The Grace in Grace

I've crossed the 2 weeks mark and embarking on my 3rd week. The weather has gotten cooler, hallelujah to that! The sun is still out, so one can afford to sunbath and not sweat buckets. Singapore should be like that, adds on to that Christmas mood.

Life in Cambodia is rather slow paced and I'm quite enjoying it. I hope it doesn't turn into laziness when I return to Singapore :P I strongely believe that when you're in that country, you got to experience the culture, food and everything. Eat like them, travel like them and sometimes behaving like them helps. My main kind of public transport in Cambodia is motordop AKA motor-taxi. So, you just stop any motor cycle and you hop on. Aliens, please ask and name your price before you ride off. I'm kind of eating like them too, tried most of the street food and I can only be thankful there's has been no major stomach protest. Only once, when Sarah brought stuff to cook from the market. She's fine, but I threw up every bits of it.

So, my Singaporean roomie came a few days ago. At one point I was looking forward to her coming, "yayy, someone to talk to or go shopping with!" Now, it felt like I'm better off alone. I can change whenever I want, sleep at whatever time, have the lights on till I wake up to switch them off, throw my smelly clothes all around and most importantly have 2 single beds to myself. Kind of disappointing to have a rather typical Singaporean. Going to supermarket with her means taking a slow tuk tuk instead of motordops. Anyway, if she's willing to pay 2/3 of it, don't mind. I can see the disgust in her eyes whenever I asked if she wants to try the street food. Hah! Very typical Singaporean traveller. She's like Aunt Helen. Please, I cannot deal with 2 Aunt Helens in my life. I hope the next roomie is better. Actually, judging from the name.. I shouldn't expect much. Hah, but who cares. I'm here in Cambodia not for the roomies.

Then this morning we have a Singaporean family come join us for devotion. Very typical Singporean family at the breakfast table, spoilt kids with helpers in the house. If the Dad and Son didn't dive, we would have much to talk about. So yeah, it's proven.. When you meet another diver somewhere, it's like running into family members. Hah! So I have enticed them to go down to Sihanoukville with me! Thank God I wore the dive shirt today.

Gloria Ngoi, silhanoukville is waiting for us! Keep thinking of the 25 cents beer and the food. I'll be going down for a check-out for us first, so I can pamper you like a queen (brought to you by Loo's PA service) and then you can get the "alone" time you wanted. How's that plan? Cool? You got to listen to that small voice telling you to scoot over to Cambodia you know? I know you're missing my PA service too. For a limited time you can get it out of Singapore too!

So, what should I have for lunch today? I hope tonight's dinner will be good :)

I am literally melting in Cambodia. The heat is insane.. you need like SPF 1000 to keep the sun away. All the liters of water you drink wouldn't come out as urine, they will come out as sweat, every minute. It's the second day and if the heat goes on, I may just lose weight due to all the water lost. For the pass 10 minutes sitting in the internet bar, the sweat just refused to stop dripping. Thank God I decided to not pack the jacket in..

Everything is going well here. Cambodia changed a lot since the last time I was here, a little more advanced. I can't believe Singapore is wet, I haven seen a drop of water fall from the sky. Oh well, it's only been 2 days... I should have brought all my dry fit t-shirts..

Once again, God proved to me that He is more than enough for me. He blessed me in abundance for this trip. Overflowing of love and blessing.

Girlfriend came to send me off, even though she had an insanely long day ahead. I appreciate every bit of that, sweets! Having you wake up at 4ish in the morning and having to run camp after that... I feel the loooooove. Thank the pastors for coming over too. They could have literally camped at the airport that day..

Alright, I shall update soonish..

H-O-T..

Contact me via my cambodian number. I will still check my singapore line from time to time..

So... see you in 5 weeks time! I'll try and update... try...

I should have known better
That people fail you at times
I should have known better
That promises are fragile
I should have known better
That certains said weren't exactly what it was meant
I should have known better
That someone you wished will be there for you
Can't always be there
I should have known better
That people don't always appreciate
I should have known better
That certain things don't change
I should have known better
That what is mention today
May mean nothing tomorrow
I should have known better
That I couldn't expect the same
I should have known better...


Maybe I'm sensitive, maybe I took it too hard. But the reaction I get... I should have known better. I don't know when to take it seriously or when you're just saying for the sake of saying it. I'm feeling quite alone. Maybe because I haven been to Church for the past 2 weeks,or maybe the people I see these 2 weeks were the same, maybe it's just me again.


5 more days to Cambodia. It felt like I'm dealing with it alone. The family weren't as anxious like the last time, people doesn't seem as excited.. ah, here she goes for another mission trip again..


I just got my tickets booked moments ago, source through some English games and worksheets yesterday and what's left was packing and preparing for music lesson. It left me hanging midway when I sense reluctancy.. maybe I should have known better that it might not happen.. I really should have known better. I hate asking for help when it felt like I'm forcing them to help.. Maybe it's the pride, maybe people really didn't want to help, maybe what was said was just to brush me off.


I should have known better. How come majority of the people doesn't seem to agree or see eye to eye to the things I do. Not that they have to, but it's only human to feel this way.. Why can't I have a bunch of people that shares the same passion.. why can't I have that one friend who would understand how it felt.. why can't I have that one friend who will be there.. why can't I have that one friend who would save me from the snowy mountain like those in discovery channel.. why can't I have that one best friend who would have me as a best friend too.. I know I'm not exactly the best of friend one could ask for.. but all these years I've been asking. And everytime I thought there is that one best friend, it either turns out to be not or it's all one sided.. I'm kind of sick of giving full attention, love, care, concerns and whatnots.. why am I going through this again. Smack me, someone..


I don't deny that I'm affected, as much as I tried not to. I'm trying hard to be that someone.. but I'm not, maybe not yet. Maybe I haven master the art of letting go. Maybe just a little.. And I really shouldn't be expecting that breakfast and people on Monday.. I should be less disappointed like this.. I hope..

Bird park today was fun. Waking up at 6.30 isn't. The day wasn't bad, weather's nice and there's good company. Knocked out while watching TV and continue to be in coma till 7ish. Took a long bus ride home and here I am, just finish typing the %&*$#@#$ hand over report that they should have send last week or at least yesterday when they asked for it. So, I had to do like 3 times the work just because of your stupidity. The computer crashed, period. The best I could do is be kind and go back for a day to brief the poor soul taking over my position. If it's not for the school, I wouldn't care less. I gave you what I could, give me my pay.

Rather pissed last night, but I'm glad it's quite over. I wonder how at times I want to try, but there are moments that I didn't want to give a damn. Am I being mean? Girlfriend said it's because sometimes it's just not worth the time and effort.. But I would like to believe that everything is worth some kind of time and effort. Ah well, maybe someday I will be enlighten, like.. "Ting! Ah ha!!"

Maybe I'm biased. No doubt I am to certain things and people. I don't deny I treat some people better than the others, showed more love, displayed more care and concern and whatnot. Come on, I'm human. No matter how saint someone is, there's bound to be favoritism before logic sets in. I can't say I have never dislike someone, but now... I want to at least try. It's on and off. There are moments I am able to squeeze some love out, but also times I just want to roll my eyes and walk away; like damn you, I don't care whatever! It's complicated, really. It's funny how I can give unconditionally (almost) to some and hold back so much to the other some.. Someone press the eureka button.

We've been talking about it for a million times and every time we end up asking why is it so damn freaking hard to do it? With all the prayers that goes, "Teach me how to love like you have loved me..." Is it even possible? Maybe if I try hard enough, it is. I'm sure the problem or the thorn is there for a good reason..

Well... it's the last one. Let it be good, somehow... and then I REALLY need to prepare for Cambodia and off I go, it's slowly kicking in. Thank goodness for the camps to fill up some space. It felt just like how I prepared for Logos II.. that was quite insane. But fun :)

My mom freaked out when she knew about the diving accident in Aur last weekend. I guess my dad too, but he just didn't show. I don't know, to them diving is a dangerous sport and I'm sure to many people too. Teachers in school went "waaaaaah! You dive ah? Very adventurous huh!" when they know that I dive. They shake their head when I ask them to try, saying that they would rather stay on land then go underwater. To them, diving is an extream sport.

Tell me that people don't die on land. I guess the number of people dying on land compared to those who died because of diving accident exceed far more. What they can't see, they just assume. Oh mama...

I was suppose to prepare for Cambodia, but somehow nothing much was done today. 2nd day of professional bumming.

Anyway people.. dive season ending. Last dive trip to Dayang this weekend.

We were talking over dinner on how people didn't want the season to end last year, but it's the total opposite this year.. I guess, we are all burnt out. One whole year or events and dive trips every alternate week, it burns. Oh well, let the off-seassion be a good resting period for all and we will come back stronger..

Last weekend's LOB really felt like a holiday. Maybe because I just officially left my job, no worries about Monday. But I think mainly because it's with the people I'm familiar with. Took our time to pack, move off, no insane head counts and keeping time in check. I remembered standing at the top deck after 3rd dive on Saturday, looking across the vast open sea and felt relieved. It was after all my 3th or 4th leisure trip.

We were all packed into our squeeze cozy little van, fed on Jerry's big bag of candies that drove many of us hyper, played volley ball inside the van while waiting for Zac's visa to clear, late supper at Kota Tinggi, Tokyo Drift and Yesterday as pee song from DJames and gPod for Grace, danced to Billy Jean when we just got on board, pillow snatching with Lynn until it's bed time, tucking girlfriend in to sleep.

The dives were good. We went to this weird dive site in the middle of nowhere for our 3rd dive, so weird it didn't felt like I was in Malaysian water. It was all sandy, nothing much to expect. Before long I started getting stinging sensation from who knows what on my thigh, then when I looked closer it's jellyfishes' tentacles. I thought I was the only one getting it, when I turn and saw girlfriend covering her face... yes! I'm not alone! Then it strikes.. My mouth and lips area got stung.. So numb I couldn't feel my lips at some point. The rest choose to abort dive after awhile. Girlfriend and I stayed on and saw some really rare creatures never seen before. We came across sea moth, sea angles, tiny hermits, weird looking anemones and many many shrimps. While ascending, I had to look out for jellyfishes while she look at dive computer. We spend a good 10 minutes for our safety stop playing with the sea angels. I looked like I got whipped on my thighs, hands and lips by the jellyfish stings and girlfriend look like she got love bite on her neck by her caddy.

It was fun. We went fishing at night, tried the DPV, saw a million shrimps during the trip, had our very beloved steamboat dinner, watched horror film in between dives, played good old table beat game, volley ball in water, sun tan, melted ice cream, very cold cabin, good company. Nice trip. If this was my season last for Malaysian water, it's a good ending :)

I look sexy with my sexy swollen lips...