From Gm
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
4. Tag 10 people to play this game too.
How are you feeling today? - Little Kids - Kings Of Convenience
Will you get far in life? - Unbelievable - Thousand Foot Krutch
How do your friends see you? - Left Behind - Aqualung
Will you get married? - Softer To Me - Relient K
What is your best friend's theme song? - Outlaw - Plus One
What is the story of your life? - Identity Crisis - Thrice
What was high school like? - Marvelous Things - Eisley
How can you get ahead in life? - Carwash - Christina Aguilera (LOL)
What is the best thing about your friends? - Manhattan Skyline - Kings Of Convenience
What is in store for this weekend? - Drowning - Rufio
What song describes you? - Blurry - Puddle Of Mudd
To describe your grandparents? - Bizaare Love Triangle - New Order
What song will they play at your funeral? - Yesterday - Mest
How does the world see you? - A Moment Like This - Kelly Clarkson (aiya... of course la.. LOL)
Will you have a happy life? - Jumper - Third Eye Blind
What do your friends really think of you? - Clairvoyant Disease - A7X
Do people secretly lust after you? - A New Focus - This Day And Age
How can I make myself happy? - Picture - Mute Math
What should you do with your life? - Dirty Little Secret - AAR
Will you ever have children? - READY (..wa ready ah) And Waiting To Fall - Mae
5 people to do it
1. hanif
2. cheryl
3. liane
4. sh
5. esther
Zouk Zouk Zouk Zouk!
As I grow older, I realise humans tend to start going out with each other more often, and this number of 'outings' gradually peak at around 20-ish. I don't know what creates this trend. Lonliness? Solitude? A wider circle of friends to accomodate? Or simply cause there's more stress in life, and the distractions must grow significantly too.
Everyone must go out; don't stay at home, don't become some house hermit and spend hours reading books or just meditating. That's anti-social - the world says. Everyone's trying to paint their life with frequent trips to the pub, clubs, go dancing, drink, ohh eat at a high-class restaurant, have a sleek BMW. This is what you must have to be in and hip and glamourous and cool.
I don't give a shit. Really.
I personally don't know anyone like that, but I hear my friends saying, "oh my other friend is so hip and happening and goes to all these cool pubs," "ohh xiaxue so has THE life! She's hanging out everywhere, etc," and the list goes on on how-to-become-mr/ms-perfect-socialite.
If barricading your inner self, and ignoring your own privacy, relinquishing times with God, family, and the good old friends (the ones who don't try to spew intelligent english in a pub to look charming, but are just funny being themselves), are the ways to be happy and successful, so be it. Go do that, and meet me at the other end of life to tell me if you've been content.
You see, the line between what's spontaneous and what's fake is so thin. It might feel like as if I'm being real and authentic to someone, and the next second I know that person says something I disagree, but I laugh along anyway cause I don't want conflict. I don't want to stand up for my ideas cause I don't want him/her to think I'm a hard nut. You know?
Yeah. This is really random rant. But I know someone gets my point.
I just want you to be happy with yourself.
You're really an awesome kid.
I'm On Your Back.
Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
Dreaming aloud
Things just wont do without you, matter of fact
I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you'd accept surrender, 'Ill give up some more
Werent you adored
I cannot be without you, matter of fact
I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
Another heart is cracked in two, I'm on your back
I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Im on your back, Im on your back, I'm on your back
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
Another heart is cracked in two, I'm on your back
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you
Creases? What Kind Of Post Title Is That.
I have such weird parents.
My mum was teasing that my father might have naked women pictures in his phone, and he was frantically asking us to check mum's phone to see if she had naked musclemen pictures.
*Shudders*
Haha.
Creases
WILD WILD WET!
Raphael is really such a cool name. For the expense of my envy towards that name, I shall call my son that one day. Haha..
How About 30 Years Later?
It's funny how everyone turns out different.
SH and I were looking through a really old primary school choir musical vcd a week back. And then we pointed out alot alot of old friends we used to know. "Dion! Ehh that's Kenryu sia.. Haha it's Gabriel over there!"
And everyone of them turned out different.
Some moved to Australia as promising polo players, some became gangsters, some became devout christians, some became nerds, and some already have tattoos and are part of some secret society. Some found girlfriends, some turned gay, some became ruggers and jocks and you would laugh to know they were once from choir.
So this past week, I was wondering how everyone would automatically take different routes in life, and finally diversing to become our society. The good and bad and neutral of it. My mum and I watched this channel 8 show filming two mothers going through pregnancy and then finally giving birth to their children. I saw their tormented faces on the hospital bed, crying and gnawing as they tried with all their might to bring their child to this world. And when the babies were in their arms, that look on their faces - it was priceless. That stare, that glance at their children's tiny features, their eyes filled with so much hope and love for them. It was like 10 years in a second. Now in that instance they saw their child grow up to become capable, successful, loved, and happy. In an instance, they thought of the stresses in their baby's childhood, the heated hostile arguments in their teen age, and then finally seeing them get married. All those thoughts possibly converging into one huge mass of blob that lasts only a few seconds, in their state of ultimate bliss. Imagine the turmoil it brought to them. Imagine the insecurities of the future, hidden beneath the overwhelming joy of a new life. They dreamt big dreams for their children. Every one of them only wishing for the best for their child.
And when I look at a hooker, or a drug lord, or a serial killer. I can't help but think of their parents. How they saw them to become so much more than what they are today. These people have parents too right. Their parents must have wanted the best for them when they were young, hoping that they become lovely people with beautiful personalities, and have a wonderful future ahead of them.
So I guess it's the same for all our parents. When they first saw us, they saw great things. They didn't see us as the scums of this world, but great men and women of our age. And even though sometimes our parents really give us shit, and make our lives miserable, but at that very beginning of their lives - at least they've thought of us as angels.
I wonder if they could see where their children are at now. How much pain will it be?
It must hurt Jesus so much more.
Look What A Year Has Done To Us:
Ok, I am so bored. Lol.
Window Planes And Dying Potted Plants
I'm super freaked today.
Last night while I was sleeping, I dreamt that there was this school girl, who murdered another school girl. And a friend and I went to the crime scene. The victim was horribly stuck up on the wall with a screwdriver rendered through one of her eye sockets. And her other eye - the pupil was red and the eye-whites were yellow.. and she just looked so demonic. And then that eye turned and looked at me.
I jolted up. Back in my bedroom, and I heaved a huge sigh.
And I thought to myself out loud, "God, how can such a demonic sight exist?"
(Wait. At this point, you must realise I don't expect an answer. It was a trivial question. I don't expect Him to tell me yes or no, cause the answer was obvious to me.)
But an audible voice replied me.
"Yes,"
And the voice was so deep and dark and absolutely frightening. It has this tone that made your heart sink a thousand miles, so eerie it made every bit of my hair stand. It was as if I was facing the devil himself, and hearing him speak to me. I can't explain the feeling properly. But it just felt like I was in a pitch black room, and there's a man-eating alien on the other side of it. Ultimate fear. Yeah... it's probably called ultimate fear.
Well anyway, I was stunned for abit. And then I started shouting Lord out loud. And I started praising Jesus. Really, just letting it loose. It went something like this.. I remember the voice kept saying 'no'.. and the dialogue went something like this:
"God you are the Only One I will praise,"
"No..."
"Lord you are my Only Saviour! And there's no others that can replace your name!"
"No..!!"
"Lord my God only you can take away my sins and set me free!"
"NO!!!!"
And *snap*. The voice was gone.
Gm said it might've been me dreaming and thinking too much, or an evil spirit at work. He said his pastor said before these things happen when either you're lacking faith or having a really strong faith in God. It's like a test that happens when you're too hot or too cold. And I think I belong to the little faith category. And yeah, maybe it is a sign to say - pull up your socks, stop slacking, and catch up in your road towards God.
I prayed about it. And yeah... I'm going to lay down my life for God. I always thought I did. But this incident taught me something - don't be contented with where you are at with Him - there's still 80% of my life still yet to finish. And it's never going to be enough. Sure I might have my flaws and sins and shame, but I think I've gotten too comfortable just ignoring them. I don't want that. God doesn't want that. So here goes nothing, take the wide leap of faith, and see where it's gonna take me.
Breathe in, breathe out.
And be reminded of whose love I truly want.
If Only
I regretted quitting polo. I still do sometimes. I still sometimes miss that adrenaline rush you get when you drive through the water for the ball and then yanking the defender away. The way you push and struggle and punch and kick your way out of tangled limbs and arms. And of course the way you feel like as if you just got banged down by a bus right after a 20 minute game break.
But there's just no time to commit cause of VSC. And the ones who can afford the time to (cause their course schedules are usually never packed) are the ones who had prior training/slimmer. So yeah. It's bad both ways.
And I WILL. Wear a polo cap and play in an official match.
Someday. It's a goal in life thing.
Polka Dhooted
Hanif got me shoes for my birthday. Ahahaha.. I know it's a month away but we so happen to be out and all. Cause he wanted to go out and I needed to buy Liane's present. So we were just browsing through shoes, and I really wanted to get these rocket pattern ones. But he said the shoes I picked looked 'punk', and I look 'indie'. -.- Okayyyy fine... whatever that means. So I got another pair.. haha..
And the stupid thing was I lost my file at far east while we were randomly shopping. And we backtracked to the different shops and asked all the vendors, but alas - to no avail. So yeah. Bye bye to the $2.50 + my creative thinking work + PHOTO CLASS WORKS. Dang it. But haha, I thanked God cause usually I would lose more important things like keys, or my pencil case, or my wallet. But this one wasn't a big deal (except those photos which took me 6 hours to complete :/)
And I'm pretty excited now that I know there's relationships budding which I didn't notice before. It's quite a jolt when you're aware of a chemistry between two people you know. Hehehahaha... I know I'm a big kay-poh la... but these kind of things are really unexpected.. get what I mean? Paternal instincts : I love going weddings. Don't forget me.
Anyway, it's the Holidays. :D No more till 4 am late nights, coffee, and dozing off on buses.
"Madam, Power at 100, proceed,"
Freedom. It's subjective, half the time not there, and half the time deluded to it being there.
Yeah, freedom is different to everyone.
God gives freedom. And the fact that he stands where He is now, with His children worshipping him - that's freedom. Christians chose to be christians, it was their freedom of option, and through Him, they are now really free. We were given the choice; to go heaven or burn in hell. And he didn't force us to accept salvation - cause He loves us. It was your freedom to choose who you believe in.
Elaine posted the ultimate question: How much do you really believe in God? Is it a 100% or 99.9%? Cause people can tell that 00.1%.
Songs of worship aren't enough. Reading your bible dutifully isn't enough. Going to church and believing in Christ cause everyone else does isn't enough. It is something far more deeper than that. A feeling of the intangible, and the tangible, fusing into one. A fact of magnificence in the Lord. Having faith in Him. In good times, and even when He took everything away. Believing He is always thinking about you and you doing your best. And letting Him heal every torn bit inside... even parts that are more convenient to just ignore, than to deal with head on.
That, takes faith. 100%
Reflux Action
I'm tired sia. Just finished painting an assignment for later this morning.
Thanks guys, all of you who took the trouble to read everything I wrote in my last post. And took the time to pray for me and support me, yup. I'm much better now. I know how everything seems like an obstacle infront of me, but hey, everything's in the Lord.
I have another long day tomorrow, another a3 assignment. I think I'm going to find myself a comfortable place in the airport and take a hiatus from everything. Get things sorted out, clear my mind, and of course - complete my work. Haha..
So, you might not see me here for abit, or you might. I dunno. I don't think I should blog about deep things for the time being. It's not really that private. And I need a hiatus from the internet, and blogging. So that I can get out of the damn house and stop acting like a hermit. Haha.. interaction mannnn....
Oh yeah, gotta hang out with guys more. Not being in a boy's school anymore and only having girls around is beginning to make me feel TOO comfortable. hahaha.. (that's gay instincts speaking.. wahahaha)
Please..
Help.
It felt so rude today, and I was shouting for him to stop making fun of me. Stop his childish escapades that he knows pisses me off - but would still do it. I'm trying my best to be a good elder brother, but I feel like whatever words I've said to him to make him learn and grow well are just falling on deaf ears. After I give him a long life talk, he would remain silent.. then the next day he's back to his imp-ish self.
The next few weeks is going to be hardcore praying for my brother, that he'll accept Christ during Sept 2. But what he shows me is obsolete recently.
He's so prankful, so demanding, so critical, so vulgar, so absolutely childlike, I wonder if he'll even absorb the words spoken and the songs sang during YES 2. I wonder if he'll even comprehend the message Jesus is trying to tell him. I know he's 11 years old, but he doesn't act his age - I'm not being sarcastic... I mean it. I'm worrying, I'm so worried he won't get saved I think I'm freaking myself out. I want to see him grow up in Christ, before he finds himself struggling during secondary school life without God - like how I did. I don't want that to happen to him. I don't want to see him get bullied by some huge rugby punk and have no one to turn to. Then I worry about even if he did get into church. Would he click with the other kids? Or would he give up halfway and don't want to go to church anymore.
And not having a christian family background, just makes it worse. There's no one in this fight with me for his salvation. No one. My mum is a very discreet catholic, my dad is a buddhist. It's like when you wanna ask someone older for advice, or for consolation, nobody is there to lend a helping hand, or at least sit down with me and do a long private chat about what to do. I don't know how to grow in God cause there's no one there to tell me how to. I can't tell things to my mum without getting irritated - she's never listening... she shuts off everything she doesn't want to hear. And my Dad is the silent guy... the guys who don't talk about deep things. So in this path towards drawing closer to God, it feels dead lonely.
I want to do my QT right. I want to draw closer to Him. With every single step. I try really hard, I do. But it feels like I'm getting nowhere. Like when everyone is saying, "Oh, God has help me in this, this this and that," I'd think to myself, "Wow. I wish I could feel His presence just like you did," cause it feels like a void inside sometimes. Like the God shaped hole had never been filled. I'd cry out to Him - God, why are you making things so hard for me? I just want to worship you, and draw closer to You. But it feels like you're at the end of a million kilometre race. I wish so much it wasn't.
I still trust in God. And I have the faith... faith that God would pull me through, pull everything through. But I don't know if I can go through this by myself.
Just felt like breaking down today. I can't remember when I last did.
Sorry for posting this. And unfortunately, there's no one there to help me out yet. If you have faith in God, please, please please..
pray for me.
Hazamat
I had the longest longest talk with Sh ever.
It was more of catching up, and we just sat down and I listened to him as he went on and on about JC. It's so interesting to hear about JC life, it's so scandalous la. In poly we don't hang out long enough to have scandals, feuds and whatever not. THAT'S SO BORING RIGHT? Yeah I know... but on the other hand, it's a good thing that we all don't hate each other and stuff. :D
I like listening to people. It's really inspiring. And it gets better when you rise up (rise up...raise up...) really good topics. :]
I liked today service during the transition between this burn/hearts song and the deeper song. It was like the wanting to know God burned during the first song, and then the deeper song just made the holy spirit flood through the whole congregation and drown the fire. Loved the contradicting songs. Great experiment on that part... and i will remember to go for PSP the next time round.
We went M Sq after service. Shawn's bass is super low... and yea, I'm not really tall so it banged on my legs when I walk. Dammit... one day I will grow so tall that you all will arch your heads upward to see the distant sillouhette of my head in the sun. IT WILL HAPPEN. Hahahahaha..
Ok, enough of my lame rants.
PS: Joel, I can't wait to see how gay your hairstyle is now... ahahahaha
Trees Reside
Planetshakers was good last night. :]
Although they didn't perform Running After You which is still burns abit. But, the point wasn't that. God was, is and always will be the main superstar. Haha :D
I'm going for alot of events suddenly. Whoooo.
Cyanide and Happiness
I was attempting to write a long post, but then used up all my brain juice halfway trying. a person who tries very hard to fit the stereotype of a certain scene. often having to do with a specific genre of music emo.indie.punk.rock. dresses and acts in a prescribed fashion. image focused. vain.
HELP! I'M LOSING MY MENTAL STAMINA. Only with blogging of course. But then the post I was writing on was emo again. And that's bad cause everyone will think that I don't have a life other than rant about random (most of the times - emo) things. Which has probably been true for the past few weeks. ARGH. Bad both ways, yes yes, I know...
So for once, I shall talk about something really not emo and really dry and really technical it will bore your hearts out.
I can't believe there are such things called scenesters.1. scenester
Now everyone won't know if anyone dressing like an emo kid is actually emo or not.
K, let Professor where-did-pokemon-go do a rundown on Emo People. Emo kids are always linked to punk bands, punk band t-shirts, guitars, long-hair-that-cover-your-face, and skateboards. Anyway, you should already know all that cause somehow loads of guys out there are trying to become emo. And I bet you have at least one friend that is. (HEY I know what you're thinking but I'm NOT one of them okay.)
Emo kids are really good conversationalists. That's one way of differentiating the emo kids and the scenesters. Not that being a scenester is bad or anything, in modern day Singapore, scenesters are normal people too. Cause nobody's gonna go up to them and try to figure out if they are the real deal. They just presume they are just emo people.
Okay... where one earth did that word come from anyway?
Yeah, I mean 'emo'.
I know it's from the word 'emotional'. But then everything seems to be called emo. From drawn sideburns to self-mutilation. It's too subjective as a word. Emo should just be a short form of emotional... then it'll be so much easier to understand. Okay, so from now on, when I say 'emo', all I mean is 'emotional'.
ANYWAY, I was on the topic on scenesters. Shit, I'm digressing again.
The word 'scenester' just makes half of the Singaporean teenage population look like bodies without personality. I tihnk most people follow trends, so the defintion is almost condesending everyone. Well anyway, why should I bother, I don't know anyone whose classified scenester so I have nothing good or bad to say about them. (Neutrality. It's great cause it keeps you away from trouble. :])
If you think emo is bad and all (which isn't really, cause everything boils down to emos....wait, that sounded bad. I mean emotions.) please do go down http://www.cafepress.com/popcynical and get yourself a shirt. :D
Okay, this brings us to the end of today's really dry and technical tutorial.
Happy National Day :]
Life Of The Suburbians.
You know I don't get political warfare.
During elections, every PM would be so hyped up about pleasing the citizens, and they come up with so many campaigns and charities and giveaways and carnivals its scary. It's so obvious that they have an ulterior motive. And when they finally get that seat, they just ignore everything. Look at Potong Pasir. We used to have working solar powered streetlights leading to our MRT.
But now, 5 out of the 7 are spoilt.
Whose doing anything about it? No one. Mr Sitoh constructed it to aid us so that people can see where their heading to at night. And when he lost the elections, he happily chucks that project to the been-there-done-it-so-why-bother bin. And Mr Chiam certainly isn't going to lay hands on anything PAP... he's so anti-people's action party that he'd rather tear everything down and build new ones rather than fix the existing ones (no, he didn't say that but I'm just stressing a point... ahahahaha).
The streetlights are a definitive notion of a cold war. A cold war since 1984 when Mr Chiam first became MP for Potong Pasir.
"National Development Minister Mah Bow Tan has rejected Mr Chiam See Tong's request for $80m as money for upgrading in the Potong Pasir constituency."
There's really no such thing as One People, One Nation, One Singapore... I can safely say that from my point of view..
PP made a choice to create a competitive playing ground in Singapore politics for PAP, it doesn't make us an ostracized bunch of people in this 'democratic' nation. Glance at our old blocks, with old lifts, and even older staircases. You can tell districts under PAP rule have much better ammenities than us. If you have time to go pass Toa Payoh Lorong 8, you'll get what I mean. One side of the road is under Chiam See Tong; rickety doors and soot coated walls. On the other side is under PAP; newly painted blocks and renovated lifts that stop on every floor.
I'm not lamenting about anything, I'm just saying - it's reality.
The reality is - since you made a choice for the alternative, then we're not going to get bothered too. On the surface, we might be a united nation striving for the future. But beneath the peaceful and positive facade, are disoriented bits that we can't do anything about. Isn't that always what it is with life? We ignore the bad parts, amputate them, brush it under the covers, and pretend that everything is alright.
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Of course I won't mind the $80m carrot for estate upgrades PAP proposed for us.
But what matters is the heart of it all. We could just be materialists and let them win, or we could turn and see the man who made Potong Pasir how it is today - strong-willed against politics, competitive people who don't want to see Singapore fall into monotonous ruling. If what really matters is the best for our people, then why cut into Chiam See Tong's cracks? He is just trying to make things better for us, seriously.
As for Mr Chiam See Tong. He is devoted, and sensitive to the needs of his residents. Sure, we might not have all the snazzy razzy sparkling new lift doors, well painted walls and beautiful parks. But the life here is peaceful. Right at the heart of Singapore, there is a man willing to serve his people with whatever resources he has. He has pressed on even with inadequate fundings, and the stressed environment his fellow PAP PMs give. He has given us a quiet, serene environment that's hard to come by when you're in the very heart of a developing country. He made this place different from the ones surrounding us. And we'll always repay his loyalty with our loyalty in him.
Where can you find a person like that, PAP.
(Gosh I hope I don't get jailed for what I've written LOL)
Type Someone Else's Name And I'm Free To Write Whatever I Want
I hate people who pretend to be someone else and tag on other people's blogs.
If you're looking at this, STOP feigning me on simone's blog you dumb-witted nutcrack.
The last thing I want from anyone is a misunderstanding.
Everything Would Be Alright
How long have I been in this storm? If I could just see you, everything would be alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown If I could just see you, everything would be alright And I will walk on water
So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
The water's getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head
If I see you this darkness will turn to light
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
And everything will be alright
So why am I ten feet under and upside down
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Cos I'm so used to living under the surface
If I see you this darkness will turn to light
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
You will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
Now everything is alright
Everything's alright.
Fortions On Poxes
I know what's the worse thing to wear!
Clothes made out of national flags.
Haha, I dunno... I know it's random but I thought of that while I was going to church today. Ain't it clever!? Hahaha. Come to think about it, who ever makes clothes out of national flags? Okay I know they do make stuff like that, but nobody actually wears them out. You know what I mean. Nobody walks around Orchard road with stuff like that. Hahaha.
But nonetheless, it'll be cool to own that shirt though. HAHA.
Anyway today's worship had so much more wham! than usual. I don't know, it was just so much more spiritual. And Chris - he was great la. I mean it.. he was just so exceptionally great today, every word he said seem to hit something really deep. And the funny thing was, God wanted me to tell him about what I felt.
I can't believe I cannot make it for dayofhispower! It's irritating when you have everything crumbled up all in one day, and then the next day there's nothing on.
Went Yamaha the other day, and the guitars are just so amazing. I like how the metal strings run across the spine, and how the thickest string resounds a mellow, deep note that lingers. They sparkle so much, and just running my fingers against their mahogany painted sides kinda affected me. I don't have a guitar. My mum used to say she'd get one for me, but I know she won't cause I've been using so much cash on school already. That means have to save up to get one.
*heaves a loud thunderous sigh*
Hahaha... kk, I'm becoming cranky.
The Span of Wings Wider Than This
What a week it has been.
Sh wasn't coming for FOP today, so Jeremy decided to call off the thing. Argh. I wanted to go FOP no matter wha. On the account that I couldn't make it for band prac this week. MUST FIND SOME TIME TO WORSHIP GOD WITH LIKE-MINDED PEOPLE. Luckily Dilys said in class she was going today with Margaret. Elizabeth and I decided to tag along. Whahahaha... Thank God people wanted to go today.
So after class, we went to TM to eat pizza hut. And it was so idiotic cause the student prices there are only valid at 1.30 pm onwards. And we entered the restaurant at 12.30 pm.
So we decided to drrraaaaaagggg the ordering time by an hour. AN HOUR just sitting at the table pretending we cannot make up our minds. I must stress how stupid it looked. You could tell all the waitresses were eyeing us, but we didn't care. Lol... being VSC students - we're supposed to be really cheapskate freaks. Ahahaha. I'm serious. Most of us are pauper-poor. I'm already like -$70 off budget.
So anyway the 60 minutes wait was worth it. We got an $8 discount. =D
Then we went to the arcade and JT and I played this kayaking game. And it was so dumb cause we wasted $4 getting stuck at the same starting place in the game. Lol. Dilys suggested House Of The Dead 2 instead. Which was even worse cause both Dilys and JT kept screaming when the zombies appeared ( girls .. =/ ). And I sat in the middle, yelling at the top of my voice "RELOAD! RELOAD!" cause they always forgot to.
*Zombie appears*
JT screams, Dilys panics at her screaming and can't control her gun. Gun can't fire, I shout "RELOAD!", Dilys gets mobbed by zombies. JT laughs, tries to use her feet to 'kick' the zombies away (that's what she said). Dilys laments at her life gone.
Margaret was laughing at how the three of us were acting like kids-with-no-sweets in a small arcade machine.
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FOP
FOP was amazing.
God was with us that night.
Could feel the Holy spirit at work... like suddenly, there would be a wave of tingling sensation over my skin, a burst of warmth that carouses through the heart and lungs. And the sudden need to cry. Well, at least that's how it feels for me. And that just surprises me... you could sense it was something out of this world, and that feeling revival and uplifting just makes you wanna praise Him even more.
Don Moen was great. The words just flowed out really easily, and the whole congregation just succumbbed to the praise and worship.
That's why FOP is always the festival to look forward to every year. Not because of the big names CHC always manage to get to come down here -
but that spiritual recharge experience.
Consumerists.
This is what makes VSC so worthwhile.
The Memories Of Me Seems More Like Bad Dreams.
Everyone suddenly seems very real.
Sometimes, I think about how a person I don't know very well. And wonder what he/she does in spare time, what kind of person he/she really is. Cause you don't know them well, so their daily routines and habits and characteristics remain kinda unreal. He/she can remain as far off as you liked.
But now everyone looks so real. They now carry deep feelings, and have quiet habits, and have great personalities that I didn't know about before. It's a good thing, really. It means now their existence is really part of my life, and the commitment grows. It's now a friendship - no longer a snazzy, over-my-shoulder acquaintance.
That just really eases my mind. Haha, I don't know why, but it does. For some reason.
Hanif, Gm and I went to watch Lady In The Water yesterday. It's a good movie to catch cause when everyone is trying too hard to make huge plots and amazing storylines, this movie is packed just like an RPG. It's kinda an okay movie, nothing too sucky nor too smashing about it. Great movie to bring a schizophrenic.
Next round - Lake House. At this rate, I'm never going to save enough for our shopping day. Yay. Haha..
After Gm left, we met up with Dilys, Pepper, and Clarence. It was good catching up with the holidaying people. I've not seen them for two blocks. And our clique like just split into two cause of the darn timetable. But it's alright I guess... considering the fact that we're going to all come back together during VSC Freshies Chalet 2006! Ahahaha.... you all better come mannn...cause my birthday falls during one of the days. AHAHAHA.
Hmmmm... Oh yeah, saw Chris at borders. Haha... didn't know he frequents that place.
Borders gave me a headache. I just sat there and grabbed a couple of paperbacks to read, but my mind was so flushed out, nothing I read made sense. My eyes went watery and all. Maybe it was that sudden flash of multiple paragraphs, after being only around visual stuff for 4 months.
Anyway THIS FRIDAY JEREMY, SH AND I ARE GOING FOP. Whooooohoo! I hope this time they don't bar us from our seats when we go toilet.
Help Those
I dreamt that McDonald's had food poisoning today. And there was a short dramatic storyline between a friend and I.
Haha, it's kinda weird when I get real-life scenario dreams. Just freaks me out.
I dunno about most people, but most of my dreams are just plain whacky.
Anyway, it's 3 am in the morning. The serenity is awesome. When you come past one day and get to take time off for yourself to think about life and stuff.
Time for qt.