Bright Iron

Limericks of the guys in our class part 1

2009-07-21T21:32:00.005+08:00

Well, it's alot ruder than what you see here. It's on by request of arthur. It may not even be a real limerick

There's a nerd called Xingyu[pronounced 'you']
whose balls are one too few.
He won't chase girls too cute;
for fear that he will puke.

There is a boy called Shaun
who was addicted to porn
He had a bad constipation
with his 'C' obsession
P.S: namely,
Christine, Cherie and Constipation
the list expands beyonds these Cs

There is a guy called Arthur
Who was quite a bugger,
because he rapped just like a wrapper
so we got him with a bug zapper.

There is a Weefolk called Aaron
who has a crush on Sharon
he never knew about Sauron
or of romance's decorum

There is a man called Clement
he plays a lot of badminton
His grades are as solid as adamant
Earthquakes start at his advent

There is a Liverpool fan
whose name is called Bryan Tan
(according to Shaun)
when Manchester United wins
Bryan Tan could only cringe

Of course these could be done by and to open-minded guys who never mind insulting when they could be insulted themselves.

Then again, this is such a rude form of poetry, i almost regret using it. But the fun is undeniable.

Although i must note that i'm not doing the blog because i have no inspiration and also i am writing in my free time so the blog is out of it. Part 2 may come if I got around to doing it but do comment.

Spectator

2009-05-24T08:26:00.003+08:00

I see... walking across the road
Two entwined passions
a dance shared by two.
A smile spread over my face.

My haunting demons taunt me.
Wasn't that She whom you loved
that now she walks with another
that you are left alone

I don't care at all.
I congratulate their passion
Love, it gladdens my heart
I will bless them gladly.

Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
Where was the jealous boy?
who drank fully from the cup of crushed sour grapes.
when his secondary school flame was
being chatted with by a
handsome man?
Hypocrite! Liar! Blasphemer!

Much words can whirl around my head.
They can cut into my heart,
chilling it.

But I laugh it off and sip joy from their passion.
There is greater love and I have been touched by it.
Go girl, be blessed and be happy.

While i retire into this greater Love i have found.

***

I see... a whirlwind in man.
My friend has turned tempest
Estranged, emasculated, enraged
he swings around, screaming his pain
these fearsome lightning bolts fizzle out.
His tormentors are not judged and feel right.
'Tis sad that his friends are his very tormentors.
from his lips, lava flows freely like an artery severed.
No man should, in trying times be without a friend
but he has no one to offer a balm for his wounds.
no nurse to sooth them with kisses or kindness.
the storm flood his insides with despairing rain.
He wishes to die and lay down and the world
would collapse with his fall, his desolation.
His eyes are blinded by his own fury.
The hailstones he let loose has
crushed his own eyes. He
does not see Love. In
suffering, who can
endure without
superhuman
love?

Love is patient, kind and not jealous. Love is not boastful or proud. Love is never irritable, it keeps no record of being wronged, and it rejoices when the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful and always endures. Love will last forever.

-Paul of Tarsus' letter to the people of Corinth.

A sonnet for our Gideon

2009-03-17T21:59:00.005+08:00

Gideon Chew Ming Kai, the very best pal.
In his actions, 'geelo' maliciousness,
Die-hard God fearing man/hare, (who cares?)
Every bit of him, gentlemanly-ness.
Oi girls, why haven't you went for him?
No one like him is of the crop, cream.

But don't think I or Gideon are gay.
It's just that he is a fantastic hare
Really morally and steady one 'kay?
That guy really shows us all christ-like care
Heaven knows we had how much HAs and Hos.
Dude, for your birthday i draw out my pen
All i have poetry, this I crow.
Yay, you can go lead your 300 men

*alrighty Fleetpaw, that's your birthday sonnet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Well, I couldn't think of anything more meaningful to contribute to your possibly heavy stack of presents. (I could give you a chinese bible but...) So for your birthday, I give you a certain gift of time, effort and lameness(some people think it flows out naturally from me, trust me, it takes a little hard work).

I give you your very own birthday sonnet. it's not exactly shakespeare, but take what you can get huh? God bless my hare-y *laughs* buddy.

From Itchypaw.

Message from Heaven

2009-03-13T18:13:00.004+08:00

Some things in life are bad
and they really make you mad.
It makes you want to shout out for your dad.

The clock bell strikes with a Ding
and you see all them queueing
with three guitars to give you a beating.

And... Don't just give me a 'sian' look my friend...
just because this isn't the final end...
bad times it's yourself that you want to hang...
So endure your pain just like a man...

When you fall down a steep slope
and cling on to some desperate hope
with your screw-ups you just cannot cope.

When your worlds just all cave in
and footballs you keep missin'
you wished you could have just slept in

The frothing beast called Anger
in your life it is a big hurdle
rises, turns your insides to curdle

And...Kick back and relax a little friend...
Don't be so hasty to get to your end...
When you're pressured to your certain death...
Just before you draw your terminal breath...

When things are jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
That God gave you the only Son he had
So give us all a little grin
and forget all your past sin.
He died to save you from a certain Death.

And... kick back and relax a little friend...
You don't have a life that's hard to mend...
at least your life's ain't got much of a dent...
that you have to live in the S-bend... [S is for 'siao']

At least you shot two hoops
and you had a little whoop
compared to it, so what's a little poop?

So come on man cheer up!
At least you have the Father, Spirit, Son.
It's worse at the pit you know!

Three Sonnets

2009-03-05T20:06:00.004+08:00

I
There she goes, strolling through the war-torn field,
arrayed in purple and scarlet colour.
Long alluring, seducing eyelashes
while her eyes are painted glittering green.
her dress hugs her curves well and her bosom
reveals, a hint of her audacity.
You are drawn to her like a hungry dog
and lower your guard to your mon cherie.
Pain erupts at your chest staining it red.
She backstabs you with gossip and malice.
The light in your eyes stolen by treason.
Your faltering lips start to accuse her,
but she kicks you where it counts with great glee
and moves on to her next vampiric meal.

II
Your dying opaque eyes see someone.
a young lady clothed in humble white virtue
Her face shines with strong pure love.
Her head is crowned with twelve lovely stars.
She faces the heavens with a prayer
for you whose life is fading away soon.
Your heavy pants regret the pursuing the
Jezebel, who cloaked disdain with amity.
Your wonder if you could have been better
to the young lady, your friend put aside.
To cherish, concern, comfort or care more.
Your heart loves enough just let her go
to another more worthy of her love.
You are not worthy and must leave in pain.

III
Ten thousand suns do not shine as brightly
as the One you see receiving your soul.
You cry out praise, seeing the ultimate
act of love, who saved you from falling to
despair as he borne your griefs and carried
your sorrows and He bears your iniquities.
This love overwhelms your heart and your soul
and provides comfort from the Jezebel.
Let her come all her sly and dark tools.
She has chosen to set herself up to
mocking any and everything holy.
You are safe in the refuge made for you.
In a friendship forged from on high.
In the greatest Love that surpasses all.

Siege

2009-03-02T21:33:00.003+08:00

A giant lies beside a tower
and begin to wondering
at the stars who are too far away.

The lilliputians have now advanced.
They have siege towers
and better ropes
and more arrows too.

They do not look for Guilliver.
BUT war among each other.
So why on earth am I fighting in front of a giant?
What would make that giant
stir. Or perhaps make stir-fried veggies?

I am readied to join battle.
I won't be gone like cattle.
I am hard pressed on every side,
but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not destroyed.

My adversaries are large and excessively
burly and hairy too.
I quake and made chocolate cake
in my pants.
But I knock them down in a frenzy and
danced my way out.

We hack and slash hard
and shoot arrows for a long time
trying to claim ownership of the giant,
Whose saddened eyes are obviously
interested
in the war, but would not involve himself.

Fires are ablaze, scorching tiny ones.
The giant could have put them out with a
sneeze.

So why didn't he?
So why did he just break the siege?
Why do we have to suffer?

The liliputians beg him to join their side,
just turn on his side and squash the infidels
but he is irresposive
as if dead except for the
rising and falling of his chest.

Now, what on earth were we fighting about?
How to crack eggs?

Surpassing

2009-02-20T21:14:00.006+08:00

I stare at the skies

my heart aching

from my own defeats.

How much longer can I erect my own banner

rally my one-man army

by the sheer force of optimism,

that fades when I run out of strength.

I wear masks;

of sorrow, smiles and wisdom

to protect and delude myself

I have nothing but these masks

To make things worse, I am talking to myself.

I am insane.

I stand on the edge of myself and what is beyond me.

Something in me must count.

Something resonates deeply in me,

that I am fearfully and wonderfully made

My spirit won't be snuffed out like this.

It must not be like this.

I discipline my body to fight against my adversary

I prepare my spirit to war against a burglar.

But they always come in ways I do not expect

and whip my behind.

I am

but the moral expectations of the flawed ones

expected acheivements of myself

and the hand given by God to me.

I am cracking under the strain. I can only think.

To surpass this mortal common self

I contemplate the heavens, the compassion

the cold heart, the nature of forgiveness

hypocrisy and damnation. the depths of the unexplainable

the mad chase of wind by man being of apes or man?

the political problems in this world.

Who has gone up to heaven and come down?

Who has gathered up the wind in the hollow of his hands?

Who has wrapped up the waters in his cloak?

Who has established all the ends of the earth?

What is his name, and the name of his son?

Tell me if you know!

Each question jumble up my mind,

till it cannot hold in anymore

the balloon is dangerously filled with too much air

b e f o r e i t e x p l o d e s

taking me along with it into empty oblivion

where we just don't care anymore.

Then there is that poor soul who

jumped into the MRT tracks

or hanged or got stalked or got plain unlucky.

Kick back on my unseen hammock

and while life away

for a little while more

Things aren't that bad when you put

them into perspective,

with a certain pair of eyes.

Wind

2009-02-19T16:50:00.006+08:00

Meandering under the HDB flats
this lone guy sits in his mind
and slowly reviews his day.

Another day full of passion and of wind.
To endure another barrage of mockery
by the same haunting enemy.
They are legion, sniffing for blood.
(of course not actually blood
if they did, they need to go to the blood bank.)
They prime grenades of accusations
shoot falsehoods
and feast on gossip.
It might be better
if they attack the body,
not the spirit

They do not know
They do not feel
They do not understand.
Come to think of it, they are the best hypocrites.
Not bad, being the best and all.

They are a fury of wind, blown
from the north to the south,
spun around by the east and west.
Come to think of it, being blown
in so many directions they can only stay still!

Perhaps you have taken a foolish path
by becoming a marked man
for the things you did not do.
Just because you are different.
They think it strange that you
do not plunge with them into the same
flood of dissipation, and they heap abuse on you.

Perhaps you are thinking too much
You see enemies at every corner.
Shadows whisper of devils
the winds try and stop your hot head
your head is no longer safe.
maybe you need to have it upgraded.
add heat sinks and improve its connectivity.
You are still on dial-up.

The lone guy looks dispassionately
at a bunch of rowdy boys.
Two of them give shouts
and race the wind, circling each other
crying out strange things
their arms are ready to grapple
and they end up in an entangled heap.
There is a sickening crunch.

A pair of bent glasses die on hard concrete.
the lens shattered under the weight
of one too many rear ends.
It made a desperate bid for escape
from an owner who can't see

Things might not be so bad after all.
Once you see them clearly
and let the wind refresh you

***
that's my poem folks. If you got a problem with it, I don't care.

Woe to those who derive pleasure from using mean words which hurt others. You have shown yourself weak by trying to feel worthy. You destroy others by deflating the worth of others. You may feel jusitfied because of your skill, but anyone can have skills, but not everyone can have integrity of heart. You have acquired an important thing, but not what that is most necessary in your life.

Can I help you?

2009-02-11T22:32:00.004+08:00

This is my attempted entry for commonwealth essay competition. Ahh, you see I blog now, but I just happen to be free. I know it's a poem, appreciate it,. it takes lots of work.

Can I help you?
It is a marvelously cloudy day.
The sun is snuffed out by gloomy dark clouds;
dark behemoths prowling above men's heads.
I ride these beasts hunting hell-bound souls
today I am looking for you my friend.
I spotted you like a shark which caught the scent of blood
and swooped down like lightning from the heavens.
You look pale as you lay down on the road.
Curious strangers gather round to see you.
Your head is twisted unnaturally,
resting on a red thick puddle called blood.
You are dead.
You are done with joy and sorrow.
It doesn't matter now to you or me.
I am here to escort you back home, Hell.
But I wonder what is in your mind
Don't worry, I will invite myself in.

I stood on the threshold of your mind,
the abyss of suffering in you,
at the outskirts of your mind called Limbo.

Can I help you?
I see you are grading your life right now.
You scored well and few could point out your errors.
You have seldom been on the naughty list.
yet You look around for heavenly gates,
for the applause of the heavenly hosts.
Nothing happens.
No singing seraphs to usher you in.
I become your unholy Virgil here.
Leading you through the torment in your mind.
Come now, I don't have much time to tarry.
I paid Charon a dollar for this trip.

I am on the rim of the circle of your consciousness.
I can smell rotting hokkien prawn mee.
Something must be disgusting in your soul.
I cannot help myself but taunt you

Can I help you?
You are feasting on garbage greedily.
Your breath is noxious in the very least
and horrid sores form on your tongue and lips.
You ravenously consume anything
the world has to offer to your pleasures.
Your eyes corroded by pornography
and your saliva dripping malice.
You have a stomach full of avarice,
eating over anyone for your gain.
You are chained to me, bound by addiction.
I drag your gluttony into the boat
I descend deeper into the abyss,
into your life, maimed by your own evil.
I hear many loud screams which are your own.
You fear seeing yourself in great torture.
However this I must see for myself.

Can I help you?
You have been chained to a chair with envy.
Then you watch your past over and over again.
In glorious LCD and surround sound.
You are greener with envy on TV,
never better than Tom, Dick, Harry, .
You writhe at your unglamorous misdeeds,
while others outstrip you with unreal ease.
Inwardly, you flinched at your sourness.
Your mouth frothed in anger.
Worms eat away at your acrid insides,
shriveling up from your envy.
You thrash inside the restraints of your seat.
Half of you wants to smash the TV screen
while the other wants to run from it all.
Your heart is devoid of any goodness
as you are engulfed by green envy.
Your face was like a devil sick of sin.
I easily drag your wasted body,
for your self-righteous self to despair at.
It sounded like a zoo on as I descend.
I hurry because Charon is touting.
He has rigged his taxi-meter slyly.
I should ask for free transport as a perk.
But pity Hell has no labour unions.

Can I help you?
You are afraid, I wonder why?
You are guarding your Anger.
It is a magnificent monster.
whose eyes are indiscriminate anger
its paws rend through all your relationships.
Its escape will hurt everyone, including yourself..
It feeds on the frustrations in your heart,
especially when your heart struggles hard,
to carry your burden of suffering.
It is not a friend but your betrayer.
You gladly give it the crop of your pain.
When men mock you and days drag on and on.
A deluges of pain nurtures your rage
Your poor poor poor heart staggers at your strife.
You cannot carry this weight anymore,
then you pass it to this fiendish monster;
who grows strong on this nutritious diet.
You are nervous as it grows day by day.
You cage with society's iron bars;
fear of embarrassment and of disgrace,
fear of ostracism and and loneliness.
These bars cannot hold it for much longer.
Anger's huge roar shakes their foundations.
It rattles hard at the bars of its cages.
Your Anger wants freedom and it won't stop.
Just like many times before, it breaks out,
Just like many times before, it hurts you,
While you my friend are going to break down.
Who is the jailer now? You or it?
You have died in a whirlwind of fury.
Anger has left its mark indelibly.
It will never be caged again by you,
the tired warden is out of a job.

Deeper into the Hell you made in life,
I have chalked up the boat fare in thousands.
I will need to put a claim and complaint.
The Boatman is exploiting consumers.
Charon directs his transport through this mist.
I turn around to see you bent double,
hiding from your impending fall from hope.

Can I help you?
You can't see through the thick fog all around you.
You have become too proud of your own self.
You must be alone and you must succeed,
you must be the best for you are the best.
And your spirit can displace God himself.
You are deluded, your delusion covers your eyes.
You write reports to Milton, Wordsworth and Boey Kim Cheng.
All of them dead though Kim Cheng won't take long.
By then, they are too dead to even care
but You won't accept that this is the end,
when you have your literary genius.
in blank verses, rhetoric and Dante.
You are neither artist nor a writer.
I would like to see you in self-despair
when you have attained self-realization
that all mortals are equal before Death
You are dead yet you are blinded by pride,
shrieking and waving violent fists at me.
Your footing slipped and you fell on the floor.
I pick your pride up with my mighty paw
and cast it before your horrified self.
Can I help you enter paradise now?

I circle around you in bright red tights
and wear a ridiculous horned hood.
I flap my bat-like wings that can't take off
while swinging my useless pitcher fork.
This is a ridiculous uniform;
the tail doesn't even stay on sometimes.

What is the point of your condemnation?
When in life you made your own brand of Hell.

Like a broken docile dog you follow,
herded by the self-satisfied lion,
my colleague, Sin, who crouched at your door,
his head held high and furious with hunger.
Sin had done its job very well indeed.
It desired to have you and you did not master it.
Can I help you? You are beyond help.
You know why you are doomed to Inferno.
You can cry for help and will not get it.
I am here to lead you to the city of woe.
I enter the very center circle,
ready to extract what is left of you
and force-march you to the ancient archway
where these inscriptions stood for a long time.
ABANDON ALL HOPE YOU WHO ENTER HERE
I approach the darkest darkness in you.
To claim any pathetic part of you,
a compound of meanness and avarice
a fury burnt out and pride fallen hard.
You cleverly cloaked with hypocrisy.

Bad choice.

A spear of light had cut through the darkness.
It slain my beastly colleague easily.
I flee for I am no match for ts strength.
Your broken soul was snatched from my dark claws.
The light provided a ladder for you.
Your past shines with every little good deed.
You hungered for righteousness and justice
You were gentle and humbled in spirit.
It gives you strength to scale up the ladder;
From the darkness which is his rightful place.
I won't understand this divine reason.
This would never be called the Inferno.
Dang, I fancied myself to be a poet.
I heard the Light whisper to the mortal,
who labours to climb the final few rungs.
“Can I help you?” the beautiful Light speaks.
I would protest about my copyright.
But I watch as you accept the Light's help
and disappear into glorious light.
All the tools I had failed against this light.
The light that shines in darkness, but darkness cannot overcome it.
I am troubled as I will lose my job;
this already happened twelve times this week.
Maybe I should go for skills upgrading.
Or just change my line of work for the light.
I won't understand why Boss wants them.
We are already overcrowded down there and
the perpetual screaming keeps me awake.
While my visa hasn't expired yet.
I might as well visit the Bahamas.
Lie back on a hammock and watch the stars.

IF YOU WERE TO DIE TONIGHT, WHERE WOULD YOU BE FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY?

2008-11-11T11:15:00.004+08:00

Well, here's a little explaination for my antics on other ppl's chatboards for posting the above question.

Its just some food for thought. Relax and enjoy the mental excercise.

Upheaval

2008-10-27T13:47:00.003+08:00

You have decided to chase down the mysterious author. It had led to a chase spanning the globe and many years.

Finally, you have caught up with him on the peaks of Bukit Timah Hill

He faces you, with a pitying look in his eyes. You shoot back a predatory lookat him.

You clutch the holographic juornal in your hands, the very tool which you used to follow his trail. You work has come to an end.

27 Oct

Upheaval is the word i use.

Promos results came back, I did ok.

But my life is going through and upheaval. Priorites get shifted. So this blog is coming to an end. I doubt I will update much.

This is it people, goodbye.

I have my writing to deal with, and people to love. Anyway, i have been writing my own spiritual walk on a book anyway.

People! If you so stake a claim in your morality, then never, ever forget to love each other, for life minus love is zero. You are just a mist that appears a while, then disappears.

Yes, my friends, you may find it difficult to love people who treat you unfairly. They could bully you, say mean and horrid things to you, push blame to you. You have tolerated it much beyond what your own heart can carry. I can feel your pain too.

Life may also seem very unfair to you. You could have been obese, or physically weak or unintelligent or poor too.

I don't fault you for your anger. I myself have been angry too. Cast your eyes and see, you have it unfair to your advantage for a long time, yet you do not see.

It took an upheaval, not in my life, but the lives of those around me, to realize how powerfully spared I was from pain.

So i'm going on a journey, this blog won't help me much, but I'll see what I can do to help you, if you want me to.

He who refreshes others, will himself be refreshed.

Woe to those who derive pleasure from using mean words which hurt others. You have shown yourself weak by trying to grab power for yourself. You destroy others by deflating the worth of others. You may feel jusitfied because of your skill, but anyone can have skills, but not everyone can have integrity of heart. You have acquired an important thing, but not what that is most necessary in your life.

Okay people, this is it.

See you soon.

Choice

2008-10-05T22:18:00.002+08:00

You stand at crossroads, between chasing after an enigmatic target or just plain simply giving up as your clients have expressed an interest not to pursue that man no more. Was it a good enough thing?

Howdy ho people. It's been more than two weeks since I last posted. It was necessary. I had examinations. So I had to study.

The exams are okay I guess.

Anyway, I think this blog might be gg. I don't really want to update this. But still must go on! '

Well. Recounting this crazy few weeks. It was pure exams then I had R&R after that so that explains why i din't update the blog.

Beat Arthur and Aaron at billiards when they shot in the black ball at the wrong place and time. It was funny.

P.S Guys from my class, you may be reading this now and contest the statements inside this blog. This is my answer. [displays a pig's rear]

heh heh. I've beome quite a little vicious. I don't like it, it doesn't tally with my own values. To grasp the twin virtues of Love and truth.

Well. I wil not make it sometimes, because there will be things that will casue both the values to collide.

If Man does not stick something greater than himself, his life is only as cheap as a beast.[Pardon the speciesm, PETA.]

WEll, back to the events of the day. there was this all boys camp in JJ for us to participate in, which was a NS prep talk. I will not go into the specifics, for I will make no admissions on anything. Someone remarked that why not an all-girl's camp? Then i heard another interesting response to that that al they would do is to talk all night, have a slumber party and paint each other's nails. Heh Heh. No offense to the highly enthusiatic feminists.

Well. this is it folks. As you can see, this is a rather self-controlled blog. Look guys, i'm not against freedom of expression, but we must comprehend that our freedom is a chain of responsibility. If we can say nothing good, we might as well as say nothing at all. I must chastise other netizens who hide behind an online persona that he uses it to 'flame' people. Sure, you may seem to be right in flaming a certain person, but are you really doing the right thing?

Do you understand the peculiar and unique circumstances behind everything before you begin typing or saying what that is bad about a person?

So don't do this. We often despair that the world is far too destroyed. Well, it is, but it doesn't mean we don't try and give a 110% to love each other.

Often the most complex of problems of this world has the simplest answer but because we love evil so much that the simple answer is unattainable.

Look around you. Our culture is not so much for encouraging each other, but to serve our ego first by putting each other down. It feels fun. As fun as the thrill of falling down a cliff yourself when you try and push a fellah off.

I appeal to you. We are good men and women. We can change our miserable existence, if we try and do all we can to do good.

Holidays...In a nutshell

2008-09-07T20:42:00.002+08:00

You take a break from the chase...

7 Sept

Well, its been quite a long time since my first post. Anyway, the holidays have gone and past.

I got a new laptop. Its small and light and very cheap. Impressive. I can do my typing anywhere now.

It was a slack week rather. I only did work on four days this week.

Weds I played billard with Thaddeus and Aaron Wee. I beat Aaron because that he hit the black ball [not as the last ball] in by accident. Well, i supposed it helps that they gave me chance, seeing that it was my first game. Thaddeus owned us all. Heh heh, it was funny, not just the game, but also the trip there as well. I got lost. Everyone got confused. Yay!

Promos coming up. I tell you it almost reminded me of a song.

Yes that's right, wake me up when september ends.

What's that, you want a joke?

knock knock.

who's there.

you

you who?

you are the joke.

hahaha...

if anyone wonders why this post is so short, well, the squirrels ate the nut and left the nutshell.

Okay. I'm ill today, so I can't type much. I barely could move around. But i'm better. Hopefully.

Xingyu's Dragon Slaying Chronicles has ended with the Dragon's demise... or has it?

You know. Its kinda funny when a guy once looked at my blog and named me something along the lines of a flirt. Weeeeee... Well. he saw the links to zoe, cherie, melissa. And that funny guy reckoned that Sze Hui will be next. Well. What can i say? Some boys are more blessed than others. Weeeeeee.....

Okay. That's all folks.

A week vs a day

2008-08-31T18:57:00.003+08:00

You look at that holographic journal you hold, seeing that you can't crack into its stored memories and you need those memory chips to activate them, so theorectically its author would only tell you what he wants to tell you and only the author's chips would work. you heart thumps as you realize there is some other way to gain leverage over the elusive author you were tracking.
Well, what if you transfer its unique file acceptance signature to a sensor with GPS, so you could track the trail of the author.

Excited, you did that and volia. you see something.

An eye. NOW YOU DIE!

AUG #!31

haha. that was good wasn't it?
[laugh... or i give you that evil eye again. Muahaha.]

That's better.

Anyway, I'm in a flamboyant mood today.

Well. it was one week that got me down, but barely a few hours, my spirits were lifted high up.

Lemme recount the tragedy and triumph in a sonnet.

t'was a sad week t'was, of goliaths
that trampled me with great pain and sorrows
t'was a sad week t'was, of menaces
that flamed my heart with anger
t'was a sad week t'was, of temptation
my fortresses were riddled with cannonball holes.
my gate long rammed down
i was drowning in my pain i was.
It was thick and all blocking.
It would not lift like most fog.
But Your hand of help erect me tall.
What can i do but say blessed be your name.

okay, it is technically not a sonnet. Who cares! My feet jumps high becasue i live in the Promise. Of not just forgiveness, and also life abundantly.

Ever watch Facing the Giants? My shepherd say its a dem fine show. No, not the Shepherd. but the shepherd of the cell. I dare say it is. Don't care about the critics. Heck, their job is secure if they make a bad comment about anything.

IT was a sad week. I guess. Temptations overrode my resolves. My thougths were animalistic. Primal. [no offence to the animals]The days were just simply bad.

Nothing was going well. not PW, not studying, not anything.

On Friday[which happens to be teacher's day], it was the last straw. I was angry enough to kill someone. That was quite brutish of me.

So I stuck myself home and channeled by energy to playing games.

Suddenly I realise I got a gaming addiction. Yes, it's that bad.

So I'm going on a one week journey with my Lord. I pray that he would walk with me out of this one.

But you know what? God has a way for turning things around. He can turn your sorrow into serenades. Saturday, was the turning point for my emotions.

well. I was very down. then out of nowhere. one guy prayed with me about my problems.

I dunno about this. but i feel that God is lifting up the weight of my sorrows, so that i only stand in its shadows.

WE have got a good and loving God.

IF you go to him, that is.

Crazy week

2008-08-25T20:55:00.003+08:00

Well. It was a crazy week. Time and again, you barged into many houses, only to find the author of this holographic journal you hold, gone.

Well. it was a crazy week. There was 4 birthdays to celebrate. First was jiamin's and fatin's birthdays....[What.... it's a good thing.. turning 17...rit?]

No. ppl, that's not one of them. Its a very good friend called Bryan. He thinks my handphone's wallpaper need upgrading. With this. Tell me... what do you think of this?

IN the final episode of Xingyu Sa Long Ji[Xingyu's dragon slaying chronicles]
Xingyu realises the futility of armed combat against the dragon. INstead, he gives the dragon a lollipop as a peace offering. The Dragon greedliy swallows it, not knowing that it was laced with potent poisons while Xingyu escapes, chuckling manically at the genius simplicity of the plan.
[FYI: Its not a lollipop. Its the ball that the dragon dance uses.]

Our SYF drama teacher brought us to his place for a treat due to our contributions in the SYF. This is his handsome car. The Yellow Peril. In my opinion, any car that rams you hard enough is peril enough. No need to call it one. HAhaha....

Then we celebrated Angela's birthday there. She turned 20.

Then the very next day, the family celebrated my father's birthday. He turned 45.
Then at chruch, we celebrated Zhonghua's Birthday. He turned 23.

well... we scuppered him real good eh? Him in a gummy sack. Then we took him around the church. Even met the pastor. All's for good cheer! NO one could walk away not laughing. Well. I kenna cake smashed into my face. thanks to Zhonghua and Edwin. but its a different picture for a different time. IT WAS FUNNY.

Cell group photo. Nice. Look at me, i'm promoting for seasons. Their revenue would have a tremendous boost.
[Audience: "in the opposite direction you bloody fool!"]

Alrighty. Who said that? Lemme hamtam that guy. I learnt taekwondo and wushu. Wooo.
[crashes out of a window from a fifty storey building]

Alrighty. That's all folks. Go home!

Well...Bad Week

2008-08-18T20:33:00.003+08:00

You barge into the house, only to find stacks of papers, on closer look, they appear to be exam papers. Bizzare.

You know, the last week, I celebrated Thaddeus's birthday. Twice.

One was with the class, the other was with my church people who were his friends.

Saw Jia Rong at the second one. Still the same. The smart guy is in NJ. Playing tennis. I wonder if he knew Muneeb?

We had dinner somewhere[with the church ppl] and guess what i saw? on the menu,

Frog Legs...stir fried flogs.

Yes, i would like one very much ma'am. Dip the whip into burning oil. Make sure its a legionaires' whip, its a beautiful torture tool with hooks on it to tear out flesh. Yup. I want stir fried flogs. Heck, i love stir fried flogs. lmao! IT WAS FUNNY.

Played frisbee. I have did some of the strangest thing around. To avoid being blocked, I crab-walked

move left move right, even had the pincers. Everyone was laughing too hard to concentrate. I wonder. It lifted my spirits up.

But, it happened when my morale is at its lowest. It was that GP thing. Got poor marks. Sampan( its a form of boat) is leaking. The teacher annouced to the class we might not be able to do well. Sampan having holes. Then History, bare pass. Sampan having holes and in a stormy sea.

My morale sank like that Sampan. Fast.

That birthday was a very welcome event. like refreshing water. Amazing miracles of life which we sometimes overlook. A bus which happens to be there when you are frantic to get home.

Way to go for optimism. Anyway, the popularity of the tagboard is encouraging

That's all for today. Thank you and have a nice day.

Note to self, write a note to self.

2008-08-10T23:15:00.004+08:00

You hurry on a pursuit after your mystery prey for close to a few weeks. You tracked down a motel he lived in. But as you burst in, you find it empty. Too empty. On the bed, there was another black chip, with another taunting handwritten note. Note to self. Got to get that dumbass killed.

Note to self. Kill myself ASAP!

Painful morning, I woke up with a searing sore throat. I can eat, but when i'm doing anything, it hurts. Like hell.

Arggg. I conducted some business and it was bloody. I'm getting old. Think that I will get shit and blood. Never thought so, until today.

Yes. I shit. I bleed. It hurts. Like hell.

Whaaaaatttt. It huuuuurrrrrtssss you know.

Well, I've been on many events, one is the school prize presentation for jokers like me who won prizes based on academic achievements. I won the literature prize. Well... it ain't no nobel prize.

Then we had a student leaders swearing in. I felt like swearing.[It IS funny. LAUGH.] I became the group of people i never really liked at all. Irony Irony Irony

Then they gave us some weird cake for national day. I'm so sorry... I'm not a nationalist! SO I ATE THE FLAG! I CHOMP MY COUNTRY'S FLAG!

It was kinda tasty you know. Muhahaha.

Then as a class[sort of] we went to sentosa. It was weird. I never got around to buying ketchup. Neither was there any hot girls. [what's the link you moron?] What's the link? well, i could use the ketchup to fake a nosebleed. [or I can use my bleeding a**]

Well, the teacher came along.We played. Foreigners mistook us for ping pong players. Typical Typical Typical. Foreigner tackled Arthur for a bet. Typical Typical Typical Teenagers. Then people discussed about psychobabble of attraction. Apparently girls touch their hair when they are attracted to guys. And guys will always want to talk to girls if they are attracted to the girl.

Only one problem. WHAT IF THEY WERE GAY? heh heh. My opinion on this? As reliable as the weather forecast. The human behavior is a complex mathematical equation with too many variables. Shift one variable, it changes your answer dramatically. Only one person knows that equation. And it is as sure as hell not me.

Then the second problem. ME. I know about this. But will I act on this to confuse people? Definitely yes. Hoo hoo hoo ha ha ha! DO I talk lots to people? YES! and to guys and girls!

ON a more serious tone, this pain on my physical body makes me really yearn to go home. Well, I suppose it helps that most of my dreams involve me dying or me dead already or me doing wierd stuff or me not there at all.

Well... I been thinking, what to do about the living when I'm dead? Okay guys, if any of you appear on my coffin, be sure to make some jokes and sing "Oh He's a jolly old fellow". At least I laugh to my grave. or ashes. or urn.

Don't give my comics to my brother. He never bought one. Give him the inspirational books. [*conspiratorial whisper]

IF ITS ABOUT my love life... Well... if i die, it won't matter. you know why? Cause i'll be dead! Hoo ha ha ha.

To my friends. Well, don't do that dung about wailing and calling me to come back. I guess, I'll be quite annoyed to have to sneak out of heaven because a buddy was wailing. [trust me i might be floating over your bed and say: "Hey don't emo leh". Imagine that.]

Be in peace with each other. Love each other. We don't have very long with each other to hate each other to whatever extent. Let's face it, in the end, we are too dead to care if we hate each other or not!

If there's any outstanding work... I'm sorry. I'm too dead to do it!

Things start changing

2008-07-28T15:34:00.004+08:00

Things start changing. You have recived a creepy message while you were asleep in your room. it had a black chip enclosed and an unsigned message, "Catch me if you can"

Well, it was a strange and crazy week. Wushu performed for racial harmony and I wore this. People were allowed to wear the costumes but not many wore. Funnily enough chemistry class there is two excluding me!

That's Me and Melissa ;)

Me and Sangeetha. I kinda freaked when she did the v sign and copied her wushu style!

Dang, I look kinda cool!

I kinda got struck by an idea and been holding on to it. Hmm. You know, no one really believes that I don't like someone. This explains why through my secondary school years and now, they have been speculating who I really liked. Is that something in my face that's why? Haha

Half the class think I like Cherie, the other half thinks I like Zoe. Actually its not really half, but those who have an opinion are saying this. Hmn. Why can't they just think that I happen to be so ultra charming that both likes me! HAHA!

[jumps around in laughter]

Well... Some speculate I'm gay. That's what I AM! GAY = HAPPY!

I'm GAY (the happy one)

[this scenario has turned retarded so the channel muted this program until the anchorman gets himself together]

Seriously, dudes, I like someone already and my heart is buried with that person. And I won't tell and I won't know! C'mon say awwww

[say awwww. Not very difficult. just open your mouth]

[I really mean it. Please say it]

[please?]

lmao. enough bad jokes.

Anyway on a serious note, a friend told me the importance of sharing Christ. You could be the chosen one. Or its your call[1800 C-A-L-L-4-G-O-D. lmao]

But let's just face it, would you like to see people who are your family and your friends burn in Hell?

Do you have the conviction to want to save them and tell them of the Saviour's love?

Am I cowering behind the fear of what will people think? Did it stop me?

Ow... too much hard questions. I'm off to drink water.

In hindsight

2008-07-20T22:20:00.002+08:00

Lying in a lumpy bed, you wonder, now in hindsight if this chase was still worth it?

This was an unbearably stressful week, but in hindsight, it wasn't that bad. After all, if you are good enuff, i s'pose you neeed not worry too much.

Anyway, i suppose in oneway or another, adults feel contemptible of their past selves, their youthful selves, so they try and live through us, making sure we don't make their mistakes. And lo and behold. We become them. I heard it, children spending excessively, strangely enough, that's what their parents said too.

I think my so-called mental growth seems retarded. My mother began talking about boy-girl relationship. I can't really help it if I'm too charming. Lmao, sorry just kidding. But you can't deny I've got an electric personality.
[zap! smouldering remains of xingyu]

Zhonghua's off to China, I suspect he would leave a bit of himself back there. I think he knows it too. It is irreversible, just like salvation. Might be for good or for the worse. Well, i don't really want to think much, I'll go drink water.

I've got no pics this week. Wushu's performance is quite soon. I get the feeling of closing walls. Plus it coincided with the chem common test i need to study for. I didn't. Not enough time.

In hindsight, many things we do seem a little stupid, but let's just face it, what else could we have done, given the tension? Think? Don't make me laugh.
[giggles]

I'm a little on the nutty side.

Hope

2008-07-12T23:21:00.005+08:00

You get into your vehicle and pursued the author whom you were tasked to find and inform your client. You have hope of finding him. No problem.

12 July

Crazy eh? Time has really went by. More than half the year has went by. I didn't really regret much of my life. Weird things have happened in my block.

Its so dark, some people wanted candles. You can see how it 'lights up' the whole block.

Weird things also happened in my life. It's not enough that people speculate about my feelings like they do to stocks(they CAN be quite funny). I've been declared a sister by some girls. -.-" People have no respect for an old man. lmao.

Everyone's strangely stressed over the Chemistry test, turned out to be so easy that my H1 class got stunned. So was I. But then again, like my old teacher said, the pro students will handle a test anytime, be it a day or a year's time. The weak students would not be able to handle a test, no matter if they had ten years of preparation.

This Saturday we had the nubian gents and feminine five in the church. They were a group who uses dance and song to praise and worship. It was cool. They had cool clickey movements, slick dance movements, some 14 year old girls who sings like a soprano and a little song that was too garbled for me. Not bad, I saw Pearlyn and Charmaine around, invited by Sangeetha. I had about as dangerously told Pearlyn to have more sleep as good old Edwin put himself here.

Yup that's him. Monkey blood runs in him. Fearless to the point of reckless and being skillful. I am that, without the skill part. I concede that I'm not skillful, except in lameness.
Anyway, I suspected that Pearlyn put on some gothic black thingy over her eyes. Well, some boys can't behave themselves when they are around girls. I think I'm one of them. I told her to get more sleep got she got black rings. She looked at me like I was an idiot. I was tactless alright. Haha. Ken lives dangerously.

Anyway, we went over to Muxin's house to celebrate, his,Xiaoye and ShiPing's birthday. All of them falling in month of July. We lay on some field and formed some words for Xiaoye. We followed Muxin to his house till Edwin drenched him in water. Beautiful. He did not expect that.

Xingyu Dragon-Slaying Chronicles episode 3. After many failed attempts to fight the vicious dragon. He takes a wooden stick to it and lets out a warcry. Sidesteppinga blast of fire, he leaps to the air with amazing dexterity to attempt to land a powerful blow to his ferocious enemy. Will he succeed? Or will he be eaten by the dragon? Stay tuned.

I read a book by Max Lucado called Travelling Light. Nice book. The Lord is my Shepard...I will fear no evil. I could feel power in such words. Such reviving hope. Zhonghua lent it to me. He's going to China for mission trip in earthquake area on monday. Needless to say, keep him in prayers. May he speak well in chinese and tell good chinese jokes too.

It has begun

2008-07-06T21:30:00.003+08:00

It has begun. Both hunter and prey are acutely aware of each other now. you have hunted this elusive author of the holographic journal you hold over a great distance. In a confrontation, you have tussled with him and now, the chase is on.

6 July

Well, this is it. the beginning of many things. The week was a really bad one. It started off with a bit of violence, then a bit of disappointment then a bit of stress, followed by a bit of stress once more and a bit of depression.

Well, I can't deny I've been anticipating this, the first of my troubles as a believer in Christ. That's the violence involved and let's face it, telling you would not help at all.

Then I received disappointing results for my exams, which I should have done better for, I supposed I was distracted, but then again the strong will be the strong in spite of what state of mind they are in. Then it was the stress for preparing for the end of July wushu thing[that's why there's no Xing Yu Dragon Slaying Chronicles] Then we had History Common Test which was stressful. Then cell group people got a little trouble here and there. Someone's relative was admitted to hospital.

Sounds depressing and is very draining, this emotional roller coaster which I am on. Felt like getting a cigar to smoke, but I got the better alternative, I brought a lollipop and chewed on the stick. Way to tell your grandchildren how to deal with stress. Then again, I supposed, like what someone told me for young adults, things do not seem as bad as they appear, let's face it, you contemplate suicide when you fall out with a friend? Maybe that's why we really go emo and swing to really high when things happen. Often, what we feel do not actually reflect the situation itself. Lemme confirm that it is not from me. IT IS FROM SOMEONE ELSE.

But still it was draining and I feel like this.

Even in the state of feeling drained I have lady-killer looks. :)

But there's still something that sustains my spirit. We prayed for the person whose relative is in ICU.[I don't name the person for privacy purposes] Hours later, that person received a call, the relative was well and was eating bread.

There is no title for this entry.

2008-06-29T10:57:00.003+08:00

You , after having found the author of the juournal, found his motives rather strange, why was he so panicky? Its not as if he cheated an insurance company which your client who tasked you to find him was not. You ponder where he might have gone

29 June

Well, I couldn't do this blog all week. Too busy. Anyway, its not a really busy week, but a really draining one. Emotionally. I felt like going nuclear anytime.

Trying to help people get along is getting a little harder than I expect. I'm not supposed to do this job! But still, I dislike hostility and so I stick my head.
[guliotine chop]

Yup, that's how stressful it is, helping people. Whoever said it is refreshing is out of their mind. Or they don't deal with seeing the implications of one's interference.

Anyway, yesterday I had three separate dreams in one sleep. Its kinda interesting how dreams end up and how they might be an indicator of one's personality. My first dream saw me seeing some of my friends in their future (i don't remember who), some were married, some were rich. And I was left behind because I was comatose. Hmn. So much to divine eh? Then... I forgot about the second one, it had a blue shirt that's all. then I felt someone sitting on my bed and i paraphased from Gandalf and it was in my sleep.
"I am the servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor, The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udûn YOU...SHALL NOT...PASS!!!"

Well, I think I should stop watching too much Lord of The Rings. Yup and watch more The Simpsons.
[d'oh!]

Anyway, the highlight of the week was really wushu.

Sweet eh? Wushu can be cool you know?

That's me and Zihang, locked in mortal combat.

And introducing Xing Yu Sa Long Ji [Xing Yu Dragon-slaying Chronicles]

Heh Heh...

Amazing...

2008-06-15T10:17:00.002+08:00

You arrived at another of his safehouses, a penthouse in a cheap aparatment block. Silently you enter a darkened room. You see two pupils staring back at you. He cried out a curse. You stretch your hand out to catch him. For who else can he be but the author of the holographic journal you have tried to track. You felt the breeze of the punch aimed at your head as you sidestepped and lowering your center of gravity, you give your assailant a hard shove with your uninjured arm. He falls to the ground and you realise you made a bad mistake. He quickly sweeps your legs and you fall on your injured arm. Luckily the cast was strong, but you feel a strong pressure of pain on that. With your eyes watering, you see that he quickly made his escape, but he had dropped a black chip. Crawling centimeter by centimeter on your stomach with your hand throbbing, your hand clasped over the chip with a death-grip.

15 June

Yesterday was the amazing race held by the church as we romped around Singapore to do stuff in groups. It was nothing short of amazing. they gave us clues to decipher so we went to Clementi Woods first and did the slider first. It was a piece of canvas which was put on a slop which people had to scale, without running. They poured starch and water to make it slippery. I tried, but my hand(injured) could hardly gain enough strength and i stepped on someone's shoulders, I slipped and slid under one person and most unfortunatelymy rear connected to Joey's face like in Kungfu Panda according to one observer. Then it hurt too much I I had to be taken out of the game. So we had to get many people across, which had some of the coolest stunts involved when almost parachute style, Zhong Hua asked everyone to hold him by the legs at the top while he gripped Muxin's hands and they pulled. Next was the caterpillar walk and some blindman guiding thing. Then we moved over to Vivocity and were given some words in other languages to find out and take pics. Next was in Kallang, where the team had to send representatives to kayak to some people, and store water with their mouths to spit in the bottle. Then we had to constuct a crude shelter against water poured on the canvas, so that none of us inside got wet. Then we went to a WW2 memorial near Bt Timah and listened to a story, if you got wrong answer, you get an ingredient added to your biscuit that you must eat. Also there, we had to spin around and dip our hands into a flour and water mix to get out a green pebble. Kudos to Anyu for getting it. I have a tendency for spinning games to walk like a drunk man. then we went over to IMM and found a soldier guy to buy something with...

50 cents

Yup and that made us fifth place, although no prize, but that's good enough, out of forty teams. It was fun. And tiring.

I dunno why reading some people's blogs, they are feeling a little down. I worry for them. Anyway, yesterday, I had some very weird dreams, for once, it was watching how people interact.

I'm getting very irritated with my life, not really about people, but with my own demons. They are very annoying. Have you ever gotten that leap into the future you see outrageous things happen? I saw someone I know quarrel with a resturant staff. I pushed down my evil thoughts. Then I saw myself lifting the resturant staff by the cuff and my face contorted, my other arm apparently better, readying itself for a deadly strike. It was scary. It happened quite alot in my waking life, those fantasies of power battled by the sense of morality. Morality tends to win.

I'm feeling pensive over living or dying. It feels better to die, so that those demons stop showing me how I should have done something spectacular. Yes, spectacularly evil. Carnage. Devastation. Shock. Impressive things. And yet not so. Yet, where's the fun in dying suddenly? But these thoughts strike very often, like someone out there is trying very hard to push me over the edge. Well, i only got this.

[pulls down his pants to moon that guy]

Heh heh... So if you ever see me in deep thinking, its usually the struggling between both fantasy and cynism or morality vs evil. Be sure to snap me out of it. It gets annoying to be trapped by unproductive, strange, evil thoughts.

A real busy hols

2008-06-11T21:36:00.003+08:00

You were tracking a person and your only clue to finding him is his holographic journal, a black book which gives out entries upon meeting certain bizzare events or a black memory chip. It has been a very long time when you were tracking him, but your employers pay you very well for it. But still, you cannot keep chasing an elusive shadow.

11 June

Well, well, its been a very long time. Well, I was busy making computer games for my porject work and it takes a long time, even with templates in place.

Anyway, a couple of strange events. Apparently, I'm president of wushu club. Its strange and has a strange sting about it, being the president of four people. Well, the after the first day of presidency, the boys in the club lapsed into sheer idiocy. Very fun idiocy at that.
That's me, doing stupid stunts even with an injured arm. Haha.
(Watch me slay the lifeless, cardboard dragon! Woohoo, ain't I brave?)

That's the logistics dude, Zihang

Well, it was after training and we just had a little fun.

So, there's really nothing much to say now, my homework's all done. I finished the game as well as the homework allocated. So it's revising time =)

Anyway, its kinda funny in a way, when I read this TIME magazine about the US military using antidepressants to alleviate post-traumatic stress disorder. I dunno why, I can't exactly say I connect fully with that feeling of seeing someone die in front of you, but even I felt snatches of that.

I dunno, I feel a little off. Like its supposed to be new, but I feel a sense of like I did it already. I dunno, it might be the dreams I have that enable me to experience life ahead. I don't like my dreams. They are never sweet. Either they are queer or they are nightmares, the first being more of the case. But still... On the bright side, I know what the heebees i felt are. But i won't share them. You know what it is when it comes.

Anyway, thats all for now, shoo!

After the pain

2008-05-28T20:06:00.003+08:00

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

2008-05-23T09:04:00.005+08:00

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

2008-05-21T20:53:00.001+08:00

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!

2008-05-19T12:54:00.003+08:00

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

2008-05-14T17:40:00.005+08:00

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

2008-05-12T20:52:00.002+08:00

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

2008-05-11T20:56:00.002+08:00

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

2008-05-07T20:55:00.005+08:00

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

2008-05-06T20:03:00.002+08:00

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

2008-05-04T18:06:00.005+08:00

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]

Routine, comfortable, easy and irritating at times

2008-04-30T20:11:00.002+08:00

You reviewed your progress in this investigative work. You were alerted of this author being missing by a mystery client who paid a sizeable amount of money into your bank account and told you to find this man. You tried to find out about this mystery client but nothing appeared. you find that the author you were finding was a near equal enigma, you find that he is also a big blank too. You went to the author's official residence and it was there you found a lead about the author. His holographic journal. Now, you have chased one lead after another, you have been informed that this author has many properties even those around the world and presently, you are headed for one in your vehicle which you set on auto-pilot. You peruse another entry

1 May

May beckons. Today is labour day, it is why I could speak. Anyway, i suspect blogging at more than once per week is a little too much. I suspect I may have to cut down soon.

While I munch on some delectable grapes, it kinda reminded me of rising food prices now around the world.
Price of rice shooting up. The asia's poor hard-pressed to cope.
Then I open my economics textbook to study, I see the case study of European Union's agriculture price controls to ensure farmers do not suffer from fluctuations in price of food. They get over-production.
Open TIME magazine; the negative impact of growing corn for biofuel industry.
The urging of the school administration for over-zealous students not to throw birthday cakes for (obviously) birthdays.
At the same time, a charity-cum-logo design competition with World Vision(Christian charity organization to feed the hungry) was in the school too.

I think there should be a kinda twisted irony or someone up there is giving mixed signals. Either that or I'm on the entirely wrong channel. Or it could be a simple fact of just don't play with your food.

You know, its kinda routine now, for me to whine. I HAVE NOT ENOUGH HOMEWORK!
[Murderous students behind him]

heh heh. I was speaking to Zoe over MSN and she had this to say about my entries.
"So young and so untender?"

To rip off my good friend Loo Zhen Hao: "Aiyahhhh, Children nowadays." After all, I'm not very young, but to finish that rip off from King Lear, this is what I must rip off and slightly disfigure.
"So young, madam, and true."

Haw Haw Haw.

My brother got a strange swelling of the gums. No, people, its not scurvy. Well, if it were, it would be funny too. Anyway, he is in real discomfort. I pray he gets well soon, because its his exams soon.

In conclusion, the end.

It's about life

2008-04-29T20:22:00.002+08:00

Your associate proves to be a capable one, you get a list of properties of the missing author of the holographic journal you were tasked to find. The nearest one was an awfully long way off. You pack for a couple of days and you get into your vehicle, you input coordinates of the nearest property to the vehicle's computer and the engine hums and your vehicle zooms off. You reclined the chair and begin to read the next entry of his journal.

29 April

April goes off soon. Project Work would move off to the next stage. I can hear the Jaws music.
[Author was swimming, he does's notice the black fins behind]

Anyway, two days ago, the whole extended family converged upon an aunt's house to celebrate my grandmother's birthday.

What do you expect me to say? Some insanely emotional speech? Some abstract philosophical thinking for happiness?

Naw. I won't say that. I just say its was a birthday worth going to(no, not just becasue of the food). What else could you expect? What else could I hope for? What else could I say?

I ain't gonna have me grandma for a long time. That I know. Live like I'm dying tomorrow. What makes you think I don't know that? I dun think I'm nutty to say I love me grandmother to ends of earth etc. etc. Neither would I be ultra-nostalgic. The past is worth for two-cents of a gaze into an unreliable crystal-ball. Losing yourself in the past is addictive in its escapism.

Well, you see the next picture, of a mildly attractive person. That's Yong Zhi. he posed for me, when we went to the above event.

His attractiveness pales in comparison to his brother. You look far enough, the brother is the regular good-hearted noble dude whose attractiveness I can describe to its injustice. You see a strangeness in his eyes. Is it the light of contentment graced to him by God? Or was it wisdom in God securing him? Perhaps hope and positive spirit inhabiting behind these pupils? I won't know.

Enough about my brother. Anything it was a funny thing today, Shaun remarked something about fooling me so I fill me blog with something else other than dissing Cherie on my blog.

Curious curious. After all, love is a highly irrational thing yet the most rational thing to do. We had for GP, watched a documentary called "Freedom to Marry", something about homosexuals marriage. I (no offense to people who are those people) just think it ain't love, but rather lust. Anyway, I don't care, its not my place or anyone's place save God to enforce anything. It wasn't particularly useful, it me own opinion for betterment of mankind, seeing that it ain't survivial of the fittest. No reproduction, means the useful genes the person might have passed on would not exist.

But like it was said, God is love, We should either love others or just perish. Without love, we ain't much but a bunch of animals scrabbling around. Maybe we already are.

Nose-tapping

2008-04-27T14:27:00.002+08:00

You sit on your couch, curling yourself as you read this author's holographic journal. You wait for a list of background information on the enigmatic target you now hunt. While you wait, you indulge in the expression of this author's reflections of his life

27 April

Many days have passed since my last entry, I supposed this frenzied entries are in a sense a form of expression of events, kinda like trying to bottle up memories that fade, yellow and distort over time. Its kinda pointless, but I try to do it.

I dunno, too little work for me I guess. Either that or for projects I am damned good at delegation or i'm too underchallenged. I supposed this is some kinda lull before a massacre. People complained about the amount of work they have. I supposed priorities must count[Project mates coming from behind with looks that can kill]

Anyway, for some time since, I fell a curious heaviness slung across my back, like a kinda plank, I turn around to touch it, only to find that its my bag.

You know, guilt trips are kinda funny things. Already, I felt so bad for delegating work to Jia Min, she worked till 1am to complete econs stuff. It was kinda sad. she was hysterical. when she send back the thing, I had to viciously edit it and type out the script all in a morning's work. I felt very sad.

But why was I so ungentlemanly as to do such a thing to someone who could tear me apart and who has a boyfriend that outweighed, outgrown, outmuscled me. Hey! I had to do SYF thing too. It was ridiculous, after a lull in practice, I found myself stumbling with the words.

Anyway, Cherie herself mentioned something about the disparaging remark I made when I called her the paperazzi and she now knocks me over my head with my bollocks in her blog. Grr.

C'mon, it was justifiable. I found her doing this. -.-

I do a little nose-tapping, wondering if it's a good thing after all. We have a kinda dead man's zone between us. We snipe at each other, trying to take down each other by a couple of notches. I told her in her face that she was selfish, and she cannot think on the big picture.

I tap my nose again. Was I too harsh? It was after all the truth. But I never do this to anyone else but my brother. Now now, people, dun you get any false ideas.

Maybe because I subconciously don't fear the silly girl, cos unlike Jiamin, Hui Lin or Zoe, she ain't got a guy to hamtam me. She ain't very tall either like Hui Qi[not the one in my secondary school, but junior college]

Then this contemplation shakes me, what if what comes out of my mouth is in a way a reflection of my inner demons.

I think, nose-tapping with random thinking for bits of plot in the book i'm planning to write is fun. All I got is alternating between book 1 and book 5. -.-

I'm sticking to me stance. I'm seeing it as I go.

Ah well, God be with you people. While you can, pray for others, while it may seem ridiculous to you, but... you never know.

To educate thee

2008-04-24T21:35:00.005+08:00

You notice the erratic pattern in frequency of entries and you fear that the trail leading you to the missing author would turn cold. But still, you read the boring stuff, stewing on how much you have gleamed from him and his questions in total.

24 April

April is burning away. I miss a friend from my secondary school and the secondary school structure. We would have had pulled a big prank like we did before. It was hilarious. But now, with unfixed classrooms, no partner, I fear my prankster in me wasted away. Instead, a birthday giver is born.
[Long line of people wanting their birthday gifts]

Haha, I probably would laugh at myself a year before for being Santa.
[Santa calls his union becase of foreign Santa]

Another guy's birthday is coming up, but this time round, I'm thinking of something durable, not my previous disasters. Then I had an idea.
[Doomsday music on]

How appropiate eh? Anyway, today was slightly hilarious for SYF drama. I didn't know how it cropped up, but the word blowjob came up and someone didn't know. How lucky. Innocence never lasts. To find it in someone above 16 its rare. Then again, everything is relative. What did I do you ask? No one really wanted to give a straight answer, I just gave it.
['Burn him' someone roars]

Hey! Its the truth! Who knew, the same person told the group maybe that's why there were flavored condoms. I admit it, I didn't know. Whether I care or not its up to you. The things people do nowadays. Tis strange tis strange.
[guy acting as Gloucester chases author for stealing his lines]

You chide me for saying this on a blog? You, hypocrites who whisper perverse fantasy about that? Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me?
[guy acting as Edmund chases author for stealing his lines]

One thing you should learn from it all. From my near-lynched manner, you should learn that disaster comes from the mouth.
[Author opens his mouth, Japan is hit by earthquake, Indonesia is hit by volcanic eruptions, China is hit by droughts, Russia is hit by blizzard, USA is hit by hurricane, Author is hit by an angry mob]

lolz

Crap, I forget everything except to crap.

2008-04-21T21:15:00.002+08:00

You take the train home and to avoid disapproval(and nosiness) of every one, You plug in a wireless earpiece to the journal and began viewing the next entry. With a box of PAGEs safely in your bag, you were ready to begin. However, you forget to switch off the cute yet handsome face of the author from appearing as a hologram but rather on the screen. Many curious looks were cast in your direction; some even muttering maliciously behind your back(you assume). Your face burns as you concentrate on the next entry of this journal's author whom you were tasked to find.

21 April

Today was a rather curious day. I had the strangest feeling of euphoria. Only to find that later, I forgot my tie pin required for assembly.=(

This day seems to be reserved for a let me forget to bring everything day. I forgot my pen(My only one) so I had to buy one =(. Ahh! How could I have been so careless to have forgotten my Chinese homework and history file. So I did the Chinese homework in school breaks while my history lesson, I looked quite dumb for bringing the chemistry file instead. I was freaking out with my unacceptable retardness and unprepareness. Well, I copied from the slides as much as I could for history. But today's history was a killer. Some smart dude decided that we must fill in blanks in the given essay during their presentation to prevent sleepiness. Real smart.

The only catch is, the amount we need to fill in is too excessive. It would be good note-taking practice but its a little too much.[stenographers and reporters disagree] C'mon, every paragraph there is five or six blanks that have sentences to copy down. We could be writing the entire essay!

Today's day was in a very bad taste for me, well, on the bright side, I completed my homework, that's why i could speak with you people. I even forget how to write letters, its kinda funny, my mother asked me how to phrase the letter to ask for a refund for a bill. I was nearly in tears telling her repeatedly how would I know. Its her job, her salary, her company. C'mon, I know teenagers are more empowered nowadays, but its slightly ridiculous.

Then again, forgetting things is an unacceptable thing for me. Although one friend of mine stated that it happens to people alot of times and in even bigger quantity than I do. I agree, no one is perfect save God, so people should be forgiven for the mistakes they make like forgetting. That means not harping on the fact that the person did wrong. We all would say, I never do that. But we have our blindspots, its hard for us to understand we have some traits left to be desired. So if one guy says you have a fault, be pissed with that guy, then forgive the meaness in his words, be friends with him and learn from the fault.

This is too much sidetracking, anyway, its alright if people fail sometimes. But, for myself, I will not forgive myself. For this action is unacceptable for me. My own forgetfulness to do what that is essential is unforgivable. I should not be by standards that accept failings are the way it is.

At least I didn't forget to go to the toilet to crap when I needed to. Yay. -.-"

In a Hindsight

2008-04-20T21:24:00.004+08:00

You leave the psychiatrist's place, carrying holographic journal entries to the author's err... holographic journal. It was an entirely creepy business. The psychiatrist was actually instructed to release the entries to whoever who held the book. The author of the smelly, blood-stained journal you hold by which you hope to find him actually gave that order. It was almost as if he knew you would find him. Chilling.

20 April
Okay, I know i know, I'm a little irregular in posting entries but then again, change is after all the only unchanged thing nowadays. =)

It was taken by Cherie, who is the paparazzi of our class nowadays, she takes even more pics than I do! I took in from her blog. So a recognition in advance.

DISCLAIMER
This picture is taken and owned by Cherie, the handsome?beautiful? human being.No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
[You wonder why there wasn't any retching. Then you realise, it s plausible denialbility]

I suspect its a whimsical fancy of the dude's to stretch his?hers? legs. Well, All's done that the person in the picture is on the roof of the school?warehouse?army barracks? To name the person would be to get the person in trouble, which I would not try to do.

Moving on, I went to ACJC's performing arts centre for SYF drama. It was under construction, the exterior at least. The interior was like a normal theatre. Obviously. The stage is longer than the flat I am currently in. Maybe its because the flat is cluttered. Anyway, it was fun. At least projection had to be louder, steps have to be bigger, and lights were there too. The actors and I were going home, then not very long, I became the King of Anti-Climax! Yay! Every statement I made punctures the atmosphere. I am soo gonna get it from the others. Whoop!

Anyway, moving on the the deeper thinking part now. Don't groan.
[Groans]
[The author groans at wrong statement]
[Everybody leaves the lecture]

Hey! Don't go yet!
[Everybody leaves faster]

...
There's a reason why we find it hard to change ourselves for the better.
Anyway, change is a difficult, disorientating thing to do. I know I know, the saying goes 'the more things change, the more they stay the same', but for the purpose of today's discussion lets just not bring it to play here.
[A smart-aleck exclaims in wonder: Are we even discussing this?]

Okay, change can be anything, big or small, material or immaterial, internal or external. It had been(hopefully) the force to build us to better people. To illustrate this point that was taught to me, a friend volunteered.

In this case, let the change in his exterior be GOOD.

This is him before.

Then after the cell grp dressed him. this was he.

If he just went to his friends, his family and his errr... I dunno what, people would ask him why this change? It would probably lead to two distinct but slightly blurred outcomes. 1st, the skeptical, think-he-is-being-weird mode would be present in people's thinking and more or less put him off[One guy exhuberantly exclaimed his mother won't let him enter the house dressed in these] or his people around him would encourage him, solidfying his faith in that the change he did is good[Which in this event, we assume that it is]

People don't normally react well to change. They dislike it, preferring to stay in comfort of unchanged things. That's why, when we often try and be(telling ourselves on the inside) to be a better man(or for political correctness, woman) often, we don't hear very encouraging words or even feel its effect.

However, much as we can blame others for the inability to change becasue we don't spur each other on etc. etc. etc. but we often forget that change in the inside depends more on ourselves/God's assistance than others and how much do we want that?

Would we go to the extent of going down on our knees for this help like we do in our times of trouble? For we cannot expect to be paid for the apple and yet still eat it.

I ask of you people, mend your speech a little people, lest it may mar the kindness in this world. And of you, how much are you willing to do to be changed for the better?

Bleeding Insane Day

2008-04-17T20:48:00.003+08:00

You just finish a particularly perturbing entry to a holographic journal of a person you were tasked to find. You found a box of entries in the care of his psychiatrist. You have no idea, this has violence, gore and blood. You would find yourself wondering, who are you tracking down?

17 April.

Today was good ole Edwin's birthday!(not the cousin, but the church dude) I say I was quite pleasantly surprised when I utterly forgot about it and my phone rang out the preset alarm in class. Who knew that God would remind me?

Anyway, today it was pretty tense. I wanted to give blood[For the possibility of free donuts]. And I can't make up my mind if I'm arsed about by someone up there or not.

You see, I went to donate during my break. I filled up a form about sickness stuff. Then it was a friggin long queue to the medical officer, who was delayed because a guy fainted after giving blood. I was tense. There was a Chinese language test barely twenty minutes later. I was hopping in tension. After a brief talk, there was a test to see if enough iron was in my blood [strong electromagnet above author and sticks him to it.] Just so you know, it ain't a magnet, c'mon, iron in our blood exists as an ion! A test is just a test, it was to prick my finger and I bled a drop into a chemical. Then I had to go for the Chinese test. Grrr! I was so bleeding close to donating blood and I was bleeding in my finger for it too!

Well, what do know. As there was some talk by military people for people as us guys will be joining the army soon as national service. The teacher just said we could go when we finished the test. Test started around 2.30pm, I finished it in 3.00pm and left to donate. It was a leeway given to me. I wasn't about to get my fingers pricked today for nothing.
Even so, it took another hour till I was settled down. Rar!

I was jabbed twice, once by a small needle, another by a needle to take the blood. And it was bleeding cool. heh heh, I mean it every sense of the word.

I took the picture of the blood. The staff chided me for moving about so much[I was taking pictures!] when I was giving blood. Xuyao happen to also give blood and was next to me. I joked that it bloody hurts. I was chided for talking while giving blood. I was informed that the males who fainted were like this too, strangely enough no girls fainted. So much for male superiority. [A couple of big tough guys were behind the author, too bad for him, he can't afford to lose anymore blood]

Then I got a bandage that made me arm stiff. [The Egyptian Mummies rise from their graves to laugh at such a petty statement]

I drank milo, ate some raisins and got this.

when i went back, people asked if it hurt. I could not resist to exaggerate that it hurt like mad. Soem actually believed.C'mon, how idiotic can you get? I got a couple of iron tablets, but a joke was passed around the guys that it was Viagra. Haha, you give blood, your girlfriend enjoys at night eh?
Hopefully, the teacher would accept the excuse that I couldn't hand in my work early as I feel weak from giving blood.
['Early?" All classmates all give bloody looks]

Ain't it a bleeding insane day?
[End with a bloody knife raised above the author's head]

I gaze out on the open sky. Incomprehensible tears fall

2008-04-16T21:16:00.006+08:00

You visit the psychiatrist's office, the psychiatrist looks at you suspiciously as it was confidential information you wanted the psychiatrist to tell. You are getting irritated by patient confidentiality crap. You were pissed, and in you frustration, you drop the holographic journal of the missing author whom you were tasked to track. The psychiatrist' eyes widen in shock and almost immediately, the psychiatrist produces a box full of PAGEs(Programmable Anamnesis Genetic Encoder), to the holographic journal. All of it were sessions with the psychiatrist, which the psychiatrist described as a paitent who was deeply stressed by something and was obsessed with the psychiatrist taking care of the PAGEs until sometime back when the author stopped showing up and the psychiatirst was asked to release these to anyone who held the holographic journal. Immensely disturbed, you decide to see another entry.

16 April

Today, I was with a group, we were speaking. I feel alien. I have nothing to wish for, while I heard wishes of change among my circle of people.

First of all, in my church's cell group, upheavals were happening in the group member's lives. I won't name them. One had tension within the family, the other had a ill family member, the another one worries over insecure finances. My heart goes out to them, and they would be in my prayers. But I felt as though the protection I was given would falter along with my optimism and this is unfair. I feel that injustice of such a thing would tear my hair out. Why them? I will not stand for suffering.

Then, my brother talk about a queer guy with temper tantrums, upsetting the mood of the class. then I see the parallel in my own class. I feel for the guy man; nobody likes you for what you are comfortable with, pity from people especially serves to inflame you and tear up your pride. Demons from your own past haunts you, you fight them, make sure they never get back the chance to return. the boy turns 'monster' to protect himself.

It was a little bit like what I went through, but people have different demons, different assholes who waved a red cloth so that you would charge, then you charge any idiot who happens to bleed in a finger. Still, that is no excuse for behaving in a vengeful manner. You do that, you are forgiveable for why you act like that, but never forgiveable for the acts you did. It takes a beast to be vicious from bad experience but a man to be compassionate from bad experiences.

These are sad things, the more people try to rush in with solutions, the more they see as the situation spiral out of control. Even the wisest of people in the world can do nothing for it. that probably explains why this world is as screwed as it is. I hope, people can solve it before some idiot out there make nuclear weapons just like guns in a war.

I challenge the young generation now, think about a particularly dislikable person.

Would you in your own group, band like conspirators to make life hell for that guy or to mock that guy and all those who are with him? Or would you just ignore it? Or perhaps impose a demilitarised zone, till time passes long enough.

I don't know, we stand in a world that now is growing smaller, Boyle's law probably hold true, lower the volume of gas, higner the pressure. Humans may be pack animals, but harmony is hard to find nowadays, with people who keep insulting each other's race, religion and moms; uncrossable lines at best. If I cry, I won't know what to cry for. I cry out, God save us.

Someone in heaven better find my stuggles funny

2008-04-12T21:02:00.003+08:00

You immediately want to dash to the another apartment of the author's, but you restraint your anxiety. You remember the psychiatrist the author talked to. You wonder if there was any link. You review his entries which were vague and poorly coded if you want think very poorly of him. But you think on the worst side, that he is a formidable intellect who manipulated you into following the clues he left behind. The psychiatrist was still alive, thankfully, which you know when you run the facial recognition programs normally issued to every law enforcement agency. You get a address and you were about to leave for the psychiatrist's place when you realize that the holographic journal is activating. This is most strange. You see a grainy picture then, suddenly you see words forming. It said, 'Congratulations on collecting all the entries here'

12 April

Pshychiatrist: Hello, I didn't see you at the allot time, so I arranged for a make up, you want to explain your abscence?
Sorry about the lack of response on Fri, I was sleepy. Anyway, now I'm kinda feeling frustrated. Lots of obstacles had fell down on my path. On Fri, I was caught in the rain when i went to school. I sang 'rain down on me' so I guess people up there want to have a laugh. My waterbottle was damaged when it fell from my bag =(

Psychiatrist: umm hmm, was there anything else happening on that day
On that very day, I had previously tried to make a birthday present for Charmaine, one of my classmates, but it look like that, but it was too fragile. The head rolled off =( Someone up there is having one hell of a laugh.[But anyways, why did I do it? Don't I have enough homework?]
I had too much time, the teachers don't give enough homework. [an angry mob of students were ready to lynch him]

Psychiatrist: Oh dear, how did that make you feel?
Really, it was sad, my efforts went down the drain, yet still there was this backup I carried, but looks like I can't be a present-maker. My previous one with shaun's ended up torn, this one ended up decapitated. I think someone up there is rolling over the floor in laughter. this repeated setback is irritating. Oh yeah, I forgot to bring my history file.

Psychiatrist: Was there anything positive you could think of on that day?
Yes, I remember, during lit class, it was sweet of Melissa and Anyu to give me a really belated birthday present. they didn't really have to. It was a lovely keychain with a bible quote. Its kinda ironic eh? I receive a present while the one I planned to give was destroyed. People up there must be laughing.

Psychiatrist: Do you seek to change against the seemingly heavy hand of fate against you?
Good God, of course I am, even trying to be a better man seems so friggin hard. Well, I admit, i have a really horrid tongue. I had, for thrills, when the teachers asked where certain absent people were, I replied dead, even once when it came to calling my name for attendance, I replied dead. I frequently insult the people I am with with my sacarsm. Heh.

Psychiatrist: Good Lord, have you tried to remind yourself not to fall in that trap?
Oh my, I have tried, it always never really worked. I only remember after it happens. I hope to through memory of a quote to slow down my reckless speech. After all when my leg hurts, it often grimace at the quote that refer to God wanting people to lean on him, like he did to Jacob who wrestled with him and in doing so, caused him to limp. That was one of the few I remember, other than the one refers to story about samaritian woman giving jesus water which i think about when i was thirsty. And then there was this--

Psychiatrist: I'm sorry , I fear we have overun already. We must continue at another date.
Doggone it, ahh well, nothing lasts forever. But today was particularly bad, another of my water bottle fell from the MRT platform to the ground level. It was damaged but it could have seriously injured someone. I was pissed off with my bag. Because it dropped from the same bag which dropped the other bottle, in my rage at my own carelessness, I cut the bottle holder portion of the bag, so that i will never use it and it will be no longer an accident prone area.

Been about the world for 17 years

2008-04-09T19:38:00.006+08:00

You rush to the bookshelves and you see a book for Egyptian culture. You flip it through, hoping to look for a method to retrieve coded journal entries which belonged to the holographic journal whose owner vanished while the journal itself contained ominous bloodstains which was never a good sign. You flip into the book, searching for underline words or marked pages in hopes of finding a code which this owner seem to delight in. You feel the spine of the book was a little bumpy. Your pulse races. You extract something from the spine. It was a black chip.

April 9

Psychiatrist: Tell me what happened to you today.
I'm seventeen today! Woo!
Its been fun. When I woke up, I felt euphoria, nothing can go wrong!. I even had the extra spring in me step.

Psychiatrist: That's good to hear, tell me about how it went about.
In the morning, I had well-wishing SMSes. One of them told me too stop mixing bizzare cocktails for myself and start drinking normally(reference to and orientation group outing to Pizza Hut which I misbehaved and mixed cheese and pepper and chilli powder into my coke and drank in like the fool I am). Lolz.

Psychiatrist: Any problem in academics?
In Chem class, well, YEEHA! LOTS AND LOTS OF MCQ QUESTIONS AS HOMEWORK!

Psychiatrist: Any problems in with your friendship?
Later, my classmates whispered. I just kinda knew something would happen after all we did the same for shaun. They gave me a brownie as cake and sang a birthday song. It was kinda nice, to know that people can be nice to each other. Shaun actually treated me to a meal. (the strong silent type) No guy can go any finer than that! Hui Lin passed me a card/paper heart/folded piece of paper with well wishes written on it. It said to pass it to someone I like.... -_-"
[wolf-whistles and rumors flying all about. Btw ppl, I have but I won't tell you! No no, its definitely not Nyugen Chix, although Nyugen Chix most attractive but no, a couple of other people come close. Hahas]

Psychiatrist: Interesting.. Tell me how you felt
It was kinda nice to have me birthday celebrated as per see... Oh one more thing, Zoe got me this bookmark too it was so nice I could bear taking it out of its packaging. They asked me if I ever wished for anything, in this day, I would say nothing, for Jesus was so kind as to bless me day today. What could a guy ask?

Psychiatrist: So, was that all?
There wasn't wushu today due to competition which my seniors have to go. I went to prayer meeting. It repeated. I managed to communicate with some more church pals and feel inspired to do what Jesus said, Love my neighbour. [goes out of the house and hugs neighbour] Then I went home, me bro, me folks wished me well. And here i am.
[Sexual harrassment letter came from male neighbour]

Psychiatrist: Interesting.. So why were you here?
I thought, in light of such a blissful day, its difficult to see the difficulty brewing down within everything as per see. I felt, today's a good day to die. It just felt so fitting that when everything seem so happy, the hammer must fall on me.

Psychiatrist: Was this suicide urge strong?
Hey hey, lemme tell you, I'm not suicidal. I feel inspired by all that care and all the good God gave to me particularly shown on this very day. He raised me from a brokenness in my past. I wasn't a particularly a happy man ['Liar! Drag him out and stone him!' the audience shouted], I was very vengeful by my consumed self hatred for my follishness. It was damn bleeding strong that I felt fired up to fight. But after going to church; not so much anymore. I feel obligated to do something, to steer people away from all that tension that I see happening right now. The hate thing is not good, so if I must, I'll confront it at every turn.

Psychiatrist: You believe yourself to be destined to save people?
I may sound idealistic with all that saving people rubbish. Actually this world is too far fallen for me to change on my own. With God, I hope to help people, starting from people around me. Actually, I think violent conflicts around the world cannot be solved by UN due to their bereaucracy and non-intervention law. It hinders UN forces to step in quick enough to stop a genocide. See Rwanda. What the people want and what's good for them is vastly different stuff. Freedom cannot exist out of a barrel of a gun. You want people to be free to fight? Either the UN should be allowed an army to act independently while the security council people haggle over reinforcements. Either that or a superhero to save us all.

Psychiatrist: Interesting.. how long have you felt like this?
I have felt very strongly against standing aside when atrocities are commited. Yes we should be peace-loving people of Christ, turn the other cheek etc etc. But, I cannot stand for hatred to stand, it is one of evil's greatest tool which enslaved humantity for the only force of good and righteousness springs from love and the flip side of it is hate. This is what I see that is coming. This is bad.

Psychiatrist: Very well, we have made some progress today. I'll see you soon.
Well, that's all this old one has for you today. I now have free time to create a present for another person's birthday. I wonder what i should do. Muhahaha!

You seem to have run into a dead end. you could search to no end and find nothing.you receive an infomation update. the author had another apartment not too far away. You decide to get to the location.

Fool 4 Fun

2008-04-08T20:36:00.005+08:00

You read the last entry from the list. Now you know that the first letter of the second sentence in each paragraph is the cipher for location of possible lists/PAGEs to this author's holographic journal you hold which you note that the horrid smell of blood on it disappeared, who had mysteriously disappeared, you believe this is the way to find clues, and he is very clever, leading you to his study like he knew this was going to happen.

8 April

Call me a fool for fun, guess what I did today for emcees course? Certainly not topic of women, who dared do it when females in the course outnumber the males 5 to 1 and when they are all guys? Jia Cheng and I did it. His friend also joined in. Our script was somthing like this

XY: Today we are going to speak about the topic of women. Unknown Friend: I'm very amazed by the maths females are able to do, especially in the topic of permutation and combination, they are utter amazing in this, about to premutate and combine up to 9999 different accessories to match a handbag. We guys ain't that good.

So I just said a little bit about in what ways women were good even to the point of suggesting that Eve came before Adam and Jia Cheng played the devil's advocate by doing the part about women as inferior. Let's just say the reactions from the class was quite civilised, we were prepared to be lynched for saying they were things, emotionally weak, virtuous ones were uneducated ones, beautiful ones wreck empires, they were alternatives due to need of MANpower etc etc . But what's life without a little fun and girls won't hate us very much would they. I'm glad I did it. It was fun (emcees course had narrow topics) , although I didn't do much dissing.
[hatred of females and feminists in the class simmering]

Oh come on! We apologised at the end even when we don't have to. Technically, we were rude, I admit it, but it was bloody brave of us too.

I have no wushu tml because there is competition. Under most circumstances, i won't have anything to do, but now I can go prayer meeting!

I think I'm quite reckless nowadays(shaun's birthday present), I think its the midlife crisis thing, all that feeling of reached potential and nothing better and I'm barely seventeen (Tml i will be!). Reassurance that I'm lacking in self confidence was the first thing I realized when I typed it. Then again, I don't think I have enough homework to keep me busy.
[Classmates looking murderous]

What?[The class riots] Ending soon, what I feared is coming to past, unknowingly, racism and hatred and discrimination are entering the picture. Two opposing camps would be formed, with some neutrals. And its all because of one guy. I don't know if the actions I take now would be premature or too late or even would have any effect. Its a lot easier to hate difficult people than to love them. With the people responsible before now needing to be reassigned, a vacuum there is and something must fill it. I won't know what can happen, but it would be big, especially if a certain person is chosen. I'm under plausible deniability, so i'm not refering to anything anyone or any event. Most definitely not about my class.

You realise that the words form culture. You know you look for a book about egyptian culture. you race to find that book in this house.

New Day, New Faults, New Beginnings, New Plots, New Hope

2008-04-07T17:13:00.007+08:00

You race to the study with its hieroglyphic wallpaper to analyse it. You use your camera, taking many photos of the hieroglyphs and email it to an egyptian hieroglyph professor over MSN, hoping for a match. The professor sends you a self-sympathetic reply which require you to play with his vanity a little before he divulges. You do that and he happily sends you the translation.

It reads: keep, watch 2
Pissed off, you read off another entry, all of whom are arranged in chronological order.

7 April

Man, today was draining for me. Because of the fact that PC(Physical Coordination) drains. Doesn't help that all my effort seem to have went down the drain with my horrid history bit(In hindsight it seems inadequate) that I did for project work. ZZZZ

Under most circumstances, I woun't have bothered to listen to songs. Only because Elvin passed me the christian songs which I then listened to. It was invigorating. Only 1 word. WOO!

Necessity dictated that I need to learn my lines as Edgar by heart. Only problem? It wasn't particularly long, shortest in the play, but most drastic changes in those few lines. Eeee

Every day, when I kinda got Christ into my life, I feel amazed day by day. Kingdom Come and beat me up. For I say my accepting him made me a lot less angry at my failings, more willing to pray. Oh, a joke i c....
[You see a beam of light shining down on the author and a scroll descends from the skies. It was written in holy words which said Oh Really?]

Excruciatingly enough was that I forgot to tell you people, I changed my blog skin. So what do you think? Okay I know, it was edited, but you gotta admit, its good eh even for u?

Because this would have been quite an interesting day, it was made extraordinary by a new student in our class. Bad omen? Nah, don't be suspicious. I don't really know about the student, but I hope for her sake that she is not unattached, for my brilliance is such that, if I got a girlfriend, I would break too many hearts. It would weigh too heavily on my conscience TT.
[Puking heard]

Alrighty then, enough with the small talk. Only serious talk now.[Make serious face, then burst out laughing] That reminded me, the school was in the hall to listen to a guest speaker. she was an image consultant. For my serious face, I was picked and voila, my tie was too long. Who knew? To think I was wrongly dressed, eeeeeeeeee.

Responsiblity is now my topic today. Ordinarily, I would have spoken about things that never really related to me. But today, I tell you, I tell you everything. I did not do my responsibilty to my secondary school friends. The whole class agreed to go to some place to eat, but I utterly forgot about it. My utter bad. I feel kinda guilty for breaking my word. But I actually agreed to go its because to collect cert and testimony, but it was not the case, but take note, what i just added is rationalization. It cannot be discounted as utterly bad, but just think of it as a pebble thrown to your forehead which rationalization is the rubbing of the pain. It kinda hurts to have forgotten it and the disappointment my friends feel is bogging me down. I won't know how to say, but a listening ear helps. What do you expect? I'm not the guy with the answers. All i'm going to say is 'Thats all'

Seeing that I just beat myself up over this issue, its unimportant to forget especially that when one works in a group, if a group member's disinterested, what can we do? Keen as we are to do it, we can't exactly point a gun at their heads. [Immediately, an archer points his arrow at the author's head] Initiating a conversation with to them won't really work, they would zone out, or worse, give empty promises. Guilt-tripping them would probably not work to your favor. How then? Doing all the work is liable to kill people. I suggest complete trust in them, theoretically if you already expect them to fail, they already have failed. Take not, I said, complete, not blind, you just have to excercise good judgement. that's me advice 4 u

Exceeding my usual entries, I must turn to my pressing work. Secondary, they are to my true concerns over Jesus,family, friends and my plots. That's right. I missed a good pal's birthday (Apologises to Gideon) but Jeremy is next on the line. Muhahaha! Its a V for Victory.['Boo! Be creative!' says Churchill] Erp. Alright than, its a Victory that's lettered by a V.

You realise it refers to the second sentence. BOOKS BOOKS. It read. You realize that You need to find it in a book about egyptian hieroglyphs. It only makes such sense. You calm yourself down, you made the mistake by zooming into the study only to find nothing except a hint which the author seems to know you would go to. You try to finish the last entry to discover if there was another code inside.

The Lazing, The Work and The Birthday

2008-04-04T20:02:00.006+08:00

Excited by the prospects that coded messages be embedded in the future, you try another entry, in hopes of defeating the elusive entries hidden deep within the memory of the holographic journal, through which you hope to find out more about the disappearance of the author and perhaps the cause of it. this time round, words are shown.

4th April

It was an eventful day, I had finished a terribly huge book, the sword of shannara trilogy. I took much longer time to read it due to limited time to read. Its a good fantasy book, but not as great as Lord of the Rings but better than Harry Potter, in a sense, but its quite formularic, the book as per seE.

Loud was a couple of girls in physical conditioning class today. As they ran, they did some cheering. Only three words for it. Crazy girls[The author hears an eruption of anger from feminists. He pleads his case, but it was useless, they drag him out with sheer numbers and beat him] As I ran, I was looking as the clouds as usual, the shapes are quite interestinG.

Ordinarily, I dislike making things, but today was a guy's birthday, he plays tabletennis. So guess what I got him? Boy am I tempted to break into a solioquY.

Very creative, said the recipient after I showed him a photo of this. Why did I show him a photo? Because I revealed my coup de grace too early. Everyone was shocked, even the recipient9his eyes widened), but Muneeb(the one who replaced Kent) wrenched it from me and tore the plastic out. This lovely creaton was torn, but still birthday boy got the mentos and tabletennis balls with his name written on it. My fault, actually, for conceiving such an idea that would provoke such response. What did I throw myself in with that action? Hot SouP.

Excellent day, today was, save for the general paper tesT.

Zzz. The hormonal teenaged females were again giggling in history class over weird things, I tell you. Why me? Who was the unlucky gents sitting with them in a group? Thaddeus and I.

Ordinarily, I would be happy with today's drama work, but still, I get the burden of homework I cannot complete ahead of time. =(. If only I could skip doing emcees course script by obtaining a medical certificate for malariA.

Ending now, I feel like a tired, stressed out lump of flesh to be home and the Physical Coordination left my left leg a pain that feels like being knifed repeatedly so much so that it feels like its going through amputatioN.

You notice the ends of the paragraphs and voila! You broke the code. Well done. The ends of the paragraphs, the weird capping of the last letters stood out well enough. They spelled out a word. EGYPTIAN. You recall the hieroglyphic wallpaper in the study which you wrote off as a fascination.

Rain down on me and drench me pants

2008-04-03T21:45:00.003+08:00

You rack your brains over how to access the holographic journal's ineternal memory, carefully protected by an elaborate page-flipping password safe-like combination. You scan the list left behind by the journal's owner, hoping to see a pattern where your de-encryptor failed. You find none, putting that aside, you return to unread entries, trying to unravel more about the author.

3 April

Today was weird and (sometimes humourous)difficult day. It also rained heavily and drenched me pants.

First up was the school's hall session, to see candidates for Student Council. It does not resemble elections, but rather a gimmick show by each candidate. Some sang, some danced, some rapped, some spoke, some joke, some just did plain mind-baffling stuff. One cut his hair on stage to show determination. (Respect) The other purposely fell over his feet and held the microphone in a unique angle, to what purpose I did not know. (again respect) One tore his script.(Respect one more time) Nevertheless, It should be understandable as people had only short time and we won't know enough about candidates to vote anyway.

Sad to say, I didn't pay much attention. Too much rip-offs from many sources of popular culture left me laughing.

Next was slightly not so nice to say due to nature of the event(and because it was about lessons and the consequences of getting caught was suspension/expulsion which can be a good break from school but liable to bore me) talking about it in an unfavorable light, because it concerns higher authority. So I won't speak about it. Nevertheless, its effect was dazzling and touched me. That's enough already.

Well, its frustrating to try and speak without offense to anyone I might be friends with or could be friends with or important aquaintances. Welcome to an era of libel lawsuits, the perfect way against any one who badmouths you. (Why doesn't it happen to me?)

Lets face it, someone does something nasty to you, you react back by lashing out. Izzat even nice? Sometimes its inevitable that one's fuse might blow.
[the author sees a platoon of soldiers behind a sandbag wall and they yell "Fire in the hole". They all lob grenades or sticks of dynamite]

I dunno how to best deal with that problem, but I think, trying to swallow it down is a bad way, so is deflecting it, ignoring it only serves to reinforce its presence in you. The source of irritation would be likely persist and would eventualy overcome one's fuse.

Neither is it very good to return fire, both sides get burnt.
[Armies on both sides in trenches, soldiers come in big batches and leave in stretchers.]

Lets just face it, even if I had the answer, sometime or another, it would fail, and where's the fun in life if answers are leaked?
[Author in bathroom, he sees a leak in the pipes and soon, the bathroom is flooded, Water bills sky-rocket]

On a brighter note, a classmate's birthday is tomorrow! (not mine) I got a present to top all present. I'll have a picture, the next time. it was handmade.

Codes sound like great fun, except that I dunno what to do. I can transmit sublimal messages. Woohoo! No one would know what I talk about, for I will outsmart them. Muhahaha.
[Monkey comes in with a file labeled de-encrypted entries and dated 5 minutes ago]

-.-"

Not a particularly good day here

2008-04-02T21:29:00.003+08:00

Attempts to hack into the holographic journal's stored memory without the use of PAGEs or the number codes proved to be difficult. You get gibberish. Exasperated, you read another entry, whose number codes(a bit like a mix of passwords to files and safe combination methods) was written down on paper in a list.

2 April

Today was not a very good day. As I now speak to you, I am exhausted by the day's happenings and wushu.
[You see an energetic young face and the author automatically puts on false wrinkles, huge dark rings, and unfocuses his eyes as well as putting on a weak smile]

Upheavals were everywhere today. In class and in the drama and in cliques.
[In cliques part is exaggerated, but employed for a rhythmic purpose]

Today there was a guy; foreign student, not a saint, but nice chap with a different length of fuse than most people, he had a disagreement with a girl in class. It wasn't very easy on the ears. Not happy over a fellah's PW which wasn't very kind on his country.(May be erroneous)

Naturally grievances over him spilled over, when he replaced the person playing Kent in the drama. The original guy was nice but without the rudeness and temper of Kent, but was perceived as unteachable. The guy from above was his replacement. Naturally, another person, from the same class and in the drama, friend of the girl in above, complained(with every right and good reason to).

Apparently the person wasn't the only one. But that's enough. The point is I did some thinking.
[Someone shouts mockingly : "Does he ever think ?" Author gives him an offended look]

Let's see people. It is easy to criticise people. I myself am not except. But think about it, our own criticism more or less reflect about ourself see? Understanding of others is a lot harder than it is, especially when you perceive that yourself have been insulted/bullied/godknowswhat.
Even when we had such experience before. I won't claim to have any answers other than mankind wide selflessness. Cos' if I did, the world would be a better place.
[Snores]

I remembered a bible verse.

'Let he who has no sin cast the first stone.'

I think thats a good way to go.
[The audience murmur omniously. Although they have pebbles all around them, rotten eggs suddenly appear in their hands]

Gulp.

April Fool

2008-04-01T22:01:00.002+08:00

You reach the 1st april entry. By this time, you had your laptop set up and began analysis of the entries as well as hacking into the possible stored memories inside the holographic device, disguised as an innocent leatherbound black book. Except that it had bloodstains. Higly suspicious bloodstains.

April 1st

I saw on the news that Ben and Jerry's in Singapore had pulled a prank on consumers, when they ordered their ice-cream flavor, they were told that only vanila was left. Consumers got a scare but were well compensated for that. Kudos to you people man.
[DM: You see a horrible Pranking machine, what wuld you do?]

One guy in the name of April Fools day, went around tricking people, even got a teacher. only one word for that man. Respect.
[DM: +8 scroll of respect appears to have no effect!]

Today, I was frankly very worried about history assignments and PW draft. Now in this late hours, at least these worries were solved.
[DM: Or are they? The machine's Bells start to ring their doom as your anti-worry potion dispel worry gas]

Strangely enough, I was feeling the extreme edge of melancholy and boredom that during the emcees course, I was asked to do imprompto speech abtout if I were Superman(caught me by surprise). I didn't feel the usual butterflies. Nice huh? Imagine if I can replicate this effect for everyone, I could earn big bucks! Except it had a side-effect of restricted movement and some foolish moments of immense pause.
[DM: Your Cry of Melancholy halted the machine's movement.}

_________

/ ____ \

\ \ ____ /

\ ____ / /

\______ /

(apologise for really bad handcrafted drawing)

If I were superman? Superman, near god-like (reversed the earth's rotation to go back in time), did the most humanitarian and heroic things(I saw a comic issue where he delivered food for the poor). If you had so much power as he, I think, most people would use it for self-interest first, before even thinking about helping others. Its just a fact of life, if we were superman, we would use it to serve ourselves or other? Think about it. But we being who we are is a far better thing to be than some other thing else.

[DM: Super-effective! your Superman's emblem,strikes fear in the pranking machine, due to its desgin similar to Brainiac's, it short-circuits itself. You wonder if there is any treasure. DO you approach the machine or not?]

I think I will do just that

[DM: It's an insidious trick! 'April Fool's Day' cackled the machine as it clamps hard on your Human Scholar and explodes, killing your Human Scholar.]

Stupid D&D mood.

Rain down on me again

2008-03-28T17:07:00.003+08:00

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

2008-03-26T17:04:00.002+08:00

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.

2008-03-25T21:23:00.003+08:00

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

2008-03-24T20:18:00.009+08:00

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

2008-03-21T19:36:00.004+08:00

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

2008-03-20T20:35:00.006+08:00

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.

2008-03-19T21:25:00.002+08:00

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

2008-03-18T22:01:00.003+08:00

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

2008-03-14T12:21:00.011+08:00

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.