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Saturday, November 21, 2009 | 10:46 AM
A's are kind of over. But they are not exactly, reeeeaalllly over.  Kinda looks like Jiakshinz when she burps^ But lovelies, yours truly has passed through the fire and flood and has emerged; scarred, choked, but very much alive. METHINKS But alas, let us not slip into frivolous complacency that may beset us this Monday and Tuesday. Even though we may be in total PARTEH SPEH-RET. But reticence is teh key, good soldiers and fine women! In this period, I just feel a strange sense of ambivalence that steals between a sense of overwhelming glee from sweet release, and a wearied sense of concern for what I've written in those snaeky scripts the past two weeks. But does everyone concur with me? Well then we move on together. And conquer more snaeky scripts. Pretty excited for December holidays plus the too-free four months following suit. What the hell am I gonna do man. And all the other nigs are leaving from mid December to early February, leaving me quite lonely in my place. ): actually who cares man, I get all the chicks for myself. SUCKAS ,..L LOL Soon la people. SOON. Some say perhaps the hype will die down by then. But not for me. meeting up the other hockey assholes, going down to Orchard, China trip, much more. Damn (: I am suddenly (painfully) reminded of the coming two exams. Revive. Thursday, November 19, 2009 | 10:40 PM Tomorrow's paper, will be the last paper of the week. And I am so dead tired. Yet, it is not time to falter. Sicheng, you gotta hang in there. You don't go there to earn marks. You go there to provide marks.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 | 1:23 PM
LET'S GO!
Monday, November 16, 2009 | 9:41 PM
Week Two Can eat my poo. It's the second wave of demons charging at us. Let us fight and enter the battlefield believing we have already won- for insofar an unwavering belief lies victory of the focused mind. SEEYA __________________________________________________________________________
I'm glad I know people like Edmund. Ami. Venga. Shaun. Kevin. Jeremy. And many more from the team. 'Cos when I'm with them, I don't feel ashamed of my humanity. I don't feel embarrassed of my imperfection. I don't have to worry about acceptance or all that social bullcrap. It's almost fundamentally principled. We share fears but we share jokes even more. We step on each other's toes but we lift our brother's burdens in adversity. We make fun of each other's flaws.We suffering died, and died laughing. We compete like jackasses. And end up failing together. heh, I don't know if I should feel happy about the last point. haha Is this reminiscence? It is not. It is right now. It is present. I thought the ties would lose their form by June. But it has only grown stronger. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going, Coach used to say. I rarely consider myself "tough". But it is because of these people from which I feel a strange sense of support that has motivated to withstand all this A level shit. And look forward to the upcoming crazy time spent in reunion with them, with ex-classmates and more, once its all finally over. Can I really still call this just merely a team? Not even a social club title. It has evolved bizarrely into something I can't really define. Verbal fluid off the tongue would not suffice to define this strange object; concept, or subject. But this I know for sure: that every time I think about 'something', a part of me grow warm. (no, I did not just piss in my pants) For all the study group attempts, stupid after-exam calls by Kev to discuss answers (which, ironically, makes us just more scared), late night chats, random meetups in school, bullshit talks in the reading room and etc., I gotta say, boy.. is there really anything i can't be thankful for. Saturday, November 14, 2009 | 12:53 PM Sicheng, you fool. You suffer from envy, anger, and a lack of faith. Through and through you tire yourself by comparing with others; always falling short, always under-achieving, always dissatisfied. Chasing and stumbling. Rising and falling. The attentions you grab for, quell. The relations you strive to establish, see misunderstandings rise. The returns you sought for are never found again. Why are you pursuing? Why are you running into endless space, finding yourself back to square one every single time? "It's funny how we always ignore those who adore us, and adore those who ignore us." Why do you fear? Why do you taste jealousy, and feel rushes of rage, and beat yourself up for fallacies, and let your esteem hit rock bottom, and work yourself up in revision, a faltered product of society? Why do you have to feel so imperfect beside others? Why do you fear being human? Why are you in empty want? Why do you devote time to all the wrong people? Why do you try so hard to ruminate in everywhere else, for something that already lies at your very doorstep? When I'm crashing through the madness,
Thursday, November 12, 2009 | 2:35 PM
Not sure who I'm supposed to be, When I'm caught up in the darkness, It's your hand that's leading me. You bring me back to solid ground, You lift me up right here, right now. Sicheng, you never really did have to search so far. Because He is already right here. Right now. People may fail you, fallen. But your Shepherd never will. *** I LOVED yesterday. So thankful for friends like Dickson, Alvin, Annabel and James. Maybe its 'cos the A level students all had a hard week this week... and so taking a break from the books to meet with the others comes to be pretty exhilarating from the stoic studies (: And I never knew Annabel was THAT artistic, woah. And dinner was simply implosive. Toh Meishan, I expected better of you. O: That statement you made... hahaha oh but James, not surprising. hahaha Soccer tomorrow!? alamak must tahan leh :/ Heh I was just scrolling through the previous posts and stumbled upon March Camp post. Miss the times when we played captain's ball in the hall and died laughing by the end of it. Where everyone was falling apart from overstretched humour capacity and set up the most ridiculous strategies on court.. haha and the CHAK DE! movie which, by itself isn't very funny, because the most horrendously funny piece of shit film I have ever watched this year. Camp was actually pretty damn amazing minus all the emo over series of bannings.  Some team lolBut for now, Economics. Here I come! Sicheng says I just can't get over GP. I just can't believe I screwed it up. I can't stop myself from being so calculative over what I've lost from it. I can't. When I pack up my Time magazines and shove all the comprehensions/essays back into the folder, it pains me to think that all this effort has gone to waste JUST LIKE THAT. AND I LET IT HAPPEN. I subscribed for Time; and lost all of it in the examination. I threw my grade into the drain and flushed it off. I blew it. Sicheng, you fool. Don't bother for the other subjects. But the voice inside his head says Keep going Monday, November 09, 2009 | 9:55 PM When the toils of life are come and my heart is worn with care, His way is perfect, HIs way is perfect. What started out as a day of distress and anger at a friend winded up being a prayerful peace I could not say no to. I will not walk into the hall tomorrow with an intellectual confidence; nay, I walk tomorrow with a confidence in Him. For Him. It will be the longest 16 days The Class of 2009 will ever pass through. AU REVOIR! Sunday, October 18, 2009 | 4:01 PM As promised, I will not be posting anymore from now onwards till November 30. O Rly?  Indeed, for a good one and a half months. But look out for the thecommentary for snippets of my hip and happening life~! Yeah right; of benzene rings, oligopolies, quantum qrap and kay-see-gohdness lulz SUCH FUN. But lovelies, we shall speak of such indecencies another day. A new dawn shall rise. Till then! JUST 
Friday, October 16, 2009 | 5:50 PM
I'll leave yesterday as what it is. It was about the most dreadful day of the year I have ever gone through. There are some things in life you gotta suck up like a man. But there are just other things you can't continuously well up inside. Because we have to admit, that no one is strong enough to handle everything alone. I am not. For me, the bottle cracked yesterday and I was washed out like a wreck. It was horrible. Out of desperation i called a friend for emergency whilst playing hockey at a park and boomzx, that was it. Its a painful realization, but it warms me to know that there are people around me I can count on (whether they like it or not haha) to walk by me through hard times. if not for him i probably wouldn't have gone to school today, but stone at home like a completely dumb git.. Friends are more than just shoulders to cry on, or embraces for assurance; even such can be a superficial representation of friendship. I realize that sometimes you just need that particular asshole to slap you in the face to wake you up, and a couple of scoldings to steer your mindset. After all, we are such lazy oblivious creatures to sense. Whichever the treatment, harsh or gentle, stern or comforting, all friends have their ways of picking the fallen up. I was picked up from a spot on a playground platform last night. Never, EVER let anyone tell you are useless, or a loser, or a good-for-nothing ESPECIALLY when the amount of effort you put in outstrips the labels. Misery is self-absorbed, and self-created. Contentment, likewise, is faith in what appears to be socially illogical. Thanks prad for that phone call. At the state I was in, my lowest of lows, so vastly different from school, your support... was immensely encouraging. bro, I am so grateful for you in my life. I really am. Thanks Jason for the message. I'm sorry I ruined the liveliness in school with my pathetic state but your sincere concern has been a major encouragement. Your cheerfulness is infectious, and if I were to say that AJ had impacted my life, it was because people like you had tremendously done so to me. I'm so glad I got to know you bro, and for everything we went through together for two years of fun and shit, I will never trade it off. Most of all I thank God He lifted me through this trial and gave me His grace to persevere through tough times. He has been so good. The best thing about Him is that worship is not bound within the four walls of a sanctuary- worship can be in your kitchen, in a park, even your bedroom. When I reached home after that retarded park walk, I couldn't think of anyone else better than God. His love is not imaginary- our burdens are. It was a prayer I have not said for ages last night, that made my sleep, at last.. a good night's rest. *** So marks the end of my two years in AJC. Would I have changed my decision? Maybe. Regretted it? Probably not. That being said, the farewell SUCKED. The only good laughs came from the physics, chemistry and chinese department (chinese dept because it was so bad it was hilarious) and the rest weren't that memorable. I really appreciate the pin collar that Ms Kat made, though. It was mighty fine. Econs mass tutorial was about the most anti-climax level Farewell Assembly could get. But the mood from Farewell Assembly wasn't so awesome enough to kill in the first place. But we had a final KRASS OUTRINGZX with my beloved 2408 for the last JC school day of my entire life. Let me tell you what I think about my class. I think we have a lot of damn good personalities. The more exceptional ones include me, and uh... yeah that's about it. haha no but you get what I mean. Unfortunately, too much sugar does not make an apple pie tastier, and what 24/08 has become is an overblown apple pie with too much sugar, too much apples, too much sauce and too little pastry to wrap it all up. Which is why large gatherings I can't remember who was there. Let me try to list them out. Leon, Bryan, Monica, Jiaxin, Pradeep, Jason, Tenghui, Junhao and me. Now, anything below the count of 10 WORKS OUT. Anything beyond DOES NOT. Unfortunately the class did not really appreciate this divine truth and class outings always end up with 5,6 people coming round. Its peak was the one at Bishan last June. 4. But all I can say about the last hour spent with these classmates has been a nice closure to all of class life. I honestly do not want a large group trying to work magic out of it. The pastry will never hold up to the cooking pressures. Class outing ended out better than I expected. In fact I absolutely enjoyed myself for the remaining last hour or so. Where people are actually coherent and not just making loud noises for the sake of trying to outshine one another. Monica was da bomb. I am utterly disappointed in her however, for all the bad deeds she has done. Shame on thee, thou kiwi! And Jason should just be shot for being such a spastic shit, scampering off sneakily everytime I help him get his celebrity crushes to snap a photo with him. Tenghui was (unsurprisingly) shooting crap into Jiaxin's mouth. And prad was trying to make some dammmmnnn cool-kid comebacks.. but seriously? who cares about him! NEXT I will miss the liveliness and approachability of my classmates. It may not have been mind-blowingly memorable, but it's definitely worth compartmentalizing a part of my mind for it. Thanks people for being such a wonderful bunch to make fun of. (hahahaha) But you guys are just hilariously special in your own rights. Wan'er for her moonwalk. Damn moonwan'er all. Monica for being uh... well. we all know. (believe it or not, she's in ballet.. and yet she did a flying double kick plus multi-spinning complex and karate-porkchop on my back- and missed) and Jiaxin for just being an awesome morale-booster ((((((((: because you're so ugly LOL jk. and Leon, you rock because you're so big and huggable and I can make fun of you but you never did crush me to my death. I salute you truly. But stop talking about bio in future classes or I will make sure your fats turn into biofuel. And Sheryl and Serene for being so- so- I don't even know how to sum it up in a sentence. They are too ingenious (and peculiarity too indigenous) to describe. Jeryl for being so incredibly short you could even squish her with your thumb HAHA k la not so small maybe your brain only Then there's Tenghui. His laughter, I'm tellin you, is INFECTIOUS SHIT. And he brightens nearly every room with his personality (and his super-supple fluorescent skin) and imploding ego. Junhao is nearly pissed off with everything in the world but he somehow still has the will to live through life. I wonder if he has ever considered suicide as a possible alternative. (yeah do everyone a favour pls and rid yourself you bloody cockroach HAHA) Xuewen and Xuewei are just phenomenal. I can never do without broken radio tuners and throat vibrators. But even more so not do without seeing them flock Jeryl like crows with preset answers Jeryl hasn't even asked yet LOL. Bryan is too thin and he needs to stop looking at brownian motion when he's bored. Andrea is trying to be like Regina George but she will never understand that Queen Bees like me are simply impossible to copy~. Jasmine is unforgivably vulgar. Melissa needs to start replying her Facebook wall posts. (LOL) Clinton should chillax and let the full glory of his pork floss hair unfold. (in the famous words of Ami, "there's always plastic surgery" LOL jk) Junyoong reached his prime this year when he stood up and declared "I Have An Idea". And jason's recent fetish for hot girls is freaking me out. Ryan's face is so alien sometimes it makes Jiaxin look like a prom queen. (until you look closer and realize the volcano disqualified her). Pradeep should know his limits and stop applying make up to school. Such insecurities.. Minghan fits the stereotype of the crazy fun jock but he needs to understand that not everything i say is amusing and as much as i welcome worship, its quite unhealthy for one's sense of humour. by faraday's constant.. That's my class, people. aren't they such an explosive bunch? But farewell really means farewell, loves. *** I can still remember the first day I stepped in. It was 645am. The foyer was packed with people I don't know. I was effectively alone. The first thing I did was walk to the canteen to see if what my sister (an ex 3-month ajc-ian) said was really true. I was utterly bereft of hope that day. But for what college life has offered me- an irreplaceable hockey team, a rather nutty class, close friends and a close distance from home - life hasn't been that bad after all. Probably unlike many, there were many things I learnt from this experience. The lushness of our garden's green is never noticed till we peek over the fence and see our neighbour's. Then we realize if its really damn green, or it looks like shit. Happiness certainly does appear to be relative. But the memories I will take away from school is innumerable, most of which pertaining to those with my wonderful team and my class. People say the friends you make in JC do not hardly become close ones but mere academic goers-along, but that couldn't be further from the truth. As I went to church just now and reflected on the whole life in AJ during prayer, I am just struck by a deep gratefulness for my friends who were always there to be a lifting hand. Through my team I realized crying does not make you any less of a man (unless you start sobbing like a despairing fool, then yes), and humour truly is the best medicine to a wounded soul. People like Shaun, Edmund, Venga, Ami, Chunyang, Eric, Jeremy, Kevin da morning walk companion, Brendon, and so many others from the team. They are such funny shitheads. Individually they have all made a personal impact on my life. I'm so thankful for them. Class. I don't regret being in this class in JC life. I used to think it was overrated in JC1, but come to JC2 I think its under-appreciated. Life is full of ironies. We got da best teachers. PW was so tremendously amazing and my pw team was spectacular. My closest friends in class- jason, pradeep, ryan, yude, jiaxin, tenghui, and others - without them, life would have been so dull. I couldn't have asked for more. I would have repeated college life all over again just to fix my attitude and be a more grateful person, but the stubbornness of time has made this journey my hardest lesson yet. Thank you guys for blessing me more than I have blessed ya'll.    its been a very interesting journey thus far!
Thursday, October 15, 2009 | 3:17 PM
i need you so badly now. its so fcking lonely in sch now but the a's are comin'. thought i was just as strong as everyone else. thought i could do this alone. but running this race has been so damn lonely and i finally stumbled, today. dear republic, i am ashamed of this weakness. i am very, very ashamed. and the full irony of five gleaming A's slaps my face with its mocking transience. Wednesday, October 14, 2009 | 5:18 PM :( I would have disappeared from my very seat then if I could. Fark awkwardness. fark loneliness. but no, before i go any further, i remember my oath to take things like a man. Damn you sc. You freaking don't know how to shut it in huh? Let the matter rest. Hide yourself. You don't have to tell shit to anyone 'cause they don't matter shit. Just go out there and live like an obnoxious moron, and be what people want you to be. simple and easy. no rules, no boundaries. there's simply no room for social imperfection anymore. Desert your social life for the books. Who do you need anyway? Get yourself your damn buffer and dance the social masquerade, clown. Dance 'em dizzy. Start grabbing. Start taking. Because you don't have to give anymore. You're tired of giving, so don't. You've ran out of heart and soul, so don't even try. selfless to selfish, bitches. get angry, get even; get lonely, get up; but never get yourself weak before the flawed peers around you. someone please ring me up and shout me in the ear to wake up. Tuesday, October 13, 2009 | 7:46 PM NOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo This is sheer trauma :( *** To my amazement I saw Farhan at the bus stop near my house just as he was flagging a bus. like holy SHIT i haven't seen this mat for months!! but he hasn't changed one bit. apparently the YJC experience hasn't transformed much of him. but sadly we couldn't talk for long and he had to go off somewhere (probably to butter factory or sth). he and his hairband... haha gotta love farhan man. Ah, studying with Brian and Dionne was cool shit. At One Fullerton beside the Merlion (we figured a worker is paid to live in it and do the vomiting manually), we camped at Starbucks and watched from behind the frail glass walls of the cafeteria how the weather changes and the cheery sun turned into a wet rainfall. But more to that was their presence and talk. filipino food is scary man HAHA. but hooters is scarier. Did manage to accomplish quite a bit for chemistry with them; Brian though was just a lazy piece of shit I think he did just whut 4 MI questions. Dionne on the other hand was pure chem genius. (LOL biased ass) just kidding, loves. next time! Funny that I keep on bumping into people at the most unexpected moments. On my way home in a bus from AMK, Kevin suddenly came out of no where like a sneaky Indian with his characteristic high-pitched voice. "EEEWWWW~" Anyhow, I'm back with my ass on the seat ready to attempt more chemistry goodness. See what my life has been reduced to... ("eh eh cannot la later e-nod cell less than zeroh how? also hor must check bond energy and solubility and gibbs free-" TIAM LA.. LOL) Monday, October 12, 2009 | 7:20 PM Never did it occur to me that I would even miss a single bit of college life, but strangely so it has- today. Walking lazily around school with Ryan and Prad kind of made me think about college life and stuff, and what milestones I have accomplished ever since victoria school days. Have the two years gone by listlessly, meaninglessly, with no real impact in life? Stay tuned for Friday, where I shall release an epiphany on AJC College Life, and henceforth depart from this blog for the biggest challenge I will ever face- till someday I shall return, hopefully- to live to tell the story. Just a few more days to the end of two years- two years I clearly remember saying, "I can't wait to see what will happen out of this", on what seemed like yesterday when I first walked past the gates of Maktab Rendah Anderson, on a cold January morning. Sunday, October 11, 2009 | 6:46 PM I am so helpless at GP :( Spent a good 5 hours writing a damn essay and I haven't even finished. Damn myself- I just don't have the mental aptitude and dexterity to produce sensible work in an hour and half, and the past few weeks spent on GP is anything but fruitful. BLEAFGH After church I went out with my mom and cousin to AMK Macs and for some reason i can't wait to go to school. maybe getting trapped at home has done the necessary psychology on me. LETS GET TO DA CHOPPER EDIT: HOLY SHIT i was going through the statcounter analysis of this website and people actually came into this site from a search engine typing this: 24/08 blogspot jiaxin pradeep MY BITTER GOURD someone's tracking these two down. i CANT believe the person rather track them than me. >:O HAHA so ass Saturday, October 10, 2009 | 11:19 AM I love waking up while the rain patters outside, as the greenery of the garden's leafy foliage unfolds in its wetness. Just to lay in bed, and think about everything possibly existent in this ever-expanding world, is wonderfully escapist. Its always nice to ring up people when you're alone in your room and you've got nothing to do, because a little bit of society always spices up life. Just thankful for Brian the humor mama for all the cock we talked..hahaha rubbish fella. I'd remember to bring my own bench to the lib if I were you! No idea what I am going to do today, but I promise I will do something. EDIT: just got the photo(s) from Matt (:  These people matter a shitload to me. though.. i am Not going to school today feels abysmally strange. But I suppose.. taking a break from the usual crackpots in school is inner nirvana for me. Well, like I said, studying starts today. I've done Paper 1 and 2 for the SAJC Chemistry Prelim Papers. Left Paper 3 and another Chemistry paper to finish up before I head down to Church. Being bored just now, I took a quiz on Facebook. Sicheng completed the quiz "What kind of guy are you?" with the result The Geek. You are the type of guy girls only see as friends. You are sweet but never seem to express enough danger for most girls. You are not very adventurous, and you seem to hold back emotions. You need to let lose if you want a girl. So true. Finally some down-to-earth sense from the usual rubbish picked off Facebook quizes.. But I gotta be sure I only let loose my personality and not the buttons on my shirt haha. JUST KIDDINGZ I am very pure and I do not subscribe to such worldly ideas... Neither do I think getting a girlfriend is paramount in life (for now). I would have thought my mindset would change when I stepped into co-ed AJ, but surprisingly, it hasn't. So glad I'm not a desperate seeker unlike the many guys in AJ are, though. After all, I'm not the "girl material" sort- I mean, Im not entertaining, neither am I worship-substance hot, or fluent, or charming, or even the slightest bit attractive... so why waste the time? Indie people 4tw \m/ Good thoughts sicheng, good thoughts.. Ok back to studying with delicious Feist tracks and cool air-conditioner amid a hot summer afternoon. Thursday, October 08, 2009 | 7:02 PM ho HO HO! Some LOSER totally got owned!?!? Today we achieved a new record for class sabotage acts. HI 5 HOLY SHIT inglorious bastards ftw It was beautiful. The utter destruction and helplessness of our target was immensely satisfying, and to watch him just convulse, and wriggle like a hopeless shit was all that much worth it. The little fountain spoof a few months ago was pathetic, and the person who organized it got dunked the first LOL. Ultimate irony of it all. That's not how you get an asshole dead! Come, let us show you how its done. Its not a very wise thing to put oil, fish sauce and eggs together (because it smells like SHIT) but it is indeed very wise if all these lands on someone's face. Its not a very wise thing to paste sticky tape on your leg and tear it off in sadistic glee, but it is indeed very wise if its on your fiend's fugly hairy legs. Its not a very wise thing to apply lipstick in school without a mirror, but it is very very wise indeed to let your friends help you do just that. (especially jeryl rofl) And it may not be very wise to dunk ketchup on a person's face while he's lying down... but HELL WHO GIVES A DAMN ITS FREAKING FUN HAHA So much for all the planning. Ever since the divine dream was bestowed upon me in my sleep and I shared with the class, the rest of the planning was history. Speaking (or attempting to) in Chinese with Jiakshinz and Monica in the reading room was ROFLMAO... Trying out the wax tape in classroom with Jason and Jiaxin and laughing our asses off was so hilarious "TOO BAD"...Ryan distracting the loser into the canteen was like total WIN... and then the meeting with everyone while he was gone was amazing, a rare spark of candour and brilliance... and going out with Jason to buy the shit as our imagination just exploded everywhere.. and the hilarious conversation with jx last night SC: the girls must be gung ho to do it.. if they don't... you must JX: omg u idiot. huh what ready? i think it'll be too crowded tmr lol SC: but i suppose it'll be you jeryl and moni doing the job. JX: sounds like some mission. isn'it just make up? twins and andrea best at it what. SC: haha that's why you guys should do it... PRECISELY because you don't know how... JX: of all ppl, the ones who have no idea about make up. let's just ask jasmine SC: LOL JASMINE. later she come in give tutorial on "bigger and rounder eyes" JX: lol skarli he look chioer than jasmine lor SC: ya lor... serene and sheryl stun dogs. "why i cannot get this effect!?!?" JX: then starts to lie down next to him and ask jasmine to help them make up lol SC: but jasmine lie downn first and start applying on herself JX: lol haha must lie down first. then suddenly got class lie SC: HAHA CLASS LIE and then jason declares in a loud and conclusive high note "class die" JX: hahaha LOL. start doing stretching exercises The next day, mayhem struck and someone was brought to his poor knees begging for mercy. Pradeep, hope this gives you a clearer indication how badly people wanna gut you haha. You suck, thanks for giving us such a radical time destroying your face, legs and hair (and probably ego now). haha. thanks man bro for everything! On an utterly random note Jason: Is it baby, or bay-beh? Wait up for awesome pictures to arrive. I've got the video for Jiaxin's (ROFL) cake-smash on her head here too, so I'll consider that as well. I think the way our class executed it was just wonderful, amazing coordination, sneakiness and all. Farewell's coming and I think what our class managed to do today makes a spectacular finale to class shit once and for all. My heart just feels a tug now whenever I remember school is ending soon. Just when it's all about to reach a closure, I'm starting to like my class. but it's too late :( I regret not having cherished my class for what it had, and for constantly criticizing it for our differences. I'm regretting that I never got to know the the three twins, leon, bryan, jun hao, jun yoong and all better. I'm regretting that I took all that God has given me for granted, skipping all the blessings and counting all the mismatches.. School just went by listlessly and I never really took the opportunity to love people for who they are. I didn't. Lord, I may never return to you lest I come in bended knees and broken before you. Its easy to just get lost in the apathy of life and forget what You want me to do for others but Lord, keep my eyes fixed upon You.. and know You gave me the people around me for a purpose. I won't be writing much here these days. I've not been studying and the last thing I would want to do right now is to add on to my list of distractions. Facebook, for one, is terrible. The bed, another. Food, definitely. But I can't blame everything for every wrong I've done can I? I am starting tomorrow. I am dead serious about this. 10% Facebook usage, 10% blogging, and 500% mugging all the rest of my owesome october. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 | 8:09 PM I M LIBERATED BABY! the past few days have been absolutely SHIT. when the thought of school and A's attacked my mind, and the glory of after A's had effaced, and you are left hanging around in life like a lifeless git obliged to talk to your peers, boy... do you just wanna escape the world and gorge on koko krunch in your room. i am learning true social and mental freedom slowly. the sense of being totally dispatched from ALL CARES.. AND ALL AFFAIRS.. woah, its uplifting. its divine. its unmistakably other-worldly. its a rare freedom i have found. its a freedom from self. irony of life #1: you'd get more control over your life as a result. come, A's, come. The chink's coming round with a stored head and renewed boldness. come, school, come. The kid's stepping over boredom and making full use of it. come, society, come. because i'm leaving and don't need yo pity or you. thanks God, for the little heaven you have kept in my life. Its stupendous. WanEr Chan commented: why did my tears from laughter just uncontrollably turned into that of nostalgia just now? having mixed feelings about graduation.. too fast, perhaps? Powerful statement by a person i don't talk to much but greatly admire for her class, sincerity, and understated sensibility. thinking about that day when we were commenting on each other's strengths in class, it was pretty much more captivating than i sensed. i suppose i was too absorbed in my own shit and became a cat duck that day but hey, two years in AJC. and nearly two years with 24/08. i got to know some of the best shits in my life. jason, ryan, prad, jiaxin, yude, tenghui, jeryl, etc. they are friends very much unlike my sec four class- though less rowdy, but intensely sincere and approachable. (not saying joel lam or han cong aren't, they are just less direct lol) and class personalities. unbelievable. i kind of regret being so assholically self-absorbed that day. kk i'll write up on this some other day. come on man. persevere. Tuesday, October 06, 2009 | 4:04 PM I am so tired of continuing this arduous academic life :( I hate every aspect of school. I hate it to its very core. Class, studying, books, schedule, its all empty words. The lifelessness is starting to get into my head real hard, and nowadays I can barely think of any thing better to say to my peers, because my head's just bloody filled with "A's, A's, A's". Its really shit to know I just can't get myself engaged in conversations anymore, and all my past drive- my inspiration, my veracity, and my vigour - is dissipating fast. I'm weak, and I fear I'm won't be strong enough to carry myself through this for long. What's becoming of me man. Someone tell me. I could once walk in newness of life and confident boldness, but today I can only ponder just where life's meaning has run off to.. wtf GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF DICKHEAD Monday, October 05, 2009 | 4:30 PM It's raining outside again. Silver tears shimmer down the curtains of air All silence but the shatters at first touch; Now droplets dance off the world in their melancholic sighs Greeted with hushes of the billowing winds. The grounds are watered; the streams now run The theatres of the sky are finally vacant As we walk down to the quiet lake Drenched and broken, our longing hearts Hopeful to catch a final glimpse Of that single light ray Answer to the curtain call. Its good to be retrospective once in a while. Skin-deep, everyone tries so hard to be wild, reckless, and desensitized... But I can only wonder, just how many people are thinking exactly what I am right now.. Are we really all our personalities have reflected? Or as we simply manufactured products of society's expectations, behaving out for favour alone? I myself know I behave the way I do for the sake of insulation at times. But really, let us all ask ourselves the question: is making oneself a vulnerable subject necessarily undesirable? Today was a boring day. HELL IT WAS. If you see me around in school, I'm a farking lifeless boring (and bored) person with no motivation at all to do anything. Like everyone else, I'm a lifeless shit when I walk into school, and just the thought of going through lesson after lesson, content after content... is none too encouraging. This is why the sudden idea of having a KRASS OUTING today occurred to me as a rather fantastic idea for all the rejuvenation associated with it... I mean, class outings are always happy right. Well, it was, rather. Eating with the twins gang and all. A very new experience. How many times do you actually see them eat together, live, anyway? And its so true that our class is full of drifters- ever heard of that? I was infront of the group with some others when we suddenly stopped and everyone behind us just followed suit- though completely clueless why we halted. It took some very long and awkward seconds before the group finally started moving. Life. Man... I hate my life now. I live off the music in my head, and conversations outside are just something I have no choice but to entertain. Call me progressively anti-social, but I'm not really into talking to people these days.. Just despising how students now are nothing more than objects qualified by grades. I hate the conformist life of going for lessons, walking around the compound, and studying in the reading room. It's ultimate bore. There's no depth to anything- we're all just striving for the same painful short term goal. And what's going to happen after A's? Training? Hockey? Hang out at Orchard? Chill out? Get a job? Holidays? Fun? It has all lost its charm man. It has all lost it. :( Sunday, October 04, 2009 | 4:46 PM The pressure of the inglorious A's is starting to exert its strain on my schedule, and though I try my best to keep my mind above the waters of confusion and fears, the tides wash me over every once in a while. I have not yet started any official studying since prelims, and I better damn start it by tonight. Just wanna thank God for my prelims that though I felt it was the toughest examination I have ever sat through in my life (save napfa) , the results were far above my expectations. I couldn't have done it without Him. But then again, it's still a step below my targets for A's so.. I gotta work like a dog for the final stretch. Run like I never had before. Hurdle like I'm crossing over a million Soson Loong's. And pole freaking vault like I'm hurling my fat self over Speaking of whom... HOPPOY BORTHDOY VONGODOJOLOPOTHOY S/O OLONKOVON!!! (wtf even my shit could come out faster than i pronounce his nome LOL jk man) Thanks for two years of your unstoppable crap, your grand sense of humour ('snow problem' is unforgivable, steeel~), the company in our study sessions, your blind passes during hockey LOL.. yeah and thanks for making me hate indians a little less. HAHA just kidding. keep going in times of ordeals, bro. You are a capable HIIiiindian so just have a little more faith in yourself and we'd be ownin' aye. (: Now, let's just hope you get raped tomorrow HAHA "You can tell a lot about a person by what he laughs and weeps about" That was by far the most impacting social observation I have ever heard in a sermon. Go home and think about it. Don't you think there's such truth in it?- Jason Lim Days are counting baby. Time to rid my ass off this seat and start studying. Saturday, October 03, 2009 | 5:06 PM I qualify a good Saturday as: 01. Waking up to the smell of rain 02. Eating at Subway for lunch 03. Take a good read of Time, delivered yesterday 04. Writing out a neat piece of work 05. Playing hockey under the rain 06. Calling up a random friend for a lazy chat 07. Lie on the grass and watch the gray artistry unfold upon the skies 08. Dance around to the music of Elephant, The White Stripes 09. Listen to Still, and read the Bible 10. Take a well-deserved nap. I've done nearly all that. My Saturday is nearly good! Zz. Prad. Pls take my resignation to your little attempts at Comebacks with a pinch of salt. I'm just being extraordinarily forgiving. So don't go all ego inflation now with no real output increase. You'll just grow fat. And keep your mouth shut when you got to k? you're lucky to have survived after Friday. thanks for ruining my life. and making it so dark. and lonely. and suffocating.. for ripping apart my soul and.. stabbing my back and watching me bleed my eyes out.. and sucking out all life in me till I just wanna slit my weeping wrists and drown in my tears.. *sniff* i hate you bitch. now leave me alone to die in my pillow. Signing off, Emotional Wreck. (yeah he's the random asshole I called out of intense boredom LOL. nah jk i love my bro) I was just browsing through Facebook when I came across a very familiar phenomenon that made me remember what Gordon said a few months ago: "It’s quite funny to watch guys trying to get close to a girl by posting on her wall… and she replies NO ONE. LOL fail birds." - Gordon Bong That is so true. I think this is a nice question (lol Ms Goh) and people need to take note of this. Guys, you gotta re-invent themselves if you were to approach girls. Technology is far from romantic. You don't get sparks flying by winning multiplayer Merca Chase together off Neopets, or reaching stage 10 on Tapz-Tapz in your iPod Touch, or OWN-ing Mafia Wars in an attempt to impress. (lol who am I to say this, really. But just listen) So GOLDEN RULE OF THE DAY: Don't use Facebook. And for goodness sake DO SOMETHING ELSE. RING THE PERSON UP. SET UP A SURPRISE IN SCHOOL. SET UP A SURPRISE AT HOME. GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO HER DOORSTEP AND BUY HER SHIT FROM MINITOONZ. GO OUT FOR SUBWAY. TAKE A WALK BENEATH THE STARS. EAT CANDY AND GIGGLE. TAKE NEOPRINTS. TAKE PHOTOS. STARE AT DUST PARTICLES TOGETHER. ANYTHING. BUT. Facebook. Romance has severely degenerated itself these days hasn't it? Friday, October 02, 2009 | 11:23 PM Woah today was actually pretty awesome as a whole. Though I admit I was kinda pissed during chemistry lesson and let it show too obviously in class, (thanks guys for putting up with my nonsense), I gotta thank Kevin to take my mind back to the pitch, as well as THE WHITE STRIPES for accompanying me down to Bishan in music and soul. Its such, such awesome shit. I've never bought two albums in a row and found such deep satisfaction in my purchase. Their music has such sprightly, uplifting feel to it that makes you wanna kick your feet and throw your fists into the air in weightless defiance, as you feel space and time stream past irrelevantly. I had a LOVELEHHH time with Jason Jiaxin and Pradeep at NYP macs. Jason was like on drugs or something. You often get alot of shit coming out from this bunch huh haha. i love them man \m/ Going to church at night was a rather (or vastly) difference experience for me. I rarely mix with people I don't often talk to. But with Daniel, Damien and the usual utterly amiss, I spent my whole night with a new group - Dickson, Annabel, Ryan, Weijie, Alvin, Edmund, Charmaine, Teresa, etc... and boy do I realize that its so interesting to mix in new crowds rather than just sticking in your own comfort zone. Suddenly I realize that my family in christ is so much bigger, and the meaning of fellowship suddenly came to life. they are awesome people man. oh, that excluding Dickson for being such a jackass in macs. HAHA! but it was hella funny man. cheers to life. for Jesus, for the lovely classmates, church mates, family and life's simplest of treasures. Thursday, October 01, 2009 | 5:35 PM Hohoho. Nirvana is the purest shit you can ever get. What a great philosophy in life: you don't need give no fuck about no one and and no one gotta give fuck 'bout yours! This is the real psychological state of freedom, bitches! Sweet release. Metal or Grunge Rock is food for the soul. I'd like to think that all of this constant interaction
Wednesday, September 30, 2009 | 2:30 PM
Is just the kind of make you drive yourself away Each simple gesture done by me is counteracted And leaves me standing here with nothing else to say Completely baffled by a backward indication That an inspired word will come across your tongue Hands moving upward to propel the situation Have simply halted And now the conversation's done I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you That it's impossible to get along with you It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking So it helps to have a mirror in the room I've not been really looking forward to the performance But there's my cue and there's a question on your face Fortunately I have come across an answer Which is go away And do not leave a trace There's no home for you here girl, go away There's no home for you here There's no home for you here girl, go away There's no home for you here There's No Home For You Here - The White Stripes It is wonderfully liberalizing to live life with an endlessly open mind. I am getting there. ***
Tuesday, September 29, 2009 | 6:55 PM
Life is currently only about studies. Isn't it sad? The quality of your existence is determined by English symbols differing by a few knobs here and there. So evidently, life is pretty boring nowadays. No, who am I kidding. It is VERY boring. Its the same process everyday mate. I could even sum up my day in a points 1. Wake up in the dark and round my ass to the bus stop 2. See Kevin on the bus and talk about hockey, his lover Jamie Dwyler all the way to school 3. Walk to Block 425 for class and slam Prad's face against the window.. HAHAHA that made my day 4. Lessons- which encompass hearing the teacher speak, talking to friends, getting back results, doing strange and random stuff out of boredom e.g. training pen-spinning techniques 5. Argue with Jason during break... I always lose 6. Hang around outside Dance studio with 7. Watch my GP teacher shoot down Jason as he helplessly crumbled to bits 8. Exited school with jiakshinz and andrea and had a good lunch today (: I dread coming to school. I detest lessons and hate the schedule to its very core. Strangely, everyone seems to be passing through this sigh-less phase with a sense of airy ambivalence- all the more it makes this phony season an annoying one. Prima facie, life kind of sucks. But at least coming to school encompasses having a morning chat with Kevin and Venga (i refuse to accept that the baby is kevin's) , being entertained by Jason's wtf antics, addressing the philosophies of life with prad (and learning nothing out of it) and crapping once in a while with Tenghui or JX or Jeryl. Otherwise, school is SKREWED UP. But staying at home to study is worse. ROFLMAO TODAY WAS HILARIOUS Never again, Jason and Jiaxin. NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. And Jason, you owe us one. Stop trying to skip round the devil, you'd never make it past! and lol stupid jx, had fun huh. I shouldn't be here. I should be sitting at my table doing some random physics shit but I'm not. A levels are coming but I know I haven't formally started preparing, sigh. (sizzling juicy news for Vengadajalapathy S/O Elankovan and- oh- probably Kevin Michael!) I'm tired of trying so hard to please others and proving my self-worth; today marked the final letdown when what i've been preparing all these 2 years simply shattered before the commandments of a single person in authority. the documents i brought were deemed useless or sort. I'm gonna give it a second try and write out the letter again but the prospects of getting it integrated remain pessimistic :( Just gotta keep going on man, and get over prelim results and embark on what many will term the academic Great Leap Forward. I can't believe two years in AJC is finally coming to an end. It seems like an almost unrelatable, unrealistic dream that is both sad and heartwarming. It wasn't so long ago - honestly- that I stepped past the gates of AJC as a lone soul, at freaking 6.45am, and got conveniently enrolled in the School Of Orientation 2008. Oh well i'll probably continue my life story some other day but till then...... i leave thee in suspense. Monday, September 28, 2009 | 6:52 PM Today was such a turmoil :( But iron tested in the fires of adversity emerge stronger than they were before. So, I'm dead hoping that the documents will be accepted. I am becoming to realize that one's happiness truly isn't dependent on the circumstances, his relationships (both friendships and serious ones), his abilities or even his qualifications. It takes real foresight to appreciate this, but if we continue to give currency to this truth, boy will it bless you deeply in ways you will not comprehend. Today your friend may have had said something to you that made you angry or hurt. Today you might be in a difficult circumstance that shouts rhetorically at you, "how the hell are you gonna get out of this?" and you do not have the answer. Today you might be thinking about and missing someone so badly but you never got quite the feeling that she or he is responding the way you'd like. Today you might have failed in something so badly you wonder if you could ever pick yourself up again to join the currents of society. Today you might have lost something you know you're never gonna retrieve again. Friend, one's happiness never ought to be juxtaposed with that of others. If happiness is always dependent on your neighbour, then you will never truly be happy. Only those who know how to keep themselves emotionally and mentally insulated from the predicaments of their surroundings will truly enjoy this state of sweet, sweet release.
Sunday, September 27, 2009 | 5:51 PM
For what seemed like years, I finally invited some friends from outside to VIBE. I've honestly never felt so nervous in my whole life before. I felt like I just shat in my pants and everyone could smell it drifting around the air, you know?? (i did not actually shit in my pants in case you're wondering) oh well seriously what was I doing man. Conducting myself like that. That was terribly terribly weird. That's what happens when you invite two groups of friends and you feel like you owe it to them to host the whole damn event and host it swell ): "boohoo sicheng kiss my wussy honey arse" Yeah I know luh! I gotta stop behaving like a little crapling and grow up. But thanks to my church mates who are so encouraging as always. Love them. And I had a good talk with ami last night to address that horrendous emox shit and it helped alot. thanks punk. i actually went to search up what "affability" was by the way haha. And I also got to talk with Prad this afternoon. Thanks shithead for enduring my repetitive rants that were so moany. I owe you one. You are a great shithead. But most of all thank You God. thanks for helping me take steps of faith after such a nonsense long time. And thank You for making friday night such a special one. *** I got Elephant by The White Stripes (: ITS SO FRIGGIN AWESOME!! Perhaps the host for Grammy Awards 2004 put it best: "The sound of dead cell phones and oil rigs; the sound of empty parking lots and school buses. They love to live, they live to love. Ladies and Gentlemen, Jesus's children of America, The White Stripes." Amazing stuff. Their tracks are gonna be my newest morning accompaniments when I board 269 and take a long, slow, lazy ride to the land of never-return. Hide me now
Friday, September 25, 2009 | 4:43 PM
Under your wings Cover me within your mighty hand Find rest, my soul In Christ alone Know his power In quietness and trust When the oceans rise and thunders roar I will soar with you above the storm Father you are king over the flood I will be still and know you are God I watched The Dark Knight several nights ago. its so, you know.. boomzx Speaking of which, did I mention about Jason's little fling with Mayflower-ians (or are they just called Mayflowers) yesterday? Oh, he was so excited. "Just look at them!!! when they're feeling nauughhhtyyy, they wear something RAAD.. and LOUUD.. something, y'know.. Bloomzx~" I am dying to play a game of hockey right now man. But I can't find anyone with the same heart beat to play with :( And what's the fun of going to a pitch alone. I mean, no competition all.. (COMPETITIVE CHINESE KEKE) haha i'm just (half) kidding. Counting off the days to A levels is very hair-raising. Very. I gotta start saving my subjects one by one from tonight onwards I guess. My final sprint. Yes, the fats may jiggle and cause critical damping, I may trip like how Jason did at the last metre, I might even have another person run into my lane (only to realize its Prad and his bad new haircut.. that competitive shit) and stumble me without knowing.. But guess what bitches and homies, yours truly ain't gon' give no damn ruddy care about nothin' comin' his way. He's gonna blast through the scene and knock that senseless Jeryl off her feet; kill off the Xue brothers with his thumb, exterminate Jiaxin with an AK-47, trip Jason, bulldoze Pradeep over and watch his constipated face twitch, roll up Monica in a popiah and watch her wriggle around helplessly, and (to kill two birds with one stones) get Sheryl and Serene buy-one-get-one-free gifts and watch them kill each other lolol just kidding twins lub lubz 184~ Shoot ta thrill Play ta kill I got my gun at the ready, Gon' fire at will OK DUDE WHAT R U DOING. WHY SO COMPETITIVE? CONTROL YOURSELF. You are Sicheng. Not a sneaky Vengadajalapathy S/O Elankovan. In these trying times i suppose it's most important that we help each other out of this mess before the final moment arrives. PS: To all the aforementioned victims of my posts, I was just kidding alright. Know "competitive" is a rather sensitive topic in class and all.. Thursday, September 24, 2009 | 7:37 PM Its the little things like going to KFC on a random hot sunny day after school with your mates and laugh about life that I'll remember when I leave college. Not the cleanliness of the school tables, not the humps on the track, not the poor facilities we feebly inhibit.. but the people I give an honest damn about, and made my life in AJC a much worthier stay. *blows* I shall not be suppressed by the mere assumptions of statistical evidence. Prima Facie evidence. PS: hahahahahaha Jason tripped on the stairs today and had a joyful ass ride down hahahaha Wednesday, September 23, 2009 | 11:46 PM I spent the whole afternoon touring Orchard and boy was it rewarding. Gramaphones offer the best deals in town man. Ze best. But this is just THE SHIT man.  Watched it with with the usual peeps again. Basically, the whole show was some sick fantasy of a different historic dimension where *spoilers* Hitler dies, lots of people's scalps get ripped off, people blow up, the soundtrack is plain (deliberately) off, and there's no time for lovey-dovey romance; its all bastardization of the human race and in this show. Indeed, there is no classification for the bad guys, or good guys. As what Prad concluded, "everyone's an asshole in this movie". Very, very true. But you gotta watch it baby. And its hella cool to be in a car Ryan drives. We should do this more often. Tuesday, September 22, 2009 | 7:38 PM Freedom baby, freedom. Sure it's short-lived, but I'm gonna make the most out of it while it lasts. At last, I resurface. I break through the shimmer of the skies and taste the atmosphere. I can inhale. I can take in a rich, deep breath of freshly replenished oxygen pure as memory's waters. I am altogether changed. Well I was supposed to be playing my heart right now at some hockey pitch but thanks to SUMWUNZ... cough kevin cough I remain in this vacuous box of words- not existing as sweat, blood and bone, but spacious words, phrases, and punctuations. I really wanna play out all my physical strength to death because already my mind has filtered all life from it. Now it just beckons to take my shell alongside to the grave. But I've never had such a strong craving since Mid-years to step onto the soft turf of the hockey pitch back with my team and just have a regular training. Funny how things can just go by, though incandescent, and yet no one awakes from its spell to notice it.. But today was good shit la. Happy Birthday Melissa Chee, may you have the wildest birthday you've ever had in your life. But you didn't join us for tea-time (or dinner, I'm not very sure) at Pasta Mania today. Instead you scampered off sneakily with Chanchanz4eva to a place of never-return. I am deeply disappointed... But it was a great time with the peeps luh. And its interesting to have our form teacher join us. And then we went to lepak at a playground on the outdoor atrium in J8 under gray and burdened skies that was, woah. Just sensational. Time stopped. Lookin' forward to glorious movies tomorrow. Make the best of each day Sicheng. Or the best will always be yet to be. Monday, September 21, 2009 | 11:27 AM The hell man. I saw a Queens CD that was going for like 4 bucks in Thompson Plaza so I bought it. And - to my utmost horror - the singer was a Freddie Mercury fake with a cheena accent.   (!) I suppose the price's worth for the shock factor. But i nearly got a heart attack from a fit of regressive chortling. In Bohemian Rhapsody, he tried to sing the high pitch parts but his voice cracked and he started laughing. O_o I paid four bucks to hear Freddie Mercury laugh! And it wasn't even laughing, it was bordering on smeagol-ish sniggering, for cryin' out loud. WILL THE REAL QUEEN STAND UP PLSKTHX Life is really DREADFUL these days. You can even tell from the tone I am writing this with. But at least it hasn't degenerated into dot-fillers that take up more than half of the post as typical young teens of our generation obsessively do............... Sigh, t'is indeed terrible. It is soon to become a social epidemic. The more I think about it, the more I feel a rising sense of anger, and fruss, and rage. (they actually all mean the same fyi) For example: haiz... today.. so boring lor... go school... eat.. see selena my bff.. talk talk den laugh laugh... haha... she sae the joke so funni one.. haha... kenny today also so funni one lor... he act like xiaxue lols!!!! haha... then see this ah beng when gg home.. smoke smoke lyk sum chao ah beng.. cannot stan it.. tink he so bigg den can smoke so big?? k0r mie la0g0ngs biish biish him~ hehe.. tupid... ^^" Like what's up with the DOTS MAN???? ....?????? And why does it so happen that the english names all seem to be taken from a 8-9pm channel 8 show? e.g. Samelia, Cindy, Kenny, Selena, Casselin, Jolin, etc And a golden rule for all brogs (mine included) is that you never start off a post saying life is boring. Its okay to say it once in a while, because truth is life can be so, but not every damn post till it borders on throat-slitting rashness and emo-my-memo impulse. What's the freaking point of starting an online journal if life is so boring? I suggest, friend, that you first rid yourself from writing anything and go shizzle up your lifestyle first. Go do wakeboard or something. Climb a freaking mountain. Snort a papaya. Then round your ass back here and ask yourself RECRUIT, IS. LIFE. STILL. BORING. GUMP!  And lastly, spelling. FFS spelling is like the foundation of English please respect that. It annoys the living daylight outta me that Singaporeans maim the purity of English with their cheenapok-ness and chao-chee-language (and enjoy doing so) thinking its so cool and so "uniquely-singaporean" like yeah right! The only image you're gonna give by talking like is that of an incomprehensible git who's - OH- locally produced. One Ris Low not enough? Another example: today... go school... see my ah dua, ah bu, and ah meng... nth much happen.. sian one la.. except the ah meng say joke.. v funni one... he go call our teacher "neh ji" hahas!!! so loser lor de teacher... cb she so rude, tell her go n die la... nb... den go ah hui hse eat lunch... play bball... haha... my round-de-moon trick dam cool lor.. den got sum gang come wan play w us knn... tink dey so big isit? in the end we nearly won... but stiu lose... cb... tink dey from sji big la... ask dem go eat their mohter arpit hair hahas!!! Don't you find the format "ah ___" very degrading? Its like a term you only give for the orang utans in the Singapore Zoo (which are, of course, foreign imports). And you never crack a joke on your blog and then laugh at it on your own. It's social suicide. And does it not occur to anyone that life of a cheenabratz always revolves around his/her gang, the jokes he make (which he thinks are very funny), his encounter with a superior or annoying civilian, before ending off with a mighty ultimate vigorously-researched joke to which he thinks is outrageously amusing? (lols!!!!) Oh, and not to forget, the dots. THE DOTS. Trust me. This will ruin everything in your life. Your career, your marriage, your social life, your fertility, your rep.. Everything. 
Sunday, September 20, 2009 | 4:20 PM
I know this sounds a little gay, but don't you think Taylor Swift's lyrics make a lot more sense than you first thought it did? Wow, she's just gorgeous-sounding.. it could make the winters melt and the darkness evaporate like mist. Don't you think this will make a great duet song? Ok yucks I'll becoming all cheesy and pretty-boy-next-door-ish (though I am far from looking like one). CCB ZHAO LIAO GO STUDY LIAO Saturday, September 19, 2009 | 10:54 AM WHY, GOOD MORNING OL' FOLKS AND LIL' RASCALS! In the oblivion of life, Lostsoulxcapin has ceased to exist -momentarily - in the minds of many whose hearts were once captured by the literary power of this journal's mesmerizing content. Therefore I cometh, in the full glory of of my messianic self, to reach out to the lost, save the poor, feed the hungry, heal the world... with the most unholy news of my nonsensically lame life I am ashamed of to share. So far my life has been far from exciting. It has been emptied of its colour to become that frizzy, sketchy drawing on a torn and tattered canvas with lots of fiercely imprinted red ink, wild thrashy crosses and several sympathetic ticks... It has been, to say the least, the most demoralizing period I have ever went through academically, and I won't be looking forward to the results that would inevitable land back in our hands. But the battle is not yet over. Officially, it will, on Wednesday. T'is I mean the Preliminary Examinations with no conclusive link to the Advanced Level Examinations. Doesn't one feel all estranged from himself with the nauseous tide of our pre-ordained lifestyles that we detach ourselves from our life buoys, even detached from ourselves? I have grown more than sick of prelims and cannot wait for it to end. But my joy will be half-filled because the grace bestowed upon us in its descent will only be pretentious, nothing of the genuine liberty we once had in... poppycock, sicheng. We never had genuine liberty if we still live through the same routines we live today. Alas, freedom is shortlived. So are we ever truly free? Good thoughts Tuesday, September 08, 2009 | 6:41 PM Clarification:
Tuesday, September 01, 2009 | 10:21 AM
Lostsoulxcapin is not going to close down. It is not even going to be abandoned for eternity. It is simply under a temporary hiatus as this period will be a busy time. Meanwhile, I have switched to Twitter (a relatively less time-consuming means of self-expression) but I will return to Blogger soon. Peace out dawgs My good brothers and gentle ladies! Hear this cry! For I have officially set this blog aside (temporarily) in place for Twitter. From now till the end of Preliminary Examinations, This blog will be in its menopause; But Twitter will continue to bleed thoughts. You cut me up and I Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding~ So to my non-existent fans, do check out thecommentary instead of lostsoulxcapin because the hip and happening vibe has all gone over there. BAIK LUH TWITTER! Monday, August 31, 2009 | 7:28 PM So I went to Meridian JC today as a monstrous burden tagged to Brian. It is DAMN NICE... the field, the infrastructure, the whole vibe... or maybe the pathetic state of AJC has simply rendered me nonsense in my standards. Now do I understand the staggering difference between AJ and other schools. To put it profoundly simply, AJ is total shit. Its culture, facilities, student welfare, is all really just shit in various forms rolled together to form a chocolaty dough of benign massive shit. If not for the people who brighten up the dim corners of this 'institute', AJ is no better than your 10-year-vacated decrepit factory inherited by aimless fools. And the cheenas who flood in the school gates, oh my 'tian'- we are indeed suffering a cultural identity crisis. Today Miz and his band were doing Beatles songs. These are the kind of songs that get people on their feet, start moshing and go crazy in the crowd. But OOPS! SORRY! only jay chou music allowed! Get your beatles crap done and over with! Someone call in a Rain-wannabe to perform instead! Because the crowd only knows how to do that STUPID hand-waving thing in the air acting all sentimental to the crooning of the heavily-dressed aspiring twit! MEH, so typical la c'mon... Our school needs a breakthrough from the toilet bowl it resides in. It got 4 Gold with Honours this year but the support for these 4 CCAs are CRAP. (save Choir perhaps) Its students are suffering from a total lack of self-confidence. Have we ever asked ourselves why? Perhaps it is time that we look to the AJ crest with greater seriousness and ponder on whatever existing school pride is left - if any still abounds, and any soul still believes. At least the time after school was a breather. I travelled miles to meet the rest in VS (like what the hell, and I thought I hated VS bad enough... until I came AJ). Its great to see the others but hardly any of them have changed. Hilarity can be derived even from a simple lunch over two cramped tables in a Subway store as we talked about the latest juicy news in school and stuff. Damn, with Joel around, everything spices up. Its hilarious shit catching up with them homies. Was very surprised to see Bronson, Hancong, Srinivas, Arthur, Tegoeh, Matthew, Ren An, Firdaus, Chris, Ryan and others in this visit. Seeing old faces again is rather haunting. But some of them have been my bros throughout sec life and boy, with such a long span of not seeing them, the joy at that instant can be immense. Makes me feel the old days when life was like lepak manifold. Today I lepak in the depths of books :/ Saturday, August 29, 2009 | 3:54 PM THE FINAL STRETCH!
RUN YOU DUMBASS, RUN! "That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going. " -Forrest Gump, 1994. Majulah ____________________________________ I don't think I can keep up with my promise of fully installing a hiatus on this blog because writing is almost integral of my self-expression. And herein lies all the thoughts I think in a day- sometimes thrash, other times deep and sincere. Sorry I'm just kind of in a very reflective mood now, so tahan my droning ok. This week's been kind of mixed emotions for me. I've been extremely stressed. I'm clearly not coping well with the pressures of prelims. On the other hand, contrary to expectations, school's been a very funny experience actually, and class simply has too many personalities to run out of discussions on. In a way I'm becoming increasingly grateful for the friends I've made inside. Everyone is so approachable. I don't fear being made an outcast or a subject of insults, because we do that to each other all the time. I've come to realize that the atmosphere in class has become so comfortable I don't even realize it- until I leave for medical checkups to NDU and wake out of my reverie. Life outside school clearly does not spoon feed social security. I am eternally thankful for is Jason. I used to think he was a gangster but oh the reality could not be further from the truth. He is about the most hilarious (and underrated) joker I know in college and the best thing about him is that he hardly reckons it. His idiosyncrasies are just plain quirky; his hair is ALWAYS in a mess. I still remember the math lecture test we were doing when Jiaxin wanted to ask Jason something. So we all turned to his direction calling his name and he turned- with his hair blown all over like he just ran across Kenya and came out of a sandstorm LOL that was EPIC. But besides being incredibly funny he's been a great friend through JC. Despite being highly competitive, he's always around to be your punching bag and basin to run your rants down... only to get back a series of rants running back at you in never-ending verbosity..Irrespective, he's been a radical blessing to me (and the others i'm sure) and knowing him has been an absolute privilege. A personality I will NEVER forget! I'm eternally grateful for Jiakshinz. When I first saw her I thought she was a sex-crazed lesbo witch whose life is sold to an orgy party but OH MY, IT IS SO MUCH WORSE... HAHA the great thing about her is that you can dump any rubbish on her and she'll just suck it in. That's why she's so fat today haha. I'm just kidding, she's been an amazing encouragement to me in my lowest times :) she's very dependable and fun to crap with. Sometimes she's so weird I don't really know what to say.. Of pajamas, banana-eating habits, exceedingly unglam moments, ABSURDLY EGOISTIC CLAIMS, hilarious controversies and self-restrained ah-lianness, she is arguably the queerest tiara-seeking Prom Queen-wannabe I know in life. But she's extremely funny and if you've got a joke to tell or an insult to shoot, she's usually on the top of the list. I'm just glad I got to know this exceptional great comedian this personally, who is also a very genuine and loyal friend (good dog) throughout JC. (: Toughen up k xiao uglyz? You're gonna breeze through this academic storm. Light up the world with your humour, its your CA. You will surely become the next Ellen Degenerate/ Smiley Myrus. Lastly, I'm eternally thankful for Prad. He's been one hell of a hotline from insanity in school. Since the old days when I thought he was just a stinky asshole, our lives have somewhat come to be very transparent to each other. I practically have to endure this same shit for 80 weeks in my whole college life. But by knowing him, I have come to know the assholic, the hilarious, the disgustingly gay (for the ladies out there, jk.. he's straight.. i hope), the abhorrently act-cool/act-cute, the emo, the (well-attempted) intelligent, the outrageously stupid, the earnest, the preposterously lame, the sometimes ridiculously NAQ, and ultimately- the mutually-trusting, loyal side of him. The oft-used proverb on choosing your friends wisely should by no means be downplayed; tiresome it may be to hear, the wisdom in the phrase is infallible, and so applicable in the latent social plague of today's most insidious griefs. As social circles expand their borders, friendships incline to superficiality. All breadth but no base. Of the most memorable takeaways I can bring back from college life, one of them is undoubtedly this- knowing and enduring class life with my closest bro. I measure the success of life by how much I am able to be a blessing to others. And I'm always wondering, did I do enough? Are my actions justified? Have I been an encouragement to someone today? Most of the time I end up puzzled my own thoughts and sleep away confusion. But when I lie awake, my head is filled with these unanswered riddles. And I could get very troubled sometimes. Why, sicheng, why... live your own life, not off others.. but the problem with this demonic argument is that I am innately wired with this mindset; it is far too fixated. "I see my life in the lives of others". - Local designer Ping So its Kevin's birthday on 27 August. BIG DEAL! just kidding. it IS a big deal. He should be torn inside out and have his eyes/mouth resized to make him Kovon Mochol. I find it quite amusing that the people I've grown to be good friends with are all people I once avoided/ thought were queer/ couldn't give a shit about/ never expected anything from. For example, I used to dao Kevin (oi he also la) like some shit in the morning bus (we take the same bus- the legendary 269; so full of controversies, really)... thought he was just like any other weird shorty. Today I still think he's a weird shorty (haha) but the sole difference is that we're really good friends now. Who would have guessed? Ironies of life. I guess it was during the Nov/Dec season last year that the hockey guys really started bonding? Its been crazy since then. haha those were the times man, those were the times.. Today was just hilarious. Going out with Shaun and Venga is ridiculously crappy. We called Kevin; the first time we did that, I feigned Mr Sanuse who needed to know the shoe sizes of IHG Floorball 1st Prize Winners.. so unconvincing, really.. Venga called Kevin for the second time, pretending that he was conducting a BATA survey (LMAO) and needed to know his shoe size. Obviously he didn't buy in to that but irregardless, we got the shoes anyway. Sensing the need to make him a card, we used good ol' foolscap paper. CHEAPSKATE PL0x but the funniest part was writing the content inside. It was total inspiration from Woll Smoth. "PS: about the momz, cool story bro." HAHA best way to bastard others Adding in the yellow ribbon pamphlet we got from a flag day activist, I delivered the shoebox to his house and sms-ed him. To my utter shock, I went to the wrong house (or sort of). And Kevin backstab me from behind to claim his prize. SPOILER! damn weird know, he got 2 addresses. But he was kind of in a predicament at that time; I was rather burdened for him. Seriously man, when things get blown out proportion... anyway just praying he'd get out of his mess alright and all. i mean, that's what friends or bros are for right.. looking out for each other and stuff. So Kevin, stop being an emo shit and get yourself back on your two ruddy feet. Sort your thoughts out. Chin up and look up. You are a capable Indian. Girugamesh. Thank God that bong came for Uth today (: Its mighty fine to see him back. I don't think the good ol' days of 2007 craziness can ever be retrieved again, we are all, after all, evolved products of the infamous Time. So let all that came to past be fondly remembered, the present cheerfully lived and the future earnestly hoped. Today as Ian prayed I was suddenly transported back to Uth Camp 2008 when that was really the high point in my christian walk... I thought so much about it. Then I look at myself today. I compare past and present. How much have I lived up to my promises? How far have I undertaken this journey? Have my compass been set to the right direction? The truth of the matter is, I have hardly made a quarter of a mile. I sat there at the side of the stairs heartbroken, recounting. Maybe I've gotten all the distinctions the world wants me to get. But to God, am I but mere fail? Night is always a curious moment of sensitivities... and fond wonder. Timeless, really. No one really knows how serious I can get behind the stiff front of the computer screen, but if you can see my current state, you'll realize how different a person I am.. those closed facets lift off, and a more vulnerable side of me is dauntingly exposed. What you see written here on this blog does not reflect my outward personality in society. A universal concept? I suppose its the same for everyone... Monday, August 24, 2009 | 6:32 PM Yesterday's failed (albeit crappy) study with Prad in BK has confirmed my utter lack of discipline and imminent meltdown if I do not change my ruinous ways by today. Damn you sicheng, why are you so laid back? Why aren't you working hard? WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE WRITING THIS RUBBISH WHICH BARELY PERTAINS TO THE ACADEMIC LEGACY EVERY SINGAPOREAN DREAMS OF LEAVING? I am furious with myself. That's it shitbag, time to zip up this bloody brog/brugh/brblurbuhblrog or you won't get nowhere. Now do I truly understand how baggy a shit I am and how a big FAIL in prelims for me, will be well-justified with my current circumstances. Its hardcore crap from now on and I mean it baby. Adieu lostsoulxcapin, till a brighter future comes. To my non-existent fans, you are all my enemies (for now). No more Nice Sicheng onwards. It's gonna be Street Sicheng baby, like all cheap, conspicuous chinese. Sunday, August 23, 2009 | 12:01 AM Met up with Brian at vibe just now. And we were talking about sec four crap. Damn, the more I recount those days, the more i miss the old friday lunch club gang, when we all got frivolously fat; the more i miss playing soccer with hafez, andrew and the rest in the mud; the more i miss taking the lift secretly in groups, pasting post-its on A.lim's car, playing basketball in class and break windows, dunking each other and jumping into the pool at Yanjie's house, smashing cake in Ren An's face, going through laughter and shit with A.lim, encouraging each other at the O's period, going out 23-strong on grad night, laughing our heads off at edwin's primitiveness, wenxian's idiosyncrasies or farhan's crap...  Damn, those days were good. It's a phase long past, but they are people i will cherish till my hair grays and bones wax old. they were amazing shit. i will remember them for that. Just thankful I've gotten to know someone like Brian. He's a great bro :) He's one of those peeps you don't have to talk to everyday or, even MSN, to stay close friends with. In fact, the longer you guys don't meet each other, the more shit to talk about in the next catch-up gathering. So goes the same with the other close friends I found in 4C. they are funny as hell and I don't sense any uncomfortable need to fit in. Man you know what, now i'm just lookin' forward to see the other guys or, better, book cage for a day and play soccer for a solid full afternoon or something. Perhaps after the A' Levels? We'll see... we'll see. Saturday, August 22, 2009 | 11:58 AM Edmund: like chinese openly tell malay "eh u using my parents money and getting free education, u better get some As" Edmund: den everyone roflmao and all Edmund: and malay jokes back some chinese jokes Edmund: i kinda like the feeling, Edmund: there is no hiding. Edmund: we speak what we like, and hence, we find out what exactly is the threshold Edmund: thats multicultural living. Edmund: in AJ, its like, with girls around, kinda makes it hard to be hardcore. Edmund: And in the process, guys inside are mostly becoming pretentious to impress girls Edmund: or full of faggotry to impress girls. Sicheng: youre not gonna win the girl over if youre not gonna show your uglier guy side. I had a very lengthy conversation with Edmund yesterday. And it all started because of Minge haha. And yet, though absurdly extreme his viewpoints may be at times, I couldn't help but agree with him on the dying need for guys in co-ed schools (FOR EXAMPLE, AJC) to look cool, suave and too-diehard-ready-for-a-relationship. "It’s quite funny to watch guys trying to get close to a girl by posting on her wall… and she replies NO ONE. LOL fail birds." - Gordon Bong, Thinker Like what the hell's up with the new tempo of young boys and girls coupling together man. Even worse, what's up with people getting all flirtatious just to get a hot girl. I don't get it. Relationships are important, I suppose, but does it necessarily dictate one's life goals through and through? Because the way and the extent which people go just to impress is far more repulsive than attractive. Slowly have I realised that I have slightly slipped into this horrendous culture recently or so, but now, after talking with Ed, I now stand in full confrontation of the issue, mortified in my steps. The principle problem of the matter is as Edmund mentioned, pretentiousness. If there is one thing I would rid of the world, it is this. Pretentiousness that is wrenched with deceit, hypocrisy and insecurities. It is an ugly word that fashions itself in all the party extravagances a guy will need just to find his perfect formula. The past week I've witnessed so many examples- looks must be top-notch, personality must be spot on, and the spoken word must be fit for a steady conversation. But alas, it is all conformity to the identity of the Flirtatious Man. Surely he must suffer from some sort of identity crisis or shame of other-personalities? The guys I can't stand the most are those who try so hard to be Someone they are not. And that 'Someone' is continually evolving and transcending, such that the title of 'Someone' is never really attained. What losers. They treat the whole BGR issue like a game of love, where looking (or acting, really) cool is the final Checkmate. Is it really so? Do you players really damn think this shallow? But little did they know that it is all a trap of their own identities. How revolting. I am so glad that I do not have to conform to this identity that everyone's pursuing. I'm glad that I do not need to gel my hair like a git, speak eloquently like a wannabe, or chase a holy ideal which the excited men advocate, solely defines Male. I'm glad I don't have to behave a certain, social-adjusted way everyone is. I'm glad I'm not a conformist to a trend which everyone thinks by following it will make them non-conformists - the irony of it all. In a society where laws are laid to tell you how to get a girl, how to look good and be a social centerpiece, I'll spit in the face of these laws and tell them hypocrites, I set my own laws - by the antipathy of my senses. Friday, August 21, 2009 | 10:04 PM I love rainy days. The heavy afternoon shower today was absolutely refreshing.  But nothing's beats a few good pictures of unglamarous classmates.  Urgh ok everytime this idiot does this face, it really makes you feel like shoving something fat and chunky up his damn flaring nostrils e.g. Jiaxin's chipolatas fingers Hey good-looking, why the self-denial?(haha now you want to shove sth up my nose)  Sigh... and I didn't even ask for the lips "I Know You Want Me Baby" STO-MAH-TAHZRyan's Epic Days And the sickest of them all.. oh no life will never be the same again  "Hey honey, hope my mohawk turns you on :B xoxo"And the walls are Barbie pink, oh no. Is this the new edition of Pocket Polly? Peni* is currently suffering terminal withdrawal symptoms from a lack of masculine guidance. His condition, I emphasize, is extremely serious. 8 months of conclusive studies have shown that the specimen can be very aggressive at the wrongest times, temperamental and unstable, occasionally displaying mohawk spasms and spontaneous Ultra Man runs, flailing of arms, random MJ (albeit cmi) impersonations, and making of strange, strange noises (i swear, i heard him mimic a hermaphrodite walrus with one ball before- it was disgusting). Regardless of symptoms, I strongly urge all males to act in charitable spirit and give him our fullest support in his search for a fairer life. After all, Peni is just like any human. Peni has his own rights. Yes yes I know you might object because he looks more like a dog, but still... some people just can't help it right? So we must shower him with love, and joy, and wonders and care... and help him to blossom into the man he has to be. He deserves a second chance. Give him that. -Signing Off,You can make a difference. Crystal Tots Childcare Centre *Not his real name to ensure anonymity of the subject. Has anyone watched the VJC- Nobody video before? It got uploaded on Facebook. Clearly inspired by the video, Jiakshinz decided to give it a try and sprawl herself against the lecture theatre wall in similar manner, hoping a shot of her from behind would look better but alas, life is never fair...  Oh Dear EDIT: oh ya i forgot, prad just totally sucks at explaining electro-chem. THAT USELESS PIECE OF...nvm. he's just deficient. Or maybe he hasn't realize that the theory of contestability also works for electrochem too~ One, two, three, four Tell me that you love me more Sleepless, long nights That was what my youth was for Oh teenage hopes are alive at your door Left you with nothing But they want some more Oh, oh, oh You're changing your heart Oh, oh, oh You know who you are Sweetheart, bitter heart Now I can't tell you apart Cozy and cold Put the horse before the cart Those teenage hopes Who have tears in their eyes Too scared to own up To one little lie Feist - 1234 Nowadays I go to school listening to this track, until I meet Kevin on the bus and take my ear phones off. Its definitely a breather from the heavy AC/DC tracks i usually drown myself (YES I IS ANGST MAN), but at least I've shifted from the Metallicrap I used to listen to every damn time I get angry (especially during July when there were, y'know, mid years and all that shit). Metal really is like sweet release, yes? The worst I ever got to was Pantera, oh dear. What was I thinking. Gets me thinking back about my sec 3 year when Cradle of Filth, Pantera, Disturbed, RHCP, Nirvana, Megadeth, Atreyu, Bullet For My Valentine, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Led Zeppelin, Marilyn Monroe, the list goes on forever... and we actually formed a rock band that does all those Nirvana acts, The Darkness hits, RHCP funk and Gn'R stuff- topped with killer solos by Darren Chia (LOL) composes rubbish lyrics (lmao i can still remember our debut was Road To Kill. freaking screamo shit) and chooses and sleaziest studios for jamming sessions, hell.. but boy were they adventurous times- and we always got a free jug of Coke at Gas Haus. I went to a gig once and hated it- it was some Madhouse of sex, smoke and drugs. And thrash metal of course, with the lead singer writhing on the stage. The band still exists today (i think) under the name Polarix, so stay tuned for their next album if it ever does come out! (for the record, yours truly got retrenched. yeah damn loser right haha sobz) Today I am a lame and boring chinese boy who is surrounded by short, ugly people and little lame indians who laugh at the weirdest things. O the horror of asylum., But its ok, i still love them. To the books I flee to and find eternal solace in. Signing off, AQ god Wednesday, August 19, 2009 | 8:45 PM Dang its two weeks to Prelims. TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS SICHENG, TWO WEEKS. FOURTEEN DAYS. In no time you'll be able to count the days off your fingers. (alas, and 10 I have) And to be completely frank, franker than your average Uncle Frank across the street, I've been totally rubbish in my revision thus far. Totally. I'm way behind in Inorganic Chem, screwing up my math like a bitch, been abysmal in Economics (so much for dreaming to go to London School of Economics, damn you sicheng... ambitious dog) and lost my consistency in GP comprehensions. O the days of our lives... Can I really turn the tides at this point of time? Or are all hopes washed off the shores? Do I embody skepticism and be a depressed cynic, or trudge on in the face of terror, muck and blood, not knowing where this war may lead to? Its scary seeing your contact list (especially 2408, good lord) has no one online, and you just wonder in your lil' wooden chair what the hell everyone's up to right this instant. Its very intriguing. I'd like to see the domestic behaviour of my classmates in their respective homes. How they sit around and slack, gobble up some ice cream once in a while, lie around on the bed like an idiot, stare into space like socially inert objects, do their little idiosyncrasies peculiar to themselves.. like I can imagine Jiakshinz just sprawled on the floor staring at a dust particle on the floor.. hahaha or Pradeep lopped over his dining table expressionless, eating up some bread crumbs on the table as he digests his 149th Cadbury Boost for the day... that fat ass.. or Jason pausing everytime he walks past his sister's mirror to admire himself, preening his golden locks of hair, feeling around his newly shaven chin, smiling to himself... NOOOOooooo this calls for a house excursion, good men and fair ladies of the North! To dig out the treasures and juicy secrets of our fellow Brethren. Double the fun, double the yum I gotta put my head to the plow and not the pillow from now onwards. The inorganic chem revision just now was smungtastic but definitely far short of the necessary work. What have you been doing Sicheng. What the hell have you been doing. You're gonna see another case of complacency smack down on you if you ain't careful this time. 2 weeks baby. Kill time by killing papers. Kill everyone who tries to kill yours. This is a competitive world. Beat it. (Jason: aiyohhh sooooo competitive!!!!!) Tuesday, August 18, 2009 | 7:28 PM  Happy Birthday Jason Abraham. Shaun sends me weird videos like these.Without you... 24/08 will be perfect... -ly boring. (I can already feel someone's ego rising exponentially out of GC) Hope you had a smashing time today. As much as the fun was short lived and we only got to douse you with one bucket instead of two, the greatest joy for me however, was creating the concoction of complete crap. Laughed like hell as we witnessed horror after horror before our very eyes. Soy sauce, 8 eggs, a full bottle of oil, whip cream (holy shit this was SICK), milk and ice cream soda. In the process of mixing it up, I almost threw up because it was soooooo shitty and the billowing whip cream made it 198235x worse, while the soy sauce smell overwhelmed us, boy.. aren't you lucky my newly-legal 18-year old friend. And wonderful friends like Ryan were willing to take a bit of the plunge in the process. Hah! Now you stink nearly just as bad as that- that other hopeless creature in our class.. But its ok! Take comfort that yours can be washed off.. (lmao hope the other one doesn't read this) and we all still love you regardless of olfactories. All ended swell with lunch at Pizza Hut with the famous five.. i'm just kidding. there's no such damn clique.. (OH AM GEE KRASS DEVRISXIONZXZX!?) But it was basically the usual people. Haha prad that loser he was doing some exaggerated imitation (AS USUAL MAN) doing his chee-niap swear, banging the table and gesturing everywhere when the place fell silent and kenneth's class were all staring at him from behind with shock. Baik moment. And we sang the kid a birthday song and to my astonishment, I saw a flash of emo on jason's face as a tear trembled at the corner of his eye but he sucked it back in and started coughing lol. But the funniest jokes were still those at KFC last night. Unprecedented, really. The driving test one killed me. And jiakshinz' um- unique face only serves to accentuate its hilarity. MOST WANTED 2. Jeryl Lee (missed) 3. Monica Lee (escaped) 5. Pradeep 6. Ryan 7. Teng Hui 2 down, 3 to go! heh heh someone's gnd in October. Like the Harry Potter series, don't you realize that all these sabotages amount to the final book, the "This Is It" moment in October? mmhmm.. i'd treasure my hair wax more if i were you.. For now, the final sprint must be raced. We are all holders to our own destinies... Indeed.. Fate changes everything... everything changes fate. EDIT: I forgot to comment on this. It is so incredulous. Jason actually camped at the school foyer pond from 7.00am. just to wait for me to come by. Like what the hell! When Kevin and I finally did, he had the audacity to trail and eavesdrop on Kevin and I all sneaky-like SIGH SO RIDICULOUS LA... and when Kevin departed, Jason screamed in laughter in my face "HAHAHA I SAW THE CAKE HAHA I SPOILT THE SURPRISE HAHA LOSERS" when the cake had no bloody role in the sabotage. HAIYO SO DESPO LA... must be Angst :D Monday, August 17, 2009 | 11:02 PM Asleep. Sunday, August 16, 2009 | 6:31 PM Today, a special someone leaves our house.  Thank you Creamy, our young and faithful Labrador Retriever, for all these months of sweet companionship.  You came in almost unwanted by everyone, but we've all grown to be so fond of you And today we miss you like hell. Come back soon lil 'un because the porch is strangely empty. (of you, your barks and your hairballs) Waiting, The Lim Family     I just look back at the days I've lived and I feel deeply blessed. When you realize how each day marks a new dawn for yet another victory, another great memory, another friendship deepened, and another source of joy, boy does your satisfaction in life just increase exponentially. Without knowing it, I adopted such a philosophy this week and I can genuinely say that it has been absolutely rad. In school, out of school, hockey, class, church everything. Indeed, one's joy does not have to be derived from another glee. Today was insightful. I had a lengthy discussion with Prad in chemistry class on several issues and it was certainly enriching (for good and for bad). I will never see some things the same way again.. Y'know, I really just wonder how i can stand talking (mostly) to the same person in class for two years without running out of crap to- well, crap about. Guess there's something new for juicy bitchy gossip every day i guess haha JUST KIDDINGZ, we are very pure people. Particularly Jason lah, wah lao, hands so sanctified, the touch of any unclean surface would instantly render him ruinously marred. Chemistry lecture was just hilarious man, talking with Yude Jiaxin and Prad during lecture was soooooo crappy. After much thought, I HAVE FORMALLY DECIDED... that I kinda like class. Or at least, the great friends i've made in it. (haha screwed up shit) Oh c'mon! Really. NEVER in my j1 life would I have expected myself to be such good friends with peeps like Jason, Ryan or even Pradeep who, (lmao) I thought stunk like a total shitbag on the first day I got to know him HAHA.. i know la dam ass but its ok, i've told him already and officially repented. Now, he's one of my best mates in class, and I would say even school. (awww.. touched right? you wish, immortal enemy) but yeah, i guess its kinda inevitable: see the same people for two years.. like Terrence Ng Teng Hui, YUDE, Jiakshinz, Jeryl the ah lian dog, Junhao the fail maid etc. you can't help but just become closer. Its been quite a journey since j1 hasn't it? Class shit and fail moments. Wow, the more I think about it, the more I appreciate class over 23/08 man haha kidding. but really, school days aren't that bad after all. And what better a way of ending your tiresome, test-inflated week than a game of hockey. With the people you've played, laughed cried and bullshitted with your whole JC life with. Beyond my excellent skills which, tried as I might, I could not hide... was the satisfaction you get with their company. Hockey as a sport has become one of my closest sporting passions- and ajc hockey team has become more than just a team. Though we haven't met up for very long, I don't feel the slightest out-of-place in their presence. You could insult each other and not feel a prick. Its like guys' school all over again. Again, NEVER did I ever expect that my closest buddies would be indians or malay (SINGULAR LEH... some one must b feeling dam honoured sia) but alas, they are. In hockey, we suan each other about each others' races- but ultimately, all are scumbags. So what's the difference man? Seemingly racially discriminatory at first glance, but take a closer look. Venga's s no different from Edmund, who's no different from Ami, who's no different from Chunli, who's no different from Miz. Great way to end this week man. Was Saturday tomorrow. >1! Thursday, August 13, 2009 | 5:18 PM Little darling it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling it feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun And I say it's all right Little darling I feel that ice is slowly melting Little darling it seems like years since it's been clear Here comes the sun Here comes the sun And I say it's all right Suntastic! haha yesterday was hilarious, prad made a new friend outside the snacks stall. What a most romantic hot spot for love-at-first-sight moments. Completely mesmerized, he then tore open the Chips More packet in his absent-mindedness, sucking each cookie like a total slut.. shit... don't even wanna know what he was thinking when he did that... Whichever the case, he's too act cute recently. Seriously. Everyday he just acts cute everywhere like vomit. Come school also must put neopwintzx on face HAIZ.. why so despo..  "veri kawaii wat.."oh c'mon. (lol k la i admit, i also put on NDP. HAHA bloody hypocrite) Even Jiakshinz wouldn't go to THAT extent.. (ok, maybe she's got her phone's photo edit function to beautiful her face but really. its not effective. i tried to save her face- to no avail) Speaking of which, come to think of it i dont even know how this whole jiakshinz thing even came about.. kind of sounds like a transformer or sort though, doesnt it?  I AM JIAKSHINZGuardian of the Chops n' Grills stall.  LAWLZRZXSun, sun, sun here it comes~ (the following is an attempt to be critical in life as my dear principal has ardently urged. "be yourself!" the article says, but the core issue remains unchallenged. Are we, after all, not all seekers of the answer to the infamous question "Who Am I?") Today as I was on my way home, I saw how the residents in (not exclusively) AMK hang their flags outside their flats along the corridors, and my did it strike me very hard; it was almost like a polite display of their 'powerhouse' patriotism. And yet, it all seems a casual hang-drying of their patriotism that's no less different from airing their garments. Does it go to show that the Singaporean dream towards nation building- is merely a ceremonial guise? In our haste to find more exciting displays for the parade, fancier fireworks and longer programmes to fill our schedules, patriotism has found its way to an ironical fate of neglect. Patriotism? What patriotism? There is no perceptible loyalty behind the stale flapping of afternoon-worn flags. Perhaps we Singaporeans should put aside our agendas for a moment and take a good look at the fervency of the Americans; Americans who, unlike Singaporeans, identify themselves closely with the saturated history behind the star-spangled banner and not fashion it with these most pretentious ways. A flag is not to be exhaustive of one's dreams for a country- it is only to be representative. And in our desire to represent our 'indelible patriotism', we have overdone it; all that's left is but an ostensible propriety of patriotism taught over the dinner table. Wednesday, August 12, 2009 | 8:55 PM Ok... so I heeded prad's sms in the morning and took a chill pill before coming to school. Which worked for me throughout. I dunno man. Was hella angry last night because i had so much shit on my hands to do. I mean, I was so inundated by my schedule that, after getting frustrated online, i switched my computer and mind off; plunged into the bed and promptly died on that spot. Even my dreams were filled with teenage rebellious wussy frussy angst. But I'm glad I managed to control myself in school and not be a total ass in school (ok, maybe i am somehat an ass, but not totally) so yeah... emotion is energy. Why waste it in life when its so very full of it already? So let's go back to oh-too-cool Monday when I went to cool Tiong Bahru with my super cool friends namely cool Damien, cool Daniel (but the coolest of them all COOL JIA HAO who took a cool nap and overslept for our cool gathering and therefore couldn't eat cool stuff at jong lohn silvers with too-cool us) and you know we had a super cool time together at a super cool void deck beneath a too-cool HDB flat with cool tables, cool pens (yeah Daniel's one were EXTRA cool) and too-cool-for-school High Quest books on which we had a cool discussion just about all the coolest things on Earth, wow... Monday was reeeeeeaaaaaaalllly cool. But everyday's cool with a happening guy like me so, yeah. xoxo! (lol ok its just weird typing like xoxo xiu but its ok, she's cool too) Oh and does anyone still remember the old brand Mat Kool? haha that was really cool too. Tuesday, August 11, 2009 | 10:18 PM Screw today la Monday, August 10, 2009 | 11:41 AM We had a picnic yesterday. I have work today. There are fears tomorrow. There are fears forever Saturday, August 08, 2009 | 5:52 PM  HAHA epic. And its not really very blasphemous too right? I mean, c'mon. its biblical... I was scrolling through my playlist today when I came across a very familiar song. Norman Greenbaum - Spirit In The Sky My oh my does this remind me of the days when we used to slack around at school at 7pm, singing like drunkards along to this song, and talk crap outside the PE dept while everyone packs. Then the sky would darken and sometimes we'll play a bit of last minute hockey at the track, still learning how to flick... And its always noisy outside the PE dept because the nonsense never ends. Back then, I probably had some understanding of the prospect of the nearing A div's/ A levels, but I was never quite perturbed... I could dance myself in the drunkenness of twilight, lost in blithe, nothing to worry about. There were no pressures, no ambitions and no fears; we were just living in that moment, enjoying the humour of our days while we could.. it was wonderful. Our spirits just rose to the sky. It has been a journey till now, hasn't it? Class has never been the most exemplary substitute for the loudness and dynamite bullshit of Hockey, but 2408 has its moments. My perspectives have changed in AJC by a many scale- and of considerable depth. For example, unlike the relatively more elite crowd in Victoria, I'm mixing with neighbourhood school peeps now. And its been a breeze (somewhat). And I'm (sadly) mixing with my own Northerners, and Westerners too sometimes, who are so unlike from the distant Easterners and their east-kroasty culture.. Sigh but they aren't too different I suppose. Save some exceptions like Pariadeep. hahaha. Yude was right about our class having hypocrites. I am one of them, I don't deny. BUT (this is for venga) I do not study >1 hour every day. I really don't. I would, but I didn't. And seeing how Chunyang seems to be chionging every day, I better get back on both feet before the torrents of pressure sweep me off my feet. Otherwise, I am just an insecure, shy, sneaky, hypocritical highly competitive and lowly self-esteemed lame chinese geek from the next block who's striving to be happy; just like everyone else. Tomorrow's gonna be a good day. Good night oh tragic world. Cheeky chinese goes to sleep (PRE) NDP WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY FUNNY Again, due to my overwhelming fatigue, I shall post about today's happenings in a proper, efficient and systematic study that is effective, coherent and comprehensive. (Ex) 1. NDP Videos HAHA holy shit some of them were hella funny like Monster Cock's class (almost shit in my pants), Yuesheng's 2508 Heineken reinvention, and Afiq/Mohammad's class's crap (makes you just wanna punch his face for being so full of shit lol).. hahaha oh my dog. today was too much. But credits to 08/08 man. Dramatic effect > SHAFT FIT KAHZ by a freaking MILE. Though I think I've seen such an effect before, it was nevertheless very clever. And very poignant. They definitely deserved 1st prize. Is it me or do the little things like "good videos" easily make me satisfied? One good thing about coming to AJC from Victoria is that you appreciate anything that steps out from the ordinary. 2. Lunch lol this one was really stupid. we (my dear class 2408) took nearly an hour just to find a place to EAT. Argument some more. Is it just me, or is this a perfect example for an Aggression and Limited Resources AQ? I really don't know. But I couldn't care less. All I needed then was some FOOD. Is it really that hard?! Thank goodness we found seats at KFC (thanks to someone's stunning pro-activeness) and finally got what we first sought for. FOOD. In the words of Junhao The Wise-wannabe, "Its not about the food man, its about the BAWN-DING." Hurhur and we ended up splitting to Subway and KFC. lmao my zedong 3. Excursion to Pierce Reservoir Because Tenghui and Jason were dying to follow me back home (i know, paparazzi... just urgh), we went to Pierce Reservoir (near home) with a hockey stick, a hockey ball, a portable water dispenser, and Creamy the Labrador Retriever. HAHA and something happened along the way. You see, Jason has this fetish with walking the dog. So he was practically fighting to walk the dog as we made our way towards Pierce. Then, as we were walking across the IN entrance to a petrol station, the dog suddenly stopped, and so did Jason. Then we started making alot of noise, "OI WHY STOP?!" and Jason said, "I DON'T KNOW!" And then, without warning, i saw in full HD a delicious piece of shit unceremoniously fall on the middle of the entrance, JUST LIKE THAT. LOL OF ALL PLACES IT HAD TO BE THERE. Instinctively, I looked at the petrol kiosk attendant and saw his jaw drop. So we scampered off like sneaky pradeeps for our dear lives before we get butchered for this heinous crime. What a cheap thrill. Tenghui and Jason were very intrigued by Pierce. They think I live in a different paradigm of another nature. When Jason entered the realms of Pierce, he literally just fell to his knees in complete awe and astonishment for the overwhelming beauty of the reservoir, even starting to sob uncontrollably into his oversoaped hands. It was a very emotionally confusing moment for Tenghui and I. When his moment was over, we walked along this long stretch of pavement (CANNOT GRASS HOR) along the sidelines of the panoramic view. I chipped my hockey ball by accident into the reservoir :( With the moral support from my extremely helpful companions, I waded into the reservoir, only to realize I could not reach the ball without getting myself wet to my chest. :( That was it. My hockey ball was gone. It has disappeared into the abyss. Sigh. Maybe I should write a poem about it. Maybe next time. THEN We walked along this nature trail in the forested area (DAM DORA THE EXPLORA CAN?) much to Jason's emotional delight, who was already beginning to tear again ("because nature doesn't judge me..") and Tenghui was having some good time fellowship with da dawg yo homies all hah but seriously- I think Tenghui has a really special connection with dogs. (but why isn't he bff-ing with jiakshinz? hmm..) He'd make a much better pet owner than I ever can be, any day. Won't it be good that one day we can have a KRASS OUTING to a place like Botanics, or even Pierce? for a morning jog or something. picnic by the grassy banks. Watch Monica trip into the reservoir and finally learn how to fly. See pradeep attempt to act cool again in a boat and watch him capsize like an idiot. Play friskbee with our good dog jiakshinz. See leon sun tan. Admire the sun waves ripple across the stillness of the lake, basking in the placidity of life.. Man... That'd be totally rad. Yeah.. Sicheng: Are you afraid of ghosts, or spirits? Tenghui: huh ghosts and spirits got difference meh? Jason: I'm afraid of living things 4. Life of Christ I've seen Christianity from both sides: from an atheist's perspective, and a believer's perspective. I too, was once an unbeliever, in my earlier angsty teenage rebellious years. But there is a reason why I choose to believe, even though I have witnessed the christian movement from different spectacles of life. Its because of the life of Christ and His love. A love I once thought was irrational and rubbish. But as like all kinds of love, its only a matter of time before it gets realized. Ian's message today was simply thought provoking. Or maybe it was just my current circumstances that make what he said so surprisingly relevant. I hope I can apply what he said to my life. And what a great song to end the service. You're all I need. That's just a wonderful thought. All I need. And Alvin, I completely agree with you that the part of the video when P. Mike gave the invitation and many hands were raised. I too, was very, very moved. It's a journey, friend. Thursday, August 06, 2009 | 4:24 PM Man. Talking to James yesterday really made me understand my position today. And my circumstances around me. "and it's like suddenly the importance which one had in the good friend's life seems diminished and one may not swallow that down too well... " Now I know why things have been so trying recently. And all the emotions, that I've been trying to subside, are always provoked to rethink themselves back into my head.. All my life I've learned that you got to suck things up like a man and toughen yourself up- or life will kill you. It has subconsciously become my second nature to insulate myself with my lighthearted ego amid the hard-beating winds of sarcastic remarks. And yet, in my objectives, I have not been completely successful. I'm too weak for consistency. I won't say its been all in all a terrifying experience, thank goodness for least, but its been very chaotic internally and i could spend a lot of time mulling over it. Maybe I'm overreacting (which very frankly, i think i am), but I don't know. Maybe I just gotta rock my head out with Metallica or Pantera and get my soul drumming to the fantasy of a lost music paradigm. But the only thing I wanna do now is to have a good talk with that friend right now. And just, share everything I gotta share. Wednesday, August 05, 2009 | 9:48 PM hahahaha even now i can't stop thinking about it.. at the Auditorium door, as we were making our way inside, Jon yanked the door open, only to see Adeline flying in as she held onto the handle for her dear life.. hahaha that was really really funny A song that simply dreams of eternity. If I ever get a girl, I would sing this song to her (: And then I kiss your eyes And thank God we're together I just wanna stand with you In this moment forever Forever and ever... Now the only thing that's left is this: who's that lucky girl! "MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!" "YOU!" Silkygirl: O: ME? The new Silky Girl- Relive the sexiness in you. Bolder, Brighter, Badder. (eng fail) Now comes in four tangy new colours: Suntastic Yellow Aquamarine Blue Gorgeous Green Plush-Blush Red. Are You the next Silky Girl? HAHA just kidding, i'm screwed up, but not THAT screwed up. In case you voyeuristic peeps are wondering, i'm not writing this post with anyone in thought.. but maybe in some ways, just hoping? I don't know. I honestly can't imagine myself getting together with anyone any time soon considering that i'm well, not exactly sex symbol material haha. But do I need to? Finer questions in life. Everyone's chasing love. Some avoid it. Others get it all the time. I think I am mostly apathetic but some part of me is just.. Tuesday, August 04, 2009 | 5:37 PM We started living in an old house
Monday, August 03, 2009 | 9:05 PM
My ma gave birth and we were checking it out It was a baby boy So we bought him a toy It was a ray gun And it was 1981 We named him "Baby" He had a toothache He started crying, It sounded like an earthquake It didn't last long, Because I stopped it I grabbed a rag doll And stuck some little pins in it Now we're a family and we're alright now We got money, and a little place To fight now We don't know you and we don't owe you But if you see us around I got something else to show you. The White Stripes - The Hardest Button To Button Jack and Meg White have a wicked satire more mischievous than your (not-so-average) hedonistic Jack n' Jill. They do things quick and do things right. There's no hesitation for them to put their mood into words, accentuate it behind the loudhailer, and ring it through the crowds with daring clarity and defiant insouciance. Such profound tenacity never ceases to captivate me. Indeed, when The White Stripes speak, all else listens. I was rather weary at school today. For some unusual reason, I'm looking forward to the 4-day holiday coming up. But I have 0 Plans as of yet. Out, anyone? I won't be able to stand much longer the heat of my oven home any longer. I need release! Liberty! Equality! Fraternity! Ah, the memories of the French Revolution centuries ago still have a special place in my emo heart. Believe me, I really am a French man in my past life but now converted into a typical ugly Singaporean with chink chank chonk's issuing from my mouth like verbal anorexia. Those were the days... when freedom was all I wanted... I was, a freedom fighter... today I find my freedom in the pages of my notes. "Wah you ah! So competitive one you know~!" - Jason Abraham, in his umpteenth assertion of my undying competitiveness. We did a video at the Parade Square. I don't really want to see it again but imminently, we all will. QQ moar This August is gonna be one heck of a month. Get ready for a roller-coaster of emotions and academic nausea, boys and girls. This ride's gonna be a bumpy one. *** Some days, I wish I was just a lil' more accepting of others. But 'love is such an old-fashioned word', they say. It makes people shifty in their seats. It is the unspoken syllable. But where do we draw the silver line between mush and loyalty? I believe I have crossed that line too far. And I have to learn to be less selective, and more embracing. Less discriminate, more assuring. But it is all very easy for one to turn into a cynic and forget about The Promise. Can one strike the balance between skepticism and love? Can one fulfill renowned lyricist Bjork's prophetic wish that "all is full of love"? 'cos I just want to do that today. tomorrow. forever. TODAY, IN A SUMMARY: I... 1. played Tchouk Ball, i shan't comment further 2. was very entertained by Jun Yoong's appalling "OH I KNOW" 3. saw Pradeep's GP grade and felt my stomach flip (hey, at least i'm honest) 4. was reminded by Yude for umpteen (jason's fav word) times that i'm a hippocreep 5. ate Chops and Grills and regretted 6. laughed at Jason because his moustache is GONE!!! LMAO 8. popped a party pooper in chemistry class and scared the living shit out of everyone (jx went into a farting fit) 9. was genuinely (HAHA and heavily) amused by Jun Yoong's stand up comedy in Civics 10. competed in backward rolling at the track and came in a close second. 11. had a fail but freakin funny calculator tutorial by Mr Jason Abraham in the Reading Room hahahaha today was pretty funny. wish all days were like today. Friend of mine made a thought-provoking statement today that made me very agitated, not at him, but at the current social trends we are brought are to believe are ordinary movements of life. i'm angry at how teenagers today are trying so hard to grow up when they forget the single most important thing of maturity: closing their chapters of self-insufficiency. Adult indeed. I'm Grown Up. Everyone's rushing to grow up. In their late night parties, their new found alcoholic obsession, their clubbing experiences, their ostentatious make-up; their newest addition to their collection of cars, their latest hook-up with the hottest girl in town; and their recent R-rated movie trip that got a many clapping and people raucous; laughing Just like grown ups. And yet they wash their childish fears With the filth of convenient grown up accessories Knowing not, that life was never close with their silent insecurities. So they slip into blankets of sex, surreality and stardom each night. Protect them from the dark. Laughing, fearing, hiding from their own boogie man. Just like grown ups. Sunday, August 02, 2009 | 3:18 PM Talking with jiakshinz yesterday, I realized how much people have changed over junior college. And the examples are not few. Ami, Teng Hui, Jason, Pradeep, Jiaxin, etc. (and I really mean etc.) They've all changed over the course, some way or another. I guess AJC really is (knowingly or not) a base on which people are nurtured to their fullest potential- mostly due to its almost non-existent culture and too-cheena-to-comprehend population, that has made it too easy for anyone to stand out. AJC-ians are generally subtler, reserved, and less spontaneous. For anyone to outwit/outperform/outshine the crowd wouldn't take tremendous effort. That I can appreciate. But the humour in AJC is abysmal sometimes. I sometimes can't understand how people can get so easily tickled by the most unfunny jokes. Laughing has almost become a polite way of response. Please! Progress or Politeness? If you think the joke sucks, and the joker's starting to get ego and the wrong impression that he's damn funny or what, then tell him to 'SHURT UP ! NOT FUNNEH!'! And spice it up with your ethereal minah accent or beautiful list of hokkien vulgarities (though I strongly advise you against it, it'll make you just look like any other cheena-pong bratz) and then tell your own unfunny joke. LOL hypocrite. But you get what I mean la. And neither do I get the catch in this proliferating need to make drawling calls for a target's name as though it were an attempt to act pitiful or slavish or cute. What's up with this? Is it supposed to be funny?! Even my dog's ass looks funnier. And I absolutely despise it when people constantly declare their little Own Liao or Win Liao moments when honestly, no ones gives a shit about your latest Own Liao incident. (e.g. *Exits the bio paper examination room* "HAHA HAHA OWN LIAO WIN LIAO GET A LIAO U DIE LIAO U GG LIAO U RETAKE LIAO U-"_|_) Think your Confirming Incident or Win Liao bullshit's sooo funny? well eat my SHAFT FIT KAHZ dung, bwitch! Saturday, August 01, 2009 | 9:25 AM Project Lightning Alert Objective: to remove irresponsible users who abuse the lightning alert protocol. Hypothesis 1: It is said, that the lightning alert switch is in the Almighty She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Principal's office. Only she has the supreme power over that destructive, yet innocuous switch. Therefore, it is only logical to deduce that every lightning alert (based on this hypothesis) is directly ordered from Her Majesty. Hypothesis 2: The lightning alert blinks, possibly because there is an Alternating-Current running through the system, causing it to blink. Alternative hypothesis 2: The lightning alert blinks because she's turning it on and off. (so retarded lol) Before we can fulfill the aforementioned objective, we must first test this hypothesis by actually entering the office and give it a go ourselves. After all, knowing the enemy's mind is the first step to affirm their defeat. You think this is funny? Think again kid, because you have no idea the extent of gravity of this project. It is very, VERY serious. The lightning alert is misused and turned on at the most inappropriate times. It is worse than your average Joe the weather forecaster. I won't be surprised if the administration sets up an alert for snow someday. But how do we enter, that is the question? Well we don't have to go all sneaky-like like sneaky angh-mouhs. On the contrary, we should be as loud and prominent as possible can be. For only then can we exercise an unprecedented defiance, (much to the PE dept's bewilderment) so much so that we will leave them unspeakably flabbergasted in their places. This is how we should enter. We should totally do this one day, all the way into The Office: with junhao having the highest privilege accorded to any Councilor to be the last mattress to fall into her office, onto that damn lightning alert. The truth must be known, young AJC-ians of the North. It will set us free. Join the resistance. (This was written whilst listening to The White Stripes. How the hell can prad even call them "noise"? They're bloody brilliant!) ***
Friday, July 31, 2009 | 11:04 PM
(trying to act all harry-potter like with ***) On the other hand, I cant believe I used to listen to this kind of shit at sec 3/4. wth lol I decided to post something on 24/08 since 90% of my life (currently) is spent with them, like it or not. For me, its pretty okay. Its got a healthy mix of assholes (pradeep, junhao), ugly people (jiaxin), weirdos (jason), unspeakables (mel and chanchanz 4eva) and MANY MANY MANY OTHERS. im serious, my class is just hybrid TTM. How shall I describe 24/08? I wonder to myself. Sometimes I wonder so much, words fail to express my emo for them. So I decided, maybe its probably best described in pictures. With a lil' dash of taglines of course.   D: slut! The Moment Before Death haha come to think of it i don't know when this war over looks first began Chow Ah Lian #1 Chow Ah Lian #2(sigh, n junhao's trying so hard to get into America's Next Top Maid)  (Kree! Kree!) HAHA 'nuff saidOn Wednesday we were seriously bored in the Canteen (mind you, it was 4 in the afternoon and we needed entertainment) so a few of us released our inner angst with some      Some week sia (note: this post is meant as a joke so no hard feelings!) Thursday, July 30, 2009 | 8:42 PM I didn't intend it to be so obvious in the morning, but I guess.. I accidentally let my mood lay bare today :( Argh. I don't remember being so stony in the past. Maybe it was just the events that occurred and stuff, but even so do I have the excuse not to control my emotions? Thank God for His faithfulness today. Now I realize how important daily surrender is. The past three weeks have been too slack for my liking. It is time to charge up. Today I met Edmund in the canteen and its rare to see him alone. He said to me, "I am taking a break now before I continue my epic journey." Then I looked at him and I kind of comprehended the true meaning of Epic: and we are ALL in this same epic journey from now till the A's. Such is even more epic than O levels; more epic than our first semester; why, its even more epic than all that epic-ness possibly summed up in the crooked jags of the AJ crest. Now is the time where the true AJ spirit is duly released: in its finest and purest essence, The Mugging Season. Which is why tomorrow I am planning to study in school after a short game of hockey, after Economics, all the way till evening which when I shall depart for church. Its mugging fever homies, so pick up the heat (and your friggin' notes) and start acting like AJCians!!! Wednesday, July 29, 2009 | 8:08 PM Career. Ambition. Passion. Money. Bonds. Scholarship. Campus. Degree. Life. I don't really know what I want in life man. Love the way The Cranberries started this song out. The crowd is crazy!!! Tuesday, July 28, 2009 | 8:07 PM Eh, school is quite monotonous these days. Dead silence and all. Sometimes in lectures as everyone's copying notes or sleeping on their tables, there's such an uncanny lack of conversations that I feel like a socially-defunct introvert.. like my whole social life has flipped the wrong way, inside out. I dunno whether its the JC system or AJC life itself, or maybe just my inexorably drained personality as a result of stress, but school life is just terrible... And I am starting to feel the effects of it: I think I've somewhat lost my past disposition and capacity for humour. Each day I walk into school like a cheerless zombie (as some idiot describes it by graphical means) just dreading the rest of the day, because its so boring, and so uncharacteristic of a proper life... was semester one ever like that? I can't even recall. But ah, well. Its not all the time la. at least i've a class that's not all too bad, and once in a while i bump into some spastic hockers (dei, not hookers like ajay la) and slack with them for a while. And some seriously random people like JASON GABRIEL PHILIP ABRAHAM who hasn't got a clue how hilarious a shitbag he is.. We were in the canteen talking (i think the topic was about how handsome I was) when this happened. Pradeep: ay... my father damn cool you know! Last time got afro hair and all Sicheng: Ya!My mom too! And she wore those big, thick specs and all! Jiaxin (extra): Ya! YA! YA! Jason: My father looked like a terrorist Monday, July 27, 2009 | 7:17 PM "KFC is not an inferior good. It's finger-licking good." - Gordon Bong, economist I don't really know myself. I don't really know if i'm a soft-hearted snag or a hard-hearted ass. I guess I have proven myself to be either cases. In the dealing of people being so exceptionally nice to me today, I don't really know how I should respond, because I don't have a definite personality to mould my responses. Nevertheless, today was great. And i seriously mean great. All thanks to those awesome people out there who, through the thick and thin of shit, gave me thicker shit. It was after floorball PE that Leon very leerily suggested we play basketball at Block 11. (?!) Even more unusually, many guy classmates came. VERY SUSPICIOUSLY, they were closing around Bryan and I. But being extraordinary geniuses as we always were, Bryan and I flipped the table and guess what? Pradeep got dunked the first instead. Supreme intellect dominates once again. But such deeds are not without their sacrifices- i got wet with my sexy sneakers, and my hair got whipped with cool whip ("its cool hwip!"). Those scum-riding scumbags... jason's gonna die next. along with xiaomeignd. And prad? Who thinks October's gonna save him? Fat hope, fat boy! But they are all wonderful peepals. I honestly didnt expect them to do anything, knowing they are usually all talk and no action buggers unlike super initiative organizers like meeh *flashes award-winning smile* but surprise, they actually did some hands-on today. Oh well, i guess this is what happens when you're the subject of everyone's envy... but do i have a choice? sigh... look, i'm really sorry for making people jealous of my exponentially gorgeous looks, but can i help it? I am simply a poor soul left helpless under the spell of my too-beautiful-to-behold features, lost in my good looks... I guess some things in life are just too charming not to hide... I love my friends. They are such a significant factor in my life. Thanks guys from 2408 for being so, uh, scumbaggish by participating in the dunk... haha.. and the whole class for the cake and all, i know its always thrilling for you guys to have a celebrity's birthday celebrated... after all, why call one a "celebrity" when nothing's celebrated?.. (haha can imagine people's smiles faltering by now) and prad for being an asshole as always, gotta thank you not just for the MJ cd but also for being one of my closest buds in school... Jason, Tenghui, Ryan, Jiaxin, and others from class, thanks for all the shit in jc life and for making today freaking hilarious. And the hockey guys, holy shit: i still can't get over what you guys got, seriously stunned man, just stunned... you guys have been the best (and only) team i've had, and as much as you guys are such bastards, you all amuse me to no end. ('happy birthday la bitch- for Sicheng'- Brendon Wong HAHA wat an ass) And of course, thanks to everyone for the wishes, each has been a blessing, i'm actually quite a shy and timid person so yeah.. *giggles* A measure of success for me is the number of people I have genuinely impacted in my life. Not the number of lovers i meet, or the career i find, or expansion of vocabulary or skills or even popularity... As I lead on this meek and quiet life of mine, i only hope that i have in some way impacted yours, for that is my greatest birthday wish. ***
Saturday, July 25, 2009 | 5:50 PM
Oh just to add on.. A group of us were in the library some days ago when this conversation started. *Jiaxin turns to Sicheng, flaring her nostrils* Jiaxin: eh lend me your calculator. *Sicheng hands over his calculator* Jiaxin: hahaha dumbass *Calculator screen: 2x2x4=16* Sicheng: what the shit, can't be my calculator la!! Jiaxin: it is la, stupid!? *Some moments later, Jiaxin borrows Prad's calculator* Jiaxin:(to Sicheng) HAHAHA AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE RETARD *Calculator Screen: 2.5 - 1 = 1.5* Breathtaking. The sort of music you can't help but just feel uplifted. Mastery and emotion never were so compellingly forged into one piece as this one. Its truly exhilarating. PS: Happy birthday, Bryan! As a gift, your name get to be featured here on Royal De Lostsoulxcapin~ the choice place for superstars (like me). *thunderous applause* haha. So yeah, wishing you shen ti jian kang, yi lu shun feng, nian nian you yu, yi er san si (HEHE SH0 IMBAL HANYUPINYIN WORZ) basically, just enjoy life... and gain abit more weight for goodness sake and get the hell out of that stupid fun club which everyone knows, ISN'T FUN AT ALL its total suan behind the childish politeness of its title so @#&%! well just some words of enlightenment for you... and try to aim for 100% percentile for promos... beat the living shit outta that 85mark byotch in midyears HAHA just kidding cannot b so the competitive one bah~ Friday, July 24, 2009 | 8:58 PM I think one problem about ajc-ians today is the utterly severe lack of confidence. Ryan was spot on. The symphonic band has always underestimated its own strength, but guess what? They got the Gold With Honours. They comprise mainly of neighbourhood-school entrees, YET they can still rise to the ranks of supposedly "premiere" schools. Why the lack of faith? Why the fear of stumbling? Beating oneself in pure self-indulgent skepticism does not amount to anything worthy.Talking to Shaun just now about General Paper similarly exemplified the same phenomenon; when your confidence is self-defeating, your work will also falter. The boldness is expression is ultimately compromised. Do we really have to give up all this potential just because we have a lack of belief? We are the dark horse, only lacking the hooves of steadfastness and strength. When I think on these things, I realise that I am more closely connected to AJC than i think i am. Its something I can actually identify with. I wonder how many other ajc-ians feel likewise. So i played hockey with Kevin, Jiaxin and Shirlynn today. Absolutely refreshing... until we had to stop. Why stop? Shhhhh. Wednesday, July 22, 2009 | 10:13 PM Have you ever been part of an intellectually uninspiring conversation, So much so that you feel your intellect is downgrading by the second? School is sometimes like that. And being in the same school for 2 years makes everything that much horrific. Damn it. school sucks. And I end up watching things like this. is it me or does 0.05 look like ongch**meng Tuesday, July 21, 2009 | 10:33 PM IM EPHEMERALLY SORRY FOR THIS RANT. idetestnotbeingabletodoshitlikecomplexnumbersorelectrochemitreallySUXtothemaXwitha freakingcapitalXandicantgetthefactoutofmyheadthatimalwaysscoringbelow25forallmy essaysandibloodyhellwanttoturnthisshitaroundandgetafreakingBforonce.anditsevenmore IRRINOYINGthati'mstagnatinginmmyprogresswhileeveryone'smovingon.imreallygladforthem buthell,imhatingmyselfevenmore.TOTALSHITLA.maybethisthesignthativelongdreaded.maybe imREALLYbecomingtoocompetitive.tooobessive.tooparanoid.too..SAXDAF.holyshit,imnoteven making sense now.IGOTTADOSOMETHIN'ABOUTTHIS. Its like i'm becoming crazy. Every high grade i see on my friends' papers turns me on. "Good Job"s are simply blissful to look at. Mere numbers make me sizzled up. When i get a bad grade i get pissed off. Then I start looking around. Almost snake-ish. Almost....sneaky-like. That's it man. I'm gotta go for yoga practices with like some random yoga babes and learn an Irish Dance and roll to school in popiah skin every morning. Pacify my thoughts. Monday, July 20, 2009 | 6:48 PM Today's civics lesson is strangely reminiscent of the Malay lesson we had in January. Full of bs. Pariamradeep is leveling up pretty fast nowadays. That britney thing he did was just... hahaha holy shit Removal of cavities very soon. Wish me luk. Sunday, July 19, 2009 | 8:53 PM “All efforts to save the environment will prove to be futile.” Do you agree? "Eh i'm beautifying earth can" Ho Jia Xin, Slut I need to get this done and over with. Kill the essay sicheng! Kill! Saturday, July 18, 2009 | 8:41 PM Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince A review **WARNING SPOILER* Before I begin, I think a little self-introduction would be vital. For one, I am not a zealous harry potter fan. J.K Rowling has my complete respect, but I do not consider myself a soulless devotee to her lore of understanding of the novels. Put simply, I do not mind a deviation from the plot outlined in her books so long as the book's original signature magic is not severely compromised. Secondly, I am not very familiar with the whole Half-Blood Prince episode (i've read it before i can't remember much) so entering the theatres today wasn't so much a well-read, novel-first-movie-second critic of operationally-ready dissent, but one who has limited memory of the book. Of course, watching this film had rewritten my memory, and I am ready to give my honest feedback of the whole film. As you know it, this film is slightly longer- though implicit in the value of 150+ minutes is the likelihood that it would have cut short many parts of the book, a condensation of Rowling's rich and meticulously threaded storyline which hovers just above very dangerous waters. If director David Yates were not careful, the shortened script can easily destroy the beauty of such inspiring literature, like how The Order Of The Phoenix had. Luckily for this film, Yates was prudent in his pruning. Yet, The Half Blood Prince is not without its flaws, some of which are devastating to say the least. Was it better that The Order Of The Phoenix? I believe so. But was it fantastic on its own? I have my reservations. The Good Rupert Grint who plays Ron was spot on. The Ron Weasley figment we all picture in our minds is instantly Grint's portrayal. He was consistent throughout the first five films but this time he was even better. Clearly he understood what Ron's character was. He's especially essential for the comic relief in this film. Thumbs up for this lad. Other cast were great as well, like the actress who played Bellatrix Lestrange- she is so accurate in her role. Lavender Brown was outrageously divine, what an excellent actress Yates got for the role. Her obnoxiously indulgent obsession with Weasley was grossly fascinating to watch. The first 100 minutes and more was actually pretty good. I could actually say I genuinely enjoyed it. This is only because the production team has finally decided to slow the whole pace down- and boy when it does, the magic of the film really works. The scenes are mostly well connected, though some transitions were disjointed. The development of the underlying ploy by Malfoy was well-formed and experimental, while Harry's constant suspicion of Malfoy was clearly underlined throughout the movie. The child-like magic that inspired the Rowling series is evident during this period, where time is specially given for the quintessential display of Rowling's vast imagination. The scene where Dumbledore pleads Harry to stop feeding him the solution from the basin was painfully moving. This usually-perceived powerful man is now reduced a state of nothingness as he reluctantly drinks to near-death, to a point where he cannot help his wretched self. Dumbledore was so weak that he even pleaded Harry not to feed him anymore. Does this not show the inherent frailness of every person in his most pathetic state? Michael Gambon who plays Dumbledore was great in this scene. He showcased Dumbledore's inhumanely human weakness exceptionally well. I think many people in the theatre were repelled by the pain, but drawn to Dumbledore for his tearful acceptance of every mouthful of solution. Quidditch is back. Though it is completely unrelated to the plot, Yates decided to bring it back in. And everyone loves a fast action game with zooming wizards and quick ball passes. Has anyone noticed that the Qudditch Ball always manages to find itself passed to someone else's hand, never falling to the ground? Hmmm The humour was lighthearted and quite surprising especially for such a dark film. I actually found it pretty decent (or maybe I just had a bad experience from Transformers) and you'll certainly enjoy the lightheartedness while it lasts. The Bad The last 20 minutes was terrible. Ironically, its supposed to be where the climax takes place. As I said earlier, the first 100+ minutes was good. But then it all went downhill. Dumbledore's post-death mourning was acceptable, but the death itself did not quite drive up to the appropriate climax. I felt Gambon was great for a few parts (see above), but as I watch, I cannot help but imagine what if the previous actor Richard Harris took the job instead. I had always believe Harris was better. This film Gambon continues to disappoint. Its fine removing earlier parts from the film (such as the numerous other memories Dumbledore and Harry were supposed to visit, which they did not in this film), but it wasn't fine at all removing the whole chunk of war between the Death Eaters and Hogwart students! Where's the seriousness of the Death Eater's invasion? Who cares if Lestrange was blasting glasses in the Great Hall if no one's defending? It doesn't make sense that they're blasting the whole place while everyone's soundly asleep. The fear which should have swept the whole cohort of its knees is awkwardly amiss. Everyone leaves the theatre buying into this grave lie that the Death Eaters merely came for a hit and run, when what actually happened was much more graver, scarier, darker. No one's injured, and the severity of Dumbledore's loss is therefore grossly undermined. Wouldn't it have made perfect sense that the warring will intensify the vulnerability of Hogwarts, explaining better why Hogwarts might close? But no, Yates, it seems, didn't seem to care. 15 additional minutes, however much important, are simply impermissible for the glorious sake of shortening the movie length. But seriously, who would have minded? The conversion of Snape from good to evil wasn't particularly dreadful either. Maybe its because no one had a really bad impression of the Death Eaters- to the audience, they are mere civilians, who can run around in streets under Happy Potter's nose, when no one actually realizes how dangerous they are. The hit-n-run crap only makes them look like undercover irritants who don't mean serious business. Good and evil doesn't seem so conflicting after all. What's there to convert? The Harry Potter character, played by Daniel Radcliffe, completely fell apart at this point in time. Its as though Radcliffe didn't know how to express himself anymore. The character he portrayed was so self-restraining, when we all know in the novels that Potter boy is easily emotional. Radcliffe's face was stiff, and he appears completely numb to the implications of Dumbledore's death. If The Half Blood Prince was meant to be an opening to the last two films, it has done so poorly, in preparing the audience for the final episode and explaining why there is such a grim importance behind the objective leading to the last two films. Hermoine by Emma Watson was good. But she could have done better. Almost as if she's been taken in by her own beauty and forgot to act properly, the Hermoine you see in this film isn't quite the bookworm-ish, ridiculously studious perfectionist you read in the books. But horny boys will certainly take delight in this film where more emphasis is placed on romance between characters. Ah, and about romance. The kiss between Ginny and Harry was just awkward, and it seemed as though the producers only added this because they only wanted to attract the prince-awaiting harry-worshiping fan-girls. Ron and Hermoine, however, make a nice couple. Rupert Grint is so lucky. Reducing the total cast to the main trio, Snape and co., Dumbledore and Slughorn wouldn't have much a change on the actual film itself. There is little character development over the spectrum of talented actors and actresses, even though many of them have distinct character traits. Neville had no more than one line. McGonogo(I forgot how to spell) doesn't get to show off her perceptiveness as an old wise witch. Hagrid suffers likewise. The expansive nature of the true world of Magic is insultingly reduced to a conveniently narrow-minded take on the cast. The diversity is compromised by Yate's reductionistic opinions. I think they are certain shortcomings of the film we can close one eye. There is an obvious shift of director's focus since the first installment- no longer is it a wondrous flaunt of Rowling's impressive visionary spectacle. Instead, rather than choosing to be reminiscent of the powerful descriptiveness of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, the plot is emphasized upon increasingly, which encapsulates the full picture of all 7 books. However, different directors have taken the books in different directions, and the fuller picture of the Harry Potter dimension has lost its depth and color. The brilliance loses its effect. Conclusion There were numerous good points in this film that make it an edge over Yate's premiere, but the ruinous climax of the film is nothing short of an experiential disappointment. And one single mistake can prove to be destructive on the ratings of the film. All in all, Yate has done it decently, but it simply lacks the epic substance of Peter Jackson's trilogy, the historic prowess of Rowling's series, and the appreciation for a diverse cast. I won't say you shouldn't watch it- its the sort of films you must watch however sucky it is, like Transformers. Just don't enter the cinema with high expectations, for they may very well fall flat and dismay you. 6/10 Friday, July 17, 2009 | 11:34 PM man its been difficult. I've been so dazed the last week. Even in class, I find myself just spacing out when i'm not talking to anyone else, slipping into a pensive mood. I've laughed alot, but there's been times I've been rather moody on my own. Lots of things happened this week that's been so hilarious, i don't deny that. Jason, for example, has been so outstandingly nutty these days in spite of the amounting stress. It was pretty adventurous touring around school with prad too. And ever has it been as easy talking to the other guys like ryan, tenghui or yude to save myself from self-wallowing. monica, jiaxin, jeryl and andrea are a fun bunch to take my mind off things. And of course, the hockey guys, whom I meet around once in a while, gotta say they're really genuine friends i can always count on. guess i'm not really the kind who really openly cherishes his friends, appreciate them and stuff after all. (because i usually use most of the time praising myself LOL jk) maybe i'm so used to being stiff upfront, stern, placid and uncomfortable with these kind of touchy things. its like a man thing or something. "shouldn't all guys be like this after all?" but i believe there is a sensitive, emotional and extra-spongy soft side of me which has a deep warm feeling for all these great people even when they do not know. (: ok this is so not my style of writing haha but whichever. i love these people. thank you guys for lifting my spirits when i needed it. i really appreciate it. i wont be any different from the usual me after this post, but here's a side of me you guys probably don't see often. xP crapping with alvin just now kicked my sides real hard. i think we have a certain common humour between us that makes things so relatable to! hahaha. this bro's incredibly fun to talk rubbish with. and xiu's going off tomorrow. i don't think she even knows how much an impact she has made on the heartlanders here. she has so much heart. its been great knowing her alot better all this while :) but its greater beating you in red bull. HAHA alright enjoy sunny aussie life again and mail me a live kangaroo. no kinder-surprise balots. And when I am faltering I still will find You there Thursday, July 16, 2009 | 9:40 PM Tired. Really tired. Sometimes I don't even have the mood to talk in school, not because i'm emo or anything but more like i'm overwhelmed by this 'sian-ness' of school? that honeymoon period after midyears is long gone, no more after-stress R'n'R. its full time, gun loaded mugging from this week onwards and i foresee that this will only culminate to form a stressful peak at the final destination we've all been working for: The Advanced Level Examinations. *screams* What i need now is a long 1-week break where I can sit down, still my thoughts and enjoy the moment of aimlessness. Where existence would be like a slumber of emotion- vacuous, spaced out, distant. Pure, unrestrained, unblemished and untouched bliss. :/ tired of life. Wednesday, July 15, 2009 | 6:52 PM Life Is Full Of Fails. Something's up with Jason these days. He's been astronomically epic. There were many incidents today beyond what I can remember. Can't imagine class without him. *During chemistry class, Sicheng is skeptical* Sicheng: You sure or not? The signs can just change like that one meh? Pradeep: Ya well uh ok let's ask Jason... *calls* JASON. When changed to oxidation, we change signs right? Jason: HUH? WHUT? eh look I cut my hair *In the late afternoon, class 24/08 is in the middle of a test.* *Monica turns around* Monica: *flaps hands excitedly* lend me that sticker!!! *Sicheng passes the NYP sticker that was stuck on his shirt* *Monica attempts to paste it on Jeryl's hair* Pradeep: NOooooo laaa you don't do it like that! You gotta use something to distract her! *Monica attempts a second time with extreme kiwi caution* *Jeryl notices feathers brushing her arm and turns her head* *Jeryl catches Monica red-handed* *Monica is shocked and pouts with her hands tucked up her cheeks* Jason: HAHA SO ACT C- (covers his mouth) *Silence* HAHA oh what would we do without Jason. He's so detached from reality sometimes and yet its an irony that people can connect so easily with him. Ryan got a glimpse of Jiaxin's mega mac ego a few days ago. Sicheng: PREASE Your face so ugly? Jiaxin: PREASE my face is like... *trying to find the right word* so pretty xP *Ryan cannot take it and explodes* Love my friends in class. They are super \m/ Monday, July 13, 2009 | 8:33 PM I'm on fire now. I can't stand getting the same grades over and over for my GP essays. Just the sight of it make me want to regurgitate and throw into a fit. It sucks consistently failing it so I wanna get my shoes back on track and practice even more. I remember the historic Great Leap Forward i made for Literature in 2007 (faster praise me) which blessed me with an A1 in O levels. I'm sure I can do the same for GP if only I put in my best and stop being so lazy at work- oh but what a cliche line this is. I'm sincerely happy for my sciences' grades though. i think they are what made this mid-years better than the promos. very concerned for ryan because he's lagging behind like nuts. seriously hope that he'll remain optimistic and bulldoze the rest of his time left with intensive restructuring of his concepts. anything's possible, right? And Jason was quite emox about the whole GP thing and I can totally understand why. "Poor Grammar" and "Punctuation Defects" are like insults to his imbal English. What can I say man. Mid-years are over, better done for it now than later. Join me in the quest to kill those satanic GP papers. i was talking with shaun just now over MSN when he sent me a link to a video oh my gosh i almost laughed my shit out EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS MI-BA-BLA-BA SPLOSIONS HAHAHAHAHA Sunday, July 12, 2009 | 3:09 PM Do the number of people you know necessarily equate to the number of people you care for? Who's relevant in your life, and who's not? Is time a determinant of relevance? Is the concept of friendship cheapened? Is there a criteria, and are qualifications twisted? Is the concept of social networking sensationalized? Are relationships tending to frivolity? Is there still need for genuine friends? Is it all emotion? Is it subjective, or objective? What is the implication of the word Friendly? What makes Friend such a easily appreciated word? Who is Friend? What defines Friend? What is the time you took to read all this? 'Cos i didn't intend it to make the slightest sense. Saturday, July 11, 2009 | 11:14 PM I'm sure you guys have seen this before. But the comments are lmaozedong "That was a good dodge!" "he should have thrown it back lol" "Bush dodged that shoe like a pro. He should make the next matrix or something." "Buck Fush!" "It is such a shame he missed! If I were next to him, I would have given him mine and ask him to try again." "lets see him dodge a bullet" "BUSH ENTERED BULLET-TIME" "what happen to the guy?" "the shoe attack!! poor guy is like going to jail for like years just cos he threw a shoe at a cunt" "Guy 1: 'quick, throw the hand grenade!' Guy 2: 'I left it at home!' Guy 1: 'Shit...well what else do you have?'" INTER-HOUSE FLOBO... 3 games on 25th. Lame or what sia? Then we have a committee of 9 people. P>MC. Now i gotta rush my AQs before I get slain by the wrath of I.Ang. The horror Friday, July 10, 2009 | 11:00 PM So i went to the ns registration place today not knowing what to expect. To those who have not gone yet, one key thing you should note: follow instructions extremely carefully. I am dead serious. There's alot of maze-walking going on. In and out of rooms. Changing clothes once in a while. Following specific orders for every room. Its a test of your capability to comprehend and follow closely- one wrong step and you are eternally doomed. The worst part of the procedure was the computer tests. Extremely boring, and extremely long. Extremely long. Extremely long. Extremely long. Its worse than doing an integration of volume of a graph. You just keep on going, keep on doing quiz after quiz (hell, not a facebook quiz), till your ass rots on a shit-farted seat, and you just wanna sleep, sleep, sleep.. got a glimpse of army lifestyle. nervous? slightly. dreading? maybe. but its definitely not the fear i had 4-5 years ago when the prospect of going to army had a downright pee-in-your-pants effect. Went to botanic gardens today with ICE. to my surprise, its a large group. ICE did not just merely contain the literal post-sec people (JC's, polys and ITEs) but it contained everyone after the mark of an O level cert. The gathering today therefore was large- but rather disjointed, given everyone's different personalities and natural groupings. But thank God at least today was quite a good start. We didn't literally look at stars though. Lots of mozzies, you would have thought it was a breeding ground. Get some G expenditure on here yo? Shawn and Melvin are imbal at guessing. They guess things you wouldn't even know were under your sleeves. Was suppose to teh-bing with Xiu but she left me for greater things (SOBX) so no disgusting competitions today! Ryanotawesome was hyper as usual. He never ceases to amaze me with his hyper energy. Daniel, well. He fell asleep. On the way back, to my utter horror, i met Chunyang at a bus stop. I was just thinking about the GP lecture when he, yuesheng and i were arguing over dunno what- when suddenly i turn around and i see this familiar china person beside me. Almost instantly start debating, aiya. He's really worse than the botanic mozzies. The kind that, fly around your ear until you become so pissed that you start to behave like monica and the urge in you starts to grow, to- to WHACK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF IT DAMNIT and thumb that n00bie down. HAHA just kidding chunli. But anyway, what (an unfortunate) coincidence. Party less lah boy! I am suddenly reminded of an incident that occurred in Chemistry lecture. *Sicheng turns around and reaches for Jason's chem script, peeking at his score* Jason: OI. *sees Sicheng scrambling to hide himself* Jason: OI. See what? Want see my score isit? COME HERE PEEK ISIT? OK LA! KNOW YOU GOT DAMN HIGH LA! SUAN ME LA! COME SEE MY MARKS LA! SO YOU VERY GOOD LA! K LA! NAH LA, TAKE LA! SEE? SEE SOME MORE, SEE SOME MORE" *Flaps papers everywhere at Sicheng's face* HAHAHA jason, hilarious ass Inter-house games tomorrow. Let's organize some awesome shit and get those damn gleaming SPORTS LEADERS AWARD!! Thursday, July 09, 2009 | 8:04 PM Bleagh at school. Been kinda sad. Something's wrong. Shit happened, and I didn't solve it. its been kind of an internal chaos since then. i haven't been managing my life properly. Haven't really been myself for a while. :/ Wednesday, July 08, 2009 | 11:07 PM WHO MADE WHO? WHO MADE YOU? kinda edgy these days Tuesday, July 07, 2009 | 5:23 PM "We are searching for people who know how to organize their writings, who are structured in their thinking, who are well-versed in their ideas and who are seamlessly fluid in the transition of their paragraphs." 1. I want my earphones back because a world without music is simply unlivable. 2. I guess I'll have to get a new hockey ball because my dog chewed my old one up. 3. I fear the onslaught of the Mid-year Result's and the likely petrifying effects on us. 4. I sense an urgency with the upcoming inter house games but I'm trying to remain calm. 5. I need _______________. Monday, July 06, 2009 | 11:24 PM Too cool for
Sunday, July 05, 2009 | 10:07 PM
School? Careful of what you speak. "No dark sarcasm in the classroom!" Regina Spektor - Laughing With As usual, Regina Spektor brings across her feathery light vocals and quaint musical tastes with stunning professionalism. Her sparkling, and yet whimsical voice soars effortlessly, while her buttery falsetto breezes through strikingly clear. She's your daily cup of morning tea with your average 2 sugar cubes- faintly sweet, but never a dramatic sugar rush spree. And she is far from mainstream bubblegum pop. In her oddities and sometimes absurdities, Regina Spektor stamps her originality as unquestionably certified. A most fluttery delight to listen to. Chris Daughtry - Poker Face (cover) And for this guy, well, its needless to say.. Good SHIT! Going out till 1130, watching late night movies, sitting around at Macs talking crap, and absorbing the ember-like night life of Orchard, is something I rarely get to do this year especially. Rising from the lifelessness of books, yesterday was like a breath of fresh air. Such a relief from the painful revision schedules we dejectedly follow. Indeed, this should be the way life remains as! But of course, there will then be the loss of meaning without the inevitable Work. Nevertheless, it was a good crowd yesterday. Plenty of soap around. Right! one movie down, two more to go, and July will be officially awesome (: Saturday, July 04, 2009 | 1:24 AM Make me know your presence Lord The King of Glory here You know each thought and action, Hope, anxiety and fear. How can I hide from Thee? Can darkness hide iniquity? Oh how can I unfaithful be, When You are very near to me? When God is near, all the world seems far away. When God is near, every fear is set aside. When God is near, how can I stray? How can I falter? I’ll stay upon the altar, I know my God is near. Make me know Your presence Lord, When I feel so alone. You know each trial and testing pain, The hurt that is unknown. Oh, why can I not see Your hand so firmly guiding me? Oh how can I untrusting be, When You are very near to me? Today was really fun. i totally owned jiahao (as usual) and got him back for last year's. HAHA. but eh this kind of things are must-do, right? If we didn't do it i'm sure jiahao will be really sad. he'll think to himself, "no one want to sabo me, so sad... no one loves me" WHERE CAN LIKE THAT! we all love jiahao. Makes me realize that sabotages are really getting so common these days. In church, that is. Not to say that today wasn't fun - it was crazy with the other guys. What I mean to say is that, birthday after birthday, we're doing the same old dunk and run (which doesn't last very long considering the premise's TOO-SMALL grounds) and watch the person retaliate, almost like a hypnotic routine we follow unknowingly, over and over, letting the creativity seep... Which is why i firmly believe that 27 July should remain a no-frills and no-sabotage day. BECAUSE we should adhere to more creative and humane means of treating birthday kids. Imagine all the gallons of water wasted! The Bandungs and teh-bings! Milk, oil and eggs! (Jiahao's meal fyi) Indeed, such is undesirable! I am extremely disappointed with the poor allocative efficiency of such acts! This should be stopped! Tag my tagboard if you agree! Then swear to PAP you won't do it! Amen! HAHA Ok don't bother what I just said. On a more serious note, I thought today's message was really what I needed. But i didn't hear most of it because I was busy with stuff. :( where's my christian walk now, really. Where's that christ-likeness I once daily sought for. I'm becoming just like any other person in this world without the inspiration of God's love. Its all self motivation.. After today and several things Ive seen, I really look back and think how changed Ive become, my walk and all.. Friday, July 03, 2009 | 5:34 PM This is just a part of a whole documentary of Michael Jackson's life. Responding to the questions by journalist Martin Bashir, Michael Jackson tackled some of the most hair-raising issues to date, including the alleged child molestation series, the drastic transformation of his facial features, and his troubled childhood life. Damn. 1.00-1.42min. Damn saddening. AJ RAP YO COME ON EVERYBODY Get a hold of this rap, Give me some rhythm with a 1,2 clap! (factory workers start clapping in rhythm) We'll do this all time masterpiece It's called the AJ Rap So won't you sing along, prease? Yo people on the left (WOOOOO) Yo people on the right (wooo... (dying already)) Say get get get on down say get get get on down - You say! (echo) get get get on down say get get get on down Once upon a time not too long ago A college was built in Ang Mo Kio It goes by the name of AJC That's the place for you and me! Yeah, you and me! I come from the great college AJ Where I grow from a girl to a lady today Hey everybody, Take a look at me I've got ker-rak-tuh, puh-suh-neh-lity I'm an AJ gal, AND THAT'S NO LIE!!!!!!! (WOOOOO~) So come on everybody let's shake the floor And the start the beat at the count of four Say 1 (1!) 2 (2!) 3 (3!) 4 (4!) AJ one we are number one We are great great winners today We're red in the face with lots of grace So get in there and win this race Say we will we will rock you (OW~) Rock you We will we will rock you (OW~) Rock you YOU WANT MORE ?? ( YOU WANT MORE?? WE'LL GIVE YOU MORE WE'LL DO THIS RAP LIKE NEVER BEFORE WE'LL GIVE YOU MORE WE'LL GIVE YOU MORE KEEP STUFFING STUFF stuff stuff... Thursday, July 02, 2009 | 1:02 AM As i browse through the endless portfolio of anonymous postings of musicians and their songs, i am moved by how mere, intangible music- can completely change a human's life. People share such a common bond in music. I've seen pages where people cry out in the comment's bar (as far as they squeeze in 140 words) how grateful they are to an artist- for helping them through a difficult period like cancer, or a person's death or when you're simply just down with a trial in life. Music has half the severity of politics and yet sometimes twice the recovery rate of medicine. It is exhaustive of all the emotions a world can bottle up - from the excited to the pained; the joyous to the sentimental. Over the week I was just bumping around American Idol songs and, by chance I found these two songs which are highly listenable. If you're really sad/emo(NOT SUICIDAL)/sentimental/or even lovesick, you'll dig them. Sorry metalheads but I do derail from the path of enlightenment once in a while :) WARNING: POP on a side note, one of the questions in chem exam today made me think back about the old joke in class long, long ago. What is the test for hydrogen gas? Brian: It extinguishes a lighted splinter with a pop song *dances* .. "I've got Madonna!" "Boo, I got Jonas Brothers." David Cook - The World I Know Carrie Underwood - That's Where It Is Tuesday, June 30, 2009 | 5:52 PM MY ECONS SUX sux my freaking prux i just cant get to da crux of whats making it so harx feel like a freaking dux sux Doing badly at an arts subject is almost shameful, and nothing short of the meaning of 'depressing'. Science is easy. You eat things into your head and then you vomit it all out. I'm not surprised if sceptics call it mere Academic Anorexia. After all, what is the credit of memorising power? it wears off and fails like any used toy. But to assess, critic, and evaluate the measures of knowledge which the servile Science gives- is really another standard we're talkin about. I don't wanna go any further on about this. Maybe I should have just gone to the Arts stream. But if I did, I wouldn't be in AJC (ask Shaun why and he'll give you his top 10 reasons and a bottle of Baby Booze), I would be in SAJC or VJC. Kena suan by Ms. Kat today lul Ms Kat: So uh... did you read the VJC notes? Sicheng: Er.... no Ms Kat: I dont get why you are reading other JC's notes. Sicheng: Supplementary reading, y'know. Ms Kat: Aiya.. cannot enter that's why just read notes right Jason: HAHAHAHA ok this one i really nothing to say lol. so endureth I, the gaspy cackles of jason. (that witch) Very funny ah Jason? ah? AH? Prad: aiya econs dam boring la hate it Sicheng: i wish exams were stretched over 2 weeks la. Ryan: ya i cant wait for exams to end man. Jason: im very angry that this school can't even supply soap in toilets HAHAHA Sicheng: OI Study econs lah. Quick! Faster! How to reaps EOS? Jason: What rip in your ass? Have you ever seen egos fighting before? Some people think they're just too smart when they don't even realise they're up the challenge with most awesome SICHENG THE GREAT PLOX jx: can u imagine someone so thick-skinned having low self esteem. what sluts. jeryllee: JX you're so brainless. if my brain has capacity up to 10^9, yours is 10^-9 sicheng: i think the key word here is "if" sicheng: OMGRAWD I ANGER LIAO jx: WHO SAY U CAN ANGER? U'RE JUST A SLUT GAWDAWG. sicheng: wah lao BLAME BLAME BLAME. now i realise all maids are the same. go finish your 3 star ironing course la! sicheng: WAH BEETCHING BOUT ME BELOW WITH ANDREA LUBLUBZ AH. thats it. now moni's REALLY coming to school with scallop bras. jx: WHAT. U I/C BIG LA. WHAT SAME. WHICH PART OF ME LOOKS LIKE JASMINE. U TELL ME NOW. LOL. ya u jealous i gossiping w ur lublubxz ar. hahaha HAHAHA OMG NO LINK. it's damn LMAO. sicheng: aiyo can raise your flabby arms to flail first then say prix! jx: HELLO. that is an art which i cannot master, not like great artist limsilut. sicheng: aiya dont give excuses. if you try, im sure youll get the hang of it easily. bao jiak jx: i don't have flabs, to begin with. im not like u can. jx: u have something against my voluptous {spellcheck} and hot lips? jx: SPORTS LEADER SIOLXZXZ. lolbe glad i didn't cab down ok. if not u'll get a slap from my limp foot. and pls. obesity, is for ppl like YOU. sicheng: SPORTS LEADER SIOL. eh you better dont rude or else i minus 5 points from your already negative "beauty" component jx: the more negative, the more attractive la. u can minus all u want i think u need more minusing than i do. and anws i can't imagine anyone in that comm having higher points than me in "beauty". =) sicheng: yours wouldnt even have a bar for beauty jx: of cuz. u can't represent infinity with just a bar. just for intelligence and beauty and actually everything else, i beat everyone hands down, especially gawdawgs like you. sicheng: neither can you represent "ugly" on a beauty bar. it just doesnt make sense. i suggest you refrain from future paegants. it may be quite hurtful. jx: LIKE DUH OF CUZ. i represent "hot pretty sexy" PRIEST. ya i know it will hurt ur ego but the truth is the truth la slut, face it. sicheng: im a guy, i dont go beauty paegants (thank goodness). but you, well, i think youre a girl so its more applicable for you? jx: but i figured u'd be interested in beauty paegants since u always like to compare ur non-existence beauty with my overflowing beauty. =) sicheng: lmao overflowing. but i know i cant compare with u la, im theres no measurable point of comparison btw my exponential hot looks and your cockroach face jx: NO SILUT, NO, BAD GAWDAWG. xp haha. whatthingwhatthing.. ur exponential slut face and my extremely hot face. jx: HELLO SPORTS LEADER. who say my hand can let ppl hold? my precious hand is not for holding. haha but i actually visualised us like in one line walking... so glam except for the slut gawdawg. sicheng: retard: ill be in the centre of the line thanks? centre of glamity jx: u know interference fringes. u're the destructive interference. so u should hold hands w ami. lol. the rest of us we're the constructive interferenceand WHAT RETARD. stupid slutty gawdawg sicheng: whats the link? fyi i have a beautiful fringe. even i read it also feel dam tired la?? Edmund: FFS sicheng you should record all tb convos with u and jx. Compile and post. Let us all roflmaozedong. There ya go. And this is only tagboard fights ok. In school, all of us fight. Monday, June 29, 2009 | 3:59 PM WT.? slow-mo doves~ never mind. i decided to reserve comments. one day over. 4 more to go! jiayou bahs k guys? we can do it de!!! finish this liao den can enjoy life le... can fun fun nehs~ >,<" maybe for once my essay might pass but, ah im not getting my hopes high. and AQ was such a :( tomorrow's intensity will lever up by another level. physics and econs. hell man. tak boleh tahan? Sunday, June 28, 2009 | 12:51 AM man. i read the past entries from 2007. and i realise that this year has been so different from 2007. i had such an awesome class that everyday was flooded with shit. it was the year i made some really close friendships at church which- thankfully - are still rather strong today. but most of all, it was the year i was closest to God. the year when He was strangely relevant to my life. where His life, His love and His mission had such a personal touch on my character. now im all studies. i'm REALLY all studies. frankly speaking, i don't really care about evangelism now. Prayer? Bible reading? Daily devotions? QT? Service. Ministry. Missions. Heaven. Hell. I've continuously heard this for 5 years as a christian. Does it not get wearisome after a while? And im beginning to realise that your religious belief is, seriously, as casual, as any opinionated view. one day you can be really vitalised for the Lord- the next day you are questioning your faith and you slip into a innate tug-of-war debate. salvation sounds a big word. can we be saved and unsaved daily? salvation is known to be a once for all thing. then it is also argued that salvation can be broken if a person truly wants to give up his belief and turn atheist or something. if increasingly people are becoming more extreme in views and the propensity to swerve to opposite stands are heightening, then what becomes of the impregnable beauty of salvation? as a christian, one of the things i have come to understand of my faith is that many things, however much opposed to my supposed myopic intellect, must be accepted. what separates christianity, then, from any other religion which proposes blind faith that verges on extremes? how can christians denounce alternative faiths if the faith we base our lives upon is also somewhat "blind"? what makes christians any more correct than the muslims? is it all about personal preference between human Messiahs? or is it merely based upon the random allocation of souls in perfectly random bodies, that one so happens to be a christian, a buddhist, a muslim or a Jew? as a human, im becoming less religious in my motives for doing good. While i dont do good to go to heaven (that's increasingly become less of a concern), i'm doing good now more because i feel that it is a personal responsibility to society and one cannot avoid it and therefore become a cheenap0x. as often reiterated by my non-christian friends, i now see the irritating nature of christians. its parodied in plays. its mockery is unrestrained. but i don't get offended. because there was once i was equally as annoyed by christians who were so called genuine about me when all they wanted was to up their cell group numbers and wins soul for earthly praise. the hidden motive behind that extended handshake, or that late night phone call, or that invitation card, is seeming more and more treacherous than when christianity first began. sorry i have to stop here. im forced to sleep early to ensure i wake up proper on monday. screw my biological clock man, its flunking nuts. ps: im not resigning faith btw, if anyone's concerned. i am merely expressing concern over issues that christians (includign me) are yet answerable to. Saturday, June 27, 2009 | 7:38 PM lol nt really sure bout the rest of the vid.. but i like the part they start bobbing Friday, June 26, 2009 | 11:29 PM Michael Jackson. The highest selling artist of all time. 13 Grammy Awards- duly deserved. The world's greatest performer. A timeless philatropist. He had everything. He gave everything. The world loved him. Then. Vindication. "Guilt in his eyes, I say!" Promptly accused. Left defiled. Scam. His world crashed. The painkillers failed. So lived he a widely hated man; Loss of innocence In the fantasy flicker of a late night Walt Disney show. The TV was coloured. But his whole life.. Was but a documented mess of Black and white. So ends this tortured paradox In the silence of a room As the media clamored outside. Of all these things was this the greatest irony of it all- For the world he weeping gave, That met no credit claim- That which finally stopped Was the heart. ***
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 | 5:35 PM
im on twitter! twit liaos w0rzx WORZXZX http://www.twitter.com/thecommentary and what the hell man. mrlim's been replaced with msho. while im not particularly excited about our new teacher, i sincerely hope that she would, at least, give a freaking damn about the class and not leave us hanging as like what some ass did for 3 weeks or more. what's becoming of our teacher's responsibilities?! Are our systems even being checked for such people?! thanks for making your rep suffer like shit for your unnecessary childish waste. such news couldn't get any better. let's all pray ms ho will save the day. holy farking shit 3 more days. study, fool i love waking up to the sound of rain. and hearing raindrops drip off green-washed leaves of the plants my mom pots by the window sill. and then, it gets wonderfully chilly. the advent of fair English weather. and then the music of local-based singer Corrinne May sifts through the room like a dream, comfortably infused with Nature's symphony. And you don't feel like leaving the warmth of your bed. The whole experience is too surreal to leave. You just can't.. then your computer speakers start to scream.. ACDC! AND HELL, YOU GET UP!! Resistance Is Here. it was some time ago when Jason made this remark. "PRADEEP AH. I JUST REALISED HOW MUCH YOU LOOK LIKE ONE OF THE JONAS BROTHERS." Today as I was flipping through the ACDC's video pages on Youtube, someone commented that "those who thought Jonas Brothers were rock, don't know real Rock." like a flashback Jason's murderous naggy voice fluidly seeped through my head and i came across a youtube video on Jonas Brothers. Damn, they look alike.  I know some of you viewers have incredibly poor imagination so this is a mock up of pradeep in the trio. very realistic.  are you sure they are brothers!?!?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009 | 6:09 PM
EDIT: WOW the first penalty corner goal by Singapore was such a trick! You know i was on the way to Novena Square today, to run some errands and stuff- when along the way, i saw this girl holding a stick and she was practising her dribbling at a playground with her friend... man. And on the bus I passed by OPA, and I saw a school team practising on the pitch, preparing for divisions, just like a certain team who battled unbelief two months ago... makes me really, really, REALLY miss those days. im not a jock, mind you. but those were the days when we made happily-ambitious strategies, joke and crap throughout Saturday mornings, run rounds like chunyang's dogs and just do crazy stuff whenever chances came. surprisingly i have grown accustomed to the hockeyless life now. what a dramatic change it was; it makes this possibility to adapt all the more surprising. i don't know how i convinced myself to give this up for the pursuit for academic excellence. neither can i comprehend the amazing life i lived two months ago and how it all changed within days. im not emo about it. its just, i dunno, sad? but at the same time, hilarious? to think about the bullshit that never ran dry. whatever it is, at least i can move on and say honestly that the first half of my j2 life was incredibly well spent. now its time to make the second half just as well spent. *** im dam nervous. its strange that the subjects i like the most are often my worst. like Economics. or GP. and those which i don't, like physics, chemistry... lol are equally my worst. :O in any case, i dont have a good subject. this time, im aiming for everything >C. which is pretty impossible, i know. chemistry is NOT going to be easy, physics i am extremely unstable at, economics... killer as always.. math, unpredictable... general paper, need i say more? shet. this is bad, baby, bad. and i wasted the entire morning and afternoon today doing stuff i ought not be doing. GOOD GRIEVANCE I MUST DEPART Monday, June 22, 2009 | 1:50 AM LOL SHET I JUST SAW THIS. 4c was damn wth luh. hahahah. weren't they good times. seeing that there are certain scumbags who are dying to beat me in staying up late, i couldn't resist but to pause the inkflow and do some typing online- proof, here is, that i really have been living this sleep-late habit for a while! So vengadajalapathysonofelankovan, stop trying your 5am mug-maranthons whe you know you can't :P hahahaha. intensive competition sia. The FEVER's turning up YOUH! My non-existent fans are probably wondering to themselves how 5-time featured Teen Magazine cover star, 3-time consecutive Men's Health Choice Pick, who was recently awarded The Straight's Times Biannual Most Charming Gaze Award, is doing in Life. Ah, yes, the big word Life. It is said that If is always in the middle of Life. (by John Cheo) And yes, my life is flooded with If's. Like, what if I screwed up my mid-years. What if i were to die tomorrow. What would happen to my fans thereafter. What would happen to the world. Oh and you know something? my life had indeed recently treaded threateningly dangerous waters that nearly got myself killed. But the brave and young handsome Sicheng never fails to slip pass the jaws of Death ever over and over again. (poses for camera flashes and girly squeals) HAHA what a freak But seriously, i had. As like any ordinary Friday, I walked past the gates of AJC (Anderson Junior College. Do not heed the fallacious words of Daniel Yip the Demon) only to hear someone call suddenly, "Oi!" I did an MJ twist and surveyed the area for the source of that call. My ears picked up the frequencies that echoed off the walls of the school and directed to one person - the security guard who had a malicious grin on his face. Sensing that something may have gone wrong, i approached him cautiously, making sure i had enough space around to perform my dexterious moves- if necessary. "Yes?" i asked with my deep, manly voice. Without a word, he pulled out what looked like a gun and immediately my senses were heightened. This man was no ordinary security guard! Immediately, i sprang backwards and did a somersault to behind a car, my breath starting to quicken.. maybe i haven't done much superhero work lately. Footsteps. The Carpark was long and wide. But the cars that were parked were few and scattered. I needed some form of shield if i were to take him on- or take the alternative and run from him. Instinctively, i whipped out my G-2 Pen - The Pen that slayed millions of bad thugs - and turned my head to the left. There was he. He took aim and fired, but a couple of nice dodges rendered his shots fruitless. But one of his shots knocked my G-2 off my hand and fell to a clatter some 40m away. "Badass!" I screamed in dismay. Seeing that I have ran to the other side of the car, he jumped onto the cartop peering me down, but a quick reflex and a well-trained flying kick knocked him off his feet and he tumbled to the ground. I ran over to him and kicked the gun aside. He grabbed my ankles and flipped me with my back now on the ground, and I started to groan in pain. A ninja's job is rarely blood-free.. He climbed onto the car and was preparing to do what i believe was the Buddha's Body Slam- an ancient art past ajcians transcended down, but rumours said a man killed them to learn that skill; indeed these rumours are true.. - and in horror i saw an immeasurable mass enveloping my vision and the sunlight dim, but i summoned the last of my strength to roll to the side and watch him crash into the road. I saw the gun that I kicked aside. I ran to get it as fast as I could. But little did I know, that he was even faster.. From his pockets he withdrew another gun, an identical one, right at the same time I picked his old one up. I spun around to take aim again, and the shot missed him by inches. At the side, I saw jiaxin walk by and the security guard decisively turned around for a moment to fire at her. She screamed and fell to the floor on her face. "38.2... this must be my lucky day", he said. i fired at him and suddenly the gun stopped. I checked the side and saw to my amazement a screen, and on it blinked "LOW BAT". Battery!? Guns work on electricity now!? oh for crying out loud. He spared no longer. "EVIL BE GONE!" he screamed and sprayed me with his saliva. I turned to the side to see a huge crowd witnessing our duel. In one last dramatic move, I looked to the sky and raised my arms, conceding defeat. i may have lost but i die with honour. And he shot. "36.5. DAMNIT. no salary rise. you better run, boy" he grumbled. To my surprise, there wasn't any pain. The whole crowd cheered and applauded. It was the best day of my life because i now know that the I Heart Sicheng fanbase truly existed and it wasn't a small group either. i walked into the school feeling glad that that whole gruelling episode of intensive warfare was finally over and i need not take out any fists on anyone else, anymore. What a day. I still don't understand why jiaxin fell to the ground though. Sunday, June 21, 2009 | 5:25 PM Happy Fathers' Day Saturday, June 20, 2009 | 11:10 PM i am smoked from studying. monday to thursday was non-stop chemistry. friday decelerated the pace, but today was really reaching the trickles. and my head's swelling into pickles. two years ago around the same time now i was likewise busily preparing for mid years, secondary four. it was the big O level's year. as i ponder on, i am amazed by how tough that june hols seemed back then and how easy it seems now, looking back. humanity is a progressive force- a homogenous truth that stretches across the reach of social diversity. the individual discloses it- a community unspeakingly shows it, and the globe literally screams it. and you just wasted your time trying to make sense out of that because it didn't make sense to me. but literature is the same. sometimes, poets don't intend their works to undergo such immense scrutiny. but humans sensationalize everything as though everything has a beautiful purpose when sometimes they actually meant ruddy nuthin'. boy am i going really off track. so, without further ado, i shall not attempt to organize my unorganizable mind here (why's i let you scumbags know my studying plans!? WHYS?? HUAIS?? *snorts*) as how Shaun Chang just loves to do it - just read his blog, its like his personal organizer - i will instead end this stupid post with no meaning here satisfied that i have wasted your time too! :P Friday, June 19, 2009 | 11:55 PM Xiuying, is back. In a Singapore Girl top. And she's ready to rock the nation with her extravagantly sunny side. (plus her signature 20degrees-tilt forward camera poses which i am starting to get tired of) Hahah! Welcome home, Singapore Girl :) time to ditch the airlines fashion line and get dressed with singlets, shorts and slippers aye! hahahaha alvin is too funny. i interviewed him last month for some LINK thing on Messenger online. After which, seeing he may have certain insecurities, i assured him several things and the following conversation ensued. Sicheng: dont worry so much about your interview ok... Alvin: ? worry?! hahaha! why?! Sicheng: just in case youre uneasy Sicheng: everything will have glam photos and beautiful edits Alvin: HAHAHHAHA Alvin: add like, alot of verse Alvin: LOL Alvin: make it super holy Alvin: HAHAHAH Sicheng: HAHAHAHAH Alvin: GAGAHAHAHAHAH Sicheng: and add quotes from pastor jason too Alvin: true true Alvin: HHA Alvin: the date, time and etc Alvin: everything stated down Alvin: exact Sicheng: hahahaha Sicheng: pastor jason happy Alvin: HAHA Alvin: then he promo me Alvin: kick james away Alvin: i become the main service worship leader Alvin: i import all the drums in Sicheng: HAHAHA Alvin: invite hillsong Alvin: ask for more offering Alvin: HAHAH Sicheng: LOL Alvin: OH MAN Alvin: I'M REALLY LAUGHING NOW Alvin: i will Alvin: read out Alvin: their monthly wages Alvin: bhahaha Alvin: use a transparent offering bag Alvin: add stress on them Sicheng: HAHAHAHAHA... Strangely enough, this issue popped up during dinner just now further extending the discussion. Things like "take and count your money before put into bag", "preach infront of the offering bag", "$5-10 one queue, $10 - $100 another queue", "money put in will show on the screen", etc.. HAHAHA made my sides ache like crap.. ps: and just to clarify, we were all just kidding a'ight :P Thursday, June 18, 2009 | 11:35 PM Recently i was told that Ami, Jiaxin and Tsuwie met up together to discuss about the interhouse floorball rules. Tirelessly they scrutinized every detail and possible occurences that might happen, with great zeal lurking behind their bag-ridden eyes.. Enduring the hot sun beat upon their scarred backs, they scanned through the documents with an urgency only well-informed individuals could sense.. Their senses were heightened like never before, only because they cared for this so badly... Their throats were parched, but they fought on the exhaustion.. It was an immense burden, carrying all that paperwork, but the sheer perserverence of these highly committed team would never, EVER, call for quit.. Such, such... dedication, fearlessness... extremely adventurous... Only now, can i truly understand.. .. THAT IM SUCH AN AWESOME LEADER CAN! HAHAHA just kidding. this credit goes to the committee strength and not just mine alone; so let us together move forward hand in hand (the one holding jiaxin's is so screwed) and make this year's, a smooth flowing one. Wednesday, June 17, 2009 | 1:03 PM IN LIFE we are constantly faced with people of all sorts - the tall, the short, the indescribable jeryl-dimension, the outspoken, the shy, the hilarious and the die-hard not-funnys. Over the years, I have noticed the way people behave and how they respond to words. And as you know it, diversity also includes the good and the bad. And usually the bad end up socially awkward, displaced and ultimately isolated. Therefore, it is extremely important that we learn how to deal with our fellow human beings, or face the damnation of well-versed crowds. While there are of course other alternatives to which you may follow (like joining those, those- cheebengs and their uninpiring lingo) it is almost definite that there are steps to social nirvana which are easier touched-down and more attractive a choice. So, feeling rather senstive recently? Or maybe a recent bout of emotions that leave you both confused, and hurt? Then take a read of this. HOW TO AVOID SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS In Daily Conversations 1. What Thing? Simplicity is beauty, some believe. Not for this case. What Thing? is an extreme case of singaporean simplicity and doesn't get anything across in the end. Similar to a piano counter (wha-ting-wha-ting-wha..), What Thing? gets into your head like an asshole and cause people to freak out from such incessant chants. And out of all the catch-phrases a person can choose from, people have to choose What Thing?. What Thing? simply said, annoys the living hell out of people. Amidst a conversation between two individuals, person B who comes in with a sudden inflow of What Thing?'s forces the two to repeat what they say to this nosy like bus-tart. At best, they can only afford to "dao", as singaporeans affectionately coin, which only accelerates the rate of inflow of What Thing?'s and aggravates the problem. No wonder Singapore bans the use of guns. There are better ways through which person B could have joined in. For eg. wait for them to finish what they say before quietly slipping in to ask (NOT DAMNIT "WHAT THING") but something else like what's up or etc. Or at least make a guess on what they're saying- doesn't matter if you're wrong. Its way more natural than 2. The Confirm Disease This is seriously retarded. A heavily used practice, users (or rather, The Infected) overflow with this obsession to"confirm" the occurence of particular events as though Joe your weather forecaster couldn't do a better job than him/her. As a perverse problem, people struggle to keep this obsession within and ultimately begin to confirm everything in their life. For example, person A says "OMG NEVER DO HOMEWORK liaoz". And so The Infected would respond immediately (with some added exclamations before confirming) "WAHWAHWAH confirm die liao confirm siliao confirm gg confirm cannot make it confirm im a retard" If you are struck with The Confirm Disease, understand that this ailment reaps terrible losses on The Infected's part, such as awkwardness, drowziness from repetition, anticonfirmophobia, etc. In plain words, you don't want to start confirming everything in your life. (or other people's life, that's even worse) Confirming puts one in great risk. What if your confirmations don't turn out to be true? What if person A actually didn't "die liao" or "gg"? In its repetition, The Infected can become extremely self-indulgent with confirming, and though sickened, he continues the process unknowingly. Do you have The Confirm Disease? 3. The Ya Ya Yas, Me Toos and I Alsos This is terrible. Its close to being narcissistic. But what makes it worse than narcissistic, is that it pisses the hell out of people who are tired of listening to your crap stories. The issue here lies not in what a person says, but rather in how a person diverts attention to another issue completely unrelated which, frankly, no one gives a flying feck about. Consider an example where person A, having played beach volleyball for the first time at East Coast, came back to school the next day and told his friends about it. The whole crowd of listeners are extremely engrossed with his story and all the bloopers that he did- UNTIL, from the pits of nowhere, person B makes his way through the crowd, sees person A talking about Beach Volleyball, and thinking no further, DECLARES: I ALSO! The English call it Extra; The Malays, Selit. The Chinese, well. They don't have a word for it. (because they do this the most HAHAHA what an ass) So person B believes that the whole crowd thinks what he says is more cool/important than what person A says. This is highly destructive to person B's reputation as people start to view him as braggy and intrusive. But while I ALSO! isn't quite the worst, the inclusion of naggy YA YA YAs and ME TOOs multiplies the annoying effect 10 000 times. You dissipate the crowd, you lose people's attention, and you end up wondering, "why aren't they giving a damn about me?" So don't be stupid. Don't stomp into a conversation and inject oh-so-not-lovely stories. As in the words of Brian Chia, "if you have more than 1000 words in reflections and rants, tell it to your pillow cause the world just dont give a rat's ass". 4. Speak English. I've had enough of people mixing up chinese and english together. They should come in their purest forms- let mandarin stay as mandarin, and english as english. Now, of course it doesn't mean that occasional boundary crossings are undeniable, and i'm fine with it - it is after all a Singaporean thang - but i'm talking here about speaking English when you've got your damn multi racial crowd hanging around. This pretty much applies to all kinds of languages, so it remains a universal mandate. But coming from a junior college that is FLOODED with cheenapoks and bad-tasting meepok, i am extremely annoyed by the way the chingchangchongs demonize English with their little liao's, ba's and le's. Can i release my fruss out for a while? SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CHEEEEEEENAAAAAAAAAAAA PL0X MY FRAKIN S0X?!? You know why these little curly endings are used? Because they are used similarly in Chinese. Wo Chi Fan Le directly translates to I Eat Rice Already. But our seeming inability to flip the language on our tongues ultimately renders the English language grossly insulted. That is why the cheebengs, who can't intepret already, use le. I'm fine with hearing it once or twice. It could actualy get amusing. But the past two years of naggy Should Be Ba's and Collect Your Lecture Notes Le have made my ears sore with repetitive hearings. I can't get anymore direct. I seriously beg you. Please refrain from liao's, ba's and le's. Conversations are ruined from sheer use of it. Its psychological effects are understated if you call it permanent. * DISCRETION: This research is obviously incomplete because you can't just avoid social awkwardness in 4 steps. But these 4 steps are certainly the first step of a long long journey. In any case, the aforementioned content do not have any particular individuals in mind, but are clearly informed by general observations.____________________
Went out with some old friends just now for dinner. To think I travelled miles just for a Carls' Junior dinner. hah but Im not complaining, today was great, suffice it to say. Just seeing them already makes me feel at home. Ang Mo Kio is great, but it feels like I live on socially decimated lands. And the thought of returning to school is all but a nightmare. I don't have much social life there besides my much appreciated friends from CCA (who so happen to be the craziest of the lot) but otherwise in class, in lectures, it's pretty dead. So, similar to the fresh draw of coastal breeze, meeting the old guys is like a breath of fresh air- from the overseen greyish uniforms and peeling walls, to the unusually happening East where life abides by the shoreways. And meeting up with yanjie, joel, brian, genghao and heng was certainly one of those moments in a year where, ordinary as they may seem, they turn out to be exquisite and indelible. Wonderful time with them. On the way back home I start to recollect of my best year in my angsty teenage life and I never knew that just people like them could take so much heart out of me. I expected myself to move on and embrace greater things, but the greater things never really came. But then again, even if they did came, I probably wouldn't bear to forget my acquaintances on the other side of this small urban jungle. Funny ain't it? Then we can be so near on a freaking 42km-long island and yet be so far from contact. Now I miss those guys. I won't see them again for probably several months, so pack I these events into the old store of withdrawn recounts, and hope for a next time, await for a next time. Sunday, June 14, 2009 | 10:48 PM First off, a big congratulations to malcolm and jessie! they deserve the extolment for an excellently planned and unique wedding which i am privileged to attend. may today be the beginning of a journey more wonderful for you two than possibly imagined. and to think that just a year ago i was already so sure you guys were a couple. fate does have its way of leaving clues eh! It was pretty cool. Though i was expecting them to literally marry each other at the beach, in the water with seats half submerged as the worship team do their thang~ in sun-cracked water-drenched suits. And then a 5 star cruise will blaze past us suddenly and pick us up, only to be incepted into a wondrous ball of fine wine and dance. And there we will cross miles of night-struck waves, beneath the gleam of pale moonlight, as stars shift and a chill wind blows, as the passengers dance all night long... But whatever happened today wasn't disappointing. In fact, they took the route of avant garde and made tonight a genuinely enjoyable experience. I say that without the bias of guest-expected courtesy. And of course, great company with the others whom i have barely had the chance to meet recently. dang, reminiscence of old times. yesterday i was searching stuff on youtube when i arrived at videos completely unrelated to search results. VERY DISTURBING PL0X! COMFORT WIPE I WANT COMFORT WIPE WITH MOAR WIPEY POWER AND SNUGGIES GET. YOUR. DAMN. SNUGGIES. TODAY. FOR. JUST. $59.90. So i thought it was pretty amusing. Until this -i cant think of a better word- utter boozhit came out. WHAT THE HECK LUL. Saturday, June 13, 2009 | 12:08 AM Tired sia. Played night hockey just now with the rest at NYP. Got rammed at the side headlong and now my kidney aches like cakes. BLAH. NEED. YOKO. YOKO. I really need to keep to my promise and get back on my schedule. Sure, i'm revising topics and stuff, but I don't think Im going critical in-depth yet? Like my math- damn, were those papers a pain in the ash to do. And secondly I need to kick this daily posting habit. Its wasting precious time. Moreover to that, I need to completely lock my account and remove access to it. Not even the front portal blue XP page. So as to completely remove distractions and get my big chinese butt down on the hard wooden seat and start work proper. And I need to go out less. I've been to several places recently. Next week, Im gonna meet Joel and the rest for dinner. As much as I really look forward to it, I also understand that there are limits to which these things can occur. And I am determined to put these schedule-clouding activities to a halt after Tuesday and really, REALLY, get work done. Any good soul out there with an even better grasp in Thermal Physics? Friday, June 12, 2009 | 12:59 AM I believe you are the answer To every tear I've cried I believe that you are with me My rising and my light Give me strength when I am weary, Give me hope when I can't see Through the crosses I must carry Lord, bind my heart to thee. That when all my days are over And all my chores are done, I may see your risen Glory, Forever where you are. There are many sides of me. Im sure you've come across my titles- as a hockey player, or as a student, a classmate, a persona behind a facebook profile; or maybe an artist, a singer-wannabe, an organiser for events. Maybe a writer, or a loud speaker, or even a shy introvert to your urgent calls. But im not sure if you've seen jesus in me before. Thursday, June 11, 2009 | 5:08 PM Searching my email inbox, I chanced upon the hockey contact list. i couldnt stop smiling to myself when i saw this. NAME...............................CLASS........HP....................NAME OF NEXT NEXT KIN Lim Si Cheng....................24/08.........9*****84.........Lim Siau Chua Lim Yu De........................24/08..........9*****36.........Lim Cher Hua Low Yue Sheng................25/08.........9*****29..........Lorence Low Ng Chun Yang..................25/08.........9*****07.........Yeo Lee Koon Choy Zhi Jian....................27/08.........9*****98........Choy Kok Leong Jon Chng WenKai.............27/08........9*****21.........Chua Poh Keng Yee Han Jin Kenneth.......29/08.........9*****80.........Yee Yick Ong Brendon Wong..................34/08.........9*****89..........Mrs. Wong Edmund Wong..................38/08.........9*****73..........Ricky Wong Shaun Chang.....................38/08.........9*****56.........Michelle Chua hahahaha don't jokers just remain jokers. iit startud out as a feelingz den it turned intuu a hopex~ .. ... And finally morphed into good ol' rock n' roll. Long live AC/DC. Monday, June 08, 2009 | 7:52 PM I just had a good look through the KS Bull from RJC and boy, am i impressed. While some weren't so fantastic, there were others which were far off the charts of schoolish paper work and could have been easily mistaken for extracts of real professional work. Clearly, in a league of their own. To the avant garde, the risk-takers and the simply undefinable, i take my hat off to thee. Today's meeting! Was quite good. Alright, alright... SORRY GUYS/GIRLS for pressuring/hurrying ya'll to run down to school just to waste 20minutes of your life listening to my (albeit beautiful) voice. That includes Shaun, who hurried from his petite West-side cottage, and Jiakshinz, who ran despite her limp foot and obesity, and all ze rest, who took time off to come.. Yep i relli appreciaxe it worz kae!! I slept since 4. To 7. I now have 3 hours of battery locked in my ribcage, ready for use. March on, oh Dark Blue Pen of 0.38 ink width, and let your imaginations run wild! Sunday, June 07, 2009 | 1:17 PM didn't use a single minute of yesterday studying :( it feels extremely wasted. like i've been throwing but air at the face of time. i stayed over at pulau ubin with some of the other leaders and young scouts (CUB scouts) because it was camp. i think its been an experience for them young 'uns so far and the weather's been gracious. to be very and embarrassingly frank, i came to the meeting venue yesterday thinking it was only a pre-briefing or something. Who knew that the camp was gonna kickoff there right there, and right then. DANG! And all I had were slippers, a TIME mag (i wanted to read it on the way home or in Macdonald's or something), my mp3 player and no change. Mmhm, I couldn't be any less ready for camp. But somehow or rather I survived, and I left camp early for some stuff. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. I would be braving the sweltering heat and the blazing storms with my stranded band of brothers, facing death at its doorstep, challenging nature, pushing boundaries, travelling the dangerous mile, fearless, mired, moving boldly with no heads turned... i know, i know... noble me, as always... hahahaha Alright, i know today should be the last day for math studying, but obviously, i'm way behind schedule (complex numbers, vectors, distribution completely untouched can you believe it!?) and i oughtta be gettin' on with it. If not, i'll face the consequences and start RUNNIN RAIIGHT OFF THE TRACK~ Friday, June 05, 2009 | 11:35 PM Insecurities It is because of our insecurities that we try to find a place in which we can feel secure. In these places, we set aspirations to give ourselves purpose. In some places, it is not about setting aims, but about sustaining a good status. And these places can be anything. In our friends. Our personality. Our popularity. Our status Our looks Our talents Our knowledge Our qualifications Our sports And the list goes infinitely on. Without which, we will feel at a loss and struggle to comprehend our reason for existence. When your basic needs are filled, your wants scream for attention. These wants scream to fulfill your insecurities. And so today, as I search my heart, I wonder really, where does my insecurity (and cure) lie in. And what is my purpose. What am I exactly living for today. I used to think that Hockey was that cure. But then I am slowly coming to realize that the reason why I fell so in love with it since December wasn't exactly because of the sport but because of those -i cannot emphasize further on this- those thickskinned nutcrack retards i played with all this while. They are truly the funniest- creme of the creme of ajc batch 2009. Kevin: now its like.. hahaha. damn empty la nothing beats school hockey after i read _____'s blog.. i feel damn sad for the 1st time after leaving hockey i see them, teammates n all n the way _____ describe n all make me regret so much.. why the hell i didnt realise tt team bonding was the most fulfilling thing in hockey. Today I was giving the chance to pursue my dreams for this sport. Its not a big thing, but its at least one step closer. It was about one of the most empty moments in my life. Like, as though the fantasies of distant dream had approached so near and I came to realize that these fantasies weren't so beautiful after all. They were, instead, sadly transparent. Is this what I want? I don't really think so. People defame religion for being sensationalists and conners of meaning. For a while this year, I honestly won't deny I felt the same way too. But now the affairs of this world seem just like a quiet whisper from God, and He beckons, softly. "Dear child, come home." You are my security. Thursday, June 04, 2009 | 1:22 PM Outdated photos from Sakura Dinner. In Memory Of the Good ol' Times that made the stay in AJC actually pretty worthwhile. Unglamarous Moments you decide which is.  Get a glimpse at Chunyang's inner Chunli  Ami's comment: "jeremy is that face even possible to make" The Happiest Man Alive this just looks sick lol 'nuff said. If you haven't realised.. the circle's just a distractor. eric's pose can't get any better hahahah I don't mean to be biased, but that face just looks incredibly hot oh my pretty pretty boy~ The face our centre back gives to his defenders. morale drop x10000 i can't even enumerate the unglamarous here Our handsome Yee Han Jin dines in Paris!A History of Tags Ok... so I went to the class blog. And, I learnt an important fact of life. One can take away the pictures, the posts and all the introductory crap of a class blog and still retain its life through The Tagboard. I can tell you with all honesty. It was really, really, really dead. At least, before 23 March came. sicheng the slut: i m not a slut sicheng the slut: i am silut . .. (much more but i'm not gonna waste my time copy/paste) ... OK... OBVIOUSLY, that wasn't me, so you can write me off as being responsible in any way for the atrocious tags that were posted. yuckshin: i waited for those discovery channel ppl land on my face for excursion yuckshin: but the volcano has alr blown. ... jasmine: WTF jasmine: i''m damn hot (^LOL SUPER UNEXPECTED) penikaobeikaobu: wan challenge vulgar ah? AH? penikaobeikaobu: cheeeeeebite And so Xuewei being extremely puzzled couldn't take it any longer. xuewei: whos penikaobeikaobu?? xuewei: omg wad happen to our class blog and who is penikaobeikaobu???? knn LOL I swear, it had all died down by then. The torrents of tags on 23 March had finally died down, or so people thought... sicheng: i'm hot Chan Li Juan: i m hottest xx  mel: i agree with chanchanz (: KEKE mel: penikaobeikaobu is plaaaadipz LORS! keke dipdip. like pe we do dips HEEHEE (this is damn wth) Chan Li Juan: hey!!dun look at me like 乖乖 小妹...actually I lub praises like "hey jasmine you are HOT!!" I wld like to thank my besttie fren mel. Cuz she agree to my hotness.. Mel 4eva. Signing off: wild at heart. Finally, like a breath of fresh air, a REAL post: prad: i am not even gonna bother saying anything other than "i am not even gonna bother saying anything" (no offense but, who gives a damn what prad says! NEXT) jason: tagboards are places where people VAUNT their stuff. there are numerous reasons why this blog should be closed. i will attempt to tackle this immensely complex question in a single pos- (lol wordcount end) jasmine: ya lor. dam angry liao. i body slam u all then u noe. andrea: if you think im cute thats an obvious understatement. (^the key word here is "if" so do not be fooled!!) monica: ok thats it. im comin to school on mon with shellfish bras. (what the) suchey: i dun mind a JASMINE body slam ANYDAY :p pradeep: moni i will be eagerly waiting (LOL WHICH PERSON PUT THIS) monica: IM SO SORRY IF THEY WERENT OYSTERS, PRADEEP THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! i could only afford the cheaper cockles pradeep: relli u got wear meh? i thot it was some spongebob suit??!!?? (i am guessing tenghui wrote this) sicheng: I MISS JC! sicheng: I MEAN I MISS JAS CHAN jason: how dare you miss MY jas chan (passionate jason!) JX: JASON!!! xP so courageous of u! you really melt my heart like kisses~ (reality check jiaxin, no one wants to kiss you) -------------- Ok i have enough shit to read today. day 2 of June has gone by so very quickly. Monday, June 01, 2009 | 6:39 PM holyshet what tuh hell'm i doin' here! Shame on you, pesty minion of the unknown North; you ought to be sitting squarely in your chair, with worksheets spread before the table, filled with hours-long of scribblings! And all you've done this afternoon was catching up with Susan Boyle, watching mindless talent shows, eating compulsively and lying on the floor. WAKE UP MAN. Lock facebook, lock this brog, lock the internet, lock jiakshin'z big fat mouth, lock myself up in the cupboard and start some serious closet mugging. Wouldn't that be just pure bliss? Satisfaction at its highest order of standards. And lastly(this you cannot forget)- come to school early with a smug look on your face, and coolly declare to all page-flippin' last-minute muggers: 'HA! what losersss why bother studying, studying's lame studying's so uncool studying's nerdy studying's for losers studying's so stuuuuupid~' oh to hell you all unhip hippocrites...priss stay true to yourselves for once and follow the ways of Shakira) Sunday, May 31, 2009 | 7:34 PM Subway cookies. Teh secks.     Its fresh, its chewy. It smells good, looks great, but it tastes even better. Its everything you could ever wish for in a biscuit. And, its not soggy. Extra plus points for Subway. GIVE IT UP FOR THE SUBWAY COOKIES!!!! GET SUM AT $2.90 FOR 3, NOW! Saturday, May 30, 2009 | 10:34 AM I awoke today feeling momentarily dazed. One month of holiday ensues. 'Holiday'. The chilly winds that howl through the corridor are but a mockery of the June holiday spirit, hinting nothing about the feisty freedom one should be enjoying. My plan for today? I'm not going for College Day, nor do I have the "Urgh!" feeling to get-my-ass-outta-the-couch and tour Raffles Place or elsewhere. Which indicates, that the last thing I have got to do on my list of daily activities, is Studying. Ah, yes my friends, the very privilege we young punks have in our modern and graceful society! STUDEHHH. I can barely express my overwhelming excitement to hit the books. The lovely paragraphs, the gorgeous chunks of knowledge, lots and lots of knowledge, and wisdom, and information, for me to ascend the corporate ladder, wow is this a haven store or what! Heh yeh gotta be kiddin me. ----------- Some people starved themselves yesterday to increase their enjoyment for dinner later at night. It was well worth it. Sakura's buffet was an instant stomach-filler, with its array of sumptious goodies and limitless combination of set meals... (you even get a sausage personally delivered to you on a plate) If 29.90 also included payment for the social fun, i would say it was everything worth it. I laughed so hard yesterday my jaw was cracking from the fits. And it was a time of self-discovery. Guys are camwhore dogs. I thought only the girls loved the glamour of flashlights. But guys are not short of such waxing desire (NOT a pun). In the end, what started off as a gathering for food only suddenly became this orgy of people grabbing for stardom before Jon in feeble attempt to appear the most prominent for Facebook uploads. Desperate know. I admit I was part of it HAHA. Aiya but good-looking people must have their photo taken what! May the truth of my deeply gorgeous looks be loudly proclaimed to the world. LUL Thank goodness the best things in life are sometimes free :) Can you imagine if you have to pay to know Eric? Or even Kevin? (it'll be really cheap though. HAHA jk) Such would be the ultimate case of balancing Social Marginal Benefits with Social Marginal Costs. (MUAHAHA ECOONS SHIT) So! Of camwhoring moments (which least to say, are holyshet very many), sharing, suanning each other and giving out the certs, i must say it was a pretty happening night. Oh c'mon! How could I miss out on the topic of Certs. What happened was 2 months ago, we were actually made to write to every other person in the team what we think about him. (for e.g. 'Miz, your boobs damn big, can wear bra man' HAHAHAH) So what you get in the end is 21 other people's thoughts on you. What screws the whole thing up was that they were written at night (1am) continuously for 21 people (run out of motivational messages) and you ultimately get people (like Brendon) writing senseless things (e.g. 'remember suicide means cannot go heaven, cannot see your Jesus worhzxzx XD' LOLOL) in bountiful amounts. And others like Venga with his deep fetish for rhyme: ("fearless, relentless, brainless.") When these messages were exposed to public condemnation yesterday, it created a nonsensical uproar of fits. Then i remember ami's one, damn sad man every message had a "big butt" in it. HAHA ok la give you credits for heavy shrinkage. happy liaoz mahs ahb0iz!!! And what's up with Ajay man LOL. Puts up his number beside his name when signing off. And people said he was hooking up HAHAHA Some dinner, man. ___________________________________________ Blimey was that some crazy-ass dinner Thursday, May 28, 2009 | 10:27 PM One of the blessings in disguise I have continually benefited from in AJC is the interaction with people coming from neighbourhood schools. In the past, i only noticed the more prominent schools such as VS, SJI, ACSI, SCGS, Cat High, St. Nicks, RI, etc. Today, I am shoved with a hoard load of knowledge of otherwise-unknown neighbourhood (debatable) schools, taking me one step closer to my lifelong aim of ultimate enlightenment. To name a few- commonwealth sec, riverside sec, swiss cottage sec, kranji sec, unity sec, choachukang sec, bukit panjang govt, ahmad ibrahim sec, schools i never knew once existed that have suddenly enlisted in my dictionary.. You get all these people - the smartest of their batches - coming into AJC, which kind of makes up for its rather confused culture. Coming from a rather well-to-do school, i know what it is like to perceive things in the eyes of an elitist. So perhaps- perhaps - i might have been able to see some things of them that they don't, such as how unimportant they appear like in their neighbourhood uniforms, or how underprivileged, and academically hopeless they are. But these are the words of an elitist, not of mine. Instead, I wonder, what my acquaintances in vjc still think of them, considering vjc has almost an entire lack of such schools in their population, cutting them short from such interactions. I am now no longer foreign to this side of Singapore. I told Ryan today, that i used to have this stigmatised belief that people with scores below 200 for PSLE are useless and a hindrance to social progress. ( i know lah i also feel like stoning myself for thinking that way but rmb, "used to have") But Ryan is the antithesis of this debate. And that is one of the reasons why I take my hat off to him. aah! happy right? haha. doesn't mean you're out from the id-section, still :P So, as I was saying, getting to know the people from neighbourhood schools have indeed been a blessing in disguise. I thought I would totally not fit in considering the possible social mores disconnecting us, but then I realise, the difference is barely anything. One of the valuable takeaways that is one hand above the experience over vjcians is my encounterances with them. No longer do I live in a rudely divisive community, but one that is truly Singlaporlian. What can I say man. BAIK! HOLYSHET TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR SEM 1. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? IT WASN'T VERY RUBBISHLY LONG AGO THAT WE WERE IN THE DEC HOLS ENJOYING OUR LOVELY WINTER TOURS OR AWESHUM KETCHIN'-UPS BUT DEAR DEAR HAS SIX MONTHS GONE BY VERY, VERY QUICKLY. CATCH UP WITH TIME BEFORE IT CATCHES YOUH! Wednesday, May 27, 2009 | 9:11 PM Is this the moment where I look you in the eye? Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry And everything, it will surely change Even if I tell you I won't go away today Will you think that you're all alone When no one's there to hold your hand? When all you know seems so far away And everything is temporary, rest your head I'm permanent I know he's living in hell every single day And so I ask, oh God is there some way for me to take his place? And when they say it's all touch and go I wish I could make it go away but still you say Will you think that you're all alone When no one's there to hold your hand? When all you know seems so far away And everything is temporary, rest your head I'm permanent, I'm permanent Is this the moment where I look you in the eye? Forgive my promise that you'll never see me cry David Cook - Permanent People are tellin' me that i'm becoming emo. haha. While that is rather amusing, maybe i should take on deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. i dunno man. i dont really advocate emo, i hate emo in fact, but sometimes its almost inevitable. I don't think I am really becoming emo, its just that i've reduced my talking significantly, to hear others more than my own voice, ie. my deep sexy manly voice. At least i do not reduce myself to that pathetic state as on that day when my stick was lost (it was so emo a day i could not even pull myself together to type a decent entry here), and i let my nutted mind and broken heart + broken mirror piangzz infront of all my classmates for them to see, witness my insecure and vulnerable side. Now, that was terrible. And i have learnt that, far worse than emo, is a more tragic, despairing and grievious emotion that is emox. This word is pronounced as ee-mocks, and it represents the most helpless, downtrodden and heartrending of times. I have experienced emox once this year, and i have only let it shown (extremely obviously) once in my junior college life. Thank God that phase is over. I have tempted the lust of self-indulgent emox and have henceforth retreated from it, once bitten twice shy. In conclusion, while emo is a mere, and extremely human expression of inner thoughts and beliefs, i feel that are many connotations that are related to it. Emo affects those around you, and virily culminates. Its intensity is representative of how difficult a situation is, though this can be largely accurate as some can be more emotional than others and may not necessarily pen down a memory of a more difficult trial in the book of life. Emo can be good, in some ways, but at the same time a prolonged and overwhelming flood of it could cause faithless grief and undying death. So, i firmly believe that emo should be properly controlled in fixed amounts so that the expression of it is neither overly dramatic, nor overly sterile to be considered human. For emo is a human thing, as like sex, hunger and income; may they never spiral off indecently to become irrational sins. 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An extremely lousy day. This is my God. You made me realize that the things i yearn to do, are impossible to do alone. Today, i am shown why conflicts occur in this For all the misunderstandings that are to arise, there is none which i know that would solve itself immediately- such is quietly purposed, for Ego has a way with unwinding the webs. I was once a part of it. But the universal Chase for bettering over the other has ended, for me. Unusual peace. Saturday, May 23, 2009 | 11:11 PM I rarely share much about myself. I am usually the person who listens to others, who never perturbs himself with selfish troubles. But today, i am reminded. I am wonderfully reminded. I may not have found certain answers, or qualified wisdom but i have certainly found the reason why i can call my family-in-Christ, family. Thank you bro for that deeply gripping talk. For listening and for that much-needed concern. You have greatly encouraged me. (: Your grace is enough More than I need At Your word I will believe I wait for You Draw near again Let Your Spirit make me new And I will fall at Your feet I will fall at Your feet And I will worship You here Your presence in me Jesus light the way By the power of Your word I am restored I am redeemed By Your Spirit I am free Freely You gave it all for us Surrendered Your life upon that cross Great is the love Poured out for all This is our God Lifted on high from death to life Forever our God is glorified Servant and King Rescued the world This is our God And I will fall at Your feet.. Hillsong - This Is Our God
Friday, May 22, 2009 | 11:32 PM
I am so grateful. Just Grateful. Aiya. So fruss. i can't decide which line my life is treading on. I need a little perspective. And lots- lots- of soul-searching direction. Tuesday, May 19, 2009 | 7:39 PM I really feel like playing hockey now :/ And go back once more to set things right again. Remember the old life I had. Going to Victoria, an hour-long ride. 35-minute periods, 7 Storey climbs, (or lift taking) Having a good laugh with my good ol' mates Travelling to Parkway Parade, every friday, for the gathering of The Friday Lunch Club. Just like old times. And going back to the pole vault pit; I never really did like track that much- but now I think of it, it was pretty awesome fun. With, at least the people i got to know, the adrenaline of skyrocketing upwards not so much of fart-legs- or staircases, but it wasn't that bad, after second considerations. And in the evening, i meet up with bong at the canteen, always 6.15? to catch the 6.30pm bus to friday uth service. Man, was 2007 such a historic year. Today was pretty spunky. I really can't stand Jason. He's too funny. During PE, (ok i know everything below will sound dam bimbo but just read) Junhao: wah lao stupid track. here got dam alot of flies la. bet sure have cockroaches la. Sicheng: oh shit!? flying cockroaches Tenghui: flying cockroaches are dam disgusting? Pradeep: (with great passion) eh i am damn scared of those kind of flying cockroaches la. Two things i am afraid of: flying cockroaches, and DOGS. *unanimous nodding and agreement* Jason: YAH. me too. I am afraid of coackroaches and alligators. LOLOLOL Tenghui is no better. Sometimes hes so ironic you wonder if the only thing he irons is his clothes. In GP class, Mr. Ang: Neow(say that in that nyap-nyap tone he likes to use for self-amusement), according to Freud, society is divided into three segments: Superego, Ego, and id. Xuewen: Harh what is id? Waner: ya what is id? Mr. Ang: uh, well, its just a term i guess. ... Tenghui: idiot? XUEWEN HAHA. PHENOMENONAL. the class nearly died Mr. Ang: There are three types of ellipsis that can be used. Three examples: "To be continued..." This is anticipatory. Class: oooooooooooooooooh! Mr Ivan Ang: Ok now: "Go... to hell". Any guesses what this is? *considerable muttering* Then got alot of guesses leh. All hands raised. But all wrong. Mr Ang shot them down lazily and cleared his throat, about to explain. But Xuewen raised his hand for one last meek attempt. Xuewen: Mr. Ang, i think i know what it is. is it, stammering? Sunday, May 17, 2009 | 10:23 PM I intend to finish my economics essay by tonight. TO WAR I BLAZE THROUGH, OH NIGHT OF PITLESS STARS. THOU SHALL NEVER HAVE YOUR GRASP ON MY BEAUTIFULLY SHADED, MASSACARA(dunno how to spell)-DIPPED, FRAIL N' DAINTY BATTERING EYELIDS! Not to mention the truckload of other whorish crap i have to do before i can mark this week *ahhhh* finally over. to name a few, 1. economics case study 2. **sgc** 3. chemistry common test holeeshiet 4. physics controversy and all the nitty gritty 5. money issue i have to settle. BELCH. BLEAH. BLEFEAGH. BLEAFGHHHHHHH. All the kueh lapis of my saturday desserts are threatening to come out, IN THEIR LAYERS... I dont feel prepared for Mid years. I KNOW i got to buck up. Which means, NO MORE SLEEPING AT 12. SLEEP AT 3. SLEEP AT 4. IF CANNOT, DONT CARE. JUST WHACK. JUST WHACK like youre %^&@#$ faced with shaun's thunder thighs. time for some eyebag-popping season YEAH! Saturday, May 16, 2009 | 12:22 PM Yesterday's performance by stAJeworks was very plesantly surprising. While it did make me a tad disturbed myself, seeing how Wangling was intensely pressurized by all her fellow cast members (as in the story), they took a very mature perspective of the Singaporean lifestyle, which ironically, was projected through the eyes of a young and naive child which Wangling sometimes took the persona to hand. Very dramatic play indeed. And the dialogue was pretty good except the sometimes confusing conversations when we just don't know who's talking to who, if it was a dialogue or a monologue instead. At the end of the play, i had resigned to taking nearly all the things they say as without an intended hearer, since many of the lines they say either found no answer or were answered with a different topic suddenly. Some of their acting were pretty convincing. Rachel Mar was hilarious. That scene at the judging panel showcased both her flowery eloquent and exaggeratedly melodramatic side. Which was preposterously Laugh-Out-Loud. They employed many theatrical devices that, gladly to see, were spot-on; the telephone scene when Wangling has to repeatedly receive calls and end conversations with "What Time?" was one supremely poignant example. Another scene that was personally striking was the one when two girls were looking upwards to a supposedly higher-ground Wangling, engaging in a conversation that embraced such child-like sincerity and an honesty in it that one cannot help but like. While the issues they were - i suppose they were trying to do so - addressing were not as dramatically, powerfully, or outstandingly shown as i would have liked, nevertheless it was a very good job done. Despite the hard-back seats, the studio they chose i feel was plain excellent- for its forthrightly placed stage, that engages the audience very intimately, and the coziness of the relatively small theatre, which all the more levers the magical personal touch of the production which- i find- the greatest highlight of this play. It ended off with great intensity. The main character recites a poem as the frail goldfish latern in her arms cringe softly in her uneasy embrace, reminding everyone once again... who the real protagonist of the play really was. Thursday, May 14, 2009 | 8:00 PM I - I just don't know what I've been living my life for recently. I don't look any further than the day ahead- the lessons that are to come, the food i will be eating the next break, the unfinished tutorial i ought to have passed up, the lecture content i ought to have studied a night ago, the test next week, the PE lessons i have to endure, the sleepless nights i have to face. mundane, hollow, quiet. i don't have anything else to rejoice about. i can already see my pathway planned: major studying in the June holidays, rollercoaster ride of academia then onwards, grow fat and lose vigour, send my dog away to another owner, lose touch with hockey in my pursuit for gleaming A's, while church attendance plummets like nobody's business, down into the lonely abyss where those gleaming A's once existed.. i live the opposite life of what i did the past 5 months. or nearly. i havent really been going to church very often for a while. :( whats gotten into me. Tuesday, May 12, 2009 | 5:17 PM I decided to extend this post a little further up here, not out of necessity but of boredom. And out of the acknowledgement that I have some orgasmic fans out there who are just refreshing my page 50823x a minute just for an extra sentence or two here. HAH! Kidding la BODOH~ (with extra emphasis on the ~) Im hearing much about the hockey juniors and im extremely glad for them. They have a much brighter future than our batch, with their trainings starting much earlier than ours (eg pitch trainings soon?! WTH MAN THATS JUST JIAKSHINZ) and a proper orientation facilitated by our batch. Damn lucky right! For all I remember for our batch, we had no orientation shit but Stanley talking to us about his endeavours and history of hockey and srubbish no one gives a flying v about. Then, with his wonderful introduction finally done, we were promptly dumped to Benson for some half-hearted training whilst the then-j2s go on to claim their glories on the match. Didn't do nothin but pushes alone. Many of the people I got to know very well were total strangers to me all the way till December or sort. When the pitch trainings started to pick up steam. Sad, no? Really hope the best for the juniors. Nong nong road ahead for 'em. It'll be exciting to see em grow. *** (ps: i learn that *** from harry potter) Its as though i live by the weekends. Every week of fatigue, nostalgia and pressure would pass by soundlessly, before being rudely interrupted by the sudden injection of a lovely friday night. Lovely I say, and wonderful if I may declare! Because friday nights always mark the start of a bright, and glorious weekend. A highly inspirational thought I have discovered for myself, is that while people complain about plainly lacking the motivation to attempt a piece of homework, i have come to realize that the source for such inspiration is purely self-sufficient. It regenerates by the will, and endless can it be if the will be steadfast. Such pure relevation was bestowed upon me amid my economics tutorial work, like a bright noon sun that, so crying out, sank like a ship upon my mantle and empowered me with a force of headsplitting light. And ascended I from my chair, glowering from this supernatural divinity, hovering but a few inches from my seat, mesmerised by this spirit of enlightenment i cannot tame. Nirvana has struck me like a lightening bolt, strengthening the very iron of my frailest bones. I breathe, and I hear. Along came a sweet song of glorious melting charm, tangible as honey, formless like liquid, and a tune off the silver comes thronging into my ears... oh, sensuous creative Zen. how you take me to your world. Monday, May 11, 2009 | 8:03 PM flu sux! Sunday, May 10, 2009 | 7:15 PM Jamie Turner - God Sees The Heart Our God measures man by a standard divine, Our God does not judge by how tall we may stand, For the eyes of the Lord are searching to and fro, ~ I went down to Peninsula today for a quick look around for some hockey sticks. I know it may sound rash, but I really got to at least have a know about the market for hockey sticks. And to my pleasant amazement, the supply for hockey sticks has increased, thanks to Weston Store which just restocked its latest batch. And there are many, MANY, gryphon sticks. An explosive influx of coolly-decorated, splash-graffiti, meticulously designed gryphon sticks: specially catered to the young, hip and happening. Now seeing as they are mostly 100, 200 sort, I was close to giving up the idea of purchasing a new stick any soon. Until my eyes caught a lovely-looking stick with a lovelier-looking price tag. An elegant pencil-black TK stick, new, decent grip, with a mouth watering price of $60 slashed from its previous $120 tag. OH MY DOG IT WAS SO SEXY. Saturday, May 09, 2009 | 7:20 PM So much for the worrying all this while. Thank GOD! Some taxi man just came by to pass me the wallet he found at the food centre yesterday. Unbelievable!! I was so damn happy that I had to give him the last $10 note. Woah, man. That was just one good experience of Singapore's soft and gracious side. (: As much as hockey had been highly relevant to my posts, none of them - none- had ever shown a glimpse of these raucous creeps. While words so seem to be my forte of expression, I do not deny the power of imagery. So, for the curious, the cynical, and the callous: Introducing Team AJC 2008.  Just look at Jeremy, Edmund and Benjamin. I mean. I can actually imagine it on TEEN mag with a subtle raunchy message. "Craving for some finger lickin' goodness KFC just can't give? Call us!~" Sheer sense of VIC-TOR-EE! Victor plays his part extremely well :O LOL SHAUN What can i say man, they are pretty nuts hahaha. oh my grawd i lost my freaking wallet :/ and my freaking popular card, ezlink card and ic. FRUSS LA. Thursday, May 07, 2009 | 8:00 PM First, it was the Internation Dance. Then, it was the Choir. After that, the Chinese Orchestra. And now, probably the most shocking of all, the Concert Band. 4 Gold With Honours. HAHAH!!!!! DAMN HAPPY FOR ALL OF YOU!!!!! The soccer guys, who werent as good as the seniors but still surpassed expectations and made it to the quarters. The hockey girls, who fought their last match against SAJC hard, like true blue warriors. May they walk out that pitch with their heads held high saying in their hearts: that after all these months of tears and sweat, "i can say with an inner conviction today. 'It Is All Worth It.'" And the hockey guys team, who didnt win a single match but sure did win my heart. (: BAIK PEEPUL. SAYA SANGAT BANGA ANDA SEMUA!! Wednesday, May 06, 2009 | 10:54 PM Funny chat with Shaun, Kevin Ami and Jeremy just now. The way Shaun describes the 3808 culture amuses/intrigues me to no end. Hell, Im never gonna look at Arts class the same way again. I have no time to address the financial advisor on my tagboard nor the issues he has presented for my consideration. I thought things will ease after A div's, but i'm coming to believe that i may be just wrong. Tuesday, May 05, 2009 | 10:03 PM Study Study Study Study Study Study "I'm a high school student. I'm a player of my own accord. I study with my friends, who sometimes may be my enemies, I do not respect anyone in the examination hall. I know Im going to get rich someday from excellent grades. I know my papers are worth every sweat and cramp of fingers. I play for the love of my future. For the pride and honor, for the blood, sweat, and tears it takes to make my future bright, to earn the spot, to win The Game. I study because I can, I study because I know that my life would be empty without the knowledge i gain. I would have a lack of everything my studies gives me... dirty-playing, cynicism, talent, a bright future, a correct way of life, a security in my career, stamina, deceptive will, and the heart of a winner, in the college where I play My Game. If I didn't study, I would lose every part of me. I'm a knowledge-pusher. I'm a dreamer. I'm a champion, not because I always wins, but because I win a far stretch above you. I try to do my best, mostly because I want to beat you down. I have built superficial friendships and suspicious memories because of my being a student. I leave every smile to my presentations, and continue to push myself outside of view. I am never happy with second place, and I would never accept it. I have learned to not get over nor through my anger and be the Champion of the College I have always dreamed of being. I don't play The Game for my parents, for my family, for my friends; I don't play for my coach or my teachers or my school. I play for myself. It isn't about winning or losing, because I know I'll win anyway. I won't settle for a tie, because I am not satisfied with a close win over my peers. To play The Game, you have to sacrifice everything, your character, your goodwill, your friends, sometimes even yourself. I am a player, a student and a champion in my own right, not because I know what it is like to win, but because I know what it is like to win you so easily. I know what it is like to feel the anger and pain that comes along with "second best." I have been that student with insecurities, walking out to receive the second place cert and clapping as another student, receive the first place cert. I know what it is like to win, to tear other people's dreams apart. I know what it is like to falsify an impression before my peers for the sake of pure coolness. and most of all, I know what it is like to win and pretend i didn't do anything for it, and I know what it is like to be hated for that. But I don't mind. I love my studies more than what people think of me. I know what it means to be a true player for my own benefit, and that is why I play The Game. I am a student. I am a champion. And, happily for me, They both come together." (The Student's Pride: An Edit of The Athlete's Pride) Do you have The Student's Pride? Monday, May 04, 2009 | 1:25 AM HAHAHAHAHAHA you ask me love you how deep i love you how many points my emo also real my love also real moon represent my heart you ask me love you how deep i love you how many points my emo dont move my love no change moon represent my heart soft soft one kiss already move my heart deep deep one relationship teach me think until today you ask me love you how deep i love you how many points you go think think you go see see moon represent my heart ~~~~~~~~~ HAHAHA. HAHAAHAHAHA Sunday, May 03, 2009 | 6:56 PM FOR WHAT SEEMS like a stretch of a century, i finally decided to stay back for lunch at glcc. And Gordon, being immensely cooperative, ditched the homies and washed out our plans to go Island Creamery and train for 2.4km run afterwards. Whatever happened to our 2.4run man!?!? haha I honestly haven't spoken to James, Jiahao, Daniel, Alvin, Gordon or Joel for a very long time. Though I find Jiahao sometimes irritating, he still remained persistent in reaching out to me esp. in hard times. Turned a deaf ear to him many times but, reading the convos i had with him, maybe i was being ignorant. Maybe i was being unfair. I dunno man. I gotta revisit what he said with a little more receptive attitude and an open heart. Yeah. Thanks bro for all the help you gave.(: Doesnt make you any more worthy of a King Hao title, still! School all over again tomorrow. What'd you know man, we're all students integrated back into society now, you and i. i used to view myself as firstly a hockey player, secondly a student. now Student has overtaken the position of the former. woe to thee, oh system of The Austere, woe to your ways and your heinous plans! Thou contrived courteous plots, and seeming mannerisms. But to rob me of a precious thing, bids me to requite for that which is lost. Isn't it all very profound? Even I, confuse myself for the passion. Maybe the loss of Queen Impulse had a certain degree of symbolism after all, or not. Saturday, May 02, 2009 | 12:30 PM Last night I couldn't stop thinking about the matches. I'm sorry I have to drag this whole thing back again, but the persistent dreams I've got the past few nights have been a sore nag to my already-busy schedule. It just won't stop. I think about the SA match. It could have been a 1-0. I thought about the PJ match. If we weren't so complacent and went all out, we could have scored. And the CJ match could have at least resulted in a draw. Its not saying that I'm regretting it. What i'm trying to convey here is this: the outcome of a competition is almost taken like a gamble, where to some extent there is a subtle reliance on pure luck, or pure fate, or as Victor stubbornly terms it, "destiny". It is no wonder we are all afraid on the day of the match; because some part of us knows that there are things in a match that are outside our control; spurs of a moment we fail to seize, luck as it were, that fondles around its chess pieces on an endless grass terrain. OKAY CUT THE CRAP/EMOX/bullshit of an analogy which no one gives a rat's ass about. Its time to move on and get my poisson distribution distributing!!! Wah kao i suddenly remembered the last essay writing for GP in the lecture theatre. that was a total screw up man. "Society must un-teach what schools have taught" &?#@% hell was i writing bleafgh!? For some reason i'm starting to believe anderson's not that bad after all. Probably its because of the recent influx of events (and holidays w00t) organized by college and; more importantly- the success of them that's gotten me to trust the college's intentions. Maybe its still not blow-me-away outstanding, but at least its leons of miles better than last year. Last year's council was crap, this year's an improvement. So, uh. yeah. lessthanthree aj slightly more! Friday, May 01, 2009 | 7:20 PM  Found this on Facebook. HAHAHA ALVIN. Your expression spells GG.I am suddenly reminded of an incident in class. Having bought a thermometer at school which costs a hefty $5 (bang for your buck?), I flipped open the manual during chemistry lesson, only to see this graph corresponding temperature levels to the menstrual cycle period. Jason and I couldn't stop laughing. It was too freaking funny so we had to ask Jeryl. She apparently was after the ovation period or something. Then she showed it to Andrea, who lmao-ed, then showed it to jiakshinz, who according to the graph, did not even appear on the graph HAHAHA. * Yesterday's sports carnival was full of shit. While we were busy refereeing the floorball match, Brendon skipped over to us looking desperate. Brendon: I don't want to join the Fitness Challenge!!! Eric: What Fitness Challenge? Brendon: There!!! It sounded like a race of 5km and 500 push ups and 20 suicide laps but when we turned to look, those- those inhumanly happy participants - were bouncing tennis balls, skipping ropes and spinning hulahoops like wth!?!? HAHAHA... Lucky Brendon. he didn't have to bounce balls, shake his ass in hoops, or skip ropes like old school kiddos do.. But just imagining him doing those tasks.. * Because of certain circumstances, Venga and I were anticipating the end of the floorball match which Shaun was refereeing. Whilst we were talking bout some random stuff at the side, Shaun suddenly blew a long note on the whistle, signalling the end of the match. I gave a furtive glance at Venga and waited no longer. Im sure he was thinking the same shit. And immediately we both started running towards Shaun like mad dogs screaming "SHAUN GIVE ME THE WHISTLE GIVEMEGIVEME" and a stunned Shaun responded by hurled penalty corners back at us HAHAH. what the hell man. * For what seemed like eons, I finally got in contact with cyclonejacus a few days ago. That guy never changes. Sicheng: eh must meet up soon bahs~ Darren: wt- was that intentional? Sicheng: obviously the sarcasm wasn't obvious Darren: so was it? Darren: was it?? Sicheng: obviously not la! Darren: oh, k. Darren: whewz. Finally, some peace at last to just sit back at home, relax, recount, regenerate. I'ts been such an emotionally-fatiguing week. Coming to school today, I was utterly bereft of any initiative to feel or even think, as though an empty shell drifting through the pensieve ocean waves. Because all this while Ive been thinking about hockey. About the pitch, about the clearances, about the teamplay. My dreams wander to Delta and CCAB. My classes are an evanescent escape to the fears and hopes i hold for the dream. Even at the pavillion where my class hangs out at during breaks, I find the lines of my thoughts tracing back to the neverland where so much passion withholds. Its been so surreal. So intimate, and yet. So spacey. Never have I abandoned my academic lifestyle to such a severe extent but these past two weeks. Its all been a motion that I could not keep up with. Now that the A Div's are over, I guess its back to the 'good' ol' days of studying and studying alone- the method I well acquired in my secondary four days when i dropped track and went full steam studying. I really, don't regret my decision then. But to say that the situation two years and go and now in 2009 are the same.. will be an arguable lie. On the day of the cjc match, I was really set on the goal. At the same time, there was a certain sense of peace I could keep for myself because I know: that in this last match, there was absolutely nothing to lose. The whole time before the match was rather entrancing, a thoughtful moment. Then, we played. We played like Ive never seen before. You don't even need to be a rocket scientist to know that. Its a very human thing. Technically, I dont think we were outstanding (though without a doubt we played 2359872x better than the pj match, technically), but hell, do I know we were fighting like the last minute was coming anytime soon. CJC scored one goal, little push into the side of the goal from that desperate scramble right before the goalposts. I stumbled, I dont deny that. But within a matter of minutes I regained my focus on what I gotta do. I will never forget our final match. The vigour, the perseverance, the fight. I won't forget the faces I played with, the bad passes I made, the close goals we nearly scored, the fervour in my team mates, the determination of a collective effort. I won't forget the cool late afternoon weather, the beaming light behind the grandstands, the exhaustion that consumed me, the cheers from the aj girls who came by to support us.. It was really the best match I have ever played in. From a 0-4 last december to a 0-1 four months later, that simple thought just makes me so proud. When the final whistle blew, and we retreated to get our stuff and then back across the pitch towards the grandstands, Team AJC 2008 - exhausted, removed, and beaten down - was greeted by the most wonderful, alleviating sound there could ever be. An applause. What a glory. What a victory. I felt like I had won everything. I felt so happy. This was not a victory of the A Divisions; this was a triumph over our capabilities, to mark the best we could ever push. This was the last stepping stone we crossed upon. This was the moment Ms Tay has been talking about all this while. That when you know you have put in your ultimate, farthest best in your last match, you will walk out with the emotion every athelete wants to feel. Victorious. In the mess I was in, and the drenched clothes I wore, in the exhaustion of my aching body and failing heart, at last.... I can walk with my head held high. I can smile with an honest confidence. I can. And in one straight line, we took a bow to the ajc-ians in the grandstand. I was so touched by the overwhelming applause. It grew even louder. In the past, we were losers people looked down at. Today we are a company of heroes in our own reckoning. and the most beautiful part of it? People. See it. "It is what we have lived for that 50, 60 years down the road we will still say 'That was our finest moment.'" - Edmund Wong I will never forget that moment. *** The journey has been so wonderful. Coming from a sport that demands individual perfection, a team experience came rather new. I nearly joined ODAC, just like Shaun and Edmund. Thank goodness I went for the first meeting for the freshees and the lies to cover up their enthusiasm were exposed. To imagine if I were still in ODAC now... frankly speaking, sickens me slightly HAHA. Sue me, odacians I found great friends here. Found belonging, found mental people, found a whole lot of crap I never expected to exist in this world; found alot to laugh about, found joy, found tears, found hell, found heaven, found so much craziness amongst them, found character, found genuine friendships, (: I found so much. Complete strangers when the group first started, and now a madass group of 'tards; a company of faith, heroes in each and every person's right. Its not been smooth and easy-going, that's for sure. Many ups and downs. But isnt that precisely what makes this whole experience distinctively memorable? I think the retaining of brendon and ami, the crashing of the orientation, the momentarial dip in energy after that, the banning incidents, the vjc loss, and countless other problems we encountered, have a certain part to play in moulding the decisions we made along the discourse. Looking back, i've much to smile upon. It always hurts to know that the end of a long, long journey has finally come. At the match, I was so numb to the fact. Now, I am coming to terms with it. The more I think about it, the stiffer the pain gets. I dunno man. The life after A Div's we all once dreaded has finally arrived. We will no longer be running on the outskirts of the track, playing games in an absurdly small D, watch the sunset and its golden spill, enjoying, all that what we had left.. yuckshinz: it feels empty right? sicheng: not empty. but, just sicheng: the feeling you get when you watched a really great movie and it reaches the end sicheng: or when you read a really good book that took your imagination to the utter ends of the world sicheng: or you walked a long journey and you finally got what you wanted sicheng: and you return back to the start, where it all began, back home.. sicheng: that is the feeling. I will sorely miss team ajc 2008. I will miss so much of it. I thought the journey was hard enough. Now, the parting is even harder. Makes me understand why Jeremy wept so hard at the end of the match. Not because the match has ended, but a much bigger journey has.. wow, God has given me everything I could ever ask for. Everything. In the distance of the Delta stadium, as people pack up their things to make their way home, a cry of passion soared into the skies, loud and clear, and this did all the people hear: the old, old story of a team with a dream... "Will You Ever Quit? NO, we want some mo' WE WANT SOME MO' WE WANT SOME MO'! Wednesday, April 29, 2009 | 10:26 PM (: im really touched by the passion of my team. I mean, what a journey. what a most amazing journey. and looking back, to all the shit and fun we been through, tears and sweat, pains and wins.. i have totally no qualms... absolutely no regrets.. on subscribing to this most wonderful, amazing team. i have definitely more to say. Tuesday, April 28, 2009 | 8:18 PM I was on my way through the Carbonyl Compounds tutorial when all of a sudden, the playlist in my zen switched to Breakaway; that old Kelly Clarkson classic that melted the hearts of millions. (ami was one of them, wheeps!) And though it embarrasses me slightly to proclaim this gossip-worthy piece of news, I truly, and deeply, find myself softening to the mellow twang of acoustic guitar strings.. Going to NYP today with kev, chunyang, edmund, venga, kenneth and ami was actually pretty great. It awes me to see that it just takes some 5 passes, some running, and good precision to get the ball to the other side. Really! You gotta see it for yourself. Of course, that goes without taking into account, 11 other players robed in yellow, ready to grapple for the ball at all costs.. Hope we do our best tomorrow. May tomorrow be the best we've ever played, even if they score 50 goals in our post, even if they got Jon beaten to the ground and chunyang down on his already-irrepairable face, even if they dribbled past ami (which isn't very hard) and swallowed Kevin like a small french fry, even if they broke Edmund into five pieces and Victor into six, even if they frussed Venga badly and make him scream "WTF" and do an own goal, even if they tear me and Shaun apart with superb passings and ruined our defense and make Junkai beg them to stop (please) because they are too, too good, Ain't no stopping us from playing the game our best! Because I play for the sport, I play for the team. I dunno why Im suddenly feeling so optmistic about tomorrow. Maybe it was the talking with Venga, Ami and Kevin just now that really lightened my mood and helped me to gain confidence. Alot of funny things to talk about our team, seriously. We are such a clowny batch sometimes I wonder how anyone can ever take us seriously. Its too ridiculous to even exist. Sometimes I feel we are a social club, not a sports cca. Is that good? Is that bad? Im not really ready to decide. But I sure do know that without these buds my life in AJC would totally suX with a capital X. hah! Makes me love my team man. Tomorrow Im going onto the pitch with a new spirit of focus and confidence. Ill be serious, without a doubt. But while I still have the chance, Im gonna enjoy every bit of competition I face tomorrow and do my best for the team I do not regret joining at all. MAJULAH TEAM AJC! RAIN OR SHINE WE MOVE Monday, April 27, 2009 | 8:32 PM PJC - AJC 0 - 0 Do you feel the pain? Can you feel it? DO YOU WANT TO GET IT BACK? DO YOU WANT TO GET IT BACK? DO YOU WANT TO GET IT BACK? We had the whole evening to emox about the scoreline But we have TWO DAYS to get it clear for Wednesday. GUYS. THIS IS NOT THE END YET. What we played on the PJ match was NOT. OUR .BEST. IF THE CJC WERE OUR LAST MATCH, THEN LET IT BE OUR BEST shall we? CAN WE? WILL WE? its really painful. and i really, really want to MAKE IT VERY CLEAR. AT THE END OF ALL THINGS WE. MUST. This is really it. And im not giving up just yet. Sunday, April 26, 2009 | 7:02 PM Are you feeling a little down now, thinking that it's a little too late for change? Then can I encourage you, because it's not too late. ________________________ The smell of potatoes and garnish, Roasting in the oven; The dancing flames in the settling grill Lick the chops in playful glee The crackling sizzle, An appetizing sound; Now they all come into the dining room In a glorious soundless waltz; Save the sounds of rain That send the wind chimes cooing. The night is cool- that December nostalgia. Now it seems the rain has stopped But delightfully The kitchen has not Saturday, April 25, 2009 | 10:23 PM TODAY. was: a bad hit day a good reverse sweep day a good training day an OH-MY~ day a good hair day (use Clear! because looking good... means no dandruff) a drop-dead gorgeous face day (as always) a teh-bing day an i-spent-on-fast-food day a tiring day (helping sis with project was major lactic) an irritable day (my shoe and hockey bag finally gave way) a materialistic day (shopping for cool new turf shoes) a momentarily nice day (going to Vibe for some 5minutes) a lipsmacking day (dinner from Little India. damn i was hungry.) Now I am waiting eagerly for Monday. Im so tired and disoriented. This is not a case of venting my emox out. Its not emox. Its a kind of disconnected feeling from everything/one around me this season. Lots of things running through my dizzy head. 1. PJ match. 2. The Link, april's issue. 3. NYP's blunders 4. My spoilt turf shoes 5. Money problems 6. Hitting problems 7. Homework problems 8. OPA training. its not easy :( Thursday, April 23, 2009 | 9:53 PM I found my old stack of victorian uniforms neatly placed at the bottom most shelf of my cupboard. Holding them up, I found a mild nostalgia sweeping over me as I think about the good old days when, nearly half of my life was spent in the oceanary shores of the East. Where the sea breeze was cool and deep. Where block catching was not an unusual thing. Where some of the most insufferably hilarious jokes were made and I had all the capacity I needed to gush my lungs with air. Everything was sweet and succulent. Life there was (one of) the most excellent sirloin steaks I have ever tasted in my life. I gotta try em on soon! Desperately need to get a grasp on homework and stuff. Hell man, i haven't done homework for quite a while. Not the sort when you get your ass down on an over-saddled chair and turbo through a night's worth of notes and revision. It will get that intensive very soon, however. So, what can I say man. Brace my braceless self. sajc and cjc drew. Very, very, very exciting match. I think both teams played great. its different playing against sajc and watching sajc play. they look so undefeatable when playing with them. when watching them play against cjc however, they weren't as godly as they first appeared (not to say they are any less good, because they are). Makes me wonder how other teams view ours. I always thought team ajc was like a clown team in the A div's with its bad blend of red and yellow for the jersey. macdonalds constumes, no? i hope we make scary clowns. organic chemistry and editorial to do. MOVE OUT! ajc v vjc, girls team tomorrow. Believe. Tuesday, April 21, 2009 | 7:26 PM Emox trumped me for some 20minutes after the match. But thank you guys for the encouragement. You all been a great support and a great team. And thanks to those who came. Hady and Yixian. Really surprised to see you guys come round. Thanks for comin! And the girls team that came by to scream their lungs out for us. Wow. This truly is the aj hockey family. Im looking forward to the pj and cj match with greater focus than ever. No more conceding. No more distractions. Just do what we must do. Tomorrow is pj match for girls. All the best! C'mon guys. Don't run out on your faith. Monday, April 20, 2009 | 10:28 PM I am not gonna promise that tomorrow's match is going to have excellent results. Because that lies beyond my premises of predictions and ultimately left to God's hands. But I can promise you that i am going to do my best. For the freaking sole purpose of defending the holy goal. This is it, baby. The battle has started. All these months of training, having fun, eating, running, doing drills... have finally converged to lead to this single crux of monumental truth. Everything that has come to past, will now come to show. What you put in, will naturally come out. TEAM AJC, ROLL OUT. i really want to see how far my team has come. Sunday, April 19, 2009 | 1:46 PM My life, in its most practical essence, is made up of these things now. 1. Hockey. I have never been so committed to a CCA before. More than just the sport, I have found really close friendships here that go beyond the parameters of a pitch. They are just about the best people I know in AJC. No regrets at all (: 2. Studies. Schooling is mandatory. It demands your brains to work and your thoughts to relearn themselves. 2009 is going to be a year of academic paranoia. A levels are practically what I am aiming for now. 3. Church. As much as I know I haven't been going to church recently, it is still really important for me. I dont deny that I have focused less priority in it recently, but I will not go on to completely dismiss it as a redundant compartment in the office of life. I really can't imagine what life will be without God. 4. Internet, msn, lostsoulxcapin, music. These are what I usually do at home. I come home, tired to the core, plonk myself onto the chair and turn on the computer. My bus rides are an avenue for music-listening, and I despise myself for getting all-too-poseur headphones. But i love my zen. 5. Meals with friends. I have many dinners with friends. On training days with hockey guys, and on friday nights with some youths. There's alot of soul going on during dinners; i usually laugh myself to pieces when the humour taps start to run. These make up the basic foundation of my very existence. I just went to Thompson Plaza for lunch with Sihui and Yingjie. I adore these moments when I am allowed to do whatever I wanna do, with the freedom of birds in the sky. But at the same time I do not let myself slip too far off the edge, because I know complacency so will set me in the beak of an onlooking eagle. The skies are never always free. 2 more days to SAJC match. Am I ready? I'm not very sure. But don't worry, I will be by the day itself. Granted, I am a little fearful. But like what Shaun says.. "Courage is not the absence of fear, TEAM AJC, but the mastery of it." Getsum! Saturday, April 18, 2009 | 8:58 PM Coach finally blew today. His wrath consumed his little minions like a rhino heading at a box of matchsticks, smashing it into smithereens. Those soft but harsh echoes of "crawl here! crawl here!" still reverberate in my mind. As much as I pleased not the sun to bear its heat down on us, I felt that what he did to us was absolutely necessary. Straightened ourselves up and tidied disciplines. Scathed our palms and souldered backbone in us. I always thought he was too nice. But today he more-than-firmly established who's the real leader here. Meant serious business in his territory. Now, I can respect him for that. Recently, cjc lost to pjc 0-1. Im so confused about who we ought to be more afraid of (that brings about another question, whether we should even be afraid in the first place). ijc lost to cjc in a friendly 1-3, but njc lost to vjc only 0-3. (friendly). but ajc lost to vjc 0-8. and ajc lost to cjc 0-4 last year. and we thought pjc wasn't good. so if we beat pj, and pj beat cj, then we must beat cj, and get into the quarters. i have no idea what the hell im talking about. I am in dire need of a long holiday. Or even one day off, I'm not even asking much. Just one day to lay in my bed and think through my entire life and all the shit i've been doing recently, clear the clutter.. Its been tough. Its been really tough. Increasingly its been harder to cope with hockey and schoolwork. Now it has come to a point of how far I can go on without breaking the tension of my head and its trembling contents. I NEED HOLIDAY EDIT: "jeryl. AJ DANCE- GIRL POWER. we did it! :D" gosh this is just reminding me about dora the explora all over again. we did it! we did it! *does the retarded dance* i don't know how i should be feeling now. Sad, partially, because i've as much as 0.00000001% chance of seeing Queen Impulse ever again, or grateful, because God has opened me up to believe not in what i possess... but whom i serve, and who i play with. I am YOUR PLAYER, God. To Team AJC, i am part of you guys. And to fairly new VAMPIRE stick with fairly good grip but wonderful hits and sweeps, you are no more important than shaun kevin zhijian brendon edmund khimyang clinton yude chunyang jon junkai ajay kenneth yuesheng venga ami victor jeremy miz benjamin eric. To my beloved, my passionate, my dearest, the cream of the cake, the peak of all mountains, the whitest star of endless twilights... Queen Impulse i recite to thee a poem. Darling, oh darling, Thou whom I dearly loved How you came to me in my darkest hours Soothed me, contented me, Take away my fear. You were costly, exquisite and beautiful Your slender arm like a walkway of shadows Your smooth leg that licks up at the bottom of your contours How I remember thee when I found you Amid a crowd of plastic-wrapped faces Your witch-like gleam Your tall woman dignity You stood above the rest. I was puzzled by you You appeared to be hiding something for me But it was this exact mysteria of you that found me strangely attracted to you Like I needed to know you I needed to love you Hold you Want you Feel you. Months we played together. You and I, a solid team Your gaze was hard, But your hits were harder. You knew my steps, And how I operate You knew how I moved And you moved with me You were heavy, I do not deny But your weight was perfect for me. The sore cracks on your texture Are but a soft reminder Of how much you bore for me How you were willing to sacrifice me Protect me from the reverse hits, Reverse sweeps, You always protected me. I nearly lost you before. But now it seems I've lost you forever. In the pits of the dark abyss You escaped from my reach Surreptitious, undetected. Right beneath my nose (and my numerous strings of twisty nose hair) Weep shall I, and mull will I? Then so did I! So did I! Impulse, thou whom I bought with such impulse How you conveniently swapped places with Artic Frost The cold frosty bite of my ex strangely lost and forgone Your sophistication surrounded me Now I'm so alone My heart ached a thousands pains My breath searched a hundred miles My mind fled to all corners of the earth in search for that missing love of mine You betrayed me dear I thought things will work itself out The stars or moons will cast its light And bask you in their mournful glory Queen Impulse I hope you know That as much as I think of you You mean nothing to me now. Just as impulsively you came to me, Now will you leave quietly from me. My majesty, my queen. I bid thee farewell Thursday, April 16, 2009 | 7:42 PM don't think i've given up. BECAUSE I HAVEN'T. you wait and see. You just wait. I WILL MAKE SURE I FIND YOU. NJ match is up tomorrow. Our last chance to prove our worth. I will not let these efforts go down the drain. I will not endure myself to frus nor kancheong at the frontline. Steadfastness and, as Kevin says, "THINK", will get us through. We can't lose this one! I wholeheartedly agree with Monster. We CAN'T lose this last friendly. Steady, girls team. Have faith. In 2 hours, today will become yesterday, and yesterdays won't matter. Not if we believe. You guys can do it. Press on! Monday, April 13, 2009 | 9:55 PM Enjoyed myself thoroughly today (: I honestly think Jason might just have a knack in Hockey if he really wanted to. Our team had a team talk earlier tonight. And i really get the feeling that everyone's all motivated to go all out at this very final, 10m stretch to the finishing line. I myself could sense the growing excitement, anticipation, curiosity, warmth and determination within me, like a wreath of fire, crackling in its wood; loves, it shall never halt its flame. However, even at this critical point in time, there are still issues some of my friends are facing. I just HOPE that those charges will be cleared asap even by the NJ match. And also that Chunyang will get his damn sprain fixed before the A div's. Why now, chunyang, of all times... And the same goes for Jon whose goalkeeper kit has been engulfed by ants and some fungus shit. I pray these things will iron themselves out soon. I am gonna be chionging Hockey like my life entirely depends on it (and pray, as if it entirely depends on Him~ quotable quotes) and kill some scuttling mice with a couple of deadly hits. Do some gay-crap channeling that makes them wanna sub out at the sides and slay em with my reverse sweeps; not to mention (!!) wiping out the forwards with my superbly executed dribbling displays and elegant sprint along the sides. LOL siol damn self-praise luh TEAM AJC! Rain or shine, i love my homies. ~ A Div's are here. The girls are gonna get it first. No one's saying it won't be hard Or that it'll be all smooth-going; No one's even promising a top spot For all the world to see. But you know what, friend one thing's for sure. We will pull through and we will be satisfied. Together. Sunday, April 12, 2009 | 12:32 AM don't run out on your faith
Friday, April 10, 2009 | 1:57 PM
Its funny waking up to the smell of freedom and filtering sunshine. i haven't felt such for ages. And yet it feels discretely strange because the freedom stings with fear. I'm not very comfortable with not doing any homework; its like i'm being robbed of my singaporean lifestyle. Its not supposed to happen! Its not supposed to happen! Suddenly I am reminded of the CJ match 5 months ago when the CJ team's push off for short corner went haywire and our runners were left befuddled.. "the ball's not supposed to dribble like that! it's not!" Because of With or Without You, I have come to find many good songs of U2 I never got to know before. I am deeply tempted to get one of their greatest hits albums or something. But that will merely add further weight to my pool of burdens for buying other albums :/ But I will definitely do so if I have the time! And the kaching of course. TO TOWN I MAKETH HASTE FOR! It's been a long long time I've done such activities. Its too liberal for me to accept. But I should also know that these break through the surface of academic paranoia is only shortlived, and not to be taken for granted. I will read a very educational book or something on my trip there. Yep! That eases tension. Thursday, April 09, 2009 | 10:34 PM Shaun scared the living daylight outta me when I found out my stick was gone from where I left it during break. Then to my amazement (and brimming horror), I see Shaun after GP lecture lifting Queen Impulse into the skies like a glorious sword. seriously freak me out la shaun!!! you deserve twenty superpokes and a reverse *SWEEP* in the arshe for even thinking about it! haha Wah lao you know got this stupid slarcht in my class luh. annoying like some fruit fly. i was rifling through my 08 photos when i came across the IE day collection. my class is seriously damn twisty or something. knees lock together, puff out the cheeks till can explode, pursed lips like some vacuum cleaner, and of course not forgetting the twwwwist So, not surprisingly, within the fatal cutesy world of die-hard twittism, along came this gangly creature named hoejiakshinz. this interesting specimen is very talented at doing keyboard smileys. personal favourites including the deathly xP, the venemous xD and the the viperous =D. This camera was most unfortunate to capture the following images. So i decided, since im not a STOMPer, i must shift my domain. it is important for the world to know the truth. the knowledge that will set us free. we are truly nearing the end times.  the chuppa chup is probably screaming for its dear candy life thesises and antithesises are the way to go! :] fail "look at mi!! i look sho scare... and oso sho cute HEHE"HAHAHAHA sorry jiakshinz, but the ie photos were too tempting :P eh seriously man the grammatical sirens start to sound when the incorrect usage of Scare start to appear. Scare, is a verb. Scared, is an adjective, or a past tense to a verb. SO STOP USING "SCARE" IN THE NAME OF CUTE YOU ALL... CHEEEEbites some of us were on our way home today when we suddenly talked about coach. any of you guys heard the sound effects he injects when you miss a hit or something clowny happens? coach is seriously full of surprises la hahaha Today's training at NTU was actually pretty good. Like I got to be part of this amazing passing pattern within the defense KRIQX where ami, junkai, yuesheng and i really worked well together. to be honest im so proud of these three people. we're always the four that kena the hardest punches in the friendly matches (shaun, zhijian and benjamin not to be forgotten) and go through the hardest shit of attacks. yet we still glue through together and we're working onwards. i'm not saying that we're perfect, but we're moving on at least. we're moving on... and the team i was in for the four goalposts was super good. edmund, victor, jeremy, wow the chemistry was very strong. like for example, at the very last minute, victor and i were running near side-by-side towards the goal, and we both sorta got the know that "there's gonna be a pass happening between us, and we're both waiting to see what will happen", and victor passed and i swept to hady (sp?), and the feeling after that was shiok. Like seriously. shiok. its great to know you accomplished something on your own. but it is unquestionably a whole other level: when you know that it was your team.. your fellow mates around you.. that did it. some of us went to kfc after training for makan. we had a really long talk about our team and how we work together. and i gotta say that it was really very constructive. especially for the right side where the right mids, wings and defense are concerned. im really pumped up for the trial runs jeremy venga and i gonna do tomorrow. we're gonna make things happen. the team's having quite alot of issues recently. had a long talk with kevin on the way home and thinking on what he said made me really worried. like all the pressure and fear with the nearing A Div's, and how much clutter we have to clear right now, my goodness i can't even describe how fearful i am. its so frightening. its so biting. all of a sudden, in the stormy sea of stony faces, i felt so strangely alone.. Then I realised... maybe the many bad things happening now are just consequences of my ego and my iniquity... my unfaithfulness to Dad above. I've been so selfish and self-conceited. All this while I know I've been backsliding.. and now, at this crucial junction of trial and pain I know I cant go on further without His grace above. I know its all really above my strength. Pains me just to take any step further without bowing to His will. God i want to surrender my all.. oh Lord you search me You know my ways Even when I falter I know You love me I know You love me I am coming back to my first love Tuesday, April 07, 2009 | 6:38 PM With or Without You Cover of U2 And you give yourself away And you give yourself away And you give, and you give And you give yourself away I can't live with or without you There is power in these words. _______________________________ sicheng says: haha kk was thinking of going nyp tmr actually Kevin says: just go la hahaha dont go arnd 2 plus 3 plus u sure die ... freakin HOTTT!!!! i just realised.. 1 more wk to comp eh.. hahhahaa sicheng says: SERIOUS!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!? Kevin killed me with that one Sunday, April 05, 2009 | 8:16 PM WOAH what a day. aj's carnival was pretty good. It was fun doing all the deco shit with Jason Andrea and Tenghui all this while, as well as with many other helping hands who cheerfully agreed to do so. Many many things happened. Ryan and I missed the opening ceremony to restock our goods at the Popular store. Some of us just kept going round and round to sell off the coke, brownies and muffins off, these which were eventually completely sold. It rained but I dont think it dampened the mood at all. Got to hang out with ze hockey peeps some time too. haha, the candy graveyard freaking funny sia. I will never forget the incident when Venga and I went into the haunted house and ami - this half naked, freaky-as-if-he-wasn't-freaky-enough, smeagol-ish creature on the floor - suddenly grabbed Venga's ankle and he said "what the-". Then he turned around, saw ami, gave that stupid dao look and said, "eh not funny la ami." LMAO then ami dam sad, so he retreated to his cave saying "f you la" HAHAHAHA.. but venga's no better seriously, trying so hard to act commando on the floor to find the sweets but they were all on the table. see! see! in the end what happen? you only find creatures like ami. HAHA JUST KIDDINGZ. back at our stall, when things were fast selling out, some of us so happened to be surround the ice box. then i think tenghui had this sudden crazy idea of plunging our hands into the freezing water and compete who could hold out the longest. so jasmine, melissa, leon, jason, jiaxin, jeryl, ryan, tenghui n i held the rim of the box and, on the count of three, dived our hands into the water.HELL it was even more painful than looking at yuckshin'z complexion la! So you can imagine how painful it was. Sophial got dunked! Good job on zhao's part on destroying Sophial by high-fiving the lever. Eh actually right ami, we wanted to dunk you leh haha. But there just wasn't enough people at that point of time. You lucky boy! As the whole thing was coming to a close, a whole mass of ajc-ians started to mass dance in the parade square. Y'know i never really was a fan of AJ's mass dances. But when everything's in sync and spirits are high, it really looked great. I should have brought a camera or something to film the whole thing down. Especially when it's raining and everyone's hyper about the dance... wow. inspiring. Overall an awesome day (: I would have published photos, but I don't have the collection now. Watch out for edits to this post, I might just do so. EDIT: MY GRAWD HOW CAN I FORGET ABOUT THE SOFA KING HAHAHAH. Shaun's sofa king genius!!!  We created a banner out of georgia font. Fantastic looking CAFE DE RAPOS. such class. and the spelling error's not even noticeable! The largest sandwich I have ever seen Did you kiss SOMEONEZ today? BECAUSEZZ if you haven't...you can kiss me if you want to <3  The muffin andrea, jason and i painstakingly did (: it now sits in my home with a bleeding cherry as we were saying, ryan, before being rudely interrupted by lmaohan... "buy a muffin and i'll show you how to eat it!" "the balloons were released at the opening ceremony, and they scattered into the skies like a prism of birds." wowowow WHERE'S JASON? shucks i know he badly wanted to do this*takes a bow* there ya go. but im sure theres moar Saturday, April 04, 2009 | 1:25 AM ideas Im rushing like crap right now, thanks to the preparations for our the upcoming carnival this Sunday, but here's 5 things sailing through my ocean of thought now. 1. 2 great trainings in a row! 2. i am facing immense difficulty using the damn scissors 3. tomorrow's gonna be hell day of work 4. family day's actually quite exciting 5. but i'm not gonna have high expectations yet. Excellent! my 5-cents worth of post Wednesday, April 01, 2009 | 10:55 PM TIRED LIKE A HOT DOG
Tuesday, March 31, 2009 | 10:29 PM
~CITRUS THIRST~ Its been a very long time since I last got a B grade for any assignment. Hell, don't even mention about A grades. I dunno man, screwing up my gp essays, physics tutorials and chem knowledge, and all... my mind's spiralling down in a whirl of waste. how i wish i could translate this into my wheels and get my engines chukka-chukka-chukka vroom vroom going. Aiya that's rubbish. Wish? its all about doing, making action, taking initiative... I didn't really think going to AJC would affect my studies as compared to going to VJC; that is, if I actually did. Hmmm. Life would be pretty different if I've been there all this while, won't it? It would be a comfortable passover from lesser victoria to greater victoria. Untouched, unblemished, the freshest pick of a mango crop. I would have moved on easily, nicely, safely. It would have been like a walk into a mother's embrace. I will laugh easily, joy endlessly, live perfectly. I would have accomplished so much... But I would not have known the meaning of Harsh. Because all my life in AJ... was tough getting used to. The orientation days were like a sudden installation for cultural revamp. The people I knew (besides 0808 then) were unthinkably alien. The whole place reeks of Chinese. ("Wait, sicheng, aren't you chinese too?"... smell my fats.) Ok lah, the problem doesnt lies in the Chinese blood. I know loads of unbelievably hilarious chinese friends. But it lies in that horrible -as Brian coins it, succinctly- lame chinese boy persona of eternal cheebeng glories; And you know what? its seriously not a good sign that the craze is fast sweeping many innocent chinese boys and girls off their feet. How, i ask you, how! How! Have you ever imagined how its like to be the only person coming from your previous school? I guess the first one, two months in Anderson were the hardest for me. Everyone cliqued with their own gang and were too busy to outshine each other, outkool each other. It became such a sickly process of observing social trends that the only trend i could come to terms with was the losing of my mind. Along the way, I found a really good class 0808 during PAE. I had so much assed fun with them: playing cards, eating out, getting fat together, suanning, etc. - that it became really hard for me to let go. By then I was pretty much settled in the new environment; quietly blending in the grey uniformity of jc life, listening to my quite-unmanly form teacher talk and his far-flung jokes. I tried out ODAC initially. Didn't work out for me one bit. I remember that Edmund and Shaun were in it as well, just not very well as I know them now. ODAC's orientation was ridiculously cheebeng. It was 90% purposeless cheering and 9% games. And 1% depth. It was too nice for my taste. I couldn't fit in. So I decided that maybe someone else deserves my position in ODAC more than I do. I called for quit and joined Hockey. Hockey wasn't spectacular initially. It was like... a very large mango that's still unripened. I knew that there were things that could come out of this bunch of people, but it just hasn't happened yet. So patient as I usually am, I waited for the spark to happen and the fire to ensue. 2408 was the next step. I dont really know how to express my feelings about this class. Its boring, but fun. Crappy, but sappy. Cheena, but Englishy. Its a spectrum of multi-personalities rolled into one soggy swiss roll. You hate it, and love it. You can laugh so hard, and you can tear so badly. Because of them, school can be crazy; but school can also be socially dim. I am very confused. Ok part one done. I dunno why I suddenlywrote that. But I might continue another day. (Join me next episode for more exciting adventures, on Sicheng's Hip and Happening Life!) Monday, March 30, 2009 | 9:29 PM Getting me so worried up man. Misfortunate or misunderstanding, Doesn't matter. Makes me realize that there's a a white line, we should not toe over; A certain limit, to the depth of shit we can slip into before it becomes too deep, too helpless, and too painful. So troubled. GET A GRIP LAH SICHENG! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! Sunday, March 29, 2009 | 12:39 PM School's starting again tomorrow. Ive decided to revise my perspectives about school and begin on a fresh new start. No more late tutorials, no more lagging behind, just doing all I can this period in preparation for the mid-year fright. And in order to do so, it begins today. MAJULAH HOTTIE! Yesterday's post on Vibe was kind of skimpy so maybe I should beef it up abit. But not to a quarter pounder of words of course. After dunking Alvin in the tofu and getting the place cleaned up, brian dionne and i went to Adam's for drinks. (teh bing la wah lao) Wah it was seriously dam funny shit lah. Its great to catch up with 'em and get to know more about the juicy happenings in a college miles across the countryside. I've always thought the East had quite a hippy edge to it. Yep well there's this ongoing issue about the overwhelming bird shit in the canteen. So Brian's friend wrote a suggestion during councillors-students dialogue (he hates everything council), saying. "With regards to the controversial bird shit problem, i propose that the councillors act like scarecrows in the canteen" HAHA HMMM "we'll consider this seriously!" Alot of other shit lah. Actually yesterday was quite a funny day despite feeling shagged. On our way to ntu we were playing around with ami's phone. His phone got some function that when you say someone's name (e.g Venga), then Venga's contact will pop out on the screen. So ami tried "handsome hot and gorgeous person" but no contact came out. I suggested intensifiers so ami did a retry. "very very very handsome hot and gorgeous person"... A contact popped out on the screen.. And everyone bent over to look.. LMAO YOU KNOW WHO? Kevin HAHAHAHAHA!! what is this world becoming to man. then on our way back, Brendon smsed Ami again. Brendon: did you guys see any shinpads at NTU? (apparently he left it there) Ami: yah its in the goalkeeper's bag Brendon: Omg!!!! Ami: Why what's wrong? Brendon: Then they will stink like your asshole LMAO!!! Saturday, March 28, 2009 | 11:21 PM The match lasted some 30 minutes altogether. Really not satisfying man. S'more we lost 0-2. Buay tahan lah, i really hope that by these 3 weeks we can improve our passings and ball out defense. Just these two areas and Im really more than satisfied. Of course, easier said than done. But its definitely worth the going. At least the self-training after that was pretty fulfilling. I think the 5v4drill really pressures the mids to switch more, and give 'em some chance to exercise their creativity and dynamics when entering the D. The next problem we really need to address, however, is the part of shifting the gameplay more into the other half. Across the middle line. To effectively get into their D smoothly, without hindrances. Wow that would be team nirvana. Just wished we had more pitch trainings. The school's ones are ok but we can't really do the larger-scale drills that are so important in this point of time. In last year's December, I dreamt that everyday will be pitch training in that one month before A Div's. But what are the odds now man. The right side people really need to work on the passing more often. In order for it to work out we really need to do more self training amongst ourselves. 'Cos I noticed that our side's inter-passing is kind of weak so its definitely something we need to work on immediately. Yep just a reflection guys. Vibe was on just now! Had a great time with the funny folks Brian and Dionne. Been a long time since Ive seen them. Man having them around in vibe is always fun. But today's exceptional man. because it was SOMEONE's birthday, and got dunked in a bucket of water filled with ROTTEN SMELLY TOFU YUCKS!!!!! HAHAHA happy birthday alvin (: NUH got lots of work to catch up with by tmr Friday, March 27, 2009 | 11:37 PM A match takes place tomorrow. I don't give a flying V about how good the other team is. I just want us to be the best that we can be. OH what the hell am i talking about. Boys and girls, remember. The Best Is Yet To Be. Its rise and shine early tomorrow. I think there's more to write about by then so I'll just keep tonight's clean and simple. Thursday, March 26, 2009 | 3:49 PM A List of A Division teams. 01 St Andrew's JC 02 Raffles JC 03 Victoria JC 04 Anglo Chinese School (Independent) 05 Anglo Chinese JC 06 Catholic JC 07 Tampines JC 08 Anderson JC 09 Millennium Institute 10 Pioneer JC 11 Innova JC 12 Jurong JC 13 National JC (correct me if i'm wrong. YJC and TJC out?) Man, this is scary. I know we're kind of on par with IJC; and NJC/JJC can be beaten. CJC remains unknown (our last game was in December: a 4-0 thrash) and the top 5 (VJC, SAJC, ACSI,ACJC and RJC) are the untouchables. We could try, but the scores will be extremely tender. As aggressively shown two days ago. What competition. Jiaxin's mentioning of 19 Days is deeply bone-chilling. To think that we have less than 3 weeks, and a whole lot of stuff to prepare/ work on, is very nerve wrecking. And with no pitch trainings on the go, it leaves us quite pathetic. OH BUT BREAK THE BOUNDARIES BOYS AND GIRLS we got a rollercoaster ride this period! ON YOUR FEET AND HURRY! DON'T FORGET THE ALPA CHINOS! Awesomely, the next four days will be school-less days. PRAISE ZE HEAVENS! AND ALL YE GREY CREATURES HERE ON EARTH, THOU MAY REJOICE... Was at the auditorium just now. I had the utmost premium privilege to witness one of the best things in life you can get. AJ iDoll Frankly speaking, Im really proud of this year's organizers. It beats last year's by a freaking alien mile, and there were some really eye-catching performances this year that were really good. And unlike shumbuddiez who's too skinny-minded to appreciate the performance and left halfway gagagaamigagaga, i! as in, drop-dead-gorgeous hopelessly ridiculously good-looking i~ (oh bless the name of relativity) faithfully supported throughout. WAHA two finger clap for me yeah kthxbye. HAHA just kidding la. Of course, loads of drama and madass rubbish throughout the night. That which I shan't bother commenting on. (hahaha got one passionate girl when The Bohemians performing sia. people damn noisy at the start so everyone start shhhhh-ing. actually was quite ok leh. but then suddenly out of nowhere. SHADDAPLA) Tuesday, March 24, 2009 | 11:06 PM Im so thankful that I could take my mind off tonight after match and have a good time with the others over the table. Because otherwise, I think I might have sunk into depression. I dont even know how to begin this post lah. Just one match with VJC sufficed to douse that fire of faith. The white flag has crumbled from its weight. What went wrong man? Even the talk after the match was dead quiet. So many mistakes made, and yet so few words said. The party poppers were silenced. The hoo-haa has died. But the disappointment was deafening. There was an unspoken defeat in the air. That was just about the most heartwrenching I ever had with my team. Empty, parched throats.. truly make the loudest noise. Its so difficult to continue to believe because everyone's afraid that the efforts we put in won't make a difference at all. So if so, then why bother? That's just a very human mentality that, I think, our team has fallen prey to. I so badly want to improve. I so badly want all of us to work things out. But the match struck me with a painful realization that, given the limited time we have, perhaps dreams should remain as they are. Fiction. Man if you only knew how guilty I am for saying all this shit. But the mess in the match, how everything was falling apart helplessly, was extremely discouraging to witness. Oh soul. Does this mean you've run out of faith, in the very iron of my blood? I will not. I might have done so in the match, but today I insist: No holding back. Just give it all out now onwards. I choose to believe. Sunday, March 22, 2009 | 5:19 PM Field Hockey Skills - The best bloopers are here ZEDONG Saturday, March 21, 2009 | 11:25 PM Congratulations first and foremost to our lovely newly-wed couple, Guohong and Martha! Damn. My hands are itching to grab my stick and start some ball hitting drills immediately. Withdrawal symptoms from a lack of training. DOG man seriously. But just the thought of running, is so satisfying.. in an endless space, upon lush greenery.. and far-wide pastures... enjoying the breeze as i dribble past several forwards with incredible ease... my.. such dexterity... jaw-dropping precision... i got past one... and yet another... now a particularly tall one... must be venga... HAHA Just kidding lah Im actually a very humble person. Meek and quiet, shy and timid... Prod me with your finger and I blush my plush... mention my good traits and my egg-o trembles like a half-boiled egg... say my name and i giggle like a cheeky tomato... only to realize... that you just mispronounced my name... SOB No seriously man this holidays has been a great stress-breaker. But one week's gone by so quickly its like the pages of a book violently flitted through by the master hands of Time. And BANG! School's around the corner. The green eyed monster returns. To be honest Ive grown sick and tired of school and I detest it to its very core. All we do there is read because its mandatory, eat out of boredom, waste our time in lecture theatres, laugh at the most unfunny jokes, make do with what's thrown at us. It sucks so badly that the students are starting to lose their minds and their sense of humour. Every morning (in Singapore we start school in the dark) we glide through the gateway like ghosts. Just thinking: how uninspiring, how lacking of stimulation, how heavy-hearted the entire mood is at school. And the things ajc-ians do are bordering of hopelessly lame at times. Though not all are, (eg Syafiq's birthday which was crazy as hell -but that's cos its the soccer hockey malay crowd doin it) the whole cake buying crap and fast cutesy clapping irks me to my very ass sweat. Such cultures must be terminated! Immediately! IMMEDIATELY! I know that the correct response to such situations should be that of Positive Thinking. But mind you, two years in a factory has drained my battery. (and you thought we made batteries) How, like that? Typical ajc-ian would probably say, "just piaa lor. bo pian mahs," followed by a string of cheebeng chinese words i'm too illiterate to understand. That's the aj society for you. I see a fine distinction between the soccer/hockey/malay/indian crowd and the majority chinese side. Its like two separate worlds in a single school and they don't mix to make the necessary cakes of success. Im being very - and admittedly, dangerously - general here so its not necessarily everyone. Like of course lah doesn't mean that the moment you step in this school you get a chop screaming CHEEBENGX in everyone's face. There are exceptions. In fact, give praise to those who are part of this important movement; a movement against the forces of aj's cultural chaos. Ok, i've ran out of things to say. Life's just better in hockey and sometimes in class when the air isn't so badly choked with crAp. For now I shall find my joy in the contents of a random chick flick on tv. Friday, March 20, 2009 | 3:20 PM It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen All dressed in white Going to the church that night. She had his box of letters in the passenger seat Sixpence in a shoe, something borrowed, something blue. And when the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down Trying to hide the tears Oh, she just couldn't believe it She heard the trumpets from the military band And the flowers fell out of her hands. Baby why'd you leave me Why'd you have to go? The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray "Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt" Then the congregation all stood up and sang The saddest song that she ever heard Then they handed her a folded up flag And she held on to all she had left of him Oh, and what could have been And then the guns rang one last shot And it felt like a bullet in her heart Baby why'd you leave me Why'd you have to go? I was counting on forever, now I'll never know I can't even breathe It's like I'm looking from a distance Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now This can't be happening to me This is just a dream Carrie Underwood - Just A Dream Likely on the Iraq War? The grief of a loss, as the curtains of media is lifted, is realer than we think it is. No matter how much glory is lavished on the dead, it will never pay off the pain. It will never refund an absence. The Iraq War definitely left a hard blow for many families in America. This is going into my emo playlist. Then I can listen, and contemplate, on the meaning of the words. Makes me appreciate life better. Wednesday, March 18, 2009 | 10:30 PM Checklist for the March Holidays 1. Chemistry Holiday Assignment 2. Physics Electromagnetic Induction Tutorial 3. Gathering of 46 GP Articles 4. Revision of Probability 5. Preserve my hockey grip Just came to realise that my hockey grip is slowly roughing it out and the fibres are beginning to show. THIS MUST NOT HAPPEN! To think that I actually sold my previous grip to Kevin when I could have needed it is just a sad sad thought... Gotta sort my priorities this holiday. I CAN'T let it go to waste. So much to do, so much to catch up, to even compromise my efforts and slacken duties, will be a very foolish thing to do. MAJULAH SICHENG!! saya boleh. apa khabar? khabar baik~ Tuesday, March 17, 2009 | 7:02 PM I miss the adrenaline of a match when the opponents are in your D and you're doing your best to save Jon's ass the best we can. I yearn for that rush-like high as you watch from our side the forwards moving in to score that precious hit. (or swit, for edmund's matter) Just thinking, how many matches we have played since last year. 2008 J1s vs J2s: 0-4 AJC vs CJC: 0-4 AJC vs Northland: 0-6 AJC vs IJC: 0-0 2009 AJC vs IJC: 0-0 J2s vs J3s: 0-0 AJC vs JJC: 2-0 Steady, babes. We're gettin there. (then comes vj and smite us like sausages) Monday, March 16, 2009 | 10:56 AM Throughout the camp there just wasn't enough time to sit down and think about how the whole experience felt like. But now it has ended, and im able to round my ass to the computer and return to my pensieve mood, i feel like i'm about to slip back.. What can i say man. Camp was great. There were many serious times, even more funny shit times, and great times, all the time. We exhausted, we laughed. We gave up nearly, we feasted; we told stories, we played. Won and lost, joyed and feared, laughing died and died laughing. There's a lot of stuff Im gonna omit from this post (mostly the funny parts) because nothing I say, no vocabulary nor literature, can ever justify the crappiness. So there shall I leave them, pure as memory waters. On Friday (that is Day one), we played a match against our seniors. That is the j3s, and j4s. This match held particular significance because our first ever match we played was also against them- last Nov. We would see how much we improved (or deproved, in negative perspective) from this match. We would see the miles this journey has taken us to. We would see.. the kind of strength we have. Yet it started out on a bad note. You can feel it man. It felt exactly like all the previous trainings- a menopausey gloom. Screwed up, losing vigour. It was damn painful to see the 4 banned people just tagging along and not given the chance to play. But with a sudden turn of events (and additionally, chunyang and kangwee's gold-foiled speeches) the spirits shot high and they were allowed to play. We were damn happy for them. I played my all out for the match. No compromises. No undermined efforts. I wanted to win this so badly, just like the rest. I cannot stand the scumbag look on Stanley's face and that smug smile of his, that is ever so self-congratulatory. To see him beaten hard to the ground, at the mercy of the rain's torment, eyes sore and ego bruised, was my greatest motivation. Alright, second greatest. I wanted to win this so badly for our team. (dont condemn my noble efforts priss!) That match was the darkest (partially because it was night), heaviest, most intense, most heartwrenching and head-dizzying match I have ever freaking played. But it was also the most zealous one on our team's part. Jeremy got injured pretty bad, but that scar will always be a reminder of what passion really means. And with that match, history distorted its figures from a 0-2 to a 0-0. It wasn't a romantic win, but it was definitely satisfying. To say the least, we were not to be beaten that night. And all rejoiced at Macdonalds that night. Day 2 Pitch training in the morning was good. But watching Ami and Junkai switch at the 16 yard hit was even better. My gosh that was damn freaking funny. In the 5v4 drills, Kevin was running around like some cockroach, freaking hard to smack with a broom. AND KNS MAN... kena penalty corner like some funfair la! haha damn screwed up man, the legs-hitting thing. Practiced jabs with Edmund on a pen tip and learnt what a swit is. (explains his imbal shots. sky high death kills!) Of course, loads of funny shit happened on the pitch, its just I can't remember it right now. In the afternoon we watched some match between Korea and Pakistan. Was just fascinated by their hits, sweeps, even pushes- which are just as fast as our hits could get. But the thing is, watching shows with hockey guys are never focused. If they are, its focused on the wrong thing. Always at some critical point of time, someone will suddenly kill it with damnnn anti climax lines. The camera was showing some indian fella with this irritated look on his face. hah then shaun said, "something smells here!" Quite funny. then everyone looked and saw, the guy started fidgeting his nose HAHAHAH! Charsiewbaos, Deys, and Oui's, suddenly the match like dam happening sia. The guys and the girls played games at the mph afterwards. Hell man, I will never forget the banner game. Our side was damn funny. Edmund should be shot for being himself. The last round was just epic. On our side, the people started gathering around edmund as he positioned his ass as though ready to fart at the opponent. When the curtains fell, everyone screamed as Edmund started wriggling his ass towards a terrified J1 girl on the opposite side who backed off immediately with this OH SHIT STUN LOOK HAHAHAHA And captain's ball was no exception slapstick. The craziest and yet crappiest captain's ball I have ever played. I cant really put the game into words, it just wouldn't justify how freaking funny it was, all I can say was that at the end of it everyone was on the floor laughing. PT after that, not much to talk about, but night was the real crappy part. Jeremy returned, lo and behold! His knee had not given way. Good ol' pizza at night to feed them all, and we watched some movie Chak De India in the video room. Tell you man, this camp seems to have fattened us rather than build our fitness up. tidbit galore man. Anyway Chak De India damn freaking funny sia. Not the movie but because everyone was making fun out of it. Somehow everyone identified the fat hockey girl as Kenneth. And the fat hockey girl in the movie was damn main character so you can imagine how many times she appeared doing some crap and us making hilarious shit out of it. hahahahaha just thinking about the whole experience watching it is just both warm and amusing.. (preeeettthhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!~~~~ HAHAHA classic) At night Brendon was sharing with us his ghost stories. The reality of such personal recounts, that shocking actuality of experiences, is bone-chilling to the max. Wah when he was talking about the toilet story, i couldn't help but just be painfully aware of all the silence around. When he finished his story, there was suddenly a shuttering sound of a gate and everyone all stunned and kancheong (especially jeremy man!!). haha what the hell freaking paranoid sia! Sunday match with JJC. It marks the dawn of a new era. Because for the first time ever in team AJC history, we actually won. ACTUALLY WON. Actually left not just with a clean sheet but also with a win. Though we didn't play as well as we could, i think it wasn't too bad. Basically i felt it was more of a game for the offense to train than the defense. JJC people are nice man. I saw one guy pick up the stick of one of my team mates (forgot who) and passed it to him after they collided. Nice people. Thus ends this great time of camping with the hockey team. Just thinking about how this team has held on together all this while amuses me, surprises me, warms me; sets me thinking. What I like about my team is that sometimes we're so ridiculously lousy its so funny. Like a clowny bunch of retards who are just there to distort the professionalism of A divisions. So there aren't any ego problems in here and we can merrily live this journey on, as seen from the past year. Man. We are so close to the finishing line of a year-long lap. Each training I come to, I don't want to think about life after A divisions. Because that will be immensely saddening. But with the nearing prospect, I sometimes wonder, why life must pain us with the undo-able Time. But I suppose its necessary. There will be no such thing called a journey... when there is no beginning, and no end.. But at the same time, the sweet memory of solider-like days, training together and talking rubbish together, all the shit and rain and ice and torment we went through, just makes existence that worthwhile. As I flip through the pages of the posts I wrote, I am warmly surprised by how much life I have surrendered to hockey. Then I rediscover the reason for subscription. As like any other time I reflect. Sometimes, I wonder why Kevin comes for training and still believes in the team. He has his Police team out there which is obviously more superior than the sick bunch load of us. And I realise. Perhaps.. Its not really about winning... Its really all about them. Thursday, March 12, 2009 | 11:35 PM Alright alright. I know how yesterday's post was totally unjustified (6 words a post what the feck) so today, i shall talk a lil about yesterday. But before i begin, i believe we should all return to our basics and implement the two finger spacing rule. So, (two fingers here) We were really playing okay for like 90% of the game. Like the ball was at least 70% in NJ's half, We got more attempts today than from all previous matches combined, and we got a net total of one short corner. Sounds pretty fine right? Well, not so. Ill fate struck when suddenly at the very, very VERY - i mean it, very - last second, the njc team somehow managed to penetrate into our D and score, leaving a devastated ami writhing around on the floor; and jon doing the worm. (two fingers here) To be honest, it didn't go completely out of sync with the apparent mood. Happens that yesterday turned out to be a bad day for many people. No wonder the mood soured faster than yoghurt. (two fingers here) I dunno man. Im personally very disappointed with myself. (dont worry ami: you're not the only snaggy snack) Though I think our team did a great job. Just that the last goal was somehow not something we expected. Aiya. The whole day was damn depressing because of the nj match lah. Not simply because of the conceded goal but a generous spread of various factors. (two fingers here) But the nicest part of the match was that the defense behind was awesomely slack. HAHA! seriously man at one point when we were pushing up, the defense behind was forming its standard diamond shape and even had the time to perfect the freaking shape HAHA. "Now you know how I feel all this while" - Brendon, 17, our belubbed forward/slacker (two fingers here) Our centre back was also cannoned to the frontline where he sought hard to fulfill the mystical prophecy in the physics lecture. Shouts echoed from the sideline as chunyang bursted forth to score. "REMEMBER THE DREAM!" they say, (actually it was jeremy only but his voice counts like rohan riders) "REMEMBER THE DREAM!" AND!!..... he didnt. The prophecy sizzles like fried eggs. So that settles the nj match. Whew finally got that off my shoulders at last. (two fingers here) MAN tomorrow's camp. Gonna be lookin forward to it. And, to top that off, a match with the J3s. While I am not gonna be a bozo and passionately scream"WE KILL EUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXX" like a cockster, I do however, see this fire -this burning, raging, surging, erupting fire - running from the depths of my emotic SOUL; like the volcano on yuckshinz's face ready to explode, (oh such boundless geography) it waits. Ami sums it up pretty much the best. "Looking for the highest point on Earth? Its right here!~" (two fingers here) Speaking of ami, brendon and him are freaking jokers at literature man. Would have joined them for some lit lessons if i ever had the opportunity to. Chill out to shum dingd0nGgx and laUp0s man kekex aiiy0z. sh0 tiired le. hughug peell0wx le. 0mg HUGHUGZ. SHO KEWTX. tell mie laug0nGx le.! hahas okae. ii teenk ii g0 sleep le baHs~ :P KEEKEE NITENITE LAUG0NGG I MUAX EUUUUUU!!! gib euu many <3<3<3<3~ 0MG SH0 KEWT. --- eh i bet some of you actually measured the two fingers man HAHA Wednesday, March 11, 2009 | 9:50 PM NJ MATCH is over (no comments) Tuesday, March 10, 2009 | 12:07 AM Wow you know when P.J was showing some of the photos from the Uth camp just last December, it really made me think back on everything that happened in those four fleeting, yet powerful days. Man its not the experience that i remembered the most but the promises that i made to myself, and seeing how i am today simply makes me feel so disappointed with my character, sometimes. I ask myself how many of these promises have i kept to with faithfully. And to be very extremely scrupulously honest, i think none.. Whats up man. Im such a fickle human, i cant decide for myself firmly, for either is neither harder to accede to. Suggestion for improvement? Double effort counts. Two days more to our friendly match. Why does this excite me so badly? Even more exciting would be the nearing hockey camp; i can hardly even imagine what craziness will become of it. Argh 12am posts are never inspiring. Saturday, March 07, 2009 | 10:46 PM "You better let somebody love you, before its too late..." The Eagles - Desperado What a beautiful song. Classics simply work the best for me. I staggered back home today, totally shagged. Morning's training was already such a killer. The sweltering heat of the sun (lol so primary school english) took my breath and water weight away, while the 5v4 drills were the most fatiguing of them all. I think our team improved by quite a margin though. YEAH! But hell no that doesn't mean its gonna stop here. And like what kangwee said, "c'mon, A div in one more month time, just do your best; winning or losing, that is another matter." I think the upcoming match with NJC deserves better publicity and hype than how we are treating it now. CMON PEEPOLZ ITS OUR FIRST FRIENDLY IN HOW MANY WEEKS MAN!!! So get yourselves pumped up for some more shit. The prospect of returning to school on monday is devastating enough. By right, i should be doing my wectors three tutorial. But by left i am wasting my life in this bandwidth-limited blog of mine containing all the teenage angst you can ever sum up. Aiya no inspiration to write anymore. Fatigue has finally given me up Thursday, March 05, 2009 | 10:30 PM NIHAOMAAAAAAAAAH!!? WO HENCH HAOOOOOOOOO ---- I love rain (not that Clear-endorsing rain) but when rain strikes your dandy trainings when expectations are running high, MAN THEY PISS YOU BAD. AND, WITH SUCKY LIGHTNING ALERTS THAT TAKE EONS TO START AND EONS TO END, you get like WUT, 2hours scrapped off from stickwork schedule. LIFE SHUX MY FREAKING DUCKSH. And the weather been nuthin but a patronizer~ with its gh3y rainbows and stupid clouds i can hardly appreciate one bit. OH WEATHER, YOU SCREWED UP MATTER. But i hate the lightning alert even more. Whoever operates that damn button should be made into a pussycat dog and eat shum "loosen up my buttons baby uh~" HAWH Match up next week! Its great news because we havent had a friendly for ages. The exhiliration is once again surmounting in the depths of my pitless stomach. (much like an abyss, only spongey) then, like winter turned to spring, like the everlasting floral falls, and the east of searching winds, there flutters out from these hellish fires: glittering butterflies Interestingly, Pradeep has the ability to remember singular words far better than his mother's name. (or for his own case, the string of vulgarities in his own name coughpenikaobeikaobucbknnLOLJK) That word IS its DEESH ground breaking DEESH But unlike pradeep, i've seen other indians use the word most appropriately than him. DUDE, DONT SPAM IT LIKE ITS YOUR MANA-RECHARGE OR SOMETHING.. Its done nearly EVERYWHERE! IN the canteen at the pavillion in the toilet in the lecture over the rainbow under yude above jeryl (sky high above) in the parade squak in the morning in the afternoon 7am to 5pm classroom audi hall pe track mph table chair mamma mia LOL WTFART LIKE SOME FREAKING PARASITE LA HAHAHA JK Wah btw im supposed to be studying for tomorrow's economics common test but after my intensive revision over the Y=AE graph I am now effectively drained of my intellectual tank. This is extraordinary as i usually have 50 trucks full for dispense (compared to jiakshin's measley 5 atoms) so here i am! to pour out my emox into this blog and write haex mails to every person on this earth. ROAR, A HUNGRY MAN IS AN ANGRY MAN... So eat fresh! Always look out for the healthier choice symbol when you shop (n save, haha). AND PAY UP. DONT SHOP LIFT. OR ELSE EUU DIEX AND MIE LAUG0NGX BIISH BIISH YIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUU saliva everywhere Monday, March 02, 2009 | 11:32 PM Ryan: eh eh, do the pop pop (?) sound! Pradeep (being a chicken): po po po po popopo poKEH! Ming Han(who just came by): poooopokeh POKEH! *everyone looks* Pradeep: *shakes head* fail Sicheng: Epic Fail Ryan: Fail, fail conversational chicken LMAOOO!! Today's hockey was madness. I dont know what started all the singing and chanting. Its just occured matter of factly. Some talk about the upcoming hockey camp (HOCKEY DOGS SIAH) and yeah the more we talk about it the more exciting it seems. HELL I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT!! Its gonna be a crazy ride. Imagine, that one the last day of the term, we're packing for a good retreat away from schoolwork. Still its really the companythat will make the whole camp awesome. Man, i love my team. Its grown so much. - Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written, "For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8. So encouraged on Sunday service. What a scripture! Saturday, February 28, 2009 | 9:23 PM It's criminal There ought to be a law Criminal There ought to be a whole lot more You get a nothin' for nothin' Tell me who can you trust We got what ya want And you got the lust If you want blood (YOU GOT IT) If you want blood (YOU GOT IT) BLOOD on the streets BLOOD on the rocks BLOOD in the gutter, every last drop, YOU WANT BLOOD You got it Yes you have AC/DC - If You Want Blood You Got It This is about the next best song in the last album by AC/DC when Bon Scott was around. You gotta feel the whole build up, its spectacular. Today's training, though a major personal discovery of my hitting flaws, was yet one of the most effective ones since quite a while. Don't know if the others share the same opinions but yeah. Like the whole 5v4 drill, that's what we need man! It made me run till I wanna drop and the forwards did a lot of switching and playing around the defense. The first time we did it was damn exhausting, but reality check boys and girls that's the intensity we're likely to face. The drill was a personal let down for me 'cos I severely underperformed and I was screwing up all the defense. Or maybe its just Jeremy LOL. That dude was sneaking around in the D and making me run like hell. As a forward, he is one hell of an annoying ass. As a friend, he's worse. HAHA just kidding. Preparing the Creme was NOT easy. Though I didnt get to try it out and Jean probably did. Didnt stay for Vibe throughout :/ Man but the Creme Brulee tasted GREAT when we were doing experiments in Jean's house. Something like a kitchen nirvana? I don't know what to say to justify the heavenly transcendence. Benjamin Button tomorrow. AT LAST MAN Friday, February 27, 2009 | 5:36 PM  This is Creamy the Dog. He lives in my family's porch, and has supercharge tendencies to run wild when the leash is off. Speaking of Creamy...  http://shoppingrl.deviantart.com/art/parisian-food-3-61001312 This is Creme Brulee. Its a French dessert and can melt hearts faster than you can even spell it. Jean and I (with help from Eleanor, Malcolm, Joseph, Yufang) tried to do our first batch early this night but it didnt get quite the effect. OH THE DISAPPOINTMENT... BUTT we must persevere. Never give our efforts up. We can make it (pun). Did I spell persevere wrongly lol. Tomorrow is going to be TZUPER TIRING. Morning training, afternoon chiong desserts (not eat leh, make) and night time do my sister's video thing. happy and happening? I BEG TO DIFFER.. my brains gonna burst like overcooked egg tarts very soon. Much like the bus tarts Shaun flings at others for not eating dinner with us. (i did my best not to exaggerate so, here goes..) (Step one: act cute) Shaun: JEREMWIEEEEEEEZZ!!! *farts* (Step two: seduce) Shaun: going to eat dinner with us riiiiiiight! HEEHEE HUGZ Jeremy: uuhhh no.. i today got- Shaun: BUS TART. HAHA BUS TARTS. Lovely desserts. Eat that with some traffic jam for maximum deliciousity, a feeling so ridiculously divine the word does not even exist Thursday, February 26, 2009 | 5:53 PM Oooohhh yeahhh sometimes the best music you can listen to when you're going crazy/angry/pumped up/etc. is Marvelous Metal. Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look At the corner of the room You sense that somethings watching you Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind And turned around and no one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure theres someone there Watching horror films the night before Debating wiches and folklore The unkown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark Rock in Rio is so awesome. There's just so much energy pumping through the guitar shreddings and all the shit those magic fingers do. Iron Maiden is truly one of the fathers of metal. Today was ok, had some hell of a time laughing at Shaun's torn pants (self-tear wtfart HAHA) during break with the others. It looked so much like an inverted cardigan that Ami couldn't help but put it on. We didn't notice at first, but my grawsh when we turned around to see, in horror, Ami furiously putting it on.. HAHAHA I don't have much to talk about now. So, here you are, an extract from the historic film Forrest Gump i will never forget. thanks to Incendiary's incessant replays.. now its stuck in my head.. Drill Sergeant GUMP! What's your sole purpose in this army? Forrest Gump To do whatever you tell me, drill sergeant! Drill Sergeant GOD. DAMNIT. GUMP. You're a god damn genius! This is the most outstanding answer I have ever heard. You must have a goddamn I.Q. of 160. You are goddamn gifted, Private Gump. Listen up, people... Forrest Gump [narrates] Now for some reason I fit in the army like one of them round pegs. It's not really hard. You just make your bed real neat and remember to stand up straight and always answer every question with "Yes, drill sergeant." Drill Sergeant ...Is that clear? Forrest Gump Yes, drill sergeant! Tuesday, February 24, 2009 | 11:28 PM It surprises me, and sometimes amuses me, that the people who remind me to behave what a christian should behave as are usually some of the hockey people even though they aren't christian themselves. I dunno, but it all the more makes the matter that much interesting? Frankly, I am a very open-minded person. (i can visualize rebellious thoughts to this statement racing through some minds haha but really what! i am a lubbable pwershunz kex~) Today, Cikgu-Rin was in her usual business of teaching Malay when somehow or rather the discussion veered towards the topic of Islam. Very soon, we began bombarding her with some of the mind-cracking questions that bemused us for years. One by one, she followed through and taught us more about Islam. ("alamak testing my religious knowledge ah?") About Meccah, Muhammad, prayer and fasting and etc. All in all, a very rich session. I stepped out of classroom knowing that I have benefitted immensely from the class. Wonderful! Stayed back for quite a while with Jeremy, Shaun, Zhijian, Kevin and pal to self train. Jeremy's sudden reminder of the prospect that our A Division was in a month's time shocked me to the very core of my chinese-yellow bones. My gosh, I told myself. Is it THAT near? And the very truth of it...? *Some Ami ass fireworks interjection here* YES IT IS!!! All the training sessions, craziness and holiday hell. All condensed to the final point of never return. Awrghhhh its gonna make me sad very soon :( As with any other journey, this one with my hockey friends is reaching the other side of this amazing book's cover. Man, you have no idea how much I am going to miss everything. One of the few reasons why I don't regret staying at this factory school. Yeah, come to think of it, recreational sports in a factory is quite odd... Yesterday as Jean, Eugene and I were tracking back from our failed attempt to purchase a Creme Buree (spelling?), we met this Japanese couple who were struggling with a basket. After being nudged by Eugene a million times, I finally went forward to ask them if they needed help with it. And the lady said the most candy-coating words with the most glistening smile I have ever heard and seen in my life. "Oh Singaporeans... always so kind to us." :P Monday, February 23, 2009 | 10:56 PM Crappy day man. Its fun talking rubbish with the rest at the pavillion table and hurling insults at each other's faces. But even more so was it when we were in some Relationship 101 course thingy in Room 423. Hahaha, I remembered Serene's top choice in relationship or something was "passion", and accidentally blurted out "passion for hairy arms" HMMMMM innuendos aplenty... and Jeryl's love language is "acts of service": she feels loved when people ask to run errands for her. NO WONDER SO GOOD FWEN WITH AMINAH LA! HAHA Jasmine should retaliate and knock out Jeryl with her detachable lego hair man. *pluck* You may think that my life is hip and happening but it's not. Just save this part in Hockey which was darn right hilarious. After my group finished its 400m sprint, we helped to time Venga's group who's next to run. As they ran past the finishing line, we discussed (venga and kevin were the first 2), "Indian champion, indian runner up..." "And uh... eh c'mon chunyang! Chinese champion" Along came Ami. "C'mon Ami!! Malay champion!" Eventually we concluded the run that all are champions in their own right. Suddenly I was struck by the milo advertisement where swimmers pretended they were dolphins. Suddenly we were all acting it out. YOU JUST IMAGINE THE AD LOL FREAKING RETARDED The open sea... and swimmers in their butterfly stroke... speaking with a way-too-dreamy tone.. and... a totally unnecessary string orchestra... "we are champions...~" *spwishhh* "we are dolphins...~" *spwishhh* After laughing awhile, Edmund: "hahaha i was half expecting them to say "we are retards" HAHAHAHAHAHA Sunday, February 22, 2009 | 1:23 PM Just the very thought of A Levels in 8, 9 months time reeks the stench of academic fatalism. I can scarcely imagine how 23, 22/50 mark gp essays can jump to the 30s section. Nor can I imagine how economics can see its much-needed improvement. How about physics, that once-vulnerable subject I can now barely keep up with? School's been such a burden. Its pressing on my daily strength everyday. Not just on mine, but on my peers as well. I can see it in their eyes. (take Andrea's global eyebags for example.) I can see it in their diet. (Jason's 6kg drop bears relevant testimony.) For some, their receding hairline. (As if Pradeep's wasn't bad enough already.) For many, the incessant complaints they couldn't care less to hide. And, for the hockey team, a significant dip in energy and hype. Unfortunately, to all you skeptics, I don't blame my class or my team for being so eyebaggish these days. (which is to say, a very enjoyable trade off for the indulgent scumbaggish behaviour) haha nah im just kidding. It really isn't anyone's fault but school. School saps all motivation in you, leaving nothing but a diseased soul, aimless and dead. That is why when junior colleges promote themselves to be a deductively fun instituition, I have my quiet doubts. It is like praising a cat for behaving like a dog. But no matter how much it resembles a dog, how loyal and selfless it be, it will never be a dog. Junior College will always be that cat. Blame its system and its flooding syllabus. It will always keep to these instincts. No wonder the wisemen had their old saying...  "kids, love life before it turns into a bitch"(fleming wannabes) I can't wait for this month's Vibe. It's been quite a while since I've went through an entire day of Vibe (the last being the one when Brian and Dione came), so going to this one should be a refreshing experience. Its cold and dark outside. Sunny Singapore no more. A perfect time, though, to read a good book. EDIT: DO REMEMBER TO TRY OUT THE AWESOME TWISTER GAME FOR HEALTHWEEK IN AJC! SLIM DOWN WITH TWISTER, LEARN NEW FUN FACTS. You can only become smarter. Brought to you by the AJC Hockey Team 2008 Thursday, February 19, 2009 | 8:11 PM Ok, before I go into details, GREAT JOB PRADEEP, YUDE, ANDREA AND JERYL!!! We totally owned some loser today. HAHA JUST KIDDING It was damn funny this morning when all of us (and others) gathered at the table beside the blue obscenity and discussed how jiakshinz should die most tragically. With the combined brilliance of many brilliant people, we executed in the evening. Even before Leon had decorated the cake with cream, there were already people plucking bits and pieces of the "birthday cake" to eat. WTH MAN HAHA. seriously cheapskate birthday bash prease. So the whole process is actually very systematic. 1. Trick her that her puny slice of cake (that ugly, cheap and gross piece of cake) is her birthday cake. (We had a bigger one coming up behind) 2. Distract her with songs and seeming popularity. 3. And show her the meaning of minghan and cake! So it landed, and everyone ran away screaming. (though not as exaggeratedly as Monica's frantic clucking) Pradeep escaped but I got him anyway :P Yude must die too he was part of it! I shall leave out the descriptions of the mess. Overall, it was quite nuts. Though I still think there were worse ones like those in church which seriously beat the crap out of its victims. Nevertheless, Andrea captured everything in video. So let it be! haha. ANYWEHZ, hope you had an awesome time with a cake on your head! Seriously man. You can see it in her greedy face. You know Jiakshin always wanted a pwinchess tiera. But today she got a $1.50 pandan cake instead. HAHA! JK. man i love sabotages Shopping at amk hub was hilarious. I will never forget the moment when I looked up to behold the horror of identity similarities. It was simply mind boggling. Tomorrow will be a series of lectures. Im ready to go full force and mug for tomorrow. I cant lag behind lectures anyMROARZ EDIT: Two nights ago, Kevin venga and I were on msn finding questions for Healthweek programme. What's this all about? Its for people in ajc to find the answers out for. And! They play TWISTER while answering the questions. Cool eh? So a question is asked and the first people to answer it gets to avoid being twisted around, while the rest must continue to do so. Tried and tested, its damn good fun. As with any programme, the questions are expected to be really serious and boringly conventional; Kevin however, kind of jeopardized things alil'. haha funny guy. I compiled the list and here are some of the most ridiculous ones. 1. What remains hot in the refrigerator? (Chilli!) Kevin did this 2. I am a yellow fruit which can do splits. What am I? (Banana) Kevin did this 3. Which fruit can be used to repel cockroaches? (Orange. Arm yourselves with oranges next time, boys and girls! Oh and Kevin did this) What is the species of Bananas? (Musa acuminata Colla, M. X paradisiaca L. (hybrid)) This is freaking ridiculous. The dude that actually answers this in Twister should go kill himself 4. What did the tomato have to undergo before it was passed off as a tomato? (It took a ruling by the Supreme Court in 1893) WTFART LOL Yup just wanted to document this! Wednesday, February 18, 2009 | 10:49 PM Venga!!!!! Go and die man. It is not 2cm ok! And neither is rounded up!! If you guys are greatly bepuzzled about what the hell Im talking about, Venga just killed me in msn yesternight and made my night a sleepless night of insecurities. The horror. haha no lah just kidding. Actually, my beauty sleep has been transcendent recently (signs of nothing better to write are showing) thanks to the wonderful air-con and fan, and school and hockey which knocks me out flat each time i reach home. Today! I came back at 10. Credits to the dinner at our usual eatery and alot of shit conversations that made my stayaway from home that much longer. I am dead beat now. Sometimes in hockey I also feel like I lost the hyper-ness in the holidays. But not my fault lah. School's such a soul-sucker especially for hot people like muizxzx<3 Something happens in class all the time. Well, not all the time. I wont profess 2408 to be mega hyper or sort. But its quite interesting sometimes. AGAIN, i promise i will return here when i have harder energy goin on in ma fingers and a better functioning brain. Otherwise, i'll sleep on the keyboard. Tuesday, February 17, 2009 | 7:49 PM Thanks guys for sending those prayer encouragements :) In this hard and gruelling week, such messages come by as precious notes of strength. Several things this week that I would have liked to record, but maybe some other time. I've got a slow and draggy week to accomplish. Monday, February 16, 2009 | 10:51 PM  We played some EZ-link cards in Reading Room today.So reminescent of the good old early JAE days. How I remember that day when Minghan, Yude, Sophial, Sweelian, Minthu, TengHui, Jermyn, Liying and Sophial and I gathered round the table at R Square (that was our code name for Reading Room) and played our hearts out with asshole taidee and murderer games. Man I miss us as a gang together. It would have been wonderful to remain in 08/08. Wondering why I am spurred to write about 0808 suddenly? Thanks to Liying lah, even after one year she still insists on giving us a valentines day card each with a photo of 08/08 on it. My gosh, it is such an old picture. But damn, do I have fond memories of it. What a class it would have been! With the PAE people (Yongjie, Evelyn, Heok, Bryan Ignatius, Chengxi, Wanting, Angelina, Yan Ling, Vishnu) hanging out together, I think it would have been pretty cool. It was like one family. And because everyone was such a complement to each other's personalities, and no one was outstanding, it was really cohesive and awesome. Damn I miss them! This coming thursday, I am finally going to watch a movie. I havent done that since Eagle Eye, which was last year. HA! pushin up my buttons babe, uh huh  On Friday, we tried (and failed utterly) to pose like a rock band. Actually, I think its not bad. Looks tough and mean. >:P HA! Ain't it thrashy! HAHA, HAHA, HA.... I love how I look. I mean, the whole image.. My hair. My clothes. My moves... I like Black. Black is confident. Black looks good. Looking good... Means no dandruff. Use Clear Saturday, February 14, 2009 | 7:34 PM i hate the surging emo. im not emo for freaking nuts. its just not me. im probably closest to my real self hanging out with the same old people to whom i can share anything i have with. but to whoever i have seemingly ignored or shown a black face, my full apologies. in case you're wondering why emo is the new kid in the town, it is mainly due to a culmination of several factors, of which these are the more significant ones. 1. This week has been so bloody tiring 2. Schoolwork's a struggle but the blame mostly falls on the input of effort. 3. Yesterday evening at school was bad, bad, bad 4. I vented my anger on my sibs really badly, and regret it totally 5. Ive been a bad christian and not liven up to the promises i made in camp. Really. If I had the emo problem for reasons beyond proper sanity standards, then conclude me unhestitatingly a bizzare and lowly imbecile. Im gonna give it one more shot again. I've always had this problem of being a bad example of christ at school but i wanna try and make up for it again. For what shall my christian walk be purposed for when i walk my life in circles? Mat 5:13 Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. I thank God for his amazing help in NAPFA. I am seriously not capable of the 2.4km timing i clocked in by myself. Not that it's damn fast or what, but it definitely surpassed my expectations.. Seriously. I know my body couldn't have done it. THAT'S IT. SICHENG CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. SICHENG IS BREAKING OUT! Friday, February 13, 2009 | 11:12 PM :( overall for Evening.  But morning was freaking hilarious!The best I can remember from this week are these: 1. The orange game we played with 24/09 2. Orientation week for J1s looks incredible 3. Hockey Dance~ Sorry but im too tired now haha Tuesday, February 10, 2009 | 10:54 PM I gotta go Jaben someday soon. 'Cos my sister's officially taken my jvc marshmallows and now! i am horribly earphoneless. While i do not proclaim myself to be a master-grade audiophile, who marks out excellent sound quality as precisely as a surgeon and his knife, i do believe i have some sense of distinguishing what sounds good and what not. So! I might go down after PE on thursday or something. After Sunday's failed attempt to find Jaben, (and catching Hancong totally unexpected on the phone) I have returned with renewed visage to seek the glorious inventory. YOU SHALL BE MINE, BUDZ! Its 11.06pm now. Halfway around the world, people are already in the business of life- all their activities, fun, hopes and fears, are currently in process. While here we are, this nation of sleep, cloacked in twilight, ready to hit the bed for a good night's rest. Does our world ever sleep together? There is always someone, at any time, who chose to continue his walk down life's path- refreshed, rejuvenated, ready. There is always somebody cringing under the sun's glorious light, settled in deep thought. Somebody somewhere, in the garden on bench in the war in the silence watching the sunrise soaking the drifts of ocean wave. Always somebody who wants a cheer. Somebody who's searching. Somebody who's despairing. Someone alone. Somebody on the computer writing useless stuff on a useless blog. Somebody like me. i have just ruined your impression of my supposed sophisticated side. Saturday, February 07, 2009 | 8:00 PM The Curious Case of Benjamin Button I have to watch this! Its trailers are already intriguing, so how much more will the movie be. Yesterday, I arrived at church slightly earlier than usual. As I was walking up the stairs, I met Alvin outside the sanctuary and boy you should see that broad grin spread across his face. HAHA immediately we launched into the details about what was gonna be done that night for Daniel's birthday. Don't get me wrong, we weren't the only ones involved!! When the hour drew nigh, Daniel, being so sure that we will do something to him, loudly declared: "Faster do what you all want to do! Or else I change clothes." He turned towards me and demanded, "tell me what you all gonna do!" So I feigned like im some stupid ass who has no clue about meaning and life and he irritably dismissed me off as a useless source of information. LMAO SO PROUD LA think that we are going to celebrate his birthday for sure. LOL WELL DANIEL your wishes were granted on friday night. Lester took him by the legs and brought him downstairs to the porch. For the most part, Daniel was pretty cooperative. Very accordingly, he lied down on the ground and closed his eyes. Then, we got the buckets Bernice and Alvin prepared and slushed the scum all over the scumbag. As Daniel was picking himself up from the liquid effect, James dunked another bucket of soapy water on him. So there you go, our so-called "wonderfully planned" sabotage of Daniel which was as anticipatory as it was overly-programmed. Well, Daniel was suppose to wear the ultra-gayshit neon lime shorts Alvin brought but Daniel brought clothes. In vain attempt, I stole Daniel's clothes (lmao we all were like hi-5ing like crazy) BUT, DANIEL BROUGHT MO' HAHAHA. Super smart guy. James, sensing that the sabotage did not reach its climax, planned the second wave. As I was distracting Daniel from the looming bucket of crap behind him, I saw in horror as the bucket tumbled over his head and drenched his newly changed clothes from head to toe. LOL. WE ALL RAN SCREAMING LIKE SOME DOG and I was so sure Daniel was going to kill me in the fellowship hall. In the end, everyone like Lester, Damien, James, and others got wet. Water parade indeed! HAHA. SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO (in 3 hours time)! This is for last year's :P Today's training at OPA was great. Except our scorings sux0rz to da MAX. But Brendon's sweeps are surprisingly very good! We also had like some short corner drill at the end. It feels dam cool when, after Victor launches the ball from the side, all the people in the goal run out and Jon deploys himself out like some space marine. COOL SHIZ PLX! Ok i am officially shagged now. HOMEWORKZ TONIGHT! Thursday, February 05, 2009 | 9:10 PM Ok, short one here. After PE, there were like a whole bunch of hockers playing at the gurlz' D so like yeah? we go chillax like sum girlz night out yo slumber party paint our nails yo? rules of feminism yo? WELL WELL WELL here's the list of violent offenders who did not obey the Law of Masculinity. Ami Firdaus (surprise, surprise! HAHAHA) Shaun Chang. Shaun was hungry for some mo' Eric Tsui Sicheng Lim. DAMN i fell prey to the pink glitter. hear these wise words, fellow soldiers... all that glitters is not gold~ Jeremy Wimala Kevin Michael Ajay Govinda Victor Leong, who joined us for a short while in glamour lessons And of course other hockey girls to facilitate the illegal slumber party and orientate the guys. OOOOOOOOKAYYYY! You got it. I was totally kidding about the slumber party shit. But i wasn't kidding about Ami's slumber-party tendencies. HAHA jk. See, I can't just give you information in a paragraph of words, you'll scream and tear your hair off at the atrocious monotony, and viewership ratings will dip. SO! Sad to say, such methods are especially essential when the market for brogs are steadily gaining popularity, and new competitors are coming up alongside (xiaxue, xiayu, myblokenmirror etc.) to bring lostsiolzxcapin down. HENCE cheap measures such as the above, though regretful, are moronically necessary. Well, there you go, the list of people who were playing hockey after PE. Kevin was being a snob and showing off his dribbling tatics so i could not tahan anymore and played 1v1 with him. That guy seriously dam proud about oleh-ing me 192034 times even though i pwned his ass in defense HA (give yourself a clap if you noted the glaring bias here). Shaun's hits are gay imbal shit like his imperial guards which are gay imbal shit. After a while, there were some frenzy over the blue ball (no, it wasn't plucked off from the AJ statue) and people starting diving to get it. The thrill of just dribbling out of jabbing sticks and harm's way is as exhilirating as it is nerve-wrecking because losing the ball is equivalent to utter condemnation under the name of Wussy Wuss Wuss. There were like 6 people desperately trying to get the ball? hahah dam fun man SIOLZ I don't have anymore to blog about. I told you already right, come here = lifeless lame piece of shat! I am suddenly reminded of person A (as dramatically told by jiakshin) who, cheering like some dog, went to the girl's booth and signed up as Suzie. This swept great puzzlement amongst the girls as everyone asked, "who the hell is suzie?" And lo and behold! It was Edmund. HAHA WTHECK Edmund is retarded shit sia. K GET LROST N' DO SHUM HOMEWORK! And listen to Bob Seger's songs if you have the time he makes gooooood music. Thumbs up Wednesday, February 04, 2009 | 10:55 PM I came, I saw, I loled. THAT'S ALL FOLKS!~ ... .... To those who are faithful enough to wait for me, (that is, you have read to this point) I hereby conclude thee a lifeless piece of shat. WHAT'CHOO DOIN' HERE ANYWAY! There's so much more to life than just spending your time reading things that will barely educate you any higher by a notch. So live it, love it! Tour Hong Kong~ "When life gives you lehmans, make lemonade." - Shaun, 1st Feb, Sunny Afternoon, taken from my handphone's punishably purple screen. I finally got a taste of what audiophilia, or - as Shaun heartily advocates - eargasm is truly like. It is pure divinity in the audio sense. Shaun's super fi 3's are great by themselves. They don't go well with amp on Creative. On Zhao's cans they are audio bliss. An amp however, is necessary, for without them they will sound ridiculously bassless. Noticeable hisses but close to negligible. I love myself. <3 OH DEAR pardon me for that sudden slip of narcissism in my dialogue, i really didnt mean to show off such... personal ego... but fact of the matter is... i'm so ridiculously hot... LOL OK IM TALKING RUBBISH SO IGNORE THAT We had training today. It was raining. Before training, we had a CCA Carnival. It was very noisy. There were many people. It was very crowded. Ami's ass is fat. We were suppose to advertise Hockey. It was not easy. We ran in and across the Auditorium. All the J1s were looking at us. It was embarrassing. NOT IF WE'RE HAVING TRAININGS AFTER THAT. AAAAAHHH ok la maybe from the cca carnival i'll elaborate abit more on the drain part. Venga that stupid newpz couldnt hit properly and fired the ball into the canal outside school. So he lied to ami and i (seriously dam real) and pulled us along to get the ball with him. When we got into the canal, kenneth started telling us about people drowning in canals. All of us dam panic. Furthermore it was raining. Then Kenneth said, "eh serkali we drown sia then how?? look the water level rising!!!!" LMAO, THEN EVERYONE BEGAN RUNNING LIKE SOME DOG FOR THE STAIRCASE HAHAHA. Quite a gloomy training this time. I suppose its the heavy-laden skies and grey weather that made training slightly dull this time. The only person who appeared to be flooding with elation was Ami who ahem ahem couldn't help but notify everyone about his 7 deflections today. SIGH ami's ego is as huge as his ass. LOL JUST KIDDING =D After which we went for dinner. Its seem like quite a while since we went to makan i think. I dunno why maybe its because i get so used to eating dinner with the guys all the time? hahaha Venga is full of shit man still trying to act sensitive and caring when inside he just wants to increase his bandwidth to suan me more EUU NO GOODSCH BLACKEEZ. Cos the whole day we've been arguing about how ugly i was and how black he was even till dinner. Freaking retarded LOL. But i dunno. I think the more higher level the suannings go, the stronger friendships are forged? This is immensely true in my sec 2 and sec 4 days when everyday in class was just warzone of insults hurled at one another and life became pretty much nirvana of heavenly knowledge. HOLE JIAK SHIN STOP FORCING ME TO CALL YOU MY OLDER SISTER! YOU ARE SMALLER, CHILDISH AND FOS! What spaghetti saw was a situation of pity for the intellectually less capable. HAHA! JUST KIDDINGZX Im thankful for the many friends i have. euu dunch luffx okaes, ii relli mean it okaes!! *SNIFFSH* Nah really, i really mean it man haha. All the bullshit we can share, all the fun we had, all the cheers and tough trials we face. Makes me believe that life actually has purposes here on earth. Thank You GOD for making life so wonderful even when i don't deserve one part of it! Monday, February 02, 2009 | 10:15 PM And when the earth fades Falls from my eyes And You stand before me I know... You love me, I know You love me. Hillsong - At The Cross Just so grateful for the songs we can sing and the music we can dance to for all the things and emotions of this world. Anyway, as i mentioned earlier, i wanted to comment more on the IJC v. AJC game. So you'll probably ask, "how was it?" It was everything incredible. It was really the most intensive, hardworn game i have ever played as a defender in Team Aj. From an individual perspective, I could really sense this gripping urge to protect the sacred goal the best i could. So skipping the highlight of the match, (that is, my superb reverse sweep which venga will never have the skills to execute INYOURFACEHA! *does the worm*) one of my personal highlights was not any skillful dribbling or whichever but this one moment when Zaky was inside our D and was attempting to hit in. Chunyang spurred forward to block but Zaky got past him. Sensing the urgency, i ran back with all strength i had, and placed my stick right before the ball before he shot. And WHAM! Zaky hit my stick instead and i retrieved the ball. SUPERB SAVE IMPULSE! YOU GO QUEEN IMPULSE, YOU GO.... LAWLZ but seriously, personal performance? this pales RIGHT IN COMPARISON with TEAM PERFORMANCE. The defense was just unbelievable that day. IJ team had like a gazillion shots at us but we held them all up. We got the balls out faster than we ever did before. There was more flow in the passes and you could sense the growing chemistry between the mids. You could hear the awesome "WHAT ARE YOU?" cheer before our second half, a strong reminder to ij that when we play, we mean serious business. You could see people making effort to chase the ball and do suicide runs along the sidelines for the sole sake of guarding the honoury goal. You could see Jon and his spectacular saves, and how exaltation washed over him after the match when we cheered zealously for him. Although we didn't win, we never played against the IJ. We were always playing against ourselves. Thanks ij for the great game! enjoyed it :) This is a breakthrough for us. I dunno, but seeing how this team has progressed from strength to strength, and how the locks are slowly beginning to click open, makes me wonder how far we can go till the A Div's. Makes me amazed that we started with so little and have earned so much since then. Makes me believe. I was really encouraged when Kevin said this. "You know when the ball is in the D and they are attacking, i never really was scared you know. 'cos i know the defence will hold them off." For all the quirks of Kevin you could say this is the strangest of him to quote. This is very unkevinish but OH WELL! Its heartening to know that everyone depends on everyone, and don't expect this to change! I cannot wait to see the team grow. It has already grown so much. Not just on the pitch, but together in daily life. Its been really incredible and i won't substitute anything in school for this! Its a journey. With crazy people i never imagined i will come to know eventually. Just thank God no one's a jock who benchpresses 100+ bottles everyday and carries weights in his bag to school. CCA exhibition on Wednesday. The J1's are finally here. I feel old just by being near to them. Is it possible that i have grown one year older so soon? The first day of school in ajc felt like yesterday's untold. Wonder what's going through the j1s' minds. ("WHAT'S THAT BLUE CRAP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?") Saturday, January 31, 2009 | 6:12 PM WE DREW!!! So proud of you guys. Looking how far we've come, puts me in silent wonder how hopes, though small, can grow into a beautiful thing. i have much more to write so stay tuned! meanwhile, continue to surf through the links on the right for entertainment substitutes. >>> chef's recommendation? my bloken mirror dot brogspot dot com. it features widespread broadcast of all the relevant issues of today. immensely entertaining. DON'T GO STOMP YOU- just go here. its under the label Ass Abyss. i think? OOPS sorry its ami firdaus :P HAHAH kidding niAz~ Thursday, January 29, 2009 | 7:58 PM After the recent series of compulsive jar opening and non-stop eating, i have come to conclude that yours truly is starting to feel the effects of over-eating once more. SNIFFX. Oh, the cyclic effect of expand and contract.. To make matters worse, the hockers will be having their NAPFA test next week. On the brighter side of life, where pastures are evergreen and rainbows sail through the skies to reach their pots of gold, we have our beloved match with IJC this saturday for the final showdown of the century. Exciting!! I enjoy playing with IJ people because they're very good-natured and no hard feelings are harbored in and after match. Personally, i think that this match is gonna be very intensive (i urge you to consider the effects of CNY) and winning this will be a huge morale booster for us. But, if we lose, let us keep in mind that the only change in this match is venga's presence... (HAHAHA just kidding la raVEN) SO. ANYWAYS! School's been the same old this week. This is because of 1. the avalanche of homework we face every single day.... and 2. the existence of pradeep (who is yet to be removed, urgh indians... LOL JK). Then Yude escaped today from the horrors of school, leaving us with half a day's worth of jokes. Thus explaining why school's been the same old this week. (Peeel) But some sparkle of magic lifted the gloom slightly today. becauseibumpedintoahotgirltodaykeke NOT. becauseipwnedyourassinmathstesttoday NOT. HOHO are you curious now? Is that inner nosey scumbag rising in your head? Are the gossip warriors trudging through my mind? MUAHA! What is it, sicheng, what is it! TELL ME SICHENG! WHAT IS IT!?! WHAT IS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *ami's ass explodes* Its Lou Hei with the hockey people. HOORAY. So much for satisfying your inquisitive scumbaggish minds. Go snort juice or something more worth your time. But it was interesting. Its always fun to be around with hockey people and laugh my mind away. As Incendiary aptly puts it (i scrolled through the MSN only to find this extremely prominent verse), There's no other team like TEAM AJC HOCKEY 2008. This is as true as Jiaxin's ugliness. (which is very very very true!! HAHAHA JK) No, really. i cannot comprehend what my aj experience will be like without this. Probably dull and despicable? Suicidal? I know both the guys and girls team have their own experiences of madness and side-wrenching laughter. So this will be well-preserved in the memory book for as long as the pages last. And they shall not turn yellow from forgetfulness. They shall not.. STOP TEENKING I AM EMOX. I AM NORT EMOX! sniffsh* Oh the paranoia of our society. I'll post up the pictures we took at the canteen some time soon. Till then! go live your life in which way best suits you. There were several insights I gained through this overseas trip- some deeper than others. Cats On our way to Muar we stopped by at some Malay stall for Ramly Burgers and a roasted spring chicken. Quite a dinner eh? Four fatty humans happily indulging in a feast fit for a (lesser) king. Then several cats began approaching our table and they mewed hungrily to us. My dad tossed some chicken to the first one and immediately, more cats came. It became quite a problem because we only had enough for four |