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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.