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Saturday, February 26, 2005
This will be my last pre-ATEC post. The next time you hear from me, I will be a man in very different circumstances. A soldier having served honourably (almost every time I checked) and finishing his tour of duty. I will wipe the last spot of camouflage cream from my face and smile, finally, in a long time.

I thank God Lucas and Jovian are in this together with me. In actual fact it's my bro who pulled both 'Jo's down with him into this. Oh well. It's our final battle. It'll be tough, tiring but eventually triumphant, I hope.

This time next week. Just wait.

Thursday, February 17, 2005
Here's something Lucas put together. He was skeptical about its value.

Be forewarned. Some of the content inside might shock you.

blog sites of the young and Christian.


from Butzbe:

"one day, i think, we shall have songs about singapore.

like those about georgia or something.

it's not much to work with, but we can try."

I think we've got talent in equal parts to create and appreciate. But no-one's gonna weep when the national anthem comes on at 3am on TV, right? Like wei'en says, it's ALL about the relationships. When this Negro Southerner hears Ray Charles crooning about Georgia, he thinks of family, friends, forgotten playgrounds, loves lost and kept. He don't think 'bout no political upheavin' and fantastic politicians, ain't cha right?

But we can still try. Haha.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

You Are 28 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

I sure don't want to be 28 suddenly, though getting to know a few older gals would be verrrrrrrrry nice.

I hate it when the lunar new year fades away like the newmoon and it's back to the grind of reality and responsibility in the Army.

CNY this year was ok. Went back to all the same places we always go every year. I think for once we made a deliberate effort to be early to my maternal grandma's place, and managed not to be too early for my granduncle's dinner. Ha.

Made it back to Mrs. Nancy Tay's place again. My geography teacher in Chinese High was also matt's St. John's teacher-in-charge, so we dragged him along. We ended up making guotie there for our own lunch. It was nice to catch up with her and jiaqi and edmund (looking slimmer, brother!).

In fact it only just dawned on me that it would be at least 21 months before I return to these houses and see those faces again.

The thing that really hurts me most about leaving overseas for school is the leaving behind of this humble youth ministry in West Coast. I am convinced it is the only activity that is directly God-glorifying and eternally satisfying.

You're never ready
to walk through that door

Till you cross
its wooden frame
and close it

I haven't even counted my hongbao pickings yet