..that life’s so perfect that I don’t have to wish for anything more, anything less.

And those type of wishes barely come true.

Yes I do feel guilty for disappointing you with old stale posts. It’s not because I have nothing to say recently, in fact I do. I always have something to say anyway.

I’m getting used to kindy.. weeks past too fast, seriously. Heavier responsibilities are being passed to me, little by little. Kids are growing taller by the week. Haha.. Not that I noticed (since I see them five days a week they still look the same to me), but one of the teachers who fell sick and stayed at home for a week noticed the increment of height in the little ones.

From seven children in my class to nine, and soon I’ll have ten. Four boys, six girls. All of them bring sunshine to the class with their smiles la, seriously. They look so sweet when they smile, like, arggghhh!! But when they become little mischiefs, they make me wanna cekik them, like, arggghhh!!

Here I present to you, Cute Moment #2! Some of you might have heard it already. Haha..

While little Samantha was waiting for her transport home..
Me: Who’s picking you up today, Samantha?
Sa:  My papa.

Few minutes later..
Me: Your papa’s coming soon, okay?
Sa:  No, not my papa, my popo..
Me: Eh? I thought you said your papa’s gonna pick you up?
Sa:  No.. papa go traveling.
Me: Oh.. where did your papa go?
Sa:  Office.

Cute riigghhttt?!

Christmas is waaaay past, changed my layout! I like this one. It’s made up of rainbow hues (sorta) and it’s all so flowery and it’s ME!

Although my layout’s cheerful, I feel the opposite. Maybe it’s because I dread traveling, which I would be doing in few minutes’ time. I haven’t even got the time to think about CNY. Usually I decorate the house with artificial pink sakura flowers on dried branches and bake cookies, but this year, I haven’t the time and the mood.

I lost touch with writing.. sigh. And with photography as well. I’m starting to change. I don’t feel as confident as I used to be, and I’m becoming more and more sensitive which is rather irritating to people around me.

I need to stop running and sit and reflect.

Mum’s rushing us now.. Happy CNY, have a safe trip if you’re traveling! =)

I am back at the kindy as a Teaching Assistant! Not exactly Teacher, but someone who assists the Teacher. There are currently seven 3-year-olds in my class, two of them are boys. Today’s Day 3 of school.. been running after them quite a bit, and prying crying kids from their mothers in the morning.. but thank God so far nothing worse happened.. yet!

Cute moment #1:
After school hours, little Su Yin was still waiting for her grandfather to come and get her. After letting her do free drawing and Duplo blocks, I really didn’t know what else to let her do. So I led her to a counting poster on the wall and pointed at each item and asked, “What is this?” So, part of the conversation went like this:

Me: What is this?
SY: Colour pencils!
Me: No. Crayons. Say ‘crayons’.
SY: Caywons.
Me: Crayons.
SY: Paywons.
Me: Crayons.
SY: Yes I know!

No more camp worship practices.. no more decorating church.. no more preparing for camp devotions.. no more preparing handmade Christmas presents.. no more thronging the floors of One Utama to buy Christmas gifts..

Sigh. I actually miss the December busyness.

Finally have the time to upload videos! Hehe.. enjoy!

Nigel leading the children in a percussions performance at Christmas service.

Twisted in a game of Twister during Christmas at Tay’s residence.

Nigel on drums and a passer-by, known as Bro, who popped into our
church. He claims he has not been playing the bass for four years. This was filmed during one of our camp worship practices in November.

No time to breathe. No time to stay even 24 hours at home.

I came across this picture while googling for Christmas images. Taken by Jian Shuo Wang in 2004. So pretty and Christmassy and packed! I can imagine standing for hours just looking and touching and feeling every little trinket and ribbon and..

Sigh..

Next year’s coming in a month’s time. It’s freaky how time flies.  How much time I’ve wasted this year.

I changed my Xanga theme to match the Christmassy season.. I like this one best, but I think the black-and-whiteness is inappropriate. It’s not supposed to be bleak and monotonous and dead.

It’s supposed to be colourful, bright, vivid, happy!

And meanwhile, I’m still looking for another theme.

Doesn’t help that I accidentally deleted my header module and I can’t insert it back.

Sigh.

It was fun! Got to know new friends who were in the photoshoot too, and got to meet Peiling’s colleague, Nasa. =) Watch out for Friday’s R.AGE.  =D

Here are some of the pictures taken when I was there.. not sure if all could be published. Ling, if there are any pictures I shouldn’t put here because of privacy policy, let me know and I’ll remove them yea.. =p

Jon took a picture of me as I was being interviewed and photographed at the same time.

The date 27th November 2007 looked really familiar on my phone. As though there’s something very important to remember.

As I boarded the LRT to Taman Bahagia to meet Peiling, I remembered. It was the date I got baptised, two years ago. There were nine of us, all youth. Eight girls and one boy. A lot of people were there, including my mum and Amanda. She helped me to carry a bucketful of orchids, my gift for the others.

I remember my testimonial made some people tear. Stephanie came up to me and said, “You very bad wan la you.. made me cry.” I can’t remember exactly what I said, except for sharing Proverbs 3:5-6 and telling my secret I’ve been keeping for seven years from my mum. I didn’t plan to tell it out, but I blurted it to the crowd. Haha. Half expected her to create some drama, like, standing up and storming out of the church. But she didn’t. She just sat and listening quietly as I told my story about how I accepted Christ when I was fourteen, but I kept it a secret from her, afraid that she would disown me if she found out.

After that, I went up to her and said, “I hope you’re not angry.” She just said, “No lah.” and gave me a hug. Shucks, I really felt like I wanna cry ady cuz I seldom hug my mum, and even if I do, it’s always something emotional. Argh I’m getting all emotional typing this and listening to Ray Boltz’s ‘Thank You’ at the same time.

I remember telling myself when I was fourteen that I’d get baptised at the age of 21, because if my mum didn’t allow me to, I am of legal age to get baptised without parental consent ady ma. But God is good. I had the consent and mum even turned up to witness my baptism. =)

P/s: Just found out that Zoe from PJGH got baptised on the same day as me too! Heheheh!