Her name was rainwater.

Centurial.

2009-05-13T03:52:00.007+08:00

With the coming of my 100th post, also comes the final confirmation. Blogger's been wonderful, but life becomes mundane as a result of constant usage. Hopefully Livejournal will add the much needed zest into my blogging.

Cheesetian.livejournal.com, where it all begins(again). You Blogger users, when will you ever be enlightened? I will pray for your souls, really if i have the time.

Bye blogger.

Spoof.

2009-05-12T03:21:00.002+08:00

Life is unfair. Good doesn't necessarily lead to good, neither does being bad result in bad things happening. You steal, cheat and get away with all of that, you lead the good life. Lie your entire life and you get elected. See? Try and help an injured motorist on a highway, you get run over by a speeding SUV. Understand what i'm trying to get across here? Where in this forlorn planet, is the justice every police agency tries to enforce? It was never in existence to begin with, propaganda and his good friend deceit slowly crawled it's way into our minds. Poisoning as each generation lived and died like those before them.

And when it finally manifests itself, this world will crumble and fall apart as we watch in disbelief.

Life sucks man, but the good part about it all is to live in rebellion. Throw down those "mummy's/daddy's girl/boy" images and extend that arm that will reach towards who you truly wanna' be.

A BIKER BABY!

Gory.

2009-05-10T23:52:00.005+08:00

The Saw series has got to be the most intricately, time-consuming, bloody show ever produced. I've only just finished watching the second installment and already i'm in awe. Not because i'm a freakin' psychopath struck by cancer and living on a timer, no. It's the way the show's planned, how each sequel is made so that it follows up after the previous film. It takes a genius to even write a script like that, and a prodigal director to execute those scripts and turn them into such films. Okay shut up Christian, you talk anymore you might start getting hate mail from your readers(if any).

Time to sleep, i'll watch Saw III tomorrow muahahah!

Too bad that babe had to die.

Busted.

2009-05-08T22:13:00.002+08:00

Wahlao, super boring nowadays. Alphy's been on MC for the last 2 days and that means no school which means rotting at home. Actually not so because i've been in school, either playing badminton or at squash training. Met a whole bunch of new friends, namely Huiling, Kleon, Keith, Kelvin and others whose name i can't spell. I have to run 2.4 km before training and it's not something i'm very okay with because i'm already pretty skinny and running doesn't help my "put on more weight" cause whatsoever. I'll have to triple my food intake from now onwards, MA I NEED MORE MONEY. And she's still delaying my laptop buying, it's always "not right now" or "okay okay soon" with her, don't push it ah i'm telling you!

It's taken Singapore more than a year to catch Mas Selamat, so much for fast and efficient. Pfft, haha!

Okay that's about it for now, bye!

Procrastinate.

2009-05-04T05:09:00.005+08:00

No surprise people, Christian has procrastinated once again. Much to the dismay of his Mother and himself.

So, i just completed the first of 2 assignments handed out last week. This one is due later at 3pm during Ideation class while the other, a collage assignment is due tomorrow. How am i gonna' complete it by then, i have absolutely no idea. Only divine intervention can save me now. I wouldn't have even completed this assignment if not for the very gracious and very merciful Toh Jia Hui. She decided to help me a little bit, won't say how or i might fail my assignment if Alphy somehow manages to read this. I lured her out of her shell with a possible sushi-dinner and being unable to resist temptation, she gave in. Now i owe her dinner, preferably sushi because i love sushi too. This must be the earliest/latest(depending on how you choose to see it) post i've ever written. Delay any longer my Dad might wake up, and my brother's already preparing for school now. Let me tell you, procrastination and Design school is a catastrophic combination. And this is just the beginning of three long/short years in TP.

5.15am already, wow. I'm gonna' go brush my teeth and hit the sack now.

Bye!

P.S. : Toh, i won't tell the short dude that you secretly have a tremendous crush on him.

Crony.

2009-05-02T16:55:00.002+08:00

Dinner with my closest friends on Thursday was something i'll remember for a very long time to come. What better way to spend quality time than over a plate of food, animatedly conversing away. I'm pretty sure the people sitting at tables around us were busy looking over their shoulders with disapproving looks on their faces. If the food was good, the company was unbelievable. From poking fun at Weimin's distinct lack of common sense to laughing at me when i slipped while walking on the pavement, we had an absolute blast.

I pray we will be together forever, and i mean every word i say. I need friends like them at my wedding, after seeing so many best friends of more than 10 years attending each others weddings. All my confidants, people with which i tell my story and my secrets(very little though, heh).

Here's to best friends, brothers and sisters!

(wanted to yaaaaaaaam seng, but nvm..)

Sheldon.

2009-05-01T00:44:00.006+08:00

The jury have decided, they hereby find the defendant guilty and sentence him to play Squash for the remainder of his years in Temasek Polytechnic. Okay maybe that was a tad too much, just felt like writing that out to create a "John Grisham" atmosphere. Squash isn't exactly a CCA in TP right now because they decided to close shop due to the lack of trophies during the last academic year. But i'm still gonna' join anyway, i need something to keep my body "fit" during my years there. Who cares if i won't get any CCA points or whatever, screw that shit Weimin.

Got assignments due next Monday and Tuesday, so more than ample time to complete whatever needs doing. Christian Lee please do not procrastinate any further, you will only damage your health and possibly be the first student in TP history to make Alphy lose his temper. Must hand in assignments on time, must not ask for extensions okay.

It's alright, i understand. I just don't want the past to wreck our lives. Again.

Batman.

2009-04-28T00:44:00.003+08:00

Ah, so boring so boring. Poly life is nothing like secondary school life, maybe because it's only the beginning of the year. But it's like, i see new faces everywhere i go and yet again, i see so many familiar ones too. No repetitions like when i wore uniform to school, walked through the gate before 7.15am and sang the stupid national anthem, which by the way is utter nonsense. Even the American pledge is so much more interesting, goes something like "i pledge allegiance to the united states of america, and to the public for which is stands" so on and so forth. I learn new things everyday in TP, like for example today i learnt where classroom 03-10/D is located, hidden in a secret chamber behind an almost invisible door only visible by Design students in possession of an ancient matric card gifted to them during DOC, heh.

So, i shaved my hair yesterday and my Mum went "Who are you ah, why have you taken over my son? I liked him better when he had long hair and obeyed me". I still have long hair kay Ma, just that it's only in the center of my head and waxed towards the direction of Heaven(which by the way doesn't exist). Can hear Joyna scolding me already, "He's real okay, you just don't know..".

I'm only updating because Zengting inquired today whether i updated on blogger or on Livejournal. The answer would be pretty obvious, i think.. Nah Zengting, you get to read something now kay? Aye Jingyuan can you ask your friend to speed up with his shower, i've finished writing this and he still isn't done yet? DotA waits for no one.

Alright done,

Why so serious?

Slugs.

2009-04-24T23:04:00.003+08:00

Ideation class on character design were so boring, my classmate sitting behind me had to call my handphone just to wake me up. And when i turned around to look at her, she had that why-the-hell-are-you-sleeping look on her face. C'mon, Alphy isn't exactly gonna' rip my hair off for sleeping during his class. Aren't we allowed to like ignore our lecturers and just sleep in class when we're poly students? Good thing is i don't have school for the next three days including Monday, i didn't have class today either. But by the time i hand in my character, it has to be fully fledged along with my journal on how it came to be.

Don't we all love lifts, it saves to much time and energy compared to taking the stairs. I think i'm gonna' put on alot of weight in TP. Actually, it's just 1 flight of stairs to reach class since Design Entrance is technically on the 2nd level and canteen is like all the way doooown there. Donuts are nice, ribena is nice! Yet to eat in school because during breaks, the canteen area is literally flooded with students from every school. Too bad ah, design got the best tehpeng ah, chicken cutlet, design got the best tehpeng ah, nasi padang. Digressing away from the tehpeng cheer, i shall go take shower now. It's so humid that it's my third time today.

I don't know why i'm even posting here when i've made up my mind to make the transition to Livejournal. Find my new link if you can, it's really.. gross(claims Zengting).

Slacker.

2009-04-22T13:50:00.004+08:00

School has finally commenced and i'm thrilled, well a little bit. Ideation classes are kinda' boring, if not for Alphy at the helm we'd all be dead by now. The starting of school means less blogging, also partly because i'm too lazy and laid back to bother about entertaining readers online(if any). My first block is pretty much slack, classes from 3-6pm everyday. Only from 3 week onwards will i have 2 subjects per week. So it's pretty much slacking in class, followed by dinner with my friends and so on. Life doesn't get any better than this. But this is only the beginning, Design students in TP are reputed to be the busiest of all the schools thanks to the assignments and what not. So yea, that's about it for now. Wonder how my friends are holding up..

Gotta' get ready for class now, starts at 3pm.

Bye, :B

Camp X!

2009-04-18T19:47:00.007+08:00

Time to break the long line of one-word-title posts, for Design i will.

There is no school in Singapore like Temasek Polytechnic, let alone Design School. Which school makes you hang a key around the neck of a ghost in a pitch black toilet with ghouls banging on the locked cubicle doors? Which school was in the Top Three spots of all but one of the Dragonboat races despite being the second smallest in TP? Which school designed the most magnificent and awe-inspiring flags in TP that were waved proudly in the faces of all the other schools?

Which school won the "Best Spirited" trophy?

Like many other events, i cannot possibly even begin to put down in words how great it felt to be part of Design School. I'm pretty sure only Designers from TP would understand what this post is really all about? Right after the Water Parade in Design School, my friend said to me that everything was madness. I asked him a solitary question, which other school in the world does this? He was speechless, a dog-ear grin spread high and wide across his wet face because he knew the answer. No other school does this, and many Designers would back my claim. This is a post to all Designers from TP, Camp X! Designers, on strike?

De-De-De-Design!

Greece.

2009-04-13T01:53:00.005+08:00

I make my way through the local fish market, shoes soaked with salt water and fish grime. I cringe my face as the distinct smell of seafood tingles my senses, a mixture of rotting fish and sea water. The outspoken fishermen with their hoarse voices and coarse skin holler incoherently, each wildly advertising their catch. Here amongst the frenzied commotion, i notice only the silent. The ranting of each individual person forming pulses of sound, pounding hard on my ears.

The cobalt sky streaks across the background like a painting of unprecedented qualities, the perfect background for a picnic by the sea. The seagulls drift all around, wings caught in the updraft of warm wind. Screeching for their mates, they claw at each other like they're birds of prey counterparts. The roar of the ocean appeals to me the most, keeping within her the infinite numbers of wildlife to a depth i cannot comprehend. Stars glitter like blood diamonds harvested to the east, the light finally reaching me after milleniums of travel. The wind caresses my skin like a feline nuzzling up against me. Lying with the village behind me, i lay my burdens to the wind and just.. let go.

Silver.

2009-04-11T01:30:00.003+08:00

I'm afraid not of death but of time, not enough time to live the way i want to lead my one chance. Afraid i won't have sufficient time to do the things i want the most in life. What i wouldn't want more than to live the remainder of my life on an island just off the coastal waters of mainland Greece. Sweating profusely under the blistering yet merciful heat, sketching pictures of toned fishermen slowly rocking on their boats, expertly balancing themselves while reeling in the nets. Finding a chaste damsel in a bright green dress out on the balcony hanging her laundry. Those guileless pair of eyes staring right back at me, her smile the very core of my happiness.

Diving into the pristine waters without a care in the world, my mind perfectly at ease amidst the crashing of waves onto the craggy rocks of the serrated shoreline. Treading water, i watch the little fishing boats noisily power by in the distance. From where i am they seem like little toys tugged along by God's invisible hand, all a part of his propaganda.

I can't concentrate right now so, i have this sudden urge to put on my running shoes and just head off to East Coast with a sketchpad and pencil in hand. Just to draw the scenery by the beach, or maybe lovers in each other's arms. I will continue from where i've left off here in tomorrow's post.

I will find the better life.

Sorry, bye.

Mister.

2009-04-10T14:39:00.002+08:00

Quotes by Norvy Poon,

"I scold my mother cb when i was Primary Six.."

"I wanna' get canned so i can haolian to other people next time!"

"I eat gongong will become more gong anot ah?"

"Wah strawberry milkshake damn shiok sia, you tryyyy!"

Okay, so we don't always need girls in our lives right? Being single is perfectly normal, we experience no heartbreaks or feminine pressure whatsoever. Going to the gym, eating expensive food at Tampines Mall and trying out the different milkshake flavours at McDonalds. No girls frowning at horny guy jokes or disapproving when we talk about girls and how sucky they can get sometimes(i am not chauvinistic). Telling each other racist/lame jokes can be quite interesting, up to the point where the indian guy beside you happens to hear one about his skin color, keke. Guys need guy time, sometimes. My body is sore all over from yesterday's gym session with KS, but it feels good actually. No, i'm not a pervert deep down inside. Who says two guys can't go out together and not be gay? Hah.. hah.

Talking way too much crap, bye.

Oh and did i forget to mention that Norvan can't swing very high, it's like there's a invisible magnetic attraction between his butt and the Earth's core.

Diamond.

2009-04-09T02:31:00.003+08:00

There're no words that can describe her really. Adjectives such as mesmerize and enthrall aren't even close to giving you an idea of how hypnotic her presence is, at least to me. It's not like when you happen to see a beautiful girl outside and start drooling, nothing like that. It's liberating in a sense, to have in my knowledge that someone like her actually exists. Any other might claim i do not even know her name or anything else about her for that matter. But who cares, the feelings that course through my body when she looks at me and smiles. Eyes so tiny, cheeks held aloft and her porcelain skin slightly flushed. I return the favour, and i find my face still locked in a smile even after i've looked away. Her innocence is unbelievable, the kind you'd find in the form of a primary school kid and i mean it. You must not question her chastity for it is of the purest kind. She possesses the voice of a little girl and her big beady eyes compliment her fragile frame. I'm not one to forget someone special and this time i've been awe-struck. I will find out her name, i will find do my utmost best. She's the diamond in the ebony night sky, the outline of the tallest skyscraper.

P.S. : WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS!

WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS!

Erratic.

2009-04-07T22:38:00.003+08:00

All her wars and all it's flaws. The sunrise has come too soon and she'll disappear. Meadows of dandelions feel like vices of eternal romance. Relentless kisses filled with phone calls from her dimension. Mesmerize with every inch of your porcelain body. Stars make their way up stairways that lead to nowhere. Fingers caress every key of her enraged crimson piano. Notes of her buxom curves create whirlwinds of euphony that contradict. Laying on my sofa plucking at her guitar strings. Songs resonate throughout my soul touching the unseen. Warmth of her hands makes me wonder why she never cries. I'm already out the door and she's already gone away. Still her song syncs with the beating of my heart. The skies turn to blue to red. There's fire in your closet and wind in your head. Thump thump.

My elaboration falls short of what she really is, :B

Enlightenment.

2009-04-06T13:01:00.004+08:00

Everyone needs an outlet somewhere, sometime. you may find that in the form of a female companion with whom you share an intimate relationship with, or just an ordinary girl with a mile-long shoulder for you to lay your thoughts on. Then again, sometimes you may turn to your own male friends. I believe every guy out there has his own clique, a group of friends he calls "the guys", except maybe the occasional, 1 out of 10 guy who's slightly gay and goes out with girls all the time. Back to my point, all i'm saying is being a guy you might sometimes feel there's no need for you to tell other people issues that are bothering you. I understand because i know how it feels when one has to live up to the "man" image and not break down and cry, sobbing your problems to everyone around you. But once in awhile, you might wanna' try doing just that. Find a friend, share your problems. If they are truly what you deem them to be(friends), they will try their very best to ease the suffering, find a solution to the thorn by your side.

My friends would love her.

There are things that we cannot tell you, then there are things we choose not to tell you. Reading this, you could be a sister, a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter. As guys, we are obliged to keep things from you and live in denial once in awhile. Irritating as those things can be man, we gotta' let those around us know. If it's anger, vent it. If it's sorrow, find a pillar of bliss. If it's paranoia, well then seek professional help, hah. For the anger part i really cannot help because i'm someone who holds almost no grudges, and deep down inside i feel no anger whatsoever(yesyes, i can hear KS laughing already). This is meant for guys, not girls. I'm just shedding some light on how we function because i felt there was a need to enlighten the ignorant.

Don't deny me.

Holqa!

2009-04-05T19:19:00.004+08:00

I always thought that Cheering Competitions in secondary school were as far as i would get with feeling like a kid again infront of my peers, well i was totally wrong. Joining FOW at Temasek Polytechnic showed me how it felt to be truly yourself among teenagers i hardly even knew. I never felt that way before, cheering my lungs out, screaming like a little kid who's oblivious to his surroundings and feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. Yes, that's what FOW does to people like me believe it or not.

Feeling apprehensive on the first day i was there, which was actually the 2nd day of the workshop because of complications on the first. Slotted into group Holqa, seperated from Guo Xin, i felt a sense of regret at signing up for something i did not feel comfortable with. At that moment, which was day 2, Holqa were in second position in the point tables. Each group was deemed an "Empire", with 5 Empires namely ; Holqa, Nexo, Reliez, Rinku and Zetten. Each Empire was split into 3 sub-empires, in Holqa there was Hozan, Holtaz and Holix(which i was fortunate to get into). It was performance night and we put together a skit, did some silly dancing moves, much to the delight of the GLs who cheered us all the way. Alas the time came and Holqa were moved up to first place, 1 point above Nexo. Towards the end of the day, everyone opened up and i made new friends, male and female.

Returning on Day 3, i was ready to be myself and just scream and cheer without feeling shy. Leaving GuoXin to be with his lousy Zetten, i happily joined Holqa as they were rehearsing the Earthquake cheer(which i still do not know). The GLs greeted me with such warmth that i felt part of their privileged group, a friend of many years past. I went there prepared to get really wet because that was the whole aim of Day 3 : Water Games. And wet i did get, soaked to the skin and mohawk all destroyed. But it was all in the name of good fun, and i enjoyed every minute with Holix thoroughly. The finale and each Empire's position was announced. Holqa were.. FIRST! All of us screamed and let loose like tribal people ready to devour Britney Spears. Some of the GLs cried like little babies and that reflected how important this victory was to all of Holqa.

There's so much more to say but i'll cut it here. It would take forever to describe everything that occured, much like J.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I'll just go back and see them on Tuesday, muahaha! CANNOT WAIT AH!

Bye.

P.S. : JiaHui, you call me superficial/anti-social again and i'll, i'll.. smack your tummy till i create ripples like those in a pond! Your twin was so much friendlier although i never got to talk to her.

Nonpareil.

2009-04-02T15:51:00.002+08:00

You came and went like the times we spent.

Hiding from the rain under the umbrella like a tent.

I laughed and she'd smile, it would last for awhile.

You don't know what you got till you lose it all again.

A cool evening dance listening to our favourite band.

Takes the chill from the air till they play the last song.

Have to try so hard all the time, just to keep you off my mind.

But there's moments that i find, i'm not feeling so strong.

Running down by the lake's shore.

She did love the sound of a summer storm.

It played on the lake like a song by Celine.

Now it's washing her away once again, again.

The boat's steaming in, i watch the side wheel spin.

All i think about is her when i hear that whistle blow.

I can't change my mind, i knew it all the time.

That she'd go, but that's a choice we both made long ago.

Guidebook.

2009-03-29T16:02:00.002+08:00

Brimming with excitement, an explosion of emotion. Life brings with it tidings of fascinating adventures, an abundance of faces. Infinite occasions to look forward to, a million ways to traverse the world. Every itinerary leads you straight to me, each place you visit reminds you of us. For without the other half, our lives move at a snail's pace. Trivial are our conquests in romance, none the better with another than when we were together. We inquire about our partners, pondering the what ifs and what could have beens. Longing for our lover's touch, we lie in bed and stare out into space. A firework of thoughts, blinding our sense of sight yet illuminating the way to what should be done.

So said the speaker.

Appa.

2009-03-27T01:58:00.007+08:00

I know i've never lived up to your "Korean son" expectation of me. To be honest, i doubt i ever will and it saddens me beyond words. You said you hated tattoos and those people on Miami Ink had to be absolutely crazy to get that much tattoos done, and yet i went and got myself tattooed anyway. I still remember the morning when you found out about mine, the look of disappointment on your face, the loss of words at my impulsive behaviour. I'll remember it till the day i die, and the regret of my silly actions might just be the cause of my death.

You had it tough, growing up in rural Korea where even a simple egg was hard to come by. I recall all the stories you told me about your boxer Dad bringing home food that was back then, almost impossible to get for a family of your status. You had a rough upbringing, and that's why you're so strict with my siblings and i. We totally understand that, and i speak up for them. It's just that sometimes i hate being a half-Korean kid you know? How many a times i wished Omma never married you. How many a times i prayed so hard that you'd just go back to America and leave us alone.

Stupidity, that's all i have to say to myself for such mean thoughts.

I'm sorry i used the F word on you the last time we fought. It's just that children under strict regulations from their parents can go down 2 roads ; either we become good children and obey you guys or we turn into little demons rebelling against the laws of your house. Sad to say, i fall under the category of the latter.

I love all the times when we were younger and we went cycling together every weekend, or the fruitful fishing trips to Bedok Jetty. Or just sitting in the truck you used to have listening to the radio. I love everything we used to have, and i really want to experience all that again. Just one more time and my life would be complete. We hardly talk nowadays, you're always under so much stress from work and i'm always either on the comp or not at home at all. I never spared a thought for you and i'm sorry. I'm a disappointment i bet you wished you never had a piece of crap son like me, i'm confident you wanted a son who could speak fluent Korean and play golf with you in Johor.

I'm not one to regret, not at all. But being a son as i am, i feel the greatest regret of any child.

Omma once said, "Children are supposed to be the greatest joy to their parents." And i totally ignored her. Now those words weigh as heavy as a thousand anvils in my mind.

If Omma hadn't told me, i wouldn't have known you were 60 this year. But now i know, and now i'm saying though you'll never read this.

Happy Birthday Appa, i love you more than any other son loves their Dad in the world.

Yours Mischieviously,

Christian.

P.S. : Although i'm trying to cut the flow of disappointment, it will come soon. In the form of your son not following your wishes and migrating to the States with you. For that you have my thousand apologies.

Valiant.

2009-03-26T16:20:00.004+08:00

Subtle as she was, there always seemed to be a mean streak in her. One that was only evident when she felt the world was turning everyone against her and that she was no longer queen. When she flared up, even those whom she considered friends shunned her for fear of being struck down. All except that one boy, shy in his demeanor yet so chivalrous and brave when it came to calming the storm that was her. Lightning never struck the same place twice, until now. Battered and bruised, he continued on his way to showing her he was truly a friend, not another one of those boys who claimed to be men. Pathetic beings from another planet, she so claimed.

And as she rampaged on, devastating those around her with a fury of such horrendous proportions that soon she was locked up. With the key to her cell lost forever, how then could that little boy save his fiery princess? Inside that miniscule jail cell, she pondered endlessly. Her dearest friends, the family she once loved. All devoured by her overwhelming rage at the world, now she would never feel the warmth of her Mother's hands on her cheek, the raspy voice of her Father when he came home was lost forever.

Then, arrived this innocent boy.

She shone like the stars that guided lost sailors in the dark of night. For in his eyes, her beauty and grace was second to none. Her radiance illuminated his world, blinding him for an instant. Then like a vacuum, everything was lost and infront of him sat the ugliest and foulest creature he had ever met. Yet, she was the same girl. The same damsel that had left so early in his life, seeking adventure surrounded by men with gold. She remembered him, vividly. But she didn't have the courage to look at him, she felt ashamed and defiled.

As she watched him pick at the lock so fervently, her vision blurred and she shuddered wildly. Convulsions not of death but of utter surprise and elation. This boy, one she before this moment had not even so much as greeted was now a knight. So gallant in his attempt to free her from the clutches of her dictators.

Outrage, enormity and turpitude of affection was now - gone.

Totaled.

2009-03-25T18:51:00.004+08:00

Right so the other day, i can't remember which, i tagged along with Syed and his team of soccer fanatics to Bukit Merah Secondary School where we pitted our skills against team Jubilee. Compared to their well organised and extremely effective team, ours was in disarray and needed serious buffing up of immense proportions.

Their players knew exactly what they had to do, which position suited their playing style the most while our team was a make-shift and last minute one. I'm a natural right legged player, i tend to play defensively and i'm always inclined to making hard tackles without so much as a thought for my own safety. I haven't got the skill nor speed that is associated with strikers or wingers. So by playing in a left midfield role, our team was sorely outplayed and we were literally thrashed. The referee certainly didn't help our team one bit by red-carding both Han Bin and Theodore, players that were essential to our team.

So yea, we lost. Big deal. We'll win another day.

Then again, 2-5 isn't that bad when it's 8 vs 10.

Lights.

2009-03-24T00:06:00.005+08:00

Droplets, droplets of gold,
Where were you when we needed you most?
I've got a hole, in me now,
I cry out baby, baby why you frown.

Reflections of you and me,
In and amongst the crowd of Madison,
Your red and my yellow,
You're the queen and i'm your rebel.

Seems like i've already lost you,
Ran with the wind that stole from me,
I remember the way you posed and i reveled,
I called, think your phone's gone dead too.

Ohhhh, i'm planting these trees of light,
So you can see them when i'm done,
Get the message from wherever you are,
You're mine and no other kids' gonna' have you.

I wake up feeling like every other morning before,
What did you ever see in me that others ignored,
Swirling around, i'm just a planet without a subtle core,
Hearing voices telling me i'm still a kid.

Ohhhh, i'm planting these trees of light,
So you can see them when i'm done,
Get the message from wherever you are,
You're mine and no other kids' gonna' have you.

Ohhhh, i'm planting these trees of light,
So you can see them when i'm done,
Get the message from wherever you are,
You're mine and no other kids' gonna' have you.

Ohhhh, i'm, your, kid.

MacBook.

2009-03-23T14:01:00.003+08:00

I want and will buy a Macbook Air!

Plain.

2009-03-22T01:59:00.003+08:00

Giving my Filet-O-Fish meal to some random and raggard old man felt really satisfying with a tinge of confidence at the sides. Confident that i can make a change, no matter how small or insignificant it might be. Walking home after purchasing my meal, i happened to chance upon an old man sitting a stone's throw from my house. I noticed immediately that he was eyeing my food, and pretty intensely too. I stopped and looked directly at him, and he became wary, afraid i was gonna' hurt him. I walked over and inquired in chinese if he wanted some McDonalds and he nodded furiously. Leaving him to his new meal and many thanks, i decided i would go home and prepare myself some instant noodles. $6.45 is nothing compared to helping someone who's unfortunate that the bad karma of this world doesn't leave him.

Right after work, i headed to the Starbucks outlet directly opposite of Chijmes. I've been frequenting there after every event. So much so that the girl there recognizes me and starts making my drink, Mocha Frapp, as soon as she sees me. Truth be told, she's the reason why i go to buy a drink there. Girls don't have to be extremely beautiful, they don't even have to be pretty. But some have that charm that attracts, the simple alluring scent of serenity. I'm pretty sure she's in the same situation that i am, waiting for Poly to start while working to earn some extra pocket money. Even the other malay guy at that outlet knows what i buy everytime i'm there. The world is so vast, yet 3 minutes spent in the presence of another and you're etched into the memory of another being.

Someone like you, but with a lil' more attitude.

Moonstruck.

2009-03-21T15:11:00.004+08:00

Dreams are the weirdest things.

Mine went something like this. It was always dark, there never seemed to be any light at all. Except the faint flicker of flames from tiny lamps that hung from trees all over the island. Don't ask me why it's an island because i do not know, but i do know that i couldn't get off that island no matter how hard i tried. There were like trees all over the place, planted in weird patterns and they were all droopy and hung really low. Like humans when they got old and started to slouch. The atmosphere was kinda' like that scene in Harry Potter, don't know which one, where the students were seated in those wooden boats and rowing across that eerie and placid lake towards Hogwarts Castle. Okay fast forward please.

I was some sort of a prisoner, being held captive by those people on the island. My memory's slightly fuzzy, like it always is when i try to recall my dreams. The most significant thing from my dream is that Jonan, was on the island with me. Don't ask me why, and i have to stress this very important point once again. I am not gay, no screw you. The things here is, i've had this dream before, but without Jonan in it. So when i had it again, i knew how to get off the island. It was a serious case of Deja Vu for me. Fast forward again, in the end we got off the island via this weird Stargate device that teleported us elsewhere. Elswhere i can't remember.

Jude.

2009-03-19T23:27:00.001+08:00

You tell me your life's a jumble of cornflakes turning in a hamster's wheel, not even your favourite roller coaster ride can set it straight. The lift carrying just the two of us up to your front door, where the your hilarious plants, Kevin and Kelvin, are not blooming like they used to. It saddens your heart. You tell me you found god, squatting by the roadside watching traffic, nonchalantly smoking a cigarette without a care in the world, without any care for you. You tell me your fear of the Singapore Flyer is taking control of your life, like a leech that crawled through your ear and into your brain cavity while you were dreaming of firemen in police uniforms behind the wheel of Comfort cabs. Your worst fear is that of you dying in your sleep beside me, if we happen to get married, and me waking up to find you gone. You tell me everything's fine, like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and that we'll live forever and we'll both glitter and sparkle under sunlight. That however my dear, contradicts your worst fear. But then again, i'll never understand girls.

All's fine though, you're here.

Repudiate.

2009-03-18T22:42:00.006+08:00

The stark reality is, my family is migrating to the United States very soon. That's the worst place to go, they have hurricanes with feminine names that rip apart entire states, making homeless millions of Americans. Hell has no fury like a woman's scorn huh? They have the equivalent of NTUCs that are the size Vivo City, which you have to admit, is very intimidating for miniscule Singaporeans like me. I read somewhere that on their roads, car accidents happen every 12 seconds, that's alot of scrap metal to build those NASA spacecrafts that get an annual funding of an amount commoners like us cannot even begin to comprehend. Then there are those campus massacres that cut short the "I aspire to be the next President" hopes of many students studying at institutes of education that become epitomes of fear and failure, all these happening every few months at various schools nationwide. Not to mention the millions of schizophrenics, senile demensia grandmas, cerebral palsy grandpas, crazy serial rapists, dumb cheerleaders and brainless quarterbacks.

What i'm trying to get across to you, and my Dad, is that i want to stay right here. In Singapore. He thinks just because he is the man of the house he can pack us in the luggage and ship us off to a foreign land, well i don't agree. I wanna' start school in April, meet new people, study new subjects. I don't want no gunman holding me hostage at a petrol station or some gay pervert stalking me after soccer practice. Right here, where my friends are. Where i'll buy my Grandma a bungalow, not 18742 miles away on another continent. Singapore might be one helluva shithole with exaggerated tax rates and useless policemen but that pales in comparison to everything else. Think about it, we get so much more oxygen compared to elsewhere where it's just a concrete jungle. We don't have to get our hands dirty because our government is so adept at what it does best ; luring foreign workers such as Muhindra Ganesh Sindra and that other random indian dude calling his Filipino girlfriend. I want to stay put.

Okay i've babbled too much,
Bye.

Trivial.

2009-03-17T23:04:00.004+08:00

So much controversy surrounding the Edison Chen sex scandal that someone like me, a social ghost, has caught wind of all that nonsense. Like honestly, you actresses blame him for somehow allowing those photos to be leaked when it's actually yourselves you have to blame. Why screw a guy and have pictures taken? Maybe you don't get enough publicity or maybe you're trying to reach the infamous fame of Pamela Anderson and Paris Hilton? You girls, not women, should seriously quit whining already. There was no way he could have forced you to have those pictures taken, or it'd be an outrage of modesty/sexual assault case in full bloom. Since it was by your own consent, he shouldn't be blamed. And i know more than one Edison Chen fanatic out there might sorely disagree with me but who gives a shit. You wanna' sleep with him and go all hi-baby-let's-do-a-porno on me then by all means. No one cares at all, except maybe the chinese press and tabloids.

Cry all you want girls, trivial much?

Liverpool.

2009-03-15T16:36:00.010+08:00

Superlative, a fitting word in all aspects to describe Liverpool's travels to Old Trafford. A 4-1 defeat of Manchester United that leaves ajar the door to the Premier League title, ensuring that the Reds of Merseyside are still contenders to the English title although Sir Alex Ferguson and his men are still the favourites to equal Liverpool's long standing record of 18 league titles. This week has been an absolute fairytale for Rafa Benitez and his players. First the merciless shredding at Anfield of arguably the most successful football club in European club competitions, Real Madrid, led by the all time Champions League top-scorer Raul Gonzalez up front. Taking a deserved 0-1 away lead from the Bernabeu, many expected Liverpool to sit back and defend the reverse fixture at home. They were to be sorely disappointed if that was the expectation they had of the Reds because the 11 man squad led by influential midfielder and skipper Steven Gerrard started the match with all guns blazing. Running wild on the pitch and cruising to a 2-0 lead at half-time that all but put to bed Real's hope of qualifying for the Quarter-finals ; something the 9 time champions of Europe have failed to achieve for the past 4 seasons. The decisive blow was struck 2 minutes after the restart, with the skipper volleying past Real's Iker Casillas to make the score 3-0. Prior to the matches against Liverpool, Real Madrid under new coach Juande Ramos had won nine consecutive matches on the trot, reviving their hopes of retaining the Spanish title. There was to be no sign of that revival at Anfield as Benitez' men picked Real to pieces, adding the finishing touches on a historical night as the most unlikely of scorers, Andrea Dossena, came off the bench to make it 4-0. Had it not been for Real's goalkeeper and Spanish international Iker Casillas in goal, the victory could have been the most remarkable in the history of the Champions League.

No hangovers were evident from that extraordinary night at Anfield as Liverpool replicated the feat at Old Trafford, destroying the red devils with the same efficiency and eye-for-goal that saw the Merseysiders collect all three points and their biggest win over their bitter rivals since 1963. The Red Devils went infront courtesy of Jose Reina who brought down Park Ji-Sung, leading to a penalty which the iconic Cristiano Ronaldo duly dispatched of. But some slack defending from Nemanja Vidic and Patrice Evra gifted Liverpool's men 2 goals before the interval. Goalscorers from 4 days before, Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard scored the first and second respectively. Victory was sealed with Brazilian Fabio Aurellio's left-footed free kick that hit the back of the United net with Van der Sar rooted to the spot on 76 minutes. Once again, Andrea Dossena added icing on the cake with a sublime lob shot that beat Van der Sar and capped off a wonderful week for Liverpool, much to the dismay of their bewildered opponents. Though some might claim that the manner of the goals Liverpool scored were due to uncharacteristic errors from United's players, the spirit and work ethic of Rafa's men were definitely in play, thus leading to a win.

Liverpool displayed an attacking prowess in these two matches that was unmatched and unrelenting, something which has come under much criticism of late because many claim Liverpool lack the confidence to commit men forward. Having completed the double over both Chelsea and Manchester United, Liverpool have come up short against many of the "smaller sides" in English football. So you would think for the Scousers to continue along the road of success and triumph, they would need to keep key players like Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard 100% fit all the time.

The chase for the English Premier League is yet to conclude, as is the hunt for the elusive Champions League trophy. Surely the strategic Rafael Benitez will do his utmost best to lead Liverpool to glory once again.

- a proud Liverpudlian, always.

Epicphail.

2009-03-14T02:34:00.007+08:00

On a day of umpteen wine glasses and hordes of famished Australians all crammed together, a marvel i did not hear the stinging sound of glass shattering into jagged fragments. Sad truth is, i break at least one thing every event at Chijmes.

What do you get when you have almost 300 millionaire Aussies, 5000 bottles of Tiger Beer, 180 bottles of wine and a live band all at Chijmes? Actually the outcome isn't all that fancy, just loads of wasted beer, electricity enough to power Manhattan for 1 day and very sore feet from all that walking. Then again, there's enough leftover food to feed every staff 10 times over, so it isn't that bad. Was hoping to work over-time till 6am, but the slots were taken up as usual.

I swear to god all whites look the same. I can't differentiate one from another. There's twins, triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets.. octuplets and then there's 3067290847242plets. Yes, that's how similar all these Australians look like.

You : "Hey mate, looking good Jimmy. How's Karen?"
Jimmy : "She's been great, taking care of the kids at home now."
*comes back after getting a beer*
You : "Those bushfires have been real bad aye Jimmy?"
David : "Huh?"

The theme of this event was "Friday the 13th", so from every tree hung cobwebs and silly plastic spiders that wouldn't fool a half-blind autistic 2 year old toddler. Machines from which oozed out fog to smother everyone in mist. Epic failure from the purple lighting to create a spooky and halloween-like atmosphere, better technicians and event planners next time around please, thank you. If i'm not mistaken, there were 2 Friday the 13th this year right?

Oh did i mention my moron-of-a-colleague tried to pick up dry ice with his fingers? I'm sure your immense powers of imagination can conjure up the look on his face when he did. And your profound book of words can replicate the profanities that came flying out of his mouth when he did. Epic phail, hah.

Shit.

2009-03-12T19:26:00.005+08:00

Shit Happens.

Taoism - "if you understand shit, it isn't shit"
Hinduism - "this shit happened before"
Confucianism - "confucious say 'shit happens' "
Buddhism - "shit will happen to you again"
Zen - "what is the sound of shit happening?"
Islam - "if shit happens it is the will of Allah"
Sikhism - "leave our shit alone"
Jehova's Witness - "knock knock, shit happens"
Atheism - "i don't believe this shit"
Agnosticism - "can you prove that shit happens?"
Catholicism - "if shit happens, you deserve it"
Protestantism - "shit happens, amen to that"
Judaism - "why does the shit always happen to us?"
Orthodox Judaism - "so shit happens, already"
Televangelism - "send money or shit will happen to you"
Rastafarianism - "let's smoke this shit"
Hare Krishna - "shit happens rama rama"
Nation of Islam - "don't take no shit"
New Age - "visualise shit happening"
Shintoism - "you inherit the shit of your ancestors"
Hedonism - "i love it when shit happens"
Satanism - "sneppah tihs"
Capitalism - "this is MY shit"
Feminism - "men are shit"
Existentialism - "what is shit, anyway?"
Scientology - "if shit happens, see Dianetics p.137"
Mormonism - "excrement happens" (don't say shit)
Baptism - we'll wash the shit right off you"
Voodoo - shit doesn't just happen - we made it happen"
Wicca - "you can make shit happen but shit will happen to you three times"
Disneyism - bad shit doesn't happen here"
Communism - "let's share the shit"
Marxism - "you have nothing to lose but your shit"
Conspiracy Theorism - "THEY shit on us"
Psycho-Analysis - "tell me about your shit"
Darwinism - "survival of the shittiest"
Amish - "modern shit is useless"
Suicidal - "i've had enough of this shit"
Optimism - "shit won't happen to me"
Trekism - "to boldly shit where no-one has shit before"
Shakespearean - "to shit or not to shit, that is the question"
Descartes - "i shit therefore i am"
Freud - "shit is a phallic symbol"
Lawyers - "for enough money, i can get you out of shit"
Acupuncturist - "hold still or this will hurt like shit"
Dog - "i just shit in your shoe"
Cat - "dogs are shit"
Mouse - "oh shit! a cat!"
Politically Correct - internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens"
Einstein - "shit is relative"
Family Gathering - "relatives are shit"
Materialism - "whoever dies with the most shit, wins"
Vegetarianism - "if it happens to shit, don't eat it"
Fatalism - "oh shit, it's going to happen"
Environmentalism - "shit is biodegradable"
Statistician - "shit is 84.7% likely to happen"
Hip-Hop - "motherfuck this shiznit, beeatch!"
Tantrism - "fuck this shit"
Cynicsm - "we are all full of shit"
Surrealism - fish happens"

Vicissitude.

2009-03-11T00:32:00.007+08:00

The winds of fortune, don't blow the same anymore. I seem to have fallen out of grace with lady luck, blessings no longer make me the envy of the world. This empire i used to govern, now rebel against my every whim. Legions upon legions of men under my command, only curse my very existence and spit at my feet. Allegiances that once stood like concrete towers, crumble under the stench of traitors with gold. Once a cordially invited guest of the gods at their residence, now a mortal left to lead the life of the dying. King of the universe, thrown into the pits where rabid dogs snap at my heel.

Deep inside your soul lies a golden harp that only ever hums for you and you alone. You think you're everyone's baby but sadly, we can breathe without you dear. How great the change huh?

Exhilaration.

2009-03-10T20:54:00.003+08:00

The feelings that jolt my senses when i see old faces with new hairstyles, is almost impossible to explain. Nothing beats hanging out with these old acquaintances, only best friends come close. The memories surround us like an evening fog, reminiscing about the days when we were classmates who did everything under the sun in school.

Add beach football to all that is like adding butter to bread, absolutely wonderful. 10 - 7, the final score. With me destroying my glasses in the process, thanks ah Yen Soon! No hard feelings though, i'd let you kick a soccer ball from 1m away into my face everyday if it means our class gets together every month or so.

Special thanks to everyone who bothered to put aside your plans and turn up. In order of who i saw first : Min Hui, Kim Siew, Hanis, Suriana, Terence, Yen Soon, Michael, Bernard, Yan Xiang, Alex, Darryl, Guo Xin, Michelle and Jaena. I sincerely hope each and everyone of you enjoyed yourself.

Now all that's left before we go our seperate routes towards a new life is the "April's Fool Barbeque". As the name suggests, it's on the 1st of April. I'm making sure everyone turns up.. hopefully.

Friends are actually all a kid(at heart) needs.

Flawless.

2009-03-08T03:23:00.004+08:00

My life's resolution.

1. Buy my Grandmother a bungalow with a garden so she'll fulfill her dream of planting her very own flowers.

2. Make my parents the proudest parents any child could ever have.

3. Get married to my wife with the setting sun illuminating the background in a splash of orange and blue on a cliff by the sea.

4. Tell my Dad i love him like no other son loves their dad.

5. Lay on a large open field at night and gaze carelessly at the stars.

Love is always patient and kind, it is never jealous. Love is never boastful nor conceded. It is never rude or selfish, it does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sin but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure, whatever comes.

Nincompoop.

2009-03-04T22:00:00.004+08:00

Doing floor is like, crap please. You have to serve customers with a stick-on smile and act as if you love your job like Denise loves Britney. Which actually isn't alot of love to be honest. So many of them mumble to themselves when they're ordering. You bloody buffoon, i'm pretty tall and sound doesn't travel all that well upwards. Be grateful i'm not spitting gobs of mucus into your clam chowder when i pick it up from kitchen.

A thumbprint on a goblet isn't gonna' give you prostrate cancer or herpes either, so don't make us change your wine glass until you've satisfied your own perverted obsession with cleanliness. It's gonna' have your stains after you hold it anyway. Don't complain to management that there's a tiny hair in your chicken chop, then refuse an entirely new plate when we graciously offer another. We aren't dogs that shed you simpleton. How many times have you seen an ant in your glass of water and downed it in end, ant and all.

Don't whine about the lack of toilets too. Can't control your bowels like a diabetic? Eat at a hawker centre you moron, they've got many cubicles for nature's call. Heck you can even pay 10 cents per entry for all i care. You guys come, get all serious about eating then realise happy hour's over and the alcohol prices are all higher, then leave. If you don't have sufficient cash to order a jug of Tiger at $26 then go to a coffee shop where some 50 year old woman with tattoos on her ankles in a skimpy miniskirt will serve you. I bet they have air-con blowing and they serve you popcorn complimentary of the beer too.

You fussy bastards deserve to get shot. Like with a machine gun.

Maelstrom.

2009-03-02T23:51:00.001+08:00

Not everything has to rhyme, not everything has to be civilized. We could drown in our personal elation amidst utter chaos and devastation.

Here goes,

You grab my hand and with the strength of a hundred million suns, you lift me to my feet.

The moonlight makes your mischief glow like the fireflies around us. I race you to the waterside and you shove me in, screaming with primal delight.

Diving in, i catch but a fleeting glance of what you were when we first met. Changed you have, into more than i ever dared dream of, much more than i could ever comprehend.

I'm just a kid, a naive rebel with no sense of direction, a lone figure in the distance. What could i have done that the gods saw fit to bestow upon me an angel of infinites?

The Belle of the Ball, she is.

Our lips touch. Like the collision of two planets in space, the energy a from a dying star. Even in the dark, i can see how happy you are.

In your atmosphere, everything else pales in comparison. Not even the nightingales from which come forth melodies that sooth the soul nor the grass that flows like water with each subtle breeze. The smells, oh the fragrances! Bottle them i would, for you i would battle the giant and slay every dragon. The fairies whisper, jubilance etched in their voices. The great pines shiver, not because autumn is in session but because never have they seen beauty that comes close to rivaling yours.

Howling agreements that travel for miles, the wolves nod in approval of the wise oaks.

Droplets plummet to the ground as we leave the lake together, our footsteps a rehearsed dance. Even our heartbeats are in sync. It reverberates all around, creating the symphony for the universe. The stars converge, the rendezvous which is you.

Swirling is a maelstrom of toys, little fire engines and planes. The children squeal with overwhelming excitement. They throw their arms around your neck and swear to never let go.

The philosophers have no explanation, the deities baffled. The aura mesmerizes, like a spellbinding trance. Your aura, a meditation soothing the heart.

My heart.

Coldplay.

2009-03-01T01:23:00.005+08:00

28th February.

I just watched Batman : The Dark Knight. It's 5.27am and i'm typing this on the Notebook application in my iPhone. The time just jumped and now it's 5.28am. The volume of the song playing on my speakers is lowered to 2, so i won't disturb my brother sleeping above me. It's 5.29am now. Clocks by Coldplay is fading and soon, Fix You will start. It's started now. 5.30am, when tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you cannot replace, could it be worse? I hate this feeling, i hate it i hate it. 5.31am, high up above or down below, when you're too in love to let it go but if you never try then you'll never know just what you were. I can't sleep, i can hear the fan blowing. 5.32am, i will try to fix you. Who am i kidding huh? I really really want you, all these movies just makes the feeling pulsate through my heart, my brain. Fix You is still playing, tears stream down your face when you lose something you can't replace, tears stream down your face and iiiiiiiiii, tears stream down your face, i promise you i will learn from my mistakes. 5.33am, lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. I want to fix this, bring all those feelings back, frame them up. Don't you get it, i don't want anyone else. They'll never be as great as you. The feeling's gone now, it comes and goes like my breath. Now i don't want you back.

I hope you read this, i hope you understand. You never will. 5.36am, but i wait for it.

5.38am, now now.

Life in Technicolour II. I just wanna' hug you, you know? I just want a blizzard to freeze us over. Every night there the headlights are glowing. Baby it's a violent world. I really want for us to be statues, cemented to the spot and our bodies immortalized. But i'll still be able to feel you. 5.41am, time came creeping. Every road is a ray of light. And you me. Oh love don't let me go, won't you take me where the street lights glow. 5.42am, now my feet won't touch the ground. We'd feel each other, just feel each other. Pour our souls out and just hug, forever and ever and ever. I'd kiss you if possible. I really hate this feeling.

Just because i'm hurting, doesn't mean i'm hurt, doesn't mean i didn't get what i deserve. I remember everything i can, but some i still lose.

A glance at the time, 5.44am.

Thank god for Coldplay, every river that you tried to cross, every gun you ever held went off. 5.45am.

Done.

Augustana.

2009-02-28T01:50:00.001+08:00

I swear to god the TP enrollment is a massive chore. There's so much to do and right now, i don't have that kind of time on my hands. I've got work, more when March begins and i become a full-timer. And that screwed up printer of mine which was operational for less than a bloody month before it decided to retire from printing. The premature retirement means i'll have to print the Medical Form somewhere else with a fully fit printer, and i don't have the time to go elsewhere.

Then there's the appointment i have to make with some random clinic from the TP Booklet and the actual turning-up at the doctor's. Stupid thing is the only free time i have is between 12am to around 5am when i'm the only one in the family awake, and that means my parents aren't around to provide the information needed to complete the online enrollment which requires detailed pieces of information about my parents such as profession, IC number and etc.

I think i still have to pay a visit to a DBS Bank or something and get the person there to sign a silly form regarding a subsidy by the Government. Even more things to worry about. And my massive headaches that strike during different periods of each day of each hectic week isn't helping one bit. Neither is taking Panadol(extra relief) like 2-hourly, which isn't exactly the normal dosage.

God, i need help. I'm having one of them headaches right now and there's no panadol at home.

Thank the heavens for Augustana.

Expatriates.

2009-02-25T01:30:00.000+08:00

We leap through buildings and up up up above the Eiffel.

You hold my hand and together we run around Paris, lovely fast.

The strangers look at us like we're pigeons without wings.

We feed gummy bears to the sweet sweet children in the villages of Varanasi.

You hold my hand and together we wander round India, beads of sweat falling.

The strangers look at us like we're alley cats with only 5 lives.

We mingle with the fishes who greet us with Barrier Reef enthusiasm.

You say you're an angel and Australia should be honored to have you, i just smile.

The strangers look at us like we're ladybugs with black stripes.

I loved you all the way.

Fixation.

2009-02-23T16:36:00.000+08:00

This is over-the-top sexy..

Sorry Sam, i stole your pictures!

They aren't actually copyrighted or anything anyway, :B

Seriously.

SkinLabel, in my opinion, the best tattoo studio in Singapore.

My "before Polytechnic starts" resolution is to get more tattoos, this time on my right leg from knee down. I intend to get a traditional Japanese koi tattoo with the waves and all done. I'm gonna' go for a yellowish-gold one on the outside of my calf and a lotus probably on the inside or back. And Alan Law's coming with me!

Brother you'd better get money around the same time i do, so we can go together. We'll just go and get the tattoos done, then go home and get it from our parents! Eat the sweet before the bitter my friend, wahahahaha!

Pseudo.

2009-02-19T15:47:00.000+08:00

From underneath the trees that tower like monuments of the gods, you reminisce about your glorious past and memories flood your mind like a downpour during the monsoon. Lady breeze gently caresses your cheeks, cupping them in a frigid embrace with her hands of wind. You snuggle deeper into your coat of fur, trying in vain to keep yourself warm in the gelid weather.

You miss his perky demeanor.

Disappearing into the horizon, the tangerine sun sets the entire skyline aglow. Infuriated hues of red-yellow intermingle with the cerulean sky, producing streaks of wavelike formations that constantly abbreviate. Amidst the whispering of the forest, rhythmic waves crashing onto the beach can be heard.. only slightly. You haul yourself up, swiping away the decomposing leaves that cohere your faded jeans.

You recall his gallant endeavors at courting you.

Making your way down to the shoreline, you spy the last of the migratory birds soaring above you, cuddling the heavens. Though autumn, wildlife still flourish all around you. Between the scabrous rock formations, you catch a fleeting glance of a gold-tinged viper. Even the crustaceans are chipper. Leaving footprints of sand, you tread the shore like a beachcomber at work. The air is bitter and pierces your nostrils. Tucking in the rebellious strands of hair behind your ear, your eyes start to tear.

You remember the time you first laid eyes on him.

To you, the person who refuses to be called "anonymous" or "passerby". (i assumed you're a lady and you like Red)

Alabaster.

2009-02-16T16:39:00.000+08:00

Here are some pictures of the infamous rascal.

I'm too lazy to post anything else.

Nostalgia.

2009-02-15T05:28:00.000+08:00

One can yearn for what has already spent, the feeling so strong it triturates the very essence of the body and lays waste to the soul. As each new dawn breaks, the early bird flitters down to snatch the fattest worm and the flowers yawn away the night and darkness into the welcoming embrace of morning rays.

Our souls, they age with each inaudible tick of the clock hands. Our strength, it comes and goes like the ebb and flow of each wave breaching the shoreline.

It's now afternoon, the imposing butterflies waft through the summer breeze in their majestic jerseys of striking colors, each varying in tinge. In the deluge of the crystal clear water, tenacious schools of matured salmon, obstinate as an unmoving mountain, endure battering from each avalanche of water and slowly make their way back home amidst the clarion of water against water.

From a liberator's point of view - a rhapsodic juvenile lobbing a harmless rock at a great oak tree, naive in his attempt to fell the behemoth - could be considered the first steps to independence. But from the oppressor's point of view, that desperate attempt could be taken as a sign of graver events to follow, and thus he cuts down the boy.

Crispy crimson leaves segregate themselves from the branches and twirl down to join their fallen brethren. A whirlwind of rustling ensues, each leaf floating down as if guided by an invisible trail. The fog closes in, enveloping the forest like an army of empyrean warriors wielding spears of fire. Silhouettes dance around your dying fire, among the shadowy trees, giving way to hallucinations of fiendish monstrosities.

I've run out of complicated theories. I can't remember the smell of your skin and the zeal of your wink.

Apprehension.

2009-02-13T15:34:00.001+08:00

There's just a part of me that likes to bring you down, just to keep you around because I'm afraid once you realize how wonderful you are, you'll leave me.

If i wanted silence, i'd whisper. If i wanted loneliness, i'd choose to go. And if i liked rejection, i'd audition. And if i didn't love you, you would know.

I'm just not convinced that i'm worthy of your time, but i will do what it takes to make you mine. So sit back, relax and enjoy my show. This could be funny.

Rescue.

2009-02-12T15:05:00.000+08:00

It's been what, exactly a month since the entire class was together in the same room. It's been exactly 1 month since the 12th of January, the day we collected our results amidst the stench of fear and elation, anticipation and jubilation in the school hall.

And we all recall how it felt to be in class together, not knowing that as each second quickly ticked by, memories were being constructed at the back of our unconscious minds. And now we look back and reminisce about the good old days of hanging around the corridor outside class when Mr.Ong had decreed that "Thou Shall Not Loiter During Curriculum Time". I start to ponder, why didn't i treasure my time in school? Why didn't i do the right things back then so that when i look back now, i'll be satisfied with my achievements?

Oh how true the saying "People don't treasure what they have until it's finally gone", gone like my favourite periods of English when it sounded the horn that i could finally get some justified sleep. Or just chatting in a group amongst ourselves, totally oblivious to our surroundings or the fact that there was a teacher around trying to conduct her lesson.

It's these times that my classmates and i look back on, and wonder why couldn't time just stand still. So we would be together for a long time to come, that we could forever remain unchanged, in our creased uniforms, sitting on tables and nonchalantly sipping at our Pink Dolping bottles and talking about how screwed up school was. Oh! the irony..

To the good ol' days my friends, to the good ol' days!

Stranger Than Fiction

2009-02-10T21:28:00.000+08:00

Harold Crick, played by Will Ferrell, is a man who has everything perfectly scheduled, from the number of time he brushes each tooth to the exact number of steps he takes while crossing the road to catch the bus to work at exactly the same time everyday of his life. But one day, his perfect existence is shattered by a voice, a female voice in his head which seems to be narrating the events of his life. This voice belongs to Kay Eiffel, a world renowned author who hasn't published a book for a very long time. In all her previous books, she's killed the main character at the end. Now she has to kill Harold Crick, and is experiencing writer's block. One day, realizing his death is only imminent, Harold becomes desperate in his search of the narrator in his head and talk her out of killing him. His search leads him to Jules Hilbert, an English Professor who tries to narrow down the possibilities and figure out what kind of story Harold is in - and who's writing it. In the meantime, knowing of his impending death, Harold Crick finally starts living his life and this in turn leads to a budding relationship with the rebellious and almost anarchy-like Ana Pascal, the owner of a bakery.

I could continue telling the rest of the story, or i could leave it hanging here. The latter of which i will do. Simply a must watch movie, for no movie review can amount to what the movie actually is. A story of love, a dark romance. Of comedy and humour. And perhaps the most important of all, living one's life for today and not for anything else.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Stranger Than Fiction.

Animosity.

2009-02-09T21:34:00.000+08:00

Sweating profusely under the sweltering heat, amongst the hustle and bustle of city on-goings, i ask myself if my day could be any worse.

Back at the restaurant, i nonchalantly sip at my cup of Pepsi, trying desperately to come up with the name of the song that's playing on the speakers. Failing in my attempt at a recall, i give up and let out a sigh. I leave my cup of Pepsi half empty and walk off in search of something to do to occupy my time. Refill someone's dwindling refreshment or take an order?

People walk past me as if i have a piece of paper stapled to my forehead saying "Don't fuggin' acknowledge the fact that i'm actually here". Obviously they don't care, they've got their own problems, a cheating spouse or maybe trying to reach Maxwell Market before majority of the lunch crowd do. Why should they bother about a spectacled kid giving out flyers that advertise a Steakhouse with particularly tasty Lamb Loin?

They simply amble off without so much as a wave of a hand or a "No Thanks". Every now and again, a neatly dress and extremely sophisticated looking passerby would come along. In the distance they see me looking at them and they decide to act like i'm Kevin Bacon from Hollowman and they avoid me either by walking behind me or moving away from my outstretched hand. Then there's the "Omg, is that Brad Pitt sitting at the kopitiam" act, which involves me sticking out my hand and the person just staring out into the distance as if i was one of the millions of trees in Singapore which no one pays attention to. More often than not, people do acknowledge me and i sincerely thank those that did, especially the ones that decided to ease my burden and take a flyer or two from me, some even thanking me in the process when it should have been the reverse.

Then again there are some with absolutely no manners whatsoever. Instead of even trying to avoid me, they act like they're occupied when they near me. Some pretend to look for something non-existent in their purses, others start scatching at they're faces so their unable to take the flyers. Thing that pisses me off the most is that right after they've walked away, they stop what they were doing a few seconds ago and continue on like as if they've found their EZ-Link card when in fact they've got nothing.

I wanna' hit these frekkin' morons so badly, i have to handcuff both my hands to a pole and throw away the keys just to stop myself.

Life is tough enough. Without you, it's unbearable.

Poise.

2009-02-03T00:57:00.002+08:00

Editing pictures is uber fun. That's why TP should let me into VSC, damn you fools.

Please?

P.S. : Thank you Jiahui, [:

友(friend).

2009-02-01T00:22:00.000+08:00

Kunsheng : Aye Chris, you try the laksa soup, like shit sia.
*Christian looks at Kunsheng and continues eating his Bak Kut Teh*
Kunsheng : You just try, not nice one at all lor, it's more like chilli soup..
*Christian tries soup at the same time as Zengting.(can't remember what she says)
Christian : Not enough coconut milk lah.
Kunsheng : Fuck lah, i dowan' eat liao!

*10 minutes passes like a housefly buzzing around our food*

*Christian watches Kunsheng drink the laksa soup, Norvan joins in*
Christian : I thought you said the soup sucks, still drink for what?
Kunsheng : No lah, i drink that time will excited de. You try, drink one big spoonfull.
Christian : So when you drink laksa soup you will "OOO!" and "AHHH!" because it's exciting ah?
*Christian shakes his head in dismay while Zengting starts laughing like a hyena*

Just one of the manymanymanymanymany conversations between Kunsheng, Zengting, Jiawen, Norvan and me when we went out yesterday. Most of the time it's excluding Jiawen because she mostly speaks chinese and i have a "Screw-Chinese-Speaking-Mofos" policy. And she's also afraid we'll disturb her when she decides to speak, which is already very seldom(majority of the time she laughs along with Zengting).

Here's the general route we took, i prefer calling it the "Scouts Route".

1. Rendezvous-ed at Harbourfront MRT station at 12pm SHARP!(by emphasising the word "sharp", you should have already figured out that TWO girls were LATE)

2. Purchased 5 tickets for "Love Matters", a local production directed by Jack Neo.

3. Proceeded to eating Carl's Jr. where the burgers comes in irregular sizes, onion skins are used to make Onion Rings and the Iced Tea is so bland it makes the controversy surrounding Mas Selamat's escape sound like a walk in the park.

4. Laughed like a frekkin' lunatic while the show was being screened, and it was so predictable that Kunsheng and I kept saying what was gonna' happen next. Overall, 4/5 stars i guess(due to dirty humour that Kunsheng and I found particularly hilarious, same can't be said of the two boring girls).

5. Norvan turned up at close to 3.30pm, after we'd left the cinema. The buffoon wasted 10bucks on a show he didn't watch.

6. Walked around Chinatown and we all got matching keychains with our chinese names and the word "友" painted inside a circular-hollow piece of glass. Now we'll remember this outing forever, and ever.

7. Walked around the area, harassed a Japanese man at the bridge at Clarke Quay and i gave him a sweet sweet "Arigato!" after he took a picture for the 5 of us.

This conversation took place a short while after the smexy Japanese man left.

Zengting : You know "Arigato" isn't the full thing for "Thank you", it's like only half leh.
Christian : So "Arigato" means "Thank" in Japanese ah?
Zengting : Yayaya! (finally i get to teach Christian something, about time!)
Christian : So if i say "Arigatos" with an "S" at the back, does it mean "Thanks"? *signature cheeky grin appears*
Zengthing says between laughs : You..*haha* idiooot! *hahaha* Not like that lah moron! *tries punching Christian*

8. Rested at the park area infront of Parkview Square, a building that looks like one that would fit in Gotham City, Bat Man's metropolitia. Played games on my iPhone that involved so much tapping and shaking it made us look like spastic kids fresh out of an asylum.

It looks way more gothic at night.

Many other events transpired during our time together. And it would take me at least a decade to write down everything.

I find this conversation extremely hilarious and absolutely awesome.

*Christian sits down after buying his Bak Kut Teh, Zengting and Jiawen leave to buy their food*
Zengting : Goodbye!
Christian : Good.. Riddance!
*Ebil monstah slaps Christian in the back*

Now we're simply, the "Usual Five".

Belletristic.

2009-01-27T16:34:00.000+08:00

Belle of the Ball.

Like uncharted territory, i wanna' dwelve deep.
Deeper into your hair and possibly reveal.
All that you truly are when you're fast asleep.
Do miracles exist, and can time really stand still.

I deliberate and i investigate.
The flames engulf you, the cold reminds you.
Is it true love or do you just infatuate.
All of them men, even some women are in love with you too.

The grass, the oh so green grass.
And as you prance around in your blue dress.
Trees turn to stone and the seas freeze to glass.
Even the eagles land and to you they all confess.

A new life she brings to all who breathe her in.
Her smile, her name and even her hands.
Within her atmosphere, something extraordinary begins.
These wars and hatred are all just pretend.

I've always suspected and i've always claimed.
You hold and uncanny resemblance to the special someone.
Who visits me in dreams with self-proclaimed fame.
You tease me, you please me, you should know it isn't fun.

Among these people, between these walls.
Here she wanders and there she creeps.
She's the brightest there is, she's the Belle of the Ball.
But never a day, will she fall into the deep.

For should that day come.
Our hopes and dreams would cease to exist.
Something catches in her throat, all dirty and lumped.
As she falls, we'll grasp her firmly in our fists.

For should her blue dress turn black.
She'd make us repair it with more than just glue.
And if her pumps go all greyish and slack.
She'd turn us into filthy rags, smelly likes shoes.

So now i must confess with no time to spare.
Would she be there to swim the blue seas.
Without concern and without despair.
For now i must depart, to put my soul at ease.

To battle her demons, and conquer my fears.
Of losing the battle, and never return.
For if that were so, i hope she actually tears.
Proof of her love that will always, always burn.

Tenderfoot.

2009-01-27T01:52:00.000+08:00

Remember this picture KS? Found it buried in a long-forgotten-folder under a tub of computerscopic dust. I think that's your triple-nippled cousin in the background.

Having re-entered my house after going down to get a drink from the vending machine at a little past midnight, i locked the gate quietly. I'd woken up at about the same time with a sudden and immense craving for Mountain Dew and one eye glued shut from lying face down in bed. As i sat down in the kitchen, i could hear the distinct grunts of a horny gecko failing in it's attempt to attract a suitable mate. I slowly sipped my refreshment and the craving gradually dissapated. Without any prior warning whatsoever, i was strucky by an idea so profound that it put Einstein's E equals MC Square hypothesis to shame. Pouring what remained of my carbonated drink into Ivory's water bowl and watching her lap it up like a dog(haha?), i decided to put my idea into writing. Lying on my bed, elbows propped up and stopping blood flow to my hands, i whipped out my iPhone and activated application "Notebook". And thus i began doing something i had never even contemplated doing before, write a poem. As i racked my brains and quietly in the presence of my brother's steady breathing upstairs(bunk-bed) composed the poem that would propel me to poetic stardom, my poem slowly but surely began to take shape and meaning. As i put the finishing touches to my new past-midnight hobby, i read aloud the sentences to myself, making corrections where i saw fit. Hitting the "Done" button, my poem was saved, a series of 10 short "four-sentenced" paragraphs, forever in place. I would have full ownership of my work and would rip apart, from head to toe, anyone who dared to pry it from my grasp. As i marvelled at my work, like God did when he created the Universe as told in the bible, i couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude to the gassy drink that woke me from my otherwise unfruitful slumber and would have resulted in me never writing the first of what would be 5 "Poems Past Midnight". To the drink that shocked my tastebuds with it's awesome sweetness and sheer force of cold that numbed my fingers. Thank you Mountain Dew and it's manufacturers. I'll remember to promote your drink once i've reached International Acclaim, heck i'll even do commercials for free as long as it involves me downing gallon after gallon of your famous drink or me swimming in a sea of dew, surrounded by mountain-sharks.

P.S : Sorry you had to read all that nonsensical wish-wash, and if you got to this point and understood everything prior to this, i applaud your notable achievement. And if you're wondering why you don't see any poem in this post, after my crazy-madman-ranting about Mountain Dew and it's inspirational properties. Fret not because i'm still pondering a suitable title for my first self-composed poem. :\

Lugubrious.

2009-01-23T01:19:00.000+08:00

Click to Enlarge!

Thank you friends, a simple chat with you makes my day.

There you are with your perfect way, you've got that little shine in your eyes. To hear one word would make my day, but there's no room for me in your life. I try to move on but your perfect way has got this kid at heart on his knees and asking why. This world keeps spinning as my heart stops beating, is there still no room inside?

How perfect everything could be, but you won't give us a try.

Muse.

2009-01-22T11:33:00.000+08:00

She defies the Law of Gravity, rewrites the Principle of Unintended Consequences and fissures Equilibrium.

Yesyes, that's how awesome you are.

P.S : If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile.

Pulchritude.

2009-01-21T17:01:00.000+08:00

Her hair as smooth as velvet, delectable like honey.
Skin like porcelain, all bouncy and aglow.
Her face like a hamster's, dainty as a crepe.
Her eyes shining like a supernova, blinding her lovers and spellbinding the rest.
Wish i could see her smile, those pearly whites the essence of ivory.

Wish i were with you but i couldn't stay, every direction leads me away.
Facing the mirror, you look the same, just looking for shelter from the cold and the pain.
Echoes and silence, patience and grace, all of these feelings i'll never replace.

People i've loved, i have no regrets. Some i'll remember, some i'll forget.

Husky.

2009-01-20T16:53:00.000+08:00

Blame it on the poor ancestry, lousy lineage or simply bad luck. But you'll never find a Siberian Husky in Singapore with eyes like the one in the picture, unless it was imported from overseas, like for example the United States. Eyes of such a blue hue, they seem almost human. It's like they're looking at you, and they understand your body language, comprehending every word escaping your mouth.

Man's best friend huh?

True, true.

ChompChomp.

2009-01-19T15:11:00.001+08:00

The past few days have been wonderful, even with the untimely suspension of my handphone line(thanks mum, i hate you).

Tardiness has always been a problem of mine, and it showed once again when i arrived at Pasir Ris Interchange almost an hour late. Thank you Jiawen, KS and Zengting for putting up with my lack of discipline.

We could already feel the effects of the blistering heat from the unforgiving sun as we met Norvan, who got off at the wrong bus-stop which in turn led to the entire group walking further under the scorching sun, each step sapping away precious energy from the wells of our bodies. As we somehow reached the entrance to the dog farms, we were already sweating profusely. But the sight of those little bundles of joy barking at anyone they saw, jumping up and down as if they could escape from their metal cages, invigorated us, revitalised us. And so the journey continued, deeper and deeper into the unknown. With each puppy Zengting saw, temptation grew gradually until she could no longer contain it. Yet there was nothing she could do, 21 years old meant 21 years old, poor girl.

KS : Hopefully won't get sunburnt sia..
Christian : I've never been sunburnt before actually.
Norvan : I also never.. *after 5 seconds* What's sunburn?
KS : Fuck you, sunburn also don't know!
Norvan : Isit the skin peel off that one?
Christian : You know you still ask, what the hell..
Norvan : Oh chey..
*KS and Christian shake their head in disbelief at Norvan's stupidity*

ChompChomp was absolutely awesome. Stingray coupled with the killer shrimp sauce that stung your tastebuds beyond recognition, GongGong and the task of prying the meat out of the shells, LaLa(i think) and the spicy sambal sauce which Norvan couldn't take and resulted in him downing the entire jug of Sugar Cane in record time and who can forget the sumptuous carrot cake, right KS?

All in all, a wonderful day spent with the most wondrous of friends. May we be together for a long time to come! [:

KS, my blog is NOT dead!

A-E-I-Owned-You.

2009-01-16T20:40:00.000+08:00

My life is one big boring..

Somebody saaaaaaaaaave me, y'know like the song by Remy Zero?

I wanna' write something profound, but i'm not in my thinking chair right now, so i guess it'll have to wait.

Counting down, tomorrow with friends.

Trepidation.

2009-01-13T18:20:00.000+08:00

The choices come in fruitful abundance, if only i could make it.

Veterinary Science. Visual Communication. Hospitality and Tourism Management. Mass Communication. Clean Energy. Not to forget the multitude of Business courses.

ARGH.

Extended Absence.

2009-01-11T15:16:00.000+08:00

After leaving TP's Open House, went to Loyang where Norvan's Golden Retriever, Goldver, was located. Played with the little rascal, took him for a walk then brought him back. Jia Wen, Zeng Ting and KS were all there. Then they decided to come over to my place to see Ivory. Took her for a walk at East Coast Park, had dinner at Subway. Found out many new things, especially about Zengting, things which KS gladly told me much to the dismay and complaints of the victim!

Friends are mediocre, true friends are a treasure of immense proportions and should be treated with respect and the utmost care. I'll be joining you guys in TP for sure, just wait!

Dog-walking session soon guys!

Run.

2009-01-09T02:45:00.000+08:00

True friends are indeed scarce, like your inner beauty.

Pure deception and lies to bury previous ones.

The plagues of locusts devour the last remnants of honesty.

With you it's never your needs just your wants.

Daybreak.

2009-01-06T01:40:00.001+08:00

Something was bound to go right sometime today, all these broken pieces fit together to make a perfect picture of us. It got cold and dark so suddenly and it rained. Rained so hard the two of us were the only thing that we could see for miles and miles. Yet in the middle of the flood i felt your worth, when you held on to me like i was your little life raft, please know that you were mine as well. Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears and spread out into shapes like salad bowls and basin and buckets for bailing out the flood. As motionless cars rust on driveways and curbs, you take off your raincoat and stretch your arms, and i welcome you into my house. And the sun shines onces again.

Firebrand.

2009-01-05T16:12:00.000+08:00

Crimson hair like the flames of the fiery Sun, her delicious lips a scarlet red made lust creep into the hearts of everyone. Simply by being where she was, the boys would cower in her presence. Wrecking havoc wherever she went, destroying egos and leaving the unworthy behind. A weak and tattered soul was all that remained of a man who tried to get the better of her. Mercy was not a word in her vocabulary, neither was forgiveness when the time of reconciliation was at hand. Destructive as she was, her beauty and grace stretched far beyond the realms of humanity and into that of fantasy. Never had a creature as fine as herself graced these lands, for she was from a figment of every man's imagination. She would swoop down when you slept, re-igniting the passion of the unpassionate, rekindling the love of the unloved, for she would hold you in her sweet sweet arms when you wept. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced the very soul of thee, for she would see in a man, or boy, the love he held for her. Her enchanting smile could calm even the angriest of giants, her hypnotising laughter was the loveliest of sounds to behold. She came and rained flames of fury on everyone, playing pianos filled with flames, on empty rings around the Sun. But alas, she came with one too many pseudonyms and aliases that no man could ever claim her as his own. She is simply, the Firebrand.

A thousand other boys could never reach you, how could i have been the one?

Stay for a moment?

2009-01-04T17:02:00.000+08:00

Weddings are so.. i don't know. They make you think alot y'know? About when your own matrimonial day will be, when you'll find that person that'll be holding your hand through sickness and health, and whatever the vows include. That's what i thought about yesterday's wedding at Chijmes, oh well..

Fun fact : Jessie can't drink liquor although she claims she can.

Magician.

2009-01-02T12:28:00.000+08:00

She could change into anything she wanted, a butterfly, a bat or even a bulldog depending on her mood, which was really happy or really sad. But whether happy or sad, she was always pretty. Pretty like a daffodil, which she could not change into no matter how hard she tried. But she didn't need to, because daffodils were only one color, golden yellow, and she was all the colors of the garden.

2008.

2008-12-30T22:56:00.000+08:00

Alas, so it has come to pass that another year has gone by without so much as a "hello" or "farewell".

This blissful, yet somewhat sad 365 days have been a sight to behold from where i am now, sitting infront of the screen, my siblings playing with the dog in my room, thinking of ways to make the next chapter of my life a more meaningful and memorable one. Yet i am stuck, stuck with this tight knot in my chest, stuck with the year 2008 and simply refusing to let it pass me by..

But as we all grow up, we remember the good and bad times, the best and the worst, the Mr.Ong lectures and the Mr.Ng controlling the entire school attempts. And these times will be what we depend on, what we look back at when we travel through time and space, through the infinite cosmos into.. 2009. From the very first entrance into class 5/2 to the final day the guys and i spent in that stuffy classroom, walking around in our boxers, painting the walls in orange, which by the way will always remind me of "Orange-loving Joyna Chua".

The uncountable times i slept at the back of the class, amid either Grace Low's chattering or Ms.Zaidah's robotic voice. The rebellious episodes when we reprimanded the teachers for reprimanding us, the hilarious chapters of 2008 when we took pictures of Yan Xiang drooling in his sleep, all over the table. And who can forget the Michael's oh-so funny actions that make him semi-retarded from an "Alex Yap" point of view. Then of course there is the "Alan Law aka. SK" escapades in the guys' toilet, and the radioactive waste he left behind in that tiny room that almost made extinct the Crestian population and started a new Ice Age.

Soccer was always the main event of each week, provided that i was present that day, which i almost always was. Knocking the little carbon ball around with my mates, namely Firdauz, Faisal, Amirul, Michael, Dzakir, Zulhelmi and of course the ballet-dancing/clown-fooling/classroom-drooling/soccer-wannabe, Ng Yan Xiang and that signature pair of glasses that never failed to fall off his big head once every two steps. Sometimes we won, and sometimes we lost. Sometimes we got hurt, sometimes we inflicted massive head-wounds that caused concussions of epic proportions that eventually led to death by "soccer ball to the head/groin". Yet the 5/2 boys always stuck together, there was never ONCE we had one of our own on another team, we always played as a team, scored as a team and triumphed victoriously as a team. Boots or no boots.

If i wasn't playing soccer or trying to come up with a revolutionary way of embarrassing Yan Xiang and destroying the school's reputation(if any) at the same time, i would have been in the Art Room. I'll always remember strutting past the little side room of the Art Class and turning left, through the main entrance, into the room where i've spent so many days of my miserable life in. The scene that'd greet me would be either many or close to zero students inside, either busily painting or sketching away listening to the new Coldplay song or just Mr.Ling doing what he always seemed to be doing when i stepped through the gateway into the artistic realm, using the laptop. To all the times i got my hands, shoes, pants dirty and the occasional face painting session, courtesy of Valerie, i really wished from the bottom of this beating muscle in my chest that i could have continued disobeying Mr.Ling and drawing mangrove trees and bald eagles and on Zulhelmi's sketches and whatnot.

And then there's the "Chronicles of the 5/2 Boys", taking place ONLY during recess time in the canteen, and occasionally the toilet. It became a third home to us, behind our real homes and PRCS as a whole. When we were finally allowed a breather and escaped the clutches of the teachers and the impending doom that signalled the end of our adventures in class, we would make our way down to the canteen. Sometimes quietly down the stairs, when all of us had just woken up from our slumber, sometimes creating noises that broke the sound barrier, when we had been awake all the while, busy cursing each other in class or getting Yan Xiang to toss crushed newspaper articles at Jeremy upfront and seeing the look on his face when the teacher confronted him. From the worth-your-money chinese food to the expensive-with-crappy-rice malay food, we always cut queues, only on very generous occasions would either Alex or me decide to queue up, much to the dismay of Mr.Singh when he arrived to usher us to assembly and realize we were only half done with our food.

To all the people and fools that made this past year a sight to behold, to all the people and weirdos that make me who i am, and finally to all the people and friends, and brothers, and sisters, and teachers, and mentors, and past-loves, i say Kudos! to each and every one of you for making this past year without doubt the best time of my life. To friendships that will never cease to be anything less, to relationsips that will always remain throughout the calm AND the storm.

I love each and every one of you for making my life what it is, for making me who i am, for giving me life in times of death. For stretching out your hand when i had sprained my ankle. For messaging me at the precise time my bus reached my stop just to wake me up. For holding my arm while we watched the fireworks under the drizzling rain. For believing in me when i had already lost sight of the light at the end of the tunnel. For passing me the soccer ball that eventually led to my one and solitary goal for the entire 2008 season of "PE Soccer". For making me laugh so hard on so many occasions that my eyes watered and i doubled over in histeric laughter that took a full 5 minutes to recover from.

If i had a hat, i would take it off to all of you.

I love you all, and to you 2008 : don't forget me.

Insight into the kid.

2008-12-29T20:44:00.000+08:00

From Sally and Suee, long overdue.

The rules and regulations:

1.Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about themself.
2.People who get tagged need to write their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts.
3.At the end, player needs to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tag-backs.

10 weird things/habits/little known facts about me.

1.I've got tattoos, running down my chest, arm and shoulder. So there, hate me.
2.I bite my lips alot, i don't know why. I can't seem to stop either, Obsessive Compulsive Behaviour perhaps?
3.I've always claimed that blogging was for losers, guess i'm one too.
4.My PSLE Aggregate score is 214, barely made the cut into PRCS my year.
5.I'm a Liverpool fanatic, now and forever! You'll Never Walk Alone, haha!
6.I like to pretend i'm a drummer when i listen to songs!
7.I like being rebellious and risky, it adds a spark of excitement to my life.
8.I aspire to be a Vet in the future, hence the Veterinary Science target at TP.
9.I like the color Yellow.
10.I hope to get married at the young and ripe age of 21 years old, haha!

My 10 people:

I'm too lazy, the game dies with me!

Intuition.

2008-12-29T01:43:00.000+08:00

Okay, so Christmas day wasn't as perfect as one would assume.

I came home after work to find my Husky gone and my Dad watching television and with no possible explanation whatsoever on how she managed to free herself from the house. I'm still thinking my Dad let her out, wait.. he's not even a Dad to me! But all's well, i got Ivory back!

Then walked 45 minutes through East Coast Park, through all the happy campers and weirdos stuffing chicken wings down their throats faster than their stomachs can digest. Met Darryl and Alan, took a cab(which we ran after like dogs and ice cream trucks) back to E!Hub where we had Subway(Turkey Breast baby!) and watched Twilight. It's the worst movie i've watched in awhile, seriously. So all you avid Stephanie Meyer fans out there, stick to the books.

Y'know, i always imagined spending Christmas with you. Instead it was with my good friends. What does that tell you? Nothing actually, absolutely nothing..

The anatomy of life.

2008-12-24T19:12:00.000+08:00

Life isn't "then", neither is it "when". Life is "this", "here" and "now".

I'm happy.

2008-12-23T18:11:00.000+08:00

I'm happy for my dearest friends. I'm happy for everyone around me. I'm happy for those that are happy. I'm happy for my family. I'm happy for the lovers who have just gotten back together. I'm happy for the husband who just discovered his wife toy-boy. I'm happy for the children that run around at the neighbourhood playground. I'm happy for the early bird that gets the fattest worm. I'm happy for the seagulls that find their mates. I'm happy for magicians that successfully execute a trick. I'm happy for the woman who just found her wedding ring under the sink. I'm happy for the boy who just leveled up in Maple. I'm happy for the kid who finally turned 10 this December. I'm happy for the baby that finally stopped crying. I'm happy for the people out there who have finally realized Santa's never gonna' make their wishes come true. I'm happy for Lady Sarcasm that runs loops around Pasir Ris.

I'm happy for you.

Beautiful.

2008-12-20T01:51:00.000+08:00

Your eyes are off-the-hinge.

Reminiscence.

2008-12-17T01:10:00.000+08:00

I ran into her yesterday, and all those memories flooded into my brain. She said she was fine. She sure looked fine to me, all dressed up and looking awesome. It's been what, 3 years? Okay maybe even more since i last laid my eyes on her. And boy has she changed, what used to be baby fats is now tanned skin and a body with the curves. Dressed in a light blue dress, she looked absolutely stunning although i had no idea why she was dressed for the occasion. Her hair was what caught my eyes, it used to be all curly. Now it's wavy and silk-like, the way a girl's hair should be. We chatted for awhile, reminiscing about our younger days when we used to play together in primary school, when we ate pizza together on her birthday. I still remembered she gave me a pen with my name on it. She asked me whether i still had that pen in my posession, which i replied with a sad "No".

Still wondering whether i'll be allowed to go to school tomorrow to see the sec4s take their 'N' Level results. I'll just show up outside school and try to sneak into the hall.

For the new to come, the old must go.

2008-12-15T20:27:00.000+08:00

Work today was totally crappy, i can't remember how many cereal bowls and cups i broke. At least Taufiq the manager just laughed it off, to my many sighs of relief. What's more i dropped the cup of hot chocolate i was preparing, seriously clumsy pls. I was having a normal and jovial chat with Nadyah, until she told me she was MARRIED and had a DAUGHTER. I was like, wtf wtf wtf? *stares at her in disbelief* And i thought we had something special going on Nadyah, ahaha!(just kidding :D) Anyone interested in having a romantic dinner at Desire, the Scarlet Hotel restaurant? Well, they've already started preparing for Valentine's Day 2009, it's a 6 course meal with complimentary champagne, but here's the catch. The predicted price PER PERSON is around $512. Yes ladies and gentlemen, not $5.12 or $51.20 but $512!

And i messaged mrNg, he says he'll get clearance for me to be a full-timer during the secondary one orientation camp at school next year, meaning i'll be helping out and entertaining little lower sec kids. Muahaha, Joycelyn and co. are most probably involved too, it'll be soooo fun! Can't wait for next year, so many revelations and discoveries await my friends and i. First to come would be the 'O' Level results, then joining an entirely new school. Then the orientation camp. Oh man, 2009's gonna' be one heck of a year, hopefully similar to 2008 but yet totally different. More action and adventures, minus the heartbreaks and heartaches. And of course.. less of Yan Xiang's drooling in classroom episodes.

Color my senses cherry Red.

2008-12-14T20:28:00.000+08:00

I'm just delirious, because you were never serious. You're so infamous for leaving me a mess.

Love.

2008-12-13T16:39:00.000+08:00

You could be happy, but i wouldn't know because you weren't happy the day i watched you go. And all the things i really wished i had not said, are played on loops until it's just madness in my head. Is it too late to remind you how we once were? But not our last days of your silence and my errors. Most of what i remember, makes me absolutely sure i should have stopped you from walking out the door. You should be happy, i earnestly hope you are. You made me happier than i had ever been by far. Somehow everything i own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment i wish it's all not true. You go ahead and do the things you've always wanted to, things you think make you look cool. More than anything i wanna see you grow, into a fine young woman with happiness, confidence and love no matter where you go.

Gravity of my Universe.

2008-12-12T00:12:00.000+08:00

Haven't been blogging lately, too occupied with the hustle and bustle of everyday life of an adolescent male living in a metropolitan S'pore, amidst the economic crisis and environmental pollution, which by the way is killing us a cell at a time.

Working at Chijmes was great, made a bunch of new friends who all knew me before i even got to know them because of some silly incident of which i do not wish to remember. Jessie was extremely funny, eating the leftover wedding cake in the kitchen. Started work at Scarlet Hotel today, morning shift starts at 7am and ends approximately around 12pm. I'm basically the Bartender, i make all the drinks for the guests of the hotel, who by the way have to be filthy rich. From your usual Cappucino to something you might not be used to seeing like Sourz Apple wine. Farid and Marv from work are extremely friendly, especially Farid when he tries to act gay with the china dude.

Can't wait to get Ivory from the pet shop, she'll be the newest addition to my family although my parents still do not know i'm getting a 4 month old female Siberian Husky as a early Christmas present to myself.

Either you live and learn, or you crash and burn. But you must always gotta have the strength to pry your way out of the wreckage and rebuild what's left, always. Do what you gotta' do, for the sake of your loved ones and for the ones you love so desperately it hurts to see them hurt themselves.

I've got a distinct feeling you're the one.

2008-12-04T19:49:00.000+08:00

Haven't been doing much today, woke up at like 11am. Been using the comp right up to now. Played quite a few matches of DotA. Then moved on to watching the drama "90210" online. It's a really great series, haven't finished the entire thing yet though. But i will soon! And for people out there who haven't heard of a band by the name of "Augustana", you should not waste another second. Go tune in to their music, they're really awesome and i'm hooked on their songs. With country/soul songs like "Boston" and "Hey Now", anyone who listens will feel the same way i do about them!

Rest. Shame. Love.

2008-12-03T22:07:00.000+08:00

These few words keep reverberating in my mind.

I'm the blood in your veins.

I'm the cold when it rains.

I'm your heart when it breaks.

I'm the truth to your lie.

I'm your tears when you cry.

I will love you day and night.

Fishes in the sea, are abundant.

2008-12-01T13:55:00.000+08:00

The 180 event by Victory Family was quite interesting to be honest, definitely wasn't as bad how i foresaw it would be. No cult rituals and sacrifices taking place at any altars to some demon goddess, right Joyna? I met up with Alex, Yan Xiang, Philbert and Darryl at the entrance of WhiteSands, then we made our way to Tampines Interchange. That was the rendezvous point set by Beverley and Shannon(who was wearing a shirt i wanna' buy!).

They shouldn't smoke actually, it's bad for health and it pollutes the already choking and suffocating environment, TSK! After their little environment-polluting session, we hiked over to Century Square for lunch. After the munching, insulting, complaining how little Alan ate and how much food he wastes, we went back to the Interchange and there we saw Nikki, Joyna, Shannon, Beverley(who left earlier with Shannon) and Jaena. While the guys stood there, blocking people's road and getting pissed off stares from some disapproving man, i chatted with the girls. Nikki and Shannon left to buy a cake for who i found out to be the emcee for the "180" event later on, Gladys right?

At the event, which is at Yishun, we realised there were many people, almost all teens and youths. And the thing is, everywhere you turn your head, you'll see some really beautiful girls. And Yan Xiang as usual, starts fighting with Alex to try(in vain) to attract some of the pretty damsels' attention. I think i might join Joyna's church, just to see the girls again. Yes i know it's punishable by God's law to go to church just to possibly enhance one's love life. If that's the case, you gotta' do better than just striking me with lightning dear God.

We played UNO and Murderer in the Board Games Room, which is located just beside Manicure Booth, which i didn't get the chance to experience, partly because those people were serious about painting my nails with some color that probably wouldn't compliment my skin tone. I was playing UNO and talking to Hui Min on MSN at the same time via my phone, and that stupid girl mistook me for another Chris! Even while sitting down i noticed this poor and lonely and really pretty girl standing at the doorway doing nothing. She had long hair(wooo!), was wearing a backpack which was really cute and she had that like rebellious kind of look on her face. I'm pretty sure Yan Xiang was looking at her, hahaha loser!

After the games everyone was ordered out of the room into the hallway. The main event was about to begin. And Joyna came to me and she said : "Oioioi, come here! Alot of pretty girls hor? Come come, show me which one you think is pretty, i wanna' know what's your type!". Silly girl sia Joyna Chua. And she wasn't lying because if you were with me yesterday, you'd be amazed by the fact that so many cute/pretty/beautiful/hot girls could even be in the same room and not start fighting to be crowned the "Fairest of them All". There was a group of girls standing beside us, and us means the guys. As usual, Yan Xiang purposely stood right beside them and tried to pick a fight with me, dude you gotta' pick up new tricks to getting noticed man. Darryl was in a trance, and kept staring at this one girl, who was pretty but looked too much like an ahlian for my liking, and he got caught! As in, the girl caught him staring at her and he was cursing, out of embarrassment!

The main event was okay, some huge room with a stage and music and some Pastor with a hilarious sense of humour preaching. There were games and a dance competition, which region 11/12 won hands down. Prizes such as a digital camera and an iPod Nano were given out to guest of the event. After everything had ended, we stuck around for more girl-scouting, babe-watching and chick-capturing before we went downstairs. And there was this one girl in particular, whom we met right at the start before the event, at Tampines Interchange. She's really good looking, height, hair and all but Joyna told me she was Sec1, which is like baby compared to me, hehe! And that perverted Philbert kept commenting about her bag strap and how it flattened her chest and i was like : "Huh? What the hell has that got to do with me..". Sick bastard you are Philbert! Okay to cut an already long story short, we returned to Tampines Interchange with a group of church friends via bus 969. From there we took bus 21 to Downtown East. I walked Joyna home, a trip which she claimed was very long but was infact extremely short, then i rejoined the rest meaning the guys, Beverley and Shannon and Lavette and some girl from PRCS. Had dinner at Subway, actually i only ate 3 chocolate chip cookies. Chatted with Beverley and Shannon on bus 12 until Simei(where they got off). Went home. Watched Chelsea lose to Arsenal at Stamford Bridge(YES!). Slept.

The city of Manchester(sucks).

2008-11-27T19:34:00.000+08:00

It's a rivalry that has polarised a city for 127 years, where the Reds of United take on the Blues of City. Always a highly anticipated, hotly contested affair, the match is one of the highlights of the season not just between the players, but between fans as well.

The match provides an opportunity for United fans to remind Blues supporters just how many trophies Sir Alex Ferguson's men have won in the past decade. And it is a chance for City fans to tease United stalwarts that their club is not actually in Manchester, with Old Trafford situated just outside the city boundaries. Much of the rivalry is also built around the debate of which club is the more successful, with each having extended spells of dominance over the other. United have been a force in world football since the 1990s, with the standout highlight being their treble winning campaign of 1999. However it was City who were the most successful during the 1960s and 70s, winning several major trophies.

The history of the derby stretches back to the 12th November 1881, when St Mark's entertained their visitors, Newton Heath LYR. The Heathens ran out 3-0 winners, and so a passionate derby was born. St Mark's would be renamed Manchester City while, over time, Newton Heath would take the name that would become synonymous with football the world over - Manchester United.

Since the Premier League was formed in 1992, United have had the upper hand, winning 12 of the 22 derby matches. Four of City's five wins have come at home, with the fifth being their historic 2-1 victory at Old Trafford in the 2007/08 season. There has been five draws. Since the turn of the millennium, arguably the most memorable contest between the two came at Old Trafford last season. On the 50th anniversary of the Munich air disaster, City completed the league double over their rivals, having already beaten them 1-0 at the City of Manchester Stadium earlier in the season. On an emotional day for all connected with the Old Trafford club, a minute's silence was impeccably observed, with both sets of fans given scarves to mark the occasion. United, in a replica kit circa 1958, lost their first match to City at Old Trafford since Denis Law helped to relegate his former club in 1974. Eriksson's men completed an historic league double over their rivals thanks to goals from Darius Vassell and debutant Benjani Mwaruwari. United's Michael Carrick scored an injury time consolation, but it was not enough to prevent City from denting United's title hopes. The Blues will be hoping they can stretch their impressive run against their neighbours just that little bit further when they take them on at the City of Manchester Stadium on Sunday 30th November. Fresh from a rousing 3-0 victory against Arsenal, Mark Hughes' men will fancy themselves to pull off another upset.

I was hanging up my laundry when i looked into the washing machine and saw my ipod earpiece. They went through an entire cycle, yet when i plugged them into the computer, they worked just fine. Guess when they were made, the manufacturers foresaw that idiots like me would leave the earpiece in the back pocket of our pants, so they made them washing machine-proof. Hah..

Hilary "Hypocrite" Clinton!

2008-11-26T19:33:00.000+08:00

Guess what? Hilary Clinton, wife of ex-President Bill Clinton has been named as the new Minister of Defence by Barrack Obama! Y'know, it's such hypocrisy that makes our world so interesting and controversial. There used to be fiery battles, centering around politics, heated rallies with Americans, shouting in support of the speaker's every word. Now, everything has faded into the distance, now America is ready for a new ruler, one who will be revolutionary in his stride towards world peace, saving the failing economy and most of all, stop the fighting of troops in the Middle East. That is the promise the first black President, Barrack Obama has promised. Hilary Clinton and Barrack Obama used to be enemies on the political front, now they're practically eating out of each other's spoons. So you see, that's the irony of the universe. If someone shows you an open door, people will snatch the chance without even thinking about their past relationship.

America - Without doubt the most powerful nation in the world. Yet they are also biased, biased beyond reason! They have numerous submarines, patrolling the waters of the world, each containing dozens of nuclear warheads, each with the power to kill 50 million people, 1/3 of the population of Russia. Yet, they choose to meddle in the nuclear affairs of countries they consider a danger to the rest of the world ; North Korea and Iran. What gives them the right to boss these countries around? What gives them the right to demand that these lesser nations terminate all nuclear activity? They claim that they cause such interruption because they are looking out for the rest of the world, acting as protectors and safeguarding the remaining nations. Yet without such nuclear power, these drought plagued, epidemic struck countries are finding it hard to even have a proper meal. All this happening while the Americans sit in their fancy restaurants, expensive suites eating caviar, salmon and what not. Who is the terrorist, who is the one starving, who is the one claiming to fight for the greater good?

Everyday i spend with you is the best day of my life.

2008-11-25T18:52:00.000+08:00

Another quiz, from Joyna(hottie)'s blog!

Layer 1 : On the outside.
1. Name : Christian.
2. Birth Date : 25th July.
3. Current Status : I don't get the question.
4. Eye Color : Dark brown, almost black.
5. Hair Color(s) : Off black(that's what my Mum says).
6. Right or Lefty : Lefty!

Layer 2 : On the Inside.
1. My heritage : My Mum's S'porean, My Dad's Korean.
2. Fears : Have no fear, Christian is here!
3. My weaknesses : I tend to be too merciful, always giving in to people.
4. My perfect pizza : Hawaiian, definitely!

Layer 3 : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow.
1. My thoughts first waking up : Bloody hell, why couldn't the dream continue until the part where i kiss her?
2. My bedtime : Nowadays it's always around 1-2am.
3. My most missed memory : I can't really remember what happened during my secondary 3 life, but those are the most missed. 3/4 - 2006!

Layer 4 : My Pick.
1. Pepsi or Coke : Coke!
2. McDonald's or Burger King : Burger King.
3. Single or Group Dates : Single, definitely!
4. Adidas or Nike : Vapouuuuur!(Nike).
5. Tea or Nestea : Teh Peng!
6. Chocolate or Vanilla : Chocolate, but only if it's ice cream.
7. Cappuccino or Coffee : Cappuccino!

Layer 5 : Do you..
1. Smoke : Nope, *cough cough*.
2. Curse : I swear to god i don't fucking curse.
3. Take a shower : Okay, stupid question. Who came up with this quiz?
4. Have a crush : Yup!
5. Think you've been in love : Who cares when it's already over right?
6. Go to school : Not right now, sob sob. *waves to PRCS in the distance*.
7. Want to get married : Hell yea!
8. Believe in yourself : That depends on the situation.
9. Think you're a health freak : I brush my teeth once a week..

Layer 6 : In the past.
1. Drank alcohol : Yes, on those special occasions only.
2. Gone to the mall : Who writes these questions, stupid person.
3. Been on stage : Most recently, during my O's paper. Guess i was talking too much.
4. Eaten Sushi : Yes ma'am/sir.
5. Dyed your hair : Never, doubt i ever will.

Layer 7 : Have you ever..
1. Stripped : Wouldn't mind actually, but for a fee!
2. Changed who you were to fit in : I like myself the way i am, no changes.

Layer 8 : Age you're hoping..
1. To be married : 21, muahaha!
2. Get a job : Godspeed!

Layer 9 : In a girl.
1. Best eye color : It's not the color that matters, it's the emotions.
2. Best hair color : It's not the color that matters, it's how it smells.
3. Short hair or Long hair : It's not the length that matters, just how it looks when a gust of wind blows by(but i love long hair).

Layer 10 : What were you doing.
1. A minute ago : Hanging up some laundry.
2. Hour ago : Calling someone a noob while playing Dota.
3. Hours ago : Dota(it's an obsession).
4. 1 month ago : My math paper i think, can't rmb!
5. Years ago : Who gives a shit.

Layer 11 : Finish the sentence.
1. I love : Cameron Diaz.
2. I feel : like hugging her forever.
3. I hate : Posers.
4. I hide : her in my closet when my parents are home.
5. I miss : not having things and people that i've let go around me.
6. I need : Your love. A suitable job. A Macbook.

Cantonment ah, cantonment.

2008-11-25T12:42:00.000+08:00

I told Joyna i'd do her quizzes, so here goes.

1. List four random items you have.
an iPhone(woo!), a yellow pencil box, a yellow wallet and an EZ-Link card.

2. Have you ever slept in the back of a car?
Is a back of a van counted?

3. Have you recently dyed your hair/cut it?
Just got it cut, on the day of Graduation Night to be precise.

4. List four people that you look up to the most.
Truth be told, i don't look up to anyone. Period.

5. How many pets do you own as of now?
Ng Yan Xiang = 1 and a half pet.

6. Which do you prefer white or black?
Black, only shirts though.

7. Who is your most played character?
Knight Davion aka. Dragon Knight on DotA!

8. Choose one or the other, not both : Being stuck on an island with a friend. Or being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances.
Being stuck on an island in the middle of the Mediterranean with a friend, a close friend that i'm starting to fall in love with(female of course).

9. Name three aspects that tell who you are.
Cheeky. Rebellious. Independent.

10. If you could have a power what would it be?
I wanna' be able to shapeshift into anything or anyone i desire.

11. Who was the last person you talked to?
My sister.

12. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?
Christine, but i said "love you too" only. Does that count?

13. Write down the first 5 words that pop into your head.
Your head or my head?

14. What's one thing you wish you could do better?
Be bolder in admitting my true feelings.

15. Do you like the way you are?
Of course i do, i wouldn't trade me for anyone else.

16. Choose : summer or winter?
Summer, when the leaves turn into the same color as the sky before the sun disappears into the horizon.

17. Rain or snow?
Rain.

18. Water or ice.
Water.

19. List two odd things about yourself.
I'm always biting my lips.
I can't seem to stop harassing and making a nuisance of myself when i'm around people.

20. Which are two of your bad habits?
I can't sit still.
I think too much.

Tag 6 people who should do this quiz.
I'm cutting down on question 19, answer number 2. So do it if it pleases you.

What if i say i'll never surrender?

2008-11-24T00:35:00.000+08:00

If love were a species of bird, she'd be the most beautiful of all nightingales.
If love were a wave, she'd be the tallest of all tsunamis, like the feelings that wash me over when i see her.
If love were a television show, she need not be a blockbuster movie, just the very show that i could watch over and over again.
If love were a war, i'd be the commander of her fleet, her army.
If love were a species of dog, she'd be a bulldog, protective of her owner and not afraid to show her feelings.
If love were a building, she'd be the Louvre Museum of Paris at night, where the starry skies watch over her.
If love were a clothing size, she'd be size 6, just nice for my arms around her waist.
If love were a side dish, she'd be Kimchi, a right mixture of sweet, salty, sour and bitter, perfect with rice.
If love were a color, she'd be the brightest of yellows, yellow like nightingales, yellow like the butterflies fluttering in my insides everytime i catch a glimpse of her.
If love were a choice i got to make, i'd love her day in day out, no regrets and absolutely no chances i'd let slip.

Hippy chicks. Sassy dudes.

2008-11-19T11:01:00.000+08:00

Hottest girl ever to walk the grounds of PRCS. Joyna Chua, i'll forever remember your funny actions and extremely lame jokes. We'll always be good friends okay? You have a special place in my heart my dear friend.

Latifah? Hope i spelled it right, I'll miss all the times we've had in art class. Umaimah, Suhailah and you, really hilarious. Continue staring at chinese boys okay? Hahaha! When i go back to visit next year, i'll see you in a sec5 class girl!

Shazreen! Shazreen! Shazreen! Prom queen aka MsCrestian! I'll miss smiling at you when we see each other along the corridors, while we're walking up the stairs and in the canteen. You look wonderful, it was my pleasure to have taken a photo with you babe! (:

The only Malay boy from my class that bothered to turn up, screw the rest of em'. Faisal, take care bro. I'll miss all the times we've had together, talking about soccer at the back of the class during lessons and definitely the awesome Thursdays after school when we played soccer together. Don't let what other ppl around you say get to your head, you're smart and you know it my friend!

Hey Grace! Thanks for letting me sleep every single chemistry lesson, hope it doesn't come back and bite me when i collect my results. She was always a great inspirer, no matter how bad my reputation in school was, she always said i'd grow up and be someone great. Thanks alot cher, i'll come back and visit you okay? Just stop calling "ah di".

This picture Weiji extra, i taking he just suddenly sehbok and join in, tsk! This is Mrs Pretty Sheri, taught me in sec3, when i was at the peak of my cheekiness. Ask students of 3/4 2006, they'll explain. Well, she has never shouted at me, never. She'll have a place in my heart as a godmother, take care my dear pretty!

June Henry, i'll miss the times when we happen to meet each other at the school bus stop. Then she'll ask me stupid questions that she already knows the answers to. She used to be the stuff of nightmares when i was in lower sec because i always played truant during cca timing. Sorry for the mess i made.

Taken at the E-hub toilet, i wasn't ready actually. I tell you Guo Xin thinks he's so suave, i wanna' kick him in the nuts so hard.

Outside Subway at Downtown East. I wouldn't allow them to take the picture without me. The sandwich was absolutely awesome. *licks his lips*

Mr Ling Yang Chang, best art teacher ever. His only rival would be Mr Razak. I really wanna' thank this special man for all the hard work and effort he's put into all the art students. He's ill and yet he painstakingly comes back to help us out. Thank you for the Gustav Klimt inspirations and the orange fishes. He hates Mr Ong too, no surprise there.

Coffee Express at around 3-4am. I'll miss seeing these faces from Monday to Friday from 7am to 2pm for the rest of my life. Friendships are forged. Brotherhoods are decreed.

Special girls Jia Hui and Denise. I walked halfway to 230, then suddenly decided to turn back and get a photo with them. Mustn't let something slip away. Was super happy i went back. See Alex's arms around them? That was supposed to be me you flirt!

Wonder whether Jia Hui will read this or not, muahaha! Two Mighty Short girls! They said they just happened to be passing by when they realised it was prom night. Yea right, you two were looking at guys right? Tsk.

Pretty woman, walking down the street! Prettiest nerd in the world hugged me first, so i returned the favour. She looked fabulous that day, stunning too. Boys don't drool alright, she's got high standards and many criteria that you have to meet should you wanna' date this girl. She'll grow up to be a fine young woman. Still rmb she cheated me in mahjong. But nevertheless, i'll miss her dearly. But she'll be fine, there're many boys waiting to catch her if she falls.

This is one spoilt kid i tell ya. Dennis ah Dennis, don't step pro in dota all the time. One day i'll put together a team that'll thrash your sorry asses back to momma. He's another i'll be seeing in a sec5 class next year, for sure.

Now this, is one special man/teacher/mentor/guardian/friend. Home tutor of 5/2, and forever will be. I wonder how many times when we assembled outside our classes for flag raising, and he's there telling my friends and i to keep quiet for just a few minutes so we won't get into trouble. Usually we obey, for like 2 seconds then we start talking again. He has a unique voice though, very soothing and serene. He always tells me the other teachers speak highly of me and have placed high hopes upon my shoulders. I won't let you down sir. I salute you my dear teacher.

Up till now, i still don't know whether Shahira is the class chairperson, or does that position belong to Nikki. Anyway, she's been with me for 2 years now, although i've known her for quite some time. She, coupled with her best friend Surianna always tease me, and i'll really miss them both after we go our seperate ways. I think i still owe you 2 bucks for the class fund right? Haahahaaha!

Let's just say, Pasir Ris Crest Secondary School would be a much nicer place without this man/tormentor/lecturer on stage/proud piece of shit around. But i do have to thank him for letting me come back to school although he expelled me in the middle of 2006. Mr James Ong everybody!

Gayboy, Mr Azhar. I still rmb the Rasputin song he played in my class when he was reliefing when i was sec3. I better go find that song soon, hahah! Was looking for Mdm Phyllis Tan when i stumbled upon him in his office packing something away. Or was he watching porn, it's for the audience to decide. His voice is so weird, there's like something stuck inside his throat or smth, i don't know for sure. But anyway, he'll be remembered too for sure. Wonder why so many female students and ex-students have a crush on him. For god's sake he's so gay!

What can i say? I've known this doggy since i entered prcs as a young boy aspiring to be someone big in this world, and now i'm leaving prcs as a rebellious young man and he's still there. Many would say, i spent 4/5 years in secondary school. But not this person, he'd say i spent 6 years(and possibly one more) in PRCS. We've had our fair share of arguments and fights(most notably the one during chinese class when we were sec4), but we're always brothers. Right Belvin Tan Beng Kok?

This is the best and worst English teacher you can get in PRCS. Good because he gives you a shitload of nonsensical jokes and lame stuff. Bad because he contradicts himself by reporting you to the discipline committee even though he claims he's fighting for the greater good. He taught me when i was sec3, and i don't rmb handing in much homework because even though he gave out threats, he never collected homework. So boys and girls, let's just pray hard and hope he is/isn't your English teacher next year.

One thing i really feel was downright unfair to me during my time at PRCS was that i was never taught by the one and only Ms Jennifer Chua. She's so old that she calls everyone "kiddos" or "children". She's got a great sense of fashion actually, which is extremely rare and almost extinct in teachers nowadays. I'm pretty sure if she had taught me Combined Humanites, i wouldn't have rushed like a rat running from a cat on the day of my SS and Geography exams to remember the facts. I still remember she wanted to punch me on the day of the prom. All because i told her not to eat too much or she'd get fat.

Greatest math teacher ever, thank god she took over our class midway through the year or we'd all have failed maths without even needing to collect the results. She's like a mother to me you know, and she's never once raised her voice at me let alone our class. Thank you for staying back until 12am in school to teach me math a day before paper 2. My cumulative graph question is sure to get fulls marks. I'll be visiting you often so don't miss my presense Mum. I'm still looking forward to going to your house(where your hot niece will be) and baking those oreo cheesecakes which could become a worldwide hit someday!

Know the advertisement where the chimpanzee goes : "Hi, i'm Paul!"? No.. Okay nvm forget it. This is Mr Paul Ng, he used to be so lenient until he was appointed Discipline Master. But he still closed one eye when he saw us doing stuff around the school that would usually get a normal student prosecuted and hanged. I wonder what he's doing with his hand, am i that hot? Muacks.

Okay guys, that's about it. There are a few more, i'll have to search through other students' blogs and friendster to obtain them. I'll be writing a thousand word essay on my time at PRCS, and it's wonderful staff and students really soon. As for now, that's all i have. Have to rush off to a wake now, meeting at 7pm, and i'm already running late.

As for my stalker, i know she's reading this right now, hahahahah! Meet up some time aight? You know who you are honey. And i'm not sad okay, i'm just feeling deep and sensitive right now. Sometimes i lie on my bed at like 2am in the morning and i just can't go to sleep because thoughts of my life at PRCS flashes in my mind, and i don't want to ever leave that wonderful place y'know?

Shower time. Care to join me?

Arrest the young and rich.

2008-11-18T17:44:00.000+08:00

I think i'm gonna' give up on finding that lost charger. No more prom photos, boohoo. They weren't very nice anyway. I wasn't even in the mood to smile, it's like a plastic "wear-on" face. I don't even know what to say. I'm fresh out of the shower, hair still wet and messy. I'm half sittiing, half falling out of my chair. Got a can of coke and wondering what to say after this sentence. Hmmm, oh yea! I need a job so if anyone has any recommendations, kindly let me know. I'd prefer jobs that actually involve interaction, not like picking up phone calls (weimin's suggestion). Something like waitering at a restaurant would be awesome. And somewhere with lotsa ppl, not some freaking weird place that no one bothers to even think about. i want a new environment, i wanna meet new people!

Diabolical dragons dancing deliriously.

2008-11-17T15:22:00.000+08:00

The following pictures were taken by this special special girl. Joyna Chua! Happy now kiddo? The credits are all yours! (:

Look look, i should've won the Whittest Teeth category, not Jordan!

Iced Lychee. Or was it Longan?

Cheryl i think, or is it one of the many girls you have?

Belvin : So how's Cheryl and the kids?
Alex : Cheryl's fine, so are my 1349734591 kids.
Belvin : Wah, you guys really have wonderful nights in bed huh?

Erm Alex, mind giving me some of your Soursop?

Sorry i haven't gotten my prom photos up yet. The charger for my Canon camera mysteriously disappeared. I'm suspecting foul play here. But have no fear my dear audience, i do in fact have some photos, taken by Joyna Chua who happened to be sitting infront of me and messing with my iphone. Taken after prom night, in the wee hours of morning at around 2-4am. We were at Coffee Express, eating dessert and chatting. Shannon and Beverley joined us too, where've you been you madly-in-love fools!

Oh btw, if anyone knows how to put movies into iTunes, kindly contact me. I've asked Beverley and her way doesn't seem to be working. Maybe i'm doing smth wrong. Seriously. How to put movies into iPhones. Let me know, let me know!

Fathers be good to your Daughters,

2008-11-16T16:27:00.000+08:00

Prom photos and dedications can wait.

This is for all your guys out there, and i mean every single one. If you love her, don't ever let her go, you got that? Because a man without a woman, a female companion, is as good as a goldfish out of it's bowl. You'll never have the satisfaction of calling her your own when you're with your friends if you don't acknowledge the fact that you're in love, in love with the girl of your dreams. You put aside your pride for one moment, you put aside all your previous loves and you just be yourself when you're in her mesmerizing presence, you hold her tight and never let her go. Because fights will come along and hinder your progress, but these disagreements and arguments are outshined by the good times you and her will share in due time. Because in the confusion and the aftermath, she will be your signal fire, and the only resolution and the only joy, is the faint spark of forgiveness in her eyes. Boys, you can be strong and soldier on. But you boys would be gone without the warmth from a girl's good, good heart. So you guys, please look after the one you love, do not shy away from anything she asks of you, for that will only get worse with time. Pick up after her, clean up after her because in the end she will appreciate what you've done for her, and that in turn will make your relationship stronger. And when you're on the verge of destroying something so precious and fragile, remember the good times you two have shared, remember how her hair smelt, how her waist felt, how she held you in her arms, how you said you'd protect her from all of life's harm, and the very first time she said she loved you, and meant every single word. Do not regret, because even though regrets are part of life, do not do something you will regret, especially not with the one you love and treasure more than anything in your life. When she's finally gone, the heartache, the indescribable feeling you try to pinpoint, will ruin you. And when you try your best to pick up and continue with your now miserable existence, you will discover a void left behind, a vacuum where she used to occupy and keep you alive with her sweet giggling and adorable actions. It's like the song goes. "What hurts the most, was being so close and having so much to say, and watching you walk away". So fathers, please be good to your daughters. Because your daughters will love like you do, and your girls become lovers, who turn into mothers, so mothers be good to your daughters too. So for all you guys out there reading this, remember she will keep you sane in times of insanity, she will be the gravity of your universe, she will be the one there for you when your world is crumbling. So never, ever let her go. This is for my friends too, who are still struggling in life to find the perfect one, even though they don't believe in true love. I've finally realised what it truly means to be in love. Have you?

I know a girl, she puts the color inside of my world. But she's just like a maze, where all of the walls all continually change. And i've done all i can, to stand on her steps with my heart in my hand. But now i'm starting to see, maybe it's got nothing to do with me..

Put away the crack before the crack puts you away.

2008-11-12T18:16:00.000+08:00

Shopping is damn retarded, a freakin' unwanted hassle and a chance to see pretty girls in town. I went unwillingly to get my grad night stuff yesterday, if grad wasn't that important to me i'd have stayed at home and dota. My Mum gave me 150 to shop and guess what? I spent 175, god dammit. Black top. White pants. White shoes, which my Mum specifically told me not to get because she claims only playboys wear white leather shoes. I like playboys. *licks his lips*. The owner of the shop was really funny, kept calling me "boy boy", hahaha! She has this cute shop assistant, and WeiJi took her number from her. UNBELIEVABLE! Her name's Vernice( i think ) and she saw me in my boxers because some morons kept pulling away the curtain while i was changing, so did a few customers. She was giggling and i wanted to cry. Overall, shopping was totally and unexpectedly fun.

She says i can only marry her, not her Mum.

2008-11-02T22:55:00.001+08:00

I love our conversations, they're so funny. She makes me smile at myself while i'm reading her messages. She says i make her sound like a cartoon. I tell her she's the cartoon i can watch over and over again and never get bored. Yes, that's how she makes me feel. And her little brother, hahahahah! He's the cutest guy i've ever met, yet she always bullies him, tsk.. He's not a burden okay, if you don't want him anymore, i'll gladly adopt him.

I asked her to give me her Mum's number, so i can woo her instead. She got angry, said she didn't wanna' talk to me anymore, hehe! As if that'd ever happen kiddo! I'll fight her Dad too, just to take her Mum's hand in marriage. She says she won't allow that, i can only marry her. I wouldn't mind actually, you're so hilarious.

I love you, you're my kind of cartoon.

They paved paradise to put up a parking lot.

2008-10-31T00:34:00.000+08:00

One kills Iraqi people for fun, the other eradicates the Jews. Great leaders of their time.

Library outing was fun. So much for "I'll supervise you while you're doing your work!". So nonsensical, hahaha! Spent the better part of like 3 hours talking crap and listening to her speak at like the speed of light, not to mention those hilariouuuuuuuus youtube videos. She's so sick. Loved the revolutionary technique of peeling a banana though, i might try it one day.

I want a MacBook pls.

If you know what's for your own good, don't study with her, period. She look at me. I look at her. We burst out laughing. I sigh. She tells me not to. I stare at her. And she does that stupid thing with her fringe. And it's back to searching through her blog archives for "fun facts". Honking fail.

Damn funny, seriously seriously. Anyone who's bored with their pathetic life and wants to add a tinge of spice to it, go to her blog. You'll have to find out who "her" is, she might turn me to stone with her head of sinister snakes if i tell on her. Little hint : Blog Archives, June-November of 2006!

Ah, life is great. I'm making so many friends, making greater friends out of the friends i already have. I swear to god(sorry) that this is the happiest times of my life, not kidding or trying to sound corny. Even my teachers are becoming my friends, i feel so close to everyone, i'm becoming a girl. God save us all.. Thanks Mrs.See btw, for putting aside your duties as a Mother to your children and blah blah blah to teach us late into the night. My cumulative graph confirm full marks, don't worry!

Hey, you wanna get married and run away? I don't mind actually, it'll be simple but deep and really romantic. No fancy gizmos and nosy-parkers.

We keep insulting people, i don't know why! You guys don't know us at all, we laugh at old people when they fall. But what would you expect with a conscience so small? We like having fun at other people's expenses, cutting people down is just a minor offence and it's none of your concern, i guess we'll never learn. I'm sick of being told to wait my turn.

Heaven must be missing an angel, because i have one with me this very moment, aww..

Her presence is appreciated.

2008-10-28T16:50:00.001+08:00

These are drawings by Julian Beever, my favourite artist of all time. He uses only chalk and usually works on surfaces such as bricked floors. All of his drawings were done on flat surfaces. Like the parade square! Visual trickery. He's awesome.

My art paper 2 on the other hand isn't looking as good, i'm so screwed. It's due tomorrow and i've got a shitload more to complete. Guess i'm not gonna have any sleep tonight. I messaged Christine the whole of last night, not forgetting the wee hours of morning too. She is so weird/funny/thick-skinned/nonsensical. But she's still my Medusa, muahaha! Can't wait to go out and study with her, it'll be absolutely awesome!

If you don't want me to be a hassle, just tell me straight okay. I'd hate to be an intruder in your life, it's not like me to be that way. Tsk.

Dylan. Christine.

2008-10-27T14:58:00.000+08:00

The past few days have been absolutely awesome. Almost everything's back to normal, no more troubles, except for my O level Art Paper 2, which i swear is sapping the life out of me. I'm sorry i didn't go out with you guys, especially you. I wanted to go out so badly but i couldn't, art was too important, sorry.

Messaged Christine for like the entire day/midnight/morning/afternoon/night. I have to admit, she's wonderful, absolutely wonderful. It's like an intimate relationship with one of your best friends/sister/mother. She's everything to me, she helps, she inspires, she cares. I can't thank you in words sis, really can't. I've known her since sec1, and nothing can take away the experiences we've shared throughout the years, not since we sat at the back of class and chatted during chinese lessons when we just enrolled in secondary school to the point in time when we took our prom pictures together. I've even agreed to name my future daughter : Christine, after her future godmother. You'll make a great Mum, hahaha! I've told you things i've never shared with anyone else, so you better guards those secrets with your life i tell you!

Okay off to do my art, 4 pieces to go, and only 2 more days. Thanks sis!

Oh yar almost forgot! Aheeeem.. IN YOUR FACE CHELSEA FANS, LIVERPOOL OWNED YOUR SORRY UNCLEAN ASSES! There, all done.. (:

Our lives are inexorably intertwined.

2008-10-24T22:01:00.000+08:00

Think about the dreams in our head, the things we had, the good times before they went bad, think about the plans we had. Just take this time and think about the look in my eyes looking at you. Let me hold you tightly.

I must have said the right things, because you instantly felt warm. I swore i saw you smiling, i swore i saw you laughing and the times we've spent together is gonna' last us quite awhile. I'll take these memories to my grave.

The monsters of the mind are far worse than those that actually exist. Fear, doubt and hate have hamstrung more people than beasts ever have. And love.

I opened my mouth anyway. screw maths.

I have no solution to the sound of this pollution in me.

2008-10-22T22:24:00.000+08:00

Time to get dirty in class! Painted the damn class, because we "vandalized" it. Oh c'mon it was whiteboard markers for God's sake. Had alot of fun though. Tried to catch a glimpse of you, failed miserably..

Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced, i wanna' walk you home just one more time. Put my arms around your shoulders, be your chivalrous knight, be everything you ever wanted from me. Twirl your silky smooth ebony hair between my fingers while we're on the bus and smell the sweetest of aromas. You have stolen my heart, i'm afraid i'll never be the same again.

She's such a teaser, she's such a star. Give me an evening, or give me a night. I'll show you the time, the time of your life. I'll walk you home, safe from the dark. I'll give you my promise, i'll give you my heart. Everytime that we meet, i skip a heartbeat. Always up for a laugh, she's a pain in the arse.

I do love, she does a heartbreak. I did love, till she broke my heart.

She hates me, i love her.

2008-10-21T22:22:00.000+08:00

I'm not haolian-ing but English was a breeze. Today i wrote without doubt(okay maybe some) the best composition i've ever written in my entire life. It was 3 pieces of foolscap long, meaning 6 pages of my ugly handwriting. I couldn't think of anything to write at first, the topic was "Greed" btw. Then suddenly a thought came to mind : piratessssssssss! They're greedy aren't they? Gold and rum and hot women with big bossoms! I expect nothing less than an A1 or i would have seriously let myself and my teachers down. Hall was so bloody cold, i'm pretty sure i'll have only 7-9 toes after O's are done with.

Hmm, i don't know what to do leh. My life is one big mess since she smashed through my window of reality and turned my cupboards into drawers, and vice versa. I'm sorry i'm such a jerk, i'm unpredictable, and jealous, and weird, and a bastard. You said you were alright with it anyway, i took that as a sign. I'm not so charming until you can't pull out of this screwed relationship.

I'm screwed. Dota time.

You'll get over it, you're strong kiddo. Maybe you already have..

I've got all the inspiration i need.

2008-10-20T23:04:00.000+08:00

First of all, i wanna' let out some steam.

You're nothing but the yellow-bellied offspring of a canker-ridden bunter. You're a bastard, you are, an unlicked cub; a dung-splattered, tallow-faced rock-gnasher; a puking villain and a noxious toad; the runty, mewling spawn of a greasy sow(that's female pig for you moron). I wouldn't give you my last crust if you were starving, or a drop of water if you were burning, or a beggar's grave if you were dead. You have pus for marrow and fungus for brains, and you're a scug-backed cheek-biter!

Ahhh, all done. I feel so much better now.

Chemistry i have to admit, was absolutely awesomeeeee. To the extent that the specific topics i studied DID NOT, i repeat DID NOT come out. Bernard was going like "Can throw away chem stuff liao, paper so bloody easy!". Stupid acids, alkalis and H2SO4 and whatever shit. Better buck up for Physics or my combined marks are as good as a thousand dollar note floating in your toilet bowl after your morning business. I don't feel anxious though, just a pang of regret that i did not listen to KAOPEH GIRL : Grace Low, more often in class.

Initiative, initiativee, initiativeee. Sadly i'm not gonna' change for you or anyone else for that matter. I want someone who likes me for who i am, and not who i can be. You're better off with someone else anyway.

God, i need some sleep, though it might not be well-deserved. And special thanks to JOYCELYN CHOO, she keeps nagging and i'm loving it! You're my inspiration sis, you're awesomeeeeeeeee!

zzz..

Everything's gone, life goes on kid.

2008-10-18T15:38:00.000+08:00

Joyna, messing with my iPhone!

Gone, like Frank Sinatra. Gone, like Elvis and his Mum. Like El Pacino's cash nothing lasts in this life. My childhood sweets are gone. Live like there's no tomorrow, everyday we borrow brings us one step to the edge. We're so confident, in our accomplishments, look at our decadence. Life is a day that doesn't last for long. Life is more than money, time was never money. Life is still more than girls, life is more than rock and roll and thrills. All the riches of the Kings end up in wills. We got information in this information age. Oh well, she said he said live like there's no tomorrow kid. Maybe i've been the problem, the one to blame. Believe in Lady Luck and her reputation.

Oooooooo's are so close, it's actually freakin' me out (and believe me i don't freak out easily). .

Maths, check.
English, check.
Art, check.
Physics, check.
Chemistry, god help me..
Combined Humanities, god save me..

I miss heeeeeeeeeeeer! She makes me oh so nuuuumb! I want your symphony singing all that's about me.

VIRGIN POST!

2008-10-18T00:11:00.000+08:00

Never thought this day would come. The day I, Christian Lee, would actually post on my OWN blog. The world is screwed i tell you. I got the inspiration from someone whose name i cannot disclose due to personal reasons. I'll stop here though, my Mum's nagging : "Stop using and go sleep leh.." Like El Pacino's cash, nothing lasts long in this world. I know you're reading this right now Rachel my friend, smile that wonderful smile always kay? Let ABSOLUTELY NOTHING sadden you! (: