they came, hand in hand

why does shit not happen but happens? at pairs at that!

no phone and then coems the bigger shit! 1week of studying all for naught! flunk the maths shit big time.

books

anybody got good books to recommend? seems that the library has a huge stockpile of books. thing is, all the good 1s get booked/borrowed, leaving the shitty ass 1s by shitty ass authors hoping to make a quick buck.

and soooooo, after delving into the depths of the enormous catalogue, there appears a few hidden gems.

the maigret series by georges simenon. his books belong in the crime/thriller category, yet the focus is on the emotional and the dark side of human nature. therefore the books give a quite interesting perspective different from your Agatha Christie or Arthur Conan Doyle. While the latter explores the how, the former explores the why.

very very interesting. anybody got books to lend?

kicks to the head can't kill?

this blog coincidentally named after a tkd kick somehow feels inclined to comment on the recent articles(s) that appeared in the Straits Times about a boy who died after being kicked in the neck during a tkd match.

it seems that comments by the Singapore Taekwondo Federation make tkd sound like a sport which is perfectly safe if the proper safety gear are worn and rules are followed. it also adds that only adults aged 17 and above are allowed kicks to the head.

wow. so '17 year olds are immune to death, therefore the permit for kicks to the head' is what the statement implies, when read collectively with the previous statement that the sport is safe.

question! wouldn't 17year olds have more strength and would that not result in more lethal and powerful kicks?

question! so is tkd now a sport like fencing where exponents square off in skill alone with no possible harm to themselves? and does the underlying foundation on which the sport was built on, i.e. to defend yourself i.e. maiming your attacker so u have time to get away, totally and conveniently forgotten when they say it is 'safe' in a bid to attract more bao gui sons and daugthers to train in their superior safer training facility with world class safety practices?

here now, nicky, come here! nicky nicky! where are u? damn i can't recognize me son. they all look alike covered head to toe in full battle order.

help i can't walk! my protective gear is too heavy!

come on! kick me! i can't feel pain cos of my superior kevlar reinforced armour!

come on! stab me! i won't feel any pain cos in training, i dun.

it's been a long time coming...

long long ago, long long ago, tell me the tale that to me was so dear, long long ago, long long ago.

many things happened. just stumbled back into this blog. aaaaah... nostalgic...

the start

the training programme was quite interesting and very different from BMT for the first 2weeks. for the first part, we had damn lot of lectures on leadership. so much so as to the point where many people were totally bored out. haha but i wasn't complaining. as long as i didn't have to go out to the field. leadership field camp was where i confirmed the feeling that my wing was very very focused on training. others were in camo and eating from ration packs while we were doing all our activities with our usual untainted faces and eating fresh hot rations. haha.

my instructor is a very nice guy. hardly scolds people. likewise for most of the other instructors. even if there is scolding, it is kept to a minimun. it's more focus on the training itself and correction if anyone makes a mistake. it is even more evident when i say that i cannot remember being pumped for more than3 times. however, having said that, when it comes to physical training, it is very focused also, therefore it is very tough.

the people here are mostly leader material. however, there's some i cannot undertand how they even came here. take for example, the person sleeping in the same room as me. shall leave the elaboration to casual discussion. haha.

had 3 field camps already. it's a very nasty feeling in the weeks and especially the days leading up to it. can't bath. sweat like fuck. feed the mosquitoes. nasty and unenjoyable stuff. the sense of dread and forebidding. but, i'm very thankful for my wing. as i said, training is very focused. so when we do our stuff, there's no unnecessary time wastage doing miscellaneaous stuff like push ups. haha but then there's 1 drawback and that's when everyone starts being lethargic. very irritating when everybody moves so slowly, and especially taking their time to get the butts off the ground. i dunno... maybe it's the time where some punishment would come in handy and get things moving. not disciplined and definitely not commander material.

many weeks have passed already since the first day here. 10weeks to be exact. wow that's like more by 1week of BMT. and i doubt anybody feels as lethargic as when bMT was coming to and end. and i don't even know it's passed so fast. wow... but next up... field camp again and lots of digging and more digging. ever tried digging a sewage system like in the teenage mutant ninja turtles? i haven't, and i'm gonna be doing that. haha.

the beginning

heyyyyyyyyyyyy it seems it's been a while huh? haha. more like an eternity man. couldn't find the energy or rather was too lazy to post anything new.

well the past 1 month plus has been quite an enjoyable roller coaster ride. not too tough yet not too slack to make me bored. a very nice mixture of fun and shit. mmmm smells like chicken.

got my posting to go SISPEC. heartbroken. frustrated. suicidal. in agony. hahaha no fucking way have i ever felt like that la. only bloody emotional people with no sense of practicality or self control do that. i just felt... cheated. how come some of the underserving 1s can get to go in when i know i'm so much better? anyway resigned myself to my fate and told myself to get into OCS through the alternative route. secretly i hoped that it was just the pilot application taking to long to process. give them some time, they might post me there when the processing's done.

so off i went to SISPEC. the place is new, not bad, but it feels like a prison with the greyish buildings and sweltering weather with no trees overhead. the first day was spent orientating myself to the place and people, as per usual. i think the company, Juliet Company, i was in was a rather slack company. it was newly formed, so the OC and Sergeants were all assembled from other different companies. therefore, there could be 2 conclusions: a) xiong like siao, since the OC would be trying to prove something through results, or b) slack like siao. luckily for the others, it was slack like siao. one of the sergeats made it very clear that during field camp, as long as we did the drills well, the rest of the time would be spent having a little R&R. super slack. spent the night hoping the new posting would come soon...

i slept there for that night. the next day, i was gone. or was it the day after? haha. yeah i thnk it was for 1 night only. did IPPT in the morning. then 1 sergeant came into the lecture room with an email. waaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaah damn shocked but happy. took a cab with a few other lucky souls like me to OCS. yada yada... settled down... yada yada and stuff. but it was slightly more difficult to mix because i came in 1 day late. missed out important house rules and the welcome message. wow man... i never thought that all these things which i often thought were bullshit could be so important.

routine interview by instructor that night i think. asked why i came to OCS. was it because i applied for pilot? the answer: no. wow that makes it even better. i came in on my own merits, which means those whom i thought were not as good somehow got in because they were lucky. ok just pacifying myself. anyway it was a wrong posting, that was why i went to SISPEC for the 1st day. anyway, the main issue was, i'm here!

and that was just the start of the journey. and it's such a long post already. hope i don't bore you. more posts coming up, if i can find the willpower. haha

back to civilisation

i'm BACK! for 4 precious days at least. after 2weeks in camp. of which 1week was spent in hell, home feels like heaven. too bad i still have to go back on tuesday. damn...

the week before field camp was damn slack. i think they were just letting us enjoy life before they suck it out of us. haha had so much time for so many power naps man. was really starting to love life. haha especially the last few days before field camp. wa OC cancelled so many xiong activites man! damn happy. but bloody hell... when field camp starts...

camo on, camo off. on and off. and again. that was the 1st day. fucking bitter foretaste of what's to come man. had to dig and the whole fucking area was damn dusty. people were coughing like mad man.

ok skip to the enjoyable parts.

3rd day we had intra platoon war games. damn fun! exactly like CS man. just camp there then manipulate each other then over run those bitches! haha super fun.

4th day they let us splash water on ourselves. i tell you, after not bathing for 4days, that little water is heavenly. you feel super refreshed. but before that, we had inter platoon war game. dam fun again. my section had the least people because many people were sick. so we played guerilla warfare. travel by drain and ambush. hahahahhahhahh we had the best win/lose ratio man! the rest of the day was spent slacking. literally lying around and slacking. haha had to take up defensive position and lying there in wait. damn shiok man!!!! but got up in the night and did stupid things. shall not expose myself. haha.

anyway i slimmed down. and i eat much lesser now. i like my tougher bod. hahahaha shall make it even better.

anyway... lying there on the grass with the stars for a roof, i couldn't help thinking of....

RESET

11th january.

hit the RESET button.

back to fitness, body stimulation and to forget the bloody screwed up JC.

but come to think of it, while packing my bags, i realised that however bad the impression of have of it, i made a few friends. especially a BEST FRIEND. so it's not that bad after all.

it's just luck. class of stupids. fuck them. spoiled the whole thing. but come to think of it again, i have no problem with the girls. nice people. the guys, or should i say pussies, are pieces of shit strewn around except for a few. so why is it still so fucked up?

number 1: sounds harsh, but they're stupid. that's not a problem. but to make up for their shortcoming, they just study and study and study. haha study also still so stupid. nothing to show for it. and all that studying translates to selfishness. and there you have it! a class gathering of less than 5people!

number 2: the pussies are losers.

time to hit RESET!! i'm a bit nervous though. hope i get into air force. haha.

after prom

after prom party was quite an eye opener. haha.

NOOB!

after a long long break

long time didn't post. haha so now blogger's got a new version where you seamlessly integrate with gmail. bloody hell dumb me didn't create another gmail account, so instead, i used my actual 1. so much for being anonymous.

anyway it's been a long time.

'A' Levels

didn't really study much. and then again, even if i studied, it wouldn't be of much use since everything that came out wasn't really in the notes. application based? maybe. i was thinking since this exam is taken by people from different countries, and since it was set in UK, they'll probably be setting it in accordance with what teachers there teach and stress on.

should have practised. i'm really really gonna die for maths. haha left out a whole 10marks question and that's when i could do with all the marks i could get. bloody hell.

damn games. played throughout the whole of the 'As'. hope my 'skill' can be depended on.

Holidays

i don't know what to do. games games games. quite loser. hahaha. tried finding a job in the newspaper. i realised that most of them are scams. i mean, what respectable or proper company would spend just $50 dollars on 2liners?

i called 2 of them and luckily they were in the same area, so i didn't need to waste time travelling to and fro. both said the same thing, which was for me to come down for an interview and find out more from our manager. bloody hell the 1st thing i noticed about the building was that it was probably the kind they used to film 'dark water' with all the gloomy long corridors. and then at the end of the passageway was the fucking office. it's quite large but 1 look and you can tell it's a today-here-tomorrow-gone business. they just rent it for a few days and paste some lousy laminated paper with some shitty company name over the door.

haha when i came in the bloody person who answered the phone was the receptionist also. nothing unusual about that. except that the 'manager' mentioned above was sitting at a lousy table just a few steps away from her.

now that i think about it, it's really stupid. any company would without a doubt tell any potential candidates what a job is about before asking them down for an interview. of course, this applies to small time jobs, not those executive appointments. asking any tom dick or harry that calls down for an interview without asking for background info, without telling them what they're coming down for smells of fish.

i think they want as many people to come down as possible to try their luck. try their luck in what? we shall see.

the stupid ugly receptionist who can't speak propurrrrrrr engrish takes down the numbers of those who call and schedules them for an 'interview'. she takes them down on a A4 blank paper. i was given a appplication form which was printed on the spot. it's looks like shit, because it must have been photocopied a thousand times, and there was no company name at the top. it was badly aligned, it's almost like an X. they must have stolen the form from some other company and erased the header.

and oh by the way, which company has only 2 people working in that huge office?

so dumb me filled up my application form, handed it in and waited. since they conduct the interview just beside u, and (surprise!) not in a private room, you can hear most of what's being said.

i tell you, it's a fucking scam. interviews my foot. they're just talking to pretend they're conducting interviews. bloody hell i heard the interview with a china girl.

the china girl skips school to work, so the 'interviewer' asks her why dun go school, will her grades suffer, will her parents know and finally, a friendly word of advice, 'careful ar, XXXX will check your attendence and they might kick you out if you skip school too many times.'

FUCK YOU THIS IS NOT AN INTERVIEW!

the 'interviewer' wrapped things up by asking chinagirl to come the next day for orientation and bring money for it. cibai scam just wanna cheat people of their money.

so i told the ugly receptionist i wrote something wrongly on my form and could i have it back? i took it and walked out.

then the other office. fucking beside Hotel 81. i walked up the stairs since it was on the 2nd floor. i didn't know i had missed it until i reached the 3rd storey. i didn't bother going in.

FUCKING SCAMS!

dead

shit i have so much time on my hands and it's not becoz i have nothing to study since 'A' Levels are over. fuck it's because i don't know what to study, how to study and most importantly, i don't feel like studying. haha i'm so screwed man!!!!!!!!!

this is becoming like the period after exams, where everyone has lots of time to do anything they want and even pick up a new hobby, except that this time, it's right before the exams. shiiiiit.

i'm taken up a new hobby, extreme bumming, and it's really an extremely mentally challenging hobby. it's very mentally challenging because i know i need to study, i want to study and yet at the same time, i must not study because i'm too lazy. it gets more extreme as the exams approach.

let's go kl!

buffet

holy shit. i ate buffet last thursday after paper and i'm gonna eat buffet tomorrow again!! damn i haven't slimmed down since the previous 1 and i'm gonna pack in the food again? wow really must train tonight tmr man.

haha thursday's paper was so damn easy. i feel like killing myself. it was so easy, you couldn't possibly do it even if you studied. FUCK the asshole who set the paper. bloody hell. that asshole lectured us on one of the topics tested before; plants. and she was bloody gushing about how she was so excited about growing them when she took a module. cheeeeeeeebyeeeeeeeeeeee boring subjects for boring people. she must find real joy in watching grass grow. glass glow if you can't pronounce properly. haha. fuck so that bloody topic came out and fuck, i almost answered just yes or no to one of the questions. hahaha damn funny man. ok only to myself.

oh yeah kenneth's god must smile quite alot on him. for physics paper, he asked me and nicky the definition of systematic and random error just before we entered the venue. and we were like joking if that came out, it'll be damn funny. haha so the 1st questions was really that!!! kept smiling to myself. i think it would have been quite suspicious if the 3 of us kept smiling, not to mention gay!! haha also, another of my friends were discussing whether it would come out and they guessed wrong. haha so everyone smiling. mabbe the whole hall was smiling! haha.

anyway kenneth and i were supposed to meet nicky for buffet. 12 at suki or 3 at sakae. alamak tough. 3pm, must wait 5hours. suki, not so nice to eat. in the end we decided to eat sakae but kenneth called nicky to join us. what the hell? 5hours and 3guys in town. what the hell do we do there? day around? haha and we were like telling nicky to put on makeup and hurry meet us. so gay!!! actually it was kenneth la. haha. eeeeeeeeee.

so anyway went chinatown to while away the time before nicky came. wow didn't know there were hookers there too. very kinky type. a little wrinkled skin and holding walking stick, but still, looking yummyllicious and licking her lips. i wanna puke!!!!! haha. but there was this girl... haha cindy gonna kill me!!

after nicky came, wanted to play LAN but no shirt, so had to but. damn gay 3guys walking around in P.S. hahahah. honey, does this make me look fat? puuuuuuuuuukeee. then LAN then finally buffet.

those fuckers, really made us wait 15mins outside because it was only 1430. wouldn't even let us take a seat inside and wait. never mind, we paid them back. we made sure they wouldn't treat people like us they wa they treated us. haha we cleaned the whole place up la. all in all, we ate about 60+ plates, but with a little cheating. chawanmushi = 2plates and the friend chix = 2plates. haha cheaters man.

oooooh i'm full...

phsyics and prelims

prelims just started. i am hardly halfway here nor there, which puts me in a truly unique position. if i do well, i'm smart. if i don't, i'll just say i didn't study. but the level of difficulty of the tests are really laughable. bloody easy. i think i can get a B for physics. i hope it'll shoot up to an A though. haha.

ok enough bragging and wishful thinking and elevating myself. compared to my class in secondary school, phew! blown away by their hard work and sheer genius man.

anyway my physics teacher had some personal problems, so she couldn't see our class through till after the prelims. hope she comes back though, she's a very good teacher and just, nice. so, you can't just throw my class into the deep end of the pool, although by this time, we should be comfortably threading water. to be blunt and frank, my class's stupid. anyway no matter how good the class is, the school will still employ a relief teacher. and what do we get? the best of the lot!

name: WT, L
teaches: nothing. or at least how to be as screwed up as him.
talks: nonsense. and everything that can be found on the answer sheet.

to think i even thought he did the bloody questions himself. he just bloody copies the answers on the board. damn, it's exactly like paying 200bucks for tuition. even though i've not been to tuition before, i think it's a bloody waste of time and especially waste of money (200 is the market rate right?). anyway that's how i view it. waste of time.

he's screwed up. laughs to himself. and just screwed up. useless.

i didn't do my tutorials (as usual) so he asked me and 2others to stand up. all i did while stnading up was to take the chance to study the tutorial i was supposed to be doing, albeit standing up. unlike the other screwed up classmate having fun answering the big screwed up's questions.

haha so anyway, the 2nd tutorial came and i still hadn't done my work. and even if i did, i wouldn't wnat to go for his lessons. bloody hell some teacher mistook our class for his, so my friend called my friend who was ponning with me, so we went up. nahbeh false alarm. we decided to wait to see if S Up would come but we saw him looking at us from far, so alamak cannot pon. anyway he came in and asked if i did the work. so he asked me in a real screwed up way, 'so can u stand at the back of the class?'

obviously i can! but i don't want to. nothing to gain by listening in also. so i asked if i could get out of the class. he asked me why? is it becoz i can't catch anything he's saying? ya ya ya ya to all that so pheeeeeeeeeeew i was out of the class.

so anyway the last day of lessons was on friday and the only tutorial was physics. haha only 10people came to school that day and only 4took physics. damn screwed. i was really really really deciding on going to his class, just the 4of us and all of usasaying we didn't do or bring our work. haha. then we all walk out together. HAHAHAHA man i tell u! in the end no one turned up, i tihnk. HAHAHA. but i wish my plan was carried out though. haha bastard.

ok anyway happy teachers' day. shit man i was among the less than handful of year2s in school today.

like father, like son

let me tell you a really sad story. it's a story about bums in singapore and how they will never ever climb the social ladder and remain what they are: bums. i'm not talking about the bums the ladies have. i'm not talking about the buns BreadTalk sells. (hyper inflated prices, in my opinion.) i'm talking about lazy bums. not the lazy bones you and me (mostly me) will occasionally have but the real bums. their mission in life? bumm their way through it. and i tell you, i'm thankful for them, because they make up the cushion in society, so that you and me may piss and shit on them. and should we ever fall from grace, there's a limit; them.

they story is about a boy and his growing up years, from the perspective of an outsider, me. the story is also about family, which you will come to know about later. this story is about a boy named willy, or whatever it is. i never got around to actually asking him but i'll tell you later how i got to know his name. the story about willy, or dicky, or penis, is a touching tale about modern day hooliganism set in the bustling town of clementi. wow i just set up a real touching plot a la jack neo's pao ba, haizi (run, you kid!). we'll see. hahahahaha.

little willy was a willy. a fucking pain in the ass. if you ever have a willy in the ass, some of you may feel pleasure but with the exceptions of Great Anal Yahoos!, most guys won't like it. and he was a mighty prick when he was so small in primary school. i was a few years older and in the same school. i don't know how i got to recognise him and i assure you i'll be ashamed if i ever got to know him. i think it's mainly because that bloody prick acts as if he's a big fuck and being fatter (therefore bigger even if you're taller), he can bully others. we're talking micro calibration here because it's all still in primary school. so big bully bitch has people always screaming his name, 'willy willy willy!' come to think of it, i don't know if they're insulting him but he responded to that name. so willy he shall be!

that son of a bitch doesn't know his station. he can fucking dare to come up to me in an aggressive manner and start taunting me. for those of you who know my name, it's easy to make fun of it. but that's not the point. the point is that he fucking dares to do it. me being bigger in size and age and he dares it? damn lucky i'm not aggresive or i'll have a criminal record now. so everytime i see him, it's animosity. where's the love y'all? so people grow and gorw. he grows up, vertically and sideways. i graduate from primary school but i still see him around the neighbourhood.

fast forward to this year. we're all grown up. he bigger, fatter and definitely one of the 'brothers'. you know what i mean. those bums bumming around doing what they do best which is nothing and wasting their fathers' money. i would be sympathetic and feel for their parents but the truth is that the younger tan is the exact replica of the older tan. here's to back it up.

my uniform is not reallyn know in my neighbourhood. so when i was walking home with my freshly purchased you tiao and salivating, i heard someone call out, 'hey brother' in that really reeeeeeeeeeealy irritaing tone which we always hear. i looked up. guess what? i saw older willy!!!! it doesn't take a DNA sample to identify the older and younger versions as being related. not when their faces are exactly the same 'beat me up' type. it's exactly the same! i would have mistaken him for willy's twin if he didn't look so much older!!!!!!!

so that bastard continued, with me wondering if he was talking to me, 'monitor ar? prefect ar?'

yes he's talking to me. but i ignored him. then classic, 'you got 2dollar?'

2dollarS. not 2dollar. and when he asked me for that amount, there was even a numerical handsign to illustrate it! you know the v for vitctory sign? yeah that's the 1. and he even smiles that cheesy smile with his hand just his mouth level. damn corny.

fuck you, you bloody bum. no wonder your son is like. it's a vicious cycle, i tell you. and oh, i didn't even bother to speak to him.

idiot!

the idiot's sleeping now. hahaha so cute like a little kid.

handing over's over. so sad man.

wonder what she'll do when she wakes up. licking my lips n anticipation. haha

choir & concert

the concert marks a milestone in the choir's new history, marking a significant change in management and more importantly, music making. it also marks the end of 2years of bonding between the TEN remaining, loyal and committed members after everyone packed up their bags and left after last year's SYF. it also marks the end of a short half year of intense music making, creating the intricate invisible web between choir members and also the fun with everyone, especially with the guys in my case.

wow the post starts out so sentimentally. let's see how it'll end. haha.

the momentum of change started last year with the arrival of a new teacher in charge. a small fry then, so not much could be done. and to think we thought that she was going to be a great teacher in charge since she was so committed. how wrong we were! the arguments with the conductor and all the last minute and never ending changes to songs that were to be sung in less than a week's time, we should have seen this as a sign of more to come.

also, there was excitement of another male teacher who would be joining us. i remember the present S.C. gushing over how it'll be so great. arggh but look at now. more on that later.

so this year, new management change, small fry promoted to big fry, which gives her license to push, even worse than a bloody slave driver. last minute revisions to songs, calling for extra practices not because we were behind in the music making but becasue of her bloody pushiness to do everything her way! and she blames it all on us. thankfully, the only think she did right was to hire a good conductor. but still, i can remember vividly how confused the committee was, especially me, since i don't keep track of things. so, for people who need to be in the know to be confused not because they don't keep track of things, like the P and VP, the quality of her iron fisted management can be fully appreciated.

then there's the other freak. one's a control freak, this one's just a freak. but problem Q.E.D.. i can totally imagine him saying this in his smug and all knowing tone. fucking bastard all bullshit and everything that comes out of his mouth has no credibility. say somethign then people correct him, then diam diam. worse thing is, 5mins later, shit will be shooting out of his mouth. irritating and disrupts conversations or giving out of instructions. but as mentioned earlier, this problem is Quite Easily Done (Solved). just ignore him and that's about as far as you need to o to solve it, although people like the guys don't just stop there. but that's another story. haha.

screwed up managment and iron fisted control right from the start of the year. extract the appeal students when they were happilly in the midst of Orientation. and make them just stand there and sing. what the FUCK? practices have not started for J1s, and you don't even need to know that no one calls people in in the middle of orientation. i pity them because they'll be stuck here for 2years with no way out.

talking about no way out, do you know it's bloody difficult to get out of choir once you've joined it? even if you joined it voluntarily? i overheard a conversation between someone who wanted to quit and the control freak and boy, did i want to slap her. so did those i replayed the conversation to. yuck, she is so damn pushy.

but to be fair, choir wouldn't made it this far and to this standard without her. must give her credit for hiring a good conductor (though i expect a lot of pushing was involved). the standard has really risen overall (excluding me) and the quality of sound is really good. just needs experience i think.

well the past few months, especially the past month has been a really pain and joy at the same time. reaching home at 10+ is no fun. but at the same time, everyone is suffering with you and there'll be bitching sessions that help to relieve the pressure and tension. actually, it's more of sharing and bonding with everyone. haha the guys are real bitches, especially with kakak (abang) around. haha.

it's really enjoyment but if only control freak and the freako didn't have to be there. the sight of them, just repulses me. add the stupid irritating all knowing voice of freako and you get a real pissed choir (or at least me). and then sometimes committee has an idea but control freak wants it her way again and discussions (too many of them) last about 45mins with the whole choir waiting? stupid freak.

i learnt alot from this year, even more than last year about teamwork, logisitics and planning. i didn't do much planning but i learnt planning involves using lots of paper and a pen during meetings, something i don't do at all. i learnt logsitics is hellavu difficult thing to do, especially when you have a bloody control freak who wants it HER way but ends up with decision at square one when HER way doesn't work out. i learnr that teamwork is essential and communication is important, if not disruptive and unnecessary fights will ensue.

shit man there's a little withdrawal symptom i feel now. i think most of the J2s feel it too. haha mattho, jol and i even went with the choir for combined rehearsals and mattho and jol even joined them for sectionals after that. then practice a few days ago and me and mattho felt like joining them after S Paper. hahahaha lucky we didn't get convulsions or anything like that.

oooooh it ends on a sentimental high.

'start a piece right, half the battle is won.'

how stupid is this?

i just realized i haven't blogged about the concert? never mind, another time. got games to play. haha.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UE5-EORgjno

i dunno how to put the youtube thing here, but it'll do. super stupid and funny.

idiot!

thanks for the chocolates and the flower stalk. haha i would have preferred the flower itself though. haha.

thanks for coming down to the concert idiot! and taking care of me!

best of all, thanks for being an idiot!

concert

the concert's tomorroW! haha i managed to sell off all my 20tickets except 1, which is good considering some who sold only 0 out of 20? fantastic man... but hopefully there'll be people turning up at the door to increase ticket volume.

i'm sick and it's because of not enough sleep. practices end so late. just a few bloody days ago, i reached home at 2330. wow that day was damn lucky man. i didn't have enough sleep cos i was doing some script, then woke up and fumbled and basically knocked into things. damn irritating. then kept sleeping throughout the day until practice. practice end, went to take mrt but my bloody ez link spoil! not the 1st time already but still enough to piss me off. then as i was about to tap my temporary card, some guy asked if the mrt was working. i thought siao 1. the thing so bright bright and only 10plus he asking if mrt working. haha realized that he wasn't crazy afterall when the bloody train stopped at each station for damn long and had to transfer train at dhoby ghaut.

fucking pissed! and the sign saying the train is arriving in approximately *30mins* is not very soothing either.

anyway continue this shit for a few days and ta dah, you have a sick ass!

vomitted in the morning but luckily cindy was there to give encouragement. haha. got pom poms and all. and wow is she horny! she asked me to quickly go toilet! haahah...

concert tmr... i wonder how it'll go, after so many months of preparation. then in less than a month, prelims.

wa lao can stop time or not? don't wanna leave school because i can't see the idiot anymorE!

what others say about lipids

cindy says:

arrggh i'm so fat! i want a flat tummy!

i think i'm getting fat!

shit i'm so heavy!

i think i've put on 2kg!

eat so much wait grow fat!

shit la i'm growing fat!

yay i think i burnt fats just now!

my mom's friends say that i'm fat!

ha ha your ******'s a total fucker!
after reading FATTY's blog.