Hmmm... something weird happened last night.
I was reading my Bible on my bed, and was blasting songs on my laptop, when I suddenly heard 3 distinct knocks on my door. I thought my dad was back, so I opened up the door and guess what? I didn't see a soul. No one was even at home yet. I'm dead sure I heard those knocks, because I'm not the type to hear things out of the ordinary. Plus those knocks are eerily reminisce of how everyone knocks on my door. It's coincidence, but everyone who knocks on my door almost always knocks 3 times in a clear loud way. But while I was reading my Bible, I heard those 3 knocks as though someone really knocked. The fact that no one greeted me when I opened the door was creepy. Nothing had dropped, and I know the knock was on my door, not from any other source. It wasn't the song I was playing either, because it was a worship song, and they don't have knocks in them -.-.
And that's not it. I was downstairs playing my Playstation, and I paused the game and went to get a drink. When I stepped into the kitchen, I heard a loud distinct scream that faded after a few seconds. It definitely wasn't from afar, because I could clearly hear it, and it sounded as though it was in the kitchen itself, though vaguely muffled and it faded quite fast.
I don't know... but all this stuff doesn't scare me. Sure it gives me a creepy feeling, but the fact I went on to read my Bible and continued to walk further into the kitchen in the dark to get a drink pretty much shows I'm not really affected by the paranormal, deliverance aside. Told you... I'm only afraid of three things, which are clearly listed in my blog's intro page. Oh, one more thing I'm scared of... Debbie biting me! LOL!
Anyway, speaking of the paranormal... I did have a spiritual encounter before. It was in Canada, long before I was a Christian. I've told the story to many people, but I've always been short of evidence of where I went was real and not made up. I was looking through Wikipedia's list of haunted places, and I looked for places in Canada, and I found the haunted lighthouse I visited 7 years ago. I had forgotten the name, but I remembered the island it was on, and the surrounding islands around it. And looking through Wikipedia, the islands are all there, exactly as I remember them. Care to freak yourself out more?
Read on next time, when I post the entire story. The legend, the truth, and most freaky of all... the proof.
Oh, and pictures too. Plus a notice from the government saying the place is recognized as haunted.
Hmmm...
Just a little notice... my cellgroup has officially multiplied. There was no ceremony except Gabriel speaking, but they released the official list last week, and we'll be having an official multiplication ceremony in a few weeks. E458 has been formed, and everyone I assumed to be in each respective cellgroup has been correct, with only two people who were in the cellgroup I didn't expect them to be in. I told you, it's too predictable when it comes to multiplication.
I'm never one to hide things from people, and everyone always asks who ends up where anyway, so I'll just list them in my blog.
Staying in N337:
Chee Kiong (Obviously, still the cellgroup leader)
Cedric Kang (Separated from GT zone's best comedian)
Cedric Koh (Same cellgroup, multiplied together, I went to another cellgroup and disbanded back to his cellgroup, then now multiplied away... yikes)
Derrick (The guy's got 6 pecs!)
Eleanore (Eleanore Roasted Lim... LOL)
Jace (Finally, after 4 years with her, me and Jonathan leave her alone!)
James (When my cellgroup disbanded, I knew I'd end up with him. When I multiplied away, I knew we'd separate)
Joan (Always late... *sigh* always the same black pants too!)
Jonathan Fong (Soccer star?)
June (Always making your sister late... *sigh*)
Juswin (Blur king... HA! Keep praying for Canberra revival!)
Li Rong (You owe me big time for staying up late to fix up your blog =x)
Yu Jie (Pastor Kong! LOL... stay tall and stay strong)
So many J's and C's in the cellgroup. Funny thing is, no one's in JC... HA!
And forming the new E458:
Michelle (Our new cellgroup leader)
Candice (Beauty advisor... pro -.-)
Esther (Beautiful eyes... lol, I'm not joking)
Fu Qi (You're beautiful too! LOL... nah! Beautiful in God's image, amen?)
Me (What to say about myself?)
Hui Zhen (Pool pro 999... uh, yeah, I know you kept staring at someone during the FOP!)
Heng Yi (The girls go crazy over him!)
Isabel (Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way... to the new cellgroup)
Jasmine (I rarely see you -.-... hope that changes in the new cellgroup!)
Jessica (I multipled from her cellgroup, then disbanded and joined back, then now we multiply together... yikes!)
Jonathan Lim (still stuck with him in the same cellgroup after nearly 5 years)
Joshua (Definitely glad to have him in the same cellgroup as me)
Karnex (Soccer fanatic?)
Olivia (I hope she doesn't fart more in the new cellgroup -.-)
Shi Yin (I'm always asked whether you come... by a certain someone... right?!)
Notice I never said any goodbye's and such. Multiplication is separation in a way, but its not really a goodbye. After all we'll still see each other in church every week, and I'm quite sure we'll still sit in the Delta area, just like most of GT zone. Multiplication's a new beginning, and ending of ways, but a journey on a new way, with half of the cellgroup, yet with new people in the midst. Surely a challenge, surely a new level, but definitely new strengths and growth from glory to glory.
I've been in church for close to 5 years, and I've experienced pretty much all a cellgroup can go through. I was in E168 and I multiplied into N265. Then N265 merged with E145, and later E145 disbanded, with Jonathan, Jace and I going to N337. Now we've multiplied into E458. I just hope this trend doesn't continue and I end up merging and disbanding before I get to multiply again -.-.
Above all, a multiplication is what every cellgroup should aim for. Because it shows the strength in growth of numbers, and that usually follows spiritual growth. As the church gets bigger, the people grow closer and the cellgroups get smaller as we multiply. I haven't been disappointed in this journey with God, and I'm sure this new step with a new cellgroup will surely be a new way to show once again, I won't be disappointed with my life in Christ.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I've been in a freaking bad mood for the whole of last week. Except for the cellgroup meeting and service this week, and the fellowships, I've been in an extremely ticked off mood since Monday that's beyond reasoning and words.
I was already reeling from exhaustion for not sleeping properly in 2 weeks and on Monday, my schoolmate/colleague Daniel had to piss me off. Our cubicles are beside each other, and out of the blue he asked me "Did you pass your English?" I jokingly replied "Are you trying to insult me?" with a laugh at the end, and he turned cold and said "You think your English very good is it?" Oooooh... I've already had a lack of sleep and I the first thing I hear is him being so damn rude to me, especially early in the morning, when I'm dead tired and hungry. He's probably the first person to actually question my English since I've moved here. For your freaking information, YES I did pass. Yes my English is quite good. It's a hell lot better than most of the population here. Is it Very good? That depends. I don't think test papers determine all your English prowess. As for my English, it sure is a hell lot better than yours! Who keeps asking me how to spell words almost everyday?! Who keeps asking me the correct use of grammar and vocab when we email clients?! Who keeps asking me to edit his letters?! And you passed your English. It's a freaking insult to me when you replied that. I can take jokes if you insult my English, but when you're THAT cocky and rude in your response, I get freaking ticked, especially when I'm in a seriously bad mood.
Next day I was supposed to have lunch with all the attachment guys. While I was waiting for some of them, I remembered I needed to get something. When I took it and went back, they had all disappeared. I don't overreact when I'm ditched, but when they told me to wait and they go off themselves, it ticks me off, and it adds on when I'm still in a grumpy mood with a very hungry stomach and and still dead tired. Adding fire to my bad mood was the response from the people I called to enquire about Pluto Tech products. It's not them rejecting, but their tones. Geez.
Wednesday Ganesan, the head of the tech department, called and asked me to help out in the tech department, and not at all in a friendly way. I went down, and helped out. As I haven't been in the tech department for 4 weeks, the first thing I did was slice my finger and cut my hands on metal I dunno how many times. I was tired, hungry, and just had to have more salt in my wounds (literal I suppose) in addition with my bad mood.
Thursday was a big break and I went out with the cellgroup members for an outing with games. As it's not part of my bad mood, I'll blog about it another time. But I did have some people be sanctimonious pricks at times that day.
On Friday Ganesan called me and told me I was going to be shifted back to the tech department until the end of my attachment. I never like to have things pushed to me suddenly, and in the manner Ganesan spoke to me, I was very ticked. I told him I still had stuff to do in the admin side and that I had a lot unfinished. He didn't care and still wanted me back up there. Daniel told me he wanted to go to the tech department, and I told Ganesan that, but he wanted ME to be down there, not Daniel, even though I didn't want to go down there on such short notice. I hung up on Ganesan and went back to my stuff. Then Ganesan called again a few minutes later, and said that the boss wanted me down there. I had no way of proving it, but I didn't want to test my boss either, so I went down.
Before I was shifted to admin, I was in charge of the tech department's customer service, helping to solve customer problems and troubleshoot simple things over the phone. Because of my English and my friendlier mannerisms over the phone, I was stuck with that till I was moved to admin. Now back in tech side, Ganesan told me he wanted me to attend the phone calls again, whilst doing the technical stuff. Ganesan already pissed me off with his attitude over the phone earlier. I was still having the grumpiness from the week, and I was still dead tired. Daniel's last words to me when I was leaving the admin office made me even more pissed. So when the first customer called, Ganesan picked up because he was right beside the phone. The customer complained to him that he didn't want to speak to a Singaporean, and that he wanted to speak to a non-Singaporean. Obviously I was his first choice. So I picked up the phone and the guy didn't even say hi, he just said in a freaking loud, rude tone "Are you Singaporean?!" I was already pissed enough, and I don't take crap from nobody when I'm pissed. Not even customers. I replied to him in the same tone "Yeah right, you wish. I'm not a Singaporean." With an air of cockiness and rudeness. My colleagues were stunned at my attitude, and they all turned to look in my direction. He registered my tone immediately and continued to yell loudly over the phone in a ruder tone. There was something wrong with his computer, and when I'm pissed, I tend to spite people pretty bad and make an embarassment out of them. He mentioned his computer shakes when he turns it on, so I said loudly, for everyone in the tech department to hear, "Sorry? Your computer's a vibrator?" You can't imagine the laughs that burst out from my colleagues. I'm quite sure the guy heard the laughs, and continued to tell me more about the problems. I continued to embarass him over and over again, until he said he'd bring down the computer for servicing and he promptly hung up. Just so you know, Ganesan decided to pick up the calls himself from then on.
Adding on to my pissed off mood are the Indian songs that Ganesan plays when trying out computers. The boss complained a few days ago that the ITE students were watching Youtube and stuff which severely lagged the company network. Turns out that its just Ganesan watching his damn Indian songs over Youtube. Seeing the vids of them dance around trees is alright, but the songs are downright annoying. Daniel also watches Youtube vids, and the boss complains and assumes its the rest of us. Freak. My bad mood continued as I assembled the PCs. Where we were supposed to put the remaining screws and bolts into an area nicely, I just tossed them over, not giving a damn where it ended up. I also used more force than necessary to remove certain parts, having them fling around all over the place. No one's complaining though, but I'm sure they're all aware of the mood I'm in. I also responded to my colleagues freaking rudely. When I went off because I was called down to settle some admin stuff I left behind, they asked me where I was going. I said "Downstairs. I told you I had a lot to do, and I was still moved here." then I was asked "How long?" "Don't know, don't care. Don't give a damn." Was my reply, and I just walked off.
After that, during cellgroup, I finally had some peace, with God's presence. But there was one mood spoiler. What's her problem?!
Saturday was also a big break. In work, the colleagues tried more friendly tones with me, well aware of my bad mood the last few days. Service also helped, as the worship was really good. The fellowship at Orchard was also good. Except the later part of the evening. I was getting ignored by "her" repeatedly and suddenly my bad mood came back in full force. I went straight off when my mood arrived and made some lame excuse about going home on time, because I didn't want my bad mood to be noticed by everyone. Not to mention getting ignored by "her" repeatedly was already bad enough, and I didn't want to be ignored by her again later on. Plus, I didn't want to say or do anything in my bad mood I'd regret later on.
People say I have a fierce expression all the time. People usually make way for me when I walk along the streets. This time, they didn't just make way when I was walking past, they made way metres ahead before I'd even reach them. I was in a freaking bad mood again, no doubt with "her" ignorance, and my expression was even worse than usual. On the MRT ride back, no one touched my pole when I gave them a really bad stare and even the checkpoint officer didn't look at my face except for a very, very brief glance just to make sure it was me on the passport.
It was past midnight when I reached JB, so I took a cab ride back. Details another day, but this taxi driver managed to erase my entire bad mood during the journey home.
I hope he's erased it completely.
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Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Well people have been asking for a picture of my new tattoo. Seems like my description of it isn't very good =/.
So here it is. It's not very clear as I used a webcam. I need to take a better picture of it soon.
My friend also got a tattoo. But as he doesn't want anyone to know, I'll keep him anonymous until I get permission. Zzz. Here's his.
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I don't know why, but it seems that many (nearly all) of the blogs I usually read aren't being updated. So I decided to check out the blogs of those I've linked but rarely read. I've linked over 200 people, but I only read a handful of blogs... usually those who I'm closer with or have interesting posts. Anyway, checking out the blogs I don't usually read, its interesting to see what's going on with their lives, especially when I don't really keep in contact with them.
Everyday in life we encounter and interact with people, and depending on who, you either click well with them or you don't. Sometimes, those you click well with end up drifting further away for various reasons. That you two aren't so free to hang out as often anymore. And slowly you drift apart, even though you still see each other online, link each other and still have their number. I've got quite a few people like that, and we've just slowly drifted apart from what it used to it. Sometimes I wonder why we don't make an effort to remain close. Is it that hard to give a call just to say hi? Is it that hard to chat on MSN? Is it too much of a trouble to tag?
It's easy to do those things. But the reality is many people don't. It seems as though a few seconds to spare are difficult. To key in a few letters or dial a few numbers.
I hope I don't end up like you. And you. And you. Definitely not you. And as sure as hell not you.
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Sunday morning I had to wake up early for the soccer competition "The Dream Move". A few weeks ago Karnex asked me to join the soccer team knowing full well I'm a basketballer and I haven't played sports in months. Oh well, I joined for fun.
So anyway, my team was made up of 10 people, Karnex and Jonathan Fong among them. Our team name was Brethren United FC, which I came up with. While I'm the only basketballer, turns out the rest were soccer fanatics and pros, which kinda made me feel like the lousiest player on the team (and possibly all the competitors). Details of the matches aside, we reached the quarter finals where we lost 1-0. And the worst part is, I was wasn't playing during that match! I was subbed out on that match and watching them lose is freaking heart wrenching, because you can't do anything. Zzz. So close to reaching the finals...
Oh well, at least I had one thing to be proud of, and which everyone in Brethren United acknowledges. Our team never lost in any match I played. HA.
We received a free goodie bag, which had magazines and stuff. And 'cause we were youths, they didn't give us FHM. LOL!
Went back to Malaysia where I met up with Jun Wei to get my tattoo at long last. I called my mom to tell her that I was going to get one. She wasn't happy but said okay. So yippee! Jun Wei and I went to meet his friend where I looked through the tons of books and pictures of the tattoo designs. As I usually do, I didn't pick out the default designs, even though some were really beautiful... so I decided to try something else. I took two separate designs and took out the parts I didn't want, leaving the remainder, which would be merged. Result? A gothic cross fitchy with a fully blood red tribal designed dragon on it. Woots!
Hmmm... the process isn't as bad as I thought. Its a lot less painful than I imagined, and the outlining is more painful than the colouring and shading. It took some time for him to sterilize the needles and prepare the colours, and I had all my tattoo questions answered. Amazing, really, the reasons behind some tattoos... geez. Anyway, the whole process took about an hour, where I was casually talking to Jun Wei most of the time, and after the pain and stings... at last! My tattoo was finished. I needed to take a shower to clean the blood and I couldn't go swimming for 4 days (as if I do). He pasted some stuff over it so that the bleeding wouldn't be too bad on the way home. Well it was bleeding... so much it made the sticky thing not sticky (sounds so noob) and while going back home, there was a big red puddle spreading on my white shirt, which I only found out after I took off my shirt. Geez.
And just to top it off.. yesterday going to work, I saw a Skyline while crossing over to the Malaysian Checkpoint! AHHH! Skyline! Then going to work, at Aljunied MRT's overheard bridge, some person hung underwear over the railings. Female underwear. I think you get my drift...? Then going back, some moron kept brushing my head with his newspaper, even though there was so much room and he coulda put it somewhere else other than on my head. Freak.
Geez, the people you encounter everyday...
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5:27 AM
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Back to blog. Aye.
Anyhoo, here's what's happened since Friday.
Friday morning was amusing and unusual, yet interesting? I was going to work as usual, and at the checkpoint I needed to take out something, which my Bible was blocking. So I took out my Bible to rearrange the contents in my bag a bit and continued to walk off to the scanners. Then suddenly some guy came up beside me and said "Hi my name's Victor. I'd like you have this." Actually I didn't hear him clearly and I thought the paper he was passing me was my own which I dropped when I took out my Bible. I said thanks and didn't think of anything until I looked at the paper and noticed it was a devotion he had written. I turned and looked at him, and realized he had been talking. "You're not ashamed of showing that you're a Christian." Indeed I'm not, but how did he know? "You took out your Bible casually and didn't seem ashamed of showing it. Many Christians I know try to hide the Bible when they're outside." Well he's got great intro-ing skills because I don't usually get praised from a stranger about my faith when I've only known him 3 minutes. From checkpoint till we reached the MRT, we got to know each other better. He's studying in Singapore Polytechnic, and previously studied in Kuala Lumpur, where he got saved because City Harvest Church KL was holding something and he had checked it out. He's also attended the Festival of Praise and his favourite song is Breathe, just like mine. Interesting no? Making a new friend and knowing another brother in Christ just like that.
I read through his devotion on the way to work, and from what he wrote, I found out he's a Charismatic Seventh-Day Adventist. For those who don't know much about other denominations, SDA's place strong importance on the Sabbath, which they say is from Friday evening to Saturday evening. They also believe that unbelievers won't go to hell but will instead be destroyed upon judgement. I'm a Charismatic (Evangelical, to some). Confused? It gets better. There's 2 major denominations, the Protestants and the Catholics. Easy right? I'm sure you learned this in social studies in Singapore. Okay, now under Protestants, there's the Mainline Protestants, Seventh-Day Adventists, Methodists, Southern Baptists, Presbyterians, Anglicans, Lutherans, Calvinists, Quakers, Evangelicals, Pentecostals and of course, the Charismatics. Then for the Catholics, you mainly have the Catholics themselves, and the Christian Orthodox. And those are just the well-known ones. There's at least 300 denominations. But here's the thing... we're all Christians. And no, I don't include Mormons, Jehovah's Witnesses, Rastafari's or Unificationists. Still keeping up? Not bad.
Anyhoo work was dull, and after that I headed straight down to Kallang and reached the Singapore Indoor Stadium on time. A little late, but the Festival of Praise service was fantastic! Delirious and Don Moen were the musicians this year while Pastor Phil Pringle was the preacher. The presence of God was great, and being in a stadium full of people from 123 churches made the experience all the more enjoyable. The message was a humourous illustration of David's youth life, a hilarious yet so spiritual message that really struck home for all the youths involved. Had more praise and worship after that and went off. And just a sidenote, one noticeable church that didn't attend the FOP this year was New Creation Church. I'll let you guys think on what that means...
Saturday I went for work, which was the usual, except I slacked quite a bit. After that went off to Isabel's place to help out with the food. I'm so generous right Jingle Bell? Anyhoo, once the cellgroup arrived we had praise and worship (I'm doing the songsheets again) and played some games after. HA. 2 losers from each game would have to do a forfeit. Juswin and Jun Wei, Jonathan and Isabel, Joshua and I ended up doing the forfeits. Craps. Well to spare them their humiliation, I'll just make some comments: Isabel and Jonathan, you 2 are SOOO pretty! Juswin and Jun Wei, you 2 are SOOO gay! And what's "kua simi kua?"
Went off for the second night of the Festival of Praise and had another great night. This time the message was an illustration of Mary and Martha, and another hilarious message with great spiritual significance. The SIS was so packed that day we had to sit behind the stage! The atmosphere was noticeably greater and it was another great day for the 123 churches who participated.
Went back in a squeezy shuttle bus, while Cedric was making faces for Olivia and Isabel to see. Lmao. Stayed over in Juswin's place again and enjoyed the time just slacking and watching TV. Went off to sleep. At 3am.
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Saturday, August 4, 2007
I hate it when people are so narrow minded. There's no verse that says I can't have a tattoo. Neither is there any context that says I can't outright get one. A sin to get a tattoo? Don't make me laugh. Spouting off your mouth when you don't know what you yourself talk about.
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
hihi
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
hey
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
u still in church?
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
lol... of course
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
wat makes u think i'm not?
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
ur nick
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
tues getting tattpp
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
tattoo
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
getting a tattoo doesnt mean i'm not a Christian -.-
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
do u know is wrong to get it?
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
is in the bible
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
oh really? tell me where
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
u go ask ur cgl about it
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
really
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
gimme a verse
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
u know pastor zhuang and pastor tan have said its ok to get it
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
u ask them?
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
when they say?
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
i din ask them
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
they said it themselves during prayer meetings last time in jurong west
Every FAILURE come the SEED of an even greater POSSIBLE SUCCESS says:
wad they say?
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
exact words i dun rmb, but they have clearly said there's nth wrong with getting a tattoo
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
i've been in church for 5 yrs, and no one has ever said getting a tattoo is wrong
† P§¥KØ †™ Kay Kay! says:
none of my cgls have said it, and 2 pastors have openly said its ok
He shut up after that and status turned "away" almost immediately. Sorry if I was harsh in my language, but I seriously can't stand it when people make so many assumptions about being a Christian. A few years ago so many narrow minded Christians said that we couldn't get piercings, can't dye hair and all that. Gimme a break. Now this guy says I can't get a tattoo. Ridiculous.
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Friday, August 3, 2007
I'm looking at the STOMP website. A group blog kinda thing for Singaporeans.
Taking a look at the "What bugs me" section, I can only say... Geez, what a bunch of whiners! Look at their entries and they complain about almost every single thing. There's some credibility for really bad complaints but some are plain ridiculous. Like sleeping on the floor, where its in between carriages. One blogger took pics of the people and complained that people could not exit the MRT. Like wat the? They're not blocking the door geez.
Then some are really hypocritical. They take pics of people who don't offer seats to the elderly and complain about them while they're happily sitting down themselves. And they tend to use words like "appalled" and "disgusted" when people sleep on the floor (not blocking anyone) and to people who eat or drink on the MRT. No one really gives an "appalled" face. Geez. One poor girl, just drinking bubble tea and reading on the MRT had her pic taken the the blogger said he was disgusted, people were appalled, blah blah blah. It's not like she spilled the whole thing on the floor or got in your face. What an exaggerating whiner.
And they don't complain or bring up the issue either. They just take your pics without permission, blog about their sad hypocritical lives and then post it up for the public. And if you read the comments, the bloggers get shot back for their hypocrisy. So much for the consideration they demand.
Take a look yourself, and tell me if you don't see a blog full of the biggest whiners in this country?
http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/Gallery16.aspx
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11:31 PM
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Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Think I'll make a random post today. A lot of randomness.
I went to work today and on the bus going to my workplace, I bumped into Xin Mei, who's going to school. Finally some company! It's quite dull going to work alone with a busload of strangers. Chatted a bit, and enjoyed the brief company. And bonus, 'cause she's pretty!
Last night, I took a bus back home. The bus needs to pass through an infamous street called Jalan Wong Ah Fook in order to get to the main road and continue its journey. The bus driver I had was a little... nuts. Wong Ah Fook is famous for transvestites, something like Changi Village. Except they don't look as nice. Anyhoo, while passing Wong Ah Fook, the bus driver opened his window and yelled something in Malay, but I think I got the meaning of it. The following words I clearly understood: Ah gua, bodoh, CB (you know, chicken white). Then he pointed his middle finger at them and drove off.
Oh, and you know that be alert against terrorism and stuff video they always play at the MRT stations? The one where this guy drops a bag in the MRT and because no one pays attention it explodes later on? While waiting for an MRT that would be coming in 10 minutes, I looked at a few details of the video. The main character, the woman, who's the alert passenger and blah blah has really bad teeth. Seriously. Deformed and missing quite a few I might add. Yeesh. Yuck.
SBS buses are terrible. Support SMRT!
Checkpoint officers aren't assuming I'm a gangster and stuff when I'm scanning my bags as often as before. Now they're doing it while I'm waiting in line to scan my passport -.-. Shouting at me to get into another line, because my line is only for students. Satisfaction comes from shutting them up when I show my student pass though.
Oh, I've also got Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pirated version. Free book. Woots. HA. File format, on my computer. Pro. =x
And for those people who are oblivious about the music world, guess who's the artist of my blog song? I'll give you a clue... my senior pastor's wife. I think that ought to shatter a few people's opinions. Right Olivia?
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