it's a bird! it's a plane! you were looking for me?it's amazing how a twist of events can suddenly change my mood 180degrees round, and now i'm happy, i dont know for how long though, but i must say, today was pretty fun, aside from the fact i dragged myself to school to sleep through my lectures and proceed with my practicals with much inattentiveness.
i made my way to tan tock seng with some of the db guys to visit jeffery who's been much better since monday. he's able to joke around now and i'm glad that he's on a jolly good road to recovery. get well soon my boy!
after which i made my way to town to meet skateboard party for a movie and JAY is back from aussy for NS. well that's a new addition to the family! haha. he's still so good on those 4 wheels and wood. still joyful as ever. we all went to watch superman, and i must say, it was quite a good super hero movie. very impressed and i would watch it again when i gather enough funds!
after that it was off to skate! weeeeee! ive not push myself so hard in a long time. we went down to paragon, to smu, etc. and how time passes so fast. i had a blast though i felt i was a bit rusty.
it's now close to 4am in the morning and well i guess ill call it a day. and id have to blame idleness for all my emoness for the few days back. forgive me. i know no one really likes reading such shit. but oh well. i love you all for baring with me through.
so fuck idleness, and hats down for skateboarding =).
i hope this lasts.
uh-oh, i can sense the catastrophe coming back. got to sleep now! goodnight.
charm attack
disco volanteid hate to do this, but i would have to pass on blogging for my emotions still seem to have grip on me.
i on track to perdition and camaraderies that i use to seek have gone away. the bit of solace i find is in sleep, of which i find so hard to attain.
try to relax, slow my heartbeat, only works when i'm dead asleeppaper boat.
goal!call me fickle, but i had to put all the emo-ness away for just this bit of bliss that has been almost the only highlight of my day!
ITALY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1-0 baby! BYE BYE AUSSIES!
the hours
turn around and shoot me from the back. walk awayif there's anything in this world id like to feel right now, it would be the sense of euphoria.
i didnt think it would come to this, where id focus so much on the little bits of problems that i face each day, to then enlarge them up that it devours me within a snap. ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the emo mind of the broken. (ME). yeah, it may seem self proclaimed, but what i feel now, id blog. after all, it's what a blog is for right? i mean, id rather type my emotions than write them down on paper, for one, it would be damn tiring, 2, id hope someone would help me rather than i keep it to myself till the rage or sadness is collected up in a plastic bottle, until sheer pressure causes it to explode. and i cnat imagine what sort of stunt id do.
i'm pretty much buanged for my social life cause i really dont know which direction i'm heading at. ive got so many circle of friends, and i miss the feeling of having a best friend. i dont really care whether it's a guy or lady. id like a friend who'd id share a platonic relationship with, and be able to keep up with it, and just be able to talk and talk and talk about anything other the sun. but time has passed, bertram has his own life now, vivian has grown out of my nerves and well nick is just not himself anymore.i talk about these people and not of some who think would have fit the list, is because, these people actually did have an impact on my life. a colossal impact. i could talk to them about anything if not everything. and i look up to them as mentors and well, they did hold a father figure for me while i stand fatherless for the sake of hatered. but all the changes and time has caused a drift, and often i'm kept to myself. i dont blame anybody for it, for i know, it was bound to happen one way or another, it was just a matter of time. people will meet other people, values and change, and voula, we from different universe. still, the universe i'm bound to now, seem to have the stars repelling away. and i'm stuck here again wondering, what went wrong. i'd imagine this as a test, and id assume id have failed. because no matter what, i cannot harness enough courage to face the world and meet up to it's requirement, sometimes i feel like i am afraid of the world and what it has installed for me. the surprises up ahead. thought it maybe good or bad, id rather not take the chance, for the risk of getting hurt. as much of a male i am, i emphasis again, that i'm still human. and i think it is one think that many men fail to realise that sometimes, building up can cause a catastrophe. for me. id rather dress down to dress up. as such.
i guess i'm really sad about the fact i'm mostly on my own. i lack a permanent and a realistic father. and even if i did, i doubt that mr ken jung would be of any good. i wished i had the company of a dad who would stand by my side and understood where i am coming from, every step of the way. like how a father would teach his son to play golf, or how a father would teach his son the values of life, such as, skirt chasing. i mean, it may sound trivial, and dont get me wrong, i'm not into skirt chasing, but it's these little guy to boy conversations i would really appreciate as a teen right now. i'm put into a position where i bank on my friends for advice, rather on a good father who'd teach me his ways which probably is foolproof to fact that how'd he get my mom. but all this is lacking cause, in real life, my father is a jerk, and i dont have him around. i am angry, and i am sad. but then again, i take this as a test. it's one of these silent sighs i express that no one usually notices, and i can only put it down on words here. honestly, id rather run away from the fact than have the whole world look at me in pity which my pride is too big for. hey, at least i'm honest here.
and it really got me thinking again to question, who really are my friends. i was actually quite tensed a few days back till now that maybe ive been way too nice. i mean the gerard eddie and the rest might not realize it, cause i mean, id defend myself any day against them, but towards other people. i become a wimp. for instance, it has been an everyday ritual that charles, qi rong and gang would just hurl insults at me over and over and over again. if lets say i were to put any of my other friends from other circles in my shoes, they'd probably break down and cry or stand up and start fighting with them. for me i just sit and let them go on. ok, i may be an air head for doing that, but what can i really do? i really dont want to argue with them cause itll only worsen relationships which i dont usually encourage and i mean, there wouldnt be any point cause they will just change the topic ard to say that i'm being such a puss. i'm actually surprised that i can withstand all those stone throwings and usually i just brush them off my shoulder, but sometimes it just gets over board. hah... i dont know. i'm just not feeling on top of the world right now, and at this point of time, i really would like to cry. but that again, its because of a strong front from my ego that i hold it back. but you never know, i might crawl up to the corner of my bed room and start sulking. i really wish there would be someone there. but whod be willing. i'm not proud of my past and i'm not proud about my problems, hence i really dont like to talk about it. but i guess this is my only avenue to vent. and i doubt it's enough.
i dont expect sympathy from all of you, cause expectations are sometimes redundant when you give so much. but it's only human. i stress the point that this is only a post to vent.
soak up my lazy days
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!school's starting.
BAHHHHHHH
hate it or love itas usual, the germans took the swedes out with much ease. a 2-0 scoreline was enough to seal their victory, but i must say they've really improved since the last world cup, considering now the whole team is playing and not ballack alone. nazi power!
argentina is up next. GO LIONEL MESSI! haha. i'm super hyped up too see all the young guns perform now. hah... they're only abt a year or 2 my senior, but they're playing world class football and earning SHIT LOADS of monay of it. fark man.. i'm gonna work hard to find a cure for aids, make sure i sell it expensive and get all the monay in the world to buy my own soccer club! RAWRR!
anyway, i was roaming around charles's photo wall where he pastes, obviously, photos of his friends. like a hall of fame kinda thing. to my surprise, i stumbled upon a pic of me 2 years ago where i was chilling outside cheers with nick and the qi rong. to my amazement, i didnt know i looked so young!!! and right now, 2 years after, i'm looking like ive aged 10 years. from my tan and i guess thanks to the weights ive been doing, i've grown!! hahaha. i use to be some what small and scrawny, and well honestly. much younger and carefree. ahhh the good ole days. haha if i can find the photo again, ill post it up.
so today was super long, and i'm in awe at being awake and still kicking after spending my entire afternoon and half my morning in kallang. blistered by the hot sun and then being taunted by the fucking rain. singapore's weather has a problem i tell. it can be super hot at one point of time and suddenly it can rain heavily. the only reason why singapore's workforce is being so unproductive is probably due to the weather i tell u! its just causing all the flu and sickness!
race is next week.. and i'm quite hype to get back into the boat and show our worth. and again, that anxious feeling creeps back in, i am nervous, but this time it's 7 days before rather than a day. and i'm not even pack ic now. oh balls. this aint good. =/.
ive yet to watch cars, over the hedge and superman is coming out this thursday.. bahhhhhh...
school's about to start =(. and i'm not exactly looking forward to it. i was just starting to enjoy my freedom. hah. there goes the late night hauntings to al azhar and world cup.
ITALY!!!!!speaking of which, my mom actually knows what's going on ard the world cup circle, she just discussed with me about micheal owen's injury and how england will not go on to win the world cup! i've got a cool mom!!!! I BET THE REST OF YOU DONT HAVE MOM WHO CAN TELL YOU THE SCORES OF THE MATCHES! I DO I DO! hahaha. she can even tell me what matches are good to watch!
well this post is getting very random and forced. pleased to meet you!
i say, don't you know. you say, you don't know. i say, TAKE ME OUT!
nothing in my wayi've finally found a day where i can just relax and let the sun rise and set as i watch on. a huge sigh of relief for now as my body can recooperate from the straineous trainings ever since the start of the holidays. i've managed to harness enough rest for the lost time for the past 2 weeks again as i missed japan's onslaught by brazil last night. the sleep was all worth.
ive finally managed to get my pics from nightlife.sg from the previous dxo outing with the boys, and it turned out pretty fine.
jason robin me
from the topleftcorner clockwise: andrew, nesty, leonard, robin, me, jason.
oh yeah, i'm quite in hype with keane's new album, and i urge you all to get it. it's a faster tune to the previous album. yeah, the lyrics might be emo and all. but its super catchy i must say. i give it a 4/5 stars. haha.
the weather seems pretty nice today. =). i feel much happier! how random haha.
so anyway, its gonna be dinner with eddie charissa and gerard later, time to catch up on the lost time during the hols. not that i can share much than ive been training and carrying out a very routine daily procedure.
my room's in a mess.. and i think there's a monster in the midst of it, hiding below my stack of papers that ive yet to clear up since the common tests. i got my stick, and i'm ready for war. toodles!
try again
a triumph for maneat, sleep, train, world cup, all day, everyday!weeeeee.......
a triumph for maneat, sleep, train, world cup, all day, everyday!weeeeee.......
tell me something i dont knowalmost 2 weeks have past since skateboard party began, and ive failed to actually account the events that went down. well, here's my chance to redeem myself of all the times ive been 'away' on msn and well away from home.
apart from all the everyday routine of hard liquor and fixing up a smoke, whether cigarrettes or the daily specials of cigars, alot of the quality time spent went into deep conversation, which ive craved for, for a long long time. never did i thought 4 years ago, when i met this bunch of misfits, that they'd be my greatest friends. not only was there lots of talks and booze and everything that hurts the body, we had a daily routine of channel surfing till we finally settled on channel 27 to enjoy, to lament, during the FIFA WORLD CUP.
but most of all, as much talk we go into, it never fails to amaze me that these bunch of good friends ive been talking about have changed so much. often related to heart breaks, or heart aches.
for example, nick. 21 year old and always a father figure in our whole group. use to always cover our backs, the party planner, the boss, the one to stop us from doing anything stupid. but ever since his break up with laura up in melbourne, he came back a very different man. it almost seems he's desperately in need of some affection that he spent 3 years building up with laura. and i dont blame the guy, 3 years is pretty long considering most of my friends usually break off after 2. so, he's no more father figure, and i mean, i feel so sorry for this guy who i spent a month with up in melbourne when we were at our prime and enjoying life to the best it has to provide. poor guy's shoving 5 sticks consecutively and smoking his life away. it's not even social, its a chain now. drinking is his means of getting away from his problems.
then there's charles, host of the party, and a really great guy. he's my age and i mean, he's probably one person who i could relate to so well with considering we've been brought up almost identically, just that maybe he has remained financially stable. he had been in a relationship with sam for maybe since sec2 and well, he's gotten over it quickly but i just feel that there's something left in him to keep on with the smoking and drinking. well i wont go into that. these are just typical examples.
my main point is, even after all this heart breaks that theyve been through, is it even worth it go drink and smoke the days away? and even so, resulting to a 'player' mode which i often question. it's sad to see all this happen in a span of 2 weeks. and it isnt helping my body either. i drink religiously every night now that ive crashed charles' place almost every day, and smoking?
i'm not saying i do not have problems. i do! but i do question myself whether getting myself into these vices would help me.
the crew needs a new father figure, where has it gone. we're all a mess
that aside, we still had a ball of a time just laughing the days away.
a more feminine approach to things.
i'd like some great company
feeling the vibeshit went down during the interpoly ite race on sat. nervous as hell as we approached the starting line. and as much as possible to keep our nerves at bay, we sang and pretended that nothing was bothering us. in the end we finished off 2nd, and honestly i'm not very happy with it. i'm dissappointed, i'm sad, i'm angry, i'm burning.
despite the numerous congratulations ive been recieving, i felt that i have failed. failed to go for gold. failed to keep the dream alive, and the name of ngee ann going on. but it has only given me more to push, and this is one race ill not forget.
till then, i will not be contented with the
silver medal, that makes it my debut for my representation for ngee ann. call me selfish, call me a perfectionist. but i wont budge, ill be stubborn for this case and i wont quit till i see a gold for the team, my myself, for my time i gave up.
it'll be a waste to throw everything away now. besides that some happy memories as a consolation
my bunch of knockout friends
is it any wonder?
ignitefirst of all, forgive my previous post.
the race is abt 15 hrs away and there's this feeling inside me which i could compare to when the o levels was nearing. as much as possible, i want to experience the excitement on any given race day, and the sense of victory, the sensation of a good set, the exhilaration of giving all the best i and the team gave. but right now, i'm nervous as hell. i'm incharge of the centre pack and i've not really gathered the confidence id be comfortable from my pack mates. i'm seriously scared. for a first, i'm VERY SCARED. i'm representing ngee ann, i'm representing those that arent rowing, i'm representing the time i sacrificed. never did i expect to feel what i'm feeling, and now i know how it feels when all is at stake, how much a name i have to live up to. sounds cliche, but stand in my position. take my seat, i'm responsible, i'm to be blamed. and i'm scared. please help me oh God.
it's time
BROKEN AND USED
ABANDONED AND ABUSED
fark this shit
tiotheoretically, for humans, if a minimum sleep requirement of 6hrs is not met, the rest of day would have been blown away due to fatigue. i beg to differ! ever since common tests, ive been able to consecutively clock less than 5 hrs a day, cause of my studying, and still be able to last throughout. and now that it's the holidays and the world cup fever has gotten to me (
GO ITALIA!), ive yet to attain my full 8-10 hrs of sleep which i normally crave for when weekends arrive. yet, i'm still able to get myself to training without coming out as a carcass in the sea. hail the mighty power of red bull, coffee, and a standing ovation to CAFFEINE!
anyway, DXO was almost a waste of time, while i spent most of my time feeling like shit while the lousy music played on. the dance floor was small and hell hot, it's like when i just have my one foot step in, my shirt is already wet. aside from that, which dj changes tracks from eminem to black eye peace just like that!?! and well, how much more i appreciate zouk!
so anyway, now that dxo has pass, and now i'm broke cause of an opened bottle of chivas which i thrown in money for oh which i didnt get to drink, means weds outing to the almight zouk will be in doubt. but so many people will be there! shucks.
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intoxication doesnt work. company is never there. and we're all just victims of the battered soul.ITALIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
give the bullfrog some weed!the closure to my common tests could end off any better than to have all 3 of my essay qns on my sheet of question paper have me cook up some story out of the scope of biology to answer. first of all, ive never seen the 1st 2 qns ever on my life, considering i read through my notes 3+ times to make sure i was well prepared for the test, and 2nd, i didnt know grids on graph papers could be as minute as 1 micro centremetre, hence making drawing a simple linear graph such an uphill task. like a salmon, swimming upstream, to enjoy the fruits of his labour(fertilization.sex), only to die in the end because of exhaustion, i walked out of the exam hall feeling the worse ive ever been after a test, only to head to the gym with gerard to kill myself as ive only had less than 5hours of sleep everynight for the past 4 nights so that i could get my papers all done and settled. gyming the previous day, didnt prove to be of much help as well, though it was only so short. so anyway, after gym, where i hoped that i would have passed out and gave everyone a shock, instead i headed back home to nua my ass off before i get the call from nick to go to qi rong's place to begin the skateboard fest, or to many, SKATE BOARD PARTAE. so i thought, shit this is going to be a long night. YES it almost was, but with alot of good times.
so nick called me up at 4, ever ready to pick me up. and as such as he arrived.. i was in total amazement. note, i was still in a grouchy mood. so anyway, normally nick would be driving his kick ass skatemobile, the van, or if there was any exception, his family's car. but boy was i in for a treat. as he did his normal routine of parking out side my place and horn-ing the fuck out of my neighbours, i finally realized it was him. i took my stuff out, and head for the door. no, there wasnt a van, no there was a toyota family car. fark, was i in for a blast, a black merc parked outside my car, ready to pick me up for a night that should have lasted forever if not for this colossal headache that bugged me during hte night. a black merc? shit, it was going to be a fun night. so anyway. it was marcot's parent's car, and well, they loaned it to nick whilst this party was to last till sunday. so off we went to pick up the rest of the lads.
we went off to qi rong's place, and the journey to cashew heights couldnt be much more humourous, as we threw insults everywhere in that confined box with 4 wheels. we might have even started a war in there. and hence, the games began. SOCCER FINALLY!
i'm officially called the hooker, now that ive managed to learn the art of controlling the ball in mid air by hooking it down and ramping at homofillion miles per hour. haha that was some cool shit i tell u. so anyway, that done, as i went out of the cashew to get some drinks for the guys, bastards ate up 3/4 of my apple struddle which i invested in, hoping it would be for dessert later. well bad idea to leave the 2 foot mouth watering bitch in the car.
so now then to marcot's place. where the kickass times could last anymore better. ps2, alcohol, and loads of jokes from everywhere. insults with cranky pick up lines and stupid actions. the epitome of stupidity. which lasted till the next morning where i wake up to see the wonderful sunshine and mist that holds beyond the windows of a multimillion dollar house. now this is the life. i headed home at 730 in the morning, only to fall asleep one more time to wake up at 4 pm to sulk in my emptiness while i waited for my cabriolet to come pick me up again, where we left for next door, holland v, for good ole crystal jade la mian. and off we went to chill out at town, walking ard aimlessly, yet laughing every step of the way.
well i mean, it didnt stop there, but it's just that i'm so lazy to post everything, hence ill save it for another day. sorry kids
the day began with a rain so heavy, that it made me fuck my sense of direction and bring me to the other end of ngee ann hence i had to walk a gazillion miles to sit for my paper.
letting the good times roll (jonny2horny, hiphip hafiz, ryan, sah neh vickey)
marcot's dvd collection.
as if the house can get any bigger, top: the GUEST ROOM. or the GUEST HOUSE bottom: the main rooms. it's GINORMOUS.
the arrow points to jean yip's (Beauty and slimming saloon) house. yes his neighbour is a multimillionaire.
chilling out with some good ole skate videos.
the day couldnt get any better with great friends with the same problems. brothers from different mothers. HOLA!
cold day in the suni couldnt agree more to
mark's post. common tests and dejavus. its all too familiar and to think ive got abt 7 more of this seasons to go through(if i do make it through without retaining), just makes me think about how ill live through my poly life unharmed, unscarred and undead. already i'm feeling, i'm studying ever harder than i did in secondary school. more like, in my entire life, ive only put in so much effort into understanding and memorising school work, during my olevels and most suprisingly during my entire poly life. it's even heartaching to know that by this exercise, i'm actually maturing. which then forces me to sense a deep dissappointment that i'm actually begining to be an adult, and i can no longer have as much fun as i had during my
lived and
past life. already i'm not skating as much as i hoped. soccer dates are always being postponed cause everyone's growing up and having more responsibility.
then again, i should really appreciate what i have now. i mean, i'm already at the prime of my life. i'm 18, i'm legal, i'm young, i'm free, i'm independent (
ibelieve). i'm enjoying dragonboat, i'm enjoying what i'm studying. i think i'm living a very fulfilling and, well, a life worth living for. though i am dissappointed with what ive lost, or loosing, my activities i'm into right now, make up for the loss. i'm not spoilt, dont get me wrong. in fact, ive learnt to enjoy the surprises that life has to bring. the simplest of living. the basic essence of euphoria. realizing that other people have it worse than me. i should enjoy what i have now.
i guess that's what most people lack these days. a sense of gratitude to what life has brought. what God so greatly created, for our 5 senses to enjoy. and we've been blinded by materialism so badly that we lack the fundamentals of enjoying what is actually infront of us. people. friends. family.
company. should we then sigh to a lost of a loved one, to cry, to lament on the fact that that person was once loved and now is gone? would it be fair to say that it is hypocritical to do so? to say 'i should have spent more time with him/her while i could'? its almost like a blanket people put over their head. in the 1st place, that person was always infront of you, and it was you who failed before it was too late. failing to enjoy his/her company, to learn his/her traits of life. to hear a legacy. and for me, i think it's these lessons we learn from people that we finally realize how precious life is, and even how to live a life worth living, for the better. learning from people's past experiences, whether bad or good.
love and learn as much as u can. always love.
i maybe a hypocrite writing this, but i'm only human.
broken and used
could you be the least helpfuljingles.
hee
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off the wallin a state of moodyness and of course frustration, i just woke up from my little afternoon, or rather evening nap, trusting that the one to wake me up would be my older brother, chris. well fuck that, he didnt, my mom did. besides that, as i was already in a world of laziness and where if a little electric shock were to jolt through me, id become green and big and harness enough strength to fuck the electrical force with my bare hands. so i knew my brother had to leave for camp at 8, not my bother, cause if i knew better id have prepared myself in the afternoon already. so well chris being chris panicked while i was in my sweet state of rest, hence, banging, slamming everything while to pack his bag, fucker woke up. well i didnt really sit up, he just made such a big fuss that my mind woke up not my legs. so then i thought, maybe this could be a test, a test to see if he would wake me up, after all i did ask him to. wrong i was!
now u see, yeah, it may seem very trivial that i'm complaining abt this time, especially when many know that i love my brother, and yeah he does have flaws! but because i'm in such a weary state right now, i cannot bear but to type an entry based on the fact that, as much as a loving brother he is, he can be a dumb fuck as he could possibly be!
so put it this way, i never really asked him to go out of his way to help me do something, cause most of the time ill try to get things done myself. and for him, ive gone down to his camp which is like in the middle of nowhere were a cab from my house to his camp and back would cost 30 fucking dollars. not once, but twice to deliver his forgotten goods else he be punished. aside from that, ive covered his ass so severely infront my entire family saying that his actions are just based on the fact that he's just cant adapt to us cause he's been away for so long, 5 years in canada and suddenly back and away to NS for 2 years. hence he doesnt know how we work.
so aside from all that ass kissing, a simple wake up call would be widely appreciated. but no, that didnt come. and following that, dinner could not have been so 'entertaining'. my mind is already filled with rage, and half the time my mom was judging, commenting, complaining about the food that she and dillon cooked, aside from that, elise joined us for dinner, and because i was so easily ticked off, i didnt enjoy a company of an outsider. so put that aside, i bit the bullet and bared through. then it was till the end of dinner when my younger brother, tim and dillon commented that my brother was very old fashion, due to the fact he's in a white shirt and black pants, very formal. fuck that! he's made to be in the attire so dont complain la! but i was in no position to cover him, so i sat there adding to my pile of anguish. continuing, as i was trying to enjoy my pineapple rice, my brother bursts in to ask me for help again, this time, to send an invitation to my dad.
last straw. in a calm and effort filled manner, i told him, i'm not going to do it! i mean shit la! i'm already in such a mess, ive got common tests, and u want me to go down my my father's turf who i'd have a ball of a time being an arsonist and burn it down. like the hell! chris of all people should know how much i hate dad cause of his actions that just put my life to shame! if it were not for dad, id probably be a happier person and would know how and believe how a perfect family worked. and chris is asking me to go down to his office to pass him an invitation to his passing out parade that i'm going to as well!? he's just planting a bomb in his pocket! me, my mom and dad in the same place!? how much a dream does he want to dream!? has it been made clear that my mom does not want to see him. and old chinese woman being them, would rather kill themselves than to see someone they hate!? i mean, i'm totally fine. i'm just worried for mom. she's going based on the fact that dad is not going. and now i find out he's going? balls man.
and yet again on this night before my commontest ive lost my motivation! fucker of hell.
8888i just came up from a game of poker with my brother's friends. to add to my already discerningly uninspiring day, i lost 22 bucks.
ive procrastinated and deviated from my regime, in hope to win some cash. and i came back up disheartened. it was the start of the game, and i managed to set myself with a 4 of a kind, with the no.8s. so one might think, 'shit, jon, your gonna be on a roll! 8888!' i say fuck the 8s, cause after that, it was all down hill. now ive got find a sort of a inspiration to get me back on my feet.
does not help that the good things are so far away
the enticement filled centrifuge tubetoday was a fulfilling day by nerd standard. well at least for a sleeper like me. i woke up to a full bladder waiting to explode, only to find that it was 12 noon and i've only blinked less than 6 times as the day began. but what the hell. i lazed around the house waiting for lunch to arrive, watched some england vs hungary match, where peter crouch was on his top form and joe cole was just suprisingly magical. lunch arrived and my hungry anticipating soul was relegated to a deep sense of dissappointment, my roast chicken rice was dry =(.
so then i proceeded to begin my marathon, knowing today would be a good day. i made my way to my homeground battle field, where many of my grades, good or bad, came from. i marched with a sense of eagerness to get this common test over and done with so that i can enjoy the rest of the month through trainings and least to say WORLD CUP 2006! not forgeting the coming races that the team will be gearing for. slowly as i walked under the fucking hot sun, i realized the journey to my 'stadium de paris' was much harder than the battle i have ahead. the earth is daringly melting! before we know it, we singaporeans will be walking on water.
but something seemed funny this day. instead of the normal company of gerard, eddie and charissa who i normally spend my mugging with, i went there alone. it was going to be me against advanced cell and molecular biology. boy did it feel different to work alone. so then i entered the infamous starbucks, the place where the sell 'focus' drinks such as my favourite 'grande vanilla cafe latte', which i ordered. i swear starbucks put some sort of concentration powder inside it. and proceeded to my normal study spot, opened my books my notes and i was on my way!
and i'm proud to say, with a span of 3 hrs, i managed to cover the entire 6 weeks of content. and i feel educated! so then! now it's 9 oclock, i'm gonna continue with my next module which notes is a msword document consisting of 64 pages, A4 sized page. if u find me laying on my table, not breathing, please do not be surprised, for i have entered a happy state of mind, solace!
wish me all the best!
begin again
a spoonful weighs a toni can only say, the regime is being slowed down by a very strong force of nature. the ability to sleep and the electrical currents of a laptop, ebay specifically.
today was suppose to be a holiday till my IS teacher had to email me in the dead of the night to tell me there was consultation. balls to that. my study plans were in the ruts! and so as a 'model' student that i am, i made plans with my group members to head on down for a consultation which only lasted 2 mins rather than the appointed 1hr that i oh so thought was redundant. nevertheless, our papaya cookie core team managed to squeeze through and got our budgeting and flyers done. i for one, did not do anything, and sat behind watching singapore's pride, the movie 15-fifteen, with my other 3 useless bums. so much for being the leader. though i did cook up a kickass story to last the consultation 2 mins.
so off to canteen 1 for my 2nd lunch, of the 1st was spent at home with 2 freshly made shepard's pie. 1 was fun, 2 was a crowd, i should have been vomiting after my 2nd pie. so then WHY!? why am i still able to go for my 2nd lunch!? it seems this bottomless pit has become the black hole for food. oh food how i worship thee.
so as for my faithful readers who thought my magnificant day could halt there, i prove u wrong! that was just the 1st 3hrs of my day. after my 2nd meal, i proceeded with studying with charissa who without a doubt is putting in much more effort than i. so yeah studying was going on, i was motivated and stuff was getting in my head. but in split second, something hit me so hard. my eyebags became heavy, my back started to slouch, my arms that i thought i had once control over suddenly folded. i thought i was being possesed by a force of some kind. boom! no i did not explode. but shit i blacked out and it took me 15 mins into my blankness that i finally realize that i was ASLEEP! it was then i awoke and realize, i'm gonna be in a catastrophic trouble if i do not wake up and continue studying. so i proceeded.
but into my studying again, i have to comment on the action of studying in canteen one. ITS UTTER BULLSHIT! music keeps playing, the fans are super noisy and every 5 mins into the day, u can hear an army of poly students prancing in and out of the canteen, dragging their chairs and saying 'HI!' so loud such that it seems the whole canteen is their friend. I'm studying!!!!!! so is half the canteen for goodness sake!
so then i proceeded to the library where charissa met up with boyfriend eddie for dinner and i marched my way to meet up with jason syafi and friends for my session of studying. so i studied and studied with little intervals for me to patrol the school so that to relax my mind, going down to the atrium, up the gym, collecting my money from andrew and here and there. i must say, our school is quite vast.
back to studying, and just as thought i had done the stupidest thing a man can do, i surpassed it. I SLEPT AGAIN. it's seriously retarded! i sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep! wtf wrong with me!?! i thought i had ample rest last night and i can still sleep 2wice into the day. it's bullshit!
so now i sit here, wide awake.. i'm not gonna sleep till i get my job done! i need to study!
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