Boppy's dream

Boppy was flying in his dream. It was an incredible sensation. Boppy's dreams rarely appear in three-dimension, usually four, but tonight was quite different indeed. In fact, tonight wasn't even a night. Nor a day. What was interesting wasn't the time of day, but rather his dream. In the three-dimensional world, Boppy was a flying dot. A rather spherical dot to be exact. If we were to paste the scene onto a canvas, we'll see a sheet of light sky blue with cotton puffy clouds sprayed around to a comforting measure and a black dot. Yes, that black dot is Boppy, little Boppy, who's existence seem puny compared to the entity of his dreamworld. He liked flying. Sometimes he chose to glide in a horizontal path, sometimes accelerating vertically, sometimes just gradually ascending in a diagonal fashion. However small he may be, his imaginations are definitely much much bigger than his outward frame. Warm-up is over. Like a graceful swan, Boppy started weaving creaves of air around him, streaming around the clouds quite thoughtfully, yet in a seemingly random manner. The cool air caressed his sphere smoothly, soothing him, almost making him dream within a dream. Whistle, whistle, whistle. Faster he goes, and the air starts to whistle. Boppy would have smiled if he could. Acceleration was perhaps a fitting word to describe the current experience. He swerved in, and swerved out, and slowly the clouds changed their pattern. Mystical and awe-inspiring, wavering surely, reforming and deforming, those disembodied coagulations changed their form. Soon, they merged into one. Boppy, rather cheeky-faced now, spun around it. Oh, if we could paste in that scene onto a canvas, how intriguing it would have been. Light blue sky with a glossy black funnel, and hints of cloudy texture brimming in the centre. Boppy was moving too fast, too fast definitely. No one could see that little black dot. He has became a plane, apparently. He was happy. He woke up. He lay in bed for awhile. Abrubt ending to a dream, he thought. How was he to know that he, Boppy the dot, was only dreaming within a dream. He will realise someday that he was, but only when he wakes up. Till then, dream on Boppy.

Boppy the dot

Once upon a time, there was a little dot called Boppy. He exists in time and moves in time the way we move in space. One day he was bored of sleeping in bed. Rubbing his furry and smooth body together, Boppy walked about the time room. His thoughts were somewhere in the 5th dimension, constantly wondering and straying in the possibility of impossibilities. His round, perfectly round body, made ripples in space as he traversed in circles, his body lost in time and his mind lost in thought, his eyes darting around at the changing fabric of space upon time. He looked at colours and movements, occasionally seeing even sounds vibrating, sometimes waver, or dancing their silent sonnets in perfect rhythm. He marked a water splash somewhere in the distance, the corner of the room, which turned into a turret, cold and metal. A flower petal. Finally a rain drop. Things change, he noted. Straying eyes and furry smooth walls. He was back to where he started. Keeping his eyes on the clock, he continued pacing. It was amusing to see the two hands move back and forth like a metronome, a partner to his steps. He moved forward, and the metronome raced quickly, slowing down, and reversing as he steps back. Now he was the metronome and the clock was just a mere follower. Gentle smile. Silent steps. And he stops moving. Boppy hops back into bed. His dreams are much more, much more colourful than what he sees, yet what he sees are just dreams of reality. When he wakes up, he will find a world of much more, much more than dreams and imagination. For his dream to end, he must first start it... and so he fell asleep and flew.

wo hui lai le

I'm back. We're out. So are they.

I'm tired. I sleepy....blink.

I want sleep. You want too?

yay

wo hui lai le

I'm back. We're out. So are they.

I'm tired. I sleepy....blink.

I want sleep. You want too?

yay

I told myself

This is a new post

Yes this is a new post. For those whose eyes comprehendth the light emissions in front of thy eyes, this is a new post!

Welcome to the pixelated world of non-existance where thoughts and feelings are consciously conveyed through physical activity, processed by machines, sent through electronic pulses to servers, sending them to your heat producing metallic electronics which is percieved by your eyes as words. Pictures. Feelings. Emotions. And there you see it, a physical cycle that has been transformed, from the unconscious to the conscious, to the unconscious and back again.

Haha.

Goodnight

:eltiT

been a very long time. been a very long time for many things.

long times are short compared to longer ones.

sentences should be paragraphed.

it doesn't really matter in certain aspects.

i wanted to sleep two and a 1/2 hours ago.

but i didn't

i lost track of time

and no this is not a poem.

oh yes.

numbers spelt out allows for fractions in numerics.

actually it doesn't. depends on how you look at it.

factors and variables. you decide.

i don't know how people suddenly know my blog. boo.

.oob

well but they suddenly did.

hi people.

What about lack of life

Sure you can write a million poems
You can do it late at night
You can do it for a project
You can pray for human rights

You can surely screw up now
If you don't pray to listen
If you stop writing life
You die as rain can glisten

;;;;;;;Somethings are not meant to be understood.
Others are.

let me tell you about my racist comments

For those who like to accuse, sue, and rape others of stealing your racist comments, here are mine. Please steal them.

There is no such thing as racism, because there is no such thing as race.

If you still think that skin colour depicts differences, good, you're right. It's a result of differences. If you think people should kill themselves on the street because they have different skin colour, then you should really start living and breathing.

Because you're different too.

My racist comments? Stop being one.

For those who came and those who didn't

There were no updates.

Now there is. Be happy and rejoice.

yesterday is still somewhere in my mind, today is where some of i am, tomorrow is where i will be. let me be right here right now so i can talk to you.

sunny skies sunny days
shiny lies dusty ways
falling clouds falling rain
lousted pouts losing gain

i have to go and sleep now. byebyee

Let's post

Yeah.

A practical analysis of Baba black sheep

First of all, we must state the relative importance of themes found in Baba black sheep to man's life and underlying exsistence. The subconscious relation and hidden emotions relayed in this innocent nursery rhyme are much to be thought about. It seems as if the sublimal potrayal of interrelatted themes through a very unfounded facade has sublimely affected readers without their knowledge.

Secondly, we all must know that the one and the most important linking factor is this: the theories of unimplied consciousness cannot be proven through moral or immaterial experiments. This is impossible as either ways contradicts themselves and finds themselves in unsolvable conflicts, which cannot and should not be defined as paradoxes as it may complicate issues infered.

Thirdly, it has to be an established fact that whatever that I was producing is a result of non-conscious derivation, of such an extent that it may not make sense when reexamined and/or reinstated or juxtaposed on other concepts and ideas. Heed not the lack of parralells.

In other words...
This is crap.



Baba black sheep have you any wool?
If you don't then go to the room for the coloured fool...

;p
Copyrighted ©2005 Reuben's subconscious mind activity co. (Rsmac)

let go

Sia. Let go

I pitched fast tonight because I let go! If you let go, you never will see your ball fly fast into the glove, you won't see it at all. er. Yeah. Thomas couldn't catch my outside strike. (Note "strike" not ball. Anyway all balls are balls. Outside, inside, high or low or dead whatever it's still a ball) That's like just 7 cm away from his head! Haha.

Ok. Fine. What's the practical relevance of this?

Who ever said there was?

And who ever said there wasn't?

Obviously there is practical relevance of whatever that I'm posting on my blog. People aren't so dumb. At least those reading my blog aren't. I hope ;p

Do you know that pixelated images look fine?

Duh.

;p

BLablablaaa

Do you know that my heater switch is loose? I touched it then I got a nice shock! Haha. It felt good. Wahoo! Then I touched it again. Haha. Bleah. Funny shocks again. Haha. The shock prevents me from touching it for too long.
Short circuit.
We lost to the RGS B-Div girls 12-10! haha we made an improvement from 26-11 to 12-10! Anyway the reason why they got so many points was because i came in during the last inning and gave them don't know how many walks. Haha. My coach said "One more walk and you'll be subbed!" Haha. Ok. So I got subbed. Heh. Then Brian took over and it's done. Three outs by the team and change sides. Whee. We started batting and we scored! Wahoo!! Last inning.
Mmmm.....So i went to talk to Tedrick the moment I got subbed. Haha. I was really nervous. Heh. Then he talked to me. Then I listen to his "don't care! just pitch! you can do it!" So I pitched to him. Wahoo. It was like "bmm shhhhhhh piack!" Cool! Haha. So after that I did circuit with him and wahoo...I feel much more confident with pitching. Wonderful right?
Ahhahhahhah. I'm bored now. I shall do something else. Heh. I shall, yes eat finish that banana! Haha. Michelle named me Roobana. Roobana! Ok. Heh.
Goodnight...er. I mean good day! Haha

haha

Grapes.


They are nice, not really round, feels good on your fingers, and taste real good. And oh yeah, do you know that the seeds taste real good together with the grape? That's why it has seeds, not just for reproduction, but to taste good. Seeds makes the soft grape taste a little crunchy in the center. Haha. I don't think any food production company has ever thought of that. Something crunchy inside something soft. Haha. And the sweet and juicy taste actually compliments the dryly crunchy and sour taste of the seed. Wonderful.

Orange skin removes phlegm which are produced when eating orange. Wow. Beautiful! So we should eat the skins too, but nobody really does.

People are getting too impatient, too lazy, and too fastforwarded. The present is a gift. Live in it. Why do people keep wanting more and more when they can enjoy what they already have? For example, eating food. When you have your mouth full, why look at the rest of the food on your plate and comtemplate it's taste? It only makes you want more. It only makes you want to gorge your mouth full with things which you are not already filled with. Enjoy the food in your mouth. If you don't, then when will you?

Nobody really wants to read this blog. That's an assumption which i made on the premise that very few people actually comment on the content of the posts and thus, I concluded that people found it boring.

Who cares?

heh.

It doesn't matter.

Sure. deontology doesn't matter. it's just full of nothingness. DEONTOLOGY. who cares. philosophy class compulsory nonsense. Philosophy lessons bore me. People are getting bored. Even you, yes you Mr. Philosophy teacher, are getting bored. You are getting confused over philosophical laws, standards, and other spinnerets. Stop carving yourself in silk. You're not a silkworm you're not a butterfly. You'll never be if you carve yourself into silk which you are not meant to have don't wind yourself in lies. Philosophy. Is. Not. Love of Wisdom. Not anymore.

Apparently, Philio = LOVE!!!
Sophia = Wisdom!!

Apparently, those things apparent aren't really what they seem.

Now in these present times, Philosophy = whole lot of nonsense about arguments which solve nothing and offer no solution. Let's study deontology, utilitarianism, consequentialism blablar let's study how to turn man into calculative divices let's become robots. Blar. THERE IS NO PRACTICAL VALUE IN LEARNING THIS. Except for argument. Arguing is not practical.

You want love? You want wisdom? I suggest you read the Love Letter. The bible. It's God's words of love to us. God is love. He said that even his foolishness is greater than our wisdom.

How is Man created? Through dust and through his breath. (Dust for body and Breath for spirit)
What does Man's "wisdom" say? man is made through this process which is probably as probable as having lumps of weird stuff coming together to form stuff which suddenly can love, have joy, and cry, and anger, and love. Impossible. where did those weird stuff come about in the first place. Big bang. Big bang's theory just went Bang.

1 Corinthians 1:25For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength.

verse of the day: “ That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. ”- Romans 10:9,10

fine...verses of the dayyyyyyyheee. hee.

HHHHHEEEEEEMEEEEEEEEEMMMM!

Sorry. I was bored. Goodnight!

About depression

Yes. About depression. Why do people get depressed? Easy. Sin consciousness. Consciousness of one own's sin results in wallowing in self-pity. It makes you feel unwanted. Makes you feel unsecure. Makes you feel unhappy. Makes you feel depressed.

HEY!

Good news. Many people heard of it. But do they understand it?
John 3:16
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. "
What does that mean? Yes. You're saved by not what you do. But you are saved by His finished work. What does that mean. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO A SINGLE THING! Whee. Wahoo. That IS the good news. You don't have to force yourself to not smoke, to not gamble, to not have pre-marital sex, to not sin, to not do bad things. Because when He comes into you, (when you believe in Jesus Christ and His finished work he comes into you) you will be changed by Him, slowly but surely, part. By part.

What is His finished work by the way? His finished work is that of dying on the cross. He died for all your sins, and He was punished for all your sins. He was perfect, but you are not. (For if you are perfect like God, then how can God be perfect?) Now, if you believe in Him, that he died for ALL your sins (that means you have none, no sin to be punished for anymore) you will be set FREE! Set free from all the sins, of bad things, of wrong-doings, because He has been punished for your sins. You are free now! And He will come into your life because your life is now empty of sins, thus can be filled by God, perfect God, and you will change, slowly, into Christ-likeness. It's like dropping some soap into a bucket of oily water. The oil(sin) moves away automatically. You don't have to do a single thing! When God comes into your life, you will change because of HIM! Not you. It's not dependant on you. It's Him. Him.

That means, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO A SINGLE THING BUT BELIEVE! WAHOO! HOW GOOD CAN THAT BE! Haha. That's why it's called the good news.

And why should you go to church? Because the world is too filled with sin and temptation. It's filled with darkness. If you don't go to church, you may sometimes be to drawn away from the light, you will be drawn away from God and God's word. Well, what you should do is to read the bible and go to church and talk to God. Not because it's a law. Not because if you don't do it you will go to hell. But because doing that brings you closer to Jesus Christ.

John 14:6Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

And why do you want to be closer to Jesus Christ? Because He is THE way to heaven. He IS the truth. And he IS the life. Stress kills you. Jesus Christ gives you life! Life! The world gives you stress which kills you. Going to church and reading the bible and talking to God builds a relationship with you and God. And God. Gives. You. LIFE! LIFE! WAHOO! I am going to stop dying. How? I commit my life to the Lord. Why? Because it's not mine! He paid for it haha. And God is good. So...my life. Will. Be. Good!

Two things to do:
1)Believe in God's finished work.
2)Trust in the Lord in EVERYTHING!

What does number two mean? It means we shall do nothing in our own strength, we shall do nothing out of our own effort. We should rely on His strength for He is good. When you are drowning and someone is trying to save you, will struggling and using your own strength work? Will it help? No, but instead it is harder for the person who is trying to save you to save you because you are struggling and flailing all over. God is going to save you from this drowning waters of sin, of lies, of this world which is full of death. First, you must stop struggling. Trust in Him. He will change you. His hand is the biggest hand in the whole of the universe. If He covers you, you are covered. If he lifts you up, no one can bring you down. Do please, trust in God?

Haha.

How to cure depression?

Trust in God.


~I've been through depression before.
I trusted in God.
God saved me from depression.
I am now what I am now...
Because of God.
God loves you.
Amen.

About depression

Face it.

Whether you're a guy or a girl. You still like someone. You're still thinking of that someone whom you like. You still wonder whether that person likes you or not. You don't want to think of it anymore because you know that that person really doesn't really like you so much. You don't want to bluff yourself anymore.

But then you are a attention grabber, so you still talk to that someone, look at that someone, trying to give that someone your attention in hope that you get yours back. You think you suck. But then wait, everyone sucks like you too. Oh yeah, and some people already have a relationship going on. Trust me, if you had a relationship above friendship going on before you're 15/16 years old, it will probably start sinking. it will be examined years later like titanic. But guess what? It already crashed. I'm not saying those who started after that will last.

I don't like having crushes on people. When you have a crush on someone, you start crushing everybody else the way you'd crush a drink can, not a person. Almost everybody else at least ... And later once it fades away, as crushes always fade away, what is left. What is left? Yes, left is the opposite of right. What is left is not right. Is not love. Is sometimes, nothing. Well if you're blessed enough you'll have love after crushes fade. If you don't then there is sometimes nothing. Just nothing. It's just so unfair. Not surprisingly so is my skin, it's very dark. So are Blacks.

Maybe that's why they are treated so unfairly.

Oh yeah. I've got the solution. Let go. Blar. So many, fine so little, people have been looking at this blog with the title LETTING GO and they still don't understand. Fine. If you do, say so. Nobody says things nowsadays. Well neither do I. Everybody has self-consciousness. And fear, which comes about with not knowing what will happen next and worrying about that unknown.

Just face it. X=Whatever you don't need to know. So don't bother worrying. If you want to find out go ahead.

Anyway this blog has been too full of my thoughts. Those who want to find out about my everyday life please raise your hand. Thank you.

You.

You know how I dislike it how I come up here say nothing. Nothing. Always nothing. I hate this. I'm sorry. No don't try to pacify me even though I like pacifiers. I remember losing one when i was young. I was searching for it. My brother put it back in my mouth. I guess. Sorry. This is boring.

You know how I don't like eating fruits like, starfruit, pear, whatever that has skin which sticks to the roof of my mouth and makes it feel dry. But I still eat it anyway. You know how I dislike eating vegetables that are hard, prawns which i have to peel, extreme sour and extreme bitter. But i still eat it. Well you don't know but now you know.

You know how I don't like sitting on the fence. When given two choices, I demolish the fence. Because it's pain to sit on the fence and also I can't decide. Maybe I just like to feed decomposers with wood. Or because I like gravity and I like seeing fences fall. Sorry. I can't decide.

You know how I'm lazy.

You know how I like to procrastinate, like for example, I'll do this later. But then I have to do it now. Because now is probably later quite a while ago.

You know how I've always wanted to talk a lot but can't seem to. Bleah I'm sorry people.

You know how I'd like you to comment on the COMMENTS box so that it won't feel redundant and so that i won't either. But then it's so fake. So don't bother. Unless it isn't.

Goodnight.

"Hey guess what!" "Er...what!" "No...It's my birthday you blar!"

Sorry. Another self-conversation.

Thank you gladine (who doesn't know the exsistence of this blog i think) for saying the earliest happy birthday this morning at five something. You fell asleep. So did i. I never had my phone with me anyway, so it was no use smsing me at 12 midnight haha. which you never did.

Thank you jon lim for being such a kind dude and saying happy birthday twice before my birthday and another time when i was trying to sleep on my table. haha. i didn't reply but i smiled, so don't feel offended. you don't know about this blog anyway. blar.

Thank you Jasmine for being the third person saying happy birthday to me. Thank you. You said it three times. ;p

Thank you Ajay for saying that you will buy me recess which you never did and i never asked. You said happy birthday too so spontaneously. Thank you.

Thank you Titus for announcing to the whole class that today was/is my birthday. Happy birthday Titus! I know it's late but you never told me when yours was. I only wished you happy birthday too late. sorry. mmm.

Thank you naomi for saying happy birthday. And thank you sandra for saying happy birthday. And thank you dawn for saying birthday. Ha. I said happy birthday to you twice Dawn. bleah. I gave you a present last year, you remember it? it's some ducky thing. ha.

Thank you nicholas for saying happy birthday to me even though you know i can't go to the concert which you're going to together with some girl called emily lei can. Thank you. Thank you. I can't make it for the concert not the girl for those who percieve grammer differently.

Thank you abeille ok kristie lai for saying happy birthday. Ok i said it. bleah. I said happy birthday and you said "to you". bleahaha.

Thank you again Jasmine for whatever present you're going to send me. OH NO NOT THE PUPPY LOOk! bleah. haha. Thank you for the puppy look anyway. You have big eyes.

Thank you for the sky is blue.

Goodnight.

hello. cattails. and other deedums.

Ok let's first assume cat's tail. Cat's tail is an opinion which causes a truth to degenerate, through human complexities, into an opinion. Cat's tail is a noun. Deedums is a deedums. People. hey guess what? what. yes you got me right. People don't understand why i blog about such things.
Which never meant to be. And never really are. I don't think it matters.

Who knows.

Let's see. Good night people!. the skies are red tonight with blue and black. Time for rain tomorrow. Goodnight. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! weird see? the experimentation of. Fullstops and exclamation marks. hmmm. Blee!.

hello. cattails. and other deedums.

Sharks fin

Stop protesting against sharks fin. It:
1) wastes your breath. That wastes the oxygen which you just took up to start shouting.
2) kills the trees. everytime you make a poster, think of all the trees you kill to get the paper.
3) increases access sound waves. This disrupts the sound of nature which stimulates growth.

don't you think so? happy noises and sounds and music makes people happy. Raps, weird dissonances, anger, arguments, sounds of people shouting, and sometimes crying too much, makes you feel uneasy. It's bad. So people. Stop wasting your breath.

Anyway shark's fin is nice. According to some people at least. I believe you shouldn't eat fake sharks fin. appreciate the fin of the shark which was already killed. think of the pain it had to endure, and now you're boycotting it? Don't. It's down-putting the shark.

If you don't like sharks to die at the bottom of the sea "bleeding to death" blar blar, invest some money to buy a big knife or saw for the fishermen to cut off it's head. And fin. Then throw it to the sea. imagine all of the happy fish and fellow shark enjoying the shark's body. if the fin was nice what about the body?

Appreciate the shark. Stop wasting breath.

I love you

Hi whoever you are reading my blog. I love you.

Haha.

I really do.

But then too many people are laughing at my childishness. But then maybe not.

Maybe then that's what you really need to hear. I love you.

About sharks fin:
What's about sharks fin that people need to campaign against and waste the trees? wasting paper on useless campaigns. I like sharks fin, because it's beautiful, because of the way it glides through water, because of the way it's made of cartilage, and because the way it tastes. Well. It does have a unique taste. Not so much to be of my loving though.

I think, being a shark, i'd be living to be eating to be living. But then again, i'd enjoy it if someone used me (as a shark) to be happy for example giving it away to a relative to tell them how much. You love them. mmm. And to be happy when you taste the fin.

I'm sorry guys. I'll continue tomorrow. Read it. And be happy. And hope for tomorrow. ;p

I want to sleep

I want to sleep! Do you want to sleep? There is (except all sorts of assorted chinese homework) no homework left! wahoo............................................. fullstops. i feel tired blee.....(sad) Well. I'm drinking some chysanthemum tea thing that my mother always makes for me. She makes either herbal tea, chrysanthemum tea, camomile tea, or whee tea. There is no such thing as whee tea, . (<----redundant comma).

Three reasons why school rocks:

If school doesn't rock, then why is it compulsory? It is obvious that the government believes in elevating stress levels of little kids in order to prepare them for the 'real' world. As if we aren't in it already.

If school doesn't rock, then it pebbles. However pebbling is a very hard, difficult, and some may say mundane task to do. It is not easy, in fact, to pebble over rock. Most people would rather rock. Sometimes they stone but then it is real common to stone. Many people do that in school. Half of the nations population goes to school and sleeps. The other half help in the process.

If school doesn't rock, then why do I bother typing all these? exactly.

See. Hear. Understand.

I off the light, that in darkness you may see me.

I made it rain, that in coldness you may feel me.

I made it such, that you may understand me.

I have plans to prosper you.

Trust in me.


For I am the way, the truth, and the light.








Trust in Jesus Christ.

And like a water flowing into an open stream,
I found myself flowing along.
And all was much better than being pushed.
I was pulled from the sky to the ground
As rain falls
Though it feels like a cycle,
I remember.

I'm not water.

Hey

I learnt something new today.

Stop stressing. Start loving.

Believe.

Going Home

Today, I went home. I hit a homerun. I went home. Three steps before i reached the plate, then did they get the ball. I hit the plate before they started throwing (or so my friends and teammates say). Haha. It's amazing how the rain was so cooling. And stopped before we cool down. And always drizzle on us as we field, but stop when we're batting and running. That's. So convenient ;p

It's only when it's cold outside
Then I can feel Your warmth within
Rain on us
As light and gently as it is
But surely
And surely
Make the rain fall on us
When it's too cold
You'll stop it's fall
You held the clouds
When it's too hot
You made it fall
You loose the clouds
When it's all over
Then may it rain
And all over the place it rains
Gently hard
Yet hardly too soft
Let your rain be like morning dew
Like mana on grass
And may I gather them
Before they disappear
Thank you for the rain.
And.
The sun.

Today

Hahax.. Jasmine... I don't remember you. OK. Hahax. i'll listen to what you say though.

Yes today.

A match.

We lost...But who cares..

Let's train harder,

we'll go back

and

we'll

trash them.

(Btw this is not a poem.)

Yes. We lost 4-6. I scored no runs. I got one runner out. Haha. I missed the run. The first time I got on the box. I was scared. He gave a ball. Not a strike. So i lay off. Then he gave a high ball. I swung at it. Darn. That was stupid. But he came again with a strike. I whacked. He missed. He sucked. I ran. I got saved. Then he walked brian. I walked to two. I don't remember what happened but i ran home. And the ball was caught. There was already two down. I was the first on base. And. The last hitter who got flyball out was the last one. Three down. Change inning. A while later. I'm back on the box again. Hey pitcher do in a strike. I'm tired of the balls which you don't have. Well. Finally he put in a strike. I swung. It was a lousy contact. Ball dropped in fair territory. I ran. I thought, should I slide to first base. Then. No that's dumb let's continue running. So on the way I slowed down. Right at the end. The catcher threw in I think. I was out. That sucked. Cat high. I'm coming back.


Haha. Thank you Jasmine. I'll right about todays tomorrow too i guess. Haha.

Crazy

Crazy. So tired. Like, everyday either got training or third lan cannot go home early. Except on fridays. Then come home so late then got so much homework to do. Then slacking is so fun so I slack. Then didn't finish work. Then sleep late. Then finish work in class.

Totally productive.

Then I'm getting killed by my training as my muscle tissues don't have enough rest to recover itself. Then I die even more as I sit in front of this radiating screen doing my work when i should be resting. What am I doing blogging when I should be doing my work.

For fun.

So people who come here won't get bored. Although, only probably eight in the whole world probably ever did. Lolx. Everybody is dying. Let's go get some sleep.

Hi

Hi. I'm posting again. That is a miracle. I understand why people do not post. Because they don't have time, don't feel like posting, don't want to write what they feel, don't like other people to see it, don't know what to write, too much to write, and because the sky is blue. The last reason is the main one.

OK. I should change the music as I promised somone earlier. I've wrote a few songs, as I've said earlier, I'll change it to an original composition. But. How do I upload it from my computer to my blog? I'd appreciate if someone could tell me. You can contact me at thisisafakeaccount@home.com look for me at one-way street number 1 or call me with your phone. With your mouth is fine too. Ok, maybe your mouth is thick. Whatever. Please I need your help.













Goodnight.
;p

If this continues, I'll blog less often than Titus

Dude, the title says it all. This post is a non-sqeuintial post just for the sake of posting. I've got much to talk about but they don't fit in blogs. Yeah. Blogs are online diaries but hey. Guess what. They're fishin' ONLINE diaries. Online. On the line. Puts your diaries on the line. No. Somestuff just don't fit on blogs.


These lines above these lines are redundant
Just to show how much I want to write
But did not
And may not ever
And at least its very exsistence as an idea
No matter how long its life
Is worth telling you about
That you may fathom
What ever it may be
Might have been
And never will be
There it is.

I shall remember this day

Pictching. Fast pitching. That's what i do. And i'm learning. And i'll remember this day, the day i pitched so fast. I shall remember Guang Hao's hooked flick, Ian's smooth windmill, and the batter's getting striked out in my mind's eye. And i'll throw lightning into the catcher's glove. Coach once told me to kill the catcher's glove. I killed the hand in it. Look at Ivan's hand. It is blue and black all over. As in, a total change in colour. Everywhere on his left palm. Blue and black. Two beautiful colours. And i made it happen in my pitching. I like that. One day i'll be better than Circuit Man (that's Guang Hao, the Sec 2 RGS pitcher's call him that because he taught them circuit).

Am i a master of double entendre? My poems are all symbolic, double meanings are my forte in literature. Even this blog, letting go, reminds me of pitching. Don't control, just let go. Beautiful.

I like things beautiful.

Quotes of The Day

In Singapore, there should be summer holidays the whole year round.

Wisest is he who knows nothing, Foolishest is he who agrees.

My philosophy teacher does not exsist.

Sir, they're evil!

Take an eye for an eye and we'll all be blind, take a tooth for a tooth and we all can't eat, take a limb for a limb and we'll be sitting on wheelchairs telling lame jokes.

The difference between a lame joke and a funny joke lies in the guy on the wheel chair.

Never let the cat out of the bag, it'll waste national resources.

In Singapore, during the december holidays, it snows rain.

People are the same everywhere you go, there are all unique.

Who wants to buy my solar-powered torch?

For your information, I've got a question for you.

Include me out.

Imflamable means it's flamable.

There are three kinds of people in the world: those who can count, and those who can't.

School is redundant. First they teach you how to speak. Then they teach you to shut up.

Nice quotes aren't they. Most of them are original. The rest also are, just that it wasn't me who made them. Guess what project i'm doing for IRS (individualized reseach study)? Yes, it's Why Humour Is Funny. ;p

By popular demand

Yes. By popular demand, I'm posting again. The first post of 2005. Ok. So it was just audrey's demand. But she's a popular girl. O wells. No. Not cups. Wells yes. Nice right? Wow. 5 short sentences. And why does that 5 look so nice. Ah huh. There it is again. Ok.

School started. Like, a phenomenon. You see: BOOM. Then everyone goes to school. Including the sec ones. Not us anymore. We are the seniors. After 356 and 3 quarter days. Then we get to see those small dudes going in. Me and Titus were walking home one day after taking a detour to RJC for various reasons and we saw two sec one dudes. So we said, Hey, are you sec ones. That's likes so duh. So they said yes. Then we asked them what class they're from. They said, 1k. Like, oh my fish, that's my sec one class. So we said goodbye and enjoy their schooling days. Then we went home.

And today, we went to RJC again for various reasons. We saw a group of orientess dancing. They like, sucked. Then we saw this real cool dude. He practically glided the floor. So cool. Then we checked out the canteen. It sucked. So I ate no lunch today. Then the other group of JC 1 orientees started to do some kallang wave while holding hands. In full view of us. That was so sheeshy. Fishy poop. Fish. Yes. That's it.

I went to the third lang centre. It was a miracle. My class actually had girls. And the frnech teacher speaked french almost throughout the whole lesson. A few english words here and there.

And i'm back here blogging. I'm going out to eat lunch. Byebyee.