This is what happens when you don't get enough sleep...
Last night I had 2 very weird dreams.
First some background on the events before the dreams. I was reading Sloman in the afternoon, then fell asleep around 1530 and woke up around 1630. I was slightly groggy, but still I continued to read Sloman, until I read the part about coffee prices rising, which reminded me that I was supposed to try and make a cup of mocha by mixing instant coffee mix with milo powder. I did that, and finished a beer mugful of the concoction. (It was nice, by the way)
Yeah, I think my nap and the caffeine made me not sleepy, despite the fact I turned in at 12. I think I tossed and turned until I finally slept at around 0230.
Now for the dreams. The 1st one was about a friend of mine. He is the one who had to send off the person he liked to US. Anyway, he told me on monday he was leaving for malaysia. In the dream, I dreamt that he came back and I was talking to him. I asked him about malaysia and said he was malaysia for only a while, the rest of the time he was in US visiting her. I was dumbstruck, and he coolly said with a dismissive shake of his head. At that point I woke up.
The 2nd one was that I thought I had woken up, and was still sleepy. I changed and somehow I ended up in a garden. I was sitting on a chair on one of those metal tables you normally see in parks. Then the singer rui en comes in and says "here's your breakfast" . I think it was char kway yeow, and I ate as she talked to me. She said she was fed up of me waking up late and that it was high time I bought breakfast for her instead. I merely smiled and talked some stuff. Then magically it was the end of the day and I was turning in for the day. I told myself to wake up early to buy some breakfast for her. At the end, I was struggling to wake up after hearing the alarm, then I realised it was all a dream and the alarm was from my handphone...
So yeah, that is what you get when you don't get enough sleep.
Now to mug to fail.
Don't worry guys, I will hold you guys up by being the lowest percentile.
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Saturday, June 28, 2003
The Pledge
It wasn't a dusty street.
It wasn't high noon.
It was on top of a catwalk, overlooking the school's parade square.
It was early morning, the Sun had not risen, they both could feel the cool morning breeze brushing against their faces, tugging at their hair.
She an assassin, he, an agent.
Once friends, now sworn adversaries.
Neither spoke, they just stared at each other, motionless, like two timeless statues, waiting for eternity.
Words now had no meaning anyway.
It was too late for that.
They had come too far to turn back.
To their right, the final strains of the national anthem were heard.
The parade commander for the day called the school to attention.
He raised his right hand to his chest.
That’s when they both made their move.
“We the citizens of Singapore…”
The assassin lashed out, aiming for the agent’s shoulder, which he blocked by grabbing her clenched fist. Twisting her hand, the assassin howled in pain and brought her other hand up and struck the agent in the chin, causing him to let go of her in pain. She took the opportunity to perform a sweep kick, knocking his legs off the ground and causing him to collapse to the floor in a heap.
“…pledge ourselves as one united people…”
Gritting his teeth, the agent stood up again, breathing deeply. He focused on the assassin, who went into an attack stance and beckoned him to try and hit her. Enraged, but he didn’t try anything rash, or left his anger blind him. He took one step forward, before leaping to the air for a flying kick. She saw the move coming, and rolled to one side to avoid it. He hit the ground safely and recovered quickly to aim a punch at her solar plexus. She parried the attack, and the next as he rained down on her a flurry of punches. Tired of being on the defensive, she hit away his hands and performed a flip kick, striking the agent on his chin again. However, this blow merely winded him, and the very second she landed on the ground he delivered a roundhouse kick at her face, then he sent sprawling back with a haymaker.
“Regardless of race, language or religion…”
Groaning, she spat the blood in her mouth out. This time she will not go easy on him. Dashing forward, she ducked under his punch and hit out under his arm, invoking a cry of pain from him. Grabbing his limp arm, he flipped him over her shoulder, then leapt into the air to try and stomp on him. The agent, sensing the danger, rolled away quickly, and lashed forward with his right leg. She was ready for him though, and clutched his leg and threw it upwards, the movement causing him to flip backwards uncontrollably. As he was suspended helplessly in mid-air, she stuck his body heavily with a mighty kick, sending him tumbling along the concrete floor.
“…to build a democratic society…”
It’s time to end this, he thought. Breaking into a run, he strained all his muscles as he lunged forward, throwing himself into a drop kick which hit her squarely in the abdomen, causing her to give an anguished yell. Both of them hit the ground hard, but he recovered faster, jabbing her in the stomach, before sending the assassin crashing to the ground again with an uppercut. He stood still for a while, tensing and getting ready lest she got up again. This time, she did not get up.
“…based on justice and equality...”
Or so he thought. She sprung up again faster than a cheetah, surging forward, reckless fury in her eyes. This time, however, she held a gleaming pistol in her left hand. Shocked, the agent stumbled backwards and she fired once. In her rage, she missed, but the bullet grazed his right arm. Strangely, the sudden searing pain snapped him out of his confused state. He grabbed her gun hand as the two fell to the floor, wrestling desperately for the gun.
“…so as to achieve happiness…”
The end came very suddenly.
The gun twisted out of her hand and fell to the ground.
The agent lashed out and jumped for the gun. His fingers closed around it, and he twisted himself to face the assassin just as she brought her fist centimetres away from his face.
“…prosperity…”
Breathing labouriously, he stared into her eyes.
The eyes of a childhood friend.
Her eyes were not longer murderous or cold.
It was the same pair of warm and friendly eyes he saw years ago.
Yet, he knew his duty.
They had come too far to turn back.
“…and progress...”
He mouthed the final words.
“… for our nation”
A single gunshot.
Silence.
Then the screaming began.
Yet another crazy story by me...
It wasn't a dusty street.
It wasn't high noon.
It was on top of a catwalk, overlooking the school's parade square.
It was early morning, the Sun had not risen, they both could feel the cool morning breeze brushing against their faces, tugging at their hair.
She an assassin, he, an agent.
Once friends, now sworn adversaries.
Neither spoke, they just stared at each other, motionless, like two timeless statues, waiting for eternity.
Words now had no meaning anyway.
It was too late for that.
They had come too far to turn back.
To their right, the final strains of the national anthem were heard.
The parade commander for the day called the school to attention.
He raised his right hand to his chest.
That’s when they both made their move.
“We the citizens of Singapore…”
The assassin lashed out, aiming for the agent’s shoulder, which he blocked by grabbing her clenched fist. Twisting her hand, the assassin howled in pain and brought her other hand up and struck the agent in the chin, causing him to let go of her in pain. She took the opportunity to perform a sweep kick, knocking his legs off the ground and causing him to collapse to the floor in a heap.
“…pledge ourselves as one united people…”
Gritting his teeth, the agent stood up again, breathing deeply. He focused on the assassin, who went into an attack stance and beckoned him to try and hit her. Enraged, but he didn’t try anything rash, or left his anger blind him. He took one step forward, before leaping to the air for a flying kick. She saw the move coming, and rolled to one side to avoid it. He hit the ground safely and recovered quickly to aim a punch at her solar plexus. She parried the attack, and the next as he rained down on her a flurry of punches. Tired of being on the defensive, she hit away his hands and performed a flip kick, striking the agent on his chin again. However, this blow merely winded him, and the very second she landed on the ground he delivered a roundhouse kick at her face, then he sent sprawling back with a haymaker.
“Regardless of race, language or religion…”
Groaning, she spat the blood in her mouth out. This time she will not go easy on him. Dashing forward, she ducked under his punch and hit out under his arm, invoking a cry of pain from him. Grabbing his limp arm, he flipped him over her shoulder, then leapt into the air to try and stomp on him. The agent, sensing the danger, rolled away quickly, and lashed forward with his right leg. She was ready for him though, and clutched his leg and threw it upwards, the movement causing him to flip backwards uncontrollably. As he was suspended helplessly in mid-air, she stuck his body heavily with a mighty kick, sending him tumbling along the concrete floor.
“…to build a democratic society…”
It’s time to end this, he thought. Breaking into a run, he strained all his muscles as he lunged forward, throwing himself into a drop kick which hit her squarely in the abdomen, causing her to give an anguished yell. Both of them hit the ground hard, but he recovered faster, jabbing her in the stomach, before sending the assassin crashing to the ground again with an uppercut. He stood still for a while, tensing and getting ready lest she got up again. This time, she did not get up.
“…based on justice and equality...”
Or so he thought. She sprung up again faster than a cheetah, surging forward, reckless fury in her eyes. This time, however, she held a gleaming pistol in her left hand. Shocked, the agent stumbled backwards and she fired once. In her rage, she missed, but the bullet grazed his right arm. Strangely, the sudden searing pain snapped him out of his confused state. He grabbed her gun hand as the two fell to the floor, wrestling desperately for the gun.
“…so as to achieve happiness…”
The end came very suddenly.
The gun twisted out of her hand and fell to the ground.
The agent lashed out and jumped for the gun. His fingers closed around it, and he twisted himself to face the assassin just as she brought her fist centimetres away from his face.
“…prosperity…”
Breathing labouriously, he stared into her eyes.
The eyes of a childhood friend.
Her eyes were not longer murderous or cold.
It was the same pair of warm and friendly eyes he saw years ago.
Yet, he knew his duty.
They had come too far to turn back.
“…and progress...”
He mouthed the final words.
“… for our nation”
A single gunshot.
Silence.
Then the screaming began.
Yet another crazy story by me...
Friday, June 27, 2003
About everything generally
Today caught up with the usual 3, larry, bing han and weilin, ex cat high classmates. Time has really passed. Just 6 years ago we were still mucking around in cat high, now we are jc students and have changed greatly both in mind and body. But still it was fun knowing some things don't change, as I trashed larry 3 games out of 4 in winning eleven 6, a ritual ever since we went our seperate ways after pri sch.
Sighz, read the news today that marc-vivien foe died while playing for cameroon. That image of him lying on the floor, eyes open but lifeless was discomforting. As a football fan I really mourn his passing, and it reminds us all about our own mortality. If it is any consolation, at least he died while playing the game he loved dearly.
Arghz, common test... I think i'm well and truly dead... Still have not settled the other stuff as well...
Sighz, the 3 of them tried to convince me to get out more often, socialise and talk to people etc. Sighz. Sometimes I just don't know what should I say. Besides, I never liked socialising, and in truth I prefer solitude over superficial company. Still, I would rather talk to a living breathing person than to the computer... Sigh, the paradox that is me...
Today caught up with the usual 3, larry, bing han and weilin, ex cat high classmates. Time has really passed. Just 6 years ago we were still mucking around in cat high, now we are jc students and have changed greatly both in mind and body. But still it was fun knowing some things don't change, as I trashed larry 3 games out of 4 in winning eleven 6, a ritual ever since we went our seperate ways after pri sch.
Sighz, read the news today that marc-vivien foe died while playing for cameroon. That image of him lying on the floor, eyes open but lifeless was discomforting. As a football fan I really mourn his passing, and it reminds us all about our own mortality. If it is any consolation, at least he died while playing the game he loved dearly.
Arghz, common test... I think i'm well and truly dead... Still have not settled the other stuff as well...
Sighz, the 3 of them tried to convince me to get out more often, socialise and talk to people etc. Sighz. Sometimes I just don't know what should I say. Besides, I never liked socialising, and in truth I prefer solitude over superficial company. Still, I would rather talk to a living breathing person than to the computer... Sigh, the paradox that is me...
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Leaving On A Jet Plane
It seemed like a cruel joke.
He stepped slowly, deliberately into the airport lounge.
They had only known each other for half a year.
And now they have to part.
She, to a far away place, he, stuck here.
This would be their final meeting, his final chance to say what he always wanted to say to her.
She was there, surrounded by all her friends, male and female.
Some of them were crying openly, some of them fought back their tears.
She comforted the sobbing ones, accepted their farewell presents, spoke to everyone kind enough to send her off.
He just stood there, waiting.
Slowly, the swarm of people around her disengaged, and he moved hesitantly to her.
She only noticed him when he was right in front of her.
He smiled, not the warm smile he usually wore, rather a smile of great melancholy.
He placed the gift into her hands, and closed her fingers over it.
The last time he will hold her hands again.
He stared into those eyes of hers.
“I have so much to tell you, so much, far too much…”
She smiled as well.
“Thanks for the memories.”
He really wanted to blurt it all out, his feelings for her, his emotions, his desire for her to stay with him and not leave.
But he knew that was selfish.
He knew that once he leaves now, he would never see her again.
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Take care.”
Then he turned away, walking out of the lounge, not once did he turn back to look.
He never got to say the words he wanted to say.
Instead, he said the hardest word to say.
“Goodbye.”
Yeah. Something I never want to go through happened to one of my friends. Take care.
It seemed like a cruel joke.
He stepped slowly, deliberately into the airport lounge.
They had only known each other for half a year.
And now they have to part.
She, to a far away place, he, stuck here.
This would be their final meeting, his final chance to say what he always wanted to say to her.
She was there, surrounded by all her friends, male and female.
Some of them were crying openly, some of them fought back their tears.
She comforted the sobbing ones, accepted their farewell presents, spoke to everyone kind enough to send her off.
He just stood there, waiting.
Slowly, the swarm of people around her disengaged, and he moved hesitantly to her.
She only noticed him when he was right in front of her.
He smiled, not the warm smile he usually wore, rather a smile of great melancholy.
He placed the gift into her hands, and closed her fingers over it.
The last time he will hold her hands again.
He stared into those eyes of hers.
“I have so much to tell you, so much, far too much…”
She smiled as well.
“Thanks for the memories.”
He really wanted to blurt it all out, his feelings for her, his emotions, his desire for her to stay with him and not leave.
But he knew that was selfish.
He knew that once he leaves now, he would never see her again.
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Take care.”
Then he turned away, walking out of the lounge, not once did he turn back to look.
He never got to say the words he wanted to say.
Instead, he said the hardest word to say.
“Goodbye.”
Yeah. Something I never want to go through happened to one of my friends. Take care.
"A day of reckoning, with those who made us slaves!"
Time is ticking for me. Yet I am still doing other things instead of studying...
Today, attempted last year's common test maths paper, could not solve 40% of the sums... Felt demoralised and gave up.
Then after lunch, was watching Beast Wars The Agenda Part 1-3, something I really wanted to do. Really loved the part when Megatron gives his soliloquy.
After watching, slacked around, then went searching for a Megaman Battle Network 3 rom. Finally found it after a long while, then started playing. Well, the rest, as they say is history as my forlorn chem file lies untouched on my bed...
"So we are now face-to-face, Optimus Prime. In one future you awaken and become the great leader of the Autobots. But time shall take a different track now. And now, Optimus Prime. In memory of the Decepticons. For the glory of the Predacons. For the Cybertron that is rightfully ours, and mine to rule...I unleash the storm of vengeance. Farewell."
And proceeds to blow Optimus Prime's head to slag...
Time is ticking for me. Yet I am still doing other things instead of studying...
Today, attempted last year's common test maths paper, could not solve 40% of the sums... Felt demoralised and gave up.
Then after lunch, was watching Beast Wars The Agenda Part 1-3, something I really wanted to do. Really loved the part when Megatron gives his soliloquy.
After watching, slacked around, then went searching for a Megaman Battle Network 3 rom. Finally found it after a long while, then started playing. Well, the rest, as they say is history as my forlorn chem file lies untouched on my bed...
"So we are now face-to-face, Optimus Prime. In one future you awaken and become the great leader of the Autobots. But time shall take a different track now. And now, Optimus Prime. In memory of the Decepticons. For the glory of the Predacons. For the Cybertron that is rightfully ours, and mine to rule...I unleash the storm of vengeance. Farewell."
And proceeds to blow Optimus Prime's head to slag...
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
Prehistoric Wreckers
If there is a (male) kid out there who is not fascinated by dinosaurs, I would seriously recommend his parents take him to a museum. In any case, what can I say when they mix dinosaurs with Transformers? Welcome back, Dinobots. Marvel at their raw destructive power, despite the fact that their cranial circuitry was always glitched.
Grimmlock (T-Rex), Sludge (Brontosaurus), Slag (Triceratops), Snarl (Stegosaurus) and Swoop (Pteradactyl). One of my favourite Transformers teams.
Bored? Well, it is my blog after all.
If there is a (male) kid out there who is not fascinated by dinosaurs, I would seriously recommend his parents take him to a museum. In any case, what can I say when they mix dinosaurs with Transformers? Welcome back, Dinobots. Marvel at their raw destructive power, despite the fact that their cranial circuitry was always glitched.
Grimmlock (T-Rex), Sludge (Brontosaurus), Slag (Triceratops), Snarl (Stegosaurus) and Swoop (Pteradactyl). One of my favourite Transformers teams.
Bored? Well, it is my blog after all.
Telling a tall tale
It is about time I wrote about this.
I'm short. Yes, if there is one thing I am very unhappy about my life is my lack of centimetres on the y-plane.
The crux of the issue is not exactly vainity, but more of perception. People generally perceive people shorter than them to be inferior to them, something left over from our ancient barbaric times as cavemen I guess.
Also, I am sick and tired of jumping as high as I can and still be unable to block alvin's shots in basketball.
Yeah I am a paltry 1.66 m. I am the shortest in the GC. Some girls are taller than me.
Sighz, oh well, not much I can do except play more basketball and hope it helps me lengthen. If I can just reach 1.70 m I'll be happy.
Taking a hiatus from studying, decided to crap about my lack of height.
Oh yah, almost forgot that Megaman Battle Network 3 is out today. Must search for the rom.
It is about time I wrote about this.
I'm short. Yes, if there is one thing I am very unhappy about my life is my lack of centimetres on the y-plane.
The crux of the issue is not exactly vainity, but more of perception. People generally perceive people shorter than them to be inferior to them, something left over from our ancient barbaric times as cavemen I guess.
Also, I am sick and tired of jumping as high as I can and still be unable to block alvin's shots in basketball.
Yeah I am a paltry 1.66 m. I am the shortest in the GC. Some girls are taller than me.
Sighz, oh well, not much I can do except play more basketball and hope it helps me lengthen. If I can just reach 1.70 m I'll be happy.
Taking a hiatus from studying, decided to crap about my lack of height.
Oh yah, almost forgot that Megaman Battle Network 3 is out today. Must search for the rom.
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Purpose
Smith: Mister Anderson! Did you get my package?
Neo: Yeah.
Smith: Well, good.
Morpheus: Smith.
Link: Whoever it is, he's not reading like an agent.
Smith: Surprised to see me?
Neo: No.
Smith: Then you're aware of it.
Neo: Of what?
Smith: Our connection. I don't fully understand how it happened. Perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied. That is at this point irrelevant, what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
Neo: And what reason is that?
Smith: I killed you, Mister Anderson, I watched you die... With a certain satisfaction, I might add, and then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mister Anderson. Afterward, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mister Anderson, because of you I'm no longer an agent of the system, because of you I've changed - I'm unplugged - a new man, so to speak, like you, apparently free.
Neo: Congratulations.
Smith: Thank you. But as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free, we're here because we're not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose - because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
Smith 2: It is purpose that created us,
Smith 3: Purpose that connects us,
Smith 4: Purpose that pulls us,
Smith 5: That guides us,
Smith 6: That drives us,
Smith 7: It is purpose that defines,
Smith 8: Purpose that binds us.
Smith: We're here because of you, Mister Anderson, we're here to take from you what you tried to take from us. Purpose.
Like he says, we are never truly free, as we all have a desire to search for a purpose in life.
My purpose?
At this moment, it is to finish going through all the ventures' nyaa logs, do the med fac script and hope it is not too corny, and finally study like hell to prevent myself from failing common tests...
Smith: Mister Anderson! Did you get my package?
Neo: Yeah.
Smith: Well, good.
Morpheus: Smith.
Link: Whoever it is, he's not reading like an agent.
Smith: Surprised to see me?
Neo: No.
Smith: Then you're aware of it.
Neo: Of what?
Smith: Our connection. I don't fully understand how it happened. Perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied. That is at this point irrelevant, what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
Neo: And what reason is that?
Smith: I killed you, Mister Anderson, I watched you die... With a certain satisfaction, I might add, and then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mister Anderson. Afterward, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mister Anderson, because of you I'm no longer an agent of the system, because of you I've changed - I'm unplugged - a new man, so to speak, like you, apparently free.
Neo: Congratulations.
Smith: Thank you. But as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free, we're here because we're not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose - because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
Smith 2: It is purpose that created us,
Smith 3: Purpose that connects us,
Smith 4: Purpose that pulls us,
Smith 5: That guides us,
Smith 6: That drives us,
Smith 7: It is purpose that defines,
Smith 8: Purpose that binds us.
Smith: We're here because of you, Mister Anderson, we're here to take from you what you tried to take from us. Purpose.
Like he says, we are never truly free, as we all have a desire to search for a purpose in life.
My purpose?
At this moment, it is to finish going through all the ventures' nyaa logs, do the med fac script and hope it is not too corny, and finally study like hell to prevent myself from failing common tests...
Monday, June 23, 2003
Rebirth
AC Day 3
Late. Again.
My dad's car passed by the JB field and I saw the J1s walking back to the den. I got out and edwin and alvin told me they were going to buy stuff for the Amazing Game. They left and I went to the den.
After stoning in the den for a while, I went to the field with most of the J1s to watch the SU pitch their tents and tighten their gateways. We spent the time just talking cock and murugan and mogilan were shooting each other with the face masks used as a catapult on day 1.
Edwin and alvin soon came back, and my station was to make the patrol stand close to each other and balance a bowl of water on each of their heads. In the end it was just a all out splash fest, as soon of them could not even balance it properly as there was a sharp piece of plastic protruding out of the bottom. It was fun, but I was quite pissed that one patrol got my right shoe wet and I was so bored at one point that I wrote Dinobot's last words on a large leaf and almost fell asleep...
The conclusion of the amazing game was called "The Amazing Ala Carte" which required the patrol to eat all sorts of funny stuff, like red peppers, biscuits with wasabi, raw eggs, a lot of sour skittles, and the finale had all the PLs trying to finish as much of half a watermelon in one minute. It was just pure mayhem and great fun which I captured on my camera.
Lunch was Seng Kiat chicken rice (again!) After lunch was stupid quiz (again!) This time I felt it was better, and it was just hilarious to see some of the patrols act out the questions, like how Gladiator became Charlie's Angels...
After the quiz, Lau called for reinforcements, which required us to go to the supermarket and carry the stuff required for bbq. By now some of the former batchmates were already here, like kenneth, sporting his wavy new hairstyle but retaining his trademark devilish grin, weiming who looked more like a beng than a student (haha), dong hao who was wearing long pants for once, PK who looked more muscular and yet bulky. The only person I think who didn't change was daniel, who is still as cock as ever...
Came back to RI via climbing the wall next to the pole shed. Hope no one saw us. Then went to help the APLs defrost and marinate the food, had a good laugh listening to them complaining. Busied myself preparing for the bbq, then saw my shifu master ben lee come, therefore went to talk to him. He is still his cock best, but eventually had to stopped to help light fires. My skill of doing that has improved, thanks to the fact I had to do 2 fires prior to that day.
Didn't eat a lot, as I had to constantly teach the sec 1s the correct way of skewering chicken wings or some other stuff. Eventually, I was called away for a meeting on spooks. After a quick clean-up, the SU was led to the LT, and spooks started. My position was under a table in the circular area on the 3rd floor next to the science blocks. Mogilan was near me, and he took off his shirt to become nearly invisible in the darkness. In truth I was mored bored than scared, I spent most of the time smsing Crystal over the next day's meeting and Kim to alleviate some boredom. Some of the machams also broke the raffia, which we had to repair.
With spooks concluded, Edwin and I went to bathe in the swimming pool toilets. A baby cat was following us, I think it is due to the fact we smelt like food due to the bbq fumes. Edwin was doing his best to shake it off, and when we finally did, he named it huiling the cat after ehem... a certain incident involving brandon.
Totally exhausted, I opened the classroom and slept almost immediately... another day had bit the dust...
AC Day 4
Woke up, and realised I had slept on my right arm for the whole night, and my arm hurt. Dragged myself up, and stoned around before hitching cab with adrian to RJ, not before buying some breakfast at macs first.
Reached RJ, and saw nobody. Jolly, I thought. Waited for 15 mins, then went to defacate in one of the toilets. Came back and finally my contact was there. We discussed the script for dramafeste for an hour, then I left to meet adrian at macs, and we proceeded to return to RI by MRT.
The SU were having War Games, but I didn't join them. I stoned in the den for some time, before changing up to scout uniform for the only time this camp, and most of us went down for flag lowering.
After flag lowering, the STLs debriefed the SU, and with the announcement of the results and one final cheer, annual camp 2003 was concluded. I was rather disappointed that owl got only 4th, but still, it was a good attempt from them.
The J1s did some final clearing up, then we left to have lunch at J8.
At the end of the day, it was not whether the camp was held in RI or not, or whether we could only have one overnight, or whether things didn't go our way, or whether will we die for our common tests, or whether we could have done differently if SARS did not screw up our programmes. The past is gone. We, the GC of the year 2003, had created an unique set of memories through this camp. Nothing else more matters. Annual Camp 2003. We did it. Thanks to all.
AC Day 3
Late. Again.
My dad's car passed by the JB field and I saw the J1s walking back to the den. I got out and edwin and alvin told me they were going to buy stuff for the Amazing Game. They left and I went to the den.
After stoning in the den for a while, I went to the field with most of the J1s to watch the SU pitch their tents and tighten their gateways. We spent the time just talking cock and murugan and mogilan were shooting each other with the face masks used as a catapult on day 1.
Edwin and alvin soon came back, and my station was to make the patrol stand close to each other and balance a bowl of water on each of their heads. In the end it was just a all out splash fest, as soon of them could not even balance it properly as there was a sharp piece of plastic protruding out of the bottom. It was fun, but I was quite pissed that one patrol got my right shoe wet and I was so bored at one point that I wrote Dinobot's last words on a large leaf and almost fell asleep...
The conclusion of the amazing game was called "The Amazing Ala Carte" which required the patrol to eat all sorts of funny stuff, like red peppers, biscuits with wasabi, raw eggs, a lot of sour skittles, and the finale had all the PLs trying to finish as much of half a watermelon in one minute. It was just pure mayhem and great fun which I captured on my camera.
Lunch was Seng Kiat chicken rice (again!) After lunch was stupid quiz (again!) This time I felt it was better, and it was just hilarious to see some of the patrols act out the questions, like how Gladiator became Charlie's Angels...
After the quiz, Lau called for reinforcements, which required us to go to the supermarket and carry the stuff required for bbq. By now some of the former batchmates were already here, like kenneth, sporting his wavy new hairstyle but retaining his trademark devilish grin, weiming who looked more like a beng than a student (haha), dong hao who was wearing long pants for once, PK who looked more muscular and yet bulky. The only person I think who didn't change was daniel, who is still as cock as ever...
Came back to RI via climbing the wall next to the pole shed. Hope no one saw us. Then went to help the APLs defrost and marinate the food, had a good laugh listening to them complaining. Busied myself preparing for the bbq, then saw my shifu master ben lee come, therefore went to talk to him. He is still his cock best, but eventually had to stopped to help light fires. My skill of doing that has improved, thanks to the fact I had to do 2 fires prior to that day.
Didn't eat a lot, as I had to constantly teach the sec 1s the correct way of skewering chicken wings or some other stuff. Eventually, I was called away for a meeting on spooks. After a quick clean-up, the SU was led to the LT, and spooks started. My position was under a table in the circular area on the 3rd floor next to the science blocks. Mogilan was near me, and he took off his shirt to become nearly invisible in the darkness. In truth I was mored bored than scared, I spent most of the time smsing Crystal over the next day's meeting and Kim to alleviate some boredom. Some of the machams also broke the raffia, which we had to repair.
With spooks concluded, Edwin and I went to bathe in the swimming pool toilets. A baby cat was following us, I think it is due to the fact we smelt like food due to the bbq fumes. Edwin was doing his best to shake it off, and when we finally did, he named it huiling the cat after ehem... a certain incident involving brandon.
Totally exhausted, I opened the classroom and slept almost immediately... another day had bit the dust...
AC Day 4
Woke up, and realised I had slept on my right arm for the whole night, and my arm hurt. Dragged myself up, and stoned around before hitching cab with adrian to RJ, not before buying some breakfast at macs first.
Reached RJ, and saw nobody. Jolly, I thought. Waited for 15 mins, then went to defacate in one of the toilets. Came back and finally my contact was there. We discussed the script for dramafeste for an hour, then I left to meet adrian at macs, and we proceeded to return to RI by MRT.
The SU were having War Games, but I didn't join them. I stoned in the den for some time, before changing up to scout uniform for the only time this camp, and most of us went down for flag lowering.
After flag lowering, the STLs debriefed the SU, and with the announcement of the results and one final cheer, annual camp 2003 was concluded. I was rather disappointed that owl got only 4th, but still, it was a good attempt from them.
The J1s did some final clearing up, then we left to have lunch at J8.
At the end of the day, it was not whether the camp was held in RI or not, or whether we could only have one overnight, or whether things didn't go our way, or whether will we die for our common tests, or whether we could have done differently if SARS did not screw up our programmes. The past is gone. We, the GC of the year 2003, had created an unique set of memories through this camp. Nothing else more matters. Annual Camp 2003. We did it. Thanks to all.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Death
AC Day 2
Late again. I missed flagbreak again, and reached there to take charge of the soccer station for station games. It was quite fun, but I was under the hot sun and was wearing the suffocating Raffles Camp shirt and therefore was sweating like mad. I saved most of the penalties, although some of them stung my right palm. The patrols also had to conjure up a "beautiful" goal, and I had a fun time laughing at kestrel's overindulgence and extravagance, also at owl's attempt to destroy the rugby posts and hawk's penalty accuracy but sadly unimaginative goal. In the end, like what I told the patrols, the build-up may be all nice and fancy, but if you don't score, it is sadly of no use. In other words, the end product is just as important, sometimes even more.
Albert, my co-ic came only when the last patrol came, and he spent most of the time commenting on some RGS jumpers on their inability to jump...
Next was Iron Chef, so I left with edwin, alvin, adrian and albert to J8. We bought nutrisoy from the supermarket and sat at orange julius. I was adding more questions to the stupid quiz, and asked them for input. When they finished their hot dogs, I made my way to S-11 for lunch. Ordered duck rice, then murugan ambushed me from behind. Turns out mogilan, lau, don and muru left to eat lunch as well. I ate my duck rice and finished mogilan's mee hoon kuay for him.
Stupid quiz was next, which i was in charge. I think it was more of a partial success than anything, like some of the J1s said it was more of an intellectual quiz. In any case, I sort of lost my voice as I had to shout to quieten down the SU at times. Best part was when i asked which is junseng's favourite mrt station, all the J1s behind started hugging each another and his face was damn red...
Skill O-Rama. Only saw the front portion, as my dad called me to go home at around 6. Saw Andreas' powerful memory, but sadly had to leave soon after. Lau as usual was extraing around.
Went home, ate steamboat, almost had no appetite... Talked to Kim for the first time in like 3 months and talked to stephanie as well. Played Vice City for a while, got a headache, then went to sleep.
AC Day 2
Late again. I missed flagbreak again, and reached there to take charge of the soccer station for station games. It was quite fun, but I was under the hot sun and was wearing the suffocating Raffles Camp shirt and therefore was sweating like mad. I saved most of the penalties, although some of them stung my right palm. The patrols also had to conjure up a "beautiful" goal, and I had a fun time laughing at kestrel's overindulgence and extravagance, also at owl's attempt to destroy the rugby posts and hawk's penalty accuracy but sadly unimaginative goal. In the end, like what I told the patrols, the build-up may be all nice and fancy, but if you don't score, it is sadly of no use. In other words, the end product is just as important, sometimes even more.
Albert, my co-ic came only when the last patrol came, and he spent most of the time commenting on some RGS jumpers on their inability to jump...
Next was Iron Chef, so I left with edwin, alvin, adrian and albert to J8. We bought nutrisoy from the supermarket and sat at orange julius. I was adding more questions to the stupid quiz, and asked them for input. When they finished their hot dogs, I made my way to S-11 for lunch. Ordered duck rice, then murugan ambushed me from behind. Turns out mogilan, lau, don and muru left to eat lunch as well. I ate my duck rice and finished mogilan's mee hoon kuay for him.
Stupid quiz was next, which i was in charge. I think it was more of a partial success than anything, like some of the J1s said it was more of an intellectual quiz. In any case, I sort of lost my voice as I had to shout to quieten down the SU at times. Best part was when i asked which is junseng's favourite mrt station, all the J1s behind started hugging each another and his face was damn red...
Skill O-Rama. Only saw the front portion, as my dad called me to go home at around 6. Saw Andreas' powerful memory, but sadly had to leave soon after. Lau as usual was extraing around.
Went home, ate steamboat, almost had no appetite... Talked to Kim for the first time in like 3 months and talked to stephanie as well. Played Vice City for a while, got a headache, then went to sleep.
Birth
AC Day 1
I was late. Yeah, as I slept only at 4 as I had mind-induced stomachaches. Had to beg mum to send me to school, and arrived at 0815, missing flagbreak totally.
As usual, the Guys TM were GLing me, but then the programme shifted to gateway building. I set up the hi-fi at the junior block field and stayed there to watch them build for a while, before disappearing to play soccer. But my stamina was not with me today, so I quit after a short while. Went to grab a drink and went back to the field to chat with the rest.
Once the gateways were built, I took my camera and filmed the patrols. Then I had to go back to the den and make cordial with fabian. Unfortuantely, we had run out of cordial and fabian and brandon had to be "persuaded" to go buy some.
Lunch, wasn't very hungry, helped move the food boxes to the tables. Saw some fencers come RI to ask for donations, had a good laugh with them but was careful not to neglect my duties. I was really appalled when I asked Stephanie the price of the pen ($10), in the end I ended giving her 20 cents.
Next was catapult challenge. This I don't know much about, as I went outside of school to buy a newpaper and a drink. Came back to the J1 room and soon it was Talentime.
Sighz, due to the sensitivity of the matter, I shall not speak too much on how we eventually got the LT. In any case, I was the judge, and although I couldn't think of intelligient quotes at times, it was great fun. After that was the war council, then flagbreak which I disappeared to lock the classrooms and clean the drink dispenser. Wanted to run around the track, but the Guys TM went to reccee the spooks route, so i followed.
Seriously RI is damm spooky when all the lights are off, especially the science block. We had a rather fun time trying to see how scared people will be. We marked out the route, then went to have dinner at J8.
When i reached home, it was already 10, so I went to sleep immediately...typed half of this the next morning...
AC Day 1
I was late. Yeah, as I slept only at 4 as I had mind-induced stomachaches. Had to beg mum to send me to school, and arrived at 0815, missing flagbreak totally.
As usual, the Guys TM were GLing me, but then the programme shifted to gateway building. I set up the hi-fi at the junior block field and stayed there to watch them build for a while, before disappearing to play soccer. But my stamina was not with me today, so I quit after a short while. Went to grab a drink and went back to the field to chat with the rest.
Once the gateways were built, I took my camera and filmed the patrols. Then I had to go back to the den and make cordial with fabian. Unfortuantely, we had run out of cordial and fabian and brandon had to be "persuaded" to go buy some.
Lunch, wasn't very hungry, helped move the food boxes to the tables. Saw some fencers come RI to ask for donations, had a good laugh with them but was careful not to neglect my duties. I was really appalled when I asked Stephanie the price of the pen ($10), in the end I ended giving her 20 cents.
Next was catapult challenge. This I don't know much about, as I went outside of school to buy a newpaper and a drink. Came back to the J1 room and soon it was Talentime.
Sighz, due to the sensitivity of the matter, I shall not speak too much on how we eventually got the LT. In any case, I was the judge, and although I couldn't think of intelligient quotes at times, it was great fun. After that was the war council, then flagbreak which I disappeared to lock the classrooms and clean the drink dispenser. Wanted to run around the track, but the Guys TM went to reccee the spooks route, so i followed.
Seriously RI is damm spooky when all the lights are off, especially the science block. We had a rather fun time trying to see how scared people will be. We marked out the route, then went to have dinner at J8.
When i reached home, it was already 10, so I went to sleep immediately...typed half of this the next morning...
Friday, June 20, 2003
D-Day
"Tommorrow I have nothing on, I can finally get a day's rest at home!" That was what I told my mum last night. Well, as usual, things do not go as planned...
First, received a phone call from nick telling me that I have to meet a certain teacher which I do not regard highly in RI, then we will have a GC meeting. I reluctantly agreed to come.
Thursday morning, received a msg from pam saying my script was rejected for being too intense and dark for dramafeste. I don't understand. It was dark, with characters that babble psychological nonsense that seems to make sense and, best of all I had the spastic boy! How can it not be a winner? (inside joke)
Rushed to school as my bro had to go for choir camp early in the morning, so I reached there at 8 and went to the scout den to study. Turns out some patrols were there, and they took the hi-fi set which I wanted to use. Anyway, tried to study DNA and nucleic acids, then eventually fell asleep. Not for long, as I half-awake I saw this grotesque mask over me, and I was totally freaked out. Fortuantely, it was just Alvin who scared me.
More people soon trickled in, and then Nick and I went to see the teacher. Turns out though, the teacher conveniently forgot of our meeting with her, and spent 5 mins on the phone attacking our idea of campfire. Oh well, like I said, I do not hold this teacher in high regard, so I wasn;t very surprise by her non-appearance. One should only respect those worth respecting. I make it a point to respect most teachers, unless they really prove to be inadequate ones.
Soon, everyone was here, and after some of them returned from meeting ms tan we started our meeting. In it, we finalised most of our stuff, but soon we got hungry and we went to S-11 at 1430. Lunch eaten, we went back to RI to build the 3-2-1 flagstaff. Quote alvin: "Building a 3-2-1 flagstaff is easy as 123."
Well, let's just say teh J1s did a great job building it. How long we took is irrelevant. We practised breaking the flag, and as usual the vlc people were talking about the keblakan puseng thing.
Finally we dragged ourselves out of RI. The others went to buy mahjong paper, I went to play Time Crisis 3.
I gave up after 2 tries, not even getting to the first stage boss. Then some middle-aged guy picked up the gun and started to play. He was wearing chunky slippers, ah pek style of t-shirt and had grey streaks in his hair. He was old enough to be father. Finding it curious that a person his age would play such a game, I watched him. In the end, I was staring slack-jawed at the screen as he beat teh game with only 1 credit, and losing only 1 life. He even purposely wasted his grenades, the most powerful weapon in the game, before finishing off the final boss. Then, when he completed the game, he just slammed the gun back into its resting slot and walked away.
Seriously, that was an eye-opener.
Went home after that, spent the last few hours doing questions for stupid quiz. Now it is 1 am, I need my beauty sleep.
Oh yah I will be away for a day camp for 4 days, just to let you guys know.
"01 Battlefield - Where Heroes Are Waiting To Be Crowned"
"Tommorrow I have nothing on, I can finally get a day's rest at home!" That was what I told my mum last night. Well, as usual, things do not go as planned...
First, received a phone call from nick telling me that I have to meet a certain teacher which I do not regard highly in RI, then we will have a GC meeting. I reluctantly agreed to come.
Thursday morning, received a msg from pam saying my script was rejected for being too intense and dark for dramafeste. I don't understand. It was dark, with characters that babble psychological nonsense that seems to make sense and, best of all I had the spastic boy! How can it not be a winner? (inside joke)
Rushed to school as my bro had to go for choir camp early in the morning, so I reached there at 8 and went to the scout den to study. Turns out some patrols were there, and they took the hi-fi set which I wanted to use. Anyway, tried to study DNA and nucleic acids, then eventually fell asleep. Not for long, as I half-awake I saw this grotesque mask over me, and I was totally freaked out. Fortuantely, it was just Alvin who scared me.
More people soon trickled in, and then Nick and I went to see the teacher. Turns out though, the teacher conveniently forgot of our meeting with her, and spent 5 mins on the phone attacking our idea of campfire. Oh well, like I said, I do not hold this teacher in high regard, so I wasn;t very surprise by her non-appearance. One should only respect those worth respecting. I make it a point to respect most teachers, unless they really prove to be inadequate ones.
Soon, everyone was here, and after some of them returned from meeting ms tan we started our meeting. In it, we finalised most of our stuff, but soon we got hungry and we went to S-11 at 1430. Lunch eaten, we went back to RI to build the 3-2-1 flagstaff. Quote alvin: "Building a 3-2-1 flagstaff is easy as 123."
Well, let's just say teh J1s did a great job building it. How long we took is irrelevant. We practised breaking the flag, and as usual the vlc people were talking about the keblakan puseng thing.
Finally we dragged ourselves out of RI. The others went to buy mahjong paper, I went to play Time Crisis 3.
I gave up after 2 tries, not even getting to the first stage boss. Then some middle-aged guy picked up the gun and started to play. He was wearing chunky slippers, ah pek style of t-shirt and had grey streaks in his hair. He was old enough to be father. Finding it curious that a person his age would play such a game, I watched him. In the end, I was staring slack-jawed at the screen as he beat teh game with only 1 credit, and losing only 1 life. He even purposely wasted his grenades, the most powerful weapon in the game, before finishing off the final boss. Then, when he completed the game, he just slammed the gun back into its resting slot and walked away.
Seriously, that was an eye-opener.
Went home after that, spent the last few hours doing questions for stupid quiz. Now it is 1 am, I need my beauty sleep.
Oh yah I will be away for a day camp for 4 days, just to let you guys know.
"01 Battlefield - Where Heroes Are Waiting To Be Crowned"
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Speaking out
Got this from mogilan's blog.
Quote: "well, just wanted to talk about pointers, or people who seem to be /are motivated solely by the attainment of CCA points... seems everyone is crazed about getting CCA points.
but u can't blame them. that's what PEARLS demands of all of us. Your CCA points will somehow play a role (how significent i don't know) in your A level results and hence your suitability/eligibility for the university of your choice. Don't really know how the whole crap works... don't really care... for the moment at least.
To me, i don't think that its a really fair system. For one, not all chairpersons do the same amount of work. Based on this principle, we see that the amount of points we earn usually will not equate to the amount and quality of work we produce.
The issue of doing comm. service for points is also a very shallow thought, but that's the situation in our lives today. Honestly, I must say that i really do not have time to engage in such comm. service. I don't even have time to sort out my studies, my CCA and other stuff. At this level, how can we be expected to perform comm service without any other ulterior motives, like the attaintment of points in mind? The materialistic and competitive nature of our modern society certainly does nothing to alleviate this problem and only serves to reinforce it. This is why i really admired my friend who did super lots of comm. service hours in secondary school, way past any MOE set limit. His involvement in his comm. service was sometimes at the expense of his academic work. When i asked why he spends so much time, he said, "you never waste time when u do comm. service". True indeed, well said, good friend.
If only the rest of the world thought like u.
back to the issue of the "pointers" i really detest such people by they are but victims of a vicious societal problem. They are not the cause, they are the products of a trend that will eventually lead to comm. service being known only a means of attaining other things. This will certainly degrade the fibres of our society and probably lead humankind to its destruction." End Quote.
I wholly agree with him. Not a lot of people understand his position, as he is in charge of an external cca from RJC and it is hard on him to try and juggle everything. I also know the friend he is talking about, and asked him the same question before. These kind of people are just rare, and I really admire him for his big heart, but I would never be able to emulate him.
As for the "pointers", I really don't blame you, as we are all victims of this system. Seriously if you remove the cca points incentive for doing comm service, not a lot of people will do comm service. I admit I don't really like doing comm service, but at least I make the effort to take it seriously. I really cannot stand people who do comm service only as an obligation, and then kaobeh about it, or even worse try to cheat. If I am one of those people receiving their "help" I would rather not receive then.
I still can't understand why MOE must quantify everything... after all, comm service is supposed to be voluntary, but now we are "persuaded" to do comm service, how can it be called comm service then? The irony is not lost on me.
Got this from mogilan's blog.
Quote: "well, just wanted to talk about pointers, or people who seem to be /are motivated solely by the attainment of CCA points... seems everyone is crazed about getting CCA points.
but u can't blame them. that's what PEARLS demands of all of us. Your CCA points will somehow play a role (how significent i don't know) in your A level results and hence your suitability/eligibility for the university of your choice. Don't really know how the whole crap works... don't really care... for the moment at least.
To me, i don't think that its a really fair system. For one, not all chairpersons do the same amount of work. Based on this principle, we see that the amount of points we earn usually will not equate to the amount and quality of work we produce.
The issue of doing comm. service for points is also a very shallow thought, but that's the situation in our lives today. Honestly, I must say that i really do not have time to engage in such comm. service. I don't even have time to sort out my studies, my CCA and other stuff. At this level, how can we be expected to perform comm service without any other ulterior motives, like the attaintment of points in mind? The materialistic and competitive nature of our modern society certainly does nothing to alleviate this problem and only serves to reinforce it. This is why i really admired my friend who did super lots of comm. service hours in secondary school, way past any MOE set limit. His involvement in his comm. service was sometimes at the expense of his academic work. When i asked why he spends so much time, he said, "you never waste time when u do comm. service". True indeed, well said, good friend.
If only the rest of the world thought like u.
back to the issue of the "pointers" i really detest such people by they are but victims of a vicious societal problem. They are not the cause, they are the products of a trend that will eventually lead to comm. service being known only a means of attaining other things. This will certainly degrade the fibres of our society and probably lead humankind to its destruction." End Quote.
I wholly agree with him. Not a lot of people understand his position, as he is in charge of an external cca from RJC and it is hard on him to try and juggle everything. I also know the friend he is talking about, and asked him the same question before. These kind of people are just rare, and I really admire him for his big heart, but I would never be able to emulate him.
As for the "pointers", I really don't blame you, as we are all victims of this system. Seriously if you remove the cca points incentive for doing comm service, not a lot of people will do comm service. I admit I don't really like doing comm service, but at least I make the effort to take it seriously. I really cannot stand people who do comm service only as an obligation, and then kaobeh about it, or even worse try to cheat. If I am one of those people receiving their "help" I would rather not receive then.
I still can't understand why MOE must quantify everything... after all, comm service is supposed to be voluntary, but now we are "persuaded" to do comm service, how can it be called comm service then? The irony is not lost on me.
So long and thanks for the memories
David Beckham has left Manchester United. In 1999, at the height of the success of the treble, it was unthinkable. Now, the unthinkable had happened.
I was never much a Beckham fan, I had supported Manchester United since primary 4, and I always admired them for their attractive attacking football and undying spirit. They never give up, even when it seems a lost cause.
So in a sense, I feel Beckham's departure is good for Man Utd. They now have the money to buy 3 new players, which will no doubt strengthen their squad.
I sensed Beckham was on his way out quite early, as I found it odd that Man Utd could leave out the England captain in crucial games. Man Utd no longer uses the atypical 4-4-2, which requires wingers to cross for the 2 strikers in the centre. They had switched to a more dynamic 4-5-1, spearheaded by van Nistelrooy. The wide players like Giggs are expected to cut in to support van Nistelrooy. This makes for a more unpredictable style of play, where attacking midfielders Scholes, Giggs, Solskjaer interchange positions while defensive midfielders Keane and Butt break up play. Beckham, for all his crossing ability, does not fit into such a system and therefore was dropped, then sold.
I now hope Man Utd buys a top quality right midefielder, someone like Figo. Perhaps even Kewell, even though he is left-footed, he can cut in and shoot with his left foot.
Whatever happens, I wish Beckham the best of luck, and I will always remember the great things he did, like supplying 2 crosses for Dwight Yorke to beat Inter 2-0, the audacious 60 yard chip over Neil Sullivan, and more recently the S-shaped free kick against Aston Villa in 1999. He was a loyal servant to Manchester United, and as a fan I salute him.
David Beckham has left Manchester United. In 1999, at the height of the success of the treble, it was unthinkable. Now, the unthinkable had happened.
I was never much a Beckham fan, I had supported Manchester United since primary 4, and I always admired them for their attractive attacking football and undying spirit. They never give up, even when it seems a lost cause.
So in a sense, I feel Beckham's departure is good for Man Utd. They now have the money to buy 3 new players, which will no doubt strengthen their squad.
I sensed Beckham was on his way out quite early, as I found it odd that Man Utd could leave out the England captain in crucial games. Man Utd no longer uses the atypical 4-4-2, which requires wingers to cross for the 2 strikers in the centre. They had switched to a more dynamic 4-5-1, spearheaded by van Nistelrooy. The wide players like Giggs are expected to cut in to support van Nistelrooy. This makes for a more unpredictable style of play, where attacking midfielders Scholes, Giggs, Solskjaer interchange positions while defensive midfielders Keane and Butt break up play. Beckham, for all his crossing ability, does not fit into such a system and therefore was dropped, then sold.
I now hope Man Utd buys a top quality right midefielder, someone like Figo. Perhaps even Kewell, even though he is left-footed, he can cut in and shoot with his left foot.
Whatever happens, I wish Beckham the best of luck, and I will always remember the great things he did, like supplying 2 crosses for Dwight Yorke to beat Inter 2-0, the audacious 60 yard chip over Neil Sullivan, and more recently the S-shaped free kick against Aston Villa in 1999. He was a loyal servant to Manchester United, and as a fan I salute him.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Walking Away
It was almost hallucinogenic, surreal feel. Everything felt different, the wind blew abnormally lightly, tugging at her shoulder length hair. The streetlights around bathed the surrounding with soft yellow light, illuminating the otherwise dim overhead bridge. All around them, the trees rustled slightly, which was the only sound save for the roar of an occasional passing car.
She stood there, overlooking the wide paved road. She put up one hand next to her face, preventing her hair from billowing into her face. Her liquid brown eyes stared off into the distance, before she raised her head to admire the stars above. A solitary bird cawed, before flapping its wings and soared away.
He stood there, mesmerised, enchanted, heart pounding loudly. She was there, less than an arm’s length away. He watched her silently, afraid of saying something wrong, afraid of doing something wrong.
She watched him as he shuffled awkwardly, refusing to meet her gaze. She giggled a bit, before taking a step forward to him. His eyes opened wide, not wanting to believe that what he was seeing was true.
He struggled to open his mouth to speak, but before he could stammer any words out she silenced him with a finger to his mouth. Then, as he frantically tried to think of what was the right thing to do, she threw her arms around him.
It took his confused mind a whole second to comprehend what had happened. He felt the warm embrace, the comfort of human closeness, something he wanted, had yearned for. He remembered the cold emptiness he felt on Valentine’s Day as he saw couples together. He remembered the pain of rejection from his first crush, he remembered the longing he felt when his friends got attached one by one.
Time seemed to slow into eternity.
Then, he slowly took her hands off him.
She looked at his face with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She gasped silently as she saw in place of a pair of lively eyes was a pair with great sadness.
She opened her mouth to speak, but it was his turn to place his finger on her lips. She stopped, and he ran his hands through her hair.
Just once.
He withdrew his hand, placed both of them into his pants pockets, and slowly turned away.
He had to.
She looked on silently, there was no need for words.
He did the right thing. He was not worthy of her, he knew. Even if she thought so, he did not.
Even dreams have to meet harsh reality one day.
He did the right thing.
He just could not stop doing the right thing.
Something I dug up from my computer hard drive. Inspired by the ending to the Spider-Man movie. Wonder if I'll act that way too...
It was almost hallucinogenic, surreal feel. Everything felt different, the wind blew abnormally lightly, tugging at her shoulder length hair. The streetlights around bathed the surrounding with soft yellow light, illuminating the otherwise dim overhead bridge. All around them, the trees rustled slightly, which was the only sound save for the roar of an occasional passing car.
She stood there, overlooking the wide paved road. She put up one hand next to her face, preventing her hair from billowing into her face. Her liquid brown eyes stared off into the distance, before she raised her head to admire the stars above. A solitary bird cawed, before flapping its wings and soared away.
He stood there, mesmerised, enchanted, heart pounding loudly. She was there, less than an arm’s length away. He watched her silently, afraid of saying something wrong, afraid of doing something wrong.
She watched him as he shuffled awkwardly, refusing to meet her gaze. She giggled a bit, before taking a step forward to him. His eyes opened wide, not wanting to believe that what he was seeing was true.
He struggled to open his mouth to speak, but before he could stammer any words out she silenced him with a finger to his mouth. Then, as he frantically tried to think of what was the right thing to do, she threw her arms around him.
It took his confused mind a whole second to comprehend what had happened. He felt the warm embrace, the comfort of human closeness, something he wanted, had yearned for. He remembered the cold emptiness he felt on Valentine’s Day as he saw couples together. He remembered the pain of rejection from his first crush, he remembered the longing he felt when his friends got attached one by one.
Time seemed to slow into eternity.
Then, he slowly took her hands off him.
She looked at his face with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She gasped silently as she saw in place of a pair of lively eyes was a pair with great sadness.
She opened her mouth to speak, but it was his turn to place his finger on her lips. She stopped, and he ran his hands through her hair.
Just once.
He withdrew his hand, placed both of them into his pants pockets, and slowly turned away.
He had to.
She looked on silently, there was no need for words.
He did the right thing. He was not worthy of her, he knew. Even if she thought so, he did not.
Even dreams have to meet harsh reality one day.
He did the right thing.
He just could not stop doing the right thing.
Something I dug up from my computer hard drive. Inspired by the ending to the Spider-Man movie. Wonder if I'll act that way too...
So now what?
An ant crawled into my 8250.
No joke here, I saw it crawling inside my screen and tried to get rid of it at first, thinking it was on the outside. Then I realised it was inside. My reaction was, "what the hell?!"
In the end, shook the phone darn hard and the poor creature crawled out the gap between the left select button and the top arrow...
Oh yah, to all who visit here read the italic passage below, 16/6 entry. Tell me on the tagboard whether it makes you want to pick up the book and flip through it if the passage was the blurb. Yeah thanks
An ant crawled into my 8250.
No joke here, I saw it crawling inside my screen and tried to get rid of it at first, thinking it was on the outside. Then I realised it was inside. My reaction was, "what the hell?!"
In the end, shook the phone darn hard and the poor creature crawled out the gap between the left select button and the top arrow...
Oh yah, to all who visit here read the italic passage below, 16/6 entry. Tell me on the tagboard whether it makes you want to pick up the book and flip through it if the passage was the blurb. Yeah thanks
Monday, June 16, 2003
I see them there, on stage, walking jubilantly on stage, beaming, knowing that they now are the new student leaders, the ones who would propel the school to greater heights, the ones who would play their part in making the school a better place. Armed with only their aspirations and ideals, they stand before the entire expectant student population, every one of them eager to start building their legacy.
I sit quietly below, staring intently at them.
Little did they know.
They can do what they have to do because of me.
They can go to sleep peacefully each night, because of me.
I fight an invisible war against your greatest nightmares.
I stare at their inhuman eyes all the time.
I hunt them down, kill them mercilessly, terminate them with extreme prejudice.
I am the only soldier in this unseen war.
I fight in the shadows, to allow all of you the bliss of ignorance.
I fight to allow you to tuck in your children at night and assure them that there is no bogeyman.
You never see me in action.
You'll never know what I do.
Never know my sacrifices.
My emotions.
My life.
I am a soldier.
I fight.
That is what I do.
The intro to my discarded fanfic. Just thought I put it here as a reminder that I finished only 2 chapters out of a planned 23...
I sit quietly below, staring intently at them.
Little did they know.
They can do what they have to do because of me.
They can go to sleep peacefully each night, because of me.
I fight an invisible war against your greatest nightmares.
I stare at their inhuman eyes all the time.
I hunt them down, kill them mercilessly, terminate them with extreme prejudice.
I am the only soldier in this unseen war.
I fight in the shadows, to allow all of you the bliss of ignorance.
I fight to allow you to tuck in your children at night and assure them that there is no bogeyman.
You never see me in action.
You'll never know what I do.
Never know my sacrifices.
My emotions.
My life.
I am a soldier.
I fight.
That is what I do.
The intro to my discarded fanfic. Just thought I put it here as a reminder that I finished only 2 chapters out of a planned 23...
Saturday, June 14, 2003
"It's over, Prime..."
Megatron, Transformers: The Movie 1990
CCAL camp, thank goodness, was slightly more fun today, because it required a lot of hands on stuff, and we played the classic team building games, like come in the centre and huddle. I must say that I learnt some stuff from it after all, and it wasn't quite the total waste of time I thought it would be.
Some much crap happened throughout, gladys causing everyone to look at me by yelping damm loudly, adrian talking a lot of crap (as usual), having a mass apology and encouragement session where I was told by velda that I had a bad leg, and apologised to sharon over the short and basketball jokes I ever made about her.I also had to carry xing cong, watch renji talk crap his slippery fingers etc. It was a nice day in the end. Dad told me in the morning how boring it may be, you are obliged to go for it, simply because it is a committment, and if you don't have passion for what you are doing, you will never enjoy it and it will become a chore. I'm glad I took his advice.
Father's day tommorrow, as usual no gift. If I bought a gift he would scold me for wasting money, that's my dad for you. As usual, to celebrate Father's day, I would let him read the papers first. Serious. With 3 people, 1 Straits Times is not enough to go around.
Had a hectic week, filled with trainings, a beach outing, LCMs, and the euphoria of getting my own foil. Saw adrian's face for 6 days, next week I'll see him for 5 days (6 if there is a meeting on tues)....
Wish I could make myself study hard, somehow everytime I face a book I feel like sleeping... Right arm still smarts a bit, but should be fine after a while...
Next week will be more trainings and finally AC. Although SARS forced us to change a lot of the original plans, we are confident this year's AC will be as good as it gets.
And Brandon if you see this, I want to kick your butt. Both adrian and I brought blank cds today, and you didn't show up. You owe us Vice City...
There is a PW meeting tommorrow, venue time unknown... ain't that just prime?
Brendan my bro just bought the new alex rider book, and now he and I are wrestling over who gets to read it when, waiting for him to sleep to read it. But seemingly he intends to stay awake and finish the book. By the way, the books are very good, they are by anthony hororwitz and it is about a teenage spy named alex rider, but it deals with the issue of saving the world in a very serious and mature manner.
One week of the hols has bitten the dust, 2 more weeks before common tests, which I promised mum that I would work hard for...Last week friday would be the meeting again of my primary school friends, weilin, bing han and larry, wonder how they all have been.
Last of all, to signal the coming of AC, I ended a mail with "01 Battlefield - Where heroes are waiting to be crowned."
5 minutes later, alvin sends a mail with the line below.
"01 Battlefield - Where heroes are waiting to be killed."
Megatron, Transformers: The Movie 1990
CCAL camp, thank goodness, was slightly more fun today, because it required a lot of hands on stuff, and we played the classic team building games, like come in the centre and huddle. I must say that I learnt some stuff from it after all, and it wasn't quite the total waste of time I thought it would be.
Some much crap happened throughout, gladys causing everyone to look at me by yelping damm loudly, adrian talking a lot of crap (as usual), having a mass apology and encouragement session where I was told by velda that I had a bad leg, and apologised to sharon over the short and basketball jokes I ever made about her.I also had to carry xing cong, watch renji talk crap his slippery fingers etc. It was a nice day in the end. Dad told me in the morning how boring it may be, you are obliged to go for it, simply because it is a committment, and if you don't have passion for what you are doing, you will never enjoy it and it will become a chore. I'm glad I took his advice.
Father's day tommorrow, as usual no gift. If I bought a gift he would scold me for wasting money, that's my dad for you. As usual, to celebrate Father's day, I would let him read the papers first. Serious. With 3 people, 1 Straits Times is not enough to go around.
Had a hectic week, filled with trainings, a beach outing, LCMs, and the euphoria of getting my own foil. Saw adrian's face for 6 days, next week I'll see him for 5 days (6 if there is a meeting on tues)....
Wish I could make myself study hard, somehow everytime I face a book I feel like sleeping... Right arm still smarts a bit, but should be fine after a while...
Next week will be more trainings and finally AC. Although SARS forced us to change a lot of the original plans, we are confident this year's AC will be as good as it gets.
And Brandon if you see this, I want to kick your butt. Both adrian and I brought blank cds today, and you didn't show up. You owe us Vice City...
There is a PW meeting tommorrow, venue time unknown... ain't that just prime?
Brendan my bro just bought the new alex rider book, and now he and I are wrestling over who gets to read it when, waiting for him to sleep to read it. But seemingly he intends to stay awake and finish the book. By the way, the books are very good, they are by anthony hororwitz and it is about a teenage spy named alex rider, but it deals with the issue of saving the world in a very serious and mature manner.
One week of the hols has bitten the dust, 2 more weeks before common tests, which I promised mum that I would work hard for...Last week friday would be the meeting again of my primary school friends, weilin, bing han and larry, wonder how they all have been.
Last of all, to signal the coming of AC, I ended a mail with "01 Battlefield - Where heroes are waiting to be crowned."
5 minutes later, alvin sends a mail with the line below.
"01 Battlefield - Where heroes are waiting to be killed."
Friday, June 13, 2003
Transfromers: Generation 1: Prime Directive Review
Those lucky and clever enough to follow Dreamwave's first series of their Transformers line, I applaud you. I paid $36 for the compilation and never regretted it for a moment.
For starters, the artwork is brilliant. The colours were vibrant, and the artists didn't make the Transformers look like Lego toys, all blocky and ugly like the old comics. Also, backgrounds were detailed, and the various covers were breathtaking.
The storyline is the main draw. No longer do we have childish plots and superficial happily-ever-after endings, this is a war, and war hurts. Some of the Transformers meet their end, and many humans as well as they are caught in the deadly crossfire between the 2 factions. Humanity is no longer awed by these magnificant marvels of technology, but are now fearful of their destructive power and want them to leave, fight their own war somewhere else.
Welcome to the real world, it seems to tell us. It tells us, in the most direct and blunt ways that war has plenty of casualties, and throws the noble Autobots' cause into question.
What more can you ask? I believe that this 6 issue mini series is one of the best Transformers stories ever, right up there with Beast Wars season 2 plots.
What next? War and Peace, volume 2, promises to be bigger, better and has Optimus duking it out with Ultra Magnus. From the sypnosis of the story, it promises to be a mega blast.
Starscream, triumphant? Optimus Prime taking out his former comrade-in-arms, Ultra Magnus? All will be revealed in the explosive second volume, War and Peace.
"Till all are one!"
Those lucky and clever enough to follow Dreamwave's first series of their Transformers line, I applaud you. I paid $36 for the compilation and never regretted it for a moment.
For starters, the artwork is brilliant. The colours were vibrant, and the artists didn't make the Transformers look like Lego toys, all blocky and ugly like the old comics. Also, backgrounds were detailed, and the various covers were breathtaking.
The storyline is the main draw. No longer do we have childish plots and superficial happily-ever-after endings, this is a war, and war hurts. Some of the Transformers meet their end, and many humans as well as they are caught in the deadly crossfire between the 2 factions. Humanity is no longer awed by these magnificant marvels of technology, but are now fearful of their destructive power and want them to leave, fight their own war somewhere else.
Welcome to the real world, it seems to tell us. It tells us, in the most direct and blunt ways that war has plenty of casualties, and throws the noble Autobots' cause into question.
What more can you ask? I believe that this 6 issue mini series is one of the best Transformers stories ever, right up there with Beast Wars season 2 plots.
What next? War and Peace, volume 2, promises to be bigger, better and has Optimus duking it out with Ultra Magnus. From the sypnosis of the story, it promises to be a mega blast.
Starscream, triumphant? Optimus Prime taking out his former comrade-in-arms, Ultra Magnus? All will be revealed in the explosive second volume, War and Peace.
"Till all are one!"
Same shit, different day part 2
CCAL camp is getting from bad to worse... and today I had to eat a raw egg thanks to the fact that we failed to cushion our eggs from their fatal drop... had a slight stomachache after that.
Bought TMNT #1, not that good, as it rehashes what I saw in episode 1, but I must admit the change in perception of the story is good. But from now on I think I'll stick to Dreamwave's Transformers comics instead.
The mere thought of wasting a good saturday bugs me, but still duty first, whether I like it or not I have to go tommorrow.
CCAL camp is getting from bad to worse... and today I had to eat a raw egg thanks to the fact that we failed to cushion our eggs from their fatal drop... had a slight stomachache after that.
Bought TMNT #1, not that good, as it rehashes what I saw in episode 1, but I must admit the change in perception of the story is good. But from now on I think I'll stick to Dreamwave's Transformers comics instead.
The mere thought of wasting a good saturday bugs me, but still duty first, whether I like it or not I have to go tommorrow.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Same shit, different day.
CCAL camp is just damm boring... some parts of it was fun but I just can't shake off the feeling that I would be better off doing something else...like trying to study...
Argh, have the most agonising decision to make, whether to in fell swoop buy Armada #3 to #12...would cost me at least $70... also I am on the look out for the War Within compilation...need to stock up on $$.
Dreamwave's comics are damm good. Artwork is great, storyline great, price not so great...I think I will just buy the compilations for all the 6 issue mini series like War and Peace and try to stop myself from buying Armada comics...
And now there's TMNT, Transformers/G.I Joe comics coming... must learn to resist...
Read on Hasbro's official page that they are doing a live-action Transformers movie, really made my day. Then also find out that they are doing a live action Evangelion movie. Made my day even better. I am not a fanatic, but I still hope that they will do the 2 movies well, but knowing the americans, they won't be able to do justice to such a great series such as Evangelion.
CCAL camp is just damm boring... some parts of it was fun but I just can't shake off the feeling that I would be better off doing something else...like trying to study...
Argh, have the most agonising decision to make, whether to in fell swoop buy Armada #3 to #12...would cost me at least $70... also I am on the look out for the War Within compilation...need to stock up on $$.
Dreamwave's comics are damm good. Artwork is great, storyline great, price not so great...I think I will just buy the compilations for all the 6 issue mini series like War and Peace and try to stop myself from buying Armada comics...
And now there's TMNT, Transformers/G.I Joe comics coming... must learn to resist...
Read on Hasbro's official page that they are doing a live-action Transformers movie, really made my day. Then also find out that they are doing a live action Evangelion movie. Made my day even better. I am not a fanatic, but I still hope that they will do the 2 movies well, but knowing the americans, they won't be able to do justice to such a great series such as Evangelion.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
There is no spoon.
Update on the last few days.
Tuesday, studied a lot, which means like 4 hours or so. Then went to the beach for fencer's gathering. Took me a long tiem to get there, because adrian's instructions were rather confusing and I missed my stop on 135. When I got there, gladys was trying to ride a bike, rather unsuccessfully I must add. At 1 point there were 10 people helping her, then everyone left except for a few. In the end, after struggling with the bike for 2 hours, she gave up. The bike shop uncle kindly told her that she could come back tommorrow for free, this after he rather demoralised her by saying that 7 little kids he taught in the morning took only 1 hour to learn. Anyway, watching her try to balance was rather amusing, I must say.
Then they moved on to the beach, and I smelt something very fishy, therefore I kept away from the water. Suddenly, jan grabbed her foot and sat down, and gladys was shouting that she was bitten by a crab. Adrian and I were puzzled, as a crab technically doesn't bite, it merely snaps you with its pincers, therefore we walked slowly towards them. Then, the poor victim, whose name I shall withhold, was grabbed and tossed into the sea. That sparked off a crazy dunking frenzy, which only a few people, like YJ and myself escaped, YJ as he was smart and run fast enough, me because I was holding on to other people's belongings. Adrian got dunked, despite his (fake) protests that he had an appointment later etc.
The best part was when someone broke the key to the bicycle lock in the lock. So they had to grab a piler from the bike shop and cut the wire, zheng xian was so pissed off that he practically pulled the wires apart. While they were still cutting the lock, I pointed out that there was a rainbow. Julian, rather pissed off over his run of bad luck, said "with my luck, now there's a rainbow, 5 minutes later it will rain." Sure enough, once the wire was cut, it rained. Murphy's law at its finest.
Then accompanied adrian back to his damm posh home, in a cab. Saw his damm posh room, his 5.17 gb music collection, basically witnessed the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Then, adrian's dad gave me a lift to the bus stop, where I took 14 home.
Wednesday, tried to study, but failed badly as my right hand hurt like hell. I could feel a dull pain all the way down to my fingers, which made using a mouse hard. In the end dragged my pained arm to training, which was shorter than usual, as we had to go to balmoral plaza to collect my equipment. But it rained, so we delayed going to balmoral. In the end, we got there quite late, at 1845, but after letting the girls cut my queue I got my equipment.
I got my foil. My own foil, no need to beg from the other people now. Feel like poking my bedroom walls...
Update on the last few days.
Tuesday, studied a lot, which means like 4 hours or so. Then went to the beach for fencer's gathering. Took me a long tiem to get there, because adrian's instructions were rather confusing and I missed my stop on 135. When I got there, gladys was trying to ride a bike, rather unsuccessfully I must add. At 1 point there were 10 people helping her, then everyone left except for a few. In the end, after struggling with the bike for 2 hours, she gave up. The bike shop uncle kindly told her that she could come back tommorrow for free, this after he rather demoralised her by saying that 7 little kids he taught in the morning took only 1 hour to learn. Anyway, watching her try to balance was rather amusing, I must say.
Then they moved on to the beach, and I smelt something very fishy, therefore I kept away from the water. Suddenly, jan grabbed her foot and sat down, and gladys was shouting that she was bitten by a crab. Adrian and I were puzzled, as a crab technically doesn't bite, it merely snaps you with its pincers, therefore we walked slowly towards them. Then, the poor victim, whose name I shall withhold, was grabbed and tossed into the sea. That sparked off a crazy dunking frenzy, which only a few people, like YJ and myself escaped, YJ as he was smart and run fast enough, me because I was holding on to other people's belongings. Adrian got dunked, despite his (fake) protests that he had an appointment later etc.
The best part was when someone broke the key to the bicycle lock in the lock. So they had to grab a piler from the bike shop and cut the wire, zheng xian was so pissed off that he practically pulled the wires apart. While they were still cutting the lock, I pointed out that there was a rainbow. Julian, rather pissed off over his run of bad luck, said "with my luck, now there's a rainbow, 5 minutes later it will rain." Sure enough, once the wire was cut, it rained. Murphy's law at its finest.
Then accompanied adrian back to his damm posh home, in a cab. Saw his damm posh room, his 5.17 gb music collection, basically witnessed the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Then, adrian's dad gave me a lift to the bus stop, where I took 14 home.
Wednesday, tried to study, but failed badly as my right hand hurt like hell. I could feel a dull pain all the way down to my fingers, which made using a mouse hard. In the end dragged my pained arm to training, which was shorter than usual, as we had to go to balmoral plaza to collect my equipment. But it rained, so we delayed going to balmoral. In the end, we got there quite late, at 1845, but after letting the girls cut my queue I got my equipment.
I got my foil. My own foil, no need to beg from the other people now. Feel like poking my bedroom walls...
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
The culmination of our efforts with EVA:R, "How Do You Feel?" was the main goal of the project from its very inception. The question this episode begs is one of choice: Can man be selfless in his actions? Can he choose for the greater good, whilst satisfying his own needs? What of the self? Is man's desire to change for the better an indication of some tragic flaw in his being? This question, of course, raises yet another: the most basic. Is Man inherently good, or evil?
Secondly, "How Do You Feel?" necessitates its own philosophy. One that has been carried throughout both EVA and EVA:R. . .In the end, The world is what you choose to make it. Be you a staunch pessimist or an undying optimist. Our belief, though, is not stated outright. Rather, it is mirrored in the events to be found taking place within the script. It is here, reader, that we beg YOUR interpretation.
From www.eva-r.com. Felt like putting the blurb up here for the final episode as I re-read it for the 5th time I think. All Eva fans should go read.
Secondly, "How Do You Feel?" necessitates its own philosophy. One that has been carried throughout both EVA and EVA:R. . .In the end, The world is what you choose to make it. Be you a staunch pessimist or an undying optimist. Our belief, though, is not stated outright. Rather, it is mirrored in the events to be found taking place within the script. It is here, reader, that we beg YOUR interpretation.
From www.eva-r.com. Felt like putting the blurb up here for the final episode as I re-read it for the 5th time I think. All Eva fans should go read.
End of Evangelion: Episode 25 AIR/Love is destructive
Finally remembered where "love is destructive" comes from. Those who ever watched the above movie will agree why the title chosen is very apt, especially for the *ehem* hospital scene. EoE was disturbing, yet so very true. If you stripped away all the religious and technical stuff, the essential story is of a boy saddled with a great burden, a father that only treats him as a tool, the girl he likes is always putting him down, the other girl is enigmatic, and his guardian is no better than himself.
Love is destructive.
That is my opinion.
Maybe it is because I have never experienced it.
Maybe because I am cold-blooded.
Love is beautiful, no doubt.
But just as it is beautiful, it is destructive.
Why?
Love is like a rose. You only see the pretty flower and forget that if you want the flower, you need to go past the thorns.
Sighz, actually I don't know what am I typing...
Maybe the true reason why I think so is because love is dynamic, while work, studies are static. You work hard in those areas you will eventually succeed, but in love it may be like running against a brick wall...
Finally remembered where "love is destructive" comes from. Those who ever watched the above movie will agree why the title chosen is very apt, especially for the *ehem* hospital scene. EoE was disturbing, yet so very true. If you stripped away all the religious and technical stuff, the essential story is of a boy saddled with a great burden, a father that only treats him as a tool, the girl he likes is always putting him down, the other girl is enigmatic, and his guardian is no better than himself.
Love is destructive.
That is my opinion.
Maybe it is because I have never experienced it.
Maybe because I am cold-blooded.
Love is beautiful, no doubt.
But just as it is beautiful, it is destructive.
Why?
Love is like a rose. You only see the pretty flower and forget that if you want the flower, you need to go past the thorns.
Sighz, actually I don't know what am I typing...
Maybe the true reason why I think so is because love is dynamic, while work, studies are static. You work hard in those areas you will eventually succeed, but in love it may be like running against a brick wall...
Monday, June 09, 2003
My head tells me not to, but my heart is telling me the exact opposite, enticing me, preying on my weaknesses, escalating my hopes, throwing all logical reasoning out of the window. Such is the destructive power of a simple human emotion: Love.
One friend just saw the girl he liked all the while leave him for a faraway place.
Another is still struggling to tell her he likes her, for fear of rejection.
Another is still having feelings for someone he lost a long time ago.
Another confessed, and was rejected, now the two of them behave awkwardly in each other's presence.
Another is still trying to figure out his feelings for her.
Another is rueing lost opportunities.
Another is happily unattached on the outside, yet pines inside.
Another struggles to tell her he likes her as he feels he is not worth her.
So many incidences, all from different backgrounds, places, people, yet binded by a single emotion.
A computer can only think in binary, 1 and 0. We humans have the ability to have emotions, making us different from computers.
Me?
I was once struck by that same emotion, so strong that I missed the glaringly obvious truth right in front of me.
Now?
What does not kill me, will only make me stronger.
My head dictates all my actions now.
One friend just saw the girl he liked all the while leave him for a faraway place.
Another is still struggling to tell her he likes her, for fear of rejection.
Another is still having feelings for someone he lost a long time ago.
Another confessed, and was rejected, now the two of them behave awkwardly in each other's presence.
Another is still trying to figure out his feelings for her.
Another is rueing lost opportunities.
Another is happily unattached on the outside, yet pines inside.
Another struggles to tell her he likes her as he feels he is not worth her.
So many incidences, all from different backgrounds, places, people, yet binded by a single emotion.
A computer can only think in binary, 1 and 0. We humans have the ability to have emotions, making us different from computers.
Me?
I was once struck by that same emotion, so strong that I missed the glaringly obvious truth right in front of me.
Now?
What does not kill me, will only make me stronger.
My head dictates all my actions now.
The truth is, that the path of the One is made by the many.
When was the last time I blogged? Just 4 days and so much has happened...
Friday was the last day of school, and as usual I slacked through it. Somehow my drive for doing work decreases as the term ends, but then I was never that hardworkign anyway...After floorball for PE went to watch Finding Nemo with 3 other ppl from the class. The movie was great, filled with insider jokes and endearing characters. For once Disney impressed me, but the animation done by Pixar was astounding, the water was so fluid and real. However my favourite animation studio is still Mainframe, for the simple reason they did Beast Wars.
After the movie, some of the class came to the pool under my house to eat. Talked cock with boon kwan and yangqi for a while then went upstairs to do proposals for AC.
Saturday, went for training, then for meeting in RI. Discussed AC plans, and felt that despite the inflexible rulings of the school admin, we can make it a success. Went home, then had to leave for my cousin's wedding. It was strangely, one of the more quiet weddings I have ever attended. No emcee talking, most of the time we were just eating. The cake was also made of plastic.
Sunday, supposed to study econs, instead slacked most of the day. Eventually got down to studying, but only completed less than half of econs.
Monday, now worrying about outlook, Campfire proposals, my inability to study econs...
On the bright side, I finally got the game version of Suteki Da Ne, sounds much better than the original.
And yes, to a good friend, like at the end of FFX, it was all a dream on one person's part. For all those who watched the ending, you would know how heart-wrenching the scene was. To this good friend, I cannot offer any words of comfort, neither can I say "Forget it". I do not have the right to do so. All I can say is that I, as the capacity of a good friend, will be there for you.
Most importantly, memories never die.
When was the last time I blogged? Just 4 days and so much has happened...
Friday was the last day of school, and as usual I slacked through it. Somehow my drive for doing work decreases as the term ends, but then I was never that hardworkign anyway...After floorball for PE went to watch Finding Nemo with 3 other ppl from the class. The movie was great, filled with insider jokes and endearing characters. For once Disney impressed me, but the animation done by Pixar was astounding, the water was so fluid and real. However my favourite animation studio is still Mainframe, for the simple reason they did Beast Wars.
After the movie, some of the class came to the pool under my house to eat. Talked cock with boon kwan and yangqi for a while then went upstairs to do proposals for AC.
Saturday, went for training, then for meeting in RI. Discussed AC plans, and felt that despite the inflexible rulings of the school admin, we can make it a success. Went home, then had to leave for my cousin's wedding. It was strangely, one of the more quiet weddings I have ever attended. No emcee talking, most of the time we were just eating. The cake was also made of plastic.
Sunday, supposed to study econs, instead slacked most of the day. Eventually got down to studying, but only completed less than half of econs.
Monday, now worrying about outlook, Campfire proposals, my inability to study econs...
On the bright side, I finally got the game version of Suteki Da Ne, sounds much better than the original.
And yes, to a good friend, like at the end of FFX, it was all a dream on one person's part. For all those who watched the ending, you would know how heart-wrenching the scene was. To this good friend, I cannot offer any words of comfort, neither can I say "Forget it". I do not have the right to do so. All I can say is that I, as the capacity of a good friend, will be there for you.
Most importantly, memories never die.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
In the immortal words of Rattrap, It's always something.
Well, they say good things come in threes, well that could be the story of my day. Fortunately things went better for me as I changed my mentality about things. I am still seething about the campfire postponement, but have calmed down somewhat. Still, thinking of it makes my blood boil. And the other things, well let's just say there were no problems in the first place, I made it seem worse than it really was. Really acted like a guy with a major hangover today, fortunately I didn't lash out at anyone verbally, which I am prone to do so at times when I get frustrated.
Time really flies. Tommorrow is the last day of term 2. 5 months have just flown by. I look back and see nothing but a steep learning curve I had, learning to adapt to a new environment, adapt to new people, something I never got to grips with. I gained a lot out of these 5 months, learning, experiencing, growing as a person.
Still, like a certain incident that happened today in class, no one knows the true me. Maybe some of the Guys TM do, but not everyone does. Do I want to be as clear as a window pane? I have always been confused by this.
Found this damm good site that gives a clear explanations for Reloaded. http://web.jaced.com:8080/matrix/matrixreloaded.html
Free your mind.
Well, they say good things come in threes, well that could be the story of my day. Fortunately things went better for me as I changed my mentality about things. I am still seething about the campfire postponement, but have calmed down somewhat. Still, thinking of it makes my blood boil. And the other things, well let's just say there were no problems in the first place, I made it seem worse than it really was. Really acted like a guy with a major hangover today, fortunately I didn't lash out at anyone verbally, which I am prone to do so at times when I get frustrated.
Time really flies. Tommorrow is the last day of term 2. 5 months have just flown by. I look back and see nothing but a steep learning curve I had, learning to adapt to a new environment, adapt to new people, something I never got to grips with. I gained a lot out of these 5 months, learning, experiencing, growing as a person.
Still, like a certain incident that happened today in class, no one knows the true me. Maybe some of the Guys TM do, but not everyone does. Do I want to be as clear as a window pane? I have always been confused by this.
Found this damm good site that gives a clear explanations for Reloaded. http://web.jaced.com:8080/matrix/matrixreloaded.html
Free your mind.
Sunday, June 01, 2003
There is only one thing that is constant in this world. You can't please everyone.
Sighz, it's Sunday night and I'm here typing again.
Woke up late on Saturday, saw that I had 1 new message on my phone. It was Edwin saying that he had a fever of 37.9 degrees and he is not coming for activity. That left myself, Adrian, Alvin, Fabian and Lau who was coming later at 11 to carry out the activity.
Although there was a shortage of people, in the end we managed to pull of the activity quite well. Fortunately Fabian came, or I would have killed him the next time I see him again. And for once, Owl won, how they did it I don't know...
After that Adrian and I went to RJ via 156 to be ushers for the parents-teacher meeting. It was quite sian, and Adrian left me behind to be Soon Kiat... Not too bad an experience, most of the parents were friendly. And the funny part was the persuasion tactics employed by the maintainence people to get rid of parents still talking to the teachers, they closed the doors to the hall and started turning off the lights. The parents left soon after. Very effective.
To sum up what Mrs Toh said to my parents:
1) Need to work harder, results not good despite having the potential
2) Too much on my plate (6 CCAs)
3) Need to exercise more tact and talk less
My response:
1) This I acknowledge, I have been very lazy this term, not putting in much effort...
2) 01 is my first priority, then fencing is for interest and fitness. Outlook is because of my desire for writing and my position, Faction is for the learning experience. The other 2, R(A) and AVU I am not too committed, R(A) all I do is just send in some stuff I write once in a while, I have never attended any of their meetings, AVU because Nick is the Chairman, I feel like giving him some face so I won;t quit. Yet. So in a nutshell, I believe I don't think I am overloading myself, and Adrian has a similar situation as me and he is coping well, so I can do so too.
3) This is something I really HAVE to work on... Must learn to shut up and talk less...
Sunday was just another day, damm pissed that my Niobe game is screwed...playing Ghost now... woke up damm late at 1030...did a lot of homework, then played ETM again... Stupid Agent Helicopter...
Next week is the last week of school, then holidays, then common test... the most trying times are coming, hope I can take it in my stride and become stronger.
Let me leave you with a quote by my "Boss".
"Life is just one big Omaha, you just have to find those bangalores."
Mogilan
Sighz, it's Sunday night and I'm here typing again.
Woke up late on Saturday, saw that I had 1 new message on my phone. It was Edwin saying that he had a fever of 37.9 degrees and he is not coming for activity. That left myself, Adrian, Alvin, Fabian and Lau who was coming later at 11 to carry out the activity.
Although there was a shortage of people, in the end we managed to pull of the activity quite well. Fortunately Fabian came, or I would have killed him the next time I see him again. And for once, Owl won, how they did it I don't know...
After that Adrian and I went to RJ via 156 to be ushers for the parents-teacher meeting. It was quite sian, and Adrian left me behind to be Soon Kiat... Not too bad an experience, most of the parents were friendly. And the funny part was the persuasion tactics employed by the maintainence people to get rid of parents still talking to the teachers, they closed the doors to the hall and started turning off the lights. The parents left soon after. Very effective.
To sum up what Mrs Toh said to my parents:
1) Need to work harder, results not good despite having the potential
2) Too much on my plate (6 CCAs)
3) Need to exercise more tact and talk less
My response:
1) This I acknowledge, I have been very lazy this term, not putting in much effort...
2) 01 is my first priority, then fencing is for interest and fitness. Outlook is because of my desire for writing and my position, Faction is for the learning experience. The other 2, R(A) and AVU I am not too committed, R(A) all I do is just send in some stuff I write once in a while, I have never attended any of their meetings, AVU because Nick is the Chairman, I feel like giving him some face so I won;t quit. Yet. So in a nutshell, I believe I don't think I am overloading myself, and Adrian has a similar situation as me and he is coping well, so I can do so too.
3) This is something I really HAVE to work on... Must learn to shut up and talk less...
Sunday was just another day, damm pissed that my Niobe game is screwed...playing Ghost now... woke up damm late at 1030...did a lot of homework, then played ETM again... Stupid Agent Helicopter...
Next week is the last week of school, then holidays, then common test... the most trying times are coming, hope I can take it in my stride and become stronger.
Let me leave you with a quote by my "Boss".
"Life is just one big Omaha, you just have to find those bangalores."
Mogilan
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