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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Lord Is Come

...and the title of the next post after this will be "Let Earth Receive Her King". I just got this brilliant idea. LOL. This title thing will go on til christmas, so until then, all my blog titles have NOTHING to do with the post itself.

Spiffy huh?

Ok. I shall cut with the crap and say I LOVE BANANAS! I broke my virgin fast from bananas at Auntie Cindy's house. "What", you say, "were you doing at Auntie Cindy's house freeloading off her you freeloader?" Well. I'm not gonna answer that until the next paragraph.

Haha. Cheated you. I LIED. *gasps of horror and indignation arise from my mass blogger audience*

We three were having a sleepover. I guess its because this weekend was the last available weekend to have a "just us" sleepover, seeing as everyone I know starts school in January except for an elite few. During my fruitful stay indeed, I learned how to play Bridge and refreshed my memory (yet again) on how to play Dai Di. Not bad. A good harvest, for someone like me. *deep evil Mojojojo-like laughter* Later on, me, Sharon, Melissa and Alethea started crapping lots in the bedroom. I think we made too much noise, but I guess I was too busy laughing and snickering to care. Laughter is the BEST, I say, THE BEST way to get high. *hugs my lovely endorphins* In the end I think we ended up sleeping around 3.

Next day, it was ice-skating time! Woke up, mucked around, and finally, we were off!!! When ice-skating with lots of church people but I can't quite recall all their names...will try though. It's like a tribute or something. (tribute for what I don't quite know, but I just do stuff I feel like doing, is all. maybe because I love making lists, like shopping lists, address lists, presents lists etc.) So it was me, Alethea, Melissa (Sharon had to go for her flower-arranging competition, so, best of luck gal, making sure the tulips and petunias and roses and chrysanthemums and spider-lilies and morning glories don't start world war 3 or something), Chrysan, Gladys, Joash, Ian, James, Minghui, Priscilla, Avelyn, Michelle... dotz... I know I'm missing one. Please forgive me. I'll give whoever you are a "slap-my-face-once" voucher the next time I see you. How's that? ;)

Who knew ice-skating can be so fun? The skates were quite similar to rollerblades, and much more stable, easier to balance. of course I was wobbly (I still am) when it came to "rink" time, but it was way better than I expected (my rollerblading experience? No. Not vey fun at all). I only allowed myself to skate faster when someone was holding my hand. (yeah, so baby, I know. but hey, it helps psychologically when you have a hand to hold on to. so, NO SHAME on my part) Other than that, when I skated myself, I just wobbled and glided along. Not so bad. The temperature at the rink was also just like normal weather in Melbourne, quite nostalgic actually. More people started coming though, and I know kids are adorable and cute and devastatingly huggable and sweet and squishy BUT. :) One word says it all. i LOVE multi-function words.

Minghui started talking about food, so that reminded me to be hungry, but I forgot my poor mistreated stomach when I returned to the rink again, lol! Lucky I ate that banana at breakfast. Made me feel all sunny inside ;D Towards the end, almost everyone began sitting around on the benches. Since I was also tiring, I went back. So we spent like, hmm...almost 5 hours at the rink. Quite value for money. Haven't done this much exercise since Feb. I'm amazed I'm still not eligible for The Biggest Loser yet. Oh well, maybe next year I'll get my chance at misbegotten fame and fortune that will last the span of 3 months, or as long as the span of the show.

Saw the ad for the Death Note movie on the way down from the escalator, which got me on a new high. I am SO SO SO ... ... errr. I just paused to eat dinner at this point, so I kinda lost my train of thought... *smiles sheepishly* We then chose the convenient option of KFC for lunch, and I ate my beloved Shrooms again, for only $2.75!!! I have gotten so used to food being around $12.50 in Melbourne that, omg! $2.50 lor mee??? *swoon* Ahem. But a Shrooms burger the size of my fist (which is quite small. wait, your fist is supposed to be the size of your brain right? so if a person undergoes plastic surger on his/her hand, then that's so cheating!!! Sry, just a random thought) is NOT enough for a growing, bright and energetic 17-year-old. :) Decided to go back with Melissa just so i could tompang with Auntie Cindy (random comment: its so nice to tease Auntie Cindy. I can't do that with other aunties. or uncles, for that matter) That was, once again, my freeloading instincts kicking in yet again (somehow it never fails me).

On the MRT, listened to Ian's MP3 player. Switch Foot is not bad actually. I might just break the stupid new law about downloads and download their songs anyway. *huge grin with tongue sticking out* Haha. I miss Corinne Mae. Have to get her new album soon. Along with numerous other albums like F.I.R.'s first and third albums, Jay Chou's latest album, JJ Lin's first album, AFI's latest and I'm gonna try My Chemical Romance. Sigh. This so stinks of "hole in my pocket". I hope Sandi Thom comes out with a second album. I ADORE her songs and her strong vocals. But JJ Lin is my hands-down fave. XD *shrieks and faints* I'm also gonna look for all the soundtracks for Digimon at HMV, since my dad deleted all my carefully hoarded treasure trove of Japanese songs. SO SAD. At least I got to listen to Rurouni Kenshin on the train. :) That was an unexpected treat.

Stayed over at Mel's for a second night, and me and Minghui went a bit "high". Lolz, Minghui, if you're reading this, good for you. It baffles me how two so-called "mature" girls can get high while playing "pretend" restaurant. And, yeah, how can one RESIST playing restaurant? Priscilla had this really cool toy kitchen/restaurant set with all this realistic-looking food, complete with a fake black forest cake??? I just HAD to HAD to play. Everytime I play pretend cooking, I feel so nostalgic lah. I used to (and still do) love playing cooking, but my cooking set was limited. I didn't have, like, chicken drumsticks and sunny-side-up eggs that Prissy's set has. And, let's face it people, pretend cooking is so much more fun than actual cooking.

Yeah, I believe you should mature as you age. I mean, be more responsible and independent, and have more self-control. But some things you just can't afford to lose. Like imagination and childhood fantasies and dreams. In terms of these, there's no such thing as childish imagination, because children invented imagination (at least that's what I think). Why should children have all the fun? I see, over the years, so many adults with unnecessary wrinkles and frowns on their faces (if they even have any expression at all), walking robotially from trains and MRT stations, complaining about income tax rises and fussing over dishwashing... maybe I'm not making sense here. All I'm trying to say is, if you lose the "child" in you, you lose yourself, and the very essence of who you are. Because as a child, you are unmoulded by society, carefree and un-selfconscious about society's restrictions. As an adult, you are merely more educated in terms of etiquette snd tact, and perhaps mentally less naive. An adult is, I think, a "kid" who has been adjusted by society to think in certain ways. So, the "child" in everyone is in fact their purest, untainted sense of self. Basically, what I'm also trying to say is: Go out and have some fun sometimes. Even if its only just playing pretend cooking. Nothing that is able to put a smile on one's face deserves to be called childish (as in the demeaning sort of childish).

I've wandered off-topic again, have I? LOL. Anyway, eventually we ate dinner, then had a bit of bedtime gathering thingy (listened to some weird mrbrown stuff which is all propaganda anyway), after which we went to ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh yes, surprise surprise, it has been raining every since I set foot in Singapore. How depressing. Rain is fun and all, you get an excuse to get wet, and the world seems tinted in this greyish hazy blur. BUT. (this word again. me loves this word. a picture can speak a thousand words, but certain words can speak a thousand pictures)

Voila! That has been my life so far in Singapore. I'm anticipating that I will be blogging alot here, so heads up people! Plus tomorrow I'm meeting up with some old and very dear sec school friends, so I'm sure I'll have loads to say. :) Meanwhile, weirdly, I am in a VERY blogging mood today, so in the next post, I'm gonna blog some of my reflections so far. Ever since my arrival. :)

It's amazing how so much and so little changes in a year.

^~^

(i just learnt this cute expression from calista's sms, thanks gal)

...is what I said. Savvy? 10:14 pm