i’ve the attention span of a fish. i began to cut my fingernails. paused for a while to drink water. and three hours later realised 6 nails (not even in order!) are left uncut. or paint all of my toenails save one. dood.

a tall wise person once said (very late into the night, or, very early in the morning) “sometimes things just click in your brain and you don’t know why”

neither do i. although with all the fibres of my being, i really wish i did.

clickety click went dorothy’s heels. we’re no longer in Kansas anymore, toto!

Don’t you think that the word “inexplicable” is such a delicate and pretty word? it rolls off the tongue quite nicely.

inexplicable: incapable of being explained, interpreted, or accounted for

I’m glad I went for FOC and stayed over in the end. I enjoyed the not-sleeping-at-all bit thoroughly. It was the last camp where MS, A and I would go for before they conquer the working world. Due to extreme (and as my ego likes to think, uncharacteristic..HAHAHA) laziness, I just bummed around with them and hence got collectively labelled as a dinosaur. which is really bizzare. almost inexplicable, but not quite.

learnt how to play a card game. i must be getting old, game rules seem to be becoming more complicated. but for any game where a beer gives you a new lease of life, i say, that’s a good game…which shouldn’t bite the bullet.

then i went to plop with A and E. Silly MS, who persuaded me to stay cuz, in her words, “we can talk through the night”, slept halfway through the first round of BANG!. Like, at two am. Haven’t properly talked to E for about a year, so the 3 hour yakking session was good. things started getting bizzare when two girls did gymnastics in front of a guy for a while. highly entertaining. i rate it a 7.5, with five stars. inching closer to inexplicable-ness. or more accurately, mild insanity.

random interesting thing we did was play multi-instrument “Fur Elise”. E with the guitar and me on the keyboard. who would have thought?

I really wanted to go watch the sunrise, since I’ve never seen sunrise at a beach, but due to procrastination on all fronts, by the time we got to the sand and sea, we got the sun as well. trooping there I saw a brilliant burst of colour. a cluster of red ixora-ish looking flowers. God really has an eye for detail and has the best palette ever. “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?”

henceforth we traipsed to the southernmost point on the mainland Asia continent… seriously, the person who coined that attraction name missed out the whole maritime world. dooooood

lying down for a bit, i decided to pray, since no Bible was in sight. not a good idea when you’ve slept zero hours. ended up snoozing. woke up to see (of whatever limited view railing gaps provide) a mega container ship. but it didn’t move, no matter how much the waves lapped across its sides. it didn’t even nudge a little. Trusting God is like that huh? Just an anchor, but it keeps you firmly grounded, no matter what waves buffet your side or doubts toss you about. Just an anchor.

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,

what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?

Now, that, is inexplicable.