If you close the door, the night will last forever

Ask And You Will Receive

2008-08-11T22:23:00.001+08:00

Ask and I will give it to you.

For a limited time only.

Je Suis Pas Bovvered

2008-03-17T21:01:00.002+08:00

I some times wish everything was as it was in the beginning.

And, only because I didn't make it clear enough.

"This ending is perhaps the most befitting one I have ever wrote on this blog."

The End.

The end is only the beginning.

If you're smart enough that is.

backmasking-[me]

2008-02-28T01:46:00.003+08:00

First off, I PASSED MY JLPT4!

I've been going on about how I'd fail and whatnot only because I truly believed it. In all honesty I thought I'd fail. The 2007 paper was so tough it made the 2006 one seem like nothing. I had completely no idea what I was reading and what were the answers I was giving. But anyhow, as it turns out, I got lucky.

It's been so long since I've felt so happy. It's the kind of happiness that possesses you and makes you want to smile and then break out laughing yo yourself in the middle of the night. Strangely enough, the description fits madness as well. But as it is, I might as well be. HOHO.

My mum makes me happy. I love my mother so. Being with people I like makes me happy. That's quite a no-brainer but sometimes, just sometimes, it's good for all of us to say silly things like these; because it makes us happy. Being in a drunken stupor also temporarily elevates me into such a state. Though it is in retrospect that everything said and done are things that should have stayed unsaid and undone. Buying things make me happy. Reading blogs that update regularly makes me happy. Sleeping late into the afternoon makes me happy, though only when I'm still asleep. Having little homework makes me happy. Knowing that people watches this space makes me happy.

In contrast, change: it makes me sad. Well, not let's-weep sad but just a there's-a-dull-ache-in-my-heart sad. It is also a I-can't-do-anything-about-it-sad and also a I-wish-it-weren't-so sad.

Yet resist as I may, the winds of change comes as it pleases and similarly, goes. Things, situations, people, well, they change. Sometimes for the better, yet mostly for the worse. In my case anyway. It might not be the most obvious but I tend to notice things like these, and despite promises, things never stay the same. I try to make the best of it. I fear I may not be trying hard enough.

Change also invokes a certain fear in me. Not the kind that makes knees shake but the kind enough to make me resist. And depending on the situation, different degrees of resistance. I'm thinking of a change of hairstyle. But it makes me scared. The future scares me as much for it will certainly bring about change. All these apart, I look forward to what the future has to bring and to all possible changes because of the masochistic streak in me.

On a similar but different note, here's a quote that I particularly like because it kinda serves as a reminder for me, and possibly everyone else, for times when we become particularly self-centered and for other times for which I can't seem to put into words.

"You expect everyone to kiss your ass because you've changed so much, because you're such a different person than the asshole you've always been. You haven't changed, Ray, you've only changed your hobbies. You're still the narrow-minded, immature, schizophrenic little boy you always were."

Sadness at is zenith is when you realise that after so long, no one actually really cares.

This is the 200th post.

In more ways than one, all pointing to the same conclusion, it appears nothing much is going to be changing around here anymore.

This ending is perhaps the most befitting one I have ever wrote on this blog.

On a random note, Dot, you're much missed.

199th

2008-02-21T22:56:00.002+08:00

On hindsight, I think this block has been relatively easy on us. Photo wasn't much and neither was marketing. It was just a lot of shooting and writing, shooting and writing. And it helps to have good groupmates who get things done on time and well, and are quick to finish their work. I think I can say that about myself; for this block anyway.

Have been quite high today, prolly due to the fact that Photo is OVER. Managed to submit on time without much rushing which is, in my case, relatively rare. Though it was done in a I'm-just-glad-it's-over attitude. My photos weren't really fantastic; the main reason being how my entire class is sooooooo good. I'll probably get a C or something.

HEH.

Yet again, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's Marketing presentation for the very sole reason that once it's done, it's done.

I need a block to sit around and do absolutely nothing and I hope that block comes soon.

On a completely different note, this is the 199th post if anyone cared to notice and I've kinda mentioned in passing, okay, not really, that something will happened once I hit the 200th. BUT, I also mentioned, in un-passing, that it might not happen to one of many possible reasons, all of which revolving around me being lazy which actually isn't the case.

Okay. I lie.

There's still a chance that it might happen though. Albeit a small small small small small chance.

I think 'small' is a strange word. It's like s-mall. Like, sm-all. It looks strange. Whatever. It's just jamai vu messing with me.

Moving on, I shall continue keeping it a hush-hush thing though by the looks of things it's not anymore. Like I said before, if it happens, it does. If not, then...no.

Yet again, on a completely different note, I'm considering moving to LJ.

Also, I'm quite tired of me. I like being me, but I just wish that I can REALLY be me. There are so many things I want to do but can't and I can't blame anyone else but me. I can't really say much with running the risk of me being stoned. I think it's just the way society works that makes me feel like this. Sigh.

Self-Control

2008-02-18T21:42:00.004+08:00

Self-control is something I lack COMPLETELY.

Evident from the fact that I just busted 170bucks on clothes. I conclude that there can only be one and only ONE reason why getting a iBanking device is so hard and that is because iBanking is EVIL. It makes you spend and spend and spend like you have all the money in the world which is something I clearly do not have. I tell you, this is nihilism and consumerism at its best. Or worst rather.

I also happen to have a problem with shooting my mouth off at people when I'm pissed though it is clearly not their fault. Like how I argued with my mum about my dad being unhappy with my untidy, long, unkempt hair and how he wants me to cut it but doesn't want to say anything so he nags my mum into a corner and my poor mum has no choice but to try and subtly, notice how I said "try", give it to me, which promptly resulted in me arguing with her. My wasn't that a mouthful.

But really. I like my hair the way it is, though I'm considering going for a haircut soon, and I think that my hair is straight and un-untidy and un-unkempt, thank you very much. I mean how in the word is it untidy when I can run my hand through and everything will fall into place?

Anyhow, moving on, we, or rather I then started a monologue about how my father is being utterly ridiculous for asking me to turn off the powerpoints (refer to previous post) and of how the damned TV can generate heat to make the room stuffy.

In conclusion, I served my mum, a-la Sherwin style, a mix of my father being ridiculous in general and I really wish to continue but see no point because he is my father and I am his son, one with untidy, long, unkempt hair and no cow sense to turn off televisions and powerpoints, and whatever I say will not float. After which I promptly left the damned table with the damned bee-hoon my gramps has been cooking so many times over the past month.

Okay, point about me shooting my mouth off at innocent people when agitated, proven.

Continuing, I really should be working on the Marketing assignment, but the complete lack of self-control is just all over the place now.

Also, I'm coming down with a sore-throat, or I think rather, but I'm still eating combos, which if you don't already know, is nothing short of ambrosia and is a snack of pretzel and cheese filling. AND, not helping at all.

I lament my pathetic state.

But shall not do anything about it.

Heh.

P.S. I wish to make it known that despite all the nonsense, I still love my parents greatly, though I'm inclined to loving my mum more. Oh well.

And So The Saga Continues...

2008-02-17T23:34:00.004+08:00

BLAHHH.

The fucking air-con seems to be affecting everyone and I'm feeling fucking pissed cause my dad is being fucking ridiculous.

Apparently, charging your laptop and handphone and DS together at the same time would generate enough fucking heat to make the room stuffy.

If that notion alone isn't fucking ridiculous enough, I don't know what is.

And now the lights are switched off.

Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful.

In other news, I've been really lazy and haven't been doing much for photography though I should REALLY be. And also, the group hasn't heard from Converse. Looks like we just might have to write another report. Bloody hell.

Blah.

Suckfest.

P.S. Not sure if anyone has noticed but I've been counting down to something that MIGHT happen and it is precisely because of the uncertainty of the event occurring that I've decided to keep it to myself. If it happens it happens I suppose. If it doesn't I only have myself to blame and I won't actually be surprised.

P.P.S. And no, I'm not talking about a possible relationship. Though I wish it were the case.

- 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 6, 9, a 10
Money can't buy you,
Back the love that you had then.

TSK.

2008-02-16T23:50:00.004+08:00

You know it's really strange when adults don't act like adults and you have people like me thinking that they're childish?

And it's bloody irritating.

So the damned air-con is busted again. The last time that happened, which isn't exactly a long time ago, 6 days to be exact, the father asked both me and my bro to bunk in my their room. But the obvious answer we gave was "NO."

Apparently that wasn't enough because the father had to keep bugging us. And if you have been reading the previous posts, it was precisely for the same reasons that he came into my room at 4am in the morning.

And I thought that was over.

This time, the same thing was repeated and yet again, the answer was "NO." That's the gist of it but what really happened would be more of like "I SAID NO. MOFO."

So the father got pissed and is now ignoring me. Not so sure if he's as pissed with my bro cause he's already asleep in our room so that'll have to wait till morn. But in any case, he's just being really petty and childish lah.

My initial thought was,"What the hell. So old already and still acting like this. To think he has 50 years of growing up under his belt. DAMNED, shall ignore him."

And so I'm happily munching Combos in the un-comfort of my own room.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

My mum just came in and passed me a post-it note. Cute, I know. But it's the only way we can communicate without waking the abomination of a brother. He is THAT sensitive to sound. Asshole. Apparently the father is sleeping on the couch and my mum wants me to go over. And because it's my mum, and I love her so, I shall go over. Though with much exasperation. But that's going to be much later cause I like loafing around the net doing nothing and sleeping late at night. And basking in

Carpe noctem people. Carpe noctem.

And to being irritated.

TSK.

5 more. 5 more. 5 more. 5 more. 5 more.

V.Day

2008-02-14T23:20:00.002+08:00

Happy Valentine's Day people.

The highlight of my day:

Laksa.

Pretty much says it all.

Sucks.

Things To ---- About

2008-02-12T17:12:00.000+08:00

When Illustrator crashes on you when you finally finish your work at 3am in the morning and am about to save it.

When it's 4am in the morning and your father comes into your room and asks why you're still not asleep though you wish you really were but am still doing work because Illustrator crashed on you when you have finally finished your work at 3am in the morning and was about to save it.

When the air-con breaks down completely at 4am in the morning and your father comes into your room and asks why you're still not asleep though you wish you really were but am still doing work because Illustrator crashed on you when you have finally finished your work at 3am in the morning and was about to save it.

WHAT THE FUCK?

In Other News

2008-02-08T21:13:00.000+08:00

It is a sad sad day. A tragic day in fact. Something of grave importance has passed on and I think the government should declare it a national holiday so that we can mourn.

AhMeng was the best OrangUtan a person could ever know. I remember the day when I first laid eyes on such beauty. It was a long long long long long long long long time ago. And I think it pretty much explains why it's dead but that's not important.

What is important is the fact that a national treasure has passed away. We should all be sad because there is one less OrangUtan in the world and now the zoo has to fork out a bomb and burial and what not and also to get a replacement AhMeng. And also the fact that it's on the news but that doesn't really count because EVERYTHING and ANYTHING is on MediaCorp News. Including Britney. And it's not like it's tabloid news or something. It's national news that isn't really national at all, but like I said, it's not important.

Let's bow our heads in silence for a minute in remembrance of AhMeng.

And presenting to you AhMeng

Damned it brings back sweet sweet memories.

*Sobs*

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT.

And to set the record straight, I've never actually seen the damned thing or even if I have, I've forgotten it, cause it's just a monkey. Okay, an extremely rare and endangered monkey but still a monkey no less.

So what REALLY is important is the fact the MediaCorp News has a habit of reporting rubbish when there are other more pressing issues to be reporting about, like the reason for the lack of PROPER news to be reporting is due to gahmen's unfailing efforts to cover up accidents and whatnot. Opps. I shouldn't have said that.

Oh well.

Blah Blah Blah

2008-02-07T11:46:00.000+08:00

I hide in my room like a hermit from the world.

I find it extremely difficult to face my relatives because firstly, my waning memory means that I have COMPLETELY no idea who in the seven seas I'm wishing a prosperous new year. Secondly, there's this awkwardness due to the lack of conversation topics and I'm not one who likes engaging in petty talk. And thirdly, well, there's no thirdly but I just like the idea of having more excuses to justify why I'm hiding in my room.

I have this urge to change into something black but I think my gramps would flip.

And there are so many kids running around in the house. Every year they come to my house and they seem to be growing up well but the thing is, I have completely no idea who these kids are, who they belong to and what their names are, and we're supposed to be relatives. I might as well declare my place a kindergarten and let unknown kids run around because that wouldn't be much of difference anyway.

It's a good thing my mum's a kindergarten teacher.

Can't complain much though. At least I don't have to even step out of my house for visitation because everyone visits me.

Okay, maybe not me but whatever.

Happy CNY

2008-02-07T01:01:00.000+08:00

Happy CNY.

Though I don't particularly like it.

And the air-con is threatening to explode.

Have been hearing funny crackling sounds coming from it and I think something fell out onto the stack of books below it but I just can't seem to find it.

Oh well.

Pain

2008-02-05T18:04:00.000+08:00

There this sharp sharp pain in my left shoulder that just started right after I stepped home.

Must be the whole day's worth of photo-taking that's taking its toll.

Though I must say, I kinda enjoy that pain.

Hooray for morbidity.

There's a dull ache that's been bothering me as well. One that won't be going away any time soon and one that I don't like at all.

In other news, LittleIndia is not half as bad as I thought it would be and for the very first time in my life, I went into Mustafa. I must say, they have EVERYTHING there. And when I say EVERYTHING, I mean EVERYTHING.

12th men down.

Ghastly Sheets And Charging Batteries

2008-02-05T02:44:00.000+08:00

I think I'm going blind. Everything seems so blurry, or maybe it's just me being tired and all.

And what further prove of having a poor memory just a little short of Alzheimer's does a person need when you were just taught something in class 18 hours ago and have clean forgotten it. I can't seem to work the DSLR for nuts. It's going ot be a long day tomorrow.

Maybe I'm just tired.

And I clean forgot to mention that my mum changed my bedsheets and it is now maroon or so she claims when it is obviously a ghastly shade of vermilion.

I asked why my bedsheet was red and she kept insisting it's maroon and for the fear of breakin' me mother's heart I just quietly accepted it.

I'm sure THAT isn't me being tired.

Somehow or rather, recent posts seem to be lacking of substance and I wonder why I even bother any more. In any case, it's just 14 posts away.

What is? You ask?

Well, in all manner of cliches, that's for me to know and for you to find out.

It will be soon enough anyway.

It's Hard To Be

2008-02-04T23:20:00.000+08:00

I realize it is hard to be, okay not say angry, but more of displeased with someone who has the personality of Charlene.

But then again it's not really her fault that she has to compromise her responsibility because of a constrictive bureaucracy that sometimes just simply needs to learn the very "new" concept of flexibility.

In any case, I suppose the previous post an be disregarded.

Heh. Oh well.

Responsibility

2008-02-03T23:56:00.000+08:00

Responsibility.

It is just a word, yet means so much more.

And it is in my current disposition to believe that most lecturers are IRRESPONSIBLE.

IRRESPONSIBLE.

IRRESPONSIBLE I TELL YOU.

IRRESPONSIBLE.

However attractive they may be.

Only goes to show that being attractive, looks, attitude or other wise, doesn't exempt you from vilification.

It's times like this that brings a certain female dog related word to mind.

No points for guessing what that is.

And in true MadTV Oprah style,

"Let me give you a hint,

It's BITCH!"

This Little Piggy Went To The Market

2008-01-28T21:30:00.000+08:00

School has started and it's already evident that it's going to be quite some ride.

The Marketing teacher is so feisty, I feel old when I'm in class. And the speed. Class just zooms pass and I'm like, WHA?

Oh well.

Of Scabs And Blood

2008-01-27T01:28:00.000+08:00

Because of the hives, I kinda scratch my legs a lot. Sounds weird but that's besides the point. In any case, I get lots of like, abrasion wounds. Those you get when you scratch a mosquito bite too much. Then after a while, it develops into a scab thingy. I like peeling them, then wait for the blood to form and droplet, then wait for it to dry and harden, then peel it off again.

Think I'm sick. Not sick-sick but sick-sick. I get what I mean.

I'm mighty tired right now. But I can't sleep yet cause the blood is almost dry. Heh.

The End

2008-01-25T12:04:00.000+08:00

It's finally the end of the bane that is known as AppliedIllustration. The lecturer has been an ass and I have very mixed feelings about him. Sometimes he's okay, but most of the time he's not. He's so vague and well, I don't know. Vague.

It's really ironic cause right from the start he tells us that he wants us to develop our own style and yet throughout the entire module, he keeps imposing his ideals about what makes good design on us. By doing that isn't he greatly restricting our development?

It's not just him actually, practically all of the lecturers do that. You come up with work, they comment, most of the time they call it constructive criticism, and then they say, "I don't know larh hor. You are the designer, you decide."

But really, let's face up to the truth. If a lecturer says that something should be changed, even though it comes in the form of what is known as a suggestion, who would actually have the tenacity to actually stand by their design when it's a amateur's opinion against a, more oft than not, professional's.

That's courting a certain fate called Doom.

But of course there are exceptions. Like...Wait, I don't know anyone like that. Even the best conforms to what the lecturer thinks is best.

Oh well.

Think AppIllus will kill my GPA. Though I really hope that I get a B and above for Typo.

Oh well.

My Name Is Power

2008-01-23T15:03:00.000+08:00

I reserve the right to leave you alone. I reserve the right to lock you up. I am open, but only as much as I want to be. I am ambiguous. I am clear and precise. I am your author. My name is Power.

MollyMeek FTW.

Almost There

2008-01-23T14:13:00.000+08:00

Today's the day the class of T03 says good bye to TpograhpyandLayout.

As it was, some of the things that could go wrong, went wrong. But things like it starting to pour and missing the bus, not before falling down in a puddle and losing your wallet, and finally reaching the printshop only to realise your thumbdrive was destroyed by the rain and your laptop's completely busted, did not happen though it could have.

Thank God for that.

In any case, I finally managed to get the damned thing printed after one and a half hours of waiting and swearing at the printshop. I think the owners were worried we'd thrash his shop out of all the angst. You know how people say the silence was so heavy you could cut it with a knife? Well, that knife could well have been made of all the angst.

Oh well. Spent like 15 bucks on the damned brochure but I'm happy with it larh. And I think man people think the design I used was taken off the net or something but NO, I DID IT MYSELF. Not that saying it now matters cause nobody reads my blog.

AppliedIllustration's ending soon. And that's one mother of a pain in the arse that I can't wait to get it over and done with. I pray I get to see another day after I'm done. With all the work due and time left, I think I'll blow a major artery while doing it. Either that or I'll give myself a concussion after falling off the chair due to extreme fatigue. Or maybe I'll be sentenced to death for manslaughter after I kill my entire family out of frustration. And it's no million dollar question as to who will go first. If you know me well enough that is.

Whoopeedoo

2008-01-21T13:22:00.000+08:00

I'm almost done with my brochure after what seemed like an eternity. Have to head down somewhere else other than the printshop in school later. I pray that everything that can go wrong will NOT go wrong and everything good that can happen, happens.

I'm actually very happy with my work for once. Okay, maybe not. It's just that the other times I was happy, the lecturers were well, unhappy, so I had to be unhappy as well cause it would reflect badly on the lecturers if they're unhappy and their students are happy. I'm making sense, it's just that you're not me.

Andand, the block is almost over! Hope the next one won't be as much of a pain in the you-know-where. Yes, the mild version much different form the previous post is actually a weak attempt to redeem my mortal soul from eternal damnation.

Okay, kidding.

Anyhow, Chinese New Year is almost here. I'm not looking forward to that though the long weekend break will prove to be a much need reprieve. It's not that I don't want the money or the, more often than not, much needed break. It's just that I find all the hassle not worth the while. What more if you have assignments and whatnots that need to be completed.

And don't get me started on having to entertain extremely cheena relatives that until now have no idea how old I exactly am despite visiting every year. I doubt they can remember what I'm actually doing now despite the fact that I told them last year. I somehow sense that since I'll be doing photography next block, I might just have to take pictures during visitations.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't gripe so much about it seeing how I have likewise the memory of that resembling a goldfish, which I feel that it's very a very apt way to describe my life right now. Like how I'm just swimming within the small confines of the same damned bowl everyday and just watching days come to me like sailors and watching them as they drift away, meeting the sunrise out at the horizon.

Heh. RiloKiley FTW.

Speaking of which, TheDittyBops will be releasing a new album soon. And that I'm looking forward to.

Fucking Bar Charts

2008-01-21T03:25:00.000+08:00

Fucking bar charts.

That's all I have to say.

Okay, maybe not.

Fucking cheebai bar charts refuse to turn out the way I want them to and I'm fucking tired and grumpy.

BLAH.

Heh.

2008-01-16T11:24:00.000+08:00

I'M SO UGLY.

It's a good thing I didn't say I'm over that cause I don't think I'll ever be.

Untitled

2008-01-16T10:08:00.000+08:00

School has been pretty unkind this block. Haven't really been sleeping well, though I can't say it's anybody else's fault. It the kind of thing where you really want to do something but just end up doing nothing. Not sure if I'm making any sense, but I don't have to.

As much as I would like to say that I can multi-task really well, the matter of fact is I can't really. And me being me, I lack the discipline to discipline myself. It is also partially how the TV is situated a few arm's length away which is by my definition, too far away and it's practically a chore to reach over.

Isn't it strange how we would do EVERYTHING else other than what we're supposed to do? It's like how on any other normal day, I wouldn't watch CSI or what's-it's-name but when it's time for me to be busy, I can't help but watch the damned show. And don't get me started on the number of times I've gone to the toilet, checked the fridge and cupboards and whatnot.

I keep telling myself to be focused but who am I kidding? I can get as focused as a doorknob and that's about it.

I'm thinking about becoming a monk for a year or two.

In other news, I've seemingly gotten over the fact that I'm independent and am probably going to be for quite a while, and also that I can't design anything to save my life. I'm thinking I have the creativity of a pot of boiling vegetables. I wonder how long they'd be keep at bay though.

Heh.

- Pour ne pas vivre seul

Des filles aiment des filles

Et l'on voit de garcons

Epouser des garcons

On The 12th Day Of Christmas

2008-01-05T22:20:00.000+08:00

Last day of Christmas!

LOVE this song. And LISA KELLY!

Everyone should listen to CelticWoman.

On The 11th Day Of Christmas

2008-01-04T12:57:00.000+08:00

TGIF!

That's all I have to say for now.

On The 10th Day Of Christmas

2008-01-03T23:37:00.000+08:00

I complain too much and do too little.

I need to get over things.

So I've decided to adopt Tyra's policy.

I can't draw to save my life.

I'm single and somewhat lonely.

I bemoan my, in actual fact, not-so-pitiful life so much that I'm getting sick of my voice.

And I can't seem to get over it.

SO WHAT?

On The 9th Day Of Christmas

2008-01-02T12:43:00.000+08:00

I'm having Typography&Layout class right now and the only thing I can hear is YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE YOU SEE.

YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW YOU KNOW .

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY.

That's about it. I swear my head's gonna burst.

Also, I feel like something is lodged in my my gullet but that has nothing to do with class.

On The 8th Day Of Chirstmas

2008-01-01T14:20:00.000+08:00

On the 8th day of Christmas, it is also New Year's Day.

2007 has been quite a year for me though in retrospect, everything seems to just blur into each other. Getting my first PROPER job, receiving my 'O' Level results, choosing a path that'll most likely affect my whole life, making new friends that I'd never thought I'd meet and a whole lot of nonsense in between.

The strange thing is that though I'd like to say that 2007 went past fast, it was in actual fact, a very looooooooooong year. It's simply because I've got the memory of a goldfish. Anyhow, what's over is over and I don't really want to care anymore.

And here's to 2008 : KMA!

I'm not going to make any resolutions this year. I won't be able to keep them anyway. I'd rather just live my days, doing the best I can, which pretty much depends on my mood but that's something else.

I wish I could sprout something philosophical but alas, this is as much as my brain can manage.

SOOOO....

[insert your own witty/philosophical pithy about how we should live our lives by somewhat silly sentences that we cook up here]

[or not]

And.....

Happy Birthday to my blog. 3 years of rubbish. Oh well.

On The 7th Day Of Chirstmas

2007-12-31T23:55:00.000+08:00

Creepily fantabulistic. The transition is just...Yah.

I think I have a relatively bad habit of doing that.

- And so...
Erm...
Ehh...
So...
Yah...

On The 6th Day Of Chirstmas

2007-12-30T14:52:00.000+08:00

I actually have a lot of things that I wish to blog about but it's always either because I'm too lazy or I just simply can't them into words.

Anyhow, school starts tomorrow. Having mixed feelings about it.

Oh well.

On The 5th Day Of Chirstmas

2007-12-29T22:27:00.000+08:00

Gotta LOVE CelticWoman.

And no, there are no racial bias connotations in the song.

On The 4th Day Of Chirstmas

2007-12-28T19:29:00.000+08:00

I secretly suspect that the CelticWoman are actually dead and are in actual fact, angels. But that just me being nonsensical.

And because I'm lazy, I shall be concise. I chose graphic design as my option over illustration because I know I'll be able to handle it better than illustration.

And because almost everyone is getting attached or already are, I shall have to be, to put it nicely, independent, again. But unlike before, I will try my utmost to maintain whatever I can maintain.

I realise I don't try hard enough.

- Oh mistress mine
Where are you roaming
Oh stay and hear
Your true love's coming

That can sing both high and low
That can sing both high and low

On The 3rd Day Of Christmas

2007-12-27T23:16:00.000+08:00

3rd day of Christmas.

On The 2nd Day OF Christmas

2007-12-26T15:43:00.000+08:00

Máiréad Nesbitt is the bomb. If you can don a floor dress, play the violin AND dance at the same time, well, erm. Okay, so that's just it. I've nothing to say bout that actually. Except that she's da bomb. She reminds me of Marcia Cross. Must be the jawline.

In any case, there'll be a video for all the 12 days of Christmas which means I'll be updating everyday for the next 10 days. Wow. Exciting. I know.

Merry remainder of Christmas.

Happy Birthday

2007-12-25T00:13:00.000+08:00

Merry Christmas people.

Gotta love Celtic Woman.

Have a blessed Christmas and a good year ahead.

Hopefully anyway.

And Happy Birthday to Jesus. Seems like most forgot.

Hoho.

Tell Me What Do You Do?

2007-12-21T02:20:00.000+08:00

Things are pretty much falling apart piece by piece and frankly, I don't really know how to deal with it.

I'm actually half expecting a cat fight to break out, which would be better, really, better than the unspoken tension so dense you couldn't cut it with a knife. So maybe I might be exaggerating but that's quite how it seems.

No one, not even me, wants to lay everything out and just talk or even argue about it cause it's just threatens to blow whatever we have got left to smithereens.

How does one walk that fine line of keeping perhaps more than 2 important factors of your life in balance? At our ages, I say it's near impossible but who knows? I might be proven wrong. Anyhow, I think it's just the holidays that are getting to us. It'll be all over soon.

I pray.

- Memories, light the corners of my mind,
Misty water-coloured memories,
Of the way we were.

Fine.

2007-12-19T01:09:00.001+08:00

So I've been working on some stuff that's related to design work and I realise I might be in the wrong course cause I do not appear to have the aptitude for design.
I feel fucking horrible.
It's been quite some time since I've felt my heart twist in such a way and I suppose I have to thank whoever for taking away some of my apathy in a very painful manner.
Fucking horrible.
I pray no one asks any favors of me anymore. Anything that's related to design anyway, because as it appears, I can't take rejection very well.
Fucking horrible.
Or maybe it's because I changed it quite a number of times as per request and it's still not good enough.
Fucking horrible.
Next time, anyone do me a favor and tell me my work is ugly when it is, so that I can salvage what I can, with whatever time I've got left. And don't give me excuses when obviously it is FUGLY.
FUCKING HORRIBLE.
NO ONE LIKES MY WORK. NOT EVEN ME.
I'm so sad but I can't cry cause I can't anymore.
I've chosen the wrong path and I've completely destroyed my fucking life.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
Please don't tell me otherwise for now and let me wallow in my self-pity. And don't ask for the damned shit thing cause I wouldn't want to have to pay for someone's eye damage.

On a lighter note, in true BlackEyedPeas style, don't phunk with my heart.

Nothing

2007-12-16T19:53:00.000+08:00

Nothing lasts forever.

Except maybe diamonds, cause diamonds are forever~

And God of course.

- Memories of other days
Come tumbling from the past
To remind us like the seasons do
That life goes by so fast

FINALLY!

2007-12-15T02:40:00.000+08:00

BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I finally passed KAGEKIYO on difficult mode.

On a heavier note, I can't feel my fingers anymore.

Yes, even as I type this.

I officially have no life.

But still....

BUWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sing A Song

2007-12-14T23:55:00.000+08:00

Jon, Vinson, Daniel and I went caroling at MountElizabeth today. We were part of a line up of acts that was supposed to be for the staff and patients of Ward 12 though using the words "line up" would pretty much be a mistake cause there clearly wasn't any slight semblance of planning.

Though I can't say it's a bad thing exactly. I mean, it's not like it's a party for the Queen or something and it being the holidays and all, I suppose a relatively relaxed and spontaneous environment would go well.

Then again, maybe not.

Anyhow, despite everything , I think we did okay if I may say so myself.

I love singing. And caroling. Though I can't say I do any of them well. I've never really looked forward to much except for caroling. Don't know why either. Okay, maybe not just caroling, but at the moment, that's what it is.

I've been wasting my life away watching YouTube, playing my DS, lazing around, basically everything except anything constructive. And I wonder why I even bother anymore. Life is just so

Person: "Hey!"

Me: "Yah."

Person: "How's things?"

Me: "Liddat lorh."

Person: "Oh. So.....What have you been up to?"

Me: "Nothing."

Person: "Ah. Okay..."

*Enter Sir Awkward Silence*

Person: "Okay. I've got to go."

Me: "Yah. Bye."

Person: "...."

I conclude that I cannot engage in proper conversations with people. They always just die. So pardon me if I appear uninterested but I'm actually not. It's just that my EQ seems to be in the negative regions and I just can't seem to carry a decent conversation and maybe because of that, no one wants to talk to me and I don't feel like talking to anyone anymore.

But listening. Ahh, that's something I think I do quite well if I may say so myself.

I used to think I had high EQ but now I know otherwise. I'm actually socially awkward and seeing how I'm becoming more and more stupid by the day, I'll be as unique and interesting as a pot of boiling water and after that I'll just evaporate and disappear.

I wonder what I'm doing with my life.

How all that came out, I have no idea.

Speaking of singing songs, I'll pay a million bucks I do not have, for the hand in marriage of ANY of the CelticWoman.

Alas, it is evident I have lost my marbles as well.

In other news, my hives have come back again.

- Sing a song of twenty cents
My pocket's full of lies
Four and twenty hours
Spent wasting 'way my life

My Winter Storm - Tarja Turunen

2007-12-12T15:58:00.000+08:00

So after getting kicked out of Nightwish, Tarja comes back with her first solo album, My Winter Storm.

Possibly that being the reason, My Winter Storm is one mother of a melancholic album. Getting kicked out I mean, not it being her first solo album. I mean, why would you be sad about cutting an album unless you were forced to? Ah, maybe her husband forced her to, so that he can continue having an ATM for a wife. Or maybe she's despondent that she's in such a forlorn state, that everyone except her husband, who really just loves her for her money, hates her. Okay. Ignore me.

Anyhow, what's interesting about this album is how the entire CD, or most of the tracks anyway, are joined but yet make as sense as they are. Okay, so maybe quite a few other artistes have albums like that, like one particular progressive metal band, which name I just can't seem to recall, that had an entire album made into an entire track that was what, 4 hours? But that's besides the point. Okay, ignore me again.

I recommend that everyone get a copy of My Winter Storm simply because

TARJA ROCKS

But seriously, her voice alone is worth it. It has been missed much.

And also because we should all support someone that's lonely. Yet again, ignore me.

So....~~Support piracy and download her album now~~ Respect IP rights and buy her album now.

P.S. If you have taken me seriously and ignored me, well, I hate you. I cry myself to sleep every night in my weeping corner because everyone hates me and now I have a stiff neck. I hope you're happy.

P.P.S. Okay. Ignore me.

Hello. Bye.

2007-12-08T22:28:00.000+08:00

Hello world.

Really tempted to start off this post with how I shouldn't bother with updating any more and how the the entire world hates me. Or maybe how things just really seem to be falling apart. For me anyway. Problems I think I have seem to really pale in comparison to what others have to deal with. But really, the last time things like these happened, they kind of sparked off an entire chain of events that I didn't exactly deal well with. わたしはさびしいになりたくない

Anyhow. I shall instead start the post with how I survived 2DArtFun and Japanese and how I had lots of fun while dong what had to be done with Jo and the gang. And also how we planned a birthday surprise for Salvin and Benn, of how I had MahLahHuoKwuo [steamboat] with ShiHui and gang to celebrate her birthday, of how I took my JLPT4 and had diarrhea, went to HongKong, stayed at my godmum's presidential-suite-like home, enjoyed the weather, bought 6 hoodies, eat as much yummilicious food as my sick stomach can hold and how I prayed the plane wouldn't crash and of how me and mum came back alive.

But then again, that might bore whoever.

I [HEART] HK. Though I kinda zombie-ed through the whole thing wasting my attention on keeping my stomach in check.

MollyMeek FTW

2007-10-24T01:02:00.000+08:00

MollyMeek FTW

One particular quote made my ~~day~~ night.

" 4. Best Sleight of Hand

Winner: NMP Thio Li-Ann

Winning Move: Arguing that we can recognize racial minorities, but we cannot recognize “sexual” minorities like gays.

Quote: “Race is a fixed trait. It remains controversial whether homosexual orientation is genetic or environmental, perhaps both. There are no ex-Blacks but there are ex-gays. The analogy between race and sexual orientation or preferred sexual preferences, is false.”

Molly’s adaptation: “Race is a fixed trait. There are no ex-Blacks, but there are ex-women. The analogy between race and sex is false and women have no right to demand equality. We cannot allow them to hijack a noble cause for their own use.” "

The gahmen may ALWAYS win, but that doesn't stop anyone poking fun. No pun intended. HOHO.

P.S. Wait. Can MJ be considered a ex-Black?

P.P.S By the way, FTW is "For The Win". Just in case.

lol@[blah]377a.com

2007-10-23T19:37:00.000+08:00

I'm thinking about setting up a new site, right next to repeal377a.com, keep377a.com and support377a.com. It shall be known as whatever377a.com.

All the hype over whether to keep 377a or not is really just...whatever-ish.

Regardless of how many names each camp has on their petition, the winner won't be any of them. Okay, so one of them will win but the thing is, you really think that their petitions make even the slightest dent in the gahmen's decision?

Like hell no?

Eventually, the side that wins is the gahmen.

One might argue that there are to fractions in the gahmen itself and they've been having heated debates of this issue. What? you think them MPs can just sit around and do nothing? They obviously have to have debates to show the people that they're actually doing SOMETHING.

SO you see, the side that eventually wins is STILL the gahmen.

End of story.

So Draaaama. NOT

2007-10-15T21:30:00.000+08:00

I swear, Channel8 serial dramas belong to the pits. The scripts are so flawed and silly they might as well have been written by 10 year olds.

For the lack of better things to watch, I had to resort to Channel8 and suffice to say, my flabber was gasted. And here's 3 examples of how retarded the scripts are, all of which took place over a short span of what, 2 minutes?

So there's this guy running away from the police. And they eventually enter a multi-story carpark. This ALWAYS happens, doesn't it? If you thought that's stupid, wait, for here comes retarded-ness one.

They're running in the carpark and lo and behold, a man pushing a trolley comes along. The chaser and the chased then proceeds to jumps over the trolley. Is that stupid or is that stupid? I would understand if it were a whole line of trolleys but ONE?! HOHO. Can't they just like side-stepped?

Then the chased heads for the ramp and so happens there's a on-coming car. He proceeds to grab on to the beam above him and swing himself to the side. Now that's a good idea and would have made an exciting stunt if only they didn't show how wide the ramp entrance was. He could have simply, once again, made a slight adjustment in the direction in which he was running and just avoid the on-coming car completely. It's like how you would walk at the side of a road when you have to go against traffic.

The chased then runs into a tunnel. Surprise surprise, he gets trapped. A fight then begins of which can only come out of a video game. They could have shot fireballs at each other and it wouldn't seem, in the slightest, out of place.

Did I mention that there was a lot of crying? Whoever wrote the script must have been thinking it would be great to bank on the Korean wave thingy. In any case, BAD move.

All I can say is. Try harder.

Sigh. I don't know if it makes sense to you but it does to me.

I need cable desperately.

Random Thoughts XVI

2007-10-14T19:19:00.000+08:00

Friendster. The converting machine that converts friendship into something tangible. And a whole lot of other things.

You know why they changed the "Testimonials" function to "Comments"?

That's cause someone finally wised up and decided that "let's go out soon" and the like don't constitute as testimonials.

Smart.

Have always wanted to blog about it but being lazy spares me a lot of posts, so it has been swimming in my head until today and decided the time when I should be doing work is the best time to ooze out of my ears, trickle down my shoulder and control my arm. I suppose I subconsciously chose the lesser of the two evils.

And I finally realized why I've been eating so much these few weeks and my stomach doesn't seem to grow. Just when I thought I had worms in me gut, which isn't exactly a bad thing really, the brutal truth hit me. HARD.

All the sins simply bypass my belly and goes straight down to my butt and thighs. I officially have thighs the size of turkeys and a butt the size of the globe when put together.

The next thing you know, my left butt cheek will be waging war with the right and trying to conquer it for all the oil it has. Wait. That sounds familiar. Oh, it's already happening, just not on my butt yet.

Putting Words In My Mouth

2007-10-14T01:36:00.001+08:00

"it's late.. i should be sleeping.. but for some reason, even though my eyes are closing and my head feels heavy, i feel weighed down by all the thoughts running around inside that head of mine..

which is probably why i'm blogging now, since long ago i decided that this blog wasn't meant to be private. but since i just changed the url, and haven't updated properly in ages, i don't think this'll be read by many people anyway.

things change in an instant.. no matter how much i tell myself that there are some things that you can hold on to in this world where everything just seems to rush by in the blink of an eye.. people are gone, moments are lost.. and they will never come back to you again.. or at other moments time seems to slow and you're stuck in a painful moments, watching the world go by and trapped in your own existence.. limited.. weighed down.. and unable to break free.

i don't know what i want anymore, i feel like i'm being split into a person i don't recognize anymore. sometimes i wonder, if i were to look through the eyes of another person, what kind of person would they see when they look at me? it feels like i'm changing.. and yet, with this change it feels like i'm growing further away from the things that matter and drifting..

is it all part of growing up?

so.. very.. tired. i don't know if i can muster the energy to plod to the end of vce and still give it my best shot. part of me knows i would hate to regret not working hard enough, the other part simply can't pick up the pace and mug like nuts.

all i know is that, i'm feeling increasingly unprepared to deal with the world out there. i wish i could go into an oyster shell, become that pearl and emerge to take the world in a stride.

the sad reality is that the only constant in life is change, and sometimes you need to be out of your comfort zone to gain a few more experiences, and learn and grow from them.

i just pray that the realisation will hit me before it's too late. and with that realisation, the unwavering faith and trust that God will send me where He wants me to go."

Xinni wrote this. And it's exactly what I feel.

If you read this Xinni, read this.

Badminton And A Whole Lot Of Thoughts

2007-10-13T00:39:00.000+08:00

I went to Jo's place today for badminton. As strange as that sounds. Well, Salvin, Benjamin, Wyncy, Emmanuel went as well though Alyssa was supposed to join us as well but she had to go meet her other half. I'm pretty happy that I've the chance t get to know them better, as cheesy as that sounds but they're really fun people to hang around with. And besides, chances are, I'll be in the same class as them some day.

It's times like this that makes me grateful I didn't skip CampRad. If I did, I wouldn't have met Jo or Lina, which obviously means I wouldn't get to know any of Jo's classmates, or ex-classmates rather. You gain some, you lose some I suppose. And unless you're close to me, which you probably are cause this blog is pretty much close to unknown and unvisited, you probably won't know what that means.

Anyway. Since no one in Poly has ever seen me doing sports of any kind, I think it came to Jo as a mild surprise that I could actually hold myself in badminton quite well. So they said. My reply was that just because I don't like sports doesn't mean I can't do it. Wyncy and Jo both agreed that I should do sports more often.

So what's the point?

The point is, I felt happy when they said that. Nobody, as far as I can remember, has ever "encouraged" me as such.

It's a bit late for me to say this but back when I was in Kuantan, there were games going on and well, I never really got to play much. Not play-play per se, more like no-one-passes-the-damned-ball-to-me play. The thing was, if I didn't go and fight for the ball, no one would have passed the ball to me unless they had no other choice. Then it kinda hit me that you write your own story. Because I was never the sporty kind of person, I avoided sport of any kind by providing excuses like how I'm not good at any sport and the whole nine yards. I suppose it grew on people and they assumed that I suck at sports so they'd rather not count on me when I'm involved in a game.

Then the whole thing just makes it worse cause I don't enjoy the game which leads to me further rejecting my participation in sports. And then it just dwindles down to "Sherwin sucks at sports, like totally."

I'm not blaming anyone. It's my own fault. I wrote my own life and now I have to live it.

Then Wyncy and Jo come along says something like that and it just makes me feel well, happy. And I felt like I actually enjoyed the game. Which is rare, VERY rare.

I know it doesn't really make sense but to me it does. I realize I'm not very good at putting my thoughts down in words but it's okay, cause it's my blog and as said before, no one really reads it anyway.

I want more friends like them. Even though it was, officially, only the second time I hung around with them, I felt like I had been friends with them for the longest of time. So maybe that's exaggeration but you get the gist.

Sigh.

I'll be off now. My butt and right arm hurts. Wonder why. Oh right, that's cause I haven't done any exercise in ages.

Thanks guys.

No Way

2007-10-11T11:23:00.000+08:00

I have Richard for 2DArtFun. And I'm in a class in which I've nobody that I'm close to.

On a lighter note, my life sucks.

Tarja VS Anette

2007-10-10T00:23:00.000+08:00

I like Anette. She gives the band a new voice quite literally but but also metaphorically as well.

I like Tarja too. She has an unique voice and it was because of her style of singing that I became interested in Nightwish.

But poor her, got kicked out she did. Anette's too pop in relation to Tarja and she has some strange dance moves.

It's opera VS pop, and womanly grace VS weird,-pop-ish punk chick whatever.

In conclusion,

TARJA FOREVER!

She should go solo.

Still, for the record, Nightwish is Nightwish is Nightwish. I will always support them.

By pirate-ing their albums.

HEY! They're hard to find in Singapore okay?

Blah Blah

2007-10-06T22:07:00.000+08:00

I've said it before and I simply just can't emphasize any more how blah my life really is. It's just so....BLAHHH.

I need to join a new CCA or something. Something else besides school-home-school-home.

It's not that I don't already have a CCA but the TPJCG is really a lame excuse for a CCA. No offense. By the way, that's Temasek Polytechnic Japanese Cultural Group. So maybe it's my fault that I don't really go for their events but the thing is, traveling one and a half hours to school just to catch the screening of some anime is just well, stupid. It's not like I can't watch it at home or anything. And why must their events always be held on Saturdays?

So why did I even join in the first place? Well, they were telling us how fun and whatnot the people in JCG were, which turns out to be completely untrue, if you ask me. And they said they have manga lessons or something to that extent which gave me the impression that they would actually teach you how to daw manga or something but alas. All they do there is sit around and play games. Only a few of them really do draw and on the occasion they do, they don't actually do it. Okay, not making sense.

Sigh. I wanted to join Kendo but application closed earlier than I expected. Quite sad really.

I need to get a life. I need something new in my life. Maybe I'll pick up the guitar or maybe I'll join a new CCA. Or maybe I'll laze around and do nothing. Or maybe not. Or maybe.

I'm completely gut-less when it comes to change, decision making and whatnot.

I shall now go back to writing cover letters and resumes.

How fun.

Booze

2007-10-03T19:49:00.000+08:00

My inbox is going to burst with all the notifications I've been getting about Huiwen sending me booze.

Facebook. Fun. Tiring.

And I'm supposed to be writing my cover letter and resume.

Quaint.

Tagged Replies I

2007-10-02T19:58:00.000+08:00

Jo and Chrys: Don't worry! Maybe we'll be in the same class next block =D Start praying. Hoho.

Becks: I'll hold you to your word. And don't worry, it'll be holidays again before you know it.

By Request

2007-10-02T19:53:00.000+08:00

By request of a good friend of mine. How true what the author has written, I don't know. Whatever the case, peruse it and repost it if you will.

Here goes:

Debt of Honour: Singapore’s Ties to Myanmar’s Junta
By
Benjamin Cheah

The crisis in Burma is escalating. For the first time in two decades, the people are taking to the streets. It started with protests against the doubling of fuel prices, and the sharp increase in prices of essential goods and services. *1 It has now become a call for democracy, and freedom. The military has seen fit to respond with tear gas, arrests, beatings, and live rounds. State television claims that there are nine dead. Witnesses believe that the true toll lies in the hundreds. *2

The source of this turmoil lies with the junta in power. After seizing power in 1962, the then-State Law and Order Restoration Committee embarked on the ‘Burmese Road to Socialism’, an economic policy that has done nothing but to impoverish the people. The people are kept in line through intimidation, systematic rape, arbitrary detention, forced labour, and other tools of state terror. The junta and its cronies virtually control the nation’s wealth, making tremendous profits from sales of drugs, gems, and timber. This combination of poverty, inequality, and repression has exploded into the situation we see today. *3

That the regime was responsible for this is not in doubt. However, it could not have accomplished this without the assistance of other governments. In particular, one country has provided significant economic and military assistance to the junta, enabling it to restore ‘law and order’ while fattening its bank accounts. That nation is the Republic of Singapore.

Above the board, Singapore has done a lot of business with Myanmar. SingTel was the first firm to provide Burmese businesses and government offices with the ability to establish inter- and intra-corporate communications in over 90 countries. At the same time, all computers, software, e-mail services and telecommunications devices in Burma must be licensed, a nearly impossible feat in itself. Coupled with the prohibitively high cost of computers in Burma *3 , and it can be inferred that the regime is intent on denying communications technology to the Burmese political opposition. This act serves to further enrich the Myanmese elites, and strengthen their grip on power.

Singapore invested S$1.57 billion in Myanmar in 2005, making her the largest direct foreign investor from the Association of Southeast Asian Nations. Since 1988, Singapore has invested about S$2 billion in Myanmar, mostly in tourism and the military. *4 Given that the junta’s cronies virtually control the legal economy, it’s safe to say that these monies have gone into their wallets, and into producing arms and ammunition. A substantial portion of Singapore's investments has gone into Asia World, a Burmese construction company, which is owned by drug traffickers and money launderers. *3, *4, *5

Lo Hsing Han is the chair of Asia World, founded in 1992. Ostensibly a successful businessman, he has served as ethnic advisor to former Burmese Prime Minister Khin Nyunt, and continues to oversee his drug operations in Burma. It has been alleged that Asia World has been used as a front for drug trafficking. *3, *5 His son, Steven Law, is the firm's managing director, and runs various other firms, which happen to be subsidiaries of Asia World. *3, *5 He also reportedly handles his father's financial activities. *3 Steven Law married his Singaporean business partner, Cecilia Ng, in 1996. Using her connections to the government, she allegedly launders money for Burma's drug barons, in addition to other legitimate business dealings. *3, *5, *6, *7

It has been further reported that Singapore allows Burmese drug barons to travel freely, the junta's generals to visit Singapore for medical treatment, in addition to turning a blind eye to shady financial practices. *3, *5, *6, *7 There is no doubt that a connection exists between the junta and the government of Singapore.

This is not the end. The Singapore government has armed the regime. Singapore Technologies has built a state-of-the-art cyber warfare centre in Yangon. With it, the regime’s secret police can intercept a spectrum of communications, from telephone calls to faxes to e-mail, from over twenty countries *3, *5, *9, allowing them to keep track of political dissidents. On October 6, 1988, hundreds of mortars, munitions and military supplies were shipped to Yangon. They were marked "Allied Ordnance, Singapore", which is a subsidiary of Chartered Industries of Singapore *3, *8, *9 , now part of ST Engineering. The shipment also included license-built Swedish rockets, violating an agreement with Sweden that required authorisation for arms exports. *3, *9 The following year, Singapore acted as a middleman for a shipment of grenade launchers and anti-tank weapons from Belgium and Israel. *3, *8 In 1992, Singapore brokered a $1.5 million shipment of mortars from Portugal, violating a European Commission arms embargo. *3, *8, *9 In 1995, Chartered Industries of Singapore built an arms factory in Burma, now used to produce weapons for the Burmese military. *9 Singapore has armed the regime.

These incidents are just the ones documented in the public domain. There could have been other shady deals in recent times, one of which could have surfaced to sting Singapore.

On the 27th of September, a Singaporean was shot by Myanmese riot police. *10, *11 According to a photograph of a recovered rubber bullet *11, there are two legible English words inscribed on it: 'control' and 'rubber'. The official language of Myanmar is Burmese, with little attention paid to the English language; it is therefore highly improbable that the round was made produced locally. Europe and the United States have enforced sanctions against Myanmar, and have no reason to ship non-lethal ammunition to Burma. China, India and Thailand, Myanmar's largest trading partners, probably would not use English markings on ammunition, because there is little reason to mark ammunition in a language that ordinary workers probably could not read. But Singapore uses English markings on ammunition. Therefore, I suspect that the round was made in Singapore, and exported to Burma. There, it was used to shoot a Singaporean in the leg. If nothing else, this must be poetic injustice.

The Singapore Government has allowed the junta and its cronies to get richer and richer, while the people have to bear with Third World living standards and systematic oppression. Singapore has turned a blind eye to international criminal activity operating out of Myanmar, whose ringleaders visit Singapore every now and then. Most damning of all, Singapore has sold weapons to Burma, the same arms that the authorities use to keep the junta in place. Singapore is therefore indirectly responsible for the current state of affairs in Myanmar.
The world is watching. Singapore currently holds the chairmanship of ASEAN. ASEAN has condemned the junta’s response to the protests. *13 Singapore, in particular, is engaging in ‘quiet diplomacy’, and is backing United Nations envoy Ibrahim Gambari in his attempt to defuse the situation. *14 But this is not nearly enough.

If Singapore truly wishes for an end to the crisis, and is genuinely concerned about the people of Burma, it is her duty to send a strong message to the junta. Singapore must declare, and cease, any and all arms exports to the military regime. Singapore must also impose economic sanctions on Myanmar, in particular targeting strategic resources and supplies destined for the military and the police. Singapore must withdraw all investments in firms linked to the regime, and its cronies. Singapore must also investigate all reports of money laundering on local soil, and prosecute the guilty to the fullest extent of the law. All assets belonging to the junta and its cronies must be frozen. Finally, Singapore must bar the Myanmese drug barons and junta members from setting foot in Singapore. These actions would send a more direct message to the junta than any other action by most other nations.

Singapore owes the people of Burma a debt of honour. Singapore has the means to expunge it. What she needs is the political will to clean up the mess the government has created.

“I, Benjamin Cheah, hereby release this essay into the public domain. I give full permission to anybody who wishes to reproduce this essay, in any form, to do so, so long as I am duly credited for the work.”

Benjamin’s Cheah’s blog is at http://leounheort.blogspot.com/

Sources:
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2007-09-29T23:16:00.000+08:00

Holidays are so...BLAH. They're largely welcomed by well, everyone, I suppose. But the thing is, though they provide the well-needed reprieve they bring with them the bane that is boredom, for me anyway. Yet, we moan and groan when its end draws near.

So the holidays are drawing to a close and only God knows how I can survive the next few blocks until November 26. Yes, I'm sick and tired of them holidays but I'm already counting down. It's so ironic that if we found a way to extract the iron from "ironic", it could last forever. And my mum was asking me why on earth we have an iron block lying in the middle of my room. But I couldn't answer cause I had already been crushed by it. If you were, or are, rather, wondering how I can even be typing this if I'd been crushed by an iron block, well, don't. In any case. -Insert unfunny joke about ironic, iron, cutting-it-with-a-knife and whatnot-

I'll be having PComD next block, just ONE module, which I'm of course much grateful [and I was wondering why 'greatful' isn't a word. Stupidity.] for. It's just that when it comes to things like this, it's like a disaster that has been averted for the course of next month and when the month after next arrives, well, it'll be a 'good-luck-and-prayer' month for me, if you get my drift.

And for the un-informed, PComD is Professional Communications for Designers. If I got that right anyway. A fancy-schmancy name for English class. The last time there was something similar was ComDI ie. Communicating Design Ideas ie. English class. Of which concluded with, if memory serves me well, a 2000 word essay submission and some other stuff. So NOT looking forward to PComD.

To top it off with a cute, quaint, chemically enhanced cherry that stays in your body for 10 years, or so I've heard, our classes have been shuffled. So I won't be aquatinted with majority of the class.

Having only one module only leaves for trouble cause if I only have one now, then surely I'd have two next month and when I do, I will be in a class where I won't know anyone cause the majority of my classmates, or ex-classmates rather, have two modules this coming block. It's sad really. Pretty much screwed.

Oh well.

On a completely different note, the chinese saying that "No one is ugly, only lazy", or something to that effect, rings completely true. Maybe if I were less lazy and actually did some OTHER form of exercise apart from breathing, I might actually look better. At least slightly anyway. Like maybe if I did 500 pushups followed by 500 crunches, and 1000 jumping jacks followed by a 42km jog, I might shave off 2kg. Provided I haven't already died in the process, like after 2 pushups or 3 crunches or 12 jumping jacks or 100m jog, which ever comes first.

As crazy as it sounds, I'm looking a jogging italics[kah-ki]/italics [found a new way to italicize] that can run on a regular basis, like once a ~~year~~ week and doesn't actually require me to travel and can jog somewhere quiet, VERY quiet. This pretty much reduces the list to like. none. Oh well.

And remember kids. Exercise kills like how smoking and AIDS does, but just in a slower and more painful way. But hey, that's the price for being skinny, or anywhere near skinny anyway.

Order Of The Stick II

2007-09-21T23:58:00.001+08:00

And I forgot to mention, again, that I've finished OrderOfTheStick for the second time, thus effectively rendering me even more bored than I was before I started reading it again.

Sigh.

Someone please tell me to get a life.

Attempts On Her Life

2007-09-21T21:17:00.000+08:00

Severely overdue but here it is anyway.

Caught (there I was thinking why there isn't a word 'catched') a play with Rebecca the not-so-other-day. Like, last-last sunday. Anyway, it was for one of Beck's papers. And to help her out, here's a critique from a not-so-critic critic. Just my 2 cents and lots of salt from your part.

Attempts On Her Life is about well, "Her" she is known as Anne/Annie and a few other names all of which start with 'A' and all of which I can't remember. She starts off having a affair with some guy, with members of the ensemble narrating as if telling a story, or rather, writing a story about her. In the course of the play, we eventually learns that She is also a terrorist, a world traveller who carries a big, red bag that's filled with stones, a little girl, prostitute, physicist, self-mutilating "artist" etc. Heck, there even comes a point where She's a vehicle, specifically which kind, I'm not so sure cause it sounded like either a plane or a car to me while to Becks, it was a ship of sorts.

Throughout the 17, yes you read right, 17, scenarios, all of which are seemingly unrelated though a few of them actually make sense if you put them together, She seldom appears and on the occasions that She does, She is portrayed by different cast members. Perhaps to make it even the more obvious that "she could be any one of us", as one of the characters narrates. The ensemble of international actors/actresses and dialogues in their respective mother tongues serves only to amplify the fact that She could refer to any of us and opens a gigantic umbrella that covers EVERYONE be you Korean, Indian, Chinese, English, American or whatnot.

Come to think of it, the title of the play's kinda like a pun. Literally, attempts to on Her life or how they're trying to "write" Her. Okay, I'm not making any sense.

What else was interesting was the use of live video feeds in the play itself, which is new to me cause one wouldn't expect a theatrical play to adopt the use of cinematic elements. Also, it being an informal play of sorts kept things interesting. There was also a particular scenario in which there were periodical blast from a horn, followed by " SILENCE" being flashed on the wall. What proceeded next was quite disturbing, with four of the casts reading simultaneously that effectively peeled off my skin with the quad-tonal result that they were going for. Think dual-tone, times 2. Duh. But i think it was really cool. What else was interesting was the use of an international cast and their respective mother tongues like I mentioned before.

Much to my surprise, there wasn't an intermission which wasn't so much of a surprise when the play eventually started. Yes, go ahead, cut the irony with a knife. Whatever. I kinda liked the play though it didn't really make sense at the end of it all and what I think is that not many people will like plays like this, which brings me back to the point of there being no intermission. The way I see it, if there were, a third of the say 20 would have left. That's what I think anyway. Either that or an intermission would just anti-climax-size the whole thing.

In any case, I think it was money well spent. Was a new experience for me.

Okay fine, as it appears, it really isn't a critique and I'm not as much of a critic as I would like myself to be. More of like a review. Okay, not. More of like a terrible shot at something. Hoho. Oh well.

Sorry Becks! This is like the best I can do. Pray it helps. =x

Order Of The Stick

2007-09-19T22:05:00.000+08:00

I forgot to mention but the OrderOfTheStick is back!

And since I have nothing else better to do, I shall start form, well, the start. AGAIN!

The Japanese

2007-09-18T16:20:00.000+08:00

I went with WeiYen and WuChong for the Waseda Shibuya Senior High School for the school's 17th Annual Festival. It was fun, though slightly stifling. Okay, who am I kidding? It was VERY. All I can say is that at the end of it all, I can only conclude that the Japanese are good at everything.

They are smart, good looking, have a good dress sense, are athletic, musically inclined, artistically inclined, innovative, creative, enterprising, enthusiastic, and the whole nine yards. Oh, and did I mention that they're very good looking.

AND, they come up with amazing shows like BLEACH, of which some lame ass company is trying to stop everyone from watching cause they're unhappy that people refuse to buy their lousily-subbed, poor quality with no QC whatsoever and not to mention over-priced VCDs,

You could basically tell the Japanese teens apart from the Singaporean teens. Let's see. The Japanese were a thousand times better looking and they didn't have to meddle with their hair or whathaveyous and they walked with a stride that displayed their confidence that doesn't go into overdrive. They're all possibly linked but that makes one hell of a chain don't you think?

If their chains are like normal chains, they would be as weak as their weakest link but the way I see it, they aren't.

THEY HAVE NO WEAK LINKS AT ALL!

Things like these make me wish I were someone else. Preferably Japanese.

Sigh.

Random Thoughts XV

2007-09-11T18:08:00.000+08:00

BEE TAI MAK

It's a kind of noodle-like, vermicelli-cum-kwuaytiao, carbohydrate providing food

I personally bear no grudge against the humble, plain-to-the-tastebuds, slimy, noodle-like, vermicelli-cum-kwuaytiao, carbohydrate providing "bee tai mak". But is an ancient force the "bee tai mak" reckons with, a force capable of driving the whole family up the wall, a force of which I do not particularly hate nor dislike, just get VERY irritated with very so often, meaning, EVERYDAY.

Conversation with said ancient force.

[Of which takes place in this thing called, no doubt, "CHINEEEEEEESE", pronounced CHAI-NISSSSSSSSSSSS, which also happens to be something very ancient, but I shall leave THAT to another day. Heeding the gah-men's advice that we need to embrace globalization and whatnot, said conversation shall be in English, to cater to a global audience.]

Me: Why is there so much BEEEEEEEEEEE TAI MAK in my bowl?

[I had initially wondered why there was a cauldron placed at my seat, until I realised it was my bowl.]

Ancient Force: No, there's not a lot of it. It's actually very little.

Me: NO, [I firmly insisted], there is a [HELL] lot.

[HELL obviously belonged no where near the conversation so it stayed that way, in brackets.]

*cue me scooping out BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TAI MAK out of ~~the cauldron~~ the bowl.

There is one point I have to make before we can move on.

One Point: I ABSOLUTELY ABHOR people touching me. Much less POKE. I do NOT understand why people POKE, using the finger of course. It is rude and obtrusive in every sense of the word. Neither do I appreciate people tapping me in a forceful way. If you really must get my attention, it will be wise to first get to know my name, and use it. In the circumstance that I appear to be deaf, give my shoulder a quick, LIGHT tap. Surely my sense of touch and hearing will not leave me at the same time.

And for the record, the only person so far that has managed to get my attention through means of a tap is my mother. And maybe a few other people that have done so while my attention wasn't on my shoulders.

In any case, possibly one OTHER thing I abhor more than people prodding me from my sleep is how people state the obvious or rather, state something else when it is obviously untrue, like how there was enough BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TAI MAK to feed the entire continent of Africa swimming in the cauldron I had for a bowl and still get people insisting that no, it is in actual fact, very little. In retrospect, it was indeed little, if you were thinking of feeding the whole of China.

And I can no longer type in italics without them turning our like this and it gets irritating. In any case, use your imaginations a little and think of which words I'd italicize. Like for example, gah-men, and all other words that originate from dialect and Singlish.

Random Thoughts XIV

2007-09-11T09:31:00.000+08:00

It is apparent that my posts no longer flow and more often than not, make no coherent sense.

And my English has gone down the drain. MsBalan, I fear thy effort hast surely been in vain.

I fear I'm stupidify-ing.

Not For Anything In The World. Okay. Maybe

2007-09-11T08:56:00.000+08:00

I'm so sick of myself. It's like, I really really want to do things at times, like finish my assignments for example, but I just keep procrastinating. There's a will, and there's a way, but there's also procrastination and sloth for me.

I realised just the other day that I engage in hobbies that I'm not even conscious of, like say, people-watching. It's fun and occupying in a weird, weird way. Then comes the next step, whereby I wish I looked like someone else.

What would I give to look like someone else?

Let's see...

NOTHING.

Maybe it's just me being politically correct or whatnot but if a change in looks would result in a change in some random aspect of my life then I'd rather stay somewhat ugly and live the life I'm living now. I won't give shit to look like someone else. Okay, so maybe I would, but anything other than that's strictly non-negotiable.

Then again, maybe there ARE things that I would be willing to part with. Something of the material world perhaps. I won't be bringing them with me anywhere after I'm dead anyway.

Conclusion: I'm pretty happy with my life now. Note the word "PRETTY". With regards to what I'm pretty discontented about, it's for me to know and for you to find out.

Anyway. COUNTDOWN!

- 3 more days to end of block, ie HOLIDAY
- 5 more days to next post from the guys at GiantInThePlayground
- 12 more days to release of DarkPassionPlay, Nightwish's new album, featuring Anette. Poor Tarja.
- 17 more days to shippment of iPodTouch

Dream On

2007-09-03T20:18:00.000+08:00

As I lie in my bed, my mind always wonders. ALWAYS. Which gets irritating most of the time. And I can't help it by it just happens. And many a times I get to think about the subjunctive.

I fall asleep amidst the thinking which always ends up on the borders of brooding but what difference does it make?

Sometimes all the brooding translates into dreams which are always interesting. I suppose what they say about dreams being the subconscious's metaphysical manifestations carry enough weight after all, enough for me to believe anything of it anyway.

I had this strange dream the other day. Eh. Night. It revolved around the somewhat recent decision many of us had to make. I dreamt that I, by the by, decided that Poly life wasn't for me and I appealed, much to my surprise of sorts, to well well, SAJC. And I got in. Wow. And It is only in a twisted dream, a very twisted dream, that JC guys have to wear shorts that might as well have been mini shorts and shin-high socks to match.

As if it weren't already enough, the brooding translated itself into a dream that had a lot of brooding and when I say 'lot', I mean A LOT. If all the brooding were contained, there would be enough to last the world an eternity and two times over, all of which revolved around the concerns I had whilst I was still considering JC as 'The Other Choice'.

Also was the fact that the promos are drawing near which happens to be true, by the by. One requisite was for me to pass all my subjects of which I had to start right from well, the start as compared to the other J1s. It was absurd. Even for a dream. So I called out to a teacher:

"But it's impossible!"

"Not really, you still have time to study. All you have to do is pass your promos."

"Which is in less than a month!"

"Ah. RIght. Have fun."

Well, so much for that. As it appeared, the brooding was brought right through the night. Through the before-sleep-brooding, to the in-dream-brooding, to the aftermath-brooding. All the brooding. I wonder what all of this means...

I wonder...

Hairy-ly Harrowing Subject

2007-08-30T10:51:00.000+08:00

You know those days where you wake up, and the first thought that comes to mind is "DAMNED. Bad hair day." even before you look yourself in the mirror? It's kinda like a "I know it" thing and you don't even have to see it. It just, well, sucks. I get that everyday. Seriously.

Okay, so maybe sometimes it isn't that bad and there have been days where I wish the damned hair would stay the same for the rest of the day, which never does happen and will probably never.

Don't even get me started on the fact that I'm balding.

And I just got a haircut. Though it doesn't look like it. But I know the difference okay? It is after all MY hair. And frankly, I'm tempted to burn it. It's just so....BLAH. Like BLAH.

I want a change of hairstyle! Something RADICAL. Something completely DIFFERENT.

Though I'm faced with a few problems.

Firstly, I don't want to be like the rest. Like typical. But seriously, who the hell am I kidding? Come on, I'm a guy and there is only so much a guy can do to his hair before it looks like hairstyles everyone else has. And I'm pretty sure some guy out there has hair like mine.

Secondly, I have no wish of waking up an hour earlier than I absolutely have to just to style my hair. Which brings me to my third problem, I have completely no idea how to style my hair. I've had wash-and-wear hairstyles, if they're even called styles to begin with, since, well, FOREVER?

And being the creatures of habit that we are, I find, ironically, comfort in my flat and floppy hair that emits a certain vibe that causes turmoil within my inner pace circle thingy that eventually leads my thoughts to "BURNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" My point? I'm scared of change okay? I want it but I'm afraid. Like the last time I painted my nails black, that needed a few days before I got used to it afterwhich I got rid of due to my dad's head promptly popping off after I suggested the dying of my hair and got a "DON'T-DO-STUPID-THINGS-TO-BREAK-UP-THE-FAMILY" saga started. But while I had them, it was awfully surreal, like how they weren't my fingers.

Thinking back, the last time I had a "radical" change was when I was in Sec3, which resulted in a change of parting. WOW! Radical, I know. Tell me about it.

I really have no idea what to do with the clump of black stuff that lies atop this empty head of mine. If that clump of black stuff could make noises, it'd probably go "FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP"

And did I mention I'm balding? To top that off, if it can even be done, I'm becoming retarded. I feel myself getting more and more stupider. See? Point proven. Maybe every strand of hair I lose, some of my intelligence, whatever little amount I have had to begin with, is lost as well.

Did I mention I was balding?

Eh. Update.

2007-08-20T21:24:00.000+08:00

Heh. Have been busy with school since the last update hence the lack of updates.

Okay fine, there were times when I felt like blogging, but laziness, like always, got the better of me. Furthermore, I don’t get that satisfaction I used to get back in my secondary school days after I finish a post. It was pretty much that feeling that kept me blogging but now, it just feels like I’m blogging for the sake of blogging so that the date of the last post wouldn’t be B.C 1500.

So I’m not really making sense anymore but who cares?

I’ve seen blogs that are much worse than mine in all aspects. At least I try to put to use the last 17 plus years of English I have surprisingly managed to grasp. And I don’t have irritating players that can’t be paused or turned off cause I didn’t have enough cow sense, much less human sense or common sense, to NOT hide the player. It appears that it has never occurred to people like them that readers might not like the music and that it’s a major turnoff.

What’s sad is that sometimes, though rarely, they have a fair amount of interesting content, enough to keep me interested at least, and the music just completely destroys whatever content they have. So they might argue that it’s after all their blog and that I can jolly well take my displeasure elsewhere but its indisputable that the very reason people have blogs is so that people can read it, so by saying things such as “If you don’t like it, don’t read it” it really goes to shoe how many bloggers have completely missed the point of keeping a blog, either because they are retarded or because they really just want to waste whatever time they have updating a blog that NOBODY reads.

Sometimes I feel I’m doing just that save the irritating music and whatnot.

Okay. I’m not really making sense again. I have no idea at all where all of this is coming from but there’s a lot more where this is coming from.

Anyway, back to my life.

I realize that I often bite off more than I can chew and this is what exactly happened for the final assignment for 3DArtFundamentals. The assignment was to create a 1m lantern and I decided to make a “Chang E” lantern. And in conclusion, I should kill myself for birthing a monstrosity. Enough said.

Hypocrisy is a strange thing. It’s everywhere. It’s pervasiveness can only be matched by that of the numerous campaigns the gahmen has. Everyone is a hypocrite in one way or another and sometimes, I make myself sick.

I’ve been wanting to blog about this but laziness deters me so since I’m already here blogging, I should get it out of my system.

I’m proud of myself. I feel that I have changed a lot ever since I gained a certain amount of independence after a spat of unfortunate events which though being unfortunate in themselves, have granted me the chance to start over as a different me. Well, for one, I think that I have managed to overcome the inferiority complex I used to have back when I wasn’t so independent. So it comes back from time to time but it stays away for longer periods and when it does come, it is short-lived and I feel like I’m talking about me having menstruation. Right.

I’m also, as Joleen kindly points out, decisive. Something I wasn’t when I was, once again, less independent. This one scares me, but only because everything I buy now has become impulsive buys. If that doesn’t spell B-R-O-K-E, I don’t know what does. So maybe a car accident does but that broke refers to something else all together.

Channel5 is running CONAIR. For the humpteen time. It apparently doesn’t occur to them that absolutely nobody wants to watch a bunch of dudes on a plane trying to escape or whatnot.

We’re having DigitalEssentials now. Just ONE module in the morning, which leaves us a lot of free time in the afternoon to ~~eat, drink and have wild sex~~ do whatever we want. We all think it’s going to be fun but that’s just what we think. All of us went for DrawingEssentials thinking it would be fun and look what happened.

I should be going now before I start wailing that nobody understands me and all the angst bursts out in one beam and completely wrecks my room.

And remember kids, don’t bite off more than you can chew nor count your bleeding chicks before they hatch.

P.S – I’m looking for someone to help me with a new blogskin. Just a plain and simple one, similar to the current one. Just…newer. No images needed. Thanks in advance.

~~P.P.S – Please disregard the fore mentioned request cause it’s plain stupid and no one will help me do it. And this is not reverse-psychology . Okay. It is.~~

A Mini Mutiny

2007-08-07T13:26:00.000+08:00

Half the class had originally wanted to give Richard's lecture a skip. Well...He did say it was just consultation and nothing more. So he said. Having finally found seats, Chrystal received a call from Rina who said that Richard wanted us back in 15 minutes ~~or face a terrible fate~~ cause he had something important to say, which was apparently too important to be said over the phone. After 5 minutes of getting stuck in stasis about whether we should go back or not, we decided to go back anyway.

With an impending sense of doom we trudged our way back to from whence we just departed. So maybe I was the only one feeling like this but whatever. Well....If I were a lecturer, we would probably never pass the module ever. But that's just me.

It turns out this 'important' thing wasn't so important and got everyone kinda pissed cause we were hungry and what not.

Sitting there blanking out while he talked, I noticed something. His tone was kinda different in a way. And there was just something different about his mannerisms.

I had, for a moment, the strangest notion that maybe the lecturers are given a certain quota that they have to meet, like how many students they have to have during class. Maybe that's why he called us back. Which brings us back to why his tone and mannerisms changed. Perhaps he felt we didn't want to attend his class because of reasons related to that. Or maybe he finally realized he was being assholic and decided to turn over a new leaf. But in any case, it was just plain strange larh.

Whatever the case may be, I constantly remind myself that even lecturers are humans and have feelings too and that being people of lower authority, we should watch where the line is and keep it drawn there. Okay, I try to, but sometimes, I just really can't be bothered.

Evil.

Virgin Post

2007-08-06T14:13:00.001+08:00

It's my virgin post! And it so happens to be my 130th! So it's like my virgin 130th post and will most probably be the last. Unless I set up another blog and post periods till I hit the 130th post again. Then, it won't be a virgin 130th post. But then again, every post is a virgin post seeing how I only have ONE blog and no other blog. Or not?

Hoho, now that's for me to know and for nobody to find out.

Anyway, this is the very first, though it may not be that last, post from school. The lecturer is being an ass and the class is staging a rebellion. We absolutely REFUSE to start working on the concept nonsense. He wants to see it in like, wait, he wanted to see it 3 minutes ago, but nooooooooo, he went off to drink his God-knows-what tea and hasn't come back yet. With any luck he will never be coming back.

Maybe he choked on his tea or whatnot. Which is highly unlikely, but I won't rule out that possibility just yet. Maybe he tripped over his feet and rolled down the stairs or maybe a deranged pidgeon flew straight through his brain. I wanted to say 'crow' but I remembered that the gahmen had already killed them all. But I suspect they secretly kept some alive cause I was at Chinatown the not-so-other day and I spotted a few of them.

Digression is a dirty word.

'yay' injects Chrystal at this point, possibly a HUGE hint to ask me to move on. Either that or the notion that Richard [the lecturer] may never come back again is appealing not just to me but perhaps everyone.

We had intially wanted to escape but seeing how no one has anything to show him, I kinda influenced the rest to stay, band together, and not show him any work. I mean, what can he do? Okay, so he may die from a heart attack or something similar or maybe he would whip out a nail gun and shoot us in the heads. Or maybe he would go crazy and start setting fire to the class or maybe...

Okay, you get my drift. Whatever the case be, the best outcome would be him forgetting about the insiginificant us since we are just students and can't design anything to save our sorry asses.

Undead

2007-08-03T22:30:00.000+08:00

By the time anyone reads this, it would be too late. As it is, it is only by sheer chance that you get to read this post. There isn't any connection to the internet where I am now. My only hope is that someone finds and publishes this. This post is coming from Quantan. The door, the only way into my room, has been secured, but alas, how long it would hold, I have no idea.

Zombies. Everywhere. By the hordes. They came in during the low tide, out of the waters. Literally soaked to bones and covered with sea weeds and whatnot. A foul stench. They run fast, no like what we're used to seeing in the movies. Knocking off their heads doesn't work either. We were at our wit's end. Everyone panicked, running off in their own direction. I have no idea how many are left.

I only hope this warning gets out fast enough to warn the rest of the world. This is perhaps the end. They're tearing their way through the door. God bless. And run while you still can.

NYAHA. Not funny.

Seeeeeeeriously. I've just been really lazy to update. No one reads this blog anyway.

And now that I'm finally blogging, I would really like to update nobody but seeing how I've been gone for so long, such an update would take forever and forever isn't really what I have on my hands now. Had initially wanted to post the photographs I took while I was in Malaysia but laziness got the better of me, as always.

Anyway. In a nutshell, I have been really busy lately, with lots of cutting of mounting boards and whatnot. They're so expensive and we need so many pieces of them it's like we're literally cutting up money. And don't get me started on measuring them. Goodness.

On ther other hand, we're doing 3DArtFundamentals which happens to be a hell lot of fun. So far, we have been messing with clay, paper making and PlasterOfParis. Of which, here is a little joke.

A woman was attending a wine tasting convention in France. Having drunk a drop too much, the drunken her fell over the balcony. After the whole accident, she swore never to get plastered in Paris again.

Hoho. Get it? No one thinks it's funny. But I do. Maybe that's because I'm a nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore, I'm perfect. Hoho. Wow, two 'Hoho's in a paragraph, now make that three. How quaint is that?

Lack of sleep makes people do and write strange things.

Oh right. I realised that somehow, I feel that I'm getting more and more stupid, so to say. Not that I can seeing how I'm a nobody and you know, perfect and all. Probably due to the lack of intellectual activities. Am thinking the maybe blogging might help so I shall try to blog as much as possible. Not that anyone really cares.

Now that GhostWhisperer is over, I shall promptly retire to the comfort of my bed before I fall off my chair, asleep.

Chotto matte, tan ji dei. (Dilect for 'wait a while')
-WeiYen

Come Away

2007-06-12T16:45:00.000+08:00

Not that it matters, but I'll be away till Saturday night in a faraway place called Kuantan, a million miles away from civilisation. Soooooooo, not updates any time soon, not that I update regularly. Heh.

And seriously, I can't sketch to save my life especially anything that has to do with the human anatomy and I hope the bus doesn't crash or whatnot.

Bye. I love my family and friends and I hope God rests my soul. Please attend my funeral and enjoy the damned peanuts.

What was that for? Just in case.

The Chronicles Of Joleen The Weird

2007-06-06T00:38:00.000+08:00

Here's a little conversation we had on MSN the other day.

Jo: ooooooooop. That's to stress it's really out of point.

[We shortened 'out of point' to 'oop']

Me:...

Jo: Like many "outs".

Me: Riiiiight. Okay. You're bored.

Jo: Yeah. OH MY GOD YOU CAN ACTUALLY TELL!!?!?!? Damn I suck at pretending I'm not >: ( Okay I AM bored.

Me: Okay, that was strange.

Jo: It's not strange, Joleen is just bored. Did you manage to get anything from the bookfair?

Me: Nope, the stuff were frigging expensive. Those that I wanted anyway.

Jo: I thought it was supposed to be cheap cos it's a book fair! So maybe they should organise a book unfair, then it'll be cheap. Okay, sorry, bored.

Me: WTH!?! That goes into my blog. Like, totally.

Jo: YOU SEE! It's you you you! You make me say weird things.

Me: NOOOOOOOOO! That's just cause you're weird!

Jo: You trigger my innermost-weird-self, so it's still you.

Me: ... That's weird and that's coming from you so I insist that you're weird in a stand alone way.

Jo: ... ... You gave me 3 dots, I give you back 6.

Me: Now THAT'S weird. Only from a weird mind.

Jo: Sherwin, I'm not weird, just BORED. All hail boredom! *bows kowtows bows kowtows* oop

Me: YES! oop.

Jo: Actually I think it's more of ooop cos I think it's more than just oop so it's like, ooop. Yeah. Okay shut up Joleen.

Me: Yes. LOL!

Jo: I bet your "yes" was a reply to the "ooop", not the "shut up Joleen" part.
I'm so right. :D

Me: Okay, how much you want to bet, cause I'd win. HOHO!

Jo: Erm... We'll bet with dots?

Me: LOL! Okay.

Jo: If I lose, I'll give you a whole convo filled with dots.

Me: I bet 10 dots. Okay, you lose.

Jo: Haiyah, I'll give it to you anyway.

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[exact number of dots she gave]

Enough?

Me: LOL. Yeah.

Jo: Okie dokes :D

Me: You're slightly crazy. No, scrap that, totally crazy.

Jo: Erm, weird and crazy are not synonyms of bored you know. Is synonyms the right word? Okay I think it is.

Me: They're not, but they're related.

Jo: ... TEEE HEEE HEEEEEE. Okay, whatever. I'm going to have dinner. It's 8pm SCREAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Ttyl (:

Me: Okeydokes. Don't choke.

Jo: Won't. Say, "Don't fall asleep."

Me: Okay. Don't fall asleep or watch Species or AnimalPlanet or whatnot. Ttyl =)

Jo: HAHAHAHAHAHA ALRIGHT LA

[Convo kept exactly to original save puncutations and whatnot. Put them together to make reading easier. How nice of me.]

And today, we had PastaMania for dinner and I wanted peanut ice-cream.

Me: Peanut ice-cream?

Jo: NOOOO! You want me to do a Merlion is it?

Me: What? Shoot lasers out of your eyes?

Okay. We're so WTH-ish.

I want the AgnesB. tote. Hint.

And salsa really rocks. The dip, not the dance. I'm snacking during ungodly hours and I'm fat. Someone shoot me. NOW.

Konvicted

2007-06-01T20:40:00.000+08:00

It was a flop, as floppy as DolnaldTrumps hair.

Jo told me that YongKang told her that they sold 500+ tickets. Of the 500+, say, less than a 1/5 of them turned up. Chances are, the rest probably decided to collectively lose their tickets and not turn up for the event. Either that or they all got lost in the maze that is FortCanning while attempting to get there. Hey, it isn't funny. For all you know, they could still be roaming FortCanning trying to get there. They could roam FOREVER! LOST, WAILING PEOPLE THAT WOULD DIE LOST AND BECOME LOST, WAILING SOULS DOOMED TO ROAM FORTCANNING FOR ETERNITY!

Okay. They probably had something else on and decided that Konvicted wasn't their top piority.

In any case, I got to know new people so I suppose the money spent on the ticket wasn't in vain. It also opened my eyes to a lot of things, of which would likely become cannon fodder for the CannonOfGossip. I can only say the the education system in friggin sunny island Singapore has failed to such a great extent they should just stop operating. It's saddening for me to say this...

NOT!

Anyhow, pictures that don't really speak, much less a thousand words, from Konvicted.

Me and Jo.

Lina and I. And that's grape juice she's holding, not Chivas with coke.

Me and Jo. Again.

Lina and I. Again. But with no grape juice.

Me and my BFFs from TP in all our unglam-ness. All of us have similar glasses - black, retangular and what-not. How cool is that? Very.

Outing

2007-05-28T23:51:00.000+08:00

I'm touched. No, not literally if that's what you were thinking. My class, for which I've known for less than a month, celebrated by birthday with me! It's not that I don't feel anything when people celebrate my birthday but it's the fact that I've only known them for barely half a month.
So maybe the church would have celebrated with me as well if I didn't tell them that I didn't want to celebrate my birthday but it feels different when you celebrate it with people you've known for months and with people you barely know in comparison.

They bothered! They could have chosen not to be they did. Happy~

THANKS Y'ALL!

And thanks to everyone who took time to wish me.

Here's it in a nutshell.

Met up with Gerald, ShiHui, Chrystal, Viv at CityHallMRT and decided to have lunch at NYDC at Suntec, where WuChong, WeiYen, Dawn, SiHui and JY joined us. Dawn, SiHui and JY bought me a shirt from Volcom, totally unexpected. And they bought me a cake! Not that I'm fond of cakes but the thought really counts!

And then I met up with Jo and WenAn. Jo "made" me cake, a pretty bottle and a card. Cool beans. Headed for Vivo. SHOPPING! But it was sad. There were quite a few things that I wanted, but they didn't have it in my size. Yes, that's how blarrdy fat I am. Blegh.

We had dinner ar Carl'sJr where Jo made a really funny comment. We were talking about how my churchmates all looked really young and she said:

"Everyone looked so young even the baby looked like it was unborn."

I had problem getting back my head that was already halfway to AMK.

Oh, and before I forget, I want to thank someone else.

I present:

THE CHRONICLES OF EMO BIRD

Going out with May later. Can't wait~

Holidays

2007-05-27T01:51:00.000+08:00

If I haven't already mentioned, it's the end of the first block and this means it's the holidays! For the design school only though. Heh.

I have no idea how I'm going to survive the next 2 blocks. As it is, 1 block is like hell already. And without breaks in between, you tell me how to sleep?

I think it's really sad that people think that poly students have it easy. Seriously. So I've mentioned it before but everytime people pass comments, maybe unintentionally, but it irks me to no end. Jo was telling me how her friend makes really stupid comments about us slacking around and doing nothing. Well, here's my response:

STFU mate~

Okay, that was uncalled for.

I'm not so sure about the other schools but here in design, we have it bad. I have no idea how to put down into words the things we've gone through the past month, but I've never done anything close to what I've gone through before.

I get the feeling that I'm on the receving end of condescendence when I tell people who are not in design about stuff. Maybe I should carry a banana around cause condescendence deserves a stab with a banana. And when I'm done stabbing people, I can eat it. Conversely, if I carried a fork, I wouldn't be able to eat it. But that's besides the point.

I propose that everyone be put through different forms of education! At least for a week, so that everyone gets to share everyone's misery. You know what they say, misery loves company. But that's just me. Our very wise and rich gahmen will never allow it, too time comsuming. And when time is consumed, them moolah goes down the drain as well. You know what they say, time is money. I shouldn't be talking to much bout the gahmen. The next thing you know,the secret police will be dragging me away to a cesspit and leaving me there to rot.

Speaking of the secret police, there's someone working for TemasekHoldings ie, gahmen's money making machine, in my Japanese class. So the teacher was asking what a few of us thought of Singapore and I was telling May we had better say good things or she'll call the secret police.

I think I'm mean.

-Mum:What do you want to drink?
Me: Anything
Mum: There's no such thing as Anything.
Me: Oh now they do.
[potential conversation]

To Whom It May Concern

2007-05-27T00:21:00.000+08:00

Ight.

Here's to:

Whoever took the time to remeber and to whoever cared to wish.

=D

Didn't want to celebrate for some reason. Hated the notion it this year, but I'm glad that people remembered. Even those that I have just made friends with, they remembered! How cool is that!

Here it is once again:

Thanks!

-You know what I wish for? A seperation of the nation that is "SpareTire" HAHA! In short, a miracle.

Hibernation

2007-05-23T21:34:00.000+08:00

Ight. Busy busy.

I think many people have misconceptions that poly students have it easy. Well let me tell you, whoever said that must have been seeing pigs fly around, cause it just ain't the case.

On the contrary, I've been kept on my toes since the start of the block, so much so that I think I lost a toe and didn't notice. Hey, can't blame me, too much work to bother. Though the other classes have it waaaaaaaaaay worse than mine. It'll be my turn soon anyway.

Ahhh...The devil that is DrawEss.

It's like the holidays in a sense - sleep late everyday. The difference is, instead of sleeping at 3am and waking up at 6pm, you sleep at 3am and wake up at 6am.

Perhaps the only solace is in the fact that there's only 2 days more of what seems like hell to go through before the holidays. And I swear, I will go into hibernation. And if anyone disturbs my sleep, God help me I will smack the person so hard his ancestors will feel dizzy.

Oh right, and solace in Lily too! In case you didn't already know, Lily is my MacBook that my dad bought for me recently. And it's black too. And yes, my IpodNano is also called Lily but they have different middle names, Lily Diabolique and Lily Blaque.

And the GSS is coming soon. Time to start saving.

Oh well. I shouldn't be blogging but what the hell, I need a blarrdy break.

Ight. I'm off!

- Thanks, bye, see you again!

Peanut Butter And Mango

2007-05-22T00:25:00.000+08:00

ShiHui just told be I got a [expletive deleted] B+ for my first poster.

And I'm upset.

So I'm having a peanut butter sandwich now to comfort myself. And I had a mango before that.

Both Joleen and May says it's good enough already. But I was hoping for an A.

AHHHHHHH!

[expletive deleted] it! I'm going to have myself another mango.

Escapades

2007-05-19T00:26:00.000+08:00

A lot of things have been happening and as such, I really have no time to blog regularly. Not that it was ever regular to begin with, but still.

School's being an ass with loads of assignments with ever-looming deadlines; so much so that I forsook sleep just on Wednesday so that I could add stuff to my poster. And it wasn't like I didn't have a choice or something, I CONSCIOUSLY chose to forsake sleep just so that my poster will look better. It was already 4am when I made that decision and I don't regret it.

Passion. Makes a hell lot of a difference doesn't it? Imagine. If I had gone to a JC instead, I swear, I will never for the life of me choose to stay up just to better an assignment. Oh well.

Shall post a picture of my poster up after I eventually decide to upload them when I'm not feeling lazy ~~,which will be never~~.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Why Jack? Why not Leonardo or James? Don't know. Okay, out of point.

Anyway, despite all the work, there were days when I was free and managed to catch a breather even if it was just for a few hours. Some pictures!

Joleen and me

Clarke Quay

KingKong-a-DingDing

Me and Lina

Yup. So just these few. I intially had like a photo-ful entry planned out but I deleted the photos by accident. Don't ask.

There was an "outing" to ArtFriend today though there aren't any photos. But woah, Jo and I laughed till our sides ached.

BADLY.

---OMG Sherwin Koh.

Okay there are a few funny things that happened today. Sherwin and I went to town after CCN to get all my art materials. I lugged the A2 drawing block all over town, ridiculous. Arty Farty [self denial] - NOT!

Okay so here goes.

Sherwin: The MOS party was really horrible.
>Me: Why?
Sherwin: You know I was wearing the Puma pullover, the red one?
Me: Oh yes.
Sherwin: I looked like a sore thumb amongst everyone else because every one was wearing shirts!
Me: SOUR PLUM!?!?!?!?!?!

-cracks up

Sherwin: SORE THUMB!!!!
Me: I heard sour plum.
Sherwin: Yeah and I was feeling so sour I went upstairs and I started throwing coasters down.
-cracks up again

Sherwin: Yeah it was so crowded everyone on the dancefloor were just vibrating.

-I could have been dead by then.

Me: I imagined a sulky sour plum throwing coasters.
Me: So, you threw coasters all night?
Sherwin: No. I ran out of them.

WTF

Sherwin: Kee Jan always wears this shirt with the China collar.
Me: You know why?
Sherwin: Why?
Me: It's to complement his pony tail.

CRACKS

Sherwin: Kee Jan says purple is a psychedelic colour and he always gets his facts wrong.
Me: Like?
Sherwin: Like he said Romeo and Juliet was set in the 60's.
Me: I thought it was like centuries ago.
Sherwin: Yeah, 15th century.
Me: Oh wait, you mean people knew how to talk at then?

Okay final straw, I almost died laughing

We were talking about catridge paper.

Sherwin: Maybe I should get cartridge paper. So my painting wouldn't curl up.
Me: Cartridge paper is just acid free you should get thicker paper.
Sherwin: I thought cartridge paper is treated!
Me: Yes but it just makes sure that your drawing won't turn yellow 500 years later.
Sherwin: Yeah then 500 years later people would ask, you mean people knew how to talk back then?

Okay whatever!---

Citations: Joleen (2007, May, 18). OMG Sherwin Koh. Retrieved May 18, 2007, from http://deception-point.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-sherwin-koh.html

Hah! Take that, Citations APA Style!

This is what too much COMDi does to you.

As Promised!

2007-05-11T21:42:00.000+08:00

Okay. So after an eternity of no updates, here it is, the special post as promised. How exciting!

This is me. And my best friend of forever, May. Makes you wonder why I chose such an unglam picture of me, but I really sums up what our friendsip is all about. It's CRA-ZEH! All the silly little things we did. FUN!

And here's us again. With Mr.JellyBeans from CandyEmpire. The jellybeans go a long way back, when we'd go to the airport on the premise of studying, only to end up with tons of candy from the well, candy shop and spending the whole remainder of the day picking out the bad jelly beans. And when I say bad, it was REALLY bad.

So you might be wondering why it took so long for me to post pictures of myself. Well.....~~LAZINESS!~~ I intially didn't really want to post pictures of myself for fear of I don't know, people coming across my blog and going "Hey! It's that guy from school. I don't know him but I've seen him around school, so I shall read his blog and find out what kind of sick person he is." or worse "WAH!! He's damned ugly larh. Still dare put pictures of himself online worh" But I've gotten over it already. Ugly then ugly lorh. They can say whatever they want to.

And here's a solo shot of me:

Scroll down....

SEX-SEH!

Sorry, I just had to do that.

Happy Birthday

2007-04-30T01:26:00.000+08:00

So. Happy birthday to May! And Linda! One year older and hopefully, one year wiser. =D

We had an outing today, a birthday celebration yeah? Had dinner at Sizzler's which rocked. If you hate salads, you should try their salad bar, which totally rocks. And the soup, the mushroom soup, if you love fungus soup, you'd love theirs. Following which, we wanted to catch a movie but alas, NightmareDetective's M18.

Instead, we headed for the arcade at J8, where May and LiNing won enough sweets to drown someone in and stuffed toys that were not-so-cute, but fluffy. Fluffy beats no-so-cute.

I swear, the next time we're there I'm so going to buy myself the SanGoKuShiTaiSen starter pack and user ID card. And there was this guy who was damned good, it was like "BAM! BAM!" and he won the match, in less than a second. h3 i5 t3h L33t00R5. Plus, he throws away cards of which I managed to get hold of. One of the three I saw him throw anyway. One went to Jonadab and the other to this strange kid that went around the entire arcade pressing the "coin eject" button probably in hopes of getting a free game or two.

Anyway, despite it not being a special occasion of any sort, watch out for the next post. Something special. ~~MORE SEXY PICTURES OF ME!~~

P.S - And May san, this is so old, but congrats on surviving your 16th brithday and making it to your 17th. Remember our promise yeah? =D

Oh Life, Thou Art Biast II

2007-04-27T17:26:00.000+08:00

You know life is biased when

You leave the people whom you have been working for for more than 6 years just to get married back home to someone you don't love.

You drag your ass back there only to have the wedding get called off by the very person who wanted to you get married in the first place, and it ain't some random stranger, it's your MOM. Instead, she wants you to marry some rich, old, dying, geezer who has not-so-occasional spasms.

You could run away, it's an option. If only your mom hadn't already locked you in the house and possibly taken away everything that you would need to get away.

To top things off, your employer can't do anything to get you out because they already employed someone new and has a contract with this new employee for the next 2 years.

That's the predicament my previous domestic helper is in.

Sucks.

Of Links II

2007-04-24T20:16:00.000+08:00

I figured it's stupid so I've decided. Instead of waiting for people to tag, I shall put them links of blogs that update regularly.

WORLD PEACE!

Camp Radical

2007-04-20T23:56:00.000+08:00

It all starts with yours truly trudging his way to school. Takes an hour and a half to get my ass there. And I'd have to admit, it's been forever since I've woken up at such an, seemingly, ungodly hour. The time I awoke was the time I've been been going to sleep ever since I stopped working.

Day1, Tuesday

Arrived in school round 8.30am? I wasn't really sure how long it would take me to get there so I figured I'd rather be early than late. [Duh?] Met up with Jill and YuYan after they arrived. Stood around waiting for further instructions and for entertainment to keep our friend Boredom at bay, there were seniors cheering all around us.

What's-her-name, as it appears, is in design as well. Right, Rahimah. She now sports a moehawk and though perspiring profusely, she continused to sit under the sun. Smart much. Either she was really tired and desperatedly need to rest her legs or she mistook sunlight for limelight.

Moving on, it was at this point that I got to meet Christine, a friend of Nat whom Jill met during one of her churh's events. Was estatic after finding out that she was in the same course as me. A fellow course mate! On the first day! And the first friend I made! It's like a triple whammy.

As it turned out, it took a million years before everyone could get registered, no thanks to an evident lack of planning. Okay, maybe the lack of space played a big part as well but whatever.

With everything done, we freshies, as the seniors like to call us, were whisked away to the auditorium where cheers were forced upon us in a attempt to get us all hyped-up and stuff. I swear, it felt like forever in there. Kept checking my watch while willing time to pass quickly but alas, 2 minutes seemed like a light year.

It's like the what's-it-called song...Right, Unchained Melody.
-And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much~~

Yeah, at that point in time, the only thing it did was making my jaw sink lower and lower by the second. Okay, that and bringing whatever little IQ I have right down into the negatives.

Moving on, the director of TP's Design school, Mosese gave a talk. It was a long one, 1 hour and 45 minutes to be exact but it was entertaining, mainly because he was really funny, though really agressive as well. The whole talk was just filled with digressions and if they where removed, it would have taken him what? 10 minutes? 15 caps.

Apparently, in poly, we don't call our lecturers MrX/MsX/MrsX/MdmX. We call them by name. So every time we answer Moses's questions we go "Yes Moses" which makes it sound as though we were speaking to THE Moses and if anything went wrong, he would call forth something horrible upon us. Was half expecting him to part the BedokReservior but that didn't happen.

Anyway, it was followed by games of which I had zero interest in. Started with run of the mill icebreakers. Then lunch, followed by a brainstorming session which was a REAL eye opener. Our empire was Vader and sub-empire, Vader[T] so we had to come up with a name starting with T [no shit]. Names such as toilet, toothbrush, toothpaste, teletubies etc were thrown out. I was shell-shocked, so much so that I stood there, my flabber? Gasted. They settled on Toilet. Seriously? No comments.

Well, it was changed later, possibly to my greatest relief, to Twiggy! Yay! Thanks to Sheryl. Seriously, smart much. Was thinking "Why not Tyra?" but Twiggy rocks anyhow.

Next? More games, outdoor games. So being the evil me, I prayed for rain and true enough, rain came shortly after and the seniors had no choice but to throw us back into the prison that is the auditorium, where we were taught some hand signals to some TP song. No idea if that's the school school song though. In any case, anything's better than games.

That lasted for quite a bit and after what seemed like an enternity, they decided to let us go. I never felt such relief in my life. Okay, overstatement, scrap that. I haven't felt such relief ever since I got my O Level results back. Right. It was like I was freed from something akin to a torture chamber.

I felt so drained, mentally, emotionally, physically etc. And there was this emptiness in me that I've never experienced before like my very soul was sucked out.

Oh well.

Day2, Wednesday

Reached school REAL early. So I thought I was going to be late when I woke up so I decided to cab to school. Since it was rush hour, I was sort of expecting long queues and a complete lack of cabs but as it turned out, I was wrong. Was wondering why it was so till I got on the cab and saw that the $2 surcharge had already kicked in.

Not surprisingly, though there was an excess of cabs, there was a massive jam on the expressways. It happened that we were in the same lane as an obviously undecisive driver who couldn't well, decide, if he wanted to change lane or not. Either that, or he just didn't have the guts to change lanes which really makes you wonder why he was even granted his license in the first place. As a direct result of his indecisiveness, it allowed for other cars to cut into our lane which really didn't help with the jam at all.

The driver eventually cracked and started sprouting vulgarities in dialect of which I completely didn't understand. So when his sentences ended in a raised pitch, I assumed he was directing questions at me so I just went "Haha" in very half-assed manners.

$16. That's what it cost me. Vulgarities, and lots of time to kill. I could have done it for free, but whatever.

I can't really recall every single thing we did but it was quited a relaxed day compared to the day before. Sat around playing games and the like, followed by brainstorming for a perfomance item and a design for our flag, both of which revovled around our group name, Twiggy. Our performance was a model show sort of thing like ANTM and our flag's a picture of Twiggy.

Then it was lunch. We were sent to out caregroups to have lunch with our care leaders. But when I finally out the room I was supposed to go to, there wasn't anyone there. Same thing for Enn. So we were told to have lunch together at the Design canteen where I got to know a few friends. Really cheerful people, and I would mention their names if only I could remember them. When lunch was done, we went up to their bunks and so happened, a care group came in and it was for VSC. So I joined them even though I wasn't sure if they were the right group. Oh well.

Then there was a human table soccer match.

It was at this point that I talked to Joleen. Think we clicked quite well. And it was the first time I was talking as myself and not through the guy I didn't like. At all.

The day ended for me after the treasure hunt, which was really screwed up cause all the clues were placed at all the wrong places. And because I didn't stay over, I left when they headed for Sentosa. Apparently, quite a bit happened there. They weren't all good but it was fuel for more conversation the next day.

The Next Day

Day3, Thursday

Pretty much a slow day, with nothing much going on compared to the first day. Probably so cause everyone was shagged after coming back at 4am the day before.

Had mass dance in the morning, which was quite fun, got to know Lina and a few others better. Got partnered up with Lina which wasn't bad at all. Gossiped a lot.

After which, our really nice sub-empire heads bought lunch for us. McDonalds.

Then it was to the auditorium for more cheers and stuff. The whole session was led by some alumni. It was all for the Final Clash that was coming up and like before, it was quite painful. Not surprisingly, it came as a relief when we were sent to meet our lecturers. All the lectures of VSC gave a small talk about what he/she will be teaching. Introductions and stuff.

Pretty much the end of the day for me, the rest still had performance day to go through.

Last Day, Friday

The last day! Was gearing up to get it over and done with. Reached school early. Everyone had just gotten up and were just going for breakfast so I followed the guys to Cheers located in the Business block which I realised, is far. Like far. Very far. While walking through the school, Farhan and KS were doing the Business tei cheer and I was so afraid we wouldn't make it out alive but evidently, we did.

Gathered for games and the like. All of us got camo-paint thing to make us look fierce or something to that effect and it was really fun to see how people painted their faces some by themselves others for each other. Quite cool.

With our faces coloured, we were dismissed for lunch. Joey, Joleen, Lina, Christine and I headed for Cheers thinking maybe we could get lunch there. Cup noodles were on my mind, but alas, it was packed with students, design students. Practically everyone was colour-coded. Each school has their own shirt, Design's being a dark turquoise of sorts. Fancy design students going, "dark green". If my memory serves me right, AS[AppliedScience] had shirts that were reseda [go search that up], an aubergine shade for Engineering, bright yellow for Business and dark ultramarine for IT. I think... So, it was really easy to tell the Cheers was packed with students from Design school. Had drinks, that's all.

Moving on, we gathered for a little talk by Moses. He had us write down what we wanted to acheive by the end of the first year. A stunt that didn't surprise me. What I was thinking was that after we wrote them down, he would have us keep them and then at the end of the year, we'd have to remember to open them letters to see if we had done them. What surprised me was that he collected them instead of just leaving it with us. Cool.

Okay, so I'm not sure bout the chronology, if we had lunch first or the talk first but whatever. Let's just move on.

FINALCLASH!

Moved to the stadium for part one of the FinalClash. It was like a poly version of SportsDay, except most of the events were games. Being the smallest school, we were allocated the least space, space enough for approximately 2 hippopotamuses. We were literally shoulder to shoulder. Pretty much sucked. Everyone was perspiring so it wasn't a surprise that it was humid. Any more humid and I would have drowned.

Jo was nodding off half of the time while the other half was spent standing and sitting standing and sitting. Every time there was a cheer, someone would go mental and start screaming "STAND UP! STAND UP! LOUDER!" Gosh, the last time I saw such enthusiasm was when currypuffs were going for 50cents at OldChangKee. I joined in anyhow, though with not as much zest. Moved to BedokReservior for the Regatta after that, where lots of cheers, shouting, dancing and whatnot ensured. At the end of it all, Design school won Best Spirited, exactly what Moses wanted.

Strolled back to school where we were debriefed by the seniors and Moses. He ended his speech by telling us how its customary that the freshies group hugged. So we gathered in the center though many of us already knew something was going to happen. Was standing with Jo, Lina and Joey intially and they conspired, so to say, to run away. Jo and Joey made it out but alas, Lina and I were pushed back into the center by those oblivious to what was going to happen next.

Then it happened, water came pouring down ~~by the gallons, drowing many of us~~. The water stinked, smelt of vomit. It was really stupid of them so pull a stunt like this. They never considered that there were people who didn't have spare clothes with them, ie. me, and that some people stayed real far from TP, ie. me and that some of us had electronic devices in our pockets ie. me. Couldn't sprout vulgarities. Gahhh.

Shared a cab with Jo simply cause I had no choice, I was completely soaked. Tsk. And the LTA should seriously do something about the lack of cabs in within a 100 miles of TP. It took forever to get a cab. Some smartass blatantly cut our queue and hopped on our cab. We where like "What the [expletive deleted]!" Some people. To think we were pitying him cause we thought we'd get a cab first. Blegh.

Judging by the way I've been talking about CampRad, you'd think it sucked. Acutally, it did quite a bit but that's isn't the point. The point is, though I'd never thought I'd say this, it was actually fun and I enjoyed it for the most of it. Come to think of it, I actually LIKED the "chicken wings up" cheer. Don't say nothing.

What started out as an obligation turned out to be not-so-obligation-ish and I wouldn't care less if they told me I didn't fulfill my APEL or if I found out that those who didn't attend got the credit...Okay, I would. In fact, I'd blow up so bad Hiroshima would be thankful that they got FatMama, or whatever it was called that ended WWII, instead.

Though I wouldn't attend the camp if you told me it wouldn't the affect fulfillment of APEL or if I would still get the damned credit if I didn't go, I would if you told me about the friends I'd make if I went. All of which would be quite impossible seeing how nobody really knows and as Moses puts it, hindsight is always better than foresight. Or whatever it was that he said.

PHOTOS!

Our flag! How cool's that?

Human table soccer.

Human table soccer too. Yay puns!

Twiggies with GL, Eunice. The one with the dyed hair? She's hawt larh.

"Let my people go!"

Twiggies!

Before group hug.

After group hug.

More here. Save for the first 2 photos, all others credited there as well.

One word: ROXXORS! If that's even a word.

Lina: Hey Sherwin!
Me: Hey what?
Lina: Introduce yourself!
Me: No way!
Lina: Introduce yourself!Me: Okay...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
Hi I'm Sherwin, I say "Hi"!
6, 7, 8 , 9, 10,
Back it up and meet my friend,
Hey Lina!

-Lina

A game brought to you by Lina. For more enquires on how to go about doing this, ask me! Or her. Haha.

School

2007-04-15T23:54:00.000+08:00

Life, or the lackthereof, at TP will be starting tomorrow, ie. a few minutes away. I was intially looking forward to it, well, a little anyway, but alas how the tide has turned.

It was a nice day, yes it was, till two seniors from TP stepped up at my door the other day, telling me how there will be a camp thing starting tomorrow.

Point: The author, ie. me, doesn't like orientations.

Point: The author, ie. me, doesn't like camps.

Point: ATOMIC BOMB ON HIROSHIMA!

I brood a lot, and I fear this will be the last time you will be hearing from me and the last time I will have the sweet satisfaction of hitting the PUBLISH button. Wish me luck cause at this point, I sure need all the luck I can get.

Of Links

2007-04-15T21:16:00.000+08:00

~~In a desperate attempt to garner tags on my tagbox~~ To prevent whatever little redaership I have from dropping further, I have removed all links from my blog! It gets on my nerves when I click on a link only to find that the last entry's dated BC2000.

So...If you want your link up again, drop me a tag and it shall be done.

_{Disclaimer, this is actually just a stupid ruse to see who reads my blog.}

Random Thoughts XIII

2007-04-14T02:07:00.000+08:00

WORLD PEACE!

Sorry, I just had to do that.

Good Friday, Nameless Saturday And Easter Bunny Sunday

2007-04-09T00:58:00.000+08:00

Good Friday

So we commemorated Good Friday on well, Friday. I for one feel that Good Friday shouldn't be called as so simply cause TGIF exists. It's like, every Friday is good so technically all Fridays are Good Fridays. Instead, it should be Holy Friday or The-Day-Jesus-Christ-Died-For-Our-Sins Friday or Jesus's Friday or His Friday or instead of "Thank God it's Friday" it should be "Thank God for this Friday" so it would be TGFTF rather than TGIF. Of course, TGFTF can only be used on Good Friday.

And by the way, one COMMEMORATES Good Friday. You don't celebrate when someone as important as The Saviour of the World dies. Okay, maybe you would seeing how it saved us and all but you can celebrate all you want on Easter Sunday. Suppose a little mourning for the death of someone important wouldn't kill. Maybe it will when tears cause a flood but that's a story for another day.

Three Ellen DeGeneres cheers for digression! KAKAKAKAKA! ³

To the point!

Went out with May and Linda just before service on Friday and watched The Reaping right after having lunch at SecretRecipe. It was a really confusing show which left us asking a very fundamental question even at the end: "So...Was Loren good or evil?" It's like watching a HarryPotter potter moive and asking if Harry's good or evil. So maybe is was our fault that we didn't catch the last few sentences that we all think is the crux to understanding the whole story but Father Costigan[Stephen Rea] was mumbling! Surely 4 pairs of ears, including ZhiMing's who has also watched it, would have caught what he was saying if he wasn't mumbling.

One would also think the 10 Biblical Plagues of Egypt would play the most important role in the show seeing how practically all the advertisements advocate them as being the crux of the show and how God channels His wrath through them. Yet, it only takes up less than 15 minutes of screen time which translates as less than 15.625% of the entire show. But whatever.

And I think Loren [AnnaSophia Robb] looks like a cross between DakotaFanning and ScarlettJohansson. She's preeeetty.

DakotaFanning

AnnaSophiaRobb

ScarlettJohansson

Anyhow, our outing was followed by Good Friday service at UncleD's house. Was like normal service except we weren't in church. Followed by acrade! With ZhiMing, HweeSheng and Melloo. May wasn't there for service and arcade though, she had to go home.

Nameless Saturday

Went back to TA for YI. Had quite a lot of fun. It was good to see everyone again though there were new faces. Played games, listened to a message, worshipped, had dinner, the usual nine yards. Games were fun, had to think quite a bit about the strategy but who likes mindless games anyway? Oh right. I do. Not always though. Okay, maybe quite a bit...GAHH! Whatever.

From the C to the R to the A-Z-Y, Hannah's CRAZY! Like completely mental. I used to think her demure, quiet and the like. But alas, she's not. Craziness in a good and fun way though. Haha.

EasterSunday

Easter Sunday was spent at ToaPaYoh park right from 7.30am. Had sunrise service there though by the time I reached [I was the earliest], the sun had risen already. Oh well. Had service, played games etc etc.

Games meaning sports which I'm not really fond of due to certain reasons that I have no wish to elaborate upon. Sadly, the reason was in play, no puns intended. I tried harder than I normally would but I suppose, maybe, it wasn't enough. Either that or I just wasn't good enough. DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Used to it anyhow.

Lunched at KouFu at the hub followed up by a visit to the library then LAN gaming at some LAN shop [well duh?] which required us to be members which I felt was stupid. It appears they belong to some club and have to be accountable for the peoples inside and if caught without membership, the person will be fined $400, if i remember correctly, and I ask, how often does that happen?

Oh well. Happy days. School's starting next week and frankly, I can't wati for it to start. I'm dreading school already. Ahhh...Irony, Misery's best friend.

How do I know what's real?
Faith.

Random Thoughts XII

2007-04-03T23:23:00.000+08:00

Milk: I'm good for you.

Calcium Supplement: Oh yeah?

Milk: Yeah.

Calcium Supplement: Hmm..How so?

Milk: I give people strong bones and teeth.

Calcium Supplement: Yeah? So do I.

Milk: But I'm still better than you.

Calcium Supplement: Damned straight. You're cheaper than me, expire earlier, make people fat, cause allergic reactions to many people. What do I have to compare with you?

Milk: Look on the bright side...Erm...You cause stones.

Calcium Supplement:....

Moral of the story: Milk can't handle sarcasm.

The Point System Of Life

2007-04-02T20:20:00.000+08:00

Nat and I were chatting online when he suddenly spoke of a point system that everyone has. Well, metaphorically anyway. But it's very valid.

Right from the ~~horse's mouth~~ the man, here it is:

"I think God gave each of us a certain amount of points to spend on people, and it varies with everyone. It's up to us who we want to give it to, and the theoratical maximum would be 100 for the number of points you give to a friend. Note that 100 points does not necessarily mean love, it could also mean best friend status. Although it would be a different kind of love then, friendship lovey dovey stuff. So yup..

When you find you run out of points, and say you meet some one new, subconciously, the points you gave to someone in the past would be placed here instead. I do believe it really is possible for a person to have a finite number of friends. I mean, friends you keep in touch with because, everyone can have just so much time."

It's thought provoking, ain't it?

Interesting enough to note, we toyed around with that "theory" and eventually came to a conclusion, based on what we see in reality, that the number of points a person can give varies. As such, I can have a 1 000 points yet you can have 1 000 000 points to give and maybe someone unfortunately enough, or fortuantely enough as some might promptly add, may just have 10 points. But no matter, for having only so much would surely mean that this person would have a few very close friends. ~~Either that or maybe no friends at all~~

To add on, the maximum number of points you can give to someone would be capped at a certain point. Say you give 10 points to A and 5 points to B, but that isn't your fault, or rather, A or B's faults because that's as much as you can give to the person/ that's as much as they can receive. It's like how a 500ml bottle can hold 500ml of water and a 1 liter bottle can hold 1 liter.

Then there are other factors such as the retainability of points a person has. Similar to the above analogy, there are holes in the bottles and slowly, but surely, the water will leak. It's as how the points will drain away as time goes by. And the problem is, the number of holes varies.

Bottle A [A]'s maximum number of points might be 10, yet, there may be 10 holes in it, whereas Bottle B [B] might have only 1. Hence comapratively, A will lose water at a faster rate than B will, obviously. Likewise, A's points might just decrease faster than B's. Though you have given A more points, A will lose it faster than B will. B will end up with more points than A eventually.

But no fear, for the points can be replaced just as water can be poured into a leaking bottle. Points can therefore, be mantained if the person pouring the water makes a conscious effort to continue doing so. It helps if the person doing so doesn't forget about the bottles and also actually bother to mantain the level of water. On the other hand, the bottle must, as strange as it sounds, try its best to retain as much water as possible as well. Takes more than a hand to clap no? [Wonder why people say it takes two hands to clap when you can clap by slapping your hand against your ass.]

Having to keep at bottle filled requires a hell lot of work, such as collecting the water that leaks and pouring it back into the bottle. Afterall, based on the points system, a person can only have so many points. In other words, should A lose the points given to him/her, the person who gave the points will get them back and "recycle" it. And sometimes, the rate of refilling drops. Perhaps due to the fatigue the water bearer works up, leading to a lost of will to continue. Maybe worse - the person just can't be bothered anymore.

So what happens when the water bearer fails to replace the water?

All the water will drain away lorh. Simple. Well...You could try investing the points again but that'll take time. Yet, for the points to have drained away thus far surely it indicates the person's nonchalance towards that person.

On a brighter note, it is logically possible to run out of water, by having many bottles of course. And also, it came to us that both logically and technically possible that a certain bottle would be able to retain more than its stated capacity. However, this only happens when a special someone's pouring the water. Hence comes about love between spouses.

Well, at least that's what we think. I suppose we would have a lot more to say if we were to think about it, but that has yet to happen. More where this comes from.

The Point System Of Life. What says you?

The Helper

2007-04-01T19:33:00.000+08:00

This is going to sound strange, but I miss my maid. Yeah. She has been with us for over 6 years already. And suddenly she's gone. There's like someone missing from in house.

I wanted to wake up early today to send her off but I overslept and when I woke up, it was like, 12 plus, nearing 1. So now I'm feeling slightly guilty for not evern saying "bye" to her. I feel sad when I think of the fact that I will probably never see her again. For some strange reason.

I'm so evil...

Remember complaining about how she's slow and stuff, I suppose it's is but human nature to take things for granted. Compounded by the fact that she really cares about us. She took the intiative to make, in bahasa indonesia, a small booklet for the new maid our idiosyncrasies and how the family likes things done etc.

Now my mum comes into the room to tell us that she discovered she doesn't really know how Poniah [her name] actually does things around the house. It makes things worse.

You know, it's really strange cause I keep thinking that I'm actually quite apathetic but right now, I'm trying not to cry... It makes me sad that I'm going to say "thank you auntie" and that there's not going to be a reply. It's upsetting that things won't be done the same anymore, that it wouldn't be the same irritating voice that wakes me up in the morning asking if I want lunch.

I pray that she adapts well back home. Though it sounds ironic, my mum told me she couldn't wait to come back here when she went back to visit last year. She's getting married, to whom I don't know, but I sure hope he's rich and nice of course. Pray that everything works out well for her.

Sad....

Thank you auntie.

CARRIE!

2007-03-31T00:16:00.000+08:00

Just came back from J8 with Linda and Melvin. We met after the Life concert at SAJC which wasn't that bad after all. The intial notion of being in a crowed place with people jumping up and down wasn't that appealing but it turned out to be okay.

Anyhow, came back home all shagged only to find a pleasant surprise that is Carrie. Yeah, the one and only Carrie who killed practically everyone at prom and eventually her mother. The one showing now's the 1976 adaptation though.

Directed by Brian De Pal and starring Sissy Spacek, John Travolta, Piper Laurie, Amy Irving, William Katt, Betty Buckley, Nancy Allen and P.J soles, Carrie tells the story of Carrie. [Yeah, no shit about that.] She finds out that she has telekenetic powers after getting teased in school when she has her first mensuration. Having a mentally unstable, Christian fundamentalist as a mother, she is unaware about the concept of puberty. [Her mother believes that its because Carrie commited a hideous sin that brought about her period]

Being a socially awkward girl in a ruthless society, Carrie's repressed and perpetually the butt of all jokes. Not surprisingly, having a sadistic, Christian fundamentalist as a mother who takes her religion too seriously, to the point of having no qualms about killing her own daughter, doesn't really help at all.

She finally pops at the prom when Chris[Nancy Allen] and her friends decide to have the ballots fixed, have her win prom queen and topple pigs' blood over her when she's on stage, turning the hall into a small little piece of hell for everyone. Everyone expect Sue dies. The sad thing was, she didn't see that MissCollins, Tommy and Sue and practically the rest of the people were actually shocked that something like this had happened, contrary to her imagination where everyone was laughing at her. She then proceeds to burn all of them.

She gets home still soaked in pigs' blood only to get stabbed by her very own mother. Carrie rolls down the stairs and snaps yet another time, sending kinves and all manner of kitchen utensils into her mother. Aptly enough, and perhaps ironically enough, her mother was pinned in in such a way that made her look like she was crucified just as Christ was. Coming back to reality, Carrie realises what she has done. Mad at herself, she unconciously brings the house down while trying to save her mother, dragging herself and her mother, after getting the knives off her hands of course, into the prayer room, where they both ended up getting crushed to death.

Moral of the story?

Never pour pigs' blood on a socially repressed girl who has telekenetic powers.

I actually find this version better than the 2002 version, in which Carrie doesn't die at the end but escapes when her mother tries to drown her, instead of stabbing, by squeezing her mother's heart with her powers, rendering her dead.

Also, I find Sissy Spacek way better looking than Angela Bettis who acted as Carrie in the 2002 version.

Sissy Spacek

Angela Bettis

There's a servere lack of pictures of Angela Bettis in Carrie on the net. Other than those of her drenched in blood. Someone should do something about it.

ANTM!

2007-03-25T23:19:00.000+08:00

NEW SEASON OF AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!

WOOT!

TY TY BABY!

By The Power Of STREPSILS!

2007-03-23T21:47:00.000+08:00

I used to be a skeptic when it came to taking Strepsils as a remedy for sore throats. Perhaps attributed to the fact that I've never gotten many sore throats and each time I did, I'd see the doctor, it was a take-as-many-MCs-as-you-can-thing. Well, I was still in school then.

But alas the day, now that I have so much free time in my hands, I figured that seeing a doctor would be a bleeding waste of money so I tried to make do with what I had. First it was ice cubes. They helped, but the numbing effect was temporary.

Then it was the PiPaGao thing in the fridge. It was quite a big risk I took, it has been sitting in the fridge since the very first day the fridge was first invented. Some sweet, black and gooey cheena medication if you can even call it medication to begin with. Didn't help the slightest, though the cooling after-effect it left on my throat left me craving for more.

Halls helped a great deal. It didn't exactly stop the pain, but it's so Menthol-ish that it overpowers it. Pop an ice cube in and BOOM! AVALANCHE!

Despite the fact that the pain persisted, Halls kept the pain away for awhile. I would have continued if I hadn't already finished 3 tubes of them Halls. There's just so many packets of Halls one can keep in the house before my mum starts making noise.

The way I saw it, I ~~was running out of options~~ had run out of options. My last bet was on the Stepsils. By default.

Me: [text message] Can you help me get some Strepsils on the way back if possible?

Mum: [call] I have some on my table.

Me: [call] Okay.

Dad: [to me directly] You having a fever? Mummy said you asked for Strepsils.

Me: [to Dad directly] No. Just a sore throat.

Me: [to myself] Strepsils for fever one meh?

As it appeared, my mum was overly concerned. Yes Mum, I know a throat infection sometimes leads to a fever but if I'm down with a fever, I would have asked for Panadol instead. But nonetheless. I love my parents.

By the grace of God, my prayers came true, they came in the form of the powerful antiseptic lozenges that is Strepsils! Though at the rate I'm going, all 12 of them will only last me till tomorrow morning.

Blegh.

I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE! STREPSILS WORKS!
-Strepsils aficonado. Not me though.

A Tribute - Thank You For Being A Friend

2007-03-21T01:36:00.001+08:00

In conjunction with the previous post, this is a tribute to all my friends. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I seldom do things like that. This is from the bottom of my heart. Hope you feel the same way too.

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down a road and back again
Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidant

I'm not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won't you stand up and take a bow

And if you threw a party
Invited everyone you knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say

Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend

If it's a car you lack
I'd surely buy you a Cadillac
Whatever you need any time of the day or night

I 'm not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won't you stand up and take a bow

And when we both get older
With walking canes and hair of gray
Have no fear even though it's hard to hear
I will stand real close and say

Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend

And when we die
And float away
Into the night
The milky way
You'll hear me call
As we ascend
I'll say your name
Then once again

Thank you for being a friend

Thank You For Being A Friend
-Andrew Gold

Thanks.

But A Matter Of Time...

2007-03-21T01:36:00.000+08:00

With practically all the free time in the world, there's well, a lot of free time. Free time for playing computer games, free time for loafting around, free time for sleeping till 3 in the afternoon, free time for watching anime, free time for thinking, "Wow! I sure do have a lot of free time" and lastly but most importantly, free time for thinking. No, not just about how much free time I have in my hands but of other matters as well, matters that, well, matter.

Oh the puns. It's puni-tive really.

The friends that matter the most to me now are all stuck in a transitory phrase, just a I am, much to my, and perhaps, their distress as well. It is afterall, a period of change, and no one is ever comfortable with change. There may be those who would promptly reply "No, I love change. Change. It's good." The way I see it, you may react as such on the surface, but surely, there must be the slightest of apprehension no?

All of us have friends, close friends, best friends, friends that you never want to forget, friends that you wished you'll never have to lose, friends that you wish will stay by you forever, to a extent that sometimes you wished you never had them to begin with, so that you will never have to come to such a point ever.

But alas. Time.

Time makes it so that things change. As infallible the rule "Time heals all wounds" is, it is beyond any doubt that it will change us, for we are but humans, and humans are never constant. One can proclaim to the seven seas that one will never forget but, surely, that doesn't equate to one staying the same.

It's akin to...A close, dead relative. A grandparent if you will. You may have been close to him/her when he/she was alive but now that he's/she's dead, naturally, you would find someone else and as time goes by, you find that this other person has in a sense, replaced your deceased grandparent. But you haven't forgotten your grandparent yet. Well it is a strange analogy, but it is the closest I can think of, followed by another one about cheesecakes and green tea ice-cream. But I do hope it got the point across.

The thing is that it is the truth, a sad truth, that as we move in, and eventually out, of this transitory phrase, Change will happen. Just as shit does. Yeah, no shit. No puns intended. You make not like it, you may resist but it WILL happen.

The very same thing I told May on Monday, "Someday, [he] will eventually replace me." There will be nothing I can do to stop it and I will be grieved, but it will happen. Not just May, to all my best friends, Jill, Linda, YuYan, Garene, Nathaniel, Amelia, Nigel, LiNing, Thomas, YongWen, Wendeline. I will eventually be replaced by someone else. Then I will be but a memory. Heck, it has already started yet try as I might, I cannot stop it from happening. I am not my friends as an apple is not a watermelon and I simply can't make things turn out the way I want them to.

Not just people. Environment changes. Your comfort zone can never be constant. It will change and as with humans, you cannot, try as you might, stop it. Unless you die, get cremated and put in a little urn in which your comfort zone shall remain the same for eternity, but all that's besides the point.

But there's solace in the fact that I may still be a memory.

Change. Time. Them both go very well together no? Time never operates alone. they're a pair. Nay, they're one. Time is in Change as Change is in Time. Without Time, there will never be Change and it is, too, a sad truth that it goes for the opposite as well.

In the end, it's but a matter of Time.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is to is just to love, and be loved in return.

-Nature Boy

Wicked Little Town - Hedwig and the Angry Inch

2007-03-17T22:25:00.000+08:00

You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies.

You're running up and down that hill.
You turn it on and off at will.
There's nothing here to thrillor bring you down.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

Oh Lady, luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up. I fear.

The pious, hateful and devout,
you're turning tricks till you're turned out,
the wind so cold it burns,
you're burning out and blowing round.
And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool

and then you're someone you are not,
and Junction City ain't the spot,
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around.
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

The Calm Before AND After Storm

2007-03-13T00:00:00.000+08:00

It's funny how people, more often than not, speak only of the calm BEFORE the storm; no one ever seems to speak of the calm AFTER the storm. Surely, the storm will eventually come to a halt.

Then what happens? If I'm not wrong, and I'm positively sure I'm not, there will be relative peace before the next storm, unless of course, the storm you speak of is one that doesn't end which will be impossible seeing how there's, currently, not the slightest sign of a storm. Perhaps further evidence would be something like, if there's no calm AFTER the storm, then surely there would only be ONE storm because if there's no calm AFTER the storm there wouldn't be another calm BEFORE the storm seeing how there's no calm AFTER the storm. Which would be, once again, impossible.

Just to clear things up: SAID CALMNESS - SAID CALMNESS BEFORE THE STORM - START OF SAID STORM - CULMINATION OF SAID STORM - END OF SAID STORM - CALM AFTER SAID STORM - SAID CALMNESS - SAID CALMNESS BEFORE THE STORM - START OF ANOTHER STORM....

This, as opposed to: SAID CALMNESS - SAID CALMNESS BEFORE THE STORM - START OF SAID STORM - CULMINATION OF SAID STORM - END OF SAID STORM - NO CALM AFTER SAID STORM - NO CALMNESS TO ALLOW BREWING OF YET ANOTHER STORM - CESSATION OF ALL STORMS ALTOGETHER - ONLY ONE STORM IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND....

Yup.

Note how people looooooooooooooooove going in huge rounds just to make a point. Note, also, how people looooooooooooooooove digression even before any semblence of any main plot/story/recount/etc/etc even start.

Ahhh....Digression....

It has been one hell of a storm for me with said calmness before and after said storm. Starting with me just loafing around, said storm started brewing on Monday, succeeding said calmness of course. Now, said storm grew in magnitude, with increasing signs of its threatening to explode right in my face as Monday drew nearer and nearer to a close. Ahh... But said storm bid its time and held fast, resisting the urge to blow my head off, which said storm eventually did anyway.

Riiiight.

To the story proper.We got our posting results on Tuesday morning. On a side note, whoever said the results would come out at 8am seriously got everyone cheated since I checked the results online at like what? 7.30am.

Anyhow, I got into my first choice I did, Visual Communications at TP but being me, being the indecisive me, I decided that I wanted to go to a JC instead. WOW! Big surprise huh? So off we went, YongWen, May, LiNing, Linda and me, of course, to our dearest alma mater to get our testimonials and stuff from our teachers. All of us wanted to appeal. Me to a JC, and the rest to other JCs.

To cut the day short, we went to school at say, 9.30am? And we got everything done by what? 4pm. That's my fault actually, lost my CCA slips I did which we crucial for the appeals to be made that day. Or so we were told. Got everything ready, the printing of testimonials, re-printing of my CCA slips, etc etc. And we hit NYJC on time! 4.30pm! Yeah, late much but still on time.

And we made our appeals. ONLINE! Turns out we could have appeal right in the comfort of our own homes but NOOOOOOOOOO, no one told us. To make matters worse all the waiting, all the 7 hours of waiting, were rendered in vain. Yeah.But what's done's done.

ONWARDS!

Wednesday. I went down to YJC to make my appeal. Settled everything and went for lunch with LiNing and May. What I didn't realize at that time was the fact that I was in the very eye of said storm. Peace.

Thursday. Had lunch with May and YongWen. Walked around in AMK Hub. Then YJC called. May picked because I was like "UNKNOWN NUMBER! Quick! You pick, you pick. I think it's YJ." It is at this point that I moved out of the eye and into the storm which kicked itself up a notch since the last time I was struggling to keep myself afloat.

Friday. Went down to YJC, as instructed, to collect the transfer form. It was then, 10am. Some HOD of something told me to go over to TP and get the form signed so that I'll be released from TP. I was like "Okay." She then instructed me to return by 2pm sharp to which I promptly went "HUH?!" "Fine. I'll give you till 4pm, that's 6 hours to get it settled." was the reply. In resignation, "Okay" was mine.

Then it came.

"If you hand in the form, we will NEVER release you."

No one will have any idea, EVER, of how sinister that sounded at that time. You'd have to experience that yourself to know. It was a bolt of thunder to my miserable, pathetic raft.

See, this is how it works: BOLT OF THUNDER + MISERABLE, PATHETIC RAFT = SPLITEREENS.

After much brooding, AGAIN, I decided that it's either NYJC or TP. Ousted was YJC altogether. Reached this resolution at MJC, where LiNing made her appeal.

From there, it was to NYJC we went for the auditions. Hit there round say, 4pm? Audition wasn't till 5pm. So there we waited, till 5pm. We were then given instruments for warm-ups and were brought to different areas.

Auditions were by the range, so being a tubist, I was last. I was the ONLY tubist there and chances were, I would have gotten in. What also helped was the fact that the tubists that are in the band are all J2s so they'll be stepping down after SYF which is like April. Then on, there wouldn't any tubist around anymore. So my chances were high. Still, there were the auditions to sit through.

And so the real waiting began.

My inferiority complex worked up, seeing how the J2s were like maestros compared to me. And I wondered if I would be able to live with it if I got in. I wondered if I would be able to come anywhere close to how good they were. I wondered if this was what I really wanted. I wondered.

Running on repeat were these thoughts as the waiting continued...8.15pm. It was just a few more people away to my turn. Oh the nerves. I was just so far away from auditioning. Said storm was at its zenith.

There was a kind of anguish, the kind which constricts your chest and clamps down hard on your heart. It was something that I have never felt before. Something was wrong. It sent the urge for me to run right in front of a car and get it over and done with. Wrenching. Yes, that's the word. A forceful tug, except that the "forceful" would be as weak as how the size of Asia, Europe, Africa and the Americas put together, is compared to the size of Singapore.

Then, I ran away...

I left together with LiNing. Couldn't join them for dinner though, so I took a bus on my own to central and had a pleasant time with GuHuai and Denny as we chat over supper. Wanted to watch a movie but alas the day, the timings were unearthly. Instead, we walked around for a bit while playing with the notion of have a few games of pool which we eventually dismissed no thanks to the lack of avalible pool tables. We then headed home for well-deserved rest.

TGIF!

And for the once in a very very very VERY long time, I felt happy. I felt TRULY happy. It was the usual case of no-amount-of-words-can-describe-it. I felt light, like a heavy burden had been lifted off me, and for the next 2 days, I was abnormally happy. Like strangely happy...

It was the end of said storm. And there was peace.

Infinite thanks to MsMok, MdmCheam and MsBalan for your continuous help and unending support.

100th Post! SURPRISE!

2007-03-06T20:55:00.000+08:00

Truth be told, it isn't that fact that I've been extremely busy lately, such that I don't have the time for my 100th post but just that I've been putting it off due to a bad case of "the laze". But anyway, any idea what this is? ----

Oh the excitement! Can hardly contain it. No, really.

YESH!

What you are looking at is the very 1st picture in my blog. EVER!

WOOT!

Oh right. That's me being sexy by the way.

If you were thinking "THAT'S ALL?!" Well then, I have yet another surprise for you! Here goes-----

Now that's me being sexy. AGAIN!

To whoever said he was bringing sexy back, sexy never went away.
-Someone

Confusion

2007-02-28T23:32:00.000+08:00

Alas, as it appears, this is the 99th post, contrary to what I mentioned in the previous. So to ~~all~~ anyone who even reads my blog and has been looking forward to the "something new", my apologies. Anyhow, it was just my mind in confusion and when it is, I hardly think my fingers would be anywhere near orientated.

I'm currently so confused, when I talk about the particular subject, my brain goes, "Alibaba chicken nuggets with chilli sauce and Guylian chocolates in the toilet bowl and CHICKEN! Fishy chicken niwatori tori Q desu. Jaa, mata raishu desu. Hey hey. the monkey jumps over the lazy dog who which is acutally made out of bread! Dog jaarimasen, pan desu ne!" Yup.

The thing is, till this point in time, where I have brood-ed of it for almost 6 days, and slept on it since I first stepped in secondary school and finally decided with the coup de grace of a DAE submition, I still am undecided if I really want to go to poly or JC. Seriously, I've got a lot and I mean A LOT of issues that have yet to be settled. And God so help me because I really, really, REALLY don't know what I want.

When I talk to my friends about Poly, I feel like I want and I say, I WANT to go to a JC yet, when I talk of of going to JC, I feel like I REALLY want to go to Poly. Nay, just the thought of either sends me mind reeling in confusion aka pain.

So that's how it goes, back and forth, back and forth. Its like a game of table tennis really, execpt the fact that everytime the ball hits the racquet it send me reeling in agony, making me feel like a baby getting swung against the wall like how you would swing a wrecking ball into a building.

I have friends telling me of how those qualified for JC will be thrown there due to a overwhelming increase of students keen on going to poly. 2 reasons, the way I see it; either everyone ones a slice of the poly-graduates-more-in-demand-and-get-higher-starting-pay pie or everyone has a share in the I-screwed-up-my-O-Levels part.

Either way, when I think off getting thrown into a JC, I'm like "Hell no", but then when I think about poly, I'm like "Hell no". Then the issue about me not getting anything regarding yours truly going for an interview. Hey, I opted for visual communications which technically, would require an interview since it has got to do with design. Yes, that's what I would think.

Once again, two sides I see. One, my L1R4 got me into the course without needing an interview because it's quite low, two, I got thrown into a JC. Then these two thoughts come together and I'm like "Hell no" and "Hell yes" at the same time. And in case you were wondering, it's for both of them. The one bout going to poly? "Hell yes, no wait, hell no. Wait...Hell yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes....Oh damned." Same goes for the one bout me getting thrown into JC.

I'm worried that I won't do well in poly. Trust me, I know that I'm not good at designs and comparing myself to the many others who would have possibly opted for a similar course whether in another polytechnic or in a specialized school, such as NAFA, I'm like, shit. Yes, shit. It may be something I like doing, but it doesn't mean I'm good at it. Then there's the issue about insecurity. In all senses of the word. Okay, not all, but the one where you find yourself going "I [expletive deleted] suck at what I'm doing and I'm [expletive deleted] ugly and I'm dressed like I'm going to HorrorFest, in a extremely bad way." Imagine going through it everyday. And the travelling. Don't get me started.

JC wise, the insecurities still apply but mainly to the outward appearences. You know, the standard, hot, tall, dark, blahblahblah. And not to mention I abhor studying, like studying-studying, the kind where you'd have to memorise stuff and the like, sit for examinations that cause your hand to cramp up etc etc. How can you possibly do well in something that you, not just dislike, but abhor, hate, utterly detest, loathe, abominate etc etc? Okay, I do know of people who do very well under such cirumstances, granted, but I hardly call them "people".

But frankly, the main concern I have is not being able to do relatively well in which ever institiution I'll be going to. I don't mind travelling the extra mile, literally, just to spend my day studying, like how I might have to travel to Tampines in the near, possible future. Neither do I mind waking up at 6, or 5 for that matter, just to get to school on time, like how I could be waking up to the buzz of my handphone just to trudge my way to a JC in the similarly, yet directly contrasting near, possible future.

It is with really, really, REALLY sad self-disappointment that, after reading through the post again, I realise God's been left in the corner of my, work-in-progress, life portrait, so to say. The master has been over-thrown only to be taken over by a unworthy, not-so-apprenticed apprentice. To use "apprentice" in itself is possibly the greatest understatement of my 16+ years life, even besting the Greatest Understatment of the year award and many of the similar awards for eons to come.

It's like what Jeremy said, that you will eventually become what God has planned for you to be since the beginning, just that you might make a wrong move and go on a long, painful detour before reaching the final point. Or something along those lines.

I can, now, only pray that God will bless and rest my confused mortal soul and grant me the straightest path as possible to what He has mapped-out for me to be, possibly intervening at the eleventh hour, without the *T-LINNNNNNNNNG* sound, and changing the posting results to what He wants it to be.

Seriously, if the situation wasn't so tragically ironic, it would be hilarious.

Okay, not really.