Monday, August 31, 2009
My name is officially Jacobe.
Not Jia Ko-pi (eat coffee). Neither am I some kind of biscuits.
Its pronounced as Ya-Ko-Be, you know like the kobe beef? Get it Get it?
But seriously, just call me Zhengguo the next time you see me.
Now, my water baptism experience is very special in that I got wet even before I entered the pool. Yes. It was raining. God sure does have wonderful ways to make this experience memorable. And I tell, when God says He will rain down, He will rain down. No joke.
To me, water batpsim has always been something that i wanted to do. It is just weird that you believe and trust ina God, but you dare not publicly declare.
But the delay was also due to fact that my old man never approved of the existence of religion in the family. And for some reasons, he believes that once we are baptised, we will lose our future as we are doomed to be pastors. God Bless his soul.
But there will come a day when I need to take control of my life and do something I truly wanted to do. So I spoke to him one last time.
" If you want to go I can't stop you also, but you got to bear the consequences.."
What consequences, I do not know. But I do know, that now I have crossed over, I feel that this new encounter with God have already began His work in my life.
One major event done. I wonder what is next.
I want to thank those people who were there with me today. My cell group, my friends. Wanna thank Chee Weng for standing there with me. Congratulations on your water baptism too.
And thank you dear, for walking into the pool with me.
Thank you my Lord Jesus for being there everyday of my life.
{8/31/2009 12:04:00 AM}
Monday, August 10, 2009
Jogging Shoes From Prada?
I jogged. And Jogged. And jogged. Until I could jog no more, I slowed and I mumbled to myself..
"I would've kill myself trying."
"O CG, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it you want to me to say to you huh?
DO you want me to say poor you, the terrain's picking on you, poor you poor CG.. HMM? Wake up 34, they're just doing their job.
Don't you know you are running along the same routes that carried some of the greatest runners of the decade,
Auntie from 1st avenue, cute dude from your block, hot babe from the opposite block?
And what they did, what they created was greater than exercise, because you live your life in it.
Well not you obviously, but some people do.
You think this is just a workout? This not just a workout. This is a shiny beacon of hope for..lets say a slightly fatter but cute boy living in Bedok with other siblings pretending to go to reservist when he really slacking and reading The Newpaper under the glances of his sergeants in his No. 4.
You have no idea how many legends run through these, and what's worse, you don't even care. Because this route, where so many people would die to run, you only deign to run.
And you want to know why that hot babe living opposite doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold-star at the end of your IPPT receipt at the end of the day.
Wake up, sweetheart."
And after saying all of this, I took one more deep breath, and continued to run until I reached .... no not my destination, but the next bus stop.
I continued walking.
{8/10/2009 10:50:00 PM}
Friday, July 31, 2009
Looking Alike
One of the things about shifting rooms is that you get to dig up old trash that you thought you lost donkey years ago.
"OH! So that's where my keys went!"
"I was looking for these underwear!"
"WAH LAU, no wonder my wallet was short of $50!" ( I wish..)
And this does not exclude things that you wished had been buried, but yet, fate, like God, works in very mysterious ways. I found my old book of autographs that my old school friends from secondary school and primary school would write in before we graduate. You know? Those books where you would pass around, and then people would decorate the pages and write nice things about you.
Now there are the things that will make you scream:
"ARGGGHHH!! I looked like that last time?????""""
And I found a particular picture of me.. well not just of me actually..
Try and see if you can spot me?
Well another thing that i have dug up are my old Japanese serials.
Actually i have began watching some of them and as a result have slept late over the past few days.
I must say, I have always admired the Japanese, and their dramas.
Unlike Hong Kong's, Japanese serials usually do not last more than 12 episodes, excluding the movies and "specials."
The longest I remember was A-Shin and Heaven's Coin.
Unlike the Taiwan's, Japanese serials do not have cheesy music and theme songs. They usually have customized soundtracks. I personally like the soundtrack from "Overtime" and a few others.
Finally, unlike the Singapore's, Japanese serials does not have plots comprising 3 people gambling over the past 20 years.
Don't get me wrong, I am not saying that the rest sucked, I for one really loved Kim Sam Soon, but I still feel I enjoyed Japanese serials more.
Of course, there are a handful of crappy soaps, but even the crappy ones have merits such as good directing or fabulous artistic camera angles.
Thing about dramas is, once you start, you are hooked. I am sure many of us are still trying to catch Ugly Betty, Prison Break, and Heroes.
I am currently watching this drama starring Toshiaki Karasawa, who is a famous cook working in a small restaurant.
For some strange reason, when I see him , I see Jude. But they really look alike don't you think? The same hamster-ish features, even their behaviour also quite similar. Just that Karasawa is sooo much better looking.
Jude needs to do something about his hair, i think rebonding and some colour would be nice. And o, he needs to shave.
{7/31/2009 12:39:00 AM}