Chapter 25- Into the West

The song was conceived as a bittersweet Elvish lament for those who have sailed across the Sundering Sea. In reality, a sad song that speaks of death, and the departure towards the Sea..





Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All Souls pass

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say

We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

And all will turn To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West

Chapter 24- Billingual Boy

I couldn't resist the temptation anymore, furthermore, i had a story to tell.. i thought i hadn't been using the computer for one week already, it turned out i only got through five miserable days, goodbye record... Today is friday and the first exam.. How undemoralizing to have the first paper to kill you.. So today was the Chinese paper and it was one of the hardest i have sat for, i was dying on my table there, i couldn't find anymore brain power to match that prowess of the Chinese paper, i was defeated, i exhausted everything i had, let us remember 28/4, where my brain cells were mercilessly massacred..After the paper, with 5 mins to spare, i was really exhausted, i was dead, my hand was dead, my blood wasn't flowing and my heart wasn't beating, i hung dead on the table, until that hongkee came over to hug me, that ''revived'' me.. So i had a hard time doing today's chinese paper, and i really hope they won't kill us with a hard english paper too.. but seriously, how hard can english be man? So after that, we decided to go to our second home, safra to revive some brave brain cells that have died honorably.. And i played well today, i beat kenneth one or two games out of 10 plus games in 9 ball, and i beat him all in 4 eight ball games, until i played with Wei zhou, that's when my mood dropped totally... Then wei zhou said he wanted to make a pool movie with me as the lead, nothing will turn out nice if i lead Wei Zhou, understand that... Then i got home at 6 today, while having dinner, i decided to get a cup of water, and while i was drinking that nice cup of refreshing pure water, my eyeballs almost dropped in horror... my leg hairs all stood up, my heart pumped harder, my blood sprayed out, my teeth dropped out, my nose rotted off, I started balding in total total total disgust and utter utter utter horror when i saw that menace, that horror, that creature, that figure of terror, THE BIG BLACK SCORPION STRIKES AGAIN! It was pure pure pure utter utter utter horror, i didn't even think of screaming, i just kept saying, ay! ay! and i pointed to it as it crawled over under the dining table, and when my parents saw it, they gasped, when my brother saw it, he gawked, when my maid saw it, she shot it.. no, she was shocked to near death and hurried to grab a pole.. it was pure pure pure disgust, pure utter mad disgust, that six legged creature crawling over, with its sharp pincers snapping at you and a deadly sting hovering over its head, its black, and it's scary... So my maid crushed its exoskeleton and excecuted it outside... I was hugging my legs on the chair after that, i was terribly afraid of insects, i don't even dare to touch an ant, what a sissy i am... But its really dangerous to live in my house, with macritchie just behind, when it rains, you never know what crawls out from the dark, and my sharp keen eyes never fail to spot these menaces to the society, giant snakes, giant centipedes, giant ants, giant scorpions, gigantic black lizards... YOU NAME it man... Still wanna stay in my house? Still wanna call me a sissy? I've endured 14 years of this craziness, this terror, this danger..

Chapter 23- Of Tales of folklore

The more i get into lotr, the more i get into lotr.. I mean, its not just a simple movie many fans love it for, i know many of them love The Lord of the Rings for the wars, the battles, the hunks, and the cooliness..but definitely not me, i mean honestly, yes the battles do intrigue me, The knights full of valour gain my admiration, but on top of it, its just all the love in the story. I mean, all those people out there who said that they love lotr do not really love it for what i love it for.. i mean, i like the poems, the songs, and all the bravery, and the love for one another.. At this point of time, writing about the fact that i love poems and songs, i wish i joined Literature.. I know Ms Wong is another ardent fan of lotr, since her childhood days.. She's the number one person i would like to compete with, i think she thinks that i ain't much of a fan because i focus more on the movies while she on the books, but i mix often although i find the movie easier to learn from. She's my number one competitor.. i haven't found any yet, like that time i went to Shi xiong's church, and i think a guy named Wei jie found out that i was a fan, and he told me he was a fan too, then Shi Xiong started telling him that i was the lotr boss there, and he too also kept saying he watched it alot of times, and then shi xiong would say i watched it more, then he would say he read the book, then shi xiong would say i read more.. In the end, i was suspecting that he was a action lover, and he revealed his true colours when he told me he loved the part legolas slid down the stairs at helm's deep rocketing his arrows about.. That did it.. So anyway, i was looking at some lotr poems today and it almost brought the overwhelming tearing (crying) feeling out..Here's some of em i got form a website.



Frodo's Reminescence of Gandalf

When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarves and Hobbits, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tounges he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hatwho leaned upon a thorny staff.
He stood upon the bridge aloneand Fire and Shadow both defied;
his staff was broken on the stone,in Khazad-d?s wisdom died.

Samwise:The finest rockets ever seen:
they burst instars of blue and green,
or after thunder golden showerscame falling like a rain of flowers.




This was the song they sang when Gandalf fell in the mines of moria

Chapter 22- The Importance of the Wizard and the Battle of the Gangs

Eventful days are hard to come by... So today was a great day i have to say.. We started with pe, and i was running my 2.4 in my week old street soccer shoes, i don't think its quite seasoned yet. And for the first few days, the hardness of the back part left me deep wounds around my heel area, and i had to run like that, the shoe was just poking at the stinging wound.. Nevertheless, i managed to get 9th place and for the first time, i got a C!!!! Finally!!! I can get gold in Secondary School!! Next was the inclined pull up, i don't like it when people gather around me to see my incline, i'll look stupid, and sheryl and yuan hong did just that, they were looking at me do it, i did 43 and my painstakingly reattached arms dropped off after that. Next was the sit-ups... I did my usual 60 and i was quite frustrated i didn't beat my record, since sec 1, it has stayed at 60.. i didn't train much lately and to my frustration, peera got 62... should have done more.. After that was some math then school was over at 10am

So i was quite in a dilemma at the cross roads, my old gang imran, ray, latif, avinesh and murali was standing on one end. And my academy was standing at the other side, wei zhou, kenneth and teck siang.. And poor me was in the middle, and i was in a huge dilemma, to play pool or my old passion? And both gangs were pressing me for an answer, if i joined soccer, wei zhou would be hugely disappointed because he's pretty interested in me lately, but if i joined wei zhou my old gang would feel very downcast for some reason, because i left them for pool... So i decided to play soccer and i promised wei zhou i would meet him in Safra afterward.. We left each other's hands in tears, and Wei Zhou couldn't bear to walk away, but i could..

So, we toured around toa payoh finding a place to eat, and my mind was wandering towards wei zhou... We finally got to the street soccer court, it wasn't very fun today as my heels were killing me, and it was really hot.... After a few short games, i changed to my uniform and took a cab to safra to see my beloved. There, Aaron called me while i was on my way in, and he told me i had a nice friendster profile, and that he would challenge me one day.. I felt pretty afraid and intimidated, how many people out there thought the same way as he did? Any way, the only showing off line was '' Every week we go to safra to hone our already great skills.'' hahaha, its all a joke, although its partially true, but i wonder how many people out there want a piece of my head..so i put on my really really nice E-journalism shirt over my uniform, (Its M-sized, borrowed from Faizal [faezah] ) Then they almost burst out in joy and relief and happiness when they saw me enter the battle arena. So, i played many games, it seemed that everyone wanted a piece of my head, everyone wanted to battle me today, but i played exceptionally well today, although wei zhou was busy psyching me with his voodoo rituals, i still managed to win him for a few games but i know i shouldn't be too proud because Wei Zhou wouldn't play100% with us, i've seen him in action against strangers and he's a powerhouse... Wei Zhou's playing style is the joking and play play type, then when we gain confidence and lessen our balls, he'll just come up and kick our puny butts.. So i played well today, drawing with the veteran player Kenneth... At three, i decided to leave and take a bus to school for the annual awards ceremony.

I felt pretty stupid when i walked out, i was wearing my ej shirt with my uniform collar sticking out, although i looked good, haha, it still looked stupid as the sun was scorching. Then when i got on the bus, i felt even stupider as people were all looking at how handsome i was, I'm such a big braggart eh?? SO i'm just joking, but when i got off, the macritchie clouds found me again and rained right on me.. I was pretty pissed but i just ran all the way to school. Then, after some painstaking years of waiting, mr yeo finally passed me and huda the cameras.. So i had a lot of fun although i had to run about taking photos, but this is a really nice event to be in, not all students get this privilege.. Then after that at about seven forty we ate dinner at the hall, with all the guests, how honoured we were, while all the other students had to eat the food downstairs, only we and a few students could eat the scrumptious finger licking lip licking FOOD and the gorgeous looking girl guides were serving us.. ahhaha. So i was stuck at the table with mr yeo, ms tanny koh, ray, imran, huda, widya, mrs how and the malay hod. Unfortunately, ms koh had to tell everyone she used to teach me in catholic high and to my extreme unfortunateness, mr yeo had to tell her about how i used my finger to pick the food on the table in the room with the Malaysian High Comissioner and Mr Sarkasi Said and the Principal and Vice.. by then the whole table was laughing at me, how many times have i been humilated by this story? MR Yeo told it to my previous class, to some teachers.. Who's next? My parents? But Mr Yeo insisted that i climbed over the sofa that time, c'mon that's ridiculous, i didn't do that! But i was responsible for walking around in circles, picking the food, and slamming the door to get more food at the canteen..


So after that, everyone went home. I'm very glad to be in ej sometimes, yes i know many people dislike mr yeo but he's ok at times, only at times when i don't like him then i don't like him.. Ej is so fun.. Although you have to write articles at times, but you can just be like me and throw this responsibility to your group members, and taking pictures can be fun too, although i always complain about it, i only dislike it when i have to do it alone.. But on top of that, so much fun we have, visiting places people don't have access to, doing special things others don't get to do.. I've covered pretty many important events already and i've enjoyed everyone of them.. Like that time i was the videographer for the Sarkasi Said project, he praised me for being patient, and i even joked with him! Mr Yeo said something and i didn't hear clearly, so i said, " Wha, What bra? '' And Mr Sarkasi Said kept laughing after i said that.. really! You get to sit in the car with the VP, you get to see the famous people, where even the head councilors don't have access to, so what are you guys waiting for? JOIN EJ!JJ@!#@!J$OJ!@#JR%kl;qjtklqjt

Chapter 21- Tight Fit

So today was tuesday... I had a great time today because we went to the lab for pure geog and we had the china thingy for our chinese lesson.. i thought once or twice about going to china but, its gonna be boring, we're gonna go to school anyway, what so fun.. besides, i'll be missing the sec three camp if i choose to go and i haven't been to a camp all my life.. not even p5, i was sick on the day of the camp so i didn't go.. So today, i was happy to learn that me and imran will be covering the annual awards thingy and i was happy because its a really fun event, although we had to run around, we would stay till 8 plus and we'll have fun too... But i was outraged that the ej shirt they gave me was of the size XS... omigosh, how stupid will i look running around in an xs???? I really had a headache yesterday that's why i didn't turn up for the ej meeting, although me headache disappeared in a while, i already skipped it so i went home.. Its all mr yeo's fault, he messed it up, now, this is an example.. remember this people..And so Faezah doesn't want to trade with me her M with my XS, she said she originally ordered L, ... If you order such a big shirt, when you raise your arms, everyone can see what's inside your shirt faezah, you must understand that... So she cruelly laughed at me when i tried my tight fit.. I'm quite used to wearing tight fit actually, all my home clothes are tight fit, i've worn them since i was 6-7 but this is outside!! I can't go around with a tightfit!! And after school the kind teck siang waited for my 163 as he made me miss my previous 163, so we talked about pool and how i'll avenge them by challenging the SA boys next time.. It seems that the SA boys have gained confidence after luckily beating us a few times and teck told me last thursday they walked up and challenged teck and wei zhou.. so brave!! Its usually us that do that! So Wei Zhou, being Wei Zhou cleared the table easily and left the boys dumbfounded, i wonder if they'll be brave enough to challenge us next time... Everyone knows Teck Siang likes to make girly noises, can i do a survey right now? Do girls like Teck Siang when he does girly noises? YES or NO???

So it seems that everywhere i go, the macritchie clouds follow me... since macritchie, then we went to toa payoh, then it rained on us. Today, after i got off the bus, it was raining heavily, and it wasn't before i got on the bus, so i just walked thru the rain. After that i bathed to go for math tuition, i don't need tuition, its just that i do badly in math because i'm too lazy to practise, so tuition lets me practise.. So it wasn't raining when i got out.. but in 5 mins, the macritchie clouds jumped out and poured all it's urine on me... i was soaked by the time i reached the place. When i came out 2 hours later, the sky was clear, then as soon as i stepped on the road, the relentless macritchie clouds covered me and shot rockets of water at me, once again.. THANK YOU MACRITCHIE RAIN CLOUDS!!!

Chapter 20- Dan Brown's works, true or false?

I now carry the choking odour of incense smoke. After church today, my family went to two temples to visit our dead relatives. Not that i hate buddhism or any other religion, but whenever i go to these temples, i get an immense feeling on emptiness within me, i do not know why, but i just feel very aimless and hopeless. But whenever i think of the love in my church again, i'm very lucky and relieved that i'm who i am, which might be wrong, because i should not be proud of myself. But it's just a feeling of emptiness..You want love?

As any Christian has said again and again, about how wrong dan brown's works are, i would like to say it again. People love to get crazy over these books, people like jun qiang, who hasn't finished reading angels and demons and is crazy over it now, calling himself a illuminist, satanist, or luciferian, what is that? I mean, i know it seems so ''cool'' to call oneself a ''illuminist'' but please, do you think it's really cool to be a devil worshipper? Do you think its so cool to be anti-Christ, i mean, respect other religions.. And i do not know why certain people hate Christ so much, maybe they think he's a lunatic.. but, imagine for one moment, if i were to go out to the media and tell them, '' i'm God!'' Wouldn't the whole world want a piece of my head? You would surely think that i'm a lunatic wouldn't you? I mean, how can that small sized kid hexun be the Almighthy? He's crazy! That's what many people thought, that is probably why they wanted to kill Jesus. from Beneath that smile: A lunatic is, by definition, a person who is suffering from illness from the mind. Let's examine if Jesus was ill in teh mind. A person ill in the mind would reflect that in incoherent and absurd speech. What can we conclude from the quality of jesus' speech? The most famous sermon of all time was Jesus' Sermon on the Mount. Jesus' exposition on Christian ethics in the sermon has been hailed by modern day scholars as some of the most, if not the most profound sayings ever in history. ''Was He deluded about his greatness, a paranoid, an unintentional deceiver, a schizophrenic? Again, the skill and depth of His techings support the case of only for His total mental soundness. If only we were as sane as He!"

So the other alternatives is that He's a liar, but let's face it, who would ever die for a lie? Jesus was given many opportunities by the courts to admit his foolishness. By that simple admission, he would not need to face the cruelest of executions- cruxifixion. Therefore, it is difficult to imagine that Jesus would endure repeated lashings of the whip and finally the excruciating cross, if he knew deep down in his heart it was all a pack of lies! The most atrocious of liars would repent if his lie would cost him his life! Yet, Jesus, even to his last breath, stood true to his claim of being the unique Son of God. Not once did he waver. Dan Brown claims that Jesus was merely a great moral teacher. '' Nobody is saying that Christ was a fraud, or denying that he walked on earth and inspired millions to better lives. all we are saying is that constantine took advantage of Christ's substantial influence and importance." But a truly great moral teacher would not lead others astray with claims of being devine!

In C.S. Lewis' book, Mere Christianity: " You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come up with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human techer. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to. "

Chapter 19- The Intimidation

Today is Saturday did you realise? So after studying, i went out with my father to queensway to buy street soccer shoes. After buying a pair, he dropped me off at Toa Payoh Central to meet hassan, imran, latif, avinesh and murali for our futsal ( indoor/street soccer) tournament. We then headed to Sembawang. when we were about to arrive at our desired destination, we all had second thoughts after seeing many people nearly twice our size, smoking and drinking, most of them having a pierced lip or a scary tattoo. Imran kept saying, '' Its not too late to back out you know.'' i knew he was only joking but we really felt intimidated by the level of competition here. judging by everyone's tan complexion, we could tell they were regulars and they play a lot, while i was an ex at my primary school, and the rest of us were more or less in a way, ''nerdy''

So when we walked in we didn't feel very comfortable as punks walked around and the music was blasting. After registration, we gathered with the other beatty sec students. Aaron and hameed then joined us as they had no team. So, after looking at several teams play, we were all stunned, it was all lightning fast speed and there's absolutely no time to do any fanciful dribbling at all. So before long it was our turn to play, all of you guys wouldn't have any idea how nervous and afraid we were, a whole crowd of pros and gangsters looking at us nerds play soccer. We were pretty intimidated by our opponents size, they were from some secondary school called canberra or something, and they were big. Our team consisted of jj playing the keeper, murali playing as the superb defender, imran mid/defence, aaron midfielder, and me the lone striker. So the match started quickly and within 1 min's time, i was shoved and i fell flat on the ground, but i quickly got up, without aaron, we wouldn't have kept the game going that well, jia jun did surprisingly marvellous, he did manage several spectacular life-saving saves. Playing in such a fast paced match really took out every breath out of me, before long, my throat was paining from the dryness, and i was trying hard to keep up with the game. One chance came when aaron delivered a long pass, i was marked tightly, but i somehow managed to head the ball, but right into the keeper's hands. Then i got another chance, although there was no clear path, i tried to keep the ball upfront and volleyed the ball off wide. Then aaron got upfront for another play, he was then pushed away, imran came to the rescue, he too was about to be tackled but he managed to deliver a sweet curling cross over to the open hexun before he collided to another player, i waited patiently as the ball curled over and converted his magnificent cross into a half-volley but it was disappointingly denied by the keeper. Do you know the real meaning of playing rough? It seems that in every match i play with the guys, we encounter really rough people and we're the good guys who play fairly. Once our opponent was taking a kick in, he passed to another player, and as i headed over the player, the kick-in taker pulled me back, what was that? Is there any love left in this world?

I couldn't stand it any longer, i had to sub latif in as the stinging pain in my throat was killing me, apparently it was quite a wrong choice as afterwards aaron was left to attack alone. A minute after that, jia jun denied a shot bravely, but he claimed that he was shoved on the shoulder and the ball just rolled in, i didn't blame him then, we played surprisingly well for a team of nerds, and he did make many good saves. Battered, beaten, and in shambles, we trotted off after the whistle blew, but i was proud of my team then, we played well.

So since the next match wasn't until two hours time, we headed to sun plaza to have lunch. We had kfc for lunch. It then rained heavily and we met huda's team at the plaza. They only played one match and were leaving to go shopping!?!?? What was that?

When we returned, our match was about to begin. This time, we decided to let avinesh, hassan, hameed, latif and jia jun play. The defence was deserted totally, they didn't play well this time, after a brief minute, hameed subbed out for aaron to go in. I was dying to play then, but with only 5 mins of play time, what could i do when our team was humilatingly 3 nil down? Till the final two minutes, hassan decided to sub out, imran nudged me, he told me to get in, although i wanted to, i didn't quite feel like it, haha. So, how can i salvage such a disastrous situation? There was nothing left i could do, but aaron ran well down the side and before he collided with 3 other defenders, he crossed over to the unmarked hexun, it was between hexun and the goalie now, before the ball hit the ground, without hesitation, i rocketed the ball homeward but to my agony and utter frustration, the lucky goalie caught it! Just after this, the whistle blew and it was over. We decided to have an all stars for the third and final game, me, imran, murali, jj, and aaron would show them what beatty secondary (d) was made of, although we were small sized, fair, unrough and a little nerdy looking, we were going to show the world what was real soccer, the real hexun, the real primary school star, hexun..ahaahhahaha..


Since our last match wasn't going to start until 1 hours time, we decided to play soccer amongst ourselves at a basketball court far away from the street soccer court. Honestly we had more fun playing here than there, it was all pure fun laughter and real skills. After a long while, it was 655 and we decided to head back. While we headed back, we saw aaron and the other beattyians heading back, i was stunned and i asked aaron what happened, he said we had been disqualified as he told the referees that we'd walk over as he thought we went home already, of all the! We were prepared fully to show them our all stars and yet we didn't get to play, but it's all ok, we decided to go home.. at least they still had 2 rounds tomorrow and if they won those two rounds, they might qualify.. pity i wasn't going..

So yes, today i had a great time, we might not have the best team in singapore or even beatty, its e1 and e2 team! But that's the best team i can ask for, we have been undefeated ourselves among beattyians, i mean, when we play in school or outside, besides the one on friday, we were pretty successful. And i haven't played soccer since sec 1, the same goes to the rest of the team, they are all learned scholars and have little time for soccer.. and yet we still found our old skills.. i thought i lost everything but i found the ''old yet magnificent skill'' sitting alone in my memory banks and i happily took it out for display, we put up a good fight, against teams that intimidated us, that were twice our size, that had 10 times the time for soccer, that trained 100 times more, yet they were not able to sweep over us easily..

I honestly do not know how to walk tomorrow, my legs rotten, my groin's really aching painfully, my shoulders are cracked..let me teach those guys a thing or two about real soccer and fairplay..

Chapter 18- The Tainted world of Man

Today was supposed to be cross-country day... let's skip the explaining ok? Everyone's got it in their blogs. So yes, then imran, me, darren, latif, kenneth, avinesh, jia jun and murali decided to play soccer, to train ourselves before the upcoming tournament on saturday. So, everyone followed me back and i made them wait at the bus-stop while i went to fetch my ball and also to change my shoes. So on the bus to toa payoh's street soccer court, we saw the girls, cheryl xuan and belle and samantha walking towards thomson plaza! ARE THEY CRAZY??!??!? omigosh, they walked to thomson plaza! Powerful legs they have... must have trained them from constant window shopping trips. Too bad i hate shopping, i hate even going out to the bus stop. So we went there and unfortunately some people from beatty were already playing there, so we proceeded to challenge them, we just didn't get that certain feel which you can usually get so we didn't play well. That wasn't the point. There was this guy, his name was nanda, he's a good soccer player. So, he played the ball away from me and i tailed him and tried to tackle him, then he started playing with me and taunted me, so i tried even harder to tackle him, i think i kicked him accidentally or i stepped on his foot, it was all accidental! Then he suddenly started calling me '' punde'' or something, which is a some bad word in tamil. And he started calling me that after he passed to his friend, he then motioned for his friend to pass back in tamil, but i understood what he wanted to do, i knew he intended to inflict much pain upon my soft body by driving his ball straight at me, but luckily his friend didn't pass to him. Throughout the remaining of the game, he stared at me and repeated his vulgarities, he was on the verge of assaulting me, i told him i was sorry earlier but he kept staring at me. Thankfully the game ended quickly and when i was resting, he pointed straight at me and said, " I want that guy to play'' i quickly ignored him.

What am i to do? What wrong have i done? Maybe i accidentally hurt him, but i had no purposeful intention... he taunted me and although i supposedly hurt him or something, i still said i was sorry and now i'm bookmarked, what's he gonna do? If humans weren't disciplined or taught the right thing to do whether or not by religion, acting on my human instincts, i would have given him the finger honestly.. but i didn't, instead, i apologised.. what wrong have i done? And now it seems that he's gonna take some action sooner or later and i'm not very comfortable with that thought. But nevermind, if he attacks, i'll try not to retaliate and if i die, please do tag my board more.

So we decided to head to another court which supposedly had more favourable conditions for soccer. Soccer, when was the last time i touched this game? I've ignited the old passion, the game i played so passionately, so '' freely'' i mean, pool cost me money.. Soccer, the game that more or less caused the low psle aggregate score, the game that indirectly disallowed me to take up higher chinese.

Let me tell you the history of soccer, please, i say here, there would be bragging... so if you can't stand my bragging, skip to the next paragraph. Soccer, i do not know when i started playing well, i think when my church friend taught me the basics. I suddenly developed '' lightning fast dribbling'' and superb dribbling, haha, i can't help myself, but seriously, i felt i was a good player when i was in primary school, the only letdown was my stamina. I could play a keeper quite well too. Nothing, not even pool can bring about a feeling when you're walking on the pitch, with the northeastern monsoon winds blowing across the grasses of spring, and when you're slowly walking across, your heart skipping because, you're gonna play soccer, that simple. It was just great, my primary school years, i was in catholic high then.

Morning- 30 mins, soccer
Reccess- 30 mins, soccer
After school- 3/4 hours, soccer

That was how i played. And i was in em1 at that time.. i failed to acheive the expected, ironically, it was english, not chinese, i had 69 for english and you needed 70.. My mom talked to the teacher and he said i was too lazy and i played too much soccer. 1 mark, for english, just one mark!!! This was chinese! not english! Nvm about that. I just stayed back everyday after school to play soccer, and my complexion was just, black. My mom told me i was too dark and that she was afraid i'll never be fair again. So, soccer led to my disappointing downfall and i came to beatty. I still remember the first game i played in beatty, during some orientation or something. Imran and latif and shi xiong, whom have already become friends, immediately formed their team, and it seemed like a star team, also with andy with it. The quiet anti-socials were left out: murali, me and peera. HAHAhah, we showed them what was soccer, although i didn't quite know any of them, we played super well, and it was in this game where i got to know murali, i celebrated a goal with him. So that was it, other than that, another memorable game was when 1t1 played with us in pc lesson, i was running up and down and when i saw andy, who was the hapless goalie subject to all the power ful shots, i decided to save his skin and take over him instead, only then, was there peace.. haha, although we lost. Other than that, the last game we played was the sec one interclass, i, on the other hand, became another andy and i let in countless goals..ahahha


so that was the last of my soccer career, then my skin decided to turn fair when it had the opportunity and turn me into a nerdy looking guy who seemed like he doesn't go out. Then, pool took over my passion too.

So today, we played with ourselves at the other court and we really trained well, although jj isn't exactly a superb keeper, he's the best we can ask for.. And we really had a great time playing, full of laughter.. Until the dark clouds from macritchie blew over and rained right on us, that's when we started to slow down and then, stop. I went with imran to eat a very filling meal of zinger meal and one large whipped potato, i was pregnant when i finished it.. it was simply great.


And before we end,

A Tribute to the late, Joey Tian Wei Zhou, founder of Tian's acedamy, person of great knowledge, person of incredible pool skills, the person responsible of breaking one of safra's pool cues, the person responsible for our enjoyment, while we sat back.. watching his trickshot videos.. doubting his skills, doubting the genuineness, he put in a lot of hard work into the videos.. for what? For your enjoyment! So doubt his skills no more, do not doubt his authenticity or i shall smite ye with me staff, and me sword, and me cue, for he hath the skills you hath not. For he is my master and my chalk...He is the one, the one who led me to this path, where i constantly see my wallet empty.. We remember, Tian Wei Zhou, and although he isn't here with us today, Tian's acedamy will go on, Me, teck siang, kenneth will lead the noobs..

13/04/06.. Tian Wei Zhou wasn't with us today, but we will continue.. although we'll all see him next monday, but we will all remember this day, 13/04/06, the day, we lost our master..

Chapter 17- Disunity and unhappiness

For the whole day i've been thinking of Shi Xiong's church. And when i went to church today, i was very glad to be there, just glad. I dunno, shi xiong's not replying me at all, maybe he's angry i rejected his church, because he did hint abit about joining his church in the future. And my heart simply told me something was wrong so yesterday night i frankly told him i did not have the sense of ease. When i consulted my mum, she said that if i didn't feel at ease, it shouldn't be the right place. I mean, after doing some research, i found out that speaking in tongue is not entirely right, although it's God's language. But you speak it in different circumstances, its not something everyone can do, and speaking of the tongue is used to confirm God's Words, but those days were far over and speaking in tongue is considered something associated as satanic.


Speaking in tongues, when practiced according to the Bible, is a sign from God given to warn unbelievers of impending judgment. Because of this point, Scripture provides limiting conditions for its use within the Church, including the requirement that an interpretation should be given (also in the case of a visitor speaking a foreign language).
Furthermore, tongues were a characteristic of apostolic ministry, to confirm the Word of God in a time when the Church was not yet established in all its diversity and when the revealed Word of God was not yet completed. The destruction of the temple closed the days of the Jewish era. With the establishment of the new Christian testimony, which included Jewish Christians, the exercise of the sign-gifts, including speaking in tongues, simply stopped. (On the foundation of the apostles and prophets of the New Testament, Ephesians 2:20; Paul's ministry completed the Word of God and closed the period in which God gave revelations.) Therefore, the modern-day tongues movement must be rejected as a demonic influence which serves several purposes:



(1) To keep believers in ignorance and spiritual immaturity;


(2) To suggest that right now, in a day of small things like in Zechariah 4:10, we can have the same "great things of God" (Acts 2:11) as in the early days of the Church;


(3) To suggest that we are not under Gods dealings in discipline, because of decline and disobedience;


(4) To sow discord among Christians, while creating outward unity;


(5) To mobilize emotions, which are not controlled by the Spirit and Word of God.

http://www.rapidnet.com/~jbeard/bdm/Psychology/char/speaking.htm

Apparantly, Shi xiong did not seem too happy about this, that's why he hasn't spoken to me yet. But why be like this? We are all the same, you cannot force me to do what i didn't grow up to accept and believe.

Chapter 16- The day's ending and the unfamiliarity

Today was an unusual day. I dressed up and headed to Shi Xiong's church by 1pm. While on the taxi, the driver, a woman, said my scar was cute, so i'm quite ok with the wound now. So when i arrived, shi xiong was pissed i arrived so late, but it was the driver's fault, then when i entered the auditorium, the whole place was filled with people, talking, chatting and laughing. So the service started and i was honestly pretty uncomfortable about it. Everyone was raising their hands and jumping around, although i'm quite ok with that, i'm just not used to it.

So, the gruelling 7 hours sermon started. Paster Sy Rogers was a great speaker i have to say, he connected with the audience well, and i like his sermon, just that it was pretty long, 7 hours is in fact, a bit long you know...

when everything was ending, at about 9 plus, they just kept singing and singing and the pastors went around, placed their hands on people's head, said some words and these people just brokedown, crying and they lay on the floor in a semi-concious state. shi xiong explained that at this time, they felt God's power and his love that they breakdown.

Shi xiong thought that me and samantha would definitely be shocked and would definitely love this church. Maybe for samantha, it did because this church is similar in some ways to hers but it wasn't for me. It just wasn't what i grew up to be used to, i wasn't accustomed to all these. It didn't suit me really that was why i didn't feel that good today night. Maybe this shouldn't be the attitude or maybe i'm just accustomed to my church's style of worship, i have to say, it is lively, which is good, and shi xiong thought that i didnt expect the crying and the breaking down, but in our church we do, i just feel God's power more purely for some reason. I wanted to fit in and love it the way i love my church but something in my heart just told me that this doesn't suit me at all. In my church, it's a totally different scenario, but its not that its boring, but there is crying, there is sadness and happiness altogether, but its a different feeling, unlike his. That is why, Shi Xiong, i'm sorry, i just cannot find a place in my heart to try to accept it, it's a big difference, maybe someday, but not now..

Chapter 15- The world's ending and the Wizard's scarring

Yesterday was Friday, friday was SUPPOSED to be a nice day, but it turned out to be a day full of battles, bruises, scarring, and war. Let's start with pe. Yesterday was nafpha day or something similar to that, then , after the standing broad jump, we proceeded to the shuttle run. It was finally my turn, and i zoomed back and forth, when i returned the last time, i sprinted with wizard-like speed and found a group of people in front of me, as i was about to fall, i changed course and went to the left, and on the left, was a ledgey thing, so i jumped over it in order for me to not trip, and after i jumped, i was almost beheaded by a yellow thin nylon rope, which slashed my eyelids, phewwyyt, and blood splurted out. The first thing i thought of when i stood up was, '' Oh God, i'm blind on my right eye.'' But as i squinted, there was a ray of light coming thru, then i saw the earth. Thank God i'm not blind!! And as i walked towards everyone, my tears flowed like crazy, i wasn't crying, but its just auto tearing... I have to thank everyone for their concern, Glenda, and wen shan and Mrs hao, after the attempted beheading, and the brutal whip across my eyelid, a blinding attempt.

Mrs hao brought me to see a doctor nearby and we had a good chat. So, the doctor just told me it was a slight cut, rope burn and it wasn't gonna be a scar, although i'm gonna call it a scar. So, i decided to continue schooling and not go home as i had plans for the day. Luckily i was chosen for the mooodle thingy and i could escape lessons but i had to do everything with a stinging pain, it was devouring my once fair and smooth and slender skin, and it left a dark mark. The evil mark of darkness. So in the com lab, where alot of 3e2 people were gathered, i proudly showed my master's trickshots videos, and everyone was like, wah, woo, omg, wa, woo, omg. I'm so proud of my evil master, we will triumph over good. So a while later, alot of people from the thai education department entered the lab and started looking at what we were doing, and one thai photographer wanted to take a pic with me and a thai person, i pointed to my eyes, which meant, " I'm SCARRED!!'' But he said nevermind so i smiled for the picture. After that, sch was over and i went to the canteen where my master was proud of my scarring, i had officially joined him, and we will dominate middle-earth. The once beautiful face, the slender and fair face, it was a hustler's face, a face of evil but it tricked many, people think i'm a good guy, i'm only deceiving them, now, i'm going full force, i'm taking off my cloak, i'm revealed, just like Gandalf revealing the white out of the grey, i'm not hiding anymore, i'm out to take everyone....

So, me, my master ( wei zhou), kenneth and teck siang took a cab to penisula. When we arrived, we saw a S.E.X and the city store there, and the 5 of us were like standing outside the store, frozen, we were staring at it, not me, but they were guessing what was inside that store, boys would be boys.... So we searched the whole penisula plaza and i spent 9 dollars on pool cue tips.

Next, we took a cab to safra. There, we didn't have any tables, and we played snooker first. When we finally got a free table, it was snatched away from us by the same st andrews boys we beat earlier this week. Then, me and teck siang couldn't stand it anymore, we went forward, riding our dark steeds with speed, and we confronted them, we challenged them, but they stood strong, and they fended us off and they told us, our doom will come not at this time, but at a later period. Disappointed and rejected, we rode back to our castle snooker. I kept telling teck siang how scared they were, they were hum ji bangs, to people like kenneth, he would say hum ji, but i said hum ji bang, which is some biscuit in mandarin. I wasn't satisfied at all. To our enormous surprise, those noble knights kept true their words, knights of honour, they rode bravely to our castle snooker and they boldly invited us to battle at their grounds.

Me and kenneth followed them to their castle table four pool. That was where the fierce battle started, we were ambushed by 7 other knights. We fought well in the first match, but a fatal mistake by me and i accidentaly potted the black. We lost round one of sparring. Round two was coming up, they had the confidence, it was home against away, and they had support, we were a lonely evil force. They cleared their balls and we had four left. They only had one black. It was my turn, i potted one, stunned the shot, then potted the next one, a screw, then i potted the last of my balls. It was time for the black, and i told them the final destination of the black, and i hit it, it rolled, slowly, slowly, and boom, it droped in to the desired pocket. We won, i redeemed myself.

After everything, we went back to school again were we found ourselves embarassingly dressed in a class tee and school pants. While everyone was dressed in nice clothing. So, we watched the surprisingly boring drama production and teeck couldn't stop complaining to me how boring it was. Then, at nine plus, we went to feast at loring 8, metvanga and the girls, then went home.

Chapter 14- The end of my days

Today is wednesday. HAEIHIHAIhf, so i screwed up my pure geography test, i mixed up ten marks worth of questions... so much for a good impression for mrs chow... I'm dead man, now she'll think i'm a lazy pig. asfhiaidsg... Then during chinese lesson, mr lim was telling us his wake up sad speech about our chinese test results, and i began to fear that this might be my unlucky test, i've never failed chinese but everytime we take a test, it's the bad test results speech which worries me. So i was one of the last names called, when i took my paper, i couldn't help but scream because i expected the worst, but i got 40/60...now i really have to work on my chinese compo, last year paper 2 i had 64/70 but i did really really badly for compo then i b4 instead. So after that was the highly feared chemistry tesst and it was surprisingly easy, although i think i'll just get 22 or 24/30. After everything, since i everyone was carefree and released from the burden of tests, we went to safra to pool.

Today's wasn't satisfactory pooling for me, i haven't been performing up to my standards, emotions are affecting my game, kenneth is affecting my game, teck siang is affecting my game. EMOTIONS... too much of it, too competitive, to much hatred, too much jealousy, too much anger.. But at least wei zhou told me something that i wouldn't say here... and i think, its time for the return of my pool table to my hall again, its time to practise..

Chapter 13- The end of days

Today is tuesday. Two tests were on today. So today was the first test, and the twins kept asking me if i studied, if i studied, and they were busy testing each other on ss and history stuff...so paranoid. The ss test was a handache, maybe i wrote off point...i think i did, i didn't read the ss text till this morning, well, i think 1 3/4 pages is presentable, at least i wrote something down, even if it's off point, haha. Then during reccess, i ate worm stall again, i dunno why, but i think i'm addicted to it, the egg is too...too... irresistable, and i realise i have been eating worm stall since last week, and i gave the excuse that the queue was short, but i think i'm addicted to their egg!!! But seriously, i really inspect every spoonful in case of a worm and since everything resembles a worm, i decided to stop bothering about it. But really, they have to improve on their hygiene, i mean, they don't wash their stuff properly, i always take the plastic forks and spoons because the metal ones always have some remnants of rice grains. But teck siang told me that they reuse spoons, so i'm trying to avoid that store in future, BUUT THE EGG IS SO IRRESISTABLE!! So after reccess was pure geography. And it was video time.. Mrs Chow can't blame us can she? The videos really make us drowsy that's why so many of us slept. I tried my best to sit in the most relaxed half-asleep position during the first two videos...but when she played the last one, i decided that the head on the table position suited me best, without knowing it, i slipped into barney's dreamland. I was irritably awoken by ji yun.. and i asked her why she shook me, she told me i was sleeping, and i was surprised, i slept?? After the lesson, i was listening to andy describe the sleeping positions of everyone, teck siang was sleeping with his mouth open, head supported by his arms, then he told me i was sleeping with my arms covering my face...now how gung ho is that?? I must have lookked beautiful and so, so, soft and so, fair, and so gorgeous, with saliva dripping out...uhmmmmmm

So after that was history test, it was an essay question. When i saw the question, i sighned, another long day for my hand... All about how stalin was about to control his rule or whatever thruout his reign. So it was busy writing for my slender and fair and smooth hand, the bell rang and me and imran and murali were still buusy scribbling, i was writing so fast, my hand was numb and all my words went crooked, then i could not see straight, my vision was blurred..mrs haridass called us writers, i'm honored to be labelled a writer!!! wooooo...So as usual, after i penned the last full stop, my hand rotted, turned black and dropped off, i had to take the trouble to reattach it...so troublesome...haiiiyaya

Chapter 12- the world's ending

Today is monday. Today was supposed to be an ordinary long and draggy monday, but it wasn't, there was the world championship debate finals... Everytime i thought of it, my stomach plunges into a poooool of nervousness, and this increases my heartbeat rate. So after reccess was physics and the more i attend physics lessons, the more i give myself an opportunity to hate mr ng. He should just pack up his bags and head home. I can't stand his lessons. I wanted to just lay my head down and study myself at home, but if there aren't many people doing that, i cannot be one of them, so i forced myself to keep my head up.. but i still didn't absorb much. Next was the world championship debate finals. I had already written my opening speech and whatever yuan hong said, i had to somehow fit my speech in to answer his question. As we already guessed what they were going to say, i could prepare myself. But what yuan hong said wasn't much of what we expected, but i still tried to fit my speech in and still not miss any point at all. I was quite nervous actually. I think my speech had too many points and some points were quite profound. My mum told me to change the words like children are susceptible to environmental influences. I agreed but i was too lazy to change them. Most of these were found in my mum's psychology textbook actually, that's why they sounded so profound..I didn't deliver as well as i was supposed to, i didn't deliver the penguin story.. But it all doesn't matter. But Peera's group was repeating what they had been saying since the first speaker said it. Parents must be there to guide their children, children cannot make all the decisions, children these days turn to drug abuse and leaving home. How many times did they repeat that? Firstly, they made it sound that we said that we should let children make all decisions and that we should kick the parents away. WE STATED CLEARLY THAT CHILDREN SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO MOVE WITHIN WELL_DEFINED BOUDRIES OF ACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR!!! But they kept saying it again and again. That's probably why latif was left with nothing to say, firstly, because he didn't prepare himself, secondly, he isn't very good speaking in public, thirdly, robelle's group kept repeating the same points but we didn't want latif to repeat exactly what i said.

So after school, i just told the yh kenneth and teck siang i was in a pooling mood because i watched the mosconi cup yesterday night and i've got the feel. When we went today, yuan hong beat my surprisingly 3 times in snooker. This was his day. Then kenneth proceeded to challenge some students from st andrews sec, a tag team game. I played horribly, that's why we lost. I knew although kenneth didn't say so, he blamed me for it. Then kenneth decided to tag with teck siang instead, and he said i wasn't on form today. But i told him i needed to redeem myself after showing everyone how nooby i was. But it was only appropriate for kenneth to decline tagging me and tag teck siang instead. I was definitely unhappy of being left on the bench, on the sidelines. But it turned out teck siang suffered the same fate as me and he played horribly as well, thankfully, they won, but just by luck. I decided to set a game for myself and asked them for a last game, this time, i decided to tag yuan hong. Yuan hong is a good player, but he doesn't seem to play seriously, he laughs all the time. But because of this wrong perception, that he isn't a good player, you feel pissed when he beats you, because he is quite a good player. This time, with an element of good playing alongside me, we played very very well, and i told yuan hong he was playing great today. He almost got the last ball in but it unluckily hit the jaw of the mid-pocket and missed, but it was great effort. They missed a couple more and it was my turn this time. The eight ball was right down the bottom half of the table. And my cue-ball was at the top half of the table. The eight ball was in the middle, and near the cushions. For this kind of shots, people like kenneth, teck siang and yh would surely try to double it. but i tried to go for the cut. I positioned myself and feathered a few times, then positioned my cue to the left side of the cue ball to create a left spin, then, the final draw back of my cue and i struck the cueball, it spun leftwards and so thinly sliced the eightball, sending it rolling sweetly into the bottom left pocket. WIOWWWIWWW, ok we won.

Chapter 11- no more nice posts

Today is sunday, sundays are beautiful days. So as usual i went to church today. I didn't really listen to the sermon much, it was too long and i was very restless. After that, the tuition immediately started. I do not know whether to my dismay or to my relief, the chinese boy didn't turn up. Dismay because i brought my chi-eng dictionary with me and i brought my pencil..haha.. relief because i didn't have to struggle to teach him english in chinese. Listen everyone, we have to treat all our english teachers well, they are really very respectable. How on earth do you teach english?!?!?! Really!!!!! So i just helped jing yang and ziling teach their tuition kiddies, one called ronald and another very bad kid, you just have to know he's naughty. I learnt things that i thought i knew in secondary 1 math, real numbers...Then after that, we just had worship and split into zones, played games and split into ministries, talked and spilit into small groups, which split into smaller groups. Then i joined jing yang to talk to ronald about the religion and about studies. English= read books. Chinese= read books and news. Math=practice. Science= practice. History=covered by english. Geography=covered by english. So ultimately, it's just reading books and practice. While walking ronald to his bus-stop, jy asked me some challenging questions about Chrisitianity, and i was stunned that i never thought of it before, and although i'm not really in doubt, i will find the truth. Well tomorrows the big debate and i'm the first of the first speaker...the thought of it right now makes me uncomfortable. I hope i can speak everything smoothly as i have about 3 and a half pages to speak about and only 3 and a half minutes...