On a very serious note, I'll sound like Ben Oh. Haha. Really!

Oh well, I'm not going in chronological order because the day was a charming one on whole. Yes, I gambled. I broke my promise.

And I won back some dough.
5 freaking bucks.

Well, let's make do with it.

I mean, obviously, me and my gang don't mix well with bimbos, so we obviously proceeded to participate in (aforementioned) gambling and fooling around with the karaoke after Hansen cut his cake.

And Benjamin Say proceeded to get fooled willingly. Thanks for trying to make the atmosphere more lively and everything. I bet Yuting and Minmin had tonnes of fun making you look a dude who just lost the battle with the karaoke machine and the remote. Well. Cool.


I'm just finishing this post up because I can't get over 3 days without a post, no matter how short it is. Let me end with a picture of the little boy who asked me not to leave. He's so cute. He's so well behaved.



I know he looks a bit sad and all but he didn't really adore the camera of my phone. Although he loved my phone so much he switched if off.


And yes, I was fortunate enough to be presented the chance (on a silver platter) to see the stark contrast between the bad ones and the good ones. Those brats bring shame to the term 'spoilt', because they're real good at doing what they do best.

I have nothing more to say because some of their actions left me shell-shocked.



Real sorry.
Sub-standard entry.


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*Only applicable during Chinese New Year, duh.

I hope you get what I mean.

Time to scrimp and save, I'm so depressed.


Ok I'm joking just take it as the money gone was to cheer me up? In fact, I'm happier than yesterday when I won 1 buck.


Had fun.
Hopefully same goes for tomorrow, AND I'M NOT GAMBLING ANYMORE.

(Remember, must eat less during recess. Remember.)

Happy Chinese New Year, bastards.

I wish I could have it better. I woke up pretty early, at 9. And then it dawned upon me that people would come to my house first, mainly because my grandfather lives with me. So be it. Amounted to almost 20 relatives, some I see once a year, some I keep in view with regularity. No, that's no big deal.

The biggest shock this morning was that Arsenal crashed out of the F.A. Cup, gunned down by (who else?) hardworking and physical Bolton. Oh well, they didn't bother to put up their first team though. Perhaps Arsene Wenger ate too much at his reunion dinner, and drank so much that he became muddle-headed. Balls.

On with the show. So it was a bit of breakfast, a bit of lunch. I had the appetite of a dieting person, for reasons unbeknownst to myself. It was all vegetarian, anyway. Not like it deterred me from eating a lot the previous years. 'Odd,' I thought to myself, when I knew that the very beautiful magic of Chinese New Year was as present as my neighbour who went overseas. If you get what I mean.

Flightplan was playing simultaneously as they, (not me,) slowly ingested their food. And I vehemently turned down the requests to join in the steamboat. When I finally succumbed, I was under the impression that we would eat and bathe and leave soon. I then realised I was totally wrong. Flightplan played itself over and we were still having dessert and lazing around. Afterall, there was still some cleaning up to be done. I was literally lazing around on my brother's bed. It was getting into my head, it was getting into my head, it was getting into my head.

I switched myself off after I realised the venues we were going to visit. Should I have expected more? I was so enthusiastic I was the first person to be ready. I regretted wearing my brand new shirt (and not so new jeans but you know my situation. Ha.) and trying my utmost best to look (somehow, I hope,) stunning. Ok, I definitely did not make the cut, but still I was trying to maximise my potential. Come to think of it, I should have followed the footsteps of my brother. He didn't even bother to mess around with his hair, which eventually, was still messy.

In total, the visiting was all done to those on my Mum's side. My aunts, uncles and all on my Dad's side only amounts to a measly 10 or so, (plus one incoming baby boy cousin,) and my Mum's side isn't any more encouraging. I haven't even went about the act of opening my red packets and all. Amazingly, the problem doesn't lie with the money. The root of the problem is the fact that the spirit is lacking. The festive spirit is non-existent. I had a few laughs with my brother, but that's beside the point.

I envy all those with you who are out there at your cousin's/uncle's/parent's friends houses. I mean, it might be a tad on the uninteresting side, but hey, at least you're not at home typing out an angsty/I-wish-I-could-have-more entry. I'm serious, I honestly and sincerely wish that I could have more cousins, more people's houses to visit, instead of the present state that I'm in. Maybe I'm wishing that more people would look at my bloody new clothes and all. Urgh.



I sort of lost my momentum halfway in the entry because I had to go for dinner. (which for you information was consumed at home. That just means that all the three meals I had today were at home. Extraordinary. On the first day of the Chinese New Year...) Well, one point was raised up during dinner - Yuan Hong was the best behaved when he was a small little boy. Remnants of the past have gone down the drain and have been swept into the great and deep ocean. But the train of thought which soon arose was the fact that a child's behaviour heavily reflects on the manner he/she is disciplined at home.

The difference between keeping a tight leash on your child and not even having any on a young kid accentuated itself the past few days, upon contact of two hugely different types of specimens.


All I'm trying to say is...


Never fucking spoil your children.

(Although I might, but that's beside the point.)
(And although I advocate using the cane, I'm not telling you to beat him/her into a pulp.)

Well, at least the food was good. So they're forgiven. We were like squeezed like sardines in a tin though. The place was...

Ok I forgot. It's at Tiong Bahru though.

I want the pictures of my little cousin. Such a cute and obedient girl. Such a stark contrast as compared to that little spoilt brat. I'm never going to use prizes to discipline my child. It's bullshit. Like me and my Dad said to my uncle, 'We don't work that way. I don't need shit for my 8 A1's. If I want it, I'll get it.'

But whether the desire exists/is going to exist is another matter.


But that's beside the point.
Afterall, I finally wore the Polo/Ralph Lauren shirt. I meant, 'Polo by Ralph Lauren' shirt. My aunt got it for me for Christmas 2 years back. I've never donned it before. Finally did, and I have to say it didn't look bad.

I want the pictures I want the pictures. Damn should have asked my Dad to bring the digital camera which is so under-utilised. Well.

Newcastle beat Cheltenham by 2 goals to naught. That's a good sign. If they lost I would have probably kicked my neighbour's dog because she barked at me when I entered their house, when she doesn't even flinch usually. Perhaps I was too excited and I ran in.

I slept for 4 hours this afternoon. In fact, I slept like a log. Must have been making up for the lost hours. It's hilarious. I have 0 comments for my past 2 entries. I don't really bother. Man, Adobe Photoshop is a wonderful invention. Pardon my double post today, I don't know why I need to post.

Well.

Coco Crisp when to Boston. Theo Epstein is back there too. But it really doesn't matter, I don't foresee them achieving anything this year. No pitching staff, no glory.

Y'know, their pitching staff is thinner than the briefs I wore as a 10 year old. Seriously.

No, seriously, I don't know what you're trying to achieve by doing this. But it's fine if you want it this way. I could barely bother if you still come here. I'm writing this to appease myself ; I need to get this shit off my chest. The fact is, the point is, I haven't been trying to do anything funny. I'm just treating you like how a friend should. If you're trying a 'Cold Turkey' or something at least have the courtesy to notice me? Then I'll back off and make life less miserable for you, and make it more convenient for myself.

This is repulsive.


On another note, 'Cheaper by the Dozen 2' is hilarious.
Thanks guys.

I'm not the type of guy who loves stoning his ass off, although it does happen. When situations arise that present me with the chance to put on my thinking cap, I oblige. It always revolve myself first... Then if I do get past that stage, I'll move on to bigger and better things. This past few days I've been wondering whether I went wrong anywhere in intrasexual interaction.

Which I shan't elaborate on.


I'm torn between two worlds. Part of me desperately wants to immerse himself into the Chinese New Year mood, while the other part of me is clawing its way into moodiness.

Wait, my brother just made me laugh my ass off.


On the bus...

Small boy: If my Dad was an elephant and my Mum was an elephant, I would be a small elephant.

Bus driver: Ok.

Small boy: If my Dad was a dog and my Mum was a bitch, I would be a puppy.

Bus driver: Ok! (mutters a stream of invective.)

Thus, the small continues to wear the bus driver's patience thinner... Until.

Bus driver: OK BOY. What if your Dad was gay and your Mum was a prostitute?

Small boy: Then, I'll be a bus driver!



LOL. No offence to bus drivers. This is just a damn good joke. My day's starting to turn the corner. Ok, I am so fickle.

Enjoy your Chinese New Year.

Just that I can't get my hands on too many bottles of them. Just that my parents aren't allowing me to drink too much. And they're not going to buy any more bottles for me.

Time to sink into depression...
Right. That was such a huge lie.


Today marks the start of fine-tuning to holiday mood. Tomorrow means 150 minutes of lessons. Tomorrow means the eve of eve of Chinese New Year. Tomorrow marks the start of the long weekend. Saturday brings about a reunion dinner with those I see without fail every month or so. Sunday brings about the frenzied exchanges of mandarin oranges. Sunday marks the start of a child's favourite act - collecting red packets. The excitement, the anticipation, the delight, the relief, the shock and all the 'the's'.

I don't feel any.
Maybe I need a 'Chinese New Year' mood injection. Get the syringe, doctor.



No matter how I put it down, no matter how I try not to be a flamer, I'm compelled to impugn your choices/opinions. I'm such a bastard who loves to impose his own views on others.

Stop me.
Stop it.
But I can't stand it.
So? It's not your problem.
But.
So?

Ok.



I told you the song was nice. IT'S NICE.

This is utterly depressing. I just wrote a pretty lengthy entry and for some reason Blogger played me out. I detest this filthy piece of junk. Ok, I take that back. Now let me recall what I've wrote.

Yeah, basically, the title of this post has no relevance to the contents of the entry. You'll see. And I just can't resist the urge to blog about our class, even though it might raise some eyebrows or get me some hate-sites. Right. That was a joke.

So I started the day feeling real chilly, straight down to the bones. Immediately I knew something was amiss. Probably a slight fever, plus an incoming sore throat. Therefore, I employed my 'drink-till-my-bladder-bursts' technique. It works wonders especially when you know that your illness isn't that serious and you still have a chance of salvaging that 20+ bucks. (Which is obviously used to pay the fees of consulting a doctor.) So I started keeping track of the number of bottles of water I gushed down. Presently, it amounts to 10/11. That's like 6 litres of water. Phenomenal. Y'should have seen that dude giving me that 'damn-how-much-pee-do-you-have?' look.

Wait. My day wasn't that mundane. Y'should have seen the elation written on my face when I realised that she wasn't going to hypnotise us with her mind blowing skills. (Yeah, hypnotism at it's best. Or is it just mind blowing? You decide.) I was just on cloud nine. The fact that I completed my journals before hand doesn't necessarily equate to me being an obedient or docile boy. Like I've mentioned before countless times, writing can be a truly orgasmic experience. (Pun intended. I guess.) I mean, it's just satisfying, fulfilling and gratifying to read your own pieces of writing. (The good ones, at least.) I do not view completing the journals as a laborious and tedious act which is only done by those as daft as a brush. In fact, it's those who think that they're cool by not completing their journal who're as daft as a brush. I really found pleasure in completing some topics. I do not deny the fact that some topics are really alienated and extraneous, but it's still possible to crap through those, no? What I'm trying to say might seem like a stream of invective to you. I know.

But I don't really care.

The fact remains that the oral components of our English exams will decimate and decapitate me. Hope you take pleasure in seeing me die.



Let's go on to what I have to say about my dear class, 4-4, before it slips my mind. Technically, no backstabbing, evil, scheming or vile creatures exist in our class. The fact remains that even the most extreme cases are irritating spoilt brats and such. No sons-of-guns/bitches, that I can assure you. However, what makes it all so repulsive? It's not even the lack of class spirit. It's the fact that there are some who refuse to let the class survive as a single entity. They like to be unique, they want to stand out of the crowd, so they refuse to complete their work. I know you might go on blabbering about how 'it's my own bloody problem', but y'know how he goes about doing your stuff. It makes my insides churn to see you people putting on that strong front, as if not doing your work is an in-thing, like it's such a defining characteristic of fore-runners of the society. The point is that if you don't do your work you're bringing down the whole class. Meritocracy or not, you should fulfill your own duty. And I know you might be pointing out the fact that 'this is just written by some bastard who didn't even do the Chinese New Year decorations'. I know, but I always take pride in placing my priorities right. I do what is required of me, and the extra mile, if I'm ever going to take it for the class, comes later. This isn't as morbid as it seems. I'm not going to take a shotgun and annihilate all of you guys if you don't continue to do you work.

This is just a plea from 1 out of the 36 students in 4-4. Everyone just needs to do their work diligently. Or at least try to complete most of the assignments delegated to us. Most CAN be completed. I suppose. Unless you're a DoTA addict or something.

Lame.

After tuition I walked a grand total of about 3 minutes to my parent's friend's house. Those type of people you see once in a year.

Twice, tops.

Apparently they were here like last week or something, and I wasn't around. So I missed my chance, (I figured,) to see their cute little child. Is he like cute, or such an adorable little thing? The thought of taking his picture never came to me. However, I shall make an effort to do it... During Chinese New Year.

He was like asking us not to leave. Or the korkor(s), which would mean my younger brother and/or me. How many times has that occurred? Let me count with my right hand...


Another thing I noticed. His two elder siblings are smart. His elder sister was like reading some storybook, and from my Mum, yeah, she gets second in class. His elder brother speaks like eloquently for a six year old. In fact he speaks real beautifully, and he was like playing weiqi or something.

And they have like a routine on a huge whiteboard in their room. Like how organised can they get? Wow.




This is just a very random entry. This is the 'weekend disease', bastards. Arsenal just succumbed weakly to Everton's strength. That game totally paled in comparison to the way Arsenal played last week - with a swagger - against Middlesborough.

Did I mention anything about my hair? Give me a second, let me like get some ego-manifesting pills first.



Any comments... Just don't hurt my feelings in the process, please?

Nah.
Feel free to diss me.
I won't die.


Speaking of the fact about death, I know I'll go to Hell. So please stop reiterating the fact. Actually you didn't, you just said it indirectly. And I respect the fact that you're not trying to convert me. But anyway, I have a low threshold of tolerance, so I tend to blow things out of proportion by exaggerating. Yeah.

I'm still going to Hell.


Down with Vocabulary MCQ.
I had fun, really, truly, honestly did.


Notice CIP almost slipped my mind?
It was supposed to.

This is for the (FEW) update vultures.

I'm still alive and kicking, just that I've put slightly more effort into completing my journal and reading 'From the Corner of His Eye' more.

Speaking of that, Enoch Cain Jr. is mad.
And my low threshold of tolerance for bullshit stems from the fact that I really am too impatient.

That was random.

And I realised I haven't been emphasizing too much on Newcastle.
Which is bad.

Which I shall do now.
I just hope they sack Souness. And we'll wait for the next manager to come, a new era to begin, new hopes to form, new love to arise.

Howay the lads.


Hansen's birthday is just around the corner. Is that exciting or what? Chinese New Year is coming too...

Ok.



It's starting to dawn on me that posting now is such a fatal mistake. I'm totally empty and no reverberations remain in my head. Which isn't a real bad thing. Or is it? I wonder why I'm scared that there's so little homework.

I got the career guide though.
And I'll make it known, (if I haven't,) I want to be a pilot. Stop giving me those condescending and patronizing stares. I know.

No homework?
I have tons of vocabulary multiple choice questions to do. Those you can finish whether you're on the phone/chatting on MSN/reading newspapers/reading a storybook/watching tv/playing Football Manager/in the toilet/eating dinner.

I told you, those type. Idiotically-foolproof-MCQs.
I'll have fun.



Just up it a little. Oh damn. Just up it a little.

The pleasant events which took place today, which led to me finishing a composition in 25 minutes, will not be elaborated. You either have a clear picture, or you know nothing. So don't go around spouting bullshit.

And for your information, I hate it when people link intelligence with language proficiency. The higher the usage, the better the quality, the faster you will improve. My point is, if you spend your time reading comics instead of storybooks, your English definitely will not be on par with me. Maybe your Chinese will surpass mine. Period.

And for goodness' sake, use correct English in that process. Make an effort to improve. Write your journal, idiots.

Y'know, I'm not a slave of the school. Those who witnessed what I did with my journal would know I don't like being manipulated by the timetable. Uh and yeah, I do what I like to, because the journal simply means a chance to express my feelings, irregardless whether it's private or not. So, please, shut your trap.

I'm sick of it. And I'm not good, because there are so many out there who have a better command of English than me. May the jury decide. This got me 19/30, but I have the tendency to approach language marking with a cynical point of view. That is, in any case, the sole teacher marking might be biased. Y'know.

Written on the 3rd of January 2006, I present to you,
(The) Gift



'Ah Hock, when's your birthday?'
'Next week.'

Just another weekly meeting. Ah Hock could feel the manhood coursing through his veins. Almost sixteen, he was. Almost time to receive the 'gift'. Almost time he could bring glory to those dearest to him. Almost time.

Ah Hock did not like things complicated. A 'Yes' or a 'No'. He knew that he could never be part of a cheerful and complete family. He was not stupid, it was just that Singapore's rigid educational system was his arch-enemy -- it would never let him get his way. At one point, he felt all out of sorts. Failing test after test, exam after exam, he had to face this cruel world all alone. No family, no friends, until he met the 'Dragon Gang'.

All alone, at the void deck, he sobbed in misery, wishing that tears would give him strength. Instead, all he got were the echoes of his sobs, until he felt a pat on his shoulder. 'Little boy, don't cry. Men don't cry. Join us. When you're fit to be a man, we'll give you a gift. When you're part of us, you'll NEVER CRY.' Dumbfounded, yet mystified by his eloquent mini-speech, Ah Hock nodded solemnly, realising that his chance had come. His dreams were about to cone true. He learnt that he only needed to slog hard for the gang for two years. When he was sixteen, he was going to be a real gang member. It felt like a real bargain to him.

The anticipation got the better of him every night. His breathing got more rapid, visions of him doing wonders for the gang frequented his dreams. It was getting close. Three more days. That seventy-two hours separated boyhood from manhood. He had heard much about the 'gift'. It was a secret which no one who had acquired had revealed. Yet, he had heard so much about it. This made him more anxious. He could imagine his hands shaking three days later, just like the first time he clinched a deal...

Ah Hock was regarded as one of the gang's top 'junior henchmen'. His image in school was not that of a typical gangster. He was clean cut, did not smoke and rarely caused trouble. 'Do not judge a book by its cover.' This was a classic example. His first deal was done in the school toilet. It was a simple exchange. A small packet of white substance, for lots of dough. It was easy. To Ah Hock, the money was more important than the 'high' from the drugs. He was still clean. The deals seemingly got simpler and simpler. He just threatened his 'clients' with one line, 'Report me and no more cheap bargains. Understood?'

The day had come.

He was blindfolded, led into a room. His ears were protected by earmuffs, for what reason, he had no idea. Before all this, he was told to remain calm, but his heart fluttered like the first time he fell in love. This was a feeling like none other. It was the perfect birthday fight! And he felt a searing pain in his back. He resisted the urge to scream, lest his gang members teased him later on. Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain which still had not gone away, he knew what the gift was. He could imagine himself...

It was all over. Half-naked, Ah Hock walked to the closest mirror and admired the work of art on his body. This WAS his dream come true. He had never imagined there would be such a wonderful tatoo of a dragon on his back. No wonder he never saw any tatoos anywhere else on his gangmate's backs!

'Ah Hock, pay respects to our fore-brothers!'

Taking the cup of tea in hand, having gotten possession of the gift, sixteen year old Ah Hock vowed that he would do whatever it took for the benefit and the well-being of the gang. The gift of unwavering loyalty, the gift for a real man. Ah Hock stood up. The misery in him disappeared in an instance. The pain suffered felt like it was from his previous life. He felt like the most privileged in the world. But with the gift on his back, how long was it going to last?





Ok, 'Dragon Gang' sounds gay.
Flaws aplenty.


Comments? Much awaited.


Oh yes and the sequel 'Transaction' will be coming up.
A sub-standard sequel.

Picture this.

(Pure imagination please. Do not quote me.)


It's like the 3rd of January.
'Damn, school again.' You mutter under your breathe. You're Secondary 4 this year. B-e-a-utiful. You're nowhere near the new course which allows the bypassing of the O's. You never intended to go there anyway.

You step into the classroom, glancing around. Same classroom, same classmates. Nothing's much changed. The teachers' voices begin to sound like a monotonous drone in your ears.

Afterall, the first day of school's just introductions, (re-introductions!) expectations, (forced expectations?) and catching up with those friends you barely caught a glimpse of in the last two months.

Your time-table is presented to you.
Collection of money for photocopying.

The over-zealous teacher which you never got on well with comes into the class with a stack of notes. He foregoes the standard procedures the other teachers have taken.
'Remember, this costs 50 cents per person.'

Your form teacher, ever so endearing form teacher of your class, dismisses the class with her ever-so-famous wave of her hands. She's alright. You know she's not as bad as they make her to be. Although she falls a bit on the...
Uninteresting side.

You start scribbling in your book... Drawing nonsense, uttering blabber to your partner. Your form teacher goes on about the admin work.
Class fund. You try not to start a debate. Afterall, it's the same every year.
School diary. You start coming up with the topic for the debate... You decide to be pro-anti-over-fund-collecting.

You're satisfied with yourself. The bell rings and you're as free as a bird... For a measly ten hours. 'It's ok,' you think to yourself. Maybe you should start preparation for that debate.

Y'know.


As to your expectation, the hole in your pocket starts to get more glaring. You ponder, 'My parents are already sponsoring me like tons. What about those poor people who pay out of their own pockets? Those with financial difficulties?'

You decide to start a subsidy for 'Those who have difficulties in paying up for miscellaneous miscellaneous fees'. (Yes, double miscellaneous.)


And you so get sued.
End of story.







Tag if you want, no bullshit please. Don't make wild guesses like, 'Oh! That must be XXX', 'Oh! Yeah I so totally agree with you!'

This is IMAGINATION. A figment of imagination. Y'know something which is fiction, something ILLLUSIONAL.

My vocabulary's not that expandable.
Hope you enjoyed.


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On a less imaginative note...




Ignore everything. Channel all your energy onto the 3000th UNIQUE VISITOR!
Ok... I'm well aware you're just smirking and going, '3000th? I have 12342131 times more visitors.

(Sorry, it's a teeny-weeny bit too stressful on the eyes of those who do not have perfect eyesight. Then again, maybe not. I'm not taking any swipes at you guys. Really. Peace.)

I'm not bothered. Not at all. Remember, I blog for meselves myself.
It's all good.

I hope it rains tomorrow.
Honestly.

No offence, but I bet you knew this was coming...

Manure lost!
3-1 to Manchester City. I think I got so excited my neighbour's dog wanted to bite me. Sudden vigorous motions do agitate a human's best friend. I guess.

And Arsenal just trampled over Middlesborough so I left in the 25th minute after they scored two in two minutes.

Henry's goal. Henry's goal. Henry's goal was crazy.
Ruud's WASN'T.

Ok... I might be biased.


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I'm nearing 100 posts, nearing 3000 unique visitors. (My counter doesn't jump when you refresh, so it is by no means a artificial ego-booster. Ok, maybe it is.) Anyway, just some milestones in my short blogging... Time.

Chinese New Year is just around the corner. This year's assault started right after Christmas. As expected, because this year's Chinese New Year falls before February. Whatever the case, I quote my Mum, 'There's no festive mood'.

Yeah, I totally agree. It feels so wet and damp and anti-climax, and I'm totally looking forward to the red packets.

Just the red packets.

Me being the cynical bastard, me, I had to think of the huge conspiracy of Chinese New Year. Yeah, we all know it's just a matter of give and take. Just which parent is the biggest loser...

We'll probably go through that next time. Maybe not.
Maybe we'll just forget all about the Nian beast and all, the firecrackers, the red, red and more red, the greetings, the gatherings with long-lost relatives, the fun, laughter, peace and joy.

Oh yes, and the bugging of parents to go home earlier because we want to count the money in our red-packets.


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It's possible. Anything is.

Even Manchester United, (commonly known as Manure,) losing to Manchester City 3-1. And the fact that you deranged people had to shout at each other. Grow up, get some balls, and stop acting like you only have one.

The question goes like : 'Some people think that schools restrict children too much and don't allow them to find things out for themselves. What are your views about this?'

I say,

If those people really are opinionated against Singapore's education system, then they should really give up their chance of studying in a mainstream school here. Children are always given chances to find out things for themselves. It's how you look at it.

Any other way you put it, the Singapore education system is rigid, and will remain this way, for some time to come. This is a by-product of our 'results over everything else' mentality. To achieve such a state, all you have to do is to fix the mindset of a child to go all out to achieve straight 'A's. To say that 'schools restrict children too much and don't allow them to find out things for themselves' would be to request a total make-over in the Singapore education system, a total overhaul, an attempt to address the root of the problem.

Not the education system itself, but the mindset of the people.

Try telling the parents that syllabus can and will be 'followed roughly/loosely' because the use of textbooks are not the priority, and that their children are spending more time in the laboratory/garden/outside the classroom. The parent(s) would get a shock as if he/she/they just came into contact with an electric eel. They would see it as a cardinal sin. They would then visualise a report book filled with red ink, their child losing out, becoming a drop out, future ruined, all lost.

Just because they are starting to find things out for themselves.

Nobody is denying the fact that the schools are restricting children too much. But who's to blame? If there indeed are changes, would society embrace their arrival, accept them? Would the children affected adapt in time and take the change positively?

If people really want more freedom for a child's education, it can be achieved. Imagine the sacrifices we have to make.

It is restricted for a cause.
Just like Singapore is the 'Fine City'.


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I didn't answer the question at all. But isn't that the point?


Don't ask me what I'm trying to say. Go figure. It's not that difficult, really. Till the next time I write my journal...


Joking.

He fell down.
He knocked his head.

And I thought he was sick.

Relax, he's not dead.


Damn, get well soon, Poon. (And don't be so injury prone, la.)


P.S. No offence.

Anybody who has an IQ of more than 20 will realise that this post will be random. And you would also figure that I am demented. (Probably after reading so many Dean Koontz books. Yay.)


I love my metal buttons. I do. And the rain keeps coming down. (See random.) But anyway I'm waiting for the homework to come in. Like my tuition teacher says...

No come no come. One come one two three come.

Literally.


Well. The damned feeling of being a big boy, a Secondary Four with a green name tag still hasn't sunk in yet. Seems like it's not just me, many of my classmates are like 3-4 4-4. Well, this is about the 5th time I'm repeating this, because it really feels like this.

I wish we could have our god-damned field back. Screw the retard contractors.



I started on my journal already. If you didn't know... Check this out.


Oops. I'm such a good boy.
As in, I started on my journal already!


LOL.


He desperately needed to get a grip on himself, but he couldn't find a handle.


I'm alright la. I told you Dean Koontz was good!
I'm going to read 'From the Corner of his Eye'.

Since our school does not not condone students who will write defamatory or untrue statements about the school and his classmates, I shall do just that. Ok, I was lying. That hardly made sense anyway, did it?


As my title will suggest, and by the fact that blogging definitely surpasses writing in our journal in interest, I shall rant about 'one time things'. Not really rant, but just... Y'know, it came to me and I had to blog about it.

Imagine you just went on a tour. You just made a good friend. You see him everyday during the 10 days you're in... New Zealand. You find it really cool. You have same interests, same hobbies, same likes, dislikes, just that you're the same gender. So obviously you become friends. Good friends. During that measly 10 days. What does this spell when you come back to Singapore?

Nothing. Or everything. You might live in different parts of the island, you might not keep in contact.

And if this guy isn't even from your home country... A friendship is hard to sustain. Not saying it's impossible, not saying it's implausible. Just difficult. And if you find yourself trying way too hard past your threshold to sustain this friendship,

DROP IT.



Don't let stuff get into your way. You do have, you will have commitments to adhere to. (Do you adhere to a commitment? I CAN, I WANT, I WILL GET AN 'A' IN ENGLISH... You see.) Anyway, back to the point. Like what our dear Discipline Master said today, in life, you have to make the right choices, or else the outcome will be painful. Not discounting the fact that making wrong choices are part and parcel of life, but y'know, sometimes, things are really in black and white.


This post does not make sense. And other one time things include flings, winning when you gamble, luck, luck, luck and luck. I guess.


I'm really sorry if this post blew you away. As in literally. Look at the sky... The rain's still pouring, the wind's still howling, the sun's gone into hiding. It just seems that the world is sending us a message.


Fuck off or DIE.

And die we are going to.




The most important one time thing? LIFE.

Yesterday was definitely simple too.


Training wasn't too bad...




So I couldn't get the book at Borders they were like, 'Oh not applicable with promotions.' I was fine with that, maybe I didn't read properly. Sigh. So I felt wasted after queueing so long, and I was too lazy to look for another book (I spent close to 1 hour initially) and I just decided heading over to Image 2001 at Far East was better.

Was better.


I got another Atticus shirt. Black, and my parents say it's ok for the Chinese New Year.

Cool.








Physics test tomorrow. Am I excited or am I aroused? Or am I FILLED WITH ANTICIPATION?

I don't know.

What a great day to study, no? Look at the raindrops falling relentlessly from the sky, beating down on the roofs of our houses, wearing them down, eventually making them collapse onto the lucky residents of those high rise estates...

Oops, that only happened with snow in Japan. My bad.



So this past few days were for us to acclimatize to Secondary 4 life. Oh, like I haven't heard so much about it. Yes, and the rain has not been letting up at all. Day after day, it's just out to get us. Well. Who cares?

Today wasn't such a bad day. Yep, I just returned from err... The Converse sale. Ok. Nope, no biggie. I got a new pair of shoes at 50 bucks. Not a rip off, not exactly dirt cheap either. Just beats wearing a pair of crapped out 2-year-old Climacool/2-year-old but not overused A-Cube. Y'know, it's good to wear new stuff for the Chinese New Year. The clothes there was as plain as Stephanie Sun. Heavy sarcasm intended. Anyway, so I just roamed around until I decided that maybe I should grab this pair of shoes. Well, the haul included two pairs of blue ankle socks.

End of shopping trip, almost in the rain.


So I'm all fine now, and Tuesday's a public holiday. More last minute shopping to follow. I might make a second trip down to Borders. I might return my library books. Most importantly,

my neighbour wants to lend me,

ALL HIS DEAN KOONTZ BOOKS!

That's as good as it gets, I guess. I'm a self-proclaimed bookworm, but terms and conditions apply.


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Enough of nonsense, I guess. Technically, I once blogged about myself a few months back. Apparently, that was an identity crisis. No matter, like how many people really do understand themselves 100%? But I've put on my thinking cap again this past few days. I've tried repeatedly to explain this little flaw in me, but to no avail...

Y'know, it's like a tendency to flame what I don't like vehemently, adding fuel to fire... Being a major asshole and such. I mean, I really tend to resist things which I find disagreeable. It's taken from the colour quiz, but if you know me well enough, you'll know that I've been behaving like this for quite a while. There's quite a number of people who agree with me, be it really big-time or not, but I know some do share my opinions. That just gives me the perverted sense of strength and drive to be, simply, an asshole.

Sometimes I discriminate too much. I realise, but I still have no qualms about my actions. (Well damn it, I'm not talking about racism.) It just dawned on me that I was starting to have second thoughts about my way of 'professing my dislike for certain genres of music'. Maybe, maybe, I should just tone down a little. (Afterall I just started listening to Jay Chou again. Hmmm...) I've tried putting myself in the shoes of others. Empathise with them.

It's true, I'll be peeved if you started dissing Slipknot...


Forgive me if I've made such a big fuss over your choice of ear candy. I probably went overboard. Nope, I'm not saying I'm changing my opinions...



I'm just trying to keep them to myself. Afterall, we're all entitled to our own opinion, no? I'll just try to take it one step at a time, stop flinching when I hear some music which differs from my taste, start to be more of a gentleman, and respect the choice of others.


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On another note.

搁浅 (Ge Qian) by Jay Chou is mind-blowing. Really.


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Sorry for this weird post. I know it's a bit off-balance, it doesn't really sound like me, but maybe it's time to keep more stuff to myself.

It'll be fine. I'll be fine.


Thanks for you people's concern over the past few days. I know I've been displaying a bit of attitude (Err... Yeah. Maybe.) and moodiness over the past 72 hours, but... I think I'll be fine. Real soon.


Trust me, please?

Chiangmai rocks. Period.


Just browsed through the pictures we took during the 04/05 Chiangmai trip. The one where we missed the first day of school. Damn, that was good. And damn-damn, it's already 1 year, and a few days more, since the trip.

Time just passes too fast, too damn fast.


It's not just me who's been stressing out. I was chatting on the bus with Nicholas just now. He reflected the fact that many people in his class are mugging. Wow, what a beauty. And we all thought his class was playful. No?





Self-trained today. Yes. Poon's going to get flamed. Isn't that fun? Anyway. Anyway. What? Oh yes my Dad forgot to fetch me after work today. Which meant I had to go home myself. No biggie, really. Why did my Dad even say sorry? He isn't obliged to fetch me y'know. And I always make him wait because I'm horribly slow. And they had to wait for me to start dinner.

Guilt-O-Meter : X5.



So what the hell should I do now?
Study, I HOPE.





Pretty tired though. So unless you come at me with a gun, what I said above will be likely to be false. Lucky I was clever enough to finish my zuowen on Tuesday. That saves me the weekly zuowen rush on Friday.

Which obviously means, I have tuition tomorrow.

It's getting into me, I feel it. Real bad.

I don't know, I really don't. I know we're Secondary 4, but just let up on the pressure a tiny bit? Maybe it's just me. I'm starting to feel disillusioned, worried at the slightest thing. And soon I'll break down spontaneously for no reason.

What 3 journals a week? What? What what what? I don't think I'll even have time to blog, today's just a rare day which I have not much work, and where I should go find some other work (eg. assesments) to do, because the O's are in ten plus months.



I heard, some people got their computers... Confiscated. Literally. That's freaky, but that's true. Like it would do any help. In my case, that is. Oh fuck it.


So the best thing for me to do now is to stop blogging, because I shouldn't even be. I should be doing my Chemistry even if there is no Chemistry tomorrow because that's the only work I have today and that there will be a test on 16th January for Chemistry. Which leads me to the fact that there'll be many other tests too!

Feigns enthusiasm.


Yes, and I'm not tired. I was listening to Slipknot on volume 21 (25 being the loudest) on the bus and I fell asleep. I'm so bloody energetic. I'd better go read up on my Chemistry text again.



I told you, I'm disillusioned.






Just end it all. I don't care how.

My Chinese teacher was my Mum's Chinese teacher in Junior College! What a small world.

And she said I was a good boy, today.

Maybe I'd better stop wussing. She's actually not a very bad teacher, just that her style doesn't suit as that well. Kind and all, but but she nags a bit too much. Honest. Well, now I'd better be as good as ever. What if she tells my mum?!



Well, today was the first day of school. Nothing much changed. Classroom's the same. Mrs Anna Tan will be our Maths teacher, Miss Krishnan my Pure History teacher, Mr Tan my Social Studies teacher.

And there's this 'English Extra' period. Lecture. Supposedly. On Tuesdays, 1.40 - 2.30. Crap. And our English teacher's still basically the same. And we had to write a composition for the diagnostic test today.

And I wrote a zuowen when I came home. And I had Physics work incomplete, (which I've completed too,) yep.





THIS IS MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. I'M LOVING IT.

Yes, here we go again. If reality hasn't sunk in, it's high time it has. Get ready, get your freaking metal buttons on, Catholic High gentlemen, and it's time we put on our green shorts bermudas.


Yea... Let me do a few more shoutouts, for fun...

Ben Oh - Yay Ben Oh! Lol. He-is-so-fucking-loved-by-everybody. Honest. Good guy to confide in as well, and the second bestest captain on earth, behind Edmund. Lol.

Elphin - MMOGs suck. Honest. How come your results are still so good? Lol, no matter, and we all get better, aye?

Joshua - Wow hey. Hope you enjoyed your trip to the United States of America, babeh. Armed with a new glove and all, aye? Time to face the new year. Haha.

Leo - Leo, Leo, Leo. Stop making us worry. It's all going to be fine, it's all going to be. You remind me of me. Lol.

Ming Sheen (Like who cares we always call him Poon.) - Anyway, you look so slim compared to last time. Lol. And please, please, stop freaking spasming and cramping for no reason. Everybody thinks you get PMS, lol.

Yi Ming - Ah, flexible guy. Dressing sense can be improved by truckloads in 2006. Lol joking. All's going well, getting better for him, no?


My... Juniors. Honest, I'll find it hard to do something like that for the Secondary Ones...


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Now, for the few of you we've made a difference,

Adele - Hi Adele. Sur-prisedddd? Happy New Year, good luck, bestest regards. You'll do fine, pray more, pray harder. And all, it'll be alright. Really. (:

Ernest - Holy mackerel holy mackerel, Ernest. Just got sick before the New Year. That blows doesn't it? Bloody good to talk to, that's that. Holy crap, we spent so much time on the phone the other day. Lol, take care, bestest regards.

Xinlin - Oh hey, stop being so hyper aye? Lol, or is it the coming of the New Year which has caused the abrupt change in you? Take care, all's going to be fine. Hope you have fun making more vids, no? ;D

Yuting - Hi, haha. Good luck and all the best. Thanks for everything. Don't dwell so much over small matters aye? (:

Well, and to the few online friends I made...
Continue blogging guys, you all own me. Yep, it's true. Take care, and bestest regards! I won't stop reading your entries, trust me.

To 1-6 (2003), 2-6(2004)... Guys like Nicholas, Hansen...
Hey. We still have one freaking year to crap during recess and whine about teachers and all. Maybe only I whine but, those two years were great as hell. No? Take care. See you guys in school, aye?

To my primary school mates, mainly the trio Harold, Shannon Tay and Lian Kai.
Shit. Honest, I didn't really make too much an effort to meet up with you guys. My apologies. Those time we had shit fun together, I'll never forget. It's just too bad we had to split up. The agony of graduating from primary school. Man. You guys take care. Are we all taking the O's? Even if not, good luck, bestest regards, never will forget you people.


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Shoutouts aplenty. Or whatever you call that, aye? It's just done on impulse, lousy and all. But anyway yayness, I'm going to get a shaver. SOON. Wow, what the hell? And my Mum's cooking something wonderfully wonderful for lunch.

Salivates...


HERE WE GO AGAIN.

The 'B' Division Softball team was fortunate enough to enjoy the rehearsal of the opening ceremony of the First ever Asian Indoor Games. It was something special, and we were aggrieved by the fact that our team-mates and fellow athletes were unable to join us in attendance of such a wonderful ceremony.


LOL. ROFLMFAO.


Me and Edmund and all of us know, aye?


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Love you all mates. We're Secondary 4 next year, we are.

Benjamin Say - My brother. Good mate and all... Remember last year sleeping on the huge thingamajig outside? Lol. Good memories. We're just hoping...

Cheng Yew - Funny guy, nice guy, as I've said. What a good guy to have. Good team-mate, good basics, great guy overall.

Edmund - Forever the captain we'll know. Period. Good friend, great friend, and works on the same frequency as me. Most of the time, that is.

Josiah - Fellow pitcher. Oh shit, he says I pangseh-ed him. He's the uber no linker, lol. Still, one heck of a team-mate.

Seng Wei - Richest rich rich dude. Haha. Cheng Yew's gay partner, another one to bring smiles into the team. Well, he's not scared of cockroaches right? Lol.

Yao Xian - Ah, and he's my classmate too! This year and last year. I make him pissed one time too many. Well, at least he doesn't take it to heart.

You guys are not forgotten,
because you're the only two who are worth mentioning.

There have been so many, in and out... But,

Marcus - Actually I have faith you'll make it back. We all do. Go on, you'll be huge for us.

Jing Cheng - You know, you're one heck of a guy. It was just that fucking moment. But I've forgiven you, it would have been hard for you anyway. Take care, you'll stay in our hearts, and memories.



Well, I'm not doing one for my class. Honestly, how many good friends in class do I have?

Almost zilch. But well, take care 3-4 (2005) and 4-4 (2006). It's the same class anyway. Teachers? We're all hoping for the best, no?

I loved this morning, I don't know whether I would love 2006. I'm giving up on elaboration, but I'm adding one fact. I had my breakfast at 3am. Lol.


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This is going to be the year of heartbreaks, the year of smiles, the year of tears, the year I'm going to leave Catholic High. (Honestly it feels like it's 12+pm, but it's 4plus already.) There's so much I'm looking forward to, so much I don't really wish to see.

1) Belive it or not, I don't really want to leave Catholic High. Although I've made it so damn obvious I don't like the bermudas, but I love my friends. Damn, we're Secondary 4 already. Yesterday I was still a noob in Secondary one looking at those blue-name-taggers...

2)Studies, competition. You know how I feel. Am I looking forward? Am I backing out? You decide. But still you know, I'll try my best.

3)Constancy of purpose, mindset of excellence.


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My resolutions? Nothing much...

1) Studies.

2) Competition.

For more... Material needs.

3) A SHAVER LOL. (This is a want later I get caught for not shaving. Lol)

4) A pair of shoes I have to bury my Climacool sometime soon at the rate it's going...

5) Clothes? Atticus. Whooops, I'm such a bitch.


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Maybe I shall stop wussing about others buying so much stuff, because I want so much too. Well, it's not easy for me to get it... I'll bide my time, and wait.

Once again, Happy New Year! Whether you spent it at home, outside counting down, in a pub, wherever, I hope you enjoyed your New Year's Day.

I still think I loved 2005, in one way or another.

Ok I am back. Teeny weeny bit dizzy, (like who wouldn't be it's 4am.) and I loved this whole damn thing.

Oh shit I shouldn't have checked Soccernet, Newcastle lost. Ok who cares, nothing can spoil my mood, at the rate it's going. Or how special 2006 started. Oh well, I never thought my parents would let me, in the first place.




The fireworks were the most wonderful ones I've ever seen, period. Oh yes, that's it? Nope.


My Dad got me into the pub. Interesting, babeh.

Then I got to sit in a Saab convertible, until the damn rain came and it wasn't cool as hell anymore.



It's 4am, I can't really type coherently, shall elaborate tomorrow. With, I think, my New Year resolutions.

Well, things went my way. Unbelievable. Oh, but Newcastle still lost. Damn.

Learn more about me!
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