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Misopretty

2007-07-21T22:13:00.001+08:00

No post today. Gotta set a few things straight. But don't worry, "YOULOSER" seems to be more 'piercing' than I thought. Therefore, reflective blog essay! But not today. Someone's rushing me to DotA.

the dirt at your feet.

2007-07-20T23:17:00.000+08:00

I WANNA RUN.

I WANNA RUN 4.8KM. I WANNA RUN 5KM. I WANNA RUN 3.2KM. HELL I'LL RUN 6.2 KM. I JUST WANNA RUN.

IF I HAD THE BLOODY TIME. IF THOSE STUPID OTHER STUFF WOULD STOP TAKING MY RITUALISTIC SATURDAY MORNINGS AWAY FROM ME.

WAAHHH -sobs in corner-

Goddammnit.

You may not know this, but stuff adds up. Everytime I'm called a "loser". It's annoying. The 2nd time, it's even more so. By the third time. It's often unbearable.

But I just shut up. I dislike confrontations if they are unnecessary. I'm willing to let it go for a few times.

I can tell the difference between a insult or a jibe and a joke. It's pretty obvious don't you think? Disrespect is very much different from humor. Humor I like. Disrespect? not so much.

I play along once, you think it's fine to put me down.

I can fucking do stuff. I don't always fail. I try not to fail. If there happens to be one, it's because I didn't bother working hard enough. It's not a lack of skill. It's a lack of working attitude. And I do not deem that as a thing that is worthy of your insults.

And worse thing is, I hate hypocrites too.

"I did not mean to hurt my little girl"

2007-07-19T21:10:00.000+08:00

It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world

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Just a reality check. Somehow my alter ego blogger is taking a nap...lying dormant within me. So. To fill up today, we have, me James!

=D

Don't worry. I won't kill you. I'm a kind compassionate soul, full of morals and virtue.

And also full of bullshit. So bear with me! Or you could bare with me. I don't mind. After all, it's only spelling.

I'm addicted to Maroon 5. Even the ..slow bluey(ha bluey) beats. It's so melancholic at times, yet it manages to remain upbeat all the time. Unlike some other..bands..with..long black hair.

I "Can't Stop" listening to it! Ooh. Pun. Inside joke pun. Ftw.

Racial Harmony was damn funny! It 's hard describing the details of that super amusing malay cultural club joke.

"Areeeeeeeee"
...
"Youuuuuuuuuu"
...
"Sleeeeeeeeeee"
...
"Ping!"
"Are you sleeping are you sleeping!"

And even more so were..the text messages I were receiving(I were? OH NO). =D Just playing along la. Don't kill me.

Okay. I'm hungry..shall go and find something to eat.
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I let him out of his cage for one minute and this is what he does. =.= Aren't you glad you people have me?

Tragic Truth Of Misguided Youth

2007-07-17T21:17:00.001+08:00

" And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say?
And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say

A tell-tale sign
You don't know where to draw the line"

I feel like a complete asshole today. I guess I just don't have much of a patience. I like the 2nd verse. Speaks a lot. Yet so simple. It's direct without being in your face.

"Well for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time"

Isn't this the best way to describe me?

201

2007-07-14T21:24:00.000+08:00

My last post was my 200th. =D

I feel like switching url. Maybe at 300 maybe?

My RE project culminated(big word. mmhmm) to a presentation today, which is why I couldn't go for the OOTP thing. >.<

Basically, all our group is supposed to do is presention to a public forum at Kallang CC, the "Gastric Awareness Month Forum" by the Singapore Cancer Society.It consists of 2 parts, the English and the Chinese, due to our lack of english adequacy, we failed to qualify for the english segment, so we had to present in the Chinese one. Oh the horror.

At least I'm not presenting.

You'll find out later. So I met Norman and Yeesiang at Kallang MRT, and then realised I forgot about Aldric. Damn WTF. Forgot a group member in a group project >.< But it was fine, he wasn't supposed to do anything if he went anyway, cos only the chinese linguists were to present, which excludes me! And him!

Oh and Norman was damn bitchy today, and damn dao. And damn AP. But ohwell.

So we reached there and...wait. Since Im not presenting for my group, I got roped in to present another groups work. A skit. Where I had 4 lines.
"Mr Liu, Sorry to say ah, you got gastric cancer"
"Mr Liu, cancer not totally like heriditary. Your godma your whoever get also you cannot get."
"Mr Liu, Listen to your bloody son."
"Mr Liu, I shall refer to a specialist. Convince him, you must"

Obviously paraphrased. We were speaking to crowd of old men man! Like come on!

Back to it. So we met there, and started rehearsing. Loads of mic problems. Only for me. And Bung. Bung speaks "like a bird" Lol. Fast, high, stuttery, and apparently his voice has broekn, but is about to break a 2nd time, judging by the constant key changes.

So english first. I had to wear my dad's blue pants and a white shirt, including a white striped blue tie. I ended up looking like an SAJC guy. =.= Damn laukui. Hhaha. You didn't hear anything. At least I had a lab coat(see previous posts).

So we went ahead and got it done with. They STILL OWE ME DINNER MAN. Plenty of gaying in the changing room, not literal(too bad).

Then lunch! Hahha. I had beef kway tiao. Not too bad I guess. Bryan had..rojak, yau zha guai, chicken herbal soup, and part of Wee Ping's chicken rice. o.0 So manly.

And got forced to do hard labour. Carrying 4 cartons of water bottles to the CC. =.= And also had to buy 30 curry puffs. Rofl. YOu should have seen the look on the lady's face when we said we needed 30 curry puffs.
"来来，要几个currypok?"
"可以给我三十个吗?"
0.0
“真的啊。三十个”
-nod-
"真的吗！？wei!，他要三十个他要三十个lei!”

Damn funny.

So after that was my groups presentation. All I did was run around taking photos. I think I did more for another group than my own. Which is just unsettling.

And you people who went OOTP. Please don't suan me.

HIGH!

2007-07-13T20:25:00.000+08:00

Sixx(I insist on calling myself that, rather than Jamez or Chin Hou. Lol. ) is on a HIGH!

Sixx was rather depressed throughout the day, for some reason or other, most probably resulting form yesterdays fiasco, which was not published here. Or maybe its my environment. My envrionment seems to like to sing a lot nowadays, and likes to gayly go "love is good, red is passion" and the like.

Then Sixx went for training.

Sixx became happy, as he could finally do a decent backhand drive. And could actually own at 3/4 court king. And could finally drop. =D Need work on Sixxs' drives more.

Sixx also saw YiKang(yk on t3h taggie) get owned really bad. 11-1 in 5mins.

Then Sixx had an enjoyable ride home, free of any distractions. Not enjoyable like enjoyable, but more of enjoyable.

Now Sixx is high, and he doesn't know why! Maybe the lunch time bought chicken rice is getting to him.

i-Play

2007-07-12T20:32:00.000+08:00

Check out this site. Click HERE!

Its Mitsubishi's i-Play website. It's some marketing ploy by the ingenious Mitsubitshi team. Whats so good about it it deserves a post?

The contest it's running. Basically, there was a car design competition, design the grafx for the new kei car from Mitsubitshi, i-something.

And the prize? Awfully attractive. Literally. The prize, to put it bluntly, is Jaymee Ong.

The uh, e-Buzz host. FHM model, actress, all in all hot babe.

But! What you get is only a dinner with her. I'd rather not discuss the practicality of such a prize, but what point is there?

I'm pretty sure she's paid at least a 100k to just put her name in the website, and to endorse it, another 100k. And now she has to go out to dinner with a lucky ..artist. The sponsorship partner happens to be MOS, and the funny thing is in her profile in her own words, she doesn't club much.

And what to do during the dinner. If the artist is a smooth talker, I don't see a big deal. But what happens if a secondary school kid submitted that entry? What happens if totally ugly Jared Fogle lookalike entered? What if they won?

She would have to go due to contractual obligations. And I'm gonna wonder how the dinner is gonna be.

I shall go find more pics of her. =D

2007-07-11T22:27:00.000+08:00

I don't have a post. That's cos I'm uninterested in posting. Therefore, you will all have to deal with my random complaints for today.

Firstly, I forgot to stretch, and now my (skinny) calves/hamstring are really really tense. Was tense, has been tense, had been tense....Nevermind =.= Even my foot is sore. Flat footedness isn't what it's made out to be, pain pain pain, but it still...discomforting at times.Can't do anything about it can I? Besides, it gives me an excuse to buy Asics shoes. =D Which are so totally pwnz0rs. Except that Nike has better cushioning and I can't wear adidas. ...okay enough rambling.

Me want new racket. This be 2nd year of using the racket and the strings be a bit no tension. Either I restring it, or I be buying new one. But, I be poor, so no moneh to pay for it. My father be overseas, my new phone also be hard to come. My mother have not the financial means to change it.

I have a lab coat! After half an hour of tedious meticulous searching for one at the labs, actually I made the lab staff tediously meticulously search for one, I found one! It has a suspicious stain at the ..ass crack area but I am so gonna totally ignore that. I didn't see it. It's a good clean lab coat that can be used for my SL.

(Acting as a doctor for some RE thing, and it's not even my group! I want dinner on them.)

My nice chinese teacher seems to have taken my file, with all my notes for filecheck, and has yet to return me. I await tomorrow's chinese test with eager anticipation.

Yay Fifa on easy mode is damn fun. Arsenal V Everton + 15:3. Top of the league table soon! This post is...a disgrace to myself, and all that I stand for, namely, my blog.

LuckiLEE, eternalLEE, happyLEE

2007-07-08T20:53:00.000+08:00

Mm. I'm back.

Dim Sum was rather delicious, with Selena the daipao, Emma, the xiaolongpao and Pam the dantan.

No I did not eat them.

Apparently this is the 2nd installment of their Dim Sum Dollies series, and I'm pretty sure I'll be watching the 3rd one.

-SPOILERS.-

Basically, it writes the history of Singapore in a varied way, drawing in issues on politics, ethnic, historical and even Sarong Party Girls. Which was quite enjoyable, especially the part where the sarong they chose was the Singapore Airlines one.

Okay. Slowly, one by one.

Firstly they did the formation of Temasek. And yes, they did use the Singapore is a piece of snot thing. I wonder which one of them is Taiwanese. Must have been on of the scriptwriters I guess. Surprisingly, they can sing rather well, especially in the later parts, doing a bit of jazz tremble. And Hossan Leong was the split personality conqueror, none of him seeing Temasek as important. (To meet my patriotic quota: BUT LOOK AT US NOW, A THRIVING CITY!)

And then we have Sang Nila Utama, call him Sang (Sang, sing me a song)..no, Utama (Sounds so gay), fine Nila(Gila). And how he gets chased out of his town by his mother who wants him to
a) Hunt
b) Kill A Deer
c) Find an island city an rule over it, bringing its GDP to a double digit value, thus making it an economic capital.

He chose C. Cos, he was a femmy prince. Really femmy. Hossan Leong femmy. And also cos his mother was emo-ing all over the place, beating her chest, collapsing, and slitting her wrist.

The best part of this scene was when an ERA Realty agent came an sold him the place, Ivy Lee, Real Estate Agent.

I won't say the rest, cos it would take too damned long.

-Spoilers end-

Hahahahahaa. Yay Mondays rock.

Dim Sum Dollies

2007-07-07T22:03:00.000+08:00

OMG, I'm watching this tomorrow? Dim Sum Dollies, for the uninitiated. Don't ask why I'm suddenly...into culture. I kinda always liked the artsy fartsy bits of Singapore, which isn't per-lenty, but well, I make do. I liked Army Daze, for all its cheap humor. I liked Cinncinati pops, for all its symphonic harmony. Ha. As if. I don't see why I shouldn't like a fat lady and 2 other lians act on stage.

Hmm. I was expecting to do a nice happy post, but now, due to unforeseen consequences, I am..unable to do so.

I shall not apologise, because doing so would be apologising on her behalf. And I will let that stand.

Gawd. I hate Saturday nights/Sunday Mornings.

If its mine, and it does not bother me, why on earth should it bother you.

Nyah.

2007-07-06T22:54:00.000+08:00

Apparently, I have a lack of creativity, and thus have followed in Rui Jie's footsteps.

I present to you...Nuffnang! *dum dum dum dum*

Hey, I don't mind hosting an ad, It doesn't give pop ups I think. Besides, I'm hoping it'll keep my little piggy bank healthy and with a clean bill of health, which unfortunately, as of now, isn't. I had 5 cents in my wallet just now, and even now I'm sobbing.

It would be great, if you could click on the little box at the side. The contract forced me not to manipulate anyone in pressing it, so...I ain't. BUT IF YOU SEE ANY INTERESTING THINGS YOU WILL CLICK RIGHT? RIGHT? Ahem.

So anyway, it works like Adsense, and it does allow people who are 15. Sometimes these companies don't allow you in unless your 16 and above, but of course, those people are dopes. No one has yet harnessed the power of the 15 year olds, until now!

So anyway ya. I don't know what sort of ads they gonna run, and the time it takes to reach $50(when I get paid) is hell long.

2007-07-05T18:34:00.000+08:00

From this

to this

The Click 5 sure has changed. I can't tell if it's for the worse. I don't mind the tune of this one, but I'm not really sure of the concept.

They seem quite unsure of what they want to do. The last time I saw them, they were this boyish band, with catchy pop tunes. Infectious, I hate to say this, cute, maybe even good. And now? Still catchy, but the members seem to have changed a lot.

They look emo now =.=

I'm not falling apart.

2007-07-03T21:01:00.000+08:00

I don't know whether to feel depressed or happy.

List of things to come
Tomorrow: TA, Physics thing, ERP, Social thing
Thursday: Kallang CC RE thing
Saturday: Undecided. Dim Sum Dollies maybe?
Next Week: Chem Prac, Physics thingy
Next Sat: RE presentation
Aug 6: RG choir concert. -.-

On one hand, haven't been this busy. On the other, I realise its all school work. A lack of social life is killing me. Not unusual, considering I am loner me. I like company, but I don't like to deal with it. As RuiJie so ironically put it, "You are very extroverted, but your blogging very introverted."

BUT, this post isn't for me to wallow in my self piety. Hehheh. Pie-ty. Uh nevermind.

Rather, I'm just wondering why I suddenly like to use seemingly bombastic words. I seem to enjoy it more than I should.Funny thing is that as a triple science geog student, I'm supposed to be tongue-tied, unable to formulate sentences consisting of more than 2 three syllable words. Either that or come up with a 40line paragraph...consisting of a grandtotal of 1 sentence.

Which is amazing.

I like the word camaraderie. I like the word camisole even more. For obvious reasons. I would rather use the word consecutive rather than next..given the right context, or maybe I would rather use rather rather than prefer. Rather has a more..aristocratic tone to it. I prefer it, not that my skin is suitable thick.

And, seeing that all workers are getting a payrise, I appear to be getting one too. That is ...the lower graded civil servants pay rise, a one time bonus of oh say..100 bucks? This is just why I love Singapore hypocritical media, hype something up, and let the people feel let down. But somehow, this little token seems to keep people happy, so I ain't complaining.

Excerpt:
"The best thing in the world
Can be your worst

The best thing that happens to you
Can be the worst

The one thing that you want
May not be what you need

The thing you thought would always fly
May fall at your feet

The world is full of trickery
And your heart bears the joke

And all your lessons learnt,
All leads to nothing
But your head at the yoke."

Andrea Fonseka's blog isn't half bad. http://andreafonseka.blogspot.com/ Got this from there. Don't mind the banner though o.o

Sweet Child O' Mine.

2007-06-29T22:25:00.000+08:00

Oh no. my tag's not working. I'm dooooomed.

Nah I'm joking. There isn't enough life there to keep a cockroach alive.

I loved the holidays. Who didn't. But I loved it for allowing me a brief respite to breathe. It wasn't the school work. Class before the school holidays was just...abrasive? I mean, just sitting in class would get me all moody. I'm guessing it's partly due to me, but I can also safely say its the environment.

Like right now, after the holidays have ended, I'm not quite that moody anymore! I hope.

But still, I can get rather annoyed in class. And annoyance would most likely lead to moodiness, then angst. I don't like angst. Angst doesn't like me. Hell, angst likes no one. But some people love angst. What am I saying =.=

Why, you ask, is the venerable Sixx offended? Is it the teachers? Is it the whiteboard isn't clean enough for thee?

No. My clasmate is emo-ing through the whole day and its really getting on my nerves.

I shall not state the reason, cause it's rather personal. But seeing him slap himself for no..apparent reason other than perhaps not knowing how to do bio is really mind numbing. Who the hell does that.

Or perhaps suddenly shouting fuck, and groaning and moaning about some reason.

I mean I understand what the hell it is that you go through, I don't mind you doing that. But sometimes, it's just unneeded, unnecessary. It's affecting me too. Everytime he does that, my face drops.

HOLEY SHIT

2007-06-28T00:32:00.000+08:00

EH. 4D 1st AND 2nd PRIZE BOTH SAME NUMBER!

HAHAHA. I wanna win this man. Okay. No post today, read below for most recent attempt at actually writing something worthwhile.

Thanks to Ruijie for heads up on this.

Me me mini me

2007-06-25T21:54:00.001+08:00

Me apologise for lack of posts. Again. Me also say sorry about previous posts not being up to high mark set by meself. However, me don't apologise for no money english.

Ahem. I have 3 things to talk about today, mostly about stuff that happened I think last week or last week, or last fortnight. I haven't discussed them cos I simply lost whatever thought I had about them when I sat infront of my comp, with a steaming cuppa coffee infront of me. And no I do not blog at cyber CAFES.

So, in chronological order.

This being the earliest, it shall be first to venture into the relatively underutilised, partially abandoned blogspot we have here, at the 6mile mark.

So I vaguely remember going on a..uhm..Someday(Someday is a day that exists only for people who can't set targets, or have brains that resemble goldfishes, with the same capacity.) out to I think it was Orchard.

Now, me who lives in some relatively unknown place(Ka-what?) had to take a bus and 2 MRTS to get there. As some of you might know, I observe people on the MRT, even though I'm not in school uniform. When I DO wear my uniform, I'm am actually more concerned about how RETARDED I look in long pants or how my SHIRT is too BIG for me, making me feel like a dope. The list of things wrong with me, other than myself, when I wear my uniform could go from here all the way to Minnesota.

So..back to it. Interesting things catch my eye(d'oh) And what was interesting about this day, was a young couple who were going someplace. Th.ey ended up at Somerset I think.

This was no ordinary couple. They both couldn't be more than 14. That's not the interesting part. I'm not about to go into the merits of going into a relationship at such a young but obviously mature age(ahem).

The exciting part was that this couple, seemed to be on their...(dum dum dumdum!) first date.

Yes, the nervousness of both of them, the tenseness of the situation. The unconcealable happiness/terror that was in the boys eyes. And of course, the unstoppable snickering of the girl.

Wait, what what? SNICKERING?

Oh yes. The boy, I'm guessing feeling rather awkward, being alone with a girl(who wasn't that bad looking but not the point) on a date for the first time, not knowing much about her, except for the gorgeous smile that made you go after her in the first place, had really nothing much to talk about. From City Hall to Somerset, the only thing they talked about was the lady's presumably new phone.

Girl: "haha, and oh ya, I got a new phone, not bad lehs" -giggle-
Boy: "really? -takes phone- wow not bad -gives back-"
Girl: "hahaha, and you see this photo of me, I took" -giggle-
Boy: "really? -takes phone- wow not bad -gives back-"
Girl: "...-starts to chuckle about the boys awkwardness- yeap..do you like it?"
Boy: "yeah i guess i do."

God that was uninspiring to write.

Anyway, the way the guy was acting was totally...rigid. Imagine a normal kid, average build, a little skinny though, poseur glasses, t-shirt, ill fitting jeans sitting as though hes doing a NCC drill. Straight back, almost to the extent of his chest puffing outwards. Awkward movements, hesitant, confused and lost. Should my hand be here? Is it giving off the wrong body language?

Normally stony me on train actually smiled out loud.

I thought about how it might be/had been/could be/should be/is/was like for me. And I still smiled.

On to number 2.

I wanna keep it short.

Women, in miniskirts, Billabong no less, should never attempt to cycle bikes at east coast park, unless willing to have your photo up at Sggirls. Bikes are okay I guess, but at least try not to take bikes that are too short for you, it raises your leg unnescessarily while you pedal.

See, I'm civic minded and not that hormonally charged after all.

I didn't see anything =.= Don't worry. Although given the right circumstances, it would be rather easy. Ahem. Cough.

Oh, and lastly.

I lied about no.3.

It happened uhm. Oh shit. I forgot what it was about.

Shagster.

2007-06-20T20:31:00.000+08:00

I guess I'll have to cut my hair tomorrow. As of now I'm feeling weird. My hair is so long(by my standards...and the schools) that it seems a waste to cut it. But at the same time, I feel as though I really want to cut it, not that it's annoying, but I just feel it's time.

Which is why I'm not complaining.

Ohwell. Tomorrow.

On a totally unrelated note. I have the House theme song now. Yay. You now...House, the genius doctor with an attitude problem. Not exactly a problem. But ya, an attitude.

Although it's damn soft, anyone knows a good program to increase the volume?

I wanna work here

2007-06-18T20:48:00.000+08:00

Lip Dub - Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger from amandalynferri on Vimeo

OMFG THIS IS COOL. I SO WANT TO WORK HERE. I can imagine pingpong everyday. Lol. Beer too. Argh. I need a web design degree..or a marketing one.

Besides.

Also click this.

Shit this blog is getting useless except to show amusing videos found me yours truly, and maybe a few from his small social circle.

I apologise for lack of posts. I blame it on the lack of time. Actually no. I blame it on the unwillingness of the author to post. (Looking for someone else to help with posting too. For the people who still don't get it. I'm hiring. But not paying. And if you don't get it, this job isn't for you)

Hur hur hur.

Once again.

2007-06-16T20:41:00.000+08:00

Funny quotes at a heated argument which happened at the dinner table at the author's house.

"It's like everything I say is IGNORANT.You all don't bother to listen. Like, I say everything is ignorant"

Only one thing to say. Yup.

"You have to defrost the duck before you cook. Later when you cook not cook right, the bacteria the eggs will make you sick"

Woah. It's time to burn the textbooks.

"See, because of miscommunication, there is DUPLICATION of food."

I see the way to feed the African population.

The author had no choice to keep his mouth shut during this argument, because if he did not, the food he was eating would have spilled out in a sudden burst of guffawing laughter. But somehow he was brought into the argument, being blamed for something he did not do.

=.=

2007-06-14T22:46:00.000+08:00

Every single day, when I go on MSN, the convos get way wierder.

Like talking about testicles with 2 other girls.

And...about curvy balls, and tight leather hot pants with holes at the rear end.

And bowling was fun! Although "my balls were never straight". And ohmygawd everytime Ruici bowled, I swear the place shook. THUMP. THUMP THUMP.

I'm lazy to post cos I'm kinda busy. o.o Besides. I think you'll get more details on their blogs instead.

BUTTSCRATCHA!

2007-06-13T22:09:00.001+08:00

And .....wtf. Ruici and Boey are gay. =.=

Are you ready?

2007-06-10T21:16:00.000+08:00

Are you all ready for the movie that will rock your world?

Are you ready for the best movie of the year?

...

Awgh I can't do this. It's morally wrong. Even for me.

I just saw the shittiest movie of my life. Worse than a B-grade movie. WIth nudity, gore and the OMFG worst plot ever. I wonder why I ever decided to watch it in the first place. 90 mins of my life wasted.

I have it on the comp now. -.- It's tainting it. Cheesy. The movie was so cheesy that I might be having a rat infestation soon. Gawd. And it's worse than a Uwe Boll movie. Maybe it WAS an Uwe Boll movie. I wouldn't be surprised.

The movies Starship Troopers 2 by the way. ...I think I need to delete it after I make a copy on a disc.

Anyone wants to ruin one and half hours of their life just tell me.

Won't go home without you

2007-06-09T21:51:00.000+08:00

Nice song. Listen to it on the uh. Left. Yeah Left.

Lack of posts because lack of things to post about. Ya duh. I lead a deprived life.

"Nananananana BATMAN!" -Me, in court, causing someone to laugh and miss his shot.

Blogger needs help

2007-06-05T21:54:00.000+08:00

I take the MRT almost daily. It's safe to safe I know the subtle nuances of the train, when to expect the bright flash of light when my train exits the deep dungeons of ~~hell~~ the tunnels. I know how long the doors take to open, or how spastic the voice recordings are.

But more importantly, I have also learnt about the diverse range of people who take them.

Take for example, Mrs I-Soh-Desperately-Need-A-Seat. I bet you all are rather accquintated with her. She isn't exactly the nicest person to be with. Not the nicest to sit next with on a flight, but definitely the nicest person to bring along when you are out shopping at a pasar malam.

Being her usual self, she will rush, not because she must, but because she can, into the train the exact milliseconds the door opens. If there are obstacles that stand in her way, she easily squeezes through them, despite her rather bulky frame sometimes.

It might bring problems to those around her, but does she care? Well. Obviously not. All that matters is that she reaches her destination in time. As always, the destination is neon coloured seats in the train. As she reaches it, she does a 180 triple lutz, and lands, gracefully as ever, the hair on her hair nay moved, on the chair.

Theres also Mr I-See-Only-Boobies.

Simply put, ogling at every girl that waltzes in is his specialty. He gazes, from top to bottom, from hairdo to pedicure. The every feature of the woman that has walked into his life. Sometimes, he finds the face a little too disturbing for his tastes, and looks further south. Sometimes, he cannot control himself, and his jaw remains unhinged at every stop. And he remembers only to close it after the drool has dripped on his immaculately shined shoes.

I seem to remember one more. She hasn't been a very prominent feature on the train. She's dressed well, nothing to pick about it. She has a pretty face, which of course, the guy I just mentioned would know. But somehow, he doesn't seem turned-on. Is it the long wavy hair on this girl? Is it the just a tad too pink lipstick? No, it seems to be the sour demeanour of this girl. She looks as though the world owes her a living. As though her boyfriend has dumped her and when she called him, he threw his phone into the Kallang river, and a fish decided to date her. As though her in-laws wouldn't die fast enough. She sits there, with her hands together between her legs, and she stares at them. Just keeps staring.

And then of course, there's me. I don't belong in any of these categories(I lie, I belong in2 of them.) I am the ever invisible observer. Always watching, never saying a word. Hiding behind these headphones of mine. The only tell-tale sign that I actually exist is my head turning oh so often, to gaze at a new object of interest, as my eyes dart up and down, committing the image to my mind, and coming up with hasty conclusions, or inward snickering.

There's more of me on the train. Sometimes, I look at myself, and myself looks me back in the eye. A sudden awkwardness steals the show, rendering all rational thought useless. After 2 secs of simply staring at one another, we hastily turn away. But sooner or later, the same thing happens. It's as though the images in our minds are forgotten as soon as a opinion of it is formed.

I also remember Mr. Sleepyhead. Mr. Technogeek. Mrs Psychotic(who is very interesting, I assure you). But, alas. Time is short.

If I Never See Your Face Again

2007-06-03T21:54:00.000+08:00

I don't mind.

At this point of my life, I would like to do a few things. Call me corny. Call me sentimental. I don't mind. But I feel I have to do this.

I need to thank a few people. For what they have done this few weeks. Or months. I really appreciated their help. Without them, I probably would be somewhere punching up a wall. I'm serious. I think I did that once.

You know me, not one to name names. But this time I guess it's only right I do so.

First and foremost. Shan Zhi. Ha. Big surprise there.

"I need to thank this person the most. Even homosexuals need recognition for their contributions hor? You have been a very nice guy throughout this time. But most of all I would like to thank you for the time when you helped me sort out my life. Yeah. About religion and all that shit. Thanks for helping and providing a ear for me to shout at. I would hug you but...no. You had no idea how emotional I was back then. And now your are the 1st person I would go to if I have a problem. Good luck dealing with me. Ha."

Second person is well Norman. -.-

"You. Gay. You. Thanks for like. Gaying around. Cheering me up a little. Although your jokes do get repetitive after a while =.= It's nice to know that someone actually bothers about me and my problems. And I'm sorry for being a bitch >.< Yeah. "

I don't think this is enough to really thank them, but as usual. I lack the oratory skills to really do much. But, I try. I won't name the others because well, although they've contributed substantially, these 2 have done a lot more. But yeah. 'Ppreciate it.

No. This isn't some karma thing. And no, I'm not gonna kill myself. Dipwads. I just feel real bad. And I know I've been a real bitch for a while now. It's not anyone's fault, but I seem to want to take out whatever frustration I have out on anyone.

Even random people on buses. -.- You should see the way I stare at people sometimes. Even though they've done nothing wrong but gotten on the wrong side of me. I.E, the opposite seats.

I know. I know how I've been reacting to the shit in my life. I know my shit ain't that serious. But I also know it's affecting me lots. Which says a lot about me. I haven't bothered to try and not let my emotions affect others but sometimes it's just hard. So, sometimes I just give up. Or sometimes it just overwhelms me.

I don't like this me. It's too painful to keep doing this. Have you ever felt a wave of depression go through you, shivering your spine, and gnawing at your extremeities.

I guess reading about lesbianism is kinda ... mindset changing.

On to better stuff.

I GOT TO PEDAL A TRISHAW!

Dandy Dandelions.

2007-06-01T21:46:00.000+08:00

It's quite a nice day today.

Despite the rain.

I had free Lakerol sweets from the 7-11 auntie whom, I guess, misses seeing me for so long. Passionfruit. Yummaye.

I hear a voice saying, "CRAPPY GAY POST". So to make it up to this schizoprenic mind of mine.(oo. mind of mine.) I shall continue with as little gayness as I can and more ..normal stuff. I'll leave the gay stuff at the end.

MAROON 5! Fun to listen to till the 6th track. Lol. Middlesex, still interesting. Movie';s at home. Last night it was Night at teh meusuem. Night before National Treasure. Now..it's um Starsky and Hutch and uh. Something else.

I kinda realise that maybe I'm just posting to save my memories someplace. Maybe when I grow up, I'll look at this blog, and wonder how crappy my childhood really was. Or how noob my english was. (Maybe I'll be an English major. You'd never know. Hor.)

Besides, it isn't really a pain to type stuff out. Trains my spelling. Not that it's getting any better.

Or maybe when I'm famous, I'll just sell my blog as my uhm. "memoirs". But hopefully. In the future. That word won't be synonymous with "highly aroused presidents" or worse still geishas. I mean. In the future, someone's gonna be desperate enough to buy this junk as..crap. And print it out under the humour section. Which in that case, this post would be rather pre-ironic. If such a word does exist.

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Who says I won't fail at life and turn out to do some clerical work instead? Or work in the army till I'm 44 and retire to work as a taxi driver. If my blog is so dead now, what would revive it later? Someone else to post? A webcomic perhaps? IF it's so dead, who would want it other than myself, for sentimental value.

The people I describe are gonna be gone, or forgotten. Or maybe just ignorant. They would be in some crevice of the world somewhere, maybe smoking crack, or speaking to a large group of rally-ers at a political rally(wait. those 2 are the same!).

[Ed: This train of thought cannot be ended satisfactorily enough for the author]

Gaynes begins:
And the bus ride home was quite...

Me, the satorically challenged one was just reading some book(MIDDLESEX) on the bus, listening to my iPod when some chiobu waltzed in and ...(ha descriptors!) plonked her ass next to mine. Okay fine. Daintily, delicately, sit down next to me, and slowly, almost dream like, shifted her bare legs inward.

Of course. Shorts. -.-

But I must say. She was half mascara, half anoxeria. And another half leggy and half pretty face to fill up the void left by the anoxeria. (half minus half + half + half = 1) Hmm. Maybe the word should be small framed instead. Anoxeria sounds too degradatory. And she looked at least 18.

Meh. I guess that brightened up my afternoon. But of course. -.- I stop at looking. I don't bother well, forseeing the future when shes obviously not my type. So critique I shall.

I couldn't concentrate on reading my book. And gave up.

Middlesex is a county you dicks.

2007-05-31T19:40:00.000+08:00

I am holding what I perceive to be a gem in the literary field.

It's a book(duh), called Middlesex, by Jeffery Eugenides.

I wouldn't have bought it if not for my ERP assignment.

I had a choice this afternoon, between Yann Martel's Life Of Pi, or this book. I chose Middlesex. I don't think chose wrongly. I'd already read Life Of Pi, and it was interesting, but not interesting enough for me to remember the story.

If it were, I wouldn't have a need to buy a book anyway.

Also, I guess it's a bit of well, clichedly, fate. This would be my 3rd time coming across the word "middlesex" and like. I kinda got intrigued. It's a wierd word.

So anyway I bought it, a little under the influence of Norman's aptly labelled T-shirt. (Also middlesex, and it fit's him quite well you know.). So far, I've read maybe 40 pages, and my god, I am quite into this book. I have taken the liberty NOT to skim through it, as I have done with most of the other books that I have read, particularly the last of the Halo series.

Frankly, it's a book for adults. Containing themes of incest and having the main character as a hermaphrodite, it obviously isn't suited for kids to read, especially those with sisters with whom they are quite close to. Besides, I don't think it's good for kids, impressionable as they are, to go round wondering about their gender.

The story is not that bad, albeit quite extreme as compared to the other books I have read. I admit it. I don't read much. And man, this guy has done his homework. He references reports in his book, as thought they are part of the story, and compares the subjects to the main character in the book.

I haven't gotten far yet, but I'm quite enjoying this read. You can't doubt his writing style. It's so smooth.

Although, I am not recommending this book yet. I think I'm still on a high from getting a book and a new water bottle, which looks totally gay by the way.

Interact Camp

2007-05-30T19:33:00.000+08:00

I'm baaaack. Like the pesky moth who won't leave your room, I am BACK. There's no way you gonna stop me. Muahaha, I'm immortal.

I'm terribly annoyed today. Nowadays, it's not only some days that seems shitty.

TERRIBLY INCOHERENT> I APOLOGISE> SERIOUSLY>LOOK MY FULLSTOPS ARE IN CAPS>

Interact Camp wasn't a camp. It was an...activity. One super slack activity. Because, Interact Club isn't technically a CCA. It's not sports, it's not music, it's not a uniformed group. All we do is help others. I don't mind. It's fun ya know.

The amount of time we spent doing something FOR the CCA, like for example, busking during this camp, was almost zero. Most of our time was spent playing "bonding games" and also...some forms of gambling. Like dai di or blackjack. Or poker. Or bluff. I stayed up till 3am last night playing softball, soccer, cards and some other shit in the ...uh...1A classroom. >.< Sorry man. I think your class got messed up a bit.

First day was uhm. Crap. For me at least. Cos we had to leave for some interview we had to do for almost the whole afternoon.

Morning was a outing to QianHu fish farm. I realise how P.Schoolish that sounds, but like, I did okay. We had to buddy a mentee, someone whom the RInteract club gives tuition to, for the trip. So like I somehow got stuck with some guy named James, who kept pressurising me to buy fishes for him =.= And going James Kong, James Kong" over and over again until I got quite ...meh. But like, when it ended. He didn't even say bye to me for bringing him around the entire place.

The interview DID help a bit for our project, but, well, it was a hassle.

We went back just in time for the "much awaited RI iron chef", in other words, the ...very lame cooking competition. I wasn't here when my group bought the ingredients, so in the end we had to mack do with..
Tomatoes
Cabbage
Luncheon Meat
Sausages
Lots of eggs
Aloe Vera (WTF?)
Fruits
Garlic

Seriously? I don't see how they fit =.=

Cooking was fun..to a certain extent. Eating was most certainly not. We had like 2 big phat plates of salad( fruit salad, yummy yummy) and like a big fat mountain of egg+meat. Edible, but highly not recommended.

War games after that was uber fun. UBER UBER fun. It's the basic find lightsticks/kill others kinda game. So everytime you kill someone, not only do you get one point, you also get their lightsticks, which means additional points! The lightsticks give one point each also.

Within 5 mins I had 7 points for my team. Aahaha. One brisk run around the compound, then just randomly running. We had a total score of 37, out of which 20 were lightsticks. That only gave us like 4th QWTF.

But nevermind. It was fun ambushing people when they came back to secure their lightsticks. Jump sidestep pull gives you at least 3 points.Nigel was damn sad after I did it to him. Ahem.

Best was Xiang Peng la. We corner him into the toilet for like 10mins. He didnt want to come out. And he didn't even have any lightsticks. He was worth 1 point but we kept at it. He locked himself in the cubicle, and we like went to find sticks to keep poking him. =.= He took the stick with his imba judo-shiftingweight manuever and starrted whacking us, pushing us out of the toilet. After declaring "peace" we walked out of the junior block. To find 2 other teamates! Poor XiangPeng got ganked by 4 people instead of 2. He was damn damn pissed.

Man, I am incoherent.

Yesterday was Amazing race. Some STUPID SHIT which was very very very gay. As in. Most if the time we wwere purposely kept back =.= It's like Amazing race, where you like go round Singapore going to checkpoints completing tasks etc.

Not that bad, except for the "Win 5 in a row scizssor paper stone" checkpoint. Grrrr.

And also the CHangi Airport thing. Shit. We were like supposed to take the skytrain and find out how long it takes to get to T1 without using a watch. We used an iPod, we got exact answer, but the IC didnt let us go. Kept saying it was wrong. I checked with him later, we got the answer right on the first try. And he didnt know we were "cheating". Including the MRT journey back and forth from Tanah Merah. That station cost us at least 40mins. We stared 4th, and ended 7th. >.< Ohwell.

The entire journey we were running.. Now my ankles feel loose. And my legs hurt. =.= GGrawgh.

Best quote
"Uhh. Prakash, stick your prata in me...yeah Prakash." -Lawis, while Prakash was on the phone.

I need something to punch.

Quotable Quotes

2007-05-27T22:38:00.000+08:00

"Boy ah(referring to me), do you want to cosplay?"

- My mother

So totally LOL-worthy.

Anyway.

Went to eat lunch to celebrate Mother's day very late. -.- At City Hall, Plaza Market Cafe. Food isn't too great there, nor was it very fresh. But, who am I to complain. Free buffet. They have Peranakan food there. Meh. The prawns were not edible. So I wasted 2.

I feel so guilty for wasting food, and OMG, I cried when I left the prawns there to rot, thinking about the African children. After that feeling so emo, I went to whip myself to punish myself for doing wrong. Bad Sixx. Bad.

=.=

I realise I get bullied everywhere I go. Within my circle of friends, and now I realise, among my cousins. I get poked punched pushed thrown slapped low-blowed kicked shouted at insulted and many more. Which isn't so fun, considering I still ache.

Meh. It was fun.

But the fun ended at like 4. Obviously, cos I had to go to church.

No posts for the next 3 days, because of interact camp. HAHA. I bet you all will miss me. Right guys?....right? Please say right. I am so not gonna have fun for the next 3 days. Crud.

Spirited Away

2007-05-26T22:05:00.000+08:00

I decided to go watch a classic. And damn, I'm glad I did.

I went to get myself a copy of Spirited Away. The anime movie that enthralled me when I was young. I remember watching it, and being totally immersed in it at my childcare centre. Yeah childcare centre. Not PAP though. I have this thing against conformity, and yet again, I seem to be hypocritical of myself.

And back to the topic -.-

Screenie. I missed a whole chunk of the movie because I was talking and playing MSN games with some people ( -death glare- ) but well, I saw the good parts.

I kinda love the art. It's not new styled, like Naruto/Bleach, neither is it old-styled(Rurouni Kenshin). And it sure as hell isn't Astro Boy style, which tells you why I don't watch Astro Boy, other than the fact that I do not like seeing boys fly around topless.

The movie has a charm of it's own. It takes up a life of it's own. It draws you in, much like how the main character is drawn into it's fantasy realm. Hmm. Draw. No pun intended.

The emotions you see are simple to understand, yet work so beautifully well. There is not complex backstory plot, about assasinations and betrayal and other what not. Simple friendship, love and despair are quite easy to comprehend.

The poor girl is meek at first, but after everything, you can almost see the development of her. It's amazing.

Oh, there are cute jokes a plenty inside.

BWAAARGH.

2007-05-21T21:04:00.000+08:00

Forgive my spasticity in the title. I'm just at a loss for ideas. -.- Sorry.

It's the last week of school! Every single person is having fun! The whole world(Please note that the author refers only to people living in countries that have term breaks in June, and assumes that everyone in these countries do go to school.) is having fun! Everyone's out doing fun stuff, like jumping into piranha infested waters, bungee jumping off 100m high cliffs with a 200m bungee cord and best of all, eating goldfish(yum.)

Everyone except me. And well, the whole of the sec 3 cohort.

We have 4 days, to do our social advocacy project, and we also have a test on Wednesday. And we have to stay back for some talk by some Japanese Ambassador.

Although we do do not have trainings , because the sec 2s are out HAVING FUN ON THEIR MALAYSIAN MONTAGE. Grrr.

So, I'm in limbo. On 1 hand I have stuff to do. On the other I'm totally free. And yes, I'm an oxymoronic retard.

What shall I do!

I can't stay home and play DotA the whole time right. I mean even Pokemon gets repetitive after a while. And I COULD THEORETICALLY go do like fitness training myself, but I'm a lazy arse. I'll stay home and do my...Sixx BX. And sweat all over my keyboard.

Dammit. My class is retarded. -.- We are a mishmash of homosexuals, gays, and faggots. Hurrah for English. "I am happy, you are gay." "I am sensitive, you are emo." "I am outgoing, you are flirtatious"

And others, but they're racist in this..oversensitive world, so I won't post it.

I guess I'll pack up my mind.

2007-05-19T23:30:00.000+08:00

Haven't blogged in 2 days cause I didn't find any reason to.

My english is not powderful enough to describe amusing happenings in class without a camera, maybe I could, but I'm too lazy to type a thousand words. Or maybe my memory just fails me horribly.

Either way.

Today's open house. After...um brunch, I went there early. Because I kinda forgot to submit my PSL form on Friday. I'll blame Norman since I asked him to remind me but he didnt. So ANYWAY, I went there and ran up 6 floors, climbed in through a window like a filthy burglar, found it among the pile of maths worksheets and climbed out again, scraping my shin in the process, ran down 6 floors and ran to the general office.

"Is it too late to submit my PSL form?"
"Here gimme."
"It's not too late"
"It is, just see whether teacher wants to accept"

Either way, I doubt I'm getting in. Damn my absentmindedness. I mean, uh, damn Norman. Gah. So screwed.

Open House was quite boring. Sitting at a booth and watching people play tennis is rather, uninspiring. I switched to watching people play badminton, but it was rather depressing. Seeing Zong Yi do flip-roll-throw was fun, but scary. Since I like to antagonise him.

Besides I got my jersey. I think it's because my name is at the bottom of the list. Or maybe cause my body is big. At least that's what I like to believe. Thats why I got the jersey XL. It's so frickin big. Sleeves reach past my elbow. I look so skinny in it. I just don't get any respect :\

But, it's nice anyway.

I like watching Celebrity Deathmatch. Which probably shows how deep I am. At least I get the jokes. Funny Hollywood toilet humour in it's simplest and purest form. Blood. Duh. Watching Hillary Duff fight Lindsay Lohan is retarded. The methods they use are ludicrous. But it's enjoyable nonetheless. It's better than WIldboyz. There used to be "Where my dogz at" but I think the series ended. And there was no season 2.

And shit. My Pokemon are nubbish rubbish derseve to be called garbbish. No, I do not have a pokemon fettish. If you said I did, I would thow you out a lattish window.

No Booty Calls.

2007-05-17T22:15:00.000+08:00

This so totally deserves a post.

Funny shit.

I'm getting called a mugger by everyone in class, simply cos I have too much free time at home to do my SS assignment. And also cos I'm on a nice winning streak with test marks. Like my BIO! Wootzors.

But math will kill me next week.

I don't mug la. If I mugged, I wouldn't write this post. If I mugged, I would have done my social advocado-cy thingum already. If I had mugged I would have finished my blog assignment.

I actually spend my time stoning around at home, never touching a book unless a test is 2 days away or else the magazine happens to be Maxim. If it were, it would be with me all the time. I would be so "mugging" it. (I'm joking, it's FHM)

Besides. Time passes by too fast for me to stick my head into a book or a pile of worksheets. It's like less than...uh. 7 hours since I came back and all I've done is..
-bathe
-finish up ss
-one round dota ai
-bleach
-dinner
-dota
-pokemon silver

Average of one hour each. Although I do not take one hour to bathe.

Argh. My leg is still screwed. Hamstring is tense. Or something. Strained. Yeah. Crap.

Lun.

2007-05-15T21:40:00.000+08:00

Sixx is rather pleased at himself. Yet at the same time unsure about himself.

He did 9:53mins for his 2.4km run, which brings his total Napfa score to be 30/30. But somehow, he thinks he could do better. It could be just his ego speaking but well, just maybe.

Witty banter about what would happen with the concept of RAFFLES!mon cards. A hybrid of POKEMON and RAFFLES, the 2 things that dominate some of the lives of the people in RI.

It would be a mix of DotA, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and Magic cards.

And best of all, the school cliques/cliches would all be inside!

We could have a few range of cards, like these "monsters" belong together. Same genus different species. So....heres a few that we thought of. We started doing this because 3L had pokemon cards about ....important people in the class.

Name: Mr. Magindran
HP: 1000
Class: Legendary
Special Abilities: One of the legendary monsters found in the compounds of RI. He is able to unlock a hidden power in all of us. He has high attack, due to his soccer skills and the fitness of a 20 year old man despite his age of around 50.
Attack: 2 "Inspirational Speeches "
BONUS: Combined with "Rafflesian Spirit", revives one monster, and heals all monsters to full health.

Name: Rui Jie
HP: 400
Class: Gymnast
Special Abilities: Like all gymnasts, RuiJie possess agility like no other monster. Able to dodge attacks, making RuiJie only take 60% of damage.
Attack: "Pommel Opponent Senseless"
BONUS: Combined with "Leotard", all monsters are now unable to deal critical damage due to pure utter digust.

Name: Bob Koh
HP: 800
Class: Legendary
Special Abilities: A monster that is rarely seen, but presence is always felt. Able to raise morale. Is invincible except to Chong Han Guang.
Attack: "Day Off"
BONUS: Invisibilty with "Overseas Opportunity"

Name: Photocopy Lady
HP:500
Class: Important-Non-Important People
Special Abilities: Able to heal monsters over time, but drains morale and money.
Attack:"Paper cut"
BONUS: Combined with "Photocopy Card", lady is able to copy instantaneously one of your non-legendary monsters, or one of your opponent's.

Name: Chong Han Guang
HP: 600
Class: Teacher
Special Abilities: Is the only monster able to kill Bob Koh with the attack called "Slap the Headmaster".
Attack:"Give Answers To Questions about LIFE"
BONUS: Combined with "baggy shirt" and "long pants", gives the impression that CHG is very large and reduces morale for one turn, until the opponent realises that he isn't big sized after all.

Name: Rosie Smith
HP: 500
CLass: Teacher
Special Abilties: "The world flameth with the acidic nature of that t'was her tongue" Acidic tongue gives target monster -2 morale per attack.
Attack: "Oral Abuse"
BONUS: Deals extra damage to "ShangHai"

Name: Bryan Tsui
HP: 600
Class: Student
Special Abilities: Bragging, deals 120 direct damage to target monster. DIE FOOLS
Attack: "Lame Joke"
BONUS: "Gel" thicken's Bryan Tsui's skin, and renders him invulnerable to tongue-based attacks.

Name: Thia Shan Zhi
HP: 600
Class: Prefect
Special Abilities: The gay nature of this species makes him extra potent to males type monsters.
Attack: "Donkey Punch"
BONUS: "Gay Youtube Videos" add + 20 to his damage.

I think there are more. But I cant think of any. But these suck anyway,

SIXX IS BACK.

2007-05-14T22:42:00.000+08:00

YES I'm BACK!

I'm so incoherent, I typed

; Sixx ` -/ Kinsei says:
BLOGGER SBACL
; Sixx ` -/ Kinsei says:
I FOUND A WORAROUND

Pro no?

Wordpress shall be put on temporary hiatus until Blogger screws up again. Which is PRETTY COMMON. So don't forget about it.

Problem hasn't been resolved though. It's gonna be annoying for a while. But at least here I have my tagboard. And no stupid comments to depress me.

I laughed through my maths lesson. Jonathan did something really stupid and he's about to get screwed sooner or later. Girls + Crush Calculator + Email Prank = Dead Jonny.

And OMG. The RI gym is super imba. It's comparable to the Planet Fitness at Parkway la. Got Freemotion(tm), which trains your "core muscles" as opposed to the normal weights. Bishan gym looks pathetic now compared to this. But somehow I don't think coach is gonna make us do weights.

JONATHAN YOU TORE MY SHIRT YOU BRUTE. and loser xD.

Don't watch it turn

2007-05-09T18:09:00.000+08:00

Helter Skelter

2007-05-07T21:10:00.000+08:00

I so want this is RI. Especially the Raja Block. Prefects and noted members of the committee take note.

I could imagine this directly outside the Raja block, spiralling down 7 floors to the first floor. There could even be a complex system, able to take you to every floor. It would make the long trips up, just a little more fufilling.

Look at the amount of pleasure he gets!

Link here. CLICK

....It would have to be FOC of course. I'm pretty sure it would cost less than 36 million.

Oh shit. Jacq Sim makes the SS test seem scary.

Social studies

2007-05-06T12:19:00.000+08:00

Social studies notes are funny. Who knew mugging could be reasonably enjoyable?

"A recent study by the NIE showed that 3 in 4 Primary 4 students spent recess with cronies of the same race."

I like the author already.

"only in Singapore can z pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance."

"Only in Singapore will you find a handicap parking lot infront of a skating rink."

Equality for all. No discrimination against the handicapped.

ONE MORE!
"He was the supine, grateful, humble, irresponsible, unmanly,banjo-picking, servile, grinning, slack-jawed, docile, dependent, slow-witted, humourous, child-loving, childlike, watermelon-stealing, spiritual-singing, blamelessly fornicating, happy-go-lucky, hedonistic, faithful black servitor who sometimes might step out of character long enough to utter folk wisdom or bury the family silver to save it from the Yankees!"

Follow-up.

2007-05-05T23:10:00.000+08:00

Once again. I fucking hate to do this. But you all leave me no choice.

Please. For once. On the topic of religion, just fucking leave me alone. If you don't fucking understand the predicament I'm in, don't fucking come in and push me around.

I'm not so tough. I'm fragile. I break easily. I can't fucking take much more. I know my limits. And it's near.

It's not so fucking simple as you assume. I don't hate Christianity. I don't fucking hate christians. I just can't stand it when you all try to shove me around. Playing with me like I'm some kind of wind-up toy.

I'm gonna have to endure 2 more fucking years of stoning in a fucking class, where the people don't care how I feel, only that I am Catholic and thus their job is done. I make it a point to ignore these people because they do so to me. And I cannot fit in. But yet I do this. For what? I don't know. For my mother? I don't know.

And if she has her way, I'm gonna have to go to church and join the fucking youth group. For the remainder of whatever life I still have to spend under her wing.

There was a reason why I left the faith in the first place. I didn't see a point. I spent years there, toiling away, doing work, studying, even, in catholic class. Then one day, I just gave up. Theres no incentive. It's not that I can't see it, I just cannot find it.

Worse thing is that I'm wasting my time every sunday. At least 3 hours. For nothing. Absolutely NOTHING. I'm not gonna go back, I know it. And yet I have to go. Do you have any idea how fucking frustrating it is? When you do something for the sake of nothing.

I tried to get my way. I couldn't. Now I'm stuck here. Midway between Religion and heathenism. My body is at the church. But my mind is not.

I don't know how angsty this may seem, but sec 3 is just one big fucking angst ride.

As for YOU. What can I say. You don't understand whats going on in my life right now. Not that you needed to know. A simple joke, and you start to insult my lifestyle. I'm not thick-skinned. I feel insults. Especially when they hit hard. I can't help it but hit back.

If you were understanding, you wouldn't have brought in religion in the first place. You would have understood how bloody messed up I am because of what's happening to me. Religion is a fucking sensitive issue right now, and it one thing that would really rile me up. It's not a fucking button for you to push. Now I not only have to deal with shit from home and from the fucking church. Now you. What right do you fucking have to push me around, saying how much of a gone-case I am simply because I don't have a religion.

Insult me once, I might get pissed. Insult me and then try to say my weakness if because of my lack of spiritual strength, you're bound to be taken down.

A point-of-view can say a lot. That was my point-of-view. If you can't take someone else's opinion, then I've got nothing to say. I'm sorry, but thats how my life has gotten me to view christianity. A particular person I know had a huge problem. She thought that religion was the way to help herself, and jumped around, looking for one. She found one, and now tries to make sure I do too.

Well she doesn't know that the reason why she sought religion was only because she was desperate. The drugs weren't working fast enough for her. If she really thought that religion was a good thing, or so she says, she wouldn't have left the church in the first place.

I'm messed up and I know it. My life is full of shit and I know it. It's too bad that everyone just likes to see it that way.

So please, YOU, please stop fucking pissing me off. My remarks might have been crude, or degradatory to whatever faith you believe in, but you have to know what situation I am in. I'm not feeling stable myself right now, and I would appreciate it if you would not push me over the edge.

If you'll excuse me, I have to end this post because my face needs to be washed up. I can't fall asleep with eyes sore.

PS. Thanks ShanZhi. I needed that. But no, I won't see him.

Heaven for atheists.

2007-05-05T17:28:00.000+08:00

I can't break 40. I'm not putting in enough effort. No matter what, my 6.2km runs always fall short of below 40 by a few seconds.

I hate the monotony of failure.

It was a nice run today anyway. 15:30 for my first 3.0km makes me feel good inside. Although once I think of what the X-country people are doing, the good comes out in a big gooey mess.

I met YiKang at the busstop, and he made me go back to RI to return the can with him. He was doing some Special Olympics donation drive. Evil make me walk so much. But reaching there I realised how many people actually signed up for the bloody thing.

Which reminds me. I need to wash my shoe.

BELOW IS BITCHING ABOUT SOMEONE/SOMETHING. NO OBLIGATION TO READ.

I dislike ranting about religion.

I have to set somethings clear. I have nothing against religion. I'm not anti-christ(hah), neither am I..a heretic. I simply dislike the concept of religion and thus do not subscribe to it.

I don't see any problem with that. I do not go around asking Christians to stop believing in their faith. I mean, it's fine whatever you believe in. Whatever you do, just don't drag me in. You may love God as much as you like, it's fine. You may think that whatever that's said in the Bible is the truth. Sure, I don't mind.

Only thing about it is when you start going up to me and telling me how wrong I am for not believing in Christ. How blind and cold-hearted I am simply because I have a differing opinion about religion than they do. How I am bound to go to hell for not loving God.

FYI, I still go to church like the good hypocrite that I am.

Funny thing is that these people don't understand how annoying they can get. It's not say I was born in an atheist family. Raised in a nice little Catholic family, I have seen and understand how it is when you believe in religion. I know both sides of the story. At least I vaguely do.

I don't mind if you like the comforts or direction that religion might show you. It's fine, just as long as you don't bother me about how great he is and how pathetic I am without him.

The love is gone

2007-05-04T22:25:00.000+08:00

Nice try Raffles!

A boys lost to ACJC 4-1. Aww.

Spastic cheers are quite fun to do. Raffles dynamite, don't mess with dynamite, ****, Raffles dynamite, don't mess with dynamite, ****...so on so forth

Cheering pwned them, but this wasn't really reflected in court. The top seed for RJ put up a nice fight, but eventually won 9-0 9-0 9-something. -.- That idiot took his time, playing all sort of funny shots. Half-lob la, skip boast...

"if you can't drive straight, what's there to boast about"

AJ unofficial tee slogan. Cool. Why doesn't Moor house have that kind of creativity. M is one size bigger than S. Like wtf. I was nice and bought the shirt, but they forgot the order. I got fed-up and decided to leave it.

Dialogue observation was quite fun.
1. Scientific conclusions should not be considered as science because they are ever changing, ie one concept might change over time. And thus is cannot be absolute knowledge. I.e Sun revolves round earth.
2. Science CAN be considered knowledge because at the period of time, what science could show was taken to be the absolute truth by people of that time. It was knowledge to them

Whatever. I crapped the thing, but it was fun, trying to find loopholes in Ryan's logic. It's quite enjoyable to wrap your head around someone else's concept, probing and finally understanding the gist of it.

I conclulde that Sec 1s this year dislike me, as the ...crushed foot I have shows. They also lack respect. "James you suck"- Joshua Pang everytime he sees me. And Goddamnit. They are annoying.I prefer the Sec 2s.

Gnarls.

2007-05-03T22:12:00.000+08:00

Ahhaa, Gnarls Barkley's new video is amusing. It's so..deviant. Video's a little..un PG-13, but if you've seen Good Charlotte's "Get Your Hands Off My Girl" this shouldn't be much different...

Video below. Ahhaa.

BUG-STIALITY!

Same singer as the guy who made Crazy. I like this video. Kinda funky/psychadelic.

My next week is totally burnt. So's my weekend. I have 2 CCT's, 1 quiz, 2 assignments. And I haven't started! At least I don't have mid-years like other schools.

I can't tell if it's good or bad. I'm pretty sure we all know the drawbacks of our RP. We know it all too well. No stress = OMGBATSHITINSANE work for RJC. And it's not say we are doing super advanced stuff here in RI.

We can't even use microlitre .uh..gauges right.

...

2007-05-02T20:30:00.000+08:00

I see how screwed my RE is.

My mentor won't reply my emails. Maybe she blocked me. Maybe my emails are too full of crap, and got sent to junk email folder. Maybe I should stop mentioning luncheon meat in my emails. (If you got this reference, kudos to you)

And my powerpoints are screwed. Nevermind. I'll get to work on them...like soon.

I almost had only one period today. No...I didn't ~~bloody~~ mean that. CLE and SS almost got cancelled because Jaq Sim was almost sick. Geog teacher was absent, and the remainder of the time we had RE.

So near yet so far.

and so the story ends, with me despondent, and you still resplendent.

Me greedy.

2007-05-01T18:49:00.000+08:00

As I look back at my wishlist, I see how much I've gone through.

Whatever. IT'S TIME TO UPDATE IT.

What could I use? A new bag? A new wallet? MORE CASH? OH I KNOW! MORE....PIMPLE CREAM!

Ahem. Whats sad is that the wishlist is totally funded by me. -.- Well, cept for some stuff.

I have no idea what I could use. No, I would not use a...a...(NOT SAFE FOR WORK).

I guess I could use a new phone. (Stupid LG. Won't even tell me when my inbox is full)

I'll update it. But i have no idea what to update it with.

-.-

2007-04-30T20:34:00.000+08:00

Yay. Shorts. Shorts are good. Shorts make you feel happy. Shorts are God. shorts are one of the best things alive on this earth. Figuratively. Shorts are the culmination of human technology. Shorts are the mightiest clothing alive.

Funny thing is for girls, the shorter the shorts are, the more powerful they are to us.

Forget I said that.

I have to learn to Alt-Tab fast. My mum keeps reading my stuff behind my back. Grrr. Either that or use smaller font. But, my dog's lack of vision means that it won't be happening. THe art of Alt-Tabbing is hard to hone.

Badminton AGAIN. God, I live a boring life.

Was fun while it lasted. Andrew shots are less gay then Timothy shots. Timothy pwnzorz j00r ass.

Goddamit. I am not skinny. I am SLIM. -.- My ribs are not EXPLICITLY visible. My calves are that way cos I run ~~long~~ short distances of 3-5km. My arms..are well. Unexplainable. I'm now lazy to go gym.

I'm am so bloody-assed broke.

This is so surreal.

2007-04-29T22:13:00.000+08:00

Hehheh. I have a day off. Tomorrow. Don't cha just love the headmaster? Ooh. I wanna slap him.

It's a rather nice day, so after (Graah) Church, I went to go LAN.

-.- We had 2 pang-sehers. And lots of people no mood to go. So, just me Chien and Victah went. >.< Woo. I got pwned. All 3 games deaths at least 3 times my kills. Ahwell. Vengeful is sexy.

And Chien owes me one ice-cream. I WAN BEN AND JERRYS.

And tomorrow going out to play badminton(gay sport for the old men). -.-

Short post. I'm busy. Be grateful, you ingrates.

The Philosophy Of...Running

2007-04-28T13:39:00.000+08:00

It's been nice knowing my Pegasus. It was a nice run.

I went down to Running Lab at Funan today. Don't ask why a sports shop is at FUNAN, no matter how oxymoronic it is. I don't see how many g33ks would evar go in there, but hey, whatever works.

It's nice going to a shop where the saleperson doesnt look upon you with all the disdain of a...uh..nevermind. Most shops however have the exact opposite kind of sales assistant. The ones barely out of their teens and know not a single thing about what you are about to buy, more often then not, wasting your money.

The difference here is that the person will actually look at your feet, and actually know what shoes fit you. He will recommend a variety of shoes, seeing what fits and what doesnt. He knows exactly how collapsed your arch is, and the amount of support each shoe provides.

As I saved this as a draft, looking upon it now, I realise how propagandish it is. I guess I was high from buying shoes.

And you thought only women bought shoes.

Either I'm a woman(ooh I have boobies). BUT judging by the immaturity of that thought, I guess I ain't.

Noobish Asics! <3!

Dinner was amazing. I didn't know Instant mee could provide gratification like that. Ooh, the pleasure of slurping it down.

I feel guilty today. I woke up late and missed both my CIP, AND my Macritchie Run. >.< I figured I could go on Monday morning. But, where to run! I don't think the lockers at Macritchie are even working. Maybe I'll go run in the morning and scare all those communters, "ZOMG DOESN'THEHAVESCHOOL?". And stop by at the market.

Besides, running in shorts won't get me ...solicited by those China girls. Cause, well, I'm running!

The idea of having breakfast at Old Airport Road makes me salivate with glee.

*mood swing appears here*

Godbedamned. I hate Sundays.

2007-04-26T22:08:00.000+08:00

Well someone's feeling evil today.

rujie.wordpress.com

LOL. Ehhehe.

In the spirit of good fun, I'll let it slide.

I wish I could do "Midnight Joke" post, but somehow, I'm pretty sure he knows where this is. So, ohwell, restrictions, restrictions.

I don't know. The attitude of some people I know seems to get worse day by day. I may or may not be referring to above, but, yeah, on a whole. Too any fed egos here in RI, someone needs to prick their overinflated balloons of self-esteem and realise that somehow, someone else is better than you, or may have differing viewpoints.

So try not to be an asshole 'kay? No one likes an asshole, ..figuratively speaking.

I LOVE <3>

Day off on Monday, anyone else bored?

Trying to get through my day

2007-04-24T22:01:00.000+08:00

Hur. Headache. >.<

Well, not actually. It's just that feeling of discomfort in my head. No, it's not a tumour. -.- A bit of sleep and a cup of coffee helped, but ..man. I need to sleep again.

I'd wish I could give an excuse as to my recent lousy posts.
But, I can't.

I wish I could say lack of good material.
But I can't. Because, there is good material, I just don't know how to use it.

Un-inspiration is something that I dread. Some days are better than others. Take yesterday for example. It was a good day. In an attempt to lengthen this post to make myself feel less unhappy(SEE? THATS THE BEST WORD I COULD THINK OF), I could write about how vertical runs make me happy, but as I type this, I realise that doing that would only result in my post becoming even more boring than it already is now.

Posts about school are sometimes the lowest that I would go, but it depends. In my case, if I wrote about school, the posts would mostly be about how the Indonesian scholars get bullied, and how some people in class are a total bitch.

See? I'm nice.

As of now, I still have a draft of a posts that I was quite happy to do. But I'm considering deleting it. It's not up to standard. I'm not a perfectionist, I make do with what I can, and thats already much too sub-par for me.

This is reminiscent of the post I read when I first actually read Xiaxue. The "OMG I'M LOSING THE ABILITY TO BLOG!" one, which was totally lame when I read it.It seemed like a publicity stunt. I mean, it's popular, egoistical, pretty(matter of opinion) Xiaxue, and yet somehow, she somehow has lost her livelihood.

Perhaps it's the fact that I don't get much..umm..appreciation(SHIT. SEE?)..or recognition for this blog. Which is partly the reason why I don't put a site counter. I think I mentioned this before. If I spend 20mins writing something, and someone actually reads it and actually comments on it, it feels a whole lot more satisfying than writing it for the...writer himself to read everytime he checks on his blog.

Maybe it's cause I lack a theme to this blog.

I'm not good enough to write about music, because, if I did, you could probably count the number of different adjectives used with your fingers. I don't do political posts, well seldom, because I lack logic. (Sadly. No wonder I suck at Physics, the most logical science of em all).

I admire people whose writing prose has a sense of cynicsm to it. Also, people who can spell. You know, the style where there is dry humor, and toilet humor is kept to a minimun. I look at those and look at my posts with pity.

I should stop self-depreciating. It's not good for my attitude. On the flipside..my ego won't grow. Which..is bad. Considering my lack of self-confidence. Gah. Stop.

What makes it worse, is that I realise I have a post VERY similar to this one. Which makes me wanna go into a corner and weep.

Blooper reeel

2007-04-23T19:35:00.000+08:00

AHAHAHAHA WELL WORTH IT. Don't think you need to know who the Avengers are to get this one.

Theres another one with Bill Gates and Stevie..
Steve: It's an iHOUSE!
Gates: But theres no Windows!
Steve: EXACTLY! AHAHAA

Avengers was much much funnier.

X-Country

2007-04-18T22:47:00.000+08:00

I'm once again pushing back the other post.

Hurray for procrastination.

Had to go down to support cross country today. Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, RI got first! But that's not why I didn't mind it. I didn't mind cos my hormones kept me happy. Seeing pretty girls in PE shorts is rather gratifying.

And Singapore Sport's School shorts really live up to it's name. Short.

I remember Turf City as somewhere I went to eat dinner once. Seafood, even though that place is no where near the sea. The restaurants there are those cheena old fashioned kinds, with the pink tablecloth. And lobsters in tanks.

What struck me most was the attitude of some of the people who were there.

They looked like they couldn't care less about Raffles, and sat there doing this.

Playing laptops while sitting on the floor. Goh Shu Wen! Where is your spirit! Where is your dignity? I think there were 3, and they all looked damn spastic playing their laptops in front of the "track". They stopped later I think, but the bigger issue is why they did that in the first place.

I mean, I can understand playing DotA in the com labs, but doing work in a public area when you are under the scrutiny of all other schools, while you're supposed to be supporting is just plain wrong.

There was another dude who got my attention.

This guy looked sec 1. His socks were halfway up his shin and he looked...skinny. I mean, okay..fine. But the best part was that he was sitting on his bag, twirling an umbrella that was a really gay shade of turqoise. Wtf. There wasn't even much of a Sun. He was doing that while reading a library book.

He looked so awful that the Cat High boys next to us started taking photos of him, which incited the anger of our form teacher,

"Why are you taking photos of my students?"

"Oh..er..testing camera!"

Which also explains why I mysteriously lost the photo I took of him.

Man, that kid must have brought the image of RI to a new low. That's kinda the worst stereotype RI kid I've seen so far.

We are so not muggers..most of us aren't anyway.
We have a life..some of us do anyway.
We don't all wear specs..we wear coolio eyewear.
We are satorically challenged..we are just forced to look like that.

And we certainly do not wear high socks...or at least no longer.

Subway!

ZOMGWTF.

2007-04-17T20:50:00.000+08:00

I realised why I fear him so much.

The barber I mean.He terrifies me. With his razor...and his sharp pointy scissors.

But most of all, his ability to tear my ego to bits.

He straps me in, and pins me down. As he stifles my muffled screams, he begins his muderous work. With every expert flick of his fingers, shreds of my ego fall down to the ground.

I should stop this...whatever style I'm writing in. Anyway. Haircuts suck. The funniest part is that he actually thinned out everything but my long fringe.

I'll have a POST that actually makes sense tomorrow or something. Some issue that pops out when reading megaTokyo and playing Sims 2.

WooHoo

2007-04-16T22:07:00.000+08:00

Sims 2 is damn addictive.

I just played for 3 hours straight, and did so much. Of course, aging is off, so it doesn't matter.

My character is some Sixx Raqiuel, and he's aspiration is socializer. Which means, he likes to party around(I know I know). So somehow, without doing anything, he manages to get Dina Caliente to like him, from crush to attraction to love.

And just, Sixx got woohooed.

Which is a cutscene by the way, and I didn't watch it, Alt-Tabbed out. See I'm so innocent. Haha.

And being the rampant womanizer, within the next sim-night, he manages to make ANOTHER sim fall in love with him.

How does he do it?

I wonder what would happen if EVERYONE in the town fell in love with Sixx Raqiuel. Hmm. That's something I should aim for. Although gay stalkers would be annoying.

On a seperate note, I have to cut my hair. By Wednesday. So that means no more long hair, and probably back to the chicken till I can find something else to do with this head of mine. Sigh. I like having untamed hair. It's more comfortable.

Another seperate note. MegaTokyo, I've finished reading you. Now I shall subscribe.

I realised that I seem to lack the ability to write something that gets people talking. I can't do anything controversial. Which is rather sad, considering that's something I started the Blog for. I don't know. Mine seems to be a random mish mash of angst, gaming, music and some other random shit which I do.

I never blog about friends, mostly cos' I don't see the point. Sure once in a while is fine, but this blog apparently belonged to me the last time I checked. Don't blame my lack of friends lah, it's not that. It's that I don't like to blog about people. It ain't nice.

Besides, even if I do, the name is either changed to "fucker" or "idiot". So, I don't think you want me to blog about you huh.

I tried previously to do something with this, with the posts on Gandhi( which happened while I was drunk) and some other shit. I think it was parents and also ah yes the autobiography. (Proud of that. Never wrote such a long post, albeit it's fulla crap) At least I try. Maybe it's the lack of readers. I shall go see my hit counter(blogger). Argh can't find it. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's less than 5 a day. Not counting mine.

I feel pathethic. Somehow, I know we shouldn't rate ourselves on the number of hits,(that's why I refrain from counters) but somehow, it just makes you feel inadequate. Hmph.

And yes, TItus was right, Sec 3 is damn emo. Lots of things don't turn out right.

For the love

2007-04-15T19:26:00.000+08:00

I fell in love.

With this perfect wonder.

This...so visceral...love

So materialistic.

This love for this song.

It's on my blog -> over there. It should autoplay. I mean, yeah, it's dance, and I don't normally listen to dance, but I fell in love with this.

The infectious simple beat, the rising rhythm. Oh so sexy.

I was thinking of going to a shoujo manga kind of writing. But, we'll see. MegaTokyo and QC have a big influence on me.

Remind me us of

2007-04-13T23:34:00.000+08:00

It's not fun feeling depressed, lonely, pained, angsty, pissed of at same time. Some shit happens sometimes that just, well, makes you feel like one giant funkball. I just feel like calling everyone retards and idiots, but I'm nicer than that.

And somehow, when I'm feeling this, some idiots have to go and further fucking piss me off. Now that I can call assaholic and retarded.

Weekends make me cranky.

Pain.

2007-04-11T21:01:00.000+08:00

I realise why I've been having a sore bum the whole day.

It's rather obscene, so anyone below the age of 13 should stop reading this. Or anyone easily disgusted for that matter. I don't want you all coming to screw me. But I have a sore ass, and it would hurt if you do so...

Ahem.

I..apparently, have a pimple on my bloody butt cheek. Don't ask how, don't ask why, don't freak out.

Obviously, I'm not going to post pictures. Cos that would be just plain lethal. Besides, I don't want my bum to be on the world wide web for all to see.

Argh. Weird shit happens, but so far this is the weirdest.

Under the iron sea

2007-04-10T20:40:00.000+08:00

Contrary to popular belief, i.e 2 people, saying that the previous post was angsty, it wasn't.

Well, now it DOES look angsty, but I didn't write it with a heart of pain and anger. I wrote cause I felt like it, and also cause I think I read someone's post describing herself, but in a different manner. So I thought hey, why not do it this way?

Anway. Won't take up too much time here.

As my english is very shitty, I'll need to improve it, so I might start writing a little fiction here and there, but it should be an arc. I can't get any meaningful ideas to come forth, so, I'm appealing to anyone nice enough to just give an idea. No fanfics please. I don't like to stick to something rigid. I prefer something i could work with in a modern context.

Possibly including a little romance. Cause I'm a bloody loser. Hur hur. Oh man, I have to stop self-depreciating, it's not good for my already deflated ego.

If you haven't read the previous one, read it, I need critiques.

You probably won't read this.

2007-04-08T16:02:00.000+08:00

He had no idea how to begin, but begin he shall, even though he does not know what compels him to do so.

He leads a seemingly normal life, one with apparent friends, with youtube and all that. But, what he is, is a mystery to all who surround him.

A worshipper of music, he listens intently to the sounds of his iPod, breaking the tune down, recognising every drumbeat, every riff. Some call him a cultist, because he deviates widely from the mainstream, worshipping the pagan gods that exist only in Indie-Rock.

"A heretic, burn him!", they cry.

He slides away into the darkness, as his headphones drown out what the others say.

The life he leads is a relatively deprived one. He has never seen amazing sights such as that of snow, and he seems ignorant of many things that seem commonplace to others. But, they forget, what seems to be may not be.

Whilst whiling away his time listening to the sermons of his pagan gods, he would suddenly erupt into a frenzied bout of finger tapping, furiously beating away the notes that appeared to fly towards him, a la Beatmania. This often elicited stares from all around, but once again, he purposefully ignored them. Those idiots.

Working with him was often a difficult thing to do. When crossed with a situation, his would purse his lips and his brooding eyes would contemplate the situation. Occasionally the passer-by would hear the whirr of the well-oiled machinery that was his brain, but more often than not, they would hear a loud clunk, and a shrill voice going "paper jam!".

He would always come up with something. Although the listener might have a broken heart after waiting so long and hearing his reply. His eyes would seem to think very hardly indeed, but as always, one could never tell. Sometimes, a vaguely intelligent and logical answer would bless the listener, but sometimes, his reply would hit the listener like a sledgehammer, dashing all hope that there was any sane life within 300 metres of him.

He would seem cheerful, having a sunny disposition, but even he couldn't tell what to feel most of the time. He would feel depressed, and then suddenly brighten up again, before falling away into depression and pouring his rage unto the poor soul who would irke him next.

One of these poor souls was a good man named Sunday. He used to be a friend of him, when they would happily spend their time together, doing any remaining homework that had yet to be done.

But things changed after Sunday decided to return to the church. Now Sunday was one of his least favourite days. That was the thing with him. Something good would just turn sour after a while. He would tell himself it has nothing to do with him, but sometimes, denial just doesn't help.

He couldn't tell if life hated him, or if he hated life. There was just something he couldn't put his finger on about it.

When left alone, he feels inadequate. Teenage insecurity? He doesn't know. All he knows that his life is lacking something.

But, he lacks the gusto and spirit to find out what it is. He has a faint glimpse of it, something his first pretty friend had shown him. But he doesn't want to explore it, at least not at this current point in time. He has more pressing issues, but again, he tries to avoid them, most of the time to no avail.

He is honest, to a certain extent. Sometimes he just lies, because he thinks he's rather good at it. "A future politician..." some hushed whispers shout out. He again, ignores them. He will not let his fate be decided by circumstances, although he is not a fatalist, merely a fatalist.

On the outside, he spites those who follow the trend, those who follow their eyes but not their touch. Inside, he is actually moulded by these trends. A hypocrite he is sometimes. And yet he dares to call others by that same name.

If theres one who could tolerate him, it would be his dog. That old pussy of a dog. His dog didn't mind him, and vice versa. There was no deep understanding between the two, although they had been together so long, due to the fact that he was a dog, and he, a being.

His family was a mixed bunch. On one hand, the patriarch was a little racist who only bought coffee from shops run by Chinese. That patriarch was often missing from his life, but he didn't mind. He was used to it. The other hand held a paranoid matriarch. From the arrangement of shoes to not exiting the first floor lift, his mother had a quirk to her that he just didn't understand. Thus the labels "unreasonable" and "not of sound mind" were placed on her.

The long wall of text might prove otherwise, but he was one who actually had a quiet demeanour. He was friendly with people, but that was because he knew he had to be so. Sometimes he just had nothing to say to someone. He would be tongue tied, and he would seem comfortable in the uncomfortable silence.

He often wondered what the future held in store, but he would just go "I'll have a big f**king problem getting a job I like." Already, a quiz had given him "Air Con Repairman" as the most likely choice as a job.

Sometimes, he would just go green with envy. It wasn't over materialistic things, but more about things that he couldn't have. Oxymoronic as it may sound, it was the best way of describing him without actually describing him.

He was Sixx.

Which reminds me

2007-04-06T22:47:00.000+08:00

Here's an interesting fact.

258 out of 259 hot girls in the Bedok area are ah lians.

And 200 of those 258 are anorexic.

Which is interesting, to me at least, because they seem nice to look at. Well. The 58 at least. Anorexic people freak me out. How do they actually stay upright. What is even more interesting is how they manage to ALL look the same. Same short haircut, same hot pants, same striped blouse. And also how come all their boyfriends are ah bengs. Man, I just asked a damn stupid question.

Speaking of hot pants, you are probably too skinny if your hot pants look like they could fit in another pair of legs.

2007-04-04T21:25:00.000+08:00

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404."

Woo. Shakespeare. Who knew.

But that can't top this, no matter what.
CLICK
Click it. It's not safe for work, but don't worry, no pictures.

And this, is the most linguistic person ever.
I
do
not
know
where
family
doctors
acquired
illegibly
perplexing
handwriting;
nevertheless,
extraordinary
pharmaceutical
intellectuality,
counterbalancing
indecipherability,
transcendentalizes
intercommunications'
incomprehensibleness.
woah
*blinks*

Hoho, I should stop visiting Bash.org

Break free of the bonds of hetero...

2007-04-02T22:49:00.001+08:00

I guess good things never happen to me.

I ain't bitching about my life, but just one occasion, which I feel rather sore to have missed it.

Apparently, my mum, who was at Orchard, saw some sights which I would be rather interested to see.

Imagine 2 young nubile girls. Young energetic, their life still ahead of them. Imagine they've gone through maybe at most 3 to 9 years of their life together. They are good friends. They've gone through thick and thin. They've seen the world at it's worst and at it's best together. They understand each other almost perfectly, and one can always predict the other's course of action.

Then one day, one of the girls wakes up feeling depressed. She feels lacking somehow, and that their relationship between them is not just platonic, nor just friendship. She wants more from this relationship.

She expresses herself to her friend, who has been having the same thoughts. Their friendship has progressed so much that they wish to take it one step further.

They decide together, to disregard the taboos of society, to break free of the bonds of heterosexuality. Together they overcome everything. It doesn't matter how cold this world is, as long as they have each other.

Careless whispers of "I love you" slowly seem to take its hold. It's no matter to the 2 of them that their relationship in someone else's eyes would be considered morally wrong. As they find themselves more drawn into their significant other, they find that they cannot control their passion. Peck turns to kiss, and kiss turns into smooching.

The eyes of the public are nothing but eyes of those who are jealous of their love.

And yes, my mother did see that happen there. 2 girls smooching in public. From the bus stop till on the bus. I can imagine the old uncles watching and having their heads and other parts of the male anatomy explode.

And yes, apparently, they have a uke and seme, for lack of better term. One was the boyish one, the semi-male. The one with short hair and pants. The other the femmy-female, with skirts and blouses.

What's funny is that I am the one to accidentally see 2 guys smooching in a car behind my taxi, and my mother has to be the one seeing 2 girls smooching, engaged in passion on a bus. Gawd, I live an uninteresting life.

ZOMGWTFBBQROFLMAO

2007-04-01T21:43:00.000+08:00

Argh. Life just keeps getting worse.

First thing in the morning, really depressing shit happened. I just decided that religion isn't for me, and a big quarrel ensued, which ended with me skipping church..till 4.30pm. I have no idea whether I'm going back to the Church next week. If I do, it'll only be till I'm confirmed, and then you probably won't see me at church.

Raah. I'm kinda lost right now. I can't tell if I'm atheist or a catholic.

Excerpt from quarrel ( rather one sided, I was sitting there just sobbing, for whatever reason I have no idea.)

"If you don't have a religion, you'll become someone with no future.A thief, a robber, a drug addict. No religion become like those people then how? If got religion you'll become somebody great like a prime minister."

Hello Shanzhi, your future just got foretold by my mum. I should stop mixing with you seeing that you'll become a drug addict.

Which is rather preposterous because I can actually see Shanzhi becoming rather successful. (It's a compliment, not a hidden insult) Althouh his sexual tendencies might lead him to become "kingpin of the gigolo ring" (direct insult).

Jokes aside, I don't see much difference in religion and none.

And I come back, and I realise Dattebayo is being ligigated.

I don't believe in piracy, but I'm pretty sure the people don't pay for episodes to air in Japan. Besides, it's not like anywhere else actually airs Naruto. So why deprive the world of anime?

No Bleach fix for me today.

Hur Hur Hur

2007-03-31T18:35:00.000+08:00

Boredom before going out = Blogthings spam.

Your True Love Is a Cancer

Why you'll love a Cancer:

Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.

Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!

Why a Cancer will love you:

You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.

A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.

What Sign Is Your True Love?

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are balanced, peaceful, and sincere.

You're the type of person who goes along to get along.

And you're definitely afraid of rocking the boat.

Underneath it all, you fear your world falling apart.

You'll put up with a situation that you don't like in fear of changing it.

Disruptive and forceful people intimidate you - and sometimes exploit you.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

Your Depression Level: 36%

You may be depressed.

While you can be moody, your moods generally fall within the range of normal.

It's up to you to decide if you're depressed... or if you're simply having a bad week.

Are You Depressed?

Pop goes the weasel

2007-03-30T20:06:00.000+08:00

I think I've named a post this before.

But nevermind.

I went down to track for reason. So now I ain't got a reason to pon support. But nevermind, I shall show my Rafflesian spirit and go down to support HCI vs RI. Anyone free also can go. YIO CHU KANG. Very near for some of you, so go down and support. BLEED green black white. Just make sure you're not having some anaemia or something.

Meh. I found out why my legs are hairless.

No, it's not excess oestrogen.

No, it's not lack of testosterone.

It's....my dog annoying licking of my legs. When I'm at my PC. He doesn't cease to stop licking. Well...it's free waxing. Hairy legs are wierd, so I don't really bother. Although sometimes, my skin gets damned sore. Then I have to stop him.

Or whatever.

Now I'm hungry. But not hungry. You now that in between when you feel like eating something, but feel very sian and don't feel like eating something.

And if you couldn't tell, I had nothing to write about today because, even though its a friday, I am uber bored and cannot think of anything to do. Hurhur. I shall watch naruto and Bleach or something.

Why not you? ;

The little red banana.

2007-03-29T21:41:00.000+08:00

I shall blog for no reason.

As usual.

I've realised one thing. The class is so much better without Tuck Wai. He constantly annoys the class with his ramblings about sex. Although I am very sure that he has no knowledge whatsoever about it. It's annoying. Really annoying. And he is so thick-skinned as to nnot notice he is irritating others around him.

Sure, it was funny when he randomly said pussy once, but I'm not sure now.

Anyway, rant over.

I'm super bored. At least I didn't fall asleep in school today. Although it was very boring. I'm downloading Sims 2 right now. Waahaha.

I've been with this blogskin for quite some time, and I have yet to change it. I'm probably not gonna do so for some time, cause, brown rocks.

I need more shorts. >.<

2007-03-27T22:56:00.000+08:00

OH THANK THE PAGAN GODS OF BLOGSPOT.

Instead of insulting Blogspot till day light. I shall rejoice, for my blog is now back...with a vengeance. (Corny. But, I've not seen much corniness and I need to fufil my daily corn requirement)

Saturday I had dinner with my exteneded family. Usually, I would not blog about this. But seeing that something seemingly, "cool" happened, I shall.

You see, my cousins are all 20+, 30. And they're either all married, or attached.

And what was "cool" was that they were sending files through the power of technology(Bluetooth) to each other, and having a whale of a time.

What they were sending were blue clips(interesting clips regarding enjoyable activities). Or more easily, porn. Or so I guessed. Because they were saying filenames like, "Japanese girl", "Malaysian student". And when they were watching, the youngest one, the most unliberal of them all was laughing like a little kid, and got teased about it for not being mature.And they said...

"Better not send wrong, later send to James, den kena"

Right.

It gets better. They were watching it at the dinner table next to where the aunts and uncles(their parents) were sitting. And it had sound.

At least we know Singapore aint so tight after all huh. I mean. This, within the family itself.

One more time ;

2007-03-19T20:42:00.000+08:00

Good try B'div. There's still more matches to go, so don't give up.

RI squash B'div lost to SJI 3-2.

I went down to support today, but it's hard to cheer your heart out and watch the court while in the next court, SCGS girls in short tennis skirts are jumping around.

Tomorrow is C Div match. It's at Kallang at 2pm. If y'all are free, just come down to support.

But chances are rather slim. Sadly, RI squash is not in a very good state, as compared to other schools, which is why we never win the nationals.

I didn't get to hear RG squash scores. They were playing too. I think Nanyang beat SCGS. Hmm. And YCK tennis & squash center courts suck.

Zar zarza

2007-03-18T21:24:00.000+08:00

Holidays are ended.

The end is cometh.

Rejoice those who hath waited for this

Wail those who hath been dreading this night cometh.

And itch those who hath bitten by mosquitoes by.

Itch itch itch is what I shalt force thyself to do.

Nothing says I Love You like anaphylactic shock

2007-03-16T21:37:00.000+08:00

I need new rackets. Squash and badminton. Both.

I don't even know what's Gosen.

Anyway. I've started watching Bleach. It's kinda spazzy. though not as much as the early Naruto episodes. And South Park season 11 is here!

I don't feel myself today. I mean, like myself. I feel somewhat sullen. Stoned.

"Wishing I could be,
A part of me,
Hello hello, I'd like to know,
Why God is laughing does he know"

Best lyric all day. Made the most sense. Unlike Smack that, which makes no sense. And Jailhouse Rock. Hmm. Suddenly remembered Smackit playing that song. They were good.

Romeo And Juliet in indie rock form! The Decemberists, O Valencia! Hahah.
"To await for the stars, by your window
......
But soon we were betrayed,
your sister gave us away,
and your father came all unhinged"

And then Valencia gets killed. Hehheh.

I don't like the word sian, but thats the only word I know that describes my state of mind right now. I'm not bored, I have something to do, but I have no heart in it. Gah.

DIE YOU DIE!

2007-03-15T18:21:00.000+08:00

HA. FINALLY GOT YOU.

You conniving bastard bloodsucker you. You sneaky little sonnabitch. Heh, finally. I've gotten you for all the discomfort you caused me.Die you. *smack* AHAHAHA. I've rid the world of another bloody mosquito.

I deserve an award.

I'm blogging instead of doing bio. Fiddlesticks.

I have like 8 mosquito bites on my legs alone.

To add on to that, my neighbour is singing karaoke again. He can't sing. Well neither can I and I don't show off my inadequacy. OMG. He shouldn't sing high notes. Makes me want to laugh.

I collected the restrung racket today. String sucks, but tension is fine. Now he says I didnt need to restring. Wtf.

...

2007-03-13T21:34:00.000+08:00

My jaw just hit the ground.

I tried playing Cowboys From Hell on supereasy. I got owned super badly. Despite it being super easy. The notes are all short and come within 1/2 a sec of each other. And the worst thing is that if you don't keep a 4x at the start, the long riffs at the end are rather worthless.

I might change my URL soon. Just maybe. Don't be sad. 6mile- is kinda...lame.

If theres any suggestions just tag it somewhere and pray to God I read it.

I'm tired and hungry at the same time. I'm stuck in a vicious cycle. Wherever will I find energy to eat, to replenish my ebbing strength. So I can't eat. If I don't eat, I'll just lose more energy. Oh no.

Rahh. Who's free on Thurs. I wanna workout. Or something.

Okay.

2007-03-11T20:56:00.000+08:00

This is rather amusing.

I saw this cheepo driver a few days back. He, I assume, is some kinda scrooge. You see, he has a nice car, a Mitsuibitshi Lancer. Not Evo, but still, it's a nice car.

What's funny about it is the "ingenuity" of this particular driver. Either he doesn't wanna spend money, or he doesn't have that sort of money, I don't know.

And I don't know whether he finds his "performance" modifications aesthically appealing.

I think I'll just show you a picture.

I know crappy camera. It's like 200x200. You can't see details now. But at least you see the general idea.

This is it enlarged. Those are actually DOORSTOPPERS. He actually pasted DOOR STOPPERS all over his car. Maybe he thinks it makes it more aerodynamic. And he shall cut through the air!With the doorstoppers helping to regulate the air flowing over it! F1 race drivers will be stunned at how simple their 40 million dollar technology has been reduced to, while still working perfectly fine! It's like. So. AMAZING.

It doesn't end there, our rocket scientist has something else under his skin.

Those sharkfins are original carbon fiber types. Thank god.

You see his uber cool spoiler? Not only does it reduce lift, it actually is flexible too. ANd that's because it's made not of carbon, but of....POSTER BOARD. Yes! Your RE poster boards. Those plastic boards which make a wobbly sound when you shake them. It's so cost-effective. Everytime the super glue on this one wears out and you lose a spoiler, just cut one out from a 2 dollar poster board! What a great idea. You wont have to waste 500 on a real spoiler.

He also had his own bodykit, but I didnt take photos. It was also made of poster board and masking tape. Painted silver.

And the holes in the bottom for better air flow were blocked up by our rocket scientist trying to make his car more aerodynamic.

I don't know whether to laugh at his ingenuity or cry at his apparent stupidity.

I am so hyper right now.

2007-03-10T18:08:00.000+08:00

WAHAHAHAH. Yaaaayyyyy!

Bang Bang Mystery Man(Easy) has a new high score! By Sixx!

Its 76097 points! With 98% accuracy and a 90 note long streak. I got 5 stars, so some voice, presumably female, said in a sultry voice,"Purr-fect".

I mantained a 4x multiplier all the while, I'm so proud of myself. Bwahaaha. I kinda cried when I lost the 4x. >.<

Oh another random musical deviation. Listen to Julius Airwave. It's some indie band. I don't think you can find their album, but their music can be found for free. 2 songs anyway. Nannerl and Appley are free for distribution. So ask me if you want them. They use a bit of piano in their songs, giving it a lil' twist. It's kinda nice, although it ain't fast.

Ask me if you wanna listen.

Bloody Hell. It's Rayning.

2007-03-09T21:43:00.000+08:00

Pardon the title.

I just played BloodRayne 2 demo.

And I realised that that game is so made for the teenage hormonally charged mind.

Bloodsucking is so sexy. Rather than boring old just bite the neck, Rayne jumps on to her target, locks her long slender legs around her victim, and starts to neck him.Her thighs are so delicious. She moves up and down, enjoying the pleasure of feeding on her helpless victims.

It's kinda nice. But the graphics kinda..well. Shitty. Not real enough. Although vampire's aren't real....

One of my best Dota Matches was just played. I think it was 12-2 or more. I was teh juggernaut bitch! Items, treads, battlefury, butterfly, basher, mkb and a gem. Wooo. 600+ crits. One omni kills a Clinkz level 21.

Bloodrayne and Frets on Fire are like the best games on my list now.

Wahahah. Frets on FIRE

2007-03-08T23:01:00.000+08:00

59179! Woots. It's not that high, but it's still and achivement. I reach 4x, which is the maximum, without losing a beat in the first few riffs. And 94% accuracy >.< Could be better....87 longest streak. Gah. So noobish.

I'm trying to figure out how to get new songs in. Once I do, I'll be playing Fall out Boy and Blink 182, and also some classics like Nirvana and Ac/DC. I'll leave Free-fucking-bird for later. When I'm really good.

My playing finger is sore and hurt...but it hurts so..good. and F1-F4 are dirty. And I'm addicted. God.I want an Xbox 360 JUST for this game. No more air guitar for me! None of that crappy alto in my storeroom either. It's frets on Fire! Or...Guitar Hero. But that's for later. Woo. Rock on!

Wham wham wham wham, whumwhum whamwham, wham wham wham wham, whumwhum whamwham...

Thum thum thum. Thudthudthud thum thum. Thum thum. Thudthumthumthum, thumthumthum thum thum...

I don't wanna keep envisioning the notes/frets coming towards me whenever I listen to any rock song. But I can't help it. My fingers move accordingly too...it's air-virtual guitar. More serious form of air guitar.

Sadly, only the real guitar hero has the function to do hammer offs. A measly keyboard cant do it.

2007-03-07T22:26:00.000+08:00

http://louhi.kempele.fi/~skyostil/uv/fretsonfire/

GO there and download Fret's on Fire.

It's Guitar Hero for PC. And it's uber fun.

For the unintiated, Guitar Hero is a game where you play guitar frets. It's a PS2 game. but now we have Frets on Fire for free!!

Spoils your keyboard though. And hate tutorial.

Enjoy it! PLay it. Must try.

Did I mention it's free? Train hand eye.

It's Audition without the crappy chinese pop songs.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

2007-03-07T20:34:00.000+08:00

This title just oozes inneundo.

Pek! You lucky gay!

Clinkie this linkie

Stuff like that never happens to me. And I thought you were...more in touch with your feminine side.

And at least someone... nevermind.

Dora Dora Dora.

2007-03-05T21:32:00.000+08:00

Great. I'm not gonna get my phone for another two weeks.

I wanna sprint! Damn damn damn.

I have no idea what to write.

Seriously. But I just write in order to fulfil my promise of daily updates.

I shall not cut my hair till i'm just about to get booked,

Mr Muscle, gay overtones.

2007-03-04T21:42:00.000+08:00

Have you seen the Mr Muscle ads on TV?

They're the ones about dirt and grime and the new product that has been specially formulated to destroy them.

I can't find a video, so you'll have to watch to find out.

We have this muscled man in a tight fitting latex suit. And he helps woma\en in need. with their housework.

The funniest part was when another lady went, "I need you Mr. Muscle!"

All it needed was one change and Censor board would break out the ban hammer.

I was eating and had to repress my manical laughter.

At least now I know what happens when you try not to laugh the the dinner table. You get weird stares all around, which make you laugh more until you burst out laughing, breaking the vicious cycle that has consumed you utterly.

Oh. The food in your mouth bursts out too.

For those who have been asking.

I am NOT this man.

"Sixx was born Franklin Carlton Feranna Jr. on December 11, 1958 in San Jose, California. He was raised by his single mother, Deana Haight, and her abusive boyfriend, after his father abandoned the family. When he was six, he and his mother moved to Mexico for a short time, after which they moved to Twin Falls, Idaho, with his grandparents. The family moved several more times, to El Paso, Texas, then to Anthony, New Mexico, back to El Paso, and then returned to Twin Falls.

While living in Idaho, Sixx became a teenage vandal, breaking into neighbors' homes, shoplifting and being expelled from school for selling drugs.[1] His grandparents sent him to live with his mother, who had moved to Seattle. He lived there for a short time, and learned how to play the bass guitar after buying his first instrument with money made from selling a guitar he stole from a music store.

At the age of 17, he moved to Los Angeles on his own; he got jobs at a liquor store and manufacturing plant and auditioned to play in a band called Sister with Blackie Lawless of W.A.S.P. before joining London, a local glam outfit whose major claim to fame to that point was that its singer, Nigel Benjamin, had sung with a late version of Mott the Hoople. Nikki soon left the band, convinced that his ideas for world domination would never come to fruition with Dane Rage and Lizzie Grey as his partners in crime. Soon after leaving London, Nikki formed Mötley Crüe with Tommy Lee and Mick Mars."

Anyway.

Like the new skin? Waahahaha.

Gotta make it quick

2007-03-02T23:18:00.000+08:00

I gotta go soon.

So let's make this fast baby.

Firstly, FUCK MATHEMATICS.

Secondly.

Gym is fun. I went with Ivan, did a bit of cardio(2km) and weights. Leg, shoulder, abs, overhead, pull ups. All did. About 20 each. Wahaha. I'm doind about 23kg only, sadly.

It's depressing when some Sec4 guy comes, and starts lifting 140kg weights.And you gape and stare. You force your mouth shut. It doesn't shut.

It does however fly back to repress laughter when aforementioned dude grunts in exhaustion. trying to lift it once.

I shall go there every week. At least once. It's good workout.

Rainbow 6 eats my RAM as cookies.

It's is fun though. It crashes on me.

Oh yeah.

Eat it. I dare you

2007-02-28T20:52:00.000+08:00

Nothing much happened. Further advanced my RE. Although being a leader, I didn't do much. Norman just kept talking. I'm a bullshitting leader. Yay. Either that or he's super assertive

Oh. Forgot. Prefects Investiture. I forgot because it was kinda utter crap. And some guy above kept throwing sugar on me. Don't ask how I know it's sugar. It invilves some orifice of the body.

The part with the toy car was rather expected. And come on, 3 uber long speeches? Although Primary school kids have it worse, teenagers have a short attention span too.

The singing was creepy. Please don't sing anymore, RIPB. I don't know who organised this thing, but lock him up with a straitjacket please. I don't feel like wasting another 3 hours of my dreary existence trying to fall asleep yet trying to keep awake because of the teacher of whom I have forgotten his name. And seeing Jun Sean's face on the screen was kinda nauseating. No offence. I have just realised the redundancy of the last statement but will not bother to retract it. I'm not a meanie.

God. Once a day is too short for me. I need my daily dosage of Dora. Hey alliteration! Maybe there is hope for me in english. I want my QC.

I have Rainbow 6: Vegas. We're going to Vegas baby! You me, and the 2 more whores I'm bound to meet there! The city of Sin.

Musical Deviation
And somehow, Death Cab to Cutie is a really good band. Spastic as the name is, the music is kinda good. Modest Mousy. Although better vocals. Not much better, but still better.

But mice own in fingering. Listen to Paper Thin Walls once and you'll see. Also listen to Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset. Good shit. Lyrics are kinda crap though.

I hate to do this.

2007-02-27T22:23:00.000+08:00

Shit. I really don't like this.

There is no privacy at home.

I don't just speak for myself.

On a seperate note.

I'm listening to Indie! Not that I never did. But I just went on a listening spree and listened to about 20 songs. The Decemberists, Flaming Lips, Sonic Youth, Pavement, Go Panic and the Retrogrades. Most of which I heard of through Questionable Content.

I have Liars waiting for me.

Read about it last night. Modest Mice are indie? No wonder. Couldn't find their album.

Indie apparently is a counter-culture of the 80's. Where teens would be themselves and buck the trend, by listening to music that was not popular, dress in Vintage tees and skinny jeans. So much so that it became a sub culture, like emos goths and metalheads. Kinda ironic huh. Trying to be different, and then becoming a clone of someone else also trying to be different.

God QC controls my mind.

I am suddenly consumed by the thought of changing somethings. Like suddenly wanting to buy skinny jeans. And leaving my hair untouched by the vile substances called wax and gel. Damn you Jon. The idea disturbs me. My mind is weak. If a girl came up to me, "Can I have a pony?"
"Yes dear, you can have a pony, a stable too and we'll call the pony Sablefairy! And we could GODDAMNIT STOP CONTROLLING MY MIND"

And Dora, you are sooo cute. x)

Of Questionable Content

2007-02-26T20:44:00.000+08:00

Oh man. I just spent my mugging hours reading this comic.

Questionable COntent

Its better than Penny Arcade because of the lack of total gaming nerd. Also better than Whiteninja because its less spastic. Really. Click on those names and you'll see what I mean.The humour here is what I like. Dry sarcastic humour.

And the best part is the character development here. Every personality is well thought out, and when it's time to fill in those boxes, you can see those personalities shine. Like Marten is a meek young chap, Faye domineering but yet shy and insecure. There's even one with OCD. It's hilarious to see her breakdowns. As quoted, "I don't know whether to think this is hilarious or feel sorry for her."

At least there's a story plot in this one. It's not the best..but.

There's dirty jokes a plenty. Even a few raunchy scenes.It IS an American comic. Albeit written by a guy with a seemingly French name.

And his english is getting better by the minute. CLICK or scroll down

I read all 826 comics. There's a lot of obscure indie music/dressing references,as well as a lot of musical influence. (Flaming lips!) But its still worth a read. Theres also a bit about Goth and Emo.

The art sucked in the first few comics. Gets better at the 400 mark. The one below is 200.

Smooth, slide your rump.

2007-02-25T14:15:00.000+08:00

There's this guy in my class right. As in Sunday class. Shizm. He reminds me of a lonely, depressed and in need of anger management self depreciating teen.

You know. Skinny jeans, black shirt, hair that covers the eyes. And a face that doesn't really care about anything other than staring at something at the ground 10ft from him.

And there are bimbs in class.

"Whats the meaning on this liberate?"
"What's oppressed?"
"What's intellectual?"

Uh.

Then the aforementioned guy comes into the room.

*almost everygirl swoons.*

Truth is, he's not bad looking. No wonder.

Then the bimbs squeeze each others arms, going "OMGOMG."
To which the other replies."You're such a bimb."

The irony is so thick. You need a blowtorch.

Anyway. I shall quote my teacher.

"Love thy neighbour. But what is neighbour? Do you love your family? But your enemies? Let's say a rapist goes out and rapes someone on the street, but he still loves his wife, and his daughter. If I were the greatest sinner on Earth, I would still love my mother right?"

Wrong context of love.

Oh and Walter got mentioned on another blog(lol.) about his post on..Zebedee. Zee-bee-dee or Zed-ber-dee. Anyway.HERE

Splat.

2007-02-23T22:11:00.000+08:00

My father stopped renting his office. Which means he will either work from home, or somewhere else. I dunno. All I know is that the extra room will be filled with boxes of the junk that my dad sells.

I'm putting off catecshizm homeowrk till another day. I don't want to do it. I don't think it's worth doing. Bollocks.

And it made my mom ramble on and on about King Henry the 8th, about protestants, about the true catholic church. So on and so forth, and started saying about not to join Christian churches because they might be cults. Anyone can be a pastor and that the true catholic faith has 2000 years of history.

I'm not buying that somehow. Apologies to all of Christian faith, but I really can't accept the fact that such and such happened. It's just unbelieveable. To me at least.

Why do I still go to church, and be such a hypocrite? I have no idea.

Anyway, I've watched Tim Burton's Big Fish. Wonder why Tim Burton needs his name on everything. Inflated ego? Same story with Peter Jackson's King-kong. But hey, Peter owns a big fat hairy ape. Tim Burton just has a fish and a nightmare. And a necrophilic streak in him(Corpse bride).

I really like the story. It's so surreal, but not to the extent where it becomes unbelieveable. It's like how a good story spinner would tell a story to a little kid aged 5. And watching this movie, you feel like this 5 year old, caught up in the web of stories told by the main character, Edward Bloom.

It's comparatively good I would say. I loved the bit with the circus, about time slowing when you first meet the girl of your dreams, and the part where the giant meets the ringmaster and everyone just stones. Then some smoking clown notices and starts playing that tune...the clown tune.

The story is about this man, who can't believe his father because of all the stories he tells, which sound so incredulous, they can't be real. And now his father is about to die, and he goes and tries to find out his "real" father, metaphorically speaking.

And he realises that his father is who he appears to be. His father has always been himself, a story teller, full of flavour.

And...wtf. Some person just signed it with "blowing bubbles with saliva". o.0

Step Out soundtracks! Hip-hop + RnB + Soul?

Bounce baby out the door

2007-02-22T21:36:00.000+08:00

I have nothing to say.

Really.

I got praised today for having "poor skills" in squash, not getting into the team, and still "keeping my fitness up". Even though I'm "not in the team" he still has a "5km timing that is...*pause* average".

Thats really good praise.

I suddenly feel the urge to listen to Step Up soundtracks. So I shall feed the urge. Says a lot about my character eh. Whtat ever happened to resilience. Sigh. I have no chracter, low self esteem. *Falls into depression yet again*

Nah. Joking. I'm just uber bored. I'm even playing poker and Minesweeper flags.

Standing on top of our hopes and our fears

2007-02-21T19:45:00.000+08:00

Goddamn. I need to buy Switchfoot's new album. And all their old albums.

I realised I have Gone, an old track by them. I listened to it on the train today, and decided that I really really like it. As in love it. Rather than listen to alternative, I might go back to pop/rock, which is Switchfoot's genre. Their music is really nice, tracks like Daisy and Only Hope are rather emotional. Ok, not. But they are nice.

The thing that made Gone stand out was the tone of it. It was kinda jovial in a sense, saying that life is just the way it is. And life is just to short to enjoy the little things that make it special.

"Cause today will soon be gone, like yesterday is gone, like history is gone, just try to prove me wrong, and pretend like you're immortal"

" Gone, like frank sinatra
Like elvis and his mom
Like al pichino’s cash nothing lasts in this life
My highschool dreams are gone
My childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn’t last for long"

"Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And oh the town fills
Life more than fame and rock and roll and thrills"

"But do we know what life is
Outside of our convienent lexus cages"

"She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every moment that we borrow
Brings us closer to the God who’s not short of cash"

I'll see if I can get a good version to put up here. One more thing that this angbao money is gonna contribute to. Hopefully. -.- Handphone first. Grr. Dad still unwilling to let me fork out money for Motorola Rizr. It's not even his money. Hmm

It's a whopping 282 this year, Give or take a bit. Lost a bit at some gambling game, not blackjack.

There were 2 departures this CNY in the extended, extended family. Deepest condolences to the immediate or close friends and family of those two. My grandfather's brother, living in Johor(Didn't know him) and my aunt's mother in law(also didn't know). Life eh. Ohwell. Life is just a day that doesn't last for long.

My family is a complicated one. My grandfather married his cousin's something. There was a guy marrying his stepdaughter. Maybe thats why the gene pool is a little screwed, as I am.

I'll continue this post later.

2007-02-20T18:52:00.000+08:00

Looking at the cards infront of me, I decide to pick em up.

I find myself staring at a Queen of spades. My heart beats faster, could it be? What if it was an Ace behind that card? Would I be that lucky?

With so many questions surrounding the seemingly mundane act of revealing a card, one must wonder what sort of deranged gambler is holding these cards.

I slowly slide away the Queen...I see a sharp pointed tip of an A. I feel the blood racing through my veins, making my hands shake almost unnoticeably. In one deft move, I slide it away and caused my heart to stop.

It was an ACE. I forced myself not to scream in disbelief. BanLuck? Who me? Couldn't be, but then who? I hold my own cards.

All these existed at the same time, for the same duration.

I threw my cards on the table with a confident smile, the words "banluck" escaping my lips almost too excitedly.

The money came to me, and I slid away to have a drink.

It happened again.

Although it was slightly different, I was staring at a Jack of hearts, the feeling was the same.

Twice in a row? How often could that happen? Not everyday was a Sunday. But..today WAS a Sunday. And my luck was kinda good. I had already earned about 10 dollars,

Again, my heart beats faster.

As the card is slowly pulled away, I attempt to breathe, but to no avail.

I see a pointed tip. Another A?

As more of it is revealed, I doubt my luck was holding. Never has it been I have won twice in a row.

BAM. It was a f**king 4.

Oh blackjack, why doth thou playeth thy heart so?

But nuts to it. I won 17 in the end.

And lost 7+more yesterday night. Hey, but the banker refunded all my $ lost. He got 5 cards, 21 twice in a row, and banlucked 5 times WTH.

Hey this doesn't make sense.

2007-02-16T20:55:00.000+08:00

I don't see why I should be so nice when you don't even try.

This is UTTER BULLSHIT.

Fuck this. It's not MY BLOODY FAULT. But somehow IT's ALWAYS MY BLOODY FAULT.

Why is it always me to take the blame. Maybe somewhere somehow you made a fucking mistake. And your ego makes you say you didn't do it, you are perfect. Well. Aren't we all perfect.

Do you blame someone for something he didn't do.

And then link it to some irrelevant topic which, coincidentally, also includes me in the picture, as a bloody useless fucker.

Call me sonnabitch. It applies. You bitch.

If I piss anyone off with this post, too bad. I'm pretty sure I'm more fucking pissed.

Love me or hate me

2007-02-15T22:06:00.000+08:00

You can't ignore me.

Hey. I scored! Woohoo.

In polo that is.

One day I hope to write with enough innuendo to arouse more interest in this dying blog. Although I bet Pek could do it. He freaks me out. "James so CHIO!"

And I realised that Jie Ting has been putting a personal message called, "The beautiful 8cm". Which any way I look at it. Just seems so wrong. So wrong. I don't know what to say. It's just the epitomy(I forgot if there exists this word) of blur innuendo.

My dog is sighing again. The poor soul is blind. And whenever the family leaves the house, leaving poor old Patches alone, he cries. Whimpering, moaning ghoulishly. It kinda breaks my heart a little. But, what can I do. I guess he's just depressed. And insecure, afraid of the demons that lurk when no one is around.

Either that or he's hungry again.

I feel the urge to eat Western. But not at school. It sucks there.

Chinese New Year! Gah. The time where you meet relatives whom you can remember the names, but you can't place the names on each person's face. Where old ladies come over and pat you on the head, saying. "Wait, is that Serene or Cynthia.Wa you've grown so ~~big~~ tall."

It ain't about the money. It's about the kinship. It ain't about the reunion dinner, it's about the reuninion dinner prawn balls that my aunt cooks. They are heavenly. Too bad only my family gets to eat them. There's like rationing everytime she cooks 'em. 2 per person. And those that have gone overseas to study, want her prawn balls the most and one has even packed them and brought them to the states. I hope he's eaten them already. That was so long ago.

Mmm. Balls.

Prawn balls.

Meh. That was cheap.

Which reminds me. The neighbourhood I live in is reknowned for somethings.

Which I saw this morning.

Some taxi was parked in front of my house gate, with the lights on. That happens.Usually there is some guy sleeping inside.

This taxi was wierd in the way that its shades were up. As in shades like blinds.

I had to walk past it since it was infront of my condo gate.

As I walked by, something red caught my attention. My eyes shifted and I saw this red bloused lady kissing a guy in the front seat, presumably the driver, who was Dr. Octopus.

Eye's shifted back. Pace quickened. Like. Ew. Who wants to see some whore fornicate with a 50 year old(Guessing) taxi driver man.

I'll bet he would be damn embarrassed that I saw him. Except for the fact that he was busy with something else.

And we wonder why divorce rates are so high. If he weren't married,I wouldn't approve of it, as it just seems. Wrong. If he were married, god help his wife. If that IS his wife. God help him

Isn't it a gloomy world.

2007-02-14T20:37:00.000+08:00

At least I tried ignoring it.

But Norman wouldn't let me.

"Eh. Look. Even that girl also have something."

"See see, THAT guy also has a flower"

Which is bloody evil, considering I didn't get anything. Not that I WOULD want anything from my school, for that matter. That would be so wrong on so many levels I would dare to contemplate on the outcomes of that situation.

And now I wonder.

I'm not sore or anything, it's just that I dislike Valentine's day. I didn't care much for it last year, or 2 years ago. Didn't seem a big matter then. Which it still isn't. It just gets more obvious as you get older. The matter doesn't get bigger, your perception of it gets bigger.

Anyway.

Happy Valentine's day to all you lucky souls out there. x)

Valentine's day sure is lonely for the unattached. Or for those who haven't really found someone nice. The feeling of perpetual loserdom is so heavy. So..chin up. =)

Eh. WTF. AHAHAH

2007-02-13T22:58:00.000+08:00

o.0 I came back and found my room half painted, the dog groomed, and the house in general disarray.

Did some kind burglar break in?

And later when my mum gets home she says she fell, and her arm might be fractured. Errrrr.

First time I've heard someone break his/her arm by painting a wall. This is rather amusing in a sense.

The funny part was when she thought she fractured her arm, she still moved it back and forth to relieve the pain. Now she has to wear this spazzy sling for 2 months. I'd bet that it would disintegrate on contact with water, such is the quality of the "sling'.

And shes gonna spend the next 7days at home on MC. Gah. No more free time.

And my wall is some pink-purple colour, neither of which is very convincing to some people about some matters.

And I have to finish the rest of the painting myself. -_-

Shit. I lost my train of thought. Thats why this post is kinda disjointed. Crap. Should always bring a pen. I always forget about it.

...stoning in front of the keyboard, wasting my time, and yours.

Was at the hospital just now, and saw some really, thought provoking things. From a couple holding hands, with a worried expression, to a pissed of girl going to the X-ray room with an apparent headache. And also an old man with a really swollen eye.

And also a Victorian with burnt hands. But thats another matter.

Sometimes life hits you hard.

Oh. Yeah. Maybe I'm just purposely ignoring it, or does it seem to you that this year, Valentine's day is more subdued in a sense? I don't see ads, but I do see couples. But no hype over Valentine's unlike last year. I guess CNY kinda takes the limelight.

I am in so not a blogging mode right now.

She goes left and I stay right

2007-02-12T21:20:00.000+08:00

I'm getting my room painted. Yay! Hurray for ammonia poisoning.

I'm joking. It's suppposedly "no-odour". Wait. "No-odour" doesn't mean "no-toxins". Hmm. If I'm come to school the day after tomorrow being a little retarded, and shaking uncontrollably, I guess you all will know what happened.

Oh wait. Okay, fine. If you see me shaking uncontrollably. You can't tell if I'm retarded or not.

I'm so gonna hate this week. Wherever I walk, I'm constantly reminded of my perpetual loserdom. Walk past Soo Kee, long depressed sigh. Walk past Animal(How can Animal make me SAD?), another sigh, one that sounds vaguely of a hippo belching.Or..something of that sort.

SIGH.

On a side note, I have Justin Timberlake's What goes around song. o.0 Ghetto. It's 10mb. WTH? But its nice.

AND I SAW PAUL TWOHILL. Why am I doing this. I don't even like him. Oh well, hype. He was at J8, with a girl, presumably his girl. He was wearing black(duh), and MAKEUP.

I was on a bus, didn't get to look closely, nor get his autograph, which if I did, I'm pretty sure many people would want it. An auction...hmm. Shit. I just realised. How many crazed fans are there out there?

Anyway his hair is longer. And he doesn't look as fugly as on Tee-Vee, just as I look worse on film/pixels then in real person. At least I THINK.

...I need to stop wearing short pants. I fear the dark beast Husaini will consume my soul. The "cabalistic" Husaini lives in darkness, creeping upon a young unsuspecting young'un, to whom he will...God bless his soul, give him an atomic wedgie.
The dark minions of Husaini lurk all around, on any given moment, they might grab you and hold you down en masse. After which, you are doomed to feel the wrath of the dark beast, and live with the pain of having seen him.

We have cookies.

2007-02-11T15:37:00.000+08:00

[Edit: Oh. Another thing to add to the to-do list. Make band blogskin. Anyone wanna help?]

I'm supposed to be mugging maths and chinese. I'm having 2 tests on the same day, of which the subjects I both dislike.

Again, I church-hopped. My waking up late today was supposedly to blame. Went to OLPS, my old old old old church somewhere in Opera Estate, where the rich people stay, with their fancy cars, and pedigree dogs. God I hate their souls. But I digress.

At least OLPS has a youth mass, to which I was invited. It's a once a month thing, but anyway I might still go...if I could pon catechism.

Anyway, I took a bus back home. My bus passes through City Plaza, you know, the Filipino hangout, other than Plaza Singapura that is. And I witnessed something...rather amusing. Although some might argue that it wasn't. But in the twisted mind of mind, I found it to be vaguely enjoyable, partly due to the fact that a) I was not involved and b) I watched the proceedings from inside of a bus.

They looked like a bunch of Pinoys, or Indons. Couldn't tell. There was a guy wearing a red shirt, and a few other guys..wearing black.

This red shirt guy suddenly dashed out into traffic, like a big giant "F**K YOU!" to motorists, and the bunch of guys in black stopped chasing him.

Those black guys were shouting out to him, and they looked pretty pissed. That hindrance to traffic just kept walking and making cars stop, all the while looking back at the guys in black smiling, waving, and shouting some other random shit. Which I presume to be taunts and jeers.

So he happily crossed the street, since he had escaped his pursuers.

Then, some other guy who had crossed the road came up behind him and literally kicked his ass. The whole group starting going after him again and he ran across another road.

Couldn't see him after that. Then the bus stopped at the bus stop outside City Plaza. Just as the bus was leaving, the red guy dashed up and said urgently, "Go, go!"

The bus closed the door and left, leaving the black guys outside pointing at the now laughing red dude, with an unmistakable expression of "You better watch out."

So this red dude was in my bus, bleeding from his head and face. He had some cut next to his eye, which was bleeding rather badly, and I guessed another one on his scalp, as there was blood dripping down from behind his ear.

Everyone on the bus was like. "WTH."

On a side note I doubt he paid for his bus trip, but I guessed the bus driver didn't really care, or was too afraid to ask.

I'm guessing this guy made a fool of the black guys in some way or another. And was probably too cocky to apologise.

Oh well. I guess it's just another day in the life of the aimless for that guy.

Fab-u-lous

2007-02-10T21:58:00.000+08:00

It's...apparently 8 days to the Lunar New year.

Have you done your ~~Christmas shopping~~. Eh. Wait. New year clothing shopping. I don't seem to be functioning well ~~down~~ up there.

If you haven't, what are you waiting for? The Robinsons's sale is now on!

Sadly, I didn't get paid for that.

In any case. I have!

This year, I have decided to let out my inner ah beng. The theme is *drumroll* semi gaudy colors and camo coloured pants!

Incidentally, I got the 2 semi-gaudy coloured t-shirts at the same shop. T'was a new shop, and on a winter afternoon so warm and weary, I went in found a nice pink shirt and became oh-so-happy. T'was love as first sight, yes it was.

And when the next sunrise came, I returned to the shop, anxiously waiting till my love became mine. And when I learnt that she had gone, I wept heavily. All there was were her fat and skinny sisters. Oh which both wouldn't fit me(eeek). And I looked round the town, hoping to find 'er. Alas, woe is me. She had gone, taken by another man, As I lay down on the ground, weeping like the lost lover I was, a girl came up. The "florescent" light shone of her radiant and beautiful face, and I said to m'self, "she will be mine".

Errr. Whatever. My thoughts wandered to some London thing.

Anyway. I found pants to suit her. Woohoo. Finally.

My purple shirt seems bland. I think I need a nice big phat bling to go with it.Some diamond encrusted necklace with a dollar sign on it. Mmmhmm.

Onward, my brothers, to the 77th Street!

I will just have to adjust your brain a little bit.

2007-02-09T21:30:00.000+08:00

Contrary to what Walter (w-host.blogspot.com) said, my english is not good.

But! It's nice to have a fan. LOL.

Cos sometimes I wonder who reads this blog anyway. it seems so dead. Even the tagboard seems to be populated by only 3 people. I feel so inadequate. And lonely. I pity my own sad sad existence. And you can't blame me for wallowing in my own self pity.

It gets worse when it's 5 days to Valentines. MSN is suddenly flooded by a wave of corny and nonsensical( at least to me) display names.You realise everyone has something to look forward to,and then you get this really depressing feeling, when you know you're just gonna end up at home on the 14th, playing Halo2.

I guess thats why they say Valentines is a day for the unattached to feel even worse. Either that or find out you have some creepy stalker DUDE who knows how many times a month you cut your toenails.

Given these 2 choices, I can't say which is the better one.

I have to apologise for the post on Wednesday. One too many "f**ks". Just felt really pissed. Typing is a good way to relieve stress, in a way. But it gets worse sometimes when I spell the same word wrong 5 times in a row, given my atrocious spelling, which I hope isn't my God-given talent.. "ahit. zfit, sit, djit, SHIT."

That's just dandy

2007-02-08T22:24:00.000+08:00

Damn it. Training didn't make me feel any better.

Lost to Tim. Gah. 9-7 9-6 9-2. Damn DAMN DAMN.

Should have won the first set.

Anyway. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm ~~sexy.~~

Mostly tired.

There's no way.

2007-02-07T19:19:00.000+08:00

I'm not gonna take this shit.

Screw it. I'm tired as fuck.

And then you ask me to fucking wipe the doors, and clean the fucking aircon. And it seems to be my fucking problem that I'm tired. I pull one long face and get some..."threats" from my mother. No allowance. Ohwell. Then. Return me my 600 fucking dollars you took.

Well. Shes a bitch and I'm sick of it.

I don't fucking care if you don't like my dad. I don't fucking care if you stay on to this marraige for the "sole purpose" of me. It's fucking retarded that I'm the one to blame for everything. It's none of my fucking business if you don't like your fucking in-laws. I don't give a shit about them either. This is bullshit.

And if I don't do whatever she says till the end of this week, she's gonna walk out of the family. Well that's nice.

And apparently, I "spoilt" her day. I wonder. Whose feeling shittier now.

I have been taking this shit for at least a year now. I haven't bothered to say anything up till now. And I still haven't. It's not me to go up to someone and just start saying what I don't like. I don't wanna go home everyday and face this shit. I didn't do anything fucking wrong.

Shit. Wait. I can still type without my glasses.

I really don't wanna stay home this CNY. Maybe I'll skip visiting. That whole thing is the cause of this anyway. Cleaning the fucking doors just because you want to look good infront of a few people you hate. And I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual.

And don't try to act too smart. It's pretty fucking obvious.

Shit. I need to punch something.

When you give excuses, it's fine by me. When I am tired, oh, "fuck you, just do it."

Call me petty. It doesn't matter. I just call it as what it fucking is.

Oh no, oh here it goes again.

2007-02-06T19:05:00.000+08:00

Long entry today. I hope.

Rather uneventful day. Sadly. I'm not in a very good mood right now. Some saddeningly sad news has just reached me. No, its not that my grammar is now as bad as my spelling.

Anyway. Uneventful at school, but not so after school.

After lunch with J.K at Post Centre( Stupid freak kept being random, like asking me to talk to some unknown "MGS girl" at the bus stop, then walking off to take a MRT and staring down at me from the platform. She was Dumman. LOSER!), I took a bus home, and the wierd thing was that after I crossed the overhead bridge....

Some crying kid from Kong Hwa came up to me.

"Kor-kor, can you help me?"

He took a wrong bus and couldn't go home. He said he lived at some place and I just couldn't remember where that place was. I lent him my phone but his dad and mum had turned off their phones. Never turn off your phone people. He said something about some road to turn into, so I vaguely knew where, and gave him..some directions.

"I don't want..take ..bus"

O...kay. Any landmarks near your house?

"My house got some Shell station nearby."

So I thought it was the Shell station like one bus stop away. So I offered to walk him there. When we were there, he was like. Not this one. Further down. There is no other Shell station near my house. So I just continued walking. Since he apparently knew the way. So walk walk walk.

Then at Broadrick he said I know my way home from here. So I left him la. Let him go home on his own. And I was 3 bus stops away from MY home.

He didnt say thanks though. Ohwell. My good deed for the day.

However, that didnt save me from having to cut my hair. Gah. Cutting your hair is like so..torturous. Especially when you know how horrible you're gonna look after that. My head is shorn. Not yet shiny. Just...very short hair. Meh. Barbers. I don't argue with them. Since they always have that razor right at your neck. Literally.

Just heard of another death. Some sailor, optimist I assume, drowned off Changi. Apparently he capsized and couldn't be found after that. His body was found at Pasir Ris. I would assume he was hit on the head and knocked unconscious. What a way to go.

Reminds me of one of the reasons why I quit sailing. I sure hope what I heard wasn't true.

Sudden urge..to....

2007-02-05T20:46:00.000+08:00

I feel like creating a new blogskin. This one won't be so cleanly lined.

Anyway. Brought sec1s on 3.2km run today. Okay la. Nothing too bad.

My bus made my day. Pretty faces, gorgeous legs. =)

LOL. Woohoo. Yeehoo. I want this song. But the download keeps going from 93%-100% back to 93% and ...it just continues. Gahhh