THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Friday, July 28, 2006
Today, I just want to "commemorate the memory" of two very wonderful brothers; Jeremy from NP ministry, and Cecil(ia) from Adult ministry (ex-TP ministry kia). Ha ha, they're on field training, absorbing the wondrous nature sights and smells. In short, they're smelling manure and looking at a forest full of creepy-crawlings, how luxurious... Mwahahahaha!
I still remember that overnight mahjong marathon we had and all the snacks and stuff. I still remember my objective for going was to learn how to plan for sleepovers and overnights for effective fellowship, LOL! Not very authentic eh? And because of the purpose, I was worried at first thinking that it might just go boring in a while... I'm amazed, they were real brothers to me, and to say the least, we enjoyed ourselves. And then there was that time at Sentosa where Jeremy and laid on the floating decks, staring into the sky, wondering what the future holds. We were supposed to plan an overnight there! Ha ha. And Kbox sessions! And pool training! And... LOL no idea liao! Ha ha. And Cecil was one of the first few I met when I first came to Nexus. Alvin's spiritual buddy I remember the first impression he gave me was that he had an awesome sense of humour. Almost every service we'd banter and lame around... NS sure takes us by surprise...
Ha ha. I don't know why but recently I've been having that weird scary grin (to others, that is, but is perfectly 'me' to me) all around. I guess it comes each time I think of how lucky I am. Guess I get easily awed by what I have. A plate of chicken rice is enough for me to start up a grin that lasts 5 mins? Ha ha, well, I see it this way. If I didn't have that plate of chicken rice, I'd still be with the hunger pangs and I certainly wouldn't be smiling! I guess it's my own mechanism for giving thanks for all that I have.
...It's no fun being toyed around by the Devil.
Psychedelic;
9:43 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
