my world is a flood
and slowly i become one with the mud

I FEEL LIKE SHIT!

i dont want to interact with others now. i could shut up all day long and be fine with it. otherwise, you hear me speaking really slowly and in a really low voice and with a really low volume and you'll know smth's wrong with me. when i cannot be bothered answering or talking properly as opposed to my uber loud and fast and whatever normal pace. yup. touch me, and die.

i detest school quite a bit. i'm praying and hoping that this term will fly by. like really, fly by.

it would be great if i had an apartment of my own now. i dont care how messy it is, so long as i have the keys and my car or smth, then i can drive myself out to some uluated place and be a loner. hahahahhahha! funness.

i want a hug. i'll hug a penguin.

ce suo zai na li?

lift me up; i need You to hold me
and keep me from drowning again

for some reason, all the posts that i previously wanted to post on this blog, WON'T POST. i wrote a long one last night. but it screwed up.

oh well.

i just pwned this kid for giving me mouth. stupid boy thinks he's smarter and cooler than the rest of the world [no, jon, it's not the depressed one].

best part is, i did it the really scary way. sarah knows it, i think. the way where i'm really calm, and smiling, and i'm not rude or anything, but i'm still shutting him down. it makes people uncertain, and they always end up changing the subject.

boy asks "have you been snowboarding before?"
kim says "no, but i've been skating"
"skating is for wimps"
"XD i take it you've never been before."
"many times in KL"
"^^ you good at it?"
"so-so la."
"can't say it's for wimps if you can't do it well yourself XD"
"wanna bet? i skate three hours a day"
"and you're still so-so? those people skate three hours a week, and they're pro. isn't that nice?"

silence.

"means the people who can skate well are less of a wimp than you, doesn't it? ^ ^"
"snowboarding's cool"

i really dislike kids who think they're better than everyone else. show offs.

"you fallen before?"
"got slammed into the wall twice"
"huh. twice? that's nothing. try 23 times."
"wow, really. i think there's a problem there if you let yourself get slammed 23 times."

he shuts up then.

that's what you get for being snotty. ok, so not everybody is as evil as i am. but still, trying to be smart [when you're not] won't get you anywhere. being stupid when you aren't won't either.

best use all your intelligence, however much or little you have. doesn't mean that if you're smart you're gonna flaunt it cause that's annoying. but acting dumb's annoying too. modesty is fine [jon needs to cut down a bit tho].

harry and i keep each other in check, which is a blessing in disguise. may we continue to smack each other whenever we get too assholic.

look at this shot. just look at it. enlarge it. ADMIRE IT.

how pro does that look?! a 16 year old schoolgirl took that. (everybody, my godsis, danielle koh wei zhi) and thats singapore. and THATS GORGEOUS. thats competition-worthy okay. like, ARGH!?

its alright, i'm resigned to the fact that there are people who are better than me around, and i'm absolutely cool with that. i'm not so competitive as to compare myself to everyone and stress out when i suck by a considerable margin behind that, though thats stereotypically singaporean.
i guess so long as you do your best for Him in all you do, though it may not be as good as someone else's, so long as you give off your best shot, He knows. just like the parable of the talents, you will receive your due reward at the end (: [u.richard + parable of the talents = pressure-sarah-tool. fairly traumatic.]

i love going around without a handphone XD less things to carry = less things to be responsible of = i'm of less value. and also that means that my friends have got to be uber punctual and all XD and that i've gotta make thorough plans when meeting friends downtown. anyway, after having a phone, you realise there's no big deal about it, so life without a handphone after that is pretty okay (: i remember i used my phone till the last minute before i boarded the plane to perth on the afternoon of jan 16th. about 26 final msgs in there.. still remember the ones from jon, went smth like this:

me: phwoar..everyone in the car's nagging at me.. surround sound man
jon: sound? surround nagging more like it..

yup. occasionally i'll read through the whole bunch of msgs again.. most unfortunately, my act-smart cousin jaron, who is really uncorrupted and innocent, tried hacking into my sim card and failed miserably, LOCKING MY CARD and thus losing the msgs. oh well. God let that happen.

i wanna go back to rotto.
i wanna watch arrested development.
i wanna get term 2 over and done with.
i wanna go to church camp.

i really need a hand warmer. humans appreciatted.

God only knows what i'll be without You

ytd was one fun day. tiring, no doubt, but it was all good.

despite waking up at 3.30am, surviving on barely 4 hours of sleep (meh, did that before) and eating probably just one meal, i did it. it was uber fun though (jon: TANDEM TANDEM). i have to go back there again man, enjoy the quiet and scenary in quietness. and obviously i'll have to grab some reasonably tall, strong guy (so i can slack off while tandem-ing. i'm not gonna cycle alone on that island man. it'll kill me. still, jon did a really good job eh, first lugging me half the way and then jenny.. what a champ. shld've seen us when we first started though, almost crashed HAHA

my butt and shoulders ache. somehow, my thighs dont. and i just woke up an hour ago and i feel like sleeping again...

i was lying in bed last night thinking of the day's adventure. the road we travelled on bike was sometimes flat, sometimes uphill, and other times, downhill. there were times when the uphill climb was so steep, we had to get off our bikes and walk it. cycling on your own, i reckon, is tougher than cycling with someone else on a tandem [easy for me to say, i was the back person, but lets leave that out for now..]. and i liken this situation to that of a christian's walk. sometimes the road is flat, pretty mundane, neither-here-nor-there; sometimes its an uphill climb, where obstacles come our way, trials, temptations, and its a struggle to reach the top; and when you finally reach the top, that's your reward, the downhill slope, where the breeze just whips you and the beautiful view just makes everything you did worthwhile, just like the reward you will receive at the end of the day when God judges you for your work.

and when the hill gets so steep and we cant do it on our own, all we have to do is admit that we are weak, (dont try to act strong and do it just to save face) get off, and let God help you up to the top. obviously cant stress how important friends are, to support, encourage and motivate one another through the toughest times, and to share the joy and reward at the end. awesome stuff.

its all about perserverance. that ride was a test of perserverance. so dont ask me if i wanna switch bikes.

i have to go back there again. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE SCREAM-AT-THE-OCEAN-AS-THOUGH-WE'RE-MANIACS THING?!

i wanna sleep. i need a shoulder.

i see a hill. first song i sing: God be merciful to me.

had a bit of a car accident.

the little white corolla stops at the traffic light, the driver is watching the lights, passenger is humming a Michael Learns To Rock song, back seat passenger is playing with her Motorola.

then we're hit from behind, hard. not one of those little bumps, it's actually a massive BAM. took me a while to realize that it was something ramming us from behind. i just thought, ok, to be honest, i thought the car was being stupid.

it only hurt a bit, tho, thank God, and the driver of the van that hit us was more worried about the people in our car more than anything. he gave my friend a hundred bucks [which he had to draw form the ATM]. i went outside to check out the damage... and, ok, no smashed metal, no broken tail lights.. but the whole back bumper came off. it didn't fall off entirely, but it was just hanging there.



it's all good.

thank God it wasn't a truck.

i've got stuff to blog about, but somehow everytime i start i end up deleting the whole chunk of text. harharhar.

i've gotta wake up at 6.30 tmr!!!

lalalala. last night's idiot-grinning activities havent really stopped. imagine me going :D:D:D:D all day long. scary!!!

i wanna sleep.

NO ONE TOLD ME THAT WAS JUPITER AND ITS MOONS. and seriously, the people at the observatory shld really hand out torches to everyone so we wouldnt be paranoid about falling face down. and i want that laser too XD

SATURN IS SO CUTE!!!! and the stars are just brilliant. no doubt looking at them through a telescope's magnificient, but somehow i just like looking at the vast sky without any aid whatsoever. (spectacles are an exception) i really am against technology and manmade stuff arent i.

i'm going back to make good use of my half price deal. ANYONE TO FOLLOW? i need a driver.. i promise i wont terrorize you by making stupid eerie noises my bro did.

only You, are my strength and my tower
fill my life with Your power
as i stand here in awe of You

how creative is God, exactly?

He creates each and every one of us as individual as we are, none of us are the same, though we may be similar in some aspects. we have unique fingerprints, tongue prints and what-have-you, even though there are billions of us since the beginning, how amazing is it that we have our own unique and special identity.

and we're not the only special ones around. even snowflakes have their own extraordinary designs.

"A cast of a snowflake shows the crystal's intricate pattern and delicate form. Like human fingerprints, no two snow crystals are identical. Among all the countless flakes that have fallen from the skies, no two with exactly the same size, pattern, and number of water molecules have ever been found."

how amazing is that?

after 5 days of running up and down, i finally get my break.

not for long. the kids (i was tempted to type brats) came over in the morning along with their folks to sort out our electricity problem. jaron is convinced that i've earned myself a fan in the form of audrey. is that meant to be good?

i've gotta do housework, schoolwork [science -_-. KimberNerd, it's all your fault] and pianowork today. not much of a break is it.

i'm happy that: the internet is working. or i will fuse like that fuse that fused.

penguins rock.

i dont feel right.

*falls off the chair, rebounds off the floor, breaks my spinal cord and backbone and promptly falls asleep*

my heart is as dark as the soul sodden with winter rains
Lord, brighten my heart

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon his cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
******

Thank You, Jesus.

Black beauty and the six midgets

With a guest star appearance by Superman

Starring:

Jon as Black beauty

Sarah as Feisty the midget

Kim as Greedy the midget

Jess as Bashful the super-midget

Casper as Sleepy the midget turtle

Amy as Noisy the midget

Leon as Grumpy the midget

Karina as Evil stepmother

Ken as Superman

DISCLAIMER: this story is entirely fictional, borne of the delusions of mike, and fed by the people that read it. Read, but no offence to anyone, because all events, characters, and locations are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life events, characters, and locations is purely coincidental… YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

There once lived a very interesting little boy. His name was Black Beauty, but everybody called him Jon. He lived in the village of Wesley, which wasn’t a particularly lovely village.

But, Jon was a rather bright kid, and everybody looked to him as a mentor. Every Tom, Dick, Harry, and indeed, every Kanye, looked to him for help and advice. Whether it was to fix a car, or to deliver the baby of a cow, Jon was the woman to see. He was always eager to help, and had this annoyingly cheesy grin on his face at all times.

But all was not what it seemed. For though the villagers of Wesley looked up to him, and thought of him as their MVP, Jon himself had a pretty sucky family life. He lived with his evil stepmother, who was not unlike the one in the children’s fairytale Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Not only did Jon have to cook, clean, and even take care of his two stepsisters and their ugly, hairless little Chihuahuas, he was constantly abused by the evil stepmother.

The stepmother had a shrink – something very common in the village of Wesley, seeing as most people living there were psychotic in some way. She told the shrink all her problems, including her desperation to be the center of attention. Her need to be needed, and her lifelong dream of becoming the queen of the world.

The shrink diagnosed her with having a severe inferior complex, and told her that she would never get over it until she banished the things that were superior to her. So Karina had the Chihuahuas dognapped, arranged for something mysterious to happen to Oprah, and also [just as a safety measure] had Jon sent to The Woods.

Jon thought this was really great, his stepmother taking him along to The Woods to pick Poisonberry. He saw it as a chance to bond with her. Man, he’s so innocent, it hurts your teeth to look at him. So he didn’t find it suspicious when Karina said she needed to go take a piss. When she didn’t come back after 45 minutes, he came to the conclusion that the piss had become Number 2, and continued picking Poisonberries. When Karina didn’t come back after 6 hours, Jon started to worry. He worried that he had gone too far away for her to find him, and he felt bad. So as punishment to himself, he ate three Poisonberries.

They tasted good, so he ate another three. And another, and another. He began a frenzy of picking Poisonberries from the bushes around him, cause they tasted so damn good. Until…

“HEY, STOP HOGGING THE POISENBERRIES!!!”

He turned around to find… nothing. But he felt someone staring at him accusingly, and immediately looked down at his feet in shame. He was shocked, however, to find that there was this HORRIFIC little thing staring up at him from the ground. His first thought was “AAAAAH!!! A DEMON FROM HELL!!!” before realizing that it was just a very ugly midget.

“Oh, hello there, err… mad- sir? I mean, miz, err… no?” he couldn’t quite figure out if the midget was male or female, because it was so ugly.

“Why are you eating my berries, huh?” the ugly midget demanded. “You wanna start something, you thief? DID YOU JUST CALL ME SHORT? Think I can’t take you on? I’ll show you, BRING IT ON!!!”

Jon was confused. All he had said was “hello” and the midget had suddenly launched into a monologue of… he didn’t know what.

There was a rustling in the bushes. “What are you making all this noise about, kim?” somebody asked.

The ugly midget yelled back “This asshole’s stealing my berries. I need them. You know what happens when you don’t eat? YOU DIE!!!”

A figure stepped out of the bushes, and Jon screamed. “AAAAAH!!! MORE MIDGETS.”

“WHAT DID YOU CALL US???” the new midget demanded. “you think you’re so big? Huh? You wanna fight? YOU WANNA?? I CAN TAKE YOU ON ANY DAY.”

“who’s making all the noise, now, sarah?” kim asked smugly.

“CAN YOU LOT JUST SHUT UP??” a voice boomed from beyond the bushes. “SOME of us are actually trying to WORK here.” A scrawny midget with an impossibly small guitar popped up out of nowhere. He was carrying a mini amp, too.

“You? Working? LIKE HELL, LEON!!” sarah yelled back.

“Please stop fighting,” a soothing, lilting female voice said. A baby walked out from behind the bushes. Jon realized that she wasn’t a baby, she was just a… a… a SUPER MIDGET!!!

The super midget spoke again. “You nearly woke Casper up. and you know what he’s like when he’s awake.”

“As long as Amy doesn’t start talking, I’m fine,” Leon declared.

Jon’s head was spinning. He was six feet tall and he was surrounded by creatures that barely reached his knees. “STOP TALKING YOU LITTLE… PEOPLE!!!” he yelled. “I’m getting a headache.”

“that’s actually cause you ate all those Poisonberries,” kim said, just before Jon collapsed to the ground in an epileptic fit.

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When he woke, Jon found himself in a quaint little cottage that smelled like burnt apples. “Where… where am i?” he asked sleepily. “And why is there a little person sleeping next to me?”

“Oh, that’s just Casper,” the midget he recognized as Sarah said. “Don’t worry about him, he’s always sleeping. In fact, you should worry when he’s NOT sleeping.”

Jon nodded. Not knowing what else to say. He noticed that kim was trying to wrestle a chicken drumstick from Leon in a corner of the room. Leon was banging the mini guitar on kim’s hugegantic head. Jess was talking softly to another midget who was replying very loudly in a voice that sounded like it could break a thousand windows – from thirty miles away.

Sarah spoke. “so you wanna stay here or run back to the ugly woman that abandoned you and left you to eat 30 poisenberries?”

Jon gave this some thought. In fact, he sat on the bed next to the sleeping Casper for six whole seconds before coming to his decision. “I’ll stay, thanks” he said.

“Good,” sarah said, “cause we really need somebody to do the cooking while we’re not around. Kim tried barbecuing chicken drumsticks just then, and ended up burning apples instead. That’s kim over there, getting smashed by leon’s guitar.”

Jon nodded. “Who’s the one that can’t stop giggling?” he asked.

“That’s amy.”

At that moment, Amy heard her name and skipped her way over to Jon. “Oooh!!! Is he a new toy? Can I pull his hair? *yanks* COOL!!! His hair comes off. *yanks again*.”

“OWW!!! Get off me you little imp!!!” Jon says.

“GASP!! You called me an imp. THAT’S SO HURTFUL. WAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Great,” Leon said. “the new guy’s an idiot,” he continued, as he spread the remains of kim all over the floor. “What?” he asked, seeing Jon’s expression. “it dries faster this way. Something to do with the larger surface area.”

So Jon lived with these six weird midgets. He stayed at home and cooked all the food. He didn’t need to do any laundry because the midgets only had one set of clothes anyway. He liked life with them. They were joyously eccentric, and everyday was a new adventure. He never knew when he was gonna get whacked over the head by Leon, yelled at by Sarah, or get his dinner [that HE cooked] stolen by Kim. He also gained a new responsibility – giving Amy voice lessons so that she could channel her vocals into something less destructive.

Casper, however, took some getting used to. He was found to be asleep all over the house, and Jon tripped over him several times during the first few days of his stay there. Casper slept everywhere, and somehow managed to shift locations every three hours, without ever waking up. Jon once had to drag the little midget out of the oven where he was using a couple of French loaves as bolsters.

So life went on, until one day… Karina knocked on the door. No, she wasn’t trying to poison him with an apple; that kind of stuff only happens in fairytales. She had, sadly, been shunned from the deranged village of Wesley when the villagers had found her guilty of disposing of the wondrous boy named Black Beauty, and she had been reduced to selling insurance door-to-door.

“Care to buy insurance, me dear boy?” she cackled through the window.

Jon, who suffered from short term memory, opened the door to the insurance woman, who instantly recognized him as the one who had brought her from a vain, silly woman to a salesperson earning her own living.

She got mad, and flew at Jon, only to find herself thrown backwards by a massive force… around her ankles. Jon gasped, for the unseen force was… wait for it, wait for it… CASPER THE MIDGET TURTLE. Casper the midget turtle had saved Jon by body slamming Karina into the wall and then spinning her around like one of them sticks those wushu people spin up above their head to look cool. Amazingly, he had managed to stay asleep the whole time.

Suddenly, the house was full of the midgets who had come home from a hard day working at the button factory. Kim was actually eating a handful of buttons, occasionally giving one to Sarah, who was trying to strangle Amy. They all froze when they saw the body of Karina lying on the ground there.

“Can we eat her?” someone asked.

Then, there was the loud blaring of tacky superhero music, and some dude in a Superman costume appeared at the doorway, striking a Superman pose with one hand on his hip, and the other pointing upwards, head looking out into the distance.

“You’re too late buddy,” Leon said. “Casper already beat the bad guy up.”

“Aww, man…” Superman said. “And I finally got my entrance right.”

“there there, Ken,” jess said, patting him on the back.

Superman started. “How did you know it was me? AHEM, I mean… my name is SUPERMAN. I know nothing about this ‘Kenneth’ that you speaketh of. Now, I shall fly off into the sunset. Where is the damsel in distress, that I may spirit her away to safety with me?”

Deformed midget fingers pointed at Jon.

“Err… maybe another day,” Superman said as he jogged off into The Woods, bringing his music with him.

So Jon was left to live with the six odd midgets forever and ever. And they all lived happily… for the next three minutes, cause that was how long it took for everyone to realize that Sarah had burnt the dinner… again.

i could sing unending songs of how You saved my soul

today, by normal standards, should have been classified a shitty day. yet sarah-ann lee's got a screw loose *drops screw on the floor, choreographed by my bro [remember that kim?]* and she's weirdly happy despite everything. HAH! looney XD

i see someone pointing to the happy song XD

in 20 min i've gotta go slog my butt off for eng. thank goodness i screwed up my science test today so i dont have to worry about it tmr (feels so good to reaffirm the fact that you're failing). hahahhaha. i'm still weirdly happy. i suspect i'll need to power nap somewhere along the line.. lalalla.

the view outside is awesome. i'm just too lazy to go out and capture the clouds. i wanna take a picture in the sand. got plenty of chances to do that down south i guess..i'll go pick seashells too x) and make sianjiun follow me much to his dismay. HAHAHA. its like i've mastered the art of exploitation. close to it anyway. i'm better at penguin-waddling and penguin hits HAHA.

so random this post is! even the words arent properly structured XD hahahhaha.


possibly one of the best shots i took of city lights unknowingly. i like it. the other times i tried it turned out horribly. bleh.
the most anticipated event of the year: GMC camp 2006. i cannot wait.

don't let my love grow cold; i'm calling out, light the fire again

blue gum rec centre. err.. one saturday. i wanna play soccer. suddenly, i feel like playing soccer.

holidays are coming up. don't know if i'm gonna choose to bum, or go out. i wanna play soccer. with someone who sucks equally as bad as me [hard to find]. either that or someone who's good and has extreme patience. or at least doesn't care that i suck.

manchester united changed sponsors. no more vodafone.

penguins are cute.

yes.. as we all know, today is ms kimberley chieng's birthday. (cant you tell i'm trying to be nice?)

happy birthday, mike. you're old. sorry bout the cream though, it wasnt meant to make a mess outta your jumper.

anyway. i used the Canon EOS 350D digital SLR today. it is the most wonderful piece of photographic equipment i have ever touched and i love it to absolute bits. wanna know smth? it costs A$1600. but that thing is awesome eh. man.

my grandma's coming today!! good news: we get deliciously mouth-watering food along the lines of chai tau kway, nasi lemak, LAKSA, meesiam and the likes. bad news...well um. there isnt really any. and i have a feeling i'll be relieved of my dishwashing duties HAHA. that was terribly mean.

5 more days of school and the teachers still wont relent. in fact, they continue to give us work.

easter next week!! and the wonderful holidays... i refuse to do ANY work in the hols. except maybe labour and toil for my $1.6k treasure.

i have no self-discipline whatsoever.

happy 5th april everyone (:

i just had my satisfying bowl of maggi mee i've been craving for all day. twas was good.

now i'm trying to resist that wonderful thing i baked ytd. i must admit, its GOOD. maybe i'll bake it again next week just for the sake of eating it. maybe i'll feel generous and give it away for easter XD i really feel like doing that eh. i feel like eating it more. unfortunately...

kim was being more retarded than usual. first she took my stuffing and stuffed it under her jumper in an attempt to look like the typical fake pregnant woman, cept she looked more like a penguin than anything else XD then she did her penguin waddle. and looked even more convincing.

then came amy's rabbit...HAHAH. you have got to put photos up, kimber XD

I WANNA WATCH MARCH OF THE PENGUINS!!!! and see adorable things that i really wanna hug walk across the screen and reduce me to some sorta fangirl squeal. i admit thats traumatizing, but let me assure you, that only happens when i see really nice things. cute guys are not included.

lalallalalla i'm gonna pick at my product again.