Desmond and Oh-MORE-Awesome Sylar.

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Aww!! Come on! as if I'd give up a chance to ramble on about how great Heroes was last night! (Well, two nights ago, but who's counting?)

*Heroes Season 3 Spoilers*

The episode last night (I'm not counting) was supremely awesome! I'm loving morally gray!Syler, and even more so when he leans towards the good!Syler side. And my word, do I love Cristine Rose, the actress who plays Angela Petrelli. Manipulative, scheming mother of the Petrelli brothers, and apparently, Syler.

From the first season when she was drunk!Angela, crazy woman who favored Nathan over Peter, to the manipulative head of The Company now... I've got to say I'm really falling in love with her.
First off, Cristine Rose is a superb actress, and she's made Angela to be a great morally gray character. And I think that Sylar protecting her from her crazy, stupid and should-die-now, youngest son Petey, is supremely awesome.
And HRG, well. I'm somewhat glad that he's still a jerk at heart. I swear, it's not that I love the morally-gray people, because on some level, they all are. But Sylar, HRG, and Mama Petrelli are really standing out for me.

Still... bad, bad HRG for trying to get rid of Syler. BAD. Just too bad I love you too much to want you to die.

And speaking bout bad, Adam Bad Monroe is bad... I mean, back. Sorry, that was my bad. (Shaymus: Oo! Bad joke Desmond. Bad joke. Desmond: Shut up and drink your decaf!)

And while 2 entries and a week ago I was complaining about him, I've gotta say he was great in last night's episode. He made the Hiro scenes bearable, and to a certain extent, enjoyable. Yea, yea, I'm disgusted by myself too.

I loved seeing Claire being a softie under the toughie exterior she's been putting up. Aww Claire, you're just like Uncle Syler, aren't you? You big ol' softie. Awww.

And her adopted-mummy-dearest was the toughest non-hero there ever was on the show.
And her birth-mummy-dearest was a good-enough tough-enough hero who became a victim on the show. (Yes, it's confusing, but watch the next episode, I hear it's good!)

Obviously our friendly-neighbourhood-snooze-fest-Mohinder was a bore. And it was kinda gross. Is he somehow manufacturing the sticky webs with his dead skin cells and chocolate milk? Seriously, like, eww. And I'm kinda sad Maya was stupid enough to be own-ed by him.

Still, this episode was a marked improvement from the previous ones. Everyone was more in-character, Syler, Angela and HRG stole the show, the major twists being laid out, and Peter was almost non-existent!! Now if we could get Mohinder and Hiro to be almost non-existent, that'd be great.

Desmond and the Tell-Tale Signs.

1.)When you realise you can't see the pretty pictures on your birthday cake through all those candles.

2.)When it's the same lift, and the same friends, and the same number of people, but with the addition of a distinct buzzing when you enter.

3a.)When you're laughing before the joke even happens in that movie.
b.) And when the disc of said-movie looks like it's been used as a spade at the beach.

4.) When you get friends to make space for your "new friend", Larry, who you insist is shy, invisible and light as a feather.

5.) When you take Larry for a cup of joe, and scream at the waitress, because she's so rude; "She didn't ask Larry what he wanted. She had it coming."

6.) When you have an "essay-shelter", where foolscap, books, and stationery are absolutely banned. Especially highlighters.

7.) When you start walloping people who use any of the following words: "He say", "She say", "I say".

And the Biggest Tell-Tale Sign of all.

8.) When you get Larry to make space for your new-new friend, Shaymus, who you insist is shy, invisible, and drinks only decaf.

Desmond and Oh-So-Awesome Sylar.

*major heroes season 3 spoiler.*

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To Mr Tim Kring,

Sylar has officially fought his way to the top of my favourite-heroes-character list.


When he first started out in Heroes-verse (which is Heroes-universe), I really loved him, because he was such a great villian, but I hated him because... well... he was such a great villian.


And now three years on, Sylar and Noah Bennett have really won me over. From the inner-struggle of "I love you both but you really need to die", to "PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE" and jumping like an uncontrollable fanboy when they come on screen... Mr Kring, I salute you. They are oh-so-awesome characters.

(Sylar abit more than Bennett..)

And here's why!! Last night on Heroes.... (it really isn't "last night" but it sounds so much better than "5 nights ago on Heroes") I got a glimpse of GOOD SYLER! (Edit: The scene was 4 years into the future. Bad Desmond, Bad, for forgetting to put that in. Because Present Syler is still, (awesomely), erm. inbetween. He's kinda still killing, but it's not really his fault. OHH Mr Kring, I love the moral greyness of the characters!!)

Honestly, We've seen good!Characters become evil!Characters over the course of this show, but never in a million years would I have expected the bad guys to turn good! Of cos Hiro could teach me a thing or 2, by time-swapping me a million years forward or backward, but we're not on good terms... so ain't happening. (Not in a million years.)

Good!Syler, or Gabriel Gray (his real name), is... OH-SO-AWESOME. "And your good Sylar-ken doll comes complete with the Bennet playhouse, mini Noah-ken doll, who is Sylar-ken doll's son, and Mr-Muggles-puppy-doll. And real waffles with maple syrup!!" (Edit: OH KRING!! Gabriel (Morally) Gray?? I should be rename this entry "Desmond and Oh-so-awesome Kring.")

The shockers keep coming!! Why is Sylar in the Bennet house? And why is his son named after Noah Bennett? And why do they get waffles and maple syrup without me!!! Well played Mr Kring, well played. You blind-sighted me. I'm looking forward to more of good!Syler and grown-up!Noah.

On the flip side Kring, I can't say the same for Hiro or Peter. They've fallen so far down my who's-it-List, they've made a hole at the bottom of my sheet. (I did say I wasn't on good terms with Hiro.) Seems like there's another formula at work. The stupidity and powerful one. The more powerful you are, the more stupid you become?? I'm going out on a limb now, but it sure seems the case!! (Edit: AHH. That's why it's not "Desmond and Oh-so-awesome Kring", because these characters kinda suck. No offense.)

But I think I'm wrong, because Sylar's powerful and he's not stupid. And so is immortal-vlogger Claire.

Oh I wish I knew Kring, I wish I do. Why are Hiro and Peter so stupid? And why is Matt in Africa? Why is Adam back?? And where is oh-so-awesome-also Elle?? And why why WHY is Mohinder still around?!!?

I promise to ponder over that if you promise to give me more Sylar, Noah, Claire, and Veronica-Elle-Mars screen time.

I hope we've got a deal.

Yours crazily,
Sylarrocks_lvl5 Fanboy.

PS: Oh! And more Niki/Jessica/Gina/Baba/Tracy whoever-she-is-now Ali Larter too please! Thank you.

Desmond and Shortbread.

I hate school, but I'm not in a tell-it-all mood now. So I'll just skip that part and go right on.

I love shortbread!!




Forgive me for the way I jumped right into that. Believe me, I tried alot of ways to ease that in, but sometimes... you've just gotta tell it all, just the way it is.

(Oh wait... what was I saying about some mood? Oh stink, I can't remember. It must be the breakdown of my brain from strenuous activities in school everyday.)

Anyways, I've loved shortbread since young. And yes, "since-young" has also been the age that I've started wondering why it's called 'bread' when it's really a biscuit! But you know the food-world... all the pretentious names for food. As if there are dogs in hotdogs, or tomatoes in tomato puree. (Incidently, check out this link about Celine Dion and Hotdogs.)

Not that I'm going to make shortbread, or expect anyone reading to, but I'm just gonna throw in 2 links to the recipes! Well, the first link was actually for the nice, pretty picture of the shortbread. Click the picture!

And this next one is because shortbread is commonly associated with Scotland and the UK, and so is the BBC! Ergo, I've placed the BBC recipe here too! (Ireland......)

And yes smarty-pants... I know there IS tomato in tomato puree.

Desmond and Blockbuster Whatever-day-it-is Movie.

Today feels strange. Nice strange.

It feels as if I'm holidaying in some country, and I've had a long day. And now, I'm in my hotel room, or resort, or (more likely) budget accomodation. Watching a blockbuster whatever-day-it-is movie. Sipping familiar coke from an unfamiliar coke can.

These are the times when you feel that strange, but nice, feeling. A concoction of sorts. Of the knowledge of the temporal, pseudo-reality that will fade in a couple of days (which you countdown to); mixed with the understanding that said reality hasn't arrived yet. Throw caution to the wind, for now.

I'll stay up late, because tomorrow I'm going to the countryside late in the day. The promise of a farm-life experience I'll never forget; that'll take two hours. Then I'll head to a local diner, for a taste of local food. I'll meet locals, and they'll smile and make merry talk of my foreign-ness. No one to know, no one who knows me.

But that's tomorrow.

Right now, I'll sit back on the couch, as I hear the sound of night play in my ears; in the background of a room that I'll know for but a few days. I'll recognise sounds of cars passing and sirens wailing that I don't recognise.

I'll feel the ridges on the sofa's fabric, my legs drawn up to my chest. Eyes on the screen; mind numbed by the activity of the day; heart falling desperately in love with the present, half-pining for the past, half-seeking for the future - a future that could be this. A future that should be, this.

I'll close my eyes, lean back and soak in the moment. This moment where my past, present and future become as fluid as the drink I hold. I'll feel it slip through my fingers, but I'm a willing participant in the spillage.




How sweet the sound of noise that I cannot understand. How much like silence is this noise.




Then I'll catch myself, snapped back into consciousness. Hotel room, blockbuster-whatever-day-it-is movie, coke can.

It's so late now. I thought it was still 10:01pm. I guess I was wrong. A few more hours to daybreak. I can't wait for the 2 hour farm-life experience, but right now... I wish daybreak could hold for awhile.

Desmond and the Mythbusters.

It's crazy crazy with all the crazy essays and the crazy readings, and if you're crazily wondering what this crazy person(me) is doing with the crazy repetitions, let me remind you crazy kids, because i've just crazily remembered it my-crazy-self, that my crazy blog name is 'repeatedly'.

So I guess I've the license to use the words over and over and over... oh shush, you get the point. -giggles uncontrollably to myself-

Sorry, what's that now? You want me to repeat that? Oh okay, you said, "redid that".

Yea, yea, I redid my blog.

Well not so much redid, but changed the template because everyone knows you have to change the diapers after it's been on too long.

Or is that really true?

K I don't know the answer, but don't panic. See my new favourite show (of the many which have just returned to the (american) world) is.... wait for it... MYTHBUSTERS!

Yea, it's crazy I know. Here's the lit student who knows zilch about science proclaiming to the world(wide-web) that he likes a show about science. To be fair, it's a show about science, about myths, which are like legends, which are stories, which is kinda ultimately like lit.

You should really check out the discovery channel, it's awesome. Deadliest Catch, Dirty Jobs... Starworld, it's time to hand over your star, because a new chanel has been discovered! Well, actually the star should have been handed over months ago, I've loved discovery for quite awhile now, honey(-star-world).

Mythbusters, you are like the legend-ary show of all shows!

Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman
Tory, Kari and Grant
And in keeping in line with lego-batman to the right... Lego Jamie and Adam.
Discovery Channel, everyday at 12noon, or at 5pm.

Track15.

"what do you read my lord?"
"words, words, words."

little snow globe
you hold little specks
of little hope

i take hold of you
hold-er of my
dreams, hold me

They take you away
A way for them
to bring away

They break you
Broken, from the whole
you were, at the break of dawn.

now there you lie
cracked, lying on the ground
the wounds don't lie

night falls
specks fall
fall fell fallen

"What do you read my lord?"
"Wor(thless), Words, Words."
track 15 repeat.

Desmond and the Cup.

First off, I would like to say I was so psyched to see Ireland on the cover of the Life section in the papers today!! WOOHOO IRELAND!

Okay, moment over. haha

Now, here's the entry that corresponds to the title.
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Desmond and 'Macksmugger'.

Macksmugger: (MEG-SH-MAH-GER) Refering to something terrible or overwhelming. As in "I hate school. It's machsmugger." OR "That guy is a real machsmugger."
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Under great stress, one creates new words to describe things. Because the crazy has to come out somewhere.

School has been kinda machsmugglish.

(: haha

I love writing.

Not the past-midnight-hour-crazy-rush-to-finish-my-assignment kinda writing.

And definitely not the waiting-to-be-graded writing.

Yep.

Definitely not the waiting-to-be-graded writing.
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I'm glad that september's here. All the dramas are back from hiatus!! Not to mention the new dramas coming up.

Better start picking out the ones I want to follow.

I'm psyched.

Desmond and the Valley by the Sea.

since i met You, DC Talk.

Desmond and The Re-Ronan-ing.

Man, it's been how long since I listened to Ronan Keating man. I remember his last album was such a let-down. Then I stopped listening.

Yea, so much for being a fan.

Listening to it now again makes me realise a few things. For one... some of his songs are cheesy. Second.. his voice really makes me reflective, or at the very least, very calm. Third, I really miss listening to Ronan Keating. haha...

keatingkeatingkeating.

You push yourself over the edge,
but my dear child,

what did you hope would happen?

the world isn't square, but it sure isn't
round either.

the blind-folded lady is hardly blind-folded.
her scales are tipped over;
the mighty sword smitten.

child, let it go.
Let stone and marble remain so,
let your green envy go.

your Sisyphean labour
is all in vain.
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Desmond and the Written Word.

what power lies in the written word?
if it shall be, that the pen is mightier than the sword,
then this pen has reached the end of it's worth.

if it shall be, that a picture is worth a thousand words,
then the frame might just as well be holding air

because this pair of eyes cannot comprehend what it sees before it.
every penned-phrase that takes the place of bloody battle
is washed white.

alas, white that's whiter than even snow.

word of man, word of man, you are disgraced, and denounced.
you lie in your latent form, powerless.
where is your sting?
where now the milk and honey?

you hold no sway over perception of the half-empty-full cup.

now, this house rests it's case:
No power lies in the written word.

Desmond and Okay.

Just feet away from her sister Maria's tiny white coffin, Shaohannah Chapman stood with her parents and listened as her daddy read a letter she wrote.

"I will see you soon, but not too soon. I hear the roads are made of solid gold and God waits for everyone. When you see that I'm coming, wait for me at the gate," he continued as Maria's pictures — smiling in huge sunglasses or sitting next to her birthday cake — flashed on two screens behind him.

Boy's plight remembered

The Saturday service, sometimes pierced by spontaneous laughter from the pews caused by funny Maria stories, also served as a reminder that another life, that of the teenage boy who drove the truck, has been shattered.

"I haven't always been a good brother," one of the Chapman boys said. "Just like my dad helped Maria, I hope I help my brother. … (God) healed Maria in a way we don't like, but he's going to heal (my brother) in a way we're going to like."

And then Chapman recalled how he tried to fight for his little girl in the hospital, how he told the doctors he needed to pray, he needed to save her.

"That's what you do as a dad," he said, his voice breaking up. And how he asked God for a sign to know that his daughter was OK, and the frustration when it didn't come. Not right away, he said. And then he found a card Maria painted but never finished. When he turned it around, it read "see."

"I heard her little voice and the voice of God," he said. "She said: 'See, dad, it's OK.' "

Full Article Here.

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It's so incredible to me, that You have so much grace and forgiveness for everyone. So incredible to me that You see us individually, instead of lumping us altogether. So incredible, that You can say, " it's okay child, the punishment of your sins have been paid for," even when we have given ourselves up as hopeless-cases.
Today, something reminded me of how 'practical' I am when it comes to You. How I cry out for Your presence, but take it for granted when You have so graciously given it to me.
"I could search for all eternity Lord, and find, there is none like You."

Desmond and the Idol 08' Finale.

Hahaha I know this is so ridiculous for a blog entry. but argh. Carrie Underwood is really really pretty and I'm kinda late for the idol finale bandwagon.. but here goes.

And in my opinion, one of the most enjoyable performance of the night. Michael Johns and Carly Smithson had so much chemistry. It was so fun to watch them.

Michael Johns.. way too early man. way too early. nice vest tho!!

Oh Carrie, even with the ridiculous scarf-cuff thing.

K, I have no patience to properly upload pictures, or to find them. Haha.. this will suffice. ARGH! Just like if you can sing, you can sing the telephone book and it'd be nice... If you look good with a stupid scarf-cuff thingy, you can look good in anything.

And one for David Cook, who sang a really nice song for his last night.. Dream Big. haha..

K enough already desmond!!
Up, up and away!!(:
e my Home.

Desmond, Jones, Wayne and Caspian.

It only dawned on me today that Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, The Dark Knight, and Prince Caspian are coming out this year!! And two of them within weeks of each other!!

Yes, I knew the movies were coming, but i didn't know, know, you know?

It is quite plain that I like Batman, like duh... But I have never said how much I liked Indiana Jones as a kid. I guess I forgot all bout him, until last year when I heard bout KotCS, and it sorta all came back to me.

Now... I did a fair bit of re-prioritising in terms of my favourite superhero, and I'm sad to say Batsy has been bumped to whatever number follows after Dr Jones. Hey! Indy's just way too cool to come after Batman.

And as a kid, I made my own whip, got my own Fedora hat (well, as fedorish as it could get,) and imagined myself as Indiana Jones' side kick, fighting evil nazi soldiers and the like, and piecing puzzles together. Then getting similar clothes to him, and not to mention swinging from one end of the stairs to the other. (PRETENDING to swing, by tying one end of my 'whip' to the railings, then running from side to side. ) Come on man, even the theme song is as timeless as the one from Starwars!

Yes, yes... I lived the Indy-high life.

And while I've never watched all the Indiana Jones' films, I've rewatched The Last Crusade so much I blew the tape. (k haha, i exaggerate, but you get the point.) Still, here's hoping that all 3 movies will be real good.

Don't let me down Jones, Wayne and Caspian!

Desmond and the Sayings.

Well. "There is a first time for everything."

(Oh my word. And it feels kinda strange to be typing a blog entry again after so long. )

I realised that this is the first time since I've started blogging (which is like eons ago,) that I've not blogged for an entire month. And just to clarify, I wasn't on the media fast. Altho I didn't do alot of things cos I kinda felt guilty blogging, and gaming, if there were others who couldn't.

Anyways, in keeping with the dishing out of sage-wise sayings.. here's one to end off.

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I can't phrase my story properly. Anyways it ends with "Monkey See, Monkey Do."

Well, Einstein did say, "Imagination is more important than knowledge." (Courtesy of Preacher from Morning service.)

And, you do know what they say about Imagination: "It's the best policy."

K. Fine. It's Honesty that's the best policy. And in lieu of that, the Einstien quote was courtesy of morning service AND google!!

Sayings are so fun! haha. (: night world.
(And I promise to blog better stuff than this heap of rubbish next time.)

Desmond and "I've Always Loved You".

I don’t know how to explain it
But I know the words would hardly do
Miracles and signs and wonders
Aren’t enough for Me to prove to you

Greater love has not a man
Than the one who gives his life to prove
That he would do anything
And that’s what I’m gonna do for you

Don’t you know I’ve always loved you
Even before there was time
Though you turn away
I tell you still
Don’t you know I’ve always loved you
And I always will

- I've Always Loved You, Third Day.

I know now, maybe not in it's fullest, but just more than I have known till now -- There is no one like You.

Desmond and the Westcoast Playground.

After believer's today we went to Mac's at Westcoast, and then we went to play at the playground. (like duh? hello?)

I've gotta say it was a whole lotta fun!! Even tho it was so dark and there was no real purpose, and it was just for awhile... But honestly, you have no idea how a dosage of childhood-nostalgia-blah can perk you up.

I think children play freely, only because they have no sense of time.. that one day they might have to grow up and have adult-responsibilities. But at the same time, there is an assurance at the back of their minds that they have time to spare. That they'll grow up someday.... but not today.

Haha, I can't believe believer's is ending soon. And I miss it already. Yea, I'm fickle-minded. (:
It's the fun I'll miss lah really. Haha, and even tho I dun have a picture to post, a few paragraphs will do lah. Afterall, they say, "A picture is worth a few paragraphs."

Plus I finished COD2 today, and I really really really liked it. Just appealed more to me compared to COD4, which was alot of fun too. But maybe cos I watched Band of Brothers and all the other war movies so I could relate more to the COD2 WWII era.

Fun FUN FUN! haha (: Oh well, good friday tmr! or today.
Up, up and AWAY! (:

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Maybe silly swivel-rides make me nauseous.

But maybe they make me happier than the world
that
sends
me
spinning
into
an unrecognisable heap of debris
lying in post-war ghost-towns .

Maybe I choose the giddiness of sitting high up in a rope-spiderweb
instead of
the shell-shock that grips me when the multitudes have
delivered their bombardment of stones.

I am battle-weary.
And maybe I need to be reinforced by
a Higher Order.

I need a victory; the wild joy of triumph.

I don't need to know the full extent of Your plans.
I just need to know You wouldn't send me without being there with me.

Maybe I rather'd You by my side.

You are my assurance in the fiercest of battles.
You are my comfort when I lie in my foxhole, beaten, trodden, and shivering.
You are the light of day when my eyes are blinded by darkest night, and I crave the relief of the morning.

I rather'd You by my side.
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Desmond and the Headache.

The last time I had so many bouts of headaches/migraines was in secondary school. Back then, it was at edge when I got healed of it.

Now a fresh new batch of headaches from Headache-land have arrived. Funny though, cos I dun remember sending an order for those. And you know how it is at Headache-land - they dun leave a Return-to-Owner address.

Actually it could be bullets and grenades in the WWII era, where I have been spending abit of my time recently. No kidding, flying shrapnel, explosions, and crazy comrades screaming questionable insults at the enemy, is kinda heavy on the mind. And the eyes.

And the ears.

Maybe that's the cause of the headaches.

hmmm.

I'm sorry Headache-land, for jumping to conclusions and tarnishing your reputation - because heartaches... I'm sorry, typo.... because headaches, are caused and not given.

(At least not given by Headache-land.)

Boy, I should really stop playing for a while. Haha.. ohwell.

Who do You say I am?

Desmond and Call of Duty.

I write in bottled emotions.
So tightly fitted on, so
Badly wedged inbetween.

Wanna is just a word.
Give it meaning!
In practicality.

Really.

But all's not lost
I say,
Will not a page turned, be a new beginning?
Go, find the strength to carry
On
Because My Lord is my Savior.
"You are my Redemption.
Already You have known my plea. You have

Made Provision."
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ARGH! I'm playing computer games now. How weird is that. And I dun mean flash games I play on my comp. I mean real ActiVision Games.

CALL OF DUTY!!! K no time to blog. Must. Play. Game. Must. Play.

Yea right. More like. Must. Sleep. Must. Slee.... zzzzzzzz.....

Desmond and the First Sorta Photoblog.

While they were at timor, we had our own fun with the guys' nights out, and with the Christmas Carnival. I just found it in my lazy-bum-self to upload the pics. (Also partly because my pictures aren't all that good. ) But I need a happy post, so, who cares... (:

The first time I ever went to Vivo was *DRUMROLL*

..19th Dec 07', Wednesday. (T'was a good day my man, a good day.)

Haha, it was also the first time I ate Carl's Junior™. Myword, I really stuffed myself that night. I rmb telling Elvin at work that I would starve myself for Carl's Junior­™, but I yaya papaya... I ate abit before Vivo. So I really had to force my food in.

Whatever fries this was. Haha, but seriously man. Solid stuff. haha. Man. I feel like a Carl's Junior™ NOW!!! ARGH!!

At the Crocs™ Store. Haha, we were all supposed to be at Vivo to shop, but only Ahtan left the place with his red(pink) crocs. (And almost 2 months on, after the many shopping trips, I still have no dark jeans or shoes which I wanted.)

Christmas Carnival:

The children's presentation.. Actually Jon, Joel, Jocelyn and a few others joined us for the adults one also. So fun lah. No pics for that tho.

Then we made our way up to the MPH for the carnival. Haha The next shot was a shot at being arty farty. You're supposed to see us in the reflection.

I failed. As you can tell. Haha, still Picasa™ makes for good coverups. hahaha..

Joel manning his soccer store. Just so you know, the youths sorta spearheaded this carnival, so we made all the boards and stuff by ourselves. haha... we thot we couldn't make it, seriously.

Plus we thot there would be no one at all. Cause the carnival was like 10 to 4. That's crazy lah. But look!!! There were so many ppl all the way thru!!


Afterawhile, we all started playing when we were supposed to be helping. haha Joash looks strangely like the guy on the board tho. Inspired by Joash.

Anyways, I'm losing my my own attention. Hahaha, photoblogs are really more difficult than I thot. (maybe it's cause you aren't supposed to talk so much after every picture.... HMMMM.) Haha.. So to sign off, here's wishing you a belated...

Ohwell. haha...

Desmond and Another 'Tomorrow'.

A song is breaking forth in my heart.
No words could describe what I feel,
but here I'll try:

For the times my shame swallowed all my faith,
Your grace caught me in its waters.
For the times my failure kept me hiding;
You found it in Your heart to lift me up again.

For the times my stubbornness
kept me bound me to my sin
Your persisting love abounds
greater than I could ever know.

And the world will know why I sing my song -
because You're the reason I face my tomorrows.

Desmond and the Failing Eyesight.

If tou do see amy typos, I kust wamt you to knoe it's causr' I can't see the krys on the keuboard. Everythinfs' a blur!!

...

Kay' so I'm full of nonsense.
Haha, argh.
I'm feeling kinda random today, so it's gonna be a random entry!

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Chickens have legs.
dahdahDAH!

i intend to use my phone till it's really koyok.
dahdahDAH!

i'm off on wednesday!
dahdahDAH!

i dun have perfect vision and i actually have specs which i dun wear.
dahdahDAH!

i wanted to blog bout my failing eyesight but this is as much about it as i will blog.
dahdahDAH!

chickens have legs!
dahdahDAH!

so do ducks!
dahdahDAH!

YAY FOR PINEAPPLE TARTS!
tarttartTARTS!!!!

HAHAH. RANDOM. (:

Desmond and the Sticks, Stones and Words.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

How much I want that to be true. But it's hard, because words can deal a wound that goes beyond the superficial; wounds that last longer than stone-induced wounds could ever last.

Does it ever happen to you? Something that destroys your mood, after you've just had an awesome, awesome, service or God-experience?

Well, it happens to me.

BUT.

I know that the words You speak over me, hold greater weight than what anybody else could say.
I know that my heart could lay bruised and battered, but You would put the pieces back.

"Why so downcast O my soul? Put your hope in God."

(:
You're the reason why I can smile in times like this.
Thank You Lord, You're awesome.

Desmond and The Point.

They talk about missing the point.

To me that is to do something almost entirely related to the topic at hand, but strangely, not realising that it has fallen entirely short of the actual point.

I'd like to think of it as being pitchy with regards to singing. It's like, hitting the note, but not entirely. So while there is a vague resemblance to the actual note, it is either short or long of the actual thing. (That is if 'pitchy' actually means that, cos I don't know if that is the real meaning.)

I think I might have missed the point God.
In all of the prim and proper-ness.
In trying to be the perfect boy.

I know I've missed the point of it all.

In my own desires that seem so right, yet were so wrong.
I know I've missed the point.

It's not the strength of my voice, or my hand.
Not the number of stars I can chalk up in some brownie-chart I imagined You have.
Not the way I've convinced others or myself that I'm clear of what I do.

Because I know I've missed the point of it all.

And it was always You. You were the point of it all.
You were the point of my worship.
You were the point of my prayer.
You were the point of my crying.
You were the point of my excellence.
You were the point of my love.
You were the point of my laughter.
You were the point of writing.
You were the point of my testimony.
You were the point of my giving.
You were the point of my struggles to be better.
You were the point of my conversations.
You were the point of my counsel.
You were the point of my confession.

You were the point of it all.

You are the point of my living.
You are the point of my sacrifice.

YOU ARE THE POINT OF IT ALL LORD.

I want to make it right Lord, and because You are the point of my change.

YOU ARE THE POINT GOD.

iTouch Desmond and the iTouch.

Just for the fun of it, and for the sake of updating my blog, I have decided to blog via iTouch! Haha it's quite hard to type using only two fingers... But the novelty precedes the hassle. Haha as I often say, OH WELL.

Anyways, I didn't do an 07' end of year entry where I sum up the year but I realized, and I hope you do too, that it would be crazy to write a long entry with the Touch. Haha btw, in the course of typing this sentence, I realized I can activate a magnifying glass thing by holding my, err... Finger on the screen. And in the course of typing that sentence, that there's a auto-correct thing which is kinda irritating.

K, anyways, one event of last year, that I think deserves to go down in the archives of my blog, is the day I got my iTouch. Without which, this ridiculous waste time entry wouldn't be here... 25th Dec. Oh kay, moment over. Just realized if you hold some letters, the variants of that would appear in a seperate pop-out menu.

K I'm done! And if you're wondering how come I spelt realized with a Z, it's the nosy auto-correct.

iTouch Desmond, up, up and away! (:

Desmond and the Clumsiness.

You think I’d have it down by now
Been practicin’ for thirty years
I should have walked a thousand miles

So what am I still doin’ here
Reachin’ out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit
I slip and fall and I knock my halo loose
Somebody tell me what’s a boy supposed to do?

I’m gonna get it right this time
I’ll be strong and I’ll make You proud
I’ve prayed that prayer a thousand times

But the rooster crows and my tears roll down (again)
Then You remind me You made me from the dust
And I can never, no never, be good enough
And that You’re not gonna let that come between us

From where I stand
Your holiness is up so high
I can never reach it
My only hope is to fall on Jesus

I get so clumsy
I get so foolish
I get so stupid
And then I feel so useless

But You’re sayin’ You love me
And You’re still gonna hold me
And that You wanna be near me
‘Cause You’re makin’ me holy
You’re still makin’ me holy, yeah

-Chris Rice, Clumsy.

I can't even begin to imagine how You do it. Becos, if it was me, I would have given up. A Long Time Ago.

Still, Your love runs so deep, it overwhelms me. I could turn to a thousand directions, and there You'd still be.

Waiting.

How do You do it? Why do You do it?

" Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness." -Lamentations 3: 22- 23

Desmond and That Banner of Love.

:)

You are beautiful, wonderful,
beyond the reaches of my mind.

You are great and awesome
beyond the depths of my understanding.

The thought of You delights me.
And so my heart says,

"Behold, my Beloved is mine!
And I am His!"

Your banner over me is Love.

(:

Wonderful, Beautiful, Glorious, Matchless in Everyway.

Desmond and The Happy Ending.

**** Spoiler for 'Enchanted' Alert *****

I watched Enchanted yesterday with some of the youths.

I've gotta say, during the first few animated scenes, I clasped my hands over my face, and thought to myself, "My word. A cartoon. What am I doing here?"

And a few scenes later, this thought struck me. "HEY! I used to like cartoons."

(Anyone rmbs the times I would blog about justice league? and x-men evolution? For crying out loud, my blog template is the stinking batmobile! oh man. And i'm wearing a mickey mouse shirt now! hahaha... )

Thing is, by the end of the movie, I knew for SURE, I'm a chick flick, happy-(predictable)-ending kinda guy. Sure I like my fair share of the emo-drama-days-of-our-lives thing. But there's something about a disney movie that reverts you to a state of 'almost-delusion'.

A state of regained hope in cartoons.

A state where, Princes marry Princesses they've only met for a day.

A state of child-like faith, if you must, in things that this world tries it's hardest to downplay.

(So the ending wasn't all that edifying... as jon and i were saying. but still......)

Happy endings make me happy. (Hence the 'Happy' in the phrase.)

And if anything, I know I have one with God.

:) Thank You for loving me.

Desmond and That Amazing Love.

My hope (must) always stand...
For You hold me in Your hands.

(:

It's desperation that brings me to my knees.
For the Only One that leaves me heart longing and satisfied at the same time.

Master, Be my Savior, be my Shelter, be my God.

You deliver me from my darkest chains, and the things that hold me back in fear.

He works in ways we cannot see, He will make a way for me.

And so I'll wait in brokeness, and in my weakness, for Your strength. Your joy, and Your freedom.

I couldn't love You more than You could ever love me.

Unending, Unfailing, Enduring, Faithful, Fierce and Unwavering...

I cannot think of any more words. But I don't need to.

Your Love Speaks For Itself.

Love that's stronger, Love that covers sin, and takes the weight of the world.

Take my life, for Your glory Lord. Cos I can't do anything more with it. Take over Lord, I've reached the point where my own strength couldn't take me any further.

Jesus, I surrender.

(:

Desmond and the Could Do Better-s.

-photo from esther's blog

"God... gave me... second life..."

I think I could do better, personally. Cos, "God... gave me(desmond)... second life..." too.
And the very least, I could be thankful in all things.

I could do better. I really could.

(: Help me God? Thank You.

Desmond and the Ulcer Hole Puncher Concept.

What a struggle.

I often bite myself when I eat. And thanks to my canine-vampire-honey-starred teeth, I keep giving myself ulcers. Yes. That is 'Ulcer', with the 'S'.

You see, when you bite yourself, your um... 'flesh' inside your mouth is pinched together, so it's kinda like one lump of flesh. One honey-starred teeth will pierce (ARGH!) the top of the lump, and the other honey-starred teeth will pierce the lower part of the lump.

Think folding a piece of paper into two, and then putting it through a hole-puncher. (ARGH!!!!!)When you do unfold the piece of paper, you get 2 holes, from one 'punch'.

Same concept ah, my friend, same concept.

What a struggle.

It's being placed through a hole puncher, and sometimes you're the one doing the punching and sometimes you're not. And there's just so many holes and ulcers and you're starting to think, "could your mouth ever be whole again?" Cos it does seem abit impossible. Afterall, it's yet another ulcer, yet another 2 holes in the wall of your mouth.

For that matter, is it even worth to be made whole again? Cos it seems that the same 2 holes could appear. The same cycle, the same fear of eating, chewing, and enjoying the splendid foods... the same food you've been desiring for days, suddenly turn into things you rather stay away from. Because a wrong bite could lead you to another ulcer. The Fear of the Repeated Ulcer.

What a struggle.

"There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love." - 1 John 4:18

I believe You're my healer.

What a struggle. Yes. But there's a good end, I know. What the enemy intended for evil, You'd turn it around for good. What my own heart lacks the strength to do, there is Your Spirit's help for me. What I struggle with, there is a Perfect Love for which my fears of failures must flee when faced with It.

There is the King of Love, Prince of Peace, Father, Brother, Friend for me.

I believe You're my healer.

Desmond and the Way to a Man's Heart.

People say,"the way to a man's heart, is through his stomach." If that be so, then I've gotta say this -- My heart has had alot of visitors recently.

Too much food recently. But you get the feeling don't you? When you're just in that mood where you wanna try everything. From the Takoyaki Balls that were marinated in water from the dead sea, (salty, lah), to the ramly that seemed rather impressively-made but was actually impressively-lousy after you ate it.

Though I ate none of those. I did eat a zin.ger meal, just cos i wanted cheese-fries.. As I always say, Oh Well.

But no matter... amidst the heart visitations, I've got One Person permanently there.

Even when salty takoyakis, and lousy ramlys come and go. Even when the 'extra' burger crowds out my fries. Even when my heart seems alittle bloated from the crazy non-food visitors. Even when it seems like it could hold no more, and it collapses under it's own weight. When the heart doubts it's own self, and the world...

He's still there. The Permanent, Unchanging One.

And You're all I need. And I can trust in You.
Keeper of my heart. Lover of my soul.
I can trust in You.

Desmond and Worship Camp 07'.

WOW.

And I'll say that backwards.

WOW.

It was so much fun. Staying overnight in church with people from region F. (Region F rocks.) Playing the Bom bom Chi chi Bom Bom Murderer Game, food, jamming with our super basic keyboard skills (Dot and Es!!) Learning our parts... and just like a big sleepover. Late night food, videos, and jamming.

And being challenged in the way I approach God in worship.

WOW.

I realised I am nothing. Not in my singing. Not in my half-past-6 keyboard. Not in my loving, or rather, lame attempts of trying to love people around me. I am so... nothing. I am self-righteouness. I am judgemental even tho I think I'm not. I'm so prideful. And in contrast with that, God is everything. Everything.

It was an awesome worship time, during morning service. Nothing to do with how well I sang, or the worship leader... or the band. But God just... showed up. And that makes all the difference.

More love More power
More of You in my life

I (wanna) worship You
With all of my heart
... my might... my strength!

I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough!!

I can't get enough of You. I dun want to be satisfied and complacent.

God, Oh God. Come and shake us to our cores. Move us Lord. Help us to love You more. Help us to be real.

Thank You God. For loving us.
Thank You.

Desmond and the Atmosphere.

I realised getting on the blogging bandwagon ain't all that difficult. It's merely starting with one entry, and if the mood and atmosphere are all right, the next one follows almost as quickly. Like how it's really the atmosphere of the sushi place that ushers the gyoza again and again into your mouth.

Nothing at all to do with how much you like it, or that you're actually just greedy.

Blame it on the Atmosphere, Man.

Still, I know bout the whole Live Earth yada, and yada... So here's something that I saw on my teacher's blog; something found behind the church door.

The atmosphere would give you a whole brownie point toward the LiveEarth cause. But no brownie point from God, that's for sure. (haha, k. kidding. God is so nice! Still... coming from a CHURCH. What an oversight! Sigh.)

But you should lock the door, and switch off the AC, the lights and fans and whatever else after use. Cos, the Atmosphere is really not in good shape. The weather patterns are really changing. What with the crazy weather changes in mere minutes from scorching to rainy. And global warming and blah.

You know what...

Blame it on the Man, Atmosphere.

Desmond and the Attempt at Randomness

I really can't wait for worship camp. Seriously. Haha, just so excited.

AHHHhhhhh...

Anyways, I've been struggling to blog recently. It's a case of Bloggers' Block. Something that has affected me countless times over the course of my entire blogging life. And it's kinda hard to be random, cos, while I admit I am random at times... I think real writing often has a motive to it.

Writing to build up, to tear down, as a release. Maybe I have yet to learn to write to be specifically random (which is most likely an art!)

I wanted to share a poem which we read in lit class once, Why I Write, but. haha I dun want to go down the EMO path. haha... so well. We'll leave it at the "..yet to learn to write to be specifically random (which is most likely an art!)" part! -RHYMES!

Ahhh. God is so good huh? (:

I know the week just started, but I can't wait for the weekends already. haha..

Have a blessed week, reader!

God is good All the time
He put a song of praise
In this heart of mine

God is good All the time
In the darkest night
His light will shine

God is good
He's so good
All the time

Yea You are. All the time. (:

Desmond and the Great Way to End A Work Week,

What a great way to end the work week. I had one of the most satisfying nets tonight...

We had a good worship session, and an honest time of fellowship over the testimonies and the lesson. And I felt really encouraged and edified, spurred on to really make a change.

What a great, great way to end the work week.

I really believe a new day is coming. And I'm so excited. :)

:)))))

Desmond and the Camp-like Week.

It's been an awesome, awesome week. Starting with my sister's wedding, and the fun of being in a suit, and all the wedding stuff...

Then john coming back, and spending time together on Sunday, at borders, where I realised me taking Lit, might be... a challenge. haha. The great mudpie, Ooo. YUM. and then going out with the youths..

Then the week of prayer and fasting came, and every single night was so fun. The sessions, and then the fellowship after that. I's been the closest thing to a church camp I've experienced in a long, long time.

And it was good.

I still rmb when I didn't go for camp one year... think it was my A level year. 05'. Someone actually said something along the lines of, "this would be the last time for the next 2 years that you can go. and I didn't want you to miss it." (YOU WERE RIGHT!)

At that time... I really thot I wouldn't be missing much. Now, I really long for camp. I still don't like camp games (cue readers' GASP!)... but there's just something about really soaking in God's presence the entire day and week that's just so satisfying.

With all the fellowship and fun you have just talking late into the night. Or sneaking into your fren's room and scaring the sleep out of him. (Er hem!)

What a great week! Thanks God. :))) and thank all of you who were a part of it... at the wedding, at service, and prayers every night, at dinners, and suppers.

How awesome was this week man?! (:

You and It.

I think I get the irony. The joke played on us.

The Sniggers of It. It's Sneer, and Sly Smile.
The Sound of It's Snorting as it laughs.
The Sudden turning and it's Secret Seductions.

If anything else, I know, I know.
I know.

That we need You.
I need You.

Come, come, and smite it.
Come, and shatter It's hold.

Son of God, Saviour, Strength to my soul, Sweet Jesus.
Come and Save us.

Save me.

Desmond and the Procrastination.

Procrastination.

Although I would hardly attribute my lack of blogging to procrastination, I've gotta say I've been procrastinating a whole lot recently.

What with wanting to watch HPOOTP, to wanting to start on 24 (Which I've started like 24mins of, and stopped,) to wanting to train for my physical tests, to jumping on the band-wagon of being afraid of the many china-made products... (OOooo. The horror of the chop-sticks. Ewwww.)

Still, while I've been successfully disturbed by disposable chop-sticks now, I still have not watched a minute more of 24; I failed my last physical test; and the closest I've gotten to watching HPOOTP is reading the book.

One may ask why I have time to read the book which takes like a few hours, (Alright, I lie. A few days.) When I can just get to W.Mall and watch the movie in like 3 hours.

That, my friends, is the beauty of procrastination, coupled with the fear of loneliness. You have no idea how many ppl would rather eat with disposable chop-sticks, then take action or be alone.

Still, the alternative to disposable chop-sticks are, well, regular plastic ones, so Some Ppl get the best of both worlds -- Procrastinate, and eat with plastic cutlery, in the presence of their closest friends.

I've got to say, I'm Some Ppl. I've got to put off deciding what to wear for Banquet 07', (going back to my roots...) I ate with metal cutlery, and with the Dear Region F. The F(atal Attract-ors), the crazy bidders...

I didn't bring my camera... It's spoilt. So I'll link you to Esther and Jon's blog... haha

Some of my fav pictures! From both their blogs. haha

(future) Chef, (ex-)Clubber, and (presently) Charcoal.
"We'll meet at the warehouse at 1030 tonight...." Everyone's smiling. :)

I really had fun. :)

Desmond and the New Day.

There's so much I could blog about. Just forming sentences after sentences in my head these past few days, thinking bout stuff... Sad things, real things, happy things, and the like.

Then comes one shower, and it's like I was taken and shook by the Holy Spirit. And you know what, "It's a New Day."

It doesn't matter my failures. It's a New Day.
It doesn't my problems. It's a New Day.
It doesn't matter my shame, and inadequecies. It's a New Day.

It's a Brand New Day, in Jesus. (:
And His mercies are new every morning.

--
It's a new day
Oh, it's a new time
And there's a new way
I'm gonna live my life

All the old has, passed away
And the new has come
Thank God, It's a brand new day

Lookin' back on yesterday
There are things that I regret
But I put the past behind me

And I never will forget
You have covered my mistakes
And my broken dreams

-New Day, Avalon.

Desmond and What God Sees.

I asked God to show me what exactly He saw, when He allowed for me to be put through a trial. When He said, "Ok, I give permission to let Desmond be put through that trial; that situation," what did He see me doing way into the future?

I mean the Bible says that God will not put you through something that is beyond you; His grace is sufficient for you.

In other words, what God saw was probably me coming out victorious, praising Him and His sovereignty in the midst of the trial. And He had that faith in me, to rely on Him and not give in or up. And so He said, "Let it be done." And in His head He thinks at the same time, "Cos My kid will come through victorious. heh heh..."

Doesn't mean that what He saw will come to past. It can. And it would, if we don't give up and keep trusting Him to bring to past what He saw.

But trust me on this, sometimes it's so long and daunting, and we start to give up. I've got situations I'm seemingly stuck in, and it doesn't seem to get better. For one, my right hand is like... has some skin defect or something haha. it's cracking and it's spreading. It's so easy for me to ask, "Why God, why like that," and trust me, I have.

And these situations sometimes are so overwhelming and you're just at the end of your road. You fail and fail and fail a gazillion million times and you think this isn't a way a child of God is supposed to be.

At times like these, ask God what He saw. And perhaps you'd see Him say, "ok, put him/her through that period of trial. Let him have a slip in his health; let her lose her job; let his friends turn against him.

Because I see way ahead, and I see him coming out victorious. I see her praising My name. I see a promotion in the spiritual realm for them. Cause I see him failing, but I see him pressing on and keeping his trust in Me."

So this entry is for those out there who feel they have been abandoned; those who feel so guilty that they have abandoned God; those who have no strength to go on making the same mistakes over and over again...

God saw many possibilities that could arise out of your situation. But He chose to focus on the one where you came through victorious and overcoming, and because of that, He allowed you to be put through it. Choose to see that same one, and press on. As for myself, I'm gonna press on.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Cor 12:9
"We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us." Rom 8:37

God, glorify Yourself in our lives. Every part of it. Amen.

Desmond and the Waiting Room.

There's just something about sitting at the doctor's waiting for your name/number to be called/beeped, that's just very unnerving.

I think it's the vulnerability one feels cause...

1. he's not sure when his name or number will be called. (The I-Can't-Be-Certain-What's-Next.)
2. he's not sure if he'll hear his name called, especially in that funny accent the nurse has. (The Will-I-Notice-If-It-Does-Come.)
3. he's not really keen on the entire waiting room of 40 patients knowing his name. (The I'm-Kinda-Afraid-What-People-Will-Think.)

Haha, I have so much I wanna say about these 'The-s', but I'm kinda lazy. And yes, I'm Kinda Afraid What People Will Think about my crazy thoughts. Haha...

"Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
:)

Desmond and the Abcess.

This is a jelly bean.
This is a top-banana-flavoured jelly bean.

Anyways, reduce it by half, and stuff it into the tip of my thumb... and voila. That's how my thumb looks like now.

HAHA... yes. I'm gross. Oh well. I've got quite a graphic imagination. so yea. haha...

Anyways hopefully I get more MC. HAHHA.. like Joash Onyx, The Stone Pokemon.

Give me the desires of my heart, Lord. hahah.

No seriously. :)

In everything God, You remain sovereign. Hallelujah!

Desmond and the People Watching.

I don't know bout you, but I used to people-watch. Still do now sometimes.

The thing about people-watching is that, you see people in their real moments... the moments when they think no one is watching, or they are simply too caught up in their thoughts to care.

You see the screaming kid, and their moms who couldn't care less. You see people who fall asleep suddenly, when the pregnant woman boards the bus/train.

And you also see the people who give up their seats for others.

The people I find myself sneaking glances at are the ones who have a certain, sad smile. Like that song, "the (person) with the broken smile." I'm so intruiged by what's on their minds, as they smile, sadly, at a baby, or out the window.

Are they usually smiley, but are sad that day?
Or are they simply "smiling through the storm?"

I wonder if God people-watches. Actually, He does. He sees all, and knows all. But I wonder what kinda people attracts His attention. I was thinking about this just bout 2 days back.

How timely that the message today hit on one point; us needing to be mindful that God is always watching us.

And I think that's the answer. The people who attract God's attention, are the ones who Fear the LORD. The ones who love Him and respect Him enough, to want to live unto Him and Him alone. The ones who seek to acknowledge Him in every corner and turn of their life.

Father, help me do the same.
To play only to an Audience of One.
Amen. :)

Desmond and the Awesome School Holiday Week.

Like I told my net... This has been an awesome week! EVEN THOUGH my parents were gone... this week felt like a sch holiday week for me. haha..

Recap!
Monday.
Work, then dinner at Elvin's place. Thanks to Esvin. That's Esther tan and Elvin. Nice and warm meal. Then some of them went for kbox. Home for me. haha

Tues.
I took off to work at home. Awesome I tell you. Then a very awesome prayer meeting. (argh vintage red!) Then back to work till bout 4am. It's been so long since I've stayed up... last time in college was cos of Lit Essays. Didn't think I would stay up this late again.

Wed
Boss called me to tell me to work from home on on thurs. HALLELUJAH! Then dinner at elvin's house. Stayed till pretty late, just talking. Then we called johnathan at 12 to sing him a solemn lullaby birthday song. haha.. happy birthday!

Thur
supper with joel, and an awesome day at home, doing work. HAHA.

Fri
Net and my family came back finally!!! I met onyx at net. the stone pokemon. (I choose you!)

God has been so good. To think I'd actually have home-cooked food even tho my mom wasn't around. and to think i'd have so many offs this week. haha, working from home. haha, I dun work the entire day. haha..

A big thanks to all that God sent along my way this week. To bless me in big or small ways. I appreciate the generousity, the company, and you guys. haha. Thanks for being part of an awesome week for me. best in a long time. haha.

i wanna go for camppppp. but still. thanks God! You're awesome!

Desmond and the Sure-fire Ways to Feel Good.

Uncle desmond's here once again, this time to share with you some sure-fire ways to feel good.

#1. Have a good, long bath/shower.

#2. Have a tub ( or more if you must) of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer, just in case.

#3a. Don't compare yourself with others.
b. Or if you really must compare, compare with an elephant. especially with regards to weight issues. you're bound to feel good bout yourself. (:

#4. Get non-see-through cups. If you can't see the water level, you'll never have to bother if the cup is half-full or half-empty.

#5. Watch a Korean Soap. Your life can't be as bad as the protagonist. If your life IS worse, the bright side is, after watching, you'll probably be too mentally exhausted to think bout your problems.

#6. Write a story. After working on it for 1 hour or so, you're kinda all floaty and ya-ya papaya, cos you think you're a novelist.

#7. Sleep. I love this method loads. Can't use it much tho.

#8. Play some praise/worship music.

#9. Hang out in church. And just. enjoy the fellowship of the saints. (:

#10. Know, and Understand, and finally Accept that you're a Son of God. Or Daughter. (Loosely quoted from Bro W during worship meet.)

I'mason I'mason. I'mason. (:
Haha. Ahhh. I rest in the shelter of Your Love.

Desmond and the Rejection Revelation.

I received 2 letters on Sat. One was from N.YOU.ES. and the other, N.TEE.YOU. I got rejected from the first, and an offer from the latter.

There's just something about a rejection letter, and so, here's how to differentiate.

1. An Acceptence Letter is often colourful; littered with reds and yellows and blues and greens and whatever other colour the mind can conceive.
The Rejection Letter has only black ink. Becos only Black can handle defeating the dreams of one hopeful applicant after another. Plus, black ink catridges are way cheaper than coloured ones.

2. An Acceptence Letter is heavy, cos there are brochures inside, telling you what you can with your new life.
A Rejection Letter is light -- just one piece of paper. No brochures to tell you what you can do, cos apparently, your life is gone. No need for brochures. (Altho I know that's hardly true. HAHA.)

3. An Acceptence Letter is long. It tells you things that you dun wanna know.
A Rejection Letter is short. It tells you just that one thing you didn't want to hear.

Haha, sounds cynical, haha, but I'm not oh kay. haha...

In all of it, God has been good to me. So very good. I mean,'bde' is hardly a good grade,but to actually get an offer?? It's testament that He is good. Plus, just cos I may not see the goodness, doesn't downplay the fact that He IS good.

And He has good plans for me... :)

Desmond and the Inter(esting)views.

That's it. 2 interviews down in a span of 4 days. N.TEE.YOU lit, and N.AI.YEE.

Honestly, I think the interviews could have gone better. Haha, I dun really speak well. And I'm reminded once again of a certain day in college where I made that point clear to many ppl. :(

That said, who I am doesn't define who God is. :)

He's bigger than I'll ever know, smarter than I'll ever know, and sees further into the future than I could ever see. He'll know what to do with my life, even though I dun at this point.

Haha, NEEways, still waiting on the replies and all. (oh God, please. haha.)

(please give me a car, and a license, and maybe a van cos i only just realised yesterday just how much cheaper diesel is compared to petrol. i mean i knew it was cheaper, but that much?!

and maybe while you'll at it, maybe i could have a 9 mth leave from the ES.EH.EPH. and not need to go back for rhee-sur-veest..)

thanks God, You're the best!

Desmond and The Un-stumble.

Father, please forgive me
for I cannot compose
the fear that lives within me
or the rate at which it grows.

Struggle has a purpose
on the narrow road you've carved
Why do I dread my trespasses
will leave a deadly scar?

Do they see the fear in my eyes?
Are they so revealing?
This time I cannot disguise
all the doubt I'm feeling.

What if I stumble? What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?
Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble and what if I fall?

What if I stumble? What if I fall?
You never turn in the heat of it all.
What if I stumble? What if I fall?

I hear you whispering my name, You say
"My love for you will never change"

- DC Talk, What If I Stumble.

Ah. You turn up and blow me away... Even in the times I don't expect it, the times I dun see it coming.

I'll trust You.

What could I do,
What could I say?
But offer this heart Oh Lord
Completely to You.

- Hillsongs United, The Stand

Cos I have nothing else to offer to You.

And the surprising thing is, God, You'll actually take it. As messed up as it is. You'll actually take it. And You make it Yours, and You'll craft something worthy out of it. You say, "I'll take it," and "It's paid for." Then You'll work hard on it. Day and night.

Oh the love you have for such as us.

Thank You. I love You. I love You Dad.

Desmond and the Heavy Breakfast Theory.

Amy Green (to Joey who's finishing a pizza) : "Uoh oh oh, a moment on the lips, forever on the hips!"
...
Joey : "I’M CURVY, AND I LIKE IT!"

-Friends, The One where Rachel's Sister Babysits.

Ever since I got back from TW, I keep having these crazy moments where I start raiding the fridge and the kitchen, and I'll keep eating and eating. Then at other times, I wouldn't even eat at all. Needless to say, I think I've gained weight since I came back.

I think the deal is, I know I lost weight in TW, so at the back of my mind, I keep telling myself it's ok to eat abit more. And over time, the over-compensated eating leaves you with more weight. That's why its not good to skip meals. You skip breakfast and lunch, and at the end of the day you say to yourself, "Ok, I didn't eat at all today. So to reward myself at dinner.........................."

I can't rmb who it was I had the theory with, in JC, that eating a good breakfast helps cuts down the need to have snacks and a heavy lunch throughout the rest of the day. I think that theory really works.

Ah.. food. Singaporean's Struggle man. The love-hate relationship.

Still, to quote Joey, "I’M CURVY, AND I LIKE IT!" Although it's more like flabby. haha..

Desmond and the Visitor at Work.

I met Fabian at work today! Met him for lunch... haha, you can't imagine what a breath of fresh air that is like. To have a friend from church be at your workplace.

In Sec sch, I had Joel with me in school, and sometimes we'd walk home together, and it was a really nice feeling.

In JC, Joel was there with me for first 3 mths. We saw each other every day, cos sat and sun we would have services also. Then after first 3 mths, i had the luxury of having Col and John be with me. John left after J1... (which was a big bummer)... but thank God Col was around!

Haha, it was awesome to have Col with me in Lit tutorials, cos it's just nice to know that when you're being grilled with un-answerable questions, you can count on your friend not to be laughing at you, but rooting for you. And though my other friends were probably rooting for me too, it's just different you know? haha...

In fact..... Col, the first person in this list actually refers to you!! haha.. I was in such a terrible state that period . But just knowing that one of my closest friends was really literally pretty (ok, this is very bad english haha) close to me in location really helped me along. Rmbring that I'm accountable to God for the way I dealt with things. That I'm a christian.. You made JC feel like a church activity. HAHA, at times la. I really thank God for you, sis! :) (haha. awwWW. haha.)

Then, since I've been posted to my workplace, I've had Elvin to talk to online. Seriously, that's been a crazily superb relief. To be able to reach him in the midst of my busy busy, dog-eat-dog, work... is like being handed a firm stick when you're in quick sand. It's such a nice feeling to have someone who isn't out to dunk your head in the mud, to get to the top. It's like, even tho I can be abit insane when talking to him, really our conversations keep me otherwise. Elvin keeps my sanity in check. haha, thanks man. I also thank God for you... you're like hot cocoa on a cold night. haha.. :) ( AwwwWWw. haha..)

Of cos in JC, 'cousin' amanda, and 'bus-buddy' hannah were also God-sents. haha.. how could i leave you guys out. hannah you gave a feel of the family of God too. and manda, haha, you gave me a feel of 'cousin', haha, plus cos you knew joel too, and the fact we were like peas in a pod. haha..

I know this entry has become like a shout-out... haha, but its strange that I only realise today, how good God has been to me in this area. It takes a visit from Fabian to my workplace to make me realise how blessed I am. To have someone from the family of God with me every step of the way. Haha..

I dunno how to say this, but I love that we're a family of God. It really means alot to me. Especially when I see you guys out of church. Not just the ones I mentioned.. but everyone. I get the feeling of home in church. And that's what it is.

I LOVE THE FAMILY OF GOD. Really I do. I guess this is the Being a Family thing we've been talking about recently... haha.

Well, God's been there with me every single step of the way too. That awesome awesome God. Thanks God. :) I love You. You never left me, never will. Thanks Father. :) haha..

Such a long entry, but whatever. haha, I think I'll look back on this entry one day, and smile.

Ahhh. thank God for church, for the saints, for my brothers and sisters in this great big family of God.

I'm a happy boy. haha

Desmond and the Lapses in Self Control.

That's it. I made the mistake of trying follow NBC's Heroes by reading the episodes online instead of watching them. (cos i didn't think i have the time/energy after work.)

One thing led to another, and I decided, "just one episode on TV will suffice". 3 episodes later and now I'm hooked.

Ah, the stupid stupid things we do, despite telling ourselves we shouldn't.

"ok, no more eating after 7pm."

"ok, desmond this clock says 7:05pm; your watch says 6.57. Since your watch is more personal, we'll go by your watch," and within the next 3 mins you stuff yourself with as much food as possible.

Then you realise you can't stuff that much in 3 mins, so you start resetting your watch 10 mins back.

"okay la, since everytime at 7 you struggle to stop eating, we'll push the cut-off time to 8pm." And it never ends. (Refering to the compromising, not the snacking. Okay, maybe on some level the snacking too. )

I think once we start to compromise, it's like inching our way towards the quick sand. You're putting yourself out there. And yet knowing all that, somehow we'll still so stupid.

At least I'm so stupid.

Thank You Father God, that for all my dumbness, You're so smart.

Desmond and Desmond (The Uncle Version.)

I've resigned to the fact that I'm an Uncle. Yes, yes, Uncle Desmond... who, in the crazy non-reality of the tuition centre, is the coffee/tea/me-maker.

Uncle Desmond, who wears ah pek slippers and carries an umbrella on a really rainy day. (You know that's just good sense?!)

Uncle Desmond, who is so predictable when it comes to clothes that friends who've known him just 3 weeks can go into a shop and pick out the clothes he fancies. And yes, the clothes are 'Uncle' clothes.

Friends politely refer to them as 'Mature'. Still, they're not any more subtle than a gun-shot in the bank.

Bang bang! ("Shh, I'm robbing the bank, but I'm trying to be subtle," says the robber.)
Bang bang! ("Shh, I'm saying you're like an uncle, but i'm trying to be subtle," says the Say-er.)

Nevertheless, its been said that elderly have years of wisdom. So Uncle Desmond will now dish out some words of the wise.

#1.) When you're going overseas, no point bringing your phone unless you
have auto-roam.
#2.) Always bring your shaver. If not the "monkey-face" insults
that the kids at kindergarden used to scream at you might become too
literal.
#3.) If it's rainy, it's good sense to bring an umbrella.

This is Uncle D, Out! :)