It severely grates my nerves especially when some person starts going "that's right", at the end of every sentence the preacher says.

It's blind, unthinking acceptance where the person does not give much thought to the message but gobbles it all up without understanding.

Instead of trying to seem as if you're following what is being taught, you should be examining yourself and listening. Not grunting like an animal.

It sets me off, because you're not giving any consideration to the message, but being a docile, non-thinking beast.

Stop it.

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I have not written more about the wrongness of modern theology because judging from what I wrote previously, people haven't understood anything I said.

The things that I've written, you do not give much thought to, but you're taking some of it up to supplement your wrongful belief about Christ and God so that you feel better and sleep easy at night, and discarding the harsher truths, that condemn and convict you.

You agree with what I said, but you know not what you are agreeing with.

The Christian has a hard time sleeping because he would be in tune with God and God is grieved at what the Church has become. Our Churches have become a den of robbers and thieves like it was in Jesus' time.

Throw away all your false impressions about the Christian faith and read Scripture. All that you need to know is inside. How can you profess to be a Christian and yet not have read most of the Bible? You're not a Christian. You're a liar.

You think Jesus came to unite the world? You've not read scripture then.
Do not flaunt your horrible ignorance. It's disgusting.

Luke 12: 49
"I have come to bring fire on the earth and how I wish it were already kindled! But I have a baptism to undergo, and how distressed I am until it is completed! Do you think I came to bring peace on earth? No, I tell you, but division. From now on there will be five in one family divided against each other, three against two and two against three. They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law."

Have you understood this?

How do you tell who is a disciple of Christ? By his fruit.
A good tree bears good fruit and a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit and a bad tree cannot bear good food.

Your outward actions, speech will reflect your inner belief. Is Christ in any of these?

No? I thought so.

2 Corinthians 5: 17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!

Stop assuming or presuming.

I'm so angry at people who think they're Christians when they have not read Scripture or understood any of these.

And do not assume you're on the good side of this division that Christ brought.
By default, we're all lost and rotten.

If you're waiting or wanting a miracle before you believe, I'm so sorry, you've missed it.
Christ has already resurrected and ascended. There is the one other miracle you have a chance to partake in.

"I think the greatest miracle is where God takes an unholy person in a wicked and unholy world, makes him holy, and puts him back into the unholy and wicked world and keeps him holy. "

This was said by Leonard Ravenhill. Google him.
Read Isaiah 59, which convicts us of our sin.

Isaiah 59: 15-16

Truth is nowhere to be found, and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey.
The Lord looked and was displeased that there was no justice. He saw that there was no one, he was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm worked salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him.

If you think you're righteous, you're not. God calls us righteous and justifies this actually absurd claim if we have faith in his Son. No man is righteous. In Hebrews 11, Abraham's faith was creditted to him as righteousness.

Yet this faith is not something that we have in ourself. We're like the firewood that has been doused with water so many times that we can't light a fire, with Elijah. Rather Jesus, from above, who brought fire, kindled the spark of faith in our deadness.

Read Romans, Ephesians, Corinthians, Galatians, Colossians, Hebrews...
Read the Bible.

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Pardon me if my posts now do not appeal to your wit or humour.
But this is the only thing I want to write on currently.
I'm not that sorry for my harsh and agitated tone.

I'm in a good mind to sweep away the tissue packets that office workers in Singapore use to reserve seats in food places. It sounds absurd, especially if they say it themselves.
Could you imagine:

"Excuse me, this seat is reserved."
Huh? There isn't anybody seating here reserving it what.

"Can't you see that we've reserved it with the tissue packets?"
Do you know how stupid you sound!?

I'll probably do this next time. Singaporean are fundamentally cowards who are afraid of hassle and trouble that comes along with confrontation, even if they have reason on their side. All we do is complain, and then let it slide. That is pathetic.

They should try using their tissue packets to reserve parking lots. Or maybe use tissue boxes. More visible. Try and see if the drivers would entertain their childish pique.

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I always liked white tigers. Even though they're zoo animals, we cannot destress the second part of the phrase. They are animals after all.


(Image courtesy of Shuan Lo from Singapore)

We have reduced the gospel into hearer-friendly material, which introduces you to 3 things.

1) The goodness of God in loving you for whatever you are.
2) Promising you eternal life.
3) Showering you with gifts and blessings.

Everybody loves a God like that. That is why everybody celebrates Christmas, because it sells the idea of an old fat dude, who drops in and gives you gifts for no good reason and assures you you're being a good boy/ girl, keep up your good work.
Of course you would welcome such a god.

If you believe, you're only believing in the goodness and abundant gifts this god has to offer and you're intaking a god that prospers you, agrees with whatever you are doing no matter how immoral it is, and leaves you alone to enjoy yourself at most of the time.

That is not the God of scripture or Yahweh, but a man-made consultant you've crafted to serve your own sinful desires. This god you've made serves your own human whims and desires instead of you serving him.

This is what is the gospel is:

1) Men are so wicked and fallen that we have no hope, no control over ourselves.
2) God's wrath is upon us because of our sin.
3) He had mercy on us and sacrificed his Son to redeem us which we could not have done for ourselves previously.

The gospel is unsavoury and offensive. It is like a slap to your face.
If you accept it casually, you have not understood it.

We have diluted the meaning of believing in Christ.
Scripture indeed does say that you are to believe in Christ, and that is the route to salvation.
You firstly would have believed in all the nice things about Jesus, and are looking for more promise of goodness.

You are like the five thousand whom Jesus fed and are looking for him. You're looking to benefit more, not because you believe in Jesus' divine power.

John 6: 26
Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, you are looking for me, not because you saw miraculous signs but because you ate the loaves and had your fill."

The Bible says to believe and confess that Jesus is the Christ and Son of God. And so you think your frivolous verbal declarations are enough and you believe in him would mean that you have faith and you are saved.

Do you really know what it means to believe? It is not just to acknowledge and accept what is said. It is to devote and to hope in Jesus and to give up your life for him.
In those times, if you were to confess Christ is Lord, you would be killed.

To believe is to throw yourself, your hopes and your confidence onto Him that He is your sustenance, He is your provider and He is your God.

Is this the depth of your belief?
Or do you treat 'believing' like a vaccination and an insurance where you've bought a unit in heaven?
Can you be sure this is the depth of your belief?

Peter disowned Jesus thrice, even though he declared Jesus to be the 'Holy One of God' earlier.
Are you better than him?

A common blasphemous belief is that once you believe, you're a Christian and you're automatically guaranteed a place in heaven.
Who told you that? Firstly, is your belief and faith of God and in God?
Then, are you behaving like a Christian?

Matthew 7: 13
"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."

In addition to the gate being small, the path that leads to the gate is narrow and many will fall off. Do you think Jesus was lying when he said that only a few will find it?

Beware. Firstly, your belief could be false and misplaced. You do not believe in the unbelievable gospel of Jesus Christ because it makes sense to you or it appeals to you.
God has mercy on you and gives you the gift of faith. Otherwise you would never swallow the gospel's message.

If you have been marked out by God, he will have changed you and put in you a God-loving and seeking heart that will continously walk after him. God will give you the ability you never had to turn away from and stop sinning like you were before.

If such a change has not taken place in you, you have not been saved. Nobody has a heart that seeks and wants God. God gives you such a heart and changes you.

When God saves you, you will know that you are different and you will be born again, having a new heart and new wants that are of God. When he takes you as one of his, he will keep you and discipline you and teach you.

If you continue to enjoy living like you once did, still remaining preoccupied about worldly concerns of pleasure and fun, you can be sure you have not been touched by God.

You profess to be Christians, yet you do not read God's word. If you do read, you're reading it to gratify yourselves and to use Scripture to justify your carnal desires. Read scripture and read it carefully and pray that the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob reveals himself to you.

Not everyone has known God. Your human efforts to try and find and reach God is futile and misguided. You would not be able to get to God no matter how hard you try. That is why there is a need for Jesus. Even then, you remain blocked, your hearts are still stone and you will not be able to get to God.

John 6:44
"No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him, and I will raise him up at the last day."

After Jesus said this, many of the disciples who believed in Jesus rejected his teachings and deserted him.

A lot of us are the disciples who do not know Jesus yet and we would be driven away if we know the entirety of the gospel, unless God keeps us.

John 6: 63
"The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they have life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe." For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled him."

Jesus knows who of us believe because he has already marked us out.
Do not presume yourself to be included in his flock of sheep, but rather examine yourselves.

Jesus' sheep hear his voice and follow after him. If you do not hear and you're not following after him, you are not his sheep.

John 10: 14
"I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me-just as the Father knows me and I know the Father-and I lay down my life for the sheep."

John 10: 24-
The Jews gathered around him, saying, "How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Christ, tell us plainly."
Jesus answered, "I did tell you, but you do not believe. The miracles I do in my Father's name speak for me, but you do not believe because you are not my sheep. My sheep listen to my voice and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. I and the Father are one."

Jesus' sheep are those whom he has enabled to believe in him, and they will follow unwaveringly after him and not fall away. He guarantees that no one will be able to snatch them away from him, the shepherd and that their salvation is assured.

Jesus' elect is not a broad net. It is a small pen which is reserved for those God has designated.
Rather, you should be very afraid and concerned if you are one of Jesus' sheep.

If you do not understand the above, then I will have this to say:

John 8: 47
He who belongs to God hears what God says. The reason you do not hear is that you do not belong to God.

Instead of presuming you are one of Jesus' sheep, pray rather that you will receive his mercy and be included in his flock.

To Christians, those who believe themselves to be Christians, Church-goers and Church Members:

I've been recently made to see things that have gone awry with Christianity and the modern gospel today, and I've been led to see these things in a way that is not based on my own intelligence or my perception, but in a way that is supernatural.

There are things and teachings so wrong and so perverse and contrary to the gospel that Christ and his disciples brought to the world.

I get enraged when Christians claim they've saved people or they can save people. You are mistaken! God does the saving. God is the one who makes people who do not want God believe in the unbelievable.

If you believe easily, you have then not believed in the gospel, and you must not have heard it fully.

There is no such thing as human free will.
I get really mad when I hear Churches and people saying that you can make a choice and decide for yourselves if you want to believe. Where in scripture is it like that?

We are so wicked and so lost and so steeped in sin that we cannot save ourselves.
We are drowning in our own sin, and when we're drowning, how can we pull ourselves out of the water? Only Jesus can pull you out!

You claim you have control over yourself? But then you're so wicked and sinful that all of your control would be devoted to sin. You deceive yourselves if you profess to have control. We are enslaved by our sinful desires and no matter what we do, it is motivated by our own sinful desires.

So if you dare say you have and exercise human free will, you mean that you are in full control of your sinful acts and you're saying that you can get out by yourselves without Jesus.

Romans 8: 5-8
Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind of sinful men is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace; the sinful mind is hostile to God. It does not submit to God's law, nor can it do so. Those controlled by the sinful nature cannot please God.

If you do not think you're evil, you're in denial. Do you remember the worst thing you've done and said? Do you remember the evil thoughts you've entertained in your head and evil thoughts about your friends? You hate God's sovereignty because it will expose your wickedness.

The gospel of Jesus Christ is so amazing that you would either believe in it or abhor it. It denounces man, and exposes him for all his wickedness and unworthiness. When man is concerned about enjoyment and pleasure and having a good time living his best life now, God's laws will remind him that he cannot do what he has been doing or what he likes to do.

Believing in God is not something you can do. It is a supernatural work that is all God and not you. We have been separated from God because of our sins, and God must reach out and make first contact. We man cannot do it by ourselves!

In Acts 16:11-15, it speaks of a true authentic conversion. It talks about a woman called Lydia, who was listening to Paul. In verse 14, it is written: The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul's message. She did not believe out of her own sense, but because God had mercy on her and allowed her to come to him.

The entire gospel is about God's mercy and how he could have carted us all to hell, but instead he put together an elaborate plan that spanned thousands of years and is charted in the Bible to reconcile God and man.

Isaiah 48:8-11
You have neither heard or understood;
from of old your ear has not been opened.
Well I do know how treacherous you are;
you were called a rebel from birth.
For my own name's sake I delay my wrath;
for the sake of my praise I hold it back from you,
so as not to cut you off.
See, I have refined you, though not as silver;
I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
For my own sake, for my own sake, I do this.
How can I let myself be defamed?
I will not yield my glory to another.

Do you understand what you're reading? God reveals what he is actually doing.

You cannot believe in God by yourself. You will not believe in God by yourself. Instead God has mercy on you and gives you the gift of faith in him and his Spirit so that you may be able to walk in a way that pleases him. How much are we dependent on God and his mercy.

I get disgusted when people believe that God chooses them because they have some quality or abilities that God likes. You're only buffing up your own ego when you believe this.
God does not choose people because they have some merit. He chooses the weak and the foolish to mock the people in the world who believe in their own strength and ability.
God chose Rahab the prostitute; Jesus was a carpenter, and Jesus' disciples were sinful men-tax collectors and uneducated men-fishermen. He set these men up against the religious authority of the day against the Chief Priest and the Pharisees who were thoroughly educated in God's Laws.

Isaiah 46:10
I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is none like me.
I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times,
what is still to come.
I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.

Do you think that God does what he does to make you live better and happier?
God does everything for his own glory because he cannot allow his name to be defiled. He does not do this to satisfy or pacify your selfish human sinful desires. Do you recognize that this is the God you claim you believe in?

Or do you think your worldly worth has bolstered you qualifications for salvation? If you must have confidence, have confidence in Christ. Why are you so pleased with yourselves. God delivers victory into our hands.

Do you think your merit has weight in God's sight? You've done work for God? You're supposed to do work for God!

God hates sinners. God is love, yes. But we've dimmed the other attribute of God which is as important, and as real. God is righteous. God hates all who does iniquity. If he is righteous, he must hate what is evil. If you love babies, you must hate abortions.

God loves us, yes. But because of his righteousness, we have aroused his wrath and his hatred. If God's love could cancel out his wrath and holiness, then he would not have to go to the trouble of having Jesus come down to die on the cross and suffer God's wrath on our behalf!

God's wrath and justice must be satisfied. For the wages of sin is death, we must die for our sins. However, there is a lamb, a pure sacrificial offering that is Jesus. Jesus took on God's wrath for us and paid for our sins in full. So our debts have been cleared in full if we believe in Jesus and hope in him.

But if you reject Jesus, do you think it would be fair for him to have died for you?
Your blood then will be on your own head and you will face God's wrath yourself this time.

You have better go read Romans.

I detest how churches evangelise and try to present the gospel in a tamer way that censors out the 'harsher' aspects of our God. If they believe, they would not have believed in the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob, but a god you have fashioned and tailored to increase your membership. You go on and on about God, but you have not known him.

Do you know that God knows you and everything that you think about? He reads your heart and knows what is inside. Isn't that scary?

Do you honestly think God is a judge who pardons freely? He is a judge who judges and passes sentences. What kind of man-made God have you been subscribing to? Certainly not the God in Scripture!

I have this to say to people who evangelise and try to save people.
The gospel is not a gospel of man, but of God. Whatever you do to evangelise is useless. Only God saves. You, you're just a loudhailer that must continue to shout his gospel out to the world. God makes people believe in the unbelievable.

The people who claim to believe after you've summarized the gospel for them are only believing in your concept of Jesus Christ, a Jesus Christ and a God who blesses and forgives indefinitely. The way you're making Jesus sound like an upgrade to someone's life is popular and not from God. Everybody would want this kind of God. Nobody would say no to living forever, as well as receiving gifts.
You are on the path to doom and bringing others down with you!
You cannot package the gospel or edit it, because the gospel is not from man.

2 Corinthians 13:5
Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith, test yourselves. Do you not realize that Christ Jesus is in you, unless of course, you fail the test?

God has already chosen his very elect. Jesus knows his sheep and his sheep hears his voice and knows him. Do not presume you've been saved because of something you've done. Nothing you do can save yourselves.

If the things I've said are very different from what you believe in, then you had better start reading the Bible properly, and not because you want affirmation or you want comfort from verses that gives you a warm fuzzy feeling.

The gospel is not the New Testament! It is the Old and New Testament. The real gospel will offend you because it speaks out against what you've been doing all this time!

I am not a model Christian, but a wicked and immoral human being who has recognized my own need for God's mercy and for Jesus Christ and I've been compelled to shout all of these out. Praise be to God.
For non-believers, if you've bothered to read, its not just angry banter.

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Finally, I think (but mostly hope) that Barack Obama will change the world for better.
The 'A' levels are extremely infuriating.

Please do not mistake my lack of eloquence for hard work elsewhere.
I just cannot marshall my mental workings into a simple language that is dense enough for the normal human being to comprehend and digest.
So in short, I blame my consideration and love for the common man for my silence.

I'm attentive towards the 2008 American Presidential race where I have absolute views for Obama, and against McCain. Several oceans away, I'm hoping that the younger, smarter man will win the highest office in the U S of A. If you disagree, I will not immediately dismiss you as stupid, but maybe listen to you for a really short bit.
I would instead point you to really go listen a bit to the debates.
McCain calls Palin a 'breath of fresh air'. I am going to vomit.

But my appetite has been salvaged by an American's remark that 'Sarah Palin should be in comedy, not economy'.

This whole affair has taught us that we should really keep our mouth shut about things we don't really know at all.

I also think that the Western world has poor understanding of the Orient, but wants to apply their ideas of liberty like a blanket throughout Asia, like they tried with democracy in Iraq.
They're smothering Asian qualities.

Otherwise, I'm concerned about the amount of muscle that is my bicep.

I'm thinking that a lot of Churches are mis-led; are misleading.

I think that the Opposition in Singapore have wrongful ideas and are simply not up to the task of governance. We have no time for trial and error, and all the Opposition have are ideas and promises.

I think that love is not selfish, and if selfishness is enmeshed with whatever feelings you're having now, it can't be love.

Lastly, people hear what they want to hear and see what they want to see.

I'm a Lamborghini that can go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.

You know how when you are on a bus, especially a crowded one, some person starts yelling at students and our supposed reluctance to move to the back of the class. I get really annoyed.
My annoyance is two-pronged. First, it is directed at these self-righteous members of the bus-riding populace targetting students. Second, it is also from the unwise students who do not move in and give the people in Category A ammunition.

I have a question: Why do people rile at students on the bus instead of older commuters like them who are also blocking the way and refusing to move in?

Strange isn't it? When we ride on the bus as students, there will sometimes be a loud-mouth who takes the onus upon himself to lecture us and yell for us to move. But when you take the bus at a slightly later time like about 0745, where all the uniformed students are gone and the bus is still crowded, and this time, the mess is made up of diverse people who are working adults or Polytechnic students. It would be even more crowded then, but nobody speaks up.

When we are uniformed and in a large group and have an identity, unlike the formless everyday strangers we have on public transport, we are glaring objects that can be hit if you wanted to throw something at us. We are also seen as juvenile, ignorant whereas they are learned and cultured and are qualified to give us correction.
And so, we are targetted.

I have this to say.
Students, please get smart fast. Just move in to the back. Before you get down, push and shove your way violently through all these hateful people who believe they are righteous.

Loud-mouths in Category A, you may yell at us students if I do see you yell at your adult bus-riders at 0745.



Image credit: http://www.objectsandpixels.com/indy/main?type=byDate&filter=March%202005


I took the picture from a site called Object and Pixels. I do hope they take it as a compliment and do not sue me. I really like the colour and relevance of this great artpiece to what I was saying above.


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I have a treatise on Women that was inspired by the females I've had the (mis)fortune to be around and live with. It is a rather broad category of people that have led to this.


To any feminist Internet watch-dog, I am not a chauvinist.
On the contrary, I love women-many of them in-fact, and agree that they are suitable for nurturing and leadership roles. But you will have to conceded that my treatise has some substance.


Here goes:

Women are the most difficult organism to fathom and to please. Every woman wants something different and the things they want have to, and are even more different at every different time.
Confusing?


They have a wider spectrum of moods which blossoms with no schedule and can morph to become furious, ferocious entities that are cousins to demons. Maybe even closer relatives.


They want men to understand them and share their thoughts but do not help them along.


They cry, they stomp, they scream, rage and shout. They have non-specific expectations, but specific demands that aren't specific enough for us.


They may laugh, they may simper, they may dazzle but it is questionable whether this smiling dazzling woman is the real woman you are getting or is it one of her many modes.
Women are scary.


They are a bundle of distress and trauma packaged beautifully to make up a friendly visual. The real contents slowly unfurl when you've embraced this gift.


Yet we are obligated and also programmed to love and desire them.


"Women, what do they want?"-Sigmund Freud allegedly, on his death bed.

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Managed to run again, with my new headset in place, which provided constant loud tunes and permitted no lapse in my resolve which prevented me from carrying out my runs like I intended to. I suspect I met a familiar person while I was out today.

It breaks my heart that I did not stop to exercise my good manners.
The pounding in my head, above my ears and the free perspiring was really feelgood.
Everybody should kick their own butts into action and really just run.

In parting,
Enjoy what's left of the evening.
If you have exams, I will not say foolish, vain hopeful words.
The results are directly proportional to the product of your natural intelligence and good old hardwork.
Good ol' hardwork needs to be of a higher magnitude, because our belief in our own natural intelligence incurs a deficit.

But while you toil, one important factor that contributes to our emotional stability and mental sanctity, you definitely must have humour. I am a generous contributor.

The Simpsons are an absolute funny.



I like this kinda funky tune. Induces a good mood.



This suggests that Hitler is the real owner of Manchester United.
I strongly insist you watch it.



Au revoir.

I shall endeavour to construct my post about the alphabet d.

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I was dreaming; I have been dreaming unreal things these few nights and they have made me eager to fall asleep, which I had trouble doing during the exam spell. I reminder writing once that dreams give direction; are unbridled expression of our less public-friendly illusions and also a mad cocktail of the most diverse things.

I enjoy dreaming, and sometimes before I go to sleep I try and focus on the scenes that I want to unfurl and play through the night.

I'll include narrative excerpts from some of my nighttime wanderings. If it's not palatable to you, you should move on.

Overhead, it seemed like a parting cloud had shifted into the line where the hostile sun beamed onto them. The quick grace of chill cleared some headiness and instigated the first boy to pedal harder. His skinny bike carried also his friend who was extremely uncomfortable, both physically and also in dignity, to have to ride pillion like this. He looked up and saw that a large silhouette almost as far away and the same size as the sun loomed over them. An invisible fist gripped the spot in his chest which he thought where his heart was. His hands went cold.

Hurry up, he told his friend and driver.
Shut up-I already am going faster, the pedaller said angrily.

The rider looked back at the giant form and realised that it was a bird, and it was not a harmless bird. Nothing funny about that. He already knew it was big bird, and a bird of prey. The thing veered nearer, and he saw that it was really BIG. Oh f-, he spent one word on cussing. Pedalling boy did not bother to respond, but grunted as he tried to shift both their weights into quicker movement.

The bird above screeched. It was loud, piercing and very illuminating. Pedalling boy spared one look and the sight of the large eagle-thing gave him new strength. The rider held on to him. There was nothing homosexual about their embrace.

What the hell is that, he shouted. An effing bird, he was shouted back at. Go for the void deck, he pointed, and the pedaller listened and turn into a small path leading into the dimmer void deck of the block of flats. They dove into the void deck, just as the bird plunged down onto them and missed. They saw huge talons which could wrap around both their waists combined hiss by them.
The talons touched on the pavement, and lightly pushed off again.

Shit, the first to get up said.
Shit, the one holding the bike handlebars agreed. They knew that the big bird couldn't get to them while they remained under the large block of flats and away from the outside. They slowly pushed the bike and snuck glances up at the sky. They only felt safe if the bird was in sight. Keeping track of the bird would be difficult, and the eagle-thing weaved in and out of view. They came to a break, where the road was uncovered by any shelter. They had to run across.

A food place was there, and the back door was okay. It was quite a long way to run, and they surely would be spotted and taken. But they had no choice. On three, they dashed across, the pedaller still not willing to let go of the bicycle. Its frame writhed and hit him over and over as he ran. Hurry, the rider said. Drop the bike. No, the other grunted and held on. A massive shadow blossomed over them. It was the eagle-thing. They were almost there.

The faster runner made it through and turned to see his friend still pulling his bike along. He reached and pulled his friend in, and the bike hit the small doorway and was rejected out. The pedaller plunged in and the talons scratched at the doorway, almost brushing them. The first one across took a basket of spoons and hurled it at the bird. SPOONS!? the biker screamed at his buddy. They ran.

They navigated through the network of HDB flat void decks, and each took the roles of watching out left and right for the talons. The talons which could separate themselves from themselves. Charming. They ran and ran and almost hit two girls. The girls turned and the rider saw that both of them were his classmates, and it was misfortune that they were in this also. Get away from the outside, he warned. Why, they asked. He pointed at the flying eagle-thing outside and some of their confusion cleared. They crossed under a shelter and reached the next block. The eagle-thing was more visible, and the rider drove the girls and his buddy across. On the next block, he saw more friends he knew and he shouted for them to stay down.

They almost refused, until the eagle-thing swooped and nearly made away with one of them. They shrunk towards the centre of the void deck with the chair and tables. The rider mused for a minute and decided that this was his dream. And in his dream he deserved control. He should have a shotgun. He thought for another second, and a long, stiff shotgun with two barrels was in his grasp. He took it, cocked it and walked calmly outside. His friends cried warnings, but he ignored them. He went out into the road and knelt, and took aim.
The eagle-thing came boldly, and he fired just once.
And it was over.

I woke up. The fear I felt was genuine and I never got to see the bird/eagle-thing really, but I suspected it was based on a Pokemon. Ah. I have a brilliant mind and a tendency for heroics even when I'm non-conscious.

The other night I dreamt that I was Arvil Lavinge's boyfriend, and she was giving an interview outside my house, and I was impatient for her to ditch the pesky reporters and come to me. I strive to amuse myself. If you are amused also along the way, then good for you. I need a hieroglyphics translator to decipher this long dreaming.
I'm not being deliberately cryptic, but dreams shed meaning, I guess (and hope).

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I think that in everyone of us, there is a dormant potential which we have not tapped into, and we must dig deep to unplug it. Once we've done it, we'll move mountains and part seas.

We need to master ourselves, and one route is self-denial. It's not denying that you haven't stolen a certain object, but rather not letting yourself gain access to gratification like that video games, like that short lapse of rest which all seems very inviting when you are caught up in the drudgery (work that is hard, menial, or tiresome) of work.

The things that are hard to do, cannot receive our numerous thoughts and considerations-'Should I do this? It's hard, yes. I'm not sure I can-' And then you falter. You must plunge yourself and dive into the thick of things.

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The thing that draws derision from me is the dismal state of delinquency today, where young punks turn their energies into rebelling against everything and most things. I might be prejudiced, but I've often seen loud-mouthed 14 year olds who walk with the air of invincibility. Every sentence they say will include an utterance of a swear word, which is neither used appropriately or artfully.

A horde of these people congregate and strut, backed by their numbers and engage in what the law enforcement will call, 'gang activity'. My view about them is terminal and I despise them. Everything about them is childish-their purpose, their methods, and their people. Wasting their lives, I call it. Squandering their youth.

These people are essentially cowards when alone and away from their comrades, would not dare to engage in their regular operations of starting and getting into fights.
I sometimes amuse myself by imagining that I am teaching some of them a lesson.
Not necessarily a physical one.

My words and opinion might be provocation, but I seriously doubt if they can decode the waffle and understand that I am being a severe critic about their functional ways. My sophistry is God-given and exclusive.

My solution to this gang problem:
Nab all these people and make them work for dough so they may be useful people who benefit the entire community, instead of causing disturbances. Turn them into good men with good sense. Not easy though.

On a side note since we've come to discussing this social problem, I'm a semi-elistist. I see the sense behind the elitist school of thought, but I also see that tact and compassion are missing in it. Worthiness can be measured by ability and credentials, but we miss out on the importance of a good heart that bolsters these good qualities a hundred-fold. Unfortunately, the heart cannot be seen clearly in a short time, because it is covered up by many layers of flesh and also a deceptive hologram that is the image we all project.

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I've been reading quite a bit these days and have been cowed by the literary prowess of Eoin Colfer and Dean Koontz and will have almost given up the idea of being a writer when I'm older. I've devoured Twilight Eyes, Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox, and Michael Crichton's NEXT. Perhaps they are the reason why I'm so talkative today.



I recommend the above books for a good read, but I suggest before you get your hands on The Time Paradox, you better read Eoin Colfer's prequels first. Google it-the Internet is powerful.



This maiden is Liu Yun, who's a model from China and starrs in the 2008 remake of the Duke of Mount Deer as Mu Jian Ping. Me thinks she's really cute.

I will not talk about weights training today, because we all need some time off to stay fresh and excited all over again.

I've lost steam, and I think its justified because I've said a lot.
I only have the following references for you to peruse and hopefully enjoy and laugh.

This is from Who's Line is it Anyway?
Wayne Brady is singing a song in MJ style.



This is a compilation of great Hoedowns.



This is for people who are familiar with the Terminator story and also Jesus' story.



This is a really cool acapella group in the University of Oregon.



Finis.

I think I count on people to inspire me, or to rouse me into activity.
This post is stirred by Crystal's blog, though it cannot be said that we deal with the same subject matter.

We, comprising of Jeremy, Dicky, Crystal and myself, had a slightly less unhealthy lunch at SUBWAY eat flesh. I don't use the label 'healthy' because it is off the mark. People are misled by the associations of sandwiches being health food because of the green lettuce and capsicum, and the bright red tomatoes. It's just decoration.

Decoration misles. We get drawn away from the real content as a result of this. I myself think that the link between SUBWAY and make-up is rather faint, but I will lend this opportunity to talk about make-up. Make-up is also decoration, but it is meant to eccentuate and not cover up, ain't it. So I think it is horrible if people (not only females use make-up) become reliant on make-up and are afraid to venture outdoors without it.

The four of us talked about so many broad topics. We first began with religion, and strayed to race, and then the difference between guys and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (I resolve to watch the sitcom.) We talked about sex, which strangely was brought on by Crystal's 'innocent' remark on wanting to check out Geylang's red light district.

I recommend that you be extremely bold or prepare a disguise before you head on down, in case a local newspaper that is widely read decides to do a feature on prostitution and snaps a picture with an 80% identifiable you on the spread.

Jeremy is super impressive in keeping things that should not be revealed, not strictly secrets. But please do not hound him with your problems, because he could be overwhelmed. He made me laugh severely with his jab at Crystal about bestiality. I remember I made a jibe at Dicky about him being a girl also. It's a small bit of payback.

It was not a bad way to spend some hours and in such company.

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I think I am beginning to lean towards moderation, like what Jane Austen seems to advocate and also that fellow in 'Enemy of the People'. I think he is called Aslaksen.
This applies to my views on ethics and also with respect to the divide of the Church between charismatic and not-as-charismatic. Taking a pronounced stand exposes you to more hits.

Also, I'd better not broadcast my views about any violently debatable issue in case I pursue politics in future, which seems viable because my sister says I'm a scheming asshole with a penchant for power plays and all that. Because if I am like a Presidential candidate who at firsts express support for something as big as the war in Iraq and then change my mind when the war turns bad later, I wouldn't be a very credible would I?
But then again, voters, uneducated voters have goldfish memory.

I might be growing timid. I now prefer to suppress divisiveness until it is too late.
Timidity is an appendage of age?

I go against the above when now I wonder-what is our concept of (a) God?
It seems like we want a God who doesn't limit our activities and safeguards us, while granting us wishes. This God we want will have to understand and adopt our perspective and fuel our lifestyle and beliefs which are unique, erractic and very human (undivine).
So I conclude we want a fairy godmother and not a God.

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I gave my new observation to Megan over the weekend, and it probably is harsh and unkind.
I think that people are all rotten; it's just how much we can bear the stench.

But I think it is fundamentally accurate, because few people can tolerate each of our individual eccentricites like putting back the toilet seat, capping the toothpaste, flatulence, the way we speak and gesticulate etcetera unless they love us. Or they have the allele for resistance to these sort of things.

I strangely have nothing to offer to people who are sports-orientated.
Maybe the Olympic games and regular training has saturated my interest and inhibits my expression.

I now want strong shoulders.



So I would be able to do this.



I love the tranquility at night. It's a shame that we are diurnal.



This is a new article that is called the Lamborghini Reventón. It's the most powerful Lamborghini car to date and costs 1 million euros. Only 20 cars will be released for sale, they say. The internal components are directly taken from the Murcielago LP640, but the exterior is inspired by the F-22 Raptor.

We mortals will not be able to take possession of it, so our only next available course of action would be to gawk.
I believe this is the same with some females also.