WHOA!

gosh...its intoxicating...i just had encounter with God..not really a miraculous one wherby i saw angels or had dreams or anything....lemme relate that encounter...i was sitting on my couch..clad in an army singlet and nike shorts...watching the soapy 'a kindred spirit' on channel 8, while reading becoming a contagious christianity. Prior to that i was looking through some of my old ocf stuff..reading some comments people made about me...for eg ' ding ure been such an inspiration and testimony' and other good things about me..then i started reflecting how did i change from been someone who is seen as a passionate christian to what i am now? well i ponder it for a while, and shrug it aside as the drama begin, during the adverts i read snippets of mark mittleberg's becoming a contagious christian...one sentence in the chapter 'a formula for impacting your world' struck me...it went like these when christians live out their faith with authenticity and boldness they put a little zing into a sometimes bland cup of soup. They catch people off-guard and make them wince' keeping in mind the title of that chapter, u would understand what the author was hinting at. A while after i read that sentence, a sudden surge in desire to worship God came upon me, it was so strong, it cldnt have been self induced. (i could never pysche myself up). I went into the room (my primary 2 cousin's bedroom) got down onto my knees and started praying talking and just crying out to him...i didnt weep..but i did tear...i kept on asking God for forgivenss for my sin..and i repeat it...then it dawn upon me...the very first time i asked for Forgiveness He alreaedy forgave! i didnt have to repeat! Then i realised, i have to seek His power so that i would be strong in times of temptation..and thats what He gave me...its indescribable..the sudden resolution that is imbue in me to hate sin and hate whatever i have been doing wrong and to advoid it at all course....i continue worshipping Him...it was awesome..its been soo long since i had such a worship session..it was more of my cry to Him...after a while i thought God was done with me, so i proceeded messaging all my christian friends...but once i left e room..all i cld say was...praise U lord...and i kept on crying His name...so i quickly send out messages..got back into the room..came back out...remembering that my bible was in the living room (untouched in a while)..and just started waiting...He took me to matthew 5...the beautitudes...i remember paul yancey once wrote in one his books, that the beautitutes was something lyrical..something beautiful...but seldom understood...at that moment on my knees...the meaning of the beautitutdes just transcend into my soul..albeit my mind cannot fully comprehend it...but all i wanted was to be what was set out in the beautitues..so i proceeded into praying each one of it...and what struck me was 'blessed are those who thirst and hunger for righteousness for they will be filled'.. i just wanted to be that blessed person who desired righteousness in my life....gosh...i just prayed and prayed...and the whole thing ended with me praying for my parents for my cousin for daphne for cheryl and everybody else. God is great...one week before my 22nd birthday...this could be the very present i need in my life......isnt God awesome!

Imperfect pple with seemingly perfect pple..and that crappy taxi driver

Now, i reckon what im going to write is a contentious topic and yesh it does seem very rude and very unkind of me to say such a thing...but hey...y do seemingly gorgeous girls who are articulate intelligent have to go out with total dorks..and i dont mean dorks like me..but with guys who doesnt seem to fit into her social status. Alrite, im going to be an arse and spell it out...y do hot chics go withguys who are plumpish, acne ridden, has nose hair peeking out into e open and have a dress sense as fashionable as phua chu kang? This question has been asked time and time whenever me and my mates (mostly ac elitist who are proud and arrogant! ) go to town to 'try' to paint it red. U may say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder...but here is my arguement to that proverbial statement...the beholder has to have some point of reference to what beauty means...and in times whereby beauty is often attributed to hollywood actors/ actresses (sometimes bollywood stars are not too bad..shah rul kahn..cant spell his name), for example brad pitt...who has those chiselled features and a body any woman..and chances are any man would die for...or jude law who exhudes such charm and suaveness (yes such a word does exist), BEAUTY definitely cannot be ascribe to the guys i just mention above...im sure many who are reading this (hell if many people are reading this...ill be ecstatic!) would think im a shallow dickhead and that im uncultural, probably immoral ( very true) and damn stupid...u wld probably say...those guys have good character...alrite i concede that much...but hey...not all fat pimplish acne ridden guy have good character....get my point? to sum it up...firstly..the proverb 'beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder' is total bull..secondly love is truly blind..finally...do i really have to have acne sporidcally placed on my face, to have a 38 inch waist and to have BO that makes 20 sweaty guys in an enclosed toilet smell better then calvin kleins orange to get a sweet gf? (i just got back from ahm..army half marathon..and 20 sweaty guys in a toilet at raffles city..yikes!)....darn..ive crap too much..and no time to write bout the taxi driver...but nvm..tat wld be another story..3months down the road..considering i blog 'that' often...i shall go pray and ask God to change my warped ideas and forgive me for typing out what i just wrote....

Chinablack

Now im stuck in camp, going about my own business, trying to wade through the last few more hours of duty before heading off to bed. The past 24 hours have been a whirlwind, albeit i sworn off clubbing like 3 months earlier, due to the cajoling and hassling of qifa and farrid (my ocs mates), i decided to visit chinablack once again, e old joint. As usual, gullible me actually believed people wld be at e stipulated place at the arranged time, but noooo...i had to be the only one on time. Darn..y do i even bother....aniwae...as i waited for my 3 idioitc friends to come, i realise that mr farrid decided to play me out and went to play soccer..wat an idioit..but then again..how can one be angry with the only guy i know who can have a huge tummy and looks pretty fit...not to mention he has those 'oh so cute' 'berries' (black spots)on his tummy...aniwae it turn out that the night was meant to be Nus Medical Bash...how sweet! as i trudge through the crowd, pushing no rather elbowing people who were flailing their arms wildly...saw some people i knew, ok i must admit, i was rather envious of pple there...i assume most of them were medical students, and my my..some of them look really good..i was thinking to myself..hey...y aint i like that? ok..i know u may say i have little confidence in myself and yada yada...but hey..they arelly are smart and goodlooking...aniwae...the surprise and highlight of the night was my dear old church mate gillian teh, well..i was pleasantly shocked when this really gorgeous girl came up to me and say hi...and i was like..'HEY!'aniwae...she looked really elegant...definitely the makings of a tai tai doctor..and yeah..kinda caught up...and hey...met daniel teo....really nice and all...but hell..he always gets the chics..ha...well..aniwae...all in all..it was a pretty good nite...too bad i didnt hook up with any of those cute med chics..
i got home at 3:30...forced myselef to down orange juice...one whole bloody litre of it..thiking that it wld prevent any hangovers from all the heinken i drank...but to my horror and dismay..it ended up maknig me feel pukey and naseaus...ha! hell i dont even know how i survive the trip to camp...but thank God..im alrite now..and had prata for breakfast...yeap yeap....