joshua's HERALD

it is well with my soul.

2010-03-11T09:52:00.000-08:00

My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty;

I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.

But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD both now and forevermore.

FACEDOWN

2010-03-09T07:40:00.000-08:00

Now when Joshua was near Jericho, he looked up and saw a man standing in front of him with a drawn sword in his hand. Joshua went up to him and asked, "Are you for us or for our enemies?"

"Neither ," he replied, "but as commander of the army of the LORD I have now come." Then Joshua fell facedown to the ground in reverence, and asked him, "What message does my LORD have for his servant?"

The commander of the LORD's army replied, "Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy." And Joshua did so.

I need Thee every hour.

2009-10-04T06:23:00.000-07:00

Earlier this september, during my SPM trials, my friend got two tickets to this amazing roller coaster ride. I remember debating with myself in the shower (i think best in the wash room) as to whether i should go for it...

Anyway my friends... Trials was crazy!!! The day before my exams began, i sat on the bed, strummed and sang this wonderful song... "Be Thou my vision" Bad choice... bad choice...

Right after singing that song i began to feel uncomfortable... and before u guys start getting any ideas it was nothing to do with my vision ok... my eyes didn't like pop out or undergo mitosis to form 4 eyes la k...but i fell sick... and i'm not talking bout sick as in "mommy my stomach pain pain rub oil yay kind of sick". I'm talking bout reaching 40 celcius kinda fever. I did pray that i would get well but unfortunately I had to do my chem and bahasa paper with my head burning.

The discomfort was unbareable so i had to go to the hospital and guess what?

Yo Guys... I got Influenza A....

Suspected H1N1 la so i was put under home quarantine.

I was like "Yes... check this out...i get to postpone my trials and do it at my own pace... take my time and get a higher chance of scoring". So i went home thinking this was cool u know getting quarantined and all... i slept the whole day till the next not knowing what was to befall me.

As i was reading my bible the next day my parents called and said "Get ready, lets go take exam..." I was like wait a minute, what exam? I was home quarantined remember? Hello!!! I haven't even studied for the paper that day... my parents managed to talk me into doing it... but i wasn't happy. I really don't like last minute changes to my plans especially at times like this. Reluctantly and angrilly i pulled out my moral value paper and started memorizing all the values... Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan... Tuhan, kenapalah?

From that minute onward my plans came crashing down... my whole schedule went haywire. Just to feed your thoughts... take into consideration this series of unfortunate events...

1. Due to my weakness I did not read the last chapter of history and the paper tested me on a whole wonderful 10 mark structure question on that chap and a handfull of objiays ( ever seen me cry... tell u what i cried man... at home la not in school... in school i man uggh!)

2. I had to eat buns for the whole duration of my trials.

3. My head was still recovering and my studying capacity was severely affected.

4. I bombed my add maths paper. Seriously i thought i would get 50 marks again.

5. I was treated like a leper... seriously... plastic forks, plastic spoons, no sitting on the sofa, locked up in my room, can only sit at the corner of the dining table, cannot play the piano, can't hug my family, had to wear mask even at home, can't talk, sent to pulau jerejak...

6.FISH all day FISH all night FISH until FISH tasted like RUBBER and i grew sick of the only meat i ate.

7. I was forced to go for a hair cut later on.

8. Was attacked by acne.

9. Had a reason not to pull late nighters.

10. Got demerit for going to school at nine although my paper only started at 12 somethin

11. Memorized the whole civics text book in my attempt to pull up my position but to my dismay i forgot one phrase and totally blew a ten mark essay which all my other friends who only spent a while reading the book aced.

12. I felt deserted by my classmates though some of them expressed concern.

You know what... i could go on and on and on and on telling you about what went wrong. But no... that won't do. Let me tell you how it all worked out.

I had everything under control. I've been studying since like forever focusing real hard for this. Everything was in my hands it was all dalam tangan... but u know what... maybe i held on to it too tightly that God had to force it open, and he did. He made my hopes of a good forecast result come crashing down. He took my confidence and broke it into pieces. He wiped away my hours of late nights He gave me tears he made me cry i questioned Him and moaned at Him so often that even if He wasn't tired of listening i was tired of questioning. I wanted to give up.

But in my weakness He was made strong.

As i stepped into school after the hols and got my results one by one i was just overwhealmed by waves and waves of grace and mercy. I scored way beyond any of my expectations and i can humbly say i graduated high school top three in the form.

Now as i look towards SPM i'm not saying that i will get all As or A+ or whatever it is. But i know one thing... God is with me. How often i forget.

Thus i would like to encourage anyone who is facing the examination period now... trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on Your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.

In my weakness You be made strong LORD.

Earlier this year during my SPM trails, my friend got two tickets to this amazing roller coaster ride. I remember debating with myself in the shower ( i think best in the wash room) as to whether i should go for it...

I did and that made all the difference.

The Tetha Mu Gamma Love FrAternity

2009-08-15T09:45:00.000-07:00

Dearly beloveds,
Typing costs me time... time i don't have... but drawing provides an easier alternative for me to express myself.
Therefore, if you will... one of my comrade has uploded pictures from the Tetha Mu Gamma Scroll of Old: chapter 1.1 subsection 5.75 and posted it on his blog.
Please check the chatbox for the link to his site and so feel free to visit.

to know the depth of the wind

2009-08-09T04:24:00.000-07:00

How deep can the wind get? How wide can her wings stretch out? How sweet can her songs sound to my ears? How long can she loom and linger, rustling through my hair?I want to know!!! I want to know!!! I WANT TO KNOW!!!

Last thursday i made a very very difficult decission. I hadn't much time to think it over so it was a rather hasty choice... but it's worth it... i think. It started somewhat one month ago when a brotherhood was formed between four young men... all from different walks of life, different colours of eyes, different accents of speech, different breeds of acne, different circumferences of biceps and different widths of sails which would encampass the wind that blows their ships of life each to different unknown island destinations. Four of them sharing almost nothing in common mysteriously had something alike... all their paths of being converged to a single point called the Seventhofjulyo'eight. Yes there and then was where it all began.

In the begining... i know you know God made the heavens and the earth...

So in the not so begining, there was the Whisper, being carried by the soft moist lips of the wind to the ear of the hearer and from the hearing of the ear came the awakening of the being. From the unslumbering of the slumberer came the transmission of nerve impulses across the synaptic clefts by means of neurotransmitters to the brain and from that came the understanding of the thought and from the comprehension came the decision and the decision begot action which revealed itself through the utterence. But before the utterence there had to be the council of four and before the council of four the message that birthed the setting and ringing of the alarm clock had to be delivered through the Pigeons of Truth and from the council came the proposal which lead to the agreement and ultimately the brotherhood called the Tetha Mu Gamma.

Sigh... the fraternity,

Now that i have the history of what i'm talking about ironed out i shall continue to further explain myself. The Tetha Mu Gamma was formed on the foundation which had the words " to overcome love with love" inscripted deep into it... not erasable, not phantomable... and unfortunately not comprehendable. We young men decided it would be wise to form a freternity which would help us abstain from any form of relationship with the opposite gender until after form five. This was to ensure the productivity and advancement of our accadamical life. Hence further establishing the thought. " to overcome love for eve's race with brotherly love". With this mindset 'instilled' into the mind and thoughts of every member we elected the valliant, wise and humble patrick chua as our president going by the name Dr. Love to Night ( a long story). Working happily under him we had the "hardworking, secretarial, administrative " thung yiu jho shouldering the responsibility of the vice president and also the secretary while going by the initials T Y JOE (check it out!!!). We also elected Matthew Elliot as the lovemeter checker this was because he was predestined to do this job...he had this remarkable talent that when he places his finger to your heart and if it is so that your heart has a place for love towards a girl it would send such a rush of blood right up to his multitude of pimples and one of them would pop... then we know... then we know. And what pose i held you may ask? Well for the benefit of everyone it was decided that i only held the pose of AJK ahli jawatan kuasa. I was contented...

For a period of time the Tetha Mu Gamma thrived. It began to gain school wide popularity and was greatly revered by other bodies and students. We had our rituals... yes we did... and we had to follow them all strictly.

Unfortunately, i cannot continue my babbling discourse as the thought of how it all ended still wounds my feeble heart. Maybe, just maybe when i overcome this pain i shall tell you more about our rituals and achievements and also our fall. Someday maybe i shall look back and understand why but as for now i still wonder...

How deep can the wind get? How wide can her wings stretch out? How sweet can her songs sound to my ears? How tenderly can her fingertips tap moistly on the soft walls of my heart... I WANT TO KNOW... i want to know... i want to know (a weak cry fades faintly to the background engulfed by heavy breathing)

hear ye hear ye...

2009-04-16T21:47:00.000-07:00

below is a symbolic statement and i challenge anyone to decipher it.
"If I ever lay my eyes on thy face of royalty, or if we shall do as much as to verbally spar again O KING GEORGE the FIFTH, i shall slayeth thee with my sword, my lance, my meja-repunggungals and with my fiddlers three!!!"

re: entertainment news weekly

2009-03-07T19:21:00.001-08:00

To all entertainment news weekly fans. Iam sad to inform you that there has been a delay in this weeks edition due to absence of one of our key editors; Inspiration. We hope it's not too late to apologize fo any inconvenience caused. While our board of publishers try to contact Inspiration, our only consolation for you is that you read entertainment news weekly edition 1 until part 2 comes. Again we say sorry.
love, publishers of ENW

YO CROWD!!! LETS GET LOUD!!!

2009-03-05T01:56:00.000-08:00

Guess what's my newest passion!?!?! It's not basketball, it's not debating, neither is it studying... it's CHEER LEADING!!!
SAY WHAT?!?!
Give me a C... ( screaming echoes cccccc as the team moves one step forward)

give me a H... ( screeming echoes hhhhh as the team moves another step forward)

Give me an E^2... ( louder echoes this time as people are usually more confident when pronouncing vovels... and because it's squared everyone jumps 2 steps)

give me a C... ( doubtful echoes cause i made a spelling mistake)( i realise... so i improvise)

give me a backspace...( then everyone does a backflip and shout backspace with the hands in front of them like how i often do it)

give me a R... ( softer echoes r because their tiredness has caused damping to their longditudanal wave's amplitude)

So what's that spell? Cheerleader!!! Yaya i know it only spells cheer but understood la yo. So ya... why am i so enthusiastic about cheer? Umm i dunno it just looks and feels fun. I just enjoy myself everytime i touch my toes in the air. But unfortunately for me, PFS does'nt have an all-boys team. I really dont know why... maybe pom-pons dont do manlihood any justice. Or maybe some ppl think it's just plain sissy!!! But it's NOT!!! (i've got to get an applause for this... this very line could win me youth speaks for the nation or even US presidency) I mean come on seriously... in ancient times lacy pink and lilac handkerchiefs were the symbols of a knights bravery. But what can i do... only an insignificant handful of boys in my form like cheerleading... but the irony is we r all muscular... girls control yourselfs... boys don't mess with the facts! ya so what should i do?
i've got a plan... u know i always do... muahahaha...want to know what it is?
READY? OK!!
i'm gonna start a squad!!! SAY WHAT?!?! yea i'm going to start a squad! I'm opening it to the boys who are deprived from the wonderful experiences of leaping, jumping, falling down, doing splits, basket tosses, wolf jumps, pikes and the ultimate thrill of opening our mouths so wide that our saliva gets contained in our lower jaw sort of like a reservoir and the little flicking things cheer leaders do to their head to make it look more pretensiously excited if there's such a word... but seriously that's scarry... what if we bite our tongues off in the process? I think we'll scrape the head thing off, yea guys... lets keep it safe.
SO here are the requirements to join my squad which will eventually be tearmed our squad and which will move on to win the national cheer finals. Go team! anyway here they are ...

you must be a boy ( sorry girls... i'm really sorry)
you must be willing to wear our team attire no matter how unappealing or body hugging it may seem... i shall reveal it to u later... the attire... not my body
you must show me spirit fingers every time including when you are writing your essays
you must stick to a specific diet 3 months before competition which includes no chicken consumption and no colgate... only darlie
and I must know you!!!

so when i get my all boy team i think I'm gonna name it the GIRLS...

Guys Imitating Radical Ladylike Stunts or Guys In Really Lovable Skirts or something like that la k my mind cant work now. So anyone up for it? Please leave your name on my shout box. AND FOR ALL OF YOU UP FOR A CHALLANGE be you a cheerleader or not... try this

Go GIRLS

we defy taciturnity (whoo ooo whoo)

so enthusiastic we got u on yr knees ( kneel down)

we so good we make history (lift hand and show thumbs up)

you so scared u go pee pee ( don't have to do actions for this)

we got our pom pons by our side (take pom-pons and wave around frenzily)

our toe touches cart-wheels are our pride (half do toe touch half do cart wheel)

our splits make your knees collide (everyone splits except four who bite thier nails and shiver)

so afraid you run and hide ( run around)

we dont know what lack lustre maens ( lift some one high up and he shrugs his shoulders)

we just jump about like jelly beans ( basket toss n d rest bring hands infront of chest n bounce)

the trophie's ours or so it seems ( run to the trophie and lick the trophie slowly)

you can't win even in your dreams ( everyone falls down n pretends to sleep for one minute)( get to take a break and catch breath but they dunno they thought it's part of the act.. haha...smart move josh)

we dont care what you do today (frm lying position suddenly jump up and point)

we don't even care if you are gay ( smack your bottom then smack your friends bottom)

the route to the glory we lead the way ( do some marching)

who's gonna win let me hear you say!!!! ( put right hand towards left ear n left hand points right)

THE GIRLS ARE IN THE HOUSE!!! and the house's on fire!( echo: hot hot hot we're red hot!)( hands 20 degrees from hips then wriggle fingers and do short jumps like in a fitz)

oooo

THE GIRLS ARE IN THE HOUSE!!! and the house's on fire! (ouch ouch better dont touch)( pivot elbows into hips then swing about 360 degrees clockwise and anticlockwise very fast)

superpoposisition of domination! SUPERPOPOSISITION OF DOMINATION! SUPERPOPOSISITION OF DOMINATION!!! ( somebody frm crowd shouts: what's your lamda!??!)

G!(left hand arches over head right hand bent wrist 90* pointing left brought towards chest then shout as loud as you can Gggggg!)

I! (fists clenched in praying position and lifted straight up above head wriggle about and scream like you never screamed before Iiiiii!)

L! (hands still in earlier position rotate body 90* clockwise and stick butt out as much as you can then with all your might say Llll! i know this is hard but with practice we can do it!)

R! (stick out three fingers from right hand... bring hand directly below ear while left hand kept at negaraku position then with the three fingers under your ear CLAW! and say a soft sharp prefabaly in A# rrrrrrr! you know like the growling thingy)

S! (again turn body to right arch both hands over head, stick stomach out and tip- toe then say s)

EXCLAMATION POINT! (both hands overlap each other and hug body tightly and shake the hips vigorously then altogether jump forward turn around and stick butt out with a short sudden force!)( hopefully no gas is emitted)

then jump around like crazy as if our routine is over but then as the next team wants to take the floor we still dont move... then we suddenly drop our heads down and group together and then lift it up again with one hand fingers spread out over face then we say as macho as we can...

boys!

ok thats it... see yo soon don't forget to sign up ya!

if a picture paints a thousand words

2009-02-27T02:49:00.000-08:00

many ppl have asked me where r the pictures why so dull so bland lousy blog mine so much nicer no pictures la why no pictures where r the colours
well i love pictures no doubt but if i can write a thousand words why paint? haha no la i'm not that tech savvy where i can just plug my cam on the com and do stuff and i dont have the time... sorry but whenever u see too many words and u want to rest your eyes just look to the left of my blog and see the good looking guy in the small box and relax yr eyes a little then continue reading.
and i realised that i type too much and always on fridays...i'm sorry it's the only time i'm free and i seriously dunno why i type so much, maybe it's spm stress.
p/s to really enjoy, read my posts as how u think i would say them... u know then may be a wee bit nicer lo. haha bye bye (no this is weird) y bye bye?

ENTERTAINMENT NEWS WEEKLY WITH JOSHUA

2009-02-27T01:01:00.000-08:00

The entertainment world is going crazy... let's see why....so what's the buzz!!! here are the top stories...

katy perry's "surprising" confession
rihana's dum dum de dum...bashing
the convict who assulted mariah carry finally surfaces

Headlines

Rising starlet Katy Perry had a lot to say about her latest addiction... yes "she kissed a boy" and "she liked it"...wow! Right after hearing that, Beyonce wished she was a boy!!! In reply to the earlier statement, veteran performer and formally bald Britney Spears commented...

"I think katy perry's a womanizer!!!! she belongs in the circus!!!" and yes "oops she did it again!" thank you very much Britney!

And did you realise that boyfriend stealer Ariel Lavinge was saying she could be your girlfriend one minute and the next she's saying when you're gone... strange

In a seperate issue, desperate band the Black Eyed Peas wants to get it started in here... but they still cant find the love... so just where is the love??? Usher has offered his deepest sympathies said the RnB hit artist "Dont worry we still can make love in this club... but it'll be like moving mountains...but who cares just burn!"

Moving on, troubled mariah carrey has gone around for quite some time telling everyone that "A hero came along, touched my body, then said bye bye..." and yes whoever you are beware for she will hunt you down. Is it true or is it just a publicity stunt to open a door to who knows what miracles. Finally after months of the news been circulated American Idol sensation David Cook has surfaced and confessed to the crime. Said he, "It was the time of my life and i tried to leave the light on when i was gone but the bulb must have fused."

But what's been the talk of the town? It has to be Rihanna's big bashing... Who did it? And with what?.. The question still remains, but to my descretion i think it had something to do with an umbrella... but dont ask me ask Britney she's the one with the experience in umbrella bashing if you know what i mean. back to the story, it is said that when Rihanna regained conciousness she seeked help from passerbys no one helped her as everyone was at the grammys oops what happened to your boyfriend, Rihanna? Wasn't he suppose to be with you with you with you with you with you... haha so many yous maybe he was with the other you. BTW no one except dejeted James Blunt who's still in his own world of 1973 singin here we go again happened to stumble upon her. empathically he said "I'll carry you home" but Rihanna shouted back " just shut up and drive!" surprising, Rihanna you're lucky it was James and not Leonna Lewis or she'll just mock you "Keep bleeding keep keep bleeding!"

In response to the script's question of the day on "who is the man that cannot be moved?" some famous artists had a lot to say

Christina Auguleria: the Candyman!

Michael Jackson: the man in the mirror (funny sounds)

Alicia Keys: no one! (yea right)

Favourite duchess Fergie has been put into lock up because everytime she comes around the London Bridge comes falling down. However according to speciallised agents from the scotland yard, she's under perfect care and she's undergoing intensive spelling classes. Don't ak me why listen to her songs... Meanwhile troubled amy winehouse is still singing You try to make me go the rehab but i say no no no! NO! PLEASE!

In health,it is confirmed that the teriffic trio the Jonas Brothers have been bitten by the love bug. Following this they have been quarantined for a few months because all of them are burning up!!! Looks like there aint gonna be anymore screaming girls for a long time. Fellow american idol Jourdin Sparks has made a public statement that tatoos are bad for health as they make you no air whatever that means. meanwhile David Archie has met with an accident and is asking is it crushed? amiss all this Lindsay Lohan still can't sing and Duffy's begging her for mercy...

sports

Michael Bubble won everything except for the little things which Colbie Calliat won

Lastly i did an interview with certain stars and i asked them what they thought of the world now going haywire crazy and the entertainment business being the major source of this. Here are what some stars had to say...

Rihanna: it's Disturbia!( then she goes on singing some dum dum dee dum thingys which are just too horrible to write.) By the way i told her to Stop the music!

Pink: So what!!! i'm still a rock star!

Colbie Callait: Oh my gosh i just realised!

John Mayor: Say what you need to say, i'll keep on waiting on the world to change.

conclusion

so what have we Christians got to say when the world's turning in all of it's ways.

3 simple lines

YOU ARE MY STRENGTH, TILL I SEE YOU, I'LL TELL THE WORLD

confessions of a roman excecutioner

2009-02-20T01:18:00.000-08:00

It's been more than a week... i still can't get it off my mind. It truly isn't something i can boast about.
What rung in the corners of my cerebrum that deep silent night after the incident wasn't triumphant shouts going " I slayed the mighty beast that once lurked the swamps of Teggidi!!!" or "the King of spain's daughter accepted my proposal" neither was it the jolly phrase "My apple tree bore apples!" but rather it was a sorrowful guiltfilled cry..."i manhandled an innocent Micky". Yes i did.
I know what i did is'nt something to boast about as it was the ultimate act of weakness. In all strength of my species of genus i allowed myself to pick on a lower class being... an almost harmless creature... a creation that in its frailty brought so much joy and magic to little deprived children all over the face of the earth...a being that brought hope to the hopeless with it's irritating but still soothing squeeky voice... yes(angry)... yes(sad)... yes(desperate) i am ashamed.
I heard confession is good for the soul so here i post the incident that still haunts me.
It began with the ringing of the bell signifying it was biology period. my class and i got ready to adjourn to the Lab where the most devious and evil day of our lives awaited us. As i took a step into the bio lab the scent of stale antisceptics being mopped onto the table filled the air and entered my nasal cavity and thus the receptors transfered nerve impulses to my brain which in turn deciphered the electric impulses into the word DISASTER! for the first time walking into the lab didnt feel like it... it felt like walking thru the gateway with the word MURDER 101 (written on a decaying plank with blood) hung on it.
Then she appeared... my bio teacher. She said we could not carry on with the planned process, there was murmuring but as we spoke the delivery man came and our plan was sent flying back on track. The man walked in to the lab in his tight blue jeans, chequered shirt, tobacco pipe and high leather boots. And in his huge gruff hands was a huge cage... in it lined the victims all naked and oblivious to their fate. He chose a few of the victims grabbing them forcefelly and putting a black plastic bag over their faces NOT to help them ease their torture by taking away one of their sense BUTto inflict more pain by replacing the reality of what was about to happen to them with hallucinations so horrible that only one in that sad situation could comprehend. Then he did it with a chloroform filled cotton wool he druged each of them to a dimension where they would only be able to feel the pain but not make a single sound or complain about it.a chamber of torture in one's own body! At that spur of the moment we 5 "BUDIMANS" jubilated with the hitman!
As the innocent lives scampered for their survival, we could see their guiltless eyes pleading their case against us... huh... what could we do? Didn't the survivor of the fittest theory justify our actions? The dominant race wins!!! Five minutes was all it took to end a life that was made thru a longer and much more complicated process. It was murder in it's most cruel form. Then each of us took one of these brain dead but not nerve dead so called lower classlings ( now i know it's very confusing up to this point and i really really hope u dont think we murdered the students from the second and third class since i am talking so much about classes... i know i'm blabbing... maybe it's my emotions... maybe it's SPM... maybe it's guilt (confused)... guilt(sad)...guilt (guilty).)
Then still controlled by our greed and inhumanity we each took for ourselves one creature, a knife, a garderner's scissors, a glove, a mask, a chopping board and a dynamite. Following the instructions of our master we pinned the limbs of the now pain-stricken beings to the huge chopping board with a nail of a radius 2cm and which area keeps increasing with time... u can calculate the rate of change with differentiation. And due to our lack of experience we slit a long line from his bladder to his throat.... then we sliced of the sticky layer thet joins your epidermis to your dermis and then sliced the dermis open once more from the bladder till the throat! Pulling and pinning sides of his skin to the board we all laughed with excitement but learnt not to laugh again because the smell that this decaying being was releasing was too unbearable. Many of the once valliant looking warriors of man fell to their defeat in this process but my freinds and i carried on taking a deep breath from the other side of the class and then turning back to continue on with the process of torture for as long as our lungs contained usable oxygen before repeating the breathing process again.
ONCE we managed to slit open the dermis we saw all of his internal organs arrayed in such an orderly and vulnerable fashion inviting us to temper with it... and so we did. the first organ for us to extract was the colon which looked like a huge brown prawn only spongier. we then pulled out his small intestine and spread it around him... a form of ancient mockery... as if he wasn't undergoing enough pain. But we were too engrossed to stop so we carried on. The liver, kidneys, ribcage, stomach were next... and then came his still pounding heart which we plucked out as if we were plucking an apple from a peach tree some other groups were so estatic at the sight of blood that they proceeded to try to break through the skull to venture further into his brain but it was not to be as God had given him a strong skull. It's funny how i can still mention God at this point but it's mindblowing how God can forgive anyone including a wreck like me.
as we approached the end of MURDER 101 my friend found a spot where if poked with a knife would produce a short reflexive movement of one of his limbs and so we all played in his folly. once we were done extracting and playing with all the organs it was time to clean up... my friends were still playing with the empty skinned body of the victim taking pictures and all... but as for me guilt started to take over. It's funny how we can sin and not feel anything until after what's done is done so the next time u're bout to sin... stop and think. As we got ready to leave thr lab, we saw each of the manhandled victims thrown into a black plastic bag that once contained their last breaths.
With blood splattered all over the walls and with the looming shaddows of the lab assistants coming out with their mops ever so mechanically the smell of the air now teamed with the same scent of antisceptic that we sensed when we entered. But this time my brains deciphered another word. As if my own mind was mocking me the words spelt out clearly for me to see... M..U..R..D..E..R..E..R..!!
I needed someone to take away mu guilt but how could i find confide and comfort in the shoulders of the people who have committed the same crime as i have? So i now overwhealmed by guilt confess not hoping for judgement but for love and forgiveness. will i ever be forgiven for the things i did the day i manhandelled an innocent micky...
i will never know

p/s; we found out that the rat was acctually an eunuch as it had no reproductive organs... must have been an eunuch... not the ethiopian one though.
btw forgive my spelling errors and my gramatical mistakes... stay tuned for more mishaps from the bio lab. till then...

a green sloth with pink polka dots

2009-02-15T06:40:00.000-08:00

I have soooo many things i wanna write about but unfortunately i don't have the time to sit down and type!!! So please be patient and wait... anyway go CAVELL! bye...

SNOW WHITE i feel your pain

2009-01-01T20:17:00.000-08:00

Well i'm sure most of u have watched the disney version of snow white and the seven dwarfs... and i'm also sure some of you were acctually cheering the evil witch on as she tricked the poor little girl into eating the "poison apple"!!!!... cruel ppl... Well snow white, i feel your pain.

On New Year's day i went home after watch night service... and i went to the kitchen to get an apple. note: i've been eating apples a lot quite recently. Well i then watched TV as i savoured the apple...not knowing that it was poisoned by the evil grocery stall aunty. I stayed up until like 3am and i couldnt take it no longer so i hit the sheets. That night i was trembling... i felt sooo cold so i left my room and headed to the hall where i thought it may be warmer...it was no different and at last in the wee hours of the morning i vommited out the poison apple!!! 7 barfs is all it took to fill up my dad's gigantic bathroom sink with apple juice.

So when most of u all were rejoicing, your poor 'snow white' here had an encounter with a poison apple and 7 barfs.Well i was weak the whole of january the 1st... lied on my bed most of the time... SIGH what a way to begin a new year.

lights...camera...action

2008-12-17T22:11:00.001-08:00

S H O W T I M E ! ! !

why i SHOULD have a girlfriend...in your face RY!

2008-11-26T05:17:00.000-08:00

If u guys are avid blog readers i bet u've read rachel yeoh's, garren's and kah heng's blog on why they should NOT have a girlfriend. Well here are my reasons as to why i should have one... and btw this is my first real post since like very long...
my reasons...
1. I'm a BOY!!! So it's perfectly logical to get a GIRLfriend.
2.Having a gf will help me in my studies... firstly if i get a smart gf then i will be challenged to do better than her in my studies and be smarter than her. If i'm gonna be the head of the family i gotta know wat my wife is talkin about rite...but if i get a gf that is dimwitted then i have to give her tuition classes this will help me recap all i've studied.
3.If i get a gf now i'll learn more about the other side of my species. That way i'll be more equipped to handle girls and their problems when i grow up. And if i ever have to compete with other boys for my future wife's hand in marrige i'll win as i have more experience in treating girls than the rest. LIke come on!!! If you're employing, will u go for an employee who is experienced or a noob???
4.With a girlfriend i'll be able to learn how to spend my money wisely... for example, if i want to take my gf out for dinner i'd have to save money... then i'll have to spend with thrift as i'll have to take her out for dinner every night. I will learn how to not always go for expensive dinners too. well if my gf has a problem with cheap dinners then i'll just dump her... humph gold diggers.
5.Lets say i like this girl... if i dont act now, someone else might get her!!! Then i'll loose my chance maybe forever! And with all the talk about God has prepared my future bride so i just have to wait for the right time... why rush i'll get her anyway? Well if she's the one for me what's wrong with getting her now... i'll be with her eventually!?!?!

Okok before you all think this is a girl friend add or somethin i'm going to prove my point...
ALL i'm trying to say is that if we want to do something that is NOT RIGHT we can come up with all kinds of excuses. The excuses may seem right and rasional at first but at the end of the day we'll surely regret. So, don't make decissions hastily. Think and scrutinise all angles properlly.
I'm still standing strong with my stand!!! NO GIRLFRIEND until after my studies and i'm stable in everyway!
SORRY GIRLS...

TOO LITTLE TOO LATE

2008-11-12T17:18:00.000-08:00

Yo Yo Yo It's been a very very long time since i last left a post! And I'm not thinking of posting one now...

The 7 WONDERS OF the PFS (part one)

2008-08-27T07:27:00.000-07:00

Well, hello everyone and welcome on this voyage through the world of PFS.

For those who already are in PFS or have at least been there once, i bet u will know what i'll be talking about... but for the cluless and intrigued, i shall be taking all of you on a journey as we uncover the facts, secrets and myths of some of the most amazing places in the PFS (in case you're wondering... it stands for Penang Free School)

So please get yr notebook and little pocket pens ready in case you come across anything interesting. Here we go...

THE 1ST WONDER... THE SENIOR LAVATORY

Well, it's no wonder that this is one of the seven wonderful wonders of PFS. But for the sake of those who are 'lost' i shall explain further... why do i say it's wonderful? Well firstly because it's PINK!!!, i dunno what's it with our school authorities but come on... pink and boys dont go together esp. when it comes to excretion matters... give a sweating boy a pink hanky and he'll hate u for life... what more a defeacating man!!!! Ah! now i get it (with that thought the author decides to move to his next point)... thats why our toilets are so rebelliously unclean... our students want to escape the PINKY HORROR that they try to spend as little time in the toilet as they can. Well in the process unfortunately, we boys can be a bit clumsy at times... you know... forgetting to flush or flushing too hard till the toilet gives way or dropping the entire tissue packet into the gulf of doom... or even forgetting to umm umm... ahh nevermind. But you cant blame us for causing excessive carbon my-backside or amonia... the toilet is PINK! Even the BRAIN hates PINKY (u know the pinky and the brain)

Legend has it that once a mighty knight in all his splendor had to use a 'throne' to save a "damsel in distress" or rather his "bowells in-digest" so he rode his noble steede to the pink cave of waste... as he approached he could smell the stench of carbon mybackside and yellow liquid which told him things were going to get worse. The mighty knight then took a deep breath and went in not knowing what to expect. Alas when he came across the gulfs of dooms all of them were full with oceans of overflowingly abundant yellow fluid from one's bladder. Disgusted by the sight and the stench the knight gave a sigh of dismay and to his horror, his nostrills inhaled the worst mixtures of chemicals in the entire universe. Nearly fainting the knight sprawled his way out of the cave. His "damsels" were now screaming for release... he had to do something fast so he ran to the a smaller cave(jr. toilet) situated about like 35 metres away... but to his horror the Wicked Witch of the Valley had gotten there earlier than his nobleness and had stollen all the locks for a secret spell which could turn blue birds yellow(other translations suggest the piped piper of hamelin was there too and i think u know what he did... not to the children of course... what a spiteful sight that would be...no... to the locks) but what does it matter? Our hero has yet to save the victims of his lunch! Determined and strong, the knight ran back to the pink cave of waste where he hoped to find the gulfs empty but to his horror again he found them full... not giving up our valliant warrior ran back to the smaller cave but the condition was still the same... the poor knight ran from one place to another so many times that eventually he exploded under the intense pressure and was never ever seen or heard from again (other translations however suggest another ending... while running thru and fro the knight sweated out his faeces through his pores and lived happily ever after... but those endings are only take place in disney movies)

Well truly, the toilet of PFS is certainly remarkable and who knows how many lives it has already claimed... or is to claim

well i hoped that opened yr eyes to one of the wonders of PFS join me next time as we tour around more remarkable places!!!

ONE...TWO...THREE!!!

2008-08-26T09:22:00.000-07:00

This post is specially dedicated to Javern Cheah and Leonard Ho... two of my good friends who know exactly what I mean when I say 1,2,3.

Since that day, everytime I hear the phrase123 or see the numbers I get those terrible memories of 'yestertime' and what you both did to me!!! Because of you I can no longer do add math, physics or anything to do with numbers!

You guys better treat me well or I'll let out this dark secret of yours! Muahahahahaha (evil laughter)

So starting from tomorrow wake up call should be at 9am sharp, breakfast is to be served in bed (with both of you in pink lacy and flowery aprons), you both should wait on me all day and at night Javern has to read me a bedtime story while Leonard has to act every single word out! And please no lullabies... I don't want to get nightmares!

So I guess I'll see you tomorrow at nine dudes! Good night!

of PREFECTS, EDITORIAL BOARD members and THE "god"

2008-08-25T23:25:00.000-07:00

I was just thinking about my class this morning and it dawned upon me that I am in one of the most wonderful classes a boy could ever ask for!

We the 4 BUDIMANs are the first class in PFS(give whatever acronyms u want la i don't care)and undisputedabally the noisiest!

As usual we make trainee teachers weep and naggy old teachers lament but all in all we love our teachers a lot.

Now, i would like to describe the condition of my class...ahem...

On a typical schoolday our class is always half-full! (We have 33 students... you do the math.) "Why is it half full ?"you may ask well thats because ...

1.We have about like 5 prefects who always seem to have discipline cases to settle or reports to write in the prefects room so they are nowhere to be seen... umm one question...why is our school's discipline still down in the dumps if we have such "hardworking" prefects?(oh boy im gonna get beaten up in school on thursday)

2. We also have about 5 editorial board members who are always busy taking pictures, editing pages, writing posts ect. ect. all in an air conditioned room with aprox.3 MACS. Hats off to their diligence, but another question... how come our school magazine's like YUCK! Can i have one decent school mag before i graduate! please!

3. And then we have the red cresant society. We have the HSL in our class who is like 'god' to his RC members and many more who are like his devout disciples who are always worshipping him in the "bilik sembahyang"(the red cresant room called the sick bay) i wonder how they do it... it must be the fragrance of the iodine medicine that gives them inspiration...

So there you have it... 3 solid reasons as to why our class is always empty.

Well i guess tomorrow when i go to school i'll be confronted by all the prefects who i'm sure will catch me for my long hair, write my name on their note books and poke me with their little cute pocket pens then take me to the discipline teacher who will shave me bald and give me a lil bonus by shaving my skin, nose and ears off and leave me be till i almost bleed to death. Then when i seek help frm the Red Cresant they would probably force me to worship their HSL and when i say no, they'd put some kind of acid on my shaven wounds and mummify me so tightly with their bandages so that i can hardly breathe. Then the editorial bord members will storm the room and take pictures of my poor, helpless, feeble, bruised, shaven and shone body and post it all over the school magazine while they burry me alive in the dirty school pond!

Well i'm not that stupid dudes! FYI im not going to school on wednesday... that way you wouldnt be able to get me!!! Nannynanny poo poo!