school's well..very school-like now. it's operating like one in a clock-work manner. which of course sucks to it's very essence. another sh*t thing about it now is how i don't get to see many of my friends from Mistral, since we're all separated into different classes and courses. we all end at different times and since we're all stuck in different classrooms during tutorials, we don't get to bump into each other like before. it just sucks.

i feel the same feeling i had in MacPherson now. the very weird, lost feeling where i would just don't care about school work [i don't even open my school bag until the next day in school], i don't pay attention in class and i just feel really really miserable in school. the 'for no reason' kind of miserable. i don't have any interest in the subjects i'm studying, particularly Biology. it's now so much more Chemistry-like and unlike the Biology i studied in Secondary School. and maybe it's due to the fact that the lecturers and tutors aren't as interesting and engaging as Ms Han. the lecturer for SURE is as boring as hell. i feel like falling asleep everytime i see her. my tutor is alright, she's a new teacher but there's just something lacking and she doesn't help much in helping me take interest in bio the way i did in MacPherson. maybe i just have to give myself a good kick in the ass to wake up. at least my Chinese tutor is interesting. he's a funny dude and his lesson is really interesting. instead of reading texts and sh*t like that, we learn about proverbs and such. he's very laid-back and that helps as i feel that Chinese teachers who are too firm or rigid tend to make me lose interest in Chinese. my GP tutor is another citizen of boresville. she just looks uninteresting to begin with. her lessons lack pace and depth but then again what do you teach in GP? my Math tutor disturbs me. he's just weird. his method of teaching is weird, he talks weird, he looks weird, he acts weird. my classmates were making fun of how gay and dorky he his. i just don't feel comfortable in his class. he does the half-hearted job of never fully explaining a question or fully guiding us when doing a problem. he would do it half way and not explain how to go on with it. it just leaves me lost. maybe it's just me.

i don't see how my classmates are so spurred on to do their work. they get all excited about finishing this tutorial or that tutorial. i don't even know which tutorial we're at now. my apathy perplexes me. maybe i'm just too subconsciously anxious and worried about my 'O' Level results.

feel. not good now. don't know why. just feel like sh*t again. for nothing feel like sh*t. ah, whatever.

Werd. get better, get good, let's rock like how we should.

"it's hard to say..."

alright, so it's just one but it's worth the use of three to describe the exact same feeling.

Kelvin just played for me a sample of a song over MSN Messenger he created and boy does it sound good. at least, in my opinion. he was shifting through two chords and their minors and majors but it sounded so nice. it had this angsty-exasperated tone but with hope lingering in the background and a silent tear being shed somewhere. woo, a few seconds of listening to it and the possibilities already started rolling in. Werd's on the right track. all it needs is some harmonies here and a little lead riff there, a nice beat, funkified bass bomping and voila, one of Werd's first songs.

he kind of reminded me that the basics are best. Dom and i were at Boon today to try and create some new beats to the riffs we already had. we ended up with some smooth, jazzy ones that were full of classy rhythms and funk but lacked a certain energy. Lots of the ride and snare caressing which made the room feel like a lounge.

i guess when we do something wrong, we try to find a reason as to what caused it. sometimes we blame other things and our environment. but most of the time we have to look within ourselves and ask ourselves why. we have to draw a line between reason and excuse. the two should not become confused with each other. in time excuses would be the reason why we are failing. i guess we should seriously shut out the excuses and stop listening to them ourselves and realise that we are responsible for what we do, our every action. we all have the ability to do what we want if we just put our hearts into it and not make excuses when we fail. just try again.
just do it (C).

as the great Master Yoda once said, "There is no try, only do or do not."

anyways, hopefully Werd will get material materialized soon. hopefully the gig isn't too soon. maybe we might get our material recorded and with some connections, get signed or something. okay, that's too much to think about. we just need to concentrate on getting the material done. one day at a time.

"suddenly these pictures are running through my head.."
[Kelvin's SONG!!!]

i guess school's about over now. i'm feeling better today and am actually well enough to go to school but since my MC covers today as well, why let it go to waste.

i have still have Friday to deal with and i heard that Haziq aka Ronaldinho has quit school! gasp. i wonder why but i guess he has his reasons. besides, it's only the first three months. he could spend this time further honing his divine football skills into god-like, unequivocal awesomeness. my throat still hurts like hell and i hopr that it recovers in time for a Werd session. then we'd be able to get things started in preparation for the charity gig. oh and i'm finally getting my ocular enhancements tomorrow! although i don't know how i would look like without my old busted up pair of trusty, bendy specs. at least they won't be busted up no more and i won't add another horizontal scar on my nose bridge. i'll leave it to be as Adidas as it is.

Liverpool are in the Carling Cup final. that's good but i think they should play better if they want to win Chelsea.

nothing to say anymore and my cough medicine is making me drowsy. sh*t, i have tutorials to finish.

"light makes shadows fall.."

you know Nike's logo? it's called the 'swoosh'. the latter is how the last few days have been- one big swoosh. it passed so fast that i can't really remember what happened.

i think i played football on Saturday and went cycling after that. oh, and Liverpool lost to Southampton [dammit!]. then on Sunday i went to help my mom out with her Tupperware party which wasn't so bad as there was a neighbour there [hee]. and, today is Monday. damn that's fast.

so.

okay, this is sadness. nothing happening happened. but a happening happening is coming up. ben's in this committee in charge of organising a charity concert of some sort for the tsunami victims. he's offered Werd a slot of which we are utterly grateful for. he told me that big local acts like Electrico might also be playing, a thought that is totally exciting me to the tiny fibres of my bone marrows. i already have some possibilities played out in my mind but i don't think i should keep my hopes too high. the main focus for Werd right now is to finished all the original stuff and play them well. i hope Dom [ahem ahem] doesn't give any more lame-ass excuses for not playing well and i hope he can extend his attention span tenfold. i hope Victor [ahem ahem] can help us out even if he wants to play the guitar and abandon the much detested bass role. i hope Kelvin and i don't 'zhao sia' on the day itself. if Victor really doesn't want to play the bass, even for just this one time, then i guess we have to bring in someone else to play for us. i don't know. the last thing Werd needs now at such an opportunistic time like this is a dissatisfaction of roles. i pray that all goes well and that many people will come and donate.

tutorials have started in sRJC. i have days ending at like 4.45pm. that's thursday and those two periods before 4.45 are P.E! how cool is that? one and a half hours of P.E. we could play a full match [without half-time]! other than that, i end around 3 or 4. which is not so bad after all, considering the fact that i don't live miles away from school. but one thing's for sure, the damn tutorials [or worksheets, i don't know why they call them tutorials. they should be called tutorial workesheets, which i think is what the teachers actually call them but i failed to notice] are a huge pain in the ass. imagine inch-thick stacks of A4 size papers, strewn with quandaries and problems, all staring at you menacingly in the face, waiting for you to pick up a pen and TRY to solve them. sometimes, i swear i can hear evil, bellowing laughter resonating from between the pages. okay, maybe i'm exaggerating a bit [a bit?!]. but still, tutorials are a pain in the ass. i'm considered lucky though, other JCs had their tutorials started long, long ago. so, i pretty much have a month of tutorials.

a month of tutorials! that means a month left to the results of the dreaded 'O's! oh woe is me! woe is anyone waiting for their results too! the day of horror is coming! COMING!

okay i think i got carried away.

i think my throat is collapsing on itself. it feels like tissue is growing inward, narrowing the gullet's cavity. i guess it's what they call an inflammation of the throat and everytime i engage in peristaltic activities of the oesophagus, pain ensues. anything that goes down, makes me go 'ow'. like now. ow. anyway, sorry to blooooooooo-ooooo-ooo-ooooo-ooo-oo-ooo-eeee-ah-ah-ooongs for busted-ing him on the cycling thing. but serves you right for joining MCS you LAMER. go, go! do your Chinese New Year Dikir Barat which is actually very funny but even funnier because you are doing it.

i'm spent. crap i have to do my tutorials.

"the singer finished singing and she's walking out... the singer sheds a tear, fear of falling out..."

boring.

uneventful.

dreary.

dry.

soporific.

interminable.

mundane.

stodgy.

basically, YAWN.

the past few days have been an absolute bore. life in SRJC has becoming nothing but a 5-hour wave of lectures and sleepy breaks. i haven't even begun participating in ELDS yet. but there's a meeting tomorrow, so i'll see how it goes.

i just realised that it's only Tuesday. Ahhh! i have a feeling that it's going to be a long week, even though it's only four-days long. well, i got my Civics Group already. the male to female ratio is sad. there are approximately 3 girls to every dude. the dudes aren't exactly happening but friendly nontheless. once again, i break the ice with Muslims. that's not an insult or anything. it's just a fact i'm stating. just like how the first friend i made was Haziq, the Ronaldinho lookalike with the ball skills to match, my first friend was MOHAMMED [or however you spell it]. then, there was ABBAS. a Shi'ite and a Sunni respectively. then of course, since there were three other guys, Caleb, Shaun and [oh god] the other Jonathan [Cho], the ones with the phalluses decided to stick together, outnumbered by the femmes. for the ACFC squad, there are 2 neighbours in my class. one has a really nice defined face but has the build of our old 'friend', one Sandra Carrie Lai Yu Mei. but she's tall. seriously, TALL. i think she's Colin's height, and Colin is ACFC's tallest member. then, there is another one, scaled-down though. her side profile is totally like Yohanna's. she's alright.

right, i'm stuck with nothing to say. time to end off with a quote from a song, like i always do [or at least sometimes].

"all i know.. is gone"

for some reason, i'm awake at 2.39 am, typing this entry. i'm hungry and tired but i'm still awake. oh yes, Risen Christ Superstar.

well, 'I Don't Know' made it's debut performance after one jamming session. "Empty Apartment" by Yellowcard was our choice song because of the beauty of it's simplicity AND also because it was the easiest and only song we could play. we rehearsed in the church hall at about 3pm and Jude was getting all worried that he lacked practice and would screw up. Dom was being Dom. Nick didn't need to worry, his bass ability looked to be in-born [even though it was his first time touching a bass guitar]. i was too sleepy and hungry to be anxious. soon, it was time and the other performances passed quickly [we were the last to perform]. it wasn't the best performance, the drummer had delayed reactions but the song's pace was kept up anyway. when we finished, Benedict presented us with a McDonald's Chicken McNugget (TM) . a somewhat appreciative gesture but we thank him for that! Nicholas was like saying that it would be easier if all the money donated was put into one box; OUR box. in the end, we got second place and 'James and Linette' got the grand prize of $300 Takashimaya vouchers. we got the second prize of $200 Taka vouchers. it was a blessing in disguise for we would not have been able to split the $300 four ways. it doesn't really matter, actually. the main thing was that we got the moolah for the home. like Nick said, it was easier if all the money was in one box. i guess James and Linette's box was prettier than ours.

there might be such another fund-raising cum contest event next year. so expect to see more of 'I Don't Know' in the Church of the Risen Christ. sigh, in lieu of this, it would be great for Werd to get back to regular jamming again. Victor has been working all the time and Kelvin's got school started. hopefully, we can finish some of the songs we created and make something out of it. maybe get a few gigs.

bah.

"the rock is pushing, the hard place is pulling but i'm still stuck on the fence, taking it one day at a time, no prognostications being heeded"

FINALLY. i can update. my computer had been plagued by some virus and i couldn't access the internet at all. sent it to the computer repair dude who brought it back today.

SRJC's been alright so far. there's much more skipping of lectures and sleeping in the study area now [that's what makes it alright]. i went for the soccer try outs today with ben. guess what! we both didn't get in! no surprise there. but i guess we had fun anyway. i only got one touch of the ball and i passed it to the feet of some guy who didn't bother to return it to the sender. ben did one bone-crunching tackle on one of the guys who eventually got selected. he really can slide someone to death. it was rather difficult to prove yourself cause you wouldn't get much of the ball since everyone else was trying to prove themsleves worthy by making solo runs from one half of the pitch to the other. there weren't many lamers, surprisingly. but anyway, ben has the MALAY CULTURAL SOCIETY to fall back on while i have ELDS.

it was the funniest thing. ben saw the MCS lamers doing dk barat or whatever and he thought that it was some band thing. so he went to sign up. then he had realised he had joined a lamer club so he tried to cancel his name but i guess they were so hard up for members [not to mention ben's lamer-like looks] that they didn't allow him to do so. hence, ben is now officially one of the lamers.

it's been a little over a week since my maid left. it's been rather taxing trying to adjust to domestication. i have had to hand bleach my uniform every day since i only have two sets. so, my right hand has the perpetual smell of chlorine. it's not really nice to have the smell of an alkaline substance etched into your skin, especially for a dude. cause dudes also excrete an alkali substance upon, ahem, so yeah. it's quite gross. for the ACFC people, it's not because of daily 'snake playing'. my domestication process has also exposed the klutzy side of me. i was pouring freshly boiled water from a kettle into a jug the other day, when the lid came off and spilled the boling mass of transparent liquid onto my left hand. at first it hurt, and i withdrew my hand instantly. then, after a while, there was no pain. i thought that it was because i was not seriously scalded but then i realised that i had destroyed the nerves and receptors on the surface of my skin. hence, the lack of pain. all i have now is this mark that looks like a really bad sun burn. not to mention the lack of feeling in the purplish area.

Risen Christ Superstar is coming up. hope we do well and maybe even win. 'I Don't Know' might just go places.

"call me out...."
[Lan's favourite 3 words]

my body clock is a mess. clearly i need to readjust to waking up early. i'm still in the "sleep at 2am, wake up at 2pm" mode. so, it's really taking it's toll on me. i'm tired all the damn time. i would crash at 2am and wake up at 6am.

the past two days have been rather uneventful. other JCs still have their orientation going on while we have to sit in lecture theatres the whole day listening to the monotonous mumbling of the tutors. i remembered sleeping in every lecture on thursday. today's lectures intimidated me, especially the chemistry and GP lectures.

the first thing the chemistry lecturer did when she came into the LT was flash transperancies. she gave us a 5 minute introduction to A-Level chemistry then started teaching us one component. my goodness did it scare the sh*t out of me. it was something about measuring the pH of a substance. she rushed through it as if she was revising an old topic with the A-Levels hours away. i was like three steps behind her and i was amazed how fast everyone else around me was able to catch what she was saying. i was even more shocked when LOGARITHMS were applied. everyone's jaw dropped when they saw -log10[H+] suddenly appear. it was to determine the pH. she said that it was the most basic formula in JC chemistry. when she said that, it made me sick. then she drew a graph that looked like a cubic graph. i wanted to die then. i'm eyeing the course with biology, chemistry and mathematics. but now, after seeing what chemistry is like, i'm having second thoughts. but looking at the other courses, there's not much of a choice for me. i was thinking of taking economics, but if there was no 3 subject combination with biology and economics. sad.

the GP lecture was just as bad. if there's one thing i hate, it's arrogant teachers who think students should make time for them because they have degrees or other such qualifications. the lecturer was being a bitch. she didn't have her laptop working for her power point presentation, so she made us copy down meaningless sh*t. she talked with this air of sarcasm, putting us down with sharp remarks. like when there was this word "inevitable" she was like, "you DO know what it means right? well i suppose it's alright if people like you don't know it." not many people caught what she said cause she was busy yakking her big ass mouth away while everyone was copying down the crap she projected on the screen when her laptop started working. i immediately felt insulted. like what the hell, you're a damn teacher for gooodness' sake. how can you have such a perspective of a student? the whole time she was talking sh*t and reminded me of a certain teacher i had once and it brought me a feeling of despair. are ALL english teachers like that? if they are, i might as well start speaking chinese. i also learned that GP is more of journalist training than english class. in a way, it's quite cool but it's drier. i only know that i won't be looking forward to studying it if my teacher was that lecturer [the subject head too, sheesh].

i don't know what CCA to take yet. the influx of the variety of CCAs has overwhelmed me [since MacPherson is devoid of any happening CCA]. i was thinking of joining the guitar ensemble, but i seriously don't think i'm good enough. then i was also thinking of joining soccer but for sure i know i'm not good enough. but i'll try out for it anyway. then again, there's ELDS which is pretty much a debating club. i may just join it cause it looks interesting and it helps a LOT for your GP. so, we'll see.

boring, boring, boring. i need to rewind my body clock.

what a day. it was the third and final day of the SRJC orientation and boy, was it a climatic ending to the three days.

in the morning, we did cheers again and danced to "Let's Get It Started" again. benedict was watching the girl he liked danced and told me that he was floored when she danced during a certain part of the song. the dance move was some sensual shifting of the shoulders. ben was like, "you got see when she was doing the [does the shoulder thing] part? wah, orgas ah." the whole thing was hilarious.

then we had station games reminiscent of the ones we always have during league camps. only one was messy, the rest were classics [dog and bone etc] and my group, Mistral 8, was winning most of our games, much to our delight. Mistral seemed to be the most enthu OG of all the OGs. everywhere we went, we would be chanting "Mistral, Mistral" and clapping along. when other Mistral groups were nearby, we would cheer them on. really spirited. i think the only other family who matched our spirit was Inferno. kind of fitting. but i think they're just intense, not really spirited. heck, they have a bloody drill sergeant screaming his trachea out to get them cheering. it's just so damn intimidating, that i feel that they're cheering out of fear of him and not because they felt like cheering. we all got kind of messy and sweaty after that and it didn't feel very pleasant. then, only for Mistral, we did the college couple dance again. there was total segregation and it seemed like it turned into a dance for homosexuals. i partnered ben and i pissed him off cause i didn't remember any of the steps and screwed up badly. he wanted to partner the girl he was infatuated with but he was too slow and she got paired with another dude who was like friends with her. ben was a bit disappointed and kept looking at her when we were dancing.

then, for the fiesta camp fire night, the Mistral PLs performed as they represented Mistral. ours was the last performance and we kind of impressed the teacher judges during a rehearsal earlier before the fiesta, judging by their raised eyebrows and exchange of looks. the dancing and miming went off without a hitch and due to the large space we had [we performed at the parade square], the extra time we had was taken up well as we had to walk a longer distance to get to our dance partners. then, there were some neo-bhangra performers with a line up of four with drums, indian instruments and a keyboard. it was kind of catchy at first but then it dragged on and on again so it got kind of boring and it was not like everyone there knew how to appreciate that kind of music. but the front man grabbed the mike and got us on our feet. then everyone started dancing around and jumping, running in circles and all the standard things you do when there's a large crowd of people and loud music. after that, we had the announcement of the champion OG for the orientation. guess which OG won.

MISTRAL! yes, we won and the whole of Mistral was on their feet, cheering louder than ever before. it was evident then that Mistral was the most united OG despite having 200++ members. i guess all the cheering made us really tight. so Mistral won and the elation was overwhelming. after distributing the prizes [some little snacks], the Mistral PLs when on to Heartland mall for some BK. i joined them and we all had quite a fun time getting to know each other more. oh, i forgot one thing.

before we left, since the girl ben liked was a PL too, he offered to take photographs of the PLs. so we were posing and ben was being his usual self. he counted to one then snapped a photo. he did that many times and i thought that it was peculiar. when the photos were done i went to look at the camera [a digital one] and true enough, he out of the many shots he took, only one was of the PLs. the rest were close ups of the girl he liked! it was damn funny. it wasn't even his camera and he was zooming in and taking shots. then, he took a picture with her and i could see he was trying to suppress a grin. damn funny.

having more fun in SRJC than i thought i would have. it feels nostalgic as the people there are pretty much smarter versions of the people in MacPherson. and i feel that i should have a change of environment in my JC years. so i most probably would not be staying if i do well for my Os [which i highly doubt]. if my doubts are correct, i woul definitely come to SRJC. the 3 days have shown me of what to expect in a seemingly humble school, tucked inside the serangoon heartlands.

time will tell.

day 2 at SRJC. more 'funner' than yesterday. i guess it's because you're more familiar with the place now.

first thing we did in the morning was more cheers and a jeer. a jeer needed to put down other families or houses. then we learnt this rather cool dance that they created. it was to "Let's Get It Started" by the Black Eyed Peas. quite fun. we also had a tour of the school and learned the school song. then, i got selected as a PL [peer leader] without me knowing it. we were at the gallery when one of the OGLs pointed at my direction but they seemed to be looking at the person in front of me. so i thought they were like pointing at her and asking us if she should be the PL. so iwas nodding heavily to get it over it. then i realised that they were pointing at me. by then it was already too late to back out. i wanted to protest but when i noticed that other PLs were actually good-looking neighbours, i decided to stay as a PL afterall.

Being a PL was not as bad as i thought as it would be. the other PLs were the more so called happening people. they weren't as quiet and stoned as most of the freshmen and it was quite fun being around them [especially the neighbours]. all we had to do was lead the cheers and be enthu. how cool was that? or so i thought.

later, our OFL [Orientation Family Leader] told us that we PLs had to perform on wednesday night [fiesta night] to represent Mistral. i was shocked. i didn't want to dance or whatever in front of so many people! but there was no escape so what the hell, just do it. we planned to stay back after dismissal to discuss about our performance and it turned out to be a good time.

but first, another milestone in the Chronicles of Benedict's SRJC Girl Hunt.

it turned out that one of the PLs was the girl he wanted to dance with yesterday! *GASPS* well, i must admit she was pretty but she was a bit, um, rotund? plump i should say. but she wasn't like bulging all over the place. so she was it. ben very intricately brought me to a bench in the canteen during reccess, where the girl was. he was like looking at her from the corner of his eye. he kept bugging me to start a conversation with her cause she was a fellow PL but i had not known her that well yet. he was planning to butt into our conversation and then take it from there. fat chance. i told him he was on his own [evil laughter]. he didn't do anything, so he left with nothing achieved. but, at the end of the day, after we were dismissed, he plucked up enough courage to go up to her, ask her her name and number. i was watching him from afar. she wasked for his contact too and i saw him mouth "Benedict" and she put his number in her phone. hats off to ben for that valiant and brave effort. but i fear that his efforts are somewhat futile. the girl had guys following her around like flies to sh*t. i'm going to see what he does tomorrow.

so much for the milestone. we stayed back after dismissal together with other people from Mistral who wanted to help. we decided to do a dance thing along to a classic Beatle's song, "I Wanna Hold Your Hand". i asked ben to stay back to help and for good reason; the girl he liked was a PL. well, it turned out to be some predicament cause the dance involved a main lead guy and a main lead girl. guess who was the lead femme. it was ben's favourite! she was paired up with the guy from the same Mistral as her. he already had something going on with her i think, being in the same Mistral and all so i guess ben better get something started. anyway, the practice was fun, bonded with the PLs better and the performance looked like it's going to be a hit. so i hope we blow away the competition tomorrow and end the orientation on a high.

"i wanna hold your hand... i wanna hold your hand.."

today was the first day of school at Serangoon Junior College or SRJC. it wasn't quite as i expected it to be.

we assembled in the morning at the concourse. everyone was arranged into orienatation groups with weird names like Inferno, Aura, Cosmo, Hydro and Mistral. like what the hell, did they get those names from some final fantasy game or something? my brother was ratlling off to me that mistral was a kind of cold, dry north wind that blows over the Mediterranean coast of France and nearby regions. i checked the dictionary upon hearing his explanation and this is what it said:

mistral n. [[Fr magistralis <>MASTER ]] a cold, dry north wind that blows over the Mediterranean coast of France and nearby regions.

i was in deep thought after that as to how my brother knew of such things. i swear he knows the secrets to life.

so anyway the morning was filled with ice breaker games which i never played before. being in RCCL, you'd think you've seen every ice breaker game, but i was wrong and was enlightened. or maybe i'm just deprived of playing those games. we played something called H20 which was reminiscent of the squirrel and the house game. it was quite alright then we played this couple game which reminded me of duck duck goose. the games were really welcomed by all of the freshmen but i guess, for me, being in league makes you enthusiastic about such games.

then, we learned cheers for the group. i never heard them before but i overheard someone saying that they were OBS cheers so yeah. i never went to OBS [damn]. the cheers were quite cool. then, it was time for food. it was like 11 am so i don't know if it's lunch or breakfast. i didn't really care. i was hungry and it was time for food. i ate some chinese mixed rice with ben and it was not bad. ben wasn't too happy with the place. he was like, "i'm not coming tomorrow..."

then we had some briefing on our courses. after that we had this mass dance in the hall. it was some couple dance which was quite cool. something funny happened to benedict then.

he was eyeing this chick, so he meticulousy lined himself up so that she would be his partner. but, in a sudden turn of events, she got dragged away as they wanted to balance the number of partners. hence, benedict got this indian girl instead. he was unhappy about it and slowly went away and found himself another girl who he claimed was 'okay'. but during the entire time he was dancing, he was looking at everywhere else except the girl's face. really funny.

the neighbours there were alright. about half passed acfc standards. quite a handful were above average but there was one who was of yohanna standard.

overall it was alright i guess. quite boring at times but a new experience nonetheless. looking forward to see what's coming.

three months..sigh...

# posted by J.FO @ 11:00 pm

well. here it is. 2005. damn it's fast. i think i'll die writing about everything that happened this past week. so i'll omit certain things using my discretion.

well, new year's eve was alright. went to kelvin's house in the morning for some last minute practise. we only practised a few songs then went to eat at the prata shop near his home and fooled around with his computer. we left for the Copthorne Orchid at around 3pm and set up for the gig. we went in not expecting anything and we got what we expected. the first songs went about without response but we expected that and didn't give a sh*t. but towards midnight they went wild. we started playing "That Thing You Do" and someone turned the lights down and they went wild. maybe a lack of light was the catalyst to a response. there weren't that many people but there were enough to make a lot of noise. we played till 2005 came about and things went well after that. they were singing along and dancing. it was cool.

2004 is really a sad year. a lot of bad stuff happened for me, the O's being one of them and then this tsunami and earthquake thing came, killing a sh*t load of people. like what the hell, as if things couldn't get any worse.

feeling really tired now. would like to say more but i think i'll save the long entries for 2005. as for the Lost Prophets [or is it Lostprophets], they just rock. give them a listen if you haven't. listen and be enlightened.

"for us, for them, for you"