Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Head First
In the course of communicating with my housemates I came to the realisation that I took the wrong bus yesterday. Haha. Sigh, bus n00b.
All our hosted delegates went off today, and Joel went back to Singapore for good as well. He left it so late to pack up that I didn't even know he was going to be flying till like, yesterday. I think he has more things than all 4 of us in the house added together, and yet took like half the time it takes me to pack up for a summer holiday in Singapore. Haha. Even though he took up our living room in the time he was here, it feels empty now that he's gone. Will miss him! Wish him all the best back home in the best country in the world, lol. He couldn't extend his visa to stay here so .............. ohh well it happens. He left us some money and his car to use, along with his old computer and a lot of miscellaneous stuff. Take care man, I envy you I really do! Oh the irony. I wouldn't mind being back, and he sure would wanna be able to stay on here. Give it time; maybe things will change, and maybe they'll stay the same.
paN!cker lost it at 7:12 pm
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Brisbane Transport
I'm not supposed to complain, but it is obvious to see that Singapore's transport system is so much more advanced and superior than Brisbane's. I thank God for both though the one here can be frustrating. Buses here follow exact timetables, and by exact I MEAN exact. They are so exact to the point of inflexibility. Let's say a bus is supposed to arrive at 0900hrs, but the one scheduled for 0910hrs arrives first. That bus will wait in the bay, because it's not its turn yet. That's what happened tonight as I waited to take the bus to Wollongabba for prayer meet. The 1616hrs bus didn't show, and the 1626 one turned up. The driver got down, asked us which one we were waiting for, and coolly mentioned that the 1616 one was right behind before pulling out a cigarette to smoke. The first guy in line in the queue lamented on the state of the transport system; he's seen like 3 buses waiting in the bay while the queue just has to wait for the -right- one to come along like idiots. In the end, the best thing was our "actual" bus came in, went right by our stop, did a U-turn and waited on the far side for like 5 minutes before it came back round. Like what the heck ?!If it was supposed to be the 1616hrs bus, shouldn't it stop at our stop and allow us to board immediately? I don't know what happened to our bus but that's how things are here.
Anyway, I missed my stop!! Usually the bus enters the busway and turns LEFT, but I thought I would press the bell once the bus turned LEFT. BUT NO, it turned RIGHT because nobody pressed the bell!! I was horrified because:-
1) I was alone. I would get lost in some dismal abyss forever and ever and nobody would ever find out! (discounting the fact I have my cell on me)
2) My bus transport knowledge is next to ZILCH here. Slightly embarrassing but everywhere we go here is practically by car, haha.
And so I dropped at the Burunda stop, crossed over, and stared for a good 10 minutes at the signboard trying to interpret what it all meant. I checked all the bus timings and that's when I realised that none of the buses listed for Wollongabba were scheduled! I didn't know my stop was the Mater stop, not the Wollongabba one. After a bit of panicking, I finally went up the next bus that came to confirm it did not go to Wollongabba. The driver said that yea, his bus didn't go there, and that I had to either go up to the road to catch a bus there or cross back over to get some bus (which didn't make sense because that direction would only lead me EVER FURTHER from my destination), or follow his bus to Mater and change to something else that would take me there. I thought 'rhrghhhhh ok that sounds good!' and so I took a seat. Before long, I realised that I was actually wanting to get to the Mater stop so all's well that ends well, THANK GOD.
Another useful lesson learnt in Brisbane transport today. Heh.
Part II (only two parts, hAHAH) of '.... guess where i took this'. i don't even know the purpose of this. meh.
paN!cker lost it at 8:24 pm
Friday, March 21, 2008
Of Striving and Trying
'....guess where i took this' Part I.
Easter break is here and boy is everyone glad for it. Gotta start to get going and move things up a notch, catch up on the gazillion things that I haven't been consistent with, blehhhhhh. I wonder why no mention of Easter happens in Hope here. Every Easter, they have Oceania Convention, and this really struck me last year. Every year in SJSM, we remember Easter and what Christ did on the cross for us all, and this very basis of our faith doesn't seem to warrant much attention here at all..... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. BUT following the Anglican Dioceses' Lent book I haven't forgotten on a personal level, which is the most important. ALRIGHT! So this week's gonna be good, and unprepared as I am for the "contextualised church" OC this year, I really hope it can be more applicable than last year's one, and not just some temporary crutch to depend on for a few days before mediocrity and mundaneity (new word of the day folks) sets in again.
Hmm, I think I need a haircut. And to ponder and experience what it -truly- means to try and strive not on my own strength.
paN!cker lost it at 1:43 pm
Friday, March 14, 2008
Porcupine
I struggled out of bed yet again, and this to be on time for a 2pm class, so you can only imagine the agony this period's been. I got out 2 hours before, but had a whole myriad of things to do and notes to print and stuff, and in the end I was still slightly late. ARGH. *slaps self* I joined the ES kids for soccer today, with Edwin in tow as well. Today's session wasn't as fun as last week's cos there were less people playing and the tempo was much slower, PLUS PLUS PLUS I managed to sprain my neck when I headed the ball to Edwin, GREAT. Now I can't look left. It helped destroy the rest of my game as well 'cos I was reduced to a very ginger jog around the park. I didn't manage to engage much with the aussie kids but ohh well, a step at a time hey? I'll prolly join em next week for Bible Study anyway so that's a hurray!
Anyway, the highlight of the day was AFTER care group. We headed to The Manor, this place very far away at Logan, to eat dim sum. We were ravished, and we quickly placed our orders. The egg tarts came first, and they were cold. I don't know about you, but all my life my egg tarts have come warm. We asked the waiter if we could get the tarts warmed up, and 'fore long the manager came along.
Manager: "If you want, you can cancel this order."
Us: *some shock and uneasiness*
Manager: "For 6 years, we've served our egg tarts like that. If you want them warm, come at 9.30pm. Our tarts just made, very hot, so hot you can't eat them"
Us: *speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeccchhhhlesssssssssssssssssss*
Alright, so that was mighty pissy already; the level of customer service was evidently of a standard so high we'd never come across it before. It was a steep learning curve. I suppose that served to prepare us for what was to come, God's little way of injecting humour in everyday life.
So 2 dishes later, we were onto our yummy har gau. SUDDENLY, Evelyn picked one piece up and we kinda noticed there was something stuck to hers. It was none other than a friendly neighbourhood cockroach, freshly steamed for maximum flavour. The cockroach was on the far side of Eve's food, so she didn't see it at first, BUT when her attention was caught and she looked into the container, she saw ANOTHER freshly steamed cockroach inside!! Ladies and gentlemen, that's 2 free steamed cockroaches we got with our food! To use the word appalling would be appalling in itself, because it was like "WTHHH!!!?!?!" Of course, we called the manager over to see what he would have to say THIS TIME about it. Knowing his character through the giveaway first situation, I didn't expect much from him, and he managed to live right up to my expectation. Here are some rough excerpts from the manager of The Manor.
"This situation is very common all over, not just here. A lot of places have this problem. Even at home there are cockroaches."
"You see we did not put the cockroaches in (wow, sure hope not) when we are preparing the food. They crawl in themselves." (this definitely makes it our fault)
"...For this situation I apologise, but I'm not sorry for it."
"I have 15 years of experience and I know this is a common problem. It cannot be helped."
He went on to drag Landmark (a dim sum place in Sunnybank) into the picture as well, saying something about them facing the same problem too. You see, the problem lies with you, and when the problem lies with you, you address the issue like a man without trying to deflect attention to others. He's a man so full of pride that out of his mouth babbled nonsense. It was a waste of time trying to talk things through with him. In a situation as clearcut as this, the only thing left to do is to apologise PROFUSELY I tell you, PROFUSELY, and to offer the night's food on the house, and maybe even throw in a voucher so as not to lose customer loyalty by making up for the lost trust with sincere service. Apparently not. Not only did he not apologise sincerely, he made up a whole host of cock and bull stories that only served to expose his lack of character further.
Bottomline. You are running a food business. It doesn't MATTER how many cockroaches per square metre there are around. As someone in the business of serving food to people, it is YOUR responsibility not just to ensure your chefs don't wrap little bugs into our food but also to ensure that all utensils and containers involved in your preparation are free of ANYTHING disgusting at -all times-. I didn't know The Manor's responsibilities stop at ensuring that the food itself is clean. So it's fine that there's 4927352 bugs sharing the same container as my food, because it can't be helped that such creepy crawlies find their way into your containers. Hmmm maybe it's our fault for being so insensitive and not understanding this phenomenon that has plagued mankind since time immemorial. To try and drag other restaurants into the picture is a real low, and really only highlights your own inadequacies at resolving the situation. Apparently, he's had 15 years experience with this common problem, and as yet no solution. I guess top restaurants and fine dining places will forever be doomed to this cruel game of chance each day they open for business, not knowing when and on which plate or in which bowl the next bugger will show up, all 6 arms akimbo, feelers a feelin' and face a grinnin' at the customer.
When we were done debating, the char siew baos came !!! After great contemplation and discussion, I finally wrapped one up to eat in the car. The rest were either too turned off or prideful to take the free food (your food is dirty but since it's free what the heck i'll take it). So I'm one bao above you all!!! PWNT!
paN!cker lost it at 10:23 pm
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Cut Me Down To Size
You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
And that's what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself you can only blame me
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry
And darling that's when I decide to go to sea
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
And made me realize what I could not see
And I could write a book the one they'll say that shook
The world and then it took, it took it back from me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found and you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
The streets you're walking on a thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live with nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive my loving all you see
Oh the streets you're walking on a thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
coldplay // swallowed in the sea
paN!cker lost it at 10:57 pm
Old School
 
for it is an old school indeed.
Well, today marked the birth and death of my track and field career. Edwin and myself went down for UQ Athletic's Come N Try clinic and took part in some events, myself the 100, 300 and 2x200, Edwin the 300 and 2x200. It was so sad I got owned so bad in the 100m, because I've come to realise, those running beside me are really sprinters, as in, school sprinters who've received formal training for a good many years already, even if they might be slightly rusty now. I'm quite sad I didn't even manage to clock below 13 secs (13.30), but never mind. I live to run another day, which incidentally, is tomorrow. Back to amiable jogging, hehe.
In our 300m, which kinda had 3 girls taking part and 3 guys, I managed to maintain some semblance of dignity by finishing ahead of the girls, though a mile behind this guy I recognised from my 100m heats who'd decided to do the 300 too as a means to hammer home the "I PWN J00" message. In the 2x200m, it got even more humiliating because it was Edwin and me versus 3 other teams of primary school kids, of which 2 were girls! It took me a good what, 70 or so metres to overtake the boy, and then I struggled to pass the baton to Edwin who completed the job well ahead of them haha. The boy actually came to me later and said, "You're pretty fast". In my mind I was going like, 'duhhhhhh I'm only 10 years older kid. Wait till you're my age; I'll be eating your dust'. And the thing is, his event isn't even the sprints. He does the 3000m, and 1500m on occasion, so he represented himself well methinks. All in all, a truly humbling experience, but a good one nonetheless, for the aspiring boys of track and field, which was not to be.
paN!cker lost it at 12:13 am
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Spiders
Garden spiders intrigue me. They are motionless by day, save for pouncing on unsuspecting prey who fly into their intricate webs of deceit. By night, they are hardworking 8-legged creatures, stepping gingerly, shoring up weak spots, constructing new extensions, making good. They spin and spin and spin endlessly during this time when we are in bed. I have 3 garden spiders hanging around me area, of varying sizes, but it is so interesting to note that they are all programmed the same way. I took out the trash, and managed to observe quietly all 3 moving around laying new lines down to earn their keep.
paN!cker lost it at 12:44 am
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Multicultural Sunday!
As can be seen, the most traditional dress some of us had going for us over here were our school uniforms! It was meant for the upcoming uniform party, but since multicultural sunday cropped up first, we thought WHY NOT LET'S DO IT. No regrets; I feel like a revolutionary.
I'll let the pictures do the talking yo.
Malaysians have very weird misconceptions about what we wear in Singapore schools.
Misconception #1: NO we do not have to wear black shoes. All Singapore schools permit sports shoes.
Misconception #2: NO, I am not a prefect. YES this is my actual school uniform! And there are MANY MANY other schools with all white uniforms.
Misconception #3: NO REALLY PLEASE ... it is NOT St Johns uniform!
Misconception #4: NO I do not represent any political party!! HAHAHA.
paN!cker lost it at 10:10 pm
Saturday, March 08, 2008
14-0 FTW
The Judah 1-4 team today was swept mercilessly aside 14-0 on a benign saturday morning at Carmody field. We tried to play on Oval 2 without booking but it didn't work because lawn work was being done in preparation for some cricket finals thingy, so we shifted to Carmody.
Anyway, poor Ivan and team were severely understrength with many key players not playing and a lot of unknowns turning up for them, whereas we were at full strength. Even Kaiming who's supposed to be theirs was playing for us cos he was wearing red, which is weird because he's one of the better players and would have been VERY useful on their side. The moment I saw the lineups, I was thinking 'man this might get a little one-sided'. Little did I know what was to come. What we essentially did was overrun them like weeds in a wayward garden.
From the word go, we dominated from start to finish in all areas of play. Our team had good ball controllers on almost every part of the pitch, whilst the opposite was true for them. They were dribbling in their own box and trying goodness knows what but basically 80% of their balls went to us or we stole it off them whilst they were trying to get rid of it. Our keeper Jon, Edwin's good friend, was solid between the posts and the only time he was called upon to make a save was in a 1 on 1 against Ivan! Things weren't looking too good as Ivan bore down on goal, until Jon rushed out and Ivan's shot found only Jon's body. Brilliant stuff! His goal kicks and confidence in goal was top notch and only helped us along with the clean sweep. Reubs lacked all manner of fitness, but his technical touches and tasty crosses made up for it. Edwin as usual was all over the park running the defence ragged, Han was up to his usual cheeky self, nutmegging unsuspecting defenders and lobbing the keeper, Chris was poaching goals from teammates as usual (AHHA) John Ong had a decent game in the middle of the park, Samuel (his testimonial match!) was easily taking the ball past half the team and created many chances for us, even managing a few attempts on goal from distance. I had an ok game as well, but it could have been better, but I was the attacking centreback who somehow drifts all the way up to their penalty box sometimes hahaha. If not for my very poor shooting ability, I might have scored! I had three decent opportunities to tuck the ball home but it was not to be, so sad. I ended up passing one ball literally, to their keeper, and scooping another left-footed attempt over the bar. BLEH. The worst howler was when I was up for a corner, the cross came in, eluded everyone, and was dropping near the far post. I stuck out my foot, managing to completely avoid contact with the ball, and saw it bounce and hit Hak Wei's thigh and bounce in very slowly for an own goal. I wasn't in a position to deny him his goal that's for sure, lol. It's ok, Christopher the attacking centreback will make it one day! Meanwhile, I might want to look at shoring up my own defensive capabilities. My weakness is I can get to the ball first, but then I run the risk of losing it if the forward is harassing me, like Lemuel was. If you want safety first, of course booting the ball out is a good idea but I don't want to be that kind of laopok defender only capable of clearing balls and unable to make space and pass it out of defence.
We ended up swapping some players like Chris and David over to their side for a bit but in spite of some solid defending from Chris, nothing could stop the mighty J8 machine from coming through. Goals were coming in from all angles it was ridiculous, but we know it's just like Manchester United thrashing Arsenal when they have 9 first-team players out or something. Overall, we all were very happy with our movement and passing so all's well that ends well, not to mention the slight tan we nicked off the sun! Heh!
paN!cker lost it at 6:43 pm
Friday, March 07, 2008
Everyday? Yes Everyday
Wewt!! I went to the UQ Museum today with Gary! It's such an irony that you don't even know your university as a student here. Anyway, we were on the way back and we thought, "hey look why not? It's such a pretty structure in itself, and we haven't been inside" so we went in and browsed the various art pieces inside. We managed to find probably the LARGEST ORGAN IN THE WORLD (and I don't mean like ... liver or kidney kinda organ) which was like what ..... 3 storeys high or something ?! It was humongous! I will post pictures up.
That was not the highlight of the day! His mercies are new everyday! Even when I do not seek His face, He opens doors. I saw some people playing soccer in the field behind the museum when we were leaving, and then I realised two of the Aussies were from Human Movement as well, Nathan and Leanne. Gary's nursing a bad knee, so I bid him farewell (gary: k bye chris // chris: bye! // gary: huh really joining them?!? // chris: YES!!) and went to kick some football with em! I had such a ball of a time (pardon the pun). We played a bit of ultimate as well, and I managed to get to know some of them. They're all part of this group of christians called the Evangelical Students or something like that. It's a campus ministry dedicated to reaching out to students and giving bible study and bible talks, but isn't a church. That means all the people there have their own churches they're attending. It was way cool! God is really answering my prayer (even though I haven't been praying for this much) to get to truly know the Aussies and not just asians here. And what better way to start than with christian Aussies who are passionate about the Gospel and God's people! They are really fun people to be around with, and I thank God for this chance. They are there every Friday for sports from like 3-5pm so I think I'm gonna be there every Friday.
I just came back from a jog after care group and it was crazy. Adam and I finished off the night with a 100m sprint at the stadium haha. My left bum is hurting like crazy, and I've field soccer in 7 hours, perfect. Things are looking up; may I not take any of this for granted. To God be the glory. Night night.
paN!cker lost it at 11:17 pm
Thursday, March 06, 2008
A Certain Buzz
Today at 0930hrs, in the human movement building, Gary and I had the privilege of meeting Dr Michael Koh, head of the school of sports, health and leisure in Republic Poly, along with 4 other PhD students currently in UQ, for morning tea. An email had been circulated the week before, and it mentioned that Dr Koh wanted to meet all Singapore students currently studying here. I thought, 'no harm in that', and so arranged to go for this with Gary. It was interesting that none of the NIE teachers were in attendance; maybe they thought he was here to poach them and they are all bonded anyway so no point going.
Anyhow, I really enjoyed the morning! It was refreshing definitely to be mixing it in with the guys at the top, and getting an idea of the direction of the sport and exercise science industry on the whole in Singapore. In a nutshell, as part of the thrust to up the university intake to 25% and eventually to 30%, the government approached several polys, asking them to tie up with a foreign uni of their choice in a certain field. Not too sure whether they had the autonomy to pick the field, but for RP, the school of sport, health and leisure got the go ahead. After careful consideration, RP decided that UQ was the uni of choice to affiliate with their faculty. Praise God! Things seem quite exciting now, and adds fuel to mine and Gary's purpose for being here doing what we're doing. There's actually a possibility for me to complete my degree in Singapore now instead of staying the full 4 years here! Is this a door God is showing me? I know not, yet.
Dr Koh was here to sell RP especially to the graduating PhD students, and while Gary and I felt like outsiders, it was definitely relevant to our cause and future, as this new scheme kick starts and gets underway. Although I've never really considered becoming an academic, this new development does seem rather attractive, because of Dr Koh's philosophy of giving his researchers freedom to do their own research. He emphasised the absence of a 'publish or perish' culture in his office, and what he really is looking for are bold, passionate researchers who have their own areas of interest and want to pursue it. A normal week would consist of 2 days of teaching, one day of research, and two days of 'ladida', in his very own words hahaha. There's also 21 days of leave, and a huge amount of autonomy. You are free to do as you will, but if there is nothing to show after your 2 years are up, then your contract isn't renewed, that's all. I really love his philosophy about life and especially with regards to rules, and as a Christian he really embodies the type of decision-making I want to see happen in my life as well. It was interesting to hear him talk about how God had shaped him through his experiences as a PE teacher in first SJI and then the 'ah beng ah lian ah seng" school of Guangyang to see different sides of life. He shared how his normal tech PE classes in Guangyang were always full, and how a former student currently working in AIBI actually recognised him one day. It is true; many times the 'bengs and lians and sengs' are some of the nicest people around actually. If only someone would show them the way.
He said he's not the "rules are meant to be broken" type of person, but rather someone who looks at the intent of the heart and the intent of the rule. If the intent of the heart is pure, and the intent of the set rule is not disrupted even while "breaking" it, then it's all systems go. For example, one of the students is on study leave here. He's working with MOE, and the rule states that he cannot work for another employer during this leave. Dr Koh explained that the rule was there to ensure that the work produced by the student would not be disrupted or compromised in quality. If the student felt however that working part-time for RP was not a disruption but rather something beneficial towards his own thesis (through research and experience gained), then it would be ok for him to come on board. While this might be a grey area, I think it actually makes sense. However, we all know how legalistic Singapore can get, so it's really his call if he wants to take up the offer when he heads back for data collection sometime mid-year.
All in all, I was really enlightened, and will probably arrange to meet up with the PhD students sometime with Gary just to chat and discuss their motivations for choosing the paths they chose. Gary is also seriously considering switching to Exercise Science stream now too, because as we actually discussed before, it opens up a whole new world of options for him, while sticking in the education stream will moreorless set the tone for where he will end up working, with not much leeway for getting into something different in the future. My vision is renewed, and some measure of vigour and excitement has been stirred up. Wewt!
It's time to grow up.
paN!cker lost it at 4:17 pm
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
It'll Be Ok
Everything will work out
Everything will work out
For Your glory
I know You’ll use it all
Fall upon Your mercy
Call upon Your kindness
Will You come to me
And search my heart again
And I’m on my knees
Waiting here for You
In Your holy place
And my heart is home
In Your courts oh Lord
How I long for You
Everything will work out
Everything will work out
When I see You
I know I’ll understand
And I’m on my knees
Waiting here for You
In your holy place
And my heart is home
In your courts oh Lord
How I long for you
- Reuben Morgan // Waiting Here
paN!cker lost it at 9:28 am
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Gold Coast, for all it's worth
We ventured far east today, and slightly south, to Harbourtown, Carrara Markets and finally Gold Coast. It was d efinitely more interesting than last year's one. Perhaps one year on, I'd already determined to make it more interesting, whatever that means. Anyway, we gathered early in the morning, -supposedly- at 8.00am (bunch of us got there at 8.15), and set off around 9.30. We really didn't do much at Harbourtown, because there was nothing I wanted to buy. We walked around, and finally had lunch at this kebab place, which was the same place we had lunch last year! Haha. The kebab was good though. At the Carrara Markets (which is like a pasar malam in Singapore), I managed to get a few books and stuff for  a steal, and managed to catch this guy  who's like a one-man band! He managed to play these pipes and some other wind instrument AND his guitar and synthesizer all at the same time! It was simple but very tastefully put together and I loved it. I met a guy called Mohamed (far left, checkered shirt) from Saudi Arabia and I really learned a lot about the kingdom. He really loves life here, away from the stifling heat and restrictions of his home country. However, he mentioned that the family bonds back home are very strong and families are very close-knit. I really enjoyed talking to him.  He's on a scholarship to do Masters of Technology and some other stuff here and is considering continuing on to PhD even. Wowzers. Right. Anyway, we moved on to Gold Coast for real pretty quickly, and did LOTSA STUFF on the beach. It was a rather interesting day. First off, as is customary, we took a group CCM picture which I do not have but somehow I have this rather large group in my camera so that works for me lol.  THE most exciting part of my day was fast approaching, yet unbeknownst to me of course. Kelvin Mok gathered some guys together and suggested playing some american footy. He briefly explained the rules and then we were underway! It was pretty fun, even though there was contact (which doesn't really work that well for the super buff and ever ready Chris). Anyway, the game was progressing pretty well; I'd assisted Edwin a little and scored a few myself, when ........ IT HAPPENED. I received the ball, got tackled by Gerald the guitarist, tried to struggle free, and promptly heard the MUCH DREADED tearing sound. I was feeling quite alright, but I knew all was -NOT- alright. I looked down and LO AND BEHOLD what did I see? My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, but t hankfully they didn't, because the sand on my eyes would really hurt a lot more than just having a huge gaping hole on the front of your berms. Yes, Gerald really took hold of me, or rather, the cloth on me. It was all too bizarre and mind boggling to really absorb all at once, so I just stood rooted to the spot while the reality of it sank in, stoning a bit, since there were only guys playing and the girls were a distance away (thank you God for that). Kelvin ran to get a spare pair of shorts before the guys crowded around me to shield me while I carried out a quick Houdini and became whole again. I think that's definitely something I can live less with, like never-ever-happen-again kinda live less with. I thought since he holds (or rather held) a special place in my life (or berms), I managed to get a special picture of him with me destroyed berms! Hehe. All's well that ends well. I'm glad that trauma is over. I leave you with evidence that Rachel, E dwin, and I are alive and well (maybe me not so well after this episode, ohh and Rachel has lost her voice) in Brisbane, Australia!
paN!cker lost it at 11:25 pm
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