The Caffeine Junkie and Her Escapades
“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” Ecc 12:13Archive for January, 2007
Episode 187: wormy
after running away from the noise pollution coming from someone screaming “VINDICATEDDDDDDDDDDD” into a microphone (seriously, cretin-uni gobbles up all my parents moolah into hosting such silly events which 1. don’t increase our productivity, 2. decrease our life span by giving free packets of high sugar and transfats popcorn), i found my worm spot. the hallowed grounds of the smc, where i can read and understand what is going on. from now on, i will attempt to do some work and not squander away my school fees. saturday it shall be!
a deep sense of foreboding of the future has settled upon me. i received my cpf statement. i’ve got $3.67 in it. my future is bleak. the end is nigh.
but anyway, this warms the cockles of my heart. sigh.
Episode 186: goldilocks no more. one bowl, i say!
after boiling more than enough porridge and liquid food for one week, i’ve come to the firm decision, i shall not aspire to have 6 kids anymore. byebye two sets of triplets! no more Faith, Hope and Love. no more 1 John, 2 John and 3 John. no more zi li, xiao li and li li. no more zi ming, xiao ming and ming ming. i think i would go nuts if i’ve to boilonemorebloodybowlofporridge times six. so one kid! that shall be it! one bowl of porridge! yuk.
on a happy note, mummy is getting better! whee! just hopefully there are no complications to the ear. go away you vermin shingle virus. be gone i say!
in a total twist of irony, because I had to research on the eeevilweevils that is the golden spanking arches, I have this irrational need to eat fries. like. now. NOW. i am supposed to be condemning them for the capitalist paradigm of production, and the environmental degradation they caused. but no. the spectre haunting europe is not capitalism, it is the need to eat warm salty fries with garlic chili on one end and softserve icecream on the other. yum.
and honors class is FREAKY. i swear those people have brains oozing out of their ears and speak in polysyllabic words (isn’t it hilarious that monosyllabic is well, polysyllabic. teeheehee) and understand Baudrillard’s simulacram at the drop of the hat and I am there going “(cue: retarded look) huh? do you want a fries to go with that?”
fries. now.
Episode 185: pwarfies
after hearing the start of the bad news from 3rd-uncle at the beginning of last week, and the even worse news from mummy on friday night, today canonjohnbenson announced to the church his resignation, and that we’ll be getting a new vicar from 1may. sigh. i am so sad. i like him alot, not only cuz his preaching was superb, he also had an incisive mind and a wicked sense of humour; but more because he was a very pastoral person, displaying much kindness to daddy and mummy and me as well. it sucks to hear that his muscles would waste away and that his lively and active mind would have to be incapacitated by an increasingly immobile body. i remember i moved from youth to adults the moment he entered COR cuz i was just waiting for unclecanonwong to leave so that I could make the switch and also cuz i thought his sermons were really interesting. and it has been 7 years already.
however, it is better for canonbenson to retire then to see his health decline at such a dramatic pace, because we have to be fair to our leaders as well. *small sigh* and my heart went “plinkplankpiang” when he was reading his whole explanation out to the church, esp when he choked. but we know that all things work out for the good of those who love Him and canonbenson definitely loves God. so there. *small sigh* i guess we can only continue praying for canonbenson, as well as for the new guy coming in. he has got big shoes to fill. or more accurately, a big hole in our hearts to fill.
Episode 184: pui
why does God allow bad things to happen to good people? esp really really good people. like REALLY REALLY good people. arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. meow.
oh well. i guess it is a reminder for us to serve God while we still can, when we’re strong, able-bodied young men and women of God. arr. perturbed.
Episode 183: fishysheep, i is
hello, world!
today was the first day of school. and i am happily tired. and i was, cuz the classes were all fun (except for the really dreadful timetable of 10-6 nonstop classes on a MONDAY.) seriously, after brainrot of 8 months, having 4 lessons on the first day of school is not the wisest thing cuz your brain would have become that of a goldfish.
but, it felt strange to be in a huge lecture theatre. and I was a little angry that I felt this psycho social pressure to need to sit with someone. and to just bleat the same tune.
ah well. good night world, tomorrow will be a better day. 
Episode 182: Hi, my husband is no longer Lot
Q: so how was your sep?
A: it was good.
The preceeding q&A must had been repeated a gajillion times in the first 5 hours of the arts retreat, but i meant my reply every single time i said it. and it was wonderful seeing chummy friends again and forging new friendships as well.
arts retreat went way better than expected, and the expectations weren’t even low to begin with. We were off on a happy wet start. I was happy cuz I like rain, and while it was wet, the barbecue could still somehow go on. Every cloud has its silver lining, ours was aluminuim foil-ed.
after the presentation of the arts vision which was 100% EFFECTIVE, more chatting and people leaving, the remanants were mostly thursday people. both bad and good, i supposed. bad cuz didn’t get to know who else is in vcf, but good cuz well, after most folks left, we did silly things.
silly things like playing Sardines. Picture this: a bunch of people ranging from 21-24 years old, hiding in cupboards, behind darkened toilet doors, underneath beds and behind curtains.
rooming was also fun. very fun. had fam-ergirl, meisimeimei and neighbour in that little room. and our discussion (interspersed with alot of laughter) was ever so frutiful. teeheehee. teeheeheehee. so fruitful that we were probably the last to sleep (at about 4+ am) and hence all woke up late.
the prayer and praise in the morning was what really warmed the cockles of my heart in the whole arts retreat. it was this line from the first song, ‘Praise Adonai’ which caught my attention… “Who is like Him/ the Lion and the Lamb/ Seated on the throne”. the simplicity of the rhetoric got me out of this whole self-induced-argh-i-dont-want-to-be-here rut because really, nothing compares to God, who is seated on the throne. The one who deserves all glory and honour and adoration from his child, and not sulking and whining and pining. I should thank God for all the opportunities and experiences I had, and instead of being like Lot’s wife and fixating on things in the past, I should look forward, to even better learning lessons at home.
and i felt comfortable praying with the small group of them, because i know them well enough. and with comfy praying, came comfort as well. knowing that Him who is seated high on the throne, is also the one who will be there this whole semester and the years ahead as well.
so next time, this will be my reply.
Q: so how was your sep?
A: it was good.
A: but this sem will be even better, because you know what, my God is with me. and He is so big and so mighty, there’s nothing my God cannot do.
and every day will be a good one because every day we can say “This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”.
