good guys and bad guys...

Whenever I say that nothing interesting happens. Something usually do.

Today, Mediacorp came to HQ to film some chinese drama. Li Nanxing and Tay Ping Hui were suppose to be there. But I only saw Tay Ping Hui. And no, I didn't get to talk to him neither did I get his autograph. I have no idea why I just said that, but I just felt compelled to.

Anyways, the point of good guys and bad guys. Some audience participation. Who would like to guess which actor is the good guy and who is the bad guy?

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Alright.... ready with your answer?

If you guessed that Tay Ping Hui is the baddie and Li Nanxing is the goody-2-shoes. You are... WRONG!!! How long have you been watching channel 8 drama?!?!

In this drama, Tay Ping Hui is a Policeman and Li Nanxing is a convict. And the reason that they came to film at HQ was becasue we have a basketball court that is caged. So it's like very "prison". Ya. very "prison".

Tay Ping Hui always acts the good guy and Li Nanxing always acts the bad guy. It's in the face. The face decides that role? Kinda I think.

weekly update...

Should have blogged more over the week. But yea, apparently life's not that exciting.

Don't even really know what to write here. Oh well, another packed Sat coming up.

Today I took a half day off even though there was no parade. On reaching home, I went to sleep. So I slept from 3.30pm till 7pm. What am I going to do now? I think I'll actually go sleep. Not so early though. But soon enough. Soon enough.

Yes. Everyone should have enough sleep. Sleep is good.

one mad weekend...

This is one mad weekend. Maybe mad would be a wrong adjective. Because I'm actually more sane than ever, just really tired.

I also realized that I have not blogged for an entrire week. A far cry form the entry happy week before. So basically, it'll be an update. Of course, there will the part of the entry that is the very reason that the entry was started for.

First off, Sha*ron has gone back to Perth. On Thursday. Well, if the first update on on Thursday, yeah, that means it was kinda of a boring week. Boring. I cannot actually wait for work to be over. 2 weeks. I hope I don't miss it too much.

Well, more importantly, weekend.

Friday night was spent at Happy Valley. No, not in Hong Kong. I wished it actually was but it's just another Hong Kong cafe. Decided to go home after dinner, long weekend. I try to keep within my limits.

Saturday morning stated with badminton at 10-12. The usual people, happened to meet KL, had a game with his friends. Er... Lost both, I think I'm the weakest link. After that, lunch and walked about Jurong Point. Walked about for too long and ended up reaching home at 3.20pm. Was supposed to meet Ju*n at church 3.30pm. I was under the impression that it was 4. Anyways, reached home jsut to leave again. I slept on the bus on the way home form JP, yea, tired. Sometimes, I don't know my limits.

Anyhow, run-through for Youth Sunday started at 4 and got "volunteered" to do sharing. Rud*y shared something with is the actual reason for the post. But that'll come later. Rehearsal ended at 7.30pm. Went Vivo to have dinner to celebrate KL's birthday. Ended up home at 11.30pm.

Sunday started at 7am. Reached church at 8am. By the end of the first service, I was tired. Must be getting old. Almost fell asleep during Gli*bert's sermon in the second service. After church ended up in IMM till 4. Really lost all my common sense with knowing my limits. Should really have gone off and slept more.

Finally, the reason for the entry. Rudy shared something about his decade in youth ministry and how even though he was going to step (by now, it's more like stepped) down, he will continue to mentor the people that he has been mentoring. This struck me. Due to other events during the week and the previous week, I have come to realize that I do not actually actively mentor the kids. I kinda feel bad. Opportunity but they were not taken to the fullest.

So I think it's time. In the words of Be*n, "To stop hiding." I should really find a kid and start. If not now, then when? I have no idea who it's going to be or even if I'll actually start. But I shall pray about it.

I want to sleep soon. Time = Sunday, 10pm.

insensitive me...

Realized that the phrase "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me" is like one of those things that is like the ulitmate lie.

Most of my life when I hurt people, it's with the words that I use, I can hardly remember ever beating someone up.

Anyways, Keit*h just told me about the insensitive me that he encounted. I guess I wasn't really trying to be insensitive. (Not making excuses.) But I guess it was taken out of context.

So officially on my blog, I apologise to Ke*ith AND resolve... RESOLVE to be more sensitve and not use so much "hidden context" sentences.

This is the 2nd entry for the day. Doesn't happen very often. Dinner was good, fellowship was great.

again???

Today is a Saturday. As the past 2 Saturdays, it has happened again. That's right, I woke up thinking I had to go to work again.

Waking up at 6.50am, I was thinking, "Oh NO!!! Fell asleep without setting the alarm!!! Luckily, woke up just nice before seven." So I set the alarm for seven and closed my eyes. It didn't help that my older brother was not in his bed. So I really thought he woke up to go to work already.

Then I realised that it's Saturday. So I offed the alarm and went back to sleep.

Must stop this habit.

i'm not interesting?

Today Chr*istoph*er Ch*ng said something like, "...when you don't blog, I've got nothing to read at night..." To which I answered, "Oh, my life isn't as interesting as you guys think it is. So How am I going to blog everyday?"

After saying that, something interesting happened to me tonight. Actually, it's quite gross. But I've seen, touched, smelt and tasted worse stuff. So on a scale of 1-10 of grossness, this rates as a 6.

Anyways, this is the story. As I was bathing today, I saw a lizard climb into my clothes. I was like... what the...

So to make sure the lizard was not in my clothes, I fling fling fling my clothes. All my clothes. And it was quite violent flinging. After all the flinging, I thought the lizard must have climbed out the window cause nothing came out. So before I put on my T-shirt, I fling fling fling some more. Just to make sure. So quite comforted, I put on the shirt.

Well, for about 15 minutes I wore the T-shirt and watched television. I felt something wriggling on my back. At first I thought I was having some minor muscle spasm. But it turned out to be the freaking lizard.

*expletive...

I took off my shirt and fling fling fling some more. The lizard ended up on the floor. It was upside down, so I thought it was dead. Then after awhile, it flipped and it was alive again. After that managed to scoop it up in a tissue and fling it far far down the rubbish chute.

ideals...

Finally. The title bar works.

Well, the other day I saw that the my friend's nick on her msn was, "I will never raise my children in a city." Right, after that I found out that that was the ideal that she had.

After that, she asked what were my ideals. I was quite stunned. Of course I gave a text book answer at first. But after that, yea, I realised that I really didn't know what my ideals for life really were.

So, for the next few days, weeks, months even. I will try to decide some ideals. I guess that might help make life abit more directed. Haha, everyone is eligible to help decide my ideals.

sticky c...



on popular request, here's sticky C...



Btw, he wouldn't be doing much...

old friends...

It started raining so I started writing. And the stuff are all conjured up. Yes, that means they are all fake and imagined. It also seems that i cannot type the title... er... blogger needs a kick somewhere... That's why the title looks alittle weird...

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You could hear the gentle roll of thunder as the rain fell ever so slightly. The thunder continued ever so gently. Posing no threat, it just kept a gentle constant reminder that the rain is here.

The rain was coming. Soon the intricate drops of rain started to form into larger more concentrated globs. The thunder sounder nearer each time the heavenly sound broke. Lighting finally lit up the dark skies as it finally entered the heavenly dance. Constant flashes lights up the night sky as the rain continued to grow in statue.

The rain began to sweep down in a steady downpour causing the scenery to be blanketed in a moist layer. The rain ran down the window pane distorting the outside world. The rain it seems made everything look that much more uncertain, so much more exciting.

John looked at the rain. The rain seems to look back. John reached out his hand to touch the glass. It was cold to the touch. Cold and distant, just like how his life was. John didn’t want to let go. Cold and distant was all he ever knew. There was no warmth in his life, there was no family. All John could remember was the cold and distant hands that held his as he grew up.

John desperately pined for the warmth that was missing from his life. So desperate that he had left all that he knew to find it. So desperate that he had been looking for it for as long as he could remember. And remember he did. John had been on the road for 4 years 7 months and 11 days. In a few minutes, it would be 12 days. John still remembers the day he left vividly, nothing would ever cause him to forget. Nothing he can phantom at least

It was raining, just like it was now. The thunder was rolling gently in the distance, gently encouraging John to seek it out, to find its gentle caller. There was no lighting that night, no flashes of light to point out the way, only the distant calling of a familiar old friend. John packed a suitcase and started walking into the night as the rain embraced him into the cold lonely world.

All this traveling and John hasn’t managed to find the gentle caller that first enticed him to left his house. All this time and John hasn’t been able to find the warmth that he had still desperately yearned for.

The electric spikes in the sky had subsided but the gentle thunder still called out form the distance, ever so welcoming, ever so soothing. The continuous thunder and routine monotonous motion of the train helped gently lulled John into a slumber. Nothing John could do could stop himself from entering his deep sleep. Sleep was a sanctuary. It was here that John had experienced the most warmth. It was the closest he had ever got to the real feeling.

John could feel it creeping upon him. He knew that on this night, he would be able to encounter warmth in his dreams. Every fibre in his body told him so. And soon John just let himself fall.

Suddenly just has the lightning had stopped, a blot streaked across the sky ripping apart the darkness plunging the sky into a second of daytime. The lightning brought along a piercing thunder that jolted John from his sleep. The thunder was not the one that had called out to John all those years ago. This one was different, it was cold, it was angry. It was like the words that were hurled at him as John walked away that night. They were sounds that John had tried to forget ever since.

John knew he would not be able to enter into a dream filled with warmth anymore and he placed his hand back against the cold glass. The rain continued to fall outside, it continued to distort the view of the outside world. John felt slightly comforted. His old friends the cold and the gentle thunder were nearby and his view of the world is being distorted. John couldn’t ask for anything more.

rainy saturday...

For the second straight Saturday, I have woken up at 7 thinking that I needed to go to work. On both Saturdays. I only realised that I didn't after getting out of bed. Fortunately, on both occasions, I managed to fall back into dream mode. Need to find a way to tell myself its a Saturday.

Today's not just any Saturday as well. Woke up to the pitter patter of rain. After the much complained about heat over the past 2 weeks. This is possibly a much welcomed relief.

satan...

Yesterday, I met a couple of secondary school friends for dinner. The usual buch, with the usual things happening. Such as everyone being late.

But there were other really interesting things that happened yesterday that I have no choice but to blog down. Even now, when I am suppose to be working.

There is a good news bad news way to how this entry will be done.

So firstly, the good news. I was going to be late for the meeting because the 75 that I was suppose to take to City Hall was so full that the bus driver refused to open the door to let any more passengers up. There was really pretty girl at the bus stop. She too was not able to get up the bus. So in the end I followed the pretty girl up another bus to go take the MRT at Outram. It was a good choice, actually a great choice. She got off at Outram as well but that's the last I saw her.

Now for the bad news, and the reason for this post's title. While waiting for Lok*man, K*ok Soon, Sharo*n and I were apporached by a man. Sacry looking man. This might be an understatment. He was wearing a large black inverted cross. He approached us and asked us, "Do you see my cross?" Clearly stunned we moved away.

Seeing that He was clearly losing our attention, he shouted loudly at us, "Satan!!!" I don't know whether he thinks we were followers of satan and was trying to bring us salvation or whether he was trying to bring us all to hell. We managed to lose him by moving further away from him. We saw him trying to "harrase" another guy. This other clearly didn't need anyone to save him from the crazed man. He just acted like the man didn't exist. Haha, act cool.