Dream For Me

2007-05-15T17:43:00.000+08:00

1. What time did you get up this morning? 6.00. Am THAT IS.

2. Diamonds or Pearls? I would say Diamond.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Don't Know. Think It Was Pirates Of The Caribbean.

4. What is your favorite TV show? Spongebob Squarepants.

5. What did you have for breakfast? Coffee. Air.

6. What is your middle name? Don't Have One. I Think.

7. What is your favourite cuisine? Mac.

8. What foods do you dislike? Chilli.

9. Your favorite potato chip: Sour cream and onions

10. What is your favorite CD at the moment: Minutes To Midnight- Linkin Park

11. What kind of car do you drive? I Drive A Porsche. In Need For Speed.

12. Favourite sandwich? Bread With something In Between?

13. What characteristics do you despise? Insanity.

14. Favourite item of clothing? Oakleys.

15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? In The Clouds.

16. What color is your bathroom? White.

17. Favorite brand of clothing? Oakley.

18. Where would you want to retire to? No Homework.

19. Favorite time of day? 6.00pm.Spongebob Squarepants time.

20. Favorite Sports to watch? Tennis.

21. What laundry detergent do you use? Is There a Difference?

22. Coke or Pepsi? Mountain Dew. And Just To Tell You, I'm Grateful To KFC for Being the Only Supplier.

23. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night.

24. What size shoe do you wear? Size Of My feet.

25. Favourite animal: Dogs.

26. Any news you'd like to share with everyone? Our Class Drove The Maths Teachers Bonkers! Kuku! Mad! Crazy!

27. What did you want to be when you were little? A Rich Guy.

28. Favorite candy bar? Kinder Bueno!

29. What are your favourite childhood memories? Too many to mention...

30. What color underwear are you wearing? !!!

31. Nicknames: Call me Chairman Of The Handsome Club.

32. Piercing? Nop.

33. Eye color? Dark Black.

34. Ever been to Africa? Africa's Nice ?

35. Ever been toilet papering? Wanted to, but Couldn't Afford The Toilet Paper.

36. Ever loved someone so much it made you cry? Not Yet.

37. Ever been in a car accident? Toy Car?

38. What color is your bedroom carpet? No Carpet.

39. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read.

41. Bedtime? 11.

42. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? You Who are reading it.

43. Last person you went to dinner with? Esther.

44. What are you listening to right now? Arctic Monkeys

45. What is your favorite color? GREEN!

46. Lake, Ocean or River? River. No Reason.

47. How many tattoos do you have? None.

48. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? I hope they come together. Then Comes Me who eats them both.

49. If you had one wish to make? Spongebob Squarepants Throughout Kids Central.

50. Time you finished this questionnaire? 6.o1 pm.

2007-05-15T17:03:00.000+08:00

Okay.... This is some quiz i got from another person's blog. Hope you enjoy it. :

If my life was a soundtrack :
Put your music player on Shuffle
Put the song as the answer.

Opening Credit : Fallen - Sarah Mclachan ( Not a Good Sign? )

Waking Up : Amazing - Westlife. ( Okay, cool )

First day at school : Tell Me Baby - Red Hot Chilli Peppers. ( Okay...Tell me about school )

In the toilet : Your Song - Elton John. ( !!!! Toilet? )

Falling in Love : Best I Ever Had - Vertical Horizon. ( Best Love I Ever Had )

Breaking Up : Paperweight - Schuyler Fisk and Joshua Radin. ( ?... Breaking up the paperweight )

Prom : Saturday - Holly Brook. ( Yeah i know it's on Saturday, How is it? )

Answer : No Such Thing - John Mayer. ( The Irony )

Life's Okay : Freak Out - Avril Lavigne. ( Okay.....Freaks out. )

Mental Breakdown : ( I Hate ) Everything About You - Three Days Grace. ( Why is there a mental breakdown question here? )

Answer : Over My Head ( Cable Car ) - The Fray. ( ... )

Driving : The Way To My Heart - Mandy Moore. ( Driving To Your Heart? )

Flashback : The Unwinding Cable Car - Anberlin. ( Freaks Out. I Don't Like Cable Cars. And this one is unwinding. )

Getting Back : Boston - Augustana. ( Nice song. B2B. Back to Boston. )

Wedding Scene : Real Life Fairytale - Plumb. ( WooHoo! I Owned Ben's Wedding Scene. )

Birth Of A Child : In Time - Zero 7 ( Totally Irrelevant. Nice Song Though. )

Final Battle : Kill - Jimmy Eat world ( Okay.... Psycho-maniac'r'us )

Death Scene : I Just Wanna Live - Good Charlotte. ( The Double Irony.... )

End Credits : Rebirthing - Skillet. ( Cool.... )

Thoughts about this Quiz : Sing - Travis. ( Sums it all up )

2007-04-17T20:37:00.000+08:00

Okay.

At the explicit request of jaslin.

I shall do a mock piece of Turkish Essay.

I know this is a long time ago...

So bear with me if my memory's bad.

It was after badminton.

Quite sunny.

In fact.

The sun was sunny side up!

Nah.

Lame.

Anyway. Me. Wayne. Jaslin. Ding. Chewbecca.

We went to Mac outside the Bukit Gombak Sports Complex.

Air-con!

We went inside. And guess what?

We sat down.

Then we stood up again.

And went to order our food. Funny...

then some kid start pounding on the fat purple guy's toy figure from outside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I think his mum dragged him inside so he can't bang anymore.

Guess What.

He started banging from the inside.

Wow. I think he's smarter then his mum...

That being over.

We sat down. And i start telling Jaslin why Turkeys are so smart.

"You see" i said. "Turkeys Bang! bury their Bang! heads in the BANG! ground when somebody Bang! wants to eat them. Bang!"

After that Jaslin asked me who would want to eat turkey?

And they all start ganging up against me with Garlic Chilli.

So i said right. People eat Turkeys with Garlic Chilli.

Apparently the Garlic and the Chilli helps the decomposition of the Turkey.

Then Jaslin start saying that the Turkeys are so pitiful.

So i grant her the title of the Royal Turkey Protector.

And i told her that Turkeys speak in Turkish.

That's why they knew me so well.

Then Chewbecca start saying something bout some fish hanging from a wall.

Wow.

I was astounded.

I didn't know Wookies speak Turkish as well.

2007-02-23T09:48:00.000+08:00

t5Yup, Sitting here with Kenneth. ( Nods head )

Who's Kenneth, i hear you ask.

Well, he's a bastard, for starters who always want to copy my homework.

2007-02-17T18:53:00.000+08:00

I believe you readers have missed me!

For a long time you had typed in this long blog address to see whether the enigmatic author had written anymore of those life changing paragraphs.

I believe i haven't.

However.

That's what makes me all the more engimatic!

Forget the name on this blog.

Forget you know a person like me.

And just read.

For all of you readers, this author hates chain letters.

It's always something with a title of " Beautiful World " or Beautiful Tale ".

That's a lie.

Albeit one that many people want to believe in.

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I have seen a little boy been riddled by bullets.

Dropping like a marionette with it's strings cut.

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I've seen a little girl holding a kalashnikov in one hand and a helmet too big for her in the other.

She was killed by a bomb later on.

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I've seen a teen on rollerblades, cigarette in one hand, death on the other.

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I've seen a young man driving when drunk, with death in the back seat.

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Beautiful live?

Beautiful Tale?

Fact or Fiction?

2006-12-18T21:52:00.000+08:00

"......And as she walk past the flowers bloom in her wake."

He said.

"The clouds part before her like the morning sun, and no less beautiful"

"As she bounced up the morning trail it seemed the very animals reveal in her beauty, drunk."

Have you ever felt that way?

The one whom you loved most glitters in your eyes like a diamond in the sun.

Like morning dew on a precious stalk of Rose.

Roses in Eden's Garden.

In your own eyes.

See the gates to salvation.

Let's change a topic.

Ice-Skating was fun!

At first it was like trying to walk on Ice.

Okay, fine. I was trying to walk on Ice.

It was lubricated Ice, mind you.

There was so much water from the ice melting.

I would'ave been standing, or rather swimming in a pool in another couple of hours.

Whew.

The first hour was rather scary.

You skid along with two strips of metal strapped onto your boots.

At breakneck speed.

Into people.

Lots of people.

You'll ask yourself : " Why am i doing this? "

But nevermind. I doubt i could answer that question, so there's no point asking me.

Once you get used to it, however, it's quite fun!

Yes, i know you'll regard me as a sadist to think skidding into people is fun.

But try it and you'll understand.

Not become a Sadist or anything, just having fun.

For the last hour i was skidding merrily around and trying not to crash into people.

See?

A marked difference!

Crashing into people and trying not to.......

Is till managed to get my pants wet though.

Went home with freezing pants.

Anyway, it's the right time of the year for ice-skating!

Near Christmas.

Imagine if Rudolph the Reindeer skiing.

Wow.

He'll need size 15 hoofs.

Hmmmm.

Late.

Need sleep.

Or else Braaaainsssss. ( Zombie imitation )

Night.

2006-12-11T20:37:00.000+08:00

The deepest azure the sky was tint.

Tended by wispy clouds hanging in the sky.

Drifting serenely.

Drifting happily.

Drifting .....

No worries.....

I love this world.

The plants bathing in the deepest emerald.

The sun's burn of a Sunflower.

And the sky.....

Especially the sky.....

The colour of whose eyes could not be clearer.

And look through them to see the world.

In their own Colour.

With a capital C.

But now is not the time to debate the finer points of grammer.

Rather to silently stare out into the sky.

Into the infinte plains of rolling white wisps and silent ghosts.

Of fervent hopes and stories untold.

Of dreams.

Of people's dreams and hopes and of everything they stand for.

Of everything they've thought, loved or felt torn away.

They look for up there.

And sometimes, they find what they look for.

But too few....

Too few....

Maybe one day i'll look up to see you as well.

We'll see.

2006-09-23T18:53:00.000+08:00

Yeah, i know it's being quite a long time.

Sorry.

Have you ever heard the same song on radio?

Walked down the same road?

Heard the same jokes?

It just gives you a sense of deja vu.

And when you think : Has it really being that long?

It's being nine months into this year.

And it seems so short.

Maybe i should have taken those photos after all.

Looking back.

What do i remember?

Sure, i remember the Malaysian Trip.

Sure, i remember the Indiv and the Team matches.

But what about the little things?

What about going home with Chun Yin?

What about discussing teachers with Wayne?

What about making sense of all that unintended violence in training with Shen Tong?

I'm forgetting all the little things that make life important.

Sure, it the big things that makes life memorable.

But it's the little things that makes this life worth living.

It's the taste of sweet chocalate.

It's the taste of gassy Sprite. ( Yes i know it's extremely unhealthy )

It's the feeling of fluffy pillows.

But when you start to think about it.

You can never remember how exactly those things taste or feel like.

It's the little things.

And what's left.

Is always the bare bones.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

Nothing else.

And what if i forget?

Who will remind me?

Please come back Air.

Just take a photo.

For the time i forget.

Everyone.

Teacher's day

2006-09-02T19:53:00.000+08:00

We celebrated Teacher's Day on Thursday in school. Quite an interesting event, that been. We had this big free period after flag-rising that our calss used to design the class T-shirt to give to our form teacher. We had to go out afterwards for a performance by the students. Sheep did really well as MC though. Hope he makes it for prefect. Anyway, it ended with a song, something - something by someone someone. Couldn't actually remember much. Keng Chee made a fair impression of a girl though, for the high parts.

As such: A tribute to teachers.

You may smile.

You may cry.

You may laugh, hard and loud.

The road is ever before us.

And yours is half-gone.

Yet.

You don't mind.

You are always there.

Teaching us.

Helping us.

Always there.

As such.

On this very special day.

Teachers rock.

2006-08-27T21:27:00.000+08:00

Help me now.

I can't run.

I can't hide.

There's only my dreams left.

So appear before me now.

And be my angel.

For me.

AIR~

2006-08-18T19:42:00.000+08:00

To Air.

I realize that i may not be a great writer, a great artist or a great friend.

I realize i can't help you much with your life, that you'll have to make your choices on your own.

I realize i may not always be there for you, and that you may have to cry alone.

We may not know each other for long.

We may not know each other well.

And you're already going away.

Maybe it's fate.

Maybe it's destiny.

But maybe.

We'll make our own fate.

We'll make our own destiny.

Even when we're far apart.

We're still living under the same night sky.

Still looking at the same bright stars.

Under the same cloudless sky.

And sometimes.

You'll wonder.

Sometimes, when you get that sensation of Deja Vu.

Know that we are always here for you.

May the night be dark.

May the night be stormy.

May the night be alone.

Tell me.

And i'll spread the star sheet over for you.

And together, we'll look for the star you love best.

" Twinkle twinkle little star.
How i wonder.....
How i wonder.....
How i wonder what you are.
Like a glistening diamond in the sky"

Lead us to each other.

Pray for us, as humans, as people.

And as friends.

Trust that if there be Earth unturned in a bid to look for a true friend.

Tell me.

If you're bored, i can't accompany you.

If you're lonely, i can't lend you a shoulder.

If you're scared, i can't console you.

However.

I can dream with you.

I can stare with you under a star-filled sky.

I can love you, as a friend.

So if there's anything.

Tell me.

Tell me.

And i'll be there.

No matter the distance.

No matter the obstacles.

No matter anything.

No matter.

Be it a mouse.

Be it a clogged drain.

Be it that the night is dark and empty.

Tell me.

Tell me.

So tell me.

As a human, a person, a friend.

Do you love me?

So goodbye for now.

And evermore.

Take Care.
And Dream Hard.
Love.

18th August 2006.

2006-08-14T21:28:00.000+08:00

I need someone with me. Right now.

Whoever who can give me warmth please post a hug on the tagboard

2006-08-08T22:29:00.000+08:00

As currently i have nothing to talk about~

I shall talk about the Drama Rehearsal we had on Thursday.

1. It was a complete failure.

2. It was a complete failure.

3. Did i mention this before? It was a complete failure.

Firstly.

The Scriptwriter ( Wayne ) was late.

Thus, everybody stayed in the classroom to play poker.

Gambling freaks.

And when we finally manage to move into the LT for the rehearsal, people either didn't memorize their lines or didn't know when to come into the play.

It was a failure.

Wayne thinks we should adapt it to become a comedy though.

A comedy where nobody knows their lines.

That could be the punch line though.

Keng Chee was absolutely Un-delighted by the end of the rehearsal.

And, yes, it was a complete failure.

To quote Matthew: "OMG Peisu we're screwed we're screwed X100"

On reflection, i really shouldn't be writing normal blog entries.

My ( normal ) writing skill is rock bottom.

Since my dedication is still not working off.

There is still the world between us.

We are still alone, by ourselves.

Darn.

I miss you.

Even though you're so far away.

I miss you.

Good night.

newspaper

2006-08-08T14:58:00.000+08:00

We had newspaper collection on Sat.

Wheeeeeee.

It was quite fun.

We had to collect newspaper from people living in Ang Mo Kio HDB block 445-8 to get money to do charity.

In the end, we ended up with a hill of newspaper that we had to dump onto a lorry.

You realized i skipped the middle part~.

Nevermind.

It's the start and the ending that's the most exciting.

( Winks. )

I just re-discovered my love for jazz~

Bought Seoul Jazz yesterday.

Like soooo~ nice.

You could fall asleep to the tune~.

But since Jazz is to make you relax, i'll take that as a great accomplishment.

2006-08-01T16:52:00.000+08:00

Hey.

Sorry for not posting for so long.

Was kinda sick.

I feel weird.

I mean, i just walked into a play without knowing there was a play.

Obviously, if you don't know there's a play, how do you act the play?

But since they've already prepared everything, i had no choice but to join in.

I thought i did quite well though.

Maybe it's natural talent.

Maybe it's luck.

Or maybe sitting on a park bench reading newspapers just suit me.

I really don't know.

Maybe the consultant helped.

Scan. Talk. Oh, and of cause, breath.

Three things you must learn in drama.

Especially the breathing part.

Yeah.

Come to think of it.

It's kinda obvious.

Wonder why i'ad never thought of that.........

Anyway, so i was acting the role of the great Mark Anthony.

Don't worry if you'ad never heard of him.

He's........humble.

Yeah.

That's right.

Anyway, yeah. So i have this habit of sitting on a park bench reading newspapers. So i have this habit of being overly melodramatic. So what? I am still the great Mark Anthony.

Commander of the .......... Rome police force with 6 policemen.

That's power to you.

I mean, i have total control over 6 people for their lives!

Or their working hours.

Or maybe overtime.

But nevermind.

I still have power! I still have my newspaper.

I mean, i can just go around, whack an animal with it, and it'll be dead.

What animal you ask?

A fly, of cause. What a silly question.

If you whack a moose with a newspaper, will it die?

No, it'll just charge after you and rip your pants off.

Yes, i know you can whack a fly too.

But i'm special.

Can you kill a fly with a one page newspaper?

Zidane.

2006-07-25T17:34:00.000+08:00

Now this is something interesting i'ad found on the net.

Laugh freely.

I just want to give you something to cheer up to.

Homework.

2006-07-25T15:43:00.000+08:00

Arrrrhhhhhhh........

The stress.........

Just came back from school.

Had a normal day.

The next three days.

Is gonna be.

Hell.

We'll have Maths TA.

That's topical assesment.

It doesn't help that we're learning maths.

Every assesment is terrible.

Yes, even those that gets you high marks.

Next.

English CCT.

Julius Caesar.

You know.

That crazy guy with a band of leaves around his head? ( I think so )

Skip.

Geography project.

Bout trees.

Leaves you wondering what they're really teaching eh?

So.

Geog+Eng+Maths.

Equals?

Yes it equates partially to a half-deranged guy foaming at the mouth.

But what else?

Think hard.

Ah ha.

I see you'd gotten it.

Let's say it together.

1, and 2 and 3 and.

Teletubbies, teletubbies, say hel-lo.

Twinke-Winke, Dips..........( Notice stares )

Oops.

Got a little carried away there.

Nevermind.

You'll realise the other part in due time.

( Hum to self~ ) Dipsy, Lala, Po~o.........

Thank you all.

2006-07-21T16:54:00.000+08:00

I'm smiling.

I'm laughing.

Oh yes i am.

Thank you all my friends.

For cheering me up.

For supporting me.

And especially Soggy, who keeps poking people.

I know you have your own troubles.

I know you have your own worries.

I know you have your own things to do.

But despite it all.

None of you just sat there.

And do your own stuff.

No.

When we lost.

Someone came to slap my back.

When i cried.

Someone told me to cheer up and that there's always next year.

When i had a glum face.

Someone told me it's not over.

Maybe i don't remember everyone who encouraged me.

But.

Looking back now.

I wish.

When they need me.

That i have the courage.

The same that they have in abundance.

To step out.

And do that little thing.

Play that little part.

To cheer them up.

To help them stand up on their feets again.

I hope.

I will be there.

Too.

I definitely remembered that it was Jingwen who whacked me on the head.

I definitely remembered it was Wei Xiang that slapped my back.

Hard.

Don't worry guys.

I'll be there for you when you need me too.

And then.

And then.

We'll start anew.

Finished.

2006-07-19T21:48:00.000+08:00

Finished.

It's over.

That's it.

And life goes on.

But it just feels like you left a chunk of you behind.

On that very special day.

National schools.

You feel so helpless.

Sitting on the sidelines.

Cheering your heart out.

Yet worrying whether it's all gonna work out.

And as the tears well up.

As you try hard to keep them within their reins.

As you close your eyes and try to act as if some dust had just got into it.

As you struggle not to take another breath that might betray you.

You wonder.

You wonder.

What're you really doing this for?

What makes you go through all this?

Then you break.

And the tears just flow through you.

Not just the tears.

The sorrow.

The unjust.

Our fate........

You'll get this awful feeling.

That all you've been doing's for nothing.

That no matter how hard you try.

It won't work.

You want to cry out.

Vent your fustration.

Your anger.

Your helplessness.

And then.

And then.

You'll feel better.

Just cry out.

When they were there slapping each others back.

Trying not to cry out themselves.

What will the others think?

As they hug.

As they try to share their sorrow.

To make people understand what they had went through and will continue to do so to win.

As they try to get people to see their effort.

And if they fail.

What will they have left?

Their dreams are shattered.

Their will is broken.

Their souls are drained.

Their faith is thin.

And who will they turn to?

Who will understand them?

Nobody.

Besides themselves.

And that's why.

They cry.

National schools finals.

2006-07-19T19:48:00.000+08:00

We lost.

We lost.

We lost.

I'm tempted to break something.

I really am.

Maybe i'm angry.

Maybe i'm fustrated.

Maybe i'm just plain mad.

But i cried.

Bitterly.

It isn't fair.

Life isn't fair.

Precisely.

It isn't fair we lost.

It isn't fair that we had trained so hard.

Sweated blood.

Bled and sweated for our dreams.

Only to lose all our dreams.

In that measley little space of 10 minutes.

It's so ironic.

We trained for one and a half year.

Only to lose it all.

In so short a time.

All that blood and sweat and toll for nothing.

But a little silver cup screwed on the wrong way.

And a little crooked.

Yes.

I know.

If you get gold.

You'll get this little gold cup screwed on the wrong way.

And a little crooked too, of cause.

But anyway.

One and a half years.......

Why can't we win them?

Didn't we train as hard as them?

Don't we have the same fighting spirit as them?

Don't we both want to win as much?

You may think i'm a little emotional.

But spend 3 hours a day on this for over a year.

And you'll understand.

Understand that.

Why there is a sense of loss.

Why i cried.

2006-07-18T19:26:00.000+08:00

It's the finals for tommorrow.

Finals for B Div boys.

Finals for A Div girls.

Finals for B Div girls.

Finals for us.

Us.

Them.

We.

Whatever.

Us vs HCI.

As usual.

I wish we could win.

I wish we will win.

I wish......

I wish......

Nevermind.

We will win.

That's it.

We will win.

Anybody who says otherwise......

Tell him......

He's wrong.

He's wrong.

Definitely.

You could say i'm a little nervous right now.

You could say i'm a little jumpy right now.

You could say i'm a little afraid.

Of tommorrow?

Maybe.

Of what we'll do tommorrow?

Maybe.

Of the end of tommorrow?

When you look back.

And muttered to yourself.

It should not have happened like that.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Let's do something we would not regret later.

Let's do what we can.

Let's do what we should do.

Let's do our best.

3 , 2 , 1 , RAFFLES.

Sadness

2006-07-17T21:54:00.000+08:00

I want to cry.

I want to just sink into the darkness.

I just want to be left alone.

You could say i'm a little sad.

You could say i'm a little lonely.

You could say i'm a little of a Cry - Baby.

But maybe i'm just sad.

Maybe i'm just lonely.

Maybe i'm just afraid.

Afraid of the dark.

Afraid of the deep.

Afraid of what you'll say.

And what can i do about it?

I couldn't convince you.

I couldn't stay with you.

I couldn't get you to love me.

So should i just give up?

Should i just hide in a dark corner?

Should i just go somewhere where you can never find me?

Who am i?

Who should i be?

Where should i go?

What should i do?

Just to question people's dreams......

Believe.

Believe.

And you will see.

Believe me, and you will see how much i love you.

How much i treasure you.

How much that i take you for granted.

And never thank God.

For giving me this wonderful gift.

That brought light to my life.

That breathe life into my dreams.

That just loves me without wanting anything back.

Until now.

I.......

I.......

I.......

I.......Wanna be someone like that in somebody else's life.

I want to share her dreams.

I want to cuddle her and tell her never to give up when she cries.

I want to hold her in my arms and just listen to her gentle breath.

I just want to be there, under the same starry night with her.

Looking at the stars.

Searching for our dreams.

Living our seperate lives.

Apart.

Again.

Feels so sad.

I don't know why i wanted to write this.

Maybe it's the sense of longing.

Maybe it's the days of crying and having to hide it all.

Maybe it's just cause i'm thinking bout you.

Just this.

If you're out there.

Somewhere.

At some corner of this Green Earth.

I will find you.

And we will live happily ever after.

I hope.

And that'll be our fairy tale.

RGCO concert

2006-07-15T19:32:00.000+08:00

Hey there, see you're back here again.

Nevermind the weird stares.

Nevermind the back-stabbing.

Nevermind the broken hearts.

As long as you're here with me......

I shall go on.

Apply that paragraph to the RGCO concert, and it'll be:

Hey there, see you're back here again.

Nevermind the acoustics.

Nevermind the mumbling.

Nevermind the seats.

As long as i have my instrument......

I shall play on.

Nah.

It wasn't so bad.

It was a beautiful night in Orchard.

A night of girls. ( playing instruments )

A night of Enjoyment.

A night of music.

Beautiful music.

Wonderful music.

Lovely music.

Well, at the start there was these two little Sec 1s ( If you're reading this blog right now, please don't feel offended. It's a compliment. ) came on stage to announce the songs to be played.

Wayne : Awhhhhh, look at them......So cute......

Me : Wayne you phedophile.

Wayne : Peisu what're you thinking?

Well, at the end the performers start filling in through the entrance.

There goes the Erhu people.

There goes the Cello band.

There goes the Bass girls.

The list goes on......

They put on a stunning performance in the end.

A magical performance.

An enchanting performance.

A musical dream.

A night to be remembered.

Priscilla was good too.

First time i've seen her again since last year......

Dropped her glasses but still kept that old hairstyle.

The " guai girl " one.

The one that hangs around your head.

The one that swings around when you turn your head.

The " Soggy hairstyle " .

Nice contacts.

Though i couldn't really see clearly.

Though i couldn't reach out to touch.

Though i couldn't hear every laughter.

There's still the music.

There's still the memories.

There's still the old feelings.

But nevermind.

I'll hang on.

I'll wait.

I'll remember.

And i will remember for a long time......

So sad.......

Well, will meet her in RJC still i guess.

It ended at bout 10 pm.

Quite late.

People start filing out.

Well, Chun Yin's got this flower he bought.

He doesn't know who to give it to.

That beautiful girl over there?

That cute performer there?

The lively Cello girls?

He just couldn't make up his mind.

Chun Yin : Arhhh. Idon't know who to give my flower to.

Me : You give, i give.

I still remember the shocked face of the girl when she recieved flowers from two guys she had never knew.

When her friends go : Whoooooo......

Senario : Chun Yin walked up.

Gave his flowers.

( Friends giggle )

I walk up.

Gave my flowers.

( Friends giggle madly )

I mean, what there to go " whooo " about?

It's just a bunch of flowers.

Must be something strange about the flowers.

Let's examine it.

Yellowish.

Whitish.

Petalish.

Stalkish.

That's it.

What so strange about that?

She doth love me * Pluck *

She doth not loves me. * Pluck *

She doth love me * Pluck *

Well, considering that there are 3 flowers and each have something like 50+ petals, i shall not go on.

Well, Yidan brought her friend, an ABC along ( No offense to the really PC people out there ) .

Not a CBA like Yan Jun.

Nevermind if you don't understand this bit.

It's just for laughs.

Arhhhhh.

I gave the girl my flowers.

And i forgot to give my friend any!

How could i?

It's all Chun Yin's fault.

Made me gave my flowers to the girl.

Darn.

She must be sad.......

She must be wondering : Where's my flowers?

She may be scared.

She may be sad.

She may be crying.

But she'll never be alone.

For i'll always be there to comfort her.

To hold her.

To tell her stories.

To be there for her.

The Sunset

2006-07-12T19:33:00.000+08:00

It's uncommon for someone to double-post in one day, so i'll make this short.

I wrote this entry to tell you something you'll regret if you miss it.

Look outside your window. What do you see?

A bird?

A few clouds?

The Sun?

I see a band of Gold.

A band of Crimson.

And a band of Violet.

That is the Sunset. I don't know why the Sunset appears so beautiful today.

Maybe it's cause i just lost something i dearly love.

Maybe it's cause i just had a moody day.

Maybe it's cause i'm just in a bad mood.

It's short, there, it's going, but it's beautiful while it lasts.

The last peak of Gold is left, consumed by the Violet that will soon turn greyish-black.

A few distant wispy clouds......

A band of Crimson,
A drum of Gold.
Passing Violet,
Bear my woe.

Maybe it's the poem.

Maybe it's the Sunset.

Or maybe it's just cause i'm writing to you......

I suddenly feel a lightness in my heart.

I want to see it again.....

National Schools

2006-07-12T16:20:00.000+08:00

National schools, Won C Div , Lost A Div.

Does it matter, you asked?

Well, it's not the bile in my throat.

It's not my beating heart.

It's not my fustration or anger.

It's pity.

Pity, yes, i've never seen anybody broke down like that, at least not from what i remembered.

it's not pity as in " Here i'll clap your back and everything'll be ok " pity.

Have you ever loved something so much you would cry for it, work for it, drive yourself so hard until when it's just within reach, someone just tears it away from you and leave you powerless?

It's a wonderful feeling when you succeed, but it's a bitter mark when you fail.

I didn't cry. Maybe you won't understand why so many people cried until you actually experienced it for yourself.

I guess i just couldn't cry.

I guess i just don't love it as much.

I guess i just feel that pity for them...

It's not that the JC people didn't work or train hard, they did, and if you know it too you would wonder how they manage to juggle school life and training without breaking down.

Take Jingwen. For those of you who know him, you know how hard he trains, You know how hard he plays, You know him and what he's like.

He wasn't playing because of an injury, He was sitting on the sidelines, just watching people try to win, try to do themselves, their school proud.

He didn't get all teary-eyed when the A Divs lost, He was just calmly sitting there. He went up to Lincoln and start comforting and try to cheer him up.

Have you ever tried that before? Being so helpless, letting someone else fight in your place, and you have to show a brave face and cheer up those who lost, while hiding that aching lost?

I'm not sure i could. I would have just sat there and try to find out what went wrong...

"Come on, there's still the third and fourth placing match" He said

" Does it matter? No matter how exciting it is, no matter if we win or not, it's still the third or fourth place"

The clouds are beautiful today......

Not unlike the tears......

If the tears will help you to heal, then just let them fall......

There's the bright Sun,

There's the Blue Sky,

There's the wondering Clouds.

But it also could be a Hurtful Sun, a moody sky or lost clouds.

It all depends on how you see things.

This terrible feeling, this sense of lost, this feeling that you tried your hardest and still not succeed, this feeling of being cheated.

Being cheated of your hard work.

Being cheated of all your effort.

Being cheated of your dream...

It's not a good feeling i tell you.

It's not fair to cheat dreams.

Dreams are innoncent.

Dreams are naive.

Dreams can only be acheived by hard work.

But they can become real.

You would probably want to know who's to blame?

There's always a person that gets blame in a tragic event.

There's always this traitor.

Or this incompetent person.

Or that Back-Stabber.

But you cannot deny it. There must be such a person to have a tragic event......

In this case it's the referee.

I won't say anything about his judgement.

I won't say anything about his skills.

I won't say anything about whether he's siding with anybody.

But i will say this : He has cheated the dreams of one too many people......

But it doesn't matter.

We'll come back next year.

Stronger.

Faster.

Smarter.

But will it all matter?

Dreams are delicate little things.

Once bitten, twice shy......

It's a beautiful Sunset.......

A Lovely Poem

2006-07-11T17:11:00.000+08:00

Well, this is a poem i discovered while surfing the net. I feel that it's pretty interesting so i should paste it up here.

Life's Mirror by M. Bridges

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true,
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need,
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn,
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thoughts outborne
Though the sowing seemed but vain.

For life is the mirror of king and slave, '
Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.

I shall try to post a meaningful poem every week if i can but of cause i can just spam it everywhere : P.

Life is tough today, but isn't everyday like that, you ask?

Well...no .

You see, we had Maths, English and Chinese back to back. No, it isn't the CSI back to back ( Though that's good ).

Imagine : CSI Maths, CSI English and CSI Chinese Back To Back...Shudder.

Well, yeah, shudder. I am in a air - con room you know.

It's especially terrible, when you have to fight for every inch to Dreamland.

But, well, i had to admit, English was better then normal.

We had this guest speaker with us today describing how to create stage tools and so on.

Guest speaker : Anything you can make within 3 seconds, it's good.

Well, i mean, that's ridiculous, isn't it? Isn't it?

Well, i looked at Keng Chee and Keng Chee Looked at me...Then we both bent low to draw the other guy.

In the end, i'm made of 6 circles while Keng Chee's made of..let me see..three circle, a triangle and two rectangles.

Wow, he's much more complex then me...

Anyway, it's lucky we pass all three lessons uneventfully...except for Gao Sai, Marcus Koe. Rugger, cut Botak haha.

The chinese teacher noticed him and apparently decided he has this weird hair pattern that indicates he's "extremely lusty" quote Chinese Teacher.

Marcus : Fine!! Are you "extremely lusty" ma'am? ( Quote again )

Haha, well, that's what you get by messing with Gao Sai.

Hmmm, Anyway, National Schools is tommorrow, arhhhh, i don't know whether i'm in middleweight, heavyweight, open or not playing at all!!

All the nervous energy...must play Xbox!! Preciousss.....my preciousss....

Ah heck, i guess it'll all be clear tommorrow, nothing like experiencing it yourself, no point double - guessing yourself. Everything will lay bare tommorrow...

But....Maybe i don't wan't a tommorrow...Maybe i just wan't today to last forever....with you.........

Cosi Bello

2006-07-08T21:21:00.000+08:00

Wow.

It was Cosi Bello yesterday!! The Nanyang Choir concert. Soggy sold us the tickets lor, said it would be good, costs 12 dollars.

Well, it was,.kinda~. I mean, what's more wonderful then a bunch of girl standing on stage and blasting a 90 decibal soprano at you?

For starters, i was late. Went by NJC then thought: hey, wasn't that NJC? OMG i'm at NJC i must be lost!!

And after that,

I found out i have this gigantic stain on my perfectly white polo shirt!! I mean, this weird white stain's standing out against my white polo shirt so much, somebody's bound to notice!!

And what could i do? Well, i couldn't wash it again right, so i had to bear with it throughtout the concert. Sigh~ i can just picture myself in that white polo shirt with that white stain. Terrible~

Sigh~ at least the concert went well. Soggy was good. She actually sang!!

She was in the third row lor, Wayne almost couldn't see her coz she was blocked somewhat by the girl in front of her.

Wayne asked: Where's Soggy? I can't see (her ).

Don't worry Soggy, i'm whacking him for you.

Anyway, it turned out to be a great concert. Soggy really gave it her best ( First time i've seen that ) and as far as i know everybody enjoyed it.

We even shouted for her during the intervals, like, me : HEY SOGGY
Wayne and Yidan: hey soggy

Why, she was so motivated she ermmm, did nothing. Frozen in ermmmm, passion i guess.

Haha, anyway, it was a great concert and it lasted till like 9pm. Quite enjoyable. Though i really wished RI had swings too. Well, they have this huge tires attached to chains in the courtyard that looks like swings.

Isit a bird? Isit a plane? No, it's a huge tire attached to a wooden frame by metal chains!! Omg

Hmmmm, going off to watch NUMB3Rs now. It's a great show, very interesting.

Count down: 4 Days to National Schools

Homework...Hopenot...Humor??

2006-06-30T21:04:00.000+08:00

Today, an average enough day with only the flying saucer drawing the least bit of attention...I found out homework has a sense of humor...

Yes, i'm sure you all know Mr Homework over there.Why, he's just sitting there brooding in a corner thinking of new ways to torture people like you and me. Puts some hope in your heart,eh?

Now, enter Wei Sheng. An average RI noob mugging for his homework. He has a unusual talent...no, it's not to transform teachers into harmless fur-covered werewolves, he has a sense of humor!!

Yes, i know it's an age when pranks and lame jokes ran rampage, but BUT BUT BUT, he has the most unique sense of humor!! He has the sacred ability to make teachers laugh..

Well, his work's a well-crafted piece of subterfuge humor meant to distract and distance the teacher from noticing the total and utter lack of sense.

It is a rare gift, almost as rare as a rare beef steak... nevermind.

Anyway, we were scanning for various funny or weird statements that always mysteriously inhibit book reviews. What we got was a avalanche of mutant words with extra commas, full stops and even a smiley face written above " AVENGE .

Well, the art of chinese literature has always been passed down the decade and Wei Sheng was no exception. With the
statements like "生出一个意外" , he is definitely a contender in the art of talking nonsense.

It was all so amusing we asked Wei Sheng how much he got for chinese last semester...He said A. We were all visibly amused, so much so that the teacher had to come and ask us to quiet down. Well~ it was only a muted giggle, a very MUTED giggle.I still don't understand why the library was so echo-y.

Chinese is a great art, a great piece of literature and an amazing culture rolled together.The proof, you asked?

In the words of JJ's 豆浆油条, "You said i'm like a fried bread stick,simple yet beautiful.I remember you and i were like fried bread stick and soya milk ( echos 'Fried bread stick and soya milk' ) .We must be eatten together to taste good... (I should not go on, you can imagine yourself )

PS :
This is really all sang by JJ

PPS:
Grrr.. my blog can't display chinese, guess it'll have to be an inside joke between the people who likes JJ then

The Start Of Another Blog?

2006-06-29T17:55:00.000+08:00

I had a dream...a dream of time gone,of time to come, of love lost or love found..

And some noob had to come and wake me up during maths class.Well, you'all know there's this kind of reflex action where you swing your arm up when someone calls your name?

Oh no, he wasn't disfigured.He just went through...er...extensive facial restructuring, yeah, that's it.

Ermmm, no actually, i'm just kidding. ( Bet you'all never knew right? )

But anyway, there was just this weird dream during maths about our maths teacher telling everybody to get a blog by friday or to get 2.0 for GPA...

What can i say? I'm not going to dis-obey a sadistic cold-blooded reptilian killer, no?

And that's partially how this blog is created...how bout the other part, you ask?( Yes, i know you did )Well, i had this particularly weird dream during English as well...

And so, after getting threatened by a variety of blood-thirsty creatures, i've decided the best way to deal with them!

No, it's not garlic or a hotdog van or even trying to get Japan to win World Cup.Instead, i've got this ingenious solution to create a blog! Betcha never could have guessed before i told you, yes?

And so as the first entry draws to a ( temporary ) close, dream on..