oww

wa my throat hurts! ow man. OWWWWWWW. i hate it, i hate it quite a lot. cos it's PAINFUL when i EAT. swallowing is painful. its the worst my throat has ever had! i'm eating pears with salt and i have to drink this bottle of black liquid that costs $1.60, some herbal tea i think. and i have to drink a lot, alot of water or it will hurt more when my throat is dry. i guess that's good. anyway i already have the habit of bringing a bottle of water wherever i go, so it doesn't bother me too much. my diet these 2 days isn't helping things much hehe. i had the pontian mee with extra fried wonton at the heeren today. every swallow hurts like crap la. as in, swallowing sth down the throat, not swallow as in, the swallow, the bird. i'm sorry, this is for the benefit of idiots who read this blog. no la, i'm not calling you an idiot, i'm just saying that there may be idiots reading this blog (like, other people, with different computers).

went to orchid orchard today. i used to confuse the two when i was younger- was such a dim child. *shakes head. it's not that i'm not dim now though. still am.

so anyway, i went to orchard today. daniel was bored with the hols, so i suggested going to orchard to walk and buy stuff. erm, ok, shop. so i suggested this thingo, "shopping", and we decided to call people along- not a really bright idea on hindsight. haizahoi (an evolution of the boring "haiz"), shall not really elaborate. it's real ____ when interests differ. i can't quite think of a word. first few nominees were "frustrating", "vexing", "irritating". but seeing these were "arghhhhhhh" words, (and i don't wish to turn my blog into a negative one) i decided against their usage. so there, you've read my mind. but i still feel these words are not very apt, since my feelings weren't that extreme. just that i was specially singled out for being "guai-lan". haha man!

so there will probably be some hard feelings still harboured by people at this point of time (10.49pm). not on my part though. i'm like, i'm cool. i'm just dulan over my throat. so anyway, back to the shopping. it's like, the first time i've really shopped in orchard (as in combing the area and shops). today, i covered wisma, ngee ann city, paragon and heeren. it's only today i realise that there are like 1305802351 esprit outlets in singapore. that's pronounced ee-spreet. yes, ee-spreet. or ass-preet. or ee-ass-preet. ass-pre-eet. ee-spur-it. assp-rit.

so anyway. i bought a pair of teva sandals and a liverpool shirt. it was good shopping in singapore today. bye, and thanks daniel.







and oh ya, i had my hair cut for 5 dollahs at amk. it looks decent.

okay, it sucks. i took the train from Orchard to Yio Chu Kang. it was a pretty long ride since i was standing. i took 72 home. the bus ride took less than 20 minutes. i alighted opposite my house and used the traffic light when i crossed the road to get home. i hope i get well soon.

a true love's kiss only applies to heterosexual relationships i think

tuesday was the day before. i'm blogging this at 12.31am, on thursday, 29 november. tuesday, i was sick. things change pretty fast. i am still sick. but at least i don't have a fever now, just a stupid sore throat. my throat has NEVER been this sore since... i had a throat. oh well, it sucks man. anyway, tuesday was okay. i have pictures because weijie brought along his pro, $1000++ camera. 2 gigabytes of photos were shot. inadvertantly some were of me. weijie contacted me on msn not too long ago, claiming he was bored. i asked him to send pics of me with my friends. apparently there were none. like, wth. so all i have are solo shots, most taken without my knowledge/consent. and this, my reader/s, is why i have rejected fame all these years. it's almost equivalent to voyeurism, and that's a scary thought.

and so i have the loserish, sad, shameless job of commenting on my own photos and i don't really relish it. but hey, i have to make do, to keep the blog running and remind you of me.





this is me, looking fat in a cap and blur as a whirr ( i don't see the link, but hey it rhymes).




this is me, laughing at the cameraman.




after pool, we went bowling. at kovan. i hate bowling, because i suck at it. it's natural (this feeling of hating sth because of sucking in it), isn't it? what a waste of moneh.

and this is why i suck at bowling.


this is me, dancing off with the bowling lane.


this is me, watching my 12lbs (bowling) ball, relieved that it hasn't gone into the longkang... YET. (something in me screams watermelon!! but the sense in me tells me to resist)


this is me, reacting as the watermelon edges ever closer towards the longkang.


this is me, shrugging my shoulders, as i realise that a strike is out of the question.




so that concluded the day. had dinner at some hawker centre before taking bus 112 home. i'm still wondering if i should catch liverpool-porto at 3am. it's nearing 1 now. o well.



and yes, if you're wondering why i'm wearing a cap - bad hair day. actually my hair is sucky all the time, but well. i don't really like wearing a cap. it kinda makes me feel like i'm a gnome.

oh no.

this is bad. after hours of figuring out what my sickness is ( my very clever friends suggested malaria -.-), i figured from my sister that i'm down with...




































a sore throat. well you can't blame me, since i've hardly been sick this year. or at least i think so. i only remember feigning having a mysterious sickness that ruled me out from school so that i could study recuperate at home. thank God i've had good health throughout the year!

step by step

hi everyone. i have this uncomfortable thing stuck in my throat, and it doesn't feel good when i swallow. the past 24hours, my body has been hot, yet i feel chilly and goosebumps appear.

being sick sucks.

wise me decided not to stay at home and zzz, but went to play pool downstairs before going to bowl at kovan with my friends. hopefully i'll be alright by tomorrow, because monkeys are furry.

98%!!!!!!!

OMIGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


BUDDEN AGAIN, IT ISN'T TO BE TRUSTED.


this is stupid.



and ps: i have an 83% chance of being with jessica alba. harharhar

KT Tunstall - Other Side of The World

this is a beautiful song.



i like certain songs by kt tunstall.

lyrics:

Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water

The fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

The fire fades away

Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore

The fire fades away

this my class, four four 2007.

that all. dont thinks will miss it that much. but anyway, good luck and take care, every one of you. =)


(btw, i'm doing the alien hand if you can spot me. COOL huh???)

troll on knoll

greetings beings. just dropped by to compose a post. there, a post.

it's late already, i'm going to sleep. good night and sweet dreams.

backgrounder

today chicken, tomorrow and the rest of the week no chicken.

wooo. me tired. me lying on bed with comp on pillow on stomach with aircon and fan on. aircon on at 24 degrees celsiuis and fan on at level... 2. i actually got off from my relack position to check. me wearing a cap to flatten down grass on my head on top. now fan off. i hear aircon and the typing on the keyboard. when i breathe i hear it too. and yay this post is going nowhere and my bolster is by my side and i haven't really cleared up my room and stuff.

and yay but sad, because cec is over. ( ha i actually typed out "because o lvl is over" before changing). i'm tired, my feet are tired. i actually slept like a pig on the bus. but then it's dumb, because like duh, pigs sleep like pigs. and now my comp is making some whirring noise. i believe it has to do with some fan. sounds like it. its irritataing and disrupts my blogging flow. ok now its stopped. i can't believe i blew 3000 dollars (along with most of the cat high '07 batch) on this stupid comp. sianz. anw, back to cec. yes, i'm super tired now. dammit fan's whirring again. argh.

ok, where was i. i guess people like nickang, edwin, gene low and daniel are at something called red camp now. it clashed with cec, but obviously i went for cec. and i seriously don't regret it. i got to know people better. and i guess they saw a little glimpse of the other side of me, hehehe. so lamb. i'm looking forward to the next one! and maybe make like, 2 more friends.

it's both crazy and hilarious that my sis is seriously considering buying a dog. ok, so some lame person would probably say something like "doesn't she already have a dog? (ie ME)". ok lame jokes aside (i'm a pig anw), it's kinda odd to have a dog in the house. especially when the people at home are all not very dog people. like dog people. you know, dog people, cat people. then there are also people like me. i don't know what kinda person i am. i don't take to animals. i'm not particularly warm towards humans too. i guess i'm just me.

i haven't touched my hamster for a rather long time. it's not my hamster actually. my sis bought it. she touched it like, a few times. i don't know. most of the time i don't notice the presence of any hamster in the house, though the cage is right smack in the middle of the living room. heck, i'm more enthralled with a lizard crawling across the bathroom. and there are rumours that i kick my soccer ball at the cage. haha yes, i don't love my hamster (esp. during the o lvls when i was cramming like shit and thus stupid thing was sleeping eating and shitting), but i don't hate it either. it's not particularly noisy or smelly. i'm really indifferent to its presence or absence. i feel sorry for it in fact, since it has a stupid name. smithy, i think. if i were called smithy, i'd like... smith myself to death. so i'd to clarify that i ain't an animal abuser and am not wanted by the spca. i have NO relationship with my hamster. that's all. the novelty has worn off.

woah my feet are dying. it's been a day full of walks. in the morning i had traffic control stuff to do. haha, just stood around and made spanking motions. then slacked the morning away since there were no games to be played as there was some rehearsal. games in the afternoon, concert at night. it was tiring but it was a worthy cause. felt kinda happy seeing the kiddos having such a good time. it's true that most of the time someone's joy is coming from another's misery. but well, it was misery that we were happy to go through! it was all quite worth it. hols have been going past rather quickly... NO!!!! i still have plans sia.

it was funny today. i was given a kitten ( or maybe a dwarf cat. i don't really know much about animals. in fact i don't know much about anything. serious.) to carry. it went horribly wrong and i guess i almost broke it's backbone or sth since i sorta grabbed it around the midriff and it didn't look exactly comfortable, like me. i'm glad it escaped unscathed ( i think la). hopefully i see it around one of these days and manhandle cuddle it again.

i've finished my secondary school education. i am so freaking old. life is coming to get me! can't really run, he's got me by my tail, reeling me in. (ok so that was kinda lame since i dun actually have a tail. i wanted to put like, he's got me cornered, but found it rather common. so there. well, it's figurative so anything goes right??)

woo i love working my creative juices (when inspired). hmmm i hope to be more myself in person next time, then perhaps people would shun me more.

hmm hmm

furtive glances and shifting eyes. i wonder if there's more to it, both ways. in addition to other actions.

but then again, so what? circumstances are such that we're just not ready and it may just be a silly thing in hindsight.

sad but true! my gosh, so many experiences in life and feelings to embrace/be shattered by. life is good. =)

v is for vitagen

v is for vitagen,
it's good for your digestion.

YES, i've finally remembered this song that used to ring in my head haha. a revisit to my childhood, which i hardly have any memories of! all i remember was

- loving smearing my clothes with koko krunch ( is it spelt this way, anyway?). koko krunch gets to this mushy state when like you add liquid to it. and the liquid in case then was sa-li-va! haha.

- shitting my underwear at home. underwear, and not pants, as i used to totter around home with nothing more than these:



an oversized shirt and underwear. seksi man.

- loving dinosaurs (the picture reminded me)

- getting smarter and using a potty instead. and i would create a makeshift toilet with cushions, mattresses and stuff. even at that age i knew what privacy was. i'm incredible.

- making a mess in my pants at kindergarten and having the teacher use a hose to spray at me in the toilet (the way you wash elephants). that moment has stuck in my mind somehow.

- fighting with some little ruffian in kindergarten over yakult stickers. we were like rolling over and stuff.

- calling up my best friend and telling him i hated him before hanging up abruptly. i've never had a very strong sense of friendship and stuff. which is, saddening. but this was like in k2. hopefully i'm more matured now, haha.

- pulling down a love rival's pants. yes, i had crushes even in kindergarten. and speaking of crushes...

actually i do remember quite a lot about my childhood. but they're sorta faint though (like duh?). unlike a certain ying ying st.clair ($%^&* her).

so well. i'm kinda lazy to list down the highlights of my childhood, it's kinda boring for all of us, isn't it. i still think pictures work better!




there's a fag and his sister.



that's a fag with long hair.

some of you may find these pics familiar, no? i'm sorry, i still have quite a few of these, but i'm oh-so-lazy to scan them. i think i look a wee bit different now though. (ie more *ahemsome)

haha, just kidding. but i still can't get over the fag fact that i used to be so fag. i think i still am though.


holidays have been wonderful thus far. quite meaningful and fulfilling as well as busy (in a good sense, i guess). instead of whiling my time away at home (probably playing xbox, sleeping), i'm pretty involved in church stuff. i like kids actually, as much as i make myself out to be as evil as possible. but the basis is, i still am an asshole. har har. you know when someone calls himself an asshole, something is damn wrong with him. ok, so maybe not to a large extent, but you may be right.

guess what? i think i may be going through a phase people call teenagehood, at the grand old age of 16! ok, so it still is pretty much a teenage age, but some people turn weird when they are like 13,14? yes, teenagehood= turning weird imo. for me, it's turning weirder. so well. this hols has been good so far (i might have already said this), as i embark upon the journey of self-discovery! these are actually the tentative aims of the way i utilise this dec hols (a SUPER precious one, ok but so are the rest actually):

1) my initial main aim was to get fit and healthy.
2) to read more. i'm seriously shallow. just look at my blog. it's the deepest i can go. LOL.
3) this one just in. a new one. to grow up.


it's been fortunate i haven't been in a mixed school the last four yrs. mainly because of

BGRs.

yes, yes. anti-love, anti-romance me is touching on this touchy topic! woohoo. *ascends

while on one hand i slag it off immediately and think, hmmm bad bad- affects studies and all the complications, i still think that it may have helped me grow faster (eg. interaction with the OThER SEX).

and when i mention BGR, i don't mean like, bf and gf kinda stuff. like general friendships between boys and girls. i've long realised that i've hardly had any female friends in MY LIFE, and i'm damn serious!

so gradually, even since i left p school, the barrier between me and uh, girls has been getting higher and higher! to the point when i can't get my fat ass over the wall!! and all i can manage is to peer over the wall and give some stupid smirk or a lameass "what?". my gosh, my figuritive description is so apt.

so u can pretty much tell that i have a major issue with girls (ie communication). obviously it doesn't help that i'm the *ahem quiet kind and that i am seem anti-social. even in primary school i hardly ever talked to girls.

and i'm only bringing this up because i'm going to junior college next year and i may have to get married to one of them in future. well well, it seems like an issue i can't really avoid. and i feel that, hey, i'm almost already 17. and that is damn old and i still can't speak to girls. haha, joke!




wooo, it's been a pretty heavy post so far. i'm getting too honest, omigosh. and i can't imagine who would read this.


oh well, i've really gotta go sleep soon. till then.

woah, woah

my posts are getting longer. please, tell me, if you'd prefer them this way (though really, your opinions don't matter since this isn't a commercial blog afterall =( ).


this has been aided by my ability to focus on blogging and only blogging. i realise now that i CANNOT multi-task.

great, i'm figuring alot about myself this hols. i love that.

Vitagen is the healthier probiotics drink.

well... my title is just really random. i draw inspiration from things around me, and when i blog it's usually things on the comp table (that inspire me). like the apple flavoured vitagen bottle next to my keyboard (now empty). i'm not sure what vitagen does exactly... it's apparently good for your digestion apparently? and about this moment this vitagen song plays in my mind. it goes something like

something something (i've forgotten the words) vitagen,
it's good for your digestion!

it's so nice that vitagen and digestion rhymes. i love things that click in place nicely. i'm pretty much a perfectionist when it comes to certain things like this. i can't think of a general grouping of stuff in which i am a perfectionist, but well. i guess i'm weird that way.

haha i don't think anyone would really understand what i'm saying. i'm not too sure myself too. i mean it's clear in my mind what i am thinking, but to lay it out in words is sorta beyond me at times.





ahhhhhh this post is going nowhere. it's funny that sometimes inspiration comes and goes. when something becomes routine (ie blogging every night, or at least trying to), it gets harder to get inspired.

today was the first day of the children's enrichment camp, in which i am a small small games section helper. i just sorta stand around, and make sure the kids do the correct stuff and don't get hurt. i also helped in the games deco and the cleaning up and stuff. i'm trying to make myself as useful as possible, haha, cos i'm pretty hopeless when it comes to stuff like forming relationships and winning people over with charm and charisma. i've realized pretty much that i've not been made that way and programmed that way, and my way of expression is through writing (and typing). i've accepted and become accustomed to the fact that i'm not a social animal! which is good in a way, since i hardly make enemies this way. like, the less words you say, the less danger there is in offending someone. and and *ahem ahem it seems that the wiser ones don't really speak much *ahem ahem ahem.

so, *ahem ahem, pardon me, my cough is really acting up on me, as i was saying, *ahem ahem, today was the first day of CEC. i suppose most who read this blog aren't from my church, so i'd sorta explain briefly what it is. well, cec stands for children's enrichment camp, and it's organised by thomson road baptist church, my church. it's sorta an annual thing and the church people are involved in it. it's a day camp and it lasts for four days (20-23 nov). so well, i'm pretty much a NOOBBBBB myself, since this is the first year i'm in it. so yeah, it's sorta a fresh experience for moi. besides, i've been thinking, i may not be too free during the hols the next few years. awww. maybe next year probably, but when i'm in j2 i would be taking my a's. wooo, the a levels.

it's strange that i've never really been part of a team effort. ok, actually i have, but it's fast becoming a queer feeling to be a part of a team after my days of mugging in solitude for the o's. (ps i nv believed in group studying). i was in the pri sch bball team, and yeah maybe there was some camaraderie felt there. scouts too, albeit for 6 months hahaha. being part of the tennis team was also great... woah actually the feeling of being in a team is wonderful. the shared goals and the hardwork put in and the satisfaction at the end...

i think the ability to connect with a fellow human being is priceless! like seriously, a person who can think and feel ( ok, i'm sounding like a freak here, but please, it's just what i'm really thinking at the moment). i think that God's creations are really wonderful. man, the ability to analyse and sense and love! seriously, it's overwhelming me now, this realization. and this is when i think of marriage being such a lovely thing, the union of two lives, and again one common goal. and when i think of marriages and stuff, i think of other things closer to me that are more real to me, and suddenly this beautiful image within some bubble is shattered.

it's not that it affects me though, and this seriously comes from the bottom of my heart. i can do without a ******. it's no big deal really. i guess i'm a really detached person. and i'm afraid that this may come back to haunt me some day like a double-edged sword, for i tend to be fickle in stuff like *ahem. not that the *ahem stands for anything in particular, i really couldn't bring myself to type out certain things that are i feel uncomfortable with haha, for i am such a innocuous and anti-*ahem kinda person.

ok, so i figured that you wouldn't be figuring out anything from that paragraph. and so i have little choice but to tell you what the *ahem is. it's love.

not that i've LOVED (as in really husband-wife kinda LOVE) any girl before though (not at this freaking age!) . but it's just that, i'm not the kind of person who is really intense in his feelings, i'm more the kinda whose feelings just skim the surface. which makes me seem somewhat unfeeling at times. and this is what, i reckon, makes me seem emotionless and un-emo. i've never really been emo in my life. even in what others may see as rather testing times. it's not that i'm like, super resilient and strong and able to put aside stuff. it's simply because they don't affect me at all, cos i'm so freaking detached! and it seems good, it seems bad.

hmmm

please refer to this, or you'd have no inkling on what i'm talking about.



if i really did that, it'd be hard to find her, since my drawing is like, to put it nicely,

KNS.

and it's not like i'm some scary guy who goes around on subways (as in, trains.) looking out for future life partners.

seriously, you'd have to agree on me on this one, it's kinda queer isn't it? but maybe there was this *ting! (as in, fairygodmother spell *ting! ) moment for this fella.

anyways and anyhows, good luck to you, subway stalker.

new policies

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payment procedure:

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7) very much.
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i'm sorry, i really do need a holiday job...

social skills = 0

greetings beings! ( my gosh, even i'm finding this a little overused... shall think of a new greeting sooooooon enough. inspire me, someone!)

first of all... YAY, more grad night photos courtesy of liyuan! a fellow pool fan! koped these from his facebook album weehee.



i am looking damn sian here because this was about the time when they cleared the food off the buffet tables. and if you're wondering why my hand is on wilson's head, i was trying to balance a tomato or rose on his hair... can't remember which. sometimes you forget important things like this, and it sucks. but i'm quite sure wilson went around walking with a rose/tomato in his head for quite some time after that. hmm, which makes me think that it was more of a rose than a tomato, since a tomato is sorta more like spherical and able to rove about and fall off more easily. so yep, i guess it was a rose. well done, sherlock me.

ok, so maybe the real reason is because i can't pose in pictures. i'm not a poser, you see.


here i am looking as if i'm about to puke, and i still have that sian expression in my eyes. photo taking just isn't my cup of tea, i'm thinking. and my mouth is still shut, yay. sealed lips. i have gold in my mouth and i'm not just about to allow them to spill out anytime you see. no, gold not equals cavities/false teeth/gold teeth. go figure. ( figure what?! i'm spouting nonsense. sorry, it's 12.40am and my brain ain't functioning that good. i think it works better in the mornings, when i can discern whether its time to wake up or sleep more, and usually its the latter. ah, lazy me, rooted to the bed like a tree.)



i don't know? but if you could just imagine liyuan without his shirt it may look like he may be wearing a red version of a borat thong. ok, sorry. thanks for the pics.




ok, that's it for grad night photos... for now perhaps. apparently teng the wee is compiling grad night photos taken by 4-4 people onto a shared website or something. hopefully it works out, but i'm not too hopeful.

woo, i hate macdonald's. like seriously. i hate the food they serve. it's horrijibly horrijiber. wah, the aftermath of a huge macdonald BIG MAC EXTRA VALUE MEAL is too much for me to take. to think some people have their mac's on a regular basis. gosh... unbearable. i now have macdonald's breath... and i'm half thinking as i let out a burp if ronald macdonald may pop up from beneath my bed and drown me in some curry sauce. ronald macdonald... ronald macdonald.... he scares me. man, i'm now having my own supersized me moment. ah, i'm swearing off mac's for the rest of my hols. unless of course, i'm left with no choice (which is usually the case each time i feast on artery-clogging food). give me a veggie delight from subway anytime man... it's like so much better.

WOOLY GUNGULI! this is about to turn into a ranting post! oh, what the heck. it's late at night, it's quiet save for the whirring of my air-conditioning, and i'm so focussed on blogging, and there's no one bugging me on msn (ok, so this is the norm actually). so i guess i'm really working out my blogger in me now... great. i wish i could make some kinda money from this, it's kinda slacky haha. damn u xiaxue/kennysia.

but first of all i'd need a social life, haha. and so i think, forget it, and my hopes (not very fervent or realistic ones. in fact, very very slight and way back at the back of my mind) of becoming a professional blogger (HOLD ON A MOMENT, IS THERE SUCH A THINGO? i do think xiaxue and kennysia have proper jobs) go right out the window. obviously it's something that is way out of question since blogging alone can't earn you a decent living (not even a miserly one, hahaha. i've earned nothing from this blog thus far, save for some understanding from fellow beings). it would certainly be nice though, to thoroughly enjoy your job. like i do find total relaxation by typing on this www.blogger.com/post-create page. it's my way of talking to people and bringing across whatever zany ideas i have without totally embarassing myself in person. hehehe, i love that. and yes, i'm grinning before the computer screen now. i laugh to myself too, and that is DAMN freaky.

so yeah. post so far has been about random, disjointed stuff. i've been thinking about stuff lately, like how a dragonball came about. no, i lied, actually i was thinking about that on the eve of the o's. i'm positive. you can ask edwin. i phoned him the night before the o's to enquire about the dragonball and what exactly it is. and goodness gracious, he actually explained it to me in such a serious tone i was wondering if he jumped straight out of the series.

the convo went something like this:

me - "eh edwin, what's a dragonball ah?"
"?!?!" (not that he said something like "question mark exclamation mark question mark exclamation mark". but this may kinda be his expression i would deduce. i think la. edwin pls tag to confirm.)

"like, really, what's a dragonball?" (at this point, images of the neopet dragon, forgot his name, compressed into a ball flash through my mind. i'm honest.)

"er, it's like... (he goes on to say something about seven balls coming together to form some powerful ball, the dragonball. i've forgotten exactly what he said.)

"oh okay... so does some dragon feel a little imbalance below his waist at this juncture when the dragonball is formed? (presumably the dragonball is one half of the dragonballs.)" (i say something like this at this point, i can't exactly remember, i'm sorry.)

"=.=" (i don't totally know if edwin did suddenly grow super obvious double-eyelids at this point, but i guess so. i guess so. )


i don't know man, i was THAT high a month ago. i go kinda crazy in some circunstances. like seriously. i've done more than my fair share of zany stuff in my lifetime. and most of the time it's boliao stuff like this. and after that i think to myself, "get a life derek!". but it usually doesn't last till the next time circumstances that drive me to nuttiness present themselves. so to conclude, Johnson's baby bedtime powder contains talc and fragrance.

2.15 am

greetings beings! boy do i feel creative this monday morning! i'll be sleeping in approximately half an hour's time (like really asleep, senseless. i just love it when i knock off.). will awake in approximately 6-7 hours time. it's no wonder i've been feeling a wee bit tired these days! and this is just a lameass pointless post. but well, just trying out the cryptic post mode. wheee.




i like.

yay hey! i'm back!

just to say that i've got thoughts i would really like to express to certain people, and it does not necessarily mean it's got to do with *ahem*. my *ahem* is SO coded, that you'd never ever guess what it is, since its safely lost within my myriad of thoughts. or maybe *ah-choo!* knows. or perhaps *poot* would like to find out?

ok now, enough with noises bodily functions make.



































LET'S GO ON TO ANIMAL NOISES, SHALL WE?


so maybe this *oink-oink!* would like to know what the *moo* i'm talking about. but it's just too *chirp-chirp* because my lips are sealed and there's no way any *eeyor* is gonna find out what i'm thinking. but like, who the *BAHHHHHHHHH* cares!

7

previous post was a calamity, something stupid. but i'm just gonna leave it there for keeps' sake to remind myself never to rant on my blog again because it makes me sound stupid. i'm happy with my life, really. just b-o-r-e-d. off to devotions and prayer now then. then off to sleep. hopefully i'll dream of a remedy personified. woah this white colouring thing that forces you to highlight is something really cool. i like.

woooooo

greetings beings. it's now 1.25am and i'm still up. why, it's the holidays after all ain't it?

i can feel my life spiraling out of control! i wonder how i was so conscientious during my primary school days. sucha freak. i brand myself as pretty much a slacker now. tend to take things a little too lightly. i'm like getting flighty and not being very focussed. and then you say, it's after the o levels, relax! but not when i've listed my interests being current affairs, politics and philosophy in my humans scholarship application!

whoa, i'm finally getting to taste what life is really about! woohoo to that! life is about working your ass off, meeting deadlines and being smart! i'm not a really street smart person, i've realised. neither am i someone who adapts easily, i've realised too! wah, seriously, i've had damn little experience in life. when i scan through what i've been doing the past few years, i think i've blown it.

(oh ya, by the way, beowulf seriously reminds me of macbeth. )


my school life has been pretty screwed thus far. primary school was lame, i barely keep in touch with anyone from my pri school. like, wth. sometimes i regret the decisions i make (ie transferring from the best em1 class in aitong to an em2 class). seriously, choices, choices.

and perhaps that sorta contributed to my a2 in chinese and my total lack of proficiency in the mother tongue! wah, my chinese sucks so bad! i come from an english-speaking home you see. but that isn't an excuse la, since i know of people who have the same circumstances yet do well in chinese. i guess i just suck! my chinese for now is like, basic conversational. but don't talk to me in chinese, you'll have me huh-ing and hemming and hawing! ok, that happens when i converse in english too, actually. wah, i suck!

i'm actually a-o-kay when i speak with people i'm familiar with, like i can really freely express and be myself! and you can count that number of people with both hands.

(shit i dont know if i'm hungry or what now, but my stomach feels kinda weird. stupid gastric juices. great, it's put me in a sucky mood! woo )

yay, a ranting post! finally! i've never really used my blog as an outlet, cos i really felt all this while i didn't really need to vent anything. but now i'm just being bored hahaha. in a sorta you know, reflective kinda mood. when i see people around me and look at the retarded way i'm leading my life, i do get thinking. i get envious, i wonder and i make comparisons. though i may seem blase, lifeless, boring, BLEH, i actually am pretty opinionated. it's just that, it's just that, i keep me opinions to meself. cos my mouth is perpetually shut and i hate it when people ask why i'm so shy and yadayada. i like can? i only open my mouth when it's time to eat and it's time to brush teeth and it's time to call Mc Delivery!!!!


rahhhhhhhhhhhhh! i'm BORED!!!!!! typing typing, this has to keep going i hope it keeps going... okok thinking of something to type! er er ok got it. i've been spending quite a substantial amount of time in church these days and there's this particular person who keeps asking me why i'm scared of girls! i'm not scared, dammit, i'm just not accustomed to interacting with the fairer sex! and i'm dead serious on that cos i've never ever recalled speaking to a girl! i guess cat high screwed me ( in terms of being a normal guy who can converse normally with girls!). but cat high is good, cat high is good.


so on the issue of girls, i seriously don't know how to engage a girl in a conversation. i'm okay on msn, but that pretty much is where it ends. and gosh, i'm going to college next year! a mixed school! with girls! i guess i'll just have to speakkkkk slowwwlyyyy. and listen more atteeennttaatively. cos, the situation now is like, i'll be so spastic and going "what?" before like scuttling off when a girl speaks to me. hahaha! and and and, i think, i think, it's a huge turn-off and i recognise that! i mean like i have things to say, like when i ponder later on, and "hindsight" the "conversation", and i realise that i could have acted in a more normal manner like i do around familiar people (ie GUYS).




and great, i just realised that this post would be publicised to the WORLD!!! hoohoo. but it's okay, since maybe this is what a blog is about in the first place for some peeps. a RANTING outlet! woohoo so there completes my first RANTING post! wanna subscribe?!?!

KT Tunstall - Suddenly I See ( suddenly bak qiu kua tio! )

Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
It makes you calm
She holds you captivated in her palm

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me

I feel like walking the world
Like walking the world
You can hear she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl
She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white
Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember
What you heard
She likes to leave you hanging on her word

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me

And she's taller than most
And she's looking at me
I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine
Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower
A big strong tower
She got the power to be
The power to give
The power to see

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me


i like this song, and i think of someone each time it plays. no, it's not kt tunstall. it's hahaha jacked (highlight to see)

so cute

oh, it's a song??

hols

woah so busy these days doing cec decoration. eck, applying for humans scholarship now. so mafan la, photostat stuff and take passport photos and must decide what subjects to take. i seriously have no clue.

i will discuss with my family and friends tomorrow morning.




he ain't heavy, he's my brother

well, just something random. pondering upon the extent someone would go to for love.

GRAD NIGHT

woo watching titanic on channel 5 now... just watched the super touching part where jack and rose were in the freezing cold water. wabiang, felt a little *brrr myself. now rose is singing to herself and jack seems dead, woohoo.

"Jack? Jack!"

"Jack, there's a boat, jack!"

shakes Jack's lifeless arm.

"Jack! Jack! Jack!"

awwww. now she's crying and the stupid sad "ahh ahhh ahh" song is playing. wa i feel like crying.


hmmm. now she tells jack she'll never let go, i promise, and leaves him to sink to the depths of the ocean. now she's blowing some whistle. man does she look pale!

ok, there's an old woman on the screen now.



ok, grad night. not gonna write much about it cos i didn't win any lucky draw. besides i'm sure u guys are more interested in the peektures.



posers in their blazers. hahaha.


grad night video.

the food was not great, but well.





low and ys.

sry i'm quite tired now so i'm keeping captions to a minimum hehe.


gab and cucumber.


bread and butter. and me.


acting big shot.


acting gay.



dont know la.


low copy me.


borat is king.


told u low copy me.













no la, i wasn't really bothered about the food.



aaron, wilson and edwin.


aaron and wilson.


low and intelligence zero.


edwin and wilson kua tio giu.




i look like cock.


edwin getting manhandled.


chio bu plus 2 posers = ?


my friend fly in lift.


kevin and me compare who fat, but can't see.


sry, lousy camera.


me in edwin cousin blazer. can't see, but no difference anyway.


aaron and terrence.


this my family.


sorry very tired... must sleep. gd nite.

i am cow, hear me moo

greetings beings. ah, a respite from the strenuous clearing of all traces of secondary school life. *oh, news just in, my sister says i may have to keep my amath tb and maybe science stuff?? oh wth.

i don't know man. but i was so looking forward to some book-burning. already had the prologues done with the manic shredding of chemistry and physics tys-es and any olevel textbook i could find in the classroom. it was SUPER fun.

HAHAHA. there's a side of me that was born to be wild. hmm, ya right. gabriel already had me quaking in my flip-flops yesterday night with his lameass ghost stories hahaha. but seriously, i can barely recall the stories. perhaps the gist of it, but not enough to scare me into sleep deprived nights! haha, fortunately i don't have the best memory around. so, you don't scare me with your scary-face-in-the-blanket story and the zhua1-dao4-le4 story, more-man-than-man GABRIEL GOH.


tsk, tsk


alright, while i'm on and about gabriel goh, i'd just like to declare what a total #$%^&* he was for most of the past 24 hours.

gabriel, you still suck. but at least you're funny, unlike edwin, who does nothing else but go into "pangs of stupidity" and sleep-talking about Irene (?!)


sigh, the impending freedom is too much to take. like, what am i to do with my life for the next two months?! (HAHAHAHAHAHAH, i smell jealousy)

but well, it's been a LONG due break. it's been a torrid year man. *shakes head.

eck, a's will come soon enough. and national service (*swells with patriotism at the thought) and what scary stuff it brings along (bmt? tekong? brunei?). SERIOUSLY, i know NUTS about the army. and looking at the ncc people after hanging out with them, it seems that i'd be rather ill-prepared for nacional service... hmmmm. maybe i'll train more haha. and try to be tougher.

oh ya, speaking about wussiness, my frailties were displayed for all to see on the 13 november '07. ok maybe not all as in the whole world, but most of my class. haha. clever me having spotted a few of my companions happily perched atop the monkey bar, decided to join in the fun with no thoughts about the complications it might bring about given my humji-ness. so well, go up cannot come down la. dare not jump down. dunno leh, i've always been a more cautious person and someone who looks before he leaps. add to that my over-imaginative mind of possible scenarios that might be played out in real, and there you have it- the inability to be a hero brave. so maybe bravery doesn't necessarily have to be in tandem with recklessness, but i guess at our level recklessness may be a rather valued and respected quality (quality?). so i end up having neither and gabriel and eugene come to the rescue with a step ladder from the nearby basketball court while i am stranded like a fat cat on a tree. haha, what a sight.

so i guess i'm more alpha-wuss than alpha-male for now. oh well, ranting in this post like a sissy boy doesn't aid the cause hahaha. walao, so gay, this post damn gay.

alright so i've been beating round the bush (perhaps looking for my barbie? -.-), and haven't really recounted the "stayover" at changi. so perhaps i shall delve into it a little deeper now.

so after the mcq papers, it was a big whee! yet i couldn't really feel that elation in me somehow, i don't know why. tearing up chem tys-es i found in a bin did help to loosen my mood a little, but i wasn't as happy or content as i had thought i would be! so a pretty sizeable group of 4-4 people went to amk together to eat. ended up walking around amk hub for quite some time. was initially apprehensive and indecisive over the changi salami (i don't know, it just rhymes ok! i did check "salami" up... some kinda meat it seems), as i was pretty shagged. but well, zaniness prevailed over sense for once (after the o's, afterall, and things don't always work the way they did) and i did decide to just go lor. went to edwin's house with gab as a stopover before changi-ing our way to changi via bus 53 at bishan interchange with eugene low.

so well, had some chat in the bus, of which some were serious and some were not so serious. banter mostly centred upon funny or scary stuff though. and gabriel was being high showing off his mussels.




hmm, can't connect my phone to my sister's comp. so well, pictures may come another time if i'm not too busy lazing around.

had a meal at popeye's at changi terminal 2. timecheck was around 11-12. they're a fast food joint serving fried chicken pretty similar in taste to KFC (maybe nicer, there were mixed opinions). the whipped potato- was ok imo (i still prefer kfc's), -was full of trans fats in low's opinion. but the underlying consensus was that fast-food is super unhealthy, and the buttermilk biscuits/bread hybrid sucked.


no, edwin is not naked


met up with quek, alex and yongsheng at coffeebean in T1 (traversed via skytrain! i don't know, but i just love the skytrain). camwhored here and there. (actually we did throughout the night. not me though, i'm not a natural in front of the camera and there were at most 3 shots of me. heehee. )



then we went on our very exciting walk/trek to "walk on reclaimed changi land" (gabriel goh's idea). took about an hour to find ourselves in the budget terminal where edwin black hawked down. did pretty much nothing on the way except to camwhore, whilst gabriel stomped on a cockroach and tortured a snail. that asshole. haha. ended up shuttling back to T1, without having walked on reclaimed land. not that i'm gutted over it though.



spent the night at T1 mac's. i was surfing the net on quek's LAMBOURGINI laptop while the rest played some daidee (ie game that i have learnt a dozen times but never failed to forget how to play). after that gabriel and me tried to impress each other with dodgy magic tricks involving cards. the last thing i recall before slumping to doze on the mac's table was playing "aeroplane" with poker cards with gabriel. it was DAMN stupid. seriously. it's weird that gabriel was adamant about playing "aeroplane" with me even when i had tired of it. fyi, "aeroplane" is a game i crafted in my p.school days without much thought. yes, gabriel was THAT high.



winded up sleeping at around 4am, woke up at about 6-7? everyone was pretty damn shagged by now and quek, gabriel, edwin and i all knocked off on the LONG bus 53 ride back to bishan. WHOO. looooooong post. eck, it's 1.15pm now and i haven't slept. supposed to go orchard with edwin to grab some grad night stuff. but he's still SLEEPING. hopefully there's time. and hehe i've done away with my super toot black specs and i'm gonna get a decent haircut (i hope).

woah, grad night's tmr! gotta get a shirt man. i have absoulutely no SHIRTS in my wardrobe. as in collared, formal shirts. haha. ok, so i'm gonna wait for stupid teng to wake up. if he doesn't i'll prolly go myself.

so there, LONG post-o's post. TARTAR.