Don't Bother

For you I'd give all I own and move to a communist country...if you came with me of course. And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you, and lose those pounds, learn about football. If it made you stay. But you won't But you won't

Cool Shit

Just beautiful. Nature in all her fucking majesty. And MY GOD the Gold Coast seems like somewhere I would love to live. Thriving city by the damn beach with the ocean stretching into the horizon. I LOVE big cities. And I LOVE the beach. Perfect match. Actually I have been to the Gold Coast. In 1996, nearly a DECADE ago. Didn't really make an impression on me back then. I guess Oz has changed considerably. Haven't actually been Down Under since '99 so yeah. Damn so many places so little time...and money =(

I think Honolulu would be something like this too. Oh and Miami. But I'm not really in the mood for hurricanes and such.

-even though I try I can't let go, something in your eyes captured my soul-

shit.

Love

I haven't been there, but the brochure sure looks nice.

Yay this weekend is shaping up to be another shitty shitty one. Nothing new then. Bad omen for the GOLDEN WEEK eh? But seriously having to go back to that whorehouse tomorrow just spoils everything already.

The Comeback!

Shall be heading to Tekong tomorrow, after more than 8 months. And this time I won't be marching around like a chao recruit. Wahaha. I've been in such a massive MADONNA phase really. The video for Hung Up is not what I hoped for tho'. Although the PINK outfit with mandatory butt-cheek flaunting HOTPANTS is just DIVINE. And yes I am trying to get at least ONE ticket for the exclusive Madonna party at Zouk. I don't care if I have to go alone. Ok maybe I will but it'd be well worth it. Let's not forget that the bitch IS already 47, how many more new album release parties could there possibly be?

The GOLDEN WEEK is coming. I can FEEL it. Yes yes. Although I wonder just how golden it really is gonna be. Tong that dumbfuck got extras GALORE and will thus be spending his hari raya (or is it deepavali ah fuckit I don't giveadamn) in camp. My goodness I've been feeling so VACUOUS lately. Don't feel like analyzing anything. Don't feel like reading The Economist. Just want to slip back into popculturejunkie, airy-headed, himbotic, shallow, not-a-care-in-the-fucking-world mode.

Boo

It's criminal for a 47 year old mother of two to still have such a nice ass. Really. It is. I want to strut around town in one of THOSE tight little things one day.

RAWR

I just realised that Tong looks SO SO SO cool in this picture. I really like the whole look he has going on. The white of the wires against his black shirt, his brownish hair looking amazingly gravity defying, the ATTITUDE on his face(which appears to have decent complexion), with the cross to top it all off. Very very Tong. Very very nice.

Bitta Sista

Oh dear I do realise that the previous post makes me seem like such a bitter old queen. I am...amused...that said person is experiencing what said person sort of put me through. I'm not even quite sure if it really is what it is, but I am quite convinced. Apologies for being so cryptic. It makes perfect sense to me and that's all that matters. It's not even about revenge. Ok maybe a little. Just good ol KARMA biting someone in the ass.

On to happier things.



=O I told myself I wouldn't do it, and I know that this is a rather TACKY thing to do, but my goodness isn't my new purchase just gorgeous? If you don't think so then...well...it's probably more than you can afford so EAT THAT BITCHES. Nah just kidding.

Boss owns me.

What Goes Around...

Karma's a bitch isn't it? Haha. Excuse me for feeling a little VICIOUS today. I've been bitten in the ass by karma before. But now it's YOUR turn. And even though I feel absolutely nothing for you now, I can't help but feel at least a bit satisfied. You used me and spit me out. And now it's your turn to feel the hurt and pain of rejection. Doesn't it just cut you to the core?

OMGOMGOMG

I WANT THIS FOR CHRISTMAS!!!
Can someone buy it for me PLEASE?

Two Zero Zero One

Back to the series. I do intend to finish it. 2001 was a sort of rebirth in terms of my (tiny) social circle. It was also the year I dropped the spectacles and started wearing contacts religiously from morning till night (until the eye infection of 2003 that is). I remember walking into 3.11 Elisha, seeing Daniel Lee and saying "Oh you're in my class?", and his reply was "You're in MY class?". Classmates, again. I found a seat next to Kenneth Lwi and Keith Oh and Li En were sitting behind us if memory serves me correctly. They were talking about wrestling, and I turned back to contribute my 2 cent's worth. Very random. LOL. Hence the blog name -__-

I was fairly nervous going into a new environment really. I don't adapt to change easily. In fact, I was supposed to go to 3.13, but changed my subject combi in the desperate hope of joining Siow et al in 3.12. Of course with my luck I ended up in 3.11 but I guess it's all worked out for the best now. Or has it?

Venu Rao. My gosh. The accent was just a killer. We had the crappiest triple science teachers (and come on let's be honest that's why they were ALL changed in Sec 4). Samson Tan, Toh Siew Tee, and Terrance Ng, the unholy trinity indeed. Keith Tan for E Math. Mohan clone(and sister-in-law) Krishnan "shrill voice" Raj for English. What a bunch. Krishnan always graded me rather poorly and I was never happy about that. I take great PRIDE in the standard of my English and after being feted by Mohan for 2 years and being the 'English Patient' in primary school, the average grades that she threw at me were just UNACCEPTABLE. But then I guess it was a FORESHADOWING of the disaster that was the 'O's.

In the second week of school we were packed off to Chiang Mai. It was a big deal back then, ACS (I) sending ALL Secondary 3 students to either Chiang Mai or Kunming to experience that wonderful thing, learning outside of the classroom. I remember taking a lift from Paul Ho to the airport, being LATE, and having his parents THREATEN to leave without me. What a lovely bunch of people they are. Our flight was the one that made the stopover in Phuket. So it was Singapore to Bangkok via Phuket and then on to another plane that brought us to Chiang Mai. We stayed at this sprawling, half completed residence called the Prem Centre. No there weren't any transvestites roaming inside the compound (40 joke don't ask). It was a big place, walking from one end to the other was just a torture. I remember getting scolded on the first morning by prison warden Azman Haron for being late for morning roll call. Ok it wasn't called 'roll call'(or was it?) but since I'm in the army right now I guess it would be an appropriate term.

First day was really funny actually. It was the first time I really NOTICED Gerald Goh. I did talk to him in Secondary 1 and 2 (we were in the same CCA) but he never really made much of an impression on me. You see, the Prem Centre was divided into clusters and each cluster had like 4 floors. Each floor had 2 apartments which contained several rooms. So there were like 8 of us in one apartment. I wanted to take the room with the SINGLE bed (being the anti-social person I am), but Gerald RUDELY said that it was HE who would be sleeping in that room. I was very displeased. If I want something I expect to get it. What a Huang wants, a Huang gets. *cringes* I suppose it's really no big surprise that Gerald wanted the room to himself. #1 he is even more anti-social than me. #2 he probably wanted to spare the rest of us from his damn snoring, being the CONSIDERATE person that he is. So I had to share a room with Joshua Nair and urm...someone else. Can't really recall.

On hindsight Chiang Mai was quite a blast. It also holds the distinction of being the FIRST time I noticed tongweichuen, my first memory of the bugger. We were riding elephants, and Tong was on the elephant behind me. Now it was 2 people to one elephant, and I'm not qutie sure who Tong was sitting with but I remember him talking really LOUDLY to that person. He was saying how he used to compete with Siow for top student in Chinese (REALLY ah Tong?) back in the day and I also remember hearing Kang Wei's name being mentioned. And I was thinking, "why is this fool talking about MY friends?". Of course at that time I had no idea that he had known them WAY before I did and that this "fool" would one day become the closest thing I have to a best friend.

Enough of the mush. You know what was really hilarious, the way *some* individuals fawned at the wrinkled feet of dear old Fanny. She'd flown to Chiang Mai on business class (but of COURSE do you expect her to sit with NORMAL people and eat from NORMAL plates like the rest of us?), and reached the Prem Centre at night. This is the really funny part. We were all made to gather at the point where she would be alighting, like subjects awaiting the arrival of her ROYAL majesty. When the bus arrived someone was PROMPTLY sent up to carry her luggage down for her. She emerged to a chorus of cheers and adoration, as everyone was made to break into applause. Ok I'm not EXACTLY sure about the APPLAUSE part (it HAS been nearly 5 years), but the main idea is there. What I DO remember VIVIDLY though was another incident. We were riding down river and I had to share a raft with Fanny, Samson, Venu and some others because well, I was one of the last few and there weren't rafts left for me(TYPICAL I KNOW). My GOSH the FAWNING was just terrible la. The Queen was sitting down of course (SURELY you don't expect HER to steer the raft) and remarked that she was afraid she'd fall into the river. Venu(or is it Samson) proceeds to assure her that he(Venu) would hold her if need be, to ensure that she wouldn't fall in. My gosh does that sentence sound clunky? But seriously...my goodness I hope I never have to suck up to my boss like that in the future. And Samson takes it a step further and COMPLIMENTS Fanny on what a NICE scarf she is wearing! I mean what the HELL does HE know about bloody SCARVES?? And she's like "Oh thank you." Now you know why he could leave AC to pursue his ambitions and then return a few years later after said ventures failed miserably (ok that was a joke...a half joke).

Chiang Mai will also always be remembered for the damn Ox-cart ride that scared the shit out of me. It was damn rickety but moving damn quickly. Felt like being on a rollercoaster. But I guess rickety and fast is better than stuffy and slow, which was what our EIGHT hour bus ride to and from the geyser was. The bloody thing was near the border with fucking Burma la. A lot of people were dying. I remember feeling very lonely on that damn bus ride. At one of the stopovers, Tongo pulled Marcus back from crossing the road while a bus zoomed by. To this day, he credits himself with saving his life(for better or worse). The Dara Academy visit (obviously) bored me to bits. What else...Oh yes I was unceremoniously stripped to my underwear in Caleb's apartment and had my trousers thrown down to the first floor. I had to go down in my damn underwear and whimper back to my own room. I remember Nair thinking I was very upset. I can't remember if I was. GOSH Chiang Mai is taking up much more space than it should. There was ping pong at that pathetic shop overlooking the lake but I hardly got the chance to play as it was always swarming with people. On our last night we got to release laterns into the sky. It SHOULD have felt surreal but somehow when I think about it now I didn't feel that way back then. It was probably very cold. That place is like, so cold in the mornings and nights and then in the afternoons it gets really hot. Oh who can forget the night market they brought us to, where Caleb bargained with the transvestite over the price of a handbag to the point where he might as well have just taken it for free. Terrible. Being the faux arrogant snob that I am, I refused to buy anything from there as they were from a 'pasar malam' and thus so unglam. Besides I didn't (and still don't) buy fake goods and/or no brand items. So THERE.

Oh my apartment had this stupid 'get together' on one of the nights where we intended to open those bottles of urm...strawberry juice? and just sit around and chit chat. And of course there was some unhappiness when Gerald Goh chose to skip the little event. I wonder where he was really. Oh yeah who can forget the harrowing memory of seeing Fu Lei naked. URGH. I was leaving the apartment amd realised Fu Lei was still inside so I had to pass him the keys. And when I went into his room to give them to him I saw him comming out of the shower with FOAM and WITHOUT clothes. My goodness. That should have actually straightened me out leh. It was disgusting. Breakfast at the Prem Centre was always Western. Cold, soggy Western. I sat with the main group of people, Caleb, Keith etc etc. Oh the tour of the old walled city was rather nice. Quaint little place. But it has NOTHING for an URBAN, CHIC, SOPHISTICATED individual such as myself.

Hai...I have said enough about Chiang Mai I think. On our way to the airport we had quite a long stop at this really run-down shopping centre and me Michael and Henry had pizza. We explored Don Muang airport too while waiting to change planes back to Singapore. I remember saying 'bye' to Nair at the baggae claim and then seeing Nair magically appear at the welcome area outside. Of course that was just the twin effect. Chiang Mai. Goot experience. But now it's time to move on to the rest of this rocking year.

Since I was in Higher Chinese (yes laugh all you want), we attended seperate lessons on the blue level. That was probably how I started mixing around with Tong actually. I used to sit in the second row next to Kenneth but then one fine day I made the switch and started sitting in the last row with Tong. It was rather symbolic no? Chinese lessons were so terribly painful to sit through. That and DOUBLE period A Math. If I'm not wrong that was also the year AC started this bizzare Week A, Week B timetable and each period was extended to 40 mibutes. So tell me HOW painful is 1 hour and fucking 20 minutes of A Math? Haha I used to fail ALL my chinese tests miserably really. I had no concept of shame or letting down Chong Koi Choy who was really a nice teacher. I recall cheating in the test once by placing a piece of paper with all the words scribbled on it into my pencil box. And Chong Koi Choy actually caught me! He took the paper out of my pencil box but it didn't blow up thank goodness. Haha there was another time the normal Chinese people had some special talk or something and naturally we higher chinese people took it upon ourselves not to go down for lessons since our fellow classmates didn't have to. Darren saw Chong downstairs and HAD to wave at him. We all ran into the classroom, locked the door, turned off the lights, and hid. AND HE REALLY CAME UP! When he realised what was going on he started banging on the classroom door like a madman. We were PETRIFIED la. I know I was. But in the end when we did go down he didn't really make an issue of it either. Haha some good shit man. In the end we were all forced to drop HCL so as not to pull down the average =D

The other thorn in my flesh during this period was MATH, especially A Math. Venu was a good A Math teacher but somehow my learning capacity when it came to that subject was probably close to zero. We (me and Tong naturally) had to attend remedial every Wednesday and I remember always waltzing in late, with sweets, drinks whatever. It didn't matter becasue Tong was there to take all the scoldings from Venu! The two of us would go into his class really late and Venu would be like "Vei Chuan vhy are you so LATE? You do not take this seriously?" And then when he saw me come in after Tong he'd either ignore me or go "Oh Simon you're here. Good." So yeah Tongie was like my shield for A Math. Lalala.

Toh Tissue struck me as being a very sad, miserable old lady who talked to plants (she admitted that much herself). She was usually ok but when she did nag, my gosh the old shrivelled bitch was such a nuisance. She used to scold us for looking at the displays in the Bio lab...you know the shit scary ones like the fetus and dead animals kept in jars. Rumor has it that the fetus was her's. Hahaha. I mean SERIOUSLY what's the POINT of putting them there if you're going to scold students for looking at them? Haggard bitch. And I recall the time her son came to see her and she was like "Why can't I talk to my son" or something and blabbering about how her son was a doctor etc etc. I know she's been teaching in AC for donkey years but hey it doesn't show in the quality of her teaching. Speaking of people teaching in AC for donkey years, let's talk a bit about Lao Ying.

2001 was the glorious year that the SAC was born. For the ignorant, our canteen(which was called a refactory) was finally air-conditioned. The old blue benches and long tables went out and in came the round coffee house tables and orange and blue chairs. There was also 'bar seating' with those really high metal stools. They put up quite a few televisions and for a period of time there were sofas and a piano too (I think the piano's still there). Of course this no longer seemed like a mere refactory and thus the 'Student Activities' Centre' was born. Blah. The shops got really funny names too. We suggested Mud Hut for one of the Malays stores. Get it? Ok nevermind I don't wanna be brought to court for racism. There was The West Wing which sold chicken rice and Western food, Just For Mee which sold noodles (my God whoever came up with that needs to be shot), Oasis and FRUITTI TUTTI for drinks and desert, Mama Mia for Italian, Sister Act for the rice and food store, Kampong Delights for Muslim food, and a few others whose names I cannot remember. I do remember the Yong Tao Foo store with the ancient Aunty who would charge random prices and then give us lots of that slimy chicken to compensate (tho' it was LOVELY) and the other noodles shop which always had ridiculously long queues on the days it sold Prawn Mee. I loved the Wanton from there. Their plates were GREEN. I can't remember what lame name they had though. Poor vendors didn't have a say in what their stores were called. Oh my I have veered of topic SOMEWHAT. This is about Ying isn't it? Well Ying was in charge of the SAC and he would always scold us for combining tables (well one table could only seat 4-5 people so that was understandable behaviour) and not putting them back to their original arrangement, and for not returning our bowls and utensils after eating. And I recall once he got into such a foul mood that he just began scolding a group of us who were sitting down. The senile fool even stood up on the chair and went "You all are PIGS...PIGS! Your parents blahblahblah..." I couldn't be arsed to listen to what he was saying. When the bell rang we just stood up and walked out with him still ranting and raving on the chair like a bloody lunatic. That was just so funny.

Of course 2001 was also the start of my year long cold war with Michael. I did it to prove to Siow how much of a friend he was to me. To the point where I was willing to cut off my other friendships. Siow had a problem with me and Michael being friends. I dunno why. And I guess I was just sick of Michael (like how I got so sick of Jef in 2004). So one fine day in Term 3 when I walked past Michael along the corridor and he called me wanting to tell me something, I simply ignored him. Didn't turn back. And the rest is history really. One year of silence broken only by insults. Stupid. But kindda funny too now that I think about it. And obviously I didn't learn my lesson from that one.

Gerald Goh. Oh dear. We were sworn enemies for most of Secondary School really. I began to make fun of him like everyone else did. You see, apparently in Sec 2 one of his classmates observed that he had a hooked nose and began to call him 'parrot'. It caught on like the flu and they then decided that it was too long and shortened it to 'bird'. So naturally, I began to call him Bird too. But somehow he always took more offense when I made fun of him for some reason. I DID insult him quite a bit back in those days, especially regarding his looks. And some of those jokes were priceless. How do you make a Gerald doll? Take a Barbie and smash her head with a hammer. There was also the one about how his mum removed all mirrors from his house after he was born. And how her eyes became the way they are after looking at him for the first time. But looking back now I did go terribly overboard and if I was in his shoes I would have been very hurt. I mean let's face it I'm not exactly Don Juan and even if I was that doesn't give me a right to say some of the things I did. Sure Gerald did PISS me off sometimes and he wasn't exactly very nice to me either but I do regret my actions. So if you're reading this you fucker, I'm really sorry for all those harsh words so many years ago. And well I don't find you as urm...ugly as I did back then. Just GROOM yourself a bit more. A bit of SHAVING would do you some good you know. Haha. It's all cool now.

What else what else. Jeff didn't make much of an impression of me back in Sec 3 so we'll save him for 2002. Oh yes I do recall that a group of us went to RGS to support AC in a debate against RI instead of going down to the PA for rugby. And we lost the debate. But I remember how we said "It's ok we won rugby anyway, that's more important." And it is really, it is. Someone got an SMS and it spread around pretty fast. We walked to Orchard after that and had CS at Cine where I remember Tong not playing but just observing me play. We were on friendly terms with each other by then. I boasted that I was a "CS Veteran"...which I am la but they'll never let me hear the last of it now.

Terrance Ng was seriously a bad Chemistry teacher. I mean, the school acknowlegded as much when they made him teach lower Sec science the following year. He used to give out these worksheets with many blanks and we were supposed to listen to his boring lesson and fill in the blanks as he did so on the OHP. My god talk about horrible teaching methods. I was so put off Chemistry that I basically knew next to nothing once we got into more complex stuff like moles and balancing chemical equations. I would fail most of my tests miserably, and once I even handed in a blank piece of paper which got me into a little trouble after that. Terrance took me out of the classroom and talked to me and I was really giving him so much attitude, saying that I didn't need his help and all. Now I'm sure he's a nice guy but really at that time his teaching of Chemistry was just a disgrace, I won't pretend otherwise now. Samson was not much better. What was really funny was how he tried to smoke Alistair Chew and Fanny during his lesson obeservation. He set up this laser beam thing and proceeded to blow power from his palms into the path of the laser to demonstrate the properties of...ok I can't remember. But seriously it was hilarious becuase we could ALL tell that he was just TRYING SO HARD. Lesson observations are usually like that. The not-so-good teachers suddenly put so much more effort into their lessons because they know they have to make up for lack of substance. That was what Samson was doing as he furiously blew at the poweder in his palms like a damn maniac. Warner was complaning that all the powder fell on his bag! LOL

I like Keith Tan. He was a good teacher who did his best to help out the weaker students. Tong hated him at first but after Keith Tan helpped him out with his Math in 2002 (when he wasn't even teaching us any longer), he changed his tune.

Krishnan Raj just had such a loud and piercing voice. Tong used to joke about how her poor son must be half-deaf having to listen to her wake him up in the mornings. I did show her quite a bit of attitude at times, dismissing some of the work she gave us as being beneath me (and I told her as much), but I guess in the end there are no hard feelings.

So yea in conclusion, 2001 was indeed a watershed year for me in many ways, mainly owing to the fact that the friendships I consider my closest now were forged back then. My life would have turned out very differently had I gone to 3.12 or 3.13. I would have probably gone to ACJC had I gone to .12. And I would CERTAINLY be in the Michael Ang posse now had I gone to .13. And of course that would have meant a very very different life from the one I'm leading now. As unhappy with my current state of affairs, I really don't think much about that, and certainly don't harbour much regret. I don't really.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

I wanna feel the HEAT with somebody. Yeah I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me.

Right now I really wanna go to Happy and dance like a BITCH to 'Hung Up'. Surely they've started playing it by now? I really don't know what my dancing is like. The 40 guys say I'm good but I just don't picture myself being good at anything you know? Of course I don't dance the "2.4" but surely I can't really dance as well as I would like to.

Being an insecure little cunt as usual. I have an APPOINTMENT tomorrow morning so I get to wake up late. BLISS I tell you. Nothing beats getting to sleep in on a WEEKDAY. Muahaha. Take that bitches.

Sigh. I really wanna type out a post about my predicament but my gosh even I'm sick of hearing the same old shit come out from my mouth...or from my fingers in this case. So I won't whine. Haha.

I do want to go on a holiday this year. Already went to Hong Kong in March but an end-of-the-year break would be nice. Actually Tong and I were supposed to go somewhere after he came back from Brunei. He asked me to plan but I never got down to it so it's my fault. Then again Michael and I are also supposed to go to Dubai and Melbourne by year's end but I seriously doubt that's gonna happen. Oh and let's not forget about the botched Tioman trip with the 40 guys. Haha. I can talk the talk. But so far I have yet to walk the walk. I'm inherently a lazy person. I only put in effort when I really want something.



Just thought I'd share this picture with YOU, my loyal readers(LOL Simon PLS like there are ANY). But seriously, it's one of my favourite photos...ever. Just the 3 of us. Tong with that wonderfully unrestrained smile, myself looking stoned (as usual) while trying to find the perfect expression (as usual) and even recluse Goh managing to smile. I don't know exactly why really but I really really like this one.

As Tong would say, Cheerios. (and we better go shopping this weekend or maybe that photo WON'T be my favourite no more ^__^)

LOL

I just saw this article on YAHOO! about Wacko Jacko being called up for jury duty! How TERRIBLY ironic! Oh and this part of the article is news to me.

It's unlikely that Jackson will show up for jury selection. His lawyers have filed paperwork for a deferment based on the fact that he now lives in Bahrain.

"He is permanently living outside of the United States," Thomas Mesereau, who defended Jackson against the child molestation charges, said Wednesday

=O

I had NO IDEA! Looks like he wasn't joking. Children of Bahrain BEWARE =D

why?

why is kimberly stewart even remotely famous?
why do people always say things they don't mean?
why are some of the people I work with so fucking irritating?
why are Europeans so damn afraid of reform?
why am I so bloody Americanised?...and proud of it
why doesn't Britney use the damn talent she has?
why is elitism shunned?
why did God create mosquitoes?
why are bland Mariah Carey songs becomming such big hits?
why oh WHY is that CUNT Osama still alive?...or is he?
why can't I bring myself to hate people?
why can't I get what I want?

I'm rather pleased...

...that I'm not a girl. Seriously. Periods, PMS and pregnancy aside. I was just browsing through Harper's Bazar and MY GOD the sheer range of material things that just leap out at you as you innocently flip through each page is just orgasm inducing. How does a girl who doesn't have rich parents actually survive? I mean, the whole 'should I or shouldn't I get a new phone' debate is already causing me much woe. I would dread to think about how much worse it must be for a girl. Just so many damn things. Jewellery, make up, CLOTHES, gadgets, SHOES, BAGS. Do you think those Manolo Blahnik's would go well with the COACH bag and Tiffany bracelet? URGH. Of course as a guy I do obsess over branded bags and shoes but somehow it doesn't seem as bad as it would be for a girl. Do you know what it feels like for a girl? Oh yes Madonna, yes I think I do.

Rainy rainy Seattle

Just came up from Michael's place where I had a rather good dinner. We were supposed to go out for drinks but ended up watching Frasier on DVD. Around half a dozen episodes. I've never really been a fan but my gosh I found myself laughing and laughing! I suppose it was a good break from the moody cloud I've been shrouded by the past few weeks. I'm a sucker for the lowest common denominator type of comedy so the episode that really lingers was the one featuring those parents with gigantic noses. Oh but I also loved how Miles replied that he was doubly excellent at "curing the ham" when the women commented on the fact that he was a doctor AND a cook.

2000

I shall resume my reminisce series. On to 2000. Secondary 2. Ah. What a year. Although for some reason I don't really remember as much of this year as I do others, 2000 has probably shaped my character and personality more than most other years. Everything was fine until the end of August, when it just collasped and I first experienced the pain of rejection, which I would of course become more familiar with, and that also contributed to the inherent sensitivity and self conciousness that so clouds my life today. Sounds like such a dramatic year doesn't it?

Hmm...naturally, in the AC context, one of the first things that springs to mind with regards to 2000 was that glorious thing, Counterstrike. CS. As usually is the case, I wasn't one of the pioneers, and only heard of the game because EVERYONE in class (the cool people anyway) was talking about it constantly. The Senior Admin even had the RIDICULOUS policy of BANNING us from going to cybercafes, whether IN uniform or not. HAHAHA! Sounds TERRIBLY communist and so unlike AC doesn't it? WELL, it goes without saying that the ban proved to be as successful as the new Mel B album. We did get CYBERAC out of it though, our VERY OWN cybercafe (YAY). Yeah I don't think I ever patronised the place...although I seem to recall being inside ONCE. My first ever CS map was Siege, and E Zone, that narrow shop with the blue walls, made me feel claustrophobic initially (and I am NOT one for claustrophobia really). Still visit the place every now and then, nearly 6 years on =)

Ok. Wad else. I thought Catherine Cheong, our Science teacher who also happened to teach English, ROCKED. Sure Si-Hoe was the cool rebel and all but she was just such a nice lady who, from what I can remember, was a good enough teacher. Of course, Mohan continued to hover around as our English and Lit teacher. As you may recall, Goretti was rather enthu about the whole "class spirit", "community" and "learning environment" thing. She coerced us into decorating our notice board...you know, with INFORMATIVE and EDUCATIONAL articles and pictures etcetc. Oh boy she got more than she bargained for. Early 2000. Yong Liang innocently pinned up some pictures he had cut out from Life! of the Grammy Awards. You know, pictures of all our dear celebrities in their finest threads. Wait. Grammy Awards. 2000? Get the idea?



JENNIFER LOPEZ in VERSACE. Need I say more? When Mohan saw that picture, she just flipped. "BOYS, this is PORN!" (No Madam, that's not what porn looks like). "What if Mrs Fanny Tan happens to come in and sees that?" (Well knowing Fanny she'd probably have bought it and worn it herself *TERRIBLE MENTAL IMAGE*) Apparently she even told her other classes about our SHAMEFUL behaviour (or so I hear from the 2.5 peeps). Seriously. All the fuss over a simple picture. Demonstrates what a CONTROVERSIAL artist Jennifer is...ok I digress.

Oh yes I will never forget the raid conducted by Karen Liau, Samuel Sim and Azman on our classroom. We had swimming lessons that morning and the guys actually put my underwear outside on the ledge. And during Yong Mee Ying's lesson those 3 just barged into our classroom and conducted their spotcheck. I remember poor Siow being made to stand on the chair for smiling or sth. Exactly what happened is kindda sketchy. My first memory of Karen Liau was during the B Div rugby finals at the Police Acedemy, where she was screaming at us for not cheering and trying to get everyone into the whole school spirit thing. With that memory AND the rather rude raid, my first impression of her was really bad. What a BITCH! Of course over the years Karen Liau proved to be one of the most popular teachers in ACS (I) ever. She had so much style, and was never afraid to make a fool of herself, during teacher's day celebrations for example. A PITY I never had the chance to be taught by her. Would love to have been her Lit student (sorry Seow =p). And yeah I suppose that ACS(I) would be less fun now that she's overseas.

Farlow's art lessons were always rather torturous. He could go on and on and on about some apparently genius drawing or design. I remember how we were all commenting that Paul Ho's submission was horrible and it ended up getting acclaim from Farlow. But I suppose he's a nice man, tho' I never really got to know him. Ho Yee Cheong just got on my nerves when he started pestering us for our PC file. PC lessons under him sucked. And I remember getting punished by Alistair Chew.

Talking about being punished, I'll never forget that encounter with Emily Ong. Hahaha. Jonathan Koh and I were joking about Joseph Yeo and laughing away during her lesson. Emily warned me that she would ask me to leave the classroom if I continued to not pay attention to her lesson. I replied "I'll leave when I'm bored" and that was enough to get me sent out of class. I explained that I was having "personal problems", and she said that wasn't an excuse to be rude or something. But yeah how BITCHY is that?

So yeah. Personal problems. One day after Siow's birthday, my friendship with him basically went through this very strange stage. 23rd August 2000. ONE day after I had given him that oh-so-cute Statue Of Liberty snoopy dog thing that I had purchased from New York ESPECIALLY for him. Or was it the SAME day I gave him his present? Really can't remember. Sigh. Siow and I used to chat on the phone all the time in the afternoons after school. Sometimes for HOURS. I would sit in Mum's room (where there used to be a phone), and we would just chat about all sorts of things. No one else has matched that la. I'm not really a phone person but Siow made it so easy. Anyway on that fateful afternoon we were talking and I just made some remarks about Kenneth Lwi. About how I wouldn't let him usurp my position with Michael or something. All rubbish when I think about it now really. And Siow got like so pissed and proceeded to lecture me (I remember complaining to Michael about it later that day when we were taking a break from tennis outside Casa Bella). Little was I to know that the whole thing would blow up to the extent it did. Siow effectively cut me off. Stopped talking to me. Stopped mixing with me. But at the same time he would still communicate with me now and then? I don't know how to explain it in words la. Anyway yeah that whole thing lasted for the longest time ever and I was so terribly upset. Lost my appetite, became moody, cried like a baby sometimes. You know, to this day, I really don't know EXACTLY why he rejected me the way he did. He rejected my friendship. And it hurt me for so long. I guess I'm used to it by now but that was really the first time and it led to me becomming very paranoid about these type of things and SENSITIVE when it came to friends and all. I still am today of course. Yeah I've been/am going through Jovan, Brian and of course the current one but they'll never hurt as much as Siow's rejection did. The first cut is the deepest indeed. Still I hate the feeling of rejection. And this fourth cut may well be the second deepest actually.

That event basically defined the rest of my 2000. Although we continued to LAN like mad and did watch a whole lot of movies towards the end of the year. I remember almost every Thursday or Friday Siow would force me to call E Zone and book computers for us on Saturday (yes you used to have to CALL in advance hahaha). And then on Saturday after wasting half the day on NPCC, I would proceed down to BTP for CS.

Hmmm. As I said at the start of this post I don't remember as much of 2000 as I should, considering it was such a defining year of my life. Nothing much springs to mind now although I'm sure there were loads more laughs. OH YES Henry kicking Toshi in the balls. That was classic. Toshi was just gaying around with everybody at one point and when he tried to do it to Henry, the brute warned *Australian accent* "Toshi if you do anything to me I'm going to kick you". Toshi ignored the warning and got closer to Henry who proceeded to just lift up one of his massive legs and kick Toshi in the crotch as promised. Toshi grabbbed his balls and fell to the ground. I remember Siow and I LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY to the point where WE collasped on the floor. Poor Toshi got an MC for quite a while because of that.

Let's see. Hmmm. Aiya Siow and I were like so tight in 2000. I mean yeah we hardly keep in contact now and all but I don't think I've been closer to anyone than I was with Siow back in 2000. Which explains why I reacted so strongly to his subsequent rejection (or was it?) of our friendship. Hahaha Henry Tiong just messaged me on MSN. Isn't that JUST SO DAMN COINCIDENTAL. Apparently he's comming down to Singapore at the end of the year. Would be great to see him again.

So yeah that was 2000 for ya. From an ACS (I) perspective of course. The other VIVID memory I have of that year was New York City. And of course watching Britney's "Stronger" on Channel 5 for the first time, which was what really made me the fan I am today. As you can see my life in AC was far from a bed of roses, and I'm glad I haven't written this while looking through rose tinted lenses. The sad part is, I still seem to be (barely)dealing with the same obstacles now, 5 years later. Still rejected. Still confused. Still clueless. How can two people who have quite a bit in common not even manage a friendship?

not in the mood

Sigh. Yesyes dust myself off blahblahblah. But that doesn't mean I can't still be in a FOUL mood. Nothing quite pisses me off like getting pointless messages from morons. I do get somewhat excited when I get PMs(you know the prospect of meeting new people and all) and hate to have my curiosity bubble burst with incoherent/lame/justplainstupid messages. I just got this EXCELLENT specimen tonight.

"how do? i must say not everyone is into british... well cheerio lad..."

One of the most screwed up PMs I have ever received. It fits into all three incoherentlamejustplainstupid categories. Usually I just ignore PMs that disappoint. But when I thought about the sheer idiocy of this particular one, added to the fact that I'm a GROUCH right now, I felt COMPELLED to reply.

"sometimes i wonder why people bother sending spastic messages like this. get a fucking life"

Yeah. I think that was bitchy enough no? Haha. I'm not usually like this really. Just feeling out of sorts. My life is a BORE. The irony eh?

dust yourself off and try again

Something I've got to learn to do...better. Oh my Hung Up LEAKED and it sounds wonderful. It's been on the I-pod continuously! And apparently this isn't even the FULL radio edit, which is of course shorter than the album cut. I HOPE I don't have to explain the purpose of a radio edit. Most hit songs are usually below 3 minutes 30 seconds. Hmph. My favourite part is the bridge (no suprises there), where Madge sings

"I can't keeeep on waitinggg for youuu. I know that you're still hesitating. Don't cry for me cause I'll finddd my way. You'll wake up one dayyy, but it will be too late"

And then BAM *cue ABBA sample* "Every little thing that you say or do..."

Genius.

Indochine last night was rather interesting for me, being my first time there and all. The music was GREAT (how's GET RIGHT, JENNY FROM THE BLOCK AND I'M REAL ALL IN ONE NIGHT??) but the place was SO DAMN CROWDED (apparently they oversold) there was barely any space to dance. Saw so many familar faces. From Enoch to Cody. Alec, Jun Xiong and Lee Ren (quite expected really) from 40, etc etc. The last time I clubbed was MUCH more memorable and FUN tho'. Sigh.

Ok got to pick myself up la. =)

-those who run seem to have all the fun- OH MADDY!

so lost and disillusioned

Have you ever been in an awkward moment? I sort of avoided one just now, but it still felt very awkward. I really dunno what to do now. Really dunno wad to do.

*after thought*-I know i'll be ok in the end la. It's always like that. I just wish that things could have been different this time. I guess in this circle, friendships are forged based on external appearances too. So much for having a bunch of friends to rely on eh?

SWEET Dreams My LA-EX!

This is terribly bryanboy but hell...I did something like this back in 2003, superimposing Wacko's head onto Gerald Goh's body (which was like a hand fitting the glove perfectly), and turning all of us into "Tongs" (Elissa would either be ecstatic or weep). So i present to thee, the FULFILLMENT of my PLEDGE, a few years early to boot! Oh and poor Lena was supposed to be on the flight to London but ended up taking the wrong plane because she was distracted by an Orlando Bloom lookalike at Changi, thus ending up with me in Los Angeles. Being the kind soul that I am, I offered to show her around.

muchembarrass

I'm so terribly sensitive and irrational sometimes. I can't keep behaving like this. But how do I repress something that is very much part of my character? Tong may say that character can be moulded but that is one instance where I disagree with him. Ah, the great Nature vs. Nurture debate. Yes nurture plays a part but once your surroundings have conditioned your character it's not easy to recaliberate to something else. Does that make sense? It BECOMES part of your nature, although it may have been brought about by an outside stimulus. Anyway...I'm really sorry for what happened just now. Haha it's not like you're gonna read this or anything. I guess part of me is hoping you are. I'm sorry.




I'm SO JEALOUS! Right now, 10 Oct 05 at 1853 hrs, I PLEDGE that before the end of the noughties, I shall be the one fondling that most blessed, most precious, most revered star. Hollywood, Hollywood, how can it hurt you when it looks so good? It can't silly...

LICK ME

See I was crossing the road from Wheelock to Orchard MRT. That junction is like...always full of people. And this ancient guy (who is also OBVIOUSLY not straight) with BAD hair (poorly parted and with a horrible dye-job) and just generally terrible physical appearance is walking towards me. Now normally I wouldn't give two hoots really. They're plenty of ugly people to go around and I'm not exactly the Greek God either. I would be if my eyes were bigger and my mouth smaller, SO THERE.

But thing is, dayum...this dude is wearing a t-shirt that says "I'm DELICIOUS". That's just too much la. I really don't have the tolerance for these kindda things. So I took it upon myself to put him in his place. Simply went into bitch mode. When we were just facing each other I said "No you're not."

...Ok la...you might be thinking 'WAH BIG DEAL LA'. It's not a big deal. Just wanted to mention it here. Cannot ah? Sorry I'm feeling very funny. Like I dunno wad's happening with my life blahblahblah. Same old shit. It's Sunday evening again. I tell you this is like the WORST part of the week. URGH. *thinks about Tong having SOC tomorrow* Ok week, bring it on. And please don't make me beg you la. Wah lao.

wack!!

Last night was just SO CRASH and so fucking fun. You can always count on Navin Naidu to provide entertainment. Throw in Prashant and Omar and well...HAVOC! Yeah Omar's birthday dinner at Essential Brew. The 3 of them are MAD la. There was this guy opposite us wearing a jersey with XXX at the back instead of a name and the number 23. Cue LOUD jokes the whole night about XXX, Vin Diesel and the like. My favourite one was Navin's explanation of what the X's stood for. It's complete nonsense but when your're high on vodka and beer its so damn funny. The first X stands for Xtreme, because the guy is an Indian. The second X stands for X-ray, because the guy is an Indian and would thus smoke a lot leading to lung cancer which would require an X-ray. The third X stands for Xtraordinary because well, the guy is an Indian. It's just so utterly garbage and funny! Navin and Prashant are just so witty. It's amazing how they can just connect one thing to another and basically form a chain of nonsense for the whole night. According to Navin, he is British because he's Indian, and India was the crown jewel in the British empire, making him British. Makes so much sense really.

Charles and Ian Wheelock were having their white man's conversation. We didn't understand most of what they were talking about. The Indians were joking that they were discussing which territory to colonise next. According to Naidu, Indians get hungover if they DON'T DRINK, and lung cancer if they don't smoke. It's a pity I don't have a good memory la. Twas a whole night of jokes along this line, and the ENDLESS insulting of other people. Prashant was wondering aloud very loudly if one of the fat girls at another table was pregnant.

I was just so high. The cake was very very nice.

Haha so typical of Omar right? We even sung the first verse and chorus of THE anthem before cutting the cake. I had so much. Drong wouldn't be very proud of us really. But it really was the most fun night I've had for a few weeks, took my mind of all the shit for the whole night. Cheerios guys and hopefully we'll all meet up again sometime.



Oh yes CHONG FONG sounds a tad better over the phone but apparently looks much worse in real life now o_O

Reminisce

I was just thinking about how Drong once chided the entire school for having a 'misplaced' sense of humour. One thought led to another and of course now leads to me typing this out.

1999-2002. 4 years that passed by too damn quickly. 4 years in the best school that a boy on this island could ever hope to be in. I'm not going to pretend that these 4 years were all fine and dandy. Sometimes they were full of hurt, pain and humiliation. But they made me the person I am today, for better or worse. My friends, allow me to reminisce about my time in Anglo Chinese Independent.

On the first day of school back in 1999, I was just a small (still fairly) innocent boy looking around the huge auditorium for any of my primary school friends. I felt rather lost. One small drop in an ocean swarming with people who already knew each other. Actually there were a good number of us Fairfield kids, and my GOD am I glad I was one of them. Still remember Goretti Mohan asking the PSLs to take us to our classroom by the 'shortcut'. Yeah and of course my luck ensured that something was wrong with my GIRO (the DETAILS are SKETCHY la, it WAS almost 7 years ago). So me and another guy had to call our mums to get it sorted out. Of course that was before every damn school kid had a mobile phone so the two of us had to go and get hold of a phone. Fate would have it that that other guy would be Michael Ang. I remember looking at his notebook (yes I was nosey even back then) and realising that he was my neighbour! Oh and it took me like a quadruple take to realise that he really had a 6th finger. LOL. And who can forget good ol' Jonathan Siow. The first thing that bugger ever said to me was "So you're from FMPS? What's it like wearing a yellow uniform?" Ya la ya la Mr Top Student from ACJS. Hahaha I miss Siow a lot. We gayed around so much la...mi goodness. He probably had a big part to play in making me the person I am today. I remember MDM QIAN PING, that FOOL from China who was also my form teacher. She had the classic China 'bowl' haircut. Oh my who can forget Ong Eng Sun. I was SCARED TO SHIT the first few lessons. He'd go around poking us and throwing our things on the floor and stuff. It's amazing now that I'm in the army to think about how much we feared our teachers last time. I mean...fierce teacher so what? They can't do that much to you if you don't give them the opportunity to (UNLIKE in the dear SAF). Turned out that Mr. Ong was one of the best Geography teachers ever. And of course SI-HOE who named the black cut "Professor Ong" and used to blast Drong whenever he could. I'm surprised he lasted that long actually. For those who are unaware Mr Si-hoe was actually asked to leave a couple of years back because he went on one of his usual anti drong speeches without realising that drong was sitting in his classroom. D'OH!

Mohan. Bella Jones. Hahahahaha. Henry and I came up with this whole other alter-ego for good old Goretti Mohan, who was really a good teacher. I liked her a lot but the whole Bella thing was so funny. We had like SO many damn Bella singles. I even DREW single covers and came up with SONGS for her. I got SCREWED by Mohan in Sec 1 for using the word "bitch" twice. I called Maudie Atkinson a bitch. And I used it another time. She really gave it to me. Had to write a damn letter of apology also. So malu. Mohan used to go on and on about how she sensed a "learning spirit" in our class. Henry and I thought she was delusional.

Of course who could forget my infamous little notebook, full of snide remarks about people I hardly knew. I was being OVERLY sensitive as usual and thought they had been backstabbing me. So yeah. Poor Kang Wei et al. When those FUCKERS stole my book and put it on the internet, I almost DIED. And of course I spent a good amount of time apologising to some obsure "chicken". Oh the SHAME.

Back then the SAC was still called the refactory. It was a haven for bird shit and of course was not air-conditioned yet. So we used to go to the CAFE most recesses. Me, Michael, Henry and Paul Ho were like the CAFE clique. We just went there for the aircon, and also because we didn't play soccer like everyone else during recess. Henry Tiong was just a riot. LOUD, UNCOUTH, VIOLENT, FAT Aussie with a BAD attitude who LOVED a good laugh. We clicked so well. Michael was like the cunning fox, always scheming, always playing class politics. Some things don't change =p But of course my softest spot was saved for Siow. I'm not gonna bother saying much here cause it'd take too damn long. Siow was just so refreshing. SUCH a personality. He practically introduced TAO POK and STRIPPING to 1.1 Matthew, and of course I was the target most of the time. We FAWNED over each other so much...I bet he'd shudder now thinking about it.

Oh I also recall our short-lived bottle fights. In between periods when there were no teachers in class, we would start throwing bottles at each other. It was so much fun until HENRY played the SNITCH and went "Oh they're starting it again" in his Aussie accent when Mohan was in earshot. Needless to say she put a stop to it all. Thanks Henry. Michael thanked Henry too when Caleb threw his pencil box onto the ledge opposite our classroom (1.1 being seperated from the rest of the classes, the only corner unit as compared to the curve of the others. Multiple tries to retrieve it proved FUTILE until Mr Tiong took a broomstick and practically risked his life to push the damn pencil box over the ledge onto the ground floor. Of course, he did this in exchange for MONEY. Archie Ang was like such a GOOD ATM last time. You could just go up to him and ask for money and you'd get it.

Oh and BANNER PAINTING during orientation. THAT was fun! Haha. We were doing it outside the artroom in that open space that you see when you walk in from the blue level. Very random memory but that's the whole point of this post really. Oh of course who could forget the whole CALEB MICHAEL rivalry. So many casualties from that one. Caleb ended up losing his position as class chairman. Yet somehow they managed to do OM together. Amazing isn't it?

Oh and CHUBBY TECK. Haha on April Fools we decided to play a trick on her. We changed seats and pretended to be each other. She thought we were trying to be funny and stormed out of class, only to realise that it was an April Fool's joke. Lighten up lady! Oh yes at AC we used to make SPECTACLES out of our concerts. Sometimes they were quite TACKY but on the whole they were damn entertaining. Who can forget the urm...mix of Star Wars and Madonna? Hahaha. "My my it's the Anakin guy" sung to the tune of American Pie. YES I KNOW MADONNA DIDN'T DO THE ORIGINAL but back in '99 the song was popularised because of her.

Ok yeah. That's about it for now. I'm sorry they're so scattered. It has been a while. And this is just for '99. One more thing...hahahaha...Grace Lo auditioning us for CHOIR and making us sing that GAWDAWFUL song while she went around tapping us to indicate different things. I'll never forgive her for that because till today, I STILL RMB THE DAMN SONG! "Bell-ringer pray give us some peace. Will your performance never cease. Waking us at dawn with the sound of your ringing, never giving up till the end of the day. Bell-ringer when will your arms be worn away, bell-ringer when will your arms be worn away?" LORD HAVE MERCY ON MI SOUL!

Confessions

Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you

When the snippet first leaked I wasn't impressed. But over the weeks the song's been growing on me more and more. Can't wait for the full thing to leak. Oh and...the lyrics ring VERY VERY true right now. I'm just so tired of waiting.

A Cliche Rings True

One lie needs ten more to cover. That's all I'm gonna say. =p

Ya know, I'm pleasantly surprised with Bush's choices of Supreme Court Justices. I've always believed in seperation of church from state. Just as much as the damn religious right views the liberal judicial activism of the Warren court with disdain, I feel strongly against a court filled with fawning right wing judges intent on fulfilling the ridiculous agenda of some of these so called "religious conservatives", and with no respect for judicial precedent. So, while final judgement (no pun intended) on John Roberts and perhaps Harriet Miers will be reserved for when they actually do make rulings, I applaud George Bush for his sensible nominations. The Rehnquist and O' Connor seats are certainly of great significance, with the future of the American judiciary and indeed American society very much dependent on who Bush chose to fill them with. Kudos to Bush (how often have I said that?) for not completely bowing to the religious right. The last thing America needs is yet another Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas.

Seriously though, regardless of how much America seems to be turning into a theocracy, I still dream of living there in the future. Not on a permanent basis (no matter what, I'm kind of rooted to this damn island), but I would love to spend a few months a year living in the States. New York City definitely. I'd also love to live in Boston, Chicago, Seattle, San Francisco and Honolulu. LA's great for what it is, but I suspect I would hate the pollution and size of the place. LV's too tacky. I've never been much of a Miami fan. Texas is too...Southern. Oh who am I kidding I'd live ANYWHERE in the United States. From fucking New Hampshire to Iowa...ok maybe not Iowa. I'll always have a soft spot for Louisiana (for OBVIOUS reasons), altho' I doubt I would enjoy living there.

I'm not ashamed to say that the 12 days I spent in New York City in 2000 were some of the best and most memorable days of my life. Whether it be the pulsating throb of Times Square at night, strolling through Central Park in the afternoon, the peaceful serenity of the Upper West Side, the frantic pace of 34th Street, the fascinating architecture of SoHo, the grittiness of Harlem, the imposing Rockefeller Center, or simply the many many iconic buildings (eat your heart out Singapore), from the Empire State to the Statue Of Liberty to the Chrysler and even the WOOLWORTH Building (we'll never forget THAT one), and of course the much missed WTC, or the FABULOUS shopping, Broadway plays, the subway system which every terrorist seems to have their eyes on, I could just go on and on and on seriously. I love New York City. Ooh let's not forget the Brooklyn Bridge (yes I did leave Manhattan...across the bridge to Brooklyn, when we took the subway in the WRONG direction, and of course to JFK International in Queens), that AIRCRAFT CARRIER on the Hudson, the MUSEUMS...Metropolitan, Guggenheim, Frick Collection, MoMA, Natural History. OH MY GAW. I HAVE HAVE HAVE to return to New Yawk soon. It's one of those places you can visit again and again. Of course I wanna see the other cities in the States too, but right now...my GOD the LURE of Manhattan is just so strong!

Owned!

LOL! This might not be the most politically correct thing but whoever came up with the concept is QUITE the innovator! For the longest time, I thought that Lego actually came up with a plantation series featuring white men with whips and blacks toiling away. The plants and barrels really complete the look. It's terribly hilarious and no that doesn't make me racist.

ye incredible shrinking shoppes

After Cali today I headed to Bras Basah to get Waugh for Tong. I actually sold mine there at the start of the year for a grand total of $5. It was a brand new book mind, hardly used =p (Actually I also sold another 2 as good as new textbooks that cost around $80-90 each for $5 too, but that memory is far too painful to be discussed) If I had KNOWN that Miss Loi wanted them I would just have given them to her. Yes, even back then when i disliked her intensely.

Short walk to the Raffles City/Marina/City Link area where I decided to embark on another one of those window shopping expeditions. These usually preceed the actual shopping and serve to whet my appetite. Yes pay comes in this weekend and I am prepared to spend =D

Well you can imagine my SURPRISE when I discoverd that Polo Ralph Lauren at Suntec NO LONGER EXISTS! Half of it was taken over by some girly cosmetics shop (the HERESY), while the other half has morphed into a Polo Jeans store.

As if that wasn't enough, I was STUNNED and APPALLED when I walked into Tower Records at Suntec. I was expecting the usual store with the music in front, followed by the lovely magazines area and Coffee Bean, and ending with the VCD/DVD section.I didn't even realise anything different when I walked in. Lo and fucking BEHOLD, more than HALF the damn store doesn't exist any longer. *POOF* Just the bloody music section of the old Tower was bigger than the TRAVESTY that is Tower Records Suntec City now. It's just horrible. I guess I should have expected this when I observed that the SOLE CD poster they had on the storefront was advertising "Jennifer Lopez's NEW album REBIRTH". LOL. Flop album. Flop store.

It's sad really. The music stores in Singapore seem to be on their last legs. Let's not forget that HMV at City Link also halved their store. Ok so maybe the time has come for moi to purchase a CD. I'm guessing it's gonna be Confessions On A Dancefloor =D

Going out for dinner soon with the family. *Deadpans* HOW LOVELY!

Dinner for 3

Well I just returned from town. Had dinner with Cindy and Shao at Marche. Being around the two of them makes you want to be in love. It really does. I feel good right now and that's cuz I dun have to report to that place tomorrow! Am on leave =D. And what a COINCIDENCE I also miss the 2.5 km run =( ... =)

Enough with the spastic faces. I'm listening to Kylie's Better The Devil You Know right now and it sounds so...GOOD on this computer's speakers! Oh now that bro is back living with us again (and turning our house into a damn refugee camp), I got dad to install the router software on my hardisk so I can access the internet from the computer in my room! It feels much better to be doing this in my own room, although for the LONGEST time my brother's room was as good as my own. I even wanted to knock down the wall seperating our rooms to give myself more space. How things have changed.

And poor Lindsay Lohan got into a car accident because of the paparazzi. These damn people never did learn from Princess Diana did they? I say this with a nagging disquiet in my heart because well, yours truly is usually one of the first people to view the pictures that the paparazzi take the moment they are up on the internet. Talk about hypocrisy. I do hate hypocrites. Which explains why I hate myself sometimes I suppose. I'd like to think of myself as a very to-the-point, straight to your face kindda guy, but there is this element of hypocrisy occasionally.

I've been feeling a lot more peaceful over the past two days. A lot more settled. The intense sadness and despair is still there, but it seems to have faded into the background, taken a back seat once more. I suppose that's a good thing though I wonder how long I can keep up this charade.

Chill Pill

Ok I realise I need to take a chill pill. Been far too stressed up over nothing for my own good. Work isn't THAT bad (just think of Tong in Brunei, or Fabien having to go back to Changi every alternate day, or Michael being made to clean weapons in the wee hours of the morning). I could be doing a lot worse right? Running is good for me anyway. As for life outside camp, well I just returned from Orchard with Tong and Lena. Had dinner with her and then the three of us (yes Tong was late as usual) watched Dark Water. The only thing about it that strikes me now are the scenes of New York. What's interesting is that they weren't the "normal" NY scenes, downtown, midtown, central park, Times Square whatever. I saw the Brooklyn Bridge ONCE, and most of the movie was focused on Roosevelt Island (and the intriguing tram), with a bit of the Upper East Side thrown in. I have this MORBID fascination with Roosevelt Island now. It's not Manhattan, but it's not Queens or Brooklyn either. So what is it? Neither here nor there. Of course after watching the movie I wouldn't wanna live there.

I'm like such a pussy when it comes to scary shows. The most scary parts don't really affect me because I'm usually covering my ears(the scare factor is ALL in the sound effects really) and sunk deep into my seat. If this mechanism fails and I AM scared, I either jerk or let out a sound (which scares the people around me). Tong always warns me never to grab his arm (based on past experiences la hahaha). What makes today worse was that I was in Green. The SAF would be so proud of me really. As Tong would say "can you behave more like a 19 year old soldier and not like some damn cowardly pussy". Well I CAN'T help it can I?

Lalala. Today was quite a good day. Quote of da day "will you be my mummy forever?"

Radikal Spelng

*Yawns* I'm quite tired. I want to have an early night. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day anyway. And there's no one to talk to on MSN =(

BUT BEFORE THAT...lemme present you with some FINE specimens of Mr Tong's spelling, fresh from the oven (ok maybe about half an hour ago). Although I feel like shit, I couldn't help but have a good laugh. Tong still has the ability to bring a smile to my face =)

People who've never met Tong (or don't know him very well) will find his writing extremely difficult to decipher. But once you've known him long (and well) enough, it becomes easy peasy, although now and then even I have had some TROUBLE making out what he is trying to say.

"wow no pt i bkin wed nite. maybe u cm dwn mt me for din ter wrk"

"lol fk la go orchard dn kan do super kal her alng"

Two EXCELLENT specimens indeed. If you wish to witness first hand the ART of Tong 'Radical Spelling' Wei Chuen, feel free to visit his blog at http://screwthealevels.blogspot.com ... sorry i dunno how to link. I'm a rubbish blogger.

Unfortunately Tong chose to ABANDON this WONDERFUL blog in early 2005 as you will note. But thankfully it still stands as TESTAMENT to what a wonderfully wacky person he is. Tong Wei Chuen, you are just such a character and I'm extremely blessed to have you as a friend. I still feel sad tho'...Tong left a space that hasn't exactly been filled yet =(

If You Think You're Lonely Now...

Feeling absolutely rotten. Lonely. Isolated. Dislocated. I'm very unhappy and sad. Camp life is terrible and well...outside of camp isn't that much better right now.

"Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all, if it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby, some people want diamond rings, some just want everything, but everything means nothing if I ain't got you"

Sums up the way I feel very aptly. So who is 'you' then? I'm not sure really. I'm not so sure anymore. I guess 'you' would be someone I've never had, more of an abstract concept than cold reality. And that's the sad part isn't it? I'm 19. I've never ever had someone to call my own. There's never been this mutual feeling of attraction. It's always been a one way street, and lately I've been the fool on the losing end. I'm afraid that one day I would have met all the people I would want to meet, with none of them being attracted to me. Then there would be two options. Settle for someone I don't really fancy, or just remain by myself and alone, as I have been all along.

How many more searches do I have to make? The nerves of meeting someone for the first time. And the subsequent disappointment. Funny how 2 years ago I was so flippant and heck care about the whole relationship thing. Now it seems to be the one thing on my mind. I've never suscribed to the love at first sight theory (even tho' the song is just so so gorgeous). I still don't. Everything starts with friendship. But how am I going to find someone to love when the friendship isn't even there?

Oh and I just HATE it when dad decides to take the "tidiness" of my room into his own hands. I'm gone for less than 12 damn hours and when I come back all my stuff has been put away and TIDIED up. That fucking pisses me off. I can't find what I want to find. And my FACE...my FACE is BLOODY becoming a ZIT breeding ground. Dunno WHAT THE FUCK has happened over the past few days. Must be all the STRESS from work and outside work. I hate myself.

A Picture Paints A Thousand Words

Indeed it does. And I can't seem to post pictures for some reason. Why is that? Are the two Jenny Lo pictures so DAMN beautiful that anything else doesn't deserve to be in their presence? Sigh. I hate my life right now. To quote the infinite wisdom of the SAGE Avril Lavigne, "Monday's comming the day I hate...a a ate". You know I was looking at the play count of my I-Pod and my top 5 songs since July were

1. Just Want You To Know BSB
2. Since U Been Gone Kelly Clarkson
3. We Belong Together Mariah Carey
4. Fall To Pieces Avril Lavigne
5. Don't Lie Black Eyed Peas

Apart from the SHAME of having BSB at #1, I observed two things. Notice all 5 songs have very similar themes? It nicely sums up my past few months really. I wonder when this rollercoaster cycle will come to an end. I'm very sick and tired of it. Ya and horror of horrors, Britney only has ONE entry in the top 30, 'Shadow' at #30! That will not do la! I guess the explanation for that is that I've listened to all her damn songs so many times over the past few years that I just don't listen to them so much anymore. When (if) new material comes out, WATCH OUT BITCHES! MuaHAHA. I am just DYING waiting for Hung Up to leak. Every little thing that you say or do, I'm hung up, I'm hung up on youuu. Waiting for your call baby night and day, I'm fed up, I'm tired of waiting on you.

Today I met Michael for a decadent lunch at the Hyatt. Pete's Place. All you can eat for $50 (actually $25 cuz of the card =D). Out of the guys I still keep in touch with, I've known him longest. Comming to 7 years (or 6 if you factor in our year long war). I can be so terribly petty at times and of course that has resulted in some friendships being ruined. After lunch we indulged in some shopping...I bought this really cool T-shirt from AX at Paragon. Lalala. It's got the words UTOPIA spelled out on the front in red in a cursive font and below that the ALL IMPORTANT 'Armani Exchange'. =/ That's what I'm paying for really. Sometimes I can be such a brandwhore. But hey if you HAVE the cash...spend it! Besides pay comes in next week so you can expect to see me welcoming more things into my collection. I love shopping. And I love dogs. Today I took my bro's dog for a walk (it's in my uncle's house for now...LONG LONG story la) and really...it was one of those mesmerising moments. You know like when you watch a plane land or view a sparkling bay from a bridge. Get what I mean? One of those experiences that just stays in your mind and transcends everything else. And yeah I love dogs and it pisses me off that as long as I'm living with my parents (actually my MUM), I can never have one.

Daddy's back for the week. It's nice to see him back again. Absence does make the heart grow fonder in some cases. Of course sometimes it's out of sight out of mind. Sigh. In a week's time he'll be off to Houston TX for a good 2 months. I dunno whether to think him lucky or cursed. URGH and he is playing this very irritating Chinese folk song CD right now. I'm sorry I have a zero tolerance policy for this kindda crap.

Wad else. I'm still pissed I can't post pics. It would make this place so much more interesting. Meanwhile just admire those two GORGEOUS pics of Jennifer.

Bye...

OH FARK

I'm PISSED. Yours truly spent close to an HOUR typing out this really nice blog entry flaunting my FABULOUS politically incorrect views and with some INTROSPECTION thrown in to boot...and SOMEHOW i manage to LOSE the ENTRY. URGH. AND WHY CAN'T I ADD IMAGES TODAY???