Routine check

Have you ever felt very lost when a huge part of your life suddenly becomes non-existent, or comes to an end? When a certain routine overtakes that few hours ceases to a halt, like an hourglass being pushed over onto its side, never to go back nor forth. You start wandering around aimlessly, or suddenly thinking of going back to the drudgery of having to open another book filled with seemingly meaningless facts or figures, for the sake of some future. What has already failed to exist haunts your sleep, and even wanders into your vision at the back of your head. Then suddenly, realisation hits - its over.
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Those who were slave-driven by books will be free from that bondage, and ecstacy follows. You have all the time in your hands - but - do what with them? Is life all about having fun? Fun does become a bore after awhile, especially in this little red dot we live in. You can't be a bigot in this society. Go do something about finding the meaning of life, or at least, make it fufilling. What is the meaning of being truly happy? Having a girl or boyfriend? Having loads of money? Having fun?
But can you bring these with you when you die? How sure are you?
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Books apart, some days will never be the same again. You find yourself cramped into this tiny shell when the hour comes, but the shell remains stationary - too used to having a hand carry that shell to the next destination. Beached, but unable to take root.
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I think I'm being incoherent. Can't seem to organise my thoughts properly, so I shall end here.

Sports and Wellness

YAY, SPORTS! Bittersweeeet. :(

1) swimming
- Nah, I can swim anytime I want.

2) life saving
- No need~

3) indoor hockey
- I prefer the outdoor one, not the airfoil bolas.

4) soccer
- Potential choice no.1... I like soccerahh.

5) basketball
- Potential choice no.2.. I miss my bball!!!!!!

6) volleyball
- Potential choice no.3.. but abit unlikely, as compared to soccer, softball and bball. I can play vball anw.

7) badminton
- I know how to play alr leh.

8) fitness & conditioning with napfa testers certification
- no. no. dowan la.

9) softball
- Potential! But lack of action leh.

10) aerobics
- N. O.

11) netball
- Bleah. Not my cup of tea la, sorry.

12) fitness and conditioning
- -.-;

13) adventure rope course
- Sportssss.

14) tennis
- I've watched the classes, and they're kinda meaningless.
Queue up, hit 3 balls, queue up. Yawn. I might as well go play on my own.

15) dancesports
- I don't think so?

Soccer, Basketball, Softball, volleyball.

Howhowhow? I hope my legs/wrist don't bail out on me... :(
I wanna do sports!!
-scratches butt.
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This year's YF Camp has an all-time HIGH of 128 registrants, and the closing date is 30th November! Thank God man!!
It is gonna be so cool. (:

I'm SO happy today (:

Although I thought that today will be a me me me day, it turned out very enjoyable afterall!
Met quite a few people.. A very good number, considering how seldom I bump into people in town. I never seem to la.

I didn't catch The Incredibles in the end, cos there was a freaking long queue at Lido.
Then I went to the toilet, and you guessed it (by reading her tag la) - Keshia popped out of one of the cubicles!
Heh, she looked pretty jialat, no thanks to the big t-shirt and after-constipation face. I understand la girl. But hey, I was very happy to see you, really!!

Headed towards the Heerens, when I spotted the Nokia Bold collection thing at Tangs.
And as expected, I spotted Raelo and Joyce Tan. Went over to disturb her as usual, and bought her a bottle of coke which a small boy thought it was free.

When I finally reached the Heerens, only Liang (the guitarist) and Jon (the drummer) were there, so I went into HMV and listened to Pearl Jam, Jamie Cullum and Mayday. Wayyy cool!
I confess - the pirate in me is itching to surface. Hurhur.

The gig started, and I saw Priscilla! Yeah she was there to support the guys too, cos they're from her church. Heh. She's still pretty crazy... Glad that we still can talk even after such a long time! :) During the gig, this person in uniform popped up infront of me (they seem to be popping up out of nowhere aye). Who? It was JAMIEEEEEE! She gave me a hug... It really made my day (:
The gig was good! Enjoyed myself lots, despite my legs threatening to give way many times. No thanks to yesterday - I did 100m sprints twice. Yeah gei kiang man.. Blah.
Now my hamstrings are super duper tight, and on the verge of cramping. Very worried about my drums tomorrow.. Sigh.

Hung around Kino to wait for Raelo to have dinner together after that. Met Shuyu, aka 'Mao Zhu Xi' (she was our class chairman, and her hair was dyed 'mouldy', hence the nickname) - she's working at M)phosis. Still the same old fierce mama from my clique, heh. We had Crystal Jade noodles, and then it was Marche crepes for dessert! Whee. I really miss that woman also.

Next up, it was Maria and Jay at the bus stop!!! I was already on the 174 when I spotted them. Was jumping up and down like crazy on the bus.. Oh man. I really, really, REALLY miss all of them.
Vote for Taufik!! Nurul, if you're reading this, I got a Taufik postcard! Wanted to get the flags too, but I felt that it was gonna be quite stupid for me to carry it around in town alone, so I didn't get it. You want the postcard? You can have it, you know!! (:

Even when I was going home, I wasn't spared from running into people. It was more of sitting beside people. Yeah not funny, but I sat beside a PJC 3mths course friend! Cheryl! The last time I saw her was in her Condo when we were swimming and she about to leave for NZ for studies, and now I met her again the day just after she arrived in Singapore for hols.
Talk about coincidence, heh.

Whee!

Today will be a self-indulgence day, literally.
Next next week will be piano kiddies week again. Rahh.
It will be a me, myself and I trip to town - to catch The Incredibles. Yes, alone!
It is gonna be a timeout day for myself too.. Man, do I need it real badly.
Anyone who reads this and is going town also can always drop me an sms to meet me or what yup.

Will be supporting Jenn's gig outside Heerens' at 6pm, so go and support them (Claire's FlowerShop) too!

YF today was dodgeball, but with pufferfish-like jelly balls.
My group, the Levites, won! Am so proud of them. Will surely miss them when we reshuffle.. Watched many of them open up and grow since the start of the year.. Sigh. No more being a group leader for me either... I'm happy that I am now involved in the ministry in which I can serve God with my gifts, yet I also enjoy leading my wonderful team. Ambivalent feelings man.

Am super exhausted now. I think I was low on sugar after the crazy game (must be my craziness during the game which exhausted my sugar supplies), and two 100m sprints which my right hamstring kinda gave up on me. Rahh. I wanna go wakeboarding with Dom next week!! How! And the piano mama hasn't given me my pay yet!! :(

Anyone wants to watch me dance? I'm not joking! Will be dancing for the Christmas concert. Its a YF item la. Even though I know I'm not the left-hand-left-leg kind of person, I feel super weird.!
You can wipe that smirk off your face now. Heh.
Man, I will be running up and down (literally) during the Christmas concert.
Hand chimes, dance, percussion. How I wish I can clone myself.

Random post here.
I played NFSU2 on Wednesday. The graphics are real cool! More of a role-playing game as compared to NFSU1, and I'm 2 races away from completing stage 1.
Thank goodness for hackers with their no-cd cracks. Hur hur hur.
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Almost 1 week to the start of school..
The most bittersweet holiday of my life is ending. Bitter.

I've had enough of these broken facades.

Today's worship band practice included this song.
I always knew the song - somehow, someplace. But it was only during today's practice when I suddenly realised that the lyrics to this song are simply...
Beautiful.
That's the only word I can find to describe them, and these lyrics really touched my heart.
Purely between my heart, my soul and God, band practice was wonderful today.
Only You can satisfy my soul.

Just Let Me Say

Just let me say how much I love You
Let me speak of Your mercy and grace
Just let me live in a shadow of Your beauty
Let me see You face to face

And the earth will shake as Your Word goes forth
And the heavens will tremble and fall
But let me say how much I love You
Oh my Saviour, my Lord and Friend

Just let me hear Your finest whispers
As You gently call my name
And let me see Your power and Your glory
Let me feel Your spirit's flame

Let me find You in the desert
Till this sand is holy ground
And I am found completely surrendered
To You my Lord and Friend

So let me say how much I love You
With all my heart I long for You
For I am caught in this passion of knowing
This endless love I've found in You

And the depth of grace, the forgiveness found
To be called a child of God
Just makes me say how much I love You
Oh my Saviour, my Lord and Friend

Just makes me say how much I love You
Oh my Saviour, my Lord and Friend

As promised, the Sentosa pictures!
I think my hair was abit off during the group photos before leaving the place. But too bad, I know my head is too small in the pictures to be able to spot that black puffy thingamagi sticking out of my head (which, surprisingly, no one warned me about) which made me look quite silly.
Ignore the anti-climax post after the pictures, before this post.
It is going to ruin the happy aura my pictures exlude (look, you're smiling already!), but bah humbug - I'm too lazy to delete it.

Ohoh. I have a bad feeling about my skin again, no pun intended. Grr.

Another statistic; welcome to the club.

What a pity.

I don't give a damn anymore anyway.







goodbye.

My Best Friend's Wedding is on TV now. But I'm not gonna watch it, after realising that I am unmoved by the show already. I still love Julia Roberts though.

Whoever thought making sticks of candy floss was easy?
Today I was humbled by a teaspoon of sugar. Attempted curling up those wisps to perfect 'hives', only to have a ball hanging at the end of my paper cone. Bah.
Did you know that 1/2kg of sugar can make over 300 sticks of candy floss? $3 can earn you $300, with an approximately $1500 investment on a candy floss machine. This is how pasar malam stall owners earn man. And one stick requires LESS THAN 1/2 a TEAspoon of sugar!!!
So now you can eat your candy floss with no fear, heh.

Then it was town with Mel, Crystal and Rose on a strained right inner-thigh muscle (I can only walk with my bum sticking out slightly in order not to grimace at every step), got my sister a giant Roxy pencil case which she almost smacked me with for getting such a big one. But I really liked it myself. Ha.
Taught Priscilla and Vanessa drums at church after that. They are improving steadily (: Cool, I can almost retire already.. Whee.

Alright. Am off to practise on the guitar I borrowed from church.. Seems like I'm on my own to improve already.
Need to take some time off sitting infront of the com anyway. My eyes are over-strained.... Bah.

edit_ To the Bible study people - Eve, Char, Juan, Serene, XB and Gwen - tentatively we do it on Wednesdays at 12.30pm.. How's that sound? Anyone else who wants to join us are most welcome.. Will be held in my church (right behind NP). Just inform me if you're interested! (:

Live Commentary

There's a Praying Mantis not less than 2 metres from where I am typing this.
It is beside my dad's laptop!! Its not moving anywhere though. I think it is staring at me. Wait. Now its attempting to climb the wall. Okay it is going up real slowly.. and I have a strong urge to hurl the nearest thick book I can lay my hands on at it, but I shall not be evil. Don't want mantis gore to haunt my dreams tonight man.
AHH. It just flew off the wall and onto some folders. And it has just dropped into the upright folders and is struggling to get up again. The last thing I heard was it falling onto something again, but I don't wanna know man.
Somehow I'm reminded of Radio Production class, but nevermind.
(I think it is on the floor now.)

I wonder how it came into my house. 9 whole stories. Did it fly all the way up and choose the nearest house he could find? Or did it hop up 18 flights of stairs and into my door and made its way into the study? Gah.
I'm not gonna touch it la. Too bad the digicam's in the car, if not I would've taken a picture of it.
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Sentosa as planned today. Nicholas is sending me 64mb worth of photographs now via msn. 13mb completed in 1 hour so far. Today I realised that the guys in my church are more narcissistic than the girls, HEH. They were practically hogging the cameras and taking shots of themselves. Will put up some pictures tomorrow (:

The weather was quite gloomy at 10am, and it started to drizzle a little in the late morning. We played ultimate frisbee, divided into 3 groups. Instead of the 'king' version where the winner stays and the loser goes out, I decided that the loser stayed and the winner got to take a break :D HA I'm so smart eh. It was super tiring can. Now my feet, achilles' tendon and wrist are aching as I type. Am super burnt after the glorious sun came out at 2pm after a slight drizzle. My face is RED. Hopefully I won't start peeling man.

Overall, it was pure fun! Am really glad that most of our youths are very garang and sporty, even the girls. Then again, its not too good when things get heated up due to the competition I guess.
My temper has been quite out-of-hand recently too... And I think I'd better keep it in check. Don't really know what's making me have little outbursts over small things where I wouldn't usually. One moment I'll flare abit, but the next I realise what I have done and apologise for the stupidity on my part. Absolutely hate this.. I will take note of it. Ah well.

Am abit concerned about some of the youths now, and I'm glad that I have gotten to know them better again as of recently. It is really important for us to fellowship and encourage each other, especially during this growing stage where everyone is easily influenced and not spiritually strong.

Alright I'm off to sleep now. Too tired. I'm quite surprised that I even bothered to blog today.
Goodnight.

Church Cleaning Day + Venezia pics! (Camera/pics courtesy of Amelia, heh.)

Amelia's the one in yellow, Dom in dirty green behind my spastic-face shot, Doreen's the dark blue ACJC polo tee-cum-Venezia waitress, Rose is the brown t-shirt partner-in-crime and Melissa is the one in orange who was betrayed by me in the end. :D



PLEASE SIGN UP FOR THE YF CAMP ASAP!!! Closing date's next Sunday!
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It's Sentosa with the youths tomorrow the celebrate the end of the dreaded O's. (:
(I miss going out with the Wankgers la. Boo.)
Those still having their exams, keep going!
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Today's sermon was good.
1 Kings 22:1-40
King Ahab of Israel wanted to re-capture Ramoth-gilead (sounds like something out of LOTR but I digress), which used to be his land, and he sought the help of King Jehoshaphat (yeah, the 'jumping jehoshaphat' guy) of Judah (due south of Israel).
He then complained to him about this particular prophet, Micaiah, who always prophesized the opposite of what his 400 other prophets prophesized. To prove his point to Jehoshaphat, Ahab asked Micaiah what will be the outcome if he were to go to battle.
Micaiah of course knew Ahab's 'pattern', and he told Ahab that he will surely win the war. This should be one reply not without dripping sarcasm, though not mentioned in the Bible, but apparently Ahab replied, "How many times shall I adjure you that you speak to me nothing but the truth in the name of the LORD?"

Ha, what a riot. He wanted Micaiah to speak what he wanted to hear, and yet when Micaiah did, Ahab knew it was for his ears only. As Rev. Eric then put it, "Ahab couldn't handle the truth".
And Ahab is one of the representatives of many people today. They can't handle the truth.
Who wants to listen to things they don't like to hear? It is always the truth which hurts the most.
You wouldn't want a headshot before you come to your senses. By that time, its obviously will be too late.

Needless to say, Ahab died a fateful death (an arrow through his chest), despite his plans to sabotage Jehoshaphat by making him a dummy. His blood (considered noble of course) was licked up by the dogs, signifying a tragic end to this king, fallen from grace.

Rev Eric then pointed out: how many of us actually apply what we learn in church? It should not be that way - only listening to what we want to hear. Ahab had many prophets whom God sent to guide him, but all the admonishments went in one ear and out the other.

I feel that we should not make Sundays a 'routine' - but keep walking close to God on a daily basis so that we can grow in Him spiritually and not backslide. It requires just 10 minutes of your time a day, and it will last you a lifetime.

It is working well for me, and I hope it works for you too. Not going to let anything get me down no more.
Have a good week ahead. (:

Church Cleaning Day was a Success!
(No piano kids today 'cos they'll be overseas for 2 weeks. I hope some Wallaby will scare them and they'll come back quiet and meek. I wish.)

So apart from the adults cleaning the other areas of the church, many youths came down to help clean up our Sunday school/YF/Muggersville rooms.
It was about time though. Muggerooms have been used by the O/A/Exam-taking people, and remnants of all kinds of food possible can be found there. Okay it isn't that bad, but those who studies in there will know what I mean, heh.
It is quite an experience for your 6 senses (go figure) whenever you step into a room filled with food, unspoken stress, crappiness and model exam papers.

Stuff we cleared from the YF room included lacey bras, kid's army-print berms (clothes donated by our church members for Cambodia and Thailand), a 'The Night before Christmas' and chinese oldies karaoke LDs (Laser Discs!) with hair in them, courtesy of our very own Reverend Eric (the LDs, not the hair), blahblah. It was really cool helping each other out, breathing in fresh lemon-fragance instead of fresh food-fragance finally and marvelling at the spotless windows of our beloved 2nd home. (:

I was Anita for the day, Mel was Nadia (no offense to all Anitas/Nadias) and Dor was our Ma'am (pronounced 'mam'). Dinner was Nasi Briyani at 6th Avenue, then it was our ice-cream session!Had a ball of a time passing around tubs of heavenly Venezia ice-cream (low-fat, none to the butt!) with the youths and having a sit-down comedy routine involving us 2 maids, the ma'am and the non-existent sir whom Nadia has an affair with. Heh.
It is really heartening to see everyone mixing together better, many back after their finals or Os, visibly relieved, and most importantly, relaxed. Thank God for today's fruitful fellowship!
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My brother is down for enlistment on the 6th of January. Its some 'white horse' thing, where stupid scholars and minister's sons start their army. And he's also almost successful in his application for some Firefly scholarship thing.
Urgh, a new slave for you, the government.
With much (not) love, the Lims.
Nah, he doesn't want to work for the gah-ment either, but circumstances force him to ): 5 years for the bond.
Its on a Thursday! I can go watch! NO SCHOOL!!
-dances around and sings madly.
Teehee.
I'm really sorry to those who do not have 4 day weeks. ):
But I just can't help it!! Eh its fair okay. We take turns to sufferraaahhh.

Goodnight!

shijie_ Hey! Seems like bball's the only thing I'm remembered for ah, heh. I'm enjoying staying at home during the hols. :D Saw Zhihui and Sabrina Soh on the bus the other other day! (:
serene_ Aye my class starts at 8am though.. ):
joyce*_ Book me anytime. I'm free!
rage_ Done :D
nadia_ Need Anita say more? Heh heh.

I LOVE MY NEW TIMETABLE.

Now our beloved T106 will be known as the hairy class. T101. The hair-growth formula. Yao1 Ling2 Yao1. Satu Kosong Satu. Punengna Yende Punengna. Okay I made the last one up.
Geddit? Geddit? Geddit?
Good.
(Beni, Beni. Wheelchair please..)

I have a 4-day week (YAY!), but out of these 4 days, 3 of them start at 8am. Gah. Which means I have to wake up early. WAH 7am?!
Okay I'd better stop complaining because I can already see 4/5 of T101 (oh man I'm SO not used to it) ready to squeeze my butt off with their claws. Westerners ROCK! Heh heh heh.
Getting more childish eh, Beni?
Beni: 0=D

Lemme check if the Wudi Po (killer slope) strikes again.
OHNO. YES. No. NOOOOO.
So Char and the gang will get to see me running up the 45-degree slope again ("like ah ma!"), panting as I bustle into class, slightly late. Ngahh.

Thinking of taking either softball (but my left wrist is dead), Canoepolo or soccer (my muscle fibres are dying) for sports. We need to take Napfa. Sian. Anything but the damned 2.4km.. Nevermind. It is time to get my final gold to make my tally 8 golds (since primary school la) :DD See if I can get my 3rd perfect score with this last try (which I think is quite impossible already, considering my wonderful physical condition). Teehee. And I shall go to Starting A Business IS class smelling wonderfully of sweat-soaked-shirts. Its right after Sports and Wellnessss. Teehee.

Class P42 and T03, anyone???
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Today I played handball for YF (woah I'm kinda hooked) and pulled my right shoulder abit for basketball. Oh no. I just realised that I get injured all the time in my posts ah? Fine change topic.
After that I went to watch Claire's Flower Shop jam at Jurong East, courtesy of Jenn. Really not used to the drums in my ears ah.. I flinched at the mere snare whack! But it was cool... Makes me want to have my own band too. Sigh. Its all about the music and the fellowship man. I want, I want, I want... :(

Powerhouse (but already-boring) Olinda's out! If Sylvester wins, he CANNOT, and MUST NOT represent Singapore in World Idol. If not I will start a riot. He should get some speech therapy classes first should he win. Going on Extreme Makeover will help too.

Anyhow, the song (or poem or whatever you want to call it) was not last night's. It was written today. Will think of a tune...If I can get any, that is. Heh.

Kesh and Maria_ Thanks for the compliments (: Still, how I wish the other post survived man.
ta_ Hello!! I wanna play squash too!
del_ thanks! I'm glad that I'm the least bit useful to brighten up your life (:

Let me end off with another marquee (darn I'm one hyper kid)..

I'VE GOT NEEDFORSPEEDUNDEGROUND TWO INSTALLED!!

WAHAHA. This is no good actually.

Break down under the cold shower
Heart-wrenching thoughts flooding my mind over
Shards of water piercing through me
Suppress that longing wanting to break free

See, when you pour your heart and soul
Into something totally out of your control
Then only to have you cry out; a silent scream
Isolation engulfs you, once purported as a dream
Rancour preys like a cur in the reflect
Clashes within writhes you up into a wreck
Life starts to become a floating stick
Wondering when you will finally sink

so I
Picked up the pieces and gave them up
To God; everything became a storm in a cup
Slowly it will pass - though not without the cracks
But that's the consequence of this harsh fact
Rid these abject and lowly desiderates
The pain will but slowly dissipate
No turning back, won't go back anymore
Turned around and shut the door
Locked it, and threw away the key
Leave my life and just let me be.

Once and for all.

I was eating my Almond Snickers (which, as LooLoo (man I miss her bim-ness) would say, "goes straight to the butt") when Ian showed me this ad.




I've burnt up my self-produced drama
and a God-written book unfolds.

And so I typed out a wonderful (in my humble opinion -ahem) song out of inspiration in the middle of the night in almost an hour, intending to encourage you (I'm not being sarcastic now), my brothers and sisters in Christ, to let go of sinful desires and take that first tiny step which will surmount to, and invariably, a great leap of faith - and the devil just had to pull the plug (I don't blame him for being afraid though). Dearest blooger.com had some error and poof.

It was gone. GONE.

It didn't cross my mind that Blogger would actually attempt to cause such a travesty. So I did not think of ctrl-a then ctrl-c-ing my post. After all, who would have the heart to delete something which wasted (not, till it was flushed into cyber-blackhole) my electricity bill. Right?

Right.

Ok I'm being angsty again, cos I just woke up. Am in Rose's place now - Wanted to play squash initially, but apparently Rose's racquet's string tensions are gone. Gymmed a little (and I mean a little), then went in search for the hardest item in the world to find: A swimsuit. Not for me, for Rose.

Almost couldn't wake up this morning; my eyes were practically half-glued when I did finally. Town did my leg no justice either... RAHH. I can't imagine me when I grow older. I think I'm gonna be wheelchair-bound.
You get the picture I hope. Hurhur.

Worship band prac in a bit, gotta go eat. Die no time already!!!

Freudian Inventory Results

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Thanks again Jenn for the Gloria EP (don't do that again please) and for sharing with me today.
Its really cool talking to you!
I'm glad that I've made a new (old) friend, brother-in-Christ and encourager. Heh.

I thank God for blessing me with so many wonderful people in my life.
I'm healing; and I'm healing real well.
This time, I'm sure.

God is ever so faithful. Amen.

"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose." - Romans 8:28

Don't ask! 

Every time I go to East Coast Park,

I get into deep shit.

Today I literally did - only that it wasn't shit. But it certainly felt like shit beneath my feet.
East Coast beach is the worst place to go for a swim. Tell me about it man.
NEVER, EVER, get into the sand near the shore. It's not sand, I tell you. It is a mixture of oil/slick/mud/sand/rocks/WHATNOT which I certainly dont want to know.
Went kayaking. Thank God I wore a black bikini, but still.
When I fell into the water (tried to act surfer on the kayak la), it was f-ross.
I don't know how else to describe it already, but just imagine stepping (and sinking ankle deep) into grayish-black, gooey stuff which you have absolutely no clue about what its contents are and you can't see what you're stepping on at all.
You get the picture.

It was great lying on the kayak in the middle of the sea and enjoying the waves, the peace and quiet and the not-too-hot sun.

Then it was off to Orchard to look at the Christmas decorations and take pictures.
If not for my exhaustion, I would have enjoyed today much more.
Too bad, I'm not in the mood to blog much. Good night.

To those involved the msn convo just now: Sorry for the abrupt exiting of the convo. As I told Ian, I don't like to bitch (though I don't deny that I do, I am trying to make an effort not to) and can't be bothered to bitch about him anymore because I feel that there's no point. Waste of time, effort and money. Also, I am not in the best of moods.

LATEST: MAN UTD 3, NEWCASTLE 1. WHEE.

its over. _edited 09:05

Yesterday (this morning, more like)

Liz, Juan, Eve, Xb and I jammed at The Third Place after everyone had left.
It was real fun, and I absolutely missed the real drumset man.
I think that place will be our favourite hangout when school reopens (:

So as all their blogs have said, the Midnight Supper Club stayed over at my place!!
We sneaked into the house, sneakily sneaked around the house and sneaked 4 badminton racquets out of my house.

First up, we went to play at the court. But the lights were too distracting la. Really. Juan is good though!
Then to Al-ahaazar it was (Al-Ameen was closed for renovation) and we had a nice supper with a certain Mr. C.M. Burns.


That malay guy was a walking cartoon, I tell you. The forehead and the eyes. THE eyes.
He should join the Guiness Book of Records for the pop-out-eyes thingy.
Wah, been a long time since I used this word. Thingy.

Anywayyy. Then we played badminton on the roads ("Get it over the car and win!") but most of the vehicles slowed down. Juan bet that we were bound to be scolded, but we didn't lehh.
Well so after the first shuttlecock died on us, the novelty died on Juan and we headed off to a secret, open rooftop (Security purposes, sorry) to enjoy the vast blanket of stars smiling at us (act descriptive).
For me, it was more of taking in the excellent night air and marvelling at God's Wonderful creation, singing His praises (caught sight of a shooting star with a pretty long tail!), and going off to a special spot...where it all began but only to have them gall/sugar memories flood back like torrential rain.

We finally left the place at 5.30am. I had to get sufficient shut-eye lest I fell asleep while teaching. There is an ant on my keyboard and I just killed it.
So the guys went back at around 6.30am, and I bet they had a wonderful sleep till at least 3pm.
I had a fitful sleep though. Bah.

Piano class sucked again. The father is just useless. He simply sits there and read his newspapers and doesn't lift a toenail when tantrums are freely thrown like soiled diapers into the dustbin under his oh-so-sensitive olfactory senses.
What can I do when the mother doesn't make them practise?
The 2 boys did not even touch the piano for the whole week. Its not the first time they don't bother to practise already.
(now I appreciate my mom threatening me with a cane just to practise.)
And she expects me to do miracles. Grade 1 next year?
Eh sister ah, at this rate, NO WAY hosay. She wants them to learn so that they can serve in church but its obvious that her sons have almost zero interest in learning.
They want to one-step-reach-heaven (translate to chinese), but I'm sorry, they ain't no Mozart. Even the great man himself had to start somewhere.

She whisked the younger son away and scolded him when he started to throw a tantrum. I asked the boy if he had interest in learning, but he just sat there and sulked and refused to answer. He's a really cute boy; bound to be a looker when he grows up.
Then I have to see him for piano lessons. Bah. The older boy learns very fast.
If only they practise!!! Ngahhh.

Was really contemplating not teaching them out of despair and frustration till my mom showed me that I did not have a way with them. Yeah she's right, I didn't. I shan't give up that easily. Will get tips from my mom - she was a kindergarten teacher back then.

Okay this is a long rant, and I'm tired.

Finish up now. Went to Jenn's church, Grace Assembly of God, with xb and Juan to lookseelooksee. Saw Priscilla, my PJC 3mth close friend (: and LingZhi, my primary schoolmate. Smallllll world lah.
Xb was from there too. Was okay. Only knew one song from the singspiration, ha. Nice people though..Thanks Jenn for having me there (:

Long day ahead tomorrow.. Going canoeing after church!! Wheeeee.

Well, well. The moment we've all been waiting for...THE results.



ngah.

Wow. Guess how am I feeling? Angry? Sad? Disappointed?
Well, let me tell you.


I'M DAMN HAPPY LA!

...Until Mr. XB had to come along and burst my bubble.
THREE DISTINCTIONS and one A, thank you very much. Great. And I'll be seeing him later. Go on, rub it in.... ngahhhh.
And I'll make sure you don't go home in one piece. Sorry Gwen, but he deserves it if he does.

Ok back to my results.

Shock no.1: My Radio results. I know that my scripts haven't been going down too well with my lecturers, and only passed them. But C+?
Shock no.2: My Writcomm results. The travesty of it all. As compared to Marketing (which I scored a semitone lower than WritComm), my essays have been getting 15, 16, 15 and the much talked about D-.

I only expected to do really really averagely (read: Cs and Ds), but okay la. Its better than getting worse right. If I did, I will be complaining.
Bad, complain. Good, still complain.

Staying at home during the holidays certainly makes one angsty eh.

Tonight at 7pm, Eve (maiden gig!!) & Juan's gig @ The Third Place!
Be there!!

Oh CRAP.
I went down to some stupid place to do this briefing thing I mentioned in my earlier post, and guess what?
Me and my friends were the FIRST to there (so much for professionalism), my friend knows one of the guys working there (hence the lobang), and I DIDN'T GET THE FREAKING JOB. Exactly. What the? Well, the FUNNIEST THING IS,
MY FRIENDS ALL GOT THE JOB. All 3 of them, by the way. Our names were written together.
There were too many people who went to get the job, and there were a bunch of crap there. No thanks to this idiot who asked 15 people along. AND they were a wonderful half-an-hour late.

(I wanna bitch here, so let me.)

Bloodsuckers, they took MAH JOB away. I know why they got it. Simply because they were from the same bloody 3mth course JC as that guy in that event management thing.
He's from the rival course in TP. Ah, WONDERFUL. It gets clearer now, doesn't it?
RAHHH.

Don't let me catch any of those people at the convention, if not when I ever set up my own company, I'll jolly well make sure that this particular event management company folds up. Or I'll buy over their company and make them beg me to work for them instead.

I love this little thing of ingenuity called blogs (don't you?). It lets me scream (without having people ask me to shut my trap) and let out steam and at least 75 people a day relax their pores in this wonderful vapour together with me in compassioned silence.

Thank you for your patience. Good night.

This is so cooooool.

I think my mom is pms-ing.

And no, it is not THAT which is cool.

Things I want to accomplish during the hols:

1. Improve my spiritual relationship with God.
2. Not blow up at my mom (I admit I just did) no matter how irritating she is (Sms-ing me just to get me to sleep at 11.30pm?! Don't act cute la).
Patienceeeeee.
3. Watch Taxi.
4. Go to the Motorshow... Rahhh.
5. Exercise more. Provided the weather AND my muscles don't bail on me.

I just can't seem to haul my lazy butt to do any work already. BAH.

After reading Gwen's post on fairytales (ha I'm repeating what she said regarding me in her blog), I went back to my archives and dug this out from March2004.

fairytales
are a total waste of ink, trees and money. i found "The frog prince" after staring into my bookshelf for a book to read and i realised that that story is just so misleading. and exaggerated. forgive me, but i have totally hardened up my heart towards anything related to the word 'fantasy'. i'll NEVER let my kids read fairytales no matter what.

This story alone teaches kids to dream in the wrong way. hello, kissing a frog will give you a handsome prince?! maybe there're a lack of frogs in singapore, but i think some bimbo-kiddie will try it if she ever finds one. and what if the frog turns into an ugly prince? will that princess still fall in love with him?? i believe not. this is the superficiality of humans which have been twisted into a wonderful, spotless tale. and imagine you're the princess when you marry the prince- you'll be kissing a guy who has been eating flies and what not for the many years he's been stuck in the form of a frog. Love at first sight? back to my mentioned point- that poor girl is only attracted to his physical attributes. i bet a hundred bucks the marriage wont last in real life. after maybe say 3 months when the princess gets to know all the princes' disgusting traits of snoring like twenty pigs in bed and leaving his socks all over the house and the prince finds out that the princess picks her nose and eats the snot and loves to sniff her armpits, they'd start wondering what they saw in each other from the beginning. and they'd just split.apply this to all the other fairy tales and soon you'll see the truth in my words..

There's no room for the protected in this society. sorry if im destroying the meaning of creativity and imagination, but i guess ive become too cynical towards love (the relationship kind). and humanity.

Hurhur.

Finally got a job. Its not a long term thing though, but I'll be busy!
Its a 4 or 5 day job, and that means here comes the monehhhh. Hurhur.
No more openings, sorry.

Played badminton with church friends despite the weather bailing out on us. Grr.
Was fun, but I'm aching again.
I love a good workout, but whether my limbs co-operate with me, that is another question.
Why am I so swayyyyyy..! Boohoo.

Anyhow, Juan, Eve, Ian and I are setting up our own band (:
We will play for NgeeAnn gigs if any! Bahaha.
Juan on bass, Eve on guitars/vox, Ian on drums, I on keyboards.
Don't know if my keyboards can make it la. I'm not that good with fill ins on the piano..Ohwell.
Why not drums? Simply cos Ian is better.
Haven't given ourselves a name yet though..Any ideas?

a million questions and no idea where to start. then again, is there any point in asking them now? i can only watch and cry within.

Just came back from watching Man Utd vs Man City at Busk Cafe nearby with Jenn and his friend cos the coffeeshop was full. 0-0. Lotsa chances for Man Utd.. Sway la. I know why. Fergie's going senile! Sigh.

I finally wrote a 6-page prayer journal today, consisting of 3 days' worth of prayer items on a notebook which I bought to start writing my daily thoughts; thoughts and feelings which cannot be blogged. It felt really good being able to write instead of blogging again.
Diaries win blogs hands-down when it comes to being personal and emotional yeah.

Today was a good day for me (:
Even though service was screwy (NOT my fault okay), I felt quite nourished after listening to His word.
Be still - and listen to God speaking. In our everyday lives, we are all so caught up and busy with our own stuff that we ignore God's voice altogether. We do not do our quiet time regularly, and we thus miss a very important channel of God's voice speaking to us - via the Bible. His word to us from the Holy Spirit.

'All scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness,' - 2 Timothy 3:16
Oh yes, I'm leaving my life in God's hands once and for all.
All the bad habits, all my shortcomings, my success, my happiness, my sadness, my times of trouble- I'm offering it all to Him.

Being a leader has never been easy, and now a heavier responsibility has been given to me - I have to live up to God's expectations and also not to cause anyone to stumble.
Then again, I'm not perfect - but I shall try to give my best to Him.
It's definitely not going to be easy though. Prayer's the way to go! Talking to Him really changes things.

When in doubt, PRAY. (:

Tried to blog last night but Blogger.com is screwed up. I'm not surprised, since its fan-base is expanding like Ian putting a tampon into a water bottle (the tampon, not Ian).

Anyhow. Yesterday, as I was walking out of Rachel's block, I saw...

MR. YOKA!

Saw a damn familiar back view as I was walking out, and I had to call out 'Mr. Yoka' twice before he actually turned back. Hurhur.
Apparently he lives in the same block as Raelo, so Naddy, if you (still) wanna stalk him, bribemememe. (:
Cut my out-of-shaped hair yesterday for the first time in what, 1 year!! I can almost swear that I haven't had my hair cut ever since I was unofficially out of Nan Hua but not the vices of secondary school education. Something grossly called 'O levels'.
Why is 'O' less important than 'A' when 'A' comes first in the alphabet?
Ok I'm trying to be dumb here. Ignore me.

And this thing called D. With a little dash at its right side (well, not so 'little' cos Mr. Ramani obviously had a fun time marking down my proposal essay), and there you have Serene and I's grades. Wonderful, isn't it. D for.. Dashing. How apt (read: 2nd line of this paragraph). We had very good comments, including 'Late' (that means our project is really up-to-date right?)
'Your project is okay (yay!) but the possibilities and proposal areas are weak. Sections are not clear enough while your focus on water sport is not clearly explained.'

Well done. Gives myself a smack on the back.
Got back my essays etc., and it seems as though I did really, really, well. I passed everything!
I got FULL of the half marks of all my essays. Great, isn't it?

My only saving grace now is my grammar test marks.
And maybe the final grade won't be a Dash. Hopefully a Commendable, but I probably won't escape the dash beside it afterall.

So much for crap.
Going to meet my 2 hyper little piano boys now, then that stupid Power98 thing which I'm only going because of Rafe, Recluse and Zhen.

Bye.

thanks for reminding me that i shouldn't because you don't.

Happy 17th Birthday, Fiona!!
Hope you had a ROcKiNg Birthday!!

Hey, why are you squirming?

Anyway.
When was the last time I walked for 8 hours apart from yesterday?
My left leg gave up on me :( Argh. I think I kinda overworked it and its now slightly pulled. Bah. Thank God it ain't my right leg if not I would not be able to play drums. Sigh.

So Mr. Bush wins. Am wondering about all the anti-Bush messages I see almost everywhere I go in the Land of Virtual Reality - is it because they just seem to be louder and coming forth stronger, thus I am complied to think that Bush is very much hated and bound to lose the elections? Ohwell. I can only pray that God will still rule ultimately. Then again, the world is coming to an end soon.. Perhaps he's a tool in God's plan.

I just realised 40 mins ago that I have gastric. And I just realised 39 mins ago that that means that I have had gastric pains for 3-4 years already. Joan told me that gastric is when my stomach feels bloated and there's pain, and there's this biting feeling in my stomach.

NOW I know. I think my stomach is half-corroded already. How Swell.

You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
'cos everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

Yes, everybody's changing and even I - don't - feel the same.

torn.

Drooling over Mr. Mickey Blue Eyes and Ms. Runaway Bride.

2 of my favourite actors/actresses.

Sigh. I'm OFF!


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She, rich and famous, the one with the men drooling all over. With the acclamation and the seemingly perfect lifestyle, and no lack of suitors.
He, the silly bloke no girl looks twice at. With no fame whatsoever and the simple lifestyle, and a failed relationship.
Things happen, and they both get each other at the end.
Sounds pretty familiar, except for the ending.
Fairytale.

..Which doesn't exist in real life.

My Best Friend's Wedding, anyone?

What do you think? Does Liz resemble her eh?