Uhm, Irvin and Lurvene are a couple in my church, they have one of the longest and nicest relationship story. I'm using their names cuz they rhyme.=P No other reason.
Holidays- I not gonna work liao hahahahaha. no lar got camp 8th-10th June ACID CAmp,10-13th Children's church camp, 14th-16th NVAC camp. July-2nd-13th Gonna follow my Dad's footsteps.
Uhm Guys, I mean it DUN ASk ME GO GYM PLS. DUN ASK ME TRAIN RUNNING, JUST RUN FOR FUN.Basketball, soccer or any sports will do fine haha.
OK here's a story.
The Eraser Irvin was a little boy of 6 attending a neighborhood kindergarten. Lurvene was a little girl of the same age attending the same kindergarten. Like other boys of that age, Irvin plays only with boys, as it is considered weird to be with the opposite sex. After all, boys are made of snips, snails and puppy dog tails. The games played by Boys were preparing them for their gender role, rough and tough they have to be, to take care of their families when they are older, to serve their country and give their all. Girls, on the other hand, being made of sugar, spice and everything nice, play games differently. As such, their social gender role is also different. They are expected to be nice and kind, to be teachers and nurses, to be caregivers. They were to grow to be gentle and delicate, like a flower in hand, beautiful but ethereal.
Irvin, being a boy, continued his time in the kindergarten mixing with boys. Lurvene, being a girl, continued hers with girls. The two have no reason for being friends or speaking to each other, as their world of their gender provided them with everything they needed. Also, they do not wish to be an outcast in their group of friends. Every kid wants to be the popular kid, and since they were both dominant in their masculine and feminine traits respectively, it is no wonder they are one of the more popular children in their clique.
One day, due to an epidemic of chicken pox, there was an odd number of boys and an odd number of girls in their class. Usually this wouldn't pose as a problem, but during Arts and Craft then, the children have to pair up due to the purpose of the project. Despite their popularity, both were left out in the pairing. As such, they were one of the few cross-gender pairings that existed in their 2 years of kindergarten. Although they were both a bit reluctant, as they were afraid of being ostracised, they worked together being the good pupils they are.
The project required them to create a collage of their little school. The reason they worked in pairs is due to a shortage of time and also so that the children would learn to work together to create something beautiful. Well, something beautiful was created and something even more beautiful was too. Despite their gender differences and initial aloofness, they overcame all in the name of cooperation. As both were of a vivacious nature, it was not long before there was much teasing, playing and laughter. They created a work of art with eggshells, coloured paper, white glue and paint. They created another piece of art with their jokes, mindless banter and laughter. Their hands touched one another, and both retracted theirs in shyness. A glance at each other's direction with a twinkle says it all. Their pupils dilate and peered straight into each other. The teacher bellowed, “Time's up, pass up your work.”
As the days in the week go by, they spend more time together. Totally immersed in their little world of laughter and games, they care not of their friends and their gossip. Both were truly engaged in their earnest and innocent friendship. Soon, they became the best of friends. They did not realise that as they spend more time playing together, their separate world of friends began their evil words and these took its toll.
“Irvin,you boy or not? Why you spend so much time with Lurvene? She's a girl, you wanna become like her huh. If you continue like that, we will not friend you anymore.” “Lurvene, why you so like that? Spend so much time with Irvin, later you become boy then you know. Just so you know, if you carry on like that, we won't friend you no more.”
The next day even before they began lessons, both avoided each other and played with their previous group of friends. They did not even dare to look each other's way, only sneaking glances to have a glimpse of each other. Irvin took a quick look but saw Lurvene's eyes away, after he returned his eyeline to his friends, she did likewise and saw the same. Both look so happy being the popular kid in their clique, but they both knew they left something behind and that felt terrible. Their eyes averted, their passion dwindled, what is their friendship worth?
A week past since the day they parted, a week of emptiness and awkwardness. He felt like bursting and she felt the same way too. He made a decision there and then, he couldn't care less what his friends say and think, if he left this precious friend behind, what kind of a person would he be! She made a decision there and then too. The next day before school begins, children played in the corridors and screams of ecstasy and excitement filled the air. Lurvene approached Irvin and gave him an eraser. “I like playing with you and I think we'd make good friends. But the girls don't like me hanging out with you, as you are a boy and I am a girl. I hope you understand.”
Irvin was a little boy of 6 attending a neighborhood kindergarten. Lurvene was a little girl of the same age attending the same kindergarten. Like other boys, Irvin plays only with boys as it is considered weird to be with the opposite sex. After all, boys are made of snips, snails and puppy dog tails. The games played by Boys were preparing them for their gender role, rough and tough they have to be, to take care of their families when they are older, to serve their country and give their all. Girls, on the other hand, being made of sugar, spice and everything nice, played games differently. As such, their social gender role is also different. They were expected to be nice and kind, to be teachers and nurses, to be caregivers. They were to grow to be gentle and delicate, like a flower in hand, beautiful but ethereal.
If the eraser could only erase their differences, they would have something beautiful, but the eraser could not even erase this painful memories of something that could have been.
Uhm Pause the Mp3 player first.My dad sent these videos to me. It is of children from the Karen Village in north western Thailand worshiping God. Just thought I'll share it with u all. The cameraman is my Dad(figured it out through the background singer voice,LOL Dad's voice so distinct =P), one of the guitarist is Uncle Kum Sieng(this is not the right spelling, juz what i think it sounds like, i dun noe Thai)U can feel the joy and also the passion that most of us have forgotten. It truy is a humbling experience. Its a 5 part video. Truly the kingdom of God belongs to the little children. Thx Dad for sharing your work with me. Part1
Its now more than 2 weeks since the end of exams. Have decided to devote more time to tender loving care of my better half. Will work on some scales and patterns to improve my techniques. Have decided on practicing downward cycle fifths and ladybird turnabouts. Muz also work on chords and extended dominant seventh.(WAH sounds so cheem, actually i juz pull out the mumbo-jumbo to make u all think i super pro, no lar juz needa practice sum patterns and licks and improve my ear)
I'm still looking for job, but i wan sumting that has a testimonial, i dun really need money. Still surviving(will not resort to begging yet,haha).
Have been doing some basic training, so i'm still not fat and flabby yet. Haha, I'm still capable of running circles around all u NS Khakis(BLEAH, who ask you all slack never train). lalala, i got gym at home so too badz to all. Can maintain basic fitness and strength.
Reading lots of books lately, even chinese books. Have decided to take this break to mug up my cheena. Muz make sure it become tokong ennuff to pass off as cheena-piang. Actually i find chinese books more fun to read. Although i havta spend lotsa time flipping through the dictionary. But then, it makes for a better read.(Ai Yo, I becoming 'yellow' again) But hey, I like both my languages and my dialect. Will continue to work in these 2 langs and canto.
Oh oh almost forgot. This is an experimental Story. I know i bery long no write proper story liaoz, so this one is for those who waited. A bit abstract. Will seem like no flow at first.(Hint, hint!! EAsier to follow the flow if u follow the fatigue lvl of the narrator.) If still can't follow, means i'm really horrible at doing this and i wun attempt such weird writing style again.
The Running Man We all live in silhouettes of yesterday. A time when our words jump right out and our deeds scream through the silence of our memories. No time to pause for thoughts during then so only memoirs of past laurels or sad regrets remain today. We don't recall why we do the things we do, just an emotional gap that is left. Words that pierce and deeds that burst, sometimes the pain lingers despite not remembering what happened. Just an emptiness that echoes in the silence of our memories. I don't remember what happened in the past week or so. Heck, I don't even recall my name. I don't know how I got here, or even why am I in this place. I'm as weak as a kitten now with tubes and wires all strung around me. A single ward in a hospital which I know not where it is. All is still and that leaves me much peace to gather my thoughts. Scattered all around the corners of my mind, I don't seem to remember much. All are but fragments and pieces of a jigsaw with missing links here and there. The crucial ones, those that give the slightest hint of the complete picture, they are the ones that are missing. The silence interrupted in syncopation by the many beeps of the ECGs and EEGs, and also by drips and drops of IVs. As I gaze into the drips of saline solution that fall with a specific rhythm, the tempo leads me and I slowly recalled what happened. In fragments still that is, though they still make no sense, I'm sure that when the pieces are all there, I'll be able to see the picture. A lady in a white nurse outfit enters. With a huge beaming smile that stretches from cheek to cheek, she bid me good morning. According to my little nightingale, I'd been asleep for a day. There was no ID on me when I was admitted, so my name is now John Doe. (You can call me J.D. for short) I'd been diagnosed with acute retrograde and also acute anterograde amnesia. In other words, my memory is not all its cracked up to be. Apparently, now I have problems with recall and also placing new items into my memory. They tell me that there is no physical cause for my case and that it could be a dissociative fugue, as if I know what that means. Ha ha, they can't even tell me in layman's terms because even if they did, I won't recall the moment something distracts me and it leaves my attention.
(Shock)I don't know how far I've come now, but my legs seem to be leaded like the shoes of divers. I can hardly lift each leg in front of the other. No reason have I left to carry on my journey to a destination I forgot. My breath feels short and shallow, rapid and yet its cycle is broken just like my steps which i stagger to keep moving. Like a drunk with a lethal dose of alcohol, I hobble along the path. I have no peace, feeling disturbed by an illusion that has faded. Shock at a mirage that is no longer seen. Its not anger i feel inside, there is hardly any adrenaline rush. My blood sugar level is almost depleted as my eyes gradually become bleary. A rush of emotions fill me, I am dismayed at something that was and has ceased to be in my mind. Am I losing my mind? Probably, I can't believe the most precious things in my life would have disappeared so quickly just like a flickering flame extinguishes at the slightest gust. Then again, what were those precious things. Dismayed at my ineptness at memory, I mean how can i forget what is most treasured in my heart, my reason for living each day, my source of strength that lifts me through the depths of the chasms before me. I'm not heartless, I just can't remember anything anymore. What is my name? My legs gave way and I collapsed completely dehydrated.
(denial)The pain in my leg seem to disappear, how far have I gone? They are still here, they have not disappeared like everyone says. My love, my darlingest, precious jewel that lights up the night sky, tey are all still here right. Like the moon that hangs in the night without fail with each passing day, the only exception being that of a lunar eclipse. Yeah, that's what it is, an eclipse. They were gone for just a short while and now they are back. I will never let them go. No way. I'll protect them with all my might. Pearls of perspiration gather at my brow until they form huge beads that trickle down my cheeks. They are not tears of sadness, just sweat of fatigue. Barely maintaining a cycle, my legs can hardly hear the beat. The concerto of the night continues playing despite a lousy musician being unable to keep up. It'll not be long before the music fails to cover it up and then all will fall apart. I don't believe a thing that is said at all. The journey carries on. I'm not tired, I'm just walking to recover.
(ANGER)Argh! @#$%^&! Stupid leg hurting after only a few kilometers. Everything is #$*(#^ falling apart. Stupid weather, where's the wind when you need it. Isn't it suppose to be night, then why does it feel like some #@%(* hot day. That lousy shrew said those crap to me and I took it lying down. Stupid woman, and she was suppose to be my better half.(Depression) Why didn't she stand by me when I needed her most? We may have lost plenty, but we had each other, now she's gone and left me alone. It just doesn't rain but pours. Bad luck comes in threes, you'll never believe all that has happened. We lost him and then I lost her. I thought we could hang in there if we were together, but we became selfish in our sorrows, we lost ourselves and each other. We railed at each other and then railings led to wailings. Losing him was more than I could bear, and now I've even lost her. The gloom travelled down to my legs, and they slow down their pace to play a slow samba on the ground.
(Acceptance)Its been a week since he died. He was my beloved brother. We loved him so though he had Lou-Gehrig's Disease. He was 21 and I was 27 when he passed. The illness has plagued him since he was 19. My wife and I watched him waste away as the days go by. I knew he would one day go and it would better be for him to go. However, though ill he was, he never was woebegone. Not a day departs without his beamers showing his teeth. Lighting up the otherwise melancholy house, so intense was his energy despite his muscular atrophy that we can't help but share his joy. His love for life let us believe in miracles. Now, he is gone. She left shortly not able to deal with the pain, back to her mother's place that is. I'm here all alone in the shadows. A week has past, and I feel his smile again. I can't sleep yet, think I'll go for a run.
We're all running from place to place. Without any specific destination, we continue deep into the depths of the night. We run away from our problems, towards our own Utopia. I'm feeling tired, time to stop running away and time to start running toward a better tomorrow.
Love these 2 songs lots. Eric Clapton's "Blue Eyes Blue" , Ray Charles and Diana Krall's duet "You don't know me" Juz Can;t Get enuff of them. They are both on the mp3 plater below. WARNING: THESE SONGS ARE QUITE EMOTIONALLY INTENSE, SO Listen and feel, Be touched. They do stuff to me(Wun tell you what they do?!?)
You Don't Know Me You give your hand to me And then you say hello And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so And anyone can tell You think you know me well Well you don't know me
No, you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight Oh I'm just a friend That's all I've ever been Cause you don't know me
For I never knew The art of making love (To all perverts out there, this means courtship,not what you think, so don't spoil my beautiful song with your filthy mind, Don't complain about the lyrics either.It's heart wrenching not filthy) Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy I let my chance go by A chance that you might love me too
You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy Ooh, you'll never know The one who loves you so Well you don't know me
For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy I let my chance go by A chance that you might love me too
You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy Oh you'll never know The one who loves you so You don't know me You'll never know The one who loves you so Well you don't know me
Blue Eyes Blue I thought that you'd be loving me I thought you were the one who'd stay forever But now forever's come and gone And I'm still here alone
'Cause you were only playing You were only playing with my heart I was never waiting, I was never waiting for the tears to start
It was you Who put the clouds around me It was you Who made the tears fall down It was you Who broke my heart in pieces It was you, it was you Who made my blue eyes blue
Oh, Never should have trusted you
I thought that I'd be all you need In your eyes I thought I saw my heaven And now my heavens gone away And I'm out in the cold
'Cause you had me believing You had me believing in a lie Guess I couldn't see it Guess I couldn't see it till I saw goodbye
It was you Who put the clouds around me It was you Who made the tears fall down It was you Who broke my heart in pieces It was you, it was you Who made my blue eyes blue
Oh, Never should have trusted you
' Cause you were only playing You were only playing with my heart I was never waiting I was never waiting for the tears to start
It was you Who put the clouds around me It was you It was you Who put those clouds around me It was you Who made the tears fall down Only you Who broke my heart in pieces It was you It was you Who made my blue eyes blue
oh, never should have trusted you oh, never should have trusted you oh, never should have trusted you oh, never should have trusted you
Still no story sorry, haha it rhymes. Anyways, played b ball with Ivan and Alvin in the morning. Was haha really fun. Too bad Ivan is still not fully recovered. His ankle and wrist still quite koyak. Anyway, played 1v1 with them both. Haha, I literally ran circles around them. Hehe, the insane madman is still capable of mad burst of speeds. Got blisters on foot though, boo hoo. We played HORSE, in the beginning i was winning with my reverse baseline layup and change-of-hands reverse layup. But then argh after i was losing badly. they slapped the board on layups, sumting that due to vertical problems i couldn't do. Also they shot behind the board, another thing i coulddn't boo hoo. In the end, despite winning the first H and O, i was the first out. HAha, Pride comes before a fall, a Haughty spirit before destruction. LAlalala. We played with some sec sch kids after. They still had their mid yr going on, too bad i holidays liao hahahaha.Anyways, we offered to mix cuz of obvious size and height diff. But they refuse, uhm in other words we bully ker chier. Wah seriously, we got almost all the rebounds, I ran circles around all their players and also intercepted all their passes. Ivan and Alvin eating them up in layups, I assist cuz i scared knock into the kids then they fly. Happens frequently in Soccer and B BAll when i running, heh heh, those in NS should rembr tat match with Falcon where i cuz their star player to fly haha. Not intentionally though. I so small size so light, juz too much momentum.
Oh Have been bored outta my mind this hols. Spent my first week waiting for an internship that still has no reply,(probably they forgot all about it). Haiz But NVM, after all i don't really need the money, juz wanna upz my resume. Anyway,see how lor maybe will take sum parttime job to ease boredom. Have been a "maria" for the past weeks. Haiz no one's gonna sweep the house no more if i dun. Oh Oh, bought some new reeds, wanted to buy individually, but then now they only sell by boxes,(very ex, also i dun like cuz i can't check on the reeds, sometimes 1 box only 1 will be good). NVm I now have 10 new reeds to play. those not good, I'll try to sand them or clip them, hopefully i got the skill to do so if not ruin a good reed hehe. Have decided to dedicate plenty more hours to my wife. I feel so good cuz i oiled and polished her. Now she stands there all adorned in glitter, like a song in the dawn, how i long for her, haha. okok i noe bad rhyming again. Yupz My saxophone is now shiny and nice, though oily. some parts cant clean off the oil wan. Will do some exercise to maintain my fitness. Uhm to all guys out there, STOP ASKING ME TO GO GYM. I DUN LIKE TO LIFT WEIGHTS, ITS A BORING WASTE OF TIME. I'M NOT IN CANOEING ANYMORE. DUN ASK ME TO RUN UNLESS U R PREPARED TO HANDLE THE SPEED OR DISTANCE I WANNA GO OR UNLESS U WANNA TALK. CUZ IF U DUN WANNA TALK AND WANT ME TO TRAIN U UP FOR IPPT, THEN U MUZ BE PREPARED TO ENDURE THE PUNIShMENT. GO THE DISTANCE AT THAT SPEED.TRY TO KILL YOURSELF BY RUNNING AND THEN U'll IMPROVE. of cuz if it hurts, pls stop, dun try and prove anything to me. If u all wanna chio me b ball or soccer, I'll be there. Actually any sports would do.
Haiz i quite upset though i polished my wife, accidentally made a scratch while repairing one of the springs. Its not really noticable unless u look for it, but still haiz. She's my precious, my one and only. (ok actually i got 2 sax, 1 is a student model, the other a professional model, no i'm not a 2 hearted man. I only lavish all my attention on one, and no I'm not one who Happy New Hate Old. juz tat the student model is quite limited in the sound i can make, professional model more resonant and flexible.)
Dun tink i'll be leaving the country yet. Have 2 camps b to b in june. ACID camp (for MINDS) and then will be helping out in children's camp for church.(Nope, i'm not a Sunday School teacher, juz a very free person). After all, no matter how much things I have on, I'm always Free. ASK ME OUT
Worship to me is more than just singing of songs and clapping of hands. It is a lifestyle. Every single day how we live our lives, they are all important parts of worship and we should spend some time just saying "WOW". Worship is our response to God's grace upon our lives. It is our response not just in grattitude but also in awe. However, i believe that it is more than that. It is a 2-way dialogue with God. i don't know about the rest of you, but there are many times during worship when i just don't feel like it. Days when i feel so fatigued, when i don't even want to go to church(takes 45 min to get there, but still not a good excuse). Many times i lay in bed saying i'll skip church this week so in order to get some good rest. However, Thank God, i couldn't. Often 15 mins later, i'll chide myself and then tell myself how much more in times like this i'll need Him. Even at the entrance of church, prior to the service, i'll still be quite wasted. i'll say a little prayer to ask for a great worship despite being melacholic. And then although during the first few songs, i'll be forcing myself, after which the magic begins. He will show me his grace and then i'll be able to lift my hands, sing his praise and speack in tongues. It gets more and more intense and then after the entire service, voila no more woebegoned samuel.
Actually wanted to do this entry for some time. Attended cell for the first time yesterday,(actually they invited me half a year back when they were starting a book, now they have just finish) the topic shared upon was worship. Amazing cuz i'd been thinking about it for a week. Tis happens quite frequently so i noe its not be chance, also i can feel that it was all according to His purpose. Many times when i get lost, he will guide me in sermons, in casual talk with friends or even just the surroundings, more than just in the Book. i'd been quite the sian with worship service for some time, and have lost the joy of it. I wonder what has happened to the church. i'm pentecostal btw, so suppose to be quite up wan. But everytime i see things so lethargic, i feel so sad. There used to be lots of speaking in tongues, prophesying, weeping, shouts of joy and even dancing in the spirit. Sounds quite weird right, but i assure u if u've seen it u noe its from the Lord and not some unorthodox belief. However, as time goes by, people became more and more reserve. No longer do all these things occur, but also people stop singing, stop clapping. When i play for service, i look around and just see that there is no joy. I got quite upset, i even contemplated changing church.(but u all noe that that is not what i'd do. Those in NS with me, u all noe i can't just don't do anything about it.)
Last Sun i played for service. Prior to that we had a practice on Saturday. The practice was simply amazing. It took 2 and a half hours juz to go through the songs twice. In the band, i'm the one with the weakest technical abilities due to an inability to read chords or notes.( will spend some time learning this hols) Usually i play by ear. However what was amazing was tat, we got into an intense worship even at the first two songs,(which usually is quite weak due to needing warm up). The pianist(Dotz), drummer(Thomas), Guitarists(Jon, Champion and Brendan) and me(Samuel). We just played on and on. It was really amazing. I was like waaa-waa-waa on my Sax. Then had some time improvising during free worship. My fingers were flying all over the pads and my airjust kept coming though my lips were tired. Usually when my lips grow tired, i have a tendency to lao hong. It was just worshipping. Nothing else matters then, we just wanted to praise God and give Him the Glory he deserve. It was a very intense annointing. Tears flowed, some spoke in tongues, we just declared the wonders of his Grace. It was really one that brings joy and satisfaction to the soul. When u worship, u can feel it deep within, the 'mmmmm' feeling. It comes when u speak in tongues, when u raise your hands, when u shout his praise and when u just meditate and enjoy his presense.
From then, i realised that i myself have lost the joy in worship for so long. Mainly because i became so caught up with things that do not really matter. I became proud. I'd fail to see that what is important is how i worship not how others around me do. Once self-conscious, i see things that prevents me from doing what i desire to. And as such, i became focus on all the wrong things and couldn't worship from my heart.
It's been a long time since i wrote a story. Can't help it, studying takes away allthe precious brain sap. Well, been having lots of great ideas throughout the sem, but juz tat most dun have a good plot so can't develop into a nice story. Tis time around, have decided to write sumting short first while i recollect my thoughts. After all, to be a spin doctor, i need to spin tales which means i need to be a good wool-gatherer.(argh totally bad pun)
The Bulldog and the Poodle
A bulldog and a poodle were going for a stroll by the trees in the greens of the park. From opposite directions they came, each led in hand by their owner, an evening saunter to ease the day's blues. Through the paths and around the bushes, stopping at each tree and lamp post to release their mark of dominance. Whilst doing so, the two came to meet by a tree not far from the path. Barking and yelping, their humans stood in wonder what the two were speaking. Words of wisdom beyond comprehension, soothsayings that could be the key to bliss. A pity it is that we shall never know.
“You are such an ugly dog, I wonder what your human sees in you. Wrinkles all around and drools abound, but then as they say “Love is Blind”. A blunder he must have made when he showers his affection on you.”, says the poodle in its pompous manner.
“Well, you are right in saying as such. But a little sound advice I offer, beauty within last a lifetime, beauty that's seen last only as time sighs. I may be ugly with my droopy skin and such, but my human loves me all the same, and my affection I offer in abundance to him. If he loves me for how I look, for my ugly exterior, he'll only love me more as time goes by. Whereas for you, treasure this season of youth you have. Like a flower past its bloom, your beauty will fade swiftly. What will then be of you, when the very thing he loves is gone. He'll find another to shower his love and then your newfound misery will plague you for the rest of your life.”
The Siamese and the Shetland Sheepdog
A Siamese cat creeps by the window and a Shetland Sheepdog barks. A show of power by the dog as the cat ducks. If you've seen a Shetland, you'd know that it is always smiling.
After a while, the commotion dies down. The cat said to the dog, “What are you so excited about?”
“I'm sorry I thought my owner has return. I love him so and am waiting for a time of play and such.”
“Well, does he love you as much as you love him? If not, why do you still rejoice?” “I'm sure he does if not more. Even if he doesn't, I cant help but love him more.”
“Well I see you lavishing all your affection for him. But all these times, while I peer through this window, I see right through your soul. You love him more than life itself, but he does not share the same sentiments.”
“Well, I don't see myself as noble as you deem me to be. Even if it's not reciprocated, I will still save all my love for him. Even if at the end of the day, he chooses to shower his love on another, all I desire is to see him smile. That smile that last forever in my head will cause me to smile too. Another reason why I'm always happy. No matter how hard life may seem, I'm happy to see him happy. Does it matter why I show him much attention? I want to be happy and as such I'd do all to make him happy."
Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Primary School(92-97)
Presbyterian High School (98-2001)
Pioneer Junior College (2002-2003)
2 yrs lost in time
Nus Fass(2006-
D.O.B 15031985
