Friday, December 30, 2005

how cool alcohol is ya?
it juz drown u..
unwind u and let ur whole damn self float
u feel like a balloon going higher and higher
into cloud nine
no troubles, no worries
really?

but well.. i can't forget u..
i lay there dazed
in my head, it's ur face
ah freak.. time's up, and i gotta go
back home, i puked and cursed
cursed about life, cursed about everything
cursed myself
after all the shits, i stagger to my bed
eyes closed and then i'm in dreamland
u're there too.. my goodness..
u held my hand, and u looked gently into my eyes..
ur beautiful lips moved and started to speak...

'Disgusting shit!!! U reeked of bloody alcohol and ur shirt has so much puke stains!! PISS OFF man!!!'

she turns red and swell like a real fat lady with a sinister face! aaaahhh!!!

looks like alcohol ain't so cool ya... hahahahaahahahaahaa..

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

oh well.. went to the new sajc site this morning man.. tt site was where the old SAS site stood..

haha.. reliving memories..

can't believe tt when i'm strolling ard the new site, i have a feeling of wanting to go back to the past.. give me a time portal man!! hahaha..

WHAT A BIG CHANGE!! no more quadrangle, no more big fields.. no more 'feeling', the feeling of being at home in SAS.. I still remember the times i marched with my fellow buddies, doing pushups on the bloody hot road, and assembling around the quadrangle for morning sharing.. this was the home for the old saints..

haha.. the most memorable times in that site was probably the Knight's Meeting of sjab. It's the day where all of us members, play all sorts of physical games throughout the whole night till next morning.. there's this one knight's meeting when one of my best buddies, teck ching, trip and fell and fractured his arm.. real happening man.. haha.. then when i was sec 2, i think... we were playing this game we ALWAYS play at night, called Dracula.. it's a kind of catching game.. and we hide all over the school.. i remembered i climbed together with a few other guys on the chapel into a small space where the air-con is.. exciting man.. but in the end, one of the guys is the Dracula!!! freak.. wasted man.. throughout the whole game, it's like wrestling.. cuz u need to really 'capture' the guy... then one guy kana knocked on the bench and suffered abit of a head injury.. haha.. u can see how violent ppl in the sas can get..

other unforgettable memories are the times when we celebrate promotions and bdays.. the bashing was really crazy.. i kana one of the worst!!! kana poured drinks and cakes on me, like shit like tt.. and so many ppl were chasing me as though i've stolen 10 million bucks.. wrestle me onto the ground, and pulled me across 2 bloody fields!!!! my back was like full of scratches.. then being threw into the pond... and then pushed into the toilet and be whacked.. those damn times.. hahaha.. i wonder how many fishes have been killed.. and the training camps we had there.. and the orientation camps me and some buddies held for the new sec1s.. we were called the AFGM.. stands for 'a few good men'.. hahaha.. kinda student council thingy.. and remembering how we strive so hard to win the first aid competitions and to groom our juniors to carry on the winning.. reap wad u have sown man.. haha.. tough times, happy times..

that's why we say.. the only thing constant in life is change..

Sunday, December 25, 2005

I'm so totally shagged now... and i'm gonna sleep..

well.. be4 i go, i shall write a brief entry on the happenings of christmas..

yest morning, played bball..
went home, showered and rushed to Light of Christ Church
received a santa hat from yiz..
met up with alan there..
and with a former sec 1 i knew as i was his camp instructor.. wahahaha
then went back home.. get my things and off i went to harbour front to meet my buddies..
bought chips and drinks..
i bought some cookies from the choco stall at hbf too..
and i joked with all the sales peeps there!?!?
went to sentosa and chill with weichong, enoch, jerome, danny..
waited for teckching and her gf there
played some forfeit games..
real joke...
i din suggest to drink beer this time, surprisingly, ENOCH wanna drink!?
so we bought a jug and played zongjimima.. gotta finish an amount at one go.. haha
weichong kana the most times
then we decide to find a new place to settle down..
i led the trek in search of the scary place in sentosa..
and we roam and roam, in the end we ended up in the shangrila hotel!!!
the toilet is sosososo nice!!!
sweet aroma.. everything is nice!! i dun mind staying in there.. hahaha
then we loiter by the pool side and settle there for a while to play bridge..
rain comes and we move to the lobby area
crap till eyelids become heavy..
board the bus back to mainland on seven something
went for my church's service at paya lebar methodist church
got gifts from my boss, cell leader..
then back home.. finally..

ok.. sleepin now.. have a blessed christmas mate..

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Rosy's Miracle by Nancy Jo Sullivan

(A little story for all of u guys on Christmas.. haha.. enjoy..)

Israel. The shiny black letters were set against the bright yellow background of the brochure. It was posted prominently on the bulletin board in Rosy's college cafeteria. With a backpack flung over her shoulder, Rosy scanned the posted ad as she drank coffee from the styrofoam cup. "Come travel with us... Come see the Holy Land," the flyer said. Memories from her childhood come to mind.

She remembered sitting with her family at church when she was ten years old, the pastor showing slides of Israel. Enchanted, she memorized each sacred place: the rough terrain of the Jordan River, the aqua blue of the Mediterranean Sea, the white stones that framed the tomb of Jesus.

"Please Lord.. let me see Israel someday," she had prayed.

The memory quickly fadedd as the bell for her next class rang. Jotting down the phone number on the brochure, she rushed off to a lecture.

Later that night in her dorm room as she was unable to concentrate on her studies, she held the phone number in her hand. She wanted to call but she knew an international trip was not in her budget. Finances were tight in her family. She was working her way through school, subsidizing financial aid with meager waitress salary.

She picked up the phone anyway. "It won't hurt to call," she told herself.

A youth pastor answered. He was happy to share the Israel itinerary.

"How much will the trip cost?" she asked.

"A thousand dollars," the pastor replied.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't afford it."

"I won't be needing payment until July 1. That will give you three months," he said kindly.

The pastor seemed to sense her disappointment. "Maybe God wants to work a miracle for you. Why don't you pray about it?" he said.

"A miracle," Rosy muttered as she hung up the phone.

She had never thought of asking God for something as big as a miracle.

Her daily prayers had always been generic: "Lord, bless my family.. protect my friends.. help me with this exam..."

How could she ask God for a thousand dollars? God needed to tend to those whose needs were greater than hers - the poor, the lonely, the starving of the world.

She crumpled the phone number and threw it in the wastebasket.

For hours she tried to distract herself with homework, but she kept hearing the pastor's words: Why don't you pray about it?

Soon she was on her knees, her head bowed, her hands folded: "Lord, I'm sorry for asking for so much. I know you are busy answering more urgent prayers," she began, "but I'd like to go to Israel."

As weeks passed, Rosy prayed every night that God would provide a way for her to finance the trip. Though her intercessions were heartfelt, she always apologized for her request.

"Lord, I know this is a lot to ask," she would pray.

The first day of July arrived. Rosy woke up early just as the sun was rising. She was staying at a girlfriend's house in a private room decorated with white linens and a silver wall cross.

Rosy lingered in bed for a while. " It's the last day to turn in the money," she told herself.

A Bible lay close to her bedside. She opened it and began reading a passage from the book of Ezekiel: "I am going to send you to the nation of Israel," the verse proclaimed.

Could the words be meant for her? Rosy closed her eyes. "Lord, give me faith to believe that You can still work a miracle."

Minutes later, her friend knocked on the door. "Let's go out to breakfast," she suggested.

As the two of them drove to a restaurant, her friend pulled into the driveway of a steepled church. "I'll be right back; I've got to drop something off," she told Rosy.

As Rosy waited in the car, she looked toward the garage of the church restory. Inside, she saw a tall man in a flannel shirt. He was fixing a bicycle. She recognised him. He had often ridden past her college, and they had waved to each other many times.

Leaving the car, she walked toward the garage and exchanged a small talk with the man, His name was Lenny, and he was a seminarian. He wanted to be a pastor and was living at the shurch for a year.

His commitment to God had compelled him to live a life of simplicity. He had pared down his possessions, giving his car to a homeless man. He dreamed of serving the poor in a third world country.

"God gives generously so we in turn can do the same," he told Rosy as he oiled the chain of his bike.

Rosy grew quiet.

His simple lifestyle seemed to contradict her fervent prayers for a thousand dollars. Was she wrong in asking God for so much?

"So what are your plans for the rest of the summer?" Lenny asked.

"I think... I'm.... going to Israel," Rosy said.

She told him how she had always hoped to see the Holy Land.

"There's a trip scheduled for August. I can't afford it but I've been praying for a miracle," she said.

Lenny gave the tire on his bike a test twirl. "How much do you need?" he asked.

"A thousand dollars," she said.

"You have been praying that God would answer a prayer of yours, and I've been praying that God would answer a prayer of mine."

He explained that he had recently inherited a large sum of money and that he'd been praying that God would show him what to do with it.

"But last week," he grinned, "I received an additional inheritance of a thousand dollars. Ever since, I've been asking God who it's for."

At first, Rosy didn't understand what he was saying.

"That person is you," Lenny said.

"Me?"

He nodded. "You!"

Minutes later, Lenny handed her a on thousand dollars check dated July 1.

"How should I repay you?" she asked.

Lenny wasn't at all concerned. "Pay it back to someone who needs it more than I do," he said.

So that August, Rosy went to Israel. She hiked along the rocks of the Jordan River, she swam in the cool aqua blue waters of the Mediterranian Sea, and she smelled the fragrant roses that framed the garden tomb of Jesus.

As she trod the homeland of God, she couldn't stop thinking about Lenny's generosity. By sharing an unconditional gift, Lenny had displayed the love of a gracious God who gives without measure or limits. It was a brand of giving that she would model for a lifetime.

Twenty years later, Rosy hasn't forgotten her commitment. Now a wife and mother, she spends her free time working with the poor, encouraging the lonely, and caring for the handicapped.

And whenever she hears of a financial need, she writes out a check, sending it off without a return address.

As she drops the anonymous gift in the mailbox, she remembers the words of Lenny, now a missionary to the poor of the third world. God gives generously so we can do the same.

Beautiful story, isn't it?

Friday, December 23, 2005

last night was quite fun..

had an early christmas celebration with a number of cells together at jac's place.. sounds like jack's place yea? haha.. our cell was organising it, cuz we are the eldest cell... hahaha

there're so much food man.. roast chicken, roast duck, mash potato, tom yam soup, fried nuggets and popcorn chicken (me, my fren and jac fried them), log cake, fried bee hoon, pineapple rice and pizza..

while the younger kids were playing games.. me and jerome were eating.. hahhaa.. cuz we were frying while the kids were eating.. so well.. i was eating continuously.. think i ate the most.. too much leftover le.. hahaha..

then the kids were playing passing the parcel game ya? so me and jerome use our special ability to concoct a drink for the forfeit.. hahahah.. the vomiting drink!!! of course, we tested it first be4 giving it to them lahx.. in case they cannot take it.. hahaha.. oh well... tt's quite a success in making them irked with disgust man.. hahaha..

well well... really thank God tt the party was a success!!!

oh well.. looks like i'll have to write 5 weird/ random thigs abt myself to play brandon's 'funny' game.. give u abit of face lahx huh.. hahaha.. but i'll not pass this game to other ppl.. oh well.. here goes..

1. I like to roam around Singapore by myself sometimes and then stone at one nice place such as a beach.. i'll bring my notebook with me and write some shits in it.. haha

2. I have frequent dreams abt myself smoking endlessly.. and i felt really happy smoking in my dreams... tt's super duper weird...

3. I think alot about life..

4. I hate wearing boxers and i hate making myself look decent and good..

5. i'm interested in the universe and the stars.. ya.. i love looking at the stars..

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

how alike are we??????
wahahahahahhaa...

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

oh man.. I have a bad sore throat, and my body is aching like shit.. it's all due to insufficient sleep, 1 big bottle of carlsberg, good fried hawker food and gym...

cheers ppl..

















ok.. well.. met up with some of my classmates on sunday to have dinner and play pool.. the food at the esplanade hawker center sure rock my socks man.. after that, we went to the rooftop terrace with all our alcoholic drinks.. sit in a circle and talk abt ouselves.. I must say that tt's a meaningul gathering when all of us share some parts of our lives and also about the meaning of life.. we were planning to talk abt each person going clockwise in a circle, but there's not enuf time!!! haha.. so we only managed to talk abt gilbert.. but still, it's still enriching.. cuz gilbert is a wise guy man.. yup.. basically shared with each other abt life..



yup... then went to pony's place to watch soccer.. Arsenal versus Chelsea.. what a disappointing match!!!!!!!!!!!! Score was 2-0, Chelsea won..... aaaahhhh... went to the new sajc campus the next morning.. not bad.. quite nice.. especially the gallery area.. then went gym and bust my butts off in it.. haha.. played pool in the evening with my friend at the newly opened pool center at my house downstairs.. not bad.. then ate prata at boon keng..

wow.. eventful days..

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Along the Path

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on an end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years, this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.. perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

"Why?" asked the water bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack on my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all these work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again, the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seedds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are. he would not have had this beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our unique flaws. But if we still allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find our strength.

Author: Unknown

Saturday, December 17, 2005

oh well... this week is 'Camp Week' for me..

went to camp at labrador adventure center and then in the school for Fitness Retreat..

really an eventful week..

i learnt bridge and is quite obsessed by it..
went to New Creation Church for service on thurs evening..
ate for the first time at sizzler.. (not very nice though..)
was jacking eric the whole time..
played bball
did gym
manage to scare a group while playing something like hide and seek at labrador... i was covered with poncho and creep ppl out with caimin.. hahahhaa..
took lotsa photos with frens and juniors, mr lim and ms lee
made garlic bread and stink our breaths...

oh well.. great week! gonna go for service now! byez ppl..

Thursday, December 15, 2005

i wanna live in those houses behind tt tree man.. the beautiful green and large grounds ideal for stargazing.. woohoo..

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

oh man.. i juz came back from camp..

haha.. the camp is actually quite fun.. as usual, there's the trek which will sort of drain our souls... haha..

Eric and i had walked the trek for the 3rd time!! and huihan the 4th time!! omg.. we, the old birds, still like to chiong ya? reliving the memories..

oh well.. took some photos with huihan last week when we recce on our own to find a short cut from the school to kent ridge.. and we accidentally bashed thru an out-of-bounds area!! tt's the National Parks' Nursery.. Luckily, we weren't in any hot shit, the person juz let us off.. haha..
let's see the pics, shall we?

starting from sajc..
oh man.. are we gonna miss this place?











the nursery we infiltrated...












finally at kent ridge.. huihan is really not happy abt all these.. he wanna conquer this damn trek... hahaha.. he's the tough guy..










these are all the obscene pics..









guess who's he talking to?? hahaha..

huihan is damn cool.. pen spinning sia..

oh well... tt's all folks..

Monday, December 12, 2005

the sun starts its descend beneath the ocean
the sky is everchanging, indicating the many colours of life
blue to orange, to pink, to violet..
darkness finally prevails
i like the darkness
it gives me a sense of tranquility and security
perhaps a false sense of it

i sat by the beach and embrace the wind
the smell of the sea invigorate my senses
the drawing of the black curtain before me
seems to tell me a story about life
the breeze is sometimes so cold
that it sting my face like formless tentacles

i came here to enjoy some silence
sickening it is to have some rascals around me
which spoil the melody of nature and still
but as the black curtain is drawn
the noise finally sibsides
i wonder the magical powers of the night
which can bring both peace and fear

i finally finished my book
and look up at the sky to see the twinkling lights
my mind wander as i lay on my back to immerse in the beauty of creations
starry eyed, i see increasingly more lights pop out of the dark
i juz keep sinking and sinking into the beauty of darkness

the varsity of the universe is beyond imagination
human wisdom is so shallow to understand the creations
great is Him for his creations
for His wisdom surpasses all
i'm so awed

how insignificant i am
how humble i am before the heavens
how true it is that i'm equivalent to dust

i'm so very weak
and my wisdom is so very shallow
but i know, there's someone i can depend on
through him, all things are possible
though i'm weak, but in Him i'm strong
my worries are no more, for there is peace in me

true love cast away all fear..

Sunday, December 11, 2005

oh my god.. i'm feeling very 'tortoise' rite now..

my new blog skin!!!!!!

i'm home alone today!!! as the rest of my family went malaysia for my cousin's wedding..

oh man.. i'm so bored.. hafta boil water myself and wadeva.. wad's got onto me man???? i feel like doing housework? wad the...........

ok man.. i shall do a proper housework today.. so as to bring order back to my room and my computer desk.. havent savage the damage that the 'hurricane' brought into my room since ermx.. 4 months ago? oh man.. that's really slow reconstructuring..

if i still dun act, i think it'll juz stay as a sort of thrash dump? ya.. wad am i waiting for? for the sky to drop? hahaha.. i'm totally crapified today!!

all right then.. no more NATO ya? (No Action, Talk Only).. good bye, as i start my 'Hurricane Alevels' clearing project..

omg.. i'm a damn lame shit..

Saturday, December 10, 2005

oh man.. hike today for 20 over km in the morning since 0800..

my bag was like so BIG.. seems like carrying a reaaallllyyy heavy-duty bomb.. carried so many bottles.. so damn heavy man..

i think the bag straps are like gonna stink big time..

walked for ard 7 hours plus.. u can imagine the pain on ur trapezius(shoulders) man.. ache like the sensation of squishing balls.. arrgghh..

and the sun.. woohoo.. my skin is so red as though i'm a cooked crab..

i feel like a terrorist surveying singapore during the whole hike.. hahaha..
gain good experience in this kinda hikes with heavy load.. cuz it's like i'm having island life real soon? haha..

despite the adverse effects of the hike..
i enjoyed it very much.. cuz of the company of frens, who created so many colourful conversations.. hahaha.. i sort of like the physical pain too.. sweat it out..

oh man.. my butt muscles hurt...

Friday, December 09, 2005

DUN DUN DUN LEMME SEE TT SHIT PIC AGAIN!!!!!

my heart is like being plunged thru by a sword, and then roughly pulled out again..

OUCH!

all right..
i'm gonna remain as it is now..
wad emptiness?
nahx... it's all in the head man
nothing can fill me as much as god himself
unveiling the mystery of life..
tt's wad i'm gonna do man..
and so i understand

pro-life.. ppl..

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

finally had a full rest after clubbing at indochine
ppl... i'm not drunk all right..
haha.. juz tt the amt of shits i'm drinking make me feel abit floaty

tt day is really fun!
embracing every fren i met
met alot of old frens too..
oh man... i'm so gonna miss all of u!

yup.. take care ppl.. all of u are part of my life
cherish u guys man..
cheers

Sunday, December 04, 2005

stay cool
wad's there to worry?
perfect love casts away all fear
so seek it
understand it
and u'll be cool

point of reference:
1John 4:18-19

Saturday, December 03, 2005

the day passed with the mark of dawn
shades of orange, green and purple colour the sky
then the black curtain is drawn across it
twinkling lights decorate it
as i stare at the innumerable stars
a constellation of u appears before me
i have so much to tell u
so much to share with u
unknowingly, i talk to the stars
oh man.. i think i'm abit moonstruck
i'm juz a plain old silly dreamer

Friday, December 02, 2005

will u let me carry ya?
let me share ur pain,
ur joy,
ur sorrow,
ur life?

Thursday, December 01, 2005

so bored...
i've been reading alot
and when i'm not doing anything
i'll be thinking
my mind wun rest
and i'm opening my eyes to see things beyond..
yawnz..

Abt me, the lost one

• no matter how bad things get


• believe there's something good to it..


• the mystery of life for us to unveil..
• 
  
• i always forgot
• 
  
• then remember again
• 
  
• times of illumination..
• 
  

who

• Ghim Kui (Jimmy)


• a Saint, a Soldier, a lost Sheep

remembered

• May 2008
• December 2007
• August 2007
• June 2007
• May 2007
• April 2007
• March 2007
• February 2007
• January 2007
• November 2006
• September 2006
• August 2006
• July 2006
• June 2006
• May 2006
• March 2006
• February 2006
• January 2006
• December 2005
• November 2005
• October 2005
• September 2005
• August 2005
• July 2005
• June 2005
• May 2005
• April 2005
• March 2005
• February 2005
• January 2005
• December 2004
• November 2004
• October 2004

notices

• much work in my unit
• balance my life
• revolve my life around love
• ord on 6 nov 2007
• sj camp 05
  
• fitness 2
  
• faber crap
  
• when wijaya's back
  
• steamboat
  
• sj gang
  
• bball gang
  
• fitness
  
• farewell
  
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