just keep running

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“So did Genghis Khan,” Baba said. “But enough of that. You asked about sin and I want to tell you. Are you listening?”

“Yes,” I said, pressing my lips together. But a chortle escaped through my nose and made a snorting sound. That got me giggling again.

Baba’s stony eyes bore into mine and, just like that, I wasn’t laughing anymore. “I mean to speak to you man to man. Do you think you can handle that for once?”

“Yes, Baba-jan,” I muttered, marveling, not for the first time, at how badly Baba could sting me with so few words. We’d had a fleeting good moment- it wasn’t often Baba talked to me, let alone on his lap- and I’d been a fool to waste it.

“Good,” Baba said, but his eyes wondered. “Now, no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. Do you understand that?”

“No, Baba-jan,” I said, desperately wishing I did. I didn’t want to disappoint him again.

Baba heaved a sigh of impatience. That stung too, because he was not an impatient man. I remembered all the times he didn’t come home until after dark, all the times I ate dinner alone. I’d ask Ali where Baba was, when is he coming home, though I knew full well he was at the construction site, overlooking this, supervising that. Didn’t that take patience? I already hated all the kids he was building the orphanage for; sometimes I wished they’d all died along with their parents.

“When you kill a man, you steal his life.” Baba said. “You steal his wife’s right to a husband; rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal his right to fairness. Do you see?”

I did. When Baba was six, a thief walked into my grandfather’s house in the middle of the night. My grandfather, a respected judge, confronted him, but the thief stabbed him in the throat, killing him instantly-and robbing Baba of a father. The towns-people caught the killer just before noon the next day; he turned out to be a wanderer from the Kunduz region. They hanged him from the branch of an oak tree with still two hours to go before the afternoon prayer. It was Rahim Khan, not Baba, who had told me that story. I was always learning things about Baba from other people.

“There is no act more wretched than stealing, Amir,” Baba said. “A man who takes what’s not his to take, be it a life or a loaf of naan… I spit on such a man. And if I ever cross paths with him, God help him. do you understand?”

I found the idea of Baba clobbering a thief both exhilarating and terribly frightening. “Yes, Baba.”

“If there’s a God out there, then I would hope he has more important things to attend to then to my drinking scotch or eating pork. Now, hop down. All this talk about sin has made me thirsty again.”

-Adapted from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hossein

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Due to my ultimate boredom from staying at home, I've begun to watch Princess Hours aka Goong, which happens to be a love story and the last thing of all things I should be watching.


But I was bored and my sister had the whole of season 1. So I decided, what the heck.

For that, Min-er has labelled me GAY.

Click to see the gay me.
Oh well.

SCM in 3 days. I really need to run.

Bye. @ 18:24

Champion ah.

5-7 Dec got class chalet.

Then I realised 5-6 got VBS.

So I thought, screw the chalet, the choice's obvious, God's more impt.

Then in today's little meeting, we shared our dreams and I shared mine of excelling in OCS and the army, etc etc etc. Then we prayed.

And Ernest just told me the OCS Experiential Camp is from 4-6 Dec, open to anyone. Just give your name and you'll be in the camp, cos there ain't not enough people. Screw the selection and the requirements.

why? WHY? WHY? @ 23:25

I don't like people. I think most of them are the reason why this world is in such a mess these days.

Well, I guess in that case I don't really like myself very much either.

I'm feeling pretty fucked screwed lately.

Tmr gg get gel pack. Bye. @ 22:46

Your smile in the sunshine,
that revives the wilted flower,
that melts the morning dew,
and the loneliness in my heart.

Just an old poem I (ironically) found a long time ago, hastily scratched on a old classroom table somewhere on level 5. Thought it was nice. @ 22:28

Have you ever wondered how it's possible to feel alone in a room full of people?

I have friends,- too many friends, in my personal opinion.

I've met numerous cadets from all kinds of schools in my ncc career, AI, Spec, CLT courses, and somehow or other I realised many of them were releated to me somehow cos Singapore is just too bloody small, and this particular person you know might know someone that you'll eventually meet in your course of life.

Take Frank for example. I met him on my Thunder Warrior trip, a SSG with a crazy laugh. When we were back in Singapore I realised his cousin lives at my block, studies in my sch and I take the same bus as him almost everyday. I later found out he (Frank's cousin) was a close friend of my OGL. And oh, I looked a lot like his cousin too.

The thing was, too many friends were made. Not just in NCC, in schools, everywhere. For me, most of them just happened to be touch-and-go friends (Not that touch you perv). I knew their names, their looks, said occasional hi-s when it was required, but I never knew them personally.

I personally missed the times in sec sch when there was a close group of people that knew what the hell was going in my life at that point of time and I knew what the hell was going on in their lives at that point of time. In a way there was a sort of camaraderie and not forgetting to mention the presence of people who truly knew who you were and at the same time, (reliable) people that you could share burdens with. They were the real friends, not the touch-and-go ones.

Sadly, I hardly feel this in where I am now.

Gah.

Off topic:-


If you're in any way connected to TK NPCC, I apologise for posting this picture. But damn, it totally cracked me up. I'll be appalled if no one does anything about it soon. @ 22:00

Champion. Just recieved my tickets few days ago.




$30 for $120 worth of goodness(if any). For once, being a CLT proved to be something I've done right. =)

RPEC(Race Pack Entry Collection) for the Standard Chartered Marathon(SCM) started today and I was there at 1130hrs(they open at 1100hrs) to beat the crowd. Squeezing with 30,000 people isn't exactly my idea of fun.

But apparenly the idea of beating the weekend crowd wasn't my idea alone.


The whole crowd of people in front of me. Legend.

When it finally came to me, I found out to my horror, they changed the shoe bag to some fugly gym bag.


Damn ugly can. Like girl bag lidat. Sian.

But the singlet damn CHAMPION AH.




Whoo. Damn nice. Super cooling to run in. The arm holes are a tad big though. They could fit like, 3 of my necks. Later I run in them den I'll lift my arms. WHOARR.

Full glory.

Bye. @ 22:06

Malaysia trip was fubar. Go Google fubar if you don't know what the hell it means.

Sometimes I think I was never meant to do things right. I don't think there was anything in my life that turned out the way I wanted them to turn out. Well, I guess that's just part and parcel of life being a bitch. (I quote Ms Evelyn Koh for this) I shall slowly await the day when something finally turns out right somehow. Maybe I should pray harder.

Do head on down to the link Roy gave on the tagboard here.

I'm no expert at the whole WSM saga, basically cos at that point of time that it happened, I was simply too busy with whatever I was busy with to go google Wee Shu Min and find out what the hell was it she wrote that caused so much of a ho-ha. Now that I've finally read it, maybe I should say some shit. I hope that you've took the trouble to read the article on the link.

When you're finished with the article, I hope you're feeling disgusted about WSM and her retarted piece of writing. I hope it makes you sick in the stomach to know that there's a 70% chance that WSM will eventually get a high end scholarship that she doesn't deserve and in about 10 years time, will eventually have a say in how SIngapore is run, in the process earning a 6-digit monthly salary. I also hope that you'll feeling like vomiting your dinner out on your carpet when you realise that a teeny-weeny part of the taxes that your dad pays goes into her lunch money, considering WSM's dad is a MP, AMK GRC specifically, who doesn't not show any remorse for his daughter's behaviour.

If these are the kind of future leaders for Singapore, I'll have to say Singapore doesn't have much of a future left. And if I ever meet WSM in person, I'll rip her sorry pussy apart cos that's exactly what she deserves. She should be honoured I said that cos I had to break a previous vow of not using any profanities just for that sentence.

SCM in 11 days. Zzzzzzzz. @ 21:39

Damn sian. I've got no inspiration to blog. Got nothing to blog about.

Today's service was great.

I shall be leaving Malaysia in 8 hours. Good bye.

The above 3 statements aren't related in any way. @ 22:36

Eunice Sim found out I wasn't in lecture today. I'm getting ready to get it from her tmr.

I added a little secret on the blog. Go on, try and find it.

Hint: Keep your mouse moving. @ 22:56

These are just rhymes for times,
when you'll be losing your mind,
and rhymes for times,
you just can't seem to unwind,
and find a place
to rest and put your mind at ease,
these rhymes were designed for times
such as these.
-Rapture Ruckus @ 21:40

Wasted the whole day going around Singapore, doing absolutely nothing. What a waste of a holiday.

Tmr still got lessons.

SI/AN.

I shall go drown myself in music now, considering I just managed to revive Mong's dead Creative earphones, after my own earphones decided to kill themselves.

Did I mention how tiring it was to go around Singapore on public transport without a pair of working earphones? @ 21:53

Life's really sian zi pua now. Like really got nothing to do. Esp since now OP is over and there's nothing to fight for. I could probably stay in bed and rot for a week if my parents don't barge into my room armed with a M-16 and screaming for me to get up and do something.

Sometimes it's so cool yet at the same time irritating how our fates can be determined within such a short period of time. Examples all over the place. Just take a look at the national exams, Os, As, whatever. We slog and mug so hard, and it all boils down to 2 hours. To whatever to do within that 2 hours. Just like PW OP. After 1 year of bull shit, researching, rejecting of proposals and not knowing what the hell I'm doing (not till the end anyway), it all goes down to how well you speak for 5 minutes. 5 lousy minutes of my life. Heck, I can't even eat a decent meal in 5 minutes and they want to gimme a national grade in that time.

My quest for a mp3 player with a huge capacity has taken me to a few interesting sights.

Jia Jie | sian zi pua. says:
eh anw
Jia Jie | sian zi pua. says:
wad's the cheapest and best mp3 player if i want a huge capacity?
Jia Jie | sian zi pua. says:
ok maybe not huge, big
You might as well be walking on the sun says:
portable hardick
You might as well be walking on the sun says:
hardisk*****
Jia Jie | sian zi pua. says:
LOL

a hard what? @ 21:25

2 hrs 30 mins more.
The final hour.
Do or die. @ 12:24

Come, let's pack our bags, screw Singapore education, and run away to New Zealand where the shops all close at 1700hrs and we can drive a car at a tender age of 16. No kidding. If we start swimming in a North-West direction we can reach there within 3 months I'm sure. @ 21:33

He might be a small kid, but he may be right. Maybe it IS time. @ 23:06

We all have weaknesses. Heck we're born with it. Or maybe smth not as godly as smth someone else might have. Say, my worn out 256MB MP3 player compared to some iPod nano or smth like that. You get the gist.

And I'm fine with that. Most of the time I'm okay not having a certain object someone has. Or perhaps a certain body feature I'm not blessed with but others have. (I'm talking about muscles, stop thinking dirty you perv.)

But I get irritated when people point out my weaknesses in an attempt to glorify themselves.

They brag about their godly possessions i.e. what they wear, what they own, their finely tuned body, the latest hand-held gadget they have, blah blah. And they put others down while doing so.

Some people need to realise it's not what's outside that's important.

This post is a tad pointless. @ 23:47

华语"A"快到了! 我要多多努力!

So I won't have to take the damn subject next year. God, just gimme a C please!

哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈. @ 23:36