A Feast of Fools

2005-12-31T20:59:00.000+08:00

http://www.livejournal.com/users/lostnumber13/

The Daryl Awards!!!

2005-12-23T17:43:00.000+08:00

I am LOVING my new Livejournal layout! I might just ditch this place altogether.

2005-12-22T06:42:00.000+08:00

I don't have a life
Couldn't afford one at the Salvation Army sale
I don't have a life
Couldn't rent one from the hobo down the street
I don't have a life
The charity ran out of cheap stock
I don't have a life
It got donated to disaster victims in Timbuktu
I don't have a life
Bit off more than I can chew.

It's in times like these when your situation can only be summed up by one word: Shit.

2005-12-22T06:08:00.000+08:00

A lesson learnt in biting off more than one can chew.
What the bloody hell am I doing with my life?

2005-11-13T22:35:00.000+08:00

I'm back from Student Leadership Experience Camp! Seriously, bellaying (spelling?) was the most daring thing I've ever done in my life so far. Went up a four meter pole and traversed the cargo net, balancing logs and a bit of rock climbing. Pity I missed the absailing and the "pamper pole" as Mr Ram put it. After all that, I'd thought to I'd have muscle pains all over, strangely I didn't. But I did get muscle pains from lugging my bag around from Bukit Timah to Jurong West for more than an hour. Bleah.

Camp wasn't as fun as I expected it to be. I tried to be engaging, well I did that on the first day, but quickly lost my energy on the second day. On leadership, it wasn't really that per se. I felt that they tried to teach us the meaning of the abstract concepts of trust, leadership, conceptualisation and foresight too hard. The whole thing turned almost academic, and went to prosaic classroom stuff from then on. Still, the Night Walk led me to ponder about a lot of things.

It was exhausting physically and mentally for me. I found out or rather confirmed a few things about myself. I didn't really feel at home with the Millennian "culture". I can't change myself to fit the environment, despite all that's been. I guess I only have myself to blame for flunking up my 'O' Levels. I never really left my "three months" behind. Always, everyone and me always say "Going back to Innova" although I really can't do so anyway.

My 18th birthday is coming soon. a time of maturity so-called. But am I ready to move on and leave past mistakes behind? Or will I cling to that ring, never trusting anybody to catch me when I take that inexorable plunge?

Sometimes, a song just imprints itself onto a memory. During the Night Walk, I listened to this song by The Goo Goo Dolls. It's called "Better Days."

And you ask me what I want this year

And I try to make this kind and clear

Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings

And desire and love and empty things

Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

So take these words

And sing out loud

Cuz everyone is forgiven now

Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again

And it's someplace simple where we could live

And something only you can give

And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive

And the one poor child that saved this world

And there's 10 million more who probably could

If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them

So take these words

And sing out loud

Cuz everyone is forgiven now

Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again

I wish everyone was loved tonight

And somehow stop this endless fight

Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

So take these words

And sing out loud

Cuz everyone is forgiven now

Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again

2005-11-03T22:18:00.000+08:00

Lesson Two:

Steering
Manuevering

My butt was not subjected to any more unnecessary pain unlike the last time. Damn! I can balance and ride a bike now!!! I feel so exuberantly accomplished!!

2005-10-30T22:02:00.000+08:00

Lesson One:

Butt hurts
Wrists hurt
Hands hurt
Legs numb

Conclusion:

I still can't balance, and my brother's being my brother.

FNEH!!!

If anyone can teach me how to ride a MOUNTAIN bike before 9th November hits, I'll pay $20 plus dinner and movie. Nine more days to go before English O levels, and SLE.

2005-10-29T23:07:00.000+08:00

Taking a leaf outta Jacq's book
Impressions:
Alyson: Classy
Andrea: Mother Teresa/Ghandi/Buddha incarnate. Amusing
Ashila: Hyper. A little bit naive IMHO
Charlotte: Confident and cool
Charmaine: My new ROLE MODEL. Amusing
Chiat Yee/JieYi: Oblivious. Scary Taekwando chick
Geraldine: QUIRKAYE. Pigeons will rule the world.
Jacqueline: Strong woman. Confident. Effective and Eloquent speaker. Can bite your head off in one second and castrate you in two.
Jasmine: So cute, I want to squeeze her head till it pops! Not as innocent as she appears.
Jing Song: Makes me feel guilty/inadequate/awkward. I'm undeserving of your praise!!!Damn intelligent.
Joshua:Affectative. Complicated.Peculiar.
Mariam: Your psychedelic contact lens are the most alluring objects in the world...
Melanie:FUNNAYE.
Muhammad: Scrawny, Bisexual. My faveourite verbal punching bag next to Nigel and Joshua.
Nadirah: Youthful. Naive
Rachel: Sophisticated.
Rebecca: Streetsmart. Confident
Shikin: Goal-oriented.
YiYong:Woefully oblivious. Naive. Frustrating. Crappy.

2005-10-28T22:51:00.000+08:00

Hmm..I have no more life starting next year:

I can't afford to fail Year Two because the school won't be offering the same Syllabus anymore. Any failures will automatically kicked out! I would therefore need to study my fat arse off everyday. On top of that, I'm doing the Diploma course in Tourism in conjunction with my A levels that's to be done during the holidays and saturdays.

Lastly, SYF casting. The judge: Mrs. Mayer. Nuff sed.

Next week!

Finding out if I made the SC interview list.
Kim's BBQ Party
I STILL NEED TO LEARN HOW TO RIDE A BIKE!

2005-10-27T17:22:00.000+08:00

Results.

Economics - B
English Literature - E
History - D
General Paper - C5

Like, heck. My forte subjects back in secondary school are now my lowest subjects. What's happening to me? I gotta save up and finally see that shrink I've been telling myself to see.

Student Leadership experience on top of my English O Levels. I need to learn how to ride a friggin bike in two week's time. I also need to learn how to erase that spastic "I'm pissed go away" look on my face.

Fneh, Dart's gonna teach me how to ride a bike later.

2005-10-25T19:48:00.000+08:00

Promotion Exercise.

It's been a hectic roller coaster ride of a year. I remember entering Innova Junior College, determined to be a different person. True enough, I found myself changed by my experience in the Star of the North. I found my self at Millennia Institute, bitter and angry at the world. In time (after a long time) I grew to be fond of our rusty, run down campus (though I still think the admin's a bit disjointed).

Now, I'm different. Or rather, indifferent. No matter what happens, I'll take it all in and work with whatever I recieve.

And you'll never know till you reach the top

If it was worth the uphill climb.

2005-10-24T23:42:00.000+08:00

Let's weave a tapestry of lies,

a world of wishes and make-believe.

2005-10-24T23:40:00.000+08:00

Day Two: I woke up at said ungodly hour of 4 am and took a taxi to Yishun MRT. Paid $20 for the whole freggin trip (my week's allowance). The Taxi driver gave me two dollars though "for coffee" he said. ^__^Cute little kids. I'm fortunate to have well behaved girls from CHIJ and the other two schools. What I do loathe is the paper collection and the admin work. I also hate standing in the room and waiting for them little ones to finish the paper. Gawd.

Soundbytes from today's Drama session:Rajeev: The five guys' costumes are like the lead male's except that theirs' are in various stages of dress.Joel, Christopher, Me, Wei Yew (collectively):...what?

Job Attachment Day Three: I must say, it went absolutely smooth. I'd invigilate again if only the entire class is made up of CHIJ girls, so obedient and quiet (and pretty darn cute little things). When the hell are we getting our money?

After that, met the remnants of my class over at Orchard Road. Turns out I'm the only guy, so needless to say I can't follow all the gir talk happening left right and center.

I'm now obssessively craving for Tiramisu Ice Cream from Haagen Daz.

Next day, Friday, felt like a bloody short Monday. Played Floorbal during PE and that was the most fun I've ever had. My erratic manuevering here and there and everywhere got a few goals in and with Mr Velu, we floored the other team.

Nyah!I gave the SYF auditions a miss because I'm still exhausted from the Job attachment and that I want to be involved in backstage work. I'm still not used to waking up at 4 am and travelling to the other end of the island on a consecutive basis.
Gonna get our exam results next week. I'm ready to commit hara-kiri.

2005-10-18T21:12:00.000+08:00

MOE Job attachment: We spent the whole day from 9 am to 5.30 pm coding exam papers. Which meant that we transcribed answers into OMR sheets by shading them. There were five schools, over 1000 papers.... I'm typing this with my left hand. My right feels numb. Tomorrow, I have to wake up at an ungodly hour of 4 am just to get to Sengkang almost halfway across the island. I have to invigilate primary three students. Wonderful, I'm looking forward to this experience. I'm also looking forward to knowing the full extent of my patience. $100 is starting to look a bit pale beside the work we are doing. hmmm...I can feel my right hand beating... If I'm asked to shave another oval, I'm going to snap and go berserk.

2005-09-22T19:16:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday to my dear brother.
I hope age brings you maturity.
May you have a polite awakening.

2005-08-30T22:05:00.000+08:00

I just want to give a shout out to my brother.
Darwin, you make me realise that my life is fucked up enough without you having to go and make it even more fucked up than it already is. You pose around with your guitar thinking you can actually play a note when all you do is make noise enough to wake the dead. Seriously, you have no sense of respect whatsoever to whomever. I won't go so far as to condemn you to burn in the eternal pits of Hell, but I would say that if you keep going on like you did tonight, I'm going to bash that egotistic head of yours against the wall until blood comes out of your ears. I'm going to smash your fucking guitar and stake it through your legs so you can't move. I'm going to stitch your mouth shut with the strings. And if you're not satisfied with that, I'm going to twine your earphone wires around your fingers until they turn blue, and cut your puny appendages off.

2005-08-26T22:47:00.000+08:00

I'm looking forward to next week. I'm also dreading it.
When you're anticipation of something is this high, it's gonna be a major impact when it comes crashing down.
I just hope it all goes well.

Appearance and Reality

2005-08-24T23:20:00.000+08:00

I've been reading two people's blog, people from my school. It's interesting to note that, what you see them in school as, are totally different when you read their stream of conciousness on their blogs.

The ties that bind

2005-08-20T22:21:00.000+08:00

Speech and Drama continues to be my main activity in Millennia Institute. The society won Gold at SYF last year, so we have a lot to live up to. Last tuesday the cast of Teochew Porridge went back to NAFA to attend a workshop on the Alexander Technique. Frankly I thought it was quite useless, individual tutoring would have helped out more. Anyway, the NAFA students were gregarious and friendly so much so that we got together and played ice-breaker games just for the heck of it. And yet again, we made fun of Nithiya's fear of the dark. We made her stand in the centre of the Black Box and turned off the lights. She did that panick thing for a minute and everyone was rolling on the floor laughing!

There was this interesting girl from China. She had the most eye catching fashion sense; Straight fringe but an 'afro' at the back, long fingernails painted pink, gold sequinced sneakers, and baggy pants that had too many pockets.
After the whole affair, we ate at the Kopitiam outside NAFA again for the umpteenth time in a row. Me and Joel ordered the same thing; Lamb Chop and Milo Dinosaur and the rest just ordered drinks. I thought the taste was a bit...odd, but I haven't sunken my teeth into any form of steak that I relished every bite *drool*

When we were trying to catch a cab to go home there was this freaking eccentric woman. She went "WHERE ARE YOU GOING? THIS PLACE NO MORE BUS AFTER 10 PM! I KNOW, I LIVE HERE FOR TEN YEARS! YOU HAVE TO WALK ALL THE WAY TO SIM LIM SQUARE TO GET A TAXI!!" and we very cautiously walked away...

Student Leadership Experience! I have two nominations from teachers, and five or six from my peers. I don't know if that's enough...but I'll be damned and disappointed if I can't get it.

Wednesday we went toTheatreWorks at Fort Canning for our Play Production workshop. The Black Box there was kinda small, but that's just because I'm too used to the one at NAFA. It was cool knowing all the lighting stuff and all. I realise now that it's not as complicated as it looks. Just a bunch of regulator switches on a control panel. Of course, the modern ones are all computerised.

Once again, Nithiya in a play turns its rating into R(A).

"Take the jewel!"
"What Jewel? This one ar?" *looks at the statue's crotch*
"Not that! The other one!"

2005-08-14T21:32:00.000+08:00

Killing myself over small things.
Apathy towards bigger ventures.

What has happened to that word they call "friendship"?

2005-08-11T20:04:00.000+08:00

I thought I told myself that I wouldn't get my hopes up so high again.
Lower your expectations to the point they're already met.
I thought that's the philosophy I'm going to follow to make things easier for me.

I retook my English Orals today.
Hmph.
The next papers are on 9th November.
If I fail this again, I don't know how I'll live with myself.
I don't know how I'll live at all.
Maybe I'll make myself stop living.
Or will this present another signpost in the life of me?
It's too late now.
I have my sights on coming back to Innova next year.
Whether or not I make thit is up to me.
Whether or not I get accepted is up to chance.

It's nice that some of my classmates in MI actually care enough to wish a good luck.
But none of them are close friends.
Am I asking too much?
We have only been in the same class barely five months.
I guess I'll never grow to love and cherish MI.
I could've lived with the rotting campus, if my damn self-esteem wasn't so low.
I could've lived with everything that's wrong there if I had the same strong companionship I had last time.
That's what kept me going.
Friendship.
But then that Avenue Q song said: "Only for now..."
Everything is only for now.
Enrything eventually goes into evanescence.

Not that I think you guys aren't good enough to be called my friends, though.
It's just that...sometimes friendship needs more than " I wish I could be there" Or "I know You're always there in heart soul and spirit."
I need friends to be actually be there, when I need them the most.
I'm not saying all the time.
Just for a few of the times that really count.

Why does everything have to be so hard?
Maybe you'll never find your purpose.
Lots of people don't.
But then- I don't know why I'm even alive!
Well, who does, really?

Everyone's a little bit unsatisfied.
Everyone goes 'round a little empty inside.
Take a breath, Look around,
Swallow your pride,
For now...
Nothing lasts,
Life goes on,
Full of surprises.
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes.
You're going to have to make a few compromises...
For now...
For now we're healthy.
For now we're employed.
For now we're happy...
If not overjoyed.
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid, for now...

Only for now!(For now there's life!)
Only for now!(For now there's love!)
Only for now!(For now there's work!)
For now there's happiness!
But only for now!(For now discomfort!)
Only for now!(For now there's friendship!)
Only for now (For now!)
Only for now!

Don't stress,
Relax,
Let life roll off your backs
Except for death and paying taxes,
Everything in life is only for now!

Each time you smile...
It'll only last a while.
Life may be scary...
...Only for now
But it's only temporary.

Everything in life is only for now.

2005-08-09T14:46:00.000+08:00

Two upcoming movies I'd like to watch.

Mirrormask is screenwritten by Neil Gaiman, writer of the immensly popular comic book ( let's call it graphic novel, the former sounds so childish) Sandman. It's about a girl, Helena, who wishes to run away from her family run circus. She ends up in her wish-world, and has to find the Mirrormask to wake the Queen and find her way back home. While the storyline may seem a bit cliche' the visuals are aesthetic and appealing in a theatrical way, without endangering the movie into becoming an eye-candy fest like the Star Wars prequels.

The next one is Cry_Wolf. It's about this group of students who initiates a newb into their society by starting a ruse that a killer is on the lose in campus. Eventually things start coming true. It's reminiscent of the Scream storyline, but what intrigues me about this one is it's use of instant messaging as a medium.

Ok, creepy. But then again, it might turn out to be another slasher-flick.

2005-08-08T20:35:00.000+08:00

That was honestly one of the best schooldays ever.

Today was National Day celebrations for Millennia Institute. Initially it started off with dark clouds, drizzles and thunder. I mean, how are we supposed to fly kites? Not that anyone was enthusiastic about it. Plus, the parade would have been impossible to carry out.
Spent the morning exchanging lame jokes with the spastic people ( Ger flaps her hands like a spastic pigeon while trying to tell a joke in a coherent manner). We eventually were called down to our respective venues for the parade thingy. It was ok, I guess)

So, on to the Kite Flying. Everyone was running around trying desperately to keep their kites in the air. Mad ran like a lunatic and fro a few brief moments our kite reached quite high. Not long after, the field became a scene of sugar-high pigeons running around with strings.

Charmaine managed to wheedle Jing Song into flying a kite, and MAN DID HE RUN!!! not that the kite flew though *snicker* It was fun, and we finally headed towards the Hall to round up the day's events with singing.

ENRGY!!! that's one word to describe the sing-along. The Student Councillors managed to get Mr Fong to sing, and I got it on video ( yay blackmail). WE MANAGED TO CLINCH THE HIGHEST KITE IN YEAR ONE!!!(Pardon the pun).
So after numerous kodak moments, my day ended at the post office with KarKoon after lunch with Charmaine at BK.

2005-08-07T19:11:00.000+08:00

If you wanna be somebody else, change your mind. If you're tired of losing battles with yourself, change your mind.

Everybody's so busy nowadays.
Last Friday, only Ms Ong, our GP teacher and Co-form teacher came to watch my performance. None of my friends in MI came. Well, at least the Drama people came. I have people sending me messages of "Sorry I can't come, hope you do well."
Thanks for the support, but a guy needs something more than that, right? Or is it I'm too demanding a friend? Or do I have any friends at all? Mostly everything's "Oh sorry, I have something on." Or "I can't go, sorry."
Ever since I came to this school...I've always felt like everything's not real. I can't see myself walking the grimy hall and saying " This is my school, this is my life!"

Hate me for what I am, but love me for what I'm not...

2005-08-06T19:53:00.000+08:00

"You gotta go after the things you want, while you're still in your prime."

Teochew Porride is finally over. I'll miss all those rehearsals that thoroughly corrupted me, all the flunk ups, and all the great moments we shared, all the food we ate during that last week of rehearsal.
It's almost bittersweet, but I'm just happy that my schedule's back to normal ( or is it?) and I can finally clear all the backlog that's been accumulating for the past week.

No one knows the new address of this place...I've only told precious few, those I count my friends, or those I think who are my friends. I'm uncomfortable at the idea of certain teachers reading my blog...

Promotionals are in two month's time. I need help in Economics...It's honestly the only subject at the moment I'm capable of getting an A in.

Nostalgia is killing me. Save me from this life.

2005-08-02T23:42:00.000+08:00

Ok, it's not just that I miss the old crowd that the previous entry was there. There was more to it. Kim, I'll tell you later when you're not so busy.

2005-08-01T22:37:00.000+08:00

Tired of weaving dreams too loose for me to wear
Tired of watching clouds repeat their dance on air
Tired of getting tied to doing what's required
Is a life a mere routine in the greater scheme of things?

Through with taking roads someone else designed
Through with chasing stars that soon forget to shine
Through with going through one more day--what's new?
Does my life still mean a thing in the greater scheme of things?

I'm tired of my life, it's like an empty shell.
Stagnant

Devoid

Of anything

I want to stop this now

Why the hell do I let myself put up with this?

My O Level English Orals are on the 11th. Pathetic huh? I have to retake my English because I got a bloody C5 for it. If I get an A1 for the frigging paper, that would give me the bare minimum of 20 to enter JC. That would mean I have to retake Year one with a completely new syllabus and probably kill myself in the run. I want to go back to Innova, but it will never be the same. The 3 months was a shade reminder of what I could've had if I had worked hard. It was probably too good to believe that the friendship will always remain steadfast and strong. I'm forgotten, passed over. I don't want to delusion myself anymore. I just want to live real. "lower your expectations to the point they're already met." Seems like a simple enough philosophy. As simple as "Ignorance is bliss". I should just stop trying too hard. It's not worth it anymore. Not at all. Prove me wrong, or tell me to go ahead and die. No more secrets, no more subterfuge, enough of the facade.

2005-07-31T22:37:00.000+08:00

I still can't get over the fact that BENNY CAN ALREADY DRIVE!!! Darn it, next time I come back from the Philippines, I'll have an international driver's liscence.

Ok, that was the weirdest week ever.

>obese, old caucasian woman walking naked on the sidewalk without a care in the world.
>Jack russel terriers started humping each other the moment my Drama senior, Nithiya, waved near the gate.
>Us getting lost en route to NAFA, due to Nithiya's directions. Ms Ng's car = must put seatbelts on.
>Ms Ng's narration of her childhood exploits involving a dead goldfish, a luohan and a chick
>the trip home after dinner ( must remember to bring recorder whenever we ride in Ms Ng's car)

Since I'm too bloody lazy to elab right now, I'll leave off with soundbytes.

Nithiya: "Mr Ram's my father figure ok! He's my daddy!"
Mr Fung: " ...Who's your daddy?"

Ms Ng: "Oh SHIT!!" *hits the gas pedal real hard*

Ms Ng, Joel, Me: "Remember, you are parked on the fourth level."

2005-07-25T21:58:00.000+08:00

I can't really say I'm sad about my results. Neither can I say I'm happy about them. Maybe what dampens that black mood that's supposed to have descended upon me is that everybody's pretty much got the same lousy grade. Small consolation, that.

But let's get back to reality here, can I seriously make it? I honestly don't know what I'm doing in school. I mean, I learn, understand new concepts, skills and all. But seriously, what am I going end up doing at the end of it all?

I feel like I'm just living it day by day. Nothing really fazes me anymore. Heck, I'd be surprised if I get surprised at anything. Perhaps the numbness of shock has never really worn off. Perhaps I'm still expecting to wake up to something better.

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Had a bad day

2005-07-23T12:02:00.000+08:00

MI's Racial Harmony day celebration was the epitome of boredom in the whole history of academia. What did we do? we watched people play Sepak Takraw. No, the game per se wasn't boring. It was the play. Then there was this annoying team from A4. Loud and annoying. Iggy in front of me was being sarcastic and bored. The teachers behind us were doing some admin work that had no relation whatsoever to racial harmony day. The Indian Dance could've been great. COULD'VE BEEN. Nah, the whole thing was ust an exercise in wasting our time, I'd rather be in Ms. Nora's history Lecture. It was rather funny to see Jing Song try out the dance moves with a peculiar smile on his face >lol<

2005-07-19T21:28:00.000+08:00

Noah's acting spastic today. But don't we all? hahahaha

Ms Ng's soundbytes part 2:

"Lust? What lust? You don't see her going 'Gimme gimme gimme!' do you?"

Mrs. Meya soundbytes:

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Fuck

2005-07-17T11:22:00.000+08:00

So things go from good to bad to worse to downright shit.

Forst off, the NAFA performance for Drama got rescheduled to the 5th of August. Problem is, the student symposium thing is on the same day! I dearly would love to go to the symposium thing, but it remains to be seen whether I can work out an arrangement with my Drama teacher....shit.

THEN my mom's making such a big deal about buying the stupid Harry Potter book. She talks about saving up for it as if it's as big an investment as buying a new PC. Heck, she's just an excess baggage around the house. She should just go back home. She irritates me just by being there. She's so bloody sure of herself when she comes to a conclusion about something, it makes me sick.

Life so far

2005-07-13T15:24:00.000+08:00

Ms Ng's driving skills makes me grateful for public transport.

MI's PE short's built in underwear rides up my fat arse.

I'm starting to loathe Literature.

My new theme songs are "It sucks to be me" and "There is life outside your apartment" both from Avenue Q the musical.

I just finished my Mid Year Exams. I think I'm gonna flunk my Literature. Arrr. My blog entry's startng to read like Nigel's. Someone save me.

Oh yeah, I went to Innova last Monday to pick up the notes Kim got for me. So I got to Woodlands MRT station, I thought the rain had finally stopped but by the time I was halfway to the crossing, it POURED!!! *note to self: never run in short pants without wearing a belt* I ran all the way to the sidegate, splashing hapless Innovians along the way with puddlewater. Kim went "DARYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLL!!!" and I went " KIIIIIIM!!" (yes, a very eloquent hello we have). Promised to hang out more, must plan study date with the Old Crowd. Kim's getting scrawny!!! Can feel her bones through the hug ^__^ Must feed her special prata next time we meet.

2005-07-09T20:29:00.000+08:00

I'm writing this in my spastic living room computer because my brother is physically bonded to the other one.

I'm being nagged at by both my Bsc Engineering holder parents about my upcoming exams.

"It's your handwriting. Make your handwriting legible, That's why you got a C for your English." Mother says.

Father says "Those exam markers will think you are stupid if your handwriting is less than perfect."

I really loathe my Wireless...

2005-07-08T15:16:00.000+08:00

Six years ago, I had the greatest friends I thought a guy could ever have. We were a clique, but us in the Philippines call it barkada. It's more than just people who hang out together, it's a bond made of camaraderie and trust.
When I lost something valuable, they were there to help me get through it.
Two years later, before I was leaving for Singapore, I started getting sly hints from one of them, what was thought to be an inside joke turned into a revelation.
One of them stole the valuable thing, apparently. The guy was transferred out a year ago because his grades woudn't hold up to the required standard. It also turned out that they all knew about it. The object was something I could have easily replaced, frivolous and material. I know they didn't play a part in the theft. What bothered me was that we were friends for all those time, and they knew. They didn't steal my property, but they violated my trust. I left the place I called home for twelve years, carrying that with me.

I really appreciate the reality check, I really do.

Kim, you never cease to brighten up my day. Your "Why not?" attitude inspires me to greater heights. But maybe I have bitten a lot more than I can chew. Then you said:

"Do things at the pace you feel is right."

"Don't EVER let others dictate the way you lead your life."

"You cant fit in if you stand out."

I miss you a lot. You're the greatest friend I have ever met.

Panic Button on Overdrive

2005-06-23T09:46:00.000+08:00

After three weeks of Drama rehearsals, Innuendos, Bad jokes, Teochew porridge and bra, and the lollipop shtick, the rug got pulled out from under my feet when Mariam called me urgently, about our GP project.

Mariam: Daryl, it's on monday!

Daryl: What?! you mean school starts on Monday?!?

Mariam: Yes, my dear.

Needless to say...I'm feeling high strung right now. I don;t know whether I should go with my parents to Orchard Road to shop ( who likes shoping withtheir parents? most definitely not me...but heck, they have the money =__=)
Or to stay back and finish the Effing project. *sigh* my life really sucks at the moment...I thought there was another week of mindless laconancy left!!! DAMN IT!!!

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Ms Ng's soundbytes:

"F****** H***!"
"T* M* D*!"
"SHIT!"
"Shut up, Daryl!"

I should have brought a tape recorder, it was just too rich XD.

2005-06-14T21:11:00.000+08:00

I read with mild intrigue, this letter in the newspaper forum section, about the "never-ending debate on the issue of speaking good English".
Probably the issue that crops up the most is that of the "accents" and the bane and blessing of the Singlish lingo. The writer to the forum argues that it is nigh impossible in this society for the layman populace to speak in "good English" being as 'our' perceived context of it is speaking in a foreign accent. That is, with a British or an American swagger. Further arguments presented is that the only credible "good English" speakers that combine crisp grammar with 'local flavour' belong to the denomination of Broadcast Journalists, Politicians and English teachers.

Now, therein lies the dilemma. Does speaking good English necessarily pertain to the sole territory of accents? Perhaps people are now getting confused. Of course, the writer so clearly delineates why the local accent or slang is incapable of attaining worldwide popularity ( I'd love to see the next person who writes to the paper refuting this guy's stand on the subject). Now that I quite agree, Judging by the size of the populace. And not a majority of the international community are even aware where our quaint little island lies on the World Map.

However, I find it hard to concur with his argument that the local accent requires the compulsive need to include "lah,leh,lor" and other implements at the end of every sentence. The writer further argues that there is a lack or absence of locals abroad who have claimed worldwide acclaim who speaks in a foreign accent. That there are only those who speak in a definitive local air.

In summation, the side glorifying Singlish declares the foreign accent speakers lacking in patriotic grace, while the side of the crisp accent speakers condemn the singlish spouters into the realm of those who can't be understood.

This issue has been going on ad nauseam. My only take on it? The locals should learn correct grammar more than they need to condemn foreign accents. THEIR ERRORS GRATE ON MY EARS!!

2005-06-13T18:28:00.000+08:00

I woke up at 530 pm. My nose was clogged, I couldn't breathe properly. I grabbed a bite from the fridge, but the food tasted like ash. I drank a glas of water and some went down the wrong pipe and I choked. On water.

I went downstairs to pass Benny the CDs I owe Shannon. So I just sat there, waiting.

Twenty minutes later, I feel much refreshed. I handed the CDs over to my friend and walked back home.

Strange. I remember reading from somewhere "Accomplish all but one dream, because when you have nothing to live for, your life will be as empty as a world coloured in shades of gray.". Okay, I just made that up ^__^ No, actually I read the same message from somewhere before, but in different phrasing.
I have so much things left to do, yet I find that I feel aimless.

I am very bored.

2005-06-13T10:27:00.000+08:00

Since my tagboard's going all haywire on me, I thought to reply via posting *bleah*

Okay, Chanel: Nah, it's okay!! I realise that I need to work on my people skills, and I DID get to exchange a couple of words or so with some of the people there...which isn't saying much XP I only remember Jo...what was that guy's name again? hehe *networking freak*

Critc's Corner Redux

2005-06-12T21:30:00.000+08:00

Today, I accidentally came across the GundamS forums. Much to my surprise, that place was populated to the brim with my fellow countrymen. What irks me the most is that even in my mother tongue, there exists the same bastardisation that plagues the english language. I cringe at the implications, though I do know that this probably is only a scarce minority, the existence of it unseats me nontheless. Content? Imbecillic detritus, considering the fact that the site has a reasonably updated screencaps of the series, the poor ignorant souls still scream the obvious contrary. This is typical of the mindless devotion the lower-class back home commonly subscribe to whenever there's a new, sappy, cliched Telenovella on local television, never mind that seven other such carbon copies are already on-air.
The place is called a forum yet the basic rules of posting on topic is not even adhered to, for there blatantly cries "NARUTO!!!SHAMAN KING!!! SAKURAAAA"
There was even one anonymous user who posted, on impulse, I assume, derogatory comments concerning my mother country. Well, though I think that the person's comment was tactless, unfounded, racist and dully reeking of egotistic bigotism, I can understand what sparked that person's ire.

Let me share my experience of locally dubbed imports in the Philippines: The whole thing gets seriously skewed out of point until the depth of any story is lost and the whole package becomes another version of the multitudes of telenovellas that plague the Philippine mass media.

*shudder*

Tabula Rasa

2005-06-06T21:58:00.000+08:00

I was supposed to fabricate a character for my playwriting workshop last saturday.
..how would Noah feel if she found out I made her talk in this manner?

Five years of non-stop work
but heck, that's why they call it a job.
For the rest of our lives we work, work, work
With barely enough time to sleep, sleep, sleep
Much less play, play, play
Deadlines? That's life!
For a life of luxury well-deserved
Do I have to go through this?
"well-deserved" indeed
A well-deserved life of stressful routine
A well-deserved life of sweet madness
Friends? yeah, right. More complications.

hehe, you'd probably kill me if you find out I made you spout such things. I also wrote something about 'Tasha, but hell no, I'm not gonna put it here, too bloody prtentious ^___^.

2005-06-03T22:56:00.000+08:00

So what's on my itinerary for this week?

>Tomorrow Saturday: Basic Playwriting Workshop conducted by TheatreWorks, The White Box at Fort Canning Centre
>Sunday:Get Star Ocean Guide from WeeQuan. Watch Madagascar with YinQi, Watch Spirits at Victoria Theatre with the drama people. Get the Script from Mr. Fong
>Tuesday: Literature Paper 2 Remedial. Drama Audition.

And that amidst Literatire project, GP project and Farewell Party rehearsals.

Adieu.

The sound of Music

2005-06-02T21:39:00.000+08:00

My life so far; sound bytes

Charmaine: Isn't Onyx that garbage thing company?

Daryl: It is?

Charmaine: Yeah

Daryl: Well, thank god that the other houses weren't named "altvater" and "Sembwaste"

Charmaine: *laugh*

Daryl: hehe...

Charmaine: *lauging*

Mariam: Charmaine!

Hardi: Calm down!

Charmaine *still laughing*

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Geraldine (holding a pocket watch) hypnotizing Andrea: You are spastic, you are spastic you are spastic, you are spastic, you are spastic.

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Geraldine trips on the table leg : *points at the table* MORON!!

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Aaron writes: Father Joshua sits down alone reading porn

Daryl: That sounds so wrong!

Aaron: Yeah, he's supposed to be a priest

Daryl: No, "Father Joshua" sounds SO wrong

Joshua: Yeah! I wanna cross-dress as a nun!

Daryl: I wonder however he got ordained in the first place

Nigel: He bribed the priest

Joshua: No lah, I had sex with the M.Superior

Jasmine: *laughs*

A Clashing Harmony

2005-05-28T08:59:00.000+08:00

Well, that certainly was an interesting week. I know know what it is like to have your head and balls ripped out. Metaphorically speaking, of course, perverts.

National Education quiz was a pleasurable experience. FIT teacher, as Ger likes to name him, turned out to be a very amiable, intellectual, witty, FUNNAYE teacher..hehehe. I ran into Faezah, and saw my old CT, thank gawd he didn't see me...but he did anyway considering we were ON STAGE!!! heck. We lost out in points because we didn't have the foresight bring supporters to answer in the audience participation round. But heck, my Debates collegue, Josh was there. And the TPJC team were going "GO MI!!" (we have similar uniform colour, hint hint). But then again, losing the quiz was something we could just shrug off. And JJC tied with RJC at 110 points, but RJC won the tie breaker. But looking at the score board, VJC managed to clinch 150 points meaning that RJC was waaay far behind...Oh yeah, we got a laptop carrier for our 'goodie' bag.

Fastforward to the JCDC workshop at PJC. First few lines I said to Jaryl

"You look CHUNKAYE!!!! What the HELL iss up wih your hair? looks like a bunch of hamsters molested it!!"

*wistful* Seems like the old days ^____^

So the four ex-westwoodian debates team members trekked back with Jaryl's friends to the bus stop. So we talked and gossiped about what's happened to the other people in our 4H.

It's quite a bittersweet nostalgic feeling, that we were able to talk as if we weren't from separate schools. I guess that these kinds of friendships, though not overly close, are the ones that are going to last our entire lives.
Peace out.

Jalanjalan

2005-05-24T20:55:00.000+08:00

Hurhurhur. I feel so free!!!

Me and Nigl dropped debates, Nigel's excuse being that he's too chiken and unprepared to face other people and that he might bruise his precious self-esteem. And mine is that I'm too effing tied up with stuff, and that I don't want to compromise my Mid-Year exam preparations.

We ended up heading to The Esplanade with LiYi, Hilmi, ~my Cherie ( don't ask =__= )
and two other people whose names I'm not aware of.

Carziness during roadtrip!!! My 'lizard laugh' as Ger likes to put it, freaked Liyi out, and exchanged various illicit innuendoes that probably had more than one eyebrow raising from the other passengers.

I didn't know Hilmi and Nigel were such gossips, as I found out in BK. Bleah, I'm stuffed. Headed to the Esplanade Library next, there was this guy playing this piece in the practice room, damn good I tell you, and the rest of us browsed through a thick GQ mag while waiting for whoever finish their business in the library.

2005-05-22T17:47:00.000+08:00

Career Or Social life...?

There's my dilemma. Do I lessen the number of stuff I commit myself into, thereby lessening my chances of getting a good testimonial at the end of three years, as well as SC nomination, so that I can socialise more with "friends" so-called?

Heh, I'm just pissed off. Are so damn good an actor, you're actually believably, in a marginal fashion, an honest-sounding person? Are you so good at making excuses that you have become blase' about lying to people, "friendship" notwithstanding? Oh, wait. So pretentious of me to self-proclaim that I'm in your circle of friends. Strangers you meet then.

Moving on to more joyous matters, KIM!!! your birthday's coming up. Smile, ok? I promise I'll be there even if I have to jump the plane ^___^ I wouldn't miss your 18th birthday for the world <3

Stand And Deliver: Act One

2005-05-20T21:41:00.000+08:00

I just cam back from the final session of our drama workshop. Our instructor's really helpful; sharing her experience, giving useful critiques, all that stuff.
Drama's a new experience for me, and I'm not talking about that juvenile detritus we used to do in Secondary School. Everybody's very open, gregarious, TALKATIVE, NOISY, and artfully full of lame crap ^____^. Chris is one versatile actor, Joel's expressively bouyant and LOUD XD, Moses is a gargantuan stage prescence!!! And that Titanic Girl whose name starts with an 'N' (which I conveniently forgot after leaving the ELDDS room =___=;) can do friggin hilarious accents!!! YOU GUYS ROCK!!!!

Okay, I have a spastically asinine painful migraine right now...gawd I'm so pathetic.
Things to look forward to (yeah right):
>Debates trials [Nigel, if you bail out on me again, I'll be as irritable as a boil on your arse. a very BIG boil]
>GP exams [please let our dear dolphin trainer be correct in his teachings...]
>JCDC Workshop [Networking, baby!]
>Spirits performance at Victoria Theatre [The whole thing will be in chinese, go figure, Daryl]
>Kim's and Chanel's birthdays
>more Movies!!!!

I'm tired and I'm irritable, writing to the background of my sick brother's equally, or surpassably sick, incompetent, inept, cacophonic guitar "playing". SHUT UP!!!!!!!

The Feast of Fools, come and partake in filth and ignorance

2005-05-18T20:15:00.000+08:00

The School For Scandal by Richard Sherridan and Measure For Measure by Shakespeare both have themes of human degredation and filth in terms of morality. These two lays partly inspired my title and online display name ( either that or I've heard that phrase from somewhere).

*EDIT!! digression!!! that totally skewed my message*

Kim's feeling down, yesterday, and I'm not sure if she still is, today. Honestly, she's one of those rare diamonds you'll find in your entire life, each flaw, each seamless polish, each mesmerising gleam constituates the whole and makes it what it is; unique one-of-a-kind, unforgettable. It's been barely over a month since we parted in school, yet I still remember those tiny moments when you said "I miss you.", those times when we laughed at lame, perverted or sick jokes. Those simple moments we caught on camera. Those minutes running and walking around telletubby hill and the Sports School track. Those instances when you chanted " I shall not bitch" like a mantra. Sure, memories may be just memories, but they're there nonetheless. All I can do is cherish them till the end, no matter what storm or troubles may come in our lives. I hope you'll always know that your friends will always be there for you and with you. In heart and soul, and spirit. We will always love you, I will always love you, my dear Goddess. So wipe your tears, and put a smile on your face. There's still too much of our lives to live through, so we might as well live it to it's best, as best as we possibly can. Stay strong, yeah?

And, a check mark for Wednesday

2005-05-12T15:55:00.000+08:00

I can finally get to work on my overdue essays. Shit, three overdues and a test next week, along with Institute day this saturday. Hehe, anything to get me in the Student's Council.

Wednesday's debates!! I must say that after all that preparation, I'm disappointed with the team's performance. Reiteration after reiteration of our main premise and everything went to tatters during the actual thing.

VJC wasn't excellent, per se. They just had better presentation, what with that female speaker's nasal pseudo-british accent and that third speaker's convincing american accent.

I found the judge of the second round a wee bit subjective on her comments...She's supposed to look at other criterias rather than the points themselves, she's not debating. However, Vicky #2's loud comment about biasness leaves a sour taste in my mouth. It makes us look bad, as if we don't have the face to lose graciously. It was pretty obvious from the onset that we had a low chance of winning. Ignatious can't possibly save the team single-handedly. Same problem as the first round, lack of preparation and organisation. But I don't really care about losing.
Went socialising a bit during the debrief. Joel and that other girl who likes filipino accents o__O. On the way to the MRT ( after waiting for half an hour, I realised that I was on the wrong side of the road =___=), I got into a nice conversation with Gail (spelling?) who thought I was from TPJC. She seems to be a nice person, actually. JCDC workshop end of May, woopie.

2005-05-10T21:12:00.000+08:00

I've been profoundly disturbed. I need therapy. PSYCHOLOGICAL therapy. Calis is a damn perverted sick morbid mental case. I DO NOT want to elaborate. He just brings the word "disturbed" into a whole new level. Gawd.

ACJC debates are tomorrow. High chance that I might replace Vicky as first Proposition Speaker. Girl, GET WELL SOON!! AS IN NOW!!!

I just love adolescent student society, there's just so much intrigue. My batch is so full of finger fuckers, promiscuous sluts, procreating year two's that Geylang almost pales in comparison. Haha, damn I'm bored.

Two-cents worth

2005-05-08T21:33:00.000+08:00

I notice that every debate training/meeting we have, we discuss every known issue on the face of existence EXCEPT deaf society. Not that I'm complaining, irrelevant intellectual discussion quite stirs my mental process and personal enjoyment, but we DO tend to digress every five seconds into discussing our points. True blue debaters make for satisfying conversationalist, even when talking about mundane topics. Yeah.
Okay, no philosophical points of views, critiques or though provoking statments this time. Because mine all seem to involve the types that get featured on Channel News Asia, wherein the parties involved might sue me for defamation and possibly shut down my blogging days forever. Honestly.

Freedom of speech. Yeah. In America, they have those scandalous books that throw mud at various politicians, Democrats, Republicans, celebrities and that old lady feeding the pigeons down Central Park. UK harbours the most cut-throat tabloids and journalists ever knwon in publishing history, where virtually nothing is sacrosanct nor taboo, not even the new Pope. What I'm trying to say is that, if I utter even one uncomplementary comment about any public figure from Taufik Batisah to *cough cough* I'd get into a protracted highly publicised three ring media circus. Conformity is the status quo, Diversity and digression is not. Socialist Democratic Republic indeed.

2005-05-05T15:58:00.000+08:00

for no one will love that which gives him pain...laboring in vain, he must end up hating himself and his fruitless occupation

Trust betrayed me once,
and left me in the rain
with a knife driven into my back
I thought I could give trust another chance
Will you leave me out in the rain again?
Will you stab me in the back?
Can I ever trust you again?

2005-05-04T20:06:00.000+08:00

Why do I suddenly have this urge to work like a beaver, yet I have no unfinished homeworks lying around the house?

I just came back from debates meeting. Our coach is an eloquent, sarcastic, and darkly sartorial young woman, whom I'd pay a good sum to replace my General Paper lecturer and tutor.
And our motion for next week's ACJC Inter-College debates is: This house believes that society would be well served in the maintenance of a separate culture for the blind. And we're supposed to argue both sides of the issue since we have two rounds of debates. =___="

The debate team's so far so good. Just what I would expect. Sarcastic, noisy ( why does the issue of sarcasm keep coming up?), gregarious, and more or less able to engage in intellectual conversation laced with ascerbic wit and humour. With the exception of Nadirah, who leaves a lot to be desired. She has a seemingly superficial view and grasp of the issues at hand, most of us tend not to look at the emotional value of whatever motion given to us yet not totally devoid of it that we sound de-humanized; rather we can talk and argue about it in an objective, detached manner free of prejudicial standpoints.

Blah that's all for debates rant. Oh yeah, Michelle Chang, our debates coach, gave us free M&M's. Me likes <3

2005-05-03T18:42:00.000+08:00

And now, a word from our nonexistent sponsors

2005-05-01T16:00:00.000+08:00

I love weekends ^____^

The day started with

Along the way out we

Kim left us at the bus stop T____T cuz she had to go for council meeting.

We got to Sentosa amidst the racuous antics of the Horny Khakis Association, and took the bus to Palawan Beach sans Kim.

To make things short (*is too lazy to write in detail*)
>Lost $1 to the effing defective locker
>Ticked off by the rude saleslady at the kiosk
>was dragged along like a floatation device by Ter
>scratched my elbow at the floating platform
>Crawled my way with Ter and Brad from one end of the beach to the other
>caused major concussion to taupok-ees, mainly Mel, Andy, Ter, Corny and Brad

Kim didn't turn up T_____T *wonders what she did during council*

Maybe something along the line of

And that concludes the Sentosa Trip. Get ready for part two *figures that other pics need to be edited*

In Short...

2005-04-28T21:37:00.000+08:00

Shit this infernal headache of mine. Maybe it's because of the blood donation drive, hmmm....

Mrs. Meyer PMSed at us during Lit class. We weren't moving fast enough AND we were noisy. Typical of my class.

What is the significance of the first scene in Shakespeare's Measure for Measure?

She hovered over the Lit groups like a hawk watching dinner. We could hear her comments to the other groups quite clearly. She seemed to have cooled down somewhat. Actually she was quite helpful, prodding you until you get to a satisfactory answer. She can be intimidating, but I managed to spit out a good answer ( she said "Excellent" *head growing*)

Time to be on overdrive, grab whatever opportunity that comes my way. I may not be in a JC, be in a school I hate, but by golly, I'm gonna go out with a BANG!

The world of real and make believe

2005-04-27T21:13:00.000+08:00

In this world there's real and make believe, but this seems real to me

Is it?

Kim: Prata connoisseur #1. Snake phobia. Student councillor. Pre-U seminar. Thinks she's fat. Tries very hard not to bitch. Used to get freaked out by butches. Lurves her friends. My Goddess.

Cornelius: Prata connoisseur #2. Metrosexual. Shaves his legs ( oei, that's what they say XD!) Media studies student. Eats like a horse, but never gets fat. Tries very hard to stay awake during mass lectures. Freaks Kim out with snakes. Lurves playing soccer with his boy friends. Slacker King.

Joel P.: Pseudo-economist. Beer guzzler. Counsels economics-traumatised students. Business studies student. Looks like he eats horses. Tries very hard to refrain punching Farouq. Looks like he can freak snakes out. HAppy Hour!!!

Heh, I still have Chanel, Ter, Brad and others but I haven't got the time to write them all out.

Bravado

2005-04-27T20:49:00.000+08:00

Where do I start? Yesterday was Blood Donation drive. Woot.
Ash fell on her leg along the way ( when she was jumoing down the steps of the stairs) then she was laughing like it was funny or something, so I laughed along with her ( uncertainly) while asking her if she was ok. We got to the Lecture hall and DaMN the needles were freaky, they were the size of those Milo straws and they stuck it in my right arm ( now it's feelin a bit bruised where they put the needle). It felt kinky!!! and warm, since the blood was running out through a tube. We took advantage of the freebies and lounge around the refreshment area before trekking back to the cafeteria.

Then come afternoon Jacqueline came all bitching about me laughing at Ash when she got injured. Heck, so it's wrong for me to laugh along with a friend when she injured herself? You tell me, apparently I'm too dense to understand basic human feelings.

Ash wasn't given painkillers because she was wearing pink shoes Isn't that the biggest bullshit you can ever find in a run-down second rate dead end place? The school's liable for the student's safety while they are in the care of the school. Heck, even the police wait for injured criminals to be treated before arresting them. Not to say that Ash was a criminal, but just for wearing pink shoes??

This morning I heard that we won yesterday's debates. I also found out that Mariam injured her leg. Our class seems to be on accident prone week.

So bladibladiblah nothing interesting happened up until Photo taking. Gawd I looked fugly.

So get this; Ms. Nora told us to go straight up to class and there goes Yu Yong waltzing his way to the cafeteria to grab a burger. With only about ten minutes left till Lunch period. So, needless to say, YY got scolded by our dear home tutor. but apparently, he's either too ignorant and naive to understand WHY he's being scolded, or he just doesn't give a damn. Honestly, this blatant display of immaturity is getting on my nerves. I don't even get this from the Sec one normal technical class in my old Secondary School.

Went to lunch with Nigel at the nearby coffee shop. We went back to school for the Speech and Drama meeting. Damn! that was fun!! It was easily almost like IJC's orientation!! thought the only names I remember are Joel and Moses...haha, Yay me.

Double Mushroom Swiss Meal, Upsiszed

2005-04-24T18:04:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was an uber hectic day. We went out to collect old and unwanted stuff from the housing estates around the MRT station. Andrea, my groupmate, got this song stuck in my head : Good morning, GOOD MORNING! It's such a lovely day! Fun stuff.

After floors, we had a sizable stack ready to be taken downstairs, because there were 11 more floors to go and hauling newspapers down ten flights of stairs the whole day wasn't my cup of coffee. After three hours of lugging refuse goods and chasing pigeons ( Me and Ger were really bored), we scavenged the pile of newspapers and found some magazines. Needless to say, I took all those in acceptable condition, they were relatively recent, so why waste them? Plus, there was a Constantine/Lemony S. poster. It was awful tiring, but, hey, I got a workout!!

I we decided to go to Ikea to purchase the stuff for our Economics project. Mad, our bisexual gigolo, was busy drooling over his Lime magazine, while the rest of us were simply bummed out from all the morning work.

The Ikea shopping trip was, in the words of an old friend of mine: " FARKING FUN LEH!" I think I may be turning too perverted for my own good...kept seeing round bulbous objects everywhere (hin hint). We had a blast.

Headed to Hardi's dad's Art Gallery next. A cool display of contemporary art, which was a good thing since we were looking for artistic ideas how to peddle our goods this coming Saturday ( Mad would give a wink at that last statement).

Anyway, nothing really special happened.

Critic's Corner:

There are a lot of white trash sashaying along Holland Village.
Avoid houses with grills covering their front gates because they are sure to harbor killer poodles.
Teens magazine is a waste of your $3 unless you're into the Singapore brand of mindless bubble gum pop [Hint: Sylvester Sim]
Must..get..First magazine subscription.
A class who only has four other males consisting of a bisexual gigolo, an over-emotional sissy, an angsty naive neighborhood kid, and a social recluse, will NOT do wonders for one's mental state.

Ahaha, enough of that

Critic's Corner

2005-04-22T21:26:00.000+08:00

My problem, is that I'm way too bloody trusting and I get my hopes up high too much.
Kim, I know you're a very busy gal, student council, pre-U seminar and A levels going on. and I guess that was pretty immature of me to put words in your mouth. You said in your last blog entry, that despite the whinings and everything, we know that we're still friends at the end of the day. You're one of those rare jewels that people will almost never find in their lives. Heck, maybe that's being too lyrical of me, but what the heck. It's just not the same here in my new stomping ground.

My day has been a hectic, exasperating roller coaster ride. I came to school and found that every surface of the canteen is covered with a light layer of some powdery substance. So during the morning assembly, this teacher was ominously informing us, that they therefore conclude that some student must have violated the fire extinguisher, thus covering the entire canteen and the benches waay over the school gate with an even layer of that mysterious white substance. She expressed her wish to capture those dastardly denizens who comitted such crime, and took pictures of the entire affected areas for "evidence". Word.

Mdm Lai called me aside during Silent Reading Programme and talked to me about my Polytechnic application. She said that I had leadership potential, and they might send me to leadership camp at the end of this year as well as student council. That's heartening to hear, but that also puts me under an obligation to project a good image at least towards my teachers and maybe my peers as well, no matter what I think or my opinions are of them.

PE was a pleasant venture, and a refreshing change of teacher from that condescending baldie last time. He was..blunt, and I concur with him all the way..that Health and Fitness club, or the TAF club should be unashamedly called the FAT Club!!! because that's what we are, and to hide that fact behind a pitiful excuse of motivational excreta reeks of patronization.

I had periodic gastric pains allthroughout History lesson, and I couln't really concentrate on the lesson proper. Interestingly enough, Asilah beside me was having one of those girl things and we were both crouching over. hehe.

Then I felt increasingly despondent. Kim hasn't replied to my message this morning, of when was it convenient for her to meet up and pass me the Economics notes. Meeting with my Goddess was probably the only thing I was looking forward to the entire week, but when didn't get a reply, at around dismissal time, I just felt like hating everyone for being so sickeningly cheerful. So explains my public apology in the foremost paragraph. Heck.

Now's my time to criticise local teen pop culture. On today's frontpage of The Straits Times' Life! section, we have Lionel Seah's Pay To Be Cool article. As materialistic and frivolous as the title may sound, it's content has even more purile detritus than the heading. I concede that one of the teens they used was marginally cool looking, but the rest all look like rejects from sartorial losers R Us. Clothes a cool person do not make. It has to go wth the whole package. what irksme the most is that fugly guy from ACS who looks like a failed carbon copy of a botched plastic surgery operation carried out by a visually impaired howler monkey. They may have expensive apparel, but nowhere do they look 'cool'. Au contraire, they're just trying too hard to get with the current flow. That's probably the most prevailing problem in singapore's teen society today. They try too hard to emulate the "hippest" fashion, while failing to discern what they really look when they don the latest fad.

Get real.

Stand and Deliver

2005-04-20T22:18:00.000+08:00

In a most dazzling display of juvenile adult pettiness, our econs lecturer waxed lyrical ( in her Aunty-yish singlish manner). Just because the louder bunch in my class was asking where Mr. Tang was, doesn't mean we disdain your classes ( now we do). Rebecca didn't have to apologize, other than the fact that Jing Song actually left, we didn't have anything to apologise for. If she's so weak that she can't continue her lessons because of that, then I suggest she finds a more salient profession, because that was highly unproffessional of her, the slimeball.

We had debates trials today, hurrah! I think I fucked my chances up, I only spoke for 2 and a half minutes T_____T considering I barely put any effort in writing that last minute speech. But she did say I have a "potentially good style". Meaning almost, bleah.

Once more, with feeling.

2005-04-17T18:31:00.000+08:00

Wednesday. I have a hell lot to do.
Drama auditions for the SYF ( they are gold medallists, you know O____O) and Debates trials. Not to mention the whole drama bullshit that's been going around in school. Heck, I can write two different plays from what's been going on. Anyways, I'm too lazy to blog, maybe tomorrow when I'm dead tired from PE.

Cheers

Beautiful Stranger

2005-04-16T23:03:00.000+08:00

Never was, Never will be.

School's a sea of murky waters, were the currents of conflict stir like an ethereal storm. I'm torn between the life I want to lead, and where I actually stand. How to respond? How to react? Do I be myself? Or do I shroud myself in stern practicality and cold hearted logic once more. Once, I thought I figured it out. Once, I thought I finally belonged to something. Once, I thought that final, someone genuinely cares. Now, I'm left in doubt. Am I stranded on a desert isle, where all I can do is wait for fate to take her chance again?

I thought those days were the time of my life. I thought those days were the ones that'll be with me till the day I die. Now, the memory seems like a lie, and now I'm just a part of those who never were, and never will be

First Official blog entry.

2005-04-13T22:19:00.000+08:00

Wan Zhen returned my effing black book. She wrote behind Chun Zheng's page and FOLDED a CORNER....I so do not like people doing that, but since she's so besotted with the guy I'll give her a concession.

I've been increasingly sharp and hostile to Joshua today, probably the result of me and Mariam's heart to heart pep talk en route home yesterday. Honestly speaking, the freaking faggart's ticking off my nerves. Stupid won't openly admit "he's" gay but acts every bit the part. What's probably even more spastic is that he keeps telling everyone the sob story of his deceased girlfriend and how he has Colorectal Cancer. Normally I would've been inclined to believe that hadn't told every damn student in the class. Seriously, why advertise such "unfortunate" events? I'm desensitized to such things, but even so, the whole spectacle is starting to reek of a desperate cry for attention. It may just be a whole elaborate, cliched publicity stunt. Joshua, GET A LIFE.

Yi Yong's quite sour about Joshua's feminine antics, and very nearly on the verge of serving the cavorting fucktard a knuckle sandwich. I talked to him prior to leaving the school for the SAF talk and he confided that he's not very happy with his circumstance ( welcome to the club). He lives in Yishun and travels for about two hours just to reach school. I told him to think it over real hard and consider his options. But he seems stuck since the appeal period for the Polytechnics are over. His best chance is probably to retake the O levels an get a better grade, then apply to a JC next year, which probably most of the student population is attempting to do.

SAF talk today. The skit was artfully presented, though the severe use of Singlish grated on my ears. Does this mean they want to portray us typical NS enlistees as what they had shown? Sorry, but I beg to differ.

Right at the end of the two-hour long talk, Ash yelled over the mike. I was just passing by Ms. Nora ( our Home Tutor) and she gave a very disapproving look. I told Ash about it and added that we're pre-university students. There's a certain maturity that's expected with reaching this point in life, and her antic was just plain immature. So she mulled this over all the way to Jurong Point. Not meaning to shatter her fantasy world, but sometimes Ash needs a reality check.

Over and out.

Yay!

2005-04-04T22:28:00.000+08:00

HUGE thanks to Shaun for helping me with this. YEAH BABY!!!

Hi

2005-02-08T23:11:00.000+08:00

Just testing this thing out...maybe try my hand in customizing since I don't know shit about webpages XD