My man, how doeth you?
From the jungles of Tekong I receive thee
Lets us go on a journey, suited for a person of thy stature
Get into my white chariot, I will bring thee to the ends of this island
To the far eastern border, to the Singapore Expo ‘Big Boyz Toyz Exhibition’

Does this not catch your fancy? Does this not bring joy to your heart?
Then let us depart at once! And go to the heart of this Great City, to CYC @ Raffles Arcade where we may tailor ourselves a new garment, fit for an officer of the Republic of Singapore

My man, how doeth you?
Has hunger & fatigue overtaken thee?
Then feast we must, to Dover Market XO sauce Yu Tou Mai Fan we shall go

The night is still young, my gallant warrior, the cry of excitement can still be heard
I know of a castle, whos walls are high, and horses are fast that calls out for us to explore
Within those walls sits a king who has lost his leg in a dangerous dance at Zouk
Let us go & share some love to our dear friend, who lies upon his bed day & night
Let us quell his quest to conquer many a land in the World of Warcraft

Before I take thee home, defender of my nation, one more thing beckons
A psychotic French man is on the loose wrecking havoc at Highbury
This my man, we cannot miss, not for the world
After which, you shall have your 7 hours of uninterrupted rest…

Christianity proud?

2 people were sitting at a table and in front of each of them was a burger, one with a sesame bun & one without. The first friend, being a little hungrier quickly bit into the one without the sesame and exclaimed “Wow, this is fantastic!” As the second friend was about to take a bite into the other burger, the first friend noticed a small note in front of him which said “Burger without sesame bun for eating, burger with sesame bun made to kill rats, contains poison, please do not eat.”

Now, the first friend may not know how true the note is, as he has never tried the other burger but would it be so proud of him to say to his friend “Hey, there is a note here in front of me that says your burger contains rat poison and should not be consumed. How bout you share mine instead?”

Is Christianity so proud when we say to other religions that our way is the only way to life while all others aren’t? Really, I think we are just trying to share something we have read because we want to help.

“All clear, proceed with caution”
Two young men, dressed in uniform & on all fours crawl with great stealth through a gently opened door.

Are we in NS serving the nation? Not really, we are actually in 2001, ACS(Barker)

After getting thrown out of class, we try to creep back in. You might be thinking to yourself, why on earth would we want to get back into class? Shouldn’t we simply rejoice and go to the canteen or something? The thing is, class was just damn fun, and not because the lessons were taught by kickass teachers, but because of the spastic individuals that made up the class, my class 4a2.

4 years later, 2 days ago, a bunch of us from that great school met up & had a good laugh recounting the glory days. The mud filled clams in IndoChine couldn’t spoil our mood, and neither could the diabetes we got from Swenson’s ice cream. Our laughter just continued late into the night as each wonderful story was retold & remembered.

Good ole Barker Road, I hope you never change. Stay retarded, its far better that way. It doesn’t matter that we are ranked Band 8 out of the 9 Bands of Secondary school rankings, and it doesn’t matter that our principal & students rejoice when we improve from a 55% to 60% passing rate in our Chinese O levels while other schools yawn at getting their sustained 70% A1’s. What matters is that we leave (yes please do well enough to at least leave) with the best memories of our life & not worry too much about doing too badly, cause what the heck man, the best is yet to be!

Today I turn 20
Below is a list of the many things I can now do which I couldn't at 19:

History was saved & hope was shed to 19 clubs & millions of fans across the globe early this morning (Singapore time)

It was 94mins of ball-dropping action. Heaven smiled for once upon the Red devils as an unlikely hero named Darren Fletcher gave the hosts the lead in the 31st min with a looping header over the “best goal keeper in the world”. Non-stop onslaught was the reply from the Blues in the 2nd half as Del Horny, Make-ne-ne, Drop-balls and the rest of the overpriced Chelsea squad fought for the equalizer. Tensions started to rise and so did the number of yellow cards as Graham Poll dished out 5 in between the 60-70th min. The match was beginning to take its toll on the United team as fatigue kicked in, but they continued to play with their hearts out and defended with their bodies & souls. My man for the night was Alan Smith. His new haircut gave him a boyish-angelic look but his tackling that night was more like something straight out of hell. Wave after wave of Blue attack was foiled by that devil. As full time approached, millions worldwide feared one of Chelsea’s despicable goals. A corner kick would have been enough, a little flick by Damien Duff would have destroyed all hope, but it didn’t happen & after 4 excruciating minutes of injury time the whistle was blown and the fans with me at Chijmes, Old Trafford & all across the world exploded into celebration.

All hope, joy and faith pinned onto something as fragile & unpredictable as the Manchester United defence. Thank God the Christian walk isn’t likewise. I would like to compare it more to the Manchester United in 1996-2001. Even though there were a few heartaches & minor setbacks, at the end of the day, you would still have full confidence & assurance of their eventual glorification. They never failed their fans who put their faith in them, just like how God would never fail to forgive us, receive us & bless us with everything we need to live a fulfilled life if we put our faith in Him.

Glory to God! And for now, glory glory Manchester United!

A white Honda Civic crawls to a stop at the Tuas checkpoint. The radio clock shows 12.45am and the view out of the front windshield says not a car in sight. The driver, a young NSF in his late 19s, hands over his passport in anticipation to the checkpoint lady. She looks at him with an impatient look and he looks back confused. After an awkward 10secs his passenger realizes what is going on and tells the driver with a laugh, “Insert your cash card la.” The driver obviously having never done this before, slides in his card and gives the lady an embarrassed smile.

A few other checks and one mounted curb later, the duo finally clear the initial & only hurdle of their adventure. The driver takes a quick look around and enjoys the dark silent night which surrounds the white car, but his gaze soon gets distracted by the 3km of 3 lanes that lies in front of him. He takes in a deep breath of the cool night air as his passenger, a veteran to this experience, readies him for the green light. “After this turn, own time, own target carry on”.

A silent night no more… Like a beast which has been released after being kept in a cage for too long, the Civic roars to life. V-Tech kicks in as the floored accelerator pushes the rev counter past 5 and the speedometer climbs to a hundred steadily without any sign of slowing down. 110…120…130….140……..150………160 The 1.6L engine appears to be tiring but he growls forward with perseverance as the accelerator remains stuck to the floorboard.

A lonely JB car travels humbly by at 110km/h along the 2nd link, the driver, half falling asleep glances instinctively into his rear view mirror. WTFF!! A white light in the blackened night appears on it and a second later it burns pass him.

A maxed out Civic approaches the end of the 3km. He has given his all and has no more power left in him. The driver takes a steady hand off the steering wheel. With that hand he takes his colleague’s camera phone and aims it at the speedometer. The feeling of pure joy and exhilaration floods & consumes him as he gives a wide =). Click!