Ahh... It's so nice to have speedy Internet connection! Loading pictures is breezier and blogging seems much more enjoyable.
So here I am again, back at this writing and picture loading business. Just because it's as stress-relieving as... well I'm not even stressed at this moment so there's nothing to relieve.
I think it's called "itchy fingers".
So here I am again, back at this writing and picture loading business. Just because it's as stress-relieving as... well I'm not even stressed at this moment so there's nothing to relieve.
I think it's called "itchy fingers".
Let's begin with this past Friday, 6th August.

That morning, I met up with Amanda and company at our dear secondary school- Tanjong Katong Secondary.

That girl was busy snapping pictures of every little corner of the school. She even took a picture of the food kitchens in the canteen!
I guess that's what you call a serious art student. Seeing art in everything...

I was just happy to be back in my favourite position in my favourite part of the school- the canteen!

Two Korean drama fanatics discussing something.... Probably Korean-related things.
It was pretty cool to visit TK again after all this time. It seems as though things are still the same but yet, better.
Standing in the hallways, I realised that I am actually really glad that I had the opportunity to attend this school and meet the teachers who in their own ways, inspired me throughout the years.

Wow... Can't wait for the MRT lines to be ready for the next time I'm back.







Didn't really feel like going home or to sleep that night. Just kept thinking about candles and lanterns and wax.
Saturday morning, my dad, his brother and I set off for KL, Malaysia.


The duck was nice but I was still full from that day's gargantuan breakfast.


Super idea!



Pooped from the car ride, I fell into a pretty deep sleep that night after walking to digest the food.


The pastor talked that day about the role of the father. He explained that fathers would do well to take charge of the roles given to them by God. Those roles being priest (representing his family to God), preacher (representing God to his family) and king (governing his family under God's authority).
While that's all nice and relevant for the fathers present in the congregation, I was more interested in the part about women being like helpers and deacons in the church. The pastor said that women were to be like helpers to their husbands, but that the ultimate authority to govern the family should still belong to the man.
What he said was a rather unfamiliar concept to me since I've been brought up in a rather matriarchical family. But I'm glad that God is speaking to me on this issue. I'm sure that He has greater things in store for the future.


Spent a good part of the day at Times Square in KL later. Shopping and whatnot. I got away with only two shirts and a wallet. Didn't go too crazy despite all eleven stories of discounts and sales.







There are no pictures of the yong tau foo at all because their food was delicious and we gobbled it all up before I remembered to snap anything.


By 14:00, we were in Johor Bahru on the way back to Singapore.
Again, food drew us to the restaurant Zhu Lin (Bamboo Forest) which is famous for its chicken.
The chicken was very nice and tender and tore away quite easily. Very delicious, but again, I was feeling a little too full.
Random picture of other people ordering in the restaurant.
Stopped by Four Seasons to get mooncakes and to use the toilet.
Saw an old milestone during the 2 hour jam on the JB side of customs. My dad said that there used to be milestones like that in Singapore as well.
My Si Per still refers to places in Singapore by milestones. He asked where Pei Hwa Primary was and my dad had to tell him that it was at the Bt. Timah 7 miles, not Jurong 10 miles.
That's a totally different generation for you.
Got back just in time to watch the NDP on TV.
Happy Birthday Singapore! May God bless this nation and grant her wise and God-fearing leaders in the generations to come. May the Lord bring peace and well-being to its people as they come to know the Lord and keep His ways. Amen!
I'll be back soon with a Bali post.
<3





My Si Per still refers to places in Singapore by milestones. He asked where Pei Hwa Primary was and my dad had to tell him that it was at the Bt. Timah 7 miles, not Jurong 10 miles.
That's a totally different generation for you.

Happy Birthday Singapore! May God bless this nation and grant her wise and God-fearing leaders in the generations to come. May the Lord bring peace and well-being to its people as they come to know the Lord and keep His ways. Amen!
I'll be back soon with a Bali post.
<3
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