Only Justin...

Can ask a girl out,

Let her settle the bill,

And send him to his doorstep.


Coz Justin believes in gender equality.

Spot the Difference

If you look carefully, you might be able to notice a tiny difference.

I made this a long time ago...

Interesting.

This was done on a PC and it took a looooong time. The one below was done on a Mac and was soooooo simple and easy to make. And you know what else is interesting?

Dawn's hair before she was a teacher.

I made this while in India...

I'm Back.

Dear Friend,

            2 John 12.

Love,

Justin

I'm not finishing the video here any more

I'm going to bring it home to someone who knows what she's doing.

So for now, I shall film.

And come Friday, take a 10 hour road trip on some of the most trecherous roads in India, and possibly the world.

Keep those prayers coming, and hopefully, see you on Tuesday.

Wit's End

I've hit a wall.

I have 3 computers in front of me, all of which need psychiatric help. But I need their help. I need them to work.

One can't run internet, or read PDF files. One has a spoilt CD-ROM drive. The last one is pasword protected. I don't have the password. My instructions for my video converting software are on a CD.

I spent the past 3 days installing the software from the CD. All because it requires online registration. Easy to come by in Singapore, but impossible to here on the right computer. We try 3 computers and 2 modems and only one gets connected. But it's not the one with the software.

Face-palm and head-table.

Oh yeah by the way the modem on this com is shaped in such a way that it blocks the openning of the CD-ROM drive. My software comes in 2 discs.

I have 5 days left.

My video format cannot be read by my mac. I have not finished filming.

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In other news I'm doing really well here. But don't stop praying just because I stop blogging, coz that is when I need the most help. A big thank you to all of you who have sent me little messages that have made my day.

Thank you Melanie and Marianne and Mommy and M(D)addy for writing to me! Heh Marianne it's some encouragement to me knowing however bad things get for me, they are worst for you. Hia hia hia.

Thanks Desiree and Samuel for chatting with me on FB. Sorry I can't chat long here with the connection the whole nation is sharing (we literally queue for the laptop too).

Thank you Bernice for your sms! Your's is the only one so far!

And to all the rest who have posted messages and notes or replies to me on FB, thank you. It really makes my day- social support can flatline stress after all.


I used to be a solitary guy. I'd take the loneliness and bear with it. But that was last time. I realised how much easier it is to work when you have friends supporting you, and I've been able to do so much more with your help (Thank you Mel for the slides!!!). So please, do write to me. I'm so sorry I can't write much back, but I'll try to update my blog, which really is not easy to as well. You can reach me at +918011783303 if you're feeling generous. My usual number does not work in Assam where they tap all the phones to listen to terrorist conversations. Same as USA actually.

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In walked the computer guy Barthiraja and I told him my plight. He'll get me a video converting software to try. Pray this works people... but if it doesn't, windows movie maker (oh the horror) seems to present itself as an option. Pray okay? This video, as we believe will be greatly used by God to help the work of this hospital. That would explain why there's so much strange coincidental opposition to it.

I'm in the frontline of a spiritual war. Please send encouragement. Heh.

It's a miracle I'm still alive

And I'm blogging from a doctor's Nokia 5130.

Welcome to India.

Argh

No time to blog a goodbye.

Off to India. See you again on the 27th!

The pen is mightier than the sword, only if the pen is in the hand of...

I felt a sense of joy and relief today from an unexpected source.

Alone. Home. Night.
Under the light.
Pen in hand.
Paper from a friend.

I wrote a note to God that started complicated but ended settled in a small page.

Relief.

Like the last song of Jon Foreman's EP, Fall.

And with that, I picked up my pen, and wrote my first short play and finished it under an hour. It's an experimental one. Now for a title.

Blood and Chocolate

I had pulled out a pair of my wisdom teeth and the anaesthesia had worn off.

The blood soaked gauze was finally removed, but I could still taste the raw bloodied gums.

It hurt so much.

At this time, in desperate need of a cure for the pain, I did the unthinkable.

I ground down a piece of chocolate filled with honeycomb into little bits, forced my jaw open as wide as it could (which hurt like crap) and put whatever bits that fit into my mouth.

It was one of the most unforgettable emotions I've felt.

Extreme pain and ecstasy. Sweetness and numbness. Chocolate and blood.

Opposite emotions surfacing at the same time.


I wonder if you've ever felt that before.

I'm feeling it again now.

Behind every great man is the voice of a woman

Justin: Ash Ketchum was voiced by a woman!

Rachel: So what?

Justin: My hero for so many years who I grew up following and looked up to so much, was actually a woman!

Rachel: So what?

Justin: If Ash Ketchum was actually a girl all this while... then what about me?