A Renewal of Vows

Goodness me! It's been forever and a day since I last blogged. It seems have been neglecting it. I remember when blogging was a new phenomenon, the countless hours spent in the computer lab churning out post after post, obviously all in a bid to avoid doing my assignments.

So much has happened since then, hasn't it?

I never intended my blog to be a diary of sorts per se - I could never keep diaries for the life of me - but rather as a place where I can publish my works of creative writing online for the world to enjoy. As it well may be seem, I certainly must have allowed myself to get so caught up that I've even stopped writing entirely.

I do hope to gain back momentum again. I remember how content would just flow through my fingers when the blog first started. It seems now as if someone deliberately turned off the tap.

I want it back on, and badly. If I'm ever going to be the novelist I want to become, I must write. For that is what writers do.

For better or worse.

24

That's how many years have sneaked by when I thought I'd just nip out for a tinkle. My life has zipped slowly by. There's an oxymoron right there for you. But it's true. I remember hearing this quote that the present moves slowly, but the past moves very, very quickly.

And I'm only 24! The future lies ahead.

And I've run out of things to say. I dunno why. But yea

To all those who wished me happy birthday, thank you. To all those who didn't. Don't worry.

You'll get your chance next year ;)

Words of Wisdom

True success is not scrambling up the social ladder; it's waiting at the bottom rung and threatening to tip it over. - Eddie G., 2008

The Diaries of Sir Robert the Violent of Staffordshire

For those of you who remember, I made one post with the same title. Now, it's expanded! Mei Yii and I have decided to collaborate and co-write the story together. Since this "story" goes back to the days when we played Maple. (It was a low point in my life, okay?!? Stop goggling at me like that!)

So anyway, without further ado, Tee and Gee proudly presents

The Diaries of Sir Robert the Violent of Staffordshire

So drop by and give your support.

Especially for Mei Yii cos she needs it more than I do.

Wahahaaaa kidding!

Good morning, class!

That's right. It's official. I'm gonna be teacher! Can't wait to start training :)

Those who know my situation would surely know that the odds were pretty much stacked against me when I applied for the job. But there really is no limit to God's neverending grace, is there?

Shoutout time!!!

First and foremost, to the Lord Jesus Christ, without Whom none of all this would be even remotely possible.

Next to my family in Singapore and to my aunt's family in KL for the support they've given all through these years.

To the Orange Club! My group of close and dear personal friends: Jit, Steve, Jarrod and Josh (I'm doing in order of age, Josh, so don't complain that I put you last wahaha). Thanks for being there.

To my beloved Care Group in RLC, which I will surely miss to bits >< God bless you all for your prayers.

To my close, personal friends in the Monash Christian Fellowship: TMY, Joanna, Shu-shu, Lynette and Chien Aun (apologies if I left anyone out, I just can't remember all of you)

And to all those who were rooting for me (some possibly because they can't wait to see my ass outta KL hahaha)

And to you, dear reader! Just because.

So buzz me whenever you're in Singapore, and we'll go paint the town red! Metaphorically speaking of course; the penalties of vandalism can be pretty painful. Ask Michael Fay.

Scienta Est Potentia VIII

Oscar Wilde's wit was peerless. Once at a pub, he wagered that he could speak wittily on any subject. A man threw down a purseful of money and said to Wilde, "so what about the Queen?"

Wilde stared calmly at his challenger for a short while, and then smilingly proceeded to pocket the purse.

"The Queen is not a subject."

Ole! Ole! Ole!

Thank you for football's most magical minute in history.

That was 8 years ago.

Today, defences all around the world can breathe slightly easier knowing that they no longer have to deal with the cunning and subterfuge of...



The Baby-Faced Assassin


YOU ARE MY SOLSKJAER
by the Old Trafford Faithful

You are my Solskjaer,
My Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey,
And Alan Shearer,
Was f*cking dearer,
So please don't take, my Solskjaer away!