abcs

Now I know my A-, B+, C and D, you can come and sing with me :)

Names

Oh .. and Merry Christmas to all!

Magic numbers

Paint My World

Bacchus?

DI-ed by Me.

Sugar Roll-ed. "Erdinger gives you wings" or perhaps she just thinks it would kill me. Like Whiskey Dry Doubles won't.

Beer..

For Jellipeed

Only a poster though :)

Blind

Imagine being almost blind; -8.5 in the left eye and -6.5 in the right. Imagine putting on your contact lens and placing your spectacles beside the toilet basin on the first story of your mother's house.

You come back at night, happily shower, and remove your contact lens. Now, you're blind. And, your spectacles are nowhere to be found. Lost. Searching everywhere in the toilet turns up nothing. You make your way blindly through a dimly-lit living room, and up a narrow spiral staircases, avoiding statues and ornaments by memory and arrive at your room on the second level. You fumble through the room to a table, where, laid neatly in its case, lies your spectacles.

Wouldn't it trigger a WTF feeling? And it's a confounding yet hapless kind of WTF, cause it was your kindly mother who brought your spectacles in your room in an effort to keep things organized. Maybe she should bring my contact lens solution and case up to my room so I can remove my lens there. Or maybe she should just leave my stuff where I leave them..

Shanghai Day One

Shanghai

I'm off to Shanghai at 5pm today, and will be back at 8pm on Christmas eve =)

Restoration

I've been depressed lately. Both my self-esteem and sense of self worth have been under attack; by myself, and the circumstances I somehow find myself in. I realise though, that I had lost sight of what is truly important, and that is simply, following God. Everything else is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

That, of course, is something that I have failed most miserably in. Following God. In what way did I try to accomplish that? If I confess with my mouth and believe in my heart that Jesus is Lord, but my actions in no way reflect that belief and the life changing experience that Christianity is supposed to have brought me, then what right have I to be called a son of God?

My life is more a living testimony for the vices and debauchery of this world rather than a shining light in God’s army. My heart has been heavy, and my soul empty, but my focus was on the wrong things. I dreamt, and still dream, of worldly treasures - success, wisdom and riches. Matthew 6 tells us that where our treasure is, our heart is also. My treasure rooms in both the world and in heaven are practically empty, and that explains the hollowness of my heart.

Verses jump out at me as I flip through the bible.

“Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him” – 1 John 2:15

The book of Ecclesiastes, with its many declarations about chasing of the wind and to “remember your Creator, in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come”

I would go on, but I’m getting sleepy, and lazy. Suffice to say, I’ve been living a completely unchristian life, neglecting even to say grace for my food, remembering only when I saw Charis close her eyes and pray before starting to eat while a succulent piece of swordfish was midway to my mouth.

Yes, God, I hear you. “Seek first the Kingdom of God, and all these things will be added unto you.”

Now, if only that was easy. And the one thing I still lack, character.

Purple mystery

In light of the tiny uproar on my tag board, I think I better clear the air regarding the what-was-shaun-doing-in-a-purple-dinosaur-suit question =)

It was a $80 job in which I worked from 1pm to 2pm as a mascot for some company's children event in NUH. Did it as a favor to my dearest pseudo-sis, Zixin, but it turned out to be pretty fun and satisfying except for the fact that the costume was so poorly designed that the eye-holes were way above my head, resulting in me being a blind purple dragon. The suit was was 3 layer thick, including a fake belly and chunky feet. I couldn't see the kids unless i pressed down on the dragon head or lifted my snout with my hand so that I could look through the cloth underneath it. Quite silly really.

Seeing the little kids smile, shaking their hands, posing for photos, ruffling their hair with my purple 4-fingered gloved hands were .. nice. Despite the sweat dripping into my eyes and the helplessness of almost being semi-blind, I actually enjoyed myself! Although one or two kids did cry .... shuddup weeli .. it's not my fault. They were afraid of dragons.

Purple dragon

Botak Jones @ AMK

Headed to Ang Mo Kio Ave 5, Block 608, for the locally famous, Botak Jones western food. Save for the fact that all patties in burgers come done "medium" (like how all Ford cars used to come in any color as long as it's black), the food actually kicks donkey's ass.

And I'm starving now. I've been surviving on a steady diet of oreo biscuits and quaker's breakfast bars with only one solid meal a day. My stomach has shrank, and I'm the "pit" no more. Whatever little muscles I had have also mysteriously vanished. I need to climb.

At least I have unbelievably wonderful friends.

The $11 Double Botak with cheese. Unmolested.

My double botak in the midst of being consumed.

Daryl's overflowing plate of Chili Dog

And a very happy Daryl finishing up Serene's double botak while his chili dog awaits.

Multi-colored what?!

Saw this banner at the expo today:

whistling away the dark

and once again,
the collapse

and again i stand
before the door

whispering,
take me in

allow me to,
indulge

for the comfort
of darkness
and warmth
of tears

are luxuries
afforded to few