Back.

Am so, so, happy that I finally got to attend The Zone this year. I’ve missed Hillsong United for two years in a row, and today’s conference/concert was truly God-breathed, truly anointed, and truly refreshed my mind in the revelation of why I live and why I serve. Joel Houston’s sharing during the workshop was the real, raw and honest truth. It came from a man of God who had lived much, seen much, had his ups and downs, and came back to the point of humility. It was full of wisdom, full of truth, and just the overwhelming peace one feels deep in the Spirit when you know you are hearing words from a man who knows God’s heart.

Enjoyed God’s lavish, overwhelming presence. Enjoyed the renewing of mind. Just totally enjoyed being in the place of rest, being reminded of His grace. Being reminded that it is not I who first goes to him, but Him who first came to me.

Now I truly understand the meaning of the phrase – “Everything you do in your life is a response to what Jesus has first done for you.”

We love because He first loved us.

We can love only because He first loved us.

We think too much of ourselves, that we do not realize how much God is actually holding us up until we taste what life is like without Him.

Solution.

Lord, let this be my anthem for the rest of my life.

Let me not live a single day forgetting why I’m here. Let me not forget the purpose of my God-given life. Let me catch Your heart in every action I pursue, in every decision I make, in every breathe I take.

Let me never forget that I am nothing without you.

That my life is nothing if not for the grace of God.

Hillsong United – Solution

It is not a human right
To stare not fight
While broken nations dream
Open up our eyes, so blind
That we might find the mercy for the need

Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey now
As we hold to our confession

It is not too far a cry
Too much to try to help the least of these
Politics will not decide if we should rise
And be your hands and feet

Singing
Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey now
As we hold to our confession

Whoa-oo-ooh
God, be the solution
Whoa-oo-ooh
We will be your hands and be your feet

Higher than our circumstance
Your promise and your love for all to see
Higher than the protest lines and dollar signs
Your love is all we need

Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey now
As we hold to our confession

Whoa-oo-ooh
God, be the solution
Whoa-oo-ooh
We will be your hands and be your feet

Whoa-oo-ooh
God, be the solution
Whoa-oo-ooh
We will be your hands and be your feet
Whoa Yeah

Only you can mend the broken heart
And cause the blind to see
Erase complete the sinner’s past
And set the captives free

Only you can take the widow’s cry
And cause her heart to see
Be a Father to the fatherless
Our Saviour and our King

We will be your hands
We will be your feet
We run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place we will be your light,
We will be you light
We will sing

Hello, goodbye.

Walter often exaggerates. Today I found out first hand that sometimes it is not exaggeration. He is also often dramatic.

We were to watch 18 grams of Love, which I thought would be something nice to catch on psy’s good report of the show. Liz also needs to watch something that isn’t an animated Disney movie once in a while, too.

But it was not to be, because Walter ended up in quite a dramatic faint after dinner. So we never quite made it to Sinema Old School. Yeah, it was quite scary, and as Weiliang said, of course I’d end up blogging about it LAH.

It was a good thing Zed was there because it was just him, me and Walter at that point and if Walter fainted in front of me I would seriously, seriously freak out. But he did half collapse on Zed and crumpled into a heap on the lift floor. He was so ashen white and unresponsive. Zed was in full medic mode which was probably the most reassuring part of it because uhhh if the combination was me, WL and Walter I think Walter would be done for. =X

And Walter said that since he doesn’t blog, I need to help him emphasize the fact that he vividly heard his lime juice being thrown into the bin by Zed with a loud thud when we exited the lift. Can’t blame us dude, Zed was carrying his guitar and SLR and laptop after all.

So since we missed the show and Walter was feeling really guilty/terrible about it after that, we somehow ended up watching Bolt, which I’d watched but they hadn’t. Enjoyed it, again. Rhino the hamster is AWESOMEZ.

And a coupla days ago was Jason’s Commissioning Parade, a proud moment for us all.

Pictures are on facebook, but here’s one anyway.

Don’t think I’ll get to attend another one, unless, maybe if Philip gets into OCS, yes Philip?

Encountering Jesus.

Back from EJ4 camp and it was a totally, amazing experience for me as a server. Was so blessed in so many ways in this capacity, looking at the youths getting hungry for a touch of His presence, watching them run with the Word and take the blessings by force.

It was my honour to have shared this experience with the DARE youths. Many things I got to see, emotions I got to feel and environment I got to experience are encounters I would never have had in an Arrow setting.

The sweetest and most poignant part about DARE camp was how much of a deja vu it was and how similar it all felt to the TeenZeal camps I went to as a teenager and couldn’t fully enjoy for so many reasons – self-consciousness, depression, loneliness… etc. But this time, 6 years down the road, it was such a sweet, sweet feeling to be here in the same setting and enjoying myself  so so so much.

My Daddy God is awesome. Although Pastor Benjamin just took over recently and this is his first camp with them, you can truly sense the mantle that he has over the lives of youths. Sure they were unused to his style at first – or the ‘Arrow’ style of things as we Arrow peeps know it. But towards the end of camp you could really sense a change, a new awakening and a spark in this generation that they will be hungry for God, and they will be the generation that is bold and unafraid to speak out, that will clear out the hospitals, heal the sick, and the blind. And be God’s hands and feet in a lost and dying, crying, sighing world.

Really enjoyed talking to God at this camp, and just helping out wherever I could whenever I could… Totally exhausted though. The youths have so much uninhibited energy. Think of what happens when they channel it towards God’s kingdom! Awesome.

This camp is definitely one of the best experiences of 2008 for me. Such a time of refreshing, such leisurely conversation with God even though on the outward we’re always busy looking out for the youths and being available to assist during ministering. But I just felt so loved these four days. And I know that when I look after God’s business, He looks after mine. There were a number of things I was trusting Him for at camp, and I just know that He will settle every last one of them.

Going to get more sleeping hours now.

I needz it. Lolol.

Musings.

Running on two hours of sleep makes one especially cranky, alert, atuned to things normally blunted by full consciousness, and other blah de dah.

Am just back from CI Club chalet. Sorry I missed out the obligatory post-exam celebration post. I did not deem it necessary.

Few pictures of humans. The most interesting creatures there were the cats.

In fact, only one picture didn’t have cats.

This:

WKWSCI Anti-Rain Totem.

For all our being critical, doubting and down-to-earth Communications students… we still rely on the most primitive guard against the weather. Chili, and onion onna stick. (-_-”)

(This post, which was started at 11.55am, will now resume at 4.40pm after Lizzy took a much needed nap).

Okay, yes, so I didn’t get much sleep. Not a surprise.

But here’s some pictures of cats anyway.

Kitty sleeping on my lap.

I dubbed this fella the Super Manja Cat because thats what he is. This morning he wandered in and started curling up, first on Jin, mine then eventually Pedro’s lap, and happily went to sleep. He was even making little kitty snores for the good part of the hour that he was on my lap.

*Zzzz*

Super duper manja… but well the best was still Pedro’s attempt at taking pictures of kitty while kitty was strategically… placed.

There's something on my...

Priceless. Especially when Kitty kicked Pedro… uuhm, somewhere…sometime later.

Don’t feel like posting pictures of the baked stuff today…

Anyway, now that I’ve had my nap I’m no longer running on 2hours of sleep. Hence my mental alertness has veered back into the realm of ‘conscious’. It means all the running thoughts that were doing more exercises in my head than I myself ever would, has been numbed, somewhat.

Just a question then, to be annoyingly enigmatic.

Have you ever thought about how things would be different if you had waited?

FISH.

Days in the office pass pretty fast and bring me closer and closer to Friday.

Anyway, something perfectly traumatic just happened and is probably the most interesting thing to have ever happened to me in the office yet. :S

Was minding my own business having a chat with Mr H at Mr T’s table, staring at the fish tank with its array of short-lived fishies attempting to kill each other off like they always do.

And I noticed that Mr T had placed a large piece of transparent tape to cover most of the top of the tank, presumably in case the fish ever decided they wanted to do dolphin jumps and unfortunately find themselves on dry land.

The tape was really sticky, and I was amusing myself with the thought of the fish doing Free Willy leaps and finding itself stuck onto the tape because obviously, if you couldn’t get out of the tank, jumping would leave you on the tape.

While absentmindedly laughing to myself amidst Mr H’s horror at my morbidity (I mean, yes, its terrible if the fish die. But the prospect of such an unfortunate death, you have to admit, is black humour), one of the fish (all of which spend their time lunging at each other trying to chew each other up anyway), in its bid to escape the evil clutches of another, did a magnificent, noisy leap, managed to miss the sticky tape which covered MOST of the surface area of the top of the tank, and landed on the table right next to my arm, eliciting, of course, what else, but the loudest shriek I could ever be possessed upon to utter while as the same time doing a highly acrobatic leap across the area of the cubicle, as far away from the fish tank as the wall would have allowed me to go.

Mr H turns around, sees the fish, and then proceeds to let out the a shriek not dissimilar to mine. :S

Panic ensues and fishy decides to do its own acrobatic flop from the table and onto the floor amidst much frantic and wild-eyed expressions exchanged between me and Mr H. Clever Mr H picks up a plastic bag. A plastic bag. Well, he picks up the plastic bag after being paralysed long enough to see fishy do a few more pathetic floppy fish leaps on the floor.

Since it was quite obvious that neither of us were going to go near the flopping exhibit despite being armed with a plastic bag, I grabbed the nearest person who seemed most-likely-to-be-less-hesistant-about-rescuing-cold-slimy-moving-creature-from-the-floor…. KM, who was minding his own business three cubicles away.

Hilarity ensues as KM takes over the plastic bag from Mr H and hovers near fish with obvious cluelessness and reluctance. Mr H is frantically shouting in the background: “You just came out from OCS, you deal with the fish!”. While the hapless reply from KM was: “Uh.. but I’m not from infantry…” as he attempted, with plastic bag held open, to wait for the fish to flop high enough to land in the bag.

At least one minute had passed since fishy discovered ground-that-wasn’t-wet. And while the seeming irrelevance of the entire conversation played out in my mind, tears streamed down my face because I’m a wuss and totally incapable of not tearing under such panicky circumstances.

But anyway, after several attempts, fishy did ‘jump’ high enough to land in the comically oversized Giant Supermarket plastic bag and KM then did the honourable duty of trying to dump fishy back into the tank from the plastic bag. By then I was quite convinced that fishy would have been quite, quite dead.

Fortunately, fishy was not.

After a mild struggle with the bag, KM finally managed to get the surprisingly-still-alive creature back into its watery habitat, and the poor fella immediately cowered in the corner of the tank, resting heavily on a certain stony tank feature looking quite, quite traumatised. Well, at least I’d like to imagine it looked traumatised since it is, after all, a fish.

Mr H then proceeded to write on the tank in whiteboard marker:
“NO LIZZIE WITHIN 2 METRES.”

I did nothing to the fish.
But yes, I have developed a phobia of the tank and will venture less into that corner of the office. One can only deal with so many traumatic experiences so many times in a week. :S

But for now, I’m going to check if its still alive now that an hour has passed.

More birthdays.

Well well well.
It’s been an interesting day.
But before we get to that, here’s some pictures that Zhaoey finally uploaded from Rene’s birthday celebrations.

@Ministry of Food (Marina Square)

@ Timbre

From left: WY, Zhaoey (in green), Rene, Lizzy, Han, Von.

Loves.

And today was another lovely day….

Well, until Maryam lost her wallet. We’d gone to Central @ Clarke Quay after lunch for some (window) shopping, but ended up lazing in Starbucks because it just totally felt like a good day/time for lazing… when Maryam realized she didn’t have her wallet with her.

Only Maryam can lose her wallet, be dramatic, and still make it into the funniest incident ever. Shall not go into details because all I can remember doing the entire time as we made our trip from Central back to Bedok (which we left not so very long to go to Central) was laughing unnecessarily.

Anyway, we got back to the food centre at Bedok, and my limited Chinese vocabulary was employed to speak to the uncle who ran the drink stall that was closest to the table we were sitting at… and LO AND BEHOLD! He had indeed picked up her wallet, and promptly returned it to her… after taking several agonizing moments to remember where he stowed it while Maryam, Amitha and I held our breaths in anxious anticipation.

Well, I know its very easy to say what I am about to say now that her wallet HAS been retrived, but the entire time from the moment she realized it was gone when we were in Starbucks @ Central to the time we got it back in Bedok, I just knew that we were going to get it back. Because the prayer I often pray in the morning comes back to me – my friends are blessed because I’m blessed. And I’m blessed because God loves me. I pray that my friends will be blessed out of the OVERFLOW of Daddy’s love in my life, and therefore things like that should NOT happen. I was angry, not with any human being but with the devil for trying to pull a fast one. But my identity is IN Christ, and I know WHOSE I am. You wouldn’t want to try messing with my God.

Well anyway, on to lighter things…

THE NEW RANGE OF STARBUCKS TUMBLERS ARE OUT AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THEM!

*heartssssssss*

Have been using Ice Mountain bottles since Auli accidentally dropped my old tumbler sometime in January… but the tumblers earlier this season were most unappealing to me.

The new ones were launched on Monday (according to my good friend Boo) and they are… *drumroll* GREEN. GREEEEEEEEEN. GREEEEEEEEEEEEN. Okay. Mild obsession, very mild, really.

And they have orange butterflies on them. Its PERFECT. It was made just for me. I know it. =X
Haha. But yes, I really do love it. Going to buy it tomorrow. And getting one for Jason too, another one that I really liked. Er, its green too, of course. Lalala.

Anyway, here’s a happy picture. The only downside is that Mifa isn’t in it.

From left: John, Lizzy, Maryam, Kee Meng, Auli

Precious, precious people.

SO LOVED. :)

God is good.
Normally go for 2nd service.
Jason and I try to get tickets, go for breakfast, and get seats for the rest of the caregroup (who go for 2nd).
Was kinda late today. And tickets disappear with greater alacrity when Pastor Prince preaches.
Jason was earlier and messaged to say that the ticket he got was for the ‘6th’ bloc. (aka the very last bloc of available tickets). Silently I asked God to ‘reserve a ticket for me’ because I didn’t want to join the main queue.

I arrived around 10 to 15mins later, saw the table still open (it closes once they finish giving out tickets), and went up the escalator. Honestly, I didn’t think I would be able to get a ticket. Yeah I asked God for it, but how much I believed it was really negligible. I saw a number of people going to to the table. And I hesitated, I stood at the escalator, hesitated, once or twice. And finally walked to the table.

Lo and behold, the server was holding one last ticket (Golden Ticket!) which God reserved just for me. (: As the lady stamped my hand and the guy passed me the ticket, he just said, ‘Wah last ticket, you’re very blessed ah!’

All I could do was give a goofy grin. God is so good.
‘See I told you the ticket was yours.’ said Daddy with a measure of gleeful pleasure.

God has such a lovely, loving, affectionate sense of humour. (:

Lit, Econs, Econs, History.
THEN STARDUST.

Well. Its The Week. The bulk of my papers.
Jesus, Your grace is more than sufficient for me.
I may not study as much, as hard, as long, or as thoroughly.
But You are my glory and the lifter of my head.

A Psalm of David. The LORD [is] my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death,
I will fear no evil: for thou [art] with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
Psalm 23

Newsweek and other things.

Hello, I have so much yet so little to say. Been putting off blogging not because I’ve been particularly busy, I just haven’t had the energy or willpower to articulate the million and ten things that have been having independent discourses in my brain.

The first of which though, is probably the insulting issue of Newsweek from July 23, 2007. The special feature is on crony capitalism in SEA. And well, not that I’m particularly patriotic or anything, but the nerve of these white men who think they know our region oh, so very well…

So the ex-President of the World Bank knows us ‘intimately’, so he claims. Well thanks for all the SAPs during the Asian Financial Crisis then. They really, really helped, you know.

“For working and middle class Asians, the past 10 years are mainly defined by rising and palpable inequality. The two wealthy city-states Hong Kong and Singapore, today boast inequality as measured by the international Gini benchmark that is on par with urban Argentina.”

Well excuse me, but unlike Argentina, Singapore does not have 26.1% of its population below the poverty line.

“Today, it seems all too possible that the region’s coddled political and economic elites will allow their states to slide into a Latin American morass, as they continue to live high on the hog while the dreams of ordinary people go down the tubes.”

I know you’re not just talking about Singapore, but the region here, but I’ll leave anyone reading this to make the value judgement for yourself. Overall, the whole article reeked of the same accusations I could jolly well rally the West on.

Anyway, on to other things.

Friends have been commenting with some surprise on MSN or Friendster that they didn’t know I was attached. I wasn’t aware that I was supposed to proclaim it to the world at large.

Funnily, despite Mr. T’s conviction of preying on couple-ical TJCians, I’ve seen a fair share of them committing the apparent odious crime of physical contact in and out of school these past weeks.

I suppose stress does funny things to you. Giggles.

Well I do wish I had more intelligent things to say. I do have many wonderful, wonderful truths. My Abba is such a fantastic God. (:

Well just a little testimony then.

Three Saturdays ago I sent my class-tee for printing. I wanted to get it before the 24th, which was last Friday, our last official day of school before we embarked on our study break, and I really wanted to get our shirts then because we were giving them to our teachers and we wanted them to wear it on dress-down Friday. 2 weeks was the barest minimum that you could expect the company to get the shirts ready for you, and the lady said that she could get it to us by the 24th. The 24th, however, would still obviously be too late since I could only get it after the day was over, of course.

I didn’t even pray or specifically ask God for it, but I was mulling to Him, ‘Hey Daddy, it would really be nice if we could get the shirts before the 24th, but since we can’t, oh well.’

WELL. Exactly one week after I sent my order and settled the payment, the lady messaged me to inform me that the shirts were ready for collection. At first I thought there was some mistake, after all, BARELY 7 days had passed. But I replied anyway, and she told me to go down to Bishan to get the shirts on Monday.

It was so WOW. God is so totally amazing, I didn’t even have to ASK Him, it was just His fingerprints all over this gift, this miracle to his beloved Lizzy (and 33/06). (: (:

I collected the shirts, and the lady told me she had written the wrong date on my order. Instead of 24th, she wrote 15th. And since their factory was in M’sia, they just completed the order and delivered it as per written.

SO TOTALLY AMAZING RIGHT! God just turns every circumstance for your good. X)
It doesn’t even have to be some big, great miracle you know. Even the little things in your life, God prospers. You don’t have to just go to Him when you’ve got big things to ask for – He’ll gladly settle all the teensy weensy, seemingly most insignificant things for you too. Because if its important to you, then its important to HIM.

And I didn’t even ask for it specifically. I didn’t pray over it, or take communion over it. It was just – ‘How nice it would be Lord, if we could have the shirts before the 24th.’

And He provided. (:
He’s just like a lover, or a best friend, or a daddy – you know when you wistfully mention some things in passing without fully expecting it to happen but it still does happen to you because the person who really loves you heard it and wants to surprise you with it?

Yeah thats how I felt. Its like my Daddy couldn’t wait to bless me because He heard me. (:

Lovely week ahead everyone – especially those encountering the prelims.
GOD be with you. He has made you to be the HEAD and not the TAIL. ABOVE and not beneath!

H3pressure.

Taking a break from my H3. Well. Much drama has decided to happen since my laptop crashed.

I did mention in my previous post that Kenneth loaned me his brother’s lappy on Monday after mine gave up the ghost on Sunday night. On Wednesday, I could not get his computer to switch on – and it literally drove me to panic. My frantic machinations on that little button proved futile, and when Rishik came strolling by I literally burst into hysterical tears.

It was really, such tragicomedy. Mine crashed, along with half my H3, I spent the next two days redoing it (and I got smarter this time and regularly emailed the document to myself) and ANOTHER computer crashes again. In less than 96 hours I had managed the amazing feat of destroying not one, but two computers.

Mr R was the first to discover me in my almost hopeless desperateness and the first answer he demanded was whether I had a backup. The humourless news that I had to reveal to him on Monday about the demise of Deep Thought was appalling enough, and the prospect of deja vu was most unappealing.

Mr R: Have you backed up!!?
Me: Yes…
Mr R: My goodness, why are you still using your computer if its crashing all the time?
Me: It’s not mine… It’s Kenneth’s…
Mr R: Oh.. (in his all knowing voice) No wonder it cannot work la! It’s like the owner – sometimes the mind ah, completely shut off.

Trust him to still be able to pull off a joke (and laugh at it) when I was almost in a frenzy. My guilt ridden, heart sinking calls to Kenneth were greeted by a flippant casualness that completely threw me off.

First call:
Me: Kenneth… I’ve got something to tell you and you’re not going to like it.
Ken: Yeah?
Me: I can’t switch on your laptop. Its like – dead. It can’t be switched on, at all (blabber blabber)
Ken: Oh, well, if you’re trying to ask me how to fix it, I don’t know how.
Me: *almost falls off bench*

Wasn’t quite what I was expecting.

Second call:
Me: It’s really dead!!! I plugged it in and everything and it can’t be switched on. I took out the battery and put it back and it switched on for three seconds and died and …
Ken: Your H3 leh? Did you save it?
Me: *almost burst into tears*/*possibly burst into tears*

The fact that his first enquiry was for my paper rather than his laptop was the last straw, and Rishik had the misfortune of turning up a few seconds later with Rannald and the hot-RJ-guy-ZH-was-lusting-after in tow. Rannald and hot-RJ-guy floated off to the library while I terrified Rishik with incomprehensible female behaviour. Mr R, unfortunately, turned up again very soon, and his face was both helplessness and amusement rolled into one.

Me: THIS IS TRAGICOMEDY. *WAILS/LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY*
Mr R: *attempting not to giggle* Uh, well, only a bit lah.

So after that I floated off to the library and wailed even more in front of the rest of 33 and a disturbingly calm Kenneth. Sabrina’s Disney Princesses Aurora tissue packet in all its pink glory with said princess beaming up at me was mockery in itself.

To cut a long story short.
Later that night, Ken messaged me, after having taken the doomed device home with every intention to tell his parents that he had spoilt it and send it for repair (insert further guilt here), that the laptop, in all its laggy, clunky, anachronic glory – was working. It. was. working. After putting my poor, already frayed, undeniably high strung nerves into mortal danger – IT WAS WORKING. *hyperventilates*

Well. Mr Ben Kee’s laptop is now sitting quite, quite innocently on my dining table, oblivious (perhaps? Maybe not… hmmm) to the trauma it has put me through. Though really, I’ll still to the Thing (my good ‘ol desktop) when I’m home. Miraculously, even this computer manages to be faster than the laptop, which requires all of a minute to launch Internet Explorer – although I AM ETERNALLY, ETERNALLY grateful for the benevolence of my dear friend Kenneth, who has recently, in the absence of us 3 Lit H3ers, sought refuge in his OAC friends – who of course have no reason to deny him their company.

And do excuse the wibberty gibberty language today – My H3 has quite consumed my current existence.

Now, in other news:
To the group of loud, boisterous, rude, crass and irritating Indian (not being racist, merely factual) boys who were sitting where I was after school today, thank you for being the most inconsiderate bunch of buffoons, for singing and dancing rather badly to your technofied Indian songs, making impolite jokes about Mr. T, blasting your ridiculous 12-inch tablets at full volume and for being a general public annoyance. My glares were clearly noticed and unappreciated. ‘Hey look at that girl staring at us’ was neither soft nor subtle, nor did it induce any form of conscience alteration – not that I expected it to, of course.

In other, other news:
H3’s more than halfway through. Monday Monday Monday.
Then my 6 weeks of having not studied (le gasp) will end and I can resume Muggerhood.

The funnies

Hello.
Very tired and busy.
Tired mostly.
Have to redo my H3.
Pray for me. (:
I still know its gonna be alright. That God’s still in control.
But this is my challenge, so do keep me in your prayers.

Anyway.
The funnies that have been happening to our class..
***
Mr B: I don’t understand why some of you highlight your notes in a rainbow of colours. Unless you have a rainbow brain, its not going to help you.

Mr B: (everyone’s slightly late for lecture, rain is pouring fervently outside) Where’s everybody? Why are they late? Have they been washed away?

Conversations between Soef and Mr H.
Mr H: Sofie Adnin Soebrin.
Soefie: *in that tone* Heyyyy Hasim Hasan!
Mr H: *looks shocked* Excuse me? What?
Soefie: Thats how you play the game right? You say my full name and I say yours?

And the marvels of Soefie’s casual links leaps:
Rishik: Snape is dead.
Soefie: But Hasim is alive right?

Mr R: (greeting our class while we were lining up during fire drill) Oh, I’m surprised you haven’t died in the fire.

Mr H: Kenneth,
Kenneth: *interrupts* Mr Hasim, do you count your calories?
Mr H: Er.. what? *silence* How heavy are you Kenneth?

(at the same fire drill. Both Mr H and Mr R are wearing pink shirts)

Me: Mr H, Mr R is wearing pink too!
Mr H: No, this is not pink.
Me: Yes it is! What else could it be.
Mr H: Look carefully, its not pink.
Me/Soef: Are you sure? I think its your transition lenses…

ZH: Mr R, Mr H is wearing pink too!
Mr R: *uppity noise* Uh, mine is like, more expensive? And I think I look better it in.

*uproar from class*

Mr H: It takes very little to amuse your class doesn’t it?
ZH: MR H!!! QUICK, DEFEND YOURSELF!!!
Mr H: Over a shirt? Don’t all of you have better things to worry about, like your A levels?

And alot more funny stuff.
Oh how I wish I could remember them all!

In other news, class photo taking today.
We managed to get Mr H to do some HOT STUFF.
The pictures are LOVERLY. Haha.
Can’t wait to get ‘em.
…

Hungry.. Ken’s still writing his IS.
ZZZ.
Oh. I’m still at 0 words for my H3. Deadline’s in exactly a week. (: Go me.
Jesus, this is the predicament. YOU are the solution.