I've made some mistakes here. The link to my new blog (which I've been using for quite a while now) is this http://www.xanga.com/Stifler_leonheart .
Please visit that site. This would probably be the last post on this blog.

Thank you for your support.

Moved backed here. lol Xanga doesn't give me as much control over it as I would have like. All the crap with HTML. So I'm back here.

As a sidenote, I've started up a blog solely for anime and games. Woohoo. So go check it out.

I've moved to Xanga, main reason being that it easily allows me to upload my music. "Stupid reason?" Yeah, I suppose so, but it can be useful at times.

http://www.xanga.com/private/yourhome.aspx?user=Stifler_leonheart

The Game.Instructions:`Take a look at your friends, then list up to 10 things you want to say to 10 different friends.`DO NOT state who these people are.`DO NOT confirm or deny any "comment speculation". Then tag 5 people.

To the Defender of Justice: lol Life was fun back in Secondary School. Time passes so quickly, don’t you think? If the world were full of people like you, the world would be a nicer place to live in. But its not, so that’s just too bad. Lets meet up again for Teacher’s Day, yes? Study hard for your As, you hear?

To the Singing Diva: Without you sitting in front, life in class isn’t as exciting as it used to be. And now I don’t have a ready person to turn to for advice. Haha. Good luck for your As!

To the little dude (both figuratively and literally): lol Don’t play Winning Eleven lah, NBA Live is so much more fun. I still owe you your S.H.E CD…Will be returning it to you as soon as I can. Haha. Good luck for your poly studies!

To the retired Black Hole: Sorry about your grandma, dude. But I’m sure that she’s in a better place right now. Miss the times when we used to play LAN and Naruto along with the rest of the guys. Work hard, yeah?

To Aimless: Dude, look me up if you have any trouble with your maths. You know I will always be here to help you, except for the times when I will not be there to help you. Haha. Lets go for a game of Battlefield after the As.

To Lordono: Hurry up and watch my Tsubasa Chronicles already! Lol. Its too nice a show to be put off for so long. I miss the days we had in IT club. Playing LF was fun. Too bad they didn’t have a national tournament on it. We would have owned.

To the Fish: Life in school would be even more of a bore if it weren’t for you crapping around with me. Stay fun as always.

To the Wushu-er: I have said it once and I will say it again – you must sleep earlier man. Sleeping at 2 and coming to school at 7 isn’t really healthy, you know. Haha. Stupid crapper who usually craps along with me.

To the Tennis dude: Another one of my crappers in school. Haha. Lets work hard for the As, shall we?

To my opponent in Slam Dunk: I could search the world over, and probably never find anyone who could give me as much of a challenge as you do. See you in Uni.

Well, I was just reading the Sunday Times article about blogging, and I felt that I should give my two cents worth on it. Actually, I would have posted about it had I read it on Sunday itself. As it is, I receive my newspapers a day late, due a nice little arrangement that my family has with the neighbors. Well, enough about that, lets get down to the post proper (Its kind of ironic, huh? How an article about blogs is being talked about in a blog. That's life for you, I suppose.)

One of the first things that strike you as you first gaze upon the article is "i want to be famous.com"...no, that's not right. That is how I would write it. Instead, the article puts it as "iwant2bfamous.com", in a vain attempt to imitate standard SMS short forms (which I personally do not use. The SMS is mocking the English language! There's a GP question on that if I'm not mistaken.)

All at once, you know where the article is going. It is, as you probably already know, talking about how bloggers are narcissistic, and that their blogs are all about "me, myself, and I". Okay, granted that. That is the way most blogs are orientated anyway. In fact, the article even goes so far as to present statistical information to you. In their own words, “…73% of them said their blogs were personal…the remaining 27% wrote non-personal blogs.” (I hope that I do not get into trouble with the ST for writing that. After all, I am ignorant of the laws governing intellectual piracy in Singapore, but that won’t help me, as I can envision the judge saying this “Ignorance isn’t a good excuse.” So, ST, if you are reading this, try not to sue me.)

Not that I have anything against that. On the contrary, I actually agree with them. It is easy to see that the so-called “Age of the Self” has fallen upon us. You do not need to have millions of blogs sprouting like mushrooms to tell you that. No, indeed. I mean, just look that Singaporeans! Its only been some time back that we have been ranked among the worst courteous countries in the world in the recent Reader’s Digest survey (not that you needed one. It is common knowledge that Singaporeans are not courteous, to say the least. Haha.)

There are some who would say that this (meaning the whole blogging craze) would have an unsavory effect on the world’s teenagers. They worry that the over indulgence (for lack of a better word) of oneself would only serve to make them more self-centered, in an increasingly selfish society. After all, if you think about yourself all day, sooner or later you would stop caring about other people.

If you read most self-orientated blogs, you would notice that most of the posts are blasting at their school (if the poster is a student), blasting at their boss (if they are working), blasting that the last bugger to pissed them off, and basically blasting anything in general. Not very healthy for the poster’s psyche, if I can say so myself. These are angry folks, people.

However, by posting all their frustrations on their blogs, they might be removing this anger from their systems, so to speak. Which might be good their they physiological well-being. But wait a minutes – didn’t you just say that such a doing isn’t good for one’s mind? Yes, I did. My answer is this: I do not know.

But what I do know is this: Through the many postings on the blog, the poster might acquire a host of loyal fans. When the poster is down, the fans (if they can be called that) can post comments to cheer the poster up. Just knowing that someone is on their side, that someone know what you are going through (of course they do – they read your blog!), that you are not alone, can do wonders for oneself. It is like having a friend, only that they are not actually there.

Another thing about blogs, and today’s’ kids in general: We have no qualms about giving out personal information. How often do we give out our birthdays, email address etc. etc. without second thought when signing up at websites? All sense of privacy is gone. But this is another topic for me to rant about some other time. For now, I will have to close up this post soon.

So, what is my point for this entire post? Its simple: I don’t have one. Yup, that 700 odd words you just read are basically useless. They are fit for the bin. If I pass that up to my GP tutor, I probably won’t get anything higher than an F (not that you can get much lower than an F). But in my pointless essay, lies my point (Okay…think that through. Take a deep breath. Read that again. Then move on.)

Most blogs online right now are pointless. People in general do not want to read about your daily ramblings. It is boring. The few who stand out do so because they are controversial. They go against the norm, what we have come to expect of blogs. (Example: That blog about the gay couple. Bet you that you know about it and will remember few months down the road). In that sense, my blog isn’t much different, only that instead of posting about myself, I post about events that I feel like picking a bone with at that time. It just so happened that I just read this article in the Sunday Times, and so it got chosen.








Some Singaporean bloggers posts in very bad English, eg. Singish. If you come across any of such blogs, do us all a favor and send them a DoS attack. It is to save the entire of civilization from being polluted by their language. Thank you.*








*this is said tongue in cheek. On no accounts should you actually do a DoS attack on such sites. Good luck anyway.

92 more days to the A levels. Time to really start work. Haha. About time too. Spent the last few weeks slacking and playing this really cute game "Pangya". Its a golf game, for those of you who don't know. "Golf???" I hear you saying? Yes, that's right, golf. And its actually quite fun too, helped no doubt by the fact that the characters inside are so darnedly cute. Haha. Yeah, I'm playing it only for the cuteness factor.

I'm typing this in school now, while the rest of my friends are studying. Kudos to them. Hard workers one and all. So unlike me. A true born slacker, that I am. Well, not any more. Bwahahahahaha!

A short little post. I won't be posting for quite some time now, but you can keep checking back every now and then to see if I have anything new. I will be posting my views on the Middle Easten crisis some time soon, if I am able. After that, I probably won't touch this blog till after the A levels.

Till then.

Well, July the 14th has come and gone, and suddenly I’m one year older. Not that I wish to be reminded of it. So much time has passed. Why, I still remember all the good old days, as if it was only yesterday. So much time, so much time…

First, I would like to thank those people who has supported me in my 18 years, and have made me to who I am today.

To my oldest and best friend, Chao Liang:

It has been a good 11 years, dude. Yes, I read your post, and it made me recall a whole load of memories. Lol Yes, I got that astronomy badge, but I can’t remember where it is for the sake of me. The three of us, you, Eric, and me – we were always together back in the old days. Lol Yes, we made our own newspaper. I can remember us running around the school looking for things to put in it. It was so much fun. And our own encyclopedia – we did so much research for that thing. All of it on A4 paper, handwritten and drawn. I remember I did the drawings. Lol
Ah, and we made our own comic too…Its on one of our favorite games back then – Worms 2. Too bad production stopped after the 2nd issue.

Lol So, 50 years down the road, I will be awaiting you with a copy of Slam Dunk. No one else is playing it anyway, and even if they do, they won’t be much of a challenge for us. I will be waiting for you then. Its like you said, I won’t find a worthier opponent other than you.

To my other best friend, Sheng Hui:

Well, well, we did get off to a rocky start, didn’t we? And look at us now, the best of chums. How things can change. I won’t know how I could have gotten through sec school without you, man. Your sense of honor, your responsible nature, your determination to do the right thing even in the face of opposition – they all impressed on me greatly. You are a good man, Sheng Hui, and may you never change. Its my privilege to have a friend like you.

To people big and small:

I would also like to thank my sister, Amie. Being around you is fun! You always have a good word to say whenever we are feeling down, and you always do the right thing to bring us back to our feet. Thank you for everything.

To Jun Liang: First got to know you through IT club. What fun days we had back then. Playing LF2 on the computer while looking over our shoulders to make sure that Mr. Lim doesn’t catch us in the act. Yeah, that was fun, dude. Glad to have a friend like you.

To Wei Chan: Book-smart, eloquent, “nerdy” and downright annoying. A man after my own heart, if I can say so myself. Haha. Glad to know you, man.

To Jing Zhi: The first friend I made at GM. Saw you sitting lonely at the back row, so I popped behind and said hi. And now, 6 years has passed. Ah, how the time flies.

To Jing Jing: Though I’ve known you for only a short 1 and half years, you have been a good friend to me. It was great fun hanging out with you.

Thank you everyone. The Alvin Chua of today won’t be here now if it won’t for all of you.

My body was getting thinner and had become bent into a stooped position. I was not able to stretch, and felt paralyzed. All my strength was gone. It was hard to move even one finger, and opening my eyes was not easy. Even conversation got on my nerves.

For obeying God’s Law I had been confined in prison. I had a sudden craving for apples, but I could not get even one and I wondered why. “Those who disobeyed the Lord not only had apples but were able to eat to their heart’s content. But here in prison, I could not even eat the rotten beans and decayed millet they gave us. The smelly and unnutritious soup was made of weeds and looked like dirty water used for washing feet.

However, my desire for apples became stronger. “O Jesus, I would like to eat an apple,” I prayed honestly. “You know my body system. You are the only One who can cure this painful desire. Please grant me one whole apple.”

I could not help but think of apples. If I had a fortune, I thought I would be glad to give it up for one whole apple. But if somebody were to bring me a barrelful of delicious apples and say, “Eat them and worship the Shinto gods,” I would have kicked over the barrel and said, “I don’t need them! I don’t need them for the rest of my life!”

“O Jesus, You must be planning something wonderful for my future,” I prayed. “Please give me one whole apple, even if You have to give up the Plan. Maybe it is impossible because of the time and place, but You satisfied 5000 people with 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish. Now I must really depend upon Your Promise. You said that You would grant every desire which is asked in Your name. Trusting your promise, I am praying.” After praying, the pain that had twisted my nerves began subsiding somehow, and an indescribable warmth filled my heart.

One day during the change of shifts I overheard jailers Jue and Kuriyama talking. “At this time of the year, apple rations are being distributed, but all the apples are rotten. Maybe the section chiefs have taken the good ones.”

When I heard this, I jumped up in my excitement. The word “apple” made my mouth want to water, but no saliva came. I called to Jue immediately. “Mrs Jue, Is it true that apples rations are being distributed?”

“How many do they give?”

“How many? Why?”

“Mrs. Jue, don’te you see our food? Its nothing but decayed, smelly things. Rotten apples are much, much better than what we are eating. Can you get those rotten apples?”

“Now I know what you mean.””Will you get them for me?”

“Even though they are rotten?”

“I don’t mind, I want to eat those rotten apples.”

“Alright, that is easy to do. I will bring them to you.”

Hearing this, I was so happy I almost danced and jumped for joy. When Kuriyama came for the change of shifts, I asked her to bring me some apples also.

Jailers Kuriyama and Jue went for the rations. Many of the other jailers did not want the rotten apples, so they each received a bagful. As the night advanced, Jue brought the soggy apples and put then through the meal hole. Oh, what an aroma! I was so overwhelmed by the fragance that I almost fainted. “O Lord, this aroma is sufficient.” I prayed. “How splendid it is! God still lives! God is the God of promise.”

I praised God and worshipped Him with all my heart. As soon as I got hold of an apple, I put it into my mouth. It was like an apple that had been boiled. It was so soft that it melted in my mouth right away. The fruit of Heaven must be like this. I thought. The hard, frozen apple, melted by the warmness of spring, had become juice. A tap on the apple would produce juiece. Every prisoner ate at least one. What a wonderful world it was! The prison became a paradise.

Jailer Kuriyama brought us a lot of apples in a sack too. We ate them all. My stomach, shriveled and dehydrated, was filled with the nutritious apple juice, like a soft spring shower poured onto a dry lawn during the night. The ache that had been piercing my body stopped, and my entire body functions recovered. Even my twisted nerves calmed down.

“What a wonderful world God has created!” I exclaimed. “Oh, what a wonderful prison this is! What a lofty road of the Lord! O Lord, You are faithful to Your promise. I will tell this to people in Heaven and in the world.”

My waist straightened. I could use my voice again. I explained to my fellow prisoners why God gave me soggy apples instead of firm, smooth ones. Because my teeth were weak, I wouldn’t have been able to bite into a firm apple. I had to add that God had given me 50 apples instead of just one because my dehydrated body needed many soggy apples rather than one freash apple which I could not have chewed. The apples were truly tasty, and their sweetness and delicacy were the best I had ever tasted.

The next day, one of the prisoners looked at me seriously and wiped away her tears. I asked her why she was crying. “I have always eaten good food, but never acknowledged it by thanking God as you have, even for rotten apples.” Then she wept even more, and I cried with her for joy.

-By person unknown.