From bumped to bumper

The highway ablazed with zipping headlights. Transport of various makes and models were on their pilgrimage to a higher calling; home. Just like the rest, I too embarked on this journey to send my girlfriend home.

What can go wrong on this perfectly normal weekday night?



ANYTHING



Someone jams his brake. In front of me.

At 80 to 90 km/h, i literally floored the brakepad to prevent a collision.
At that split second, A thought came to mind... Would the car following behind me react likewise? Before my thought sentence could complete, the rear vehicle slammed into my car.

Bullet-time;
My girlfriend screams and covers her face, presumably is a girl's natural reaction. I simply braced myself, slammed the brakes and witnessed the collision process.

A loud bang.

Things within the car were flunged out of place. My spectacles literally took flight from my face and landed in the rear seats area. Watching how the boot of the mazda crumpled in front of me took me by surprise. Then it dawned upon me... what about mine?

I alighted to a sea of chaos. Other cars' passengers had alight to do damage accessment, at the same time looking out for someone to shoulder the blame. Contacts were exchanged, and some kind passer-bys stopped over and offered to help. One guy assisted by taking down the required information for such an accident and he also gave advice on how to proceed on from there. How nice.

Then an automotive workshop namecard touched my hands.

THEN A BUNCH OF THEM APPEARED FROM NOWHERE TO HELP THE REST OF THE VICTIMS.

A complete package from car towing, to repair, to insurance claim, medical claim and finally to car rental. Not a single cent needs to leave my pocket for this offer. How amazing, everything is arranged. Right down to the car that was supposed to be rented to me, was already in the car workshop! Wow wow..

I was kinda skeptical so I hesitated and delayed for time while taking advice from my half asleep dad. Advice was given and appropriate actions followed. Then during this short stint of composure, when things are settling down, something just had to break it.

The sight of my boot.

Badly compressed in with the internal frame exposed. The car behind me must have relied on my brakes to stop both our cars. Okay, me bad, my brakes is only sufficient for 1 car. So i had to share the load with the car in front because too much of a good thing would make me fat.

A total of 4 cars, me being the 2nd. But apparently I'm the most badly damaged of the lot. But then again, the 3rd car suffered several casualties, slightly crushed bonnet and a shattered windscreen. Oh well. Nothing's too joyous about winning in this league.

Traffic folks in blue arrived shortly, took some photos and conducted a on site investigation. They suspected foul play but no evidence. Routine.

The agent persisted. So after several discussion sessions, i finally relented to his sales pitch. Anyway he has everything prepared. Well.. might as well. Under his pre-arrangements,

Shortly after that, i was off zipping ard within an hour in my new rented car. $100 bucks a day for a very new car, Lancer~ The ah beng within me screamed for joy. Sadly joy was short-lived. After that had to top up petrol. and go down to tts gov hospital, etc etc.

After all that was required, i could finally hit the sack at 6am. Yeah man, no worries. Only to be woken up to my parents' interrogation.

Some parting shots.. (i'm concussing already)





bob

Of ham and onion sandwich...


Pack me a message of love
Sealed with dreams fulfilled
Nothing less, nothing more
Love of me, love of you


Zarah.



Of forgotten friend...

i'm so glad i saw you again.
i'm so touched when you called me by name
i thought i would never see
this day, this friend, would set me free.

Thank you.



Of faith, in God

A little imperfection taints my mortal soul
A little skin covers my hidden cold
A little touch upon Your beaded hem
A little glance upon my frozen hands

I'm still holding on.



Of Goals and trophy

I saved myself a dream
Of me walking the clouds
dancing, prancing, wherever i deem
Trusting these steps, without a doubt.

Without my fears.

can you hear the whispers that call out from the midst of the storm?
the murmur mixed rumble that echoed from the depth of the hurricane.
yea, i heard them calling me by name, dragging me by hand.
yea, prompted from the depth. i was stirred, shaken, flung and bent.

so fly boy fly, along side the dilapidated roof
smile as the rain cuts through your sunken cheeks
mix a replusive cocktail of rain, blood and a drop of tear
to toast my maiden flight, without wings, without fear

then...
one day when i would wake to find
grateful, that I have wings to fly



disclaimer: i'm not suicidal or going bonkas, just doing some wordplay.

It is official, finally i've a legitimate reason to blog :)

I used to wonder.. am I wasting my time? By investing in where others don't encourage, or even bother. But after some sharing with my lecturer and peers, i was immensely enlightened by the art of blogging. Yes! An art form no less, and it is incredibily beneficial to the establishment of my career prospects ahead.


Bob, the copywriter.


Of course, blogging alone can only suffice to a certain extend. That's where advertising studies come into the picture to bridge the gap, connecting Bob to , the Copywriter.

That'a just 1 part of my dreams and planning for destination, destiny. Many are in the pipeline, but I just pick one out for elaboration. Of course, dreams are only dreams when untouched, worse off when incompleted. So, press on and perservere my dear bob~!

Ok, so that was my introduction. Time to move on to the main course.

Bob was out partying at Double O. Yes I know, Bob was out chionging away. Some clarifications here. It was a class outing to celebrate Gwen's, one of my classmate's birthday. I have kinda come to terms with partying at such places. I don't really think it's wrong to party, to let your hair down and groove to the music. ( i didnt really managed to groove, more of a twirling and a series of a side-stepping and unnatural jerks.) Just dont drink till u fall into a drunken stupor and behave in a boorish manner. You are your own big boy now, make your own decision, with wisdom no less. Other than that, enjoy.

In the midst of my groove attempts, i caught sight some familiar church faces in an environment I can't seem to associate together. Stunned expressions exchanged, followed by a hearty contact. It's obvious these guys are here to party, but apparently after a brief encounter in the loo later on, I learnt that their activity here is unknown to the church fraternity.

From those few minutes of sharing, I learnt a lot. The facade they wear in the church is only the surface, but apparently they felt that, who they actually are, is not "allowed". (Quotations intended to present their interpretation of their leader's word, and also the translation of the actual mandarin word used, "bu rang") Liken to an errant kid sneaking out while the parents snoozed.

As I've mentioned earlier, you are responsible for yourself. Know where you stand and explain to your leader. Let him/her know the intent. I mean, you are not there to drug and rape someone right? So let out, and I believe some form of mutual understanding can be reached. On top of that, I strongly reckon that little compromise is needed in this win-win situation.

Another issue I would like to raise is on reaching out. I'm an advocate for Christ, but I don't force it upon people. I mean, evangelists don't exist to hit figures but to impact lives. As for those who are impacted, dont come to church to be bitter and then backslide. What good is it then to add another anti-church on the streets? The church may let you down, but hey, where's the focus's supposed to be? Not on some random folks assigned to guide you, rather on the One that saved you~!

Alas, so many come and go. I have just learnt that my first leader have backslided. It is definitely stumbling to realise, especially when she was one of those founding pillars that contributed to the establishment of this community. What drove you on, good leader? What is it then, that drove you out?

So when people who have backslided told me they do so to take a break, it's like Huh?! I thought He has taken our yoke to give us rest?! Something's wrong here... Ministry folks, please, FOCUS. You serve because of His Love, not because of that cute girl that carries the offering buckets next to you.

Alrite, enuff ranting. Gotta move on to develop the other aspect of my career development. Graphic designing~

With these words i'll end...


What drives you on, should drive you up.

But, NOT the wall.


bob

Blog therapy in process.
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Tired and worn. But what can I say?

Been rushing my project till 4.30am this morning, followed by a rather intensive and extensive discussion with my lecturer with regards to the future of us designers. After that, i returned home for dinner and just when i thought i could get my well deserved rest, i was mistaken.

Someone called,
put me thru some rather distressing moments,
rendered me disturbed
and left sleepless.

Hmm.. Shit happens.

My heart hurts. Literally. Perhaps all that mental affliction generated a tangible level of electronic pulse to jolt my cardiac organ to reality.

Where art my fairytale world? Perhaps little red riding hood killed her granny, alice has some serious bout of hallucinations, and the three little pigs were experimenting with some unconventional system of air-conditioning? Alas, every dreamer has to be waken, else be issued a death certification.

Sigh...



Hey! don't close the lid, i'm still blogging!

bob

my travel log

I saw a patriot's pride
I saw a destitude's hand
I saw an open wound
with none to tend.

I saw a hardened heart
I saw a childhood lost
I saw smiling faces
behind those closed doors

I saw an orange aftertaste
I saw the women faces
I saw the daily papers
printed on even pages

My long awaited holiday beckons!

Okay... maybe I did not spend tat much time anticipating it. But in any case, it's a break and escape from this urbanised fishing village! looking forward to the life the vietnamese led, the nature that surrounds their habitat and the little beautifuls that decorate their lives.

Don't miss me too much people.
Hmm...
Too broad an audience. Bet many of you will never know i ever step foot outta this shores.

Don't miss me too much Zarah.
Hmm... again.
That's a kinda Duh statement. She almost had those chains and strap-jackets upon me.

Alritey. Everyone, miss me then. :)


i tink i've been stuffing myself way too much these past few daes. Been getting weird indigestive feeling in my tummy of late. As if i'm going for some survival training tmr. It's holidays my dear Bob!

okay. enuff of self entertainment. i forgot my intended agenda why i wanna blog todae. Sheeeetty... okay. 4 plus don't look too awesome to hit the sack, but better late then never~

Oh, btw, Lisa Ono is amazing! Do listen to her songs! just got mine frm gramaphone in parkway. Yummie! it almost soothed me to sleep while driving. Hah!

Feeling really...
Bob

blaring my brainwaves...



i've had a friend, a brother from the days of old. We were really close friends, brothers to a certain extend. When i first saw him, i told myself, i wanna be his friend. He was this blob of joy and laughter and friendly aura exudes from him.

A great friend i've had.

We went thru a series of life's stages and many of which strengthen our bond, but 1. i'll not bitch about what happened, but this unfortunate turn of event took away what i cherished a lot. This friendship we shared. it meant a lot to me. So damn much that i'll grieve over it. Till now when i try to patch things back, nothing's resolved. Many a times my efforts were wasted. The wall's thickening.. i feel like a fool chasing the wind.

And i'm still a chasing fool.

I'll not stop, it's me. When i was 9, i told a classmate that friends are precious and I'll not lose anyone of them. i'll never forget tat scene, that moment in time when i made a stand for my belief, until now.

stupid bob.

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i had a great gathering sometime back wif my army kakis. pple whom i've toiled with in tekong. thou not many turned up, it was still a meaningful event. Was great catching up with these folks. kinda hope we'll all end up doing reservist together.

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my friend recently broke up with her bf. the guy was all scholarly, wealthy and a head turner. Young and promising, but empty promises he was to her. I thought they would make it. alas.. bucks, books and looks does not ensure good character.

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Sorry if i offend anyone, but i feel tat there are some who are moulded to excel in their studies only. mayb it's society, but hey, we've got a brain of our own. So start tinking for urself. What do you forsee yourself doing upon graduation? Are the books you go thru now going to help with your future job, if so, how? You wont be doing examinations for a living for goodness sake.

i've got someone tat boast about his study credentials, doing accountancy in nus, talks about doing business and constantly looks me up and ask me about my plans in life.

Sorry if i seem a little cynical, but somehow i got this feeling that he's trying to blow his ego bubble by riding upon any praise i offered or by comparing his acadamic feats with mine. Get a life kiddo, i cant be bother to entertain u with lego blocks. If u wanna impress me, u shdnt have downgraded in army, and yet still able to do sports upon ord.

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i've been to quite a few bbqs, chalets n gatherings of late. some of which threatened my project submission. but i stuck to them still.

hah.. bob oh bob...

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thanks rx for ur comment. appreciate it a lot. not bcoz of the words u wrote.. but more of the fact tat u do care to read n leave a comment.

Ya a dear friend of mine. yup. in all sincerity.

alritey. the speakers are melting.

nitey folks.

Bob

shmily Zarah.

Time.
Much needed, much sought after, much deprieved.

Somehow everyone wants a bit of me. My schedules are often packed. My parents gotta make appointment to spend time with me. My girlfriends wants to spend eternity with me already and my friends are liken to the stars of the skies and sands on the shore. Like what Peter parker once said, with great power comes great responsibilties, and so i have a friend's responsibility of attending someone's wedding, whom i tot has been reduced to mere aquaintance.

my 3 weeks of school holidaes have just begun, but i am already booked all the way thru until school reopens. The little free days inbetween i've left are for so many misc events that have bcome weekly rituals.

Somehow it has gotten to me. i took to retail therapy for relief. i self-prescribed van houlten chocolates(it was on sale) for medication, which i gladly finish a week's dosage in a few hrs. i browsed shopping malls alone. i even contemplated dining in at one of those semi-formal restuarants alone. Feast upon some delicacies that i would never permit myself to sample but would gladly bless someone with. What transgression. The sheer thought speaks of the heart's desire, a sin commited in my mind. Alas, my budgetting does not allow such personal indulgence. The eventual outward expression never manifested.

Phew.

my work beckons, but my labour time shortens. Sad to say, little provision is made for the projects that would have direct/dire effect on me. i am courting certain death, if not, mental.

let not the day come when i need to make an appointment with myself, for myself.

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someone once share something with me, who decides whether if i am able to design? my invigilators? English, maths, science? who decides if I am able to be a leader one day? my educational qualifications?

This someone is a classmate of mine.

A school dropout at sec 3. had no choice but to be sent to Aussie to resume his education. Got his A levels there, came back to pursue his diploma at a private education centre that was flocked with rich chinese brats, and lousy lecturers that played video tutorials for lectures.

He is, in my opinion, one of the best designers in my class. Currently working freelance. Starting his design firm by the end of this year. produces amazing project works.

And yet, by local context, he is a failure sieved out by our education system.


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time for a shower..

cheers
Bob

LTC David.

The CO tat I marched in the marching contingent during his COC to School 1 in Nov 2003, n finally.. now.. as a former subordinate, i've graced his COC out of this place. A defining moment and a memorable event forever etched in my mind. i'm not army siao.. just people oriented. i love it when i play a part in the finer moments of people's life. being there for my CO was perhaps one such event.

reminiscencing the bus route to SFT.. the RP at the gate.. the SFT snack shop.. the "fast"craft.. the path trodded.. the office.. the toilet.. the familiar faces.. i could almost see images carved upon those walls.. drawings that depicted my journey in camp. the many places i've been to.. the various tasks i shouldered. i realised tat the toilet was a place of refuge back then.. when i was so depressed n wore.. a trip to the toilet, at my usual corner urinal, gazing at the toilet ettiq art upon the wall, doing what i came to do... relieved me in a way more than one.

finally~ the warrents are lovely people once again. perhaps it was the bar that i once decked upon my shoulder. the icon of pride n much resent from others. i love the way vennu welcomed us.. punniya.. lee.. msgs n staffs.. all.. lovelified.. i could almost see the sincerity in warrent lee's eyes when he spoke to me... perhaps the Christ brought us a little closer than work would have? haha.. perhaps..

i was a warrent's recruit, and a officer's cadet. my heritage :)

then there were the mortified officers.. many rose in rank.. i'm glad.. these were amazing people that fought many good diplomatic battles. cpt damien, foo, lta ghim, yazid.. col ishak, ltc david n maj effendy.. my salute to you.


Finally.. a shot for keepsake. :)

former ATO and DyMPO (me)

we kenna abandoned ship by Kelvin n Pengfeng(with the wierd accent that CO uses) haha.

Coastal road, anyone? :)

feeling really..
bob

best boyfriend award winner.

The Shepherd, herders and sheep

we grew too much to know where we were
we climbed too fast to realise those who fell
we thought we are immortal, because of who we serve
we thought we are the mountains, but actually human

stop thinking numbers when people matter
quit asking me for souls when i'm drying up
your fame spreads, while your flock scatters
you gain a thousand, but lose a hundred less

So many sheep once grazed with me
Happy were we, having you, happy me
The pasture remains, but the flock's changed
Disappointment beckoned the strayed

herders, oh herders, be oblivious no more!
keep your eyes on the flock and not on the open gates!
many are hurt, disappointed and wounded
many are disillusioned, many more faded

I love the Shepherd, l love the pasture
I hope to show them to the lost, to the stray.
I hope the herders would wake up their idea
And stop chasing away the sheep they once nurtured

We are sheep, not yet shepherd dogs
We can baaah, not yet bark
Many are called, few are chosen
So stop the, freaking evolution!


i care for my friends, i can't bear to let them go thru disappointments that would leave a scar etched on them forever. Perhaps i might be wrong. Perhaps seeing members, leaders, SOT grads backslide was a little too stressful for me to bear. I know them, that's why it hurts. I'm grieved coz they mattered but were not cherished. They are gone, but life goes on as per normal.

Perhaps, they were just numbers and figures.

perhaps one day.. i can shake systems into shape, and i'll bring you back.

Perhaps... you were meant to stray...

perhaps... eyes have not seen, ears have not heard..




a disappointed/confused bob

Darn...

it's already 4.30am.. i'm still up an awake blogging. :P Oh.. did i mention i gotta be out and about for research in a few hours time at national library?

Was out at Zouk last night. (Yes, i was at Zouk. wholesome folks, brace urself pls :P) Was quite an experience. There are a few mini platforms all around, and my classmates n I have ploked ourselves comfortably a few metres off 1 of these stages. Then lo and behold, a few shims graced that platform with moves oh-so-sensual that I cannot bring myself to type. Yes, the crowd got wild. woof whistles and shireks drowned in the thumping of the mambo beat. What would we do without such gutsy gals? i mean.. they do have balls yeah?

Suddenly, i dunno why.. out of the people mountain people sea gazing at himer, shim suddenly pointed at me. My classmates gasped, my jaws dropped and i could feel my knees buckling. I slid across the wall and became part of the wallpaper. Pls, i'm straight and I've no pleasure in groping what I already have, thank you.

After some jostling and squeezing, we proceeded to a less rowdy crowded area(or so i tot), Phuture (Spell check). R n B envelope the air and the dance moves are more restrictive. No more silly square root choppings and doing that thing pointings, just hands by ya side and gyrate away. Sad to say, the air was a little stuffy coz we all were like palm length apart fron everyone else. Oh well.. to top it off, there was this lian behind wiping dry her bodily perspiration from her back, onto my shirt. Hmmm..... strange. Oh well, space constraint. :P

Anyway while i was proclaiming i hardly chiong, i was like greeting a few familiar faces here and there. Shucks.. there goes my noob image. Bumped into Leslie, Junxi and Donavan, from my bmtc platoon. n i tot i saw a fellow hotel wing cadet with his arms full of gals.. ah. dun care.

Fun, but it kinda left my ear drums numbed ever since.. yeah.. but it's getting better. so no worries.

I'm so gonna run for terry fox run.. i'm losing shape n determination. oh dear me..

Oh i saw Shangwei at Safra recently wif his gf.. haha.. kinda like interrogated him about camp matters. Apparently my understudy n his understudy didnt quite leave a positive impression like how I did. Ah hah.. nice.. but in my opinion, the best DyMPO was still Samson. He shouldered so much for the camp. Kudos to him.

Alritey.. gotta get to my bed! 5am don't seem to be too encouraging for bed.. hmm.. it's ok i guess. Better sleep than never? haha


Love you all. I really do!



Weijian

Contentment. :)

Imagine this.

You have been out working the whole day and you are famished. Someone gives you a plate of tantalizing chicken rice. It's fragrant, graced with chicken drumstick and an egg. To top it off, you get a bowl of prawn dumpling soup and iced cold cola.

A moment of truth.


You consume it.



Mmmmmmm... :)


Within a few moments of this brief aquaintance, man and food formed a seamless union. The bond built brought great satisfaction to both the starving consumer and purpose driven consumables.

Contentment is established.


Hmm.. seems like after the jamming session n a bit of catching up on my frens' lives gave me a renewed mindset on life n it's purpose. I'm feeling really happy at tis moment. I saw what I used to overlook, things that were taken for granted. Such are the things that brings me so much joy. Perhaps someone is praying for me? Thank you~ Whoever you may be. :)

Oh dear.. my joy is short-lived. hehe.. gotta get back to school project.

But...... studies is awesome!

Hah!

Another plate of chicken rice pls!

Cheers
Bob

In the midst of my art history intensive week. how amazing. I'm finally slogging thru lectures upon lectures that killed many of my comrades with the Zzz monster. It's quite interesting as the last i struggled with it was during those training shed daes listening to boring technical handling techniques.

So what's so amazing?

I'm actually enjoying the lessons. The wonders of looking at things from a new perspective. :)

Today we had our first ever official class excursion. Miss the term "class excursion" like mad. Felt like a kid packing my bag for the day's adventure. Our tour today brought us to the chinese heritage museum and some printing centre. Lovely places. learnt a lot about our roots and rich history..

Wonderful la..

Anyway quite a few of my classmates(gals) made mention tat i make a good boyfriend. hehehe.. i wonder why.. kinda floated briefly during those fleeting moments.. hehehe

School has been amazing. I bumped into so many of my former unit guys. Saw Gilbert frm HQ, Gabriel frm K coy, another spec frm H coy. Then there's bowen, rayner n guangfeng. i've not forgotten u Jason! :) just have not met in sch only.. :P Rouxin too~ makan 1 day k? :) i'll meet u up soon. :)

Okidoki i'll sign off here. gotta catch some sleep to combat the Zzz monster later!

I heart you Zarah Chua!

Love
Bob

Walls do crumble and fall.

At times we lean on them for support,
to shield us from the sun,
to hide away from the enemy's glare,
to inspire and to encourage when the going gets tougher than us.

Yes, these very walls we once depended upon, may disintegrate and would not be able to perform the roles and responsibilities they once played. They had faith of colossal extend, yet apparently failed to move mountains they once taught us to command.

Stumbled, I am.

But over time and tide I've come to realize that not everyone goes thru the same rites. What may seem to be an end is perhaps just the dawn of something greater than what I can imagine. I believe that greater things would manifest and in time to come, we would come to realization of the greater plan that surpasses all understanding.

Yes, I have faith to believe. Faith that was bore forth from these once faith inspirer.

So what can we do?

There is nothing wrong in serving, but do so with a willing and desiring heart. One that is led, not dragged. Be inspired and encourage, not commanded and forced. Ultimately, do it with a love that God gives for us to give.

I love, that's why i bless.

Agape
Bob

WOw Wow!

I was truly truly touched by my class today!

Basically several of them helped me out with the last lap of my deadline rush. Yup~ I was really overwhelmed by their kind gestures. I almost melted away when you guys came and asked what could you do to help, so much so that when all of u assisted i could only stand back and lend eye power coz all the tools and equipments were fully utilized! So lemme take tis opportunity to remember everyone of you and your effort..

Edwin helped with the glitter ball (You got the ball rolling my dear friend!), Shah helped with the installation of final work, Winnie helped with left sofa support, Sze Jia helped with the right sofa support, (both Winnie and Sze Jia even had their own unfinished product at hand, and almost didnt meet the deadline themselves!) Antonio helped with the sheep's fur and installation, Hongwen helped with the ears, Wee Kiong helped with the installation and giving of advice.

Well, in a class of 26, having 8 (including myself) to work on my personal project, is like 1/4 to 1/3 of the class working on a group project!

Suddenly it came to mind of what Iris said last Monday. If these people are your friends they will help u. Indeed they have proven to be worthy, and beyond, of the title of "friends".

am really grateful to what God shows and the doors He open around me. Yeah man~ I am really well taken care of by people around me.

Anyway Jason u lesson end wad time on Mon n Tues. We see how we can work something out from you.

Best Regards
Bob

Ah.. my little haven.

Sneaked here for a breather. Away from the checklist of content creation of my design concept.

I am currently down with some back sprain. Yupsie, windsurfing hazard. Improper techniques and over exertion has resulted in it's resonating protest. Yes, i hear you loud and clear. So much so that I am rendered un-surfable for the next 2 weeks or so. Man.. there goes my tan and "slimmer" built. (Personal belief)

School has been pretty good. Rushing for projects made me feel alive. Did things i never thought possible. My fellow classmates are toiling away at this very moment with me. Hmm.. feels like the good ole days of outfield training.. Yeah~

I saw 2 dear friends from army in SIM recently. Jeff and Rayner. hahahah.. miss them sia. Our initial encounter resulted in a chaotic scene that sent my classmates reeling in shock. Playing a fool like some kids sia. They were there doing some orientation tour apparently. How lovely of them to walk pass the lift lobby. Well well, i look forward to more days of encounters and makans. Jason~ we r not alone in SIM liao~~ :P

Today was my church's 17th anniversary. I didnt managed to squeeze into the hall. So the quick thinking me went MacDonalds instead.

Think i go there slack n idle away rite? no~ i went online to follow the svc thru. Well.. almost... the wifi was a bit intermittent, strength 3 at best.

Anyway i returned to SIS after svc ended n lo n behold jan appeared with printer ink for me.. how lovely, i dont have to go hunting for her. The only thing was she didnt have my charger with her then.. so she linked up with my band vocalist to collect the charger frm him and then deliever to me. But by then i have already left the compund and was reaching kal mrt station. Just when i was about to resign to fate of being chargerless for yet another week. She appeared from behind. Wow! Thank God.. hehe

Okidoki~ time to shower n resume my fire fighting process..


tadaz..~
Bob

I think life rocks, literally. It has it's ups n downs. Sometimes things are more beautiful, somethings everything seems so gloomy. The beauty of it all is tat God strengthens us when we r weak, when we are battered and worn, when we wished tat it would end, but we endured, n we survived.

When we look back, hey, i've been there, done that. When things ahead show similar situations, we are better prep to assess them and take the necessary action. If all else fails, we know we will still pull thru at the end of the day.

So.. smile, coz this is the day that the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it.

Class rep thingy has passed. Yeah man.. seeing how my class rep suffers now... hmm i tink it's a God appointed move. Thanks Rouxin for ya word in season. oh and Edwin too, for reading my ranting n showing me tat u care to read my nonsense. haha~ Good bro. Zarah too, played a major role in coaxing me. hahahahha.

I was at some windsurfing course at East Coast. I "graduated". but somehow i'm not very convinced. Perhaps my fighting spirit despites all the many falls n flips prove that I deserve that certificate.

I love the sport. I love the freedom and open sea. Join me.

My band is going places. But i need to keep up with their pace. I don't wish to be the one to drag the band down. So press on mr bassman bob.

i've thought of setting up a community portal.. but.. i need breakthru. I need to bite my lips n pull thru. i need God..

My heart's kinda troubled. Perhaps the thought of leaving my parents after marriage(not so soon) seems rather heart wrenching. the values i cherish n everything i gave to stand by it.. suddenly seems so invalid. Don't just tell me. Convince me.


Bob oh bob