It seems that when I talk to people, the conversation often strays into the holidays and school work, which would have me go on and on about how much work I have, and how hard it is, and how much I hate doing work during the school holidays, and how much… The list goes on. And I have realized, quite frankly that I’m a bit of the world’s biggest complainer. At the end of the week gone by, I can honestly say that I have been blessed much more than I have given God credit for.
Theater Arts rehearsals have been fun, I’ve been learning how to waltz. I’m learning loads, and the t.arts, all of them are a great bunch to hang out with. Its always nice going out for dinner after rehearsals, the last time we went to this Japanese place, which was cheap, but really good. But its not so much about the food, although good food is always loved, its the company that I’ve been blessed with. And its not just the t.arts, but my other friends as well, although, I have had less chances to hang out with them.
I have also went to the beach to play Ultimate with this group of people who call themselves the B.U.Ms, which I think stands for beach ultimate maniac. It was really fun, and definitely good training. Running on the sand is tough. It has been a really long time since I went for pick up, perhaps almost a year ago, with the church people at a mimosa covered field in Tanah Merah, which I think is now being converted into a condominium.
In other news, I have at least got started with my business IA and my EE. By God’s grace these things have been worked out for me.
Thank you God, for so much. Help me to fear your name.
JP sits at the dinner table, which for him and his two sisters, doubles up as the study table and the occasional a war zone. He tries to concentrate on completing Chemistry Investigation 13, which was due before school closed. His mind begins to wonder, as does his eyes from the laptop. And then he sees it. For more than a century, it was sought after by many disillusioned children. Children who had been deceived by those who knew better, children who believed in the naught and nice list, children who put milk and cookies on the table before going to bed on Christmas Eve night. And there it was staring him right in the face, evidence that St. Nicholas really does ride a sleight pulled by reindeer every Christmas eve, bringing presents for the nice and lumps of coal for the naughty. Evidence that Santa is real.
His boots, they stand next to each other on the coffee table. A little smaller than you’d expect, but none the less boots of Santa.
Walking over to the living room JP picks up one of the boots and realizes that his eyes are not playing tricks on him. Santa’s boots have been recently remodeled by the some smarty pants marketing executive! Such that they are now made of clear transparent plastic. They look even more uncomfortable than JP’s old Boy’s Brigade boots! How does an over weight man travel around the world, climb up and down chimneys in boots so small and made of plastic?!
Upon closer inspection, JP realizes that there something in the boot. Thanking goodness the boots don’t smell as old as Santa, he realizes that within this festive container, lies one of the great delicacies of the palate- Chocolate. Hidden beneath its exquisite outer covering lies a wealth of infinite happiness!
Okay, who am I kidding? Its just some milk, sugar and cocoa. Back to Chemistry.
Oh my, I had actually typed out this long thing about how the race went (really), but then the internet got wonky and I lost the post!
In summary, I had a lot of fun and the race went really well. 5.5 km run, 32km bike, 5 km run. God pulled me through all the way and I came in 26th!
Back to chem pracs…
Its been a while since I updated though I assure you that I haven’t been in the bad mood that my blog was in because of the last (two) posts. Much has happened since then, including a weekend trip to Malaysia with the family. We drove up to Lumut, Perak, where I took part in a sprint duathlon, called Powerman, which was mighty fun; more importantly, I was blessed so much.
We left Singapore on Friday, and stopped in KL for the first night, staying at my aunt’s house, before driving up the next day. Because I was in KL, my family managed to spend some time with relatives that we normally see only a few times a year. This trip I had learned to fully appreciate them. Some of them really went through a lot of trouble to accommodate us, and all of them are really a nice bunch that I normally don’t appreciate enough. I should at this point include some nice pictures, unfortunately, we didn’t take any. Maybe at Chinese New Year next year.
The next day we left for Lumut, Perak; we had a hard time trying to find the hotel once we were in the town itself. Eventually, after we had checked in, we met up with pastor Henry’s family. Pastor Henry was a pastor that ministered to my mom’s family, many years ago, before most of them were Christian and before my mom was married. That day, they had met up after many years, and we went for dinner with pastor’s family.
Sunday, race day. More on that in the next post.
If there are any who don’t know me well, yet frequent this blog; or better yet, any who don’t know me at all, and have stumbled upon this blog; they will probably think that everything in my life is going “hunky dory”, as they say. The honest truth of the matter is that I do feel extremely blessed, in many aspects of my life, but even so there are occasions that I neglect these silver linings and focus instead on the occasional dark cloud. It gets worse when it actually starts to precipitate, because sometimes I just sit out in the cold pouring rain and let myself wallow in anger, and general sulkiness.
The vernacular term for this is emo. And I try to be very careful that I don’t fall into that trap.
But here I am, once more at this point.
