that did not just happen..

i was doing work at home when my mum called.

mum: “andy, can you go to this unit and tell the mum that her son is downstairs crying, looking for his mummy?”
andy: “okok. sure.”

so i made my way to the place. the mum was just about to leave the house, she was on the phone, telling her son she’s about to come to pick him up. i noticed she was limping, bandaged and all.

andy: “hi, are you the mum’s whose son is crying downstairs?”
mum: “yes yes”
andy: “oh, alright, my mum’s with him at the moment. lets go down to bring him up”
mum: “ok”

she was really walking in pain, so…
andy: “you seem to be in pain. why not i fetch him up and you wait here.”
mum: “no, its okay.”
andy: “no, no, really, it’ll be alright”
i smiled and walked off while she thanked me.

when i reached downstairs, i saw the little kid. i totally felt for the poor kid. when i was a kid, i forgot my house keys and no one was home. i cried my hearts out and my neighbor brought me into their place while my mum came home to open the door for me. i was real terrified and i felt so comforted by my neighbor’s love. so i could understand what the kid was going through.

andy: “helloo! your mummy injured her leg. she cannot walk properly so i’m here to bring you up. ok?”
boy: “ok……..”
andy: “great! lets go..!”

my mum glanced at me and smiled. i didnt want the lift ride to be awefully silent so…

andy: “the weather’s hot. arent you hot in the sweater?”
boy: “no….”
my mum: “the bus has aircon you know?”
andy: “oh yea hor…”

the lift door opened. so i walked the kid to his place, my mum went back first. the kid saw him mum and i think he was still reeling in the fact that he was lost. he just walked straight into his mum’s arms. the mum couldnt stop thanking me. i just went.

“no problems!”

and of course, smiled.

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because i can totally feel how the kid felt (yea yea, laugh at me for crying when i was locked out of my house.), i really wanted to help him. its something the current me would help the eight/nine year old me.
love is what makes the world go round and round.

curve or bold?

bold

or curve?

i like it, its nice. slim. and business like. i can update my tweets, surf the net while waiting for people who are really late when it comes to meeting me, etc etc. just that the curve’s an older version, a tad slower and less stylish looking.

but maybe i want to do games too. how?

the philosophy of Poh.

i love Saturdays with Poh (sounds like a tv program, but its better than a tv program, trust me.) i don’t mind paying a little compared to other teachers (come on, its just $10 more per lesson). He teaches us music arrangement, layering, bringing life to the music/songs that we play, song leading during praise and worship (its a totally different ball game) and variations on the guitar. he also teaches us the characteristics of different chords. he went on to tell us about how he never tries to help the Holy Spirit (can’t tell you that, i paid ok, but if you ask me on msn, i’ll tell you. :] )

as you guys know, i’ve been to the printers to have my stuff printed, they gave me a voucher from a particular restaurant and said they were printing it, so they can give it to me anyway. it really got me thinking and believing and visualizing that if one day, i can continue doing awesomefied designs for major companies and have a good working relationship with them. then next time, whenever church has an outdoor event or something, i can actually get them to sponsor. you know like, energy drinks and chocolates, and make the event a spectacular one. i’m not saying church events are bad now, they’re good. but, there’s room for improvement. we can always incorporate letting the guys doing the talentime rock it out with the models from fashion fiesta with O School dancers dancing at the backdrop. but then again, its like a total rip off. give me some time, i will think of an original idea. (sorry piglet, i know how much you love justin timberlake’s songs.)

(as i am typing this, someone texted me about watching body of lies, but he/she wasnt really interested in that body.)

i know this sounds random, i was eating tomatoes and some friend was eating watermelon. kinda reminded me of my trip in australia where i loved the blackcurrents and raspberries so much that i ate an entire box of them in an hour. yummy! i love berries! straw, black, rasp.

UPDATE: i forgot, as i was having lunch today, i watch Jamie at Home. his dishes are all so yummy. i’m pretty glad mum’s going to join dad in india for eight months next year! i so want to try to make pies and pizza and what you have not. oh crap.. i’ve got no oven. oh wait! maybe i do!

randomized.

i promised you guys very long ago, that i would post my room’s photos up. so here they are. enjoy. =)

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this dawned on me when i was doing my prayer this afternoon. many a times, we symbolize a relationship blossoming like a pretty flower. but what if it fails? what if the relationship dies? does it mean the flower is dead and its the end of story? well, if you look at what happens with nature, when a flower dies, it produces fruit. same goes with the spiritual realm (whatever happens in earth happens in heaven as well). however, whether the fruit turns out bitter or not, now thats your decision. you can have bittergourd, or strawberries. just a little thought from me. =)

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My Man Chris

 

I’m pretty sad you’re leaving SAFTI. dammit, we didn’t even get a chance to have a proper goodbye. as what i told you dude, ” you’re a private on your uniform, but a 2LTA in our hearts.” 21-gun salute to 2LTA Christopher Ke! 

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rock climbing, anyone?

 

i heart berries!

Strawberry power!

 

Raspberry power!

i ate strawberries tonight again. i don’t know why but strawberries make me happy. 

 

oh, as promised.. Momo, this is for you.

 

Dear Momo,

you’re getting sick. how can you throw tantrum at a car that isn’t your favourite colour?!

your doctor,

Andy