Cruel Irony.

The fine line of Chinese and Chinese.

That particular group of people, seemingly in their own space. With heated conversations on the higher level.
Not intellectually.. the higher level. Level up.

I try third person. Yet, my own comes from experience. As one always say, Experience counts.

I sat perpectuating, the intellectually-starved lines flew many and far between.
With vituperations littering each crimson-dripped sentence. Too liberal, they use these words too liberally these days.

The days of old left in the decadent past. Where signs of manners and courtesy, long scorned and gone.

The cruel cringe. When one touches on the topic of his own man, it can cause controversy.
While I attempt to gather smiles when one of which produces a accented filled sentance.
Accuented, accented, all of which comes out.

The pain is obvious, the range is needed too.

Pain. The most hilarious presumption in the history of insulted intelligence. I cringe.

Where most seem junkerted in computer shops, where them immerse themselves in virtual worlds where they seem something.

Conversations are no more, instead one looks into his virtual world and discuss.
Cruel irony by me.


A fine red line. I agree.

Live and let learn, or I try to.

Git.

Cheers.

I love Lighthouse Evangalism.

Ahh, the sancturary is a perfect description.
A real house of God. I can tear down all facades and faces and really enjoy myself.

I want to go there everyday. Churchie.

There is no brothers, no parents, no friends.

No obnoxious drummer to deal with, no gossiping vocalists to contend with, no worrisome moments from high expectations, no faces.

Lovely, Lovely.

I've seriously contemplated quitting the band and joining lighthouse.
As in SERIOUSLY.

But there's my Mum, Dad, Bros Auntie Mei.

Damn lifetime thing.

BIttersweet fruit.

I seriously don't know why I act all arrogant in church. I'm just shy la.

I WANNA QUIT! ( This may be some spur of the moment thing yea?)

I wanna be friendly, I wanna hang out with church peeps.
BUT, we can't seem to connect.

NO insults intended
but YI can't seem to carry out intelligent conversations.

Inside, I sometimes feel like so,
I WANNA QUIT PKC. ( As of Above)


I love school. Why can't I love church?
I wanna sing and praise and worship freely, I wanna give my whole life to God.

Heh.. Only He knows what's right now.

Damn faces.

Woo for lighthouse!

Cheers.

It's been a while. Since I had a significant amount of time to myself.

Now I have a-plenty.

Skl starts at 4. Pretty darn stupid. Oh well.

Last few days have been... Eventful.
Boring word really. Event-filled. Hmm..

Ok, I spent a lot of time with Phil, Eugene, Nixon lately.

Buggers all came my hse.
As usual, my com, ps2, organ, guitar was all occupied.
But hell it was fun.

There, I got bored.
Until skl starts and sumthing interesting comes out.

Cheers.

Busy lately.

NO time to update.

NOnetheless, today has been a lovely lovely day.

Played beautifully, Went out with DAd's ministry and MAN U beat Liverpool.

Hah.

Can life get any better?

For now at least.

Cheers.

I just came back from China.
I'll spare you the details for now.

I had to spend lots of time travelling.
My mind, however naive or otherwise have come up with one conclusion.

There is no space for stereotypes, facades, faces and walls.
There is no room for feelings, wisdom, thoughts and corraboration.
There is no time for emotions, logic, image and me.





I said to myself, ‘Come now, I will make a test of pleasure; enjoy yourself.’ But again, this also was vanity. ²I said of laughter, ‘It is mad’, and of pleasure, ‘What use is it?’ ³I searched with my mind how to cheer my body with wine—my mind still guiding me with wisdom—and how to lay hold on folly, until I might see what was good for mortals to do under heaven during the few days of their life. ⁴I made great works; I built houses and planted vineyards for myself; ⁵I made myself gardens and parks, and planted in them all kinds of fruit trees. ⁶I made myself pools from which to water the forest of growing trees. ⁷I bought male and female slaves, and had slaves who were born in my house; I also had great possessions of herds and flocks, more than any who had been before me in Jerusalem. ⁸I also gathered for myself silver and gold and the treasure of kings and of the provinces; I got singers, both men and women, and delights of the flesh, and many concubines.^*

9 So I became great and surpassed all who were before me in Jerusalem; also my wisdom remained with me. ^{1 0}Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them; I kept my heart from no pleasure, for my heart found pleasure in all my toil, and this was my reward for all my toil. ¹¹Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had spent in doing it, and again, all was vanity and a chasing after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.

12 So I turned to consider wisdom and madness and folly; for what can the one do who comes after the king? Only what has already been done. ^{1 3}Then I saw that wisdom excels folly as light excels darkness.
¹⁴The wise have eyes in their head,
but fools walk in darkness.

Yet I perceived that the same fate befalls all of them. ¹⁵Then I said to myself, ‘What happens to the fool will happen to me also; why then have I been so very wise?’ And I said to myself that this also is vanity. ¹⁶For there is no enduring remembrance of the wise or of fools, seeing that in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. How can the wise die just like fools? ¹⁷So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind. ^*

18 I hated all my toil in which I had toiled under the sun, seeing that I must leave it to those who come after me ¹⁹—and who knows whether they will be wise or foolish? Yet they will be master of all for which I toiled and used my wisdom under the sun. This also is vanity. ²⁰So I turned and gave my heart up to despair concerning all the toil of my labours under the sun, ²¹because sometimes one who has toiled with wisdom and knowledge and skill must leave all to be enjoyed by another who did not toil for it. This also is vanity and a great evil. ²²What do mortals get from all the toil and strain with which they toil under the sun? ²³For all their days are full of pain, and their work is a vexation; even at night their minds do not rest. This also is vanity.

24 There is nothing better for mortals than to eat and drink, and find enjoyment in their toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of God; ²⁵for apart from him who can eat or who can have enjoyment? ²⁶For to the one who pleases him God gives wisdom and knowledge and joy; but to the sinner he gives the work of gathering and heaping, only to give to one who pleases God. This also is vanity and a chasing after wind.

Ecclesiates 2.

Everything is worthless except the work of God.
Concluded.

Easier said than done.
I just needed to write it down.
No mind can comprehend.
I dare'nt.

Cheers.

Normality at it's simplest.
Charlie Cheery and Sally Smile. With butterflies and melting chocolate fudge.

Dripping apple crumble and crunchy orange squash.

Silent yet tranquil, poor yet pleasant.

Lack not.

Beauty surpass much.

Pathetism as it hodger-dodger's.

Ramblings at my finest.

Cheers.

Ho Wei - 14/04/89
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