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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...

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

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!