-Singapore's pledge.

 

I had to relearn this pledge last night because it's been so long since i've said this. I still remember a few parts about it because i had recited it when i was a kid, but it's good to re-learn again! I would have typed up Singapore's national anthem, but it's in malay and i have no idea how to spell it. Seriously, why don't they change the national anthem to english?! Sure, singapore might have been a malaysian country, and they don't want to lose their "roots". But when i'm singing it, i haven't the slightest idea what i'm saying, and i'm sure most indian and chinese people here would agree. *sigh* ah well...

 

Last night, I had a weird dream...

 

I was running. Like in the movie "The Fugitive", I was hunted down by Tommy Lee Jones and his team of FBI. Only i wasn't black and i wasn't a marine. I did stupid things like hiding behind a closet in a house, walking out of the back door in plain view or climbing a tree where i was almost sniped! For the whole dream, i was constantly on the run. Never stopping unless i was hiding. And one funny thing happened. When i walked out of the front door of a building i was hiding in, an old man screamed and yelled at me as he ran at me with car keys in his hand. Instinctively, i hurled my bag that i was carrying (where did the bag come from? 0_o) at his face, which stunned him. After that, he looked at me and then walked away. That's when i woke up and i was like "Ok......"

 

i wonder if it means something... or maybe it was the delicious tofu i ate for dinner...

 

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I paced up and down the castle halls. Ching and Hwa where in the throne room upstairs talking with the Naifu (governor) of the domain that we were in. Since I was not an official or an emissary, I was not allowed near the Naifu's presence unless summoned, which I wasn't. So I continued to pace around the castle and glanced at the Japanese garden. It was strange. The garden was so much like the Chinese, but so different at the same time. Several words were written on the walls of the castle. Some of which I could recognise as Chinese words, but others were Jargon to me.

Suddenly, an urge to relieve myself swept through my body. I clenched my teeth and looked around. Ching and Hwa would most likely take a long time discussing with the Naifu, so my absence might go unnoticed. In quick strides, I began walking down the hallways, only to be hit with the realisation that I had no idea where the toilet is!

Panic nearly overcame my body as I ran down hallways and glanced over rooms that might have been the room that I was desperately seeking.

A door opened behind me and I quickly spun around. An old man walked out of the room and looked at me with a friendly smile. "Konnichi wa." He said and bowed.

Since I didn't speak a word of Japanese, I had no idea what he said, but I guess he was saying 'Hello'.

"Anata wa chaini-zu desu ka?" The old man asked.

Now he was conversing with me in Japanese. "I'm sorry, but I do not understand what you are saying." I said as sincerely as I could.

The man laughed. "I asked if you were Chinese."

I stared at the man with my mouth hanging open. "You speak Chinese!"

"Of course I do! How do you think I am talking to you?" The old man grinned. "By the way, I noticed that you were looking for something. Can I help you?"

Suddenly, the urge came back. "Yes!" I said a bit too loudly. "Can you tell me where the toilet is?"

The old man laughed. "Down that hall and turn left." He informed me.

"Thank you, kind sir." I said and saluted him before sprinting towards the toilet, my sword banging against my leg. Maybe this trip isn't so bad after all...

 

 

 

Today is the day.... if i didn't have to come here for NS, i'll be in Swinburne Uni right now... *sigh* i feel so left out... even though i try to cheer myself up by saying "don't worry, Amoz. look on the bright side: you'll be twenty years old and hanging out with cute eighteen-year-old girls as your classmates." I dunno to what extent would that help, but it's better than feeling depressed!

 

Well, i apologise for Cross Logic if you aren't interested in stories from me, but nothing much has been happening here in Singapore and my brain is melting due to lack of interesting things. I should go out more often... =_="

 

Anyways, let's blog!

 

When i was on the bus, i happened to notice a weird ad on the road. It was a toothbrush, only there are rubber bumps on the other side of the toothbrush, which the ad says is for "cleaning the tongue". I was like 0_o... what the... Seriously, things are getting weirder and weirder everyday in life. I really don't see anyone buying one; that is, of course, unless you just made out and pashed a cute girl you just met in the nightclub, only to find out that she's a transvestite........ Ok, i've been thinking too much...

 

One thing that annoys me is people who eat with their mouths opened. Not only are you greeted with an awful sight of the train wreck in his/her mouth, you are also entertained by the slurping and crunching noises that comes from their mouths, not to mention the saliva that shoots out at my face every time they talk... *shudders* Honestly, why don't you close your mouth when you eat? Or at least cover your mouth when you talk to me with a full mouth?!

 

hmm... i've been thinking (oh no! ruuuuunn!!!), that since i'll be here for two years... i'll miss out on birthday and christmas presents for two years.. So mom and dad, how about buying me a car when i come back to make up for lost times, you know? Or at least chip in and pay for half :P hehehehe...

 

Oh, something to report: When i was walking down Orchard Road (Singapore's famous downtown, in case you didn't know), I was stopped by a girl who was doing a survey. She was kinda cute in her own way, but anyways, she ask whether i can answer a few questions, to which i agreed.

 

Cute Girl: How old are you?

Me: 18

Cute Girl: *jots down on paper* And are you Single, Married, Attached or Divorced?

Me: *chuckles* Single

Cute Girl: *stares* Are you serious?!

Me: huh?

Cute Girl: You're 18 and you're single?!

Me: .....

 

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Cross Logic 04

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I shook my head to dispel the worries and troubles of my mind, hoping that I would never have to address them again. I went below the deck into the main cabin, where thirteen-year-old Ching and his aide, known only as Hwa, greeted me with looks of displeasure.

"I ask for a bodyguard and all I get is this child." Ching mumbled in annoyance.

For the past few hours, I had been subjected to his childish complaints which did a good job of frustrating me, and although I am five years Ching's senior, he still had the nerve to call me a child. Ching's plump and rosy face did not help stifle my urge to draw my sword and teach him a lesson. But instead, I silently clenched my fist and walked to the window in our cabin, the outline of the Eastern Country was visible now.

"I apologise for this mistake." Hwa said in a soft voice, his body hunched over like the old man that he was. "But your father did his best, Young Master."

"Well, it's not good enough." Ching grumbled and folded his hands on his chest. "Hey, Guard!"

I turned and looked at Ching, who had refused to address me by my name, but it was to be expected.

"Do you how to speak the language of the Eastern Country?"

Slowly, I shook my head, which Ching saw it fit to scowl at me. "I guess I should have known." Ching said with a laugh. "A fool like you would hardly have the motivation to learn another language."

I turned away from Ching and said nothing, ordering my hand which had instinctively gripped my sword to relax.

If a commoner where to say those words to me, he would be regretting saying them right now. But no. I am this boy's guard. Though spoilt and childish, it was my duty to make sure that he does not fall to harm, even to my sword!

The ship docked on the harbour of the Eastern Country and the call came for Ching to disembark.

"Luckily for me, Hwa can speak the Easterners' language." Ching said as he got up and stretched. He picked up his sword, which was decorated with gold and precious stones, and tied it to his belt. Hwa proceeded to collect Ching's luggage and handed them to me to carry as Ching walked out of the cabin.

I am now in a place I have only dreamed of going, but am now about to step on its soil. The Eastern Country, also known as the Land of the Rising Sun: Japan.

 

Snow landed softly on my face as the ship I was on lurched back and forth on the waves. The cold winter air swept through my body and sent a chill up my spine as I breathed in the salty air of the ocean.

I should not be here. Even the excitement of visiting a new land did not do much to quench my discomfort of my so-called "mission".

"Protect General Kang's son." Father had ordered as he handed me official documents bearing the seal of the Emperor.

I remembered going weak in the knees. General Kang, who was the Second-in-Command, had only one son, Ching Ling, who just became thirteen last week. Aside from the fact that he was a general's son, Ching was the most spoilt brat I have ever known in the whole of China.

"Father!" I had shouted in shock. "I have served under the Emperor for two years now as his elite guard, and now you are telling me to babysit Ching?!"

My father waved me off. "He's going to the eastern country and General Kang enquired protection for his son."

"Can't General Kang order some of his troops to accompany Ching then?"

Now my father looked at me with an angry frown. "You know very well about the rumours of troop movement in Mongolia, Hong Qing En..."

Immediately, my frustration and angry disappeared. I was wary of the fact that my father called me by my full name, which usually meant that he was disappointed with me. "I... Forgive me, father.." I said and bowed slightly.

My father nodded and turned to look at our vast garden behind our house. My younger sister was busy picking flowers near the pond that was home to a few exotic fishes, compliments from the Emperor himself.

"Plus... I heard that several rebellions are in the eastern country, so an entourage of chinese troops would be frowned upon by the rulers over there."

I nodded and turned away. What could I do? It was even an order by the Emperor. Although I was excited to visit strange and foreign places, the whole thought of having to accompany Ching everywhere he goes annoyed me greatly.

But would this be my life? As an elite guard, the highest rank of guardians in China, protectors of the Emperor himself, would my life be subjected to orders and wishes of someone other than myself?

Why did I do it? I don't know... Maybe it was my will to live. Maybe it was my determination to finish of my opponent. Or maybe it was because mother was cooking my favourite food for dinner tonight. Whatever the reason, I twisted my body in mid-air and focused on relaxing my legs. Fighting the strong urge to tense the muscles in my body as I fell, I got my feet under me and landed gently on the grass. Absorbing most of the shock in my knees, as I had trained for many years to do, I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt, but at least it was not as painful as the breaking of my legs if I did tense my muscles. Was I injured? I surveyed myself. Besides the bleeding in my right thigh and both of my knees crying out in pain, I was unharmed by the blow my opponent gave me. But how? I remembered his sword coming down and striking me on my left side, which threw me off balance and caused me to fall down the tree. My enemy appeared in front of me and I gripped my sword tightly again, which never left my hand as I fell. In accordance to the code of my clan, to lose one's sword during a fight would be the equivalent of losing one's mind in life. As I pushed the question of why I was not injured aside and focused on my opponent, I was surprised when he held up his sheath, which I had dropped when he struck me on the treetop.

"This saved your life, Qing..." My opponent said in a deep voice, then he sheathed his sword and smiled at me. "You certainly have grown."

Suddenly, it came back to me. When my enemy struck, I instinctively brought his sheath up to parry his attack, deflecting it by hitting the flat side of his blade. As the scene replayed in my mind, I remembered dropping the sheath and pulling my sword out of the tree trunk as I fell.

I smiled back and looked at my opponent. He wore a gold and red robe that would differentiate him amongst the other soldiers as an elite officer of the royal family. His long hair tied back into a bun, as opposed to my ponytail, gave him an air of authority. Not that it was needed when his masculine figure under his clothes and the soul-piercing eyes gave him the name that was enough to bring even the bravest of buddist monks cowering back to their temples in terror when they heard it: Hong Ying, or Red Falcon.

I sheathed my sword and saluted the Red Falcon. The salute involves clenching my right fist and putting it against the palm of my left hand with the fingers over my right fist, commonly known as the chinese way of saluting.

"I am honoured by our fight," I said as I took a deep breath. "Father..."

I took a deep breath and clutched my sword tightly. Where was he? Where did he go? My opponent knew that ways of the shadows and silence. He stalks me like a tiger stalks its prey. I could feel his ever-present gaze on me. Behind me! I quickly turned and swung my sword instinctively, but the only thing I cut was air. I was getting nervous, although I knew that that was what my opponent wanted. I willed myself to calm down and relaxed my grip of my sword, the white of my knuckles already showing. Again, I took another deep breath. A strong wind blew and tossed my hair around, the only part of my body that I had no control over. A movement in the trees! But no, every tree was moving, creaking and groaning as the wind continued to fly over their branches. I was frustrated. Everywhere I looked, I saw the shape of my enemy, only to be presented with the opposite of my illusion. The snapping of a twig! Instantly, I flew up into the inviting arms of the tree and hid. The enemy was near, I could feel it. I could hear his breathing, his footsteps, his heartbeat! The tree I stood on shifted ever so slightly. Here he comes! Instinctively, I lept into the air, the sword of my enemy missing my feet by milimetres as it sliced through the branch I was standing on. With my free hand, I gripped another branch and looked down into the face of my enemy. Without warning, he disappeared from my sight. The sudden change in wind told me his target: me! In a quick motion, I brought my legs up to the branch I was hanging on and let go, pushing with my legs on the branch above me to give me an extra boost of speed as I hurtled down towards my enemy. The sound of our swords clashing echoed throughout the forest like a thunderclap. Birds that stayed behind to watch the show of two humans fighting suddenly took flight, surprised by the noise. Did I hit my opponent? Strange that the first thing that came to mind was about the demise of my enemy rather than my well-being. I looked at my sword and despaired. Over the blade of my sword was the sheath of my opponent's sword, which he had inserted while our swords clashed. A cheap trick that would have rendered my strikes at him non-fatal. I quickly yanked out his sheath that he so accurately inserted into my sword while I flew towards him in the air. How dare he mock me with this dishonourable tactic?! I looked up at the trees and realised that my enemy had disappeared into the shadows again. Although I couldn't see him, I knew that he was laughing at my feeble attacks with a sheathed sword. Pain suddenly shot through my right thigh. I clenched my teeth and ignored the blood that stained my blue robe as I jumped onto the nearest branch. Launching myself upwards with all my might, I flew towards the tree that sparkled at the top in the sunlight. There, I saw my enemy and he saw me. The blade of his sword, unsheathed, was the object that reflected the sunlight into my eyes, allowing me to easily determine his location. I gripped my sword tightly and swung. My enemy disappeared again and my blade swept into the tree trunk that he had stood in front of. I tugged at my sword, but it had embedded itself into the trunk. A noise behind me! I turned around and gasped when I saw my enemy right behind me with a raised sword. I tried to dodge his strike, but he was too fast! He struck and I was suddenly falling down the treetop towards the ground below...

Have I.... lost?

Woot! Woot! I finally received a reply concerning my university deferment as followed:

 

 

Psalms 139: 14-18

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand."

 

Thank you, Lord. For instead of Monash or Melbourne university, You saw it fit to allow me into Swimburne. Who am I but an unworthy, sinful person in your sight? That You should die for me in my place and plan good things for me? Surely I have sinned and fallen short of your glory, O God, Holy One of Israel! For what purpose is it that I should go to Swimburne? Have You stated before You even created the world that I shall further Your kingdom where You lead me? You, who have guided my slow, fearful steps, have known the days that are laid before me. I praise You, O Lord, with all my might! But even if the ocean was ink, the blades of grass pens, and the sky paper, i would still not be able to describe how great You are!

 

I am peaceful in Your Spirit. For I know that I am most safe in Your arms and will. You have promised me not only blessings and rewards, but also hardships, trouble and pain. For You have revealed to me that You shall "refine me like silver is refine and tested as gold is tested". Therefore, when the mountains fall on me, when the earth trembles under me, when the people around me gnash their teeth, curse and persecute me because of You, I will delight in You. For greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world.

 

How great are Your ways? That what You think should come to past and what You purpose shall stand? What the evil one has purposed for evil, You have turned to good? How unworthy I am to be considered Your child, a prince of the King of kings and Lord of lords?

 

O Lord, I stand in awe of You. I stand in awe as I see You sitting on the throne of Heaven with the earth as your footstool. I worship You, O Lord, in reverent fear, not men or demons. The creatures You created can only harm the body, but I bow down in holy fear of the One who can harm both body and soul!

 

Those who have ears, let him hear! The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few! How Jesus has wanted to gather them, like a mother hen would gather her chicks under her wings, yet they are not willing! Therefore, repent! For the hour of the Lord, the Lamb of Israel, is near!

Thanks everyone for helping me with the "girlfriend" situation. Your comments and advice helped, and i will keep those in mind while i continue to pray about it...

 

Going along with the consistent problems in my life, i am faced with yet another issue that i'm finding it hard to decide.

 

When i talked with mom about going into swimburne uni in hawthorn, i realised that it's on the other side of Melbourne and that a drive there and back to geelong would take about an hour. So i suggested we rent a place around swimburne uni so i can live there and make it easier for me to travel to and from uni. But the problem is money, as usual. *rolls eyes* It'll be quite expensive to rent a place, much less at a sharehouse of some sort... but the plan was that i live there on weekdays and then drive back to Geelong on weekends. That was the proposition. Mom said that she'll pray about it, as will i also. I don't wanna make a mistake and do things that God doesn't want me to do. Why not Deakin uni then? Since it's in Geelong, it should be easier, wouldn't it? But i checked the price and it turns out that Engineering at Swimburne is about $15k whereas Engineering at Deakin is around $21k. So which one loses more money? No to mention the expensive petrol cost that comes from driving back and forth from Swimburne to Geelong if i don't rent a place....

 

However, as i think about these money problems... something my cousin told me popped into mind. He told me that if i volunteered to be a fighter pilot instead of infantry officer, the government would fund a majority of my university education.... tempting, isn't it?

 

but there's a catch, of course. After i graduate, i have to come back to singapore for an extra 2-3 years of military service, thus i cannot be a "free man" until i'm 26-27 years old.... what should i do? I don't want to place the burden of an expensive education on my family, but i also don't want to waste my life away flying fighter bombers... i mean, the fighter's cockpit is small and you can't pick up more than one chick per ride!

ok, jokes aside, i cannot see my future girlfriend going out with me for 3 years (scenario of when i'm 21-24 years old) and then having to wait for me another 2-3 years unless she comes to singapore to stay, which is unreasonable because she wouldn't see me anyways unless she looks up in the sky every once in a while. Not to mention that singaporean pilots get transfered to America for more training.... =_="

 

Argh!!! Am i destined to be single?! Marry when i'm 40 years old?! Hardly see my future girlfriend?! *cries* Please Lord... help me...

 

[=NovaSword EditZ0r=]: I have been sent a letter by the government which tells me that i've been rated as PES A after looking at my results from my physical checkup. PES A means that i am fit for all military vocation training.

Title: Remember this old sunday school song? I dunno why, but it's been in my head for a while and i sometimes catch myself singing it when i'm walking around singapore.

 

 

Putting this aside, how are you all doing? Again, i would like to say how happy i am when i see comments with my blog entries. That way, i know that i'm not just ranting to myself like a crazy madman.

 

Well, so far, no news about the exact date of my army enlistment. To be honest, i'm feeling a bit nervous because everyone asks me "When you go in?", to which i shrug and say "Dunno..."

It's not that i'm worried about not getting in, because i know that i eventually must. I just wish i could know when, that's all. But it's still February and when i look at the calender, i realise that i still have plenty of time.

 

I'm currently church hunting. Still haven't found a good church that i like (or should i say, a church that God is prompting me to go to). I plan to visit a church in Bukit Panjang, which was where my old house is. After which i plan to visit and see if i can track down a few childhood friends.

 

*sigh* Round 3 for uni selections has come out. I haven't been given anything so it looks like Swimburne in Hawthorn for me. Unless they refuse the 2 year deferment, i'm thinking of switching to Deakin Uni in Geelong if they can defer for 2 years.

 

Oh yeah, on Saturday, i met up with Jonathan Lim here. Apparently his family stopped by singapore for a few days and we met up to catch up on lost times. It felt weird when Jon told me how everyone from school were doing. He also got into Swimburne so i might meet up with him there also. It was great finding out about what's happening and how some girls had been asking about me. (hehehehe)

 

Something to report: After asking a lot of singaporeans that i know, i have confirmed to myself that i do have an accent. What kind? I have no idea. It seems to be a mix of Singaporean-American-Japanese-Australian (japanese because i've been watching too much anime). I guess that's why some people ask me to repeat myself whenever i say something to them.

 

To answer Sam Hu's question about how fast i jog, i timed myself (keep in mind human error) and came to the conclusion that i can run at 7.5 km/hr. About a normal person's jogging speed.

This reminds me, when i timed myself, it was February 14.... Valentine's Day.... So as i jogged through the park, there were literally couples everywhere i turn! Old and young alike! I reckon i was the only single person there (besides a few old men who sat on a bench next to the canal). Oh, the awkwardness i felt when i ran past a couple snuggling on a park bench. Who the heck invented Valentine's Day anyway?! You just had to rub it in and remind me that it's gonna be a lonely two years for me!

However... i've been thinking these past few days... what's the rush? When i finish my NS, i'll be 20 and still single, but why the sudden urge to have a girlfriend? Shouldn't i enjoy my bachelorhood more? Enjoy being single for one more year? I dunno, i read a joke that said "My wife and i had the happiest days of our lives for twenty years, and then we met."

I remember how i went through a stage where i was desperate to have a girlfriend. I've confided in my best friends about how i felt about it (thanks!). But i guess i'm over it now since i'm talking about this and i'm surprised that i'm actually writing this here for everyone to read. However, as i came here, i told myself not to find a girlfriend because i know i do not have enough maturity to maintain a long-distance relationship when i come back to australia. Keeping this in mind, i noted that i've become more flirtatious with girls here. What on earth is going on with me?!

Well... i guess the question i wanted to ask (in case you guys lost me) is: Should i not have a girlfriend until i'm 21? What do you guys (and girls) think?

I finally did it! I can't believe it... I hardly know the girl who gave it to me... After all the waiting in my life... I never knew it would feel like that. I mean, I heard stories about it, i've seen it on tv, but i wanted to know what it felt like. To me, I can finally have the courage to call myself a "man". I guess i'm no longer inexperience when i say that: I got paid.

 

 

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(sorry for copying a bit from you, Uncle Wesley, hehehe)

 

 

Yup, i got my first paycheck (for those of you who thought otherwise)

 

 

How are you guys? Missing you guys more each day.

 

For those of you who don't know, Singapore suffers from Light Pollution. Since Singapore leaves its lights on all night, the city shines like a beacon in the night. So when i look out in the sky at night, i can only see about five stars in the sky. Very sad... I feel so lonely when i look up and see the redish-purple light at night. I miss seeing the constellation Orion. I always love to tell the northern direction by looking at where his "sword and belt" is pointing.

 

Well, i reckon the highest ranking soldier i know is Vanessa's Dad, my uncle. He's rank is Captain, which i heard is one step above Full Lieutenant (which is what i'm striving to be) and he trains officers. When I become an officer, i'm given the rank of First Lieutenant. Then when i finish my NS, or reach my ORD (Operational Ready Date), I would be promoted to Full Lieutenant. (This knowledge came from Captain Tan aka Vanessa's Dad)

 

My "training" is going well, I can push myself to run 2km without stopping now, which is good seeing that NS basic training is 2.5km, but i still got a way to go. Officer training is 10km straight, btw *gulp*

 

Oh yeah! Another thing to report: My workplace has asked that I stay on till 10th of March instead of 23rd of February. Yay! More money for me! hehehe! And I still haven't received a letter saying when i should report for the army... slow people...

 

Take care and know that I'm praying for you all!

Here's something cool God had done for me today:

 

When I woke up for church today, ate breakfast, showered, brush my teeth, i looked at the time and i realised that i was running late! In a hurry, i got to the bus stop and realised that i must have missed my first bus because there weren't many people waiting at the bus stop. "Ok," I said to myself. "So this would make me reach church a bit later, but i still had some time to spare." As i waited and waited and waited, my first bus finally came. After a few minutes, i got off at the other stop that i had to drop off to take the other bus. However, since the bus stop was right next to the library, i decided to return a book that i had borrowed and finished reading. What's the harm? As i dropped the book off and walked back to the bus stop, i realised a bus was there already. As i peered closer at the number on the back of the bus, i realised that it was my bus! "Ah crap..." i said to myself and argued whether to run full speed to the bus when all of a sudden, my bus sped off! "Well, Amoz. You're gonna be later than usual now." Looking around, i decided to buy a can of iced coffee. I needed to have my daily caffine shot, you know? Taking occassional sips, i looked down the road, keeping an eye out for my bus. It must have been only 3 minutes until my bus came again, and i still had my coffee! (Food and Drinks aren't allowed on buses here in singapore) So i gulped down my coffee as fast as i could and chucked the can in the bin. During this whole time, i wondered why the driver didn't open the door for me. Did i do something wrong? Is he not letting me on because of the coffee i poured down my throat? The driver suddenly got up and pressed the emergency button of the door, causing it to open. I suddenly realised that something was wrong with the bus, and the driver knew it too. He could not open the door from the driver's seat, and we soon found out that the bell to stop the bus doesn't respond as well! So what to do but for him to declare the bus "Out of Service", so he asked me where i wanted to stop and he drove me there without stopping for anyone else! Talk about a private driver just for you! So, i was only a few minutes late for church, and would like to thank God for the wonderful service He provided for me! :D

Yay! Today is my day off! Which means i can sleep in for 10 hours without any stupid alarm clock disturbing me. (Argh!)

 

*sigh* no round 2 offers... looks like it's Swimburne for me. However, i haven't even received a reply concerning whether i can defer for 2 years due to NS or not... I'm not too fussed though, strangely, i find that i'm easily content. Is it because of my lifestyle? The things that God has put me through, has it shaped my personality? If that's so, does that mean that He has purposefully made me to be a SNAG? (Sensitive New-Age Guy) Dunno whether that's a good thing or not, just heard the term from friends.

 

One thing about singapore that intrigues me is that couples don't wear their wedding rings.... i wonder why. are their fingers too fat? is it embarrassing? is it too expensive to wear in public? maybe i should ask them one day.

 

When i take the bus to work, i noticed that the bus driver bares a strikingly similar face as Uncle Ben! The same bald head, glasses, friendly smile. The only thing out of place is that he is missing a few front teeth... =_=

Just thought i'd let you guys in melbourne know, haha!

 

Another thing i noticed is that most hawker centre stalls here in singapore only provide chopsticks and spoon, which somehow provided me of a scene in my mind of Eugene running around the hawker centre asking for a fork. (learn to use chopsticks man, or you'll get owned here)

 

Before i sign off, i has come to my attention that i would be required to work 2 more extra weeks. I dunno whether to be happy or sad. But i guess right now, i'm content! (hehehe)