I don't think I will be saying very much in the weeks to come.

I blame a lack of stimulus and a drought in eloquence. That is not to say that there isn't anything interesting going on. I do in-fact have things to expel out of my cluttered brain which is like a 24-hour high-tech facility. The numerous processes that span my grey and white matter are astounding and I suspect the world sees only a lighter shade of my brilliance.
You should probably be used to my self-awareness by now.

I would like to share about how I woke up in the midst of a violent dream involving me and a particular individual whom I do not like and enrolled into Karate training for the wrong reasons. He is part of a gang and has a superiority complex which unlike mine, is based on nothing but invisible air.

I cannot express how I despise gangsters who spend their time in this way, beating up people and behaving like they are the big sharks in a small pond.
I've long wanted to admonish these fools who while their youth in such a fashion. I have more to say about their folly.

I do not really enjoy roughing up people outside of training because the human body is frail even if it is resilient. And it can both sustain and inflict grievous hurt.

I would like to sell my training methods, which have culminated in larger biceps and other assorted muscles since I've started on my workout.

I would like to say that the relations between people should not be fully bridged unless you're sure that that person will live his or her life for a long time with you. Persons who deserve inclusions should be your spouse and your sibling. I remember Shez saying that sibling rivalry is intriguing because you don't have to apologise to each other after a quarrel.

'People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard fillings'-Dr. Cox in Scrubs.

I would like to express how much disbelief I have in human relationships and maybe plant subtle hints among my text to point towards what prompted me to speak about this.

I would like to tell the world to lay off Liu Xiang and lament that although he is still good, he is not great. The 110 metres hurdles aren't easy and that the Chinese people expect too much of a man who is not divinity but fallible and frail at times.

I would like to say that Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt are Champions, not in the Olympic sense, but in the 'best of the human race' sense. They are the prime specimens of what the peak human body can achieve and for this I revere them.



Phelps is amazing, but we must not forget John Lezak (top left), who aided him enormously in amassing two of his eight Golds.





Usain Bolt-I watched him run, and I'm convinced that he is the fastest man on earth. He broke the World Record he himself set in Athens four years ago easily.

I would also like to say that my all-seeing eye has also caught sight of the graceful gymnasts and I've been in love about 8 times.







Alicia Sacramone is my new heartthrob. Even if you take a liking to her, your fancies of her must stop right now, or I will slay you. Even if she didn't perform like we thought she would, she is still fantastic.

I'm a bit surprised that in wanting to say all the above and thinking that I was not to write on, I actually finished.

Saturday
It took to the combined influence of Megan, Hakim and the din at home to nudge me into getting out of the house on the wettest National Day for as far as someone with my youth can remember. I had gotten slightly miffed at missing the sun in the afternoon and only receiving the rain when I headed out for a slow run.

It was a gig by Dawn's Church friends at Marine Cove and I concur that it was good music, although I still think that the vocals could be made more outstanding if they turned the music down a little. But chiefly, I had a great time because of the other three men (Jem, Dicky and Hakim), and our laughs. I recall that I almost missed it, and I'm rather thankful I didn't.

It was a good night, but a pity that the fireworks were obscured by the buildings around.
I have been called entertaining. That's all?

I learnt that genuine encouragement and words have a massive impact on people. We should give everybody except ourselves a pat on the back once in a while.

Sunday
Kah Kee stood me up on our gym date because he wanted to catch the Olympics Hockey match, and it was mainly thanks to Zicong's stedfast accompaniment that saw me through the revamping of my workout. I relish the goodfeel succeeding a good pump even though the soreness pushes against my threshold sometimes.

For people who are obsessed about weights, please do not think that doing the same thing over and over again will get you stronger or build you up. Even if you vary the weight that you lift, your body is still going through the same procedure.

Our bodies excel in adapting, and increased strength and improved muscles are responses that arise for this adaptation. Once you've adapted, you will no longer reap the gains from before. Hence you must constantly confuse your muscles and give them different exercises so that you will still grow from your training.

I inserted only a little work into my day, which could be either seen as the last day of the week or a first day. It's all a matter of perspective. What is yours?

Monday
I am still writing my Monday. I am glad that I have the power to affect the present and effect the future. In striving to be the Champion of the World, I must seize it.
If the Lord permits, today will be extremely fruitful.

It's been three weeks and The Dark Knight sits securely at the helm of the charts, untouched by any of the other rising aspiring movies. My passion for this visual masterpiece is undimmed and I would probably say that it has mellowed out. I have chanced upon some netizen efforts to spruce up the sombre film with a decent amount of laughability.

The following are spoofs of familiar sequences from the movie.
But first, if you belong to one the unlucky minority who have not the luck to watch it in theatre yet or if you for some unexplained disease dislike the Batman franchise, do watch the proper trailer.



This is a spoof of the trailer. It's not fantastic but has a degree of hilarity.



The last one that I have to offer is my personal favourite. We all know that Christopher Nolan's Batman has linguistic problems that have been around since his origins in 2005's Batman Begins.



If you are an anomaly and find none of the above interesting, I am a little miffed, but will continue to charm you with my writing.

This is an eventful weekend, because it is our National Day and I must concede that although I do not always enjoy the morning singing, we must allow ourselves to be patriotic and also somewhat unabashed in congratulating ourselves on amassing 43 years of pseudo-democracy.

(Please do not be mistaken, I rather like this pseudo-democracy. It is a more pragmatic organization where we are also permitted to have our own illusions about government.)

I however have a query. At the height of prosperity, it seems that the only next stage is decline. If you were a subject of our education system and have studied Social Studies in Secondary 4, you would have recalled how Venetian society ended up. So the next direction for our nation is-?

It is also the 2008 Beijing Olympics which has been a mammoth event for the Chinese, and a contest between super atheletes. I am looking at Tyson Gay to outrun Bolt and Powell at the 100m event. I think that the only event that Singapore might loop a win would be at the Sailing events, judging from our performance at the Asian Games in Doha.

But oh look at me, being so bothered by these externalities.
Today was a really good day. The Math test was a non-issue (this does not mean that I did well), and I did all of the work that was tasked to me. Had a big lunch, which was the norm for me now, to gorge myself in the earlier break and avoid the hunger pangs later on.

Crystal found what I did in the Chem Revision Lecture extremely funny and couldn't stop laughing. This dude hit my head with his bulky bag when he walked past me on the higher row in LT 3 and so I played along and pretended I was hit bad. I lolled my head and rolled my eyes (according to Derek) and muttered incomprehensibly about the sick bay. I think Crystal couldn't control herself for about 15 mins.
I did mention Crystal was crazy.

The next most notable thing was the rain, which was whoa. It thwarted my intentions to run and be the active boy that I really am. Perfect conditions that precipitate for an early night. Lovely. I intend to treasure this rarity after I've finished watching Love Guru and the JJC Prelim Paper.

This is what the Love Guru says makes a man desirable:

Clarity
Organization
Charm
Knowledge

Enchante, like what the French would say. Or we could call it crude humour.
I take my leave hereafter because my computer is horribly slow and I have little love for functioning at crawl speeds.
Farewell.

This morning I am immensely displeased.
I suffered a lousy night which was made even more unpleasant by the stifling heat and could hardly sleep.
This enraged me because rest succeeding a hard workout with the weights is vital for recovery and a night of interrupted sleep has hampered that, and also endangered my health.

Do you know that a night of interrupted sleep harms your heart?
Now you do.

At about 8 on a rare additional day of rest, my mother and sister have had an immense shouting match that necessitated me to get out of bed and get them to shut the hell up. I live in a den of lunatics. Recounting this makes me madder. If you can't beat them, join them. I had to descend to their level and shout back at them.
I'm disgusted by the lack of common sense and intelligence in this brood.
It seems that I have received a mega dose of all of it.

I have decided to head out for a swim, because my body needs to feel the fluidity and coolness of the water and also because I need a break from the half-wits at home. It is also maybe because a small bit of me thinks I deserve the outing when I've completed the E-learning rubbish for today. So I will value this day and get outside, where the sun is really burning.

Yesterday I met 2 beautiful girls on my way to the market to get breakfast for the rest of my idiot sisters. I would not normally have used such an non-complex label on them, but it fits the description currently.

The first was a girl from school whom I concur with the popular view that she is hot and I had the fortune of literally bumping into her on Friday while I was in a hurry to get Hakim's shirt for him. It was an unintentional and rather rough bump and I was very sorry. I still am. But maybe she had stationed herself in my way in order to win my attention and ultimately affection?
I wouldn't be too surprised if that is the case.

The second was a little girl of four who was nearly banged down by a fat person in the crowded market that I held her head to keep her from falling and she gave me a really sweet smile. Oh, I am charmed.

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Since it was the Hungry Ghosts' Festival yesterday, I was a little bit afraid while walking home after training at night because I was carrying my tuna and yoghurt and in dire circumstances because the ghosts might snatch my muscle foods away from me. Oh dear.
Thank goodness I reached home without incident.

I would think that this post is unappealing to most of my readers, but I am moved to put it up here. I should have done this a long time ago.

It is a sermon made by preacher Paul Washer at the 2002 Youth Evangelism Conference where he spoke out against the errors in American Evangelism and their wrongful teachings, which can be seen also be seen everywhere else.
After he made this sermon, he was never invited back into the conference.

It's one-hour long, but it is not a bad way to spend a twenty-fourth of your day.
This has been very influential on my ideas which I would say aren't very popular.
View the video, and perhaps you might see the reason behind my ideas:

I am not a good follower of Christ, I have not attended Church that many times and I am a very wretched human being. We all are, but we who profess to be Christians and are still living our lives like a poor example should be cursed. I wrote about "walking in the way Jesus did" in January. I haven't done that. I keep God and the Bible at bay sometimes because I'm aware that He disapproves of my and our lifestyle.

I have little faith in Christian leaders and teachers today, and I have a severe dislike for mega churches. I question the qualifications of cell group leaders and I doubt the validacy of the teachings in Churches.
These people who are our leaders-they are spiritually superior or better off than the rest of us? Can we be sure that they are examples, good examples for us to use while we strive for Jesus' ultimate example? Does going through a course or displaying good knowledge of the Word serve as credentials for them to be leaders that will guide men?

And as for mega churches, when even within a cell group, it is hard to look after the spiritual growth of a handful, how can they provide guidance and genuinely care for the multitudes and masses that swarm into and fill the building or the conference hall.

I doubt the reasons why people go to Church. I doubt the reasons why people believe in Jesus.

People go to Church maybe because the boy or girl they like go to Church.
People go to Church because they like the music at the Church.
People go to Church because they have been going since ever.
People go to Church to socialize.
People go to Church because the speaker is funny.
People go to Church because they get free food.
People go to Church because it is a pretty okay way to spend some of your day.
People go to Church for acceptance.
People go to Church for reassurance.
People go to Church because there's air-conditioning...

Why do people believe in God and in Jesus and become well, believers?
I've heard because God gives us strength, God loves us for who we are and God forgives us. God gives us blessings, God gives us reassurance and comfort that He is around and will not let bad things happen to us.
Bollocks.
The only valid reason that we should believe in Jesus and in God is that He died for us on the cross in an excruciating way to redeem us so that we might be recounciled with God.

What does it mean to be a Christian?
The expectation of a Christian is to be a follower of Christ. I believe that we will be asked to give our lives to and for Him. Would you die for somebody who will and who has died for you? We will have to do the same for our Lord.

More than being believers, we must be followers.
I am/ we are not there. But since we know this, should we just let this knowledge ferment or do we do something.




God Bless.