The Voodoo Doll.

The Voodoo Doll looks super cute! Especially with the pins stuck in its groin. Hahaha the facial expression totally suits it. So glad I bought it, every time I look at it feel like laughing. Hahahaha

D-Day Success!

The Mushrooms have landed on Normandy!  

Mushrooms have crawled all over and infested little Jasmin's heart. hahaha

She never looked more happy than tonight. =D 

Far Horizons.

Dreaming is not what people do when they sleep.

Dreaming is what keeps people from sleeping.

My dreams, ambitions and goals are near impossible. But looking back, to be where I am now, was a dream itself. I shall keep dreaming. I want to keep dreaming.

My mummy said to me:" Always reach for the stars. Even if you fall, you fall on the moon."

The Gathering.

Harvest time. The day I collated all my photos from the other old computers. Have to wipe the computers clean before we sell them off. I think I only have photos dating back to 2006. Man. What happened to the rest of my life. Lol. 

Went back into the future today, just by looking at some photos. So many memories, bitter-sweet, hidden away in my brain. A treasure trove, storage of precious memories, waiting to be replayed over and over again. Saving them for old age, hope they last. 

The test of time. 

Success!

Yay! Guess what? My mum went to download the images on the video camera. She was shocked. "How come only 15 pictures in here?!?" she exclaimed. I put on my best "I tried to tell you this many times before but you never listened" face and told her, "Cos inside only got space for 15 photos what." Ownage.

Following which, I related a sob story. During my Hainan trip, I had to ration the number of photos I took in a day. I counted only 5 photos maximum a day. Anything after that, I had to scroll through the 5 pictures, choose the ugliest one, and delete it to make space for a new photo. Damn sad la, unheard of, camera not enough memory for more than 5 photos a day. I have no pictures of Macau to bring back precisely because of that. Tell me how stupid that is. Fly all the way there cannot take pictures. O.o

Anyways, like all my long overdue upgrades, sigh, she agreed to get me a new camera. Which obviously need my guidance in choosing the right one (She somehow has an inbuilt internal money counter). Warning Warning! Too expensive! System Overload! Choose cheaper and least functional brand to temporarily satisfy need! Save money money money! Later when he complains again then buy another cheap camera! 

My Aunt the Missionary.

Aunty Alice. Sister, Aunty, Missionary. 

We gathered for dinner today, my dad's side. The BeeHoon, pork knuckle, honey roast chicken and the ham were the highlights of the dinner. I liked the pork knuckle. Later, we gathered in the living room to chit-chat. The topic soon turned to religion. An interesting discussion ensured; what was the difference between the different Christian churches and denominations? Aunty Alice was good at explaining this. Apparently the was the universal Church 2000 years ago. It split into the Greek Orthodox and Roman Catholic bodies. The Roman Catholic church begun to lose its affinity with the bible, and thus the other denominations began to splinter from it. Today, Roman Catholics still exist, but so do the other denominations which stemmed from it. What sets them apart, from what I gathered, were the styles of worship and different religious practices. However, what bound them together under the banner of Christianity was that they based their churches on the bible. Individual denominations were but movements by church members who felt that their churches were going off track, veering away from the teachings of the bible. These zealous Christians then begun their movements to revive their churches and to follow the bible more closely. Hence Methodists were founded by a guy who was know to be very methodical in his approaches to things. He was influenced by the holy spirit, and thereby started teaching people about the gospel in a methodical way. In other words, he found a methodical way to teach whatever was in the bible to fellow Christians. Hence the term Methodist! People who study the bible methodically. So what is the difference between Methodists and Anglicans and Presbyterians and Charismatic Christians etc? They were simply different revival movements founded by different people. Now the crucial questions is, regardless of what denomination your church is, how closely does it follow the Bible? That is the difference! 

I can attend a Presbyterian church one day and a Methodist church another, simply because they are just places of worship! What matters most is your personal relationship with Christ! The 2nd most important thing would probably be how much your church keeps to the teachings of the Bible. 

As Joel Ee once said: "I'm willing to travel far for good scripture." Somehow I always remember him saying that to me.

The friend who peels prawns at 2 am.

I have a friend. He de-shells prawns at 2 am when he can't sleep. Then, he licks the knife clean and puts it back into his tub of cooking equipment. The very same knife he periodically threatens me with, behind closed doors.

He has violent tendencies. My cries for mercy and forgiveness are often met with hysterical laughter and glee. He loves to feel powerful, to feel in control. The bed and pillow and especially his blanket, all bear evidence of his capacity for violence. Slash marks, torn fibres, serrated edges bear silent witness to the events that previously unfolded in the room. He is careful. Always sure to draw the curtains or close the door to deflect wary eyes. His room is deceivingly simple and welcoming. Many a weary traveller often find themselves seeking rest on his bed. Taking comfort in his calming words. Then, quickly, he shuts the door.

I hear endless screams echo across the hallways.

His face... reminds me of the villain of the Texas Chain-saw Massacre. Big fat peeling lips, large yellow square teeth, and a slimy tongue. His face is crude, like the northern barbarians of old. His small squinty eyes stare out at u from behind a pair of meticulously cleaned spectacles. His hair is always messy, and the stench of the previous night's prawn shells hangs in the air around him. His body, big and flabby, scabby dry skin and pus from old scratch wounds, causes girls' ovaries to quiver in fear. His favourite tools of torture are the penknife, the red pen, and the infamous multipurpose kitchen knife. He swings them around with a vengeance, with a crazed fury in his eyes, determined to fill all that oppose his selfish rule with terror. 

His thoughts are twisted, hell-bent on destruction and chaos. He often forces himself into my room, and takes off his filthy slippers. He sniffs them. He dangles them precariously over my clean bed, bits of prawn shells still clinging to the underside. "Give me milk!" he demands. He needs a lot of it. Drinks like a pussy cat. Needs it in his food, his drink. I always give it to him. 

He knows how to fight dirty. He knows my weaknesses. He is smart. "I don't share notes with u ah!" is one of his favourite threats. Jealous of my huge room, he constantly seeks opportunities to rub himself all over my pristine bed. Like defiling something so innocent, so pure. He says he loves it, and has to be forced to leave. 

Sometimes, in order to get his way, he squirts water under my door. Threatens to flood my room. Many people have asked me about the little puddle of water around my door. He never gets it. The water never reaches anything important. More like a little patch of wetness after moping the floor. Such childishness I've to tolerate. But I am kind.

The monster. He obviously needs a girlfriend. I see the way he ogles lecherously at girls. Young girls, old women, fair men, little boys, MPVD, Elaine ******, he wants them all. The poor bugger. Its so hard to keep him away from the female cadavers during dissection. 

But he is my friend. =D