Sunday, December 31, 2006



Me - "You know, I just realized how horrible it is...Eating oranges, having the juice burst out in your mouth, sweet, delicious juice that makes the gums holding my emerging teeth burn."
Jo-Ann - "Mmmyes."
Me - "Holy ouch."

Haven't blogged since...Wedneday. Pseudo-blogging hiatus, I suppose, what with Sec 1 orientation and all the other spicy shizz that's spicing up my life right now.

My Sec 1 class students are like rocks. They don't talk. I wanted to strangle them to make them talk. Got Mr Zabid and Ms Tan Ching Boon ( AKA Tan Yang En's *cough* ) as the Sec 1D's Form Teacher and Assistant Form Teacher, respectively.

My Sec 3 class was also a major downer. People like Andrew Seow and Maximilan are going to be inside, which is a guarantee that studying and paying attention in class will be a much-difficult task. Whoopee. Hopefully, I'll just be able to plonk myself down beside John and Chun Yong and pretend the people I detest don't exist.

Then again, if Andrew and Maximilan screw around with me next year, I'll probably screw them upside down too. Had enough of those assholes pissing me off. Go die, please.

Hmmm....My timetable looks pretty reasonable. But no other Sec 3 class shares the same PE slot as my class, a major downer, since I definitely can't catch up with my ex-classmates ( note, I didn't say ex-friends ) during that period. Oh well, there's always technology aka MSN. Not to mention, if I ever get to the stage where I'm that despo, I'll just meet them in their class during recess.

Which I'm planning to do anyway. Pop over to 3A every recess. 3A , 3D or 3I. Whichever, whatever. Or maybe I could BOND with my calssmates.

Wait, I must go play the Monster Rancher thing.

Done, 5 tries to score 100. Darn Red Orocoro eggs. *Shakes fist*

At Jo-Ann's house now. I -should- be at Church, doing the Midnight Watch thing. However, thanks to my new best friend Diarrhoea ( meet him, shake hands please, but watch out, he's kinda dirty ), I can't. Whoopee doo. I hate you Diarrhoea. Go and die!

Hmmm...That's about all I'm in the mood to blog about now. Finally got round to drawing a Fursona, a Panda. Although I'm quite sure all of you would expect that, knowing my almost fanatical-fascination with Pandas and what not.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Me - "First they make L die. I'm sad. Then they resurrect him, so I'm happy. Then they kill him off again. I'm very sad."

Jo-Ann - "Who cares about L. They killed my bishie Light!"
Me - "L is cool. Light's a demented freak. L is too, but at least, you know, he's cute demented. Light's just demented demented."

Ok, my internet is screwed up. So I'm typing this out...in my dear OpenOffice Writer, a lovely tool, without which I would probably have to resort to drugs to destress. The wonders of typing out a short essay ( somewhat contradictory, short and essay ), or making someone die a gruesome death. Languages are beautiful things.

I know I promised a pseudo-discursive essay on the killings of Kira / Raito / Light Yagami. So here it is, a good...I hope 20 minutes of typing before lunch comes. At 12.40 and tuition with da thing at 1. Such joy.

Well firstly, Raito/Light Yagami is driven by a sense of justice. Once he obtains the Death Note from his Shimigami Ryuk, he starts to execute criminals. I suppose that his train of thought is that his killings are somewhat sanctimonious, somewhat justified by the fact that these people ought to die for the crimes they've commited.

Then again, these criminals could repent. By killing them outright ( ala Death Note ), you basically condemn them as stone-cold criminals that have no chance to repent. By no chance, I mean it both figuratively and literally. No chance to repent because they're cold-hearted, or if they want to repent, they die.

On the other hand, we can see that these criminals are pretty hardcore ones. For example, take the killer of Misa's family,Yoichi. He got away scot-free, and was quite smug about it.

So really, while I'm not pro-Kira, I'm not anti-Kira too. I mean, if you really look at it, he killed criminals, mostly. The crime rate dropped by a supposed 70%. Furthermore, the police force had not been able to stop them.

Raito's father, Soichiro did say something along the lines of “The Law isn't perfect, and neither are the people who made it. But it was made with the endless desire to bring justice.”

Which brings to my mind this question: Does the end justify the means?

To me, it does. I prefer results. And though I won't resort to underhanded means conventionally, I have no problem “playing dirty” if the need arises.

Though Raito did not follow conventional laws, instead executing the criminals himself, the crime rate did fall. Isn't that what the Law wanted, criminals brought to justice? I mean, I feel that even though the police are honor-and-duty-bound to stop Kira, they can indeed see the benefits of Kira.

As for why I take a neutral stand on the issue of Kira's killings, it's because of the 2^nd and 3^rd Kiras. Amane Misa, and since I'm using the movie because more of you are acquainted with that, Kiyomi Takada.

When Misa originally obtains her Death Note, she is already worshipping Kira, because Kira killed the robber that murdered her family years ago. Because of that, she uses the media ( fairly easy for her, she should know the media system quite well, being a star and all ) to spread the good-doings of Kira.

(Got my internet back. Oh yeah. Tuition in about...5 mins though. Oh crap.)

[After Tuition]

Digression:
Tuesdays with Morrie is a fantastic book. About a quarter way through it. Now, back to discursive.

So, Misa meets up with Kira ( after casually murdering several policemen, Mr Mogi amongst them ). Now, while the original Kira, Raito, only murdered criminals ( with the exception of Naomi and Raye ), Misa murders whoever she thinks is interfering with Light. Kiyomi further extends this example, with her reckless killings of people such as Saeko, a rival in the newstation.

Which means that I take a neutral stand on using the Death Note to kill criminals, it only extends to criminal killing. Light, Misa and Kiyomi imminently got drunk with power ( Misa was cutely drunk though ) and started killing indiscriminately ( not so much in the case of Light, but he was still insane. )

Not that it's hard to lose control, considering you can kill people quite easily, moreso in the case of Misa, who chose to quarter her life by trading for the Shinigami Eyes twice. Then again, she did have Jealous' and Rem/Remu's life span added to hers. So now...I don't know how long she had to live. Although she killed herself after Light died anyway. Haha. Near and Higuchi should die. Maybe they did, I didn't read -that- far / didn't pay attention.

Me - "I'm slightly bothered by the fact that my jumbo hotdog seems to have more sauces than the jumbo hotdog itself."
Jo-Ann - "Gee, you think?"

Back from watching Death Note 2: The Last Name.

Which is a nice movie. However, because I'm nice and kind, I will not be putting up any spoilers. You can either intepret it at face level, or realize that if I do write about it, it's probably not going to be in chronological order.

[Spoiler]
However, I am sad that L dies. L rocks, and not just because it's L, the letter that my name starts with. No, not only that, but L stands for...L...He rocks. And I am SO miffed that they did not reveal L's real name. I mean, they did, but I could not understand it, because it's in Japanese. Danial, go watch it!

Ok fine, since I have wikipedia as a reference, I shall copy+paste because it's almost 1 A.M and I'm le tired. A pseudo-discursive essay-ish post should appear tomorrow on the issue of the Kira killings.

This movie introduced Rem, the Shinigami who gave a second Death Note to Misa. Misa used her Death Note to attempt to make contact with Kira (Light) and made the Shinigami Eye trade. Using this power she discovered that Light was Kira, and tracked him down.

When she found him, she declared her devotion to him and gave him her Death Note as proof, and in exchange, he agreed to go out with her. Soon afterward, Light encountered L on the university campus, wearing a mask so that his face could not be seen. Misa turned up to say hello to Light, and Light manipulated the circumstance so that Misa could see L's face, and therefore his name. However, L had already deduced that Misa was the Second Kira, and he had her captured and imprisoned before she could tell Light his name.

Misa gave up her ownership of the Death Note and lost all memory pertaining to it, and thus once captured she honestly remembered nothing about the Death Note, the Shinigami, or being the Second Kira. Light then used the same trick, burying his own Death Note in the forest for future retrieval, and allowed L to capture him and lock him up, telling Rem to give Misa's Death Note to someone else.

After several days, the Kira deaths stopped, but then resumed when the new owner of Misa's Death Note began to use it. L authorized Misa's and Light's releases, but Misa was required to stay in a secure, though comfortable, compound. L and Light hunted down the new owner of the Death Note, Kiyomi Takada, and captured her and her Death Note, then coming to see Rem.

However, upon touching the Death Note, Light remembered everything that had happened before. The case was "solved", and Misa released, but Light made her touch a piece of her previous Death Note so that she would regain her memories. Light said goodbye to her, and asked her to dig up his previous Death Note and write L's name in it. Meanwhile, Light remained in the compound with L, and Soichiro took possession of the Death Note obtained from Kiyomi, leaving it in a secure suitcase. The team went with him, leaving L and Light alone together.

Misa dug up the Death Note, but could not remember. L's name, so she made the Shinigami Eye trade a second time, with Ryuk. She visited Light at the compound, determined to see L again and reveal his name a second time. When she arrives, L reveals that he has decided that Misa is definitely one of the Kiras and must die.

Rem is furious that L has arranged Misa's demise, and writes both L's and Watari's names in her Death Note. Both of them fall to the floor soon afterward, dead. Rem, having used her Death Note to extend Misa's life, dies.

After L's death, Misa came down and met Light, giving him her Death Note again. Light wrote his father's name immediately, shocking Misa, and arranged that he should die after bringing Light his Death Note. True to what was written, Soichiro arrived with the suitcase, but opened it to reveal that it was empty, and he remained standing. Light was shocked.

As the rest of the investigation team converged on Light, L re-emerged, alive and well. He revealed that he had obtained Misa's Death Note during her imprisonment, and had discovered that deaths could be arranged up to 23 days in advance, as well as that anything written could not be changed. Three days prior to this, he had written his own name on that Death Note, arranging to die peacefully at the very limit of that 23 days. Rem's writing of his name had had no effect because his name had already been written in a Death Note, though he lamented Watari's death. It is also implied that the Death Note that Misa found in the forest was a fake.

Light, in frustration, attempted to use a piece of the Death Note hidden in a secret compartment of his watch, but Matsuda shot him before he could do anything. As a last-ditch attempt to eliminate his opposition, Light begged Ryuk to write their names in his Death Note. Ryuk, however, refused to do this, and instead wrote Light's name in his Death Note. Light pleaded, to no avail, and finally died in his father's arms while Misa watched in horror. L was given possession of all the Death Notes, but informed Ryuk, much to the Shinigami's dismay, that they would all be burned.

Afterward, Interpol closed the case. Twenty days later, after being congratulated by Soichiro, L died peacefully while eating his sweets, with a picture of Watari next to him.

One year after these events, the Yagami family visited Light's grave. Sayu reveals her belief that Light died in the fight against Kira, and Soichiro hoped only that Sayu would never find out what had really happened to Light. Somewhere else, Misa wondered about the gaps in her memory and felt that something was missing, but she did not know quite what. The movie ended with Ryuk flying past Tokyo Tower.

Monday, December 25, 2006



Kegan - "Yar...They make us do so much exercises..My hidden abs are hurting. That day I was telling Jon that my abs hurt. And he was like 'what abs' "
Me - [Snickers] "You...Abs?"
Randall - "Everyone has abs. It's whether you exercise."
Me - "Oh...Mine are hidden very very -very- far in."
Kegan - "Mine's not hidden, just covered."
Randall - "I used to have an 8-pec, then I did some land reclamation."
Me - "I'd have to do mining."

My relatives are dysfunctional. Ohyeah.

Been on a pseudo-blogging hiatus.

I shall not go through the Sec 1 Registration crap because it's a massive steaming pile of doggy doo-doo aka crap.

Saturday, originally supposed to join the 2c guys to go for Bob's and Mervin's church thingy. However, seeing as Jo-Ann and Nigel were coming over, and my nose was leaking (read: runny nose), I decided to pon keep my dearest friends safe by not passing them germs during this lovely period in the year. Yes. *Nods*

So anyway, had lunch at one of the numerous eateries down the road, literally. The Shark's Fin isn't as nice as the other eateries' though, but the fried rice is 100% nicer and 100% unhealthier. But I don't really care. My body screams at me, I tell it to stfu and cc.

Oops, too much Maple.

Which I've given up on. The insane levelling curve and retarded people just simply outweigh the pros. And there aren't that many "pros" to begin with. As in, pros and cons the pro. There are pro(fessional) Maple players, by which I mean retards.

Kacao'ing Jo-Ann on MSN now. So interesting.

Me - "I'm blogging about our conversation."
Jo-Ann - "You idiot."

Oh yay, watching Death Note 2 on Wednesday with Jo =) I must catch up on my Anime-savviness. Not that I was anime-savvy to begin with.

Yes.

Had the Christmas gathering yesterday at Uncle Lester's house. Ahhh...I remember that last time, it used to be all of us. Uncle Lester, Uncle Mervin, Darren, Randal, Nigel, Kegan, Charlene, Jo-Ann, Jo-Shen, my brother and I all there opening our presents. Now, uncle Lester, uncle Mervin and Darren have all gone overseas. Randall and Kegan go for KKMC Christmas stuff. Nigel doesn't come these kinds of gatherings anymore. Charlene...*shudder*. Jo-Ann and Jo-Shen...Well...They're them.

Kinda miss those "old" times where we were really just kids, delighting in opening our presents.

Missed the carolling yesterday ( CCIS ), didn't know that I could go. Darn it. Oh well, there's next year's event. With any luck, I can participate in it =)

Christmas service today was fun. Went very very late though, arrived at 10.30, missing the 1st half. Shereen came later (Surprise! And I'm not sarcastic here). Stood for a while before more seats were brought down. Had the child baptisim, hymns, sermon, the usual.

The Chancel Choir is...wow, really. The ladies can really hit the high notes. The chorus Gloria in Excelsis Dio was pretty high, and I know that's not the highest that can go. Sent shivers down my spine.

Reverend Kang preached today, which was nice. I love Reverend Kang's sermons. They're short enough to keep attention, yet long enough to cover the essentials. Plenty of humour inside his speech too, what with the reference to "Gabriel is a wonderful name", a poke at Reverend Gabriel Liew...

OH! No wonder I've been confusing Gabriel Chee, the LTC senior with a Gabriel Liew. Just realized where I got the Gabriel Liew name from =)

Hmm...Anything else to blog about? Not much, don't feel like blogging much.

Quote Weng Keong " Just that I'm just not a very seeded by events writer which means I don't gain Pulitzer moments just because I went through some camp or some funky organized event."

Edit:

Co Online Meeting from 9.45. It "ended" at around.....11-ish I suppose. Although for me, it kinda just finished. Did the "Top 10 reasons to join VSCO" poster thing.

Oh, and one part of the MSN conversation went like this.:

Ser Yang - "I need the ten reasons why you should join CO. And I want Ben, Jason and Linus to do it."
[Some time later]
Me - "Eh, the ten reasons why you should sell your soul thing. Is it A4 also? "

The funny thing is, no one noticed I used the phrase "sell your soul" instead of "join CO".

Blah. Rushing out the Top 10 Reasons was...stressful. I need a nice good night's sleep. To prepare for my horrendous tuition. Then, I'll go to Dr Cheng where I shall get 3 teeth viciously yanked out of my mouth and my braces tightened.

Oh happy days are here again.

And if you couldn't tell that was sarcasm, you deserve to be shot.

Thursday, December 21, 2006



[CO Comm Interview]
Mrs Setho - "So can you name some of the things that a Secretary does?"
Me - "Err...Err...Um...Mostly Admin stuff...Attendance...Err...Stuff..."
Mrs Setho - "Ren An, can you tell him what Admin does."
Ren An - "Um..." [Leans over to Benjamin Lin] "Eh Ben, what does a secretary do?"
Everyone - [-.-"]

Co Comm Meetings are terrifyingly-horrifying.

And Sec 1 Registration tomorrow. I lurbbe Sec 1s.

Super blah.

Disturbing Ryuk:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43118125/?qo=61&q=ryuuku&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5

We Live In Singapure: The MTV
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/43025356/?&q=hossan+leong+singapore&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5

Tuesday, December 19, 2006



[At RGS]
Me - "...This is -so- fun."
Glen - "Yes."
Wei Ling - "Ok, it's raining and everything so it's hard to hear others, so we'd appreciate it if you guys would quieten down. It's time to listen to your chairs."
Me - [Tilts head onto chair]
Muslihuddin - [Snickers]


First: I will not be blogging about SQ21 after all. Not only will it turn out to be an extremely long post that I am not that keen on typing, but I need time to organize my thoughts and stuff. If you know what SQ21 is, you'd....understand.

Oh, and I decided to kill the color tags on my MSN ID. Since about 99% of the people on my contact list don't have Windows Live Messenger Plus, there's kinda no point since it appears as gibberblahshitcrap.

So, what shall I be blogging about.

Well, Emosius/Elmosius/EmerZ has coined a fantastically new "trendy" word - tootsie.

Tootsie is an extremely versatile word, and may be used in many contexts.

Example 1: Where the tootsie are you?
Example 2: I had to go tootsie today.
Example 3: I'm going to tootsie the tootsie-ing tootsie out of your tootsie.

Bold and Italic tags are fun. Though ugly and somewhat inappropriate.

What to blog about?

Oh yar, Peer Leader Convention meeting at RGS today.

Slept at about...12-ish yesterday. Now, normally, by which I mean roughly 4 years ago, I used to be able to sleep at 4 and wake up at 6, no problem with energy. Now, I sleep from 12 and am still reluctant to get up at 9...

Anyways, auntie Melda woke me up this morning with a ever-so-gentle smack to my leg. I was dreaming right then, my eyes shot open and I was still dreaming for about...3 seconds before I jerked back to reality. Creepy.

My lovely long white pants, being size 31, were too loose. But since I didn't have a school belt, and the other black belts were fugly, I decided not to wear a belt. It wasn't like dropping off my hips or anything.

Walking to the MRT station in the pouring rain was somewhat fun. Quite cooling. Although, as I mentioned in my previous blog post, the constant yet unpredictable rain is annoying. Where's all the water coming from? China?

Digression is bad. Yep.

Met up with Jonathan, Nicolas, Rodney, Jun Cong, Jin Meng and Oswin at Orchard MRT. Yun Jun and Qamarul came, then Glen, Alphonsus and Musli. Weng Keong was sick =(

The RGS complex blew my mind when I saw it. It's like VS...but WAY bigger and better color-coordinated. Not to mention that their drama theatre is the rough equivalent of our auditorium. Except, I think they -have- an auditorium too. Strange how I misspelt auditorium as audition just now. Bleh.

Wei Ling's enthusiasm was...um...unusual. Crapped around with Alphonsus, Glen and Musli. Mock-fought with Glen until we were asked to go into the (stuffy) classroom.

The meeting itself wasn't too bad. We were half an hour behind schedule, so ice-breakers were axed. Had a short self-introduction, followed by the usual powerpoint presentation, then split into our groups.

I would have been quite nervous, being the only guy in a group with about...5~6 girls. But KKMC has immunized me.

Settled quite a lot of stuff today. The RGS girls ( in my group at least ) are incredibly on and efficient. Oh well, part and parcel of the PSL experience will be learning from others to better improve myself. I shall mature!

But seriously, I can see myself learning a lot from these RGS girls. And it's only been the first day, a few hours at that.

Looks like we've got our work cut out for us. Gotta design the Programme Booklet together with Annie and come up with ideas for Souvenirs together with Michelle. Not to mention ( too late ) that we're so dependent on the Administrative commitee for the name list, group details and such.

Ahhhh, looks to be a work-filled and fun-filled year ahead.

6 Days to Christmas. Although in 10 minutes, it'll be 5.

Merry Christmas in advance!

Monday, December 18, 2006



Jing Qun - "Eh Wei Liang, you say don't bully own classmate. You don't bully Benjamin lah!"
Wei Liang - "I where got bully him?" [Grabs Benjamin Lin's hand] "I never bully you right?"
Benjamin Lin - [Stunned pause] "...Yar." [Nods]
Me - "That was so fake."

As promised, the blogpost. However, I may have to cut it short and only blog about the CO BBQ because I wanna sleep early because I need to wake up early tomorrow for PSL stuff. Whee hoo.

Anyways, I was quite worried about the CO BBQ because of the shitty weather we've been having of late. It keeps raining...then stopping...then raining...

And I can't make up my mind about whether I like it raining when I sleep. I mean, I LOVE it to be raining, because then I can snuggle under my blankets and sleep super-comfortably. But then, when it's raining, I usually have super weird dreams.

Example: On Friday night, Jo-Ann foolishly decided to down one glass of RED wine in a few gulps. As a result, she had a massive headache 'round 9+, so we slept early that night.

I was dreaming about winning some prize thingy and winning this weird webcam, some weird version of an Xbox when I suddenly wake up to Jo-Ann sleep-muttering "Eh, di, shut up!" I promptly woke her up, then went back to sleep.

Ok, so halfway throughout my new dream, I somehow began to have ANOTHER dream. Think split-screen TV. And I could be all like "I'm bored of this dream" and jump into the other one and back and forth and such. Then Jo-Ann starts sleep-talking again. And I can hear it, but I'm struggling to stay in dreamland because it's so fun while somehow talking to Jo to shut up. Confused? Good. Go to Www.WeirdDreams.Com for more information.

In the end, I woke up anyway. -.=

Unpredictable wind also sucks. Like when Mark, Jo-Shen, Jo-Ann and I went to throw boomerangs at the field near Jo's condo. There was no wind when I threw, then when it reached the apex ( or whatever it's called ), there was this sudden DAMN STRONG wind. The falling boomerang almost smacked into the unwary Mark.

Back to CO BBQ. I shall not digress. Much more.

Met Wei Liang at the bus stop to help him carry stuff to the CO room. Once there, met up with Jun Wei, Hin Kai and Wee Bian. Talked crap, kicked around the pink rubber ball thingy for a while, then played Dai Di and a bit of Bridge. F4 ( Alvin, Zhan Yi, Kenneth and Li Quan ) sans Zhan Yi arrived together with Benjamin (Lin) and a few others. When I told Hin Kai that Benjamin's shirt was quite...ugly, he promptly told Benjamin Lin. Which led to me bonking Hin Kai repeatedly with the pink rubber bal as we made our way to ECP - East Coast Park.

On the way there, we realized that our darling Chairman had booked a BYOP - Bring Your Own Pit and didn't tell us/didn't know it. Now, I don't really care how anyone else, Chairman included, feels about what I'm going to say, but I feel that that was a stupid mistake. And no, I'm not taking back my opinion. Firstly, it's my opinion and I have the right to have one. And secondly, it's not necessarily correct nor wrong, it's just that. An opinion.

Anyway, we played soccer and cards while waiting for Wei Liang's mum to bring a portable BBQ pit. So major thanks go out to Wei Liang's mum.

Felt quite sick during the soccer though, thanks to all who showed concern. Was just feeling nauseous, dunno why.

At around 6, we finally managed to get started on the BBQ. That is, get the fire started -.= Took a long while, so we only managed to actually start burning the food at around 7. Ate quite little, cuz of my stomachache. Ate the lovely marshmallows, although almost all caught FIRE!

Bloody hell.

Playing Dai Di online now with Wei Liang and Wee Bian :3

Stayed until around...11 + with Alphonsus, Daryl How, Wee Bian and Hin Kai. Ser Yang and Dickson came later.

Yar..

Tired now, I'll blog tomorrow. Promise, or you can bitch slap me.

Tirra

[Maple]
Randall - "I'll whack it!"
Me - "Hurry! I'll heal!"
Jo-Ann - "SAVAGE BLOW! Whackitywhackitywhackwhack!"
Me - "IT WON'T DIE!"
Jo-Ann - "This is the most vicious bale of hay EVER!"

Yes I know I haven't updated for AGES. Like...6 days. Since Wednesday.. So that's..*Counts* 5 days. Fine.

Unfortunately for you avid readers out there, I will not be updating my blog. Yet. This doesn't count, it is a sneek preevieew.

*Legasp*

But worry not, I shall most probably be updating my blog tonight. And since I've not blogged for 5 days...I shall blog about

CO BBQ
Mapling
SQ21
Some other stuff

SQ21 shall be quite an interesting blog topic I should hope. Anyone knows what SQ21 stands for? Stay tuned.

And along with the post shall be an overload of Youtube videos, about 6~8 of them. So yes, grab some popcorn and shizz to enjoy my post later tonight.

Tirra. Off to school to buy my Pure Literature and Social Studies books, then it's CO Prac!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006



Me - "Frankly, I don't know whether I want to hug him, or kick him in the balls for that..."

You know who you areeeee.

Fine, today was PDPC gathering. So, who came?

Me.
Adeeb
Mei Jing
Sophie.

OMG, 4 out of 10! That's not bad! Really! I'm amazed by such an EXCELLENT turn-out. Does it sound like I'm serious?

[Audience nods]

... ... ...

Hell no! Disappointed would be an understatement.

...

The 6B gathering, if there is one, better not have such a bad turnout. If it does, I'm going to go psychoberserk and stab everyone while smiling like this: ^______________ v

Bought myself a nice voodoo doll thingy from MiniToons at Parkway. It's the Ninja voodoo doll one, and it's uber-cute. I chose the one where the eyes seem freakishly big. It's like a gremlin, only more mutated. Actually, just picture a furby. Yes, it looks like that. But all ninja-like.

And I attached it to my handphone. And now when I walk, it keeps scraping against my leg, even through my jeans. Which makes me want to hurl it away, but I won't, because I spent $6.95 on the damn thing. And besides, the shuriken is cute.

On another, completely unrelated note, my legs are starting to hurt like hell. For an unknown reason. I can barely move them. To use an example: Mozart could run better than me now. And he's, you know, dead.

Had a short chat with Mr John "Uber" Cheo last night on some issues. My dictionary has finally gotten some use, seeing as I understood about half of the words John used. Politics is surprisingly interesting. Which is weird, because everyone should know how bored I get of long-winded drawn out speeches.

Thursday and Friday are free. Good, because I need to do my homework. Saturday's the BBQ, and I wonder if there's going to be marshmallows. If there aren't, I must buy some. Marshmallows taste great, and when BBQ'd, taste like teh <3. Everyone must eat marshmallows, or else you haven't lived life to the fullest. Whoever invented Marshmallows needs a Nobel Prize.

Wonder who's staying over on Saturday. Guess I'll stay over if at least 5 people I like stay, not inclusive of the existing comm.

On the other hand, if Angus stays over, I think I'll go home. Eardrum-shattering shrieking is not pleasant to the ears, as you may have noticed from the choice of vocabulary. Kinda makes you want to vomit blood sometimes.

Then again, who will we whack when we ( ZOMG, liek 6 Ws in a rowwwwww <<< AGAIN!!! ) stay over. It is a difficult problem indeed.

Hmmm...my brother's trying to sleep now, that irritating fatass. The urge to blast music is tempting. But I shall refrain, for I am a nice person.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006



Me - "So is your mum coming?"
Kevin - "They say they're on the way...But they got lost..."
[Some time later]
Kevin - "Oh, mum's calling."
Clement - [Mimicking Kevin's mum] "Hello Kevin, where are we?"
Me - [Snickers]

Ho hum. Dexter begged me to update my blog. Well, not begged, but it makes me feel better.

So, went bowling yesterday with Bob, Bob's brother Louis, Kevin, Mervin, Clement, Travis, Choon Hian and Dexter.

So, left house around 11, hoping to catch the 11.05 Bus 22. It didn't come, so I guess I missed it. So I waited...and waited....and waited...and waited some more. Then finally, at 11.30, the bus came. -.-

On the way to Tampines Interchange then change to a Bus 23 to Tampines Safra, Kevin and Travis called me up. Long story short, the *beep*s were not waiting for me. So they went ahead to Safra first. >.< style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Me - "You bloody retards..."
Clement - [Without turning around] "Hi Linus"

Bowling itself was, as always, a heap of laughter. Bowled horribly though, not breaking the 100-point...point once.

Met Kai Liang too.

Wanted to leave Safra around 3+. But because it was raining, we were stuck at the flooded carpark. And because Clement, Mervin and I went out first, but dear clumsy Clement managed to slip, fall and drench himself, going back up to Safra would be too cold. But then again, the wind below was cold enough. Clement was shivering like mad XD

Travis' mum came to pick Kevin, Bob, Louis, Dexter and Travis back, leaving Kevin, Clement and I. Getting bored, we went back up to play Photo Hunt, which was a -lot- harder without the rest of them around. Then Kevin's mum came and picked us up...

Yar.

Note: Scary picture below. If you've never seen pictures featured on my blog before, do not look.

Clement and my "Titanic Scene"













Scary right? =3

Oh well...Here's some music videos:

Brian McKnight: Back At One (Music Video)



Pink - Just Like A Pill (Music Video)



Westlife and Lulu - Back At One (Live)

Saturday, December 09, 2006



Auntie Melda - "You have a pimple."
Me - [Promptly over-reacts in an overly melodramatic fashion.]
Auntie Melda - [Rolls eyes]

Hmmm...I've the sudden longing to blog.

>.< style="font-style: italic;">cheem cheem post. But unfortunately, my brain is too drained to use any bombastic words in this post. Besides, there's always the "Perpetual Vociferations" of Mr Cheo's blog.

Ahhh...Using "Vociferations" ( OMG5SYALLABLEZ!!!!1!!1!!1212! )

PDPC Outing planned for 18th December. PLEASEEE PEOPLE, either talk to me or Sophie online for the details! Which is pretty much just -lunch- but if people actually...you know, REPLIED, we could fix something else.

And we must contact Da Koh and Da Meyer.

Hmmm...Sadakoh.

And Sophie's getting an Ipod. Darn. I want an Ipod....No, actually, I just want my dear mp3 to stop PMSing.

Well, soccer yesterday after CO was...fun I guess. Not having the usual guys around ( Wee Bian, Benjamin Lin, Delson etc etc ) was a major downer. Ended up with only me, Kenneth, Alvin, Ernest, Ming Cong, Wei Liang and Han Hao playing.

1st game: Ming Cong, Wei Liang and I VS Kenneth, Alvin, Ernest and Han Hao
2nd Game: Ming Cong and Alvin VS Ernest, Han Hao and I
3rd Game: Ming Cong and Alvin VS Ernest and I
4th Game: Didn't happen. Thankfully.

Hmmm....

Can't wait for the CO BBQ next Saturday. Should be a blast, and hopefully everyone turns up and we all have a wonderful....time....

Damn, felt a bombastic word creeping up on me, and then it ran away.

Mapling again...This time, chionging ( as always ) in Delphinus. Started on Wednesday, ~5 PM, I'm lvl 27 now. So...Not a bad rate, thanks to the 2x exp. With luck, I'll advance by tomorrow. Advancement in 5 days, new record for me.

Blah.

Church tomorrow. Haven't been to the holy KKMC for 1 month now, so I'm pumped up about going back there. Didn't give Robin or any of my youth group members any word about being in Perth or at camp and stuff, so I hope they don't think I've left KKMC again.

That would suck...

Okay, rest of the blog post going to be about Christianity and stuff, so if you're not interested, close the window now...



Several Christian songs popped into my head as I was playing computer games this morning/afternoon. Notable lyrics:

You are forever in my life...
You see me through, the seasons...
Cover me, with your hands...
And lead me in..your righteousness.

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name.
You give and take away...
You give and take away...
My heart will surely say..
Oh Lord, Blessed be your name.


I want to know you, God....And ever since that devotion together with Weng Keong that night in PLC, I've wanted to know you even more.
But sometimes, it's just so hard.
All the sins...And then, I even enjoy some of the more...devious ones...And it's frightening...Knowing that I could relish such things.
So I ask for your guidance and strength, and that you will lead me. Lead me in your righteousness. And I'll look to you, Lord.

I see what you've inspired in others, people like Randall and Weng Keong...
I mean,
What makes them so committed to you? That they devote so much of their time to you.... And they love to do so, because there's just something so wonderful...in that way you've touched them.

And I want to have that. Even just a small fraction, just to begin with. It sounds selfish, I know...And I know you know too =). But if I could have that...That kind of wholly devotion to you and to your kingdom, then I would be happy. Truly happy.

I know that I've not been trying very hard to get to know you, and that's completely my fault. I remember Robin once saying something along the lines of people admitting God into their hearts only on Sunday, then he would vanish for the rest of the week. I suppose I fall into that category. But I do think of you...But then again, I don't know if it's enough.

Which reminds me, about two months ago, I had a little conversation with Weng Keong. I've blogged about it before, but that was incredibly minor and didn't do it any justice.

To refresh your memories, and save you the trouble of digging into my archives ( the few that bother -.- ), it was basically a conversation about living our life for God.

I told Weng Keong that I wanted to be a significant somebody, because I wanted to make God proud.
Then Weng Keong told me that God was, sorry, IS already proud of me.
Which made me wonder: God died for me, so how can I possibly repay that debt.

Becoming a Peer Leader...Junior Leader...Camp Instructor...I took up these leadership positions because I wanted to, and I admit to not having thought about you, Lord, when I did. But now, I just want to make you proud...I don't want to have your sacrifice go to waste.
If one day, when I die, I arrive at those beautiful pearly gates, but I'm refused entry because I didn't live my life for you, but for myself, then I think that would be worse than hell. Although I suppose nothing is worse than Hell, so -that- would be hell.

But...Oh dear sweet God, how do I commit everything to you? How do I truthfully, and honestly say that I do this, and I do that for you? No, wait, saying it is easy, but how do I -mean- it? I could easily say "Oh, I did this good thing for God." But how do I know if I really did it to glorify you, or just purely to benefit myself?

Often, I picture myself as this boy sitting on this small island. On one side are islands with big signs proclaiming "SIN", but they offer very tempting things. And then there's your kingdom. It's very far from me, almost just a speck. And there's this..this rope that I know leads to your kingdom.

But you see, the waters between the "SIN" islands and my island are very shallow, the waters are warm, and it's all so easy.

Conversely, the water on your side is infested with sharks, some sharp pointy objects and about a million of those floaty land mine things. Which symbolize the hardship that I need to go through to reach your kingdom.

So which side do I choose?

If I were to imagine this about 1 year back, I would be sitting on that island, not going anywhere...

I've begun to pull the rope now. It's a pretty long and arduous journey filled with danger and things that go boom all the time, but it'll pay off, I hope. I just hope I do reach your kingdom. Scratches, wounds, missing body parts ( except vital organs), I don't really mind. To me, your pearly gates are a checkpoint/portal of some sort. You go through pseudo-hell to get that, but once you're through, everything's healed.

Please let me be one of those through the gates. That's what I pray for.
So please help me, dear Lord.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006



[Maple]
XxTr!n!tyxX - "If people insulted you when you are dead, wouldn't you be angry?"
Me - "No, I'd be dead."

Well, since I'm back in Singapore, and suddenly feel like blogging, I shall. About what, I don't know...

Ok anyway, came back to dear ol' insanely-hot Singapore around...7 A.M yesterday. Spent 4 hours in the airport. 1 hour to check in, 1/2 hour drinking coffee, stoned 2 1/2 hours. Fun fun fun.

And people, people, people, economy class is NOT bad lor. I don't know why so many of you are like "It's so smalllll." It's not -that- small, not as if they're trying to kill you or something. At the risk of sounding like a snob, if I'm used to First and Raffles class and I can tahan Economy class, why can't you? Granted, the food sucks balls lah, but really, only First Class food is good.

Also, some people have said that the difference between First Class and Economy Class is very great. Well, for starters, they don't treat you like trash in Economy Class, they treat you well. First Class people get much better treatment. Why? There're only about 10~15 First Class Seats on a plane ( typically ) as compared to the WTF-SO-MANY people in Economy. The leading Steward/Stewardess also serves the First Class.

First Class has much better food, win, service and seating space.

Why?

Because we pay about $800 more darn it.

Well, we don't =) Yay for parents who work in SIA!

Ok anyway, ended up going for CO yesterday after all. I don't know WHY, but I just did. Most of the people there were surprised to see me. Somehow, I wish that I could have put "Pleasantly" in front of "surprised" but whatever. Gave out the Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum to my subjects friends.

Kee Wen and Delson weren't there. No surprise. Yang En wasn't there, that's a surprise. Oh well, it's their Bubble Gum. If they're not there on Thursday, I'm just giving it to other people then.

Good thing I went for CO though, because I can honestly say that I laughed more during the CO practice than during the ENTIRE Perth trip.

Amos walking out of the toilet with the entire roll of toilet paper in his hands.
Mr Poh playing a high "E" and "F" note with some random bird calling back in reply
Zhan Yu's horribly imba cards
Me almost walking right into Mr Lim with a deck of poker cards in my hands
Chong Chao's interesting way of playing Soccer.

Fun fun fun. Then Vincent volunteered me to be in the planning commitee for the upcoming Senior Farewell Party / CO Christmas BBQ thingy. I still have no idea as to what I need to do, but never mind. I hope I get CCA points from this. It can be under...Participation, Leadership and Achievement.

I participated in the commitee by leading the students to the BBQ pit and thus achieved a notable nothing. I'm so proud of me.

PDPC Outing still not confirmed. Sophie seems to be near having a fit trying to plan. I hope it's next week.

16th - CO BBQ, possibly staying over, but that might mean missing Church.
19th ~ Peer Support Convention, meeting for organizing commitee at RGS
21st - PSL briefing for Sec 1 orientation
22nd and/or 23rd - Sec 1 Orientation.

And there's still a mountain of Holiday homework to be done. Thankfully, I can finish it by next week. Hopefully. Hope I'm too lazy to procrastinate.

Monday, December 04, 2006



Mr Poh - "Eh, why no cloth?" [ Amos was trying to wipe a cello ]
Amos - "Cannot find...so use tissue lor..."
Mr Poh - "Cannot. Go find something else"
Amos - [Leaves. 5 minutes later, he comes back with the entire roll of toilet paper taken from the toilet]
Me - [Breaks down into uncontrollable laughter for about 5 minutes]

No, it's not an actual this-is-what-I-did-yay blogpost, I'm too tired to do that. Maybe tomorrow.

This is just a little something I remembered. Weng Keong told me this story while we were doing the Devotion during the first night of the Peer Leaders' Camp. It sorta came back to me today as I was thinking about some spiritual stuff.

There was once a family.

However, where they lived, they were persecuted for their religion - Christianity.

One day, the folks living there "arrested" them. They were told that they could either renounce their faith, or be buried alive. They chose to be buried alive.

As the sand filled the graves, the father began to have second thoughts. He turned to his wife, and asked if she wanted to renounce her faith in God. The wife refused.

Then she asked for her family to sing hymns.

The singing grew softer and softer as they were buried alive. They died.

But do you know what's the beautiful thing about this story?

Firstly, the family went to Heaven, already the greatest reward in itself.

But also...

Everyone present at the burial was so touched by the family's devotion to God that they were all crying. In the end, all of them converted to Christianity.

Faith in God is nice isn't it?

Some people out there might not really realize how beautiful this story is. But it touched me immensely the night Weng Keong told it to me. And now, it still hasn't lost any of its...its...wonder. And I hope it never does.

Saturday, December 02, 2006



Me - "I'm just tired now. Tomorrow, I'll be back to the usual nice sweet kind person I am."
Cassandra - [Raises eyebrows]
Me - "Fine. I'm just tired now. Tomorrow, I'll be back to the usual cancelcancelcancel person I am."
Cassandra - [Smirks]

I haven't blogged about Perth because...

IT'S SO BORING?

Anyone wanna hear about how I wake up everyday, brush teeth, eat breakfast, play computer, eat lunch, play computer, eat dinner then go to sleep? With the occasional shopping spree thrown in?

Well, if you didn't, you pretty much just heard about it anyway.

But seriously, there really is nothing to blog about here. Other than the fantastic food, and the OMG-SO-LOW prices of clothing ( a shirt for $15, normally $60 ), there isn't much worth mentioning.

Oh yes yes, I realized that it's not practical to give like everyone a present. It's better to pick like 5 people from various...areas of my life lah.

So far:

Danial
Weng Keong
Yang En
Jo-Ann

Need 1 or 2 more people, depending. Hmmm, who to pick?

Friday, December 01, 2006



Cassandra - "Look how fake she is" [Points to a picture of Ariel]
Me - "Yeah I know. I need a quote, can you say bitch?"
Cassandra - "Bitch."
Me - "Can you say she's a bitch?"
Cassandra - "NO!"
Me -" Damn."
Cassandra - " I mean, seriously, if Ariel was alive, she'd fold in half. Are you seriously just going to write down everything I say as if I'm a dictator or something."
Me - "Uh huh."
Cassandra - "It should be a question mark after 'dictator or something.' "

I will blog tomorrow about Perth. I promise. And if I break this promise, you all wil be empowered to bitchslap me the moment I return to Singapore.

IF I break the promise. If I don't, and someone bitchslaps me, I will personally sodomize, then cruelly eat that person.

Danial, Yang En and Weng Keong, bought presents for you guys. And the rest of the CO members too. Love me; there better be a shrine.

Well, actually, since Cassandra pointed out to me that I have a very limited amount of presents/gifts, I shall give out to those people I like. I shall be like Santa Claus. But evil. And thin. Because we all know a fat Santa is really a paedophile.

That bastard...

Nah, I lurbbe chuu Santa. Bring me presents! Like, like that panda I've wanted for SO LONG. SO DAMN LONG. GIVE IT TO ME!!!

Me - "Mum, make kor stop singing..."
Mum - "Never mind..."
Me - "But...He sounds like a bag of cats in a bag being smashed against the wall. Violently."

It's 3.57 AM

Cassandra and I are pulling an all-nighter.

Hoping to last at least to 6 AM, that'll be 24 hours without sleep. Well, 24 for Cassandra, 23 for me.

Wish us luck.