The One With the Psychological Test.

He stands in the city square
Scores of feet passing him

Many feet
Many shoes

In his mind, he wears them on
his own synthetic feet

He feels them tightening, the shoelaces tightening.

He feels them. He knows them.
He feels them? He knows them?

The shoes feel the tightening.
That discriminate pressure.
discriminate.

Discriminate.

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Ok so I'm back again. And I don't need to go in tmr night! (Altho, we were all confined today till 5, cos we aren't fit enough to go out.) Thanks to a psychological test or something, I can go in on monday instead. Apparently they think I'm crazy.

Well, I'll take it up a level.

I'm not just crazy. I'm estatic! I feel like James Bond, walking on a tightrope, sipping red wine, across the Grand Canyon.

It means alot to me, this free time. The extra night where your head lies on a familiar (growingly distant) pillow; the fingertips on the keyboard; and the company of family.

Remember my swollen finger? Btw, pardon the crazy jumping from topic to topic. Haha, tired lah tired. And also, I tag at any tagboard, so if I dun reply you, don't call the Anti-Reply Tagboard Hotline. We don't have to resort to that...

Well, I wanted to report sick the night before i came home. Really. It was so swollen and hurting, but I didn't go cos well... let's just say someone's reluctance rubbed off me.

Anyways, the confinement, the swollen finger, and the inability to report sick despite the monsterish swell, made me very very sad. ( I hate to say this but 'sad' makes me feel so primary school. Ah, the joys of childhood.)

But God turned the situation around. Long story short, cos I'm abit tired to type heh, if I had went that night, I'd probably be hospitalised over a small matter, and the repercussions would be a probable recourse.

Thank God He knew all things.

He knows all things. Who else can say that truly?
I dunno what you guys are going through.
But I know my God knows.

And He knows best.

... the Lord's unfailing love surrounds the man who trusts in Him...

He knows best.

The One With All The Hazelnut Chocolates.

Blessed be Your name
Though I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

I'm back!! For the hol's. Well half-holiday, since I came out only this morning. Its been an eventful week, so much has happened. But all that's fine now, with Cadbury Hazelnut chocs popping into my mouth like hands waving wildly in a music concert. -woosh, (to your left), woosh, (to your right), woosh, (into the mouth), woosh, (chew!)-

Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

Ooo. The choc are gone. I'm sad. Haha..

If you must know, I had a sort of test, to see if I have leadership qualities and stuff this week. Held in the forbidden forests again. Hate living out there. Anyways, I can safely say I am a born follower. Yes, I follow Jesus.

Haha, I can't lead for (hazel)nuts la. Whatever. Haha, my finger swelled very badly on the last day, which was yesterday, and now its still swollen. Went to a doc just, and he poked it and squeezed out some of the pus. Gross stuff I gotta say. Pain. Very pain.

Btw, I dun really like chocolates that much. Just craving. It's happy food. haha


And if you're wondering why I have this song etched inbetween my entry, well, I'm confined again. Haha, I'm terribly sad, cos I miss alot of you, and I miss my family terribly much. I planned to have sat evening to catch up and all. BUT, all dashed cos of my silly mistake where I listened to the crowd instead. (See! Natural born follower.) I cried at the window last night, as I called home and replied msges and all. Thank God my block is the only block facing the sea, and mainland. -Picture me grinning uncontrollably.-


I have so little time for my parents, and for my group of close frens, and my classmates. (btw, about MI:III, I was waiting to see if I could make it then reply. Apparently I can't. Altho I would have suggested we watch something else. Haha.. )

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord blessed be Your name

But in all things, I acknowledge the sovereignty of God. I thank Him. Altho I can't see any good in the confinement, I still thank You God. That You are God, and You are in control. You're God. You don't need a good reason to do anything. But I know You do. Cos You look out for me.

I realised that its not about being positive and finding the good in the bad. Altho we should be positive. But its about thanking God for all things, good or bad. And as sad as I am, I can only stand amazed at His love.

You look out for me.
Blessed be Your glorious name.

The One After Mud, Tekan, and Bugs.

Yes, the Boy is back.

Haha, Its been a really long 2 weeks, but no worries, I'm safe and sound, blistered and bubbled, with scratches and rashes all around.

Its strange how well I could fit in with the forest and its insect-community. I hate insects as many know, and I was thinking I would probably spend the entire camp ARHHhhhhhhhh-ing away like I normally would 'arh'.

But lying in my little hole (which is pretty much like an open grave I've gotta say), I felt more like a tree trunk -- comfortable in its place, with the ants and the worms, and the grasshoppers, and the spiders, frolicking through it.

YUCKS!

Thank God I'm no tree trunk. Haha, but truthfully, I was pretty comfortable with the insects all around. Oh, I even saw a few fireflies. Pretty cool I've gotta say. That was for my last night. Where everyone had to dig their own trench, or as it was to me, their own open graves.

No kidding, I felt like Dracula lying in the pit, hands folded over my chest, keeping the blasted rifle safe. I couldn't turn left nor right. Just sit up to get up. Walking from point to point, you see other Dracs lying dormant beside. Mist rising, shadows long and swaying... arhhhh. Gothic.

I say the Mothers suffer the most during the camps. I brought back an entire duffel bag of dirty muddy clothes man. Every was pulling along their duffel bags, gathered in small clusters as we were heading home.

Sounds familar? Yep, cos Changi's full of such scenes. Group of stewardess walking with poise and grace, pulling their duffel bags along. It seems the Men of the Big N are preeeetee similar to the Ladies of the Big S. (That's SIA btw.)

"We train you to be men," they say.
"We pick only (society's) perfect women," they say.

Men's man and Women's woman have not much difference afterall!!

Nonsense aside, I really thank God for sustaining me. I mean, I'm a Bath Boy.

( Voice over: Bubble blowing, he destroys the scums of society with a wave of his Loofah.!!Governing Bathram City with the help of his sidekick Rahbur Duckie, evil (bacteria) trembles at his might!! He is BATHBOY!!)

Yup, that's me. (Beams with pride.) What can I say, being muddy is so not a nice feeling, but you get used to everything after awhile.

Just glad to be back.