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Tuesday, 25 December 2007

Wednesday, 19 December 2007

  • youth camp 07. unbelievable.

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    What fun those three days were. What incredible experiences we went through in those 72 hours.(not counting sleeping hours and all that. Don't get technical on me. =])

    To be honest, I wasn't expecing anything from this camp. Mostly because I was really, really, worried about my All-Stars (I'm about 5th right now.) . so yeah. I just basically went there to appease my mother.

    Man, I'm so glad she made me come.

    It was just plain awesome, the three days that I spent with my youth and in God's presence. Every session we had, Pastor Parlan (is that how you spell his name? xD) managed to reach out and send the message home to each and every one of us. I have never met anybody as clear as he was about the messages he wanted to send. No offense, Daniel, if you're reading this. =]

    Brief summary of what we did:

    Day 1:

    Unpack. Rejoin with friends. shriek my lungs off.

    I have sore throat.

    We got together in our groups, and I was so glad I was with Carmen. Don't know what I'd do without her, seriously, I wouldn't. I'd probably have killed either Alex, or slapped someone by then.

    An angel, that girl.

    We played Captainball and we won all the games...haha thanks to Hannah. That girl could score most of the goals wearing jeans, and man, I really had to step back and let her do her job.

    Yeah, I got kicked off. Haha. got a problem with that?

    It was a really good exercise then. I think I burned more calories playing that game than the whole week's worth of competitive bowling combined. Which is good, right? =)

    Excerpts:

    (I accidentally drop the ball)

    Jia Ren(the one who is supposed to block the ball, comes over): Good job!

    Me: Am I on your team?

    (ball comes sailing over and it scores!)

    Jia Ren(whirls around): HUH?!

    Day 2:

    Got up at an inhuman 5 am hour just to take a bath. Stood there for at least fifteen minutes before I finally got in the shower stall and took only like, 3 minutes to get out. Does this seem logical to you? Fifteen minutes waiting, and then you only take THREE MINUTES TO BATHE.

    Sigh. A good lesson, neverthless. I don't know what the lesson was, but I'm sure it was a good one.

    Hiked an hour and a half just to get to Pantai Kerachut.Bickered all the way with Marcus and Owayne. I swear, those two could actually kill me with stress, they really could if they actually tried. Thank goodness I kept myself in check, or else I'd probably be in a police station explaining to the seargent why I threw both of them down the ravine.

    Excerpts from the hike:

    Aaron: Jonathan, you're in charge of taking care of Marcus. I don't trust him; he might grab a vine and swing off to be Tarzan or something.

    Jonathan: (speechless)

    I really felt sorry for him then. He gave up barely halfway through the trek, and I actually don't blame him. I felt like weighing Marcus down with stones and flinging him into the river at one point.

    (scene: middle of the woods. group is split into three-the front, middle, and back.)

    (characters: Me, Carmen, Victor, Kah Mun. we were in the middle)

    Victor: Hang on, don't you think we should wait for the back group?

    Kah Mun: I don't hear anything.

    (We stop and listen and the front group moves off WITHOUT US.)

    Me: Never mind la. Let's just go first, it's a straight path and we'll get there eventua-(turns around) And we just lost the front group!

    Carmen: (starts shrieking Jo Hann's name)

    And eventually, they stop, and we have to go look for the back group.

    Guess what they were doing?

    TAKING PICTURES OF THE SCENERY.

    Can't really complain, cause we reached there eventually. Ahead of schedule, and even better, not the last.

    Scene: Campsite.

    Characters: Anyone who's trying to start a fire.

    Kelvyn: Hand me those plastic plates. We can use those.

    Somebody: What, are you NUTS? They'r made out of some plastic! YOu'll kill us all!!!

    Ha. Ha. Ha.

    Lunch was a very dismal affair. Me and my friends ended up escaping to the bridge where I got some really nice scenery pictures and great pictures with friends. We got to enjoy God's creation and even better, we felt like our friendship was as solid as ever.

    The weather was perfect: no sun, and def no rain, and the wind was blowing really strongly. I thought it was the best thing we'd ever done together so far.

    The game we played that afternoon involved us banging into each other as we tried to make sense of where we were going. I banged into a guy. Shan't say who.

    Day 3:

    Stayed up till 2 am that morning talking with Carmen and Dianne. Haha. It was really, really fun, but the result was that I could NOT wake up in time. In the end I ended up waking up at 7 and just washing my face and brushing my teeth. Couldn't be bothered to stand in line for the bathroom.

    Imagine how much time I saved. =) Besides. I believe half my dorm mates did the same thing.

    Or...maybe not..

    I am amazed I didn't fall asleep in my breakfast at all.

    ANYWAY. There really wasn't anything much to describe on the last day, but it was all fun in it's own way. Funny thing is, I can't find the words to describe it here...there aren't any words. It was just so darn special, and you know what?

    Next year is going to be just as fun. If not more.

    And without further ado, I present- THE PICTURES!!!

     

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    Sam: It's a bird!

    Jo: No, it's a plane!

    Sam: Oh, it's just Alex and Lawrence pretending to be Superman.

    Jo: chehhh...

    OH WELL. LOL.

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    Sam: Peekaboo! I see you! Wait. Don't I need to actually SEEYOU for THAT?

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    I was just staring into the distance. Steph grabbed my camera, and just took the picture. with the b&w setting still on.

    Serendipity? Maybe.

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    Carmen...and Carmen.

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    carmen and me

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    Jo&Jon. Aren't they just the perfect couple? =)

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    Carmen, Jo, Steph on the bridge. Yeah. THE bridge.

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    "Sam wanted us to pose...so pose lahh!"

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    The beach. If you didn't know, it's Pantai Kerachut. Pretty, huh.

    ADMIRE MY PHOTOGRAPHY TALENT, PEOPLE.

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    Sarah & Carmen

Thursday, 13 December 2007

  • "Ready? No? wey, WHY SO LONG WAN?"

    Something I've been longing to type for a long time. =D

    I'm sitting in Starbucks again, frantically typing my blog entries out. Well, not frantically, exactly, but you get my point, don't you? don't you? NO? You're dumb.

    I've been hooked on Vanessa Anne Hudgen's song "Say Ok":

    I feel sparks
    But I don't want to be into you
    If you're not looking for true love
    No I don't wanna start seein' you
    If I can't be your only one

    [Chorus]
    So tell me when it's not alright
    When it's not OK
    Will you try to make me feel better?
    Will you say alright? (say alright)
    Will you say OK? (Say OK)
    Will you stick with me through whatever?
    Or run away
    (Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)
    Say OK.

    Don't we all need someone special in our lives to do that to us? To just hold us tight and tell us that everything's going to be okay when things just fall apart around our ears? Some people have the virtue of finding that special someone, but people like me-yes, i'm working my self-pity here- we don't have one, not just yet.

    And so what choice do we have, except to just find solace in ourselves?

    Okay, moving on from hte PMS-ing...

    On a day where everything could possibly go wrong, it went wrong. First:

    my bowling bag handle broke. Cacated punya.

    my handguard is starting to injure my wrist. BOOOO.

    Grrrr.

    I think I wrote a lot better when I started to wallow in my thoughtful Pms mood. =D

    Another song I think I'm hooked on is Apologize by TImbaland and OneRepublic. It's just terribly poignant for the first verse.

    I'm holdin' on your rope,
    Got me ten feet off the ground.
    And I'm hearin' what you say,
    But I just can't make a sound.
    You tell me that you need me,
    Then you go and cut me down...
    But wait...

    How, how true. I've been through this exact same thing with him, and you know what? This song suits 'us' just fine. I don't blame Iver anymore. I don't hate her anymore, but sometimes, when I'm most insecure, I find that I doubt myself. I wonder sometimes whether there IS something that I lack, that everyone else has.

    "Insecurity doesn't help anyone, not even the most pessimistic."

    I mean, whenever I compare myself against anyone else, I find that I come up short. I always come up short. I mean, compare myself against some of my best friends:

    Mae: The most brilliant conversationalist in my time.

    Sharon: The quirkiest, and therefore, the nicest.

    Megan: One of the funniest.

    Steph and Jo: One of the prettier girls.

    You see where I'm going with all this? No? Go read it again.

    But sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve such friends like these. They're smart, they're pretty, and they're a heck of a lot more gifted in anything else. What can I do?

    Not bowling. I'm not the bst. Not that I don't try. But still...sometimes I wake up screaming at night before tournaments, wondering if the next day, I'll crash and burn.

    And what else? Writing? Yeah. Heck of a lot that'll get me in life. You don't make a living writing books. Not unless you're JK Rowling.

    It's winter in my wonderland.

    I'm tired of trying to be something I'm not. I'm tired of trying to live up to people's expectations.

    I'm tired of trying.

    And thus, I conclude my pointless, rambling blog entry. Yeah, I was bored, and so I type anything that pops into my head.

    And you know what? I hate him for making me feel this way.

    I'm waiting for the world to fall
    I'm waiting for the scene to change
    I'm waiting when the colors come
    I'm waiting to let my world come undone



     

Monday, 10 December 2007

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    By Fergie
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    better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.

    Pshaw, as the Brits might say.

    IS it better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all? Wouldn't it just be heavenly bliss if everything was lovey-dovey the very first time anyone met and they knew exactly what was going to happen instead of having to go through all the trials and tribulations of the fourteen stages of dating torture?

    Or was it only five? Oh, what would I know? I haven't even dated anyone yet.

    Moving on to different topics here.

    Anyway, as all the bowlers out there would know, Remaja GP Finals are over. WHOOPEE!

    And thus, another burden is OFF MY BACK. GEEZ. And even though I dind't do well, (5th. A freaking 5th. No wonder I got a nosebleed) I think for what, five sessions of practice i did quite well overall. I mean. I'm happy with a 165 average. (Wait, I am?)

    Cause I still beat somebody, eheh. And no, I don't mean you, Iver. Are you even reading this? No? Yes? Why am I talking to my computer?

    MOVING ON. Man, I get distracted so easily. I beat him with 50 pins to spare, -grin-. Talk about 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. It WAS kinda daunting though, playing next to his brother. Who watched me every time I had to move lanes. ("Fine. You wanna watch? I'll give you something to watch! -scream-")

    Sore. throat. O.w.

    Now, all I have to do is go for All Stars. An even tougher playing field at that -clutches heart dramatically- But the fun of it all? Is seeing those friends from out of state.

    JUNE, WE ARE SO GOING OUT FOR LUNCH.

    Without further ado, I present-the pics from remajagpfinals!

    vinnyhanyunme that would be the two best girls i hang out with right before tournaments, Vinny&HanYun. Filip, you don't know how to take pics. AHAHAHA.

    penang team this would be our penang team: (l-r) izzati, maisarah, diyana, mae yin, (what's with your fingers, gatal ke? lol) and of course, the loud, unforgettable, me. GAAHAHAHA.

    diyana I honestly don't know what Izzati was doing, taking this picture. Never again am I putting it in YOUR hands. Bahaha.

    samremaja07 I don't know what I was smiling so much about after only getting a hamper and a trophy.

     

    And lastly in this not-so-frequently updated report,

    MY VIDEO IS UP!! WOOT!

     

    BLUE HYPPO WILL ROCK YOUR WORLD.

    when it's finished, of course.

     

     

     

     

Monday, 03 December 2007

  • "I'm late! I'm late! I'm late for a very important date!"

    Actually, to be late, I need to HAVE a date.

    Which I don't. =)

    So, people, for the benefit of those who HAVEN'T heard the latest breaking news...

    ...........................

    Well, we'll come to that later, aight? =D

    Man, this week has been so stressful lately. I have been working around the clock to make sure that I'm up to speed for tomorrow's GP finals, which I'm STILL NOT READY FOR. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

    Knew we shouldn't have gone to Aussie. =( still. What will be, will be.

    And I've been staying up late to finish that bluehyppo video, thanks Mae for the videos, btw. =) See? I mentioned your name!

    And to all the people who have supported me, not that I can remember a lot of names, not to meniton any, thank you. The video si finally DONE. and i posted it on youtube.

    Except that I'm not sure whether i actually uploaded it or not. Tee hee. Somebody needs to teach me how!

    oh and the breaking news?

    I'm not moving to Australia.

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