petty man week: a review

so this petty man syndrome week, ironically, has been a really great week. 

because after all the horrible moods, irritating faces and everything, i really managed to see how God really IS better than all these. and to come to such a point, i realise, is painful. 

was having a talk with a cute girl(muahahaha) today and somehow the talk went south(by the world's standards) and we were talking bout the second coming. but the food for thought(ironic, since we were having lunch) was that both of us like, didn't really want Christ to come yet because there were quite a number of things to do. and so i guess something's wrong with me(aside from being so good looking) because as a Christian, why am i not panging for the new heaven and earth? by the way, cute girl, feel free to tag my whatever flooble chatterbox or whatever it's called and put your name there. i've a feeling someone NOT CUTE will prob try to impersonate her. 

another talk was with jem, bout how i always felt rather artificial as a church musician, especially because we always talked about how the mood was like, congregation response was like, technical skills were like, during the evaluation. er ok i still don't really like the part bout congregation, and i still feel rather unsettled that NO ONE(except maybe Joe P) ever says a sentence with the word 'God' in there. bleagh i'm in that list too. so i guess it's time for another change. but essentially, i'm quite thankful that jem brought me to the realization that as part of the band, playing good music IS part of my role as a musician, and hence the mood, the atmosphere, i feel, is an undeniable consequence of how the band plays. whether God does move in the congregation is a separate issue. 

oh, so like, 3 hours ago, i applied a kimura to a 16 year old boy. heard a CRACK and my goodness, i was done sparring for that night. 

COME ON MAN, YOU'RE 16 YEARS OLD, HAVE A BIT OF MATURITY TO TAP OUT! 

fortunately his arm was alright, or at least he said so. but my goodness, that was the worst sound i heard in a long time. and i don't intend to hear anymore of that. it's really sick.

so, once again, I thank God for the petty man syndrome. because i am glad to be where i am: at the point of realization that all things are truly rubbish in light of knowing God. i don't intend to curse any of you, but i do hope you receive your fair share of PMS weeks so that you can come and enjoy this place like i have.