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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Monday, August 30, 2010
"You want bubble tea, I want bubble tea, he wants bubble tea. So we get together and sell bubble tea to each other...?"
Jellyfish!
Wood!
"He poor right? He need job right? So he need entreprenuership right?"
"Urm, yeah we FIND her BEST!"
I <3 our PW group soooo much. (:
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Awesome times. It's really disheartening everytime we sit down 8,9 hours mutiple days in a row and only get tiny results, and even THAT gets short down. But having a great group like ours just makes up for it.
Hope no one's too stressed out over this PW madness, becky, kashen, weihao, lakshmi pull through okay!
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Mike is REPRESENTIN' RJ STREET Black Mirrors Crew at SGBBOY CHAMPS!
I'm damn proud of him, and I'm damn proud of the effort he's put in. His hard work is really.. wow.
I guess breaking; and I mean REAL breaking, the style, the groove, the self expression and originality, they don't come easy. Sure anyone could do a Nike or a forearm freeze or any of those cool blowups, but to sit down and train your footwork for hours..
Man, that's dedication right there.
He's a dopeshit bboy and an awesome friend, and I owe him half my life.
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3:00 AM
Saturday, August 21, 2010
OH CHECK THIS OUT.
http://2lols.com/lookalikes/
Hey guys!
Today was awesome dance day. (:
STEP UP + ESPLANADE + SUNTEC COMPETITION!
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Awesome shizzle.
I had a couple of dreams lately. Been harder to remember them though.
Yesterday's one was weird ttm. 4 streeters in a toilet.
Can't really type it here, but it was a Royston Tan-ish dialouge setting that really makes you look at growing up and how children sometimes try too hard to be like adults.
Deep shit, but distrubing shit.
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Wednesday 18th August:
We were on a batch outing of some sort, a mass walk thing at night. It was a cool misty night, and we were walking in single or double files along well-worn pathways through forest and grassland. Seemed like a place more suitable for an army march, but there we were, a large group of RJ kids slowly making our way forward, each whispering quietly to the friends they were walking with.
It was a REALLY cold night, it seemed. you could see your breath, and the ground appeared to be crunchy with frost, making distinctive rustles above the faint murmur of voices in the otherwise silent night. In some places there were large pools of water that had frozen over, and I either sidestepped them or tread gingerly on them, unsure of the strength of the ice, and for that matter, what lay beneath the surface..
I was tired, and falling behind, letting my friends pass me and continue their walk. The road looked so eerily beautiful, but so long, so mysterious. I wanted to go on.
Then my old teacher came along (I'm not sure if he was my teacher, but i knew instinctively in the dream world that he was an old teacher)
"Sir! I'm tired, why is the road so long!"
"Don't worry about being tired or how long the road is. Just skate."
"Skate?" I asked, even though I immediately knew he refered to the pools of ice. I looked at the path again, and sure enough now the entire path was covered by a thin faintly glowing sheet of ice. My friends and batchmates continued trudging along.
"Yes, it's perfectly safe!" He assured.
And I was off. Skating (More like sliding) on the ice, it was great fun and I made my way quickly past all those who overtook me before. The wind whipped my face and it felt great. I saw images of Ngee Ann Poly in my mind as a small abandoned vine-covered school, though I'm not sure if it was my destination or just near the path I was taking, in a small clearning surrounded by trees. I also passed what seemed to be a reservoir of shimmery phospherent water, with a quaint red Chinese boat bobbing off the quay partly visible through the white mist in the dark night. It was really pretty.
Soon the grassy footpath changed to become more forested, and the path while straight started to be framed by thin, garled, tall trees. It got darker than ever, the sort of dark purple we see late at night, but a lot more foggy and with stranger lights glowing around trees.
It was in here that I met David.
I said hi, and immediately my phone rang.
And my right buttcheek hurt like crap.
I fell to the floor while scrambling for my phone. (It REALLY HURT.)
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Dream 2:
It was after dance prac at the Studio, a bunch of us were just sitting around the back of dance studio (The blue mat areas), stretching and talking abit with steffi. The topic switched to some members of street, and strange characters started walking through the DS door every now and then. I remember a fat black African American woman in a white dress, but there was definitely more than one.
I was talking to Yuhan in a small room with random stacks of cardboard boxes. In the dream I thought of it as some part of the Dance Studio. Perhaps it was part of the same dream.
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Dream 3:
I was interogating someone in a house/bar setting, in any case we were seated at a bartop. The person was charged with murder, of this guy called "Helger" and a subsequent person, perhaps the witness to the first murder.
I was tricked quite badly by her. Never got anywhere. Asked her about what happened on the day itself, and she herself didn't mention much that I remember. What I remember though, is trying to get her to talk about her day, every detail, and I had a very vivid image of her in an MRT, buildings whipping past visible through the window, her arms folded across her lap serenely.
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But it was very distracting. A TV show was on, it seemed, and we both paused every now and then to watch the show and only continued the pathetic attempt at integorration during commercial breaks.
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11:38 PM
Friday, August 20, 2010
Pissed.
I'm not sure if the school even notices me.
Or if that's just their way of saying that I don't deserve to be here.
Do I even belong here?
Frankly I think not.
What I said in my interview is 100% true though. I won't mind at all.
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*gets over it*
okay whee! Spa tmr. Rather, today. I have to mug and do my maths tutorial.
AND I HAD A REALLY REALLY COOL DREAM.
Will type it tomorrow.
12:15 AM
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
lala.
Nope tagboard isn't up yet. I'm a lazy dude. (:
Not like anyone tags anyway heh.
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DANCE PRAC TODAY! After AGES I tell you. Been looking forward to do one of the suddenly famous Steffi pracs.
Oh hot damn. She is some closet bodybuilder.
Heh I can see pracs being very fun with her taking charge. She's like this cute ball of dopeshit energy that leaves you surprised every time. Why am I fanboying my instructor. But aiya she's fun and is really willing to be involved with our CCA. Plus she seems like the type that watches taiwan variety shows. So I approve.
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Heh this is a crazy week, 2 spas, 2 econs tests, GP test, and this weird shit called Functions Tutorial. And EOM and WR.
School is really gearing up for promos though. It's right there in the air: study for promos!
Good luck guys. (: I HAVE DECIDED TO STAY BACK EVERY TUES WEDS FRI to study. Will gym on Sat, Mon, Thurs. (:
Can't wait for Saturday. :/
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Oh and a pretty funny joke. IMO. haha.
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up.
She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself.
She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet.
Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10.
I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts.
I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead.
In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work.
He probably hasn’t been sober any time in the last ten years, and he’s only 22.
He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work.
Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke.
Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing.
Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald’s and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
7:55 PM
Sunday, August 15, 2010
So apparently my blog doesn't work on FF. Say sooner lah. ._.
It's been a month since I posted!
Really busy period, sorry to whoever still uses IE and reads my blog.
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Will change skin soon!
And I PROMISE PROMISE to update more. Heh.
For now.. GP Essay!
10:20 PM
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