my knees go weak

Back to the Grave

2006-03-08T08:16:00.000+08:00

Wohoho and a bottle of rum!

I can't sell my freaking tickets! What should I do? And *arghh* the whole class won't buy a single ticket either!
Of course, what i'm most kickassed about is the people in Band selling tickets to the juniors... like JQ Png for example, the devious little imp. die you pimp!

And by the way, JML doesn't know what a pimp is. he said he heard this band at the Oscars singing "IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIMP!" and sang along as well, apparently. so i explained it to him and his reaction was "oh dear... oh well! IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIMP! FOR A PIMP! FOR A PIMP!"

What can i say, JML's such a character... maybe cuz his b'day's on Friday...

2006-02-27T16:51:00.000+08:00

F.I.R - 后乐园

雨淋濕了世界　你站在我眼前　愛得太深太想要
你的溫度給我依靠　卻不能要　
放棄了也許才看得到　我從不是你的驕傲

★我走進後樂園中那迷失的一角
　再一步就能觸碰你的心跳　當我們以為的愛不是一種榮耀
　再深的愛也這樣　失去了

你還在我身邊　但我突然發覺　我們之間的畫面　
只會變得越來越淺　不夠永遠　
用生命也許才換得到　一次機會深刻擁抱　

■我走進後樂園中迷失的一角
　再一步就能觸碰你的心跳　我努力往前奔跑直到天涯海角
　卻發現還到不了?

　在我的後樂園中誰是我的依靠　我相信總有一天我會找到
　用我的心去感受擁有愛的美好　我願意世界為你　就這樣　靜止了?

Nice hor?

Oh dear...

2006-02-26T12:01:00.000+08:00

An interesting one, this.

And there's the blog on the side too. checkitout!

--->

And i have nothing else to say. Farewell!

Lime-ricks for Lemons

2006-02-24T15:29:00.000+08:00

Today was, as things usually go on weekend-eves, like BLAH BLAH BLAH GET IT OVER WITH in class. I think i've reached a deadend for geog, like everything moves in but nothing goes in. something like that. Or as JC our beloved fizzyks teacher would put it, all the electrons get stuffed into the plate. then again, something like that.

Of course, soon guilt and conscience would have a discourse within me and evetually reach the conclusion that Nietzsche that bastard was right all along, but then i'd cry myself to sleep and tell myself (maybe lie) that everything is fine, i just have to work hard.

Aiyoh what am I talking about?
Nevermind, everyone has the right to rant.

Maths is so interesting. Really. not because we've had an equivalent of about 3 - 4 lessons in a month, but rather that Mdm with-the-slipper our math teacher is actually nice to chat to.

"Madam, are you Cantonese?"
- quote Me

"Which dialect group has the prettiest women huh?"
- quote the Mdm

" ... Cantonese lah!"
- quote Me

This i concluded after accutely observing that there are more female celebrities coming from Hong Kong rather than the province of 福建 (hokkiens, please step aside).

A poem for your pleasure, based on discussions made about no. 9 on the bus:

The mercy of killing is likely to fail
When scumbags like ******h still prevail

Move over, Frost.

Kutting Korners

2006-02-21T19:54:00.000+08:00

'Tis absolutely amazing! AEM has never seemed more enjoyable than ever!

why?

Because Nai ma and I found a mentor! in our interest range! and a former acsian as well!
Could things get anymore perfect than this?
Anyway, as everyone is duly impressed by the colour test thingy, I decided to take it as well.

Cw took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!

"Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting n..."

Click here to read the rest of the results.

Am I that terrible?

Today was superbly boring as usual, with the exception that my feet were falling off after standing there for like how long, and interestingly enough people were rather encouraging about my bugle debut, with certain individuals going so far as to hum it. Thank you very much!

In the end, i think i'll just chair it. or maybe skip the whole thing altogether. i'm too young to die feetless!

But art was funky, with everyone earnestly working on their sketchbooks without falling asleep.

"No movies for you!"
- quote the art teacher

Okay, well, not really. bluff one hor! don't listen!

Room for improvement? About 2 square metres

Salute!

2006-02-17T19:04:00.000+08:00

To those who were practising for Founder's Day, you would know that i'm bugling. nooo! so i played along, literally, and got pinpointed by *some bigboobed teacher. male teacher*. blah. And sean and arjun got the giggling of their lives. It won't last forever you know!

This terrible bus driver! I was taking 166 to harbourfront and incidentally fell asleep. quickly as possible, i tried to press the button to get down, and just as i proceeded to the stairs, these:
a) superbly
b) bloody
c) damn
d) all of the above
retarded pieces of *middle kingdom* shitz came climbing up and, DESPITE my looking rather desperate to get off, followed up with a rather long conversation as they scaled the steps. bitch sacs.

Then the bloody bus driver came and started scolding me about being blur and not being aware of my stop arriving. Perhaps he had a long day at work or hadn't had real hot sex with a woman in a while, but the look of contempt he gave me... i swear i'm really gonna report this to SBS.

sewage quality service.

Interestingly Enough

2006-02-16T18:34:00.000+08:00

A witty ditty for your pleasure.
"Many things i've done before, many things i've sought
Except for *someone's* underwear, that i have forgot"

So basically, doing crazy things lately has been my rage! yes! and many of these crazy things include food, and lotsa lotsa laughing, which is a superb anaesthetic!

- using packets of ketchup or chilli sauce and writing well wishes to whomsoever, whatsoever and disgruntled stall owners

- applying love bites to all manners of food (see Chinese Steamed Buns) to make lovely heart shaped hole

- discovering new methods of eating onion rings

So there!

That depends...

2006-02-14T21:12:00.000+08:00

"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
- quote Herm Albright, quotationspage.com

Dedicated to our *hiccups* moste venerable CT.
Where have you been all our lives?

My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go 'til we're one

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold you
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

There is some love that will not go away

You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

And so forth, till eternity comes to strain the scattered dregs of existence.

The Singing Telegram

2006-02-14T00:02:00.000+08:00

Sometimes i wonder what you guys really think of me. So far, the most honest opinions have come from Eric, and i value them greatly, even though i may not openly show it. Succinctly, he says i make a good pillow/bolster, i make him laugh and i'm basically crazy. but thanks anyway.

Please don't tell me it's a teenager thing, the inability to express oneself thoroughly and stuff. bull. From what experienced, Nai ma and Daryl are fully capable of expressing themselves. that's a compliment.

It now feels that this blog has started becoming a noticeboard for my grievances. and that's usually when i give up blogging altogether. not this time though.

What i'd really like is for *some people* to give up the impression that i'm lazy, blah blah, blah blah blah and such. some people can be so cruel in the most unexpected ways that really getcha in the back so you can't get up anymore. but i deviate.

Some triviality to relieve you. Interesting enough, really.

annoyed? barely.

Ideally speaking

2006-02-13T17:36:00.000+08:00

Terrible... why do you force this upon me?

An interesting concept nonetheless. Would you like an ice cream cone?

"I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life."
- quote Rita Rudner, quotationspage.com

Reconsidering already?

Blurb!

2006-02-10T21:58:00.000+08:00

I am a man of few words, though many may beg to differ *looks insulted and proceeds to juggle two mandarins*, and prefer instead to pay attention to others' blah-blahs, rants, as well as those morsels of information that I would have been better off not knowing.

"I wonder why Mr So and So isn't VP already."
- quote Daryl

"Because he's a man."
- quote Me

Do take that as a compliment.

Then again, didn't we already know that our *ahem ahem!* was a married man with a wife and children. this is not based on the assumption that he is straight. and any other twisted fantasies you have about him are purely YOUR IMAGINATION. PERVERTS!

Don't you go jumping to conclusions now (yeah i know, more irony coming your way on a silver platter. wait, that's irony as well), I am simply feeling much more perky than this afternoon during Nai ma and Daryl's mahjong session with me at my house. even though I won thrice. and finished all the peanut thingys my grandma made. pong!

Torture methods on unsavoury characters in school are the talk these days, with peeps like Gen Huong suggesting moste gross mutilations and then complaining that he felt supremely irritated at the fact that these were highly uncarryoutable. Oh come on, how difficult is it to find red ants, honey and access to FJH's genitals? oh and not to mention that Daniel was frisking with that treacherous snake and getting all giggly and stuff. must be one of those 'cool' things that they do huh?

"The opposite of talking isn't listening. The opposite of talking is waiting."
- quote Fran Lebowitz, quotationspage.com

So wait on then. Life doesn't last forever.

I Spit on Thee!

2006-02-08T21:34:00.000+08:00

After a period of deliberation, I finally decide to lay arms upon the little piece of turd who insulted us 'GEPers'. Of course you all know who i'm talking about, but then again (other than summoning demons upon him or cursing him to the depths of hell) we must TRY to understand the reasons for this vile creature of the netherworld to comment upon our existence.

An individual (whom i shall henceforth refer to as FJH, which stands for VULGARITY + PERSON'S NAME) happens to be a prefect, which also reflects EXTREMELY badly upon the disciplinary board in this school. With SUCH biased opinions and indifferent attitudes, how will prefects make school life better for us all INCLUSIVE of GEP students?

With a noodle for a brain, moste certainly, FJH has decided to label us 'anti-social', 'after school study freaks' as well as 'uncool'. Then again, since when have mainstreamers made any moves on us huh? *dares Nai ma to say a word*

"YOU WAN FREN FREN, THEN MAKE FREN FREN LAH!"
- quote Me

So anyway, its not our fault at all you see, just the fault of the show that potrayed us as weirdos who enjoy fondling snails.

Reject me baby! i am speechless

What a Rant!

2006-02-06T20:13:00.000+08:00

Today was such a jumbled up, random day that I couldn't help feeling slightly more attached to Nai ma than I should have been!

Firstly, chapel was 'interesting', and I was exposed to the whereabouts of Yunnan province in southern China as well as enlightened on the fact that it isn't just another hair care centre (just kidding, but then again some people would choose not to face this truth). Mr William Lai put up a splendid show of nothing short of American Idol (the out-takes, of course), while Ms Elaine Wan chose to distract an otherwise beautiful piano accompaniment with her voice!

PE was nothing short of the rack, but then again we weren't being roasted like Bak Kwa, so I suppose I should be grateful for that. Ran one round and walked the other around the school, thanks to the merciful Mr Razdeen *glares at the sexually deprived index no. 9 in class*.

IHS beheld interesting lessons about ... lessons. Mr Alvin Tan openly poked at National Education, while delivering a blow to poor, dismembered intepretations by the local television station about the Japanese occupation.

Salutations to Mr Alastair Chew for an insightful view of the ACS lineage and history! His intepretation, though with the semblence of a medieval knight's tale, was inspiring and most interesting!

Other than that, the Band trip to Sydney would likely cost $2400... should I?
Nai ma do not torment people you are unfamiliar with! Do you wish me to hoodoo you?

Bells ring. So do I, but you do not answer.

2006-02-05T22:07:00.000+08:00

Name five of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick five people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not use things that someone else has already used.

1. Eat at Max Brenner's with $10 at hand
2. Watch clouds at Botanic Gardens for half a day
3. Do house keeping and redeco my room
4. Accidentally sketch something fantastic and frame it up
5. Chill with best friends

Of course, it would have to be Ian, Daryl, Eric, Kai Jun and my mom, whom everyone who has met her think is damn funky.

Money's Worth

2006-02-03T21:26:00.000+08:00

We were accosted. Yes. But then this was not a stalking, redeeming the poor soul who chose to suffer our inattentiveness. Still, he could have done with a voucher or two.

Daryl and I had decided to go to Long John Silver's to grab a bite (thank goodness the i-have-a-fetish-for-librarians waitress wasn't there), with Nai ma following rather sullenly because he wasn't feeling hungry, but then proceeded to order a chicken wrap.

Then this one came. With a face that screamed PAI KIA! he approached us, slipping behind me and plonking himself directly between Ian and me. Apparently, this was a salesman. SALESMAN! *looks at Daryl and makes a point about the Universal Brothel Theory* If I could decide, these people should be thrown out into the streets, but then again isn't that what they do?

"You can only cure retail, but you can prevent wholesale"
- quote Brock Chisholm, quotationspage.com

So this terrible person proceeded to introduce us to his ware, some (probably) cheap perfume aptly named "Je t'aime" from some brand called "Woman" (you may swear now). By the way, that french word happens to mean "I Love You", and it occurred to me (after a deceptively long time) that all things French are usually out to pull down your pants and con your bollocks off *looks at Nai ma and sighs*.

So this bottle was ORIGINALLY sold at an exceeding high price, $129 supposingly, and now he was going to sell us 3 bottles for ONLY $29.90! I tell you, when he sprayed the odour on our arms and said "Guy, girl, even ah-gua also can use, unisex wan" I wanted to give him one seriously tight slap (after that Daryl and I deduced that he diluted one bottle of Ambi-Pur toilet freshener to make a few bottles of perfume). Terrible!

We politely thanked him and i followed up by sanitising my arm with ice from my coke.

Furious mahjong sessions followed at my house, but then I only won twice even after turning on my madness.

Yam Seng!

Stalked!

2006-02-02T19:09:00.000+08:00

I have NEVER blogged this often in a day, and yes, this time the title does pertain to events that occurred that really freaked me. So there.

"Jewish proverb: Rejoice not at thine enemy's fall - but don't rush to pick him up either"
- quote quotationspage.com

How interesting.

And here's another from my dear conductor, who wished to challenge our prides by posing the moste difficult question,
"Bands are like students. So, are you an 'A' Band or an 'F' Band?"

To which I reply,
"I think the world is run by 'C' students"
- quote Al McGuire, quotationspage.com

Oh well.

But I digress. I was stalked (YES I WAS) by a most frightful looking being of the male gender and, considering his posture and the presence of an opposable thumb, was probably the same species as well!
Comparatively speaking, if Lee Jun Ren was a lustrous, well-upholstered sofa seat, he would be that annoying piece of gum underneath it. Seriously. And the constant staring didn't serve to improve my opinion of him (not that it was exactly A+ anyway. durf) either.

A brief walkthrough this uncomfortable experience should prove satisfactory.

1) i take 166 outside school, and the stalker gets on around PSA there. AIYEEE!
2) around harbourfront, his eyes are glued on me (thin lipped smile inclusive... i envision myself puking blood)
3) drop off, and he follows. unexpected? i don't think so.
4) managed to detour him at the mama shop by pretending to look at newspapers. he goes in, i sprint. and oh damn he catches up again. goes to the SAME door as me to wait for the train.
5) sits DIRECTLY opposite me. do I actually seem to be reciprocating here?
6) he gets off at outram park. *sigh*

So there. Terrible, isn't it? A few points that, on my part, I hadn't considered though...
- Making eyes at him on the bus: It was an accident! TV mobile was interesting, he was in the way, and the sunlight was making me squint and blink! No, honestly!
- Playing hard to get: I DON'T THINK SO! WHAT ARE YOU, SICK OR SOMETHING?

So I escaped. Maybe I should have gotten an AngPao first.

Alvar's Antics

2006-02-02T14:18:00.000+08:00

What the heck does this title mean? I have no idea. Honestly.

Ok not too honestly.

"That's kind of lame."
- quote Wee Loong

How succinct. So much excitement packed into 7 hours.
So terrible right?

Sitting in the library next to Sean *thinks of Nai ma and laughs*, OH SHIT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY LAH (should I tell, Daryl?). I also happen to be caught in a dilemma between going for Band and going to Eric's house to do (I can only prospect) work.
But then I cannot avoid recalling my efforts in "persuading" Lee Jun Ren to allow us to do the damn project tomorrow and let me go for Band with peace of mind (at which Sloke decided to remark on how crazy I am. a nice big hug dissuaded him from further attempts). So I yelled at a nice volume of roughly 40 decibels at the kid in front of me with his mouth wide open (now now Nai ma) in shock. Very nice.

"So fun."
- quote Sean

"Finding Emo."
- quote Me

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat lunch."
- quote Sean again

I digest.

Get High

2006-02-01T11:04:00.000+08:00

Frequent breakouts of delusion have been my thing recently, and they are PLAINLY the result of lack of sleep, illness and possibly people-inticed trauma. Other than that, I could juggle 6 bowling balls and still keep my toes intact.

Basically, what I experience bears the semblence of elongation (now now Nai ma). All proportions of my sensory world get blown up by roughly 200 - 250 %; this leads to my very own "great depression" when I try to reach my cup of water on the bedside table and find myself facing a 1.5 metre stretch. So terrible right?

After awhile I tend to enter suicidal headbanging mode, which wears off rather quickly because my feet feel like noodles and my head an aspiring depth charge. So I sleep.

Be right Back.

2006-01-31T23:20:00.000+08:00

Top Ten Trivia Tips about Chong wee!

Without Chong wee, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand.
Chong wee has enough fat to produce 32 bars of soap.
Chong wee will always turn right when leaving a cave!
Humans share over 98 percent of their DNA with Chong wee.
Chong wee, from the movie of the same name, had green blood!
The ace of spades in a playing card deck symbolizes Chong wee!
Louisa May Alcott, author of 'Little Chong wee', hated Chong wee and only wrote the book at her publisher's request.
Women shoplift four times more frequently than Chong wee!
While sleeping, fifteen percent of men snore, and ten percent grind their Chong wee.
If you drop Chong wee from more than three metres above ground level, he will always land feet-first!

So terrible right?

Speechlesslessness

2006-01-31T21:53:00.000+08:00

I sneeze. Sneezed. A lot. Today. Really.

Short, exciting, tiring and fun, full of tiny little details I wished I hadn't discovered about *whistle whistle* , *scratches head* and *laughs uncontrollably* I AM RANTING!

Hong Bao Count: 22
So terrible! Yeah, me, I know *looks at Nai ma in disdain*. Oh, but then again, while at Daryl's house, I was ambushed by information *points at Daryl and spouts gibberish* that HE received a lovely, meagre, humble amount of $250 from his parents! That, methinks, is enough money to provide for the dowries of 10 wives in a rural village in Guangzhou! Go Daryl Go!

Ah, but once more I find naughty, incriminating evidence (wohoHO!) on a certain Huo Shan's computer, while flipping nonchalantly through the saved passwords of this certain so and so's internet browser. So terrible! I remember declaring oh so shamelessly that the net browser provides a shortcut key combo to clear out all your saved info SO WHY DON'T YOU USE IT?

"He who does not know how to be silent will not know how to speak."
- quote Ausonius

Sites with quotations can get pretty interesting at times. Also at times, one would feel a sense of irony while quoting, as Daryl would have noticed, no doubt, about the above. And this one came from http://www.quotationspage.com/

I have a theory *points at Nai ma, hushing him* that teabag making companies use their products once first, before packaging and selling. This way, they make tea, which they sell to larger companies like Coca-cola to make into Heaven & Earth tea stuff, and consumers find themselves using more teabags due to the already dilute leaves.

So terrible right? oh the horrors of this capitalist age.

Hong Bao Cash Count: S$176 and 70 rm

hooray, hooray. I bleed.

'Cross the River and Back

2006-01-27T23:09:00.000+08:00

I leave at midnight
leave no trail
Ash and cinder
accompany my tail

Wings on drafts
uphold my flight
Singing songs
by candlelight

Of long held wishes
and forgotten dreams
Of chocolate fondues
and strawberry ice creams

Vodka on floor tiles
simm'ring in grime
Remember my verses
in bottled up time

So Ho! See ya'll on Sunday!

Snoop

2006-01-25T08:51:00.000+08:00

Irresistably,
Irrevocably,
Inevitably,

I have gone snooping around others' blogs, observing mostly discreetly their personalities, shaken in with their language, stirred in with their styles.

A brief overview would do.

Eric: moste angsty as usual, with the atypical style of a roomridden teenager. enjoys the use of copious amounts of rhetorics, contributing to the already mountainous region called sarcasm. liberal scatterings of onomatopoeia (a favourite, 'gah') results in a general response of not treating him seriously though.

((After this account, I don't think I'll bother anymore.
Don't you feel special Eric!))

"Precision and Accuracy are two very different things!"
- quote a certain chemistry teacher

Daryl: speaks moste introspectively. elaborately German. ramble ramble. just like a mirror, he reflects upon the day's worth, which unfortunately in this case refers to school, train.slash.bus rides and church. conservative? don't think so.

Ian: an enigma of sorts, i would refer him to a gynecologist a.s.a.p. generally small text and an irritating amount of words may truly be the cause of the low ratings given by me. or otherwise. non-existent taggability leads to low revisiting rates and therefore no reason to go there at all. but what the heck. give the guy a sausage and watch him make a whole drama series out of it. 'Desperate Houseweiners'. go figure.

Mr Tan: a noticeable change in his style has been noticed. getting tired, aren't we now? well, some have lasted, some haven't *looks around and whistles*. good to look at when all you need is some quiet time. an emerald in the rough.

And what's left? I shall scout out such roses and thorns (more so the latter than the former) and honour them with my opinions.

To hell with columnists! im on a roll...

Ingratiating Expectations

2006-01-24T19:08:00.000+08:00

"No, you only start dying at 42 degrees, not 40."
- quote Older Brother CJ

An interesting enough start, I suppose. Now then, would a person suffering from a 40.2 degree fever actually bother with these specifics?

I didn't think so.

So here I am, with a 3 day MC and a 6 day course of antibiotics to finish. And I still expect a certificate at least for that record-breaking fever!
And I just as well expect all you people to rant at me for being undecidedly bloggadacious! whatever that means.

Expect me to be back by Thursday then.