hmm. CJ.

so far, it's been cool. but there's something funny about it though. maybe it's just me but when i'm in CJ, i have this weird...i-don't-know what. it's like i'm happy and gay as sunshine there but miserable at the same time. i wasn't feeling this way in SRJC. hmm. but yeah, CJ's been cool.

well, i've been soaking up the CJ experience and i think imma gonna breaka thisa down into segments or something, otherwise there'll just be nothing but a complete mess.

Facilities, Environment...Blah Blah Blah

hmm. haven't exactly been into every nook and cranny in the school but it's pretty much a nice campus. it's got this warm, homely feeling about it. it's also very, WARM, literally. for some reason, heat gets trapped in almost every space of the campus, so wherever you go in the school, on a sunny day, it's hot. in the canteen, it's HOT. at the grandstand, it's HOT. in the middle of nowhere in some corridor, it's HOT. it takes a while to acclimatise to the CJ weather.

the campus looks big on the outside, but it actually is rather small. and there are little stairways and such at corners and places you wouldn't really notice. so there's pretty much access to anywhere in the school. ONE pathetic thing about the school though, is the field and track. the field is being replanted or something. hence, the soccer team has to book outside pitches to train in [more of that later]. the track is the sad one. it is this little two-lane, 330 metre retangular circuit. AND it is stated in some official guide thing, that the 90 degree bends are to simulate actual marathon conditions. sure sure, and the pimples on my nose are there to give me a more dynamic complexion.

the canteen is rather small. not to mention, hot. fans there are scarce. the classrooms are small too and with the influx of dragon babies, making up such a big-ass cohort, they're even smaller with more tables and chairs added in to compensate for the increase in class size. there's this new block though. looks nice but it's only for the J2s. so, next year then [or next, next year].

ugh. enough about the building. BORING.

People

the wonderful thing about the people in CJ is that they're really really, really really really, friendly. it's not difficult to make friends there. they're the kind of folks who let you in on their conversation openly, so that you don't feel left out. maybe it's just the '88 babies that are like that, but they're really nice people. they are also happening people. friendly and happening. McRon and Tuo Zhi are fine examples. on the first day, McRon helped me settle in. Tuo Zhi helps me to meet more people. coolness. and thanks to the both of them. it's a bit cliquish though but tell me a place where there are no cliques.

OH and another thing is, they all communicate in ENGLISH. HALLELUJAH, English-speaking folk. no cheena-ness. some of them love speking in the English language so well, that they can do accents! how cool is that? my classmate, Darryl can do an English accent! i was very excited when i heard him do it. he can also do Italian, French, Honkie and many others. he and i were conversing in different accents in Sentosa on Tuesday. COOL-NESS. then his friend, Christian, ALSO can do the accent and his normal speech is that of an Englishman! like, WHOA! we can like form some Englishmen club or something and go around school talking in the accent and annoying the shit out of everyone. i can be Herbert, and they can be Rupert and Hubert or something.

due to the recent orientation program, i feel that we've all kind of bonded really well. the school is rather united. it's not the kind of unity whereby it exist only in big events, it's the ever-present kind. it's like, almost everyone knows everyone. coolness. the people there are also rather enthu. hence, the school is mostly buzzing the whole time too.

Sub-Component: Neighbours

well, neighbours. hmmm. there really isn't a shortage. but i feel that it can be improved. ha. i don't know. haven't been really looking all over the place but i think there are a few HMJs around. but still, there's enough to please the common phallus-armed animal.

oh boy, i'm quite spent now. er, will continue another day i guess.

"We trace the sun across the sky
And we laugh till we cry"

don't really have the mood to blog. but the first day in CJC was alright i guess. kind of boring really. maybe it's cause it's the second time they're doing it, so it's less enthu. but the people there are alright. friendly-folk. well, it's actually thanks to Elsa to introduce me to my first acquaintence: McRon. funny guy, can tell that he's damn famous in the school.

it was surreal to be in a Catholic environment again. i was shell-shocked when they said prayers in the morning. like, WHOA, i never said prayers as part of assembly for millenia. really surreal. felt like i was in MSHS Pri again. speaking of MSHS Pri, saw a lot of my MSHS Pri school mates. still can remember their names. Manfred Seet [now an altar server at IHM], Darryl [the tow kay], Henry Teo [chicken], Trevin [don't know why, but the memory of him that immediately pops into my head is the one where he takes a damn long piss in the toilet. hmm.]. think there might be more but it's still the first day and i hadn't had the chance to fully immerse myself in it.

i don't know. something about CJC. maybe i've been so entrenched in cheena and heartland culture for the past few years, that i just feel uncomfortable there. what's more, i'm from MACPHERSON. like what the hell? CJC's like SJI, IJ, ACS, MSHS territory. who am I to suddenly try to fit in. i don't know. just feels awkward. ah, fuck it. maybe's cause it's the first day.

sigh.

"This silence kills me faster
Than a bolt of lightning
It seems, it seems, it seems
That i'm quickly fading

Perhaps i'm already gone
Perhaps, perhaps
I no longer sing for anyone
Mayhap, Mayhap"

yesterday morning's victory over merseyside blue has just galvanised my love for Liverpool. truly a match that would go down in the history books as one of the most memorable ones. not only was it significant, it was also exciting.

i had never seen so many players picking up injuries in one match. the number of yellow cards was also staggering. but, it's Everton, what else would you expect. Baros was rather unlucky. he could've scored a hat-trick and for all his hard work and running, all he got was a red card. sad really.

well, after the match, Vic and Ken went on with the xbox party. i'm reading Kenneth's blog now and it seems that they played until 5am. my god. but still, not enough to match the intense gaming therapy of the post Carling Cup Final xbox party, which lasted till 8am, for me at least. i KO-ed first last night, cause i was really tired. we all woke up at lunch time and gamed some more. then, i had to painfully and reluctantly request that they leave as it was time for Goth Day.

Goth Day, was cool.

after Vic and Ken left, JT came over to help goth me up. a few skilled strokes and some smudging with an eyeliner, and presto, a goth/punkgoth look for me. coolness. i was in my GC inspired all black outfit. then, we went to watch Hostage which i have a few things to say about. but first, the funny thing about being goth-ed up.

the first steps into the outside world as a goth were rather funny. stares were abundant. and i soon found out the fun side of being goth-ed up in spite of it supposedly being a sad, dead thing. for one thing, eyeliner makes your eyes stand out [yes, i just realised that. or is it SUPPOSED to do that?]. another thing is, a dude wearing it attracts attention.

i was in the train with JT on the way to Lido. then, this kid who just entered the train was staring at me from the corner of his eye. i kept looking back at him, glaring at him with my new 'death stare'. the more i looked at him, the more he retreated into the center of the car. it was really funny. that's the funny thing about wearing eyeliner. people keep staring at you but since your eyes have been made to stand out, you have a more 'powerful' stare when you look back at them. once you stare back, they pretend that they weren't staring at you, which was really funny. wearing it also makes you look intimidating and less approachable. i guess people aren't really comfortable talking to people who look like the walking dead.

like when JT and i were about to enter the cinema, the ticket guy [who was an old fart] took one look at me and did not dare to ask if i was the legal age [since Hostage is rated NC-16]. instead, he attacked JT, who was not allowed to go in due to some lame ass reason. the staff at the counter rectified it and we were finally allowed to watch it.

for those out there wanting to watch Hostage, don't go in the cinema with high expectations. the story is rather draggy but the acting is rather good. the main antagonist, a creepy, disturbed youth called Marshall or Mars, played by someone who looks like Giovanni Ribisi [or maybe it IS him], is truly freaky. Bruce Willis does well as a cop, haunted by his past. he sure does a lot of weeping and crying in the movie. either he's a real sensative guy, or he's as gay as sunshine and a big wuss. overall, i think it's alright. i don't know why it's rated NC-16 though. the only violence is in the slow motion gun fights which were so slow, you got to see how the blood splatters and the graphic depictions of the life story of the bullets entering and exiting the heads of its victims. if that's violent, you haven't seen Saving Private Ryan yet. THAT show was truly violent and coincidentally also had Giovanni Ribisi in it.

oh well, Goth Day was fun and i wouldn't mind doing it again. it's sort of like a Sociology experiment too. you get to toy with peoples' MINDS. how cool is that?

"The fire department couldn't drown the city
They didn't even try to wash it clean"

i'm red. yes, i'm a Reds fan but i'm literally, red. i look like Satan himself with my shirt off, i swear. IF Satan was a red little stick boy.

been feeling lazy nowadays. quite an eventful week actually but i couldn't bring myself to spill it out here. well, went to Palawan today again, hence the redness. only saw one neighbour worth looking at, to me at least. played frisbee, soccer against some MALAYS. yes, malays, they were good lamers. Most of the time we were just lying on the beach, soaking up the sun's rays, making Vitamin D, producing melanin, basking in the radiated brilliance of the sun. i could do this every day.

i have the desire to go goth for a day.

Nick Ng is BACK and so is Tian. nick can get Werd gigs at POW! How cool is that?

my god, this is a short entry.

one more paragraph to say that i'm going off cause it's 3am in the morning and i want to KO.

"TAAAAAAAAAKE
take it away!"

lately, i have nothing to blog about. no thoughts to publish.

blogging has evolved into some disgusting dumping ground for people who have nothing to say. i'm talking about those who give you every single detail of their otherwise mundane lives. from what they do when they wake up to what they do before they sleep. some are full of irrelevant crap that no one really cares about. even worse are those online 'Ah Lians' who add unnecessary letters into their words.

here's a typical 'Let-Me-Tell-You-About-Every-Detail-About-My-Day-No-Matter-How-Interesting' type of blogger's entry:

"today, woke up at 9am. Went to the toilet to brush my teeth. Then, went to bathe. Then, i ate breakfast. Had kaya bread for breakfast which was sweet and nice. the coffee was a bit bitter but i was too lazy to get sugar. then, i took the newspaper and glanced through it. nothing interesting. then, i took up the remote and turned on the TV. first, i saw some soap opera which was not interesting, so i switched to the Discovery Channel which was worse. Then, the phone rang and i answered it. Was the wrong number.................................................................................."

i swear, anyone who can continue from here, all the way till the guy shuts his eyes before he goes to bed, can go kill themselves. i don't understand how people blog shit like this and why. they're just blogging for the sake of it. they're not publishing thoughts. i'm talking about those who don't put a single thought in their entries. they just plainly describe the lame, boring shit they go through every day. like, who gives a rat's ass if you had KAYA BREAD for breakfast? come on! they should have a blog review committee to screen blogs and forbid those who do this from blogging ever again.

next, is the typical 'Ah Lian/Beng' cum the previous kind of entry:

"today horx, went to tampines mall wif my jie mehx... went to watch the show wif the cute cute actor... dunno wad his name larx..but he was realli damn cute lorx..hahaz..then we go macdonald to eat..i ate big mac..so bigx! i had to ask my jie mehx to help me finish lorx.. tat's how big it was lorx..dunno why macdonald's burgers are so big! but burger king burgers are bigger canz? anyway..saw a bunch of CCGs at one corner.. den one of my jie mehx making eye contact.. then one of them winkx back! so funny lorx.. den after dat.. the most cute cute one cum up and ask for my number lehx! i was like..damn pai seh larx..damn happy also larx..but din wan to look like a despo..so i act a bit like dao him first.. den i give him lorx..haven call me yet..but i tink he will soon larx..i hope so..hahaz........................................................................................................................."

if you're still ALIVE to read up to here, either you are a very special human being or you practice yoga or something. every fibre of my body was cringing in terror when i wrote that. it so happens that my mind has been poisoned to the extent that i can manifest an entire passage of such evil from scratch. or it so happens that all of them sound the same.

again, blogger should just napalm those who do this kind of blogging. it occupies precious websapce that can be used for Tsunami Relief Websites or more space for systems like the JAE, so that it doesn't get stuck. they should be napalmed and have their graves defiled with radioactive shit.

and THEN, there are those who think their blog is the only blog people read. they think that every entry of theirs is the equivalent of a well-known tabloid's latest scoop, so eagerly anticipated and sought after. they think they have an audience to entertain with their entries. they'll be all like, "HI EVERYONE! I know i haven't been blogging for a while, so sorry to keep you waiting. anyway, here i am, blogging now, so don't worry. i'm back! ha ha ha........................"
and then, they'd go on to blog about every SINGLE DETAIL about their day. and if the blogger was a Lian, she would do it with all the "x"s and "lor, lah, leh, meh". NAPALM THEM ALL, i say. may their souls rest in the dungeons of blogging hell.

oh well. THAT's out of my system. went jamming today, although it kind of sucked. my opinion that class acts come to Boon was confirmed when a band full of chinks and one Caucasian was waiting for us to finish. they looked like they had class. there was one lamer band, but i think i'll call them a malay band. since, (A) they weren't singing metal, (B) they had a female vocalist (C) they didn't have the mat accent. went to play football at the PP court for a while. then food at Macs, then back to the court for some kicking around. Colin, the only MacPhersonian left among us, had to go home early as school beckoned the next day. Victor and i sat at the court and had a chat in the nice cool weather. talked about quite a lot, which was rather cool, since i never really talked to Vic that much. one of the things we discussed was about the above subject. when i came back at like 1am, i realised that i had scared my mom shitless. i'm totally sorry for worrying her like that and should've at least brought my phone. oh well, maybe i'd do it again when i'm older or something. when i'm at the age when i'm too old to be raped or anything that can happen at night.

oh and i called Bloong at a wonderful time today to ask about the gig. he was in the middle of popping a rather important question to a certain someone and i so happened to call him and make a nuisance out of myself. sorry Ben, but you did GET it after all right. you GOT it la.

time to catch some Zs i think. Ken and Vic coming over for an xbox party in a few hours.

"He would never say never
But no one can wait forever"

Werd would like to express it's gratitude to Benedict Loong Kai Siang or Bloong, for bravely accepting the role of bassist to replace our fallen comrade, Victor, for the gig. Bloong hails from TheySawUs, an extremely wonderful band with a wicked, kick-ass sound and cool dudes, even though i've never heard or met them. the POINT is, Werd is saved from the evil clutches of bass-less-ness-ism. thank you Bloong, we just hope that you do not busted us because of, ahem, HER. la la la la la la la la la la la la la.

anyways, since it's already tomorrow, i'll blog about yesterday.

woke up at 1pm [relatively early], saw Dom and Vic online, so i asked them out. the rain spoiled movie plans and a trip to Dom's crib. we ended up entertaining ourselves at the LAN[no, not you, Lan] shop opposite church. Vic and I were 'pwningz' Dom and Colin, even though we haven't been within smelling distance of a LAN shop for ages. CS got boring after a while, then we tried Frozen Throne DotA, much to the disinterest of Dom and Colin who left the game. after the gaming, it was off to ker-fiss or KFC, for food. ate while we did some neighbour watching.

well, i just realised that my previous entry was 'f*cking' angsty, which put Vic in a really bad light. well, it was just an impulsive entry really, i was just letting it out. no intention to make Vic the baddie in any way. he can't make it for the gig ONLY, I HOPE. so he'd better come back and help us for our EP. hee.

oh my, a random thought just popped in my head. sorry Lan, this would have to be at your expense. what if, Lan had a shop. 'Lan's Shop'. Lan's Shop of Coincidence, Lan's Qiao Shop. Lan Shop. Lan's Lousy Shop, Lan's Lan Shop. or Lan's LAN Shop. okay, enough. so what would Lan sell in his shop? well, he could sell LANcome products. he could sell Dan Brown's books cause of the character, Robert LANgdon. a LAN shop would be self-explainatory. my goodness, LANcome products would make Lan, come. okay, i better stop. sorry Lan.

many people are complaining about the screwed JAE system. well, i just have to laugh at the government about this. for all their foresight, from planning Singapore's future since the 60s, they couldn't forsee a jam like this. i mean, they already knew about the influx of births when we were born in 1988 dammit. they had 16 years to see it coming. guess not. this incident with the system is going to tick many people off. so, i wouldn't be expecting a lot of votes for the PAP in the next elections.

hmm, going to SAJC tomorrow to enquire about something, then it'll be off to Kelvin's house for song writing. woo hoo!

"Let's go!
The only way we know!"

fuck. oops, sorry. fuck. oh dear, there i go again! one more time! fuck! wooooo!

please excuse the angst, but Werd just became a 3-piece. Fuck assumptions, fuck no communication, fuck the stupid implicit undertones. fuck the timing. 12 March is coming but there he goes. i'm not mad at you for leaving man but i AM pissed about you not making it clear that your not being able to commit means that you would be going away and not play for us at the gig. an explosion like this would not happen if you told us earlier, as in CLEARLY stated your intentions of leaving Werd. seriously, of course there would be a fizzle, cause you'd be leaving the band we started in sec 3, but nothing more. if you had issues with roles, then i don't mind changing them if it meant keeping us together. Werd's more than just a band man, it's a fellowship. but NOW, two weeks to the gig and you tell me that you TRIED telling me that you can't play for us. come on man. it's sad for us to part ways like this for sure. personally, i think your reasons are a bit dumb, but if the reasons are important ones for you, i respect that. if it's best for you if you left, then it's alright man. we wish you all the best in whatever it is that you can fully commit yourself to. i'm only pissed now because we have to find a replacement to learn the songs and play them like it's second nature. trust me, NOT MANY will want to cram 4 songs worth of bass tabs in their heads, not to mention click with 3 guys you don't really know or never jammed with. please don't take this entry as an attack on you man. i'm just letting it out. i have no bad blood against you cause you're still my friend but i can't help but feel upset about this incident. i hope you understand.

fuck la! now, mention 'Werd' and there's this incomplete feeling i have now. not to make you feel guilty or anything, but this is how i feel. if you feel like you owe us something of whatever, don't. it's already clear that you can't commit. it's like a fucking break up. just, please, be certain of it now. when you left, the first time and came back, we thought that you'd be back for good. then this happens. just be sure next time, in whatever it is, commitment is not a switch you can turn on or off whenever you want to. i guess, the only positive thing out of this, is an intense emotional outburst which can be channeled into a song. thank you. you're the inspiration for this. i'm not spewing sarcastic acid on you, just being optimistic. it's just the sad irony of this. now i know how Ryan Key and co. felt when writing 'Empty Apartment'. it's pretty much the same.

fuck deciding for my JAE too. fuck that.

just FUCK.