01/11/2007
A thousand things to complain about.
Tired!!!
Pok! Broke! Bankrupt. Financially in need.
Mum, its either you cook, or you give me more money, apparently i am not getting both.
Not blaming you, but please, dont leave your son here to die.
The last time i ate a meal at home was three weeks ago. The second last time was 5 weeks ago. Oh let me rephrase it, the last time you cooked...for the family. Know you are busy and all, but yes i miss your cooking, not on the reason its nice, but on the reason that i am in need of money.
Starting to think the fridge is redundant all together.
I dont exactly look forward to meals at home anymore, because its erm...not very tasty, but i guess its healthier.
I've been going down to the east for 6 days straight.
I am reaching killer stage!!!! KILLER.
I got another 4 more days to go.
Traveling is a waste of time.
Oh one of the best gift anyone can give me, i mean this!!! Is you come all the way down to my house, understand my pain, and give me a gift or something. Like seriously, i remember every soul that gives me a ride home.Pastor Joyce, not exactly counted because she stays nearby, so is Sue Juen, and everyone living in the west.
But I remember the day Ian's dad...drove all the way down to my house for me. Ern too. Its been years for Ian's dad case, but i remember. And i remember them better than gifts from people.
I seriously hate people who complains about going home when their house is at tampines. They are asking for a slap, and i am tempted to give one at times.
Erm let me ask, do any of you understand my pain? If you do, please raise your hand.
Oh i seriously loathe the idea where i am still on the bus home, and people are at home sleeping because they live nearer. Yes...sometimes i feel like killing them...not literally all together, but yes, i loathe that idea.
I hate it when things are dragged back till the last minute. SO CAN YOU ALL START ON TIME!!! God has been gracious many times. But Erm GUYS!!! I've met occurrences where i reach home at 1 before...when that happens, its either i walk home, usual case, i get fetched, rare case, or i take taxi home, FOUND GOLD BAR case.
Hey, today on the way home, i wished i was at home when i was in outram park. Oh for those who dont know, can go look at the mrt map. Oh please dont count the stops only...to Bukit Batok, do your maths and find the amount of time taken to reach here. Add another half an hour for busing home. Consider factors like, standing up...
Oh i am hating tomorrow s meeting, i wish i dont have to go.
Too many meetings, and too many things to complain.
There are days i am praying to get out of the house, and now i am praying to be in the house.
I feel like ponning church again.
Like...you know i dont feel like going home sometimes. AIYA stupid man, my parents dont let me stay overnight! You know sometimes at pasir ris, i just want to just sleep on the streets because i am too tired to go home. Yes its tiring going home, because the journey itself is a killer, like you have to keep waiting to reach home, plus...keep thinking. I am too tired to read when i am going home. Reading on the train is like a total spoiler, because there are too many distracitons. Oh, i dont understand why people always think there are seats on the train. When people try to comfort me and say sleep on the train la...like erm...excuse me, the fantasy train you have in your head, only happens in your head, face reality man, i dont always get seats. So i dont always sleep. Listen music...like hello, listen to music for one and a half hour? Oh not forgetting, 3 hours a day, 10 days in a role kind of thing? That makes 30 hours. You get my point, if you dont, you are just totally heartless, with no feelings. Sorry for shooting at you. But you know what i mean.
I just remembered, cause i just sneezed, i am slightly sick. Soar throat too.
I am feeling super tired, i dont want to go to any meetings anymore. I feel like calling up my leaders and tell them give me a break. I am DYING! Dont think that is possible. So i am considering ponning on saturday, but its the stupidest day to pon.
Oh no i forgot to mention, my fares are a killer as well! Erm for your info, bus stamp 52 bucks a month. Thank God i bought that, i am still broke anyway. 3.50 bucks back and forth from the east, only for mrt. multiply by ten days. Yes you get my point.
I am starting to think, my situation is as bad as some Africans who travel 10 km to church...
I can go on forever, but i am stopping here.
I never had a funnier meeting in my life. I laughed till my abs pained. This is Highlife Watch night publicity meeting. Yup...lame and spastic ideas. I like the way things are done here. Though we have many differing ideas, everyone gets to speak up. The leader is motivating us. The leader watches out for us, and makes sure we are kept happy, and smiling =)
And its just fun because jokes are cracked all through the meeting. Ideas explode here.
I liked the video, even though the ants came and invaded us, ops i mean we disturbed their place of stay. Its pretty professional. Like story boarding was done, focused, fun, short, simple, sweat. Learnt many techniques, camera angles, lighting consideration. Exaggeration of movements, flowof ideas. Like really, learnt alot, not only that, i got to know everyone a lot more better. And how we face up to situations. Yup.
Three things i want to thank for.
- Thanks Chai, for keeping me sane, on the way home, for letting me vent out my fustration.
- Thanks for the 4 hour phone call =) and God for allowing that to happen =))
- Thank you God, for telling me to run on, when i feel like sitting down. For being here to refresh me, and helping me lean on your strength, when you HAVE ALL THE RIGHTS TO TURN DOWN MY call for help. So thank you God.
Oh, what makes you think you have the RIGHT to ask God to help you? Whose the servant? Whose the master? Sometimes God purposely say no, because you might have forgotten whose the master eh...
Someone buy me a house at pasir ris.
Scintillate, Sparkle, Shine
