Rain down on me again

You look for the entry dated on March 27, but there was none, you were very suspicious. Could it be a deliberate attempt by an unknown person to remove it? If so then why? You push these nagging thoughts behind as you read the entry on March 28.

March 28

It was another wet day. the moment I left school, it poured.

The drama thing I went for was a King Lear thing, but I auditioned for Kent, I became Edgar. Now this is what I think.

"For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines

Lag of a Kent?

Why“foolish honesty”? Wherefore “Noble”?

When my dimensions are
as well compact,

My mind as generous, and my shape as
true

As honest madam's issue? "

[Shakespeare jumps from his grave, travel around the world to Singapore to throttle this author for defacing his play]

Ackk. But seriously, I'm cool with it. AT least I don't have to die on stage and lay still when my rear starts to itch.
[To create irony, His will made the author's rear itchy]

Well, we have to see the teacher on this Saturday to discuss rehearsals. Boy am I glad to be in an unsticky situation of overloaded timetables. After all, its good to be involved in stuff, but if you lose sight of the important stuff, it could really come up and bite you in your rear in your dying moments.
[The author does not notice the shadow of a really big dog with big teeth creeping up behind him. You lose the picture but the sound of 'Ouch, stop biting me ass you mastiff!' is heard]

Today, our literature lecturer showed the class two poems, one of which that inspired me to deface the most was

How Do I Love Thee
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. '

This was I , in jest have said.

'How do I mock thee? Let me count the ways. this is one, the next is...'
'How do I laugh at thee? Let me count the ways. There is only one way. Ha ha ha'
'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Oops, I lost me accounts book'
'How do I fu-'

Okay, that's a little to much of a joke.
[skeletal fingers clutch over the author's neck. The author fears for his life]

Training

You flip to the next entry, you see the author's face. This time, he looks drenched in sweat. Nevertheless, he keeps his dazzling smile in spite of obvious physical fatigue. The author looks very happy in the entries, which made you feel a pang of worry over his abrupt disappearance and these ominious bloodstains on his holographic journal. He speaks. You listen.

March 26

Today was kinda weird day, I woke up later than usual, due to my forgetting of arming the alarm. But I wasn't late for school. That was through God's grace, small reminders that He is in my life no matter what and would deliver me. I pray for you who read this blog too, good friend, may you be walking the way that pleases God.
[Traffic Jam]

Wushu(chinese martial arts) practice was today, I learnt rudimentary skills of Quan Fa(Fist skill, my bad for such poor translation). I really pushed myself for this, I was sweating buckets. But training is still training. No reason why I do it, no reason why I should quit.

"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the
topless towers of Ilium?" - Doctor Faustus

[Insert in author's photograph]
[Retching heard]
[Marlowe rising from the grave in anger]

Ah well, that's all folks.
WADDOYOUEXEPECT?
[Author moons you]

Saying Rain down on me is getting old.

So it rained. you stay a while, you sit on a couch, leaning against a lumpy faded cushion. you feel the presence of paper inside the cushion. You remove the covering of the cushion, to find a large piece of paper with lots of mumbers written on them. Looks like lots of entries' worth.

March 25

Today, I went for Emcees course for public speaking skills, one of the most dreaded things people say. I remeember a story about a man thrown to a hungry lion in a gladiator ring. The man was not eaten by the lion and the emperor who threw him in was curious as to why the lion was not eaten. The man said that he told the lion that after it had shown its power in ripping the man into pieces, it was invited to stand on stage to talk to the audience. The lion was so afraid that it did not eat the man. No... That is not Daniel, Daniel was thrown into the lion's den, its just another guy.
[Lions send their lawyer's letter for libel]

The course was okay, I learnt some.

I was somewhat surprised at today's second audition for SYF drama. I was expecting to have been driven out by compeition when I did not receive any confirmation on monday that I was shortlisted. Well, I did ask Him and received. Kinda affirms divine deliverance if one asks. [whoops]

Anyway, there's a project for public speaking. Hurray! No more boring days!
[deathly silence, people making emergency calls to the asylum for a possible lunatic in their sight(Disclaimer no offense to anyone, mentally handicapped or otherwise)]

Thats was all for today, except another rainy day which I spent speaking to a friend over small talk[No quantum physics involved =( . Intellectuals send a lawyer's letter for demeaning intelligence needed for physics and especially quantum physics].

Boy, what a lot of mail I got today.
[Exeunt, screams of horror hear in the distance, followed by spooky doom music]

Rain down on Me II

You reach the library, clutching a holographic device which stored the memories of the owner. Wanting to know more, you flip through the books, looking for a black chip which stores memories. You find nothing and in exasperation you give up and squat down. You notice the sparse amount of book cases in this so-called library; a small room with old-fashioned books. Who reads books in this time and age of holographic manuals? You notice a yellowing inspirational poster, and you take a look. It was just like any old inspirational poster except one thing, except the product code was messed with to show this.

0-r1-r1-l2-r3-r5-l8-r13-l21-r34-r55-l89

It's the Fibonacci sequence or at least the non alphabetical part of it. Even the least astute of people can discover that it's a code. You flip the pages to the page number, but it does not work. you take some time to ponder. Was there a complex algorithm? Or perhaps a ratio? It hits you blindingly fast. you start from 0 and then move right by 1 as denoted by r and right by 1 then left by 2 and so on, resetting back to 0. Beautiful genius.

March 24 Hey people, today was kinda funny, as I was walking home, a little down from my bad luck. I was humming 'Rain down on me'



It was like that. then it got worse

to rain like this.

Nothing much to report, except that life's full of disappointments sometimes. I was kinda saddened by a series of lousy events(won't elaborate more) Then, while I'm sick, I get a birthday party at home! It does not even fall on the month of my birthday! Cool eh?
Maybe that's life way of saying things aren't so bad after all. Or that the chocolate cake I ate with a severe hacking cough is going to come back and bite me in my ass again.

Rain down on me indeed. How should i count my blessings?

Rain down on me

Feeling parched, you turn to the kitchen to get yourself some water. You drink from the tap, while your watchful eyes scan the area for a possible PAGE (Personal Anamnesis Genetic Entry) or numbers (like a safe) to the electronic holographic diary you hold under your arm, disguised as an innocent leather bound book, not that innocently, as it was stained with blood, presumably the owner's blood. You look at the refrigerator, noting the scarce amount of notes or photographs on it. All it had a a palm sized magnet in the shape of a fish fixing a note to buy fish. Suspicion bombarded you. You reach for the magnet and flip it over. There was a black chip embedded in the magnet. You extract it and plug it into the book to read an entry. this time round, instead of a face, you see a transcript.

21 March

Today is Good Friday and I was with a couple of Church pals for a cell group outing. My parents and my little brother went to Malaysia for a holiday. The sky was ominous and the sound of thunder threatened a thunderstorm, which would wreck our outdoor games plans. When we went on a bus to a church pal(Joey)'s condo, it rained.
[Laughter]

I was humming 'Rain down on me' (a christian song) earlier in the morning.
[Indian raindance in background ]

I think, we were lucky enough that when we reached the place, we found that the rain had eluded the place completely and we had some ball games. I got a blister from running all over the tennis court barefooted, but it was nothing compared to another guy(Edwin)'s open blisters. Speaking of Edwin, the guy is quite the climber. He scaled a wall for fun and he climbed up the height of a tennis court wall to pick up balls. I think we could thank God for such kindness, even when we keep hearing the rumbling of thunder, there was no rain.
[Burst of light then a holy voice rumbled in anger, 'COULD? IT SHOULD BE SHOULD!' Lightning strikes the author, leaving a pile of smouldering ash where he once stood.]

After the games, some of us went to eat. And now I am back here, telling to you about this.

Frankly, I say many times to myself on everyday. Now is a good time to die. Especially today.
[Ravens caw. You notice the Grim Reaper behind the author, with a scythe raised]

Why do I say that? I don't think dying is a big deal. At least, I die happy, knowing that things aren't left hanging, I like most of you people, spent good time with most of you people.
[Ahem is heard]

Seems kinda selfish eh? What about people who will be saddened by someone's death? Is it all justified, saying all these mean words to show arrogance that you knwoing you won't die too soon say such a thing?
[Rumbling of dissent]

I say, that ain't pessimism. That is carpe diem or known as seize the day.

Well, I cannot say that I am definitely like this, but know this ; we are already doomed to die the minute we were born.
['Ahems' heard]

What would one do then? If I had all the answers, I won't read them. Life won't be very interesting anymore if you had all the answers, its more like a learning process with a time limit, some have longer time limit but miss the point, others had shorter time limits and in it, learn from it. Well, carpe diem is the word today.
[Yoddeling heard, the author joins them.]

You realize this deviation from the normal holographic conversations was a clue, your eyes pounce at the first word, first letter of the bracketed comments. Your eyes see this pattern which forms a word.

LIBRARY

Deep Water

You push open a dull wooden door to enter the bedroom. Stepping into a bare room with only an unmade bed and an unattractive wardrobe, you make a cursory sweep of the room for hints of the previous owner's memory cards to his electronic diary which you hold in your hand, disguised as a book, albeit one that is bloodstained with what you were sure was the owner's blood. Opening the wardrobe, you find a jumble of clothes in a boring colors lying on the bottom, with empty clothes hangers hanging on a pole fixed to two sides of the wardrobe. You remove the pile of clothes to see nothing significant. Disappointed, you were about to turn away, when the power to the apartment failed, leaving you in darkness or was it? The interior of the wardrobe had writing on it. A glow of phosphorescence undetected due to its writing on a white background.

R5 R67 L23 L10 R15 R23 L0 1 sec delay to confirm

You puzzle over the meaning over the writing, but not for long. You flip the book to the right to page 5, right to page 67, left to page 23, right to page 15, right to page 23 pausing at these pages for exactly one second. You find yourself face to face with its owner's holographic face again.

March 20
Hey there, today was another day of communicating with people again, this time round, a normally solemn guy from my class (not in Jurong Junior College for first three months) well, err, asked for phone numbers of people. He didn't normally say much, eat faster than I could (compeitive spirit rising), to be frank, just not to insult anyone or anything, the girls found him very reclusive. Btw, I'm a guy, although I hate to admit it, that dude is handsome, but I still retain my compeitive edge as I'm handsome AND charming. I'm straight and a heartthrob among ladies although they will never admit it.
[Retching from everyone]

Ah well, on to my deep water parts, PW (project work) requies me to concoct ideas that do something, both are very general topics (One is 'Journey' and the other 'Modernization') I have no idea what to do. Boy am I in deep water, I optimistic even though I'm like Jonah in the belly of the whale that God will instruct me.
[The author notices a shadow looming over him. he turns around to stare into the humongous mouth of the whale and bows his head in resignation before taking out a violin from his pocket and playing a mourning tune as the mouth of the whale closes over him)

Speaking of no idea, my brother asked me this
Qn: What do you call a blind deer?
Ans:No Idea (no eye deer)


I was amused by this pun. But the poor thing was the butt of my jokes this time round.
[Animal rights activists fire torpedoes at the author, but they forget he is in the mouth of a whale]

Anyway, I saw an interesting name of a place in New Zealand, boy would it be amusing to watch the expression of the interviewers when you present this address to them. It ain't insulting, it ain't perverse, it ain't discriminatory.

It just wastes space when you fill out employment forms especially under address.

Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu
[People there swear curses at author for insulting where they live, but they forget he is in the mouth of a whale]
check it out on the internet for its translation.

Ain't our world an interesting place to live in?
[Cynics and Apocalyptists disagree with the author, but they forget he is in the mouth of a whale]

[The whales swims off to the deep blue, with the author in its mouth]
Boy am I in deep water after all that.

Curiosity has snared your mind. You search the messed up study for more clues about the owner, while keeping the bloodstained book you found under your arm. You give up, knowing you have searched everywhere and leave the study to search other parts of this drafty apartment. Looking at a pot of wilted plants, your sharp eyes notice an irregularity in the soil. Plunging your fingers into the soil and feeling around, your fingers feel the plastic of a PAGE. Triumphant, you plug it into the holographic playback device which was disguised as an innocent book, albeit a book that was stained with presumably the owner's blood.

March 19

Today started off pretty normal. except the H1 Math students had extended lessons and hence no break. I was lucky to be in H1 chemistry class although i'm bored out of my brains there as the topics covered were the same as in the first month.

Funny thing is for PW ( Project Work), we talked about the other task, research the journey undertaken by people which improved themselves and think of ways to replicate the same experiences for teens to learn from.

I thought of Jane Goodall, a woman who went to the forest, lived with chimps, studied their lives.
I thought, let's throw an unlucky guy into a room full of monkeys. But there's no essential learning points from studying monkeys. I mean what can they do?
[A monkey walked up to the author, handed him a stack of papers entitled, 'Complete works of Shakespeare. The monkey went to a room with a million typewriters and a million monkeys jumping on it]

Maybe I stand corrected.

N.C

Another Day

Holding a bloodstained book with an odor as formidable as a caveman's armpits, you hunt for a PAGE (Programmable Anamnesis Genetic Encoder) so as to see the next part. Sifting through books scattered over the person's place, you accidentally knock over a haphazardly stacked pile of books. You berate yourself for your clumsiness, until you see a black chip laying on the tiled floor. Eureka.
March 18

Today was the auditions for the school play meant for the SYF (Singapore Youth Festival). I had horrendously under calculated students willing to audition. I'm impressed that students in my school are that enthusiastic, either that or I'm a cynic. I did my part, but the results would only be out by Monday. I would not lie, my stomach was full of butterflies and my speech was slurred. Maybe its my fault for eating a tuna sandwich beforehand. =p
[A bored audience is starting to hold their own conversations]

While that might be the highlight of today, it's easy to forget about the significance of bonding with family, friends and God daily. Like in Luke 10:38-42

"As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." "

It is very easy to worry about many things see. Many of us are like Martha, having attend to studies, to attend to CCA, attend to our plans/projects/pleasures etc etc. When such things go right, we feel happy but tired, when things go the other way, we feel frustrated and worried. [Yawns from the audience are audible]

Being busy is okay, sorta. The big thing is if it inhibits what that is 'better' like your relationships, you gotta shuffle your priorities. By relationships, not the stupid boy-girl thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against it, but I feel that it wastes time for students. By relationships, I mean, with God, family and friends. If you neglect God, even a thousand achievements seem hollow in comparison. Same for family and friends.
[Restlessness is rampant, everyone wants that long winded dude off the stage]

Humans are made from one thing which defines us as intelligent sentient creatures. It is Hate. Nothing but Hate Hate Hate
[There was a hush of disbelief]['whoops wrong script' says the speaker, there's a fumble and swearing as speaker looks for the right paragraph]

Okay my bad, it's love. That was a deliberate mistake to see if you are awake.
[audience clamoring for speaker to get offstage. Riots occur. Middle fingers given workouts that rivals Olympic athletes]

However, a material world makes pure love impossible due to other things which valued, distorts love. Dun get me wrong, i still like a cuppa coffee now and again as well as success.
[Coffee traders cheer]

Important thing is balance in life, imbalance have ruined many a good life. Workaholics whose work was at expense of love die regretfully. Indulgent Thrill-seekers lament at loss of opportunity. Hard to decide how life should be lived eh?


Maybe not like that.
[Calvin and Hobbes fans shouts out their disagreements and how the speaker should go and stuff his %&#$ at where is #$%@ is]

Now to further elaborate.
[the audience look ready to murder. Speaker oblivious as he drinks water]

Well, that look is about as useful to my confidence as a chair for a whale is. -_-
[Let the rotten tomatoes fly]

oh my that is not very nice. I swear if audiences can be even pleased by speeches, pigs can fly.
['Oink Oink' is heard, a a blur of pink zips through the length of the hall, hitting the speaker on the face]

...

Hello there

You step into a messed up study and as you look out of a window, you note that global warming has wrecked havoc on our weather systems. Its raining when during this time it ought to be warm and sunny. Wind had billowed into the study, scattering papers to mark her presence. The breeze's chilling fingers caresses your skin, making the hair on it stand. You notice a black leather bound book. It was bloodstained and had a repulsive odor. You flip the first page and a holographic face appears. It was a black haired and bespectacled male who had tanned skin and handsome features. You hold your breath and wait for him to speak


March 17

Boy was i tempted to type "It was a dark and stormy night" like this fella here.

Hey there, you who read this, today was the day school began for the second term. The lack of homework had only one word to describe it. Disappointing.

[There was rumbling in the distance, you hear a mob lynching the author]

Okay, saying that about homework wasn't very clever. But so far, i was given the PW[Project Work] 'A' level paper. I say, JC life is starting to brighten up.

[Rumble from the same mob. 'Oh bloody crud' is heard]

Guess what did i just think? Boy was it good to have some armour. Try Ephesian chapter on armour of god. Cool eh? Just speak the words ARMOUR OF GOD. Whoa, that got me heart thumping.It gives me the jibes man. But it had an important point i feel. Here is the quote

"Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints....." - Ephesians 6:10-18

Kinda true for every era that came, come and is to come. All this are very admirable qualities, sadly it's hard to carry them out by humans. I shamefully say, I am inadequately armoured and hence have sinned in my daily living even knowing it to be so =(

I pray for strength to go on day by day, to stand firm, to be faithful, to fight evil. And the same i pray for you, whoever you are. You'll be surprised, sometimes its hard to do the simple things. I feel depressed in thinking that children can do out simple deeds like these better than we so call mature people can. I think getting discouraged by life's ups and downs along the way does that to people. )=(

Not to leave you so a sad note, which is lack dramatic flair speaking of which, I am trying out for drama. A joke then, why did the chicken cross the road?=)

Frankly i have no idea why did the chicken cross the road, I am not its psychiatrist.

Going soon? See you soon. Break a leg you say? Why thank you. May you be blessed with homework to keep you busy.

[Shark music] [The author stiffens in fear] [A dreaded rumbling from the ground] [A rampaging horde's dust in the distance] [Screams of the author as he is being lynched again] [Sound of a leg breaking] [Howls of pain from the author] [Cries of 'Burn him" chanted over and over]

Ow.