Well, I'm all tired and worn outafter today's training. Some can say I deserved it. So I'll just try to keep this post short.
Let's start with Sunday! Yeah, at least that gives a very happy beginning. It was both the outing day for AJ's group back in Lighthouse promised since the group was really fast in their study, and the party day for the Believers to celebrate the success of their (I take it I no longer have the rights to say 'our') latest musical, 'Thief of Always'.
It starts with me beign dropped of at Middle Road by my mom while she, Uncle Alex and both my sisters were on their way to New Creation Church. Journeyed my way to Prinsep Street, where I found the same ol' Prinsep Presbyterian Church standing like she used to.
Walking through (or more like 'stumbling through', with so much nervousness in my heart), and seeing that I was rather early, I decided to head to the Library to wait till the Main Service started. But finding out that the Library was still locked, I decided to tuck myself in the side alley of the Church where there was a bench swing.
Rocking myself to and fro, I tried my best to sing my nervousness away. I sang as much as I could remember of the songs from the Ron Kenoly tracks I recently bought, and soon enough after snging an average of 4 rounds per song, I calmed down well enough to get me walking properly again.
When I walked back into the main building, I saw that the Library was finally unlocked, and so decided to take refuge in there while I still could. I rested for a while and watched my watch closely to make sure I didn't miss my timing. And in a while's time, it was reaching to 9, so I went out and met Tim along the way.
We went up the building and sat along side Thedyus (is that how you spell it?) during the session. The sermon was about the disciplines required within worshiping God and was using the story of Moses' journey up and down Mount Sinai. I didnt really hear much about grace this time, so I must admit I wasn't able to catch much.
Once the main service was over, Tim went to the back to train a new techie while I stayed where I was for Lighthouse. Hmm, to think Eric would have trained me too if I stayed on. But I still know where God wants me to be, and so I shall follow.
After the worship session, the different groupswere dismissed for their lessons while AJ's group met downstairs before leaving for our outing. I heard many proposals through Tim, many about bowling or TCC or beaches, but this day was a different plan altogether.
This day, we were going to eat out at McDonalds! Heh, it was a good plan for many of us, but Zeik didn't like it since he had just eaten breakfast there. While AJ was taking down our orders, Zeik was bending his head away in preparation to puke at Thed.
During our meals, we socialised a bit and in the midths of the chat Zeik wanted to ask if we could go play billards at the billard station nearby. AJ soon agreed, and I agreed to chalendge Zeik. After finishing my apple pie and french fries, we went down and rented a table for half an hour or less.
Through the game, we (Zeik, spectators and me) had a great time and we soon tied in our winnings. But at around that time, it was time for us all to head back to Prinsep and call it a day, and so we journeyed back. Along the way, ___ talked with me about how I was doing and which Church I've moved on to, and so I told her about New Creation and D.A.R.E. and how God prepared it just right for me to come in.
Once we arrived at the Church, Tim and I went to search for the room where the Believers' party was suppose to be held. After much deduction, we found the room and so I tried to sit around while Tim searched for the remainder of Lighthouse members who were also Believers.
While being alone, I found myself leaning against a pillar in the room totally isolated from the pack. It felt torturous just to walk forward, and everytime I tried I ended up falling back on the pillar. In the end, I finally found grace with another table of Believers and sat with them as we all ate the buffet lined up for us.
Once finished with the main meal, I went on to the desserts and soon found myself stuck on the same pillar. By now, a fair number of the Lighthouse boys who were believers were present, and after awhile they called me to sit with them. I slumped myself on a chair and ate the remainder of my partially-crushed egg tart.
Soon, it was time to review the filmed version of the musical 'Thief of Always',and we all proceeded up to the hall to witness what we all looked like from the audience's perspective. After viewing what it looked like altogether, we proceeded with a little worship time with a few familiar songs.
Once done, Auntie Lisa gave us a short presentation on the aims and objectives of the Believers, and what was concidered achieved through this year. We then started our games session, of which was truely ripping fun and I must say I lost most of my nervousness through!
Before the games started, we were first divided into two groups, and then asked to give each group a name. The group I was in decided to call ourselves Milo, based on a regular catchphrase in the play, while the other group called themselves Soon Hock, based on what the nurse in the play tried to pronounce Boon Hock's name as.
It was also agreed within our group that whenever someone shouted, "Milo!", we'd all respond with a loud, "Marvelous!" (which was also blended in the catchphrase). And gradually in response to that, Team Soon Hock always responded with a "Fresh!" whenever their name was called. :P
Games included attempted re-enactments of certain scenes in the musical (which were fun to make fun of, since the actors we were using weren't the originals and more of dancers or backstae people!), quizes about the musical (which Milo ["Marvelous!"] had a great advantage in because most of the actors/actresses invovled in the question were in our group! :P) and even a 'pass the message'-cum-'sherades' game (which was extremely hilarious when you see people messing up while passing on the actions! My group even ended up composing our very own bhangra!)!
But after a couple or so hours of family entertainment (Which, I must say, was worth the effort! Good job, Shaun!), we closed in prayer and proceeded downstairs to finish off the buffet and feast on Uncle Collin's cake celebrating his child's 1st month! After much conversation and lollipops (hehe, we had candy for the winning prize, which both teams tied and both won!), we went our separate ways and went home.
Yeah, I must admit that Lighthouse and Believers were very nice groups to join and be with! I admire their hospitality and am willing to be called upon if I could possibly be of any help in the future! But as much as I'm grateful for them, God's prompting for me is to goto D.A.R.E., and please don't take me the wrong way but I'm excited to know what better gifts God has in store for me as I move on! Indeed, God will always love me and will never leave me!
Now for the sad part.
Monday. Well, I'll keep it shorter by just getting to the point. Monday was supposedly the extended deadline for the traning cards in Canoeing. You see, before Canoeing made a shutdown to give more time for us to study, Mr. Goh gave us cards listing simple drills we can do at home to prevent our fitness from dropping as much as possible. These included push-ups, sit-ups, running, back extentions and so on.
Beside each item, there was a quantity of how many of the item we were suppose to excecute. And beside these terms was a calendar of the entire period of time we'd shutdown for, excluding the exams itself. For every item we did each day of the shutdown, we had to mark it out on the calendar. And by the time we came back from exams, what should be expected was cards colourful with pen markings of mostly, if not fully, completed programmes.
And now the exams are over. So, what about my card? Well. My card. Let's put it this way: It's as good as white.
Well, as much as I did push ups and sit ups and running 2.4km once a week, the card still looked rather white with the many other items I missed out, and the number of days I missed them out by. That's as good as white.
And after secretly handing my card up after training to Eugine, who helped gave me a slower sentence by sliding it somehwere in the middle of the well-coloured stack (Thanks, bro), I quickly but calmly rushed back home and retired to my desk in great prayer that whatever Mr. Goh does or says to punish me for what I've done (or for this matter, what I've not done), I desperately wanted to cling on to the faith that God would still be there with me.
And that leads us to Tuesday. But before Tuesday's training is firstly school. Didn't recieve results today, but had a couple or so of briefings or so about what we'd expect next year as students. One of the things discussed was an Edusave test which promised that if passed, would garuntee my parents a smaller pay for school fees.
That made me look at the test more seriously. Normal secondary schools in Singapore pay roughly about $7 per month or so, as much as I've heard, and unfortunately for this case I'm not in a 'normal' secondary school. The school fees are as much as $300/+, and the priveledged lot are able to get through the fees well enough.
'Priveledged' is defined here as those who are rich or under programes that help to pay a portion of the fees. And as much as I'm in the Intergrated Programme, I'm still not a Gifted Education Programme student, nor a Music or Art Elective Programme student, and my PSLE score was still 260, 2 points away from an automatic application to the Edusave Scholarship.
And thus as far as the committee in charge of these payment priveledges are concerned, I am not woth the expense.
But PRAISE be to GOD, I have another chance! This scholarship will help my parents out a little more, and I am confident that God has lined it up perfectly as another one of His many gifts for me! And this means that by His name, His stripes and His blood, I can get through this test and claim my blessings!
But this excitement that relief was soon enough slowly died off when school ended and I proceeded to the MPH1 for Land Training. There as I was changing into my tangtop, Mr. Goh called for my name while looking down at the stack of cards in his hand. I said a short prayer, placed my clothes aside and made my way in front of him.
He looked up, and slit out my card from the deck, asking me if the crosses I marked meant that I did the excersize or that I didn't dot he excersize. I checked the tensions in my face to make sure I didn't give the wrong face, and I slowly admitted that it was the former. He then looked down and gave a short chuckle.
(Mr. Goh scolds somewhat like dad: both of them appear happy even when they're shouting and giving sharp comments. And also that they both don't scold that often, but that's not the point.)
He then commented on the lines of me givning him an empty piece of paper and chuckled again before sliding my card back into the deck and turning his attention to Mr. Ismail, who just entered the area at around the same momment. I took it that I was dismissed, and joined the queue of the chin-up bars.
When training started, Mr. Goh announced right after our Warm-up that he was greatly dissapointed that we did not do our programmes during the shutdown, pointing out a few particular dissapointments that included me and my 'empty piece of paper'. I bowed my head down while he was mentioning these dissapointments, but raised my head a little when I heard what he was going to do for running today.
He said he wanted us to run 10 laps on the track (that's 4km, for those who don't know) to see how fit we were in running. Good, I thought to myself. A chance to redeem myself. On Mr. Goh's mark, we jogged to the starting line, where we lined up with the C Division. And at Mr. Ismail's famous whistle, we dashed off for our longest dash since a month or two.
I ran at a good speed; although I didn't time myself,I was beating a good number of seniors and so I took it as a good sign. By the time we were done, it was starting to drizzle, so Mr. See asked us to proceed back into the MPH1. Inside, Mr. Goh was saying that our running was not up to expected and reveiled that today's programme was going to be the same programme as in the cards.
Again, although rather exhausted this time, I thought to myself that I could somehow make up for my 'empty' reputation by giving a good performance today. And so I did everything to my best, not that it differs from what I ussually do but that this time I had my cauntience of my killed reputation in my mind.
Once we all completed the programme, which Mr. Goh made us do twice each, everyone could point out thir own weankeses and strengths. For me, I was weaker in my abdominal power but stronger in my arms and legs. Nevertheless, I was well-relieved during warm-down that it was all over.
After training, I changed back into my dry uniform and bought a hotdog bun to nibble on before leaving for the bus stop. At the bus stop, I met up with Cliff and Abraham, who first greeted by quoting Mr. Goh's 'empty card' statement on me, but later commented that I was pretty fast during running, somewhat too fast for a blank card.
I smiled back, not saying much just in case that they were being sarcastic. At the same time, I praised the Lord that He gave me enough strength to go through today's training and out of it in one piece. It was around this time when I realised what the slow music in my MP3 were meant for. It was more or less a sense of comfort after a tough day of training: I even found myself skipping the fast-paced songs on my way home.
Ah, well. I'm just relieved it's more or less over. May the Lord be with me if there is more judgement to come next training (which is now Saturday this wekk, since Mr. See has to go for a meeting in school to decide a few grades here and there this Thursday). Now to look forward to the good things God's gonna bless me with: Tomorrow's Results' Day, so I'm claiming by faith that I'd get what I requested for!
Isaiah 43:2!!! God bless y'all!!!
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
When You Come Home...
Hey y'all!
Sorry about the mega-lag of posts. Was going through some spiritual warfare and had some things to settle in my walk with Christ. But I think I'm better now! Praise the Lord! Now my only worries at the momment would be a) finishing my holliday homework and b) doing the best I can to addapt to the Believers. But hey, with Christ in me ALL THINGS are possible!!!
Man, I've got LOTS to post about, like a couple of funny things God showed me, my times with the Believers, some mishaps at Canoeing, maybe a sad case within the point10ers, AND LOTS MORE!!! But since exams are around the corner (5 weeks is already counted as 'around the corner' at this age...), I can't promise that this blog would opperate properly just yet. In fact, I could predict another Hibernation Period coming soon. Yep, this thing's sure deter-rotating. [For those who don't get the joke, come to the upcoming Believers' musical - 'Thief of Always'! It'll be this Saturday and Sunday (8th and 9th September) at 7.45p.m. and 4.30p.m. respectively! Venue is Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' Secondary School (296 Lorong Ah Soo)'s Concert Hall, for those girl-minded people out there, and for those typical glop-till-you-drop Singaporeans, do come early as dinner WILL be provided! So come on down and get ministered by this touching drama this Sat or Sun (or both!) to watch Tim dance and me act like a waiter in a French Restaraunt! (I smell YouTube!...)]
So anyway, to make up for the missing posts (which I will somehpw try to get posted), here's a picture I drew up for you all:
Sorry about the mega-lag of posts. Was going through some spiritual warfare and had some things to settle in my walk with Christ. But I think I'm better now! Praise the Lord! Now my only worries at the momment would be a) finishing my holliday homework and b) doing the best I can to addapt to the Believers. But hey, with Christ in me ALL THINGS are possible!!!
Man, I've got LOTS to post about, like a couple of funny things God showed me, my times with the Believers, some mishaps at Canoeing, maybe a sad case within the point10ers, AND LOTS MORE!!! But since exams are around the corner (5 weeks is already counted as 'around the corner' at this age...), I can't promise that this blog would opperate properly just yet. In fact, I could predict another Hibernation Period coming soon. Yep, this thing's sure deter-rotating. [For those who don't get the joke, come to the upcoming Believers' musical - 'Thief of Always'! It'll be this Saturday and Sunday (8th and 9th September) at 7.45p.m. and 4.30p.m. respectively! Venue is Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' Secondary School (296 Lorong Ah Soo)'s Concert Hall, for those girl-minded people out there, and for those typical glop-till-you-drop Singaporeans, do come early as dinner WILL be provided! So come on down and get ministered by this touching drama this Sat or Sun (or both!) to watch Tim dance and me act like a waiter in a French Restaraunt! (I smell YouTube!...)]
So anyway, to make up for the missing posts (which I will somehpw try to get posted), here's a picture I drew up for you all:
Haggai 2:5!!! God bless y'all!!! Nite!!!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Paul, Timothy, and who?...
Continuing from the last post, I ate an early breakfast at 4, then fell asleep again. x_x*
Woke up again at 8.15, slightly dissapointed that I wouldn't be able to make it for the Main Service today. At least there's still Lighthouse and Believers! So I ate a second round of breakfast, then took a bath before hitching a ride with Mom to Bras Basah Road.
We left the place at around 9.30, so reaching Bugis would mean... 10ish?
As I walked to Prinsep Presbyterian Church, I prayed that God would teach me something special today in whatever that would happen in Church. Let's just say I still had a little doubt to satisfy for joining PLH.
On the way, I felt rather thirsty and remembered that the last time I drank water was about 7 or more hours ago. So checking that I still had enough cash, I droped by at a nearby 7-Eleven to buy a drink.
In my wallet, I had a 2-dollar, a 5-dollar and a couple of 10-dollar notes. Making sure I had enough for offering and lunch, I looked around to see what I could buy with the 2-dollar note. I finally found a bottle of Jasmine Green Tea ($1.70)and brought it to the counter to pay.
At the counter, the Malay lady attending the stall said that they're selling those kind of drinks at an offer of an extra bottle for another 20 cents. She adviced me to take the offer, and despite my concience about not knowing if drinks were allowed int he halls of PLH or not, I took it up.
Packing the two bottles of Green Tea into my slingbag, which was a lot more than I expected rom just $2 at a 7-Eleven stall, God then told me, "Today, I'll be teaching about My grace in prosperity and peace! Get ready!..." (As if learnt in my walk with Christ, this is suppos to be one of those momments when I get excited 'cause I know something interesting's gonna happen soon!)
Once at Prinsep Church, I went to the Library to relax and wait for the Main Service to end and for Lighthouse to begin. While waiting, I decided to do the Bible workbook which they gave out. (Man, it's been a long time since I've seen these kind of books. About as long as the last time I've been in my previous cell group...)
The topic we've last left off was about the 'Conditions of Prayer' and 'For Whom Do You Pray?'. And what other ways can you ask for prosperity and peace than through the words of prayer?! I read along and saw the questions that went by, and was impressed by the way they organized their facts.
For example, Question 7) asks, "What conditions of prayer do you find in the following verses? - Psalm 66:18, Matthew 21:22, John 15:7, John 16:24, 1 John 5:14-15" Lets look at the verses now, shall we...
It was interesting how many details I saw with the book, but when I was finished with the topics covered for today, I kept my book back in my bag and got out my MP3 to listen to for the remaining time. And just as I looked back up, Tim's sister was just right infront of me!
At first, I didn't recognise her so I didn't respond when she kept staring at me. Then she said a soft, "Hi!", of which my memory was jolted back and so I said, "Hi!" back to her again. We then chatted for a while and looked around at other books and sceneries before she ended the conversation and I sat back in my chair to listen to more MP3 tunes.
Then sometime later, we came to the topic of a meet-the-parents session later in the year and who's parents A.J. knows already. He claimed that he has met all of our parents, of which Zeik rebutted with the two new Chinese-educated guys that have just joined us and me.
"Well," he said, after stating that he's even met the moms of the two boys, "I don't need to meet with Miguel's mom - he's already ived up to his name."
Tim turned and asked, "What does 'Miguel' mean, anyway?"
"Michael means 'Who is like God?'", I responded softly, turning back to A.J. when he continued proceeding through the book.
Soon, we had to be dismissed and Tim and I went down to check when we had to return for Believers. While Tim was asking, Zeik asked me why I keep following Tim around most of the time. Tim then told him I was also joining Believers, of which Zeik emphasized, "He can sing?!"
I was a little wobbled, since I was still stuck in my 'lower-than-what-the-piano-can-play' situation. But then we soon ended the conversation, and Tim and I went to an Ah Mei's nearby to eat fried rice, then headed back. We took the elevator, with Tim commenting that we "Dunnid to burn calories, lor."
Once upstairs, told us to go to Sim Lim Square to buy CDs to burn the music for the musical, so we had to go down again, of which I told Tim back that we "nid to burn calories after all."
After searching around a couple of storeys of Sim Lm Square in search for CDs, we found a good shop and bought the stack of disks before heading back to Church, commenting on the History Movie along the way.
For Believers, I tried singing some of the songs, but could clearly see the frame which my voice was limited to so far. Going low was no problem for me (I can go about 3-4 ctaves low, as I was to find out later...), but it's the high notes I need to practice on (Can't even hit the plain C).
After some singing, we then practiced on the dance steps. Time after time, there would be food breaks, of which Tim would go to the back to shake me up and try to teach me the names of the Believers. I had a rough idea of who's who, but most likely I'll be forgetting again. It'll take me some time before I remember them all anyway, so no rush I guess.
On one of the breaks, Tim looked at the piano score of Go Light Your World and saw how low the bass hand had to play. Qurious, he decided to play the note and see if I could swoop low enough to sing it. It was a D note about 4 octaves under the middle C, and I reached i flat on the note!
Yay! For once, I saw where I was special in singing! For now, I can reach notes very low, somewhat beyond the grasps of Tanners, and so even I have notes only people like me can touch! But then Tim played The Phantom of the Opera on the same octave, and I was scared in a split-second.
In my mind, I was like 'Hey! Tryin' to emphasize sumthin, punk?' kinda surprized. For one thing, I take it that that was the correct octave to play The Phantom of the Opera. That means that songs that I can uniquely blend in would be... opera?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
It's interesting how everyone in the hall, whether rehearsing or just resting, was friendly enogh to wave goodbye to us as we walked out! Yeah, this place sure is friendly. Split off from Tim at the first light-junction, since I found that Douby Gouht (Is that how you spell it?) and the 700 was just the same distance from the place, but in the wrong direction.
Once at home, ate bee hoon dinner with mooncake and watermelon supper. Never had something so traditional in a long time.
Well, better do that piece of work Mr. Tay assigned me with. The cover page for the GEP 2008 booklet is at hand!... (I need help: What's the first image that comes to your mind when you hear the word 'Stereotypes'?)
Oh, and if you're interested in wathing the musical, Thief of Always, 8th & 9th September (Sat & Sun), 7.45pm & 4.30pm resectively, Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' Secondary School (PLMGSS) Concert Hall, BY ALL MEANS ask me or TIm or any of the Believers/PLHers with brouchers and invitations! I've seen it bit by bit, and I garuntee a night to remember!
Matthew 21:22! God bless y'all!
Woke up again at 8.15, slightly dissapointed that I wouldn't be able to make it for the Main Service today. At least there's still Lighthouse and Believers! So I ate a second round of breakfast, then took a bath before hitching a ride with Mom to Bras Basah Road.
We left the place at around 9.30, so reaching Bugis would mean... 10ish?
As I walked to Prinsep Presbyterian Church, I prayed that God would teach me something special today in whatever that would happen in Church. Let's just say I still had a little doubt to satisfy for joining PLH.
On the way, I felt rather thirsty and remembered that the last time I drank water was about 7 or more hours ago. So checking that I still had enough cash, I droped by at a nearby 7-Eleven to buy a drink.
In my wallet, I had a 2-dollar, a 5-dollar and a couple of 10-dollar notes. Making sure I had enough for offering and lunch, I looked around to see what I could buy with the 2-dollar note. I finally found a bottle of Jasmine Green Tea ($1.70)and brought it to the counter to pay.
At the counter, the Malay lady attending the stall said that they're selling those kind of drinks at an offer of an extra bottle for another 20 cents. She adviced me to take the offer, and despite my concience about not knowing if drinks were allowed int he halls of PLH or not, I took it up.
Packing the two bottles of Green Tea into my slingbag, which was a lot more than I expected rom just $2 at a 7-Eleven stall, God then told me, "Today, I'll be teaching about My grace in prosperity and peace! Get ready!..." (As if learnt in my walk with Christ, this is suppos to be one of those momments when I get excited 'cause I know something interesting's gonna happen soon!)
Once at Prinsep Church, I went to the Library to relax and wait for the Main Service to end and for Lighthouse to begin. While waiting, I decided to do the Bible workbook which they gave out. (Man, it's been a long time since I've seen these kind of books. About as long as the last time I've been in my previous cell group...)
The topic we've last left off was about the 'Conditions of Prayer' and 'For Whom Do You Pray?'. And what other ways can you ask for prosperity and peace than through the words of prayer?! I read along and saw the questions that went by, and was impressed by the way they organized their facts.
For example, Question 7) asks, "What conditions of prayer do you find in the following verses? - Psalm 66:18, Matthew 21:22, John 15:7, John 16:24, 1 John 5:14-15" Lets look at the verses now, shall we...
Psalm 66:18
18If I had cherished sin in my heart, the Lord would not have listened;
Matthew 21:22
22If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer."
John 15:7
7If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you.
John 16:24
24Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.
1 John 5:4-15
14This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. 15And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.
It was interesting how many details I saw with the book, but when I was finished with the topics covered for today, I kept my book back in my bag and got out my MP3 to listen to for the remaining time. And just as I looked back up, Tim's sister was just right infront of me!
At first, I didn't recognise her so I didn't respond when she kept staring at me. Then she said a soft, "Hi!", of which my memory was jolted back and so I said, "Hi!" back to her again. We then chatted for a while and looked around at other books and sceneries before she ended the conversation and I sat back in my chair to listen to more MP3 tunes.
Soon, I notice that the crowd was increasing outside the Library, so I assumed that the Main Servie was over. Tim's dad came into the room and attended to Tim's sis, who pointed at me and introduced the both of us again. We then had a short chat about Tim's mom and the History Project I did with Tim, before I told them I had to go for Lighthouse, of which TIm's dad pardoned me off.
And coincidentally, the momment I turned around to get to the door, Tim popped out. For a momment, I felt like those oldies' scenes when the cops confine a criminal with their cars and shout out, "Alright, Mugsy! Surrender now - We've surround'd the house! Put'cha hands up in the name of 'eh law!"
I gave the ussual short salute as he walked in and met ith his dad and sis. I then walked out of the room, keping close to Tim so I knew what was going on for now. As we went up to Lighthouse, along with other PLHers like Zeik and friends, I admitted to Tim that I woke up extremely early this morning so I might be drousy for the latter half of the day.
And at the same time, Tim handed over the notes for today's sermon in the Main Service. What shocked me the most was that the Opening Song was none other than Ancient of Days! For a little introduction, Ancient of Days had played a great role in motivating me through my first year in ACS(Independent) and as such I highly reguard and like that song.
And it was played in the service I missed! My stomach sank, along with my heart if it had wanted to join in. But I told myself God might not have wanted me to come for a reason anyway, so the guilt of not being able to attend passed off.
For Lighthouse, we sang songs (as ussual), welcomed each other (I always have a hard time in this one, but I know I'll have to go through this one time or another. Now, how many times did I tell myself, "It's just a handshake, stay cool..."?), did worship, then dismissed to cell classes.
At around this time, we also found that Kirby's now with Han Jie's Church. Well, good thing he's found a place to settle down at! As long asthe Grace of Christ is taught there, it should be fine for him...
Anyway, we had loads of fun back in class, and jokes were shared here and there at good timings. I'm apparently titled now as the Migtionary in this class with my assumably greater knowledge in vocabulary and Biblical references. Especially when I saved everyone from doing homework by answering A.J. that the word 'hallowed' means 'sanctify'.Then sometime later, we came to the topic of a meet-the-parents session later in the year and who's parents A.J. knows already. He claimed that he has met all of our parents, of which Zeik rebutted with the two new Chinese-educated guys that have just joined us and me.
"Well," he said, after stating that he's even met the moms of the two boys, "I don't need to meet with Miguel's mom - he's already ived up to his name."
Tim turned and asked, "What does 'Miguel' mean, anyway?"
"Michael means 'Who is like God?'", I responded softly, turning back to A.J. when he continued proceeding through the book.
Soon, we had to be dismissed and Tim and I went down to check when we had to return for Believers. While Tim was asking, Zeik asked me why I keep following Tim around most of the time. Tim then told him I was also joining Believers, of which Zeik emphasized, "He can sing?!"
I was a little wobbled, since I was still stuck in my 'lower-than-what-the-piano-can-play' situation. But then we soon ended the conversation, and Tim and I went to an Ah Mei's nearby to eat fried rice, then headed back. We took the elevator, with Tim commenting that we "Dunnid to burn calories, lor."
Once upstairs, told us to go to Sim Lim Square to buy CDs to burn the music for the musical, so we had to go down again, of which I told Tim back that we "nid to burn calories after all."
After searching around a couple of storeys of Sim Lm Square in search for CDs, we found a good shop and bought the stack of disks before heading back to Church, commenting on the History Movie along the way.
For Believers, I tried singing some of the songs, but could clearly see the frame which my voice was limited to so far. Going low was no problem for me (I can go about 3-4 ctaves low, as I was to find out later...), but it's the high notes I need to practice on (Can't even hit the plain C).
After some singing, we then practiced on the dance steps. Time after time, there would be food breaks, of which Tim would go to the back to shake me up and try to teach me the names of the Believers. I had a rough idea of who's who, but most likely I'll be forgetting again. It'll take me some time before I remember them all anyway, so no rush I guess.
On one of the breaks, Tim looked at the piano score of Go Light Your World and saw how low the bass hand had to play. Qurious, he decided to play the note and see if I could swoop low enough to sing it. It was a D note about 4 octaves under the middle C, and I reached i flat on the note!
Yay! For once, I saw where I was special in singing! For now, I can reach notes very low, somewhat beyond the grasps of Tanners, and so even I have notes only people like me can touch! But then Tim played The Phantom of the Opera on the same octave, and I was scared in a split-second.
In my mind, I was like 'Hey! Tryin' to emphasize sumthin, punk?' kinda surprized. For one thing, I take it that that was the correct octave to play The Phantom of the Opera. That means that songs that I can uniquely blend in would be... opera?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
NO!!! I do NOT want to join OPERA!!! I mean, with my greatest for some of the greatest scores in the Romance Era, I'll feel and look creepy for an opera singer...
Back to rehersals, there was more dancing, more breaks, more dancing, more break, even more dancing, even more breaks, and soon we called it a day. Aunty Lisa (I hope I got this right) asked us to form into groups of 4 so we could each 'hallow' our efforts for today. For once, I managed to pray for the team(!). God bless us and our musical!
The singers were then dismissed, but TIm and I decided to stay back a little longer to watch the drama rehersals. I caught a glimpse of the script, and also of the play as it was acted out, but soon we had to leave since Tim's parents needed him back by theshold-hour.It's interesting how everyone in the hall, whether rehearsing or just resting, was friendly enogh to wave goodbye to us as we walked out! Yeah, this place sure is friendly. Split off from Tim at the first light-junction, since I found that Douby Gouht (Is that how you spell it?) and the 700 was just the same distance from the place, but in the wrong direction.
Once at home, ate bee hoon dinner with mooncake and watermelon supper. Never had something so traditional in a long time.
Well, better do that piece of work Mr. Tay assigned me with. The cover page for the GEP 2008 booklet is at hand!... (I need help: What's the first image that comes to your mind when you hear the word 'Stereotypes'?)
Oh, and if you're interested in wathing the musical, Thief of Always, 8th & 9th September (Sat & Sun), 7.45pm & 4.30pm resectively, Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' Secondary School (PLMGSS) Concert Hall, BY ALL MEANS ask me or TIm or any of the Believers/PLHers with brouchers and invitations! I've seen it bit by bit, and I garuntee a night to remember!
Matthew 21:22! God bless y'all!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
No, I Wasn't...
No fair.
They all had a chance to run cross-country and excert their strengths, and what do I do? Duty.
And even worse, I get blamed for being a slacker.
The first four sentence circulated my head as I left Turf City after Cross-Country Run today to go eat at a MacDonalds before leaving for training at MacRitchie. But let's just say God was able to thrill me back to my happy mood after the lunch. (God, You never fail to amuse me...)
Now on with what happened today, from the top. Starts with me sucessfully waking up at 5.30! After weks of oversleeping, I finally got myself to wake up early with the help of an annoying alarm clock! But sadly, the momment I switched off the alarm, I woke up to realise I knocked off the momment I switch off the alarm. And when I checked my watch, I found out it was already 5.55!
And I needed to reach Turf City for Prefect Duty at 6.30! And to get there in time, I needed to leave at 6! Alarmed altogether (har, har...), I rushed out of my room to eat a quik breakfast. My Mom then got out of her room, all ready to send me to the venue, only to find me still dunking a chocolate sandwitch in a cup of Horlicks.
She then told me I was really stretching myself too far, of which I responded by gulping down the remainder of Horlicks and rushing to my room to gert changed into my co-operate T-shirt. There were no lessons but training today, so I didn't have to pack much of a bag except a small one for my water bottle. For training attire, I just did the ussual thing I'd do - wear it underneath my uniform (or for this case, my co-op T).
Once finished with settling this stuff, I, along with my Mom, rushed down to the car and drove off. When we arrived at Turf City, the place was still in moderate darkness, and Mom had doubts on whether there was even an event at the time. I got off at the drop-off point and checked the area, later finding another cluster of prefects and so I called Mom to tell her all was fine and she could go.
After some more waiting, all the different clusters combined to form one group along with the Student Council, and we all had a combined briefing on the duties we had to do. For me, I had to do parking, basically guiding parents' cars (and subsiquently student that are lost on the roads)to the round-a-bout we're forming in the carpark.
I ran with Calvin and Andy to the main road areas to help students andteachers to cross the road, and also to secretly keep watch for the Senior Administration and other VIPs. For the first hour, it was rather exciting to gather the students bundle by bndle and then running in the middle of the road to risk your life in front of cars just to help them cross.
Then came a subsiquent half an hour, where the traffic, along with the number of students coming in, were dieing down. Easing off, but still maintainable.
Then came the next half hour. There were rarely, if not barely, any cars on the road, and we were literally stoning there and doing nothing. It was miserable, and so we were thankful when the people back at Turf City called Andy to tell us to head back. We walked back and gathered with the rest, later to be told that we were going to the shopping center's interior to chase out loitering students.
We tried to chase them out, but many have already lined up at 7-ll. It was somewhat funny to watch them all compressed inside the stall, but we had to try to get as many people back in the tracks as possible. We then moved towards the tracks to get the student assembled for the remaining races, making sure we had a controlled path for people who needed to go to the toilet.
I was told to guard one of the exits and make sure no one goes in or out from that way, telling anyone who wants to do so that tey needed to go to the controlled path. I was able to do it for the next hour or so, with the help of listening to the music being played. (Heh, there were some funny songs played, like one which kept on singing, "Chocolate Rain!")
But after that, I was starting to get tired standing still. I was watching all the racers on the track as they were finishing off their runs, and I looked down to watch how my feet were screaming at me to start joining them. I sighed and stayed at my spot, soon allowing students to pass through me if they wanted to. And when I saw that the senioors were moving away from their posts, I got my bag and went to their direction.
Loosing track of time, I sat on a railing, watching the runners walk pass me to go to the toilet. They were well-exausted from the run, and seemed to have enjoyed themselves. I knew I was missing out on a lot, and so I stared don again.
Finally, the announcement was made for people to report back to the grounds for prize presentation. All the prefects went down to chase the students out of the building, assisted by a couple of teachers or so. But once it was done, we had a debrief on the opposite side of the building.
After the debrief, we saw the students flooding through the building and knew it was time to get dismissed. Finally! I could walk again at free will, and so I went off to the bus-stop to eat at MacDonalds at Coronation. A quiet meal by myself, and I was off for MacRitchie for training.
I was suppose to report to the chin-up bars at 1.45, but it was still 11.55 when I got there. So I decided to walk around MacRichie to visually entertain myself. And I must tell you, MacRitchie looks beautiful in the afternoon! Walking past the food stall, the countless benches, the 'zig-zag' bridge and even Lim Bo Seng's grave, it was good enough for me to say, "What a wonderful world!" I should have taken photos, but there were many timeless locations around the reservour perfect for group outings, such as picnics and re-creational activities!
As of now, the only four places I know are best for picnics would be Bukit Timah Hill, East Coast Park, West Coast Park and MacRitchie Reservior.
MacRitchie is if you're with an artistic group and want a peaceful meal in a beautiful landscape.
Bukit Timah is somewhat similiar in beauty, just that this is suited for those who want an adventure just to get to their breakfast.
West Coast is for those who want adventure, but in a more convenient and simplified (playground) manner.
East Coast is more towards re-creational activitise like fishing and cycling. There's also a great variety of food to feast on throughout the stretch, so meals aren't a problem.
Back to where we left, I later found a spot up a hill and sat down to get a good view of the reservior, then taking out my MP3 to listen to some jazz and country music to enhance the mood. My annoyance of not being able to run was long gone, and I was praising the Lord for saving this momment for now.
"Lord, You never fail to ammuse me!..."
After a while, I tried to sing along with one of the songs an octave higher to train my vocal cords, just as Tim had been advising me through the past couple of weeks or more. But I could tell I was sounding annoyingly squeaky, so I decided to stop and pause my MP3 for a while. Just then, I saw from the corner of my eye that someone was walking past. I turned to look, only to bite my tounge to see that it was, well, Mr. See.
"You should have sat somewhere over that area," he told me smiling as he pointed out a bench a few meters away. "You'd have a better view of the water there, and it'd have shaded out the sun."
I quietly followed him as he walked down the hill, biting my tongue even more with the thought that he might have heard me singing squeaky if I wasn't careful back then. We then talked about the cross-country run, which lead to him telling me about how it was like when he was once Assistant Prefect Master, which lead to the story of how he was somewhat against the double-CCA policy in ACS(Independent) when it came to application back in 1999, about the same time Canoeing started in the school.
We then met up with Michael at the Carpark toilet. Mr. See then remembered that Winston lost his spectacles somewhere in the bushes in the area, so he asked us to help him do a brief search. By the Grace of God, I found them seated beside a tree, and so I passed them to Mr. See, who later called Winston to tell him to buy 4-D and that any punishments he'd give me would go to Wins for the next week or so.
We then ran up to the Bags Shed, except Mr. See who can't run because pof his leg injury. He called for me, then took out the keys from his bag and toss them to me, later giving the 'opps' face when he over-shot me by a bit. I unlocked the shed and we placed our bags inside, while Mr. See told us about how rental fees for these sheds were increasing, yet still worth it.
We then went to the chin-up bars behind the Paddle Lodge to, well, do chin-ups. Mr. See left us there while he searched for more canoeists from our club. After doing a few sets, more fellow canoeists came, and soon the group was alrge enough to justify us to get back to the sheds to get out our boats.
For today, I took StingRay with Kenneth after we bargained with Mr. See and a couple of Juniors. We launched off and did our sets, although in the middle of sets Kenneth would swear in anxiety that his strokes were somehow wrong. Through the programme, I was praying to God for peace in my boat, and soon enough it came around the last two sets of 2K.
Basically, what is wrong with our strokes is more of our timing together, and that we need to stop crossing our arms too far over the opposite sides of the boat. Individually, Kenneth is apparently pulling beyond his waist (I don't know if that's true 'cause he's Backman so he's obviously not in my view) while I'm still punching too high and, as quoted by Mr. Goh, "You're too stiff in the boat. Relax."
Well, at least we were able to keep pace with Derek and Ryan. It feels nice to paddle sets alongside another friendly boat. Once finished with our sets, we packed up and got the boat to Upper Shed. Kenneth then made a dash for the toilet, while I got the sheds unlocked and the life jackets and blades brought down to the Lower Shed. Soon, the rest of the team came over with their boats, and within 10 or so minutes we packed up everything.
Only to find out that there's a missing blade.
After a short debrief, the Sec 2s went to comb the entire grounds of the launching area to search for Derek's paddle, only to find nothing. Mr. See then told us that we'd have to share the cost of the $700-odd paddle. Ah, well.
After changing up and catching a bus home, I got back home by about 5.45 or so, of which I went to sleep the moment I sat on my bed. When I woke up, I somehow had a few random doubts about life in my head, and they went around until I knew something was wrong so I quickly called out, "Good evening, Lord!"
And instantly my mind was calm again. Heh, comes to show you can never start a day right without starting it with God.
Well, since tomorrow's a sub-holiday in many schools, Dad said he'll permit me to watch TV late tonight! Yay, CSI and Criminal Minds! Well, I've just finished watching the shows, so I better turn out now. Can't be late for tomorrow's (sorry, today's) duty at the OneACS thingy. G'nite and God bless y'all!
They all had a chance to run cross-country and excert their strengths, and what do I do? Duty.
And even worse, I get blamed for being a slacker.
The first four sentence circulated my head as I left Turf City after Cross-Country Run today to go eat at a MacDonalds before leaving for training at MacRitchie. But let's just say God was able to thrill me back to my happy mood after the lunch. (God, You never fail to amuse me...)
Now on with what happened today, from the top. Starts with me sucessfully waking up at 5.30! After weks of oversleeping, I finally got myself to wake up early with the help of an annoying alarm clock! But sadly, the momment I switched off the alarm, I woke up to realise I knocked off the momment I switch off the alarm. And when I checked my watch, I found out it was already 5.55!
And I needed to reach Turf City for Prefect Duty at 6.30! And to get there in time, I needed to leave at 6! Alarmed altogether (har, har...), I rushed out of my room to eat a quik breakfast. My Mom then got out of her room, all ready to send me to the venue, only to find me still dunking a chocolate sandwitch in a cup of Horlicks.
She then told me I was really stretching myself too far, of which I responded by gulping down the remainder of Horlicks and rushing to my room to gert changed into my co-operate T-shirt. There were no lessons but training today, so I didn't have to pack much of a bag except a small one for my water bottle. For training attire, I just did the ussual thing I'd do - wear it underneath my uniform (or for this case, my co-op T).
Once finished with settling this stuff, I, along with my Mom, rushed down to the car and drove off. When we arrived at Turf City, the place was still in moderate darkness, and Mom had doubts on whether there was even an event at the time. I got off at the drop-off point and checked the area, later finding another cluster of prefects and so I called Mom to tell her all was fine and she could go.
After some more waiting, all the different clusters combined to form one group along with the Student Council, and we all had a combined briefing on the duties we had to do. For me, I had to do parking, basically guiding parents' cars (and subsiquently student that are lost on the roads)to the round-a-bout we're forming in the carpark.
I ran with Calvin and Andy to the main road areas to help students andteachers to cross the road, and also to secretly keep watch for the Senior Administration and other VIPs. For the first hour, it was rather exciting to gather the students bundle by bndle and then running in the middle of the road to risk your life in front of cars just to help them cross.
Then came a subsiquent half an hour, where the traffic, along with the number of students coming in, were dieing down. Easing off, but still maintainable.
Then came the next half hour. There were rarely, if not barely, any cars on the road, and we were literally stoning there and doing nothing. It was miserable, and so we were thankful when the people back at Turf City called Andy to tell us to head back. We walked back and gathered with the rest, later to be told that we were going to the shopping center's interior to chase out loitering students.
We tried to chase them out, but many have already lined up at 7-ll. It was somewhat funny to watch them all compressed inside the stall, but we had to try to get as many people back in the tracks as possible. We then moved towards the tracks to get the student assembled for the remaining races, making sure we had a controlled path for people who needed to go to the toilet.
I was told to guard one of the exits and make sure no one goes in or out from that way, telling anyone who wants to do so that tey needed to go to the controlled path. I was able to do it for the next hour or so, with the help of listening to the music being played. (Heh, there were some funny songs played, like one which kept on singing, "Chocolate Rain!")
But after that, I was starting to get tired standing still. I was watching all the racers on the track as they were finishing off their runs, and I looked down to watch how my feet were screaming at me to start joining them. I sighed and stayed at my spot, soon allowing students to pass through me if they wanted to. And when I saw that the senioors were moving away from their posts, I got my bag and went to their direction.
Loosing track of time, I sat on a railing, watching the runners walk pass me to go to the toilet. They were well-exausted from the run, and seemed to have enjoyed themselves. I knew I was missing out on a lot, and so I stared don again.
Finally, the announcement was made for people to report back to the grounds for prize presentation. All the prefects went down to chase the students out of the building, assisted by a couple of teachers or so. But once it was done, we had a debrief on the opposite side of the building.
After the debrief, we saw the students flooding through the building and knew it was time to get dismissed. Finally! I could walk again at free will, and so I went off to the bus-stop to eat at MacDonalds at Coronation. A quiet meal by myself, and I was off for MacRitchie for training.
I was suppose to report to the chin-up bars at 1.45, but it was still 11.55 when I got there. So I decided to walk around MacRichie to visually entertain myself. And I must tell you, MacRitchie looks beautiful in the afternoon! Walking past the food stall, the countless benches, the 'zig-zag' bridge and even Lim Bo Seng's grave, it was good enough for me to say, "What a wonderful world!" I should have taken photos, but there were many timeless locations around the reservour perfect for group outings, such as picnics and re-creational activities!
As of now, the only four places I know are best for picnics would be Bukit Timah Hill, East Coast Park, West Coast Park and MacRitchie Reservior.
MacRitchie is if you're with an artistic group and want a peaceful meal in a beautiful landscape.
Bukit Timah is somewhat similiar in beauty, just that this is suited for those who want an adventure just to get to their breakfast.
West Coast is for those who want adventure, but in a more convenient and simplified (playground) manner.
East Coast is more towards re-creational activitise like fishing and cycling. There's also a great variety of food to feast on throughout the stretch, so meals aren't a problem.
Back to where we left, I later found a spot up a hill and sat down to get a good view of the reservior, then taking out my MP3 to listen to some jazz and country music to enhance the mood. My annoyance of not being able to run was long gone, and I was praising the Lord for saving this momment for now.
"Lord, You never fail to ammuse me!..."
After a while, I tried to sing along with one of the songs an octave higher to train my vocal cords, just as Tim had been advising me through the past couple of weeks or more. But I could tell I was sounding annoyingly squeaky, so I decided to stop and pause my MP3 for a while. Just then, I saw from the corner of my eye that someone was walking past. I turned to look, only to bite my tounge to see that it was, well, Mr. See.
"You should have sat somewhere over that area," he told me smiling as he pointed out a bench a few meters away. "You'd have a better view of the water there, and it'd have shaded out the sun."
I quietly followed him as he walked down the hill, biting my tongue even more with the thought that he might have heard me singing squeaky if I wasn't careful back then. We then talked about the cross-country run, which lead to him telling me about how it was like when he was once Assistant Prefect Master, which lead to the story of how he was somewhat against the double-CCA policy in ACS(Independent) when it came to application back in 1999, about the same time Canoeing started in the school.
We then met up with Michael at the Carpark toilet. Mr. See then remembered that Winston lost his spectacles somewhere in the bushes in the area, so he asked us to help him do a brief search. By the Grace of God, I found them seated beside a tree, and so I passed them to Mr. See, who later called Winston to tell him to buy 4-D and that any punishments he'd give me would go to Wins for the next week or so.
We then ran up to the Bags Shed, except Mr. See who can't run because pof his leg injury. He called for me, then took out the keys from his bag and toss them to me, later giving the 'opps' face when he over-shot me by a bit. I unlocked the shed and we placed our bags inside, while Mr. See told us about how rental fees for these sheds were increasing, yet still worth it.
We then went to the chin-up bars behind the Paddle Lodge to, well, do chin-ups. Mr. See left us there while he searched for more canoeists from our club. After doing a few sets, more fellow canoeists came, and soon the group was alrge enough to justify us to get back to the sheds to get out our boats.
For today, I took StingRay with Kenneth after we bargained with Mr. See and a couple of Juniors. We launched off and did our sets, although in the middle of sets Kenneth would swear in anxiety that his strokes were somehow wrong. Through the programme, I was praying to God for peace in my boat, and soon enough it came around the last two sets of 2K.
Basically, what is wrong with our strokes is more of our timing together, and that we need to stop crossing our arms too far over the opposite sides of the boat. Individually, Kenneth is apparently pulling beyond his waist (I don't know if that's true 'cause he's Backman so he's obviously not in my view) while I'm still punching too high and, as quoted by Mr. Goh, "You're too stiff in the boat. Relax."
Well, at least we were able to keep pace with Derek and Ryan. It feels nice to paddle sets alongside another friendly boat. Once finished with our sets, we packed up and got the boat to Upper Shed. Kenneth then made a dash for the toilet, while I got the sheds unlocked and the life jackets and blades brought down to the Lower Shed. Soon, the rest of the team came over with their boats, and within 10 or so minutes we packed up everything.
Only to find out that there's a missing blade.
After a short debrief, the Sec 2s went to comb the entire grounds of the launching area to search for Derek's paddle, only to find nothing. Mr. See then told us that we'd have to share the cost of the $700-odd paddle. Ah, well.
After changing up and catching a bus home, I got back home by about 5.45 or so, of which I went to sleep the moment I sat on my bed. When I woke up, I somehow had a few random doubts about life in my head, and they went around until I knew something was wrong so I quickly called out, "Good evening, Lord!"
And instantly my mind was calm again. Heh, comes to show you can never start a day right without starting it with God.
Well, since tomorrow's a sub-holiday in many schools, Dad said he'll permit me to watch TV late tonight! Yay, CSI and Criminal Minds! Well, I've just finished watching the shows, so I better turn out now. Can't be late for tomorrow's (sorry, today's) duty at the OneACS thingy. G'nite and God bless y'all!
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Blood and jeansley flesh...
First day as a proper member in Lighthouse. Hmm, went rather average, if you ask me. Let's start from the (end of the) beginning...
Woke up at around 7.45, and was informed by my Mom that she could give Kirby and I a lift to the church on her way to New Creation. I said I already arranged with Kirby to meet me at the bus stop down Petir Road to take a 700 to Bugis, then fell asleep again.
The second time I woke up, I went to wash-up and eat a quick breakfast before going to change/pack up for Lighthouse. My Mom then re-offered her lift proposal to Bras Basah, which is conveniently nearby Bugis. I soon gave in after realising that this would give Kirby and I an extra hour to rest first before we leave, so I tried to SMS Kirby about the new plans.
Soon, it was time to go again, and Mom and I left for the car. I informed her that I still haven't recieved any comfirmation that Kirby recieved my calls/SMSs, so we decided to drive by the bus stop just in case. When we got there, I checked the bus stop (and also the neighbouring one) with no Kirby in sight, and after calling for many contacts to find Kirb's house number, I couldn't find it at all. I knew that Tim had his nuber, but I doubt he'd respond in the middle of the Main Service.
Having done all that I could, I asked my Mom to drive past Kirby's house just to check one last time if he's out of the house, which he apparently wasn't, so we then drove ahead without him. Mom dropped me off before the National Library, and I walked the rest of the stretch to PLH (I hope I got the spelling correct).
Once int he building, I went to the library room, which Tim told me (and Kirby) to meet up with him at. While waiting, I went to look around at the variety of books they had. It was more or less Christian journals on one side of a wall, and Christian stories on the other. Another corner had cassets and CDs, and the last corner was, well, the door. Having a seat on one of the roller chairs, I scrolled sideways towards a book titled 'Pursuit for Holiness' and started reading the first few pages.
While reading, I heard the voice of what I thought was an upper-primary boy swearing a lot and saying how much 'I give up on life'. Hearing it over and over again, I decided to see who was muttering all the racket. I lowered the book I was reading, only to be surprized that it wasn't a young boy, but a girl.
I knew it was normal for an older girl to sound like a younger boy, but what shocked me was how she was blunting out all those comments about giving up her life and all, and I almost had the mind to stand up and tell her that "This is a house of God, and I would very much appreciate it if you gave the life God gave you a little more respect."
I mean, by all means share about your problems in life with fellow brothers and sisters of Christ in a Church, but don't so candidly talk about suicide or cursing until it becomes too much a habit that about every conversation involves a sadistic thought. But I saw a bit of the book in my hands that told me not to get too caught up on the situation, so I stayed with the book.
Later, a few people from the same Bible Stuby Class as me came in and was fetching someone from the room, when they saw me and said that Lighthouse was about to start, so I followed behind them and went out of the room. But then I remembered that Tim still wants to meet us here anyway, so I went back inside again.
Preparing myself for the Bible Study, I dug out a pen from my bag and placed it into my pocket, which was around the same time Tim, Zeik and another tall ang-moh ('Western-looking') guy walked in to see if I (originally 'we') were present. I explained to Tim I tried to find Kirby, but he was apparently MIA. He called Kirby's house (finally) and found out that he overslept.
Well, at least that answers a question or two. After being omfirmed that he was going to come next Sunday, we al went up the stairs to the hall up in the roof. On the way up, Tim was explaining to me that the new character was Hudson, and that he wasn't exactly a new character - just that he migrated to the States about 4 years ago and now the only things he remember of this Church was Zeik and Tim.
Well, I guess I wasn't gonna be the only one nervous this morning.
During Worship, we sang a few songs (and half-way through, we sang the welcome song, which was starting to creep me out in the sense that I - being a new kid in the block - was partially in a state of panic after not knowing which hands to shake) and then singing a few more songs and giving the offering. It was followed bya few announcements on Church affairs around the country and then a few verses to remember for the week.
We were then dismissed to our classes, of which I went alone since Tim had to go for a Youth Committee meeting first. When I got to the room, Zeik was beggin me to sit between him and the girls, of which the girls were requesting me not to do in response. I didn't know which was better - sitting beside Zeik with the satisfaction that I saved a life, or watching him suffer from being attacked by smacks and jokes by the girls - but I just decided to stay my ground since I was already comfortable where I was seated.
Soon enough, everyone who needed to be present was present, and we began lessons on how the Bible will help us in life. This went rather well, and time after time we all had a chance to answer the questions. One thing, though, was that I wasn't sure if we were being thought the Book of Laws, or the Gospel of Grace. There's a difference, but they're both in the Bible, and one acts as an introduction to the other, the other being the perfect redemption from the first.
We finished early, and after a closing prayer we were dismissed early as well. Tim and I went out to eat lunch before we would come back for Believers. Tim told me a list of eat-outs around the area we were in and asked what I'd like to eat. So noticing that my legs were still slightly shaking from the fact that I was still shy back there in Believers, I span around and tried to see where I'd end up pointing towards.
"Subway."
We walked down a few junctions and prayed that Tim remembered the way, which was ironically answered with a large sign above our heads reading 'SUBWAY'. We went to the shop and bought our stuff, which I did first because Tim needed to go to the toilet first. I bought an Italian B.M.T. without the meal (opps...), said Grace and ate.
I then had a chat with Tim about the music scores and thigs related tot he sort (Note: When I say 'chat' during a one-to-one situation, always expect large chunks of silences inbetween the conversation.) and he showed me a few scores to look through. Once we were done with our sandwitches, we headed back to PLH, along the way meeting lots of people also from PLH.
Once at the 'music room', we saw it was bare, and so we played around with the piano and practiced a few scores. Time after time, we'd display our best pieces; his being The Phantom of the Opera, and mine being He's a Pirate. He also tried to teach me how to read notes, but it was more or less the same thing everyone tells me. The only problem with me reading notes isthat I'd have to read every secific note from the 'C' or 'Doh', and that's a lot more pain-staking than just playing out of memory or by ear.
Soon, more and more Believers came to the room, and the different ranges were forming their groups; the Sopranos giggling away in their lady-chat manners (something you wouldn't mind watching/listening to at all) and the Basses making active jokes here and there with their flexible heavy voices.
Tim asked Shaun (or is it Shawn? Oh, for those who don't know, this guy is the, well, recognised Embassador of the Basses? Yeah, I'll put it that way) to comfirm that I'm a Bass as well, and after saying, "Hi." he was truely certain, later singing to the tune of Drunken Sailor as Tim was playing it on the piano.
Soon enough, practice started, and we sat in our ranges. Shaun was sharing his scores with me, so that he could help me pitch with them. But after singing a few rounds, he noticed that I always sung one octave lower than the required notes. Asking me to sing a few notes higher, I ended up having nothing coming out literally. I was declared out of range, which isn't a bad thing 'cause I can just try to expand my range day by day, but being a Bass 4 means I'm just as good as an opera singer.
Looking through the score, I saw that there was no note within my reach until two songs from then, so I patiently waited during the other two songs. And even on that particular song, the part of it within my range is at the back fo the score, so I'm more or less useless at this point.
So this is why I never sing along to the music I play. The reason why I don't speak that confidently when at casual with new people. The reason why no one actually finds me singing at randomly appropriate timings like Hao Qing or Kenneth or Marcus Chua. I'm just too low to sing a modern pop song. WHat scares me now is that if my octave really is that low, I'm right now only useful for Opera, Honkeytonk and 50's Souls. Which creeps me out imagining how I'd look like performing them respectively.
Soon, it was time for dancing lessons. Was told not to share too much, so I'll try to keep it simple. I didn't have a role in the upcoming musical the Believers were setting up, so I went to the back of the class to watch, which for a few seconds made me feel like Mumble from the movie Happy Feet. I then watched as the rest of the guys were figuring out ways to blend the dance steps together wit the music, which in the end they found out how.
We then had a little 'derief' on what would be covered next week and the events to come for the group. We closed in player, and were dismissed, shortly told to come back to celebrate the birthday of one of the seniors. Ice-cream cake never felt so hard, but the cookies-and-cream flavour worked well enough.
I went off with Tim to Bugis MRT Station and had a small conversation about PLH/Believers/School affairs before leaving our separate ways (of the Green East-West Line). I took a train to Somerset and was about to get a 700 home when my parents called to say that the family was going to eat out at Orchard for dinner, so I took a bus to Borders and went to Isetan's Food Republic to help get a table for them.
When we all met up, we bought some stuff to eat (ghah! Their Fried Kway Teow is spicy!) and had supper at the Toast Box, later dropping by some digital product shops to look atround. (I thought I heard my Dad saying he intends to buy a Play Station 3. Oh no - I don't know how to play...)The ladies then went down to buy a watch, and we all left for the car in Dad's office to go home.
On the drive back, while Morriel was playing some of Choppy's Japanese Pop songs, I was telling the rest of the car about my day with the Believers. They then each also shared their encounters with their own choir lives - Mom had traumatising momments with the nuns at her old school and their methods in ensureing the right pitch, while Choppy had faint memories of Mr. Chew back in Nanyang and also of her solo which she performed live on a National Day about a decade ago.
After the drive, we went back home to empty out and relax for the week ahead. Well, to sumarise what I felt about PLH today, I was slightly alarmed on how much we touched on the Laws in the Bible. We now live in the New Testament, and as such we should be following the Grace, not the Law, of Christ. Wasn't that the reason why he died on the cross in the first place? To pay the price we all owed the Law so we could all be worthy to enter God's precense, and through so we could recieve His eternal love?
But that was just one day. I'll come again next week and see if the same thing happens. But for now, I'm still satisfied that I've not only found brothers and sisters to worship God with, but also that I've found another method of praising His name and spreading the Good News!
Well, that's about it. God bless y'all, and g'dnite!!!
Woke up at around 7.45, and was informed by my Mom that she could give Kirby and I a lift to the church on her way to New Creation. I said I already arranged with Kirby to meet me at the bus stop down Petir Road to take a 700 to Bugis, then fell asleep again.
The second time I woke up, I went to wash-up and eat a quick breakfast before going to change/pack up for Lighthouse. My Mom then re-offered her lift proposal to Bras Basah, which is conveniently nearby Bugis. I soon gave in after realising that this would give Kirby and I an extra hour to rest first before we leave, so I tried to SMS Kirby about the new plans.
Soon, it was time to go again, and Mom and I left for the car. I informed her that I still haven't recieved any comfirmation that Kirby recieved my calls/SMSs, so we decided to drive by the bus stop just in case. When we got there, I checked the bus stop (and also the neighbouring one) with no Kirby in sight, and after calling for many contacts to find Kirb's house number, I couldn't find it at all. I knew that Tim had his nuber, but I doubt he'd respond in the middle of the Main Service.
Having done all that I could, I asked my Mom to drive past Kirby's house just to check one last time if he's out of the house, which he apparently wasn't, so we then drove ahead without him. Mom dropped me off before the National Library, and I walked the rest of the stretch to PLH (I hope I got the spelling correct).
Once int he building, I went to the library room, which Tim told me (and Kirby) to meet up with him at. While waiting, I went to look around at the variety of books they had. It was more or less Christian journals on one side of a wall, and Christian stories on the other. Another corner had cassets and CDs, and the last corner was, well, the door. Having a seat on one of the roller chairs, I scrolled sideways towards a book titled 'Pursuit for Holiness' and started reading the first few pages.
While reading, I heard the voice of what I thought was an upper-primary boy swearing a lot and saying how much 'I give up on life'. Hearing it over and over again, I decided to see who was muttering all the racket. I lowered the book I was reading, only to be surprized that it wasn't a young boy, but a girl.
I knew it was normal for an older girl to sound like a younger boy, but what shocked me was how she was blunting out all those comments about giving up her life and all, and I almost had the mind to stand up and tell her that "This is a house of God, and I would very much appreciate it if you gave the life God gave you a little more respect."
I mean, by all means share about your problems in life with fellow brothers and sisters of Christ in a Church, but don't so candidly talk about suicide or cursing until it becomes too much a habit that about every conversation involves a sadistic thought. But I saw a bit of the book in my hands that told me not to get too caught up on the situation, so I stayed with the book.
Later, a few people from the same Bible Stuby Class as me came in and was fetching someone from the room, when they saw me and said that Lighthouse was about to start, so I followed behind them and went out of the room. But then I remembered that Tim still wants to meet us here anyway, so I went back inside again.
Preparing myself for the Bible Study, I dug out a pen from my bag and placed it into my pocket, which was around the same time Tim, Zeik and another tall ang-moh ('Western-looking') guy walked in to see if I (originally 'we') were present. I explained to Tim I tried to find Kirby, but he was apparently MIA. He called Kirby's house (finally) and found out that he overslept.
Well, at least that answers a question or two. After being omfirmed that he was going to come next Sunday, we al went up the stairs to the hall up in the roof. On the way up, Tim was explaining to me that the new character was Hudson, and that he wasn't exactly a new character - just that he migrated to the States about 4 years ago and now the only things he remember of this Church was Zeik and Tim.
Well, I guess I wasn't gonna be the only one nervous this morning.
During Worship, we sang a few songs (and half-way through, we sang the welcome song, which was starting to creep me out in the sense that I - being a new kid in the block - was partially in a state of panic after not knowing which hands to shake) and then singing a few more songs and giving the offering. It was followed bya few announcements on Church affairs around the country and then a few verses to remember for the week.
We were then dismissed to our classes, of which I went alone since Tim had to go for a Youth Committee meeting first. When I got to the room, Zeik was beggin me to sit between him and the girls, of which the girls were requesting me not to do in response. I didn't know which was better - sitting beside Zeik with the satisfaction that I saved a life, or watching him suffer from being attacked by smacks and jokes by the girls - but I just decided to stay my ground since I was already comfortable where I was seated.
Soon enough, everyone who needed to be present was present, and we began lessons on how the Bible will help us in life. This went rather well, and time after time we all had a chance to answer the questions. One thing, though, was that I wasn't sure if we were being thought the Book of Laws, or the Gospel of Grace. There's a difference, but they're both in the Bible, and one acts as an introduction to the other, the other being the perfect redemption from the first.
We finished early, and after a closing prayer we were dismissed early as well. Tim and I went out to eat lunch before we would come back for Believers. Tim told me a list of eat-outs around the area we were in and asked what I'd like to eat. So noticing that my legs were still slightly shaking from the fact that I was still shy back there in Believers, I span around and tried to see where I'd end up pointing towards.
"Subway."
We walked down a few junctions and prayed that Tim remembered the way, which was ironically answered with a large sign above our heads reading 'SUBWAY'. We went to the shop and bought our stuff, which I did first because Tim needed to go to the toilet first. I bought an Italian B.M.T. without the meal (opps...), said Grace and ate.
I then had a chat with Tim about the music scores and thigs related tot he sort (Note: When I say 'chat' during a one-to-one situation, always expect large chunks of silences inbetween the conversation.) and he showed me a few scores to look through. Once we were done with our sandwitches, we headed back to PLH, along the way meeting lots of people also from PLH.
Once at the 'music room', we saw it was bare, and so we played around with the piano and practiced a few scores. Time after time, we'd display our best pieces; his being The Phantom of the Opera, and mine being He's a Pirate. He also tried to teach me how to read notes, but it was more or less the same thing everyone tells me. The only problem with me reading notes isthat I'd have to read every secific note from the 'C' or 'Doh', and that's a lot more pain-staking than just playing out of memory or by ear.
Soon, more and more Believers came to the room, and the different ranges were forming their groups; the Sopranos giggling away in their lady-chat manners (something you wouldn't mind watching/listening to at all) and the Basses making active jokes here and there with their flexible heavy voices.
Tim asked Shaun (or is it Shawn? Oh, for those who don't know, this guy is the, well, recognised Embassador of the Basses? Yeah, I'll put it that way) to comfirm that I'm a Bass as well, and after saying, "Hi." he was truely certain, later singing to the tune of Drunken Sailor as Tim was playing it on the piano.
Soon enough, practice started, and we sat in our ranges. Shaun was sharing his scores with me, so that he could help me pitch with them. But after singing a few rounds, he noticed that I always sung one octave lower than the required notes. Asking me to sing a few notes higher, I ended up having nothing coming out literally. I was declared out of range, which isn't a bad thing 'cause I can just try to expand my range day by day, but being a Bass 4 means I'm just as good as an opera singer.
Looking through the score, I saw that there was no note within my reach until two songs from then, so I patiently waited during the other two songs. And even on that particular song, the part of it within my range is at the back fo the score, so I'm more or less useless at this point.
So this is why I never sing along to the music I play. The reason why I don't speak that confidently when at casual with new people. The reason why no one actually finds me singing at randomly appropriate timings like Hao Qing or Kenneth or Marcus Chua. I'm just too low to sing a modern pop song. WHat scares me now is that if my octave really is that low, I'm right now only useful for Opera, Honkeytonk and 50's Souls. Which creeps me out imagining how I'd look like performing them respectively.
Soon, it was time for dancing lessons. Was told not to share too much, so I'll try to keep it simple. I didn't have a role in the upcoming musical the Believers were setting up, so I went to the back of the class to watch, which for a few seconds made me feel like Mumble from the movie Happy Feet. I then watched as the rest of the guys were figuring out ways to blend the dance steps together wit the music, which in the end they found out how.
We then had a little 'derief' on what would be covered next week and the events to come for the group. We closed in player, and were dismissed, shortly told to come back to celebrate the birthday of one of the seniors. Ice-cream cake never felt so hard, but the cookies-and-cream flavour worked well enough.
I went off with Tim to Bugis MRT Station and had a small conversation about PLH/Believers/School affairs before leaving our separate ways (of the Green East-West Line). I took a train to Somerset and was about to get a 700 home when my parents called to say that the family was going to eat out at Orchard for dinner, so I took a bus to Borders and went to Isetan's Food Republic to help get a table for them.
When we all met up, we bought some stuff to eat (ghah! Their Fried Kway Teow is spicy!) and had supper at the Toast Box, later dropping by some digital product shops to look atround. (I thought I heard my Dad saying he intends to buy a Play Station 3. Oh no - I don't know how to play...)The ladies then went down to buy a watch, and we all left for the car in Dad's office to go home.
On the drive back, while Morriel was playing some of Choppy's Japanese Pop songs, I was telling the rest of the car about my day with the Believers. They then each also shared their encounters with their own choir lives - Mom had traumatising momments with the nuns at her old school and their methods in ensureing the right pitch, while Choppy had faint memories of Mr. Chew back in Nanyang and also of her solo which she performed live on a National Day about a decade ago.
After the drive, we went back home to empty out and relax for the week ahead. Well, to sumarise what I felt about PLH today, I was slightly alarmed on how much we touched on the Laws in the Bible. We now live in the New Testament, and as such we should be following the Grace, not the Law, of Christ. Wasn't that the reason why he died on the cross in the first place? To pay the price we all owed the Law so we could all be worthy to enter God's precense, and through so we could recieve His eternal love?
But that was just one day. I'll come again next week and see if the same thing happens. But for now, I'm still satisfied that I've not only found brothers and sisters to worship God with, but also that I've found another method of praising His name and spreading the Good News!
Well, that's about it. God bless y'all, and g'dnite!!!
Monday, July 9, 2007
The Violin family...
Let's try to make this post shorter this time. How 'bout making spoofs again? Hmm, I think I've got something. See if you know which song I'm spoofing...
Story of my life
'fore I met the Light
What will this avoiding be
Sorrow, leave my soul
Cause I need to join
Prefectorial company
Duty now more sian
Since I must speak enough
For morning call to make it through
I sat around with Tim
Because I'm Assemblin'
And to him my voice can't be true
and I know that he knows I'm Bass 3 too
and it kills him inside
to know that Prefect camp's gonna have one more try
I can see him sighing
I don't wanna loose Hist anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every classmate walked out the door
I see Kavita teaching more in pride
I don't mind Ms. Yeo saying more,
"I don't wanna take away earth's life
I don't wanna be...a murderer"
Zeng Rong fell off his chair
As I'm trying to stare
At eco-mindmaps we all made
Mr. Tan gave a freak
He teared reluctantly
as he stared at my workbook's fate
They said he spent too long
Just lagging mathy terms
A lie they didn't have to tell
Because we all know
that art was 10 to go
and we know it very well
cause I know Art 'cher saw I took control
of the colours inside
to know that Justin's happy to splash other guys
I can't see him trying
I don't mind to do this feedback form
I don't mind to be promoted guy
Once I've done, I walk out the door
I see Mr. Ang very 'morse inside
We don't wanna hurt him anymore
I just wanna 'take away' this lunch
I don't wanna break...embargo list
Prata
Fried stuff
I might as well take a bun and put it through my head
Get it over with
I think I might puke this
Even more (even more)
I had never done the talk before
I had never shared my reason why
Me before I walked towards the Door
And how I died but Christ made me alive
But it still just hurts him not to know
When to go and make anew his life
Conversation with...a sufferer (a sufferer)
No no no no
Yeah eah eah...
Answer Key: Unfaithful
Story of my life
'fore I met the Light
What will this avoiding be
Sorrow, leave my soul
Cause I need to join
Prefectorial company
Duty now more sian
Since I must speak enough
For morning call to make it through
I sat around with Tim
Because I'm Assemblin'
And to him my voice can't be true
and I know that he knows I'm Bass 3 too
and it kills him inside
to know that Prefect camp's gonna have one more try
I can see him sighing
I don't wanna loose Hist anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every classmate walked out the door
I see Kavita teaching more in pride
I don't mind Ms. Yeo saying more,
"I don't wanna take away earth's life
I don't wanna be...a murderer"
Zeng Rong fell off his chair
As I'm trying to stare
At eco-mindmaps we all made
Mr. Tan gave a freak
He teared reluctantly
as he stared at my workbook's fate
They said he spent too long
Just lagging mathy terms
A lie they didn't have to tell
Because we all know
that art was 10 to go
and we know it very well
cause I know Art 'cher saw I took control
of the colours inside
to know that Justin's happy to splash other guys
I can't see him trying
I don't mind to do this feedback form
I don't mind to be promoted guy
Once I've done, I walk out the door
I see Mr. Ang very 'morse inside
We don't wanna hurt him anymore
I just wanna 'take away' this lunch
I don't wanna break...embargo list
Prata
Fried stuff
I might as well take a bun and put it through my head
Get it over with
I think I might puke this
Even more (even more)
I had never done the talk before
I had never shared my reason why
Me before I walked towards the Door
And how I died but Christ made me alive
But it still just hurts him not to know
When to go and make anew his life
Conversation with...a sufferer (a sufferer)
No no no no
Yeah eah eah...
Answer Key: Unfaithful
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Just keep walking...
"...ummmuhum....luhummumumm....hummuuumuumuaI'm up! I'm up!"
I think that's what I ended up saying when I finally arose for real this morning while my maid was hassling me to wake up. Checked my watch, and it was already 6.17 a.m.. Well, a good reason for oversleeping this time was that in the last few minutes of my sleep, I was dreaming of myself waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room so much so until I couldn't tell the difference if I was dreaming or if my maid had just almost succeeded in waking me up.
I quickly rushed out of the room to make my breakfast, then went to my room to finalise my bag and make sure my rough plan for the debate (that was supposedly) today was somewhere in there ready to make its way to the school. After that, I changed into my uniform and glided back to the dining room to eat my meal. For your information, this is the first time in almost half a decade for me to change into my school uniform before eating my breakfast. But I guess I had no choice - time (and my dream) wasn't on my side this morning.
All finished, I brushed my teeth and went out the door, followed by my Mom who unlocked the car split seconds before I reached it, giving me an uninterupted run. Once we were both inside, Mom took out the Ancient of Days CD from her handbag and inserted it into the CD player before driving off for her usual routine in sending me to school.
During the ride, I rose the volume by a bit when the player reached the song Ancient of Days by Ron Kenoly. A really nice song which depicts every trusting Christian's freedom through Christ somewhat better than Mourning into Dancing. 'Every tongue in heaven and earth shall declare Your glory! Every knee shall bow at Your throne in worship!...' Man, soul Christian music is good for the Christian soul indeed. But by the time the song was coming to an end, I was nearby the school and so told Mom to drop me off 'behind' (refering to 'behind the school').
Once dropped off, I made my way up to my classroom where I found the usual guys who are usually early at this usual time of the day doing their usual stuff. Walked to my desk, placed down a few items and softly walked around the classroom with my draft of my speech for the debate in my hands, trying to revise the lines in my head without uttering a word that may interfier with the present game.
I guess when it comes to situations like this, I should just step back and not up.
When it was time to go for Assembly, we all went out of the class and divided into respective clusters while walking towards the Parade Square. While escorting my class to the area, Toj highlighted to me that he'd appreciate it if the people who came to my Birthday party paid him/Tim/JKit $3 after they sponsered $10 each for the LAN centre. Reasonable, I guess.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks and headed towards the classrooms again for duty, of which Toj thought was because I wanted to get the money straight away. Once at the same ol' duty spot (Red Level Classrooms), the atmosphere starts to turn more 'philosophical' in a way. The school never feels as peaceful as this at any other time of the day. Seriously. Once they finish with the National Anthem and Pledge, it's as... quiet... as it get's around here.
After chatting with Jai about Jack Black, rugby, rock songs, spoof videos and Australia's failure to cencor vougarities in a particular PG (as Singapore might have rated it) movie, the students were seen rushing in from the distance, and the peace was at an end. Nice while it lasted, but we headed back to 2.10, of which JKit ran past us to unlock the door. Settling back in the classroom, I was also approached by Tim about today's (supposed) debate, and what points we were going to use. I told him what I wanted as my share, and he agreed, although he pointed out that I took the harder parts. Ah, well. First Speaker needs to speak the most, apparently.
The class then settled a few administrations with Mr. Tay and Mdm. Rani, followed by Maths where Mr. Tan was explaining to us more about the terms of quardratic equations. He also commented about how he felt Mr. Tay's mindset of constant changing of our table arrangement actually makes sense. When we told him it was to help us 'foster class unity', he snapped back that it was just 'rubbish!'.
Next was History, where we learnt a bit more about Ecconomic History. At least I get to learn a bit more on what my Dad's involved in I guess. Or is he involved in something else? This is sad - up till now, I still don't understand what my Dad's occupation is, even thought I know his workplace, his colleagues and the projects he get involved in.
CL'B' was a slight fright. For one thing, Mdm. tested us on oral, and I didn't know how to explain the four main things I did during the holidays (Birthday, training, filming, competition) without asking the Justinicionary about a definition every 5 seconds or so. I was so thankful when it was all over and done with. And whenever another friend is up at the front trying to go through his turn, I can do nothing but pay attention to the fella, trying to show in my eyes that I supported them, and yet trying to hide the other view of my eyes that highlighted I couldn't help them if they needed help in their vocabulary.
And after that, we were reading through the textbook again, and I was not sure what precisely was going on with the other students racketing around in their onwn way. They were literally a big obstacle between me and my eagerness to learn my mother tongue. And what dissapoints me more is that... Justin tries his best to join in their gag. Every 5 minutes, he'd ask if we could go for Recess already along with some made-up excuses, and everytime I kept telling my annoyed half that he didn't mean to delay my education of the language.
Once the lesson was over, I went back up to the class (along with Kirby's and JKit's books) and waited at the corridoor for the Chinese guys to finish so I could enter. When they were done, a great portion of them ran out of the door. I knew why - it was Fried Food Day. But unfortunately, I couldn't join them. Mr. See already specified a FULL Embargo. A sacrifice I'll just have to endure for another couple of weeks, I guess...
Placed the books down at their respective tables, then walked down to buy one of the only items that doesn't break the embargo. Baos (Chinese for 'buns'). I bought three tao sar baos ('red bean-flavoured buns') and walked towards the table with Joel, JKit and Kirby present at. I had a seat (that was forced my way, but nevermind...) and ate with them, later to go to the Oasis shop to buy a bottle of the usual Ice Mountain before heading up back to class.
Back in class, I looked through my debate notes another time, halfway I was informed that a particular piece of information was 'accountably inacurate in a way, but nevertheless correctable'. Let's just see what happens...
After Recess was P Sci, where Ms. Ho re-explained to us about the criteria of our 'show-and-tell' presentation, and also how light works in our eyeballs. I knew light goes through the iris and enters the eye through the pupil to display an image at the nerve at the back of the eyeball to display to the brain, but it never really dawn into me that the eyeball was actually hollow. Something new to learn about my anatomy.
We then had Music, where Mr. Lee announced that we were going to do a music group performance for our Term 3 assignment. To simplify the rules, we were allowed to sing, play or dance to any pop songs we could get our hands (or ears/mouth) on.When he told the class to stand so as to prepare to form groups of 4, I felt myself being grabbed at by multiple arms within the blink of an eye. It was something like Neo after just being deleted from the Matrix, all covered in cables, just that I had no cable going for my neck. Thankfully, Mr. Lee told whoever those arms came from (I was standing at the front row, so the arms came from the back, and I couldn't see where exactly they were from) to stand down and relax, to which the hands slowly released and slithered back to where they came from.
Relieved, I stood still for Sir's command to move to the groups, of which the original plan was that I would just stand still and wait for the first tap on the shoulder, but after feeling all those hands, I thought it was better if I moved to the back first. But when Sir said the phrase 'go', I was clinged onto shoulders down onwards by a cluster of people, accompanied with voices demanding against each other like, "Let go, he's mine!" or, "No, I booked him first! Back off!" but soon and finally, "Hey, let go and let him decide for himself lah!"
(Thanks Tim)
I creeped my way off the back of the platform and went to the edge of the Music Technological Room (or what was the room's name?). A few people followed, and Kirby sugested we flip a dice. (What happened to the coin?) Tim then exclaimed that I made my own choice, displaying to me that I had three choices: 1) His group, whic had himself, Joel and JKit, 2) Kirby's group, which had himself, Matt Ch'ng and ZWei, and 3) Shil's group, which was right behind me, so I wasn't able to see who was part of it.
To cut the arguments short, I ended up with Tim's group (at my own will, let me stress) and so we sarted discussing on what we should do for the performance. We also played around with one of the keyboards in the room (Joel either tried to play Bolevard of Broken Dreams or River, Tim played the Phantom of the Opera, and JKit played a piece from his exam pieces, along with pushing the 'DJ' button on the keyboard at rando momments. When it comes to playing instruments, I just feel so left out...).
Once the lesson was over, which it actually wasn't but just that Sir dismissed us 5 minutes earlier, we all walked back to class, at te ending part of the journey Tim telling me that I should try singing. Me? Singing? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*sigh* I understand that Mr. See might have been in the chior before, but I doubt a base like me would fit to singing that well. And yet again, I sometimes remind myself how I miss the good times when singing any song of my choice was easier. Sad, sad, sad.
Once the extra 5 minutes was used up, we went to the Chapel CPA for EP. Today was just the introduction day, so we didn't really start on anything yet. But it was nice to see what I'll be going through for the next sememster (Billards was a good choice!).
The school hours end off with Lang Arts 'A', of which Mdm. Kavita wanted us to break into our old literature groups to discuss about Extract #1 and #3. Seeing my group (Joel, Shil, Raam, Koon Min, me), I never knew they'd be so serious, which is a good thing for a time like that, but I was just... surprised. Nevertheless, I did whatever I could to provide the group with discussion pointers.
We ended off later than 2.40pm (which is the usual ending school hours for Years 1-4, but Mdm. Kavita tends to drag it a little), and as the minutes ticked off bit by bit, Tim gave a sigh for every action he saw that was delaying his departure, along with Niranjan's nervousness in biting his pen (or was it his finger? I couldn't see from where I was seated) and with me grining calmy (on the outside) as I watched Mdm. drag along. Tim tried to notify her that we had to go a debate, but it apparently failed and dragged a little longer with her trying to explain to him that she was just about to dismiss us all.
Once the wait was finally over, I rushed out of the classroom to place my files into my locker in slight preparation ahead of Tim and Niranjan, but apparently a bit too early as they were still packing while I was there. After waiting for each other, we went together as a team to the class of 6.1 for the debate, praying hard that it would just be gotten over with today.
TO OUR DISMAY, we waited there for another 1o mintues with no one else present. Assuming that it was cancelled/postponed/greatlydelayedbyamonthorso, we grabbed our bags and left the scene for the SAC to eat lunch. I bought a bowl of wanton noodles and sat down with the guys (Tim, JKit and Kirb) to eat. While I was eating, they went along in their conversations.
At one point, they also got to a point on how I'd swear. Kirby claimed he heard me say 'shit' and 'crap' before, and Tim supported him as witness. With two witnesses, stating that I was innnocence was of no use even if I really am innocent, but if I really did say those words, I guess I'd better watch my mouth. I don't detest against vougarities because of goody-two-shoeyness. It's more because of my honour for God.
The way I see it, vaugarities are insultive words said in hope that they'd act as a pain-reliever for a particular scenario which is of disadvantaging to the announcer. And ussually, it works as it levels themselves/the insulted company down to the dust of the scenario itself, making them feel atoned to the situation. I'd rather just trust verses in the Bible that promise that whatever happens, good or disasterous, God is in perfect control as long as I allow Him to (God's a leagal God; He can only work through you if you alllow and believe Him to).
Trust the wisdom of Christ, than the words of the world.
Slurping down another chopstick-scoop of noodles, I then watched as Tim and Kirby arm-wrestled each other. The intensity. I twiched a little as I watched them battle it out for the stonger person. I guess it's been a long time since I arm-wrestled someone. Do I miss the feeling? I don't know, but I just watched in slight eagerness to participate, yet holding it back ecause I knew Tim and Kirb were settling buisness.
Not sure if JKit noticed how I was watching them, but he soon wanted to chalendge me in arm-wrestling. Still using my right arm to feed myself soup from my bowl with a spoon, and still watching Tim and Kirby, I took JKit down with my left hand. It felt rather odd, so I asked if he was really putting his full-strength. He just laid down on the table and muttered a few words. Praise the Lord for my strength, even if there are others out there stronger than I am.
When Tim left to buy a cup of bubble tea, I decided it was better if I left at that point of time, since I wasn't really able to participate in their conversation. I slung on my bag and was getting ready to leave. JKit and Kirb, who were watching me, asked why I was leaving so soon, and I told them that I might as well just get on with the tution I cancelled today for the 'debate'.
They then started telling each other that if they joined forces, they could hold me back down for a little longer. The little urge to arm-wrestle them came out, and I found myself chalendging Kirby into an arm-wrestle; if he wins, I'll stay until they leave. He slowly shook his head and told me that I've just gone through Dragonboating so he wasn't going to take his chances.
I didn't know what they needed me for for that period of time, but I decided to just stay a little longer, "until Tim comes back from his bubble tea." The both of them started yelling at Tim not to come any closer and take his time at the drink stall. I giggled at the sight, but then rested at my seat with my bags on standby.
When Tim finally came back from buying his drink, they both elaborated at large for Tim to stop before he arrived at the table, which he eventually stopped at, so I stood up and was about to leave, when somehow I was being convinced that debate would not be next week so I would still be able to do a make-up lesson next week, theus I could just stay a litle longer for today.
To cut the story shorter, we found out a few minutes later that the debate was going to next week. And thankfully, the guys were leaving at around this time, so I didn't look like I was leaving on my own accord. Took the same ol' bus route back home with Kirby and rushed up to the house to get my tution homework and get changed and get some change (to pay for the tickets I bought from Roxanne) and to eat a little (I was apparently hungry still).
I walked my way through the condominium to Auntie Kamhar's appartment and rung the doorbell. Auntie Kamhar answered the door, and I explained to her the situation and what I was doing at her front door when I was suppose to be somewhere at school finishing off a point-of-information rebutt. She somewhat understood me, and told me that if I had any questions I'd like her to explain to me, I could use the next 1 1/2 hours to study with her and take it as our lesson for this week.
Thankful for her generosity, I come into her house and sat at the living room, asking her a few concepts about quardratic equations I felt I needed explaination on. I also got to ask her about complex numbers! (Haha, looks likes I've got multi-sources too!) Once done with a whole lot of well-worth clarifications here and there, I said goodbye and went to Rox's house to pay her the $30 for my/Shil's(Noel's)/JohnLim's tickets, then headed back home for this.
Once back, I listened to a sermon about Fresh Starts, and it was about the book of Ruth and how it explains about Fresh Starts. This sermon was really good, so I think I'll share about it A.S.A.P I find a good and sub-empty post to blog into.
Well, now I've got some work to do, and a few songs to transfer into my MP3 [once again, thans Tim :)] Zephaniah 3:15b!!! God bless y'all!!!!
I think that's what I ended up saying when I finally arose for real this morning while my maid was hassling me to wake up. Checked my watch, and it was already 6.17 a.m.. Well, a good reason for oversleeping this time was that in the last few minutes of my sleep, I was dreaming of myself waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room, then suddenly waking up to find my maid in my room so much so until I couldn't tell the difference if I was dreaming or if my maid had just almost succeeded in waking me up.
I quickly rushed out of the room to make my breakfast, then went to my room to finalise my bag and make sure my rough plan for the debate (that was supposedly) today was somewhere in there ready to make its way to the school. After that, I changed into my uniform and glided back to the dining room to eat my meal. For your information, this is the first time in almost half a decade for me to change into my school uniform before eating my breakfast. But I guess I had no choice - time (and my dream) wasn't on my side this morning.
All finished, I brushed my teeth and went out the door, followed by my Mom who unlocked the car split seconds before I reached it, giving me an uninterupted run. Once we were both inside, Mom took out the Ancient of Days CD from her handbag and inserted it into the CD player before driving off for her usual routine in sending me to school.
During the ride, I rose the volume by a bit when the player reached the song Ancient of Days by Ron Kenoly. A really nice song which depicts every trusting Christian's freedom through Christ somewhat better than Mourning into Dancing. 'Every tongue in heaven and earth shall declare Your glory! Every knee shall bow at Your throne in worship!...' Man, soul Christian music is good for the Christian soul indeed. But by the time the song was coming to an end, I was nearby the school and so told Mom to drop me off 'behind' (refering to 'behind the school').
Once dropped off, I made my way up to my classroom where I found the usual guys who are usually early at this usual time of the day doing their usual stuff. Walked to my desk, placed down a few items and softly walked around the classroom with my draft of my speech for the debate in my hands, trying to revise the lines in my head without uttering a word that may interfier with the present game.
I guess when it comes to situations like this, I should just step back and not up.
When it was time to go for Assembly, we all went out of the class and divided into respective clusters while walking towards the Parade Square. While escorting my class to the area, Toj highlighted to me that he'd appreciate it if the people who came to my Birthday party paid him/Tim/JKit $3 after they sponsered $10 each for the LAN centre. Reasonable, I guess.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks and headed towards the classrooms again for duty, of which Toj thought was because I wanted to get the money straight away. Once at the same ol' duty spot (Red Level Classrooms), the atmosphere starts to turn more 'philosophical' in a way. The school never feels as peaceful as this at any other time of the day. Seriously. Once they finish with the National Anthem and Pledge, it's as... quiet... as it get's around here.
After chatting with Jai about Jack Black, rugby, rock songs, spoof videos and Australia's failure to cencor vougarities in a particular PG (as Singapore might have rated it) movie, the students were seen rushing in from the distance, and the peace was at an end. Nice while it lasted, but we headed back to 2.10, of which JKit ran past us to unlock the door. Settling back in the classroom, I was also approached by Tim about today's (supposed) debate, and what points we were going to use. I told him what I wanted as my share, and he agreed, although he pointed out that I took the harder parts. Ah, well. First Speaker needs to speak the most, apparently.
The class then settled a few administrations with Mr. Tay and Mdm. Rani, followed by Maths where Mr. Tan was explaining to us more about the terms of quardratic equations. He also commented about how he felt Mr. Tay's mindset of constant changing of our table arrangement actually makes sense. When we told him it was to help us 'foster class unity', he snapped back that it was just 'rubbish!'.
Next was History, where we learnt a bit more about Ecconomic History. At least I get to learn a bit more on what my Dad's involved in I guess. Or is he involved in something else? This is sad - up till now, I still don't understand what my Dad's occupation is, even thought I know his workplace, his colleagues and the projects he get involved in.
CL'B' was a slight fright. For one thing, Mdm. tested us on oral, and I didn't know how to explain the four main things I did during the holidays (Birthday, training, filming, competition) without asking the Justinicionary about a definition every 5 seconds or so. I was so thankful when it was all over and done with. And whenever another friend is up at the front trying to go through his turn, I can do nothing but pay attention to the fella, trying to show in my eyes that I supported them, and yet trying to hide the other view of my eyes that highlighted I couldn't help them if they needed help in their vocabulary.
And after that, we were reading through the textbook again, and I was not sure what precisely was going on with the other students racketing around in their onwn way. They were literally a big obstacle between me and my eagerness to learn my mother tongue. And what dissapoints me more is that... Justin tries his best to join in their gag. Every 5 minutes, he'd ask if we could go for Recess already along with some made-up excuses, and everytime I kept telling my annoyed half that he didn't mean to delay my education of the language.
Once the lesson was over, I went back up to the class (along with Kirby's and JKit's books) and waited at the corridoor for the Chinese guys to finish so I could enter. When they were done, a great portion of them ran out of the door. I knew why - it was Fried Food Day. But unfortunately, I couldn't join them. Mr. See already specified a FULL Embargo. A sacrifice I'll just have to endure for another couple of weeks, I guess...
Placed the books down at their respective tables, then walked down to buy one of the only items that doesn't break the embargo. Baos (Chinese for 'buns'). I bought three tao sar baos ('red bean-flavoured buns') and walked towards the table with Joel, JKit and Kirby present at. I had a seat (that was forced my way, but nevermind...) and ate with them, later to go to the Oasis shop to buy a bottle of the usual Ice Mountain before heading up back to class.
Back in class, I looked through my debate notes another time, halfway I was informed that a particular piece of information was 'accountably inacurate in a way, but nevertheless correctable'. Let's just see what happens...
After Recess was P Sci, where Ms. Ho re-explained to us about the criteria of our 'show-and-tell' presentation, and also how light works in our eyeballs. I knew light goes through the iris and enters the eye through the pupil to display an image at the nerve at the back of the eyeball to display to the brain, but it never really dawn into me that the eyeball was actually hollow. Something new to learn about my anatomy.
We then had Music, where Mr. Lee announced that we were going to do a music group performance for our Term 3 assignment. To simplify the rules, we were allowed to sing, play or dance to any pop songs we could get our hands (or ears/mouth) on.When he told the class to stand so as to prepare to form groups of 4, I felt myself being grabbed at by multiple arms within the blink of an eye. It was something like Neo after just being deleted from the Matrix, all covered in cables, just that I had no cable going for my neck. Thankfully, Mr. Lee told whoever those arms came from (I was standing at the front row, so the arms came from the back, and I couldn't see where exactly they were from) to stand down and relax, to which the hands slowly released and slithered back to where they came from.
Relieved, I stood still for Sir's command to move to the groups, of which the original plan was that I would just stand still and wait for the first tap on the shoulder, but after feeling all those hands, I thought it was better if I moved to the back first. But when Sir said the phrase 'go', I was clinged onto shoulders down onwards by a cluster of people, accompanied with voices demanding against each other like, "Let go, he's mine!" or, "No, I booked him first! Back off!" but soon and finally, "Hey, let go and let him decide for himself lah!"
(Thanks Tim)
I creeped my way off the back of the platform and went to the edge of the Music Technological Room (or what was the room's name?). A few people followed, and Kirby sugested we flip a dice. (What happened to the coin?) Tim then exclaimed that I made my own choice, displaying to me that I had three choices: 1) His group, whic had himself, Joel and JKit, 2) Kirby's group, which had himself, Matt Ch'ng and ZWei, and 3) Shil's group, which was right behind me, so I wasn't able to see who was part of it.
To cut the arguments short, I ended up with Tim's group (at my own will, let me stress) and so we sarted discussing on what we should do for the performance. We also played around with one of the keyboards in the room (Joel either tried to play Bolevard of Broken Dreams or River, Tim played the Phantom of the Opera, and JKit played a piece from his exam pieces, along with pushing the 'DJ' button on the keyboard at rando momments. When it comes to playing instruments, I just feel so left out...).
Once the lesson was over, which it actually wasn't but just that Sir dismissed us 5 minutes earlier, we all walked back to class, at te ending part of the journey Tim telling me that I should try singing. Me? Singing? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*sigh* I understand that Mr. See might have been in the chior before, but I doubt a base like me would fit to singing that well. And yet again, I sometimes remind myself how I miss the good times when singing any song of my choice was easier. Sad, sad, sad.
Once the extra 5 minutes was used up, we went to the Chapel CPA for EP. Today was just the introduction day, so we didn't really start on anything yet. But it was nice to see what I'll be going through for the next sememster (Billards was a good choice!).
The school hours end off with Lang Arts 'A', of which Mdm. Kavita wanted us to break into our old literature groups to discuss about Extract #1 and #3. Seeing my group (Joel, Shil, Raam, Koon Min, me), I never knew they'd be so serious, which is a good thing for a time like that, but I was just... surprised. Nevertheless, I did whatever I could to provide the group with discussion pointers.
We ended off later than 2.40pm (which is the usual ending school hours for Years 1-4, but Mdm. Kavita tends to drag it a little), and as the minutes ticked off bit by bit, Tim gave a sigh for every action he saw that was delaying his departure, along with Niranjan's nervousness in biting his pen (or was it his finger? I couldn't see from where I was seated) and with me grining calmy (on the outside) as I watched Mdm. drag along. Tim tried to notify her that we had to go a debate, but it apparently failed and dragged a little longer with her trying to explain to him that she was just about to dismiss us all.
Once the wait was finally over, I rushed out of the classroom to place my files into my locker in slight preparation ahead of Tim and Niranjan, but apparently a bit too early as they were still packing while I was there. After waiting for each other, we went together as a team to the class of 6.1 for the debate, praying hard that it would just be gotten over with today.
TO OUR DISMAY, we waited there for another 1o mintues with no one else present. Assuming that it was cancelled/postponed/greatlydelayedbyamonthorso, we grabbed our bags and left the scene for the SAC to eat lunch. I bought a bowl of wanton noodles and sat down with the guys (Tim, JKit and Kirb) to eat. While I was eating, they went along in their conversations.
At one point, they also got to a point on how I'd swear. Kirby claimed he heard me say 'shit' and 'crap' before, and Tim supported him as witness. With two witnesses, stating that I was innnocence was of no use even if I really am innocent, but if I really did say those words, I guess I'd better watch my mouth. I don't detest against vougarities because of goody-two-shoeyness. It's more because of my honour for God.
The way I see it, vaugarities are insultive words said in hope that they'd act as a pain-reliever for a particular scenario which is of disadvantaging to the announcer. And ussually, it works as it levels themselves/the insulted company down to the dust of the scenario itself, making them feel atoned to the situation. I'd rather just trust verses in the Bible that promise that whatever happens, good or disasterous, God is in perfect control as long as I allow Him to (God's a leagal God; He can only work through you if you alllow and believe Him to).
Trust the wisdom of Christ, than the words of the world.
Slurping down another chopstick-scoop of noodles, I then watched as Tim and Kirby arm-wrestled each other. The intensity. I twiched a little as I watched them battle it out for the stonger person. I guess it's been a long time since I arm-wrestled someone. Do I miss the feeling? I don't know, but I just watched in slight eagerness to participate, yet holding it back ecause I knew Tim and Kirb were settling buisness.
Not sure if JKit noticed how I was watching them, but he soon wanted to chalendge me in arm-wrestling. Still using my right arm to feed myself soup from my bowl with a spoon, and still watching Tim and Kirby, I took JKit down with my left hand. It felt rather odd, so I asked if he was really putting his full-strength. He just laid down on the table and muttered a few words. Praise the Lord for my strength, even if there are others out there stronger than I am.
When Tim left to buy a cup of bubble tea, I decided it was better if I left at that point of time, since I wasn't really able to participate in their conversation. I slung on my bag and was getting ready to leave. JKit and Kirb, who were watching me, asked why I was leaving so soon, and I told them that I might as well just get on with the tution I cancelled today for the 'debate'.
They then started telling each other that if they joined forces, they could hold me back down for a little longer. The little urge to arm-wrestle them came out, and I found myself chalendging Kirby into an arm-wrestle; if he wins, I'll stay until they leave. He slowly shook his head and told me that I've just gone through Dragonboating so he wasn't going to take his chances.
I didn't know what they needed me for for that period of time, but I decided to just stay a little longer, "until Tim comes back from his bubble tea." The both of them started yelling at Tim not to come any closer and take his time at the drink stall. I giggled at the sight, but then rested at my seat with my bags on standby.
When Tim finally came back from buying his drink, they both elaborated at large for Tim to stop before he arrived at the table, which he eventually stopped at, so I stood up and was about to leave, when somehow I was being convinced that debate would not be next week so I would still be able to do a make-up lesson next week, theus I could just stay a litle longer for today.
To cut the story shorter, we found out a few minutes later that the debate was going to next week. And thankfully, the guys were leaving at around this time, so I didn't look like I was leaving on my own accord. Took the same ol' bus route back home with Kirby and rushed up to the house to get my tution homework and get changed and get some change (to pay for the tickets I bought from Roxanne) and to eat a little (I was apparently hungry still).
I walked my way through the condominium to Auntie Kamhar's appartment and rung the doorbell. Auntie Kamhar answered the door, and I explained to her the situation and what I was doing at her front door when I was suppose to be somewhere at school finishing off a point-of-information rebutt. She somewhat understood me, and told me that if I had any questions I'd like her to explain to me, I could use the next 1 1/2 hours to study with her and take it as our lesson for this week.
Thankful for her generosity, I come into her house and sat at the living room, asking her a few concepts about quardratic equations I felt I needed explaination on. I also got to ask her about complex numbers! (Haha, looks likes I've got multi-sources too!) Once done with a whole lot of well-worth clarifications here and there, I said goodbye and went to Rox's house to pay her the $30 for my/Shil's(Noel's)/JohnLim's tickets, then headed back home for this.
Once back, I listened to a sermon about Fresh Starts, and it was about the book of Ruth and how it explains about Fresh Starts. This sermon was really good, so I think I'll share about it A.S.A.P I find a good and sub-empty post to blog into.
Well, now I've got some work to do, and a few songs to transfer into my MP3 [once again, thans Tim :)] Zephaniah 3:15b!!! God bless y'all!!!!
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