The one with THE outing..

Today, the P3 had a outing. haha.. Ok, we bought clothes. I bought ONE item. Haha, which, well, i sorta like, but i feel sad about. I mean, its alot la!! Okay, away with the desmond's-rich garb and garbage. I guess, we're all rich cos we have all our material needs met.. and we even have some of our wants met, which makes us richer. Its just wise usage and saving.. and yes, my tummmy helps loads when it comes to money spent on food -- I have reserves.

Neeways, well, hmm.. going out with the P3 is fun. Its amazing how God pieces friends together, how we have such different styles and thinking, yet we're such good friends.

Well, on my way to town, which is a rarity btw, I met all kinds of people. Weird people. Weird stuff, wanted to share it with the bloggers! I met this guy, who i seriously think has a orientation problem. As in, super zhar boh sandles, a toe ring (can you believe it?!) and. the ultimum. A HANDBAG!!! its not exactly a totally lady-looking bag. It just that you know its a handbag, and he's carrying it like one too! I read about handbags and guys walking hand-in-hand (literally; as in the guy and the handbag walk hand in hand, not the guys walking holding each others hands.) on the catwalks. But i still can't come to terms with it. I mean, handbags should steer clear of men. honestly.

OH but wait! There's more! If you read on now, we're throw in a indonesian maid and her boss, ABSOLUTELY free! Yes, you heard me! I actually saw this guy who looks every bit the old horse-betting, 4D buying uncle with kids who've just got out of the U, being hugged and touched by this woman, who looks every bit an Indonesian maid. If i rmb correctly, and its not my imagination, they spoke to each other in malay. And he got a call and spoke hokkein. And they were just touching each other, falling in each others arms, ON the train. Like Uncle? This is a family form of transport. Get your own cab, or car, or bicycle.

I mean, no judging by appearance, i know. But, geeeeeeze. Haha, yucks. haha..

Anyways, gotta say, orchard today? Not as bad as i imgained. I hate town if you guys know me. Really scorn it. Despise it. My soul refuses the very grounds of orchard!!!!!!! Ok fine, i went there today, not before dropping at wrong places and walking into all places.... one can seriously tell i'm a totally westmall, JEC, Lot 1 boy. (btw, check the lot 1 sign on the mall itself. it looks like loti as in roti loti) THe furthest is JP. NO orchard.. i break out. I fizzle and turn to dust!!

But today was rather ok. At least it wasn't very very crowded. Not as crowded as the bus ride home at least. I didn't even realise i hated town so much till i got out of somerset, and realised i was breathin heavily. Come on stick with me, dun think crooked. As in, just like the feeling of being trapped and suffocating.

Yup. its the anti-town-bodies.

K.. my day in orchard. I would have drawn pictues to accompany it... but oh well. Fingers are accusing me of assulting them. NITE!

TOP SECRET FILES: AGENT DES TO RF P.I. AGENCY.

On the night of 26 November 2004, Friday, I, Agent Des set out on a mission to trail a bunch of youths, from a mysterious organisation called Region F. For over 3 hours, from 7pm to 11pm, I followed them with my wits and fast reflexes, as they swept through Singapore -- Old Airport Road, Zion Road, and Commonwealth to be exact. Shown below is the evidence of their food-devouring manner, and the extreme fun they acheived in the 3 hour duration.

Ready Chief? ( Disclaimer: Chief here is a fictional character, any resemblence to any one living or dead is purely coincidental.) Photos are in chronological order, with the exception of some.

FOOD FOOD FOOD!!  

Not really a PI situation, cause they already know the PI, me, Agent Des. But Chief, you say just find out what they doing, never say can't join them. Don't sack me. 

See! Chief, food devour-ers.  

Chief! I suggest that you treat the agents to the richly flavoured desserts after we finish our latest case. 

MMMMMMMMMM. Subjects shown here are downing lots of food and cheng tng. 

Yes waiter, here. Sorry Chief, following them made me hungry too.  

This photo shows the subjects as full and satisfied. But i gather that the 'fullness' lasts not long. 

Yes! My subjects are smiling for my evidence. RF P.I. Agency finally has photos with the trail-ees smiling at the PI. haha.. 

Smile Smile!! We are the Gambette boys. So they say. haha.. I mean, no 'haha'.  

This is proof of their fulfilment. We're going home now!! =) 

 

The one with anticipation...

You know, today's edge sermon was so good. Really. I mean, it was about unity and all, but i don't know why it hit my heartstrings (such a nice word! haha..) It was a highly reflective sermon, at times too reflective that i didn't hear parts of the sermon. But still.. i guess what was preached was what i had been sub-conciously thinking about so much these few days.

Jeremy said something about Living for the moment. Then i thot of like, what Caleb was doing the day before they finally went in to the promised land. You know, like, he knew it was coming.. and what did he do the day before? Like, 85 years old, did he rock in his rocking chair, smoking and drinking jim, cool and calm about everything.. or did he take out his sword, polish it, keep on reminding his children, descendants, that they were going in to win and take over the promised portion bound to them.

I think he did the latter. 85 years old, still highly energetic, hopeful, confident, just waiting for the morning to come.. I guess he couldn't sleep at night.. tossing and turning. All becos he believed in the moment. Believed the promise of God. SO MUCH so that it compelled him to such excitement, to such faith.. and confidence of taking the land. I bet he did a count down after they were denied the promised land for 40 years. He must have had some calender thingy that went like 10354 days to the promised land.

He must have done all he could to prepare.. and i know he did prepare.. cos he trusted God so much so much.. and he knew the moment was coming. All this becos he trusted, he knew that God was faithful.. and he believed the moment.. the payday for him.

I then thought bout my own life.. like, i know my payday is coming.. my moment.. our moment. I mean God promised us the harvest. We may not know the actual day.. but we know its coming.. infact, its already amongst us. I realised that if i'm not excited about it, i dun do anything about it.. then it shows one thing. I don't trust God alot then. My faith in Him, in what He says, well.. it isn't all that strong then. And without faith it is impossible to please God.

Haha, then, after i realised that, i realised that i wasn't listening to jeremy anymore.. haha, so i started listening to sermon again. haha.. but a good reflection huh??

Payday's coming people.. let's rock this nation for God. Imagine, everywhere you turn to, you can't turn away from Him. that's what we want isn't it? A sister once told me about how in Canada, every street has one starbucks. EVERY STREET. Like, Jurong West st 43 has one.. 42 has another one. You can't run from it. Imagine that for churches that preach the God of the bible.. that's sold out for Him. WOW.

WOW. Honestly. WOW. So amazing.. we'll be practically living in one big church. Cos everywhere we turn to, God's there. Drug addicts, runaways, the brokenhearted, the drunks.. no matter where they try to run, they can't hide from His presence. They will turn from their wicked ways and to Him.

WOW. Payday's coming.. let's start working..

The one about Singapore Idol..

Okay.. Olinda's out. I'm not really afected bout the results, altho i wished it was Taufik that went out. I mean, i know he's good. i admit. Just.. dun like him.. and NO. Its not cos he'a a mat. I sorta thot Oldina's voice is really powerful..



But today's Sg Idol felt weird for me.. cos all these weeks i've been looking forward constantly to Daphney's performances, and well, today she wasn't around, and Sg Idol just doesn't feel like Sg Idol anymore..

Tsk, tried to add something to my blog but it turned awry. Haha, anyways, the Official Singapore Idol Website . Okok.. Up up and away!! See you folks.. btw, my re-exams are coming, Mon to Wed.. Please pray hard.. =)

The One with the drama serials.

Ok, we're drama crazy. More specifically, The Champion crazy. We're groupies. haha, was saying on a error-ed entry yesterday, that we were rushing back yesterday after prayer meet to watch The Champion.

haha, bad ending. Really. I thot they tried to force a good plot into one episode, cos 21 or 22.5 episodes serials are so not possible. At least they think its not. Must be 20, or 50, or 60. Just not 23. or 27. You get what i mean. haha, so it became a squeezed finale, which had so many loopholes.

Okay, just to show that i'm a drama buff, i wanna say i knew Jinxiang and Apple would end up together long before yesterday. Haha, i'm drama-pyshic. haha.. Yea, lots of other plots were not expanded, like Zengkang, and Anni; did they stay in sg? And yilin, how far exactly did she go to show she was sorry? Kaixin and Jiajun didn't have a proper closure to their r/s. AND the Hai Ou, or seagulls. COME ON!! Viewers wanna see how malu-ed they are by their lost.. that's what makes a series good. Haha, we didn't see no flying fish poke fun at them.

The biggest downer has gotta be Kaiwei, Jing Wen and Yixuan. Sigh, i know its a vote and its a fresh idea, it doesn't go beyond like, after we know who goes with Kaiwei, we dunno whether they will get married or what.

I vote Jingwen. She sacrificed too much. She's a nice girl who i tink, deserves something good in the serial. I mean, stop making her so pitiful Mediacorp scriptwriters..... father dies, sister disabled, brother always kena beaten up. if no boyfriend somemore.. man. haha.

I really think we should petition for a second season. haha..

The one where its 3.22am..

I got to bed early last night, bout 11.15pm, hoping to have a good long night rest, and to wake up early and all. BUT, my mom walked into my room for don't know what, and just walking alone woke me up. I actually really dislike people walking into my room when i'm sleeping, when they don't sleep there. I can't stand it, but i've learnt to live with it.

Thing was, my neighbour on the floor above was making soooooooo much noise. I don't know if its because of Ramahdan being over, or whatever, but its like, they kept rearranging the furniture. I mean.. that's like at 1.00am in the morning la! And they kept jumping ard, pounding their feet; either they have elephant steps or they are just out to irritate me, which btw, i tink the latter is true.

And its not the first time; in fact, it has happened so many times before, really, and its really pesky. Sometimes, i get so mad i feel like cursing them. Recently I've learnt to bless them, haha, by praying they get richer and move to somewhere else, or have enouhg money to soundproof their floor. BUT tonite, tonite... tonite, it was really ARGH. I mean like.. stop it. really. STOP.

Arh.. can't stand them.

So here I am, making a short entry..

The one with senseless poem.

I rmb the funny poem we had for our lit mid years. I'm inspired to write one now...

The murdocs.

The murdocs are a funny race,

Of pointy ends and rounded face!

Employed when needing form of light

Then sacked quickly, erased from sight.

Their selfless act; kamakazi-styled,

Brings them face to face with enemy ground.

Scraped and scratched, and deformed, no less,

The only tribute? A blinding arrest!

After cuffed together in a bundle,

The murdocs are mistreated; left in a mangle.

In the void! In the black hole!

They've served their purpose, and they were bold.

But the only recognition they receive,

Is but merely a blinding release.

Poor murdocs; they leave great legacies,

But none pay attention to their painful histories.

No one knows the murdocs' importance,

Nor of their deaths, which, should be reveranced.

They are but passing lights

In the vastness of night.

Used and thrown

Their contributions unknown.

I named them Murdocs in my poem

But Matches is what you call them.

-desmond.

Crazy enough?? haha.. its a movement which i call the "Remember the matches" movement.. haha..

The one with the beautiful song.

Ever felt as though you've failed God? Failed ppl? Failed everyone and yourself? Ever felt like a big fat failure? Ever felt so shameful that you screwed up?

..when we give stuff up, there's this certain strength that comes. Think about when we give it up.. but to God, what kind of strength comes. His JOY. His strength.

Don't ask me how.. I never know. But I'm always awed. My God is an awesome God..

I keep forgetting that great Love. I keep looking towards myself and see the failures and the nonsense and unworthiness in me. Do we forget that great Love has conquered all?

"Hey, I'm still your Daddy you know, I can still make things happen for you!"

"You don't have to understand why God loves you, you just have to know."

How true that the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

...be able to love God with an attitude as such. To give without fear of losing.

Cos in Christ, all unworthiness and class and ranks have been dispelled."

--from feb to april.

I give this song to you guys out there who are going thru times you don't understand.

And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall...so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live..

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain,
then Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live..

Come to Jesus, Chris Rice

The one with the random thoughts.

Random. You know? Like boom, bombshell drops. Boom, chicken pie crust crumbles. Boom, the blue pen's leaking? Haha, random.

OK, i got my results back man. Haha, all glory to God, who knows i'll prob rot the hols away if i dun study. Yah, I'm taking a re-exam, to get my shot at passing just one more A. So O's people, if you're reading this, which you shouldn't be, i end prob later than any of you. I end on the 24th. Pretty much stinks that i end the latest, cos last year when i took my Os, i was the last one to finish too!

But you know, as the saying goes, which i might add, is a really really true and good saying... nice guys finish last. Haha, yea.. what to do.

You know, i got this eye prob. I've been having all kinds of probs with it. So yea, i missed edge... again.

I'm thinking what else to say..
thinking...
still thinking..
ok. I'l stop telling you i'm thinking cos i can't think and type simultaneously.

Ok, I guess i'll say that i don't know where the Great Monsters sweet came from, cos my parents didn't buy it. Someone gave my brother, and GASP. Yes, i took it without asking. - weak smile - My cousin gave him, think quite a few.. I really don't know la, my cousins have this weird ability of whipping out all sorts of funny sweets from funny places.. not as in take out from their hair or fingernails kinda funny places. As in, i have no idea where they buy it from...

Anyways, i give up. I'm taking so long to write the entry today, when i usually just write, write and away.. random thoughts are no way easier than structured focused ones.

I'll end by wishing colleen a happy birthday. Be blessed..
Haha, a first in my blog!! Pink coloured fonts.