time to give thanks

it’s mostly been a wonderful week for me; with assignments ( i know..again..) finished…(finallY)…and I got to catch a few breathers down my busy busy busy life.

Finishing the last assignment this mornign..was a joyous occasion. Never before has printing out the last bit of the assignment been more fulfilling than this afternoon. Then I went for classes…and got back one more assignment..Int’l Business..which was a killer assignment..

well well…Thank God really for the wonderful marks that He gave to me, a High Distinction, with Him guiding me through the toothache, and letting me write the report, giving me such good results…that’s really wonderful.

it’s just a pity that i can’t share this with the one i wanted to share the joy with. all the stress of work, assignments and stuff…and i can’t really help from here; maybe just do the couple odd essay or two, but nothing really.

I’ve got my exams round the corner too, and that means I don’t have that much time to spare,  and I can’t be a real good listener at night (would be pretty much burnt out), and I can’t do as much stuff as I am able to normally for you…

sighs…anywayy…

I’m also going to move to a house which had blessed OCF for a very very long time in the past few years. Yes, I’m moving…the house is a nice house, very homely, quiet…and it’s a proper house house…not an apartment..

Really have to thank God this one, just a wondrous miracle; at the time me and moses (my housemate) was looking for a place, this one just came on a silver platter, waiting for us.

July will be our moving-in day, and yeah…it’s kinda great…happening thing…moving in with Moses, Jinn and perhaps Aaron later on in the future, with a proper doublelockup garage…*potential garage-banders*

So…updates from downunder…hm….it’s getting colder…and MY HOT WATER IS GONEEEE…..that’ IS BAD….

yeahhh…apart from that, Life’s been quite good…

The long distance relationship tt I have, is kinda…well..there’s always the ups and downs..the quarrels, the sometimes-i-feel-hapless kind of feeling… and of course, there are times when you just feel like *should we just spare each other…*BUT

absence makes the heart grows fonder..and true…nothing beats the feeling of hearing her voice in the morning when she calls… and not having her here, just makes me realize how much I really cherish her, the companionship, the relationship and the times when i can just talk to her regarding virtually anything…those are times that I really miss…

and i thank God, for giving her to me.

 

another..long…awaited update..

hmm..it’ s been a while, i know…

Well, I finished a major assignment like a week ago (last Friday), and then a presentation on Tuedsay…and now I’m in the midst of doing a few more assignments; one due on Monday, one on Tuesday, and the last one on the Moday after.

Through all these assignments, muddle-headedness and all the tough fights with my will and my complacency, I saw the light more than once, and God’s grace is really great.

Well, giving thanks is one of my priorities, for I have gotten back pretty much most of my last round’s assignment results, and they were great! Although I felt that I could have done better on some of them, there was nothing much to complain about though.  I did mostly well, one Credit + and 2 Distinctions, and I had an unexpected HD for my elective subject..which I thought I was going to barely scrape through or even fail.

That, was God’s grace.

The same with my last major assignment, which was 35%, and the presentation on Tuesday. I wouldn’t be able to finish them all without God being there for me, keeping me warm with His love and guidance through the night, and letting my brain have the proper channels of distribution for the words to just come right through.

And the gift of HD on Tuesday after a killer Friday and Monday itself was a burden lifted on my shoulders. Moreover, I was able to attend a concert after that…haha…

I watched a metal concert, with the band Dragonforce from UK playing. Man, they rocked the house down. I had so much fun, had an awesome time there.

I body surfed for the first time in my life, and I was right smack in the mosh pit.  (for those who don’t know these terms..hm..there’s always google or wikipedia)

But one lesson I learnt was that I should NEVER judge a book by its cover. And it’s hard to do that sometimes.  Whilst queuing up, I was alone, probably the most normal-looking person on Collins Street with all the metalheads around. There were those who had tattoos decorating their entire body, with piercings, jewelries and other forms of body mutilations around, and there were also those clear hardcore metal fans.

Honestly, fear struck me when I saw them. I was trembling, fearing that something would go wrong inside…what if I got bashed up for not being ‘one of them’…at least that’s what I saw in the earlier days of metal music from videos…what if I was racially abused? and all the other what ifs started running through my mind.

However, as time unfolded, the crowd streamed down the concert floor and when the opening act played, I was enjoying myself in the music amongst those ‘monster-like’ people…

During the interchange, a few of them struck conversations with me, and I was taken aback. They were just like HUMANS. just like US. the normal-no-tattoo-no weird jewelry-whatsoever nonsense is that shirt you’re wearing type.

Some of them were professionals working in major companies like IBM, Ernst and Young and etc, and some of them were in Uni, and they were just there to enjoy the fun, although they were very much assimilated into the powermetal subculture (one amongst many).

I was able to relax much further, but as the main band came on the stage, it was a little crazy, with the mosh pit becoming a place where it was getting pretty much too chaotic, with barely room to breathe.

So I decided to take a breather and quit the moshpit and stood on the sides. Then the bodysurfing started…and I’d always wanted to try that out..and I did…whahaa…

Yeah, I did enjoy myself…and I returned home allright.

I’d once felt the calling to serve God through music, the heavier genres. I saw a lot of lost people, whom I wanted to reach out to.  I’m praying about it, and I’m consciously making my inroads with a lot of caution and awareness of the surroundings I’m going into, although I’m really taking in very small minuscule steps.

I’ve always felt that I could serve in that area, for I have an inclination towards the heavier side of music; however, I’m aware of the many dangers and evils that lurks there too. I’m praying, that I’m aware, and am wisely threading that line to see where God’s plans for me lies.

And now, I’m back to doing my assignments, with a one evening break on Friday, going for OCF and then supper afterwards, I’ll be locking myself up in Uni’s comp labs the whole day tomorrow…I just hope to finish everything by tomorrow evening, and then Sunday can be a rest day before I embark on the other report I have to hand up on Tuesday..

Yupz…and I really appreciate my friends, my family and my dearest for standing by me in their own respective ways throughout these time…I know that I can be a pain in the arse sometimes…so..forgive me k?

Cheerioss

MuL

 

tired

Been quite worn out, trying to study and all, but nothing much seem to be going into my brain!

Realization that I’m far behind studies (once again) has hit me, and I’ve devised a little timetable (hopefully that works..) which lists out all my supposed schedule over the next few weeks or so.

My sayang has found a job…whaha…which is great, and I’m looking forward to the treats that’s coming…mwhahahaa… anyway, if you’re bored, just come here n drop some comments…or write my testimonials!!! you still owe me a fair bit! =P

Assignments are comign..again..? whahaa.a… and I think I’ll be loving the next few weeks, and thereafter, exams…

Had Seafest last week, had fun meeting new people, and being able to serve Him once again felt really good after so long. That sense of awakening, sense of honor and sense of humility just came awash over me, and although it was a small part that I played, it felt really good. Thank You for the opportunity.

Cell group@ OCF is great, friendships are growing; and it’s really something that I look forward to attend over the whole week! And although I’m still praying about it, I hope that I can serve on campus through OCF, and maybe at church, although that would be later on. First step would be serving @ July camp…and I’m really looking forward to it!

I’m currently attending Cross Culture church @ Swanston st, and although it is a little different from what I’m used to attending back in Singapore and Indonesia, I feel that God wants me there. Ministry wise, I’ll look for what God wants, and I’ll answer it when He gives the answer. Please do pray for me, so that I can be attentive to what God wants and not what I want.

Hmm…away from all that, it’s been a fun week, with a mid-week break (Anzac day) and we had some time to explore Brighton beach, which was quite fun! Photos are up at my friendster page, http://www.friendster.com/mulyadirobin

And on Thursday (had no class), the four good friends went to the city and met up with Xiashun, my China friend as he is known to the others, whom I have not seen in almost six months! It was great seeing him once again, and I’m sure that that won’t be the last time we are going to meet up!

Great news is that he’s believed in Christ, and I’m really happy for him. I hope that he continues to grow in Him, through his church and the friends around him! =)

I still owe some people e-mails…whahaa…and I’ll be writing them..reallY!…

and i’ll have to go off early, study a little bit more, then go to sleep so that I can wake up for morning service…

Overall, downunder is still a very very fun place for me…! =)

p.s. Roger Doriot and his ministry in Papua is in need of funding, and for those who wants to, you could e-mail me and I’ll forward you his details, or go to www.crossworld.org and give online…indicate Roger Doriot if you wish.

Thank you guys for all the prayers and support, and thanks for being there for me all the time!

Cheerios

MuL down under

 

Mid Semester Break. Easter.

A little late, but better late than never.

Easter came and went by last week; and so did my (almost) two week long mid-semester break. Come to think of it, I’ve been here for two months already, and that’s fast. First round of assignments are over (1 more due by Friday), and then in two or three weeks’ time, the second round will come.

A pleasant surprise, the best ever easter egg I’ve ever gotten in my whole life was my girlfriend coming to Melbourne! It wasn’t a total surprise, for I knew that there was a chance of her coming during my mid-semester break, for a short while with her parents. She got her visa one fine morning, and by night time she was on the flight to Melbourne.

Like they say, absence makes the heart grows fonder. An overused phrase, almost cliche, in fact. However, for those who’re in LDRs, or who were in LDRs would know that this is true; that when you hold on to a hope, that one day you’ll meet each other again, the fire will burn quietly but steadily.

Shopping and sightseeing in Melbourne. That’s what we did….ate the good food, bought the best bargains and saw the sights of Melbourne. A long stroll along Yarra River on a cold cold night, walking around Melbourne city aimlessly, bargaining at Queen Vics, catching movies (finally..again..=P)…a movie marathon last Sunday, sitting down at Federation Square and watching my sms-es on the display screen…that was fun..

Cooking at home…hopping up n down trams in the city, the not-so-long anymore train journeys….

and today, she went back.
It wouldn’t be the same again…cooking at home, walking the city, the trams and trains, Melbourne Central, Campberwell, Lygon, QV…I’m sad..of course I am…

But I am so grateful that I had the chance to hold her hands, hug her and walk with her so fast after that day in Changi…and it’s square one all over again…

Emo..

My room is so quiet and uncannily neat…and only the music of Letto and MYMP fills my heart with good memories…and forcing myself to focus on the assignment ahead keeps me from reminiscing too much…

And I tell myself…it’s not going to be that long before you see her again…or maybe it would be…but whatever it is, you gotta be strong for her, and for yourself.

Thank God for the wonderful gift; thank you for coming to Melbourne; I know you’re gonna land soon.

MuL

 

assignmentssss….OVER….(not quite yet)

As I printed out the last of the three bibliographies that i had printed over the past 24 hours, i breathed a sigh of relief…only to find that i have not added ONE author’s work into my list…and i had to reprint it…

at least that was over. for the time being. It’s really a wonder beyond all wonders, that within this short period of time, I was given the wisdom n the speed to do my assignments after pondering on them for so long.

I was at a huge loss over the past few weeks, trying to figure out a stand for the ‘free trade is fair’ question, and after countless journals and articles, going through heaps of text at lightspeed, I decided to just go to OCF, pray about it and hopefully be able to rely on God.

And Friday’s topic was on faith, and how faith should be. And I was reminded about all the times that He had guided and lifted me up, shielded me and protected me.

Trust it all to Him, leave no ’safety pin’ for yourself, but commit yourself to Him through faith, and all you have to do is do your best, and God will do the rest.  No cheating in there, I did do my groundwork to the best of my capabilities (or what I was willing to) and when there were problems, I tried all means humanely possible to solve it, and failed.

I admit, I didn’t exactly ’switch on’ my faith, and chose to handle it my own human way, but the peace and reassurance that I had when I prayed about it was overwhelmingly calming.

It inspired me to write, and write did I not.

The marks, the grades, I pray and let God decide for me. I just leave knowing that I’ve done what I could, and I’ll be thankful for that.

Easter’s round the corner. How fast does time fly! I thought that it was only a few months when I sat in the green shirt at camp amongst my friends,  and to think of it, I was a part of the committee too!

No camp this Easter for me, just self-reflecting on the sacrifice that Jesus made, and I’ll try to spend some quality time (after all the quarrels) with my loved one, who’s coming down for a ’short’ holiday, and to apply for school.. =)

So…i’ll catch a few hours of sleep, before rushing down to campus before 10, then I’ll be off to the gym and then back to campus for classes…life goes on!

Catch ya guys ard…

 

21 today

Finally, I’ve turned 21!

haha…yeah..the ‘big’ birthday thing, and no, i’m not drunk! haha..

In a way, almost all my life, I’ve epitomed my 21st birthday as one that would have big big expensive parties and all the such..  But in reality, I’ve never really liked a big party for myself, I sure like to be in a big party, but never one for me.

I’d rather spend it with people I treasure, in a quiet setting, don’t need all the big bang and bucks. I’d rather not be drunk, and reflect back on my 21 years of life.

Sounds so NOT me, right?

But birthdays have always been my solitude reflection days, like New Year’s Eve too.

This time round, I’m away from my family, from the people I love most, and celebrated it in Australia, not by myself, but I have friends who celebrated it with me, and that is one of the most wonderful thing that I’d have asked for.

My dear far far away, thank you for calling me, for being there for me, and no matter what we quarrel about, it’ll all work out eventually..I love you so much.

Moses, Huiling, Szemin, Jarrod, Wyna n Kevin, thanks for the ’surprise’ party…really touched by it..=)  And all the guys n gals from the Mews, thanks for the celebration too…I really really appreciated it!

My parents n family, =)

Oom Handi n Tante Daisy..makasihhh!!!

My close friends from Singapore…Rissa, Dian, Nadia, Grace Kong, Grace Gumala, Jac, Amel (kos), Amel (GPO)..thankss!!! n the rest too..hehe..=)

n the people here, Octa, Hema, SueLyn, MingLee, n the rest..thanks!

So…21 years of life, love, hatred, happiness and sadness.

So much has happened over the past 21 years, and I’m so grateful of everything that’s happened, the good and the bad, for those made me who I am today, and who I will be in the future too.

All the wonderful lessons and love from God, the wonderful blessings and literally, everything I have in this life belongs to You, and thank You for reminding me that each day that goes by, is all by Your grace, and thank You for loving me so much.

All the friends that I’ve had, you’re all still close to my heart. I’m bad at keeping in touch…that’s me. ahaha…So sorry…=P

Looking back at the past year, I suppose that the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me would be getting together with someone special, being loved and being able to love back, that’s so wonderful.

And the lessons that I’ve learnt, from church, from school, from work and friendships, those are lessons that I’d keep close and remember.

For the year ahead, to work hard, study hard, rock hard(er), and well…to serve God and be close to Him ever more.

yupzzzz

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i’ve been church-hopping the past month or so, and I’ll settle down real soon, once I’ve found one that I feel is God’s call to me.

I’ve been to Cross Culture (Church of Crhist), Emannuel Baptist Church, Full Gospel Assembly Melbourne, and most recently Planetshakers City Church..

had some wonderful experience, and I’m looking forward to serve God when He calls me again.

I’ve also joined Overseas Christian Fellowship at the campus, and they’re a bunch of wonderful people!

allrights…I’ll keep you guys updated..

Cheers from DownUnder

MuL

 

updateessss

It’s march 2007, and I’m in Melbourne…seriously!

For those of you who didn’t know, my apologies.

After ten long years in Singapore, I’ve now moved to Melbourne, pursuing my higher education at Monash University. I miss Singapore, the people, the friendships, the food and quite rightly, almost everything I’d known for the last ten years in my life.

Melbourne’s fine, pretty much more expensive than Singapore though…(so don’t complain!)..

public transport’s like…horribly expensive, so is eating out…

 School’s fine though, so far so good, and my housemates, are excellent..=), and i’ve also made more friends, gone to a church, but that wasn’t exactly what i was looking for…so i will go church hunting some more before making a decision…yupz..

anyway, will update very soon, so..fornow…just enjoy these pictures… =)

   

 

on Indonesia, Islam, Bush and the like.

Whilst the topic of debate in Singapore would be about the GST increase; the hot topic in Indonesia is about the arrival of George W. Bush next week after the APEC summit for a six-hour visit in this country.

 

Activists or what they claim to be, protest the arrival of Bush, claiming that his arrival in this country is a waste of money, a treachery to the religion of Islam, and that by hosting him here, the president has just reaffirmed his position as America’s puppet in Indonesia.

 

Most of the activists are paid to shout the slogans that may not even reflect what they feel, or they may claim to hate him, for what he’s done, for what America’s done, but most probably, they don’t even know the facts.

 

Poor Indonesians; the uneducated normal folks being manipulated by the richer ones, who has political motives, or even some unreliable religious-backed nonsense. That’s kind of sad ain’t it?

 

A group of Islamic leaders has declared that should the visit go ahead, they will send thousands of Muslim protesters to show their disgust and hatred towards Bush. The sad fact is, by doing that, aren’t they affirming the West’s view that Islam is a religion of hatred and violence?

 

I have nothing against Islam. In fact, from what I know, what I’ve seen growing up in an Islamic-majority country, is that Islam is a religion of love, peace and not what it is portrayed by the Al-Qaeda’s so-called religious war, and the nonsense that some Indonesians have portrayed it as.

 

In Poso, when a group of Christians and Muslims clashed and then three Christians were judged to be the provocateurs, and then sentenced to death despite their pleas that they were innocent, it showed how easy people can twist religion and make people kill or do their intent, in the name of God.

 

That, is total bullshit. Christians or Muslims, when manipulated by the people for a specific agenda, but sugar-coating it with religious verses, are the same. They are just plain idiots.

 

You see, this post is not about attacking Islam or Christians, or religious-related intent; but rather to highlight how sometimes, the people of my beloved country can be so close-minded, so blatantly stupid in their faith.

 

Honestly, I’m frustrated by these people, who for a few dollars can attempt a coup de tat of a government they had supported just weeks ago. How they feel that price increases and wastages of money from hosting people such as Bush disadvantage them, and that money should be channeled towards the poor instead.

 

Speaking from what I see, there are a lot of locals here who are well-to-do. Those who’s got a job, a proper house and family, but when the time comes to pay the bills, they can’t do so.

 

That’s because, most of the locals dare to spend. They dare to spend more than what they can earn, and when they spend, they just do it without thinking or considering for the rainy day, and then expect the government just to give them handouts and just protest and topple governments after governments time and time again.

 

You would be surprised, how many people whose incomes are less than S$2 can own handphones, albeit a used one. I mean, look at it. That amount of money can probably be used to support a day’s meals and lodging, and most probably as well, there would be a little bit of spare cash which can be used for savings. But alas, prostitutes, cigarettes and alcohol are what they turn to when they have extra cash; or they go out and shop, buying handphones and signing up for phone lines which they may not be able to afford in the long run.

 

The truth is, most of the rich people, started from a poor slate. My grandfather and grandmother came to Indonesia with nothing in their hands, working as a coolie, teaching and climbing up and down mountains to sell dried bee-hoon to support the growing family.

 

Through hard work and perseverance, they were able to support a family of five boys, and two girls, and even paying for tertiary education. That could only come about not from just a God-given opportunity, but also because they bit the bullet and saved up whatever they could, even if there was enough to spare.

 

There are plenty of poor to rich, rags to riches tale around, and most of the people who are rich grew to develop a taste of the riches, and live the luxurious life. Nothing wrong with that, if you can afford it. But if you can’t, then don’t, abstain, work harder and wait for a chance to come, but whatever it is, at least you’ll have something to fall back on in times of difficulty.

 

Complaining, shouting anti-Bush slogans, trying to use dark magic to harm Bush ain’t of use.

 

These people don’t understand (not their fault), that by rejecting a big power in the world, one is digging a grave for oneself. In the world, you can’t survive on your own. Indonesia, as self-sufficient as it may be, can’t survive without the help of other nations.

 

Nobody like to be anybody else’s dog so to speak. But when you need help, would you take a hand that is stretched out to you? You won’t take the Devils’ hand, you say. But aren’t what you are doing, by showing your anger, burning flags and cursing others, you’re blaspheming the very love of God that you say you are portraying by rejecting a ‘devil’s’ hand?

 

Sad truth.

 

The uneducated people who feel manipulated by the government, and now, is manipulated by someone else whose agendas are wrapped in religious-skin, in sweet-nothings. Isn’t that a bit like the story of a beggar who got robbed by another beggar?

 

And elsewhere, in the more fortunate land of Singapore, GST increases. And the people protest in silence, behind their computers. Why? Because they are educated? In what sense? Is it because they know that should they raise the issue in public, they will be punished for it? Not my business ain’t it? I’m a twenty year old, not enough experience probably, some might say. But it ain’t even my country. So…yeah. This is as much as I’ll say about the issue. Whaha….=)

 

 

 

The Worth of A Life..

What is the cost of a human’s life? How much is it worth?

 

Those were the questions which floated around my mind the whole yesterday. It was Sunday’s sermon, and somehow, it really struck a chord in my mind. Somehow, I felt that we humans can be so sick and so disgusting; to kill one another, to not value the life of a human.

 

Throughout history, flesh is traded everywhere, in every form imaginable; for slavery, prostitution, for the exchange of commodities, for cash, and even for pride. Texts of the ancient tells tales of how humans were enslaved, from the tales of the Red Indian, to the ancient Chinese, the American Negroes, the British colonists, and the ancient traders who enslaved whole villages in the South Americas and Africa.

 

You can find tales of young boys and girls sold to prostitution houses, brought up as tools of pleasures for twisted and deprived men and women alike. Then there are wars waged, even up till today; where millions of lives are taken by swords, gunpowder, and as technology advances, many other tools of killing came into existence too.

 

You find stories depicting the cruelty of doctors in the name of science, and these days, you hear of how babies are disposed off so easily, for the sake of pride. You hear of killings over money, over business competition, over politics even.

 

The life of humans, so easily traded; the gift of life, so easily thrown away by us humans.

 

How sad is it, when you hear of suicide bombings for the so-called holy war. Bullshit. Most of them don’t even know half of what they are doing. Just brainwashed uneducated people, all dead in the name of a bullshit holy war. I’m not saying it’s all Muslims, but there are Christian organizations who does that too. All bullshit. God tells you to love, not to kill.

 

Who are we to judge how much a life is worth? In Singapore, a hundred dollars can get you the pleasure of a girl who was sold into the flesh trade for two hundred bucks. Is that what a girl’s life is worth? A hundred bucks an hour?

 

And then on the news, you find stories on how a dog saved a newborn’s life. In Taiwan, a Siberian Husky saved the life of a newborn baby who was left to die in the toilet by the baby’s young mother, who wanted to commit suicide herself. Then the dog’s action, by licking the baby clean of its afterbirth, showering it with love and affection, touched the mother so much she decided to stay alive and then putting the baby up for adoption.

 

You find how some people are willing to sacrifice their lives for the safety of others; lifeguards, coastguards, firemen and even civilians, and these conflict with what you normally see on the news; of lives wasted and lost just like that.

 

The life which God has saved by sacrificing His one and only begotten son, left to suffer and to die so that you may live. But how ungrateful we are, wasting life just like that.

And will one day, our lives be sacrificed over a few dollars or over an argument? And how much, are our lives really worth?

 

 

 

 

 

HOOOOOOOMMMMMEEEEEEE (my version…)

After a year’s absence from home, I’m finally back to this small little town of Sukabumi, where the years seem to move much slower than elsewhere. The streets seem the same from my distant memories of my childhood, with only slight technological improvements added here and there, and where the people who carry on the businesses seem the same, only older.

 

A few new shops have sprouted here and there, sparsely, but those ‘landmarks’ from my childhood are still there. The alley which my former house is located on, the street-side peddlers, or what they call ‘tukang loak’ (karang guni), they are the same bunch of people.

 

The fake leather jacket seller, the old TV seller, and even the barber who used to cut my dad’s hair when he was younger, and now with his graying hair covering the whole of his scalp; they are still there.

 

It never fail to amuse me how these people are still in the same old trade, day after day, and only go missing when they are either too frail or sick to continue, and then another guy will take over.

 

It’s the much simpler life, as compared to the life lived in Singapore, or the more metropolitan cities around. The streets are still filled with inefficient ‘public transport’ of either trishaw riders, horse-cart pullers and the iconic ‘angkot’, which are a lot like the public buses, only they have no designated stops and drive like mad people who doesn’t understand street signs.

 

The additions of traffic lights with LED counters were a surprise, but most transports do not heed these signs unless there are police around the corner. What to expect right? It’s Sukabumi!

 

There are DVD street peddlers as well, who hawk their goods at Rp. 5000 a piece, mostly of lousy quality, and of course, the goreng-pisang sellers, who fry their goods with oil that seem to have been there for the past week or so.

 

And of course other food icons such as the mie-bakso and street-side restaurants. And how, I walk through the market, and still see live chickens being hawked for a mere two or three dollars equivalent, in open cages made of rattan, despite the risk of the bird flu everywhere.

 

The streets are dirty, and the holes in the roads aplenty, but everyone goes about the same things, over and over again.

 

It’s a really boring life out here, with most of my friends located in Singapore, and of course, the most important person in my life there too, I’m really lonely out here.

 

Mom and dad is one thing, but they are my mom and dad, who’re not the funky type of mom and dad, technologically disadvantaged, and definitely not looking to add on to their list a computer.

 

Well well, life in a small town, in a city-town, is really a far cry from the life I led in Singapore not a month ago.

 

The pace of life here is so slow, definitely, it’s not a wonder you rarely see youngsters in their late teens or twenties who are not financially incapable living in this town, apart from the weekends where they return to visit their parents.

 

Can you live with 49.6kbps of internet once again? I doubt so. I almost died the first day, when it took my FireFox fifteen seconds to load Yahoo’s front page. Yeah…15 seconds. And did I just hear a complaint that broadband is so slow?

 

But then again, it’s a good change, a chance to relax, and just sit back and enjoy.

 

This is my average life in here; summed up into one day.

 

I wake up around 9.30am, with my dad most probably already at work; breakfast on the table, and mom preparing lunch in the kitchen. The maids start at around 10 am, sweep and mop the floor, iron the clothes, general cleaning and stuff.

 

After breakfast, I’m off to my laptop again, watch my DVDs or play my game. Till about 11am, when my dad comes back from work for lunch, then he will be either relaxing or do some of the company’s accounting work, and then lunch is served.

 

After lunch, I go back to my room, do my thing again, whilst mom wash the dish, dad takes his afternoon nap. Then I would probably take a slow walk outside, get one or two more DVDs, and then come back home in time for our ‘tea-break’, which consists mostly of fruits and tomato at around 3pm

 

At around 4pm, mom and dad goes off to work, to count the cash collected at the shop, and will only be back around 6.30pm for dinner.

 

I’ll either continue to do my thing, exercise off my fats a while, or watch more DVDs, before I call my loved honey at around 5 or 6pm.

 

Then dinner time, and after that mom and dad will watch the usual drama offering on TV, which currently, a lot are based on teens getting married and stuff, and then I’ll either go join her, or read my magazine.

 

By 9.30pm, both would have retired to their bed, and I’ll be left alone on the dining table, probably typing away at my laptop or watching the news on ChannelNewsAsia (yeah…at least I get that here…)

 

And by 11.30pm, they’ll expect me to sleep, and if I’m tired, I’ll sleep, but otherwise, I’ll just read more books, till I fall asleep, or call my darling with low and husky…(hehehehe)..voice….;-)

 

And then the day ends….and it’s a boring life right? 3kg off my fats, and I’m working on it..ehhe….=P

 

Yeah…that’s my life here…boring routine, and really boring routine. But I’ll enjoy the company of my parents before I go back to the business of work and the movie-going life I was enjoying after the school term ended.

 

So…yeah…that’s my life…and this is my small little town. You’re more than welcome to visit me, or give me a call…whahaha…

 

I AM BORED!!!