It's the 10000000nth time on the PIE that I see BMs cutting lanes. Mind you, they're not changing lanes, they're cutting lanes. Cutting means they see your car slow, they cut to lane 2, cut to lane 3, cut back to lane 2 and cut happily to lane 1. I'm saying this not only because they cut me, but other cars in front as well.

It makes no sense to me when I'm already travelling at 110km/hr (ok sometimes only), they just have to accelerate to 120 just to derive the marginal happiness of cutting right in front of you. So, if the traffic in front is slow, you cut in front and be about 5m ahead of me, it makes you happy? Traffic slow means slow lah, stop thinking PIE belongs to your ancestors and cause inconvenience to everyone else on the road.

If I ever get into an accident with a BMW, I'll get off the car, slam my door, and shout, "You think your car expensive my car is very cheap ah? Anyway, I regret to inform you that you're jolly well in the wrong because you exceeded the speed limit on the expressway."

Actually if you were to observe on the roads, majority of BM drivers are 20 over, 30 over years of age. Tsk tsk, so eager to prove their self-worth, so eager to achieve.

I just received the letter confirming the good news that I got my $2000 scholarship. PRAISE GOD. Some time ago I was praying quite hard that I can get it, so that my expenses for the mission trip would be taken care of. Now I have money to pay my parents, and some in excess for the "21st birthday fund". But come to think of it, after deducting those unnecessary expenses in getting my card replacements (please go read the previous posts if you haven't), my account isn't really growing? Right, at least it remained stagnant, not spiral downwards.

I wonder why didn't I apply for any scholarship after 'A' levels. I remember coming up with some feeble excuse that it's not even 4As, my GP not even A2 and above, which insane organisation would want to offer me one. Actually I still think like that. Imagine how much gruelling I have to go through during those much-hated interviews. They'll ask me stuff like "what books do you enjoy reading", or "what recent news has left a deep impression on you". I'm sorry, I do read books but if I had excess time I'll spend them organising my course notes and highlighting my textbooks. And I do like to keep myself updated with the news, but I don't like to arrow a particular issue and talk about them till the cows come home. Some things are just better left known, and then unsaid. It's not as if you discuss about it, you'll be able to change the situation. The more you say, the more wrong you get. Worse still, if the interviewer doesn't agree with your point and gives you a life sentence just because of one sentence (pun intended), say bye bye to your scholarship.

Maybe I'm too passive. Then again, I would prefer things presently, where I occasionally try my luck at the clan association and get money falling down from the sky. But mind you, I went from their interview, in mandarin some more. I've not spoken formal mandarin for 4 years.

In preparing for the mission trip in Thailand, Vanessa and I adopted 4 kids yesterday. But they were babies so we had to give names. For convenience sake, we just named them Amy, Bob, Cathy and Danny in chronological order of their birth dates. So, the orange one emerged first, then the yellow, blue and pink. Bob (yellow) had deformities initially, but luckily he was salvaged in the end. I'll show you a picture of our babies below:
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Alright, enough of nonsense. Smart people don't get tricked. But the balloons are really for the coming mission trip. We had to learn how to make animal balloons for the kids in Thailand. My first time learning how to twist and turn. And then, we'll have to learn dancing, kids songs, prepare teaching materials blah blah. Tell me about all these after 25th nov yah?

I know I was super duper depressed a few days back. Like nothing could cheer me up. If you were to ask me how come I've recovered so fast, actually I have no idea. Besides all the concern from friends and all the prayers, I think the only reason I can come up with is my faith in the Lord. Faith that He knows what He's doing, and really, He is more than sufficient. Just that it gets abit *urghs* when all He tells you is to trust, and believe. But you know, I think He makes sense. After searching hard for a solution, I realise there's no better solution other than His plans. So, I must know where my eyes are set on.

from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll:

"Would you tell me please, which way I ought to go from here?"

"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the cat.

"I don't much care where," said Alice.

"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the cat.