The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

...one of the few stories I wrote that made me feel soooooo happy...though i need to work on the dialogue...too cheesy..enjoy.=) The cafeteria was loud and noisy, choked with bodies and heat. It was then I realized how large and overpopulated this school was, and how alone and foreign I was in that world. At a corner stood Cedric, standing as he ate. I gave him a shy smile. Cedric was the only one who tried to make friends with me, who knew that I exist. We met in the strangest way, but it was perhaps the best way to realize how similar we were. We were victims of bullying, and we shared the same pain. Cedric hesitated, and then slowly maneuvered his way to me. But even as he did so, Kevin stuck out his leg. They call Kevin a “jock”, though I never understood that term. Fries, milk, and all the other food on Cedric’s tray flew in slow motion as he fell to the floor, as I watched with a sense of dread. Not again, I prayed to all the gods I knew. Please, not again. Jeers and laughter fil

Hey just reviewed my latest post and realized that there are a few corrections and add-ons I forgot to make.....haha Firstly, I think I gave the image that I had a terrible 2009. Rest assured that it was the opposite. It was the best year ever. I'm so blessed that God used me to go beyond my boundaries. I've drawn closer to many friends, I've learnt a lot along the way, and I've changed for the better (hopefully). It was just complicated as well....too complex to explain though. Haiz. Suffice it to say that I forgot quite often about abiding in God and thus faced the consequences for it as well as the miracles that followed when I finally turned back to Him. So really, I'm okay. Secondly, I finally found the word I wanted to find to describe my reflection thingy. It's not that I only figured the whole thing out at the end of the year. I learnt all this as I went along 2009. It was just a moment of concluding , so that I won't forget (hopefully) what I've

Hey guys! I guess you'd realize by now that I'm officially back on the blogging wagon (which would be to the utter dismay of my parents). Yeah well, I guess all of you might just want to hear what's going on in my life than just the stories and poems and those short cheerful updates I've been posting to appease you. But it's been a lot; and some things I'd rather keep it between myself and God. However, you do want an update about ME. And I do owe you that much, especially to those who faithfully check on this little pilgrim's progress in life. Well. Where to begin. Hm. I've just been looking back at all my posts and I realized how much I have changed since last year. There's no better way to see how much you've changed by looking at how you do what you loved...in my case, it's writing. I think I like the change. I'm not so reckless, so unpredictable. I think I'm beginning to control myself better, think through things more. I'm a

This is a small part of a story I'm beginning to write; you could say that it'd be a project. I did this because I wanted to finally let it out from my head, and also because of the encouragement of a close friend. I think you'll see why I was reluctant to write this down. But I hope you will not assume that I'm becoming violent or emo or whatever. =) And no this was not because of Criminal Minds either. Please tell me what you think. I looked back to the two of my friends on the remaining horse. We had what we wanted, but we needed to get out, now, unless we wanted to pay with our lives. The gate of the castle ground was closing swiftly. I turned again to see the vast army of trained Trackers charging at us. I knew that we would never make it out of the city alive with them at our heels. They needed to be destroyed. And only I could do it. Swinging around to look at my comrades, I yelled, “Run!!” “What???” I couldn’t wait for them to see reason. T

A big question on my mind now......... Should I go NS? I know I already said I would, but something has made me begin to think twice now. It's my foot infection. And it's bad. Whenever I wet my feet, they itch then swell and pus and all the disgusting stuff you do not need to know. They are hypotonic, or is it hypertonic? I still mix those two up...haiz. Anyway. >< They don't take too kindly to water, dirty or not. Which would be a problem as in NS I'm sure I'll get wet. I'd definitely get sweaty. And yes my feet don't like sweat either. Wear my shoes and walk around for too long will make them itch. Even bathing makes them itch...argh. So annoying! Rats. I totally forgot about that. I guess I don't like to think about it. But I should remember cuz it always happens at prefect camp..only it's only for three days. This is three months...that's very different. What am I to do? Go for it regardless? Don't go? I do have a valid reason. My f

Yes, my blog is in a deplorable state. I humbly apologize. The thing is, I've been doing a lot of thinking this whole month. Just...taking a break from the world, I guess. It's difficult to explain; and i'm sorry if my 'reflective' state has bothered anyone...it was purely unintentional. I do have a few post that I do want to put up, and I would in time. For now I need to get my head together, and thus I ask for patience. Until then, my best wishes to all of you for the new year. =) i'm ok. don't worry.