poppydoodles

and so my dads behind me doing some wonderous tai qi stunt from some stayforeveryoung guru. i can never understand how he constantly buys into such stuff and actually believe wholeheartedly that they do work. all his pills, medications, random youth rejuvinating nonsense and now his taiqi who knows what mama kongfu ass kicking move hes practising. warped daddy i have, and that i know so well.

we were having dinner at vivo and he was asking what we had planned for the upcoming week. so he could pray for us, if anything. and i was like monday..vet..work..blah..tues..wed..all the way till sun. and i went, uh. oh yeah, sunday batam with you la. and he surprisingly yet hilariously goes, "oh ya! batam! havent prepare sermon yet!" im like, what?! being a camp speaker not funny la. must prepare so much and you can tell me you havent prepare yet? ooh poppydoodle, you're my man, really.

like fine, youre like a camp veteran. and uve already got 4 other church camps to speak at and your selfawareness camp too. and that youve probably spoken at, and needless to say, been to more camps than ive had..uh..i dont know, bananas. but still! oh guru papa, we shall see how it goes. i'd get wayne/bryan to rate you. hur hur hur. dont make me fall asleep ah.

so like i mentioned, we had dinner at vivo, some random thai restaurant. and family time at the deck. rather annoying talking about your week or trying to listen to pop share about his verse of the week with all those malay kidos running screaming around. for once ever, i almost couldnt drift to lalaland whilst pop was closing in prayer. and mind you, cant blame me, he prays like forever.

so heres to another week of hols. im sure it'll be good. nothing beats not having school. an unschoolish school that is. the dreaded overcommercialized management hub with absolutely zero campus life atmosphere. i really hope they'd let me do the transfer. owell. we shall see..

chris-missy! i can almost smell you..