"Mum, should I become a monk or circus acrobat?"
"You be a monk, you go to hell."
Based on a true story.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
#201: Dengkil: Part 2
Picking up from where we left, our mission trip at Dengkil, near the border of Selangor and Negeri Sembilan. I had already 'documented' the first day and our first Sunday service we conducted. So let's continue...
Our 2nd service: In an 'ulu-er' village somewhere in Negeri Sembilan.
We had some time before our next service started, so we stopped by a nearby stream to chill.
The camera was still in my hands during the service, and it was my 'shift' to take care off the kids...
I managed to do some sight-seeing with Abel.
The zinc roof that nearly blinded Josh. Call or email him for the story.
Our 3rd service: We were all showing signs of fatigue, and as a result, the amount of pictures decreased.
This camera somehow avoids snapping shots of the service and goes after the kids instead.
Our 4th (and last! Yay!) service: It was already 8PM and we hadn't eaten yet, so we were REALLY tired by now, so all the holder of the camera could afford was this.
A duck. Yes, a duck.
Fast forward: After another killer dinner at Seremban, we headed back to the church in Dengkil and got ourselves cleaned up...
This was after I had finished owning them in cheat again, and we were hitting the sack.
Monday: We continued the painting of the church, patching up Monday's work, and painting some of the outside walls. No pictures were taken. The job was taken seriously this time, with the knowledge of knowing should we finish early, we could head back to the city and manage an hour or two of Counter-Strike. And finally, when we had completed painting, packed our bags and were ready to be welcomed back home to the Internet and soft beds, we took a final group photo with Pastor David, his wife 'Aunty Yuki' (an inside joke), another church leader who followed us around, and the uncle who taught me how to plant sawi.
(Click on image for larger size) From L-R- Squatting: Sarah, the other church leader(I forgot his name).
Standing, Front row: Debra, Sarah, Celeste, Yvonne, 'Aunty Yuki', Pastor David, Josh, 'Uncle Sawi', David. Standing, back row: Abel, me, Jed.
Overall, it was a memorable trip, where we had learned many things, among them how to kill a tortoise to prepare it for a meal and planting sawi, and yes, we did manage an hour of Counter Strike.
Our 2nd service: In an 'ulu-er' village somewhere in Negeri Sembilan.
We had some time before our next service started, so we stopped by a nearby stream to chill.The camera was still in my hands during the service, and it was my 'shift' to take care off the kids...
I managed to do some sight-seeing with Abel.
The zinc roof that nearly blinded Josh. Call or email him for the story.Our 3rd service: We were all showing signs of fatigue, and as a result, the amount of pictures decreased.
This camera somehow avoids snapping shots of the service and goes after the kids instead.Our 4th (and last! Yay!) service: It was already 8PM and we hadn't eaten yet, so we were REALLY tired by now, so all the holder of the camera could afford was this.
A duck. Yes, a duck.Fast forward: After another killer dinner at Seremban, we headed back to the church in Dengkil and got ourselves cleaned up...
This was after I had finished owning them in cheat again, and we were hitting the sack.Monday: We continued the painting of the church, patching up Monday's work, and painting some of the outside walls. No pictures were taken. The job was taken seriously this time, with the knowledge of knowing should we finish early, we could head back to the city and manage an hour or two of Counter-Strike. And finally, when we had completed painting, packed our bags and were ready to be welcomed back home to the Internet and soft beds, we took a final group photo with Pastor David, his wife 'Aunty Yuki' (an inside joke), another church leader who followed us around, and the uncle who taught me how to plant sawi.
(Click on image for larger size) From L-R- Squatting: Sarah, the other church leader(I forgot his name).Standing, Front row: Debra, Sarah, Celeste, Yvonne, 'Aunty Yuki', Pastor David, Josh, 'Uncle Sawi', David. Standing, back row: Abel, me, Jed.
Overall, it was a memorable trip, where we had learned many things, among them how to kill a tortoise to prepare it for a meal and planting sawi, and yes, we did manage an hour of Counter Strike.
#200: Dengkil: Part 1
A week ago, a group of five boys (including me!), five girls, and a Samuel Lim embarked on a mission trip to... Selangor. When everybody was hyped up about being in a 'that's-not-on-the-map' state, Samuel found out he had the wrong info. We were in Dengkil, near the border of Selangor and Negeri Sembilan. Going under our youth church's banner, we were to paint a church and conduct a few Sunday services at different villages. It's time I say no more, and let the pictures do the talking.
Saturday: By the time the ol' owner of the camera realized he had brought it along, we had reached our destination, met Pastor David, who would take us to the villages, and had just started painting.
An appropriate picture to get the ball rolling. *wink* It takes skill to paint a window frame. Properly.
What can be tastier than watching fit, young men at work?
This was when I found out lousy Josh Yee had painted my armpit. These unskilled workers... *shakes head*
P/S- I tried to find pics of the girls at work, but what a surprise, no pictures! Makes me wonder whether they were even working.
Fast forward: Painting took up the whole day, possibly because we were giving construction worker names to each other and playing around instead of painting. But eventually, we completed the task at hand, cleaned up, went for a killer dinner, and returned to the church, where we were to spend the night.
Not only does he do the least work, he paints his co-worker's armpit, and flirts with chicks. 'Dees ees my gurrfren. I meees herr but I tink I can steeel flert wif chu."
I don't think they realize that when they pose like that, they look like illegal you-know-whats who just got caught in a raid.
There are times to bum around... (the dude on the phone is David, trying to win Emily's heart, no matter how much credit it costs him)
...and there are times to start owning card games. ESPECIALLY in cheat.
Sunday: The morning after, it's pretty obvious to see who's who. Like...
...The 'non-Christians' (take Abel, for instance), who wished Sunday services started later,
The responsible team leader, Jed, preparing his message for the services,
And the 'chill-lah' guys, specifically Josh Yee and myself, who'd be chilling out to the tunes of Paramore, rather than preparing for the service.
P/S- It's not me. It just so happens whoever was holding the camera didn't snap many shots of the girl's side. Sheesh, sexists.
Our 1st service: Held at the church we slept in.
We started off with a lively session of praise and worship, which soon turned draggy. The song leader possibly sang ten songs, which was long enough to make our city legs ache, and minds distracted.
So we decided that the most good-looking, intelligent member of the group would open to the church with the most members. So naturally, *grin* I was the very first member, who spoke to the very first congregation. (Five people received Christ after my speech. Just kidding. But at least I got one or two 'Amen's.)
Then Jed delivered his message...
...and I got hold of the camera. Just when Sam Lim was about to start talking. (Talk about perfect timing!) So I headed over to the sepak takraw court where some of the members were playing games with the kids.
Oh man. Now they got a baby.
Naturally, I rubbed off some of my awesomeness on them. (The dude on the left was the most outgoing, cutest guy there. I should do a post on him sometime. There's too many of his photos to put up here.)
After the service. Sam scolded us for being 'anti-social', so I LITERALLY listened to 'grandfather stories'. This uncle taught me how to plant sawi.
This post is going on pretty long, and I'm only halfway through. So I'll spare you now, and continue this another day.
Saturday: By the time the ol' owner of the camera realized he had brought it along, we had reached our destination, met Pastor David, who would take us to the villages, and had just started painting.
An appropriate picture to get the ball rolling. *wink* It takes skill to paint a window frame. Properly.
What can be tastier than watching fit, young men at work?
This was when I found out lousy Josh Yee had painted my armpit. These unskilled workers... *shakes head*P/S- I tried to find pics of the girls at work, but what a surprise, no pictures! Makes me wonder whether they were even working.
Fast forward: Painting took up the whole day, possibly because we were giving construction worker names to each other and playing around instead of painting. But eventually, we completed the task at hand, cleaned up, went for a killer dinner, and returned to the church, where we were to spend the night.
Not only does he do the least work, he paints his co-worker's armpit, and flirts with chicks. 'Dees ees my gurrfren. I meees herr but I tink I can steeel flert wif chu."
I don't think they realize that when they pose like that, they look like illegal you-know-whats who just got caught in a raid.
There are times to bum around... (the dude on the phone is David, trying to win Emily's heart, no matter how much credit it costs him)
...and there are times to start owning card games. ESPECIALLY in cheat.Sunday: The morning after, it's pretty obvious to see who's who. Like...
...The 'non-Christians' (take Abel, for instance), who wished Sunday services started later,
The responsible team leader, Jed, preparing his message for the services,
And the 'chill-lah' guys, specifically Josh Yee and myself, who'd be chilling out to the tunes of Paramore, rather than preparing for the service.P/S- It's not me. It just so happens whoever was holding the camera didn't snap many shots of the girl's side. Sheesh, sexists.
Our 1st service: Held at the church we slept in.
We started off with a lively session of praise and worship, which soon turned draggy. The song leader possibly sang ten songs, which was long enough to make our city legs ache, and minds distracted.
So we decided that the most good-looking, intelligent member of the group would open to the church with the most members. So naturally, *grin* I was the very first member, who spoke to the very first congregation. (Five people received Christ after my speech. Just kidding. But at least I got one or two 'Amen's.)
Then Jed delivered his message......and I got hold of the camera. Just when Sam Lim was about to start talking. (Talk about perfect timing!) So I headed over to the sepak takraw court where some of the members were playing games with the kids.
Oh man. Now they got a baby.
Naturally, I rubbed off some of my awesomeness on them. (The dude on the left was the most outgoing, cutest guy there. I should do a post on him sometime. There's too many of his photos to put up here.)
After the service. Sam scolded us for being 'anti-social', so I LITERALLY listened to 'grandfather stories'. This uncle taught me how to plant sawi.This post is going on pretty long, and I'm only halfway through. So I'll spare you now, and continue this another day.
Monday, November 26, 2007
#199: Thirsty?
If Manchester United were to lose to Derby County, this would STILL be the most awesome thing to happen this year. YC Camp is only 19 days away! And just to excite those who've signed up, we've released our third (and last) video promo.
Josh Yee's in it. (for new visitors, Josh Yee is a funny little girl who is short and misspells words) Convincing enough?
Get your butt over to FGA KL this week and sign up for camp now! (For details, click on button below)
Josh Yee's in it. (for new visitors, Josh Yee is a funny little girl who is short and misspells words) Convincing enough?
Get your butt over to FGA KL this week and sign up for camp now! (For details, click on button below)
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
#196: Hell has no fury like a Leftie's scorn
A response to abang-gitar's 'flushes and handedness' post: Left-handers, the brilliant half of the human race (back me up here), are victims to those wretched stereotypes who assigned toilet flush handles, can-openers, and computer mouses (Never realized that did you? But after years spent adapting to this average lifestyle, it is sad to say that we lefties have succumbed to right-handedness in this area)to cater to right handers (they're called righteotypes)
Heck, there are even parents who have (potentially rocking) kids born lefties, but then 'forced to the dark side'. (Bernard and Sam Lim, for instance)
But that's not the point I'm trying to convey here. It's the frustration of the most righteotype creation ever, in my opinion.
The gel pen.
It all started when I was 10, I think. My sister was 12, and gel glitter(save me) pens were all the craze, even with the guys. (Don't look away, boys) When random autograph books, filled with 'good luck's and 'frenz 4 eva's, were the Facebooks of yesterday, I found myself dragged into this new-found trend. And that was when the gel pen found himself a new foe.
During that (I-wanna-put-it-behind-me) time, autograph books had to come with gel pens, and gel pens... well, you get the point. So as I found myself more entrapped in this craze, I'd ask people for their (what-value-is-there-in-this) autographs, and I in return had to sign theirs.
Here's the thing, I might as well take this opportunity to slam whoever set the rule that we write from left to right.
If it wasn't for him gel pen and I MAY have been friends. You see, here's the case.
Left handers still have to write from left to right.
So when a left hander, in my case, uses a gel pen, which has ink that takes forever to dry, this happens.
Yes, my hand brushes against the 'wet' ink and smudges the whole paper. So all my autographs were either smudged everywhere, or written in 'retarded handwriting', cause by me having to hold the pen in an awkward way so the ink doesn't smudge.
I could've left well-written 'good luck's on three hot chicks' books if it wasn't for the gel pen. See why we're enemies now?
And just for that, I'm gonna insult you and MISSPELL you! Jell penn! Writetiotipes! Ha! Take that! And that! And... Okay I'm done. (In the distance, Joshua Yee stares at his computer screen and thinks 'That's not how you spell it meh?')
Oh! By the way, I drew this all by myself.
Click here. And never miss the opportunity for free self-publicity.
Heck, there are even parents who have (potentially rocking) kids born lefties, but then 'forced to the dark side'. (Bernard and Sam Lim, for instance)
But that's not the point I'm trying to convey here. It's the frustration of the most righteotype creation ever, in my opinion.
The gel pen.
"Whoa Ce. I thought the pen was your best friend."The pen, yes. But add the letters g, e, and l before it, and you get my lifelong enemy.
It all started when I was 10, I think. My sister was 12, and gel glitter(save me) pens were all the craze, even with the guys. (Don't look away, boys) When random autograph books, filled with 'good luck's and 'frenz 4 eva's, were the Facebooks of yesterday, I found myself dragged into this new-found trend. And that was when the gel pen found himself a new foe.
During that (I-wanna-put-it-behind-me) time, autograph books had to come with gel pens, and gel pens... well, you get the point. So as I found myself more entrapped in this craze, I'd ask people for their (what-value-is-there-in-this) autographs, and I in return had to sign theirs.
Here's the thing, I might as well take this opportunity to slam whoever set the rule that we write from left to right.
If it wasn't for him gel pen and I MAY have been friends. You see, here's the case.
Left handers still have to write from left to right.
So when a left hander, in my case, uses a gel pen, which has ink that takes forever to dry, this happens.
Yes, my hand brushes against the 'wet' ink and smudges the whole paper. So all my autographs were either smudged everywhere, or written in 'retarded handwriting', cause by me having to hold the pen in an awkward way so the ink doesn't smudge.
I could've left well-written 'good luck's on three hot chicks' books if it wasn't for the gel pen. See why we're enemies now?
And just for that, I'm gonna insult you and MISSPELL you! Jell penn! Writetiotipes! Ha! Take that! And that! And... Okay I'm done. (In the distance, Joshua Yee stares at his computer screen and thinks 'That's not how you spell it meh?')
Oh! By the way, I drew this all by myself.
Click here. And never miss the opportunity for free self-publicity.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
#195: What's in a 'LE'?
The sun shone in all its glory. The birds chirped a melodic chorus worthy of a Grammy. I yawned and stretched as I tumbled out of bed. Looking out the window, I inhaled the deepest breath of the sweetest air, which filled my body and vanquished the last hint of lethargy in my body. I stood up straight and walked out the front door, without even bothering to brush my teeth. I grabbed my surfboard, took another breath of fresh air, and ran out...
...to blog surf.
Mind the anti-climax paragraph above, but I WAS blog surfing, and I saw some fairly interesting blog material. *grin*
This is Daniel Sim's blog.
This is Danielle's blog.
They have fallen in love, just like their owners. Just kidding. Notice the limited amount of words in a single post of both the blogs? (I said I was kidding, okay? Get over it.) The only difference is that Daniel's blog oozes out intellect and wit, and Danielle's, well, does otherwise. Then I remembered this-
This is Denise's Cbox. "Daniel's like an 'LE' away from Danielle!" So judging by the similarities and differences of their blog, 'LE' has to be the difference.
So... what IS 'LE'?
Lousy Elephant? Lochness Emperor? Like Ethan?
You choose.
P/S- By stating "Daniel's blog oozes out intellect and wit, and Danielle's, well, does otherwise", I am not extolling Daniel above all else. Danielle's blog IS an entertaining read. They're both different- in their own, weird way.
And Mr. Sammy Lim backs concludes the point.
Oh, and they don't like each other. Daniel's paramore is Thesaurus, and Danielle's is Phi... I mean Hersheys. There.
...to blog surf.
Mind the anti-climax paragraph above, but I WAS blog surfing, and I saw some fairly interesting blog material. *grin*
This is Daniel Sim's blog.
This is Danielle's blog.They have fallen in love, just like their owners. Just kidding. Notice the limited amount of words in a single post of both the blogs? (I said I was kidding, okay? Get over it.) The only difference is that Daniel's blog oozes out intellect and wit, and Danielle's, well, does otherwise. Then I remembered this-
This is Denise's Cbox. "Daniel's like an 'LE' away from Danielle!" So judging by the similarities and differences of their blog, 'LE' has to be the difference.
So... what IS 'LE'?
Lousy Elephant? Lochness Emperor? Like Ethan?
You choose.
P/S- By stating "Daniel's blog oozes out intellect and wit, and Danielle's, well, does otherwise", I am not extolling Daniel above all else. Danielle's blog IS an entertaining read. They're both different- in their own, weird way.
And Mr. Sammy Lim backs concludes the point.
Oh, and they don't like each other. Daniel's paramore is Thesaurus, and Danielle's is Phi... I mean Hersheys. There.
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