The Pauper Artist

Life For Sale

2008-05-20T20:50:00.000+08:00

New blog:

http://theafroape.tumblr.com/

Quiet

2008-05-05T18:37:00.001+08:00

Nervous excitement grips me.

I've just completed my SATS sign up.

I hope I can find the discipline to study soon enough.

Beat on the Brat

2008-05-05T18:05:00.004+08:00

Fresh flying apeshit, I haven't visited, much less written, on this log for awhile.

It's been hectic, these past few weeks. Between drama and schoolwork, family and friends, it's been a ballbuster trying to balance all my responsibilities. I'm one day before the deadline for SATS June registration and I have a geog test in about 19 hours and 32 minutes.

PE has been fun, high elements elevated my male macho ego to levels I've never thought existed.

The wonders of the Y chromosome.

Things are starting to cool, which only means that the rollercoaster is just climbing. Soon, there's gonna be another pile of monkey crap flung from the roof and onto my face. I hope I'm ready by then.

Sucks when fecal matter catches you off-guard.

It might help if I had a kickass metal exoskeleton to fly though. That'll help with the destress. Cue Ironman review: It KICKED WHALE ASS!!! End Ironman review.

SYF in about a week or two. I'm not up to par as of yet. Gotta get my game on. Should start listening to more Ramones, Who and Cheap Trick. Punk music to get the punk out.

Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh oh

Radio Ga Ga

2008-04-21T19:11:00.000+08:00

I was rocked again.

Boogie Wonderland

2008-04-17T23:26:00.002+08:00

There once was a faggot,
Who looked like a maggot,
And thought he was God's gift to men.

He almost died,
And yet he lied,
Spinning glorious tales of victory.

Of morals bereft,
This champion left,
Mistaken he'd sorely be missed.

But with this decision,
Came copious derision,
And the euphoric roar of jubilee.

Johnny Be Good

2008-04-16T20:38:00.004+08:00

Johnny, Be Good

Johnny, Relax

Johnny, it's not worth getting upset

Johnny, Life's Tough

Johnny, Keep Cool

Johnny, trust that he'll see you through

Somebody To Love

2008-04-14T00:51:00.002+08:00

Oh God.

Thank You for We Will Rock You.

Amen.

I once said I fell in love and would marry Claire Danes's character in Stardust; Yvaine.

Well...

To add to that, I've now fallen in love with Scaramouche. The female lead of "We Will Rock You". I'm gonna marry her as well.

Shit.

I really am at a loss for words.

Shit.

I really am at a loss for words.

Shit.

I really am at a loss for words.

Shit.

The music was fantastic. The singing is still ringing in my ears, not unlike that of the waves in a seashell. Mig Ayesa is a God amongst men. Killer Queen is a Killer. Pop was a kickass fourthwall comedian. Victoria Beckham/Britney Spears and Ozzy/Meatloaf were incredible.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

My head might just explode.

Old Time Rock and Roll

2008-04-06T13:36:00.003+08:00

Ouch.

Each stroke of this keyboard hurts me somewhere.

Okay, I exaggerate but it does hurt everywhere

My muscles are aching.

My skin is on fire.

Am I in hell?

100 laps in the pool yesterday at the swim for malaria event felt ok. Yesterday. Woke up this morning to discover that indeed, 100 laps is NOT ok. Not to mention I have a nice red glow emanating from my skin. A nice red glow that burns every time I get slapped or pinched.

Might this be what a leper feels?

I have to start math IA, but my body is telling me to go into a nice cool corner and hibernate through the rest of the weekend.

Not to mention Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" playing on iTunes is really discouraging me from doing much. Don't worry....... about a thing....... cos every-little-thing....... is gonna be alright.....

I realise my taste in music cannot be classified by any one style/genre.

Reggae is playing now.

3 minutes ago, Gogol Bordello was playing, Gogol Bordello being Gypsy Rock.

A while before that, iTunes was playing my collection of alternative rock and modern rock.

Through the last week, I was listening to Elvis, Aerosmith, Mr. Big, Bowie, Yui, MLTR and Joseph Arthur.

Wowee.

I Want Action

2008-04-03T20:43:00.003+08:00

My inner fanboy is driving me insane over all the mouthwatering comicbook movies coming out soon.

Now, I profess. I am not the type who knows everything in the comic book world, from the very first issue of "Strange Tales" or someshit, but I do enjoy a good comic book now and then. Although I've been more into the vertigo titles like fables and DMZ, I still like reading the good storylines from the main plots.

And I'm geeky enough to insist that my softcover volumes, while probably not ever going to be worth a cent in the future, be absolutely crisp and not frayed/bent.

Whatever the case, I cannot wait to watch Iron Man, Hulk, Hellboy, Wanted and Dark Knight this year along with Watchmen, Luke Cage, Transformers, Wolverine, GI Joe and The Spirit.

The comic book industry has almost become synonymous with the movie industry. Proof being Marvel Studio's set-up. It's good and bad. Pros and Cons. But whatever the case, I is going to enjoy much much.

Excitingness.

After All

2008-04-03T20:05:00.002+08:00

I finished Neverwhere.

It was awesome.
Loved it.
Enjoyed it.
Definitely one of my favourite books.

I finished Neverwhere.

I feel terrible.
Lamenting it.
Regretted it.
Definitely shouldn't have started reading it.

I am left with no books in my hand.
I am left with nothing to read.
I read each line, each word, slowly, carefully.
I took a week to read it.
I still devoured the story too fast, too hungrily, too impatiently.

I need something to read.
I'm desperate.
I'm itching.
I feel lost.

Right now,
I'm beginning to think,
Even lit texts might do.

Bleargh!

Yellow Rose

2008-04-01T19:34:00.003+08:00

My mum bought La Vache brand cheese circle thing for the first time.

I had some on plain crackers.

The Jacob's tin kind.

Sex.

Seven Nation Army

2008-03-30T17:33:00.003+08:00

Wooooooo.....

Ahhhhhh.......

Heh heh heh........

Wooooooo.......

Ahhhhhhh.........

Seven Nation Army with the subwoofer on max feels like a butt massage.

Ahhhhhhhhh........

Simple Man's Dream

2008-03-30T17:18:00.005+08:00

I've been dying to say these words for awhile now, so I shall savour them and really cherish the moment I get to say them.

I mean, it has been a really long time since anything of this magnitude has happened to me and I'm really happy that it's happened.

I mean, stuff like this, it's once in a life time.

So I have decided to really drag out this moment for as long as I can. Just holding to this emotion for as long as I can. Savouring every second of this for as long as I can. Generally, just immersing myself in this for as long as I can.

Don't worry, I WILL get around to saying it but not just yet. As has been emphasized before, this is a milestone in my life that I am really thankful for. I mean all the emotions I've felt and all the worrying and anxeity I have undergone till today, it really does make this all the more emotional.

Dramatic as this may be, I am sure you'd understand this if you were in my position. I mean, time after time after time, being turned down and being turned away, being told that what you're doing, what you've done, what you're trying is just not enough. Not good enough.

And it hurts sometimes does it not?

So, I think I really deserve this. All my soul, invested into all of this, it's really brought me to this junction of my life that really gives me this heartwarming and beautiful feeling. I can safely say, one of my life long goals has been accomplished. To fall so deeply into it then struggle through it then struggle with it, I mean, there're no words to effectively describe this elation that I feel right now.

So I guess it's time to say those three words:

I FINISHED EE!!!!

Heh heh heh heh heh

Well, my first full draft has been finished anyway. But whatever the case, ha ha ha!!!

:D

When There Is Trap Set Up For You

2008-03-26T21:23:00.004+08:00

Wristcutters isn't too bad a movie. In fact, it's pretty good.

I liked it.

Now the title sounds like one of those emo bullcrap but no. The movie could not be further away from that. Instead, it's just a simple movie about that self-discovery stuff. That and friendship.
Oh yes, and love.

But then again almost all movies these days includes the theme of love. Not that it's bad, but after awhile, if not done well, it just becomes alittle too contrived.

Not here though.

Not in this movie. It's nice. The ending was alittle expected and alittle obvious but other than that it was pretty good. Funny how the setting is so depressing but the movie is hardly so.

But the best thing about the movie lies in the irony that they can't laugh or smile or just be happy and yet some of the situations they're in are quite humourous. Mind you, not hillarious, but humourous, and quirky. You're smiling or laughing or going awww but they are there just stoned poker faced and just constipated.

Watch out for the eastern european rocker dude though. Alittle reminiscient of Borat but so much cooler. I like that character. Quite abit of depth to him behind the facade of ignorance and paranoia.

But whatever, don't take it from me, watch it.

Iron Man

2008-03-19T19:45:00.006+08:00

Big G: Have you heard of the game Panic Park?
Reply: Huh?
Reply: What?
Reply: Hispanic Park??

One quirky Bollywood dance sequence "translation" video I saw a few days back. I swear, Indian singers, the females at least, have these insane vocal ranges that leave your ears ringing after awhile. Some pressure bomb in your head.

And the third Iron Man Trailer.

If you've not even watched the first, shame on you. Go watch it now, here.

Cat's In The Cradle

2008-03-17T19:07:00.002+08:00

Stranger than fiction is good.

Watched it again on HBO recently.

Watch it if you've not yet.

A film worth watching.

While it is always nice and hillarious to watch Will Ferrel cry in nothing but his underwear rolling around like some gargantuan man-child, it's even cooler to watch him cry ernestly.

All clothed up.

Understood, the premise of the movie is alittle fantastic but hey, suspend your damned misbelief and appreciate the movie. Surprising choice of film for queen latifah though, however you spell that name.

I'm pretty certain that there's a prevalent trend of an increase in IA deadlines with respect to the increase in expletives used. Gotta curb that somehow.

Hysteria

2008-03-15T09:17:00.001+08:00

I am officially disgusted with the human nose's storage capacity.

And in second place, the human throat's phlegm production efficiency.

Sweet Cherry Pie

2008-02-29T21:58:00.003+08:00

Today is a very good day.

Today was a very good day.

Today is still a very good day.

Today has been a very good day.

Comic shopping is always cool. Endorphins discharged with the purchasing of said books never fail to get me high. Not to mention owning my own Kino kard is quite kool.

Sort of like a coming-of-age milestone.

Got my laptop back. Cold turkey gone. Typing again. Feels good. Laptop got refurbished and implanted with a huge dosage of coolness.

Pigged out at Suki Sushi.

Have you eaten so much you feel like puking? I did. I loved that feeling. Quite the awesomeness. The thought of leaving the restaurant feeling alot poorer is an oddly satisfying one. Ill try it again another time.

Good end to a bad week.

Cocaine

2008-02-20T21:56:00.003+08:00

The snow continued to fall. Then he put a peaked blue cap on, and velcroed a patch to the breast pocket of his jacket. 'A1 Security' was written on the cap and the patch.

How exciting, the first time I'm participating in a meme!

Daryl, I choose American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Awesome book. Not yet done, but it's the book I'm reading now.

I tag elliot, gen, nicholas, patrick and cheryl.

Don't even know if they read this blog or anyone for that matter.

Instructions from the Hierophant:

This is called the 123 meme.

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

Shimmer

2008-02-12T22:47:00.000+08:00

Oh gosh....

If there was some drug that makes you actually feel like doing work, I'd be its number one client hands down. Problem with coffee/tea is that it gives you energy to do something.

Whether that something is work, that's another story.

The limitations of caffeine.

I wan't to be able to start studying and engaging in something im actually really passionate in. Similarly, I wan't to study something that I would actually have to use in the future. I don't comprehend society's need for me to learn something totally worthless to my future.

Like finding the higher derivative of a curve.

The failure of education.

I'm so lazy, I'm putting off enlisting. I've got eight more days to do so. Damn my procrastination. The parrallels to the Chronicles of Jane in my life annoy me.

Only difference is I don't have cross-dressing queers dancing around each other in my head.

The benefits of leading a homophobic life.

Open Your Eyes

2008-02-11T21:43:00.000+08:00

Economics of being an IB student.

Sister Golden Hair

2008-02-09T16:17:00.000+08:00

This Chinese New Year has been quiet. Just the way I like it.

Finished visiting all relatives by the first day, thanks to a small family. The rest of the time has/had been spent sleeping around and catching up on rest. Not much in bounty collected, but it doesn't matter.

Lazing around is pretty kickass.

Finished the watchmen while my siblings and parents played mahjong. I had my fill of mahjong and reading the comic became the only thing worth doing other than lazing around. I've gotta say, all that hype about this comic really doesn't quite prepare you for how good it is. It was quite the mindf***.

No work done so far. Not a good sign. Gotta start cranking out shit soon.

Soon.

Soon.

2008-02-01T18:29:00.000+08:00

I was really having a good day today, going out with friends, buying books that I craved for for so long, having ice cream and just hanging out.

But I guess nothing that good can last long.

The old cantonese saying my grandma tells me turns out to be true after all.

Laugh out of moderation, experience pain.

P.S. this's the first post in a long while i've not titled. I will not title it because I love my music too much to use it to title an idiotic event like this.

Hemorrhage

2008-01-28T20:21:00.000+08:00

I hate blogging about my day when I'm tired/depressed/down/out of funk.

So I won't.

Hypocrisy. That one demon I would love to exorcise. It's a real sneaky little prick, hiding in corners, waiting and waiting and waiting, pouncing on you only when you least expect it. I hate it.

I hate that sneaky bastard.

And this cunning coward attacks only when you're down and out for the count but as much as I would love to say that I will not bend to its will, I can't predict the future nor can I clearly remember the past.

I've always reminded myself that I chose my path and that I cannot complain about it. I have the option to drop out of this race anytime but my pride prevents it and it is no fault of anyone but me. It is my vice, it is my problem and it is not fair for me to blame anyone else.

And a close friend once agreed with me and reminded me of it a long while back. A friend that I have not truly talked to for awhile. We need to sit down and talk about life again. I need to catch up with you. Not to watch a silly movie, nor to have a quick dinner but to sit down with you again and catch up.

But yes, that is my personal code of conduct and my set of principles.

Yet as much as I want to say that I am unaffected by it, I can't.

And it is at this moment, when I am weak, that our little sneaky friend from before, hypocrisy, jumps out of the darkness, that I have ignored for so long, and holds on to me while I swing desperately trying to throw it off. I can't give in. I don't want to give in.

But this fight is very lonely. It is a fight that none can help me with. As with all the demons that we face, this fight is personal.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining but I don't have a diary, I can't possibly start a conversation on this and all I have is this blog. I need to pen this down. Whether I laugh in the future at this bit of foolishness or whether I look back, proud that I have overcome something in my way, I need to remember this somehow and some way.

So if you read this, please do me a favour and forget. Or if you empathise with me, go back to whatever you were doing, knowing that you are not the only one in a personal struggle with a similar beast.

But whatever you do, do not pity me.

It's Alright

2008-01-22T18:14:00.000+08:00

There's nothing quite like sinking your teeth into a tender juicy piece of soursop. A sensation that I've forgotten but was just reminded of.

I'm a scavenger of sorts.

Whilst trawling through the web, searching for little tidbits of entertainment, I'm gorging myself with my stolen loot; bits of grub found after minutes spent prowling around the kitchen.

Of course, it's not much of a loot considering I've only found a piece of soursop, two small pieces of breaded porkchops and a tube of mustard, but hey! Mustard with the porkchops followed by soursop for desert, I've got a satisfying mini meal right there.

There's my problem. I'm lazy. I'm hungry but I just can't make myself something to eat nor do I care to visit my local 7-11 for anything pre-prepared. I just peak into any nook and cranny I can find, hoping to see some food. This blog post, along with almost every other, is a reminder of my laziness. Each one occupying precious time that could've been spent on work.

Yet, I enjoy this laziness. Which is my other problem.

I am a scavenger.

The Feel Good Drag

2008-01-19T20:29:00.000+08:00

A jug of beer, a gust of wind, a scoop of ice-cream, a pinch of adrenaline and a spoonful of friendship.

That's all you need for a good time. That's all we needed for a good time.

Elliot man, you said you were a horrid party planner but that was probably one of the best class gatherings we've had ever. Have fun being 18 hahahaha.

The atmosphere was just right and although the Singapore River is pretty damn disgustingly murky, the ambience and its presence alone created the environment for 12 young adults to have one of the best times ever. Maybe Hesse was right; that rivers do indeed have some sort of magical abilities.

Brewerkz, never fails to please. Whether it be with friends or with family, the food is always awesome. Only describable by the word "sex". It was the sex.

Turkish Ice-Cream delivered by one of the quirkiest, most hyper 40/50 year olds was an intersting experience. I had experienced it once when I was a small kid. Before Clarke Quay was renovated. Quite interesting.

Then it was with parents. Small and afraid of the dodgy looking bars with these loud adults.

Now it's with friends. Bigger, Older, shedding the small timid fear of those who are older but appreciating the bustling environment.

Interesting....

Like being on a journey and coming across a pitstop you've encountered before. Just that it's been a while back. Is very nostalgic but fresh all the same.

Little technicolour knick knacks, ice-cream, Indian Pale Ale, all of which, however, were but just warm ups till the experience of a lifetime. The G-Max and G-Five. Both of which were, as sure as hell, more than just breaking-mundane-routine-refreshers.

T'was a rush to the head like no other. An expensive one, no doubt. But a worthwhile expenditure all the same.

I really do sincerely hope for more experiences like those.

Slow Ride

2008-01-17T19:48:00.000+08:00

Whilst in the midst of Foghat, Beatles and Eric Johnson, I'm feeling really nice and happy.

I think it's true what they say of excercise releasing endorphins or shit like that. I have no particular reason to be happy but yeah, here I am, nice and smiling.

I might be going psyco though. Hahahaha

But I take what I said on the last post back. School is still pretty fun, not as much as when the year started, but still nice none-the-less.

Stupid things are said when fools get depressed,

And a fool I was indeed. No use complaining about school. It's the path I chose to take.

I ask for my own forgiveness at this bit of folly. A promise was made to myself that I would never whine and whimper about a "tough" life when I chose the road to walk and what a jackass I was to actually break that promise. Nono. I shall strive never to do so again.

Slow ride......... take it easseeeiiiiiii........

Cliffs of Dover

2008-01-14T19:49:00.000+08:00

School is starting to get into that long dredgy rythm again. The hype of meeting friends is running dry. Not that I don't appreciate friends but just that school is starting to take its toll again.

But there are still a few special things I live for now and then.

Abit of drama.

Abit of fun.

Abit of this and that.

Just Feel Better

2008-01-06T09:26:00.000+08:00

61 people signed up. Quite a mean feat.

I'm happy.

Siddharta is surprisingly interesting and having completed half of it, I can safely say I have finally read one of my lit texts in my 6 years of secondary education.

It's surprising no? How perspectives on people change just after the holidays. It's as if a year is given to you to start anew but there's still this much history behing this fresh start. History that just cannot be forgotten like that. It's as if you've been given ages to understand this person, all the quirks and idiosyncracies that come with being human. Then all of a sudden you re-awaken from this dream and you relive the entire experience but with one difference. The fact that you've lived through it once means you will not live through it the same again.

This is how experience changes a person no?

That's how maturity is developed isn't it?

How year after year passes and the shock of learning gradually fades away. As if the experience of learning new things in itself is no longer new and because experiencing and learning is no longer that shocking, you begin to understand how to tackle life. So you begin to think clearly and the impulses that once drove you start slowing down. Not that you ever fully think clearly. As long as there is emotion, there will probably be impulses but recklessness starts to lose its grip on you as you experience more and learn more.

Maybe that's all due to the shedding of ignorance?

Nieh, whatever....

Reading induced rambling, or just constipation induced

Toilet thoughts.

Confession

2007-12-31T22:32:00.000+08:00

With a new haircut, some new clothes (from christmas gifts) and some new bands to check out, I'm almost ready for the new year. Save for a comprehensive list of new year's resolutions.

Guess what this post is gonna be about.

Surprisingly, this is the first time I have so many things I hope to complete in the new year.

So here goes,

I want:

to finish my EE/TOK (well its more of a must)

to get fit (and get some pecs while at it)

to touch my viper more (the guitar, not the phallus)

to fill in space 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10 on my top ten list of Universities as fail-saves (is it fail-safes or fail-saves?)

to skip extra NS by getting a silver in the PFT (hopefully a gold)

to be able to complete 10 pull ups

to put more art on deviant art

to study harder than a PRC scholar (ironically, by doing a blog post in this span of free time, I'm setting myself up for failure at this goal)

to try my hand at writing

to get some cash through my own efforts

to buy some stuff through my own efforts

to get an external hard-drive

to buy more music

to check out more bands

to appreciate more local music

to strengthen my faith

to be nicer to some people

to get more than 2000 on SATS

to get my SATS done

to give drama a good name

to have the courage to get drunk once so as to never want to get drunk (which is a paradox seeing as the maintenance of this fear would be an achievement of the underlying principal of the goal)

to read more

to read more school related texts

to watch iron man, incredible hulk, dark knight, wanted, GI JOE, JLA, the watchmen, the spirit, Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay

to read the watchmen, the spirit (and Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay?)

to get better at photoshop

to get better at drawing

to get better at playing the guitar

to be able to scale fast by the end of this year

to get somemore guitar theory knowledge

to develop mutant powers

to maintain my fabulous eyesight

to try wakeboarding

to try running more often

to be more patient for my 18th birthday

to be more patient about the fact that prom is before my 18th birthday

to get at least 3 more t-shirts with the faces of my favourite guitar legends

to design/print/paint my own t-shirt

to be a master of salsa (the mexican dip not the dance)

to cook somemore

to beat darren at guitar hero

to kill that damned mocking bird

to finish this friggin list

Well I think that's about it. I finished at least one goal before the new year even started.

Youth

2007-12-22T09:29:00.000+08:00

Super Fun Buddy by *RYE-BREAD on deviant ART

Hahaha, I found this little flash on deviant art. My favourites are poop, pleasure and parkinsons. Oddly, disturbingly, morbidly cute.

Super Fun Buddy Indeed.

Sweet Emotion

2007-12-14T22:29:00.000+08:00

Woohoo!!!

It's been awhile since I last uploaded anything on deviant art and I'm ecstatic to say that this time, it's really hand drawn and coloured on photoshop. Not some photo edit attempt to make it look like it was painted.

Hand by ~elaxodor on deviant ART

I'm really happy with how this one turned out seeing as it's my first true attempt at comic/pop art. Self drawn and self coloured on photoshop.

Will try other portions of the primates' anatomy in the future.

R.L. Got Soul

2007-12-11T11:07:00.000+08:00

Yes, I haven't blogged in awhile; basically because there's been nothing to blog about.

Unless I were to blog about my EE/IA/TOK progress.

And even then,

There's nothing to blog about.

The Christmas tree in my house is erected. Got a train set rigged beneath in quite a poor attempt to make this Christmas "unique". Christmas shopping has begun and I'm tasked with handling Christmas Dinner when my parents' friends come over. My sister's tasked with desert. Lucky her.

If I was tasked with desert, I'd just buy five tubs of Ben and Jerry's.

She's trying to make this thing called a molten chocolate lava cake. Sounds damn exotic. And just for that we got a new mixer. But I'm not complaining.

Makes mashed potatoes a hell lot easier to mash.

My mom forwarded me this email containing a poem supposedly written by a small african boy and it's supposedly nominated by the UN as poem of the year.

I highly doubt it.

The way it's written leads me to believe that a black man wrote it and some other guy just copped it and added the gramatical errors in quite a poor attempt to make it look like it was written by an African kid. That's why I pretty much delete all chain mail that I recieve.

No matter how touching the crap is, it can never be more than 40% truth.

A few other websites tout it as being written by some black guy from texas, but whatever the case, I liked it. Nothing specially literary about it. If told to do an english A1 analysis on this, I'd probably fail from not being able to write anything about it's literary techniques/features.

But I like the poem none-the-less.

WHO IS COLORED

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow

When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey

And you calling me colored?

That's the email version.

When I was born, I was Black,
When I grew up, I was BLACK ,
When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,
When I got cold, I was BLACK ,
When I was scared, I was BLACK ,
When I was sick, I was BLACK ,
And when I die, I’ll still be BLACK
NOW, You “white” folks….
When you’re born, you’re PINK,
When you grow-up, you’re WHITE ,
When you go in the sun, you get RED,
When you’re cold, you turn BLUE,
When you’re scared, you’re YELLOW,
When you get sick, you’re GREEN,
When you bruise, you turn PURPLE ,
And when you die, you look GRAY.
So who y’all callin’ COLORED folks?

This one's the version I found after googling the title.

Whatever the case, I like it.

Sharp Dressed Man

2007-11-25T10:01:00.000+08:00

I have spent the last two to three days sleeping up to make up for the lost sleep during the trip and at last, I have mustered up the strength to blog about Phuket. The attainment of this sudden unexplainable vigor that posseses me to write this post might, as well, be described simply as boredom.

After all, returning from a trip like that, you can't really say you expect anything more exciting for the next week or so.

It all started with a wait at Clementi MRT.

A long wait.

A very very long wait.

Due to my parents' forceful ejection of me from the house, in hopes that I would reach the airport early/on time (probably more like in hopes of having one less child to bug for the upcoming week), I arrived at the agreed meeting point early.

Big mistake.

Anyways, after a long train ride and a parent reminding her son to keep to his vow of celibacy-till-marriage, we arrived at the budget terminal in a fashionable late manner. This stylish entrance, of course, woud have been impossible without my obscenely good looks, a fact reinforced by Gen's t-shirt offering to this Demigod. The contents of the t-shirt shall be revealed to you should I decide to show it to you (it's a you-have-to-be-there kind of funny).

After a bit of cup noodles, TOK brainstorming, iPod enjoying and napping, the protagonist of this tale arrives with the entire bunch of merry heros at Phuket Airport which, unfortunately, had not so much of a merry weather. The trip to the hotel though, was fairly interesting with Butler spending half the trip trying to decide which version of pokemon to play then spending the next half deciding which pokemon to use. Tedkin stole my iPod. Darren entertained himself with his PSP. I entertained myself tapping on Darren's PSP screen to annoy the shit out of him.

The next few days were a blur of concrete, sand and rocks. All of which I'm veritably terrified of right now. This mess of grey though, was punctuated by the most awesome massage you'd ever get, Cielo's lesson in poker, Tedkin's insanely entertaining physical recount of 4 star wars movies and lots of Breezers.

Looking back, I'm pretty surprised at how much we've accomplished at the worksite.

Our stint at Khao Lak was ended with the Loi Krathong celebrations which was essentially Martin's mega dancefloor. Refer to him for the recount of his dance-off with Tho (I think that's how you spell his name).

Oh and the apocolyptic shower of burning gasoline was pretty humorous too.

After a little bit of a lost-and-found experience, we arrived at patong beach to enjoy and enjoy we did. After a recount of what Tedkin failed at, and lunch at the food court, we guitar hero-ed for a few hours before heading out to the rest of Phuket to engage in haggle wars with shops all over the place and I got a cool Bob Marley T-shirt and a nice lamp. Day ended with dinner at a pizza joint and The Jacket sprinkled with Smirnoff.

The eventual visit to the fabled Patong beach was fantastic. The span of wide beige and blue eluded our protagonists for the first trip but not this time. The entire thing was a blur of waves, boogey boarding, bridge, suntanning, water wrestling and coconut juice, an experience positively better than a month of debauchery.

After a shower and a snooze, t'was out for lunch at BK and abit more shopping. Got what I wanted and more. Abit more guitar hero-ing, plus abit of Winning Eleven and the day ended with dinner at the seafood joint, abit of Gladiator and abit of Annapolis followed by restful sleep.

Finally, on the final day, at the final meeting time, I was late again. Along with Gen. We bumbled around changing and packing whilst I attempted to find my iPod. This time our entrance was not very fashionable. Abit of travel, abit of donuts, abit of bridge, abit of sleep and Singapore welcomed us back with metal detectors and X-ray baggage checks.

Phuketeers! See you next year, and thanks for the experience.

P.S, I downloaded the guitar hero soundtrack.

Leavin On A Jetplane

2007-11-15T22:46:00.000+08:00

On my way to phuket in a few hours.

Let's hope it's interesting.

Everything Is Average Nowadays

2007-11-14T21:49:00.000+08:00

I am, at current, wrestling this fat loathesome bitch called time to accomplish as much nonscence as possible to satisfy my fluffy capri tonight.

And, I have no idea what's inspiring me to churn more than one blog post in a day. Might be the sugary high from having watched Stardust.

Although I've achieved nothing today, I'm immensely satisfied from today. For engaging in little whimsical acts that I've been meaning to engage in for the longest time.

Like finding my weights again, for example, and, of course, doing more than just merely taking them off my shelf.

Or doing an actualy blog post, which, I'm quite sure, no one is reading at this hour, I think. I blame everything but myself for my previous involuntary hiatus.

Or fooling around with Mr. Rubik's wonder cube, possibly purchased from a Wonder Emporium.

My sugar high might not have been generated from little stuff like this though... Meeting up with old friends and doing silly things that we've not done in so long. That might have been the real reason.

And seeing as I've done it two days in a row, it might be the most probable reason.

On hindsight, it might have been the high that made me do those little activities instead of the activities making me high.

Ah crap... as has happened before, i started off with some point to expound. But I've forgotten it now.

Back to phuket trip packing.

Starman

2007-11-14T10:45:00.000+08:00

There are few feel good movies that I can truly say were frickin awesome.

Stardust is one of them. It was frickin awesome.

There are few women whom I can truly say are so gracefull pretty, they're beautiful.

Claire Danes is one of them. She is so gracefully pretty, she's beautiful.

There are few actors who are able to prove their incredible versatility.

Robert De Niro is one of them. He is incredibly versatile.

There are few women who can pull of so much evil in one character.

Michelle Pfeifer is one of them. She is one evil witch.

There are few idiots who can still seem loveable.

Ricky Gervais is one of them. He is a loveable idiot.

There were many people who enjoyed stardust.

I was one of them. I frickin LOVE the movie.

You now, reading this post. What on earth are you doing? GO to a theatre and watch Stardust now. I promise you, you will regret if you don't. It is definitely one of the best movies to hit the screens in the last two to three years. It might even rival Transformers

Guys, if you bring your girl to watch this movie, I can almost guarantee that you wil both make out after it.

The quirky little bits of humour here and there along with the drama and the action gets stirred into one big massive stormcloud of awesome and ends off with a hardly cheesy (thankfully) happily-ever-after, which something worth applauding seeing as happily-ever-afters almost never turn out realistic in its possibility. Then again, this entire movie is fantastic and nothing can really be described as realistic, save for, possibly, the portrayal of emotions in each of the characters (I would add the prefix of "human" to "emotions" but, as you would come to understand after watching the movie, hardly any of the characters are human).

Never thought a movie with a name like Stardust could be this epic.

Thunderstruck

2007-11-11T11:54:00.000+08:00

It is said that girls are made in heaven.

So are hurricanes and hailstorms.

Wild World

2007-10-21T14:25:00.000+08:00

Its been awhile since I touched my Viper 50 and it feels so good to caress her strings again.

It's funny how caress sounds so much like harass eh?

Been looking up old songs I've yet to master and re-learning them. It's interesting how, when playing the guitar, learning an even harder song, when you're stuck at one that you've got no progress with, can make going back to that song alot easier. I guess it's like taking your skills a notch further before going back to the task at hand. You might not master the harder song, but trying to certainly helps, with learning the current song, in the future. Kinda like "training".

As such! I returned to Wild World by Mr Big. It certainly is alot easier to play now and As such! I've been practicing on my guitar with that song. Playing the song made me realise that I want an acoustic guitar now and seeing as I've gotten my parents to sponsor a 900 dollar (and 60 cent) trip to phuket, I've gotta save up for my own acoustic. Pft.

But realising that made me realise that I've got so many other things that I want. This might be due to the fact that my birthday is a month away.

No.

This is not me trying to hint for people to buy me such gifts.

Well maybe it is....

But whatever the case, I realise I am actually pretty damn greedy. I want something to store my gigabytes in. I want a decent looking protector thing for my ipod. I want a beanbag in my room. I want a free billiard games for the rest of my life.

And those are just the tangible requests/demands.

I also want a 7 in chinese...

b...

sl.

I want the energy to start on EE or TOK. I want the discipline to read the english texts. I want to be of legal drinking age now. I want some people dead...

or at least in a coma.

I kid!! I kid!!

Well maybe not.

In any case, I probably sound alot like some spoilt little brat. I want, I want, I want and I want. Complete with annoying nasal voice. Damn me and my insatiable desire for all things I find desirable.

Funny that insatiable and desirable end with "able".

Apt no?

That I probably won't be able to satisfy all these due to my current financial status or just that I don't have the power to (in the case of my legal drinking age wish). Reminds me of that mock SATS article about plastic surgery and how the will is controlled by privellege, money or time. I like that article. It was good. It was an interesting article. We don't really find them in the common exams that we get.

And before I descend into further rambling of other inconsequential matters, I shall end here.

Abrupt eh?

Live and Let Die

2007-10-13T21:00:00.000+08:00

I have no idea why I picked that song as a title today. It just felt apt somehow. Or maybe the title was for a post of a theme that I've forgotten and I'm just writing about something else.

I was thinking about it recently, but it's quite interesting how looking up undermines an object's actual height while looking down from its peak just shatters your confidence.

Now here's the thing;

Which is the actual height?

Is one perspective right?

Or are both wrong?

Or are both right?

When you get higher and higher, you loose your courage. Why? Because the higher you are, the greater the drop? When you're below, you see the height and how it reigns over you and ambition and desire fuel your climb up to the top. It's only once you reach a certain height, that you feel something's amiss and you look down. It's only then that you realise where you are and you hug the tree oh so tightly.

You loose your will to fly.

Does that happen in life as well?

Is that why the people-up-there are always, almost, sticking to conventions? Rooting themselves down to "reality" because they're too scared to take that jump and soar. Holding on to the tree for their dear lives, just hoping they don't fall. Staying content with what they have.

Or is it because they see something from up there that the people below don't? Like the beehive in the branches or the snake amongst the leaves?

Maybe it's a mix of both?

Then there are those who just climb and climb and climb till they get snagged by a stray branch or till they step on a weak one. Either way, they fall fast and hard all because they never looked down. When do you look down? How often do you look down?

I like doing this. Just throwing out stuff that pass through my mind now and then.

I believe half my posts don't lead to anything. They're just probably junk that I've thought of now and then.

Ladies and gentlemen, Diva Donna in the background....

Hot stuff baybee this evening.....

The Actor

2007-10-08T22:43:00.000+08:00

I've never truly been a sucker for drama or inspirational serials.

But the live action version of Great Teacher Onizuka just owns.

Leaves a heartfelt sense of "awww" and it makes you feel like wanting more but then again, if you get any more, it spoils the magic...

Marginal Utility.

http://www.crunchyroll.com/showmedia?id=1079

I watched the anime version of it and although the anime came before the live-action (though the manga came before all) the live-action drama just owns.

Of course its all a fantasy fluff fictional fairytale but that's what television is no?

The link brings you to the first episode. If you're free, watch it. I promise that by the second episode you'd be hooked.

Newage couch potato.

Eat The Rich

2007-10-07T16:36:00.000+08:00

I had something I wanted to talk about. But I forgot.

So I'll move straight on to the second thing I wanted to talk about.

But I forgot what that was too.

So on to the third.

Why on earth does calbee choose to use personification of potato chips as its advert. Does that not imply that you engage in canabilism of a certain extent when eating their chips?

And of all the people in the world, why do they choose to personify their chips as infant/toddler-like humanoids?

That's not only canabilism, it's infanticide as well.

Like some blobby fatass chucking smiling and giggling kids down his throat.

Eeyech. It's kinda disgusting.

Calbee should change their advertising campaign. The entire advert seems to be some preperation suana/massage parlour for death by consumption of couch potatos (no pun intended). It's kinda sick no? Like being tricked into a chilli powder massage session (yes they exist) but ending up on a plate in front of some eating-machine? And then getting copped by Tedkin? Then watching his self-satisfactory face all the way till you get into his mouth.

And that portion of the advert when the potato gets sliced whilst smiling. What the heck?!? Creepy as hell.

Sigh.... but I don't think the advert would change any time soon. So what to do?

But to reach into this bag of Calbee.... and grab a handful of chips.

Relax, Take It Easy

2007-10-01T21:40:00.000+08:00

Some people should just shut the hell up.

It's econs tommorrow and I find myself watching anime.

I hate it when I get overconfident.

Everybody Wants The Same Thing

2007-09-25T21:33:00.000+08:00

I should be doing my chem prac right now.

That's not the only thing I should be doing at current.

But then again, nothing ever comes out the way you want. Does it? Plans are plans and they're made by fallible people. As such, plans in themselves are very much fallible and can never "cover all the bases".

That's why I'm watching anime right now and not finishing my math or chem.

I need to stay in school, longer, through the night, if need be, to get my work done.

Through talking to the enlightener and just chilling here and there, I have rediscovered the importance, and the joy, of conversation.

Conversations that involve something less superficial than just jokes or greetings. Conversations that draw some sort of reflection. Conversations that allow you to express how you feel, and concurrently, help you consolidate your thoughts to discover what exactly is it you feel.

Perhaps that is the power of language? That one is able to connect his ideas just through expressing them using language as a vector to allow another to understand you.

Damn....

Language is the shiznit....

TOK....

Anyways, between begginning my post and thinking of how the day went, I forgot my initial point.

I like this.

Sometimes it's nice to just let your mind run free and connect ideas and thoughts together. A sort of mental parcour, where you allow yourself to run and jump from thought to thought loosing yourself in the freedom to think of anything you wish to.

Is this considered reflection?

As you can see from my title, I probably had wished to start this post with an idea of how society has a collective desire for something. What sort of a society and what desire, I have no idea right now. What that something is I forgot as well.

It might have something to do with my lack of sleep. I need to do something about that.

I would scroll through Itunes looking for another song that might suit this post better.

But I'm too lazy to right now.

And if I'm too lazy to just scroll through Itunes,

Well then I would be too lazy to properly end thi...........

How To Save A Life

2007-09-22T20:36:00.000+08:00

For the perceptive, you might probably have realised that for the past 3 months or so, I've begun to use song names as my blog entry titles.

That is, of course, if you're not too indie or not too mainstream.

This not-so-latest change is, I assure you, not to add a sort of pseudo-emo quality to my posts. It's just that I like the idea of linking my interests to my entries.

But of all the titles I've used, I've probably not found one so apt as this one. Not only that, but it's a song that has leeched onto my very mutable music attention span for the past two days.

This business of love... it's a very volatile one.... and perhaps that is the reason why I've stayed away from that topic for-almost-ever on this blog but I guess there's a first for everything.

There's one thing that bugs me about this most complicated of emotions/feelings/states-of-mind. We know that love is not all that's portrayed in the media. It's not what it's promulgated to be. But that's what we know intellectually. We know it, but we don't really understand it. And what happens when it sinks in? When that realisation goes beyond just knowledge to something you understand within you.

And what if disillusion sets in? If the disparity between the reality of love and the expectation of love is too high. Then the crap hits the fan no?

All this mushy stuff all clouds the head and blurs judgement and I really wonder who's right or who's wrong and what who feels how. Is any side trustworthy? Even with no malice involved, emotions cloud intention. And even when all the clouds are cleared, the sun shines through and you can see past your nose,

Can you forget all of how the fog looked like, and concentrate on the beauty of the light?

Will of the Heart

2007-09-16T22:04:00.001+08:00

Everyone has an emo song. One where you get into "dah mood" when you play it.

And I finally found mine.

It's probably one of my favourite instrumentals and it's the type of song that get's better as you listen again and again.

Bleach watchers would probably recognise it.

P.S. Thanks Lionel

Hey, Johnny Park!

2007-09-16T21:40:00.000+08:00

Seems I caught on the craze alittle late, but this simpsonizing thing is pretty cool...

Charming little sexbomb isn't he? Gosh, boy is he gorgeous.

But in all honesty, it's pretty accurate. If I were to look like that in two dee, I wouldn't mind at all. I'd probably be the type of character, if I were in the Simpsons, who's some crazy weirdo and works in a porn store. Heh heh....

Crap, I missed the movie though.....

Simple Man

2007-09-14T21:16:00.000+08:00

Pft....

I have finally returned from my involuntary hiatus.

And I have a feeling I won't be back for long.

Drama fever has just subsided and the reality of exams is just about smack us in the face. It's two weeks before the finals and I haven't started studying.

Oh happy me.

But hey! I can't complain. I chose IB myself and I have to say, it's been a hell of a ride so far. I hope it continues like this. Yes, the workload is tough and the stress is pretty great but hell, with the friendship and the fun that I've enjoyed, this choice is well worth it.

And I have no idea why I'm blogging about IB like I'm leaving it soon.

Maybe because time flies so quickly it seems like I will be leaving it soon.

Oh well...

I better get started. I wish I could....

but for now, five more minutes please mah.....zzzzzz

I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing

2007-09-05T10:30:00.000+08:00

Woah,

What a ride.

I've just returned from a 3 day camp in which more than 6 days were almost totally spent away from home and more than 3 weeks were spent preparing.

And I'm tired shitless.

But it's rewarding is it not? When you see that the initial goal and objective of your camp was achieved. To see your club members bonding and talking and interacting a little more than they had before.

And even if this closeness dissipates a tad bit when school reopens, I know that at least there would be a greeting or two, every day in school, from now on, from every drama member, to the other.

Thank you to the five of you, whom without which, the camp would've crumbled.

And a greater thank you to the 16 of you, whom without which, there would've been no camp.

Now excuse me whilst I......

ZZZZzzzzzzz.....

Believe It or Not

2007-08-24T21:39:00.000+08:00

In response to Joash's tag on my blog, I would only like to say one thing.

HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF BEING EMO!?!?!?

As such, I would like to highlight what a emo post consists of:

Firstly,

Music Lyrics of bad music:

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room?

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Yeah, welcome to his life.

Now some bad poetry:

My wrists are bleeding
Whilst you are reading.
You ask my why
And I just can't lie.
You don't know what life is like
When you can't get that pink three-wheeled bike.
It's unbearable and suffocating,
Till you feel on the verge of breaking
Every day you're waking
And I'm not faking.
My mom tells me of kids in Rhodesia
Whilst I ask for euthanasia.
So what if people are starving?

I wanna die.

Sobs*

:*(

Now a self-taken emo pic of yourself:

Now to end with some bits of pseudo-philosophy:

If my mom cuts my allowance,
And my allowance is what I live on,
Does that not mean my life is cut?

So dear Joash, I RESENT being called emo. And you will experience this resentment yourself. Next monday.

On your nipples.

Heh heh heh.... see, now how can this be emo?

Secret Garden

2007-08-14T22:38:00.001+08:00

I was just thinking (it hardly happens) about how there're grills on everything around me.

The windows. The gate. Basically anything that's a gaping hole.

So what seperates my pad from a cage?

And does this cage keep people out? Or in?

Ironically, this cage gives me comfort. Comfort in knowing that unwanted people will stay out. But more importantly, comfort in knowing that somewhere, or something wants me in. Having an installation just to keep you in lets you know that there's atleast one place on this crazy earth that you belong to. It adds to the cozy effect of a home in a very warped way, but yeah, it makes me feel nice.

But then, what seperates my home from a cage?

Apart from the sparse furnishings (mostly none) of a cage, what else distinguishes my home from just a cage in which animals live in? A cage which limits your freedom? A cage which bars you from the rest of the world?

And the answer slaps me in the face.

Access to the key.

The key empowers me to control my home. It allows me to bend the bars to let me out or take me in whenever I want to. I am allowed a choice. A home should be where you feel like you're king over your possesions. Not vice versa. And that's probably why prisons just feel like enclosures. The installations are meant to control you.

And this is another paradox is it not? To feel the power of the key, you need the key. To have a key, you need a cage. And yet without the cage, you get greater freedom. But it is not manifested physically, and as such the symbolism of choice is not as potent. That's why you need the power of the key.

Now with that said, what seperates us from the animals in the cage?

Might it be the power of imagination? The fact that we have a greater sense of creativity that allows us to dream and think of more beyond the bars. And the dreams give us hope. And hope gives us comfort in the cage. So when we lose hope, we begin to behave like the lion doing rounds in his 2 by 2 by 2 metre metal box. We pace and pace and pace and try to physically manifest freedom and forget to imagine.

I think it's cause we're lazy too. It's easier to hand over power on a silver platter, power of convenience, and in this case, convenience of not needing to imagine or think.

And that's why we want keys i guess....

Going Where The Wind Blows

2007-08-11T19:46:00.000+08:00

And so there was a gathering of the retards. From the physically inept, to the lecherous, to the mentally handicapped, they amassed. Some earlier than others...

And ONE earlier than the rest.... waiting alone in the cold outside vivocity with no company....what the heck..... of all the nerve..... what's so hard about waking up early?..... what ever happened to early birds catch the worm?...blearhgoblimbotophea

The first group of earlies conquered the point at about 0750 hours. Lazing around the area enjoying the cool morning air.

The photo excludes me, who was taking the photo, and Cielo, who was waging war with the ocean.

Then others came and sunshields were placed on their faces as the sun began its morning stroll.

And one was more indulgent in his shades than the rest. He would come to be known as the slayer of the blimp-headed one.

It all ended on the journey back.... the council of funky ones disbanded with some retiring to their abodes and the rest living out the rest of the hype at Master Blimp-Head's toystory place down at the Summer Hills.....

Heh heh.

Safe In A Crazy World

2007-08-10T22:06:00.000+08:00

I've had this concept stuck in my head for a very long time and even though I'm pretty sure that I'm currently too tired to do justice to my thoughts, I've got to pen this down somewhere.

With the gazillion and one things people label "organic", what on earth does "organic" actually mean?

Especially in the arts, critics constantly use the term "organic" in many contexts. So what the heck do these high-brow upper-class comment-givers, with their bombastic jargon, mean by "organic"?

I may never truly find the answer to that.

But I do know what "organic" means to me.

Organic is how music I listen to generate emotions within me. I'm not talking about superficial hip-hop which, I think, might be the laughing stock of the family of music genres. I'm not talking about smooth jazz, which is a little too "synthetic" for me. I'm not talking about bubblegum pop, which.....

Sucks.

By now those who know me would understand what genre I'm referring to.

You're right.

Rock is the one I love. But yet there are non-rock songs that give me similar vibes. I can't think of any off the top of my head but when I do remember, I'll let you know.

Organic is drama. The naturalness of each, ironically, well rehearsed motion. The ability of drama to generate new emotions within the actor and even the audience all the time. That is organic.

No matter how bad the script, the director and the actor would always inject reality into the piece. It's interesting how just the experience of life can allow each actor to portray certain characters differently and how each of these are realistic in their own aspects.

Organic is play, when an individual finds enjoyment in aspects of life. I'm not talking about finding happiness through fulfilling our wants. I'm talking about actually playing. Having fun.

This is probably the one human desire of which I really don't see any evolutionary worth to.

And yet there can be nothing more natural than finding fun and enjoyment. In this aspect, play is the only piece of us that we keep from our early youth. The natural child-like desire to seek enjoyment from the most mundane or the most exciting of things.

I'm sleepy now and as such I will leave....

And rest.

Another "organic" activity.

Okay

2007-08-07T19:49:00.000+08:00

Real Lives has been churning out female lives for me lately.....

Weird.

Drama has been wonderfully exciting. The latest exco discussions and meetings have churned out really awesome ideas. The plan set in motion by the teachers would really work very well and that coupled with the fact that the entire exco thinks similarly and are prepared to work for it is really encouraging.

If you're reading this, and you're from drama, be excited.

Trust me.

It'll be realy cool to see the plan unfold. It's a very workable plan and yet very grand.

It is truly God-given I guess, seeing as it is really quite brilliant. I just can't wait to start on it and yet sadly, I have EE to begin and assignments to complete.

Blearhfugle.

I had a dream a few nights ago. It terrified the living shit out of me.

But I can't remember it now.

Things like that just really show how transient things are. In life, things just come and go. They never anchor themselves to a point for too long and even if they do, there will come a time where it would leave.

Yet the funny thing about it is that even though it's so fleeting, it impacts your life in a great way. There will be immediate effects and then gradually it ripples into other areas of your life.

Take for example, early education. I've left it physically, and to a certain extent, it has left me. Though there are fond memories, I can't remember everything. Like my best friend in primary 3 and 4. I can't remember his name now. And the two trouble makers that were my best friends in kindergarten. I can hardly remember their faces. Yet my primary school gave me my allegiance to the ACS and my kindergarten gave me an allegiance to God (it was a christian kindergarten).

And in this world of touch and go, I'm afraid I go too fast and lose touch.....

Set It Off

2007-08-04T13:33:00.000+08:00

I just finished Harry Potter

SPOILER ALERT

It's not bad. Alot better than the last two books. It's a good mix of action, mushy romance and plot depth.

Quite decent.

At least its a breakaway from the snogfests. The climax and action was all awesome.

There were parts I don't like though....

The convoluted ending of plot twists was thoroughly enjoyable but could have been linked better.

Lupin, Tonks and Fred should never have to die.

Dumbledore's flawed image, i don't like.

Revealing of Snape's past, i don't like.

For 6 books, I believed Dumbledore to be the perfect example of perfect and Snape to be the perfect example of imperfect.

I don't like it that i'm given only one book to get settled into a Paradigm Shift.

I don't like how Snape's unrequitted love seems to push James Potter out of the picture. It makes James seem alot more of the undeserving third party than before. I've always held James with high regard.

I do, however, love how Neville kills Nagini and how Luna turns out alot less ditzy then people make her out to be.

And

DAAYUMMM!!!

McGonagal the freedom fighter, cool stuff.

End of Spoilers

Choir/Guitar/CPAC was awesome. Enjoyed myself.

Good Stuff.

A big congrats to Song, Janice, Benlee, Doug, Lejohn and all the others whom took part. I apologise if I forgot to mention your name, my head has only the capacity of a Cao when it comes to remembering things.

But I have to say, the best part of the show was CPAC. Half-naked males ftw. I liiikkkkeeee....

Somehow, I just can't appreciate artsy dancing.

Run

2007-08-02T20:32:00.000+08:00

Collective Soul is awesome. Listen to them.

And so FOA ends.

As cliched as this is, saying goodbye to that monster of a project has been a beautifully bittersweet experience. As school days come to close, I stand outside 5.9 wondering if I have yet anything to complete before returning home.

And although I love returning to my warm inviting enclosure, I hate to think that I might no longer rehearse again for a major production.

To think I took those sessions for granted. Behaving as if it would never have ended. Behaving like I had all the time in the world. Behaving so differently than I would have liked to. Goodbyes are a pain in the ass.

Now between lessons and anything else, I realise how much I have to be thankful for. The real world I'm returning to is just waiting for me to appreciate it.

Then again, who's to say that FOA wasn't real?

As I return to real life and discover Real Lives (LOW-risk investments Cielo), I take my bow, possibly for the very last time under the banner of ACS drama, and prepare to jump into this catacomb of hectic schedules and various assignments.

Have I got a long way to run.

Find The Real

2007-07-22T15:52:00.000+08:00

In the world there are illusions.

Take for example, your heavenly body after a good work out. The definitions all present for just those 5 minutes.

Or maybe the feeling of freedom after finishing 1 of 4 IAs. The rest of the time, that can be spent doing the other 3, celebrating the the completion of say.... econs.

Or maybe even the satisfaction with an investigative essay done in less than 15 minutes. The false hope that it is an excellent piece of work and that maybe the genius potential in you has been, by some work of black magic, unleashed upon the world.

Then there are those things that are too good to believe.

A teacher is absent from school 3 days in a row.

Teachers from 3 of your subjects (all 3 in a row, at the end of the school day, on your timetable) are absent.

Your online ordered t-shirt came out beautiful.

I can't seperate truth from illusion sometimes. I dare not assume. I dare not confirm my intuitions and make decisions devoid of clarity.

Pride is a pain in the ass no?

Ring Of Fire

2007-07-15T10:57:00.000+08:00

"Walk this way, talk this way...."

Aerosmith are the bestest.

Ever.

Visited my father's friend at hospital yesterday. Reminded me of how short life is.

And how if you don't take care of it, it's just gonna get shorter.

He laid there on the bed. Hyperventillating even though he's only been lying on a bed for the past 2 days. Looking as if he was 70 though only of the age 40? 50 max? I was informed that he had something placed to clamp on his intestine a few weeks ago to help with his mild diabetic and obesity problem. The clamp rubbed against his stomach wall and slowly created a hole. The hole got bigger and bigger.

At the same time, the area where the clamp was got infected. This was probably caused by the clamp and some sanitary issues regarding the clamp prior to insertion. It could also be due to the fact that it was rubbing against the intestine as well. And as the hole in his stomach got bigger, the area festered.

Now, a few months back, something peculiar was occuring in him that he himself hadn't known about. When he approached the doctor, the doctor hadn't noticed it. When he went home, it probably nagged him in the form of discomfort but then again, the nagging discomfort had always been there all his life; be it a muscle ache, constipation or some other mild illness that had no relation to this. So as all men do, he dismissed it as nothing. Then on the day of his operation to fix the hole and cure the wound, they found the stone in his gallbladder.

He looks fine now on his bed. Recovering steadily.

We should all be happy that the worst is over.

But even as I left the hospital. Nauseated by the clinical sterility and synthetic pleasantness of the hospital. I could not help but still worry. Not only for him. Not only for his family.

We never know how precious life is till the Harbinger whispers in our ears and the sad truth is that no matter how much we think we appreciate life, we'd never fully understand it's importance until it's threatened.

What am I doing with my life?

Tore Up and Broke

2007-07-12T20:14:00.000+08:00

JSBX playing on my speakers whilst I learn Don't Cry and Under The Bridge.

I can't help but wonder; when on earth am I gonna break the news of my results to my parents? It's not like I'm unhappy with my results. Taking the amount of effort I put in into consideration, I did pretty ok.

But parents don't give a rat's ass about crap like this do they?

So I try to postpone giving them the stack in the white sack. This, of course, is extremely foolish seeing as the sooner I do it, the faster I can get this out of my mind. That and it's thursday today. If I had told them sooner, they wouldn't have had the weekends to beat me up about it.

But I can't bring myself to do it you know?

"They look too frustrated from work today...."
"It's too late at night....."
"You're on a roll for your IOP draft, pausing here would disrupt your train of thought..."
"You're thirsty, get a cup of water before telling them...."
"You've got to piss and if you tell them now, it's gonna take awhile, so go piss first...."
"Awww the dog just pooped, go clear it......"
"iTunes is playing your favourite song, it can wait for awhile......"
"Dad is enjoying a nice cold beer, he looks so happy, don't disturb him....."
"Mum is asleep, too late I guess....."

On the bright side, the SYF pieces I observed today were pretty good. Barker was good. Great set change sequence albeit too cluttered for my taste. RI was as minimalistic as always. Springfield was not bad... very drama. Holy Innocence had a great concept but I was alittle put off by some poor bits of pronunciation here and there.

But gosh... SCGS was the shit.

I swear, that was some awesome stuff they put up. The set was so elaborate and yet not too annoying. The entire concept was so wild and entertaining. The script was intense. I loved it. Yet I can't help but wonder.... was all of that due to the smoke machine they had? Was it spewing shisha?

Cos in that case, it would explain why I saw a harem of nude women around me half-way through their performance...... heh heh......

But seriously.... their's was awesome.

At this point of time "Strange Love" by The Goo Goo Dolls is playing on my iTunes. I don't like this song....damn my laziness and the refusal of my hand to reach the mouse to change the song. Curse it.

Yes, I am THAT lazy.

I'm also starting to realise why people like the shuffle function. It's pretty nice to listen to random tracks now and then.

To end this slow descent into a ranting/rambling mode, I shall end here. I don't like it when I get into a random blogging mode. Makes it seem like I'm blogging for the sake of it and not cos I really enjoy it. I shall stop here and save you my random nonscence. I promise. No other nonscence. No piece of random information about me that you don't need to know. Nothing. Not gonna tell you what I'm doing now. No no. None. No more. No time for it.

I'm listening to "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet......

What?!?!? I couldn't resist.....

Down To My Last

2007-07-07T00:12:00.000+08:00

12:12

It's so quiet. Not a single sound save for the furious clicks of my keyboard. So pleasant. All neighbours asleep. The entire neighbourhood seemingly devoid of all life save for myself and a few night owls.

It's nice.

I like this privacy. Not a soul awake in the house, level or maybe even block to disturb you; not neccessarily annoying kind of disturb but still interuption of your most private thoughts none-the-less. It feels so private yet, paradoxically, this void is so vast it feels as if it's...... public? Perhaps my mental proccesses and physical being are just not accustomed to this feeling of such immense privacy. It's as if I own the entire estate. This entire plot of land (of buildings, rooms, levels, e.t.c) all mine for just tonight.

Weird eh?

Like a coccoon the size of vivocity. Ironic perhaps? It's quite the contradictory statement. It's been ingrained into our minds that privacy is handed to us in the form of a claustrophiobic inwardness that must only exist in minute proportions. Yet this wonderful feeling of a vast emptiness that is mine for the taking, it's.... nice.

It's funny how this much freedom and privacy allows for me to even just strip to the nude and run around. Yet no matter how much fun that sounds, heh heh, there's a mental block imposed in my head that kinda disallows such behaviour. (OH GOSH Chun Wui has a limit?!?!?) Kinda makes me think sometimes if these mental blocks are always good things....

Is it healthy to condition the mind to behaving in such a way that a deviancy, that might not neccessarily be negative or harmful, has no place in the body's actions?

I might just be talking crap now due to lack of sleep.

Or it might also be due to this weird needle in my arm that's giving the world a tinge of rainbow.

Is this what it feels like to be a hippie?

What ever the case... my post ends here abrubtly.

I don't know.

Do You Feel Like I Do?

2007-07-04T20:00:00.000+08:00

I sit here now, listening to Peter Frampton's "Do You Feel Like I Do?"

I swear the talkbox solos are amazing.

*End of Prologue*

You know those days when you wake up and just go, "Shit! Lemme go back to sleep ma....." ? Yeah, today was one of those days. That's exactly how I woke up this morning....

Before getting slapped on the head hearing, "Wake up! You're late!!" by my dad. He's heartless. Just five minutes.... that was all I craved.

I got my OEP CAS logs and form signed in the morning by the T-Bot.

Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto...

SHIT!!! THIS SOLO IS THE SEX!!!!! Oh gosh!!!! Brilliance!!!! Musical Marvel!!!!

Anyways, Econs was bittersweet. We split the class in half. I got to keep James Ong (who is the most uber man alive) but a couple of friends had to leave for the other class. Wang, Jim, Nic and Pat had to change classes.... but oh well.... Gen stayed.

I finally got my IOP draft back during english and something tells me I should get working on it now... but nyah.... haha

We GAVE JOASH HIS B'DAY PRESENT!!! Woohoo!!! What a big surprise!!! Pft.

Gerald I think its safe NOW to tell everyone what you did? Heh heh

*End of Scene 1*

Music is the greatest invention man has ever made. I can't believe how something that is made of seemingly random sounds can influence your soul to such an extent. It's truly amazing how music has always been present as a collection of sounds and yet how man has managed to classify it into bars and octaves, notes and scores.

Music should be taught through the soul. Music should never have been forced into a book and labelled theory. Music should be taught as sounds in certain orders that invoke emotion.

I love Rock.

If it was human, I'd make babies with it.

Somehow, it seems to me to be one of the only genres in which emotion is truly present, dare I say, all the time. Whether it gives you a hyper excess of adrenaline or forces you into a sweet sentimental state, rock has this ability to be intertwined with your soul. Of course there's always really really heavy metal, pseudo-rock pop (avril lavigne) and emo crap that really tarnishes the name of rock.

I love Music.

*End of Scene 2*

Ever been a situation where you don't know how to react just because you don't have the omniscience to know how someone else feels? Ever been stuck in a cycle of two steps forward and one leap back? Ever wish you had the courage to break the cycle?

*End of Epilogue*

Behind Blue Eyes

2007-07-03T22:57:00.000+08:00

MY EXAMS ARE OVER!!!! When I feel the blogging bug I'd put something up again. Not now.

Ruby

2007-06-22T00:26:00.000+08:00

WHOA SHIT!!!!

Peter Gabriel discovered Joseph Arthur.....

No wonder I've always thought their sound were very similar.....

Forgive this random bit of poo.... real post of proper reports to come.

Wish You Were Here

2007-06-17T21:48:00.000+08:00

Class Sleepover:

You had to be there.

To my fellow movie compadres, you have now been enlightened. You have just watched the undisputed champs of all comedies. American Pie, Eurotrip, Van Wilder are so awesome. Whoever you are reading this blog entry right now, watch those movies!!

If you can't get your hands on them, get them from me.

It was a shame that I didn't stay on to watch Little Miss Sunshine. I hadn't known Steve Carrell acted in it. But then again, Mahjong was happening downstairs.

I swear, someone's gotta dismember JLC's arms. They win too much.

Fathers Day:

Awesome. Got my Dad a collage of old pictures on a jigsaw puzzle thingy and all framed up.

Breakfast at United Square, some weird chinese food place that was the shit.

Lunch at home with reheated Chicken Vindaloo, reheated Chicken Tika Masala, reheated Naan, Cold Storage Black Pepper Roasted Chicken and reheated Samosas.

And Harry's Steakhouse for dinner.

I love food. Heh Heh Heh.... drool*

Sutdy session tommorrow. Looking forward to doing something productive.

She Said

2007-06-10T17:17:00.000+08:00

I just spent the last hour watching an episode of "Girls Out Loud" that Mong introduced me to and Cielo reminded me about.

It was absolutely stupid.

Unforgivably stupid.

It was also, because of that stupidity, hilarious.

You have to watch it.

IM Mong and ask him for the link.

After that, I went downstairs and turned on the television. The first thing that popped up was "My Supersweet Sixteen".

I feel so damn stupid now.

Brain Drain.

Wish I May

2007-06-10T14:24:00.000+08:00

Damn you Heroes. Damn you.

Even at episode 23 they cant give any form of closure at all.

Die Sylar!!! Die!!!

Lol.

In between Bon Jovi's voice and typing this post, I have this nagging feeling of something I have to do but I just can't remember it.

Oh that's right, I have to study.

Pft.

Next To Nothing

2007-06-08T18:54:00.000+08:00

You wanna know what's redundant?

http://wangadang.blogspot.com/

This is redundant. Note the tagboard and the last post being on the april 10th.

Last Year.

Wang. You're an awesome friend man.

But you really have to do something about that relic of a blog of yours.

Or I will hunt you down.

And shoot you.

More Than Words

2007-06-08T08:13:00.000+08:00

I'm finding lesser and lesser reasons to blog. It's not that my life has been uneventful.... trust me, it's been stuffed like..... well.... it's been stuffed. Heh heh.

But recently things have just become so "You had to be there cos this blog account won't do the it justice." Either that or I've become lazier, which is pretty dangerous since I'm already lazy as hell.

Take for example, last night. About 14 of us went out for a movie at The Cathay. Jim, Mong, JoashandAnne, Gerald, Darren, Shao Xiong, Ted Kin, Matthew, Melodie, Cielo, Cheryl, John Leo Caines and I went down to Cathay for Ocean's 13. The movie was actually pretty good. Better than 12 and alot more like 11.

After the movie, we walked up and down (thanks to herd mentality) and around (thanks to Cielo) the place and managed (by divine intervention) to settle on Billy Bombers for dinner.

Then we proceeded to walk randomly around the Plaza Sing and settle at Starbucks for a chat.

See? Doesn't seem like much does it?

Seems mundane and uneventful eh?

But I had one of the best times I ever had there.

It couldn't be considered a real class outing... but with the amount of people there, I guess we could call it as one and it was also one of the only outings we hadn't taken any photos at.

Well maybe save for Mel and Cheryl's Jellybean pole hug thing.... which is kind of disturbing since they wanted to do that to spite Elliot and tease him about his cute perky and miniature little Jellybean. And to do that they.. hugged a.... pole of........ his........ Jellybeans?

Anyways, back to the point. We hadn't taken any photos but I'm pretty sure I'd remember the outing very clearly. Maybe more so now that we're closer as a class than we were say.... at the time of Fish n Co?

And initially I had a point somewhere.... but after taking a short break from posting this and learning the simple intro of "Come As You Are".... I forgot what I wanted to say.

I guess the point I was trying to make was that.... words would never be able to capture the picture in its detail and pictures would never be able to capture the experience in its beauty.

You Had To Be There. :)

It's Indie Rock and Roll For Me

2007-06-05T22:08:00.000+08:00

I had the most useful econs lecture today. Learnt alot.

About Indie music.

My lecturer also proceeded to inform me of the behaviours of indie music listeners and gave me a realisation that indie is more of a lifestyle than a genre.

It sounds damn elitist-secret-societyish. Like the Illuminati or something.... a secret society of intellectuals.....

Then why does Elliot a.k.a the Illiterati (This label was created by Lex. The keeper of this blog reserves no ownership of the term. Gotta cover my ass lest I get Sued. Heh heh.) listen to Indie? Me no understands that.

Major flaw in my lecturer's explanation.

What I learnt also explained alot as to why indie labels and artists are so friggin unheard of.

But what if the whole world turns indie?

Lol.

And to think I once thought that indie rock was rock fused with American Indian chanting tunes......

I feel immensely dense.

I Wonder

2007-06-02T17:49:00.001+08:00

I shall begin a new series of I wonders with the first one being

I wonder how the comic book writers got the inspiration of having the pose of Spiderman shoot white sticky fluids out of his wrists whilst having his hand in between his thighs:

Real World Settling In

2007-06-01T21:12:00.000+08:00

Recovering from post OEP withdrawal symptoms.

Been crawling in my bed crying every night.

Then waking up and cutting myself whilst in the shower bawling.

FOA preperation/common tests preperation/ Kid's Live preperation/ Temasek Seminar

I hope I didn't take on too much. Yikes. One month suddenly seems like very little time.

Oh yeah, and I need to start on EE.

Lol.

Summer Of 69

2007-05-31T10:02:00.000+08:00

Oh Gosh, OEP was the sex. I'm not gonna blog much about the ongoings throughout the 7 days of happiness though..... if you were there, you'd have laughed/ shouted/ screamed/ whacked / worked along with me and would've known the pains and pleasures of the trip as well as I did. If you weren't there with me, the experience is truly more than expressable in words.

Somewhere in the getting creeped out by Mel, running from Cielo, sharing awesome music with JChris, going radio on Gerald and Joash, rooming with Jim, scaring Mai (sry about that (c:) and generally laughing along with everyone during the Lex skits, there was alot to be learnt about myself and the class.

It had been a wild time and I hardly think that the class would ever feel as close as we did during OEP ever again but I'm thankful for the experience all the same. Those little venting sessions, or the party activities, not forgetting sharing a milk tub with 4 other guys, all of these little queer bonding sessions (maybe not so much the milk bath) showed me a different side to everyone in the class. It's weird though, these are aspects and facets of people that I had expected to be there all along, but actually experiencing and seeing the evidence of such a side to them was something that was absolutely wonderfully magical. I don't know if I'm making sense here right now. Lol.

There was that, and there was also discovering new things about people. Sides that I never knew existed.

Of course, there's been much annoyance with the pair of the yinyang gaurdians and the little lemming. But even though I disagree with much of their methods or their views, I thank God that they were there, not only because indeed sometimes (most of the time it was just too much) we needed someone to ensure nothing went wrong, but also that they provided a huge avenue for the class to bond. Those there at room 126 for those few nights would know what I'm talking about. :D

Bleargh. Blogging about this is making me wanna go on the same OEP again. 7 days is too little, too short. I wanna see that little thai kid again. Shit, I can't remember his name. That sucks. Oh well, at least I got a nice tan and a nicer t-shirt from construction.

And 5.9, thank you for the experience.

Phuket

2007-05-23T21:06:00.001+08:00

Packing for OEP trip tommorrow. I can't wait. ECSTATIC!!!!

That is all.

I Am Done

2007-05-20T21:55:00.000+08:00

Oh blogger.... it has been long since I last stroked my keyboard to lambast you with words so that you might help me proccess them and churn them into lovely exemplifications of my typically mundane life.

Oh how I've missed you.

It's been awhile since my last post. But it's been pretty hectic so far. I really thank God that he has given me a pretty easy going attitude to work in general so that I might finish them in time and yet have time to relax now and then. If not for this (and dropping history) I might be pulling my hair out screaming right now.

Honestly, I feel for you. Any of you who might be stressed right now doing your work. I'm not being an ass.

Lol.

However hard that might be to believe.

But whatever the case, if you are stressed right now and/or about to cry in anger/sadness/frustration, take a break, look out the window and into the sky.

If it's day, look into the blue sky and thank God for being on earth to enjoy it. If it's raining, feel the cool breeze and thank God you can feel it. If thunder is inundating you, and you feel scared, thank God you can feel that surge of adrenaline now and then to remind you that you're still alive. If it's night, look at the stars, thank God you can witness their beauty and reciprocate their winks with a smile. If it's windy and you hear that deep howl, thank God for fear to remind you to be humble.

I for one, thank God for giving me the discipline this weekend to finish my 3 most major projects in two days. I feel so liberated. So alive.

Couple that with the fact that OEP is in 4 days time, you can imagine my utter elation. The only thing I have to worry about now is how to keep awake from 9 to 9:30 tommorrow and what to pack for OEP.

I'm in heaven now. Really and heaven looks alot like running through a field so soft that if you fall, it's like landing on hay. It's this intense high that liberates me now. I love it.

I can finally stroke the Viper. My beloved guitar. I can play it and carress its strings to make lovely music that reminds me of my youth and the sheer beauty of a human's creativity. I love playing tunes that I like. I love tunes.

I'm kinda scared I'm sounding really gay right now. Trust me, I'm not gay.

That was a joke. I am. Heh heh.

No I'm not homophobic Cielo.

Yes Joash I wanna go radio on you.

I'm getting high on emotions. That's a beauty of a blog. Someone once told me a blog is just something to showcase to the world and has no sincerity and genuine emotion in it. I think otherwise. I believe a blog is excellent for reflecting on your life and deriving this great emotional high from it. A high that can be only experienced through the impromptu literary embodiment of your thoughts of the past hour? day? week? month? of your life.

And that is why, I love this showcase.

Window into the Soul

2007-05-14T21:52:00.000+08:00

As I sit here at my computer in the soothing privacy that is the confines of my four walls, I only feel one thing.

A sense of incompletion.

This setting would be perfect if my father isn't downstairs hurling expletives from every single chinese dialect, into his phone, at his colleagues.

Disfunctionality at its worst.

But while I sit here cursing this interruption into my much needed private time, I realise my hypocracy and I feel ashamed. What can one do when perfection is far from his forte and when he loses all right to correct such flaws in others, when he sees them, because he, in all his life, has never been a shining example of a controlled tongue? I detest this side of me. The side that curses and curses, and swears and swears, and sins and sins but always tells himself that he is trying to change when in actual fact, he doesn't know if he even is anymore.

And while I sit here thinking of how I've noticed this hypocracy, I fear that I have other negative aspects of myself that I've not been able to uncover as of yet.

But back to the question of what one can do.

I guess now that I've seen it, I have more reason and more energy to try and try and try and to be now able to sincerely tell myself that, "Yes! I am trying and I will not give up. Not today." This time it is real.... I can feel it.

Not today apathy. Not today.

M'Day

2007-05-13T20:32:00.000+08:00

It's mothers day.

Man... it's so surreal.... My mom took out all the stuff I've given to her all these past mother's days... I can't believe she actually kept every single one of them... lol.

Gosh... my dad brought us to this friggin posh restaurant to celebrate mother's day yesterday... the bill was like 600++ dollars and we only had a main course each plus 1 or 2 appetizers. My dad and mom shared a foie gras thingy... and a wagyu steak. Madness... oh but service was the sex.

Anyways... I'm quite frankly amazed at how mother's day never loses its "feeling". Every year it's the same thing, same emotions, same procedures, same everything, but it always seems new. The mother's reaction to the gifts, the father's one indulgent gift per year, everything is the same but still so different.

It's very weird cos father's day is never the same as mother's day. I wonder why.... maybe having extra "appendages" really does make some differences... lol.

The great gen(ital?)der divide.

OMGeeeez

2007-05-12T13:54:00.000+08:00

Woah... I just realised how much Mika sounds like Freddie Mercury....

Especially the part in his "Grace Kelly" song that says:

Say what you want to satisfy yourself

And he's born in Lebanon!!!

Freddie was born in Zanzibar.... BUT his parent's were Pakistani!!!

Similarities man... both from muslim countries migrating to London and getting famous as artists in London.

Aside from that "Grace Kelly" also features Freddie in the lyrics...

Weird...

Drama

2007-05-12T13:31:00.000+08:00

W00T!!!

Got Vice Pressie position.

A tad bit dissapointed cos afterall, I was running for pressie. Just a tad bit. VERY very very witty bitty bit.

BUT

I'm elated about the outcome. It's a committee that I'm sure I'd enjoy working with; Asyikin, Christabel, Mai, Asher AND

JOSHUA CAO!!!!

Luke chose a successor alright... lol.

Committee work starts next week, can't wait for our first meeting, till then, Chem Prac 6, I'm taking you DOWN!!!!

ABYSS HATE SCAR EMO WORDS EMO WORDS

2007-05-10T22:21:00.000+08:00

ARGH!!! EMO CRAP!! EMO CRAP!!!

ANGSTY RELEASES!!!!

ANGRY!!!! ANGRY!!!!

MY LIFE IS DYING AND MELTING!!!

EMO SONG LYRICS ABOUT TRIVIAL CRAP THAT HAS NO DEPTH BUT GOT DAMN FRIGGIN EMOTIONALLY SCARRING THINGS LIKE LOOSING MY PET ROCK COS IT DECIDED IT HAD ENOUGH OF HOW BORINGLY PREDICTABLE I WAS!!!!

YES!!! I SUCK THAT BAD!!!

CAPSLOCK!!! CAPSLOCK!!!

EMO POEM WITH VULGARITY THAT REALLY REALLY SUCKS!!!!

LOUD NOISES!!!!

I HATE THE WORLD BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY ITS THEIR FRIGGIN FAULT I ENDED UP LIKE A JACKASS PRICK WITH A FACE THAT WOULD MELT STONE AND IM SO STUPID I CUT MYSELF WHEN IM ANGRY AT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING BECAUSE, WELL, THAT'S THE OBVIOUS LOGICAL THING TO DO!!!!

I HATE THE WORLD!!!!

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I CROSSDRESS AT HOME IN PRIVATE!!!!

NOW YOU KNOW SO YOU GOT KNEW STUFF TO TORMENT MY FRICKIN HORRIBLY EMOTIONALLY SCARRED SOUL!!!

YES I MISSPELLED NEW!!!!

YES!!!! GO AHEAD!!!! TORMENT ME!!!!!

WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?!?!

ITS YOUR FAULT!!!!!

DAMN YOU WORLD!!!!!!

DAMN YOU!!!!

I'M GONNA NOW GO CONTEMPLATE SUICIDE WHICH I'D NEVER COMMIT!!!

...

...

CAPSLOCK!!!!!

Something I found Somewhere

2007-05-10T21:17:00.000+08:00

I saw this on Lex's blog and I decided, what the hell, why not?

You scored as Visual&PerformingArts. You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in the Visual or Performing Arts (e.g., Art, Art Education, Art History, Ceramics, Culinary Arts, Dance, Drawing, Fashion Design, Film, Graphic Design, Interior Design, Marketing (advertising), Music, Music Education, Music Theory, Painting, Photography, Theatre).

It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.

Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.

Visual&PerformingArts

100%

Accounting/Finance/Marketing

75%

English/Journalism/Comm

69%

Education/Counseling

56%

HR/BusinessManagement

56%

Psychology/Sociology

50%

PoliticalScience/Philosophy

50%

French/Spanish/OtherLanguage

44%

Biology/Chemistry/Geology

38%

Physics/Engineering/Computer

38%

Religion/Theology

31%

History/Anthropology/LiberalArts

25%

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WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?
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Somehow the results don't really surprise me... I stopped loving science or math at sec 1 and I begun to find the joys of messing around, which in it self is what the basis of art is roughly about. To find your voice and convey it through whatever artform you choose.

Although.... it is rather surprising that my Dad is a marine engineer and my Mom is a customer service officer.

So much for the apple doesn't fall far from the tree eh?

EDIT*
ARGH!!! Blogger has this friggin problem with the posting area... I can't fix this error of the thingy being too wide.....

Pity Me Who Has To Complete Prac 6

2007-05-09T21:54:00.000+08:00

Dead tired.

Softball was interesting today... Lex and Pravween are the two most gutsy full-of-shit people I'd ever meet.

That being said, sorry softball people, guess it ain't meant to be. Congrats on the good job though.

Oh and number 10.... I love your lower-body... *wink*.

Drama was weird.... hilarious to see the couplings for the chinese opera thing.

Now I sit here with Prac 6 and TOK due. I hate prac 6. It's the next big boulder I have to blast to friggin bits before I can live happy.

TOK draft is also gonna be a pain... no more bullshit. Actual research now encouraged, no wait, slash that....

REQUIRED!!!!

I've now gotta look up what educated intuition is.

I've done nothing today.... what an unproductive, useless day.

Gotta start on EE soon.... damn.....

In other news... I, horrifyingly, begun listening to crappy synth-pop/synth-pseudo-rock songs/bands.... they're really quite bad.

I can't help it though.... I have no mood and no energy to dedicate to really enjoying and appreciating the only worthy genre of music ever; Rock.

I need a homework alarm clock.

Literary Analogy

2007-05-08T18:44:00.000+08:00

And as her captors roared with their virulent guffaws, it dawned on her that fate was indeed inescapable.

With each card delt, every one as potent a symbol of her foreordained destiny as the one before, she stared in disbelief, wondering if the gods were still by her side. Or was it only Hades who ruled her hand? Where had Hermes, he who had tutored the fortunes to stand by her, gone? Had he embraced a new prophet to embody his cunning wit and was this new prophet her current adversary?

Ah!

Indeed Hermes was still by her side. The winds have changed and the tides have thus been turned. A potent weapon in her current arsenal discovered and placed in her palms.

Had she the mettle to use it?

Had she the wisdom of when to use it?

Ares might have ruled the battlefield but Athena! She dictates how it is used.

Whether or not she wins would depend on how she played this weapon. She ruminated over this rare opportunity and called upon Athena's wisdom to give her mastery.

As such, she played the card that she was delt.

But when she allowed herself the rare sin of exposing pride. When she took that ungodly whiff of her bubbling arrogance. When she indulged herself in the depravity of loftiness,

Gasp!

Alas! Ares was by his side. How could raw bloodlust and immense power defeat strategy? This was replusive. Her auspicious aegis undermined by his dark cunning.

As the last was delt and played, the consequence had both horrified and appalled her.

And with the last of her strength and the last of her ability, she wailed and howled and screamed a bloodthirsty cry that disembowled the sanity of her nemesis.

"RREEEMMMMMAAATTTTCCCHHHHH!!!!!"

Please No

2007-05-08T18:09:00.000+08:00

This is so urgent, I've decided to dedicate an entire post to it.

Melodie....

OH MY FRIGGIN SON OF A FLYING WOLF WHO KILLED A RABBIT!!!!

NO!!!

NEVER!!!

PLEASE SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!!

I don't wanna have to explain, one day, to my god children why they have a 90% chance of being gay cos it's inherited from their father.

Nor do I wanna have to tell them about "This one time.... at Orchard Towers.... your parents hung around there to catch a glimpse of transvestites..."

Oh and I do not want, also, to have to explain why their mother is a notch down from an online honey-trapper; she's an online perverted pervert finder.

So please...

I'm beggin you...

PPPLLLEEEAASEEIIHHIIIEEEENNGGGAAABBLAAAHHHHhhh.... *degradation into gibberish*!!!!

Please.

No.

I don't want.

Orgasmic Oyster Omelettes

2007-05-07T21:11:00.000+08:00

My Dad just came home with a paper package of Orh Lua.

I swear.... it is the most sex oily piece of crap you'd ever taste in your entire life.

All 500grams of it just SCREAMS fatty cholestrol oozing with oil.

Don't it sound just awfully gut-bustingly disgusting?

It does doesn't it?

But hey! Don't knock it till you've tried it.

It's absolutely orgasmic. After all.... oysters ARE natural afrodysiacs, but I learnt that from White Chicks.... so I'd doubt this piece of info until someone confirms it.

So now I'm loaded with a fat shot (think mocha double shot, just with cholestrol and fats)(straight into the blood stream)

(Yay).

But can't complain, it rocked.

The Springtime of My Youth

2007-05-07T19:27:00.000+08:00

Woah man... the walk to the bus stop and the ride back home was awesome today. Really reminded me of what it was like awhile back before the amount of people going back dwindled abit.

Lot's of shit happened. Joash cheated in Tai Ti and beat Anne.

Anne screamed a blood curling cry.

Joash got beat by Cielo cos he almost hit her head.

Mel and Pat deserve each other.

Gerald is teh wols.

Joash is teh hernia lover.

Jim is teh first timer on the 74er.

Darren is teh aggreable with me on the fact that the couple are freaky.

I mean a first date at Orchird Towers observing tranvestites is pretty freaky.

So this day requires this response:

Joash: Your dove is a pain in excess.

Cielo: Usted no tiene un pene, usted tiene los femeninos. Or at least I hope it is.
Hice bueno? O es mala gramática?

Mel and Pat: I don't wanna meet your freaky babies. Lol.

Gerald: Hernia is bad. Don't proclaim it to the world. ;)

Jim: I'm looking forward to who get's dragged and dies in our room during OEP. Lol.

Darren: Gotta ditch the couple some day and see where they land up in.

Gen: This is what you've been missing.

Lol.

Onto the Cheryl Charts

2007-05-06T20:20:00.000+08:00

I came back home from an awesome dinner of chicken rice and just when I thought this day couldn't get any better... I went on msn and had this convo with Cheryl:

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
hey chun wui

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
i'm making the sign up sheet for the car wash thingy now. what should it say?

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
hey

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
LOL

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
like Dear teachers, if you woudl liek to have your car washed please write down your name"?

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
HAHAHAHA

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
i just got mahjong paper and markers to do my own

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
lol

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
hahahah

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
mahjong paper

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
Yeah

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
i was thinking mor elike an A4 piece of paper with a table

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
Figured I'd do something Bigass to capture they're attention

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
and like pasting it outside the general office

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
same same

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
im thinking of putting HUGE words that say 5.9 carwash

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
okay

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
and BIG table on the mahjong paper

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
and let the teachers sign or wtv

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
no

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
?

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
but like the teachers will be like

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
my hand will get tired

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
if i had to write my name so big

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
!!!!!!

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
hahahahahha

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
why don't you make some huge ass poster

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
r u joking?

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
that's damn cool looking

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
or r u being wols?

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
lol

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
and then we just stick the printed A4 table sign up sheet thingy underneath it

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
lol

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
I meant put a table on the mahjong paper

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
BIG

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
but it'd be so big

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
LOL

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
HAHAHAHA

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
BUT WHO'D WANNA WRITE THEIR NAME SO BIG

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
THEY DONT HAVE TOO

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
lol

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
I AM NOT WOLS

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
im gonna make it so that there gonna be lots of slots to write on

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
YES YOU ARE!!!

cheryl - to the sounds of a record playing. says:
AM NOT

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
I'm saving this convo

l Elaxodor l Transposed the Phantom Overture onto his guitar and as such is happy l says:
lol

Need one say any more?

POTO the epilogue

2007-05-06T16:37:00.000+08:00

After watching Phantom, everything seemed to remind me of it.

Last night, I went on UG to look up some guitar tabs (yes I haven't done my homework yet), and by some freak chance the guitar tablature for the phantom theme song appeared. I know... what are the chances man?!?!

Then, when I was going to sleep... my lava lamp created this shape that reminded me of the mask...

Then today, my family was at this florist down at the Jap gardens... and All I Ask Of You was playing on their piped in radio music. I mean... I WAS AT A FLORIST!!!! Nonono.... it was a nursery... yes. I WAS AT A NURSERY!!! A FRIGGIN NURSERY!!!

So all of that, I decided, were signs to get me to finally drag my ass to the cd shelf, grab the Phantom Of The Opera album and upload it on my com, which I've been meaning to do for a long time but was too lazy to.

So yes.

I finally have the POTO album on my com

and no homework done.

P.S. The radio station was playing the All I Ask Of You from the Sarah Brightman days... she pwns this new Christine. Not that this new one is bad but Sarah Brightman owns.

EDIT*

AHHHHHHHH!!!!

I just realised that the album is so old that the computer reads ALL the tracks as one.

In other words, I now have a 59 minute long track.

Yay.

Phan Tahm's Thongs

2007-05-04T15:27:00.000+08:00

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS THE SEX!!!!

Yes there were some bits that could've been cooler.

Like the Chandelier being alot faster.

But other than some minor stuff like that,

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS THE SEX!!!!

Think Of Me is possibly the most awesome song from musicals ever.

Granted, I haven't watched many musicals for the very fact that they cost about 50++ bucks a seat, BUT, of all those that I've watched, Think Of Me owns them all.

The theme song is nice as well, but not as nice, in my opinion at least. It was awe inspiring though....VERY awe inspiring.

The intro to the musical.... words fail me at this point of time. I have nothing to say. It is ssoooo awesome that you have to see it for yourself. The building of tension by making the Chandelier seem so spooky then having it rise and having the theme song and the lights cutting out and the flashy lights and the awesome atmosphere of awe and.... and..... and..... I LOVE IT!!!!

Phantom Of The Opera..... more than worth my 52 bucks.

Subtle Subliminal Suanning

2007-05-02T18:32:00.000+08:00

I feel so free now... like I've got nothing to do....

Lol.

I lie, I do have things to do.

BUT!

I can spare the time for now. To part with an honest heartfelt warm message.

To those who're reading this today. For those who feel stressed out. To those who feel like life just aint worth living no more cos the work piles up.

Especially to Joash and Elliot.... the two of you who stood on with dignity and rode the sinking ship into the sea. The two of you who remained firm with history and now stand through the wind and rain for the things you believe in....

To all of you,

To the both of you,

A heart felt

Sincere,

HA!!!!!

IN YOUR FACE!!!!

GEOG PWNS HISTORY!!!!

Lol.

Just Joking.

But on a serious note.

Don't let work get you down. Work ain't worth tears.

But you shouldn't really listen to me....

I get so screwed for tests that I end up not studying and smiling cos I'm that screwed.

=D

Sylar

2007-05-01T18:09:00.000+08:00

Boredom overcame me.

Photoshop that little tart was smiling so seductively.
I could not resist her advances.
Fell into her lousy trap.
Bye economics....

A little photoshop I did of sylar.

In my opinion, the best villian on tv ever.

Web Surfing

2007-04-30T19:12:00.000+08:00

http://acc.groups.vox.com/library/post/6a00d09e54f5b8be2b00d4142fca1c6a47.html

Lol. I love this article. The way they bring forth the argument's ridiculousness is hillarious.

I DIDN'T WRITE THE ARTICLE!!! I JUST READ IT!!!

DON'T JAIL ME!!!

Rioprity

2007-04-29T20:58:00.000+08:00

I should be studying for Geog test tommorrow or preparing for Mock IOP but instead I'm writing a 3 minute speech for Danny.

I suck at prioritizing.

I Feel Pretty

2007-04-29T18:11:00.001+08:00

Mel got me to try this out.

Omg why do I look like a korean chick?

Photoshopping Phun

2007-04-28T16:35:00.000+08:00

WOOHOO!!!

I feel so damn good now.

It's been eons since I last photoshopped a photo to get that Frank-Miller-like comic book effect. The last time I did it I was pretty successful.... but the lines sucked bad.

This time the quality of the pic isn't that fantastic..... but I'm happy. I can't believe I actually wanted to start a webcomic by using this method of making comics. It would've worked, but I needed models and time.

Both of which were very hard to find. Lol.

Haaa..... I'm satisfied. Now to go to studying. Eeeyech.

P.S. Mong reserves the rights to his own face. The picture is only an artistic rendition of a scene with respect to the artist's style and creativity. Only mong has the right to confirm if indeed he (or she?) is an evil-person-with-glowing-eyes-thingy.

This artist, however, might have had past experiences that may prove it so....lol.

Depressing Isn't It?

2007-04-27T18:22:00.000+08:00

Everyone should listen to Joseph Arthur's Honey and the Moon at least once. It's an awesome song.

April has passed me by so quickly. School started out fun but now it's starting to take it's toll. I guess too much of a good thing just makes it bad.

Life is a little more dull now. The weather, though awesomely cool and pleasant, is very wet and rainy. It's getting very very depressing. The fact that work is starting to pile and deadlines are starting to get deadly doesn't help it.

Then again, life can't always be fun and play can it?

This brings to mind another song for me. I don't know.... it just flared up in my mind after I wrote the earlier paragraph down. I Wan't To Break Free by Queen. Maybe it reflects my mental state.... maybe I really want to break free.

I'm sick of being chained to a system and held down. Suffocated by the inability to control much of my destiny. There's so much around me that's happening but I can't control. If these opinions are voiced, administration hassles or bureaucracy is the excuse of it being impossible. If there are no excuses for them, they are ignored. Left to struggle on it's own. To try and take root in the minds of those in a similar situation as you but smothered out by the corrupted tool that is propaganda.

But a few seedlings always survive a storm don't they?

Maybe I'm cynical. But I can't help myself. If being cynical is what it takes to not become a jaded fool, then let me remain cynical. At least these ideas and opinions, emotions or brainwaves, would appear. They might not solidify or take shape in the world around me. They might not materialize in my life. But at least they appear inside.

And that is real enough for me.

No, I'm not emo. It might seem so wouldn't it?

Yes this is angsty but not emo. I wouldn't cut my wrists because of this. I'd struggle. Like the fish in the frigid water encased in its bucket, I would look forward to the day I can swim in a pond before I die. Granted, the pond might be synthetic, but as long as this body, this mind or this soul is even tricked into believing that it has attained freedom, this person is happy.

What the hell am I talking about?

I'm talking about matters like ministerial pay increase. This minute little guppy has not a way of rebuilding the filtration system in its little tank. Bad enough it can't influence the upper echelons of a school, it sure as hell can't touch the men that fancy themselves as Gods. Men who fancy themselves as immortals who's words are as infallible as the bible.

Of course in actual fact, they are as infallible as the fool who died reaching for the gold above the rushing waters of the river.

No one's words are that solid. No entity save for one man, one father and one spirit.

This might seem cliche or even a piece of flattery to a certain teacher, but indeed, critical thinking inspired in TOK has finally endowed me with the ability to (for once in my life) put a name to the gremlin gnawing at my circuits (this has no relation to a certain other gremlin) (I think I shall start to refer to him as a lemming). And the more I see, the more I fear. The more I fear, the more I tire. What use is it to see and not to be able to intervene?

There's no malice in this. I don't intend any. I have my own flaws as with any man. My words might seem harsh but my heart is just sore.

But I can't just sit and keep this inside no more.

There are many instances of things I cannot control. Curse my poor memory for the inability to expose them to you. I want to blame someone or something for this total helplessness but I can't. I know this is how things work. This is how life is.

And because of this, I fear apathy might overcome me.

I apologise for unloading burdens onto you. It is not often that I pour my feelings out onto a public domain. But as I've said, I'm as flawed as the man who lives next to me and I can't help but release this pressure built inside from time to time.

I just pray lord, that this pressure would never consume me.

Oompa Loompas Making Love to Cool Beds

2007-04-25T20:23:00.000+08:00

I sit here right now, with my Chem Prac due, my Mock IOP due and my Econs IA due.

But the weather is oh so lovely for a good night's sleep.

Not to mention drama was exhausting.

As such, I just spent the last 15 minutes rolling over my bed enjoying the coolness of it's surface. The rain at this hour is perfect. It cools my bed and my pillow. Rolling over it and just lying there enjoying the airiness of my room and the cool surface of my bed made me just feel so sleepy.

And as such, I spent another half hour napping.

Lol.

Today was quite a bad day. XBox/PS2 rental returns was abysmal (a whopping $18). Geog was fun.

Talking to Lionel and finishing the 150 pokemons list was awesome.

Oh and yeah, dude, if you're reading this, we've actually finished the list. Lol. there was a numerical error and the numbers 134 and 28 were repeated.

Lol.

Sorry about that!

But other than geog, the rest of the periods were pretty boring.

Argh.

I'm now observing my lava lamp.

It's interesting. When you turn it on, the wax has to melt. This causes very undesirable and hideous freaks of wax clumps that make it so painful to watch it's like viewing Emil porn with gay monkeys and Uncle Toms clambering all over the screen.

After that however, the wax melts and travels around in its little glass room with such gaiety like that of an Oompa Loompa finding chocolate in a forest of Gumball Trees.

Reminds me of how sometimes I've got to get this lazy ass running and force it to do such unpleasant stuff before I can enjoy anything what-so-ever. Which reminds me of my aforementioned work.

Me and my bigass smart mouth.

Aquatic Shell-Mouse

2007-04-23T19:51:00.000+08:00

LOL!!! My mom wanted my HUGE bulky HP mouse cos the wireless mouse at her terminal was all screwy, so she bought me a new one. Apart from it being so friggin small (I'm used to the big one, so will take time to get used to a small one), it's so bloody funny. Lol.

It's a cute little shellfish-like thing. Lol.

It just made my day.

P.S. My tagboard seems to have screwed up alittle, so in the mean time, if you wanna tag anything, please write it under comments yeah?

Thanks.

Safari

2007-04-22T08:08:00.000+08:00

It seems that everyone's blogged about the night safari trip already.

Save for me.

I can't believe all of you still had the energy to post about the night out. Lol.

Where shall I begin?

FINE. It was alot more fun that I'd expected it to be but the smells were still pretty bad at times.

JChris, WHY ISSIT MY SCENT?!?!?!?

Cheryl can now effectively be the benchmark of slowness. Slowness MUST be measured in terms of Cheryl now. Like length has metres and mass has kilograms, slow has Cheryl. Yesterday, I learnt that Cheryl, a HL bio student, thought that cows pee milk. PEE MILK. Lol. Then she went all crazy and got scared over this harmless sounding animal. Which eventually turned out to be a pig. Oh and she also got all hyper about a really cool giraffe scotchtape holder at the souvenir shop BEFORE going in to see the real ones. But then again, the giraffes inside were abit of a dissapointment being oh so small.

The coolest exhibits must definitely have been the Rhino and the Bat ones. The Rhino was so friggin huge and yet just seemed so happy chewing on it's bark. So gentle. The armoured plates on it's back were also pretty awesome. Very humbling.

The bat exhibit was also really cool. Cheryl kind of freaked out then, but that one cannot blame her. There was this mega huge one right at the path, hanging off a tree branch. It was so cool. I'd never seen a bat upclose before and it was surprisingly big and docile. Totally unlike the movies. Heh heh. If only I could've touched it.

Oh and there were bats at the entrance as well. Smaller ones. Alot cuter too. Lol.

The little exhibits of the minicreatures were awwww-inducing. They were all small with big, no slash that, huge eyes and were always hugging something.They're like walking soft toys. Like those TY bears but fatter and with TagHeuer sized eyes. It'd be awesome to have such animals as pets.

Joash came up with an idiotic glow every 8 minutes thing as well. Lol. I joined in.

Eliiot had a really gay picture of himself in a pink hat.

What else happened.....

Jim looked like a manslut. Lol.

Patrick was on I-want-a-piece-of-Joash's-ass mode. As always.

Argh. If only I had brought more money. I could've had my own Ben'n'Jerry's cone. Oh and those whom I owe money, PLEASE PLEASE remind me. I always forget who I borrow money from. Thanks yeah?

Oh and the 7-seater cab was AWESOME!!!!

Not so awesome was Anne's uber rich parents and awesome car. The green monster of envy rears it's ugly head. Oh wait.... no that's just Emil. Lol. JK. Not about the Emil bit though....lol.

I wish I was rich.

But the cab ride was another highlight as well. Apart from the uber coolness of riding a 7-seater cab, the conversations we had were so..... queer. Lol. That and Maxicab flag down rates are MAD. 10 bucks a destination. Wtf man.

Anyways, next thing to look out for, bowling. Let's hope someone can get that organised asap.

Stop and Smell the Astroturf

2007-04-20T17:39:00.000+08:00

Cao.

One word.

Need I say more?

For the sake of those who didn't see what happened. I will recount it with as vivid a recount as possible. I'll do this with utter joy but as such, let me savour this feeling.

Ok. Let me begin.

Setting: Classroom
Timeline: Recess

(Cao enters)

People: Hey Cao, we'll dare you to annoy Emil.
Cao: SET!!!

(Cao goes around carrying Emil's guitar case with much slapstick antics)

(Rest of the class laugh their asses off)

(Save for Emil)

It was one of those, you-had-to-be-there episodes. Wonderful I tell you.

Anyways, I had to go back to drama today to move platforms. After I left for home, I suddenly remembered the platform carrying session we were supposed to have today. I rushed down in a taxi just in time for a session of heavy menial labour with my busted hamstring and knees.

It was surprisingly fun. I almost forgot what menial labour was like. It was arduos but very satisfying.

And after everything. After having that cool drink of peach tea. Looking out into the astroturf, watching the people play soccer. Looking off into the sky and seeing its blueish hue. It was all so surreal.

So calm. So pleasant.

Although there was the thing about the sky being alot darker than it usually was but it made it seem all the more surreal. Like it was close to sunset.

I'm not usually a stone and enjoy the scenery kind of guy but because of the out-of-point discussions that took place behind me (Roobs, Ben, William, Zhe Xian, Ben, Jordan), I just decided to enjoy the tranquility.

It's funny though. Only at times where my body was strained to the max. When I did labour (not excercise) with others. Only then do I start to slow myself down and appreciate the things around me.

So calm. So pleasant.

What an awesome way to end one of the worst weeks I've had.

People Change

2007-04-19T19:55:00.000+08:00

What do you do? What can you do? When someone you've known for four years changes, and not for the best. Granted it might not be a change but just a side that he's hidden all of those years, but what do you do when it happens?

How would I keep it in? Can I keep it in? How can I store it inside when I have to look him in the eye outside? I can't lie, I don't want to lie and put on a show for the world to see, but I can't tell him outright and risk the loss of a friend.

Why must people change? Why must people change under change? This all happened when IB began. IB was a fresh start, a new page. Granted, there were indented scribbles from the page before of which I can read and make out a few bits of history, but it was a chance to start anew and improve whatever you needed to improve. Why must he change and show me this side of him?

Do I sit back and hold my peace till the day I crack and break his spirit with all that I've contained? Do I tell him now and risk a mutual dislike? What do I do? Either way, there would be a rift formed between.

So should I just shut up and enjoy what's left of a friendship? Or has it long left?