The One With The Heatwave..

YEE-HAH!!!

Riding the waves, the Heatwaves! Up and down, up and down -- usually staying up for longer.

To the some of you who know, or who have caught me online.. I was sent home from that place on mon. I want to say 'God-forbidden' to show how wretched that place is.. but God's definitely been in that place with me. The only friend and family that could stay with me through it all.

Anyways, I have 2 more days mc from the polyclinic, which means this week I dun need to go back. Of cos I can't leave my house, but 'get-well soon' visits are welcomed. If you are unable to come, its ok. Cash would be the alternative option; just mail it to me.

haha.. i swear i'm not usually like this.

-in mock hysteria- ITS THE HEATtttttttttttttt. THE FEVErr i tell you. The FEVEEER!!!!!!! get away from it!!!! it will kill you!! it will kill youuuuuu!!!!!!

Anyways, its a thunderstorm out there now. I like rain, but not lightning and thunder man.

The One About Victory.

His victory that is.

Before I went in, I was not as nervous and scared as i expected to be. I knew it was definitely God, because come on... Like shared in the previous entry, ( The One About Defeat), I'm afraid of even cockroaches. And all those other things. And going in is a much bigger issue than most of them.

But really, God really sustained me. He knew beforehand what was going to happen. He knew everything in and out. Prior to going in, I was starting on Psalms for my QT. I'm very irregular la btw. I confess. But anyways, I decided to start on Psalms, and one day before i went in, I reached Ps 20.

That was the Psalm that sustained me. When I read it the night before, everything just felt so right. So throughout those 2 weeks, i just kept reading that Psalm over and over again, assured that God saves. And He did. I'm not saying it was a breeze. For the others, they came out after one week, or after 4 days for CNY. For me there was no public holiday, and i went through the entire 2 weeks, feeling really defeated some days. God sustained me, and calls home everynight (cept' one night) kept me going.

Thanks to all who msged me and all. You guys kept me going. I really missed you guys alot alot alot. Thanks for praying to a God who hears, and held me each day. ARGH! I'm almost in tears when I think about His goodness; sending me help, being who He is, and giving me ppl to bothered to pray.

May the LORD answer you when you are in distress; may the name of the God of Jacob protect you.

May he send you help from the sanctuary and grant you support from Zion. May he remember all your sacrifices and accept your burnt offerings.

May he give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans succeed. We will shout for joy when you are victorious and will lift up our banners in the name of our God. May the LORD grant all your requests.

Now I know that the LORD saves his anointed; he answers him from his holy heaven with the saving power of his right hand. Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.

They are brought to their knees and fall, but we rise up and stand firm.

Oh LORD, save the king! Answer us when we call.

Ok, the last part doesn't really speak that much, but the essence of the Psalm spoke so much to me. Haha.. I'm really tired and black (really really really black) so I'll stop here.

But not before saying this -- God is faithful. Really. If there's anything about the big N which I've gotten out of, and i really really love, is that it brought me closer to God, and made me love my parents and family more. Everything else.. haha, really doesn't excite me that much...

JESUS!!!!! I stand amazed amazed amazed. THANK YOU. THANK YOU, for loving me. Please help me.

Amen.

The One about the Defeat.

If you know me, you'll know I'm a boy (soon to be man.) who is afraid of alot of stuff. Crazy hyperactive dogs, like er hem, you know who. Speaking in public... and cockroaches. To name a few...

In my defense, i'm not afraid of big, quiet, stoic dogs. Yizai, on the other hand, is a big, stoic-looking dog, who is alittle mad, i've gotta say. I'm sorry John... since that day he wanted to eat us up, he has join the dog brigade of hypercanine i wish to never go near in my life.

Haha, you get the point.

I've always tried to confront my fears. In genting camp a few years back, we went to the theme park. I sat only 3 rides, and i was out. Altho, out of those 3, my favourite was the spaceshot, where you sit in these seats, and they plunge you upwards into the air.

I do try and confront my fears. Even public speaking. The classic story of me, wanting to confront it, in a school assembly. I ended up stammering away. I will always remember how i started.

"GOOd......... AFTernoon....... Sir. I am........... Desmond........ from 04A**."

That's not a swear word btw, its to hide my true identity. Haha.. Mygoodness, I made a fool out of myself. But i try to face my fears.

Out of the many fears I have, the one i can never face is the (K)ockroack. I tried once last year; i sprayed and sprayed and sprayed like there was no tmr for me, if the cockroach lived. Fortunately for me, tho the cockroach survived after the psycho-spraying, i still had a tmr.

Last night, I saw a cockroach in my kitchen. You see, normally, I would leave it, and go to sleep, or wake my mom up. But I thought, what better way to face my fears than to kill it? I folded newspapers, and I threw it at the roach. But as it is, I'm not good at daytona, tank-destroying games, and I'm a bad shot. I missed TERRIBLY.

The next 30 minutes, was spent, walking around the house looking for bygone or mortein(?), NEITHER OF WHICH I FOUND. Judging from the way I used it the last time, and still was not successful, my mom probably thot, why bother. So i walked up and down the house, perspiring at 2 plus, saying to myself, DESMOND YOU CAN DO THIS.

I finally got the mop, and i started to whack the fella. It was running around, as i kept nudging it, and i finally turned it over, but i couldn't bring myself to step on it. Not out compassion mind you. Fear. Haha.. Anyways, i kept going. Cos it flipped itself over.

"Come on Desmond, You've been perspiring, and walking around for almost 30 min. You're not gonna waste all of that by backing out now."

So i kept nudging it. Until it ran behind the dustbin, and i nudged it. AND TWO. Yes, that's ONE, TWO, cockroaches came scurrying out. Needless to say, I went scurrying out of the kitchen, defeated.

Arh.... the grossest thing about cockroaches is that apparently, they can survive an atomic bomb. Now that's scary.

Ok, sorry this was such a long entry. It will probably a really long time till I next blog tho.. till then, Batman, and Keating Rocks.

Batman and Keating!
Up up and away!

The One About the Cheese.

Ok, this entry is gonna be disgusting, so if you dun wanna know about blood, cheese, and rash just dun read, and check back a few weeks later. I mean it.

Seriously.

I'm too irritated to be joking.

Ok, so you're really gonna do this? Ok. Then don't judge me. I'm only human, and I have rashes, blood, and the occasional bite of cheese everynow and then.

Haha, who am i kidding, i love cheese!!!

Not anymore tho.

You see, I've always loved cheese, since i was a little boy. I ate sliced ones just plain, and i ate cream ones like sweets. But i had a problem. (apparently, i still have.) i was allergic to cheese. If i ate too much i would get rashes.

Over the years, somehow, its stopped, and i've enjoyed cheesecake, pasta, pizza and the whole shebang like america loves to hate simon.

Well, I'm taking a shot here, cos I dunno if it really is the cheese, but I've been having rashes SO BAD these few days. I scratched myself in my sleep till my skin tore. IN MY SLEEP!! My goodness, I wore gloves last night to sleep, so i wouldn't do it again.

Anyways, being in church the whole day made my skin really dry, i supposed it tighted and well, its really bad, cos i've got a whole line on my skin that looks like the guy from Wolf Creek hacked my hand. And it hurts.

Well, suspicions arose yesterday, when i realised i started getting a bad rash again aruond THUR. You see, i've got really sensitive skin. Dust gives it a few hours rash, cheese used to give a day rash when i was young. My face is bad -- you would think puberty would have ran its course already. And everything gets worst if i have not enough sleep.

But i rmbed, on wed, after results, i got a bag of Ruffles Cheddar Cheese, to treat myself... Usually its sour cream, or bbq, but i thot, why not. I ate the whole bag on thursday. yes by myself. i've never done that i swear!!

Anyways, my rash starting coming around then, and i didn't realise till sunday. I ate cheese with bread a few days later, and JUST NOW, like 30 MIN ago, i FORGOT, and ate cheesecake. I'm paying for it, cos i just got a new rash area.

AND ITS SO BAD, my skin is tearing, and i'm bleeding, and its not as bad as it sounds, but its not that pretty too.

Oh, last night at power night, when pastor rajan was preaching, i joked, saying to God, "Hey, how bout the rash?" and immediately Ps Rajan said, "God wants to heal those with skin conditions."

Don't ask me why i didn't go out for prayer. I just didn't tink it was that bad!!

Woe to cheese! ARGH! Bring me the calamine........

The One With Ronan's Birthday.

Oh yay! Finally something that brightens up my week. Its Ronan Keating's Birthday!! Ok, before you get all judgemental, saying he's not the best voice, and he's not gonna read my blog (a sad sad fact.) and blahblahblah... I would like to say I deserve to have something to blog about, after hitting a new 'dry'.

So here's to my favourite singer... Happy Birthday, and you're growing old. Like seriously. I see wrinkles man. Just don't stop singing... :) and how bout a backstage pass the next time you come over man.

Ok, so the collage is quite bad. haha, it just doesn't look like what i see in my mind. too bad then. angel is the Queen of this man. anyways, i actually agree he isn't the best voice around. haha i always thought so to those who dunno. Elliot!! The best male voice around!! haha... Katherine is the best female... not her voice tho.

Yea, anyways, haha, its just that mr keating is a family man... and that's rather rare in the entertainment world. Its the same way i like Lisa Kudrow alot. I wanna be a family man too. Man, I even planned the number of children i'm gonna have, and their names already. I also have my impression of what their personalities are like.

Its just nice to be in control of your life for once, even if in some future you know probably won't happen, becos you can control nothing in real life.

Anyways, that's a really far off sidetrack. Haha, talking about keating. Well he doesn't have the most powerful voice around (VOTE ELLIOT!), but his tone is really nice and soothing. its like woodpeppermint's cure on a really sad day. Its abit rough too.. haha, i love rough voices actually. its like you wanna reach down their throat and scratch the voice.

Melissa McGhee and Bucky both have rough voices which I really like.. just that they have so little screen time prior to top 24 round.

Ok, anyways this entry is supposed to be about Keating!! Happy Birthday Ronan Patrick John Keating (that's alot of names. if i only have 2 kids, they are gonna take the names of their other siblings that i had in mind but never actually had.) Not the greatest voice, but definitely my favourite singer..

The A One.

Thank You God. =)