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
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Let die the woman you love, or suffer the innocent children?
New layout, made by a singaporean! I like it, even though I tweaked it a bit.
Spider-Man 2 is opening soon... Can't really be excited as I'll be having CTs... Sighz...
I hope I don't do too badly for this CT. Trying to get the fact that crystal got full marks for SAT II out of my head. Like I'm already under enough stress. Can never seem to focus and study, wasting numerous hours in front of the computer...
Oh well, we'll see after I return on thursday. Battle network 4 is out tomorrow, must resist temptation to play. Hopefully I'll get Cs for the majority of the subjects. At least that's a platform for improvement. No 3Ds this time around please, and hopefully my maths miracle can sustain itself.
Euro is exciting. The big seeds are dropping like nine pins. I guess there is some romance in that, but more or less I am not surprised by some results. Either portugal or spain had to go from the group stage thanks to the imprudent greek, so it was spain in the end. Germany, thank goodness, it is a relief to see them gone. Negative football is the bane of any fan who wakes up at 0245h to watch a match. Same goes for italy, what with totti's throaty antics and del piero's impotency, their cries of match fixing are ridculous. England lost rooney and lost the plot, so bye bye. Poor scholes, nevilles and butt, who didn't even play a match. Besides the england is rather crappy and overhyped, too one-dimensional and heavily reliant on rooney. France, due to the virtue of having some many arsenal players in their ranks, deserve to be dumped out ignominously. Seriously, a cocky team (read: arsenal 2003) wins nothing but boos. I'm tipping the czechs, this time stronger than before the tourney, but judging from the events of the past few weeks the unexpected seems to happen all the time, i rather leave the crystal ball gazing to the so-called experts and enjoy the football instead.
I guess this is it. The time where we are forced to take a stand, mug hard and overcome the dangers ahead. Sigh. At least a lucky break in the form of 2 year NS came my way. Hey, I will just keep plugging away, doing my best, making sure I live to die another day.
"I believe there's a hero in all of us...
Gives us strength, makes us noble...
Even though sometimes we have to give up the thing we want the most..."
New layout, made by a singaporean! I like it, even though I tweaked it a bit.
Spider-Man 2 is opening soon... Can't really be excited as I'll be having CTs... Sighz...
I hope I don't do too badly for this CT. Trying to get the fact that crystal got full marks for SAT II out of my head. Like I'm already under enough stress. Can never seem to focus and study, wasting numerous hours in front of the computer...
Oh well, we'll see after I return on thursday. Battle network 4 is out tomorrow, must resist temptation to play. Hopefully I'll get Cs for the majority of the subjects. At least that's a platform for improvement. No 3Ds this time around please, and hopefully my maths miracle can sustain itself.
Euro is exciting. The big seeds are dropping like nine pins. I guess there is some romance in that, but more or less I am not surprised by some results. Either portugal or spain had to go from the group stage thanks to the imprudent greek, so it was spain in the end. Germany, thank goodness, it is a relief to see them gone. Negative football is the bane of any fan who wakes up at 0245h to watch a match. Same goes for italy, what with totti's throaty antics and del piero's impotency, their cries of match fixing are ridculous. England lost rooney and lost the plot, so bye bye. Poor scholes, nevilles and butt, who didn't even play a match. Besides the england is rather crappy and overhyped, too one-dimensional and heavily reliant on rooney. France, due to the virtue of having some many arsenal players in their ranks, deserve to be dumped out ignominously. Seriously, a cocky team (read: arsenal 2003) wins nothing but boos. I'm tipping the czechs, this time stronger than before the tourney, but judging from the events of the past few weeks the unexpected seems to happen all the time, i rather leave the crystal ball gazing to the so-called experts and enjoy the football instead.
I guess this is it. The time where we are forced to take a stand, mug hard and overcome the dangers ahead. Sigh. At least a lucky break in the form of 2 year NS came my way. Hey, I will just keep plugging away, doing my best, making sure I live to die another day.
"I believe there's a hero in all of us...
Gives us strength, makes us noble...
Even though sometimes we have to give up the thing we want the most..."
Friday, June 25, 2004
| N | Naive |
| G | Great |
| Z | Zany |
| H | Helpful |
| A | Amorous |
| O | Organic |
| Y | Young |
| A | Arty |
| N | Nutty |
| G | Great |
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
Riiigght.
Gifts and Curses
A very nice song from the spider-man 2 soundtrack, good rocking tune. Depicts the plight peter parker is in quite well. In any case, common tests are coming up and I'm occupying myself with counting down to spider-man 2 and battle network 4 and watching euro instead of putting in hours of mugging. A case of screwed up priorities i know, but I think I'm 50% there, so I'm going to get only 50% of the marks. Jolly. In any case, go enjoy the song, good music helps to destress.
Yellowcard - Gifts and Curses
Mary belongs to the words of a song.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.
But she will not wait for me, anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before? I was sure.
(She is the one), but I have a purpose,
(she is the one), and I have to fight this,
(she is the one), a villian I can't knock down.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
still I will always fight on for you.
Mary's alive in the bright New York sky,
the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.
Everything's small on the ground below, down below.
What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?
(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you ....
A very nice song from the spider-man 2 soundtrack, good rocking tune. Depicts the plight peter parker is in quite well. In any case, common tests are coming up and I'm occupying myself with counting down to spider-man 2 and battle network 4 and watching euro instead of putting in hours of mugging. A case of screwed up priorities i know, but I think I'm 50% there, so I'm going to get only 50% of the marks. Jolly. In any case, go enjoy the song, good music helps to destress.
Yellowcard - Gifts and Curses
Mary belongs to the words of a song.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.
But she will not wait for me, anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before? I was sure.
(She is the one), but I have a purpose,
(she is the one), and I have to fight this,
(she is the one), a villian I can't knock down.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
still I will always fight on for you.
Mary's alive in the bright New York sky,
the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.
Everything's small on the ground below, down below.
What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?
(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you ....
Thursday, June 24, 2004
John Cleese would be proud
DEMOLISHOR: "What did you do to Tidal Wave??"
MIRAGE: "Allow me to answer that. You see, my former comrade, in this new form, my mental functions are not nearly so divided. As such, I am afforded the ability to focus my intellect at a loftier level. You might say the diminutiveness and brobdignagian nature of my mind and body, respectively, have reversed themselves. Quite the metamorphosis, what?"
DEMOLISHOR:"Huh? I don't get it."
MIRAGE: "Nor would I expect you to, you knuckle-dragging halfwit."
Makes me laugh, it does. Sorry for the transformers in-joke.
DEMOLISHOR: "What did you do to Tidal Wave??"
MIRAGE: "Allow me to answer that. You see, my former comrade, in this new form, my mental functions are not nearly so divided. As such, I am afforded the ability to focus my intellect at a loftier level. You might say the diminutiveness and brobdignagian nature of my mind and body, respectively, have reversed themselves. Quite the metamorphosis, what?"
DEMOLISHOR:"Huh? I don't get it."
MIRAGE: "Nor would I expect you to, you knuckle-dragging halfwit."
Makes me laugh, it does. Sorry for the transformers in-joke.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Seems that the light you were following was not bright enough
Random thoughts of the week:
1) Finally watched harry potter. Liked the better pace, mood and feel, but it may be a step too fast for the series. Anyway, still don't like the time travel plot resolver, and the odd feeling why do they build sirius black up so much to be a very bad guy when we all know he is just misunderstood. Still, looking forward to the 4th movie, wonder who'll play cho chang, or even whether she will be in the movie.
2) Bought transformers #5, a better issue than #4, some holes in the plot are filled, but still we're only slowing inching towards a conclusion, so I hope #6 will not be a rush job. Great art, starscream was real badass, but we get no mention of the orion and the captured warpath and bumper.
3) Songs I really want:
- Real emotion, 100 words by jade from sweetbox, full versions, not the soundtrack cut down versions
- Rockman EXE Axess theme, full version
- Pompeii by E.S Posthumus, full version
If I remember the rest I'll put them down. Kind souls please help me!
4) Think about this. Wayne Rooney is around our age, and he's playing for England scoring goals for fun and showing defenders older than him no respect, while we're stuck studying for common tests. Bah. I bet rooney doesn't even know how to differentiate x. That's a thought.
Random thoughts of the week:
1) Finally watched harry potter. Liked the better pace, mood and feel, but it may be a step too fast for the series. Anyway, still don't like the time travel plot resolver, and the odd feeling why do they build sirius black up so much to be a very bad guy when we all know he is just misunderstood. Still, looking forward to the 4th movie, wonder who'll play cho chang, or even whether she will be in the movie.
2) Bought transformers #5, a better issue than #4, some holes in the plot are filled, but still we're only slowing inching towards a conclusion, so I hope #6 will not be a rush job. Great art, starscream was real badass, but we get no mention of the orion and the captured warpath and bumper.
3) Songs I really want:
- Real emotion, 100 words by jade from sweetbox, full versions, not the soundtrack cut down versions
- Rockman EXE Axess theme, full version
- Pompeii by E.S Posthumus, full version
If I remember the rest I'll put them down. Kind souls please help me!
4) Think about this. Wayne Rooney is around our age, and he's playing for England scoring goals for fun and showing defenders older than him no respect, while we're stuck studying for common tests. Bah. I bet rooney doesn't even know how to differentiate x. That's a thought.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
I had a dream
Wonder if any of you had a dream, and you just didn't want to wake up from it?
I had one this morning, and I really didn't want to get up.
In it the ultimate impossible thing happened to me, so much so the dream felt real. Maybe it was just me wanting it to be real, normally I would know that I'm dreaming eventually and wake up, but this time it was different. I wanted it to go on and on, despite the fact the dream got more and more ludicious, and it got more and more apparent that it was a dream, but still I wanted to dream.
Maybe it is just a manifestation of those pent up emotions and desires hidden within me, denied even by my own consciousness.
Sighz. Like they say, desires are empty. As much as I want to dream, I woke up in the end. And all memory of that sweet dream faded away rapidly. Why pursue impossible desires and chase the uncatchable? Why, indeed? Why did the dream appear out of the blue? To remind me of my joke of a facade, telling me to ditch my cavalier attitude, and feel the dirt like everyone else, to not let these emotions bottle up inside me?
Before my heck-the-world attitude returns, I think this song is rather appropriate for now.
"If You're Not The One"
If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don’t know why you’re so far away
But I know that this much is true
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right
And though I can’t be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
Wonder if any of you had a dream, and you just didn't want to wake up from it?
I had one this morning, and I really didn't want to get up.
In it the ultimate impossible thing happened to me, so much so the dream felt real. Maybe it was just me wanting it to be real, normally I would know that I'm dreaming eventually and wake up, but this time it was different. I wanted it to go on and on, despite the fact the dream got more and more ludicious, and it got more and more apparent that it was a dream, but still I wanted to dream.
Maybe it is just a manifestation of those pent up emotions and desires hidden within me, denied even by my own consciousness.
Sighz. Like they say, desires are empty. As much as I want to dream, I woke up in the end. And all memory of that sweet dream faded away rapidly. Why pursue impossible desires and chase the uncatchable? Why, indeed? Why did the dream appear out of the blue? To remind me of my joke of a facade, telling me to ditch my cavalier attitude, and feel the dirt like everyone else, to not let these emotions bottle up inside me?
Before my heck-the-world attitude returns, I think this song is rather appropriate for now.
"If You're Not The One"
If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don’t know why you’re so far away
But I know that this much is true
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right
And though I can’t be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
Friday, June 18, 2004
Resolutions are made to be broken when the right temptation comes along
Been away from here for quite some time already... Little excitement nowadays, thanks to the pressures of the looming CTs and A's.
Last monday, went to andrew road to watch the jolin mini-concert. Andrew road is damm long, i just have to say that. Found out how cheapsakte fliming can be, they actually flim the clapping first so they can add in the clapping later. Anyway jolin looks better in real life than on paper, and she was quite good-natured, bantering with the audience, even when they cut the song halfway she was doing a humorous wrecked player sound.
Last friday went back to RI for AC, went to bishan earlier intending to play time crisis, found out they got rid of the arcade at j8. Bought some tidbits for Owl, then went to RI, played football, what started out as a purely 01 game became a emasse of ex-RIPB and anyone that wanted to play. In the end I had to get out early, as I was bushed. The stupid vending machine ate my $, then went and walked around the campsite, tried to influence judges, sat in the sec 4 meeting, and when night fell we just walked around the campsite, talking the usual cock stuff, then finally announcing the inter patrol results for 2003, and we adjourned to the interchange macs for dinner at 10. As usual, the centre of attention for the ribbing, got home around 11 after a fun time just talking Guys TM cock.
Saturday was a bit hard mugging, as the plan was hatched to go to don's house to watch euro. Ate dinner at home, crab, before leaving the house at 8 to go for OG outing. Got lost 3 times, and thus got ribbed by serene. Just chatted a bit, we wandered around the esplanade, marina square area, until it was 10 and I left to go to don's house. Along the way I read the econs TYS, and met edwin and fabian there at the interchange, bought a meal of macs as I strangely found myself hungry, crammed on to the bus, argued over shoe leather cost with ed and fab, trooped over to don's house, not before waiting for murugan. Reaching there, we settled down to watch greece vs portugal. Ed put $5 on portugal, and after 6 mins his investment was gone and kenneth had a fun time GLing him throughout the whole match, what with his crotch thrusts and what nots.
The hilarious part was halfway through the first half, the 9 of us were engrossed on the match, then don who was sitting behind me, said, "zy, dont move, there's a cockroach behind you." I turned around, and sure enough there was one. Kenneth grew nervous and confessed he was scared of cockroaches and koped a magazine to defend himself. Don tried to grab it by the feelers and toss it away, but it ran away, and that's where all chaos broke out. Fabian and ed were standing on top of a couch, murugan and albert was hiding don't know where. Jim and don chased the cockroach around the room trying to slay it, kenneth was shouting at the cockroach, pong and I were laughing, till my sides hurt badly. It was simply too hilarious watching 9 guys, all scouts, who have braved greater dangers, and got scared by a kachua. Oh well, it was a good laugh, and in the end the not hum jim slayed the cockroach.
Ed los this money in the end, and we palyed mahjong before the next match, which ended up no one winning any match due to a lot of comedy, like me spoiling the game for the heck of it, and jim mistaking a 1 bamboo for an animal.
Watched the first half of the spain vs russia match, the lack of sleep was getting to us by then and don was muttering nonsense and everyone was spitting saliva over baraja. Half time we trooped out to the pertrol station to buy some stuff to eat, met up with a biker gang which fabian and kenneth attempted to provoke, back I played a bit of splinter cell before the time was 0530h I went to sleep in don's guest room. Slept for 3 hours, had to leave then, but not before making a return trip to grab my cd, which made me lose the rest and subsequently getting on the wrong bus. But get home I did, and slept a bit and went for dinner at tony roma's with the family. And yes, watched zidane's smash and grab, or should I say england's shooting themselves in the foot twice.
Tuesday and wednesday was faction camp, had to drag myself there, was attempting to wake up and get there by 8, and no one was there. Jolly. Helped with the dwelling game, was a station master, then had a med meeting, which comprised of 5 people. Lunch came and went, ended up in LT 3 hearing min li, kahli, hanyan talking cock about personality tests and tv shows... after that was the floorball contest, in truth I was bored to death, shiming came back from his parenting workshop dead beat, went to bathe in preparation for the night game, tied gazillion water bombs, ended up getting wet and shrinkled and threatened with being bombed from every corner. At about 11 I curled up on a chair and slept, before being awakened at 1230 to get ready for the game, I was supposed to roam around and catch people, but a lot of them, especially the arts fac people were extremely uncooperative. Anyways hon lyn and I were having fun time grabbing people for fun, by wrting "you are being kidnapped. keep quiet and follow me." on our phones and showing the potential captive. The finale was wet and a bit hard to go down, got one in the kisser, had to change my pants, and it all ended and I koped a pillow from the council room and slept in the J1 room. Next morning was a bit groggy, ate a bit of breakfast, helped out with the powder and the toothpaste game, was appalled by the methods the J1s have the guts to use to pass the toothpaste, using their noses etc.
For the final game, I was at the torture chamber, where hockboon was really having a go, I was more cavalier. In the end they got the corny all must unite together, and with 1 unite cheer we concluded. Bushwhacked, I packed my stuff, then got waylaid in the canteen by al, talked to her for a while, before I dragged myself home with sally's chem notes.
Been mugging hard for the last 2 days, trying to make up for lost time, tommorrow is the chem class, somehow completed the holiday exercise... 1 more week, let's get it started in here...
Been away from here for quite some time already... Little excitement nowadays, thanks to the pressures of the looming CTs and A's.
Last monday, went to andrew road to watch the jolin mini-concert. Andrew road is damm long, i just have to say that. Found out how cheapsakte fliming can be, they actually flim the clapping first so they can add in the clapping later. Anyway jolin looks better in real life than on paper, and she was quite good-natured, bantering with the audience, even when they cut the song halfway she was doing a humorous wrecked player sound.
Last friday went back to RI for AC, went to bishan earlier intending to play time crisis, found out they got rid of the arcade at j8. Bought some tidbits for Owl, then went to RI, played football, what started out as a purely 01 game became a emasse of ex-RIPB and anyone that wanted to play. In the end I had to get out early, as I was bushed. The stupid vending machine ate my $, then went and walked around the campsite, tried to influence judges, sat in the sec 4 meeting, and when night fell we just walked around the campsite, talking the usual cock stuff, then finally announcing the inter patrol results for 2003, and we adjourned to the interchange macs for dinner at 10. As usual, the centre of attention for the ribbing, got home around 11 after a fun time just talking Guys TM cock.
Saturday was a bit hard mugging, as the plan was hatched to go to don's house to watch euro. Ate dinner at home, crab, before leaving the house at 8 to go for OG outing. Got lost 3 times, and thus got ribbed by serene. Just chatted a bit, we wandered around the esplanade, marina square area, until it was 10 and I left to go to don's house. Along the way I read the econs TYS, and met edwin and fabian there at the interchange, bought a meal of macs as I strangely found myself hungry, crammed on to the bus, argued over shoe leather cost with ed and fab, trooped over to don's house, not before waiting for murugan. Reaching there, we settled down to watch greece vs portugal. Ed put $5 on portugal, and after 6 mins his investment was gone and kenneth had a fun time GLing him throughout the whole match, what with his crotch thrusts and what nots.
The hilarious part was halfway through the first half, the 9 of us were engrossed on the match, then don who was sitting behind me, said, "zy, dont move, there's a cockroach behind you." I turned around, and sure enough there was one. Kenneth grew nervous and confessed he was scared of cockroaches and koped a magazine to defend himself. Don tried to grab it by the feelers and toss it away, but it ran away, and that's where all chaos broke out. Fabian and ed were standing on top of a couch, murugan and albert was hiding don't know where. Jim and don chased the cockroach around the room trying to slay it, kenneth was shouting at the cockroach, pong and I were laughing, till my sides hurt badly. It was simply too hilarious watching 9 guys, all scouts, who have braved greater dangers, and got scared by a kachua. Oh well, it was a good laugh, and in the end the not hum jim slayed the cockroach.
Ed los this money in the end, and we palyed mahjong before the next match, which ended up no one winning any match due to a lot of comedy, like me spoiling the game for the heck of it, and jim mistaking a 1 bamboo for an animal.
Watched the first half of the spain vs russia match, the lack of sleep was getting to us by then and don was muttering nonsense and everyone was spitting saliva over baraja. Half time we trooped out to the pertrol station to buy some stuff to eat, met up with a biker gang which fabian and kenneth attempted to provoke, back I played a bit of splinter cell before the time was 0530h I went to sleep in don's guest room. Slept for 3 hours, had to leave then, but not before making a return trip to grab my cd, which made me lose the rest and subsequently getting on the wrong bus. But get home I did, and slept a bit and went for dinner at tony roma's with the family. And yes, watched zidane's smash and grab, or should I say england's shooting themselves in the foot twice.
Tuesday and wednesday was faction camp, had to drag myself there, was attempting to wake up and get there by 8, and no one was there. Jolly. Helped with the dwelling game, was a station master, then had a med meeting, which comprised of 5 people. Lunch came and went, ended up in LT 3 hearing min li, kahli, hanyan talking cock about personality tests and tv shows... after that was the floorball contest, in truth I was bored to death, shiming came back from his parenting workshop dead beat, went to bathe in preparation for the night game, tied gazillion water bombs, ended up getting wet and shrinkled and threatened with being bombed from every corner. At about 11 I curled up on a chair and slept, before being awakened at 1230 to get ready for the game, I was supposed to roam around and catch people, but a lot of them, especially the arts fac people were extremely uncooperative. Anyways hon lyn and I were having fun time grabbing people for fun, by wrting "you are being kidnapped. keep quiet and follow me." on our phones and showing the potential captive. The finale was wet and a bit hard to go down, got one in the kisser, had to change my pants, and it all ended and I koped a pillow from the council room and slept in the J1 room. Next morning was a bit groggy, ate a bit of breakfast, helped out with the powder and the toothpaste game, was appalled by the methods the J1s have the guts to use to pass the toothpaste, using their noses etc.
For the final game, I was at the torture chamber, where hockboon was really having a go, I was more cavalier. In the end they got the corny all must unite together, and with 1 unite cheer we concluded. Bushwhacked, I packed my stuff, then got waylaid in the canteen by al, talked to her for a while, before I dragged myself home with sally's chem notes.
Been mugging hard for the last 2 days, trying to make up for lost time, tommorrow is the chem class, somehow completed the holiday exercise... 1 more week, let's get it started in here...
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