Okay, I know Valentine's Day is over, but still, I'd like to bitch about certain things people have said concerning relationships, emotions and people. Since I gave such a long love story of myself which was very "optimistic" in a way, I thought I'd be cynical today. Ha!
I'm not pissed off, I'm not angry. I'm quite cheerful today actually. It's just, I'm in a mood to, well, bitch =/. Lmao. I mean, some things I hear are so ridiculous that I really wonder how people actually believe it or proclaim it.
1) Everyday should be Valentine's Day.
Let's start with this, considering Valentine's Day passed recently. As a classic this is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard, even if it sounds very politically correct. Everyday Valentine's Day? Are you sure? Days have special meanings because we give them meanings. Christmas is special because we made it so.
A very surprising amount of people don't know that Christmas isn't the day of Jesus' birth. It's just the day chosen to Christianize certain countries to commemorate His birth. And how about Merdeka Day? August 31 is only special to Malaysia, it's no big deal to other countries. It has special meaning because the country was born on this day. Because people gave special meaning to it.
Valentine's is special because we give meaning to it for relationships, aside from anniversary dates. It's the day we pay more attention to our other half, and buy chocolates, cards, gifts, gigantic teddy bears and a lot of other lovey dovey stuff. So you say everyday should be Valentine's Day? Okay, EVERY SINGLE DAY, buy your loved ones a new stuffed toy, buy some chocolates everyday, buy a card everyday and go out together for a cozy meal every single day. See if you can pay the bills at the end of the month. And see if they don't get sick of seeing you 24/7 too. Oh, and if a family member dies, don't forget, you should be celebrating Valentine's Day!
Idiots! They don't really think when they say everyday should be Valentine's do they?!
This is sounds like quite a touching (and extremely stupid) line. You like walking in the rain because no one knows you're crying. Right... you'll just need to wait for the rain to come, then only you'll cry. You can control your tears or something? (And good luck if you live some place where it only snows), and if its monsoon season, you're in luck!
Why don't you go cry in your room when the house is empty? I'm sure it'll happen before the rain comes. No one will know too. And you can have a box of tissues too! If you're crying in the rain, you'll be wiping your eyes in the rain and make it obvious that you're being a crybaby. No one repeatedly wipes their eyes in the rain -.-.
And you know what? Putting this quote means you want others to know you're crying anyway. Don't act like a humble guy when you just want attention. If you really wanted to cry with no one knowing, you wouldn't put this up at all.
3) Leopards never change their spots.
Ah, another classic. Leopards never change their spots. That's very true. Just like tigers can't change their stripes. Just like oranges will always be orange in colour.
I'm aware that many people change. And many people don't. But that's people, and its their attitude. They can choose to change it if they want. Leopards are forced to stick with their spots, and it doesn't make one damn difference to their "attitudes" or whatever's the equivalent.
But a lot of idiots apply this line to humans. When did leopards equate to humans? I have hands, not paws. I don't have pointy ears. I don't have retractable claws. And I most certainly don't have a tail, and go "roar".
4) Let it go. If it was meant for you, it will come back.
Oh, this is so, so, so idiotic. Back when Friendster was the new Facebook, there was a bulletin section where you could post up stuff for all your contacts to read. And a lot of them had those "pass this on" kinda stories. Most were stupid and lame. And a very large number, I remember, posted up a few variations of stories that had that quote of "let it go...", usually involving a butterfly or something.
Now, it sounds so touching, and its got like "Oh yeah that's so true" feeling to it. YA think?! No way! How about this as an example. Your hard earned money for the month. You're an honest guy, you do your work well, and never cheat or lie. You get your pay for the month, and throw it into the wind. If it's yours, it'll come back right?
Somehow, I really, really doubt it.
Or what about your girlfriend? How about this, put no effort into the relationship whatsoever, ignore her, you dump her, and let her go. Let any guy chase her, and never do anything. Sooner or later, she'll come back to you right? If it doesn't work, then it means that you were never meant to be together!
And the best fun is you can do it again and again, 'til you find the correct one! Then you'll know she's the correct one!
Seriously, tough luck on finding the correct one if you believe in that crap. And even if you do, it's most probably a bimbo who's attracted to abusive men. Nevermind! It was meant to be right?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
So, part two right?
Are you eagerly anticipating what happened next or just so bored that you've got nothing to do but read about my sappy love story? Er... make me feel better by telling me its the former =p.
So... I moved to Kuala Lumpur, which severely put a damper on a chance of getting together with Khar Loo. Everything had gone so perfect, and I'm pretty sure we liked each other. You might say I purely assumed she liked me too, but if you read our chats and the letter she wrote, you'd say otherwise. I'm that confident. Yeah. And I'm reading some of our chat logs now. Pretty damn certain I think -.-. So anyway, although I was confident of getting her when I was still in Singapore, I didn't think it was a good idea to start a relationship overseas. Starting one in Singapore, and later moving would be fine, but not starting a relationship as a long distance one. Heck, I've never heard of that before. And even then, if we had gotten together in Singapore, I'd still have moved only a while later, putting the relationship at peril. So although every aspect of chasing and attracting her was done perfectly and honestly, I guess starting a relationship was doomed perfectly in all ways too =/. Ouch.
Regardless, during the first few months of me staying in KL, we still had very good MSN chats. We'd chat for hours on end, and our topics seemed endless. After service every week I would go online expectant of another great time chatting with her, and every week she never disappointed. She even decided to get an internet package for her weekday home, which meant we could chat during the weekdays too. It was as though I never left, except for the fact we didn't see each other in person. And even though we chatted almost daily, it was still a good and fresh conversation everytime. Once in a while there'd be a short chat 'cause of my assignments (damn you TOA! Lol) but it'd always go back to our normal "quota". I helped her find certain tracks she needed and even helped her write her university appeal letter.
University. She ended up in NTU. And that was kinda when things started going downhill, ever creepingly slowly.
Then I finally visited Singapore again for the first time since I moved. She was the first person I wanted to meet up, excluding my dad and my cellgroup. So I arranged to meet up with her at City Hall, and walking together to Riverwalk again, where I'd surprise my cellgroup there. It wasn't quite what I expected. Apparently she'd messaged me saying she couldn't make it, but I never got the message. So when I called her she didn't expect me to be waiting. She came over to City Hall anyway, but was tagged along with Michelle Lee. Great. So much for a second romantic stroll. We walked to Riverwalk, and although we had a good time on the way, having an extra person there wasn't what I wanted -.-. However, she did really like the gift and letter I gave her. Yeah, I wrote a letter. Stop laughing -.-. That's the last letter I've ever written for a girl.
Anyway, like I said, 'cause of my assignments, there were times I couldn't chat that long, and due to her reports, there were times she couldn't chat that much either. It'd be like cut short from either side at different times. But we still had more good chats than cut-short ones. Then slowly more and more, she said that she couldn't chat because she was rushing her work, and I understood. I had never been that blunt, but there'd been times I was really busy too. And the thing was that usually both of us would start conversations with each other, but slowly it became more of me starting conversations and less of her. Our conversations weren't as fresh as before, and more and more, the talks weren't that interesting either. Instead of daily chats, it became one every few days, or even a week instead. It wasn't a lack of topics. Our topics were endless. We could chat for hours about anything. I honestly think it was the lack of effort of maintaining the communication.
On my second visit to Singapore after moving to KL, I arranged to go out with Khar Loo. Guess what? She brought Michelle Lee again! Oh man -.-. The entire day was awkward. We had a hard time making any good conversation and we didn't know what to do after eating so it was very walk-around-and-see-what-you-can-do kinda thing. It was a fun time at the arcade, and there were a few good topics, but for the most part, it wasn't fun at all. After that, I accompanied Khar Loo back home. It was more pleasant than the earlier hours, but there was something different in the atmosphere also.
I went back to KL a few days later and checked her blog. She happened to blog about that day. But she blogged about the early part of the day she spent with Michelle Lee. Once it came to the point where we met up, she suddenly cut it and ended the blog post. I was like what the? Our chats in MSN were not as stagnant, but it definitely wasn't what it was before. Then last year during Valentine's I casually asked her if she had any special guy that day. And she told me that she had gotten together with Clarence, a guy in her cellgroup. That really felt like a slap in the face. And it gave me a revelation of why our conversations were dying down. Thanks to him. Ah...
One MSN chat later (which I started), we never spoke a word to each other, virtual or real life. She never bothered to start any more chats, and I got tired of being the only one to do that. So yeah, I won't say we argued or what to sever anything, but in terms of communications, we had totally stopped being friends. On the subsequent visits to Singapore, I didn't bother to find her anymore, and the only times we saw each other were at church. Sometimes she saw me, and I'd pretend not to notice, looking somewhere else and walking off. Yeah, that was pretty mean of me, I'll admit. But I didn't want to see her anymore.
Interestingly though, during my most recent visit to Singapore I went for the overnight prayer meeting with MJ Zone, and she was the first person I saw when I walked in. Geez. No chance to avoid her, so when she was like "You're back" I kept it really cool and just said "Yeah... for 10 days" while walking past and keeping myself busy with stuff that doesn't keep you busy. Surprising me even more was that after the prayer meeting she waved at me and asked me a few questions. I answered her questions as Clarence was with her. First time I saw him. And he put his arms around her waist in front of me -.-. Yeah, okay, I stopped liking her long ago, but still. After the MJ Zone appreciation lunch, I also happened to see her and have a very brief chat, forced to because we were at a bus stop. Geez.
I wished her a happy birthday a couple of weeks ago, mostly due to her being more "engaging" whenever I saw her during my last visit to Singapore. So yeah. I guess we're not friends anymore are we? More like people we just know. I'm not the kind who categorizes and labels friendships. Everyone knows that. But for her, even though I totally denied it and wanted to believe otherwise, I really can't say there's anything called "friendship" in it. Oh, speaking of not being friends, she also deleted my blog link when she started her new blog too. Nice -.-.
In conclusion, I guess circumstances didn't allow us to get together after I moved. I never told her I liked her, but I thought it was pretty obvious. And from what I'm reading and looking back at now, it was bloody obvious on both sides, if you were observing from the sidelines. She was pretty, very smart and had this great sense of humour that I really liked. Not to mention she was a volunteer at YMCA helping less fortunate people, and a very spiritual person, on her way to leadership. And we had some of the greatest conversations and really deep sharing. Then it was all screwed over ever so slowly, culminating with the ultimate screwjob on Valentine's. HAHA. Of all days.
Oh, and another thing got also got me annoyed. She promised to take a lot of pictures with me one time, but she only ended up taking one (and Michelle Lee was in it too... lmao). Sure, it's plain old ridiculous getting annoyed at not taking pictures. But remember how sensitive I am to promises, and how personally I take them, no matter how small. It's just me. But still, she did break her promise.
So yeah. That's my story with her. Hope it was entertaining to read at least. I'm very curious to see how it was like on her side. But considering the state of things now, I guess I'll never know.
I'm just glad she doesn't read my blog anymore. Or else I would have never typed this. Good to get it out of my chest. One year after it happened. Zzz.
My dear Loo Loo (what I used to call her last time).
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
I think this is the first time I've ever experienced Chinese New year and Valentine's Day together.
Seriously. I've never actually celebrated valentine's with my own girl. With girls? Plenty. I celebrated Valentine's with Koh Wee and Yan Ting (Zoe also tagged along) a few years ago. I celebrated Valentine's by hanging out with guys before (we're not gay!) and last year, I celebrated Valentine's with Ai Lee and Anne. Two girls, one guy, lucky me eh? Yeah, and I got whooped in the games all night long too. Geez.
There's not much in Chinese New Year stories. It's mostly the same every year. Visit relatives, collect red packets, catch up with cousins. Yeah. So since it just so happens that the first day of Chinese New Year is also Valentine's Day, I thought I'd share about one of my more recent stories of my love life. One I didn't chronicle on my blog much, if at all. This is about Khar Loo. I have a feeling it's going to be a really, really long post. Thank me if you're bored from seeing your relatives and just happen to be reading my blog. I'll try to make it entertaining =p.
So, let's see... a few "confessions" first? Well, just in case you're confused chronologically, I liked Isabel, then Khar Loo, then Cindy. I know it seems like I skipped from Tiffany to Cindy, but that's because Khar Loo read my blog very often when we got close, and I didn't feel right to put so many personal things to have her read it, so I kept it to a minimum. Most of these were "coded" blog posts anyway. If any of you actually recall me mentioning "Bearer of Christ" or something similar or anything with "Loo", it's almost without a doubt I was referring to her. Now that she doesn't read my blog anymore, in addition to not talking anymore (we only speak a few words when I bump into her in Singapore) I guess it's pretty safe to post it here.
Khar Loo, or in Chinese, Qiao Ru was a person I knew in CHC SG. I heard her name many, many times, but I never actually knew who she was. Funny thing was, we actually had a few combined cellgroup meetings before, and had seen her, but I still never knew who she was. Just a person in church, in the same zone, and that's all I knew. After Isabel and Hui Zhen joined the cellgroup, and I started liking Isabel, I found out she actually knew Khar Loo from her secondary school days, and I finally put two and two together, knowing that a certain girl I'd seen many times was Khar Loo. Still, we never spoke to each other before, and there was not much reason to either.
Then GT Zone tried something new. Using the principle of "iron sharpens iron", Gabriel had every cellgroup in his zone combine with another cellgroup for a few months, in cellgroup meetings, in services, fellowship and in practically everyway. This was to help us know more people in our zone as well as strengthen each other. So my cellgroup E458 was combined with E432, the cellgroup Khar Loo was in. The very first few combined meetings, things weren't that warm between any of the cellgroup members. The people usually stuck with their own respective cellgroups, and mixing was very casual and bland. Only Michelle and Kevin mixed often, as they knew each other for a long time, and Isabel and Khar Loo. Then one day we had a more unique cellgroup meeting, instead of the normal preaching and stuff, it was a Q&A cellgroup, and it was quite a fun one that bonded us more so than the previous cellgroup meetings. After everything ended, a few of us hung back to do some art stuff for something I've forgotten. So due to the smaller number of people, it was slightly easier to chat with the people from the other cellgroup. And I made some small talk with Khar Loo, somehow, I don't remember. That was the very first time we ever spoke.
The next week or so there was a helpers meeting at Hong Kong Cafe in Marina Square. Most of the helpers from E458 couldn't make it, so it was just me and Hui Zhen with Michelle, and on their side it was Kevin, Khar Loo, Khang Leng, Michelle Lee and Ken. Due to convenience of seating, it gave me a chance to talk with the other cellgroup's members more. Um... so you get an idea, the seating was like this: Four on each side. On my side, from left, Hui Zhen, Michelle, me, Michelle Lee. And on the other side, from left, Ken, Kevin, Khar Loo and Khang Leng. So those on my left chatted among themselves, and since I was on the right side, I had E432's girls all to myself *snicker snicker*. So as with any conversation, humour is a great icebreaker so there was this headless terra cotta statue near us (think of Qin Shihuang) and Khar Loo was eating something on a bowl that had a chicken painting on it, like those old bowls you see in Chinatown. Somehow, I made jokes about those two things, and it was pure laughter throughout the meal, with a great conversation with them. Not once did we talk to the other side, who's conversation wasn't quite as "entertaining". Only during the actual discussions of the helper's meeting did we quiet down and listen to the leaders talk. So yeah... this was the very first time I had a good conversation with Khar Loo. That's why I remember so many details =x.
Our friendship only continued to grow after that. I got her number, I forgot how also (I thought I would've remembered, getting her number). And every week, when we'd meet for cellgroup and service, we'd chat more happily and our respective cellgroups were also interacting much more, even spiritually. Although it was kind of "sneaky" though, because we'd never chat very closely with all the people around. It was very casual/friendly, but when there were very few people left, then thing's got more obvious, but people never noticed it anyway. We were
that good. Up to the point where she even said she'd buy me a bowl with a chicken design on it. I thought it was a joke, but she was serious. Wow... a reminder of the first time we really connected. Isn't that a hopeful sign?
Then came the whole issue of me moving to KL to study, and leaving behind my life in Singapore. *Sigh*...
I had also ended up getting Khar Loo's email address, and added her on MSN. I don't remember how I got it too, 'cause she's the only one from E432 I added in MSN =/. If it was a group thing, I woulda gotten the other member's emails too. So anyway, although I added her in MSN, we never chatted online, because during the weekends I'd go back to JB, where I had no internet access, while during the weekends she went back to her parents house, which had internet access, but during the weekdays she spent her time in her aunt's place which had no internet access, which was a total bummer 'cause the weekdays were when I was in Singapore, where I had my internet. One weekend though I ended up staying in Singapore instead of going back to JB, and I saw her online for the first time. Our chats in real life seamlessly flowed through the keyboard as we chatted very well online too. We chatted from past midnight to 3am. And it wasn't those conversations where one of us woiuld reply like 5 minutes later, or go off for a while and come back. I'm looking at our chat log as I'm typing this. The longest delay in our conversations was just a minute and a half. Imagine chatting for over 2 hours, almost continuously. It was a great, great talk with her.
The following week, it was probably the most romantic time I had with her. Sort of. I don't know. I'll type it down, you can judge. She finally bought me the bowl and wanted to pass it to me, so we agreed to meet up at City Hall MRT and walk over to Riverwalk for our Bible study classes. She gave me a shoebox with the bowl, Brand's Essence of Chicken and a letter written inside it. So we walked, and chatted about a lot of stuff, about her past, deaths of relatives and a lot of other deep stuff. And I read the letter. If you've ever walked from City Hall to Riverwalk, you'd know how beautiful the path is during evening time. Add to the fact you're walking with the girl you like while the sun is setting, having a great time sharing about so much things and she's just given you a gift (don't forget the letter inside). Now how can you beat that?
We went inside and acted like nothing happened =x, and then after Bible study, since we were in different classes, we didn't see each other after that. My cellgroup was all wondering why was I carrying a shoebox around? I just said it was a gift, and they all asked from who?! HAHA! I don't lie, so I told them (quite reluctantly though) that it was from Khar Loo. They were all shocked and were like did you even chat with her? Didn't you know were close and all that. Like I said, we were
that good.
That day's romantic stroll was the last time I saw her before moving to Kuala Lumpur.
And then this happened.
Haha! Of course there's still more to it. I'll mention part two another day. To be continued!
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
Aye... this is the first Saturday (or weekend, if you'd like specifics) in a really long time I haven't gone to church. Feels very weird.
Due to the Chinese New Year festivities, and all the people going back to their hometowns, the services were moved to Tuesday and Wednesday, and Pastor Kevin preached about respecting the traditional beliefs our relatives have, even if we find them ridiculous. Quite a light-hearted and funny service, and Pastor Kevin mentioned one thing that really rang true. If you don't respect the beliefs and follow them, then why is it okay for you to take red packets, which is also part of the beliefs? Not believing in them is fine, but to belittle them, especially to our more traditional relatives, isn't.
Heh... well, usually I go to Kluang to celebrate Chinese New Year with the relatives. This year, due to family issues, we're not going (for the second year in a row). Sigh... I told ya, my family life is messed up -.-. Even the extended family.
Well, even so, half of my immediate family (my dad and his girlfriend being the other half) Uncle Ben, my mom and I went out for a great dinner at The Ship earlier. Freaking filling salmon steak and mushroom soup for me! And I brought my PSP to get internet access there. I swear I'm going nuts without regular internet. No checking emails, no checking Facebook, no checking my blog, no Twitter (even though I find it really pointless). And worst of all, no MSN! Chatting online is one of the usual methods through which I chat up people! And I can't! Geez! I'm not the SMS-ing kinda guy, and you can only chat with so much people in real life. Zzz.
Le sigh...
Oh, Happy Chinese New Year!
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
I just finished playing Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. It's something new alright, coming from Silent Hill. Not used to it, but it was fun in its own way, and the flow of the story is totally brilliant although it was disappointingly short. Anyway, you find out in the end that all you've done, everything you've played is just someone's imagination. Cheryl's dad has died 18 years before, but the game (and thus, her imagination) are treated as real (until the very, very end). Cheryl was too young to properly know her father, and so dreamed up an ideal of what he was like. This forms your character in the game. Also, there's a couple in the game that break up later on. The girl thought she was in love with the guy, but she was only in love with her idea of him, not who he really was. You'll see why I'm emphasizing this point towards the end of this post.
Things have been awkward, in a good way, the last few weeks. Although I have good conversations with people all the time, it's been happening non-stop since this year began. I'm just sitting down and having a great time fellowshipping with the people in church, in school and in other places. Making friends and knowing people has always been easy to me. I've got a sense of humour, which helps. I've always been good at talking, and having conversations. Of course, there's the occasional day I don't have the mood, but it hasn't happened yet this year. I've been having great chats with a lot of people. One more noticeable awkward thing is that people I don't normally chat with that often are beginning to talk to me more. Classmates I don't even say a word to for a few weeks start a conversation with me. Some people in church I don't know really well approach me and begin just having a chat. It's good, but its also strange, because this doesn't happen normally.
Also, even though it's only the 2nd month of the year (time DOES fly when you get older!), there's even more talks about me and leadership! Aiks! AGAIN! After service last week I had a brief chat with Keith and he said something along the lines of "You're a reader. You can be a leader..." and some other stuff. Too lazy to explain the "reader" part. Imagine the second-man in the church saying that. Holds a lot of weight.
I've also realized that leaders usually have charisma in their own way, whether it be practical, emotional, relational or intellectual. In church, there's a group of people I call the "typical City Harvester", it's kinda hard to explain how they are, but normally these people become fervent leaders and have a very goody sense of humour, but are normally quite conservative. A lot of leaders I know fall under this category. Others are more motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly. I consider these to be under relational. There's a small number who are intellectual. But one thing they all have is charisma. Only a very, very small number of leaders have no charisma whatsoever in any sense.
So, although I'm still averse to the idea of me being a leader in any place, it just got me thinking, do I have charisma? Charismatic people are usually influential people who are usually respected. The more suave are charming. Quite often I've heard people saying that they would like certain aspects of my life to be in theirs. A few have even said they envy me. I'm truly, truly honoured, seriously. Considering the way I've lived in just 20 years, I'm very surprised to hear that. That's normally the kinda thing you hear in your middle aged and elder years.
But do you seriously want to live my life? To have what I have? Think through very carefully. I don't tell things only because people don't ask. Sometimes there are things in my life that I don't think are worth others time. Some things aren't worth our breath. Other things, I will tell others. And when it comes to friends, I'll probably bring it up. I live my life with total transparency, so if a casual acquaintance asks something personal, I will tell also, because I've got nothing to hide. Only if I don't like a person, obviously I won't tell. People like Porn Adib, and Far Pee Aimer. And a few other sneaks who read my blog just to gossip about stuff, but care about nothing else except the "juicy bits". You know who you are. I have a blog tracker embedded in my code you know. Sorry, a bit of a rant there.
Anyhoo, since no one asks, there's plenty of things about me that people don't know. A lot of these people are under the impression I live a happy, normal life, moving from Canada, to Johor, to Singapore, to Kuala Lumpur. That I have seen a lot and experienced many cultures. Trust me, I have, and it's enriching. On the flipside, there's a darker aspect of my life. Things I'm not that proud of, but are something major.
But you truly envy my life? You would like certain aspects of my life in yours? You sure?
You'd need to attempt suicide to the point you lost count. You'd need to be depressed for a long time. You'd need to have your parents divorce. You'd need to have your own sister try and kill your mother. You'd have to have a very broken family. You'd need to be the only link between each of your original family members. You'd need to endure the bitchings your parents say to you about each other, and endure their criticisms of you when you defend either of them. You'd need to have several close friends stop becoming friends, and severing ties. You'd need to lose contact with almost all your friends from the first half of your your years in your life. You'd need to attempt to set your friend on fire. You'd need to attend many funerals. You'd need to watch your own grandfather die in front of you. And a lot of other crap. This is a very, very brief list. If you can't accept this, then you won't want the details.
Of course there's a lot of happiness and joy in my life. But those are the positive things that everybody knows. Every single decision and event in my life has shaped me to be who I am today. If you really envy my life, think carefully with the darker aspects. You'll most probably be happier with your own life.
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Monday, February 8, 2010
Yawn... I'm quite tired. My insomnia's finally gone. But now whenever I wake up I'm extremely tired, even with a lot of rest. Still a nuisance. Is it a lack of REM sleep or something? Speaking of which, I had a really weird dream about the church members. Only people in church, which is kinda odd.
Anyhoo, a few weeks ago I watched Avatar with Sze Ying. After all the hype and praises I've heard, we finally watched it. And we watched it like a day before they were taking it from the box office too. Just in time! Well, I think the movie's pretty good. The environments are extremely beautiful, but I still think its overrated. Avatar is basically Pocahontas in space. Seriously. Even some of the hairstyles of the Navi are the same as in the Disney Pocahontas film. Zzz. But with much more war and political messages. Oh well.
Church has been good. Pastor Derek from CHC SG came over for one weekend, and on the Saturday service it was slaying in the Spirit for quite some time! Very powerful, and yet simple message. And for the first few weeks of the new year Pastor Kevin was preaching about what to have in our resolutions, and having faith for the future. That was partially why I went through with my resolutions =x. Heh! Also, Keith has been preaching for the last two weeks, and his messages have been superb. The first week, he spoke about evaluating our lives, eliminating the past, concentrating on the future and having determination. And on the 2nd week, there was one thing he said that really struck me "God has changed my life. But is He still changing my life?" That was really, really thought provoking. And that week, W19 only had 5 people attend service! Since W32 and W49 were going to Genting, we had no "spare company" and we had a pretty minor but cozy fellowship session. And after the meal we went to Faith's house to watch Fireproof. Quite a touching movie about marriage and relationships, and it was very evangelistic, although not in a barf-bag kinda way. Very subtle and clever.
Lol, anyway, one funny thing happened the other day. Miki, Ash and Esther were taking a break from class so I joined them. So the girls (who are more innocent-looking) were smoking, while Ash and I, gangster look-a-likes both with tattoos, were goody goody and not smoking. LMAO!
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That's how it is when I use my laptop.
My dear Loo Loo (what I used to call her last time).
And then this happened.