Omega Nite

Priscilla was on a roll last night! Hahaha!
She won Miss International (the theme of the night) and almost
2 lucky draws. Almost because her number was almost called for the second lucky draw.
Here's Mr. and Miss International with the runner-up, Benji (left)

Me almost, too. 35 and 37 got drawn.

I'm 36.

The highlight of the night had to be our lame skit!
Seriously, Qiheng's the limit in these stuff. Here's a priceless excerpt from the skit.

Narrator: Why did Ahnikin choose the bananas (kin-jio) to help him? Because they were related...They were KINS!!

Christina and I helped to direct the skit and did minor roles, but for each of the 3 rehearsals we had, I had to bite onto my finger to prevent meself from laughing like a madwoman. The cast were wonderful!

That's Qiheng aka childhood friend at the bottom left-hand corner. Bananas behind (:

We had a fantastic Darth Lamer (it was a lame skit) in the form of Hanyang, and the whole skit went pretty well considering our 3 rehearsals and 2 days of planning. Heh.

Well, this is the last post of the year. What can I say?

It's been a fast, long one.

Hah, gotcha. No more.

X'Mas YF Party
X'Mas Concert
X'mas Babies' Celebrations

BIG Happy Birthdays to:

24th -My 170cm cousin, Jiahui, 16
26th -Dominique korkor, 27(!!) and B(ryan)eng, 15
Today -Wei Song, 16
30th -Aaron, 14 (only??)

YF Camp: Touch of the Master's Hand (Dec 14-17 2005)

iBenita's.

My brother is the most
idioticannoyingirritatingsillyrubbishwordscannotdescribe
person alive.

But iNot complaining.

:)

post-mortem

I guess this is it.
No more!
thanks for the wake up call ;)
Be glad. Rejoice.
Whoopee!
'03 ends here, and now.
He just doesn't like you enough so why bother.


So, every Christmas, my life changes.

And it continues. (:

Oh Happy Day!

The Reason for the Season

"As little children, we would dream of Christmas 'morn,
and all the gifts and toys we knew we'd find
But we never realised a baby born one blessed night;
gave us the greatest gift of our lives...

We are the reason that He gave His life
We are the reason that He suffered and died
to a world that was lost, He gave all He could give
to show us the reason to live."


So... A very merry, blessed Christmas to all!

Restless

I need some SERIOUS motivation.
Lessons has been so, so mundane and dry and boring and
crappy and uninteresting and lame and crippled (and you get the idea)
that I have become not unlike that of a hyper 7-year-old child on her first day of
Primary school.

Anyhow, the percussion batch '01-04 met up just now for dinner at Swensens after a 1hr queue. There were no '02 percussionists in NHSB, and not all of us were present. I guess Crystal felt a bit left out 'cos she was the only one from the '04 batch, but it was great crapping and crapping with the Percfreaks whom I've been closer to.

The gathering just makes me wish that I was back in the good old days where everything was still nice and clean and sunny. My 'harmless coffee visits' to the Principal's office seemed to happen so long ago. The run-ins with the loser Operations Manager was full of mirth (the self-proclaimed ex-commando was not much taller than me, I kid you not). Old Ms (hippotamus) Pang-gu-niang's disgusting sexual innuendos, priceless. I actually miss cowering at FattyFoo's shrill Behhhniiitaaaahh, dowann to go to HwaChu already issiiiiiiiitt...Waaaii you lidaaaat wannn... or running away from "Hitler's mom", whom we affectionately nicknamed 'Fong fong'.

I could go on and on.

Now? Nah.. No more of the reckless jumps at the school secretary, pretending to be retarded (AhJuan1) to scare relief teachers, scolding act-ah-lian-secondary-ones, nor playing basketball till we stink the back of the class up. Benita must learn to be more shy, talk less, laugh softer, fart discreetly, fawn certain people, be more cautious lest she bruises egos with her blunt nature.

Boring. No more reckless fun which doesn't include decadence. No more good, clean getting into trouble and getting out of it.

I want the good and old days back. I want to play percussion with the NHSB every Tuesday and Thursday and Saturday. I want to drum and drum and play sports till my knees finally give way.

Where I never hit 16.

I'm tired of all this frits.

The Touch of the Master's Hand

"Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar - now who'll make it two _
Two dollars, and who"ll make it three?


"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three". . . but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody,pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow;
"A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two?
Two thousand - and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice
And going - and gone," said he.


The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand -
What changed its worth?" The man replied:
"The touch of the masters hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and torn with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd.
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice -
He's going - and almost gone!
But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.


~Myra B. Welch

Op

Okay. I need to forgo my holiday mood as from today. It just craps
whenever I have all these activities ongoing on top of school work.

This year's camp, despite my juggling of school in between, was fantastic.
Nothing feels better than watching youths being touched, open up and really enjoying their fellowship with one another. Games were great. My team, led by Eunice and Bryan,
came in 2nd overall, but my feet and legs are feeling at their worst.
They have never ached and hurt so much before. Stupid Havaianas. Here's a warning: Those who have high arched feet, DO NOT wear Havaianas regularly or for long periods of time. Them slippers have Zilch support for your feet.

Anyhow, here's a shoutout to all the first-time leaders/assistant leaders.
You guys have done a wonderful job, and I pray that this will be the start of your finding of areas of service. It is my prayer that the next generation of youth leaders will keep that flaming burning for Christ!

This is my 5th YF camp, but the years have passed with too much happening. Life is too unpredictable. Even though I'm only 18, I've been serving as a leader for 4 years and it seems to me as though I have been serving for the longest time. I feel like a veteran of sorts. But in actual fact, I'm not. I learn something new everytime, and I have to always keep my head on my shoulders. Being older doesn't mean anything. It is so humbling, yet refreshing to be learning from the younger ones. It has given me discipline, though many a time I still do fall.

Yes, I should keep in that holier-than-thou attitude which escapes me now and then. I'm so weak, and who am I to point fingers based on my own strengths? Do remind me should I ever, when without basis.

The LORD will be my justice.

Alright

If anyone needs to reach me,
PLEASE, CALL ME.

I won't be online for the next few days,
so I'm really sorry that I can't be doing much.


edit 0711: I can go online!!! I CAN GO ONLINE!! WaHAHAHAha. Shhh.

Jamming with O.R.E was good today.

We're 3-piece, Bonk, Adam and I.
And funnily enough, we are all drummers, just
2 pro-drummers not playing their core instruments,
and the weakest one on drums. Haha.

I guess all the practising is starting to pay off (literally, too).
It's quite good to feel more in control of what I'm playing
and my strokes are more fluid and constant now.

---

Anyway, I was thinking about this:

If life were to be made up of only 3 things,
what were it to be?

Mine is:

1. God
2. Music
3. Sports

How about yours?

And another random thought -

Have you ever realised which foot do you usually start walking with?
The right, or the left?

Crap

I hate being breathless.
because of you
Today's YF sports made me laugh so hard that my sides ached
(Qiheng and his amazing 189%-spin-in-the-air-touch-rugby-move) and of course,
left me breathless as a result of the over-exertion on my lungs.
I then have (because I'm still breathless right now as I type)
difficulty breathing naturally, a la something pressing down on my chest,
hiccups which do not do me any help whatsoever and a bloated tummy. Which makes me full -
so I skip meals - then I get gastric pains and flatuation. Not too enjoyable.

Also known as the pull-the-finger syndrome.
Ask me what it is, and I'll gladly demostrate. :D

It is almost all the symptoms of asthma, but I do not have asthma. I don't wheeze.
Shrugs.

So I say, this is probably how I'd die when my time comes:

1. Knocked down by a car
2. Knock another car
3. Limbs failing on me while I'm jaywalking
4. Hypoventilation while I'm jaywalking or playing sports
5. On the soccer field, basketball or tennis court
6. A pool ball striking me in the head
7. Too much adrenalin rushes while playing drums, resulting in hyperventilation


And I'd like my tombstone to have the following words:
Pull my finger.

Hopes

Happy 18th Birthday AnneMarieLu!
You've been a great friend to have. (:


I hate it when I can't laugh with you when I so dearly want to.
I hate it when I can't cry with you when I so dearly want to.
I don't care what happened previously.
I just want you back as my friend.


Do you?

Inspira

I've been tapping away on my sticks,
with my hands, fingers
feet and toes
like
mad. I must. I must.

But I also need to practise violin for X'mas.. Ughh.

I WANT NEED TO JAM.

S.I.R?? O.R.E??? S.F.???

HINT.

So here's my X'mas wishlist:
Drumset
New Limbs (this is not an album.)
Self-discipline
Limb Independence
A game of snooker
A nice spin


Goodness, the year has almost past
And I still have no idea.

To conclude a busy weekend

Quite a long post ahead.

It was weirdly colourful, I must say.
Not wonderful, yet not too bad.

Annie Kim Eun Hee, you better sent me an email from America to tell me your situation now.
Why must you guys take turns to leave?! At least bring me along.. :(

I was at the airport for 2 days in a row - Friday and Saturday, both times a different feeling.
Very different feelings.

Friday night felt like some comedy.

After the airport, I attempted to make my way down to Mohammed Sultan. Before you raise those eyebrows, I went to look for Wen to get my homework and sticks which I'd left at his place after lessons (which is a 1 1/2 hours journey from my place). Couldn't find any other time to meet him except for when he's playing - at Newsroom Bar. So there.

Even though I had directions from A, I failed miserably trying to find my way out of Clarke Quay. It's my first time going there okay. And nothing beats walking into a club (?!) alone, uncertain, and under-dressed. I shall come to the latter, later. After half-an-hour of wandering about and another half waiting for a cab (which eventually cost $2.80, what the), I had arrived.

Newsroom Bar was thumping, and I wondered how on earth Wen could be playing drums at this soddy place - unless he's playing techno - but I saw a DJ spinning so it couldn't have been. Perhaps he'd finished his set, so I walked squeezed around (in a denim jacket, t-shirt and shorts and Birkenstocks HAHA RHYMES), scanning the crowd for Wen.

I was starting to feel the heartache for my $15 cover charge, until I saw a very familiar face. Not Wen's. My ex-colleague!! Heh, Justin was there, so was Steven. The funniest thing was that the both of them aren't young nor swinging single. But still haaaappening sia. :D

Chatted (shouted, more like) with them for a while, and they told me that they were having a function (some 'function'), and introduced me to some lady-I-forgot-her-name who was hosting it. Ha. As I was leaving, Justin shouted over the music that 'if I need a musician, he could always sing for me'. Heh. I miss DDB already.

After asking the bouncer (they didn't check my ID despite my dressed-down-ness) if there were musicians performing anywhere, I finally found the little backdoor which, when opened, moved me into a whole new world. A world with nice, good Jazz, Bossa and R&B sounds. With Wen on the drums. PHEW.

So I sat myself down at the edge of the bar counter, waiting for him to finish his set. Then some old Indian guy (about mid-fifties) started talking to me. Said that he's some writer in the Business Times, and started asking me about myself (duh). Well I was quite compromising initially till I didn't really want to end up compromising the whole night, then another Chinese guy (late-forties) also started chatting with me. Said that he's in the PR line. After missing a beat, he claimed that he's cleaning up the mess for 'Singapores' largest corporate scandal'.

NKF?

No, not NKF, he said. China Aviation.

Ya right, I thought. You wouldn't be here voyeuring around then.

Sensing my un-interestedness, they took turns to move off. Then back to try to talk to me. Then off again. Good as the music was, I was praying for the set to end asap. Because the final attempt of the old Indian guy was, "You know, you look kinda sexy in those glasses."

I COULD HAVE THROWN MY DRINK IN HIS FACE.

But I didn't la. Stunned, I gave a weak smile and concentrated hard on sipping my drink. He hovered around, waiting for a reply, then continued, "Some men are... attracted to girls in glasses, and some of them wear them for men, did you know that?" He didn't say it in such a voyeurperverticoutrageous way, but it was enough to freak me out. I continued sipping on my never-ending-drink and never spoke to him again.

Chris, the really friendly synth-bass and keyboards (yes, one hand each) black guy from NY told me that I should have sold my specs to him for a sum. Ew. It wasn't planned for me to go there in the first place anyhow. I had no choice. I wouldn't have worn shorts lah. Bah humbug.

The two old men, I realised, come alone from each other and are regulars there. Saw a few TNP people, but that's about it.

And yes, I've finished almost all my work!! I'm supposed to be at Bugis for ALW (it's the LAST CLASS!! YAY) now, but I'm just taking my own sweet time. :D Some Arab Street-look-for-inspiration-thing.

Lit review was done from 8pm- 3.45am, with Sarah and I snacking in and out on our very own cheese-spreads in between. Here comes the weight, sigh.

On a last note, I can't stand TVPro.

DEADlines

Media Management: Tomorrow, 5pm.
Progress: 90%
To-do: Meet up tomorrow before class to finalise and print

Feature Writing: Monday, 5pm.
Progress: 0%
To-do: Do research, get CD tomorrow, do interview, do outline on Saturday.

Media Research Methods: Tues, 8am.
Progress: 35%
To-do: Sarah "Little Foot" Tan arrives at 7:30pm at mah crib - and the two of us will cry like babies yo.

TV Production: Next Thurs, 3pm.
Progress: 15%
To-do: Come up with questions, discussions, AIYAH A LOT LAH.


Let me see what other out-of-curricular-activities are going to amBUSH me for the weekend...

Friday:
Helping with decorating church for Wei Chern's wedding, 5pm (M)
Youth Fellowship, 6pm (M)
Annie's departure to San Francisco, 9pm (M)
Getting my stuff I stupidly left at Wen's after lessons, 10pm (M)

Saturday:
Soccer
Wei Chern's wedding (M)

Sunday:
Church (M)
Tennis

(M) = Mandatory

Like they say, I'm better off dead.
Hawhawhaw.

I would be okay if not for all the other extra stuff which I have to do.

On another note, I think my Thursdays are jinxed.
I'm sorry Mr. Soh, but I'm really baffled why I can't wake up on time on Thursdays in particular. Well, at least today there was no Gopi to add to my embarrassment (last week there was).