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"In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God."

Psalms 62 : 7

I remember telling Shoon that Saturday was going to be the marathon day.
I’m sorry, but I was mistaken.
Sunday is the real marathon day.
The running around on Sunday trumps any other day of the week by a mile.
On average, I spend more than 12 hours out of the house.
8 hours in church and 4 hours for training and dinner at Kovan.
Good thing the contacts were not worn.

Played keyboard for the first service.
Reuben being the PnW leader this time.
Seriously think I need a break from that role.
Seriously.
I’m getting sick of myself in that role…
Need to recharge for the sake of the children.
Have to grow more before I can really lead the children into that Holy place once more.
On a brighter note, Vanessa helped me to French braid my hair. :D

Second service was headlined by a sermon from Ps Chng.
I fell asleep during the first 15 minutes.
Gaaaaaaah~
-hits head against the wall-
Need to seek penance.
I keep falling asleep.
Regardless of where I sit, who I sit with, who the speaker is, what the topic is or how cold the auditorium is.
I still manage to fall asleep.
Geez… must be something psychological going on… REM anyone?

Had lunch with Winnie, Andrew and Sharon.
Tried out the Penang Char kwey Tiao.
Not bad.
But for that price, I doubt I will be patronizing that store for a while.

CET class was taught by Uncle San Ho.
Very enlightening.
Am glad that I was well enough to attend that class.
Will try my best to apply what I learnt. =]

Attended the worship portion of Youth Service with Sharon.
Her first experience in the revamped service.
So many younger believers and with a very different format in comparison to our normal adult service.
Had to skoot off right after the worship to make sure that I would not be late for training.

A new student just joined the class.
I now have foreign students from France, Brazil, Australia and China.
Very colourful class.
If only I could get a Korean kiddo…
-hysterical laughter-

Monday at work was a breeze even though I had quite a few things to do.
Wasn’t mentally taxing because of my evening activity.
Took TKM out for dinner.
We went to Causeway Point.
First time there for both of us.
Yes, we are that tortoise.
I do plan to make more trips there in the future.
Does help that we have a straight bus to the interchange from outside our place.
Went to Ichiban Boshi and finished off the last portion of my card. Got new a new one in the process as well.
Will have to make another trip there before the end of the month in order to redeem all the items on my card...
-faints-
Walked around a bit before hopping onto the bus and making for another ‘Point’ Mall – Compass Point.
Got some items before walking home.
Good thing too, my face was starting to hurt.
Watched the last episode of Heroes before knocking out cold.

Tuesday was painful towards evening.
Face painful.
Managed to survive cell group though.
The nap I had at Winnie’s house did not help to lessen the pain at all… sianz… need to make sure I get more sleep from now on.
Even resorted to taking a cab home.
The cabbie uncle was coughing so I gave him one of my cough drops.
Gaaah, so many people falling sick.
Who shall we blame this time?

Wednesday at the office was a flurry of activity.
Just think, one week from this day…
-loud psychotic laughter-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANG MUI!!!!
-throws confetti all over the place-
Hope you had a wonderfully fun and exciting day!
-throws more confetti all over the place-
I wished her again in the evening after training… now White Tangerine also knows that Yang Mui’s birthday is 234.
-laughs all over the place-

My God has a very funny sense of humour.
Why do I say so?
Because, when I was finally excited about finishing work and taking a holiday away from my schedule, He gave me a new job that will start in May.
Buahahahah~
Thus, I will have less than 4 days worth of rest before my new job starts.
God gives us what we need and not what we want aye?
-does the dance of joy-
The joy of the Lord is my strength!
-bounces all over the room-

HUUUUUU~~~~~

^-^

Thank you Ms Yong

Walter Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS! Kat Stratford: Well then, tell them I had a seizure.

Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anyone cry today? Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.

Cameron: I burn, I pine, I perish. [Lucentio's line from The Taming of the Shrew Act I Scene 1] Michael: Of course you do. You know, she's beautiful and deep, I'm sure.

Michael: Sweet love, renew thy force. [Start of Shakespeare's Sonnet LVI] Patrick: Hey! Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.

Chastity: I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed? Bianca: I think you can in Europe.

Walter Stratford: I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don't care how dope his ride is. My momma didn't raise no foo'!

Bianca: There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack. Chastity: But I love my Skechers. Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Kat Stratford: Remove head from sphincter, then drive!

Kat Stratford:
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


Patrick: Someone still has her panties in a twist. Kat Stratford: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. Patrick: Then what did I have an effect on? Kat Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing.

Michael: The shit hath hitith the fan... ith.

Walter Stratford: [Bianca and Chastity are sneaking past Bianca's father] Shoulda used the window! Bianca: Hi Daddy! Walter Stratford: Hi... where're we going? Bianca: Well, if you must know... a small study group of friends. Walter Stratford: Otherwise known as an orgy? Chastity: Mr. Stratford, it's just a party! Walter Stratford: And hell is just a sauna.

Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat... Kat Stratford: Tempestuous? Ms. Perky: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.

Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.

Bianca: Where did you come from? Planet "Loser"? Kat Stratford: As opposed to Planet "Look At Me, Look At Me"?

Patrick: Not a big talker, huh? Kat Stratford: Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy.

Patrick: It's not everyday you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.

Patrick: Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?

Patrick: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed.

Kat Stratford: You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke. Patrick: I know, I quit. Apparently they're bad for you. Kat Stratford: You think?

Patrick: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl. Kat Stratford: Is that right? Patrick: Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um, I fell for her.

Cameron: She never wanted me. She wanted Joey the whole time. Patrick: Cameron, do you like the girl? Cameron: Yeah. Patrick: Yeah, and is she worth all this trouble? Cameron: Well, I thought she was, but you know, I... Patrick: Well, she is or she isn't. See first of all, Joey is not half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it.

Ms. Perky: So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Morgan's class... again. Kat Stratford: Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action. Ms. Perky: The way you expressed your opinion to Bobby Ridgeway? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested. Kat Stratford: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.

Joey: Mr. Morgan, is there any chance we could get Kat to take her Midol *before* she comes to class? Mr. Morgan: Someday, you gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it.

Patrick: Was that a yes? Kat Stratford: No. Patrick: Well, then, was that a no? Kat Stratford: No.

Cameron: Wow, is this what a bar looks like? [reaches into a jar] Michael: Don't touch anything! You may get hepatitis. [they find Patrick drinking and smoking] Patrick: So what have ya got for me? Cameron: A little insight into a very complicated girl. Michael: Excuse me, uh, just one question before we start. Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver? Patrick: [confused] What? Michael: Nothing. Nothing. Cameron: Alright, uh, first thing, Kat hates smokers. [slowly removes Patrick's cigarette] Patrick: So, you're telling me I'm a... non-smoker. Michael: Yes. Well, just for now. Cameron: And, um, and here's another problem. Bianca said that Kat likes pretty guys. Patrick: [looks confused and slowly rises] Are you telling me I'm not a pretty guy? Michael: H-He's very pretty. He's a gorgeous guy. Cameron: Yeah. I-I just wasn't sure. I didn't know. Michael: [gives him two thumbs up] You're a gorgeous guy. Cameron: [Patrick sits back down] Alright, uh, yeah, okay, here's this, uh... Likes: Thai food, feminist pros and angry girl music of the Indie Rock persuasion. Here's a list of the CDs that she has in her room. Patrick: So, I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to chicks who can't play their instruments, right? Michael: Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Cameron: Her favorite band's playing there tomorrow night. Patrick: I can't be seen at Club Skunk. All right? Cameron: But she'll be there, she's got tickets. Michael: Hey listen, assail your ears for one night. Cameron: She has a pair of black underwear, if that helps. Michael: [laughing cooly] Couldn't hurt, right?

[when asked if he'll date Katarina] Wimpy Loser: Maybe if we were the last two people alive, and there were no sheep. Are there sheep?

Ms. Perky: Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat? Cameron: Yeah, my-my dad is, uh... Ms. Perky: That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere. Cameron: Excuse me? D-Did you just say... Am I in the right office? Ms. Perky: Not any more you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!

Ms. Perky: Patrick Verona. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. Patrick: Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, hit the lights? Ms. Perky: Oh, very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria? Patrick: I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst. Ms. Perky: Bratwurst? Aren't we the optimist? Next time, keep it in your pouch, okay? Scoot!

Cameron: Just 'cause you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter.

Mr. Morgan: I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. Must be tough. But the next time you storm the PTA crusading for better... lunch meat, or whatever it is you white girls complain about, ask them WHY they can't buy a book written by a black man! White Rastas: That's right mon! Mr. Morgan: Don't even get me started on you two! White Rastas: [Mumble to themselves]

Bianca: People expect me to be there! Walter Stratford: Kat's not going, you're not going! Bianca: Why can't you be normal? Kat Stratford: Define normal. Bianca: Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal. Walter Stratford: What's a Bogey Lowenstein? Kat Stratford: Bogey's party is just a lame excuse for all the idiots at our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless... Bianca, Chastity: ...meaningless, consumer-driven lives.

[last lines] Kat Stratford: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know? Patrick: Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine.

Bianca: [after Kat has told her that she went out with Joey] How is it possible that I did not know about this? Kat Stratford: I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!

Mr. Chapin: You look pretty nervous. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You're sweating like a pig. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You're eyes are all... bloodshot. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You've got pot, don't you? [the kid pulls out a bag] Mr. Chapin: I'm confiscating this. [walks away and sees Cheetos on another students desk] Mr. Chapin: This too.

Joey: [to Patrick after Kat backs into his car when he won't move it out her way] Watching that bitch violate my car doesn't count as a date.

Joey: Your sister here? Kat Stratford: Stay away from my sister. Joey: Oh, I'll stay away from your sister, but I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me.

Joey: Are you lost? Michael: No, actually I just came by to chat. Joey: We don't chat.

Walter Stratford: You're 18, you don't know what you want. And you won't know what you want 'til you're 45, and even if you get it, you'll be too old to use it.

Joey: [holding up headshots] Which one do you like better? Bianca: Umm, I think I like the white shirt better. Joey: Yeah, it's-it's more... Bianca: Pensive? Joey: Damn, I was going for thoughtful.

Kat Stratford: I'll let you get back to Reginald's quivering member. Ms. Perky: "Quivering member." I like that.

Ms. Perky: [writing her novel] Undulating with desire, Adrian removes her red... [breaks concentration, chooses another word] Ms. Perky: crimson cape, at the site of Reginal's stiff and... Judith! What's another word for "engorged"? Judith: [disgusted] I'll look it up. Ms. Perky: Okay. [thinking of word] Ms. Perky: Swollen... Turgient... Kat Stratford: [enters] Tumesent? Ms. Perky: Perfect!

Bianca: Can we for two seconds ignore the fact that you're severely unhinged and discuss my need for a night of teenage normalcy? Walter Stratford: What's normal? Those damn Dawson's River kids, sleeping in each other's beds and whatnot?

Bianca: But she's a mutant! What if she never dates? Walter Stratford: Then you'll never date. Oh, I like that.

Patrick: I thought you wanted out. Cameron: Yeah, well, I did, but, uh... that was until she kissed me. Patrick: Where? Cameron: In the car.

[after purposefully crashing into a car] Kat Stratford: Whoops.

Bianca: You suck! Kat Stratford: [Mocking Bianca] You suck!

Kat Stratford: What is it, Asshole Day?

[talking about the prom] Kat Stratford: Can you even imagine? Who the hell would go to that antiquated mating-ritual? Mandella: I would, but I don't have a date. Kat Stratford: Do you really wanna get all dressed up, so some Drakkar Noir-wearing dexter with a boner can feel you up while you're forced to listen to a band that, by definition, blows?

Kat Stratford: You're looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. We're making a statement. Mandella: Oh goody, something new and different for us!

Kat Stratford: Tell me something true. Patrick: Something true... I hate peas. Kat Stratford: No, something real, something no one else knows. Patrick: Okay, you're sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for me.

Mr. Morgan: All right, not that I give a damn, but how was everybody's weekend? Joey: Oh, I dunno, maybe we should ask Kat? Mr. Morgan: Unless she kicked the crap outta your dumb butt, I don't wanna hear about it!

Mr. Morgan: Get outta my class. Kat Stratford: What? Mr. Morgan: Out. Get out! Joey: Thanks, Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan: Shut up!

[Two guys are fighting in his house, making a mess] Bogey Lowenstien: You guys, please! Take it outside! [They smash through a window] Bogey Lowenstien: Thank you!

Michael: These delusionals are your White Rastas. Uh, they're big Marley fans, they think they're black, semi-political, but mostly... Cameron: Smoke a lot of weed?

Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh? Kat Stratford: [sarcastically] Am I that transparent? I want you, I *need* you, oh baby, oh baby.

Mr. Morgan: [after reading Shakespearean sonnet] Now, I know Shakespeare's a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that. I want you all to write your own version of this sonnet. [Kat raises her hand in the background] Mr. Morgan: Yes, Miss "I Have An Opinion About Everything"?

Michael: Alright. Uh, I talked to her; I got the scoop. Cameron: What'd she say? Michael: "Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns." That's a direct quote. Patrick: Thanks Michael. That's very comforting of you.

Cameron: Well, you don't know. She could, uh, she could need a day to cool off. [they all duck as a soccer ball flies past them] Patrick: Maybe two.

Patrick: Hey there girly. How you doin'? Kat Stratford: Sweating like a pig actually and yourself? Patrick: Now there's a way to get a guy's attention huh? Kat Stratford: My mission in life. But, obviously I struck your fancy so you see it worked. The world makes sense again.

Michael: I'm thinking of getting a Tercel. Yeah, that's a Toyota.

Bianca: Can't you just find some blind, deaf retard to take you to the movies so I can have one date? Kat Stratford: I'm sorry. Looks like you'll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Joey "eat me" Donner.

Kat Stratford: I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.

Walter Stratford: And I'll get to sleep at night. The deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren't out being impregnated.

Kat Stratford: You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that? Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually.

Patrick: I thought for sure I was busted when I was climbing out that window, I tell you. So, how did you keep him distracted? Kat Stratford: I dazzled him with my... wits.

Cameron: We are screwed. Michael: Hey, no, hey. I don't wanna hear that defeatist attitude... I wanna hear you upbeat! Cameron: [more upbeat] We are screwed! Michael: There ya go.

Mandella: Have you seen him? Kat Stratford: Who? Mandella: William. He asked me to meet him here. Kat Stratford: Oh Mandella, please tell me you haven't progressed to full-on hallucinations.

Patrick: [while trying to get Kat go out with him] Well, the night I take you places you've never been before. Kat Stratford: Like where, the 7-11 on Broadway?

Walter Stratford: I know who you wanna bend the rules for. It's that hot-rod Joey. Bianca: What's a hot-rod?

[both speaking french] Cameron: May I offer you a parsnip? Bianca: No, you may not. Cameron: Where is my uncle's pencil? Bianca: I don't know. Maybe it is up your ass?

Bogey Lowenstien: [the doorbell rings] That must be Nigel with the brie.

Kat Stratford: [drunk. Leans in close to Patrick] Hey... your eyes have a little green in them. [Patrick smiles momentarily, then Kat vomits at his feet]

Cameron: And I'm BACK IN THE GAME!

Kat Stratford: [talking to Mr. Chapin in detention] Well, now that you've seen "the plan", I'm gonna go and show "the plan" to someone else.

[after Joey punches Cameron, Bianca punches Joey in the face] Joey: Shit, Bianca, I'm shooting a nose spray ad tomorrow! Bianca: That's for making my date bleed! [punches him again] Bianca: That's for my sister! [knees him in the crotch] Bianca: And that's for me!

Walter Stratford: You know fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still let's me play a few innings - you've had me on the bench for years. When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I won't even be able to watch the game. Kat Stratford: *When* I go? Walter Stratford: Oh, boy. Don't tell me you changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check. [Kat gasps in surprise, then hugs her father]

Kat Stratford: [to Patrick - after he asks her out for the first time] Do you even know my name screwboy?

[Mr. Stratford makes Bianca wear a pregnancy belly before leaving for a party, Patrick arrives and sees her] Patrick: [to Kat] Who knocked up your sister?

Kat Stratford: We're going now. Walter Stratford: Alright, wait a minute. No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, *no* ritual animal slaughters of any kind. Oh, God, I'm giving them ideas.

Patrick: I was watching you out there, before. I've never seen you look so sexy.

Cameron: You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and even the score.

Walter Stratford: What are the two house rules? Number One: No dating till you graduate. Number Two: No dating till you graduate.
Ok, I might have gone a bit overboard with the quotes today.
My reason being that I’ve gone bonkas over 10 Things I Hate About You.
Movie was released in 1998.
It’s funny, witty and oh so sweet.
Am looking around for the DVD. I guess it would be a very hard find given how long ago it was made ya?
If anyone has seen it please let me know!
I will buy you lunch!
Sumpah!

Sunday’s service was not bad, save for the fact that I could not breathe half the time. My nose had been so runny that I used up more than 1 box of tissue over the period of 48 hours. I kid you not. And in the process, I blew my nose so hard that I face started to hurt.
But, through it all, God prevailed and I managed to sing my way through 2 services. Unfortunately, I was not well enough to hang around for CET and Youth service. After knocking out in church during the Dynamic service, I kinda threw in the proverbial towel and made the trip home to sleep.
The sleep proved to be very much needed.
Got up and hauled my bum to Kovan for the training, of which I did not partake with my students instead, I was the student for the evening.
Yes, my turning kicks need an overhaul.
I totally agree on that point, so I am not fighting reality.
I am working to get them better. =]

Waited for Woei Jun to turn up to help her with her poomsae before having dinner with Eileen, John, Elmo and Alvin at White Tangerine.
Baked pasta with soup and Earl Grey tea~~
They stopped me from eating all the other ‘will-make-you-more-sick’ foods. We sat there, all absorbed in either the basketball match or the English Premier League match. No goals from either side on the football pitch at half time so we paid the bill, packed up and walked to Heartland Mall. Bought ice cream. That one – they failed to stop me from buying. I was wondering why no one was preventing me from taking out the cash… haha… got the money into the bank, walked around some more and then headed in our respective directions.
There was a time when I would be the only one walking home, but now I have two guys on the same route as me. Haha…
Good to have bodyguards~

Had taken leave from work on Monday in order to go for an interview.
This one was at Jurong.
Jalan Ahmad Ibrahim to be precise.
All the way across the island.
Took bus, train, switched train and back on the bus route once more.
Two hours after I left my house, mine eyes laid itself upon the building.
In God’s own perfect timing, I was able to reach the venue before it started raining donkeys and monkeys.
Thank God the interview went well, or at least I think it did.
Not sure how it will fair but I am positive nonetheless.
Always look on the bright side of very situation, it’s better for health. Haha
Finished with the interview and started on my trip home.
Total travelling time, to and fro, came to about 5 hours.
Yes, THAT long.
Imagine how much can be accomplished in 5 hours at home… WOW…
-psychotic laughter-

The pain in my right eye and upper right teeth got so bad that I went back to the doctor on Tuesday and he told me that a worse case scenario would be that I had broken a bone in my face.
Eghad~
Had to take half day off from work that day coz I was feeling way too lousy to handle a whole day out of the house, the good thing was that I managed to get all the assignments done for the day before leaving a trail of dust behind.
Could not make it to cell group that night; though the venue had been changed, rest more important that that point in time.

Wednesday started at 5.45am.
Had to report to work at 7.30am.
Managed to get there in time and good thing too, I learnt quite a few new things about the centre and the things that goes on in the morning when I have yet to enter in the building.
Children were either too zonked or hyper from having breakfast. Spent my time looking after the kiddos and trying to prevent World War 3 which was brewing in the Kindergarten 2 section.

The Wesley appreciation lunch for the admin staff.
Held at Riverview Hotel.
Food was a mix of supers.
Super salty.
Super oily.
Super sweet.
Of the three, I could only bask in the sweet category because my face was giving me a lot of pain.
Abnegation of an order which brings about the loss of weight.
-hysterical laughter-
Took a walk around Plaza Singapura, ran an errand for TKM and got me two VCD titles before heading home and to the comfort of my bed.
Kiss of the Dragon
Dragon Heart.
Didn’t realize that I had bought two titles with Dragons in them until I started testing out the VCDs at home.
Lalalalalaa~

Not able to attend training in the evening.
For obvious reasons.
Did I mention that I had a fever on Tuesday night?

Health improved a lot on Thursday.
Headed to work feeling rather upbeat and looking forward it as well.
Sadly, it was not as I had hoped.
A big matter came in and whacked up everything.
We were all very busy trying to find out all the facts and I go so busy that I forgot to take my medication.
Hahaha…

Today’s rather the same as yesterday, with some unexpected guests and missing teachers.
Super Sharon to the rescue?
Almost forgot to take my medication again.
Only one big difference.
Got the SMS from Ms G this morning that Ms Yong had gone to be with the Lord.

My condolences to her family and all who love her.
Our lives were all blessed because of her.
Thank you Ms Yong for being such a wonderful Principal.

We will always remember you.

-moment of silence-

10 minutes I wrote and about you things

Kat Stratford: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


Rushed off to Punggol for a class after work on Friday.
Yvonne had called in for a relief teacher because one of my colleagues was still sick.
Class was cut throat. 9 kiddos vs my usual 19.
Very big difference.
The smart alac tried to take over the class from me. I do wonder how she conducts the usual class. Hmmm…

Saturday’s class expended beyond its usual capacity.
I seem to be getting a new student every week.
Pretty soon I will be conducting two lessons. O.o
-screams and runs around the room with hair flying all over the place-
Scary xia~
Met Alvin after class and zoomed down to TPY Sports Hall in a cab.
Grading for both Junior and Senior belts.
Brown 1 and above.
I believe it was both an enlightening and freaky experience for the junior belts. Some of whom landed up crying when they completed their tests.
I don’t blame them. Given their age and the amount of knowledge crammed into their minds, not forgetting the number of people staring at them throughout the entire procedure, I wouldn’t be surprised if even the adults run out of the hall in tears.
But that’s another ball game in entirety.
-hysterical laughter-
T’was a good thing that none of my students attended this grading.
Lots of kids and the sessions were staggered.
Lasting all way till 6pm with the rain pouring down on our heads.
Pasar Malam at Toa Payoh central provided many an interesting food source for Alvin, Daryl and myself.
Reached home for dinner and prepared for Sunday.

Marathon days at church hath began.
I wasn’t on duty that day, but plenty of things were going on and I almost fell asleep half way. Then again, there’s nothing unusual about that. -.-lll
I didn’t fall asleep during the second service like I usually do, instead. The head nodding come during the CET - Christian Education and Training.
Yes, I have to confess… it was VERY boring.
Blame the child who was lacking in sleep.
There was a lot of stuff to take in within those two hours and the lesson did not have any break in between.
I initially thought that there would be a break in the middle, but it never came, so hence I had to drink water to keep awake but I still nodded off from time to time.
-whacks head against the wall-

Felt myself falling sick since convocation morning but felt that I could pull through it and get every headless chicken thing done. Sad to say, it was not the case this time, I fell horribly ill on Monday morning and couldn’t get out of bed.
Flu struck me hard this time.
Bad throat and inability to breath properly through the red nose.
-hears Jingle Bells playing in the background-
I ain’t no reindeer!
Waited for 2 hours before I was able to see the doctor.
Efficient to the point of being a humanoid.
Says that if my nose continues being this sensitive, I will end up having to use a nose spray to make sure it does not go crazy on me again.
Nose spray?
Urgh~
I’ve tried ear drops and eye drops but not nose spray… gives me the impression of an asthma inhaler going into the wrong part of the body.
-shakes head to get rid of the imagery-

The virus and nose infection was so strong that I had to stay at home on Tuesday as well. Missing out on another day worth of work as well as cell group.
Spent day the same way as Monday.
Open windows, good ventilation and plenty of rest.
I now know the difference between heading to work well rested and getting out of bed without enough sleep.
It is very distinct to me now.
Hahaha~
I shall have to schedule in a proper nap every week from now on.
-hysterical laughter-

Wednesday, when I went back to work, my nose was still malfunctioning but the good thing was that I was feeling a lot better. In comparison to Monday anyway~
Had to bring my medication to work. The drowsy drugs kinda made me a bit tipsy but not much of a choice coz I didn’t want work to pill up even more.
Forewent taekwondo training that evening for the sake of making a proper and full recovery.
Came home right after work and made sure I consumed home cooked food.
Hehehe…

By the way, I now also realize how quiet life at home is.
Returning to work meant that I lost part of my hearing.
No joke.
Spending 4 full days away from the centre without the voices of the children and then finally having the noise unleashed upon your ears when you are in a state of incomplete wellbeing and tipsiness equals to losing your balance and part of your mind at the same time.
-psychotic laughter-
And I also lost more of my voice because I had to constantly ask the kiddos to turn down their volumes. From level 8 to 2. -.-lll

Thursday met with a similar end. Happy thing in managing to finish my assignments for the week though =]
Watched American Idol Gives Back.
Program lasted till 12.30am.
Many a celebrity lent their support to the production.
Pleas were made for various charities and the phone calls came a ringing.
Yes, the songs were beautiful.
Yes, my heart went out to them; especially the segment done by Annie Lenox.
Yes, the jokes were funny; though I think they were too mean to Simon.
Yes, I believe that the money is very needed by the charities spoken about during the show.
HOWEVER
I cannot help wondering if the big stars had paid for their own trips to the locations or had given to the charities something of themselves then just their time and voice.
I agree that exposure is a very valuable commodity where charities are concerned, but then again, if Brad Pitt or Mariah Carey were donate the proceeds from just one of their movies or albums to a charity of their choice, that charity would be extremely well off.
Don’t forget the good will that comes along for the ambassador who is willing to part with his hard earned money for the sake of the greater good.
I am totally sure that if any movie star were to give his paycheck to a worthy non-profit organization their celeb-status would be boosted by plenty much.

Friday was wet morning day.
It marked the first time I had to get to work in the rain.
Thank God that there is shelter from my block all the way to the LRT station. Heehee…
Made mental changes to the route I would be taking to work then left everything else to God.
As promised, it was all perfect. =]

Since HFMD is so rampant these days, I have learnt how to check the children for possible infections. My prowess was tested this very day. It will be put to work again next Wednesday.
WAHAHAHAH~~
Assignments were completed around 4pm and I was extremely glad to get them all out of my hair before the start of the weekend.
There are plenty of things to be done over the next 3 days.
God shall be my guide.
Until the battle is done and the victory is won, my Lord will me through~
My strength comes from Him and so does my peace.
-does the dance of joy-

I want to be able to tie a proper French braid.
The ones I’ve tested out on my hair seem to be the Outward-Scorpion instead. Sianz… must have more practice and longer hair.
Provided my hair does not get lost in the process of trial and error tying.
O.olll
-faints-

Yeap, it’s another long post.

Marilyn~~~
Coming home soon~~~
JAPANESE FOOD HERE WE COME!!!!!
-loud hysterical laughter-

And way past a circle I have come.
Past Friday and into Saturday.

Headed down to WWS after my usual Saturday class in Seng Kang.
I realise that I miss that place a lot.
Uncle Chan says that me still look the same.
Haahaa.
Helped out with the admin stuff and celebrated Sylvia's birthday at the same time.
Thank you to Annie for the choice of cake.
T'was a nice balance of the different types of chocolates.

Took close to 2 hours to get home.
Must have been the weather.
Hmmm....
Praise God for this week.
The coming one's gonna be even more praise worthy.
His creations are all perfect!

-does the dance of joy again-
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The Graduate

Evan Baxter: [on the ark, addressing a big crowd] People! The flood is imminent! [everyone looks around, bewildered, and up at the sunny sky. Evan addresses the heavens] Evan Baxter: Is it too much to ask for a LITTLE PRECIPITATION?


The much awaited convocation was held yesterday @ SIM HQ @ 3pm.
However, the action started the night before that.

Wednesday night’s training was so exciting that the netball court took off my skin as a souvenir.
We did physical training, running up and down the court, kicking the targets and even incorporating patterns into the relay matches.
I got a huge blister, but didn’t think much of it.
Consequently, it broke and the skin got torn off in the process of running. When I finally realized how bad it had gotten, it was already too late.
The only remedy was to cut off the skin, wash the raw skin and get the wound covered.
Then… being me, I plastered the wound and continued training.
Did sparing with Woei Jun.
-dodges the flying slippers-
Training lasted all the way till 10pm.

That’s when Alvin and Jared turned up for supper.
White Tangerine being the usual venue.
Had a fusion of dishes which was healthy and oh so satisfying~
Talked talked, rubbished, talked some more and then headed home in a cab.
Went online not long after reaching home and stayed on the net till about 1am.
It was at that time that I decided to have another look at the convocation booklet – Horror of horrors; I had gotten the timing of the briefing wrong.
What I thought was supposed to be the start of the briefing was actually the deadline for which all participants were to be seated in the hall!
And registration was to start 1.5 hours earlier than that!
Yes, I kinda freaked out… but seeing that it was already way past my bedtime and everyone who would be attending was probably asleep already, I didn’t think it would be worth my energy to fret about it.
Mentally placing the matter aside, I went into knock out mood the moment my head touched the pillow.

I was woken up barely 6 hours later by my mother’s voice in the hall.
Yeap, she was talking rather loudly… x.xlll
Since my alarm clock was set for 2 hours later, I decided to settle the problem of timing and went back to sleep.
Good decision, because had I not done so, I doubt I would have been able to go back to sleep with so much on my mind and with time running out no less.
-hysterical laughter-
In no time, the alarm went off and the official preparation for the convocation began.
The blouse was ironed, the gown was pressed and the relevant items were all placed in the plastic bag. ‘War-paint’ was applied and I blew out of the house before 11.30am.
Unfortunately, due to the biting heat, I lost more than half my makeup before I could get to the MRT station. And the most embarrassing situation presented itself to me on the LRT. Something that I shall remember for a very long time to come. I would like to say Thank You to the Auntie who decided to save this extremely blur child from further humiliation.

Got myself to the school without losing more makeup and had a very quick lunch with Diana before getting myself to the Grand Hall to get the registration done.
Caroline advised me to go get robed up as soon as possible to avoid the crowd. I am very glad that I listened because less than ten minutes later, the throng of graduates to be filled up the entire floor.
It was hard to spot my parents and brother, let alone spot certain friends.
To quote Ying Ying, “There are so many clones around!”
And all the clones went into the Grand Hall at 2.15pm for the briefing.
Very glad that my family made it down with time to spare.
Hence better seats for them. Hehe~

The briefing was rather detailed but I doubt anyone minded. The nerves were getting to all of us, so much so that some students were jittering in their seats.
The ceremony started at 3pm sharp with the procession of big wigs. Hats that were square and hats that looked like cream puffs.
Curry pok anyone?
Speeches were made by the VIPs. Long enough to put my brother to sleep but not enough to give a person good rest. 150 year anniversary celebration this year. It’s been a long time since the first person started their external course with UOL. Haha… I wonder what kind of honors that person achieved.
Hmmm…
There were plenty of procedures to follow thus making the entire process seem more like a factory production line rather than a very special occasion.
Haha… okok, it depends on which view point you see the situation from lah… very subjective.
To me, it was a combination of both. Good and not so good, but still good overall =]
I got my certificate and had my photo taken with the Vice Chancellor. Even had the honor of shaking Rosie Gosling’s hand during my time on stage… okok… everyone had that chance lah~
-hysterical laughter-

Near miss for Julia. She was able to attend the graduation only because I decided to call her. Long story but she does owe me one. A BIG one xp

Photo taking filled the school once we all left the hall.
People flashing cameras here and there.
Plenty of groups huddled together to commemorate the occasion.
I had my own group of friends shooting pictures with and of me.
Group photos with my family members, study buddies and pals.
The rain did not stop us from having a very fun time.
My study group blocked the passage way to the atrium while taking pictures for more than ten minutes… hahah.. thanks in part to our parents who held up cameras and shot us from 1 meter away.
Hahahaa~

Having accepted to take over Eileen’s classes the night before, I had to say my farewells and jump into the car to head up to Punggol.
The rain and traffic jams made sure that I was late for 45 minutes.
But all was well when I arrived. The students were well taken care of by Yvonne. Hehe…
The two classes went on very successfully. Thank God.
By the time I reached home.
It was once again time for me to knock out, but I still had to make sure that my inbox had been cleared and other things had been checkout online. Once again, my head only hit the pillow at 1 plus in the morning.
-psychotic laughter-

Yes it was a VERY good day and I would like to make my thanks known.
To Yang Mui and Diana, for coming to school to take pictures with me =] Thank you for being the impromptu photographers as well!
Yingying, I LOVE THE FLOWERS! Hehe… I felt like a super star when you gave them to me lor~ They now sit on my table in a vase. Will be taking a lot of photos with and of them.
Claudia, my makeup would have all been gone without your help. Haha~
Julia, for making the ceremony less boring and adding that extra dash of crazy to the day.
Desmond, Keith, Yen, Ya Hui, Claudia, Gary and Eddie, the photo taking was so fun~
Joel… thanks for waiting for me, will be sending you the photo soon.
My friends who were also at the graduation… if I have missed out your names… forgive me please. We’ve still got time to retake em’ photos aye? Deadline for returning the gowns is the 14th.WAHAHAHAHA~
Saving the best for last, my family. Just because and so much much more.
And… least I forget and not give Him the glory – My God.
He made the day, and it was perfect. Like everything else He creates.
To God be the glory.
Time to sing doxology!

Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise him above, ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Amen!
-does the dance of joy-

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