In the blink of an eye...

I've got something special for you at the end of this post, Miggy. Just remember how to decode it and you'll remember. But first, let's go through what happened earlier in the day.

There was no training today as there was a competition at MacRitchie involving the 'B' Division. My Dad and Mom were celebrating as that meant that they didn't have to wake up early again to send me to the reservour while on the way to work. But on the other hand, this meant that they didn't have a reason to wake up for the extra hour or so of spare time to spend on a rather sleepy - yet romantic - breakfast at a near-by coffee shop.

Stayed home and mingled with my Bible and computer, until my Mom SMSed me for some help at her centre. I responded by arriving to the place along with my Younger Sister, who was going there for tution and was accompanied with Auntie Lala. Did some vacumming, and when I vacumm, I'm very specific.

I will climb the heights of the table tops, and I will dive through the depts of the computer wires, and I will scrape down the tiniest of cabinet spaces, JUST to get that spec of dust out of there! So once done - meaning all of us like Mom's teaching, Morriel's tution, Dad's admin work and my vacumming - We all went to Mr. Prata for dinner, and I must say their quality's starting to standardise, or even drop. But I guess that's because I didn't get the item I wanted (Durian Prata) and ended up with Roti Boom, Egg Prata and French Prata.

Now here's the part that I've promised to keep private, so here goes:

When all is settled, we and some others got whipped on the back, and soon when I realised what actually went on, I attended to them all until my maths needed to computer the bandages used and different kinds of dog that throughout all was there to report on their posts for the duty of transportation, Messenger similarity. Then went to the camp to tell others of how me and friends had to endure pains and quickly retreat. Wrote a check for supplies from Blob's and Co. - deliver site. Sang the note So for sterilizing and when all was clear I had every person checked, and after hours I needed to use saw to cut of a leg of a post patroller using almost any other tool not Christian to sight. He would scream out and dream that the pain of sharp metal teeth seeing his insides and from a scary point a view to quickly free him from much thinker. Soon was complete. The poor man of post patrolling soon sadly stated of retirement and that all the money he worked for, he wanted to be donated to an organisation to become useful to someone, a injured soul, like Christian. When I heard, I cried. He was praised for his hardworkingness God can't truely deny and ensured enquiries were answered whether it meant any fault or anger enquiry towards him. Later, he walked off and had his accounts transferred about the bank to this donation with government relationship. After saying goodbye, I saw that some also folowed him and teamed together to raise up a good sum with dollars' worth of dog transported paper money and travelled to Big Ben to pay them in cash donations Christian's answering for. They helped him pay up greatly and without a doubt also contributed to but who's association but the Church of Michael that he would retire and should service under. So go out and spread to. Nothing else now. It was touchig and was an experience reguarded amazing!

That's the end of the code. So Miggy, y'know what to do.

God bless one and all! 2 Corinthians 1:4!