two guys and a missing girl

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

sometimes i just don't see the point in growing up.

we can't handle our shit now, no way we can take what's coming.

but i suppose if we were all given tests on life before we grow older, nobody would get past 13.

i see all my friends going through a whole range of different angsty problems. you name it, someone i know probably has it.

and i know it's important to stay in tune with life and everyone else around me. but sometimes it just gets so hard to keep up. it's easier to just not give a shit.

i have a feeling harry's going through some shit [trust me, it translates].

i don't believe anyone can get past their teenage years unscathed. those that think they do are just lucky it didn't leave scars.

it's funny how you can grow old but never grow up. kinda how you can love someone and hate them at the same time.

i turn 16 next week.

so why do i still feel 9?

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

to give without expecting anything in return.
to feel the hurt of all those i've hurt.
to be sensitive.
to be alone.
to battle with the voices in your head.
to rely on no one else but Him.
to be stripped bare.
to be changed.


i so hate consequences/

broken, i run to You for Your arms are opened wide

Monday, March 26, 2007

SENSITIVE.
having acute mental or emotional sensibility; aware of and responsive to the feelings of others.

being the lazy bum i am i just typed sensitive into the mozilla address bar and i came to a page called The Highly Sensitive Person.

apparently 15-20% of the population has that trait.

anyway. today was a bittersweet day. loved the weather. this is what autumn should be like.

BITTERSWEET.
both pleasant and painful or regretful

i'm into defining things up before my econs essay.

lalalalalalala. meh.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

i wanna leave a legacy
how will they remember me?
did i choose to love?
did i point to You enough to make a mark on things?
i wanna leave an offering
a child of mercy and grace who blessed Your name unapologetically
and leave that kind of legacy

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Tom's in our garage right now.

He's injured.

He's been our friend since sunday.

Tom really loves us (:

He's got a severe case of diarrhoea though. He shits so much.

We saved him on sunday. We let him go on monday morning. By night he was at our door step. And he shitted there. My brother slammed the door at him. He sorta disappeared.

I opened the door this morning to see a lot more shit on our doorstep. Tom was walking around outside.

Dad and Mum wondered where Tom went. They thought something happened to him. I knew he'd come back and wait at our doorstep again.

I was right.

Now its prancing around in our garage. He seems quite happy there. We've grown to like him (:

Except tomorrow, the garage is gonna be decorated with pigeon shit everywhere.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

i cant string a proper line of words together. i am unable to describe how i'm feeling now.

so i'll let someone else do it for me.

i'm lost. i cant even muster the strength to say, rargh.

i'm not depressed.

Friday, March 16, 2007

we are forms of all the things we love.

i find that statement particularly true. i see that in me, some of the things i say are influenced by others. you hear someone that you're close to say it all the time and it starts to grow on you, and you 'inherit' bits and and pieces of their speech. some of the things they do rub off you and you also carry out those actions.

knowingly or unknowingly, there is a little part of our loved ones in all of us. even their values and beliefs, attitudes, speech, are reflected in us.

by the same token, we've got Jesus living in each and every one of us. i wonder how many of us actually look at each other and really go, i see Jesus living in you! in the same way, we do reflect aspects of God's character? and what He's like in our lives..as long as we keep walking with Him step by step all the way.

i'm confused. i'm lost, but saved. i'm searching, but found. i'm..desperate for mercy. i know i'm alright, safe in the hands of God, but i know i'm not alright too.

brains kinda stopped functioning. not making sense.

Father You are King over the flood
i will be still, know You are God

Monday, March 12, 2007

i so know how you feel harry.

when you wish all it takes is one nice hug.

hard to find those around these days.

quantity does not equal quality, and never will.

sometimes the difference is like that between a penguin and a trout.

Jesus, be the centre

Jesus, be the centre

fry.
dry.
cry.
die.

i want (and really need), to be right again.

i want a nice long talk.

..and i want another big, nice, penguin hug =)

Thursday, March 08, 2007

what a short, short week. it consisted of:

  1. a public holiday, spent mugging.
  2. a high from the last weekend, which was simply awesome and amazing. and filled with really good food (chap goh meh dinner...mmm)
  3. 2 early morning tests, one of which was pretty horrible while the other was pretty alright. (not speaking too soon though, results might prove otherwise)
  4. dissing tze chiang all week due to his ridiculously high score and incredibly smart brain. he's now known as Tze Brain. (hahaha..stupid pun. actually its pretty good XD)
  5. terrible physics lessons as usual. i really cant take much more of the bad-science-teacher curse.
  6. just 3 days of proper lessons, seeing the physics desalination thing's gonna give us the whole day off tmr.
  7. listening to people talk about their problems
  8. me unknowingly making someone happy by talking
  9. quite a lot of slacking
  10. really really hot days. and really really fried brains.
thats it for my list this week. cant wait to go play some tennis. its an itch.

lol, this blog's finally more alive XD

i like this. READ!

i loveeeeeeeeee weekends :D

Monday, March 05, 2007

why do people come to me to sort out their relationship problems. esp someone who i'm not so willing to help, who i dont really know what his true intentions are, who i'm not really sure if what i help him with will be beneficial for her, whether this is what she wants.

i'm really starting to think guys are a pain too. if anyone thought that girls are more emotional and whatnot in a relationship, i'm really starting to think that guys are performing pretty well when it comes to that too.

a supremely hot week, decorated with 2 period zero tests and a desalination plant. gorgeous!

God is awesome. i loveeeeee my youth. i love God. amazing what He's doing amongst us. gotta keep praying and praising!

I NEED TO HUG A PENGUIN!

mike, dont stress. you're gonna pass, trust me.

its gonna be a fun, fun week (:

Text Box: Back to topSleepy Beauty

Based on the Disney rendition of Sleeping Beauty

A long time ago, there lived a king and a queen. They weren’t king and queen of any particular region, they were just… a king and a queen.

They had a baby. This baby was a boy. So he was a prince. Right after the birth, the midwife asked the queen what he was to be named, and she said this: “Many the months have I carried this – oww, it hurts – child, many the weeks have I – aaah, painful – been fat for him, many the hours have I been in – aaaargh – unbearable pain to birth him, thus he shall be christened Christiano – AAAH! SHIT PAINFUL EH – Ronaldo.”

And so, the prince was proudly named Christiano Ah-Shit-Painful-Eh Ronaldo. This was, of course, a mouthful, and the queen was forever embarrassed for having given the child such an unseemly name, so he became known as ‘Casper’ for short.

One day, when Casper was about three years old, his parents brought him to a party. It was in a castle, and it was being thrown by another king and queen in celebration of the birth of their baby daughter.

His father brought him to see the baby in the cot, and Casper thought she was the weirdest looking lump of pink he had ever seen. He was much more interested in what happened afterwards.

The fairy godmothers had arrived and were waving their glittery sticks around, giving the princess boring gifts like ‘beauty’ and ‘kindness’ and stuff, when this really cool lady in black suddenly appeared. There was a lot of purple smoke, and a huge bang, and that impressed Casper immensely.

The lady in black did a lot of talking very loudly then. Casper didn’t really remember it all, but he knew that she was pissed about not having been invited to the party. Casper wanted to tell her it wasn’t that fun anyway, but he kept his mouth shut because the lady was starting to talk even louder. At the end of her really long speech, she waved her stick, but no glittery stuff came out. And then she told everyone that the princess would die of poking one day.

Casper thought all this was very interesting, and couldn’t understand why the mum and dad of the princess started crying. Then the last fairy godmother waved her glittery stick and told everyone the princess wouldn’t die but would go to sleep until some dude woke her up. Casper thought it wasn’t very nice of her to spoil the gift that the purply-smoke lady had given the princess, but he forgot about the whole thing when he fell asleep.

The years passed and Casper grew up. He kept growing up, up, and up until he was quite a bit taller than everyone else. He wished he could grow a little outwards, however, because he looked a bit like an upside down golf club.

Text Box: Back to topOne day, he had a fight with his father. The king wanted him to marry a girl called Karina, but all he wanted to do was to play hackey sack with a Milo ball all day, so he rode his bright shining white horse away into the forest.

He stopped by the river to rest after a while, and that was when he heard it.

“…I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that gleam in your eye is so familiar a gleam…”

It was a girl’s voice singing. And he was drawn to the music. He left his horse and made his way through the trees, seeking out the source of that voice. He finally saw her, a girl with long dark hair, fair skin, and small eyes. She was dancing as she sang, and Casper couldn’t figure out how she managed to skip and pirouette like that while still putting out the laundry.

He knew the wisest course of action was to just turn around and mind his own business. But for some reason, he really wanted to burst into song with her. He didn’t know the song she was singing, so he sang the only song that came to mind.

“I WONDER HOW, I WONDER WHY,

YESTERDAY YOU TOLD ME ABOUT THE BLUE, BLUE SKY,

BUT ALL THAT I CAN SEE

IS JUST A YELLOW LEMON TREE!!!”

The princess was startled, and danced away into the forest. But Casper danced his way after her, and eventually, the princess slowed down and turned to look at him. Then, miraculously, she sang…

“I’M TURNING MY HEAD, ROUND AND ROUND,

I’M TURNING, TURNING, TURNING, TURNING, TURNING AROUND,

AND ALL THAT I CAN SEE

IS JUST ANOTHER LEMON TREE!!!”

And they formed an instant bond. But the girl had to go back to the three aunts she lived with, and so Casper rode home, still humming the song under his breath.

The next day, he went back to the forest, and he came upon a house. In this house, there were three short ladies. One was blue, one was pink, and the other green. They were named Barah, Parah, and Garah respectively.

All of them were crying. Casper immediately tried to back out of the house. He didn’t like crying people. Or laughing people. Or just people in general. But the three short ladies grabbed him and hauled him into the house.

“YOU HAVE TO HELP US!!!” they screamed. “YOU HAVE TO SAVE HER.”

Text Box: Back to topCasper was very afraid. Apparently short women could be very scary at times. So he listened to what they had to say. They told him a really sappy story about a girl who was the most gorgeous, talented, lovely person anyone could ever meet and how she had been kidnapped and imprisoned by an evil witch with a long name that might have been MacDonald’s. Casper had no interest whatsoever in whomever this wonderful person might be, but Parah [or it might have been Barah] would not let go of his left arm until he had promised to save her.

Casper left the house and decided to find a comfortable rock to take a nap on, but he turned around and realized that one of the three short ladies was following him closely. So closely in fact that she was practically sharing Casper’s long, flowing cape. She was green, so he guessed that she must be Garah. He dodged to the left, she followed. He faked to the right then went left again; she swung too far right and nearly tripped before throwing herself leftwards to keep up with him.

“Err, like, why are you stalking me?” he asked suddenly.

“I’m not stalking you. Who says I’m stalking you? Are you calling me a stalker? Like you’re worth stalking anyway. Who would wanna stalk you? Hmph.”

“Dude, like, it was just a question,” Casper proceeded on his way. Only he realized that if he didn’t actually save this wonderful girl from the evil witch, then Garah would never leave him alone. So reluctantly, he gave up his quest for the comfortable rock and set off for the evil witch’s evil castle.

“How do I automatically know where the bad guy’s castle is?” Casper asked Garah.

“I don’t know. The good guy always knows where the bad guy lives.”

“That’s stupid. What’s the point in having an evil lair if everyone knows where it is? I mean, it’s redundant.”

“Shut up and keep moving.”

“Can’t you find an easier way there?”

“What do you mean? There’s only one way to the castle, you bum. You think I would be cutting my way through briars and thorns if there was an easier way? You think I would put myself through the misery of all this rain and having to stare at your backside while we climb this cliff? You are so-“

“Shaddup. You’re a fairy. Just wave your stick and magic us there or something.”

“Oh. Right. Err… my bad?”

“Yeah, your bad.”

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It took about five minutes for them to reach the castle after that. Four and a half for Garah to find her wand, and half a minute’s traveling time.

On getting there, they found that the witch had transformed herself into a raging dragon. Casper sighed. It would have been so much easier and a lot less messy to impale a witch on his sword rather than a raging dragon.

“HOW DARE YOU!?!? HOW DAAAAAAAAARE YOU?!?!” the witch screeched.

Casper, who gave about as much crap as the next stick, was unfazed. “How dare I what?”

“How dare you… HOW DARE YOU ASK ME WHAT YOU DARE? SUCH IMPUDENCE IS UNHEARD OF! HOW DARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”

“Whoa, major PMS,” Casper muttered under his breath. He considered his options.

There was launching into a fearless attack and fighting valiantly for the freedom and honor of the lady in question. Or there was simply dropping his sword and walking away. He didn’t know the girl anyway.

Neither of these options appealed to him. One involved him actually having to risk his life in close combat with an extremely unhinged dragon, and the other involved a green fairy haunting him for the rest of his life. He regarded the dragon critically.

“Can we talk about this?” he asked her.

Silence.

“You… you want to… to talk to me?”

“Err, yes.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, it all started when I was studying at the Royal School of Evil Villains. They all made fun of me because I wanted to be an evil sorceress and my name was Jigglypuff. I mean, it’s not like I can choose my name, right? And there is nothing wrong with painting my nails pink once in a while. I’m an evil witch, but a woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do. And there was the time when…”

Casper was beginning to think his chances of survival might have been higher if he’d just thrust his sword at the beast. At this rate, he was going to die of some SSSS (Stupid Sob Story Syndrome) and a lot of zzzz.

Text Box: Back to top“… and then the bat bit Dracula and he was never the same again. But did they make fun of him? No, it was always little Jigglypuff with the pink nails that was too slow, too stupid, too ugly, too nice. What did I have to do to…”

It would be three years later when the evil witch [halfway through a detailed outline of how she paid Dracula back for tormenting her all those years. She used a satay stick; you use your imagination] realized Casper wasn’t listening anymore. In fact, he wasn’t even there, and neither was the princess locked up in the tower.

She screamed with fury before flapping off into the forest where she met a talking donkey who eventually wooed her into domestic life despite his ass-ish qualities.

But back to the story of Casper. He had gone into the tower to find a girl sleeping in there. He recognized her as the girl he had met singing in the forest just the day before. He shook her, trying to wake her up. But she remained stubbornly asleep. In fact, she was so stubbornly asleep that she only giggled a little when he tickled her.

“Princess Karina will only wake up with true love’s first kiss,” Garah whispered helpfully behind him.

“True love’s first what?”

“First KISS you idiot! Oh, he’s stupid AND deaf.”

“Umm, okay. Are you her true love?” he asked hopefully.

“Do I look like a true love? YOU are the true love.”

“Haha. Good joke. Very funny. I’ll be sure to tell the king that one.”

“IS ANYBODY GONNA KISS ME SO I CAN WAKE UP? Only, the bed’s lumpy and my bum itches.”

Casper picked up a frog off the ground and jammed its face onto Karina’s face. Karina sprung to life. The frog said “Oh bugger” before turning into a young man.

Karina seemed to be very taken by the frog-turned-young-man, who turned out to be Prince Hung of Yi. The princess was the henpecking type, and the prince was the henpecked type. So they got married and lived happily ever after.

And Casper continued to like a golf club for many, many years to come.