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Saturday, July 11, 2009
There're weird people everywhere


On my way to church today, after alighting from the bus and making my way there, I was molested by some Chinese guy, probably from mainland China(he was wearing a long sleeved shirt with several buttons unbuttoned, the classic China immigrant uniform)

I was in a bad mood at that time due to lack of sleep and and lack of money, out of reflex I found myself reacting to his sexual harassment my punching him in the gut twice before proceeding to beat his face into submission while he's staggering.

I think he cut his lip or something because he started to bleed from the mouth and I knew that my punches don't have enough power in them to cause internal bleeding. Regardless, the sight of blood shook me up a lot.

He looked dazed, but I hit him a few more times to make sure before making my escape(take note: the bus stop was kinda secluded so no one was anywhere in the immediate vicinity to stop me). @#$% gay homo immigrants... Made me dirty my hands...

I fled to church before realising I was there 1 hour early. I was supposed to be there at 1pm, but somehow due to my "blurness", I reached it at 12pm. I spent 1 hour playing Dissidia...

Today we had a sermon which lay the foundation on the topic of spiritual gifts, and after the sermon, we had a cell group activity which helped us to determine our spiritual gifts (mine is exhortation).

Had dinner, owned people in Dissidia, counselled a few people on their problems and went home... All in a day's work for the ClayJar^^ (on a side note: I wish I did have a clay jar at hand when that sick, sexually imbalanced psycho groped me)

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