Run.

2010-08-04T07:47:00.000-07:00

alas, the ending of a blog is painful. it has so many memories, some i'd love to bring with, some that hurt too much to. but no matter, the end of one is the start of another, in this case, www.faceuptoit4862.blogspot.com! thats my new blog so if u do wan to keep reading the crap i write, go there! remember, www.faceuptoit4862.blogspot.com! (lol, like some advertisment)

2009-07-30T07:52:00.000-07:00

love is a mysterious thing, but only if u allow it to be. just like a rubix cube. to those who know not the secret, its perpetually troubling and impossible to solve. to those who do, it becomes a bore, or at least, there is little joy as the simple fixed formula just sucks the joy out of it. this is a perfect example of when the journey is more important than the destination.

rather than search for the absolute key to getting the girls (or guys, if you're a lady... or even if you're a guy too) , isn't it better to let it go on its own? rather than search for ways to attract girls, isn't it better to suit one whom u truly love?

i don't know, some say they're sick of getting rejected and/or dumped. but so what. no one can cycle after just touching the handlebars for the first time. no one can run before they learn to crawl. no one can shoot three pointers after seeing the hoop for the first time. no one can play hysteria (or runaway) after running their fingers along bass strings for the first time. sure, u may have been rejected 4, 5 times. but true love is as elusive as the dewdrops on a blade of grass when the sun has risen. it's there, but not easily found.

"God gives us challenges, only if he's sure we can face them with faith, and overcome them with determination."

*i'm not a Christian. no offence.

anyway, for the daily video section (i've got a daily video section? when'd that happen?), its a video by Jamiroquai, singing Runaway, live at Abbey Road. (pay close attentio to the funky bassline! love it :D) anyways, this video proves that the weirdest people make the coolest music.

out.

2009-07-19T06:57:00.000-07:00

the blur of the focused
the burn of the freezing

the hope of the damned

the joy of the grieving

the pain of the numb

the hate of the virtuous

the love of the cynic.

nah, i'm feeling good. i know havent blogged in a long time, so hope at least some people still read? haha. will start slow for now.

transformers was great... by which i mean the effects. all the bots looked great! love the detail and the action scene! best was when optimus took on all three(four?) decepticons! that one was epic.

now,for a list of quotes from the movie:
'I'll Take You All On!'
'That Guy Is An Ass-Hole.'
'The Matrix Of Leadership Is Not Obtained(i think?), It's Earned.'
'I Want You To Pull The Blue Handle!'
'That's 'Cause You're A Wussy!'

And the theme's great. especially the funky little riff in the middle. the drums and stuff throughout really gives a sense of scale, of impact. really resonates with the movie. love it.

epic.

2009-05-21T05:58:00.000-07:00

Maybe...

2009-02-16T02:33:00.000-08:00

It was instant, sudden, and inexplicable. She walked by, smiling and talking, like any other girl he had seen, like any other girl he knew. And yet... different. Different. John's eyes followed her, stunned and shocked. Not so much by her beauty, for while she was by no means displeasing to the eye, neither was she the prettiest girl he'd seen. Her beauty came from somewhere else, not just from her appearance. And to him, she was the most exquisite, most delicate, most alluring of all. Quietly and silently, he looked at her. And at that very moment, it was all he needed. John was happy, simply looking on, as she passed him by.

Who is she? he wondered before long. John was, as always, watching her from far, accepting the fact that anything more, would spoil it. But he longed to know her name, to know her. She was quiet, but cheerful, smart, but humorous, beautiful, but humble. He knew she had her flaws, he knew she couldn't be perfect. He knew she couldn't be what he imagined her to be. But he loved her all the same. All these he knew from observation, and with each passing day, he felt more and more drawn towards her. I must know her name! he thought. At the very least, her name.

'Jenny.' John whispered as he stared longingly at the name list. Running one finger across her name, he felt fulfilled, satisfied. 'Jenny.'

Later that afternoon, John was studying after school with his classmates and, to his extreme joy, she came too. She sat at a different table from him, with her friends. John rummaged around in his bag and took out his maths homework. He resolved himself to finish 10 questions at the very least. But before long, before finishing his first question, he was distracted and hopelessly captivated by her. He stole glances at her, whenever she wasn't looking. Her every smile, her every laugh, her every action was infinitely more interesting than what kind of graph y=x+6 will give. She curled her fringe around her finger sweetly, and John smiled subconsciously. Screw maths.

'Hey.'

'Hi. You're John, right?'

'Yeah.' he laughed. She remembers! 'And i believe you're Jenny?'

'Why yes!' she laughed too, exquisitely, delicately, beautifully.

John smiled as he looked into her eyes and he knew, he was in love.

The next few months flew by, and John and Jenny grew closer. They talked on anything, everything. Sometimes he would still steal glances at her, and while she rarely looked his way, John was content. He spoke to her often, as often as he dared, and it was before long that the topic of love came up. John was apprehensive about this, especially of the irony of it.

'So, Jenny... You have anyone you like?' John asked cheekily, but his heart was pounding in his chest. Would she have someone else? Would she have already loved another? Would his heart be able to take the blow?

'Hmmm,' she looked thoughtful. 'If i tell you, you must tell me who you like!'

John expected this, and was unfazed. Fine, he'll face it head on! 'Sure.'

'Well... I used to like this guy back last year...' John's heart sank. 'But i don't like him anymore.' She smiled that captivating smile of hers. John's spirits rose, but just for a bit.

'No one now? Not at all?' John pushed, and hoped to God it wasn't a bad decision.

'Nope. But i have a good impression of someone though.'

'Who?'

'Like I'll tell you! So hurry up! Who do you like?' She smiled again.

John bit into his lower lip. Should he tell her now? Was it time? He didn't want it to drag. It was like a heavy weight on him everyday. To finally get it off his chest... was it worth risking rejection?

'How about this, I'll tell you if we go out for lunch.'

'Fine. But I want ice cream!'

'Ok, ok.' John laughed. He was glad he dodged this bullet, but he can't keep running forever, right?

Chocolate ice cream dripped from her spoon as she looked straight at him. John looked right back, with as serious a face he could manage. His hands were trembling, his lips wavering. An excuse, a denial, a simple 'i was joking' threatened to burst out of his mouth at any moment. It was better than seeing her like this, so troubled, so pained.

'I have... track. I better get going.' Jenny bit into her lower lip and stood up. She slung her bag over one slender, perfect shoulder. John remained sitting, and looked straight down at his shoes. He musn't back out now, not after telling her. But the friendship... John clenched his knuckles as he held his left hand in his right. What if we can't even be friends? He listened intently as she left quietly.

Was it over?

John cupped his face in his hands, and cursed himself. Why? Why did he have to go and spoil what they had, however little it was. They were good friends by then, and a good friend is harder to find than a diamond amongst coal. John knew this very well. And yet... And yet... He bit hard into his lower lip, holding back his tears, determined not to let them flow forth. No...

And his phone rang.

John ignored it. Drowning in his sorrow, the last thing he needed was a message from his mum reminding him to be home earlier. But his phone rang incessantly, in want of John's attention. Finally, John swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and flipped open his phone. Inside was a single message.

'I like you too.'

Happy? Finished liao la! Anything after this... use your imagination!

2009-01-16T07:37:00.000-08:00

" really want to blog about something interesting but nothing funny as been happening lately. sighs.

Oh wait. a few days ago gran eddie and i were slacking under eddie's block and there was this guy whom we called The WAlkman ™. he is kinda crazy and loves to walk around the neighbourhood decked out in his blue berms with dragon pictures and more often then not, a totally not matching top. oh yah, a sling bag too.

oh yah, he looks like the landlord from kung fu hustle, with the hair and the moustache.
<----------- the sex we were just slacking and it already walked pass us 4 times. on the 4th time, we realised it and were like wth ?

eddie then explain that this guy is a little crazed. loves to walk arnd for nothing and loves to take lifts for fun . cos eddie heard from his mum who in turn heard from her friends that he loves to fart in the lift . like from 1st floor fart till 11 floor.

also he wears high socks, and i mean HIGH, cos it almost reaches his knees.
wanna know what he use his socks for ?

he shove a beer can down one sock and a pack of cigarettes down the other . damn wtf funny.

then u can hear him from a distance as he walks towards u, due to the faint clinking of his keys....

we 3 then set off to watch where the Walkman™ goes....(from a safe distance of course, in case he farts). we hid behind a wall and watched.
and he walked damn straight , straight into the lift of the next block and took the lift UP. HAHAHA. i mean straight. damn straight. no sidestepping.

after like 10 mins, who knows what he did up there, he came back down wtihout his slingbag LOL. and walked towards us. and we faster run away.

followed him again and he went walking or should i say striding, damn far away.
like to the end of the world. we just waited for him near the fitness corner. and after 10 mins he came back lol.

followed him again and were safely behind him when he took a turn to the right at this T-junction.

we lost sight of him as our view was obsructed from damn a big block of wall. then like 2 secs later he suddenly turn 180 degrees and walked backwards. wth gave us a shock.

anyway watch out for this Walkman whenever u ppl come khatib. you dont wanna go near this guy who walks for a living, take joyride in lifts, and shove beer cans down their socks. "

i quote this from my friend,dx's (The Shit King) blog. its a true story, and i feel severely traumatized by it. a point dx forgot to describe is how...horrifying it was. cos...ok,u guys play video games right? so. depending on the game u play, u might or might not have encountered this. but one game i once played(resident evil) had this big guy who u just can't kill. like,u can use a goddamn shotgun and the sonofagun just wouldn't die(btw,u might be thinking why dun use rocket launcher?i couldn't find one,thats why).

so. this guy would just chiong after u and u just can't kill or stop him.and u noe if he catches u, u might as well off the damn game,cos u're screwed. so, the Walkman is just like him. we couldnt let him spot us, like, if he spot us he'll come after us with those steady walking feet. then,we cant stop him or anything. it was just terrifying. so yeah, as with the post above, be careful if u're ever in Khatib. below is a description of his characteristics. i hope it helps.

--1.65 meters tall. around there anyways.
--long hair in ponytail.
--moustache.
--small eyes- ah bloody hell. just look at the picture above.
--blue Bermudas with swirly patterns, not really confirmed if they are dragons.
*note:this seems to be the only 'default' piece of clothing.as in, he never takes it off. never. he often changes into brightly coloured shirts to try and draw attention away form his blue Bermudas, so as to catch people off
guard.
--blue jacket worn backwards.
*note:this is not like his blue Bermudas and can be taken off at will, if the weather is warm.
--various foreign(and usually useless) objects in his socks, hands, or pants. seriously.
*note:Walkman™ was once spotted with an empty coke bottle in his pants. in the FRONT of his pants, with the top sticking out. seriously. no joke.
--and of course, his walk. his walk is probably the most characteristic aspect of this rare specimen.its hard to describe, but lets just say its a cross between a human being and a chimpanzee.

*****IN ANY CASE, AVOID AT ALL COSTS, ONLY ATTEMPT TO OBSERVE FROM A DISTANCE!!!!!*****

and Walkman™, if you're actually reading this...

ok. nvm. that would mean he's not walking, which is like, impossible. cos he's like, the Walkman™. Yeah.

2009-01-07T05:09:00.000-08:00

i think that people who like to constantly ring the bell when they're riding a bike, assholes.

cos,i mean, if i'm in your path, and you wanna ring your bell to alert me, ok, ring it once, twice and i'll get out of your way. ringing your bell multiple times doesn't:

A)Make me move faster.
B)Show off your rapid bell-ringing skills.
C)Stack with multiple people.*

*doesnt mean,the more people infront of you, the more times you gotta ring your bell. you ring it twice,everyone hears it twice.stupid cyclists.

I'm plenty pissed with all those people who rapid ring their bike bells, as if it was their first time on a bike and the novelty of ringing the bell brings them bundles of joy. I'd list an example, but its kinda redundant. I'm sure lots of people also got experience before lor.

...

ok,i'll list an example.
I forgot when, but me and a couple of my friends were walking to j8. so we were like, taking up the whole road. not exactly the most considerate action but we kinda big group. then walk walk,i suddenly heard this bell ring behind me. for the sake of my point, i'll attempt to illustrate the situation.

1st ring: i turned back to look and moved to the side
2nd ring: tell friends to move to side.
3rd ring:still telling firends to move to side
4th ring:everyone walking on the side
5th ring:everyone walking on the side
6th ring:everyone walking on the side
7th ring:everyone walking on the side
8th ring:everyone walking on the side
9th ring:everyone walking on the side

see a pattern?

u ring twice,i know le.then i'll move, and if my friends haven't,i'll tell them to.you keep ringing it,i'll just get pissed off. i wasn't sure if it was during that particular encounter, but i remember that there are times when i actually shouted after the guy who passed me stuff like, 'Woa! Ring bell like damn fun! I also wan!' or 'Wa, first time ride bike ah? Ring ring ring ring ring. Very fun hor.'

ok,u might think i shout this kind of thing damn childish,and so i apologise. but i won't stop cos i think such people really are goddamn irritating and annoying. don't you?

one type of people i find irritating are those who like.... ok,example,easier to understand.

'hey, John! you wanna go down to the court for basketball?'

'hmmm, maybe. is Rick going?'

'ok,i'll ask. hey, Rick! you wanna go b-ball?'

'oh. b-ball ah. is Jack going?'

'ok,i'll ask. hey, Jack! you wanna play ball?'

'sorry dude, i can't make it.'

'its alright then. hey Rick, Jack can't go leh.'

'oh. then i don't wanna go le.'<-----Leaner 'what? dun like that leh. hey John, Rick not going le leh.' 'serious? then i dun think i wan lor.' <-----Leaner did you understand that?in other words, Rick didn't go for basketball cos Jack couldn't go, and John didn't go because Rick didn't want to. I think people like these are unavoidable, but still, ultimately annoying.i can totally identify with the mentality,that, if this guy doesn't go, i don't wanna go anymore. i was like that. but then after i tried organizing stuff, only to have it cancelled cos one person couldn't go, i realised how completely disgusting and annoying such behaviour is. so i've resolved to do my best not to be a leaner. and i hope people will understand that, even without a particular person, so long as you want to, you still can have fun. spare a thought for others who might be looking forward to the outing, but because of your own baseless selfishness has to lose the opportunity. stuff like movies, lan, basketball or any other type of outing are to be enjoyed with a group of friends. so i don't see how big a difference would it make if your best friend couldn't go. so please, while i understand how these people see it, but spare a thought for others, and look forward to the fun, don't think outings would be boring simply because there isn't a particular guy. cos, i mean, everyone surely has had the bad experience of cancelling on outings cos of leaners, right?

2008-12-16T07:02:00.000-08:00

Story Time!!!!

"Hey Rick."

"Yes, Bob?"

"There's this guy at school, and he always bullies me. Seeing as how you're bigger and stronger than him, Rick, can you go beat him up for me?"

"Well, why don't you beat him up, Bob?"

"Because I'm smaller and weaker than him."

"Then if he's smaller and weaker than me, it wouldn't be nice for me to bully him, would it?"

"Oh. I guess you're right, Rick." Bob sighs.

Rick smiles and turns to Bob. "Now, why don't you try talking to him nicely and ask him to stop bullying you?"

Bob looks up. "Will that really work, Rick?"

"I'm your brother, Bob, would i lie to you?"

"Well... i'll try it tomorrow at school. Let's hope you're right."

Rick just smiles at his younger brother as he gets up from the chair and leaves Bob's room.

The next day at school, Bob stood outside his classroom, waiting for the bully, George, to appear. At 15 minutes to assembly time, George ambles towards the classroom. Bob hikes his backpack up and walks towards George, determined to end this once and for all.

"Hey, um, George."

"Yeah, kid?"

"I don't like... i mean, i'm not comfortable when you... um... laugh at me. And beat me. And take my pencils. Can you please stop it?" Bob looks at his shoes, afraid to risk at a glance at what might be his impending doom.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, kid. I thought you didn't mind. Of course i'll stop." Bob looks up in surprise. George? George actually said that?

"Hey Rick."

It was evening, and Bob was sitting in his room, looking at his Power Ranger figurines as he told Rick about his day. He did this everyday, and with Rick to listen to him, he never got lonely, even though he had no friends at school.

"Yeah, Bob?"

"Your method... didn't work." Bob rubbed at the bruises on his face as he frowned.

"Oh?" Rick raised an eyebrow.

"He said that he would stop at first and smiled and i thought he really would, but then he suddenly laughed then beat me up, saying i was stupid."

"Oh."

"I tried to say i was sorry but he didn't listen and he pulled my underwear out and all the girls laughed at me." Bob was close to tears by then.

"Oh."

"I told you to go beat him up but you wouldn't listen and i you told me to go talk to him nicely and i did but it didn't work." Bob sniffed loudly. "I told you I told you I TOLD YOU! But you didn't listen!"

"I'm sorry, Bob. I really thought-"

"You promised me it would work! You promised! You said you wouldn't lie to me but you did! I hate you!" Tears ran down Bob's face as he screamed at his brother.

"I'm sorry, Bob." And Rick left.

"Hey Rick."

It was the day after the incident with George, and Rick and Bob were talking to each other, none of the hostility remained from the day before.

"Yeah, Bob?"

"I kinda like this girl at school..."

"Oooooh... My little brother has a crush... how sweet!" Rick crooned mockingly, making kissy sounds at Bob.

"Stop it!" Bob blushed.

"Ok, ok. What's she like?"

"Well, she's real cute, and she has this pony tail and its like, the longest in our class! And she's real nice to everyone. Although she never talked to me. But i know she's real nice 'cause i hear the other boys talking to each other about how nice she is." Bob said proudly.

"That's nice, Bob. How about you try talking to her? Ask her out and stuff."

"Oh, i don't know. I'd like to, but i'm afraid she wouldn't like me."

"But you said she was nice."

"She is! She is! But-"

"Now now, Bob. No buts! Come on! Show me some couage and go ask her out!"

"Ok, if you say so, Rick."

"It'll be fine, Bob." Rick said assuredly as he got up to leave, winking at Bob before he left the room.

"Hey Rick!"

"Yes, Bob?"

"Guess what?" Bob smiled, almost bursting with glee.

"What?" Rick asked, just as excited.

"She agreed to go out with me on a date!"

"Nice one, Bob! I knew you could do it!" Rick patted Bob on the back.

"Thanks to you, Rick! I couldn't have done it without my older brother. You're great!"

"Thanks, Bob, that's so nice of you." Rick smiled.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it opened a crack, and Bob's mother came in.

"Mum, what's up?"

"Bob." Mother said quietly, her expression one of sympathy and worry.

"Mum?"

"Bob, who're you talking to?"

"Rick. Who else is there?" Bob laughed.

Bob's mother bit on her lower lip and scrunched up her tearing eyes before she left the room as suddenly as she had entered it. Bob was puzzled as to his mother's behaviour.

"Rick, what's wrong with mum?"

"I don't know, Bob." Rick frowned.

This time, Bob's mother didn't knock when she came in. She walked quietly to Bob and knelt before him, taking his little hands in hers.

"Bob, listen to me." Mother's voice quavered, her hands were trembling, and tears threatened to spill over her wet eyes. All of this was making Bob scared.

"What? What, mum? What happened?"

"Bob, listen! Rick's dead, you have to accept that. It was, sudden, but its true."

"What're you talking about? He's right-"

"Bob. We all have had a hard time adapting to his death. None of us could have expected him to... to have done that. But we must accept it, Bob." Bob's mother lowered her face into her son's hands and wept, quietly.

And it all came back to Bob. Finding his beloved brother, hanging from the ceiling of the room they had shared for years. Rick's eyes were open then, as if to see his dear younger brother for the last time. A simple note, speaking of the stress and pressure he felt, and how he could not cope... it meant nothing to Bob. All he could see, all he could understand, all he could take in, was the way his brother had left him all alone.

But, a miracle happened, and he found Rick sitting in his chair in their room after Rick's funeral. It was all a mistake, Bob convinced himself, chiding himself for being so silly. His brother wouldn't have died. And so they spoke every night, for a whole year. Until now. Bob could see it now.

Rick was gone.

The next day, Bob went missing and was never found again.

sorry if that sucked.its been so long since i wrote. this was more of a warm up for my rusty brain and stuff. so yeah. sorry. thanks for taking the time to read.

Story

2008-11-03T05:37:00.000-08:00

Story Time, kids!

I Told You.

Zack was a man, in every sense of the word. Except for one. He didn't like girls. Of course, he wasn't gay, it was just that he... didn't like them.

'Its like... when you look at a pair of shoes. Ok, this pair of shoes is like, the most fashionable and cool pair of shoes, and everyone likes them. But you just can't seem to like them. But that doesn't mean you're an anti-shoe-ist. Anti-shoe-r. ' Zack thought for a moment. 'That doesn't mean you don't wear shoes.'

Zack was, for the fifth time that week, explaining to his best friend Ben why he didn't like girls. And it seemed to be a futile effort, Zack thought bitterly as he looked on at Ben's vacant face.

'Dude, you lost me at the "when you look at a pair of shoes" part. Anyway, Zack, my friend, you got to find yourself a girl.' Ben smiled.

Of course he could smile. Ben, unlike Zack, was a ladies' man. Girls flocked to Ben like moths to a light. Though, moths don't usually get their hearts broken after a few dates. Zack sighed and looked at the rest of the class dejectedly. It wasn't that he didn't like girls, it was just that... he couldn't like girls. Zack grimaced at the thought of this.

That day after school, Zack went home alone. ('I've got a date!' Ben winked when they left school. That asshole, Zack thought sourly.) He was on the path to his block when a bike came at high speed straight towards him.

'What the h-' Zack managed to shout just as he collided head-on with the bike.

'Ahhh!'

A girl, Zack thought as he landed on his back. That's a girl's voice. And then he blacked out.

'Ow...' Zack shook his head as he propped himself up on his elbow. 'What happened?There was this bike, and it collided with me... The girl!' Zack remembered. And it was at that moment that he finally felt the weight over his chest. He looked down and saw an arm draped over his body. The fingers were delicate, as if expertly crafted from marble; the skin was smooth and- Zack realized as he lifted the arm- soft. What was even more incredible was the being the arm was attached to. The girl had shoulder length hair of a black hue, streaked with a soft brown. A lock of it fell over one of her closed eyes. Her nose was at the perfect angle, and it cast a flattering shadow over her pink, moist lips.

Oh, God!What was he doing? Zack suddenly realized he was staring at the girl. For the first time since he woke up, he saw that a small puddle of blood had formed near the girl's stomach. Zack panicked, and fumbled for his cellphone to call for an ambulance. It was at this that the girl woke up.

'Owie... My head hurts.' She blinked at Zack. 'What happened?'

She has the most beautiful dark eyes, Zack thought.

'Hey! Are you alright? I'm so sorry, my mum wanted me home and my teacher released us late and there was cleaning duty and there was this boy who was lost and... and you're bleeding.' The girl's eyes grew wide. 'Oh my God! You're bleeding so much! Call... I've got to call an ambulance!'

Zack's eyes looked down at his right arm. Oh yeah, the small puddle of blood was from him. His right arm was numb and was bent at this really weird angle, with this white thing jutting out from a bleeding wound. A bone. The white thing was a bone, Zack blinked just as he screamed out loud.

'So Zack. I heard you got yourself a girlfriend.' Ben grinned as he sat on Zack's desk. 'Good for you, i say! You're finally a man!'

Zack smiled. The past few months had been dreamy. He looked down at the cast on his right arm. After the girl had sent him to the hospital, he was treated for bone fracture and in the weeks he was in the hospital, the girl had visited him many times, bringing flowers and the such. She was the first girl Zack ever liked. When he was discharged, the first thing he did was look her up to pay her back for the gifts; with a date. He still remembered that day.

'Oh. Um.' the girl had blushed when he asked her out. 'I guess so. Yeah, I'm free this Friday.'

From that day on, they were a officially a couple.

'Jenny, that's her name right, Zack?'

'Yeah, Ben.' Zack replied dreamily.

'She hot?'

'Yeah, Ben.'

'Can I have a go at her?'

'Yeah B- What? No, you bastard.' Zack stared at his friend.

'I'm joking, Zack. I wouldn't dream of taking the girl you got in exchange for your arm.'

'Shut up, Ben.'

That night, Zack was walking Jenny home after their movie. Jenny was laughing and talking, while Zack nodded and smiled. He was still shy, even after so many dates.

'You're lucky i was there that day. Otherwise, I bet you'd just sit there screaming your head off and finally faint dead on the sidewalk.' Jenny said thoughtfully.

'What?No. I.. I would have called for an ambulance myself.' Zack's face got hot.

'Oh, so all that screaming and panicking was to wait for the perfect time to call an ambulance.' Jenny nodded in mock seriousness.

'Hey hey! I'll have you know I'm a man who's capable of handling that small amount of pain.'

'I'm sure you are, Zack.' Jenny smiled, and planted a kiss on Zack's cheek.

'He he...' Zack smiled. He then ran ahead and turned back to face her. 'Don't worry, Jenny! Next time, I'll be the one to save you!'

Jenny laughed and nodded. 'I'll be waiting then!'

They were laughing and talking when suddenly a horn blared out. Zack looked up and was horrified to see a car rushing at them.

'Jen!' Zack shouted as her tried to push her out of the way, but it was too late.

Zack heard a dull, soft thud as he felt the car smash into him. He held on tight to Jenny as they flew backwards from the impact, her screams piercing the still night. Ow, Zack thought, as his consciousness faded.

A few months later, Jenny sat up in her bed in eager anticipation. Since the accident, her parents told her Zack was still recuperating from the accident, and should not be disturbed. Jenny was alright, except for a few surgery scars and was surprisingly more energetic then she had been before the accident. It turned out that Zack had protected her from the worst of the accident with his body, and was injured more severely. But now, Jenny thought happily, I can finally see him!

The doctor came in, and smiled at Jenny.

'I see you're looking great, Jenny.' he flipped through his clipboard.

'Yeah. Zack is too, right? I can't wait to see him.' Jenny smiled.

'Ah. Zack.' the doctor's smile softened as he sat by her bed. 'Look, Jenny. Zack is... Zack is dead.'

Jenny looked at the doctor, her smile unfaltering.' Of course, doctor. Very funny indeed. But, really, can i see him now?'

'Please Jenny, listen to me. Zack passed away.'

'What?'

'Both of you were alive when you came in here, that's true. It's also true Zack protected you from the worst of the accident. Because of that, you only had a broken right arm. I say "only", but your arm couldn't be saved. The bone had completely shattered from the car's tires running over it and the skin was pierced with all of the fragments. We had no choice but to amputate your arm.'

'Wha-?' Jenny looked down at her arm and realized that it did look a little weird, a little different.

'Zack wasn't so lucky.' the doctor adjusted his spectacles. 'He had a punctured lung and a ruptured spleen, with multiple fractures. But... most important of all, a piece of metal had pierced his heart. He was fading even as he came here. We couldn't leave it in, but if we removed the metal... let's just say it was actually what was keeping the blood in. He knew what had happened to you and begged us to give you his arm, while his blood still flowed through it. While it was still usable.'

'No. Zack... he can't...' Jenny shook her head slowly.

'That arm is all that's left of him, Jenny. We didn't want to tell you because you were weak after the operation. It was a miracle your body accepted his arm; we wanted avoid any possible problems that might hinder your recovery. I'm sorry,Jenny.' he stood up and walked towards the door.

'Oh, one more thing.' the doctor turned back. 'Zack told me to pass you this message. I couldn't make sense of it, but he said you would understand.'

Jenny held her right arm gingerly and looked up.

'He said, "Told you I'll be the one to save you this time.".'

Jenny gripped her right arm to her chest and cried.

End.

ok... so maybe this time not that nice.sorry. i'm kinda distracted. anyways, leave comments? thanks.

2008-10-22T06:10:00.000-07:00

oh i mean, come on.

Ok.this is another one of Gran's Things I Hate posts.

1.Old People Who Think They Own The World.

ok.i know many people would be like.whats wrong with this kid?he hates old people?
so let me clarify; i don't hate old people.i think they're nice.
but there are some who are really damn annoying.and they are those who think they own the world just because they were alive when Afros were in style.

of course,i wont bring up such a controversial point without and prove.
example. the other day i was on the bus, and i had my headphones on blasting a mix of rock and metal. so i believe it isn't an understatement if i say i could hardly hear anything else.so,i was standing in this crowded bus.not crowded until you can get away with touching someone's ass(i didn't try) but crowded until people stand all the way to the front. so,i was standing to the side of this seat which faces the rest of the bus.

i was standing there,than the seat behind me was empty,but it faces the whole bus and there was some guy(inconsiderately) sitting on the outer seat.(i never do that.) so i didn't want to sit there.then,the seat i was facing had this old lady sitting in it,and she was sitting on the outer seat too.(inconsiderate.i mean, got space move in la.who wants to squeeze inside?)

then this old lady suddenly say damn loudly, 'Ni hou mian you wei!'[translation-theres a seat behind you!-] i didn't hear her clearly with my earphones on,but i roughly understood what she was saying.then she shouted even more loudly and pointed at me clearly.

Ok, everyone!its time for Crossroads Of Life!!!!!

would you,
A)smile,say thanks and proceed to squeeze into the empty seat obediently.
B)smile,explain to the 'nice' old lady why you don't want to, risking embarrassment and possible life-long condemnation by all bus commuters, and the old lady still might not understand.
C)get pissed off and shout at her, 'Who You Think You Are?!!'
D)take advantage of the situation and pretend not to hear her because of your earphones.

ok,the old lady was annoying but if you chose (C), you better watch out when you're walking home at night. some Old People Action Group might take you down.

anyways,i chose (D).she repeated once more, then gave up.
i mean,look at it la.you sitting on the outer seat though your stop still so far away(really,i noticed.) and you tell complete strangers that they should sit down so that they won't block the bus.whats more,she said it in a damn unkind tone,like disgusted i don't want to sit down.

then,when the journey progressed,i moved to the back and got a seat,and i saw this kid,about sec 2, guai kia type with his gf.(should be ba.at least,they knew each other.) then the old woman say damn loudly at the boy again, 'Ni hou mian you wei!'

damn funny.the boy was talking to the girl,so he had no excuse to pretend he never hear the old woman,so he just suddenly tiam tiam and ignore lor.

this kind of Turret Ah Ma is everywhere one- they camp somewhere, then when they see some harmless target,they will try to educate them about what they should do to improve society.
seriously.who thinks these Turret Ah Ma.

ok.that took longer than i thought.so today only one.next time then.

Koi.

2008-10-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

everyone's commenting on the thing which happened in the school.

why stick out?so i've decided to join in too.

today,i went to school.then everything was normal.people walking sluggishly and reluctantly towards the hall for english comprehension, teachers walking around looking for money on the floor, walls with spray paint on them... wait,what?

so i took a closer look.

you know,batman?the recent movie came out.the one with the joker in it.yeah well,so some smartass spraypainted a simplified joker face with the words 'Why So Serious?' beneath it. outside the P.E. office.

similar graffiti had been sprayed all over the school as well.to be honest, other than slight amusement, i'm not really disappointed or sad. i'm not sure why. but there was one thing which pissed me off.somewhat.

some son of a bitch dickhead, probably the same fucking son of a bitch dickhead who sprayed painted the school, poured detergent or some other soap thing into the Koi pond. now, THAT's fucked up.

spray painting and vandalizing school property can be attributed(but not forgiven) to frustration and a desire to take revenge against the school.but you tell me, what reason could you possibly have for killing at least a dozen Koi fish?

i mean, come the fuck on.i'm no great animal lover.i eat meat everyday and love it, but even to me,this is some seriously fucked up shit. you got the balls to paint the school, thats your pride or whatever shit.killing a dozen over innocent and helpless fish? fuck you in hell.

i saw this P.E. teacher outside the Koi pond in the morning.he was looking at the bubbling Koi pond(actually,since the Koi has all been killed,i think its gonna be called the Pond from now on) and he said:

"Our Education System Has Failed."

i can see why he'd think that way, but i seriously doubt the wisdom in his words. if you would care to refer to my previous post,you would see that our education is but a futile endeavor to educate students with soul-less information, not knowledge.you can say moral education and stuff, but seriously,what section in the school rules say: No Spray Painting Or Filling Ponds With Detergent After You've Graduated?

oh,did i just say After You've Graduated? whoopsies.

anyway, i'm quite sure the education system could have done nothing to prevent this.you can't educate someone to not hate others. its one of those things which has to be experienced and learnt, not educated.

so ya.summary: spray painting: bad but somewhat a symbol of ballsyness. killing Koi fish with detergent: really really fucked up and i hope whoever killed the Koi dies.like,a thousand times.and gets castrated like,twice the number of that.cos he deserves it.completely.

come on.they're innocent Koi fish.

P.S. i can't post any pics cos i dont have.hee hee.and also cos mr.teo say cannot.

Moving on.

social segregation. you've probably heard of this term in SS and know what it means.if not,you're quite screwed.

anyways.i try my best not to like,be a discriminator. i do have people i dislike, but i try not to dislike people simply because others dislike him, and laugh at him. if you dislike someone,its ok.cos, you have your reasons. but if you dislike someone simply because others tell you to dislike him,i think its quite fucked up.

personally,i dislike this guy,whom 90% of the class dislikes. they laugh at him for any imaginable reason; dressing, opinions, even his looks. i shamefully admit i have participated in such as well, but now,seriously,i'm trying to stop. but still, i cant shake the fact that i dislike him because of a particular deed he has done.

imagine this. one of your best friends has this girlfriend.and your best friend's results are not very good.

would you A)persuade your best friend to work harder
B)advise him to not spend so much time with his girlfriend
C)tell the girlfriend to break with your best friend because she's affecting his studies.

i'm quite sure normal people would choose A or B.but our dear friend her chose C. i mean,seriously.whats your problem? what kind of a person...what kind of shit would do that?seriously. you can say all this kind of stupid arrogant shit,but i mean,what the hell.

i dont wanna judge,but its believed he did so because he has a liking for the girlfriend himself. i'm gonna give him the benefit of the doubt,and assume he doesnt.but if he does, he really needs to die.
this is NOT a hate post.i'm just saying why i dont like this guy.i dont mean any offense,its just that i want to point out what you have done that might have lead to why so many people dislike you.

at least,i dislike you because you backstabbed one of your friends.

No short story or update.just a noob poem and a rant.

2008-09-28T08:09:00.001-07:00

Poem this time:

Beneath the twinkling stars above
I dream of the smile of the girl i love
When will i learn?
Oh foolish me
She's in the arms of another, smiling at he.

How i rage how i burn
How i bleed how i churn
My tears of sorrow
My tears of pain
Understood by none, I cry out in vain.

'It is not meant to be,'
To me said she
Innocent words she uttered, yet my heart bled.
Since then my life is lost, hanging by a thread.

I am now a puppet
One without a name.
My strings are frayed
Limp and lifeless I lay.

With a wooden throat, my voice is heard by none.
Cursing my damned wooden legs, I try in vain to run.
My wooden hands reach out,but what is there to hold?
My love-my girl-my all
Has abandoned me, all alone and cold.

Wooden and dead, a puppet without strings
Just like a bird without its wings.
I no longer move I no longer dance.
I am but someone she might have known once.

damn lousy poem.FYI,the poem which you see everytime you come to my blog is written by me a long time ago.

my point is,notice how,even after i put in lots of effort,my poem sucks shit?the lack of creativity and flair is caused the very people who talk about promoting it.

i mean,look at our education system.hardly anything is a test of one's creative and innovative spirit.Maths Chem Bio History Social Studies all is just memory work and tedious dull practice.Literature is all about contextual knowledge.if you write with "style and flair" ok la,you get a 18 or maybe even a 20.But without contextual knowledge there will never be an A1.Chinese compo and letter writing is not so much creativity as formats and memorized sayings.English essay is the only thing i think tests one creativity,cos there is no set format for writing a narrative(maybe have and if so,just proves my point.).But the dead formatting shit comes back in situational.then compre is hit-or-miss.wow.look at the amount of creativity our education system promotes!I'm sure we'll all be tingly with creative spirit once we go through secondary school!

yet them assholes want to talk about creativity.its something which is bloody difficult to get back after its lost.if everyone's creativity is smothered and crushed when they're in secondary school, i wonder how they expect to bring it out later on?in JC,where only more memory work exists?Oh oh,maybe in work,where all the thousands of documents to type and piles of stuff to file will facilitate our path towards a creative and innovative nation!

Yeah.you know what?all this talk about creativity,well those bastards who say this shit can take it and stuff it up their fucking asses,cause this shit they talk about, versus the very education modules they design strike me as a tad hypocritical.

Just in case you don't realize it, yeah, i am somewhat slightly in a bad mood when i'm writing this.I guess its the pressure of the coming O's.feels like you're being strapped to the tracks and the train's coming and all you have is a goddamn fucking toothpick.yeah,my results suck.just like the small useless toothpick.how can i prepare myself for the O's?

I know,its not cause i'm stupid,its cause i don't work hard.But seriously,i don't know how.its like just like how an A1 student might not be good at sports.which brings me to the topic of WHY is it not acceptable that someone can just naturally be a slacker?

Trust me,there is such a thing as a natural slacker.explain to me why some people cannot work hard even when their entire future hangs on the line,even though they're supposed to be smart?hard work may come naturally to some,a little harder to others.so why is it that people who don't work hard are hated by teachers and stuff?why are there different methods to score at O level's for people who are naturally smart and for people who aren't smart but mug, but there isn't a different method to score at O level's for people who are slackers?

so if you don't work hard,there is no place in the world for you?
say that out loud,and think deep down,does it sound stupid?
maybe not,but thats only cos since young,the "virtue" of working hard has been instilled in us as wondrous and important.as if not working hard is a sin.in the past,people who are slackers but smart can get through life.but now,slackers who are smart have no chance at all,simply cos our syllabus don't call for logical,common sense or out-of-the-box thinking anymore.it calls for hardcore memory work and tedious spamming. no matter how smart are you, you can't know whats the names of the different types of enzymes without memorizing and mugging.thats why i don't believe anyone who gets 16 or below for L1R5 doesn't study.

those people who shit others and say,i don't study at home,i only play games la but still get good results are the bastardest of the the bastards.full of hot fucking bullshit.come on.tell me how'd you get A1 in chemistry if you didn't mug the solubility of different substances?nothing personal, but FUCK YOU.just admit you're mugging.dickheaded liars.

me?i don't study at home,and my results suck.i'm not proud of my results.i'm not that dumb.but at least i know i got the balls to say what i am.i rather people think i suck cos i don't mug and get shit grades,than love me cos i lie about not mugging and get good grades.

Ha.that saying.look,how would YOU feel if you find out the guy you think damn smart cos he dont mug and score turns out to be lying?yet so many people think that only losers say the 'i rather be truthful and hated than be a liar and loved.'ok man.if its cool to hang with completely lying and selfish retarded dicks,its up to you.

in the past,truth and..uh...honor was valued above all else.now,they're like a liability if you want to succeed la.you tell someone, you freaking liar.he'll probably just say something like,'so?what you gonna do?'the world is rotting.people may call it progress and advancement, but tell me how progressed we are if we can't trust anyone anymore?everyday there is a new way to scam people of their money,everyday law enforcements invent new rifles,grenades,vehicles, just so that the enemy can use these weapons against them.

the arms race is stupid.example.kelvar vest invented by armies to protect people from bullets.then when the bad guys like robbers and terrorists start wearing kelvar vests,the so called 'good guys' invented armor-piercing rounds to take the bad guys down.then the bad guys start using amour piercing rounds too and then the police get pissed and ban these 'cop-killer rounds'.WOW.who invented them in the first place?quite dumb la.if the stupid US didn't invent the nuclear bomb in the first place,other countries would not have taken it as a cue to build their own.

there can be said to be the argument that,if the US didnt invent it first some other country would invent it.Fine.then you might as well say,if we don't kill people we don't like first,they might turn around and kill us later?
its a stupid logic.everyone should just NOT run this stupid arms race.isnt it quite obvious from historic examples that,the deadlier the weapons you invent,the deadlier the weapons used against you?

end of rant.feeling much better.while i shouldnt be blogging but should be muggin,i needed to vent my frustration and stress before i went insane.

Not Novel, Today's a short story.

2008-09-23T07:03:00.000-07:00

no continuation today.i'm feeling mellow..(mellow means sad and dreamy and depressed,not in a serious way but a romantic way.)i'm gonna write a short story(i.e. a story which is only one blog post length.)title will be...

Late

God, i hated her, i thought as i knelt before her grave. The flowers i held cut into the palms of my trembling hands as i tightened my grip. Amongst this jungle of stone tombs she lay, serene and vile in her peace. She died peacefully enough in her sleep, but her death left anything but tranquility within me. I relaxed my grip as i slowly placed the flowers on the ground. She had been the perfect girl in school, all smiles and good grades. With guys of every age and type confessing to her, she redefined the saying, 'love held no boundaries'. But she always rose above it all, turning down each and every suitor. My fists were clenched as i thought back to those days. The pretentious and arrogant girl.

She had transferred in from another school and had sat next to me all year, a quiet yet powerful force. Whenever there was a break, or if there was time in between classes, guys and girls would crowd her, babbling incessantly about how beautiful she was and obsessing over her perfection.

'You are just so...so perfect, Jamie! " girls would squeal.'I am so jealous of you!'

'Oh!' she'd chuckle.'I'm not! I mean, I'm so bad at sports! Couldn't even kick a soccer ball properly, remember?'

'Don't be silly, Jamie! Its alright for a girl to be bad at sports.'another guy added.'You're so pretty, your results are one of the best, and you make friends so easily too!'

'I had trouble fitting at school at first, mind you.'she then scrunched her mouth up into a playful little pout, as if cross they did not remember.But she smiled again and continued,'Lucky i had Martin here to help me.'

I looked up at the mention of my name, only to be greeted with the faces of disgust from her friends. 'What's it got to do with me, little Miss Perfect?'

'What'd you say?'a guy would shout.'Yeah,who do you think you are?' another would agree.

'Ugh. Whatever.' and I would then leave the classroom. I hated that pretentious girl.

It was near the December holidays that she developed lung cancer. Of course, she did not know until it was too late. It turned out that she had been attending school all the time, dismissing her constant coughing and difficulty of breathing to a bad cold. A gloomy and dark atmosphere fell over the class, no, the whole school when news of her fatal misfortune spread. It was not long before our class organized a visit. Our class president had came to speak to me about it.

'Martin. I don't know why you hate her so much although she's been nothing but an angel to you, taking all your insults and hostility with a warm smile. If it were up to me, I wouldn't even let you within five feet of her. But Jamie requested that everyone be there, including you, so you'd better turn up.'

I did.

At the hospital, everyone was shocked at how pale she had become. Her lips were as white as the sheets draped over her rail thin body; her hair was coarse, understandable from the lack of care. Her once high and perfectly angled cheek bones seemed bony and hollow under the harsh hospital lights, yet her eyes remained as alert and bright as ever.

'Everyone, I'm so glad you came!' she smiled her usual smile, but the thin lips framing it only served as a grim reminder of what had once been.

We all left her specially specified private room and took turns going in. Most came out crying and bawling, none came out dry eyed. Finally it was my turn. I entered her room under the harsh stares of everyone.

'Martin! Its great to see you.' she laughed. 'How have you been?'

'Fine.'

'That's good.' she then suddenly took my hand. 'Martin, you're a great guy. You're just so shy and defensive. Open up, and you'll find yourself surrounded with lovely friends and beautiful girls.'

'Like you? I'd rather not.'

But i did not pull my hand away.

She died two days after in her sleep, and many skipped school to attend her funeral.

I stood up and stared at her grave. Why? I hated her, I'm sure i did. So why were tears welling up in my eyes? Why was my chest so tight? Why was i so sad?

The distant rumble of an engine pulled me from my thoughts, and footsteps in my direction followed.

'Martin, is it? Are you here to visit Jamie?' asked the voice which the footsteps belonged to.

I turned and found myself looking at an aged version of her.

'Oh, where are my manners. I'm Jessica, Jamie's sister.' the woman smiled and extended her hand. 'Jamie talked a lot about you. She often said how good looking you were, and how kind you were to her in school.'

This came to me as a surprise. Her? Talking about me?

Jessica's eyes teared up as she started remembering things she alone knew. She soon blinked back the tears. 'Oh, I almost forgot. Jamie asked me to pass this to you, even if I had to hunt you down.' the older woman smiled. 'I really must get going. It was nice meeting you, Martin. And... I'm sorry about Jamie.' she then turned and left.

Sorry? About Jamie?

I opened the envelope she had handed me and took out the letter which was in it.

Dear Martin, I'm probably not around anymore by the time you read this letter. I'm really sorry, but i knew i couldn't fight it forever. So i wrote this down.

Remember, Martin, when i first arrived here? You hardly looked at me. I was a little miffed then, because you seemed so rude. Ha ha. But that day, when i had trouble opening my locker, you helped me pry it open, and when i was panicking that i hadn't brought my maths textbook, you gave me yours and got punished for it. Ha ha. I was really puzzled. Why did you seem so distant from me, but helped me so much? i was mystified.

But over the past year, I've learned a lot about you. You don't have many friends, but that's not because you're a horrible person. You're just shy and so defensive. You wouldn't let anyone in. I don't know what happened that made you that way, but you can't go own like that! Come on, Martin!

Ha ha. I guess thats partly why i didn't tell you. I had planned to tell you all along, but i was so afraid, because you were so defensive and... and before i knew it i had this disease. Looking on the bright side, I guess I've got nothing to be scared of now.

No. No, no, no. She can't do this. I hated her. I loathed her. She was just a false, pretentious, arrogant, fake girl. No.

I love you, Martin. I loved you. You were so nice to me, in your own way. You didn't fawn over my looks, or my grades. You were kind to me before anyone else was. You cared for me when i was just a girl, not Jamie yet.

No.

But i guess its too late by now.

I wished i had the courage to tell you this before, Martin, but i was just so scared. Scared of being rejected, scared of losing you completely, scared of knowing you didn't love me too. Its alright now. I'm sorry, Martin.

Love, Jamie

No. She... loved me. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

'You can't do this to me.' I knelt back down in front of Jamie's grave and gripped it tightly. 'Why? Why now? Why now? Its not fair. I hated you. I hated you because you're fake and proud and selfish and stupid and....and...' I could hold it back no more. My tears flowed free and fast, each drop like a a brick off the burden i carried.

I hated Jamie. I did. But not because she was pretentious, not because she was arrogant.

No.I hated her because she left before i could tell her.

Before i could tell her that i loved her.

But i guess its too late now.

'

Chapter 3:Romance sucks.

2008-09-16T05:20:00.000-07:00

ok,genre decided.it'll be a action-fantasy romance.i guess.same as my first one.sounds like what a girl would write?well screw you.i'll prove you wrong.
another thing is,i've been depressed at the practically empty tagboard.that makes me sad.

HA.dogshit.i don't give a fack.don't tag lor.you very big ah.
ok.that aside.today's continuation will be short.so yeah.

BEN

At the age of 15,it was,to many,practically compulsory to have a girlfriend.Ben adhered to this rule,of course.After all,it was just another aspect of being popular.
Which is not to say that Ben didn't love her.He did,with all his heart,and was profoundly elated whenever they went on a date.And today they were going to the movies.

Ben had arrived at the cinema early;the mark of a gentleman.And he was nervous,he always was,no matter how many times they had been on a date.It was sadly,a defect in the new personality he had created.A flaw he couldn't correct.Why would one of the most popular guys in school get nervous on a date with a girl?

"Hey!Ben!You're early."

Ben's head whipped about,his heart beating crazily.It was like having a rabbit on steroids in your chest.There she was.Ben smiled,and waved.

"Janice!You're here!"

RICK

"One,two,three,four..."
Rick was up on the school rooftop,counting the stars which sparkled in the sky.It was on a night like this,in a way like this,that he confessed to Janice.Of course,it wasn't in a place like this.They were 12 back then;not really the age where they would even think of sneaking up on to the school rooftop.It was in a field.Rick smiled.While he often wished that he had confessed to Janice in a field of white flowers,with a dash of red roses-it was in fact a plain old grass field,the type often used for soccer matches.He still remembered the incessant mosquitoes back then.

Rick and Janice started out as friends in primary school(then on to good friends,then best friends,then lovers...that usually only happens in movies and books,Rick thought sourly).It was a natural match up,you could say.Rick was the rowdy delinquent,Janice was the well-behaved model student.As the saying goes,opposites attract.It wasn't long before Janice reached a helping hand out to lonely Rick,who no one liked.It was hard to like someone when his fist flies your way whenever he loses at anything.

Janice was well liked- not only were her grades the best in the level,she always wore a beaming smile and was nice to everyone.It was almost a sin to nott like her.Still,popular or not,not even Janice could reform Rick.
According to his late father,in his exact words,"There is no human being alive,machine running,or force of nature able to change Rick.Bastard."He'd been joking about that last part,but his words held wisdom.Rick loved violence.Not as in a serial-killer,wife-beater kind of way though.
Once,he hit a classmate who called him a stupid brainless pig.Rick was angry and wanted the other kid to shut up.Though he wasn't very good with words,Rick realized(at his classmates' expense)that a fist conveyed what he wanted to say fairly effectively,albeit with less grace.

Janice changed all that.She taught him how to walk away,how to 'take the high road,above their cheap insults.'She had said this with such a serious and righteous face that Rick couldn't help laughing aloud,which made Janice angry with him for a few hours after that.Their friendship blossomed over the next few years,and before they knew it,love permeated the air. But Rick hadn't the courage to bring it up,and Janice believed it to be the boy's duty to confess first.

On the very last day of school,there was a heavy mood about them.Rick's results were horrendous;despite the hard work he put in upon the realization that he loved Janice and wanted to spend his life with her,it was too late.Rick was posted to a mediocre school,while Janice was welcomed with open arms by one of the top institutions.They spent the last day together in the park,talking and losing themselves in the huge playground there.
Night crept up on them and the sky was awash with stars before they knew it.Rick lay on the field and stared up at the night sky.At his side was Janice.The feeling of dread came back as Rick knew it was soon time to bid their farewells.He didn't want it.Janice was his best friend;his only friend in the school.He loved her,and was quite sure she felt the same.There was no way Rick could let it end,not this way.

"Hey,Jan."

"Yup?"Janice smiled.

"I...er...I like you.I know we're going different schools,but can you wait for me until after secondary school?"Rick sat up and looked at her,his eyes burning with passion,his face burning for an entirely different reason.

"Rick..."

It was too late to turn back,and Rick pressed on,conscious of how much he was blushing.
"I'll work really,really hard,so we can go to the same school after secondary school,and..and the same school after that,and the same school after that...words"Rick's voice trailed off as he waited for Janice's reply.

"Of course Rick!Its a promise!"Janice smiled,tears rolling down her cheeks."Its our promise!"

Rick sat up on the roof and smiled to himself,wondering if Janice still remembered the promise they made.

BEN

"Oh,the movie was great Ben.Don't you think so?Especially the part when Spiderman swung out from the side of the building and kicked the stupid green goblin in the face!"Janice smiled,hanging on to Ben's arm.

Ben smiled back and nodded,patting her on the head."Yeah.It was great."

They walked out of the cinema hand in hand,on the way to their favorite shop for ice-cream.Janice tipped her head upwards and smiled at the night sky.

"What's so funny?"Ben asked.

"Oh,nothing.I just remembered this boy back in primary school..."

Ben was taken aback by this.Another boy?Who was he?What was he like?A nerdy type?That he could handle.What if it turned out to be one of those gangsters who had tattoos and piercings?Shit,he couldn't fight those...

"Are you jealous?"Janice grinned slyly.

God,she was cute,Ben thought."N-no.Of course not.what makes you think so?"

"Well,you're gripping my hand awfully tightly..."

"Oh.Sorry."Ben let go of Janice.

"Don't worry,Ben.He's just a memory.I have you now."Laughing,Janice slipped her arm through Ben's again."Though,he was real good-looking."She scanned Ben from head to toe."Real good-looking."

Ben stopped walking.

"Hahaha!Look at you!I'm joking,Ben.Let's go!"

He better look out for this boy-back-in-primary school,Ben thought to himself.

ooooooh.interesting chapter,even if i do say so myself.damn short.haha.the action starts up next chapter,
Chapter 4:Goddammit!

ok,aside from my story.last sunday my mum got stabbed with a splinter.it was like,almost a cm long piece of wood.it was all the way in her skin.then she ask me use needle help me dig it out.i was like,WTF.i don't know what to do la,bloody hell.you want me?to use a needle and dig through your skin and pull out a cm long splinter?no shitting way man.but then,this feeling hit me la.like,this helplessness.

Cos,for you ignorant asses,a splinter,if not removed and the wound cleaned,can lead to infections and complications and in extreme cases,death.

so i couldnt remove it,she couldnt remove it,and i was like,shit.then at that time,i was like,really scared la.she could've died.i dont know why i got so worried over a small splinter.perhaps its cos of my grandfather's recent passing bah.realised how fragile life can be.you can call me a coward,no balls,humji.fine la.

so yeah.i guess thats why i was so hum when the stupid splinter was stuck.it was removed in the end,by the way.so yeah.uh.moral of the story ah.uh.treasure your,um,family.yeah.fag.ok.

anyways,next story update should be much more interesting than this romance crap which most of you guys out there wouldn't know how to appreciate.more action and a...fictional twist bah.smthing like that.

Chapter 2: Basketballs,Cut Lips and Essays.

2008-09-11T05:35:00.000-07:00

i thought of a name.but i'm not using it.not yet anyways.
today's story is...well,a continuation,but with a different character.i've thought more about it,and i guess it would be a mystery romance?perhaps fantasy bah.not sure.i'm not exactly an expert...i'm doing this for fun.haha.well,lets go.

BEN

"Hey,over here!Ben!"

Ben kept his eyes focused on the guy in front of him,but he noted the call.It was fifteen minutes into the game,and twenty five into recess time.Ben had three minutes to finish this up and get back to class.Narrowing his eyes,Ben took a step to the left and,expectedly,the defender flinched in the same direction.That was all it took.Ben quickly transferred the steady rhythm of the ball to his right hand and burst past the defender,who had no time to move to his left to get in Ben's way.It was there,the path to the basket.Another step to his right followed with a quick 360 in the opposite direction and Ben would have danced around the last man in his way-

"Heads up,Jack!"Ben threw the ball straight towards the guy who had called earlier.

Jack gasped,and scrambled to catch the ball.Ben then dived forward,and,using his body as a screen,stopped the final defender from denying Jack passage.Jack ran towards the basket,and threw the ball up...only to miss.The basketball bounced off the screen and out of the court.

RIIING!!The bell had gone.Ben sighed and shook his head.He was late for class.Again.

Ben trudged up to class,admiring the other guys who were strolling back to their classes.Ben sighed again.He did like maths,and he did like his maths teacher.But she was old...fashioned.Because of this,she didn't tolerate latecomers,for whatever reason they could come up with.Much less basketball.Ben knocked,and bowed,managing a weak smile at his teacher.His survival now depended on his teacher's mood that morning.Not exactly an encouraging thought.

"Why are you late?"Ms.Leong had her head cocked at an angle backwards with an arched eyebrow,to indicate her puzzlement.Ben did a mental eye-roll at this.Of course she knew;she just wanted to hear Ben confess.

"I...uh...was playing...um...basketball."Ben muttered apologetically.

"Hmph.The next time anyone is late(Despite the use of the word,Ms Leong clearly indicated Ben.)they shall stand outside of the class.Really,we don't have enough time as it is!Your exams are coming up-"

Ben sat down,glad that the heat had been taken off his back.Ms Leong was now preaching to the entire class.Ben liked maths,and Ben liked his maths teacher.Its just that he liked basketball more.

After school that day,Ben was approached by his basketball mates.

"Hey!Why did you pass the ball away just now?"one boy asked in puzzlement.

Ben smiled and shrugged."Seemed to be the best way.There was that guy..."

"Bullshit!You could've maneuvered past him!And you had The Stance."

Well,this was a first for Ben."The...The Stance?"Ben grimaced."What are you talking about?"

"You know,The Stance.The one you get whenever you see a way straight to the basket!Your arms would stretch backwards,your chest would go low,your right leg would be slide to the front,and your dribbling would speed up a little!The Stance!"

Ben laughed at this."Sure,Ken.If you say so."

But Ben knew that.It was a habit since young.He also knew he'd have scored the winning point if he had went straight for the basket.But Jack was new to the school;he transferred in.Rumor had it that he was caught stealing and was expelled.As a result,Jack,despite his friendly nature,had little friends.Ben felt sorry for him and could relate.He knew what it was like to be lonely.That's why Ben had passed Jack the ball,but his intentions seemed to have backfired.His friends were all laughing at Jack for missing a free shot.

"There weren't any more defenders and he missed!How could he have missed?"smirked one of the guys.

"Yeah.He's useless!Stupid little thief.Right Ben?"

Ben remembered a time when he too was the victim of such insults.Something inside tugged at him,called out for him to speak up for Jack.The childish and despicable bastards weren't that much better and they were acting arrogant and superior.It wasn't Jack's fault he wasn't good at basketball.What right did they have to say such things?What right?

"Y-Yeah."Ben smiled weakly.

RICK

Rick now stood in the Principal's office,his hands in his pockets,his eyes affixed at a potted plant in the corner of the room.Daniel stood next to Rick,with a gash on his elbow and the beginnings of a black eye.He wasn't looking at the potted plant but had a more profound admiration for the tips of his shoes.

"Well?You boys seemed to be less interested in shoes and plants just now.In fact,you boys seemed to be much more interested in ripping each other's throats out!"the Principal bellowed.

Rick's eyes followed the plant stem up,and continued on that line till he was looking at a picture of the Principal himself.He seemed to have more hair then,thought Rick.

"He stwarted it."Apparently Daniel had a cut lip too,and had trouble speaking properly.

Rick scratched his thigh through his pocket fabric and sniffed.

"Take your hands out of your pockets now,Rick."Rick did so."Ok,now tell me what happened."Daniel started to open his mouth,but was silenced by a sharp glance from the Principal.

Rick returned his gaze to the plant and sniffed again.

"Rick..."

"It's nothing.We were just playing."mumbled Rick.Each word seemed to carry a heavy weight,and Rick seemed to have trouble pulling them out of his mouth.

"Playing?PLAYING?"the Principal's voice raised an octave.He then took a deep breath,and continued."It interests me,Rick,as to what games do boys play nowadays which results in a cut lip and a black eye?Stop lying to me Rick."

Daniel's reputation clearly graced the Principal's ears before as he seemed to be paying no heed to the boy.This pleased Rick.

"Nothing.Serious.We were just playing around."this wasn't exactly a lie- Rick was having fun.On the other hand,Daniel wasn't.

The Principal raised an eyebrow at Daniel(finally).

"Y-yeah.We...uh...were jwust pwraying around." Daniel wasn't too dumb,Rick gave him that.An investigation would show that Daniel,contrary to his claims,did start the fight.Despite what teachers and parents said about how the one who continued the fight was as much at fault as the one who started it,they generally tended to look more harshly at the aggressor.

"You don't seem too good at this game at all,Daniel."

Rick tried to hide his laughter at this,so what came out was a muffled pfft,and his mouth held the hint of a smile.

"You wittle-"Daniel started.

"Stop it!Both of you,a 1000 word essay on why kids shouldn't be playing such games,on my table,tomorrow morning.Daniel,go back to class.Rick,you stay behind."the Principal gestured at the door with his hand,and Daniel limped out grudgingly.He had a sprained ankle too.

"Rick."the Principal sighed."I can't keep protecting you every time you get in a fight!I'm supposed to be impartial,you know."

"Sorry,Micheal."Rick muttered.

"Mr.Tan.Didn't i tell you?At school you're to call me Mr.Tan!"Micheal took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes."You barely slipped into Secondary 4 with the numerous fights you've got last year.Your one saving grace is you've always shown respect for the teachers.Really,i don't get you.Most kids like you would be shouting at teachers and skipping school.You greet teachers,get decent grades,yet you still manage to get yourself into fights all the time.How do you do it,Rick?"

"You'd rather i shout at the teachers?"Rick peeked up at Micheal.

"God no!You're giving me enough problems as it is.I know i promised your dad,bless his soul,that i'd take care of you.but you're not really giving me much to take care of.I don't know what you do after school,i don't know what's going through your mind when you get in these fights,i don't know who you are Richard."

"Sorry."Rick flinched a little at the use of his full name.It sounded weird to him.

"Anyway.Gwen's coming over tonight to make dinner.You coming home?"Micheal knew Rick never approved of his girlfriends,but it was his house after all.The least Rick could do is put up with it.

"I'll be late."

Micheal blew out a sigh and shook his head."Of course you'll be.You can go now,Rick.Remember,the 1000 word essay.And,Rick?"

"Yes?"

"Just...just take care of yourself,Rick.Your father was a good man.You're all that's left of him."

Rick didn't understand that,but nodded and left.

OOOK.that felt good.
well,the story's off to a slow start,but i'm kinda trying to intro characters.Um.by the next or next next post,should enter the interesting part.hopefully.thanks for taking the time to read that,i'm grateful.honest.well,tomorrow got maths.like,double maths.wan die liao.oh well.i gots to go sleep le.if i'm not going to mug,the least i should do is not fall asleep during exam bah.

so,till next time.

Chapter 1:Punch Punch Kick Throw

2008-09-10T07:40:00.000-07:00

its a weird sensation.i feel like blogging,but i got nothing to blog about.perhaps its called being bored.

anyways.

in light of being so bored(despite the onslaught of biology tml...)i'll try writing a novel online.

well,my primary school teacher as asked me many times to write her another story/novel.i wrote one for her when i left p6 and according to her,she loved it.heh heh.

i like writing.its...relaxing and fun.while ultimately pointless...isn't that the same with most things we do?
ok.before this post turns philosophical...

here we go!

RICK

Rick looked forlornly out the window,hoping something more interesting would be taking place.The history syllabus seemed to encourage a lack of participation or interest in the students,Rick thought sourly.The trees rustled in the cool morning breeze,sending leaves fluttering into the wind.Rick turned his attention back to the lesson,simply so that the teacher wouldn't catch him spacing out.

"It was in response of Hitler's expanding ego and control did France and Britain finally decide to take up arms..."

No change there.Rick,having fulfilled his minimum required role in history class,slid a glance at Janice.Or rather,a picture of her.It was a treasured item of Rick's.The photo was always in his wallet,and the wrinkles it bore told tales of years past.Three years actually.

Rick smiled at the picture.Janice was attractive alright;she had dark brown eyes that shone like rubies.Framing those dreamy eyes was a perfectly shaped face,with skin as smooth as silk(this was assumption on Rick's part,clearly he'd never felt it before.).Her nose was like a budding flower,small and cute,her lips inviting and moist...To either side of her face,wisps of smoky black hair fell,the rest pulled back into a ponytail.Her hair flowed like a river of stars,dark and shiny.

She was the perfect girl.

Ding!!Rang the bell.History was over.Rick stood up and stretched,relieved to have survived the escapades of Hitler and his mustached friend(Salin?Statin?Stalin?Yeah,Stalin.).Toilet,toilet,Rick thought urgently,and he was on his way,hands in his pocket when a fellow classmate approached him.

"Hey you.Rick.This your doing?"the bigger and taller guy motioned at a table with scribblings on it.

Rick raised an eyebrow in question.

"Did you do this,dimwit?"repeated the guy,this time with more bite behind the bark.

Some of the class had gathered to see what was going on.

"No."Rick muttered,impatient to get this over with.

"You sure?'Cos this sure looks like the crap you scribble in your little book."

Sadly,this was true.Rick was no great artist,but he enjoyed sketching(not scribbling) when he was bored,and his sketches,truth be told,weren't exactly Van Gough.

"Piss off."Rick then tried to push past the guy.

"Wh-What did you say?"the guy's voice raised a notch."You know who i am,you little shit?I'm THE Daniel,man.You don't ask me to piss off."And he shoved Rick backwards."You itching for a fight,kid?"

Rick rolled his eyes and walked past THE Daniel.Which clearly upset him,as he proceeded to grab Rick's collar.

Now,this finally sparked off a certain response from Rick.Or,more specifically,he got excited.

"You started it."smiled Rick,and he turned around with a quick step and unleashed a sharp jab at Daniel's stomach.

"Omph!"Air burst from his mouth as his lungs were emptied.Rick pulled back his right hand and Daniel raised his arms to block.Using his left arm,Rick pushed upwards from under Daniel's arms,breaking his guard.Then,in one swift fluid motion,he grabbed Daniel's right arm with his left,and pulling at Daniel's shirt,Rick swung the larger boy forward.The force Rick used,combined with the momentum of his movements effectively floored Daniel.Shocked,he lay on the floor,staring at Rick.

"You son of a-"Daniel scrambled to his feet and jumped at Rick,fueled on by his classmates' shouts and his bruised pride.

Rick smirked.And it's just the first week of school,he thought.

Ok.that's it for now.so far,so shit.i know,this isnt Jeffery Archer or Steven King...sorry bout that.anyways.i'll continue this in my next blog post,hopefully after the exams.thanks for reading,comments would be appreciated.Note though,any semblance in this story to characters living or dead are purely coincidental.really.honest.

2008-09-09T06:32:00.000-07:00

Muggers.

some of the guys i know,will say that muggers suck.some might think,you dont mug you're stupid.o levels leh!

i mean,ok.o levels.duh,must study.but...mug?i dont know.i'm not in much of a position to point out the evils of mugging,cos its proven their results are better than mine(pfft.)but are results all that matter?

the way i see it,life is too short to be wasted on preparations.we prepare for work by studying,so we can get a well-paying job.we work hard to earn money so we can prepare for our children's education and retirement.

see a problem?

its like,you're given 5 minutes for a free-for-all grab-athon,where you can take whatever you want from a shopping mall for free,but only for five minutes,and as much as your trolley can hold.with the current society?its like,we spend 4 minutes making a list of what we need and want.i mean,sure.you dont waste space in your basket with unneeded stuff...but you're only left with like, a minute.
life's the same way.most of us hope to study till university so we can prepare for work.thats 18 years gone for girls,21 for men.roughly.we then spend about,say,30?40 years working to prepare for retirement and get a good home and stuff.by then you're what,60?most live only till 80 so you got 20 out of 80 years to enjoy life.bloody great deal.

at this point,some might argue,but we do find fun in those years!of course you do.but is it enough?i dont know.for me,i feel that,friends,family,love,fun,kids should all come first,forever.not only when exams are over.or when you finished your homework.like,if a friend needs your company then like,go.shouldnt say,'i got to prepare for the exams man.'
if like,your family decides to go out on a trip or something,then you decline cos you want to mug. then when you have a kid,dont ever like,leave him alone just so you can earn money for him.like,the kid wants attention and love,not only money.

i know i know,people out there(like,parents,teachers,responsible students) will say stuff like,so?friends not forever one,results more important.family can always spend time with them.why worry?results first.earn money for my kids so they can go university,then they will thank me.
duuuudes.how will you know?there are two sides to every coin.you might die in an accident tomorrow.your friend might die in an accident tomorrow.your family(touch wood) might die in accident tomorrow.treasure them while you still can.do you seriously want to die without having truly enjoyed life,but only have prepared for it?

of course,there are people out there who would answer yes,and i'd agree.perhaps,you might feel better that,at least you've achieved something.for me?i'd rather die happy.i'd rather die with the memory of being happy and having fun.i'd rather die knowing i cheered my mum or dad up after spending time with them.
that's me.

you dont have to say it,i know.i'm a slacker.you might call this excuses.that i'm saying this to justify my lazy attitude.but who's to say being who i am is wrong?sadly,i doubt anyone would agree with what i'm saying.no one likes a lazy asshole.

i dont expect people to wake up,and understand that studying isnt everything.i study too,incase you guys have misconceptions.but i dont feel its everything.i'd never choose to study and not be there for a birthday,or say no to my mom if she thinks about going for dinner.

i'm not condemning muggers.they think studying is important,hey,sure.i want to be a mugger myself,sometimes.but...ultimately i'd rather be a slacker.to be myself.

well.anyways.i go study le.seriously.honest.i'm not that dumb.

FIne.

2008-08-28T08:15:00.000-07:00

ok,for those who care,i did say that i'd stopped blogging.but then,i also told my mum i'd grow up to be a successful guy so... yeah.

anyways.cos i recently got on this train of thought,and i can't get rid of it.so i decided to blog in .

stupid stuff.

thats what today's blog will be about.i wont be writing stupid stuff,i'll be writing about stupid stuff.

first up,stupid questions.
really,such things exist.our teacher once told us,there are no stupid questions.
well,i felt like,no.of course there's stuff like stupid questions.i'll even make a list for you right now.

1.who do you think you are?
-i mean,thats quite obvious isn't it?

2.why?
-if you ask this when someone says i need your underwear now.ok,its justified.
-however.if asked for something where,it doesn't concern you,or is quite obvious,it really is damn stupid. example.in class,i borrow pens and liquid paper and markers when i like,need them and have run out.so when i ask,'can i borrow your pen please?' it really pisses me off when he asks,'why?' oh oh,for a Do-It-Yourself anal check up. i mean,a pen is made for only so many reasons right?

[note,from now on i'll answer these questions with a quick shot of sarcasm.thats really all they deserve actually.you're free to use the responses listed here.]

3.why are you in such a hurry?(after stopping you in the middle of a run)
-oh,cause i have time to stop and explain myself to you.

4.what are you doing in there?(asked while i was in a toilet cubicle)
-oh,i'm swimming.the water's a little cold though.

ok,i think you get my point.

next up,stupid sayings.
this section isn't very big.just that,i'm quite like,strong about this particular one,so yeah.

1.you can't have your cake and eat it too.
-oh, like, wow.i know what it means.or is supposed to mean.(which is you can't have a completely good outcome;to gain something good,you must lose something.)but,like,what?whats the point of having a cake if i can't eat it?and how the hell can i eat a cake i don't have?wtf?

2.it never rains;it pours.
-now,thats being emo.

yeah.

thats the end of that.now,the boring part.
prelims were ok.so far.everyone's so bloody busy our band's postponed all jamming for a month now.ok.dont want to write so much bout my life.not all that interesting.

so.signing off here.peace,and tag la.please.

2008-07-30T06:35:00.000-07:00

today will be my last post until after o's.cos i'm a good, hardworking boy.

ha.

anyways,let's start off with the promised continuation of the rant.
Things I Hate: part 2

1.chain messages/mails.these are crappy things which some dick thought up in like his little smelly home while sitting at his rotten shit com.he would think,wow.i'm such a loser i guess i'll think up some message which curses someone's mother and force people against their will to send it.hehe.

here's the thing.i'm trusting and innocent la.then i often take these messages for real.simply cos i'm filial and don't want my mum to die or something.

maybe not.

anyways,i do pass these messages on if i'm in the mood,simply to see some of the replies by some guys.for example,i got this from one guy i forwarded a chain msg on to:
'Fuck you la you kena ran down by car'
haha.sorry.but its just so funny.

but yeah.i DO hate these kind of chain mails.if i ever find the little dick who invented chain mails i would probably mutilate him and then kill him or something.

so i make this resolution now to like,never pass on chain mails anymore.and you shouldnt too.shame on you.

2.dicks who block the bus aisle.those dickheads who like,selfishly block the whole aisle of the bus are assholes.they don't spare a thought for like,other passengers cos of their unnatural attraction to that particular spot on the bus.but what makes it worse is the other guys who like,dont push past the guy or ask him to move on.they just think,'oh theres a guy here.hunh.' and then stand there.so i took action on one such dick today.

i was like,getting on the bus after jamming,then i saw this not-ZhongHua boy standing at like the entrance of the bus,holding on to the ticket dispensing machine.if he was like,primary school or something,ok bah.but he was quite tall and wore like,low-hung shorts and ankle socks.so he's probably sec 2.he was,like talking to his friend who was sitting at the seat near the entrance door.i got on the bus and saw this not-ZhongHua guy.and i couldnt get past cos of his big bag.i was contemplating between asking him to move on or pushing him,then the bus driver was like,'boy,move in leh" to me la.
then i look at him and shrug my shoulders and said,'i can't.this guy'and i pointed to not-Zhong Hua boy' is blocking the way.'i said this quite loudly.
then the bus driver looked a little unhappy and say,'push him away la.'
and so i did.the not-ZhongHua boy looked quite sad.

ok,looking back at it,it was quite mean of me.and i probably wouldnt have done it to some gangster beng.no one would.so i guess i shouldnt have done it.but my point still stands la.DON'T BLOCK THE FRACKING AISLE OF THE BUS.i mean,like,please la.

3.whiny guys.i hate those dicks who are like,dicks la.and can't settle something without making a big fuss out of it.ok.i admit.this is quite a controversial point,and many might not agree with me.my mum doesn't,for one.i asked.

i inherited this be a man thing from my dad.i like to settle things like men.so i don't run to teachers and ask for help,or i ask my friends go beat up some guy i don't like.if i have a dispute with a guy,i choose to settle it as two guys.i don't care if i have to fight,have to talk it out,or have to apologize.i see it that,fighting is ok.so long as its for A)fun,or B)to solve a problem.cos after fighting things out,for me,all the anger and negative feelings gone.so if possible,i offer my hand and truce.i dont care if the other guy accepts or not,so long as i know i've forgiven,i dont feel bad about myself.

so whats the point of going to see teacher?like,you go see teacher,the problem gets resolved with both parties unhappy.then the animosity there.so uncomfortable.no matter if its a fight,a dispute,or some shit.just settle it as men; mano a mano as they say.

example.this is JUST a story.and is not TRUE at all,and it certainly didn't happen in our school at all.anyways.this guy,he was eating on the bus.then a few of his schoolmates took a picture of him somehow it spread and got posted on STOMP.wow.then eating-on-bus boy got a pissy and blew it up and involved teachers and parents and tried to track down the guy who posted the picture.

*sidenote,he got caught eating on the bus AGAIN the day after he blew up the whole thing.

but of course,this is all just FICTION,and is NOT true at all.

so my point is like,you know you're in the wrong.and although you don't know who's the poster,at least face up to it la.like,eating-on-bus boy got two choices.ask around,check it out until you find who is it and then go talk with the poster.or just take it la.STOMP is for posting this kind of thing one right?you got caught doing something dumb like this is you deserve it.worse part is he go tell teacher and complain and make a big fuss.WTH la.complete whiner and loserish attitude.

but,like i said.this is all just FICTION,and is NOT true.so yep.:D.

rant's over.sorry for the long post.cos last post before a long time.so yeah.

eh.now for the non-rant section.uh.basically:

band's doing ok.sounds a little good.and i see improvement.so lets hope.

school and stuff has been really stressing me out.especially since i hate doing homework.

i still hate people who countdown to o levels.

some teachers don't like me.i know its cos of my personality.so wish they would just tell me to my face,what is it that i do that annoys them,so i can change la.then they all just tiam tiam one.make me feel damn sad.

ok.this thing happened sometime back.damn funny.erm.me and a bunch of friends were like walking to j8.then one of the guys,chongxin,had this bubble tea la.and he doubted my pearl shooting abilities.i was offended and took the cup from him to prove him wrong.then gang gang hao,kaijie walked behind us with his friend.then the guys were like,shoot kaijie,shoot kaijie!so i turned around and faked a shot.he hid behind his friend la.i laughed,and turned back in front.when i turned around again,kaijie's friend was like,walking far away from him,and kaijie was like,'come la!'
so i obliged.
i shoot le,then he like,duck la.but due to my expert pearl-shooting abilities,i still was able to shoot two pearls into his shirt.haha.he quickly took them out and came over to zam me.lol.i could understand.
so the moral of the story is,don't judge a book by its cover.i might not look like much of a pearl shooter.but you never know.

i miss basketball but too busy to play le.

going to church like some kind of trend la.alot of people around me starting to go to church.not that i mind.

i don't know if i'm still in love or not.its so...grey.

ok.i've kinda ran out of things i can put publicly on my blog.and no,i dont mean perverted stuff you dicks.
i dont know why i keep calling others dicks.it feels smooth and easy to say,and is much less offensive then stuff like m***erf**ker or f**ker.
maybe its just me.

so.next time i'll post is(hopefully) after o levels.EXCEPT if some damn funny and important thing happens.so...signing off.

bloody shop-people.

2008-07-28T06:02:00.000-07:00

ok.today's post,is a rant.and i'll talk about everything i dislike,whether you agree or not,is none of my bloody business.

1.i hate dicks who count down to O' levels on their msn nicknames.mainly cause of two reasons:usually these people have decent results,or they have extremely bad ones.i hate the decent results one cos they're fracking muggers who say this kind of thing without consideration for those,who aren't as good and are feeling enough pressure as is.e.g.,me.
then the extremely bad results one.please la.i mean,you count down le,results still get like sai,quite diu lian right?i know my results suck.so i dont like,go try and show off by counting down.screw that.seriously.stop it.its a matter of time before i come after you asswipes with stick.

2.starers.stare-ers.whatever.those people who stare at you on buses and mrts.these people also can classify into two types:annoying starers,and hum ji starers.annoying starers are slightly better.simply cos annoying starers got balls.

annoying starers are those guys who stare at you when they're on the bus with you.a lesson to be learnt is only to stare back at someone you're confident of beating up or running away from.i've stared back at many people who have stared at me.glad to say i've never found the need to beat someone up or run away.cos usually the other party turns away first.mwahaha.

hum ji starers are dicks.cos,they're those type who either stare at you from off the bus,or from on the bus;in other words,when you can't whack them la.i once saw this guy.some school,not sure of age.he stared at me,and then i stared back.he quickly turned away and i felt accomplished(although a little childish).he got off two stops later,then he stood at the bus stop and kept staring at me.LOSERISH PIECE OF SHIT.haha.

3.hostile shop-people(forgot the name.can't be assed to remember.)those type who literally try to dig holes in you by staring while you shop around.like,once.i went to this shop.i shall not name this shop(its not Spade.) in case i get sued.oh.opps.anyways,this shop-guy comes up to me as soon as i walk into the shop and asks if he can help me.
ok,my standard procedure here would be,*smile*,say 'its alright.i browse myself.'

my reasoning is like,if i know what i'm looking for,i would go straight to you and ask for it right?but if i don't know, i don't see the point in you coming up to me and pressurizing me.it just puts me off and makes me want to zam the guy in the face.

anyways,the shop guy was all friendly and shit as he walked back into his little shit-hole corner.then i look around and saw this shirt.so i like,reach forward to try to take a closer look,and mr.shop-dick runs up to me and says,'can i help you with that?'

oh yeah.i'm an able bodied 16 year-old with two arms and two feet and i stand at 181,taller than shop-dick.of course i need you to help me with this shirt hanging at a waist length clothes rack.

so i said,'oh its alright.i'm quite sure i can manage.'so i take a look at the shirt,find it unsuitable,and i put it back.and i walk to another end of the shop.then at this point i saw out of the corner of my eye, shop-dick go the shirt i just looked at and smoothen it out.thats real nice of him.all that time i could feel his eyes digging into my back la.then the last straw was when i took saw this jacket and shop-dick start walking to me.i was majorly fracking pissed of by then so i walked out of the shop before he managed to reach me.

ok.thats about it for now.i got to get to homework...another thing i hate.but i'll leave that for next time.

2008-07-23T07:31:00.000-07:00

i mean,look at it this way,its a boy's school,we're supposed to NOT know girls.

today i was talking to my friend,and she brought up a point(before the argument) that got me thinking.guys from our school(catholic high.boy's school) thinking differently from those in mixed schools.we're:

1.childish
2.un-united
3.inconsiderate
4.annoying
5.childish

well i mean,we're definitely gonna differ somewhat from the guys in mixed schools.but what i'm puzzled to about is...why?though she assured me i wasn't,i fear i am.why?i don't know.
through careful deduction,i discovered we differ from mixed schools,cause there are no girls here.which,if i'm not wrong,means there will be no distractions and it will promote unity in our school.right?

apparently not.no girls here just means guys will look to outside sources for the opposite sex,either for companionship or a quick fling.either way,it would mean the guys will be less compelled to stay within school compounds,cos flirting and stuff will have to take place outside of school,where homework and mugging are supposed to take place.

but then,this theory also got problem.apparently the boys here have good grades too.why?we've been told,its not the teacher,its your effort.which means we make or break ourselves.so how come,with guys running off to find seek pleasures,results are still so good?(i have a couple of theories bout this one too,but dont wanna go any further from here,will be off-topic le)

but all that i have said,doesnt really answer the question;why are boy's school guys more childish an un-united than those in mixed schools?

perhaps its the girls.guys will constantly have to appear mature and smart and interesting in the constant competitive environment of a mixed school.so the guys there will actually have something to be mature about.whereas guys in cat high,have no real reason to be mature in school,right?we're all guys,right?

ok,so that answers why we might be more childish than mixed school guys.the disunity,however,is still a mystery.why?

according to y,girls in all-girls schools are also very united,living and breathing as a whole.here theres lots of discrimination and ostracizing happening.i'm guilty of such a thing,so i apologize.i dont know bout the others,but i feel that,guys are egotistical creatures.they all value 'face' more than anything.going all out in fights to win,refusing to apologize whether in the wrong or not,hating to admit being wrong.i try not to be like that...
but my point is that,egos are kinda like bubbles.everyone is in one,but guys' bubbles are extra big and hard.the bubbles make it hard for us to mix together,cos we just knock against each other.sure,while in sec 1 and 2,everyone's bubbles might not be big enough to interfere,and thus we all keep friends from then close to us.classes in sec 3 & 4 aren't as closely bonded though.everyone's ego is like,fully inflated by then.so...its not impossible.just hard.so anyways...its like a gathering of male lions.everyone wants to be first.where can unity come from such a system?

ok.that was a cheap ass attempt at discussing a serious problem in our school.but i felt like writing something.couple of things i'm not happy bout these days:

1.mrs yap never return us essay:(
2.maths tys damn hardcore
3.everyday got remedial.
4.my bass guitar skills damn noob.
5.i no amplifier.
6.i no effect pedals.
7.too fat.
8.don't like getting caught for hair.
9.my shoes.
10.no more concerts to go to.

anyways...yeah. nothing much to write bout today...so signing off.

CHMA ETC ETC

2008-07-22T06:38:00.000-07:00

chma
at the risk of being a loser,i admit i went like,only once.which is this time.cos all along i thought it was lame la.haha.bunch of guys singing their asses off for no prize money.but then i thought,sec 4 le.go la.dont miss out.so fine.

stupid imedia.left so many tickets also never sell cheaper.
other than that they did a fantastic job at...everything.decorations,atmosphere,crowd control.

anyways.so chma started out with this long ass song with a fantastic light show which shined on the big cross in the hall.made it look weird.then song stops.everyone quiet.suddenly this old dude walks in front of us,and somehow the spotlight shone on him.zi jing (behind me) was like,WOOT UNCLE!!!trying to be a joker.then sunny,who was sitting in front of me was like,AYE!that's kaijie's dad la you!zi jing tio shock...but continued shouting UNCLE!!WOOT!UNCLE!!!so concert start.emcee came out..was springsfield.eee.
haha.anyways.he did quite a good job though,considering how rowdy the crowd was.most memorable line:
Springsfield:'Some of you might not know...'
Guy In Crowd:'ELGYN IS GAY!!!'
woa.that one.funniest.lol.then elgyn was sitting behind me.actually felt kinda sorry for him.
anyways.first creative.R.E.C.N.A.D...dancing group.not bad.but lost out to ernest,little beatboxing boy.quite zai.
next,solo category.leeyang was first.he's...not bad.but maybe that time nervous
a bit stiff.qihang was better i think cos got bigger dynamic range and more relaxing.the last guy...bo hope.so qihang won.
next is instrumentals.brown note was great,nice song,nice solos...everything.haha.jun wei and his flute + daniel,the page turner for the accompanying piano won overall winner of chma.
rock band category.haha.marcus's band first.got flamed a lot cos eric stood on the drums.hubert got owned by kaijie's dad,cos kai's dad thought hubert run off stage look for judges was disrespectful.
...
at this point gzk ask me go mosh.so i went.i had brought my mask,so was excited.when the mosh DID happen though,i was kinda caught of guard,and somehow my mask broke.was pissed.so i jumped in and owned a lot of guys.happy.
bryan's band not bad.the bassline quite nice.sadly got some flaws marr the overall performance.
sineP,kaijie's band..played one of the few normal rock,mainstream pieces.i mean,they did sound nice,but i think its the mainstream song choice which helped them win.
victor and the vicious vipers...i...kinda speechless bah.

of course,chma wasnt so simple.but that pretty much sums it up bah.i had to leave early for my cousins party,then gang hao one of my friend leaving too,so i led them out of the school(lynn gets lost very easily,thats why i bo pian.)so on the way,i dont know why,they two plotted to like,push me from behind.thats so sneaky.lucky i saw through them.haha.note,lydia was the peacful one.haha.got one point,on the way to the mrt,lynn was like,'look!got frog!go see leh!'

ok,confession.i dont like slimy things.so...i was kinda scared myself.

so in order to save myself from having to actually FIND the frog,i searched about for a bit then jumped towards the girls and shouted.effective.they scream damn loud la.

so lydia took a bus back,and i walked lynn to the mrt station.not very interesting...but SOMEBODY hoped to see her name mentioned so bo pian.

haha.

then also finally managed to give y her present at chma.damn long le la.

eh.then yesterday.met y at j8 after remedial.also dont know whats it called.afternoon tea or dinner.so went to amk.cos y got tuition,only can go there from amk.so after like,damn long le then decided go eat icecream milk shake.talk very long.then walked her to her tuition center...and yeah.

you're welcome and you CAN'T walk in high heels.haha...

whew.

2008-07-17T06:43:00.000-07:00

long time since i blogged.i kinda decided on the direction of my blog,and am going to split up all my future posts into two categories:social rant,and personal life.
...
i know i'm not the most original guy.so sue me.

anyways,today is a bit of both.

first,i've uploaded a picture of my bass.as anyone who knows me well should know,i'm in a band.and...etc etc.thing is,being a generic teenager,if i were to get a musical instrument i'd want it to look cool and curvy and sharp.then...it looks like this.i mean,its cool.its a les paul type bass.'Les Paul' was originally the name of a model of guitars,and all had this trademark shape.for music fanatics out the,Slash used a les paul guitar.Les Pauls are known for their superior quality and sound...looks on the other hand are relative.it can be cool to some,but fat and ugly to others.to me?i'm getting used to it and i love it.the contours fit me just fine,and it looks cool and retro-ish...in a way.

next.this thing...this...HEAD.well,heres the story from the top.one day,some guy from our class found this stone head painted black with streaks of red.and since then,it has been our class mascot,and a great pranking tool.heres the interesting thing:its COMPLETELY made of stone.which means the eyes,the mouth,the nose,the hair,all is made of stone.i highly doubt the existence of expert craftsmen among us...and a rock(hopefully)will NOT form into such a shape.so...how?but it was a question quickly brushed aside as various uses came up for it:

1.target.george(our resident class ninja and weapons expert)has once tried dismantling it with a 2.5 cm thick wooden stick.the stick splintered.

2.soccer ball.i tried it once.my foot hurt.

3.prank.the head had mysteriously found its way on ganzikang's table and chair on several occasions.once,it was even discovered in his bag.of course,i had nothing to do with these incidents.nothing at all.

with the amount of abuse it had suffered,i'm surprised to say that it has(roughly) all of its facial organs intact.sure,the nose is chipped and it looks considerably smaller since we found it...but it still looked like a honest-to-goodness head.

ah.this part.the camera incident.well.i didnt actually want to post this one.but somehow...it kinda feels like an obligation.so here goes.
it was homecoming.then i was with eddie at lunchtime.we had gotten our packs of food and were looking for a place to eat in peace.the canteen was occupied by stalss and was out of the question,so we entered an empty classroom.(it was open for air-conditioning works)so i like,finished eating and stood up for a walk.then i saw this camera in a partially open locker.i took it out and asked eddie(and ding liang,who had joined us by then)whos la.no one knew.so after fooling around with it,i had to decide what to do with it.i felt that,i couldnt bring it home.cos i could be accused of attempted theft.so i did the only thing i could think of at the time.i kept it in the teacher's table.then when school reopened,this slightly round,dark-skinned guy came and asked me,'i heard u found my camera?'so i lead him to his own class(which is where i found the camera)and took it out of the teacher's table.
complication arise.this guy called the police before i found the camera,and the investigation was to be carried on,so as to find the original thief.so i had to have my statement taken etc etc.thing is,the guy didnt say thanks,or sorry at all throughout the whole thing.i mean,wtf.i found your f-king camera for u.the least u could do is say thanks.but no.the little fat,black,ugly ungrateful sonofabitch,only knew how to walk around and look innocent.asswipe.

ok.anyways.o's are coming.more than enough has been said about this by your friends or you...so i wont elaborate.

i dont know why.its quite surprising...that so much of our class dislike christians. i wont be a hypocrite;i know i'm not a great christian lover.but i respect the religion.just that i like to challenge its foundations and facts.its fun...to me.but i wont say like,God sucks,or dont believe in God.honestly,i kinda believe in God too.but not in a worshippy kind of way.more of a,He's there kind of way.some may think i hate christians from the things i say and things i do.i dont.i know a lot of nice christians.adarrel...ganzikang...joshua phua...kenneth gwee...etc etc.just that i like arguing over the religion.sorry if i'm being offensive,screw off if you're laughing at this post.

oh.one more thing.today i saw another side of adarrel.it was after our hardcore maths test..and we were about to go home.but then we went to the staff rooms to wait for a friend.then we saw alastair.adarrel had this previous mischievous scuffle with alastair,and wanted to get revenge.me being a loyal friend,agreed.so i assisted adarrel in obtaining alastair shoe.but...i sacrificed myself and got caught.adarrel tried to help me and i finally did manage to escape.but then he caught adarrel.(this proves that on a this kind of mission,two is a crowd.)i had no choice but to go back and rescue him...but in the process he got a hold of adarrel's bag.and this is the shocking part.adarrel traded in my bag for his.a round of applause for the loyalty of our current generation!so i had to get my bag back.note that alastair did all this while only wearing one shoe.at least adarrel did try to help me.so anyways...at the end of it...i had to give him back the shoe to save adarrel.
ok,i know.you'll are thinking...omg.cat high boys are so lame and childish.note that we dont always do this.it was just fun and a temporary trip back to our childhood days.(although...since when did you guys fight so intensely over shoes in the past?)

ok.i'm tired.ending off here.nights all of you,and tag please!

finally,an understandable post.

2008-06-19T07:26:00.000-07:00

ok.this will be a happy post.not happy as in teletubbies and baby faced sun.
happy as in,rant.INTERESTING rant.hopefully.

anyways,first up.my band.eh.well.its not very promising.all those hopes of being the best,having fun together,PLOOSH.haha.not everything is like,gained with practice.the cohesion and stuff with the bandmates is something that has to be discovered,not forced out.somehow,i dont feel the cohesion yet.its...they're nice people,dont get me wrong.just that...its missing,you know.ya.missing.

another thing,kickapoo is totally like,alien.its not a drink made on earth.dont get me wrong,it tastes good.but,its taste CHANGES with like,what you eat before.once,i drank kickapoo,then i ate charsiew rice.then i washed the charsiew down with kickapoo and like, WHAM.the taste completely different.i was like,shit,wth?then slowly the original taste came back and i just dismissed it as 'Weird,But Heck Care La'.
then,another time,i drank red bull.then stole a sip from my friend's kickapoo,WHAM.its totally different from the after-charsiew-taste,the regular taste; its totally new.not those kind of,because the previous drink was sweet thats why the one right now is not.the kickapoo still tasted sweet.it was just...another type of sweet.so ya.kickapoo is like,extraterrestrial.its alien.seriously.

next.my mum.ok,i know she's the one looking after me and cooking my meals,and i AM grateful.dont get me wrong.just that,she's like...weird sometimes.just now?she asked me for advice on a blouse she bought.so i told her i didnt like flower prints,so i didnt like it.then she was like,huh?not nice ah?should i wear or not?really not nice ah?at that point i thought,'what?you bought it already.what you asking me about?you ask me if it went with a pair of pants,FINE.with a handbag,fine.you ask me bout if its NICE?what you gonna do?use it as a cloth if its not nice?'
but,i like,sat through it patiently.i mean,its one blouse.she cant obsess on it forever,right?then she took out like,a lump of clothes and i could almost swear a vein popped open in my head.but hey,i'm a man,so i like,sat through it.a few burst veins,but hey,i bonded with my mum.

yeah right.she's probably pissed i didnt like her blouse.

another thing.youtube.i dont know,maybe i'm last in this thing,but i realised there're a bunch of great comedians there.bunch of real laughter inducing dudes.eh,a couple to note is Fred.he's this like,15~21 year old dude,who has a six-year old 'accent' and deals with many of life's problems with a online video diary and medication.
another would be kevjumba.you'll probably heard of him,but he's an asian(OMG) and kinda does vids which are addictive and more...mature than Fred's.it also has humor,but in a more realistic kind of way.
so,check them out.

anyways.maths sucks,fun rocks,and i got an A maths exam tomorrow.the irony.well,i'll sign off here.so...peace and dont eat paper.conserve rainforests.

2008-06-09T05:38:00.000-07:00

OMG.my life sucks.i guess its me.i know its me.wow.i suck.took me long to figure that out.

i mean,i know the,'Life Isnt A Bed Of Freaking Roses' thing.but i've come so far,and havent seen a fruking rose anywhere.for example.my grades suck.alot.then i try to study,and something distracts me.it distracts the hell out of me and i cant get into any studying mood anymore.LOOK AT THIS.I'M NOT STUDYING FOR MY PRELIMS NEXT WEEK.I'M BLOGGING.goddammit.its hopeless.i should just die.

anyways,i got into this band thing,out of a blue.like,me and a buncha friends(kaisheng and wy in)were talking bout stuff,and suddenly it came to light they were trying to start a new band,but was lacking a bassist.and i was sorta a candidate.so i thought,what the hell,go for it.
before long it was clear i sucked.i thought,in my stoopid retarded head that,with a double bass background i wouldnt suck completely.guess the world dont work like that.no fruking rose here.
so anyway,there was this 50% sale at sweelee,and kaisheng like,saw this as a great opportunity to get our own guits.so he loaned me like,450 bucks to get my discounted bass.WTF.i was a noob.a nub.a beginner fag.and i got a 450 epiphone les paul bass.i'm retarded.like,officially.
but make the most out of what i got,right?i did.and i still suck.i'm like,close to giving up here.but i know i shouldnt.i cant.i made this pact,to like,never quit no matter how hard things were.and i intend to stick to it.oh god.i dont even know why i'm writing this.shit.i suck shit.

oh well.i feel a little better.not enough,but a little.

Worst Basketball Player Ever Part 3

2008-04-29T08:25:00.001-07:00

lookie here!best bball player ever!

2008-04-29T07:52:00.000-07:00

well.haha.um.nvm.got nothing to write.so just look at this.

Senses Fail - Can't Be Saved Music Video

2008-04-23T07:17:00.001-07:00

OMG OWNAGE.take a minute or three point zero six(3.06) to listen.you wont regret it.then check out other songs.

2008-04-23T06:57:00.001-07:00

long time since i touched this place.

well.o'levels coming.but for me...its...
AH!to describe it...its like,you're tied to train tracks,and you hear the train coming,feel the train coming,but don't see the train coming.so you ignore it and count clouds.

thats what its like for me la.i know olevels coming,and feel olevels coming,yet...i dont know.cant work hard?i dont know.but i will try.

interesting stuff...ah.got fight lorz.well,to put it simply without revealing identities,guy A was playing bball.guy B was watching.then guy B,being a total whoreslut, commented on guy A's bballing skills,about how they suck,keep shooting from three point line although can't go in. then guy A heard,and damn pissed,took ball zham guy B. guy B was like WTF and chiong up.then they two like,fought.but then all the bballing people pull them apart(I helped!=D),but they two were like BEASTS. keep chionging. could hardly keep them back. (btw,i got scratched for restraining one of them.sniff sniff...)then go back class,thought everything was ok.but later in the day,guy A zham guy B from behind.eh,bystanders would call it an unprovoked attack. and guy B(i feel a little sorry for him.got whacked suddenly)was like,pissed,guy A pissed,luckily nothing more evolved.quite hiong shit.haha.

rants:class air-con not cold,higher chinese damn screwed,lots of conflicts(includes the dh/kev thing)...alot alot la.

and my basketball sucks.at this point,people tend to comment stuff like, now then you know ah?then i say,NO.i knew from last time.doesnt mean cant mention it now.and for those guys out there(ONION MAN.YOU.and others i guess.) who think i'm arrogant;think others suck,its called CLOWNING.JOKING.KIDDING.i say stuff like,'i confirm own you one',is joking one.i can't own anybody.i know that.i suck.but i give my all la,and play seriously la.if joking takes such a big chunk outta you,sorry.

eh.oh oh.theres this damn nice band i'm hooked on.dh intro one.Senses Fail.OMG.damn nice band.like,most of their songs are damn nice!in fact,all of their goddamn songs are so goddamn nice!go youtube search their songs out.hits of note are,Martini Kiss,Can't Be Saved,Calling All Cars,Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday,Angela Baker And My Obsession With Fire,Sick Or Sane(twenty for a fifty)yeah.|

well.thats it for this post.next time then.oh,btw.people who do not like me,should approach me and tell me to my face why.whats wrong with me.thank you.

Watch Out!There's A Hurricane Coming Through!

2008-02-20T05:32:00.000-08:00

Affairs of The Heart.quite complicated.
well.today was like,extra suay day.cos i ran out of socks,i wore a gray pair of ankle socks to school today.then,i was planning to buy a new pair at school.then,walking out of lit class to elect,i tio caught by A.khoo.she look at me,i politely bow,and she catch me for my socks. haiz. then i bo pain,have to buy new pair on the spot.then she confiscated my handphone cos i no money to pay on the spot.and she confiscated my gray socks too.wanted me to go see her after school to get back my stuff.then i realised i lost my lit qn paper.so i couldnt do lit homework,and was asked to stay for detention.woa.then detention was supposed to make me finish my work.so i finish it le,then i thought,good.hand up le,then can go.so i change my socks first.the thing is,i wore high socks for like,v long time,since recess till after school.cos i dont want her to catch me.then the whole day,i never even see her. then at the exact moment ii was putting on my gray socks and taking off those high ones,she came out of staff room and saw me. WTF.WTFWTFWTFWTWFTWFTWFWTF.then she make me wear back my high socks.this is whats called unholy timing.impossibly powerful timing la.i wearing high socks whole day,never even see her.moment i try to change,tio caught.so,i came up with the Law Of Zuo Hao Ren Nan(which translates to,Be Good Man Difficult).

Explanation:
this law states that,whenever you do good,or obey the law,nobody notices or takes notice.but the moment you break it,you're OWNED.an example,apart from the afore mentioned one.maths class.my homework handing up rate never was the most regular one.so when i manage to get my mind to focus on homework,i will do and hand it up.strangely enough,the homework i hand up,our maths teacher doesn't chase after those who dont hand up.yet,those i DONT hand up,turn out to be the ones she desperately wants and will haunt you until you get it.(she is a nice teacher though.just using this to prove the law of Zuo Hao Ren Nan.)so kids,either you do everything right,and the law of Zuo Hao Ren Nan will not affect you,or do everything badly,so you won't need to bother with doing the right thing,cos you wont be rewarded anyway.

next.

boasting alert.move on to last section if you cant stand me boasting.
my English compo for my prelim 1. the topic was Friends.the first thing that usually comes to mind is 'my friend left me.so i sad.then in the end he come back.then i happy.' well...i always try to break free of usual plots and stuff,so i entered my contemplation pose(maybe one day take pic show you all.)and thought for damn long.ok,shall include my thought process so that people who want to know how i think of plots i write.

(*note,i warned you.this is a boasting section.cos its easier to write stuff here if i'm a bit more shameless.*)first,i thought, whats a creative spin on friends?what can be creative about friends?friends are usually human,so if i write about a non-human friend,then yay.creative.next,is how i can make it emotional.cos,emotional essays usually capture marker's attention and fancy.so how can it be emotional?naturally,if the non-human(eh,a dog.ok?shorter than always writing non-human)friend dies. but,a friend,even a dog,dying is quite the standard,too ordinary.so...creative...ah.what if the dog never was alive in the first place?and how can i dog never be alive in the first place?if its imaginary! yes,yes,taking shape.so,under what circumstances can a boy have imaginary ones?if he has no real ones!so,basic structure.boy,lonely,no friends,imagine up some friends.dog ones.AH.then here got blockage.why would a boy no reason imagine dog friends?ah.add suspense and surprise.(ok.sorry.sidetrack a bit.you know,if a truck hits a car,the car will crumple a bit and fly away right?but,if you slowly put pressure on the car,then suddenly,at once,hit it once,then before it flies away,hit it again,the car will be damn damaged right?same logic here.read on.)so,first i dont reveal its a dog,so must be careful about descriptions and reference and stuff.then throughout compo give hints to tell reader it MIGHT be a dog,but not confirmed.at the ending part then throw it out that its a dog!then immediately after,throw another one,that its imaginary!yes yes!then the shock and surprise greater!

end of thought process(actual time about 2~5 mins?)so i start writing.then i remember,oh ya!Friend(S),need the s!means need more than one friend!so add another imaginary friend,that can show in the end that,the kid used to having imaginary friends and invent more,increasing pity for little kid!ok.so write lor,and important is cannot point out that its a dog friend in the beginning. cannot say,"it had paws.",or "it panted with its tongue out" etc,etc.then when i reaching the end i reviewed the entire essay and summed the plot up in three words:'imaginary dog friends'. i thought about that for awhile and damn sad.sounds damn stupid!like,will get Blatantly irrelevant,or Mildly irrelevant.damn scared.but,so far in liao,cannot change plot,so i bo pian carry on.was expecting to fail or something. WOA.then in the end come back 25/30.haha.shocked,and happy.lol.

ok.end of boasting section.eh.brain almost empty le.so,i add a pic here.

nice?or not?please please comment?please?pwease? on the tagboard? please? please?

A Poem.Which Hurt Me Writing It.

2008-01-28T05:19:00.000-08:00

Love.

The First Step To Love
Is Already To Give.
To Give Your Pride & Soul & Courage
To Give Your All
Just To Confess.

The Second Step To Love
Is To Take.
To Take The Hurt & Pain & Humiliation
To Take The Rejection
Just So As To Not Cry In Front Of Her.

The Third Step To Love
Is To Grab.
To Grab The Chance & Hope & Uncertainty
To Grab On To Anything
Just To Hang On.

The Fourth Step To Love
Is To Hold It Back.
To Hold Back The Pain & Despair & Tears
To Hold It All Back
Just To Walk Away With A Scrap Of Dignity.

Love.

Dated 28 January 2008.
The Day I Bled From The Bottom Of My Heart.

Maturity-o-meter:1~10,i think its a 7 today.agree?not?tagboard.

2008-01-25T05:59:00.000-08:00

I've been thinking. all along,i knew this saying that, 'Its Not Who You Are,Its What You Do.', but i always thought that,hey,it sounds cool,but who a person is on the inside is what truly matters.but,nowadays,i feel that,its not really who you are,but really what you do.like,you could be the nicest guy on earth to everyone,but one slip up and Bam. you're an asshole. but,what if you're not?i mean,people do things,people think thoughts,people feel feelings.thats what defines us as people.humans.and yet,its because we feel that he's an asshole,thats why we call him an asshole.but...you know,its not good.so i thought it through and came up with a compromise.lets give it in an example.

you got this friend,who's nice to most people.but one day,you see him kicking a cat.what would most people do in this situation?if i'm not wrong,they'd go forward and say,aye,wtf man?why you kicking that cat?and the other guy would say,cos i dont like them.and you'd probably go,wtf?and it ends there.next day,you go school and spread rumors about him.that he's a cat kicker and stuff.

ok,analysis.would you have done that?be honest.i know,spreading rumors of a guy you think is an asshole,is definitely gratifying,but do you dare say you have no secrets to hide at all?no blemishes in your life?do unto others what you want done unto you.so,like,i'm gonna adopt this policy such that,i won't spread rumors about him,but i'll just continue to be his friend while changing that cat-kicking habit of his.(cos cats are so goddamn cute.)i can't guarantee i can be a nice guy to everyone i know,but i need to take the first step sometime,right?

so yeah.eh.one more thing,i decided that this blog would be about me experiencing life's lessons,and growing.so i would put this maturity-o-meter at the top of each post,to see how much i think i've matured.do you agree?or not?tag on the tagboard about your views and opinions.if you're just gonna talk cock and throw insults,then i suggest you do it in school,where i can whack you in your face.thank you,and have a nice day.:D

Like, Woa.

2008-01-16T05:13:00.000-08:00

dream theater isnt bad, but i prefer the lostprophets.high entertainment value.
Anyway...

O'Levels coming.should have foreseen this,and i did.just that i didn't do anything about it.i mean...i want t work harder,try harder,study harder...but i can't.imagine,the moment you pick up your pen and try to do a maths sum,and you think and think,but none of the formulas you've learned applies.and then you think,shit i'm screwed.you call up your friend and ask,finally get an answer to the question.then you move on to the next one and realise,that the second question is similarly,undoable.imagine that,and you'll know how i feel.not that i don't want to work hard.just that...i can't.guess i not cut out for studying.

and got other problems.like focus group.its every day of the school week.everyday after school,we got to stay back and self-study.its...a system that's good in theory,but practically?i try to do my work,but same problem occurs.the mental block thing.
and then my right ankle.my goddamn right ankle.it was almost dislocated once,and sprained thrice.first time...i was trying this really stupid stunt?and i fell.it swell to horrifying proportions, and i think it was dislocated.there was this loud crack sound. second time,i rammed into a gate(don't ask how.)and my ankle got rammed into the center of two bars,and it hurt like hell.third time some guy stepped on my foot while we chasing for a basketball and when i fell,he didn't remove his leg,so i fell to my right,while my foot still pointed forward.there was this freaky crack, like when you crack your knuckles,but much louder.imagine that.also,hurt like hell.then just now,i went down for exercise/basketball practice.i was doing a lay-up when this other guy at the court knocked into me.i lost my balance,landed on my weakened ankle and i fell again.no crack,but still hurt.its got this permanent swell to it,and hurts when i move it in positions my left ankle was able to easily achieve.E.g. you know,when you're standing,and you bend your feet at the ankle so that you're actually standing on the outside area of your foot?means your soles point inward while you're standing.i can't do that anymore.haiz.i guess i should listen and go see a Chinese physician soon.but pain...ugh.

There are other problems,but they are those which you wouldn't care about,or those which i don't want you to care about.haha.

well,just wanna wish everyone good luck for this year's O'level.cos it seems i might not do well...BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST,ASSHOLES!!!

2007-12-30T04:24:00.000-08:00

yeah.long time no update.sorry.
ya know,recently i've just been feeling quite screwed.like,i dun know.life is quite boring.hmmm...like life is this huge bottle filled with... stuff.birthdays,school,homework,holidays,money.that kinda stuff.and this stuff slowly dribbles out and when its empty,its your time.as in,thats it.your life's over.then for me,i dun know.perhaps its cos my bottle's just too small.or theres a leak at the bottom. theres like,no more stuff in my bottle you know.perhaps there is,just that its stuck at the bottom or something...but like, nothing's coming out.

bottom line is,life's like,dull and stuff. wont like kill myself.just that...well,theres nothing there you know...and living's kinda pointless. like sucking on the straw of an empty bottle.that kind of pointless. ah well.

ah...interesting things...birthday i guess.haha...celebrated my birthday with couple of my friends,and yeah.just wanna thank them bah.despite the lack of surprise of the surprise party.i wasnt like thinking,i wonder if there will be a surprise bday party for me!i was more like thinking,i wonder when's the surprise bday party. i aint inappreciative or anything.i'm grateful and stuff,just that...haha...yeah.

well.this post seems quite screwed.haha... school's gonna reopen.and it kinda makes me feel...sad.as in,sure theres the holidays-over kinda sad.but its more just...sad.

ah screw it.blogging sucks.

2007-11-28T19:09:00.000-08:00

well.long time no post.its the holidays now.eh.much has happened.
band camp first then.
it was quite a fun and enriching(?)experience...i guess.well.the majority of the band camp was as expected,practice...drills...yada yada.only the amazing race was...eh...thrilling.from then first day...we were split into groups,with each group having one sec3 to act as an advisor.not leader,advisor.personnally,i was happy with the arrangement...leaders have to bear alot of reponsibilities.then...ok.let me change the format a bit...

DAY 1:practice...fruitful i guess...but embarassing.i really suck at my instrument i guess.then was supposed to be drills time.but i slacked off by helping with that nights drinks.rose syrup.ack.eh...i believe that night we had night activities.which is to say,four different activities,in the night.wow.but...it was kinda fun.and teamwork level was bumped up a few notches i guess.that night...sleep was uncomfortable.i overturned two desks...and slept on the metal railing thing underneath it.you know,the place you put your books?under the desk?yeah.it hurt.ah well.

DAY 2:greeted by a morning of running and pumping and sit ups and jumping jacks and drills...in other words,physical training.madness.then was breakfast.bee hoon.steamed,bee hoon.ack.then somemore practice.then dinner.forgot what that was...then treasure hunt time.whooopee.i cant remember the exact details of it...but the hunt was basically...us running around,,looking for envelopes which held a letter that combined to show the last destination,and clues to our next envelope.it was kinda fun.once again...well,teamwork prevailed i guess.lol.oh,and we won ten bucks because of some cheer competition.life's good.that night...i slept better cos my partner in crime and me,went and 'borrowed' cushions from the student lounge downstairs.while the lower half of me body was still on the upside-down table thing...my head at least wasnt tormented.plus one for sneaky cushion-stealing skills!

DAY 3:kinda the day everyone was waiting for.once again...hardcore physical training.my stomach started to hurt...so i skipped a part of the running but to my credit,i joined in the drills.oh the horrible drills.breakfast wasnt that dissappointing so yay.then...a bit of practice then Amazing Race time.wtf might be one of your reactions,and i understand.ah well.eh...the advisor of each group was to act as the facilitator for that group,providing them clues when the group reached a correct destination.our group had a particular problem at the beginning.our first destination was compass point,in sengkang.one of the clues that was supposed to be given out was 'on the northeast line(i think,cant remember),and 1s library with a cafe in it.'so my group,being the enthu little buggers they were,rushed to bishan library to ask.turns out,first library to have a cafe was in orchard.that sucks.so,after enquiring headquaters...we were told to ask at hougang library.we did...and answer was the same.whats more,they said sengkang's library was too small to have a cafe.wtf.so...i was then allowed to give them the most obvious clue of all...and after that...it was pretty much smooth sailing.eh... achievements...finished 5 pratas among 6 people in 21 seconds...forced my members to do the mocca advert "HI! I SELL YOU MY HOUSE!" pose in the middle of the new cathay and esplanade as a forfeit...and came in thrid place for the race.night time we had a night wak not worthy of mentioning.

DAY 4.ah.long story.in all...it was a free for all push-up festival.haiz.

i want to play basketball!but the amount of people actually playing it is extremely limited.while we(leeyang,adarrel,zhi kai,daniel,lynn,valerie are the people who played,if you must know)did play bball for the past two days...it was very limited...so.if any of you reading this post is interested in bball please,give me or leeyang a call.lol.the more the merrier,as they say.
P.S.or,if you recognise any of the names of the people who played bball...you can call them too.

long time no see...so heres a blog post.

2007-11-02T04:08:00.000-07:00

Ah.so long never post entry.finding this blog to be mah fan liao.keep posting...ok.stupid talk aside, holidays are here. well,its quite...bland actually.i thought, woooo, holidays.but i feel...eh.holidays. as in, there aint much to do.no class chalet(got bbq though.more on that later.),no bball,soccer,bowling,etc etc meeting(cos those bastards too occupied with dota...haiz),and too many remedials.as in,i understand, its O'levels' next year.and the teachers anxious,want us for remedials.i'm cool wit dat.and cos my results aint that hot(improve though...must work harder!) i aint in a position to complain.but,its just quite...sian.having to drag oneself out of bed in the morning,head to school,and go for the very thing we thought we would escape when the holidays came.ah well.

class bbq.that was fun.to a certain extent.dismissing what happened earlier in the day,of course.well,i went to dh's house before the bbq,which was at 5,so that we could go together.we played his ps2.naruto actually.well,for the sake of content,i shall outline the matches we had. at first,i lost quite pitifully,with him having 6 wins and me 4. then i suddenly got into the game, and went on for a 5 win-straight streak,before i started losing again.ok,that wasnt very entertaining.then again,so isnt your life if you're reading this.anyways...

we left at 5(heh heh...didnt think anyone would get there early,so ya.) and got on the hell long ride to east coast.my choice of songs in my mp3 didnt interest dh,so he declined.resorted to chatting for fun.when we did get to the bus stop we were supposed to alight at,we then realised we coulnt find the underpass.damn.as we were hungry (both of us skipped lunch.) we bought a waffle each,and planned to ask for directions. i bought a cheese waffle. dh bought a choclate one. it smelled heavenly,but then came the fked up part.after the waffle was cooked,the auntie took it out of the pan and asked,cheese right?i nodded,and she put a small (SMALL) piece of cheese on the waffle.it was triangle shaped,and was roughly 6cm by 6cm by 8cm.i looked at her put that piece and thought,holy shit thats tiny.so i waited for her to put another.that moment never came.with that sad,tiny,lonely piece of cheese in the waffle,she handed it to me and charged me $1.40. what the bloody hell.i looked at dh's one,and there was a whole lump of chocalate on his,which even after spreading out around the waffle,was quite thick. i was sad,shocked,and cheated.while eating our waffles, dh said his sucked.i held back with all my might my urge to strangle him.

after finding the underpass,we walked to the beach side and found bbq pit 22.ours was 43.holy- anyway... on the way, we made a joke,of someone who would be at the bbq.let us call this guy, guy A.we thought, guy A would reach there damn early,then go cycling alone.then when he saw everyone going past toward the bbq pit, he would shout:" HAHA!I PANG SEH(means abandon) YOU ALL AND GO CYCLING!YOU LOSERS!YOU ALL PATHETIC PEOPLE GO BBQ WITHOUT ME MAN!HAHAHAHAHA!" then when everyone bbq finish and go cycling,guy A would come back and start bbqing,and shout:"HAHA!I CYCLE FNISH LE!NOW I SHALL PANG SEH YOU ALL AND BBQ!HAHA!OWN YOU NOOBS!!!!" if you dun get the joke,all i can say is,you had to be there. at the bbq itself,we discovered practically everyone was there and WE were late.oh well.i got down to helping out with the bbq (whether i actually DID help the process of bbqing or just get in the way is an open argument.)the food was nice.it was,after that,quite standard fare. some guys started a fire on the beach,but other than that...nothing much bah. yeah. the trip home was hell. dh left early, and the others were squeezing into a taxi and going different direction from me. so i left with adarrel,who lived at around east coast and knew the place well.it was 11.30 by then.i went for the mrt,but the train service ended.wtf.then i headed to the interchange and saw the only bus i could take,854. it went past khatib,the place closest to my house.turns out,even that service also ended.so bo pian,took taxi home.this sucks la.as in,go east coast usually is for bbq one right?and bbq end late one right?then so little services for people wo go home late.taxi?charge damn ex.night bus?just as inconvinient.this place is one place where singapore is flawed.a city of infinite possibilities?so what,if it shuts down at 12 am. well,this is just me being selfish,but hell.

last thing.know the recent report about the ang mo assholes who bully the trishaw rider by taking a video of him pedaling exhaustedly under their weight,laughing at him in english,refusing to pay him,taking a taxi after they got off of his trishaw,then posted the video on Youtube saying S'pore's Slowest Taxi Ride? those people are just some shit la.pathetic.i dun wanna say much; enough's been said in the papers and online.just feel damn pissed about it.i mean,its an honest old man trying to work la.if its slow,dun take it lor.i mean,the hells wrong with those guys?but,we shouldnt say thaT all ang mos are like that just cos of these assholes. so yeah.bastards,is all i gotta say about this.bastards those guys are.

2007-10-08T06:03:00.000-07:00

what have we learnt from the Final Year EXAMS??

1.Crap Formula.
Applications:CRAP!Havent study hist/ss/chem/bio/maths/literature yet!!!

2.(W+F)*(W+F)+(DIE)*(LIAO!+HOW?)
Applications:CRAP!Havent study hist/ss/chem/bio/maths/literature yet!!!(W+F)*(W+F)+(DIE)*(LIAO!+HOW?)

3.logR*logE*logTAIN=logRETAIN,push to exponantial=(0nFiRM*ReT@IN*1
Applications:CRAP!Havent study hist/ss/chem/bio/maths/literature yet!!!(W+F)*(W+F)=(DIE)*LIAO!+HOW?=(0nFiRM*ReT@IN*1

4.Formula Of A Circle(Cycle).A=B=A=B=A...
Applications:The formula states that A=B=A=B=A... ,therefore, [CRAP!Havent study hist/ss/chem/bio/maths/literature yet!!!(W+F)*(W+F)+(DIE)*LIAO!+HOW]=(0nFiRM*ReT@IN*1=[CRAP!Havent study hist/ss/chem/bio/maths/literature yet!!!(W+F)*(W+F)+(DIE)*LIAO!+HOW]=(0nFiRM*ReT@IN*1=[CRAP!Havent study hist/ss/chem/bio/maths/literature yet!!!(W+F)*(W+F)+(DIE)*LIAO!+HOW]=(0nFiRM*ReT@IN*1...

ah well.i'm screwed.lol.

2007-10-01T06:32:00.000-07:00

aiya.end of year exams.damn sian.if just have my other term makrs can pass,i also dun want take le.next year then chiong.too bad,my past terms results suck like your mum's....vaccuum cleaner.so i gotta work doubtly hard.but,finding it hard.i never was a very focused type of guy.i wanna do my best in something,i can.but i gotta first be able to stick at it.thats the hard part.haiz.;screw the exams.but,then again.i believe in this philosophy that,change what you can,live with what you can't.if you meet this big freaking rock in your life,blocking you,move it aside.if you cant,walk around.this is in conjunction with the philosophy,live like the wind,mould yourself to others rather than try to bend things to your will.so i'd rather live a relaxed,smooth life than a hurried,exhausting one.but either one also can la.so long as i'm happy.

next love life.
nah bluff you want.dun have one,sadly.

latest hobby?bleach anime and 54321 productions.support us!sponsor us!please?see our first video.not too bad eh?so help us grow!can?

Nice Nice

2007-09-24T08:14:00.000-07:00

ah.heres the first vid from the geniuses from 54321 productions.naruto vid,with neji(me) vs rock lee(lau di xian).it was quite tiring.filming was first taken care of with a k800i cybershot phone with a dustbin camera stand.4 plus hours.second part,after the HOA thing by lau di,was filmed by si hao,so the camera control better,but the angle a little worse.but it was hardwork,so appreciate it.here it is,dun expect much,the first vid by 54321 productions,Neji Vs Rock Lee...

Credits:
Main Director:gran
co-Directors:si hao and lau di
camera man:si hao
actors:Gran and lau di
Stunt coordinator:Gran and lau di
Stunt man:lau di

54321 Productions.

READ,please?

2007-09-15T10:36:00.000-07:00

WOAH.this post,plus the two below this were all in one day,though it ranged from 10++ pm to 1.40 am.read both of them.i took the tests with all honesty,so perhaps you can learn somemore about me.and check my friendster out too.

2007-09-15T08:59:00.000-07:00

You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament

Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace.
You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions.
You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected.

It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional.
You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others.
While you are quiet, you have a subtle wit that your friends know well.

At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything.
You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams.
You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.

What Temperment Are You?

Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ESFP)

Your personality type is playful, charming, open minded, and energetic.

Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 5% of all men
You are Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

Your Superpower Should Be Manipulating Fire

You are intense, internally driven, and passionate.
Your emotions are unpredictable - and they often get the better of you.
Both radiant and terrifying, people are drawn to you.
At your most powerful, you feel like the world belongs to you.

Why you would be a good superhero: You are obsessive enough to give it your all

Your biggest problem as a superhero: Your moodiness would make it difficult to control your powers

What Should Your Superpower Be?

You Are 80% Psychic

You are so very psychic.
But you already predicted that, didn't you?
You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others.
You're very tapped into the world around you...
Just make sure to use your powers for good!

Are You Psychic?

You Are 73% Peaceful

You are a very peaceful person. All is good in your world, no matter what's going on.
Occasionally you let your problems get to you, but you generally remain upbeat.
Your inner strength is inspirational - much more so than you may realize.

How Peaceful Are You?

Your EQ is 120

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

You Are Sky Blue

Dreamy and creative, you the potential in everyone ... and everything!
And while you strive to have an ideal life, you are pretty mellow about it. You know your time will come.

What Color Blue Are You?

Your Element Is Air

You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.
And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.

Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.
You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.

You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.
With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!

What's Your Element?

You Are a Pessimist

If things are going good, you can always imagine how they will turn for the worse.
And when things do happen to be bad, life is like a dark pit you can't crawl out of.
One bad moment can ruin your day, and you think one bad week can ruin your life.
Things are much better than they seem. Just take time to see everything that's going right.

Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?

Your Dominant Thinking Style: Exploring

You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.
You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.

An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.
You show people how to question their models of the world.

What's Your Thinking Style?

You Fight Fair

For you, a fight is not about proving you're right.
Instead, it's about discussing and resolving difficult issues.
You don't look for fights, but you don't avoid them either.
You realize that clearing the air is good, when you go about it the right way.

Do You Fight Fair?

You Are 33% Feminine, 67% Masculine

You are in touch with your masculine side.
You are not overly sensitive and not easily moved.
Occasionally, though, something will get through and touch your heart!

Are You Masculine or Feminine?

You Have Your Sarcastic Moments

While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.
In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!
And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.
Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.

How Sarcastic Are You?

2007-09-15T08:42:00.000-07:00

haiz.recently quite neh neh.very very bored.as in,i want to study.but i cant concentrate.almost anything,in fact everything distracts me.any bastards out there know how to solve this problem?i really want to mug,but cant.can help?and band recently quite weird.its,like this.

Before band:wah lau.sian.got band.dun want go.waste time.but have to.how...
Just Before band:ah fk it.dun go la.nah beis.
During band-poning time:wah laus.damn guilty.like fk.better go tml.
Next day morning:(DM kao bei me.)nah bei,kao bei me.i dun go just cos you kao bei me.balls.
Before band:nah bei.havent pon feel guilty le.how my juniors doing?
During band hours:(outside band room door.)wtf am i doing here.
During band hours:(inside band room.)eh,actually also quite fun la.lols.just quite long.other than that,not too bad.
Next day morning in school:nah bei.got band.dun want go...

why will like that?i v confused.before band,i always feel sian,and dun want to go.during band i feel,not bad.quite fun.when poning band i feel guilty.why so fked up one?ah wells.screw it.concentrate on exams now.will try.

nothing much lors.since,no.of hits quite pathetic,i guess i shouldnt waste too much time here.oh,was late for this morning chem remedial,only had twenty mins of it.then went macs to slack(rhymes!) saw little shinobi(ninja) boy attempting to rob ATM,'in danger of getting head-shot by ice' aunties,$3 per keychain naruto vending machine,hokkien hua mulan,falsely-predicted gang fight with a certain school of white...and that just about wraps today up.yep.well,off to try and mug le.oh,and one more thing.

You Were a Fox

A good observer, you often watch others while remaining unseen.
Cunning and courageous, you also have a gentle side.

What Animal Were You In a Past Life?

2007-09-07T07:58:00.000-07:00

ai ya.holidays over.or,as some would put it,holidays?got holidays meh?and the answerr to that will be a firm NO.almost every day we have to go back la.and the going back hours are only that much shorter than usual school days,but when its balanced out with the ENORMOUS pile of homework,its more hardcore than normal school days.plus cca so heartless.even longer prac?wtf.i rather stay home and slack-i mean study...lors.combined with the recent abrsm scandal,i think the band really is getting quite fucked up.weee.that makes me so happy.cant wait for fucking band camp.IT'LL BE FUCKING FUN.

on a lighter note,i recently felt like,becoming a christian.weird.the sory goes like this...
one day,i was reading online comic 666 satan(really) then i saw this link advertisitment that said,666,the mark of the beast. and something something,so i went to the link.it turned out to be a page about how satan will force the mark(666) on your hand or forehead,if you refuse you'll lose alot/everything,but if you do accept it you'll suffer god's full wrath forever,and that although you refuse and die or something,you'll go to heaven and serve beside god.i was then thinking,thats nice.quite ok.then i wondered what i would look like holding a bible,praying in a church,going every sunday and it seemed kinda ok.quite nice,in fact.but that moment passed soon and i reverted back to normal.but lingering traces of it remained.maybe one day i'll really become a christian.mmm.

yeah.thats pretty much it so far.off i go then,to try and finish my homework,like how a fish tries to light a bonfire.

today...

2007-09-04T07:45:00.000-07:00

boring day.lit was fun.lots of sarcasm and barbs and hostility.mother fernandez wore an apron and offered cup noodles.vincento opening snack bar.gleeson was obsessed about the seaweed(yes,seaweed.) he brought from vincento's snack bar.springs got cancer and had a tumor on his knee.guayang(thats how mother fernandez pronounces it.) and shuyi arguing over whos a mouse.weishian's handwriting sucks.Ah...how the holiday remedials have come.

nothing much else after that.

btw,when i post,i randomly choose days.so if my blog is dull and uninteresting,sorry.but occasionally i'd post especially for a very big/unique/unusual event.so yeah.today's post is a dull and uninteresting post.

oh,one more thing.quote from mother fernandez,'RGS girls are excellent at literature', while at high boys, 'lack style and use very dull,bland words.'

one more thing,if you take lit,the owrd 'holistically' earns you one mark in essays.so spam it.

sign off here then.

OH.wait,one more thing.add me on friendster?can?please?i revived it recently,so yeah.please? go friendster and search my email,if you guys out there didnt know that.need my email?ask on the tagboard.yeah.

2007-09-02T06:39:00.000-07:00

you know what.this world is just full of people with overly high expectations.higher chinese need A1 or A2 then can take.wtf la.ok,maybe other people can meet that kind of expectations,but not many lehs.and,if we have to risk our,4,5 years of hard work in higher cl on one examination that has such high expectations,then its quite unfair.i mean,i agree that one examination to decide,without connections to earlier stuff,is good.cos it actually tests your real strength instead of how much effort you put in on homework.but the bar is kinda high isnt it?ok.perhaps its just my personnal weakness,or selfish view,but i think it is set quite high.language is not a subject one can 'si bei',mug,or spam info.while doing practice can help you improve,but its more of a,can do or cannot do thing.can means can,cannot then how much you mug also useless.if its a subject like that,then expectations shouldnt be set so high right?cos then there wun be an alternative for people who can get Bs only.haiz.dun know la.recently just quite emo.nothign really going smoothly.too tired to even swear.

recently tio suspected frostbite.sprayed by Ambi Pure air freshner gas(damn cold,really.)at close range continuously.was actually,kinda of shiok shiok pain at first,like morning then got spray of cold water to wake up and refresh with.later start,just hurting.quite ass the pain.then became numb,but with tingling and burning sensation.all symptioms matched.left was it turning black before i have to amputate.so i went home and receieved treatment by placing the affected finger in warm(not hot,warm) water for quite awhile.now it grew a blister.thats slowly shrinking.is this a sign that its recovering?lets hope so.it would seriously suck to lose a finger.even if its my pinkie.

holdiays have arrived.but then,i have dedicated myself to studying as much as i can will myself to.less games and outings if possible.i want this holiday to be one for recuperation and study.final year coming.and if i can help it i want to go up to sec 4 smoothly,with higher chinese attached if possible.it would,once again,seriously suck if i was retained.no offence to retainees.its nothing to be ashamed of.one more year at secondary level aint nothing to be sad about.its the way the teachers and parents and adults look at you that really sucks.like me,my results suck and being looked down upon now is already sucking alot.imagine if i was retained.the looks and stares i have to bear would be quite overwhealming.so i shall try my best to work hard for the final years and try my best to abstain from all distractions.i know i dun be able to abstain completely(if i could i'd be bald,wearing a robe,eating veggies all day,and chanting some mantra while knocking on a hollow wooden thingy.)but i'll try.gonna start with listening in class.in ALL my classes.

6i class gathering.quite fun.yeah.met people not met in quite long.everyone's the same.quite,the same.maybe taller?more mature?pics uploaded above if you didnt notice.sun guanhua(sunny) took most of the pics.and he was in most of the pics.try to spot him.haha...btw,got one pic,some guy with a retarded face?the mouth half open one?thats me.i tried to make an obscene facial expression but thought better of it in the end.but i wasnt fast enough.so yeah.

anyways,its late.stop here then.

Get Married People!Says Our Government,But...

2007-08-23T08:33:00.000-07:00

just one thing to say today.like,am i annoying?am i?if i am,i would gladly appreciate it if you told me so i can improve on my attitude.but tell me in a peaceful manner.then i will accept it as constructive criticism.you come up to my face and say,you suck!i will treat it as a joke and rebutt you.so yeah.being told what to imrpove on,is better than those ke lian people.attitude damn ass,yet nobody tells him so he just carrys on and on.one day he meet less tolerant people he'll die.or at least have little friends.and even if he has any,they'll probably be because of pity.i do NOT want to end up like that,so if i can improve in some way,please tell me?i'm serious,not sarcastic.

anyways,

new conductor.he's a nice guy,a good speaker,and a ZHAI conductor.i mean,our ex-one was good too,but this one's...wait.shouldnt refer to him as 'this one'.hes name's leonard tan.anyone heard of him?anyway,he has this air about him that just is...special.he can take the band to new heights.but the current batch is quite contaminated with 'slack',probably coming from me?so its quite sad.perhaps next batch of sec1s?maybe they will pick up where the yellow,green and blue/purple badges left off.maybe that will be sufficient to erase the failures of the red batch?no doubt the red batch is trying harder,but if we are to actually become as good as the former batches,we must work much harder.and thats the problem.can i manage to motivate myself to push on?or will i slack off and fall to the lord of SLACK?i really dont know.

poning band.why do people do it?i mean,sure,slacking and just playing around is one reason,but the main thing is that when you see all your other friends going together as a group to have fun,whereas you are stuck with catalouging band performance blazers,or printing serial numbers,or sorting out collar pins,it really really makes you feel left out,and sad.look at both scenarios.which one will anyone choose at first sight,without other factors?so poning band is not that people dun want to go band,but more of that they want to go do something else.

2007-08-21T07:02:00.000-07:00

POP's over.quite sad seniors are gone.means i got more responsibilities,along with the other sec 3s.haiz.anyway...
ABRSM IS WTF MAN.so mah fan.have to buy self scores.not cheap.they assume,if you're rich enough to take the exam,you're rich enough to buy your own scores is it?wtf la.damn crap.and whats the point?they should make it optional.cos,if you're enthu enough to take the exam,get the scores,practice,and do well,you should also be enthu enough to actually take the exam without people forcing you.force le so?is it just cos it costs money so we will take it seriously?thats not the mentality we(the band) should be adopting.theres a difference between pushing and forcing.forcing is when someone DOESNT want to do something that he clearly knows is not what he wants,and you go force him to do it.pushing is when you know someone is lazy to do something,and that person wants that something,except hes too lazy.for example,in band,everyone wants to play well,except some(me) are too lazy to do it.so if my senior orders me to go practice,its pushing.cos i want,except i lazy.ABRSM is forcing,because i dun want it,i dun need it(no music career for me),and i dun have the resources for it.yet the bands forcing us to do it.some may like it,but most wun.so please,before you all(the band) forces us to do something,consider if its really meaningful or not first,can?

life is about fun isn't?

then why do we bind ourselves down with responsibilities and rules in the first place?

irresponsible maybe, but personally i believe that word is invented by people who have responsiblities and upon seeing others dont,get jealous and thought up of the word 'irresponsible' to insult the people who dont.

anyway,i see irresponsible positively,which means one doesnt have responsibilities and thus,is free.free.isnt it the one thing humans have tried so hard over the generations to achieve and has not really succeeded in?

this is because in the process,when we see someone doing something we dont like,we make rules to stop that person.so these rules are like chains.lets name a rule 'chain A',and four people Q, W, E and R.Q doesnt like W taking his things,so he made the rule 'chain A',and chain A binded W.Q is happy,as chain A doesnt restrict him,but restricts W.then further on in the generation line comes E.E happily lives his life freely then suddenly meets chain A,which binds him. then he sees R,who is not binded by chain A,and E is not happy with what R is doing.so E makes another rule that chains up R.i know.cheem.but try to digest it.it should make sense.the pattern will keep going on and on,until so many rules have been made that everyone on earth is chained up,and is no longer free.

so why?why chain ourselves up then complain that the society is too hectic,too difficult to survive,too unfair?if there are no rules,no responsibilities,then how can we be hectic?we just live life at our own pace.if there are no rules,no responsibilities,then how can life be difficult?we meet a problem that we cannot solve,we move on.there is not rule that we must solve it.if there are no rules,no responsibilities,then how can life be unfair?everyone starts out the same.no rules to say,your family's richer,so you're richer.if everyone's the same,everyone will have an equal chance at life,equal standing in life.

sure,if there are no rules,no responsibilities,it doesnt mean life will be like that.but,if the life we live now is not ideal,why not try another one,and another one,and another one,until we've found one that fits us?that fits you?

as the great power that has influenced our lives greatly says,

Just Do It.

2007-08-15T08:10:00.000-07:00

Passing Out Parade coming soon.ideas for a gift?and today was some pretty shitty day.
some people can be so freaking annoying and childish.they themselves aint a slice of abalone,yet go laugh at beansprouts.damn childish and annoying.
band was slick.tutorials are always fun.cos their quite slack.and yet our tutor manages to educate me inspite of myself.cool.missed drills.sec 3 meeting was screwed with lots of contradictions and arguments and problems and everything.more problems discovered then solved.
after reach home,then the real shit hits the fan.i dun want to type it out la.you just imagine,if your mum can scold you on the fact that you wore 1,2 more extra shirts last saturday for close to and hour,and even use vulgarities like guai lan,you'd get the picture.threaten me with suicide?let us see you actully do it.i know you cant and never will dare to.so stop being an airshit talker.
full of shit.
and i got a potential as the boogeyman.really.

2007-08-12T07:00:00.000-07:00

long time since i posted sia.mmm...cos nothing much happened.oh yeah.ESPLANADE CONCERT.
hmmm...it was a valuable experience.actually,i'm quite surprised that i got to perform for it,although i only chiong practice like,three,four band sessions before it.yeah.anywayssss....there are pros and cons to performing at the duriano.lets look at the pros first,ok?

Pros:
-it was a good experience.
-gives us a sense of,shuangness.
-the backstage is like,totally BIG man.the performers' rooms had personnal toilets and air conditioning and perfume.like,DUDE.its like,heaven man.
-it has a canteen which actually,sells food and drinks.wooooo.
-did i say about the performers' rooms?
*note:these pros are relative to other concert halls i've been to.*
Cons:
-ticket selling was hell.damn mah fan.
-pressurizing.
-being big means being easy to get lost in.
-VERY easy.

anyways,the performance itself was asshit.i screwed up parts i could play but,believe it or not,played those i couldnt.but,the screwed up parts were the worse.my hands were trembling when i got to backstage la.pffft.although i worked hard for pieces like Fsuite incantation american elergy,turns out the piece the audience remembered most was abba gold.oh well.haha.credit given to my seniors,cos i kinda stole their idea,but i must admit,i think i and brandon did it with more finese.haha...no la.but,turns out the bass spin and swop was the most memorable part of the concert.not f suite.not even deng li jun.but abba gold and the bass spin and swop.oh well.it was good.and...i pointed the finger in esplanade concert hall at my friends.how twisted is that?haha...anyways.nothing much else after that le.gotta go.lizard just landed on my keyboard.serious.

interesting day

2007-08-02T05:19:00.000-07:00

today was quite.interesting.the physics period was ok,found a few people who have my passion for games too.yippee!and then was lit.ms.f was at pataya doing something,so she wasnt at class.so kinda free period,again.after that was english.thats where the REAL fun began.
before mdm J came in the class,a knda fight started.i shouldnt be really talking bout this,cos its a sensitive subject.but,for your benefit.anyway,it was two guys(they wun be named cos their minors).fighting over another guy.weird?i know.it like this.guy A asked guy X to move out of the way or something(i wasnt there.so i relying on third person accounts.) and gave him 3 secs.he didnt,so guy B,being helpful and being guy X's friend,helped push guy X away.then guy A for some reason got agitated,and almost threw a chair at guy X.guy X didnt want a fight so he moved away.guy B,on the other hand wanted to be helpful and loyal,so he stood up for guy X. then argument,almost fight,mdm J frightened out of her skin,etc etc.it was quite exciting.btw,i did try to help.so yeah.oh,then Mr.Ying Jie(you know him?hint,hes a teacher)came in and because of his position,the argument broke up cos of his entrance.then guys A,B,X were called out.nothing much happened to them,which was good.
then biology.was fun.didnt get scolded.learnt about respiration.did you know you have mucus in your thoracic cavity?or that sneezing very hard can kill you?or that there's a type of respiration(um,breathing for you simple folks.haha...)that does not require oxygen?i.e,does not need inhaling air?interesting...
then chem.sian.failed my chem.expected.haiz.
then was my most hated period.higher chinese.dun wanna write much,or i'll be caught for slandering a teacher.
then maths.nice.maths passes the fastest.time flys when you have fun.maths has actually become interestingsince sec 3 started,mainly cos of the teacher.he can teach,dude.first time in a long time i find maths interesting.
then after school went hunting for adventure.played one on one basketball with jit hin.first to five.i was close to giving up cos the sun was shining like shit,i was tired,and i was fat,unlike jit hin.anyway,i won.5-4.surprising?yeah.maybe he let me win one.haiz.i suck at sports.and everything else.then i hanged with sunny(guan hua)for abit,watching ndp(some ccas just arent good at drills.not their fault though,i guess.)then i went home.

then on the 13 bus i met phelan(old friend,cat high also)and isaieah(not sure how to spell his name.will call him 'I' from here on.anyway,hes from band,plays the clarinet).i was talking to 'I' while standing near the door of the bus when the bus made a sudden turn at the traffic light from our school to the market.i lost my balance and was falling backwards.i desperately tried to find something to hold on to,but i was standing directly at the entrance and had nothing to grab,save for 'I'.i wasnt programmed to grab humans when losing balance,so i had no choice but to fall backwards helplessly.i looked back and saw which unlucky soul had to share this embarrassing moment with me(because of me to be more accurate) and it was a girl.a good looking one somemore.i was like,OH FUC- in my head.this propelled me to be more active in my search for something to grab.i managed to grab on to a railing,but not before almost sitting on her.i think i just pressed against her legs a bit.i quickly righted myself and started apologising.i was MAJORLY EXTREMELY VERY TOTALLY DAMN BLOODY embarrassed.so was she,probably.i was mutiliating myself in my own mind,blaming how clumsy i was.then i tried to cut all contact with the outside world,yes even 'I' by staring at the tvmobile thingy on the bus.just when Stylin' Gypsies(i know,WTF?) was ending,she got off.i was relieved,but only by a bit.i continued to visually rape the tvmobile thingy.then i got off the stop and walked home at SOL(speed of light).

damn.it was a kinda,iteresting,but MOSTLY EMBARRASSING experience.if you're the girl from that time,and by some miracle you're reading this,i am DAMN SORRY.i didnt mean it.honest.

anyway,as conclusion,i hate chinese,love physics(period) and damn i was embarrased.oh,and theres this damn cool website which features The King Of Pop(Mich*el J*ckson) and an interview about him.and his plastic surgery.and his puberty(i know.haha...)and his nose.just go watch it HERE. and watch episode 1 too. and episode 3 if you can find it.

2007-08-01T08:08:00.000-07:00

if theres anything wrong with the music,let me know.

2007-07-31T08:39:00.000-07:00

woot.today i borrow guitar from music room,planning to learn during free period,cos i dun take physics then got physics.then it was pure at that time lai borrowed the guitar,miss F didnt come,so kinda free period also.then i brought the guitar back to the pure period room,and mr.chen was there.he said,why you bring guitar,give me.i was like,its school guitar.then he picked it up and started playing.damn cool.mr.david chen playing the guitar.wooot.cant upload the pic,so sorry.try to get it asap.then he played oldies,but damn nice.damn pro.My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean is one,and a few others catchy oldies.damn cool.peace out mr.chen.then after school went to wen ge's house to practice on HIS guitar.haha.i noob,so need practice.tried playing Savin Me by Nickelback.the link to the song on youtube is Here. roughly can get the outline of the first part of the song.the intro+1st verse,roughly there.damn nice the song.so,nothing much else to say le.my days seem less interesting.am i really very annoying?am i?

BTW BAND ESPLANADE CONCERT NEXT TUESDAY AT 7PM. IF YOU'RE A CATHOLIC HIGH STUDENT AND GET TICKETS THROUGH ME OR OTHER BAND MEMEBRS OR ME,OR ME,YOU WILL GET DISCOUNT VIA MR.LEE,AKA DISNEYLAND TERROR.I THINK SO.ANYWAY,PLEASE PLEASE GO.PLEASE.SUPPORT US.I NEED IT.PLEASE.PRETTY PLEASE?FOR MORE INFO,TAG ON THE TAGBOX.OR LEAVE COMMENTS.PLEASE,GO.

juniors sucks

2007-07-30T08:14:00.000-07:00

balls.hist test.damn balls.but,cant blame anybody but myself.too lazy.and the canteen $5 to 4(pieces) also quite interesting.lucky i not involved.seemed quite hiong.two guys fight,then got flying food.then got flying money.then got flying torn pieces of money.very sad.and a few of my friends tio busted for unkept plates.each sentenced to detention and fifty strokes of the cane.

'Fa Guan Zhi Pan Wo Men Shi Nian,She Hui Que Pan Wo Men Si Xing',from San Ge Hao Ren,(three good men).haha.i know,bullshit,but nothing to write.OH YA.got band.

Actually,it was quite fun.except for my junior,and falling in.my junior's like.some homeless asshole. he wanna go toilet.third time in an hour.i ask why,he say stomache damn pain.fine,i ask him to ask properly instead of just saying he stomachache.he ignored me lehs!go ask ms tan.fine.then he gone for an hour.i thought he fell asleep on the toilet or smthing so i go look for him.then i had this sudden feeling.so i followed this feeling to the canteen and TA DA,there he was,buying char siau pao.who wouldnt be freaking pissed off.go back band room,ms tan ask where he go,i told the truth and he had to hold in pumping position.then after almost an hour liao,i think ms tan forgot about him,and so he got pissed of and rebeled,sitting on the floor instead of holding in pumping position(sidenote*he didnt even hold in pumping position for the one hour either.he just kenlt down with his hands on the floor.*)then prac over,he chiong out of band room like siao like that,to do what?go shit.again.i hunted for him for damn long,then found him.somemore,he go second floor toilet when the staircase shuttered off to shit,when he supposedly 'stomach damn pain'.the reason?cos firstt floor toilet 'dark dark one.i scared' as quoted from him.W.T.F*CKING.HELL?!but still,i kept my anger in,and ask him to go down to band when he finished. by then,i knew i had to do smthing.so i ask him to stay back after band with me and tanoto.tanoto pumped him,but i just talked to him and gave him 50 pumping,but he can redeem himself.each practice he survive without doing someting dumb i minus 10 from the 50. good right?time limit is after esplanade.haiz, but is it the correct thing to do?should i be more strict so he wun turn out like me?and go the esplanade concert hor.byeee.

2007-07-27T06:28:00.000-07:00

ai,today.normal day bah.chinese need to do what zuo wen.one period lehs.only those damn pro one can finish lor.then nothing else to talk about liao.i blog only as a si shu ba.nothing really to wrte about.oh wells.

boom ba boom

2007-07-25T06:56:00.000-07:00

today sucked.lit was gay.as in,it f'ked me in the ass.damn weird,the question.then maths remedial fun,but ass numb.then played bball..played with mr.lin dan wen and some ncc air guy.i teamed with jit hin.WE TIO OWN.haiz.i suck at bball. thne went home too late.tio scolded.wtf la.go home late on one day cos of bball will ruin my future so i wun get a wfe or job.omg!!!
anyways.
one good thing happened.i won wenge's bet.he gave me this link to some website,and ask me to find out whats wrong with some picture.i found it,then now he owes me a drink.OWNED!Heres the link.see if you can find out whats wrong or *CLUE ALERT* whats missing in the picture.

la di dum.

2007-07-22T07:11:00.000-07:00

today quite fun.was my cousins' birthdays.went to m*rketc*fe for 'high tea',though it was more like lunch.the food there was quite ok.sorry,i cant really list the full name due to legal and illegal issues.the food there was substandard,with most of it beng fried.ugh.i mean,fried food rocks,but there is such a case as too much of a good thing.eat too much will get some weird feeling,nauseous.then was the actual birthday party thing.pictures were taken but due to the lack of time,the cake was not cut. EDIT* pics uploaded,thanks to my cousin.i took off the lazy ass thing cos she was offended.ahem.yeah.in the pics,the one in black is Hanip,the green is Emily.they're my cousins.if you havent figured that out yet.the one in pink who loves to move around is my baby sis cousin thingy.she lost her front teeth.hahahahahahahaha.and i look shitty in the pics(i'm in only one of the full family pics) cos of the lighting and postitioning;not cos i'm fat.totally.
btw i have curly hair.
also,theres this cool website that hosts amateurish to professional works of art,done on marcomedia Flash.check it out,the link's
Here. the things there are amazing,but there are subjective stuff that,unless you want to,you shound not access.
ah well.thats all for today.i guess.

slow slow day.

2007-07-20T06:32:00.000-07:00

haiz.nothing much to write bout today.not a very good day.feeling guilty.no money.buying a bike,or bass?no one donating.haiz.relinked my 'strings'.thats about it.sian.

This Belongs Together With The Previous Post

2007-07-19T08:12:00.001-07:00

WOW.TWO POSTS ON THE SAME DAY.hardcore.anyways.i posting again cos got something i feel like posting,but is different topic from just now that post,so different post.hopefully i will come back to this blog tml la.but then,if i dun i just wanna say what i need to say.
well...recently,i tried giving up with Her. i tried really hard. i even told Her i wanted to give up. reason being, it was kinda unfair,to Her,cos i was so si chan lan da(shamelessly hanging on when she doesnt like me at all),and it was unhealthy for me,cos i constantly thought of Her,distracting me from the tasks at hand. its not Her fault. i just...cant help it. anyway. i tried giving up. but i just couldnt. i would use an example like chewing gum.it sticks to your lips,you try to remove it with your hands,it sticks to your hands,you try to use your teeth to remove it,it sticks to your teeth. but its not an appropriate example... for in those situation,you actually dislike and get frustrated of the thing you're trying to remove. for me...its quite contradicting.i trying to give up, yet, i dun feel disappointed that i havent,cant do it.in fact, its like making the jue wu( mental preparedness ) that something you love is going to be thrown away, then it doesnt,and you get it back again. like,a part of you coming back. although,i know,i'm being a dick about saying all that 'giving up' and stuff, but i really cant do it. even now... such a long time and many ups and downs later...whenever i am reminded of how far i am away from Her...my heart feels stabbed. the pain...while hurts like hell... but also makes me happy.happy in the fact that i still have a heart,and my love for her.

The Arrow Of Cupid Has Struck Too Deep-
I Am Hurt
I Am Suffering
I Am Bleeding From My Heart.
Yet The Only Thing That Can Heal This Wound
Is Denied From Me.
Her Love.

2007-07-19T07:14:00.000-07:00

ah.nice to be back sia.damn long never blog le.dun even know why i here.anyway.
band.what the f*ck.ok,i dun mind going band.the concerts are cool.but the hours are too damn hardcore.8 at night?screw you.morning prac?are we that desperate?screw you.three pracs a week?THREE?screw you.those are the main complaints of mine.sure,wanting the best for the band is good.but have you thought of the individual?sure,there will always be gung ho(enthu) memebrs who cant wait for more pracs,but there will also be (majority) memebers who have a life which is more time consuming outside of band.sure,you can call me a slacker-i prefer to hang with friends then go band-but,i feel that life is more than just about responsibility.sure,i have a responsibility to teach my juniors well,and believe me i try.but i cant really save myself to begin with.so,the force of pressure and responsibility pressing against my carefree and slacker nature,repels each other and i find myself in the middle.i feel the responsibility of band,but also the desire of having fun.in the end,i cant enjoy either.haiz.band.you sonofabitch.
next,a ghostly encounter...
kinda.
i was walking with the S.P.T.B(Stealth Public Transport Bomber)aka,di xian,then we saw in a window a human/ghostly figure.human cos it was a human shped thing,ghostly cos it was inhumanely huge.it covered the whole window.i went hysterical.i was freaked out and laughing,while dx was like, 'whats that?!' then,when the shock wore off, we realised it was (probably.i really cant be sure) a sack of rice/potatoes,and other items. later,on the tenth floor on dx's flat, there was this hallway.at the end of it,was a door.it was open most of the time,so we didnt pay much attention to it usually.this time,it was open as always.so, we walked away to dx's house,two floors below the tenth floor (the lift only reaches 1,6,10).i was about to leave when i saw an ah ma(old lady) wearing traditional old lady clothes, standing in the open doorway.it could only have been 2 seconds since i last looked(and saw an empty doorway) when she appeared. i was freaked out.FREAKED OUT.totally.
well...thats it.the main content of this time's post. only one advert left to post...

Name: Gran Ooi
Age:14+
Gender:Male
Status:Single,and wanting.
Info.:i looking for people to donate to my Bike Fund.any amount will do.really.5 cents,$5, so long as its s'pore money.or,you can choose to donate to my,Buy-a-Bass-or-Not Fund. i thinking of playing bass.cos of encouragement and personnal music background on it.but its $300.no small amount.anyways,the Bike Fund is more urgent,so please donate.Thank You.

2007-04-22T05:07:00.000-07:00

dammit.no money.dammit.so much homework.dammit mid year come so fast.i just realised today that,bloody hell,instead of giving us time to revise,teachers are actually giving more and more homework.i know,its supposed to be practice,but personal revision is better.thats just my opinion though.
putting that topic aside,i have discovered that,teenagers nowadays 'bo lui ma ai kam lui',no money still spend money(or something roughly like that.),quoting my grandmother. i find this to be true.aside from me,there are many such examples. though they are more,'u lui ma ai kam lui',have money,spend money,its still a bad habit,no?i refuse to mention any examples because i fear for my life.ok.random and lame,but i nothing better to write.
ok.i know.this entry damn lame.and dumb.but,no inspiration today.well,not like i got inspiration then can write damn well,but better then like this.oh well.
oh ya,maroon 5 rocks.undiscovered treasure is what they are.and my com sucks.can buy me new one?somebody?anybody?last thing,i think i going die.theres something wrong with my body everywhere.hands,stomach,mouth.haiz.i dun wanna die yet.i think.i dun know.dun have much anchoring me to this world.ah well.it happens when you're someone like me.

2007-04-19T05:41:00.001-07:00

MMORPG Final Phantasy 2-2 Part 1. Haha.rocked.today was a pretty good day,with chinese being not so bad,everything else not bad.except maybe,lit.suddenly,like my circuits tio cut,stone like,threee times. haha.then after school is the fun part. basketball like siao.i actually improved a bit.but now damn tired,uniform damn dirty,and missed a couple of things.haiz.need to pioritise better.but then,i need to improve my bBall skills more leh.then can be more than a tall f*ck standing in under basket,waiting to snatch ball.sometimes i feel useless sia.
then i realised today too that,i dun have a life sia.i dun play com games,i dun play a musical instrument(except the d.bass,which i also not v good at),my studies arent good,even my sporting ability is severely handicapped by my size.haiz.can someone point out something i actually am good at?
Btw, i forgot to put this in the Final Phantasy 2-2 Character List...

Gran:
Level 15 Piece Of Shit
IQ:50%
Strength:50%
Charm:20%
Personali...Ok. I'm Feeling Emo Already.
Skill:Fat.And Stupid.(Sniff Sniff...Cries)

Haha.no la.wun cry.i think.

2007-04-15T06:31:00.000-07:00

Dog shit. thats what this week has been. obviously,the silver's top on the list.i mean, silver. i know, i suck. probably cos of me thats why have one. but,reeading about chinese ochestra's GWH, i feel damn bitter la. i want to wish them good job la. but then,really hurts la.like got this splinter there. then after that, friday was one hell of a bitchy day. we were, for lack of a better word, 'humped' by three teachers la.though all three teachers had goood reeason to,but the humping was really quite hiong la.i mean,first one(i shall not mention names as i fear for my life) was cos of his problems of his other post,which was discipline master. i kinda pity him la. alot of responsibilities i guess.but although he was emo-y,he still taught us,so kudos. second one...i'd rather skip it,but although it was quite scary(no,i am not exaggerating),i pity her too la.third one was the most hiong one sia.two teachers in fact,but in one period. was quite a waking up though. ah well. suay lor. i wanna fall in love again.though it hurts,but the feeling is...beautiful. dammit. i feel machoistic. and emo.

2007-04-12T06:48:00.000-07:00

Long Time since i touched this blog.Busy with band and studying.(exam in two weeks.bloody shit).Band...damn hardcore.overnight thrice,outdoor camp once at pasir ris,to see and feel the sunrise. sunrise is one of pieces we played for SYF,and incantation and dance.we worked hard la.i just,feel damn wasted.first and last one.i sucked at my instrument,but i worked hard.parts i screwed up consistently,stopped beeing screwed up.i,we tried our best.we made music.but,does it really mean that,the fact we got a silver is insignificant?no...we did make music,but to leave a black spot on our school's record...i feel ashamed.but,it is time to move on.SYF,may our juniors carry off where we left off and conquer you,bringing the band to new heights.but,rest for two weeks or at least until our mid terms are over,alot to ask meh?so fast resume practice.
on a lighter note,i feel free!lighter,less burdened,more...well,free.yet,theres this pain there...after finally confessing after so long,the response,though i told myself not to expect a positive one,still hit me hard.so hard,that i feel almost as pain as when i kept it a secret.but at least this time,i have the knowledge of being free from my own personal shackles to go along with the pain.i must say i still love her,i cannot help it...maybe...maybe one day...
but until thene,congrats to all bands who got what they expected or more for SYF.but remember,make music,not (like a certain choir's certain conductor)a name for yourself.so what if you get gold with honours.it means nothing by getting it by playing notes.you might succeed using insensitive technicality,but we fall with soulful and passionate music.

2007-02-28T07:40:00.000-08:00

O.o.Long time no see, no i never mati. just stressed. what with the OVERWHELMING HMWORK and just f-ked up band(sometimes), it can be quite terrifing.ok.granted not many people come here,but i shall stay true. ok. well. today sucked ass. school time was like ugh. cos like,all the periods were medicorely interesting,with chinese being like,suck. then band was...ok too. just my junior's quite f-ked up. he is just like i was (still is,maybe.) when i was that age. now i know how pissed off my seniors must have been. so, it will be a long and painful road to changing him la. either that,or we kick him out. muahahahaha. ok.today got no ling gan.shall end here.random.

2007-02-05T05:45:00.000-08:00

long time sincee i wrote anything.seemed pointless...so little people visit...but nonetheless,here i am.was sick today.fever,bodyache,throat inflammation...etc etc.first time i took mc off school day i think.i cant remember a day when i actually mc'ed a school day.hmmm...historic,maybe?haha...in good mood...maybe this breather i took helped alot.hmmm...nothing much else happened...so,i end heree with a saying...(dun ask me.i just suddenly thought of it.' Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned'

2007-01-31T06:29:00.000-08:00

today.no improvement on the whole deepreession thing.if anything,it got worse.i stayed back after band,to play soccer for awhile.my mother wentt bonza and linked from 30 mins of soccer to trying to anger her to deeath.oh,and not studying,and ruining my future,and not thingking for her,and not sharing her burden,and why did she give birth to a son like me.just cos i stya back for 30 in to play soccer.WWWTTTFFF???????!!!!!!!!!!!!FUCK HER.FUCKING BITCH.I HATE HER.

2007-01-30T06:02:00.000-08:00

today...quite dumb.starting to feel quite depressed.partly...mostly about Her(AKA The One I Love)...i just dont understand how attracted...how in love i can be with Her.its been so long.and yet.and yet.i know she proobably likes someone else...hell she for suree likes someone else...maybe she doesnt like anyone now...anyway,i just know she will never like me.maybe,a few weeks back,i would've held some hope.but...now,through some self thinking,i realize...she wun like me.she cant like me.i know.i suck.i have no endearing qualities.the only thing i'm good at are eating,sleeping.i even suck at soccer.i know.i'm useless.i reealized all these.and my hopes were alll gone.i just know she wun like me.then...meaning's been taken out of my life.all the things i ever lived for seems to have gone:lost its meaningfulness.soccer,a once favorite pastime of mine.now seems so pointless.she wont like me cos i play soccer.so why should i play it?i know,it makes no sense.why should i play soccer for her?but...its exactly how i feel.i will still play soccer,basketball...but...all these just seem so meaningless.study...why should i?she wun like just cos i get good grades.everything is just so damn meaningless.

the strings that attached me to life...you have cut them off.a puppet with no strings-why should i live on?

2007-01-25T04:31:00.000-08:00

today...twas ok.yu-gi-oh madness!play alot la.damn shitty.i know i shouldnt,but i did...so too bad.also,chem homework...i have to do.i so sad...oh well.and today...should i call it fate?or maybe i was just mistaken.but then...ahh well.nvm.not much to write today...tml got chem test...well,thats all.

2007-01-24T06:38:00.000-08:00

today.i damn pissed.at a particular person.though i shouldnt say her name out.but she reeally is a bitch.i dun want to write about today.damn crap shit day.

2007-01-23T04:43:00.000-08:00

pffft.the day i hate most.tuesday.today was particularly assed up.morning practice,some ass went and farted. i mean,Wtf.it stank like crap la.then the rest of the day was normal,albeit long.then got bio spa lesson...damn nice.ok.not damn nice.but...fun,relatively.onion epidermis and crap. then got bio test.wtf...but...i dun think will fail.ok.tats all.i feel quite distracted,so i wun write too much.

2007-01-22T06:38:00.000-08:00

ok.screw the poetry thing.f'k it.today.band was the highlight(i know.wtf?!)t'was sec 1 orientation,and finally got a sec 1...though he's not my ideal sec 1(too...um...nvm.),but i'm happy,nonetheless.then sec 3 meeeting for band was crap.make some dumbass slogan for the Asethetique performancee.so difficult meh?------DewDrops of Music------see?one right off the top of my head.dewdrops are refreshing,gives you the feeling of a fresh new day,and deewdrops of music refreshign and new music...isnt it what our band is trying to achieve?or,---------Bach And Now------------bach was a great composer,he even had his own era.so,if we say bach and now,we are trying to imply our music is going to form a new era,an era equal,if not surpassing,bach's era.see?so simple.then we have to go be stuck with some boring shit slogan, "our life,our music"...i mean,no offense,but its so unoriginal,so stale la.i not saying mine v good...but at least a bit better right?then after band when to meeeet my friend.pffft.go there tio tortured.he/she happy happy whack me.not happy,also whack me.but then i got help his/her friend abit la...so feel a little better about myself.ok.enough fer today.see ya next time,suckas!

2007-01-18T04:52:00.000-08:00

today.18-1-07.thursday.one day closer to the weekend.got badminton match on sunday wiz me cousin.pffft.i going to tio own la.anyways,today.chinese was double period.pffft.it was stupid la.dumbass chinese teacher.her lesson was as interesting as watching paint dry la.so i fell asleep.then she ask me to stand up as punishment.fine.i'm a man of integrity.then when i had to go toilet,i raised my hand up.cos i respect her as a teacher,so i dun want to interrupt her when she teaching.then she bloody hell ignored me throughout the lesson la.i was pissed off man.i marched right up to her and stared and slowly asked permission to go.then she said no going toilet during class.the bitch.old as shiit.if she died it would be like,WOOOHOOO.one less asshole to pollute the earth.ok.enough.i feel better.oh.and some of my friends almost stole stuff la.lucky another guy pursuaded them not to.and got this guy,tio leg infection.wonder if his leg will tio amputated.heh...joking.and soccer today was shit.i thought a ball went out of the court and was looking at the sky.turns out it wasnt out,and they scored a goal.WTF.
oh,and this is a monumental day in my tiny weeensy little blog.i shall now be posting entries in poetic form from now on,till further notice.cos i need to practice for my lit pure.ok,here goes,

today was a crappy day
with an equally crappy teacher
she teaches us chinese and shit
but shes more like heartless creature.

hmmm...needs improvement.i'll go work on it.till next entry,suckas!

2007-01-16T06:15:00.000-08:00

today.15/16(cant be bothered.)january 2007.was a piece of shit day.our school is divided in to triple,double,and combined sciences.then,combined and double science class go off at 1.40 pm.me,i'min double,chem and bio.and bloody hell,i got stuck in the class which has triple science people mixed in.there fore,i could only go off at 3.50.aint that just f'ked up?then i missed soccer with my friends.shit.and i got a new haircut,a low maintanence one.ok.enough for today.oh,and one more thing:I HAVENT SUBMITTED MY MATHA'F'ING SOCIAL STUDIES RESPONSE!!!F'KING HELL!!!

2007-01-15T07:01:00.000-08:00

today.15 january 2007.ok day.highlight,is soccer.both sessions.the one at recess was nicee.but i let one in.shit.after band,i performed better...but still...some pesky little balls got in to the holes in my defence.ahem.ok.nothing else.stupid day.

2007-01-14T06:33:00.000-08:00

today.14 january 2007.sunday.pfffft.i hate sundays.it sucks when you discover,SHIT.my f'ing homework.then ya think,shit.its so late.forget it.i do it tomorrow.then ya remember.shit.i got band in the morning.then i started my maths tuition today.not that its boring or anything,but then i cant sleep in late on sundays already.pffft.i mean,its a f'ing sunday.let me sleep damn it.ok.thats enough.i feel depressed enough.till next time.pffft.if i remember to blog that is.

2006-08-01T07:37:00.000-07:00

well.first day.no one's here.if you come by, TAG.please.haiz.school sucks.the teacher's the flabby arms, flab so much they can fly.so, i mean, WTF la.damn flabby.and btw, i love the easterbunny.to bad it hates me.sniff sniff.oh well.btw, i love this girl..and...next time.i gtg now.mwahaha!!!LAMEEEEEEEEEEEE...