Let the nostalgic bits of it all fall into place.
Just open your heart and recall.


Each photo's value varies from individual to individual.

A photo might mean a very high value to me, because someone precious is in the photo, yet it means nothing more to you, when the photo is simply seen as two humans hugging one another.

Looking at ONE camp photos was rather interesting, there were some activities that happened i never knew happened.
Yes, the camp comm member doesn't know whats going on half the time, no, all the time.
Every group photo was...
It was like everyone was looking at you as you look at them and scrutinise the details.

This is what i mean.




I was wrong in my last post. I saw these photos.






No Ronald and Amanda did not lose half their heads, i think its just the shutter speed.

It was the very few photos taken while serving God and his people.
It was a chaotic night. I may have been smiling in that photo, but trust me, seriously, please trust me, it was a chaotic night for me.
Running around with a loud hailer giving instructions to the whole megalife felt so alone.

It was dark so it wasnt easy finding the other two.
Maybe they were off....
It was a chaotic night to me anyway.




My legs look short, it just the angels or the lens or both.
It was a nightmare preparing everything, having to squeeze into the van fighting for a space for my butt with the rest of the camp equipments and logistics.
My right leg, if i didnt remember wrongly, was cramping after half an hour of sitting on one butt cheek only.



For those who never knew how much we planned, to make it MMM.
Make megalife camp memorable.
These photos speak for themselves.
Its a tiny fraction of the time and energy poured in.
Simply because the photographer isnt in the camp comm.
To the camp comm this year, JIA YOU!

I love this photo because all 3 are people who matter a lot to me, in different ways and measures.
Come to think of it, it looked like a mugging session.


Do yourself the favour, look through the photos slowly if you have the time. You might find a lot more depth to the photos when you stop and think. When you let the details fall into place.



It was more than a pity that i didnt get the chance to spend time with my cell, i never got to see this expression till i saw the photo. I wished i had more time with them. Even while sitting with them, i was thinking of whats coming up next and what needs preparation.




I like the water baby idea, because it was mine. Please understand and remember the significance behind it!
Its your faith, dont lose it to anyone, or anything. Guard your faith with all your faith =)

The experiential workshop that was more than an experience to create.
You guys should have seen the OM's face, the expression: Priceless.
You guys didnt know how dirty it was, you went through the dirt, but the dirt was simply horrifying.
Especially the chin cha loke, (if thats how you spell it) which was all above the cupboards, disgusting! And the rotten eggs, thank God i didnt have to be in the toilet, but for those who were in there, i pray the lesson you all learn was one that will stick with you through all your life.

Having to guide everyone at the canteen, was just painful for the throat, aching for the legs, and heartache to see some of your closest just in the state they were in then.
If both of you never knew, and the few others, my heart went out to all of you.
That string i re tapped a million times, but it still came off.
I was the string for the hundreds.
Guiding all of you one by one through the final stages to "heaven".






To those who matter a ton to me in the photos.
You make me smile.
Trust me you do.
And i laughed at my stupidity for ...
Those photos are rare to come by.

Nick Vuijic, made that difference to my afternoon, he could tell i was ...
He made me smile, for the first time that day.













These photos are just classic =)
Think about the thoughts that went through their heads while the time for time to freeze, froze.
Seriously, look at the photos again and think about how was it like in their shoes at that particular moment.







So much emotions in these photos.
Hear the voices that shout.







The worship you cant miss.
The heartbeat behind every hand lifted, behind every hand cupped under the chin.



And for the brother who is going to sleep in my room tonight =)
Kor you rock!
And i love the way you tried to cheer the whole camp comm up when we were all so tired and demoralised. If you never knew, it made a huge difference. Xiong di jie mei men =)
I think my brother is hot =)
Dont you just love the way his hands gesture?
Maybe...only i do.

And for Randolf, that breakfast note, IS IMPRINTED INTO MY MEMORY. Care at its utmost.


Having a friend who takes pictures, rocks!
Ian thanks for the time spent together over this weekend, it made things special =)
You've grown, I'm glad.

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I want a camera, i know i can take photos.
I want a decent jacket, Ian's adidas one would be my bench mark.

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If you are still thinking about ONE camp, dont read the next part.









I dont know what s up with my church, there is like someone getting admitted to the hospital every week in this ministry. I mean someone's relative, family member, etc...i guess our prayers are heard. I know cause there are sms chains which asks us to pray for mou mou ren.

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I mugged GP today.

I wrote these down:
In Singapore, perceptions are educated and not formed from experience.
Is terrorism justified?
Suicide bombing:
To terrorists, they voice their message, to us, they voice their violence.
Violence inevitably leads to more violence.
Eradicate terrorism not by counter violence, but a renewal of perception, values, set of beliefs and conviction. Through a renewal of perception.
Terrorist's think in certain repulsive ways due to classical conditioning.

Conviction leads to action.

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Ronald said this to me on our first visit as camp comm to ffms.
When you think outside the box, you find yourself in a bigger box.

I thought about this today.
The more i know, the more i know i don't know.

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My new found favourite song, been listening to it for about 50 times today.

Mixed tape - Jack's mannequin

The lyrics that apply a lot to my life now.


But it was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of

and

And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you
you, you

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I just love this post. The photos?
Awesome!

The song is stuck in my head, bits and pieces, i am sick of Mixed Tape, but it means quite a bit.
When the holiday wakes from its slumber, i am definitely filling up my Ipod with Christian music.
I somehow just dont feel like listening to songs i used to listen to years ago. Which means old hillsongs songs.
I am a little surprise, i am not doing too bad even though i listen to 99% secular music, but i know which to avoid, the Holy Spirit does prompt, thus those albums are about to meet their extermination. They are there, because i just ripped anyway.

Skipping rocks.

I need to speak more tongues, i realised i haven been having the opportunity to do so, i mean in church and all. Which means i haven really been praying.
I am more of random praying. Much more.
Compared to last year, i am spiritually well off, i guess.

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I am doing my MRI scan tomorrow.
I hope the injection isnt going to be ZZZ.
But the thought of lying still in a huge magnetic machine thrills me.
It costs, even though subsidies taken into account, it still is 110 - 140.
I know 1 injection is far from the 20 Ronald receives, but i hate injections anyway.
I hope my Dad's gigantic infected pimple will be cured in the name of Jesus amen.
Serious, its huge like, 1cm in diameter?

I wonder if i will still find acceptance.