Well, it's officially April Fool's Day. My sister attempted one on me. It pays to be suspicious =p.
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
Howe...
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
??
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
Mom's kinda in the hospital right now.
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
wat the... wat happened?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
The car's tyre
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
huh? i dun get it
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
bursted.
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
then?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
So, the car swung?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
and Mom's badly injured
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
and is in the hospital right now
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
geez... when did this happen?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
Yesterday. =/
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
freak... highway?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
thank god no
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
i think in the streets
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
ah... ok, at least thats "better"
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
then who told u about it?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
yeah..
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
the hospital called
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
how'd they get ur contact?
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
APRIL'S FOOL
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
=/
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
damn you and ur logic
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
u should jus believe and shut up
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
LOL
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
i was thinkin of telling you later today after sch
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
but noo.. u jus had to ask these Qs
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
hha.. i knew sth was funny -.-
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
besides, uncle ben woulda called me up neway
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
next yr, i'll ask him to call you then
CORPSE BRIDE Dusty Roses says:
wthec!
† P§¥KØ †™ Got Lionel Lewis' autograph... woots! says:
LOL
Chronicled 1:18 PM
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Aye... what a day (or, uh, night)
I just woke up at 7pm -.-... yes, insane, I know. But then again, I did sleep at 6am. I think I needa stop doing that.
Anyway, backtracking a bit... yesterday I went to the Institute of Mental Health aka Woodbridge Hospital to check myself in because of my mental problem known as ataraxia. Of course if you believe that, you should go and check in yourself =p. Okay, I do believe I have ataraxia, but I didn't go there for that -.-. Went there with Karnex to meet up a buncha people I didn't know to play soccer. Apparently, they booked a soccer field in there, and even hired a professional referee for the match. The other team was really a team, all the same white jerseys, and they knew each other very well. Our team? Most of the guys only knew a person or two, and we were all wearing mismatched blue jerseys, haha!
I was left back, and later right back for the early part of the match, till the opponents midfielder was coming towards me. Obviously as a defender I defend, so I ran up to him to block his way. The guy collided into me and although I kicked the ball away, he kicked my leg and we both fell down. Ouch? I got up and started to walk, and that's when I noticed quite a major stab of pain. Zzz. I walked again, and it hurt even more. I knew I couldn't play like this. So I subbed out with some guy and limped off. FOR THE ENTIRE MATCH! AHHHH! One accident and I couldn't play the whole game! Geez. I didn't even play for the entire first half. Craps. Maybe I shoulda worn a shin guard =/. Anyhoo, since I was watching, I did some stupid stuff while observing. Like a spider crawled up my arm, which I slapped, killing it. Then I flicked it to where a bunch of ants were. After a few minutes, the spider body was slowly being torn apart. Ouch. Feel my pain okay! You're not the one with a badly injured thigh and toe. Then again, you're dead -.-.
Karnex was our team's goalkeeper, and the other team's goalkeeper was some yellow shirt guy. My team was leading 5-2 in the early second half, but they caught up after our team slacked a bit. So it ended 6-4, my team winning. Woots! We separated after a while and Karnex and I walked from Buangkok all the way to Yio Chu Kang. Told ya I liked walking. Even with a badly injured leg. Aye, to cool down I decided to take a long route back home. Took 854 to Yishun and 856 to Woodlands, where I took my passport and went back to Malaysia to withdraw some money. This time, no implications that I was a terrorist. Zzz.
Went back to my Woodlands place again and was catching up on people I haven't seen in a while. What a change. I ended up sleeping at 6am, yeah but even though I had 13 hours of sleep I was freaking tired when I woke up. My leg still hurt too, badly. I could barely walk without wincing in pain every few steps.
But still, I'm crazy enough to play sports. Someone ask me out to do something, please!
Chronicled 8:05 AM
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Had a dream of you last night.
I see you everyday.
But I still miss you.
Chronicled 5:14 PM
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Saturday, March 29, 2008
Aye, quite an interesting few days.
On Tuesday, I stayed over at Koh Wee's place 'cause the next day we were supposed to go to East Coast with Yao Qi and group. When I was at his house, very late at night, suddenly three-quarters of the group suddenly said they couldn't make it -.-. Geez, pissed us off, so we just played poker on Full Tilt and watched old seasons of PCK. I finally got top in a tournament! A short-handed tournament (meaning 6 or less people) where I was the short stack for the whole game. Then after everyone else had been eliminated, it was just heads up between me and some crazy guy. I all-inned many times with decent hands and lasted for close to half an hour to finally get the win and get all the chips. In the end I had more points than when I logged in (I lost quite a few rounds before that, losing points). Okay, I don't mean to brag but I'm good at heads up. HEH!
We slept at close to 7am, so the next day, although we planned to wake up at noon plus, we slept till 4pm. Yikes... we just slacked around before we went to do our own stuff. What did I do? Kinda forgot =/.
Anyway, Friday's cellgroup meeting was enjoyable. A fun cellgroup meeting that involved discussion and brainstorming, and crazy ideas that were plainly humorous. Aye... had a good time, despite a few awkward moments. Art of loving alright!
Saturday morning went to Jurong church to support Jonathan, Joshua and Esther for their water baptism! Congrats to you all, especially Jon, who's been fighting a long time for it. Their baptism names are Samuel, Ethan and Leah respectively. Among the zone, Dexter, Natalie (Phoenicia), Yan Sin (Hope), Pearly were the ones I knew. The rest, sorry! I'll know you more in the future. Congrats to all anyway! God bless in this proclamation.
Headed down for service after that. The bus ride there was one sweet journey. Got to sleep all the way. Freaking needed it. Service was by Pastor Tan, about decisiveness and procrastination. I felt that message was really good for certain people -.-. Anyhoo, we went to T3 at Changi Airport to fellowship, and after I ate, some guys pointed out Lionel Lewis (yes, the Singapore soccer team's goalkeeper) sitting down at a bench near us. Okay, I'm no huge fan of his ('cause I'm no huge fan of soccer), but I respect his talent and I know he's damn good. So Karnex and Jason wanted to go up to him but they didn't dare. Aye, geez. Then since we learned about overcoming procrastination, I thought I'd do it for them (heh, sorry... that's a lie). Nah! Kidding. Just thought I'd do it and get it over with, since it was all talk and no action. So I went up, said "Hi, can I have your autograph, signed to Karnex." and he signed it in my sermon notebook (lol), I thanked him and walked off. Looking back, I shoulda been a little more like "nice to meet you" and all, but then again, I was just doing a favor the guys.
Of course... if it was Jolin, I'd run, fly, swim there and get her autograph on more than just my notebook, and get a picture(s) too! IF.
Anyway, I think this adds on to my credibility of doing anything! Anyone who knows me decently should know my track record of doing crazy things or things most people won't do. No details here! You should know!
Kiss kiss! LOL.
Chronicled 3:05 PM
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Friday, March 28, 2008
Aye, not exactly the best day to wake up to.
Earlier on in the morning (meaning late night), I was ignored by like 5 people on MSN. Geez. Open up a chat window then no replies for hours. And meanwhile they change their MSN nicks or personal messages. Meh. Dunno what's up with them.
I planned to wake up earlier today to go somewhere. Someplace I've been wanting to go for a while but never had the chance to. But I just woke up at like 3pm? Forget it -.-.
Also gotta pick up Jonathan's guitar for the cellgroup meeting later. Aye, I never liked bulky stuff. Heh.
I'm freaking hungry now too. Hmmm. Quite a bad Friday to wake up to. Zzz, I just hope cellgroup meeting's good later. Hate having my mood spoiled on the weekend-ish.
To this, since I'm not in the highest spirits at the moment, I thought I'd make a quote. Just got a feeling it's going to be relevant later.
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
Chronicled 3:08 AM
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
I just realized I forgot to mention something I noticed when going to Malaysia last week. I know they have thumbprint scans at the checkpoint, but I thought it was compulsory for everyone. Only last week did I realize that it was mostly Malay and Indian men who were told to scan their thumbprint. I've only seen one Chinese female and a few Chinese males scanning their thumbprint. Everyone who looks suspicious is forced to scan their thumb. I haven't seen any pretty girls scan their thumbprint either.
EH, does that mean checkpoint considers me a possible terrorist? ARGH.
Chronicled 1:57 PM
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Monday, March 24, 2008
It's been a month since my last serious post. Thought I'd make one again.
Suddenly I've been thinking about a lot of issues, mainly due to good talks with my friends about tons of things. So you know what, I thought I'd post a serious (and long post) that I typed last year in notepad, but never posted, due to the controversial nature of it. I don't like to offend people, but I do stand up for my rights and opinions. There will be conflict of agreements, and with certain issues going on now, I think it's a good time to post it. Remember, I typed this last year, don't judge me by my previous thoughts and opinions. I still keep some opinions. Others have changed for the better.
To prevent anyone from judging me through this post, I'll let you figure out yourself what is still relevant in my life and what is obsolete. You'll see what I mean when you read my post. And, I realized that my post is creepily relevant to issues I've been talking about lately, so it'll be interesting to see my past speak about future (now present) events.
Enjoy.
Hmmm. I'm typing this post so that people can see my perspective. I don't mean this as a direct rebuttal, nor an argument. I know the people who've made certain suggestions have my best interests at heart, but although I may be open to certain ideas, I won't accept it outright.
Okay, on with it. As the new year is coming soon, I've been asked by certain people to change certain aspects of myself. Firstly, my words. I've been told to tame my tongue, and not be so direct. Being direct is just me, and I've realized it works better than being subtle. However, for the sake of those who can't handle the truth, I think I'll listen to this one, and be less direct to those people who I think can't take it or aren't worth my "directness". To those who I know are able, I'll still be direct to them. This is one of the changes I'll listen to, because I'll know its for the better for certain people. Plus, I agree... my directness is quite harsh sometimes. Our language matters to people (and in church context, younger members), so although I find no problem with my language, I understand not everyone is alright with it. Change it for the better so it'll benefit. This I believe to be true.
I've been told to wear different colours too. Understandable, 'cause I wear black 99% of the time I go out. To make them happy, I've worn blue or white sometimes. That doesn't help though, 'cause they've told me to regularly wear different colours. Some people want me to wear different colours and carry myself in a different way so that people will see me as someone who can lead, and so on. Then, I'm told, I can wear black and all that stuff I wore before. Isn't that like faking it, so that others can see? I change every year, and people know I've been changing for the better since I first came to church. Like a previous cellgroup leader once mentioned, I'm still black and all, but I've become a totally different person on the inside. He sees it, and so does everyone else. To change the colour of my clothes will be for the fact that others will get some "attention" on me changing, but its just for show in the end isn't it? That I can wear black after people realize I've changed on the outside. It's so external that I was nearly thrown off by this suggestion. So what if people see me wear another colour? That may make them assume I'm changing, but it's just on the outside. If they are to judge my inside by my clothes, I find that terribly judgemental and forgive my words, pathetic. What benefit is it to change my colours and have people think different thoughts about me? I'd rather wear black everyday and have people get to genuinely know me. It builds a true relationship, and they see me for who I am, regardless of my colours.
I've also been told to jump during praise. Five years in church and admittedly, I only jump on really big events like Emerge and the Festival of Praise. Other than that, I move around my legs and stuff but I don't jump. Frankly, its just because I don't feel like it. I praise with all my heart, and I just don't feel its necessary for me personally. I don't have a problem with it, but I don't feel that jumping means I'm more excited for God. Now when I do it of my own accord, it certainly means I am. But when I'm told to, it kinda defeats the purpose right? Isn't it just like wearing colours? So that others will see it? As I've said before, I pride myself on being the same person to everyone. Putting on colours for others to see or jumping so that others will notice will really make me feel fake. God will know my heart anyway, so isn't it worse that I'm jumping with "fakeness" during the Almighty's praise? Like I said, I have nothing against jumping. Just for me personally, I don't feel a need. Especially when I'm told. Jump all you want. But if you're just doing it so that others will see, praise will no longer be a language of faith, but of fake.
My hair, colours, fashion all have been criticized by many people, each asking for me to change a certain aspect. It's a well known fact that I can't please everyone. No one can. Yet I'm told to. Aye, one time, I cut my hair and my cellgroup all said it was much better. However all my classmates didn't like it and voiced their displeasure in jokes. My class is one of the best I've been in, and it's not just them joking for fun. They're honest in the fact they don't like it, because when I've had other haircuts, they've said its good. So yeah. I am admittedly different from everyone. I don't like blending in, because its just boring. In the words of Adriel (yes, the Arista one... since he doesn't read my blog) "I don't conform to the cookie cutter." I arguably make an impact wherever I go, be it minor or major, positive or negative. But wherever I go, waves follow. You don't regularly find people who dress in all black, wear chains with spiked hair, yet go to church. Add the fact that I'm from Canada, living in Malaysia, and studying in Singapore, with a Canadian accent and like for designing. And you know what? I like being different. Listening to other peoples advice is flattering, but it just conforms me to their idea of what's ideal isn't it?
When I walk around with friends, and someone is majorly different from the normal Singaporean, it's with near certainty that I'll hear some comment criticizing them. Someone who's bald? They'll make a joke about the shininess of his head. Someone who's practicing dance moves in the MRT? People will point, some will laugh and pass them off as some nutjob or para-para addict and others will even record them down to laugh at them in Youtube (I seriously believe these guys who record them down have no life themselves). I mean what's wrong with being bald? In wrestling, Stone Cold is bald, and he's hugely popular. So is Kane, although I do personally prefer him with hair (and mask). David Gan is near bald (the last time I remember) yet everyone sees his talent in the hairstylist industry and has no doubts even with the lack of hair on his own head. And to people that dance in the MRT. They could just be practising for a major concert sometime later, or they could just be doing their hobby while time passes. No one disses people playing PSP's in the MRT. They enjoy it and it kills time. Who says the dancers aren't doing the same? Are you not criticizing them of what they like? Why then is it okay for you to do your interests although they may not be as noticeable?
Hell, I'll let you know something about me. I am me. I am who I am. What you see is what you get. I hate it when people see me and judge me prematurely because of how I dress and all. I know first impressions are a given, and especially in work places, where I have no choice but to follow with the code. However, in church especially, I do not expect this. As Christians we're supposed to love people regardless of who they are. Because my hair stands all the time, I wear a very Satanic-looking cross, and I wear black all the time, will you judge me? Mahatma Ghandi, the famous Indian who peacefully helped gain independence and peace for India made this comment "I like their Christ. I don't like their Christians" How ironic. Ghandi once walked into a church with his traditional Indian garments, but was rejected by the people. They said that this church was only for the civilized and refined. So Ghandi turned towards Hinduism instead, even though he himself acknowledged the errors and contradictions in the Vedas (Hindu scriptures). Imagine following a religion just because you know it will bring peace, but you do not truly believe it yourself. You are rejected by the people who claim to know truth, and are angry that you walk away from the real truth to follow something else you do not truly affirm. This is why I do not agree when people say that when we go to church, we should dress our best, but have their own ideas of what is acceptable. I have seen people who dress in bermudas and slippers but they do it with a sense of fashion and look brilliant. Yet I'm certain that the same people who tell us to dress well in church would reject this fashion just because of the slippers. It's their best and their fashion. You don't judge me because of my clothes because you know me, you know its my style. Why then do you look so appalled when you see a member wearing slippers? Who says its not their style and therefore, their best?
I live for myself and God. Does it sound oxymoronic? It does, I admit. But here's the thing, I say I live my life for God, that is true, but I also live for myself too. Just because I live for God, does that mean I don't do the things I want as well? Sure, if my opinions come into conflict with the Bible, I know what to follow. But let's say something a little more trivial, like my fashion and clothes. I wear my clothes because I like it, not because God (who I'm not making assumptions on) likes it. He created us, He knows every single part of our body. Even the most sensitive parts. Our clothings just cover us. If people dress to seduce and for other bad reasons, then God will not approve of their clothing. But jeans and chains with a shirt are not going to seduce anyone. God has no problem with that. Neither do I, and it is for myself that I wear my clothes and pick out what I want. Very often, I've been told that I should not do so-and-so so that people will not get the wrong impression. A lot of my non-Christian friends think Christians can't go clubbing, get tattoos, and wear things that aren't "Christian". Liberal people may not have this view, but I daresay the majority of Asians do. If people in the world and worse, in church are going to judge me because I go clubbing, it merely reflects one thing, that you are judgmental. I put pretty girls pictures in my display picture sometimes, and I've been told by several people that although I may have a clear conscience, it may affect younger members. Seriously, how? How is showing a pretty girl going to affect people who are learning about Christ? Why do these people not disciple girls and guys who put famous stars on their wallpapers or posters, but are very harsh towards putting pretty or handsome people who are not famous? When I put Jolin as my display picture, no one had a problem. I changed it to some pretty girl who I didn't know and immediately people talked about it. It's sickening. I have a clear conscience. How people view me is beyond my care. If they assume bad things, then it's of no benefit to them. It merely shows how shallow they are in assuming so much about me with so little substance. I know what I'm trying to do. They don't. So it just goes to show their shallowness. So what if people have a wrong impression of me? It just shows their ignorance.
Like I said, I live for myself and God. I'm not here on this earth to please you. Sure, I can have good friends and undoubtedly, enemies. But my purpose isn't to listen to your every damn word and make myself into someone you'll accept. Like I said in the above paragraphs, why am I judged because of what I appear to be? I am the same person to everyone. In church and out, I am the same. If you could see me in every area of my life, you'd testify to this. Perhaps I may be a little more rowdy outside church, and use more refined language when speaking about biblical principles, but that's about it. I don't see the point in refined language in basketball and being rowdy while teaching others about God. Therefore if you judge me by what you see, I consider you extremely shallow and judgmental. You don't know me very well, few do. Why should I appear good so that you'll have a better impression of me? Some people will like my personality more than others. Others will dislike it, although not dislike me. I'm not going to show one side to you and another side to others, because I hate being hypocritical. Who I am to your friend is the same I'll be to you. Don't like it? Very well. Everyone has their own opinions of what they prefer. Judge me just through that? You're one sanctimonious prick then.
I don't like people judging me prematurely. Know who I am to you first, and then you can make your opinions on me. Whether they're positive or negative is not my business. It's your opinion. But what I hate worse is other people judging my friends because of how they misinterpret what I say about them. Or even worse, through my blog posts. There are a lot of people who read my blog not because of being interested in my life or because they enjoy the posts, but to find out what I do. To see if my words match my actions. I say I don't lie in my blog, and unless you count me accidentally reporting I won a match 11-9 when the real score was 11-10, I have never lied in years. And it's not really a lie anyway. Just an accident. Therefore people seem to have a general idea that what I write in my blog is true. It is, but how you interpret it is another thing. I mention various friends in my blog and it seems that other people judge their character through my blog posts and their own assumptions through what they see. Despicable if you ask me. So I mention that me and some friends go clubbing. Are you going to think they're drunkards and stuff just because they drank too much that night? What if it was a Christian? Are you going to have a worse impression of that person since getting drunk is forbidden in the Bible? Like you haven't sinned before. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone." Back to me, are you going to judge me through what I write on my posts? I've realized that in my posts, I usually write a lot of my incidents, and in the mentioning of services, I usually give it a few short lines with my thoughts. Oh, as a real Christian, you'd want to make your worldly posts shorter and your thoughts and revelations on services longer. I do that sometimes, in their own separate posts. But for the majority of my posts, its for the reader to read and enjoy, including my non-Christian audience. So I make both sides see my days events, and have my religious lines short. However, when I do make a Christian post, its there, in all its glory. I would have a hard time believing that people would judge me like this, but I've seen that many people in higher authority seem to have a greater number of revelational posts. Is it because they truly enjoy posting it as a blessing or is it because they think its what they should do because people read their blogs and get an impression of them through it? I give them the benefit of the doubt. However, for the sneaks who read my blog for the reasons I mentioned, let me say, I'm disappointed.
I don't judge people. Hard to believe? Don't worry, I don't blame you. It took me a while to get it through in my head. I have opinions of them, sure, but I never consider it as fact outright unless it's proven or I know them better. I don't take things at face value. I've had good friends backstab their friends to get better results. I've known someone who seduced her friend's boyfriend and later on dumped him, just to see if he'd fall for her. It's sickening and I don't do this. Therefore, would you say I'm better than them? I think you would. But although it sounds "fair", through God's eyes, its the wrong way to judge. You're not perfect, so therefore who are you to assume so much? They might just be insecure of certain issues and therefore do those things, while they could be volunteers and helping out in important charitable events. God loves us all the same way. Just because I didn't two time, backstab and seduce, it doesn't place me on a higher pedestal to God. People always compare themselves to other people, where they come out better. That's to most people, yes, and I'm flattered if you think well of me, but I've done my fair share of bad. I've tried to set someone on fire before, attempted suicide and got into many fights. Sure, it's the past, God has changed me. But isn't it the same case for those who've done wrong? Its in the past. If they've not repented, that's another story, but that's not my focus anyway.
Back on the topic. Goths and people like me. When goths walk by, they turn heads everywhere. Comments and criticisms follow soon enough with their audience. I'm not a goth, but when I put on eyeliner, and my hair is particularly wilder on that day, I'm a victim of it myself. Once, someone walking with his girlfriend muttered "Satanic" while walking past me after giving me a glance. Many other times I can hear people saying something about guys wearing eyeliner or they continue to look at me in the distance. Do I feel hurt? Not really, but it does leave an impression. It's just a preference to wear eyeliner when I want to. Movie stars wear makeup everytime they're in the public, and the fans go nuts over them. See them with no makeup, and they don't look as flattering. Take Angelina Jolie as an example. Sultry and pretty. But with all her charity work in third world countries, she doesn't look as good as she does in say, Beowulf. The person considered "normal" turns no heads and fits in with everyone else. People who are different, and I consider myself included, make waves everywhere, for better or for worse. Don't even get me started on racial issues, which I seriously despise.
Do I take part in criticism? Partially. When people point it out and laugh, I'll laugh a bit, but I'll rarely take a pro-active part in continuing the insult. I'll only do that when it is really for that persons benefit. Like one time, this really, really fat (sorry) lady in her 70's was wearing a bikini and miniskirt in public. Now while I'm quite liberal with what people wear, I was really wondering what this lady was trying to do. There is nothing flattering about her outfit, and I'm sure even the most liberal of people will agree. I took a pro-active part in criticizing her, however it was constructive, not abusive. I mentioned she coulda worn something else than this (especially in the Orchard area). When someone looks radically different, and I know the person, I'll make a joke about this, but I'll make sure they know I'm kidding. It's their taste after all. When people belittle Christianity in a minor way, like say, "I don't like God" or "I hate Christians, except you." (I find that ironic, honestly). Its their opinion and if they make it into a joke, I'll go along with it, 'cause I'm not going to be like "Hey don't insult my God." If you do, you're seriously the worst spoilsport when other jokes invoke your emotions. Besides, its not insulting. It is just their opinion. However, when they really make it serious and truly insulting, I will speak up. When my friends make racial jokes, I laugh along with them, but I don't contribute. So far, it has only happened once, but if my friend really goes beyond jokes and insults that race to a really far extent, I will speak up. If you're wondering, it was a Muslim talking about Jews.
Martin Luther King Jr was an African American who lived during the times of great racial persecution in the US. Rosa Parks was another black who lived in those times, and there was an unwritten custom that whenever a white (Caucasian) person wanted to sit on a bus, the black person had to stand up. Once a white man wanted to sit where Rosa Parks was sitting, and she refused. This turned heads, and even when the bus driver himself demanded that Rosa Parks stand, she still refused. In the end, the police officers were called to the scene. The idiot was still "fighting" for the seat. She was arrested, and it made headlines. Martin Luther King read her story and was inspired to make a difference with these racial issues. He made a stand, made many speeches involving the equality of all races, and never used violence. People called him a coward, bombed his church and certain people tried killing him. One succeeded. While giving a speech, someone shot him, and he died. Assassinated for helping the US reach a level of racial equality as it never had before, his most famous words came from another speech. The most famous segment is "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." Take note that when you make comments involving dark-skinned people (Indians and Bangladeshi in particular in this country), you're spitting at the memory and lives of people like Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks, who've died for their beliefs.
Same goes for the people who are different. I take my side with them. I would want to expand more on Martin Luther King's line, that not just the colour of our skin, but the way people look and dress. Don't judge a book by its cover. A classic line, but how many actually listen to it? Jesus had meals and associated with the different people in his times. He never once insulted their looks, He did not judge character, but always changed their lives and practices. A great example. Few follow. Admittedly, even many Christians themselves.
Again, I don't mean this post to insult anyone. I take all advice to heart, but not at face value. Just my perspective.
Long post... kudos if you actually read all of it.
I posted this because I felt that some issues brought up recently are scarily accurate of what I mentioned in my post last year. I typed it out last year in Blogger, but I copied and pasted it to notepad and didn't post it, due to the nature of the post. With the events I mentioned last time almost happening in tandem with real life events, I thought I might as well post it. I didn't want such a long post to be wasted, nor did I want to hide my views forever. I have nothing to hide, and I'll make sure people know that.
Remember, I wrote this post last year. Don't get offended if you think I'm pointing out at you. I most probably didn't have you in mind when I typed this. Most probably.
Chronicled 12:55 PM
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I just woke up an hour ago.
I got shocked! First of all, my earring had fallen off. That never happens. Unless you count the 10 earring's I've lost through sleeping =x.
Then, my earstud, the rubber fell off. First time for everything?
And most shocking of all, I found long black hair on my bed. Heck, where'd that come from? I cleaned up my room recently, and my landlord doesn't come into my room (she's got greying short hair anyway). No one in this house has long black hair save the Malaysian tenant living opposite me.
I haven't invited any girls over since moving here (unless you count my sister last month) and I'm not that bad to begin with -.-.
So tell me, who's hair is that on my bed?!
Creepy. Don't tell me it's a vampire or succubus. LOL.
Chronicled 2:55 AM
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Sunday, March 23, 2008
Aye... back to update.
Saturday was freaking eventful, no kidding.
Saturday at noon I was at Expo for a little updating on feedback and such, I attended service. 'Cause I went for the Jurong one previously, it actually was my first time for the Expo service. The drama was brilliant! No offence to the Jurong drama, but I enjoyed the Expo one much more. Since Easter's over, thought I might as well give spoilers. It's about a person who creates a device that has the ability to download your thoughts and replay them digitally. The moral implications of the device are shown and the creator struggles with his past, where his wife cheated on him. Eventually, working on version 2, he goes back in the time of Jesus and sees Jesus' miracles, compassion and eventually, His crucifixion. He also saw Peter denying Jesus, and Jesus forgiving Peter, which eventually taught the creator, Leonard, to forgive his wife for her mistakes. Happy endings in the end.
After that I went down for the second service, for support. Enjoyed the drama again, and seeing it the second time, somehow made me think more on the messages to be learned through the drama since I knew what to expect. Second chances. Forgiveness. One thing I always wonder, how long shall we wait? Also, the best line in my opinion "I underestimated the power of memories". No kidding.
After that I went down to Changi Airport T3 to meet with the rest of the cellgroup and eat Mac! Had a good time knowing the new friends, and also learning some disturbing history from others -.-. I went off after that to go to DXO, partly because I was asked to, and because Audictive was performing. Hey, gotta support my classmate right?
Well, TOO BAD! I didn't get to see their performances. When Gary and I arrived, we noticed a lot of the students hanging outside the club, not going in. Then later I saw Min Kuan and Jackie (Audictive, if you don't know) walking out. I was like "Eh? Performance finished already?" And they told me something I only thought could happen in Channel 8's 7pm and 9pm shows. Turns out that some guy ticked off someone, and that someone had a parang. He chased the guy, who eventually ran across the streets. The guy being chased was lucky, he managed to escape. Parang-wielder however, wasn't so fortunate. He got hit by a car (The Newpaper reported he got hit by 2 cars, in succession... ouch!) and with all the ensuing chaos and police, the whole event was cancelled and only normal DJing was provided, with no guests or special performances. All those under 18 were forced to leave too. With refunds. Oh, and those above 18 were allowed to go in for free.
SERIOUSLY, I never expected that to happen. Freaking exaggerated if you ask me. I mean this stuff only happens in movies and dramas! But when Gary and I saw the blood on the road, and with the surrounding police and ambulance, it just hit the reality of it stronger. Geez. So we separated from Lynette and her friends to chill at The Coffee Club at Clarke Quay (yes we like walking). Drank something I didn't like. Zzz. So much for "recommended". Had a great time chatting about (in someone's words) every blinking thing under the sun. Also learned more about each other's cellgroups. After the long talks, we went to his place to hang around and watch movies and videos. Saw 4. Pure genius, that movie. Loved it, even though it was super gory and I was eating while watching. Heck!
Half past 6, I took 913 to Causeway Point and went back home to sleep for an hour, before waking up for service again. Went to Boon Lay and man, bus rides are super comfy when you're dead tired. Met up with Jessica and her friend Hong Yi? We went for service and sat only a few rows behind the pastors. Gotta love the atmosphere there! It's been so long since I attended a service there (not counting the Good Friday service) and having almost front row seats is a good bonus. I stayed awake for the whole service and enjoyed myself again. No technical mess ups this time, and I realized that Melvin's cast as Judas again!
Jessica met up with Candice to help out in Dialect Church and Hong Yi and I met up with some N337 members to eat at Mos Burger and later on, go home.
I reached back at 5pm and dropped to bed straight away, jeans, chains and all. I just woke up at 2am. Now blogging. Aye! Happy Easter everyone!
Chronicled 3:36 PM
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Saturday, March 22, 2008
On Good Friday, we commemorate Jesus' death, although it was tragic.
On Saturday, the original Sabbath, we are to rest.
On Sunday, we remember that Jesus rose from the dead. His resurrection is the foundation for Christianity and everything it stands for.
Vines and twigs represent new life, a new beginning. Easter commemorates all that.
It's because of this day that we are free. That we can live again. Christ did not come to make bad people good. He came to make dead people live.
This is my cry, my one desire.
Just to be where you are Lord, now and forever.
Happy Easter.
Chronicled 7:24 PM
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Friday, March 21, 2008
Saturday, the original Sabbath. The full day Jesus was dead.
Through His death, we can be with Him eternally.
Always and forever.
One thing I ask.
That I may dwell in Your house forever.
Chronicled 10:00 PM
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Aye, today I helped out in Children's Church. Hmmm... a new experience I guess. Plenty of cute, rowdy, and weird kids who pointed at me and laugh -.-. Geez. Hectic day though.
Met up with Karnex in the morning to have breakfast before meeting the rest (including a back-from-China Jessica) to help out. And I wore red, aye! I was positioned along with some others to guide kids on an alternative route, then after shifted to another position to make sure kids don't run onto the road, then later on to make sure they don't climb and jump on walls (???). Some kids were cute, they were really just sweet. Others ran like Speedy Gonzales. Others were just walking past and when I said "Welcome to City Harvest Church" they'd point at me and laugh. HUH?!
Later on I had to help move chairs for the Children's Church service, but I didn't get to watch =/, so we just hung out at the cafe till it was time to redeploy us. Not much, except white shirt boy kept hitting on someone. Zzz. Totally annoyed me. No details here. Ahem.
Later on I had to stay back and move the chairs back, and more than that, by helping out a bit more for the JAMs church. Aye, super tiring. But somehow you feel very satisfying by accomplishing all that. Not easy mind you. Meanwhile during my tenure as labor (lol) I chatted with a guy who said I looked like a rocker 'cause of my chains and stuff. Well, I'm flattered, but he kinda assumed I wasn't in church for long. So I told him "I've been in church for 6 years. How about you?" Then he goes "11." and I'm like "Wow, since Hollywood Theatre?" And he's like "Way before that." Yikes. Eleven years. No kidding. I've got like 5 more years to reach that. Of course, I'm aiming towards my lifetime =).
Went to Jurong Point with my cellgroup after that to eat. Spoke a lot of topics, but highlight was probably my stupid promise to get married in 4 years. AYE, I need some prospects! And with people in white hitting on them, its not exactly easy! Nevermind if you didn't get that, just help me out and you'll have helped me fulfill my promise towards Gabriel. Heh. I'll probably hold some sign with the words "Available" beside me next time. I'll throw the reserved sign away =x.
Went back to church to attend the first Jurong service. It's been YEARS since I've had service in Jurong West. Certainly brings back memories, plus I still like the atmosphere. And comfy chairs. And those fold-away tables! The only thing I don't like (and still don't) is the lining up. I once sweat so much it soaked my pouch and my sermons in there all became black blotches. Anyhoo, the drama was a rehash, which surprised me. Almost identical drama to 3 years ago, except cut short a bit, with a few edits to some scenes. I still enjoyed it though, and the crucifixion, aye, still as heart wrenching as ever.
Later on, Jonathan and I remained behind to wait for my friends coming down. We went to the rooftop, where there was a buffet for the members. Since there were no seats, we just sat at the baptism pool in the rain -.-. Comfy, and it brought back memories, we pointed out what E145 first did as a cellgroup together here, where our first cellgroup picture was taken, what event, and even the clothings (every item, if you get my drift...). Once my friend Hoe Long came with his two friends, we went to attend the evening service, albeit late. Enjoyed it again, but we left early since they needed to go off. Had a great chat with them. If you don't know, Hoe Long's mom and my mom go way back, to primary or secondary school days. So one time they met up for a reunion and each brought their sons, and that's how we met, haha. Haven't seen him in three years, so it was great to catch up.
Went back home and cleaned my room for the first time since CNY. Zzz. Freaking messy and dusty. Quite a workout too. Well, on Easter Jesus rose from the dead, a new beginning. So I did that for my room too. Significance you know! HA!
Going to Expo service later on, aye. Hope the drama will be better.
Nitez all.
Chronicled 2:22 PM
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
2000 years ago, my Lord and my God, died for the world.
Let us never forget that.
You are my freedom, Jesus You're the reason.
I'm kneeling again at Your throne.
No wonder today is Good Friday.
Chronicled 6:35 PM
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Thought I'd just make a random post today.
Anyhoo, the Health Promotion Board had SMSed me a few days ago asking urgently for type A blood. Just so happens that CHC took part in a blood donation drive last week before service. So I did. And just yesterday they messaged me again asking for more blood, apologizing for messaging again. EH, I already donated! I wouldn't mind donating so soon again, but it's not allowed in the first place. Zzz.
Oh yeah, that reminds me, I went for the blood donation at Siglap South CC. And strangely, when they poked the needle in this time, it hurt! The painkiller didn't work! Normally I just feel the needle going under, but this time, when they poked it in, IT HURT, BAD. I didn't jump or anything, but it was seriously painful. Of all the times I've donated, this has never happened before! Geez. Then when they tried to take it out, the nurse said it wouldn't come out. -___-! She had to slowly pull it inch by inch, moving it slightly left and right to pull it out. My worst blood donation experience ever. Victoria and Phoebe were there though (random, yes, thats the point).
Service with Pastor Phil Pringle was also very good. His stories and interpretations just kept me laughing, and were very inspiring, especially the main focus, the anointing.
And I thought I'd clear up something, in case certain people get offended. My navigations at the moment are 5 crosses. Two of them are nearly upside down, which many people regard as antichrist. Really? I did a bit of research. Turns out that the upside down cross originally was called St. Peter's Cross. Peter was crucified upside down and thus the reversed cross came to stand for his martyrdom. Only recently (in the last few decades mind you) have paranoid people said that the upside down cross is antichrist and a Satanic symbol. Pfft. Right. Learn some history.
Talking about research, I did a bit myself on my favorite wrestler, Kane. Although I haven't watched it in ages, he's still my favorite guy. In case you don't know who, here's a picture of him last time.
Cool eh? I like his mask.
After some time though, he was forced to unmask. So what's my research about? I find out how Kane's wife looks like! Take a look.
Marissa, with some family friend. Hmmm... no offence, but I thought he'd have a prettier wife. (And no, that's not fire on top of his head)
But here's something research won't help in -.-.
What the. HALF STOREYS?!
Chronicled 3:02 AM
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Well, it's my first time in a long time going back to Malaysia during the weekdays. And not in the wee hours for that matter. And you know what? The journey was crap. Seriously. 'Cause 950 passes by the bus stop at my area, I thought I'd take it. Bad move, 'cause even though it's just two stops from Causeway Point, the bus was nearly packed when I boarded! As if that wasn't enough, Marsiling MRT had a lot of people board, packing us worse than sardines. And upon reaching Woodlands Centre, it was horribly jammed (damn you Mas Selamat), and the bus driver didn't open the doors to let people walk to the checkpoint. Geez! So I had one hand carrying my laptop (which isn't light by the way) and the other carrying my PSP which I hadn't had time to put in my bag due to the nutso people.
The slow wait wasn't comfortable either. Some old geezer in front of me kept "tsk tsk tsk-ing" because of the terrible jam and that just annoyed me after his 100th "tsk". I mean aw man, have some variety. He really sounded like a broken telegram. He somehow managed to make the "tsk" with the exact same monotone too. Zzz. Then another guy had his back facing my arm, and I couldn't put down my laptop bag on the floor without majorly wiping his, you know... so to be considerate, I held my bag, which was wearing my arm down by the minutes. It was terribly annoying, 'cause if he could just shift a few centimetres, I could have a relaxed arm. The heat from the people was causing me to sweat also, adding to the discomfort. At least I managed to beat Scotty Nguyen in heads up poker on my PSP!
Anyhoo, checkpoint hasn't changed much. Except this time, while exiting, we have to take a thumbprint, which I believe is scanned against Mas Selamat's. I assume that because I saw his wanted picture on the desktop of their computer, and when the thumbprint is taken, it's scanned side-by-side with a thumbprint beside it. Maybe it's to check if he's changed his looks a bit? I don't know... but its a little late if you ask me. It's been close to a month since he's escaped and only now they put it up? Or maybe that's just ignorance on my part. I haven't gone back to Malaysia the normal way in a long time.
I took a bus back home and walked through the dark short cut again, where I was nearly robbed twice last time. Daring it to happen again? Sorta =x. Nothing happened though. Thank God.
Well, slacked at home most of the days. Enjoying air-con after such a long time, and cleaning up my room a bit. My bed is still freaking comfy. Not for dreams though. My first night back, I had a dream I was in a forest with two people (forgot who) who accidentally bumped into some campers. These campers had a really bad attitude and one of them pushed me, so I pushed him back and we got into a fight. Well, after a while, I managed to grab his head and smash it on a tree, ending the fight. We retired at a treehouse (magically appeared). After sleeping a short while the guy I fought came in with a butcher knife! WHAT THE. WHAT'S A BUTCHER KNIFE DOING IN MY DREAM?! Geez, he promptly chopped both of my friends and sliced my arm. While he was halfway slicing it again, I took the knife and well, do unto others as they do unto you (or in this case, your dream friends). I did a lot of horrible things to him, and added some vandalism to his corpse after that. When I woke up, my shoulder was bleeding. Yikes. Weird nightmare.
Got a haircut today, and finally shaved. Zzz. I think that should keep my cellgroup happy. The journey back was a surprisingly peaceful one. Although I brought my umbrella, when I walked out of the house it stopped raining -.-. Lazy to bring it back in the house so I thought I'd just bring it to Singapore. The bus journey was super fast (wish they'd drive with that kinda speed when I still went in and out for school) and the checkpoint was empty even at 6pm. Nothing interesting happened. Except, I was walking towards the scanning area, and there was a really pretty girl behind me. So after scanning the bags I turned to get a better look, and *BANG* my shoulder hit the glass doors -.-. Gosh, I felt like such an idiot.
Oh well. Big Mac at Causeway Point kept me happy. Heh. Easter's coming soon. God bless us all. It's almost been a year that I began typing properly in my blog. I know that made no sense at all. Yeah, shoot me.
Oh yes, one last thing. There's something hidden in my blog. Think you can find it?
Chronicled 10:18 AM
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Monday, March 17, 2008
AYE... finally an update!
Sorry for such a long wait everyone. First, I was lazy. Second, I needed to enjoy my break. Two years in ITE makes life very contrasting. From the slacking early years to the insane final few days.
Okay, so people have been complaining for an update. Some others, still, have complained for a long one. Well, here you go.
Okay, first up, something I forgot to mention, I celebrated Valentine's Day with my sister -.-.
Now on to real updates... I went to Jace's birthday chalet, 3 day 2 night chalet at Aloha Changi. Well, I had fun playing mahjong and daidee and all the chatters with the new people I met. We also played truth or dare (it became dare eventually) plus a drinking game that was pretty much truth. Freaking fun and insane. I got the worst dares again -.-. I got some of the best too! LOL. Yeah, you can ask any of the people who stayed over and played for the details. One of them even made me throw up -.-.
On school, assignments had been given to us about a month prior, but typical of the top class, no one did anything till the final few days. Heh. Everyone rushed their games and portfolios and VB projects with little time to spare for the majority. And you'd think that with the end of school coming, there'd be some peace. Nope! Tons of drama and happenings even on the last few days. I didn't sleep for 3 days straight (unless you count bus rides) because I rushed my flash game and portfolio, which I'm quite pleased with, even though its terribly simple. The chicken rice stall guy was killed in a car accident. My groupmates didn't sleep whle doing our VB project coding and I didn't too, providing the designs. Full credit to them for it though.
Plus, On the final day of non-exam school, while we were in class finishing the VB assignments and presenting them, Nani (one of only two female classmates) went out of the class to go to the washroom. Outside, a rowdy class had been knocking on our door constantly for quite some time which annoyed us due to the lack of sleep and it's just plain annoying to begin with. When Nani went out, she asked the guys to quiet down and stuff but they refused. Then she tried to walk past them but they blocked her way. After continuing to refuse passage, she pointed her middle finger (woots) and knocked onto a guy and went to the washroom. The guy, who I regard as bordering on retarded (mainly 'cause he speaks like Daryl, the Marsiling retard) went after her scolding tons of Hokkien vulgarities even up till she entered the washroom. Once she came out, he as good as challenged her to a fight. Imagine, a guy challenging a gal to a fight! What a loser, seriously. When she came in and told us about what happened, Border-retard stormed in the class acting like some hot shot and started scolding her even more, with the whole class as an audience. Nani talked back and said something along the lines of "you're a guy and you're challenging me to a fight, are you a man?" (Nani, I'll answer that. No, he's a retard. One who speaks like he's crying for that matter) And he got even more upset. After a few more moments, Nani decided to apologize, saying "Okay fine, I'm sorry, but you didn't need to snap." To which Border-retard got even more pissed and yelled something like "I never slap you, you tell me where I got slap you!" (Ugh, just typing his words tick me off). To which Nani said "SNAP, not slap. Simple English also dunno?" This got Border-retard even more pissed and another teacher had to come in and bring him out. Border-retard yelled even more threats telling her to watch out and stuff. Stupid, 'cause we had no school the next day -.-, plus if he dared, he'd have the whole class to deal with. Eventually, the teacher got the stupid guy who had been knocking all the while to come in, apologize for the ensuing chaos and he left. Morons! Oh well, at least we had some entertainment.
On exam day, I was a little nervous. I had studied very well the previous few days. Although I didn't study much on Friday and Saturday, Sunday I tried a study method I worked out after the "O" level period. Study for half an hour, eat, then study for another 15 minutes. Stop, play a game for an hour, and go through that again. Sounds weird, but it really works. For some reason, when you play games that require thinking, it helps you absorb what you've just studied. I did that over a broad period of 10 hours (traded eating with gaming since I didn't have that much food). When I finished studying, I was a little amazed at how much I learnt and I tried the practice paper we were provided a week ago. I scored at least 90%. So when we went inside the hall and were wishing each other all the best, I happened to be sitting almost beside Grace, a girl who my whole class thinks I like and have accused me of stalking. So I had eye-candy while doing my exam. Lessens the stress. LOL. However, lessening stress wasn't as impactful as I thought. I prayed a quick prayer before I flipped over my paper and when I saw the first question and the following ones, I must admit, I don't mean to be rude, but my first thoughts were "What the hell?" Seriously, exact words. The exam paper was nearly identical to the practice paper I did last night. A few variations (like finding oranges instead of papayas) and maybe a tweak or so in the questions. Honestly, I was extremely disappointed. I had studied with a brilliant study system I devised and what I got was a rehash? Don't take me wrong, I'm pleased that I got such an easy paper as that meant I'd score well, but somehow, I expected more than a rehash of a revision paper. No complaints though. I went through it very fast and checked my answers in good time. After all, half of the questions had remained the same. The rest of the time? Looking at Grace. HAHA. Couldn't help myself.
I don't know whether to consider this as drama, but a few hours before Border-retard caused all that commotion, I went to Changi Airport at 7am to send Jessica off with Joshua. Actually we were both late, and because I had gotten off at the wrong terminal, I took the skytrain. Joshua told me to rush down fast 'cause Jessica was going off soon, so I had to practically run to Terminal 2, and once I did, I was told her flight was delayed 5 hours. WHAT. Craps... Lol. Since we had so much time, we just accompanied her and her classmates till they decided to go past the gates. Anyhoo, you might be wondering, I hadn't slept in three days. Why would I be late? I was busy doing my VB design stuff, so that made me late. See? I'm SO hardworking (yeah right, if I was, I wouldn't be rushing and not sleeping for three days).
Since the last day of school, where we took a final class picture before bidding farewell to one another, and most of the class having a meal together, I've just been slacking all the way, enjoying my break. But at the same time having nagging thoughts. I'd like to remain in Singapore to study for now. My dad has contacted my paternal grandparents in Canada and they're very enthusiastic about me going back. My mom and her boyfriend want me to go up to KL to study. I've had some people approach me on going to the School of Theology as well. Aye, geez. I'm freaking confused. Everytime I'm going somewhere, I always move. Back in Canada, when I was in Ogden, I moved to Orde when I was making great friends and having a great time. In Orde, after finishing school, and having attained so many friends and memories, came here. After spending quite some time aimlessly in secondary school and maturing much more after becoming a Christian, I moved to Singapore, living alone. Not that big a transition, Malaysia to Singapore, but with the obvious benefits and perks, I lost quite a bit too. Now after finishing ITE and doing more in church, I might be moving to KL or Canada? It's almost become routine for me to move once I feel like I'm going somewhere. Why?
On more cheerful news though, there was a zone-wide event last week called SandSation. The aim was to build a your dream sandcastle and the winner would get close to $100 Seoul Garden vouchers. E458 teamed up with N266 and the worst thing that could happen when building with sand occured. It rained! However, even with the heavy rain, nearly all of the zone members still remained behind to continue making the sandcastle. Our team's theme was the New Jerusalem, where the main foundation was the shape of a cross, with buildings on top. Heck, we even had Mount Sinai, a potential Garden of Eden, a moat surrounding the cross (water naturally formed, thank the rain) and even the pearly gates made with candles. Others made a turtle, a castle with spoons and forks, and well, I don't really remember. Heh, Joshua and I were like "We should be humble. Sure win!" LOL. I really mean no offence, but we were clearly the winners with our design. The others had great concepts too, but (okay I'm biased, sue me) there was only one clear winner. Later on at the Riverwalk, Cliff gave a talk on relationships and finding the right partner. A very enjoyable and memorable message, plus with all the humor from the zone members, it was a very important topic made all the more better. Plus, the winner of SandSation was announced. Need I say who won?
And, at East Coast again, my cellgroup had an outing on Sunday. Basically cycling and games. The cycling was a disaster though! Firstly, although it was cycling, some members stopped like every 3 minutes to eat. No kidding! Chips, ice cream and the works. Geez. It wasn't cycling at all. The longest we went without stopping was 10 minutes. After that, Jonathan's bike pedal flew off. Seems that poor maintainance had led to a loose screw. While the rest went on cycling, he and I tried various methods to fix it up after failure to find the missing screw. None worked. Except we learned a very efficient way to dirty our hands. Then after that, Ashley's bike chain got stuck, and I had to fix it, at the cost of it nearly cutting my fingers several times (that bike had a freaking weird design). Did I mention my hands were really black after that? Well, in accordance with the cellgroup jokes, it makes no difference right? Ha! Honestly, though, the cycling just annoyed me with all the circumstances. Zzz. Michelle came later and we played some cellgroup team bonding games. That was quite fun though. Especially when we learnt how some members interacted with each other. Hmmm. Anyhoo, only my cellgroup will get this... "Is gospel brokenhearted?". LOL.
On a final note, I've updated my links and completely changed my blogskin. Got bored with the old one, and after completing a quiz and hearing someone's comment about me, I've realized I'm on both sides of nearly every spectrum. So, with that, I made a skin that completely contrasting. Biblical phrases and excerpts mixed in with morbid words. Black and white (sort of). Chaos and cross. I think City Harvesters will know the title of my blog very well.
There, a really long post. Happy now? Hope that didn't bog you down too much. Kudos for reading all that, and sorry for the lack of updates again. They'll be regular now.
Mornz. It's 8am.
(Adriel, sun's risen. Go to sleep!)
Chronicled 6:24 PM
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Monday, March 10, 2008
Tagged by Eleanore to do this. Contrary to her misguided beliefs, I DO do these things. Heh, just that the others on the list don't =x.
Post 10 things that will make you happy and then tag 7 people.
1. Seeing her? Haha! 2. Clubbing 3. Music 4. Getting my Winko (my dog that got killed) back again! 5. Sleep! 6. Rainy days 7. Graphics designing 8. Gaming 9. Hanging out with my friends 10. Going to church
Tagged: 1. Debbie 2. Anjo 3. Cai Hua 4. Ho Ching 5. Joshua 6. James 7. Jessica
(They're picked 'cause I'm DEAD SURE they won't do it!)
Anyhoo, real posts real soon! Got a lot of stuff to update!
Chronicled 3:42 AM
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Saturday, March 8, 2008
Don't know why so many people try to hide the evidence of their past.
Chronicled 5:09 PM
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Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I haven't slept in three days!
But it's finally over!
Sort of.
Jessica's gone to China.
Charlotte's in Korea.
I'm stuck here -.-.
Updates another time.
Chronicled 10:20 PM
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Ho Ching deleted me from her links.
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Chronicled 12:32 AM
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Monday, March 3, 2008
Okay, I'm super stressed with school now, and the assignments, but I'm quite cheerful the last few weeks. Credits? Friends, and my cellgroup. Yeah. Finally.
Since I'm so cheered up (but lazy), thought I'd make a picture post. The pictures here will surely cheer you up if you're a normal human being. If not, at least they'll be entertaining. Or adorable. Heh.
Cute? Don't worry... it gets better. But for now...
And to top it off...
I like dogs alot, so that explains it. As for the sheep... I don't even know why I put it up -.-. Anyhoo, updates on Jace's chalet and service soon!