spiritually well. physically, exhausted.

it all started with the GP project that i had to present on thursday, so stayed till bout 2am on thursday morning to complete it, and thankfully by God's grace everything turned out well and mr foo said we had set the standard.

went over to matthias house to stay over at around 12am on friday morning, together with gideon, so as to proceed to metamorphosis concert later on on Good Friday. supposed to be some shepherding stuff too.

ah sleepy. im so very sleepy.

anyway, slacked around and played with sassy till about 3.30 in the morning. and i realised that i so cant sleep without a bolster!! and the aircon wasnt really helping much. i had a real bad flu and the only position i can sleep without a bolster is flat on my tummy. but then it would invite the mucus to just flow out. ah madness! finally slept ard 5.30am.

and then we all got up at 8+ cause the cleaner was there to clean up the room. okay basically its the spark of such a long and tiring day. got down to metamorphosis at church, which was a new believer's retention party thingy.

you know what? on this very Good Friday, its exactly one year after i got Holy Spirit baptised. yeah time flies man. anyway, real glad to have norman and joel Holy Spirit baptised today. you know as i was praying for them(i had to shout to be heard over the music and my flu), i felt so exhausted and drained i could have just collapsed then and sleep sleep sleep yeah. i was really really very physically worn out.

AND i had promised my mom that i would appear for my cousin's 21st birthday party later on in the evening. honestly, i was on the verge of telling my mom to forget about me going, and didnt really wanna think about how that would make her piss or something. yeah oh well, i did promise her. so i went over to serangoon area for my cousin's birthday party.

so HERE I AM. blogging without even knowing what im typing. oh well, expect the unexpected for easter service tml. hear the sound of revival. oh! and we are gonna to have a CL retreat tml after service at sentosa, of all days!!


I'd always known, in one place in my throat, how Jesus must have cried in the garden—crying not to die, because there was no fear of death, and not to leave his friends, because he walked alone, and not to suffer, because the blood and bruises and thorns were part of his perfection—but crying because he could not find his Father's face, because when he would suffer all that he could bear, the pain of every person, living and dead, in that dark moment, there was really nobody there.
Paul Shepherd, More Like Not Running Away: A Novel



Happy Easter guys!!