I'm ready to go.

Happy Lunar New Year everyone.

I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again

I NEED NEED NEED TO BORROW A GOOD DIGITAL CAMERA. DECENT NUMBER OF MEGAPIXELS PLEASE.

PLEASE. ANY GENEROUS, ALTUISTIC, BENEFICIENT, CHARITABLE, BENEVOLENT, CONSIDERATE, EQUITABLE, HELPFUL, GREATHEARTED, HONOURABLE, MAGNANIMOUS, KINDHEARTED, MUNIFICENT, UNSELFISH, PHILANTHROPIC, UNSTINTING, WILLING, AND-ANYTHING-ELSE THAT-IS-GOOD PERSON WILLING TO PART WITH YOUR CAMERA FOR A MONTH, PLEASE CONTACT ME!

thank you

we had heighway on the wing
we had dreams and songs to sing
of the glory of the fields of anfield road

I was packing up paper for recycling the other day (my A-level study material) and stumbled upon my old notes. Back in school, where I had a great appreciation for aesthetically pleasing handwritten names on notes, but little artistic flair to create them for myself, I sought the help of my female classmates - which resulted in many interesting titles:
















Ah yes, the good old days of oppressive meritocracy, quelled only by the naivety of youth. In other words, "I miss school."

Anyway, YES! My flights have been booked, leaving on the 7th of February and coming back on the 8th of March. Will be missing my results but who cares! "F*CK THE GAHMEN AND THEIR NAZI BRAINWASHING!" to quote someone, who is not me.

Hopefully, the ISA won't come looking for me now after such an outburst, and hopefully they would take 2 weeks for their blogosphere scanning systems to detect my words of treason if they do, for I would be then seeking asylum under the cold, grey skies of my old colonial masters.

An e-mail to my mother:

Subject:

Jon's Ldn trip

oh boy. much has happened since my absence. and i don't feel like talking about any of it HAH.

so yes, now is the wait for conscription. in the words of the Soviet flak trooper from C&C Red Alert 2, "At least I have job."

ok till next time then.

we hope you enjoy your stay
it's good to have you with us
even if it's just for the day

that was subtle. farewell beautiful world. i will take on the life of a religious and studious monk. i already have no cable and i have no working computer at home and my internet will be cut off very soon. in short, i will be like a middle-aged coffee shop uncle in the sense that my only window to the outside world is the of newspaper. not that having the outside world cut off will guarantee excellence, but it is (apparently) a necessary sacrifice. this blog will be on indefinite hiatus, or at least until 22nd November. yes, very indefinite indeed.

i guess in this case, lyrics by Gerard Way would fit this occasion like a tight, rubber, protective, latex, formed from a glass mold, long, flexible, transparent, wet and slippery...... KITCHEN GLOVE used to wash the dishes. you perverts.

what's the worse that i can say
things are better off this way
so long and goodnight
so long and goodnight

=)

sorry, random. but don't you think it looks like a horse's head? i mean, look:

once again, i apologise.

waiting for the sirens

zomg.

i just played one of the greatest dota games of my life ever ah. colin can atest to that. 4v5, mid and top totally raxed and we still won. woo.

good friday indeed.

you could've been number one

woo. CJ X-Campus Road Relay today. kudos to Gerard, Kenny and Olive. 7th place is 7th heaven.

TODAY IS NICE NICE MONDAY. if you recall there was once an entry describing OK MONDAY. that Monday was OK. this one was NICE NICE.

had a NICE NICE lunch time movie date. WEEEEEEE. then had NICE NICE training *smiley face* no time for details now.

can't wait for this year to be over.

a heart felt policy
for continuity

people are actually reading this blog! wah.

i stumbled across this list of lightbulb jokes about all the JCs. so i decided to post selected ones here and edit it a bit (cause some of the punchlines lack kick hurhurhur).

shit so many people already posted it on their blogs but for the benefit of people like ben who use my blog as a link to his own blog, (cause typing out hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia whenever your history clears finally proved to suck really badly) i'll save you all the trouble of searching for the jokes and omitting the flat ones.

that was some heavy grammar going on in the above paragraph. probably wrong but i don't care.

OK.

Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: 4 whole faculties. One to design the lightbulb, one to test it out, one to submit a proposal and one to market it.


Q: How many HCI students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: The entire school, to compete with RJC.


Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: They don't need lights to study.


Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change lightbulb?

A: None. They'll use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.


Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: They would rather it be darker. (suggestive sexual connotation)


Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: None. They believe in praying for it.


Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: They are probably still using oil lamps.


Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: Huh, wat litebarb?


Q: How many TJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: None. They think they are already very bright.


and my personal favourite:

Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: The whole school. One to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.

can anyone with rockafella pictures of FA Q please send them to me? thanks to everyone who made that night awesome.

aiya i tired already.

you could be my unintended

Common Tests are over! they've become severely uncommon. hurhur.

orientation 2 next, and Rockefella 3! please do come for it as it's for charity. also, the standard of bands this year has improved. solid musicianship in abundance, and also there's going to be better gear, not like the shit we had for last year. hopefully the Mackie monitors will work fine.

the A-level results for CJ this year were the "best results in 10 years". so said the enthusiastic plasma tv monitors around the school. i felt nothing but the bone-breaking weight of Great Expectations, increasing the amount of activation energy needed to engage the cells necessary for glycolysis, link reaction, kreb's cycle and oxidative phosphorylation, so that my brain can properly deduce the planes and lines i need to travel on so that i can be successful this year. i used all my notes for that sentence. my point is, the expectations we're having now sucks, and it doesn't help that this batch of J2s are more hardworking than the previous one. one thing's for sure though, i don't want to lose out and i think i should stop doing stupid shit (stupid shit being a very general term for playing dota, slacking, procrastinating; you know, stupid shit) and maybe actually do something to help me get past the fucking As. and up to this line of this paragraph it's been all talk and no action so far.

so i think i should go off.

ben gimme your bass. and you amp. and your cables. and your pizza box. then i sell for you at cash converters.

everybody also go army. what the hell. when april comes i'll be damn lonely. =(

but not THAT lonely =)

yes they scream and they shout
for the boys in the band

yes i'm still alive. the only reason i'm blogging now is because my intrinsic (probably genetic) nature to procrastinate and distract myself has taken over. i have GP and Literature CTs tomorrow and lo and behold: i'm blogging. the blog looks like January and February never existed. well, they sort of didn't and that is testament to how fast time is passing by this year. feeling kind of stressed by having to manage my time well but i'm relishing the challenge on one hand and holding my crying face in advance in the other.

in other news, there are probably other things i should say/update but i just DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. so you can all just _______ off.

and how come google can be so rich as to buy over blogger? these are the signs of the entire world being run by corporations in the future. the planet will just be one giant conglomerate. even governments will be bought over; as if they already aren't but oh well. ignorance is bliss. *arpeggios in the background*

LAME.

ok back to the black dude who marries a younger woman of a severely contrasting skin tone with many issues about his image.










i should have just gone to poly la............................................................................

perhaps persistence
would deter a cold destiny
come rub your hands
and bring this to a boil

so dom's in army now.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOB.

he called me today after the BFC by ED. told me that he's aching all over and shit. and that it's not exactly a fat camp, just a group of heavy smokers and people who didn't do their NAPFA. still, it's kind of sad to be away so yeah, dedicate this entry to dom. pray that you'll stay safe in the dire decadence of conscription.

hehehehehehehehehehehe.

come home soon boy.

"Liquor" is spelt that way and not dyslexically, "liqour". just so you know kids.

:*:*:*

you're just too good to be true
can't take my eyes off you
you'd feel like heaven to touch
i wanna hold you so much

FUCK! i didn't update for the whole of November so now my archives looks like i was abducted by aliens, experimented on and probed for 30 days.

just don't have much to say i guess. or maybe i have a lot to say just that i don't want to say it.

hur hur.

will update some other time i suppose. now that i'm free and all. oh i guess i can say something: i'm gonna get my license within the next 4 months. when that happens, watch out muhfuggas. pimping big time.

but i'm leaving now so yeah what the fuck this is like one of those "live from my life" kind of entries and i realise that i've lost whatever grammar skills i've had this past month need to brush up so i'm going to leave now bye.

this is the last time i'll abandon you
and this is the last time i'll forget you

more at BANG_BANG.

noobs drop keys from the seventh floor.

let me take you on a
that's all for the lyrics for ya

call it envy, jealousy, low self-esteem, whatever. i feel a mixture of awe, respect, jealousy when i see immensely creative people, doing what they do best, being able to express themselves effortlessly.

i need to start reading newspapers/books/journals/anything with text again. i think i should just start reading. and listen and explore and create.

mint me Jesus! mint me good.

THIS is a crest, ben. fucking pwnage. artist from school. hand-inked.

i just had to put that up. sorry sorry

sail the novas
burst. deep. bright. down.

so like, this dude, is from Merseyside right. so i decided to ask him:

"so Mr. Lee Goulding. do you associate yourself with the Red or blue half of merseyside?"

and like he replies right, like, almost instantaneously, like he says:

"neither.. i support spurs Not the biggest football fan Y u ask??"

so i'm like whoa! he replied! like wtf man! cool shit. so like, i replied right, like i said:

"no particular reason. always wanted to go to Merseyside. a liverpool fan myself. =) love what you've been doing on your videos by the way."

then he's like:

"cheers.. your crazy if you wana be here tho..If i had one wish it would be to escape this hole..And for spurs to play well for once..."

ya.

first of all ah. wtf. a Merseysider who supports neither Liverpool nor Everton. while some skinny chinese boy, halfway around the world, eight hours apart, supports a club in a city where i've never been before.

isn't football just magical.

MAGIC-COO!

no one's gonna take me alive

One day, 4 babies were born at K.K. Hospital: a German, a Jewish, a Filipino and a Singaporean.

However, someone mixed up the babies by mistake, and the nurses couldn't differentiate between them.However, the head sister had a bright idea.

She lined the babies up in front of her and exclaimed, "Heil Hitler!"

At hearing this, the German baby raised his arm in a salute, while the Jewish baby soiled his diapers. In the meantime, the Singaporean baby turned to the Filipino baby and said, "Clean that up!"

hurhur.

when the Zetas fill the skies
will our leaders tell us why

no disrespect whatsoever, but i ripped this off TalkingCock.com

'A British soldier, a Chinese soldier and a Malay soldier were running away from a group of Japanese soldiers and came to a deserted warehouse.

The British soldier saw some gunny sacks and thought that the they had no choice but to hide using the gunny sacks. So the three of them hid in the gunny sack and soon the Japs came into the warehouse.

The commander saw three suspicious looking sacks, went up to the first one with the Briton hiding in it and kicked it.

The quick thinking Briton cried, "Meow, meow!"

The Jap commander, thinking it was only a cat, went to the other with the Chinese inside, gave it a kick, and the Chinese cried, "Woof, woof!"

Again, the Jap commander was tricked and moved on to the third, gave it a kick, at which the Malay cried out, "Potato, potato!"

and to be FAIR,

"Ah Lian called Ah Beng over the telephone.

Lian: " Beng, I can't get my new jig saw puzzle fixed, mah-chiam all the edges cannot fix together, leh."

Beng: " Jig saw puzzle si mi picture, ha?" Lian: " The box show a big rooster, kanna like the one in talkingcock.com "

Beng: "Okay, lah, okay, lah. I come over to hepchu, lah."

Ah Beng arrives at Ah Lian's place, where she happily leads him to the kitchen table where the jigsaw puzzle is.

Ah Beng examines the puzzle and says, " Kan ni na, put back the corn flakes into the box, lah."

and ANOTHER ONE if you doubt my impartial-ness-ity-ism,

An American, A Briton and a Singaporean were allies in a war and, unfortunately, were cornered by the enemy. The only way to the safe zone was by dashing through 100m of no-man's-land, where the trio risked being gunned down by enemy snipers.

The Briton decided to give it a try first, and started dashing with all his might towards the 100m end mark. Upon reaching 90m, he was shot. As he fell, he shouted, "God save the Queen!" and fell dead.

The American decided to go next and blazed towards the safe zone. 80m...85m...90m...95m...BANG! He was shot as well. As he fell, he shouted, "For Liberty!" and fell dead.

The Singaporean was next and he ran faster than he ever did in his whole life. 80m... 85m... 90m... 95m... 96m... 97m.. 98m... 99m.... BANG! He was shot too, and as he fell, he shouted, "KAN NI NA BU CHAO CHEE BYE!!!!!"




cause it's always good to laugh at ourselves sometimes.

i won't stand in your way
let your hatred grow

on thursday, when we were playing soccer with the netball pole things, i wanted to give a long ball to bryan through the centre. i was at the other end, standing at my own pole. i punted it, then watched the ball gracefully embrace the netball pole at the other end. haha so fun.

Feb 2006 - July 2006

tell me that you'll open your eyes

careful Dom, you might actually get customers who already are at the advanced stage of breast cancer.

together we're invincible

first of all DANGEW ELSA LIM TZE JOO. DANGEW MANY MANY.

if not for you, "Very Brit" wouldn't have been possible. i swear ah, it was really WOO.

ok i don't know how to describe it but it just feels really good whenever i replay the events that happened this weekend. "Very Brit" was very cool. i got to meet cool people and take a few awesome pictures with them *ahem ahem*. fuck i sound like a girl.

"enough of your rooftop cliches
i still preferred you killing me
like you did in the old days with old ways"

SCHOOL IS STARTING. god i miss school.

anyway, to expand Elsa Lim Tze Joo's already exponentially increasing readership, you can see all the pictures of "Very Brit" here. Hip City, tight shit. Gerard Leow, Daniel asks you to go for "practice" cause they "need you to replace Desmond (the lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky many lucky for obvious reasons)".

and so that Ben doesn't get jealous and so that he won't scold me for not advertising for his blog, go HERE.

sorry, i can't seem to be able to process my thoughts into words, hence the short entry.

ohhhhhh the trepidation. dear intrepid trepidation, you know my very innards, very well indeed. please God, if it is your will.

far away
this ship is taking me
far away

You could be my Unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before

First there was the One who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you

till i find you
whoever you might be

can't sleep. can't study.

i don't like to talk about studying.

went to sunset mass today and it was Father Louiseau's 80th birthday as well. a whole lot of priests turned up and it looked really cool that like a dozen or so men in tunics and cassocks, emblazoned with gold and intricate spiritual symbols, were all at one altar. it looked and felt holy. like looking at an assembly of Jedi knights, feeling the concentrated Force that emanates from them. hur hur so fun. actually, being a priest is quite an admirable job. i mean, you live on nothing but God's love and word alone. your dreams, ambitions, ever action, every motive has to be focused on Him and on serving Him. fuck man so hard.

fuck, i meant: "fuck man, (emphasis on the comma) so hard."

hard gay.

what the fuck is that anyway? a toned, lean homosexual? a great degree of homosexuality in an individual? kind of like a hardcore gay?

ok fuck, all this talk about gays and priests together in the same post is too wrong and inappropriate.

WORLD CUP. why England so lousy. they tyco tyco score one (cheebye nice) David Beckham goal and get through. they simply can't win the World Cup this time. You know who'll win? either Argentina or Spain. the former because of their dazzling skills and the latter because of their dazzling skills AND their fucking handsome fellas. it's like you win the lottery if you are born of Spanish parents. like you strike Toto when you find out you got Spanish blood. "Yay! i'm going to be fucking handsome when i grow up!"

i want to be Matthew Bellamy. i want his genius mind.

i need a babe.
i need a hot babe like this:

FUCKING DISCONTINUED?! WHY WHY WHY

my plug in baby
crucifies my enemies
when i'm tired of giving

i got nothing to post, so i'll just embarrass someone here.

SHER says:
-_-
SHER says:
hahahah you damn funny la
WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
-_-
SHER says:
eh how come your face so small
SHER says:
mine so big
SHER says:
-
SHER says:
-_-
SHER says:
ehh
SHER says:
-_-
SHER says:
EH HOW YOU DO SIAAAA
WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
HAHAHAHAH
WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
you know what is font?
SHER says:
OH OH OHHHHHHH
SHER says:
oh ya hor
SHER says:
omg
SHER says:
shit
SHER says:
i feeel so stupid
SHER says:
eh don't tell anyone i did this ok
SHER says:
hahaha pls. damn embarrassing

GO HERE.

cool off your burning lips

AND AGAIN!

SOME MORE!

ONE MORE TIME!

gay la. fuckingcheebyeknnbccblousyshitgosuckcockanddiefuckingwankpussyshitwhoneedsyouwheni'vegotmusicbitch

let her go

ugh.

study or die.

choose.

die.

I HAD A RANDOM EVIL THOUGHT TODAY. cause i was spraying a cockroach near my new hamsters yesterday, so my dad got pissed and scolded me for endangering the hamsters' health. so i was thinking about in today's biology lecture.

WHAT IF YOU TAKE TWO GIANT DELUXE CANS OF BAYGON EXTRA-CONCENTRATED-PEST KILLER AND WITH ONE IN EACH HAND, SPRAY AND HOLD AT THE HAMSTERS LIVING IN A CAGE UNTIL THE CANS ARE EMPTY AND/OR THE HAMSTERS ARE DEAD. OMG IT WOULD BE DAMN FUNNY WATCHING THEM SCURRYING AROUND LIKE MAD, SQUEAKING FRANTICALLY AND CLIMBING ALL OVER THE CAGE, LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT, DIVING UNDER THEIR WOOD SHAVINGS, TRYING TO ESCAPE, GNAWING AT THE CAGE TO MAKE A WAY OUT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

of course that will never happen, unless any one of you out there would beg to differ. i think all the years of my exposure to violence - Stick Death, Kill Bill, Happy Tree Friends, rotten.com, every zombie show, every violent movie, just erupted in that random thought.

die.

B.Adams is a genius.

To really love a woman
Let her hold you - till you know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

"Transfer of "FUCKING NOOB.wav" is complete.

WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
krazy k himself
WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
he sounds like you
SNARF says:
fuck why he soudn so gay
SNARF says:
EH WTF
SNARF says:
NO LA
WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
HAHAHA
SNARF says:
FUCK YOU
SNARF says:
and my rhyming skills better than him la
SNARF says:
wtf
SNARF says:
lyrically divine
SNARF says:
my rhymes so fine
SNARF says:
all you motherfuckers gonna give me a dime
SNARF says:
for everytime i blow ya mind
SNARF says:
HAHAHA OK FUCK
WHO NEEDS YOU WHEN I'VE GOT MUSIC, BITCH says:
some more
SNARF says:
IM DAMN NOOB"

look at this indon.



sorry ben. again.
GO TO WWW.INFORMASITEKNOLOGI.BLOGSPOT.COM

even if you cannot hear my voice
i'll be right beside you, dear

i have lazy fingers and a lazy conviction.

so many eventful things i want to blog about but it's all just a mess and flurry of thoughts in my head that will be painstaking to sort out, organise and type out in an emphatic fashion.

SO. here's a quick summarized version:

1. Sports carnival yesterday. woo. Brown Boy Arriola owned 100m relay sprints again. yawn. lost frisbee. yawn. BBA also jacked me really badly; H&L almost knew who i was. OMG. thanks to my quick thinking, it was absolved in the nick of time.

2. SHEER AND HAFIZ AND NAVIN and friends WON THE BRAZILIANZ. DAMMIT. THEY BEAT THEM. BRAZILIANZ. THEY BEAT THEM.

3. "brave the impulse now, child/cool off your burning lips it wouldn't do us any good/ if you turned from red to grey"

4. i'm finally playing DotA again.

5. i need to study.

6. i have a feeling i have a lot of things on for tomorrow but i can't remember what any of them are.

7. oh, right; FA CUP FINAL. to be held at my place?

8. i just realised i spelled "Brazilians" with a "Z". wtf.

hmm, so maybe i had a little less on my mind that i wanted to say. or not.

pardon patience
it's a painful game

ENGAGE! *the sound of clashing of meat, bone and blood with a thunderous aplomb*

rugby is such an emotional game.

24sadness! YOU THE SEX. you make the number 24 look too damn good. 14 YOU TACKLING GOD. 13, don't so emo. it all happened for a reason. your kicking is still THE BEST. 1, YOUR FATHER WAS THERE HOW COOL WAS THAT.

i need to get bigger tits/arms/upper body.

not without a fight
we won't

sometimes all we need is a cool breeze, right after afternoon showers in your hair. oh wait i don't have hair. um, still. sometimes all we is some skyline, some cloud-sifted sunshine. over there you'll find it.

sometimes when all is seemingly lost, when things are clearly vague. take a step back and exit the smoke screen. all we need is little breathing space. all we need is a little air.

sometimes, when our hopes are low and our fears are high, all we need is a little patience. keep your chin up. take the hits on the cheek and push on, push hard.

sometimes, when you least expect it, if you really listen, you'll hear it.

Will you never rest/fighting the battle/of who could care less/unearned unhappiness/that's alright I guess

sometimes, when we've done all we could to find ourselves out there, using all sorts of telescopes and microscopes and magnifying glasses. just look inside, and without fear nor worry nor anxiety, we'll find us there.

sometimes, we need is a little song.

sometimes, all we need is not much.














what the fuck am i saying.

a friend in need is a friend indeed
a friend with weed is better

i guess i should update.

maybe later.

let me in
let me in
peel back your skin

how to spot a pervert? it's evident in their MSN Messenger conversations:

*name changed to save the real person from a lifetime of embarrassment

"*Joe says:
look at her titties
Joe says:
whooo!
Joe says:
hello there little girl
Joe says:
can i touch your chests?
Joe says:
hahahaha

-scrolls down-

Joe says:
pink bra
Joe says:
so naughty
Joe says:
hahah
i am called super fantastic. i drink champange with salmon fish. says:
wtf
i am called super fantastic. i drink champange with salmon fish. says:
cb cheekopek sia you"

[apologies to Kung Fu Generation for ripping off your style of posts.]

Ich heisse Chicken Fan-tas-tic
Ich trinke Coke in de plastic
Ich heisse Chicken Fan-tas-tic!

in this past week, i've seen how pathetic men can be and how strong, amazing and respectable women can be. not that i thought otherwise about women. but that thought about some men was always lingering. if i ever turn out to be those kind of men, i think i'll isolate myself so that i won't hurt or let anyone down with my shortcomings.

i feel more at peace in this house. and it makes me feel like studying. i might just stay home more from now on.

i damn tired. GO AWAY!

can't you just open up
open up dammit
let me in, let me in
i want in now

after all these years in beloved Potong Pasir, i'm moving out.

i'll be moving back to my old place down the road, Avon Park. first of all, the good thing is that i'll be able to enjoy all the facilities like the pool and gym etc. the bad thing is, i'll miss the convenience and small-town feel of Potong Pasir.

i'll miss walking down to Maccas for a meal when i'm feeling hungry, or the chicken rice or the seafood shop for hor fun and fried rice. i'll miss the tau huay shop, chilling out in it's pre-new-generation Maccas furniture. i'll miss walking by it on Saturday mornings, grabbing a quick sandwich and cup of soy bean milk before heading to Serangoon North with Lan and Colin. i'll miss chilling out at Maccas with the Pasir Boys, or just about anyone. i'll miss the short distances i have to travel to tuition, to the MRT station, to Boon and to just about anywhere. i'll miss the freedom of staying late out to slack, knowing that home is just a tiny walk away. i'll miss the spontaneous bouts of football anywhere from 11pm to 3am at the court, or the walking to 7-11 at 2 am to buy instant noodles during half-time, when the boys are over. i'll miss this small town.

on the other hand, Avon Park was kind of like where i grew up. i had many memorable moments there. i'll be relishing the prospect of using the facilities though. however, it's location is a little out of place. most of the buses go to the other direction of Singapore and the Woodleigh MRT isn't set to be open till God knows when. if i have an errand to run, i'll have to cycle to Potong Pasir. i'll also have to cycle to tuition. cycle to the MRT station, cycle to the soccer court, cycle to the Maccas, cycle to the coffee shops. what the hell, i might as well start training for the Tour de France.

the good news though, if Lan and Colin want to swim, they won't have to go all the way to Dom's house anymore. my house would be like the centre of everyone's house so they would have NO CHOICE but to come to my place to watch football. they can swim and whatever before watching the match. and maybe, just maybe. things will be better with the change.

i always like to think that changes are mostly for the better. i hope likewise happens this time.

for you
for you
before you

actually, i'm lousy as a leader and i realise that even though giving up is the easiest way out, it will ultimately be the best way. i don't know why but it seems that every decision that i've made has made a turn for the worse. and i think it just boils down to my lack of ability. i realise also that i don't have much talent whatsoever compared to many, much more gifted people. and i also realise that i've been so insenstive to other people's feelings. i also know that i am not able to properly choose the right things and am not able to effectively take responsibilty for anything. essentially, i make a mess of things. although it's something i don't want to let go of, i sometimes just feel that holding on would only further open wounds due to a lack of emotional senstivity on my part. and i'm not trying to sound sarcastic here. this is an honest, sincere statement i'm making. though i feel that leaving and giving up would be the best, there's still something that's holding me back from doing it and i don't know if it's some sort or metaphysical force that's telling me not to do it or just my lack of ability to let go. but quite basically, for whatever i've done. i'm sorry. i'm truly truly sorry. if anyone's to blame it's me. so if grudges are to be beared against me then so be it. cause i deserve them. i thought i could do this - i really did. but it's starting to become obvious that i can't. and one thing i truly treasure is friendship. so if i have to give it up to preserve one then i will do it. but if that's not enough then i really don't know what to do.

i'm not asking for sympathy or pity. if anything, all i ask for is forgiveness and forgetness (fuck la i don't know how to re-phrase it). as in, a pure, willing desire to forgive and not just because of guilt. i am willing to change myself for the benefit of the four of us.

and to everyone, please don't bother to tag on this. it's pointless because even though you all might be sincerely be trying to encourage me, there's only so much you can say and that so much is unfortunately all a cliche; one that i've become very much indifferent to. but thanks anyway.

she doesn't know...

we really mean it when we say we're team mates. just look at this:

how cool. and by the way, i have new found respect and admiration for Alex Kapranos, Nicholas McCarthy, Bob Hardy and Paul Thomson. Enough said.

this fire is outta control
we're gonna burn this city
burn this city

oh and by the way, i think Fernando Torres is damn bloody fucking handsome.

i cannot stand it. he's just too bloody handsome. HANDSOME FELLA LA UNDERSTAND?

now i'm
sh-sh-shakin' sh-shakin' i'm
sh-sh-shakin' sh-shakin'

are some people really just born like that? why have you changed so much. or maybe you were like that all along, just that i failed to notice it. maybe as a friend i refused to acknowledge that side of you. it's just not the same and i can understand why there is so much fear. can you not see that sometimes, your sacrifices just isn't enough or isn't all that great as you thought they would be. maybe if you had a little more sensitivity and a little more respect for us, paid more attention. then maybe you'd realise that you cause a lot of fear. that you've become a taboo, a sensitive topic that everyone treads lightly on because they are afraid. we all care for you and we find ourselves hurt that you are unwilling to be open to others' opinions. a little flexibility - a SINCERE willingness to be open - would make it much easier for all and would erase any fear that anyone has. the fact that this fear is present is evidence that we all care for you. we do not want to hurt you or offend you but maybe you have to notice that we've been doing all we can. things have been sacrificed and although not everyone is happy, it seems that you've been the most unhappy one, the one who is hardest to satisfy. that is where the fear comes from, the fear of displeasing you. i can only do so much, but if it never seems enough, then it comes to a point where it becomes exasperating. maybe you're used to doing that, to make others bend to what you think is right. but you can only use the same trick so many times as some would say it. but don't you think that it's a bit manipulative and insensitive to others to keep doing that just to get your own way. "nobody likes a child, who complains and i won't be that child anymore." sing that for me would you please? and maybe you should be open to criticism as well. getting all emo when we're all trying to help you only defeats the purpose. stop erecting those walls. stop covering yourself in spikes. can you not see that you're piercing everyone? again, this is not an attack. it is the result of being pierced over and over and over. [wah so emo] the point is, you're hurting everyone. so please stop it. please. i still can remember good times we had last year, among others. i want more of those. i want to stop feeling this constant strangle-hold that is your hostility and your strong, maybe narrow mind. if you feel that this is too strong a description for you, think. have i ever said things like these before? have i ever been this frank? no. but why now? what is it that made me lash out like this? i hope that you'd look inward and see, what would have caused this.

in the end, i'll be the bad one. i'll be the one who causes it all to end. cause i'm a terrible person. so why did i still do this. cause i feel that enough is enough. at least one is willing to make a change. please be more open, please be more sensitive. your shell has made you hardened to constructive comments and opinions that may have more value and truth. it has made you lash out at others in the process.

whatever. i'm a horrible person.

i'm a terrible person
cause i've made up my mind

stupid internet. stupid lousy computer. stupid lousy computer with lousy internet.

i now have nothing constructive to say. OOGA OOGA!

but anyway, CHELSEA LOST. please excuse my lack of sportsmanship but as a Liverpool fan myself, i cannot help but submit to the impulsive mocking of the Blues. so here's a big mocking laugh at them, as a personal consolation after the emotional hurt they put me through.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"i sink he was rather lucky." - when Rochemback scored.

"AAAYYYEEE!" - when Downing scored.

"SPFFFFFFFTT! WHAT! THE! FUCK!" -when Yakubu sealed the emphatic victory.

i bet you look good on the dancefloor
i bet you look good on the dancefloor
'and i know i can never win anymore'

who am i kidding.

i obviously can't get anything right.

encouragement is a cliché and it's difficult to find any that is sincere, not brought about by social decorum, said without pretence or without an ulterior motive and truly encouraging.

"i don't get many things right the first time
in fact, i am told that a lot"

that i am
i am
i am the luckiest

you know. we've been like having all these quarrels and arguments and it got me feeling rather upset.

then i realised that they are also good signs. the reason why we argue so strongly about it shows that we're passionate about it. we actually give a damn and it makes me happy.

also, it shows that we're willing to voice it out. willing to be open about it. so, yay again.

and you know, even when i keep asking myself why we're doing this if we keep arguing and fighting about it; when i ask myself what's the whole purpose of it, i just think back to the time(s) when we played the singer in front of people. the feeling we had, that vibe we shared when we were all moving around, playing, smiling, feeling it. and then i know, that's why we're doing it, and it's the reason why we'll probably keep us doing it.

i'm sorry and i just want us to rock. please?

it's gonna be a bad day come sunday

hmm.

i was just thinking. why are some people so afraid of being different?

Bonjour.

today, yours truly will provide you with what zé mother calls "Survival Skillzzzz". on zé verge of death of starvation, zis is huat you need to do.

[and to sound all French and sophisticated, i'm going to accent évêry vôwël änd pùt yôü thrôügh língúístíç héll. why? cäúsë wïth my kéyböárd ít ïs ëásy.] (HTML sucks.)

FÍRST: gët yöúrsélf ä göód tëáçhër/ïnstrúçtör ín cásë yóü scréw üp. (get an instructor)

and hence, we feasted like the righteous kings of old.

OMG! RANDOM FISHBALL!






with MEAT inside! [Meat Is Murder]










only Gir understands.









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