Well, technically the week ends tomr. Dun tink i'll write a story or a poem b4 i leave cuz quite tired.Esp todae at Pasir Ris Park with my trainees. Haha climb here climb there run here run there, spin here spin there. It has a super playground lor. Hehe maybe next time will come here juz to play hahaha.(sry can't grow up)=P
Well, the week began on monday, when i played B ball with sum church frens and their other frens. Was a mixed game with gals and guys. Wah again feeling vertically challenged since the gals were ard my ht or taller. Then sum of the guys were giants. Well had a gr8 game, in other words I did win some of the games and contributed some(haha didn't get eaten), well if u can't win them in size do wat i do. Run them til they are tired. Hehe.
Tue rested like there was no tomr.
Wed, went to recce Pasir Ris park with Boss. It was for today's outing. After tat had a discussion about the present state of the Proj and future goals.
Thr, Had the most amazing time at the Bird Park. Hehe, i went with Dawn there. Really enjoyed ourselves there. Nice birds, and wonderful company. Thank God for the great weather and the great company. Really Spectacular time. Hehe, will not elaborate further.
Fri, went shopping with sis for a pair of formal shoes for myself. Ended up looking for her shoes and shopping with her BF. Wah, found quite a few nice shoes for her then cannot cuz her BF say she too much open-toe, peep-toe and tic tat toe.
And then Today, as stated above. After session, went dinner as usual and then helped Wee May come up with ideas for Charity Fiesta at Junction 8.
Now, I'm quite tired. Coming Monday, am leaving for China. Hope it will be a fruitful and blessed trip. And then when i return, dun noe if Boss manage to get a space for me for Union Camp. Anyways, Let the Big recruitment of volunteers begin. Muahahaha
Well, i'm posting this cuz i'm bored outta my mind. Actually no, I've found back some things important. Was chatting with 2 frens from sec sch and JC respectively,(actually this were 2 gals i pursue in those days,haha).They will be named A for sec sch wan and B for JC wan. Ms A is now happily attached, hope to be hearing wedding bells soon haha.She going for internship soon. Anyway all the best. Ms B is going away to Aussie for studies. From talking to them, i remembered something really important, esp talking to Ms B. I dun really talk about my past wan. But this is some good stuff. Obviously they both rejected me,(if not i wun be single rite, but i dun care abt tat). I used my pursuit of Ms B's story for councelling one of my frens. I still think she is beautiful and vivacious and winsome and so on. Strangely i seem to have forgotten tat as the years went by. Also thx to sum of my frens tat were trying to lift me up, they put her down.(I'm quite upset at tat)And also worst of all, i think after so many times of their chanting, i actually believed them. SO sry Somebody once said that when u like someone(wun use Love, dun wanna cheapen its meaning, overused already), u'll become irrational. You'l think about her and cry when not reciprocated. You'll feel miserable and such. Well, to a certain extend I agree, not the crying part nor the miserable part. I told someone that love is irrational, and she disagreed with me. Well, it depends on how u view it. Seung Hoon knows how irrational i become. For no apparent reason i will suddenly smile to myself, grinning from ear to ear. What i think is, Love is irrational. It makes no sense why u are so happy. Even when the hardest trials come, even if she rejects you, you'll still be happy knowing she is happy. One of the reason why i recovered so fast, was tat i found my happiness looking at her smile.(okok, I'm quite weak for tat i agree.) Even when in the water, when coach scolds, when i had muscle aches or injuries, they disappear when i see her then, so u tell me if tis is irrational. Fatigue goes, stamina becomes insane, strength doubles,haha i super drama rite, but it is true. How can i say how irrational it is? well, Nothing else matters, You'll just be so happy that it makes no sense. I just become a better person then. I love what I am when I am with her. Of cuz, now i remember why i fell for her in the first place. She has this amazing thing when she smiles, her pupils light up, expressing the joy within. Her personality would melt me. Its the Joy I find in her. Now, I know it's impossible, but I wish her all the best in her future. I wish her the Joy she gave me then. To conquer everything, so much so that nothing else matters. To all out there, I hope u will one day find someone who does what Ms B does to me. That The Joy will just overflow such that nothing else matters. Of cuz, now i still have such joy and more. I get it from people dear to me.
Its been so many days since my insane run of camps(from 8th to 16th). Have spent the last few days sleeping. So have finally decided to like write sumting before i go into comatose again. Well, if given a chance, i'll do it again and will not miss any of those camps. They all have their special moments. Didn't sleep on the first day of ACID camp and slept at 3 am on the 2nd day, Was busy stargazing with a group of fanatics(haha), we were all lying on the track or on the basketball court. Saw 2 shooting stars on first nite and 1 on the second. Xue Ping said i must be the lucky star since for the second nite they waited whole nite none until i came.
Well the second camp was even more amazing,I was looking after 5 precious beautiful darlings(heh heh). Was amazed as during one of the sessions, the children went forth and prayed for healing for those sick and injured. They were healed. On the last day we arranged a baptism of the Holy Spirit for the children. I was a little worried as i didn't really know how to pray for them. God told me to pray in tongues. So then, i closed my eyes and prayed whilst laying hands on them. I didn't really know what i was saying, just the gist of its meaning. It was a different tongue from that of worship. I wasn't even sure what was happening. Then I started singing in tongues. The girls then cried, some of them saw visions, others prophesied. They started to gather in groups and intercede for one another. They spoke in tongues and it was like the day of pentecost. Amazing things happen one after another. With boldness they prayed loud and fervently.
The last camp was Juxtapose 07. Had lotsa fun then. Ate weird food also.(Cheek sandwich,strange belachan concoction). Gr8 Prog. First day, played captain's what(captain's ball using banana, durian, waterbombs,...) and banana soccer(banana tied to waist, only can use tat to touch balloon)then we went to visit IMH and MWH.The nite we spent around NUS. Hail WanPing the Belachan Queen.(We had to eat this really funky belachan concoction, at first no one dared to eat, so i tried to be Hero. Made a fool of myself, as i couldnt keep it down. WanPing ate almost everything.) Second day was Spirit of compassion(SOC), amazing race and fright nite. This day i have lotsa say about Cat hahaah.SOC is a simulated situation where we try to interact with clients,(Cat u make a really frightening depressed old lady) The fright nite was superb,(unlike the arts' o week wan). It was quite freaky,(too bad at l8 hrs i was zombie mode so can't scare me wan hahaha) Cat, u really freaked a lot of people out hahaha.(Y u dun wanna play with me? Did you see my sister?) final day.--Disability challenge, Games with MWH, and D&D at Cozy Bay. DC-everyone is handicapped in the grp and must carry out sum task, go to places(arts is not wheelchair frenly) and eat lunch. Hearing and speech impaired(listen to MP3 player really loud in foreign language),Lost of master arm, Lost of fingers(tied up hand) Lost of Sight(blindfolded), Use of wheelchair-loss of leg. MWH- The boys were really enthu and were really excited about NUS. They felt a drive to work harder in order to come here. D &D-SP revealing, SP games, Skit, Games, and prize giving(CONVIVAL-MOST CREATIVE)
Okok, enuff about the camps, actually got more to say. Here's a new story then. No Dawn, It ain't a Love Story(Muahahahaha)
The Little Wooden Box Many years in our lives have caused us all to forget the hopes and dreams we have. The many crashing defeats has enameled us with layers and layers of protection, so much so that we no longer have a scratch as such. We sacrificed our ability to feel so that we can no longer feel pain. Without feelings, we cannot dream nor hope. Like a lifeless machine, we drift from day to day, merely existing no longer living. If only we remember what we felt as a child...
Emil was warded as he had just went under the knife to remove his appendix. It was a simple procedure, quick and almost painless, but he still needed to be warded a few days to ensure that there is no infection. Like most other males of his age, he has already given up on his dreams and is stuck in a dead-end job trying to make ends meet. Fortunately, he is not the sole bread winner in his family or else his stay in the hospital would make them starve.
Once upon a time, he had dreams of helping people around him. He wanted to bring smiles to children. He almost went with a mission to Burma to help the Karen Refugees. All those noble ambitions went straight to hell in a basket when he saw his brother die. His brother had always been cheerful and was always with a volunteering project. However, good guys finish last, he was afflicted with Lou Gehrig's disease. Emil could only watch as his brother waste away. Every muscle in his body slowly going into atrophy and then eventually he can't even breathe on his own. Emil was there holding his hand when his brother's lungs failed. He watched the slow and painful death and without him knowing, he too began to die slowly.
On the second day in his stay at the hospital, after the effects of the anesthetic wear off, he decided to wander around the hospital to ease his boredom. As he wander, his mind also begins to wonder. He thought of his work, his love, his family, basically he was just lost in thought. He began to lose track of where he was, and then he walked into the children's ward. He saw a little boy lying on his bed. That little boy reminded him of his brother. Emil approached the boy and talked to him. The little boy's vivacious nature infected Emil and he too began to smile. Strange that it takes a little boy to remind him what a marvel it is to just release all your cares and woes, and just laugh.
Even after he was discharged (which was quite soon), Emil continued to visit the boy. He manage to find his sanctuary where he can escape from the burdens of the world there. Through their conversation, he found out that the boy is in his final stage of leukemia. In other word's, he is in constant torment due to the illness. However, despite all his pain, he never fails to find a reason to treasure each day and delight in all it has to offer. Emil eventually asked the boy what is it that gives him the strength for each new day. The boy replied that it was his faith and hope in the Lord Jesus Christ that enables him to see beyond his physical misery. Emil obviously did not accept that and question further, but the boy insisted on it. After the visit, as Emil was leaving, he notice the boy take out a little wooden box. He whispered some words and wrote something, then he left his scribbles in the box.
During the subsequent visit, Emil, being the curious person he is, asked about the little box. The little boy replied that it was his little magic box. Each time he felt that someone needed something, he would say a little prayer and write a note, and then he would deposit it in the box. Emil was shocked at the little boy's statement. Even in such dire straits, the little boy would still care for others around him. He wonders what is it that can give a person hope and compassion beyond their physical boundaries.
One day, as Emil was about to enter the ward of the little boy, he saw him convulsing in pain. He was choking on white froth, his whole body going into violent painful spasms. He called for the doctor immediately. Emil saw the little wooden box and was tempted to sneak a peek into it. However, he didn't.
Emil was not allowed into the ward as they were performing the procedures necessary to sustain life in the little boy. He waited in agony all the while they were in there. He had abandon his faith when his brother died. Why did God allow such a good man to die in malaise? What sort of justice is there? And now deja vu, the little boy is in pain too. Everybody around him writhes in torment in their final hours.
After the entire episode, the nurse brought him to the counter to clear some administration. She asked if he was family. Emil said no and learnt that the boy had no other visitors. The boy had always been cheerful despite being alone. Maybe it was his little magic wooden box that gave him hope and joy.
The next day, Emil came again and talked to the boy. It was another time of play and laughter. Never had Emil feel so discombobulated, he knows not how to express joy whilst concealing his sympathy and pain. The session went a little awkwardly despite the little boy's best attempts in removing the awkwardness.
Emil did not come for the following week. He didn't know how to feel and how to act. He didn't even know what to say. He doesn't want to go through the ordeal of losing someone precious to him again. He didn't want to watch his loved ones waste away while he stand there unable to help. He didn't want to feel inept. As such, Emil buried himself in work. Slogging away like a beaver building a dam, he gave no time to anything else.
When the week was up, Emil felt really guilty. He realised just how selfish he was. In order to avoid the little misery that would come, he had given the boy to be alone in such a time. He went to the hospital that day to visit the boy. All he saw was an empty bed. The little boy had left his sufferings behind. Again, Emil burst into tears, he went into a frenzy of self pity. Why did everyone important die painfully? Just then the nurse approached him, and she passed him the little wooden box and said the boy wanted him to have it.
After he had settled himself, Emil opened the box. There in it, on the lid, was a Chapter from the Bible, Psalms 23. He saw the little notes the boy wrote, numbering to the times of his visit.
The first note: “Thank you Lord for sending Emil into my life. Thank you for the joy and company you have given through him. I pray that you would fill him with your joy and peace that he may know you.” The second note: “Lord, Emil looks disheartened today. I pray that you would lift him up and let him know you are there for him. He needs you more today.” The final note “ Emil, thank you for being here for me. You have not been here for some time, I guess you are busy. Anyway, just wanna remember the day you came. I was really sad as no one was there. I prayed really hard for God to ease this loneliness and was about to give up. That was when I saw this man wobble in and sat next to me. He looked really lost. God spoke to me to touch his life. However, he touched mine instead. That man was you. Thank you, my angel.”
Psalms 23 (A psalm of David) The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever
Wanted to post this on father's day, but can't seem to post for sum reason, so trying again todae. Happy Father's day. Pa left for vietnam today at 5am. I sent him to the airport. It's been so long since I last saw him and it's gonna be longer still. He went to Muar for a conference for 2 weeks. When he returned, I left for ACID camp,8th-10th,then immediately to children's church camp,10th-13th) came home to rest for the nite, and then to NVAC juxtapose cam,14th -16th. Reached home at dusk when the house was asleep. Then woke up at 0415 to fetch him to airport. Didn't really speak to him as I was still drowsy. Slept all the way to the airport whilst he was driving.(usually i will not, so as to keep him company) Then when we arrived, we hugged and I drove home.
It'll be another week before I see him again. Making the grand total of days apart to be around a month. Dun noe wat to say now. Sometimes, we guys can be such lost for words. Well, Can't express it other than in poetry. Haha(that's how i do most things sia).
Happy Father's Day
Everyday I see you, But I don't speak to you. You reach your hand to me, I turn it away briskly. You walk towards me, I turn and scamper away. You praise me for my deeds, I take it with a sneer. You stomach pain with no tears, I accuse you of being callous. You laugh at my jokes, I doubted your sincerity. Everything you do, I took it the other way.
When I was difficult, You scolded me. When I fought with others, you caned me. When I was disrespectful, you chastised me. When I was lazy, you screamed at me. When I cheated, you made me confess. When I was haughty, you humbled me. Everything I did, you chided me.
But when I was sick, You took care of me. When I fell, You picked me up. When I cried, You gave me a hanky. When I screamed and shouted, You comforted me. When I failed, You empthatised with me. When I lost myself, you searched for me. Everything that made me blue, you took it away.
It took so many years for me to see the things you did for me. It took so many years to feel the love you have for me. The many times of pain The many times misunderstood I didn't see your way, I didn't walk your path. Never showing any emotions, I thought you to be cold and heartless. But deep inside, Your vehemence for me never subsides.
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
