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Boy its been a loooooooooooong weekend. There was a time, just a few months ago in fact, when a looooooooong weekend meant looking back with longing, wishing it'd never end. Now it means quite the opposite. Well somewhat anyway.
Just got back from rehearsals for the upcoming YF drama and I am absolutely and completely knackered. Took the very first bus back to church for rehearsals right after the YF camp ended. Thats means I dragged my guitar and pedal ad cables and clothes and what not all the way to Ang Mo Kio from NUS and then all the back to Hillview again. And with a pair of severely blistered feet that I can barely even stand on, courtesy of a being dumb enough to play ultimate frisbee barefoot on a scorching hot basketball court in the middle of the afternoon.
That was yesterday. Just before my cell group and I took our leave from the camp for a while to attend Vivien's 21st birthday party. A COSTUME affair of all things. And in some recreation club in Changi Airport of all places. Anyway so Alan and I stopped over at my place first to dress up and a bit of brainstorming led to the both of us looking like the star attractions of a Martian freak show. He was a fashion faux pas Picasso in a too-big shirt, tight long john pants, Goretex combat boots and my frikkin spare red beret (minus the crest) to top it off. Yours truly went as a slightly off centre version of the phantom of the opera with a too small and bought from art friend white mask, a pirated nigga style plastic yellow chain and a dinky little hammer because I couldn't find a bloody sword. Good thing we managed to hitch a ride from Eleanor there, who conveniently decided to go......as Picasso's wife. Picasso's SANELY dressed wife for that matter.
But of course good ol Murphy has to come round and when we reach the place all ridiculous and more than a little humiliated, it comes to our attention that NOBODY is dressed up. Even Vivien's idea of dressing up was a slinky traditional Vietnamese dress that made her look more elegant than anything else. It took 10 minutes and a helluva lot of persuasion before we walked through those doors.
But the real nightmare was getting BACK to camp from the airport. Everything just seemed to go wrong. We kept arriving at stations just as the train was leaving and when we finally alighted it was 2350 and all the cabbies were off performing their ritual hiding and meditation till midnight. Byt the time we finally got a cab it was 0030 and we were dog tired. Dropped by my place to grab my guitar and all first for worship today and then back to NUS. That was when the frikkin cabbie decided to try and pull a fast one and pretend he heard us say NTU. He kept insisting that he knew a faster way via PIE Jurong and so I stupidly decided to let him show it to us. We were half way to Nan frikkin Da before it occured to us where he was going and Luke was one helluva pissed.
'..but Uncle we said NUS a lot of times already..'
'Err..hehe..sorry ah'
'So like that we have discount or not Uncle? Have not?'
'Er...hehe..err'
'Are you trying to cheat us Uncle? You better not be trying to cheat us I tell you.. its been a long night Uncle. Its been a really long night.'
All that in a menace filled voice that spoke of barely repressed rage. Even Alan and I weren't sure what Luke would do next, especially since he was sitting up front next to the cabbie. The cabbie must've been thinking the same thing. He took off the midnight surcharge from our fare.
Unfortunately that wasn't the end of the night for me. About 2 minutes after the cab left I realised I had left my dorm keys back home and they had to be returned early next morning. Had to trouble Eleanor again to drop me back on her way home. That was 3am. Woke up at 0700 to catch the bus to NUS but fell asleep on the way and overshot, forcing me to have to walk all the way back to PGP on two spectacularly blistered feet.
Ok enough self pity. I just made it sound like ministry work is nothing but a right pain in the neck. Far from it actually. The camp was a great success and a bit of pain and tiredness is a small price to pay for the hearts of the younger ones growing in Christ.
Anyway might as well plug myself a bit.
Defending Your Life. A Youth Fellowship production. 26th December from 7pm to 9pm. MGS Auditorium. 11 Blackmore Drive Singapore 599986.
Just got back from rehearsals for the upcoming YF drama and I am absolutely and completely knackered. Took the very first bus back to church for rehearsals right after the YF camp ended. Thats means I dragged my guitar and pedal ad cables and clothes and what not all the way to Ang Mo Kio from NUS and then all the back to Hillview again. And with a pair of severely blistered feet that I can barely even stand on, courtesy of a being dumb enough to play ultimate frisbee barefoot on a scorching hot basketball court in the middle of the afternoon.
That was yesterday. Just before my cell group and I took our leave from the camp for a while to attend Vivien's 21st birthday party. A COSTUME affair of all things. And in some recreation club in Changi Airport of all places. Anyway so Alan and I stopped over at my place first to dress up and a bit of brainstorming led to the both of us looking like the star attractions of a Martian freak show. He was a fashion faux pas Picasso in a too-big shirt, tight long john pants, Goretex combat boots and my frikkin spare red beret (minus the crest) to top it off. Yours truly went as a slightly off centre version of the phantom of the opera with a too small and bought from art friend white mask, a pirated nigga style plastic yellow chain and a dinky little hammer because I couldn't find a bloody sword. Good thing we managed to hitch a ride from Eleanor there, who conveniently decided to go......as Picasso's wife. Picasso's SANELY dressed wife for that matter.
But of course good ol Murphy has to come round and when we reach the place all ridiculous and more than a little humiliated, it comes to our attention that NOBODY is dressed up. Even Vivien's idea of dressing up was a slinky traditional Vietnamese dress that made her look more elegant than anything else. It took 10 minutes and a helluva lot of persuasion before we walked through those doors.
But the real nightmare was getting BACK to camp from the airport. Everything just seemed to go wrong. We kept arriving at stations just as the train was leaving and when we finally alighted it was 2350 and all the cabbies were off performing their ritual hiding and meditation till midnight. Byt the time we finally got a cab it was 0030 and we were dog tired. Dropped by my place to grab my guitar and all first for worship today and then back to NUS. That was when the frikkin cabbie decided to try and pull a fast one and pretend he heard us say NTU. He kept insisting that he knew a faster way via PIE Jurong and so I stupidly decided to let him show it to us. We were half way to Nan frikkin Da before it occured to us where he was going and Luke was one helluva pissed.
'..but Uncle we said NUS a lot of times already..'
'Err..hehe..sorry ah'
'So like that we have discount or not Uncle? Have not?'
'Er...hehe..err'
'Are you trying to cheat us Uncle? You better not be trying to cheat us I tell you.. its been a long night Uncle. Its been a really long night.'
All that in a menace filled voice that spoke of barely repressed rage. Even Alan and I weren't sure what Luke would do next, especially since he was sitting up front next to the cabbie. The cabbie must've been thinking the same thing. He took off the midnight surcharge from our fare.
Unfortunately that wasn't the end of the night for me. About 2 minutes after the cab left I realised I had left my dorm keys back home and they had to be returned early next morning. Had to trouble Eleanor again to drop me back on her way home. That was 3am. Woke up at 0700 to catch the bus to NUS but fell asleep on the way and overshot, forcing me to have to walk all the way back to PGP on two spectacularly blistered feet.
Ok enough self pity. I just made it sound like ministry work is nothing but a right pain in the neck. Far from it actually. The camp was a great success and a bit of pain and tiredness is a small price to pay for the hearts of the younger ones growing in Christ.
Anyway might as well plug myself a bit.
Defending Your Life. A Youth Fellowship production. 26th December from 7pm to 9pm. MGS Auditorium. 11 Blackmore Drive Singapore 599986.
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