| Monday, October 30, 2006 |
| Free Hugs Campaign |
This brought tears to my eyes the first time I watched it!
All the Same by Sick Puppies
I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly
I don't care no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually
What you'll do
I don't mind...
I don't care...
As long as you're here
Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same
Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
And in between it always seems too long
All of a sudden
And I have the skill, yeah I have the will
To breathe you in while I can
However long you stay
Is all that I am
I don't mind...
I don't care...
As long as you're here
Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's always the same
Wrong or right
Black or white
If I close my eyes
It's all the same
In my life
The compromise
I close my eyes
It's all the same
Go ahead say it you're leaving
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same
I like the line in the song that says "I'll take you for what you are" and "Wrong or right/ Black or white/ If I close my eyes/ It's all the same". It's what I believe in too. See, I used to see the world in black and white. Until I almost lost my best friend because of some disagreement. It caused me to begin to realise that my point of view wasn't the only right one in this world, that many people have different points of view and that they aren't necessarily right or wrong. I began to really try to put myself in others' shoes and it's helped me to understand why people do certain things, how they sometimes don't mean to hurt intentionally. It's become easier to accept and love and forgive. Sometimes it doesn't work as well because I simply can't imagine why.
But I know one thing now: We are all human, and in our humanity we are all the same. I don't mean that Christians are the same as non-Christians or that Asians are the same as Caucasians or whatever. I know that we all make mistakes, but that God loves every single one of us. Saint or sinner, black or white or yellow or brown or blue (believe it or not, there are people who have blue skin due to something in their blood - I forgot what)!
Sometimes I pass by strangers and I wonder, "What's their story?" No, I'm not immune to judging others. I just feel that people shouldn't be boxed in by their colour, nationality, career, sexual orientation, gender, or even psychological condition. Not that these things aren't important as a part of identity. People should be taken and loved the way they are - the way God loves them. A person ought to be loved at every stage of his (I shall omit "his/her" here because it just looks stupid) life, no matter what he has or has not done, or who he is. Why? Because he is human. And he is alive. A person ought to be loved whether he is right or wrong - I believe that only in the freedom of non-judgement can people truly transform miraculously. A person ought to have someone who has faith in them no matter what state they are in.
I can say this now because I now live in freedom. I'm really thankful that I've had people in my life, apart from my Abba Father, who have loved and believed in me when I wasn't worthy of their love or didn't feel the least bit loveable, and didn't have faith in myself.
Anyways! Had my first exam today. I overslept and rushed to the venue in a cab - actually I was kinda worried there'd be a jam or I wouldn't find a cab but I prayed and so got a cab within minutes of going downstairs and it reached the place really fast too! I actually missed out two chapters and only realised minutes before the exam. Shujuan lent me her notes (thanks girl :]) but I barely read them too. Anyway, I was thinking, oh, heck it! He is my safety net. He doesn't make promises for nothing. So I have no need to worry. :)
After the paper me, Shujuan, and Luke went to Coffeebean for breakfast...at 3:30 PM. Lol. That's because they serve breakfast all day, and both me and Shu felt like eating breakfast food. I lurrrve all kinds of (Western) breakfast food. Eggs (scrambled, hard-boiled, soft-boiled, sunny side up - I love them all!), ham, sausages, pancakes, toast, and whatever else people serve up for brekkies. We were looking at their pictures and their sets looked pretty small, so we ordered an extra set of waffles. Overall it wasn't very nice (I think my scrambled eggs are nicer) but it did satisfy my craving. The sausages came kind of wrinkled and dry too. [Cue dirty jokes]
Thanks to Shujuan again for your presents. Thanks once again to everyone who gave me something or wished me happy birthday! I'll try to post some pictures up, but I'm really very vain and I don't look very good in some of them xP
HUG HUUUGGGG!!!!
(Ok, I'm hyper! Hohoho. It is the joy of the Lord!)
(I wonder what shampoo the guy in the vid uses. His hair looks so shiny and nice. :D) |
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| Saturday, October 28, 2006 |
| Funny video about NTU lecturer feedback |
Super funny. We should all start doing this man. :D
Now, back to the books! xP |
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| Tuesday, October 24, 2006 |
| Watching: Prison Break |
(You have no idea how distracted I got searching for this picture alone! =P)
Ok. I admit. I started watching Prison Break only because of that. I first saw this picture in the TV guide section of 8 Days and it was really fascinating because all they said was when this new show called Prison Break was going to be shown. And there's this picture of a guy whose torso is covered totally with tattoos and the thought that popped into my head was, "Is that some of kind Guinness record thing?" Like for the biggest tattoo in the world or something. Which is quite silly really. Then there came the barrage of ads on TV for the show, which informed me that those tats actually contain blueprints and information for breaking out of prison. And that guy up there (Michael Scofield, played by Wentworth Miller - yes what a weird name!) had held up a bank to get himself thrown into prison in order to spring his older brother (Lincoln Burrows, pictured squatting, played by Dominic Purcell; the brothers have different names because Michael took his mom's maiden name), who's been framed and due to be executed for supposedly killing a Very Important Person - actually, the Vice President's brother, but does anyone really care? I thought the premise of the plot seemed really interesting but also really complicated, and so I actually missed a few episodes (I think when it premiered on a Thursday night I was out for Bible Study, which I must say is more interesting anytime than any TV show or movie!). But I've been watching it the past few weeks, after they kept repeating the ads and I got more and more curious about the incredibly arresting and intense gaze. Ok. I admit. It was just because of his face, alright? I mean, look at that face! Actually, to my shock and amusement, when I finally googled his name, I found that he has tonnes of rabid female fans and that "Wentgasm" has exploded all over the internet (pun intended, heheh - that is a word I saw a fan use, btw). O.o I didn't know the show (and Wentworth, who has a very interesting story of his own) was so popular because it's still been pretty low-key here despite all the advertising. I don't even know if anybody I know watches it! Anyhow, it's really a very engaging and exciting show. I think it's the kind of show that people who like C.S.I will enjoy for the cerebral intrigue and unravelling-the-mystery part. There's also lots of action and adventure and blood-splattering (he's already lost two toes for offending someone on prison), and then you have the dynamics with the family and love relationships. I find the whole government conspiracy stuff (revolving around how his brother got framed) kind of cheesy though. But it adds a whole lot of suspense and more opportunities to foil the poor fellow's plan, which happens every episode until the finale of Season 1, actually. I feel kind of bad for all the psychological pressure he must be under everyday in prison. He has to watch everything and everyone (lest he offends them or they backstab him) and he must manipulate the few individuals he does forms meaningful relationships with, like his cellmate; the prison warden who acts like a surrogate father to him; and his love interest, the female prison doctor. Then there are also the really awful criminals he must take along with him when he makes his break because he needs them for some reason or other. Actually, isn't the whole premise of the show a moral issue? Is it right to do something illegal to save your only living kin in this world? Is it right to jeopardise the lives of innocents for that person? Does the end justify the means? Are people essentially good or bad? There are issues of identity and fate too - are we the engineers of our own lives, as Michael (incidentally a structural engineer) attempts to do, or are we pushed and pulled by forces we can't control, as Michael experiences when his well-laid plans are foiled again and again by people and forces outside his immediate control? I also think he is willing to sacrifice and risk so much to save his brother because for most of his life his identity has been indelibly tied to his brother, who raised him after their father's death. So saving his brother is, really, saving himself, because he wouldn't know who he is without Lincoln. Of course it's all subconscious and it doesn't mean he loves his brother any less. (Haha ok the Comms, Psych, and Lit student in me is taking over!) Am I glad I'll never have to worry about these things, because He'll bring me out of every impossible situation. And all I have to do is rest. Which, incidentally, I must go and do now! xP |
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| Monday, October 23, 2006 |
| The promise of the rainbow |
Genesis 9:12-17 And God said: "This is the sign of the covenant which I make between Me and you, and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations: I set My rainbow in the cloud, and it shall be for the sign of the covenant between Me and the earth. It shall be, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the rainbow shall be seen in the cloud; and I will remember My covenant which is between Me and you and every living creature of all flesh; the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh. The rainbow shall be in the cloud, and I will look on it to remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth." And God said to Noah, "This is the sign of the covenant which I have
established between Me and all flesh that is on the earth."
I had a bad day today, for no particular reason at all. Sometimes I have days like that. When I wake up cranky, and all manner of foul thoughts assail me. When trying to cheer myself up with the goodness of God just seems stupid and cliched. When I would rather just simmer in my little cloud of discontent which actually made me feel like playing Dungeon Keeper, which is this game in which you play the bad guy and get to destroy the world. Along the way you also get to slap some of your minions and chickens (food for your slaves) to death. So not cute and innocent at all. I played this game in my teens and actually finished the whole game. Which is not very surprising because back then I was depressed and angry. Depression is extremely sticky. I'm not even talking about clinical depression here - just a general mood of futility and inadequacy that creeps over your head out of the blue.
I asked myself just now, "Is not God still good?" and I knew He was. But the next thought that came was, "So what? It doesn't change the way I feel now." When I checked my email I got some stupid Friend updates from Friendster telling me which of my friends had added new friends, photos, testimonials, or changed their profile. Which all seemed really dumb to me. It was only out of boredom that I clicked through someone's pictures - and what do I see? A picture of a rainbow taken at the Niagara Falls. The very same place Pastor spoke of a few months ago, where he had seen a rainbow there himself. Suddenly it all comes back to me; I had been feeling rather lost then, I had been looking for reassurance, and that had been it.
Things have changed so much since that day. I know I am different inside. I never realised it until now, but for years since I became a Christian, I was like a man who had been shown the land of milk and honey only through the windows of the house I lived in. I was told that I could go there if I was good. Until then, I could only watch and yearn. But I was never good enough. It got to a point where I thought that Christians were really just like anyone else, that we tried to live differently but yet never really were transformed by the love of God, that we lived broken still. This was what I saw in myself and others. Stories of Christians whose lives had been totally turned around by God, gradually either became like air-brushed fairytales to me, or unattainable happiness. Either they're fibbing or I just didn't have what it took. Perhaps I never would, because I was never disciplined enough.
And then this year, I heard a message new to me, and made perfect sense - that I didn't have to try to be good anymore. I had already been made good in the eyes of God when Jesus was cursed for my sake. That when God the Father looks upon me now, He sees Jesus, and this is why I am righteous, holy, and complete in Christ. That this is true no matter what I've done or what I feel like. It was as if the windows in my house had been thrown open, and light from outside now touched me, and I could smell the sweetness of the milk and honey. I could even go out and live in it, if I so wished.
Yet I am still human, and the accuser still tries to deceive and steal even when he knows he is defeated. So I have bad days where I hide in a corner of my house and forget that the windows, and door - are already open. Still He reached out to me today, in the personal way that He always does, and gently reminded me of the promise that was already mine.
(Never thought I'd say this but) I read some beautiful passages in my Media Text reader the other day:
To make a promise is to say 'yes', to make an affirmation - yes, I promise (to tell you a story, to love you forever, to quit smoking, etc.) - constituting a kind of opening to the future. A promise always marks an inauguration: in the act of promising, one promises to inaugurate a process that will lead to the fulfilment of one's promise in a time to come. [...] I could not say to my son, 'Yes, I promise to love you and look after you for as long as I live', and expect to have done with it. After saying 'yes' to my son I would have to say (without necessarily having to say it) 'yes' again and again, over and over, each and every day, throughout all the days of my life. There would never come a time (when he was 18, for instance, or 21, or became a father himself) when I could say, to him or to me, that I have kept my promise and so now 'I no longer have to love you and look after you'. It doesn't work like that; no promise does. When you say 'yes' you always have to say 'yes' again. You could never say on your wedding day to the person you were marrying, 'Yes, for now'. Vows don't have use-by-dates, even though we know many marriages end in a broken promise: they don't conclude, they just stop... [...] There is nothing prior to this inauguration; no one can be forced to say 'yes'. I could never say 'yes' to my son out of a sense of paternal obligation or because of any social pressure to feed, shelter and care for him. Class, gender, history, national spirit, cultural tradition - none of these is a condition of saying 'yes' to your child or the one you marry. To feel a duty or an obligation to say 'yes' would not be to say 'yes'. A yes that was not unprecedented, which was not absolutely originary, would not be a 'yes'. Even so, while every 'yes' is originary, it always has to go on being said, it always has to be repeated: its originariness does not fill it with presence. If when you say 'yes' for the first time you are being genuine, you have to keep on saying 'yes'....'You cannot say "yes"', as Derrida writes,' without saying, "yes, yes"' (VR, 27).*
There's no treasure at the end of the rainbow. You can't even find the end, because it has no end. If even men can understand the ongoing and unconditional nature of a promise, what more God Himself? He's placed us right beneath the rainbow, and that's where the treasure is.
*Lucy, N. (2004). A Derrida Dictionary. Oxford: Blackwell: 161-167.
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| Monday, October 16, 2006 |
| "I forgot I am flesh." |
I'm back!
Last Friday, October the 13th, was my 21st birthday. I know it's common superstition that not only is 13 is an unlucky number, and Friday the 13th is doubly unlucky! Personally, I think all superstition is rubbish, because I am greatly loved and protected! I need not live under unnecessary fear of the unknown. Evil has no power over me. :)
Well, I celebrated my birthday with my parents, Sheena and Hannah. After Bible Study on Thursday my parents picked us up and sent us all to my home. Celebrations included a lot of bubble-blowing and sparklers. (The sparklers were kind of lousy though, they gave out a lot of nasty-smelling smoke and only the red ones looked red.) I know, so kiddy right! But I feel young! And these things are so fun.
Had a really good time that night, even though I did nothing crazy or extravagant or out-of-the-world. We did very tame things as described above and looked through silly old pictures and videos on my laptop. We also shared two tubs of Ben & Jerry's ice cream! Haha! Hannah had to sleep early because she had school the next day. Then Sheena asked me to pluck her eyebrows (my first time!). It was pretty weird at first since I was for the first time in my life deliberately inflicting physical pain on someone else, but I got used to it at the end and I think I did a pretty good job!
Oh, on Tuesday I watched three movies: The Departed; You, Me, & Dupree; and Death Note (in that order). Three very different movies really. I think in the first I heard the most vulgar words I've ever heard in a month, and between the first and the last I saw enough people die onscreen than I've ever seen in a year! Haha...not to say they aren't good though. I think they're all worth watching. My favourite was The Departed - I liked the fast pacing and the emotional dilemnas of the two main characters. A lot of people die in this film, but unlike typical blockbusters, it actually is important to the plot that these people died! Dupree was very enjoyable and unpretentious. The last was absolutely freaky. I'm sure everyone has seen the ads on TV, so I'm not gonna explain the plot. But if you're an anime/Jap-related stuff fan, better to check out the original anime on YouTube - it's got better plot and characterisation. Probably due to the longer amount of time afforded for such things in a series. :)
Lastly, Thanks to all my friends who wished me a happy birthday (belated or not), by phone, SMS, or email. Next Tuesday I'm gonna be having a little BBQ too.
Now that I'm 21, I actually feel just the same. I've already blogged about this, and it's late, so I shan't talk about it again.
Anyway, the title of this entry actually has nothing to do with my birthday, but I know my loyal readers would surely want to know! xP
The title of this entry is actually a line in a testimony shared by Pastor today. He was reading aloud a testimony from a Japanese lady, who recounted as she stood in the wonderful mansion God had given her that she "forgot I am flesh". There's just no way to paraphrase this line - it's wonderful even in its grammatical error (it should be "I forgot I was flesh"). I don't know if she meant it that way when she wrote it, but it's true - I am flesh. I am flesh all the time, whether I am conscious of it or not, whether I like it or not. When I say this I mean that I am a spirit encased in flesh 24/7. I was not flesh yesterday and spirit today.
I forgot I am flesh. Such a simple, quiet sentence, with no flowery details or bombastic words. But the ideas impregnated within! It just blew me away. I can't find the words to explain it, and why it's so profound to me, and yet makes so much sense. Inexplicable, ineffable. I think it's poetry all on its own. Sometimes what is not spoken or seen is so much more powerful than what is tangible.
Now I would like to live each day as if I don't even know that I am flesh, or have flesh! It's doubly hard when PMS strikes, which I think it did a couple of days or so ago. On my birthday week, some more! (Haha, sometimes Singlish just expresses it so much better.) Last night I literally stewed a long time under the shower, brimming over with negative thoughts. But suddenly, a thought came to me (probably from God!): Every moment I spend being happy is a moment spent victorious, because God wants me to be happy.
To elaborate, I think this is what Paul meant when he said to rejoice in our sufferings. We know we can be joyful no matter what the circumstances are because we have hope in Christ, which does not disappoint! I think when I realised that, I had my own moment of forgetting my flesh.
The (good-looking, well-dressed xP) man sitting beside me in service today raised his hand for the altar call to receive Christ. I was so happy I actually felt like shaking his friend's and his hand and congratulating them, but I didn't, of course. It's such a joyous thing to witness someone giving their life over to Christ, and to know that God was knocking on his heart while I sat, oblivious to it all. To be honest, his presence was a bit distracting. The seats in the auditorium are pretty close together afterall.
The last time someone near me responded to the altar call, it was a lady sitting in front of me on the floor. I had been feeling very blessed because someone in the VIP section had actually given up two seats for me and Sheena, and I thought of giving her mine, because it's terrible to have to sit on the floor when the place is too crowded. In the end I didn't, and felt a bit guilty for it, but was comforted when someone eventually gave her a seat too. And I was really happy when I saw her receive Christ too!
The funny thing was that in both cases I was thinking about both people and being distracted by thoughts of them before they both raised their hands. Weird, ain't it? Coincidence? It's not even like I knew whether they were already believers even though I detected an aura of "feeling a bit uncomfortable" from both of them initially.
Ah, nevermind, it's hard to explain and I have to go and sleep already. Good night! :) |
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| Thursday, October 12, 2006 |
| Look what came in my Spam |
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| Thursday, October 05, 2006 |
| Things I've been known to do in the process of doing assignments. |
In no particular order, and in varying degrees depending on the context:
1) Check my email obsessively. Even though there is nothing to see.
2) Check my blog obsessively. Ditto.
3) Check other people's blogs obsessively. Ditto.
4) Blog more than usual.
5) Lurk in "Appear Offline" mode on MSN, because I cannot concentrate if I'm online there, even if nobody messages me.
6) Play Neopets games.
I think that's about all! It's been quite a productive day today though, thank God! :) Have a testimony to post, but not today. I think three entries in a day is really excessive. But I have so much to share! |
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This blog probably takes the award for Most Links Ever...
Learn about anamorphism - the art of creating distorted images that are visible only when viewed in a special manner. Links to pictures are contained within the article. If you just want to see pictures, click here to see the sidewalk drawings of Julian Beever and here to see those of Kurt Wenner.
Nobody's Watching - supposedly a reality TV show about a pair of buddies, Derrick and Will, who approach a TV station to make their own sitcom because there are no funny sitcoms on TV anymore. But in reality, it's a sitcom about a pair of buddies making their own sitcom. Watch the pilot here...I think it's funnier compared to the other videos (like this one), which are still funny but funny in a stupid way. The whole idea is brilliant, though. Someone most probably involved in the production posted videos of D&W on YouTube, making some people think these guys actually exist. And then they set up a webpage which is supposedly made by D&W themselves. They create a MySpace profile. They even appear on the real Emmys as fake valets in an attempt to get on TV; but they're really pretending to pretend to be valets on TV! Oh man. I really love this idea of pretending to pretend to be something! Actually, they never insist that D&W are real; they even have a forum on their webpage in which someone reveals the actors' real names. And then you see that some people really thought that D&W were real people! Haha...a TV station making a sitcom about two guys trying making a sitcom. It's totally postmodern! The idea of breaking down the boundaries that used to separate reality and the media, pop culture and art, the author and the reader. The idea of things not having a fixed structure but being always in flux and in the process of becoming. [Read the Wiki entry]
Still on the topic of postmodernism, there's also the whole saga revolving around lonelygirl15 on YouTube. She started vlogging (video logging) about three months ago about her personal life, until it was fans eventually discovered that she was only an actress. The series is still continuing even though everyone knows now that it's not real. [Read the Wiki entry]
Oh man. I think I can write an essay on postmodernism using these two productions! Buffy was much, much harder. In fact, if you think about it, the sidewalk drawings I mentioned earlier can be considered postmodern too, since the drawings are changing and fading even as they are being created.
I've even found postmodern theories in Psych research articles on identity! Didn't get to read them, but I can imagine how it goes: My identity and personality are constantly in flux, and I use, create and interact with media for different purposes and with different results. Ok, frankly, after gabbing on for so long, I myself have only a vague idea of what defines postmodernism, since there is as yet no universal agreement on its definitions. What I do know comes from the articles I read for my essay on Buffy and postmodernism, and that was one prickly essay because I was so confused initially by the definition. And I'm still rather blur about it.
Last but not least, a random freaky video of an Einstein robot:
http://geekologie.com/2006/08/albert_einstein_robot_learns_t.php
Really should be getting back to my assignments now. :X |
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| Wednesday, October 04, 2006 |
| Happy Birthday Tracy!!! (again) |
:) :) :) :) for four happy peeps (including me) at Great World City today!
Cheng Yao was supposed to join us but pang seh us last minute! So no :) for you! *evil laughter* (high already heheh)
So we met at Great World today, and I don't think we planned it (did we?) but we headed out for Kenny Roger's together. They've totally changed the look, from dark and cosy and semi-falling-apart (the chair cushions has a habit of coming detached from the chair frame) to brand-new white and modern. I don't like it!!
I miss the old Kenny Roger's. :S Oh well, it was fun anyway, since even though the place has changed, we haven't. After that we went to the arcade to play PhotoHunt, but it's not as fun as it used to be since they changed the machine and the pictures are so much smaller and blur! We gave up after a while and went to play Bishi Bashi Champ, which generally involves banging away at the machine like savages. Hahaha. Me and Tracy were really good at mindless banging. (At this point if you are thinking about dirty stuff please go and wash your brain)
We exchanged our points for 2 bottles of bubble-blowing liquid. Freud would probably say, based on our frequent attempts to relive our childhood and our violence at the BBC machine, that we have some serious complexes! Ahahaha! Excluding Sheena since she didn't like the bubbles. :P
After that we headed to TCC where Tracy and Hannah went crazy with the bubbles (we sat outside). Someone spilt some of the liquid on the table and we cleaned up for them. The tissues turned black! Just goes to show how 'clean' the tables there are... xP We moved inside after all the bubble-blowing was done. Sheena ordered a slice of cake and we got a candle from the waitress who was very friendly to us despite the crazy way we acted earlier. Haha...so we sang Happy Birthday and crapped and talked and really enjoyed ourselves! And I recorded several silly little videos.
Sheena and I walked to Holiday Inn Hotel (formerly Concorde) to use the toilet (it was late and GWS was closed, plus we were so full and wanted a walk) and catch a cab back. We actually ended up walking to Tan Boon Liat to get a cab, and it was literally "walking down memory lane"! Haven't been there for so long. We had some good times there, we did. Inspite of everything.
beautiful bubblebaubles :)
girls blowing up a storm
(and random uncle caught in the background xP)
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| Monday, October 02, 2006 |
| Belated Happy Children's Day~ |
Hey, technically everyone is a child of someone, right? :)
It's quite amusing now that I think about it - my parents bringing me and Sheena to celebrate my 21st birthday on Children's Day. No it wasn't planned! I was the one who wanted to go this week because next Sunday I'll probably be up to my neck in research articles! Haha. Yeah, it was fun today. The dim sum was great. After that my parents dropped us off for service (which was great as usual :D), and then for dinner, we went to Din Tai Fung and had some more dim sum on our own.
During lunch Mr David Ng (my P5 form teacher) messaged me this: "Happy Children's Day, frm 1&only david ng" - lol. I was quite amused but also touched and happy that he remembered me. I didn't remember him during Teachers' Day this year. :X Even if it was a mass SMS, it doesn't matter. He's my favourite teacher ever! I messaged him back Happy Children's Day too. I wonder if he still always thinks of us as the tooties we were back then (or at least I was - you'll laugh yourself to death if you see a pic of me in P5)? We haven't been in much contact in the 10 years since then, so I knew him mostly when he was a young man of 25. I remember my dad saying after a parent-teacher meeting that my form teacher was "handsome"! Haha! He's grown old since then, though. In appearance at least. He's still very humorous. :) But I pray that God will renew his and his wife's strength like the eagles', and may He also bless them with life more abundantly.
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