Earlier this afternoon I heard terrible news, which for now I shall not mention. The things happening right in our midst and we are oh-so-unaware. Worse still is the fact that to many it doesn't raise a concern.
Sigh...
Even worse for him, having it involve his own family and his sister whom he loves. It must really tear him apart...
Later into the evening I took some time to sit down with my parents and discuss stuff of late. Heard more of their own journeys that led up to they decision, heard more of the terrible things we are oblivious to.
To contest over certain things would require a ton of reading to be fair to the other party, which honestly after all the "fruits" I've seen I can't bring myself to do. So much of it if spoken out will just be covered up and end up a "your words versus mine" kind of argument. Which would also just result in me ending up like all those who are not with him, ridiculed, mocked and made a joke of over the pulpit. It has sickened me long enough.
The generations need each other
What wisdom, what guidance, how much knowledge can be passed on from one generation to another, how much more would we have learnt. So much is not new, so much the world has already seen, but not us...
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Turn and repent
Saturday was a really long day, went to St Andrew's with my family for some talk by Prof Alister McGrathon the "New Atheism". Was more of a response to points brought up by books that have become popular in recent years such as "The God Delusion". He gave a very fair discussion of the arguments of both sides, even putting down points Christians would rather be promoted.
After service had dinner with Ivan at around sixth avenue and discussed about some major stuff. After we were done with dinner the discussion carried on over at rail mall wayy into the morning, by the time we were done it was like 3+am. So much has been going on and most are simply unaware. After everything I decided to do something I learnt from my parents. Check up on the people, sometimes you find out how much shit is swept under the carpet.
"No longer is holiness and devouring the Word the primary means of developing a prophetic character. No, you just guess whatever pops into your head after tuning yourself into “the” prophetic. This is no different than the New Age approach to the Force, or Stream of Consciousness. It ultimately sidesteps true propheticness and creates prophecy slot machines."
"Playing guessing games with the souls and minds of men and women should be a frightening and sobering proposition for us and is serious business to God. This makes me think back to Jeremiah 23:16 where the Lord said that these kinds of prophets “speak visions from their own minds and not from the mouth of the Lord.” In other words, they just guess or shoot out whatever they think is fitting or “might be” from God."
"It’s an unsure thing to guess. To guess presupposes doubt. Just because guessing sometimes proves right doesn’t give us any luxury to indulge in it when prophesying to an open heart. Doubt is all the more incentive to keep silent until God makes something sure. Oswald Chambers says, “When in doubt, don’t!” I agree, and so does Paul the apostle. That’s why he said what he said in Romans 14:23."
"Romans 12:6 in my NIV reads, “We have different gifts according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith.” I looked at 4 different translations and they all say the same thing, in essence. The basic idea of this particular verse is that the one prophesying should not go any further than the boundry of his faith, i.e. if it hasn’t been made sure in his inner man that he is to issue a word, then he is to go no further than the faith that is given."
"When you begin to open your mouth and speak things in a prophetic fashion, yet you are not absolutely convinced of its origins as proceeding from God, you numb your discernement so that the next time its easier to say what is not of God, then its easier after that and so on, and so on until you finally cannot distinguish the difference between your soulish nature and God."
I could go on forever, it's been hours and in a short while the sun will be rising again. Not tired in the slightest, inside me just burns, burns, burns...
How did I actually stay on a year through this? Thank God for His grace that I did not yield...
Should have done this ages ago. People are just blindly going with the flow oblivious to what has been happening. Does anyone have any idea what happened to the adults? How many left? How all but one of the entire equipping team, that trained people in the Word of God, (ACE and all) left? Last night Ivan said surely people had made noise about it, surely someone spoke up if things were going out of line. I know many did, but as i thought about it, what happened to the youth? Some said they felt uncomfortable with it as it started and all, but how many of us prayed, searched, meditated? I mean us leaders. What was the lamp unto our feet and the light unto our path?
Oh Lord, forgive me for being too polite for too long, it's high time to flee from this place and for the sake of those I love, I shall not go quietly...
After service had dinner with Ivan at around sixth avenue and discussed about some major stuff. After we were done with dinner the discussion carried on over at rail mall wayy into the morning, by the time we were done it was like 3+am. So much has been going on and most are simply unaware. After everything I decided to do something I learnt from my parents. Check up on the people, sometimes you find out how much shit is swept under the carpet.
Testimonies from people:
"Thanks so much for your efforts on this web site, I appreciate it more than you know!
I am in absolute agreement with you regarding the entire Lakeland/TB debacle. Simply put, it is demonic. I was into the new-age practices in the late 60’s-early 70’s, even though I believed scripture…I was not born again. I wrote my testimony after seeing Lakeland and put it on http://www.sapphirethrone.com .(my life was very affected by kundalini experiences) I wrote the following because I just found some information that shows how TB’s “opening of portals” that was announced during his “commission” is not in any way original or unique to him, it is a practice that has been used by high level occult practitioners.
Since Rick Joyner and Bill Johnson are both caught up in the realm of deceiving spirits, they can only reinforce TB’s behavior.TB’s declaration of “opening up the stargate portals to the third heaven” has absolutely nothing to do with God or His heavenly realms…it is based on previous declarations by high level occultist. His “angel” connections are not God’s angels, they are familiar spirits and demonic forces. What he does and declares is UTTERLY SATANIC…not “just a little eccentric.” The opening up of these “portals” that TB is engaged in is activated by his own soul power/soul energy called kundalini in Hinduism. There is a lot on the web about it as it is practiced by those in the occult/new age. This web site covers it quite well: newchristian.org.uk/kundalini.html It gives a list of some the symptoms.
Another good article that sheds some real light on TB’s “anointing” is by Mishel at deceptionbytes.com; Todd Bentley, The Fires of Kundalini, and the Demon Samael. Quite an eye opener.
My own experiences with this in the past was released through meditation, and opened up doors to the fallen spirit realm. As believers, we are meant to meditate on the Word of God, on His attributes, but are never supposed to leave our mind “blank” and receptive as Bill Johnson teaches in his “supernatural training.” He and his wife are fascinated by the “mystical” and “mystical experiences.” In his book, “When Heaven Invades Earth,” he has artfully twisted the definition of what an “anointing” is, the character and nature of the Holy Spirit, and the very attitude we are to have before a Holy God. His page titled “My Story-Glorious But Not Pleasant,” is a TEXTBOOK RENDITION of the kundalini awakening, replete with “unexplainable power began to pulsate through my body, seemingly just shy of electrocution.” He goes on to explain how it was like a thousand volts of electricity flowing through his body; his arms and legs shot out in silent explosions as if something was released through his hands and feet, and the more he tried to stop it, the worse it got. He declared that it was the most overwhelming experience of his life…”it was raw power…it was God.” (So sorry to say, Bill, it was not the God of the Bible, the Alpha and Omega.) None of this surprises me, as he states that “our hunger for Him in part must be seen in our lustful pursuit of spiritual gifts. That is His command!” I know exactly what my Bible says about spiritual gifts, but Bill sure can twist what is really said. This book is a sad commentary on why the church is in the state it is, as it promotes the attitude of a demanding, petulant child throwing a fit if it doesn’t get its “experience.”
I am afraid there are enough immature believers reading this nonsense that are ensnared in his humanistic sophistry, and they may very well be sincere about seeking the heart of God. But one of the NAR points of indoctrination is cleverly inserted in his page on Pursue an Encounter. He declares that if God is moving somewhere else other than where he lives, he must go! If someone else is being used by God more than him, he must humbly ask for prayer with the laying on of hands. “Some may ask, “Why can’t God touch me were I am?” “He can. But He usually moves in ways that emphasize our need for others, rather than adding to our independence. Wise men have always been willing to travel.”
When we add that bit of NAR indoctrination to the TB “highly contagious anointing,” we have quite a package of deception being spread through the church. We have controlling, manipulative “leaders” that are void of discernment, and are entrenched with false teaching promoting “angels” which are nothing more than familiar spirits… they teach occult, mystical techniques to the unaware who are opening themselves up to the realm of the occult, believing they are being “led by the Holy Spirit.” I have found that most of the people who are alarmed by this deception are believers who acknowledge the gifts of the spirit, and are used by God to bless others through various gifts. Those that discern love the Word, listen to the lead of the Spirit, pursue God HIS way…through humility, repentence, prayer and fasting, and a contrite heart; the elements of true revival.
Gal 2:20 I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me"
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"You want facts about the dangers involved in the NAR movement? Let me give you one from my own experience. A young woman that I know has been a fan of Bill Johnson and co and, having been brought up in the charasmatic movement, has always been hungry to experience the supernatural. As the prophetic and apostolic “ministries” of the NAR-oriented churches has spread into even the churches in my remote part of the world, it has resulted in fleshly utterings, supposedly in the name of God.
This young woman received a “word from the Lord”, specifically telling her that she would be in another country in December, 2008, enjoying studies at a prestigous Christian college, one that she desperately wanted to attend. You can imagine her joy at receiving this information directly from God, a loving promise from a kind Father who gave her exactly what she wanted.
Guess what? She’s still here in this remote part of the world, devastated that she is not where God told her she’d be. Before people criticise her gullibility, she was set up by a false system that encourages people to speak on behalf of God, as though speaking out in itself is a way of glorifying God, even if you get it wrong, because you are practicing to become a “better” prohet or apostle.
Some of her family still hangs on every word that Bill Johnson utters but that must hurt her, knowing that his ilk have been responsible for allowing what happened to her in the first place.
Bill Johnson. If you are a true leader of men, start reigning in your false teachers and repent of your waywardness. I know that it would take a big man to do that and I think that you’re locked into the machine now but please, prove me wrong, and lead your followers back to a biblically based, expensive grace, daily-dying-to-self type of sacrificial Christian living, characterised by Christ-likeness, holiness and Christian character. Have nothing to do with false signs and wonders and false prohecies. Please."
Quotations from places:"No longer is holiness and devouring the Word the primary means of developing a prophetic character. No, you just guess whatever pops into your head after tuning yourself into “the” prophetic. This is no different than the New Age approach to the Force, or Stream of Consciousness. It ultimately sidesteps true propheticness and creates prophecy slot machines."
"Playing guessing games with the souls and minds of men and women should be a frightening and sobering proposition for us and is serious business to God. This makes me think back to Jeremiah 23:16 where the Lord said that these kinds of prophets “speak visions from their own minds and not from the mouth of the Lord.” In other words, they just guess or shoot out whatever they think is fitting or “might be” from God."
"It’s an unsure thing to guess. To guess presupposes doubt. Just because guessing sometimes proves right doesn’t give us any luxury to indulge in it when prophesying to an open heart. Doubt is all the more incentive to keep silent until God makes something sure. Oswald Chambers says, “When in doubt, don’t!” I agree, and so does Paul the apostle. That’s why he said what he said in Romans 14:23."
"Romans 12:6 in my NIV reads, “We have different gifts according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith.” I looked at 4 different translations and they all say the same thing, in essence. The basic idea of this particular verse is that the one prophesying should not go any further than the boundry of his faith, i.e. if it hasn’t been made sure in his inner man that he is to issue a word, then he is to go no further than the faith that is given."
"When you begin to open your mouth and speak things in a prophetic fashion, yet you are not absolutely convinced of its origins as proceeding from God, you numb your discernement so that the next time its easier to say what is not of God, then its easier after that and so on, and so on until you finally cannot distinguish the difference between your soulish nature and God."
I could go on forever, it's been hours and in a short while the sun will be rising again. Not tired in the slightest, inside me just burns, burns, burns...
How did I actually stay on a year through this? Thank God for His grace that I did not yield...
Should have done this ages ago. People are just blindly going with the flow oblivious to what has been happening. Does anyone have any idea what happened to the adults? How many left? How all but one of the entire equipping team, that trained people in the Word of God, (ACE and all) left? Last night Ivan said surely people had made noise about it, surely someone spoke up if things were going out of line. I know many did, but as i thought about it, what happened to the youth? Some said they felt uncomfortable with it as it started and all, but how many of us prayed, searched, meditated? I mean us leaders. What was the lamp unto our feet and the light unto our path?
Oh Lord, forgive me for being too polite for too long, it's high time to flee from this place and for the sake of those I love, I shall not go quietly...
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Good news or bad news? News.
Caught up with Alina over lunch yesterday at PS. More questions, more sharing, more discussing; some things are just hard to explain, some things people will never understand.
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried
It's hard for others to understand when it's not typical. Maybe things aren't that bad, maybe things are worse than bad. But it surely is a perpetual discontentment, things can't change cause it's simply just out of my hands. For what it's worth I tried, I it gave a shot for months, but at best it was a slap in the face. Things can't change when this is what they want. Not even time helps; it neither heals nor softens nor washes away, its just numbs.
Give me something to remember...
Cause when I look back I don't see anything. It's not like they were merely not there. That would have been better. For most part they were the ones I had to fight against. Maybe if I was the eldest things would have been different. No mould to fit into, no comparisons and unsaid expectations, maybe I would have had the freedom to be who I am. But that's probably just wishful thinking, we're worlds apart...
When this is all over, I'm not sure I can bring myself to care...
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried
It's hard for others to understand when it's not typical. Maybe things aren't that bad, maybe things are worse than bad. But it surely is a perpetual discontentment, things can't change cause it's simply just out of my hands. For what it's worth I tried, I it gave a shot for months, but at best it was a slap in the face. Things can't change when this is what they want. Not even time helps; it neither heals nor softens nor washes away, its just numbs.
Give me something to remember...
Cause when I look back I don't see anything. It's not like they were merely not there. That would have been better. For most part they were the ones I had to fight against. Maybe if I was the eldest things would have been different. No mould to fit into, no comparisons and unsaid expectations, maybe I would have had the freedom to be who I am. But that's probably just wishful thinking, we're worlds apart...
When this is all over, I'm not sure I can bring myself to care...
***
Had dinner with Cheryl before she went for band practice today. Heard pretty unexpected things...
Will we all end up leaving?
Didn't know it was on the minds of others as well. Oldies who grew up here too. This place has changed so much, and part of me feels like this is just an empty place now. Will we all just go separate ways?
Good news or bad news? New-s
Can't really say if it's good or bad. But in time to come I guess it will be new-s. New chapters, new places, new paths for many of us...
Will we all end up leaving?
Didn't know it was on the minds of others as well. Oldies who grew up here too. This place has changed so much, and part of me feels like this is just an empty place now. Will we all just go separate ways?
Good news or bad news? New-s
Can't really say if it's good or bad. But in time to come I guess it will be new-s. New chapters, new places, new paths for many of us...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Let not these days just fly by...
Had lunch with rach yesterday and we went to Kuishin Bo (why there is a story in itself). Unfortunately I was off-form yesterday and didn't really eat that much, which might have be a good thing actually, otherwise our combined powers might have given fishermen great stress as they try to maintain the E = { BN - s(N)2 }- equation to prevent the overharvesting and hence extinction of the salmon species(!). Seems she liked the place and food, though perhaps it was a little overkill heh. Eating a little too much and realising a little too late = bad. Had no idea how to make her feel better, it is a terribad helpless feeling. Fortunately she was fine in the end!
Met Ivan and Pastor Charissa today to discuss details of the segment gathering. As we talked things started to shape up a little more and tied down what we needed to brainstorm for. A good start I guess, but it's still pretty early at this stage.
In other news, Miah said SMC is full, gotta find a job elsewhere =/
Met Ivan and Pastor Charissa today to discuss details of the segment gathering. As we talked things started to shape up a little more and tied down what we needed to brainstorm for. A good start I guess, but it's still pretty early at this stage.
In other news, Miah said SMC is full, gotta find a job elsewhere =/
Sunday, May 17, 2009
When two or three gather in my name...
Cell yesterday was pretty amazing. As is typical of my cell, we were extremely loud and rowdy during icebreakers, only this time Alina had to come over from next door cause we were overpowering-ly loud lol. But the time we started worship it was already like 5 (usually we try to end by 530). This time it was rather different. Usually I can only hear myself and Jamie heh. But not this time. I was thinking of whether I should close worship when Jamie told me to continue playing as she wanted to pray for the kids. She prayed for Celine first then when she went to pray for Cedric, Celine went to pray for Joscelyn. Then Joscelyn prayed for Celine. Then they prayed for Melissa. Then Joscelyn, Celine and Josh prayed for Cedric, later they prayed for Josh. In the end worship and prayer covered an hour and it was 6 by the time we were done. I see great potential in them, someday they'll be a big part of the lives of the people around them...
Small people, big heart, big God.
Small people, big heart, big God.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Seek first
After having the cheque from the "Safety Starts With Me" competition lying around for a couple of weeks, I finally got down to banking it in today. Headed down to Art Friend afterthat to take a look at stuff. It was pretty late into the afternoon already, I was hungry and also looking for a nice place to prepare for cell this week. At first I went to the Macs just next to Bras Basah Complex, I like the second storey there. Unfortunately it was full, so I made my way to Raffles Place and grabbed a bite at the food court there instead. Starbucks and all were packed, don't people work?? I mean, it is in the middle of the afternoon, what are people doing out of the office lol. In the end I settled down at TCC at Funan. Ordered a drink then fished out my bible, paper and writing materials.
Matthew 6:33 "But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you."
This the verse we'll be teaching at cell for the secondary ones this week.
Always better to look at the whole passage then just the verse in isolation. The verses leading to 33 can be summed up in saying
Do not be anxious about anything, for we have a God that provides.
From verse 32 we see that He knows our needs. From verses 25-30 we read of how He provides for the birds of the air and lilies of the field and are you not of more value than they? In verse 27 the classic question of and which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? The verse from Philippians comes to mind, Philippians 4:6 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication let your requests be known to God"
Seeking first His kingdom and His righteousness.
As a student, I can't but think of cell and service vs stay home and study when I think of this verse. I guess it's a very real thing, we see it sometimes in our own lives and also in those around us. During the exams visibly less people are around for cell and service. (Surprisingly last week even after all the exams there was still much fewer people around, to that Isaac joked that it's studying before and during, partying after) To say to seek first by coming for cell and service over studying might be very applicable to the sec 1's since they're all students, but that kinda limits and downplays it, I feel. It is probably one example, but to find something more encompassing, it would be
Making/keeping God as our priority.
If we know that God knows our needs and believe that He provides, should our lives suddenly revolve around exams/insert-relevant-alternative? Do we suddenly have more faith in a few hours of studying that our God who provides?
I recall a time years back when I learnt about this verse in cell, then learnt it in greater measure in the months to follow.
Second year of JC and the A level was to be the finale of my 2 years in PJ. Most people probably thought it wasn't a big deal to me and that I was always doing well. But for a pretty long time, it was a very worrying thought. I had been failing chem since I started JC and at that point of time I was still in the midst of trainings and competitions. I remember the long, late night journeys home and wondering if I would make it to university, even if I had 2A's if I failed my third subject I wasn't going anywhere. Plus PJ's chem papers are not the super-hard-not-set-to-let-you-pass kind. I remember feeling so helpless against the mountain of stuff I didn't know and the little time I had to get it right. Math Chem Phy for J1 mid year was EDC, end year was CDB. Long way to go. After A div basketball ended, I spent most of my time after school catching up on chem and starting all the way at the first chapter of year one work. Mid year J2: BOB. Nightmare seriously. More long days and nights in school catching up on chem. Then at cell Lishan taught from Matthew 6:25-34. I guess it really impacted me and the months later were very different. I was still spending long hours in school but the worry was slowing dying. It was then I learnt that
There is a stark difference between concern and worry.
Doing well, getting into uni and all, they now a concern to me, but no longer gripping as worry was. Much more studying later, prelims came. ADB. Failing at prelims should have made me really worried, but this time I wasn't. God gave me a lot of peace to ride through this storm. There was quite some time before the actual A's, but it didn't end up in super hardcore mugging. There were some changes in cell and now we had 2 guitarists, so we met up on wednesday nights to practice. Instead of just service on saturday it was now Timor team meeting->guitar lessons with Vic->service. Effectively my saturday was gone. It seemed that as the A's drew nearer I was actually spending less time studying. But it didn't worry me. In the end, ABB and I didn't even touch a large portion of the essay questions which carried much of the marks. God saw me through...
I think of examples in the Bible I can use to bring out the verse in a stronger way. Surely that must be countless mentions of people trusting God to provide in the face of the impossible.
At first I thought of Jesus feeding the five thousand, but it didn't really suit this. Then I remember Abraham and Isaac, and start flipping to Genesis. Genesis 22, The Sacrifice of Isaac. When Isaac asked where the lamb was, Abraham told him that God will provide for himself the lamb for a burnt offering, my son. Abraham had great reason to be worrying, in the chapter before this God had promised Abraham that through Isaac shall your offspring be named. But instead Abraham chose to show faith. God provided a lamb in the end and Isaac lived. Hebrews 11:17-19 also speaks of this event and the faith he showed.
The mountains of Moriah, the place where Abraham showed faith, and God provided and a sacrifice made.
The mountains of Moriah, salvation obtained through faith, where for sacrifice God provided Jesus, the lamb that was slain.
On the same mountains Jesus was sacrificed for our sins. If God has provided for our eternity, what more for the temporary? If we have faith in God that He provides, what we should we be doing instead? Going back to Matthew 6, at the very start of the passage, v25; is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? We have our eyes set on the wrong places, the wrong things. The lyrics ring in my head...
This is my story
This is my song
Praising my Saviour, all the day long.
I guess that if we have the faith that God provides, we stop worrying about things; He becomes our priority, our focus, His glory our life purpose...
I put down my pen and reach for my cup; I'm more or less done writing, just need to refine and organise everything again before cell. A sudden realisation hits and I can't help but smile, the title of that hymn is...
...Blessed Assurance
Matthew 6:33 "But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you."
This the verse we'll be teaching at cell for the secondary ones this week.
Always better to look at the whole passage then just the verse in isolation. The verses leading to 33 can be summed up in saying
Do not be anxious about anything, for we have a God that provides.
From verse 32 we see that He knows our needs. From verses 25-30 we read of how He provides for the birds of the air and lilies of the field and are you not of more value than they? In verse 27 the classic question of and which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? The verse from Philippians comes to mind, Philippians 4:6 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication let your requests be known to God"
Seeking first His kingdom and His righteousness.
As a student, I can't but think of cell and service vs stay home and study when I think of this verse. I guess it's a very real thing, we see it sometimes in our own lives and also in those around us. During the exams visibly less people are around for cell and service. (Surprisingly last week even after all the exams there was still much fewer people around, to that Isaac joked that it's studying before and during, partying after) To say to seek first by coming for cell and service over studying might be very applicable to the sec 1's since they're all students, but that kinda limits and downplays it, I feel. It is probably one example, but to find something more encompassing, it would be
Making/keeping God as our priority.
If we know that God knows our needs and believe that He provides, should our lives suddenly revolve around exams/insert-relevant-alternative? Do we suddenly have more faith in a few hours of studying that our God who provides?
I recall a time years back when I learnt about this verse in cell, then learnt it in greater measure in the months to follow.
Second year of JC and the A level was to be the finale of my 2 years in PJ. Most people probably thought it wasn't a big deal to me and that I was always doing well. But for a pretty long time, it was a very worrying thought. I had been failing chem since I started JC and at that point of time I was still in the midst of trainings and competitions. I remember the long, late night journeys home and wondering if I would make it to university, even if I had 2A's if I failed my third subject I wasn't going anywhere. Plus PJ's chem papers are not the super-hard-not-set-to-let-you-pass kind. I remember feeling so helpless against the mountain of stuff I didn't know and the little time I had to get it right. Math Chem Phy for J1 mid year was EDC, end year was CDB. Long way to go. After A div basketball ended, I spent most of my time after school catching up on chem and starting all the way at the first chapter of year one work. Mid year J2: BOB. Nightmare seriously. More long days and nights in school catching up on chem. Then at cell Lishan taught from Matthew 6:25-34. I guess it really impacted me and the months later were very different. I was still spending long hours in school but the worry was slowing dying. It was then I learnt that
There is a stark difference between concern and worry.
Doing well, getting into uni and all, they now a concern to me, but no longer gripping as worry was. Much more studying later, prelims came. ADB. Failing at prelims should have made me really worried, but this time I wasn't. God gave me a lot of peace to ride through this storm. There was quite some time before the actual A's, but it didn't end up in super hardcore mugging. There were some changes in cell and now we had 2 guitarists, so we met up on wednesday nights to practice. Instead of just service on saturday it was now Timor team meeting->guitar lessons with Vic->service. Effectively my saturday was gone. It seemed that as the A's drew nearer I was actually spending less time studying. But it didn't worry me. In the end, ABB and I didn't even touch a large portion of the essay questions which carried much of the marks. God saw me through...
I think of examples in the Bible I can use to bring out the verse in a stronger way. Surely that must be countless mentions of people trusting God to provide in the face of the impossible.
At first I thought of Jesus feeding the five thousand, but it didn't really suit this. Then I remember Abraham and Isaac, and start flipping to Genesis. Genesis 22, The Sacrifice of Isaac. When Isaac asked where the lamb was, Abraham told him that God will provide for himself the lamb for a burnt offering, my son. Abraham had great reason to be worrying, in the chapter before this God had promised Abraham that through Isaac shall your offspring be named. But instead Abraham chose to show faith. God provided a lamb in the end and Isaac lived. Hebrews 11:17-19 also speaks of this event and the faith he showed.
The mountains of Moriah, the place where Abraham showed faith, and God provided and a sacrifice made.
The mountains of Moriah, salvation obtained through faith, where for sacrifice God provided Jesus, the lamb that was slain.
On the same mountains Jesus was sacrificed for our sins. If God has provided for our eternity, what more for the temporary? If we have faith in God that He provides, what we should we be doing instead? Going back to Matthew 6, at the very start of the passage, v25; is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? We have our eyes set on the wrong places, the wrong things. The lyrics ring in my head...
This is my story
This is my song
Praising my Saviour, all the day long.
I guess that if we have the faith that God provides, we stop worrying about things; He becomes our priority, our focus, His glory our life purpose...
I put down my pen and reach for my cup; I'm more or less done writing, just need to refine and organise everything again before cell. A sudden realisation hits and I can't help but smile, the title of that hymn is...
...Blessed Assurance
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Cell prepares for Mother's Day
It was a bad start to the day, honestly. Slept at 5am, got out around 8-9 and grabbed breakfast at Fong Seng before commencing my first trip home. Shoved as much as I could into my good ol' Spartan fieldpack as well as 2 big plastic bags to make sure I would only need one more trip after this one. I had to make two trips and had cell so I figured I would cab the trips home then take a bus to get back to hall. As I was travelling I was still wondering what to do for cell today, I had totally not prepared for word, sigh. Chiong to and fro and after I got home from the final trip, an sms came in from Alina; Bio was getting his cell to do something for their mother and suggested we all did the same. This is like the perfect thing to do, although I was pretty disappointed that I hadn't prepared anything earlier, but this would so definitely be better than anything I would have prepared instead.
Brought a couple of extra sets of colour pencils that Pastor Vic gave me from Treasure Hunt for Alina to pass to the rest. But for my own cell of course, SPECIAL PRIVILEGES. Took my box of materials and fished out some other stuff from my other boxes and threw them in as well. Oh yes, newspaper as well of course.
On the way down to church, carrying the box was a nightmare. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the weather was exceptionally hot or whatever the reason it seemed extra heavy. Tired, hot and sweating; church never seemed further from the bus stop. Quickly made my way to draw the keys for the urban room to return the throw rugs I brought back to hall to wash 120914019750198 weeks ago. Bumped into pastor Charissa who seemed pretty shocked at my flustered and sweaty state lol. After that went up to room 3 at 40A dumped all my stuff and headed down to NTUC. I needed to get something extra, alphabet pasta. It would come in really handy with the glow-in-the-dark paint.
For cell today only Matthew, Cedric, Melissa and Celine were around. Took out some of the materials for them to start with, coloured paper, colour pencils, pens etc... Then took out my remaining sea shells, the more "interesting" stuff to excite them and let them try more than just colouring paper. At first they just stuck to the shells and paper, then Matthew rummaged through the box. He was pretty startled then started naming the different materials he saw, glass beads, wooden hearts, etc. Soon everyone was shouting and fighting over who got what, heh.
Matthew started with a small rectangle card the size of your typical name cards, then he pasted 4 glass beads on the corners. When he found the glow-in-the-dark paint he asked me how to use it cause he wanted to make the borders glow. I suggested cutting paper and spraying them then gluing back on to his card so he wouldn't accidentally spray on to the other parts of the card. He said he wanted to try spraying the whole thing and so he did. At first it made me frown, now his whole card was covered and the "Happy Mother's Day" he wrote couldn't be seen. Then he did something really cool. He went over the words with the gold marker again. As the paint was still wet, when he went over the words he removed the paint . End result? The words were in gold and surrounded by a thin layer of yellowish-green glow in the dark paint that looked like frosted glass against it's black background. When you turned off the lights, the whole card would be glowing and you could still see the words "Happy Mother's Day" since it was the only portion not glowing. Unfortunatedly he kept running between the table and the corner for spraying so I couldn't get a proper picture of it =/
Cedric wanted to stick shells into a heart and complained the paper was too flimsy. No fear, we got mounting board ;) Helped him super glue the shells to the mounting board while he looked for other materials. He wanted to put a wooden heart in the centre of the heart formed by the shells and he wanted it to be red. I only brought my glow-in-the-dark paint though, didn't bring the rest of my spray paints. But we had red paper so we just stuck it on the heart to make it red. He continued searching and then exclaimed I WANT TO USE THIS! He held the packet of alphabet pasta high in the sky in victorious fashion, like a member of the Malaysian Special Branch holding Mas Selamat. At this point of time Melissa was waiting for her wooden heart to dry and so Cedric roped her in to help him find the alphabets to form "Happy Mother's Day". While helping him spray the letters he decided to add a yellow box at the bottom right hand corner and wrote "Just for you <3 Cedric". So sweet right?
Celine's card was simpler than the rest but still very nice. At first she was quite sad that the words she had written were off center. But it turned out to be a good thing because it created a nice spot for her to paste her red hearts. Then she drew in a flower and coloured it purple =)
Through it all Melissa was just working rather quietly on her card (or perhaps I was too caught up with Matthew and Cedric's screams for this and that). But when I saw it, wow! I think it was really cool, and she used like a whole range of materials; glass beads, ice cream sticks, tiles, necklace beads. She even drew on the tiles. But unfortuatedly, I didn't notice she drew on them until I was looking at the photo on my laptop. The problem is the ink looks solid and dried, but it itsn't. It can't stick on the surface of the tile and will get wiped away. It would have needed to be covered with a layer of scotch tape or varnish to prevent it from being wiped away. What she drew on the top right tile was pretty intricate too, pity =/. Oh and the small heart on the right of the text was painted with glow-in-the-dark. So after her mum reads the card if she turns off the light there'll be a nice little gowing heart =).
So proud of what all of them did!
At service Pastor Jennifer was talking about Mother's Day and how her mum has pretty much everything so this year she has decided she will make a card for her mother and that craft work is a real challange for her. Later I thought to myself hmm she said will make, meaning she hasn't done it yet. So I decided after service I'll pass her my materials so she could use anything she found handy.
Materials are like vocabulary, the more you have the more you can express...
Sometimes materials are even what spark off ideas when you think of what you can do with what you have. She was happy that I offered my materials and said she was thinking that she would have to go and buy stuff and wasn't sure what to get either. Well hopefully what I have comes in handy and maybe she'll get some ideas while exploring what's in the box!
But before coming to church it was really quite a struggle. I was tired and after gathering all I wanted into the box it was pretty heavy. Part of me wondered if I was thinking too much, what if they just took the paper and colour pencils and did a "shui bian 5 min card"? (we did cards for each other for an icebreaker once and it didn't go down too well) Wondered if it was worth bringing so much stuff. In the end I had to tell myself
No, I believe in them, it'll be worth it, they are worth it....
As things played out today I'm really glad I brought everything. I'm sure they had a great time and I'm really proud of what they did. I'm sure their mums will be very blessed as well! And if Pastor Jenn finds the materials handy it will be an additional bonus =)
Brought a couple of extra sets of colour pencils that Pastor Vic gave me from Treasure Hunt for Alina to pass to the rest. But for my own cell of course, SPECIAL PRIVILEGES. Took my box of materials and fished out some other stuff from my other boxes and threw them in as well. Oh yes, newspaper as well of course.
On the way down to church, carrying the box was a nightmare. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the weather was exceptionally hot or whatever the reason it seemed extra heavy. Tired, hot and sweating; church never seemed further from the bus stop. Quickly made my way to draw the keys for the urban room to return the throw rugs I brought back to hall to wash 120914019750198 weeks ago. Bumped into pastor Charissa who seemed pretty shocked at my flustered and sweaty state lol. After that went up to room 3 at 40A dumped all my stuff and headed down to NTUC. I needed to get something extra, alphabet pasta. It would come in really handy with the glow-in-the-dark paint.
For cell today only Matthew, Cedric, Melissa and Celine were around. Took out some of the materials for them to start with, coloured paper, colour pencils, pens etc... Then took out my remaining sea shells, the more "interesting" stuff to excite them and let them try more than just colouring paper. At first they just stuck to the shells and paper, then Matthew rummaged through the box. He was pretty startled then started naming the different materials he saw, glass beads, wooden hearts, etc. Soon everyone was shouting and fighting over who got what, heh.
Matthew started with a small rectangle card the size of your typical name cards, then he pasted 4 glass beads on the corners. When he found the glow-in-the-dark paint he asked me how to use it cause he wanted to make the borders glow. I suggested cutting paper and spraying them then gluing back on to his card so he wouldn't accidentally spray on to the other parts of the card. He said he wanted to try spraying the whole thing and so he did. At first it made me frown, now his whole card was covered and the "Happy Mother's Day" he wrote couldn't be seen. Then he did something really cool. He went over the words with the gold marker again. As the paint was still wet, when he went over the words he removed the paint . End result? The words were in gold and surrounded by a thin layer of yellowish-green glow in the dark paint that looked like frosted glass against it's black background. When you turned off the lights, the whole card would be glowing and you could still see the words "Happy Mother's Day" since it was the only portion not glowing. Unfortunatedly he kept running between the table and the corner for spraying so I couldn't get a proper picture of it =/
Cedric wanted to stick shells into a heart and complained the paper was too flimsy. No fear, we got mounting board ;) Helped him super glue the shells to the mounting board while he looked for other materials. He wanted to put a wooden heart in the centre of the heart formed by the shells and he wanted it to be red. I only brought my glow-in-the-dark paint though, didn't bring the rest of my spray paints. But we had red paper so we just stuck it on the heart to make it red. He continued searching and then exclaimed I WANT TO USE THIS! He held the packet of alphabet pasta high in the sky in victorious fashion, like a member of the Malaysian Special Branch holding Mas Selamat. At this point of time Melissa was waiting for her wooden heart to dry and so Cedric roped her in to help him find the alphabets to form "Happy Mother's Day". While helping him spray the letters he decided to add a yellow box at the bottom right hand corner and wrote "Just for you <3 Cedric". So sweet right?
Celine's card was simpler than the rest but still very nice. At first she was quite sad that the words she had written were off center. But it turned out to be a good thing because it created a nice spot for her to paste her red hearts. Then she drew in a flower and coloured it purple =)
Through it all Melissa was just working rather quietly on her card (or perhaps I was too caught up with Matthew and Cedric's screams for this and that). But when I saw it, wow! I think it was really cool, and she used like a whole range of materials; glass beads, ice cream sticks, tiles, necklace beads. She even drew on the tiles. But unfortuatedly, I didn't notice she drew on them until I was looking at the photo on my laptop. The problem is the ink looks solid and dried, but it itsn't. It can't stick on the surface of the tile and will get wiped away. It would have needed to be covered with a layer of scotch tape or varnish to prevent it from being wiped away. What she drew on the top right tile was pretty intricate too, pity =/. Oh and the small heart on the right of the text was painted with glow-in-the-dark. So after her mum reads the card if she turns off the light there'll be a nice little gowing heart =).
So proud of what all of them did!
At service Pastor Jennifer was talking about Mother's Day and how her mum has pretty much everything so this year she has decided she will make a card for her mother and that craft work is a real challange for her. Later I thought to myself hmm she said will make, meaning she hasn't done it yet. So I decided after service I'll pass her my materials so she could use anything she found handy.
Materials are like vocabulary, the more you have the more you can express...
Sometimes materials are even what spark off ideas when you think of what you can do with what you have. She was happy that I offered my materials and said she was thinking that she would have to go and buy stuff and wasn't sure what to get either. Well hopefully what I have comes in handy and maybe she'll get some ideas while exploring what's in the box!
But before coming to church it was really quite a struggle. I was tired and after gathering all I wanted into the box it was pretty heavy. Part of me wondered if I was thinking too much, what if they just took the paper and colour pencils and did a "shui bian 5 min card"? (we did cards for each other for an icebreaker once and it didn't go down too well) Wondered if it was worth bringing so much stuff. In the end I had to tell myself
No, I believe in them, it'll be worth it, they are worth it....
As things played out today I'm really glad I brought everything. I'm sure they had a great time and I'm really proud of what they did. I'm sure their mums will be very blessed as well! And if Pastor Jenn finds the materials handy it will be an additional bonus =)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
1 A.M.
Up and blogging cause I can't sleep. Went to bed slightly pass 11, toss and turn and all but sleep eludes me. Mentally it's like a stand-to with hints of a dawn attack; pretty sure if someone dropped a pin, even if it was outside my room, I would have heard it.
The room I live in, the room I'll soon only have lived in.
My own corner, my own little space, and sometimes a little meeting place...
I should be sleeping easily, pretty much the whole day was spent making two trips between hall and home to bring my stuff back and it was pretty draining, all the travelling. My guitar, box of art materials, clothes, files, sometimes I wonder how I managed to have so much stuff in my room in the first place. Unloading them at home was worse, today isn't the first time I brought stuff back, so I already have stuff lying around taking up space. I dump some stuff on my table, which is kinda flooded by now (and I have yet to set up my monitor, I'll also need space for my laptop to sit WITHOUT blocking it, and I don't have the luxury of a big table like in hall) then squeeze the rest into my room (read: me, my bro, double decker bed, cupboards for clothes) without taking up too much space. Wonder how I'm going to unpack and arrange everything.
My room, physically; empty with little things remaining, a seeming abandonment compared to what it was.
My room, the memories tied to it; will they end up in the same fate?
Bball training, friendlies; getting fried at SRC one day, played by the rain the next during the hols; blue oyster movies, blue oyster suppers; opening IHG with an intense point-for-point fight for 4 quarters, push into OT only to have the match slip out of our hands, continuing fighting harder every match and come back to clinch the title...
Vball training, setting up the net with Chris/Nic and some of the other usuals, finding newspaper to absorb the "chup" after putting the pole in, trying to push the pole all the way in against a tensioned net; serving and getting everything over, serving and getting everything into the net, serving and end up doing 100+ pushups cause we served too many into the net haha...
Running in NUS, the track for track and field with Tony, Ryan and the rest, the track for intervals for road relay; the slope at PGP for hill runs for road relay, route around NUS for road relay; actual road relay: relac as road marshaller with Shan Chin lol...
Sets, from having nothing to do in the first sem, to too much to do the next; from our first tools tutorial and smelling the stench of burnt metal to building our giganormous flower and UCM; saw/screw/drill/attach/tear apart/paint while chatting/laughing and muttons to midnight in the background; boosters at night: bubble tea; working into the wee hours to move everything to UCC, fighting a storm that went away once we had our "defence" set up, working into the wee hours to move the sets back after the curtain falls and everyone else just walks away...
B Block, IBG, camo-ed ninjas for talent crime, casual bball games, one and only block supper cause I was at IHG training every other supper heh...
ECF, first meeting of the first sem = first bball IVP training with Yong Meng, never knew when they met after that; Ian said he would let me know if they were meeting, IHG stuff + NUS cell + leaders cell + p6 cell + chiong to get a good first CAP = busyy, didn't hear about meetings again and didn't find out either; second sem coming to a close and I turn up for the first time after rach mentions it, Matthew (Wan) mentions it, Ting Yu mentions it, 3 meetings or so in the end, maybe I should have joined from the start and, like my dad said, hear what people from other churches have to share...
You coming over, lunch and chrysanthemum tea, work/notes on the table and supposedly study, ownT by youtube, Isaac Slade, Jason Mraz and the millions of girls who say he will marry them soon, extended desktop across monitors as the pointer makes it way around the whole room; casper who doesn't say boo, exercise-to-increase-my-appetite Mr Winnie the pooh; come and crash, wake and go...
Tell me they won't...
0245 and I'm even more awake then when I started writing. Not good. Have to finish all my moving back home tomorrow and I'll probably be really drained after. There's also cell and service, which I hate feeling drained at, especially when I have to lead cell. But I'm glad I wrote all this, I guess blogging and being in engin has made me realize how much I miss writing...
Words, words, words...
The room I live in, the room I'll soon only have lived in.
My own corner, my own little space, and sometimes a little meeting place...
I should be sleeping easily, pretty much the whole day was spent making two trips between hall and home to bring my stuff back and it was pretty draining, all the travelling. My guitar, box of art materials, clothes, files, sometimes I wonder how I managed to have so much stuff in my room in the first place. Unloading them at home was worse, today isn't the first time I brought stuff back, so I already have stuff lying around taking up space. I dump some stuff on my table, which is kinda flooded by now (and I have yet to set up my monitor, I'll also need space for my laptop to sit WITHOUT blocking it, and I don't have the luxury of a big table like in hall) then squeeze the rest into my room (read: me, my bro, double decker bed, cupboards for clothes) without taking up too much space. Wonder how I'm going to unpack and arrange everything.
My room, physically; empty with little things remaining, a seeming abandonment compared to what it was.
My room, the memories tied to it; will they end up in the same fate?
Bball training, friendlies; getting fried at SRC one day, played by the rain the next during the hols; blue oyster movies, blue oyster suppers; opening IHG with an intense point-for-point fight for 4 quarters, push into OT only to have the match slip out of our hands, continuing fighting harder every match and come back to clinch the title...
Vball training, setting up the net with Chris/Nic and some of the other usuals, finding newspaper to absorb the "chup" after putting the pole in, trying to push the pole all the way in against a tensioned net; serving and getting everything over, serving and getting everything into the net, serving and end up doing 100+ pushups cause we served too many into the net haha...
Running in NUS, the track for track and field with Tony, Ryan and the rest, the track for intervals for road relay; the slope at PGP for hill runs for road relay, route around NUS for road relay; actual road relay: relac as road marshaller with Shan Chin lol...
Sets, from having nothing to do in the first sem, to too much to do the next; from our first tools tutorial and smelling the stench of burnt metal to building our giganormous flower and UCM; saw/screw/drill/attach/tear apart/paint while chatting/laughing and muttons to midnight in the background; boosters at night: bubble tea; working into the wee hours to move everything to UCC, fighting a storm that went away once we had our "defence" set up, working into the wee hours to move the sets back after the curtain falls and everyone else just walks away...
B Block, IBG, camo-ed ninjas for talent crime, casual bball games, one and only block supper cause I was at IHG training every other supper heh...
ECF, first meeting of the first sem = first bball IVP training with Yong Meng, never knew when they met after that; Ian said he would let me know if they were meeting, IHG stuff + NUS cell + leaders cell + p6 cell + chiong to get a good first CAP = busyy, didn't hear about meetings again and didn't find out either; second sem coming to a close and I turn up for the first time after rach mentions it, Matthew (Wan) mentions it, Ting Yu mentions it, 3 meetings or so in the end, maybe I should have joined from the start and, like my dad said, hear what people from other churches have to share...
You coming over, lunch and chrysanthemum tea, work/notes on the table and supposedly study, ownT by youtube, Isaac Slade, Jason Mraz and the millions of girls who say he will marry them soon, extended desktop across monitors as the pointer makes it way around the whole room; casper who doesn't say boo, exercise-to-increase-my-appetite Mr Winnie the pooh; come and crash, wake and go...
Tell me they won't...
0245 and I'm even more awake then when I started writing. Not good. Have to finish all my moving back home tomorrow and I'll probably be really drained after. There's also cell and service, which I hate feeling drained at, especially when I have to lead cell. But I'm glad I wrote all this, I guess blogging and being in engin has made me realize how much I miss writing...
Words, words, words...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
After wondering what to do being so free yesterday, today I had a lot to do. Went to sleep last night intending to wake at 6 and set off early to ECP but unfortunately it was raining very heavily so I waited till later before moving out. The weather cleared pretty fast and I was out and on the way to ECP.
Travel travel travel...
Back to a very familiar place, but this time with a very different reason. This time it's not for a marathon, nor training for any other run. Made my way down to mac first as the sky still looked rather gloomy and there was still a slight drizzle. After breakfast walked along the coast of ECP and the tide looked pretty high, I forgot everything about tides and was wondering if they change like every 12 hours OH NO. Anyhow, found a bench, sat down and did some bible reading first.
A cool breeze and the gentle sound of waves meeting the shore...
After I was done the tide seemed to have lowered some and taking a look around, there seemed to be more shore further up. Took a walk and along the way stared at the ground, surprisingly there were a number of shells even beyond the safety barrier and like near the grass area. But really scattered, too few to consider picking up. Further up, much more sand but no sight of shells yet.
Take a look at my phone, it's already close to 10am.
Just a little further I saw what looked like a trail of shells (and sticks, leaves, tissue and styrofoam sigh). Pull out my ziploc and began my search. Mostly fragmented bits but soon I find some nicer ones.
Piece by piece, into the bag they go....
Occasionally I find a really unique looking one that seems to have the word epic written all over it heh. They would make good corners =) I always thought shells were like white, brown, orange... but much to my surprise a lot of them had a purple hue and looked really interesting. Tried to collect ones which have the same or at least close shades of colour. In the end they were mostly white, white with a purple hue or white with a tinge of orange.
The bag starts to feel heavy... Today this is my resource, unpredictable, irregular and I have no idea if they'll fit together, or if I even have collected enough...
Walking on, the trail slowly dies off and I check the time again. 11am. I think I have enough shells to work with, I'm done here, time to get everything else I need.
More travelling, and back to another very familiar place, Bras Basah
Got most of my stuff from Popular this time instead of Art Friend. They didn't quite have what I wanted, unfortunatedly. Had a quick lunch before heading back to hall.
Travelling is a really tiring activity.
Reach back at 2ish and crashed out till close to 5. Quickly went to wash the shells and then dry them and lay them out before going for ulti. Went down to the field at WCP and there were a lot of people there today, many new faces and a bunch of guys from SP. Man they can run...
2 weeks of exams and my forehand is gone case again
Jialat sia. And I grazed my knees again, left knee this time...
Ting Yu came later but had to make a move before playing cause something happened.
Ban Mian and bubble tea for dinner again
After dinner it was time to get down to work. My second time working with super glue and unfortunately it leaves one with hard fingertips heh. Play around with the different shells, note the colours and form a general scheme. Slowly put it together piece by piece while having long msn convos with Ting Yu and Ivan, and John Mayer playing his heart out in the background. Man his live vids are amazingg, whether he's singing or playing solo's he really does it as an art, and with the finest expressions even when no words are mentioned (lotsa HQ vids from his LA show are on youtube). But enough of John Mayer, as mentioned earlier he was in the background anyway. Some portions were really hard to cover, but now after it's all done, seems rather amazing how everything managed to fit into place. Irregularly shaped, yet seemingly natural grooves for each other...
Perhaps, this will cheer you up
Travel travel travel...
Back to a very familiar place, but this time with a very different reason. This time it's not for a marathon, nor training for any other run. Made my way down to mac first as the sky still looked rather gloomy and there was still a slight drizzle. After breakfast walked along the coast of ECP and the tide looked pretty high, I forgot everything about tides and was wondering if they change like every 12 hours OH NO. Anyhow, found a bench, sat down and did some bible reading first.
A cool breeze and the gentle sound of waves meeting the shore...
After I was done the tide seemed to have lowered some and taking a look around, there seemed to be more shore further up. Took a walk and along the way stared at the ground, surprisingly there were a number of shells even beyond the safety barrier and like near the grass area. But really scattered, too few to consider picking up. Further up, much more sand but no sight of shells yet.
Take a look at my phone, it's already close to 10am.
Just a little further I saw what looked like a trail of shells (and sticks, leaves, tissue and styrofoam sigh). Pull out my ziploc and began my search. Mostly fragmented bits but soon I find some nicer ones.
Piece by piece, into the bag they go....
Occasionally I find a really unique looking one that seems to have the word epic written all over it heh. They would make good corners =) I always thought shells were like white, brown, orange... but much to my surprise a lot of them had a purple hue and looked really interesting. Tried to collect ones which have the same or at least close shades of colour. In the end they were mostly white, white with a purple hue or white with a tinge of orange.
The bag starts to feel heavy... Today this is my resource, unpredictable, irregular and I have no idea if they'll fit together, or if I even have collected enough...
Walking on, the trail slowly dies off and I check the time again. 11am. I think I have enough shells to work with, I'm done here, time to get everything else I need.
More travelling, and back to another very familiar place, Bras Basah
Got most of my stuff from Popular this time instead of Art Friend. They didn't quite have what I wanted, unfortunatedly. Had a quick lunch before heading back to hall.
Travelling is a really tiring activity.
Reach back at 2ish and crashed out till close to 5. Quickly went to wash the shells and then dry them and lay them out before going for ulti. Went down to the field at WCP and there were a lot of people there today, many new faces and a bunch of guys from SP. Man they can run...
2 weeks of exams and my forehand is gone case again
Jialat sia. And I grazed my knees again, left knee this time...
Ting Yu came later but had to make a move before playing cause something happened.
Ban Mian and bubble tea for dinner again
After dinner it was time to get down to work. My second time working with super glue and unfortunately it leaves one with hard fingertips heh. Play around with the different shells, note the colours and form a general scheme. Slowly put it together piece by piece while having long msn convos with Ting Yu and Ivan, and John Mayer playing his heart out in the background. Man his live vids are amazingg, whether he's singing or playing solo's he really does it as an art, and with the finest expressions even when no words are mentioned (lotsa HQ vids from his LA show are on youtube). But enough of John Mayer, as mentioned earlier he was in the background anyway. Some portions were really hard to cover, but now after it's all done, seems rather amazing how everything managed to fit into place. Irregularly shaped, yet seemingly natural grooves for each other...
Perhaps, this will cheer you up
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
What should one do after the exams hmmm... I have no idea. Changed blog header to a lovely photo that I think was taken by Joline during our trip to Timor in 07. Intervals this morning was terribad. Was aiming for <90s each round, but third round onwards all overshot. Gonna hit the gym later tonight...
Did a bit of drawing today and gave a shot at trying to draw a lotus. Starting to try out shading as well. Got down to working on mother's day gift but barely got anything done as I realised I lost my (good) scissors long ago and I brought home the box with my UHU glue -_-. Tomorrow I guess...
MSN now and miah tells me I'll probably be doing filing at SMC cause they're changing all the files to new files and the last count is around like 14000 files LOL
Did a bit of drawing today and gave a shot at trying to draw a lotus. Starting to try out shading as well. Got down to working on mother's day gift but barely got anything done as I realised I lost my (good) scissors long ago and I brought home the box with my UHU glue -_-. Tomorrow I guess...
MSN now and miah tells me I'll probably be doing filing at SMC cause they're changing all the files to new files and the last count is around like 14000 files LOL
Monday, May 4, 2009
EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRR
Finally done with exams. Played ball with the usual gang of mostly B blockers, aching quite a bit even though it was like slight over an hour only. Need to get well really fast. 26 days to sundown!
Let's see what's coming up...
-Miah called today saying SMC will mostly likely hire me again and if so I'll be starting on monday. Short week to enjoy before work starts!
-Frisbee @ West Coast on wednesday again! But once I start working I won't be able to make it and I won't have an outlet for ulti anymore sigh...
-Finish up Mother's Day gift. Plan looks good but execution is gonna be a little tricky.
-Progressively train towards sundown and progressively step down training as well in just 26 days, hmm.....
Ok time to knock out, intervals tomorrow morning, kick myself out of bed at 6 after sooo long...
Let's see what's coming up...
-Miah called today saying SMC will mostly likely hire me again and if so I'll be starting on monday. Short week to enjoy before work starts!
-Frisbee @ West Coast on wednesday again! But once I start working I won't be able to make it and I won't have an outlet for ulti anymore sigh...
-Finish up Mother's Day gift. Plan looks good but execution is gonna be a little tricky.
-Progressively train towards sundown and progressively step down training as well in just 26 days, hmm.....
Ok time to knock out, intervals tomorrow morning, kick myself out of bed at 6 after sooo long...
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