Teeth, or Littlest Things

At Bel's bakery (Walnut at Foh Sang, go there and buy bread, and maybe I can ask them to give me some for free) I had to sit for awhile to wait for my sister. Contrary to what my mother thinks, I wasn't THAT much of a kelefe... I had to discuss some things with Eleni, and after that I found this book lying open on one of the tables.

It was a book on sex. But it looked... Interesting (besides, there was nothing to do), and so I started reading. I was so engrossed in it that time flew by, and I didn't realise that I could've just gone home. Instead, I just read and read and read, and I made the owner promise me that I could borrow it once I was done.

I'm not going to go in to much details. I mean, we all know the drill right: Sex is holy, sex is pure, sex is something that needs to wait for marriage. We know the details, right? But what are we doing about it?

What's your excuse for not having sex before marriage? Religion? Is that HONESTLY it? That, to me, after reading that book, isn't really a good reason at all. If you want to know more you can ask me personally. But yeah, good read, I can't wait to get my hands on it again!

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Honestly, I have no idea why I started that rant. Wasn't really a rant to begin with, but whatever.

There's a lot left in this year. A LOT. Lotsa things to do, lotsa things to get through. Imagine, that it was January just a little earlier this year. It seems a lifetime ago, but it passed by so very very fast. I very very much so despised my life last year: Not the experiences and situations I went through, but the person I was. I wasn't myself. I was... Different.

I'm back (as close as possible) to the person I once was, but... But I'm, in a sense, 'stronger'. I realise that sometimes, I need to be serious. Sometimes, I need to stop fooling around. I'm still learning, but I take life in with every chance that I get, not taking it for granted.

Recently I've been... Confused. I wasn't sure of the road to take. Down a new path, or up the same one that I've followed for so long? Before I could make a proper decision, the new path shed some light on the truth. The truth amazed me; I expected it, but not so soon. I was shocked, and so I wanted to run down that road, but that wasn't the right thing to do. I had to stroll down the path, take in the scenery, all the little things, because I wasn't on these paths for want of a means to a destination. Rather, it was the journey I was on that really counted. And so far, I'm enjoying the sights, sounds and warmth of this new path. This path was something that seemed very... Comfortable. Like I was already used to the path; I knew the turns and bends even before I approached it, and I knew where to go. There were still some things I needed to learn, but I had time. Oh, I had nothing but time. This experience is... It was...

Different.

Sorry about that, it was all very very cryptic, and even the people that know what I'm talking about will find it a little hard to understand!

Being enigmatic is useful to a lesser extent. Eh.

Show me your teeth when you smile.

Full-On Freak-Out, or I Wanna

My body aches so bad. I'm so out of shape!

But I think that, if I go the gym more often, I'll be in shape. Aha.

Hmm.

So yesterday I went to the gym. Me, Kimbo, Joshua Ronald and Adren went to the Sutera Harbour gym, where we're all members, and 'worked out' (Adren ditched us to play tennis after awhle). I just jogged a lot (6.5 Km, which to some of you isn't a lot, but to me at this time, IT IS), and did some ab work and a little bit of upper body exercises. This morning at church me and Josh were flicking each other's sternum (is it? Not too sure, I don't take Bio), which caused some painful wincing.

You were the one who raised me from birth.

But oh, you've changed so very very much.

What happened? Yeesh.

I went to pick my mother up from the airport just now. The first thing she said to me was, "What are you wearing? You look ridiculous." That's really what you want to hear from your mother. I think something's going on with her; something that she's not telling us. She's grumpy, touchy, and easily irritated, and even more unreasonable than she normally is. Stubborn and resolute, she's not going to give in to anything, so I surmised it's simpler to just walk away. And it's working, in a way.

I didn't realise I mean that much to you.

I mean, I did, but not now.

Just a hug?

After the meeting, something just pushed me into your direction, and give you a long awaited hug. I still don't know if that was the right thing for me to do. Maybe I should stay away, away again. It worked that way, didn't it? The silence. That's for the best.

But it's not what we want.

NOW IMMA GO LAZE AROUND THE HOUSE, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Why can't the holidays come faster? Come faster! COME EH!!!!

You Are Practical, or Underneath

You Are Practical

You have your feet firmly planted on the ground, and you are very sensible. You always seem to know what to do, and if not, you can sort things out on a long walk. You are like comfort food for the soul. You set your friends (and even strangers) at ease. You take extra good care of yourself, and because of this, you have a lot to give back to those you love.

Seriously? Man I rock!

The Little Things We Share, or Hanging By The Moment

Isn't it great that there are just so many things to talk about in this world? How easy it is to change from one topic to another topic with ease?

Okay, what nonsense that is, right? Both sentences do not have to do anything with each other. As many topics about anything and everything in the world (music, movies, books, food, food, food, school, porcupines), and indeed, there are many things (including food), it isn't always easy to talk to someone.

I know A LOT of people who are chatterboxes, but those boxes are closed; shut tight, firmly locked. All you need is the key to open this box, and voilà! Instant chatterbox (just add water). So many of these people complain on the inside of being lonely and that no one ones to be their friend. Believe it or not, I was one of those people. All it took was someone to open me up.

I'm generally like that, too. Whenever I go to a new place, I don't talk to anyone. I plug in my iPhone, listen to music, and alienate myself from the strange surroundings. As soon as someone starts talking to me, though, I open up to them, and the earphones are put away.

It's like that story of the frog? The frog who is taking a bath, and the water gets too warm, and he gets comfortable, and after awhile he's boiled alive. Disgusting as that may sound, the whole point of the story is "don't get comfortable with what you're doing. Complacency is dangerous". And Indeederific, it is.

Over the past few weeks, I've been making new friends, making old friends, making a mess, and making a plan (okay, that's not grammatically correct, but I need to put 'making' one more time). I'm devising a plan for my mother on mother's day, and I'm not sure how big it will be, but it will definitely be successful, eh Josh? But I know you don't read my blog, so never mind. If anyone is reading this and knows Josh Ronald tell him to start blogging again, he hasn't done it for 9 months.

Anyway, I hope this people skill thing comes in handy one day. In fact, I hope I'm able to make a living out of it. That'd be great, because it'd cut studying time.

Which reminds me.

I have my exams in a week's time.

It doesn't feel like it though.

Ah well. BZZT.

Note for self: Lol, remember at the start of your blog, where you refused to write about yourself and what happened everyday? That's what you've become, Nigel. This is the kind of shit you should be writing again.

Note: I love my scarf!

The Sharpest Edge, or Don't Quit! Not Quite!

The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?

Alice Kingsley: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

And I find this to be quite true, actually. Like Joshua Ronald's shirt says, "Well behaved people seldom make a difference." It takes just on person to step out and change the world. In fact, it took only vote for Hitler to come in to power. So yes, if anyone says that one person makes not the difference, that is in fact WRONG.

We have to stand up for what we believe in. It is okay to have anger, but do not let anger have you. We have to be stubborn and unmovable for what we believe in. When asked on Saturday, "Are you ready to die for Jesus?", I averted my eyes, because I believed I was, but when the situation comes, what will really happen? Because saying something and doing it are two completely different things.

If you were not at the Cutting Edge conference, you missed not a good conference, not a great conference, but an important conference. It's about or nation, generally, and some people confuse it for being something political. There is NOTHING political about God, guys. Religion is political. God is not.

I won't go into details, because that would take awhile. Just know that God has risen up a Generation to declare.

On a side note, I played bass again for the first time this year! It was great to play for a Rally again. I enjoyed the Praise and Worship a lot, even though my lack of practice caused me to make tons of mistakes. Ps. Sam told me on Sunday that he "enjoyed watching me play. The enthusiasm on your (my) face is very encouraging." And I try my best to show when I serve, I suppose.

And people like the song we wrote! People are asking for the mp3 and the chords and all. I'm just so encouraged by that. It's not me, but He who lives in me. It's me making a difference in a way that

I know how.

Mum is sick. I slept all day. And there's school tomorrow. And there's work to do.

On the bright side, Chelsea won! =D

Yes, Carm. I am awesome. Just admit it.

I See Now, or When You're Looking Like That

I got sick recently. I think it was due to the bug going around, and also due to the fact that my mother isn't here, I have the house to myself, and the late nights out. Sure, I have a Wii, but again, I didn't buy the Wii to play it myself, it's more of a party thing. I never stayed up late Wii-ing. Rather, I'd be out, or in, watching movies or something.

But I'm all better now, and the work is piling up. I tried doing my Math and Account work, but somehow, after finishing one chapter of Math, I couldn't figure anything out anymore. My brain got stuck. So that leaves me with half a chapter of Math and a total of 6 Account questions (for those of you who don't know, Account questions take an average of 25 minutes to complete, each), and I tried doing them, but I honestly couldn't. ARGH. The one time I actually am committed to doing work and I can't. WHY WORLD, WHY?

Anyway,

Please, if you feel anything for Malaysia, even remotely, please come. Don't ask questions, this will only take at most two-and-a-half hours of your time (if you only come for the rally, 7.30pm, 1st May, Skyline SIB). You really want to know, ask me about it personally.

I'm giving up on my work, and going to bed, reminiscing on Suit Up, which, by the way, went alright. As last minute as it was, we did make a HUGE impression on the church, but sadly, and I hate to say this, but my mother wasn't there to take brilliant photos of us in our marvellous and fantabulous looking sooooots. Instead I had Jo-Hanna taking photos, but she wasn't used to my camera so we only got mediocre shots.

Anyway, I just need to survive this week (Especially tomorrow when I meet my math and account teacher, who, whopee, are the same person), and when Friday night comes Tristana (my Nikon) comes out and I'm snapping pics for Cutting Edge. Apart from that we have practices on Wednesday and Thursday, so that means every single night from now for this week is occupied.

Come, yes? Come and be blessed in, and in return be a blessing yourself. We're playing The Declaration, ahahah... When I first heard it being played by anybody but myself, it was like "Wow, haha, okay, okay.. Wow, haha", so you can get that I didn't really know what to feel about it.

Have you watched My Sassy Girl (English, not lame-ass Korean)? It teaches you that leaving things to Fate or Destiny or "Whatever will be will be" is simply the stupidest, most passive thing to do.

If you want something, you have to do something? Logic, yes?

ARGH STRGWTGR HOMEWORK

Legendary, or Lullabies

One word of advice, before I start.

GET ENOUGH REST BEFORE MISSION TRIPS

Okay, now! It begins! The tale of Dandun, Pitas.

Slept at 1am, forgetting that I would have to wake up at 4.30 to pack.

So I did wake up at 5 (haha slept woot!) to pack, albeit hurriedly, but I packed everything, nothing was forgotten, so there!

Set off to go McDonalds/Shell, where we were all meeting to depart as a convoy.

Went with Melvyn, who was driving Ps. Philip's car. I know, awesome right? WRONG. That car has minimal pickup. Heck, there were Kias speeding past us at times.

Was a bumpy ride when we went off road, we got lost a total of TWO times, which set us off schedule of course. Raining pretty heavily.

Started unloading everything off the cars in to the hall: medicine, towels, soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, brooms, tables; the like. This wasn't a regular mission trip: This was a medical trip, where we work together with the government to provide treatment for the interior dudes.

Set up consisted of preparing stations:

Registration>Height and Weight>Temperature>Blood Pressure/Deworming>Doctors>Medicine Collection>Goodies

So what was my job? I took pictures and helped out wherever I could. Pictures later.

After that went to the suspension bridge.

After THAT, went to play in the river. That was FUN, playing with the little kids there, splashing water everywhere. I think they love me.

Shower up, dinner.

Went to watch MU vs ManC. EPIC game... Last goal was so... Epic.

After that, went to eat porridge with Rachel Lee. Stayed up with her and random people till like 4.15. I blame her, it's mostly her fault.

Woke up at 7.15. Walk around like zombie awhile.

9.30 went to church.

Halfway through church, though, I was suddenly called to act for the children in a separate building. We did the prodigal son, and guess who that was? Me.

Went to set up Medical Centre one last time, then it was just helping out with the medical side of things again.

Left there at 4 smth and arrived back at 7.30. Woo.

Had dinner with mum, Kimbo and Melvyn.

That was pretty simple and straight forward. And that was just what happened.

Overall, the experience was amazing for me. As tired as I am (believe me, I'm dead tired. Do the math, and you'll see that I slept for an amazing total of about 7 hours in 2 days), I have to write down what happened while it is fresh in my mind.

I gave away to caps to two children there. Those actions, of course, garnered me a lot of attention from children bugging me for caps and candy, which I carried around at most times. It's a good way to communicate and make them do things.

Mum brought up two Canon Selphy printers, where we printed photos as my mother took them, put them in photo frames and gave them to the people. This was another good way to make them sit down and not run around (parents and children included), because it was pretty much chaos in that place. They were generally quite happy to receive pictures of themselves, though it did cause a bit of problem, which shall not be elaborated on.

The river was fun. Children were playing in the river butt naked, boys and girls together, and even when two sisters almost drowned, their friends swam in to help them and continued playing. Only me and Aunty Jenny dared to go into the water; everyone else just stood at the riverside and watched us. All I said was," You don't get to do this everyday."

I won't bother commenting on the football game.

The real fun begins at 10.30. The majority of 10.30pm-4.15 am the next day was spent at what me and Rachel-

Okay, pause a moment. I made a new friend, Rachel Lee. It's not true to say that I didn't know her before. I mean, we went to the same church and all, but we barely talked to each other at all. We both somehow clicked, being around the same age (her a year older than me), and at the camp we just hanged around a lot doing tasks together. In a way I'm glad that I got to know somebody that was around, but I never knew. Our families our kinda simliar and all too, but never mind, back to the story.

-referred to as 'Harry's Place'. Uncle Harry was my mum's friend who she invited to go in this trip because he's a super safari guy. He has a meanass car, and meanass camping gear to go with it. He had a box full to the brim with different types of instant noodles, a water boiler (camping style, no current needed), and all sorts of stuff.

Anyway, Harry's Place was where me, Rachel, Harry and two friends, plus two doctors for awhile gathered, along with the night-watch people. In the end, when everyone fell asleep, it was sorta just me, Rachel and Uncle Harry, and the night-watch for the hour (they took turns- Josh Siaw and somebody, Alvin and somebody, Eric Foo and somebody, Etc). Me and Rachel talked endlessly, made it rain on each other, looked at the beautiful night sky, made Ipoh White Coffee, while all the while talking with the night watch people and Darrell, and eating chicken ginseng porridge made by Uncle Jeffery. It was an epic night, and the memories are still there, but I can't be bothered to write it all.

I am EXHAUSTED. And I have an Oral test for my O levels tomorrow. Should I upload pictures? Nah they're on Facebook.

Now was it Legendary? The best part, though?

It brought me back to me and you, Ri. Funny, ain't it? It's where it all began.

Go again? Sign me up!