touched by an angel
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Warning: This post is really long.Warning 2: Even though I don't really like talking about religious stuff publicly in the spirit of respecting other religions, I guess you'll have to bear with me today :DI'm back from camp! 3 days of tiring, fun, happiness, randomness (insert your own noun here), in this really, really, REALLY weird-feeling place. Majodi Centre is some isolated, ulu sanctum of spirituality (I magically retain my class-topping lit skills exemplified by alliteration! :O <-- rubbish), but the retreat centre at St Teresa's church is on the TOP floor of the parish house at this ancient but pretty church next to IJ Kellock. (I stole some random picture off google images below hehe)
Anyway, the weird thing is that the retreat centre is right opposite PSA, and the roofs of the PSA buildings freakily look like people- it reminded me of the classic Jesus walking on water scene. I REALLLLLY wanted to take lots of photos :( It was a really nice place but GUESS WHAT? I'm a good boy and handed over my phone unlike *ahem* someone who was fiddling with his ipod touch at night >< Argh. No photos of the place- only random group shots that aren't with me. Haha.
As usual, we were split into groups again (that's kind of common sense), and it was supposed to be really random, but my group was half made of people that I knew and half made of nice people that I didn't. The thing I hate about random groups is that I feel very scared that I get some crap group with no friends :S But in the end I got grouped with really nice people. [small note: I'm really glad I wasn't grouped with any of the *barbarians* that I really try to stay far away from]. Anyway my group comprised Bryan, Renee, Sandra, Mary-Anne (no idea how it's spelt, but that's my JC sister's name, so I shall spell it the only way I know), Rachel, Pauline and Damien, and our facils were Xavier and Deborah. Yay how's that for a totally boring yet seemingly necessary factual regurgitation. :P
Haha I shan't be stupid and start narrating an elaborated itinarary cos that's just stupid. But I need to say this desperately. The Mission Team of Indians as I call them are SO, SO, SO SADISTIC!!!! ARGH! There was this
torture session "game" where we had to sit in the blazing hot sun (sorry bayley, but some things cannot be tahan-ed :D)and then proceed to play this totally cruel game where we had to take turns to use our mouths to find M&Ms in a plate with a whole pile of flour. !!!!!!!! I ate so so so much flour and breathed in a whole lot and I still have this lingering feeling that I have flour in my throat/lungs somewhere and I keep coughing and it hurts :( AND we had to use chopsticks to fish out random items from milk water that looks like the fishhead bee hoon soup T_T argh.
I've come to realise that some people are really, really, really, really crazy and spoilt, crazily spoilt and so spoilt that it's crazy. Take exhibit A: Alex, who is contemplating choosing either Sally, Apple or Sapple as his confirmation name. He refused to eat any of the food and survived on his own smuggled food, 2 apples and random stuff ><
BUSINESS CLASS EVERYWHERE HE GOES, from Paris to Milan, London to KL, and he was telling me how he flew on Garuda and got a tail seat and hated it. I mean HI? That's the safest part of the plane unlike business class which is right in front -.- why do you think black boxes are at the tail of the plane and not lounging in business class? Argh AND he has this super weird fengshui ritualistic thing that is SO scary. Apparently, his blatantly flawed fengshui master made him a firm believer in the fact that "feet can't point at doors because they resemble dead bodies", and that "heads should always point to the CBD". WHATTTTTTTTTTT?????????
Anyway, the most important part of the camp was really the outpouring of the Holy Spirit and NOT some rubbish fengshui crap, and that was really, really cool/touching. It's really something that's indescribable and the annoying thing is that people who don't believe can't be persuaded into believing because you really can't say much about it. It's something you feel inside and not something you can really express well no matter how vast your vocabulary is. Oh well. I feel pretty happy and seemingly carefree now. Um. I wonder how long it will last, but oh well.
I think the last activity where we went around writing stuff on paper stuck on each other's backs was really nice. On one hand you have to trust that no one writes some crap on your paper, and on another hand there's like... haix wait never mind. I'm feeling pretty touched after reading my paper. There's really this thing that comes with writing that unleashes the unknown. I'm really surprised by the things that the people that I least expect to write write, but I think I'll keep that personal :) I'm not sure what to do with the paper but it's a very special piece of A4 paper. "Hey Andrew, Andrew is the sexiest name on Earth! Stay sexy, Andrew". Heh. Andrew Krygsman is lame but nice and super random.
I'm going to try finding all the songs we sang :D
PS: I don't think I'm shy- I'm just quiet sometimes :)
A surge of randomness at 8:45 PM, Singapore time.
touched by an angel
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Warning: This post is really long.Warning 2: Even though I don't really like talking about religious stuff publicly in the spirit of respecting other religions, I guess you'll have to bear with me today :DI'm back from camp! 3 days of tiring, fun, happiness, randomness (insert your own noun here), in this really, really, REALLY weird-feeling place. Majodi Centre is some isolated, ulu sanctum of spirituality (I magically retain my class-topping lit skills exemplified by alliteration! :O <-- rubbish), but the retreat centre at St Teresa's church is on the TOP floor of the parish house at this ancient but pretty church next to IJ Kellock. (I stole some random picture off google images below hehe)
Anyway, the weird thing is that the retreat centre is right opposite PSA, and the roofs of the PSA buildings freakily look like people- it reminded me of the classic Jesus walking on water scene. I REALLLLLY wanted to take lots of photos :( It was a really nice place but GUESS WHAT? I'm a good boy and handed over my phone unlike *ahem* someone who was fiddling with his ipod touch at night >< Argh. No photos of the place- only random group shots that aren't with me. Haha.
As usual, we were split into groups again (that's kind of common sense), and it was supposed to be really random, but my group was half made of people that I knew and half made of nice people that I didn't. The thing I hate about random groups is that I feel very scared that I get some crap group with no friends :S But in the end I got grouped with really nice people. [small note: I'm really glad I wasn't grouped with any of the *barbarians* that I really try to stay far away from]. Anyway my group comprised Bryan, Renee, Sandra, Mary-Anne (no idea how it's spelt, but that's my JC sister's name, so I shall spell it the only way I know), Rachel, Pauline and Damien, and our facils were Xavier and Deborah. Yay how's that for a totally boring yet seemingly necessary factual regurgitation. :P
Haha I shan't be stupid and start narrating an elaborated itinarary cos that's just stupid. But I need to say this desperately. The Mission Team of Indians as I call them are SO, SO, SO SADISTIC!!!! ARGH! There was this
torture session "game" where we had to sit in the blazing hot sun (sorry bayley, but some things cannot be tahan-ed :D)and then proceed to play this totally cruel game where we had to take turns to use our mouths to find M&Ms in a plate with a whole pile of flour. !!!!!!!! I ate so so so much flour and breathed in a whole lot and I still have this lingering feeling that I have flour in my throat/lungs somewhere and I keep coughing and it hurts :( AND we had to use chopsticks to fish out random items from milk water that looks like the fishhead bee hoon soup T_T argh.
I've come to realise that some people are really, really, really, really crazy and spoilt, crazily spoilt and so spoilt that it's crazy. Take exhibit A: Alex, who is contemplating choosing either Sally, Apple or Sapple as his confirmation name. He refused to eat any of the food and survived on his own smuggled food, 2 apples and random stuff ><
BUSINESS CLASS EVERYWHERE HE GOES, from Paris to Milan, London to KL, and he was telling me how he flew on Garuda and got a tail seat and hated it. I mean HI? That's the safest part of the plane unlike business class which is right in front -.- why do you think black boxes are at the tail of the plane and not lounging in business class? Argh AND he has this super weird fengshui ritualistic thing that is SO scary. Apparently, his blatantly flawed fengshui master made him a firm believer in the fact that "feet can't point at doors because they resemble dead bodies", and that "heads should always point to the CBD". WHATTTTTTTTTTT?????????
Anyway, the most important part of the camp was really the outpouring of the Holy Spirit and NOT some rubbish fengshui crap, and that was really, really cool/touching. It's really something that's indescribable and the annoying thing is that people who don't believe can't be persuaded into believing because you really can't say much about it. It's something you feel inside and not something you can really express well no matter how vast your vocabulary is. Oh well. I feel pretty happy and seemingly carefree now. Um. I wonder how long it will last, but oh well.
I think the last activity where we went around writing stuff on paper stuck on each other's backs was really nice. On one hand you have to trust that no one writes some crap on your paper, and on another hand there's like... haix wait never mind. I'm feeling pretty touched after reading my paper. There's really this thing that comes with writing that unleashes the unknown. I'm really surprised by the things that the people that I least expect to write write, but I think I'll keep that personal :) I'm not sure what to do with the paper but it's a very special piece of A4 paper. "Hey Andrew, Andrew is the sexiest name on Earth! Stay sexy, Andrew". Heh. Andrew Krygsman is lame but nice and super random.
I'm going to try finding all the songs we sang :D
PS: I don't think I'm shy- I'm just quiet sometimes :)
A surge of randomness at 8:45 PM, Singapore time.
