After the pain

You see a couple of boys while you drive past them, playing ball, you look at your injured arm and could only sigh. You hit the stupid holographic journal. If not for it, you probably won't have to find its missing author. It gives an eerie whirl and you know, you have by a fluke, called up another entry froms its hidden memory.

28 May

On the bright side, one monday, two days ago, i had an appointment to remove my cast. it was itchy and horrible. On the bright side, now, the pain is no longer there. I won't need painkillers.

I forgot how itchy it was inside seven years ago in my another arm.

Happier that i got this, i could remove it, and have greater finger mobility

So i did this

Then i realise i could do this too!

I see my brother tossing a ball into a hoop, fantasizing about greatness and he was lying down. He gives a big cheer, apparently, he scored a hoop.

Well, that's all the random stuff i have.

This is stuff i heard from the pastor
When we don't respond to painful things, we tend to harden ourself to it. That happens in life, you push down your emotions to obviously painful and grieving stuff, you harden yourself towards it. The quake in China was just another disaster to me. yet, such things grieve God, you might ask why did they happen? I won't know the full answer, but i believe that He has good plans, even now, the world reacts. You see one great humanitarian ---. Surely, God uses many things to build people up. In a bleak world, you feel despaired by a world that can't be changed for the better, pain keeps coming back,till you become hardened towards it. But we respond to the pain other that shoving it down, it would keep us in touch with our humanity. It ain't evil that's scary. It's the indifference towards it that is scary. When we become indifferent, we become less than human. That's scary.

Seeing the disaster victims on screen, I didn't know why, something trickled down my heart.

Argghhh. @#$! PAIN

You walk out of the house, you slipped on a puddle and fell heavily. You felt pain lance through your forearm. jabbing sharp pains. the wrist had a nasty swelling and spots of red had appeared at the swelling region. The pain was shooting up your forearm and your wrist hurt when you tried to massage it. Groaning, you pick yourself up and go to the nearest hospital. Exhausted by pain, you arrive at a blue and grey building. You got yourself a queue number and you sit on one of the chairs. You hear a vibration and realised that it came from the holographic journal of the author you were tracking. It must be resonating to a visit here. You call your trusty associate to hack into the hospital's database for this person while you review what he has to say.

23 May

Two more days before school ended, i played soccer and fell on my arm in the morning. God it really hurt like crazy and i thought i sprained it. So i tried to immobilise the limb by using my school tie and file. pain lance through my forearm. jabbing sharp pains. the wrist had a nasty swelling and spots of red had appeared at the swelling region. The pain was shooting up my forearm and my wrist hurt when i tried to massage it. My fingers lost their strength. I piled icepacks on it, which served to numb the pain. so from 0900hrs to 1600hrs, i bore the pain.

Then I reached home, I went to the clinic, the doc informed me that it could be a fracture. So i informed my father that it was that and we went to NUH. so i came home with this. it hurt more than the last time, i dislocated it entirely when i was primary 3 and it didn't hurt as friggin much as now.



when they said hairline fracture, it reminded me of this photo of the sky i took. it looked like the sjy was cut.

Anyway, i'm in too much pain to talk, i don't really like painkillers anyway. so i end here.

in pain and in hymns for the Lord.

you know, on the bright side, i would miss P.C (physical conditioning), but I cannot play games.=(

its kinda funny you know, someone actually thought that i was faking it. For what? And to fake it so real that i end up in hospital? that's really funny. lol

but i miss my games and my friends over the hols. but at least there is homework.

Hell hath not the fury of a woman's wrath and unfortunate events

You rifle through the house as best you already could. But nothing could be found, you were about to give up when you noticed that the ceiling of every room had been tiled to form roman numerals. You burst into every room and jotted down the numerals. Five rooms, five numerals. You realise it could be it, you have all the numbers to unlock the next entry of the holo graphic organizer but you get random numerals in 24, 4 ,67, 59 and 3. No discernible patterns can be derived, then you think about the shape of the house, although it has four sides! The rooms are arranged in a pentagon! And if you take the front door as a reference point, you get a star in the pentagon! And the front door was at starting tip of the star to be drawn and if following a line and turning where it turns, you get the combination!

Realising that, you walk around the house once more and you get all right turning in order of 4-3-67-59-24. But there's something wrong, the holographic diary doesn't have more than 100 pages to turn right all the time. You guess that it reverts back to zero and doing so you hear the all-too familiar beep that you are going to see the author's next entry.

May 21

Hell hath not the fury and an angry woman, not even my jokes can cheer them.
[audience: are his jokes even funny?]

yes, it is true, Jia Min was breathing fire over air-conditioning issues in the class. Heh heh, irony. Our classrooms have air-conditioning for your information. she burst into an amazing speech about idiocy of the male gender. That itself would have gotten me into an encore, if not for the fact that I am male and of the males she listed, I am unfortunately on the list. Heh Heh I'm a pretty funny guy eh?

okay, admittedly, my jokes are not always very funny and are moderately hurting(which jokes aren't) but that's besides the point.

Apparently reason doesn't work when I told her if she doesn't want ot feel cold, she could move away. Just like you don't stick your hand into the fire if you don't want to get burnt. Apparently, i should have heeded my own allegory. Maybe this is why guys cannot understand girls. I have a strong gut feeling that when girls act something close to a harpy-like emotion, its best that guys either shut up or join them. Then again, I might be completely wrong, if I am right, and I could have a Phd in psychology, imagine the riches I can reap if I write a self-help book! Then again, why did I land myself in this anyway?

How did I react? Rapier wit goes hand in hand with a shameless shield of smiles. I grinned like a clown. I grinned like a bloody clown wilting inside. I'm not particularly courageous of men, I tend not to like arguing against people. Especially if their arguments are tempered with emotions of hate hate and hate. Scary.

Anyway, enough about debate over female psychology, it ain't very interesting.
[female audience ready to throw bottles]

I was joking!

Anyway, today was a string of really unfortunate events, the afternoon in fact. Soccer can't be really counted although its a really hot day. then I became to usual Fedex boy to help zoe carry interact club stuff(i'm not even in that CCA -_- but heping people ain't supposed to have conditions) The dude I was meeting was unfortunate enough not to come. And I stink. Of sweat.

Well, we must have hope, or what we live in now can be a depressing hell. So on the bright side I borrowed a book potentially helpful for GPP when I waited for that guy above, Miss Elvina says if i want I can't ask her for more homework. Yay! That's what this blog is named for, Bright Iron. to have optimism unflagging and faith refined.
[ audience:you refine iron?]

okay, I know iron is not really refined, hey, you expecting a professional work?

I hear funeral rites for some faceless chap in the void deck. Loss and Gain, the dual nature of the world! Ah, what would I give to face it no more. I could write poetry. But it crosses my boundaries. Let the dead lie where they would and do not disturb them.

Father, shield those living who have things to grief. Many rocky events happening to people, I lift them to your hands. I pray for continued sense of love and faith in you for I trust your plans to be good. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

Camp, sports meet, plans and many many more!

You find a thick organizer of the author's scribbled with events to go to, flipping to the recent dates, you find that the author has scribbled down another address and left behind a black chip at that. Its a taunt to whoever who wants to find him. Its like he was expected the be tracked down and relishes this game of cat and mouse where he is both cat and mouse. Very sneaky.

19 May

This is a really belated post, I write it now on Vesak day, on a day i had nothing to do.

There was this house camp, the Bannister house camp where we cheered and play water games. Lol i remember dumping soap on people's heads and I tricked one unfortunate fellow to take off his shirt and run off with it. lol. That was mean of me. but it was very fun.

Anyway, during the camp we sang songs and ate then in the morning of that one day camp, i blizt off to do emcee duty for the Sports Meet. Lol. I did alot of spontaneous commentary and plenty of jokes within the script. I like the job. But it hurt my throat a lot. But it wasn't the best part. The best part is doing it with my friend Andy. That had made all the difference. We sang a birthday song at request of some rono people.

Anyway, the sports meet, i was moderately impressed with the Bannister house, they were most sporty. And being moderately impressed is something.

We went over to Malaysia yesterday. We watched Prince Caspain, a radically ripped apart story. But it was okay but very confusing for people who watched that first instead of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Then we had a very delectable meal of seafood. drunken prawns, followed by a noble dish of fish and then spicy kang kong followed by tofu and chili crab. Its really good, the ambiance, the food. and we had a pot of tea and soem fruit after that.

that's all, Sharon's birthday coming up soon, So I'm thinking of something. I pray for a miracle now. I'm utterly clueless.

Judgement day and afterwards

You search the author's books and you notice lots of post-doomsday fiction he has. Keeping a mental note on it, you rifle through the hard cover books and you find nothing. You realise that twenty-six books with different starting letters were present. Hesitantly, you arrange the books by titles in alphabetical order. Volia. There was a clicking sound behind the bookshelf and you push it to find that it was like a revolving door and it revealed a musty room. You find in it, many papers containing complex mathematical equations and a map of the Earth with many squiggly arrows. What was that man up to? You don't know, but you find a black chip nestled on a velvet cushion and you picked it up and plugged it into the holographic journal belonging to the misssing author you were tasked to find

May 14

Well, people, it was to quote Sharon Quek, my classmate also in the play, JUDGEMENT DAY
It was SYF drama. I got a small role as Edgar in the revamp of King Lear. The ACJC hall was scarily empty, save for a few judges, scattered about like sand. I wore this

Self capture sucked, and i wanted to see how makeup worked on me. Not very well apparently. My briliance apparently rendered makeup as superfluous.
[jeers, retching heard]

This is me in full costume, taken by Muneeb. And below is Muneeb, who plays Kent

Handsome eh? The makeup artist came to age him and Sangeetha as well as Zaid.

Here be Sangeetha, she acts as Queen Lear and this was the costume when Lear went mad. Beside her is Joan, or Cordelia. I'm sorry if its too dark. Sangeetha would have said humourously that what is this? racist har?
[lol]

You know, the past has a certain freakish way of coming back, one of the lighting crew also a fellow emcee in the upcoming sports meet was actually someone from the past. A painful past. Taekwondo. Who knew? that someone I would meet would come from the same taekwondo in same CC too? Well apparently why i never told anyone the truth is because its so arsed I tend to go on destructive rages.

Well, the story spans over a good 6 years. It was when I was a boy. [obviously] There was this dude who taught us. He is the chief instructor. I heard lots of rumors about his errr.... unpopularity. Anyway it ain't a dissing session. Its an experience-sharing session. Anyway, I was thrown out of the Taekwondo itself. No point in telling you people details, there are some right with people some wrong with people. SO tis pointless.

Anyway, I hated that dude. He pissed me for a year. Everyday i see that face in my mind, i smash my fist into something. Only nowadays, when I heard that he left, I rejoiced and he became a mere shadow that people hated, the females didn't really want to go there from what i heard. Bu anyway people, hate is a torture unto itself. It eats you away, burns you from the inside, makes you want to get revenge. One time ain't enough, many times over and over again would alleviate the pain. I gradually forget about him. He's just a mildly arsed guy to me now. A monster with no teeth. Six years of pain, forgotten in a year.

Sure, stabs of pain still plague me now and again but still, people asked if i would go back now he was out. I probably won't, too many bad memories, too many false accusations, too much anger.

Ain't good , hate that is. Passing that day of judgement of being kicked out, anger carried me through pain, now it burnt out, peace is with me. What would you do? Walk the dangerous line between light and dark, the path of twilight?

No, I think I see a dawn.

SYF, Lessons, Megaman and Dota on PSP

You feel around the mouldy bedsheets, while trying not to smell the smelly thing, sure enough, your fingers made contact with a piece of paper, taking it out, you find a string of numbers and Rs and Ls like thi
r1 r23 l12 r4 l3 r47 l 35

you flip the pages of the holographic journal you have, r standing for right and 1 for one page and l for left and so on.

eureka, you see the author's face as he begins to speak more to you.

May 12

SYF draws near. This Wednesday too! Ahhhh I am flapping. I can really screw up neither can I truly make a difference. Sigh. tml is the full dress rehearsal, And i ain got a full dress.
[lame......]

On not-so-bright sides we miss lessons

My borther is playing megaman game, not much to say there but as usual, creativity runs in our family. he talked about dota being popular, I talked about PSP being popular. We both said. Santa Maria! What if dota was on PSP, it would be the most addictive games of all time. Gah. WE are barely game engineers, imagine what we could do! We could earn money! Lots and lots of it! Lots and lots of food!

anyway, life's not just that as per see. Anyway, its kinda funny, we had a multiple intelligence test, to see in a crude manner how do people learn best. Its kinda funny, 98% of the class got the intrapersonal intelligence. Means they stick to their morals, work based on attitude. Some got out of eight intelligence, 2 dominant ones.

whereas I got all equally balanced except for visual and spatial. Curious, either I am really that pro, or that guy forget my dominant intellect. Mischief. HAHA!

[laughs to his grave]

Ideas, Birthdays, Mother's day and an SYF

You walk across the bedroom when you heard a curious sound at the tiles when you stepped on one. Suspicious, you immediately pull put the hollow tile, volia, mama mia, you find a black chip.

11 May

Ah, it was pearlyn's birthday, so I wrote a poem in a card for her. I can't exactly recall the poem but it was extolling something about her(no.. people, its not a love poem), but it was jolly good, something that actually got through. Hmn, who knows, the winds of change are blowing.
[Typhoon]

Then there was this hectic SYF preparation. Hoom hoom. I wear something that is utterly nerdsville. Shirt, pants and black shoes and a blazer provided by the teachers That's what I have to be portrayed as. Sharon remarked that Arthur said that is my normal gear. What can i say? Naw, I wear bermudas and t-shirts. for informal occasions. Anyway, I don't really have a response but hearty laughter.
[laughter]

Ahh, laughter, medicine of the world. Anyway, today was Mother's day. What i did was t wish me mother happy mother's day. Mothers are good to have see? Love yoru mother's people.

I remember a saying. Never insult a man's race, religion and his mother.

That's all folks, nothing too complicated, nothing too scary. I must return to my comedies and computer games. Alack for the lack of homework.
[students charging at the author, he screams and runs]

Au revoir

Physical Pain Putting Poise

You find a wide empty room with blue spongy mats. You know immediately you are in a training room and in a far corner you see many books and videotapes. Curious as to what the contents pertain to, you browse a book. Interesting, you could press a fellah's throat directly above the intersection between the two collarbones or whatever they are called to disabled him. Martial arts, not a particularly relevant subject in your own opinion even for a private investigator. But nevertheless, a black chip lay in between some of the pages in the book.
7 May

Wow, today's wushu was very painful not to say in the least, we had to stretch with an upright posture which most teenagers care not for. Needless to say, it hurt like S***- whoops, I mean excrement. My tailbone feels a little weird and now I walk with my chest thrown out and my rear pointy. Actually that's what I did for two hours.

Enough graphic description lest it becomes R rated, for what? I don't know.

Joining Wushu to diversify my martial arts knowledge shouldn't be a bad thing. Well, no pain no gain. I never believed for a moment a taekwondo background would be helpful, at least there are similarities.

Anyway, why do I fight? A primal aggressive need to show strength? Survival of the fittest? Nah, not even remotely likely in this world of guns, who needs to learn to fight when you got a loaded AK-47?

Actually, not that it actually shows much unless you wanna apply to be a guard or bouncer. I don't have the arm size to show for it.
[display stick-like arms]

heh heh, disARMing eh?
[groans at bad joke]

Hah, I shall not prod thee with my rapier wit and disARMing personality.
[Author rides off to the sunset, his laughter is heard]

Ahhh, optimism, life's greatest thing for people.

Words

You enter a surprisely well-dusted room, this makes it creepier, if the author of the holographic journal whom you were tracking down using that, it was as if he was deliberately baiting you. Nevertheless, a quick rudimentary search of the room reveal a black chip.

6 May

Ah.. words fail me, time and again. I find that conflict in the world often occurs arounds words and pride.

Well, things happen, especially if you for your own ego find it very hilarious to break others with words that is.

There's a reason why we have two ears and one mouth, to hear more than we speak, so that we understand each other more.

Is there a kind of irony when i am viewing Mind your language as well? I won't know. ANyway, i'm kinda aspiring to follow Ephesian 4:29 , not to let any unwholesome talk come out of my mouth, but use to to build on the needs of others so that they can benefit.

Trying to be a better man is easier said than done when Cherie is such an easy target.

But still, words are cheap. I'll affirm it through my actions. Thats what honorable men do.

En Garde. The things I do I even find them bordering on insanity

You find yourself facing a run-down empty semi-detached house, nevertheless, you are not going to be stopped by a little dirt here and there, you had already parked your vehicle a sizeable distance away and travelled on foot to another of the author's properties, hoping to find clues of his whereabouts whom your enigmatic employer hired you for. You took a deep breath and pushed the door, gritty with dust. The holographic journal of the author bleeps and alarmed, you look downwards and discover that upon entry into the property, you have unlocked another entry.

4 May

Heh heh, the title speaks for itself already eh? The things I do sometimes make me wonder if I'm nutty or not.

For example as you've seen from my exemplar record of giving birthday gifts. Charles M Schulz should include a feature of me, a guy who tries to be a birthday present giver, his plans never work. For example was Arthur's birthday. I drew him a comic and sent it to him via email.

By some eerie unfortunate circumstances, I saw him on the day of his birthday and he told me he seldom goes online. [Author beats his head] Let me not go mad. Let me not go mad.

Well, there's a physical fitness test that's on a nationwide scale. I'm not even worried. I guess its because I'm so screwed that's why I'm so calm.

And this blog received attacks. Or does it? Or perhaps people laugh? I frankly don't care. Yeah, there's that comment some person made about a perceived attack on them from me. I remember bits about knowing oneself.

Hmn. how should I say this, there's a character profiling method my literature teacher in secondary school taught us its a four boxes thing, one that others knows about a character and the character knows about it too. the other is blindspot of a character which others knows but the character, the another one is the character's inner knowledge about himself which no one knows and lastly the hidden part of the chracter which no one knows about.

My point you say? That its very difficult to know yourself for what you are, most likely even if you think you are a well-rounded person, you show shallowness instead. So its difficult to say whether those a person know himself or others know him.

Well, back to a heartless guy. I saw a couple of ex-classmates at a library today. I barely registered their presence and faintly acknowledged it. What do you expect me to do? Go hug and cry like a wuss? And what would you threaten me with? That when I die I'll regret it? What bull****!whoops, i'm not supposed to curse. Lemme change my words a little, what cowdung!
[Raucous laughter from the author]

Same for my skipping or church to go for the play. I admit it, it didn't really sit well with my stomach to miss church, even for which there ain't no excuse for it, which I cannot be excused from. Okay I sinned. Blizt me [the skies roar] HEY! WHAT WOULD YOU WANT ME TO DO! I"M FRIGGIN SORRY ALREADY!

I smell food. Ooo, its dinner, suddenly everyone in my head who are arguing over this misconduct of mine quieten down for recess. Damned bas****, whoops, i'm not supposed to curse, lemme change my words a little, condemnable illegitamates!

[Raucous laughter]