16th July 2002

The trip to Sentosa was wonderful. Im thankful I went along with my heart. Morning was spent ignoring calls. I dont want to talk about anything in particular. Oh, but I did. *smile* Its late now and I cant go to sleep. I'm feeling lazy at the moment though Ive a lot of work due this week. Screw that! Ive always been able to submit them so why bother worrying. Confident arent we, this late night.....(early morning)

Late evening

Streaming words thru my trash box


took the train to school again and was listening to the same tracks as yesterday, it is always on repeat. i couldnt understand why they have to increase the bus fares. why cant we get quality buses on time without the frills. what happen to those days when we could sit in one and ponder or reflect issues swirling thru our mind? now, you couldnt even get a snooze, with the tv mobile blaring silly sitcoms and videoclips. i dont want that. all i want are decent transports. read in the papers that some transport minister said that the increase in fares was to keep and sustain the standards of these pathetic buses.


sat thru four hours of lesson. we had to watch a couple of videos ranging from those short classics to recent indie films. some of the activities were fun. we had to recognize some of the flicks george screened on the pathetic tv. i could only remember a few .. casablanca, dirty dancing, ET, singing in the rain, mary poppins, breakfast at tiffany.. blah blah! my partner ( we had to pair up) had to stare at me and describe me in three sentences.. and guess what? he said that i looked like a suicidal dreamer, a trendy individual and that im looking.. wat the fuck does tat mean, huh? that, im always spaced out and suicidal? do you see any cuts on me? fuck it man! and what in the world does that last few words mean? that im looking? huh? im lost.. so was george! talk about perceptions.. is that what im projecting to society? so, we learned how to write decent story lines that captivate audiences. what do you call those caption thingiee.. those 3 line that suppose to capture a reader to watch a film or rent a video? damn! i know i should have copied my notes. oh well, i didnt. there's always someone's i could print from..


i dont have any classes tomorrow which is a relief! i need my sleep.. i seem to be facing difficulties in sleeping these past few weeks. was staring at the ceiling till 5am yesterday. its amazing that i was able to stay awake to day and now. went to KAP with azri and razin for dinner. we were basically rambling about nothing and everything, if you get what im saying. discussing the propaganda singapore is drowning in, the israel and palestian affair and how crappy america is. we moved on to how a few of our lecturers were dismissed .. poor them, i say! i still cant believe they fired (rumour) a brilliant activist, kalinga! so he was anti-westerners and their influences on us, asian. so he was exiled from sri lanka because of his views.. he was a brilliant columnist and is respectable in australia. he even won the United Nations award for his activities.. shit happens! but why him?

razin had an assigment due this week so he brought his SLR camera with him. he was suppose to shot some scenes that he 'feels'. he is suppose to 'love' them and it has to be in daylight as using flash is not allowed. it is suppose to be in black and white.. have to have depth and meaning..

i took the bus home inspite these complaints. i still like sitting by myself listening to my md and staring thru the windows. it is relaxing and im sure you'll agree.

three screenplays are due these 2 weeks as well as signing up for a seminar. pleh! ive to write a report on that.. i wonder how many percent of my total grade that'll be..

Something to think about....

I think there is a certain tendancy among reformed folk to treat faith as an intellectual issue. Henceforth, conversations about faith become conversations about the precise meaning of grace and epistimology. But my dear brothers and sisters, we have forgotten that faith is an experiencial. People are not intimidated when talking about personal experience, they are only intimidated when our faith becomes an exercise for us to demonstrate our knowledge of theological constructs. As Tozer said, " Between the scribe who has read and the prophet who has seen there is a difference as wide as the sea. We are today overrun with orthodox scribes, but the prophets, where are they?."

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