Thursday, December 31, 2009 EDITED, PLEASE SCROLL DOWN! PICTURES! SO THAT YOU PEEPS ARE AT LEAST INTERESTED IN READING BELOW.
All these pictures are from my phone, so the nice scenery pics aren't here. Cause they're in the DSLR or the compact cameras. Not my phone.
Me checking out if my lips were cracked, and if I was dripping mucus. ._.
In the cold weather, phew. Couldn't really tell if you had mucus or not.
I KNOW IT'S UNGLAM. IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO SEE ME UNGLAM, GO AWAY! SHOO!.
Nice sky huh. It was around maybe 3 degrees here? Doesn't look like it yeah. Behind us was a patch of frozen ground haha.
Random waterwheel.
Well, you gotta admit, the hotel does entertain their customers pretty well. (:
Well, last day of the year, huh.
Good thing i chionged out the present in time. It's by far my largest-effort present, i think. heh.
It's one of the crappiest presents though, i guess cause i made it myself. D;
But well, it's the thought that counts! I hope.
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Spent the day doing 300. Yeowtch, haven't done it for ages. Took quite a long time.
Then went to borrow books. How to: Karate, and some background on dreams and dream intepretation. Kinda different subject matter, i know.
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Urm.
So happy old year, i guess.
Looking back, well...
*looks at watch, sees that i have until 1.30 to type.*
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Kay, semi-long reflective period:
These four years in RI have been interesting, fun, tough, and every bit lifechanging.
I first thought that this was a mugger school, that me who somehow scraped in through a borderline pass in PSLE would be pretty much screwed in this school.
Academically wise, well, in fact i was pretty shitty in maths and Chinese, but overall it wasn't too taxing, and - I hate to say this, but I actually found some kind of perverse, sick pleasure in studying for the EOYs.
I know, it's wrong, it's sick and disturbing, but I may have started to like studying. ._.
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Friends, whew. I made some, lost some, but somehow, i've been coming to a realisation of myself, who I really am, and how i should change myself.
My friends, i noted, have drifted from me, surely as time goes by. Some hang on for longer, some shorter, but ultimately, ultimately, i'm left alone and watching these old cliques and companionships move on.
I don't like that, but it seems to be the truth.
Course, i make friends, i make plenty of friends. But as quickly as these friendships form, they disappear, falling back into the distant net of aquaintances.
I guess I should spend my time in JC searching for my buddies, my friends, my soulmate , ( that one i already found. <3
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WELL. MOST OF MY POST DISAPPEARED. I DON'T LIKE THIS. EDIT NEXT TIME THEN. BYEEE!
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EDIT.
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Kay, I'm lazy to write all the junk i wrote yesterday. I touched on topics like attitude, skills, social improvement, appearances..
Quite a lot. So i'll just sum em all up, in maybe a couple of paragraphs.
This year is special, not just because it is another new year, but because, well, it's a change. A change from single sex schools, a change in lifestyle, even, a new year for us.
I used to look at new years, new schools, new friends, with some sort of apprehension and even fear. Not this time, i guess. Why should I, anyway? Looking back, I'm beginning to find fufilment, to find love; not just love for my girlfriend, but love for learning, love for improvement, love for life.
My life, especially in sec 3 and 4, has seen so much change, thanks to a whole slew of interlinked factors. From MOV to Talentime, my interests in dance and beatbox has blossomed. From friends, and my admiration of them, my interests for singing and guitar, has been piqued. From bee, from newfound friends, my self confidence and consequently social skills has improved. (Along with fashion sense, i hope. )
I'll tackle this new year head on, hoping to continuing finding new interests, new ways of fufiling my life to the max. Resolutions will come later, (about an hour later, actually) and somehow, i have the confidence that I can fufill at least SOME of them.
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I do wonder what would happen, though. Everything will be new, and I'm not sure what would become of my lofty ambitions and optimistic outlook the moment i step into the competitive school life...
Ah well. Whatever it is, let's all wait, with baited breath, and remember, remember these times, as yet another beginning rushes towards us.
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Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors. 12:37 AM
Monday, December 28, 2009
Hey guys, introducing YOONIE!
She's female, by the way.
Thanks, baby. I really love it. (:
I'll be hugging her to sleep every night from now on. <3
Sunday, December 27, 2009
haha okay! a post about my church today, to flood over the few recent posts. heh.
So it was raining today! Quite heavy. Chaos over in church, cause keys couldn't be found and AV equipment was all over the place and there wasn't enough people who knew how to set it right going around.
Played pretty badly, but that's not the point. Hah.
Was raining today, like i said, so Ruth told me to save Joanne (sp?) from the bus stop. Heng ah, cause she was, wearing white, yaknow.
I just wish that the person holding my arm while under the tiny umbrella in the pouring rain was..
Well, you know who.
Yeah.
But it kinda reminded me of us, yaknow? I hope the next time, in such a rain, we would be the ones stuck with a hundred meters and a tiny umbrella, heh.
It'll be nice. (:
(Ohcrap, sounds like i'm stalking joanne or something. *hopes she doesn't read my blog* )
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EDIT
haha i just remembed something else!
So i was at the Children's service right? they were playing the Musical-Chairs-based game, yaknow, passing the ball in a circle, who had the ball when the music stopped would forfeit..?
I had the kids pass the ball to the tune of DJ ACE.
I feel so awesome. -----
And i suddenly realised i may have nigerian long-dist runner genes in me. ._.
IT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING! The curly hair, the inability to get sunburnt, the skinny-no-matter-what frame.
Just doesn't explain why i start panting after running 30seconds.
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A lot of good movies now, but..
Sigh. Not much people to go with. Cause they either watch alr or don't want to watch.
Or maybe i'm just lazy to ask people heh. ----
KAY GUYS, STORY TIME! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO. BUT EH. IT'S JUST THE START OF THE STORY SO WHOEVER LIKES WRITING, HERE'S A CHALLENGE. (:
CONTINUE AND FINISH MY STORY AND POST IT ON YOUR BLOG AND LET ME READ!
--------------- It's the story i lost in China. Here's what was saved on the comp, around half the length of the one that was progressing. Basically, it's about three random characters and a plot, chosen independently of each other, and i tried to fix them together.
Here goes! Whoever's interested in the story can continue writing it, but i've given up on it. heh.
------------------ SHORT DRABBLE! Char 1: greedy, blind middle aged taxi driver (Alvin) Char 2: a refugee who aspires to be an entertainer (siti) Char 3: Rich tycoon wannabe actor. (dad!) Plot: invention and subsequent theft of super super super pro ice cream recipe. (Deborah)
Chua, with a half-scowl, peered into the dim haze of the Hong Kong streets with his left eye. His right eye, made of glass, were bright and unfocused. The disease which had claimed his right eye had begun the unstoppable, excruciating path to the left. It would eventually stop at his brain.
Not like Chua was worried about dying. The disease was painful, incurable, and very very expensive. The ex-combat pilot had stepped down from a comfortable maisonette to an ageing three-room flat beside an industrial park. He had stepped down from fighter jets to a grungy yellow taxi. The boys over at his former base had gave him the half-smile and measured tones usually reserved for reasoning things with old or retarded people. Sorry, but that’s the way it is, huh? You can’t fly with your…condition.
And that was the end of his former life, and a start of a trickling stream of disability checks, never enough to get by on. Trying not to think about that, trying not to think about the fact that his pay supported his wife and two children, trying not to think about anything, Chua horned and swore, like everybody else did on the congested, polluted Hong Kong freeways.
Just across a street, Chua was being watched by a woman in jeans and a slightly unwashed shirt. The woman carrying a large backpack stared at the middle aged man drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of the gaudy yellow taxi, and considered the possibilities of flirting a ride to where she would be safe.
“He looks like a dirty old man, all right...” Siti mumbled to herself.
But of course, it had complications. What if the man demanded money? She didn’t have anything on her except her backpack, which contained nothing but clothes, most dirty, and all soggy with the brackish Repluse Bay water. What happened if he brought her to the authorities? They would quickly find out that she had been dead in Malaysia for the past 18 months. Or rather, the person in her ID card who had bore a striking resemblance to her. Siti had managed to escape Azahadin’s terror camps, and subsequently Malaysia with her old friend’s passport, but the Hong Kong police were much more meticulous.
The small card with the scribbled Chinese address was her key to survival. Her fiancé Noor had mailed it to her from Hong Kong, just days before she was arrested for “political treason”. Hrmph. The letter that came with the card had been burnt, of course. Every letter from the resistance was dutifully read and burnt each time. Only the card remained, the address to the safe house in Hong Kong where money and a new identity had been prepared for her.
It was good thinking to bury that card under a brick around twenty meters from her house. The thugs came a few days later, and her house was a ripped-up mess by the time she returned, months later. Floorboards gone, walls broken, bed slashed, and the like. If the card was in the house, she and the hundred or so resistance fighters abroad would be dead by now.
Fighting these memories off, she gave herself a mental shake and weaved purposefully through the crawling traffic to the yellow vehicle, just another backpacking tourist entering a dingy yellow cab.
She slid in the front seat, something which surprised Chua. Backpacker, or people in general, do not sit at the front seats of a cab. People who did that were policemen or driving instructors. He studied her warily with his good eye, thankful that the right-hand drive of Hong Kong cars still allowed him to scrutinize his passengers with his left eye.
And then the pretty, brown-skinned woman placed a hand on his thigh and smiled. “Take me to this place?” She spoke with hesitant, fumbling Chinese, but made up for it with a coy smile.
Chua glanced at the address, a fifteen-minute drive away. He would take a longer detour then. Forty minutes-or more, in the company of an exotic, beautiful girl, he thought with a smile. The day had already become better.
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A huge screen in an expansive room on the forty-seventh floor of a towering skyscraper was displaying real- time stock prices and property values to an empty sofa. The man who had been in it a minute ago was now in the adjoining room, speaking in rapid, baritone Cantonese on a telephone.
The man with the full-length glass-walled office on the forty-seventh floor of Teck Holdings was the founder and owner of this multibillion real-estate conglomerate. This genial and portly man, once a hawklike predator in the commercial world, was now a booming man with an almost legendary appetite for ice cream and fine wines.
Today, Teck Shing Wang was a mainstay in business gatherings, frequently flitting through crowds with a commanding ease. Despite seeming to spend more time in parties than in his office, he still managed to make enough to finance his steadily growing number of summer homes.
And today, Teck Shing Wang gave a wide smile as he hung up on the phone. He was happy for a variety of reasons, and not all financial. He buzzed the intercom through to his aide.
“Hey, I’m heading out for the rest of the day. Could you get my Volvo downstairs in ten minutes? The black one.”
“Of course, Mr Teck.”
“Oh. And make sure there’s my spoon on board.”
“… Yes, sir.” The aide replied and hung up, slightly puzzled. ‘Ah well, bosses,’ he thought, and got to work.
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Siti, surprisingly, was having a great time. She had tried to engage in conversation with the taxi driver, figuring that he’ll be more inclined to let her get off without paying if she chatted. Her clumsy Chinese was a real pain though, and she let slip an “Aww, fuck!” when the joke she was trying to say fell flat.
To which, ex-combat pilot who had spent his early years in the military monitoring American radio chatter piqued up, surprised, “You speak English?”
And that was a start of a proper conversation, thank God.
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DONE!
Yup guys, continue if you want. it'll be fun! Haha.
And if you read this far, just spend a little more time and tag! Tell me how it is. I personally think the story's too ambitious...
And just to add some colour to the post, here's some waterfall during my holiday! Not grand (not like the others i'll post next time) but a nice color and a lot of steps. (: 5:29 PM
Friday, December 25, 2009
Yaknow how parents are like when they are listening to something important and educational but they only half understand?
So today after dinner my mum told me to pop in some DVD thingum, it was a video of a seminar at some Life Church, american i presume. And it was the segment where a christian author talks about his book (NO, not Narnia damnit.) And basically it's about family bonding.
So there my mum sits, in that half cocked-eyebrow-i'm-concentrating-don't-interrupt-me sideways look at the TV, while the guy speaks fast American english, and she gives assent or encouragement or goodness-knows-what every by nodding and saying "mm" every thirty seconds.
So when the speaker was talking about how he once turned a suicidal goth teen who wanted to kill his parents into a witness and devout follower to God (He did so, somehow, by riding dirt bikes and jetsking with him), my mum turned around to me.
"You know, I think personal tidyness is very important. I look at your room, and it's always so untidy. You know what, we should seriously enforce something about this..."
I wonder exactly how much my mum understood of the talk. ._.
But quite sad lah. That guy right, chases off suitors for his daughters, they watch tv 2 hours a week, his son is 16 and doesn't have a phone... apparently 45min computer time a day as well.
This is someone who's almost celebrity status.. friends with Kathy Perry and family (forgot how to spell her name?) and the like. Quite really quite sad. heh.
8:44 PM
Monday, December 21, 2009 EDITED! It's complete now.
------ Right, and I cut my hair. It's pretty different, but kinda cool.
Looks abit phallic though. Gives a whole new dimension to "dickhead." ---------------- Now on to the story! By and large a true story, so just enjoy.
Semi-errotica!
HAHA.
“I’ll be right back,” She said, closing the door after her. I panicked for a moment… did I scare her off?
Then I remembered a scene in one of the books I read. Of course! I thought. She wanted to give me time to undress. I thanked her mentally for that. I had let slip earlier that well, I had never really done this before.
I undressed, lay back on the bed, and watched some TV. Damn Chinese channels, it seemed preposterous that I should be caring about something some politician said when…well, yeah.
A knock on the door. “Can I come in now?”
I announced yes, and she poked her head through the door, before walking to my bed, now in a simple cream kimono tied at the waist.
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“Relax!” She commanded, the tone firm, but there was a grin in her face. I tried to, but she was straddling me, knees on either side of my thighs, palms placed on my chest, gently pressing down. Her face was already slightly flushed. There was an errant strand of hair that escaped her ponytail hanging down, tantalisingly close, and I had the sudden urge to reach up and tuck that strand behind her ear. However, anticipating that, she let go of my chest and held my hands down instead.
Her fingers trailed to mine, and holding my middle finger, closed her fist around it tightly. And with a jerking motion, pulled up her arm and released my finger with an audible pop. And again. Images swum in my head, and i stifened with anticipation.
“You like that?” She asked, dark eyes looking deep into mine.
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I was facedown now, and I don’t know what she was doing, but it felt gooood. Her legs, as usual, were straddling my thighs, I could feel that. (Damn, could I feel that!) But her hands were roaming everywhere, from my arms, my back, her hands traced the ridges of my backbone, my shoulders, everywhere.
She was rocking, slightly, rubbing herself against my inner thighs, her hands dipping even lower, tracing the tan lines swimming caused, and then even lower, where she palmed my buttocks, slightly more eagerly now. I could hear her panting slightly.
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I turned over, and she shifted her weight, palms now moving to my inner thighs, my groin. From where I was, I admired her position, kneeling with her knees on either side of my calves, palms resting, thumbs just touching. I admired how that errant strand of hair was joined by another, hanging down, glistening slightly with sweat.
She was kneeling, on all fours, her hands unmoving as stone even as my body silently screamed out for a movement. Her head was bent down so that I could see the top of her head, the tip of her nose, and then down, down, to where that maddening kimono came together at the chest in the dark hanging V…
But something was wrong. She was staring, just staring at where her palms came together. I gave her ten seconds before I awkwardly sat up a little.
“Urm, is everything okay?” I asked, propping my body up with my elbows. My lower body was still pinned down by her, and I wasn’t complaining.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Her voice was slightly faint, and then she did a sort of whistle-exhale type of sound, the type men do when they see a new piece of technology at the IT Fair.
“It seems that you’re pretty okay too.” She whispered.
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They say the first time’s the hardest.
She eased down somewhat comfortably, I guess, but the first touch, wow, the first touch, sent fire straight down, and I gave an involuntary buck. So this is what they all talk about, I thought. The heat enveloped my loins, again and again.
She went smoothly at first, and sped up to a sort of jerky motion, up-down-up-down, drawing gasps and short, sharp exhales as I fought for control. Then she went, almost in circles, and I quickly gave way to a series of uncoordinated spasms as her fingernails dragged trails down my body, leaving red angry lines behind…
And then, it was over.
There was a sheen of sweat on me for the first time in my nine-day holiday. I lay back, chest heaving, sheets forgotten on the floor.
My dad, lying on one of the other beds, turned on his side to face me.
“How was it? Enjoyed it?” He asked.
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HAHA! The end had you guys freaking out, i bet. --
KAY what's below is an explanation, skip to the red part if you want to avoid it. (:
A/N
GUYS, IT WAS A MASSAGE.
Sure, some of the stuff was overexaggerated, blah blah blah. The dialouge was obviously mostly faked, (In fact we were talking about the education system, Singapore's policy to Chinese immigrants, and other stuff. ) I obviously did not get horny in any way during the massage (That would have been embarassing) And well, what's true is that she was a young Chinese girl. Around twenty. The kimono was sorta true i guess. except for the color, it was some kind of gaudy orange/gold thing.
Physically, everything's there, everything that happened really happened, except for the back part where i took a few liberties and changed the order of the events that happened.
Kay, maybe i'll do a play by play of what happened.
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First: The undressing part, well i really did undress, but changed to some japanese/themed shirt with short pants and a large shirt that's tied together.
Second: The finger part, well that happened, just not with her whole fist, but with two fingers. There was really the pop sound.
Third: Well, the rocking i admit was faked. But with the strength she was using i guess she would have rocked abit and panted abit. She really DID touch my butt. though. Part of the massage lah.
Fourth: The groin/pause part, true. I still don't know why she did that pause, twice. ._.
Fifth: The whole part about fire in my loins.. Okay there was this massage technique about using heated punice stones wrapped in a bag. That's the heat at my loins, as loins are defined by the area between the bottom of the rib cage and the pelvis. (THANKS WIKIPEDIA.)
The up/down and circular motions were the moving of the bag on my stomach, and my spasming was my laughing, cause it was really bloody ticklish.
Fingernails were part of another weird part of the massage. (Right after the butt thing.) But i decided to put them together cause i thought it was fitting. The fingernails were actually on my back, but in the story i took the liberty of not mentioning.
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DONE.
Tell me how it is?
It's a record of.. well, my first massage, in china. Was very confortable.
10:57 PM
Sunday, December 20, 2009
eh, whoops. I meant 20th.
but not like alot of people read my blog anywaaaay.
So, guys, i'm back!
There was snow! First time seeing it, and well, it wasn't actually expected. Our group was lucky i guess.
More on that later? Yeah.
I'm glad i'm back though.
Eh? And urm.. i lost my thumbdrive along with my pencilcase in China. Ahwell. My story's come to a stop then. Heh. Maybe i'll rewrite it soon.
11:51 AM
Thursday, December 10, 2009
HEY ALL DUDES AND DUDETTES.
(if any girls read my blog at all. *self-pity* )
I'LL BE ON HOLIDAY FROM FRIDAY NIGHT TO SUNDAY NIGHT!
THATTTTS RIGHT! 11 DECEMBER NIGHT TO 29 DECEMBER NIGHT.
PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME, BECAUSE IF I HATE YOU I WILL PICK UP THE PHONE AND CHAT. (:
Yep. so good luck kay, guys. Please watch this space for my story as well! I don't think i can finish by tomorrow, so anyone interested in continuing, just go ahead, post it to your blog, and tag me to tell me if you did! (:
Because it's 1am and I'm lazy to type much. Mebe next time. (:
So I was zilianing on the bus to East Coast for the 1M2M class outing that a few people showed up for.
Don't blame me, I become excited like a little kid when the front seats of the second level of a double-decker bus is empty. I used to pretend i was a pirate scowling down at my deckhands on the road. (:
Not bad time we had there, I got home about 5 hours later than expected, i got an uneven tan, I did a Nike in front of two girls who didn't even want to look at me.
And we kinda-sorta-taught Tey Guan how to ride a bike, so yay.
Mah new hoodie/thingum!
I like it, cause i can change from normal boy by day...
AND EVIL NINJA ASSASSIN BY NIGHT! BADLY EDITED RED TINT BACKGROUND!
Gotta admit, the snoopy at the back kinda takes the menace right out of the awesomeness.
Me posing with Raffles at our breakdance spot, ORA office. You go, cool dude.
Fried rice! nuff said. I like the smoke.
A pic of my torchlight, across the floor of the top of the multi-storey carpark at my house.
Me and my sis were lying there, with cup noodles and Ipods, at 4am in the morning a long time ago. We were watching the meteor shower. It was pretty awesome, first time seeing those.
Despite popular belief and the very telltale signs of *kope-from-internet* ing, I am proud to say that much of the things in the blog i did myself. (: Like the table format, adding the images, the background, that yellow curve that took me many many many hours (stupid pen tool in photoshop is very confusing)...
I am pretty happy about this!
Of course, I know many of you won't like it, as it doesn't really look that nice. So go ahead, flame all you want.
HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT MY TAGBOARD ISN'T UP THOUGH? HEH HEH HEH. FLAME ME, B***CHES!
yeah. When i figure out how to loop the background (and create something suitable for repetition) then tagboard's proabably going to go up.
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Why the weird theme of green? (instead of the always awesome blue on black / red on black/ yellow on black/ pink on black/ coffee on black/ dinosaur on black/ teriyaki chicken on black/... )
I guess cause my old blogskin was pretty greeny.
byebye! I'm off, to chat on the phone or something. (:
12:43 AM
Sunday, November 15, 2009
meh, still lazy to start designing.
So, update on my life!
Nothing much happened really, watched 2012, not that good plotwise, but definitely a keeper in terms of visuals.
I always end up with damn suay Saturdays lah! On sat, after my workout in the morning, decided to go down for a swim. And this time, i actually decided to apply sunblock before leaving the house, as i decided to be in the pool for around 2 to 3 hours this time. Now that i'm not going to Bukit Timah that often, got time lah.
Okay, nevermind! I went up, changed, grabbed a bottle of water, decided to run around my school campus. Yaknow, the whole outside border of RI and RJC.
So, run run run...
Was tired like crap. Probably the 300 killed me more than i thought.
Anyway, around the final stretch, started raining. So i was somewhere between Marymount station and my house, decided to run lor.
At least i had a cool hairstyle when i got back.
Kay kay, I'm really looking forward to wednesday. Come back soon arh my dear!
10:20 PM
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Whoops, guess i've been leeching off my blogskin for ages. Heh.
Now, guess it's time to make myself one?
Will be using the Blogger templates in the meantime, please bear with me.
8:58 PM
Well, hey girl, not sure if you can see this when you're overseas, but anyway, take care of yourself kay! We MUSTMUSTMUST meet up when you're back here. (:
ladela. Now to go out and buy me a birthday present. Thanks dad for the $30 robinsons voucher!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Well, EOYs are over. Grad night is over.
I guess, these 4 years have really gone by much too fast.
Back when I was in Sec 1 or 2, I used to complain crazily about, well, being in a all-boys school for 10 years. Trust me, it isn't a very happy thing to do.
But as time went on, I realised that in fact, the single-sex nature of RI has really provided us with a very unique experience. Over in JC, there will be many changes.
No more playing of the Penis Game, at the very least...
Heh. BUT ANYWAY,
I'll save the emo post for later. After all, today's my birthday! I shall reward myself by going out to look for Genie's Album. (:
Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, over phone, over msn, over tagboard, over facebook. You guys, you gals have been great friends, and I'm really very touched that so many people remember. Even tho it's probably on a FB notification. Heh.
11:00 AM
Monday, November 2, 2009
Quite disappointed about my EOYS.
Especially my humanities. I mean, i'm a writer at heart, so what happened?
Maths is a different story tho, I was born to fail it repeatedly. Luckily i passed both papers by couple marks. It's going to drag my GPA down like crazy with it's double weightage though.
Quite okay for sciences, i guess. Could have been better; I really studied a lot for it.
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I NEED TO FOCUS ON MY CHINESE ALREADY!
Haven't done much work the whole of last week. Then suddenly it's so close.
Doesn't help that I have the habit of logging in to msn now that well, the news came. And Facebook.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I wanted to blog about some musings that's been on my mind for some time, but it sounded cheesy and emo so i decided not to.
And, uh, yeah. okay. Guess it was quite okayyyy..?
For the sciences, nothing that really killed me i guess. Bio was strange in the sense that I think i was one of the fastest to finish the MCQ section (Welll, or maybe i just flip pages louder than people.) But still i couldn't finish the paper. Guess i spent too much time on the graph, and i spent too much time writing for the other previous questions. Not that i didn't know how to answer, mind you. More like, i knew too much and wrote too much. Heh.
Humanities... pheewww. I haven't been practicing humans, so wasn't really surprised that i was stumped at first. But i guess i had enough material to go on? just that, once again not enough time. I'm just hoping that I managed to link everything to the question.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
okay just a short post while waiting for msn replies. dumdedum~
I have bio and maths left!
I don't have history, so tomorrow's free for me.
Will spend morning on maths. Morning being from when i wake up till when i finish all revision worksheets except diff, and int, and their applications.
Then I'll do bio. -----
Papers so far have been decent, nothing that killed me, nothing that made me really optimistic. Except maybe chem..? MR KOH YOU MUST BE SO HAPPY RIGHT!
Geog was meh. Didn't write a lot.
But hey, at least i did a pretty long handstand right after it. A good sign. (:
And a good day too. Studying with don'ttellyou's friends (trying not to have scandalous-looking-pics taken. ._.)
And of course, after that was great too. Didn't realised i missed someone so much. Heh.
Good luck to all taking history! i may go school to break just to suan ya'll. (:
10:07 PM
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Not much mood to make it interesting, but basically, what happened on Sun was..
Me and my sis took the wrong bus on our way back home, realised we were on the wrong bus, then decided to just wait till there was somewhere we could recognise, and get off for lunch.
Then we realised we had 18 dollars, $10 mine because i wanted to top up my card at Toa Payoh MRT (our destination had the bus been right), and $8 cause my sis asked my dad.
So, looking at the $18..
We got off at bukit timah and went to eat at CurryWok.
We ordered set meals, drinks, and "orhnee?" yaknow, that yam thingy at wedding dinners and desserts.
Quite cool, like we were on a total random spending spree, determined to spend the rest of the money. Quite high.
With the 1.50 left from the meal, we went over to NTUC and got $1.40 of drinks.
Then we were super worried that my ezlink won't have enough money to get us back. Thankfully that didn't happen. phew.
Ended up with 10 cents and a super high mood.
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Whoa, seems so fast, EOYs are here.
Frankly, i rather have another two weeks to study. But meh, best that it gets over and done with soon.
Here is my schedule:
Thurs: Eng and SS. Will study Chem somewhere till 5. Probably alone, hopefully with bee.. Go home, prac piano, meet Joe and DTY at 8.
Fri: Chem. Will go home and prac piano, take a nap, hopefully wake up and meet Joe and DTY at 8 for Physics..
Sat: Will 300 from 10-11, Swim from 1130-1pm, prac piano, then play at Sharon's wedding.
Sun: Will freak out over physics.
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Following week's timetable undecided as of yet.
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Whatever it is, i won't be blogging till eoys over, i think, so peace out, ya'll.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Ahwell, blogger and it's infernal photo uploading system means that my pictures are now not in cronological order.
It's okay, i'll tsuj klat ni esrever!
(I'll just talk in reverse.)
Lol, forget it. Yeah, so heres some random pics.
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I <3 paint. Look at the US news!
Boomz!
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FML DAY.
So, was gonna leave this for last (Best for last, yeah?) but since blogger posted this pic in the front, i'll have to go with it.
FML day. For the uninitated, this means F my life. How did i do that today?
It was a great saturday morning and i was ready for a refreshing dip in the pool. My whole family was out at a wedding and would be back only at night, and since I didn't want to study at home, I thought that, hey! Why not go down for a swim? I'll get a nice tan, a hot bod, and all the girls will swoon over me!
So i got ready my things, the rain had stopped, and at around 12.30, with a towel and a pair of goggles in hand i exited my home. Once outside my door, i locked it, threw the key back indoors, and with a cheery smile, shouted that i was leaving and would be back later so could mum please unlock the door later?
Oh, silly me. No one was at home!
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Just then my handphone began to ring. From the living room 10 meters away.
So here i was stuck outside my door wearing slippers, trunks, pe shorts, and a baggy shirt, and all i had on me was a towel, 读者，and goggles.
FML #1.
Nevermind! I thought. Maybe my aunt (who lives in the same estate and has a key) would be home.
She wasn't.
FML #2.
It's okay, i thought. Maybe i'll go for a swim, my aunt should be back later.
Got in to the water, and 10min later it rained.
FML #3.
Going out of the water, i saw that a burn on my hand had swollen to kinda disturbing porportions.
It was caused by me cooking porridge in the morning. The chlorinated water probably aggravated it.
FML #4.
Sitting by the poolside under a shelter in the rain, I noticed a cute crow land on my slippers a meter away. It stared at me unblinking as it crapped all over it.
FML #5.
Oh, but it didn't reach FML 6, as my aunt eventually got home at 2plus, and i managed to get back to my house. I saved FMLing again because I decided to check my email before going to bukit timah to surprise my friend after her tuition ended at 3plus.
Turns out she was online and didn't go tuition after all.
I saved myself there, heh.
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PINK DAY. <333.
Lols. It makes me look fat, but the hoodie is veryveryveryveryyyy nice to hug! Haha. Ruimin can testify to that. (:
And yeah, happy birthday ruimin. (:
My trophy broke. ==
Was admiring Nigel and Co. beatboxing during RE congress, put my trophy on some sec 3 booth.
That guy, decides to see how fast he can pull the tablecloth out.
FML.
Ahwell, at least i managed to go up there and share some limelight with the imba beatboxers heh. (: ----------
12am on my way back from Braddell. (: Cool reflection off the pool of water.
Yes, that is me, and yes, i am acting poser, and yes my fingers are short.
But it's for CLE poster, so it's all good.
3:47 PM
Friday, October 2, 2009
waiting for my turn for a bath, so here i am!
Great time today. (: Kinda awkward moment where i saw Nick though. ._.
reached home at around 820, blah blah blah.
Dance was good today! Around 40min only, but managed to realise how much more work i have to do. I'm starting to be more conscious of myself around the Raja Void Deck though, should i continue there? Maybe i'll move to 2nd floor, but more JC people and teachers are there, so...
Didn't go for RS auditions today, wonder if i should have. Probably not, i sing AND dance pretty.. averagely.
I feel a lot like a not pro version of Charles Wong. Did you know he sings, beatboxes, breaks? Totally like a cooler and shuaier version of me. I really like his style, even though judges don't. In fact i can see myself audtioning for some talent comp in the near future doing what he does. Maybe 校园 or even SG Idol.
Vote for him, yeah? After all, he taught the legendary sup. (:
9:14 PM
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Well, went library again to study today. I'm glad that Pat and Dex were with me, at least at the start. It's getting unbearbly lonely to be studying myself. First week or so was fine, then after i swtiched to maths..
Totally unproductive today though. Bad mood, plus that I'm attempting maths questions with no idea how to do them. Phew, spent up to 20minutes at a time staring at a question, hoping for someone to discuss with, or just talk to, when you feel totally irritated that you can differentiate and nothing else. I struggled with the rest of the papers, couldn't do more than two questions from the first pages of all of them.
Need a teacher, man. Anyone wants to be mah teacher? Can treat him/her dinner. (:
Anyway, next week's gonna continue the studying in library thing, tuesday to friday (monday i have piano)
So anyway, anyone who wants to come along, by all means! I'll stay till 6 earliest, just look out for the guy in the orange hoodie, or the bunny pink hoodie, probably studying by himself.
Helps if you're good in maths. (:
Kay then, gonna go off i guess. Just gonna finish up Weitian's dream and then i'll stare at my papers for a couple more hours.
It's funny how you can anticipate something so much
Met Ruimin today at library, Jeanie some time ago. Was it yesterday? Meh, time kinda slows to a crawl when you mug.
AIYOH YOU PEOPLE AH WHY NEVER COME EARLIER PEI ME!
Hmm, suddenly after like 2 or 3 weeks i get people i know bumping into me.
Oh and great news, i finally managed to have one method of footwork to Nike. Not very smooth tho, and not impactful (compared to like backflip to nike) but hey, it IS one way, and it trains triceps, and as we all know, is very important.
DMP is ending soon. Will miss the times with our hilarious teachers. Mr Ho, Louis Tan, you guys are awesome. (:
And I cut my hair!
Okay, i'm offically rambling.
Intepreting teacher's Dreams tomorrow, I hope our group gets an interesting teacher.
Will start on maths revision tomorrow, sighz. Geog down, Chem down, now maths, physics, bio, ss left.
Not much time, man.
But anyway,
Past couple days i've bumped into some friends while mugging, a refreshing change from mugging alone, though it's much more effective by myself.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
WHEE, using draft.blogger now!
The pictures are definitely less of a bit*h to post up.
So enjoy!
InterUG Half Marathon.
Kinda sprinted 2km? Whoa. I probably did it under 7min. Super super shagged after that.
I loved the run though. Havn't had a good run lately, just too damn lazy. Heh.
So anyway, guess you guys know about the freak weather that happened couple days back, in the morning. Awesome orange tint to the morning sky, leaves flying everywhere like some crazy Bulbasaur with a MMG.
Picked 5 leaves and a seed out of my hair duing the course of the day. Including one which i didn't find till 15 hours later when i bathed.
Oh. And the wind.
The RJ girls were screaming quite a bit. (:
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NEWSPAPER collection!
We did quite well, spent a couple hours collecting newspapers to sell, then donating proceeds to PocketMoney Fund. Seems cool, seeing that it's a Straits Times charity, what would they think if we told them we had to mash into pulp (recycle) a couple tonnes of their papers for money. (:
And it rained. Strongly.
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Refurb!
Sadly, i don't have the pics of the hope we refurbed ourselves.
Nevermind, hope they are enjoying their "new" home now! I cleared enough lizard shit to create a viable source of biofuel, so i hope they enjoy the nice new clean walls as well as the fan. (:
Great work guys, those who came on time anyway. HAVE A FABULOUS 14TH. (:
Had to rush off to Bukit timah after that though. First cab ride i took alone that cost more than $10. TT
Ahwell, was worth it lah.
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Oh, and we attempted to highlight each other's hair.
Eddy's.
Mine. Too overkill already. Drew a lot a lot of stares, especially when sitting on the mrt from CCK to Bishan, in RI pe shirt. Glad i could wash it off, heh, spent super long time while bathing on my hair today.
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OH, and, heres a cool pic.
My Ipod forms a rainbow of colours against a glass screen.
Next, urm, will be the walkaround RI for Freud. Quite.. eye opening. Seeing phallic structures and patricahal (sp?) symbols everywhere.
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Then, went off to pass my friend the hard drive heh. Try not to... browse the Movies section okay!
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Then, mug at library!
Quite glad that Jordan and Chen Wei could come at their various times to visit. (:
Studied from 4 to 820? But in reality only about 3 hours, so bleahh. Can't really study with other people, especially people that I share immense amounts of inside jokes with.
Me and Chen Wei made a few more today, adding on to the already full list of "I think so.", "Sialah lah brudder!", "I got problems", "Ask yourselves", "Oedipus complex", *random goldfish face*, "Hello.",
Wednesday, September 23, 2009 seriously damn pissed now.
Told my mum my chinese EOY marks today, (101/200).. C6.
As if i wasn't upset enough, she immediately pounces on the chance to launch another scolding on how i don't study enough, how i spend all my time playing, how i won't give her the chance to "help me", how i don't want to go for tuition.
Hello! I studied like a week at most for my midyear exams, and I got A2. For this i started at least a month in advance, carrying my duzhe everywhere (like even when i went to tan at the pool. .___. ), looking at my chengyu lists between lessons, mentally baozhangbaodao-ing everything i saw, eng or chinese.
Okay, so i spend all my time playing. Sure, for the past two weeks i spent an average of 3 hours a week playing Medal of Honour. It wasn't even installed in my computer till long after the exam was over. I don't recall any games before that, other than the occasional 20min CS game every couple weeks.
I dont' want her to help me? Helping me involves sitting me down and asking me to read chengyu aloud. Not as if i don't study chengyu by myself. And it just feels plain weird to be chanting chengyu while your brother's girlfriend walks past you.
I don't want to go tuition? I'm the only kid in the family who has tuition already. I'm the only kid with specs, i just don't want to be different anymore, okay? I just dont' want to impose on my parents any more than I have to. This mark should be from my own effort. AND anyway her tuition is from China kids from the school she works in, i don't really fancy learning from them.
You make youself sound like the victim here, while you sit there and blame me for dropping A2 to C6 even though i put in more effort.
Grah. As though that isn't upsetting enough already. Freaking C6 leh. My EOY leh. You think i happy ah?
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But anyway, there's still the proper 0s, so jiayou to me! I'm gonna take up tuition from my mum's students, see if they can teach me anything i may be able to use. Less than 2 months, gogogo!
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In other seperate matters,
I am picking up dream intepretation!
So, anyone interested in intepreting their dreams, tell me! (:
I can promise it'll have something to do with sex and your childhood though, so don't be offended.
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And, Monday was fun. Played table tennis, mugged abit, got a couple close shaves, heh. (:
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Hmm anything else?
Meh, nopes. I shall go off and MUG. MUGMAGMUGAMGAMGMUUUUU.
9:03 PM
Friday, September 18, 2009
hmm, dmp's pretty fun now.
Especially the psychology teachers.
They rock.
And freud's obscene dream readings are the love. ---------
on the other hand, pheew, is it tiring!
Fun, but tiring. Like a day at a beach, like dancing, like anticipating each day that i can see a very special someone. (:
My plan to stay in library till 8 thing, pretty much gone down the drain. did it around, thrice this week, but phew it took a lot out of me. At least DMP has less homework.
So I now make a resolution to start my exercise routine by 10 and sleep by 11. Or else i seriously won't be able to have the energy to stay awake while mugging.
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Yeah, right, my ass says i'm gonna follow this resolution.
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And I realise, I just can't get mad at you no matter how much i want to.
Some pics, since my phone's connected to the comp.
Also, CHECK FACEBOOK FOR AWESOME BREAKING PICXZXZ.
Thyagesh! The freako with mad yoga skillz. Lol. I kinda wanna learn that, my threading will be IMBA.
Yesterday, I finally got around to arranging my table. It was quite a difficult task, as all the stuff in the pic below was just randomly scattered on my table as well.
Thanks jiaying for smsing! (:
All these, unarranged, were dumped on my table earlier on. Not a pretty sight. Now, you can see that hey they are getting arranged somewhat!
My bed. Lol. Cuteee!
After arranging! keke. All files sorted neatly by subject. Pooh is Maths, Kneeling Bear is Humans and Philo and English, Specs bear is Sciences, and Pig is misc stuff!
Sweaty palms plus handstand practice.
Dead bird. Aww.
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OKAY NOW OPEN HOUSE PICS. ORDER IS NON-CRONOLOGICAL BECAUSE BLOGGER IS SUCKY.
Taser! Quite cool. Shoots, like, electric probes. And looks like a toy! Funfun. :D
Me and Kwek went to browse the exhibits, really quite fun! And very interesting, hearing others talk about their army lives.
AHHH CUTE RIGHTTTT! Hard to imagine he swings that around and can take your face off.
The Live Shooting range. Real bullets, real gun!
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Following pics may be kinda disturbing.
Somehow, this reminds me of the Red Riding Hood and her grandma. o0
