When you start singing, the people stop dancing..

Just got out of the shower.. Was watching Singapore Idol before that and witnessed for myself the dearth in musical talent we are suffering from in this red island of ours.. Ok, so I ain't a pop star.. but some of the idol-wannabes were really there cos' of popularity votes.. wait till a certain Ms Tan CS appears at Idol 2.. Or maybe my now-ORDed campmate Joseph.. :)
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In the light of my mother's meeting with Chrissypoo (oh come on, seriously.. that nick's sick), I like to comment on his performance or rather his attitude afterwards.. He tried to go with the Disco genre with the clothes he wore.. but seriously I thought his boyish looks just didn't match his clothes.. Like many others, his song didn't serve to inspire/interest me, unlike Olinda "Steady pom pee pee" Cho's rendition of "Play a funky music".. or Taufik's "September".. But what really cheesed me off was his poor attitude and lack of graciousness when the judges were tearing apart his perfomance.. Ok.. so Doug O's sputtering crap week in week out.. but at least be humble and take the criticism and stop rolling your eyes as though you were already Singapore Idol lah..

So fine..Dick was.. well a real dick when he said that Chris (I shan't even type that full nick) should "just stick to songs he can manage like 'baa baa black sheep'" or when he said "you make me feel like vommitting" after hearing Chris sing "You make me feel like dancing".

But I think Popo (my grandmother) summed it all up when she came out of the room and told my sister, "Eh, Annabel. I think that your Christopher will be out."

Oh well.. we'll see.. I'm not surprised should Poo-man come back next week because of his popularity votes..
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We had a barbecue for most of the former and present SAFWOS staff last night in camp. Jeremy, Weisong and I went out at about six plus to get a cake from Jurong Point, picking up Chee Keong and Joseph on our way back.. Earlier we had a visit from the Commander 9 Division at 2pm.. the presentation was supposed to last till 245pm but as usual.. finished only about 545pm.. so I practically wasted 3 hours standing by.. He finally came to the management office which i was supposed to present, at about 6.. I thought I did alright, inserting a little humour in the informal presentation - saying that we couldn't skive or sleep with the glass walls that surround the office.. - until the end where I could feel the nervousness starting to make my voice sound shaky.

Mirza, Wee Bin, Joseph, Chee Keong came back.. Alvin "Your mother" Chua promised to come but when we called him, said that he was at some school camp.. Mirza's real thin now man.. wonder how he did it.. Wee Bin's still himself and so are Joe and CK..

Rushed home later to meet Diana.. who was very kind to wait 3 hours at home to watch "The Gods must be crazy" with me.. Show's bad.. really boring with poor links between scenes. I know Part 2's better.. I can't wait for The Terminal to be out at the recently opened Video Ezy near my place.. Hope it doesn't close down (shops in my area usually have the habit of moving out after awhile)..
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There was a young adults' gathering at Alvin's place last Saturday. Was disappointed that people were making excuses to not go.. I mean if it was some interesting concert or whatever.. see whether you go or not.. nearly had it cancelled due to poor response.. Jeremy and Alvin were encouraging though.. I sure those who went had fun.. worshipping.. eating.. and playing Taboo.. has been awhile since I really focussed on and was engaged in the worship.. i think the problem with me is that my faith is based on activities. Ever since I started serving back in 2000.. was for the wrong reason. I guess it all spiralled from then on and when the test of my faith came.. what showed was just a over-reliance on God's goodness and blessing without any obedience shown on my part. *sigh*
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Ooohh.. just got a $100 cash injection from Mummy.. actually $70's part of my allowance.. the change was in her words, "never mind.. just take lor.."
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Think I remember feeling sad when we were at the airport few months back sending Belinda and family off.. I don't know.. It's just really depressing to see loved ones you haven't see all your life, whom you have grown closer to in the 2 weeks they were here, leave for home.. For the record.. I've got relatives in England. My grandmother's sister, Rosalind married a French guy George. They have 3 children.. Jackie, Belinda and Christian. All are married. George and Rosalind live in Surrey, London.

Jackie's family consists of Eric Stralec, Jackie, Penny (who's really good with Mandarin), Rebecca (who's really pretty and has 2 bfs concurrently at the age of 7 i think) and Yorick (who's really really really naughty, yet cute at the same time)

Belinda married Richard Wilman, has 2 children - Phoebe (who's really cute and sweet, albeit a little attention-seeking) and Austin (who's just adorable.. and according to Diana.. handsome.. you could trust her judgement..) think i should put the photos somewhere for all to see.

Christian's married Claire Something. They have a baby girl named Sophie. Chris quickly rejected name suggestions like Teri/Victoria.. saying there was a certain Manchester United link to my suggestions.. oh well.

I'm glad that their families are going along fine.. The harshness of divorce hit me one Sunday as I was sitting in church thinking about Belinda and the family. I mean when a married couple goes their seperate ways, many people around get affected.. Worst of all, the children may be brought up in a single parented home (which is not likely to happen all the time given how the Western world lurves perfecting the art of making babies..). I think that part of society there has degenerated so much until the children themselves understand what divorce means and even freely talk about it.. maybe its just the way we are brought up..
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Wanted to blog this for a long time coming. Just never got down to doing so.. I went to Military Medicine Institute for an appoinment a while ago because my camp MO wanted to see if I was suffering from some mental problem.. told him of my periods of depression and such.. so he sent me there where I remember waiting from 9 till about 12 before my turn to meet MAJ(Dr) John Bosco Lee.. weird name though (who had the mental problem?) :) I also remember meeting Darryl.. a primary schoolmate from De La Salle.. he was a medic there.. Seems like a slack job.. book out daily..9-5.. he didn't change much though.. still remember that slang he spoke with.. (oh whatever.. *-rolls eyes-*)
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Countdown to special mission @ P.Tekong.. 7 days.

This lines of this song seem so appropriate now.. given my fear and emotional reluctance of returning to BMT..

I want to hold you till I die
till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides