Ian@rantbox

2010-01-02T01:31:00.001+08:00

This space is dead.

Byebye and Happy 2010!

2010-01-01T03:17:00.003+08:00

Yeah, as you might have guessed, Christmas was a small, quiet, usual family affair with some relatives.

It's odd though, in recent years we've had a new addition, a family of four - my dad's friends apparently. Now that's fine, nothing wrong. Spirit of sharing and giving yes?

The oddity rolls into plain view when their elder daughter, a year older than me in a poly IIRC, brings her boyfriend seemingly from the nether. WOOSH, yeah just like that. The next time you attend your dad's old friend's Christmas party, bring your boyfriend/girlfriend along!

They made a beeline for the catered food and hid in a corner for the rest of the evening.

New Year's was spiced up a bit though.

Yeah I'm tired, really bushed and I have training in 6 1/2 hours, it's crazy.

Kishen had this brilliant idea of sitting down at random places playing drinking games - needless to say it wasn't attractive. Yeah, responsible young guy here. I'm a sport, see, and I'd have gone all the way and get so smashed up I'd be dead tomorrow morning. Byebye training.

So no. We did go to Zirca though. You go there, squish and push people, nod and gyrate on the spot to loud music.

PLZ DONT STOP THE MUSICK PLZ DONT STOP THE MUSICK.

You can really get high on it, it's catchy and shit, you don't even need the alcohol.

Now here's the retarded bit.

Girls, listen, you're going to a club on New Year's Eve. There's going to be something called a crowd, and with it, copious amounts of body contact. Get used to it, or GTFO. Really, there's no other way around it.

Guys, holding your arms and forming a barrier around the girls you would beg and serve and never score with is fail. As my cousin puts it, disgusting. Her words "Eh, cuz, please don't go and play hero and go put your arms around those girls like you trying to protect them like that. It's damn disgusting can."

Yeah it happened. Really, get it right that the contact is involuntary. Brandon and Kishen were very, very happy though. Grinding's fine, but touching's not *laughs*. But you had your fun Brandon.

Times like these, being a 6ft monster is a lifesaver. Being the one doing the pushing and directing the flow if traffic is *thumbs up*. Some fuckstick tried to jostle me out to "protect" his girl, problem was I can't help it when y'know, all the people in front are pushing backwards. Naturally staring him down worked like a charm.

PLZ DONT STOP THE MUZIKS. Happy new year fellas.

PS: Drop the resolutions guys. They don't work. Doesn't have to be a New Year for you to change ;)

2009-12-22T01:57:00.004+08:00

First post after the holiday journal.

Guess what's it about?

ANOTHER HOLIDAY!

Yeah this time it's to Italy with the boys. I don't like the idea of free and easy for 2 whole weeks. Not so much of the security and all that, but you do miss out on a lot of shit, like the history behind the things you see.

Afterall, Italy is a place rich in culture and goes wayyyy back.

And yeah, security is still a concern. A tour leader would be able to watch your back and stuff. I'm still undecided.

I mean it could end up being a cockfest, just that I paid 3k for it and it's in Italy instead of Parkway. Not what I'd like.

Anyway I caught the Avatar movie. Usually I don't like people telling me, or asking me things mid-movie, but the stuff Tim said were freaking hilarious. Avatar ripped WoW off so blatantly!

I mean, the People are basically a cross between a Night Elf and Draenei ROFL. They're blue and have tails like the Draenei, and are freaking tree humpers, ala Night Elves.

Right so it's an enjoyable movie with pretty simple messages. Don't give up hope, be nice, remember the simple things in life. Yeah, you know, like simply just running through and feeling the wind in your face, albeit you don't have a giant mutated Pterodactyl to ride on, nor a horse in which you can connect your nerve endings in your hair to.

But yeah, message is there. Enjoy life simply because you are alive.

What I didn't like was the ending. Fine it is Hollywood and stuff, but still, c'mon! The plot device was just so blase and cliche.

As I've said before. This is Avatar summed up:

Do not mess with the corporates, or only a plot device will save you.

Profit > Tree humping. If the big boys want something done, it's only a matter of time.

So the story might not be that great, but it's enjoyable nonetheless. In the entire 160 minutes of the film, I never felt bored or had time to think about other stuff. It's actually able to enrapture its audience, and few films in recent history can do that for that duration.

The last film that did that, was what, so many years back. Yeah, Tolkien's epic tale. No prizes for guessing.

The 3D stuff though, was nothing short of amazing. A big step up from previous 3D films IMO. I did have gripes with the fact that it was a lot darker with the specs on, which was distracting at first and detracts from the experience at times (Eg. during pan out scenes with huge mountains and waterfalls.) But otherwise it was fantastic. The CGI is top-notch as well. The people and CGI characters fit together on-screen flawlessly.

I nicked my sister's contacts, put up with some light headedness (her power's greater than mine, and she only has astig in 1 eye) and the initial discomfort was damn well worth the trade. If you have contacts, use them because two bulky vision aids just don't work well for your nose bridge, not for 2 hrs and 40 minutes. Tim learned that the hard way and had to wear his 3D specs upside down.

Anyways, here's to a successful holiday to Italy, with or without me.

2009-12-13T00:50:00.004+08:00

Day 4: Return

Got up late and grabbed a quick note at.. you guessed it. Coincidentally, there she was! I still think his playing it cool is masking cowardice.

Time to psyche up for the trip back.

Day 4: Road trip

Road trip.

Day 4: Intermezzo

Pee break.

Day 4: Road trip

Road trip.

Day 4: Road trip

Road trip.

Day 4: Home

Home. That's why you're able to read this.

Actually, I got back at about 9ish, but had to unload and all. Anyways, the posts have had minimal editing at most, and I would go through them one more time but someone was impatient. (keeping tabs on her boyfriend I expect.)

Had oodles of fun, but as they say, it's good to be back. Cheers.

2009-12-13T00:49:00.008+08:00

Day 3: Knees are weak, hands are shaking; I can't breathe.

No, not withdrawal. Sinus.

You see there are two sides to a bed. Getting up with morning sinus automates that to the bad, and wrong side.

Yeah didn't get good sleep as per normal, and we had to change rooms today, so that meant getting up a wee bit earlier to pack. No biggie.

The kicker, a rather huge one mind you, was that the kid was tagging along. Now don't get me wrong, I love kids, really I do. Just not when I have their attention, become their focus and have the responsibility of keeping them safe.

Especially little boys. I don't know how the cliche catholic priests x little boys can about, because I sure as hell don't see anything likable about the little boys, pedophilia or not.

Anyways we dropped by the cafe, and she wasn't there. We really like the concept. Quasi-fastfood with nice bar seats. A relaxing place to grab a quick bite.

So this cafe where Ami works and I'm writing this, oddly called the 'Gogo cafe' is driving me nuts with their looping music that has a loop duration of perhaps 6 seconds. Sinus, a lack of sleep and a general feeling of dread of the looming journey ahead does not make for an optimistic day.

Oh and the fact that I'm going to be stuck with the kid for the next 10 or so hours.

FML.

Anyway it's time for brunch.

Day 3: Kids kids kids

And more kids.

Yeah we took him to the arcade.

Descriptions past that are wholly unnecessary.

But yes we did ride the cable car prior to that and it was as expected. Very bumpy and rocky though. Ian, meet giddiness and nausea. I believe you two have met.

Then, as I mentioned earlier, a herculean effort to take the kid to the arcade.

Dinner was at a crowded place where you needed to take a quick ride down. There were people literally swarming the van, wrestling their way in. Very reminiscent of Zombieland. You mean it's that hard to wait? Jesus.

Food was decent and cheap and we went back to the hotel plaza, did some shopping where I got a very nice shirt at a discount.

I swear Mc's mum is second to none at getting stuff cheaper and better. I don't know nor understand the full story (the exchange happened lightning quick and in Chinese) but it's safe to say I got a good deal and everyone was happy.

We left Mc's mum and grabbed a drink a Kenny Roger's. The food there was horrid. Dined there two days back and the food came cold. And late. The drinks were good though. Had a milkshake and Mc wondered the odds of our English-confused Ami(Amy?) working the late shift.

Now she wasn't there earlier, but Mc made the detour anyways, since it was the shorter way back to the hotel room.

Lo and behold. There she was. Maybe she really was at the toilet earlier. We went back to our room anyways. What a pussy Mc.

2009-12-13T00:48:00.004+08:00

Day 2: Of late awakenings and annoying brats

Miscommunication, real or imagined, deliberate or accidental, remains the number one cause of conflict.

What do waking up at 9 and meeting at 9 have in common? Why, they both contain 9! Yes, 'tis but a minor miscommunication but we got an earful nonetheless. Anyway I got up at 930 which would have made me late either way.

After a non-eventful, mini-sized brunch designed to milk your every cent while keeping everyone of theirs, we hit the famed outdoor theme park.

Honestly speaking, Mc wasn't entirely wrong when he said that once you've been to Disneyland, the park in Genting will fail to elicit a wow factor.

He wasn't, to be fair, entirely right either.

They've got this awesome ride where you lie on your stomach and, to sum up, fly all over the damn place with Mc at your side bellowing lovely swear words in three different languages. Whoops and maniacal laughter suited me fine though. Fun.

Then we went on the so called corkscrew roller coaster, which was supposedly their thrill ride highlight. I'd put it at a mini version of California Adventure's California Screamin'.

Looks like I'm an adrenaline junkie!

One who was no match for the harsh rituals of rides with circular motions, commonly enjoyed by little kids.

Needless to say it was the last ride I had. No, wait. Second last would be more appropriate. The last one was the walk back to the hotel. By far the most thrilling.

Day 2: Of lost childhoods and Ami(Amy?)

The godlike arms of the abyssal 'dad of small brat' saved us, and I managed a solid hour's worth of sleep. We hit the arcades later. Typical (outdated) fare, but really, the credits were better spent on machines which gave tickets.

Common sense stopped us from bagging the top prizes. 25SGD for three face towels and a small bag was enough. I just cannot understand how people can continue that stuff for hours and come up with something like what, 5000 odd tickets? Wow.

I have to admit the machine where you catch falling stones was hella fun, though. See, we were actually GOOD at those games and got more tickets than the average person. Imagine the number of tries (and money spent) it took the person with 5000?

Next up was dropping by the cafe and saying hi to Mc's lovely pretty face of the trip.

I ordered a drink. I spoke in English 3 times. My ears heard naught but Chinese. She addressed me as sir. I walked away feeling like a disabled person.

Mc asked and told me her name was Ami. Surely it was Amy? Or did she say Annie? Or not know how to spell Annie and actually meant Annie but spelled A-M-I?

Or maybe.. Screw it.

ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER.
DO
YOU
SPEAK
IT

2009-12-13T00:47:00.001+08:00

Day 1: Arrival

Finally. Of course there was the customary wait to check in. I'd say something about the speed of the hotel personnel, but it wouldn't be surprising or new. Singapore has a hectic pace of life compared to most.

Did a bit of walking around while waiting, but nothing really caught our eyes. Enthusiasm was at best a poor substitute for energy, and once beds were in sight, the both of us pretty much saw nothing else for the next 3 hours.

Anyway the rest of the day was pretty much spent on foot instead of ass on seat (thank god). The plaza at the first two floors of the hotels were pretty much major retailers or clones of them. Nothing too interesting.

Incidentally, there was but one looker the ENTIRE day. She works at a cafe. Ming Cong is extremely observant. That is all.

2009-12-13T00:44:00.003+08:00

Day 0: Exodus I

I arrived late as usual.

2 hours of sleep is the only thing separating me and a 6 hour long car ride.

Day 0: Exodus II

My ass is sore and my eyes have seen better days. It's kinda like tying bags of lead to your eyelids then tasing you awake just as you doze off.

Still, nothing compared to the mind and ass numbing, 17 hour flight from Changi to LAX last December.

All good.

Day 0: Iconoclast

We're no strangers to my religious convictions (or lack thereof) but not everyone shares the same sentiments (regretably so!)

And so I had an experience at a huge, and I mean gigantanourmous temple with a 20 ft (perhaps even bigger) by 12 ft stone Buddha statue. There were multiple wings and floors offering a plethora of prayer services for the devout and/or curious tourist. I got myself a family blessing and two amulets.

Oh did I mention? Holy water for RM1 per 500 ml.

2009-12-06T20:10:00.005+08:00

Whole lots of chunks, stupid bloggers and new dilemmas aside (which were all pretty cheap and mean laughs I have to admit), my ankles are pretty much crying. Went with the boys to get their prom suits, and I realized no matter how you slice it, an Armani is an Armani. Darren looked absolutely fantastic in that suit.

Of course at 3.8k it wasn't fantastic for wallets.

Then again, with a budget of a horizontal 8, all issues save moral ones, were eliminated.

Dined at Yoshinoya then pretty much called it a day. I point fingers to a lack of sleep and getting up somewhere like five times when I slept at Darren's. Bad sleep really murders the next day.

Anyways with the bunch of stuff happening recently, I can't help but feel my life's a little unfair - I've been given too goddamned much!

It was good seeing the guys again at the 4F chalet, though a few chaps didn't turn up it was all good.

The barbeque was a failure as always. Fires took an eon to even crackle, food that was carbonized on the outside, but pretty much intact inside - yes, in it's original form, raw and bloody.

But hell we ate the stuff anyway. A class barbeque with 4F is always an experience like no other - you willingly risk your stomach getting pumped. If you don't get that then you at least have to live through the trials of the toilet bowl for the next day.

Caught a movie at Far East, Zombieland. Good stuff. One of the few zombie films that actually managed to hit the mainstream audience without being an evil dead rip off, or taking itself too seriously. (Hello I am Legend!) Seems like humour, strong character writing (with the exception of the little girl) and zombies go pretty well together.

Mother nature has heralded a zombie apocalypse. What to do? Why, search for the last pack of Twinkies of course! They have a goddamn expiration date for crying out loud.

Emma Stone is pretty hot stuff, but honestly speaking she's not that good a looker nor does she have that nice a figure. I'm telling you, it's that voice of hers. Ima give it a rough estimate and say not even 1 in 30 would have a voice similar to hers, with a face to match. That deep voice is incredibly sexy.

Cameo by Bill Murray was pure genius. I'd watch the film just for that.

Anyways Darren didn't grab the suit in the end. It wasn't my intention to cause disillusionment with prom. I just stated that prom is just a glorified dinner. You go to prom, wear something nice, eat, and go home, or head to the post prom. Where you eat some more and (chances are) hang out with the same people you did during prom.

Which is probably your class.

Seriously? And 2 years wasn't enough? If I wanted to eat fancy food I'd just pay for myself and dine with who I choose to. Fuss-free and makes for much better dining.

Prom and 4F Chalet?

I don't know guys, tough choice!

*Snorts*

Like hell I'd miss a chance to catch up with people that belong to the best times of my life.

2009-12-05T10:41:00.001+08:00

All I can say is, like one of the guys who left a comment on the video, I'd grab a beer with this guy, anytime.

Hilarious. These Japanese are crazy.

2009-11-23T01:14:00.004+08:00

Video of an American gunship carrying out an operation against the Taliban. It's using Thermal imagery, so the people are the white little figures you see skittering across the ground.

Yes you all know war is terrible, but this really provides a closer look.

Imagine what it's like being one of those guys on the ground? I actually felt a little sorry. Chances are they were being brainwashed into doing this.

1:25 the guy gets blown into tiny little bits (See the tiny specks of white flying around? Probably parts of his intestines, brains and whatnot.)

What were they using to shoot the insurgents?

105mm artillery shells - it's just crazy.

Let's put things into perspective for those not familiar with munitions. Grab a ruler.

The usual rifle bullet is about 5.56mm, that's slightly over 0.5cm.

The shell is 20 times the size, it explodes and sends thousands of fragments flying in all directions. From what you can see, the explosion was easily the size of a small house. Fragments travel at easily 1000 - 2000m/s. Just one is enough to fatally wound a person.

What do I think?

They made a big mistake on 9/11. Sure, it might or might not have happened regardless of the incident, but it didn't help.

2009-11-23T00:26:00.002+08:00

That's why they call it glory.
'tis fleeting, but in that time..
You are immortal.

2009-11-19T22:42:00.002+08:00

I gave the new Muse album a spin yesterday, and after about 4 playthrus, yeah there're a few songs that are quite pleasing to the ears, but for the most part I can't seem to tell the songs apart.

Don't get me wrong - Muse is a great band, and truly deserve the 'Alt. Rock' label, because quite frankly, there isn't a genre to classify them. There is no Muse 'style' because every album is so different. The only constant thing is Bellamy's vocals, which are quite frankly, genius.

That's the problem though. His voice is so distinguishable it makes all the songs seem so similar to each other. You know this is Muse, because that's Bellamy, but then you don't really know anything else because they pretty much sound the same.

Having said that, my personal favourites are Uprising, Resistance and the Exogenesis symphony. Other note worthy ones include United States of Eurasia, I get a really strong Queen vibe from that song.

Seriously, who doesn't love Exogenesis? When they meant epic space symphony, they weren't joking. Easily the highlight of the album as most seem to think. I wouldn't rate it so highly though - like I said, the songs bleed nicely into each other and become really, really uniform. Can't differentiate them from each other.

Uprising's political and digging at the gold diggers as usual. You can't say no to that. Resistance just sounds cool.

Case study tomorrow, I really don't know what I can do to prepare for it. Theory's pretty much there, just need to mop up a little macro econs and I'm golden. Oh yeah and those blasted graphs. I will admit my lack of visual IQ. I can't tell them apart sometimes.

Then we're done! Screw Chem MCQ rofl

2009-11-14T14:30:00.003+08:00

Part of an old article I chanced upon.

July 14, 2003

(This part basically details that women in the US are uhh.. feminist and making life difficult for men. It seemed too apocalyptic for my tastes, but he pretty much has the right idea. Don't like it? Get out! So he then offers destinations.)

Spend a year overseas, however you have to do it. For smart, classy, just plain glorious women who often speak English, try Singapore. Argentina is splendid. Many places are. You would be amazed. See what's out there before you marry a gringa with her Inner Susan, who will one day burst from her chest like one of those beaked space-aliens in the movies, dripping venom. They're death.

* Orlando Sentinel, July 1

Yes the article is sound, afterall, it expresses the opinions of the author, which are never wrong.

It's either that bad in the US or I'm missing something here in Singapore. I have a feeling he'll be sorely disappointed if he settles down here with that mindset.

Afterall, Americanization has taken place in Singapore, and with it all that radical feminism etc.

2009-11-13T22:24:00.002+08:00

Well stuff happens.

Defaecation hits the oscillation.

Poor mc fell real hard and got 6 stitches to his chin. Well I told him scars make a him look manly, which would suit him just fine, since Jollyn keeps complaining he looks girly.

Here's wishing him a quick recovery. Man, shit like that in the middle of your A levels just ain't fun.

2009-11-13T11:29:00.002+08:00

Yes, the sickness I was referring to is stupidity.

It's hilarious almost. So today's math paper 2, and I pretty much fucked up paper one so there. Not very fun when you know you've already gotten a fail on the first day, the first paper, and shut out quite a few paths for yourself. Eh noone else to blame but moe. The system sucks!

Jokes. Yeah I know I know, it's me. The mistake started when I picked a jc. It continued when I picked H2 math and was compounded when I gave up.

Ok back on topic. You know the old adage of the incompatibility of looks and brains?

Why suddenly bring it up, Ian?

See, I was tired, having a terrible headache because of sinus issues. So I slept during the paper. Was done with it anyways, only so much I can struggle. The examiner was a pretty little thing, but she just HAD to prove the cliche right. I was just about to drift off (which was really tough. My nose was leaking worse than china made plumbing) when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. Of course I ignored it, but it just wouldn't stop.

Yes I got very peeved off.

"Hey wake up, you have to at least try."
"Uhh. Can't do it. Look I'm really tired. Let me sleep."

You'd think she got the idea by now but noooooo.

"It's a very important exam you know."

OF COURSE I DO. Why the fuck would I sleep before I exhaust every available option? I'm not the one ill with stupidity. I've been told the same shit for 2 years. What makes you such a goddamned special snowflake?

"Look. I've done paper one and it was terrible. There's no point."

The dumb thing actually snorted and walked off. You actually have to justify something completely legal to do in an exam. Wow. Last I checked, stupid, condescending and annoying weren't in the job description of teachers.

Jesus this disease is more prevalent than I thought. God save us all.

2009-11-13T00:02:00.005+08:00

I have come to the conclusion that sick people should not be entirely blamed for their actions.

They can't help it!

All's well. Was getting old anyway. Maybe 'tis a genuine lack of.. concern.

Indifference. Gotta love it.

Wait, loving indifference? Irony!

2009-11-11T22:05:00.001+08:00

Dear god. Why?

2009-11-09T22:36:00.000+08:00

"What I have seen and done to
achieve my position defies belief.
What I am capable of and will
be party to in order to retain it
would chill your soul"

Stay away from people like these, rofl

2009-11-02T23:26:00.004+08:00

I had so much fucking fun today, while at the same time staying productive. It's.. phew hella awesome.

So yeah we got up in the morning, but because of some business last night I overslept today, but yeah, headed over to mac's and studied with Darren.

Joy dropped by halfway, and at about lunch time-ish I got fed up with the noise and general crampiness and crapiness of the place. Kids just finished their O level paper for the day, and mac's was getting flooded.

Randomly, Darren suggested we head to the KTV. I told 'em I know a place, it's hella cheap and very decent. Not that I really like KTVs, or maybe it's because it was only once that relevant songs actually played, and that was like what, 3 years ago? Darren's birthday.

Anyway, it's one of those times where Darren actually SUGGESTS SOMETHING RANDOM, BUT IT SOMEHOW HITS THE SPOT!

18 bucks for 3 hours, split it amongst 3 people and you got yourself crazy entertainment at an even more insane price. God I sound like an advertisement. Future career call in case I fuck up rofl.

Anyway, yeah, like all KTV sessions, everyone starts of a lil shy and laughing nervously. Then we built up steam and I have to say, the highlight was DEFINITELY Time to Say Goodbye.

It was just FUCKING HILARIOUS.

Look, anyone who hasn't been living under a rock knows what kind of song it is. It's done by two operettas, or pseudo-operettas, but you get the point. It's a beautiful song, but we're beautiful people so we gave it a shot. Or rather, I sabotaged us by picking it.

So anyway, the girl goes first, the first stanza Joy could handle pretty well, then as the chorus approached I started sniggering. I stopped after the chorus ended.

Good god that girl can sing! Second time I'm saying this, but she can!

It's none of that "Oh girls can sing better usually, they hit the higher notes better!"

There was actually control, and trust me, I've heard a girl sing many a times. This one takes the cake. Fantastic work.

MC, Darren and I all agreed, yes Chinese songs are fun to sing, but it's because they're easy. English songs have real variation and need real control. Call me biased, I make no apology. I only know what my ears hear, and I heard something surprisingly nice today.

Pat on the back Joy, lookin' to hear more stuff from you.

Darren and I fucked up LOL but it was a fun fuck up. I did this throaty shit on purpose to try and sound like Andrea Bocelli, and we all know how that would end up without even having to try, or having to listen to it.

But who cares?! It was HELLA FUN and crazy, we were just yelling and having a blast.

It's been awhile since I unwinded like this, and yes it feels good. I'm so high right now just recounting it. Good stuff, good stuff!

2009-11-01T22:58:00.008+08:00

Ghost Love Score
by Nightwish

=O the formatting is fucked but w/e.

We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day

- My fall will be for you -
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever

Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory

- My fall will be for you -
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I will bleed forever

Into the blue memory

A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be

The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love and loss

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

Take me
Cure me
Kill me
Bring me home
Every way
Every day
Just another loop in the hangman`s noose

Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep

Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast

Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I`ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love

- My fall will be for you -
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I'll bleed forever

Epic epic epic epic 10 minute song. Tuomas is a genius.

My right thumbs jammed pretty bad, the guys say I'll get used to it. Can't move the damn thing more than 3 centimetres, hopefully I won't have problems writing.

But hey, the glass is half full right? Yeah, least I wipe my ass with my left hand.

Fun stuff, played better but the opponents were better as well. Still, a decent second game.

Good god why didn't I do this earlier? *Laughs*

2009-10-29T00:49:00.002+08:00

Had my maiden basketball game, I mean yeah, not any good at it, but like I said, I've been blessed.

See, where asian physiques are concerned, it's hard to get a better one for basketball *laughs*. I mean, okay, I don't know how the goddamned game goes, I don't know the rules, but I still managed to actually stay slightly less than semi-useful.

Fine, I exaggerated, I was next to useless LOL. But still, it was fun!

I mean you KNOW there's something up when you can do stuff like touching the ball without jumping and trying while everyone's trying to leap into the air for it. It's hilarious. I've never appreciated this vertical advantage until now.

There was a stout guy, pretty big. He went in for the layup, and well, I wasn't exactly paying attention, so I just stood there and looked at him. Now I don't know if he was trying to swim past me or just plain didn't see me, but we collided and next thing I know he's off balance and lost the ball ROFL.

Funny as hell, and all I did was stand there.

Scored one basket, and by some flukes I had some nice moves. Very fun and satisfying.

Chemistry tuition's hell, but it's getting better and I can feel my mind sharpening.

Fly, fly my sadness.

2009-10-28T12:50:00.000+08:00

I sentence you to death.

2009-10-26T22:16:00.003+08:00

There's been some weird shit on my tagbox which I deleted. Some unknown person with a weird link. Do not click that fucking shit.

Oh yeah I'm going to leave the other shit there because well, it's funny to read.

Before I forget, an addition to the men and 3 moods thing. MC pointed out men should have four, the fourth one being horny.

Happy, mad, horny and don't give a fuck. Eh, I'd say keep it at 3, but horny's fine.

I think I'm at #4 now, or at least transitioning there from #2, lmfao.

2009-10-23T23:14:00.004+08:00

Draining. Simply draining, but strangely satisfying.

4 hours of hardcore chemistry with this new tutor guy is insane. He chugs at a crazy pace, but it's systematic and you do really get everything that's going on. Kinda like a vampire, you just feel like crap later, but you KNOW you've done a lot of shit.

Caught He's Just Not That Into You at mc's place after tuition, god that shit is hella funny. I don't really expect women to be like that in reality, I mean it's the 21st century, all that feminism and women's emancipation thing makes it impossible. Still, it was funny to watch and who knows, I've been surprised at the kind of people that exist before, so maybe they do.

It's hilarious how they manage to twist every little thing a guy does into some sign of interest, and the infinite number of justifications they have for a guy who doesn't call.

But seriously? If ya ask me, give it four days. If a guy doesn't call that's that. Not interested!

Of course they gave it a typical happy Hollywood ending that all rom coms have, having said that, some of the stuff that's said in the film's pretty true. Don't be needy, and play it cool. People want what they can't get. After all, forbidden fruit tastes best.

MC bought the ending, saying it happens if the two people were really meant for each other and are in love etc. Couldn't really bring myself to believe that. Quite frankly the prospect of a long term relationship of commitment and all that heart ache and heart break scares me, let alone marriage.

Yes, when guys get married, it IS game over.

Funny film is funny!

EDIT:

I just came across this and it was extremely amusing.

"MEN have 3 Feelings... HAPPY, MAD, & DON'T GIVE A F*CK. P*ssies have feelings like melancholy, existentialism, depression, romantic feelings."

So quotable.

2009-10-22T21:18:00.002+08:00

Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

So fire or ice?

Unlike Robert Frost, I believe if you truly wish to destroy a relationship, an end by ice is the most final and painful way to go. I don't agree that hate would be an icy attribute though, if I read it right.

It's indifference.

The icy floes of indifference extinguish even the fiercest fires of passion, the wildest conflagrations of love, and the most malicious of hate sparks.

2009-10-22T15:01:00.005+08:00

Alright so I'm $55 lighter, but it HAD to be done. A mouse which scrolls by itself isn't co-operating.

I don't really like this new mouse, a Razer Krait. I mean sure it's precise and all but it's TOO DAMNED SMALL and doesn't have any extra buttons. Oh well better get used to it. Having big hands makes for inconvenient mice usage.

Least my scroll works. *Laughs*

2009-10-21T21:31:00.003+08:00

1) Don't sleepwalk. Some people sleep, and when they get up, they're still sleeping. They sleep all their lives.

2) What you are today is a product of yesterday's thoughts. No wonder some people keep wanting to change their lives but never succeed. Their yesterday was the same as the other yesterdays! What you are tomorrow is a product of today's thoughts. Since the only thing you can change is the present, change today!

3) There is the stimulus, and there's you. Between the two there's the space. You, being human, have all the power to decide what you want to do in the space. Specifically, how you want to respond.

4) Reacting is different from responding. You respond with thought. You react without using your conscious mind. One is not better than the other. Rather, you have to make sure that when you react, it is positive in nature. You condition yourself to react positively.

5) Joy comes from within. The outside world is simply pleasure. Be it people, things. The whole universe operates on thoughts. Have the right thoughts and you'll find joy.

6) They call it falling in love for a reason. They're still sleeping! Love, but don't fall.

7) Be joyous and you'll find you attract joyous things, and benefit the people around you!

8) You're fine as it is. Don't be who you're not. Rather, as before - thoughts are the center of the universe. Change your thoughts!

This time frame has been very enlightening.

2009-10-21T14:25:00.003+08:00

What's this? Disappearing posts you say? Hmm nope, don't recall. Maybe it was part of the quality control check. Bad things leak through sometimes. I'm going to have to punish some gnomes at QC. ;)

Yes, the iPhone's one of my best investments. Mobile blogging ftw.

I'll make up for that error with another story when the day is done.

2009-10-17T11:36:00.003+08:00

It's tough.

Then again, it was never easy. Keep looking for the silver lining.

The first hints of snow have started falling. It's beautiful, the landscape painted in silver.

Don't stop. Live his dreams through ourselves.

17/10/09

2009-10-16T14:10:00.008+08:00

Today was a day of firsts and lasts, of alpha and omega. Oddly, it's easy to describe how I feel. A mixture of relief and indifference.

I feel relief - relief stemming from today's arrival. I may at long last shed this false skin I wear. It is finished. The deed is done. I have waited two years for dawn. Time did not fly. It was cruel, it crawled, mocking me at every turn.

Lady Luck was not kind. The roll of the dice worked against me. Seemingly random encounters thought it amusing to fulfill the extreme end of Murphy's law. I stuck it through. What choice did I have, really?

I will be thankful for one thing. My days were uneventful, not because of a lack of effort but rather a colossal one to keep things uninteresting and routine. No surprises - I would have none of that.

There comes a time where a man has to, quite simply, walk away. Because really, there is nothing left, or rather, there was nothing in the first place.

For once, or rather, for a long time coming, I can finally walk away from something completely. This is closure of the surest kind.

I expected elation. Ecstasy. Afterall, this was the goal in mind. From the first day, this was what I set my sights on. The end. Only the bells of joy never pealed. It never came. It wasn't because a sense of loss overcame the thrills of freedom, not at all. In fact it's inexplicable. The whole affair was neither joyous nor melancholic. Maybe it's because induced nostalgia can trigger a recall of less.. desirable memories as a side effect. Who knows?

Above all, I am tired and indifferent. Hate something long enough and fatigue creeps in. It was no falsehood when they said hating is tiring. I've felt it all - any negative feelings a human can know. Now, I just want to forget. This never happened. This is detachment. A goodbye for the sake of saying goodbye, for all it's worth.

There are no regrets, for there were no expectations.

I come with nothing and leave with nothing. I take away nothing and give away nothing. There are no debts between us.

May the years of '08 and '09 remain a void, forgotten and lost.

Goodbye.

2009-10-16T00:52:00.004+08:00

We all have a past.

Not all of us have a future though. Or rather, sometimes, some people just have theirs robbed. It could have been done in a multitude of ways, but that's ultimately irrelevant. It could have been anyone's, everyone's or noone's fault. Again, inconsequential and insignificant.

What's more important is how you take this loss. At first it's not to grief so much. Then it's to remember it for all the good it was. And finally, to seek strength from it.

The day draws near. I would wish for all who are concerned to attend, but alas, remembering is an impossible task for some, so we shall not even discuss presence. It is disappointing, even saddening, but nevertheless, not unexpected.

We're all caught up in the present, but it's fine.

My mouse wheel is spoiled and I am PISST. Time to replace broken stuff.

2009-10-15T07:23:00.001+08:00

Heaven queen, bury me
In all that blue.

Little boy
Such precious joy
Is dead to the world.

2009-10-14T22:09:00.003+08:00

Girls are so goddamned shy!

I didn't believe it at first, and that resulted in me pedestaling all of them. Now that I look back, it's disgusting. Perfect way to slip into the doomed fate of your average frustrated chump.

Deep down inside they really want to be treated like little girls. I'm serious!

So I did a little experiment these past few days - establishing eye contact with people on the streets.

Now this is a little more difficult here. For starters, it's weird. I'd admit for all the supercharged-ness I've felt these few days, sometimes I'd get cold feet and look away. But most of the time there simply isn't an opportunity!

No one even bothers to establish eye contact, it's sad! Every bloke on the street reeks of low self-esteem. Think it's creepy that you look at people on the streets? Yeah you're probably one of those zero confidence people.

Seriously. There was a rather attractive OL that was looking in my direction, so I just looked into her eyes for a bit, we held it for about say 2 seconds. I tilted my head and smiled a little.

She immediately looked away and had a sheepish smile on her face. Is that a blush I spy?! It's hilarious! Must have made her day.

Guys with confidence issues, give it a shot. These few days I've tried it, I felt A LOT better about myself.

Next step's to say hi to perfect strangers. This one's gonna be a lot tougher, but I reckon a lot more fun too.

I'll write about it real soon.

Oh yeah regarding today, alright so it wasn't THAT productive but I must say I'm satisfied. A bro's great company, especially when he knows his maths. LMAO.

2009-10-13T18:01:00.006+08:00

I read an article someone wrote earlier today. Okay more of a forum post, but eh. It's pretty interesting.

"What I believe Sir Chance might mean is that in today's society, the vast overwhelming super duper freakin majority of women are women in name only. In the "old days" there was the concept of the "Three B's" for a lady's upbringing. They were Beauty, Brains, and Breeding. When the three were combined and stressed, a REAL woman was the result.

From my own personal experience, today's women in our society (Im speaking about western culture) almost completely lack the third B, Breeding. Some do have Beauty as well as Brains, but even then their lack of a proper upbringing has not taught them the correct way to treat others, especially men, and the Brains part is usually twisted by that upbringing. Couple this with the recent feminist movement and you have a generation of overly self absorbed, twisted females. So no wonder its hard to find a good woman, a REAL woman nowadays.

Of course now I probably sound like a misogynist hehehe. However I'm just speaking from my personal experience from interacting with the many females I've known of all ages and comparing how the older ones of past generations act and think, and comparing them to how the new and younger ones act and think. The amazing number of broken households and families have almost certainly helped to contribute to this, and it affects men quite a bit too, but to me it seems the girls are the ones who end up being the most affected by it, but I could be wrong as my focus is predominantly on them."

To which Sir Chance replies

"You hit the nail on the head. That is EXACTLY what I was saying! I hadn't nailed the concept down to a single word, but there you have it: BREEDING.

My dad used to work VERY long hours. He had to. I have 9 brothers and sisters. Guess I know where I got my sex drive! Anyway, when she cooked dinner, she would ALWAYS fix him a plate, and put it in the refrigerator. He might not get home till 2 or 3 in the morning, but she had enough respect for him that he had a good home-cooked meal waiting on him when he got home. You think today's b*tches would do that? I don't think so. Their idea of a home cooked meal is takeout Chinese nuked in the microwave.

My mom gets so pissed at my sisters because they don't show the proper respect for their husbands.

Both the breakup of the traditional family, as well as western affluence have BOTH contributed to women today.
Daddy-less girls usually end up being sl*ts, who look for someone to take Daddy's place.
Women who grew up where Daddy gave them everything end up being heartless, cruel, b*tches who think men should kowtow to their every whim.

That is why I have always said farm girls usually are good women. They grew up on a farm, and saw how hard their dads had to work. Plus, they probably had to work hard too. I have YET to meet a farm girl that was high maintenance.

Yes, I believe BREEDING is the correct term."

Consider this: They say all the good men are gone, but could it be a result of the dinosaurification of good women that flushed all the good men out? =O

I don't justify nor seek approval for my actions, not anymore, but I don't need a bunch of angry feminazis with choppers at my door. The reply to the first post wasn't exactly diplomatic, that I know. I don't have as strong a stance as he does, and I have my own thoughts on the matter. It's just an alternate view, but you get the point.

It's not that the modern women is horrible, or that I'm mocking women's emancipation - none of that shit. I'm just pointing out maybe in that process, in that crazy feminazi movement, something was lost. It's affected not only women, but men as well! Our social structures have morphed rapidly over the years, so this is just some thought on the matter.

I dodged the bullet. Seriously. Fuckin dodged it!

2009-10-13T07:44:00.005+08:00

So I just had a session with my history teacher, and she pretty much thinks I sold myself out by taking sciences. Should have taken H2 she said. Would've done well.

So yes things do look slightly peachier, I can do this shit if I want to. Hell it was a rushed essay I did last night, or rather this morning and she was still pretty satisfied. She has a pretty subtle way of saying I replace content with BS though. Really cute. Wait for it.

"Ian I think you'll do very well in university, you seem to be able to find a lot of information that aren't in my handouts. But you know you need to get through the A levels before you can do any uni work."

Rofl. But it wasn't all bad as I said earlier. Things are getting peachier. I can engage the goddamn question and I have the flair for writing essays but somehow I ain't bothering. Wonder why. Oh right. No content. Why? Chronic lazyitis. Not fatal but can lead to failure and discontent. BS that I'm gonna give over myself to that.

Been out of commission for awhile, true. Feel better now than ever, also true. I can do this shit and much more. As I said before, this confidence is downright sexy and addictive. I am in love with myself. Hail to the king, baby!

HOO-AH!

2009-10-12T15:10:00.004+08:00

Remember, kids.

Judge not by words, but by actions!

They weren't kidding when they said communication is 3% talking and 97% body language. Seriously? Words mean jackshit as I've found out.

Waiters can tell you to enjoy your meal. But in Singapore, the service here is shit, so they probably sound like they want you to choke on a bone and die.

The guy can tell the girl "I love you.", but it means nothing when she sees another girl in his arms, or runs along and tends to his other things as if she doesn't exist the moment he gets a breather.

You see, it's our first line of offense when we want to lie. Words. We use them to communicate and therefore, if we which to communicate lies, we do it via words firstly. This is why text is even more limited. So now you can't even hear a person's inflections and change in tone. It's just text! How about that?!

Why do you think lil kids can't lie for shit? They've only mastered the art of changing their words. Takes a lot to get your body to lie along.

Once again, remember, especially guys when in doubt.

Actions. Not words.

2009-10-10T22:42:00.004+08:00

My mouse scroll is busted. I am really pissed off.

It is, however, irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

We went back home today, to study. I must say, the new sports complex in VS is really a godsend. You new Victorians are very, very lucky. Before, various CCAs had to compete for sporting venues, leaving guys who just wanted to play ball stranded, especially during the times where the field was getting its synthetic makeover.

Yes, VS is something more. We get the good shit. Of all the secondary schools out there, we have the best facilities, because we deserve every single cent spent on 'em.

It was quiet and relatively cooling. I got a good amount of work done but it could be better. Overall not too shabby.

The real fun part about today, which I wouldn't give up for anything, was dinner at Werner's Oven at Siglap.

Oktoberfest just ended, but they still had the Oktoberfest menu, so hell we went for the 'Oktoberfest for 4'. There were 6 of us.

Okay so we did top it up with 1 main course and 2 more beers, but either way, it was extremely filling. I couldn't think of a single bad dish. Seriously. Maybe the french fries. Yeah that's the worst of all the food, but only because, well, it's ordinary and your french fries come from the goddamn frozen pack anyway.

Those trashy chicken sausages that come in packs.. well I wouldn't even call them sausages. Seriously. You haven't had sausages till you've had the ones here. They're huge, juicy and don't have that boring, salty, non-descript taste of the typical frozen frankfurters.

Pork knuckles were crazy good. You could feel the fats melting in your mouth - I shit you not. Overall an epic gastronomical experience.

Sure the bill worked out to be about $36 per person, but for the company, food and experience, it was more than worth it.

Photos.

From Ian@rantbox

Beer is good. You can never go wrong with beer.

From Ian@rantbox

Straight out of a coming of age film. WHAT A BIG BOY YOU ARE NOW MELVIN!

From Ian@rantbox

Pretzels. Nothing extraordinary. Tim told us that we're supposed to dip the pretzels into the beer. The collective of us did just that and wasted no time looking like idiots.

From Ian@rantbox

Meal for four? Really?

From Ian@rantbox

Yeah we finished it. See that satisfied smile on Melvin's face? You can figure who paid disproportionately less.

From Ian@rantbox

Andrew, the plate is EMPTY. STOP PICKING AT THE GODDAMNED BONES.

From Ian@rantbox

Easily the picture of the day. Prost!

That's a day well spent brothers. Wouldn't give it up for anything.

Inhale life, exhale pain.

2009-10-09T21:22:00.004+08:00

Shit has been breaking down and I do NOT appreciate it.

Phone reception has been wonky.
Phone has been hanging.
There's a shitty piece of paper stuck in my iPhone's headphone jack.
Mouse scrolling seems to be a problem.
There's a tear in my gorgeous sling bag.
The last vestiges of my ancient shoes are giving way.
Garena is breaking down and refuses to connect.
Laptop's been heating up really quick.
My appetite stinks - lots of rubbish but no solid meals.
Diarrhoea.

But I still feel awesome.

Suddenly every random on the street feels like second rate trash and I am indeed, God's gift to mankind.

This is addictive.

Mine is yours and yours is mine
There is no divide
In your honor
I will die tonight.

Indifference

2009-10-09T06:33:00.003+08:00

Indifference is a powerful tool. More so than love or hate can ever hope to be.

2009-10-08T20:26:00.003+08:00

This shit feels good.

Born and fated to be an alpha.

Slipped to beta somewhere along the hustle and bustle you call life.

Sorry ma, sorry pa. And most of all, a big apology to mother nature.

Now to see exactly what this gift from mother nature is capable of.

We jump feet first into hell.

2009-10-06T21:38:00.006+08:00

I have no goddamned problems with my kidneys. They are fine as my GP said more than 10 years ago.

Fucking checkups. I know it's protocol and all, but looks like it's time to review it. Obviously it's not working.

In fact, I'm thinking it would actually be worth my time if I had something wrong with my kidneys. I'd down PES and it'd have actually made me feel a little better about all that running about from CMPB to TTSH. Annoying.

Life.

Ain't about hating or loving it. More of living it because it wasn't your choice that you're supposed to exist, and we all fear death, so no point ending it.

In fact, I read something once, and it made sense, how we manage to stay on despite the chilling fact that, life is not beautiful, and beds of roses have more than a bed of thorns.

'I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings."

That's why at some point in your life, you feel indifference. Not love nor hate for life. Just indifference. No choice in the matter, yet a gnawing fear whenever you decide to do away with it.

2009-10-04T19:39:00.006+08:00

Want a peek? Then come closer ;)

2009-10-03T19:41:00.005+08:00

I couldn't sleep. Not at all. Tossed and turned. An hour. Maybe two. It's like scenes of a horror movie that doesn't stop. All the worst parts repeated.

Exaggerations aside, maybe it had to due with the fact that, you know, the goddamned air conditioner seemed to be gushing liquid nitrogen. Unfamiliar beds do indeed, give you fitful slumber. Not fun.

Insomnia's really bad, and I don't even think I'm experiencing a third of it. Poor insomniacs, really.

2009-10-02T22:35:00.003+08:00

Important life lesson revised: Don't try to do what you were obviously not made to do.

I listen and like music.

Ma used to say people who sing good don't usually look good. God seems to have shortchanged me on both, but eh.

So anyway, yes, KTV sessions are for me to listen to people, and not for me to sing. Because there are two outcomes if I do:

a) Complete disaster.
b) Utter calamity.

Fuck you god, fuck you!

2009-10-01T23:58:00.004+08:00

I got flooded with a bunch of chinese songs from mc today.

Honestly, I won't deny it. They sound mostly the same, have the same speeds, rhythms and progression.

What else you can't deny is that they're sickeningly sweet. So honeyed you can't help but think and feel, you know, maybe they're right. It's that worth it. I tried to switch to some metal, or something angry just to get my mind off things.

I just kept going back.

Have you seen the MVs? They're about the same as well. Usually a love that did not come to be, separated by death, distance or illness. Or worse, time. The themes are similar, recurring and amazingly cliche.

Again, irrefutably sweet.

But but but, at the very end, simply a fairy tale produced by people who want you to buy their CDs!

Sorry, but this shit only happens in fairy tales. We all know fairy tales, quite literally, don't exist. Life ain't a fairy tale, nor is it a nightmare, but either way, if you're even thinking of sharing the kind of shit in the MVs or songs, be in for a rude awakening.

2009-10-01T06:27:00.005+08:00

Today, as I woke up, I refused to do so. Until I realized I was going to be fucking late for school and you have to produce a goddamn MC everytime you're absent. Seriously CJ?

Why so anal?

Oh right. Catholic school.

Magic

2009-09-30T22:00:00.003+08:00

Magic does not exist.

What you see, what you hold, is a product of your actions, and yours alone.

Credit yourself.

2009-09-29T23:17:00.003+08:00

Huh. You know how every resolution doesn't seem to end cleanly? Yeah there's always residual mess to clean up, or to deal with. In some situations, the remains are enough to bring about a new host of problems.

Another situation.

Yes, residual laxatives are not fun to deal with, especially when you break your fast (for the sake of the X-ray, then again, y'all know I'm not religious) and start gorging yourself. The food has to end up somewhere right?

Not pretty.

Well least it's over, and I've gotten rid of the urine tankard. Back to school.

2009-09-28T16:40:00.003+08:00

I'm tired and it's been a loooooong day. Of doing nothing much, but anticipation's always worse than participation.

Collected my pee sample for 24 hours because that bastard told me to, made the toilet bowl my best friend no thanks to the laxatives, and in general just feel really sluggish and down.

Blood test (For the third time now) and x-ray tomorrow. Oh yeah and urine tank submission. God am I glad to be rid of that foul smelling monstrosity.

'course we all got our lil bundles of joy and pick me ups, and I guess it was more than enough to last me through the day.

2009-09-27T23:05:00.004+08:00

Apparently, the different departments of the military aren't so orchestrated in dealing with new recruits, especially us conscripts. (Technically, NS is kinda like conscription eh?)

So I've got an up coming (possible) kidney problem, of which I have to collect my pee for 24 hours tomorrow. And induce diarrhea. Then go for an x-ray and blood test (for the third time) the next day.

Lovely lovely.

The next thing I know, the Navy sends another one of their recruitment promotion thing, and they included this triangular object (which you have to fold and paste yourself), which has three positions on each side. Powerpoint Manager. Excel Sheet Manager. Commanding Officer. Followed by my name. It's that triangular thing which you put on desks to show your name and position. The exact name escapes me.

Anyway, yes, Commanding Officer Ian with kidney failure. LOL.

Excel sheet manager and Powerpoint manager really stink, but those aren't actual positions. Come on.

It'd be clerk, or senior clerk, or presenter or whatever.

Add that I just saw Letters from Iwo Jima, and you see that war is really a terrible, horrifying thing no one should have to go through. Every soldier out there that died had a family. A mother, father. A wife. Children. Friends.

They're just like all of us. They have their story behind them, the own chapters of their lives that they've closed, or fresh ones that they're penning, even future, planned narrations.

They're the main characters of their lives, as much as we feel we are the stars of our lives.

I want no business with war.

Side note: It's always the Navy that sends their promotion thing. Makes you wonder. No one wants to join the Navy because, quite simply, it isn't attractive. IMO, our Navy is more of a glorified coast guard than anything else. We don't have them big mean ships because we don't need them.

See those Navy advertisements?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimitz_class_aircraft_carrier

No really, I think a wiki page advertises better. This is what the US Navy has. That is why it is attractive to serve. Our largest ships are only a third as long and displace thirty times less water. IE. Frigates, the ships that they just LOVE to advertise. Read: Irrelevant except for patrol purposes.

Navy = Aicraft Carriers. Everything else is built around the carriers.

Commanding Officer Ian? Nah.

Chief Executive Officer Ian? Yeah, now we're talking.

Not disinformation, and no lies. Not with you. I promise.

2009-09-24T23:06:00.003+08:00

Doesn't feel like A levels are coming, or at least I'm behaving in a manner which doesn't reflect it.

Got NFS Shift a week ago, loved it, probably have a long way to go with it.

Ditched school two days ago to grab Halo 3: ODST, got like four jealous people messaging me "WTF"s while I was playing, which I promptly ignored. Sorry having too much fun.

See, here's where studying pays off. It gives you an excuse to drag your sorry ass outta the house, then since you're out anyway, might as well hop by Suntec and preorder it.

Then collect it the moment, heck no, 2 hours before the release time. Ninja it back home once you have your grubby mitts on it. Play it until 1.30 am in the morning, until you finish it and disregard the fact that you have school.

Gloat about saving the world and kicking ass to the jealous lazy asses who couldn't be arsed to pre-order. Ah yes, and Dan Brown's new novel which my mum pre-ordered. Don't know if it's good, that's why I'll have to read it!

Hey I'll learn new words for GP, so technically, it isn't totally entertainment.

Self-justifications. Don't you just love them Ian?

Actually, they were what got me into the whole debacle last week, and a lot of other silly shit.

Did I mention? Kill Bill p1 and 2 tomorrow. In Blu-Ray. Darren's place. 5.1 surround sound. SECKS. A levels? Wuzzat?

*Softly, with a deep voice* "Son, I need to speak to you."

2009-09-22T09:53:00.005+08:00

There are some things in life you cannot choose.

How you feel.

What you see when you close your eyes and finally sleep.

You can, however, accept your heritage and admit that you are King.

2009-09-21T23:04:00.003+08:00

So where is your god now?!

Lol. Only 30? Really?

I couldn't resist adding this one in.

2 and 3 tell a story. Can you figure it out?

2009-09-21T17:27:00.006+08:00

It's been a very, very long week. The weekend seemed as if it wouldn't end. It doubled the duration of the week. It's a lot for one person to take.

Do you know the worst kind of pains?

It's the ones that are chronic. Not the sharp, piercing pain of a bullet wound, but the dull aches that stay with you, long after the bullet's removed, long after the wound's closed.

In this week alone I've felt a large myriad of emotions, more colourful than any rainbow.

Pain. Anger. Hate. Disgust. Jealousy. Confusion.

Hope. Happiness. Love.

But above all, bliss. Pure bliss.

Maybe the last four were lies. I think they were. It was what I forced upon myself, and others. But I felt it nevertheless. It's just, the price that was paid, was too heavy.

For the first time I thought not of the politically correct thing, but the thing I wanted. I went for it.

It was to lands far over the horizon - unpathed waters, undreamed shores. Before, I was timid, scared. Then I took a deep breath and went for it. Uncharted lands.

I was rewarded with treasures that turned false, and I left with less crew than I had departed with.

Yet in that process, I think I found myself again. The heart still beats.

I'd taken every opportunity that presented itself, except the last. Me being me, pulled back. Could have been the fatal mistake, could have changed naught of the outcome but merely delay it, could have been the right choice. It's still too early to find out, but it is perhaps, inconsequential.

What I do know, is that maybe I'm doomed to doing the right things. For a moment, if I thought just for myself, it seems everything falls apart. Happiness falsified and forced on others.

No. I'd live a life with nary a smile and just my brothers if it meant that. And I think I will. Rebuild the castle, my fortress. If you're not good enough, don't try. Don't burden the people around you with needless emotional baggage.

If you're a waste of oxygen, the least you could do is hide and not show yourself.

Got about 50 days left. Brace for impact. That, I can do.

But above all, do I hate you for making me feel that way? Yes, yes I do. Would I have done anything different? No. Maybe just the last parts.

Should you forgive yourself? No. No sin was committed to forgive. What should you do now? Anything except run away and disappear, shouldering the consequences of a crime non-existent.

Bottom line? We're still here. Hello.

2009-09-20T11:17:00.004+08:00

I got up this morning, once earlier than normal to check for something, but it wasn't there as I expected.

Then twice at the usual alarm, but I wouldn't get up. The previous night, was a long night. I've lost some stuff, but learned a lot about myself. The thing is about the lost things, not all of them I had to lose. It's those things where you leave your hands out there for 'em to grab it, but they leave anyway.

I cut myself pretty bad when I was brushing my teeth this morning. Funny, I'm usually careful and this never happens. Blood was flowing out and it stained my teeth red. It wouldn't stop flowing no matter how many times I rinsed it, until I realized you just have to stop for a bit, let it clot, then rinse out the stains.

There's gonna be some stains leftover, sure, but it reminds you to be more careful. There isn't anything you can't learn from, and there isn't anything that's so bad you can't even begin to think of a solution. There's no problem that only has running as a solution.

Just when you think you're infallible, invulnerable, someone shows you that you have an Achillie's heel, a weakness, that you never knew was so debilitating.

I'm waiting for a lost friend. Have you seen her?

2009-09-19T22:13:00.004+08:00

The boys are at Daniel's playing poker, it's odd how I didn't join them, but the reason's simple. I like poker, it's one of the few card games I actually like and play a little. But poker doesn't like me, so spectating is all I do, and poker isn't exactly a spectator friendly game.

Can't get too involved because it's sensitive, but it gets boring staying out and watching for too long, so I decided to meet bfoo, which, due to.. minor technicalities which were sorted out, resulted in me being late in meeting him.

Of course the blighter didn't mind, he had a free dinner and drink thrown in. Lucky bastard!

I've just been reminded of something, and it's that you can prepare for all outcomes, replay every scenario in your mind and deal with them. It's not a problem, at all. Not as if you'd be taken aback or unhappy at any of the outcomes. Everything's laid out, and you wait, look on, satisfied at what you've done.

Then y'know, the unexpected happens, as it always does. Should have seen it coming right? Yeah, Murphy's Law. What can happen will happen. It's not intrinsically good or bad, it just happens.

This time though, I can't help but to feel it's a bad way out. Not an outcome I like. At all.

Well you know what they say. Could haves, should haves, if onlys, maybes. Won't brood over what's done or can't be changed, though any of the probable, planned outcomes are better than what have happened, but when you're being pushed away there's not much you can do except hope and leave the hand outstretched.

Time, the Past, Present and Future.

2009-09-16T23:48:00.001+08:00

Tick tock tick tock.

"OH MY GOD I CAN'T REWIND TIME!"

No shit Sherlock.

"But I can make do with what I have left!"

That's better.

I've buried the ghosts of my past.

2009-09-15T21:05:00.006+08:00

Sometimes you're presented with two extremes, and it's hard to choose. You've always stuck to one, then one day you decide to move. It feels good, and you keep moving.

You make good progress, halfway there. Then you're caught in the middle and you get stuck there. You realize it's completely messed up, and you were better off at that goddamn corner, where you never moved. Maybe it wasn't good but at least it wasn't hard and you could keep lying to yourself that you didn't care.

Jesus. For all that I studied for Chem, I now realize how much I did not know. It's no longer "I don't know what I don't know." I worked towards "knowing everything" and I'm suspended now in "knowing what I don't know".

The end results don't change, it's just more difficult for me to deal with. Maybe it's like what Daniel said. The more you look at certain things, the less you know. Ignorance is bliss.

I hate the goddamn fact that I might have fucking kidney stones or kidney failure.

I hate the fact that I have to pee into this embarrassing 3 litre container that smells like shit the day before my next appointment.

I hate the fact that I have to take laxatives two days before my next appointment.

It doesn't help that the doctor doesn't seem to fucking care; fucking flippant, condescending bastard. But he's the doctor right? And I'm in a fucking government subsidized hospital because the ministry says I have to be. Look we have the fucking money to go to a private hospital and not take this shit.

But no. Of course not. Things don't work like that. You take what you get and don't grumble about all that could have been, because you'll just fuck yourself over and be unhappy.

The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt me. Too bad I don't have the option not to play.

2009-09-14T23:58:00.002+08:00

Guys, please don't go there.

When they said nice guys finish last, they meant it.

Funny how things change and you start doing things you never would have.

2009-09-13T23:21:00.002+08:00

It's not like I've been slacking away.

Papers start tomorrow and it barely feels like I've had more than a day's worth of a break. Funny, time flies when you're having fun right? Not quite. Time flies when you're working on your A levels syllabus.

I've told my fair share of lies, not to anyone in particular, mostly to myself. It's incredible how people can lie to themselves and figure it's 'for the greater good'. Somehow, it comes back to haunt them. You can keep running, run for a life time. People do that. Until they find out it's just yawning at their heels, getting bigger.

Can't lie anymore that I don't care about everything, that I'm just getting through. I care. I care, a lot. The people around me, the people I know, the people I don't know.. everyone. I buried the lessons of my mother and lied that I don't know of compassion.

Today, I've learned to stop lying. For the first time in a long time, I feel as if I've made the right choice.

I don't know about heaven, but I believe in angels.

Chapter XI: Second Chances

2009-09-12T00:09:00.005+08:00

"WHAT?"

Ian snapped to a sitting position, unnaturally quick and robotic. He felt his head smash into something, or someone, but it didn't matter. As suddenly as he got up, but with much less fanfare, Ian's shoulders slumped and he exhaled strongly. He tried to attune himself to his surroundings, but nothing made sense.

Kate groaned and tasted copper. Ian's unholy awakening had caught her unaware, and she was rewarded with a cut lip.

"Hey the guy got up. Better say your thanks to him Pete." Daniel said dismissively, evidently more absorbed with eliminating the remaining traces of slime in parts of his body he never knew existed.

Pete grunted, his knee joints popping as he stood up and loomed over Ian.

"Ya alright, kid?"

"Where am I? What the hell's going on? Who are you?" Ian's misguided reply was laced with pain and more than a little confusion.

"Wait I'm not in court? Where's the judge?"

A deafening silence fell on the room. The gazes of the other four bore into Ian, but consciousness was not in his list of things working right. He put his palms to his face and kneaded it.

"Look I don't know what the hell happened to you, but you're pretty banged up. Pull your shit together or we're all gonna die." Pete was no master of subtlety, and he did little to mask his impatience.

"You're in the Old Changi Hospital now, and you saved my goddamned ass from an insane batshit monster that wanted to tear my fucking throat out, then proceeded to pass out. It's been three days." Pete paused and watched Ian's eyes focus, digesting the new information presented to him.

"We have all the supplies we need, medicine, food, water, whatever. But no ammo. Sooner or later those dead hunks of meat are gonna find us, so we have to move, and we can't afford deadweight around." Pete continued and swallowed, giving Ian just enough respite to savour their situation.

"Step one: We look for ammo. Step two: We find a means of transport off this sunny island. Step three, we live our lives and hope we never fucking see each other again."

"Alright. What about Plan B?" Ian croaked weakly. The least the bastard could do was realize he just saved his life, and had something gut him, and was in a coma for three days. No dice.

Pete cackled.

"Son, there is no Plan B."

Ian touched his side gingerly, and felt a smooth textile. It wasn't the burning pit of coals he remembered it to be, but the pain ebbed enough to serve as a reminder that the synapses in his brain still worked.

"Okay right? I do one."

Ian tuned his head slowly towards the familiar, chirpy voice and smiled. Kate was alright.

"Yeah. Yeah it's fine, thanks. Sorry about your lip."

She licked the traces of blood pooling on the crevasses of her lips, curling it slightly and shook her head gently, saying nothing.

A grunt blanketed the still air, and Pete sauntered back to Ian, clicking on the safety of a pistol.

"Hate to interrupt your little tete-a-tete, but I think this belongs to you. Solid firearm. Cleaned it out for ya, it's got a few rounds left. Keep it well, you're a pretty decent shot."

Pete stretched his arm and handed the pistol grip first to Ian. Ian welcomed the familiar sensation of cold steel and polymer in his hands.

"Ah yeah, I'm Pete. The guy with the stolen Armani suit dipped in slime's Daniel. That quiet guy there, he's Sean. Picked him up along with you two. Get some rest. We leave in an hour."

Pete returned to his corner of the basement and checked his backpack, while Kate poured Ian a glass of water and prepared some painkillers. Ian felt his wrist, and he froze as a chill streaked up his spine. Adrenaline spiked momentarily as he confirmed the impossible - his mother's watch. Looks like he wasn't done here after all.

Silence descended the basement once more, but not for long.

The unmistakable cacophony of screaming military aircraft sounded overhead, accompanied shortly by a thunderous symphony of military-grade bombs carpeting the ground in a deadly, fiery embrace.

Pete spun around and hardened his eyes.

"Almost forgot. US military's here. No idea why, but they're our ticket out."

Chapter X: Iudicium

2009-09-09T22:34:00.005+08:00

You'd think they'd treat you better when you're dead and gone. But like the many things in life, I'm dead wrong. I wish I could be surprised. Feels like I'm past that.

Anyway, looks like the doors behind are locked, if they were even doors. Door knob, door knob.. nope. The room was pitch black. The blind were lucky enough to function without sight. I wasn't nearly as fortunate.

Guess I'm going to have to grope my way around. Not that it's anything unfamiliar. Even before the world went to hell, no one knew what was going on in their lives. The infection just gave a new meaning to zombies - putrid and rotting instead of workaholic and consumerist. Either way, both kinds are dead.

"About as dead as you are. Welcome to, well, you can call it the court of life. We're not exactly the Abrahamic Gods that are so popular amongst you people, but it's close enough."

Privy to privacy. Just like that Peter guy, or should I say Saint Peter?

"So that's it? My curtain call?"

"Pretty much."

Huh. Sucks.

"So this is like some judgment thing yes? To determine if I go to heaven or hell? A blow by blow account of my life and whether it was right or wrong?"

"Sort of."

"Just so you know, I am, or rather, was an atheist. In life of course."

I almost laughed. I'm going to determine the quality of the rest of my.. well, eternity and I'm this concerned?

"You do know the lake of fire was a hoax to induce fear? You mortals are ingenius at.. as you say it 'ripping people off'."

No lake of fire for me. Whoopee.

"Great. Anyway let's start, not a long life, but it's been awhile, and I want to make this quick."

"As you wish. Let's see.. fertilization, gestation, birth.. ah there. When you were five months old, you had colic, am I right to say that?"

"Yeah I guess. Mum told me. Wailed like the little shit I was."

"Are you guilty of faking your colic at times, just for attention?"

"The hell? Are you serious?"

"Are you or are you not guilty of faking your colic for attention? Lying. Did you lie? Do not repeat this mistake again!"

"This is fucking ridiculo-"

Something sharp and hot bores into my head.

I wanted to scream, but somehow, I didn't. Before I knew it I was on all fours. Funny, I'm not bleeding, and there's nothing behind my head.

"Answer me."

"Fuck me I don't know. Is this one of those trials where they force you to confess? If so just spare me the goddamned trouble."

"Guilty then."

"Whatever. The next time you have a kid make sure to call him a liar as well alright?"

The lights come on, blinding me temporarily. Something drops behind me. My mother's watch! What's it doing here? I thought I lost it. It's a little too small, but it's always been that way. Somethings never change, or you don't want them to.

"Theft now? Disappointing. That's your mother's watch. Did you-

Wait a second, I've been talking to a disembodied voice all along. Where's the fella?

"-oup. Looks like there's an error. My apologies, you're in a bit early. You're free to go."

Honestly.

"Yes, honestly. We made an error it seems. Says here on your file you're not due for some time. You aren't finished there. Tata!"

"Wha-"

I thought I saw her face. I thought I saw the past, the past of happier times. I thought I saw myself smile.

I thought wrong.

The ghosts of your past will never let you go.

2009-09-08T02:26:00.003+08:00

Study break begins! KGO.

I did a chapter of chemistry and some math. Math wasn't bad, in fact it was entertaining when I could solve it.

Having said that, yeah, it still feels shitty when your friends discuss something which you take for granted is another subject, therefore it's natural you don't know anything.

Until you hear one or two familiar words and realize it's something you have to know. Actually, no, I take that back. It's not something you have to know, it's something you should have already known, and it sure as hell isn't another subject.

Good grief.

And we lay we lay together just not
Too close, too close
(How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close

2009-09-02T23:49:00.002+08:00

Perceptions unadopted
Challenges unattempted
Mettle untested
Opportunities unbothered

Regrets.. well, unsurprisingly, unavoidable.

That's CJC summed up.

Perseverance however, undying.

That's for me, and for the brothers that stayed beside me.
Nah wait.
It's for us, for the brothers that stayed strong beside each other.

Keep truckin for another 58 days and we'll be jus' peachy.

2009-09-01T23:10:00.006+08:00

Y'know I'm ashamed to say, but it's took me long enough to realize something. No, I didn't just dawn upon it today, but it's recent, and it's that's stretching pardons for being tardy.

I have problems. Sure. Lots of them. Many facets in my life are, well, not working right. Could be better. Some not in my power to correct, others within reach but I'm not budging. Some thrust on me, others of my own doing.

In the eye of that shit storm though, I've pretty much forgotten something I've enunciated for as long as I can remember. The world does not care. Guess what? Other people have problems too. Mine seem miniscule, unimportant and even embarrassing to even mention, let alone get upset about.

If I'm not going to shut up and solve it, guess what, no one else is going to give a flying fuck. There are people with issues that pertain to life and death, and I'm not even risking a hair here. It's juvenile to even be concerned with such 'problems'.

You know what? From now on, I'll call them speed bumps. Just drive the fuck over them. It's a minor hiccup in the otherwise fucked up, excruciatingly long and winding road we call life.

The kicker? My solvable problems have simple solutions. Goddamn waste of oxygen you are, Ian.

EDIT: I speel gudz. GP's in 8 1/2 hours and I'm STILL making grammatical errors. Fuck this.

2009-08-30T12:21:00.005+08:00

I'm a light sleeper, but also a terribly lazy person. I get up at pretty much anything, someone opening the door opposite, someone walking past the door etc. But then the lazy part takes over and I go back to sleep. It's that whole "8 hours of sleep is good for you, so I refuse to wake up until I've had 8 hours" thing.

It's pretty moot actually, since 8 hours is just the average mark, and we all have different hours. Darren said it had something to do with sleep cycles and I understood, somewhat. God I don't know where that guy gets his random bits of information.

I've pretty much been putting Nightwish on loop, but meh, not like I'm actually listening to what's going on. My ears are pretty much going to give at this point, what with the tinnitus getting severe as the days go by.

Speaking of music, looks like my headphones are finally giving way. All this time it hasn't ben working right, and I have to plug it in halfway in order to get some semblance of sound. Yesterday if kept alternating between emphasizing the bass and treble.

Kinda like my current situation isn't it? Compromise after compromise. You find a nice balance and just hope it stays that way. Too bad everything breaks after awhile.

Then what the fuck do you to?

Get a new pair of course!

EDIT: Eh, was told to put this link up but I'm not sure of there's any use now, since I heard the OVA didn't let VJC do as it wanted.

Petition

You didn't have to go through the trouble afterall, VJC.

EDIT #2:

This is what the international community sees, Singapore.

REPARD AND ZIPRAS ARE SRS BZNZ GAIS

2009-08-29T01:02:00.002+08:00

Needa vent?

BITCH SLAP.

CAT FIGHT KGO

2009-08-25T23:53:00.004+08:00

Time to step up the goddamned pace. Let the games begin.

And say goodbye to the last parade
And walk away from the choice you made
And say goodnight to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank

To the last parade
When the parties fade
And the choice you made
To the end.

2009-08-23T12:05:00.002+08:00

Happy 18th birthday cong. We did some crazy things, we did the usual things. For the first time, the food amount was just right, though a bunch of the satays did become carbonized into cancer-on-a-stick. Food was good, company was even better and the place wasn't in that big of a mess this year.

I didn't quite appreciate the soccer watching, I mean, it's a boring sport where the ball gets reset into the centre, over and over. Some of them enjoyed it, and I think that's fine.

They started drinking at about 1-ish, didn't join them because my head was already threatening to split without alcohol, so I went to bed early.

Jesus, couldn't sleep, not because of the noise, but I just couldn't. Either way, I had the shock of my life when like 6 people barged into the room, switched on the lights and started smelling of alcohol. What's bad was that I nearly drifted off to sleep before they came in.

Good god. I flared up and told them "How about getting the hell out of the room?"

Rofl. Headaches and sudden awakenings are not fun. I was pretty much in limbo for the next hour or so, and Sly kept knocking on the door, which I heard but somehow couldn't get up to open the door. Then he started turning the doorknob which I thought was the sound of raindrops. Seriously, it sounded damned similar so I just ignored it. Poor guy had to sit out there for like half an hour.

I missed the highlight of the party, and missed the after-party breakfast customary of most gatherings at my place. But all's good so long as they had fun. Back to reading my Time magazine.

2009-08-19T22:48:00.003+08:00

Closet doors have opened. Honesty reigns.

There's not much left in this place, so I've decided to take everything away. No more. I will leave behind nothing. A void.

No hatred.
No anger.
No joy.
No hope.
No memories.

We will close this chapter. We will not speak of it again.

It's a chapter that was never written.

Heaven queen, cover me
In all that blue
Little boy, such precious joy
Is dead to the world

Heaven queen, carry me
Away from all pain
All the same take me away
We're dead to the world

Chapter IX: Limbo

2009-08-19T18:46:00.004+08:00

It's just like another one of those days where you get up, your head feels like something nasty went off in it, and most importantly, your mood stinks something foul. Not like a hangover. That one has past events associated with many laughs and even more alcohol. Or many sobs.

Either way, this wasn't it. Explanations be damned. I'm feeling like crap and that's that.

Wait. My head hurts? No shit, Sherlock. No that isn't right. Didn't something gut my sides? Well doesn't hurt to check. Hang on, that's if I actually can feel my hands. Speaking of which, how are they supposed to work again?

So I'm lying somewhere, not sure where, but there. Seems like hours have passed. Could be days. Actually, scratch that. I don't think I have any perception of time.

Hang on, I'm lying down? Maybe, just maybe, this is what they call heaven. For all that atheism in life, this is how it ends. Fair enough, you can't be right all the time. Now where'd that big guy who's going to Olympian toss me into the lake of fire go?

Great. Maybe I'm not even granted that. If this is the end, pardon me, but it really, really SUCKS. I feel like the beached whale from Hitchhiker's.

"Ian?"

What? If this wasn't what it was, I'd think I heard someone!

"Ian? IAN."

Well it's worth a shot.

"Yeah, here. The hell's going on? Who're you? Where am I?"

"Look this isn't some soap opera cliche. Just hang on a little, we'll be ready for you in a bit."

"Hey-"

I open my eyes.

It didn't occur to me they were shut before. The light burned into my eyes, at least until my iris adjusted itself. Doesn't seem to be working too well though, everything's still white-ish - barely visible. Ah wait, the whole damn place is white. Seats, walls, everything. Like a hospital waiting room.

Eh? Is that an electronic queue number display? Wow. Wonders of modern technology.

"If you'd help yourself off the floor and back onto your seat, I think you'd be a lot more comfortable."

"Right. Thanks. Who are you again?" Sarcastic bastard.

"I maybe sarcastic, but at least I'm no liar. I haven't even introduced myself. Anyway, you can call me Peter."

Wow he reads minds? Privacy much?

"Oh privacy would be the least of my concerns if I were you. Oh, 164. I believe that's your number. Get moving."

A clacking sound resonates from the doors ahead of me. I get up, and realize I'm no longer in my favourite shirt, instead, it's a crappy white robe. I feel naked, never liked those robes, especially the ones they make you wear before an op. Least I look better in it than that Peter guy. Goddamn stocky, balding, unhappy bastard.

"I heard that. Now move before I make you."

I don't think being made to was a good idea, so I leave for the double doors.

Wait. What?

Peter? Waiting room? Holy shit.

Something hard shoves me, and the next thing I know, well, I don't think I do.

2009-08-14T23:04:00.005+08:00

I'm sure everyone's heard the news by now.

VJC's submitted a proposal for a 6 year IP programme, that means one will spend his secondary school, as well as JC years in VJC. Quite the dastardly thing to do, isn't it?

Except we're forgetting a few things fellas. Calm down and think it through before you get worked up.

1) VJC is result oriented. We know that bit. They have every right to do what they're doing. That's why we always say VJC students aren't Victorians. They've been sold short. Any VS boy in VJ would tell you that.

2) You wanna run a good school? Run it like a business. No screwing around. If the management feels IP is the way to go for VJ, then IP it shall be.

3) VJC is currently run by a Rafflesian. You mean you expected him to care? Lol. In his words "We must respect Victoria School's decision not to go co-ed." Therefore we completely circumvent them and go 6 years! Respect indeed. Thanks for all the sensitivity and consideration!

4) VJC has the right to instill the values it wants. Don't go judging their actions. The offshoot shooting the parent plant makes plenty of sense to them, and it seems like it's something they want to inculcate in their students - success at any cost.

5) It's no secret that VS has always been bending over for VJ. Why change anything now right?! It's also no secret they've been trying to compete with HCI and RJC (RJC btw, assimilated both their feeder schools instead of going with a 6 year programme) for eons to no avail. This will be their trump card. HOO-AH!

Now that you've read the above, I hope you have a greater understanding of the situation.

Yes, VJC was born in 1984, fresh out of the mind of a VS boy, the late Dr. Ong Chit Chung, for Victorians wishing to pursue a tertiary education. VJC in 2009 however has changed. It's no longer for VS boys wanting a tertiary education. No big. Dog eat dog world right? What with Dunman and NJC entering the fray, they've gotta compete.

It's like them martial arts soap operas all over again. Cannibalize your parents and obtain greater powers, then you will win. Ah hell, yeah they do get foiled in the end, but it's real life, and in real life, this shit pays off. VJC is preparing its students for the real world - claw your way to the top, fighting tooth and nail, by any means necessary. Morals? Lol who cares?

VS does. Do what you want, just return us our crest, flag, song and name.

Viva la Victoria(School)

2009-08-09T23:56:00.002+08:00

It's the 9th of August. Whoopee. I spent my national day doing chemistry, and for the first time, I didn't even catch the damn parade on TV. The SMS chain telling us to say the pledge wasn't retarded. It somehow reached the apex of stupidity, sprinkled with a nice amount redundancy.

Yes, I'm sorry but the Russian anthem sounds a lot better than ours. Sure, maybe it's because we sing ours everyday, but I just can't help but to feel the Russian one's epic. Lyrics maybe not so, it's the usual patriotic stuff, but it sounds hella good.

Anyway, mental note to self: Do not study with Gresilda if it's just her. You'll get nothing done, and somehow attract batshit weirdo people. This goddamned guy with a pervy face started talking to us and offered Gresilda a suspicious looking greenish-black pill which, according to Gresilda, looked 'like smarties'. Smarties or not, he popped it into his mouth, and I have a sneaking suspicion it was that crap that made him synchronize in frequencies unheard of.

Was more productive today, but not by much. Studying isn't so bad though, not anymore. I guess it's the company you keep. Familiar people let you retreat into your comfort zone, and do things you've done before, that you're used to. I like that. Fuck CJ's night study programme.

It's like today's Saturday, since you know, there's another day of holiday tomorrow. I'm thankful, but I'm going to hate Monday night anyways.

Side note: Audience of One by Rise Against is mainstream. But it's good.

I brought the sky down for you but all you did was shrug

2009-08-06T17:55:00.002+08:00

Ever had one of those days where you got up.. well not quite on the wrong side of the bed.. just getting up and feeling pissed for no apparent reason.

Nothing's wrong, because Lady Luck's gonna give you that reason to be pissed, just later in the day.

But what could go wrong, right? No chemistry or math tutorials. Just a math lecture (odd, I don't fall asleep in these) and chem lecture. Oh shi-, there's an econs test! But wait! Your lazy teacher flashes the answer after you're done and it's only half an essay. Why bother!

Fine, so I haven't written my SGC and it's due today. No big, I'll just use my break and.. fuck. All the goddamned computers are occupied. Guess I'm not the only one with that brilliant idea eh? HEY WAIT THERE'S AN EMPTY ONE RIGHT THERE.

"Oh that one isn't working, I logged in and it hung."

Figures right? Ian you dumbass.

So I went into the library, sat down and took out my notes... HOLY SHIT MY IPHONE CAN BROWSE THE INTERNET. Forgot to charge it last night, but hell it should last. I'm a goddamn genius.

After a few frustrating login attempts, (bloody touchpad) I got in and waited for about an eternity for the page to load because the reception in school is plain retarded. I mean, who needs phones when you've got angels to deliver messages eh? Since every one sleeps during lessons, I figure that's why nothing was done about the reception - the angels work better with all that dream visiting.

Took about 25 minutes to get my SGC done with the touchpad and horrid lag, did a final check on the damn thing and poof. Yes that's right, I got logged out, the screen blued out. Next thing I know I see the login page.

"You are logged in as QJ"
[Log In]

Han Shen went crazy and started giggling, I just kept a stony face and prayed it didn't go wrong. Apparently it was terribly funny and he was reduced to a giggling mass of hysteria, shaking like a goddamn gerbil.

Hit log in and it went on an infinite loop that kept going back to that same page.

Fuck.

It's fucking 2009, CJ, can you make your website a little more phone browser friendly? For fuck's sakes.

I gave up, took the fucked up test (and happened to study the wrong thing) and was on my merry way to Parkway to meet mc for my $50. Now that's nice. Finally, money in my wallet!

I grabbed a seat next to an old guy. Funny, it was crowded but the seat wasn't taken.

Like the deal with the computer - something's obviously wrong! No, not with the seat. You see, this acrid, rancid smell raped my nostrils after I sat down. The old fucker smelled of shit and every time he shifted his legs baby kittens die. He must have shat in his fucking pants. Old people should be kept in a box at home. That way if they crap in their pants no one would have to put up with it.

Turns out he just wanted to get into some girl's panties and I left after a bit. Hoes 1 Bros 0. Still, I got my 50, what could go wrong?

I busted my ear phones that's what. A 170 down the bloody drain. +50 - 170 = -120. I'm still broke. Pissed off and tired, I made my way to the busstop. Saw 196 and ran like fuck, almost fucking my ankle up but I made it anyway.

Dropped off after a bit, and 30 seconds later an empty 196 toddles along behind the one I alighted. Fuck it.

I quote Daniel "At least he didn't take it (the shit) out with play with."

2009-08-05T16:30:00.002+08:00

1 Corinthians 14:34 - 35*
34. Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but [they are commanded] to be under obedience, as also saith the law.
35 And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.

So like a good Christian, Sean tells me

"WTF I sees a fan oscillating but the blades aren't moving, just like women, working very hard at zero efficiency!"

God would be proud of him.

Does that make God sexist? Maybe.
Did I quote the Bible out of context? Maybe.
Do I care? Probably not.
Is it funny? HELL YEAH.

Guys, the next time your women doesn't listen to you, tell them they're going to hell.

Is it a coincidence that the Alabama man comes from the country where it's a Christian majority?

Once again, maybe.

2009-08-02T23:21:00.002+08:00

With this, I leave another weekend behind me, this one more special than the rest.

They're like drugs. The anticipation's enough to kill you. You'd give anything to hold it in your hands, to taste it. Go on your knees, beg.

But again, like drugs, it's escapism at its apex. The ecstasy will end, it has to - as certain as death and taxes. You know it. You don't care.

It's over far too soon. You clamour for more, but it's never enough. Sometimes you cheat. Try to beat the system. Throw the rules out of the window. Chances are, you'll go that way too.

In this game, there is no winning.

2009-07-29T22:59:00.003+08:00

It's fine if it doesn't don't improve, I just hope it doesn't get worse.

The days definitely feel like they're getting progressively worse.

but it looks so pretty burning..

2009-07-25T23:22:00.002+08:00

Fatal mistake is fatal, guys. But c'mon, we all fuck up once in awhile, and it's not going to happen again, ever. Cut me some slack, it's bloody over.

You see Ian? This is why you do not fucking divide by zero.

2009-07-20T23:29:00.004+08:00

A very smart girl once told me this - "People equals problems."

Quite the cynical statement, but she's not completely wrong. On the contrary, I think I suscribe to her thoughts pretty closely.

What do you do with people who can't help but give you problems, refuse to sit down and solve them, and just simply aren't going to correct anything?

You get rid of them.

There are always simple, straight forward solutions that are uncomplicated and effective.

And so we sent the maid on her jolly way home, because insubordination, disrespect and blatant disregard for house rules will not be tolerated, what more when committed by a domestic servant.

I'm hoping the replacement maid does not disappoint.

Side note: I've renewed. I don't see the big deal about the addiction. I actually got more work done today than I have in months. I feel good.

how blind can you be, don’t you see?
you chose the long road but we’ll be waiting

2009-07-19T21:32:00.002+08:00

Happy birthday to my brother. That Halo 3 was a present to be shared between the both of us, so there, I'm not a horrible brother.

Didn't realize I removed Gresilda off my links, got an earful for that. See that's what happens when you switch to LJ and make it friends only. How was I supposed to know she kept her original one updated >_>.

The weekend was pretty much a waste, but it was good catching up and whatnot, jabber jabber yak yak. MC got a very crappy flu (not H1N1, or at least the doctor doesn't think so.) and was out this weekend, and that was that.

Speak of the devil, he just signed in. I'm gonna be dragged into a dota game, so let's keep this short.

Actually, I'm done, I think.

No not yet. It's a Sunday. God I hate Sundays. Makes Mondays more difficult to bear.

and so the siren sings..
a song so seductive
a voice so angelic, the sweetest honey
a pair of eyes so bewitching, beautiful

she beckons you forth
she carols of forbidden pleasures forgotten
she promises of ecstasies neverending

the siren sings

dare you answer?

2009-07-19T00:49:00.005+08:00

So I was playing Halo with the guys the other day and there was a fella named Moshua.

What the fuck?

Who the hell would have pick a name like 'Moshua'. Seriously, MOSHUA? WTF?

I thought that was bad, until there was someone named, wait for, 'Period Milkshake'. I shit you not. Period Milkshake. Jesus christ that is BAD.

On a separate note, I did something surprising - I caught Harry Potter on release day. Which is odd, because there are few reasons why you'd do that.

1) You are a rabid Harry Potter fan. If you are, stop reading now. You will not be pleased.

2) You are a rabid Emma Watson fan. Yes she's attractive, but it would be nice if you stopped fawning on her. I got it the first time. Sometimes, the efforts of one person result in a successful movie. This is NOT one of those movies. No kidding.

3) You are a rabid movie fan. Something big means you HAVE to catch it on release day right?

4) Too much spare time. I personally think 24 hours a day is enough, if you're retarded and don't have much to do either way.

Was neither of those reasons for me. I joked about catching it on release day and Darren turned the joke into a reality I had to deal with. MC was right: Darren ORGANIZING something? Now this is new and exciting, no shit.

I went in there expecting nothing, and I still came out peeved off.

I'm no purist, and that's disclaimer I have to put into the air. Plot threads were removed due to time constraint, fine. But the important ones got butchered, and the retarded ones were left in.

a) The half blood prince. That's the damned title of the movie. This huge plot thread was reduced to some questions regarding Snape's potions book and concluded with one line.

"You dare use my spell against me? Yes, I am the Half-Blood Prince."

How about the whole mistaking Voldemort for the half-blood prince bit? The inane speculation and investigations? The accusations against Malfoy?

b) The epic, epic battle at the end where students used their crappy Stupefies and laughable spells against the Death Eaters and scared them off. It was replaced with a batshit insane Bellatrix cackling and setting Hagrid's hut on fire.

The guy wasn't even at home. The hell? Talk about completely pointless.

c) I got a climax that was Dumbledore falling off the tower. Big whoop. Or maybe the climax was the bit where they dispelled the Death Mark skull thingy. Or maybe the whole crying bit. Nah fuck it, there was no fucking climax.

Even shitty movies like The Happening had a climax where you know, they almost died testing the effects of the pollen by running across the field. There was tension, an "OH SHI-" moment.

For this I get treated to an old guy falling off a tower. That's something that creates a conflict, not one that resolves it.

They had to be done away of course. They HAD to be. They were all axed in favour of the great importance of seeing Lavendar kissing Ron, and Hermione going apeshit. Srz biznez guys. Or how Ron is actually worth a crap goal keeping (he's not).

I'm no movie critic, I don't know of cinematography and pacing and whatnot. I just know an enjoyable movie when I see one. That wasn't it.

EDIT: On hindsight, let's be fair. Maybe the climax was where Dumbledore rained down a godly firestorm on the zombie fellas, which Harry dealt with by shooting Stupefies. (Read: Pointless.) I still feel cheated. What about that epic battle that actually concluded the book?

And fine, presentation and stuff were fine. Special effects had effort in 'em. Then again, Sin City had that too. And it had a proper end.

2009-07-13T21:38:00.003+08:00

Today was the whole NS checkup thing, which has been billed as a good waste of 4 hours of your life. I thought eh, we've definitely done many things that were more than a massive blackhole sucking more than 4 hours away.

No, I wasn't wrong in thinking that, but that doesn't change the fact that the whole checkup was a massive time sink with little to no value to you. Of course I'm only saying that because, as expected, I'm no supporter of NS.

But yeah, since NS is compulsory, you're gonna have to do those medical checks. Hella annoying. One thing that impressed me was the logistics though. Even the pens they use are the same - right from reception to the individual stations.

Their logistics might be good, and their written instructions painfully clear, almost retard proof, however, the one failing is with the personnel itself. Most of the time you get stuff like

"Go there."
"It's there."
"Queue there."

Where the FUCK is 'there'? In case you were wondering, they do not gesture or point. It's just 'there' in that low, disinterested tone. Of course they aren't looking at you, they're marking something in their check list.

So where the fuck is 'there'?

Describing the whole thing with detail is a pain and is ultimately pointless, much like the whole goddamned thing. There are some funnies though - People who have no fucking idea how to pee into the cup.

I shit you not, it's apparently FUCKING hard to pee into the cup, because there were at least 8 people in the toilet standing around doing fuck all, holding their cups like there's the black plague in it.

FFS just pee, collect the gunk mid-stream and dip the damn stick in it. I just went straight on to business, and oddly enough, people followed. Hell yeah, pee leader ftw.

I've heard of a horror story where a fella peed into the cup and went back to the medical officer, brandishing his piss in all its yellowish, crystal-clear, glory.

No dumbass, you're supposed to pour that shit away.

Anyway about the pee test, I've got, wait for it, blood in my piss. Repeated the test but still had blood in it. So I have to head back two weeks later. Chances are I'll still have blood in my piss. I think I have kidney failure.

Although my mum did say as a kid, I had pneumonia, which messed up my kidneys a little, so there's blood in my piss periodically. Who knows, life might suck enough to make it both.

With regards to blood drawing, I lucked out. Got the experienced old fella to draw my blood, so it was relatively painless and quick. Again, horror stories of 4 attempts to draw life fluids are not unheard of. Expect an arm squirting blood like those little water pistols you got as a kid. Do not want.

The kicker was the IQ test at the end. That's the colossal time eater. It's this blackhole which just sucks all those seconds, minutes and hours away. Jesus. There was shit like 2 + 8 = ? and painfully obvious pattern questions.

Having said that, they are by nature time consuming. Not that there aren't tough questions, but it doesn't change anything: You'll feel drained and pissed off that you were there in the first place.

Oh final note: There's a questionnaire at the end. Do not under any circumstance show preference for sky diving, skiing and diving off a board. Just don't.

But why? Aren't they fun?

Sure they are. Commandos and marine divers happen to do that daily. Good luck if you aren't the only child. I fucked up, I just pray they look at my list of problems and not consider me for anything besides guard duties and mundane, brain-dead clerical posts.

Fuck my life.

2009-07-09T00:23:00.002+08:00

Na na na..
na na na...
na na na na...

2009-07-07T00:26:00.002+08:00

School's going to officially start in 7 hours - less than the sleep I've had recently.

"Nah, I'm not really looking forward to school."

That's a blatant lie!

It's "Fucking school. Oughta been nuked by extremists when they escape from prison." or something along those lines.

There is absolutely nothing that's a boon, and that's saying something, because nothing so far is completely a 120% terrible. No news is good news, but when the only news you have is fucking terrible news you tend to get pretty pissed off.

In my nothing,
You meant everything.
Everything to me.

2009-07-02T00:39:00.005+08:00

Incoming epic fail. Yeah the mid years. I might stay in the school, I might not. Doesn't seem like either option is completely a boon or boom. Of course I like to lean towards simple and fuss-free options. Staying in school's that.

Anyway for those wanting to own an iPhone, I've got a couple of things to say.

The iPhone 3G(2nd gen) is pretty cheap now, 16GB one for $348 and a 25/mo plan. They're probably clearing stock for the 3G S, which is gonna be here in two or three weeks. Only changes are a faster processor, more storage and a better camera. Oh yeah and you can take videos. (How retarded is this? Phones that are 5 years old can take videos, why not a one year old one?)

Besides that, it's two and a half times the price. Ouch.

Right, onto the more specific stuff.

I have to say, a smart phone's a completely new world for cellphones. Being able to access the internet anywhere you go is a godsend, hella useful. I mean it's the internet, that's a crapload of things to do right there. It's a built in iPod video, so you have that usual jazz.

The screen's vibrant, sharp, nothing to complain here, really. There're hiccups and slowdowns occasionally, but nothing to really twitch a brow at.

Touch pad is VERY responsive, so don't go mashing the screen, chances are you'll end up throwing the phone against the wall. Play nice. Tap lightly. Typing takes some getting used to, but once you do it's really quick and not even half as taxing as texting on a normal phone.

About throwing it against the wall, I'd say don't do it, but the iPhone's survived things like being dropped from the second story, the pool etc. I still wouldn't try it though. A hardy phone, and that's saying a lot nowadays, especially for a touch screen.

Don't let me get started on the applications. By the second day I've had like 6 apps installed. A ruler, bus guide, shopping mall guide, lots of other stuff - list goes on. Very, VERY useful. I'm not a games guy, but some of them are pretty interactive and original.

Word of caution: If you're new to smart phones and the world of 3G, either grab a data plan and pay the extra 20 or so a month, or disable 3G and GPRS. I used the word AND, because so long as you have one form of internet connection, you're fucked without a data plan.

I chalked up $100 worth of data within, count, three days. Do a google or drop a shout if you need help doing it.

SO! Music, videos, internet access, idiot-proof interface and handy applications. What's not to like?

I'll tell you.

The fucking battery life.

If you have 3G (I'm just saying 3G, not wifi and bluetooth) on and just use the iPhone for texting and calls, the occasional song and Google search, good luck having your phone last past the 4 hour mark.

Yes, 4 hours. That's not even half a day out of the house. Basically if you do or that you're not only without your snazzy, cool gadget, you're without a phone. See that foreign worker with the Nokia 3310? Yeah he's got a better phone than you, Ie. it's working!

I'm gonna consider grabbing a battery extender. Other than that, I am now an Apple fag.

2009-06-26T12:26:00.002+08:00

Lol, wannabe white pedo faggot died. K now that we got that out of the way..

In all 18 years of this life, I've never had shit on me besides my own. Never stepped on dog poo, never had a deranged elderly person fling faeces at my face.

"I mean, honestly, it's pretty damned ridiculou.. fuck."

I stopped and froze, a cold, uneasy feeling creeping up the nerves in my body.

"Ian?"

"Fuck fuck fuck. I think a bird crapped on me."

"No, I don't see anything."

"Fuck you it crapped on me."

With great trepidation I gingerly brushed the mercilessly violated area of my hair.

My fingers came with a sticky mixture of yellowish liquid encompassing a soft brown paste.

Ian was not pleased.

Yeah so I ran to the toilet and washed the fucking shit off, then proceeded to look like a downy who played with water, half my hair wet. Fuck. Chester and MC bought 4D, the fuckers. Hell it must be my lucky day.

See I'm fine with nothing good happening, I just pray that shit doesn't happen. Oh wait..

Anyway, we headed to Golden Mile for dinner. Now I have no idea why Chester wanted his belated birthday celebration there. Belated? Oh yeah, because on the 18th of June, Lum decided Sonia was more important.

Anyway, great pains were had looking for the place. The cabby kept repeating Golden Mile and Beach road, until he confused not just our destinations, but us as well. Jeebus, just answer the question, shut up, and drive next time. He did not get tips.

The whole place was like this, Little Thailand thing, very reminiscent of Paramount, except it was slightly bigger, had Thais instead of Filipinos, and smelled twice as bad. I have no idea what or where the smell came from, but MC commented it was like rabbit piss.

We got there and wandered around for like half an hour and quoting the same line in Tropic Thunder over and over.

"We lost man, we super fuckin lost man!"

Once again great pains were had to have the dinner, but I was stuffed beforehand so nothing much went in.

Then we had shisha at Arab Street. Wow tobacco is good. It's not good for you good, but it sure as hell feels good. Like cigarettes but without the crappy, smoky taste. In fact you can have mint and green apple (which we did) which makes it very very enjoyable.

But yeah usual health hazards you associate with cigarettes apply. Nicotine, the stuff that women also seem to feed you with, tar and a smattering of chromium amongst others I couldn't be arsed to read.

Having said that, I don't think anyone can deny they felt really, really good. Joy said "Wah very long never see you happy until like that liao."

Yeah and it took substance abuse to get it. Lmao.

2009-06-20T02:22:00.004+08:00

The modified version of Afterlife from A7X's Diamonds in the Rough live album is killer.

Some bridges were modified, and it sounds like the vocals are more pronounced, but the real deal's with the added strings in the background. My god they bring out the song so much more. Awesome song gets more awesome.

Side note, Melvin had me listen to Trivium's cover of Master of Puppets (I'm lagging, I know.) and I don't know if I can say I like the original better. Fantastic cover by Trivium. Now to check out some Apolcalyptica stuff, apparently they do wicked cello covers of Metallica songs.

Oh and yes, there is a difference in quality between using a phone to play music and using an iPod. Where's my fucking iPhone now?

2009-06-17T22:06:00.004+08:00

Fuck fuckity fuck.

Either someone's piggybacking on my connection or Shithub's screwing around again. My internet's running like a Russian worker with too much vodka to drink.

On normal days blogger takes an unholy amount of time to load. Bloody chore just to get this post up.

I swear if it's someone stealing my bandwidth I will fucking molotov his house. Can't a guy even go home after study to an internet connection he subscribed and paid for? Oh I guess not. Even on good days Shithub doesn't run as advertised.

It's an error they'll 'look into', but they must have dog piss in their eyes, because they sure as hell ain't finding any problems.

Last I heard their competitors, Singfail, has internet connection like a Polish tank ie. Doesn't run! We don't even have fiber optics in here, something the US has had for years. Instead we opt for some shitty Wirelag@SG that has the stability of the car industry in US. OH wait, they are stable, stable at making sustained losses, and the government rains cash on them like they're loaded. HELLO DEFICITS.

At least it's free, can't complain.

Still, my internets, IT AIN'T WORKING RIGHT. FUCK. I will kill kittens if this keeps up.

2009-06-14T16:11:00.003+08:00

Not shopped.

Shopped.

Amazing what makeup and photoshop can do that god can't. Lol. Had me go ¯\(º_o)/¯ .

2009-06-07T01:12:00.005+08:00

HI GUYS I'M LIKE, A NEW TWILIGHT FAN OMG HAHAH ISN'T EDWARD THE CUTEEEST?

I EVEN HELPED MAKE A FANCOVER OF THE BOOK!!!! IT'S SO PRETTIFUL!

Actually, this is where all the books should end up.

2009-06-06T00:07:00.003+08:00

Decades of armed strife have littered Cambodia with unexploded munitions and ordnance. Authorities warn citizens not to tamper with the devices.

Three friends recently spent an evening sharing drinks and exchanging insults at a local cafe in the southeastern province of Svay Rieng. Their companionable arguing continued for hours, until one man pulled out a 25-year-old unexploded anti-tank mine found in his backyard.

He tossed it under the table, and the three men began playing Russian roulette, each tossing down a drink and then stamping on the mine. The other villagers fled in terror.

Minutes later, the explosive detonated with a tremendous boom, killing the three men in the bar. "Their wives could not even find their flesh because the blast destroyed everything," the Rasmei Kampuche

You know what's the funniest line in this article?

pulled out a 25-year-old unexploded anti-tank mine found in his backyard.

Wow. So how'd it go?

look guys i have a mine in my backyard
lol
looks dangerous man don't screw with it
nah says here made in china
lol

The other villagers fled in terror.

The villagers had the right idea. You will not win. True enough, they didn't.

Lesson learned? You are NOT an elephant. The Cambodians seem to think otherwise, though.

2009-06-05T00:22:00.003+08:00

Today I tried to study at mac's. Reality and theory however, are two very different things. One's perfect, just like a dream, unattainable. The other's flawed in every goddamned way and happens regardless of whether you like it or not.

Yes. Reality is the worst game ever. You will not win. You will never win. It's an ingenius trap by the universe.

Anyway, this time it wasn't my fault, really!

See there was this really odd guy sitting one table away from us. Why odd? Well for starters he kept staring at us. Then we realized he was wearing a tag. Some Touch thing was written on it. I figured real quick he was well, they don't like to be called abnormal or handicapped, so I'll leave it at not like most of us.

Somehow he was very fascinated with Joy and kept mimicking whatever she did. Jesus it was very, VERY disturbing. He'd smile stupidly to himself and try to make utterances that sound remotely similar to what we say.

So I tried to be a mime and it was apparently too difficult for him to imitate. Yeah. Nail head, meet hammer.

Okay I admit, it was pretty mean doing stupid things to try get him to imitate us. We tried sticking middle fingers at each other but damn, he couldn't find his pointer.

Lulz all around, but hey, we do our CIP and shit.

It's been a fun day, so here are more pictures.

Take some more unglam photos la Joy. We are creative people and can caption anything!

2009-06-01T00:15:00.004+08:00

Ah. It's officially the 1st of June. Lovely. One month's repose is as good as it gets, though emptiness starts to set in. When you don't have something to channel your energy to (hating school!) lethargy sets in. I can start to hate the books, yes that's right!

What a hater.

Okay I kid, but really, this sudden void in your usual schedule comes as quite a shock. Time to fill it in with redundant things like studying. Wonderful.

Dinner today at Marche's was great. Never knew such an awesome place existed at Vivo, but I suppose the queue convinced me I lived under a rock. The sour cream served with the rosti was to kill for, went perfect with the potato. I'm not connoisseur or cam whore, so I'll just stop at the food was great, you're spoiled for choice. Company was more important.

A few days back I caught Sin City at Darren's place, damn that film, seriously. Everybody's a goddamn super human. Some big guy gets hit like 4 times and spins 360 in the air and ground. He just groans and gets up. Fuck, he didn't even put a hand to his injury. WTF?

But other than that the film noir style was much, much, MUCH appreciated. Max Payne (game, not the crappy movie) got me into this whole hardboiled film noir stuff, so yeah, glad to see it in Sin City. Great twists, fantastic art direction. I really recommend it.

I have a picture up on faise.. I mean stalkerbook. No it's not on my profile. It was forced up there by a certain someone, goddamn. Nothing can go wrong though, right?

Fuck Murphy's Law.

2009-05-28T17:45:00.005+08:00

Happy Birthday Ian.

Well I'm not sure about the happy part, let's try that again.

It's a normal-day-but-your-birthday-day Ian.

No wait, there's nothing normal about today. You see I've just had the most awesome celebration in all my eighteen years.

I've had bout a couple of hundred people celebrate it with me, and we had a great time. Everyone was thoroughly entertained with something to do. As a host, I couldn ot have done better.

All good things must come to an end, however. After 2 hour and 15 minutes we were to hand up the birthday wishes we had wrote for me.

Screw History.

------

Well I suppose it's a new way to pass a birthday, for me at least. We(family) just sat around the TV, ordered pizza and stuffed ourselves, then blew out the cake. Not too bad, I could get used to this. Quiet, uncomplicated.

Hail to the king, baby!

2009-05-18T00:08:00.003+08:00

The past has a nasty habit of catching up with you. It's like this huge gaping hole - no matter how far, how fast you run, it's edges are always, always yawning at your heels. It demands you stop, turn around and face it. That's about the only way closure of any kind is gonna start.

I don't think I've taken the 180 yet, but I've stopped.

Yes, I went to the TJCO concert. I'll admit I'm not music literate person, neither am I talented in any of its numerous and broad facets. Just like any ordinary person who's there to support a bunch of friends. Some songs were great, because I knew them, others not so.

But above all I was really reminded how I loved being on stage with an orchestra, your teammates that made it all possible. Really, hundreds of hours all for 20 minutes of stage time. Disproportionate, I know. But I miss it nevertheless.

"So join an external orchestra."

Thanks but no thanks. Something about being in a school-based one that makes it different.

Today another shard of the past reared its head and gleaned temptingly, beckoning me to step closer.

I postulate it to be a trap.

A heart of gold but it lost its pride.
I've seen your face in another light.

2009-05-13T23:28:00.003+08:00

Oh lookie, time bomb's here. Mid Year Exams. Do or die.

Actually no, if I screw it up I just get a one way ticket out of CJ, not in a manner I'd prefer. But eh, time to open them eyes. Kgo!

Anyway, I read an article some time back, about some fella complaining about VS boys leaving their food uncleared in McDonald's. They're now failures, and everything they have achieved amounts to naught, because she says so, and because her mum, an ex VS girl said so.

Ex VS girl? OLOLOLOLOLOL.

Alright no point being retarded about it. Some VS alumni replied and was reasonably civil and diplomatic about it. Hey we're humans as well. On top of that, we're Singaporeans. I'm willing to bet you, at some point of your life, didn't clear your tray as well. It's not something you do in Singapore. It's okay lady, we aren't gonna chew your ass out like you did to those poor, poor juniors of mine.

They're failures, every last one of them. BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T CLEAR THE FUCKING TRAY. FROM NOW ON, IF YOU DON'T CLEAR YOUR FUCKING TRAY, YOU'RE A FUCKING FAILURE, YOU HEAR? I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE THE DRAGON EMPEROR OR SUPREME GODLIKE CHANCELLOR. NO CLEARED TRAYS = FAILURE, BECAUSE SHE SED SO.

Yeah. That was my interpretation of her message in a nutshell. Do us all a favour and don't send your kid to VS, he'll become a failure as well, because apparently our teachers don't teach kids to clear their trays. Failures.

Oh, and might I add, she mentioned that they stacked cups and stuff. That meant they, at the very least, had consideration for the staff. Shoot self in foot much? Once again it's just not done here. You want trays to be cleared? Go live in the USA. Don't forget to tip them as well. What? They're failures because you have to tip them? GASP.

It's within their job scope. Sure, you can clear it for them, but I doubt they'd be thankful. They still have to wipe the table down, by the way.

You know what? I take everything back.

1/10 for effort. Thanks for playing, lady.

2009-05-08T22:40:00.000+08:00

Another long weekend, a 3 day break from hell. It's much needed.

Fancy a shot of Brompton cocktail? I do.

2009-05-03T21:46:00.002+08:00

Shy? Anti-social? Want friends?

Find friends with faisebook. Srs.

2009-04-25T20:57:00.004+08:00

The whole Twilight series is a cash cow. The books are crap, the movie is even shittier, and the only reason why I read the first hundred or so pages of the book was because I kept expecting this whole conflict between vampires and werewolves.

Wrong book? No, not really.

If it was any good I'd have read on. I'm okay with the whole romance thing, but the characters are so hollow, cliched and have no flaws it isn't even funny.

Know why the newest novel, Midnight $un is cancelled?

It's a ploy by Meyers and her publishers to get people begging for it, so she can release Midnight $un as a whole new series to the Twil-fail universe! People being the idiots they are, will lap it all up no matter how much crappier it has become and call it a good book.

After Midnight $un, it'll probably be Dusky Light or White Night or some other weird arse title that gives vague references to times of the day. There's only one time of the day in the Twilight universe though, it is that of fail o'clock.

Don't read that stuff. You have been forewarned.

You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is well I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen