watery.

heylo. am at the office again. hullaballooo. boo. i am chewing on my rockmelon before the air completely dehydrates it. the toilet here is pretty dark. and abit spooky. everything about this place is abit un-singaporish. at least un-the singapore i know-ish. the toilets arent exactly clean, the floortiles look sooty and not sparkly Magiclean-type. i am suffering from town-withdrawal symptoms. would you believe it the whole of this holiday i have not stepped into town more than 3 times. or was it 2 times? i am seriously deprived. back to the spooky toilet. i half-expect someone to pop up from behind the cubicles. but i scare myself. the only one who does any popping is the Cleaning Lady. i've seen her in there a couple of times already. unlike those from my school she does not glare or break out in combustive exclamations of disgruntlement when i step on her newly washed floor. or maybe its because the term 'Cleaning' is highly ironic (not to mention misused). She just waters the floors and hoses down the walls and the toilet bowls until everything in that toilet is a damp, watery, soggy, mashy, water pool. (She would be more aptly named the Watering Lady). i can imagine the sodden black particles floating up with the daily rising flood and dangling there, on the surface, and the water slowly residing into the drains and evaporating and the same sodden black particles sinking back onto the toilet floor. maybe they migrate one whole tile away. but apart from slight discontinuations the toilet floor remains in its more or less fixed cyclical state of cleanliness.

you see when you have nothing to do in a conducive office, you can write about alot of things. next time i can even churn out whole gp essays, or lit P.Cs. OR, you could pay me to write one for you! my business space within an office desk. how cool.

next week church camps start. i'm tremblingly excited, so excited i just want to jump out of this claustrophobia-inducing office cell, away from the sodden grimy toilet floors and obiang coffeeshops and run all the way down to malacca. bad example. so excited i want to < insert cliche >fly away like a bird! So excited i feel like i'm < insert chinese cliche >an ant jumping on a hot wok! OR i can be original and say, i'm so excited.

whats wrong with understating things huh.

oh God, this camp is about YOUR people. its not about programmes, its not about technicalities. you said Seek first the kingdom of God and all these things will be added unto us as well. So i commit the whole camp, its technical aspects, its physical conditions, but most importantly its campers, into your hands. and i know Lord, that nothing i can ever try to do will be as successful as what you plan and accomplish.

Be thick among us Lord.