Sunday, October 31, 2004
Heart-followers
A nice 4-hour neighbourhood get-together with Hocks since 5pm today when both of us felt rather lifeless on one fine Sunday afternoon. Perhaps it’s boredom, or perhaps it’s something common trapped in our hearts for the past few days, but that was definitely not some wasted time poured into the Alexandra Canal if you wanna describe time as soft and fluid like it is in a Salvador Dali. Played soccer in the cats and dogs for a while and sneaked into Republic Polytechnic after the rain’s subsided. The street soccer court was pretty cool there but playing one-on-one soccer for like an hour or so was plain craziness. Then played some basketball with Michael, a half-bald but really friendly American whom we just got to know, at the court beside. Had a cheery chat with the man after than, about a lot of funny but useless things: Bush-or-Kerry, economics and stuff like those. Hope to meet him again some time. (Man, he really speaks like Coach Erickson. There was some sorta resonance in my heart when he spoke. I miss my coach.) Went back to our creek and talked about things. Yeah, guys’ stuff so I shan’t elaborate. =P We came to our close-to-new-year resolution too, to look into the future instead of being sorry for the past from now on. Wish us both well, man. Yay.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Dummy in reality
Just finished watching all 40 episodes of a Chinese serial drama titled "Emperor Han Wu Di 2". And actually shed tears along the ending. Apart from it was really that touching, reckon it's mean enough for the producer to print on the screen, "the filming of the next sequel has already began". Felt sorta like i've lost a bag of gold to trickery. Bleahz.
Heroes are born only when real heroes are sacrificed. But perhaps it'd be absurd these days to rather die as the latter than to live a common life, isn't it? Okay. No more VCDs for now. Betta work hard as a plebeian first. :D
Heroes are born only when real heroes are sacrificed. But perhaps it'd be absurd these days to rather die as the latter than to live a common life, isn't it? Okay. No more VCDs for now. Betta work hard as a plebeian first. :D
Friday, October 29, 2004
Lost again
Didn’t know the effect of a phone call last night was so long lasting. My heart’s yet recovered from ecstatic showers of benediction since then. Thank everything to the invention of crystal-clear telephone (who’s that dude anyway), which makes talking to someone you wanna talk to so easy and enjoyable that for a moment I forgot to count how many smses that would’ve cost me. Wheez. Love this tangie-wigglie feeling.
Anyways, the accidental trip with Hocks after meeting Evita at the station was pretty light-hearted. Pop in to the library to get some books and saw more than a handful of fellow Rafflesians in there to our surprise. Whoa. Queenstown has become quite a stopover for muggers lately, eh. Hocks says he’s gonna join the gang starting next week too. Haha. Reckon soon enough there’ll be more people studying for the Os and As and Ns than there’re books in this tiny building. Walked back from there after picking up a Don DeLillo (gosh, they actually have his books over here), so rarely have I done that instead of taking a cab or a bus that I felt even more invigorated walking along Margaret Drive with Hocks enjoying the evening breeze. Still wished I had my bike though, perhaps that’ll make trips to the library more interesting.
Life is beautiful, isn’t it? (Though three mosquito bites along the way ain’t really inviting.) :)
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Dot dot dot
Watched a film that’s concluded by Hongkai as the second worst movie (after 8 Women) he’s caught with me just now. Door in the Floor it was. But reckon the ending was somewhat too profound (or perhaps it’s just the accent those Americans were flaunting) to be a part of it considering the film being replete with quixotic actions of human coitus and nothing much else. An experience that was though, since it’s just the second M18-rated movie I’ve watched after the Passion of the Christ. Erpz.
Didn’t know a cuppa tea at Starbucks is so much cheaper than it’s coffee. A grande earl grey with milk only costs about over 3 bucks. Good stuff. :)
Oh also saw Ray and Josie at Lido. The dudes were going to have dinner at Carlton with school PE attire. What’s new anyway.
Been thinking about things these days. Yeah, things. I don’t exactly know why but there’s just this close-to-rueful-but-not-exactly-so Hollow Man feeling lately. Thinking about myself perhaps I’m really turning into an Iceman somehow inadvertently, especially in school. More often than not reckon people would not associate Keat Loon and I as good friends recognizing my completely opposite behaviour from his which is the so-called “social butterfly”. :D Oh wellz. Things always change, don’t they?
Didn’t know a cuppa tea at Starbucks is so much cheaper than it’s coffee. A grande earl grey with milk only costs about over 3 bucks. Good stuff. :)
Oh also saw Ray and Josie at Lido. The dudes were going to have dinner at Carlton with school PE attire. What’s new anyway.
Been thinking about things these days. Yeah, things. I don’t exactly know why but there’s just this close-to-rueful-but-not-exactly-so Hollow Man feeling lately. Thinking about myself perhaps I’m really turning into an Iceman somehow inadvertently, especially in school. More often than not reckon people would not associate Keat Loon and I as good friends recognizing my completely opposite behaviour from his which is the so-called “social butterfly”. :D Oh wellz. Things always change, don’t they?
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Chinese fever
Haha. This is pretty last minute. Mom and dad "felt like visiting China" yesterday and booked the flights this morning. Which means there's gonna be really tiny time for me to meet up with friends and all before I (and y'all) say farewell to my hair (by the way, I'm determined to leave it really long for now). =P
Was watching some VCDs when I suddenly thought of the word "frozen", and my spine actually began to feel icy. I don't at all like the feeling of being refrigerated by minus-5-degree air and breathing in thorns (though snow'll burn on my tongue, "it's so cold that it burns" -Jeremy Finch, hah). Arghz. Perhaps it's not really the coldness, but that I fell sick every time I stayed at somewhere freezing, especially during the 3 weeks of exchange programme I suffered without thick enough clothes with Amogh in Sydney.
Buy, yay. Reckon it's gonna be some holiday again.
Was watching some VCDs when I suddenly thought of the word "frozen", and my spine actually began to feel icy. I don't at all like the feeling of being refrigerated by minus-5-degree air and breathing in thorns (though snow'll burn on my tongue, "it's so cold that it burns" -Jeremy Finch, hah). Arghz. Perhaps it's not really the coldness, but that I fell sick every time I stayed at somewhere freezing, especially during the 3 weeks of exchange programme I suffered without thick enough clothes with Amogh in Sydney.
Buy, yay. Reckon it's gonna be some holiday again.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
The time has cometh
Enlistment day: 7th January.
Upcoming event: losing my hair.
Speech bubble: what the heck.
Upcoming event: losing my hair.
Speech bubble: what the heck.
Monday, October 18, 2004
With or without
Been listening to some old songs. Not that old, like perhaps a few years back-dated, songs that arouse resonance from the soul, shaking up some dusty sappy memories. It's pretty funny sometimes, when the radio plays a song which dates back to the good old days 3 years ago, and immediately another which forces you to revisit the last summer. For someone who rarely looks back, or may fear looking back at perhaps those better days, old songs can really distract your mind with the swings in the playground.
"Here Without You"
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that i saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And i don't think i can look at this the same
But all these miles that seperate
Disappear now when i'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And i dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life was overrated
But i hope that it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And i dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
Everything i know,and anywhere i go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And i dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
3DoorsDown
"Here Without You"
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that i saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And i don't think i can look at this the same
But all these miles that seperate
Disappear now when i'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And i dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life was overrated
But i hope that it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And i dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
Everything i know,and anywhere i go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And i dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me
3DoorsDown
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Similarities and differences
Watched Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow with Amanda just now. Though that was our second choice movie after 2046, not only did it turned out to be not at all typical a comic-book turned movie, but it was also actually pretty cool and engaging. (And obviously she danced about in the cinema again with all the sudden action and the twists and turns throughout. Hahaha.)
Two Subway Veggie Delights down my stomach again. I've amazingly turned into a disciplined vegetarian lately to completely detoxinate myself. The at first nightmares of being an accidental vegetarian has surprisingly turned into quite sweet a dreamy reality. It ain't bad after all eating loads of vegetables and fruits for every meal as reckon the effort will pay off really soon. Think even after this round of deep cleansing, I'll be eating really little bits of red meat, seafood and oily and spicy stuff for good. Health is time and time is money.
Oh well, a brand new week's here and everyone's telling me to study hard. Reckon I should. Shan't waste time finding out what's up with the world these days and truthfully start hitting some books, while fun and joy will never be left out in the process. Heez. Just do it. (By the way, are you sure that 20 per cent of the American population pronounce "Nike" wrongly, Mr Sowden? =D)
Two Subway Veggie Delights down my stomach again. I've amazingly turned into a disciplined vegetarian lately to completely detoxinate myself. The at first nightmares of being an accidental vegetarian has surprisingly turned into quite sweet a dreamy reality. It ain't bad after all eating loads of vegetables and fruits for every meal as reckon the effort will pay off really soon. Think even after this round of deep cleansing, I'll be eating really little bits of red meat, seafood and oily and spicy stuff for good. Health is time and time is money.
Oh well, a brand new week's here and everyone's telling me to study hard. Reckon I should. Shan't waste time finding out what's up with the world these days and truthfully start hitting some books, while fun and joy will never be left out in the process. Heez. Just do it. (By the way, are you sure that 20 per cent of the American population pronounce "Nike" wrongly, Mr Sowden? =D)
Friday, October 15, 2004
Breathe the Mount Sinai air
Whoa. It was totally fun today.
Thought Farewell Assembly would be some really boring stuff but it turned out to be pretty interesting. Everything was cool at the Mount Sinai campus for the first time except the KFC provided meal which I couldn't have a bite on. Took lots of photographs with friends after the prize presentation, some with schoolmates whom I reckoned for various reasons I would never talk to in my life again. And the open-air filming of Friends was pretty marvellous too, with loads of people picnicing in their classes for the first and last time on the netball court enjoying the night breeze.
Also caught up with Mingjing for a while, wandered around the school and small-talked a little. I'm pretty sure the PSLE top scorer's gonna be quite some student in Harvard or Chicago. Good luck, good friend.
Thought Farewell Assembly would be some really boring stuff but it turned out to be pretty interesting. Everything was cool at the Mount Sinai campus for the first time except the KFC provided meal which I couldn't have a bite on. Took lots of photographs with friends after the prize presentation, some with schoolmates whom I reckoned for various reasons I would never talk to in my life again. And the open-air filming of Friends was pretty marvellous too, with loads of people picnicing in their classes for the first and last time on the netball court enjoying the night breeze.
Also caught up with Mingjing for a while, wandered around the school and small-talked a little. I'm pretty sure the PSLE top scorer's gonna be quite some student in Harvard or Chicago. Good luck, good friend.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
SOS
A boring day this is. Even the clouds above aren't moving a bit, floating emotionlessly still like slabs of concrete sealing heat waves in Alexandra making my 23-degree room (according to Mitsubishi StarMax) feel like some sorta exotic African sauna in Egypt.
Tried reading some Economics notes but kept on getting distracted by dreamy notions and finally fell asleep from 1-4pm. Hah. A good three hours on the moon. Reckon I should just give up and move on to the more enjoyable stuff like doing MCQs instead or playing some ball. Tried. Arghz. Hope dinner with Pam and Alicia at Ikea later (oh and OC's on TV tonight) will shake up my day before I snooze into another wonderland in the rabbit-hole catching new rabbits.
It'll be a better day tomorrow. :)
Tried reading some Economics notes but kept on getting distracted by dreamy notions and finally fell asleep from 1-4pm. Hah. A good three hours on the moon. Reckon I should just give up and move on to the more enjoyable stuff like doing MCQs instead or playing some ball. Tried. Arghz. Hope dinner with Pam and Alicia at Ikea later (oh and OC's on TV tonight) will shake up my day before I snooze into another wonderland in the rabbit-hole catching new rabbits.
It'll be a better day tomorrow. :)
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Confession, anyone?
Sometimes, I just hope that I’ve known less people than I should. Saw a many few whom I wished I’d rather only know them later. Was simply frozen in silence, mouth open but without a word. Oh well. It’d be unfair blaming everything on fate as reckon I’ve gotten a part to play really. Perhaps I should’ve done a little more, or nothing at all, instead of hanging my tie on the fence, clueless with myself. Hope everything’ll turn out to be a blessing in disguise, a very good one every time (yeah, Winston Churchill’s the man).
Things pass like clouds in the sky, people change in a blink of the eye.
Hearts wander back in the distance, but I, at my best, will cherish the existence.
Things pass like clouds in the sky, people change in a blink of the eye.
Hearts wander back in the distance, but I, at my best, will cherish the existence.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Sha la la
So that was it. Hurray. 60% of A-level art exam's done. What's left is the lovable art history essays on the last day of my exams in November. Reckon that'll be more enjoyable than any other paper anyone's gonna sit for. =)
Anyways, BBDD is the result of my prelims. Think I belong to the bottom 20 per cent of the RJC population who've already begun revising furiously for the final A-levels one day after the end of prelims. What a life. Hah. Wished I were someone who values life just a tad like that.
Anyways, BBDD is the result of my prelims. Think I belong to the bottom 20 per cent of the RJC population who've already begun revising furiously for the final A-levels one day after the end of prelims. What a life. Hah. Wished I were someone who values life just a tad like that.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Numero Uno
Adrenaline. As it's just 2.5 hours from A-level art coursework marking my usual calmness seems to begin decaying with a half-life of 1 minute. This ain't right. Nonchalance has left me like a rat in a gutter as my heartbeats exponentially multiply at the moment. Arghz.. Didn't know I'm so slight and soft. Reckon I should go for a drink in the canteen or a nap in the library to keep it down. Oh well. If only there's someone somewhere who can talk my guts up. For now there's none. Hah.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Grand Prix
Two pimples burst.
Thought General Paper class was gonna be another slacking session in the computer lab just now, but we all became wide-eyed listening to Mr Paul Khoo's smooth boyish voice (with a somewhat American accent instead of British) commanding over the rhythms of his guitar. He's really cool. Hahaha. Quite a pity that there weren't many girls in the class (like as if there have been for the past 21 months =P) or the lab would've filled with sobs of joy. Oh, by the way, that was the last day of formal GP lessons.
And the one-to-one GP rememdial with him was no good. Felt like I had my brains crushed or something. That I couldn't even come out with a simple introductory sentence for the whole time was hillariously (to him) embarrassing. I hated that moment. Abhorrence. The experience of sitting on a bench outside Lecture Theatre 1 starring blankly at the eyes of my GP tutor and being stared, back by him and by fellow students sitting on the benches beside and passers-by (yes, Looney, Nic, Mark, Dada, Kemmy, etc..), was, believe me, the worst part of my day. I could've gotten manslaughtered into pieces if he wasn't Mr Khoo but some other hot-tempered teacher. Thank you, sir.
Yay. Something to cheer for is that the computers in the art room are finally repaired, and here I am using it now. Well, cheap thrill man. Get outta here.
And tomorrow's my last formal day of school in Raffles Junior College.
Thought General Paper class was gonna be another slacking session in the computer lab just now, but we all became wide-eyed listening to Mr Paul Khoo's smooth boyish voice (with a somewhat American accent instead of British) commanding over the rhythms of his guitar. He's really cool. Hahaha. Quite a pity that there weren't many girls in the class (like as if there have been for the past 21 months =P) or the lab would've filled with sobs of joy. Oh, by the way, that was the last day of formal GP lessons.
And the one-to-one GP rememdial with him was no good. Felt like I had my brains crushed or something. That I couldn't even come out with a simple introductory sentence for the whole time was hillariously (to him) embarrassing. I hated that moment. Abhorrence. The experience of sitting on a bench outside Lecture Theatre 1 starring blankly at the eyes of my GP tutor and being stared, back by him and by fellow students sitting on the benches beside and passers-by (yes, Looney, Nic, Mark, Dada, Kemmy, etc..), was, believe me, the worst part of my day. I could've gotten manslaughtered into pieces if he wasn't Mr Khoo but some other hot-tempered teacher. Thank you, sir.
Yay. Something to cheer for is that the computers in the art room are finally repaired, and here I am using it now. Well, cheap thrill man. Get outta here.
And tomorrow's my last formal day of school in Raffles Junior College.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
In dreams
On a boundless green field beneath a clear blue sky flowered with clouds standing in the distance, I wandered around searching for petals of blossom. White daisies, yellow daffodils and pink dandelions wild everywhere fragrantless compared to the fresh scent of the blades, I wondered where have all the flowers gone and galloped aimlessly towards the west. Eons passed, I thanked the above that the world is round. At the end of the west, I could see the silhouette of beauty. Were there blue roses, red carnations or white liles, I did not bother, but they were not sandcastles. If only I had begun otherwise.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Surround sound
Hate situtations like yesterday when I had to choose between two occasions to attend on the same day at the same time. Eventually I went reunited with my RI Secondary 4 classmates since we had planned the reunion two days before Pamela "accidentally" informed me about a gathering of my current class. Sometimes it really makes me wonder if I'm sincerely considered as a part of 2S05A of RJC when I hear stuff like, "oh don't you know there's a class gathering on Friday?", or something like, "we had a bash at XXX's last weekend." Perhaps I'm just another particle in the air surrounding them in the classroom. Hah. After so long being "at" the class, I don't particularly mind anymore.
Anyways we watched White Chicks and played a bit of pool in town. Nothing that interesting but at least got to talk to some old buddies like Chiam and Amogh. Often it feels like far distance is nothing compared to close acquaintance.
Reckon I've been going out a little beyond the limit this week. Time to slack and stone at home over the weekend (with so much football on TV). Heez.
By the way, I hate long MRT rides. It induces reminiscence that makes music melancholic. Bleah.
Anyways we watched White Chicks and played a bit of pool in town. Nothing that interesting but at least got to talk to some old buddies like Chiam and Amogh. Often it feels like far distance is nothing compared to close acquaintance.
Reckon I've been going out a little beyond the limit this week. Time to slack and stone at home over the weekend (with so much football on TV). Heez.
By the way, I hate long MRT rides. It induces reminiscence that makes music melancholic. Bleah.
