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Tuesday, December 26
Evermore shall be.
Sometimes I think the anticipation of Christmas greatly exceeds the experience of the actual event. The concept of Christmas, in this case, would solely be confined to presents, cards, snowflakes, carolling and the lot. Somehow the idyllic scenes of euphoria created in the depths of my mind never quite seem to play out likewise. However, thanks to everyone who managed to take a little bit of that and make it real to me this year.
I know, gifts and wishes aren't what Christmas is about at all - as we've been singing for the past couple of nights - Christmas is about His glory, Christmas is about his grace. Still, it seems almost mandatory that every year as people rush around dishing out presents and cards; screaming for photos to be taken; exchanging occasionally awkward hugs; we all wallow in the dregs of loneliness, if only for a second or two. I felt strangely alone at 1am this Christmas morning, as the cheery world flashed by for an instant.
And then, of course, I put on my best Christmas smile, and once again joined the ranks of the scurrying present-givers. Hey! For you! Merry Christmas! Big grin.
But I'm glad I feel this way, because if the friends and presents alone were to satisfy me into happiness, then I wouldn't at all appreciate the peace and joy that only Christ can bring. I smile because it's Jesus' birthday! Christmas is indeed about His glory.
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On not-so-side note, the musical is over and already I'm reminicising. I've enjoyed every minute of it, from the role-playing, odd stretches, funky costumes, drag queen make up, song recording, and most of all, spreading the good news in such a terribly fun way. Thanks one and all who made this possible, and also to those who faithfully came down to support us even in the downpour. One, two, three - bow!
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Going to Bangkok tomorrow! Be back on the 31st. See y'all.
Roadkill, baby.
I thought I miraculously hit rewind; imagined somehow it started over. But maybe some things really never change, because I really don't know how to read you. Why are you back again? I don't think it's fair you get to kill me twice, you know.
... And it's still raining.
I was sure by now, God you would've reached down,
Wiped our tears away; stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen, and it's still raining.
And as the thunder rolls, I barely hear
You whisper through the rain, "I'm with you".
And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands and
Praise the God who gives and takes away.
And I will praise you in this storm.
- Casting Crowns
Today as the rain poured despite the prayers, and the show went on despite the rain, I found myself strangely believing more and more that everything is in His hands - I cannot pretend to understand why a downpour would suffice, or reason against the logic of fine weather; but I felt certain all the same.
This week is going to be a mad rush of performances - 19th, Tuesday, 10pm at Plaza Singapura; 20th, Wednesday, 10pm at CK Tangs; 21st, Thursday, 9.30pm at Orchard Walkway (Takashimaya) - just in case anyone wanted to know. If you're free, please come and don't throw eggs!
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star!
Poppy powder.
Die lah, someone called 'niceguy' just called me a - what was that? - oh yes, superficial bitch. Either he is not really as nice as he professes or I am a terrible person. Woah woah.
Vrooooom!
Okay dearies, say it with me now -
"DRAI-VEENG-LYE-SERNS!"
It's welling up a storm.
She said, "I've gotta be honest You're wasting your time if you're fishing round here." And I said, "You must be mistaken Cause I'm not fooling, this feeling is real" She said, "You gotta be crazy What do you take me for, some kind of easy mark?"---This is easy, as lovers go.
Vallium.
Okkk, I can't figure out if my current state of mild depression is due to the fact that a) I just wasted a whole $9 on Open Season, which, for all it's hype, only made me LOL 2 times; b) I fell into an obscure puddle of fishy-smelling soup shortly after the show; c) my feet are itching like crazy from the dozens of mosquito bites all over them; d) I am having my first driving lesson tomorrow after more than a month; or e) the number of things I have to accomplish by this hols essentially renders the latter non-existent.
Did I say mild? I meant wild.
Would you be so kind as to catch me when I fall for you?
Alriggght I honestly cannot for the life of me think of anything substantial to post these days. So I'll just leave you with one question: Do you have a routine way of drying yourself after every bath, or is it just me?