The Dawn and Recap

It's Monday again but the blues ain't back this morning. To be frank, I haven't been feeling this great in a dawn since years ago. The reason behind it? I slept at 3am last night.

Don't laugh.

It's been long since I could sleep at 3am, ya know? The rest of nights, my eyes are just all-wide until sunrise. In another word, I'm suffering from serious insomia.

Let's recap what's been cooking since last Friday. On Friday, I met up with me class and had a rehersal for the upcoming play. Then, with the Scripters, went to Holland Village's Party World to get some props and stage make-ups. Did some hushies-hushies(hushing it for now) at Jun Kang's house. Boy, that guy was an ass.

I was told by him that his house was just a stone's throw away from Holland V and all we need is just a little walk to get there. Yet, when we went there on Friday, I found out that that stone was actually thrown by a professional Olympian Shot Put Gold Medalist; it was friggin' far from Holland V. Darn far I tell ya.

Moral of the story: Jun Kang's defination of a distance's far and near varies greatly from ours.

After doing the hushies-hushies with the Scripters, went off with Anthony Leo Fernandes(cool name) to meet-up with the old mates. And before we did, we sat on the ground of a random location.

Ant: See, I've already prepared myself for such occasion.
Me: What occasion?
Ant: Go out with you, comfirm must sit on the floor.
Me: Got meh?
Ant: Then you tell me lah, when was the time that we went out and didn't sit on the floor?
Me: Ehmm...

Then, met up with Ching Fang, Cowen and Hong Kai at Orchard and proceeded to Cineleisure. Ate at that Japanese Restaurant and I never will fail to meet an acquaintance or two while at that place. First, Wencui. Second, Wei Jie. Third, Paul Twohill. o.O



After dining, we did the usual stuffs we did, like stoning, crapping and stoning. Then, we shifted the activities at the front door of Cineleisure, blocking a hell load of people who's rushing and on their way into the buidling. Thus, we again, relocated to the nearby Kopitiam and took up the seats without ordering any food.



Being with my old mates sure makes me forget about the world and assume that we're the only living being in this planet.

Why am I glazing into your glassy eyes all so recently?

Knock This Down And Off You Go

Today, I took the last test in this semester. All's unwell, but heck. It's all done and through with no redos. Just gonna wait for the reviews.

Then, went to Holland Village with Anna, Chloe, Eugene, Jun Kang and Yuan Shan. Boy, it does bring back the flashbacks, making me recall the good o'days with lots of laughters and fun. The trail I went with my new mates today, went on exactly as it did 2 years ago between us, the old boys and girls. First, pet shops then, Subway and last, Holland Village Shopping Centre.


The renowned Windmill of the Holland V.

Though I do not reveal, but I'm the most concerned about how are you doing today.

Anyways, down came this test and up comes the script. Just gonna pull through and get done with it.

It makes me wonder again, about this so-called "pride of the male species".

If they dare do it,
They'd dare buy it.
But why do they fear
The very thing they desire?

But hey and again,
It was this fear that caused me to fleer,
Nearer to the cash that I've always dreamt near.

So boys do go on,
Do veer all your spears.

Gosh, I think I've been reading too much 金瓶梅(The Golden Lotus) to the extent that I'm starting to write dirty...

Deadlines are piling up...

Gosh, I've a hell load of pictures and stuffs to blog about. There's my recent addiction to online shopping, meet-up with the old boys, lag time movie reviews and all other else stuffs for me to update.

What I don't have, is the time to!

So, dudettes and dudes, please be patient with my turtled-speed updates due to my hectic schedule. Deadlines are literally, piling up on me, paralyzing my blogging movement and it surely don't feel good.

At the mean time, go listen to some Michael Bublé(this is my favourite) or surf some websites for really bored people.

Ghostly Encounter @ The Lift

Amitābha, I've had an encounter today, the spiritual ones. And I ain't talking about those spiritual encounters with Virgin Mary on a toast.























I'd be glad if that were to really happen. It'd at least fetch me a SGD5000. But what happened today, ain't gonna worth my celebration.

How it all started:

4pm, lesson dismissal. Classroom situated at the third storey of the block. Chloe and I left before everyone else did(we're always the first to arrive, the first to leave). Then, we headed to the nearest lift situated within this block and took it.

The horror:

Chloe hit the lift button and the door closed while we were happily chatting about random stuffs. Nothing seemed wrong. Not until I've noticed that it's been taking us almost forever to reach the ground floor. Usually, it takes mere 10-15 seconds to get to level 1 from level 3 and that 15 seconds had already passed as we spoke.

Then, I spotted on the screen that we were still at level 3. Chloe noticed that too after I've pointed it out to her. She started hitting on the level 1 button continuously. The lift resumed moving again.

All of a sudden, it stopped with a violent jerk. And the problem is, the lift stopped right at level 2 when it wasn't supposed to! When I say it wasn't supposed to, I don't mean that it stopped at that storey when we didn't hit the number 2 button. The lift wasn't programmed to take at level 2 at all!

After that violent jerk, it remained stationery for a few seconds before it brought us back to level 3 again. Chloe then, dragged me along and walked very swiftly back to the classroom where we had just left.

Guess what? I used to love to joke about re-enacting that particular spine chilling scene from "The Eye(《见鬼》)". The one with the lead actress spotting Grandpy in a lift?

And it turned out that Grandpy wasn't human.



Gosh, it came true to us to a certain extent. Creepy.

As to why would I say that this is a ghost encounter would be, because... Let's say I have my ways with things. The only event which I'm glad to have not happend was that the door of the lift didn't open when it stopped at level 2. If it did, I'm so not wondering and looking forward to know who we shall meet at that level.

Ju-on Boy?



Leatherface?


















Patrick?














Woosh. The third one is true horror.

Crude Humour

Gosh, my sense of humour is getting cruder each day. And the target victims are getting more random too.

Today it's him:































Picture has been censored to protect the identity of the victim.

I don't know if I'm going too far. If I am, tell me directly will you? And if I did, I'm really sorry... really.

But hey, I'm still hurt ya? Entertain me by letting me entertain others, will you?

Summary of the week

I realized I have been blogging almost everday these days. Nevermind, let's recap, what had happened this week:

There was this 2* year old Chloe that is always being poked fun by some two dudes from my class. And the issue? It's the women's secret.

That was also a Far Mount who "...look like the innocent flower,
but be(is) the serpent under't(William Shakespeare, 1603, p.1.5.75)..."

Then, this teacher who is driving me crazy with citations.

An Eugene Tan Jen Hao who is trying to pick up various language, all at the same time by learning from his bloody irritating language-teaching software, while we are doing projects thus, never failing to drive the hell outta me.

Some other various miscellaneous acts which fed me up.

One heart broken dude whom manage to fall in love within one short week. Then, fall out of love within the following week.

This Kenneth who made me swear to not turn up for any future dates with him.

One such Andy whom made me drink orange juice till I puked. Good game though. Thanks for being there.

The poor patient who lost control...

A Doreen Low whom we poked fun at due to her scandalous relationship with Eugene... and introduing me to Peng Yu Yan(not literally)!

The very frequent random shock of encountering random pestiferous ex-classmates in random locations.

Feat of dealing with newly-discovered insights on myself.

Assignments and deadlines which could be stacked up to a mountain.

Most hated event of all - the examinations which is piling up on my piggy. =(

Things have their ways...

Just an hour or so ago, two person who shouldn't be sorry, confessed that they were sorry. I'm sorry to hear that they are sorry.

Good grief. Though the anger hasn't been fully appeased, yet the involvement in such heart-warming frankness is enough is bring me joy. I'm glad that candid people are still alive these days. I thought they were all dead.

It's a great gift from [insert your respective God's name(if you are atheist or free thinker, replace it with "myself")] that anybody could be candid to you. Our world had been infested with too much hypocrisy that genuine confessions could be harder to get than white truffles.



White truffles. A delicay which one could spend almost a lifetime searching for. Extremely rare.

Oh wait, what the heck. Another dude coming for apology. Ho. I'm at peace. Okay, I ain't gonna blog anymore. Don't wanna risk the exposure of my private life to blogging. All I can say is: I'm glad almost everybody's at peace, frank and forgiving.

Moral of the story: Honesty is the best policy(cheesy, but true).

School Starts Again

!@#$%^&*

Here and today, school started again. I'm feeling as depressed as ever. Though I don't seem to appear to be in school, but I'm certainly affected by it. I'm even going to the length of putting up a false front to entertain myself.

Great job.

Nuff of the rantings, I think I will move on to... more rantings.

Remember my previous rants on the project we had to complete during the Holidays? Yeah, that one. It was a newsletter.

Initially, we were required to do four pages. Instead, what done was a forty pages article which sums up to a monthly magazine. Dearly as it could be, we were indeed, as expected, been given a warning by our Ma'am to get rid of the lengthy length and follow the instructions as instructed.

Yes, we were careless on our part to have not read the instructions. Yet, flexibility could be exercised in such situations and allow us to submit our hardwork. But as you can see, I live in a nation where such enthusiasm wasn't appreciated. Everbody is expected to just follow the law.

Talking about fostering creativity within students.

Screw the grimness and the system, literally.

A Temporary Relief

For the past few days, breathing was a rather arduous task to me. It seemed to exhaust me out, making each huff and puff heavier than before. At times, my heart skipped a few beats and there after, its paced quickened and louden.

No, it isn't Cupid's Arrow which had struck me, again. Rather, I have been suffering from anxiety which came along during the course of my project work. It's lame, I know. That ain't the first time in my life which I'm doing project work. I just didn't want to, and the sheer fact of it being impossible to not do it made me felt worse.



Everbody sianing while working on the project.

Until yesterday, that stress didn't catch up with me. We had finally completed this assignment.



Eugene couldn't believe we completed the project.

Good grief, all is finally done. Happily being happy about what's done, I eventually siammed of to meet up with someone(s) to rave along the streets of Orchard while doing some constructive activities which I'm told to not blog about.

Until something hit me hard on the head:

When tomorrow passes, it's the new school term.

Fcuk.

No wonder they say happiness is short-lived.

Pursuit of Passion

I've been thinking for long enough, ever since Day 1 of school.

The situation's like this. I am now in a course which has got tremendous potential after graduation. The course's cool, it ain't something which anybody could get in even if they want to. They have got to have the criteria and the passion to begin with. I have the qualifcations, and the interest. I think so far, I sailing smoothly in this course. Not much of a problem, just some that non-academic genius would meet. Nothing much, doing great.

But, I know it for all too well, for that wasn't what I would truly love to be involved with.

They were talking about ambition during one of the lessons awhile ago. During and after that discussion, my heart did ached. I lied. I told a very big lie in class. When it was my turn to talk about my ambition, I lied. I told them something which wasn't true, somewhere where I didn't belong to, someone who I didn't really wished to become.

" My ambition was reflected by the choice I've made, that is to come into this course. And eventually, I would graduate with this certificate to pursue further studies in the related filed. After so, I would eventually engage myself into something relevant to my qualification."

It was all a lie. No, this hasn't been what I truly hoped for. It ached my heart so much to say this aloud to others. The only reason I had decided to be in this course is that I can't make it to my only desired choice. The suckiest of all, there is only a place offering my desired course. Thought there are related course availabe, they wasn't what I ultimately wanted.

Prehaps, you could even say that I landed into my current course due to my rashness. At that point of the time, I was so devastated that I didn't know where to go. It was just that tiny spark of interest which led me into this direction.

On Day 1 of school, I'm stll baffled by all.

Day 3 came after Day 2 went. Day by day it went away, and I have acquainted quite a few classmates to know some trivias about their history. And it seems to me that there are quite a few of them who had previously faced the same dilemma as I am facing now.

X'tina: She belonged to another course in the same school last year. But here she is this year.

Dengue Mosquito: She used to be students from national college. But she couldn't take the life there.

Snow Mountain: She's 22 this year. From our neighbouring country. Took a Diploma freaking years ago. Has been working for the past few years, back into the education system once again.

There are also a few classmates whom I've left out(sorry,can't remember). They all have one thing in common, they have finally found and began their pursuit for their dreams, ambition and passion despite those obstacles they have been faced with.

Kudos. My inspiration came from them.





2009 intake, here I come!