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sin-jia-por adventures* 

I was in Singapore over the weekend. Even though I wasn't feeling too good the past week - lack of sleep and stressed over involuntary work politics, I decided to go ahead and took the evening bus on Friday after work anyway. Nothing was gonna stop me from seeing and hearing Dr. Joyce Meyer preach. No siree.

I had written a long version of this trip, but decided to give the summarised bullet points instead...

Saturday, 18 August 2007

o I had lunch with my cousin sis-in-law and her 2 children; i.e. my niece and nephew. Being with her on that 3 hours reminded me why I do not want to have any children. These little beings can bring out the worst in anyone. I mean, I have always known M to be the most mild-mannered sweet woman that my cousin married, but on that day, I saw her transformed into a screaming monster who threatened my niece and nephew that she will not move the car despite the endless honking from the cars at the back of hers, until they decide to behave themselves. As I said, a good reminder it was to me.

o I ate my favourite rojak buah at Food Republic, Wisma Atria. Though it turned out to be an unfortunate thing...details coming soon.

o I went crazy at Charles & Keith sale and bought a pair of wedges.

o I went even crazier at the G2000 sale and bought 2 pairs of pants for S$19 each!

o I ate my favourite roadside sliced sweetcorn ice-cream on coloured bread at Orchard, something I never missed to have when I am in Singapore.

o I queued for 1 hour amid sardine-packed crowd and serious case of BO. Halfway through, I decided to move away from the crowd only in the nick of time time to throw up near the Esplanade. Ha. Twice some more! What an embarrassment. Ya, I had food poisoning from the rojak! Sigh.

o I managed to watch the National Day Celebration Fireworks display though.


Sunday, 19 August 2007

o I headed off to City Harvest Church to witness Dr. Joyce Meyer. She was awesome. The key message was to love oneself, in order to be able to extend that love to others. And she made everyone pledge to do something nice to someone every day. It's a little bit like the message in Pay It Forward. Also a little bit from Jemima's latest post. We have to be happy in order to be able to spread some happiness. And most importantly be able to love ourselves in order to spread some love to others. Amen.

I end with these words of wisdom:

HAPPINESS
is not about what happens to you,
but how you choose to respond to what happens.
That's why it's called happiness and not happenness;
though it could be called hopeness.
You must always leave room for hope
that all has happened for good cause.

August 20, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 2:48 pm
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