Limericks of the guys in our class part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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?

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

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

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

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

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!

Things start changing

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)

I'm GAY (the happy one)

I'm GAY (the happy one)

I'm GAY (the happy one)

I'm GAY (the happy one)

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

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

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.