I happened to be doing either english or math for an extended period of time and, guess what! I saw my handphone near me and, guess what! I thought, guess what! I shall make silly faces!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
I Was Bored
I happened to be doing either english or math for an extended period of time and, guess what! I saw my handphone near me and, guess what! I thought, guess what! I shall make silly faces!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Comments
In school or whatever,
When you walked around
On the play ground.
Did some one come over,
Whithout joking, quite sober.
Say you looked nice?
Feel nice doesnt it?
Give you warm feelings?
.......Didn't it?
THATS WHAT THE COMMENT BOX IS ALL ABOUT YOU WONDERFUL BLESSED PEOPLE!! LEAVE COMMENTS!!!! AARRGGHH!
When you walked around
On the play ground.
Did some one come over,
Whithout joking, quite sober.
Say you looked nice?
Feel nice doesnt it?
Give you warm feelings?
.......Didn't it?
THATS WHAT THE COMMENT BOX IS ALL ABOUT YOU WONDERFUL BLESSED PEOPLE!! LEAVE COMMENTS!!!! AARRGGHH!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Ow.
History sucked. Well, it didn't really. In all honesty, history was actually quite fun. There's this thig called a Federal Reserve whatnot which controls currency in the United States. Basically, it loans stuff to banks and expects them to pay to pay them back with interest. I found it interesting. Bet banks have to hire lots of P R dudes for them to pay stuff back to the government and actually look interested in that.
Sorry.
Well, the fun part actually came after that. Finally I finished that idiotic, hulk coloured book and slapped down my pencil with a,"yes" of relief. Half of my duties were done for that day. I could finally play! Near instantly i messaged my friend that I would skipping over to his house to enjoy a game of ping pong. Or as the chinese call it, ping pong.
Exciting I would say. Yes, ping pong, the game of emporers and thieves alike. Of brutal smashing and cunning trickery. I had no idea I wouldn't even touch the a bat or walk away unharmed.
I walked noisily through my dear friends cozy house and greeting all his family. Including my godmum. His little brother bounded to me with that blood lust in his eyes" It only took me a second to realise what his intentions were." Matthias passed by and called to me with all the familiarity a dear friend of ten years would have done. "Wait ah." Were his words.
Waiting i could do. Only Matthew, his little brother pulled out an entire arsenal of BB guns. An Ak 47, two berretas, a sport pistol and an airsoft gun. Along with enough bullets to paint the mona lisa on mount Rushmore.(exageration, there were about fifty) Temptation i simply couldn't take anymore. The lure of causing pain to a fellow human being was far too great for any mere, puny human to bear!"
"eh, matt, I need to go shoot your bro"
"no prob"
"fifteen minutes?"
"sure"
I turned right around into and saw matthew standing there decked out with shin guards, a gas mask, his Ak 47 along with two clips and a Beretta hanging out of his pocket. What on earth! Injustice! I only had a Beretta!
"No fair!" I screamed!
"Ok la Ok la" said he as he gingerly put back the larger gun and wielded the smaller.
Grabbing a box of plastic balls, (no laughing) we headed upstairs to the gym. The gym, a large room, a bit of a covered with roof top with windows. Scattered along the gym was a humble sofa set, equipment by the sides and of course, a ping pong table smack dab in the middle.
We took our positions. Across each other in that rectangular room.
3
2
1
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Our guns began firing! Bullets zinged above my head! I couldn't tell where he was for fear of getting a piece of place smashing into my precious face. This was a battle! Losing was a theory each side could not make into law! With Matthew hiding behind the sofa set and me behind a chair, we were tense. As soon as a it was quiet, I did not dare look up from my cover for fear of getting my fore head clipped or my hand shot. Finally courageously I peeked up and there he was! Determination matched by his face he unloaded upon me and I unloaded back.
I feared.
Using whatever male reserves I had in my 75% feminine self, I stood while pulling the mechanism and trigger as fast as my fingers allowed me. Skillful? Nope. Matt was doing the exact same thing! Finally. I heard...
Argh!
A point! Believing myself the better man, I felt an ant bite on my side. It was no insect sting. No, I was shot. It wasn't the physical pain. Oh no, that wasn't it. It was the mortal blow my ego felt. I shot him. He responded in kind.
Snap Snap Snap Snap! Come on la matt!
"I'm out! (of bullets, it meant we had to reload)
"how many points already? I got you twice right, you shot me once?"
"yeah."
" ah ha..."
" next round play till five?"
" sure"
Snap Snap Snap Snap.
I won. Yay.
*very exagerated writing*
Sorry.
Well, the fun part actually came after that. Finally I finished that idiotic, hulk coloured book and slapped down my pencil with a,"yes" of relief. Half of my duties were done for that day. I could finally play! Near instantly i messaged my friend that I would skipping over to his house to enjoy a game of ping pong. Or as the chinese call it, ping pong.
Exciting I would say. Yes, ping pong, the game of emporers and thieves alike. Of brutal smashing and cunning trickery. I had no idea I wouldn't even touch the a bat or walk away unharmed.
I walked noisily through my dear friends cozy house and greeting all his family. Including my godmum. His little brother bounded to me with that blood lust in his eyes" It only took me a second to realise what his intentions were." Matthias passed by and called to me with all the familiarity a dear friend of ten years would have done. "Wait ah." Were his words.
Waiting i could do. Only Matthew, his little brother pulled out an entire arsenal of BB guns. An Ak 47, two berretas, a sport pistol and an airsoft gun. Along with enough bullets to paint the mona lisa on mount Rushmore.(exageration, there were about fifty) Temptation i simply couldn't take anymore. The lure of causing pain to a fellow human being was far too great for any mere, puny human to bear!"
"eh, matt, I need to go shoot your bro"
"no prob"
"fifteen minutes?"
"sure"
I turned right around into and saw matthew standing there decked out with shin guards, a gas mask, his Ak 47 along with two clips and a Beretta hanging out of his pocket. What on earth! Injustice! I only had a Beretta!
"No fair!" I screamed!
"Ok la Ok la" said he as he gingerly put back the larger gun and wielded the smaller.
Grabbing a box of plastic balls, (no laughing) we headed upstairs to the gym. The gym, a large room, a bit of a covered with roof top with windows. Scattered along the gym was a humble sofa set, equipment by the sides and of course, a ping pong table smack dab in the middle.
We took our positions. Across each other in that rectangular room.
3
2
1
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Our guns began firing! Bullets zinged above my head! I couldn't tell where he was for fear of getting a piece of place smashing into my precious face. This was a battle! Losing was a theory each side could not make into law! With Matthew hiding behind the sofa set and me behind a chair, we were tense. As soon as a it was quiet, I did not dare look up from my cover for fear of getting my fore head clipped or my hand shot. Finally courageously I peeked up and there he was! Determination matched by his face he unloaded upon me and I unloaded back.
I feared.
Using whatever male reserves I had in my 75% feminine self, I stood while pulling the mechanism and trigger as fast as my fingers allowed me. Skillful? Nope. Matt was doing the exact same thing! Finally. I heard...
Argh!
A point! Believing myself the better man, I felt an ant bite on my side. It was no insect sting. No, I was shot. It wasn't the physical pain. Oh no, that wasn't it. It was the mortal blow my ego felt. I shot him. He responded in kind.
Snap Snap Snap Snap! Come on la matt!
"I'm out! (of bullets, it meant we had to reload)
"how many points already? I got you twice right, you shot me once?"
"yeah."
" ah ha..."
" next round play till five?"
" sure"
Snap Snap Snap Snap.
I won. Yay.
*very exagerated writing*
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Star Wars
I like star wars. All you boogeristic nerd killers can be one with the force for all I care.
I was watching the ice princess the other day. Its about this nerdish girl whose overpowering mother has put her on the fast track to a physics degree in Harvard. However, her true love is in skating. It was something that made her feel beautiful; it made her forget what she was and showed who she was.
Question now is, who am I?
Bother, I hate that hard questions, don't you? I depise friendster and other these "social websites" mainly because I have to fill out the "tell others about yourself" blank. Embarrasing though to admit, I often find myself spending near eternities simply to tell friends about myself.
I still struggle with those questions. Why? Because I am not what I want to be. I want to be someone great. One of those guys who are popular everywhere;the type so many girls have a crush on. Smooth, charming and talented at the things he does. I want to be someone else. I want to be someone like that. Problem is. I'm not.
I'm Joseph. Still trying to figure out what he's good at and what he enjoys. Loves making people smile and hates math with a passion. A close friend to only a few and a person who likes to listen to people talk about themselves. A person who does stuff knowing he can't do them whithout God's help. A person who loves God.
Might I add, has a penchant for being annoyingly loud.
Thats me for the most part. In truth I'm not really who I want to be. But why? Why on earth am I so afraid of what people think of me. Why do i want to be respected and popular? For what reason? So I can feel great about myself being better that someone? Pretty much.
I guess I'm wrong. I figured I was wrong while writting this. Who I am is who I am. Which is what God made me to be. He knows exactly who I am and exactly what I can be. All I have to do is ask Him and let him shape me.
Question now is, who am I?
Bother, I hate that hard questions, don't you? I depise friendster and other these "social websites" mainly because I have to fill out the "tell others about yourself" blank. Embarrasing though to admit, I often find myself spending near eternities simply to tell friends about myself.
I still struggle with those questions. Why? Because I am not what I want to be. I want to be someone great. One of those guys who are popular everywhere;the type so many girls have a crush on. Smooth, charming and talented at the things he does. I want to be someone else. I want to be someone like that. Problem is. I'm not.
I'm Joseph. Still trying to figure out what he's good at and what he enjoys. Loves making people smile and hates math with a passion. A close friend to only a few and a person who likes to listen to people talk about themselves. A person who does stuff knowing he can't do them whithout God's help. A person who loves God.
Might I add, has a penchant for being annoyingly loud.
Thats me for the most part. In truth I'm not really who I want to be. But why? Why on earth am I so afraid of what people think of me. Why do i want to be respected and popular? For what reason? So I can feel great about myself being better that someone? Pretty much.
I guess I'm wrong. I figured I was wrong while writting this. Who I am is who I am. Which is what God made me to be. He knows exactly who I am and exactly what I can be. All I have to do is ask Him and let him shape me.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Stewards
In the beginning, God made the heavens and the seas, land and the oceans and all that. He created you and me; as well as orchestrated the redemption of humanity. Every single thing on the face of speck we so fondly call earth is His. In other words, its probably got the words made in Jesus written on its tag; if you look closely enought that is.
When we were put on earth, we were asked to subdue the earht. That would mean we are supposed to take care of everything that God has given us. To the very best of our abilities. Imagine doing something for some one you love. Like, a birthday card or a sabo bash, you'd definitely plan it to the max, every detail covered, the physical characteristics of shaving cream studied and reviewed, all variables computed in order for you to give the very best. Now imagine doing it for God.
We're incharge of stuff; in other words, we're stewards. We take care of stuff, that means the environment, other guys and gals-all that. If somebody great gave you something important, made just for you, wouldn't you treasure it?
We've been given so many treasures, friends, Call of Duty Four(hmm...), Mom, Dad, aunties, BB guns, the earth, but we so often forget about one of the greatest things God gave you.
You.
Duh.
Our bodies are one of the greatest things God has given us. Indeed, created such artistry, incredibly complex science and immense passion. Our brains are so powerful that if we were to make a com that mimics the human mind, it would have to be as large as the empire state building. Not only that, it would need gigantic power resources, as a large as a city maybe? All this and it would run for about a second or two. A baby makes our intense computer systems look like decapacitated can openers. When a baby forms in his mothers womb, a million nervous eye sockets connect perfectly to a million nerves to give us glorious colour. Lcd/plasma screens are pathetic. We are awesome.
Yet, we abuse ourselves. The stuff we eat tears away bit by bit from God's magnificent blueprint. Lets admit, well, at least I do, taking care of God's stuff is one thing. But so often we forget to take care of ourselves. Guess what, its wrong. Why? Its because our bodies aren't ours, our bodies belong to God.
One of the best ways to keep our bodies in god like condition is to eat the right stuff. Check out the food pyramid. It gives awesome info on what to eat and what not to eat. Go online and research the amount of inedible gunk in burgers. Lets do that so we can be stewards of our bodies.
We're worth good food. Why? Cause our bodies belong to God.
When we were put on earth, we were asked to subdue the earht. That would mean we are supposed to take care of everything that God has given us. To the very best of our abilities. Imagine doing something for some one you love. Like, a birthday card or a sabo bash, you'd definitely plan it to the max, every detail covered, the physical characteristics of shaving cream studied and reviewed, all variables computed in order for you to give the very best. Now imagine doing it for God.
We're incharge of stuff; in other words, we're stewards. We take care of stuff, that means the environment, other guys and gals-all that. If somebody great gave you something important, made just for you, wouldn't you treasure it?
We've been given so many treasures, friends, Call of Duty Four(hmm...), Mom, Dad, aunties, BB guns, the earth, but we so often forget about one of the greatest things God gave you.
You.
Duh.
Our bodies are one of the greatest things God has given us. Indeed, created such artistry, incredibly complex science and immense passion. Our brains are so powerful that if we were to make a com that mimics the human mind, it would have to be as large as the empire state building. Not only that, it would need gigantic power resources, as a large as a city maybe? All this and it would run for about a second or two. A baby makes our intense computer systems look like decapacitated can openers. When a baby forms in his mothers womb, a million nervous eye sockets connect perfectly to a million nerves to give us glorious colour. Lcd/plasma screens are pathetic. We are awesome.
Yet, we abuse ourselves. The stuff we eat tears away bit by bit from God's magnificent blueprint. Lets admit, well, at least I do, taking care of God's stuff is one thing. But so often we forget to take care of ourselves. Guess what, its wrong. Why? Its because our bodies aren't ours, our bodies belong to God.
One of the best ways to keep our bodies in god like condition is to eat the right stuff. Check out the food pyramid. It gives awesome info on what to eat and what not to eat. Go online and research the amount of inedible gunk in burgers. Lets do that so we can be stewards of our bodies.
We're worth good food. Why? Cause our bodies belong to God.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Dunno
Today was indeed a glorious day in my vibrant history! I! Joseph Wong! Has been grocery shopping! All alone! Whithout any help! Except well, maybe, karlyn who helped me pick out the veggie, tomatoes, pita bread... However! It is of no consequence as glory forever more belongeth to me!
He, with the battle fought in his mind built before himself a plan of attack. He marched sternly into the market and demanded that they serve him! A highly valued customer who, by his financial might tossed the mountain of unemployment into the thriving blue ocean of prosperity. He demanded servitude and tomatoes! Pita bread too! With his composure calm, lips stern, and eyes piercing; the great man made his orders. They were to be promptly delivered as he took immense effort to allow unimaginable riches burst forth from the magnificence of his coffers. The employees danced with joy before him as he, overflowingly merciful and generous allowed grace to pour unhindered.
Well, actually, I hadn't the scarcest idea what I was doing in there. I walked in thinking there would be a huge bilboard infront of my face that said," sandwich materials for dummies here!" Well, I was wrong. In the end I bought severely overpriced cherry tomatoes which looked more like red chillies, browning lettuce which looked more like cabbages, rotten milk with bacteria(cheese) and pita bread. Throughout walking through the hallowed isles of edibles, I couldn't help feeling a tad bit silly. Sort of the wierd feeling that your zip is down even though it isn't. Then it dawned. I was carrying everything whithout a basket.
As i smiled sheepishly; poor, wonderful karlyn rolled her eyeballs and undertook an expedition acquire a shopping basket.
Finally, we reached the casheir and I pushed my hard carried items onto the table with an air of achievement. As I pulled out my wallet; my ego immediately deflated when I saw that about half my lifesavings was needed to ransom my food. Oh wells. Who needs cash when you have tomatoes? My first adventure to the grocery was completed.
He, with the battle fought in his mind built before himself a plan of attack. He marched sternly into the market and demanded that they serve him! A highly valued customer who, by his financial might tossed the mountain of unemployment into the thriving blue ocean of prosperity. He demanded servitude and tomatoes! Pita bread too! With his composure calm, lips stern, and eyes piercing; the great man made his orders. They were to be promptly delivered as he took immense effort to allow unimaginable riches burst forth from the magnificence of his coffers. The employees danced with joy before him as he, overflowingly merciful and generous allowed grace to pour unhindered.
Well, actually, I hadn't the scarcest idea what I was doing in there. I walked in thinking there would be a huge bilboard infront of my face that said," sandwich materials for dummies here!" Well, I was wrong. In the end I bought severely overpriced cherry tomatoes which looked more like red chillies, browning lettuce which looked more like cabbages, rotten milk with bacteria(cheese) and pita bread. Throughout walking through the hallowed isles of edibles, I couldn't help feeling a tad bit silly. Sort of the wierd feeling that your zip is down even though it isn't. Then it dawned. I was carrying everything whithout a basket.
As i smiled sheepishly; poor, wonderful karlyn rolled her eyeballs and undertook an expedition acquire a shopping basket.
Finally, we reached the casheir and I pushed my hard carried items onto the table with an air of achievement. As I pulled out my wallet; my ego immediately deflated when I saw that about half my lifesavings was needed to ransom my food. Oh wells. Who needs cash when you have tomatoes? My first adventure to the grocery was completed.
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