Tear 'em down

The National Stadium seriously need to be torn down... FAST                                                              

Sold tickets for the Brazil game in a claustrophobia-causing booth.. a booth that seems uninhabited by creatures and uncleaned for zillions of years. Terrible... there was dust everywhere.. dust which can be seen and could fill up pails if dugged up. Plus, no fans... and lights that just go off suddenly...the stuffiness... Descriptions that fitted a.. Prison Cell, especially with its metal bars.Not that I had been in one, but I felt like I was in one..                                                                                         

The shocking and humorous thing was that almost everyone thought that the stadium had been demolished since 2 years ago.. What the hell is it still doing here? I thought said bye-bye to it at a farewell concert?  then what are they seeing now? an illusion?  A movie was made to pay tribute to the old dame but I bet the producers were cursing themselves when the movie was released as a memory and yet... the freaking old stadium is still there....Please, someone, stop the delay.

enjoyment

Today was the first time I felt that I truely enjoyed playing during the service, where I just let my emotions run , letting my heart towards worshipping God dictate my fingers and playing music without feeling any barriers. And I was able to evoke emotions in people(to worship better) with my style, like matching narration with story. It felt satisfying, not because I think I played well but because I let Him use my hands.

Yesterday went to send poogee, fio and rubin off to summer school. Haha but the point of this blog wasn't about them but rather about changi village chicken chop bak chor mee(just kidding), but by the way, it was really good.. feel like eating it again now. Anyways, off they go to LSE(how nice..) and the last person I will even miss is...poogee.. haha, is only friggin 3 weeks, what's the point right? but then again you know I talk like this, be it whether i mean it or not, :P. I still want presents.

Off they go, and some others too,  and someone's back.. erm, someone's black.. I mean someone's black is back.. haha, she became really dark.. perhaps that was a method of assimilation.. I wonder.. But I am so happy that she's back, cause I so miss the friendly banter with her lah..

Retardation of Life

Now that all the orientation stuff is over, is time to really smell the sweet holiday air... work and council still makes my nose stuffy though.. but at least i can sniff a pinch. Bought like 8 books the other time, had been staring at it.. Looking at it, sat nicely on the shelf, an intellect? more like a decoration. But the boringness at work induces me to slowly break down the tower of scrolls. Grabbed one today, a Lonely Planet series, Bad Lands by Tony Wheeler... very interesting read... Badly need a getaway to breathe freely, everyone should learn to lead a retarded(not literally) life this holidays seems lonely too(I don't know), going off real soon... with hope

Disillusion

I am getting disillusioned with the things i do/going to do recently.
Disgusted by the human tussle
Drowned in sin, waving bye to love
Desperately seeking Your help, please

At the bus stop

At the bus stop, I wait for the next bus
Patiently, an oncoming bus in sight
Sometimes I am excited
Sometimes I just sit and wait

When the bus arrives
Not sure I would want to take the bus
Too many what IFs, too undecisive
Sometimes I know where it leads me
Sometimes I just follow blindly
Sometimes the bus just sped past (maybe it slowed down)
But I was too slow, too late

If I board
I might just get down the next stop
then I know I board the wrong one

Or will it end up somewhere 
Eventually still alighting from the bus
Though not sure if we will come down together

Still waiting for the bus to come
Perhaps not yet ready