A week vs a day

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

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

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.

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!