But you, dear friends, build yourselves up in your most holy faith and pray in the Holy Spirit. Keep yourself in God's love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life.
Jude 1:20-21
See off Project Work (PW), sealing the entire affair in leaden casing, imperturbable by any mischief or mishap, or Superman's X-Ray vision. The dude can't see through lead. (We should actually cover our privates with pencil lead so as to safeguard our modesty from this wanton pervert).
Dedicated Gymwork. Have been feeling lazy and/or weaker recently. Probably a result of vile Project Work, I wager. Lack of sleep. Loss in strength and drive. Eating and Sleeping at cursed times. Or not at all. Either one of the two is debilitating enough.
Get past Tameshiwari before Sensei leaves in November for the 9th World Karate Tournament and his Dan test.
Decipher the garbled signals that my heart, mind and emotions are giving me, to precisely figure out who's the one that's the one.
Clearly define BB's portion in my life, or the portion of my life (devotion) that is given to BB.
End 2007 on a good note.
There's more. I made a list in February of the things that I want done by December. Typical- Not all are struck off yet. There's only 10 weeks of this year left. Judging by how fast time's dove into December, 10 weeks is short. Even shorter since we're living in the 10th.
Time is relative. Looking back, I still remember writing in the first of a series of my white notebooks at the first few pages about the macrogoals I want done by the end of the year. And the feeling then was like-hey, its still the dawn of the year. slowly man!-now, everything's flown by. Is the world spinning faster?
Time slips through our grasp; it leaks through our fingers like sand. If we don't keep it carefully, it'll be gone. And we'll be left with nothing at the end.
Treasure time and what it offers. It takes a lesson; or many lessons to get that.
什麼使我高興:
Working on the References in the Written Report, repetitive typing and sorting, with loving piano pieces as accompaniment in the morning.
_______'s company.
Hakim and Derek; Andrew, Jay.... Rejoice in friends.
Chocolate. And its Dopamine content that induces mild euphoria.
Some other significant quality in the day that I can't quite place.
I am going to heed my biological readout and turn in.
This week's been alternating between good and bad. Promotional Exams is a huge blow. Tomorrow's Biology Grand-Reveal will be decisive. Pass it and I'm JC2 next year, flunk it and I'm gonna be... That's not a cheerful thought. I've failed the typical papers that the large population has also done badly in, so I'm the norm. That isn't cheerful either. My status: Precarious. But whatever it is, I am thankful for God's grace and His mercy. And Mr. Oi's last minute guidance. It's interesting to note that whenever I enlist his mighty assistance, I do OK. Retainment isn't far away from my person yet. So I remain cautious. But we still worry about things that are out of our control. Can't help it.
At least I'm getting back in shape. Getting back in the gym to resume the workout was hard. And now that I'm working towards the massive size and weight of 78 kgs, I have to go hard and heavy. The first time back in there was difficult. The simple abdominal routines pained me before I even started lifting any thing heavier than a pencil box. I'm amazed I didn't give up.
Have been gyming totally for the whole of last week and will do so as long as circumstances permit. I'm never abandoning the workout again. Do not ever abandon your workout or shun the gym. It is a good way of building strength, speed, power and muscle. Yeah. And gymwork does not stunt your growth, for pubescent kids. Ya.
I'm on track so far, from last week's 74.64 kgs to 75.15 kgs. It's the weight that I was at Sec 4, but I feel more powerful, stronger and faster than then. The composition of my mass has changed. Less fat by a lot. Happier in the mirror now. But these pursuits aren't simply superficial.
This is for Xing Kai and my other BB juniors who're interested in training and looking good- Men who are brawny are less likely to die from impacted injuries than their skinny counterparts (Men's Health, September 2007). I need the strength and power in Karate. Asian and Singaporeans aren't heavyweights unless-is there an unless?
Learned:
Weilin comes up with a lotta nonsense.
There are times when getting our butts down to do a task is hard. That kinda feeling sucks. But looking back a bit later, the wrenching regret is a more sucky feeling. So plough through and do it!
(eg. MJCians are feeling this through the week. My BB Boys, when you don't have the guts to walk up to that cute girl you fancy and get to know her, and then miss that chance, ending up never knowing her. Or missing a ticket to Japan.) Keep moving forward!
Er. Teachers are deceptive. Believe less than half of what they say. Except for Mr. Choo. The rest, regard it with the highest suspicion. My Chemistry paper is testament.
Government or secret services are highly paranoid. They are probably sieving through our files and viewed documents right now. So stop visiting your porn sites kids. Maybe you can try typing sensitive words and see if they come knocking on your door. keywords like 'LKY', "Lee Hsien Loong", Osama, Terrorist. CIA. And the like. It'll be amusing. And it'll expose them for pervading our privacy, that many believe to be a right. An infringed right now. But who cares even if Big Brother's watching?
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Credits:
Thanks be to God. Naturally.
Hui Min, Amanda and Rebecca's tolerance for me being a laidback PW member.
Jeremy's help in the Gym on Monday. I would not have stuck through with my regime.
Derek's companionship and in lending me money when I'm broke. I love him.
Hakim's Star Wars Novels.
Andrew and Jay's humour. Got them damn fun.
A host of friends that I've not blatantly stated.
My musings aren't generally applicable. It's my navigation site and where I listen to the music pieces that I currently like, and to rebuke, abuse and scold the scums that I have the misfortune of meeting. I risk sounding gay often. I'd like to take this time to express my distaste, disgust and utmost dislike for homosexuals. They are deluded abominations. Sorry, but I don't like them. If you happen to be one, see a doctor. Or get far away from me, or I'll sock you. And I use this to hint at my political alleigiance and my beliefs-religious or philosophical.
And since a passer-by has asked, I'd like to declare: I'm single and looking. LOL.
I love Hakim, Derek and a whole lot of guys, but I'm a girl-liking guy. And I'm not looking for a girlfriend. Past that. Looking for the girl that I love and loves me; that will spend the rest of our lives together. I'm a romantic. Piscean. Can't help it. Am training to not bother about things I can't help with.
I've spent the day in college, getting back apalling papers, watching "Secret" for the 11th time in college, got more papers and came home, watched star wars vids on youtube. The end of exams also means a loss of direction.
Au Revoir.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"-Rocky
I find you try a little harder when you're scared.-also Rocky
There are several posts I've tried to make, but I've left them as drafts. Don't know why, but lost the zest for almost anything.
Exams are meant to occupy us, and now that they're over, I've lost my zest. Instead of posting separately about things that've blossomed into occurrence about and around me, I'll just list them down here. In prose and not point form. If not essay will get zero. Which is delightful. I've thought about writing stories or the novella(s) that I have been trying to squeeze out of me and onto paper fully ever since...ever. Ah bother. My lost of zest has spread.
This is not how I envisioned spending my Saturday. I should be actively outdoors or at the gym, which I meant to, along with Cherng Ru today Instead, I'm relegated to staying at the computer which is something I needed to convince my imperious mother to let me do.
But for a guy who's completed his promotional exams (though he might suffer a cruel retainment), has no readiness mentally and physically for academia these days, and is suffering the painful affliction of having blisters at the soles of my feet, the computer is the only lover that I can embrace, though it is evil.
I got my cursed blisters yesterday, while playing a bit of soccer barefoot at MJ's street soccer court, which was hot burning ground. I quit the game after it was too painful. I did tell Hakim that I didn't want to play. And I was in slippers only. So had to ditch them to play properlly. But left to nurse my feet. Friday was delightful. Really had fun playing tennis. Was roused out of bed at 11 by Dawn. And deceived into cleaning the house by my mother. She made me clean my room first, then led me slowly into cleaning most bits of the house with the mop. Sly!
The only compensation was that "Secret" was played on my DVD player. And I could mop the flooring to it. I love "Secret". I liked the schoolboy-schoolgirl romance and how it made me feel. I'm an emotive sweet-chum. I concede. Missed it in cinema. But there wasn't anyone to watch it with anyway. I reserve it for that special girl. But I'd have liked to watch it on the big screen anyway.
I've made the OST of the movie to be my blog playlist. All the songs are there. I just wanna share the music. There're really nice piano pieces that are really complex and delectable. Ignore the opening song and scroll down through to make your selection. Listen to the Secret Track, both the fast and slow versions! Those are my favourite pieces. If I don't get my copy of the movie soundtrack, I think I'll rob CD-Rama.
So back to tennis.
It was the first time I played the game anyway. Tennis? Oh you mean the gameboy game ar. Eh no ah. Orh. The Prince of Tennis comic? That's what I know about tennis. But was really sweet setting off Megan and making her do her Aunty Pose. I still can't do her pose right. Maybe I need more practice and to lose some centimeters. Wait. That'll be a lot of centimeters. Everytime I hit the ball wrongly skyward, I started running baseball-style. Like it was a home-run. It was well. Fun.
Afterward went to library to slack. Saw a pretty girl there studying. Hmmm. Too bad she disappeared later. Nearly fell asleep. Then me, Dickson and Hakim started talking about NS and the SAF and army stuff, that amusingly left Dawn out. She sat there like: "Er...Er..". Andrew was stoning. Megan...I forgot what she was actually doing then. Left earlier to grab dinner. At the Whitesands foodcourt. Met another pretty girl who's from Chung Cheng High (main). hmmm. Adorable.
Went home expectant to go to training, and tended to my blisters, but I realised that I couldn't walk properly much less fight, so decided to give it a miss. Luckily I did. It was drills, which I couldn't do which my feet blistered and all. Kyokushin drill is the most hateful component of Karate training. I remember one time when I was a blue-belt I collapsed because the stitch was so immense and I could not stand. So I stayed home and watched "Secret" again. Haha.
I really like the story, the twist and the Kwai Lun-Mei and the exchange between the two. Makes me feel contented. That's kinda what I said to Dickson the last time online. In a relationship with a girl, it's not about sex actually. I would just be happy to lie with the girl that is my star with her head on my shoulder forever. And I would just want that to last.
I don't know how I swayed into talking about romance and how I'd like mine to be. But in case people like Crystal think that the make-up of boys is simply: SEXSEXSEXSEX!!! Which is not entirely true. Though our preoccupation with that is in-borne. We cannot blame the Almighty for how some men think with their other head. Snigger, snigger.
Forget about that, anyhow.
Hopefully, my blisters can seal up back into glorious baby-smooth new skin again, and I can walk, jump and run like the boisterous young boy that I am. Life without looming examinations is pretty boring seeing that I've no piston applying pressure on me. I feel lost. Am I going to be subject to my mother's cruelty until Wednesday? This weekend seems long and weary compared to last week's precious 72 hours gifted from above.
Paradigms shift eh. Leaping into another topic, I've decided, to show off, and to also have people who are aspiring/ really adept/ or really adept at faking know-how in psychiatry to analyze why I chose the pictures below to show the rest of the world. Or it could be simply because those pictures are linked to me and I feel obliged simply to flaunt.
Intellectuals, I welcome opposition.
I really like her. She's great in "Secrets" and is a very sweet girl. I'd really like to see her pair up with Jay Chou.
This is me in the bathroom just before I set off for school. Took it at whim. Crystal or somebody says I look sinisterly pervertic. Hell, I'm not. At least, not at that time!
This is the picture of the floating platform at Marina early in the morning. This was taken during my BB Company's Biannual Cycling Expedition. We approached the Esplanade from Zouk along Singapore River and came to take this picture. It was an exhilrating, fun overnight thing that was potentially testicularly damaging. No wonder Lance Armstrong has got testicular cancer. He spends 8 hrs on his bike a day. Ball-busting.
One might think this picture is taken about the same time as the one above or about the same time. This was taken at least 8 hrs before, at Benjamin Sheares Bridge before we veered into city and far away from there then. The ride down the bridge was incredible. Super sexy slope. Wouldn't mind going again on another midnight-to-morning ride. i think most people know where this is?
This was the team that I was babysitt-no, safeguarding. LOL. No offense. This team was a motley crew of Boys that weren't really great at cycling. There were some scrapes that we got into but surprisingly, we all managed to make it back to the endpoint at a decent time. It was a great experience and though London (Benjamin devey) and I got frustrated at several junctures-CLTs are accorded the privilege to be pissed off too- we managed.
This was the medal I got from my first ever Kyokushinkai Knockdown tournament. I came in third placing, but wasn't really happy about it. The first 2 were gurkhas. hmph!
This was my Brown Belt grading in August 2006. Seems like a long time ago.
The breaking was really unfriendly. It was 6 then. Now its 8. If only I were still a little boy.
This was taken sometime early in 2007. Just before training. Employed my sister as photographer. Or was it my mother? They indulged me anyway.
This will be the last picture for this post. It's tiring to put in so many pictures. It was taken at the 4h class chalet end last year. It was a fun chalet, and was great cos of the people there; not all of them, but most. And Jeremy there made it better for the atmosphere, even though if he were there cause he was Audrey's beau. Haha. Love him.
I think i'll wrap it up here and desert the World Wide Web. I need to go back to a mundane, sedate life. And the person I want to talk to hasn't shown up too. I'm done waiting. And call me if you really want to talk me up, all you lovelies out there. I rarely use MSN or my phone now. Ditch them all the time. Sorry if you're vexed by my neglect. My picture's up there in this post. You can use it to satisfy your urges to have me. I know I'm desirable.
