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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
9:12 PM
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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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
Saturday, December 26, 2009
argh fuck.
I was such a goddamn asshole today.
Whenever you see this, i'm sorry, kay?
I love you.
12:11 AM
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.
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Right, and I cut my hair. It's pretty different, but kinda cool.
Looks abit phallic though. Gives a whole new dimension to "dickhead."
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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.
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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! (:
Will be taking lots of pics, i hope.
11:02 PM
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
PICTURES!
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.
12:57 AM
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
yay!
Did my blogskin!
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
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