Unravelling slowly
I think I'm going to go crazy soon. During chem lecture I dozed off, and in that short nap I saw some images that had absolutely no meaning at all, until I focused on 1 image, before a poke from keng piang in the side prompted me to wake up and copy some stuff. Then when econs lecture ended, I saw that image. It wasn't exactly the same image, but the fact it was close enough to it that freaked me out. People do get deja vu quite frequently, but mine has always been simple stuff like shoes being arranged in a certain way on the shoe mat. I hope it just because of the fact that I slept at 2 last night and an amazing coincidence took place. But then the human mind has always had the uncanny ability to explain away phenomenon in the most plausible way without suggesting any trace of the truth. In short, I hope I'm not so stressed out.
Anyway, I hate thursdays. Just realised that most of the shitty stuff happens on thursdays. Maybe it is because of the 3 lectures, 2 of which are hard to understand; maybe because it is the long hours of the day that make me irritable; maybe it is the penultimate day of the week which is neither the end nor the start. Well, maybe it is just the multitude of reasons that interact and make me feel lousy. Oh well, one saving grace of thursdays is OC, which incidentally is starting now. Feeling better already.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
All in good time my friend
I've decided that if I want normal people to read my blog I have to cut down on cryptic posts or long sermons about the greatness of Transformers. Still, I can't help it if a bit of both sneak into my posts once in a while.
Well, attended various career talks, notably the law talk, where I more or less affirmed where I want to go for my further studies. Still, I can't help but feel it is now all so frighteningly close to the end of my school days, for the next two years at least.
A crappy thing is that grad night is on 5/12, which is in between the trip 01 is taking to pahang. Argh, oh well I'll deal with that later.
I guess this would be an appropriate time to take stock of life wouldn't it? After all after this nothing else happens other than just more mugging after mugging. I envy the J1s doing all the fun stuff I did last year, where school was just a means to the end of attending such activities. Haiz, my foil sits forlornly in the corner of the study room, untouched for weeks. Maybe after the A's I'll train intensively for a month then go try my luck in novices.
The Guys TM really help keep my sanity. My class can really go over the top at times and I'm usually miffed by their actions, especially when I'm having a particularly bad day. Just that I rather not express my frustration, never did any good to anyone. Anyway who cares, I've grown deaf to dumb comments.
At least still got the camaderie of the Guys TM to draw upon on. Yeah, only in shitty times do you know your real friends, as mog postulates.
Really have no idea what to write. Something is plaguing my mind for a long time already, but I can't write about it here. Suffice to say I'll wake up from this dream soon, regardless the ending, sweet or sour or just plain bitter.
I've decided that if I want normal people to read my blog I have to cut down on cryptic posts or long sermons about the greatness of Transformers. Still, I can't help it if a bit of both sneak into my posts once in a while.
Well, attended various career talks, notably the law talk, where I more or less affirmed where I want to go for my further studies. Still, I can't help but feel it is now all so frighteningly close to the end of my school days, for the next two years at least.
A crappy thing is that grad night is on 5/12, which is in between the trip 01 is taking to pahang. Argh, oh well I'll deal with that later.
I guess this would be an appropriate time to take stock of life wouldn't it? After all after this nothing else happens other than just more mugging after mugging. I envy the J1s doing all the fun stuff I did last year, where school was just a means to the end of attending such activities. Haiz, my foil sits forlornly in the corner of the study room, untouched for weeks. Maybe after the A's I'll train intensively for a month then go try my luck in novices.
The Guys TM really help keep my sanity. My class can really go over the top at times and I'm usually miffed by their actions, especially when I'm having a particularly bad day. Just that I rather not express my frustration, never did any good to anyone. Anyway who cares, I've grown deaf to dumb comments.
At least still got the camaderie of the Guys TM to draw upon on. Yeah, only in shitty times do you know your real friends, as mog postulates.
Really have no idea what to write. Something is plaguing my mind for a long time already, but I can't write about it here. Suffice to say I'll wake up from this dream soon, regardless the ending, sweet or sour or just plain bitter.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Transform and Roll Out!
Well, for all the ignorant people, Dreamworks have confirmed they have accquired the rights to produce the Transformers live-action movie. Steven Spielberg will executive produce, Tom DeSanto of X-Men will direct. So far that's all the news we have, apart they will have a core cast of 7 on each side, and they will try (emphasis) to keep the original elements of the mythos. They began work immediately, slated for a summer 2006 release.
Personally, I'm super excited, as it the movie was specualted online for some time but it died down, I thought the project got cancelled, apparently not, thanks goodness. Now I hope they produce a decent movie that will gurantee sequels, but just try not change it totally until it loses the Transformers feel. Megatron cna be a tank, Soundwave a mp3 player or what not, just seeing them on the big screen would be good enough for me.
Still, I wish I could see the dinobots take on Devastator, I guess that would be for the sequels.
My choice for the core 7 would be Auotbots: Optimus Prime, Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Ratchet, Ironhide, Bumblebee. Decepticons: Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave with Rumble Ravage Laserbeak, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Blitzwing, Astrotrain I guess.
Just realised that there are way more autobots than decepticons. Wonder why Prime just ordered a direct assault and won the war by season 1. Then later Decepticons had like 6 combiners to 3 autobot, and thus should have wiped the floor with them.
And yes the Decepticons had one of the coolest guys on their side, Sixshot the six-changer, took out the aerialbots with ease in Rebirth.
In any case, can't wait for the robots in disguise to hit the big screen!
Well, for all the ignorant people, Dreamworks have confirmed they have accquired the rights to produce the Transformers live-action movie. Steven Spielberg will executive produce, Tom DeSanto of X-Men will direct. So far that's all the news we have, apart they will have a core cast of 7 on each side, and they will try (emphasis) to keep the original elements of the mythos. They began work immediately, slated for a summer 2006 release.
Personally, I'm super excited, as it the movie was specualted online for some time but it died down, I thought the project got cancelled, apparently not, thanks goodness. Now I hope they produce a decent movie that will gurantee sequels, but just try not change it totally until it loses the Transformers feel. Megatron cna be a tank, Soundwave a mp3 player or what not, just seeing them on the big screen would be good enough for me.
Still, I wish I could see the dinobots take on Devastator, I guess that would be for the sequels.
My choice for the core 7 would be Auotbots: Optimus Prime, Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Ratchet, Ironhide, Bumblebee. Decepticons: Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave with Rumble Ravage Laserbeak, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Blitzwing, Astrotrain I guess.
Just realised that there are way more autobots than decepticons. Wonder why Prime just ordered a direct assault and won the war by season 1. Then later Decepticons had like 6 combiners to 3 autobot, and thus should have wiped the floor with them.
And yes the Decepticons had one of the coolest guys on their side, Sixshot the six-changer, took out the aerialbots with ease in Rebirth.
In any case, can't wait for the robots in disguise to hit the big screen!
Friday, July 23, 2004
Ghosts
Down that noisy walkway, there it was,
Jet black dark hair abound, more true than false.
Hollow eyesockets, a pale white dress,
Speaking in words dripped with distress.
Hand outreached, whisper it did,
Beckoning, coaxing, like I was a kid.
A faint impression of a smile curled,
Helpless, yet fascinated, head in a whirl.
Down the spine the chills went,
Rapid flushes of blood the heart sent.
Throat dry, voice unsteady,
To stare death’s messenger in the eye, I was not ready.
Coarse fingers wrapped around mine,
I hesitate, like on my debut crime,
Cold, clammy, yet, oddly welcoming,
Bizarrely, I wished feverishly for no ending.
Closer the pale face drew,
More defenseless I grew.
Eyes closed, hoping for it to end quickly,
In that crazy moment, I welcomed the ghost’s embrace happily.
Then it was gone, like a leaf in the wind,
The world swam back to what it should be.
The apparition disappeared, with perhaps a slight trace of a cryptic whisper,
Leaving me alive, like a diamond that has lost its lustre.
Return it will, to haunt me it shall always,
For only I can sense its being, its purpose, the games on my mind it plays.
When my own personal ghost finally claims me,
A smiling body without a soul, his end was, said she.
Ng Zhao Yang
12.56 a.m. 23/7/2004
To my ghost. Please stop haunting me.
Down that noisy walkway, there it was,
Jet black dark hair abound, more true than false.
Hollow eyesockets, a pale white dress,
Speaking in words dripped with distress.
Hand outreached, whisper it did,
Beckoning, coaxing, like I was a kid.
A faint impression of a smile curled,
Helpless, yet fascinated, head in a whirl.
Down the spine the chills went,
Rapid flushes of blood the heart sent.
Throat dry, voice unsteady,
To stare death’s messenger in the eye, I was not ready.
Coarse fingers wrapped around mine,
I hesitate, like on my debut crime,
Cold, clammy, yet, oddly welcoming,
Bizarrely, I wished feverishly for no ending.
Closer the pale face drew,
More defenseless I grew.
Eyes closed, hoping for it to end quickly,
In that crazy moment, I welcomed the ghost’s embrace happily.
Then it was gone, like a leaf in the wind,
The world swam back to what it should be.
The apparition disappeared, with perhaps a slight trace of a cryptic whisper,
Leaving me alive, like a diamond that has lost its lustre.
Return it will, to haunt me it shall always,
For only I can sense its being, its purpose, the games on my mind it plays.
When my own personal ghost finally claims me,
A smiling body without a soul, his end was, said she.
Ng Zhao Yang
12.56 a.m. 23/7/2004
To my ghost. Please stop haunting me.
Ghosts
I quote from a classmate's blog, "(for common tests) my half-formed stabs in the dark and found As out of them."
I must have gotten the leftovers then.
Hello electronic world again. I guess things do look a darker shade of grey now. Been trying to knuckle down and study, with varied success.
I think an emotional inertia has come over me. It's weird in a way, as it now really seems to me that I am actually going through the motions, when I always have done so. Maybe my brain has finally caught up with what my body has been doing all this time. My life now has a routine, swimming on sunday and OC on thursday, interjected with school and mugging.
Maybe another cause of my inertia could be due to my hauntings. For the uninitiated, there is a ghost haunting RJC. It sucks the soul of a person on visual contact with it, the sound it makes sends chills down one's spine, yet it has this crazy allure, the cold and clammy feeling making its victim unconsciously seek it, to torture himself in the most twisted of ways.
I don't know how many people can see this ghost. They say it takes various forms, each unique to each person. And there are some who cannot see the ghost, but can sense its demented presence, some even yearn for its diseased touch, some shun the ghost and fear it, for it would render them weak, and eventually tear the person apart from within, leaving nothing but a mess of crimson red.
It seems my ghost is growing stronger. I can't seem to combat it, with every appearance in the walkways, canteen, with every harsh whisper that i hear, for every homocidal action it does, I grow weaker, more susceptible to its control. If I do not get a grip on myself, it would surely destroy me from within.
Ghosts that grip you and never let go.
I need to save myself before I lose myself.
I never believed in ghosts until now.
I quote from a classmate's blog, "(for common tests) my half-formed stabs in the dark and found As out of them."
I must have gotten the leftovers then.
Hello electronic world again. I guess things do look a darker shade of grey now. Been trying to knuckle down and study, with varied success.
I think an emotional inertia has come over me. It's weird in a way, as it now really seems to me that I am actually going through the motions, when I always have done so. Maybe my brain has finally caught up with what my body has been doing all this time. My life now has a routine, swimming on sunday and OC on thursday, interjected with school and mugging.
Maybe another cause of my inertia could be due to my hauntings. For the uninitiated, there is a ghost haunting RJC. It sucks the soul of a person on visual contact with it, the sound it makes sends chills down one's spine, yet it has this crazy allure, the cold and clammy feeling making its victim unconsciously seek it, to torture himself in the most twisted of ways.
I don't know how many people can see this ghost. They say it takes various forms, each unique to each person. And there are some who cannot see the ghost, but can sense its demented presence, some even yearn for its diseased touch, some shun the ghost and fear it, for it would render them weak, and eventually tear the person apart from within, leaving nothing but a mess of crimson red.
It seems my ghost is growing stronger. I can't seem to combat it, with every appearance in the walkways, canteen, with every harsh whisper that i hear, for every homocidal action it does, I grow weaker, more susceptible to its control. If I do not get a grip on myself, it would surely destroy me from within.
Ghosts that grip you and never let go.
I need to save myself before I lose myself.
I never believed in ghosts until now.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Boat reach bridge auto straight
Someone taught me that. It may be some crude translation, but the way the person said it will be the reason why I remember it.
Went for brendan's (my 2nd youngest brother) band concert. It was nice as usual, in the end the pieces made me accept that 10 bucks was a good value for it. And somehow I predicted they would play the spider-man theme. No wonder he was so nonchalant when I played buble's version.
Also, something I noticed. Normally, ri events would have more guys than girls, but sitting early in the third row from the front (thanks to my kiasu parents and grandparents. "Must get good seat so we can see your brother!"), I can't noticing that the ratio is equalled out. To say anymore would incriminate me.
After talking to edwin, I guess I know too little.
Last thought for the day. "Caught the Summer-flu? Need some Anna-biotics?" Man what would I give to have his problems.
Someone taught me that. It may be some crude translation, but the way the person said it will be the reason why I remember it.
Went for brendan's (my 2nd youngest brother) band concert. It was nice as usual, in the end the pieces made me accept that 10 bucks was a good value for it. And somehow I predicted they would play the spider-man theme. No wonder he was so nonchalant when I played buble's version.
Also, something I noticed. Normally, ri events would have more guys than girls, but sitting early in the third row from the front (thanks to my kiasu parents and grandparents. "Must get good seat so we can see your brother!"), I can't noticing that the ratio is equalled out. To say anymore would incriminate me.
After talking to edwin, I guess I know too little.
Last thought for the day. "Caught the Summer-flu? Need some Anna-biotics?" Man what would I give to have his problems.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Monday, July 12, 2004
The constants in my life
For starters, Crystal will do blindingly well in anything that has a semblance of a test or exam or quiz. I have emprical evidence to prove this. Any deviation from the trend of excellence is just a fluke.
The countdown begins. 7 weeks and decreasing. Urge to mug: Minimal. Attitude: Lazy. Course of action: Suicidal. Result: Unfufiled potential.
Speaking of which, G1 #6 was a flat in my opinion. Jetfire blabs a lot about Sunstorm, how he is some fusion bomb waiting to go off etc, but I couldn't really get the mumbo-jumbo. In any case, Sunstorm gets up like the Terminator again after being blasted by Starscream's null rays, but starts to disintegrate due to the interference of the gunk he fell into. He goes mad, and eventually jetfire dukes it out in midair with him, before grabbing him and flying off into space where along with Sunstorm he gets blasted to bits. In other words, Jetfire bought it. But first rule of comics, if we don't see a body, he's not dead. And with the relatively immortal transformers, their death is about as final as day of our lives. Well, at least this story arc made me like Jetfire, but the story has more holes than swiss cheese so i hope they resolve it soon. Anyway next we have the badass Sideswipe and Sunstreaker vs the Insecticons. Let the squishing begin.
Oh yah, and apparently Chee Keong told me that people actually complain that I write about transformers here and it pisses them off. Hmm, I wonder if it ever occured to them this is my blog, and they are not forced to read what I write. Besides, surely you do not begrudge me the opportunity to let off my fanboy-ism here, rather than let it bottle in me and fester until I start spouting lines like "one shall stand, one shall fall" while playing tennis or pool, or worse, bringing a saturn like object into an exam hall and start trying to open it while shouting "now, light our darkest hour!"
Gee, lay off me will ya? Everyone has a hobby, mine is just more unusual.
Anyway, once the live action movie comes out, there will be more people jumping on the transformers bandwagon, and those "fans" who won't know their skywarp from thundercracker will get the full blast from me. Just like those people who panned the Spider-Man movie just because there was not much action. Once again, no respect for the material.
Like I always said, there is just this allure of transforming robots. In addition to that, here is a civil war with a limited number of soliders, each of them having a very distinct personality. The complexities of the issues go far beyond giant robots smasing each other silly.
Anyway, I've gotten immune to all the stuff thrown at me. All I can say is, Happy 20th Anniversary Transformers, it's been a long haul but it's still going strong. May we have more enthralling storylines.
Just a random thought: Maybe it'll be nice to name my future son Optimus. Haha. If my future wife would let me.
I guess to escape this world where every day is just another carbon copy of another, it's nice to have some little distractions to make it worth looking forward to tommorrow.
For starters, Crystal will do blindingly well in anything that has a semblance of a test or exam or quiz. I have emprical evidence to prove this. Any deviation from the trend of excellence is just a fluke.
The countdown begins. 7 weeks and decreasing. Urge to mug: Minimal. Attitude: Lazy. Course of action: Suicidal. Result: Unfufiled potential.
Speaking of which, G1 #6 was a flat in my opinion. Jetfire blabs a lot about Sunstorm, how he is some fusion bomb waiting to go off etc, but I couldn't really get the mumbo-jumbo. In any case, Sunstorm gets up like the Terminator again after being blasted by Starscream's null rays, but starts to disintegrate due to the interference of the gunk he fell into. He goes mad, and eventually jetfire dukes it out in midair with him, before grabbing him and flying off into space where along with Sunstorm he gets blasted to bits. In other words, Jetfire bought it. But first rule of comics, if we don't see a body, he's not dead. And with the relatively immortal transformers, their death is about as final as day of our lives. Well, at least this story arc made me like Jetfire, but the story has more holes than swiss cheese so i hope they resolve it soon. Anyway next we have the badass Sideswipe and Sunstreaker vs the Insecticons. Let the squishing begin.
Oh yah, and apparently Chee Keong told me that people actually complain that I write about transformers here and it pisses them off. Hmm, I wonder if it ever occured to them this is my blog, and they are not forced to read what I write. Besides, surely you do not begrudge me the opportunity to let off my fanboy-ism here, rather than let it bottle in me and fester until I start spouting lines like "one shall stand, one shall fall" while playing tennis or pool, or worse, bringing a saturn like object into an exam hall and start trying to open it while shouting "now, light our darkest hour!"
Gee, lay off me will ya? Everyone has a hobby, mine is just more unusual.
Anyway, once the live action movie comes out, there will be more people jumping on the transformers bandwagon, and those "fans" who won't know their skywarp from thundercracker will get the full blast from me. Just like those people who panned the Spider-Man movie just because there was not much action. Once again, no respect for the material.
Like I always said, there is just this allure of transforming robots. In addition to that, here is a civil war with a limited number of soliders, each of them having a very distinct personality. The complexities of the issues go far beyond giant robots smasing each other silly.
Anyway, I've gotten immune to all the stuff thrown at me. All I can say is, Happy 20th Anniversary Transformers, it's been a long haul but it's still going strong. May we have more enthralling storylines.
Just a random thought: Maybe it'll be nice to name my future son Optimus. Haha. If my future wife would let me.
I guess to escape this world where every day is just another carbon copy of another, it's nice to have some little distractions to make it worth looking forward to tommorrow.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Moral of the day
From the OC: If somehow, on Thanksgiving, the two girls that you like, one of which is your supposedly best friend and lab partner, the other the girl you have rabidly wooing for some time but has always resisted your advances, end up in your house, one in the poolhouse, one in your room, and you start making out with both of them, for the love of a higher being, choose one girl quickly before they congregate in the kitchen, exchanging evil glares with you in the centre saying things like "I kissed you!"
Couldn't stop laughing my head off. In any case I'll just take anna. Haha. Man, rather than problems like "What is the appopriate role for the central bank today?" can't I have his problems? I promise I'll try not to screw up as much as my econs s essay.
Yeah... decadent american shows. If my father watched it with me he'll probably have a coronary and start explaining to me why what seth is doing is wrong and you must be faithful etc etc etc.
Thanks carol for recommending the OC to me! At least now I have something to look forward to on thursday nights...
From the OC: If somehow, on Thanksgiving, the two girls that you like, one of which is your supposedly best friend and lab partner, the other the girl you have rabidly wooing for some time but has always resisted your advances, end up in your house, one in the poolhouse, one in your room, and you start making out with both of them, for the love of a higher being, choose one girl quickly before they congregate in the kitchen, exchanging evil glares with you in the centre saying things like "I kissed you!"
Couldn't stop laughing my head off. In any case I'll just take anna. Haha. Man, rather than problems like "What is the appopriate role for the central bank today?" can't I have his problems? I promise I'll try not to screw up as much as my econs s essay.
Yeah... decadent american shows. If my father watched it with me he'll probably have a coronary and start explaining to me why what seth is doing is wrong and you must be faithful etc etc etc.
Thanks carol for recommending the OC to me! At least now I have something to look forward to on thursday nights...
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
This is a story that is not worth telling
Lampooning the frequency spidey loses his mask in the newest film.
Well, just to share some random thoughts for today. I think one can learn more from 1 episode of CSI or the practice than in 1 hour of econs tutorials. CSI is chock full of facts, which you can just pick up as it is all bite sized and somehow irrelevant information gets stuck in my brain easier than how effective monetary policy can be. Shall go out with a whimper tommorrow due to the lack of studying for the econs s common test.
As for the practice, they challenge your concept of morals. Fundamentally justice must be administered using a system, otherwise there would anarchy. Without a proper system, where a person is innocent until proven guilty, and it msut be proven beyond any reasonable doubt, no matter how terrible the crime, no matter how obvious the person was the one who committed all those crimes, he must be proven guilty, beyond reasonable doubt. Otherwise, as I quote, "the only thing in the future between us and a prison cell, is an accusing finger pointed by a child who has a history of lying." Justice is many things but fair. Better to let a guilty man go free than convict an innocent man. Any system is inherently flawed, and the judiciary is no different.
Spidey still stays in my mind. Like many have said, he is the hero whom we can all relate to, he could be anyone of us, struggling with school, money, love and other assorted problems, plus a great burden. A burden of guilt that weighs heavily over him. Haven't we all been there like that before? Being pushed on to do something as you're racked with guilt? Being unable to say what you want to the girl you like? Feeling absolutely crappy as everyone else is having it good while you're not? Feeling torn apart by all the responsibilites pulling you in many directions? There's a spidey in all of us. He is arguably the most "human" of superheroes, like he said, if you punch me I bleed. He can represent the best and worst of us, the resistance to wallowing self pity and to seize the situation by the scruff of the neck and change it for the better, or to run away and not confront the problem. I guess that's why he is still so immensely popular in this day and age, 30 years on after his creation.
Been brooding over the return of school. The mother of all exams loom real and large now. I guess this is the beginning of the end. Funny how short these 2 years were. Wide eyed I was then; perhaps a better word would be dumber. Things turned out ok I guess.
Final note: Why is it many people want to skip prom nite? Granted it may end up being an affair overshadowed by more prominent characters, but that's their problem, who cares? I'll just take it as my last day in RJC. Perhaps we can have a guys table again, but whether we can fill it is another thing, a few already are koped by other people haha...
Lampooning the frequency spidey loses his mask in the newest film.
Well, just to share some random thoughts for today. I think one can learn more from 1 episode of CSI or the practice than in 1 hour of econs tutorials. CSI is chock full of facts, which you can just pick up as it is all bite sized and somehow irrelevant information gets stuck in my brain easier than how effective monetary policy can be. Shall go out with a whimper tommorrow due to the lack of studying for the econs s common test.
As for the practice, they challenge your concept of morals. Fundamentally justice must be administered using a system, otherwise there would anarchy. Without a proper system, where a person is innocent until proven guilty, and it msut be proven beyond any reasonable doubt, no matter how terrible the crime, no matter how obvious the person was the one who committed all those crimes, he must be proven guilty, beyond reasonable doubt. Otherwise, as I quote, "the only thing in the future between us and a prison cell, is an accusing finger pointed by a child who has a history of lying." Justice is many things but fair. Better to let a guilty man go free than convict an innocent man. Any system is inherently flawed, and the judiciary is no different.
Spidey still stays in my mind. Like many have said, he is the hero whom we can all relate to, he could be anyone of us, struggling with school, money, love and other assorted problems, plus a great burden. A burden of guilt that weighs heavily over him. Haven't we all been there like that before? Being pushed on to do something as you're racked with guilt? Being unable to say what you want to the girl you like? Feeling absolutely crappy as everyone else is having it good while you're not? Feeling torn apart by all the responsibilites pulling you in many directions? There's a spidey in all of us. He is arguably the most "human" of superheroes, like he said, if you punch me I bleed. He can represent the best and worst of us, the resistance to wallowing self pity and to seize the situation by the scruff of the neck and change it for the better, or to run away and not confront the problem. I guess that's why he is still so immensely popular in this day and age, 30 years on after his creation.
Been brooding over the return of school. The mother of all exams loom real and large now. I guess this is the beginning of the end. Funny how short these 2 years were. Wide eyed I was then; perhaps a better word would be dumber. Things turned out ok I guess.
Final note: Why is it many people want to skip prom nite? Granted it may end up being an affair overshadowed by more prominent characters, but that's their problem, who cares? I'll just take it as my last day in RJC. Perhaps we can have a guys table again, but whether we can fill it is another thing, a few already are koped by other people haha...
Monday, July 05, 2004
Effervesence observed
Well well, I come to you when the tide has turned itself inside out. Common tests are over, so did the holidays that came with it.
In retrospect, the papers were doable, just that some of the concepts that i studied were rusty and i had to derive them out on the spot, which wasted precious time. Also the trademark nervousness manifested itself as my stomach sommersaulted many a night, causing me to almost doze off in the middle of the bio paper.
What happened after the papers deserves more column inches i think. Thursday, spidey filled my mind the whole of last night and that morning, found it hard ot concentrate on kinetics. Anyway, went to lido to watch, and thanks to crystal and al who went ahead first to buy tickets for us we managed to snag good seats, but later at 1330. We stoned in a food court, talking cock to winston who complained to no end about his lousy food. After that, we splintered, the girls went to shop, some of the guys went to pool and I decided to go home and change itstead of going on yangqi's trip to marriott hotel to sit in the lobby. Got home, bathed, packed some chips for the class and got to lido. The show was a blast, although I felt that the slow scenes dragged it downa bit, but they were a necessary evil, as the small events seem to build up to that final confrontation. And yes he did take off his mask too much.
However, what pissed me off was some people having no respect for the material, only wanting spidey to beat up anything. They should just go watch a governator movie, and rent the dvds and enjoy them away from other people. Sheesh. Apart from that, enjoyed picking out all the easter eggs and in-jokes that other people didn't get. "Go get 'em , tiger." indeed.
After that, went to pool with singyong cheryl yangqi kengpiang and winston. It was my first time, I sorta used my carrom skills to judge the trajectory and spin, and more or less got the hang of the game, under the tutelage of sy who is always willing to explain how to play games. He taught me mahjong the last time during the chalet.
Got home played a bit of MMBN4, slept late, the life..
Next day, went for class sentosa outing. A bit machamed, cos no one bothered to message back any negative or positive reponses. In the end, I didnt go at the situpulated time, came only on the insistence of kp that "half the class is here!". Evidently his maths needs revising as they were only cheryl kp bk yq winston, more quarter than half. In any case, we went to siloso beach, met 3A there, played beach football, practised headers, bk and yq oogled, soaked in the sea talking cock, dinner at the seah im food centre, with kp grossly chewing on a straw. Went home by train, talked some nonsense that doesn't seem right now. Another case of me not shutting up when I should. What do you say to someone who is so mysterious?
Sat was a lazy day, played MMBN4, went for dinner at the glutton's square, had to fight through teeming crowds for the food, and avoid being noticed by geraldine chong. The food was good in any case, and mouth-watering (pun intended) possibilities of finally getting a good supper filled my mind.
Sunday also passed with minimal incident, till the night I made my way to don's house to watch the final of euro 2004. Along the way i read the spider-man book, at jurong east went yengyong, talked to her a while until she got off at laskeside, met the guys at boon lay. Checked out alvin's cool wallet, a gold and green box the side of a pda. The bunch of us hiked to don's house as we didn't want to squeeze on the bus. Once there, we had a lively debate on what dvd to watch before the match. Alvin suggested shanghai knights, as fann wong is in it. Vetoed instantly. In the end, we settled for the return of the king, as alvin was here.
Halfway through the movie, don gave us some leftover curry, which seng fab annd I started to mop up. Then alvin and kenneth the musou kings splintered to play some LOTR game which resembled dynasty warriors, and didn't stop till the match ended around 5. It was amusing, to say the least, to hear the 2 of them shout random stupid nonsense. Fabian got a video of them doing that.
Finished the curry, then settled down to watch the last part of ROTK. Fabian was making stupid spider-man commentsd about shelob, some the rest fell asleep. Once the movie ended, don showed us this clip which he claimed to be very scary. He even turned off the lights to add to the atmosphere. Then, as alvin puts it, "what's so scary about that?" Still girls in red dresses popping out of a lift from nowhere ranks high on my scare meter, only that she was made of pixels.
The match started, and it was really lacklustre, the only person who was happy with the result was seng as the underdog won. Sheesh. Briefly I found kenneth's and alvin's digital exploits more interesting than the match.
After the match, we tried to sleep, but fabian and don flash banged everyone with their cameras. In the end I got no sleep thanks to the endless commotion, and we left at 6 in the morning, trudging groggily to the MRT station. Went home by 0715, bathed then crashed till lunch, then crashed again in the afternoon.
Now for the final lap, gotta go for my second wind...
Well well, I come to you when the tide has turned itself inside out. Common tests are over, so did the holidays that came with it.
In retrospect, the papers were doable, just that some of the concepts that i studied were rusty and i had to derive them out on the spot, which wasted precious time. Also the trademark nervousness manifested itself as my stomach sommersaulted many a night, causing me to almost doze off in the middle of the bio paper.
What happened after the papers deserves more column inches i think. Thursday, spidey filled my mind the whole of last night and that morning, found it hard ot concentrate on kinetics. Anyway, went to lido to watch, and thanks to crystal and al who went ahead first to buy tickets for us we managed to snag good seats, but later at 1330. We stoned in a food court, talking cock to winston who complained to no end about his lousy food. After that, we splintered, the girls went to shop, some of the guys went to pool and I decided to go home and change itstead of going on yangqi's trip to marriott hotel to sit in the lobby. Got home, bathed, packed some chips for the class and got to lido. The show was a blast, although I felt that the slow scenes dragged it downa bit, but they were a necessary evil, as the small events seem to build up to that final confrontation. And yes he did take off his mask too much.
However, what pissed me off was some people having no respect for the material, only wanting spidey to beat up anything. They should just go watch a governator movie, and rent the dvds and enjoy them away from other people. Sheesh. Apart from that, enjoyed picking out all the easter eggs and in-jokes that other people didn't get. "Go get 'em , tiger." indeed.
After that, went to pool with singyong cheryl yangqi kengpiang and winston. It was my first time, I sorta used my carrom skills to judge the trajectory and spin, and more or less got the hang of the game, under the tutelage of sy who is always willing to explain how to play games. He taught me mahjong the last time during the chalet.
Got home played a bit of MMBN4, slept late, the life..
Next day, went for class sentosa outing. A bit machamed, cos no one bothered to message back any negative or positive reponses. In the end, I didnt go at the situpulated time, came only on the insistence of kp that "half the class is here!". Evidently his maths needs revising as they were only cheryl kp bk yq winston, more quarter than half. In any case, we went to siloso beach, met 3A there, played beach football, practised headers, bk and yq oogled, soaked in the sea talking cock, dinner at the seah im food centre, with kp grossly chewing on a straw. Went home by train, talked some nonsense that doesn't seem right now. Another case of me not shutting up when I should. What do you say to someone who is so mysterious?
Sat was a lazy day, played MMBN4, went for dinner at the glutton's square, had to fight through teeming crowds for the food, and avoid being noticed by geraldine chong. The food was good in any case, and mouth-watering (pun intended) possibilities of finally getting a good supper filled my mind.
Sunday also passed with minimal incident, till the night I made my way to don's house to watch the final of euro 2004. Along the way i read the spider-man book, at jurong east went yengyong, talked to her a while until she got off at laskeside, met the guys at boon lay. Checked out alvin's cool wallet, a gold and green box the side of a pda. The bunch of us hiked to don's house as we didn't want to squeeze on the bus. Once there, we had a lively debate on what dvd to watch before the match. Alvin suggested shanghai knights, as fann wong is in it. Vetoed instantly. In the end, we settled for the return of the king, as alvin was here.
Halfway through the movie, don gave us some leftover curry, which seng fab annd I started to mop up. Then alvin and kenneth the musou kings splintered to play some LOTR game which resembled dynasty warriors, and didn't stop till the match ended around 5. It was amusing, to say the least, to hear the 2 of them shout random stupid nonsense. Fabian got a video of them doing that.
Finished the curry, then settled down to watch the last part of ROTK. Fabian was making stupid spider-man commentsd about shelob, some the rest fell asleep. Once the movie ended, don showed us this clip which he claimed to be very scary. He even turned off the lights to add to the atmosphere. Then, as alvin puts it, "what's so scary about that?" Still girls in red dresses popping out of a lift from nowhere ranks high on my scare meter, only that she was made of pixels.
The match started, and it was really lacklustre, the only person who was happy with the result was seng as the underdog won. Sheesh. Briefly I found kenneth's and alvin's digital exploits more interesting than the match.
After the match, we tried to sleep, but fabian and don flash banged everyone with their cameras. In the end I got no sleep thanks to the endless commotion, and we left at 6 in the morning, trudging groggily to the MRT station. Went home by 0715, bathed then crashed till lunch, then crashed again in the afternoon.
Now for the final lap, gotta go for my second wind...
Friday, July 02, 2004
Hold On
You tried so hard to be someone
That forgot who you are
You tried to fill some emptiness
Till all you had spilled over
Now everything’s so far away
That you don’t know where are
You are
(Chorus)
When all that you wanted
When all that you had don’t seem so much
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
For you to belong to
When it’s hard to be yourself
It’s not to be someone else
Still everything’s so far away
That you forget where you are
You are
(Chorus)
When all that you wanted
When all that you had don’t seem so much
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
Hold on [4x]
Hold on [4x]
(Chorus)
When all that you wanted
When all that you had don’t seem so much
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
For you to belong to
You tried so hard to be someone
That forgot who you are
You tried to fill some emptiness
Till all you had spilled over
Now everything’s so far away
That you don’t know where are
You are
(Chorus)
When all that you wanted
When all that you had don’t seem so much
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
For you to belong to
When it’s hard to be yourself
It’s not to be someone else
Still everything’s so far away
That you forget where you are
You are
(Chorus)
When all that you wanted
When all that you had don’t seem so much
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
Hold on [4x]
Hold on [4x]
(Chorus)
When all that you wanted
When all that you had don’t seem so much
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
For you to hold onto
For you to belong to
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