Hm, today was an interesting day. Sort of. Yesterday was more dramatic.
Anyway, yesterday was culture and society in Malaysia, for school. Many weeks ago we were given a topic about Malaysia to work on, and we'd have to do a final paper for it. My group chose censorship in Malaysia, and I specifically did the topic on religious censorship. I got pissed off just reading about all the injustices and all while doing my research, and alot of the victims were Christians, which makes it a little more personal. Anyhoo, I researched some facts and figures, and I found out that since the 20th century, there have been 70 million Christian martyrs. And those are just the documented ones. I'm sure there are many more unnoticed Christians who die for their faith. I'd assume it'd be safe to say that at close to 100 million Christians have died in the last century for their faith. Yikes. Interestingly, that's more martyrs than when compared to all the martyrs combined prior the 20th century. Faith, anyone?
Anyway, remember I mentioned the lecturer, Marion? The famous one? Yes, well, she's a strict lecturer, and she proved it well yesterday. The previous week she said she wanted all papers in by 9am sharp, or else. Everyone sent their subsections to Shaun, who said he'd compile it and edit it. Due to the morning prayer meeting, I went to school really early, and waited... and waited. When it was 9am I got a little worried, because over half the groups had passed up their final paper. At 9:10am we had our exam already and we couldn't use our phones, so we couldn't call Shaun.
Aiks. Even groups who passed up their final paper after 9:05 were rejected. After the exam, Shaun finally walked in, because he had overslept. We were literally screwed because ours was passed up so late. Shaun felt really guilty and asked Marion what he could do, and he said that since it was his fault, if he were to get zero, he wouldn't mind, so long the rest of the group got their marks, because it was his fault. I said that's not fair for him, be he reminded me that currently, its not fair for the rest of the group members too. Marion said it was too bad, and we'd all fail. Ouchies?
Mood was kinda spoiled after that. Okay, so its Shaun's fault, but I don't totally blame him. Everyone makes mistakes. He's the hardworking kinda guy too, so its an even bigger surprise. Zzz. It's just I wish the mistake wasn't controlling our marks. The final paper is worth 50% of our entire grade for the subject, so unless we get perfect marks for the other stuff, I seriously doubt we'll pass. *Sigh*, oh well.
Attended the briefing for Community Care later on at church, which is the social and volunteer arm of the church. My group's ideas so far are helping either old folks or orphanages. Yeaps. Stop laughing, that I'm a volunteer -.-.
Today I woke up at 5am again for the morning prayer meeting, which has been started since Tuesday. Thing is, it was pouring heavily and as a result, Ai Lee was late. Plus thanks to the weather, she couldn't speed to church either. We arrived in church slightly wet and prayed right after the Bible reading devotional. The cellgroup ate at Hosanna after that, and I went to school.
Today was drama class. Eh... almost everything went smoothly, except the fight scenes, and me -.-. Turns out that my face rarely faces the audience and I gotta improve on that. We need sound effects too. Oh, we're doing the Tempest, and I'm Prospero. Google him =p. Next week is the actual drama. And we need an audience!
After figure studies class had a group meeting for digital design with Ryan, Wai Kwan and Kin Yaw. I helped out a bit but fell asleep in the later half. When I woke up... all the group members were gone! Heck man.
I've got 2 more days of morning prayer meetings. God bless me to stay awake please -.-.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I just came back a while ago from church. It was an awesome, awesome service. Fellowship was especially good too, more so than usual.
Today's sermon topic was Now That We Have Grown. A new series by Pastor Kevin, its about what we should do and what's expected of us as we grow spiritually and in numbers. It focused a lot on real issues that our church faces. As we grow in size, it will be less convenient for everyone as a whole. New services would be made, and people would need to change their schedules. Parking spaces will be harder to find. People will need to park further as the spaces are packed. Lining up will take longer. Its hot as they wait. So much real issues.
But Pastor Kevin talked about how we should be flexible in our growth. We need to be more open minded and flexible when things become inconvenient for us. A willingness to give up our personal agendas so that we can do what is expected of us. Pastor Kevin was honest though, and didn't mince his words. When we get older, it gets harder for us to be flexible (in the natural, and in the spiritual sense).
In growth, he also wanted us to have a greater capacity for giving. He said we were very generous already, but that in time to come, as we grow larger as a church and impact our society more, we'd need to be ready to give more to make people's lives better. He mentioned that during the blood donation, the blood bank actually didn't think the church would have such an overwhelming response and that they brought very few blood packets. After the success, the blood bank asked if they could come again every 3 months, because they knew they could rely on us. As our congregation gets larger, so does our capacity to do even more. He wanted us to be an example of a significant part of society that people will think of immediately when it came to serving the country and reliability.
Speaking of giving, a girl called Evonne Fong gave a testimony of her life, where after years of ballet and ice skating, she had a rare genetic disorder that caused many problems. Robbing her of hearing, muscul0-skeletal systems and now her eyesight, her testimony was given to inspire us to donate to her operation. She's around RM45 000 short, and she didn't just ask around like people normally do. She actually sold caps, shirts and the like to raise money for her operations. Our offering for her was an extra initiative by Pastor Kevin. And you know how she was saved? A friend passed her a copy of Harvest Times. And the rest is history. I was a bit worried at first 'cause I was hungry and wanted to eat a filling dinner. But once she gave her testimony and I was reminded of Friday (I'll explain later), I said "Screw dinner" and gave my best.
The fellowship with the cellgroup after service was great too. We chatted about so many topics, ranging from hamsters, to fishing, dramas, ministry. It's been a while since there's been such a deep fellowship of this quality, and I enjoyed it very much. After eating we talked for an hour an a half, and we stood up to go off but ended up chatting even more. After walking to the cars, we still stopped and chatted. It's like our fellowship was never ending! And it probably would have dragged on much longer, if it weren't for the fact we needed to pick up Issey from Sunway Pyramid. Sorry for making you wait so long!
Anyway, about Friday, it sucked, terribly. Ironic eh? Read on...
Friday morning I needed to wake up early so that my group could settle the drama scripts. It's a nuisance waking up so early. In the LRT the guy standing beside me also stunk really bad, and there was no space to move. Later on 2 really fat Indian aunties came on board and one of them lost their balance. And pity me, I was directly beside her. She fell on me and because the train had begun moving, kept pushing me extremely hard. It didn't help that she was so freaking heavy also. Her friend tried to help her but fell also. So I had 2 huge ladies fall on me. What the HELL! They didn't even say sorry or anything! Not a word! As if my morning couldn't be spoiled any worse, on the bus, I picked the wrong side of the bus to sit on. You know how there's this alarm or ring sound when someone presses the stop button on the bus? Well, in the buses I take, it's actually a small speaker-like thing. And it's freaking loud. I happened to be sitting rite below it. It was so disturbing. Then I also sat on the sunny side of the bus, and it was boiling. Geez.
School wasn't much better either. Lack of sleep and food had made me hungry and a little irritable. I fell asleep in digital design class for the first time, and later on I went to to take a bus back home. It costs RM2, and they give you a ticket stating its RM2. However, even though I paid RM2, they gave me an RM1 ticket, and the guy checking the tickets said there was a problem. The guy checking the tickets knows me, and sees me almost everyday going from Puduraya to Sunway Pyramid and back. He told me that the ticket guy said he only received RM1 from me, which wasn't true. I know I paid RM2, 'cause I've been doing it since the start of the year. The ticket guy said he'd been working and doing the ticket thing for 16 years and that he's never messed up. So what? Can't I be your first mistake? Are you a perfect ticket distributor? If so, why the hell have you been stuck doing it for 16 years? He told me that if I wanted to stay on the bus till Puduraya I'd need to pay another RM1. Small amount sure, but I felt no reason to pay for something I already paid for. I explained to the ticket checking guy that he'd seen me so many times, and that I'd have no reason to get off halfway at all. He knew this was true but probably didn't want to have conflicts with the ticket guy.
As if that wasn't bad enough, it rained in Puduraya area. Also on the LRT going back I tried calling my mom to pick me up, and realized that my phone hadn't been topped up, even though it was promised days ago. It pissed me off, not a lot, but it did add to the day's sucky events already. As a result I had to call at the station itself and call my mom, wasting more money and time.
But you know what? Throughout the last 2 days, I've been extremely generous because I'm angry. No kidding. I've realized that the best way to deal with anger is to help other in need. Really. I've realized that helps. The first time I realized was back in the bridge between Malaysia and Singapore. I was very pissed off for a number of reasons, and because of a lack of money I had to walk across the causeway. It rained too, a thunderstorm. While walking across, I saw a man pulling a set of packages on some kinda stroller thing. Normally most people would just walk past. For me though, I felt the Spirit lead me and approach him to offer my help. While I was still so amazingly pissed, I walked over and asked if I could help him drag his entire packages. He thanked me and agreed. I walked across the causeway, dragging the huge and heavy packages, all because God told me to. After separating at the checkpoint, I felt much better.
That was just the start. There'd be a few incidents where I was just so pissed but I felt a calling to help someone in need. Everytime I'd end up feeling better. On Friday some guy asked me for some money. I gave it to him. Beggars asked and begged for money. I gave to them without a wink. Some lady was standing up on the bus, I gave the seat to her. All because I was so pissed off at the day's events. I am extremely generous when I'm pissed. And it helps. Try it out if you don't believe me. Sure, its freaking weird, doing good when you're pissed. But you will feel better, helping a stranger... and you probably won't be venting your anger on that person too, so while you are angry... it gets released through your good deeds.
Admittedly, I'm not generous and help every single time I'm angry. But pretty often. And I only do it when I'm alone. Not with others. I don't want to explain to them. Their presence would also not help with the helping-strangers-without-anyone-knowing ideal. I don't like doing all that goodie stuff in front of people too. I'd rather just help and keep it between God and I. Other people don't need to know.
I wasn't pissed on Saturday. But considering my whole round of generosity on Friday, I thought I might as well continue on Saturday. That's how I "screwed dinner". Turns out I had enough for a small meal at least. Perfect.
I'm quite upset now though. Just found out something and well... to quote a friend of mine "mi corazón está sangrando". It's in Spanish. I just tore off a piece of skin off my chest, and its bleeding heavily now. It's directly in front of my heart too. Ouch.
Oh. And one more thing. To a certain someone. Eh, don't bother keeping your promises already. I know you'll never take an initiative to fulfill them either. Even the small little things you say you'd do never are done. I'm just tired of it. Just wait... when I come down, rest assured I'll be proven correct.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Aye.... just came back from a cellgroup badminton outing.
We had a church wide prayer meeting on Tuesday, and we had a very great time. The start seemed a bit draggy for the presence of God but later on it was just pure smooth sailing, and His presence was just so tangible, it was amazing. You could really feel the difference and the passion of the people. It was just great.
Today we substituted the badminton outing as a replacement for the cellgroup meeting. Well, what can I say? My stamina SUCKS! It's been ages since I played basketball, and now with an absence of a third of a year (possibly half a year) I got tired out so easily. Heck. Hmmm... my arm strength was pretty good, but I couldn't control it well. I'd hit too soft, too hard, wrong angle, this and that. Aiks... I felt responsible for every loss on my team. And I did lose quite a bit of matches. I still had fun though, and chatting with all the members was very good.
I needa exercise more already. After Chinese New Year, I'm pretty sure I gained weight, but I haven't done anything about it. It wouldn't hurt to have my basketball skills back too, plus some stamina.
Oh yeah, speaking of stamina, two weeks ago I finally had my first blood donation in Malaysia, and my 7th overall. Well... how was it? Firstly, the line up was really long. We found out recently that over 160 members donated blood, and it would have been more, but the bloodbank came unprepared, and after a while of starting the blood donation, they realized that they only had 50 packets to store blood left. So they asked for those who really wanted to donate blood to step down. A mass of us then went down!
They did the usual stuff like in Singapore, with a few noticeable differences. In Singapore, they don't check your blood type on the spot. Over here they did. They'd poke your finger and the put some droplets on some kinda paper, then apply some chemicals to it. They would be able to tell your blood type by what colour and stuff showed. Interesting! Then I proceeded to the chair and rested. In Singapore, the nurses will wipe your arm with something and then inject the anesthetic slowly. Not here. They clean it as well, but they inject the anesthetic DAMN FAST! HECK! Normally it hurts a little when they inject that painkiller but it hurt really bad over here. She injected it so fast that you could see a bulbous lump at the site of injection, slowly shrinking. I was like so what the hell, because it never happened in Singapore before.
She also stuck in the big needle fast too, before the anesthetic took effect properly and although it didn't hurt upon puncturing my skin, it did hurt when it went deeper. Zzz. It was over quite fast though, and Ai Lee kept taking pictures of my blood -.-. We also had some small snacks, which weren't in huge supply like in Singapore either. Not much variety too. In Singapore we'd have a huge selection of biscuits and snacks plus a lot of packet drinks. Here, we just got those cheap breads with chocolate in them and a cup of hot Milo. Also, we didn't get to keep that squeezy thingy you squeeze to help blood flow. Zzz.
Okay... I know the cause is to help people, not get snacks and drinks and a squeezy thingy. Its just after getting used to all that, I'm suddenly thrown back into donating without all that. If Jesus can shed His blood for humanity with nails and a cross, I think I can tolerate hot Milo and cheapskate bread to help others with my blood.
Oh... and the blood donation booklet I received stated my blood type was O. But my Singapore one said I'm A. So what the hell?
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Aye... this week's been quite tiring.
Anyway, for Valentine's, I went for service since Valentine's was on Saturday, heh. Anyhoo, Pastor Kevin preached a Valentine's message, and it was super hilarious! Seriously! The entire service was just so light-hearted yet very spiritual in its essence too. It was about what love was, and what it is to love, be in love, and do in love. Very enjoyable, and Pastor Kevin just made so many jokes, it was really hilarious.
We went to some place to eat after that, and the food was pretty good. Later on, Ai Lee was meeting a friend at Asia Cafe, and since she's the only one who could drop me back home, I was forced (but willing anyway, heh!) to stay behind and meet her friend, Anne. I was their unofficial photographer for the day. Geez. Seems like an ulterior motive for keeping me behind -.-.
Matching t-shirts -.-. Gee. "I'm not spoiled, just well taken care of"
Chocolates! Both of them got Valentine's gifts. Zzz.
Kiss kiss. Lol... I guess there's a new meaning to Hershey's chocolate kisses? =p.
After drinking a bit and chatting, we went to play pool and foosball!
First up, foosball. It was girls against guy. Damn hard to concentrate on every single "rod" when you needa shift left and right to control the rods alone. We played around 5-6 matches. I lost every single round. "Nuff said.
Then we played pool after there was an available table. Ai Lee starts the ball rolling. Literally.
Game in progress...
You know, I've never had a "pool picture" of me taken before. Not bad!
Ai Lee is enjoying the show of Anne trashing me. Except for one match, I lost every single match again -.-. Geez.
So there. I spent my Valentine's night getting trashed in pool and foosball by two girls.
Then again, this is the only time in my life I've "celebrated" Valentine's with two girls =p.
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Something's different between us.
You haven't opened up a chat window in ages.
You don't chat the same way either.
Ever since the start of this year.
Sure, you're busy, but you were previously too.
What's made this difference?
You haven't kept your promise too, after so long.
And everyone knows how much I hate it when people break promises. I take it real personally.
I think I can bear with it.
I think...
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Ah, Valentine's Day.
The day of a Christian martyr's death, brutally murdered. Funny how its all so flowers, chocolates and lovey-dovey stuff now. I actually wanted to post a bunch of love-related posts leading up to Valentine's since Monday, but my internet was cut off for the last few days due to unpaid bills. Zzz. Fine, so I'll just post one now. See my mood if I'll post any more in the coming days.
I read a very touching story once. Through email. Yeah, I know all of them are corny and everything, but this one struck a chord. I can't tell if its a true story, but its still a nice read anyway.
Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the family’s only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!" As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love, hugs and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.I read this story many, many years ago. It's still in the inbox of my Yahoo! mail account, which I realized I haven't checked in years. It's that old. Till now it's still the most vivid email I have, nothing compares to it.
If there's one thing I've seen, its that the greatest gifts are unseen. They are especially unseen when given, and only after you receive it do you see the gift as it was meant to be. Think about it. We value presents, gifts and blessings. We appreciate and give thanks for them. But only after some time do we understand how they were meant to be seen. Sadly, sometimes people never see it the way they were supposed to be seen.
That's what really hurts the most, doesn't it? When you give such an important part of yourself but its not noticed. Sometimes we're so busy living our lives that we fail to see the gifts people around us have been giving. I do hope that you will open up your eyes and see all the gifts you've been given. Let them not be gifts ungiven.
I've realized that I've never celebrated Valentine's Day with a girlfriend before. With friends? Plenty. With other couples? Yes, that too... weird eh? I do want to get attached, that's no secret. I've always been open to relationships, because I know of a real case, a man who never opened up his heart. When he died, only a brother's family visited him. Other than that, no one attended his funeral. That's the result of closing your heart for all your life, never opening it up, never allowing it to be broken. Your heart will remain safe, but what's the point if it never does what its supposed to do? To feel?
I know a lot of girls who are scared of getting their hearts broken. So they close it up, until they find the wrong guy to open it up to. And pity me, a lot of the girls I've liked fall in this category. Add a lack of pursuit on my part, and that's why nothing's worked out so far. Often I hear from girls that they don't want to be in a relationship because they want to focus on their studies. That's the most common and pathetic excuse. Most of the time its not true, even when the girl thinks it is. In church, there's another variant. I want to focus on God first. Yeah, but they can focus on ministries, cellgroup, service and so much, except relationships. Another pathetic excuse. One I hear now very often is that they're busy, and they don't want to focus on relationships at this stage in life. Okay, fine. You're busy with school at this time. Then in the future, you'll be busy with starting a career. Then what? Only after 30 then you'll be ready to have a relationship? It's stupid, but you'd be shocked at the amount of girls who actually use (or believe) this excuse.
There's never a perfect time for anything. Since there's never going to be a perfect time, anytime is a suitable time. It's like they assume there'll be a suitable time for them in the future for them to worry about relationships. Work and studies first, boyfriends later. Sure, around 30 years old, they'll have a settled career. But do you really want to get a boyfriend at that age? Marriage is another thing, but getting into a relationship at that age is really sad. That's why I'm always open to it. I've thought through what they've said, and for a very brief moment, even believed them. However, after thinking carefully and seeing how love works myself, I saw all the flaws in what they said, but it just amazed me how many girls believe with things along those lines.
That's what's kept me open to it. Not to mention being single for 6 years kinda sucks, personally. Anyway, its a nice feeling to love someone and feel loved back isn't it? And we'd all like to be loved. God gives us His love too, for a price. The death of His Son. The greatest gifts are unseen, but they all have costs. For salvation, its Jesus' death. For the gold-wrapped box, the girl probably had tired lips from blowing in all those kisses. We spend money and time for our loved ones because we want to, but they too, have a cost, on our wallets and energy.
But love is worth it, isn't it?
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.1 Corinthians 13
Happy Valentine's Day everyone.
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Saturday, February 7, 2009
Stupid bird! Geez!
I was taking a shower just now, getting ready to go for the blood donation, and then while I was drying myself, a bird started chirping "wiki wiki" and after a while it started sounding like "weet-ty weet-ty" almost like the "wee o wee" sound.
When I finished drying myself, I wrapped my towel around myself and the bird suddenly stopped chirping.
What the hell!
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Friday, February 6, 2009
Aye... sorry for not updating for the whole week. I purposely didn't post so that anyone passing by would see my 666th post. For the regular readers, it would let them read about it. And "just in case" for any passerby's, it would also inform them I guess.
I just came back from a dinner party arranged by my mom's ex-boss. He just got his title of Datuk, so yeah, he's pretty much a hotshot. He happens to live in the same housing estate as Henry too. Anyhoo, after spamming the free food, free ice kacang (super nice!) and lime juice (also damn nice!), I sat down at my mom's table, and little did I know I was surrounded by really big shots. First of all, there's an ice skating rink in Sunway Pyramid, and obviously they have rentals and sales of skating equipment. I met the owner of that company, and it turns out he's like one of the few distributors of such things across the entire ASIA!
There was also a couple there, who had their wedding attended by the Prime Minister himself, Abdullah Badawi. Geez. His highest contact with the government is with Badawi directly, and he can find out anything about the politics he wants. Who organized what, who was in charge of what, and so on. Hmmm... maybe I should get him to tell the damn checkpoints to stop bothering me? The husband also had an advertising agency last time, and told me about the three kinds of advertisers in the market. Concepts and ideas, followed by the production houses (who actually create the ideas into different forms of media), and people who set up connections between 2 groups and use both of their strengths and advertise it themselves. He said that making concepts and ideas and producing the ideas and designs was the best way to go.
Oh yes, there's something interesting I found out too. I think only TOA students will get this. The owner of the ice skating equipment company knows the Face to Face Noodles owner! And the Face to Face owner's daughter studies in The One Academy also. Hmmm... maybe I should find and intro to her, so I can get discounts. LOL!
I can only imagine that if this small table was already packed with so many hotshots, I wonder what other kinda hotshot people were around for the dinner. I mean it is a Datuk's contacts and friends. No small matter.
Anyway, school for this week was total hell. Seriously. Excluding yesterday, I only slept like 2 hours a night, doing my assignments. My stop motion project with my group was completed really late too, after quite a tiring process. And for me, editing almost 50 frames within an hour and a half is no small deal. I think it turned out alright, decent at least. I was like so sleepy while doing the editing though... zzz. Fell asleep on Fei Yan's couch (it's freaking comfortable!) like 3 times.
If you want to see the group members, plus some stupid pics of us, take a look at Ryan's blog! I'm promoting your blog alright! I haven't done that in ages! Click
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Marion's class was quite interesting. Do we need censorship in Malaysia? Pretty intriguing. I said it wasn't necessary except for porn and the military. I know those 2 don't go together, but unless you're smart, or were there, you'll probably not understand. And I'm lazy to explain on my blog. Sorry! It's becoming one of my more interesting lessons. Every week there's a thought-provoking question and it's really easy to argue it out. Marion marks people based on their discussion though, so people who don't talk at all get zero. And less than half the class talks regularly, which now it seems are the same people every week. A little worried for the people who don't talk at all.
I need some sleep. I woke up at 1:30pm today when my class starts at 2! Zzz. I cannot believe I'm so fast when I want to. Anyhoo, service is on tomorrow, and I'll be going for my first blood donation in Malaysia! And my 7th overall.
God bless!
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Matching t-shirts -.-. Gee. "I'm not spoiled, just well taken care of"
Chocolates! Both of them got Valentine's gifts. Zzz.
Kiss kiss. Lol... I guess there's a new meaning to Hershey's chocolate kisses? =p.
First up, foosball. It was girls against guy. Damn hard to concentrate on every single "rod" when you needa shift left and right to control the rods alone. We played around 5-6 matches. I lost every single round. "Nuff said.
Then we played pool after there was an available table. Ai Lee starts the ball rolling. Literally.
Game in progress...
You know, I've never had a "pool picture" of me taken before. Not bad!
Ai Lee is enjoying the show of Anne trashing me. Except for one match, I lost every single match again -.-. Geez.
So there. I spent my Valentine's night getting trashed in pool and foosball by two girls. 
Happy Valentine's Day everyone.