I just went for the night concert. Was rather impressed, judging by the turnout - they got the Sunway College MPH, kudos to the committee.
Had fun. Good to see familiar faces :) It was a nostalgic thing at times though because I realized I didn't know so many of the kids there (eleh calling people kids pulak) and I felt so OLD! I can still remember my first Rally and how I sat in the freaking front row of the Summit Auditorium, and if I'm not mistaken Chu Joshua had a seat nearby with a bag between us and the bag kept falling off and we laughed at it LOL.
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I've been making Hetalia paper dolls.
Say hello to Spock!
:DD
I know Spock isn't part of Hetalia, but someone made a template anyway and I discovered it. Then I found the real doll templates. Suffice to say that's how I got into making these dolls. I can't remember how many but I know I've folded more than five.
It's addictive, and they're adorable :)
Am tempted to make all but that would use a lot of printer ink. We'll see how it goes.
Today I was at the Pyramids of Giza with some people and we bumped into two other people. I was wearing my GQMF pants stripey skinny straights (if that makes any sense, and if it sounds bad it don't look bad. OK. Got that. *fierce*). So we stood around talking and then one of the two other people said:
"Hey, I like your pants! Is that from Topgirl? I mean, Topshop?" "What? Topgirl?" *starts laughing* "Sorry la, if there's a Topman there should be a Topgirl"
Hahaha so cute la!
Then the other one of the two people said:
"They're like British-retro pants" "Yeah they're cool!" "They're not from Topshop, but yeah they're cool :) "
I'm not sure what British-retro is supposed to mean, but it sounds great :DD
went to see a little movie called Ice Age with two fav people
went out with PL/Lex/KM and we ate at some new place called Popeye's Lousiana Biscuits? & Burgers? Something like that. It's fast food without McDonald's McSavers, and the architect/contractor who designed the place clearly had no ideas about space at all.
went back to my old school for Hari Keluarga :) was nice seeing familiar faces. Oh, and I didn't know TPN lets girls wear tube tops and miniskirts to school nowadays.
went shopping with the parents and felt incredibly guilty about a certain pair of pants but I like stripes & straights okay, and so does Zach Quinto WTH. (I didn't buy those pants just cuz ZQ wears something similar. I SWEAR.)
As for today, I went grocery shopping and got peanut butter and chocolate :DD
I need purpose. I need reason, I need a drive for life.
I think I have faith, but I don't have much of it. It's odd, because I have faith enough to believe in God and His miracles - when the PA system went bonkers on us during OSH Nite we prayed backstage and I really believed, or at least I think I did, that God would make it work.
It isn't easy to really believe that Someone Up There is going to make it work.
But I don't have faith enough to fear God enough.
And if I really do believe in God that much, I should fear Him a lot more, and also love Him a lot more. Love should be spurting out of my ventricles towards everyone.
I am growing increasingly frustrated with my father and mother's attempts at parenting;
I understand that they worry but I cannot understand that they think I am not ready;
(for Pete's sake have you seen the way some people I know drive? )
(maybe you're just afraid I'll be like them and lose a life)
I understand that you worry but I cannot understand your preferences for clothing in Malaysian heat;
(maybe you're just afraid I'm going to turn out like those girls on the streets)
I'm going to grow up someday.
it is inevitable;
maybe if I love my freedom enough, I won't come home ;
I am beginning to find little ways to push out, to retaliate, to roll against the system. I cannot stand being at home any longer; I cannot stand the sight of them. Familiarity breeds contempt, contempt breeds despication. I want to go back to college, oh God! I must be really desperate.
Little ways? My computer is about to die very soon, maybe it's time for a notebook, hence another little way.
Our little youth event in church went well. Videos on the way :)
In anticipation of the event, I came up with a grand plan weeks ahead. I decided that I would buy her perfume. I always seem to buy her jewellery, be it for birthdays/Christmas/Mother's Day, and I happen to be blessed enough to be able to spend more this year, so I figured I could buy a bottle of Chanel, or Dior, or Burberry or whatever smells good.
I thought I had ample time to spare, so I put off getting the bottle of scent. It was a good thing because last Saturday my brother came home and gave my mother a bottle of Chanel.
Chance by Chanel
PENGSAN WEIII GRAND PLAN FAIL.
Sooo, I called up my partner in crime whom I haven't seen in AGES...
Dhivya G!
and we went shopping!
After thinking and deliberating and discussing, with the good help of hotdogs and later Auntie Anne's we went back to the first choice -.- Estee Lauder Summer 09, powder and eyeshadow.
I've never spent this much on anyone before. I went a little over budget but for my mom that's alright. :)
I think she liked it :D
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OSH Nite tmrw!
It's a youth sort of thing we're doing in church. Come come.
I have yet to watch Transformers 2. But I already know some bits of it since some people were so kind as to spill all during today's rehearsal -.-"
The past few weekends and days have been spent on this event. It better be good. It gunna be good. Putting up drapes sure isn't easy. I hope the Christmas lights will work.
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I rearranged my books! :DD
I decided they can't stay on the top shelf of my wardrobe anymore, collecting dust and getting out of shape due to their positions so I moved them into the glass-case bookshelf in the piano room.
Yayyy :D They won't be in my room anymore *sigh* but at least I can sleep knowing they're in good shape.
aand, I realized I still have so many books to finish reading.
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Reading ONTD StarTrek has ended my day on a happy note. Goodnight!
I think I'm going to go bonkers Bonkers BONKERS YO, the way I'm spending my holidays.
Three months is overkill lah! You hear that Taylor's?
(slaps self for complaining about holidays)
Seriously, though, I'm rotting so much I can't even do add maths anymore, I can't remember any physics formulas, I tried drawing Spock last night because I couldn't sleep - FAIL.
Maybe I'll scan the drawing and post it up, that's how much time I have.
So my mum probably thinks I'm a wee bit nutty, because a few days ago she held up the papers and pointed at a picture of Chris Pine and said, "He looks so gay!" and I got all hyper when I saw Zachary Quinto was in the picture too.
So my dad also probably thinks I'm nutty because I went to see Star Trek for the third time today.
I've heard of people who went seven and a half times okay.
The ONTD StarTrek community has taken over my life. Sigh. I bow to its powers.
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My holidays are so long, I've been complaining that I'm bored, but I don't really want to go back to class.
I kinda like this in between phase. I haven't been drawing since the semester ended and the Marchies are going to pwn us at drawing, for shizzle. I can't remember much of my Creative Thinking classes, or any of the classes for that matter. So I'm pretty much doomed once classes start. I'd rather not think about all that. Because I realized, if I don't make it here, I don't really have much place else to go.
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Father's Day is this Sunday. Oh sheet! Dearest Daddee, if I could drive out I'd go buy something for you.
But I can't help thinking that buying presents gets a little old sometimes, and sometimes I feel like it's so stale and not thoughtful to just buy someone something, unless you know it's what they want. I don't know, though, I still like handmade things so much - it's like a piece from the heart.
That probably doesn't make sense, does it? Sometimes I pause mid-sentence because I can't find the word or words to describe what I'm thinking and they're just scratching at the surface but the ice is too thick, and then I come up with something utterly lame to replace the original. My vocabulary is shrinking. My sentence construction mechanism is failing. I need to read more.
And I can't help thinking that I can drive, but my daddee worries so much sometimes. I understand, daddee. At least I like to think I do.
It'll probably take another ten years before I'm allowed to drive out on my own, and probably then I'll have my dad following closely behind in another car.
Maybe one day it'll happen. Like those stories of how you try to hold on so tight, they end up going in the opposite direction. Your worst nightmare. I'll run off and marry a biker, leather jacket and all. We'll tour the US, stop over in all the good places, stay long enough in LA to spot some famous people. I'll get arrested for doing something stupid, just so I can tell my children a good story (I can't stand how boring my background is). We'll go to Europe and drink espressos and sit in those pretty outdoor cafes. Somewhere along the way we'll ditch the motorbikes and go for bicyclesinstead because they don't emit bad gases and bicycles rock anyway.
Then we'll be broke and living on friends' apartment floors (I always read that statement in biographies of famous actors), so I'll design stuff and make millions, and he'll do whatever he does to get MONIES. We'll be so blardy rich, I can have my swimming pool and my yellow iPod and all the skinny jeans and Converse Chucks I could ever want. I'll build an empire, then retire early to take care of the kids because I want to raise them like my mommee raised me.
Screw that. Early retirement no way. I'll be so bored. I'll work and still be able to raise my kids. You just watch me yo.
Location: Grand Kampar Hotel, Kampar, Perak (I saw Delicia there - if you remember the nice girl who taught in SU for a while and helped out in CF. Lol )
Theme: Rediscovering the Father Heart of God
Our hotel! It was pretty nice :)
Zen and I got there early and decided to check out the rooftop swimming pool.
Mmm, the rest of the day was spent lounging about, setting up instruments, welcoming other campers, finding out everyone else's room numbers, and then dinner and the first session!
Our camp speaker - Rev Canon Fred David.
I really like this guy. He's just so charismatic and full of life. He tells really funny stories (red underwear instead of an iPod LOL) but he's just oh so serious too about God, and about living his life to the max.
Mmmkay, my roomies for the first night were Zen & Eunice. There was a lot of random moving around from room to room.
A bunch of people came to hang out in our room that Friday night, we watched The Haunted House or whatever that Eddie Murphy thing was, ate Pringles all over the floor and then decided to head out in search of a mamak. We sat down at the shop just opposite the hotel, then got up and walked out. Went across the field, down the block and found one happening mamak place with awfully slow service.
This is the field, and I can't remember if I took this on the first or second night. It was the one where they had some outdoor rave/party/disco thing going on.
Anyway, read the signboard, and then check out the rubbish on the field.
We went back to the same mamak the following night, for lack of any better place in sight. I swear I got fatter after all that.I mean, we were eating all the time - after night sessions, before going out to eat, in the afternoon, in between sessions... sigh.
Matthew / DK
This is Ian "being emo" (quoted from his blog okay :D )
He also makes friends with girls in lifts (cough) :P
(the bright light in the right place much? :P )
Day 2 = Saturday. Oh gosh we woke up early for devotion. I amaze myself.
I can't stand how cheery people can be in the mornings.
I am so not a morning person.
We celebrated the May and June babies' birthdays!
See the little boy in the centre? He da bomb.
Mmm this must've been bumming in the room. Oh now I remember, something about Wolverine pictures and a video and a homemade song recording :DD wahaha!
Rehearsal for the play :)
On the second day of camp I moved in with Hannah. Long story short, her roommate moved out so I moved in with her. She is one crazy woman.
We talked so much at night we didn't realize it was already past 4am. Of secrets and bestfriends and proposals and MotherNature. The LULZ. Oh word, my soulmate is an aweshome roomie. :D
I look like I'm about to eat a giant lollie -.-
That is Sepet, and he is the cutest MashiMaro ever!
:D
Total camwhorer la Dan. You know it :)
Day 3 = Sunday = total failure to get up on time = visit to Orang Asli Kampung
A whole group of us campers went off in two groups to visit two kampungs in the afternoon.
I rode with Hannah and family. It was some really bumpy trek through the mountain. Daniel drove us; we made it safe and sound :P
Supplies for them
Sheeets I didn't realize I had so many pictures.
That's their church!
Em and Nor. They were the first orang asli I talked to because I waved at them and they giggled. Anyway, they're aweshome kids - it took a while trying to communicate because they speak in, umm, Senoi dialect? Something like BM, but not exactly. But we made friends all the same :)
My new lil sister yo. Has got to be one of the most loving kids ever. Hugs and kisses I got.
She absolutely loved my camera. I think all the kids did.
Pimp yo.
It was so hard to say goodbye! *sniff* After the short sermon and singing and Bible reading, we had time to walk around the village with the orang asli and my kid, Em, grabbed my hand and took me around. When it was time to go I almost couldn't say "Kakak kena balik skarang."
"Kakak kena balik la." "Kak kena balik?" "Ya. Em sayang kakak tak?" "Sayang!"
*plants big smooch on kakak*
Oh word I wanted to take the kid back with me.
Sigh. Anyway. It was a tiring trip and all but so worth it.
I think that's enough of pictures for now.
Camp was loads fun. And entertaining. And insightful. I like that I didn't have trouble staying awake/occupied during sessions thanks to Rev Fred David's preaching (guilty conscience here). I like that he talked about rediscovering that heart of God which loves us all so much and wants us so badly. I love that he preaches with so much energy and gusto - it's incredible. He cracks me up. I like that he challenged the different age groups to go out there and do things.
:)
PS. If anyone's interested in Hannah's videos (the ones where her laughter increases in stages) ...
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about moi
Welcome to Planet MinShen :D
Eighteen & forever young.
<3 friends & fam.
House makes my day. Sleep is eternal joy.
Jesus loves me this I know;
for the Bible told me so.
I just went for the night concert. Was rather impressed, judging by the turnout - they got the Sunway College MPH, kudos to the committee.
Had fun. Good to see familiar faces :) It was a nostalgic thing at times though because I realized I didn't know so many of the kids there (eleh calling people kids pulak) and I felt so OLD! I can still remember my first Rally and how I sat in the freaking front row of the Summit Auditorium, and if I'm not mistaken Chu Joshua had a seat nearby with a bag between us and the bag kept falling off and we laughed at it LOL.
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I've been making Hetalia paper dolls.
Say hello to Spock!
:DD
I know Spock isn't part of Hetalia, but someone made a template anyway and I discovered it. Then I found the real doll templates. Suffice to say that's how I got into making these dolls. I can't remember how many but I know I've folded more than five.
It's addictive, and they're adorable :)
Am tempted to make all but that would use a lot of printer ink. We'll see how it goes.
Today I was at the Pyramids of Giza with some people and we bumped into two other people. I was wearing my GQMF pants stripey skinny straights (if that makes any sense, and if it sounds bad it don't look bad. OK. Got that. *fierce*). So we stood around talking and then one of the two other people said:
"Hey, I like your pants! Is that from Topgirl? I mean, Topshop?" "What? Topgirl?" *starts laughing* "Sorry la, if there's a Topman there should be a Topgirl"
Hahaha so cute la!
Then the other one of the two people said:
"They're like British-retro pants" "Yeah they're cool!" "They're not from Topshop, but yeah they're cool :) "
I'm not sure what British-retro is supposed to mean, but it sounds great :DD
went to see a little movie called Ice Age with two fav people
went out with PL/Lex/KM and we ate at some new place called Popeye's Lousiana Biscuits? & Burgers? Something like that. It's fast food without McDonald's McSavers, and the architect/contractor who designed the place clearly had no ideas about space at all.
went back to my old school for Hari Keluarga :) was nice seeing familiar faces. Oh, and I didn't know TPN lets girls wear tube tops and miniskirts to school nowadays.
went shopping with the parents and felt incredibly guilty about a certain pair of pants but I like stripes & straights okay, and so does Zach Quinto WTH. (I didn't buy those pants just cuz ZQ wears something similar. I SWEAR.)
As for today, I went grocery shopping and got peanut butter and chocolate :DD
I need purpose. I need reason, I need a drive for life.
I think I have faith, but I don't have much of it. It's odd, because I have faith enough to believe in God and His miracles - when the PA system went bonkers on us during OSH Nite we prayed backstage and I really believed, or at least I think I did, that God would make it work.
It isn't easy to really believe that Someone Up There is going to make it work.
But I don't have faith enough to fear God enough.
And if I really do believe in God that much, I should fear Him a lot more, and also love Him a lot more. Love should be spurting out of my ventricles towards everyone.
I am growing increasingly frustrated with my father and mother's attempts at parenting;
I understand that they worry but I cannot understand that they think I am not ready;
(for Pete's sake have you seen the way some people I know drive? )
(maybe you're just afraid I'll be like them and lose a life)
I understand that you worry but I cannot understand your preferences for clothing in Malaysian heat;
(maybe you're just afraid I'm going to turn out like those girls on the streets)
I'm going to grow up someday.
it is inevitable;
maybe if I love my freedom enough, I won't come home ;
I am beginning to find little ways to push out, to retaliate, to roll against the system. I cannot stand being at home any longer; I cannot stand the sight of them. Familiarity breeds contempt, contempt breeds despication. I want to go back to college, oh God! I must be really desperate.
Little ways? My computer is about to die very soon, maybe it's time for a notebook, hence another little way.
Our little youth event in church went well. Videos on the way :)
In anticipation of the event, I came up with a grand plan weeks ahead. I decided that I would buy her perfume. I always seem to buy her jewellery, be it for birthdays/Christmas/Mother's Day, and I happen to be blessed enough to be able to spend more this year, so I figured I could buy a bottle of Chanel, or Dior, or Burberry or whatever smells good.
I thought I had ample time to spare, so I put off getting the bottle of scent. It was a good thing because last Saturday my brother came home and gave my mother a bottle of Chanel.
Chance by Chanel
PENGSAN WEIII GRAND PLAN FAIL.
Sooo, I called up my partner in crime whom I haven't seen in AGES...
Dhivya G!
and we went shopping!
After thinking and deliberating and discussing, with the good help of hotdogs and later Auntie Anne's we went back to the first choice -.- Estee Lauder Summer 09, powder and eyeshadow.
I've never spent this much on anyone before. I went a little over budget but for my mom that's alright. :)
I think she liked it :D
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OSH Nite tmrw!
It's a youth sort of thing we're doing in church. Come come.
I have yet to watch Transformers 2. But I already know some bits of it since some people were so kind as to spill all during today's rehearsal -.-"
The past few weekends and days have been spent on this event. It better be good. It gunna be good. Putting up drapes sure isn't easy. I hope the Christmas lights will work.
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I rearranged my books! :DD
I decided they can't stay on the top shelf of my wardrobe anymore, collecting dust and getting out of shape due to their positions so I moved them into the glass-case bookshelf in the piano room.
Yayyy :D They won't be in my room anymore *sigh* but at least I can sleep knowing they're in good shape.
aand, I realized I still have so many books to finish reading.
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Reading ONTD StarTrek has ended my day on a happy note. Goodnight!
I think I'm going to go bonkers Bonkers BONKERS YO, the way I'm spending my holidays.
Three months is overkill lah! You hear that Taylor's?
(slaps self for complaining about holidays)
Seriously, though, I'm rotting so much I can't even do add maths anymore, I can't remember any physics formulas, I tried drawing Spock last night because I couldn't sleep - FAIL.
Maybe I'll scan the drawing and post it up, that's how much time I have.
So my mum probably thinks I'm a wee bit nutty, because a few days ago she held up the papers and pointed at a picture of Chris Pine and said, "He looks so gay!" and I got all hyper when I saw Zachary Quinto was in the picture too.
So my dad also probably thinks I'm nutty because I went to see Star Trek for the third time today.
I've heard of people who went seven and a half times okay.
The ONTD StarTrek community has taken over my life. Sigh. I bow to its powers.
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My holidays are so long, I've been complaining that I'm bored, but I don't really want to go back to class.
I kinda like this in between phase. I haven't been drawing since the semester ended and the Marchies are going to pwn us at drawing, for shizzle. I can't remember much of my Creative Thinking classes, or any of the classes for that matter. So I'm pretty much doomed once classes start. I'd rather not think about all that. Because I realized, if I don't make it here, I don't really have much place else to go.
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Father's Day is this Sunday. Oh sheet! Dearest Daddee, if I could drive out I'd go buy something for you.
But I can't help thinking that buying presents gets a little old sometimes, and sometimes I feel like it's so stale and not thoughtful to just buy someone something, unless you know it's what they want. I don't know, though, I still like handmade things so much - it's like a piece from the heart.
That probably doesn't make sense, does it? Sometimes I pause mid-sentence because I can't find the word or words to describe what I'm thinking and they're just scratching at the surface but the ice is too thick, and then I come up with something utterly lame to replace the original. My vocabulary is shrinking. My sentence construction mechanism is failing. I need to read more.
And I can't help thinking that I can drive, but my daddee worries so much sometimes. I understand, daddee. At least I like to think I do.
It'll probably take another ten years before I'm allowed to drive out on my own, and probably then I'll have my dad following closely behind in another car.
Maybe one day it'll happen. Like those stories of how you try to hold on so tight, they end up going in the opposite direction. Your worst nightmare. I'll run off and marry a biker, leather jacket and all. We'll tour the US, stop over in all the good places, stay long enough in LA to spot some famous people. I'll get arrested for doing something stupid, just so I can tell my children a good story (I can't stand how boring my background is). We'll go to Europe and drink espressos and sit in those pretty outdoor cafes. Somewhere along the way we'll ditch the motorbikes and go for bicyclesinstead because they don't emit bad gases and bicycles rock anyway.
Then we'll be broke and living on friends' apartment floors (I always read that statement in biographies of famous actors), so I'll design stuff and make millions, and he'll do whatever he does to get MONIES. We'll be so blardy rich, I can have my swimming pool and my yellow iPod and all the skinny jeans and Converse Chucks I could ever want. I'll build an empire, then retire early to take care of the kids because I want to raise them like my mommee raised me.
Screw that. Early retirement no way. I'll be so bored. I'll work and still be able to raise my kids. You just watch me yo.
Location: Grand Kampar Hotel, Kampar, Perak (I saw Delicia there - if you remember the nice girl who taught in SU for a while and helped out in CF. Lol )
Theme: Rediscovering the Father Heart of God
Our hotel! It was pretty nice :)
Zen and I got there early and decided to check out the rooftop swimming pool.
Mmm, the rest of the day was spent lounging about, setting up instruments, welcoming other campers, finding out everyone else's room numbers, and then dinner and the first session!
Our camp speaker - Rev Canon Fred David.
I really like this guy. He's just so charismatic and full of life. He tells really funny stories (red underwear instead of an iPod LOL) but he's just oh so serious too about God, and about living his life to the max.
Mmmkay, my roomies for the first night were Zen & Eunice. There was a lot of random moving around from room to room.
A bunch of people came to hang out in our room that Friday night, we watched The Haunted House or whatever that Eddie Murphy thing was, ate Pringles all over the floor and then decided to head out in search of a mamak. We sat down at the shop just opposite the hotel, then got up and walked out. Went across the field, down the block and found one happening mamak place with awfully slow service.
This is the field, and I can't remember if I took this on the first or second night. It was the one where they had some outdoor rave/party/disco thing going on.
Anyway, read the signboard, and then check out the rubbish on the field.
We went back to the same mamak the following night, for lack of any better place in sight. I swear I got fatter after all that.I mean, we were eating all the time - after night sessions, before going out to eat, in the afternoon, in between sessions... sigh.
Matthew / DK
This is Ian "being emo" (quoted from his blog okay :D )
He also makes friends with girls in lifts (cough) :P
(the bright light in the right place much? :P )
Day 2 = Saturday. Oh gosh we woke up early for devotion. I amaze myself.
I can't stand how cheery people can be in the mornings.
I am so not a morning person.
We celebrated the May and June babies' birthdays!
See the little boy in the centre? He da bomb.
Mmm this must've been bumming in the room. Oh now I remember, something about Wolverine pictures and a video and a homemade song recording :DD wahaha!
Rehearsal for the play :)
On the second day of camp I moved in with Hannah. Long story short, her roommate moved out so I moved in with her. She is one crazy woman.
We talked so much at night we didn't realize it was already past 4am. Of secrets and bestfriends and proposals and MotherNature. The LULZ. Oh word, my soulmate is an aweshome roomie. :D
I look like I'm about to eat a giant lollie -.-
That is Sepet, and he is the cutest MashiMaro ever!
:D
Total camwhorer la Dan. You know it :)
Day 3 = Sunday = total failure to get up on time = visit to Orang Asli Kampung
A whole group of us campers went off in two groups to visit two kampungs in the afternoon.
I rode with Hannah and family. It was some really bumpy trek through the mountain. Daniel drove us; we made it safe and sound :P
Supplies for them
Sheeets I didn't realize I had so many pictures.
That's their church!
Em and Nor. They were the first orang asli I talked to because I waved at them and they giggled. Anyway, they're aweshome kids - it took a while trying to communicate because they speak in, umm, Senoi dialect? Something like BM, but not exactly. But we made friends all the same :)
My new lil sister yo. Has got to be one of the most loving kids ever. Hugs and kisses I got.
She absolutely loved my camera. I think all the kids did.
Pimp yo.
It was so hard to say goodbye! *sniff* After the short sermon and singing and Bible reading, we had time to walk around the village with the orang asli and my kid, Em, grabbed my hand and took me around. When it was time to go I almost couldn't say "Kakak kena balik skarang."
"Kakak kena balik la." "Kak kena balik?" "Ya. Em sayang kakak tak?" "Sayang!"
*plants big smooch on kakak*
Oh word I wanted to take the kid back with me.
Sigh. Anyway. It was a tiring trip and all but so worth it.
I think that's enough of pictures for now.
Camp was loads fun. And entertaining. And insightful. I like that I didn't have trouble staying awake/occupied during sessions thanks to Rev Fred David's preaching (guilty conscience here). I like that he talked about rediscovering that heart of God which loves us all so much and wants us so badly. I love that he preaches with so much energy and gusto - it's incredible. He cracks me up. I like that he challenged the different age groups to go out there and do things.
:)
PS. If anyone's interested in Hannah's videos (the ones where her laughter increases in stages) ...
