Friend: So what are you wearing tomorrow?
Me: Shirt. Pants. Shoes.
Friend: Wow. That will look really nice.
Mystic River
There are stories a river can tell
And truths it cannot hide
There are ways it brings us together
That we may never see
Connecting us with places we never expected
Places like fear
Like betrayal
Like murder
What a brilliant film. No special effects. Filmmaking at its best.
Retail Therapy
I think I have reached a phase of my life that I feel that I need new threads.
So today was a Saturday that was a teeny weeny bit different from the other Saturdays. One was that I left church at 6.30pm. It has not happened for as long as I could remember, when I could still see the sun set.
I casually told N that I will be going to do some retail therapy at Vivocity after the rehearsals. And she decided to come along and hang out, together with her only begotten. J & V decided to come as well. So the 5 of us fitted nicely into the car and we drove down to Vivo for dinner and shopping, away from the F1 racetracks.
It was a really nice dinner, and turned out to be a really nice shopping trip as well. One was that, they followed me wherever I wanted to go. Which is nice, considering that they make really good company. They picked clothes for me and made me try them. Which is good, knowing that I might end up getting another 3 checkered shirts if I made my own choice.
I ended up with only 1 piece of shirt. It will forever be tagged as the shirt that J, V & N chose for me. Or to be more precise, V chose. You see, I think the sentimental side of me matches people with objects with places. And 5 years down the road, I will probably still remember it as the shirt that V chose. Not that J & N didn’t help. It was just that J was feeling sleepy from dinner to comment much about anything, and N was choosing clothes that were suited more for people of a different skin tone.
It was a fun random hangout. And it made my weekend.
Looks like retail therapy is even more therapeutic with good company 
A Casual Conversation
I had my moment today. Something that I have not experienced for some time now.
A friend, F, brought up a casual question over a casual lunch together. He asked me about church, and what I do there. I just kept quiet for a while, and actually begin to think about what I actually do there.
In the end, I asked him if he believed in God. And I took the opportunity to share about how God is so real, that it is impossible to deny His existence. And how He created us and loves us.
I then realised I am hearing what I needed to hear.
It was very therapeutic.
For F, I hope he have gotten intrigued to think about reason and purpose. And that I am able to continue to build friendship with him and point him towards Jesus.
For me, I got reminded of the reason and purpose.
I knew that God can use a donkey to speak. Now I know that He sure can use me to speak to me.
The Eagle
When the eagle senses a storm coming
It instinctively spreads its wings
Catching the air current, it gets lifted up above the storm
And soars.
The Victorian Spirit
I happened to just be surfing about randomly on the net reading on random stuff, so I decided to wiki about my alma mater.
So what is this Victorian Spirit? It is described on Wikipedia as the Spirit that continues to indwell within the Victorian many years after leaving school.
It was nice to know from a conversation with T sometime back that there are people whom replaced the Victorian Spirit with the Holy Spirit. In as much so, there are people we know that still subscribe to the Victorian Spirit.
Some swear by it. Some compose psalms to describe it. Some create cheers to uplift it. Others dance to the groove created by it.
It makes people sing the school anthem in the rain after each sporting event.
It makes people shout till they sound like toads.
It makes people dance around the Fountain Of Wealth like wild tribal people around a bonfire.
A certain psalm created by Victorians describes it as being up in the head, deep in the heart and all over the body.
Another cheer describes it as the Mama.
So what is it?
