spirital musings, mundane rantings and far more baloney
Monday, February 25, 2008
AND I UNDERSTOOD
The sobering fact still sunk in: I had lost my camera for good.
And I admit I was feeling a little depressed today and it did feel silly. But as my mind kept rehearsing the scenes where I carelessly left my baby behind and the thought of some jackasses actually picking up something that didn't belong to them, I thought I actually learnt something. Just like Jonah, I knew God was shaking my boat because I was trying to take something that didn't belong to me. I wanted it so bad I compromised on my character. And God is possibly showing me how He felt when I esteemed my pride and own self gratification beyond the green light.
Even though I've reasoned with God over Malachi 3:11, I have a strange feeling that my camera isn't going to appear. But just as a father who loves his child, I know that God is going to provide, probably in a way that exceeds my expectations. I'm not certain to how or when, but my heart tells me that in due season, He's going to perform a little magic to amaze me.
Still, I thank God that He has blessed my earthly father with a camera. And just like a son who inherits his father's possession, I've managed to borrow my dad's Sony Cybershot for my trip this wednesday to Thailand. At least God has gotten my camwhore-ism covered.
And here is Darren, myself, Ping & Shuteck hanging by the bay.
Gee, my adam apple is protruding. It wants to be set free. Hoho.
And here's a collection of Ping's various hairstyle throughout these two years. And he insisted that I put mine too. So here's it. Hah.
I just spent the entire afternoon fixing a silly software error on my computer. And thankfully, I managed to rectify my sound driver without reformatting my computer with the help of some genius who assisted on the forum. I swear I was that close! Well done Kelvin!
An article on Channelnewsasia.com, which I find terribly dubious. The fact of the matter is that no one can ever smoke a cigarette rightly/properly/correctly on his first attempt, much less getting addicted. Smoking is like learning to write. It typically starts with a series of bad coughs and wrong breathing patterns before a smoker finally masters the technique and inhales the smoke right into his lung.
Oops! I sound so much like a guru! I wonder why! :P
So here are some negative effects that the grotesque looking cigarette box do not tell you. And I shall (based on ermm.. some friends' past experience) educate you right now!
Smoking tires you and impairs your concentration
Smoking is a defective anti-depressant (doesn't work YO?)
Smoking costs you at least 50 dollars a month (a pack a week?)
Smoking makes your health conscious girlfriend don't wanna kiss you!
And guys, the last point is bad enough (worst than having your dusty lungs taken out of you) and that should really serve as a motivation to quit smoking. Of course and unless kissing means nothing to you. You could kiss the wall anyway right, YO? :D
But I do have friends who tell me that after a great and ferocious battle with tobacco, they have finally quited quitting. And they're convinced that the day they'll quit smoking is the day that they'll quit eating. I honestly don't quite see the link. But I kind of understood the principle anyway. Ha.
And if you're into some serious classical music married with a nutty sense of humour, check out the next video, featuring Igudesman and Joo cus you're going to love them! And one day, I'm going to fly to Italy or Finnland to watch them strut their stuff!
Classical musicians? You bet!
And the photos taken during Chinese New Year with Chad's DSLR D40!
After much anticipation, the Assuring Teddy CDs were launched yesterday and finally making a mark on stores!
And I just want to say a BIG thank you to Ping for his relentless support, logistics, video making, product designing, marketing, advertising and everything else that had made this possible! Kudos brother!
I just made my Mum watch The Prestige with me, together with Dad who fell asleep on the couch somewhere in the middle. In fact, he got up a few times just to lower the volume and to tune it up again (upon my request heh) during the high and dry parts of the show.
In spite of watching this on the big screen some 2 years back, I'm not ashamed to confess that this masterpiece still continues to intrigue me with its crafty twists and conspiracies. I love it so much I'm absolutely ready to watch it again with anyone who is interested!hints hints.
So, if you have yet to catch The Prestige, be utterly sorrowful and repent of your oblivion! Okay, I know I'm such a sucker for magic.
And pardon my lack of exquisiteness, but I'm seriously enjoying the Blackout album by Britney Spears. Yes, the girl that went is still going bonkers.
I never see myself liking anything like that but her tracks are mixed by very good arrangers. So I'm listening more to the layering than Spear's voice, which by itself is totally dispensable. Having said that, I'm sure my grandma (even without her denture) could do a close to exact replica.
Right, I'm kidding. My grandma can't really sing. But my spirit leads me to believe that she must have had some hidden singing genes somewhere. Otherwise I wouldn't be singing with my colleague dancing in exasperation and having our faces appearing on the front.
And that's myself some million years back before the big bang.
twenty-something. a child of God. aspiring singer songwriter. singaporean. extrovert. black eyes. daydreamer. right handed. guitarist. loves writing.
perpetually retarded. love comedies and ogling at pretty girls. perfectly heterosexual.
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