so many things to say, so little time.

I cried in my sleep. that night. don't know why, but i did. and when i woke up, it seemed like nothing happened until later that afternoon at work, when i remembered that i cried in my sleep. crazy, but true.
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I was at Jurong Point that day for lunch and to buy joachim's birthday present.. then i decided to go to popular to look for 2 books: Memoirs of a Geisha & Rouge State. While the staff was looking for the latter as i stood by the counter, I overheard this exchange between a mother and her daughter, whom I'm sure looks like Charlie Brown's wife though i don't know her name. Or was it his sister??

Mother (as they were paying for their items): Eh? Where's your other book that you wanted?
Charlie Brown's wife: hmm.. don't want lah, this one enough already.
Mother (dressed in working clothes): Never mind, Mummy buy for you.
Terence: *heart melts*

Hah. heart melt. whatever. anyway, i had 2 reactions.

what a sensible young girl.

what a motherly mother, whom i assume, is buying the extra book to make up for time not spent with her daughter cos' of work. i assume, i stress. but anyhow a motherly mother.

didn't find rogue state though.. and i found out that borders were out of stock for that one as well.

i'm just about done with Nabokov's Lolita.. taking an obscene amount of time to finish reading about young Dolores Haze. I was reaching the end of the book as i was on the way to work in my dad's car and just as we reached the office, which meant i had to go, i was about to read the part where we would find out who impregnated young Dolores. It was like those Channel 8 drama serials where the show would conclude just as the "climax" was approaching. It certaintly felt that way then.

I must confess I was never much of a reader. The people know me well enough that I baulk at the thought of reading one of those oscar wilde or some thick book with small prints. Absolutely puts me off. Then again, I enjoy the football biographies, and recently have taken to other books like Tuesdays with Morrie & Lolita..
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I was thinking that day on my way to work.. I'm a white horse. haha. army term nonetheless. My dad's the CO of the company and I get "special" treatment cos' i'm the Commanding Officer's son. Of course I don't take advantage of that lah. Never crossed my mind to anyway.
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I've been wanting to say this for a long time but due to my suffering from the seemingly incurable illness called procrastina, I've not been able to sit down and blog.

I recognise that I live and lead a much privileged and blessed life as compared to many. I don't mean in comparison with the young princes and princesses of this world or those children whose family name happen to be Gates, Presley, Beckham or Cruise. So many in relation to my peers. I mean there are those whose family are more well off and stuff like that, but I think my life has been pretty smooth sailing thus far, save for the occasional hiccup here and there. Now, I'm not looking to step on anyone's toes here.. so don't misunderstand.

I enjoy a lot of luxuries. Clothes, a nice home, good food, etc so much so that it shames me at times when i think that the money i just invested in a pair of jeans or football boots could have actually made a lot of difference to another individual or family. Having felt that way, selfish me has decided to carry on with such luxuries as much as my pay or my family allows it. shameless. but i hope one can understand that it can be hard to try and live a life more prudent than the one i have right now.

Nevertheless, death is a great equaliser. Whether you're a Beckham or Cruise or simply a Lee or a Ng just like me, you don't bring your riches or poverty with you. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Some believe in reincarnation and stuff like that, i don't . I believe in life, eternal.

Dispute? save it.

Spend the time rethinking your beliefs.
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church camp's up this year.. along with youth camp and the children's camp.. don't know about serving in the last one but should be available lah.. if all goes well. All is defined by me getting into SMU Business this August and I resign (haha) from my dad's end May to watch the World Cup.. Jia lat.

I enjoy youth and church camps a lot. it's the feeling of staying together and waking up spending the entire day with your peers, without a care in the world, locked up somewhere on Sentosa or in Malaysia for a retreat with your fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. Of course with Him as well.

Perhaps that's why many Westerners move out as such a young age to move in with their friends. But they have a different agenda to mine of course.
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I can't wait for the designs to be coloured for my new room. It's nerve-wrecking waiting for the designers to get back. I can't wait to see the room. But that's it i think. Don't know if i'm ready to move out of my current room of 20 years.
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watched jack neo's "i not stupid too" last night with the family. scoffed at the thought that people would cry (not because Jack was a lousy producer or scriptwriter) at certain scenes in the movie, but was proven wrong anyway. Jack again showed what he is good at: tugging at our heartstrings. He didn't make this film for Hollywood, though if they wanted it I don't think he would mind, he made it for the locals. Your uncles and aunties in the street. Your ah bengs and ah lians under the void deck. Your teenagers struggling with academics as well as their parents. Your parents who are frustrated with their kid's antics that they have to put up with.

There were a few scenes where the parents were disappointed with their on-screen children for something they did wrong. At that moment, I was thinking about how i must have grieved my Father in heaven whenever i choose to sin, despite knowing that what i was about to do was wrong.

overall, i thought that it was a nice show. obviously imcomparable to the blockbusters that Hollywood regularly churns out, but still a good movie given the lack of resources available to Jack and his team. To those critics and mud-hurlers of the local film industry, or anything local for that matter, where's your nationalistic pride? No i'm not exactly a patriot. I don't think I would die for my country, but I would cheer my footballing Lions or appreciate the effort put in by people like Jack and Eric Khoo. If you don't like that film, or that particular sport or that particular song that Jack, Noh Alam Shah or Taufik are doing, at least respect them for what they have aspired to be. Peace.
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