i've been having queer dreams, probably a result of too much sleep, or not enough sleep. but who cares. dreams are nice. they're even nicer if they're about nice people. yay.
(you realise this is going to be a himbo post).
was out playing at orchard today, which was so cool. just didn't feel so right, though. the atmosphere just wasn't there, the groove. oh wells. but aegyptie really rocked, man. and jamming later on brought out the extrovert in me again in ways that i'll never comprehend anymore, because army has since stifled you of all your senses and taught you to be calculative and cold and methodical, when all you really need in life is a bit more laughter and greater candour. shouting at the top of my lungs 'all the lesbians....come over here!' is simply the best panacea for the cold hard bitches in civil defence.

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Off to London, to New York, to Paris

Fly off to different continents, to new life. You will soon be there, in far-away cities, to start living. gone are the days where you were like plants in a nursery; now it's time to be taken to the forest to truly live under the sun that shines on you. The nursery might have been safe: safety nets are always there, and here is your comfort zone of friends and family, even if it is sterile; but you weren't truly allowed to grow the way you would have liked. Now, overseas, suddenly you realise that all your life you have been living in the nursery. and now you see the world, bright, shining, with different ideas and many people with their own opinions, some of which you might not agree with. but it is there, and you live with it, and you grow, and make your own opinions about what is good and what is bad and hopefully you be stronger.

and so you will be blessed just to see something different; scenery, travel, sightseeing, interacting with students from different places, learning from professors that are pioneers in their fields, and so on. you will be blessed, because all your life you have been stuck with the same 4 million people and you realise the world has like, what, 4 billion inhabitants, and all you see is a small flake of the pie. it's not enough to satisfy your weird quirky tendencies, especially in parochial singapore. you need something bigger and better. so you go overseas. i salute you. it is great you can go.

take care. dont' feel sad about leaving singapore. don't feel sad that you wish you could take them along with you. people will come and go, and people will pass by; in the end, all us adults will have is a handful of close friends, as we get married and have childrean. most of the time we'll interact with our spouses exclusively, and organised social groups such as school will soon disappear. it'll just be individuals living their own lives, and, if we're in luck, our paths will meet; or else we might remain alien to each other till we meet possibly in heaven. So save no tears for this regret; for inevitably this will happen.

true friends will always be with you no matter where you go.

today was really eventful; i can't even begin to explain it. i think 5-day work week is a brilliant idea because then my saturdays become even more useful. at least i don't have to think, or go, to camp. or do anything with SCDF.

i mean, even the dream was eventful. i dreamt about my friend N running around in army gear and together we were there hunting out snipers and avoiding mortar bombs and grenades, etc. (Which is surprising cuz i'm never in army). and then i dreamt about how i was reading the obituary and this guy just died at 22, while studying in the uni. it was so freaky because i started worrying about my own mortality and how i'm just wasting my life away.

and the funny thing was that it was so apt because up to now i've been somewhat in the doldrums, worrying about stupid things that will bear no real significance to my life, and not allowing the good things in life to come to me. and living for now, partying, not caring about God, or my eternal purpose in life. i mean i knew he was there but somehow i didn't feel the need to go to him. which was bad. but things change in a short while.

doing quiet time and the passage was again apt; it was about the brevity of life! (note how that links to the dream) and about how we are all grass (psalms 90) and will be forgotten soon. so the message is, to live for God, to store up treasure in heaven. and you can't live for two things, for they will surely conflict; to live for God is to stop living for yourself.

and it ended full circle with the saturday evening service worship, which was really nice and made me think about good things again and how it's important to live life to the fullest, and you can't have too much of good things. worshipping God was great. you just feel thanksgiving. just pure thanksgiving. the message was on missions; i think i can be a good bible study teacher, so maybe. why not. haha. maybe in the future. grins. yeah so now it's full circle; after the coming back to God, it's the, send me part.

and later on at candice's place for her farewell it was not bad too! met up with some old friends, chatted around, mixed a bit, sat with the 1b pple, went to booths' pub with 1c. pretty fun. ahhh i miss those days.

so people are flying off which is so sad but i'm happy for them because they'll be able to see new things and a great big world out there.