I AM LEGEND! Dead Day 6

Ooooooh boy. On this day, the very last day of the year 2007, De Yan has established himself firmly as a LEGEND. Shove off, will smith. His mission began at 3:37am, and ended at 4:14am. I ran from wen xiang's house, in gombak, to yew tee, where the home is! I took 27 minutes from gombak to cck, reached at 4:04. Walked to the end of cck station, and ran again! 7 minutes to home. Whole journey took 37 minutes only sia! Oh man oh man, this is so exciting, I am so highly impressed! I even had the nerve to get lost in cck, as I decided to test out the new picturesque road carved out of the forest dividing cck and gombak. Despite that embarrassing fact, that I got lost, I set a new record for myself. I seemed to be running faster than during the inter-school cross country run, damn.

This is me in the lift after my crowning achievement of 07. I ran that marathon in jeans, canvas shoes and this bag. Suffice to say I stank badly upon reaching home. My siblings noted this more than my pride. Tsk.

Even more impressive, I was highly tired before embarking on the run. Amazingly, I spent almost the whole day doing bloody jellies for my own birthday celebration later this day! My toes are so freaking laughing, so amused are they. I think I stirred a grand total of 6 packets of jelly powder? Oh dearie me, I've never worked so hard for my own birthday.

Thank God for the interval between jelly powder packets 4 and 5. I went to 4th service, woo~ Awesome, really awesome praise and worship today. Am I glad I was not persuaded by wen xiang not to go. Today was mostly on Deuteronomy 28, the blessings and the curses of God. Sibeh jialut, 28:68, it says you shall be sold as a slave and even then, no one will buy you. Ouch. Yeah, great service, Pastor Princeeeee, last service of the year. Year 07 was the year of new beginnings, I say amen. I can't recall what 08 is supposed to be -.- oh wells. After service ate dinner, go jalan jalan in marina square, then go back sebastian's house. Which I left at about 3+ (:

Thus endeth my day, but not the year. I trust today's gonna be a good day, the last of year 07, and the last of the Dead Days. I actually harbor some dream of spending the advent of the new year alone, but no, it just had to fall on my birthday. Tsk. Will I never see a quiet new year's eve? Not that I'm complaining, I appreciate everybody's effort for what's gonna happen later today =D

DEUTERONOMY 28:68 "And the LORD will take you back to Egypt in ships, by the way of which I said to you, 'You shall never see it again.' And there you shall be offered for sale to your enemies as male and female slaves, but no one will buy you."

I crave sleep, I bathed and don't stink anymore.
Good night.

I Am Cool And Hip. Dead Day 5

To set the record straight, I am not rebellious or what. I am cool and hip, which explains why I'm staying over at a friend's place for the second day running.

Day one of being cool, I went to John's place. It's been like ages since the last GANG meeting. Almost all of us made it, Shawn, Desmond, Steve, Nick, Bok, Sam, Alicia, my sis, and even Valen and Joelle! And John of course. Even Guan was there, albeit only through the video call. We had dinner, veritably a feast. Beef steak, courtesy of Des, spaghetti carbanora with cheesy sauce, from Shawn, some sticks of bacon lettuce and mushroom I don't know who made, and tita's chocolate cake for dessert. Shiok. After that we karaoke-d all those old songs sia. Cannot imagine. Eternal Flame ah. Please Mr. Postman ah. One Way or Another ah. And many more, cannot accept, like my pa's generation one. Was great to be with the Gang again, it's been too long. Reached home at 10pm and slept at 4pm. Woke at about 8? Can't remember.

Then kenna call, wen xiang asked me to come sebastian's house. Supposedly to make jelly, cake or sth, for my birthday one, lol. So amusing. But they are all asleep and I am alone by the comp. And it's 4am again, I am mightily impressed. It's like a ritual of mine, to blog at 4. Lostprophets got one song, 4am forever, used to listen to it obsessively along with other lostprophets songs. I realize it's quite emo, LOL. And abit too mainstream for my liking, but the worst has got to be ROOFTOPS. Bloody hell, cater to mainstream market for sure one that song. Irritating. But there's Last Train Home, Hello Again and Last Summer. These assure me that lostprophets is like FTW FOREVER.

I am not suffering from a cough. I am not having a flu. I am not afflicted by vomitting fits. I do not have a headache. I am not sick. I do not pray for healing, I have already been healed. I do not pray for victory over these afflictions that assail me, I am standing on victory ground. The victory that was purchased 2000 years ago. By His stripes I AM healed, sickness has no hold over me. I rest in His finished work.

Divine health, supernatural prosperity, Godly wisdom.
Unearned, unmerited, undeserved favour.
Good night.

I Got Presents Today. Dead Day 2

Ohh, really shagged. Was falling asleep on the mrt, garnering some amused looks from the aunties around me. I was standing. Anyways, Sentosa, happy times. Abit of contact today, on coarse sand which hurtses. Received a ball, a pair of boxers, and a letter. Awww, so sweet. Appreciated. Much of our time spent today was on building big solid hard balls, like zhi kai's. Which is really exciting, liyan can testify to that. No idea how I got so tired, maybe cause I slept for about 3 hours the night before. Bad idea.

I realize I'm a sucker for sentimentality. Despite acting all cool and dao. Hahahaa, I dissolve into lumps of bubbly happiness upon seeing things of sentimental value. For example, that calendar with a photo thingygummy. Thanks, annabel, lol. That was from our chalet, which was a week ago sia. I also got a wallet and belt. Marvellous man! I've never had a wallet since I lost my four thousand three hundred and second one 3 years ago. It feels good.

Walking down Orchard Road that day, made me wonder. How many photos are you unknowingly, unwittingly caught in? At the edge of some couple's loving photo, intruding into photos being taken. I read somewhere that that glimpse of you is that rare special thing. It shows one at his/her unguarded moments, no pretense, no airs. I think that's where beauty really shows, photogeneity be damned. I wonder which book it was.

De Yan, don't attempt to intrude on other's earnest endeavours, sneaky sneaky. Reminder. Anyway, damn itchy sia, yesterday go park emo, kenna bitten by multitudes of insects. SO YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME, HUH?! Okay lor, I offer no resistance. So today it's itchy itchy scratchy scratchy up and down my backy wacky. Sianz. I like Gorillaz, but it seems only triton shares that interest with me, from what I know. Who else is gonna sing Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head? Damn, pure genius. Like, let's go KIDS WITH GUNS.

Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead.

Good night, sleep comes with a vengeance.

MerryHappy Boxing Day; Dead Day 1

I spent the last of my 07 Christmas alone. It feels so fine, the solitude. Until you see all those couples around you, hand in hand, hand around waist etc etc. That sucked, and made me feel weirded out, like I'm some lame loser who just fell out of love on Christmas. Popular parks like CCK park is liddat one, basket. Then I go Limbang Park and HEY PRESTO. There was nobody whatsoever! And it's a really cool place at night, minimal lamps switched on, unsettling quiet. But then got one main problem. Terry Pratchett (loves loves, <3s 2.="" a="" act="" admiration="" almost="" also="" and="" are="" at="" biggest="" br="" but="" cool="" done.="" got="" gripe="" hermit="" home="" i="" if="" impressionable="" in="" it.="" like="" living="" lol="" made="" mountain="" my="" no="" nobody="" of="" on="" or="" parts="" places="" point="" reached="" s="" seclusion="" see.="" see="" some="" something="" swoon="" that="" the="" there="" thinking="" to="" top="" tsk="" ulu="" up="" what="" with="" women="" wrote="" you="" young="">
So began the first of the dead days. According to Marcus Sedgwick. It's the one week interlude between Christmas and the New Year. It sounds damn cool, sibeh melodrama.

When you walk through HDB neighborhoods at night, do you sense this energy? Behind EVERY window, lit or unlit, there is a story that is unfolding, or that has paused for the night, only to resume in the morning. These are the untold stories of normal people, who live out their lives in anonymity. Do you feel the frustration, the resentment, the disappointment, the loneliness of the people within the flats? But nobody knows about these normal people, nobody spares them the time. So one imagines, imagines and sympathizes, empathizes with these people and their imagined stories. One feels for the people behind the windows, lit or unlit.

Anyway. Today I went to kbox at cinelesuire. It was oh kay lah, except we had an hour free. Bloody hell, they sang from 4 to 9 sia, I started only at like, 5.30? They consisting of wen xiang, sebastian and zhi hua. True to form, brenda arrived at.... 8! We were supposed to end by then. And gui yen also came after that. I gave her the suitably cutesy present which was huge, man. Then we walk walk orchard, see the CCIS decors. Then try to find some cafe to sit in, cause cafes are like, the best corner to relack in. But even lucky plaza the mcdonald's was full man. Boarded train, went back home. And me to Loner once again, :D Loner is the place where reflection is done, where the secrets of my soul are revealed!

This is what was revealed to me on this dark and stormy, fateful night...... I am a bloody egotist. Practically narcissistic. Like, "Narcissus". IT SUX2BME, LOL. Narcissus is rumored to be bloody good-looking, you notice the resemblance don't you? LOL. You get my drift, about my ego. Anyway. Ego differs from confidence. Confidence largely stems from the truth, ego distorts it. SO some girls say, wah, he is shuai/cute/hot whatever. That does not make it the truth, and there's no need to get all yaya papaya about it. And there's no need to strut about in that false knowledge that I am shuai/cute/hot. It makes one a real pain, to everyone but maybe those giggly girls who stoked my ego in the first place. It's time to tone down, lose the ego.

Tonight's soul searching session also yielded one more truth. I try my bestest to con girls into liking me. Like, wah lao eh, vhut t3h phuck right. Vhut the hell for? Don't try and kay siao what normal guy behavior sia. NBz, act cool here, act shuai there. And don't assume girls like you also man. You think what, pretty face zai ah? Pretty face is only tyco get one also can, what for zhuai. Buay tahan. See ah, she like you, so what? They are bloody falling in like with your facade lah. You really think you match up? Those girls, they are such nice people, you don't come up to their knees man, you still try to con them, damn kay siao artist man. And you're robbing other guys too, even those whom you know are far worthier, even your friends. Basket, tmd. Enough fakey-dakery. Narcissus, Narcissus, jump into the pool!

I realize I find no solace in myself. Tsk, that can't be a good sign, later kenna depression or become emo. And my posts are getting longer each time. Release is good right? Blogging should do me good, despite my misgivings over it (angst-ridden teens ah, attention seekers ah, losers ah) I am almost ready to conclude I was misinformed. And shucks, it's 4 again. Like talkshow or something sia, the DY 4 o'clock Show! I'll be sleeping soon, gotta wake at 7. Meet at 8 at bb mrt. There's to be a gift exchange, at Sentosa! So exciting can, my toes are quivering. Thank goodness I'm not organising this man, I've had my fill of failures. I bequeath my title to my underlings. And thankses you guys muchses. Gratitude, appreciation. So imma sleep, to ensure I'm not gonna be late tmr and be a poo poo party pooper.

SUX2BEME :D
Good Night.

MERRY CHRISTMAS ; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to JESUS~~
Happy birthday to you!!

It's Christmas. Happy two thousand and seventh birthday.

Merry Christmas.

Angst-ridden Teen Starts a Blog

It is Christmas Eve! And De Yan has succumbed to the lure of the dark side. *Evil laugh* I... Am... Your... FATHER!! Not even De Yan can shy away from blogging, angst-ridden, emo-kid that he is! MUAHAHAAH * Evil laughs evil laughs*

Alright, yew tong and lao gao have both started their own blogs. And yew siang and I decided to follow suit, weeee~ I'll give this a shot, even the aloof lao gao says blogging is interesting. Of course, it helps that I got some cool url. Like, FAKED FROWNS MAN. I am the epitome of cool.

It's 4.30 in the morning, I should sleep. I have to receive a present tomorrow, and then shop for present, and then go home and eat dinner, and then hopefully go out to some christmas party or not I will feel reaaaaally lame. Who stays at home on christmas eve. Tsk. Maybe, the anti-social emo-kid that I am. MUAHAHAA.

I... AM... YOUR... FATHER
Good night.