I fainted, but I was prepared for it

I fainted, the second time in my life.
The funny thing is, my mom didn't believe me when I told her I was going to faint.

After months of not touching my drumset, I found the opportunity to whack them again last night, since I was home early for once.

I played for about 15 mins when I got so fed up with the high-hat I decided to adjust it. To my frustration, I loosened the screw and the entire middle rod dropped into the stand, nowhere to be found. I held up the stand to get the rod out, when the careless me lost grip of the top cymbal, and "CHANG!" it crashed onto my little toe.

Immediately I looked down to check if my toe was still intact. Thank God, it didn't get cut off by the thin edges of the cymbal. I moved out from the drum throne.. and lo, blood was gushing out, dripping all over my mommy's previous marble white floor.

WAIT wait a minute. What has this gotta do with me fainting?

I limped briskly from the room, across the living room and kitchen to the toilet, blood dripping all over.

By the time I was in the toilet, my vision blurred.
It was like the first time I fainted.
Dark spots, blinding lights. I held onto the toilet door...

"Mom, is it lose too much blood, think I'm going to faint."
"No la..won't faint la.."

I prayed in my heart, "Lord, help me don't let me fall."

Slowly I lean against the door, sat down. And fainted.

And I woke up. Nobody knew. -_-"

But I'm feeling fine already... I keep laughing at myself, so accident prone.

At the same time, I know its the devil getting me distracted and careless, so that I will hurt myself and not be able to perform etc.
I find that time and time again, I've gotten myself into all these stupid accidents
and sometimes I feel really URGH.
But that is also a result of me not being alert.

I need to pray for protection, a sharp mind and better body control.

On a lighter note, this must be a sign... A sign to get new hardware or new drumset. Muahahaha.

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5 more weeks to end of attachment

Weeeee~~~

Happy Birthday Meiqi....

It's just 15 mins before the Meiqi's birthday ends...




May the smile on your face shine continually... Happy Birthday!

Haha.. nice man this one. Was playing around the camera when i found them in their positions. This shot was almost candid, but eventually I had to ask them to pose for me.

NDP 06

WEE its over.... FINALLY...
It's been a great time - 4 months of training have paid off, as Strikeforce left behind a legacy in the history of National Day Parade... the last year that it is held at the National Stadium before it is gone...forever.

For the past years, I've never even bothered to watch NDP.. but this year's NDP, it will certainly stay with me for a long time.
Didnt take much pictures...

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la dee dumx.

Wee!

I just got my 13.3 inch MacBook! It is so pretty and I can't get my hand off it..

So here I am punching in the alphabets on the soft spongy keyboard.

Spent time with jiejie again..Shared about our lives with each other.
We prayed for each other and I was so touched by her prayer for me - it was so detailed and I could sense how much she loves me and the immense hope she holds for my future.

For all those who can, please persevere in prayer with us - I want my sister to be happy again, to lead a fruitful marriage life that overflows with the blessings of God.

ANYWAY, I shook President SR Nathan's hands today!
We were invited to the launch of the new Jurong Bird Park entrance(duh) and African Wetlands Bird and Buddies show - President Nathan was the GOH.

I was hopeful of taking a photo with him...but Mr Nathan was flocked by the media chirpers the moment he arrived.

Here are the shots I managed to take.











this sure looks like a paparazzi shot.







These guys - wow african drummers. they are holding some percussion instruments..The shakers, the bell...

Wait wait a minute
what's that?!? a plastic Bone?

I was rather excited, ready with the camera on "record" mode, the emcee announced that once the drums start the President will make his entrance. I stared intently, waiting for the emcee to announce the President's arrival. Finally. "Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together..." I pressed the "record" button. To my dismay, those african drummers did not do a ra-ra opening, nor did they perform - they basically shaked and clicked whatever they were holding in their hands. No doubt, those random actions produced a somewhat rhythm, but I was super sorry for the organisers who paid them the X amount of $$ to wear tribal costumes and to stand around.

To my utter disgust, I overheard somebody say they were actually African footballers. No wonder it appeared to me that when I saw their manager, I recognised him as a local soccer team manager. I thought that this guy had switched his job to managing artistes.
Don't be mistaken. I am not against the African race, because I have two really cool South African friends! I am against the fact that they pay footballers to pose as performers! Your audience is not stupid for goodness sake. It is true that Africans are always associated with rhythms and yes, music is in their blood. BUT STILL.. they were basically hired to model at the event, their presence (dressed with the costumes) added value to the photo opportunities.


Ah. I'm too critical.
I'm kinda like analysing the marketing efforts here. By the way, Robert Kwan from McDonald's now sits on the Jurong Bird Park board as Chairman. My supervisor told me that he is a demanding boss, and working under him would require me to work 20 times harder! And of course, the demands would be paid off by the eventual marketing success.

But back to the event - each VIP was given a goodie bag - a paperbag containing a postcard set, an exquisite handmade house(made with branches and scrapes of wood) and a cardboard fan. As a collector of postcards, I was delighted to find 14-pc postcard set in the bag. As I peeled off the plastic covering, my boss said, "those postcards don't even show anything educational."

I burst out laughing when I opened the cardboard flap of the postcard package:



AM i delighted to find my friends Vulcan the Vulture, Pedro the Pelican, Swanee the Swan & company!
....... I had to share the laugh with Ariel. Mascots are good, but 14 furry-human-sized-powerrangerbaddies-looking creatures do not exactly represent Jurong Bird Park!!!!!!!!!!!

hahahahahahaha...

love my friends

No man is an island, and it is so true that on the Maslow's hierachy of needs, one of these needs is love and belonging. All of us will just die - without the concern from people, without feeling a sense of belonging to this world.

And it is love that keeps people together. I'm guilty of loving all you people out there!

haahahahah....the speech of a rock star wannabe.

I was touched when I read this in my yummy Cheesie's blog. I'm glad God used me to make a difference in her life, and I'm glad she continues to believe in the friendship that we have, though I seldom get to see her these days. (Thank you for the shirt you bought for me)

Aw tis testimony was like 2 yrs ago, then we were not very close. Though we share different interest, has different dress sense and were from a different church BUT I am so touched she understands me. It just proves that she loves me for who I am and her sincerity for a quality friendship. Can't imagine how life will be without her encouragement..never fail to enlighten me in conversations. She'll never get irritated by saying 'aiya you think too much, life is lidat, we can't do anythin!' I am declaring that without her support, I would have been the low self- esteem pure and original Chicago cheescake (the better of the best cheesecake!) that envies berry cheescake which looks slightly red and brighter but is more fattening. Love you my dear Chuckie!

Love you too, Cheesie!

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i've been on this topic too many times
i feel i've failed as a friend sometimes
the same questions been asked
the answers given, i'm sorry i've disappointed you much
i really am

while on my pursuit of passion and selfish dreams
you told me i was too busy for you
that statement stung my heart, as I searched deeper

Thanks for believing in me

- this is dedicated to my friend Jesus, and especially Evelyn, Roy, Dan, Celest, Vanesa, and my cellgroup members and ALL my friends and MY sister.

I rejoice in the past

Search engines are the most amazing things that happened.
They allow you to find anything and everything and for all those who blog, be careful of what you write because you'll never know - your boss might just be reading the entry you bitched about him.

Anyway, somebody found my old blog. I read it and found it refreshing that I wrote this in 2004.

"I wonder all the time.. Why? Reality is harsh. Relationships are delicate issues that we all should handle with great care. Emotion is God's wonderful creation, and without that we would be a zombie nation wouldn't we. It is great to love and a joy to care and give your all for somebody you love..But maybe at this point of time God wants me to share my love with others around me, rather than concentrating my 100% on a single person? "
Monday, October 20, 2004 09:56 p.m.


I'm glad that I've thoroughly gotten over the ex.
I'm glad that I no longer cry and get depressed when I watch Smallville or any other teen movies.
I'm glad that I'm healed and living for His purpose!

He assured me

A beautiful Saturday morning I woke up
Not with a grouch nor with a sigh
I opened my eyes to be greeted by the beauty of His presence in my life
There was no hurry to get to work
There was no alarm to chase me off the bed
Just the sound of the chirping birds
Oh, FOR ONCE I could wake up late!

Out I went, nestled on the cosy sofa
my dad came by to ask me about some stuff
the conversation moved on
he shared with me
The years he's sacrificed to make things happen
The fears he's prevented us from having because he toiled hard to earn

I listened intently
I stared at his wrinkles, admiring
I've never felt so proud of my dad before

I'm sorry dad
I never took the time to hear
After 19 years
I've finally learnt
you're a respectable father, one whom I must cherish.
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Just in my last post I mentioned about how much I cried during last week's father's day sermon because I've never felt loved by my dad.

Pastor preached that fathers should give attention, assurance, affection and approval to their child. I was seriously sad that Sunday, after hearing that sermon, because I've not experience any of those from my dad.

BUT the Lord is good, He knows this emptiness in me, and one week later, I find myself having this conversation with my earthly dad. There are so many things that I did not know about.. So much he's given to ensure my siblings and I were brought up well. WOW.

And God really assured my dad's love for me through this one coversation.

LOVE my Heavenly Father and my dad.




Countdown: 13 more weeks to end of internship

A Child Lives What He Learns

A Child Lives What He Learns

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise, he learns appreciation.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world.

by Dorothy Law Nolte 1972

I find this poem to be so true, as I observe the upbringings of myself and people around me.
I come under the hostility category.

Pastor shared this poem during Father's Day weekend service last week.
Throughout the sermon, my eyes were wet and I had to keep those wretched tears from rolling down.

I've learnt to fight for what I've wanted.. Was just having a chat with my supervisor this morning
when she asked if my parents spoiled me, since I was the baby of the family.

I went, "No! They didn't let me play basketball, they didn't let me go church, they didn't let me play drums!"
My supervisor, "Yet you did that all!"

Yes, I fought for what I wanted through much tears, screams, beatings etc.
All these also wouldn't have been possible without my sister who has always supported me in everything I've done.

During that Father's Day sermon, Pastor was sharing how one could be a better father.
The more he shared, the more I couldn't control the tears.
The truth is, as a child, there was an unfulfilled need for affection and assurance from my parents.
Through the years, I've grown to take aggresiveness and hostility from my family as a norm.
Not saying that my parents are bad, but as a family, we're so used to hostility that we forget that shouting at each other is rude,
forget that as humans we need words of affirmation etc.

It was probably a good thing that I was brought up in this manner, hence learn to fight for the things I believe in.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have stayed on in church when my mom threatened me or accused me.
Can't imagine what horrrendous stuff I would have fought for if I wasn't in church.

Thank God, for the way He has wired me..that has made me become the person that I am today.

I've become stronger, through it all.

Proverbs 20:30 "Blows that hurt cleanse away evil as do stripes the inner depths of the heart."

Anyway.. I'm just super jealous of this 6-year old kid called Emma..
Her mommy calls her everyday on the phone and tells her she is a good girl when she reads her book, the phone call always ends with "I love you".

I know that things will get better at home.

jules: You want to be with him, don't you?

bestie: I want to be with him so much.. I want everything to go slow... I want us to go slow... so that if we end up together, we'll have all the time in the world..

jules: wow..


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That statement came out so naturally from my friend.. How true it is.

I know of many that get into boy-girl relationships soon after they discover mutual feelings of admiration for each other.
But little did these people also consider that being in a BGR is more than just having someone to cuddle or spend time with.

It's a commitment that says, "Hey.. I'm willing to lay down my life for you."

Yes, it sounds a tad too serious. But I've always believed that when one enters a relationship, he/she should already be thinking about sharing their future together. Otherwise what for be in a relationship?

I've heard too much about guys that want to be in a relationship and yet are not ready to commit themselves.
During the happy times, he whispers sweet nothings.
When he gets too busy, he will be too busy to even reply your sms.
Not having the maturity when confronted, he gets offended easily and starts accusing.

MEN, if you're not even able to control your emotions how can you be a good husband?
Stop being childish, and try to understand your girlfriend/wife when they try to communicate their feelings to you!
When she tells you that some stranger has complimented her, WAKE UP YOUR IDEA and stop thinking that she is interested in that stranger. SHE wants you to be proud of her!
When she asks you why your female friend calls you so late, why do you get agitated?

Where there is no communication, there is no relationship.


Ok this is drifting away from where the post started and I'm getting too angry for my beloveds who are in the above situations.

Anyway. I'm still amazed by the statement my friend made.

Be Bold, Be Daniel

It's been more than two weeks since I've last written..
For the past weeks, I've been scrambling from place to place, coping with a few hours of sleep daily. The deadly stress infection has since happily peppered themselves over my forehead, forming what u call pimples.
Though it seemed impossible to me when I look back now, but YES, I have survived and EMERGED stronger.

By His grace, these things happened in the last two weeks:

- I managed to put together an appreciation dinner for my Singapore Youth Science Festival committee, after tedious negotiations for venue and gifts. They loved the location and the food.
My supervisor and GM were pleased..

- Perform different 6 sequences for launch of sports beverage, Activade. Out of which the six, three I've never done in my life. It was totally a miracle for me to have even memorised these in the midst of my busy schedule, but thank God, the gig turned out well.

- Chiong all the sessions for Emerge! (except for one which I woke up late, that is)
Also honoured to play on the new UDMs for the opening and finale night...
Beyond the colorful lights and water that supposedly make us look good or "glam", we were not there just to perform, nor to hype up the congregation. We were really there, as ministers to the congregation. It was not about the strokes, nor how good everything looked, it was the spirit that we carried, the spirit of joy and passion, the spirit of God, most importantly.
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Emerge was awesome.
Pastor has never failed to shock us again and again, and this time I was really shocked when Kelly Poon was introduced on stage. Then Junyang, then TAUFIK!!!

Taufik was ssooooooo HAWT. urhm. ok sidetrack.
yeap. you're reading this right. They performed at church.
For the religious, this would be totally ridiculous.
For the Elohim-spirit(creative spirit) led, this was a bold move that worked wondrous ways.
On one hand, it was an opportunity that these celebrities would be open to the house of God and experience the goodness in it.
On the other, it was a reminder/inspiration to the congregation that with His word and Him, we're even able to even do exceedingly, above what these celebrities have done.

God has given this church the vision to be in the marketplace, and the leaders have taken many shockingly bold steps in the course of following this vision. Steps that risk controversy, steps that many rather avoid to accomodate to the standards of the world. I'm so proud of them.
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15 weeks to end of attachment

This link is for the coverage of the National Youth Leaders Conference (previous post.)http://youth.sg/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=794&Itemid=28

Young Leaders Conference

It's been a great honour to serve Him with Strikeforce.

It was the morning of 20 May, Saturday. These kids, dressed in the school uniforms, representatives from many secondary schools and JCs in Singapore.
They came together, for the Young Leaders Conference.

Strikeforce was invited to open the event for the day.
At 9:55am, we were ready in our positions, bold and full of zest.
The ever familiar whistle blew, and we strutted in with spacejam beats, leading the way for Minister - Prime Minister's Office, Lim Swee Say.

The sleepy, non-responsive crowd woke up and began cheering.

After playing the grand entrance for the minister, we moved on to the stage to start our item. The silence broke, once again. Sporadic screams of excitement came at junctures of the performance. Man, this is one of the most responsive frenzied audience ever!

The youths, they are the pillars of the country. Amongst these youth leaders, there are many potential entrepreneurs, ministers, opinion leaders. Strikeforce, carrying the spirit of God, was there. When they cheered, they truly cheered for the works of God. We were merely availing ourselves and the little that we have to offer. But the Lord has used us, to stir the hearts and emotions of these young leaders.

It's great to be on stage.. but there is a price to pay to be God's chosen.

1 Thess 1:3-5
"remembering without ceasing your work of faith, labor of love, and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ in the sight of our God and Father, knowing, beloved brethren, your election by God. For our gospel did not come to you in word only, but also in power, and in the Holy Spirit and in much assurance.."

After the conference ended, Val met some juniors from AHS...they went..."WOW... You are from Strikeforce?" In my heart, I was like, "WOW...God, You've used us to make a difference."


For from Strikeforce, the word of the Lord has sounded forth, not only in Macedonia and Achaia, but also in every place. (1 Thess 1:8)

Billy Cobham drum clinic 17 May

Got a free ticket to watch Billy Cobham in action, thanks to Aloy. Was thrilled to receive his msg at around 5pm last Wed (17 May), when the show would be at 730pm.

Took a picture with the legend. He told me he started playing since he was three. !?!!?! man. I wished I had started earlier.

It was held at Balmoral Plaza, some ulu mall (think Peninsula) at Bukit Timah. It was at this something Silver Pub (think small shady pub in Far East). Kinda taken aback to find out that the drum clinic hosting this international act was really in there.

The show was good! Learnt a few things:

• Volumes of playing can create different vibes
• Training the left hand to be a lead in playing - practise stroking with heavy textbook on the lefty
• Tuning of drums to create the kind of environment suited for personal preference
• Using two drumsticks on both hands on the drumset (like mallet players)
• Try wacky stuff like sticking a drumstick in the middle of the highhat
• You could be playing a simple rhythm, but if you get people in the crowd bopping in the head with you, you're on the right track.

Of course that was not all that I got from the show. The display of his groove on the drums, the way he knew how to make his drums work for him, not the other way around.

I wanna learn to play these simultaneously - double on my right foot, rhumba clave on my left hand, shuffle on my right hand, and quarter open close high-hat on my left food.

Anyway, really grateful that Aloysius invited me for the show. and Val for accompanying me.

Countdown : 19 more weeks to the end of attachment

been having migraine ever since I started attachment.

Lord, you are my fortress, my strength, my ever present help in times of need.

Jehovah Shammah, always with me, I need you. so much.

love my sis

Bought bLAST!

woke up this morning excited to watch it, but my VCD player died.

wanted to watch on my computer instead, but first there was hard disk failure and when I could finally on my comp, there was not enough memory.

Ranted to my sis and she drove me to her house to so that I could watch my vcd.

To my dismay, I left disc one in my comp's CD Drive.

What a blur baboon. Thank God there's still a second disk, but the battery battle was in the first disc.

Nevertheless, it was a great time fellowshipping with my sister.

She may be 16 years older but we share our joys and cries together.

We understand each others' pain and passion

She helped me squeeze my pimples hahaha.. I told her about the guy I have a crush on..

I miss the times we could jam together in my house, her on the piano, me on drums

Love her so much, I respect this lady, who's been a great influence in my life, who's brought me to church as a kid, who's sparked my interest in music, who's taken good care of me, and supported me in all my interests and passion, and I am who I am today, because of her.

I wouldn't be playing drums if not for her.
She could have spent all that money on her piano lessons instead of my drum lessons.

this is dedicated to you Sophia.
I love you sister.

Emerge 06 is coming!!

I'm really looking forward to it.
And this year I won't miss POS because it is at night!!

WEEE.

Anyone who happens to need a schedule of the events
you can download it here. I'm such an addict to excel now I did up this to circulate to my cell members. ahahaa

okie bye.

I'm sitting here, stoning
My mind's in a whirl, the entire morning
So many things to be
I've only myself to convince
that I'm not just a kid
I'm a warrior for the glorious King

I see the gleam in the enemy's eyes
ready to wrestle the doubts in my heart
Picking up the five stones with my hands
I flung with all my strength, confessing Jesus with my mouth

The enemy will never win this war

2 Cor 4:8-11 We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed;
we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken;
struck down, but not destroyed--
always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus,
that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body.
For we who live are always delivered to death for Jesus' sake,
that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh.

Identity crisis

I feel so small

amongst the sea of strange faces

smiles were everywhere

exchanges of compliments and handshakes

mingling around with drinks and their cakes

I was just a fly buzzing past their sight

they came together for a good cause

the rich, the elites, the execs

showing their support to change the world, it seemed

in fact, it was work obligation that roped them in

the clock struck 12

the aristocrat crowd dispersed in an instant

I stood there

still feeling small

Welcome to the real world

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Lord, help me grow up

I'm not a kid no more

But the Lord said to me: "Do not say, 'I am a youth,' For you shall go to all to whom I send you, And whatever I command you, you shall speak.

The Scarlet, boutique hotel

The first week of my attachment has been quite alright... other than having problems to wake up early and having to deal with an identity crisis.

Official time for work is 7:45am - 5:15pm, but working hours can extend beyond that depending on whether you get your work done.

I'm not just a kid now, I'm not just a student, I'm an adult, I'm a PR person for *****. It got me really stressed up knowing that there are various events coming up that I would have to organise.... and ***** being a huge MNC gets approached for many sponsorship requests...I would have to reject these, some of which seem desperate to me.

But I know it's gonna be fun!
Going out to events and meeting BIG people.
Scary.

Gotta stretch my mind and think myself in terms of the bigger picture....

We had department lunch at The Scarlet on Wed....
It's the most wonderful place I've ever been to!
The place is red and black and all velvety!

We stood at the door, and this man opened it, for a moment I thought it was Count Dracula.

He is huge and very tall, dressed in a long trenchcoat.

"Hi y'all", he said.

I stepped into the lobby and my eyes opened wide. "I love this place, it's red and black", I chirped. In the lounge area divided into portions with different themes, there were huge vintage armchairs and florrid deco.

We were transported to another world. You feel sensuality oozing from the atmosphere surrounding.

It was a set lunch $28 per person, paid by the company.

The food was really good, appetiser/soup, main course and dessert.

But too bad I didn't take any pictures of any.

And I lou-saied the next day, green yucky stuff. My colleagues didn't though.

The toilet was pretty.

If anyone has money lying around looking to pamper yourself or family or friend(s), this is the place.

http://www.thescarlethotel.com/#

Got the pictures off their website.

SERIOUSLY, the pictures don't tell alot. You have to be there to experience it.

It's a haven to feel pampered.

Have you seen her

her jet black tresses fall upon those delicate shoulders
like rippling waves, they frame her fair face
in heels and skirt
she walks the streets
many strange eyes are entranced by her beauty

Nobody sees her
Nobody hears

exuding innocence and elegance
she takes dainty steps
beyond the placid disposition
those beaming eyes across the porcelain complexion
they tell a story

Yet nobody sees
Nobody hears

their eyes are on her
but has anybody seen

the scars she suffered
in her tender heart
on her slender wrists
Dejection has long killed her
its the empty shell they see


will you be the one to bring her hope
or will you judge her like everybody else
Bring her back to arms of her loving Father

Have you seen her?
Have you heard?

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This is dedicated to my friend.

There are many people around us who appear to be happy and doing well. However, many of these people have unmet needs or even major problems in their lives.

Sad to say, these people might be people we meet everyday, in school, at work, or even our family members. Who would have known that behind the shenanigans of the class joker, there are struggles from a broken family; that behind the hard-driven cheerleading star, there are depression issues from an abusive relationship?

Pst Tan preached a great sermon today! I was really stirred up.
All of us are indeed one body and we're created with different personalities for a reason.

Anyway, thanks for the concern about my wound everybody!
I removed the stitches this morning, thank God it did not hurt at all!

Praying for miracle healing, for the scar to go away and hair to grow back on my brow!

3 stitches in my eyebrow

I've never seen so much blood in my hands before.

The dent on my forehead, did I break my skull?
No I can't let it bleed anymore.
Did the impact affect my eyesight?
I looked ahead, my vision was clear.
I need an ambulance. I need to get home. My parents need to know.

I walked.
The two men were having a chat at the void deck. They looked at me as I walked past with my right hand pressing on my temple.
Don't look at my bloody mess, I thought in my heart.
Somebody please bring me home now.
A malay couple walked past me... I turned back..holding my wound in grimace
"Excuse me, can you please bring me to my home..I live on the 8th storey?"

The lady took my arm and held me as her boyfriend walked ahead swiftly.

They asked me if I was beaten up.

"No...I fell."

My heart raced with my feet down the steps as we approached my unit.

"Mom. I fell down and am bleeding. Need to go hospital."

Her answers were the most perplexing shouts and screams you wouldn't want to hear at 1am, especially when you have a bleeding head.

I thanked the Malay couple briefly and they left.

(in Mandarin)"Don't play drums anymore, so many things've happened since u play drums."

My heart burned with frustration.. "Please bring me to the hospital now."

She was flustered... went to the kitchen, brought me a few pieces of cotton.

So we went.

I was calm and knew what to do until her repeated accusations made tears surface.
It's not the drums.

I went ahead and made registration at the counter.. and there it goes.. the long wait at the hospital before treatment.

I just needed to rant and cry.

I blamed myself for being careless.
The funny thing is that I knew I shouldn't have gone out. There was no peace in my heart. Even when we got on the train, there was something in me that asked me to go home and not hang out. Despite the turmoil in my heart, I decided to defy it and go anyway.

And another thing is, I met my 14 year old niece in the morning and happened to look at her scar below the eyebrow and wondered to myself how she got it.

So now I know, that was the Holy Spirit speaking and telling me not to hang out. I chose to disobey it and with that I had to bear the consequences of a broken eyebrow.

Lord, I thank You for Your protection, that I didn't suffer a broken skull or injure my eyes.

e269, thanks for your concern and praying in the middle of the night when u heard about my accident.

Mom Dad, thanks for going to hospital with me and staying with me until 4am.

Kaili, thanks for hearing me rant and comforting me on the phone during my long wait at the hospital.

The malay couple, thanks for bringing me home..I can't imagine what would have happened if I met some crook.


Will need to go to polyclinic everyday to dress the wound.. and the stitches would be removed on Saturday.

No more nice eyebrows my mom said.