Saturday, 31 December 2011

A snap decision and a really foolhardy endeavour led me to take care of all aspects of the youth service tonight! From leading worship to sharing message and the prayer sessions and everything. Usually I try to do just one thing and not take up any other things, because it has usually been disastrous past few attempts because I cannot sustain that level of energy to focus on more than one major thing haha. But tonight was good, so thankful that I pulled through everything without muddling anything up and that I was still coherent and sane enough towards the end! Thankful for as many as three different lozenges from different sources that helped my throat, grateful for the encouragements, and so eternally in debt to the wonderful worship team that made all the difficult songs sound easy on one seamless try.

Right before today's service, there was a 2-day worship ministry retreat which just about took out all the energy from everyone, which made tonight's service an even more herculean effort for everyone involved. According to Cheryl it's the first time we've ever had a retreat on this scale where there are group practices and instrument sectionals and Bible studies for a full two days. But what strikes me more is how the next-generation band is so compelling and so skilled! Remarkably, a lot of them are still beginners and still undergoing lessons, and it is really amazing to listen to them put together a song decently. And I think I've officially reached my sell-by date in youth worship team haha, everything is taken care of by the younger leaders and I am only hanging around at the retreat because I'm trying to find something to do, like oven-heat pizzas for lunch and praying for them and guiding guitars when they're probably more capable than they think they are.

All in all, past week has been absolutely great, and really thankful for all the opportunities to reach out and make a difference somewhere. 

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

So Christmas came and left, and this time it was right smack in the weekends! Which meant that there were more engagements, more parties to attend, more stuff to do. Haha I speak as if I was planning a tonne of activities for Christmas, but nope! This Christmas was really just relax and enjoy and attend and soak in all the peace and joy. Partly because I was having reservist right up to Christmas, which meant that I eschewed away from a lot of things haha. And really, this weekend has been one of the better Christmases that I remember of, maybe I need to do this more often heh take more breaks. There's caroling this year, we went down to Beo Crescent one-room flats to sing and deliver food parcels to them, which is always easily one of the more meaningful things to do for me because it really is getting down and dirty to the ground. It is one thing to go visit all the families I know from church and sing carols at their gatherings, but I can't think of any other more purposeful reason than to bring Christmas into people less fortunate than us. Haha and there were parties and gatherings here and there, which kinda completed the many activities over Christmas.

But one thing kinda remains the same every year, I think. After Christmas service in the morning, we have the usual gift exchanges flurry and everyone goes around being Santa and receiving presents from another Santa at the same time. And after all that has been completed, we always always always struggle to find things to do! Going home seemed quite inappropriate given that it's Christmas, but going out to hang out runs out of ideas after a while because there quite simply isn't anything much to do haha. One of the great mysteries of Christmas afternoon, that it is always so bleh.

I have a few days before I need to start bidding for my modules for next year's new semester, and I'm making the most of it by going out and trying to do as many things I can in the mean time before I'm trapped by the school cycle again, really not looking forward to readings and assignments and essays and presentations again! Feeling as if the holidays weren't long enough, and rightly so because there was reservist. Haha oh well will make do! 

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

So the sudden random activity for the night is to head down all the way to Changi airport to welcome the return of Joelynn, whose birthday also happened to be today! She was away in Thailand for a church mission trip, and a group of us decided to surprise her with an unexpected audience at the arrival gates and sing happy birthday for her. Then somehow along the way, we discovered that Meng Ren and his family was arriving back from Turkey tonight too! He told me he will only be back on the 23rd but it obviously turned out much earlier. And both the flights were like about 15 minutes apart from each other, and a few gates in between. Which meant that it was absolutely convenient for us to hop over from one arrival gate to another in a flash.

Other news include the many breaking-downs of the MRT system! I have not been affected much perfectly, but I do notice that it does take slightly longer travelling times due to the slow speed. More importantly, I am very upset at the way SMRT handles the whole debacle! You can't just "sorry" after everything has already happened, and then advising people to take alternative transport has got to be the most ludicrous joke. So we are all to find rocket boosters, or we need to grow wings, or we need to travel on horses and cows. Their PR skills are really very very poor, and don't see how this justifies the fare increases we always have to pay.

Okay, time to get to bed. 

Monday, 12 December 2011

I think I'm getting really rusty with worship leading haha. Okay this morning may not be the best example to quote because there were simply too many songs! The brass band is away in Myanmar, God bless them im their ministry whatever they are doing right now, think they are comig back tomorrow. And I honestly cannot remember when was the last time I led worship on Sunday morning! So nervous and incoherent and then I don't know what to play on lead guitar either. Inexperienced hahaha.

Anyway, updates on my life include my attempts to try to read the Twilight series! I'm currently on the first book, the writing isn't exactly the most readable to me hahaha it might be more appealing to a young teenage girl, but I'm forcing myself to plough it through for the sake of connecting with girls at that young teenage age! It's sappy romantic and vampires and werewolves. Hmmmmmm.

Friday, 9 December 2011

The week came and went so quickly, that I barely had time to register what was happening all the time! And it's a good week, because I managed to complete like 90% of my Christmas shopping and cards and presents. I'm opting to go mass gifts this year for everyone except cell group, whom I always feel more at liberty to spend more for their presents because they are my cell group after all! And managed to get out for a cell outing with them yesterday, we were cycling at East Coast and then came back to church for movies. Today was lunch with the mentees and then Starbucks kettling, which I kinda think was one of the best experiences for this Christmas! Not saying that I had nasty encounters previous years, but we did at Citylink mall and the Starbucks staff were super nice and friendly to work with. Yes I am spending a lot of time with Tyrus and Si Xuan this week haha they are like here almost every week somewhere in my life.

Tomorrow is the beginning of a two-week reservist stint, will still get to come out quite a bit I think, but can't help but think how reluctant I am to go because it is taking up my holidays time haha.

Okay gotta get to bed! 

Sunday, 4 December 2011

This is the first blog post typed on iPad! My mum just got a new one and I've been fiddling with it for the past week, haha feels no different from an iPhone except that it's ostensibly much bigger. Anyway, Kids Games is finally over! And I have to say that I have quite a deeper appreciation of what children's ministry is like now. So apart from the first day which was kinda disastrous because I was like some fish out of water, the subsequent two days were much much better because over time you sort of know how to manage each of them and the things that make them excited or will frustrate them. Happy for a new experience and a new way of approaching ministry! Now I tell my cell group about all the horror stories of the children misbehaving and I threaten them "don't be like Kids Games!" hahaha not the best approach but considering that my cell is just one or two years after Sunday School, it kinda works hahaha.

So it being children's ministry, they have a points system for each group which they constantly use to motivate all of them. I am mildly amused whenever one of the teachers award like 2000 points each for all groups, because it kinda seems senseless to me as everyone will just be on the same level! Then might as well don't give if there's no inequality right. Hahaha but each time they earn points, they cheer like crazy, even if all groups get the same points. And all the denominations are huge and inflated, haha I don't even think they understand how much a thousand is, they just like to feel great that they have so many points. And one thing I really wish the same for youth ministry is the level of enthusiasm that all the children have towards games! The games team announces that we are going to play captain's ball, and all of them just yayyyy! It's never like this in youth.

Anyway enough of that, happy for the new friends made (although they very young) and had lots of fun, although I'm left really tired. So it was with quite a lot of trepidation that my lack of sleep this past week will end up affecting me today! Today was the Standard Chartered marathon, I did the half marathon instead of running the full. Quite an experience, because I have never ran anything more than 12km or 13km in my life. Even when I was in army, I missed both years of the Army Half Marathon because of guard duty both years! But anyway it was a great personal achievement, glad I finished even though I was walking most of it haha and I finished in three hours. It can be something that I will consider doing again! But for now my legs are absolutely aching and I am super sleepy. They said there will be energy gels and bananas, but apparently the half-marathon is second-rate to the full, because I didn't see any gels or bananas at all. And we only got our 100 plus after the 12km water point, whereas the full marathon had it at EVERY water point. Bah still a great experience nonetheless, didn't really train for this but ahhh I did it!

Friday, 2 December 2011

Oh my it's 6am now and I just woke up out of nowhere, I have at least another hour of sleep to grab before I need to get up and prepare for Kids Games, but shall document this blog post first heh. My thoughts could do with this mulling in blogosphere haha. So yesterday's first foray into children's ministry was not the best of the best experiences. I've done some stuff with my Sunday School before, but now thinking back, I realized that those activities were mostly stuck at the upper primary levels. We've had those adopt-a-kid thingy at JC where we bring little ones all around the school, but it's just not the same when it comes to church ministry. And the reason why I thought I had such a difficult time yesterday was because I really really don't know what to do with so many 6-year-olds, and a handful of 7s and 8s and 9s and 10s blah. Haha maybe it's because I've been so comfortable in youth ministry, and to approach children so young is inherently a much different experience altogether. 

Then again it could be because I got a trying group, truth be told they each are angels and the cutest soft toys ever, but then they get excited and refuse to sit down and keep quiet and run around everywhere. And partly because I'm not a disciplinarian, I always think that if I do become a teacher and they put me as the discipline master, all hell will break loose in the school because I really wouldn't know how to be firm and scold all the time! Okay la it's really heartwarming when you see them put effort into the crafts they are doing or the games they are playing, and then out of nowhere they cling to you and ask you to be their partner and want to sit beside you and hold your hand everywhere they go, but these are all the fine and fluffy things the moment they start to quarrel and get frustrated and cry and refuse to listen ugh. Maybe it's just my group la haha I had crazy temperamental ones, but yeah I seriously think we came in last in all the games because they don't like to cooperate as a team. Not like I think they really care about winning hahaha they just want to have fun. But it becomes a little demoralizing for me and I am so tired of trying to manage them. 

Okay today is day 2, and hope that it is a better day! Seriously lacking sleep, aftermath of exams. 

Thursday, 1 December 2011

I am done with exams! On the overall this has gotta be one of the more easy-going semesters in the two plus three years that I've been at university. The reading requirements are a lot less demanding than previous years, because the modules that I took this semester just somehow happened to be that way. As a result I am reading more novels and plays and poetry this semester instead of boring dissertation papers or scholarly journal articles. And one of the modules was a 100% continual assessment, which meant no final exams for that module! And another was a MCQ which I could afford to not place much attention to. But still, studying took its toll and assignments were horribly late. Anyway the semester is over! 

Just about the most dramatic that happened was that I mistook my exam dates! I thought that the last two papers that I was supposed to sit for was on Tuesday, but it turned out to be on Wednesday instead. Thankfully it was not after the paper is over that I realize I missed it! But anyway that gave me an unexpected extra day to study. Haha now to look forward to Kids Games for the next three days, and then I have a half-marathon to run on Sunday. Instantaneously busy the moment exams end. 

Sunday, 27 November 2011

In the middle of exams period now, have finished two papers and still have two remaining next Tuesday before I am a free bird. But immediately right after is Kids Games and a whole lot of other things on the to-do list to complete, because I have report back for reservist middle of December and that's like most of the vacation gone. Heh oh well busy busy.

And thankful for all the people who always volunteer to buy food, or run errands for me when I'm studying in church! My revision progress is real slow but at least I am studying haha I'm close to just throwing it all up in the air and go into exam hall cooking up some balmy storm.

Have a half-marathon to run next Sunday, and I'm totally not prepared for it. They say try to aim to at least attempt 60~70% of the required distance as part of preparation, but I didn't do anything more than 7km this whole month except for tonight with Coleman. Aching muscles and dead tired. How to study.

Okay last thing, happy for my cell and the way they are growing. Getting out with them more because it's holidays, hahaha at the expense of revision but I will make up for it somewhere. And glad for all the opportunities to communicate with the Pri 6s this year, because I kinda think it's gonna be one of the smoothest transitions I'll have ever. They are calling my uncle =(

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Another half an hour till my birthday, and I am sitting here being dubious about my age! Hahaha 2011 minus away 1988 is 23 right??? I am 23 this year right? Haha not saying that I am the oldest person alive, but I feel old and I fall into the category of twenty-somethings trying to find a job and get married and start a family. But that's not going to happen till another couple of years when I graduate from university and bam here we go into being fully adult, assuming that I'm all ready to marry.

Anyway, it really didn't feel like the eve of my birthday, truth be told I wasn't even keeping track until mid-day today. And if I were to use a hackneyed and trite word, it would have to be "surreal" because I really think this whole waiting-for-your-birthday thing is very surreal. My birthday is just another day, that's what I always say. But when I'm actually waiting for it to happen it really is very surreal. So this post represents my last gasps at being 22 and grasping at air to stay relevant concurrent ebullient.

Oh and while I'm at that. Today I realized that I will be taking on my 5th batch of Sec 1 youths starting next year. Have been trying to form communications with them since middle of this year, trying to find out who are the little children that will terrorize me next year. I've been trying to catch them after Sunday service or whatever, got to know some of them closer at the Pri 6 camp a while back... But I told myself the work won't really begin until they get hold of my email or phone number or Facebook and start having sustained conversations with me. Today Auntie Christina told me they are telling everyone to sign up for Kids Games because Uncle Guan You will be there too! I am happy for the former news, but not the latter! What Uncle Guan You!! And with that I caught one or two of them on chat. Uh oh it's been 5 years and I barely counted. Half a decade.

Okay 20 minutes to go now. 

Saturday, 19 November 2011

This post simply has to be written, and I will not do it justice if I do not say it as it is. You can view this as a mini-continuation post from two or three days ago, which I mentioned somewhere that I was asked to lead worship at Balestier Corps new building opening ceremony. So yup, leading worship isn't something new for me hahaha, I've done it enough times to know what to do, and it's almost as if it were routine? Heh I think that's the danger of doing something too many times, that ministry becomes formulaic and form without substance. Of course I try really hard not to fall into a rut, each opportunity to serve God through worship leading or sharing the message or anything, I really hope something special will happen and I put in my best. 

But I gotta confess slightly, I kinda remembered going into this Balestier worship not focusing fully on what I need to focus on. Partly because it was a very busy weekend with other worship leading AND message sharing engagements AND incomplete essays, so in all honesty Balestier was not high on the priority list. And then we had to have worship prac without a drummer because Spencer will be late, but I had very very good musicians who agreed to play for me, so much so that I remembered this specific prayer thanking God for blessing me with a team of musicians that are much more experienced than I am! And we kinda headed into the actual worship with only half an hour of rushed practice with the full team, without much clue what to do or where to go with each song. Onstage into worship I really don't really remember much of what happened, but I know it just kinda reached automatic pilot mode because the songs were familiar and it didn't rely on me to get to where I needed it to go, it was all natural and flowing. And coming off it wasn't too difficult either, I was nervous to close and couldn't wait to get off haha. 

Sooo, long-winded story aside, I was very very surprised after everything ended, Rachael from Balestier's youth came up to me and suggested that we should have a inter-corps worship exchange, because they all thought that our music style was really different and more importantly, they really felt God through the worship. That put me in a huge fix, because I didn't have the heart to tell her that as far as I knew, it was pretty normal to us! But a few days later I received another affirmation from Didi, this time from Twitter, that Sunday was great and God was there. I'm like, someone please teach me how to respond humbly to compliments because I will just pooh-pooh it because it's always human tendency to beat yourself down and say nahhh not me laaaa. But the third and most recent was last evening, when Meena agreed that Balestier felt like it was a youth camp, and His presence could really be felt because it was like a combined service but strictly was really not? Haha and in part due to the games too, which I was happily jumbling up people's shoes. 

But there you go, three confirmations and three different times from three different sources. It doesn't get clearer than this, if I continue to ignore this, the next thing that God needs to do to show me something is to throw some lightning bolts at where I am currently sitting and jolt me into action. But it's just amazing to me how something that I think is so unworthy can be transformed into something that others perceive as brilliance or magnificence or splendour of God. I didn't seek out to transform lives when I headed into Balestier, and I think it really isn't up to me to decide what God wants to do with this jars of clay. I look back now and kinda wished that I put in more effort into this or into that, hahaha but I don't think it would have made much difference if God hadn't been the one to transform. I'm just so thankful and so blessed to be a part of this, and it needs somewhere a miracle to convince me otherwise that that Balestier evening was not a special kiss from heaven. 

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Recently I've been catching colds far more often than I should! And it's quite bad, because there are mornings when I wake up and I thought that it was just the occasional sinus attack, but it goes on for the whole day and degenerates into terrible sneezing bouts and headaches and leaky nose. Don't know what's wrong with my nose and I try not to aggravate it. I think the doctors will probably tell me that it's something to do with dust or some mild allergy. But no point for me to worry about dust mites because I'm living in a rented apartment now anyway haha, and this problem has been around even before I shifted. Gaargh. 

And I try my best not to depend on my antihistamine medicines too much, because I don't want to develop some drug immunity due to excessive or frequent medication. Haha or can someone tell me that this fear is not founded in concrete medical proof? Whichever way it is, I try to delay medication as long as I can, and hoping that the cold will just go away on its own. But more often than not, it kinda worsens. 

And and and and! I wanna gripe about the antihistamine medicine that I've been taking regularly! I am allergic to paracetamol, so I need to be very careful with medicine haha. I switched from the usual chlorpheniramine tablets to Clarinase about 3 to 4 years ago, I think it was due to one afternoon when I desperately needed medication and someone just got me Clarinase from the pharmacy. But anyway, they bill themselves as non-drowsy and fast relief, but each time I take it, I fall into some stupor and everything gets groggy! So much for non-drowsy!! Anyway Clarinase used to be those 4 to 6-hour tablets, so the effect kinda wears off within that time frame after you get well. But last year they've switched it to 24-hour extended release tablets, which means that the drug effect slowly releases its medication over 24 hours! Which means each time I take one of those stupefacient pills, my reflexes slow and my speech slurs and I don't think properly, for about one whole day. Nonsense la what non-drowsy??? It makes me want to sleep each time! 

I think Auntie Adeline used to always tell me that all these non-drowsy flu tablets are all a lie, because when you are sick you just have to rest and recuperate in order to recover. Most of the time I cave in to the drowsiness, because I really cannot take it hahaha I don't want to fight the fatigue. And mostly I wake up feeling much better, and I'm thinking this isn't any different if I had continued with my chlorpheniramine medication! That one is a sure potent drowsy-inducing sleep pill, I take one and I need a bed within half an hour. And Clarinase obviously does not keep me awake, I'm just hesitant and reluctant to switch medication. Haha alright I need to go back to sleep, Clarinase is in extended release. 

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

The weekend was arguably one of the busiest and craziest for the entire year. There were some hall rentals on Friday, led worship at Balestier on Saturday, Pri 6 / Sec 2 graduation and Gracehaven worship and sharing the message on Sunday, all amidst two 2000-word essays that were due on Monday! Okay I really really left it very late, because I was busy with other things and I was trying to get some semblance of exam revision started, which kinda ended up neglecting the essays to focus on all the other things. But I have to say, every single one of the weekend programme went well, and I'm thankful that all the essays are finished and done.

Glad that Balestier Corps finally shifted to their new building, and celebrating their 75th! Haha not that I desperately wanted them to get out from our church building, but kinda think it's rather befitting that they get their own building, with new equipment and everything! Will miss having the Balestier people around every weekend. I'm so used to meeting all of them every Sunday and that's the weekly catch-up. And of course, it was a privilege for me to play for worship in a couple of their services, and having them around so often that it is almost taken for granted. But yeah, Balestier is not far from Bishan haha.

And glad that Gracehaven was great, it was my first time sharing the message there, and I keep going on about how it is really quite different when I first started leading worship there. Because all the old old people that I know have mostly discharged from the home, and the newer people I have only interacted on limited occasions. But I still think that it is very important to go in and support, because you just have to start somewhere from Salvation Army's social services. And grateful for all the opportunities.

Elsewhere, my house which was undergoing renovation, it is 80% completed now, but we are repainting the whole house so it will still take a while. And Dad's back from Philippines for a couple of weeks. Okay, gotta study for exams in the coming week, I need to tear myself away from all the distractions. 

Friday, 4 November 2011

I'm seriously procrastinating and taking my time to complete these two remaining essays. Yes aargh just when I thought I was done with the mad slew of assignments two or three weeks ago, I still have two major ones due on 14th November. And probably why I am not really getting down to serious work is because, well, there's still another ten days! It's the first time all term that I actually started early and didn't leave it till like 48 hours before the time deadline to start work haha. The downside is just that I don't have any urgency and no strong impetus to get it done at all, and I highly suspect it will just remain mulling and milling without writing itself for the next few days.

Elsewhere, there are a few things that I need to keep in mind so that I have ample time to complete my assignments on time and also to begin some semblance of revision for final term exams. Balestier Corps is shifting back to Balestier, sharing for Gracehaven, Pri 6 graduation, and possibly some more stuff which I can't recall offhand. November will probably be crazy, and I'm only at the beginning of the month. 

Monday, 31 October 2011

The weekend was awesome for a number of reasons. First was that I eventually got down to agreeing to share my Bangladesh trip experiences for this year's group that will be going up. My captive audience were like 5 aunties, or aunties-to-be. Hahaha but it was so full of God, and I am really thankful for opportunities like these that gives me a reason to share. Privileged and thrilled to be a part of World Vision's movement. They're trying to get me down as a more permanent volunteer. We'll see where this leads to heh.

Second cool thing was my first visit to Universal Studios! Invitation to go cos there were free tickets from Joanna, with Shihui and Meng Ren and Anastasia (new friend). It was Halloween celebration, so there were zombies walking all over and ghouls and vampires. My first time on a major roller coaster too, probably not doing it again anytime soon haha. Hate the drops. And final thing to mark the weekend is the first running exercise since goodness knows when. Participating in a half marathon in Dec, and I am totally in trouble because I have not been running or exercising at all. Won't have the time too I think, because school is just so busy with assignments and exams. Muscles are aching now, but I aim to do at least a 15km before the event. Have a month to go haha

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Today marks day one of my very first involuntary house eviction since I moved to Bishan when I was like 2 or 3. Mum has decided that the house badly needed a face-lift, so we're revamping the entire kitchen and the toilets, and eventually there will be a wall repaint. The renovation workers came this morning to demolish everything, and we're currently housed at my neighbour's apartment because it's too dusty to live with the rubble and debris. And just in case you were planning to pay me a surprise visit or something equivalent on that one-in-a-trillionth odds, I am just down the corridor on the same level from my original home. It is literally next door, which helps greatly because it makes for easy shifting of all the necessities we require at this temporary home for the next month or so.

It is a bad idea as well because I feel like my real home is still next door, but it is not livable and it doesn't make much sense to go back there at night. I think I envisioned it such that I could just stay out the whole day and escape from all the renovation and noise, then at night just go back to colonizing the study room and go to bed in my bedroom. Obviously this was highly idealistic, because now everything is boarded up and doors are locked and there's tonnes of boxes everywhere. I don't really favor the need to move, even if it is just temporarily.

Still adapting. Haha we are all creatures of comfort.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

A lot of things on my mind, and it's all got to do with time and space. I think that as long as I'm still a part of this society, whatever the forms, there's always the occasional celebrations that you sort of have to be there for. Like birthday parties, new baby, gatherings. I'm fulfilling my social obligations this month, while at the same time finding enough time to bring my studies to some semblance of order. And once in a while I catch up with news of certain people and I am struck by (1) how they used to be my friends (2) how long since I met them or heard anything from them (3) how I should go about catching up. 

There's just something that I can't really put my finger down to it. In between all the itinerant journeys from school to home to church to guitar teaching assignments, I somehow feel mildly alive to be doing so many things all at once. The offer just came this morning from World Vision to share about Bangladesh trip last year, and something is preventing me from saying yes. Haha I don't know what is, I'm not shy I've got all the stories to tell I have marginally more time now than last few weeks I can easily do this, but I think I'm just lazy and trying to find excuses not to take it up. And then there's all the hall rentals and various church commitments in Nov and Dec which I so readily agree. This is a two-headed snake. 

The side-note is, I think I do not deserve the phenomenal grades that I got back for most of my assignments. For all the last minute procrastination and sleepless nights and general tardiness, I am amazed and thankful. At the start of this semester I told myself that I didn't want to treat my entire undergraduate degree like it's some cheapened second-rate experience, because I have been doing so past two years and I want to start justifying  my presence in the university haha. Not that it really worked out, but at least good marks are a way to start.


Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Chalked up yet another sleepless night while in the quest to complete my essay. Yup, sleepless is really no sleep. For the entire night. For the umpteenth time this semester, be it for essay or for assignments or readings or whatever. I am going to school and everyone is going to tell me I look horrible and if I am hopeful enough they will pat pat my head an tell me to sleep more. I know all these will catch up in time, I am shortening my life span, I'm going to collapse from exhaustion. But I really seem to have the most energy after 12midnight everyday. My brain comes alive and everything clicks at midnight and the essay flies. Haha not last night, at 4am I was still stuck at 500/2500 and it was a bit worrying. Or maybe I should just stop putting essays till the eleventh hour and then finally do something about it. 12midnight is when entire galaxies are birthed and the stars start colliding with each other to produce even more stars.

For now I am going to operate on screensaver mode in school and try and stay awake. I reckon I will last till 2pm then I will feel the toll from last night. Still have two more major assignments for this sem, but hey are due a month away and I haven't got any info on it yet. On a happy note, I'm going shopping for Priya adopted Bangladeshi tonight. Haha what do 14 year old girls like? Of a different culture of a different gender.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

There are some things in life that I just do not have faith in. You know those plastic packets that they give you when you order hot drinks from the coffee shop? Yeah I have this irrational fear that the plastic will just decide to tear and all the liquid inside will spill out all over the floor. I think it comes from the fact that we use those same plastic packets for water bombs at camps! So everytime they put my hot coffee in one of those plastic packets, I have mental images of that coffee exploding on someone.

And then in school, they put the coffee in a proper cup with a proper lid, but it is not a styrofoam cup. Which meant that it will be too hot to hold it for long periods of time. So o combat that, you can take one of those small plastic bag material thing to loop around the cup and it will act as a carrier. But for the life of me I have never taken one of those things. I'd rather hold the cup physically without using that carrier thing. There's a way to hold it without getting scalded, just hold the top and bottom without holding it by the middle. Again I fear that the carrier will snap, because it is plastic bag material!! Or worse I fear that the carrier will inadvertently snap open the lid of the cup and I don't know and I will be spilling coffee while walking.

Guitar class with the three aunties taught me one thing today: to have simple, child-like faith. Because that's all that matters, knowing and believing without seeing. I need to trust and hope that everything works out fine.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

The past 48 hours were a blur to me, because things happened so quickly and there were so much to do. I don't think I was very awake at all! But yeah, there was the Pri 6 camp from Thursday to Friday, and was co-leading worship for SAY service last night, and in between all those I had to find time to write a 2000-word essay that was due today 5pm. The only downside was that I was supposed to go Johor Bahru with the other cell members (Matt's cell) and I couldn't because there was no way my essay could have written itself while I'm away. Haha but oh well, essay is finished already and I enjoyed myself tremendously at P6 camp. 

For the record, I think it was my first children's camp? I've been on outings with Sunday School because it is sort of required in the job scope for Sec 1 and 2 cell leader haha, but I've never gone on an actual overnight camp or longer than a couple of hours or the such. It wasn't that difficult la hahaha I think P6 Sec 1 Sec 2 all very close to each other, so it wasn't terribly back-bending for me to connect to their wavelength. But I don't know how long I will be doing this haha, now the age gap is 11 years! But the highlights were giving them free reins to start barbecue fire and cook food, Kar Leong's sex talk with them (okay more like growing up talk), and low elements rope confidence course. I did learn that at P6 they are a lot more forgiving and more accepting. A whole lot less judgmental, they can tease me for not getting up to actually do the rope course, but they'll forget the next instant. If it were youth group I will never hear the end of it! But yeah I didn't go up because I was really tired from doing essay the night before. WBC retreat centre has assumed new meanings for me for staying up late there haha. And of course at P6 the tears came a lot more easily for everyone too. Hahaha. And it culminated in SAY service which was easily all about God. Love how each time is a new way to experience God and see his grandeur in unity. 

I think shall go watch a movie to unwind or something. My mind is a little bit twitchy from the essay exhaustion and it is like in some state of euphoric high from too much coffee in the past 3 days. 

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

I discovered today a new abbreviation, and I'm not very sure if it's really common or the next big thing, because I have never ever seen it before prior to this. It goes "TL; DR", usually posted as a form of comment or reply to a post, and it stands for "Too Long; Didn't Read". And I'm instantly blown away by the wit and sarcasm and irony that went into this, hahaha this is precisely the kind of stuff that changes my life and have me staring in wonder! I'm amazed at how laconic and succint the abbreviation manages to convey. It's still in good grammar shape, and it's like one of those dismissive I-simply-can't-be-bothered things that you throw at annoying smugly people. And considering that I've never seen it before, my usage of such will get people asking what in the world was that, and the tables are instantly turned because it is then my turn to be smugly and I can recite out syllable for syllable just what I thought about their smugness! That's not to mention the semi-colon use, which makes it so upmarket and touché and dribbling with class. This kind of stuff is way above your usual LOL or IDKIDC or TYVM. It's a comeback with a kick-ass attitude; like a instant blame on you being too verbose and garrulous, and calls for people to get specific to the point and stop beating around the bush.

And as I am writing this, of couse I am aware that I fall into that category of taking out too many words to say something. Haha I've lost track of the amount of times people berate me for being naggy, or how I just have a tendency to put too many words in a sentence to explain something. Hahaha this post is like some confused self-reflexive piece. One moment I would totally relish using TL; DR on people, and the next moment I can totally imagine people commenting TL; DR to me. It is the great irony of it that makes me so highly amused at this heh! I love language and words, and I love the way how each word with its own meaning can be put together into sentences and paragraphs to form entire different meanings altogether. And to me the more words the better, because it is then you get all the space to express your emotions through your diction.

A lot of people don't care of course, and society just demands us to be concise and precise all the time because nobody has time to read a long SMS or email. Lest I sound sanctimonious, I fall into that trap myself too, because it is those emails that exceed five lines which sit in my inbox for a couple of days before I realise I need to sit down, get into wordy mode and type a reply. Everything must be instantaneous nowadays, if you can't say it in three lines then you won't get my attention.

I am very well aware that most of my blog posts will fit perfectly into the TL; DR category. Hahaha maybe that's why they have Twitter, it's 140 characters and nothing more. I think it's a fine balance. It's alright to be wordy at places, and unacceptable to be too short at others. Can you imagine if I submit a 140 character tweet as an essay assignment to my professor? Ah hahaha but one day if I really become a teacher, I'm going to write a fat TL; DR for all those who exceed word limits. And I will dot the dot and curl the comma accurately in that same penitential manner as required of that semi-colon.
Sleep patterns severely disrupted again, I only got to bed last night at 6am! And the start of this week looks to be another topsy-turvy week where I will not have a fixed sleeping pattern and everyone is going to comment that I look really tired and I lost weight. I think it's the long hair. Okay not really very long, but it's a mob on my head and the longer it grows the more wavy it becomes. My dad's hair is curly, but my mum's one is relatively straight, so I guess I got the in-between waves.

Anyway, I am really starting to like my guitar teaching assignments! This three ladies that I converse mostly to in Mandarin and I've been teaching them for a month odd or so now, I really like how their faith is so simple and straightforward. They are learning guitar because they want it to be like an avenue to praise God in their quiet time, and I am hugely impressed by the constant reminder to keep my life uncluttered. So many things threatening my attention everyday, and it's so difficult to not be bothered by everything that goes around me and to just focus. The other one is a French family, I'm teaching both the young daughter and her father. It put me in a huge fix because I was so afraid I will sound too old and rigid for the girl, and when it was her father's turn to learn, I had to work so hard to get rid of the "I'm-speaking-to-a-child" diction and tone, and a couple of times I caught myself belittling the dad! Gosh but all of them are an absolute delight, glad to know new people and to teach.

Okay. Sleep.

Saturday, 24 September 2011

So it's ten minutes to 1am and I'm sitting here in front of my laptop tired and disappointed, all of me wanting to fire up at a lot of things and getting all irritated. A million thoughts about basic responsibilities and commitments and everything flashing through my mind, and I am blogging now because it keeps me from sending any unwanted emails or SMSes that will vent my displeasure. Hopefully by the end of this post I'm more calmed down and I will try and see from another perspective. 

I think that I've done my part to the best of my abilities already, and I have prayed more than sufficiently and I am more than ever willing to let go and jump into the deep end trusting that it will be alright. I worry all the time, and I keep trying to tell myself to just relax and let go and trust, but I think I'm always caught unprepared when my worries materialize in front of me. I really don't appreciate the way the circumstances is/was, and I really really am on the verge of just demanding an explanation and exhort some sort of answer. If not deemed satisfactory I want to say just choose the blue pill or the red pill, either take it or leave it, it ends here tonight or you continue on and don't abandon it again. 

But then again nobody really gets anything done by intruding into other people's lives and coercing stuff from them. Aiya I don't know what to do la, and all of me screams tired and despondent but I cannot, and I really just want another long break. 

Okay I shall backspace all the SMSes I typed but didn't send, leave it for tomorrow. 

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

This post is for the mentee that just flew to Shanghai! Haha it will probably go unread by her because last I checked she doesn't visit this virtual space much, unless I tell her imperatively to read and only will she grudgingly  do so, while skipping most of the verbosity found here. But yeah, two Saturdays ago we were planning a surprise party for Jolene at her place, and she was coming back from her own cell outing (of which they were in cahoots with us too) and she was very pleasantly surprised. And a few days later I conveniently overslept for her send-off at the airport, and oversleeping is an understatement because I woke up an hour after her plane took off! Considering the time to travel to Changi airport and the time for pre-flight check in and whatever, it's a massive lateness. And it wasn't the biggest mistake in the world in my opinion because she is only gonna be there for half a year or so, but it is the biggest mistake like at this point right now because I only found out the huge gap that she left behind.

Okay I'm probably only saying this because I am slightly irritated and facing a huge test of patience, but I think that a lot of times I take it for granted that she's just there doing the things that she does without really making a show of her doing the things that she does. And I'm always so flippantly habitual in telling the girls in my cell that if they have girly problems they can go find Jolene because I would never understand them. I can't exactly be there if they want a hug right? And then I always think people connect with their same gender a lot better than with the opposite, and I see how the girls share a bond with Jolene that I think I will never ever see with myself, cos it's just different! Which is kinda true haha I would totally imagine them telling the korkor one thing but telling the jiejie the same thing but with a lot more emotions and details and blah.

So while she is escaping from everything in Singapore and working in Shanghai, I feel like the sec one and two cells is now led by three guys who will just neglect all the girls and steam-roller over all their feelings hahaha. Okay nah maybe not, but I miss her perspectives on the way I do things, and I miss her helping out by just being there. And of course I miss the friendship la haha it's just not the same knowing that she might be at church Thurs Fri Sat Sun and consequently feeling as though I always take this routine with such banality. It feels like forever that I've known her, not as well as I should or I could but might be because she was my cell member and then co-cell leader, which makes it all the more easier to just look out for her and pray for her haha. And when I'm through thinking that she always seems to be this little girl, God will always surprise me by showing that she's just as equal in Christ as any other. 

Saturday, 10 September 2011

"Four o'clock in the morning, my mind is filled with a thousand thoughts of you" hahaha gosh this becoming quite a hazardous thing to do, posting song lyrics as my blog post starters which relate aptly to the time. I assure you seriously that I did not plan to wait till the time just so I can include that in. But today was a day where I met a lot of friends after not seeing or hearing anything from them for a long time. Strangely it had to be all on today. So the list ran something like primary school friends, army friend, former church friends, friend that I did project with two years ago, and friend from some church. With the passage of time and everything that happens in each others' life, it's happy to know that somewhere out there people are finding life worthy for them to live as well as I do.

And after the brief catch-up, it takes me some frantic Facebooking to verify everything about what the other person is doing now, maybe leave a half-sincere message to go out for a meal sometime, great for the chance meet-up, blah blah. And it's almost a travesty when I discover that we aren't even Facebook friends. Which really gets me thinking sometimes about the fragility of human relationships? I remembered not too long ago that you were crying on my shoulders over something which seemed really tragic at that time, but looking back now and seeing where it took you, it hardly mattered at all. I remembered that time when we did that club notebook thing where we filled it with mazes and short stories which we will take turns to write, hardly seems all that mature now. I remembered the lunch where we sat for hours and poured out everything that we had concerning our ideas of faith and what it meant to us, and now it's just hello new set of problems, different
seasons.

I do wonder if the other party goes through an equally thoughtful reminiscence of the old times like I do. Or, if at all, this should be accepted as part and parcel of growing up and getting old. Who would have thought that at that gangly prepubescent age, you would turn out so well-built. Who would have thought that you two will eventually get married. Things change, and people go through so many different seasons too. I don't know if that friendship that mattered quite a lot to me a few years ago still holds the same weight now.

Okay, sleep I go. Long day tomorrow. 

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Doing what I do with the sec one and twos sometimes gives me a certain insight into what grabs their attention and what they find amusing. Whenever I study about postmodernism in university, the lecturers just love to say that "you generation are literally born into the postmodern age". Which is kinda true, we were at the cusp of huge technology changes and Internet and iPods and iPhones; everything is configured to be visual and instantaneous. But sometimes I have to disagree with the lecturers, because the youths that I hang out with ten years my junior are even more crazy than I am about instantaneous visuals. If I'm borned into that age, then they ARE the postmodern age. But enough about postmodernity conditions, here are three Internet stuff that I've come across in my two or three years being a cell leader for that age group. Each one is as buffling and obscure and it's mystifying why they are crazy over it at their respective ages.

  • Charlie the Unicorn

I distinctly remember being extremely new to the 13-14 year old age group and I'm trying to fit into their age and understand what rocks their boat. And it wasn't until Samantha and Celine found out OH MY GOSH YOU DUNNO CHARLIE THE UNICORN and then they happily and jumpily and crazily showed me this, that they really felt as though they successively inducted me into their lives. For the life of me I still don't know what this is about, and watching it again now I would point at it and say po-mo! But three years ago it seemed like the biggest thing on earth and I was Charlie the unbelieving unicorn to them, because I was a skeptic and old man and pragmatic and grumpy. And they kept threatening to bounce on me each time I refused to do their nefarious biddings, and I can't remember how I endured all the "Chaaaarrrlieeee" chants they did!

  • Miss Swan

This one was a year later, and supposedly a year wiser when it comes to these things, but Andrea and Eunice demanded that they borrow my laptop this instant to watch this, because some teacher in their school showed them Miss Swan and they wanted to watch the rest of the series! There are many other Miss Swan misadventures, you can watch it if you like this kind of humour, but it proved as bad a idea as Charlie the unicorn because for about two months after that, they were speaking in Miss Swan's bumbling accent. Jolene and I will ask them questions to Bible study and they answered in Miss Swan speak, and when we get annoyed they'll mock sob and "where did the love go"! Gets me all irked up, but hard to stay annoyed for long because right after that they will laugh like crazy and it's impossible not to share their joy at Miss Swan. 

  • Nyan Cat

This is the most recent, and arguably most annoying! Courtesy of Si Xuan, because I've heard of it but I don't know what is this cat thing so she showed me the website. It's just the Nyan Cat flying through space, and the music looped to infinity to irritate people! Okay the tune is catchy for the first ten seconds, and anything beyond that is agony. And if you go to the website you can apparently Nyan for many seconds and you can post that score on Twitter, but it's essentially just letting the browser sit there for hours and chalk up a respectable count while listening to the looped song! I have no idea how something as simple as this can be so annoying, and I have no idea why would the world all over love such things! Anyway Si Xuan says she wants to nyan at me tomorrow, I don't know how this will turn out. 


There-there-there-go! Miss Swan style.

Friday, 2 September 2011

Perhaps it will be good for me if I explain my absence from this blog and also absence from Singapore last weekend! Kuching did me great, being able to get out of Singapore and totally ignore all school/church work for a while. Of course that had its consequences, because now I'm struggling to play keep-up with all my module readings and books. But it was a good trip, the brass band was up there to support with various playing engagements, and I was up there as admin guy or photographer or worship leader (one which I had to readily volunteer to justify me being up there heh). Caught up with the old friends, most of whom are like the second or third time that I'm meeting them only, but they are so jubilant at my arrival in Kuching again and I'm just warmed by their hospitality. Made new friends too, next time I see them I've gotta get more stuff.

Elsewhere, I am absolutely dying in my school work. I have many many Victorian literature to read, the novels are brilliantly written, just that I am a slow reader and unfortunately I do not have time on my side to savor each book. And I regret to say that the tutorial for one of the lit modules was absolutely horrendous. It was a presentation on Wuthering Heights, the guy was speaking in English, his choice of words were a little upmarket but no problem I knew most of the meanings of his vocabulary, he had no foreign accents, he spoke quite fluently, just that for the life of me I couldn't understand head to tail what concept or theme or idea he was trying to bring forth. He went on and on about some abstractions which I totally do not see any link at all to the novel, and it got so bad that to hide my obvious jaw dropping what-is-this-nonsense, I had to pretend to refer to the novel here and there, scribble some notes. When he finished I half expected the professor to exclaim in bewilderment too. But nope, the whole class began to critique positively on his presentation, and they were similarly talking in English but I just couldn't understand what they are trying to debate about!! I mean, it can't be just me right? There was not a thing I understood and I sat there like an idiot grasping at things that were whizzing above my head but never catching it. I have no idea how on earth I am going to sit for the mid-term test next week. 

Friday, 26 August 2011

Will be on a plane and flying to Kuching in less than 12 hours, and I don't really know why I am going on this trip. Haha the bandsmen are going up to support them with a funfair that they're going to have, and Daniel sort of just asked if I wanted to go and I was free either way so I just said yes. But it was an opportunity that I can't have said no to also, been there two years ago and was richly blessed by the people there, and have quite a few friends there whom I simply cannot not visit. Is it wrong to go for personal reasons then!? Hahaha but I will be admin guy and photographer.

It's only the end of week 3 in school and I feel like I am severely behind work! Gosh how did it end up like this. 

Thursday, 25 August 2011

I love my literature classes. I really do. I don't write as well as I should, and I don't read as much as I should, but I love the way how I can sit in class and listen about the vastly different comments on a text or film or image or whatever we're given to analyse. It's the lit classes that throw me completely off my comfort zone. When I walk into a geography module at the start of the term, I already know what to expect. Probably because I've been through more geog classes than most people so after a while you know the scopes of research and academia that goes into urban cities, development, tourism, economy, etc. But my lit classes are a colossal mystery prior to the first lecture. The module names go "Psychoanalysis" and "Tragedy" and "16/17/18/19/20th Century" and I will be okayyy so what happened centuries before my time, and all the concepts are way too philosophical for me to comprehend in a single day.

And somehow everyone seems to know it better than I do, they exchange insightful critiques and complicated verbose that happen all above my head and I'm grasping at thin air. I sit there like a blubbering idiot wondering what are the books I need to read to be able to present dialectics like they could. Whatever that I want to say I'm always hesitant to eject, because I constantly think that it smacks of high school touch-and-go tripe which barely scratches the surface. But I've also learnt that there really is no condemnation and shame in my lit classes. They kinda like building up and adding onto what the previous comment was, so I try to make sure that I speak up among the first few hahaha so that whatever I banal stuff I say establishes the ground and then people build on for me and they'll quote me "like what Guan You said earlier"! Or else I will propose outrageous ideas, mainly because I don't really have much else to add, and so I go on and question whether that character is bisexual. Then there will be this huge debate for or against that.

Which brings to mind how I walked today into the smallest and most intimate lit tutorial I've ever had thus far. The immediate trouble was that all of them seemed to be lit majors and they apparently know each other, so I kinda just hid in my corner acting all smug and mighty because I really didn't know anyone in that class. Okay to be truthful it really felt like one of those book clubs! There were only like ten people, and the venue was the prof's office, which was cramped with wooden bookshelves towering all over the place and there were stacks of Penguin Classics in each shelf. Tell me if this doesn't seem like one of those quaint book attics and all of us were packed into this tiny abscess discussing Victorian authors. But for the nice people and new friends that I've met, it was worth the shoulder-to-shoulder squeeze. I highly suspect that this is one of the tutorials which I really cannot bluff my way through, and already they are imposing their imprints everywhere. I mean, it's one thing to enjoy Great Expectations, but I get a little bit scared when they gush in girly-speak "I lurrrrve Dickens". Heh but that's another post for another time. Right now I can't wait for next week's book club.

I don't really know what is it that I want to bring across in this post. 

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Today I found out that I actually can teach guitar entirely in Mandarin-speak! Never ever thought that I would be walking down this path, and this is definitely one of my better achievements for this year! Just taken up a new guitar tuition job for this three ladies that I have never met before, and the only caveat in the job description was that they requested for the lessons to be conducted in Mandarin and that they want to learn worship songs in Mandarin too. My knowledge in that area is severely limited to as many of the handful of times I have assisted Chinese Corps with their praise and worship segment, and even then I cannot remember the songs that they introduced me to! The worship songs I know in Mandarin are all the ones that have been translated from their English counterparts. 

So it was with some trepidation that I'm taking on this job, and possibly continuing it for the next few months or so. I had to Google Translate last night for specific nouns like music note, chord, guitar string, metronome, tuner, octave haha oh my it took me quite a bit of time just to memorize all that! But I thank God that I lasted through the entire hour plus plus with barely an English word muttered, apart from all the music notes like C sharp heh there's no Mandarin alternative to that right?? Happy for the new friends made, and I'm determined to learn more Mandarin worship songs. This reminds me strongly of leading that Indonesian/Malay praise song at Malaysian Camp. Cool, my worship ministry is going multi-lingual. 

Monday, 22 August 2011

Hahaha 1.15am now and it's so apt to sing "it's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now..."! It's on my repeated playlist for a while because I like the harmony for that song. And nope, I am not deliberately holding out till 1.15am just so that I can be cheesy and include that lyric in. But yeah, anything beyond this time and it will be what Joanna would term an "odd hour" because I've been sleeping at 5am so much in the past three months! And I don't think my body clock ever adjusted back from the crazy summer holidays sleep circadian. I have friends in university who still keep telling me that three four months after not meeting, I still have that same dazed sleepy look on my face like I'm constantly tired. Nahh I think they meant to say I have small eyes. Or my slight-curly messy hair is giving me that dream look. 

But I really feel like I can function and operate best at night. I plain cannot study much in the day, and at night my brain activates some spark plug somewhere and my thoughts go into some whirlpool. Haha I kinda like how my room and laptop and seat is my recess and my silo for all the crazy things that happen in my head at night. I think whole universes are being borned and stars are smashing and creating new planets and whatnot this instant now. It's crazy, and I really should go write a book or something. 

Right now I am reading John Donne and Christopher Marlowe. Not the best things to read at a quarter after one because of blank verses and out-of-my-era English and Elizabethan tragedy and outrageous conceits. 

Thursday, 18 August 2011

This is the one thousandth post for this blog! Well, at least according to the counter on Blogger, and barring any drafts that are not posted or any unaccounted for entries. This is a milestone to reach, and keeping in mind that it took a relatively long time to reach this many posts! First began this blog waaay back in 2004 when I was still actively playing Neopets hahaha and when I still have dial-up connection at home just to get on the Internet. But yup, it's a miracle that I'm still posting here with the advent of Twitter and Facebook and all sorts of other social media! Feels like this blog is a dinosaur in comparison to instantaneous, on-the-go updates at Twitter.

And I am constantly reminded that this virtual space is always a simulacrum of a diary equivalent if I do keep one? I know I am literally borned into the postmodern society where everything is based on the immediate visual, and sometimes it's hard to perceive that I have this archive of thoughts and feelings collected over the years in some, err, ethereal space. Intangible, yet constantly accessible, haha it blows my mind. I would be really sad if somehow the main blog server crashed or I accidentally deleted this blog, and I lose everything that I have written here. Should I back up my blog entries hahaha???

Elsewhere, I know that I am in some form of technological trouble when I start to think that all the display screens of electronic devices are all touchscreen! For those who have yet know I recently jumped on the iPhone bandwagon, and I'm getting very used to the entire "what I want I poke at it" concept. It's really cool and quite intuitive, except that this morning I was on my old iPod and I wanted it to repeat the song it just played and I stupidly jabbed at the screen several times before realizing that it is not touchscreen! Of course the iPod worked with the clicker wheel, and I felt like a fool. But yup, I remember the days when mp3 players came in 128MB and 256MB and 512MB, and then the iPod came along and revolutionized everything, and now iPhone and everything is so radical and different and technology changed every quotidian habit. Although sometimes I think that I am the one regressing technology, and I totally understand why my mother has huge pains and troubles with her new touchscreen phone too. Think my sister and I are both taking turns reprimanding the mother what to do and what not to do just to get her to call/SMS. The tables are turned now. Wahaha. 

Monday, 15 August 2011

Posting this as I just managed to navigate my way to where i wanna go at NUH! I have a class here in another hour, and honestly this place is a labyrinth with all the different departments and whatnot. Yup, school have started for me, after months of binning around and being able to wake up as late as I want everyday heh. I have two literature modules covering the Renaissance and the 19th century, two geography modules, and the NUH one is reproductive health hahaha.

And have been busy with many church things! We were at a leaders' retreat last week, then had a funfair yesterday, and was at Gracehaven for their service. Funfair in particular was fun! My cell group probably didn't require as much preparations as the other cells, but it was still a lot of work!

I'm eavesdropping on the conversations of these two NUH staff ladies who're sitting beside me for lunch now. One is attending a course on benefits of carbohydrates, and the other just came down for lunch from a busy emailing day. Feel so medical scientific gaargh. Okay I shall not neglect this blog space. But my next post is my thousandth I think haha

Friday, 29 July 2011

One thing that is beginning to irk me (and probably bugger at myself to do something) is seeing some of the youths being a bit too liberal with vulgarities and swear words on social media. It's probably not too common to open my Facebook and Twitter and be greeted with words that probably should be symb*lized or striked or in any form of censure suitable. And all the more disturbing if they are friends from my church and I know them well enough and I really really don't see the need for such strong words. Well, "strong words" is probably an euphemism hehh.

Well I definitely would understand, and in all honesty and admissions of guilt I have cursed and swore and fallen more times than I should into that trap before. I came from an all-boys primary and secondary school, and boys of course hold nothing back from swearing! Well okay not so terribly in primary school. We were still measurably innocent, so we will play games like "bus first bus second then bus what?", or there's the "sack A sack B then sack what?" hahaha! I can't believe I used to think "sexy" was one of those huge vulgarities! Then of course, someone in the class will eventually learn some swank Hokkien curse, so we upgraded our pronunciation games to "translate chicken white in Chinese". And whenever some unsuspecting guy says it, either unknowingly or he really does not know the meaning, there will be a huge uproar ORH HOR HE SAID SEXY ORH HOR HE SAID A BAD WORD.

If saying "sexy" was the worst sacrilege and the biggest sin in primary school, then I wished you could hear the kind of language that we use to converse in secondary school! It was a marvel how we can use the infamous "fuck" as a noun, adjective, verb, adverb, pronouns if we can wrangle it, hahaha you name the parts of speech and we'll fit it somewhere somehow into the sentence. We had teachers hauling us up for tongue slips and forcing us to look up the word in the dictionary and copying word-for-word the definitions listed in it. We heard stories of certain individuals who dared utter as tiny a breathy hint of some fricative "ffffuuu" in front of the principal or the discipline master, and he was forever an untouchable legend. Christian or not, churched or unchurched, it was the only true way of talking to a fellow teenager really. You simply have to include some form of it somewhere in your speech.

Then we all graduated and entered junior college, and all of a sudden all forms of swearing and cussing and vulgarities died to a minimum. Because there was this huge jump from an all-boys school environment into a co-ed (girls!!!!!!) one, somewhere along the way we all came to some tacit agreement that we cannot appear uncouth or vulgar. We pepper our converses instead with mild versions like "bloody" or "effing" or "fishcake". Kind of like a regression really, everyone became hyper-conscious of being cultured and civilized. But the saving grace for those sailors at heart was during literature class, when we learnt that "fuck" and "prick" and "cunt" and all sorts of other swear words were perfectly acceptable. I remember going through a poem or novel or something that utilized "fuck" in an elegant way! And the huge topic about sex, considered too taboo and obscured from all manners of discussion with girls in our presence, well what can I say? Hahaha we discussed poems aloud about "having a good bonk" and "getting that girl to fucking open her legs" and "gay kinky sex"! Never ever possible with mainstream curriculum, but I had really good lit teachers who made the words come alive, and we will giggle and gasp but deep down we were probably all raging hormones.

And then it was time to serve the nation in the army. Haha needless to say, all those years repressed in JC were like an unleashed demon. We would all angrily and hot-bloodedly join in dissing some commander for some unfair punishment. It was back to an all boys environment again. And there was no adequate way to not reprieve those inner angst because we all resented the crap that we had to go through. I think my commanders thought it the way that if you don't swear at your soldiers, then it becomes some nanny army. Within ourselves it was no different, we've probably each been swore at in our faces more times than we could count, and so for our daily conversations with each other we included more swear word varieties and more degrading adjectives! Kinda helps that you have people from all sorts of background, so the JC kids will teach the ITE people really uncommon English adjectives like "imbecile" or "nincompoop", and the ITE people will explain the Hokkien slang they just used. Hahaha like a social exchange, hope I didn't just pigeon-holed society into classes but that was the personal case for myself.

Then you might ask, so where's the Christian in me? I know kinda well that there's some form of discipline that I should upkeep, like I cannot really have parents going after me because I swear like a sailor in front of their children in church. And I know really well too, when I'm placed outside of the church environment into school or army, the temptations to just fit in with everybody's conversation and peppering my speeches with a little "fuck" will go unnoticed because everyone is saying it. But I also know very very well, and this is for the record and for my own strong reminder, that no one has ever vilified me for NOT saying the f-word. A couple of times I will get some of my army mates saying I seldom swear and I am very holy and when I swear it means I am really angry. That always convicts and evicts me, because I know I swear more often than I should. But no one has ever forced me to swear with them involuntarily.

For me the temptation to swear like any other guy, it is always there. For girls maybe not hahaha, but I may be generalizing and going down a slippery slope here. But yes, I know very very well that a good tree should bear good fruit, and I know that the tongue is a fire, and I know that out of the same mouth shouldn't come curses and praises. And now that I'm a lot older and knowing that I hold more responsibilities than most people would in church, I really am ashamed sometimes of not keeping my own tongue in check. And I've been in youth leadership since the later years of secondary school, so all the more no reason for me not to control and be disciplined. I cannot swear outside of church and go into church onstage and lead worship, I cannot tell my cell members not to swear but I do it frequently outside.

Kinda convoluted, but I understand perfectly why some people swear all the time, but but but I also understand perfectly for a need to not even swear at all. I would speak firsthand that it is not an easy temptation to battle. And it doesn't help that it is the human mind's innate instinct to swear! A long while ago I was reading Steven Pinker and his analysis on why people swear, and he kinda argued that it is in our nature to swear all the time and it is an emotional need to express something, good or bad. The reason why I didn't bother censuring all the "fucks" in this blog post also is that I think "fuck" is just normal a word as any, it's only the intent that we give behind it that makes it taboo and omitted from mainstream press. I don't want to give the devil victory just because it is an unacceptable word to use, but at the same time I don't want to give the devil victory too because I have every choice not to use that word too. It's a double-edged sword haha I think it may be too confusing for this time now, but yup, bottom line is, to worship in Christ gives me no reason to swear.

This is a confusing post. Now what do I do to encourage others to do likewise? 

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Two weeks since the last post, and I must say that I am really enjoying my holidays! I'm glad I don't have to work or anything, because most days I can wake up as late as I want! But this also means that I'm up at night till weird unearthly hours, like now. I seem to come alive at night hahaha. But yeah, holidays meant that I am able to spend more time with friends and go out and everything. Able to devote more time for cell group, organize this and that, travel around Singapore heh I've been trying to stay out of house as much as I can and as late as I can, because if I'm home I will just be on the laptop screen. Need to get a life before school begins.

And yep, I'm on the smartphone bandwagon now! It's taken me a little while longer than most people, but I think it is really power at my fingertips! I can do so many things away from the computer. Though the downside is I'm constantly connected, no excuses not to respond. Maybe one day I shall just turn it all off and enjoy the peace. Trying to do something with the slowly-rusting guitar too. Nothing beats learning new stuff and getting the chance to put them into practice! I'm discovering new chords and triads and inversions.

This is really more of an update than anything else. 

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

I'm the kind of person that does not follow the three-second-rule when food drops on the table or on floor. It's especially prevalent if the food happens to be fries or chips or bits of chocolate or biscuits, you know, things that are relatively solid and dry. If it's "wet" stuff like veggie or noodles or fruits or whatever else then I might think twice. The surface that the food drops on also matters slightly. If it's chips on carpet floor, without a question into my mouth it goes. If it's normal flooring or table, I'll have to see the cleanliness condition first. Of course there are times when it's a clear no, like if it drops into some puddle of water or dusty floor haha.

I'm also the kind of person that gladly eats expired food as long as they seem generally edible to me. If it's canned or bottled drinks past its sell-by date I will just gurgle it down because I think it's generally safe laa. Expired packs of chips or chocolate or expired bottles of Nutella, oh well in my stomach they go. But I may draw the line with pastry or bread, and maybe milk-based stuff like soya bean.

Maybe it's because I've never really had any major tummy upsets or stomach flu or food poisoning before. I do get the occasional bouts of diarrhoea, but I can usually trace it to the laksa I ate or that chendol I drank for supper. I'd like to think that I need to expose my stomach to all these kinds of (hopefully) mild bacteria so that it can get used to all these foreign bacteria and then develop antibodies and I will be stronger and fall ill lesser! Hahaha I don't know if this makes sense. But say for instance you go travelling and you eat some roadside hawker food. The locals eat it for years and they are used to it, but we are not, hence stomach upset. This is one of Dezmand's favourite doomsday predictions, that you spend $2 on foreign hawker food to end up spending $200 on medical bills! Which I sort of think can be prevented if our stomachs weren't so sheltered and pampered from the beginning. And I believe in the spirit of adventurism hahaha. I should be game enough to try weird local fruits and food and whatever else that they tell me is nice. I may not eat stuff like fried insects but hopefully I will pluck up enough courage to try it someday.

This is a rather personal opinion, but whenever there's stuff like expired Nutella or biscuits dropped on floor or expired Honest Tea hahaha, and I just wolf it down and people give me the weird stare or disgusted look, I always invariably think that they're spoilt and can't stomach tough conditions (pun intended). Haha no offence, I don't say it aloud and I generally think good of people, but this is what goes through my mind when this happens. I'd like to think that there are poorer people in poorer conditions than me battling hunger and their inability to even get food, and here's some processed food or canned stuff that may not spoil as easily as what the best-before date claims, and I should appreciate what I have instead of worrying about what it may do to my tummy. Or maybe, I need a hospital case of salmonella or cholera to jolt me from this sort of thinking. But cmon, I'm sure slightly expired food is not that bad right? Who's with me on this.

This is a response to the expired Vegemite that's in my fridge which Tim gave to me two years ago. And he told me to throw.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

As I sit here and think about cell group (yet again), I need to keep reminding myself to be patient and to be loving. I think a lot of times I am always very tempted to just barge in and solve matters on my own! It's one of the biggest problems I've always had with myself. When people tell me about their problems or troubles, I tend to either be very dismissive about it or I start telling them what to do. Hahaha to me it's really like the way it is, you tell me a problem then I tell you what I think you should do to manage it lor! Or I will just say things like "it's like that one la" and that's it.

Sometimes I need to just pull back and not care so much. Other times I need to put in more effort and show more concern. I think next time when I have kids of my own I will deliberately let them fall down or get into tough situations so that they will learn on their own. But at the same time I will be praying like mad and itching to be protective and everything hahaha.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

I was at Auntie Jenny's office this morning to help her with office administrative work. She works for Equipping Leaders for Asia and they organise and host leadership conferences, or at least that's what I gathered as much from my short period of time spent there. She approached me after the corps camp with an internship offer that I just could not possibly refuse! It included exposure to their ministry work, helping out with some of the conferences, getting to sit in for talks from some of the most-prominent names in churches and management positions, etc etc.

But I turned it down all the same, mainly because I love my holidays too much hahaha. Okay I really felt like I wanted a break and not do anything too heavy for a while. June's multitudes of camps was quite an upheaval, and I wanted to spend more time with cell group and mentees and doing stuff that I set out at the start of the year wanting to accomplish. And the reason why I was there this morning was because she still needed help with certain tasks, so I thought I could contribute my time in whatever ways I can.

And so I sat in front of her computer for an hour and a half duplicating CDs for their conference materials, then I spent another hour and a half putting them into their cases and putting leaflets and labeling them. The entire time I was there I kept on thinking gosh how BORING can this get and this is totally not what I want to do hahaha! I think I'm meticulous enough for these sorts of things, like I will make sure the CD is in perfect orientation and I will just double-check to see if the folder is really in the duplicated CD. But after like the 3rd or 4th one I am just dying and I keep thinking I'm meant for greater things and I'm stuck in this pigeonhole labeling CDs and goshhhhhhhhh!

I'm totally not cut out for administrative work, I will never be a cheerful secretary, I won't turn in sub-par products because I will QC everything, but I will grumble and whine and get impatient. I would sooner rather go do something loads more stressful like lead worship or share a message than duplicate CDs! The only person that I know will do this with excitement and enthusiasm is Andrea, because she will treat it like some tremendous task of paramount importance and unfortunately I don't share the same perspective as her. I know because I bribed her with ice cream to get her to do Powerpoint slides for thirty plus songs for camp haha. And brings to mind also when Captain Hary requested me to be flagbearer for Captain Zane Haupt's installation at youth service, I am super stressed! I kept thinking that the flag will  topple or how I might just drop it and I worry whether I have to wave it and how I was supposed to stand. Seriously hahaha all I probably had to do was to just hold the flag, but it makes me hugely nervous!

Yeah anyway, I digress. I always hear stories of how people start their ministry work for God with small and seemingly insignificant stuffs, like setting up and keeping the chairs for service. Or flip lyrics sheets for Sunday School, things like these that they do for years before they eventually move on to giving mini lessons. And for all my life I can never understand how people have the tenacity and the faith to keep serving in the most mundane and menial kind of ministry work available! I greatly admire the ladies who stand there for two hours and do floral arrangements for Sunday service. I think if I have to prepare worship lyrics every week for projections, I will really uninstall Powerpoint from my computer and use it as an excuse to hand it over to someone else! But yeah, it's a constant reminder to me that people serve the Lord in different ways, and people have different capacities for their gifts and talents to shine, and the kingdom of God always starts with people doing the most infinitesimal tasks before anything else can go. Three or four hours today was a huge test of patience. But I will visit Auntie Jenny again next week and I will be a much happier person and take more pride in my tasks. 

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

What keeps someone up at 4am plus plus in the morning!? Well I've gotta say that my body clock is entirely topsy-turvy now, thanks to holidays and not having to work or study or do anything substantial, I've been sleeping at around 5am thereabouts almost every other day for the past three weeks. Get me to bed any earlier and I probably can't sleep as well as I could when I get to bed at 5am. This is ultimate pigging out and maybe it will disrupt my lifestyle eventually when I start school again or when I need to wake up early in the morning for certain stuff. But this is certainly almost circadian already, and I don't really know what I do at night till such crazy hours too.

Just a note to say that I've got quite a soft spot for retro, vintage, classic stuff! It's not something that I conscientiously seek out, but it's like how I got my Super 55 on a whim because it was just too nice to pass by, and I didn't really have a strong need for it! And I constantly think that the very first iPod and iMac is still the best-looking device for the Apple family, when all the rage now is with iPhone and whatever else. iPod classic is well, a classic, nobody wants a touch rotating wheel anymore when you have a touch screen device. Like how I prefer the old wooden pencils that you have to sharpen, instead of mechanical pencils. And just purchased a film camera off eBay because I really wanna try more film stuff and do vignettes or something. Friend was telling me that the world's going digital and everything is electronic, but I'm regressing and degenerating to things that don't hold value anymore in this world. Which kinda makes sense hahaha people everywhere are going on about their first DSLR, and well I'm getting an SLR too, just not digital haha.

Maybe it's just some of these small things that make me feel like a vintage and a classic, but yeah it's just a random point that I've been thinking about recently. 

Saturday, 2 July 2011

Kinda neglected this space for the past two weeks or so, been really lazy to post anything up! I think this blog is becoming counter-productive; every time I think of the need to type very long sentences and having to have structured phrases and sentences and paragraphs, I'm put off by this and I go to Twitter or Tumblr instead! Lesser words, or if not no words at all at the other two platforms! But yeah anyway, all the camps are over and June is over too. It's been an awesome month, great fun, great experiences, great new insights. 

There's nothing much in my life, except that I am trying to get out of house everyday to escape from my mum! I'm not working you see, and I've turned down one or two job opportunities, partly because I am not very inclined to fix myself to a regular commitment when I'm on holidays!!!!!! Haha nah not entirely la, other reasons too. 

Actually I'm only posting this because I need to remind myself never to choose all new songs for an entire worship set list! One or two new songs is fine, but three out of three means I cannot hear them sing and I will think that it's too much to be. 

To sleep I go. 

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

I'm not bothering to unpack much from my bags, because in another couple of days I'll be hopping to Malaysia again for yet another church camp. It's almost like instinct hahaha I know what I need and what I don't need now. Okay I shouldn't be speaking as though I'm doing this all my life or it's my job or something, but 3 camps in a month is really a lot. There might be an extension to the trip though, although I'll only know within the next few days.

And I'm seizing maximum opportunities to capture the after-camp highs! Trying to remind everyone what they've learnt and trying to instill something that will hopefully be lasting for the future. I'm in the kind of state where you tell me anything now and I am all ready to firmly believe in it! Haha I've had people reminding me that I've just finished two camps where the presence of God was just so very evident, I shouldn't be unfazed by anything now! Which is kinda true, there's important work to be done that needs follow-up and everything.

On another note, I completely missed GAPS for the second school term consecutively. I didn't even keep track of the dates! But it's not that important right, it's just modules classification and whatever else. Oh well bah, the school should send reminder emails for these kinds of things closer to the date!!!

Monday, 13 June 2011

So I managed to tune myself to the correct frequency in time for the Singapore territorial youth camp, and it's been a great blessing for me as what I've been anticipating all month! I think it was rather difficult for me, because I just came back from an equally amazing Malaysian youth camp and so many things touched me over there. And the dust had barely settled, I'm still mesmerized by God's miracles and all the wonderful testimonies at Malaysia, they're still going on and on in Facebook, how to focus on Singapore??? But I kinda forgot that when you expect something to be as big as you expect it to be, God will always surpass that expectation and He'll be like "I told you so, but this is even better" because it's really hard to limit Him. 

Many many roles to take on at this camp, and when I reflect now I keep thinking that I should have said this or I should have done that, but nahh I think I should just be thankful for the way that God has used me over the four days. The theme is on worship, and without a doubt the praises were mind-blowing, every session was Spirit-filled. I'm totally exhausted partly because of too much tears! Each time I minister to someone at the mercy seat I think I cry more than the person does, because it really is such a blessing and an encouragement to hear each of their heartfelt prayer requests and testimonies. Could almost feel each pleading and each cry for God, and that's what keeps me going to serve and to bring more lives to Him. 

And now I'm falling sick and catching a cold. Voice is whiny and weird. One more camp to go for June, and that's in a few days' time. I am getting a bit disillusioned by camps, although in a positive way, for all the euphoria that they bring and all the good things that are constantly happening. In some sense when I break camp I need time to get back to life normally, yet at the same time anticipate good things. But it's just high and high and high, hardly a breather. Haha okay I really ought to get to bed, tired out totally. 


Monday, 6 June 2011

There was the monthly leaders' meeting today and my mind was constantly distracted and never focusing on what we were discussing on hand! Haha somehow or rather my mind kept going back to whatever happened at Malaysia camp. I'm still in the thought frame of all the testimonies and stories and blessings and needs for the Malaysian territory. It's almost as though whatever that's happening in Singapore is suddenly not as important to me now! Horror of horrors haha I had to keep reminding myself that I have a cell group here, I am in Central Corps, I serve here I lead worship here blah blah! 

But it was a good break for me, to be able to distance myself from what's happening back home and to go outside and to see the needs of the other part of the territory. It didn't exactly made it easier for me to find purpose in my ministry haha, but I'm just glad that I can get out for a while and not be so fixated on my cell group or mentees all the time. And now I wish that the camp had been longer, or that I should have followed one of them back to their corps and stay there for another two weeks or so! I definitely need a longer break. I wanna go overseas and be some itinerant ministry worker, serving wherever God sends and wherever has a need haha! Maybe it could happen haha. But more importantly, I have just a few days to get into the right frame of mind for Singapore youth camp. Have a message to prepare and worship songs that need inspiration. 

Right now talking to all the new friends on Facebook, because they're all suffering from camp withdrawal symptoms like me. I owe them photos which I've yet to put up. There's really no greater privilege than to serve in this huge family. What gives me the equipping and the qualification, I really have no idea, and I really just want to thank God for his grace and blessings in my life. 

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Safely back from the Malaysian youth camp hours ago, and as always it's a great blessing to be a part of God's big family of believers! Had a tremendous time over there, loads of stories to tell. So my visit to Kuching and to the Tamil camp two years ago while I was working for Youth Dept helped familiarized me quite a bit, because I got to meet up with old friends who've grown up and have moved on to an even bigger ministry for God. And getting to meet new people and worshiping and leading alongside them, surely this has to be one of the most awesome privileges in the world! They were running in dizzying circles during worship, and we've managed to come up with actions for the theme song Nothing Is Impossible hahaha. Obstacle course made me feel like it was army all over again, and I'm not that unfit! Gosh so many things to praise God for the camp.

My nose is peeling slightly from prolonged periods under the sun. And I still feel as though I'm hanging the name lanyard over my neck. The thing about Malaysian camp, the way I try to compartmentalize, is that it's almost completely detached from the Singapore side, which meant that I'm going there more like a facilitator than an actual committee plan leader. Which also meant that I'm constantly encouraged and enriched by all the good things that the Salvation Army is doing up in Malaysia. The past two weeks made me feel like I'm a social worker! First the AG Home rental, then Gracehaven worship, and now youths mostly from the Malaysian homes. I really really do see the need, and I'm really amazed at the testimonies of transformations and changed hearts.

Kinda made me almost reluctant to come back to Singapore haha, because all of a sudden what I'm doing back here doesn't seem all that challenging compared to Malaysia! Hahaha but I cannot compare in this way la, it's two completely different ball games and each has its own strengths and challenges. I've got about four to five more days to get into the right frame for Singapore youth camp! Totally different situation, and I'm hoping that I don't get disillusioned by the multitudes of camps I'm going for! Right now I'm catching up with the work that came in while I was away. Have a feeling that they're going to be very active on Facebook adding friends and tagging photos.

Gotta crash to bed, absolutely tired out. 

Monday, 30 May 2011

So the weekend came and went, and I'm rather tired out. Not getting enough sleep because I hang out till quite late at night and when I get home I'm still rushing things that need to be done. The hall rental was one of the more demanding ones that I've done, and it won't be one which I will forget in a hurry! Don't get me wrong the people were fantastic, just glad to be a part of it. It got quite emotional at some parts and it was really touching to hear about transformed lives and changed hearts. I don't really know most of the people and I didn't really talk much with them too, but I'm just amazed at how God chooses to work his plans and purposes for different people. 

And it was really befitting that I came off that rental into Gracehaven's worship service tonight! I sort of brought along all the heart for justice and compassion into tonight's worship, and it was a huge difference in the kind of attitude as I went onstage. Trusting God for all the seeds that we've planted, and hoping that somehow somewhere it'll make a huge difference. 

Tomorrow is the last day for me to tie up all the loose ends before I head off to Malaysia! All pumped up for the youth camp camp camp! Most parts of it, I don't really know what to expect because I only know a handful of the Malaysian youths who will be there at the camp, and I only have vague ideas of how their worship will be like and everything. Well if I were to compare with Kuching and Tamil camp two years ago, then this will be nothing short of extraordinary! I need to pack, change currency, prepare worship and sharing, aargh barely have enough time for all of it tomorrow. 

Today at church Alicia led this song that went like this:


I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn’t ever end
Even when the sky is falling
I’ve seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That’s what faith can do



I wish to possess the kind of faith that shows me miracles and hope and dreams and visions.