Press On, Press On, or Beyond The Sea

When I signed up for the Worship Retreat last week, I didn't even know when it was, where it was, and what was happening. Blindly I woke up on Friday morning and rushed off to the retreat away from my mother.

I would take me a while to describe what happened, so suffice to say I nearly got lost at sea, was forced to sing a song about it, wake up at ungodly hours (okay, not really), eat horrible tasting fruits, swim in chlorinated water, be sexually harassed by Joshua Ronald, eat, sleep, talk, laugh, take pictures, push people into pools, play on the slide, get stuck on the slide, beat JR up for making us get stuck on the slide, and so many other things that I really won't go in to details. You can ask me personally if you really desire to know.

I'll upload the pictures on Facebook sometime, the uploader here is giving me a hard time.

Pastor Rob Scott hugged me and said that God asked him to give me a hug. He said he only hugged two people, and wow, one of them was me. He said that he could see something inside of me, something good, and the rest I'll keep to myself, because maybe they were words for my ears only. But that was one anointed man, that was. Not just because he spoke to me, but because he knows what he's doing.

Hah! And I had to sing on stage last minute on Sunday? Joshua's strap falling off during the whole thing? Me running to replace it? Us smashing Jon's face into a cake? Kristal coming back? Eating two portions of lunch? Watching a movie?

That's just an ordinary Sunday. Man I'm exhausted.

Before The Sleep, or This Love

It's not fair to say that I've been busy. I've been appropriating my time to different matters, would be more correct factually.

Poor momma, her foot got stabbed by a piece of glass. But she's a fighter, my mom is, and I've never seen her cry so hard, but she stuck it through and went to church and still had enough energy to host our open house the next day.

Oh, about that. Sorry for not inviting youse peoples. It was a last minute thing, my mum was like "Hey Nigel, call your friends come to the house tomorrow." If I knew before, I'd have asked all youse peoples to come, and I only managed to invite a few of you. My house not that big bah. They even crashed my bed to the floor (but that wasn't really their fault also).

But it was fun, you know, the open house. I've never had one before, because my mum always has some excuse, so it was odd, rushing up and down, trying but failing at being as courteous a host as possible. I hope it wasn't such a bad experience for you guys, it was pretty fun for me.

So the start of a lunar new year marks the beginning of? Not really sure. But 2010 is important a year for most people. Making choices on where to go, or just to finish their bloody last year of studies here in Malaysia, it's going to be one roller coaster ride to Hell.

And we've only just begun.

I wish I could just stay at home and eat and people would pay me. Ah well. We all can't be Paris. Don't know whether she eats though.

49 days down. Don't know when we'll be ready.

A Place To Lay My Head, or Say (All I Need)

No. My room isn't done yet.

I know it's been forever, and I KNOW that it's almost CNY and all that nonsense, but my room isn't done yet. I have no idea what's taking so long, but the massive renovation to my old computer room into my room still isn't complete yet. It's ALMOST done now, though. The only thing left to do is afix the wooden planks in my room onto the walls so that they resemble shelves and so I can put stuff on them.

I went shopping for beds yesterday, and found one that was cheap, and when we asked for the price, the guy said it included the table next to it and also a standing mirror. So I was like, "Erm. Yeah." So I FINALLY have a bed. After sleeping on a mattress for so long I finally am able to sleep. Like properly.

Here's some pictures of my room. It's a bit messy, but loving it cos I actually sort of know where things are. And because there's a bed.

The two computers at my desk. The desktop is for torrenting, and for secondary gaming :)

Kuma Kuma! ^^

My desk, complete with bookshelves, with new computer chair.

My cupboard, full of clothes.

The pillows on the floor, with the mirror that came with my bed. I finally have a (sort of) full length mirror now!

My bedside table that came with the bed, with my bass and amp, together with the pieces of wood that hasn't gone up on the walls yet.

MY NEW BED OMG FTW

Imma go try it out tonight. It's been, what, three months since I've slept on a proper bed of my own? That's just sad. But not tonight!

That is, if I can sleep.

And so the boy tried to find solace in the dark corners of the world. But the fire gave no warmth.

The Crab That Got Away, or Heartbreaker (MSTRKRFT ft. John Legend)

I find it possibly impossible to update my blog anymore, but I was committed to start this waste of webspace, so I WILL strive to continue.

Just finished writing my second article for the Daily Express, my state newspaper. I'm writing a column a week now, and it appears every Friday in the Teen Spirit page. It's a page by the youth for the youth, where we're free to express our own opinions. Email me with suggestions and comments, greatly appreciated.

Havn't really been myself these days. I think I shall write a cryptic story!

Once upon a time there was a young lad. He wasn't unpopular, but neither was he the life of the party. He kept to himself most of the time, and he was a loner of a sort. It wasn't as if he didn't like people; He did, but he liked solitude of sorts most of the time, because he knew the evil in people, even when they don't mean to be.

At the beach one day, he was by himself (as usual), using a stick to poke at the fire he had started. The warm glow kept his hands warm from the cool sea breeze. Turning around, he saw a little, Crab. It was bright red.

"You're a Crab", the boy said.

The Crab denied and stuck her tongue out at him. "No I'm not!"

Soon after they started talking, and they didn't realise that the sun had started to set. The young lad felt as if he'd be able to stay forever near the fire, under the shade of the trees, with the breeze in his face, talking to the Crab who was Not. But he had to leave and they said goodbye.

After that day the young boy visited the beach everyday, and without fail the Crab would be there waiting. The fire kept burning and the warmth from it discharged into the air and comforted the both of them; The fire was never put out. Time and time again they would spend time just talking senseless babble until the time ran out and they had to leave.

The young lad began to grow attached to the Crab. Attempting one day to see if there was any compelling feelings for the Crab, he decided not to go to the beach. The whole day he peered out his window, knowing that the beach was so close and yet he stopped himself: It was a struggle. It was a hard, hard, terrible struggle. The next day when he visited the beach, the Crab was waiting, angry and sad.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" asked the Crab.

"I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to see whether reverting back to my old life would change anything. And it did."

And they left it at that.

However, the memory of that day still haunted him. One night he confronted the Crab.

"What am I to you, little Crab? Why do you keep coming to see me? I did not ask you to."

"I don't need a reason. But I don't know."

And sick of the confusion, he left.

From that day, whenever he visited the beach where the fire still burned, the Crab was nowhere to be seen. But that wasn't the Crab's fault, because the young boy went out of his own way to avoid the Crab, because it hurt too much to see the Crab, for reasons of his own.

"And oh, I ran far away, far away, for I never wanted to see that Crab again"

The fire still burned. But it was still cold.

Mum says that my room should be done up by tomorrow. Went shopping for beds and shit today. Finally. A bed.

Imma find chocolate.

Time To Start Living It, or The Fanatasy

Woah! Is it me or is it February already? (Of course it isn't just me. Dolt!) One month has gone by in our final year of studies slowly crawls by like the multitude of work tossed on to us. Banana boat (this is to see if you're paying attention)

Anyway, what can I say about January? I expected it to be way, WAY worse, but it was pretty good. Enjoyed my January (w/o all the work from my new school), and I finally got my 'L'! But I don't have it yet. But still. Hopefully by the end of the month I can grab my licence if all goes well (not like my theory tests).

One of the highlights of my January was the kindergarten reunion that was one of the messiest things I have ever planned. In the end, I was gratified that some people did make an effort to turn up, while some didn't. It's okay, we'll have more reunions, promise!

And this is how we changed:

Thanks to Joshua Ho for the image.

From Top left corner clockwise: Isaac Leong, Clifern Ong, Eric Tang, Joshua Ho, Nigel Chee, Eliza Tang, Kara Harris, Sack Yi Ying

Missing from this picture is EVERYONE ELSE. Lol.

It's hard though when most of our kinder buddies are all around the world, in places like USA, Australia and Singapore. Sadly, we'll never EVER have a full reunion because the States have different holidays than the rest of our side of the world, so sorry Brandon :(

Looking forward to the next one, though! It was so good to see everyone again!

But oh, the January ended abruptly and sadly for me. Now what? February?

I'm starting to start hating you, 2010.

And oh, I ran away, far away, for I never wanted to see that Crab again.