SP Open Death!

Oh no. I’m drafted to play Zhong Yuan for the first round of the SP Open. I am going to DIE. I haven’t played in ages, my neck feels stiff, and I am I bad shape! What am I going to do?!

You Say It Worst, When You’ve Nothing Nice At All

I used to listen to this Sunday school song in my Dad’s car on the way to church on Sundays. It was cute, but most importantly it put a value in my heart from then on.

“Encourage one another, and build each other up!

Build each other up!

Build each other up!

Encourage one another, and build each other up!

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Encourage one another, don’t tear each other down!

Tear each other down,

tear each other down!

Encourage one another, don’t tear each other down!

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down!”

I loved that song. But these days, its just absolutely invisible in our society. Its so evident. Criticism and discouragement reign in our conversations. We pick at the things, habits, styles, idiosyncrasies of strangers or even friends and even blow them out of proportion, killing the self-esteem of the victim.

Its seen so often in my school. No names here, because this is a whine post. There are so many who bring others down just because they speak different, or they have that slightly lower E.Q. that sometimes makes things awkward. That is no excuse to take him/her out with a barrage of unfriendly remarks.

Hardly have I ever heard anyone praising someone else, or speaking of something or someone else without envy, anger, bitterness, or just plain stupid intention to embarrass.

I often hold back remarks that might hurt others or that I’m unsure of. Anger usually makes me make those remarks and that, I always try to curb. Its not evident, I know! Because I stay silent!

God has revealed to me that I’m a very judgmental person. I can see the characteristics, strengths and flaws of someone easily once I become friends with them. But, He tells me that this innate gift from Him isn’t used to criticize or to self-prove. Its to help Him to tell the other person how wonderfully God has made him/her. Its to tell me who I should be wary of. Its to tell me who my true friends are. This is one reason why I keep quiet a lot.

If you’ve got nothing nice to say, then its best if you don’t say anything AT ALL.

Screwed-driver

I am a student, and I’ve been one for the past 10 years. Just about everyone knows what its like to be a student – waking up early; churning out homework; annoying teachers; after school soccer games (usually played while in the school uniform so we get caught by the discipline master easily).

Now that I’m having a period of holidays, there’s no work to be done (well I’ve still got my Final Year Project still half done, but that’s a long run kind of thing). As a student, my main goal is to get good academic results and generally look forward to having fun during the holidays.

So you see, now that I’m having my holidays, my goal of studying and mugging is gone. Albeit, for a short while. My drive to study and absorb notes like a sponge has no where to go. And now that misplaced ‘drive’ is wreaking havoc in my head!

Test-Over

So, the MSTs’ ended yesterday afternoon, and there’s a sense of happiness that I’ve not felt in a while creeping slowly into me. That kind of ‘HOLIDAYS-YAY’ feeling, you know? And I’ll just foolishly beam a super wide grin when I think about it! Going hysterical! Like bonker-turtle here.

Too bad it only lasts for 3 weeks….

OK, happy thoughts, happy thoughts……

I’m going to play soccer with the guys at the cage, Kallang. Haven’t played in a long while. Its gonna be a blast! Of course, I’m gonna be playing a lot of tennis as well!

Meanwhile, Christmas is almost here! Alright, its not for another 2 weeks, but everyone’s already thinking about it! The decorations are up everywhere! Ion Orchard, Bugis, SP. Haha. Maybe not SP. The ambience of Christmas is all around us! The lights, the nights, the free gifts giving, the carols.

Jesus, thank you for Christmas!

Trials and Exaggerations

There’s only one more day left to my trial. A trial of strength. A trial of agility. A trial of speed and ability. A trial of heart. A trial of integrity. A trial of love. A trial of temptation. A trial for all times.

The Mechanics III test!!!

Use proper grammar properly

I don’t like it when a whine-based blog post stays the first post on my blog. Makes me look like I complain a lot when I obviously don’t.

I actually wrote a chunk of words here about bad grammar in Singapore, but, forget it.

Hey look here! Hey look! Look here!

You see, I’m absolutely fine with attention seekers.

I admit that I do want attention, albeit to a certain degree. However, when that desire to be noticed turns you into something disgusting, that’s when there’s only one more button left to push before I blow up.

I really don’t want to name him here because its not nice. It also makes me look like a jerk to whoever that is. I’m a coward, I know, thank you. I’m working on it. He’s not trying to grab my attention, but rather, the attention of everyone around him.

He’s pawing at attention by doing dumb things. They’re not just dumb, they’re absolutely irrelevant, degrading, illogical, and many times, disgusting. Its sometimes really very embarrassing to have him around. I’m not completely objecting it, but he’s just crazy.

Whoever you are, if you’re reading this post, you’re not him.

Nothing more than scotch-tape

There is absolutely nothing going on for me right now. I’m just stoning at home (like the million other times before). I’m trying to get some work done to prepare for next next week’s MST (Mid-Semester Tests). Nothing is going in my head either really. Phooey.

Anyway, Christmas is coming soon and I can already see people in my Facebook Feed talking about the Christmas spirit in the air. I’m thinking of stuff to do over Christmas.

They’re not exactly resolutions. Just, you know, those kind of thoughts where you go, “Hey, that Christmas period coming up? Hmmm, I bet I could get together with my secondary school pals. Or maybe go swimming. Visit a couple of museums!”

That last idea was just lame but, what the heck, you never know.

I decided I would paint my room. My room walls have been the same color day in, day out for the past 20 years. And its white. Not pure white. Its white with some kind of irregular gray dots on them. It looks ghastly. What’s worse, it can be ripped off with nothing more than scotch-tape.

Yes, scotch-tape. The stuff you use to bludgeon your Christmas gift with if you can’t seem to wrap it quite neatly. Just stick it on my wall, and pull it off.

There’ll be a white background (oh, surprise) behind it that has a powdery texture. I think its the last layer before I hit concrete. Civil Engineering of the 20th Century. Fascinating.

Death and All His Lives

I’ve been thinking about death a lot recently. A lot more than a 19 year old guy should.

But I’m a very thoughtful kind of person. Not necessarily in the caring sense of the word. Death is something we all have to face sometime.

Its in the time before death that people show their true colors, if they had time. But lately, I’ve just been thinking that I’d just be too damn scared to die.

I love living, I love to be alive, just to be alive! Its just made me cherish so much more than I ever thought possible.

“You’ve only one life. Live it to the fullest.”

This quote, many have heard, but few have really delved deep enough to understand the weight of it.

I feel like I’ve understood the first author of this quote. Its his dying wish. To tell you, “I’ve seen it all, and this is my advice. Your move.“

Twitter wit

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