Finally VBS is over! Quite relieved, but missed it at the same time too. It felt like camp, even though we didn’t stay over. Maybe it’s because I stayed overnight at Jeannie’s house. It was fun having dinner with the Cheahs and after-dinner teatime. Lame jokes really run in their blood. =.= I enjoyed them nevertheless. XD

I got to bond with their miniature pinscher too. His name’s Lex. To get him to bermanja on my leg, I had to bribe him with a small piece of soda crackers!

I enjoyed learning the songs with my music team and teaching the kids new songs during worship time. I hope they can remember the songs. At least the chorus. =) Honestly, I was afraid to lead a group of at least 100 kids from 5-12 years of age. I surrendered and asked God to use me in whatever way He wanted me to, in those three days.
It’s great joy for me to hear their voices ring praises to God! =D Many times I pushed the mic back so that I could be softer instead.

*contented sigh*

So fun.

Didn’t take pictures with my camera, but snapped a fair bit with Thomas’ Canon 350D and 400D. Fun fun fun! Thankew, Thomas, for letting me use. =) No pictures from me yet, I heard he has 3000 over pictures. =p

A five-year-old boy came up to me while I was standing and without warning, he jumped and clung on to me like a koala on an eucalyptus tree. I lost balance and fell, scraping my left knee on the carpet. =.=

I thought we, the music station team, had a hard time with the energetic children whom we can’t seem to control no matter how fierce and firm we tried to be. But I think the team leaders had a harder time, since they have to be with the children ALL the time from start to finish.

Kudos to y’all!! =D A lot of hard work and effort was put into making VBS a success. Glad it turned out alright.

No Sunday School till January! Yeshh.. it’s rest time.

Melanie took this picture. It’s me and little Hannah with funky hair that stands! She clung on to me like a koala. Gosh, she’s so pink. So unpolluted with toxins. Not like me, so polluted with coffee. =p

And so, I went for supper last night with my neighbour Val. She selected Island Cafe at SS2. I’ve never been there, despite knowing that that place is not favoured by many of my friends. We ate before that, so we just ordered drinks. I liked my mango tea. I didn’t even have to empty the sachet of sugar into it because it was already sweet enough for my liking.

And so, I listened to tales about her life as a junior hairstylist, and I made her scared by my stories of ghosts in our neighbourhood. Haha. =p I didn’t know she was afraid of ghosts. Since young, she has always been the fearless child, an adventurous and tough long-haired girl. But now she wears her hair short and coloured.

So we chatted until the cafe blasted loud music. It was difficult to hear what Val was saying. She said it’s a tactic to make the customers leave by blasting the speakers. Felt like I was in some concert, only difference is that the place is almost empty. Only one or two tables were still occupied by stubborn patrons like us.

It’s good to catch up again. =) Oh, about the title of this post.. Remember I mentioned about an unknown person playing ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ on recorder? I found out who the musician is.

Me: Eh, who’s the one blowing recorder in our neighbourhood ah?
Val: Oh. That’s my dad. He’s actually playing the flute.

Wow.

Val: The problem is, my mum and I can’t make out what he’s playing.

Hehe! =p Way to go, Uncle!

And so I took the next afternoon off to the park behind my house to pour out what was on my mind to a very faithful listener. He appeared somewhat quiet, as if afraid to say anything offensive. (But thanks for being there and being patient with me. I appreciated it!) We sat at a piece of concrete which extends like a jetty towards the lake, and watched the aerators rotate continuously, splashing waters as they did. It was cloudy, but the heat of the sun could still be felt. But it was milder, not strong enough to make me sweat.

I didn’t bother whether I’d get darker, being outdoors in the afternoon. The park is only lively in the mornings and evenings. I don’t bother using a whitening cream anymore. I’m starting to accept my skin colour. It’s fun to be mistaken as a Mongolian or a Sarawakian/Sabahan. Haha!

So after being emo for an hour, ranting, rambling and complaining, I felt better. Watching the ripples on the surface of the lake helped to calm me too. At that moment I felt blessed to be living so near to a beautiful park. I have a lake behind my house, man! Haha. Sudden realisation.

I wanted to slide down the spiral tube slide but there were a couple of schoolgirls there, blocking the entrance. Oh well. I was trying to take a picture of a butterfly which was on a purple weed flower, but it didn’t turn out focused. Then my eyeballs focused to the seeds of the weed.

It is designed this way so that the breeze can carry the seeds to another place, hopefully somewhere with some earth, so that they can be germinated. I never noticed them close up till I took a picture of them. So delicate.. connected to the sphere in the center.

God is so creative.

I live my life like I’m wearing a mask which has a smile on it all the time. Under it, lies doubt, uncertainty, and frustration.

I notice most of my posts had been very neutral, which cannot tell whether I’m happy or sad. Maybe it’s because I feel vulnerable to let my feelings out.

Even now as I type this, I’m gingerly choosing my words, automatically becoming neutral again, trying to assure my readers that I’m okay, trying not to rouse other people’s concerns for me. I don’t want to sound as though I’m calling for attention.

I’ve been.. thinking a lot lately. Thoughts all in a flurry. They’re always swirling in my mind and after a while, I push them aside. No solutions for my dilemmas. Just taking them out and putting them back in. And doing that over and over again.

There it sat, looking like a crystal ball. I decided to play around with my brand new Canon Powershot A720 IS in my garden. Previously I used Canon Powershot A430 to take pictures until it died. My cousin’s Powershot A400 lasts longer than mine! Probably it’s because I never really took care of it. Snap, snap, toss into bag.

Mum’s getting it fixed. She said if it’s too expensive, she might not get it repaired. But it’s a waste to have it lying around unrepaired. Why not fix it and then we have two cameras at home? That way, I don’t have to fight with my sis. But then again, everybody loves new stuff, right? So, there will still be a fight because she wants to use the new camera. So far, she hasn’t shown much interest in the new camera, which is a good thing. Muahaha.

One thing I realised – macro photography lets you discover the finer details in your objects, things you’ve never noticed, like the fine hairs in the surface of the leaves and teeny weeny insects which looked like an imperfection on a leaf. I mean, I’ve realised this long since I started liking macro photography.. just pointing it out.

Baby Nate’s so kewwwte! I found him sleeping in the seat, with his face and body covered but his little feet stuck out. I haven’t got a chance to really carry him.. as in, carry him for more than ten seconds. Most of the time he’s carried by other people. And on Sundays, it’s always a rush for me, once Sunday service ends. I have to hide in the AV room to select songs for the projector, run to the cupboard to get the CD player and CDs out, and practise the steps for the songs with the co-leaders.

In a nutshell, I’m just tired. But I’ll manage to pull through. =)

i admit this picture is badly taken. makes my salt lamp look so cheap. ahaha! actually it’s not expensive.. the first one i bought was RM12. the next time i passed the shop, there was a manila card, saying “1 SET RM10″.

argh.

i bought another one at RM10, and he gave me a free bulb. =p

it’s supposed to neutralize positive ions in the air by emitting negative ions. but some people say that’s not true. i personally did not feel or see any difference. all i know is i’ve been sneezing more and the light improves the ambience of the rooms. =D

it’s made of salt. i licked it and it was salty. hehe!

Jesus called us to be the salt and the light of the earth.

Or watch it here.

A short video of us singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Henry. We were in a Chinese restaurant, Wong Kok Car Chan Teng, so Raymond suggested that we should sing the Cantonese version of ‘Happy Birthday’.. it’s rather hilarious. =p

Blessed birthday, Henry. May you enjoy your 19th year in God’s guidance. *hugs* =)

A year ago on this day, I was in CF camp, Ulu Yam. Also the day I gathered a few other campers around her tent, and sang a gruesome ‘Happy Birthday’ to her unconscious body in the sleeping bag.

She didn’t appreciate it. More accurately, she was dumbfounded. But she was too sleepy and she went back to bed instantly.

The next morning, she appeared at my tent’s doorway and looked at me. “It’s not my birthday today.”

“It is!” I was thinking, Wah, why she so forgetful wan..

She shook her head slowly.

Suddenly, it hit me. Oh shucks. Her birthday’s on the 31st, not the 10th!

I tell you, I felt sooooooooooooooooo embarrassed and shy. (This emoticon is not even close to describing my embarrassment, kay)

I’m glad she didn’t disown me. Haha!

Happy Fake Birthday!