Okay. We learnt a very valuable lesson today.

Floppy shoes are definately not meant for any sort of physical recreation. How and when did i come to this stunning conclusion ?

1. PE today, short sprint. Fajarah was beside me, after the first turn, due to it being a tad squeezy, she tripped over me.

2. 2 rounds later. 3rd sprint. I moved to the back of the hall for fear of tripping anyone else. On my last lap, my right shoe almost fell off. In the end it didn't. I, on the other hand, did. In fact, as Quanqi outs it, "you slide summore". Yea. I konw. I fell, and rolled a little.

3. Nearing the end of PE. Push ups. Was doing the regular ones. My shoes almost slipped off when pumping.

Therefore proving my claim.

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On a more serious note, perhaps some of you had noticed by now, i dont have the correct history textbook. (I lost my history and chinese 4A textbook last term before my papers. No idea when or where thou')

Anyway, so yea. This monday, while on the bus to changi airport, i flipped through the textbook, reading through the China under Mao part. On Pg. 156, it talks of a singing competition held during the Cultural Revolution. There, one of the favourite tunes sung was,

"Last Night I Dreamt of Chairman Mao".

Okay. Yes i was positively GROSSED OUT. Like wth. Who in the right mind would want to dream of that pervert. In case you didn't know, he has STD !!! *deep breath* Anyway, so yea, I would rather dream of my idol, Lenin. On a platonic scale of course. Haha.

Oh and in case you're wondering why i went to changi airport, i was actually doing some homework and revision there. I shouldn't be revealing this but yea, good study location. I'm at coffee bean, feel free to look for me there if you happened to go that some day. Tuesdays and fridays are tuition days while we've study hour on wednesdays and thursdays. Thus i'll be there almost every monday and some saturdays.

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I've just finished writing my seconday sister's excuse letter for her NPCC "camp meeting" or something. Bah. Must be some sec 3 guy that gave the format. Who else writes RE: at the title ?

Titled untitled.

Spinning in My Room (Yes my comp is back):
I Give You My Heart - Jeff Deyo

Don't you just love irony. Lolx.

Anyway, yes, i know i promised a personalised, yada yada yada template but judging for the complains i'm getting due to me hiatus, i dont think you guys'll mind this yet ya ? Heehz.

Yes. Regarding the pink. Well, there was the blue and green one. Cornflower blue and limegreen. And personally, i rather like cornflower blue. So why didnt i use that skin instead ? Simple. ANDREW IS USING IT and that the limegreen look real gross. Too neon. Bleach. So yea, the other types looked well, not clean enough so here we have, a slightly pinkish one. I promise to deliver all of you from this pinkness once my iBook is back. For those who don't know what happened, i dropped my iBook during PL camp, kinda killed the hard drive, it's at apple now, more than 2 weeks already. Sigh. My data~~~ *Sobs*

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His name is Bill. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years ofcollege. He is brilliant. Kind of esoteric and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students, but are not sure how to go about it.

One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. (Although perfectly acceptable behavior at a college fellowship, trust me, this had never happened in this church before!) By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick. About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill.

Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves, You can't blame him for what he's going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor? It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The people are thinking. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do. And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone. Everyone chokes up with emotion.

When the minister gains control he says, "What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget. Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read." - Author Unknown



Found this off a Christian Goth website. A very interesting read. Goths're not just people who you see as wearing black make-up and dark clothings but a subculture with attitude, music and all.

Anyway, I rather enjoyed reading this story. Talk is cheap. Don't try to live like a Christian, try to live like Christ. Christ had never despised anyone, so who are we to do so?

So now, i'll need to update some of my links. Or at least as many as i remember. Really sorry for the delay people. =/

Just when Mr. Jian Yong pissed me off. Lyon has to make my day.
It's times like this when i count knowing His Insanity a great help in life. I love you bro.

Just a note to remind myself of the existance of my blog and that well, so that it doesn't get rusty or something.

Small group outing today. Only four of us. No names needed. The Diamond Co. Haha. Smallest group outing so far, after all, our usual group size is 7 - 8 while full strength is 13 . So sad, so sad, it's a sad sad situation. Lolx.

Anyway, was quite fun la.

Btw, we went to parkway after that, and well, I saw this really really pretty Zippo lighter. Metallic blue, very pretty. Price is quite pretty too, 51 . >.<

Kkz. Enough of an update, ciaos.

*Sigh* Template for english not done. Kkkz. Gonna rush the draft tonight along with the THREE comprehension passages.

Anyway, i digress.

I simply cannot stand people who TyPee |yK d!s or /!k3 d|z or anything along those scales. I mean, HOW FREAKING ANNOYING can you be already ??!!!

The not so bad, no capital, punctuation, irc/chatroom lingo singlish filled entries are quite taxing to read already, so please, for goodness sake, TYPE PROPERLY !!!

Wait. In fact, i dont really like the iorc/chatroom lingo and singlish filled entries. The singlish ones especially. A sprinkle of it is okay, but not those with at leasr 3 to 4 acronyms PER SENTANCE !! That. Is. Really. Really. Disgusting !

Dont talk about "national identity" to me, you wont even know national identity if i stuffed it in your face, so shut your trap.

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This entry was written in a very bad mood. Which is in fact, NOW. This is due to the excessive *stress* from english comprehensions and frustrating blog hopping encounters.