April 20th, 2004
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What's up, world?
April showers bring May flowers. How true. I was barely out of the double-doors exiting my dorm, when a terrible thunderstorm came down on me. And unfortunately, I was carrying my guitar too. Sigh, Scrambling to cycle back to my dorm for shelter, my foot slipped and I lost one of my left flip flop. So I turned the bike around and scrambled to get it back. Then turning to my right, I saw some girls looking out from their dorm window and laughing. (Oh no!!) Why?? WHy me??
Well, when I got back to my room, my guitar bag was all wet, some of my song sheets were wet, but the good thing is, my guitar was fine. Oooohh... My precious....
So why in the first place, did KingPui lug a guitar bag and cycled 10 metres out to meet the ferocious thunderstorm? The answer is: I was late for practice. Turned out that I get to lead worship for 3 songs this week at 7:10. Wow. Awesome. Reminds me of two things, that statement.... Just this last weekend, I went for a Joshua Team Retreat. JoshYeoh must be soooo bangga now, having his name on my BSU's young leadership team....cis =]] =p
THe Retreat
It was a short one. Just went to Heartland Baptist Church which is about 30 minutes away in the afternoon. Stayed a night, in the morning, we had a brainstorm session and discussion on next semester's BSU plan. The night was interesting. Really interesting. Appropriately, the guys and girls were separated. GUys had to sleep on the stage, and gals gotta go up the stairs on the carpeted balcony.... Guys had an interesting talk about "taking a doose/douse/??" For the uninitiated, that phrase means "go bomb [in the toilet]" Yup. It was funny seeing how easily we get to share our "intimate" stories. Next morning, Trisha told me she could hear my muted chuckling from way up in the balcony... Enough proof that I was having a great time that night.
The night was still young, and no respectable man can go through a retreat without playing a prank on the Boss. Our boss is Jason Allen of course, and he gets his own room...somewhere in the hall. So we planned. We discussed our "evil" plans. We snickered. We found out the target's location. We made our decision. It was decided that we tape Jason's exit with big big piece of paper. Almost stealthily, we carried out the plan without the target waking up. Luke proceeded to put 2 cups of water on the paper. Mitch unscrews a nearby light bulb to maintain darkness around the exit. All was settled and all was done. All we can do now is wait till the morning when hopefully a blinded, weary and unsuspecting target walks thru the piece of papyrus.
April showers bring May flowers. How true. I was barely out of the double-doors exiting my dorm, when a terrible thunderstorm came down on me. And unfortunately, I was carrying my guitar too. Sigh, Scrambling to cycle back to my dorm for shelter, my foot slipped and I lost one of my left flip flop. So I turned the bike around and scrambled to get it back. Then turning to my right, I saw some girls looking out from their dorm window and laughing. (Oh no!!) Why?? WHy me??
Well, when I got back to my room, my guitar bag was all wet, some of my song sheets were wet, but the good thing is, my guitar was fine. Oooohh... My precious....
So why in the first place, did KingPui lug a guitar bag and cycled 10 metres out to meet the ferocious thunderstorm? The answer is: I was late for practice. Turned out that I get to lead worship for 3 songs this week at 7:10. Wow. Awesome. Reminds me of two things, that statement.... Just this last weekend, I went for a Joshua Team Retreat. JoshYeoh must be soooo bangga now, having his name on my BSU's young leadership team....cis =]] =p
THe Retreat
It was a short one. Just went to Heartland Baptist Church which is about 30 minutes away in the afternoon. Stayed a night, in the morning, we had a brainstorm session and discussion on next semester's BSU plan. The night was interesting. Really interesting. Appropriately, the guys and girls were separated. GUys had to sleep on the stage, and gals gotta go up the stairs on the carpeted balcony.... Guys had an interesting talk about "taking a doose/douse/??" For the uninitiated, that phrase means "go bomb [in the toilet]" Yup. It was funny seeing how easily we get to share our "intimate" stories. Next morning, Trisha told me she could hear my muted chuckling from way up in the balcony... Enough proof that I was having a great time that night.
The night was still young, and no respectable man can go through a retreat without playing a prank on the Boss. Our boss is Jason Allen of course, and he gets his own room...somewhere in the hall. So we planned. We discussed our "evil" plans. We snickered. We found out the target's location. We made our decision. It was decided that we tape Jason's exit with big big piece of paper. Almost stealthily, we carried out the plan without the target waking up. Luke proceeded to put 2 cups of water on the paper. Mitch unscrews a nearby light bulb to maintain darkness around the exit. All was settled and all was done. All we can do now is wait till the morning when hopefully a blinded, weary and unsuspecting target walks thru the piece of papyrus.
Posted by kingpui85 at 10:06 PM | drum it in!