2 days ago I cut my hair.
Now it's poofy and short, so much that when I shake my head vigourously, my hair doesn't tangle...
That's a good thing.
My hair dries much more easily too because of the short length.
Also, it isn't as irritating in the hot weather anymore.
But, I have a bit of a problem tying my hair and my hair gets in my collar, but other than that, I'm very happy.
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Yesterday: Sunday
Headed for church at 10:37. Waited for the bus for what seemed like lightyears before the bus actually came.
Arrived at church late. At about 11:05. All my sis' fault. Char Siew Bao is protable, but she insists to eat it in the house.
Argh. That's why we probably missed the earlier bus.
So it was revealed that we were in the same buzz group. I'm not that thrilled. But at the same time, I am, once I found out that my sister was only going to church because our parents made us go and that she doesn't want to seek God.
Service was as usual, until alter call. I wanted a change in my life, because I have been straying from the track and the race we were supposed to run for God.
The alter overflowed, so we were on the steps. Although I wasn't prayed for (I think I was skipped, for some odd reasons. It happened a few times already. Maybe they could see my shining [already mended] relationship with God so they didn't think I needed help? [Dream on...]), I still felt His presence.
It was because I wasn't prayed for that I felt Him, I think. I've always been a selfish person, though I've tried hard to change, but I don't know if it worked. This time, when I wasn't prayed for, my heart told me that even if I was missed, I needed to let others be touched and prayed for.
So I extended my spiritual hands over everyone answering to the alter call and prayed. In tongues. When the worship team striked up a new song, I just felt this sensation coming over me and I almost teared. I wished I remembered the song, but I have a feeling it was an upbeat song...
I felt that God had wanted me to be aware of this selfishness that I have and that I should learn to place others before myself. I felt really blessed when I started blessing other people by praying for them.
I'm not sure if everyone was prayed for, but I just want all of them to know that even if they think they've been forgotten and that God won't reach them, I will pray for them, because I know what it feels like to feel forgotten, as if I didn't matter to the world.
After service, we gathered and ate at a nearby coffee shop/hawker center/restaurant. The food was nice.
But the service sucked.
I ordered Hor Fun along with another person, one of the leaders at the table ordered crispy noodles, the other one asked for rice with meat, and the 3 remaining (not leaders) called for Hokkien Mee.
The Hor Fun, Crispy Noodles, and Rice came first. My Hor Fun didn't come for the next half an hour. I was actually wondering if they'd forgotten my order...
During that 'next half an hour', the leader who ate the rice left, and I ate the leftover of half a bowl shape of white rice along with the slightly spicy sauce (hey, it's SSS!).
Yum!
Then up came the 3 Hokkien Mees. No wait, the Hokkien Mee came before the leader left, I think.
The other leader finished her meal, and the leftover was given to me again! Oh! How nice the noodles were!
A long while later, my Hor Fun still hadn't come, so we cancelled the order.
Following that, my sister couldn't finish her Hokkien Mee, so half the plate went down into my stomach.
A while later, another person who ate Hokkien Mee couldn't finish hers either, so I downed the 1/4 that was left.
I was so full, and in the end, I only had to pay for the Green Tea that I asked! What a cheap meal!
Hmm, before that 'half an hour where I waited without much patience for the never-coming Hor Fun', I talked to the leader at the other table about manga after she spotted me reading Parfum Extrait 0 which I got for my Christmas present.
She liked Furuba and Gakuen Arisu. Ah, the cliches of being a female.
On top of that, she didn't like Kaori Yuki's style, stating that it was too Western.
I thought that that was the good point about her drawings! It was unconventional and so original! I loved the style and admired it a lot!
Grr....
Oh! I just remembered. During that 'half an hour where I waited without much patience for the never-coming Hor Fun', one of the leaders at my table told us that the candy cane actually bears a significance to Christianity!
She said that if the candy cane was inverted, it would be a 'J', and that represented Jesus!
If you suck at the candy, the red comes off first to reveal white, which is purity! The red, representing Jesus' blood, cleansed us and made us pure!
Then if you looked at the upright candy cane in another light, it would look like a shepherd's staff! It represents Jesus as our shepherd, guiding us in the dark when we get lost.
So meaningful, right?
Hmm, after lunch, we headed back to church and collected a number for 'family communion'. In my buzz group's case, we're doing it as a 'spiritual family communion' instead of a 'biological family communion'.
I think our number was 235.
We assembled in the chapel, then when our number was called, proceeded to the preparation room, where we prayed for each other that we may be able to concentrate on our relationship with God in the new year of 2009.
When we finished preparing our hearts for the communion, we entered the summit, and after consuming the bread representing the body of Christ and the 'wine' representing the blood of the Lord, we prayed once more.
Then we were free to go.
I waited for my brother. He SMSed to say that his number was 254. During the wait, my sis found out from my mum that we were to go to Takashimaya. She said my brother knew the way.
Damn. I thought we could go home. My father had SMSed me earlier when I told him we'd be having lunch outside that we should take the bus home.
It turned out that my brother only knew the way to Orchard MRT Station. I could do up till that far too, didn't need his help or assistance...what was my mother thinking? Was she underestimating me?!
Anyway, I thought that by 'my brother knew the way', he knew how to get there by bus and arrive right outside Takashimaya.
ARGH.
In the end, we called my father and he told us to go to Wisma. From there, I dunno what'll happen.
So we went to Wisma. My sister spotted Takashimaya from there (wow, such a pro at spotting shopping centers...), but for some strange reasons, my brother led us into Wisma. Once again, I was misled that my brother knew the way...
We exited Wisma and headed for the red building my sister claimed to be Takashimaya. I was totally relieved when I saw the words 'TAKASHIMAYA' on the building...
Upon entering, we didn't know where we were, but I concluded that we were on the 2nd level of Takashimaya, seeing that 4 floors below us held a directory that enlarged level B2's map while that of the other levels were about half the size and shoved in a clump to the right.
We went up one level and entered Kinokuniya, informing our parents that we were going to stay there till they find us, cuz' we didn't know where in Takashimaya we were and we are going to get lost if we tried to find our way around.
I immediately headed for the manga section, totally awed by the (7) long rows of English manga.
It turns out that they even have Japanese Magazines! I saw Jump. It was, of course, in Japanese, but a shelf held the English version. There were many more Japanese magazines. About 6 rows of them.
There were manga in Japanese too. I didn't bother counting how many shelves, though I have a feeling there's over 3 shelves. Chinese translations were there too.
My father allowed me to get 2 Chinese mangas! Yay!
Oh yea, by the way, one side of these two shelves is one row:
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(This is the top view of 2 shelves [and a very ugly illustration, on top of that...])
The row includes the bottom most to the top.
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(This is side view, showing a complete row)
These five layers on on one side is a row.
Uh...I've got a feeling you may not exactly get what I'm saying, so I'll move on.
For dinner, we ate at one of the Crystal Jade branches in the area. We had to wait for a long time. About half an hour. Our queue number was 151. The light above our table was very nice. My father wished he had brought a camera.
We had the kind of dinners we wouls have when one of my grandparents' birthday comes. It was the first time we had it as an immediate family circle.
The first batch of Crysanthemum tea was very nice and sweat, the flavour was rich too, but the more refills we have, the less prominant the taste became...
It was a great meal. The fried rice was awesome! Though I wish the prawns would be slightly more fresh and not explode at the back...maybe some wine on them would be nice too.
After dinner, my mum continued shopping. At Bosini, I saw this/these (2) shirt(s) that was/were just simply awesome!
Well, of course, it/they was/were (a) guys shirts so my mother didn't get them for me...
I thought we were supposed to shop for Chinese New Year clothings...
You know, it was only when I heard the sound of metal...walls being pulled down to indicate that shops are closing that I realized how late 21:30 was...
Hmm, anyway, I got lost trying to find my way out of the toilet area. There were two areas connected to the toilet.
When I emerged from the ladies, I didn't know which direction to take, so I took the right one (though I had a feeling I was on the wrong track). It turned out that it was a totally different place where I came from...
I was really glad to make it back to Bosini...
My father muddled up the level where he parked the car, so we went from level 7 to level 6.
Oh yea. My mother banned me from buying anymore manga...so sad...would I be allowed to buy more if my Chinese improved?
