maybe it's my own fault. addictions, addictions.
even to the little-est things can wear the gears, speed up the clock, slow nature. so sayonara, aloha, adios, good riddance.
today I learnt: understanding that 'I' am not the only insecure person in the room opens the eyes to see. believing the next person has more to think about than how 'I' look or dress readies the ears to listen. knowing that each of us has the love of our maker opens the heart and frees it from self-consciousness. praying for another makes me a ready instrument for Him.
I had a wonderful time with Kevin, Lynette, Poon and Matt at Chomp Chomp and Coffee Bean this evening. It was after Prog. mtg., and Kevin (aka the driver who got his license in 2.5 months and we still don't know how he got it. we always put on our seat belts in his car) drove us to Serangoon Gardens for the famous tau huay. It was a night of terror-wrist-scheming-at-the-next-table-role-play and nurse jokes (poor lynette). Thanks to Kev though, 'cos we all got home faster than if we took the SBS. much faster.
last Saturday was: Pulau Ubin. To commemorate the group's 7th birthday. I must credit it for reviving my enjoyment of trekking. Robin and I even decided all YLM meetings henceforth shall be to nature reserves. Youth Adventure Ministry.
It was raining, and contrary to common belief that rain spoils a day out, I believe we actually had more fun because of it! The trekking group (those who bravely decided to face the forest without bikes *pbbbt*) were ready with their rain gear when the pouring began: Stella with the ground sheet tied around her shoulders to form a cape, and an umbrella in hand, Edward the same 'crabbed' around his shoulders, but with a cap, Matt in an oversized no. 4 and a matching soldier hat, Esper in her national day kapo-ed poncho (which gave way half -way, lousy plastic), Robin with his bright red umbrella, and me with my broken umbrella, with half of the spokes sticking out without cloth attached. weeeeeeeee! time to join NCC.
We had a great time sharing lunches, all 12 of us taking a bite and passing it on, and wading in the thick slushy mud of Chek Jawa (the marshy swamp that leads out to sea), plus the trekking group got a 'tour' of an old abandoned house, passed by the village chief's house (he's nearly a hundred years old) and caught glimpses of the fenced-off quarry (with eerie stories from Robin and Edward to boot).
A yummy dinner at Changi Village when we got back to mainland: Van, Stefan, Esper, Ant and I shared a good meal of BBQ seafood! I learnt how to pluck out gong-gong (shi-fu van and shi-fu ant)! believe it or not, it was my second encounter with the shell-fish.
*note: must get pictures from the biking group too
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