I've got something special for you at the end of this post, Miggy. Just remember how to decode it and you'll remember. But first, let's go through what happened earlier in the day.
There was no training today as there was a competition at MacRitchie involving the 'B' Division. My Dad and Mom were celebrating as that meant that they didn't have to wake up early again to send me to the reservour while on the way to work. But on the other hand, this meant that they didn't have a reason to wake up for the extra hour or so of spare time to spend on a rather sleepy - yet romantic - breakfast at a near-by coffee shop.
Stayed home and mingled with my Bible and computer, until my Mom SMSed me for some help at her centre. I responded by arriving to the place along with my Younger Sister, who was going there for tution and was accompanied with Auntie Lala. Did some vacumming, and when I vacumm, I'm very specific.
I will climb the heights of the table tops, and I will dive through the depts of the computer wires, and I will scrape down the tiniest of cabinet spaces, JUST to get that spec of dust out of there! So once done - meaning all of us like Mom's teaching, Morriel's tution, Dad's admin work and my vacumming - We all went to Mr. Prata for dinner, and I must say their quality's starting to standardise, or even drop. But I guess that's because I didn't get the item I wanted (Durian Prata) and ended up with Roti Boom, Egg Prata and French Prata.
Now here's the part that I've promised to keep private, so here goes:
When all is settled, we and some others got whipped on the back, and soon when I realised what actually went on, I attended to them all until my maths needed to computer the bandages used and different kinds of dog that throughout all was there to report on their posts for the duty of transportation, Messenger similarity. Then went to the camp to tell others of how me and friends had to endure pains and quickly retreat. Wrote a check for supplies from Blob's and Co. - deliver site. Sang the note So for sterilizing and when all was clear I had every person checked, and after hours I needed to use saw to cut of a leg of a post patroller using almost any other tool not Christian to sight. He would scream out and dream that the pain of sharp metal teeth seeing his insides and from a scary point a view to quickly free him from much thinker. Soon was complete. The poor man of post patrolling soon sadly stated of retirement and that all the money he worked for, he wanted to be donated to an organisation to become useful to someone, a injured soul, like Christian. When I heard, I cried. He was praised for his hardworkingness God can't truely deny and ensured enquiries were answered whether it meant any fault or anger enquiry towards him. Later, he walked off and had his accounts transferred about the bank to this donation with government relationship. After saying goodbye, I saw that some also folowed him and teamed together to raise up a good sum with dollars' worth of dog transported paper money and travelled to Big Ben to pay them in cash donations Christian's answering for. They helped him pay up greatly and without a doubt also contributed to but who's association but the Church of Michael that he would retire and should service under. So go out and spread to. Nothing else now. It was touchig and was an experience reguarded amazing!
That's the end of the code. So Miggy, y'know what to do.
God bless one and all! 2 Corinthians 1:4!
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Who's gonna be fired...
Today was the big day. My first preview of animation to the school cohord. Here begins the Animation saga!
Well, it all starts with people being sent out to their respective Last Ellectives to rehearse for their Reflections. But Michael, Shil and I were excused by Mr. Tay as he wanted us to be preparing for the Act in the fnale. We could be absent for our Elective Rehersals but must be present in the Library during the period of time. May the Lord be with the show, I thought to God.
I did my stuff at the Library but never met Shil or Mike, so I had to do things myself. But they already did their parts - Mike with lyrics, Shil with song - and animations are meant for one-man processes, so they could go if they wanted. I quickly rushed through (Play Track: To the Pirates' Cave) as many details as I could and had a few visitors coming to see what I was doing, like Raam and Darren Tay, who finished the rehearsals for Combat Skirmish. This was the first time I saw and heard Darren as a normal person. It was so, well, normal. But he was complaining about Mr. Gavin Ang, which I could't find the links between his cause and evidences. But nevertheless, I saw him normal, and I'm now at ease with him.
Soon, I was running out of battery and had no choice but to quickly transfer to class and continue my stuff from there. Hoping that Mr. Tay would understand if he asks, I went on with the emergency plan and met Shil in the class. He was in charge of the music/beat for Michael to rap along to, so once it was Recess, I stopped working on my animation and went down for a quick meal, while Shil was still in class composing a beat for Mike. And once I was done, vice versa. I then had to also move around from LT3 to LT1 and follow my Last Elective to join them in their Reflections Presentation. (Apparently, the entire group had to present, so one way or another, I'd have to join them anyway.)
Once done with the presentations, I was instructed to go to the back of the Theatre to add my finishing touches to the slides before showtime, which was close to 12.40 p.m.. I had to sit along with Mike so he'd know what'll happen during the presentation. I had to disconnect from him once as he had to attend to his Last Elective for the presentation of Deaf Awareness. By now, people from other levels have been flooding into the theatre, and as such I had to constantly move more and more to the back until I ended up sitting along with the student cohord. Managed to find a spot in my class (Edge of center Row, Next to Matt) and continued with my work.
Then came the finale. Mr. Tay told Mike and to come down to the stage with the thumbdrive containing the animated slides and the beat. So while we waited for our que, we could watch the teachers giving their speeches from the back. Nice experience, if you ask me. Once done, the teachers marked of the final two items to end off the Camp. First was suppose to be a 2.11 film about a compilation of opinins, but then the wire connecting Mr. Tay's computer to the projector appeared to have jammed, and nothing could be shown onto the screen. Thus that item was cancled and Mike was quickly instructed to perform his rap by himself. Dissapointed, but yet thankful that God was still there to watch me, I walked back to my seat and met up with the class.
When I sat down, I noticed that Mike was having a hard time remembering the lyrics and saying it out normally for Mr. Tay to write onto the whiteboard. So I took my PC down to read out the lyrics from my slides. But just then, the techie asked if they could use my computer instead. Still thinking that the problem was in the wire, I asked if they were certain that it would work but I still handed it over to them. And in a matter of seconds in setting up, the slides appeared on the screen. The guys I sat next to just then noticed that I had one-bar batt left (Really low battery), and so Tim helped to bring JKit's spare batt to the stage for me to use. Thanks, guys! And so the show was on! It was rather basic animation, but still worth it. I thanked God that He was still there, and was also thankful that I had enough faith to go through the scene.
And even after Mike's rap, I ended up helping 2.11 showing their film, even when their item was suppose to be permanantly cancled, and because they left their thumbdrive in my computer during set-up. So I satisfied many parties through that computer I brought. Praise the Lord! Would have celebrated by staying back for a little lunch, but I had tution, and so needed to get back quickly. Ah, well. Note: The past few paragraphs were a bit rushed as I'm still in the rush mood. Sorry for inaccuracies.
By the way, here's a reminder:
Ben's Concert is on Good Friday and the next day (Next Fri and Sat) at his Church in Bukit Timah Plaza, so try to be there!
Faith Is All You Need Co. supports the show! Hahahah! God be with y'all!
Well, it all starts with people being sent out to their respective Last Ellectives to rehearse for their Reflections. But Michael, Shil and I were excused by Mr. Tay as he wanted us to be preparing for the Act in the fnale. We could be absent for our Elective Rehersals but must be present in the Library during the period of time. May the Lord be with the show, I thought to God.
I did my stuff at the Library but never met Shil or Mike, so I had to do things myself. But they already did their parts - Mike with lyrics, Shil with song - and animations are meant for one-man processes, so they could go if they wanted. I quickly rushed through (Play Track: To the Pirates' Cave) as many details as I could and had a few visitors coming to see what I was doing, like Raam and Darren Tay, who finished the rehearsals for Combat Skirmish. This was the first time I saw and heard Darren as a normal person. It was so, well, normal. But he was complaining about Mr. Gavin Ang, which I could't find the links between his cause and evidences. But nevertheless, I saw him normal, and I'm now at ease with him.
Soon, I was running out of battery and had no choice but to quickly transfer to class and continue my stuff from there. Hoping that Mr. Tay would understand if he asks, I went on with the emergency plan and met Shil in the class. He was in charge of the music/beat for Michael to rap along to, so once it was Recess, I stopped working on my animation and went down for a quick meal, while Shil was still in class composing a beat for Mike. And once I was done, vice versa. I then had to also move around from LT3 to LT1 and follow my Last Elective to join them in their Reflections Presentation. (Apparently, the entire group had to present, so one way or another, I'd have to join them anyway.)
Once done with the presentations, I was instructed to go to the back of the Theatre to add my finishing touches to the slides before showtime, which was close to 12.40 p.m.. I had to sit along with Mike so he'd know what'll happen during the presentation. I had to disconnect from him once as he had to attend to his Last Elective for the presentation of Deaf Awareness. By now, people from other levels have been flooding into the theatre, and as such I had to constantly move more and more to the back until I ended up sitting along with the student cohord. Managed to find a spot in my class (Edge of center Row, Next to Matt) and continued with my work.
Then came the finale. Mr. Tay told Mike and to come down to the stage with the thumbdrive containing the animated slides and the beat. So while we waited for our que, we could watch the teachers giving their speeches from the back. Nice experience, if you ask me. Once done, the teachers marked of the final two items to end off the Camp. First was suppose to be a 2.11 film about a compilation of opinins, but then the wire connecting Mr. Tay's computer to the projector appeared to have jammed, and nothing could be shown onto the screen. Thus that item was cancled and Mike was quickly instructed to perform his rap by himself. Dissapointed, but yet thankful that God was still there to watch me, I walked back to my seat and met up with the class.
When I sat down, I noticed that Mike was having a hard time remembering the lyrics and saying it out normally for Mr. Tay to write onto the whiteboard. So I took my PC down to read out the lyrics from my slides. But just then, the techie asked if they could use my computer instead. Still thinking that the problem was in the wire, I asked if they were certain that it would work but I still handed it over to them. And in a matter of seconds in setting up, the slides appeared on the screen. The guys I sat next to just then noticed that I had one-bar batt left (Really low battery), and so Tim helped to bring JKit's spare batt to the stage for me to use. Thanks, guys! And so the show was on! It was rather basic animation, but still worth it. I thanked God that He was still there, and was also thankful that I had enough faith to go through the scene.
And even after Mike's rap, I ended up helping 2.11 showing their film, even when their item was suppose to be permanantly cancled, and because they left their thumbdrive in my computer during set-up. So I satisfied many parties through that computer I brought. Praise the Lord! Would have celebrated by staying back for a little lunch, but I had tution, and so needed to get back quickly. Ah, well. Note: The past few paragraphs were a bit rushed as I'm still in the rush mood. Sorry for inaccuracies.
By the way, here's a reminder:
Ben's Concert is on Good Friday and the next day (Next Fri and Sat) at his Church in Bukit Timah Plaza, so try to be there!
Faith Is All You Need Co. supports the show! Hahahah! God be with y'all!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Where History comes alive...
Came to school today with a greatly excited ZRong coming to me and demanding me to play Chess with him today. The original plan was tomorrow, but I was fine with playing today.
If ZRong could find the time to play it in the first place.
There's no recess today as today's field trip day for the GEP camp, and I've got to go for Training straight after school. He recomended that we played during the bus trip to our destination, and after a while of concideration (Hmm...) I agreed. That's settled. Then I had a small chat with Tim, until Michael stole me away and we both slacked off at the Prefectorial Boardroom (Air-con! Reversi! Sofa Cushions! Woah!) until Assembly started, when we both had to go for our Morning Duties.
Then after Assembly, the many GEP classes that were going for their respective Field Trip destinations (Year 1=Battle Box, Singapore Archives and Stamp Museum, Year 2=National Museum of Singapore, Year 3=Whole of Singapore City) settled down at the Amphi Theatre to assemble in their classes. Somehow, from where I was sitting, the Majority of the class was on my left, while the Minority was sitting on my right, if you know what I mean. God must had really made me so sociable to accomplish that formation.
Onceonboard our buses, we drove off to our respective locations. ZRong then got out his Chess set and displayed the pieces onto the board in a flash. Well, he had a few missing pieces, so we had to handicap each other to makeit fair. As everyone should predict, ZRong won. (He was Vice-Chairman in the Chess club y'know! Correct me if I'm wrong, ZRong...) Then Justin wanted to play against me, so I had him on and as everyone should also predict, I won. But soon enough, we were finally at the Museum.
Once there, we split up into our groups that we were assigned in - I was in with Arjun, Jaira, Ting Wei and Joel - and sat down to discuss our strategy to gain a good design. Oh, I haven't told you 'bout the competition? Well, then. You see, each level had to go to a different destination, and thus had different tasks to forfill. For year 2s, our task was to design a museum, using a guideline area provided and different artifects which we'd be 'bidding' for once we come back to school.
So now, while we're waiting for the teachers to settle stuff with the Museum staff, we're discussing our theme. And after concidering Warfare, World War II and Traditional Past, we decided to give our museum a Post-War theme. But during our discussion session, Mr. Tay asked us if the class wanted to work together as a full Museum against the other classes, or we stick to the original plan to design against all the different teams in the year 2 level. Majority agreed to stay as independent groups, and so we continued with the competitor spirit.
When we finally got into the Museum, we first assembled outside the History Gallery. We were then given these Companion devices, which looked like oversized iPods complete with earphones. We were instructed to 'dial' into these thingys numbers that we see on the floor. They were going to be our guides for now, and so we were going to be amazed. Once the tickets were distributed, we entered the gallery through this circular rotunda. I saw a 2 on the floor, and so I typed in '2' and pressed 'GO'. Suddenly, a man's voice starts playing and he starts telling me an introduction to the gallery. I was so concentrated on his conversation that I wasn't at all bothered to decipher whatever ZRong was trying to tell me through my earphones. I was just nodding my head, which made him a little frustrated according to his movements, and soon he walked ahead of me. And I was still listening peacefully to the guy in my 'iPod'.
Soon after a few exhibits, we were lead into this small circular room with a wide screen surrounding the area. The screen was on stand-by and was displaying a full moon while we made our way to available seats in the center of the room. Shortly after being seated, a show about Singapura History started to play. It was about the different tales of Singaporean history while it was still a Kampong-ised Fishing Island. It showed of the many countries that were present in this land like Malaya and Indonesia and also showed wars that came here also during the century of that time, like the Portugese and the British.
But the summary of the different powers that influenced Ancient Singapura at the end of the show was somewhat outstanding to me. It was a dark screen with light outlines of different groups of soldiers, then as the narrator was introducing the powers, lights were turned on to reveil the different groups one by one in an attacking pose, something like what you'd see on the cover of every Risk board set. I could easily imagine my class divided into different clusters for the same short film. You'd here something like;
"There were many powerful clusters of students that arrived into the doors of Dan. Firstly, we have the Henry Park Boys,...
(Light turns on to reveil Jaira, Toj and Michael, Toj posing in center and Mike holding HPPS flag)
"...then there were the ACPS Comrades,...
(Light turns on to reveil Tim, Kirby and Joel, Tim posing in center and Kirby holding ACS flag)
"...and there also were the Tamils,...
(Light turns on to reveil Shil, Raam and Sanjev, Raam posing in center and Shil holding Flag of India)
"...and lastly the China-Affiliated."
(Light turns on to reveil ZRong, Mig and Justin, ZRong posing in center and Mig holding Flag of China)
Then after the show, we went on to see more of Singapore Past, from Colonialisim to World War II to Independence, and soon got out of the gallery safe and sound. But there was a little time constrain with our schedule, so we were literally rushing through the exhibits. The numbers on the floor were flashing before me so fast I could only hear a few seconds of each introduction. And Eugene typed into my Companion a 3-digit number, which activated another playback that was about Piracy, and in the later part of the recording, it said something like,
"...he was strangled by his own shoulder cloth. Then his penis was cut off, and shoved into his mouth..."
Eugene.
Anyway, once everyone was out of the History Gallery, we went up to the Living Galleries to fill in the questions that were in our Assignment papers. You see, every question in these papers are worth a certain value of 'money' which we can use to 'bid' for our artifacts later. So the more correct questions we answer, the more 'money' we gain. Thus my group was solely depending on each other to search for the answers to the questions around the exibits in these galleries.
I first followed my group into the Fashion Gallery, where the different fashion trends of Singapore in the 20th Century were shown. After answering a few questions, we moved on to the Film Gallery, where I was starting to slow down a little and was with Ting Wei only. Next was the Food Gallery, where I soon in due time lost my group and started to panic as I didn't know we were only going to hand up Arjun's paper.
I felt real ditched and slowly (and sadly) walked around the almost-empty gallery, not knowing that Ms. Kavita was at the other side. Will not elaborate on what happened later, but then I tried my luck on catching up with my group later on by entering the Photography Gallery. In failure of findings, I quickly dashed out after being informed by teachers and Year 4s that we were leaving very soon. Once out of the Gallery, I was facing a straight pathway that headed towards my class, which was signalling me to quickly settle down there once they saw me. I started jogging my way through when I looked up to the ceiling to find that the lamps were actually swinging! They were being swung on purpose by motors, I assume, and it was a rather interesting sight. Ah, well.
I finally arrived at the back of the class row and met up with Kirby, Tim, Ting Wei, JKit, Matt and a few others, of which I played Mime Wars with. Basically, the game is just to mime out different scenes of distruction, gore, blood-shed and the like. We continued playing on the bus (Mr. Tay said, "There must be no noise on the bus!" wat!) until we reached school, and boy, I've never seen anyone in that group so expressive! I mean, Kirby was already very accurate in his miming, and Ting Wei knws how to play dead well, and Matt loves weaon foul play, and even Tim can show great emotions in his silence! I was amazed, just like Mdm Kavita with my Drama skills, and my mindset of people have now been re-formatted. (Hee hee)
We then met back in class to do the 'bidding' for our 'artifacts'. And to save someone shame, let's just say someone in my group held back bids so far till we had limitted items left in our museum. (A rather transparent truth, don't you say?) Once done, we were given time to design our layout till Dismissal. Once then, I went down hurriedly and making sure that I wasn't late for today's training.
Search lunch,
bought lunch,
get lunch,
ate lunch,
loved lunch,
change.
Wait for bus,
search for bus,
found the bus,
tell on bus,
run for bus,
board the bus,
noisy bus,
Sir board bus,
drive.
Sir is saying
much to saving
me and Hao Qing
angle seating
bus arriving
Sir is singing,
"Earn you living!"
RUN!
We all ran for the sheds and unloaded our bags and shoes for Ryan to keep. Then went to the Lower Shed to get our Life-Jacks and Paddles. Quickly got Hao Qing, and so we ran up to Upper Shed to collect New Tiger and changed her seats to the Angle Seat (Uh, oh...). We brought her down to the water and gave her a spin. And frankly speaking, it's either I'm not use to the boat, or there wasn't that much difference between a normal seat and the Angle seat, based on speed. True, it improved reach, but at the same time the suction cups on the seat held me back down onto the seat and I couldn't twist properly without feeling my underwear straps mark against my bum, and the balance was really unstable. So benifits were cancled off by disbenifits to create, well, the same equation. But we were just making our own theories - Mr. See said we should be taking our timings, even if we're doing Frontlap (If that's how you spell it). Ah, well.
The pain in the butt.
Mark 16:17-18! God bless y'all!
The angle seat...
If ZRong could find the time to play it in the first place.
There's no recess today as today's field trip day for the GEP camp, and I've got to go for Training straight after school. He recomended that we played during the bus trip to our destination, and after a while of concideration (Hmm...) I agreed. That's settled. Then I had a small chat with Tim, until Michael stole me away and we both slacked off at the Prefectorial Boardroom (Air-con! Reversi! Sofa Cushions! Woah!) until Assembly started, when we both had to go for our Morning Duties.
Then after Assembly, the many GEP classes that were going for their respective Field Trip destinations (Year 1=Battle Box, Singapore Archives and Stamp Museum, Year 2=National Museum of Singapore, Year 3=Whole of Singapore City) settled down at the Amphi Theatre to assemble in their classes. Somehow, from where I was sitting, the Majority of the class was on my left, while the Minority was sitting on my right, if you know what I mean. God must had really made me so sociable to accomplish that formation.
Onceonboard our buses, we drove off to our respective locations. ZRong then got out his Chess set and displayed the pieces onto the board in a flash. Well, he had a few missing pieces, so we had to handicap each other to makeit fair. As everyone should predict, ZRong won. (He was Vice-Chairman in the Chess club y'know! Correct me if I'm wrong, ZRong...) Then Justin wanted to play against me, so I had him on and as everyone should also predict, I won. But soon enough, we were finally at the Museum.
Once there, we split up into our groups that we were assigned in - I was in with Arjun, Jaira, Ting Wei and Joel - and sat down to discuss our strategy to gain a good design. Oh, I haven't told you 'bout the competition? Well, then. You see, each level had to go to a different destination, and thus had different tasks to forfill. For year 2s, our task was to design a museum, using a guideline area provided and different artifects which we'd be 'bidding' for once we come back to school.
So now, while we're waiting for the teachers to settle stuff with the Museum staff, we're discussing our theme. And after concidering Warfare, World War II and Traditional Past, we decided to give our museum a Post-War theme. But during our discussion session, Mr. Tay asked us if the class wanted to work together as a full Museum against the other classes, or we stick to the original plan to design against all the different teams in the year 2 level. Majority agreed to stay as independent groups, and so we continued with the competitor spirit.
When we finally got into the Museum, we first assembled outside the History Gallery. We were then given these Companion devices, which looked like oversized iPods complete with earphones. We were instructed to 'dial' into these thingys numbers that we see on the floor. They were going to be our guides for now, and so we were going to be amazed. Once the tickets were distributed, we entered the gallery through this circular rotunda. I saw a 2 on the floor, and so I typed in '2' and pressed 'GO'. Suddenly, a man's voice starts playing and he starts telling me an introduction to the gallery. I was so concentrated on his conversation that I wasn't at all bothered to decipher whatever ZRong was trying to tell me through my earphones. I was just nodding my head, which made him a little frustrated according to his movements, and soon he walked ahead of me. And I was still listening peacefully to the guy in my 'iPod'.
Soon after a few exhibits, we were lead into this small circular room with a wide screen surrounding the area. The screen was on stand-by and was displaying a full moon while we made our way to available seats in the center of the room. Shortly after being seated, a show about Singapura History started to play. It was about the different tales of Singaporean history while it was still a Kampong-ised Fishing Island. It showed of the many countries that were present in this land like Malaya and Indonesia and also showed wars that came here also during the century of that time, like the Portugese and the British.
But the summary of the different powers that influenced Ancient Singapura at the end of the show was somewhat outstanding to me. It was a dark screen with light outlines of different groups of soldiers, then as the narrator was introducing the powers, lights were turned on to reveil the different groups one by one in an attacking pose, something like what you'd see on the cover of every Risk board set. I could easily imagine my class divided into different clusters for the same short film. You'd here something like;
"There were many powerful clusters of students that arrived into the doors of Dan. Firstly, we have the Henry Park Boys,...
(Light turns on to reveil Jaira, Toj and Michael, Toj posing in center and Mike holding HPPS flag)
"...then there were the ACPS Comrades,...
(Light turns on to reveil Tim, Kirby and Joel, Tim posing in center and Kirby holding ACS flag)
"...and there also were the Tamils,...
(Light turns on to reveil Shil, Raam and Sanjev, Raam posing in center and Shil holding Flag of India)
"...and lastly the China-Affiliated."
(Light turns on to reveil ZRong, Mig and Justin, ZRong posing in center and Mig holding Flag of China)
Then after the show, we went on to see more of Singapore Past, from Colonialisim to World War II to Independence, and soon got out of the gallery safe and sound. But there was a little time constrain with our schedule, so we were literally rushing through the exhibits. The numbers on the floor were flashing before me so fast I could only hear a few seconds of each introduction. And Eugene typed into my Companion a 3-digit number, which activated another playback that was about Piracy, and in the later part of the recording, it said something like,
"...he was strangled by his own shoulder cloth. Then his penis was cut off, and shoved into his mouth..."
Eugene.
Anyway, once everyone was out of the History Gallery, we went up to the Living Galleries to fill in the questions that were in our Assignment papers. You see, every question in these papers are worth a certain value of 'money' which we can use to 'bid' for our artifacts later. So the more correct questions we answer, the more 'money' we gain. Thus my group was solely depending on each other to search for the answers to the questions around the exibits in these galleries.
I first followed my group into the Fashion Gallery, where the different fashion trends of Singapore in the 20th Century were shown. After answering a few questions, we moved on to the Film Gallery, where I was starting to slow down a little and was with Ting Wei only. Next was the Food Gallery, where I soon in due time lost my group and started to panic as I didn't know we were only going to hand up Arjun's paper.
I felt real ditched and slowly (and sadly) walked around the almost-empty gallery, not knowing that Ms. Kavita was at the other side. Will not elaborate on what happened later, but then I tried my luck on catching up with my group later on by entering the Photography Gallery. In failure of findings, I quickly dashed out after being informed by teachers and Year 4s that we were leaving very soon. Once out of the Gallery, I was facing a straight pathway that headed towards my class, which was signalling me to quickly settle down there once they saw me. I started jogging my way through when I looked up to the ceiling to find that the lamps were actually swinging! They were being swung on purpose by motors, I assume, and it was a rather interesting sight. Ah, well.
I finally arrived at the back of the class row and met up with Kirby, Tim, Ting Wei, JKit, Matt and a few others, of which I played Mime Wars with. Basically, the game is just to mime out different scenes of distruction, gore, blood-shed and the like. We continued playing on the bus (Mr. Tay said, "There must be no noise on the bus!" wat!) until we reached school, and boy, I've never seen anyone in that group so expressive! I mean, Kirby was already very accurate in his miming, and Ting Wei knws how to play dead well, and Matt loves weaon foul play, and even Tim can show great emotions in his silence! I was amazed, just like Mdm Kavita with my Drama skills, and my mindset of people have now been re-formatted. (Hee hee)
We then met back in class to do the 'bidding' for our 'artifacts'. And to save someone shame, let's just say someone in my group held back bids so far till we had limitted items left in our museum. (A rather transparent truth, don't you say?) Once done, we were given time to design our layout till Dismissal. Once then, I went down hurriedly and making sure that I wasn't late for today's training.
Search lunch,
bought lunch,
get lunch,
ate lunch,
loved lunch,
change.
Wait for bus,
search for bus,
found the bus,
tell on bus,
run for bus,
board the bus,
noisy bus,
Sir board bus,
drive.
Sir is saying
much to saving
me and Hao Qing
angle seating
bus arriving
Sir is singing,
"Earn you living!"
RUN!
We all ran for the sheds and unloaded our bags and shoes for Ryan to keep. Then went to the Lower Shed to get our Life-Jacks and Paddles. Quickly got Hao Qing, and so we ran up to Upper Shed to collect New Tiger and changed her seats to the Angle Seat (Uh, oh...). We brought her down to the water and gave her a spin. And frankly speaking, it's either I'm not use to the boat, or there wasn't that much difference between a normal seat and the Angle seat, based on speed. True, it improved reach, but at the same time the suction cups on the seat held me back down onto the seat and I couldn't twist properly without feeling my underwear straps mark against my bum, and the balance was really unstable. So benifits were cancled off by disbenifits to create, well, the same equation. But we were just making our own theories - Mr. See said we should be taking our timings, even if we're doing Frontlap (If that's how you spell it). Ah, well.
The pain in the butt.
Mark 16:17-18! God bless y'all!
The angle seat...
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Malaysian retreats...
Found out yesterday evening that Zeng Rong and Shil were spamming my cBox and using it as a chat box like Msn or something of the sort. When Kirby typed out a request to hit their heads, I typed back, 'By all means.' And there, I thought ZR and I were now equal. But them more complications were yet to come, and I'll elaborate more later.
As my Mom was driving me to the school, I recieved an SMS from Tim asking me to think of ideas to ponder about for the Debate this afternoon. I never wrote this down in an earlier post, but I've been selected to be part of a three-men team to represent my class for this year's Inter-class Debate. And so I started thinking about what to say for the rest of the journey.
To continue about the spamming saga, I met ZR once I arrived at the classroom corridoor, and he was complaining about me allowing Kirby to hit his head under "the permission of a Prefect". For one thing, this has NOTHING to do with the Prefects. It's about my blog. And secondly, now that he's complaining, at least he knows how it feels like to be annoyed about a disruption. He then says that to be fair, I should play a round of Chess with him, or he'll continue to spam my place. I agreed, in the terms that he repeat the sentence, "If you play Chess with me, I will not spam your cBox again." The first try was unsucessful as he ended up saying "...,I will try not to spam...", but then he got it after a few tries and it was decided we play a couple of days from now. Ah, well. At least that's settled.
Today's programme starts with another briefing, after which we had Recess. During Recess, I met up with Tim and Niranjan (For those who can't tell, Niranjan's the last [but MOST important] speaker in our team) at a table near-by the Co-op shop and we, or more like Tim and I, discussed about the points we can use for the debate. (Niranjan, like I said just now, was the Last Speaker, and thus does the re-butting instead of the point-sharing.) The motion for our debate was that 'This house supports that parents should be responsible for the crimes of their children'. And we were Proposition. Tough for a guy like me, but we soon came up with a few points.
Then once Recess was over, we had to report for our respective Electives for the day. Due to glitches in the Electives Website (GRRRRRRRRRRRR......),I ended up trying out the Malay Culture and language. No hard feelings to Malays out there (I must admit, I LOVE your pop songs!), but it's just that I was planning on doing something new and out-of-the-usual, instead of something you always see or hear or do everytime you go to the neighbourhood. And in Singapore, you always see the word makan, hear the word makan, and DO MAKAN! (For outsiders, 'makan' means 'eat' in Malay) But I won't argue - The Lord once said in the Bible to do all things with a joyful heart and give it your best!
So I went to 1.11, the assigned classroom for this Elective, and found a seat along the side of the classroom. JKit, Tim and Matt were also attending this course, so I didn't feel lonely. So after waiting for another few minutes, we were surprised three times in a row. Reasons:
1) The teacher that first walked into the classroom was an extremely Chinese-looking lady, but then later we found out she was Malay, so that wasn't a shock. Then
2) A teacher of Indian descent walked into the class and took a seat. We, or at least I, were trying to control ourselves. I mean, you're in a Malay class, and here comes an Indian teacher who's gon'na be in charge of all this? Erm. But then lastly,
3) Our instructors came into the class. The shocking part was this: They weren't Sec 4s like what we were instructed to expect. Instead, they were wearing Bermudas (A uniform symbol to show the person's either Sec 1, 2 or 3) and they were shorter than me. In other words, they were Sec 1! Gasp! The shocks of it all.
So to summarise what happened, we were trained how to speak in Malay, what different ways we can show respect to Malays, the different types of Malay foods, drinks and spices, the types of singing Malays enjoy and even Malay Ghosts. But in between the 'Respect' part and the 'Food' part, there was a 15-minutes break, of which Tim and I took the opportunity to go visit Niranjan at the Magic and Illusions Elective. Being in Prefect attire, my presence made the visit look more important, thus they excussed him, and so he gave us a short briefing on where the debate was to be held and the timewe were to meet there. After finalising the details, we made our way back to 1.11 just in time to continue the lessons.
After the entire thing, even after being selected to be one of the people to present the Reflections on the last day (Gababababa....), Tim and I quickly made our way through the crowded corridors of Dismissal ("I'm bringing SexyBack...") and met Niranjan outside theMain Office. We then went up the New Block to the class of 6.1, the venue of the Debate. There, we met up with the Opposition (2.9) and we did a bit more discussions before we waited for 3pm. Once 3, we waited at our chairs.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until in the end, Tim couldn't take it and called Mr. Dave Tay to check what's going on. He didn't answer the first call, but replied in another, and so he said it was nothing of our fault as the Judges had to go for some Swimming thingy. The Judges were students, by the way. So we then dismissed ourselves and strolled down to the SAC and had lunch. I bought 2 egg pratas, and sat along with the others. We all then engaged in some small talk, which was rather big if you ask me. From school affairs, to braces, to food, to even ACPS history. But then we somehow came to the topic of our allowances, and JKit pointed out my raised one. Through natural instincts, I rebutted him with the fact that most of it had dissapeared this week as I had to pay off certain things like Prefect Cooperate Ts and Combat Skirmish and the sort. Soon followed a little debate on my fortunaty, which ended off with Tim saying at the end of his statement, "...so stop complaining."
It suddenly dawned to me that I sounded as if I was complaining over a benifit, and I was partially ashamed of myself. God was already blessing me with generous parents who were providing me with my needs, and here I was arguing for a standard status and sounding like a complaint. I told myself to stop and not raise the subject any further, and at the same time told the Lord I was sorry. Besides, the payments I made/am going to make this week are making me bankrupt only because I haven't told my parents about the payments yet. If I did, they'd have paid for me.
But I was honestly bankrupt after the pratas, and was fortunate enough to be given a share of Tim and JKit's box of chocolates. Ah, well. Don't think there much that happened later... oh yah! the Pirate game thingy! Any volunteers?
Oh yah, and I'd like to thank Tim for sending me the song 'We Are Hungry' by Jeff Deyo! Thanks!
Romans 8:1! Remember, God loves y'all!
As my Mom was driving me to the school, I recieved an SMS from Tim asking me to think of ideas to ponder about for the Debate this afternoon. I never wrote this down in an earlier post, but I've been selected to be part of a three-men team to represent my class for this year's Inter-class Debate. And so I started thinking about what to say for the rest of the journey.
To continue about the spamming saga, I met ZR once I arrived at the classroom corridoor, and he was complaining about me allowing Kirby to hit his head under "the permission of a Prefect". For one thing, this has NOTHING to do with the Prefects. It's about my blog. And secondly, now that he's complaining, at least he knows how it feels like to be annoyed about a disruption. He then says that to be fair, I should play a round of Chess with him, or he'll continue to spam my place. I agreed, in the terms that he repeat the sentence, "If you play Chess with me, I will not spam your cBox again." The first try was unsucessful as he ended up saying "...,I will try not to spam...", but then he got it after a few tries and it was decided we play a couple of days from now. Ah, well. At least that's settled.
Today's programme starts with another briefing, after which we had Recess. During Recess, I met up with Tim and Niranjan (For those who can't tell, Niranjan's the last [but MOST important] speaker in our team) at a table near-by the Co-op shop and we, or more like Tim and I, discussed about the points we can use for the debate. (Niranjan, like I said just now, was the Last Speaker, and thus does the re-butting instead of the point-sharing.) The motion for our debate was that 'This house supports that parents should be responsible for the crimes of their children'. And we were Proposition. Tough for a guy like me, but we soon came up with a few points.
Then once Recess was over, we had to report for our respective Electives for the day. Due to glitches in the Electives Website (GRRRRRRRRRRRR......),I ended up trying out the Malay Culture and language. No hard feelings to Malays out there (I must admit, I LOVE your pop songs!), but it's just that I was planning on doing something new and out-of-the-usual, instead of something you always see or hear or do everytime you go to the neighbourhood. And in Singapore, you always see the word makan, hear the word makan, and DO MAKAN! (For outsiders, 'makan' means 'eat' in Malay) But I won't argue - The Lord once said in the Bible to do all things with a joyful heart and give it your best!
So I went to 1.11, the assigned classroom for this Elective, and found a seat along the side of the classroom. JKit, Tim and Matt were also attending this course, so I didn't feel lonely. So after waiting for another few minutes, we were surprised three times in a row. Reasons:
1) The teacher that first walked into the classroom was an extremely Chinese-looking lady, but then later we found out she was Malay, so that wasn't a shock. Then
2) A teacher of Indian descent walked into the class and took a seat. We, or at least I, were trying to control ourselves. I mean, you're in a Malay class, and here comes an Indian teacher who's gon'na be in charge of all this? Erm. But then lastly,
3) Our instructors came into the class. The shocking part was this: They weren't Sec 4s like what we were instructed to expect. Instead, they were wearing Bermudas (A uniform symbol to show the person's either Sec 1, 2 or 3) and they were shorter than me. In other words, they were Sec 1! Gasp! The shocks of it all.
So to summarise what happened, we were trained how to speak in Malay, what different ways we can show respect to Malays, the different types of Malay foods, drinks and spices, the types of singing Malays enjoy and even Malay Ghosts. But in between the 'Respect' part and the 'Food' part, there was a 15-minutes break, of which Tim and I took the opportunity to go visit Niranjan at the Magic and Illusions Elective. Being in Prefect attire, my presence made the visit look more important, thus they excussed him, and so he gave us a short briefing on where the debate was to be held and the timewe were to meet there. After finalising the details, we made our way back to 1.11 just in time to continue the lessons.
After the entire thing, even after being selected to be one of the people to present the Reflections on the last day (Gababababa....), Tim and I quickly made our way through the crowded corridors of Dismissal ("I'm bringing SexyBack...") and met Niranjan outside theMain Office. We then went up the New Block to the class of 6.1, the venue of the Debate. There, we met up with the Opposition (2.9) and we did a bit more discussions before we waited for 3pm. Once 3, we waited at our chairs.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until in the end, Tim couldn't take it and called Mr. Dave Tay to check what's going on. He didn't answer the first call, but replied in another, and so he said it was nothing of our fault as the Judges had to go for some Swimming thingy. The Judges were students, by the way. So we then dismissed ourselves and strolled down to the SAC and had lunch. I bought 2 egg pratas, and sat along with the others. We all then engaged in some small talk, which was rather big if you ask me. From school affairs, to braces, to food, to even ACPS history. But then we somehow came to the topic of our allowances, and JKit pointed out my raised one. Through natural instincts, I rebutted him with the fact that most of it had dissapeared this week as I had to pay off certain things like Prefect Cooperate Ts and Combat Skirmish and the sort. Soon followed a little debate on my fortunaty, which ended off with Tim saying at the end of his statement, "...so stop complaining."
It suddenly dawned to me that I sounded as if I was complaining over a benifit, and I was partially ashamed of myself. God was already blessing me with generous parents who were providing me with my needs, and here I was arguing for a standard status and sounding like a complaint. I told myself to stop and not raise the subject any further, and at the same time told the Lord I was sorry. Besides, the payments I made/am going to make this week are making me bankrupt only because I haven't told my parents about the payments yet. If I did, they'd have paid for me.
But I was honestly bankrupt after the pratas, and was fortunate enough to be given a share of Tim and JKit's box of chocolates. Ah, well. Don't think there much that happened later... oh yah! the Pirate game thingy! Any volunteers?
Oh yah, and I'd like to thank Tim for sending me the song 'We Are Hungry' by Jeff Deyo! Thanks!
Romans 8:1! Remember, God loves y'all!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Open Fire!...
For those who don't know, I'm having a GEP Camp this week, stasrting from today till Friday. So while the Express are still working hard on their studies, we'll be around the school (or even outside the school) learning new stuff the classroom probably couldn't teach. But let's talk about what happened on this quarter of the camp, shall we?
Today started with the discovery that our class doesn't have our key. And not just that, but the entire IP section of the level (2.9 onwards) were also affected with the same senario! The only class within this spectrum not effected was 2.11, only because their Keymaster forgot to return their key to the estate office and brought it home instead. So the rest of us either 1) Camped in their classroom while waiting for Assembly, or 2) Endure the elements and be merry along the classroom corridoors. I had to quickly go for a Committee meeting anyway, so it didn't really leave a scratch as I was already heading for the Prefectorial Boardroom. :)
After the meeting about [Confidential], I went back to the Red Level to do my Morning Duties and told the classes on the level to "Go for Assembly NOW!!!". I'm starting to get use to my new duty spot, and it feels interesting when you inspect the classroom once all the students are at the Parade Grounds, only to find a classroom or two unlocked. Then I'd have to bring my marker with me into the room and write a message on their board on behalf of the Prefects to lock their doors properly. Rather interesting, I must say.
Once everyone was dismissed back to their classrooms, we got our bags and headed for Lecture Theatre 1, where we were being brieffed o the details of the camp. We also had a guest speaker who was a reporter from The Straits Times, and he was sharing with us his idea of 'being a man', then later ammusing us with a bonus of little details about the Press we don't really know of as the public. He even showed us these pictures that had to be taken off from the paper drafts due to the fact that they contained 'cencorable stuff', like a real beheaded woman, a real dead soldier and a real corpse of a real suicide bomber.
After the guy's speech, we were dismissed for Recess, after which we were to meet at the assigned venues for our Elective Programmes (We were allowed to choose what activities we wanted to participate in.). Mine was Combat Skirmish for today, and I had togo to the PE Office to meet up with the instructor(s). When I got there, I was 20 minutes early and no one, except the Express classes that were having their PE, was there. So I decided to have Recess again at the Swimming Pool Cafe (Their cookies OWN!). After finishing those golden-brown chunks of love, I made my way back up to the PE Office, which by now Tim, JKitt, JKiet, Matt, ZW, Michael, Arjun, Kevin Beck and many others that I knew were present.
The teachers-in-charge, the instructors and the Sec 4s in-charge of this Elective were still not atround, so I ended up doing pull-ups at the pull-up bars near-by. I finally achieved 17! Yay! And my target for this year was to reach 16! But still, I've got to sustain this 17 - No use being able to do 17 when you can only do one set of it. Then when my classmates that were present wanted an encore, I did another 10, then I refused to do anymore as I wanted to save my energy for Combat Skirmish. This resulted into me being forced into arm wrestling and thumb wrestling. Sheesh.
Soon the teachers (Mr. Gavin Ang and Ms. Kavita) arrived at the scene, along with the Year 4s, so they took our attendance and the payment for the activity. Then we were told to divide ourselves into 4 groups, of which Arjun helped register my class, along with friends of our class, as one group (Team D). Once divided, we were sent to the Boarding House to observe our terrain/boundaries and do a little strategising in our teams. The instructors soon arrived with the weaponry, and they gave us a short but imformative introduction to the game. We were even told to take off our ties and un-tuck our badges. Hmm. Once done, it was time for Teams A and B to play the first match. And that was a good thing, as we had a chance to watch all the action from the 2nd level, giving us a view on how we can improve on any mistakes they were making.
Then it was our turn to battle against Team C. The Clashes of Teams CD. How ironic and punny. Afte praying the Psalms 91:7 Prayer ('A thousand may fall dead beside you, ten thousand all round you, but you will not be harmed.'), I geared up on my weapon and prepared for battle. Being a 'patriot' to my team, I decided to be one of the guys who had the risk of the Frontline. And boy, was it fun! I mean, running about firing at people and blasting them out of the terrain! And it's family-safe! I truely recommend this game to my friends and family! To cut the whole NS Story short (If I typed about it, you'll have to suffer another five or six paragraphs, so I'm just going to save those paragraphs somewhere else and leave the tiny details to myself.), our team won! Overall! Yay! Payers work when you want them to!
Mr. Ang and Ms. Kavita met up with a small group of us after the whole game, and we were exchanging comments on the game, our stratgies and what we looked like from both a fighter's and a spectator's point of view. Mr. Ang actually participated in games like this before (WOW!) and I heard both teachers commenting that they've never seen me run around that madly before. "I mean, he was running here, and there, like a mad Rambo!..." Ah, well.
Once all the rounds were played and the instructors collected the equiptment, they got ut a few forms and asked if anyone of us would like to have a free membership in Combat Skirmish. They were telling us on the benifits of this membership and what people do in the club, like go for BBQs, play the game at various venues and even get promotions (I meant 'General, Seargent' kind of promotion, not the '50% discounts, three week offers' promotion, mind you.). Many classmates registered, and so did I! The instructors had a little difficulty registering me due to my name (Hee hee...) but I got the card anyway! Yay! Some one in our class then suggested to play another round of this during thew June Holidays. And what a splendid idea! But it's a tiny pity for me - I was planning to ask my class a couple of weeks later if they were interested in having a BBQ at my place. Better scratch that out, I guess.
We then gathered around Mr. Ang, who lead us through Reflections, and we were enthusiastic in our comments. I could tell that everyone (Well, except the fat brat who couldn't tolerate a little dirt on his shirt) enjoyed themselves thoroughly and that the $28 dollars spent on this activity was worth it! The other guys are missing out on this, I must declare! They're truely missing out!
Once dismissed, I quickly made my way to the Bus Bay and stripped of my uniform to reveil the PE attire inside. Gasp! Relief after an energetic combat game. I was suppose to wait there for the rest of the canoers, Mr. See and for our bus, but since I was dismissed rather early, I could spend a little more time at the SAC (Canteen, for non-ACS(I)ans). Bought a couple of Char Sao Baos and went to the table that I knew the ussual guys like Tim, Niranjan, JKit, Joel, Kirby and probably a few others would sit. They weren't there yet, so I stood near by, faced towards the glass panels that provided a good view of the Bus Bay and any bus entering or exiting the area. I estimated that by my first bao, the guys would arrive.
And just like the thought, when I reached into the paper bag for the second bao, a voice behind me said, "Raemiguel Lee Fusheng!". I paused for a little while, then turned around to see Tim and a couple ofother guys placing their bags down. He was just about to ask me a question (I heard something like, "What's your Mom's full name, again?" or something like that) when he then remembered that Rush Hour was just about to start so he had to quickly go with JKit to the Italian Stall to order for his stuff. Ah, well. A minute after they left, I finished my food and left for the opposite direction. Pity.
For Water Training, Mr. See told Hao Qing and I to share the StingRay with Michael Ong and Shaun - Meaning we'd take the boat at alternate days. But since the latter pair has a competition this coming Saturday, we had to surrender the boat to them for the rest of the week and take New Tiger instead. Well, at least Tigers are a lot more stable, in comparison to StingRay. Mr. See introduced the Angle Seat (Play Track: Immaculate Chorus). It's just like a normal Racing K High Seat, just that the part where you sit on is tilted more forward. This helps support the paddler when he streches forward, giving him/her a better catch on the water and thus makes it good for sprinting. But he didn't want us to try it out yet, so we'd be waiting. And at the same time, Mr. See himself told us that our seniors hated the seat. Uh, oh.
Just fastforwarding to the evening, my Dad came back home and presented me this card game he bought around the City Hall area. It's called 'Pirates of the Revolution', and it's not exactly related to 'Pirates of the Carribean', but it's really interesting to play, esspecially for a guy like me who loves ships! The only problem is, I need another player to play the game with properly. Anyone wants to volunteer?
Proverbs 14:31! God bless y'all!
Today started with the discovery that our class doesn't have our key. And not just that, but the entire IP section of the level (2.9 onwards) were also affected with the same senario! The only class within this spectrum not effected was 2.11, only because their Keymaster forgot to return their key to the estate office and brought it home instead. So the rest of us either 1) Camped in their classroom while waiting for Assembly, or 2) Endure the elements and be merry along the classroom corridoors. I had to quickly go for a Committee meeting anyway, so it didn't really leave a scratch as I was already heading for the Prefectorial Boardroom. :)
After the meeting about [Confidential], I went back to the Red Level to do my Morning Duties and told the classes on the level to "Go for Assembly NOW!!!". I'm starting to get use to my new duty spot, and it feels interesting when you inspect the classroom once all the students are at the Parade Grounds, only to find a classroom or two unlocked. Then I'd have to bring my marker with me into the room and write a message on their board on behalf of the Prefects to lock their doors properly. Rather interesting, I must say.
Once everyone was dismissed back to their classrooms, we got our bags and headed for Lecture Theatre 1, where we were being brieffed o the details of the camp. We also had a guest speaker who was a reporter from The Straits Times, and he was sharing with us his idea of 'being a man', then later ammusing us with a bonus of little details about the Press we don't really know of as the public. He even showed us these pictures that had to be taken off from the paper drafts due to the fact that they contained 'cencorable stuff', like a real beheaded woman, a real dead soldier and a real corpse of a real suicide bomber.
After the guy's speech, we were dismissed for Recess, after which we were to meet at the assigned venues for our Elective Programmes (We were allowed to choose what activities we wanted to participate in.). Mine was Combat Skirmish for today, and I had togo to the PE Office to meet up with the instructor(s). When I got there, I was 20 minutes early and no one, except the Express classes that were having their PE, was there. So I decided to have Recess again at the Swimming Pool Cafe (Their cookies OWN!). After finishing those golden-brown chunks of love, I made my way back up to the PE Office, which by now Tim, JKitt, JKiet, Matt, ZW, Michael, Arjun, Kevin Beck and many others that I knew were present.
The teachers-in-charge, the instructors and the Sec 4s in-charge of this Elective were still not atround, so I ended up doing pull-ups at the pull-up bars near-by. I finally achieved 17! Yay! And my target for this year was to reach 16! But still, I've got to sustain this 17 - No use being able to do 17 when you can only do one set of it. Then when my classmates that were present wanted an encore, I did another 10, then I refused to do anymore as I wanted to save my energy for Combat Skirmish. This resulted into me being forced into arm wrestling and thumb wrestling. Sheesh.
Soon the teachers (Mr. Gavin Ang and Ms. Kavita) arrived at the scene, along with the Year 4s, so they took our attendance and the payment for the activity. Then we were told to divide ourselves into 4 groups, of which Arjun helped register my class, along with friends of our class, as one group (Team D). Once divided, we were sent to the Boarding House to observe our terrain/boundaries and do a little strategising in our teams. The instructors soon arrived with the weaponry, and they gave us a short but imformative introduction to the game. We were even told to take off our ties and un-tuck our badges. Hmm. Once done, it was time for Teams A and B to play the first match. And that was a good thing, as we had a chance to watch all the action from the 2nd level, giving us a view on how we can improve on any mistakes they were making.
Then it was our turn to battle against Team C. The Clashes of Teams CD. How ironic and punny. Afte praying the Psalms 91:7 Prayer ('A thousand may fall dead beside you, ten thousand all round you, but you will not be harmed.'), I geared up on my weapon and prepared for battle. Being a 'patriot' to my team, I decided to be one of the guys who had the risk of the Frontline. And boy, was it fun! I mean, running about firing at people and blasting them out of the terrain! And it's family-safe! I truely recommend this game to my friends and family! To cut the whole NS Story short (If I typed about it, you'll have to suffer another five or six paragraphs, so I'm just going to save those paragraphs somewhere else and leave the tiny details to myself.), our team won! Overall! Yay! Payers work when you want them to!
Mr. Ang and Ms. Kavita met up with a small group of us after the whole game, and we were exchanging comments on the game, our stratgies and what we looked like from both a fighter's and a spectator's point of view. Mr. Ang actually participated in games like this before (WOW!) and I heard both teachers commenting that they've never seen me run around that madly before. "I mean, he was running here, and there, like a mad Rambo!..." Ah, well.
Once all the rounds were played and the instructors collected the equiptment, they got ut a few forms and asked if anyone of us would like to have a free membership in Combat Skirmish. They were telling us on the benifits of this membership and what people do in the club, like go for BBQs, play the game at various venues and even get promotions (I meant 'General, Seargent' kind of promotion, not the '50% discounts, three week offers' promotion, mind you.). Many classmates registered, and so did I! The instructors had a little difficulty registering me due to my name (Hee hee...) but I got the card anyway! Yay! Some one in our class then suggested to play another round of this during thew June Holidays. And what a splendid idea! But it's a tiny pity for me - I was planning to ask my class a couple of weeks later if they were interested in having a BBQ at my place. Better scratch that out, I guess.
We then gathered around Mr. Ang, who lead us through Reflections, and we were enthusiastic in our comments. I could tell that everyone (Well, except the fat brat who couldn't tolerate a little dirt on his shirt) enjoyed themselves thoroughly and that the $28 dollars spent on this activity was worth it! The other guys are missing out on this, I must declare! They're truely missing out!
Once dismissed, I quickly made my way to the Bus Bay and stripped of my uniform to reveil the PE attire inside. Gasp! Relief after an energetic combat game. I was suppose to wait there for the rest of the canoers, Mr. See and for our bus, but since I was dismissed rather early, I could spend a little more time at the SAC (Canteen, for non-ACS(I)ans). Bought a couple of Char Sao Baos and went to the table that I knew the ussual guys like Tim, Niranjan, JKit, Joel, Kirby and probably a few others would sit. They weren't there yet, so I stood near by, faced towards the glass panels that provided a good view of the Bus Bay and any bus entering or exiting the area. I estimated that by my first bao, the guys would arrive.
And just like the thought, when I reached into the paper bag for the second bao, a voice behind me said, "Raemiguel Lee Fusheng!". I paused for a little while, then turned around to see Tim and a couple ofother guys placing their bags down. He was just about to ask me a question (I heard something like, "What's your Mom's full name, again?" or something like that) when he then remembered that Rush Hour was just about to start so he had to quickly go with JKit to the Italian Stall to order for his stuff. Ah, well. A minute after they left, I finished my food and left for the opposite direction. Pity.
For Water Training, Mr. See told Hao Qing and I to share the StingRay with Michael Ong and Shaun - Meaning we'd take the boat at alternate days. But since the latter pair has a competition this coming Saturday, we had to surrender the boat to them for the rest of the week and take New Tiger instead. Well, at least Tigers are a lot more stable, in comparison to StingRay. Mr. See introduced the Angle Seat (Play Track: Immaculate Chorus). It's just like a normal Racing K High Seat, just that the part where you sit on is tilted more forward. This helps support the paddler when he streches forward, giving him/her a better catch on the water and thus makes it good for sprinting. But he didn't want us to try it out yet, so we'd be waiting. And at the same time, Mr. See himself told us that our seniors hated the seat. Uh, oh.
Just fastforwarding to the evening, my Dad came back home and presented me this card game he bought around the City Hall area. It's called 'Pirates of the Revolution', and it's not exactly related to 'Pirates of the Carribean', but it's really interesting to play, esspecially for a guy like me who loves ships! The only problem is, I need another player to play the game with properly. Anyone wants to volunteer?
Proverbs 14:31! God bless y'all!
Monday, March 26, 2007
100th Post!!!...
Yay! That's right! It's my 100th Post, this thingy you're reading! So to celebrate, I'll feast a little later. But for now, let's do a little Quiz...
FAVOURITE
Kind of pants: Indoors then Jeans, Outdoors then Bermudas.
Number: 5. Number of Favour. Second place is 7, Number of Completion.
Animal: Anything cute in my definition. And that can mean Hermit Crabs or Spiders at times.
Drink: Teh Tarik, probably.
Sport: Why, CANOEING!!! Yay! Canoeing rocks! Praise the Lord for Canoeing!
Month: May! Contains my Birthday!
Cartoon character: Bugs Bunny, Mickey Mouse or Spongebob Squarepants.
HAVE YOU EVER
Been close to dying: Most certainly. From heating up with fevers of +41 degrees, to almost freezing to death during winter in Japan after shivering so hard I could easily simulate a handphone on silent mode.
Loved someone so much it made you cry: Yes. And now that I look back, I find it rather ridiculous. Wasted especially on this particular person.
Broke a bone: Absolutely. I was extremely careful while de-boning my fillet, when suddenly... "Crack."
Played truth or dare: Yes. And did many push-ups because of that. YAY!!!
Ran away: Be more specific.
Broke someones heart: Dunno. Maybe yes, maybe no. No one told me of such, so I don't know from there on.
Cried over someones death: Yes. The Lord's.
Fell off your chair: Of course! There are always those candid momments in class that deserve such a great laugh, that you HAVE to fall off!
Saved e-mails: With gmail, who needs to delete e-mails?
Used someone: Either than spying purposes, which are rather rare, no.
WHAT IS
Your good-luck charm: The Bible. All you need to know and hear in a small and simple book.
Your favorite song: It keeps on changing. For now, Most Favourite Christian Song would be He Never Sleeps by Don Moen, while Most Favourite Non-Christian Song would be La Primavera Trompetera by Los Delinquentes.
Next to you: God! Besides Him, my Tablet. Besides that, my Blackbook.
Your pet peeve: Aieg...
Your motivations: The love of God, family and friends!
EVER HAD
Chicken Pox: Yah. At 4 yrs old, I think.
Sore throat: Duh. What do you expect from Prefect Camps? Well, exept for June Day and EOY...
A one night stand: Nope. Prefer handphones to night stands.
DO YOU
Believe in love at first sight: The situation's possible. But is it sucessful, that's a different question.
Have Long distance relationships: Hao Long is a Chinese. (Pun intended.) Seriously, I don't think so.
Like school: Yes! Absolutely! Why? Well;
1) The school is my only major connection with friends. I don't really hang out with neighbours anymore, so once the school's out, I'll be a lonely slob.
2) You never know what useful things you learn from class, and they 'might not even be part of the sylabus'.
3) School's a great source of adventure. Anything can happen in a snap, literally. I'd rather have 'School Adventure' than have computer gaming adventure as for computer gaming, (Don't know 'bout you guys, but) I'll always have this 'side effect' that after playing for, let's say four hours straight, the sudden change of worlds from virtual to reality makes me a little confused with life, and I may start to wonder for the next few minutes or so about questions like "What's the meaning of life?" or "Where's the value in doing what I do?". A really disturbing side effect, which school tends to schock me with a whole lot lesser times.
Get along with your family: Almost always, I guess.
Wear contact lenses or glasses: Nope! And a good thing, too! Although if anyone has prop glasses, I wouldn't mind keeping one...
Like filling out surveys: Only option-based surveys. Either than that, I find it rather irritating.
Like yourself: Like? Of course not! I LOVE MYSELF! I love the way God created me, and all the different parts of myself which He chose specifically to assemble me. I love the Beloveds of God, which are His Children, which are us, and since I'm one of them, I must also love myself!
WHO
Was the last person who called you: Mom. Missed call, though.
Makes you smile the most: The Lord! You have NO idea how many times He can surprize me!
Knows you best: My God! He knows very well what to plce in my life to help me improve myself!
ARE YOU
Obsessive complusive: Wossat mean?
Suicidal: Nope. What's the point of ending the game of life that God started for you? It's already at your favour, and all you have to do is believe!
YESTERDAY DID YOU
Talk to someone you liked: I assume 'like' reffers to a good friend. Yes.
Buy something: Duh. Like, food for Recess. During Recess.
Get sick: A bit of flam, for an unknown reason, but it's recovering now.
Miss someone: I'm not a lawyer. I can't Ms. someone. Maybe witness, but not enforce.
Talk to an ex: I've talked to rabbits, cats, dogs, hamsters, spiders and hermit crabs. Never tried it on an Ex, whatever species it is.
LAST PERSON WHO
Slept in your bed: Uncle Alex. He came back home during the late afternoon and was tired after a hard day's work, so I allowed him to rest on my bed while I was still working.
Saw or heard you cry: The Lord, but besides Him, maybe the photographer at Ben's Christian Concert event.
Went to the movies with: Family.
Told you he/she loved you: The Lord. He LOVES me!
You said I love you to: The Lord. I LOVE him too!
You fought with: The Crew of the Mosquito. The StingRay had to fight with them for first place, wat.
You made fun of: Mr. Bean. Notice his movements in his new movie.
Made fun of you: Anyone willing to testify? I'd honestly want to know what pointers I can laugh at myself with.
PICK ONE
Are you righty or lefty: Right handed.
Scary or Funny movie: I'd rather have a Comedy than a Horror, if that's what you're trying to ask.
Chocolate or Vanilla: In a solid form, Chocolate rules. Except for Dark Chocolate - I'm allergic to that. But in drinks, I'd preffer Vanilla. More nautral flavour into the drink.
Coffee or Tea: Tea, althugh I wouldn't mind coffee.
Summer or Winter: Both are lovely in their ways. Both have beautiful sceneries and involve holidays. Only difference is one blooms the flowers but rain can be strong, while one kills the flowers but the rain freezes into snow!
Diamond or Pearl: Diamond. Stronger and more lasting.
Pepsi or Coke: Coke. Best preffered to be Vanilla Coke.
Strawberry or Watermelon: Watermelon. May be more messy, but the flavour's sweet and juicy, unlike the other with the sour taste.
Citrus or Berry: Berry, I guess.
Good singer:
Christian singer, either Don Moen or Ron Kenoly.
Non-Christian Singer, so far Amparanoia.
Hated anyone in your family: Hated before, yup. But the hate lasted for short periods of time. Ussually a couple of days, but the longest so far is three weeks.
What was your last dream about: This may take some time, so excuse my proper paragraphing...
It was in the early morning, and I was packing my luggage. Then Tim pops out of nowhere and tells me that I'm 'late for the bus'. He then ran of with his own luggage, and I followed behind. We ended up at a dock next to the sea, and there we meet Kirby, Joel and Niranjan. Niranjan asks me in a rather sharp tone on why I was late, but then quickly grabbed his bags and went through a series of passage ways in between sheds in the dock. The group, including I, followed him, and soon we arrive at a cement jetty that had a yatch the length of about 5 or so classrooms tied to it on the edge.
We quickly boarded the boat, and in the boat was a grand interior. It was somewhat like an artistic interior, just that it fitted well into a yatch's hull. Kirby places his bags down and says, "So we'd be staying here for the next few days, huh?" Somehow not surprised, I went to a cabin with my name on its door and started to unpack. The room was standard with a desk, chair, shelf and legged bed. The window had curtains, and they were swinging along to the waves in a manner that made me thankful I didn't have ceilling lamps.
Soon, I went back to the main room of the boat where we entered into, and lo and behold a posh dinner was set in front of us. We sat and feasted quickly, later moving on to the cockpit of the yatch. Being a canoeist, I was chosen to do the captaning and steering of the ship. I sailed the ship around the coast, but soon found it rather endless and turned it straight back to shore. I suddenly notice that Nanyang Primary was just behind the dock we came from, so I headed for the jetty and tied the boat down to get back on land.
After running my way to the school, I went in through Gate A and met Pi Wei and the rest of the Dream Team at the basketball court. We were catching up on each other, when suddenly a great explosion came from the canteen, and the next thing I know the clocktower breaks at the base and falls forward. It topples over the field, just meters away from us, and clouds of dust blasted in all directions for a couple of seconds. Once all was clear again, we saw the red rubble in front of us. Just about wondering on how the staff would respond, I spotted Mrs. Tang (Our 1st Vice-Principal) crawling from the back of the pile. And she starts to jump madly over the rocks and shouts, "LET'S PARTY!!!" The entire school cohord agreed, and we all started to flood the main field and started dancing to techno music that was being played over the speakers.
Soon, Pi Wei brought me and the rest of the Team to a bar just a few blocks away, where we met up with my class at ACS(I). Jaira waves from the counter and exclaims, "Where the bloody hell were you?!" like what you see in those Australian tourism comercials. I went over and ordered a San Miguel from the bartender.
Then I was woken up by my Mom with the ussual "Miggy!"
Dreams are the most random things the human mind can create, so don't blame me for any of the content in my dreams; I have no idea myself.
When did you last shower: This late afternoon, after coming back home from training.
What book are you reading now: Last book read? Erm, To Kil a Mockingbird, Chapter 12.
Best feeling in the world: God saying once more that He loves me!
What's underneath your bed: Another bed.
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: No, unless you concider my bolster a stuffed animal. But I don't think he's one, right Finchy? Good Finchy! (Hugs bolster) Finchy's nice to cuddle!
What are you most scared of right now: If my GEP Camp goes to waste SEVERELY.
Are you lonely right now: God's always there. What'ya think?
Song thats stuck in your head right now: La Primavera Trompetera by Los Delinquentes.
First thing you notice on opposite sex: Smile. :)
Are you too shy to ask someone out: A guy breaking StingRay's bow, absolutely not! A teacher for more infromation on a subject or event, not really. Friends for a party, slightly. A girl for a date, of course lah!
What are you wearing right now: Loose green shirt and light brown sports pants.
Favorite flower: Rose. Can make Bandung with it!
How many pillows do you sleep with: 1 under my head, one above my head and a bolster between my legs. Total: 3
May add more questions to this post, but I doubt you'd be bothered to stay tune...
FAVOURITE
Kind of pants: Indoors then Jeans, Outdoors then Bermudas.
Number: 5. Number of Favour. Second place is 7, Number of Completion.
Animal: Anything cute in my definition. And that can mean Hermit Crabs or Spiders at times.
Drink: Teh Tarik, probably.
Sport: Why, CANOEING!!! Yay! Canoeing rocks! Praise the Lord for Canoeing!
Month: May! Contains my Birthday!
Cartoon character: Bugs Bunny, Mickey Mouse or Spongebob Squarepants.
HAVE YOU EVER
Been close to dying: Most certainly. From heating up with fevers of +41 degrees, to almost freezing to death during winter in Japan after shivering so hard I could easily simulate a handphone on silent mode.
Loved someone so much it made you cry: Yes. And now that I look back, I find it rather ridiculous. Wasted especially on this particular person.
Broke a bone: Absolutely. I was extremely careful while de-boning my fillet, when suddenly... "Crack."
Played truth or dare: Yes. And did many push-ups because of that. YAY!!!
Ran away: Be more specific.
Broke someones heart: Dunno. Maybe yes, maybe no. No one told me of such, so I don't know from there on.
Cried over someones death: Yes. The Lord's.
Fell off your chair: Of course! There are always those candid momments in class that deserve such a great laugh, that you HAVE to fall off!
Saved e-mails: With gmail, who needs to delete e-mails?
Used someone: Either than spying purposes, which are rather rare, no.
WHAT IS
Your good-luck charm: The Bible. All you need to know and hear in a small and simple book.
Your favorite song: It keeps on changing. For now, Most Favourite Christian Song would be He Never Sleeps by Don Moen, while Most Favourite Non-Christian Song would be La Primavera Trompetera by Los Delinquentes.
Next to you: God! Besides Him, my Tablet. Besides that, my Blackbook.
Your pet peeve: Aieg...
Your motivations: The love of God, family and friends!
EVER HAD
Chicken Pox: Yah. At 4 yrs old, I think.
Sore throat: Duh. What do you expect from Prefect Camps? Well, exept for June Day and EOY...
A one night stand: Nope. Prefer handphones to night stands.
DO YOU
Believe in love at first sight: The situation's possible. But is it sucessful, that's a different question.
Have Long distance relationships: Hao Long is a Chinese. (Pun intended.) Seriously, I don't think so.
Like school: Yes! Absolutely! Why? Well;
1) The school is my only major connection with friends. I don't really hang out with neighbours anymore, so once the school's out, I'll be a lonely slob.
2) You never know what useful things you learn from class, and they 'might not even be part of the sylabus'.
3) School's a great source of adventure. Anything can happen in a snap, literally. I'd rather have 'School Adventure' than have computer gaming adventure as for computer gaming, (Don't know 'bout you guys, but) I'll always have this 'side effect' that after playing for, let's say four hours straight, the sudden change of worlds from virtual to reality makes me a little confused with life, and I may start to wonder for the next few minutes or so about questions like "What's the meaning of life?" or "Where's the value in doing what I do?". A really disturbing side effect, which school tends to schock me with a whole lot lesser times.
Get along with your family: Almost always, I guess.
Wear contact lenses or glasses: Nope! And a good thing, too! Although if anyone has prop glasses, I wouldn't mind keeping one...
Like filling out surveys: Only option-based surveys. Either than that, I find it rather irritating.
Like yourself: Like? Of course not! I LOVE MYSELF! I love the way God created me, and all the different parts of myself which He chose specifically to assemble me. I love the Beloveds of God, which are His Children, which are us, and since I'm one of them, I must also love myself!
WHO
Was the last person who called you: Mom. Missed call, though.
Makes you smile the most: The Lord! You have NO idea how many times He can surprize me!
Knows you best: My God! He knows very well what to plce in my life to help me improve myself!
ARE YOU
Obsessive complusive: Wossat mean?
Suicidal: Nope. What's the point of ending the game of life that God started for you? It's already at your favour, and all you have to do is believe!
YESTERDAY DID YOU
Talk to someone you liked: I assume 'like' reffers to a good friend. Yes.
Buy something: Duh. Like, food for Recess. During Recess.
Get sick: A bit of flam, for an unknown reason, but it's recovering now.
Miss someone: I'm not a lawyer. I can't Ms. someone. Maybe witness, but not enforce.
Talk to an ex: I've talked to rabbits, cats, dogs, hamsters, spiders and hermit crabs. Never tried it on an Ex, whatever species it is.
LAST PERSON WHO
Slept in your bed: Uncle Alex. He came back home during the late afternoon and was tired after a hard day's work, so I allowed him to rest on my bed while I was still working.
Saw or heard you cry: The Lord, but besides Him, maybe the photographer at Ben's Christian Concert event.
Went to the movies with: Family.
Told you he/she loved you: The Lord. He LOVES me!
You said I love you to: The Lord. I LOVE him too!
You fought with: The Crew of the Mosquito. The StingRay had to fight with them for first place, wat.
You made fun of: Mr. Bean. Notice his movements in his new movie.
Made fun of you: Anyone willing to testify? I'd honestly want to know what pointers I can laugh at myself with.
PICK ONE
Are you righty or lefty: Right handed.
Scary or Funny movie: I'd rather have a Comedy than a Horror, if that's what you're trying to ask.
Chocolate or Vanilla: In a solid form, Chocolate rules. Except for Dark Chocolate - I'm allergic to that. But in drinks, I'd preffer Vanilla. More nautral flavour into the drink.
Coffee or Tea: Tea, althugh I wouldn't mind coffee.
Summer or Winter: Both are lovely in their ways. Both have beautiful sceneries and involve holidays. Only difference is one blooms the flowers but rain can be strong, while one kills the flowers but the rain freezes into snow!
Diamond or Pearl: Diamond. Stronger and more lasting.
Pepsi or Coke: Coke. Best preffered to be Vanilla Coke.
Strawberry or Watermelon: Watermelon. May be more messy, but the flavour's sweet and juicy, unlike the other with the sour taste.
Citrus or Berry: Berry, I guess.
Good singer:
Christian singer, either Don Moen or Ron Kenoly.
Non-Christian Singer, so far Amparanoia.
Hated anyone in your family: Hated before, yup. But the hate lasted for short periods of time. Ussually a couple of days, but the longest so far is three weeks.
What was your last dream about: This may take some time, so excuse my proper paragraphing...
It was in the early morning, and I was packing my luggage. Then Tim pops out of nowhere and tells me that I'm 'late for the bus'. He then ran of with his own luggage, and I followed behind. We ended up at a dock next to the sea, and there we meet Kirby, Joel and Niranjan. Niranjan asks me in a rather sharp tone on why I was late, but then quickly grabbed his bags and went through a series of passage ways in between sheds in the dock. The group, including I, followed him, and soon we arrive at a cement jetty that had a yatch the length of about 5 or so classrooms tied to it on the edge.
We quickly boarded the boat, and in the boat was a grand interior. It was somewhat like an artistic interior, just that it fitted well into a yatch's hull. Kirby places his bags down and says, "So we'd be staying here for the next few days, huh?" Somehow not surprised, I went to a cabin with my name on its door and started to unpack. The room was standard with a desk, chair, shelf and legged bed. The window had curtains, and they were swinging along to the waves in a manner that made me thankful I didn't have ceilling lamps.
Soon, I went back to the main room of the boat where we entered into, and lo and behold a posh dinner was set in front of us. We sat and feasted quickly, later moving on to the cockpit of the yatch. Being a canoeist, I was chosen to do the captaning and steering of the ship. I sailed the ship around the coast, but soon found it rather endless and turned it straight back to shore. I suddenly notice that Nanyang Primary was just behind the dock we came from, so I headed for the jetty and tied the boat down to get back on land.
After running my way to the school, I went in through Gate A and met Pi Wei and the rest of the Dream Team at the basketball court. We were catching up on each other, when suddenly a great explosion came from the canteen, and the next thing I know the clocktower breaks at the base and falls forward. It topples over the field, just meters away from us, and clouds of dust blasted in all directions for a couple of seconds. Once all was clear again, we saw the red rubble in front of us. Just about wondering on how the staff would respond, I spotted Mrs. Tang (Our 1st Vice-Principal) crawling from the back of the pile. And she starts to jump madly over the rocks and shouts, "LET'S PARTY!!!" The entire school cohord agreed, and we all started to flood the main field and started dancing to techno music that was being played over the speakers.
Soon, Pi Wei brought me and the rest of the Team to a bar just a few blocks away, where we met up with my class at ACS(I). Jaira waves from the counter and exclaims, "Where the bloody hell were you?!" like what you see in those Australian tourism comercials. I went over and ordered a San Miguel from the bartender.
Then I was woken up by my Mom with the ussual "Miggy!"
Dreams are the most random things the human mind can create, so don't blame me for any of the content in my dreams; I have no idea myself.
When did you last shower: This late afternoon, after coming back home from training.
What book are you reading now: Last book read? Erm, To Kil a Mockingbird, Chapter 12.
Best feeling in the world: God saying once more that He loves me!
What's underneath your bed: Another bed.
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: No, unless you concider my bolster a stuffed animal. But I don't think he's one, right Finchy? Good Finchy! (Hugs bolster) Finchy's nice to cuddle!
What are you most scared of right now: If my GEP Camp goes to waste SEVERELY.
Are you lonely right now: God's always there. What'ya think?
Song thats stuck in your head right now: La Primavera Trompetera by Los Delinquentes.
First thing you notice on opposite sex: Smile. :)
Are you too shy to ask someone out: A guy breaking StingRay's bow, absolutely not! A teacher for more infromation on a subject or event, not really. Friends for a party, slightly. A girl for a date, of course lah!
What are you wearing right now: Loose green shirt and light brown sports pants.
Favorite flower: Rose. Can make Bandung with it!
How many pillows do you sleep with: 1 under my head, one above my head and a bolster between my legs. Total: 3
May add more questions to this post, but I doubt you'd be bothered to stay tune...
Sunday, March 25, 2007
See what I mean...
Today was rather slag. Couldn't go to Church today, so I ended up doing some Maths instead. And a little blog updating, too. But I also heard a CD of Pastor Prince's mesages: The one about the first third of his sermon at Hillsong, Australia. It was about boasting about God's love for me, instead of my love for God, and I found some points interesting, like:
God is refreshed when you take more blessings from Him. (In John 4, Jesus, after being tired out by His long journey to a town in Samaria called Sychar, was full again with 'food to eat that you no nothing about' after sharing with a Samaritan woman about Christ and worship.)
God knows nothing about 'too much blessings'. (e.g. He filled Simon Peter's boat with so much fish (on an unsucessful day) that their nets almost broke and the boats almost sank!)
The Laws (e.g. Thou shal't not...) demands man to give to God, Grace (a.k.a. God's Righteousness At Christ's Expense) requests man to recieve from God!
Martha and Mary (Luke 10:38-42) - Don't be troubled about so many things. Constant worry is bad. Just sit at His feet and recieve from Him! You'll be paid back anything you hink might have been lost (Mary was the only person early enough to anoint Jesus' corpse with herbs and oils after His death.)!
Seek HIM first the Kingdom of God, and HIS Righteousness. (NOT yours.)
David: What can I do to say thanks? God: Recieve MORE from Me!
Just to share. I'm almost there, if you know what I mean. Just one more post...
God is refreshed when you take more blessings from Him. (In John 4, Jesus, after being tired out by His long journey to a town in Samaria called Sychar, was full again with 'food to eat that you no nothing about' after sharing with a Samaritan woman about Christ and worship.)
God knows nothing about 'too much blessings'. (e.g. He filled Simon Peter's boat with so much fish (on an unsucessful day) that their nets almost broke and the boats almost sank!)
The Laws (e.g. Thou shal't not...) demands man to give to God, Grace (a.k.a. God's Righteousness At Christ's Expense) requests man to recieve from God!
Martha and Mary (Luke 10:38-42) - Don't be troubled about so many things. Constant worry is bad. Just sit at His feet and recieve from Him! You'll be paid back anything you hink might have been lost (Mary was the only person early enough to anoint Jesus' corpse with herbs and oils after His death.)!
Seek HIM first the Kingdom of God, and HIS Righteousness. (NOT yours.)
David: What can I do to say thanks? God: Recieve MORE from Me!
Just to share. I'm almost there, if you know what I mean. Just one more post...
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Cannas...
Forgot to post yesterday (Darn, one post delay...) But I must tell you, God really calmed me down yesterday.
Mother Tongue was fine, I guess. And so was Lang Arts B. But during E Science, the anger returned, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson. Everytime I tried to focus on the subject, the issue of Thursday night would flood inside my head again and I'd feel my greatest anger in 5 years. And it was painful. I was praying deep in the insides to God for something, ANYTHING, that can help 'scare away my anger'. And God did just that.
In the middle of the lesson, Mdm was getting angry over people who haven't closed their Tablets, but Tim was trying to type the comments of the lesson out into his computer since he didn't have the notes given out on Tuesday. So when Mdm asked Tim to close his Tablet, Tim burst in the same tone I was afraid of hearing in a class. He appologised later to Mdm, and Mdm also forgave him, but I was left in a daze for the next few minutes. Daze meaning that my anger was literally 'scared away'. I even had a little voice in my head asaying, "You held all that back last night. Be thankful." And I was. I was really schocked out of my fury, and for the rest of the lesson, I could concentrate and understand what Mdm was talking about, even as far as getting involved in a little chat with a few fellow classmates and Mdm herself.
Thanks, Tim! Thanks, Lord!
During Recess, I went to the co-op shop to buy tape so I can laminate my History File to hand it up later. Then I dropped by at the SAC shops for a quick muffin, while meeting Junn Kit and Tim along the way. By now, my insides have calmed down from the shock, so I didn't avoid anyone. We had a chat, then once done eating, we ran back up to class. I got there first, and once there I immediately ran to my table to quickly laminate my file. I took out my plastic rapping, the tape I bought and my front cover page, only to realize I forgot to create a back cover page.
So I quickly paid a visit to the photocopying shop near-by to get a piece of plain paper. Somehow, the guy was in a good mood, and gave the piece of paper for free. Aftrer thanking him, I quickly ran back to class, holding the paper in my arms like a rugby ball and making sure nothing, I said NOTHING, spoils the paper. Back in the class, I whipped out my pencil and drew out the picture of an hourglass with the dropping sand in the shape of a stretched-out hand. Then I did a short 'Cooking Show' in a gay-high Spanish accent at the front of the class, showing to an unknown audience how to laminate a History File with an assistant beside me (Shil). Once done, I was satisfied and went back to my desk to rest after leaving my file with the other files. Phew.
Next was Lang Arts A, where we had to do a rushed role-play for Act 3. I was chosen to be Dememtrius, a part whch I knew how to make funny for this particular this Act, Scene 2 in particular. To cut a long play short, we didn't have enough time to reach the funny part unfortunately. But nevermind - I shall reserve this particular action for another role-play. Await the Miguel...
Then there was L Sci, and all I can say is that L Sci lessons are starting to get more and more interesting. That sentence is just a few more evidental lessons from deserving to end with an Exclaimation Mark. (!)
To end off yesterday, the class stayed back for a few minutes for one of the best 'detentions' any student could recieve! The CIP: To distribute the OEP Prize to the whole class and finish it up! It was so fun, and everyone had his share of the food - Maybe not his fill, but nevertheless his share. Kirby galored over the cheese, Ben over the dried mango, Tim, Joel and Peter over one small can of sparkling grape juice and Sir over the glass bottle of wine-related grape juice. After the (mini-) feast, we were dismissed. And that was, like, 10 minutes or less. That could probably be one of those cases my classmates would refer to as a Pwnage. Notice the purposed irony in the 'P' of Pwnage. Interesting word. Taught to me by an interesting class.
Anyway, back to today, started the day with Water Training at MacRitchie, of which Hao Qing and I were (temporarily) banished to the New Tiger so as to be able to give the StingRay to competior seniors that have a race next Saturday. New Tiger was a whole lot more stable than StingRay, but the seat was just pure painfulness. The bottom of my pelvis bone was aching for another few minutes once I got out of the boat. Sheesh. Those seniors better clock good timing for the sacrifice of my butt.
Then I went back home to wash up and eat lunch, did a bit of work and made my way to Lido Theatre at Orchard Road to purchase four tickets to 'Mr. Bean's Holiday' for my family and I. Yes, tonight we were gonna watch the (second) man with the freakishly-large smile and large way of pace. Then went to my Mom's office to help my parents move a few items around the centre. Once dne, we drove to my Dad's office to park the car, then ate at a food centre downstairs before proceeding to a 7-Eleven to buy some movie snacks before running to Lido to catch the movie. And I must exclaim, the movie was WORTH IT!!! It was hilarious, and although some parts at the begining may be a little irritating, the ending was beautiful and answers the climax very well! I wouldn't mind buying the CD of this show to watch again. It's so good, I refuse to comment on what happened in the show, so as to urge anyone who reads this to go watch!
After the movie, the family went to buy supper at MacDonalds while I went to the basement to do my ussual routine f Poster Observing. You never know what poster you'd find there until you see it. And I found the one about Piratesz of the Carribean: At World's End. But there are some details that I could see I know many other people wouldn't notice. For instance, at the bottom of the poster where the credits are, there's Chow Yunn Fat's name there. That's an extra clue to which country is involved in the movie. Another detail is the small symbol about a cm thick also at the bottom of the poster that states that there's a game version of Pirates of the Carribean 'in any major' retail outlet near you! I will await my turn to play that game...
Mother Tongue was fine, I guess. And so was Lang Arts B. But during E Science, the anger returned, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson. Everytime I tried to focus on the subject, the issue of Thursday night would flood inside my head again and I'd feel my greatest anger in 5 years. And it was painful. I was praying deep in the insides to God for something, ANYTHING, that can help 'scare away my anger'. And God did just that.
In the middle of the lesson, Mdm was getting angry over people who haven't closed their Tablets, but Tim was trying to type the comments of the lesson out into his computer since he didn't have the notes given out on Tuesday. So when Mdm asked Tim to close his Tablet, Tim burst in the same tone I was afraid of hearing in a class. He appologised later to Mdm, and Mdm also forgave him, but I was left in a daze for the next few minutes. Daze meaning that my anger was literally 'scared away'. I even had a little voice in my head asaying, "You held all that back last night. Be thankful." And I was. I was really schocked out of my fury, and for the rest of the lesson, I could concentrate and understand what Mdm was talking about, even as far as getting involved in a little chat with a few fellow classmates and Mdm herself.
Thanks, Tim! Thanks, Lord!
During Recess, I went to the co-op shop to buy tape so I can laminate my History File to hand it up later. Then I dropped by at the SAC shops for a quick muffin, while meeting Junn Kit and Tim along the way. By now, my insides have calmed down from the shock, so I didn't avoid anyone. We had a chat, then once done eating, we ran back up to class. I got there first, and once there I immediately ran to my table to quickly laminate my file. I took out my plastic rapping, the tape I bought and my front cover page, only to realize I forgot to create a back cover page.
So I quickly paid a visit to the photocopying shop near-by to get a piece of plain paper. Somehow, the guy was in a good mood, and gave the piece of paper for free. Aftrer thanking him, I quickly ran back to class, holding the paper in my arms like a rugby ball and making sure nothing, I said NOTHING, spoils the paper. Back in the class, I whipped out my pencil and drew out the picture of an hourglass with the dropping sand in the shape of a stretched-out hand. Then I did a short 'Cooking Show' in a gay-high Spanish accent at the front of the class, showing to an unknown audience how to laminate a History File with an assistant beside me (Shil). Once done, I was satisfied and went back to my desk to rest after leaving my file with the other files. Phew.
Next was Lang Arts A, where we had to do a rushed role-play for Act 3. I was chosen to be Dememtrius, a part whch I knew how to make funny for this particular this Act, Scene 2 in particular. To cut a long play short, we didn't have enough time to reach the funny part unfortunately. But nevermind - I shall reserve this particular action for another role-play. Await the Miguel...
Then there was L Sci, and all I can say is that L Sci lessons are starting to get more and more interesting. That sentence is just a few more evidental lessons from deserving to end with an Exclaimation Mark. (!)
To end off yesterday, the class stayed back for a few minutes for one of the best 'detentions' any student could recieve! The CIP: To distribute the OEP Prize to the whole class and finish it up! It was so fun, and everyone had his share of the food - Maybe not his fill, but nevertheless his share. Kirby galored over the cheese, Ben over the dried mango, Tim, Joel and Peter over one small can of sparkling grape juice and Sir over the glass bottle of wine-related grape juice. After the (mini-) feast, we were dismissed. And that was, like, 10 minutes or less. That could probably be one of those cases my classmates would refer to as a Pwnage. Notice the purposed irony in the 'P' of Pwnage. Interesting word. Taught to me by an interesting class.
Anyway, back to today, started the day with Water Training at MacRitchie, of which Hao Qing and I were (temporarily) banished to the New Tiger so as to be able to give the StingRay to competior seniors that have a race next Saturday. New Tiger was a whole lot more stable than StingRay, but the seat was just pure painfulness. The bottom of my pelvis bone was aching for another few minutes once I got out of the boat. Sheesh. Those seniors better clock good timing for the sacrifice of my butt.
Then I went back home to wash up and eat lunch, did a bit of work and made my way to Lido Theatre at Orchard Road to purchase four tickets to 'Mr. Bean's Holiday' for my family and I. Yes, tonight we were gonna watch the (second) man with the freakishly-large smile and large way of pace. Then went to my Mom's office to help my parents move a few items around the centre. Once dne, we drove to my Dad's office to park the car, then ate at a food centre downstairs before proceeding to a 7-Eleven to buy some movie snacks before running to Lido to catch the movie. And I must exclaim, the movie was WORTH IT!!! It was hilarious, and although some parts at the begining may be a little irritating, the ending was beautiful and answers the climax very well! I wouldn't mind buying the CD of this show to watch again. It's so good, I refuse to comment on what happened in the show, so as to urge anyone who reads this to go watch!
After the movie, the family went to buy supper at MacDonalds while I went to the basement to do my ussual routine f Poster Observing. You never know what poster you'd find there until you see it. And I found the one about Piratesz of the Carribean: At World's End. But there are some details that I could see I know many other people wouldn't notice. For instance, at the bottom of the poster where the credits are, there's Chow Yunn Fat's name there. That's an extra clue to which country is involved in the movie. Another detail is the small symbol about a cm thick also at the bottom of the poster that states that there's a game version of Pirates of the Carribean 'in any major' retail outlet near you! I will await my turn to play that game...
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The Lost King...
Today had it's ups and downs.
Ups first, the day started with PC, where we discussed about the responsibilities of the Class Committee members. Sir was looking through the roles present in the class, then suddenly came up with the tought that our class needed another committee member. He needed to be in charge of the overall image of the class and make sure that everyone's attire is nice and proper. When someone forgets to bring a tie/badge, he has to try hook or crook as many ways as he can to get that missing item for him. He shall be called...
The Image Consultant.
And who would the lucky chap appointed for this duty be? Well, it's no other than the one, the only,...
...Faraaz!!!
(Clap clap clap!) The facinating thing about this new position is that it's just AS POWERFUL as the Vice-Chairman! So that makes him Third Heir of the Throne! Wait a minute, dosn't that make me Fourth Heir? Nevermind about me, I shall just try to make a photo of this to place into my 'Royal Academy of The Dan Empire' collection. Wonder who's gonna be the Music Rep from now on...
For the next two days, our table arrangement would be United Nations Formation, with a Detention Island in the centre of the room. How fun!
We'd be having 2 hours worth of Physical Science today, so we'd have to brace for lots of valence shells.
PE was so-so. I improved on Sit-and-Reach! Yay! At this rate, I'll be able to reach far enough for an A soon! My Gold is Near! Muahahahaahahaaha!!!!
For Recess, Tim commented on my quickness in changing from my PE kitback to my uniform. Well, I'm use to situations when I have to change quickly. Very use to them.
History was horrifying. Sir commented on the fact that Yer 1 files look better than ours, and also 'softly scolded' us on how we can't meet deadlines well. It was a scary 15 minutes or so, and he even checked if we did the questions for the last notes he gave us. I didn't write down my answers, but rather highlighted them from the passage. Wonder if he allowed that or not.
For training, we did our sets outside the lanes, as teh 'B' Division was having their Time Trials. By now, my rotation was just too fast for Hao Qing to catch up, and by 6th and 8th Km, I had to be remided by the coaches to slow down and concentrate more on my catch instead. "Don't row faster! Row harder!" But just when Hao Qing and I were 2 km from the end of our programme, a thunder storm hovered over MacRitchie and the order was given to evacuate the water. Tiring days.
Then came the part of the day when I started getting angry. Real angry. From this point of the post till the end, I have a strange feeling that I'll be exagerating in my anger, so please don't take my word for what I say - I'm just angry.
See, I lost my Midsummer Night's Dream book, and I'll be needing it for Language Arts A. So I requested from my parents to order from Pacific Bookstores another book, of which they agreed. They then asked about my search for the original book and how I can comfirm that it'slost. I told them that it was originally on my desk with the other books, just that it was on the TOP of the pile. I was already annoyed that I lost my book, and my Mom could still ask, "Then it grew legs and ran away?" Trying my best to show that I was irritated in the most peaceful of ways, I sarcastically replied with a flat "Yes.".
And then they wanted to know if I have a book to borrow for tomorrow. I told them I'll look into the matter, but then they immediately pinpointed out people for me to ask. I won't mentioned the people whom they mentioned, but I was offended by how they treated one of them. And no matter how much I calmly tried to defend for that person, they just butted back with another comment on the person and how I should 'get my revenge'. He 'paid me back' fully already. By showing me his side of life, I understand his equation of friendship, and whatever wrong he had done in my past, I can finally understand what really happened and I can forgive.
Then my Dad blamed me for being a scaredy-cat because I didn't automatically go and call up anyone for help on this situation. He asked on 'what's wrong' with me and said I should 'be more brave' and 'try to ask for help when I need it'. I was getting more and more offended by these comments but by the Grace of God I held it back. My Dad was just telling me about how 'scared' I am to speak up for myself and then came back to the point of the person both my parents were 'commenting' about, telling me to 'try to use favour at my advantage'. I must really be exagerating now, or I'll not want to know what kind of words went through my mind.
So I went around in Msn to contact people on where I can borrow a MSND book. Matt Ch'ng advised on the point11ers, and so I reported to my parents that I found a book to borrow. By now, I was calming down to safer levels but was still angry in some points. But then my Dad came into my room and served fruits for me to eat. I was just about to say thanks when he placed the plate of papayas on my desk, until he then commented, "Here's your suffering."
"Suffering"? SUFFERING? He still dares to think I'm childish enough to concider a measly papaya a 'suffering'? I swallowed my fury back for a while, making way in my throat to mumble out as calmly as possible, "I said nothing. I never called it a burden, or suffering." "No," he replied. "Your Mom was telling me to call it..."
The momment I heard that, I could here the last straw in my heart burning furiously. Hopefully they didn't notice, but I was scratching my fingers on the keyboard of my Tablet PC. I was doing all I could to hold back all the anger, and it was a good thing no other humiliating comment was said tonight. Or I swear punches would have flown, even if they're my parents. I was that angry, and it was a good thing Uncle Alex wasn't there, or his irritating chuckles might have brought him to his... urgh!
I shall pray to the Lord to relax myself. I shall complain to God, like what some people in the Bible would do. I'll complain about what happened, but still acknowledge that God knows what he's doing. Pray that everything goes fine. By tommorow, I have faith it should be.
If Junn Kit ever does anything irritating in front of me for the first twenty minutes in school,...
Ups first, the day started with PC, where we discussed about the responsibilities of the Class Committee members. Sir was looking through the roles present in the class, then suddenly came up with the tought that our class needed another committee member. He needed to be in charge of the overall image of the class and make sure that everyone's attire is nice and proper. When someone forgets to bring a tie/badge, he has to try hook or crook as many ways as he can to get that missing item for him. He shall be called...
The Image Consultant.
And who would the lucky chap appointed for this duty be? Well, it's no other than the one, the only,...
...Faraaz!!!
(Clap clap clap!) The facinating thing about this new position is that it's just AS POWERFUL as the Vice-Chairman! So that makes him Third Heir of the Throne! Wait a minute, dosn't that make me Fourth Heir? Nevermind about me, I shall just try to make a photo of this to place into my 'Royal Academy of The Dan Empire' collection. Wonder who's gonna be the Music Rep from now on...
For the next two days, our table arrangement would be United Nations Formation, with a Detention Island in the centre of the room. How fun!
We'd be having 2 hours worth of Physical Science today, so we'd have to brace for lots of valence shells.
PE was so-so. I improved on Sit-and-Reach! Yay! At this rate, I'll be able to reach far enough for an A soon! My Gold is Near! Muahahahaahahaaha!!!!
For Recess, Tim commented on my quickness in changing from my PE kitback to my uniform. Well, I'm use to situations when I have to change quickly. Very use to them.
History was horrifying. Sir commented on the fact that Yer 1 files look better than ours, and also 'softly scolded' us on how we can't meet deadlines well. It was a scary 15 minutes or so, and he even checked if we did the questions for the last notes he gave us. I didn't write down my answers, but rather highlighted them from the passage. Wonder if he allowed that or not.
For training, we did our sets outside the lanes, as teh 'B' Division was having their Time Trials. By now, my rotation was just too fast for Hao Qing to catch up, and by 6th and 8th Km, I had to be remided by the coaches to slow down and concentrate more on my catch instead. "Don't row faster! Row harder!" But just when Hao Qing and I were 2 km from the end of our programme, a thunder storm hovered over MacRitchie and the order was given to evacuate the water. Tiring days.
Then came the part of the day when I started getting angry. Real angry. From this point of the post till the end, I have a strange feeling that I'll be exagerating in my anger, so please don't take my word for what I say - I'm just angry.
See, I lost my Midsummer Night's Dream book, and I'll be needing it for Language Arts A. So I requested from my parents to order from Pacific Bookstores another book, of which they agreed. They then asked about my search for the original book and how I can comfirm that it'slost. I told them that it was originally on my desk with the other books, just that it was on the TOP of the pile. I was already annoyed that I lost my book, and my Mom could still ask, "Then it grew legs and ran away?" Trying my best to show that I was irritated in the most peaceful of ways, I sarcastically replied with a flat "Yes.".
And then they wanted to know if I have a book to borrow for tomorrow. I told them I'll look into the matter, but then they immediately pinpointed out people for me to ask. I won't mentioned the people whom they mentioned, but I was offended by how they treated one of them. And no matter how much I calmly tried to defend for that person, they just butted back with another comment on the person and how I should 'get my revenge'. He 'paid me back' fully already. By showing me his side of life, I understand his equation of friendship, and whatever wrong he had done in my past, I can finally understand what really happened and I can forgive.
Then my Dad blamed me for being a scaredy-cat because I didn't automatically go and call up anyone for help on this situation. He asked on 'what's wrong' with me and said I should 'be more brave' and 'try to ask for help when I need it'. I was getting more and more offended by these comments but by the Grace of God I held it back. My Dad was just telling me about how 'scared' I am to speak up for myself and then came back to the point of the person both my parents were 'commenting' about, telling me to 'try to use favour at my advantage'. I must really be exagerating now, or I'll not want to know what kind of words went through my mind.
So I went around in Msn to contact people on where I can borrow a MSND book. Matt Ch'ng advised on the point11ers, and so I reported to my parents that I found a book to borrow. By now, I was calming down to safer levels but was still angry in some points. But then my Dad came into my room and served fruits for me to eat. I was just about to say thanks when he placed the plate of papayas on my desk, until he then commented, "Here's your suffering."
"Suffering"? SUFFERING? He still dares to think I'm childish enough to concider a measly papaya a 'suffering'? I swallowed my fury back for a while, making way in my throat to mumble out as calmly as possible, "I said nothing. I never called it a burden, or suffering." "No," he replied. "Your Mom was telling me to call it..."
The momment I heard that, I could here the last straw in my heart burning furiously. Hopefully they didn't notice, but I was scratching my fingers on the keyboard of my Tablet PC. I was doing all I could to hold back all the anger, and it was a good thing no other humiliating comment was said tonight. Or I swear punches would have flown, even if they're my parents. I was that angry, and it was a good thing Uncle Alex wasn't there, or his irritating chuckles might have brought him to his... urgh!
I shall pray to the Lord to relax myself. I shall complain to God, like what some people in the Bible would do. I'll complain about what happened, but still acknowledge that God knows what he's doing. Pray that everything goes fine. By tommorow, I have faith it should be.
If Junn Kit ever does anything irritating in front of me for the first twenty minutes in school,...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Return my chair back...
NCC (Land) men came back from their camp. Finally.
Anyway, I just want to fastforward to the part where Ihad to go for the x-ray today. A dental one, around my jaw. Just to give my dentist a better picture of my mouth and help her give advice on what steps to take to fix the crookedness. And one too many dentists have already told me about braces. I've heard of the stories of people who suffer the pains of them thingys, but if I have no choice I might as well be optimistic about it. Wonder how I'd sound like with braces on. Mr. Tay? Probably.
After school, I rushed to the bus-stop on the opposite side of the road, then hailed a cab to my Dad's office, where I met my Dad and Aunt Alice. Daddy then brought me to Subway for lunch before driving me to the x-ray centre nearby. When it was my turn, a Filippino doctor (I should know: I'm half Filippino) called for me and lead me into a white room with a contraption at one wall. He then told me to bite onto this protrudding white plastic stick at the level of my mouth, until my teeth aline with the dent on the stick. I did so,and once alined, the doctor quickly started to screw clamps onto my head like a carpenter, just more complex. I felt like a science experiment and bit hard onto the plastic to prevent myself from laughing.
After the seventeenth clamp, the man told me to keep still, then walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. In a matter of seconds, the contraption soon came to life, and a black plate, which I assumed contained the film, started to revolve around my head in a slow pace almost as slow as a turtle. Once the revolution was complete, the door swung back open and the Fillipino man, accompanied by a very short Chinese lady, marched in to unscrew me to freedom. The lady then told me to leave the room and wait at the lobby. After the next patient was taken photo of, my film was complete and I had a chance to see my mouth. Here's how it looks like:
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Not that clear, but this x-ray's not much different to the one I took last year. Just that a few milk teeth are missing. Well, let's just see what God allows to happens to my teeth...
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Emotional contrast...
Discovered during PE that we were going to recieve our own personal training plan for PE lessons until NAPHA. I heard the components of what the others had to go through (6 Laps, 5 tuck-jumps, 3 tries on SBJ, ect.), but when she got to my name, she said that I could get straight As, saying that I "could be a PE Coach already". How nice. Toj, Koon Min and Ting Wei were also 'coaches' and we all were actually permitted to play games if only we had a larger group. Sad. So Mdm made us do small amounts of each event and we were dismissed. Yayzers!
Life Science Practical was the last part of the three-part lesson on DNA Fingerprinting, and all we had to do was mix the mastermix-ed sample with buffer and micropipette it in the Electrophoresis Chamber. Then we had a lecture on what we just did and other things to take note of. And in the way the lecture went, I must admit that Life Science lessons are starting to get more enjoyable these days!
Next was ePOD, and we found out that we've got a new Philosophy teacher: Ms Jean Luah! FOr those who don't know, she was my Language Arts teacher last year, so since the class knew her standards of deciefering and systematic thinking, we weren't surprise to find her in this lesson. We applauded when she asked how we felt for her to come back and be our teacher again, and so we gave her encouragement to teach us for the next three terms. Yays!
After that was ISO, where I attended a Oral Defence of a few guys, and now I've got a rough idea of what they want. So all I need now is to animate my stuff, and I can nail down Mrs. Anna Lim with satisfaction! (I'm not sure if I used the term 'nail down' in the right context, but I meant it in a non-religeous and positive way. Boy, I need to learn the definitions of modern slang.)
For Mother Tongue, I had to do a mock oral test and talk for two minutes about OEP. Many people before me couldn't say much as they'd have forgotten what happened in the outing and in what order. But when it came to my turn, I could remember the camp in great detail, as I wrote not one, but FOUR song spoofs about it. So although I scored a 6-upon-10 for Language, I scored 8-upon-10 for Content! And also in my Language Arts A paper last term, I could remember the whole of Act 1 Scene 1 of MidSummer Night's Dream as I spoofed it using the class! So from now on, when I need to study for an exam of a confussing subject, I shall make a spoof of it - wheather be it music or show - to help me remember the necasary details! Praise the Lord for creativity!
For training today, The StingRay (Me and Hao Qing) was to compete against The Mosquito (Kenneth and Joon Sin)! Won't mention how we raced, but in the end the Mosquito won, probably because Hao Qing's new to this breed of boats anyway. And my rotation was a little too fast for him to catch up. Will work on it.
Romans 15:1-6! God bless'ya!
Life Science Practical was the last part of the three-part lesson on DNA Fingerprinting, and all we had to do was mix the mastermix-ed sample with buffer and micropipette it in the Electrophoresis Chamber. Then we had a lecture on what we just did and other things to take note of. And in the way the lecture went, I must admit that Life Science lessons are starting to get more enjoyable these days!
Next was ePOD, and we found out that we've got a new Philosophy teacher: Ms Jean Luah! FOr those who don't know, she was my Language Arts teacher last year, so since the class knew her standards of deciefering and systematic thinking, we weren't surprise to find her in this lesson. We applauded when she asked how we felt for her to come back and be our teacher again, and so we gave her encouragement to teach us for the next three terms. Yays!
After that was ISO, where I attended a Oral Defence of a few guys, and now I've got a rough idea of what they want. So all I need now is to animate my stuff, and I can nail down Mrs. Anna Lim with satisfaction! (I'm not sure if I used the term 'nail down' in the right context, but I meant it in a non-religeous and positive way. Boy, I need to learn the definitions of modern slang.)
For Mother Tongue, I had to do a mock oral test and talk for two minutes about OEP. Many people before me couldn't say much as they'd have forgotten what happened in the outing and in what order. But when it came to my turn, I could remember the camp in great detail, as I wrote not one, but FOUR song spoofs about it. So although I scored a 6-upon-10 for Language, I scored 8-upon-10 for Content! And also in my Language Arts A paper last term, I could remember the whole of Act 1 Scene 1 of MidSummer Night's Dream as I spoofed it using the class! So from now on, when I need to study for an exam of a confussing subject, I shall make a spoof of it - wheather be it music or show - to help me remember the necasary details! Praise the Lord for creativity!
For training today, The StingRay (Me and Hao Qing) was to compete against The Mosquito (Kenneth and Joon Sin)! Won't mention how we raced, but in the end the Mosquito won, probably because Hao Qing's new to this breed of boats anyway. And my rotation was a little too fast for him to catch up. Will work on it.
Romans 15:1-6! God bless'ya!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Let 'em roll...
Recieved a new timetable. Everybody did. Now, the school tries to fit two Pastoral Care periods into a week! Yipee! Who wouldn't love Pastoral Care?
Anyway, in the Prefect Fall in this morning, I checked for my new dutyfor this term, and turns out that I'm doing Level Duty! On the Red Level! With Jaira and Zachary! Yayz! Some adventure, for once this year! Jai told me the different things to do in this duty, like going from class to class to tell the students to go assemble at 7.20, and checking the doors of empty classrooms and making sure they're locked properly. It was interesting, and there was still some spare time to slack off and chat with fellow Prefects until 8, when we had to assemble outside the New Audi and quietly blend in with the crowd.
Chapel today, as far as I heard, was about jealousy, and let's just say that due to my past, I could relate very well to the talker's points.
Then there was History, where we finish off our Colonialist Saga. The NCC (Land) men had to go for a camp or something, and that included Tim, so Sir requested for Shil, who was kicked-out France from another table, to become 'King Philip'. Well, I doubt that he had as much attention as Tim if I made much a move, so that was one burden relaxed. To remind those who weren't aware, the plan was that all the colonialists in the game target Japan now, since after all, Japan's a powerful country of 'infinite' armies.
But I wanted to be evil.
Just like Napoleon.
And so at my Capital in Northern Europe, I faced my army to Ukrane and declared a state of war at the Capital state of Russia. Russia (Joel) was trying to request for peace, but I wasn't bothered to listen. Russia had so much land, and I was just two turns away from getting it all. ALL!!! The Russian Capital was poorly defended, with only as many as 5-odd armies protecting it from my 26 armies. I weakened the capital by half, needing to wait for my turn to strikew again. Japan (Sir) came to our table for a couple of throws where he also attacked Russia in Russian China and USA (or should I say USR?), defeatingthose colonies mercilessly. In Russia's turn, he was forced to return fire by attacking one of my countries in South America. I wasn't worried. 'Let him take it,' I told myself. 'It'll be yours again anyway.'
But then there was a tiny detail which I forgot to notice in my plans. The rest of the world was watching. The other colonialists that were watching saw my intentions and knew it was a good move to gain that whole half of the map, and in no time at all Russia was brutally attacked until - of all countries - England (JKit) won two-thirds of the entire map. I watched as my plan's sucesses went to another man. It was humiliating, and I was moaning like how Napolen would when he found out he lost Russia. UK wanted to give me a few countries to make up for my lost, but that wasn't my purpose, and it was too late. France hated England. And with such fury, people were lucky it was just a game. Or heads might had rolled.
And so I channeled my anger to the dices, where I was ready to throw in my turn of attacking England itself. But then it was time's up, and the game had to end. Completely. I had a sudden rush of anger in my or a few seconds before it totally left me. But don't get me wrong, I still understood it was a game. Just that battles can be quite addictive. Now to write my Reflections on this game (It's really homework.)
To cut a long day short, the school half of theday ended with PC, where we talked about the matters in the class and caght up with events like Class T-Shirt production and the announcement of the class outing to the Esplanade to watch 'The Phantom ofthe Opera'. I'm interested in the musical, and about the shirt - I'm not sure if Genisis 49:16-18 would work. It's basically about the prophesy on the tribe of Dan (Yes, Dan was a real Bible character. He was one of Joseph's brothers.) And at the last part, we did a survey as a class on what we felt about the OEP camp to Desaru. When Sir asked us if we enjoyed ourselves in the camp, I was ready to shout out loud, "Yah!" along with (assumably) the rest of the class.
But to my surprise, or even to my horror, everyone in the class said 'so-so'. 'So-so'? 'SO-SO'? Why, was it me, or was I the only person who greatly enjoyed myself overall i the camp? Since it was a class survey, I decided to hold back my enthusiastic, or as my class would say 'enthu', comment and say plainly that I loved it. This really reminds me of the story of the land spies in Numbers 13-14.
In short, it's the story about leaders whom Moses was asked to send to scout the lands of Canaan, which God was going to gve to them in due time. All the men selected went through the lands and saw the many things the land could provide, from richly fertile soil, to great food supply like abundances of granates, figs and bundles of grapes so large it required two men to carry a single bundle on a pole! The only thing that scared most of the spies was that the land was inhabitted with literally tall and big people. They appeared strong and powerful in comparrison to the Israelites, and after scouting for 40 days they returned to the whole community of Israel to report to them that the place was filled with undefeatable giants, advising them not to enter the land and backing up their plea with false reports about how unfertile and bad the soil was and how little the food supply was.
Only two spies, Joshua and Caleb, said that the land was exceedingly beautiful and excellent, stating that if the Lord was at favour, which he was all along, He'd bless them with the victory over 'that rich and fertile land' (Good News Bible)/ 'a land flowing with mlk and honey' (New International Version). But the community wouldn't want to listen, and they kept on complaining that the Lord had brought them to great trouble. This made God upset, as all of them, except Joshua, Caleb, Moses and Aaron, didn't trust in the Lord. I mean, how would you feel if you told your friend that you placed a million bucks in his mailbox, which you did, and he didn't believe you, staying away from his mailbox in great ignorance? So God ensured that no one in that particular generation of Israelites, except Caleb, would never get to see the Promised Land in their lifetime. Oh, and God struct a disease on all the spies that lied to the community infear.
Very similiar to this survey. Except for the ending part.
No training for me today as I needed to attend a Prefectorial Term Meeting, where all Prefects were briefed by the different committees in the Board about what happened in Term 1 and what can be expected in Term 2. I get to know about the latest events in store for the school, and I think the school has loads to expect. That's as far as I can say.
Anyway, in the Prefect Fall in this morning, I checked for my new dutyfor this term, and turns out that I'm doing Level Duty! On the Red Level! With Jaira and Zachary! Yayz! Some adventure, for once this year! Jai told me the different things to do in this duty, like going from class to class to tell the students to go assemble at 7.20, and checking the doors of empty classrooms and making sure they're locked properly. It was interesting, and there was still some spare time to slack off and chat with fellow Prefects until 8, when we had to assemble outside the New Audi and quietly blend in with the crowd.
Chapel today, as far as I heard, was about jealousy, and let's just say that due to my past, I could relate very well to the talker's points.
Then there was History, where we finish off our Colonialist Saga. The NCC (Land) men had to go for a camp or something, and that included Tim, so Sir requested for Shil, who was kicked-out France from another table, to become 'King Philip'. Well, I doubt that he had as much attention as Tim if I made much a move, so that was one burden relaxed. To remind those who weren't aware, the plan was that all the colonialists in the game target Japan now, since after all, Japan's a powerful country of 'infinite' armies.
But I wanted to be evil.
Just like Napoleon.
And so at my Capital in Northern Europe, I faced my army to Ukrane and declared a state of war at the Capital state of Russia. Russia (Joel) was trying to request for peace, but I wasn't bothered to listen. Russia had so much land, and I was just two turns away from getting it all. ALL!!! The Russian Capital was poorly defended, with only as many as 5-odd armies protecting it from my 26 armies. I weakened the capital by half, needing to wait for my turn to strikew again. Japan (Sir) came to our table for a couple of throws where he also attacked Russia in Russian China and USA (or should I say USR?), defeatingthose colonies mercilessly. In Russia's turn, he was forced to return fire by attacking one of my countries in South America. I wasn't worried. 'Let him take it,' I told myself. 'It'll be yours again anyway.'
But then there was a tiny detail which I forgot to notice in my plans. The rest of the world was watching. The other colonialists that were watching saw my intentions and knew it was a good move to gain that whole half of the map, and in no time at all Russia was brutally attacked until - of all countries - England (JKit) won two-thirds of the entire map. I watched as my plan's sucesses went to another man. It was humiliating, and I was moaning like how Napolen would when he found out he lost Russia. UK wanted to give me a few countries to make up for my lost, but that wasn't my purpose, and it was too late. France hated England. And with such fury, people were lucky it was just a game. Or heads might had rolled.
And so I channeled my anger to the dices, where I was ready to throw in my turn of attacking England itself. But then it was time's up, and the game had to end. Completely. I had a sudden rush of anger in my or a few seconds before it totally left me. But don't get me wrong, I still understood it was a game. Just that battles can be quite addictive. Now to write my Reflections on this game (It's really homework.)
To cut a long day short, the school half of theday ended with PC, where we talked about the matters in the class and caght up with events like Class T-Shirt production and the announcement of the class outing to the Esplanade to watch 'The Phantom ofthe Opera'. I'm interested in the musical, and about the shirt - I'm not sure if Genisis 49:16-18 would work. It's basically about the prophesy on the tribe of Dan (Yes, Dan was a real Bible character. He was one of Joseph's brothers.) And at the last part, we did a survey as a class on what we felt about the OEP camp to Desaru. When Sir asked us if we enjoyed ourselves in the camp, I was ready to shout out loud, "Yah!" along with (assumably) the rest of the class.
But to my surprise, or even to my horror, everyone in the class said 'so-so'. 'So-so'? 'SO-SO'? Why, was it me, or was I the only person who greatly enjoyed myself overall i the camp? Since it was a class survey, I decided to hold back my enthusiastic, or as my class would say 'enthu', comment and say plainly that I loved it. This really reminds me of the story of the land spies in Numbers 13-14.
In short, it's the story about leaders whom Moses was asked to send to scout the lands of Canaan, which God was going to gve to them in due time. All the men selected went through the lands and saw the many things the land could provide, from richly fertile soil, to great food supply like abundances of granates, figs and bundles of grapes so large it required two men to carry a single bundle on a pole! The only thing that scared most of the spies was that the land was inhabitted with literally tall and big people. They appeared strong and powerful in comparrison to the Israelites, and after scouting for 40 days they returned to the whole community of Israel to report to them that the place was filled with undefeatable giants, advising them not to enter the land and backing up their plea with false reports about how unfertile and bad the soil was and how little the food supply was.
Only two spies, Joshua and Caleb, said that the land was exceedingly beautiful and excellent, stating that if the Lord was at favour, which he was all along, He'd bless them with the victory over 'that rich and fertile land' (Good News Bible)/ 'a land flowing with mlk and honey' (New International Version). But the community wouldn't want to listen, and they kept on complaining that the Lord had brought them to great trouble. This made God upset, as all of them, except Joshua, Caleb, Moses and Aaron, didn't trust in the Lord. I mean, how would you feel if you told your friend that you placed a million bucks in his mailbox, which you did, and he didn't believe you, staying away from his mailbox in great ignorance? So God ensured that no one in that particular generation of Israelites, except Caleb, would never get to see the Promised Land in their lifetime. Oh, and God struct a disease on all the spies that lied to the community infear.
Very similiar to this survey. Except for the ending part.
No training for me today as I needed to attend a Prefectorial Term Meeting, where all Prefects were briefed by the different committees in the Board about what happened in Term 1 and what can be expected in Term 2. I get to know about the latest events in store for the school, and I think the school has loads to expect. That's as far as I can say.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I surrender...
God loves me!
I love God!
We love each other!
But He loves me more!
[I just want to spend the next few sentences typing about God's love for me, if you don't mind.]
God so loved me!
God killed His Son just to pay for my sins!
I owed God so much, yet He payed for it, and with a great remainder!
God so loves me!
He gave me a new life after I first met Him properly!
He's been showering me with blessings ever since!
PSLE,
ACS(I),
Canoeing,
new friends,
nicer family,
better relationship with Him.
All His doings!
I love Him for loving me that much!
He loves me no matter how much I may loose track of Him!
He will always LOVE me!
Thank you. I needed to do that for a while. Now to move on to tonight's (or should I say last night's) Christian Concert. It was what I needed for my times now, and I praise the
lord He allowed Beb to invite me to it. I felt God's strong presense again, and it was shiok!
Let's start with me getting there. Now this is a completely different story. I under-estimated the speed of the MRT, and also took the wrong route, thus I would arrive at Tampines MRT Station 20 minutes late of the show. Not the meeting time, the SHOW. And that's just arriving at the station. I still needed to wait for the bus that could take me to the centre of the performance, and I allighted at the wrong bus-stop, so I was lost for another five minutes. And through the whole journey, I was really angry at myself (Not the type of anger that can make me kill, but nevertheless angry) for holding back the others (Tim, Ben and probably his cell group) and the only thought holding my anger back was that I was going to an event to praise God, and not upset Him. Little did I know that this anger was about to be toned down greatly.
Once at the building, I passed through a couple of gates, both guarded with teenagers that greeted me warmly, so I greeted back with all due nervousness and surprise. Then Ben popped out of nowhere, and gave the ticket lady my ticket, telling her that it was mine. He then led me through a maze of escalators (well, two actually. But anyway,) and into this small hall which had a smaller stage at the corner.
He raced his way straight to the front where the stage was just a man's width away, and so I followed him. It was so far in front, we had to sit down on the floor, like good ol' days in my old church. A price I'm willing to pay for worship to the Lord, no matter how crowded. Don't get me wrong; I don't find sitting on a carpet floor a burden. It's just that when I entered the hall, it was so crowded I couldn't see the front occupied by cross-legged people.
Anyway, once at the center of the front ("Front and Center!"), I found Tim seated along with the others, whoever they were. Still in my panicly-rushed mode, I sat down quickly without sparing a word to anything. Tim then went over and said, "Good thing you were able to make it." I tilted my head, looking back after replying with a, "Same here." A girl, who I presumed to be part of Ben's Cell group, and was sitting behind me as well, warmly welcomed me and asked for my name. I was caught in a shock, as I didn't want to tell her my real name since it may confuse her, but I ussually tell people I'm Miggy when I know them well (That's why I found it shocking and difficult when my class told my teachers this year that they could call me Miggy.) So I just told her I was Miggy, but under the loud noises in the hall, she heard me say Nicky. So for the next few hours, I was Nicholas Lee Fusheng. Facinating, and this isn't the first time I 'changed my identity'.
Apparently, I came during the 'lucky draw', so I haven't missed out on much of the singing and praising yet. After watching the distribution of Bibles to lucky - wait, no - blessed people and finding out that a little girl, probably in lower primary, won an iPod, we moved on to singing His praises! Yay!
Christian songs are most well-known for the fact that they have touched every form of appreciated music. From Instrumental, to chior, to jazz, to rock, to metal, to 60's, to rap, to R and B, to soul. Every single form. And for this band, they used, erm, I don't know what this gene is exactly so I won't say anything for legal purposes. But I guess I can describe it as a relative of metal or rock. I'm not sure. So we were all singing, and I was enjoying the songs, and everyone was jumping, and since I've always seen my Church jump but never joined in, I decided to jump along, and by the fifth jump I realised I was moving backwards, and by the seventh I was hopping over Tim's foot, so I decided to stop and do what I normally do and raise my hands in praise. What stuck in my mind the most was a song called 'Surrender'.
I can't remember the lyrics, and I can't remember the tune, but I know I was greatly touched by God when I sung the song, and so I kneeled down with out-stretched arms, praising God with singing and Tongues. Next thing I know, I get a vision of me kneeling like how I was at that momment by a big gate, with God just standing there reaching out His arm to help me up. And it was raining. Now, for reasons that I can't put in words, I shall not share on how relavant this vision is to me. But I can say one detail: Ever since my first Canoeing Competition, rain always symbolised that God was there for me.
I was filled with the Happiness of the Lord, and I was speaking in Tongues for the next few (unknown measurement of time). I then noticed that I wasn't crying, like how I'm suppose to when I'm touched by the Lord. So I was asking God, "Lord, why am I not crying like the other times you made me cry? Where's my te..." Before I could finish my question, a tear ran down my cheek. "Thanks, Lord," I replied.
After the songs, came a Preaching session by this Ang Moh lady who first used some random volunteers to play out the scene of Amnon and Tamar, which you can find in 2 Samuel 13. It's basically goes like this:
Amnon, one of the sons of King David, and his love for Tamar, his half-sister. He wanted her to be his, but knew that King David wouldn't approve of it. So one day, a shrewd friend of Ammon advised him to act as if he's sick, then request King David to call for Tamar to go and cook food in Ammon's presense, and to serve the food to him personally. So Ammon did so, and the King fell for it and asked Tamar to do as he said. Tamar went over to Ammon's house and made cakes, baking them in front of him and emptying the pans of cake for him to eat. But Ammon refused to eat at first. He ordered all others in the house to leave, then turned to Tamar and requested her to serve him personally. So she took the cakes and served them on his bed. As she offered the cakes, he grabbed her and demanded her to 'go to bed' with him. Tamar, being a virgin princess, pleaded out, but he wouldn't listen, and since he was stronger, he forced her into the bed and raped her.
After making 'love', Ammon was filled with rage greater than his previous love for Tamar, and told her to leave his presense at once. She was scared and didn't want to, pleading for mercy, but he wouldn't listen and ordered his men to throw her out. Tossed out the door, she poured ashes over her head (A sign of grief) and tore her robes (Another sign of grief), and fleed to Absalom, her pure brother whom's house she stayed refuge in great sadness and loneliness.
So the lady on the stage was using this story to share about many qualities we as teenagers shouldn't fall for, and I assume an obvious example is already understood. She then shared about the story of the 40 faithful men. The story goes that During the Roman Empire's reign, an emperoro once ordered the law of having him be acknowledged as a god, and many Romans followed. Many except 39 men, who were extremely faithful to God. The emperor was so furious on these men, he ordered for an extremely painful execution for them. The time then was winter, and temperatures were around negative. So the emperor ordered that these men went to a frozen lake, where they'd be stripped off their clothes and walk to the center of the ice with only a lighted candle to keep them warm.
And so the order was carried out, with many soldiers supervising that everything is carried out. The men were stripped naked, and they were sent to the center of the ice with a candle each as their only warmth. They hurdled together, one by one freezing to their deaths. The soldiers mocked them, shouting to them to just worship the emperor and get off the ice. There were blankets on the edge of the lake, and all they had to do was just say they'd worship the emperor. But they all refused, and they kept dieing. Soon, only one man was left alone, and he was holding his candle close to his body, savouring the last of the warmth.
Suddenly, the general in charge of the army that was supervising shouted, "THAT'S IT! I HAD ENOUGH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ENOUGH!"
The next morning, the soldiers who were busy celebrating during the freezing session were inspecting the bodies of the frozen, and found not 39 bodies, but 40.
A sad story, especially when they where playing a sad theme along with it. But there was relavance to it. The preacher then chalendged us to shout out loud, "I CHOOSE THE CROSS!". And soon, the whole hall was filled with cries of the phrase. I shouted along too, and it was great to shout love to the Lord, even though I just came back from three cheering sessions in Prefect Camp.
We then splited up into groups of four people each, where we prayed for each other. Ben, Tim, the girl who still thinks I'm 'Nicholas' and I formed one group, and so we prayed for each other. I guess this was the first time a person from my class heard me speak in Tongues, but I was more concerned on praying over everyone in the group, blessing them with what I - no, wait - what God can bless them with. After praying, we went out and called it a day for worship (Well, 1] We were allowed to leave anytime and 2] Worship to God NEVER ends). Tim met up with an old Cell group of his, I assume, and he and another one of Ben's friends joined forces to purchase products from the desperately-strung salespeople selling stuff related to the concert, like shirts and CDs.
I hitched a ride on Ben's Church's shuttle bus to their Church, which was near by my house, but sadly not Tim's, and he had to take a bus home alone. I met Ben's Cell Group, and the girl who knows me as Nicholas cheered out loud with the help of the bus, "WELCOME, NICKY!!!" Even the Pastor shook my hand warmly and said, "Nice to meet you, Nicky!" I wanted to play along and see how long I can stay as Nicholas, but Ben was laughing away and couldn't take it. He explained that I was Miggy, but I think they assumed it as Mickey. So now I'm Michael Lee Fusheng. Good enough.
I watched as Ben blended in with his Church on the bus, and now I understand what about his relationship with Christ that he has, and I don't have. People to share the joy of Christ with. I only had my Mom to share it with, as my Dad's a non-Christian, my Elder Sis's always busy, my Younger Sis doesn't understand much about God yet and most of my Christian friends wouldn't be as dedicated. But in a cell group, everyone's just as dedicated to God as you are, and involving God in your life is just as normal as, well, how many of my other friends talk about their miseries in their lives. It was just touching watching Ben and his fellow Cell Group members laugh along with each other, and I then understood what I'm missing out in my relationship with God for now.
The last time I tried to join a cell group, I was mocked at by the members, as they insulted me by calling me a 'hitter' (since the person who introduced me to the group was a girl) and they wern't as concentrated on God as Ben's group, always thinking about when the session ends and about what tatic they should use in the soccer game they're about to play later. I quitted after my first day, telling myself it was useless joining at that time, and that I should wait for a while before starting again. Now I want to try again. I want to have friends which I can easily share about my day without needing to rephrase the way God was involved till He's left with not much Glory. Ben's really blessed with such great friends and family. And so are the many friends that I have which, unlike Ben, refuse to acknowledge that their priveledged with a closer chance to God. I want that blessing, and I pray to God that He'd bless me with it full and proper.
Goodnight, everybody. And God bless through the ages.
I love God!
We love each other!
But He loves me more!
[I just want to spend the next few sentences typing about God's love for me, if you don't mind.]
God so loved me!
God killed His Son just to pay for my sins!
I owed God so much, yet He payed for it, and with a great remainder!
God so loves me!
He gave me a new life after I first met Him properly!
He's been showering me with blessings ever since!
PSLE,
ACS(I),
Canoeing,
new friends,
nicer family,
better relationship with Him.
All His doings!
I love Him for loving me that much!
He loves me no matter how much I may loose track of Him!
He will always LOVE me!
Thank you. I needed to do that for a while. Now to move on to tonight's (or should I say last night's) Christian Concert. It was what I needed for my times now, and I praise the
lord He allowed Beb to invite me to it. I felt God's strong presense again, and it was shiok!
Let's start with me getting there. Now this is a completely different story. I under-estimated the speed of the MRT, and also took the wrong route, thus I would arrive at Tampines MRT Station 20 minutes late of the show. Not the meeting time, the SHOW. And that's just arriving at the station. I still needed to wait for the bus that could take me to the centre of the performance, and I allighted at the wrong bus-stop, so I was lost for another five minutes. And through the whole journey, I was really angry at myself (Not the type of anger that can make me kill, but nevertheless angry) for holding back the others (Tim, Ben and probably his cell group) and the only thought holding my anger back was that I was going to an event to praise God, and not upset Him. Little did I know that this anger was about to be toned down greatly.
Once at the building, I passed through a couple of gates, both guarded with teenagers that greeted me warmly, so I greeted back with all due nervousness and surprise. Then Ben popped out of nowhere, and gave the ticket lady my ticket, telling her that it was mine. He then led me through a maze of escalators (well, two actually. But anyway,) and into this small hall which had a smaller stage at the corner.
He raced his way straight to the front where the stage was just a man's width away, and so I followed him. It was so far in front, we had to sit down on the floor, like good ol' days in my old church. A price I'm willing to pay for worship to the Lord, no matter how crowded. Don't get me wrong; I don't find sitting on a carpet floor a burden. It's just that when I entered the hall, it was so crowded I couldn't see the front occupied by cross-legged people.
Anyway, once at the center of the front ("Front and Center!"), I found Tim seated along with the others, whoever they were. Still in my panicly-rushed mode, I sat down quickly without sparing a word to anything. Tim then went over and said, "Good thing you were able to make it." I tilted my head, looking back after replying with a, "Same here." A girl, who I presumed to be part of Ben's Cell group, and was sitting behind me as well, warmly welcomed me and asked for my name. I was caught in a shock, as I didn't want to tell her my real name since it may confuse her, but I ussually tell people I'm Miggy when I know them well (That's why I found it shocking and difficult when my class told my teachers this year that they could call me Miggy.) So I just told her I was Miggy, but under the loud noises in the hall, she heard me say Nicky. So for the next few hours, I was Nicholas Lee Fusheng. Facinating, and this isn't the first time I 'changed my identity'.
Apparently, I came during the 'lucky draw', so I haven't missed out on much of the singing and praising yet. After watching the distribution of Bibles to lucky - wait, no - blessed people and finding out that a little girl, probably in lower primary, won an iPod, we moved on to singing His praises! Yay!
Christian songs are most well-known for the fact that they have touched every form of appreciated music. From Instrumental, to chior, to jazz, to rock, to metal, to 60's, to rap, to R and B, to soul. Every single form. And for this band, they used, erm, I don't know what this gene is exactly so I won't say anything for legal purposes. But I guess I can describe it as a relative of metal or rock. I'm not sure. So we were all singing, and I was enjoying the songs, and everyone was jumping, and since I've always seen my Church jump but never joined in, I decided to jump along, and by the fifth jump I realised I was moving backwards, and by the seventh I was hopping over Tim's foot, so I decided to stop and do what I normally do and raise my hands in praise. What stuck in my mind the most was a song called 'Surrender'.
I can't remember the lyrics, and I can't remember the tune, but I know I was greatly touched by God when I sung the song, and so I kneeled down with out-stretched arms, praising God with singing and Tongues. Next thing I know, I get a vision of me kneeling like how I was at that momment by a big gate, with God just standing there reaching out His arm to help me up. And it was raining. Now, for reasons that I can't put in words, I shall not share on how relavant this vision is to me. But I can say one detail: Ever since my first Canoeing Competition, rain always symbolised that God was there for me.
I was filled with the Happiness of the Lord, and I was speaking in Tongues for the next few (unknown measurement of time). I then noticed that I wasn't crying, like how I'm suppose to when I'm touched by the Lord. So I was asking God, "Lord, why am I not crying like the other times you made me cry? Where's my te..." Before I could finish my question, a tear ran down my cheek. "Thanks, Lord," I replied.
After the songs, came a Preaching session by this Ang Moh lady who first used some random volunteers to play out the scene of Amnon and Tamar, which you can find in 2 Samuel 13. It's basically goes like this:
Amnon, one of the sons of King David, and his love for Tamar, his half-sister. He wanted her to be his, but knew that King David wouldn't approve of it. So one day, a shrewd friend of Ammon advised him to act as if he's sick, then request King David to call for Tamar to go and cook food in Ammon's presense, and to serve the food to him personally. So Ammon did so, and the King fell for it and asked Tamar to do as he said. Tamar went over to Ammon's house and made cakes, baking them in front of him and emptying the pans of cake for him to eat. But Ammon refused to eat at first. He ordered all others in the house to leave, then turned to Tamar and requested her to serve him personally. So she took the cakes and served them on his bed. As she offered the cakes, he grabbed her and demanded her to 'go to bed' with him. Tamar, being a virgin princess, pleaded out, but he wouldn't listen, and since he was stronger, he forced her into the bed and raped her.
After making 'love', Ammon was filled with rage greater than his previous love for Tamar, and told her to leave his presense at once. She was scared and didn't want to, pleading for mercy, but he wouldn't listen and ordered his men to throw her out. Tossed out the door, she poured ashes over her head (A sign of grief) and tore her robes (Another sign of grief), and fleed to Absalom, her pure brother whom's house she stayed refuge in great sadness and loneliness.
So the lady on the stage was using this story to share about many qualities we as teenagers shouldn't fall for, and I assume an obvious example is already understood. She then shared about the story of the 40 faithful men. The story goes that During the Roman Empire's reign, an emperoro once ordered the law of having him be acknowledged as a god, and many Romans followed. Many except 39 men, who were extremely faithful to God. The emperor was so furious on these men, he ordered for an extremely painful execution for them. The time then was winter, and temperatures were around negative. So the emperor ordered that these men went to a frozen lake, where they'd be stripped off their clothes and walk to the center of the ice with only a lighted candle to keep them warm.
And so the order was carried out, with many soldiers supervising that everything is carried out. The men were stripped naked, and they were sent to the center of the ice with a candle each as their only warmth. They hurdled together, one by one freezing to their deaths. The soldiers mocked them, shouting to them to just worship the emperor and get off the ice. There were blankets on the edge of the lake, and all they had to do was just say they'd worship the emperor. But they all refused, and they kept dieing. Soon, only one man was left alone, and he was holding his candle close to his body, savouring the last of the warmth.
Suddenly, the general in charge of the army that was supervising shouted, "THAT'S IT! I HAD ENOUGH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ENOUGH!"
The next morning, the soldiers who were busy celebrating during the freezing session were inspecting the bodies of the frozen, and found not 39 bodies, but 40.
A sad story, especially when they where playing a sad theme along with it. But there was relavance to it. The preacher then chalendged us to shout out loud, "I CHOOSE THE CROSS!". And soon, the whole hall was filled with cries of the phrase. I shouted along too, and it was great to shout love to the Lord, even though I just came back from three cheering sessions in Prefect Camp.
We then splited up into groups of four people each, where we prayed for each other. Ben, Tim, the girl who still thinks I'm 'Nicholas' and I formed one group, and so we prayed for each other. I guess this was the first time a person from my class heard me speak in Tongues, but I was more concerned on praying over everyone in the group, blessing them with what I - no, wait - what God can bless them with. After praying, we went out and called it a day for worship (Well, 1] We were allowed to leave anytime and 2] Worship to God NEVER ends). Tim met up with an old Cell group of his, I assume, and he and another one of Ben's friends joined forces to purchase products from the desperately-strung salespeople selling stuff related to the concert, like shirts and CDs.
I hitched a ride on Ben's Church's shuttle bus to their Church, which was near by my house, but sadly not Tim's, and he had to take a bus home alone. I met Ben's Cell Group, and the girl who knows me as Nicholas cheered out loud with the help of the bus, "WELCOME, NICKY!!!" Even the Pastor shook my hand warmly and said, "Nice to meet you, Nicky!" I wanted to play along and see how long I can stay as Nicholas, but Ben was laughing away and couldn't take it. He explained that I was Miggy, but I think they assumed it as Mickey. So now I'm Michael Lee Fusheng. Good enough.
I watched as Ben blended in with his Church on the bus, and now I understand what about his relationship with Christ that he has, and I don't have. People to share the joy of Christ with. I only had my Mom to share it with, as my Dad's a non-Christian, my Elder Sis's always busy, my Younger Sis doesn't understand much about God yet and most of my Christian friends wouldn't be as dedicated. But in a cell group, everyone's just as dedicated to God as you are, and involving God in your life is just as normal as, well, how many of my other friends talk about their miseries in their lives. It was just touching watching Ben and his fellow Cell Group members laugh along with each other, and I then understood what I'm missing out in my relationship with God for now.
The last time I tried to join a cell group, I was mocked at by the members, as they insulted me by calling me a 'hitter' (since the person who introduced me to the group was a girl) and they wern't as concentrated on God as Ben's group, always thinking about when the session ends and about what tatic they should use in the soccer game they're about to play later. I quitted after my first day, telling myself it was useless joining at that time, and that I should wait for a while before starting again. Now I want to try again. I want to have friends which I can easily share about my day without needing to rephrase the way God was involved till He's left with not much Glory. Ben's really blessed with such great friends and family. And so are the many friends that I have which, unlike Ben, refuse to acknowledge that their priveledged with a closer chance to God. I want that blessing, and I pray to God that He'd bless me with it full and proper.
Goodnight, everybody. And God bless through the ages.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Sing His Praises...
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
Today was a MIRACLE so far. For three reasons.
Reason 1
Remember when Mr. See was, according to many of the Canoeists, 'pissed' at me for missing Thursday's training because of Prefect Camp when he actually personally called Mr. Bongard to excuse for the duration of time? Well, I come totraining at the same ussual time. 6.50 in the morning, making my way to the Pull-Up Bars next to the Main Shed. And there sat Mr. See, on a bench facing towards MacRitchie Reservour. I was prepared for the worst scolding in my canoeing life, but even after doing 6-7 sets of chin-ups, he never came for the kill. I assumed he was going to hold the suspense for later, so I continued to hold my guard high.
When we were told to jog back to the sheds to get the boats out, I made my way out. Then Mr. See suddenly called out formy name. I quickly halted and turned around, ready to get shouted at with vougarities a Miggy shouldn't be saying. But instead, he says, "Raemigale, tell the Sec 1s to get out all the old Ts." (For those who don't know, he said, "Raemiguel, tell the Year 1s to get out from the Lower Shed all the old T Canoes [Medusa, Tortise, Tiger Black, ect.])
Surprised, but still relieved, I nodded and ran along to the shed to carry outthe order. And true enough, Mr. See never said a word about my inattendance throughout the whole day! That's a miracle! Those who make Mr. See pissed ussually never get away with it, but somehow God gave me favour! Praise Him my Heavenly Dad!
Reason 2
After getting my lifejack and paddle, I went up to Upper Shed to collect StingRay with Jedd. Oh no, I told myself. Another training with your right butt cheek suspended over the seat. We brought the boat to the Slope next to the Concrete, then went to search for Mr. Goh for our training programme for today. But surprisingly, Mr. Goh stammered when he saw that we were together again, and quickly asked for Jedd to switch places with Hao Qing. For those who don't know also, Hao Qing is suppose to be a T1 Rower, and Jedd a K2. Them switching plaes would be 'shocking in it's ways: For HQ, its an honourable promotion to rise from a T to a K so suddenly, for Jedd, being tossed back down to a T is rather 'disgraceful', unless he's able to do more in a T than in a K.
So the switch was done, and I rowed 10Km pacing with HQ and only capsizing once! Being new to a K and capsizing once, especially in the StngRay, is VERY valuable! And doing more powerful starts during Sprints was so good, it even impressed Mr. See himself! He supported Mr. Goh's motive of the switch, and I supported it too!
Reason 3
My maid found my badge! It was actually where it was suppose to be: on my desk's whiteboard railing. But the situation was that it was upside-down, and since the shiny back of the badge blended in with the railing, I couldn't see it while I was rushing on my uniform! Praise the Lord for Auntie Lala!
The many miracles that can happen when you trust that the Lord has it all under control! (I'm serious about the miracles part. Today was truely blessed so far!)
I'm posting this now as I'm not sure if I'd have enough time to post about tonight's Christian concert with Ben, his Church friends and Tim. God bless one and all!
Today was a MIRACLE so far. For three reasons.
Reason 1
Remember when Mr. See was, according to many of the Canoeists, 'pissed' at me for missing Thursday's training because of Prefect Camp when he actually personally called Mr. Bongard to excuse for the duration of time? Well, I come totraining at the same ussual time. 6.50 in the morning, making my way to the Pull-Up Bars next to the Main Shed. And there sat Mr. See, on a bench facing towards MacRitchie Reservour. I was prepared for the worst scolding in my canoeing life, but even after doing 6-7 sets of chin-ups, he never came for the kill. I assumed he was going to hold the suspense for later, so I continued to hold my guard high.
When we were told to jog back to the sheds to get the boats out, I made my way out. Then Mr. See suddenly called out formy name. I quickly halted and turned around, ready to get shouted at with vougarities a Miggy shouldn't be saying. But instead, he says, "Raemigale, tell the Sec 1s to get out all the old Ts." (For those who don't know, he said, "Raemiguel, tell the Year 1s to get out from the Lower Shed all the old T Canoes [Medusa, Tortise, Tiger Black, ect.])
Surprised, but still relieved, I nodded and ran along to the shed to carry outthe order. And true enough, Mr. See never said a word about my inattendance throughout the whole day! That's a miracle! Those who make Mr. See pissed ussually never get away with it, but somehow God gave me favour! Praise Him my Heavenly Dad!
Reason 2
After getting my lifejack and paddle, I went up to Upper Shed to collect StingRay with Jedd. Oh no, I told myself. Another training with your right butt cheek suspended over the seat. We brought the boat to the Slope next to the Concrete, then went to search for Mr. Goh for our training programme for today. But surprisingly, Mr. Goh stammered when he saw that we were together again, and quickly asked for Jedd to switch places with Hao Qing. For those who don't know also, Hao Qing is suppose to be a T1 Rower, and Jedd a K2. Them switching plaes would be 'shocking in it's ways: For HQ, its an honourable promotion to rise from a T to a K so suddenly, for Jedd, being tossed back down to a T is rather 'disgraceful', unless he's able to do more in a T than in a K.
So the switch was done, and I rowed 10Km pacing with HQ and only capsizing once! Being new to a K and capsizing once, especially in the StngRay, is VERY valuable! And doing more powerful starts during Sprints was so good, it even impressed Mr. See himself! He supported Mr. Goh's motive of the switch, and I supported it too!
Reason 3
My maid found my badge! It was actually where it was suppose to be: on my desk's whiteboard railing. But the situation was that it was upside-down, and since the shiny back of the badge blended in with the railing, I couldn't see it while I was rushing on my uniform! Praise the Lord for Auntie Lala!
The many miracles that can happen when you trust that the Lord has it all under control! (I'm serious about the miracles part. Today was truely blessed so far!)
I'm posting this now as I'm not sure if I'd have enough time to post about tonight's Christian concert with Ben, his Church friends and Tim. God bless one and all!
Friday, March 16, 2007
I'm back...
Notice that this title didn't end with an exclaimation mark like how I responded for OEP.
'Cause it ain't like OEP.
This is the nightmare every Prefect has to go through in his Prefectorial life, that Year 2 Prefect Camp thingy, and I must say it's noooooooo pleasure island there. The school never looked so scary before. Even if you're one of those guys who think school is the equivalance of hell, you will have to trust me on this comment. I lost my voice trice, infected my OEP wounds all over again and now lost all energy to sustain things like daydreaming, emotions and what so ever. But my teachers, my class, the Board and I myself voted for me togothrough this, so I will just be satisfied it's all over. Which it is, cause for Sec 3 and 4, camps will be more slack - still strict, but more slack.
Found out from fellow canoeists that Mr. See was "pissed" when I wasn't present for Thursday Training. He actually called Mr. Bongard perasonally to pluck me out of the camp for that small duration of time, and it was wasted since I didn't know about it. Canoeists were discribing to me how he showed his anger, and I must tell you, it's good enough a horror story to pale off my tan. I'm praying that God would protect me from the worst punishments.
Oh, and Zeng Rong. You wanted to know what happens when a Prefect looses his Badge, right? Well, look no longer. I lost my badge somewhere in my house, and so I reported at the camp in full uniform except that small detail. And now Mr. Simon Bongard, the Head Prefect, the Prefect Councilors and the whole Dicipline Spectrum of the Prefectorial Board are on me. If you want to see my execution live, hope that I don't find my badge by Monday. Cause by then, if I still don't have my badge, more measures will be taken on me than on a normal student without a tie. I hope you're happy. Cause I ain't. I've got powerful people against me, so what's there for me to be happy about?
Like I said earlier, I'm just praying that God will be there for me even when the worst is on my trail. Jehova Jeirah.
'Cause it ain't like OEP.
This is the nightmare every Prefect has to go through in his Prefectorial life, that Year 2 Prefect Camp thingy, and I must say it's noooooooo pleasure island there. The school never looked so scary before. Even if you're one of those guys who think school is the equivalance of hell, you will have to trust me on this comment. I lost my voice trice, infected my OEP wounds all over again and now lost all energy to sustain things like daydreaming, emotions and what so ever. But my teachers, my class, the Board and I myself voted for me togothrough this, so I will just be satisfied it's all over. Which it is, cause for Sec 3 and 4, camps will be more slack - still strict, but more slack.
Found out from fellow canoeists that Mr. See was "pissed" when I wasn't present for Thursday Training. He actually called Mr. Bongard perasonally to pluck me out of the camp for that small duration of time, and it was wasted since I didn't know about it. Canoeists were discribing to me how he showed his anger, and I must tell you, it's good enough a horror story to pale off my tan. I'm praying that God would protect me from the worst punishments.
Oh, and Zeng Rong. You wanted to know what happens when a Prefect looses his Badge, right? Well, look no longer. I lost my badge somewhere in my house, and so I reported at the camp in full uniform except that small detail. And now Mr. Simon Bongard, the Head Prefect, the Prefect Councilors and the whole Dicipline Spectrum of the Prefectorial Board are on me. If you want to see my execution live, hope that I don't find my badge by Monday. Cause by then, if I still don't have my badge, more measures will be taken on me than on a normal student without a tie. I hope you're happy. Cause I ain't. I've got powerful people against me, so what's there for me to be happy about?
Like I said earlier, I'm just praying that God will be there for me even when the worst is on my trail. Jehova Jeirah.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
You think I can't do it?...
So, _____ thinks I can't do picture editing, eh? Thinks my boundaries go till PowerPoint Animation, eh? Thinks I can't make things look otherwise, eh? Well, I'd be! Just watch me, _____! I'll be making photo edits to make you paranoid! I shall keep making photos until you admit I can do photo editing! Here's 3 photos just using my OEP photos and without the help of the internet:
Big Ben. Literally.
Big Ben. Literally.
The Tea Master.
Students Command Teachers.
More is yet to come. I don't feel like stating anymore: thank _____ for 'hurting' my feelings. Humph. I'll be gone for Prefect Camp tomorrow and will be back on Friday, so I know the OEP posts are taking some time, but just bare with me for a few more moments and I'll give you a post I've never done before. And I mean that in a good way. Just wait...
And pray I survive Prefect Camp...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Abandon ship!...
Today, I return to MacRitchie for Water Training! Yay! One of the best ways to start your first day back in Singapore! The only spoiler was that I'm still paddling with Jedd. He's a nice guy, and really determined to get the first, but his ways to the boat are really uncomfortable. I swear I was literally paddling the whole training without my right butt cheek touching the boat - it's THAT tilted! The inbalance of the boat, especially on poor StingRay, forces me to do what the coaches call sweep strokes - a stroke advised ONLY for T Canoe turnings - and thus I can't paddle properly with racing strokes - the strokes I'm SUPPOSE to use. Now I know how Nick Ng felt when he had to partner me. I shaln't compare anybody for this cause, but I'm just... Urgh!
But at the same time, I heard that Mr. Goh has plans for switching my partner, obviously with someone better. I'll pray about it.
After training, I recieved a SMS from my Mom, saying that she needed help in her tution centre, so I went to River Valley to answer her call of distress. Tried to help her out in some mathermatical questions, then suddenly fell asleep. Mysteriously. Even I concider it mysterious. Must had been a tough training, I guess. So my Mom limitted my ration of the assistance, later treating me for lunch with Dad at Subway. This is actually thefirst time I ate Subway food, and I must say I LOVE IT! The choices of meats, vegetables, sauces and dressings are just superb, and yet healthy. And some meals come along with a discounted drink and cookie! I recomend this place to people who haven't tasted their sandwitches, especially those who seek for a healthier diet!
Subway: Eat Fresh!
Went back home and di...zzzzzzz.
But at the same time, I heard that Mr. Goh has plans for switching my partner, obviously with someone better. I'll pray about it.
After training, I recieved a SMS from my Mom, saying that she needed help in her tution centre, so I went to River Valley to answer her call of distress. Tried to help her out in some mathermatical questions, then suddenly fell asleep. Mysteriously. Even I concider it mysterious. Must had been a tough training, I guess. So my Mom limitted my ration of the assistance, later treating me for lunch with Dad at Subway. This is actually thefirst time I ate Subway food, and I must say I LOVE IT! The choices of meats, vegetables, sauces and dressings are just superb, and yet healthy. And some meals come along with a discounted drink and cookie! I recomend this place to people who haven't tasted their sandwitches, especially those who seek for a healthier diet!
Subway: Eat Fresh!
Went back home and di...zzzzzzz.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Last day of paradise...
There's something wrong with my computer for now, so while I settle the stuff, enjoy the pics, and I'll get back to this post. Stay tuned. (Note: These are not all the photos.)
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