Singapore

 Figure 1. Speaking Hammers Generation - Me, Lolo Butch, Tatay Ken [I like this pic.]

It's funny that I still have time to write about these things.
I have three majors papers due tomorrow and an exam.
It's just that I miss my Blk 689a Choa Chu Kang Drive days - I had a great time indeed.

  Figure 2. 689

I miss the conference -  the times that you bend to your knees because of His overwhelming presence, or times that you see your tears flow endlessly because of conviction, or joy, or passion.

 Figure 3. G12 Conference

I miss the times that we'd have to run as fast as we could so that we'd be able to ride the train from Yew Tee Station, to Jurong East, then to Tanah Merah, and where we would "alight", Expo.

 Figure 4. SMRT

I miss the indispensable smell of the people there.
I miss the Asia Food Expo.

Figure 5. Asia Food Expo

I just miss that moment that you have nothing to think about.
But now, I am facing the reality - to many things to do for a young boy like me.
But then again, I chose this path.
No turning back.
I must keep moving forward and be exposed to things so that I'd understand more about Him, His grace, His love, His mercy.
After all the conference and everything, what have I become?
I am about to find it out soon.

Explosion plus acceleration.

 Figure 6. Dear Diary mode