My mates,

Fernando and Xabi.

CHMA '08

So I went to the Catholic High Music Awards on the 19th of July this year. CHMA it's abbreviated as, something I like to pronounce as schma against the general consensus. So I sometimes do this-

Me: "Hey, you going for schma this year?"

Friend: "Going for what?"

Me: "Schma."

Friend: "What?!"

Me: "Schma!"

Friend: "What's that about?"

Me: "You know, the event that happens annually in our dear secondary school. The event that's more of a lights show than a music event? One of those unfortunate "music" events where you wish the sound system wasn't so loud and the mics were down? Where everything is superbly done, just that the behaviour of the crowd (and sometimes the performers) and the standard of the performances is poor?"

Friend: "Oh, you mean C-H-M-A?"

Me: "Yep, my friend, schma."

It was especially bad this year. The iMedia were brilliant as usual in their organisation and stage design and promotional video, but I'm afraid the music just didn't cut it. Label it "Family Day Get-together Day", or "Catholic High Lights Display" but a music event would be pushing it. A scream contest could have been more apt when the "rock bands" strutted their "stuff". And the host was generally alright, except that he had a stupid name, was awkward most of the time, tried to be smart, tried to copy some of Mark Tan's moves, was a pain to listen to, and to conclude- couldn't quite host. Well I do acknowledge that it takes guts to go up to stage and host an event like that, but it takes talent too. The cringing I did while he was up there sure took a toll on me.

I'm sorry that I'm lambasting the event the way I am, but it's a culmination of the disappointment I experienced while back at my alma-mater and the horror that was the 2 or odd hours spent at CHMA '08. I mean sure, I wouldn't have minded if it could have just remained the way it was - a musical showcase. And I stress upon 'musical', because the "rock bands" were horrid. Perhaps it was just me, but I'm quite sure the only ones lapping up this "music" were the rowdy idiots "moshing" at a darned corner of the hall. And I'm left utterly, utterly disappointed by the behaviour that was exhibited by the "gentlemen and bilingual scholars" the school seeks to cultivate. Elaborating on such dastardly, despicable and irresponsible behaviour would be unnecessary. But it gnawed deep in me, these actions and the state of the students.


They obviously lack the reverend guiding presence that is me. hahaha.




Tradition that runs in our green blood (albeit not a very original practice).




When winners are undeserving, and elation is not worth having.


I was relieved when musical acts like the one by Marcus, Marcus and Han Xun came on, though there were few and far between (the maddening farces).

Otherwise, CHMA '08 was a good chance to catch up with friends long unseen, unheard and erm, untouched. (Photos all courtesy of tweijie by the way. Thanks pal!)



My Sec 1 and 2 classmate, John.


Wei Jie, the resident photographer for every event, almost.


Eugene Low, NJ canoeist. About the only description that matters to him I'd suppose?


Edwin, NJ canoeist and the worst friend one could possibly have. Trust me.


This is Henry, who is currently in the same class as me. One of the few who actually know me.



This is an idiot, and that is what idiots do. Otherwise known rather affectionately as Ma Liang. But an idiot, still, that derives affections out of pity. For he is afterall, an idiot.


This is Wilson, and he is a failure in life. Other than that, he's quite alright to be around with.








Friends are important in life, especially when you never bring money.
So much as I seem as though I treat my friends very badly, I implore you not to base my stance on friendship on something as trivial as a post like this.

There, a proper post in a looong time.

Lay Zee Me

It irks me that I'm in such a nua mood right now/these days. haha. Oh well, totally wasted the day today, let's hope tomorrow turns out to be more fruitful. On another note, sometimes I wish I could connect better with people. But first, I must get to know me better! And I've got to get a haircut soon and my blog's so drab I think I should stop here before I bore anyone (if there's anyone) who comes to cornroll. On to reading Alamgir, which is a total bore but still doesn't top my blog. Bore.

I now know:

I have mood swings!

Ah, queer things 08 brings.



Today wasn't a good day, let's hope tomorrow turns out bad cos it'd be an improvement!
lol ok i joke i joke i kid i kid, but it's not entirely untrue.

Project Work

I'm wondering why Project Work's called... Project Work.


(I'm not free, I'm reading.)

I'm not free, I'm ziding.

It's slowly dissipating..

I'm being liberated, at long last.

No more of these afflictions that plague me daily! I am a free man!

You'd think 500 would be more special wouldn't you?

Well I would too. But nothing extraordinary's coming off from the top of my head now.

ZD: "You, stop slacking!"

D: "Alright."

ZD: "Say that with more affirmation."

D: "Alright!"



Meow meow.

#499

I'm on one of them sprees again. It's 1.10am, I'll sleep when I'm done with my 500th (yeah baby!) post.

#498

Besides cornroll (which I actually don't REALLY own, since I owe it all to blogger.com), I own this rabbit which I've named Cleo (previously Rabbit). I actually co-own it (or don't own it at all!) with my sister Christine, but since she's named it Baby, I own the part of the rabbit that's named Cleo.

#497

I am striving towards my 500th post. It doesn't matter that snippets and 2-3 lines make up a post, because I own cornroll.

#496

I'm sorry if cornroll hasn't been entertaining. For it is where I am me, and I don't specifically seek to entertain...


haha. (*inserted to reduce severity of post above)

Are your wings clipped, my friend?

here's a plier to rip off what's been weighing you down and pulling you back to the earth.

1) A firm grip
2) A firm hold
3) A strong yank
4) and with a fluttering of unstemmed feathers, chipping of bones and tearing of flesh, you'd be free!

Yes, my friend, sacrifice is painful, but it's what you need to SOAR!

Detach or detached?

Supper at the Colonel's opposite my home tonight.

Diary - today I succumbed to the sin that had manifested itself in the form of a two-piece chicken meal. Upon the flash of my Popular card I got me a dollar off - it was a really good deal. Well for my finances at least, but not so for my health. For with each oil-spurting bite I took, I was slowly killing myself.

Otherwise, it was a good day. A good day in the day of a good life.


Life is Good, but is God life?

Got value?

or more importantly, got values?

Stats

Level of happiness: 7/10 (rather so)

Level of contentment with life: 8/10 (very contented)

Likelihood of ending life tomorrow: 0/10 (nil)

Thirst level: 6/10 ( undoubtedly thirsty)


I've always marveled over the stats players had in Football Manager. So I thought I'd create some for myself.

Anyway, statistics above are updated, relevant and true.


Life is Good.

I don't know, it just tugs.

My love look me in the eye don't lie
Whats eating you inside
I know someone said I aint your kind
Who knows that maybe their right

Do you feel it in your bones
And bones beneath your skin
And the blood that flows within
I thought it was obvious

My love we're made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff
It's not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

My love we're made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff
It's not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

So what tell me what you got to hide
Do we all get pulled back sometimes
You feel cold
You feel so low
Just the same as i

I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my skin
And the blood that flows within
I thought it was obvious

My love we're made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff
It's not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

I did it your way
Don't push it baby
Theres nothing more than bones and impressions now

Same old, same old, same old
There's nothing more
Same old, same old, same old
There's nothing more

My love its time
My love.

Same old, same old
Same, same old. etc

No la not emo, just getting in touch with my sentimental self, lol.

We're made of the same old stuff, same old stuff.

This week's been passing by pretty fast, and these are the things I'm currently caught up with:

1) A baby rabbit that my sis' adopted.
2) Pulling said rabbit (which I've named Rabbit) out of its cage and violating stroking it oh-so-tenderly.
3) Watching channel 8 dramas. (Beach.Ball.Babes anyone?)
4) Snacking incessantly.
5) Drinking water.
6) Playing tennis, or at least wanting to.
7) CT RESULTS. (Econz tmr, oh no. )
8) Wearing (or trying to wear) contacts.
9) Math tutorial.
10) Sleeping.

Yes, that about sums up my week thus far. Looking forward to ze weekend my friends, I'm sure you all are too!

Your Favourite Crouch Memory

(title as seen in an lfc.tv forum)

I'm not terribly sad that Crouchie's leaving Anfield, I'm just feeling that he could have contributed so much more to the cause at Liverpool (and he already has quite a fair bit, 42 goals in 130 odd games would surely be substantial wouldn't it). It's quite a shame to see him go, that's the best I can put it (for want of a better vocabulary). It really is. His deft chips, magnetic touches, brilliant close control (that is untypical and uncharacteristic of a 1.98m player) and nod-downs have surely been a boon to Liverpool when he's played. And who can forget the magnificent bicycle kicks that he has executed to such textbook perfection! And what an impact he has made, whether he was starting or coming on as a substitute, defenses had to change totally the way they played to counter the massive threat he provided!

All the best at Pompey Crouchie, you'll defo be missed!






(I'm sorry this is a soccer-related post, non-followers of soccer who also happen to read cornroll)

When did your heart go missing?

Woah, the dreaded buzz

it makes my hairs stand on end and huddle together in fear.


And no the buzz is not of that from a shaver!

Just look at how close we are,

instead of how far!

A Day in the Life of a Real Man

may be something I've yet to experience. Oh, do tell me what it's like Gabriel Goh. Hiak hiak off to sleep now then, and I'll awake to a better day, a manlier day saturated with testosterone.

The Feeling

Listen to them... listen to it.

"I'll act upon it when I deem fit,"

you proclaim, "just wait, you'll see."

Alright now, away, away to GP.



hahaha. I am troubled! By the most trivial matters, but I am troubled.

You, reciprocate. You, reassure.

You know, if only it were that easy.

It's midnight and I'm (we're) on the verge of a Wednesday. And I like Wednesdays, because they signal the middle of the week, which means that half of a school week's past and there's only half more to go - Tuesday and a half actually, or midway through Wednesday, at which time I have Project Work.

But no, I'll be leaving class at 11.35am tomorrow for Lit Week.



Yay, pointless post!






And YES, on a brighter note, _________ (oooooh, blank).