THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Friday was a pretty hectic day. Attended to the Men's Conference. The 1st immediate impact was realising that I was the only guy present from RP2 & 4. I can't stand it!
Miss one conference/service/encounter and you could well miss that much needed breakthrough...! The next stop was Darryl's house for mahjong. It wasn't so much for the mahjong but the fellowship. Sure it's fun to be able to play games together and stuff, what's really long-term about meet-ups is that we share facets of our lives to others! Went off with Jeremy and we had a nice long catch-up at the bus-stop. It was then I realised the false illusion MSN can give us about life impartation. No expressions and body language can be read, nuances in speech that can give non-verbal cues are diminished because the conversation is semi-real time (lag, ability to backspace, lack of facial expression). The next destination was home.
Saturday was service day. Prayer meet was a hearty time. Service was even better. A great job to Alvin and the drama team! Rushed off after service for a dinner with my dad and his friends, as well as their kids. Had a light Oriental-style meal and we packed up to head to one of dad's friend's house. The ride there was filled in with discussions on politics. Gave my humble views, but it was hearing from the different perspectives that was the real treat. Realised that my dad's friend has an integrated karaoke system with over 6000 songs (wicked!)...to which one of my friends joked," Yeah, and 5999 are oldies!" LOL. What can I say? He was
almost right. So while the old fogeys (ha ha, since they
don't read my blog, I
should be fine!) had fun with their karaoke session, the dudes (that's us!) started on our yearly tradition; Risk. That particular Risk session, however, was significantly different; there wasn't a clear winner anywhere apparent. I learnt two things about myself.
1. I either win spectacularly, or lose outrageously in dice-throwing. (Example was using 10 troops to bring down a combined army of 20 odd attackers, and losing 12 troops, bringing down only 3 troops.)
2. I suck at macro-level strategy. (Opened too many fronts, consolidated too little troops. I was basically the gung-ho one. Thankfully my dice throws were just as audacious.)
Had a few go's at the karaoke system also. By that time I was nearly delirious from fatigue. Didn't have a good showing. Never mind. Next time. We're planning a Kbox outing next Sunday. Heheh.
Pity. Amidst all the rush of activities, my mind still stuck with my group. I realised emotional attachment can go two ways. One, it can help create burden. Two, it can help destroy enjoying the company of other friends and stuff. Well, you get my point.
'Nuff said.
Psychedelic;
11:58 PM
