[ Frosted Foliage ]

2008-12-31T09:32:00.000-08:00

i can't believe how much i've changed.

i'll leave the site up though,
for sentimental reasons.

Rgs Girls' Brigade Cantata

2006-11-21T00:01:00.000-08:00

For the longest time, I've been meaning to sit down in front of my computer
And just TRY to revive my neglected blog.
Well here I am tonight!
Trying...
(:

You know, it doesn't really seem like a genuine holiday.
So far, excluding the weekends,
I've only been able to stay home on 2 days!
I feel so deprived... so empty.

I want to wake up at 10 plus, slack around,
Surf Youtube... play Audition!

Yet such luxuries elude me.

Sigh.

Well, at least the inaugural 45th GB production
"X Defined" by the rgs brigadiers was fun =)
It's a musical detailing the birth of Jesus,
Reminding us of the "christ" in "christmas"

All the actors were really great
The serious parts were serious, the funny parts were funny
And who could forget the sheperds with their cool beards!
Really funny stuff (:

But what are sheperds without their sheep?
Hahas the sheep were really cute, being the children of some of teachers I think.
They were crawling around, baa-ing very, very adorably.

One point to note is that the rgs girls' brigadiers are all very talented.
Everybody seems to be adept at one thing or another...
They have gifted musicians, wonderful actors...
And simply the best voices!
The songs they sang, in particular the ones sung solo...
I can't remember the tune now, but I know they were amazing.
Heartfelt and soulful... no, I wasn't alseep, Peisu.
I was just closing my eyes to immerse myself
Amidst the sad serenade.

Oh and with no doubt, the pianist was wonderful too
XD

I'm just a little surprised that brigadiers put up musicals...
But hey, as long as they're nice
I don't see why not.
Also a little surprised that there were yes, MUFFINS after the show
But hey, the muffins were delicious!
I don't see why not.

(:

Elections

2006-10-26T05:55:00.000-07:00

Almost close to two months since I last blogged.

Almost close to two really busy months.

For starters, there was the prefectorial elections!
Remember my campaign?
"With you all the WAYne"?
"Let me show you the WAYne"?
You know, the Batman one?

That ought to ring a bell =)

Well anyway, I have simply tons of thanks to give to everyone
Who has helped me in one way or another.
Thank you Matthew, for being my campaign manager and printing all...
Well, almost all of my posters!
Thank you Tianchen, for helping me vet my speech and for designing my posters... they look really cool =)
Thank you Chuyo... I could go on forever.

But would you still be here?
Obviously not.
So I won't thank EVERYBODY in this small little space I have here.
Just know that you have my thanks!

And in reply to your post on the e-group, Zhuoyang,
Walking on this road... rather, running for this with you has been a great experience.
No need to thank me at all... thank YOU instead!

Haha I think it wiser than to post a transcript of my campaign speech here.
After all, it IS quite embarrassing
Proclaiming yourself to be Batman and all...

Well, the common tests are finally over!
And in fact the results were just announced today
Some subjects are a little disappointing...
But it's not all bad, really :)

As for the workshop yester... hmm it just struck me why my stomach is complaining rather angrily right now.
I just realised why my stomach is rather intent on voicing its emptyness...

I shouldn't have skipped lunch.

Dang.
Think I'll look for some potato chips.
Mmm... Pringles!
Pringles are good =)

Anyway I had to skip lunch to prepare for the rehearsal
For the poetry slam this saturday.
The poetry slam as part of the literature seminar this saturday at hwachong!

A little anxious here... I wonder if our poem will be good enough.
We have spent quite some time writing it...

"From the moment I saw it, I just fell in love
As the coconut viewed me from above..."

Not quite the fanciest of words, I know.
And "coconut"? Yes, you read that right!
No typo here.

It all began with a fateful palm tree...

How I wonder.

Inter-class soccer

2006-09-15T23:00:00.000-07:00

So much has happened in one month.
So much so, that I have forgotten most of it already.
Dang.

What am I supposed to blog about now?
I can't remember much...

Oh, I remember the inter-class soccer tournament!
It was held today.
In fact it took place
Only a few hours ago.

I wasn't part of the team, but I still went down to support the players =)
We are all part of the class, after all.
We're all 2E-ians!

Not being able to watch the first match,
I hurried from Junction 8
Back to school for the second match.
Apparently we had lost the first match.

This was still the preliminary knock-out stage,
So every class played three matches.

Hence, we had to win the subsequent two...

The second match was incredibly intense!
Every time the ball traveled near our team's goalpost, my heart leapt.
Hahas and chunyin is a wonderful player!
You should have seen his free kick... simply unforgettable.
Time stopped as all of us gazed, with abated breaths
At the counter-clockwise curling of the ball...
The opposing keeper leapt, in a courageous attempt
To impede the skillful shot...

The ball hit the crossbar.

The crowd sighed audibly.
But it's okay!
Chunyin scored for us later anyway
=)

When it came to the third and final game,
The one which determined our being in the competition
Everyone was immensely pressured to win.

But there really isn't anything to say for the sake of beautifying our loss.
No way to say, that we lost with honour or something.
Neither side conceded a goal, but the tie led us to defeat anyway
Since we needed to win.

All the team players... to say they were sad would be terribly understated.
Nothing can describe the disappointment as they shed their tears.
Amid all the shouting going on, amid all the noise as the victors proceeded to the next round,
2E's players and what little supporters rallied sadly under the clock tower.

And it was quiet.

A sob or two, but mostly silence.

A grieving silence.

There wouldn't be a next year after all.
We'll be split into separate classes
Each of us going our own ways.

I really don't know what to say.
It wouldn't be appropriate to type
"At least we tried our best."

After all, not every story
Has a happy ending.

Sigh.

What a beautiful disaster.

2006-07-30T02:30:00.000-07:00

It's 2 in the morning now.

I can't sleep.
I'm tired, but still I lay awake in my bed.
I can't sleep.

So much has happened these few days.
Only just now it was the ACS (B) campfire.
It was held in the auditorium. Their campus was magnificent and new!
Apparently they moved into it in 2003. Their canteen looks like it was designed by some interior designer. They even had a fountain!

We were seated at the back of the auditorium though.
We weren't really hyper today, but I have to admit, I kinda admire the Cedar guides.
Even though they too were seated at the back, I noticed them screaming, shouting, cheering.
They really seemed intent on enjoying themselves.

In fact, I've noticed that they're hyper for almost every campfire.
You really have to give it to them.
And tonight, the best supporting award indeed was given to them.

Alright. Go CEDAR!!!
=)

Oh, and Chankat Changi seemed intent on having a good time too.
Yelling out comment after comment halfway through performances,
I thought it was kinda rude...
But at least the comments were funny!
Yay!

Of all the skits put up by the various patrols,
I think "Justice Angels" put by their venture scouts was the best.
And I think everyone agrees with me.
Because everyone cheered and laughed when Magneto appeared in his underwear.
They did the same when Flash, you won't believe me here, flash-ed.
As for Superman... please don't EVER spank your butt again.
Not in front of so many people!
Hahas everyone enjoyed that skit.
EVERYONE.
Including the Justice Angels themselves, I'll bet!
But seriously, that skit was a good example
Of how nonsense can be orchestrated.
Orchestrated WELL.
I mean, some moments were really unforgettable!
When the three super-heroes were racing with each other...
H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S!

As the campfire neared its end, we all rose to sing the Scout Hymm.
It's quite sad actually.
I never knew the song's lyrics were so sad...

Every single person stood up.
For a moment I think we all were thinking about this choice we've made.
The choice of Scouting. Or Guiding too.
We stood there, thinking.
Just like they mentioned during the campfire, scouting is changing.
Our uniforms, our activities even...

But somethings haven't changed.

Friendship was one of the things they mentioned.
And I think I agree with them.

Chankat Changi. Even they kept quiet during the hymm.

Maybe they agree too.

Ngee Ann Campfire

2006-07-20T19:25:00.001-07:00

The Ngee Ann campfire was a little messed up.
We had to queue for quite some time just to cross the gateway.
The wait was worth it though; the gateway was impressive, and more importantly, high!

Their gateway was higher than the average gateway!
And draped across it was a banner which read
"Gathering of the Pugilists".

Yeap, so the theme of that campfire was "Gathering of the Pugilists".
I know you don't know the meaning of "pugilist", so I've taken the trouble and checked it for
you!

Ta-da!

pu·gi·lism (pyj-lzm)
n.
The skill, practice, and sport of fighting with the fists; boxing.

Waitaminnit... that sounds a tad violent, doesn't it?
Dang I should have brought my protective headgear.

I wondered at the beginning of the campfire why they chose the word "pugilist", and even now I continue to wonder because they made absolutely no reference to the theme during the campfire.

The storyline did not incorporate the theme.
It made no mention of "pugilist" whatsoever.
Come to think of it, there was no storyline.

Hmph.

Anyway, all the other guide and scout groups were laid out in the shape of a horseshoe, with the stage in the centre. I don't think the positioning was good, as we couldn't really see the stage, much less the MCs.

I understand that they invited a lot of groups to attend the campfire and thus had to resort to this compromising position, but still, it was too far for us to make them out.

Alright, enough commenting!
Time for what I actually did during the campfire =)

Well, we tried to have fun.
But there really wasn't much to be "high" about.
Initially we tried very hard to engage in the campfire,
Dancing wildly,
Shouting loudly, and of course
Singing badly! Hahas.

But unfortunately,
Sometimes trying just isn't enough.

I tried really hard to sustain my interest, but I failed eventually.
Midway through the campfire, we started entertaining ourselves instead.
While standing on the chairs, we started playing =)

Kelvin was a victim of the phenomenon we affectionately call "taupok-ing".

In a case of mistaken identity,
Where they thought I was him (it was a dark night)
I was caught in the pandemonium
And trapped in the chaos that ensued.

I count myself lucky to have survived.

Heed my warning, when I say, never get caught in between two chairs with RI scouts standing on them, trying to flatten you with the best of their abilities.

I am haunted by those memories to this day.

(:

Anyway,
The guest performances by other groups weren't too bad.
The first performance we couldn't see in the darkness...
I know it was dancing, but we really couldn't see them.
But they deserve commendation for their effort nevertheless!

The second was held on stage, and involved, well, rhythmic fighting.
Quite entertaining =)
The third was some percussion performance.
They performed around the campfire.
But what with so many scouts and guides crowding around them...
Another performance unseen.

Hmm.
Oh and one scout group sang songs on stage!
They had a guiter player too.
They sang "Here Without You", the song sang by
*gasp*
Paul Twohill on Singapore Idol!

I think Paul Twohill sang it better xP

And that's about it.

Not the best campfire, but, just in case you're from Ngee Ann,
it was still a fun night!

Hahas remember to invite us next year!

2006-07-09T20:45:00.000-07:00

My draft is gone!
Oh no...

I saved an incomplete post as a draft, but when I logged on again it wasn't there anymore.
Ah~!
Now I have to start all over again...

I shall start off with what happened most recently then.
Cosi Bello, nygh's choir concert, was, well, so beautiful.
Though many of the songs were not in English or Chinese, it didn't matter.
What matters is the melody =)

And oh, they sang Abba songs! Surely you know Abba, right?
They even had dancers dancing in front while they were singing.
The dancers did stuff I would never imagine myself doing.
Like splits, for instance.

My pants would never survive that.

Anyway, Shide saw me there.
His mouth was open, and his eyes were full of shoc-no, surprise.
Nice to see you too, Shide!

During the performance I sat with Peisu and Yidan.
Peisu and I shouted "SOGGY!" loudly in between the songs.
No, it wasn't because we forgot our medication;
We were cheering Sok Khoong on!
=)

That's about it then.

I'm proud to say I made a difference in two people's life.

Yes.

Without me, Shaun wouldn't have gotten his ticket to Cosi Bello.
After all, I passed the ticket to him because he came late and Soggy couldn't give it to him herself.

With the ticket stub still hanging by a thread, I gingerly handed it over to him.
He wasted no time and tried to sell me this "Army Daze" ticket of his.

Why, you're welcome too, Shaun!

Anyway, Yidan wouldn't have gotten her ticket if not for... well, actually if not for her friend.

I was supposed to pass her her ticket, but my handphone chose to run out of battery, and I couldn't contact her.

I ran to the gymnasium, 10 minutes late for our scheduled meeting time.
Not much hope, really.
She would most probably have left.

I saw a group of rgs girls walking away.
I passed them, before it struck me that they might know Yidan!
Doubling back, I asked, "Excuse me, do you know Yidan?"

After a reaction somewhat like Shide's, (actually no, Shide's was funnier) she called out to her friend in front.

"Yidan!"

Two faces turned.

I gambled and approached the girl on the right.

"Are you Yidan?"

"Erm... no."

Dang.

Yidan was the one on the left.

But that didn't matter, she got her ticket anyway.

Her ticket to a night of beautiful music, one provided by who, but nygh's choir.

And indeed, that is all that matters.

First First Aid Session

2006-06-12T19:30:00.000-07:00

How bad can a first aid course be, when your instructor talks about amputation with a smile on his face? =)

Today was my first session of the three-session first aid course.
The stuff we covered was mostly first aid which, as a scout, I already have a good idea of, though this time it is in greater detail.

My friends had great fun experimenting with the mannequin we used, contorting it into shapes it wasn't meant to be bent in, playing with it the way it wasn't meant to be played with.

To sum it off, they were using the mannequin not the way it was intended to be.

We had one and a half hours for lunch, which is quite generous really, since we ate pretty quickly, so much so that the sec 3s went to a nearby mall and played DotA.

But back to the first aid course.

The instructor was from RI, which as I shall strongly defend, is something that is in no way linked to his sadistic nature.

No way. Absolutely not.

I mean, though the sec 3s went to play DotA to pawn each other's heads and to see blood spurting everywhere, they're obviously not sadistic.

I'm disappointed you actually doubted their purity for a moment there =P

Norris, one of the sec 3s, said that it is our instructor's constant smiling that keeps the first aid course interesting, and therefore, keeps us awake.

Hey, that actually sounds true.

I thought for a while, and yeah, it struck me that he's right.

Maybe our instructor's smile when describing the saddest wounds isn't that disturbing after all.

Hahas. Next session is on friday.

I don't even want to turn up...

But I have to.

Courageous souls do not falter at the merest hurdle, they persist and and struggle. They keep their honour shining bright, undaunted by the obstacles and challenges posed.

Because if believe, you can, then surely, you can.

Such determination is admirable, is it not...?

The course costs a whopping seventy-three dollars.

I'll have to be crazy to skip it =)

Malaysian First Day

2006-06-01T15:30:00.000-07:00

I was away from reality for about nine days, and that caused me to forget to watch Singapore Idol last night.

I feel so terrible inside... how could I forget?

So anyway, last week, the entire Secondary 2 cohort of my school went off on the Malaysian Montage, which basically means we all set off to Malaysia.

On the way to the immigration point, Victor sat between me and Dehong, and therefore suffered due to the erm, constant clever chatter between the two of us.

When we reached the immigration point, Victor was successfully convinced that guys from 2E were extraordinarily lame.

Hmph.

It's all your fault, Dehong.

How can I be lame?

I mean, my legs are working perfectly.

But never mind.

We made it past the checkpoint easily, and before we knew it, we were in Malaysia!

My group and I embarked on the coach, and were introduced to our guide, a friendly and amiable malaysian female.

Unfortunately, I can't remember what she said at that time... I was erm, resting.

But it's not my fault! Even the guy beside me had his eyes closed.

What I did notice was the beautiful and abundant trees by the highway, and let me tell you this, I have never seen so much greenery in Singapore before. There were a lot of trees. A lot.

Our first stop was Mini Malaysia, which according to the booklet I have with me here, is a 5ha unique and enchanting theme park which displays many cultural elements adopted by states in Malaysia, comprising 13 Malay traditional houses.

Talk about detailed.

Anyway, I have to say that the organisers there have indeed put in quite some effort to prepare for our visit. We even had a welcome drink, Coconut juice! =)

So we toured the various Malay houses which were painfully recreated there. One type of house had floors made from bamboo... or was it sugar cane?

My point is, the floor was hard on our bare feet. When you step on it perpendicular to the direction it is facing, it hurts your feet. So we had to step parallel to the direction, in between the depressions between two side-by-side poles.

Hmm... you don't quite get the picture, do you?

Never mind then. Dehong remarked that he pitied people who lived in such houses. When I asked him why, he said it was because everyday they were forced to walk like crabs.

Not the best reason for sympathy, but I laughed anyway.

We had lunch later, which had us dining in alfresco style. That sounds really posh and elegant, but in fact, that open-air buffet had a lot of mosquitos. A lot.

There was a cultural show after that, which showcased a lot of dances, which, as the emcee explained, was due to the many different cultures' influence on Malaysia.

There was even Potugese dancing =)

I know it might sound really fun and interesting to you, but in reality, the time we had there was, I shall be sporting and say... educational.

Yeah. Educational.

Everyone else was saying it was boring and all, but I shall say it was educational.

After that, we got back on our coach and headed for where we would be staying for the next few days, Tiara Beach Resort!

We went into our rooms and well, it's not that bad really.

Air-conditioning, nice beds, nice wooden chair even, but a terribly weird water heater, as I found out later.

Taking a shower there is far from relaxing; instead it trains your reflexes.

When the water becomes too hot suddenly, you have to immediately whip your hand out and adjust the water heater knob to "Low".

Too cold, and you'll have to set it to "Medium" QUICKLY.

It's a dangerous challenge; one which is easy to learn, but hard to master. You step out from the shower feeling like you just fought in Lord of The Rings.

And lost.

-to be continued =)

RI 01 Campfire

2006-04-27T19:40:00.000-07:00

Our campfire wasn't too bad.

The theme was Feast Royale Du 01, and personally, it wasn't too bad.

The videos shown during the campfire were REALLY funny. I guess that's one of the best aspects of our campfire. Oh and I was even in it! I played nameless peasant no.3 who appears for a very long 10 seconds.

Yeap.

You know, all the sec 2s who played the peasants (including me) had to brave rain and mosquitos just to film that brief scene. Yes, that scene was filmed in the rain. The raindrops are falling on my head...

But there's more to our campfire than videos.

At the start of the campfire, I was one of the ushers. I directed the various schools from the waiting room to the registration counter. Hmm. One school stood up from their seats without me prompting them to and started to move towards the registration counter. I was like, "Wait! Hold on! It's not your turn!"

The female adult leader gave me this mock angry expression, putting her hands on her hips, saying "You're telling me to wait...?!"

...oops.

But it's not my fault... nobody told you to get up in the first place.

So they stood there for a while... finally I said they could proceed.

"Are you SURE we can go now?" that lady asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"VERY?" she delved deeper.

"Yes, VERY." I answered.

I shall skip the subsequent verys and absolutely certains.

So anyway, later on the the remainder of the schools left for the registration counter. While other schools sent groups of 20 or more, Guangyang Secondary only sent 4 people! Lol.

Well the campfire proceeded relatively smoothly later on. But we didn't even have a place to sit! The hosts of the campfire, without a place to sit. Apparently a group didn't inform us they were coming prior to arrving, so we did not designate a place for them to sit. Hence, we let them sit where we were supposed to while we, well, sat somewhere near backstage.

The sec 1 dance was well, CUTE! The crowd really went crazy. But two Catholic high scouts went on stage and started dancing with them.

Hmm. That's so... superfluous. You know, "extra"?

Yeap so anyway, after that, Yinwei, the campus superstar finalist from our school sang to everyone! Everyone was going WOW, Yinwei's singing ROCKS.

I was going dang I can't find my white shirt, 'cause at that time I was changing for the sec 2/3 performance.

Speaking of the sec 2/3 military stick dance, well everything was going swimmingly, we were all dancing pretty well when midway my stick broke.

Now how does one do a pole dance without a pole?

Also, what type of lousy stick is that? I was slamming it on the floor GENTLY. Yet it broke.

It was just a GENTLE tap!!!

So anyways when I knocked it gently on the floor, yes VERY GENTLY, suddenly the stick felt... well, different.

It felt... lighter.
It seemed... more flexible.
And oh it wasn't in one piece anymore.

I stood dazed for a moment, before resuming my dance with what little stick I had left.

The RGS guides sitting right in front were visibly amused.

And I bet some observant member of the audience was going, "Hey waitaminnit, there's something strange about that guy's stick" or something.

But hey, I don't think anyone else noticed =)

And so the rest of the campfire proceeded smoothly.

I think all the J1's acting rocked!

Alvin and Hiok Hong were so funny playing the parts of Fanny the Loud and Lenny the Stout respectively. Jian Liang as Arthur Little... hahas. And oh, James as the king. Lol all the J1s were so funny!

After the campfire ended, it was time for us to clean up. While all the other schools left, we had to carry away the benches, pick up the litter, etc. I met a couple of ex-classmates currently studying in rv. They joined Scouts/Guides too! Hahas.

As my day drew to a close... I didn't even realise that our campfire was over.

It had all happened so fast.

The numerous hours we spent on the campfire... it has not all gone to waste.

All the time we spent rehearsing our pole dance... sure it was worth it.

The 30 circular pieces of plastic I had cut for the souvenirs... that's something I can be proud of.

Now I can go around and say, hey you remember the ri 01 campfire souvenir? Well it was me who cut the plastic cover -beams-

This year's campfire wasn't too bad... I'll see you next year.

2006-04-01T12:36:00.000-08:00

You should have seen the side-walk outside my school yesterday.

What with all the rain, the side-walk wasn't just a side-walk anymore. It had become a river.

The water was shoe-high, which I know doesn't sound very scary or dangerous... or high for that matter, but considering that the water seeps into your shoe and socks, it is scary enough.

No one wants to go home with water in your shoes.

No one wants to go home with soggy socks.

No one wants to go home with watery steps.

But I have to admit, it was FUN.

Yanwei, upon taking the first few steps into the blue, began to realize that going home in dry shoes was impossible, and just walked normally, "normally" in this case meaning "walking as if walking on dry ground when in fact you aren't and splashing water all over and into your shoes in the process".

But, chuyong and I saw an alternative way out. Beside the side-walk, was grass.

Grass.

Grass which might save us from our damp fate.

No doubt the grass was water-logged too, but with careful manipulation, I will survive.

And so, I trod on with extreme care and caution, stepping on elevated parts of the grass.

Phew. Finally we passed the flooded sections of the side-walk and grass, and we moved back on the side-walk.

I had survived.

My shoes were only SLIGHTLY wet.

Looking at yanwei's shoes' sad and erm, soggy state, I could not but feel proud of myself.

But while we were walking, I turned around and noticed that Chuyong and Yanwei were hurriedly walking backwards, as if running away from something.

So what? I wasn't alarmed. The two of them were just probably being weird.

Then I saw this car cruising down the road, on the lane closest to the side-walk.

So what? Why are the two so afraid of a car?

Then I saw a huge puddle of water on that exact lane, with the car heading towards it.

So wha... oh.

Oh, no.

And as realisation dawned upon me, an arc of water descended upon me too.

I was wet entirely. INCLUDING my shoes.

"How could this happen to me?
I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on"

How could this happen to me?

(yeah it's a nice song)

All my efforts to keep myself dry had been thwarted.

I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

NowI was wet ENTIRELY.

I looked at Yanwei and Chuyong... and laughed.

Jobweek

2006-03-16T20:52:00.000-08:00

The past five days have been quite eventful, so I shall try to summarize everything into a shorter version.

First, on Saturday I had to go around Singapore to do Jobweek, a fund-raising activity for the scouting movement in Singapore.

I went with Yanwei, and I totally hate having gone with him, 'cause now he accuses me for nearly taking the wrong train, for almost getting off at the wrong stop, and for manipulating the truth.

And all that in just one day.

He sure knows how to complain.

During that afternoon, him and I were at Aljunied, but were forced to find somplace else as that place had already been combed by other scouts.

So we called the "school handphone", which is a handphone manned by the J1 scouts and to be called should we need advice.

Ongardo, one of the J1s answered.

I told him we were at Aljunied, and asked him as to where to go next.

He thought for a while, then suggested we take a train to Kallang, the next stop, before taking a bus away from there, as scouts usually only comb areas near MRT stations.

"Which bus do we take?" I clarified with him.

"Any one that goes away from the station," he answered.

And so we took a train to Kallang, alighted there, and waited for a bus.

A few buses passed us before we decided to get on to bus "100".

Oh, the bus brought us away from Kallang alright, in fact it brought us all the way back to Aljunied.

The next day, or the second day of Jobweek, I had had enough of the constant blaming and complaining and whining of Yanwei, and hence decided to do it with my friend Nicholas, not to be confused with that other Nicholas from HCI.

Anyway, first we made our way to the area near Nicholas' house, which is in Bishan. This time we carried out Jobweek in a much better fashion as compared to the day before, as there was much less complaining, and of course, much less of Yanwei.

But mainly the "much less" of Yanwei.

A friendly guy invited us into his house to clean the window grills. We found out that he was a French teacher, whereas his wife is a music teacher.

So we spent one hour in his house cleaning window grills.

Mind you, the grills were dirty. There was even a dead beetle, which the two of us had some... difficulty in removing.

After the job was done, we collected a reasonable fee *ahem ahem* and left.

Later on, a kind maisonette's owner agreed to let us wash his car. So with two buckets and two towels in tow, we headed to his car and gave it a wash; albeit one without soap.

We were confident that his car was spotless and hence returned to the maisonette to proudly announce that his car had been washed.

The amiable owner decided to do a inspection of our handiwork.

Fine by us. We were confident of our car-washing abilities.

Surely the two of us were capable of washing a car...?

The owner came back smiling, and remarked about the presence of "bird shit" on his car.

Before you start accusing us of not doing a good job, let me assure you, no seriously, let me ASSURE you that while we were washing, the "bird shit" wasn't there.

No, really!

Somehow, this bird "shit-ed" AFTER we had washed.

Talk about an incredible tale.

Later on, Nicholas and I were feeling incredibly demoralized, as the flats we made our way to had all been combed by scouts before us.

Our earnings were minute, furthermore.

So we called the friendly "school hotline", and this time, Jianliang, the J1 scout manning the phone told us to just take any random bus to out-of-the-way flats.

I don't see the need to elaborate on what happened next, other than me having a knack for taking buses away and back again.

After taking about 3-4 wrong buses, we ended up in an area which was relatively uncombed.

This time, we knocked on doors never before knocked, like never before.

Never mind... that sounded lame.

We combed the flat with lightning speed, and actually earned more than the entire morning and afternoon, all in one evening.

We saw what it felt to be "enthu", that is, slang for to be enthusiastic!

Could this be it...?

Is this how Chuyong actually gets to earn so much for Jobweek...?

By rushing from house to house, pressing on doorbells, remaining steadfast at the umpteenth closed door?

I can see clearly now the rain is gone,
I can see all the obstacles in my way...

Next year, I'm gonna earn more for Jobweek!

For I can see clearly now...

The Storm After the Calm

2006-02-28T20:19:00.000-08:00

I was unable to post for a few weeks in a row, what with the on-set of all my tests and the numerous projects.

Everytime I open a window to blog, I fall asleep before I even finish the post.

Seriously, sleeping for only 6 hours a day continuously for 3 weeks doesn't exactly do much good for your health.

I don't dare to go to the zoo anymore, since the pandas might mistake me for one of their own.

No, I'm not saying I'm fat; I'm talking about the rings around my eyes...

Even in class, I fall asleep often.

Or rather, MORE often than usual.

When my English teacher took my class to the Computer Lab to work on a group project, I fell asleep.

While my group member Matthew was busy surfing the web for information, I was sitting beside him, with my head laid on the table.

No, I wasn't slacking.

I was supporting him, erm, mentally.

So anyway, Dehong, my other group member, said to me:

"Don't fall asleep arh, Wayne."

I looked at him with an incredulous look.

"I won't."

~

Moments later, my English teacher noticed a figure slumped against the table.

She noticed that the figure's eyes were closed.

"Wayne?" She asked with a dubious tone. "Good morning."

~

My eyes flashed open.

I sat up on my chair quickly, and with my head still drowsy, managed to say "Good morning."

I glanced at Dehong.

His expression read:

"I told you."

2006-02-04T00:41:00.000-08:00

I don't believe it... my Generals CD is spoilt!!!

How can this possibly happen...?

I think the CD has suffered one too many scratches, but that can't be possible...

I don't remember scratching the disc...

So anyway, I am proud that my English teacher remembers my name!

No, not because my teacher recognises the outstanding pupils, but rather, because she remembers in particular those people who handed in their Commonwealth essay late.

Hmm... that doesn't sound so impressive anymore.

But never mind.

Some of the blogs I've been browsing seem to have adopted a shorter policy.

By that, I mean they post shorter posts, though they post many short posts.

But I'm not gonna say that they believe in quantity over quality.

It's more of a, quality AND quantity policy.

Yeah.

Short posts can be good too, you know.

Just like this one.

=)

2006-01-29T22:31:00.000-08:00

It is difficult to post when you are feeling kinda depressed.

Your post would reflect your low spirits, and would be of "low" standards too.

But then I realise that I have been feeling kinda depressed almost this entire year, and yet I have been posting reasonably entertaining posts.

So... I am posting right now.

Everyone is celebrating Chinese New Year now.

That would mean that everyone is visiting relatives' house, putting on smiles and respecting their elders politely.

But hey, the angbaos make it all worth it in the end.

On Friday my school was celebrating Chinese New Year.

But as our hall had been demolished, our multi-racial talent-showcasing extravaganza featuring the diverse club and societies in our school, was instead, reduced to two overly-excited MCs, five guys and a God of Fortune.

Hey... that sounds like a title of an old sit-com.

"Two Guys, One Girl, and a Pizza Place" or something like that right?

But that's not important.

So anyway, the performance was great.

Why great, you ask with this astonished look on your face.

Just keep reading, I say with this haha-you've-fallen-into-my-trap expression.

So... erm, just keep reading.

*ahem*

Because the Campus Superstar finalist from our school actually sang for all of us!

He sang a festive song with the lyrics re-written on the podium in front of the entire school.

It was pretty nice.

After that "celebration", we went back to our classes for, sadly, lessons.

But Science wasn't so bad.

Our teacher let us watch Osmosis Jones!

You know, the white-blood cell?

Sure, it wasn't as witty and sarcastic as Futurama, but yeah... it's better than Covalent Bonding.

I guess that would be all.

My fever still hasn't completely subsided.

But my post, has completely ended.

~

Lousy ending, you sigh.

Quit complaining in my posts and do it on the tagboard, I insist.

Scouts

2006-01-22T13:04:00.000-08:00

I think I shall blog about what happened during Scouts.

But WAIT!!!

That doesn't mean it's going to be an EXTREMELY boring post.

So move your cursor away from the "Back" button.

Yeah....slowly does it.

There.

Tuesday's scouts activity was titled "Lighting The Darkness".

In our respective patrols, we were to go forth and complete three stations.

I find the second station to be rather ...memorable.

I shall try and illustrate what happened.

Another patrol and my patrol were to complete the station together.

We were sitting on the benches chatting when a J1 blew his whistle and called for a horseshoe.

Which meant that we were to gather in horseshoe formation around him immediately.

And no, horseshoes have nothing to do with cowboys nor horses which I KNOW you pictured in your mind.

So anyway, he kept blowing his whistle in short bursts until we had gathered in front of him.

Then, much to our surprise, he broke off the horseshoe and called for ANOTHER horseshoe in the next corridor instead.

Absurd right?

So we rushed over to the next corridor and gathered for a horseshoe.

We were all pretty pleased with ourselves (we had assembled quite efficiently) when he asked,

"How many whistles did I blow just now?"

-stunned silence-

We guessed 25, and shouted "25!" together.

He consulted his two fellow J1s standing beside him, before answering,

"No, I blew 17."

Alright, so that wasn't too bad.

At least we weren't punished, right?

"So the deficit is 7 ...and 7 plus 25 is 32. So now you owe me 32."

The J1s love us, I tell you.

Love torturing us, of course.

Immediately, he shouted, "Down!"

All of us went into push-up position immediately.

"DOWN!" He shouted.

All of us shouted "1!" and did one push-up.

And so the brutal torture continued.

We were punished for not encouraging our fellow friends, for not changing from push-up position to sit-up postion fast enough, for not changing from sit-up position to push-up position fast enough, and also for STILL not remembering how much we owed the J1s.

When we had finally finished this station, the J1 told us what we should have learnt.

To summarize what he said, I shall reproduce it in a ... "filtered" fashion:

"Supposing that one of your friends is not as fit as you, then naturally he'll suffer more when doing the push-ups.

So we don't just want you to just be there for him, we want you to be there WITH him. "

Of course I had modified his words to sound more poetic, but the main meaning is still there.

So I guess I shall end my post here, as the first-aid tutorial we had the next day is too... dirty to be posted here.

After all, it is better to leave you impressed with a quote than leave you disgusted at my friend's suggestion of treating choking female babies, right?

Right?

Basking in her visit

2006-01-15T17:58:00.000-08:00

Hmm...this would be my first post this year.

Two weeks have passed, and I have survived school!

Yay!

I have to thank my Math teacher, of course.

For his undying patience and tolerance.

Just take the incident on Friday.

While my Math teacher was passing my table, I said half-jokingly, "Sir, I can't be bothered to do this sum - can you do it for me?"

I might as well have signed my own death warrant.

Or jumped off a building.

But alas, no! He just looked at me in this ...funny way.

"No, you have to do it yourself," he smiled.

"This is not fair!" I said.

"Life is never fair," he said, patting me on the head.

So there.

Wise words from a Math teacher.

He should teach Philosophy or something.

Yesterday, the entire Sec 2 cohort of my school went to the Singapore Indoor Stadium.

Not for the Stephanie Sun concert which was also being held there, but instead, for a performance entitled "Shylock".

Basically, it was a play, though the cast was only one man.

One very talented man, of course.

The play was based on the Shakespearean work, "The Merchant of Venice".

The protagonist wasn't Shylock, though.

It was Tuba, pardon my spelling if it's wrong.

He spoke only 8 lines in the book.

A VERY IMPORTANT character, huh?

Tuba was, as the actor said, "Shylock's best friend......well actually, I was his only friend."

Ahh... do you not see the importance of the eight lines?

Tuba MUST have been a very CRUCIAL character in the story.

The story would not have been complete without the VITAL eight lines.

Ok, never mind.

Anyway, my classmates were complaining that it was rather boring.

Well, yeah. Some of the parts were a little uninteresting, but on the whole, it is quite entertaining.

But when I come to think of the Stephanie Sun concert that was going on at the same time... *sigh*

Life is unfair.

Under One Umbrella

2005-12-29T20:32:00.000-08:00

I realise that, just like I haven't been doing my homework, I haven't been blogging.

Well, since this blog lacks a post about Christmas, I shall start off by blogging about Aloysius' christmas party.

In the morning, Yanyi and I agreed to go together to Aloysius's house. But then she told me that she had yet to wrap the christmas present, and, since she had run out of wrapping paper, asked me for wrapping paper.

So to pass her the wrapping paper, I had to, well, pass her the wrapping paper.

Hmm... confusing, huh?

I mean, I really have to PASS it to her, you know, give it to her.

I can't send it over the internet or something.

So I had to change quickly, and rush over to her house to hand it to her.

That was when I took my first step into her house.

Hmm...when I walked into her room, it... wasn't exactly very neat.

The blankets... weren't exactly properly folded.

The pillows...never mind.

In short, the room was messy.

So anyway, she iniatially wanted me to wrap the present, which was a handphone key chain.

But after seeing my unprofessional use of the scissors on the wrapping paper (I was mutilating it), she decided to do it herself.

I can't blame her, after all, how good at wrapping can a guy be when he just learnt how to wrap the day before?

Yanyi's sister came home just as we were leaving.

I called her "Auntie", and she was going, "o...k..."

We, after much deliberation, decided to walk to Aloysius' house.

Alas, after the first few steps, raindrops started to descend.

I asked her if she had brought an umbrella, and she shook her head.

Dang.

I only have ONE umbrella.

So we had to share the umbrella then.

I was holding the umbrella, as I am *beams* TALLER than her.

Argh...it was so wet.

I was telling her that it's a good thing I wore blue, since the wet patches would be less visible.

It's unfair! I was so much wetter than her...

When we finally reached our destination, she realized that her present was, well, soggy.

I think Soggy's present was also soggy too...haha...never mind.

Hmm... we were all pushing the drinks that Aloysius' mother had prepared to each other.

I was pouring the contents of my cup into someone else's cup, hoping he would not notice......

Well, there were many old friends at the party.

Some of them have changed...but never mind about that.

I played Halo 2 with Ding Jie, killing the Covenant, decimating the Flood, destroying the Brutes... you know, do the usual stuff.

Yeah...time passes fast when you're killing aliens.

Towards the end, we were all playing True or Dare.

But everyone was fooling around and joking, so it wasn't really enlightening.

Soggy was asked on whether Sean was attractive...

Soggy was like laughing, before saying "No!"

You should have seen the polite forced smile on Sean's face, I tell you.

My heart really goes out to that un-attractive guy.

It's not his fault he's unattractive!

Just joking.

I'm not that mean as to make fun of unattractive people...

Never mind.

But seriously, Sean really seemed hurt.

Hmm... we all left at 10, after we had exchanged the gifts.

If I remember correctly, Siu Yen, Daniel, Francis, Nigel, Soggy and Yanyi, together with me, walked to the MRT station.

Siu Yen and Daniel were lagging behind the others with me; we were joking about meeting at Guardian in the future to buy some...erm...indispensable stuff.

Right.

Siu Yen and Daniel didn't join us on the LRT though; their homes were in another direction.

Hmm... on the LRT we were playin True or Dare again!!!

We were all just being lame (as usual), so of course the answers were...not quite true.

Francis was asked on who he likes, and he said "Shit."

After him, was me, and I said "Dung."

Come on! It's not my fault that Francis and I have a crush on the same thing!

Hahas.

I guess that concludes my post.

It has been really long; hopefully it doesn't bore you.

And no, I DON'T have a crush on human excretion - I was only joking.

Gift-Shopping

2005-12-20T23:47:00.000-08:00

Brr ...make sure you on the water heater before you shower.

Unless you want to find out why ...the hard-no, "cold" way.

So anyway, today I played badminton at Bukit Gombak Sports Hall, as the courts in CCKSC were unavailable.

Pei Su, his friend, Jaslin, Shi Yuan and her friend were there, not to mention Soggy.

I was there too, obviously.

As Ding Jie, my usual Doubles partner wasn't there, I had to team up with Jaslin instead.

All was well, until towards the end, we started losing to Pei Su and his friend.

The match was extremely close.

I distinctly remember that I gave away our chance to win once.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. You're tuning in to Live Overview Of Today, in other words, L.O.O.T! But don't blame me, blame the producers for the lousy title.

Over on the left, we have Peisu and Zikang on one team. They are looking pretty confident here, but will their confidence be enough for them to win?

On the right, there's Jaslin and Wayne. They had been winning the other team with ease the previous games; why are they losing now?

The score is 14-13, and it's Jaslin's service.

She's the second server; so, this is it.

Can they win?

Their final chance.

...And she serves!

Zikang lobs it back, before Jaslin catches Peisu and lobs to Peisu!

Peisu is unprepared; he gives a very high return!

This is it; the moment we've all been waiting for.

Can Wayne smash and end this?

Is this the climatic end to this spectacular match we've ben watching?

And ...he smashes!

The shuttlecork soars downwards ....it....it hits the tip of the net!

And-and...it lands in his court.

There is a loud "Ooh" from the crowd.

Ooh...so close.

Dang.

How disappointing-guess you owe me five dollars now, Nick."

I remember there was a collective "ooh" from everyone when I blew it.

I'm serious!

But anyway, the worst part isn't the defeat.

The worse part is knowing that you should; that you could have won.

After badminton, Peisu and Soggy followed me to Macdonald's, where we were joined by Yanyi.

Apparently a long discussion followed over lunch, prompted by a simple "Have you had your lunch?".

Sounds ridiculous, huh?

But never mind about that.

After lunch, we went shopping, as Yanyi and Soggy wanted to buy some Christmas presents.

We roamed around for one and a half hours before going back to the same shop we had visited half an hour ago.

Yes, I know it's not very clever.

Also, we met a few Rafflesians on the way.

One of them, Mathias, was reminding Yanyi and Soggy, RATHER LOUDLY, about a speech I had given during Oral Comm (Speech and Drama).

But never mind...two people being reminded is bad enough already.

I won't tell you what that speech was about ....too bad.

At least that speech scored me an A+ for the subject.

No need to commend me on being humble =)

That's about it. After the shopping, we went home!

And so concludes another day.

I just don't see why Yanyi didn't buy the hair-band for Aloysius.

(I'm joking!)

A Week In A Post

2005-12-17T19:00:00.000-08:00

Once again, I have to put my summarization skills to the test, by blogging about one week of my life.

This is a difficult task, because if I choose to mention what happened entirely, this post would become long...... and boring.

You would not pay attention anymore; you would be skimming through the paragraphs, reading just for the sake of reading.

I know you will, because that's what I do when I come across such posts.

Hmm...

So anyway, on Monday afternoon, I first walked to DJ's place, to wait for Aloysius to fetch us.

I only took 20 minutes, unlike the 45 minutes I took the previous time when 2 people were with me. The 45 minutes that I took that time took made me miss a television show.

One of the two joked that I could catch the credits.

Well, it must have been a joke, 'cause I missed the credits too.

When Aloysius finally arrived to fetch us, DJ and I squeezed into the car, which makes 4 people in the backseat; Aloysius, Ding Jie, Wu Qi and I.

It was a tight situation.

There was no "room" for anything.

There...... never mind.

When we reached the yacht club, we put our bags in the rooms, before running off to play Counter-Strike in the Youth Room.

Well, it was fun blasting away at each other.

Hmm...I shall fast forward to the time when we retreated for the night.

The four of us shared the same room, and Aloysius was to sleep on the sofa-bed while the three of us shared two beds.

We spent the late night and early morning watching Chicken Little and Three Good Men.

We were gonna watch Harry Potter when Aloysius' mother came into our room and told us that people don't sleep at 4am and that we should.

Well, we didn't argue that since people "don't" sleep at 4am, we shouldn't too, but instead we went to our beds.

We spent our time talking about gir...... giraffes.

At 4.30 am Aloysius' mother came in to check on us, and this time we had to sleep, 'cause his mother didn't leave until we did.

We woke up at around 9, and set off towards East Coast Park.

We had a fun and sandy time there, scaling the pyramid and completing the obstacle courses.

We played catching too, for that matter. I'm proud to declare that Aloysius' mother couldn't catch me.

Hmm...moving on to Thursday.

We played badminton, with Jaslin joining us towards the end.

We went to Macdonald's following that, and apparently there was some dispute over who sits where.

After that, it was on to DJ's place!

We had an enjoyable time muting the Barbie show that was showing at that time and providing the dialogue.

Our version made Barbie seem like it was an adult show, but never mind about that.

Then, we went home (I missed my show again), and on the way behaved very childishly.

Don't ask how.

Friday, finally!

DJ, Soggy, HS and I went for the Appassionata IX concert!

It was pretty good, but apparently we were pretty loud ourselves...

After the show, some guy asked DJ to use the side door exit.

HS and I didn't know, so we were already making our way towards the main exit when DJ stopped us, and told us to exit at the side instead.

When we got out, a lady only slightly older started lecturing DJ on concert etiquette.

It wasn't very successful, though.

Like a Lilliput-ian lecturing Gulliver.

Naturally, the results weren't very big, haha.

So, that's about it.

One week, in one post.

To make this task even more challenging, I slept at 4am last night.

Beat tha-Zzzzzzz.......

Interesting Ngarments

2005-12-07T19:59:00.000-08:00

I shall, armed with my summarization skills, attempt to condense the happenings of three days into one post.

Yes, I know it sounds impossible, but it only sounds impossible.

On Monday, I played badminton in the morning, and after that I went to Macdonald's.

After lunch, we walked all the way to DJ's house, passing a playground on the way.

The playground was tempting, but, never mind.

In DJ's house, I engaged in Command and Conquer Generals.

DJ insisted I fight an Easy army, but I promptly refused, and clicked on Medium army instead.

DJ was right.

I got slaughtered.

But anyway, on the way home, DJ's dog was following us, marking it's territory at every possible tree.

At such times, one doesn't just appreciate Life, but also appreciates not being a tree.

Second day, now.

Badminton in the morning, after that, Macdonald's, where I borrowed money from someone.

That someone was talking about interest of one dollar a day.

I earnestly hope it was a joke.

Later, we headed to DJ's house.

On the way to DJ's house, I distinctly remember some fighting involving badminton rackets, or at that time, what we called "lightsabers" .

I also remember saying something about bushes if a certain need ever arises, but never mind about that.

Oh!

And I recall a lot of singing.

A lot.

From the Powerpuff Girls to Spongebob Squarepants, we sang the songs for all.

Following that, we reached DJ's house, and now, with experience in hand, I beat the Medium army.

On the way home, I somehow remember being hit on the head with badminton rackets.

Rackets can be dangerous in the wrong hands.

Hmm...this is taking longer than I thought.

Finally, about Today!

I played badminton in the afternoon, instead of in the morning.

Two RGS students joined us for badminton today, in contrast to the usual people.

Speaking of the "usual people", one of them unfortunately, couldn't come.

After badminton, the RGS students, namely Nga Man and Jia Wen, couldn't join us for Macdonald's.

Oh well.

After Macdonald's, we walked home.

I am thankful, that this time, there was no merciless banging of the head with rackets.

And so...... I've done it.

I have finished my three-day summary.

Let me just add that while we were walking home, we passed the playground again, and it, once again, appeared tempting.

Very tempting.

Cold Jokes

2005-12-03T23:05:00.000-08:00

How often do you see people bringing badminton rackets into a cinema?

Almost never, right?

"Almost".

'Cause that's what I did yesterday.

After badminton in the morning, Ding Jie, Zi Peng, Soggy, Yanyi and I headed over to Macdonald's for lunch.

After that, we went to watch a movie, "Chicken Little"!

I won't share the plot with you, though I'll say that the music is nice.

After the movie, Zi Peng and Soggy departed, leaving only the three of us to go to visit Aloysius' house.

So basically, we played Halo 2 there, and had some pizza.

I would like to brag that I beat Yanyi in racing and in "Marvel vs Capcom 2"!

Yay!

Moving on, I went for an anti-drug course yesterday.

It lasted the entire day, and the JC 1 instructors were pretty.

Pretty good, of course.

(what were you thinking?!)

We had to put up a skit for the course, and so I teamed up with my seniors and two SJI scouts.

I played the transfer agent, the "good guy".

On the whole, I think my skit was ok; everyone was laughing.

I hope they were laughing with us, not AT us.

No, wait, they WERE laughing at us.

Dang.

After the course had finished, on my way home, I met Cheryl, an ex-fellow prefect.

Or rather, a fellow ex-prefect.

I noticed her just as she was alighting, with a friend accompanying her.

She seemed intent on running away from me, and got off the train before I had even said "hi".

Though it wasn't my stop, I got off anyway, and followed her.

I managed to get her school name (Unity Secondary School) before she left hurriedly.

Now for what happened today.

Well, I went to Snow City!

Though it's small, well, it was fun! And cold, of course.

My hands were completely numb with the intense cold.

So numb, that I couldn't even do something as simple as wipe my spectacles!

In conclusion, I shall say that the experience was "ice".

Get it?

No?

*sigh*

I guess I just told a "cold" joke.

Intellectual Chatter

2005-11-29T22:14:00.000-08:00

"You know, I don't really ask people who can't really play badminton to play."

That was a RV-ian's comment on one of my friends who was playing badminton with her.

One of my, er, not-so-good-in-badminton friends.

"Not-so-good" and I'm trying to be polite.

So anyway, I played badminton today with Ding Jie, Bojian, Jaslin, Shi Yuan, and Ming Jie.

The latter three are three girls from the River Valley Secondary school team.

After that, I went for lunch.

Pity the three girls couldn't join us though.

"Not bringing enough money" was their excuse.

Oh well.

Later at home, I was watching a fantastic show called "Whose line is it anyway?" when Soggy and KY pressed the doorbell.

Well, actually I don't think two people can press the door bell together at the same time, but ...... yeah, you get what I mean.

Perhaps they pressed the doorbell separately at the same time.

Perhaps.

KY had been at Soggy's house, and being unable to play Maple Story there, decided to pop over to my house.

Now, when two smart and witty intellectuals meet, there's bound to be some fantastic coversation.

Unfortunately, this time two sarcastic, lame guys with a dry sense of humour met, so we have to settle for less impressive conversation.

It went something like this:

KY: Where do you sleep?
WT: On a mattress.
KY: *sees a bamboo mat in the room* Oh, that?
WT: Oh yes, it has very good cushioning.
KY: *shrugs* You know, I have little faith in those machines you call "telephones".
Every time I pick the receiver up, I hear these "toooo--toooo--" sounds.
It's weird.
WT: You should seek help. Urgently.
KY: Yeah, I should go to IMH.
WT: What's IMH?
KY: Institute of Mental Health.
WT: Oh, ok. You know the phone number of the institute, right?
KY: No, I don't. It's my parents who phone the institute.
WT: So your parents are crazy, too?

There you go.

I know, I know.

The two of us are really gonna make it big on radio.

I can picture the scene:

WT: Good morning, listeners! And you're tuning in to WTKY.
No, it doesn't stand for What The -- never mind. Instead it stands for Wayne Tan & Kuan Yu!
KY: And here's our first caller.
Caller: Man, I love your show!
KY: Thank you. In appreciation of your words, I shall try to shorten your stay at IMH.
WT: You can!? Shorten mine too!

*ahem*

And you know, the funny thing is that KY didn't get to play Maple Story at my house either.

Good night.

Whispered Tears (New Blogskin)

2005-11-27T18:30:00.000-08:00

I have just changed my blogskin. The previous one wasn't THAT bad, but my posts were unread-able.

Anyway I hope this one, though of the same theme as the previous one, is better.

Moving on, I have finally written another poem, inspired by two words an acquiantance provided.

Basically I composed a whole poem based on the two words.

And, surprise, surprise, I have titled the poem with the two words.

Yes, I know I'm creative.

*Ahem*

Enough about my ego, here goes:

Whispered Tears

The trees now look more despondent than usually so
Brighter, the sun used to shine.
But then, in the past, you had yet to go
After all, you had used to be mine.

Now I realise I should have noticed more
The care you had showered on me previously.
How I'd like to change what happened before
Now I know you're divided from me.

Those whispered tears I failed to hear
Those silent confessions I brushed aside
If only my own feelings I had made clear
Then in regret, I would not reside.

Perhaps love has to be left to it's intended course
What's done can't be changed by any human hand.
And that's why I shall never get over my loss
Of you not being with me in the end.

I would like to thank three people (you know who you are) for providing assistance. Though of course, I did all the work. *ahem*

Alas, all good things must come to an end.

Less good things should have been gone a long time ago.

(There goes your chance to claim I'm proud)

Hence, my time is long overdue.

Until next time, good night.

Dampened Spirits

2005-11-24T22:37:00.000-08:00

It's been a long time since I posted.

Well, I shall talk about what happened on Tuesday (Don't ask why) .

I went to play badminton in the morning. Initially I had been worried that there wouldn't be enough courts for everyone to play.

After all, I had been expecting quite a crowd to turn up.

Alas, my fears were put to rest: Only three people (besides me) turned up.

You know the saying "Two's a company; Three's a crowd"?

Well, if that was true, then a "crowd" turned up all right.

Anyway, we played (surprise, surprise) badminton! For, roughly, two hours.

Towards the end, we played with two girls from CCK Secondary School. They were about my height, though they were Secondary Three.

They were pretty good, but my team was better, and we thra... no, beat them.

After badminton, I went over to Ding Jie's cousin's house, as there was some ample time before my next activity.

So all was well and bloody (they were playing DotA) until DJ and I realized that we were running late for our next activity.

We hurriedly headed towards Macdonald's, where we were supposed to meet Yanyi and Sok Khoong. We arrived at 1 o' clock, which was half an hour later than supposed.

Finding the restaurant devoid of the two girls (I don't blame them; we were REALLY late), I and Ding Jie quickly gobbled down our lunch, not wanting to be even late-r.

So we hurried upstairs to the bowling alley ( KY was with us now) and voila! There they were.

Sok Khoong was bowling while Yanyi was stonin...... observing.

So we "bowled", and I don't feel the need to elaborate on it, 'cause it was just Sok Khoong winning and winning and winning and me "gutter-ing" and "gutter-ing" and finally, losing.

Ding Jie and KY left early to catch a movie with some other guys, leaving me to continue "gutter-ing".

At around three, I'd had enough of losing.

So we packed up, and left the alley.

I promptly led the way, being myself quite familiar with the place. But upon seeing them not following me and instead, going the other way, well ...everyone makes mistakes.

When we reached the exit of the Plaza, we realized that it was raining.

Dang.

But fortunately, Yanyi brought an umbrella.

But unfortunately, Yanyi brought an umbrella.

Meaning, she brought only ONE umbrella.

Now what?

Well, someone had to tow the bowling ball.

And the umbrella could cover two people.

Yanyi, wanting to eat the fries, could not hold the umbrella by herself.

Well, Sok Khoong wanted to tow the bowling ball herself ...so I had to carry the umbrella for Yanyi, wanting to eat the fries.

But before you start imagining things, that only lasted for five minutes, because the people at the bus-stop kept looking at us, which WAS rather uncomfortable.

Furthermore, Sok Khoong was getting drenched.

So to solve this dilemma, Sok Khoong and Yanyi shared the umbrella instead.

I was behind them, towing the bowling ball, and yes, getting wet.

But I don't really mind though. What's a little bit of rain?

I shan't elaborate more on that, except that it was a ......wet experience.

When we finally reached our houses (we lived relatively near each other), well, I was pretty wet.

Before parting, I said, "I believe the rain has dampened our spirits."

Glancing hopefully at both their faces, I was disappointed.

Apparently, they didn't get the pun.

Ah, well.

I never to claimed to have a fantastic sense of humour anyway.

After Hike

2005-11-12T09:25:00.000-08:00

I said two words after reaching the end point of my one-day hike.

Two words.

Not the simplistic yet meaningful "At last."

Nope.

Nor was it the satisfactory "I made it.

Finally."

No.

Instead, it was "F-" never mind.

You get the idea.

I went on a hike, which was something like Survivor, with a touch of the Amazing Race. Because my patrol started off with four Sec 1s, yet -

Only TWO Sec 1s arrived at the end point.

Anyway, we started off from Boon Lay MRT, but after going to Jurong East, we made our way to the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. Then, we hiked to the Canadian International School, before going to Clementi and ending off at West Coast Park.

We hiked the entire journey.

And all of us were ... extremely tired.

Every step was taken with pain. Your feet burn, and yet you're too busy cursing yourself to have turned up for the hike to even think of the hike as "fun".

Not that the hike was "fun", anyway.

Halfway through the hike, one of my patrol mates felt ill, and had to be taken home.

Minutes later, another member started to complain of excessive fatigue.

He was brought home.

Only I and another member remained.

We were stuck in last place, having got lost on the way.

One of the Sec 3s following us had already given up hope on us. He chose to bring the injured patrol member home, leaving the me and the other Sec 1 with another Sec 3.

We were really disheartened, and morale was lower than ever.

But still, we pushed on.

And surprise, surprsie, we reached our end point faster than the other patrols.

In short, we were first.

The Sec 3 who had left us was waiting at the end point, and when he saw us ......

he was really impressed.

But to encapsulate, the hike lasted around 12 hours and was a throughly tiring one.

Yet, the smile on the Sec 3's face when he saw us come in first, him muttering "Zero to Hero" proudly, the look of satisfaction on my sole patrol mate's face when we finished together; I think that makes all the agony suffered, worthwhile.

I think.

Pre-Hike

2005-11-09T18:41:00.000-08:00

Most thirteen-year-olds seldom visit Guardian (the store) .

I went there twice today.

But anyway, today I played badminton in the morning. But I shan't dwell on that. 'Cause losing isn't really fun to elaborate on.

After badminton, I limped (badminton was tiring) to Macdonalds with Ding Jie, with tired legs (like I mentioned earlier) and battered egos (losing stinks) .

I must say that Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince really is an engaging read. It has a pretty substantial plot, and cool chapter titles like "The Phoenix Lament". I mean, that chapter title just sounds so interesting and sad; true enough, that chapter is sad.

Furthermore, one can never guess that Snape killed Dumbledore.

Oops.

Should have warned you about that spoiler.

Well, I have to go, but before I do, let me just say that

Snape IS the Half-Blood Prince.

Oops?

Short Post

2005-11-04T02:41:00.000-08:00

School has finally ended.

Finally.

At last.

Fundamental Stuff

2005-10-20T18:42:00.000-07:00

I think that it's about time I posted more about what happens to me on a particular day rather then just mention snippets of it.

After all, that's what blogs are made for in the first place, right? To detail one's life, right?

Right?

Today is a holiday for all Rafflesians, save for those unfortunate guys who still have to go to school ( reluctantly, I suppose ) to take their Arts Elective Programme exam.

I have not bean doing much today. Other than composing a short "Ode to a Chair", I have been slacking around, you know, wasting time.

And I think you're not doing much too, since you're reading this. Hey, it takes a pretty desperate person to be reading this blog.

No, wait, don't press the "Back" button! I was just joking.

It's pretty much an uneventful day for me today, with me lounging at home and stuff. So I guess it's about time I posted a poem, since the last one is somewhere in my archives and even I don't know where exactly.

Well, HS asked me quite long ago to do a poem on the same topic he did, so, here goes:

Those Words

Those words that left your lips,
Broke my heart like never before.
My vision became blurry, became so obscured-
I couldn't even see you anymore.

I tried to compose my emotions
Yet rejection was too much to handle.
Your silhouette got fainter and fainter
Whilst my hopes continued to dangle.

My heart was shattered into pieces;
Subjected to many a tear.
I gazed longingly at your resolute face
And decided to end this affair.

But suddenly I woke and sat straight up in my bed.
Through the window, bright sunlight shone.
I was relieved, 'til I saw this note by my bedside:
(It read) "Don't miss me when I'm gone."

I personally quite like this poem I wrote.

Sorry HS, I have altered the storyline of your original poem. But, this poem still is based on yours. (Just like you asked me to)

Hmm...... this post is actually one I myself find entertaining. Nothing much like my depressive posts doing the exam period.

Well, that concludes my post.

Until tomorrow, good night.

Pre-Doom

2005-10-18T19:21:00.000-07:00

Devastated.

Not to mention, disappointed.

All because of one call.

THE call.

"The phone innocently rang.

Unknowingly, I answered it.

My face darkened considerably after the caller related to me what she had to say.

'Hello, is this Wayne? I am-' "

Ok. End of dramatisation.

Now that I've built up the suspense, let me tell you what really happened, you know, the simple version.

To sum the entire event up in seven words,

"I have to go for Japanese remedial."

There you have it.

I hope you have some cushioning nearby lest you faint.

*Ahem*

There's still the Math end-of-year test tomorrow, so I had better get back to studying.

Hope this short post, before I die when I see the first question on the test paper tomorrow, has entertained you.

Yup. I shall post a longer post tomorrow, after my test (assuming there are emergency first-aiders on standby to revive me).

Good night, and wish me luck for tomorrow.

(Luck for the test, not the presence of emergency personnel)

Alive and kicking

2005-10-17T02:32:00.000-07:00

.:I Am Not Dead:.

Really.

I am not lying six feet underground with my arms folded.

No.

I am typing on my keyboard; convincing people that I'm still living.

*Ahem*

If you're wondering why I haven't posted for a pretty extensive period, well, my hiatus' due to the onset of my end-of-year common tests.

However, this post does not mean that my exams are over. I still have my Science test tomorrow. Followed by Math the day after tomorrow.

It's tiring (sentimental music plays in the background) to be studying so much. Argh! So much to revise.

I have nothing more to say, and so much to do, so, well, 'til next time!

Good night.

2005-10-03T10:36:00.000-07:00

"I watched as they headed for the door, carrying heaviness and anticipation in their hearts. Their steps were heavy; their visages fatigued. Slinging their bags over their shoulders, they reached for the door handle. They pushed the door, expecting to depart the air-conditioned library, but, alas! The stubborn door would not budge, as if it was hesitant to let my friends leave; for it knew that impending doom was just behind the door. But no; the door was but an inanimate object. My friends noticed the "Pull" sign pasted on the door, and they were gone. "

DON'T WORRY! I was just describing my friends leaving the school library to go for their French Oral exam.

Sadly, my Japanese Oral exam was held on that same day too......

I sat anxiously on a table, facing the sensei . I read aloud the given passage, before reciting out the self-introduction I had memorized earlier. After that. the teacher asked me a couple of questions which I tried to understand but unfortunately didn't (She smiled politely at my nonsensical answers).

The exam ended with my invilgilator asking me one final question: "How is your Japanese teacher?"

Already very confused, I hurriedly said:

"Pretty."

And with that, the exam was over.

Might I add that the invilgilator smiled at my answer.

So anyway, I have finally started playing Maple Story! Yay!

Currently still a pretty low-level bowman, though.

To digress, let me just point out that in the right-hand corner of this blog you're currently viewing, you might notice a particular date which is rather imminent. No, it's not my neighbour's birthday, as DJ pointed out over the phone.

Well, I'm not saying anything, but...yup...now you know.

So remember that date, and I'm still not saying anything DIRECTLY, but yup, so goodnight.

A Play-ful Day

2005-09-26T20:16:00.000-07:00

Last Friday was a play-full day.

No, that's not a spelling error.

Rather, today many plays were staged by my classmates in class today.

Earlier on, we were informed by our English teacher that we would have to stage a play in our various groups. The topic had something to do with robots' uneasy relationship with humans in the future (We were doing "I, Robot" for our literature).

So I wrote a script for my group and and we acted it out. Apparently the teacher and my classmates liked it funny, so I guess missing all those reccesses just to rehearse was worth it.

But actually, writing a play is just lke writing a story, except that it's a play you're writing.

(I bet there's a confused expression on your face)

There's a huge Japanese exam tomorrow, the Oral exam. I better go practise so that I'll fail only by one mark.

And that's if I'm lucky.

Whatever. Good night.

Memory

2005-09-15T19:00:00.000-07:00

Do you still remember Edwin?

Well, he's an ex-lasallian. Currently studying in Regent Secondary, I chatted with him on the MRT train today.

Technically we weren't really "chatting". We were instead, having a "friendly exchange of contrasting views".

But don't worry; no one got hurt.

*Ahem*

So basically I was saying that he should have gone back to visit De La Salle, you know, relive the good ol' days.

Edwin's stand was that the past was the past, and that it would be a waste of time to go back.

Well, I argued something about the past being nothing but the present of yester-years, but apparently, he was not convinced (Or maybe he was confused).

Well, that debate lasted approximately 50 minutes, and I don't think you plan to spend such a long time perusing this blog, hence I shall summarize what Edwin and I said.

But before I start, I would like to point out that the "debate" lasted such an extensive time not because we were long-winded "beaters of the bush".

Instead, it was because the train ride was just as long, and we had nothing else to converse over.

So anyway, Edwin said that if you wanna go back to DLS and meet your friends or something, then why not just arrange a meeting someplace else with your friends over the phone?

Also, reminiscing about the past is a waste of time. Come on, you don't visit your kindergarten, do you?

Right. That should be it. Now on to my case.

Well, we all forget about the past someday, and that's why we should make the most of it now, while we still can. The past is NOT wastage of time.

Confused yet?
(There's no need to answer this)

So, has the school forgotten about Edwin?

I should think so, since Edwin plans to forget the school.

Good night.

(Edwin might have been portrayed in a bad light here, but I assure you that he's a nice guy actually)

F1nally a post

2005-09-12T19:00:00.000-07:00

I have to admit, that F1 is actually quite exciting.

I was watching F1, or Formula 1 to those uninitiated, yesterday. It was the Belgian Grand Prix, I believe.

Well, it was really exciting.

I mean, Takuma Sato crashed into Michael Schumacher! ( I apologise if I've spelt any names wrongly) And not only that, but there were many other interesting stuff happening during the race too.

But hey, you didn't come here to read about Formula 1, did you?

So anyway, the holidays are sadly over. All good things must come to an end, as they say. Now it's back to school, which doesn't seem quite as exciting as going to the Singapore Zoo.

Yes, I went to the Singapore Zoo during the holidays.

One of the most beautiful zoos in the world (that's what they said on the brochure) , it contains quite some animals. From the lion to the white tiger to the Ophiophagus Hannah, I have to really say that the time spent there was quite enjoyable.

Well, I know this post is kinda short compared to my previous posts, but I don't have much to say. I just wanted to show that this blog has not gone the way of the dodo, or perhaps the dinosaur.

Speaking of which, what's that dinosaur doing behind you?

(Don't worry, my current teacher isn't standing behind you)

Good night, and no, my current teacher does not look like a dinosaur (I was only joking)

Happy Teacher's Day

2005-09-05T16:50:00.000-07:00

Please note that you should read this post only after you have read the post below it, as I have posted twice on the same day. Thanks.

Anyway;

The Gardener

He strolls slowly out of the house,

With his gardening instruments in hand.

He gazes at the flowers growing in front of him;

Growing promisingly, on a plot of land.

He waters the flowers with knowledge,

He arranges them such as to receive the most sunlight.

So that when lost, they'll know where to turn to,

Be it in brightest day, or night.

He trims away those malicious weeds,

Those that hinder the flowers' excel.

He gently pours fertilizer,

So that the flowers can grow well.

He rids away those pesky pests

That do the flowers harm.

He also takes precautions against

Those pests that have yet to come.

And when they finally bloom,

He steps back to admire the flowers.

And such is the meticulous attention students receive

From who else but their very own teachers.

Dedicated to teachers everywhere.

If you did not quite understand the poem, well, the "gardener" undertakes the role of a teacher while the "flowers" represent the students. Yup.

Also, I would just like to mention to HS that unfortunately I did not do a poem on the topic he wanted, since I don't understand what he meant by "devil's advocate".

So HS, if you're reading this, do elucidate what you mean.

With that, I would just like to end off with yet another quote:

"It might be the thought that counts, but a real gift counts more."

Good Night, folks.

Asd

2005-09-05T16:39:00.000-07:00

A rather long while since I last posted......

Anyway, I played badminton with HS, Marc and Nicholas recently. I and Marc clad ourselves in our PE attire, strictly not for "advertising" purposes. HS, though hailing from the same school as us, did not wear what we wore. He and Nicholas instead wore what we affectionately call "home clothes".

The game we played was on the whole, fun. We journeyed home with our wallets lighter (It costs 7 dollars to book the court for 2 hours) and our legs, erm, pain-er.

Of course, before we went to play badminton, we visited our primary school. We met many familiar faces there, though some looked more mature than before. Then we chatted to Mr Seah, who admonished us to train and toughen ourselves up, so that we could have a brighter -- I mean, stronger -- future ahead.

Well, thanks for the advice Mr Seah. But we were going to play BADMINTON later, you know. But thanks, anyway.

I forgot to mention that I was pestered by many as to what Teacher's Day gift I got for my teachers. Trying to cover up for my forgetfulness, I said:

"It's the thought that counts."

Seeing the unconvinced look on my friends' faces, I added:

"It doesn't matter what you give, as long as deep down within the archives of your heart, there is a folder titled "The Best Teachers In The World", and those teachers are in that folder."

Ok, people, that's a quote, so if you plan to use it or something, please remember to quote it properly with my name and all.

I was feeling smug with myself after saying that when some guy interjected:

"Yes, but you don't even plan to give anything."

"......"

So anyway, to compensate, I shall post a Teacher's Day poem soon, on top of this post.

Finally, a post!

2005-08-27T21:15:00.000-07:00

I was unable to post for quite some time, mainly due to the copious amount of homework. Especially with the tedious and monotonous "Final Report" that I had to do. I wasn't exactly having a terrific time reviewing my teammate's portion of the "Final Report"; it was literally one grammar mistake after another.

But anyway, too much of burning the midnight oil has somehow debilitated me. Every time I try to post at 1am, I end up falling half asleep and pressing the backspace key to erase the dfshdshfsdjg keys that were entered when my sleep-deprived head landed on the keyboard.

Ok, maybe that was a bit exaggerated but my point is that I could never finish my post before Sleep knocks on the door and invites himself in to assuage my fatigue.

Hanny (it's a name) has been erm... aggresively (for lack of a better word) advertising his plan to play badminton after we call on De La Salle on Teacher's Day celebrations.

Yup. So if interested (or if you wanna get thrashed by us), please inform him or something.

Moving on, I suppose I should mention my meeting with Lian Bing a few days ago.

Now, we all know that as times change, people change too.

Lian Bing is one of those people.
(Suspenseful music plays)

His once shaven head now sports circumspectly gelled hair. He used to wear spectacles and now...... he still wears spectacles. His once.......ok fine, I admit it! He hasn't changed that much.

Is that what people call an anti-climax?

Anyway, I will now attempt to delineate what happened that day:
I was sitting on the bus, staring out the window, when suddenly, one slightly obese guy sat beside me. Well, fine. There's nothing wrong with that. That was what went through my mind before that guy said, "Do you know who I am, Wayne?"

My mind struggled to remember. "Erm..... waitamminit......er......"

"I'm Lian Bing," he said finally.

And so, we chatted. All the way to the bus interchange.

But personally, the most striking and conspicuous change he had, was his hair. Really.

Well, I guess that concludes my post. I'll remember to lock the door so Sleep won't come in and trespass my house again.

*Ahem*

Good night, and see you on Teacher's Day celebrations.

2005-08-17T19:00:00.000-07:00

Here's what happened the past few days:

The school gave us a talk about blogging. Basically, they told us to be careful about what we say on our blogs. And they also assured us that they are NOT monitoring our blogs. *Phew*

Well, just to be sure I don't get caught or something, I would like to say that Raffles Institution is a marvelous school, and the teachers are superb.

Nobody can sue me for that, right?

Also, during assembly, there was this performance put up by the students of SMU.

The unique aspect of this performance is the fact that you get to choose what choices the protagonist makes in certain circumstances.

To prove that my fellow batch-mates are smart and sensible people, when we were asked to choose between the protagonist opening some adult pop-up or, to close it, we chose to open it.

Once again, I re-enforce the fact that my friends are sensible, and erm......Mature?

I met Subha and Karyn at Lot-1 yesterday.
I only waved at them and sadly, did not strike up a conversation because I was rushing for time. Subha was wearing her blue school uniform and erm...Sorry to disappoint DJ, but I can't recollect what Karyn was wearing.

But hey, the past is behind you, ain't it, DJ?

After all, you've got SY now.

*Ahem*

By the way, a new onslaught of Rafflesians have started tagging on my blog.
Please don't spam.

Yup. I guess that ends my post. Good-
Oh wait, a poem! I almost forgot. In that case, here goes:

What Was Left Behind

A long time has passed-made even longer without you,
Since that faithful incident.
The memory still lingers freshly in my mind,
Yet in yours, is it still evident?

The world slowed to a still as you turned and left
It was silent; just like a silent film.
Others in the park continued joking and laughing-
While my grief reached its maximum.

I reached out; not touching what I desired,
I called out, not getting a reply.
I stood there, motionless, despairing
Over what was to be our goodbye.

Birds soared above me,
The wind gently toyed with my hair.
I held my head in my hands-
This sadness, I couldn't possibly bear.

My head swam with emotions,
Apart, my feelings were torn.
My heart was left drowning in a sea of sorrow,
'Cause the life-boat (you) was gone.

That event occurred a long time ago,
But in my mind, it's stil crystal clear.
I might still remember it clearly, but-
You have forgotten, it, I fear.

Though you might have forgotten,
That memory shall be imprinted forever in my mind.
It's a sad yet precious unforgettable memory,
That Time has left behind.

*Sniff* Tissue, anyone?

Good night, folks.

2005-08-13T23:54:00.001-07:00

Just wanted to post a re-cap about the past few days...

Yesterday, almost the entire cohort of Sec 1s of my school went to the Carnival@Marina.
It was pretty cool, with many attractive displays of military vechicles. I even got the chance to ride with a few friends in an infantry carrier.

Let's just say that was a "butt-quaking" experience. Literally.

Anyway, I also got a chance to fire a sort of "real-life" rifle. But of course, due to safety regulations, I was shooting blanks.

But I must say that I literally "shook" with excitement as I fired the gun. I mean, the gun really sort of "re-coiled" when I fired.

When I exit the so called shooting range, the personnel there handed me a sticker with their logo on it, as a parting gift.

Yay?

Enough about yesterday. I just realised that today is Yanyi's birthday.

Wow! And how did I manage to remember?

Well, she posting her birthday on her blog definitely helped me to recall.

Keeping up with tradition, I feel obliged to type yet another birthday poem.
But before that, let me just say that the poem, though perhaps exaggerated in some parts, is strictly light-hearted and if any offense has been taken, then I apologise.

Anyway...

Y is for young, you're still youthful, definitely so.
A is for angelic, and that everybody should know.
N is for for noticeable, well, great people get showered with notice.
Y is for Yanyi, and your name, obviously it is.
I is for interesting, boring you'll never be.
Put them together and...we get Yanyi!

Good night, people. Happy birthday, Yanyi.

Announcement

2005-08-09T11:30:00.000-07:00

I didn't plan to post today, but HS has been POLITELY asking me to post so as to get people to come down for tomorrow's badminton session.

Well, fine. I'll post.

But only because he said "please".

Anyway, I bet you must have enjoyed the National Day Parade. As usual, the parade had loads of eye-pleasing stuff. Like the fireworks display towards the end.

Now to do what HS asked of me to do.

*Ahem* There is a badminton-playing session tomorrow, at CCK Sports Complex. It starts at 11, and ends at either 2 or 3 pm. The people who are going to be there are DJ, HS, me, and, according to HS, Subha and Sok Khoong.

If you are interested, then inform me or something.

Yanyi has yet to answer my e-mail, so I 'm not sure if she'll be present tomorrow.
Zip has tuition, so he won't be joining us.

That's about it. Now having completed what HS asked me to do, I can rest easy and sleep soundly at night, without fear of my life.

*Phew*

Good night, and see you tomorrow.

National Day

2005-08-08T00:30:00.001-07:00

Practically every school in Singapore is celebrating the Nation's 40th birthday today. It is a significant event because from the past we have......wait a minute, you didn't come here for National Education, right?

Anyway, RI's celebrations commenced firstly with a concert. Actually today's celebrations included ONLY a concert, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, the Indian Cultural Club went on stage first to present a modern Bollywood dance.

Why "modern"?

What, with the cool moonwalk and those dance-steps you see in those beer commercials, that was definitely an impressive and awesome performance, no qualms about that.

Secondly, we had our very own rock band performing on stage. They did a "rocky" rendition of a couple of songs like Home, et cetera.

Well, that performance certainly, erm, "rocked" my world! Yup.

There were two other performances, but they weren't that spectacular in my opinion, hence I shan't high-light them here.

Moving on, I have noticed that correct spelling seems to be highly valued of late. Don't worry, in that case I won't make any spe;ling mistale$.

Good Night, folks. Happy National Day, too.

For those unaware, the correct spelling of those words is supposed to be:
"Won't make any spelling mistakes"

Just want to prove that my English is pretty goo

Long Break Ahead...

2005-08-07T00:30:00.000-07:00

Long time since I last posted...

Anyway, I was blog-hopping beyond the usual blogs I visit, i.e I visited some blogs which I didn't usually frequent.

Well, first up there was this erm... slightly painful blog. Why painful , you ask?

Because there was this particular image of males getting injured in erm...... hurtful places. Yup.

I'm not saying that the owner of that blog is a sadist whatsoever. It is a rather nice blog actually. But that image...well, you just don't see it everyday.

Secondly, there was this blog with a fascinating poem on a person's life. Complete with the complimentary Singaporean slang.

An interesting aspect of that poem was the fact that every single verse rhymed. There even were a great many verses, for that matter. Now, obviously effort has been poured into that excellent poem. The blog was pretty nice too, anyway.

The two blogs I mentioned above are both maintained by ex-Lasallians. My opinions on them are solely mine, and I hope not to have offended anyone.

In other words, I hope I won't find a lawyer's letter in my mailbox tommorow.

Now, if you have ever thought that pupils from neighbourhood schools were not as smart as you, well, think again.

Once I was on this bus, en route to my humble abode. The bus was tightly packed, and I struggled to find space to read the novel in my hand.

In this particular stop, a couple of CCK secondary(They were wearing their PE uniform) pupils boarded the bus.

I continued reading.

They started talking, and gradually, one of them remarked: "I didn't plan to fail; instead I failed to plan."

I put down my borrowed copy of Digital Fortress and stooped down to pick up my jaw.

"What in the world-" I thought. "That's a fantastic quote!" I mean, you hardly ever hear such a good quote-let alone a single quote, on the bus, do you?

I gazed at that particular girl /the quote-maker, with amazement. I also silently thought that I shall mention it on my blog.

Well, apparently now I have lived up to my wishes.

Yay?

By the way, there will be no poem today. Sorry.

If you have read this long post just to steal my poem and publish it in your name-then I hate to break it to you, but today you won't be able to add another poem to your collection of "stolen" poems.

But hey, you're not a "poem-stealer", are you?

Nevertheless, no poems for today.

If you haven't guessed the reason behind my post's title, well, as I am typing this, there IS a long stretch of holidays ahead. Plenty of time for stuff to do, in other words.

Wow! You made it to the end of this terribly long post! WooHoo! Give yourself a pat on your back.

Good night, people.

Now to conduct a spell check....

Different Places, Different Things Happening

2005-07-31T01:04:00.000-07:00

As I am typing this, Dr William Tan, wheelchair-bound world record breaker, cum distinguished alumni of RI, is on Raffles Institution's track trying to break yet another world record.

Dr William Tan, is going to race 24 hours on the track in RI. He's trying to set a new world record, and in the process, also trying to raise funds for the Canteen project.

You must realise that he is undertaking an arduous task. It is must mentally and physically exhausting. Hence, I strongly urge you to help him. For more information, please visit http://www.rafflesian.com

Talk about free advertising. Anyway, now on to what I did today.

At 4.30 pm I went to RI to run alongside Dr William Tan. All the pupils of Raffle Institution were involved, you see.

At around 5.30 I officially started running, along with my class and some other classes.

I ran twenty laps over the course of 1 hour. And if you think that's slow, then trying doing that yourself!

By the time I finished, I was feeling the antithesis of energetic. I hastily but wearily went to buy a can of Coca-Cola to assuage my thirst.

When I was running, amazingly my legs weren't hurting. Instead, they just didn't feel like moving! But what hindered me the most was my exploding lungs, actually.(No sarcasm intended)

Moving on to less austere stuff. I have acquiesced to many people's demands and changed my mundane and boring (that's what you guys said) previous blogskin. Hopefully, the new one, which features a unicorn fighting a dragon, is much better.

And so, once again the day is saved-I mean, here's a poem told from two perspectives.

Conversations of a Marathon Runner with Himself

Tired:
Stop! You must stop now!
You can't run any more!
Your body is sweating, your breathing is rapid
Even your feet are sore.

Determined:
No, I must keep going!
Keep runnin, I can still.
Mind over matter, just keep trying
I can, if I will.

Tired:
Listen to me, you can't go on!
You won't be able to cross the finish line!
You might be able to, if you're still energetic
But as of now, your body's far from fine.

Determined:
Quiet! Leave me alone!
Don't disturb me any further!
I must, I will, I can reach the end
Remember, it's mind over matter!

Tired:
You won't even be in the top ten!
Just look at the number of participants!

Determined:
*Looks at Tired with disappointed eyes
And runs off into the distance*

Inspired by the commercial based on a similiar theme on TV. Hopefully, will in turn inspire Dr William Tan to keep going.
OMG, it's 1 am already. In that case, good ni-I mean good morning, everyone.

You never miss the water 'til the well runs dry

2005-07-29T23:45:00.000-07:00

So...
how have you people been coping without my posts?
Terribly, right?
What do you mean you're doing even better?

Anyway, my long hiatus is attributable to overwhelming masses of homework. After all, they say Homework is an uncountable noun, right?

It seems that Chasing Dreams was not as acclaimed as I hoped it to be. Instead, I have been bombarded by caustic remarks. Fret not, for that was only a slight aberration. So as to not alienate everyone, I dearly hope that the poem on this post would ameliorate the situation.

Most people are caught up in the obviously true DJ-SY thing. Well, I have only one word for them: "Congratulations."

Incredibly, most people seem to have forgotten Jasmine's birthday. It was, what, one month ago? As expected, HS remembered. What more need I say?

The following poem sort of ties in with Jasmine's birthday. I hope HS would not wrongly think that I'm competing with him or something. I empasize that the poem is purely for entertainment purposes, and hopefully, not deemed offensive. Just take it light-heartedly, ok?

J is for joyful, you always have a smile on your face
A is for angelic, you light up each and everybody's days.
S is for serene, well, you can be quiet too
M is for mature, mature yet wonderful.
I is for inspired, you're inspired to improve
N is for nice, your demeanor we all approve.
E is for excellent, with better results than me, to my chagrin
Put them together and what do we get: JASMINE!

Though perhaps exaggerated, I hope it's nice. Also, the first letter of each verse spell out the name "Jasmine". Just remember to omit the last verse, 'cause then it would spell "Jaminep".
By the way, HS, I repeat, I am not competing with you for her. If I was, then I would have wo...never mind.
Good night, folks.

Debate

2005-07-14T23:09:00.000-07:00

"Given that the pros far outweigh the cons, believe the proposition when we say, that RI should be co-ed."
And that was how I ended my speech in the debate. For those of you unaware, well, there have been debates happening in RI recently. Basically, a class is split up into random groups, and the groups would debate against each other. A group consists of four speakers, the first speaker, the second speaker, the third speaker, and, how-did-you-ever-guess, the fourth speaker.
I was the fourth speaker in my team. My topic was that RI should go co-ed. Interestingly, I was on the proposition team, not the opposition. I guess that arrangement is good, since, after all, I believe that RI should go co-never mind.
I don't think I did too badly, even though I was nearly disqualified (The time limit was three minutes and thirty seconds and I spoke for three minutes and twenty-six seconds). Good "four" me, then. What do you mean you don't get the pun? Alright, I'll explain. I had four seconds left.

Anway, in the end, my team won. And I got the highest mark, the same mark as my assistant class monitor, who was on the other team. Yay!
Here's a song:

Chasing Dreams

[verse]
"Day by day, he gazed upon her."
Yet, in his heart, he felt no better.
He chasing after the impossible.
In short, he's chasing after that girl.

[chorus]
Chasing your Dreams, don't slacken, make haste.
Lest all your efforts be nothing but waste.
Your dreams don't wait for you; they don't just sit there
Don't lose your hope, no matter how you fare.
In this bustling world
Your dream may be getting a pearl,
But hey, he wants that girl.

She was involved in that year's cross-country
He signed up too, naturally.
'Cause infatuation, you see, is a powerful force
And it led him to want to be wherever she was.

He was running behind her, his face apple red
Yet the notion of giving up, was not in his head.
He was running behind her, "chasing" her it would seem
And yes, you guessed it, he was chasing his dream.

[chorus]

[bridge]
When they finished, she said "Hey, you're a pretty good runner
Do you erm, wanna train together?"
And so the story ends with him training with her.

[chorus]

Good nite.

Finally Back

2005-07-07T23:32:00.000-07:00

In case you have been wondering why I haven't posted in such a long time, well, it's because my computer was down. So currently I am using a laptop to post. But, alas, the internet connection is less that desirable, hence I still would not post that frequently.

Anyway, it must have been all for you people to live without my poetry, or song-writing. What do you mean you were rejoicing!? Well, I finally unveil the latest song after a rather long hiatus.

Your Portfolio

A long time has passed since our last date
We have not seen much of each other of late
Luckily, I can still recall the two of us going out
But can YOU remember what that date was about?

[chorus]
In your memory's portfolio have you even filed down the experiences that we had?
In your journal have you recorded down all the fun times that we shared?
Live in Today, but remember the Past
'Cause Time passes so quickly; and also so fast
And if you miss those memories, don't despair, instead keep calm
For there are many more happy things that are yet to come

Your smile, your giggle, your every little gesture
Your eyes, your hair, even your sitting posture
I just don't want to forget you, I guess
Will you remember me too? Yes?

[chorus]

You were with me in the past and the present, think so, I do.
Will you be with me in the future too?

Ok, it's kinda late! Sorry for my long absence, once again. With that, Good Night.

Interesting Stuff Happened

2005-06-27T23:15:00.000-07:00

For today's "Oral Communication" lesson, we were taught the PRES plan, which is basically a technique for convincing people that your argument is right.(That's not what the teacher said the technique was for but I have my own inferrences) Anyway, we had to present an argument with that PRES plan in front of the class. Firstly, we were supposed to write down some vital points on some paper. Well, supposed to, anyway, 'cause I couldn't think of any plausible point. And so, I watched my classmates' papers gradually get filled up while mine remained blank. Hmph. And so, who else did the teacher call up, but yours truly? Well, after overcoming the initial trauma, I walked up to the front of my class. I was desperately thinking of something to elaborate on. In the end, I launched into this argument about me liking my "girlfriend" and why she doesn't like me...fiction, in other words. The whole class was smiling and laughing. The expression on the teacher's face was priceless too. Let's just say that when I finished, the teacher commented that I was a budding romance novel writer.
Well, I'll leave the book-writing to another day. Meanwhile, here's a song.

Final Departure

I have treasured you much and loved you so
Yet, it pains me to tell you I have to go
Be strong, my love, perk up, be bold
You know I don't want to see tears on your pillow

[chorus]
For the last time, let me feel your embrace
For one final moment, allow me to see your face
Though I won't be staying here much more
At least, remember that I was here before
When I'm finally gone
Tell me, you won't mourn
Continue with your life; move on.

Money seems worthless now, needless to say, a dime
Everything seems better if it's your last time
So little time, yet so much to do
Remember to tell my parents I love them too.

[chorus]

All good things must come to an end
To all you people, my love I send.

[chorus]

A rather sad song, huh? I feel sad writing it. But hey, it's beautiful! Anyway, the plot is mainly about a guy who is dying. Anyway, it's entirely fiction, so don't get too depressed, ok?
Good night!

All Good Things Must Come To An End

2005-06-26T23:14:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm back, after a days-long hiatus. I was busy, you see, with that "homework" stuff. Anyway, the holidays have come to an end. *sobs* Time really flies when you're having a good time. Tempus Fugit, in Latin. But I don't want to show off, do I?
With that, here's a poem.

Me, Egotistical?

Me, too vain about my looks, you say?
Come on, about my appearance, I don't even care.
How can--hold on, my hair's messed up by the wind,
Would you mean if I took out my comb to comb my hair?

You call me a casanova? Really?
You claim that 10 girls each night I call?
Oh please, that is simply ridiculous,
Each night I call 50 girls, that's all.

A smarty-pants is what you call me.
He's such a show-off, everyone says.
Well, speaking laconically, I find that those diffident
people my actions should not appraise.

A liar, a manipulator, you call me.
You say I'm a glib-tongued guy.
Outrageous! That is what I-oh yes!
In all my previous statements, I lie.
Just in case you don't understand what the poem means, well, basically this guy is s snobbish person. Good night everyone! Happy going back to school!

Misconceptions

2005-06-22T12:25:00.000-07:00

I had intended to post last night, but my computer ran into some problems. Here is what I intended to post last night:

No, I am not advertising my "Misconceptions" poem(Check my previous poems). Instead, the title of this post describes what some of the readers of my blog have.
To clarify things, I am not gay whatsoever. I don't see how some of you people can come to that conclusion. For crying out loud, ME AND DJ? I DON'T HAVE SUCH BAD TASTE!
Just joking, of course. If you like DJ, then you actually have marvellous taste. Ok?
Anyway, here's another short song.

The Power Of Words

Your birthday is coming, so what in the world should I give?
I wonder, what would you actually be glad to receive?
I really haven't a clue, on what sort of present you'll like
If I got you shoes, would you prefer those made by "Adidas" or "Nike"?

[chorus]
If I gave you a clock, would you misinterpret
That I want you to count the time 'til you kick the bucket?
If I gave you clothes, would you wrongly think
That I find your other clothes to really stink?
Whatever the gift
I didn't shoplift
Erm, do you actually "catch my drift"?

I have to give you something that's proper
Something that you'll actually remember.
Where on Earth am I supposed to find
Something that's "proper" and "unforgettable" combined?

[chorus]

Suddenly it struck me, that the best gift, is one that's sincere
Not one bought by money, but one from deep down "here"
And so, I have arrived at this considerable breakthrough;
For your birthday, I'll say "I Love You".

[chorus]

I hope you won't find my gift, to be absurd
Yet, you will be surprised, I give you my word.

[chorus]

Actually, I gave you three words, not one word. Gettit?
By the way, "deep down here" means your heart, not what you were thinking.
Anyway, I have officially booked a badminton court. Those interested please drop DJ an e-mail or something. HS and Zip, you guys naturally should be there. The session is on Friday, 24th June, 2-5pm. See you there!

The Parting Of Ways

2005-06-19T00:30:00.000-07:00

I sense a disturbance in song-writing.
In other words, DJ is leaving on a camp. Well, we'll miss him, won't we?
Anyway, here's a short song inspired by his departure:

Departure

Goodbye, my dearest beloved, goodbye.
If I say I won't miss you, then that'll be a lie.
I am gonna miss you ever so much.
I'll be missing your face, your voice, and your touch.

[chorus]
Without you with me, how can I even survive?
Without you with me, how can I live out my life?
Stay here, don't go, please, on my behalf.
I can't smile without you, not to mention laugh.
So be with me please
You, I'll sorely miss
Could you at least give me a goodbye kiss?

The time without you seems extremely long;
Your absence makes me feel just so wrong.
The boat might be leaving, but you can still swim back to shore,
If you do, I promise that I will love you even more.

[chorus]

If you insist on leaving, I'll wait for you with open arms
Waiting for the day, when to me, you'll finally come.
It's you and only you for whom I truly yearn
So I'll be waiting for your return.
DJ is coming back on wednesday, by the way. Goodnight, people.

I'm Going Down A Path I Can't Follow

2005-06-17T00:03:00.000-07:00

Argh! I need inspiration to write my poetry! Anyway, I played badminton today, and as expected, thrashed everyone when I teamed with DJ. Well, it was a fun session anyway.
So. Let me attempt to write a few short lines of poetry:
"We started out as friends, yes, just friends,
Nothing more, and nothing less.
Yet, interestingly, as time swiftly passed
Our friendship had some huge progress."
Yes, I know it's short. But, i dunno, maybe i'll take a break or something. Like DJ. Ahh...that'll be relaxing. I mean, I've written at least 10 poems/songs already. It's about time I took a break. And some Kit Kat too. Gettit?
Ok, g'ni.......zzzzzzzzzz........

3 Hours Is Not Enough

2005-06-16T23:37:00.000-07:00

Pardon the bad grammar in my title. I'm just saying that 3 hours of badminton is not satisfying enough. And DJ only booked 3 hours for tomorrow! Sad.
Anyway, if you read my posts only for the poetry, then I'm sorry, you can click on one of the links on this blog. 'Cause there won't be any poem or song tonight, ladies and gentlemen. I've got to wake up early tomorrow for some CCA activity and after that, I have to rush from Bishan to Yew Tee in 1 hour. AND eat my lunch between that time frame. Hence, i don't have the time to post those stuff tonight. Ok. Bye. Come back tomorrow, there'll be some poetry or song then.

For those of you still with me, I am sad to announce that, yup, no poetry or whatsoever tonight. Sorry.
Now all that's done, well, there is a badminton session tomorrow. If you don't know, then what in the world has Ding been doing? He's supposed to get people for the thing, for crying out loud. More people turn up, means more people get thrashed. Not very encouraging, huh?
I know it's a little bit weird without the poetry in my post, but, well, I don't have the time. If you're still too traumatised by my announcement, then I recommend the link entitled "Exceptional Song-writing Found Here". Hope that helps.
G'Night.

I'm Still Forgotten hint

2005-06-15T23:19:00.000-07:00

Take a look at your poems or songs. Take a look at the ones you have written. What goes through your mind?
If you write poems or songs about murder, then you're probably thinking: Hmm...I never thought I am such a sadistic person. I must have a real wild imagination. Or maybe I just watched too much CSI.
If you write love poems or songs about love, which I know a lot of the people I know have been doing, then you're probably thinking what I'm thinking, since I have posted quite some stuff on love. Too much "Six Feet Under", perhaps? I mean "Boston Public". No, I mean "Desperate Hou-never mind.
With that, I leave you with a poem, while I go somewhere to grieve or something. Hint hint....

An Olde Tale

Knight A puts on his metal visor
He sports shining iron armour.
He gets ready for this important battle
The battle to win her.

He walks up to his trusty stead
He magnificently mounts his horse.
Deep in his mind, Knight A metally prepares
Just in case he faces a loss.

A hundred metres away
His opponent, Knight A can see.
And who else could the opponent be
But the one known as Knight B?

The sun shines down on the two knights
The spectators eagerly await.
The air is suddenly dead silent
Everyone is in a serious state.

And so, the two knights charge
At each other, with the lances poised.
A shield is broken, and with so, a heart
While it is seen that the other knight rejoiced.

The fallen tastes the the taste of defeat
And nurses his bruised ego.
Knight A rejoices and his loved one flocks to him
Much to the jealously of Knight A's foe.

And so, to express his love
Knight A hands his loved a bouquet.
A ridiculous tale? I don't think so.
'Cause in fact, I am Knight A.
An interesting tale, huh? Rather old....I mean "olde-fashioned". Anyway, I just wanted to clear up some misinterpretations that some people may have of my poem.
Firstly, this poem was never meant to be a sexist one or something, so I apologise if you think it is.
Also, the part about a heart being broken does NOT mean that Knight B's heart really got pierced or something. It means that he was heart-broken, ok?
Yup. That should be it. G'Night. I retreat to being forgotten...hint hint.

We Meet Again

2005-06-13T00:24:00.000-07:00

So I hoped you didn't overdose on your medicine? Just joking.
Currently looking forward to the the next badminton session; 'cause that will mean I get to thrash other people =)
Yup. And with that, ladies and gentlemen I present to you a song.

The Archives Of My Heart

(verse)

Your presence is frequent in my dream

My love for you is just so extreme.

You are like the Oasis of Happiness

Always there to quench my thirst.

(chorus)

You are the air that I need to breathe

You are the eyes that I see with

To the whole world, you might just be a girl

But to me, you are the world.

So stay by my side

Through time and tide

'Cause I promise that it'll be worth the ride.

(verse)

You are pernamently bookmarked in the archives of my heart

In the drama of my life, you play a major part.

I need you with me; you, I will always cherish

May our love for each other, never ever vanish.

(chorus)

(verse)

When will you finally be mine

In March or April; in rain or shine?

Whatever the time, whatever the place

I just want to see your face.

(chorus)

May the sparks of love never die

Please don't go to another guy

(chorus)

I kinda like this particular song. Hope the rest of you like it too. G'Nite.

Similarities

2005-06-12T11:57:00.000-07:00

Another day has just gone by. As if you didn't know that.
Another day wasted, perhaps? That you don't know, I bet.
No, that wasn't today's poem. It's too short, after all.
Here's the daily dosage of poetry again. Remember, one dosage after meals and one before bed. Just joking, of course.

I Can't

I, have been ensnared
By the sticky web of Romance.
Try as I might, I can't seem to break free
From my current circumstance.

I, have sadly been trapped
In the cage of Infatuation.
Endeavour as I am able, I am too paralysed
To escape or take any action.

I have been, to exaggerate, "hunted",
There's a Hunter chasing after Me, the Dove.
I have tried everything to evade your clutches
Yet, with you, I am just too in Love.
Hmmm, this poem seems to resemble Dj's. Well, we all know his is better, so what more shall I say?
Good night.

Nooooooooo......

2005-06-11T00:10:00.000-07:00

My computer hanged! All my poetry and all the words I had typed were erased! *sigh* That is so discouraging. Anyway, I just wanted to end that "anti-climax" poem I wrote yeterday with a proper ending:

Cliffhanger (Continued)

"I like you too." I hear you say.
With that, we lock into an embrace.
And just as our lips neared each other's
I rolled off my bed and landed on my face.

So I ended an anti-climax with.....another anti-climax. Very rewarding, huh?

Anyway, HS claims that I didn't thrash him yesterday in badminton. The reason? We weren't playing in a proper match; we were playing just for fun, so he didn't take it too seriously. Ok, I understand.
Also, I forgot to mention that HS and I attempted to beat DJ in a handicap match. Unsuccessfully, I must say.
With that, here goes yet another poem:

Misconceptions

You see that girl with her back facing us?
The one by the counter?
Yeah, her back view is just so nice that
She's the one I'll be going after.

Just look at her flowing black hair!
Her hair's cascading is just so nice.
I'm starting to think that she's already been chased
By many, many guys.

Marvel at her shapely figure
It's comparable to an hour-glass.
And that's good! Because an hour-glass
Is curvaceous and full of class.

Looky! She's turning around!
I'll get to glance at her countenance!
I'm so joyous that I might even say that I am
As happy as a lark, for instance.

Girls with nice "back view"s usually have pretty faces
And I thought that she was no exception.
Unfortunately, it really hurts me to say that
What I thought was a misconception.
It is a day filled with disappointments, in short. Also, this poem was inspired by what Ding Jie told me while we were dining at Macdonald's. Hmph.
Good night, readers.

A Fatigued Day

2005-06-10T00:16:00.000-07:00

I had a rather nice badminton session today. I beat HS, Zip, and that ever-so-poor Wu Qi. As expected, I lost to Ding Jie, the guy who taught me how to play badminton in the first place. I don't really mind, though. I mean, hey, since he taught me, then he should win me. Sadly, I lost to HS and Zip in a doubles match, mainly because Wu Qi was on my team. I'll leave you to interpret what that means. To encapsulate, I won HS, Zip, Wu Qi, in singles matches yet I lost to Ding. Oh yes, I and Ding also played with some seniors, which we lost to. As expected, since they were from the school team.
Later on, I had to go to CHIJ Secondary (Toa Payoh) for a campfire. It was interesting, no doubt. And a bit "hot". No, I'm not talking about the temperature, but the.......never mind.
And here's a poem, as usual:

Cliffhanger

I was plucking up my courage
Trying to get those few words out.
I know this sounds stupid
But I don't know what I'm so scared about.

I just feel so confused
My heart's tied up in a knot.
Is it better to tell you how I really feel
Hmm...... or should I not?

If I tell you, then frankly speaking,
I would be filled with lots of relief.
But what if when I tell you, instead,
You give me a look of disbelief?

So I decide to go up to you
I say: I like you. Really!
You look me straight in the eye
And say:"Actually......."

That's all. Good night!

A Change

2005-06-08T23:24:00.000-07:00

To those unaware, please take a seat; for you are about to hear unpleasant news. In fact, I am grieving as I......never mind. To cut a long story short, Ding is current;y in some place having a wonderful time while I am typing this. And that, is seriously suc..., saddening I mean.
So, well, to those unaware, it is Ding's, erm, crush's (I hope I'm not offending anyone here) birthday soon. Many Happy Returns, in that case. Anyway, so Ding has kindly suggested that I post something relevant to what I had mentioned earlier. Well, I don't mind. Unfortunately, Ding's , erm, crush (I earnestly hope I'm not offending anyone here) doesn't really read this blog. That's kind of demoralizing :(
Here goes, anyway:

Happy Birthday, Karyn

The world has become a terrible place
Ever since your birthday.
Yet, if you weren't born, then this horrible world
Would be even worse than it is today.

Though you age a year today,
Your youth is still mint green.
Apparently age has not caught up with you
You're still the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

Ding Jie naturally finds you more unique
Than some orange mushroom, I guess.
And he'll be like some knight in shining armour
Ready to save his damsel-in-distress.

I know this poem ain't exactly the best birthday present
So I hope you won't be too upset.
Yet, I hope this will be a memorable present
One which you won't easily forget.

Though I don't know what you've been doing,
How you are, or where you've been.
I just want to say this few words to you
"Happy Birthday", Ding's beloved Karyn.

Please note: This poem has been written on the behalf of Ding Jie, so please treat all the "I"s in the poem as DJ, not me. And also, this poem might not be entirely true, you get what I mean? And also, should this poem be offensive to *anyone*, I apologise.
Also, I think Dj has his own present or something, no doubt better than my poem I know, so, erm, Karyn, don't get disappointed or something.
That's all. Good night, people. Happy birthday, Karyn.
Oh yes, I am pronouncing "Karyn" as "Kareen". I'm not sure if that is right, so forgive me should I be wrong.

An Important Message

2005-06-07T23:35:00.000-07:00

I think I speak for all those people who post poetry/songs on their blogs when I say that our respective works are all ours, respectively, and that we would not like other people to take credit for our work. Which means that I have put effort in my works, and I wouldn't like other people to take credit for what I've written. I mean, it's not nice when people take credit for what you've worked hard on, after all. But then, I trust the readers of this blog not to copy other people's stuff. Hopefully, I'm right.
Now that all the "legal stuff" is done, here's a poem, which I have written under the inspiration of Ding Jie :

On The Radio

I can see white clouds floating in the sky,
I can see good shows on TV,
I can see birds chirping merrily on a tree,
Yet You, I never get to see.

I can hear good songs on the radio,
I can hear, when school ends, children rejoice.
I can hear the sweet crooning of a nightingale,
Yet, I never get to hear your voice.

I can see the cascading of a waterfall
I can hear, curious children asking "Why?"
I might never get to see or hear from you,
But I can still love you, can't I?
Hope that was good. It might not be that good, but I can hope, can't I? Just joking. Good Night, folks.

A Slightly Better Mood

2005-06-06T00:45:00.000-07:00

I'm in a slightly better mood today. And, yes, that's supposed to be good.
It seems certain people, or rather, a certain person, still thinks that my poems are , well, songs. It's okay though. After all, he's entitled to his RIDICULOUS opinions. I'm fine with that.

Anyway, I'm experimenting with a new style of poetry; a more, umm, imaginative type which requires a deeper level of comprehension. In other words, Ding Jie's style. Well, he's given me some inspiration over the telephone, so well, I'll try my hand. By the way, this is a song (I know Nic is probably jumping around in a state of euphoria), unlike my previous poems. Here goes:

Auditoning To Be The Singapore Idol

[verse]

Step out from the darkness, come on,

Step into the limelight.

Show the judges what you are capable of,

Show the judges all your might.

[verse]

Don't worry about anything at all,

Just show the judges all you've got.

Don't think of the humiliation you might suffer,

Just give it your very best shot.

[chorus]

So step out from your little snail shell

Show your potential, you might as well.

Just believe that you're up for the test

And just give it your ultimate best

As for everything else, who cares?

[verse]

You have got nothing to lose

So why not even just try?

Even if you don't suceed

Well, there is no need to cry.

[verse]

And try to look good in front of the judges,

Apply make-up, comb your hair, put on some hair gel.

However, if all else really fails,

You can always retreat back to your little snail shell...

As each and every of our fates unfold,

Will YOU be the Singapore Idol?

[chorus]

So the question is: will you even like my song? Anyway, sorry for posting this rather late; I know that most of you would have thought I didn't post today. Well, I did post today; just rather lately. I apologise.

sigh

2005-06-05T23:35:00.000-07:00

I'm just feeling depressed after hearing some saddening news. Nothing to worry about though. Anyway...........*sigh*........ Anyway.....*sigh*........*Ahem* ANYWAY, I just realised that some of my ex-classmates have changed. Really.
I mean, one of my ex-classmates posts weird stories on his blog. I won't mention who though. Yes, I know I'm a spoilsport.
So, about the song/poetry debate. Well, I've decided. What I've written are POEMS not SONGS. I don't see why they are songs in the first place. If you are suspended in disbelief, there is something known as a "dictionary" you know. And you can check the definition of "poetry" and "song" with that amazing book, just in case you thought that the book was a frisbee or something. Believe me, it's not a frisbee. I've tried. Waitaminnit, I shouldn't have said that.
Anyway, here's a poem:

Love You The Most

Is the guy who loves you the most
The guy who calls you every night?
Is the guy who loves you the most
He who saves you from every plight?

Is the guy who loves you the most
The guy who tries to impress you a lot?
Is the guy who loves you the most
The guy who thinks that you are hot?

Is the guy who loves you the most
Attached to you like a flower to a bee?
In fact, the guy who loves you the most
Is none other than me.
I'm depressed, so sorry for the lack of jokes. Goodnight, folks. I hope to be in a better mood tomorrow.

Taking Fire

2005-06-04T00:02:00.000-07:00

"HQ, HQ, come in. We are under fire! Requesting backup!"

*Ahem* Apparently, if you've read a comment by someone on my previous post, it would seem that I have not been "dishing out decent poetry". And why? 'Cause they're supposedly not even poetry that's why. They are supposedly songs.

Hmm. I'm not sure. My very belief has been shattered. Songs. Not poetry. Hmmm. Waitaminnit. What is a song, but poetry with a tune? Hold on. A song called a song, because it is poetry AND a tune. In that case............never mind. I'll leave that, erm, "critical" issue to tomorrow. For now, another poem. I mean, another poem/song.

Don't Forget

Since the last time we met, it has been really long.
Three extremely long years, in fact.
And though we've earnestly endeavored
With each other, we have lost contact.

Yet, I still treasure our memories
Our times together; each and every event.
Your face is etched well deep in my mind
And so is the times with each other we spent.

So, I hope that you'll try not to forget
Our times together; they were just so fine!
And I hope that I'll be remembered in your heart
'Cause you'll be remembered in mine.

Hope that poem/song was ok. G'Nite, people.

Unsatisfied

2005-06-03T00:10:00.000-07:00

*sigh* Today's badminton session wasn't really interesting. First, we were unable to get anyone to join us play badminton. Furthermore, a couple of "school team" players thrashed us, surprisingly. And Ding Jie was really traumatised by our lost! Hmph.
Some of the people I know have recently started to post songs or poems on their blogs. That's good, I guess. Well, I'll just have to pull up my socks and continue dish out decent poetry. Or at least, I'll try to.

You Think

You think that I have forgotten
The times when you were happy or sad.
You think that I can't remember
All the joyous times that we had.

You think that I can't recall
All the memories that we shared.
You think that I am uncaring;
That about you I have never cared.

Actually, I do think about you
I have thought about you for so long!
So don't worry; listen to me when I say:
"Girl, you have thought wrong."

Well, that's all. I'm kinda tired, and I apologize for this late post. 'Til tomorrow!

The Return Of Me

2005-06-02T19:40:00.000-07:00

Dagnabit! While I was working on a post, my computer re-booted automatically. No!!!!! I spent so much time on that post! *sigh* I've fogotten what I had typed just now; I'll just have to improvise. On the other hand, I am really fatigued after sleeping at 4am and waking up at 7.30am. In other words, the camp was tiring. So.......zzzzz.........zz......huh, what? Oops! Guess I dozed off. Well, I have to keep my fingers crossed anyway in the fear of my computer restarting. askjhxcjzlkxcn. My, it is hard to type with your fingers crossed. Hmph. Anyway, here's a poem whose title was inspired by a poem's title on someone else's blog. Was that previous statement incomprehensible? Just read DJ's blog and you'll understand.
Once again, I must empathsize that it's good to be back.

Forever Friends

If you ever need a helping hand
Don't worry, 'cause I'll extend one.
If you ever need help with an assignment
I'll help you to get it done.

If you wanna hang out with me
Why, we can hang out everyday.
If you need help with any of your endeavours,
I'll help you without delay.

If you need someone to call every night,
For the sake of crapping about crap.
Fret not, 'cause I will be attentive
I won't be dozing off or taking a nap.

If you ever need to tranverse oceans,
I'll help, yes, I'm saying for real.
If you even need to climb Mount Everest,
On your ascent, assist you I will.

If you need to write a love poem to someone
I'll help; just tell me I've got until when.
If you want to know why I'm doing all this
It's because we're forever friends.
Inspired by a poem that Dj posted on his blog. (I've linked his blog) Anyway, it's good to be back after the camp. By the way, there's a badminton session tomorrow. If interested, please contact DJ.

This Is Not Goodbye

2005-05-27T11:32:00.000-07:00

It has been another typical day. Well, I'll get straight to the point. No more dazzling, no more distracting, no more................you get the idea. So, I'm going on a camp, which means that I have a few hundred push-ups to do. And that's if I'm lucky.
So, here is a poem, or rather, a poem with a tune. But that makes the poem a song, doesn't it? Hmm..........
The tune is "The Things I'll Never Say" By Avril Lavigne (Hope I got the title rite!)

So Long As

Verse 1: I was walking on the street
When I saw this pretty lass
I didn't know her name
So I tried to guess

Verse 2: So I went up to her face
Her name I tried to obtain
She smiled sweetly at me
And her name I did gain

Verse 3: Feeling elated
'Cause I met this new girl
To me, she means the whole world
The whole world,
Yeah.

Chorus: We'll go wherever you wanna go,
Though the cab fare's high, I won't say no.
So long as throughout the ride,
You're sitting by my side.
We'll do the things you've always dreamed of,
Bungee jumping, etc, perhaps golf.
See all the sights you wanna see,
So long as you're with me.
So long as you're with me.

Verse 4: So, we continue to hang out.
And days and months pass by.
Will the time ever come?
The time to say goodbye.

Verse 5: What will happen to us?
Will it be a fairy tale?
Will we continue to be friends?
Or will our friendship fail?

Repeat Verse 3

Repeat Chorus

Bridge: How will this tale end?
Will we still be the best of friends?

Repeat Verse 3

Repeat Chorus

Remember, this is not goodbye. This is just see you five days later.

Surprised

2005-05-26T18:45:00.000-07:00

I apologise for the lack of postings during the past few days. I was really tied up. In fact, I'm still trying to untie the rope. Gettit?........never mind. Anyway, it seems that my past few posts have no comments at all! I am in a state of shock. How can that be possible?! I mean, the poems I wrote aren't THAT bad right? *sigh*
Whatever. Here's yet another poem I wrote............hold on. Just wanted you non-existent readers to know that those poems were written by me, ok? So, anyway:

I Would

"I would travel to the depths of the cosmos for you,
Just to see you smile.
To see that very beautiful smile on your face,
I would go the extra mile.

I would swim the widest ocean for you,
Just to gaze at your pretty face.
To see you laugh that sweet melodious laugh,
I would fight a lion with one shoelace.

I would venture into the deadliest of places,
Just 'cause you're as sparkling, and fresh, as Dew.
To be by your side, to show my affections,
Honey, I'll do anything for you.

Rushed

2005-05-25T22:43:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm really rushed. Sorry! :)

Sorry For Not Being There

"For the times when you shouted for me, needed me so,
I'm sorry I didn't answer your call.
For the times when you tripped on your journey through Life,
I'm sorry I didn't break your fall.

For the times when you needed someone to share your troubles with,
I'm sorry, 'cause at your side, I wasn't present.
For the times when you wanted to take our friendship to the next level,
I'm sorry I was so hesitant.

For the times, when you just wanted me sitting by your side,
I'm sorry; at that time, I didn't care.
For I love you and forever will,
One day, trust me, I'll be there."

Hope you people liked it.

Heart-Break

2005-05-23T22:57:00.000-07:00

Badminton was tiring today. And I and DJ even lost once. Once!!! My heart shatters once again.
Pity I only played for 2 hours though :(
Anyway, I'm kinda busy, so here's a short poem:

Believe Me

"If someone says that you are pretty,
Then that person is a liar.
'Cause you are the most beautiful person in the world,
And it's you whom I really admire.

If someone says that you are charming,
Then what that person had said is false.
Cause your charm is boundless, believe me,
After all, with me, is the Force.

If someone has been lying to you,
Then please, tell him to cease.
As for me, you don't have to worry,
Cause I'll be true, I promise."

This shows that lovers always sweet talk one another. Enough said.

Heart-warming

2005-05-22T20:50:00.000-07:00

If you have been observant, then you might notice some changes. The changes being that my previous posts have all been altered slightly. I have changed those hurtful statements about HS, because, well, HS does mind. Sorry Hanny! (Honey) Those comments were made on no basis and are said in jest. I am really sorry. I wanted to write a poem on HS being not all that bad, but I'm too excited about the badminton tomorrow. It's a lame excuse, I know. Anyway, those interested PLEASE inform ding jie NOW. Or you might just regret it. And why would you regret it? Well, there are "hunks" there? And then there's the odd "pretty girl". I'll leave it to you to guess who the female is.
Not much of a punchline here. Just saying that all my apologies are made under no influence, except for the knife at my throat. Don't worry, cause if you find this post unsatistfactory, I am posting later tonite. Hope that helps.

Out Of This Galaxy

2005-05-21T00:20:00.000-07:00

Whoo! Today i went to watch Star Wars! The sound was heavenly, the acting incomparable, and the movie was "out of this galaxy"(Get it?)! So anyway, the movie was fantastic. But that also means that I won't be catching it with Ding :( So just leave me alone while I cry my heart out......just joking of course! Yes, it is sad not watching it with Ding Jie, but crying!? I should be jumping off........never mind. So just leaving you people with a poem i wrote myself.

It Ain't That Hard

"Your dreams always seem so far away,
It seems like you'll never reach it.
Yet, remember that Rome wasn't built in a day
In fact, it was built bit by bit.

"I'll never reach my dreams," you say.
"My dreams are unaccomplishable."
"How can I ever reach my dreams?" you say.
"My dreams take too much trouble."

No dream has ever been achieved
Without set-backs, without taking a fall.
So, just believe, and soon you'll find
It ain't so hard after all."
Rome wasn't built in a day; it was built at night. Good Nite, Folks.

Apologies Abound!

2005-05-20T00:01:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to address some copyright stuff. Okay, the poems that I wrote, are the ones about blogging, and the one titled "I Will Be There To Catch You". (I invented the title) The other friendship poem, was NOT written by me. I never claimed to have written that. In fact, it was under the "quotes" section, and that meant that I am not taking credit for the quote. Anyway, hope you hopefully-existent fans found it nice. And I apologise for the lousy HTML and stuff, but my computer studies lessons do not involve a single but of this. Unlike an encouraging mad guy whose school actually teaches.......never mind. I'll try to make up for it though.

Apologies aside, I'm currently looking forward to the badminton with DJTan. I can gurantee that it's gonna be fun. Interested people, please go to DJ's blog and inform him. And also, if I know you, yet I haven't linked you, then i apologise. I'm not being mean or anything, it's just that I haven't got the time. I assure that one day, in a galaxy far, far.......umm, one day you would probably get linked. Maybe a little remindin would help ;)

"Violence is often used to make up for lack of charm and wit."
To those who don't know HS, now you know why he's so un-violent. To those who know HS, you must have known a long, long time ago.

Please Note: HS actually ain't that bad. I mean, he's not the best person in the world, but he's DEFINITELY not the worst. He's second best......neva mind. Once again, no offence, HS!

I Will Be There To Catch You

2005-05-19T19:45:00.000-07:00

That's the title for the long poem I posted...what's that? You don't care? Oh, shucks. You hear something breaking. No? *Piang* Ok, now you hear it? Oh, that's just the sound of my heart breaking. Anyway, I suppose you want to jeer at my results, rite? Alrite, here goes:

Higher Chinese: 69 ( Top 10 in my class)
Mathematics: 66 (Bottom 10 in my class)
Science: 76
Geography: 83 (Top 10 in my class)
History: 74
English and Literature: 85 (Top in my class)

Has the jeering ended? Wait. I think it's cheering! Woo! I love you too, all you non-existent fans!
Whatever. Anyway, here's a lame joke.
"What did the insurance agent say to Adam and Eve?
"I can see that you're not covered.""
The blind man might say that he can see, but he might be lying.
The deaf man might say that he can hear, but he might be lying.
HS might say that he is clever, but he is DEFINITELY lying.
Cause he might just be better than clever. Emphasis on "might".

Address

2005-05-17T19:31:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to address some very encouraging remarks from some mad guy (See Comments) . Well, now I know why you are "some mad guy" and not "some charming guy". Just joking, of course. But anyway, a short poem to address my feelings:
"Blogging isn't about looking at other people's blogs
And saying: "Your blog is inferior to mine!"
Cause if that's what you do, then apparently,
You're drunk; you've drank too much wine."
Sorry, no punchline.

A Major Breakthrough

2005-05-16T00:01:00.000-07:00

Whoa! Visitors?! Why in the world are they wasting their time looking at my blog? *Ahem* But actually, it ain't that bad, it's very bad......anyway, it's kinda late, so.......well, i'll leave the good stuff for tomorrow. I need to undergo shock therapy anyway...... just joking of course!
"Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot
So tell me now and tell me true,
So I can say, I am here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the ones I won't forget..
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven
and wait for you."
When you feel sad, i won't feel sad with you;
I'll be trying to make you feel better.
When you cry, I won't cry with you;
I'll be getting the tissue paper.
When you fall, I won't be there to catch you;
I'll be cursing the guy who pushed you down.
When you wanna go around the world, and I have no money;
Well, i'll just take you to town.
You see, Friendship does make the world go round;
Friendship IS about being with each other.
So, treasure your precious, precious friends
And of course, stay friends forever.
Written by Me
P.S The poem in the tiny font is written by me; the other is just part of the "quotes" section.

2005-05-14T23:54:00.000-07:00

Well, what can I say. Iwas selected, but pulled out at the eleventh hour. *sigh* And a twit from Buckley House (Green) got selected! And HS too! Well, that clearly shows how mediocre HS's house is. HS's house is bad probably cause he's not in it. Wait. I mean definitely. Whatever. You know what? I am starting to regret insulting HS. No, really. I mean, in my quiz, one of the options was that HS sang a simply beautiful song. But HS can't sing beautiful songs. Come on, he can't even sing a song beautifully. He can sing bass pretty well, so he ain't that untalented. Thus, I lied. On HS's blog, I commented that he looked "handome" in his photograph. Well, there are two things wrong in that:
1) HS can't look "handome" because that is not a word and it was a spelling error. Forgive me. Even geniuses make mistakes. Naturally, i made one too.
2) An ugly person can't look handsome. And anyway, a medium-looking person can't look ugly.
Thus, I lied. Ladies and Gentlemen, I lied.
Wayne Tan, convicted for the crime of treason, as proven by him complimenting HS too much. The jury believes that HS is might just be a good singer and thus the judge sentences the accused .......wait a second, who is the accused again? Wayne? The GENIUS?!?! Alright, let him go.
Whatever. What can I say, talent tranverses boundaries. In other words, I'm good.

P.S I am just kidding about the being good stuff, so dont take it for real. But then again......neva mind, i'll shut up. And HS, don't take it to heart, OK?

"Without vision, you are blind.
Without hearing, you are deaf.
Without a doubt, you are who you are."
Without a low center of gravity, you are HS. In other words, HS is kinda tall. Good Nite, folks.

Depressing

2005-05-11T09:06:00.000-07:00

What in the world are you doing here, looking at this mediocre blog?!?! There are simply loads of better blogs out there, like some self-proclaimed "very good" ones from who else but our very own friend who keeps thinking it's halloween. Go! Go!
Okay, now, as for those still with me, well, have fun reading this not really very good blog. I am really fatigued after that 5-hour badminton-athon. What's more, I have to play tommorow for some "selection" thingie. I really hope I get chosen, cause that would mean I get to represent my house in Badminton in the next "House Carnival". i.e, a inter-house competition. Wish me luck!
" Reach For The Sky. If You Fall, You May Still Land On A Star."
Reach for the Sky, if you fall, you might just land on your face.

Saddening

2005-05-10T20:40:00.000-07:00

I feel rather down and out today, thanks to some very, very encouraging remarks from Han Sheng, especially with the vulgarities he threw at me as he was about to leave the MRT train. It had something to do with me inhaling something, i.e, sucking. Wow. That really made my day.
Whatever.
"Teach Your Grandmother to Suck Eggs."
Teach HS To Suck.
Note to HS: I will not change this cause you did tell me to "inhale".
The above two quotes have the same meaning, that is to teach someone something who already knows it much better than u. Anyway, try the quiz below.

2005-05-10T19:25:00.000-07:00

You Are A Fun Friend

You're the one who keeps your group laughing
And you've always got an idea for something fun to do
The party's not complete without you
And you wouldn't miss it for the world

What Kind of Friend Are You?

A quick Post

2005-05-08T09:00:00.000-07:00

It's pretty late, and i gotta go soon to bed, and no, it's not what you think. I apologise for the bad grammar and lack of the usual wit, charm and intelligence 'cause i'm in a hurry.
A very quick and short quote:
Listen, and one day you might be heard.
Well, what more shall I say, I mean, I want to get heard you know; so I shall start listening. Good Nite!

Just Another Stressful Day

2005-05-07T01:07:00.000-07:00

It's officially the end of my Common Tests. I don't think I did too badly for most of them. But I'm not so certain about HIgher Chinese and Maths though. It's just so unbelievable; Last year, I thought My Higher Chinese wasn't too shabby. I even got a distinction for my PSLE Higher Chinese for crying out loud! And well......Maths wasn't my cup of tea but least I had a respectable mark. But, times change, and marks change too. Get it? ......*sigh* Never mind. As I was saying, now my Higher Chinese is barely passing. And Mathemat...I'm so bad at it I'm not even sure if it's spelt "Mathematics" or "Mathemathics". And yes, I know there is something called a spellcheck, but I was just making a point, thank you very much. To end the day, here's a quote:
I once dreamt I ate a humongous marsmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.
Well, the person must have had some stomach trouble later on, if you get what I mean. Anyway, please try my quiz, if you know me. I probably didn't send it to you because I didn't have your e-mail address. Sorry! But if you don't know me, then there's no point cause you'll fail the quiz and won't find the quiz funny anyway. I am assuming that those who know me find the quiz funny.

2005-05-03T23:10:00.000-07:00

Okay, so today i had a simply horrible higher chinese test. The questions are out of this world! Oh well, now it's time for more revision for that Science test tommorow then...enzymes, substrate etc.
By the way, here's a quote:
Life is just like a mirror. If your frown at it, it frowns back at you. If you smile at it, it smiles back at you.
I don't think it's the same for ..umm.. never mind. 'Til then!

[ Frosted Foliage ]

Rgs Girls' Brigade Cantata

Elections

Inter-class soccer

Ngee Ann Campfire

First First Aid Session

Malaysian First Day

RI 01 Campfire

Jobweek

The Storm After the Calm

Scouts

Basking in her visit

Under One Umbrella

Gift-Shopping

A Week In A Post

Interesting Ngarments

Cold Jokes

Intellectual Chatter

Whispered Tears (New Blogskin)

Dampened Spirits

After Hike

Pre-Hike

Short Post

Fundamental Stuff

Pre-Doom

Alive and kicking

A Play-ful Day

Memory

F1nally a post

Happy Teacher's Day

Asd

Finally, a post!

Announcement

National Day

Long Break Ahead...

Different Places, Different Things Happening

You never miss the water 'til the well runs dry

Debate

Finally Back

Interesting Stuff Happened

All Good Things Must Come To An End

Misconceptions

The Parting Of Ways

I'm Going Down A Path I Can't Follow

3 Hours Is Not Enough

I'm Still Forgotten *hint*

We Meet Again

Similarities

Nooooooooo......

A Fatigued Day

A Change

An Important Message

A Slightly Better Mood

*sigh*

Taking Fire

Unsatisfied

The Return Of Me

This Is Not Goodbye

Surprised

Rushed

Heart-Break

Heart-warming

Out Of This Galaxy

Apologies Abound!

I Will Be There To Catch You

Address

A Major Breakthrough

Depressing

Saddening

A quick Post

Just Another Stressful Day

I'm Still Forgotten hint

sigh