Me - I keep reading the Treble Clef as Bass Clef now Kenneth - Haha, I'm in Bass, so I never need to read Treble Clef. Me - Piano. Kenneth - Or not.
Yes, quotes are back. Rejoice.
And no I'm not fine. Why am I posting this information on my blog? Well, I guess it shows that I'm really not fine, and it's my blog anyway.
So many things I wanna scream. So many things I wanna say.
No time No opportunity No you.
Friendship has many children. Love, joy, laughter.
But I found the last one. Fear.
Fear is paralyzing, crippling. It shrouds your thinking, and makes you paranoid. It's a wild spiral down that leaves you crashing on each and every step until you hit the bottom, how long you fall only limited by how broken you are.
And when you lie at the bottom, it's either dare or die. You either climb back up those stairs splattered with your blood, sweat, blood, tears, and blood, or you simply just die. So no matter how broken you are, no matter how much you want to just flop down and die, you don't. You stand up despite your broken legs, and you climb the stairs, despite your broken arms. And you wish you have support that you have motivation. And as you look around, you don't. The only hands that are around are the skeletal remains of those that didn't make it.
So you continue trudging up the stairs. You see the sunlight, but it's such a long journey up. The goal is right there, right in front of your eyes, right at the top, the top of the damned spiral staircase. And you see the hands of your friends reaching out to welcome you.
And you cry and beg and plead for them to reach down and help you. To help and support you to climb up. And they don't hear you. And they don't hear you. And they don't.
They don't.
Edit: And if it even matters at all:
Lino squeezed Panda at 11:24 PM
Monday, November 26, 2007
It's 1.21 freaking AM and I'm here blogging. Why? Because I'm just like that.
I look forward to Post Os, playing my cello at 3am in my new soundproof room. pursuing my music studies in piano and cello, to my eventual diplomas in music.
plus, i had a super sudden revelation just now and now i feel damn dumb for thinking how i used to think.
you notice i don't capitalize my 'i's sometimes. yeah. happens when i can't be bothered.
tag replies are dead, and will continue to be dead for some time, until i get the motivation to reply them. which will most likely be tomorrow anyway because i'll obviously haul ass to do it after typing it out. bloody hell. oops, random. sometimes i feel like life points a gun at my head and tells me to pull the trigger if i want to continue living.
Lino squeezed Panda at 1:20 AM
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Ahhhh...
I'm back at home after churching with Yang En. Using the desktop right now because old laptop's busted and new laptop's busted as well. Everything's busted.
On the other hand, I have the perfect excuse to start going out more, and to do my homework. Now if only I can find the willpower to get off my lazy ass to do the second one.
Went out with Yang En and (JSM)Wei Liang after church to Parkway, Banquet to eat. Mostly because I thought it'd be a good opportunity to start getting to know the JSMers better. And it worked, I hope, because I certainly got to talk with Wei Liang a lot more.
Ahhh, having 2 Wei Liangs is confusing. Must find some way to differentiate.
But only the Imba can differentiate I'll find a way. Somehow. It will be a long, hard and tiring quest, but my unfailing sense of judgement, direction and overall condescending view of all others will lead me to my answer.
Just kidding. I love everyone.
Feeling even more drained, but at least I'm feeling better spiritually and mentally. Had a great day. Thanks Yang En and Wei Liang and Wei Liang! =)
Lino squeezed Panda at 8:10 PM
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Butterfly Kisses.
Listen. Love.
Updates will come, when I'm not so drained, physically, mentally and spiritually.
These days have been trials and tribulations galore. Tests of faith, tests of trust. Have I passed? God, I hope so.
Dear God, I hope so.
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:04 PM
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
My dad mentioned in passing that since it's late Autumn in Osaka, it's bitterly cold, and if there's any other place I could think of that's colder than Osaka.
I thought for a while.
'Singapore'
[Postscript] The first person who can tell me what I mean gets absolutely nothing, except a credit in my next post. Have fun.
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:54 PM
Monday, November 19, 2007
I'm missing Singapore. I'm missing:
YangEn. Alphonsus. John WenJun Emersius JingQun WeeBian ChenEe LinChun Jordan Bryan Danial. Shervin. ChangDa WengKeong LiZhi Glen Gajendran
I'm missing everyone. I'm raring to go back and just whack the hell out of everything waiting back at home. Damn, I never should have left. Singapore was wayyy more fun.
[Edit] Ok I miss Mr Moo.Moo too. [/Edit]
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:06 PM
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Japan is therapeutic.
Kinda miffed about missing Monday's Think Tank meeting though.
Oh well. Japan's culture is great. Sorry guys, it's almost 11 here, and I've had a strangely-exhausting first day, even though I didn't really do much. Pictures and full entry should come tomorrow.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day.
Ah well. Life goes on (and on and on ) doesn't it? So we flow with the tides, or we break under its force. Me? I'm going to ride the waves.
It's still the little secret The little secret I keep inside. And I'm sorry for doing this. I hope you guys understand. That someday, maybe soon, I'll tell you everything. But till then. Please wait, and trust me. Trust me. Please.
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:47 PM
Saturday, November 17, 2007
It's not about money It's not about the gaming devices It's not about the materialistic things.
It's about friendship. It's about the little things they do It's about the little things they say It's about a friend waiting with you for your bus because he knows you're troubled. It's about friends willing to sit down and listen to you pour your heart out It's about the encouraging SMSes they send to you, to keep you moving on.
It's about knowing you have friends that will stand by you. It's about knowing you have friends that will help mend your broken spirit. It's about knowing you have friends that you can consider brothers. It's about knowing you have friends that you'd give your life for.
It's about the tears you shed when you're so touched, tears that people don't see. It's about being thankful, so thankful for them.
It's about friendship.
Too many times, I've lost myself in my world of complexities and confusion. And I can rely on them to pull me out, to save them from myself and others, and to be there for me when I need them. To know that they are there, just in case, just in case, just in case I fall.
And sometimes...
It isn't about being complex. It isn't about being bombastic. It isn't about being sophisticated.
Sometimes, the simplest of phrases carry the most meaning to them.
Yang En. Alphonsus. Thank you. Thank you so much.
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:25 PM
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Well, now that I'm sufficiently bored motivated, I shall finally blog the pseudo-narrative version of the PSLTC. Yay me.
After I change keyboard. This laptop's keyboard sucks balls.
The " : " key is still screwed though. Damn. Also, because I have bad memory an obsessive compulsive dysfunctionality, I will be referring to the camp programme to make sure I don't miss out on anything. Much.
Okok, so the day before the camp which was Sunday, after Churching with Yang En, I came back home, bathed and did final packing before lugging all the bags to school. By bus. Yes, I dragged 3 bags ( Haversack with LAPTOP bag inside and the usual Ashworth carry bag ) by bus.
Reached school where a very surprised Varian called me retarded for staying over the night before a camp. Woof woof =)
Musli finally reached school at around 7 when the first gnawing pains of gastric had manifested. I thought bussing was bad, Musli had to cycle to school from Eunos with his own hugeass bag. Poor thing.
Anyway, we went to Parkway for dinner. Wandered around because EVERYWHERE was filled with people. Non-halal Pastamania was filled blah blah blah so we ended up eating at Swensons
It was nice, but shooper-dooper totally not worth it. $14 (inclusive of GST and Service Charge) for a relatively small plate of food is so totally not worth it. Plus we waited for like 20 minutes with Musli and I getting increasingly desperate for food.
'Musli, do you think anyone would mind if we started eating the forks?' 'As long as we don't have to pay for them.'
We patronized Scoopz after that since we were planning to walk back. The gastric still hadn't subsided by then, and halfway back to school at MPL, we gave up due to the excruciating pain our stomaches. I finally know what it's like to be pregnant AND giving birth. Simultaneously.
Because of my absolute desponess in wanting to climb into school, we dropped at Mandarin Gardens. Had to jump across the longkang which resulted in my wonderful gastric-baby kicking me very painfully in the stomach.
And Musli, if you read this, there was something. =)
Made our way backs to the PSB room where we promptly collapsed into chairs. Babies are evil little monsters. Watched the Simpsons Movie then went to sleep. I mean tried to sleep because my vicious gastric-baby was intent on making my life hell. I tossed and turned ( painfully ) for like an hour before finally managing to fall asleep.
We woke up the next morning to John considerately and quietlykicking the door open and shouting "Good MORNING!" ala Mdm Farrah. No offense M'am. I jolted awake and Musli slept on. I poked Musli, prodded him, slapped him with my air pillow and did a myriad of other things before Sleeping Beauty finally awoke from his magical slumber.
We showered at fricking 6.30 in the school showers. At first, we didn't think it was so cold even though it had been raining the entire night. And then when we stepped out of the room and walked towards the showers, Musli and I were like 'Oh...this is going to be so fun.'
In the showers itself, it wasn't all that cold. I turned on the water and promptly screamed as the glacial water drenched me. It was cold. Very cold. It was even colder after I stepped out of the shower to soap myself. Then when I stepped back in, it was warmer, but still cold. Overall, it was very very cold. I think my testicles experienced an Ice Age.
Needless to say, I stepped out of the shower very very awake, and very very frozen. Musli didn't seem all that cold. Must be the insulation of the B**** surrounding him =)
Went back just as most of the PSLs/PSFs arrived. Did another briefing regarding the new 'separation' of groups. Then we all (PSLs, PSFs and PSLs-to-be) assembled in the wonderfully dry basketball court. It was very dry, unless you count puddles of water everywhere, water still dripping from the nets and a generally flooded basketball court. But petty details, petty details.
As it turns out, despite our faces being on the glaringly bright red board hanging on the PSB room door, most of the PSLs-to-be (henceforth referred to as nubcakes for convenience and fun) don't know how we look like. Alphonsus and I contemplated switching names for the camp, but decided against it because that would just confuse the poor already-confused nubcakes.
Oh, and one nubcake called me Glen. Please, do I look like this -> [|^.^|] (my god I'm such a bitch)
Did basic briefing for camp stuff ( discipline yada yada ), and experienced a STUPID incident before bringing them all to ECP where they all got hit by cars and died. Oops, wrong ECP, this one's East Coast Park. Yar, so we did Identities there.
My group was the uber sexy Team Dynamite with uber-sexy facilitators like Alphonsus, Weng Keong, myself, Hao Ming, Andre and Nicholas Chan. Of course, being uber-sexy Team Dynamite means our nubcakes themselves are uber-sexy too.
In no order of uber-sexiness, the nubcakes are: Uber-sexy Dynamite Alpha: Caleb, Jing Qun, Yu Fan, Fu Zhi, Siddharth Equally-Uber-sexy Dynamite Beta: Wei Loong, Joseph, Nicholas, Desmond, Emersius.
I can't believe that being the sextorians that we are, we forgot to take a group picture! Ahhhhh my gawd!
In any case, we got started on Group Identities. Naturally, Team Dynamite's logo is something rather brainless. They actually improvised and fashioned a brush out of a stick and tissue paper. Glen came over and poured the red and blue paint onto tissue paper. The coagulated paint resembled a sheep's heart. Only with a blue version. But still gross. And somewhat cute.
The first attempt at drawing a dynamite logo failed miserably. The result looked like a worm exploded, violently. Thankfully subsequent attempts were good and more than half of their identities actually resembled sticks of dynamite ( and miscellanous exploded entrails ).
Super camwhored with Alphonsus, Weng Keong, Oswin the Pok and the rest. Will upload pictures once my new HP ( horrible product ) laptop comes back.
We had GROUP PRESENTATIONS after that and GROUP DYNAMITE, despite being the last to finish their identities, no time to prepare and a completely impromptu presentation, did not lose any of their uber-sexiness for a second and gave a super presentation! Then the group cheer was somewhat lackluster, but I wasn't really paying attention because I was talking with Jonty and Marcus AwYong the cheekopeh.
ICEBREAKERS were damn fun! We played Double Whacko after first getting everyone to introduce themselves, class, cca and subject combination, seniors included. Everytime a nubcake said 'Triple Science and Geography elect' or "Triple Science and History elect' most of the PSFs/PSLs erupted in cheers. Alphonsus was retardedly cheering every History elect, together with Musli and Pok.
Mirza stood up and was like 'Hi, I'm Mirza, from 2G, Concert Band and I guess I'm the only guy here going for Literature' . I screamed my lungs out.
The Double Whacko itself was damn cocked-up lah. With the red shirts inside in the inner circle, everyone started calling out the red shirts' names instead of the nubcakes' names. Emersius failed to protect me so I kana'ed once. Stood by Joshua and the moment someone called his name , I thwacked him.
After a while, the red shirts pulled out because we realized it was quite meaningless for us to be playing. So we got them to sit closer. As names flew fast and frantic, a lot of sand got sprayed up and kicked around by the whacker leaping at people. Sandmen, all of them.
We skipped the polo mint game due to time constraint and went to CHINESE WHISPERS. And what a spasticated game it was. From 'Powerpuff Girls' can become 'Upskirt'. My group cheated once though =( Almost had "Weng Keong' as a phrase but it was scrapped when most of them moved to do the Banana Dance thrusting motion to represent 'Wank.' Yeah, the idea was scrapped fast.
Had a cheering session after that. Being the first day, the cheering was quite lacklustre, but at least you can still see people really putting in the effort. People like Mirza who's face kept turning red, Mr Wei 'Ahpui' Loong who lost a bit of his voice on the first day. But can also see those who are not cheering, people like Joseph and Mr Merk.
Lunched, then went for Urban Orienteering. Our route was damn weird, but damn fun. Spent a lot of time running here and running there and running everywhere. Without going into too much detail, we completed 7 out of 10 locations. Going back from AngMoKio Hub took FOREVER because the bus took like an hour more than usual. I was like 'shit shit shit this is soooo screwed'. On the upside, Weng Keong introduced me to Subway which is the total shizz and I'm so eating there this sunday. or tomorrow, whichever.
We reached back an HOUR late and I was super super paiseh and embarrassed and honestly feeling completely like shit because of that for the entire night. Hurriedly bathed and whatnot, then had sharing session and senior sharing session. Then released Talentime details.
Dynamite's words were " Lee Kuan Yew ", "Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes", "Underwater", "Baby on a stick" and the impromptu suggestion (coughalphonsuscough) "MOCCA MAN."
Needless to say, Macrogroup Dynamite's planned talentime was super super R-rated. It involved affairs, inserting of sticks into various bodily orifices and little choice words about someone's mother, some private parts and someone's mother's private parts. YuFan and Fu Zhi are very very well-versed in some things they should not be well-versed in. MakanKamaSutra anyone?
They all slept at around...12+ in the canteen. Us red shirts had a meeting with Ms Tang to talk about our groups, what we had noticed and everything. Ms Tang brought down Coke which I drank because I'm a coke slut. Then nightwalk briefing until 1+ before we finally retired to bed.
Which took us another half an hour. Musli, Alphonsus and I dragged 3 of those canteen wooden tables together and then each slept on one. Alphonsus on my left, Musli on my right. We slept.
I kept waking up in the middle of night because the temperature just kept changing. It would rain then stop, rain then stop. It was also fairly cold and though Musli kindly acquiesced to lend me his sleeping bag, it did quite little to warm me. I almost wanted to hug one of them for warmth, but Musli didn't look particularly huggable and hugging Alphonsus would have been like cold and uncomfortable. Cold in particular.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, it's 10.30 and I'm still up. Surprised? Well, I've been trying to sleep more, to see if it improves my reaction time during the day. Still training myself to react faster to changes around me and be aware and keep track of everything around me.
Butttttttttttttt Yang En hasn't sent me the documents. And I'm not sleeping till I get those documents.
So let's burn some 10.28pm oil.
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:28 PM
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
It's not about style, it's about substance. It's not about numbers, it's about the effort. It's not about fun, it's about the knowledge.
Until now, I still feel the reminiscences of Peer Support Leadership Training Camp twothousandseven gnawing at my heart. I revisit it in day and in dream, thinking about what happened. Smiling at all the spasticity, all the fun, all the learning, all the bonds we built.
So you know what? I realized I honestly don't give a friggin damn how good or how bad Veloci-T was. I can't change how it went. And I didn't go through it. But I went through PSLTC, and that's more than enough. 4 days of peer support, peer support and peer support. That means Fun, Laughter, Peace and Joy, with a capital Eff, El, Pee and Jay.
I realized that it really is a blessing in disguise that I was not chosen as an SL. Honestly, I don't like the idea of Veloci-T and the direction it's going in. Again, I'm not saying it's useless, but I don't like how it's going. And perhaps that camp would have been more miserable than happy.
I'm not contented to slave under Randell Siow. I'm not happy to do sai kang for the Green Shirts. I'm seriously fed up with that crap. It didn't seem to work when I went through the camp as a CI ( Because the CLs lacked ACTUAL leadership qualities ) and as a JL ( Because the Green Shirts ran everything )
Maybe they like it that way.
Just like how I love the way PSLTC runs. By the ExCo, for its members. Not the teachers, not the facilitators, but by the people who went through that camp, and planned the camp to be the camp that the juniors want, and more. Ms Tang, lovely teacher that she is, allowed us to be creative and innovative with our ideas, taking them in directions that were before unthinkable. And it worked, didn't it. But it more than worked. It worked well. Very well.
I love Peer Support. They're such a beautiful pair of words. They teach us to be friends, and more than just friends. They teach us to be true friends, to help each other in time of need. For everyone to share the burden, to lighten it for everyone. They show us how through cohesiveness and true supporting, the PSLs can make heavy work so like a feather. So easily lifted, so easily completed.
Perhaps I'm biased. But let me live in this biased world of beautiful illusions and delusions. Let me linger in this world where PSB is the premier leadership organization. Let me drown myself in the blissful illusions, where Peer Support Leaders are the true leaders of the school.
Let me dream.
And after I wake up. Let me make that a reality.
[postscript] I'm looking forward to the ExCo meeting tomorrow. Hopefully with the agenda sent out beforehand, everyone will come prepared. Heh, yeah right. *Snicker* As if.
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:49 PM
Monday, November 12, 2007
He felt like he was flying, an exhilaration that surpassed anything he'd ever felt before. And indeed, he was flying, the wind brushing back his hair with gentle, yet brusque force. His body was as light as a feather, happiness he had never known.
Trapped.
He thought back to his childhood, of the fun times he had with his relatives. He thought back to his primary school, of the learnings he experienced. He thought back to his secondary school, of the friends he had made and lessons learnt. He thought back to the happy times.
Trapped.
He was falling, not flying, falling. Falling into a pit of despair, a deep dark pit with no way out. He made sure of that, that he could not turn back once he jumped in.
Trapped.
He smashed onto the cold hard ground. There was no pain, no feeling. There was just... nothing. He saw nothing, heard nothing, tasted nothing, smelt nothing, felt nothing. And as the crimson flower blossomed around his shattered body, his soul felt itself lighten.
Trapped.
They burnt him in his black shirt as he had once requested. The epitome of his success, and of his failure. The reminder of how high he had soared, and how low he had crashed. It was a bond, that he never could escape. And now, as his body was burnt, he realized that his soul could not release itself even then.
Trapped.
And for eternity he would remain chained to his memories of success and failure, never able to escape for a moment. His soul would not move, could not move. Although death had released his physical being, he would never truly escape. For something else had been broken, the thing that was shattered, was needed to move on, would never move on.
Trapped.
His shattered spirit.
Forever.
Lino squeezed Panda at 11:03 PM
Yesterday, I woke up and promptly fell back asleep almost immediately.
When I finally actually woke up, I shamefully decided not to go Church because it's like so so paiseh to go without Yang En, especially since I've not really bonded or interacted much with the other JSMers. I shall have to work on that.
I wonder how Veloci-T is going.
Went out to Cafe Cartel for lunch. The St Louis' Ribs are still the uber sex. The Sirloin Steak was definitely a hit too, with the delicious Texas-style sauce. And let's not reveal that the pasta went excellently with the sauce, a wonderful surprise because I don't particularly like that kind of pasta. Linguini, is it?
Hit Jo's place after that to go play the new Bleach game for Wii, Bleach: Shattered Blade. It's fricking retarded because it's just insanely swinging your arms round and round and round faster than your opponent can. Who cares about the stamina bar when every fricking hit can supercancel into a Guard Break or a Critical. Debatable fighting system, especially since several characters seem overpowered, Uquiorra being a prime example with his cheapass emo self-slashing move. Yoruichi and Grimmjow are close seconds, and Yoruichi's Teleport -> 2HitCombo ->GuardBreak/Critical -> Bankai...Broken shit. Half the life bar gone instantly and the ability to pull it off twice is just crazy. What's really broken is the ability to Attack/Guard break at almost any given moment. Any combo, if blocked can instantly transit into a Guard Break which flows into almost all Bankai comboes ( except for Rukia's whose Bankai is a bitch and a half to execute ). Similarly, any combo can be blocked and Attack-Broken without needing skill, so it's actually a race to see who Attack-Breaks or Guard-Breaks first.
Hitsugaya and Hinamori have also dropped in power from the PSP Heat The Soul game. Hinamori takes forever to use any attack and her Tobiume flies so slowly Stephen Hawkings could outrace it in his wheelchair. Hitsugaya's Bankai Dragon-Form is banana slow and the Bankai itself takes enough time to come out that Steve Irwin could run away from it in time.
But back to reality. We went to Uncle Lester's house to eat popiah see Megan. So after eating the popiah seeing Megan, we promptly sat down and started talking. We meaning Nigel, Kegan, Jo-Ann and I.
It was really, really nice to be able to sit down with them and just talk. From sharing ghost stories, to the stupidities of our daily lives and the reminiscences of the past... It was like old times again. And now that all four of us unanimously agreed that playing computer games really sucks big balls, we need to find something to do together again.
Little summary of what we talked about:
Nigel's 'spooky' experience with the Loyang Red House. My PSLTC NightWalk Victorian sighting on the 4th floor. Nigel's potato cannon that destroyed several flower pots. Me driving the Bintain Buggy and Jo-Ann falling off and chasing after it screaming 'Wait wait I fell off the buggy!' Nigel kick-starting the Buggy and nearly driving into the pool. The many near-wall-crashes. Blowing out the tires by driving the buggy over a road hump at full speed. The uber small island with the jellyfish and fishes that we would swim out to. How I caught all those small fishes. How those small fishes died. Nigel's lighting of the firecracker, in his hands with a lighter. How the firecracker exploded almost immediately, numbing my ears and Nigel's hand. All the pyromaniacal times we had together. Building 'sand volcanoes', dumping sparkler powder inside and igniting the whole damn thing, resulting in fiery explosions and the sand 'magma.' Our trusty cauldron that saw us through 1 year of weekly burnings and pyromaniacal indulgence before being destroyed. Charlene's house that we turned into a rocket. Uncle Swee King stopping us from playing with fire, spraying the fire with water and turning it into a huge blaze. Our hugeass wax bricks that never withstood the test of time. or fire. Our attempted 'cooking' attempts. How one cooking attempt shot a 'fireball' at Nigel, and he fired his 'fire' cannon at me as a result. Scraping the wax off my backyard after our fire escapades. How we dug holes in beaches, then covered it with twigs and leaves and sometimes disguised it as a hopscotch area and waited for people to fall in.
Oh... there're just too many experiences to even list down, and it warms my heart with the fond memories of my childhood.
Talking with the Co Members, I realized that my childhood was really different from others. I mean, even back then, I knew that we were different, but...
Other spent their childhood playing games, watching tv and with lego.
Before any of us were past 12, we were playing with fire, causing explosions, building cannons, digging traps and waiting for people to fall in. We were also well-versed in cards, climbing trees and scaling walls. We skateboarded down dangerously-vertical slopes and slides and sprained body parts about once a week.
And you know what? I love it. I loved it so much.
Because looking back. Would I rather have been indoors watching Barney, or playing Pokemon cards?
Or would I rather have been having so much fun. Yeah, we got injured. We got burnt a lot of times by the fire and the 'backfiring' (no pun intended) of several pyro experiments. We skateboarded and sprained a lot of ankles and wrists as results. We played full-block catching, running up and down 4 blocksof 17 stories each, ending up utterly exhausted. It was tiring, and painful .
But it was fun. And I loved it. I love it. I will always love it.
So here's a cyber-toast to the escapades of Nigel Ang, Kegan Ang, Ng Jo-Ann and Linus Ong. To the pyromaniacal, sadistic and insane adventures and experiments we had at the ages of 10.
Cheers.
Lino squeezed Panda at 12:21 PM
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I haved been tagged byWei Liang to do this. 1. Do the following without complaint. 2. Choose 5 people to do this after you complete yours. 3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged. 4. Start you post with; I have been tagged!
Favourite Favourite colour: white Food: Soft-Shell crab Handroll Favourite movie: Most non-slapstick comedies. Favourite sport: Bowling Favourite day: Sunday Favourite season: Spring Favourite Ice-cream: Cookies 'N' Cream
Currents Current mood: Bored Current clothes: Black/blue t-shirt + black shorts Current desktop: HP ( Horrible Product ) laptop. Current time: 11.55 a.m Current surrounding: bedroom Current annoyance: stupid spoilt computer.
First First bestfriend: =) First crush: Haha. First movie: Probably some old chinese movie over at grandmum's. First lie: No idea. Should be when I was very young. First Music: Godknows.
Last Last drink: Water. Last car ride: Er...um....hmmmm.....Last Saturday? Last crush: =) Last CD played:cd of photos! not any songs. songs from wmp.
Have you ever...? Have you ever dated one of your best friends: No Have you ever broken the law: Not really. Embracing my inner pyromaniac count? Have you ever been arrested: Haha, no. Have you ever been on TV: No Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: Nope.
Random 5 things you are good at: Bitching, blogging, dai di......dota...bitching. 4 things you have done today: Eaten breakfast, draw, hum music, read through my SMSes 3 things you hear right now: Fatass brother, clicking of keys, MSN alert noises from convo with wei liang. 5 people to tag: Whoever
Wei Liang tagged me! Relationship: Mentor =)
5 impression of her: Imba, nice, imba, kind, imba. And imba.
Most memorable thing done for me: Like everything
Most desirable I want to do for her now: No idea. Thank him?
My overall impression of her: Uber-Imba.
Characteristics I love about myself: Common sense.
Characteristics I hate about myself: Too direct. Not tactful enough
