a Tai for all seasons.

it's a monday, the start of a brand new week. what does this week bring?

• an orientation gig for the SISU students from shanghai
• meeting up with hannah, and trying my best to stay cordial and not be bitter about the last 3 years (i said try)
  
• MCing for a dinner for these SISU students (HELP loves them)
• (hopefully) a new Dell PC (and with it a substantially ginormous amount of brand new Tai music in the upcoming weeks)
• (hopefully) a slightly reduced waistline which will become substantially reduced in November
  

yea. it's going to be a good week, i suppose. and to start it off, i'm going to talk to God.

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Dear God,

thank You for the New Testament, otherwise You would've made striking me down with a lighting bolt from on high a Daily Chore. i know that the road i take is going to make me a gazzilionaire, somehow; it's just that i hope that You can speed the process up by about 20 years. good things happen to those who wait, but i just can't. there're so many things that i need to do, and so little time.

1. i want to get my dad a birthday present from money that i didn't pinch from his wallet
2. i owe my mom a lunch at that fancy dim sum place at the crown princess
3. i'd like to buy my uncle a house so he could get the fuck out of mine
4. i need money to ensure the security of my family in the future
   
5. i need a ps3
6. i want to fly to australia for some little-deserved r&r

jokes aside, Lord, i've been a stereotypical good boy these last few days. i know that to transcend from the Naughty to Nice list, we've got to do years of beckoning and servitude, but i think i've exceeded all expectations placed upon me. i know it's not good to test the waters, so to speak, so i'll just make this clear in as few words as possible:

give the world some hope, man.

in my own drugged-out way, i've discovered that lennon had it right: all we need is love. and in love, and above all, making it, we find ourselves back into an age without modernity. where we're the peaceloving, fern-hugging, leaf-wearing men and women we're meant to be. i'm not saying that we should regress, but i wish that You could place into our hearts a conditioning of sorts...something akin to a stab of morphine into my arm.

something that'd bring smiles to our faces.

the world's so fucked, Man. help us out, help us out.

i know i haven't been the best Christian...in fact, i might even border on being a bit of a heretic these days, but what i'm saying is true. we need a loving, shining light. booyeah.

i'd also like to make sure my dad's alright with everything happening around him. he seems even more pissed off at things that i am...just that he doesn't wear his emotions on his face. may he be able to bring his ladylove to malaysia so that i can keep an eye on her spending and bitch about her to my father when she isn't looking. don't drag him away from us, Lord.

coz we sorta really need him here.

and please gift me with the power of Zidane.

the speed of Henry.

the stamina of Gerrard.

and the accuracy of the Beckham. uh. circa 1996-2002.

also, please give me the courage to at least say hello to my neighbour without chickening out. ugh. i wish i could grow up faster.

but deep down inside, You know i'm only a six year old in a twenty three year old's body, don't You? You sly, sly deity, You.

bless the dolphins, for the joy they bring. bless the food i eat coz it's always good somehow. oh, and bless Liverpool coz we have to win it this season.

You're the Man. always was, always will be.

see You next week.