and You loved a people undeserving

like i said, my youth group is very happening.

and so, last tuesday night, about 20+ people comprising of cell leaders, team members and committee people took a trip down to klang for a SUPER CHEAP eight course dinner and karaoke.

we were supposed to gather at church at 7pm so that we could leave together but you know lah, traffic jam and transport issues and some last minute back outs and pull ins, we left church at 7.45.

that's part of the group.
from l-r : gideon, ee huei, michelle, tito, ethel, ryan, caeme and shadreck


the restaurant was taman rahsna seafood restaurant or whatever lah and it's SUPER CHEAP.
odd thing was, on that night that we were there,
there was an indian wedding happening at the same time too.
indian wedding at a chinese restaurant. laughable.

if you ever see a 'mr evans' somewhere, chances are that he's our pastor.

some of the people who came.

despite the fact that the food was good, i think hardly any of us ate properly because
daniel was too hyped up choosing karaoke songs and making people sing.
and the PA was bad so steven and paul had to be on call.
(haha you can never escape from being a 365 leader)


jacob, lame (pronounced la-meyh - i know, so cute right?) and wannabe african samuel chandran.

jacob's our Head of Transport, lame is one of our college cell helpers and sam is the 365 chairman.
i dunno what song they were singing lah, but this was a cute scene.

they the YMCA.

i actually have another nicer picture of the YMCA dance, but this one had steven in it.
it's sort of payback to steven for deleting my pictures of him sleeping.

i think sometimes one of the best things about being Head of Production House is that you have excuses not to do stupid things and messy games with the reason being you have to take pictures.

and then when dinner ended at 11pm, we headed back to pastor richard's house for the sleepover, though i think calling it a SLEEPover is technically wrong, since hardly any of us actually slept properly.

i think there were 15 of us and so they decided to play mafia.
that was at 2am. we played until 5am.

and the mafia had to keep killing me off in the earlier rounds because i was
a) damn smart and figured out who all the mafia were
b) not affiliated to anybody therefore i could get killed without anybody being suspected, or so abel says.
(i like to think that the reason was the former)

and then at 5am plus, michelle and i decided to take a walk around usj20 neighbourhood to prevent ourselves from falling asleep.

abel, sam and a few of the guys had already gone to the park to play basketball (at 5am in the morning)
so we left after they left.

it was supposed to be just a quiet, harmless, slow and easy walk.

YEAH RIGHT.

this is what happened:

some of the pet dogs were barking at us but it was supposed to be no big deal because hey, the dogs were locked up and all lah right?

so michelle and i walked into the next lane of houses, and this time we heard bigger, deeper barking but we thought nothing of it because we thought the dogs were behind gates and everything right?

SO WRONG.

the deep barking got louder and louder and for a moment, michelle and i looked at each other and thought maybe we should turn back.

when suddenly we saw two big-enough-to-bite-you-and-cause-serious-damage type of dogs
RUNNING TOWARDS US.

bear in mind, the dogs were only 20 metres away when we saw them charging at us.


i know when you get chased by dogs, you're supposed to keep calm and just walk away or stand still or some stupid shit like that. but when you have two big-enough-to-hurt-you-and-cause-serious-damage who were probably trained to protect and attack heading towards you with their fangs baring, nobody for a second would believe the
'stand still and it'll stop chasing you' theory.

she screamed, i screamed and we ran.
she ran left, i ran right.
one dog ran left, one dog ran right.

michelle ran to the junction and was prolly thinking of running all the way back to richard's house.

and i was thinking 'hey, there's no way you can outrun a dog like that' so
i did what my father did when he got chased by dogs as a boy:



i climbed on top of a car.




no shit. i really did.

there was some random person's parked iswara outside the house and i jumped on the bonnet of the car.
thank God it's some old piece of junk and its alarm was prolly not too canggih to go off.

and suddenly the dog that was chasing michelle suddenly stopped and turned around and looked at me.
that dog (to me lah) was HUGE. i think it was half my height.
WHICH IS HUGE LAH, don't make short people jokes now.

so what did michelle do?
she ran into the junction, forgot where richard's house was, instinctively took a left turn and shouted for help like a banshee at 5am plus in the pitch black morning.

and yes, richard and steven came to our rescue.
when i got down from the car i didn't even bother to look around for the dogs. michelle and i just ran all the way back,
me on barefoot because my flipflop had dismantled itself upon my sudden running.


well, the walk did its job.
we were both wide awake and laughing our guts out after that.


we stayed awake with steven until the wee hours of the morning, watching Wanted on the laptop.
they both didn't make it through the whole movie. only i did.


this is us at the dimsum shop the next morning.
people actually drove home to bathe and joined us again for breakfast.



so yes, that concludes my very happening tuesday night+wednesday morning.

p/s: i already have problems with dogs, due to an incident a few years ago when a friend's dog raced towards me and almost bit me. sometimes, i think i'm more afraid of dogs than i am of cockroaches. i know some dogs are gentle and loving and all that, but i know dogs that are not like that. so, i'm sorry, dog-lovers.

pp/s: i'm trying to find out what type of dogs they were. so when i've finally found one that fits my mental picture of it, i'll let you know.

ppp/s: wow, this is a super long post. it could be the longest post i've had yet.

pppp/s: tomorrow will be the one-year anniversary of sentimentalism.blogspot. happy be-earlied birthday, dear old blog. you've grown more and more awesome with each post, you've witnessed my most fulfilling days and you were there for the moments where i wished committing suicide was an option. i will never want to commercialize you and try to put some kind of advertising here because we both know that you exist not because you're not something i'm trying to exploit but rather you're one of my most persistant hobbies. and you also help me improve my jounalistic skills.

ppppp/s: please wish my blog happy birthday tomorrow. seriously.