taika stopped your world at 7:05 PM

hello
i feel like jamming

does anyone want to jam?
[hello jon]

can we get together and jam soon?
anyone who can sing [i guess that excludes joshua phua] or play a musical instrument please get back to me.
i just wanna play music. is that so hard to do?

re: the north lodge - we didnt split up. we just went on extended hiatus to pursue our own solo careers and projects. of course we'll be back. an album is slated for release early next year. 'best of' limited edition cd out in stores now.

I ATE DINNER BUT IM STILL HUNGRY WHY WHY WHY I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT BUT IT SEEMS THAT EATING TOO LITTLE WILL BOOST METABOLISM AND VERY PECULIARLY PREVENT WEIGHT LOSS AND CONVERT MUSCLE INTO FAT SO HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HAVE TO EAT TO BE ABLE TO LOSE WEIGHT AND NOT STIMULATE THE STARVATION MECHANISM IN YOUR BODY!

desperate housewives later yay

xincity stopped your world at 6:56 PM

http://www.petitiononline.com/csj/petition.html

friend of mine started this up.. interesting implications.

leb stopped your world at 1:53 AM

hey everyone,
it's been a while...
hope the class parties are still going on and everyone's still in touch! good job brandy! =) i'm just bemoaning the delay of spring, and how winter keeps getting up, ready to leave just before sitting back down again and keeping temperatures low. grrr. need that sunshine!

i want pasta! and sunshine!

i also know that a whole bunch of people have been having some very difficult times- myself included, and i just wanted to encourage everyone to just hang in there...

"But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold. My feet have closely followed his steps; I have kept to his way without turning aside. I have not departed from the commands of his lips; I have treasured the words of his mouth more than my daily bread."
Job 23:10-12

taika stopped your world at 4:31 PM

menu for saturday:

soup
pasta
calamari
potatoes
tiramisu

thinking of a meat dish. any ideas?
will be calling people to confirm their attendance, maybe tomorrow or friday.

i need:
a few people to go shopping for ingredients with me [saturday afternoon, around 3-4...]
at least 3 or 4 people to help with the cooking. i cant cook like 4 things at one time...

bring stuff to do if you want...like, dvds, egyptian crocodiles, etc. sleepover is possible i guess...just let me know...

HOW TO GET TO MY HOUSE
from yck mrt:
take bus 70 until after a crossroads. you should have passed two consecutive football fields just prior to the stop. cross the road, turn right, walk straight, turn left. you should see a very large empty grass patch on your left. walk straight until a zebra crossing, then turn right, then left, then right. my house is the pink one [yay]. number 10.
via taxi/car:
tell the driver to go to seletar hills, opposite jalan kayu. again, look out for the grass patch. after you turn into the road next to the grass patch, turn right left right etc.
via bus:
70 86 163 854.
on foot:
good luck man.

driving test on friday wish me luck...

stella stopped your world at 7:22 PM

but more importantly,
(also evidence that i'm definitely not as self-absorbed as u might fear i was)

happy birthday ash!!!

do u remember ur 18th birthday bash?
do u know that time goes by..like a flash?
i.e. we'll all be together again pretty soon.


(and it's nat hiong's birthday today too! ho ho ho.)

this is such a tear-inducing blog;

i really admire how some of us dare to share-
so openly.

a few of us know the pain and sadness i went through when i was in j2 and that's a testimony that i'm not going to share now. i can't say i have regrets in the sense that thinking about regrets (harbouring them) suggests that i look back at the past and as much as we should learn from the past, i'm more interested in the h.o.p.e. of the future, and strive to be fully involved in the present.

perhaps what i'll share is what i'm going through at this present moment.
i can't give you a happy ending now, but im confident that it exists/in-the-making.

of coming to melbourne, to be with my family, im still sure i heard His voice clearly, especially through certain verses from the Gospel of Mark, people, prayer and circumstances.
but it hasn't been that easy a transition, and the latest transition of moving into college and beginning uni is something that i will try to reflect on..

(i'm forcing this out of my system)

i really am so tired-
there's so much activity around me, so many people, and yes, some of them are friends, there are familiar faces around, i still have friends from singapore flying in consistently (i met natasha today michelle lee!),
but i have to admit that trying to drag myself out of my inertia-ed state is very hard; doing the things that i should be doing is.. hard, trying to figure out what are the things i should be doing.. where do i start?
and when i come home, to my dear family, man.. there's just this tension, this irritation, im incrediberlee rude and u can say maybe it's cos im tired but i really find myself just trying to shut up and i really do (even before uni startd anyways) prefer to stay in my room the whole day and just come out for meals.
i laugh..yes, i still have the joy in my heart.
i try to strum my poor guitar/i strum my guitar poorly, i pray, i read the bible..

i wish i could tell you about the verses that have encouraged me.. about how an email from a certain friend presented me with the exact verse He gave me on the plane here to Melbourne; on Him using extreme resemblances of certain people to spur me on in prayer (someone i live with looks so much like this person i pray for, but the key difference is that someone loves Him..and..i'm claiming that as a promise..)..

but i think right now.. the only verse i can give u.......of the hope i have...

is this:

Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

-2 Corinthians 12:8-10.



if i could just ask for prayer..please.. for strength, for love (especially for my family.. they're going for camp this labour day weekend.. my parents to a couples' retreat and my bros to a kids camp..please pray that God will be with them...), for discipline (i'm claiming 2 Timothy 1:7) in my studies (ARGH)... for.. at the end of the day, for His glory to increase.

my apologies to yina. i think i totally misconstrued your post. i think i get what you were trying to say now...so sorry.
i realize that im not in much of a position to comment on the stuff you and my cousin have said, so i won't pursue it further. but i do agree on your views on religion and belief.

welcome to the vague mystical land of Religion. the first rule of the vague mystical land of Religion, is that you do not talk about the vague... oh, you know how it goes.

it's a freezing spring night in vancouver, and the rain falls unseen from a velvet heaven now crowded with platinum storm clouds that hang low and menacing, bellies full with the promise of an impending cold front. i exhale sharply and allow the blinds on my window to flick back into place, gloom condensing on the rain-splattered glass and fisting up tight within my chest. for now, i am safe inside my room, whose interminable dryness has begun to agitate the skin on my hands to the texture of light sandpaper. taking a sip of water, i return my attention to the tiny orange text box that flickers impatiently at the bottom of my laptop screen.

g: you are quite religious i feel.

g: more than me, at least.

for a moment, a brief sense of unease flickers through my body, a semaphore code of awkwardness that sends my heart beating fast with something warmer than pride and stronger than herd instinct. but why the awkwardness at all? my automaton fingers jab the keyboard sharply.

attack of the gymrat: i'm catholic. *shrugs*

brilliant solution, miss chowbin. take the easy way out. i mentally slap myself. is this its power, the power of the social stigma? the simple ascribing of an excuse to christianity's most regulation-bound denomination? there is an unspoken taboo in the air these secular days, and it is one that proscribes the absolute espousal of an exclusive truth in religion, even more so for those which have concrete rules. mention the word religious, and somewhere in the back alley of the mind, an indistinct figure cheerfully waves a bomb-strapped jacket, a tattered copy of dogma, and a bloody sword still daubed with fresh crimson. perhaps we don't like to admit it, but we're all scared. if not of the label 'fanatic', then of the dunce hat that tars one with the brush of the intolerant bigot. far better to be a blind follower than one who has made a conscious decision. if we are ever confronted, we can say that 'we did not know what we were doing! oh the tragedy of humanity! but the importance of living a life where we are you know basically nice people!' and other such drivel. we don't want to be pious, but we don't want to be immoral either. neither do we like to be thought of as average. so we end up being pilgrims on the road to nowhere, and we decide the religion makes no sense but it's useful in its own way.

it's hardly a surprising conclusion really. written in our laws, our economy, and our books is the same message over and over again, proclaimed from the rooftops and whispered in the darkness of our hearts. a lost voice laden with hideous anguish and cynicism cries out into the concrete wilderness: there are no certainties. there is nothing you can be sure of. good and evil are simply societal constructs meant to keep order. truth is subjective. religion is a disease, an epidemic if you will, something you make up to make yourself feel better in those moments when you can't face the facts of life. hard facts, gentlemen and gentlewomen! we hold these to be self-evident, that all men are created to serve as the automaton bodies of the selfish genes. the only cure is to reject the absolute, to take our lives into our own hands and be the masters of our own fate. religion is just there to make sure we don't start rampaging around to rape and pillage and tear up the curtains.

i gaze sadly at the screen and i think of my own struggle, the heavy artillery of the atheist philosophers and their shells exploding all around me - foucault, nietzsche, hobbes, richard dawkins. then i remember, and something sticks in my throat. no. i can't let her go away thinking that. and so i continue.

attack of the gymrat: actually, it had a lot to do with being in acjc.

attack of the gymrat: and when you see things happening around you..

religion pervades my life in so many ways. it's there in the protesting growl of my stomach as i turn vegetarian every friday and its there in the smooth reassurance of rosary beads as they click under the careful ministrations of my otherwise clumsy fingers. i make the sign of the cross when i'm done with my prayers, and i haul my half-asleep self out of bed on sunday mornings for my cycle to church. as i kneel with the rest of the congregation during the eucharistic blessing, i am acutely aware that the words i recite are the same words that have been used since the earliest times of the church, that are repeated in a hundred languages over the world. like many others of my religion, i was born into it. it never occurred to me until much later in my childhood that not all christians thought mary was special and that purgatory didn't exist. communion hosts with real presence and the vatican as the centre of the church were issues i never questioned, at least until i went to mgs and had to defend myself from certain teachers who took it all out of context. i still do hold those beliefs - this time with conviction - but i digress.

and of course, my religion tells me what to do and what not to do. yes miss chowbin, i know you're pissed with him, but that doesn't mean you should throttle him until his eyebrows fall off and his toenails flash a staccato fluorescent purple. forgive and forget. that is what you ought to do.

what does any of this mean? in all honesty, nothing. it means nothing if we do not know and believe in the core of our being and in the pit of our souls that what we are doing is Right, that there is a moral high ground we can take. the words high ground in themselves imply a polarity, a drawing of the lines. this is me on the side of Right, and everyone else is Wrong. in these secular days where we wear ambiguity and the rights of the Me as badges of pride, there is even a hint of arrogance and pretension in declaring that exclusivity. billy prior writes it in large capitals so we won't mistake his meaning. HOW DO YOU KNOW? so there lies our doubt, that nub of insidious green poison that gnaws away at our frayed nerves and which whispers nastily in our ears whenever we are asked to justify an absolute; how can we be sure of the surety of what we believe in?

for me, it comes down to this. it's more than abstaining from meat or not inflicting grievous harm on your neighbour for whatsoever reason. it's about history. it's about someone who died 2000 years ago on a roman torture device. who do you say that Jesus really is? and what does he mean to you? is he a conman, or perhaps a teller of one of the tallest tales mankind has ever had to blight their ears with? or just a wise teacher who was plagued with delusions of celestial descent? did he even exist? or was he truly whom he said he was - God made man, who loved the world enough to commit deicide..

if you say no, if you stay beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, then you know that there is nothing special about religion and that it is all that we say it is - we're simply pawns in a neverending story and cycle of pain and suffering, where we thrash out in all directions, convinced that there is no point to anything and that the only thing we can do is to just keep swimming - no big fishtank in the sky - until we finally choke on the spume of the infinite ocean and drown from exhaustion. the earth's mostly highly evolved and complex primate. dead from a will to nihilism and an aversion to commitment. what an ending.

if you say yes, if you can say yes with all your heart and soul...

then you admit that there is more that just what you see. you admit to a reason for living and to hope, hope that there is more than this. that unshakeable faith that there is purpose, that there is love of the highest order - that there is a loving God who will never leave nor forsake you in this life or the next. you understand that the world isn't just about you, and that there is a reason for everything that happens and for everything we do. we may not understand everything about God, but we do have faith in his divine grace and mercy, and perhaps, that is all that is needed for now.

if you believe in this, then this is your truth. there can be no other. you cannot serve both God and caesar. God is a prize not for sale to the highest bidder. God is not the name of a brand of milk on the supermarket shelf that you take only if it is chocolate-flavoured with 2% cream, pasteurised with soy additives. more importantly, it is not you who changes God to suit yourself, but it is God who changes you should you take that step to put your trust in him. faith isn't about picking and choosing what you like. it's about giving without counting the cost, until it hurts. it's about obeying, not out of fear of being punished in hell or for convenience sake, but because of that unspeakable reality within yourself. it's about having to make up your mind to do something purely for the sake of conscience, from a place beyond where you can describe, from a place where you are deeply alone, and where you know you are making a decision for which the responsibility will be yours alone, always and eternally. it's about loving even when the world mockingly laughs, with their fingers of derision heaping abuse on your head. it's about denying yourself, feeling the splinters working their way into your skin to scour it raw, but nevertheless taking up your cross to follow him.

it is not easy to commit, to push against the tide of humanity and make a stand for what you believe in. neither is it simple to recognise yourself in all your weakness, to admit that we are not strong enough, and to acknowledge that grace upon which we are wholly dependent. and yet for all my outward bravado, deep in my heart i know that i'm not superwoman; i'm just a girl in a silly red sheet who looks rather ridiculous in impossibly high heels, a worried expression etched upon my face as i wonder if there really is anything worth placing my trust in these days. yet it is when i allow myself to be swept away by the sheer beauty of the Lord that i find that i can rise up like the eagle, born on the breath of dawn. and as the sun shines warm upon my face and my spirit, i know then that there is something that no one can ever take from me - and that is the love of the Lord.

you just don't stop falling in love with Him, and if you love Him, then you will keep his commandments. is it necessary then, to crucify everyone who does not adhere to our perception of morality? the answer is closer than we could ever imagine. it is to Christ himself that we look to; he who loved the sinner but hated the sin; who died for us before we ever did anything to deserve such amazing love that transcended the snares of hell itself to break the power of sin and death. love cannot be forced. freedom of choice is the base determinant of the ultimate reality that we will face. what determines our salvation is not the idea that there is a balance sheet somewhere where we have to tally up the good and bad deeds of the day to see if they break even, but whether we choose to believe in Him. neither is belief a decision that you make once and for all - for the problem with making your life a living sacrifice, as rick warren says, is that living sacrifices are apt to crawl off the altar. instead, it is a choice that you make several times a day for the rest of your life, a continuous effort and awareness of the higher order that you dedicate your life to. you cannot split your life and self in twain, giving only part of yourself. God asks for everything from you - the pretty rainbows and the shattered dreams, the indescribable midnights and the sun-dappled days of your soul. there is nothing less you can give to your Creator.

and so we chat late into the night. we talk about life and we talk about God.

attack of the gymrat: the matrix... you know the part where neo says 'because i choose to'? when anderson asks him why does he bother?

attack of the gymrat: seems like an answer to all the pointlessness. like yes, God doesn't exist, and life is pointless. but you create your own will and affirm your existence by choice? very nietzschean concept.

attack of the gymrat: but taking a step back, neo could only say that because he had hope. he had hope that zion would be saved.. trust.

attack of the gymrat: there's still the idea of the intangible, of what you can't see.

and she laughs gently, falling back to philosophy and dante. i try to explain and she tries to understand. in the end, it is the lateness of the hour that parts us. i sigh as my screen goes blank, sweeping my unruly hair away from my eyes. but even as i take another glance outside and find to my horror that it is snowing tiny flakes of ice, there is a hint of elation that escapes from the twitch in the corner of my mouth to caper wildly around the room. nothing has changed it seems, but now she knows and that is something. and if a butterfly can flap its wings to create a storm, then with God's help, there is always that chance. and it is something to work on, the last order.

"and I did say burnin', Mister Oats, 'cos that's what it'd be. You say that you people don't burn folk and sacrifice people anymore, but that's what true faith would mean y'see? Sacrifin' your own life, one day at a time to the flame, declarin' the truth of it, workin' for it, breathin' the soul of it." ~carpe jugulum, terry pratchett~

nanaa stopped your world at 3:47 PM

I thought about it some more:

I really shouldn't be blogging now because I have to go to sleep (it's 1am) and I desperately need the rest. But I feel as if I need to clarify my hastily written previous post. I realised that I neglected to explain a few details, while trying to keep the portraits of these people as simple as possible, I left a few jarring gaps in the picture.

Let's put it this way, since I've arrived in America, I've met the startling realisation that Religion is a cultural phenomenon here. You grow up in a church-going family and go to Sunday School and learn about the bible stories and who Jesus was/is and yadda yadda yadda. Your parents go to church and tell you to go too because it's "good for you" and it will make you a "better person". You grow up desensitized to the Bible's message but maybe you'll believe that somehow the Church helped instill some moral values in you. So you marry and have children and tell your children that they should go to church because it's "good for them". And the cycle goes on.

On a side note, this really isn't very surprising, since the idea of religion as a cultural feature really is everywhere. It's not an American phenomenon. The people who are really involved and are really passionate are the anomalies.

So one of the people I know was brought up in a Christian church-going family, but he doesn't really know in his deepest convictions that Jesus exists. Still, he considers himself a Catholic because he goes to church, and he's married to a Catholic. Really, his marriage was why he "converted" back to Catholicism in the first place. And, he believes in the idea of one God, but considers all other religions valid at the same time. Does he believe in Jesus? "Well I grew up being told that Jesus existed, and I guess since I believe in God and Jesus is part of God, I suppose I believe in Jesus."

And so do a poll of the people here and you'll find that a lot of "Christians" live in this nation. Because to be "Christian" was something you grew up with.

So the question is, what keeps them going to church and professing to be Christian? Do they really believe in God and Jesus? If they don't, then how can they go through all those motions and offer all those prayers without any thought to the meaninglessness of it? If they believe in their heart that Jesus is the Truth, then what? .....

Over dinner I talked to Matthew and he said, "If I discovered one day that Christianity was one big hoax, I would abandon it for something else. I don't see the point in believing in something that isn't there. I believe in following the Truth." So do I. Does Truth matter to people, though? Is it more important, perhaps, to be Religiously Tolerant and Diverse, to the point that it doesn't matter what's True and what's False?

Yet there was once when it didn't matter to me. Religion really used to be just something my parents did. For a good 14 or 15 years of my life, I told people I was a "Buddhist" because we had an altar at home to the Buddha, and my mum burns incense at the altar. Then at 16, I decided that I wasn't a buddhist because I didn't really believe in the religion. So I began calling myself a "freethinker", and accepted all religions as possible explanations for the world. Sometimes I believed that religion helped people to get through life easier, and other times I thought it helped explain the unexplainable. So I thought I could learn something from all religions and thus all were valid. I still went to the temple during Chinese New Year and went through the motions of burning joss sticks and kneeling on the ground. I did it because my parents did it.

Sometime when I was 17 I decided that there must be a God out there. Exposed to the gospel for the first time through ACJC, I thought it a strange concept, and didn't grasp the idea of a personal God. I was convinced that this God was highly disinterested in my life, though, because I believed that the world functioned in a series of cause and effect. If everything was caused by something, who needed God to affect things? So I thought. Also, we had Free Choice to do what we want in life, didn't we? Why should this god affect our choices in life? So I thought.

Since we've begun this story and I really should finish it instead of leave it hanging -

The short version is: I came to a point in life where I became deeply conscious of myself as a sinful person. For a long time, like Danny (refer to previous post), I thought myself a pretty good kid. But I did some things I regretted (and still do) intensely, and the wrongness made me feel unclean and unworthy as a person. And then it seemed as if the message of Jesus made clear sense, and suddenly I heard, really heard the gospel.

I guess I always wonder why it took a crisis point for me to discover what it meant to commit my life to the Lord. And why it's so easy to agree with the post-modern precepts of "Everything is relative", and "There is no such thing as Truth". And why we can live with ourselves participating in "cultural religion", when so much is at stake. Because the existence of a God who's involved in our lives changes everything.

taika stopped your world at 5:14 PM

mm. hello yina haha. your post caught my attention, not in the least because its about probably the most powerful influence of recent times. in the context of denmark, palestine, even singapore, religion is fast becoming a polarizing point of discussion. so its refreshing to read about religion presented in such a casual [i mean it in a positive way], conversational way.
the things you raised also kinda made me ruminate for awhile. what does motivate people to follow a religion? you see, i think i share your feelings of loss and stuff...if i was there in your judo class [hoho], i would have been equally tongue-tied. i dont know about you, but i find myself unable to understand the motivations behind, like, passionate followers of religion. no offense meant to them, but i just cant grasp the concepts; or somethings holding me back. i, too, have no idea what drives these people. is that what youre talking about, the intangible and often ambiguous essence of religion? when i look at some people, theyre obliged to follow all these principles and teachings, yet alot of them dont quite fully understand why. my parents used to goad me into going to church, saying, 'you should attend once in awhile. it'll be good for you.' but, they were never able to explain, good in what ways. i know people will say that its good for the soul and everything, but thus far, i must say ive been immune or maybe apathetic. not sure where im going with this discussion, but just felt like typing all this down in response to your post.
and theres that paradox you mentioned. the mutual exclusivity of religions. is it possible for all, or even a few, religions to be true? its something ive been thinking about for a very long while. your point kinda added a dimension to that though - is religion simply a basic didactic thing? is it meant to take merely an advisory role in life? it could be. look at buddhism. what started out as a philosophy conceived in india, is now a wide-reaching world phenomenon and dogma, with the deification of the founder, siddartha gautama - the 'buddha'. it was never gautama's wish that his teachings evolve in such a way, and im quite sure he did not intend to install himself as a god. uh right? please dont stone me if im wrong. anyway, buddhism is by no means an unbiased sample [hahaha oh man my math is degenerating], but it makes me wonder nonetheless. and i had to go away for awhile so i forgot what else i wanted to say.
dont want to end without making a stand, so...what i believe is, its pointless subscribing to a religion unless you truly believe in it. just going through the motions would be really redundant.
but yeah...just wanted to say, i more or less get what you mean my friend.

COOKFEST 18th MARCH SATURDAY EVENING MY HOUSE
we can eat/play ps2/play pool/jam/stone/talk crap.
oh yeah
uh who's willing to cook? besides me that is...let me know asap so we can schedule a committee meeting to prepare the menu. knowing us the first committee meeting will be held on the day itself.
LETS COOK FISH AND CHIPS! THE BEER BATTERED KIND

We talk about religion and life

At the Tuesday night judo class, somehow the topic of religion came up. So we were talking about what's the difference between religions because the Jewish guy (let's call him S.) was explaining why he couldn't go to the competition on the Saturday. He explained that the Jewish Sabbath laws that rabbis have decided on prevent him from using electricity and thus he cannot travel to where the competition is going to be held. This sparked off a whole discussion on the various rules of religions, and Ken (a Catholic) said something about church rules. I listened to all this not really sure what I wanted to say, and then Ken said something about how the Bible's statements can be turned around if he wanted them to be.

The question I had then, was, what keeps them believing?

So they said something about all religions as a guide for life (yes yes I agree), and nothing more (well...). And then Kim (Ken's little daughter, old enough to think and ask good questions with such innocence) came up and asked something that was bothering her deeply. She asked something along the lines of: "If Catholics say that there is only one God, and then Jews have their God, and so do all these other religions, there are all these other gods, how can they all be right?"

Leave it to a child to hit the nail on the spot.

How could all be right? If we believe in something, fully and wholeheartedly, and claim that as truth, how can other religions be right also? One needs to negate another. Truth excludes.

And so S. attempts to equalize it simply by saying: Well, religion is only there to guide you to becoming a morally decent person, that's all it's for. Whatever works.

I really didn't know what to say then. I feel like I should have said something, paltry and pathetic as it may have sounded to them, I should have spoken up. But I was either afraid, or at a loss of what to say.

----

And later D. tried to convince me, as we were sitting around after the last bout, that he was a "good kid". He insists that despite his outward display of foul language, smart-ass comments, bullying and show of general bad attitude, inside he really was a mature and respectful individual. I don't doubt that he really is a great guy, much as he pretends to be otherwise. But why the need to separate these two "sides" to himself? Is one face necessarily more real than the other? If he has a "good side", does that negate everything else he does?

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joshy stopped your world at 9:32 PM

supper. friday night 9pm. holland v. essential brews.

as stella says.

be there. or be SQUARE.
_
|_| <----- you if you dont turn up. O <----- if you do. see the nice, round, curvy edges? infinity captured in its beautiful 'the ball is so rolly' dimensions. wouldn't u just love to be that nice 'O'? so be there.

thanks stella! appreciate it...=)
it's fairly late- or not- which means, i guess, that i'm tired.
and i just realised a terrible thought-
here i am, now 20 years old- and critically aware of the somethiing about me that's changed.
the things i do, the way i think, the things i want show me that ive ceased to be a student, a choirister, a nsman, a biblestudy leader, a sunday school teacher, or anyone of these things anymore.

oh crap. i'm an academic. i'm a nerd.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALEB

3+3 = 6
AND U ARE 20.

SO, 3/3/20 6

AND THE 0?

WELL..U'RE A ZERO.

BUT NEXT TO GOD, THE ULTIMATE 1,

U'RE A PERFECT 10.

=)


ps: i just read ravi's the lamb and the fuhrer..Jesus talks to Hitler.. haf u read it? :)

taika stopped your world at 12:30 AM

Attention: Salsa dancers/lawyers/people named Liz

Cookfest at my place, 18th March. Pleasepleaseplease let me know if you're coming asap so i can get the menu sorted out...

Details!

Location : My house
Time : Dinner
Food : Yes
Stomachaches and gastro-intestinal problems : Maybe

People who are more or less going, pending asteroids crashing into the planet, pink space monkeys subjugating the human race etc :
Me
Michelle [the non-salsa one]
Mr Phua
Howard
Alvin
Luke
Jon
Xiang Wei
Eugene
WHERE ARE THE GIRLS [minus non-salsa Michelle]

please don't turn this into an ACS(I) alumni gathering. COME

message meeeeee. by like, now. okay this sunday.

michelle stopped your world at 11:50 PM

founders day 2006

congratulations xw alvin howard mich teo...


...luke...

...brandy...
and the rest of you who aren't in the photo... dawn nana joy caleb stella sun! very proud of you we are :)

and this *very important* is proof that mr alvin amadeo has some serious treating to do