I had a fruitful trip to Johore with some guys from the SIM CG. My journey there was an eventful one accompanied by John Ang Mo Kio who is pretty famous in the streets of Johore (everyone is trying to peddle him something). I was certainly overshadowed by him during the trip there. And I thought that Malaysia is somewhere I belong. Bugger.

And today I skipped my class as I had to mug it out doing my essay. Help! Time now is 1858 on my watch and my mum threatened grievous bodily harm unless I cleaned up my room before this weekend (Hari Raya is on Tuesday). So I had spent the past few hours cleaning up the remains of my dirty laundry under my bed and rearranging all my notes. And not to mention I single handedly washed her car for the first time in my entire life yesterday! I was reassured by her that contrary to popular belief, WASHING CAR IS QUITE FUN. So that was okay, IF, OF COURSE YOU BELIEVE YOUR MOTHER.

I have finally got down to using my organizer that Su got for me last Christmas. Next two weekends will see me busy hitting the club. I haven’t been doing that for a while man. It will be good catching up with my army and old sec school friends. Hey I want to go wakeboarding! Any takers?

Dancing to the audience of One.

WHY AM I SO SUPRISE WHEN GOD GIVES ME MORE THAN I CAN IMAGINE.. He promises me that man. And I know that He has placed me where the only smart thing I can do is to trust Him