hockstylin

goodbye

2008-12-14T21:47:00.001+08:00

wakemeupwhenNovemberends

2008-11-14T01:18:00.001+08:00

next month will be a good one.

not that this one ain’t. On the contrary things are already looking up. but the time they are a-changing and the grass is always greener on the other side so here’s to a speedy end for the month so we can plunge head-first and really put the fest into the festive period.

ok that was an atrocious expression, so shoot me.

Can’t Touch This

2008-11-05T21:52:00.001+08:00

the end is near. soon to be unleashed upon the civilian world again, I’m sure that I speak for most of us when I say that its not gonna be easy. Readjusting to freedom sounds like a fairly simple affair but actually it isn’t.

Having had little responsibility and duties during our NS stint means makes it that much harder for us to readjust. Suddenly out of a job and having too much time can be quite surreal. Like the split second after you jam your toe against the bed, there’s a moment of numbness when you wonder what’s going on before the pain hits and you go oh $%#@.

Its quite likely that the hole in our wallets will hit home sooner rather than later, ensuring that some balance is restored to our excess free time i.e we will have to seek employment soon.

i’m actually anticipating december much more than the big O. with it comes the end of the year, and wayyy more joy and fun than anytime else in the year. as usual, i’ve got a few unfinished projects sitting on my table yet I go ahead and look for more, what’s new.

its been good, and i’m quite sure it gets better. never felt this good in ages. maybe i’m living vicariously through you, but our goals are one and the same. too bad there’s no way to bend space/time if not life would take many steps in a happier direction.

looking alike

2008-10-19T17:23:00.002+08:00

its always darkest before the end of the storm

2008-10-17T23:01:00.001+08:00

hell week is soon to be over, once next week comes who knows the extent of freedom and joy that will come. perhaps I exaggerate a little, perhaps not. just know that good things are worth waiting for

who knew a library could be so interesting. normally you can’t wait to get outta the place when on a school-sanctioned field trip, but its pretty funky when you’re there with purpose.

so help me now, help me to help you. great times await

A good deed

2008-10-06T21:53:00.002+08:00

the extract below taken from

http://leishacamden.blogspot.com

Not that it matters ...

Or does it?
This is a story from the Norwegian newspaper VG, the biggest newspaper in the country, from today's edition. Not that these things matter in today's dog-eat-dog world, but I found it quite touching, and I want to share.
Clarification for the literally minded: I do think these things matter, but I'm sure many will say that they don't. Anecdotal evidence, just a sappy human interest story, bla bla. Whatever. I think that this is a story that some may be interested in hearing. If you're not interested, cork it. I've translated the story into English and am posting it here. The original, in Norwegian, is here.
I'll be cross-posting this to the BookCrossing forum, since I'm sure there are some members there who will appreciate reading it.
I'm sorry about the annoyingly sappy language - this is a speculative tabloid so that's just how all their articles are.

Mary lacked money to fly home to Norway – he saved her love
ÅSGÅRDSTRAND (VG): Mary was a newlywed and ready to move to Norway, but was stopped at the airport because she didn’t have enough money for the trip. Then a stranger turned up and paid for her.

Mary Menth Andersen was 31 years old at the time and had just married Norwegian Dag Andersen. She was looking forward to starting a new life in Åsgårdstrand in Vestfold with him. But first she had to get all of her belongings across to Norway. The date was November 2nd, 1988.
At the airport in Miami things were hectic as usual, with long lines at the check-in counters. When it was finally Mary’s turn and she had placed her luggage on the baggage line, she got the message that would crush her bubbling feeling of happiness.
-You’ll have to pay a 103 dollar surcharge if you want to bring both those suitcases to Norway, the man behind the counter said.
Mary had no money. Her new husband had travelled ahead of her to Norway, and she had no one else to call.
-I was completely desperate and tried to think which of my things I could manage without. But I had already made such a careful selection of my most prized possessions, says Mary.
Although she explained the situation to the man behind the counter, he showed no signs of mercy.
-I started to cry, tears were pouring down my face and I had no idea what to do. Then I heard a gentle and friendly voice behind me saying, That’s OK, I’ll pay for her.
Mary turned around to see a tall man whom she had never seen before.
-He had a gentle and kind voice that was still firm and decisive. The first thing I thought was, Who is this man?
Although this happened 20 years ago, Mary still remembers the authority that radiated from the man.
-He was nicely dressed, fashionably dressed with brown leather shoes, a cotton shirt open at the throat and khaki pants, says Mary.
She was thrilled to be able to bring both her suitcases to Norway and assured the stranger that he would get his money back. The man wrote his name and address on a piece of paper that he gave to Mary. She thanked him repeatedly. When she finally walked off towards the security checkpoint, he waved goodbye to her.
The piece of paper said ‘Barack Obama’ and his address in Kansas, which is the state where his mother comes from. Mary carried the slip of paper around in her wallet for years, before it was thrown out.
-He was my knight in shining armor, says Mary, smiling.
She paid the 103 dollars back to Obama the day after she arrived in Norway. At that time he had just finished his job as a poorly paid community worker* in Chicago, and had started his law studies at prestigious Harvard university.
In the spring of 2006 Mary’s parents had heard that Obama was considering a run for president, but that he had still not decided. They chose to write a letter in which they told him that he would receive their votes. At the same time, they thanked Obama for helping their daughter 18 years earlier.
In a letter to Mary’s parents dated May 4th, 2006 and stamped ‘United States Senate, Washington DC’, Barack Obama writes**:
‘I want to thank you for the lovely things you wrote about me and for reminding me of what happened at Miami airport. I’m happy I could help back then, and I’m delighted to hear that your daughter is happy in Norway. Please send her my best wishes. Sincerely, Barack Obama, United States senator’.
The parents sent the letter on to Mary.
This week VG met her and her husband in the café that she runs with her friend Lisbeth Tollefsrud in Åsgårdstrand.
-It’s amazing to think that the man who helped me 20 years ago may now become the next US president, says Mary delightedly.
She has already voted for Obama. She recently donated 100 dollars to his campaign.
She often tells the story from Miami airport, both when race issues are raised and when the conversation turns to the presidential elections.
-I sincerely hope the Americans will see reason and understand that Obama means change, says Mary.
*Not at all sure about this part of the translation. The Norwegian word used is 'miljøarbeider', I don't know what the exact English word for that is or even if there is one, and I don't know enough about Obama to say what job of his they're talking about.
**This is my translation of the reporter's translation of the letter. From English to Norwegian and back to English. So obviously it is not correct word for word.
And here she is with her husband and the letter.

an update is in order

2008-09-29T01:06:00.001+08:00

every day brings me closer to the end of full-time service, no prizes for guessing that my mood improves by the day, my outlook on life gets brighter and i harbour more hope for the world. ok that may be stretching it a lil bit but you get the general idea.

yup thats it. wait. you were expecting more? like how much more? more lengthy exposition on impending civilian-hood would most certainly be quite boring. an indepth discussion of social issues would be uncalled for and unlikely seeing that I haven’t really been thinking much lately. a recollection of recent exploits and happenings would be sorely lacking visually due to a lack of pictures, so that will have to wait till I acquire a decent camera

cumulus fractus nimbus

2008-08-28T22:04:00.001+08:00

3 consecutive days have seen me get wet, soaked and utterly drenched in that order. so i haven’t exactly been a shining beacon of hope and happiness lately.got a cough that stubbornly sticks and refuses to go away, helped no doubt by the unfriendly weather.

time has strange properties. seems like each day takes an eternity to pass when there is the dull matter of work to get through; yet you could swear an equally long period has elapsed since the last time you experienced an occasion worthy of memory. you’d want the in-between periods to zip by with the quickness, so you get to the fun and funky bits sooner. welcome to my world, where 5 hours seems like 1; 2 days like a week.

new look – new beginnings

2008-08-27T21:58:00.001+08:00

well, not really haha. just put up a new coat of paint over this place and i’m thinking it looks pretty good. of course, the content of this blog has to match up to the spiffy new design, if not the ~~days/hours~~/minutes spent ~~designing/editing~~/looking for this layout would have been for nought.

i’ve discovered one reason why I seldom get things done. behold, the

DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNN.

Funny? Boring? Perhaps strangely and uncomfortably familiar? Whatever it is, its a pretty accurate depiction of life. In fact I was going to talk about more stuff, but I think i shall do it later.

Later.

watch me butcher the english language

2008-08-18T20:43:00.002+08:00

I is been example of busy lately. Me make new friends (literally).

His name be Rocky. No prizes for guessing which one.

Been busy indeed, busy messing up my table:

Ok now a list of random articles of interest:

-I’ve lost my jack-knife, was looking to outline the panels on my Gundam kit.

-Countdown to return to civilian-hood is going well, everyone seems more interested when the counter runs low

-Haven’t been actively pursuing any major projects for the past very long, guess that’s gonna change. As mentioned before, look out for 01 x Great One soon.

-Life still in a transition/lull period. Yet again a horde of fresh undergrads start studies, yet again we’re left behind. But not for much longer. Things are looking up. Our time will come.

an open letter to everyone

2008-08-10T17:06:00.001+08:00

Hello

Our nation commemorates yet another year of independence. Wooo. Yay. To some, this is a joyous occasion of nationalistic pride and fervour. For the rest, it seems like we are just going through the motions and acting out the same old story on the same old stage. This rift among the people warrants closer inspection. It would hence be apt that we conduct a retrospective look back at the events that have shaped us, followed with a frank assessment of our standing in life thus far and where we need to go next.

The pomp and pageantry may seem orchestrated to levels of military precision (in fact it is); which brings an interesting point to mind. Ever considered that our lives thus far have been planned and executed according to a plan? A standard path dictated not by rule or force but by the social pressures of society which demand that we chase excellence and produce tangible results. Nothing much wrong with that. But the attendant stress and other assorted problems don’t help much, often stifling creativity and nipping young ones in the butt before they get a chance to shine.

So let’s fix this.

Firstly, take stock of our present situation. Having spent the better part of two decades battling with/within/against the system, I assume that everyone has amassed a sizeable collection of battle scars – most of them being mental rather than physical – throughout our trials and tribulations. The harshness of life outside may have come as a shock to most us. Experiences of shady politicking, exploitation and traitorous back-stabbing have undoubtedly entered our consciousness and memories in the past few years upon our release from the 12 year long shackles of government schooling. But we cannot let such horror stories affect us negatively. What doesn’t kill us will make us stronger so take all the above in your stride and keep going.

Next, we have to get our own house in order before venturing to greater things. Our ‘house’ being more than just the calm sanctity of a domestic abode, but a wider yet still intimate circle of friends and family. Keep them close and tight-knit. Distractions may present themselves, in a myriad of forms; do your best to keep them at bay. The saying goes that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and a chain with rapidly weakening chains is one nearing the end of its useable lifespan. So close ranks and stand united in the face of attractive and often more alluring opportunities, lest you live to regret making the wrong decision in future. What has taken years to build can crumble in months or days if cracks in the foundations are not addressed properly and instead papered over, with a thin coat of paint masking the underlying issues.

And now, weeks, perhaps months later when you have accomplished the above (I didn’t say it would be done quickly) you will be ready for the next step. You have to choose carefully, but you will not have to choose alone. The collective wisdom of your closest associates and confidantes will be at your fingertips. You will be shown how to do a good, no, a GREAT one on life. Stay tuned.

01 x Great One

Coming Soon

as mentioned below

2008-07-19T23:30:00.000+08:00

everything we had

2008-07-14T21:18:00.002+08:00

You were the only face I'd ever known.
I was the light from the lamp on the floor,
and only as bright as you wanted me to be.
But, I am no gentleman, I can be a prick,
and I do regret more than I admit,

You have been followed

back to the same place I sat with you drink for drink.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.
Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had, everything we had is no longer there.

It was the only place I'd never known.
Turned off the light on my way out the door.
I will be watching wherever you go,
through the eyes of a fly on the wall.

For you, I am blinded.
For you, I am blinded, for you.
I am no gentleman, I can be a prick.
And I do regret more than I admit.
You have been followed back to the same place I sat with you drink for drink.
Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.
Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had, everything we had.
Everything we had, everything we had,
everything we had...
I'll be with you wherever you go,
through the eyes of a fly on the wall.

looking forward, not looking back. good times ahead

ah, it hurts

2008-06-28T23:15:00.001+08:00

There’s a commercial making its rounds on free-to-air television now, depicting a orange Lambo Murcielago zipping around in pseudo urban European settings, with obligatory skewed camera angles and positions. Another car ad you say? Wrong. When the sleek supercar comes to a stop, the scissor door opens and a puny little kid is inside. Why? Because this is actually a food product commercial masquerading as a classy ad. The product in question happens to be Ayam Brand baked beans. Like wth? The ad proceeds to show the boy joining his happy family (commercial pseudo-families are always pseudo-happy) and they have a happy meal together, in front of the television which looks like its running a video game depicting the above car in digital form. The ad ends with a shot of the can of baked bean on a white background, with the words “Hi-Fibre” prominently highlighted on the can. Now, there are several things wrong above:

1. The only possible link one can draw between a million dollar machine and a can of crappy baked beans (albeit with hi-fibre) is that the are the same colour. Orange. Somehow I doubt they are the same exact shade though. Lambo Orange looks way better than crappy baked bean orange.

2. Hi-Fibre? Why on earth is this highlighted when no other reference is made in the commercial? Do baked beans with enriched fibre content somehow enable a 7 year old kid to manoeuvre a 6.4 litre behemoth, let alone reach the pedals? Fail.

3. Frankly speaking the idea of Chicken Brand food (direct translation) being associated with underaged driving does not make for a very appealing commercial. You’d never know how many children have gotten the idea ingrained into their heads that they can go take a spin in daddy’s car after they’ve had their fill of baked beans (with Hi-Fibre). The ad agency which produced that ad should feel thoroughly ashamed for their shoddy creative work.

Note that I have nothing against baked beans per se, just that unrealistic and ill-conceived ideas irk me.

On a side note, my hip hurts and flopping onto my bed is now a painful affair. One of life’s joys is now beyond me. argh

I am whatever you say I am

2008-06-04T21:44:00.001+08:00

I am bored. I am thinking. I am sporty. I am slacking. I am hyperactive. I am indifferent. I am concerned. I am observant. I am aloof. I am romantic. I am disenfranchised. I am motivated. I am sullen. I am sporty. I am sleepy. I am materialistic. I am sensible. I am caring. I am unfeeling. I am connected. I am pondering. I am singing. I am snoozing. I am working. I am idling. I am drinking. I am abstaining. I am music. I am silent. I am analytical. I am random. I am intelligent. I am childish. I am game. I am hesitant. I am driven. I am withdrawn. I am vocal. I am expressive. I am quiet. I am pensive. I am fashionable. I am awkward. I am a leader. I am a follower.

I am Gemini. 2 sides in perpetual motion. Amused at the product of my boredom; unimpressed by the inanity of it all. Pretentious crap or a genuine look at oneself? I have no idea, you tell me :)

rick roll'd

2008-05-22T23:06:00.001+08:00

a day in the life of...

2008-05-15T23:38:00.001+08:00

I seldom do those posts which mainly consist of a chronological listing of the day's events, its pretty mundane and wouldn't make for good writing normally. but today was different. *BEWARE* Long sentence ahead.

it was a really, REALLY hot day and having got on the wrong bus, I hastily hopped off one step later and began the long walk in the scorching heat all the way to camp; halfway there I really couldn't take it and needed a drink so I popped by a petrol station convenience store and faced with the immense choices of beverages on offer I said "heck it, whatever" and promptly got a can of Whatever; which wasn't really a good choice for the flavour that was handed to me by pure random chance turned out to be some poor zappel clone which had a strong hint and aftertaste of pesticide such that I hereby christened the new drink "pesticider", spitting it out along the way back to camp, which was still pretty far away but eventually I made it thanks in no small part to the shiny reflective shades that I had on because my vision was still very sensitive to bright light from the pupil-dilating eye drops that were administered to me earlier in the morning, which was in the process of turning into a very hot afternoon, perfect weather to be sporting those shiny oversized aviators which like so totally ups ones cool quotient by a good 2.5 points, not to mention how it brought out incredulous looks from everyone who happened to look on.

well I got bored with keeping up that insanely long sentence/paragraph/wall of text so that will suffice.

the junta is up to no good

2008-05-12T20:27:00.004+08:00

Cyclone Nargis may have unleashed immense devastation and suffering upon Myanmar, but that pales in comparison to the shocking; abhorrent reaction and handling of the situation by the military junta. It is plain to all that the official response - mainly consisting of obstructing international aid - is contributing to the death toll, exacerbating an already grave situation.

Much as the world would like to throw the book (and more) at the junta, little can be done. You cannot feed the beggar who refuses to open his mouth, nor can you force reason into the minds of those who resolutely choose to remain ignorant. Or can you?

The liberation of oppressed peoples from a despotic regime is not new, the idea has been brought up and executed before (see Iraq). Unfortunately, history has not looked kindly upon such campaigns, which often come packaged with the horrors of war. How then, can the relatively more civilised world seek to impose common sense on the more unsavoury regimes that still blight certain nations? The way I see it, there is no way to achieve that without blood being shed, be it on the battlefield or from the thousands that starve their way to a slow but certain (and agonising) end.

To the horrors perpetrated by the junta and its ilk, the world is often swift to condemn and express disappointment. The horrors continue. More condemnation and strongly-worded reprimands follow. Rinse, repeat ad nauseam. No concrete action taken, no change effected and the status quo remains. Everyone goes back to usual business, which includes leaving the sick and dying to continue their business of well, dying. What is the UN doing? Likewise for ASEAN. The unwillingness to take a stronger stand together with the weary refrains of reprimand grow more tiresome as time goes on. It is precisely situations like these that can convert pacifist peace-niks to be tempted to take up arms and beat some sense into the imbeciles in charge over there.

Your people are starving, yet you block the food. Your people are homeless, yet you offer little. Your people need the world's assistance; the world is ready and willing, but you are stubborn and uncooperative. You insist that you are not ready for large-scale foreign assistance. We ask: are you then ready for large scale death and suffering?

Res ipsa loquitur, indeed. Let's hope something can be done, for the good of humanity.

guess who

2008-05-11T17:35:00.002+08:00

***** says:
eh write me a short description of myself leh

d ar yl says:
what you want to include

***** says:
smart, handsome, likeable

***** says:
ya... the usual

***** says:
;)

d ar yl says:
so you want me to lie then?

***** says:
yeah

***** says:
NO

***** says:
i mean

d ar yl says:
HAHAHA

d ar yl says:
gotcha

all filler, no killer (read at your own risk)

2008-05-10T22:50:00.001+08:00

can't be bothered to extract my thoughts and put them down into continuous prose, so here's a convenient list

I need:

01 x Lamborghini car model
02 x blank tees
01 x acceptance letter

I might:

Be losing my job

I will:

look different in 2 weeks time

I <3 Liberty City

2008-04-29T20:04:00.003+08:00

Well I can't confirm it but I'm pretty sure I'll be in love with the virtual re-creation/imagination/warped twisted take on New York City that serves as the setting for the opus known as Grand Theft Auto IV. Excuse me while I take a jaunt through that fascinating place that everyone is talking about. *

*awaits reading complaint letters from overzealous citizens about the game serving as a focal point for the moral decay of everything in society from littering to leaving the toilet seat up.

halfway there

2008-04-22T05:38:00.001+08:00

thank You. for pulling through, for not letting me down

lessons learnt

2008-03-19T21:30:00.002+08:00

one thing that I've gained from 12 years of our punishing education machinery - for better or worse - is the utter abhorrence of failure. I detest it. Of course having such a drive isn't always useful, not when coupled with a tendency to be unsure about what one really wants. I'm pretty cool with most things, most options are fine with me. But for certain things, once I've made up my position/stance/mind, its set. i've done what I can, let's hope its enough.

mangrove warrior

2008-03-02T13:55:00.002+08:00

exercise grassy knoll was a splendid success. casualties at the hands/legs/suckers (?) of mosquitoes was minimal, rations from changi village were exceptional and the exercise gained went some way towards minimising the damage from the hearty food. there were a few organising issues, poor planning and execution by our conducting led to miscommunication and people getting lost, but in the end we made it through. congrats to all and hopefully we'll earn our ubin confidence badge next time round. cheers

eduardo da silva

2008-02-24T14:27:00.001+08:00

my thoughts and prayers go out to him. feel like crying just looking at it. hope he makes a full recovery. and scores 2 hat tricks against birmingham. and hope the boys win the league for this time, the champs league too.

Dig this

2008-02-14T23:54:00.002+08:00

building steam with a grain of salt

2008-02-10T15:00:00.000+08:00

to remove from mind
to keep it, mine.
to peek through the window
to keep from being stuck in limbo.

not living, but killing time
something like that.
still breathing, but wasting time
not much different, this year of rat.

How strange, how odd
Very adept at preaching speech
But alas, a facade
My own promises never to keep

Words are weapons,
much like sticks and stones.
But the battle is different
when your enemy's over the phone.

VII times past from VII times gone
forces a smile tinged with forlorn
a battle lost, innocence gone
doesn't feel like this war was won.

more was lost than
care to admit
what was gained
not much help in defeat.

bleakness in spades
hope betrayed.
now, turn this round
be unafraid.

February fractuary

2008-02-01T20:19:00.000+08:00

Was looking through stuff on PostSecret, and it got me thinking about the secrets that we all keep, big and small. Made me feel like picking up a postcard and sending off several lines worth of my deepest secrets as well. Well for lack of stamps and motivation to walk down to the post office, thought I would just do my own postsecret thing right here, right now.

take a look at the site and you'll realise that the no1 topic is how people are insecure about themselves. not beautiful enough, not capable enough etc. "i'm too fat to fit into size 0"..stuff like that. everyone feels that way, just in varying degrees. and why are they insecure? they want approval mainly from others. don't deny it. those who can remove themselves from the notion of being judged by others are a lucky bunch, but no one is like that every time, all the time. There are many times when we realise we don't need to care about what others think but there are equal amounts of time when we feel the reverse.

why then do people want the approval of others? they want to be appreciated, adored, loved. Because we are not solitary creatures. note that i said not solitary instead of social. we are not solitary for biological reasons requiring us to procreate and make more humans to trample all the nice and rapidly diminishing greenery on earth. Thus you can then say that we are born insecure. depressing eh?

of course its good that we don't think about this all the time, we'd all be a really sad bunch otherwise.

on a happier note, its February already. sweet.

oh yeah and I promised a secret at the beginning right? here it is:

if i told yall it wouldn't be a secret anymore now would it? haha

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Now playing: Daft Punk - Digital Love
via FoxyTunes

how to make a blog post

2008-01-17T23:36:00.000+08:00

*insert short exposition on minor detail of life*

*expand on it*

*witty twist*

*bemoan nsf status*

*look forward to ord*

lets begin

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

10 things I want to do in the new year:

1. Stop procrastinating.

year in review

2007-12-15T14:04:00.000+08:00

the year started amid lightning and thunder, and fittingly it draws to a close framed with rain outside the window again.

having spent the most part of the year ensconced in you-know-what, there should be pitifully little to summarise here. However in between all the crap and drivel somehow this year still managed to be the best thus far, for reasons which also make it the worst.

friends - I've made some, but too few to stave off boredom and too many who have came and went, summoned further into the dark depths of the establishment. some of whom I shall be seeing soon when they hit the parade square with pride, the weight of the nation on their shoulders. of course with the good comes the bad and there will always be the few who stab you when you once approached them with an open mind and open arms. beware. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts,
don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

the rest of the time has been fine. plenty to be thankful of and look forward to. but probably nothing that is gonna last. the idling will be a thing of the past once school hits, as will the wide-eyed blur-ness that is the default expression of an nsf. life will demand more of us then the army ever will, and I'm not sure if that patch of grass is gonna be much greener than we expect

11 month soldier

2007-12-12T00:28:00.000+08:00

halfway there...

Kitaro

2007-12-07T09:48:00.001+08:00

Caught kitaro in comcert last night. Didn't really know what to expect
but it was quite good actually. Think along the lines of drums,
percussion, strings, wind instruments and you've got it. His music had
a hypnotic quality to it at times..strong enough that i nodded off a
few times. Other times you actually felt quite happy. Certain songs
had so much joy that i felt as if i would ord the moment i walked out
of the door. And when kitaro grabbed a guitar and got his kitaro hero
act on, it was pretty cool.

Saw a taxi bang into a stationary van while trying to park. The cab
hastily moved off and parked in another lot nearby. Bet the van driver
wouldn't have been too happy to come back from lunch and be greeted
with a big dent in his vehicle haha.

on another note, can't believe its friday alr. Tfwyhf (look it up).

oh, and think about this: ''the only way to keep your heart safe from
the perturbations of love is to keep it in hell'' -CS Lewis. sad but
true right. Oh well time to get up. 341 lo

its too late

2007-12-04T01:31:00.001+08:00

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothin new
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

its been awhile

2007-11-18T01:00:00.000+08:00

a year has passed since it all ended, and started. Remember the feeling of relief? I won't say liberation cos it wasn't that dramatic, nor will I use freedom or whatever. It was relief at the conclusion of a long drawn out struggle against the odds, academic or otherwise. There was something special within it all, something that couldn't be defeated by the fact that army loomed a mere two months away. It was like running a race that threatened to beat you instead of the other way round. You had to dig in for the long run - pun intended - and fight. perseverance always wins in the end, take note people. But take note, its not the only thing you have to do. You can be thwarted by circumstances beyond your control and events you never anticipated. You may be dealt a cruel hand repeatedly and have your hands tied. It could well end up the exact opposite of how you intended and that's when you go "It wasn't supposed to end this way". Well too bad. suck thumb. you may win the battle but not the war. they say all's fair, but in the end it still leaves you sore

the weirdest dream

2007-10-29T23:38:00.000+08:00

i woke up one day and hip tossed outta bed only to be met with an elbow to the face. got a can of whoop a$% opened over me but I rolled out of the way, landed a leg drop and tried to get crowd support. i refused to be baited by my opponent and countered a vertical suplex into a rolling takedown. But my momentum was lost when chyna interfered and I got the leaping knee to the face. He was that damn good. He said i would never.....ever..... get the better of--- then i told him IT DOESNT MATTER what he thought and if he smelt what the rock was cooking. 'The Rock does cooking shows now?' Which I replied with a silent but deadly whisper in the wind. I was gonna incite the fans and stop him from breaking the hold, then I told him the commissioner ruled but he told me to JUST BRING IT. Stunned, and then stunnered, I was laid out for the count. Even removing christian's shades did no good. He stood there marking out for another stunner, but just when you thought you had all the answers, I avoided his diversion and laid the smackdown. Slapped on the walls of jericho and was gonna maintain the hold but I had NO CHANCE IN HELL

a horror story

2007-10-24T22:49:00.000+08:00

you know those annoyingly irritating advertisements that periodically appear in the msn messenger window, right at the bottom where those sneaky bastards seize the opportunity to pop up their ad (often with raucous and horrible sound effects) whenever you mouse over them? And how you ALWAYs seem to trigger them off cos you have to mouse over them on the way to clicking on another window on your task bar?

you can probably sense where this is heading...

so i was trying to avoid the ad like a landmine but just as certain as the nosy kid in a horror movie gets killed first, I ended up triggering the damn pop up again. then my com lagged and the animated ad stayed onscreen for like 10 seconds.

simply sounds moderately annoying? read on...

now if it was some innocuous ad like for beanie babies or m&ms or something I could just brush it off, but this time it really went too far. it crossed the boundaries of decency and bordered on moral outrage. the ad, was to tout the purported benefits of laurier pads.

WTF?!!

the offending ad refused to disappear no matter how furious I clicked elsewhere. By some perverted twist of fate I ended up clicking on the ad itself (gasp) by mistake. it gleefully opened up a browser window..asking if i wanted FREE SAMPLES.

words cannot explain how I felt then. pure, utter revulsion and horror would be close but thats only scratching the surface. I did what any self respecting guy would do then. I pulled the plug. Bzzzzap.

2007-10-22T23:48:00.000+08:00

the grass is always greener on the other side. always always always very much green-ier. the only way to be satisfied is to tell yourself that you are already on the other side. but it never works. if only there was someway to be content right now with what we have and what we are. bleagh

CTS

2007-10-15T00:18:00.000+08:00

stands for carpal-tunnel syndrome. which i am getting from playing this : http://www.vivalagames.com/play/shapeinvasion/

a poem

2007-10-14T17:46:00.001+08:00

haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator

greymon

2007-10-03T21:01:00.000+08:00

It has come to my attention that while people are concerned - and rightfully so - about cruelty to animals, one aspect has been neglected. That is of course, the concern of cruelty and neglect being meted out to animals/creatures/monsters/critters of a digital variety.

How many times did you forgot to flush the screen, leading to your digital pet wallowing in filth and pestilence? How about the times you left the light on at night, leaving your pet to sleep fitfully and restlessly. And worst of all would be to subject your digital companion to slowly starve to death in spite of persistent calls for subsistence. If you did, then shame on you.

wisdom words

2007-09-30T22:59:00.000+08:00

3 cups of tea do not an early night to sleep make.
ord comes sooner never when you bitch about it.
i get stronger with every repetition i hear of stronger.
ipod touch > ps3, no wait ps3 > ipod touch
cheap fish&co is to lunch for

2007-09-26T11:30:00.000+08:00

blog quality/frequency is completely unrelated to amount of free time. witness this: i've got truckloads of leisure time yet there never seems to be much here haha.

2007-09-23T11:14:00.000+08:00

you know something's not right when you wake up with a pain in the knee and a bigger pain in the head.

a riddle

2007-09-05T23:34:00.000+08:00

alright try throwing some brain power at this:

Three men go into a motel, and the man behind the desk said the room is $30, so each man paid $10 and went to the room. A while later the man behind the desk realized the room was only $25, so he sent the bellboy to the three guys’ room with $5 to return. On the way the bellboy couldn’t figure out how to split the $5 evenly between the three men, so he gave each man $1 and kept the other $2 for himself.
This meant that the three men each paid $9 for the room, for a total of $27. Adding the $2 that the bellboy kept, the total is then $29. Where is the other dollar?

Think that's hard? Well the puzzler is... what are 3 men doing in ONE motel room? :\

the one about breakfast

2007-08-28T22:43:00.000+08:00

was eating a Big Breakfast today and was thinking random stuff like how everyone has their BB differently, like some butter and jam the muffins and sandwich up the hashbrowns and sausages or what not. or how some drizzle maple syrup over everything blah blah blah. was wondering whether it signifies anything about your character. like how cutting everything into lil pieces shows you're an insecure introvert with a fetish for lipstick or that you will have a fruitful life if you have jam stains on your lips. subtle clues or obvious crap? your call.

it ends tonight

2007-08-20T19:56:00.000+08:00

...seriously. whatever you've heard so far, whatever inferences you've made of what happened and any judgement of character that you may have made, forget it all. I never wanted it to turn out this way. besides whatever y'all heard would only have been half the story. no need to embellish it for my behalf or burn an effigy of someone whom i still respect. I don't like it but guess its a sad fact that honest recollections can turn into words of poison and spite. such is the nature of people.

thanks
peace - out

hor sua

2007-08-16T09:25:00.000+08:00

this song, guaranteed to be the next smash hit:

Hor Sua

I've got no heart
to tell you not to fart
Maybe ate too much beans
but still smelt from afar
Baby cause just one spark
You can see shiny stars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because...

When the chorus comes
We’ll sing together
Told you I'll be here forever
My scratchy voice can't comprehend
Like a growth
This song never seems to end
People complaining more than ever
Heard this song since like forever
I'm not gonna say umbrella
Don't wanna kill another fella
ella ella ..(you know the drill)

verse2

This song I sing
So irritating
Its my identity
Overplayed till infinity
Once it had climbed the charts
Over the top it stood guard
To topple it was hard
Thank goodness for delilah
Because ...

Over here we don't say umbrella
In hokkien we say hor sua la
In the rain it'll be your friend
You and it both
Stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my big hor sua
You can stand under my big hor sua
sua, sua, eh eh eh
under my big hor sua
sua, sua, eh eh eh
later we go eat mee sua
sua, sua, eh eh eh

today, it rains

2007-08-13T00:18:00.000+08:00

PANIC! HARRY POTTER SPOILERS INSIDE*

*not really haha
feels good to wake up on a sunday afternoon (yes afternoon, not morning). really needed the long sleep cos of the looong night - more on that later - so it was nice to wake up to the inviting thought of a long weekend. was gonna hit the sack in the afternoon for some more sleep. who knew i would spend the next 8 hours poring over the final potter book. smh (shaking my head) at myself. good read though, paced like a thriller, good time filler. read it while playing hedwig's theme and i guarantee you will never read books in silence again haha

had some fun wandering around on saturday night, enjoying the best that the river has to offer, finally settling on ~~menotti/clarkequay/riccioti/boatquay~~ 7-11 and simply bread. i kid you not.

gotta go get braces tightened in 8 hours or so. not looking forward to feeling like i'm being socked in the mouth every time i so much as even bite down on air.

school's in (not for me)

2007-08-07T09:22:00.000+08:00

school season is upon us again. you know that from the groups of teenagers traipsing around the island in old tshirts and short shorts which by right should never be seen outside home. but this time its different. there's something different in the air about going to university. something like growing from kids to becoming adults. moving to a hostel, having to start living in a spartan room to call your own, its pretty amusing actually. cos its not much different from enlisting in army. you got your own bunk, cupboard and all your assorted barang to stash around. there ain't no inspections, standbys and what not in uni, but having to meet and bond with new people by virtue of you all being forced to stay together is in the same vein as bonding with your army buddies.

it'll be my turn to partake in all this reverie in 2 years, not sure what to expect of it. secondary school orientation was a blast, what was started in that first week has held strong even until now, probably the strongest bonds i'll ever make in my life. jc was a different story. i was in a place i didn't wanna be, and when you hold such a thought in yourself, its hard to let loose and have fun. words thoughts and actions don't flow as easily when you're reluctantly forced to have fun. still had a blast in jc but orientation didn't really do much good. and then there was army. oh man those were the days. from having to endure two weeks of isolation to the last few joyous carefree weeks on that island, it was good too. there was no pretence at making us have fun, just cold hard adaptation to a new life. somehow i work best when thrown into the deep end like this. just like how during jc orientation i wish we could just skip the pretences and drop right into a normal routine. only then would i flourish. i'm like a totally fun person but it doesn't come through when forced to put a face and smile. i just don't work that way and i suspect most people feel the same.

but then things might change in 2 years. i know i've changed tremendously in the past 2 years - heck i've changed almost beyond recognition in the past two weeks alone haha. not everyone can be super enthu and on about everything though(if not i'd be in ocs now haha) , i forsee myself hanging around with fellow relax-ers, having fun without being in the thick of action. i ain't the life of any party but I do my best to make sure its not dead.

67wks to go-

beware the truth

2007-08-07T00:40:00.000+08:00

honesty isn't always the best policy i guess.

household work-out tip#1

2007-08-04T00:56:00.000+08:00

you know those old school kinda rubbish chutes where you step on a footpedal and the chute door opens for ya to stash the trash in? sometimes the trash is too big and gets stuck right... i just love to step back and superkick the whole thing to oblivion... sayonara rubbish and i get a fun workout too. try it!

hey there delilah

2007-08-03T12:51:00.000+08:00

finally, the song that dethrones rihanna's umbrella-ella-ella from the top of the charts. the cool thing about this song, is that it was released two years ago in 05 and its a hit only now. one part of the song goes

"Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you"

the uncanny thing is that the song (and the band) have really made it big after two years as predicted in the song. pretty darn cool. now if only i could pull off something like that too

friends, test yourselves

2007-08-01T14:37:00.000+08:00

Create your own Friend Test here

1 ok, all ok

2007-07-31T20:28:00.000+08:00

i'm ok. thanks everyone :)

listen:

2007-07-29T13:52:00.000+08:00

4 in the morning
do you know
never again

high

2007-07-23T23:50:00.000+08:00

disclaimer:whatever is in this post was produced under the influence. head spinning.

guess alcohol is supposed to release your inhibitions and make you say what you really feel right? ok so here goes.

i've got nothing to hide. spoke to all the people I care for and seems like everything's fine. I'm still even gramatically(sic?) correct haha. too bad gotta be up early tmr. hope there ain't no hangover

closing time

2007-07-18T23:47:00.000+08:00

okay time to get this all down before i forget it or lose the inclination to blog.

stagmont is the freakin best place to be in the saf. for real. nicest commanders you can ever find anywhere.

after a nice chat with the regulars in the mess i now know how bartenders feel, imagine lending a listening ear, giving obligatory nods, snorts of disbelief in response to tales of incredulous behaviour and mutual shaking of heads or hands (sometimes at the same time). was actually quite reluctant to leave today at closing time cos it was great fun listening. seems like army life ain't all that different from the outside world, both coming with copious amounts of bullshit haha

8ight

2007-07-17T00:23:00.001+08:00

Daryl is a really big geek,
and something kind of a freak.
His really greasy messy hair,
really makes you stare and glare
His pimpled face is hard to ignore,
a little like an oil store..

At this point you may ask,
so where does this boy pass
He’s not cool, it may seem
but cool is not what can be seen.

As time pass you would come to know,
Daryl's brain works no where near slow
His intelligence is so irresistible,
better than an encyclopedia on the table.
Lucky for him that brains matter,
to this girl he likes more than any other

She stole his first kiss and his heart,
even when getting her was hard.
Now he thinks of her everyday,
what she does and what she says.
Even when she mood swings and scream,
he smiles and sees it as a sweet dream.

I guess they say that love is blind,
cause she too thinks that he’s so fine.
Everyday without his call
makes the world seem such a bore
When she feels sad and down,
he is always there to clear her frown.

Into the 8th month they celebrate,
Without a argument or debate.
Life seem so much better when lived for two
Cant Imagine a life without you.

foot reflexology

2007-07-15T00:00:00.000+08:00

is good.

2007-07-05T23:25:00.000+08:00

how is it that you give a guy a mic, a music video to sing along to and suddenly he thinks he's like the greatest singer on earth, belting out hits like a pro. since when does this give them a licence to kill (with atrocious singing)? apparently, this problem has probably been around since the darn ktv machine was invented.

sigh. sometimes during the day i come up with some great idea or a funny joke which would rock the socks off anyone, and I make a mental note to blog about it. fast forward to the end of the day, and somehow it has all fizzled out. hence the lack of anything intelligent around these parts lately. either i need to figure out how to do moblogging where i blog on the go or whatever. reminds me of how pre-u sem last year had the campus moblog thing, which was a total failure haha. i can only think of two good things about pre u sem. ok make that one.. ...actually there wasn't much good about it. the food was actually worse than army and i left the place feeling shittier than when i entered it.

many times I write a whole big paragraph like this then read it once through again and decide that its utter crap and proceed to delete the whole thing. same case here except that its just striked out for your viewing pleasure. so when you look at the empty lines on my blog, think abit and spare a thought for the many lost ideas and stories that met an unfortunate end at the hands of my backspace key.

several ideas consigned to the graveyard previously:

-a look at the cars on singapore roads and how I feel about them. realised that most cars on the roads are really really REALLY boring and who wants to hear me gush about the affordability of a toyota vios or the lack of leg room in a suzuki swift?!

- an attempt at novel detailing the consequences of putting off things to a later date. title: Procrastination. never got down to writing it.

wow looks like i've somehow got this far without deleting the whole thing leaving like 2 lines left, as in the previous post. new record! *pats self on back* let's hope this continues...

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TO BE CONTINUED (cos that's what i said, duh)

pulling teeth

2007-07-04T22:58:00.000+08:00

...is no fun.

chewing on one side of the mouth ain't too enjoyable too. only been 2 days but already missing my chompers. can't believe i gotta say goodbye to 2 more of em soon.

nothing in particular

2007-07-01T22:40:00.001+08:00

aunties. hate it when they take up 1 1/2 seats on the bus due to their butt which also happen to be 1 1/2 times normal size. really can't stand it. pun intended

no one uses the word 'gallivanting' anymore. heard that mom? guess its long been consigned to the graveyard of lost words like 56k dialup and discmans.

saw a db9 on the road. and a murcielago. and the audi rs4 cabrio that was in saturday's paper.

ok time to go off now before things get too MESSY

i like big butts i cannot lie

2007-06-25T00:51:00.000+08:00

now tell me which of the following have the greatest rear ends...

audi r8

aston martin db9

lamborghini murcielago lp640

mercedes-mclaren slr

the post(ings) has arrived

2007-06-23T00:05:00.000+08:00

bmt postings out again.

congrats to the newly-minted clerks. without you we won't get our leave approved, our mcs accepted and our pink ics back (eventually)

a consoling pat on the back and a tissue for those poor souls inducted into the combat engineers. good luck cos you'll need it.

and to our octs, we salute you (actually we don't, but you get the point). sometime in march we just might be calling you 'sir'. if that isn't a good enough incentive for you, well you get the cool sword which you can use to fillet sashimi or gather dust on the wall like everyone else.

points to ponder

2007-06-13T22:13:00.000+08:00

if a can of green tea costs 70cents and a can of whatever costs 90c, then aren't you getting cheated when you get green tea in your can of whatever?

of four letter words

2007-06-06T22:33:00.000+08:00

****.

don't you just hate it when you're so engrossed in something important and life altering- like checking out the latest new pair of sneakers to drop - when someone disturbs you and for an instant all the blood in the body changes direction to rush straight back to the heart and give you an immense shock which dissipates just as quickly as it came when you realise its just your mom checking up on you.

ok most people won't hate it but I'm sure you'd be seriously, seriously annoyed.

****.

it can be great, really really good. like exhilaratingly deliriously cloud ninety nineishly good. but anything this good can easily be that damn bad also. technically speaking, something can't be both good and bad, but "technically speaking" is something that no one except the nerdiest of nerds says, and said nerd would never have the chance to experience the reward/curse of this.

****.

you can't get enough of it, yet too much is obviously detrimental. let it build up too much and it poisons you from within, often literally, until you're wallowing in a pile of it which isn't much use to you.

now then let's guess what the words are.

vesak day

2007-05-31T23:55:00.000+08:00

was out today, along with what seemed like the rest of the world. kept bumping into people everywhere. not complaining though, was great to catch up with everyone. the bmt guys don't have anything on tmr, while the rest of us gotta work :( anyway dabbled a bit with the sales, got some stuff, but i only feel half satisfied. the other half will be coming soon i guess.

back (for real this time) ..(i hope)

2007-05-21T22:45:00.000+08:00

hello life, i've returned.

back to some semblance of a normal existence, with reconnection to music, culture, friends and family.

away from segregation, isolation and regimentation, but not totally.

i'm sticking out my tongue at the saf and thumbing my nose at it. you had your chance but i escaped. hah.

just realised talking in single sentences sounds disjointed and weird but what the heck.

i'll continue anyway.

feeling a little bit high now.

under the influence but not of drugs or alcohol.

think its a crazy little thing called love.

love for life, and the love of my life.

watch this space

2007-05-13T02:23:00.000+08:00

normal transmission will resume shortly. you will not be disappointed.

2007-05-05T21:19:00.000+08:00

apparently someone has hijacked my name and went around spamming blogs on thursday night. and you're not gonna get away with disrespecting me and my friends. i mean it.

losing it (no not what you think it is)

2007-03-17T23:21:00.000+08:00

i think i'm kinda losing it. my touch and flair for writing, that is. i look around and read what others are writing, be it on blogs or even friendster and I realise that i don't write like that anymore. it could be because i have grown detached from life due to the isolation brought about by ns, which renders me blur and dumb like the stereotypical army dude. perhaps my brain having spent so much time away in camp, can no longer come to terms with civilian life and therefore it shuts down under an overload of stimuli. i could have somehow become averse to thinking for myself and be reduced to someone who only knows how to take orders.

it could be all of the above, but i think its just cos i'm lazy =p

D.A.R.Y.L.

2007-03-15T11:26:00.000+08:00

A:likes to drink
B:Likes people
C:is wild and crazy
D:Has one of the best personalities ever
E:A GOOD KISSER
F:People adore you
G:never let people tell you what to do
H:Have very good personality and looks
I:Loyal to those you love
J:Lives life for funK:Really silly
L:Loved by everyone
M:Makes dating fun
N:Dead sexy
O:Best in bed
P:Popular with all types of people
Q:A hypocrite
R:F*ckin crazy
S:Easy to fall in love with
T:Loyal to those you love
U:Really like to chill
V:Not judgemental
W:Very broad minded
X:Never let people tell you what to do
Y:One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for
Z:Always ready

and so that makes me:

D:Has one of the best personalities ever
A:likes to drink
R:F*ckin crazy
Y:One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for
L:Loved by everyone

hmm not bad..true on almost all counts haha

trulymadlydeeply

2007-03-04T11:06:00.000+08:00

< *warning* this may be too much to handle if you can't take the sweetness. diabetics and cynics stay away

i have gained much from life thus far. the things i have earned, the blood, tears and sweat i've shed are all worth it. its been hard for i've taken a few hits here and there, but i live for those moments when i score and everything just seems right. the ecstasy for i am now the reigning table soccer champion of falcon coy recruit annex. please, hold the applause, i am much too modest

3

2007-02-25T00:23:00.000+08:00

hey all this place ain't dead... although i thought it was cos apparently my com ain't letting me view my own blog. go figure haha

6 weeks down, 3 to go.

got more to say but this is not the place ;)

test

2007-02-24T23:54:00.000+08:00

test test test test test test this is a test test test cos my blog has been down down down for the past week

2007-02-04T09:54:00.000+08:00

greetings, from the far flung side of Singapore, where the last vestiges of human civilisation start to fall, where the concrete jungle begins to give way to dense vegetation, lush greenery and assorted flora and fauna. yes, this place can be dangerous due to its isolation. where it takes half an hour to get to anyplace of importance, welcome to jurong west!

oh yeahhhhhhhh i'm home again. home sweet home. i bet you all were thinking of tekong right haha. well if you look over derh you will find many interesting things, but its much much better on the mainland with great family and great friends. hope to catch up with everyone else i haven't seen for so long yup. till next time, ciao

guess who's back, back again

2007-01-27T09:10:00.000+08:00

yes its me again. i have survived. my thanks go out to those who had me in your thoughts, minds and hearts. it has been fine so far. better than fine in fact, settled in quite alright and adjusted to the whole regimental thing. guess everyone who went in around this time would say the same thing. bunkmates good, food good, conditions good, commanders nice, everything also quite good. once i go back in i'll be back again after 6 days of being out feeding mosquitoes

but then that's only on one side of the issue. once i go back in, i'm once again away from it all. away from you especially. the good thing is there's no more 2 weeks of hell and loneliness. only gonna be one week each time from now on haha. actually i exaggerate. its not that bad and its due in large part to your support. it lets me be happy by day and sleep easy by night. thank you from the bottom of my heart. dld

counting down

2007-01-10T23:08:00.000+08:00

about one and a half days left. then two weeks from then. a month. two months. a year. two years. and then i'll be free. there are a 1001 other things i'd rather be doing, but alas, i have no choice. this must have been hanging over me from the day i was born, so best to begin with it, for every day passed will be one day closer till its over. hope its a fun ride, gonna make the most of it. things can only get better haha

my personal statement

2007-01-03T23:12:00.000+08:00

this is my personal statement. read it and weep.

in a few days i will be enlisted into the nation's conscript army where i will no doubt face challenging and strenous tasks, both physical and mental. physical exertion would manifest in cleaning up toilet facilities while mental would be the state i wind up in after having to clean said toilet with a toothbrush (hopefully not the same one i use to brush with). during that period it is unlikely that i will be using much of my mental capacity. therefore what you are reading now could well be the last few strands of intelligent thought that manifest from me. just like how a dying star burns up as a supernova, bear witness to this moment for my brain will soon degenerate into a black hole of nothingness.

slacking is one of my strong points. i have proven quite proficient in it over the years. slack cca? check. no other extra-curricular activities? check. refusal to use capitalization in this passage out of sheer laziness to hold the shift key? check. therefore i stand myself in good stead for ns. but enough about my jungle stint, its time to move on, or to be more precise, take a step back in time.

in secondary school i epitomized several qualities exceptionally well. for much of my first year i would pack up my stuff before the end of the last lesson and wait for the bell to ring, watch out, eye on the second hand (said watch having already been earlier synchronized with the school bell) . once the chime started i would bust my ass and bounce, long gone by the time the ringing wound down. the clock-watching shows punctuality and strict adherence to deadlines. packing of belongings beforehand shows resourcefulness in planning. the alacrity and speed in which i made my exit shows that i'm on the ball and react quickly to changing situations. beat that. ha.

wow. i actually feel my head heating up from all the exertions going on. guess the engine must still be working, albeit a little sluggishly. i was going to move on to my experiences in junior college but i suddenly can't recall much, except for a few key moments. having NEVER made it to a college of my choice, TWICE (thank you very much MOE) i think i still did commendably. managed to pull myself through without sustaining major damage and scars. barely. but don't think that it was a bed of thorns to study in NJC, for i exaggerate much. i am eternally grateful for my time there, for reasons which would be too sappy and melancholic to mention in a place like this, not to mention that i'm rather lazy to list them all. it is substantially easier to gripe and grouse about the bad stuff. but rest assured the good outweighed the bad many-fold. ;)

aha the laziness strikes again for i'm now bored with this and i'll come back to finish it another day. which i probably won't, but you never know...

2006-12-29T01:14:00.001+08:00

this must be the fourth time i've opened the blogger window only to close it later. loss of interest in writing? perhaps. laziness? perhaps. but i shall blame it on the taiwan earthquake which is slowing net traffic to a crawl. or maybe its cos the past month has seen a near shutdown in intellectual activity in the higher parts of the brain, therefore cognitive functions have been rendered rusty from disrepair. the cerebellum is in need of rewiring due to lack of functional use so it can be re-interacted with the hippocampus and rhinoschoolus or something like that. the only numbers people are dealing with nowadays would probably be price tags and bills. and maybe numbers on weighing scales, but thats another story for another time.

hmm not bad, managed to bang out a paragraph without giving up halfway. lets hope there are more to follow. staying together, moving ahead

learn your ABCs

2006-12-28T13:53:00.000+08:00

A... you're adorable
B... you're so beautiful
C... you're so cute and full of charm

D... you're a darling
E... you're exciting
F... you're the flower in my arms

G... you're so good to me
H... you're so heavenly
I... you're the one that I delight

J... we're like jack and jill
K... you're so kissable
L... you're the lovelight in my eyes

show me the $$$$$

2006-12-23T13:33:00.000+08:00

Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin that, You twerkin that
You tickin' that, like a clock

You're burning up and its so hot it hurts
come back soon and work it on the floor
cos i can't ask for more

2006-12-16T00:23:00.000+08:00

coldness is the absence of heat, darkness the absence of light. what then defines the absence of love, or to be more precise, the absence of a loved one?

pm and ho ching ain't got nothin' on us

2006-12-11T21:52:00.000+08:00

life's great. couldn't ask for more. oh wait actually i could.

could have asked for arsenal to beat chelsea. a draw is still okay though
could have asked for more cash. living on a shoestring budget ain't that fun
could have asked for more time. cos dammit i wanna enjoy every second, minute, hour and day that i have with ya.

but its ok. instead of wanting what i don't have, i'll just enjoy what i DO have. words from a wise man indeed.

bread lovers unite

2006-12-10T22:44:00.000+08:00

we love cedele. best bread around. so good you can eat it on its own (sorry gardenia). their soup ain't bad either. simply bread comes close while subway is trash

waiting for the match to start. but since i won't be watching it anyway, I don't know what i'm waiting for really. might try and catch some live commentary.

P.R.O.M

2006-12-03T16:36:00.000+08:00

senior prom - the end of school, the beginning of the rest of your life. a significant milestone of the 18th year.

at least thats what its supposed to be. guess it doesnt apply as much for singapore. elsewhere prom would be a big deal with people scrambling to get dates, and scrambling to get a car to drive said date to prom. but screw all that, we're gonna have fun anyway

cars rule

2006-11-27T23:32:00.000+08:00

top gear is the best tv show ever.

the alfa romeo brera is one hot car.

i will own a ferrari (or two) in future.

till then need for speed and my ps2 are my best friends

on a related note...

2006-11-21T22:12:00.000+08:00

hands up, those of you who have been doing your job as a responsible consumer, fuelling the economy. thats right you, you and you at the back. your actions are deeply appreciated. bankruptcy forms are available on your way out for your convenience, as well as a recycle bin for used (and empty) wallets.

hands up if a new spare tire is one of your new acquisitions. i don't mean the usual rubber variety. gym memberships and running shoes are also available at the door. for those with cash to blow, you may make a liposuction appointment with the doctor on the 5th floor . for those on a budget, kindly take the stairs to the 50th floor. repeat daily.

2006-11-20T09:23:00.000+08:00

heaven-------------------- <---- I am here

cloud 9--------------------

euphoria------------------

life's good

2006-11-19T11:19:00.000+08:00

you know you have it good when you go to sleep happy and wake up feeling the same way. nothing compares to this. its been a long wait, but worth every minute of waiting. all the trauma, frustration, sweat and tears have been worth it. cos you finally get to enjoy the fruits of your labour.

and no i'm not talking about finishing exams haha

oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah

2006-11-16T10:32:00.000+08:00

the load's gone, and needless to say its been an interesting ride. glad to get off though. a 2 year A-level course in Singapore's infamous education system is hazardous to health, many of us can bear testament to that. and in a short while i'll be going through yet another 2-year course, this time in Singapore's famous armed forces. will be trading the jungles of bukit timah for the jungles of tekong, the pseudo-military grey stuff for bona-fide military gear.

but first...

there'll be a 2 month course on playing, relaxing, and making full use of life, commencing now. like right now. serious. so no more blogging and on to living the life that we temporarily suspended for the past month. ciao.

get set...

2006-11-14T21:33:00.000+08:00

life resumes tomorrow

stay tuned for regular transmission

i wanna hold your hand

2006-10-24T10:23:00.000+08:00

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Oh, please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
and please, say to me

You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you i feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

Yeah you, got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

Yeah you, got that something
I think you'll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

an ode to d

2006-10-21T14:41:00.000+08:00

the dawn of each day is devoted to a duet, danced to the dreamy notes of a dulcimer. the desire, never dented nor denied by a dull moment. it is derived -without dispute - from determination, with utmost decency. but to do or do not? to proceed diligently, as one does, with derring-do - or desist- for disapproval would spell harsh descent from grace. such disaffection would be undesirably disastrous. one demands nothing, yet everything at once. might these be mere delusions of grandour? to enjoy darling domicility would be delightful, and deliriously delectable. is it deja vu? alas! that is now defunct while this defies logic to a degree unheard of. one lays down defenses, in attempt to deciper, but nothing has been declared. will the decision come with drama when the card is drawn from the deck of chance? there has to be a distinction, but one will willingly blur the demarcation. does this lead to downfall or oh so distinct sounds of dolce? to sleep, perchance to dream, some deus ex machina would determine fate through disbelievable device. till then one can only hope to demystify the enigma, courting danger and dancing near doom. desist before ye fall from grace, for then we drift to paradise

2006-10-20T21:38:00.000+08:00

pics

2006-10-18T23:31:00.000+08:00

Got a smile on the face cos i managed to get blogger to put up this pics.

appreciation post

2006-10-16T21:31:00.000+08:00

this is an appreciation post. for all things good thus far. the 2 years in grey have been good, i must admit, with this year being the better one by far. thank you, you and YOU. y'all know who y'all are

eclairs GOOD
photos GOOD
speeches BAD
all you nosey parkers BADBADBAD haha

every beginning has an end

2006-10-07T23:35:00.001+08:00

< haven't said much here lately but that doesn't mean that there's nothing worth saying haha. there's been plenty to go around, and its been good. good because when some things happen you never want them to end. but oddly bad cos you never know everything about it, or why its there in the first place. imperfect knowledge. consequence of thinking too much i guess.

having navigated that wall of jargon, i present to you more accessible and simple prose. ever thought what you're gonna do in life? or to be more immediate, what you're gonna do post jc/poly/whatever. for the longest time i was set on going to law school, blazing a trail through it. but then other options present themselves. economics, business, and other stuff in the media which i like. which to pursue? obviously its a hurdle i won't have to cross so soon, and even if i choose something i'll have plenty of time to change my mind.

okay set that aside and let's wonder why we're doing all this. is it so i can make obscene amount of money and amass a fleet of luxury exotic cars to park in any one of my many equally-luxurious homes? ~~Of course!~~ Perhaps. But materialism is just but a small part of life. its coveted, definitely, but most good stuff is overrated. i can break necks with fast cars and sneakers but it'll be no use if i'm a shallow person obsessed with such stuff (just an example, don't be getting any ideas here haha). gotta be nice, folks.

imagine if you will, that you die tomorrow *reaches for wood* . Who would care? Your family of course. That's what they're there for, and i'm sure we're grateful for it. But how about your friends - would they care? Have you cultivated and nurtured strong friendships with people who will stick with ya through anything? If not then go face the ~~wall~~ mirror and reflect on yourself. let's hope you've got some good people to hang around with, cos life is that much more fun that way, ya dig?

sorry for the morbid stuff, but i guess it helps you think with more perspective. find good people and stick like glue. after trying so long and hard, its nice to see something in return. its really nice. hope y'all love me as much as i love y'all haha. okokok i think there's been a major overdose of philosophical nonsense, and the only mumbo jumbo i want is mambo nite at zouk and maybe some jumbo seafood after that.

normal transmission should return shortly. 3

read between the lines

2006-10-01T22:40:00.000+08:00

Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if you want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head