This here's a quiz I grabbed from Amy's blog. Thanks! ;)
Here's how it goes...
1) Put your music player on shuffle
2) press forward for each question
3) use the song title as the answer for your qns, even if it doesn't make sense
4) tag 5 other people
5) bold the questions and the the answers and give ur own comments
how are you feeling today? In The End
Not exactly at my wits' end, but yes, somewhat against a brickwall.
how do your friends see u? The Right Kind Of Wrong
I guess there has to be a properly evil person to motivate us all sometimes. Call Me!
will you get married? Thanks For The Memories
Shit you mean I already was?
what is your best friend's theme song? Here For You
'Nuff said :-)
what is the story of ur life? Lucky Star
YEAH BABY WOOHOO! Well actually, not all that lucky. Fair share of ups and downs, but good.
what was primary school like? 100 Years
Sure felt like it. I mean, PSLE?!
how can you get ahead in life? Careless Whisper
Going around tweeting sweet nothings into strangers' ears. Watch out, neighbour.
what is the best thing about your friends? Jesus Take The Wheel
Toughie. Some friends have always been ready with an encouraging word or two, and I guess that's a piece of heaven when you're down.
what is in store for this weekend? May It Be
Screw that schedule, I'm going skiing.
what song describes you? Let Me Show You (The Way)
OK I admit I'm hard-headed and stubborn at times. God this quiz is wickedly psychic.
describe your grandparents? Pink
Um.
How is your life going? A Million Miles Away
Don't we all feel detached from life sometimes?
how does the world see you? Smooth
Hoo boy. Not exactly the image I want to portray, but Savile Row: watch out.
will you have a happy life? Don't Fear The Reaper
Bloody psychic quiz. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER
what does your friend really think of you? My World
Wrapped up in my own world sometimes, yep.
Do people secretly lust after you? One Night In Beijing
Told you I was Casanova.
how can i make myself happy? Obsession
Cars rule my life. And only cars.
What should you do with your life? Ready Steady Go
I've always been a go-getter. Of sorts.
will you ever have children? Closer
Heck, I'm only 18!
Tag 5 other people. Hmm. Anybody who feels like it just grab and tag lah, but make sure you let me know when you're posting it so I can read ;)
A million and one things to do on a Sunday. Hell.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Here's to challenging yourself
"Here's to challenging yourself.
Johnnie Walker.
Keep walking."
I just love this slogan from JW. It's so cool, especially when Fernando Alonso steps out of his car on the deck of the aircraft carrier and all the techs on deck just give him that :O look.
"In a dogfight, a fighter pilot experiences up to 5Gs for over a minute. In a race, a Formula 1 driver experiences up to 5Gs for over an hour."
God how I wish all the fighter-pilot wannabes I know could watch that advert. Pussies.
Today was boring. Went to school for CCA Open House which was possibly the most boring day of my recently remembered life. Went home and dinner with my fam after that, hadn't a chance to get much organ practice done.
I'm thinking whether I should apply for a PDL or complete all my theory lessons for driving first. I think I should start with my theory first and complete it all, then move on to practical lessons. What do you think?
Talked to bestest last night. She's not getting enough sleep, she's worried about a thousand and one things and to top it all off she's worried about her mum's reaction to her results. :( Stressed out, that poor girl. Need to help her more.
Johnnie Walker.
Keep walking."
I just love this slogan from JW. It's so cool, especially when Fernando Alonso steps out of his car on the deck of the aircraft carrier and all the techs on deck just give him that :O look.
"In a dogfight, a fighter pilot experiences up to 5Gs for over a minute. In a race, a Formula 1 driver experiences up to 5Gs for over an hour."
God how I wish all the fighter-pilot wannabes I know could watch that advert. Pussies.
Today was boring. Went to school for CCA Open House which was possibly the most boring day of my recently remembered life. Went home and dinner with my fam after that, hadn't a chance to get much organ practice done.
I'm thinking whether I should apply for a PDL or complete all my theory lessons for driving first. I think I should start with my theory first and complete it all, then move on to practical lessons. What do you think?
Talked to bestest last night. She's not getting enough sleep, she's worried about a thousand and one things and to top it all off she's worried about her mum's reaction to her results. :( Stressed out, that poor girl. Need to help her more.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
So it's like this...
What cock. I can't think of a single car to write home about, so it shall be my MST results which I will now entertain you with.
I've gotten back AEF, MCT, OOP, RWP (topped the class!) and Servo. Servo was the last paper, which wasn't much of a relief. It was complete nonsense. I stared at the paper and the paper stared back at me, looking like some sort of evil parchment that ended with the words "......DEATH BY BURNING". I swear I thought I was going to die for that paper, but ended up getting a respectable 42, which according to my lecturer is a pass. God I do love poly. I've yet to get back Math paper, which I hear from some of my friends is hellfire and damnation for them - and I too. Truth be told it's not so much receiving the results back as it is for my folks to know. I really dread that 4th hell (thanks Amy). Failures are stepping stones to success however, and I shan't let this get me down
Oh I've decided now. I'll do my first proper car review with whatever limited knowledge I've got on Saturday about the hard and exciting BMW M5. I can't promise the review will be hard and exciting because it'll be my first writing as such, so forgive me if I do make a few concessions here and there. Watch out for it!
I've gotten back AEF, MCT, OOP, RWP (topped the class!) and Servo. Servo was the last paper, which wasn't much of a relief. It was complete nonsense. I stared at the paper and the paper stared back at me, looking like some sort of evil parchment that ended with the words "......DEATH BY BURNING". I swear I thought I was going to die for that paper, but ended up getting a respectable 42, which according to my lecturer is a pass. God I do love poly. I've yet to get back Math paper, which I hear from some of my friends is hellfire and damnation for them - and I too. Truth be told it's not so much receiving the results back as it is for my folks to know. I really dread that 4th hell (thanks Amy). Failures are stepping stones to success however, and I shan't let this get me down
Oh I've decided now. I'll do my first proper car review with whatever limited knowledge I've got on Saturday about the hard and exciting BMW M5. I can't promise the review will be hard and exciting because it'll be my first writing as such, so forgive me if I do make a few concessions here and there. Watch out for it!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
a little about the new...
Ok, so those of you revisiting may be wondering what's new this time round. Plenty, actually.
For starters, I'll be writing about cars, mostly. Hence the change in blog address. Guess the visitors to the old one will have to renavigate :D. But that won't be all. Anything inane, exciting, stimulating - ridiculous, even - may have the potential to all be included inside this nice new blog.
Ok Amy if you want your pretty pictures inside here, beg me too.
For starters, I'll be writing about cars, mostly. Hence the change in blog address. Guess the visitors to the old one will have to renavigate :D. But that won't be all. Anything inane, exciting, stimulating - ridiculous, even - may have the potential to all be included inside this nice new blog.
Ok Amy if you want your pretty pictures inside here, beg me too.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
smorgasbord
Forget good marks on a test.
Forget the time you received your first paycheck.
Forget the first time you got kissed.
Forget the first time you got laid.
None of that matters.
Because what I saw today takes the whole cake. And when I say the whole cake, I mean the WHOLE cake plus the cherry on top.
In the space of less than 10 minutes, I saw a Bentley Continental GT, the old AND new Audi TT and a Ferrari 360 Modena F1. I saw another car too but I'm kicking myself for forgetting what it was. No matter.
Oh and in addition I saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo and a Maserati 3200GT yesterday.
I think God must be smiling upon me.
The Bentley impressed me the most. I was sitting at the bus-stop waiting when in a flash, I caught a transient glimpse of that all too-familiar baby blue color scheme that practically defines the Continental GT. It was a pity that I only saw its side and rear end. But it wasn't the sight that took my breath away, literally. It was the engine. Even from 50m away I could hear the sonorous burble of the 6.0L, 552bhp, 479-lb-ft, turbocharged DOHC 48-valve W-12 engine. It was a raw, deep, stirring, violent sound - and very, very W-12. No other engine in the world can even begin to compete with that handbuilt motor. That sound and that engine is the absolute pinnacle of luxury vehicle engineering. Just listening to it could bring a smile to your lips and make you just want to run over and feel that car, damn the traffic. Man, I could go on and on about it, but it wouldn't be fair to the other cars I've seen too. They are all marvels of design and engineering as well.
Changing gears, I've to say that this coming February 14th is finally a significant day for me. Well, at least I bought the flowers in advance to avoid all those last minute rocketship-pricing strategies those silly florists do to rape your pocket of every last cent. It's absolute idiocy and insanity. Those prices are astronomical. Indescribably exorbitant. But I guess it's a small price to pay if you're celebrating V-day with someone special. And this is my first V-day too. Not sure how I'm going to handle it. Guys and gals: if you wanna show off your dating skills, now's the time to share them.
PEEE paper was a smooth-sailing affair yesterday. I managed to answer 95% of the questions, with the other 5% being left to chance. No I'm kidding. I managed to answer them all but I don't think that A is going to come my way anytime soon. I guess I was pretty lucky to have Eunice by my side. Her encouragement showed me the way even if my notes all suddenly didn't make any sense. I'm sincerely thankful to her for that. And too, for going Dutch this V-day :), because we both know I haven't enough money to feed a hamster, let alone both of us. Thanks :).
Well, there's still DE and Math paper left to tackle, on the 5th and 9th respectively. I'll need all the luck I can get now. I'll see you guys around.
Forget the time you received your first paycheck.
Forget the first time you got kissed.
Forget the first time you got laid.
None of that matters.
Because what I saw today takes the whole cake. And when I say the whole cake, I mean the WHOLE cake plus the cherry on top.
In the space of less than 10 minutes, I saw a Bentley Continental GT, the old AND new Audi TT and a Ferrari 360 Modena F1. I saw another car too but I'm kicking myself for forgetting what it was. No matter.
Oh and in addition I saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo and a Maserati 3200GT yesterday.
I think God must be smiling upon me.
The Bentley impressed me the most. I was sitting at the bus-stop waiting when in a flash, I caught a transient glimpse of that all too-familiar baby blue color scheme that practically defines the Continental GT. It was a pity that I only saw its side and rear end. But it wasn't the sight that took my breath away, literally. It was the engine. Even from 50m away I could hear the sonorous burble of the 6.0L, 552bhp, 479-lb-ft, turbocharged DOHC 48-valve W-12 engine. It was a raw, deep, stirring, violent sound - and very, very W-12. No other engine in the world can even begin to compete with that handbuilt motor. That sound and that engine is the absolute pinnacle of luxury vehicle engineering. Just listening to it could bring a smile to your lips and make you just want to run over and feel that car, damn the traffic. Man, I could go on and on about it, but it wouldn't be fair to the other cars I've seen too. They are all marvels of design and engineering as well.
Changing gears, I've to say that this coming February 14th is finally a significant day for me. Well, at least I bought the flowers in advance to avoid all those last minute rocketship-pricing strategies those silly florists do to rape your pocket of every last cent. It's absolute idiocy and insanity. Those prices are astronomical. Indescribably exorbitant. But I guess it's a small price to pay if you're celebrating V-day with someone special. And this is my first V-day too. Not sure how I'm going to handle it. Guys and gals: if you wanna show off your dating skills, now's the time to share them.
PEEE paper was a smooth-sailing affair yesterday. I managed to answer 95% of the questions, with the other 5% being left to chance. No I'm kidding. I managed to answer them all but I don't think that A is going to come my way anytime soon. I guess I was pretty lucky to have Eunice by my side. Her encouragement showed me the way even if my notes all suddenly didn't make any sense. I'm sincerely thankful to her for that. And too, for going Dutch this V-day :), because we both know I haven't enough money to feed a hamster, let alone both of us. Thanks :).
Well, there's still DE and Math paper left to tackle, on the 5th and 9th respectively. I'll need all the luck I can get now. I'll see you guys around.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
cos I'm the one who waits for you...
I'm happy to report that we're well and good. Yup, well and good. No significant or major disruptions on the path so far, and just as well - I can't see the "Construction Works Up Ahead 200m" sign. And for once, that's a good thing. A very good thing.
Do you ever wonder how some individuals in this world can achieve so much, compared to us joes? The likes of sports and the intellectual arena have each seen their fair share of geniuses come and go. Who wouldn't be familiar with Carl Lewis, Michael Schumacher, David Beckham et al, or immediately recognize that famous brooding face and white tuft that's Einstein's? Yes these people are the trailblazers and the personalities that many attempt to emulate. Yet sometimes I wonder: what drives these people to such great heights, and push themselves further than any other person? I believe the answer lies in their love for their vocation and the deep passion that lies burning within them, which enables them to push themselves harder and further. They all share that burning desire: to be the best in their field - and sometimes, have a bit of fun along the way.
Why do I bore you with this? Let's just say I'm having some sort of personal dilemma. Currently, I'm a student taking a diploma for Aerospace Electronics. The diploma promises excellent job prospects, a comparatively high salary and above all, fun in the sky. Sounds good, doesn't it? I mean, anyone would kill for such a job that gives you all that and more - unless you're Britney Spears and flashing your hoo-ha is all you want to do, then forget it.
However, here's exactly where the problem lies. One year ago when I was filling in my choices for diplomas, I had a deep interest in aircraft. It was probably because I had just graduated from secondary school, and my CCA was the Air element of NCC, which probably had me figured for a diploma in that. But as time passed by in the year, I began to have doubts.
Doubts that stemmed from my sudden, explosive interest in all things automotive.
Now before you brand me as an airheaded, screw-loose, rednecked petrolhead, I daresay my taste for car is not boy-racerish. Uh-uh. I do like Japanese pocket rockets, yes - but just for the cars' engineering. The designs and stickers and decals are all rubbish. In the same breath I'd like to say that I much prefer European sports models and American ones to them. More class, more style, more finery and elegance.
Especially Aston Martin. Ooh aah.
Well, all that aside, I sometimes now ask myself: is getting a diploma in AE going to define my life, or am I going to find something to define my life by. And I think I might, just might, find solace in competitive race-car driving. It's probably a primeval urge to have the need for speed, but right now, I could really ring up Schumacher and ask him to bring me to the Nürbürgring to have a couple of laps in the F2003. My desire to race competitively is that strong.
Competitive racing is not as low class as most of you might think it is. Race car drivers are every bit as fit as professional athletes like soccer players. They train every day to improve their reflexes and strength, because the stresses of manhandling a 1-tonne vehicle around the racetrack for more than an hour isn't child's play at all. Then there is the car itself, which most of the time is a marvel of engineering. The engine management system, the engine itself, suspension, steering, tyres, the type of material the vehicle's made out of are all wonderful marvels of engineering. It is no exaggeration to say that a race vehicle is a culmination of all the advances mankind has made in machining and materials manufacturing, not to mention metallurgy and composites creation.
And then there's the team behind the car, but that's another story.
The race begins.
Do you ever wonder how some individuals in this world can achieve so much, compared to us joes? The likes of sports and the intellectual arena have each seen their fair share of geniuses come and go. Who wouldn't be familiar with Carl Lewis, Michael Schumacher, David Beckham et al, or immediately recognize that famous brooding face and white tuft that's Einstein's? Yes these people are the trailblazers and the personalities that many attempt to emulate. Yet sometimes I wonder: what drives these people to such great heights, and push themselves further than any other person? I believe the answer lies in their love for their vocation and the deep passion that lies burning within them, which enables them to push themselves harder and further. They all share that burning desire: to be the best in their field - and sometimes, have a bit of fun along the way.
Why do I bore you with this? Let's just say I'm having some sort of personal dilemma. Currently, I'm a student taking a diploma for Aerospace Electronics. The diploma promises excellent job prospects, a comparatively high salary and above all, fun in the sky. Sounds good, doesn't it? I mean, anyone would kill for such a job that gives you all that and more - unless you're Britney Spears and flashing your hoo-ha is all you want to do, then forget it.
However, here's exactly where the problem lies. One year ago when I was filling in my choices for diplomas, I had a deep interest in aircraft. It was probably because I had just graduated from secondary school, and my CCA was the Air element of NCC, which probably had me figured for a diploma in that. But as time passed by in the year, I began to have doubts.
Doubts that stemmed from my sudden, explosive interest in all things automotive.
Now before you brand me as an airheaded, screw-loose, rednecked petrolhead, I daresay my taste for car is not boy-racerish. Uh-uh. I do like Japanese pocket rockets, yes - but just for the cars' engineering. The designs and stickers and decals are all rubbish. In the same breath I'd like to say that I much prefer European sports models and American ones to them. More class, more style, more finery and elegance.
Especially Aston Martin. Ooh aah.
Well, all that aside, I sometimes now ask myself: is getting a diploma in AE going to define my life, or am I going to find something to define my life by. And I think I might, just might, find solace in competitive race-car driving. It's probably a primeval urge to have the need for speed, but right now, I could really ring up Schumacher and ask him to bring me to the Nürbürgring to have a couple of laps in the F2003. My desire to race competitively is that strong.
Competitive racing is not as low class as most of you might think it is. Race car drivers are every bit as fit as professional athletes like soccer players. They train every day to improve their reflexes and strength, because the stresses of manhandling a 1-tonne vehicle around the racetrack for more than an hour isn't child's play at all. Then there is the car itself, which most of the time is a marvel of engineering. The engine management system, the engine itself, suspension, steering, tyres, the type of material the vehicle's made out of are all wonderful marvels of engineering. It is no exaggeration to say that a race vehicle is a culmination of all the advances mankind has made in machining and materials manufacturing, not to mention metallurgy and composites creation.
And then there's the team behind the car, but that's another story.
The race begins.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
a little more conversation...
-rubs hands. Ah, where do I begin, it's been a long while since I've blogged. And that's not counting that rush job of a headline review previous ;)
I'm just days away from having my final year exams. They're on the 31st, 5th and 9th. At least the good people at Scheduling did a fantastic job of spacing them out just right. What I'm really worried about is my Structured Programming test Monday tomorrow. I don't want to fail it, that's why right after this I'm gonna hit the ebook and read up all I can and practice my ass off. I'm so worried.
Things have been going just fine here, at least from my perspective. However, I've a healthy regard for Murphy's Law No. 3: If everything seems to be fine, you obviously don't know what the hell is going on.
How true, m'dear.
I have no idea what happened that night. I was stumbling over and over, like a bumbling idiot. Just couldn't make it work. At last it came out. And, well, to tell the truth, I was squeezing my eyes shut in fear of what I was gonna see. However, it wasn't as bad as I had initially feared, so it's all OK now :). Things are going a-OK for now. Let it be, for a long time to come.
Let's see what else I've missed out. Oh yeah, my 6-week holiday after my SUCCESSFUL EXAMS. I guess I'll go get a job: I really could use the extra dough. And then probably I'll go find meself a new phone. Looking at any 1 of 3 brands: Nokia, Samsung, Sony Ericsson.
Bah, if I can't find any nice ones, I'll just stick to my K608i, a.k.a. Old Faithful. We've been through hell and high water (literally) together, thick and thin, etc. And he's still working fine as ever. Joystick's getting wonky though :(.
I'm just days away from having my final year exams. They're on the 31st, 5th and 9th. At least the good people at Scheduling did a fantastic job of spacing them out just right. What I'm really worried about is my Structured Programming test Monday tomorrow. I don't want to fail it, that's why right after this I'm gonna hit the ebook and read up all I can and practice my ass off. I'm so worried.
Things have been going just fine here, at least from my perspective. However, I've a healthy regard for Murphy's Law No. 3: If everything seems to be fine, you obviously don't know what the hell is going on.
How true, m'dear.
I have no idea what happened that night. I was stumbling over and over, like a bumbling idiot. Just couldn't make it work. At last it came out. And, well, to tell the truth, I was squeezing my eyes shut in fear of what I was gonna see. However, it wasn't as bad as I had initially feared, so it's all OK now :). Things are going a-OK for now. Let it be, for a long time to come.
Let's see what else I've missed out. Oh yeah, my 6-week holiday after my SUCCESSFUL EXAMS. I guess I'll go get a job: I really could use the extra dough. And then probably I'll go find meself a new phone. Looking at any 1 of 3 brands: Nokia, Samsung, Sony Ericsson.
Bah, if I can't find any nice ones, I'll just stick to my K608i, a.k.a. Old Faithful. We've been through hell and high water (literally) together, thick and thin, etc. And he's still working fine as ever. Joystick's getting wonky though :(.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Mostly Real News
All right guys, my heartfelt apologies at not updating for the past few days. It's been hectic, and I've not had enough time with myself or with my darling blog. I'd like to spice things back up. Here are some really nice headlines taken off an email I received. Not sure if you fellas have seen them, but here they are. They're really witty, so you need to twist your English around to see the true humour in them. Enjoy!
Typhoon Rips Through
Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Crack Found on Governor's Daughter
[Imagine that!]
[Imagine that!]
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
[No, really?]
[No, really?]
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers [Now that's taking things a bit far!]
Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?
[Not if I wipe thoroughly!]
[Not if I wipe thoroughly!]
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
[What a guy!]
[What a guy!]
Miners Refuse to Work after Death
[No-good-for- nothing' lazy so-and-sos!]
[No-good-for- nothing' lazy so-and-sos!]
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
[See if that works any better than a fair trial!]
[See if that works any better than a fair trial!]
War Dims Hope for Peace
[I can see where it might have that effect!]
[I can see where it might have that effect!]
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
[You think?]
[You think?]
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
[Who would have thought!]
[Who would have thought!]
Enfield ( London ) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
[They may be on to something!]
[They may be on to something!]
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
[You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?]
[You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?]
Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge
[he probably IS the battery charge!]
[he probably IS the battery charge!]
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
[Weren't they fat enough?!]
[Weren't they fat enough?!]
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas
in Spacecraft
[That's what he gets for eating those beans!]
in Spacecraft
[That's what he gets for eating those beans!]
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
[Taste like chicken?]
[Taste like chicken?]
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
[Chainsaw Massacre all over again!]
[Chainsaw Massacre all over again!]
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
[Boy, are they tall!]
[Boy, are they tall!]
And the winner is....
Typhoon Rips Through
Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Monday, January 08, 2007
thinking of...
After 5 long years, is this how you want to end it - again? After that previous episode, I don't think anything you do now will faze me. I am tired. I am beyond the point of caring anymore. I'm a very magnanimous person, but sometimes people like you drive me to the brink of insanity. I don't know what I have done wrong. All this time I have been doing what I know best: to be as good a friend as anyone would like to have. But time and again you have proved that I am not up to par with your standards. I won't be as handsome or as "tuned-in" or as rich or be blessed with all-roundedness as other guys you know. I will never possess such qualities. God made me as I am, and I accept that with no equivocations. You have never liked me as I am. Not a single time did I feel that I was someone special to you. You however have been somewhat of an enigma to me: a person whom I enjoy being with, yet hold that enjoyment with a pint of distant regard. You have been, and always will, be someone unique to me in my journey through life.
I shall not drag this final write-up any longer, because there is nothing more to say. You have done this to me once and I don't think you'll hesitate to do it to me again. In this respect, I will never be able to understand you. I'll never be able to fathom the things you do to those who truly want to help you and understand you. People who want to be heard by you but you're too wrapped up in your own small world to care. People who actually do give a damn whether you're hurting or rejoicing.
People who care.
And so on this note, I shall end. I wish not to part with any animosity between us. The time for that has come and gone. Should Lady Luck smile upon us, we might meet again in the distant future. If we do not, then you have my blessings for a sound and peaceful life in the years to come. Live long and prosper, my dear.
Goodbye.
Wong Kai Yi
2345
8th January 2007
I shall not drag this final write-up any longer, because there is nothing more to say. You have done this to me once and I don't think you'll hesitate to do it to me again. In this respect, I will never be able to understand you. I'll never be able to fathom the things you do to those who truly want to help you and understand you. People who want to be heard by you but you're too wrapped up in your own small world to care. People who actually do give a damn whether you're hurting or rejoicing.
People who care.
And so on this note, I shall end. I wish not to part with any animosity between us. The time for that has come and gone. Should Lady Luck smile upon us, we might meet again in the distant future. If we do not, then you have my blessings for a sound and peaceful life in the years to come. Live long and prosper, my dear.
Goodbye.
Wong Kai Yi
2345
8th January 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
today
To say that I felt great with Amy today is an understatement. She's just a great person to be around with. We talked much today, discussed some stuff and generally had a fun time. She passed me my present: a Billabong tee and a little salt shaker in the shape of a little guy. I especially adore the little shaker. That's just great. Honestly I can say that she's the only person from the opposite sex whom I'm really comfortable being with, and whom I really enjoy being around with. I may sound slightly effervescent saying all this ("gushing", anyone?) but it's all true, believe me. I'll never be able to type everything that I enjoyed with her out because it'll never end.
It's all worth it, spending time with someone who really cares.
Got my hair cut at Thomson Plaza. And when I was exiting the building, the most incredible thing happened. I was kind of walking fast, when this youngster who couldn't have possibly been older than me - maybe 1, 2 years younger - approached me from the side. He was pushing for donations. You know those kinds, charity pamphlet in one hand, identity card in the other, pushing for donations for some kind of save-the-kids foundation or some institute for the retarded in which they really should be in (I have my ways of helping these poor people, thank you very much). I was walking fast, when he strode up to me and went "excuse me sir..". Ok here, I might have been slightly abrasive but I simply said "no thanks" and carried on walking. Don't blame me. I've been approached many times by these people and frankly, I don't know whether these fellas and the organization they claim to be representing are legit. Anyway, what happened next was nothing short of bizarre. As I walked away, I clearly heard the fella mutter "wah walk so fast". Now, at this point of time I was so incensed, I had half a mind to do an about-turn and slog him once in his face. But cooler heads have prevailed and so did mine, and I just carried on walking. I simply attribute his sentence to a juvenile and immature expression of annoyance.
What right do these youngsters have to snidely snipe comments at people who refuse to donate? And how can these people so aggressively push their sales pitch (yes, sales pitch) at people like us? Does the NCSS have guidelines drawn up as to protect the donor too? I don't fully blame the young man as he was just doing a job, possibly on a volunteership basis or as a paid employee. What I accuse is the charity (or front organization, dare I say) of using aggressive tactics and emotionally-manipulative stories of destitute children and/or homeless individuals to tug on the heartstrings of donors, and making use of impressionable young people to do their begging for them, in a manner which is wholly inappropriate and invasive. If you're marketing a new clothes rack that dances or a cooking stove which can sing Ave Maria, fine, but don't bring your new Donald-Trump-invented marketing tactics into charity. That's just wrong. I think that even if the people whom these organizations claim to be acting for are genuine, they won't approve of the methods used to collect donations should they hear about them.
This has got to stop. I've half a mind to write in to the Straits Times forum because I don't think I'm the only victim of such overtly-aggressive donation collection. It's time someone said something to prevent another NKF disaster from blowing up.
It's all worth it, spending time with someone who really cares.
Got my hair cut at Thomson Plaza. And when I was exiting the building, the most incredible thing happened. I was kind of walking fast, when this youngster who couldn't have possibly been older than me - maybe 1, 2 years younger - approached me from the side. He was pushing for donations. You know those kinds, charity pamphlet in one hand, identity card in the other, pushing for donations for some kind of save-the-kids foundation or some institute for the retarded in which they really should be in (I have my ways of helping these poor people, thank you very much). I was walking fast, when he strode up to me and went "excuse me sir..". Ok here, I might have been slightly abrasive but I simply said "no thanks" and carried on walking. Don't blame me. I've been approached many times by these people and frankly, I don't know whether these fellas and the organization they claim to be representing are legit. Anyway, what happened next was nothing short of bizarre. As I walked away, I clearly heard the fella mutter "wah walk so fast". Now, at this point of time I was so incensed, I had half a mind to do an about-turn and slog him once in his face. But cooler heads have prevailed and so did mine, and I just carried on walking. I simply attribute his sentence to a juvenile and immature expression of annoyance.
What right do these youngsters have to snidely snipe comments at people who refuse to donate? And how can these people so aggressively push their sales pitch (yes, sales pitch) at people like us? Does the NCSS have guidelines drawn up as to protect the donor too? I don't fully blame the young man as he was just doing a job, possibly on a volunteership basis or as a paid employee. What I accuse is the charity (or front organization, dare I say) of using aggressive tactics and emotionally-manipulative stories of destitute children and/or homeless individuals to tug on the heartstrings of donors, and making use of impressionable young people to do their begging for them, in a manner which is wholly inappropriate and invasive. If you're marketing a new clothes rack that dances or a cooking stove which can sing Ave Maria, fine, but don't bring your new Donald-Trump-invented marketing tactics into charity. That's just wrong. I think that even if the people whom these organizations claim to be acting for are genuine, they won't approve of the methods used to collect donations should they hear about them.
This has got to stop. I've half a mind to write in to the Straits Times forum because I don't think I'm the only victim of such overtly-aggressive donation collection. It's time someone said something to prevent another NKF disaster from blowing up.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
SCOOP: EXTRA! (warning: several scenes depicted are visually disturbing. viewer discretion is advised)
NURSERY RHYMES: THE REAL LIFE EDITION
NURSERY RHYMES YOUR MOTHER NEVER SANG TO YOU!!
(What the creators were REALLY thinking)
WHAT JACK AND JILL REALLY DID!!
little miss muffet sat on her tuffet eating curds and whey
when suddenly a giant rectum swallowed her whole and shouted FUCKING CB
humpty dumpty sat on the wall, humpty dumpty had a great fall
YER HEAR THAT KIDS? HE'S A FUCKING DUMBASS! DON'T GO SITTING ON WALLS
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
"Yeah we know."
georgie porgie pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry
then the girls all ganged up on him and thumbtacked his testicles to the innards of a washing machine switched on
Ten green bottles, sitting on the wall
"Carlsberg. Probably the best beer in the world"
one little two little three little indians
four little five little six giant motherfucking n*****
jack be nimble jack be quick
jack go fuck the pogo stick
but he wasn't quick enough so his gonads got burnt by the candle stick. dumb bastard.
baa baa black sheep have you any wool
WTF ARE YOU RACIST?
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
"it comes out from the tap you dumb Frenchman"
when they got up, they forgot about the pail and had sex. then jack fell broke his dick and jill bled like a motherfucker
rock a bye baby on the treetop
who the fuck puts a baby on a treetop. parents ought to be shot.
row row row your boat gently down the stream
when suddenly you lose your oars and are surrounded by cannibals in the middle of the amazon and you wet your pants. not so merry now huh bitch
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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Happy 2007
There's something weird about this world, I tell ya.
By the time I've finished typing this, it'd probably be the new year of 2007. People around me are calling "Hey let's go for the countdown!" or similar stuff, but I don't want to. I don't believe in this stuff. What I'd like is to usher in the new year quietly. Let it slowly take over you, envelope you in its embrace. You'll be more aware of it this way. More aware that this is a new year, with new challenges, new experiences, new sights, new sounds. A Whole New World, to quote that song.
For myself, I don't have much of a New Year's resolution. Sure we all have those staple ones e.g world peace, unconditional love, blahblah etc. But what really are New Year's resolutions? Can we honestly tell ourselves that we've followed everything that we wrote down in December of 2005? The majority of us would probably have wrote that down just for New Year's sake. But by February, that piece of paper or Word document would probably have been forgotten, lost in that 80GB hard drive of yours or simply thrown away into a wastebasket. What I truly believe in is to have a constant set of beliefs, beliefs that are positive and can influence you in your daily life. It is not what we write now that defines us, but how we carry out our daily lives in the coming year. It is that constant striving force that will determine whether we make or break 2007.
I'm typing this in the safety and comfort of my home, having a little quiet time to myself. Ever since I went for that totally insane millenium countdown at Orchard back in December 1999, 2359h, I promised myself I'd not go for such stuff again. Only if I were in New York's Times Square.
Many people around me are so enamoured by the incoming new year. Sure, 2007 brings fresh new ideas and brand new experiences. But whatever the case, there is always that excess baggage we carry over from 2006. And that's an inevitable fact. Let me see whether I can list some: --
By the time I've finished typing this, it'd probably be the new year of 2007. People around me are calling "Hey let's go for the countdown!" or similar stuff, but I don't want to. I don't believe in this stuff. What I'd like is to usher in the new year quietly. Let it slowly take over you, envelope you in its embrace. You'll be more aware of it this way. More aware that this is a new year, with new challenges, new experiences, new sights, new sounds. A Whole New World, to quote that song.
For myself, I don't have much of a New Year's resolution. Sure we all have those staple ones e.g world peace, unconditional love, blahblah etc. But what really are New Year's resolutions? Can we honestly tell ourselves that we've followed everything that we wrote down in December of 2005? The majority of us would probably have wrote that down just for New Year's sake. But by February, that piece of paper or Word document would probably have been forgotten, lost in that 80GB hard drive of yours or simply thrown away into a wastebasket. What I truly believe in is to have a constant set of beliefs, beliefs that are positive and can influence you in your daily life. It is not what we write now that defines us, but how we carry out our daily lives in the coming year. It is that constant striving force that will determine whether we make or break 2007.
I'm typing this in the safety and comfort of my home, having a little quiet time to myself. Ever since I went for that totally insane millenium countdown at Orchard back in December 1999, 2359h, I promised myself I'd not go for such stuff again. Only if I were in New York's Times Square.
Many people around me are so enamoured by the incoming new year. Sure, 2007 brings fresh new ideas and brand new experiences. But whatever the case, there is always that excess baggage we carry over from 2006. And that's an inevitable fact. Let me see whether I can list some: --
- Iraq will still be in civil war, thousands will die and another thousand US soldiers will die policing a country that is not theirs
- America's automakers will still be losing millions (and that Camaro SS will never come)
- We will be one year closer to losing all the ice in the world due to global warming
- Polar bear numbers will continue to decline due to that
- Thousands of children in Africa will still die from AIDS
- The rebuilding of the damaged homes in Indonesia from the tsunami of 2005 will still doggedly carry on
- Hurricane Katrina victims will still be looking for places to live
- North Korea will still threaten Asia with its nuclear bomb
- Bastard terrorists the world over will still continue to hold All-U-Can-Bomb fests
- Malaysia will continue to nitpick Singapore. Over what, no one can tell.
- I still won't have a girlfriend
Thursday, December 28, 2006
wonderful wednesday
Why do I spending so much time and effort on someone who doesn't appreciate it, when someone whom I feel special with gets only half that time? She once meant more to me than anyone else, still means more to me than anyone else, yet I'm doing this to her? She deserves much more than this.
Gerald Ford is dead, long live Gerald Ford. The 38th President of the US passed away at the grand old age of 93. My hat off to him. He was one of the most influential US presidents. I think he'll be sorely missed. Also, singer-songwriter and "Godfather of Soul" James Brown passed away, from heart failure. I love his songs. "Get Up Offa' That Thing' was one of his greatest hits, apparently. Just read that up. God bless both these wonderful people.
Went to Amy's today, passed her her present. Was raining the whole time so it was slightly wet when I got there. Ate lunch together, as usual (I cooked!) and helped her prepare her dinner. In a way. Hope it was edible, Ames :). Fafa was jumping all over me like I was a long lost friend. Everytime I tried to put her down she'd have none of it and would jump back on my lap. We had a lot of fun but there're too many to list. And I don't like to publicize those too. Private. Shh.
Accompanied Joanne at Wisma to buy her pants later in the day. Met up with Joycelyn later. It was so funny that I couldn't stop grinning to myself throughout. The whole time I was desperately trying to keep my laughter in check. For the life of me I don't know what was so hilarious, but as I think back now I think I know what it is. Shan't say what it is but damn, is it funny. She had her dance class at 1815? (I think) then I just went off home myself. Can't meet her tomorrow cos her mommy wouldn't say yes. Another time, no problem.
I think the umbrella should become a fashion accessory for people nowadays. I mean, it's raining the whole time, everyone's getting wet and it doesn't look like a reprieve's coming soon. People should start carrying brollies the way Paris Hilton carries dogs or Hong Kong celebrities carry marriages (sometimes they don't). Speaking of accessorizing. That day on the train, I had the luck of seeing 3 baby-toting mothers right in front of me. One Indian, one Malay and one Chinese. But that wasn't all. I counted nearly 5 more babies in strollers in the same car I was in. I thought the Government was pushing for more babies but this was insane! It was like it was fashionable to have babies! Maybe I should tell my future wife that.
Gerald Ford is dead, long live Gerald Ford. The 38th President of the US passed away at the grand old age of 93. My hat off to him. He was one of the most influential US presidents. I think he'll be sorely missed. Also, singer-songwriter and "Godfather of Soul" James Brown passed away, from heart failure. I love his songs. "Get Up Offa' That Thing' was one of his greatest hits, apparently. Just read that up. God bless both these wonderful people.
Went to Amy's today, passed her her present. Was raining the whole time so it was slightly wet when I got there. Ate lunch together, as usual (I cooked!) and helped her prepare her dinner. In a way. Hope it was edible, Ames :). Fafa was jumping all over me like I was a long lost friend. Everytime I tried to put her down she'd have none of it and would jump back on my lap. We had a lot of fun but there're too many to list. And I don't like to publicize those too. Private. Shh.
Accompanied Joanne at Wisma to buy her pants later in the day. Met up with Joycelyn later. It was so funny that I couldn't stop grinning to myself throughout. The whole time I was desperately trying to keep my laughter in check. For the life of me I don't know what was so hilarious, but as I think back now I think I know what it is. Shan't say what it is but damn, is it funny. She had her dance class at 1815? (I think) then I just went off home myself. Can't meet her tomorrow cos her mommy wouldn't say yes. Another time, no problem.
I think the umbrella should become a fashion accessory for people nowadays. I mean, it's raining the whole time, everyone's getting wet and it doesn't look like a reprieve's coming soon. People should start carrying brollies the way Paris Hilton carries dogs or Hong Kong celebrities carry marriages (sometimes they don't). Speaking of accessorizing. That day on the train, I had the luck of seeing 3 baby-toting mothers right in front of me. One Indian, one Malay and one Chinese. But that wasn't all. I counted nearly 5 more babies in strollers in the same car I was in. I thought the Government was pushing for more babies but this was insane! It was like it was fashionable to have babies! Maybe I should tell my future wife that.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Greetings
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
Couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my Christmas Eve. Went ice-skating (or attempted to) with Audrey, YM and Gilbert. Gotta thank Gilbert for helping me up so many times after I'd dropped to the wet rink after losing balance. God knows how many times I slipped and fell from just losing balance or having sore legs. Michelle Kwan, I have no idea how you do it. You're still hot, though. Dropped at Raffles interchange and left those two ()birds to their own business.
Just came back from the staple diet of candlelight service at church and makan after that on every Christmas Eve. Saw some people I expected to see, some I didn't expect to and some I didn't want to. Let's just say they've not been very good to me or my family.
Sigh. Not that I'm lamenting this or what, but I was supposed to go for Joanne's Christmas dinner party at her place. In the end stuff happened and I didn't. Well, was kind of looking forward to it actually. I mean, not the fact that I'd get to go to her place, but I've never gone to a Christmas party before. Maybe another time, Kai Yi. Cheer up.
OK no emo from me today. It's the season of giving and perpetual hope. Let's spread the joy, people. MERRY CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN!
Couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my Christmas Eve. Went ice-skating (or attempted to) with Audrey, YM and Gilbert. Gotta thank Gilbert for helping me up so many times after I'd dropped to the wet rink after losing balance. God knows how many times I slipped and fell from just losing balance or having sore legs. Michelle Kwan, I have no idea how you do it. You're still hot, though. Dropped at Raffles interchange and left those two ()birds to their own business.
Just came back from the staple diet of candlelight service at church and makan after that on every Christmas Eve. Saw some people I expected to see, some I didn't expect to and some I didn't want to. Let's just say they've not been very good to me or my family.
Sigh. Not that I'm lamenting this or what, but I was supposed to go for Joanne's Christmas dinner party at her place. In the end stuff happened and I didn't. Well, was kind of looking forward to it actually. I mean, not the fact that I'd get to go to her place, but I've never gone to a Christmas party before. Maybe another time, Kai Yi. Cheer up.
OK no emo from me today. It's the season of giving and perpetual hope. Let's spread the joy, people. MERRY CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Rain, rain, go away
It's raining so damn badly these few days that I think Singapore's water problem has been solved for the next few millenia. My shoes are soaking wet and I'm resorting to wearing sandals. Gah damn
Did my first volunteer work at SPCA yesterday with Yiming. Cool enough, just that the rabbits' toilet training leaves a lot to be desired. The cats were great though, and I think I've grown quite fond of them. They're all so damned cute, as the rabbits are, in spite of their otherworldly toilet habits. Let's just say that the rabbits' cages were hell compared to the cats'. The newspapers that lined the cages of the rabbits' cages were, erm, soaked. And it wasn't because of the rain either. The cats were all jumpy and fidgety when we were cleaning their cages. In contrast the rabbits were almost all just sitting there and staring at me when I tried to remove them. Only one of them gave me a look like could only be described as utter shock and awe (something like O.O). Two girls were there and they chatted up Yiming and I. Really, they were quite good looking. It was only after we left that I realised I hadn't gotten either of their numbers. Hope I can see them again though (sorry YM, no dice :)).
Going to skate ice this Sunday with Audrey and YM. Hope I don't fall down too many times.
Did my first volunteer work at SPCA yesterday with Yiming. Cool enough, just that the rabbits' toilet training leaves a lot to be desired. The cats were great though, and I think I've grown quite fond of them. They're all so damned cute, as the rabbits are, in spite of their otherworldly toilet habits. Let's just say that the rabbits' cages were hell compared to the cats'. The newspapers that lined the cages of the rabbits' cages were, erm, soaked. And it wasn't because of the rain either. The cats were all jumpy and fidgety when we were cleaning their cages. In contrast the rabbits were almost all just sitting there and staring at me when I tried to remove them. Only one of them gave me a look like could only be described as utter shock and awe (something like O.O). Two girls were there and they chatted up Yiming and I. Really, they were quite good looking. It was only after we left that I realised I hadn't gotten either of their numbers. Hope I can see them again though (sorry YM, no dice :)).
Going to skate ice this Sunday with Audrey and YM. Hope I don't fall down too many times.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
rain, rain, go away
He was just standing there, in the rain, soaking wet.
I was just walking by, on my way home. I whistled to him, and he came bounding, a flash of brown. A beautiful golden retriever. He looked so lost. I tried to shoo him away, but he always came bounding back whenever I whistled. And he just wouldn't go away. He trotted by my side, in the pouring rain, he loving eyes looking up at me, lost, pleading. I couldn't just do nothing. The speech by Deirdre Moss of the SPCA just touched something in me. 1000 strays taken in monthly into their shelters really struck a chord in me. I couldn't just do nothing: I took him home.
I gave him some food and water, and played with him. Just 45 minutes after I let the lost canine in, the maid of the owner of the dog - searching for him - chanced upon him at my gate. Thank goodness we didn't let him in otherwise she'd still be searching in vain.
I guess something good happened to me today. Barely 5 minutes before I found the dog, I was yelling at myself through the rain - literally yelling - at how bad this day had turned out to be. Why I had still so many things to do at home, etc. And this encounter happens to me. The most amazing thing was, I walked out of my house intending to do a good deed today. However, no chances called out to me during the time I was out. Until I came home. All through this encounter, I felt like a hand was behind it all. God, maybe? All that I know that this was a blessing bestowed upon me. I feel absolutely overawed by this.
I was just walking by, on my way home. I whistled to him, and he came bounding, a flash of brown. A beautiful golden retriever. He looked so lost. I tried to shoo him away, but he always came bounding back whenever I whistled. And he just wouldn't go away. He trotted by my side, in the pouring rain, he loving eyes looking up at me, lost, pleading. I couldn't just do nothing. The speech by Deirdre Moss of the SPCA just touched something in me. 1000 strays taken in monthly into their shelters really struck a chord in me. I couldn't just do nothing: I took him home.
I gave him some food and water, and played with him. Just 45 minutes after I let the lost canine in, the maid of the owner of the dog - searching for him - chanced upon him at my gate. Thank goodness we didn't let him in otherwise she'd still be searching in vain.
I guess something good happened to me today. Barely 5 minutes before I found the dog, I was yelling at myself through the rain - literally yelling - at how bad this day had turned out to be. Why I had still so many things to do at home, etc. And this encounter happens to me. The most amazing thing was, I walked out of my house intending to do a good deed today. However, no chances called out to me during the time I was out. Until I came home. All through this encounter, I felt like a hand was behind it all. God, maybe? All that I know that this was a blessing bestowed upon me. I feel absolutely overawed by this.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Happy days are here again
Sorry for the long absence. Must have been sleeping and watching too much Craig Ferguson.
I'm numero Uno on the Blacklist now! Razor got pwned big time and Gilbert's still playing catchup with my rank -thumbs nose. BMW M3 is my favourite car now. So happy.
Went out with Audrey after organ lesson on Friday. Ate dinner at TP then headed off to Bishan cos we couldn't find an MP3 player that suited her fancy. Saw a couple of my old classmates at J8 but I didn't bother saying hi. Not the kind of people I'd mix with anyway.
Yesterday night was my sis's birthday party. Invited Gilbert over so I wouldn't get bored. Was plenty hectic preparing for the party man. So many things to do. I had to cart 25kg worth of ice from the 7-Eleven down the road all the way back to my house. Thank goodness my arms didn't come off. Got drunk playing this ridiculous game, whereby you pick a card out of a circle of them - without breaking the circle - and then depending on what the card is, you have to do something. Climax of the game was down to 2 cards and a final 4th king. Now, if you got the fourth king, you had to drink the entire cup of wine down, which was sitting in the centre of the circle of cards. It came down to me and my sis's friend beside me. Deliberated for about a min, then I picked. I got a Jack of Spades -big grin, while my sis's friend got the king. She had to down the cup. But it didn't matter. I was so inebriated by then I couldn't stand properly. Sis's friend wanted to bring me out to St James but I went fuggit, I ain't going anywhere. Gilbert had to bring my to my room so I wouldn't collapse on the way up. Thanks man. Owe you one. No hangover, thankfully, but ached.
Listening to The Island OST now. A really good piece of music, I must say. Wanted to buy the album from Borders that day but it cost friggin 25 bucks. Pirated ftw
I'm numero Uno on the Blacklist now! Razor got pwned big time and Gilbert's still playing catchup with my rank -thumbs nose. BMW M3 is my favourite car now. So happy.
Went out with Audrey after organ lesson on Friday. Ate dinner at TP then headed off to Bishan cos we couldn't find an MP3 player that suited her fancy. Saw a couple of my old classmates at J8 but I didn't bother saying hi. Not the kind of people I'd mix with anyway.
Yesterday night was my sis's birthday party. Invited Gilbert over so I wouldn't get bored. Was plenty hectic preparing for the party man. So many things to do. I had to cart 25kg worth of ice from the 7-Eleven down the road all the way back to my house. Thank goodness my arms didn't come off. Got drunk playing this ridiculous game, whereby you pick a card out of a circle of them - without breaking the circle - and then depending on what the card is, you have to do something. Climax of the game was down to 2 cards and a final 4th king. Now, if you got the fourth king, you had to drink the entire cup of wine down, which was sitting in the centre of the circle of cards. It came down to me and my sis's friend beside me. Deliberated for about a min, then I picked. I got a Jack of Spades -big grin, while my sis's friend got the king. She had to down the cup. But it didn't matter. I was so inebriated by then I couldn't stand properly. Sis's friend wanted to bring me out to St James but I went fuggit, I ain't going anywhere. Gilbert had to bring my to my room so I wouldn't collapse on the way up. Thanks man. Owe you one. No hangover, thankfully, but ached.
Listening to The Island OST now. A really good piece of music, I must say. Wanted to buy the album from Borders that day but it cost friggin 25 bucks. Pirated ftw
Monday, December 11, 2006
sleepless in singapore
I guess I misunderstood myself all along. Let's just let it be. I won't look up to you the way I did before. It's not that I don't like you, I do. But we all have to back down sometime.
Slept during Mark Wan's lesson and all through my bus ride back home from Goethe where I was paying my fees. Tired as hell and felt somewhat burdened.
Got to number 2 on the blacklist! I'm the proud owner of a brand-new Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. That guy just couldn't stand up to my superior Porsche 911 Carrera S. Kicked him in the goolies, took his car AND got myself a "get out of jail free" ticket. Cool. Now have to figure out a strategy to beat Razor. He's a toughie and he has got my BMW E36 M3 GTR. Not that I'm looking forward to getting that car. I think the McLaren and Ford GT are far more exquisite and exotic vehicles than an M3. However bear in mind that I haven't seen that car in a long while, so if I tune it up some, it could be a real whacker.
Which is more than I can say for my former flagship vehicle, the Porsche Carrera GT. No doubt in real life the car is a stunning beauty (hey, Jay Leno owns one), but in the game, it's just a letdown. I have lost track of the number of spins performed while racing. Not just any spin, mind you. A 360 that'll make you lose time AND patience with the car. Decided enough was enough and sold it today for 145,000. Now my new Porsche 911 Carrera S takes the cake. So, in total I have 3 cars now: the Lamborghini Gallardo, Porsche 911 Carrera S and my new best friend, the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. Just realised that all my cars are of European ancestry. Ha! It's not that I don't like Japanese cars, it's just that I don't think they're cut out for pure, adrenaline-pumping racing. The Brits and Germans still do it better.
McLaren FTW!
Slept during Mark Wan's lesson and all through my bus ride back home from Goethe where I was paying my fees. Tired as hell and felt somewhat burdened.
Got to number 2 on the blacklist! I'm the proud owner of a brand-new Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. That guy just couldn't stand up to my superior Porsche 911 Carrera S. Kicked him in the goolies, took his car AND got myself a "get out of jail free" ticket. Cool. Now have to figure out a strategy to beat Razor. He's a toughie and he has got my BMW E36 M3 GTR. Not that I'm looking forward to getting that car. I think the McLaren and Ford GT are far more exquisite and exotic vehicles than an M3. However bear in mind that I haven't seen that car in a long while, so if I tune it up some, it could be a real whacker.
Which is more than I can say for my former flagship vehicle, the Porsche Carrera GT. No doubt in real life the car is a stunning beauty (hey, Jay Leno owns one), but in the game, it's just a letdown. I have lost track of the number of spins performed while racing. Not just any spin, mind you. A 360 that'll make you lose time AND patience with the car. Decided enough was enough and sold it today for 145,000. Now my new Porsche 911 Carrera S takes the cake. So, in total I have 3 cars now: the Lamborghini Gallardo, Porsche 911 Carrera S and my new best friend, the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. Just realised that all my cars are of European ancestry. Ha! It's not that I don't like Japanese cars, it's just that I don't think they're cut out for pure, adrenaline-pumping racing. The Brits and Germans still do it better.
McLaren FTW!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
today is a great day
Paul Twohill was at the bus stop opposite Far East Plaza in front of a hotel (forgot the name). I was with Amy. He went like Yo man and I went like Yo man and people around us were like, whatever man. But he was cool. Exchanged a handshake and talked a bit, before he hailed a cab back for home. Still the same emo style and all, but it's all ok.
I didn't know how much I missed Amy until I met her today. Met her after her work to send her home. Actually I was already spying on her long before she was done (sorry Amy :)). Same as before: jokes abounded, nonsense flew every which way. She's just great to be around with. Couldn't afford Häagen-Dazs so I treated her to one of those $1 ice-cream-between-wafers roadside thingy. Only this time we ate it in plastic cups. Talked and laughed all the way to the bus stop. I hesitated to send her home because it'd be quite late, but in the end, I sent her home. We did exchange a hug, albeit briefly. To me, she's all worth it.
She's right, of course. Fate brought us together. This here is a friend whom I can relate so much to. Among others, I can say we have much in common. She's just a great, great person. It's just too bad that we didn't have more time to catch up. Oh never mind. There's always tomorrow :)
I didn't know how much I missed Amy until I met her today. Met her after her work to send her home. Actually I was already spying on her long before she was done (sorry Amy :)). Same as before: jokes abounded, nonsense flew every which way. She's just great to be around with. Couldn't afford Häagen-Dazs so I treated her to one of those $1 ice-cream-between-wafers roadside thingy. Only this time we ate it in plastic cups. Talked and laughed all the way to the bus stop. I hesitated to send her home because it'd be quite late, but in the end, I sent her home. We did exchange a hug, albeit briefly. To me, she's all worth it.
She's right, of course. Fate brought us together. This here is a friend whom I can relate so much to. Among others, I can say we have much in common. She's just a great, great person. It's just too bad that we didn't have more time to catch up. Oh never mind. There's always tomorrow :)
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Thursday
Exotic Car Spotted: Chrysler Crossfire roadster
I'm intending to add this new part into every post. Now if I see any nice car, I'll type as above. Spotted the Chrysler at a HDB carpark. The first thing that drew me to it was the ribbed hood, similar to the Chrysler Sebring's. At first I thought I had got it wrong, that I had indeed seen the Sebring. But I looked closer and the car was actually shorter. Because I was on a bus, I couldn't see it clearly but I knew it from pictures. As a devoted reader of Car and Driver, I could spot it right away. A nice roadster indeed.
Just back from Vivo with Audrey, Elisha, YM, Isam, Syu and Wai Siong. Not supposed to be out gallivanting but what the heck. Elisha dared me (or was it the other way round) to go into the Ladies'. I dared but chickened out at the last second. And now I have to buy her a Nike bag which costs as much as one month's pocket money. Was actually intending to get her something else for Xmas but looks like I'll be saddled with a bag to buy too. I'm starting to find her somewhat rather fascinating indeed :).
Oh well. Comp batt's dying. Need to post before I lose all this hard-written work. Ciao all
I'm intending to add this new part into every post. Now if I see any nice car, I'll type as above. Spotted the Chrysler at a HDB carpark. The first thing that drew me to it was the ribbed hood, similar to the Chrysler Sebring's. At first I thought I had got it wrong, that I had indeed seen the Sebring. But I looked closer and the car was actually shorter. Because I was on a bus, I couldn't see it clearly but I knew it from pictures. As a devoted reader of Car and Driver, I could spot it right away. A nice roadster indeed.
Just back from Vivo with Audrey, Elisha, YM, Isam, Syu and Wai Siong. Not supposed to be out gallivanting but what the heck. Elisha dared me (or was it the other way round) to go into the Ladies'. I dared but chickened out at the last second. And now I have to buy her a Nike bag which costs as much as one month's pocket money. Was actually intending to get her something else for Xmas but looks like I'll be saddled with a bag to buy too. I'm starting to find her somewhat rather fascinating indeed :).
Oh well. Comp batt's dying. Need to post before I lose all this hard-written work. Ciao all
Monday, December 04, 2006
last week of school
That's me on the Electone on the left, Samuel my 'cuz on the SilentViolin on the right.
Showroom Performance!!!
Yup indeed it is. My deepest apologies to all who have been disappointed with my lack of postings recently. Too damned busy.
Performance was a blast. My sincerest thanks to all who came, hope I didn't disappoint. First day, Samuel went off key on the violin. I'm not about to criticize, because my cousin is a brilliant violinist. He had a hand in the backing music for the local movie "The Maid" and he performed at the recent opening of VivoCity too, just to name a few. Not bad a portfolio. I, on the other hand, have only a meagre 2 performances to boot. But hey, I'm being offered to perform at hotels and what-not. And there's cash to be had too.
Second day wasn't too bad, but it was my turn to bust up and Samuel's turn to shine. Played a solo starting piece to get people's attention. Midway through the song I realised I was going to blow it big time, because I'd forgotten the rest of the notes. So I did the only smart thing an organist like me would do: I put the volume pedal down slowly, and pretended it was a short introductory piece, when I was in fact supposed to play the whole piece. No applause, please. Elisha came at the start of my first piece. Couldn't mistake her for anyone else. Who else wears such a bright T-shirt that SCREAMS "I'M HERE!" =) Appreciate her for coming, even though she was sick and all.
I never knew my Aston Martin post could gather so much attention. Too bad Tulip didn't get taken in. She said that "no one would describe their girlfriend in such a way". Argh =)
Jo and I kind of pissed each other off a bit that night. Don't want to go into details, but I hope she doesn't mull over it too long. We've already apologized to each other, hope this thing will just blow over. Well, just hope for the best, is all.
Dinner's a'coming. See you fellas around
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Blues..again
Firstly, apologies to all those who got taken in by my previous stunt.
My girlfriend really was the Aston Martin DB9.
Needed to practice my writing a bit, thought I'd splash out on cars.
My apologies to my group today for not joining them for lunch and just generally being an asshole.
Sorry Elisha, Audrey, Yiming. No excuses from me. I was wrong.
Just had the worst argument of my life with my mum. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't get her to listen to my explanations and I don't think I ever can. She's making absurd assumptions about me. And she says she can't understand me. That's right. You wanna know why? Because she and I can't talk to each other. OF COURSE she can't fucking understand me. I admit I have made mistakes in my earlier years and that may have caused friction, but now, I understand. I'm more discerning now. But she will have none of it.
Do you know what kind of frustration I felt? It's intense. Deep, intense, pure frustration. Deep, intense, pure anger too. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't want to listen to me. I'm seriously considering not talking to her, not even looking at her. She doesn't seem like my mother anymore. She's like a stranger to me. I am so frustrated, so saddened that I can do this kind of thing. If you could just step into my shoes for one day you'd understand what I'm feeling.
Sigh. Was supposed to go out with Joanne today, but I guess it wasn't the right time. Told her to go out with her senior instead. I knew I'd just be torturing myself if I'd went along. Was supposed to go out with Amy for dinner also. But in the end, nothing materialised. All thanks to this FUCKING argument.
I think I should just go jump off the 20th floor.
My girlfriend really was the Aston Martin DB9.
Needed to practice my writing a bit, thought I'd splash out on cars.
My apologies to my group today for not joining them for lunch and just generally being an asshole.
Sorry Elisha, Audrey, Yiming. No excuses from me. I was wrong.
Just had the worst argument of my life with my mum. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't get her to listen to my explanations and I don't think I ever can. She's making absurd assumptions about me. And she says she can't understand me. That's right. You wanna know why? Because she and I can't talk to each other. OF COURSE she can't fucking understand me. I admit I have made mistakes in my earlier years and that may have caused friction, but now, I understand. I'm more discerning now. But she will have none of it.
Do you know what kind of frustration I felt? It's intense. Deep, intense, pure frustration. Deep, intense, pure anger too. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't want to listen to me. I'm seriously considering not talking to her, not even looking at her. She doesn't seem like my mother anymore. She's like a stranger to me. I am so frustrated, so saddened that I can do this kind of thing. If you could just step into my shoes for one day you'd understand what I'm feeling.
Sigh. Was supposed to go out with Joanne today, but I guess it wasn't the right time. Told her to go out with her senior instead. I knew I'd just be torturing myself if I'd went along. Was supposed to go out with Amy for dinner also. But in the end, nothing materialised. All thanks to this FUCKING argument.
I think I should just go jump off the 20th floor.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
who rides a wrecking ball into our guitars?
Have we never loved? How could you not see me standing there for you. I've always been there, every step of the way. Always for you; no one else could have taken your place. Don't cry now. You had me at hello. You've always had.
I don't think I've ever introduced my new girlfriend to anyone. I do apologise. She's quite shy, conservative, if you like. But she's quite beautiful. Stunning, almost. It's not the kind of beauty that shouts out "I'm pretty, look at me!" It's something more sedate, more refined. She does not demand attention outright, yet if you look closer, she captivates you. And once you fall for her, you know that you are in her clutches, and not even the grace of god can save you. Helpless, she'll draw you in with her arresting beauty, like the sweet scent of nectar to a honeybee. The minute I laid eyes on her, I knew she was mine. Her body is breathtaking. Shapely curves - as though sculpted by a master's hands - complement her full shoulders and inviting lips. Hips like an hourglass's complete a body that is to a female's what Adonis' is to a male's. Her legs are slim, though very nicely sculpted, and they'll put many a female's to shame. They are - in a word - stunning. She wears well tailored, expensive shoes. Hers are all custom-made. If I were to buy shoes for her lovely feet, I think I'd run of money faster than you can say "Swiss Bank". No doubt she has expensive tastes. She comes from a rich family and has an ever richer heritage. Her family has roots dating back to 1913. Indeed Britain has many families with lengthy histories. Her father is Ian Callum, retired designer. A very wealthy man. Although she was brought up by him for the better part of her life, he ran into problems and left the job of her upbringing to a close friend, Henrik Fisker. No doubt he has done well, to mold her into the woman she is today.
I've always desired English females. They are not like others from foreign lands. Their Swedish and German counterparts might boast stronger jawlines, more pronounced bone structure, but they lack the sort of finery and elegance that accompanies the English variety. The strength that they exude just takes your breath away. And what strength! I've been around that kind. They make the ordinary male just want to bow down and kiss their hands. Not that they'll extend them for you. They're too haughty for that. You don't have to ask them what job position they're in. In fact, you should never ask that. You can know just by looking at them. Underneath that benign exterior lies a heart and soul so deeply stirring, so utterly powerful that it could make a mere mortal shake in terror.
Now, I'm not going to tell you her name, because I want to keep her identity a secret. Not because she is British and a foreigner to our land, but because she deserves at least a modicum of respect and privacy without so many people crawling all over her. She and I have never met personally, but I know she will want to meet me, as I her. And when we meet, I know the experience will be truly exhilarating.
I've always desired English females. They are not like others from foreign lands. Their Swedish and German counterparts might boast stronger jawlines, more pronounced bone structure, but they lack the sort of finery and elegance that accompanies the English variety. The strength that they exude just takes your breath away. And what strength! I've been around that kind. They make the ordinary male just want to bow down and kiss their hands. Not that they'll extend them for you. They're too haughty for that. You don't have to ask them what job position they're in. In fact, you should never ask that. You can know just by looking at them. Underneath that benign exterior lies a heart and soul so deeply stirring, so utterly powerful that it could make a mere mortal shake in terror.
Now, I'm not going to tell you her name, because I want to keep her identity a secret. Not because she is British and a foreigner to our land, but because she deserves at least a modicum of respect and privacy without so many people crawling all over her. She and I have never met personally, but I know she will want to meet me, as I her. And when we meet, I know the experience will be truly exhilarating.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday Blues
Why can't you see that the person who cares the most is standing right in front of you? Why can't you see? It hurts me badly.
Have you ever heard of people describing the proudest moment in their lives? The day a student gets his scholarship, the day parents see their child take his first steps? Well, I've just experienced mine.
Attending the 80th birthday of former Catholic High principal Mr Zhang Ser Dian, we had to - at the beginning of the celebration - to all stand up and sing the school song. A flash of dread sparked through me. What if I forgot the words? I could never forgive myself. However, the moment the familiar opening tune reached my ears, I knew I could never forget. Standing there, at attention, the words flowed naturally from my mouth. 10 years spent singing the song, the words had never actually left me. A wave of pride billowed from the inner depths, and for the first time in my school life, I felt deep pride singing the words of my former school song. It was this sense of belonging: belonging to a family that held camaraderie in such high regard, and a institution that had richer a heritage than any other school. I felt unfathomable pride, yet at the same time, humbled. These men standing before me had come so far, and I was but one of the few who would carry the torch of Catholic High on. It was indeed, a very proud moment for me.
The dinner was average fare, but then, we weren't there for the dinner. Although I was easily among the youngest there, I felt no distance between me and the other guy from the '67 batch. We were all in it together. And it felt good. Performances by a Chinese lady and some young girls from some Chinese dance troupe livened up the evening, which was aptly rounded off by solo performances by the very talented Mr Zhang on his new violin, which was presented as a gift to him. No doubt that even at 80, he hadn't lost his voice to time, which was as clear as crystal, singing the popular Italian opera tune 'Ave Maria'. His voice was pitch-perfect as though it was coming from a man of 40, not an octogenarian.
Catholic High: The Spirit Lives On.
Have you ever heard of people describing the proudest moment in their lives? The day a student gets his scholarship, the day parents see their child take his first steps? Well, I've just experienced mine.
Attending the 80th birthday of former Catholic High principal Mr Zhang Ser Dian, we had to - at the beginning of the celebration - to all stand up and sing the school song. A flash of dread sparked through me. What if I forgot the words? I could never forgive myself. However, the moment the familiar opening tune reached my ears, I knew I could never forget. Standing there, at attention, the words flowed naturally from my mouth. 10 years spent singing the song, the words had never actually left me. A wave of pride billowed from the inner depths, and for the first time in my school life, I felt deep pride singing the words of my former school song. It was this sense of belonging: belonging to a family that held camaraderie in such high regard, and a institution that had richer a heritage than any other school. I felt unfathomable pride, yet at the same time, humbled. These men standing before me had come so far, and I was but one of the few who would carry the torch of Catholic High on. It was indeed, a very proud moment for me.
The dinner was average fare, but then, we weren't there for the dinner. Although I was easily among the youngest there, I felt no distance between me and the other guy from the '67 batch. We were all in it together. And it felt good. Performances by a Chinese lady and some young girls from some Chinese dance troupe livened up the evening, which was aptly rounded off by solo performances by the very talented Mr Zhang on his new violin, which was presented as a gift to him. No doubt that even at 80, he hadn't lost his voice to time, which was as clear as crystal, singing the popular Italian opera tune 'Ave Maria'. His voice was pitch-perfect as though it was coming from a man of 40, not an octogenarian.
Catholic High: The Spirit Lives On.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Review: Casino Royale (2006)
Casino Royale is a blast, both literally and figuratively. The starting chase sequence - on foot! - is something you Bond fans out there cannot afford to miss. It's SO fast paced, so thoroughly exciting you could have been forgiven if you thought you were watching The Amazing Race: Roadrunner Edition. The way Craig and the African baddie he is chasing do jumps so ludicrously acrobatic that could only be described as "nuts". Know the construction site part of the movie trailer? That's not even the half of it. But even though I won't say what the movie is all about, lest people cry foul over my "spoiler", I can say that's it's in every way a James Bond film.
However, there is one touch that I like. Since this is Casino Royale - which is supposedly Bond's first foray into the world of espionage - this film focuses more on his "growing up" stages than him fighting the baddies. This film, still helmed by Broccoli's Eon Productions - which has producing Bond movies since god knows when - shows new Bond Daniel Craig as a young Bond, determined to prove himself and his status as a 00 - someone who has a license to kill. Also, since this film is supposedly Bond's first mission for MI6, it shows him as a spy who's still rather rough around the edges. Gone - naturally - is the witty repartee and suave, spotlight-on charm that we are so used to seeing Bond in. In several parts Bond is speaking almost like a normal person. However the filmmakers couldn't do away with the wit entirely and that made for some really wonderful one-liners, e.g. his lady saves him from near death. The first sentence he speaks after regaining consciousness is "You ok?".
I suppose Bond still hasn't found his smooth-talking side yet. However, Craig/Bond still wears stylish Savile Row suits, all hand tailored, and his babe-licious women all still wear plunging necklines so low and deep they could have shown their pantyhose. That's why men watch Bond films. Own up, all of you (raises hand).
This film is Bond like we've come to know, but with a more emotional side. In this film, Bond is shown, for the first time (I believe), more involved with his women. In previous films, Bond is always shown being very detached from his women, lest I venture so far as to say only for sex. It's almost as if there's is actually a human inside all of him. More touchy-feely, though kisses abound. Sex scenes were dreadfully short, or perhaps the good folks at the Censorship Board thought maybe that that was one breast too many. In my opinion I think that's a major fallacy. If they had indeed edited it, then they are taking away the sensuality of it all that characterizes all Bond films.
All in all, in my opinion, this is one of the better Bond films created. Casting a relatively-unknown but very likeable and lookable Daniel Craig, Eon Productions has succeeded in producing a film that stands out above all other Bond films. It's more emotional, more involving and more intellectual, not to mention having plenty of heart-pounding chases sequences. But this film is long. I watched the 1945 one and it didn't stop till 2230. Nearly 3 hours. Needless to say some portions were slightly draggy. However in this case, the good portions far outweigh the bad and that earns it a 4/5 rating from me.
However, there is one touch that I like. Since this is Casino Royale - which is supposedly Bond's first foray into the world of espionage - this film focuses more on his "growing up" stages than him fighting the baddies. This film, still helmed by Broccoli's Eon Productions - which has producing Bond movies since god knows when - shows new Bond Daniel Craig as a young Bond, determined to prove himself and his status as a 00 - someone who has a license to kill. Also, since this film is supposedly Bond's first mission for MI6, it shows him as a spy who's still rather rough around the edges. Gone - naturally - is the witty repartee and suave, spotlight-on charm that we are so used to seeing Bond in. In several parts Bond is speaking almost like a normal person. However the filmmakers couldn't do away with the wit entirely and that made for some really wonderful one-liners, e.g. his lady saves him from near death. The first sentence he speaks after regaining consciousness is "You ok?".
I suppose Bond still hasn't found his smooth-talking side yet. However, Craig/Bond still wears stylish Savile Row suits, all hand tailored, and his babe-licious women all still wear plunging necklines so low and deep they could have shown their pantyhose. That's why men watch Bond films. Own up, all of you (raises hand).
This film is Bond like we've come to know, but with a more emotional side. In this film, Bond is shown, for the first time (I believe), more involved with his women. In previous films, Bond is always shown being very detached from his women, lest I venture so far as to say only for sex. It's almost as if there's is actually a human inside all of him. More touchy-feely, though kisses abound. Sex scenes were dreadfully short, or perhaps the good folks at the Censorship Board thought maybe that that was one breast too many. In my opinion I think that's a major fallacy. If they had indeed edited it, then they are taking away the sensuality of it all that characterizes all Bond films.
All in all, in my opinion, this is one of the better Bond films created. Casting a relatively-unknown but very likeable and lookable Daniel Craig, Eon Productions has succeeded in producing a film that stands out above all other Bond films. It's more emotional, more involving and more intellectual, not to mention having plenty of heart-pounding chases sequences. But this film is long. I watched the 1945 one and it didn't stop till 2230. Nearly 3 hours. Needless to say some portions were slightly draggy. However in this case, the good portions far outweigh the bad and that earns it a 4/5 rating from me.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
excellent
MY hand just automatically came up and snapped this shotof this really hot showbabe. The car's only a damned Cefiro. Sorry,
hormones ran astray.
Bert's gonna like this. Possibly the hottest car there: the Lambo Murcielago LP640. A monster machine indeed. Monster price tag too.Well for mere mortals like us, the likes of the Mazda MX-5, RX-8, Honda NSX and what-not are suitably within reach. That's for all you boy racers out there. I guess I lose on bragging rights this motorshow because the German giants BMW, Audi and the three-pointed star weren't there. Euro motoring was there in spirit, though (I believe). It was fun while it lasted. Was there with Johnathan and at long last, Jerold. Haven't seen him for so long. Ended up playing X-Box 360 after a mere half an hour. I guess the sirens' song of Gears of War and Project Gotham Racing 2 was too tempting. And I'll have to use some vulgarity here: the visuals were fan-fucking-tastic. There's no other phrase descriptive enough.
Speaking of visuals, the motorshow babes were wonderful in their own right too. Some were so hot they could make even the coldest, most detached man sweat. Some others were, as Jerold so succinctly put it, "Like as if Borneo Motors was running on a tight budget." (Toyota take note: motorshow babes are supposed to be young, fleshy and curvy. NOT old, fleshy and curvy. There's a distinction.)
Plenty of variety to whet one's appetite for vehicular ogling. Generally the vehicles displayed were mostly your run-of-the-mill family mover or 4 door saloon. Like hey, all right, this is just the Singapore Motorshow. Not exactly the Farnborough of motorshows. Having said that, I think Geely took that one step too far. The Chinese marque has just introduced their range of vehicles into Singapore. And I for one, think they are a terrible buy. The MX's doors, for instance, close with a hollow resonance, and Jerold and I also heard the steel door rattle a bit. Not good. The cabin's plastics were also built down to a price, with stray slivers of plastic appearing on the sills of the driver's door map pocket. Not good. I agree with Johnathan that the cabin looks outdated too. It doesn't have style and looks about as refreshing as a dirty swimming pool. Again, dashboard plastics are hollow and thin as cardboard. Its 16V, DOHC engine is mated to a 4 speed tranny, allowing the thinly-disguised rickshaw to hit 150km/h. How it can even stay together at 80km/h, I wonder. Even though it's cheap and (all right, I relent) relatively economical, it just doesn't add up. Brands like Skoda, Fiat and even Kia offer so much better motoring quality at a comparative level. Cheap pricing is not a virtue if the entire package is compromised.
Enough of cars. Test today was pretty all right, though confidence is on the low side. GEMS tomorrow, hope I can stay awake. Organ hasn't been practiced yet (what's new?). Made Audrey her card, which I think took me close to 3-4 hours. Just for colouring. I'm pretty pleased with myself because I think I did a rather neat job. Still haven't apologized to my pens though.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
fun stuff
Gotta tell you guys the most exciting thing today man. I changed my GUI from XP to Vista's. Now how cool is that? Means now my laptop has the look of Windows Vista and frankly, it isn't disappointing at all. Point your browser to www.windowsxlive.net and download the package from there, install and voila. It really can make people think you've changed to Vista because this gizmo TOTALLY changes your interface to look like the much-vaunted Aero interface Vista uses. Freaking cool. See through windows and all. Even my startup graphics display Windows Vista Ultimate, instead of Windows XP Pro. You know the little window that pops when you boot up, that says "Windows is starting up", then with the stylized Windows XP above it? Well, mine shows Windows Vista Ultimate now, the name of a real version of Vista. Cool man. BUT BE WARNED. This program changes your whole GUI so system instability may occur. It didn't mine though, so I'm really happy.
Saw the so-called fake ang moh guy who goes around begging for money. I couldn't tell whether he was a phoney or not because I wasn't really looking. I was at MOS Burger at Plaza Singapura today, doing maths when suddenly he came in. He handed what looked like two plastic-laminated cards, each the size of a credit card, to several people. I presume they had things written on them like "Please help me. I'm deaf, mute, dumb or all three depending on how much money you can part with". He stayed back for a while to see whether any of the 3 people he handed the cards to would donate. None did. He then silently (of course) walked back and collected the cards. I think someone should investigate to see whether he's for real. I don't mind giving some cash to a poor soul with disabilities, but if he's not for real, sorry dude. Not a cent.
Paper today was superbly nicely half done, if you get my drift. Only half elated that I can actually pass well. Tomorrow's and the next day's papers are kinda scary though. Math and Structured Programming. After that it's kinda freedom for me but I'm not resting up. Got my performance to take care of.
German class was great today. Saw Katrin, my previous teacher. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. Then my temperature rose. I think the air-con suddenly broke down at that moment. Hot. Yep.
Haven't spoken to Jo in a long while. CAN YOU PLEASE CALL, WOMAN. Stop hibernating.
Song of the week: Love Walks In - Van Halen
Saw the so-called fake ang moh guy who goes around begging for money. I couldn't tell whether he was a phoney or not because I wasn't really looking. I was at MOS Burger at Plaza Singapura today, doing maths when suddenly he came in. He handed what looked like two plastic-laminated cards, each the size of a credit card, to several people. I presume they had things written on them like "Please help me. I'm deaf, mute, dumb or all three depending on how much money you can part with". He stayed back for a while to see whether any of the 3 people he handed the cards to would donate. None did. He then silently (of course) walked back and collected the cards. I think someone should investigate to see whether he's for real. I don't mind giving some cash to a poor soul with disabilities, but if he's not for real, sorry dude. Not a cent.
Paper today was superbly nicely half done, if you get my drift. Only half elated that I can actually pass well. Tomorrow's and the next day's papers are kinda scary though. Math and Structured Programming. After that it's kinda freedom for me but I'm not resting up. Got my performance to take care of.
German class was great today. Saw Katrin, my previous teacher. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. Then my temperature rose. I think the air-con suddenly broke down at that moment. Hot. Yep.
Haven't spoken to Jo in a long while. CAN YOU PLEASE CALL, WOMAN. Stop hibernating.
Song of the week: Love Walks In - Van Halen
Monday, November 13, 2006
goddamned test
GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED! GODDAMNED PEEE PAPER FAILED!
Oh did I mention, goddamned PEEE paper failed too? I think I didn't.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It was everything gone wrong. Don't wanna talk about it. Mr Program Director for PEEE, you can take that paper and shove it up your ass. Only then will I tell you how many turns the coil around the electromagnet should have (hint: It's to do with how far up your ass I'll shove that paper).
Bert's been a hand in encouraging me to not look back. Those few sentences of his have at least given me back a modicum of faith in myself, and for that I'm deeply thankful to him. But for Pete's sake I don't want a modicum, least of all now. I want FULL confidence in myself. Back to my old self: confident, forward looking and optimistic (I could add hardworking in but I'd have to work on that). Now I think I'm just stuck in a funk. A blue funk.
KAI YI YOU THE MAN.
THINK LIKE A MAN.
TALK LIKE A MAN.
ACT LIKE A MAN.
BE THE MAN.
Oh did I mention, goddamned PEEE paper failed too? I think I didn't.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It was everything gone wrong. Don't wanna talk about it. Mr Program Director for PEEE, you can take that paper and shove it up your ass. Only then will I tell you how many turns the coil around the electromagnet should have (hint: It's to do with how far up your ass I'll shove that paper).
Bert's been a hand in encouraging me to not look back. Those few sentences of his have at least given me back a modicum of faith in myself, and for that I'm deeply thankful to him. But for Pete's sake I don't want a modicum, least of all now. I want FULL confidence in myself. Back to my old self: confident, forward looking and optimistic (I could add hardworking in but I'd have to work on that). Now I think I'm just stuck in a funk. A blue funk.
KAI YI YOU THE MAN.
THINK LIKE A MAN.
TALK LIKE A MAN.
ACT LIKE A MAN.
BE THE MAN.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Shoot For Thrill
Wish me luck.
Tomorrow's my first exam. I hope I can understand the questions. Help me Jesus, help me Jewish God, help me Tom Cruise. By the way, that line was taken from Talladega Nights, the part where Will Ferrell runs around the track screaming "I'm on fire!! I'm on fire!!"
No seriously. The sense of foreboding just won't go away. It's still residing, smoldering. Like a dormant volcano that still has one eye open. Like a bomb that's ready to blow.
And I'm having that feeling. Again. I can't get it out of my damned HEAD. Somebody just pull the trigger and shoot me. I MUST NOT think of it. I tell you, it's not easy feeling this bugger-all, for a girl too.
Shoot for thrill, way to kill. I've got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will. I'm gonna get you now.
Tomorrow's my first exam. I hope I can understand the questions. Help me Jesus, help me Jewish God, help me Tom Cruise. By the way, that line was taken from Talladega Nights, the part where Will Ferrell runs around the track screaming "I'm on fire!! I'm on fire!!"
No seriously. The sense of foreboding just won't go away. It's still residing, smoldering. Like a dormant volcano that still has one eye open. Like a bomb that's ready to blow.
And I'm having that feeling. Again. I can't get it out of my damned HEAD. Somebody just pull the trigger and shoot me. I MUST NOT think of it. I tell you, it's not easy feeling this bugger-all, for a girl too.
Shoot for thrill, way to kill. I've got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will. I'm gonna get you now.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
troubles
Just switched to Blogger beta. Hope it works.
I'll be frank. My exams are on Monday, but I can't seem to study. No matter how I try, I just can't get myself to study. This has never happened to me before. It's not that I'm lazy. I drew up a detailed program for myself this week and promised to keep to it. I didn't. I'm really very worried that I may retain this year. I'm on the verge of desperation now, a man who sees his future on very shaky ground. Not that I'm not trying my best; I am. I'm giving it my all. But if I don't pass this time, I will retain. And that's something I don't want to see happening. I don't want to disappoint people around me. Especially my parents. Poly education is very expensive and it's no joke. And I don't want to do an entire year's worth of the same work I did previously.
I'm really very worried. I'm starting to think I've chosen the wrong diploma to pursue. But I don't want to fall into that pit of frustration and angst. I may not get back out at all. All I need to do is get past this year.
Why am I so unmotivated, especially now? Why can't I study? What's happening to me?
I'll be frank. My exams are on Monday, but I can't seem to study. No matter how I try, I just can't get myself to study. This has never happened to me before. It's not that I'm lazy. I drew up a detailed program for myself this week and promised to keep to it. I didn't. I'm really very worried that I may retain this year. I'm on the verge of desperation now, a man who sees his future on very shaky ground. Not that I'm not trying my best; I am. I'm giving it my all. But if I don't pass this time, I will retain. And that's something I don't want to see happening. I don't want to disappoint people around me. Especially my parents. Poly education is very expensive and it's no joke. And I don't want to do an entire year's worth of the same work I did previously.
I'm really very worried. I'm starting to think I've chosen the wrong diploma to pursue. But I don't want to fall into that pit of frustration and angst. I may not get back out at all. All I need to do is get past this year.
Why am I so unmotivated, especially now? Why can't I study? What's happening to me?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
today and yesterday
Seems like the number of hits on my site per day has nearly doubled after my Wee Shu Min entry two days prior. I know it's a crap job compared to some really dedicated and talented writers but hey, I'm on my way there.
Went out with Audrey for lunch today. Situation amicably resolved, we're now two very happy people. Busted that problem through, slam, bam, thank you Ma'am. Let's hear no more of it. Congrats and handshakes all around for getting a nice Silver for Napfa though, Aud. We traipsed down to Cash Converters at TP where I had the most pleasant surprise. Peeking out underneath a layer of dust were a row of computers squatting atop the topmost shelf of a metal rack. Wait, don't click the Back button so fast. These were no ordinary PCs. They weren't even PCs. They were Apple G3 imacs, lime green, apparently donated by The Overseas Family School.
I took one look at them and instantly fell in love with them AND the price tag. S$89 bucks for an imac!! I couldn't believe my eyes. However one of them was priced slightly higher at S$185. Audrey said it could be because it was higher specced and I think she's right. Although how much higher specced I don't know. Oh man. I am really in love with those computers. Just look at their sleek designs, funky colors and all-in-one design. Apple really produced something short of a miracle in their G3s.
I'm really tempted to buy one of those. I don't mind parting with S$89 bucks (all right, I don't think Dad does, anyway) to own a piece of technology has shaped the way the computing world has looked at desktop pieces. It already has made its way to CNet's (or some IT website) list of the "100 Most Influential Products". Who has any advice for me?
Went out with Audrey for lunch today. Situation amicably resolved, we're now two very happy people. Busted that problem through, slam, bam, thank you Ma'am. Let's hear no more of it. Congrats and handshakes all around for getting a nice Silver for Napfa though, Aud. We traipsed down to Cash Converters at TP where I had the most pleasant surprise. Peeking out underneath a layer of dust were a row of computers squatting atop the topmost shelf of a metal rack. Wait, don't click the Back button so fast. These were no ordinary PCs. They weren't even PCs. They were Apple G3 imacs, lime green, apparently donated by The Overseas Family School.
I took one look at them and instantly fell in love with them AND the price tag. S$89 bucks for an imac!! I couldn't believe my eyes. However one of them was priced slightly higher at S$185. Audrey said it could be because it was higher specced and I think she's right. Although how much higher specced I don't know. Oh man. I am really in love with those computers. Just look at their sleek designs, funky colors and all-in-one design. Apple really produced something short of a miracle in their G3s.
I'm really tempted to buy one of those. I don't mind parting with S$89 bucks (all right, I don't think Dad does, anyway) to own a piece of technology has shaped the way the computing world has looked at desktop pieces. It already has made its way to CNet's (or some IT website) list of the "100 Most Influential Products". Who has any advice for me?
Monday, November 06, 2006
what the fuck?
This is ridiculous. I can't believe my ears.
I cannot believe I'm actually hearing this.
This is bullshit.
I cannot believe I'm actually hearing this.
This is bullshit.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
a weekend of work
It indeed has been a tough weekend. Grappled a bit with so many emotional roller coasters and mood pitfalls. Feeling a tinge of that Sec 2 confusion coming back. Maybe it's because there are so many things happening around me that remind me of days past. And yeah. You could say jealousy is part of the equation too. But I try to keep that part to a minimum because once you are jealous, your mind gets poisoned. You start to imagine all sorts of nonsense that probably only exists in your mental domain. And once you start, you can't get out of that vicious cycle. Soon the only person in your life will be the person in the white lab coat staring at you through a small window. In a place called IMH.
Enough of that drivel. I recently got an email that included that elitist crap Wee Shu Min's blog entry. I know it's a little late to comment on this, but hey, such stuff ought to be made classic. Predictably my reaction was WHAT THE CLUCK?! I mean, come on. You're first and foremost an MP's daughter. Have the decency to respect the people your daddy is serving. Or even if you don't, you could probably just shut that golden mouth of yours up. Which probably has seen its far share of money-asking. Just like you probably haven't had to save money in your entire life, which a friend of mine so aptly put. You and other elitist bastards probably don't even know the meaning of "hardship". Oh yeah, keep that up. You're just strengthening the belief that kids like you with a silver spoon in their mouth and with daddies and mommies richer than the average Joe has no clue on what's happening to the ordinary folk. And you have the GALL to nitpick others. Let me quote:
"sad derek attracted more than 50 comments praising him for his poignant views, joining him in a chorus of complaints that climax at the accusation of lack of press freedom because his all-too-true views had been rejected by the straits times forum. while i tend to gripe about how we only have one functioning newspaper too, i think the main reason for its lack of publication was that his incensed diatribe was written in pathetic little scraps that passed off as sentences, with poor spelling and no grammar."
Oh yeah sure. Keep up that elitist talk, Miss Made-In-RJC. Maybe people really will start to sympathise with you and start to criticise that guy for usage of poor English. Oh sure. Especially the ordinary folk living in HDB apartments and probably earning the equivalent of your pocket money each month and being less educated than you. Of course they'll sympathise, won't they? By the way, Shu Min? Names are spelt with a capital letter. Seems like you need some correction in your English. Mine seems to be letter perfect. And I'm not from RJC.
Oh wait wait there's more. There's even more. If you read on, you'll notice she criticises people like Derek even more! Ooh aah. How surprising. Here's another quote:
i should think not. dear derek is one of many wretched, undermotivated, overassuming leeches in our country, and in this world. one of those who would prefer to be unemployed and wax lyrical about how his myriad talents are being abandoned for the foreigner's, instead of earning a decent, stable living as a sales assistant. it's not even about being a road sweeper. these scumbags don't want anything without "manager" and a name card.
Oh sorry. It seems you've misunderstood the situation, Miss Wee. It's not because people like Derek don't choose to. It's probably because he's been shortchanged by the system now, or whatever problems he has. Job retraining should solve that. Oh you've never heard of that? Right. It's probably because since you're part of the elite, the government will side with you and protect you. Heck, who knows. Your daddy could be pulling strings now to get you a job even before you've gotten your A level cert. Don't tell me that's impossible because it is not.
People like you, Miss Wee, are just plain failed products of the education system here. You do not understand anything about the world around you. To coin a Chinese phrase, "jing de wa", you are a frog in a well. Looking up at the world through that small opening, and that's all you know. You epitomise the kind of people who, throughout their whole life, know nothing but silver spoons and clear skies. Especially since you're an MP's kid. What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is a clear-cut case of a government employee's daughter thumbing her nose at the common folk. Poor people are not there by choice. And the rich have a moral obligation to look after the poor. Too bad Singaporeans like yourself are apathetic to the plight of the poor man. "The brutal truth", as your dad put it in his apology? What brutal truth? The only truth I see here is that this won't be a lesson you elites "can learn from". It will never be. This problem is too entrenched in the hierarchical system of Singapore's society. People like you will - after all this has blown over - continue to laugh and view from a distance the widening divide between rich and poor in Singapore.
Your comments don't count. Not even by a fair margin. They're just ramblings. Insensitive comments made by an equally insensitive person. I even feel bad about calling you a person because you don't even care.
You know, normal people do?
Enough of that drivel. I recently got an email that included that elitist crap Wee Shu Min's blog entry. I know it's a little late to comment on this, but hey, such stuff ought to be made classic. Predictably my reaction was WHAT THE CLUCK?! I mean, come on. You're first and foremost an MP's daughter. Have the decency to respect the people your daddy is serving. Or even if you don't, you could probably just shut that golden mouth of yours up. Which probably has seen its far share of money-asking. Just like you probably haven't had to save money in your entire life, which a friend of mine so aptly put. You and other elitist bastards probably don't even know the meaning of "hardship". Oh yeah, keep that up. You're just strengthening the belief that kids like you with a silver spoon in their mouth and with daddies and mommies richer than the average Joe has no clue on what's happening to the ordinary folk. And you have the GALL to nitpick others. Let me quote:
"sad derek attracted more than 50 comments praising him for his poignant views, joining him in a chorus of complaints that climax at the accusation of lack of press freedom because his all-too-true views had been rejected by the straits times forum. while i tend to gripe about how we only have one functioning newspaper too, i think the main reason for its lack of publication was that his incensed diatribe was written in pathetic little scraps that passed off as sentences, with poor spelling and no grammar."
Oh yeah sure. Keep up that elitist talk, Miss Made-In-RJC. Maybe people really will start to sympathise with you and start to criticise that guy for usage of poor English. Oh sure. Especially the ordinary folk living in HDB apartments and probably earning the equivalent of your pocket money each month and being less educated than you. Of course they'll sympathise, won't they? By the way, Shu Min? Names are spelt with a capital letter. Seems like you need some correction in your English. Mine seems to be letter perfect. And I'm not from RJC.
Oh wait wait there's more. There's even more. If you read on, you'll notice she criticises people like Derek even more! Ooh aah. How surprising. Here's another quote:
i should think not. dear derek is one of many wretched, undermotivated, overassuming leeches in our country, and in this world. one of those who would prefer to be unemployed and wax lyrical about how his myriad talents are being abandoned for the foreigner's, instead of earning a decent, stable living as a sales assistant. it's not even about being a road sweeper. these scumbags don't want anything without "manager" and a name card.
Oh sorry. It seems you've misunderstood the situation, Miss Wee. It's not because people like Derek don't choose to. It's probably because he's been shortchanged by the system now, or whatever problems he has. Job retraining should solve that. Oh you've never heard of that? Right. It's probably because since you're part of the elite, the government will side with you and protect you. Heck, who knows. Your daddy could be pulling strings now to get you a job even before you've gotten your A level cert. Don't tell me that's impossible because it is not.
People like you, Miss Wee, are just plain failed products of the education system here. You do not understand anything about the world around you. To coin a Chinese phrase, "jing de wa", you are a frog in a well. Looking up at the world through that small opening, and that's all you know. You epitomise the kind of people who, throughout their whole life, know nothing but silver spoons and clear skies. Especially since you're an MP's kid. What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is a clear-cut case of a government employee's daughter thumbing her nose at the common folk. Poor people are not there by choice. And the rich have a moral obligation to look after the poor. Too bad Singaporeans like yourself are apathetic to the plight of the poor man. "The brutal truth", as your dad put it in his apology? What brutal truth? The only truth I see here is that this won't be a lesson you elites "can learn from". It will never be. This problem is too entrenched in the hierarchical system of Singapore's society. People like you will - after all this has blown over - continue to laugh and view from a distance the widening divide between rich and poor in Singapore.
Your comments don't count. Not even by a fair margin. They're just ramblings. Insensitive comments made by an equally insensitive person. I even feel bad about calling you a person because you don't even care.
You know, normal people do?
Friday, November 03, 2006
all in a week's work
Just finished watching Michael Moore's documentary Fahrenheit 9/11. It is an extremely gripping film about the Bush Administration. Rephrase. It is about Moore's take on the Bush Admin's stance on the war on terror. Basically the film touches mostly on the pre- and post-911 facades - if I may - of the White House. It really hits you hard when you realise that so many men and women are being sent out to fight a war that is not theirs, to fight for a policy that is not theirs, and to ultimately die in a country that is not theirs. After watching this film, you cannot help but wonder: what exactly is The Most Powerful Man On Earth doing? It is not the American people who want to fight this war. It by the misguided ideals of the men and women in power in their country who send them out to fight: so that they don't have to. However, I still revere America. It is still the home of the American Dream: To work hard, earn money, build your life, and one day come out on top. It is still the country of hopes and dreams. It is a country where the ideals of peace and freedom are still held dear, and it is also a country where people can freely express themselves. Try doing a kind of film like that on the PAP in Singapore. You'd probably have the IAD knocking on, no, DOWN, your front door the next day.
I apologise for the wrong heading in my previous entry. I kept thinking yesterday was a Friday.
I guess my love for cars and all things automotive is taking a huge turn. Yesterday night, I spent a grand total of 3 hours surfing the net and bookmarking all the pages that had useful information for me. See, what I intend to do is self-teach myself the entire workings of a car engine. And it's not that difficult, really. I'm beginning to understand what things like a crankshaft, transmission, cam, valve, do. Granted I haven't learned them all in detail yet, but I think I'm getting there. It is really interesting to see the bits work together as a whole, fully functioning engine and spit things out like torque, power, etc. Hey, I could be your mechanic one day ;).
Audrey likes to bite me. Rephrase. Audrey bit me twice today. And I have the battle scars to prove it. Two red circles, each probably the size of a one-dollar coin lie grinning up at me from my right arm right as I type this. They should go away tomorrow (I think) or I'll have some serious explanation to do.
"Right mum, the dog bit me again. Twice."
"Say what? Since when did his teeth become the size of peanuts?"
"No see, it was my friend's dog, and I was..."
You get the picture.
I apologise for the wrong heading in my previous entry. I kept thinking yesterday was a Friday.
I guess my love for cars and all things automotive is taking a huge turn. Yesterday night, I spent a grand total of 3 hours surfing the net and bookmarking all the pages that had useful information for me. See, what I intend to do is self-teach myself the entire workings of a car engine. And it's not that difficult, really. I'm beginning to understand what things like a crankshaft, transmission, cam, valve, do. Granted I haven't learned them all in detail yet, but I think I'm getting there. It is really interesting to see the bits work together as a whole, fully functioning engine and spit things out like torque, power, etc. Hey, I could be your mechanic one day ;).
Audrey likes to bite me. Rephrase. Audrey bit me twice today. And I have the battle scars to prove it. Two red circles, each probably the size of a one-dollar coin lie grinning up at me from my right arm right as I type this. They should go away tomorrow (I think) or I'll have some serious explanation to do.
"Right mum, the dog bit me again. Twice."
"Say what? Since when did his teeth become the size of peanuts?"
"No see, it was my friend's dog, and I was..."
You get the picture.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
the end of a week
Well, it's a Friday all over again...
The haze has improved, thank God for that. I wouldn't want to be breathing in any more of that shit any more than I have to. It's killing me. I realise that the air was so bad my lungs turned black. Like my face.
Oh and my new haircut drew much attention to me. Lots of it. Wait, let's just say, my whole class. I mean, the first person I saw today was Elisha. I stepped out of the lift and the FIRST THING SHE DID was to stare at my hair. Yikes. And then along came the rest. And the rest, they say, is history.
Soccer today was tough luck. The worst thing I did was to let in the last ball. AND THE BALL WAS ROLLING TOWARDS ME, at a top speed of, oh, 5m/hour? I couldn't believe I let it slip through my fingers. Literally. Blow me. What a crock of shit.
And Dil - sorry, GIL - bert just finished his Malayan paper today. Apparently was frickin' easy and not that tough as everyone thought it would be. Considering he was freaking out the night before, it ain't bad. And hearing that, I'm starting to feel nostalgic, because I feel like returning to the old days, where everything was so carefree. Looking back, I realise I have actually taken all in secondary school for granted. Teachers feeding us all they had for exams, working their butts off for us. I really realise how lucky I am to have come from Catholic High. 10 years in that school, and I really feel that it has become a part of me. I am sure many old boys will recall the old days fondly. Especially my class. Even though my group of friends and I weren't exactly relishing in the class spirit, I am most fond of the memories we had. Buying food and stashing it in our lockers, going to play LAN 2 weeks before O levels and not caring whether we passed (sorry Mum) and generally being the class the discipline committee loved to hate. But I swear, looking back now, I love every minute of it.
And I will never trade those memories in. Not even for the world.
The haze has improved, thank God for that. I wouldn't want to be breathing in any more of that shit any more than I have to. It's killing me. I realise that the air was so bad my lungs turned black. Like my face.
Oh and my new haircut drew much attention to me. Lots of it. Wait, let's just say, my whole class. I mean, the first person I saw today was Elisha. I stepped out of the lift and the FIRST THING SHE DID was to stare at my hair. Yikes. And then along came the rest. And the rest, they say, is history.
Soccer today was tough luck. The worst thing I did was to let in the last ball. AND THE BALL WAS ROLLING TOWARDS ME, at a top speed of, oh, 5m/hour? I couldn't believe I let it slip through my fingers. Literally. Blow me. What a crock of shit.
And Dil - sorry, GIL - bert just finished his Malayan paper today. Apparently was frickin' easy and not that tough as everyone thought it would be. Considering he was freaking out the night before, it ain't bad. And hearing that, I'm starting to feel nostalgic, because I feel like returning to the old days, where everything was so carefree. Looking back, I realise I have actually taken all in secondary school for granted. Teachers feeding us all they had for exams, working their butts off for us. I really realise how lucky I am to have come from Catholic High. 10 years in that school, and I really feel that it has become a part of me. I am sure many old boys will recall the old days fondly. Especially my class. Even though my group of friends and I weren't exactly relishing in the class spirit, I am most fond of the memories we had. Buying food and stashing it in our lockers, going to play LAN 2 weeks before O levels and not caring whether we passed (sorry Mum) and generally being the class the discipline committee loved to hate. But I swear, looking back now, I love every minute of it.
And I will never trade those memories in. Not even for the world.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
mental retardation
Hi again there
I’m typing this and using my method of typing in MS Word and later transferring it to blogger at home.
I’ve been irritated lately, not too sure why. It’s like all those things are going slightly overboard and – in a way – irking me. And no, this time it’s not my old friend the green-eyed monster. It’s more of a distinct expression of irritation. I just cannot take it when it starts. All right, maybe once or twice, I don’t mind. But it just riles me when it goes on and on. I don’t know whether it makes others feel like I do, but hey, I’m just one individual. I don’t want to say any more. Maybe Miss Koh was right. There’s more to life than that silly thing we all sometimes lust for but get hurt in return. She and I have plenty in common.
Amy’s having her O levels now. Miss each other quite a bit. Quite concerned for her too, hope she steels herself and does herself and her mum proud (well, me too, if I may say so :)). Hope to meet up with her after her Os are done. We haven’t seen each other in, oh, many many months. I still owe you your birthday gift too, Amy. I haven’t forgotten (:
Jo called last night. I don't think I told her exactly what she wanted to hear but it was my true feeling at that point in time. Maybe that's my way of dealing with things like that, dishing out tough love. I care about how she is, that's why I bother.
He cut a David-Beckham-fin lookalike. Mum says I look like a punk now.
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