Yup nothing much.

Just acknowledging a few people. Those who wished me Happy Birthday, thank you a lot. I appreciated the little act of kindness which brightened up my day. I must say not a terribly huge amount of people remembered, but it's alright. I just need to know that those who wished me Happy Birthday meant what they said - that'll be so much nicer.

Thank you Dad for the new earphones. Just what I needed.
Thank you Mum for the food! DELICIOUS. Thanks for the message as well. Thank you thank you thank you.

(:

**

Oh yes, but I had to cut my hair.
Who cuts his hair on his birthday?

Oh, 'Those with shorter hair generally score better.'
OH.

Like a few more hours before I can catch NC-16 hours.
And a few more hours to Chemistry and History exams.

**

What do you think I'm going to wish for?

First things first. Happy belated Father's Day, Dad.
Everybody says you're cool and that's an understatement. Haha.

Your son still loves you. Obviously!

**

Well, well. It was just a stroll at night, to release the inner demons, to soothe his soul, recuperate, and get his act together again. It was just a tiny rough patch which he would and could ride over. He had confidence. All the signs were right - the horoscope said the stars would align and everything would fall into place naturally. Of course he knew that was bullshit, but he needed comfort and that was sufficient to pacify his overactive imagination. Furthermore, the stroll was helping. The cool and moist air slowly coaxed the manifestation of evil out. He breathed regularly again - the aims of this session were met.

Then they started coming back again, clawing relentlessly, digging into his skin, shrieking at the top of their voices, haunting him without fail, not letting up until he was jerked back into reality. Was it just him, or were they back?

**

I'm fine myself, no sleep paralysis for quite a while.

**

And Combined Schools' won the Men's Open in the NUS Open! We played 4 games in the second day. A total killer - I was aching everywhere on Monday - the side effects of not training for 1 month. Well, the two days were a great learning experience. On Saturday I said I pitched against Catalyst - great experience. On Sunday I squared off with BOTH my coaches in the match against Hwa Chong Alumni. A freaking surreal experience. The only problem was that I gave up back to back hits to them and let in 1 run even though it was 2 down.

Jacked.

Well, still a great 2 days.

Ok, so today was NUS (National University of Singapore) Open. We played Raffles Junior College in the morning and then Catalyst. (Ex-National Players or current or something like that. Good players... To say the least.) Yep, so played 1st base for about 2 innings in the morning and pitched about 2 innings in the afternoon.

Pitching against Catalyst felt pretty weird. I mean, maybe you should try the experience to understand what I feel. Haha. Overall my performance today was pretty decent. And hanging out with the Combined Schools players? Pretty freaking fun. Haha.

**

And so to conclude my day was actually pretty awesome. Then I went to change... And on the ride home was chatting with Hong Sheng. Inquiring about his past experiences as a player and such - totally not realising that my phone was lying in the handicapped toilet.

I couldn't make the male toilet magically appear in front of me and after frantically searching for a few minutes, I got impatient and used the handicapped toilet, especially since my parents were waiting. Perhaps I'm just plain careless? Or perhaps I was sort of in a rush. I'm not sure. Guess it was my fault then.

But anyway, by the time I got off from the car, it struck me that something was missing. So panic struck and I started to freak out. My phone was nowhere to be found, so I asked my Mum to just give my number a call to see whether is was lying in some obscure corner of the car or my bag. No vibration... On the second call somebody picked up the phone.

Ms Elaine Wong had picked up my phone. (THANKFULLY!) She even kindly said that she could meet me at Hougang MRT station at 8pm. Problem was I couldn't make it cause I was going to have dinner with my grandparents and extended family. Then I asked her whether I could meet her at the void deck of her house. Thankfully she agreed and I made my way there with my parents. So now my phone sits right beside me, only because a kind young lady (I hope this is the right word to use) thought that the correct thing to do was to return it to its owner. Honestly, it's not like I deserve it. But sometimes, it's things like this which gives us (or me at least) a less cynical view of Singaporeans.

THANK YOU SO MUCH MISS ELAINE WONG!(:
Have a nice day.
And many many many nice days ahead.

Oh by the way, she's from NUS.
Obviously.

**

(Sorry this is pretty badly written. Have to sleep real soon because there's a game at 8am early in the morning tomorrow. Sorry Elaine, I guess you deserve better than this. Heh.)

Big thank you to Edmund and Shaun.
Yay. Haha.

And my Mum as well.
Ok, I sound like a faggot.

**

She's the Man is a hilarious show. I mean, of course it does has it flaws... Like you are obviously not allowed to re-substitute a player you substituted out. (On the other hand, you can substitute out a substitute. I mean, like, D-U-H.) Plus cheerleading is shit - only soccer (FOOTBALL) in America will have this crap.

Other than a few discrepancies, this show makes a good laugh. Really.
Hah.

**

Wait wait.
Something else to add!

'Baldacci grabs you by the balls and squeezes steadily until you don't know whether to scream out in pain or pass out with pleasure.'



Apparently this has appeared on more than one book. Oh well, who cares. He writes well, that I can vouch for. Haha. Man, today was good.

Afterall, we do meet obstacles which seem impossible to overcome. However, it doesn't hurt to be frank with yourself. Clear your mind and make a sensible decision with calculated risk. Sometimes, it's make or break.

**

Well, if you thought that this could bring me down, think again. Hey, I know better than any of you do. It's my own decision anyway. I ought to carry this through - at least not stop now. Some things we can give up, some we can barely afford to slip away. It's all in the mind. I can't be certain that this is the best decision I've ever made, but I'm sure I wouldn't regret it.

**

So goodnight, and you'll still see me around.

A long night spent with your most obvious weaknesses,
Shaking at the thought - you are everything I want,
'Cause you are everything I'm not.

You are everything I want,
'Cause you are everything I'm not.

**

And I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate the way I make myself look.

Well, damn it.
I just hope you don't mind that.
In fact, I hope you like it.

So don't lie, because too many people will know you're lying. We all freaking lie. Life is full of deceit. No matter how much we try to cleanse it, it still reeks of that odour, that odour which we can never get rid of.

We've always been told not to lie. Why? Because lying is 'bad'. Honesty is the best virtue. As small children, it's easy not to lie and to tell the truth because there were practically no repercussions. Who really gave a damn when they were 5? However, the problem arises when we begin to grow up and mature. When we slowly realise lying is an easy way out. When you broke the vase, who did you blame it on? The dog? The maid? The wind? Definitely, anybody but yourself. Lying becomes so convenient, that when your Mum asks you what you ate for lunch, you reply, 'Rice,' when you ate nothing.

It becomes a habit. Nobody knows whether it's harmful at first, because you start with small, minute lies. They could have been lies of convenience or white lies. Everybody's happy - nothing seems out of place. Then suddenly one day it hits you that you can't utter a single word of truth, because 'one lie leads to another'. The irreversible effect of lying is taking its toll on you, as you face a dead end. The next sentence is a lie because the previous one was conceived up as well.

And to think you despised people who lied.

**

The World Cup is here.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited.

But I'm not catching the opening match.

You could say that there are spoilers up ahead. The movie is still fresh in my mind. No prizes for guessing what I spent $8 on.


Which part of this does not look intriguing?

I have to admit it is - perhaps I got caught up in the hype and just wanted to watch the movie, especially since today is 06/06/06, so much so that I think it blurred my judgment. Since I have already been conned of a precious $8, I would like to warn those who want to watch this movie not to catch it. Watch something like 'Cars' or 'Over The Hedge'.

I am 'The Omen' (how ironic), here to warn you of how disappointing this movie is.

The only thing which stands out in this show is the boy who plays the role of Damien Thorn, whose real name is Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick.



He totally perfects this look - and his acting is of top notch for a small child.


Apparently this show is a remake of its 1976 counterpart. I'm not going about to comment on every single scene, but here are a few things I really dislike about the movie:

1) The over-usage of sudden sound effects to shock viewers. I wouldn't be the first to admit it always achieves the desired effect of taking viewers aback, but this show used it 5 times - too much in my opinion. Although I wasn't expecting it for 4 our of the 5 occasions, it got irritating after the sudden loud noise, and after realisation that I just made myself look like a fool.

2) Basically the ending just blew me away, so much so that I wanted to leave immediately. Actually, it's not like I didn't sense the feeling of closure. So Robert Thorn, the American ambassador to England (or Britain) speeds from his house to a Catholic Church. Even assuming that the police did not know of his identity, how would they know he was trying to kill a child? Why would police officers armed with guns (with laser pointers no less) charge into the Church suddenly? Pretty illogical - why would the police chase a speeding maniac into a church with such heavily armed forces?

3) Another thing about this scene. If the Devil's incarnate, as a young child, could still remain asleep when Robert Thorn cut his hair to check for the '666' birthmark, I suppose he could have been knocked unconscious? He wasn't that powerful physically, for he was held down by Robert Thorn with one hand. At the same time, he was screaming at the top of his lungs. The best and simplest thing I suppose Robert should have done was give him a punch to knock him unconscious. Then he wouldn't have hesitated for that split second and got shot in the last scene when Damien uttered, 'No Dad, no,' pleadingly.

4) I guess that this show definitely doesn't live up to the hype surrounding it. The ending seems to have been rushed through - I don't know whether they followed the original, but even if the original was roughly the same, they should and could have changed it. I mean, damn it, I still feel cheated now.

Let's say if you really want to catch 'The Omen', prepare yourself as if you're watching some substandard Channel 8 production - it's not worth your time.

**

Some people say I look pretty good with my new haircut. Some commented that I look better than the past 2 months. However, the classic line, and the best comment so far has to be from my Dad last night at dinner.

Upon seeing my hair, he said, 'I thought you said you were going to get your hair cut today?'

And my brother keeps saying my hairstyle is 'punk-ish'. Now that doesn't make sense, does it?

It has been some time since I typed something which required more than 30 seconds to finish reading. My sincere apologies, if any of you bother to accept it. Have been caught with planning an imaginary schedule for the rest of my June holidays. Obviously, it still has not materialized onto paper with the constant influx of new activities. (Not like there's not enough. I'd rather stay at home.)

Eventful happenings? I could count them with one hand, even after chopping off four of my fingers. That makes AN eventful happening - the Softball chalet together with our farewell party. It's a tad late, both Josiah and Edmund have written about it in detail. You could check it out on those two blogs - laziness is invading my system so rapidly, I feel like I'm stuck to my chair. Just a passing comment about the chalet - which Sec 4 didn't love it?

Oh, and all five of us made it into Combined Schools'.
It's going to be a new experience.

**

Unfazed by the path fraught with perils, he trudged on, bogged down by the trailing weight - the imaginary burden which he still could not put down. He wasn't in the middle of the desert. Neither was he alone in a derelict house which was devoid of lighting and sanitation. He was right in the middle of civilization, or what we term as an urban area bustling with life and energy. Physically, he appeared just like any one of us, engaged in his own thoughts. However, the truth was that he was battling for survival inside. It was a struggle, but he had faith.

He knew it wouldn't be easy.
He would try.
He knew it might not make a difference.
He had to try.

**

Everything's sailing smoothly and going according to plan. There have not been any slip-ups as of late, and everybody is truly satisfied, pleased with the gradual progress. There's no hurry - it's not something which can be achieved overnight. It requires patience, and the glorious result of patience would show in time to come. Then a bombshell is dropped abruptly and there goes your efforts. It would have been possible to start again from scratch, but everybody is disillusioned by the magnitude of this failure and pulls out from this project. You are left dumbfounded as the love of your life disintegrates into oblivion.

Say goodbye.

**

Are you high now?

This is senseless bullshit which Marcus would adore.
Honestly.

The lack of sleep, the ever accumulating stress and the inability to relax is turning me into a demented individual. Perhaps I could fall sick any moment. Perhaps my limbs will turn into jelly after having to go through the torture of inactivity for hours straight.

What I thought was my escape, is but the manhole cover you see on the road.

Learn more about me!
I'm too opinionated and idealistic to be your friendly neighbourhood superhero.

Credits.
Rusroulette/Adele

Shoot me.
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