Monday, December 17, 2007

It's been over 12 hours that I haven't actually texted her. Feels weird.Her last reply was at 09:12:30.
I got really grouchy today. The day didn't seem as bright or nice as it was.Lost my temper at a bunch of Boys outside the office who really were making a lotta noise while they were shifting the hampers for BBSGB. Probably from Victoria School or what. I think I kinda startled the officers and primers with my appearance to reprimand them.But it was an office and they were really annoying. And I wasn't in the best of moods.

A silver lining was that I saw a Boy I trained. Can I say I trained him? I didn't really imparted anything consciously to him. I was his RSM at his Leadership Development Course 2. The only thing I probably did was to set myself up as a model for him to look up to. But I saw him take charge as RSM for SGB and I felt quite glad that he was doing well, and that I've become a person that he and his fellows remember. They've been through the Song Leng experience. Ah, the privileged few.

Most of the time though (or rest of the time), I felt like wringing somebody's neck. I think I'm strong enough to crush somebody's windpipe now.Several phonecalls doused my mood heavily too.

There was this man that was demanding and yet in an entirely unconvincing piteous voice, asked me to get the Ops Room to send over his hamper for him while he somehow just couldn't speak to them, and wanted me to do it on his behalf. He called me, and wanted me to call him back, but didn't put down the phone, and was still on the line. So I kept getting hold of him, and he made a retort that sounded something like, '...simple thing also cannot do...'. When I called him, he tried to sound like he was in a poor state and wanted help, but didn't want to do it himself. I can think of more drastic words deeper than 'irritating' to describe him.

Other calls were people who didn't receive their hampers and were rightly asking for them unabashedly.I mean. These people are receiving public assistance and help from us. They don't know the meaning of gratitude, whatever language they speak, hokkien, mandarin or muffled gibberish. Can't stand it.

Rosalind said that every year, there's this beneficiary, an old woman would personally come to our HQ and demand that she be allowed to CHOOSE the food items that we're giving her. She wants a choice of brand of rice, milo and canned food, and she called us uncooperative and all when we deny her. I was shocked when Rosalind told me this....

We are not obliged to assist them, and we can actually not have the Sharity Gift Box. The BB's been around for 77 years, but the SGB is only 20 years old. It's not an easy thing, doing the SGB. I see the officers in charge slogging to see the project through here in the Brigade Office. And these people treat our grace like its their birthright.
All we actually want is appreciation and civility. And these things aren't in place only if you're better of in riches or in intellect.
Singapore should start celebrating Thanksgiving. Maybe it would drill in them a morsel of decent gratitude.

This is probably parallel to how we ignore the graces of God and His numerous blessings that are muted or dimmed, by the distractions of the world. On some level, we're also like those ungrateful people. We might know that our successes are God-given, but we choose not to acknowledge Him, or give glory to Him, but instead credit ourselves.
A lesson to learn.

Even so, I'm getting affected easily by these people. Ungrateful, demanding pricks who are disadvantaged, but doing pretty much nothing to lift themselves out of their plight by their own hand. The man caused me to make a mistake writing the cheque that I was issuing. And it was a thousand dollar plus thingie. Stupid. Soured me greatly for the most of the afternoon.I realise that there is some truth to my personality profile. I can't stand stupid people.

A nicer way would be to say that I can't stand people whom I think are beneath me in intellect. But what's the difference? They're still dull. And that severely repugnates me.
Love your neighbour? Not easy.

On the way home at 359, studied these two women behind me. Lousy conversationalist. The first was only concerned with hearing her own voice throughout and her companion just gave up when the idiot didn't let her speak at all, and instead kept rambling on. Stupid people.Ah, I'm being nasty. But, can't help it.

Saw a girl that kept looking over. Don't recognise her. Not sure if she was the girl that called out to me on Saturday, saying she was Lisa. Didn't look like her also. I mean, if that's really her, I've only got this to say: she's grown up fine. But still, the two persons don't really click. Haha. Sorry, if my compliment doesn't come across nicely.

At least Sern Khoon's direction about the Holy Spirit was especially enlightening and useful. Solved most of my problems with Church(es) and all. The kinda confirmation that I was waiting from above. I just need another. Will expound on what Sern Khoon advised next time.

These few days will be unpleasant.

Please come back soon.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

If I like you, I will look into your eyes and tell you.
If I love you, I will lean in close and whisper it into your ear.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

If you love her, you'd love all her imperfections.

But...I don't think there're any!

Monday, December 10, 2007

It's a rotten feeling. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
No more left-over joy from the previous good week to fuel the waves of misery that December brings. Fed up of temporal happiness.
I'm also seeing the things that are wrong with the world, and it isn't very helpful in lifting my mood. Wrong with people and happenings.
Or it could be that I'm just tired.
Like I told Megan, I'm grumpy. But now, its contorted into grumpy magnified. And also because of new and more troubling reasons. (Megan, you should be happy there's mention of you).
I've been waiting for so many confirmations, and most of me is restless and impatient. Need signs to be clear. Very few of them are.

Still unsure over the certainty of baptism in the Holy Spirit. Have been reading up a lot on this.Speaking in tongues is but one indication of a sure baptism. Came to Christian Evangelism, Healing and Teaching Resources, and I agree with the writer's opinion on how to recognise disciples in Christ.

"The Bible never tells us to look for supernatural manifestations as evidence that a person is saved...

Passages such as Romans 12:4-8, 1 Corinthians 12:7-11, 27-31, and Ephesians 4:11-12 tell us that every Christian is a member of the body of Christ and receives one or more gifts of the Spirit.

Notice that if a person is truly able to operate in a gift of the Spirit then this is evidence that the person is saved, because the Holy Spirit and His gifts are only given to Christians (based on the passages which we have seen).

These passages tell us what we should look for in order to recognize true disciples of Christ:

John 13:34:
"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another."

John 13:35: "By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."

John 15:7: "If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you."


John 15:8: "This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples."

1 John 2:5: "But if anyone obeys his word, God's love is truly made complete in him. This is how we know we are in him:"

1 John 2:6: "Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did."

1 John 3:10: "This is how we know who the children of God are and who the children of the devil are: Anyone who does not do what is right is not a child of God; nor is anyone who does not love his brother."

1 John 3:11: "This is the message you heard from the beginning: We should love one another."

1 John 3:14: "We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love our brothers. Anyone who does not love remains in death."

1 John 3:18: "Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth."

1 John 3:19: "This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence"

1 John 3:24: "Those who obey his commands live in him, and he in them. And this is how we know that he lives in us: We know it by the Spirit he gave us."

1 John 4:1: "Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world."

1 John 4:2: "This is how you can recognize the Spirit of God: Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God,"

1 John 4:3: "but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world."

1 John 4:13: "We know that we live in him and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit."

1 John 4:14: "And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world."

1 John 4:15: "If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God."

1 John 4:16: "And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him."

In the above passages we are specifically told that we can recognize Jesus' true disciples by their "fruit." This is described as being obedience to God's commands, acknowledging that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who has come in the flesh, and exhibiting the fruit of the Spirit (e.g. Galatians 5:22-23) by loving each other with actions and in truth. These are the things that we are told to look for as evidence that a person has received salvation"

I concur. Maybe I'm becoming too much of a thinking radical. Is that good?
And I was blog-surfing a bit and saw Dawn's sister's blog.
I really like what she said.
If God had a refrigerator, your picture will be on it.

God speaks through our dreams. I had a really disturbing one.
Was driving an army tank in a very weird environment. I was in the tank on a high ground, and my tank ran over an ancient chinese tomb. And it opened up.
Drove a bit away and came to the edge of the high ground, and saw a whole valley of tombs. And they all started to open up.
Then the dream changed, and I was shooting at 2 men who were coming to arrest me. I shot and killed them. And then I got shot, and I fell, and pretended to die.
When I got up, I looked in the mirror and realised that most of my back was shot away...

Symbolism? 3 tombs, 2 deaths, me getting injured. Makes little sense. Unless it means that something shitty is going to happen and there will be 2 deaths and I will be grievously harmed. Mm. An optimistic prophecy.

Tired of working and ritualistic living. A 9 to 6 job isn't that nice and inviting anymore. Dread working life when I get older. Lets see, you wake up at 7 plus to go to work, it starts at 9 and lasts til 6. You get home or wherever you wanna get to at 7 plus again. If you value sleep, that means you should shut down at 11 plus. That leaves me a window duration between 7 and 11 to work out, have pure unadulterated fun and pay attention to your loved one. 4 hours.
Come to think of it. School isn't bad.
At least you can cheat a bit, and the hours are shorter.

Still got lots of undone homework that I both don't want to go back to, but also don't have time to go back to. Really want a magical solution to all these problems. They will come back to haunt me.

This Christmas doesn't seem that Christmasy anymore. Bright lights and songs don't make it festive. Maybe some snow and chimneys will strengthen the quality of Christmas. I think that the story about Christmas losing its magic and nobody believing in Santa Claus thing has already come true.
The simple joys of Christmas have almost been lost.
I have just one fantasy left that features Christmas heavily. If it comes to fruition, I suspect a major chunk of all my unhappiness will vanish for good. But hardly. Confirmation is slow from above. Then again, it probably isn't due yet, no matter how impatient I get.

But on the depressing side, troubles will slip and go and go away, and new ones will come in to take their place. Poetic.

Wasn't expecting to write so much. But I probably am so deadened, that I need to outsource some of my misery. Alas, it is a rare emotional low that I'm at now. Forgive me.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

This is a touching story that I received:

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.

I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me?
I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'

I wanted to bury myself.
I also wanted my mom to just disappear.
I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only goanna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'

My mom did not respond...
I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings.

I walked out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
I had kids of my own.
I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my
mother came to visit me.
She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.
I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!'
GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'

And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.

So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died.
I did not shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and
scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were
growing up.

You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and
lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you
having to grow up with one eye.
So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,
Your mother.




Always tell someone that you love them because you never know what day will be their last, or your own.

Always seek to resolve your problems or disagreements with loved ones because if either of you should pass on before, the one who is left alive will have the rest of their life to ponder those unresolved feelings but will never find closure. And closure usually brings peace...

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

I've sorted out the mess internally. Talking to Jesus is a fantastic solution.
Was drifting online trying to gain some eminent guidance on the problems that were common to all those that chase after God.

I'm probably gonna bore people with this 'preachy' expounding of my inner musings, but I don't really care. Not intending to sound like a saint. Though that seems like a good direction. But, hypocritical.

Realised that we are put through life as a process so that we might be ready for the finale (end times) that God has in store for us. Bits of my life that God made me live through comes together to fit into a grand plan that will mould me into the kind of person He needs to carry out His plan.

Some things came to mind.

What does following God really mean? This is a literal question and also a implication question that is worth thinking through. Jesus' said, "take up the cross and follow Me."
Are we able to do that?
We aren't able to do that right now. But God is putting us through life so that we will be able to, and not necessarily just at the end. Going through difficulties will be applicable and important at the end.

We need to talk and share our lives daily and moment by moment with Jesus and God. (Prayer).

We need to draw nearer to Jesus Christ and take on His character as our own. As the apostle Paul says, "imitate me, as I also imitate Christ". (1 Corinthians).
And in this we can glorify God and honour him if our actions and behaviours are not unbecoming.
This is a solid reason not to use the F-word.
But we have to take time to work all the unworthiness out of our life, just like how the body heals, with the exception of Claire Bennett, Peter Petrelli and Adam Monroe.

We need to love God with all our strength, and also we need to love everyone around us. The second one is the harder, I think. There are always people we dislike, can't stand being in their company and so on, loving them seems impossible. I for one, cannot stand people who are stupid, or who I think are stupider than me, and still do fiercely loathe people for things they did significantly to me years ago. And I think I have a mental list of those people. I'm not exactly loving towards them. This must change. But the problem is, I still want to slap them.

The above might not have been good English-
But anyways. Yep, we have to slowly model our lives in the way that is becoming of Christians and people of and in God, and we need to look out for other people and their interests and respect them.

I've started to cleanse my system. I hope this does have some effect on you all.
Amen.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Floodgates!

Day Three of working at BBHQ, and before I could properly turn my efforts into recounting my sweet desk job, something major happened!

FLOOD!

Some of you must have seen the papers that went on about how the stupid rain hit some areas on our island, and was bad enough to warrant mention in page 1 of the Home section in the Strait Times.

Well here at BBHQ-yes we're still at work-on unfortunately low-lying Ganges Ave (opp Great World City), we were hit badly. Poor Song Leng had to miss his 4:30 dental appointment because the high water levels didn't let him move out of HQ. Let us lower our head and mourn for a single minute:

Time's up.

To claim insurance, we at BBHQ were maddeningly enthusiastic about pictures!

I think I'll give one right now.



This was the rear block of the 3 main terrace blocks that made up the campus. It's the lowest point in the whole place. Some Canoes would have come in handy. Helicopters also not entirely out of the question.

First, you need to see a dry picture of our Campus.


The lobby is flanked by the 2 offices. I was working in the one on the left.
This is the lobby after the water hit.



The prelude was the SGB warehouse that was just a temporal tent set up in the grassy field between block 1 and 2. The roof couldn't take the huge amounts of water and started pouring.







Then we got the cameras out and started snapping.
This was the point where everyone got really excited and Raj, most left, started yelling to take picture.


The HQ Girls posing before the rain got really really heavy.
Here's most of HQ's staff.
Here's Ms Ang Hui Leng trying to get to her car and get it out of the way before the water killed the engine.


(below)Mr. Tan Sern Khoon dunno doing what. I think he was trying to survey the situation outside the gates of HQ. There was only one word to describe it: bad.

The vans during and after the rain.
The following are elsewhere around HQ.
This is just outside our office.
This was actually a raised podium. The step you see is actually the second step up. The water covered the first step.
(below) This actually is a dormitory block. The sea you see is actually a field..
This is the canteen and the dormitory.
This is the same field but from another angle.
This guy is Benjamin. He and his group have been living in the dorms since I started work on Monday. The flood forced them out. They've relocated. Far away from HQ I bet.
This is the field behind the dorm Benjamin is at. Using the size of the goalpost, guess how bad was it there?
The sequence below is inside our office!
This is on carpeted flooring hor.
Floating Dustbins!
This is the reception area. We tried to rescue all the expensive stocks of printer toner and photocopying materials. See my orange nalgene bag and my brooks running shoes? Casualties.
I was like at my desk thinking that how cool that it was flooding outside. Then I realised that water was seeping in, and I started grabbing all the files and important forms and tossing them onto higher ground.
First was the water level rising. Then I was rejoicing that I had both a nice experience and the sounds of My Chemical Romance playing in the background.
Then the power all over HQ went out, and we had no electricity-no air-con, no computer, no telephone and worst of all, no light!
It reminded me of the corridors of the dying titanic. Water everywhere.
So we picked ourselves up in the darkness. Not complete, but impeding.
Ses and Melissa gushing over the rising water levels. Over the carpetted floor, mind!
(below) This is the BB shop. We rushed to save the new stock of Deuter bags that just arrived on Monday.
The Madams clearing up the water from the office floor. I bought all the colourful brooms. I have taste.
We then started to clean up the place as best after most of the water has receded.
This is yours truly doing my bit to clear up the room with the photocopying machine and the fax machine and the shredder. The shredder is on the chair on my right. I proudly declare that I was the hero that saved it from the evil waters.
And I think I look massive. The workouts are proving to be beneficial.
The next few pictures are today, which is the next day lah. We came back to the office to salvage whatever we could to establish a new workstation at another room that is not badly hit. The earth don't stop spinning. And we have a mega Opening Ceremony for the Sharity Gift Box on Friday! So we needed to get things in order.
So we fished out the things we needed and transported the computers that were untainted to the Fraser Hall.
Only 3 CPUs were damaged. Boss', Raj's and Rosalind's. Haha. Boss!
But Mr. Desmond Koh was a cool guy. And he declared that everyone come in casual clean up clothes the next day.
Transportation! Unglam shot, cos Ms Catherine Chia caught me off guard with her camera.
This is the hallway we saw in the morning. The damage restoration company came and left the dryers to work overnight.
This would otherwise be my workplace, if not for the flood. Rosalind is handing me the things I needed to bring over. Rosalind is real sweet. Helps me out a lot.
This is the room that we chose and everyone is setting up the computers. It got wet too and it stinks. Uncle Raj was like spraying the air-freshener every where.
This is Andrew putting together Julie's com. He's newer than me by 1 day and he's working with the SGB side, which needs all the people they can get.
I like this pic. It's cool and it shows the refugee quality about our relocation. It's also quite neat what.
This is the room, almost done. We struggled to hook up all the computers with internet and to have all the servers be in connection. We also restablished our phone lines, thanks to Mr. Alex Poh and Raj. The nearest com with the blue screen is my work station!
The power would short out at least 3 more times before the end of the day.
What did I learn? How to read God's subtle signs.
Sign No. 1) The day before, I was just browsing through the pictures of the previous flooding earlier the year in January. Found it for no reason and was looking through it with Rosalind.
Sign No. 2) Woke up with the spontaneous urge to pack slippers and torch which I dismissed because they didn't seem necessary. Realised my folly during the wetness and blackout.
Sign No. 3) Reading the free newspaper thrust at me while I was going to work at the MRT. Specifically saw the weather forecast all over Singapore. And I also made the sudden effort to check out the weather at my workplace. Heavy rain with thunderstorm.
What did this flood cost me?
  • My Brooks running shoes.
  • Possibly 1 week of missing gym and running.
  • A missed adventure at the dentist's.

...It was a massive effort to put this all up. Thank God it's done up.


















































































































































































Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Yours must be the last face I see before I drift off to sleep.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

My plans to run under the sun. Foiled again by the foul, putrid weather.
Want to be fully chiselled by OGL camp for emotional interest (E.I.); that means more pounding pavement. Have developed a dread for the treadmill in the gym. Don't know why. Haven't ran on it for a month now. Must get over it.

Some of the new found difficulties are probably birthed from a long absence from the gym and also the injury inside my shoulder, or is it back? Don't know. It still isn't operationally ready. It still is hard for my right hand to reach for my left shoulder.

Thank God for Derek's company at Tampines gym yesterday. I read his blog just now. Buddy, you're not a burden. You made me complete my routine nicely. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to lift so heavy. And yesterday was valuable. The timely arrival of a great friend steered me into my routine. Which I was scared of. Training with a buddy is best.



He reminds you of what you have to do, and he spurs you into not running away from it.
I really needed Derek's companionship and his help at the gym. And also, a bunch of netball girls from your secondary school present also helps to ready you for the macho posturing.

It was a fruitful day, and also had a sweet talk with Derek about chinese mothers and girls and from this point on . all else is confidential. admitted to him who was my emotional interest today.


*

Every guy needs a girl to think about sometimes. A face to smile at just before sleep pulls us in; a hand to think about holding, and lips to dream about not just at night, but every waking minute.



I've found such a girl now.
Thank you Jesus.

Thank you Jesus.He took all of it for us.

This is why I believe in Him.



There're lots of things I wanna blog about. But I just can't produce anything. Waiting for divine inspiration that would let me astound the expansive universe with my brilliance.

I need to right some bits of my life now.

The only positive thing is: I've a new emotional interest (eyecandy). And she's way more than fine. I urge all of you adoring spectators out there not to be violently jealous. You too, love.

Ciao.

You Are An ENTP

The Visionary

You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.
You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.
Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.
You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.

In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love.
And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear!

You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor.

At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision.
How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial

I would appreciate response that validates this personality test and affirms its accuracy.
Thanks, loves. Just tag about this test, yea.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Heroes!

Heroes Season 2, Episode 8-the one that explains everything-the gap between the 2 seasons and leaves all of us panting for more! If you haven't started on Season 2, you better don't watch it. It'll severely spoil all of it for you! For those who spend their mondays praying for the Earth to spin faster and the sun's light to hit Singapore, enjoy!

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion:

You have high extroversion.
You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.
You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.
Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"

Conscientiousness:

You have medium conscientiousness.
You're generally good at balancing work and play.
When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.
But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.

Agreeableness:

You have low agreeableness.
Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.
In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.
And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.

Neuroticism:

You have low neuroticism.
You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.
Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.
Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.

Openness to experience:

Your openness to new experiences is high.
In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.
You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.
A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

Rendition







Rendition: a controversial practice of the CIA in the removal or handing over of terrorism suspects, often to a detention facility where they will be brutally tormented until they 'confess' they are terrorists (Wikipedia, "Rendition (film)",2007).

'Government is authorized to transfer anyone they think might be a terrorist to prisons outside the U.S.'-Trailer.



This is one movie that really makes me pissed at Singapore's Censorship Board. It's been given a M18 rating locally, and obviously, you must be of age to be able to watch it in theatre, which is atrocious. In the United States, dammit, its 14A. Meaning 14-year-olds can stroll into the cinema and plainly watch the movie. Whereas, in Singapore, we must first blow out 18 candles on a cake and then, bring our IC to the cinema and show it to the people there before we can plainly watch the movie. Screw Censorship. It's not sexual, and its probably like that 'cause of the dark theme and violence. (Mature Content).

-.-

Censorship is aimed at protecting the sanctuary of young minds, unprepared for the brutality of humanness that these youngsters would inevitably come to exhibit one day. It makes sense not letting 13-year-olds see naked women in theatre, but it doesn't when it disallows shoot'em up films and let Chinese 'The Banquet' which is incredibly bloody, air.

And there is scant difference between 17 and 18. And I'm only 4 months from that age dammit. And they don't let me watch that film when I've already seen '300' and 'Borat: Cultural Learnings of America to Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhastan' on my own. I'm itching to watch this film! 2007 is a year of great movies-'Transformers', 'Secret' and now this.

I am now searching for a loophole in the law. Tell me if anyone of you have uncovered it. And wearing your father's old Army grey t-shirt don't work dude; it don't count as one method.

A bit riled today, but- Yesterday's Gym work was excellent. Chest, Shoulders and Triceps. Hurting in the right places. Went there at 1:38 pm after the 4 hour consultation with Ms Sophia Koh. That was a marathon. Anyway, gym. Like the way the weights are pushed off my chest while doing the Bench Press. The perceived most manly exercise. And the big weight plates on each side. Waaa. Happy. Switched to a heavier weight for the shoulders. Another reason to be happy. Endured through the treadmill. Getting more and more difficult recently. Probably because I upped the speeds.



Statistics from yesterday: Weight: 74.60 KG. (A shocker. Don't know where the pounds have gone. I've been sedate most of the week. Not eating?)

Burned 223 calories on the treadmill in 15:00 mins and ran nearly 3 km. Forgot the rest. Not fantastic, but decent. Just keeping records here. Don't think my audiences give a damn.

Went back to MJC to continue with PW. Reached after 4:30, after a satisfying meal at Eastlink Foodcourt. The class had relocated to C 4-2 and a good many groups were still there. Helped entertain Hui Min, if I couldn't work on the WR personally, and dueled Hakim in PikaBall (Pikachu Volleyball). Didn't lose that badly considering he and Jeremy are the Elite Four status figures in class. 15-10.


Ms Koh was still at it, chionging our WRs. She spent 4 hours with each group and was still with the 2nd group when I went back. Really awed by her. She barely ate, and was still at it since 8 plus in the morning. She stayed until after 10 at night I think. Really respect, yo. And like her too.

But while we guys were bored, we decided to do something stupid. Me, Hakim, Jeremy, Jay. Jeremy first said he wanted to go toilet. So I said I was going too, and so was Hakim. Jay also got on. We walked and then collectively got a stupid idea to use the girls' toilet. So we crept to the lit toilet and I called out in a 'girl' high-pitched voice 3 times: "Is anybody in there? Is anybody in there?"

There was no answer, so I thought the coast was clear. Then I jumped in and said I was gonna run in and touch the wall deep inside the toilet. I ran in and Jeremy was behind me. I was nearly at the wall and I turned to look behind me, and a girl was at the mirror, staring at us. Jeremy saw me looking and we were so shocked that there was still a girl inside. WTF. We chiong out of the toilet and jeremy and I ran to the Boys' Toilet to laugh our asses off. We rolled on the floor of the Boys' Toilet laughing like siao for about 1 min, I think. It was so frigging funny. We waited for a while, before going back.

We later apologised to her. She was a J2, we found out. And she said this, "you all very childish".

And it was true. We are childish.

But it was fun. Everybody should try it. HA!

Have an OGL interview later. Have to charge up my charms and impress. I do want to be an OGL badly. It was fun when I did it in Council in AHS (We won best OG). One of the best experiences in that old place. Hopefully, I'll relive it on a similar form in Meridian.

Meridian's a great place. But a place isn't great by itself. It's mostly 'cause of the people inside. Nobody's paid me to advertise my college. But I'll do it anyway. Come on over aliens, and work our havoc together in Orientation I 2008. It'll be fun. I think we can promise that.

I'm leaving to claim reimbursement for my publicity efforts here.

Adieu.