Would that be a Sky Juice for you Siddhartha?

Jp spent like the last 2 or 3 days reading Siddhartha, this was in an effort to fix his world lit 2 (which isn’t as good as it should be) and study for the Mid Years.

I’m focusing as water a symbol in the novel, hence the title of this post. It has been mighty interesting, but today after just 2 hours of reading I was exasperated by Hesse’s notion of time being non-existent and his other abstract thoughts which I was trying my best to decipher. Gahh!

Among the things Siddhartha learned from the river, was to listen. I need to learn that. To listen before I speak, lest I turn into an insensitive prick. Heh, that rhymes. Sorry bout that.

Tonight, I plan to try and finish Siddhartha, and my chem worksheet before going to bed early for chem lessons tomorrow. I need God’s strength, discipline and guidance. 

 

 

Its that time if the year again.

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.

 

Sprint Powerman 2007

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…

 

Returned.

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.