2 weeks slogged by

Thank God I endured the 2 weeks of confinement.
There were a whole lot of adjustments to be made mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically!
My time of sleep and reveille, meals, defecation (ok i specially looked up a polite term for shit) blah blah blah.. Sometimes when my mind is still alert after lights off, or earlyyy in the morning I would feel a pang of sadness cause bookout seems to far away and a day seems so long!
Maybe its due to the fact that I stay up for like 17 hours per day V_V
Its really a test of endurance and I am glad that I hung on by reminding myself of God's word and acknowledging Him in my ways as much as I could, trying my best not to lose focus and resign to a 'fall by the wayside' attitude. I am really glad because I reckoned that God was the only solution and the Almighty who could provide for and sustain me at all times & I really must give thanks that He brought me through everything.

My section is kinda interesting, its really a chapalang maybe due to the fact that I am in the last plat and sec in the coy. Got china guy, indian guy, malay guy, typical singaporeans, french guy by descent, 2 other guys who studied in aussie for most of their lives. Multiracial indeed!

I am kinda surprised that I am not down with cough or fever cause by the end of 2 weeks the status personnel could already form a 5th plat, LOL! Just have mousquito bites, bedbug bites and misc bug bites all over my arms and legs ><>
Psalms 3
O LORD, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!

Many are saying of me,
"God will not deliver him."

But you are a shield around me, O LORD;
you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.

To the LORD I cry aloud,
and he answers me from his holy hill.

I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

I will not fear the tens of thousands
drawn up against me on every side.

Arise, O LORD!
Deliver me, O my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.

From the LORD comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.


Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.

The great internal conflict

My soul desires to break free of its fetters, but doubt and fear seems to form an insurmountable barrier before me. My mind tells me I've got this thorn deep down in my flesh but the Spirit whispers "my grace is sufficient". I have failed to overcome this so many times before that fear has blinded my eyes and sorrow has caused my mental strength to wane and withered my weakly throbbing heart, robbing even the clarity and coherence of proper expression.
Will you pray for me please, brothers and sisters?

I remember

There was once when I made a prayer to God,
it was some time ago.
He heard and He showed me His way and thought.

I ought not to feel downcast but submit for He heard.

Ishmael!