Unexpected Revelation - written by: Me

It was an unexpected impulse which I had, somehow I told my 1st and last bully about my life/troubles at university. She is well a good listener in short talking wasn't a problem either. Well I know what you’re thinking, “Aiyor! What guy gets bullied by a girl de! So shameful” But it’s because of her that I am who I am now. First let me introduce my bully: Her name is Shirly Lai, same age as I am, below average in results as far as I can remember, has this “dai ga jie” type of aurora about her.
I remember it all started back when I was in primary 1, back then I was WEAK. Serious no joke, my dad hated wimps so I wasn’t very well to do at home either. In school she would torment me and some other guys as well; it was a punishment to be told to sit next to her by the teacher. She would hit, pinch and scold whenever anything annoyed her, and anything and everything does. Teachers felt that she helped them in a way, that’s Chinese Ed for you. She was the only one I feared. In primary 3 however, I thought: “Enough is enough! I’m going to change things.” Since I’ve got a weak body to begin with, muscle isn’t going help. So after a bit of “researching” I decided that being a strategist is the best option. By being one, I can be safe from danger, don’t have to learn to fight (no violence on my part) and all I need was brains.
Within 2 months, I formed a gang with some friends. In it was a mix of people with different qualities. There were some who had bronze but no brains, bronze with little brains, average everything, and some with leadership qualities and the bronze to match. My best friend, Kok Wai led us all. I was the advisor (strategist). We soon became the ones who bullied and had our way. We became budding delinquents. We would skip school; head out to fights with Malay’s who didn’t know their place in Chinese majority areas. At a mere age of 12, we had agreements with the Indian children, they watch our backs, and we watched theirs. A minor gang in short. Visiting the headmaster was so common it became normal.
I only swayed from that path for 6 months, 3 before UPSR and 3 after. This is because I was “dating” Primary 6, No. 1 beauty C. Kai Lai. She made me softer, and focussed on my studies. This helped me in a sense. When she left me, I went back to the gang. 90% of them were now gangsters in their respective schools. Don’t get me wrong. I never ever joined any gangster group. I remained in the advisors post (neutral for own gains).
Year 1 & 2 at my secondary school was dangerous years because the old leaders were still around, not a good time to move Kok Wai up in the ranks. So I focussed on getting people to become future Intel points. Reading more on powerful war/ political strategist showed me that intel, sources and connections were important, successful ones played both sides and gained fame. But those guys also knew how to fight, so I learned some moves from my street wise friends and muscled up. Just for self-defence but I hoped I never would have to get thrown into the field.
Year 3 came and Shirly became the girlfriend of a “dai lou” (leader) from another gang. Literally she had the aurora to begin with so it was a fitting position for her. I stood by Kok Wai’s gang till I got tired of his ways and decided to branch out to another aspiring friend who had better leadership qualities. His name was Cheung Fai, or Fai Kor as we called him. He was a failed investment, sure, he had more support because he had more brains and EQ to keep the underlings happy, but he was to open with his movements. Teachers, prefects and rivals were onto his attempt to take control of the school and be the boss of all bosses, Al Capone style I suppose. I told him it was unwise to keep such a high profile, but he said it was ok. This is when I finally decided to play both sides, my pet project was to have influence on people on the good side of the law. Which I had, and I was friends with many prefects and teacher that mattered. In case Fai Kor decided to do away with me, I could erase him.
Fai kor made his more in my fourth year at the school, Kok Wai who held many contracts with the Indian groups and minor Chinese gangs, was expelled. Fai Kor stood out and took his seat. Advisors appear to change sides fast but are usually loyal to their friends, in which I secretly helped Kok Wai outside school, giving him reports and stuff, word is that he had taken over as junior treasurer for the Seputeh district. Meaning, he had been promoted and had a hell lot more power then little Fai Kor. It was getting dangerous because a leader gone replaced by a small fry can cause unrest and sure enough fighting became a normal activity in school. I helped/played both sides well, getting success here and there. I got complacent thinking I would be safe. I think Fai Kor suspected that I was a mole in his gang. Things got worrisome for me. I decided it was time to get rid of him. I stopped giving him good advice and gave him faulty Intel. Soon teachers began rounding up gangsters from his gang and to keep my position safe, I was “questioned’ by teachers as well. Before the end of Year 4, Fai Kor and many others were kicked out, and I suspect that Kok Wai dealt with them. They never bothered me. I went into exile but still had contact with my mates, Kok Wai and the others from the old crew. They led wisely in their respective schools or areas if they were expelled.
Maintained friendly contact with them, but in school I exiled myself from the dealing of the gangs. A tad bit stupid to continue. Old allies were no longer around to protect. So I went legit, I still advised but as a counsellor. I also got myself a girlfriend then settled with clubs and other activities. Instead of gang meetings, I went socializing at internet cafes with my heng dais. I washed my hands at dealing in gang stuff. Since then, I’ve only kept contact with few or none of them. I don’t want that old life anymore, a peaceful one now is way much better. Though I’ve got to admit, you just can’t delete your past experiences and this subject does make a good story for storytelling. It’s true when they say that: “You cannot unlearn the skill you have learned once you’ve learned it, but you can choose not to use it.”
Well this is the end of my story, my advice to those who want to be advisors out there, “Don’t get caught playing both sides, and if you’re not good at it* Skills of deceiving successfully. For more details go look for masters to teach you. I’m not having any disciples so don’t come to me! I’ve washed my hands of the matter and want to have no more of it! Or don’t have the skill/talent don’t be an advisor.”
I would like to thank my bully for if she had not bullied me, I would not have learned student politics and how to be a strategist. Thank You.

This was chosen by me ^^ more on the funny side

Weight Problems
by Johnny Nys
"I went to the doctor the other day."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"Well, you know I get sick a lot lately. More than the average person, at least. So I decided to have a full check-up. See if there was something seriously messed up."
"So did he find anything?"
"Not really. Everything's fine. Except my weight, of course."
"Your weight? Are you serious?"
"Yep. He made quite a fuss about it. Don't eat this, but eat that instead. But I told him I already eat what he suggests all the time. I just don't get it. My weight stays the same no matter what diet I follow. It's maddening sometimes."
"What about exercising? Create some muscle tissue instead of fat. Ever tried that?"
"Yep, but I'm afraid I don't have the character for it. I used to do push-ups for a while, go jogging every evening, but I gradually stopped that. Things kept coming up, you know how it is..."
"Maybe you need a coach. I'll be glad to help out if you want. We'll work out an entire schedule, get you in shape in no time."
"Really? That's nice. I really want to do something about it, you know. But I don't think it'll help, though. My guess is it's genetic. What other explanation can you give?"
"What about stress? That's known to cause weight problems."
"That's ridiculous. I love my work. No big responsibilities, no deadlines. No problems there."
"What about love?"
"Got a steady girlfriend. We're already talking about marriage. Still a long way in the future, of course, but we're discussing it. So everything's fine there, too."
"Something else that's bothering you maybe? Family? The war, perhaps? That one's keeping everyone busy lately. I know you always get worked up about traffic in this city, ever thought about that?"
"Yeah, but it isn't giving me heart attacks or anything. I still sleep well at night, if that's what you're wondering about. No nightmares, at least none that I can remember."
"So, no psychological cause either?"
"Guess not, but of course you can't really be sure of that until you see a professional therapist or something."
"But those guys do more harm than good."
"That's what I told the doctor when he suggested one."
"So he thinks it's psychological as well?"
"Guess so. He laughed when I suggested some sort of genetic defect. He refused to do any tests in that field. He's convinced it's only the food giving me trouble."
"So what's next?"
"I'll just have to wait. I'm sure I'll reach my ideal weight eventually. Maybe it'll come with age. Perhaps I should start drinking, develop a beer belly or something. Anything that'll keep me from getting blown away with each breeze."
"Bad idea."
"I know. But it's so frustrating. All over you see ads about how to lose weight. But when you're underweight, no info on how to deal with that."
"How much do you need to gain?"
"Thirty pounds."

This was chosen By yet another classmate - Wai Ying

A Very Special Meal
Mirabai Chrin

Once there was a very poor and devoted woman who always prayed to the Glory of God, asking very little, if anything for herself. But one thought, one desire continued to recur and finally she asked: petitioning the Lord, that if it were possible she would love to prepare a special meal and have God share at her table. And God, in His Love for this goodly woman, said He would indeed come the next day and share a meal.

Filled with ecstasy, the woman went out the following morning with her meager purse and purchased such delicacies that she felt would please the Lord.

Returning home, she prepared a banquet and waited patiently for her most honored guest. Soon there was a knock on the door, and when she opened it, there stood an old beggar asking for something to eat. Being a woman of God, she could not turn the beggar away, so she invited him in to partake of her table. The beggar felt as if he was in a dream - such a feast set before him. He finished all the food, thanked his hostess and left.

The woman was only slightly disheartened, she gathered up her purse, her coat, and hurried back to town to get more food for her special guest. Her funds were less now and so the food was not quite so elaborate. Nonetheless, she lovingly prepared another meal and sat to await the arrival of the Almighty.

A few hours went by and there was a loud knock on the door. This time it was an old gypsy woman with no teeth, who was deaf, who spoke quite loudly and was, rather rudely, insisting that any true believer in the Lord would not deny her something to eat.

Though the woman had no more money with which to buy more supplies, she invited the woman in and offered her a seat at the table. The gypsy ate everything, did not even thank the woman and left without closing the door.

By now it was beginning to get dark both inside and out. The woman's faith was strong, so that, though somewhat distraught, she did not give up, but rather, looked around her humble house to see if there was anything she could sell in order to buy more food to set before the Lord.

She hurried to town with a little silver cup that had been in her family for several generations, but she was willing to part with it for the great honor that God was going to bestow on her - the sharing of a meal.

Late in the night she rushed home to prepare yet a third meal. She waited and waited until, once more, there was a knock on the door. Holding her breath, she slowly opened the door to find yet another poor man in the guise of a wandering monk, in search of a meal.

Again, she offered hospitality, with as much grace as she could muster in her disappointment. This man also ate all that was set on the table and left after blessing the woman for her kindness. So discouraged and dismayed was she that all she could do was nod slightly, in acknowledgment of the thanks.
Now it was too late, with no way to buy any more food and no more money with which to buy it. She got down on her knees, weeping such heart-broken tears. She asked God what she had done wrong. Why had God not come to share at the table as He had promised?

And God, in all His Divine Compassion and Mercy, lifted the woman off her knees, and holding her close to His Heart, said, "My child, I enjoyed your hospitality so much that I came three times!"

A nice piece chosen by Wen XIn - My classmate

THE WINDOW

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One of them was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time lying flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation and so on. And on every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the outside world.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the arm amid flowers of every colour of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view man said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could picture it in his mind as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head:

Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything?

It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed by and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and it soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, long with the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence - deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away - no hassle, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure that he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all by himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

Introductions

Name : Dreamer
Age : 19
Occupation : University Student
Ambition : Writer
Hobby : Writing, blogging, reading, making new friends,helping others(counseling - counselor-in-training)
Motto: Live life to the max, live the day as though it is your last.

Reasons to creating this blog :
To write & share my experiences, ideas, works & thoughts.

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Thats about it i suppose~ Nothing more to share till later then~~ ^^