1.618

2011-04-14T03:08:00.002+08:00

from whence i came

how has it gone?

up from this stupor,

splitting sleepy yellow sands

hearken from where i come;

how far have you gone?

up, up from your well!

...and see in the water, your reflection

tug more gently on my beating strings

for it's fragmented, worn from trivial things

within dire and under ire

flesh and blood must surely tire

trumped the racket in my solitude

far deeper, further you intrude

till alone turns to lonely

and ego strangles self wretchedly

i break from my canter

and drop to the ground

take a sigh, find my center

look up towards where i am bound

over my shoulder i try to see

if the way i've took is worth the while

invariably i still see me

clawing, crawling - with a smile

section

2010-12-19T19:03:00.004+08:00

went cycling for section outing just a while ago

i thought the whole journey was very poignant;

it looked a reflection of our ministry's direction

we set out with a vision of a promised land:

somewhere the leaders knew

but those who followed did not

a land overflowing with milk and honey

err i mean great wind and scenery

nevertheless, everyone followed

covering the rear as last man,

there were some noisy deraileurs and gears

because there was a misalignment

of a few bike chains

it took a desire from me to smooth out their ride

and a willingness of theirs to listen

and together, we ironed out their kinks

and were on our way

heading towards destination

on the path of least resistance

along the way

rain threatened to, well, rain on our parade

we took several pit stops

surveyed the weather

and saw that the dark clouds were catching up on us

instead of hiding and being caught in the rain,

we pressed on towards the plan set before us

to bring everyone out of the impending storm

(it didnt rain btw, but not the point!)

we didn't reach the promised land either

but we were out of the rain

and within striking distance of the place

as pierre de coubertin put it:

"the essential thing is not to have conquered

but to have fought well"

kasi

2010-04-06T00:26:00.002+08:00

today i watched kasi run his swansong 5k

and the image wound the clock back a few years

if i could, i would have ordered the entire current acx down

to watch him run

im so proud of kasi

even though like he didnt get top3 or top8 or anything

he really really fought

the race was started badly

but he never gave up

even though there was nothing to fight for

kasi sped up at the most painful parts of the 5k

and ran with a beautiful form

i guess not everyone could have spotted it

but these few months with kasi

i found that though he had weak will

he had the strongest mentality

and he went for it even though it was always out of his reach

he's the only one left in acx with the fire in his eyes

today kasi translated that into sheer willpower

and truly it was soul to sole

its just too bad he had nothing to show for it

but im really really damn proud of my vice captain

watching him run gave me goosebumps today

and i felt really inspired watching my kasi run

go kasi

i am employed

2010-03-09T21:45:00.003+08:00

for those of you who haven't been updated

i've finally gotten off my butt, got a job:

i'm assistant coach for acx back in sch

to answer the usual preceding question,

i'm being paid well enough

but by session instead of by the hour

4 times a week, roughly 3 hours a session

these next few days however

is the sch's track&field meet

and like today

i'll be working like 5-6 hours

and will still be getting paid by the session

but i really don't mind one bit

cuz i really love my job

and it really anchors the conviction

that i must do something i enjoy in the future

i think the team is shaping up really well

much better than my initial thoughts before i saw the guys

and it took me back to when i was in their position

thumping the track, forcing out 3:18s

remembered how it was like to believe in the impossible

and, together with my team, my brothers

rendered it possible

my job now is to bring that back

because the boys already have what it takes

but don't know that they do

if they would just believe

"the bell will ring for he who believes"

it's not that hard

because i do believe in them

i love my job

back to ib

2010-01-31T02:49:00.004+08:00

i started off friday the usual way

i overslept the lunch i was supposed to have with melvin in school

but nonetheless made it down to have my $2 magi add vege at around 2pm

first teacher i bumped into was ong siu lian

the one whose veins pops out when she carries an empty paper bag

simple hi, bye

i remembered how she was so excited

when she saw me join the chinese karaoke competition in year 6

cos she knew for sure i was gonna sing something from out of her generation

then there was terence chiew

much skinnier than the last time i saw him

he looked like a stickman

as usual he recounted to us about his sporting adventures

this time a 333km track across some desert

the usual parting shot for a teacher meeting old students might sound like

"all right guys, wish you all the best!"

very thiru sounding

i can still picture her merlion-ing politically correct comments

but of course, this was terence chiew

"i really appeared on the news! go google 'newpaper terence chiew' "

at this juncture i went to the irreplacable sac

had my noodles

and for nostalgia's sake

had 50 cents ribena, milo peng and blueberry tart

although i bemoan the shrinking size of the ribena cup

i must commend the apparent R&D that they did on the tart

we went to visit our pioneer batch mural after that

i looked for the little note that i scribbled on that board 3 years back

took in the pointlessness of that little sentence

and found comfort in that i haven't changed much

"If you notice this notice, you'll notice that this notice isn't worth noticing at all"

i went separate ways from melvin and gang thereafter

and spent the next hour sitting and gazing in the sac

greeted teachers who no longer recognized me

bought food from vendors who pointed me out straightaway

looked around at tables and replaced the strangers

with images of those i knew

i saw again the poster of !nk

and was surprised to see karen liau's name on it

so the mighty prefect mistress is back

i wondered if she remembered me

i wondered if she remembered me if not for my surname

i realised i wasn't bothered enough to find out

so i went away and walked

i walked down the corridors and alleys

retraced the familiar routes that i used to take

walked past the b3 classrooms

remembered one valentine's day

when i put that present that took me 9 hours to make in the locker

and made it supremely sandy

i descended the spiral staircase

remembering always to look out for shadows of those coming up

i arrived at the teacher's office

wondered if i wanted to see anyone

wondered if anyone wanted to see me

and like all those times back in school

i turned and walked the other corridors and alleys

i walked past the newly refurbished library

and remembered the cosy, dim library of old

remembered how everyone abused the computers in there

remembered how i always pretended to study in there

i walked to the track via the small path by the library

remembered my 3rd ankle sprain

remembered the deep breaths i always took

as i left the books

and hit the track

i walked past the basketball courts

and tried to wonder something

but it left me as i thought

so i walked again, to the track

i sat at the steps leading up to the boarding school

facing the track

and half-watched the rugby game that went on

i remembered the cheering committee

remembered the last rugby game i watched in uniform

i saw some ruggers sprinting with parachutes for training

thought to myself

"that's not the way to run"

and felt a sensation course through my veins

and saw myself sprinting down the track

black top, red spikes

dark sky, red track

i watched as i rounded the bend

i remembered to swing my right arm more

i felt the tapping on the balls of my feet

i felt the spikes dig into the track

and then i felt the run

i walked back to the main building again

i walked, wondering what i was wandering for

i realised i was looking for something

but couldn't really place it

i came to the circular classroom

remembered the hours feng and i put into the prom dance

i walked some more

and realised i was looking for someone

but i couldn't tell who

i looked down the ib building

saw the pond and remembered fabian the catfish

remembered poking fabian

remembered playing frisbee there

when we were supposed to study

i walked around more

hoping to see someone

i wondered who that was

was it dear old oldham?

i realised i wasn't finding out

so i left

and spontaneously,

like always,

spontaneously,

i went to cut my hair

Trust

2009-12-06T23:39:00.010+08:00

A few days back I wanted to go for a run. Crossing the stream that runs outside my house, I noticed from the corner of my eye a little birdie swimming towards me. Upon closer inspection, I realised that it was struggling quite abit. I scooped it out of the water, and it trembled in my hands. I could tell it was trying to flee, but lacked the strength to do so. Its feet tried clawing at my hands as i laid it down on my house patio. I left it there for it to dry, thinking it might fly away after that, so I went to run.

Coming back from my run, I realised the little bird creature had snuck under the table, hidden among the table cloth. I fed it some ikan bilis and left it there. After a while I decided to pat the little thing, but it shirked away and shrieked at me.

Suddenly God spoke to my heart.

I scooped you up from the raging depths and gave you life. I cared for you and provided for your needs. I wanted but to touch you, yet you withheld yourself from my hand and cried out against me.

The bird hopped out from under the table and peered at me. The past 2 months have been an awakening for me; I have never heard my God speak so clearly to me. I have been called for a time such as this, but I remained apprehensive. I looked at the little creature and thought about everything that has happened - two entire months of coincidences, of very focused coincidences. I named the little thing Trust.

I watched Trust hop towards a little corner where it looked really comfortable.

Slowly, Trust sat down on its legs. I watched as its little claws came together and its little feet joined, like in prayer.

So I prayed along and realised that finally, God, I really believe, and I know how to trust.

090909

2009-09-09T22:44:00.000+08:00

oh nose!
i forgot to jump at 090909, 090909!
that would have made me not of this earth at that moment

anw
CHAI CHEE BAK CHOR MEE IS BACCKKKK
oh my blue son

when it disappeared i was like :'(
i tot they went for good but but but
they just moved next door only!
now revamp until v atas
got set meal, got theme
and they added a slice of abalone into the noodles
GAHHHH

run run

2009-09-07T18:34:00.002+08:00

i'm running safsa cross next month
so for this month
boss give offs every 1, 3, 5
go macs run run

today sit on the bus
looked out the window and stoned
such a familiar feeling
a humming in my legs
and the sizzling in my butt

i've run again

sunday in camp

2009-08-09T13:41:00.002+08:00

it's a glorious sunday afternoon to spend in camp
i've resorted to blogging to while my time away
so far i've read 4 newspapers,
beat my high score at bubble spinner
come close to my word challenge high score many times
checked on the guards
taken 45mins to eat my measly lunch
picked up single items from my office on multiple trips

so far i've succeeded in burning 5 hours
about 19 more to go
i'll try to give 12 of those to sleep
at random instances and at random places

i've ran out of newspapers
my eyes are drying up from staring at this screen
and im tired of both standing and sitting

at least if it stays this way till tomorrow morning
i can relax and grow more brain
of which of course i already have in abundance
but more wouldnt hurt my chances at breaking
my word challenge high score

`tis my first time doing a weekend one
there's nobody in camp
ghost maybe have

think i have a bbq at home later
which i wont be at cuz im stuck down here
hoping nothing happens till i hand over

lets see if i werent here
i'd probably take a rare walk down orchard road
then i'll linger around orchard boulevard at the right time
then when the clock strikes 8:22pm i'd come to attention
and recite the national pledge there and then

by the time i reach this sentence
i'd have read the above at least 8 times
for whatever reason i cannot tell
except to inspire myself to type more
and waste away another 10mins

i cant believe it takes weekend duty
to finally get myself to blog longer than 3 sms length

from now till tomorrow
i think i'll take a few long long showers
play abit of pool ALONE
play alot of word challenge and bubble spinner
re-re-re-read maybe a quarter of the bible
blog a few entries
do many chin ups
sleep at random instances at random places
oh man i got nothing left to type

McFinish

2009-08-04T21:56:00.002+08:00

my mc finito alr
veh sad tomorrow must go work
at least its wednesday alr
then maybe thursday take off
friday as good as a half day
and friday got IHAL echo!
heh just got the sms on that
v good v good

i wld release i is got many at IHAL echo
but nowsaday no rehearsals
v hard to have any inspiration
everything at work all so monotone
no laife!
just now stare at the script many many
but nothing nothing come out

in other news
i havent been running enough
and probably cant run till end of the week or smtg
which will be duty day
then rest next day
then it'll be too late to train alr
oh mans
gahh i don wanna run 21

2009-07-19T23:57:00.001+08:00

today i learned
that Jason Mraz's I'm Yours
is not conducive to gek sai-ing

day!

2009-07-17T20:51:00.002+08:00

THERE'S SPONGEBOB MARATHON NOWWW
i watched like 8 episodes alr
so exciting can

but im too tired to carry on
quite sad but too bad

anw my dad saw the word spongebob
on the top right hand corner of the tv
then he asked in chinese
if it was SPONGEBOB
or SPONGE808
like sponge ba ling ba
haha quite funny

officer's sword

2009-07-12T13:43:00.002+08:00

recently lta leoel's officer sword kena oxidise
so if one day need to use for parade
he really eat energy
so now i cleaning my one oso
need to oil it some time

wiping the blade with one of my shirts
i wondered abt the meaning of the sword
how come saf spend money every batch
to give each officer an engraved sword

i heard in older, less tactical times
like before a battle started
the officers will draw their swords
then raise it at the enemy then the men will charge

of course in 3G battles nowadays
the sword will b super in the way
it'd be shiny, noisy, cumbersome
and of course, when we sit on the field chair
the sword will very din teh

but nowsdays officers
don seem to be held in such regard anymore
esp with so many nsf 2lt like me
got no men to command
need to rapport with other ppl's men to get work done
then in the end become more like friend
at most they get awed at how fit u are
or how much pay u get each month
but that's really about it

the officer nowsaday to me ah
abit less of prestige
abit less of honor
abit less of carrying your platoon on ur shoulders
but more of doing work
more of troubleshooters
more of doing cover work

in a way is closer to the office part of officer
then where come the operational side?
go war got knowledge, got planning, got thinking is good
but no c2, no mandate
is how??
this is cannor!
but is liddat

snail burn

2009-07-12T00:14:00.003+08:00

snail!
i saw it somewhere outside my house
so i went home
and despite my tiredness
got a spoon of salt
and went out to melt the snail
got the squeaky squeaky sound
dunno is snail melting sound
or snail screaming sound

i'm still a boy
ns havent make me boy to man yet

iHAL residue

2009-07-10T23:55:00.002+08:00

eh i think the iHAL WDS
(wiff drawer simpsoms)
got huge effect on me
i anyhowly blog only
then all the lines come out
in that last entry

then today i caught a sight of myself
in a mirror somewhere in camp
then i realised my officer seh gone!
i was standing on one leg,
shaking the other
hands on my hips, elbows back
head cocked to one side
dunno look like what
you is know?

2009-07-09T22:28:00.002+08:00

eh reading my recent entries
realised all bleak bleak one
not like last time
when this blog still flourishing
see la
nong nong a time ago alr say
sad sad emo emo is no one will come
but still got those ppl out there
thick eye shadow with face-covering fringe

but anws
now gonna ord
must start picking up the hweeling again

as a matter in fact
i started counting down alr
today shld be 70+ workdays left
including saturdays
a few more offs here and there
and vua la,
what is it we have here?
oooo ord personnel, i see

then i also started getting fitter
ran my 16k v v fastly today!
but im not gonna get any bigger
until at least after ahm
otherwise i will die, reanimate,
then kena exorcise

I have a lot

2009-06-28T21:27:00.002+08:00

Saturday night was the finale of I Have A Lot
I'm having withdrawal symptoms

At the drawing of the curtains
I went around looking if anyone needed comforting
offering in jest the mummy cloth for tears
maybe a shoulder to cry on

turns out i needed some comforting myself
when i got home i started to cry
wimper even
like how i felt 2 years back
that last race, those last runs, my last 3:18

in fact, on the 2nd week of july
i realised this was gonna end
and i cherished every rehearsal
every bit and inch of I Have A Lot
i looked forward to practice after work
i lingered on after rehearsals
i took in everyone,
took in the colors we brought
to the dull looking space outside LT1

i wish i could do more for this group of ppl
and so i did I Is Got Many

i'm also very thankful i didnt fit leslie
and landed the johnny job instead
it's not that i played johnny well
but more because johnny was a part of me
way back during the happiest period of my life
i loved playing johnny
and in this God spoke and taught me so many things
i will always remember johnny now

i still say my lines when i shower
and now i spend a little more time washing off the tears
it was such a wonderful thing that God did
i can't bear to see it end like this
heaven must feel at least like this

serving God is exhilirating
i want to serve God all my life

2009-06-12T14:32:00.002+08:00

my body is aching in various parts
some of which i never knew existed
they hurt when i move
and i'm lovin it.
lets me know im growing
for those who havent seen me for a long time
i've become this skinny dude
small, unfit and in pixelised green
running 9.03 for 2.4 at all out,
salivating down my chest pace

apart from that
i'm really quite tired out
after work go rehearsal
after rehearsal go home sleep
wake up then rinse and repeat
so took a half day off today
would have left earlier
but went to the mess to play pool
now office nobody
only got ghost

on another note i like my new earphones
very fitting and quite clear
the noise cancellation quite good also
keep having ppl tap me on the shoulder
cuz i really cldnt hear anything
now got more personal touch at work

new uniform

2009-06-09T00:21:00.002+08:00

equipped with the new uniform today
i guess can speak abt it right
since it's so widely publicized

doesnt feel as different as i thought it would
i still cant feel the cool air
when i blow onto it
it is see through under light though

the most important thing i learnt though
was in the pants
some parts were designed to be anti-abrasion
but others were not
i guess there is some truth
when i heard recruits now cannot use uniform to camo off
cuz off the stitching that might scratch the face
because wearing the old uniform
i could do so without underpants
but apparently with the new one
some parts that weren't meant to get abrasions
because constantly expanding and contracting parts heal slower
got abrasions
i must wear underpants

baptism

2009-05-31T00:40:00.002+08:00

i was water baptised today

i used to think it was just a dunk
notwithstanding all the symbolism
that it was just an act, a declaration
nothing more, nothing less

today walking to the pulpit
sharing my life story
taking the dunk

was magical
very, very magical
i regret not basking in it

the downside was that
my mom was non-participating again
and only a small group was there
since they detached it from the main service
meaning i couldn't share my story with more

i love you

2009-05-26T22:22:00.003+08:00

switch off that tv.
switch off that tv!
little clowns and little shades!
weeping moms, scheming maids
noble frowns and fancy braids
and yellow sunflowers,
that bumblebee!

fan me my brimstone!
fear me now you opaque mirror
rhyming words and further, further
round and round my gypsy skips
around dazed gnomes with elvish lips
mine, mine, all mine!

stage a play and call me now
call me home and call me kenneth
call on me and i shall know
i shall know that you haved called
calling, calling, I'm calling now
i have been called!
but i have to call
nothing but to call?
call me home and call me kenneth

what a stage i am upon!
where have all the actors gone?
beyond the stars, between the moon -
giggling, smirking, pointing.
I laugh and they echo back
or is that I that echoes back?
hear me now you cheery sticks!
hear my calling and my call
which do i heed and whom to do I yield?

perhaps i have seen!
that my call has led me to.
through darkness and through night
to bring them hope to bring them light
in my stardust i can see
but nothing, and nothing beyond me
deep in the depths red eyes peep
they chatter, they chatter
to disturb my sleep;
this sleep of mine
whatever sleep this is.

i cross my arms
but I lift my hands
see me now, see me now
for who i am.

a rubric's cube is in my hands.
the myriad shifts,
the spectrum goes.
here i have,
here i have!
a jigsaw, unlikely it may be
that came together!
unlikely they were like.
oh can't you see?

sick

2009-05-08T15:01:00.002+08:00

my dear ran a 38.8 fever with me!
same time kena the fever also
then we both have sore throat
headache
and nausea.
but i have joint pain
and she's suspected to be turning into a flying pig
because the swine flew

back

2009-05-01T03:09:00.002+08:00

i'm back from taiwan
and even though there's no time difference
i'm suffering from some jet lag
can't get to sleep before 4

i think i lost my toothbrush on the way back
come to think of it
i haven't brushed my teeth for a few days now...
i seem to be forgetting things
moving abit slower
lesser and lesser activity
lesser and lesser health
lesser and lesser spark in the eye

this blog is rotting like xb's foot
im too lazy to put the chat box back up also
i think i blog differently from last time
im thinking of how to end this post properly
but like cannot

my officer's creed

2009-03-26T22:30:00.002+08:00

My Officer's Creed

My duty is to lead, to excel, and to overcome
It is not to coerce, to punish, or to ease my way
My mission comes before my men
But my men must come before me

I will be the first to enter the battle
and I will be the last to leave it
I am called to fight within the darkness
But I will seek to bring light to it

I will be as impenetrable as night
But I will strike as thunder
I will respect everyone for who they are
I must in humility, act

I am an officer
I am not a slave master

2009-03-18T22:53:00.001+08:00

TAXI RANT
i waited for a cab at 4.50
and about 30 cabs were changing shift,
busy, or just ignored me
at 5.06 i boarded a cab
and realised surcharges
start from 5 onwards
nooooooo

2009-03-16T06:13:00.003+08:00

2 consecutive friday 13s have gone
i have come away alive with 1 light sprain
and 1 free subway sandwich voucher
what bad luck i have

anw i just woke up from a 12 hour sleep
i came home at 5 yesterday intending to do stuff
but fell straight to sleep and just woke up
v good catching up
but gonna lose it all doing duty later

last week my room was invaded by a rat
i came home to find 2 pieces of shit on my bed
2 on the floor
1 on my chair beside a puddle of piss
my dad thought they were bugs
so he picked them up and squeezed
"mmm... really is rat shit "
then as i was standing by my door
the rat ran past my feet and into my room
so i had to open the patio door to let it out
in the process i shrieked and jumped up
but that wasn't the point

birthday boy

2009-02-16T12:17:00.002+08:00

yesterday was
happy birthday!
and happy total defence day.

i planned to spend my birthday
doing things that were very me
but like all plans they always fail

my plans began to go awry from the start;
i actually woke up way before 12pm
like ard 7+ to reach PL mrt at 9 to settle some things
following that, i recovered and did the typical thing
and walked the longer way to the bus stop
then lament at the hot weather for making me sweat so

things continued to go according to plan
when i reached home and plopped myself on the couch
things was still going well when i flipped through channels 32, 33 and 35
looking for some cartoon that i did watch
which usually have la
then i came upon double, back to back episodes
of spongebob squarepants!
however my plans crumbled before my eyes
when i watched 2 episodes i never watched before

after that went to church
and the bus actually came on time hur

left with my qiu qiu to go galvanise
at our lao di fang
then sang loud loud on my way home
got home, lobo doing nothing
then fall asleep too late

dance

2009-02-14T00:42:00.002+08:00

i went for rehearsals today for take my hand
its err next friday!!
and today was my first session
we're doing things that require like
kicking out at least 90 degrees to the side
anyone who knows me long enough knows
that i can't touch my toes
when i saw the rehearsal programme like
starts 2 weeks before the event
i know it will all still turn out well
because everything with god always turns out well
ring ring i believe!

the homecoming

2009-01-29T21:11:00.002+08:00

forced by circumstances (a.k.a. stadium closed)
i undertook an ardous, reluctant long run
it's been v v long since i last did one
all my running has been speed, speed, speed

today my plan was to get myself lost
then 20mins later, run home

it started off well enough
i didn't dare run too fast
and sure enough
i began turning a darker shade of blue
then i was prompted to include god in my run

and today, my run was exhilirating
thrills ran through my body and soul
pleasures coursed through my veins
pain echoed in my legs
fatigue thundered my lungs
and i've come to truly acknowledge
that all these are part of god's creation

there is the thirst,
then there is the quench
neither meaningful without the other
that is why god said
'I am who I am'
because that is most apt
and that it most enjoyable

and through everything i discovered
that I have been left dry for far too long
i've left god out of my affairs
and i've rung hollow
in today's communion with god,
i found that self that has been missing

i begin to see that we are called to live
in accordance to his will
in that we may not become one kind of christian
but we may experience uniqueness
by following his one law
we do not end up as of one nature
but of individuals, but in absolute freedom
and in this we are not bound

in the same way as i ran and tried to get lost
i always ended up heading home
no matter how i turned or direct bashed
i would come home
and then i realised,
that today, i really did come home

payday

2009-01-10T01:46:00.002+08:00

PAYDAYYY
yay now im not peniless
and no need to rely on ppl to return money
which hansel hasnt done so
need to hang pigs head alr
but no money to buy pig head

3you 4jie 3you 2huan
4zai 4jie 3bu 2nan

owe $ pay $

job

2009-01-04T01:19:00.001+08:00

i have a sudden craving
for leopard crawls and
fire and movement drills
do until damn shagged
curse myself for ever entertaining the thought
then enjoying the rest of my current job
then till i toy with crawling in mud again

work

2009-01-03T00:30:00.000+08:00

yesterday
which was 40mins ago (workday!)
i learnt how to hit my cue ball straight
how to score more foosball (fuus? fools? phoos?) goals
i learned how to defend your air hockey goal better

broke

2008-12-30T20:17:00.002+08:00

i'm brokkeee
and ppl owe $ neh pay $
i must dispatch victor to splash paint
hang his head no hang pig head on their door

i also dunno how the money disappeared
must be the officer-to-be tag got to us
when we were still cadets
must act like occifer ma

i'm awake, i'm awake

2008-12-29T04:58:00.002+08:00

gah im awake im awake
cant get to sleep
thank god took first half day leave
otherwise i'll be leaving home soon

uploading pictures onto facebook is a chore
esp if it fails 2 times a row
gahh 3 times
gahhh then u realise u got 3 copies of some photos
=(

2008-12-23T12:47:00.003+08:00

oh and to whoever still reads this (me)
i tweaked some parts of this blog =)

khingky is back

2008-12-23T12:19:00.002+08:00

it's been very long since I last did this thing
i guess probably no one sees this anymore...
things have been happening
but mostly unpublishable
not cuz of explicit content
but cuz now is still in the army
i think its ok to say that i still have 11 months to go
right, msd?

ok im not quite used to this anymore
so i dunno how to go on
i'll just end here this time
maybe i'll blog more again soon

ord

2008-11-11T00:10:00.000+08:00

1 more year to ord, o-r, o-r, d!

blogging

2008-09-07T12:56:00.002+08:00

i gave up writing my army diary long ago
there's nothing worth writing
where i am, khing didnt come
god came, but somehow stopped there
waiting for the perfect time
and hence i wait, too

080808080808

2008-08-08T21:48:00.001+08:00

today, 8/8, i jumped at 8.08am,
at exactly 8s past 8.08am.

at 080808, at 080808hours, i was not of this earth

posting

2008-06-20T19:25:00.001+08:00

OH MY GOODNESS
THANK YOU GODD
LOGISTICCCSSSS

i must be the fittest log oct ever
it's a miracle
thank god

field camp

2008-06-07T01:06:00.002+08:00

i finally booked out from field camp
its supposedly the highlight of my current term
so better days are ahead

in any case i cant blog anything abt it
the last i heard
someone blogged the name of the exercise
then kena 01 x good one

what i can blog about
is that i think someone up there is hearing me
i think i can find myself again

it was the activity prior to field camp
i stood there in the rain
peering out from under the hood of my jacket
and stared at the gloom of the canopy
i wondered again where i was
who i was
when i was
then i closed my eyes
and said a little prayer

i stood there in the rain
peering out from under the hood of my jacket
and stared at the magnificence of the rain
i watched as the gleaming droplets bounced off the leaves
i saw again the beauty in all the creation
i saw again the hands that crafted creation
i saw
and i was holding a saw =)

it all flashed past
march03, july03, december03, april04, september05, december07
i felt the wetness of the rain on my pants
i felt them wrapping uncomfortably around my legs
i said this is discomfort
i took a breath
i savoured discomfort
and that was discomfort
that was a familiar process
i think i can find me
i think i am coming back

and i still thought so throughout field camp
that is a familiar feeling
i think khing will be back

me

2008-05-29T18:10:00.003+08:00

i've just been reading some of my older entries
i really miss the old me
i cannot find that khing in the mirror nowadays
i cannot see that spark in my eyes anymore

i remember bongard telling me that one training
and it reverberated in me so strongly
"you've lost that spark in your eyes"
i was a failure then
but i picked up again thereafter
i know how i did it

i need god
i need the love of my life to come back from china
i need acx

i need all these things to fall into place
i need the old khing to come back
i need that arrogant confidence,
the positiveness
the strength
but of course the looks have remained
i still stun myself when i look in the mirror
i wished i still could make more jokes like that
like the old me would
like the old me would say it isn't a joke
i'm not so sure now

book out

2008-05-29T13:59:00.003+08:00

booking out is such a rarity now
things change very quickly
when you're in the outside world for a limited period
you book out after an endless stay in safti
and you realise that there are many new things
or many forgotten things out there
such as new buildings
realising that there are more than 20 females in the outside world
and finding the voice behind ash of pokemon going through puberty

i've also forgotten how to style my hair
how to take my time doing everything
how to wake up late
and why i wake up so freaking early

i've also forgotten who i was
so i've opened the last 200 entries in my blog again
bar the ones back at bigbloggybloodyblog.blogspot
share me with me

dunn

2008-05-23T18:27:00.001+08:00

i dunno how to blog now

ocs

2008-05-04T14:54:00.002+08:00

i never had a liking for premier institutes
but here in this phase of my life
i'm stuck at another
after this i wish i can choose not to step into one
they're very artificial,
and i don't like it.

i've learnt where i am now
to despise discipline
and to resent teamwork.
i have learned to fear
unlearnt how to be brave
thank god i still have kept my christianity
but the institution has undone its very mission
i hate it here

ocs

2008-03-23T21:21:00.002+08:00

off to ocs tomorrow
like kevin said
is dunno whether to laugh or cry
tomorrow we knock on the gates of hell
and for 9 months we'll be burning burning

gahhhh help

9 weeks

2008-03-14T13:24:00.002+08:00

9 weeks

This is my flair; this is my flight
In my horrid stare, beyond, a gruesome sight.
I see I saw, I fled in fright.
Tomorrow perhaps, I will still see light.

I'm meant to serve my tenure,
But I am doing time
Behind this mask, my phantom shines.
To dawn and dusk my sleeves unfold
Till long and last I build on gold.

Upon this rock I stand today.
That lighthouse upon the cliff
Perched in lofty haze.
Through the clouds my love shines through
To save me, from this wretched mess.

Across my chest this black metal thumps
In unison my heart beats,
Yet I run a slump.
I cannot trust my charge, regrettably so.
But then the saying, "you reap, you sow".

Still I remain in this prison trapped,
A tranquil, a peace, a peace i seek.
Calm my heart where from you hail,
For i trust no longer, the longer i fear.

2008-01-08T01:16:00.000+08:00

HERE'S THE VIDEO
I LOVE AIZAT
abit shaky and some parts cannot see
but its alright aizat is still my hero

there's someone else videoing tho
can someone pls pls pls identify him

in case you're wondering
im the one on your right
shorter in height

day today

2008-01-07T21:55:00.000+08:00

results day
very surprised our school did so well
not surprised i did well though
it was more than i deserved
but it seems god has been good to me lately

that was happy

i shaved my head
im bald

that was not happy

AIZAT VIDEOED OUR DANCE

that was very happy
i love aizat

thus far

2008-01-03T01:43:00.000+08:00

came back a few days ago from holiday
went with parents, cousin n my woman
to macau shenzhen n hk

basically was alot of rushed fun
and essentially too long to rmb
least of all to blog out
much like the asean schs trip
way way back in august which
i have given up blogging
much like the germany trip years ago

in a few short sentences i shall attempt
to capture the trip in its outline

macau.
as all things macau
our 6 star hotel had a casino
open to 18 year olds
very eye opener
cuz i've never been to one nor tried
and still have not tried
also was the indoor river + boats
beautifulous

shenzhen.
FREE
catered by dad's contacts
who saw the need to treat us
to too much food all the time
shopping was dismal
until the discovery
of the hidden pasar malam
all hell broke loose within my wallet

hk.
also dismal shopping
till the discovery of pasar malam
loose hell broke looser
then also was ocean park
it had the most vertical pirate ship
and some really nauseating rides
of which qiu n i tried only 5

the jellyfish aquarium
was more fish then jelly
cuz we saw tons of fish we never knew
like hybrid shark sting ray
seadragon and such
and only one tiny, 30 by 20 cm tank
of ipod nano sized jellyfish

we also got a video clip
of two pandas climbing a tree and fighting on it
also i saw first hand
the workings of a panda's anus

camp

2007-12-16T22:30:00.000+08:00

just had church camp on tues-fri
i still dont like games
and into the first 2 days
the games were wrecking camp for me...

i learnt that god's plans take time
i have heard it before
but never registered
it has been preached before
but because i have never experienced
they remained just preaching to me
i also learned a disdain for words
preaching wouldnt work
if they were just merely the words of a pastor
there needs to be something more
and on day 3
something more happened

the last camp was a disaster for me
god dissipated from my life
i no longer heard nor saw
no longer felt nor thought about
but life was successful
everything was smooth
i got more than i deserved
so life was good
but on day 3 the dissipation reversed
and i realized how much
even with a good life
i missed god
i cried my face out

is your life good today?
can it get any better?

standard chartered

2007-12-02T18:44:00.000+08:00

this morning i ran the stand chart 10k
but the focus here isn't the race but
rather what happened after
i was completely wasted
and feeling weak, cold
and the bad feelings get-able
it got worse and i thought i was gonna die
of course that was far from what was happening
the point is at that time it did feel so

and laying there almost motionless
i wondered to myself what happens next
some tears will be shed here and there i guess
or hope, at least
then i realised i wouldn't want any
if i died, i wanted those who cried to know something

that i died happy
i died doing what i loved to do
and let tears cease to fall
i'd pick dropping dead at 3 per k pace
over dying in my sleep peacefully at 83

true, i ran myself to death
but running made me live
i learned so much from running
and quite literally,
running kept me alive
my team mates kept me alive
and so much more would have turned out badly
if i never ran

i thought to myself as i laid there
if i were to die
someone should know this
now you know

on another note
my recent entries have been more
like contemplative and reflective
must be the result of reading the glass bead game
and the lack of training with the team
and being runaround idiots
i will wake up for training

promise

2007-12-01T13:40:00.000+08:00

...as he saw it coming. A promise. All around him, voices rang high, sounding out a final anthem in deep nostalgia, as if their spirits looked long and hard over their shoulders. A few tears peeped out of the corners of eyes. The chorus reverberated once again, and it seemed the many voices entwined into one. There was a resonance. A resonance he did not share. A promise he took no part of.

His voice stood apart from the rest, staring listlessly as the myriad of colors twisted into a spire, dancing to the rhythm of fire. Embers swept across the hall with walls that changed colors, destroying the past, forging a future. But for him the destruction was a welcome one. Promise nothing to him.

Cherish, not cherish the lost. For him he felt no such longing. He treasured and rubbished according to his valuation of the things and people around him, not according to the possession of them.

Now onwards he holds his dreams. Into the distance his goals are blur, and others claim them vaguer still. But others were them who imposed their own beings on his own, who took a consensus to live the way that they have lived. He holds a jewel that no one sees in the palm of his hands, believing by faith that it will ever stay, and into the fog he will tread a path, he will take the road not taken... as he always saw it going.

prom

2007-11-29T22:58:00.000+08:00

yesterday was our
anglo-chinese school (independent)
international baccalaureate world school's
pioneer batch's first ever, history-making
prom night, very aptly held at marriot
because there's a plaque outside it
displaying the phrase
"To God be the glory"

altho i've never been to no prom before
i thought it was really good
the food wasn't much to rave about though
we ac eX country ppl + vishnu ended up
eating swensens after the entire thing was over

regrettably i left my camera in the
performers/councilors room upstairs
and therefore have no pictures to show
i only hope all the people who did take pictures with me
put them up on facebook and tag it
pls don be selfish and hog them
lets all share the profits of selling my photos

sadly, forgetting to bring down the 2 cameras i brought
meant that our performance wasnt recorded
i tot we did ok but apparently most thought of us better
the things i would do for a video of our performance
it was the culmination of over 50hours of preparation
since exams ended
enough to complete the creativity hours section in cas
i never thought it was gonna be fantastic
even less so did feng
but if everyone else thinks it was closer to that
then that suits me fine

speaking of suits
i think i was in the running for cheapest prom outfit
gordan's doesnt count as an outfit

white shirt - tailored but free! asean schools one
white pants - my sec2 prefect pants still fit me...
i think it cost me $30?
white shoes - bata dress shoes! no one could tell
they were bata $60
white suit - $35 for tuesday to thursday
i rented it from a costume rental shop...
supposed to be a magician's jacket so
kevin was saying if i forgot my dance moves
i should just pull a pigeon or something out
anw mom altered the suit for me =p
she assured me it would hold but throughout
the night i kept feeling the threads snap hur
so i got fatter and fatter as the night wore on

on another note
i always stood by my principle
of non-obligatory helping
meaning if you get someone to do something for you
as a favour
and the person doesnt deliver
it's not his/her/its fault
they were never obliged to help
and i always held firmly to this
but yesterday, under the mist of disappointment
i let this value i always held, slip
i am sorry that forgot this
and i'm sure, though nothing was shown
that i caused some ill feelings
remember: no one is obliged to help
unless the word "help"
is used in a manner to put something nicely

hurts

2007-11-27T23:55:00.000+08:00

Recently i downgraded my family holiday, lost training time with my team for these final few months, and lost time to spend with my girl for something that did not have to be. It was avoidable, and I was prepared to do it alone and save time and trouble. I relented. I then had ideas imposed on me and have been very much disregarded and even though at one point I was in a way vindicated, the aforementioned pattern did not cease. Simply put, I was getting stick for being accomodating and doing my best to satisfy what I did not have to satisfy. One day it culminated and for since a very long time ago, i felt anger.

God has called for us as Christians to mellow our tempers, not just on the outside but on the inside as well. I decided, as such, to resolve and douse that inner fire. As things turned out, following this bitterness was an improvement. Things got very much better and I am happy. Perhaps not so if I had decided to claim my rights and unleash my anger. Afterall, I had good reason. I believe in never having to drop anger on anybody, regardless whether you're entitled to doing so or not.

Have you lost your temper today? Have you loved your enemy today?

Have you loved your neighbour today?

me thus far

2007-11-21T23:25:00.000+08:00

today most people finish their As
i on the other hand finished an rpg game
heh

since ib ended i've been busier
dancing 3 dances for xmas production
dancing for prom
dancing for camp
training for stand chart
training for beyond that
reading books i wanted to read during ib
getting rid of stuff i used to study for ib
playing lots lots lots of games
eating lots lots lots of rubbish

so there'll be more interesting entries coming up
including that asean schs one back in august
which is gonna be long to compensate for the long blogging absence

chinese karaoke

2007-10-23T21:48:00.000+08:00

eh today school's chinese karaoke again
me only year6 very expectedly

long story cut short i got second again
this time wasnt my voice but my err
stage wind? tai feng.
means never create enough the atmosphere la
the champion guy bring gf on stage sia how to lose

and also was my lack of understanding of my song,
gan lan shu. or olive tree.
while i understand that it is an account
of the songwriter's wandering ways
and how it is for the birds, the streams and the grasslands
i fail to catch the crux of the song
which is why the songwriter
constantly dreams of an olive tree
and wanders because of this fictitious olive tree
and then emo about his/her wandering ways

but in any case
quite happy with the result i think its fine
oh and this year they decided to pun the prizes

first prize air tickets
second chicken essence
and third chap teh

in chinese it'll be like
ji piao
ji jing
ji mao or watever u call it sure got ji one.
and how did they further this pun?
they get two sec1s to dress up as chickens
and run around like headless ones
very amusing to watch indeed

well now that's over
it's time to dance
or something else that needs attention
hmmmm. i b exam-ining this sudden hesitation

enlistment

2007-10-20T00:44:00.000+08:00

khing is gonna go army
on 11/1
at 1pm
school 1 @ pulau tekong

last day of school

2007-10-14T20:18:00.001+08:00

friday was the last day of school
last lessons last recess last end of school all
last time sit in class laugh work rot

on saturday morning i woke up
and i stared into the blank ceiling
and i thought to myself
there's no more school
there's finally no more school

i knew i never liked school
but i never expected this sense of release
i didnt know i was so tired of school

as experience will tell me
and contrary to what others will
i don think i'll come back to miss it again
i cherish what i have
and i will miss them before they end

there is no love loss between me and the school
not the people i guess
but the school generically

the cry of this generation
and the cause of all the adolescent rebellion
is that we are forced to grow up
but are not treated as such
much is expected of us and we have to live up to it
and they justify it by calling us gentlemen and ladies
but when it comes to treating us accordingly
it comes down to pinpointing mistakes
and then dropping expectations
that they don't fulfill themselves

study is a crime.
i am not a school person
those who cannot contain this rapid growth
become what we like to call -
delinquents.
or many of them at least

cold war

2007-10-10T22:34:00.000+08:00

10 October 2007
#cq4667 - 2329
Report on the 6.7 Cold War

Definition:
(Cold War) A conflict between two groups due to air-conditioning.

Parties involved:
Top right girls
Bottom left guys

Battlefield:
6.7 Ephesus

Duration of conflict:
Some months

Origins of conflict:
(Geographical) Location of air-conditioning unit C of class 6.7 situated closer to TRG than BLG
(Temperature Tolerance) TRG low tolerance for cold, BLG low tolerance for heat

Therefore air-conditioning unit C cools low-heat tolerance TRG more than high-heat threshold BLG. TRG freezing, BLG sweating. Allocative efficiency not achieved. MC not equals to AR. Dispute over whether air-conditioning should be on or off.

Nature of warfare
Skirmishes: Alternate switching on or off of air-conditioning. Occasional guerilla warfare by attacking air-conditioning controls when the other party is not in class or having recess.

9 October 2007
Bilateral relations deteriorate. Stalemate at air-conditioning closet. TRG blocks off BLG's route to closet.

10 October 2007
Conflict resolved. Phantom peace keeping forces stuff one side of four sided air-conditioning facing TRG with toilet paper. Net cool wind from other three vents become stronger. Allocative efficiency is achieved.

Effects of war:
Inside jokes.

stupid seet

2007-09-03T13:37:00.000+08:00

(refering to a picture of dharma 3 years ago)

seet: aye dharma last time damn slim ah now liddat
khing: ppl just give birth la u give birth i see how slim u stay
seet: eh my mother how steady so slim
khing: dharma just gave birth la ur mom last time was like when
seet: 6 years ago
khing: ur youngest sibling 6 years old?
seet: err no 8
khing: huh.

(seet stones)
(seet looks jacked)
(seet gives an awkward chuckle)

anw i came back from jakarta last last week
shali no collating the pictures
so will blog about that once the pictures arrive

why. because.

2007-08-15T23:39:00.000+08:00

because rest feels best after work
because water tastes best after a run
because sitting down rocks after racing
because peace in peaceful times is not appreciated

shit happens.
otherwise no contrast.

800m

2007-07-24T21:48:00.000+08:00

i just watched my own 800m video
and while its a great video and all
with a great winner who has great style and all
i found the audio
amidst the distracting announcements
quite interesting
here is what i picked out:

[160m] victor: go khing!!

no surprise here
considering only his voice can travel that far

[220m] victor: come on khing!!

again, no surprise

[230m] vishnu: the blue guy is... khing, right?

err... yah...

[234m] seet: of course la... aiyoh... {something something}

at this point there was silence
no doubt seet must have said smtg stupid
maybe like hu hu ha ha

[315m] vishnu: come on AC!
[316m] victor: come on khing come on changming!!
[318-400m] random dispersion of come on khing/ming/ac

[550m] ms.lee: come on keep close changming keep close!

[600m] landdis: changming die already...
[602m] vishnu: aye khing kicking already eh

no la jogging only never see my face contorted in pain

[603m] landdis: khing die already...

no wonder ming and i did well
all his leg pain powers paid off

[690m] xide: GO KHING

[800m] seet: nice one la...

[a few seconds after finishing] someone: come on khing!!!!

track finals the final

2007-07-19T23:42:00.000+08:00

and so came the end
the final track finals

Shi Ronghua - 4:23:86
Kenneth Khing - 4:25:93

Khing: wa today ah all i wanted to do was for the first time whack you last part

Hua: wah u damn strong lah i damn scared last part u whack me

Khing: wah lau never whack u before eh

Hua: got what

Khing: when got. u tell me.

Hua thinks
Hua ponders
Hua tries to remember
Hua wonders
rinse and repeat

Hua: you wait ah i think first later sms u

till now it is 1 day 4hours
no sms
haha really never whack him before
somemore kena whack 2 seconds
it can only be ah hua

equation for the day:

P ( Khing is whacked in last 300m) = 1 x 10^(-148951984219842)
P (Khing is whacked in last 300m, t > 1 second) = Shi Ronghua

played out ... reality bites

2007-07-01T23:35:00.000+08:00

im just back from church
and i have to share
ignore this if u will
but it could just be for you

for a long while now
i've been a lousy christian
my faith has been left dangling
twisting in the worldly air currents

but at the very least
i knew i had to do smtg abt it
i wanted to get back
and i did try

i went to church
and genuinely tried to feel god again
i went through in my head
what god had done for me in the past
i even joined sp class
hoping that that was the step i had to take
so that i could hear and feel him again
but for too many months
or perhaps it has been a year
it has all come to naught

but in his own way
in his way that is sometimes irritating
cuz it completely fools you
things happen

dancing for god
was for me
just another way of saying dancing
we dance for many reasons
for fame, glory, expression of self
dancing for god
just dancing for god

i've attended the recent rehearsals dilligently
which is actually a very me thing
all i expected to do
was just to do that short dance
make sure i remember the steps
do them well
and do about 4 minutes worth of clubbing

the rehearsals however
had something deeper in store for me
the prayers we had were something different
i finally felt a familiar tingle
a nostalgic feeling
a reminiscent tugging of the heart
i felt again

today as i stood at the back of the hall
bowing my head as always
as the pastor asked for privacy
for ppl to raise their hands to accept christ
i had to for the first time
lift my head because i was part of the production
i saw for the first time in my life
ppl raising their hands to accept jesus
i had to cry
i just had to cry

i always thought i didnt care
abt whether ppl accepted christ or not
but i realize it does
deep down i always wanted to save my friends
today i came to realize
how much it means to me
to see the ppl i care abt
come to say 'jesus is my lord'
today my family didnt come
and there was a reason for that
after the performance i didnt see them
and i was very disappointed
and that told me something
it told me that what i thought
was other ppl's reason to live
is actually mine as well

it matters to me
i now safely say
it matters a hell lot to me
or a heaven lot.

Played Out! - Jason (PC version)

2007-06-30T13:51:00.001+08:00

Hello world.
recently i've been pretty busy
amidst the gray adversity known as exams
rehearsing for my church's event on sunday
above is the trailer
in which i played a part in
although u can only see my face for .23 seconds
i assure u the work was far more than 23 minutes

anw
i usually don do this
but i'll say its worth ur time
so do come support
it's at my church's err
(for lack of better vocab) new campus
at paya lebar
directions ask from me
or any friendly LTA henchmen at paya lebar mrt

as u can see i stretched my blog
to accomodate the video
and i shun bian changed the picture above
which everybody complained cldnt be seen

me

2007-06-23T01:25:00.000+08:00

Who Am I?

My name is Khing Zhen Ze Kenneth. My friends simply call me Khing. Acquaintances hardly pronounce it right. It is a "hing" with a "k".

I live a lie. To myself, and to everyone else. That is then.

I have grown onto the lie. Or the lie has grown onto me. The lie is now a truth. I live a truth. This is now.

I have friends. I have a girlfriend. I am my girlfriend's boyfriend. I do not have best friends. Nor do I have close friends. I have a family. I have brothers I never had.

To those I do not know; I am scary and unresponsive. To my brothers; I am different. To my girlfriend; I am her boyfriend. To runners around; I am many things - good and bad.

I do not crave attention. Nor do I lust after the tangible material. I seek admiration; fuel for the ego, for the self. I am a solo act. You can see from the things I excel at. I am a team player. My team is my all. You can see from the things I excel at. Some of them.

I like to walk through time. I believe time does not destroy. I know time resolves. I resent that I cannot walk back in time. But i rejoice that time cannot reverse.

I am a philosophical atheist in thinking, a Buddhist in self. But still I am a Christian. I spell God with a capital "G". My faith is firmly in Christ. "Faith is believing that which you cannot see". I believe against what I see. Believing that people walk mainly on hands. That is my value of faith.

I am a complex human. Just like everyone else is. I am no better than the next person. Nor the next person me. But I am better to the people who are better to me. Like the better boyfriend to my better girlfriend. I am Kenneth Khing. Or just plain Khing.

2007-06-18T22:51:00.000+08:00

yesterday was essentially a good day for me
firstly, i took part in my first ever
public 100m race
although i wasnt first
it was a first official timing for me
add to the fact
that i did not at first fall of the starting blocks
made it even better
because the first time i tried blocks
i fell on my face literally
so anw it was a good, and first,
return of 11.9 which is not too shabby
for a crosser

where am i going with all the firsts?
of course, i did finish first somewhere
sadly, it wasnt my first
ok not sadly but happily it was my second win
and it quite made my day
cuz there were alot of last minute sign ups
which included some rather fast ppl
instead of the at first (hah!) dull lineup

and finally DE highlight of the day
the other day tham gave me some
unglam, unflattering and embarrassing pictures
of vishnupriya d/o rajkumar
of course, she gave me the
thams up to splatter them on vish
which i did
and because it was so precious
i must blog it in detail:

[Act 1 Scene 1]
setting: black

{vishnu is seen engrossed in conversation}

enter Khing & Victor

{victor stands at a distance and smiles}
{khing sneaks up behind vishnu, pictures in hand}

khing: {taps vish shoulder}
vishnu: yes?
khing: {places pictures infront of her face}

there is a long pause
a storm looms
silence...
more silence...
silent until sian...

vishnu: {screams, chases khing}

exit khing, vishnu

{victor stands at the distance and smiles}

[End of Act 1 Scene 1]

training

2007-06-11T23:43:00.000+08:00

if my tagboard is anything to go by
there is the misconception
that i have not been training
i frown upon all u detractors

in a way
i am like david beckham
misunderstood, underrated
and most importantly
handsome

but while my faithful taggers
are suck blood spit people -ing
there is, a slight tinge of truth

just yesterday
the magic quartet of
kevin, xide, seet and i
took part in the mr25 4x11.3k relay
while kien mau n mok combined
to beat us in their 2x22.6k runs with
a 3 min deficit
we nevertheless were victorious
in our category

but the lack of saturday trainings
as caijing has so kindly pointed out
had taken its toll
today i sit here
ashamed that my once
feared shoulder muscles
and ripping back muscles
are now aching from a long run

but i must point out
that yesterday was a 10k pb
and despite the lack of fitness
my 800 is still not too shabby
i am still fast my friends
just as david beckham is still good
and as well, handsome

perhaps for me
it is puberty part2
where i will once again
(pls pls pls pls)
grow muscles faster
(OH PLS MAKE IT TRUE)
and grow taller again

of course the same cannot be said
for beckham
but if it is true
it disturbs me

record pee

2007-05-21T22:37:00.000+08:00

today i drank too much water
actually i didnt
just that i didnt pee enough

and so it was
a pee filled bladder i carried
onto a people filled bus
down traffic filled orchard road
and i was only halfway there
east coast was a good 40mins away

at this point
the pee level in my bladder was really high
like my height liddat
(i assure you, that is quite some pee)
but i persevered nonetheless

i alighted at my stop
but did not bother
to hold the pee till i touched home.
recent enlightenment by timmy
revealed that holding back pee for too long
can result, as in his brother's case,
kidney problems.
also, i was held back by memories
memories only 3 or 4 years back
when i awoke on the bus
only to find my dark blue pants
an even darker shade of blue

thus i peed at the bee pee toilet
ok it was mobil
but bee pee sounded punny enough
anw, it was a record pee
from the point the pee
left its holding area
i had time to change track on my mp3
listen almost half the song
used my hand (ONE free hand) to off it
chuck it into my shirt pocket
before the river ceased

bliss it was
and satisfaction
at another record fallen

music

2007-05-18T22:30:00.000+08:00

i've a sudden urge all of a sudden
to suddenly talk about
something that has caught me -
suddenly.

recently i've been listening
to quite a bit of my music
recent, and not recent.

while i am not one who checks out
the latest albums and what not
i do check on my comp library
re-check out my old tunes

and this impulse
has led to some sort of temporal craze
and therefore here is my all-time top 10

in order of merit,

Tisbury Lane (Mae)
The Magic Key (One-T)
Kuai Le Chong Bai (Wilber Pan)
Just To Be The Next To Be With You (Mr Big)
Call And Return (Hellogoodbye)
Tao Yan Hong Lou Meng (David Tao)
Save Tonight (Eagle Eyed Cherry)
Stuck (Stacie Orrico)
You Make Me Wanna (Blue)
Qia Zham (Some Hokkien Dude)

burdens

2007-05-14T20:07:00.000+08:00

recently fuiyi pointed out to me
that im constantly carrying alot of stuff
i have my ginormous bag that's bigger than me
with the hweaking big attached shoe bag that sticks out
and then i carry yet another shoe bag
sometimes i have my jacket draped over my shoulder
and of course there is my trusty mp3 player
hanging around my neck
with the cables dangling all over the place

it is a perfect picture
of a man on a mission
my bag could very well
be the sister doraemon pocket
enabling me to whip out whatever i need
whenever i need it
perhaps that is the shoe bag's job;
my bag is meant for me to sleep in
my jacket is actually a well hidden multi-purpose suit
it keeps out rain, wind and doesnt look stained
even if u spill curry on it cuz its dark blue
it keeps in heat, conceals my mp3 player
and not forgetting holding back my ripping muscles =)
what about my mp3 player?
it plays music, man.

but underneath all that i wonder
am i just physically burdened?
tied down not merely just by my earphone's wires?
why am i putting down the thing i enjoy most -
training with my team
for what i never appreciated, such as studying?
afterall i do aspire to be a coach
and it would do me no harm boosting my portfolio

my bag has grown; the books are more
my shoe bag no longer hold my running shoes;
they hold the slippers i wear to go straight home
i do not need a jacket when i run;
but when i throw it around my neck
it reminds me of a strait jacket.
and my mp3 player?
it plays cool tunes, dude.

in the end though i am still me
no one's forcing me to study;
my parents have always adopted
an indifferent attitude
i guess it is down to my ego
for very long now
my ego has kept me going
when my team is not involved.
without it i'll probably
be half as successful as i am now
whether how much that remains
is substantial or not,
is for another day to discuss

but khing is still khing
and khingky i will still be
i will change, make no mistake
stagnation is anti-maturity
but search deep enough
and you will still find khing

magic

2007-04-24T22:14:00.000+08:00

sometime in the middle of january 2002
i was forced from track into cross-country
to me it sounded like some lame cca
of which i found very much contrary to in the weeks that followed
it wrecked your legs and wasted them
inflicted indescribable pain to your muscles
tormented your lungs and twisted your nerves
it wasnt lame. it made u lame.

bad jokes aside, i hated it
there was no sense running your guts out
putting them back in
and running them all out again
(rinse and repeat)

but time after time
bongard forced me back
it was a blatant use of terror
like in chinese history where chiang had his white terror
i trained on sheer fear alone
but that fear would one day wear out
it would one day not sustain
this overwhelming pain that is cross-country
soon, my fear disintegrated
and in its place, something,
and a false love for running

why false, one may ask?
for one, i still dislike long runs
i still want to quit when the going gets tough
and i loathe perspiring

what was definite was that i wanted to train
i looked forward to trainings
i just wanted to be there

it took long enough for me to realize
what that something was
i came to realize
that running did not take centre stage
it was something else
it was something that put the acX
into acXperience
it was somebody
it was somebodies

it was my team
it is my team
it will always be my team.

in life, people often remark
"time pass very fast lei"
but somehow, it never was so for me
it wasnt as if i had a tough life or anything
i consider my life rather smooth sailing
but somehow, everything was slow
only acX sped things up
and more than that, it saved my life
it happened in july 2004
but that is another story for another time
my upcoming baptism perhaps

it has been a magical 6 years
through this journey
down this road
down this "path less taken"
in a magic school bus

last wednesday
our time for running cross-country came to an end
but to this team
we have no end
as seet put it
"we are the champions, my friend"
not in the title sense though that would have been nice
but in that we have come away from it all
with the full acXperience -
the pain, the euphoria, the depression,
the joy, the laughs, the tears,
the times, the team and the memories...
they are all ours to keep

- to kevin ng
you will always be the captain. my captain. you never had the chance to lead this team to victory, only agonizingly close far too many times. but that doesn't matter, it really doesn't. i have come to see that. you are my captain, and you have made it so. and that is enough. being jackasses, sadly or not, is perhaps the hallmark of our batch. perhaps we were not meant to win titles. but i cherish what we have, and i hold dear to my heart. i bid you love this team for as long as you know love, and between all of us, may that love come to something. something good that must come from love, no darkness.

-to low xide
for the longest while, you've failed to believe. believe in something you couldn't do. you said to me that you're the little mixture of everything and that may well be true. but you have grit in abundance. a little more faith, a little more determination. i wish i had more of those. for years i've seen you, i see the same will emanating from you. but more than before, this season for you was unbelievable. yours is what mental strength is supposed to be, even if u do undermine yourself. unbelievable. but you didn't believe that as well. perhaps you rarely believe. but believe today, that this team will not fade away, weathered by time. believe, dear brother (that i never had), and make it so. it is ours to keep, more important it will be ours to make. the bells will only ring for he who believes, and i have believed. the ball, as they say, is in your court. ball. hah.

-to kenneth seet
too many times, we wish there was an end task or a shut down to you. we longed to see not responding in brackets on your forehead. but all those were not meant to be. but in a wicked, sick and twisted sort of way, i'm glad they didn't. i remember a cross meeting that took place at the end of sec3 when you were still new, not irritating and somehow rather proper. what you said reverberated throughout my entire running career and always helped me to believe in what i was doing, kept me going and going with this team, forever etched in the depths of my heart. after a few weeks of training, you said "i feel there is a bond in this team that i never saw elsewhere before. it feels special and that's what keeps me going". perhaps that still keeps you going as it has kept me. i pray that it will bring us beyond where we are, and where we could possibly imagine. i pray i will not hit the cltr+alt+delete so rapidly when the time comes. but i probably will.

-to benjamin lee changming
i felt that for some time now, you've been somewhat neglected. i dunno if you've felt it, but somehow i feel so. there wasn't reason to; both you and i know that we pwn kevin ng hands down at 800 and 1500 and that the taunting between us is the real deal. well perhaps it was down to quietness. there never was much noise coming from you. but somewhere somehow someway, at least, i began to sit up and take note. i don't know when it started, but i heard something. i recalled seb telling me that you were a fighter. not easy to see but it does come out when you take to running. i saw, and realized it was true. i began to hear something. something resonated in me. i still search for what it is, but i do know it is something we share in common and i can readily relate to. i want to relate to it and so to you. and hopefully this search will stretch way after i leave school and beyond the army camp (where you don't have to go).

-to victor tan
you know how you've done so far in terms of running. and i'm sure you're not happy with it. but keep at it (though not too much) and eventually you'll get your top5. people may say you have no talent, but i want you to remember that i say talent is make believe. we make it because we believe, and so can you. apart from that, you do make a difference, running nats or not. you bring an extra quality to the team (like nipple bleeding) that is special and unique in itself. this is the same thing xide and i told you one training last year, and you must remember that. because after all, the great runners form not the team, for our team make great the runners.

-to sebastian koh
one fine champion. one fine team. a strong bond. one single dream. i've always loved that poem you wrote. not just because of all the literary devices and what not, but for the fact that it epitomizes my feelings towards this team. it's yours to lead now as we leave and go. and i hope you will uphold the words in your poem and keep this team burning for very long to come. i am always afraid that we will take the ess(s)ence of acX with us as we leave, and it will be my greatest joy, if you can extend it to the future generations. it is all in your hands now, and i am sure it is in good hands. make it so, and where appropriate next season, make believe, and make belief come true.

for the rest whom i've not mentioned
i do not know you enough
to write something i really mean
but hopefully come the years
i can truly say that i am proud of u all
this team we leave with you now
must prosper in its own right
and that may not come in the form of titles
but should be in the way of that something
something that perhaps
no one really put into words
and is really for you to feel and fathom

after cross

2007-04-19T00:44:00.000+08:00

it's the end
and it's all over

no more cross ever again
unless heaven forbid
i do retain
heh

i'm gonna miss trainings
for sure i will
3:18s and so
while there's still track to come
it's never the same training for cross

so we didnt win
but i must say it was an open battle
and we were still on course till the last 1k or so

the difference this year is that there weren't tears
perhaps one or two regrets
but generally we were all alright
it's not that we weren't expecting to win at all
i think we were always in with a shout
and today's race did nothing to dispel that

but it was what we found
over the course of these few years
it sounds cliched
and perhaps very fake
but after years of thinking that way
i've come and we've come
to thinking perhaps, otherwise

and what i want to do is just to type it here
also for the sake of the vj team
if they do come here
the ah hua and the farrel
that cross-country is not all about the title
sure, we set out to do it
and when we don't we have nothing to show for it
and that means everything we've done is nothing
but i feel that though cross is over
the team will never be
the title wouldnt mean so much to you
if the team didnt mean anything to you
team spirit is not a stepping stone to cross glory
cross glory is a stepping stone to team spirit,
the ultimate prize of cross

the title is lost
but the memories are for yours to keep
the team will live on in your life forever
and that is the gift that comes of your curse

contacts

2007-04-08T19:56:00.000+08:00

recently i've been wearing contacts
(not the ones u put in ur fone)
to get used to them before cross comes
(holy week but, no! not that cross)
cuz my glasses are loose (not promiscuous)
and the optical ppl don wanna tighten it
cuz the lens got crack scared they make spoil

(many bad puns later)

so anw
i whipped out my old monthly contacts
slipped them on for a week
and my eyes turned to shrivelled prunes
err as in became very dry

so i bought daily focus
which were really good
cuz they're so moist they get really slippery
u cant even take then out properly
of cuz thats not a good thing
but they're so moist i bet u cld slp in them

newaez i was telling nice abt how good they were
cuz he faced the same dry eyes problem
just as i got to the best part about the contacts
i blinked
and then nice saw something fall out of my left eye
and that was after 1 hr only
so i went around with one good eye the whole day
play lan also close one eye
BUUUTTTTT still pwn kevin ng the noob

newaez the other one fell out
but at a reasonable 14 hrs

still, focus dailies rock
and should be the contacts in everyone's eye
sweet stuff those contacts
in a way, they're like eye candy

Epic Showdown

2007-03-25T22:13:00.000+08:00

Drip, drip, drip.

Crimson splats dot the dry, red track. "Ge Garisan" has gone. Crouching, waiting, poised as silent hawks. The kill is ripe.

Hark. Out. Steps, rapid quick fire. Claw the rubber. Flex, tense, push-off.

Pound and pound round the bend they ran. Two stacked together. One awaits along. Out and out, two pull around a monstrous lap. Blazing, the sun strikes their backs. Blazing, their feet rip the track. Out and round they lean to left, creeping behind a silent threat. They and he aside. Out the curve they hug the white, out the curve they hug the bit line. Roars aplenty the two are foregone, poor the third for one last swansong. The wind is screaming, screeching, crying.

"Slow down!"

Fifty-nine not too plenty, perfect. The battle is over, number two is two. Down, left down to go but two is still two. One is one but how high, how out a one? Demons flashing, wailing, moaning. Hips a-wrecking down, left down. In line with the line, yellow line, white line. Imps are coursing through the veins but the gates are still holding, the white line in sight. Flex, tense, drop-off.

Through the tape, a twist of the wrist. Sweet saliva, stemless elation. O, the legs are heavy, yet steps are light and soft. O, the mind is swirling, but with colours of gold and red.

No, no. The battle ignited by the fighter's creed. Silence no more, the silence is heard. Jaws of silver sink into red. Bloodied pushing, bleeding roots. Oh the mighty fall this day.

shitting

2007-03-07T21:06:00.000+08:00

this is a follow up to yesterday's post
and yet again, to start off,

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as i've said
my bowels nowadays have somehow
just mysteriously somehow
acquired my speed
and have been releasing
more than its fair, daily share
of organic human waste matter
or, sai.

today as i visited yet again
the cleanest toilet in the vicinity
of the track which is the squash court toilets
i was disgusted at the state of the toilet seat

it is imaginable how some
cannot aim their pee properly
but at today's sight
i am extremely perplexed
at how some miss their shit

ding ding ding 100 points
yes that is correct
there was sai on the seat of the sai pit
albeit only a few crumbs
but enough to gross the shit back into me
also
the shit had obviously matured
and was rock solid, stuck to the seat
not exactly rock, but enough to prevent
my measly piece of toilet paper
from wiping it off

in the end it was hopeless
cuz while some could be rubbed off
they left a brown trail in their absence
which was somewhat even worse
however the shit was riproaring
ready to soar on wings like flying pigs

therefore in a moment of genius
i pulled out even more toilet paper
and made an improvished toilet seat cover
and shat my shit happily

but from this we can very obviously see
that there are ppl out there
who are a shame not only to man
but woman alike
shame on u all. grr.

pee

2007-03-06T22:07:00.000+08:00

it is with deepest regrets
that i have to blog an entry such as this one
but i've had enough, just enough
of ppl peeing on the toilet seats

firstly, to set the mood for this entry
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with that done,
we have laid down the underlying theme
and sentiments to this
extremely serious blog entry

it has now become my inherent habit
and almost a ritual
to, before i lay my stunning butt
on the toilet bowl to take a crap,
do a professional cleaners job
and clean the pee-infested toilet seat
with a measly, ineffective piece of toilet paper

this complaint comes at a time when
my bowels have somehow sped up
and i take a shit one time too many a day
for no particular reason i can think of

it also adds to the frustration
when the waste matter that resides
in my humble home for the shit
a.k.a. the anus
is filled to its smelliest brim,
when the shit is screaming in agony to be released
as a wrongly-accused prisoner would ,
and also when the outraged shit
is disgruntled at the lack of space and overcrowding
and begins to tear through my fragile piece of flesh
which i would like to call - "the gate"

but enough about the gate
this entry is dedicated to
he who is not a marksman

it is sad
and a completely utter disgrace to males
for these boh boh shooters
to anyhow spray their pee on toilet seats.
this is despite on the average
a couple of decades of regular daily training
i say to you:
use a straw
not to bring up the liquid
but to release
if u think its too painful
pls do use the urinal instead
where it is at point blank range
and far easier to aim

yet it is evident in public toilets nowadays
that some do miss at point blank range
like cristiano ronaldo
not the pee, but a shot at goal i remembered
that hit the floodlights instead of the goal 2m away.
toilet floors burn and rot from these acidic pee
and its lucrid odour does at times
do enough to stop all that raging faeces from coming out

perhaps this entry might have been not so serious
"yes this is entertainment,
but the hazards are real."
if u cant shoot straight,
pls, try it at home.

temper

2007-03-05T22:59:00.000+08:00

i've never really understood what anger is
i also thought it was, to all degrees,
controllable.

so for since i started to remember
i always sought to control it
but i found that there was no such need to
it's not so much a lack of a temper
because deep down i get pissed and aggressive
from say time to time
but i guess it was more of a nonchalance

but since then my temper has escalated
though still better than most i know
we're all a bunch of angry ppl i guess
but that didnt matter
i didnt care

until i did have to care
the ppl around me, the ones that really mattered
held blazing angers in them
to put it in a line,
it was something i disregarded completely
in the ppl i regarded immensely importantly

i never could fathom why one couldn't control anger
but it didnt matter for a very long time
however soon it became apparent
that i could not live in a temperless world

i believe that it takes the strongest
to hold their tempers
because it is just too easy to release one
i believe that it is the wisest
who keep their angers in check
because it destroys the greatest things
the things that took so long to build
the things that we hold dear to our hearts
the only things that we have left

but that is only for me to believe in and accept

lesson

2007-02-11T20:27:00.000+08:00

whilst streaming down the ECP yesterday
trying in vain and screaming in agony
drowned in desperate tears
as cab after cab flashed passed but never stopped
i grew again as a person

it is always my belief
that troubles are meant to grow you
whenever you're hurt,
whenever you feel pain inside
whenever you cry
you grow

being a christian
it is also my firm belief
that God knows how much you can take
else he would send you an angel
as he had sent me 2 yesterday
in any case
i trust my God grew me again
while it is easy for sceptics and atheists
to draw upon the examples
of building jumpers
and mental patients
i say it is God's plan
while that is not concrete to say the least
i think if we could understand
we might as well be God
and if everything were in place to believe in a God
what then is the value of faith?

but even as i mulled over the distress
my limit was to be stretched
i was to be dealt another blow
as i slumped shattered along one underpass
a sensation came all of a sudden
i felt a need to move, to go somewhere
i then crossed paths with a gentleman
at that brief moment we saw each other
something twitched in me
and i believe twitched in him as well
we parted, only for another 10minutes
when i found my wallet had fallen out my bag
and so i managed to meet him at a bus stop
when he could otherwise have:
(1) taken the wallet
(2) went to the opposite bus stop
(3) do his usual afternoon run
(4) mail it to me
(5) gone to the correct bus stop

not only did he return my wallet
he sensed something not at peace in me
and for that brief period
i unloaded everything

yet the damage was still whole
though i knew i could recover myself
some gap somewhere would never close
so again i slumped
at the steps outside katong cc

but she left church
and with what little she had left
she spent it on a cab
and came to sit alongside me outside katong cc
that gap could not remain unhealed

at the end of the day
my mortal wounds are healed
as Jesus had healed ages ago
and i grew stronger as a person
now i can better look strife in the eye
and stand against the current of adversity

how are you coping today?

nice birthday

2007-01-30T22:15:00.000+08:00

kevin ~~choy~~ ng! turns 18 today!
today was the culmination of the many, long
~~days~~ months! of preparation

it all started very very long ago
i emphasize on the very
which started calling citycab a.k.a. uncle ng
whether nice wld stay home or stay boarding
den the calling of ccw ask if can go boarding
then the planning of the present
and finally,
the plan to make a big hoohah over vic's bdae
and keep nice's one quiet

only i think nice didnt realise the quiet part
but apart from that everything went quite well
here's the breakdown to nice's alchoholability age

Project Nice 18 : 30 January 2007'

Project Co-ordinator: (DPM) Low Xide

-Mission one
"Guard The Relic"
implications: Kevin Ng not to see present
objective1: deliever to Sebastian Koh via Victor Tan
objective2: avoid Kevin Ng
agent: (BGL) Kenneth Khing
method: wake up 20mins earlier, come sch earlier
--------MISSION ACCOMPLISHED--------

-Mission two
"Complete the puzzle"
implications: ZhangZhiming & GaryLim unaware of plans
objective1: get Zhang & Lim to write on present
objective2: avoid Kevin Ng
agent: (PM-in-trng) Sebastian Koh
method: Kevin Ng too stupid to know, just seek out targets
--------MISSION ACCOMPLISHED--------

-Mission three
"Plough The Land"
implications: Kenneth Khing to end school 1 hr later
objective1: stop Kevin Ng from going home
objective2: delay Kevin Ng's return to boarding
agent: (MOP) Kenneth Seet
method: slow, slow, very very slow long run
--------MISSION ACCOMPLISHED--------

-Mission four
"Lay The Mines"
implications: limited time, limited boarding space
objective1: hide present
objective2: notify Kevin Ng of present's presence
objective3: hide selves for surprise
agents: (DPM) Low Xide, (DIC) Victor Tan
method: Place present under Kevin Ng's bed
______ Write note on displaced Macbook
______ Hide in the toilet
--------MISSION ACCOMPLISHED--------

-Mission five
"Timed Strike"
implications: Kevin Ng might be too stupid to read MacBook
objective1: know when Kevin Ng is in the room
objective2: surprise him without being exposed in toilet
agents: (PM-in-trng) Sebastian Koh, (DPM) Low Xide, (BGL) Kenneth Khing, (DIC) Victor Tan, (Auds) Lee Changming
method: just whack
--------MISSION ACCOMPLISHED--------

-Bonus Mission (unlock with presence of Victor Tan)
"Assasinate The President"
implications: not birthday-like
objective1: decimate Kevin Ng's nipples
objective2: smash something through Kevin Ng
objective3: flatten Kevin Ng
agent: (DIC)/(Chief) Victor Tan and gang
method: twist with pliers and exchange
______ smash present through Kevin Ng
______ taupok, extremely terribly
--------MISSION NOT UNDERTAKEN--------

so long

2007-01-29T22:58:00.000+08:00

i want to blog but there's ntg to blog abt
so long neh blog le should have smtg to blog abt
but maybe lose the magic touch alr

anw im just blogging for the sake of blogging
for all my fans out there awaiting eagerly
for my next and next and next entries
hanging onto every one of my
magnificent and wisdom-filled words

life for now though
has been hectic but relatively smooth
the work is still ever present
is still fall like rain
and comes whenever teacher pui saliva
but that isn't really that huge a problem
so schools ok

training on the other hand
has been marvelo-fantabulous
is got the hweeling
not just me but also the rest
hweel super positive abt this year oso
seems God has put everything in place
but i guess we will never know till d-day
but for now is just cruz-ing for us
and hweeling hwine hwor now

dance is just as busy
we've only so little time to practice
for y=mx+c
think its really good though
should be better than launch

newaez thats all for now
tomorrow is another day
duh

moved

2007-01-20T01:33:00.000+08:00

this comp is up
and thus marked the completion of my house moving

plenty plenty is have happened
between my last post and now
happy happy sad sad
nice nice not nice

it is a tale too many to tell

therefore they shall not be told
and hopefully my wonder brain
will be able to remember every bit of it

tomorrow however will be a busy day
actually initially is originally not supposedly to be busy one
ang afternoon call me tomorrow go make notice board
like early early morning
sun havent come up shine on pi gu yet

then after that wearing sch u go church
han thinking is confirm praying for sch i think so too
pity her la have to parade around in -
The Anglo-Chinese School
(Independent) International
Baccalaureate World School
girls uniform
summore dunno how yeo convince her to wear the scarf
then he and jason wear the bomber
tmr ppl see alr really got urge to pray for us

need sleep now
not typing coherensly
later oversleep notice board making

merry xmas

2006-12-24T22:09:00.000+08:00

merry xmas eve!

now is still moving house
so simple xmas dinner
but i tot it was the bestest so far

xmas dinner isnt abt the food
ok maybe sometimes is
many times is but not everytime
unless of cuz u are victor tan
cuz must have good good food
to sustain the sicklett trng wkload

but if u are not
(thank heavens)
then it is often not so much about the food
but perhaps for some it is hard to understand

anw this shldnt be here on xmas eve
but i just had to blog about it

ever smelt rotten eggs?

i had 2 eggs packed in a container a few days back
they were supposed to be my pre-trng food
but in the end
they became my stay on table for 4 days food
it is then by no coincidence
that a stale, fart smelling stench pervaded my room
at the end of that 4 days
for a moment
i though i had went another level
and attained the perma-fart
but it was not to be

why would i share such a story one might ask
haha because xmas ma, so sharing lor

merry xmas everybody

bird

2006-12-22T22:31:00.000+08:00

today after taking a fast canal run
i sat there talking to quak and alan

i remembered talking about running
i mean, what else could we have talked abt

then from the corner of my eye
just behind quak
i saw it

it shot straight at us
its shadow silhouetted against the red track
moving at an inhuman pace
the black figure approached with menace
never touching the ground

flanking quak, it headed for my head
with a quick wave of my hand
i attempted to cast a spell on it
in hope that it would be repelled from my presence
to my horror, it was magic resistant

the abomination rested upon my head
i could feel its claws ramaging about my crown
in one swift motion of the hand
i applied my awesome force on the figure
promptly clearing the danger

sensing my superior strength
it fled at kenneth khing pace
victor tan distance

stupid bird
stay away from my head

links

2006-12-21T23:11:00.000+08:00

ok updated the links
and for those of you
who dunno where the links are
very much shaming on yous

its on the right
under swim around
click on your father friends

tsk.

sing song move along

2006-12-21T01:02:00.000+08:00

ooo new blogger
not using it yet though
still waiting for the transition to take place

transition?
that's been a recurring theme this year
transitions all over the place

transition from last minute mug like crazy O's
to whack all year round till ur guts fall out
then put them back and whack them out again IB

transition from captaining blackyellow tkk
to captaining blueyellow svm
to stepping down from captainship altogether

transition from 3 years of corrupt prefecthood
to normal, plain, ugly tie wearing student body

transition to the spanking new, overly tall,
overly cold, overly mechanic but superior feely
IB building

transition from one church to now not one, but two

transition from thong soon back to bedok, again

and transition from boyhood to manhood

the last one was just for fun to make the list longer
cuz u cant become twice as man if u're in my position
just isn't fair to the rest of mankind
anw

there are of course
stuff that didnt go through much change
like how i still pown all u acx punks at dota and polo
like polo today and dota which no one
NO ONE dared to play

my stunning good looks
that could not have gotten better cuz again
not fair

then there's also my faultless modesty
yes modesty u heard me right
that still remains intact
for all to see and be in awe of

but truly,
this year has been one of massive transitions,
rapid transitions.
2006 has been a Mass, Rapid, Transition year
shutup its 10/10

flood

2006-12-19T22:49:00.000+08:00

today as i walked out of the house
i was startled like how a flood startles u
i witnessed a flood in flood-free singapore

once upon a time, outside my house
by the petrol station,
lived a drain
and in the drain,
lived pierce reservoir water
but one day (today)
a bad witch came and cast a spell over it
and from that day on
(till the end of today)
there was a drain
that lived in pierce reservoir water

it completely vanished
and the water was pouring in from the reservoir
so much so the cars on the other side of the road
broke down and trapped the drivers in them

then in the afternoon
radio say my hse there kena flood until waist high
my first concerns went out to my toe high comp
and my hip bone high ps2
fortunately i am still able to be typing here
and therefore i would like to thank
the senior admin
for their undying support
for which without none would have been possible
...
to god be the glory the best is yet to be

nice

2006-12-18T21:33:00.000+08:00

jingle feet jingle feet
jingle all the way
oh what fun
it is to ride
on those 3:18s today, hey!

yes they have come
the terror that is the 3:18s
have come to haunt and curse
every member of acx and acjcxc
it is now truly the end

anw went out with kev today
go do xmas shopping
we talked many the manys
with 2 quotes of the day
revelation that rachel is cuter than him
and something else during dinner
that struck him a tad too late
some 4 or 5 years late
dating back to his puberty

what we talked about was...
extremely intruiging
smtg xide would give an arm, a leg and well,
a head to know and fathom
unfortunately
he will not be able to give up his anatomy this time round
cuz it is about nice and so i cannot divulge anything
but i shall gloat over the knowledge
that i know smtg he does not
and will find every opportunity to fan his curiosity
but never to reveal the secret
for the day the great truth is unveiled
will be the day that nice encounters
a rapid breakdown of his molecular and cellular structure
in other words he will be dead meat, veggie and fruit
but of course, xide will never know...

C is for cookie

2006-12-17T22:09:00.000+08:00

C is for cookie! its good for you and me!

had this poem like last year ard this time
and i still have the same message this time rd
and its for one lost puppy wandering out in the cold sewers

without further a due
i bring to you my wonderful poem
crafted by my fantabulous mind
typed by my stupendous fingers
and made with a double portion of my unending love

but when it comes again you look back and see
those times you had before you came free
were the best you had the exchange was worth
your time your effort your very love
and despite the doom you might come to face
you look at it you tongue the taste
you wonder if it'll come to naught
you wonder if it's love you caught
then you decide why not i'll try again
think back and forth you'll see its worth the pain

emerge 2006

2006-12-13T22:48:00.000+08:00

hu hua.
back from church camp.
camp was quite chee kah boom this time
is got the many many powsderful things

anw, as always, camp, in a few words...

horizontal moving seats... makhota.. extended services... indoor ice age.. abc123.. insufficient chocolate cake... 35 chocolate cakes... blindfold.. ashley... ciesta... spiderman.. encounter(ssss).. helez... ilovedanyeow .. GOD.

yup thats the gist of it.

anw just heard the song vic
posted on fastfasterfastest.
the lyrics looked good
but it sounds like a christmas carol gone wrong.
horriblys wrong.

standard chartered

2006-12-06T21:39:00.000+08:00

On the 3rd of December, 2006, a group of fantabulous runners from the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) International Baccalaureate World School cross-country team and the Anglo-Chinese Junior College cross-country team assembled in the Adelphi multi-storey carpark in the wee hours of the said morning. This gathering of the greats was to prepare for the Singapore Standard Chartered Marathon 2006.

However, as always, one member of the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) International Baccalaureate World School cross-country team, more intimately known as acX, would always be inexplicably late. Previously, the record was held by Jonathan Lim with a record of 24 minutes. This year, Farhan Abdulrashid smashed the record with a new time of 33 minutes, establishing himself as the new come-late king, proving himself a worthy successor to the late Christopher Tay, man of hour deficiencies.

This time round however, acX had members taking part in different races. They were the halfies (21km) and the minis (10km). The halfies, also known as noobs, comprised of Prime Minister Kevin Ng, Deputy Prime Minister Low Xide and MOP (not Member Of Parliament) Kenneth Seet. The minis were basically, the rest, with the outstanding Kenneth Khing leading the charge.

Eventually, the noobs did well. Kevin Ng, despite shitting the heavens and the hells during the run, (note: NO TOILET PAPER) came in 1:27, ahead of the unsprintable Kenneth Seet coming in at 1:28. Low Xide kept rolling, and bounced in at 1:35, an extremely commendable effort.

The minis were fast. And that was all. Kenneth Khing was knocked unconsious by jealous kenyans at the starting line and fainted for a good 40 minutes. Once awake, he staggered the full 10km in 2mins, but the gap was too much to catch and he ended up getting powned.

This report would also like to cheer on Victor Tan, who is still on his 1874658873849841878942210059810048789120 km run till this date. For the unenlightened, this race distance is known as the sicklett run, but in Victor Tan terms would be known as a stroll from the toilet bowl to the sink.

splash

2006-11-27T23:36:00.000+08:00

"here comes a big one"
the two half-crouch, anticipating the approachinbg juggernaut. it zips past them, causing shockwaves of water in its wake to come at the two. with precise judgement and stupendous athletism, they leap high into the air, expertly avoiding the treacherous waves.

but that was not to be

"wah shit big one big one lai liao lai liao"
the lumbering bus speeds towards them at break neck speed, parting the puddles and conjuring up waves of dirty water that swallowed pavements. as the waves approached, the pair hopped meekly into the air, trying in vain to keep dry amidst all the splashing and slushing, much to the amusement of the passengers in the passing buses.
"nb ccb kena already la"

and that was the story of how xide and i
tried to keep dry

trapped under the overhead train tracks
at bt timah,
the rain poured down as curtains on either side
soon, the roads began to flood with water and traffic
which inevitably led to vehicle-splash-man
xide and i cowered under the shelter of the bridge
jumping over every splash that came our way
xide cursed the living daylights out of the undead
while i, being immensely cultured,
kept veeerrrryyyy quiet. shhhh.

all was bleak
until xides maid,
in an act of splendid initiative
and armed with not one
but two umbrellas
found us in our miserable state

xide said it but i'll say it again
give the woman a pay rise man

kenneth seet

2006-11-24T23:25:00.000+08:00

1 word -
OH MY SHIT

hmmm. 1... 2... 3...
err 3 words.
but the truth bears repeating -
OH MY SHIT

and oh my shit is right
why?
because kenneth seet has struck

i await with abated breath
to see seet's next move
then i will decide to strike or not

depending on the subject's course of action,
the next 6 entries in this blog
will become dedicated to hurling insults
at one very special kenneth seet

one word man seet -
delete

cross

2006-11-23T12:45:00.000+08:00

i just read seet's blog
about his 2yr cross journey thus far

it stirred up something in me
which prompted me to blog this

he's right
it has been a long, 2 years since he came
you know ppl say when u're having fun,
time flies.
mmm.
k that didnt come out right.
ok la seet's not that bad la.
but still abit bad. just abit.

to make things clear,
apart from being yr5,
seet's a junior in everything cross.
in fact, he's a december baby
so he's still junior

he's been around for 2yrs
while the cabinet 5.
he's noob at sprinting, dota and soccer,
not to mention everything else we do
even in the long distance running department
cuz victor tan powns us all

but of course, ib teaches us to show both sides
for that, he does top our charts
for the "most likely member to have sex"

but being junior doesn't really matter at all
being part of the team does
it doesnt matter if you're a big piece or a small one
we all form the complete jigzaw that is acx
we all matter. and you all matter.

model

2006-11-21T23:31:00.001+08:00

for every highly paid model
there is one that works for free
not for the lack of looks
but for the abundance of kindness

and that model is me
nah just kidding
or am i leading u to thinking that im kidding you?

it all started one day
when mr low, not his real name,
father of low xide,
also not his real name,
decided to diversify his income
by setting up a new handphone company
is that right?

anw, models were needed for advertising
but perhaps too costly for a budding company
therefore low xide was deployed
to scouse the land for willing
but able volunteers
and eventually chanced,
stupendously chanced
upon the gems that turned up
namely, and very importantly, me.
of course there were also
vish, caijing jingci and sam (is that it?)
to give the man credit,
i would include him as a gem as well

for every selected model
there is one unselected one
not for the lack of assignments
but for the abundance of desperation

and that came in the form
of (not their real names)
seet, victor, nice
and changming/audds/him/her/it/idunknow
and especially nice and audds
who came, sat for a few hours and went home
the other two just appeared and pigged
alot. ALOT.

newaez the meeting time was 0930
which was terribly early
considering we put make up only at around 11
and that the entire thing started -
the thing being an initial photoshoot
that unfolded into a full scale clip
that goes on i dunno where
by i dunno who
starting i dunno when -
at only 2pm. ONLY. nbccb

anw it was quite fun
apparently only for me
the rest didnt really enjoy it
esp for xide who looked really scared of the cam
i didnt have to do much tho
just sleep on the couch and look stupid

so anw, perhaps to the digust of my fellow crew
i will post the clip here when its up
so wait. patiencely.

model

2006-11-21T23:31:00.000+08:00

blogging

2006-11-20T22:03:00.000+08:00

i feel like blogging today but i dunno what to blog about. today there was training, lanning, and going home but i dun feel like blogging about any of them. they were eventful and mostly funful, but for some reason i cannot explain myself i dun feel like blogging about those. instead i would like to blog on something deeper, something that would boost my ego when ppl read and say wahhhh chims sia. however no such topic floats in my mind as of now and truth to be told, rarely ever does. perhaps that is my own deep thought. i think so deeply i realise it is useless to think deeply. hmmm. i'm contradicting myself, but that in itself is questionable and i think it qualifies as deep. perhaps i am a budding philosopher. if u dun think so then it could be due to the superficiality of your feeble mind that u cannot see the magnificence of my wonderful and splendid intellect. there. i am deep. deeper than the oceans that stretch themselves over the earth, deeper than the assholes that exist on total assholes on the surface of this planet. and that is really deep.

but alas, i am kidding myself. i possess no such genius. or so i am trying to lead u to think. a-hah. could it be a trap that i am laying that would cause you to underestimate me as did stalin's opponents that would result in my eventual rise to whatever power i am hoping to achieve. or it could be not.

i realise it has been a bore reading this post and i assure you it is not the end. some call me the epitomy of rubbish and boredom, yet some percieve it as words of wisdom that most cannot fathom. whatever the case, you are tired of reading this entry, and will be deterred because you see how long this entry is. as i typed the previous sentence you realise there was nothing beneath it, and displays my faultless prediction of the things that are to come. i will type alot.

there are many things i thread closely on in life. i believe in diffusion, i believe in the way nature works. i believe that to stop an egg from falling off the table to the floor, put the egg on the floor. i believe in balance, which is in effect, diffusion. and i also believe that i can change anything. mostly. some mostly. which brings me to the end of this entry.

by now you would have been diffused by this entry. some of me going into you. notice nothing is coming from you to me. therefore by my way of life, i am diffusing into you, and that can only mean i have a higher concentration of wisdom than u do. or rubbish. but i prefer to call my nonsense wisdom because no one said nonsense wasn't wisdom.

but now i have yet again contradicted myself. at the end of the paragraph before this, i said i was at the end of the entry. but i am not. and this shows my inability to predict future happenings. which contradicts myself. the following paragraph will illustrate the pattern that i am thinking along as i blog this entry.

this is a word. but that was a phrase. which... has turned into a sentence. but i have just reached a few lines. but hey look, i've typed a paragraph. and as i type, it just gets longer and longer and longer and longer. oh look it's a very long paragraph. perhaps it will soon qualify as an essay. and by the word of the prophesy this shall become a novel!

and this was not a novel. if u are not confused by this entry i applaud your will to remain sane. or to remain insane. ah-hah. i think this entry is very useful for tok. ibo should adopt this extract for textbook reference.

peoples

2006-11-16T19:02:00.000+08:00

today i met many peoples while i was out
im blogging about it
cuz its the most ever in one day
here's how it started

i wash my hands at harbourfront mrt toilet
a familiar figure wearing toysrus shirt approaches
clement, who used to look more yandao greeted me

as i began to exit harbourfront mrt
a big, botak chimpanzee lumbered in my direction
i saw the look of terror return to tiezheng's eyes
as he chanced his eyes upon my wonderful splendour
strafing and keeping to the wall,
he hurled insults at me as he made his escape

exiting the floating bookshop at vivo
i spot alistair giving out fliers
he looks at me and for at least 6 seconds
ransacks his mind to remember who i was
before acknowledging my wonderful presence

with him, but formerly unnoticed
due to the covering tentage,
was the bane of all eyes bose

just seconds later as i descended from the stairs
a few of the council sat there,
staring at me, calling my name
at least 12 times before i realised and responded

next up the escalator at vivo
was charissa i-dun-come-for-training

sitting there and just being asked to do a survey
someone out of sight suddenly plopped beside me
strangely closely
i turned, and to the dazzle of my eyes
was darren chiew with his piercing complexion
that stunned my pupils
and placed in me a sudden desire to buy oakleys
for that, he was divinely punished
and was made to do the survey as well

finally sitting at queensway bus stop
my sweeping eyes caught sight of jordan tan,
who made me grateful for eyelids to cover one's sight.
his unusually inanimated self brought back memories
where classmates claimed he was quieter with girls around
hmmm. history class no girls meh?

today

2006-11-14T22:29:00.000+08:00

this morning was a mad rush to school
i was late for history re-exam

amidst all the rushing,
i found time to despair, shaking my head
thinking "im history man"

at 0810, i was 10mins late
with tenacity like fart released after 20mins of holding in,
i ran like a cheetah after whatever it eats
towards the designated classroom
i pounced on the door handle like a rugby player towards the touchline
and pressed it down like a horny man on his lover's lalala

lo and behold

the classroom was dead empty
i was 3 hrs early
!@#$%^&*()_+{}|:"<<>
oh sorry cockroach ran across the keyboard
while i was holding down the shift button

fast forward to after re-exam

joined the ppl doing cas
to go beyond the borders of the school
to do the beyond borders cas project
a familiar knock on hdb door
and ask for newspaper and clothes project

we scoured the plains of dover rise
scaling stairs and lugging the collections
all the while with a smile on our jolly faces
listening to ian cheong talk in his dillusional world
with his own voice resonating in a land
where the little ian cheongs ran amock

disturbing imagery

anw block 1 was rather interesting
11-309 held a resident familiar to the acx family
our infant assistant coach, paulus
or balless as seet calls him
(although kenneth seet
also doubles up as cannot shit)
opened the door to low xide's knocks

also, there was this unbelievable stack
of newspapers lying beside the stairs
it had more volume than seet's body
k i was tempted to use victor tan
but i have to be honest,
the hdb wasnt made from newspaper
anw that pile of papers had us call in the holy relic
also known as the school trolley to carry it away

fast forward to after cas

seet nice and xide embarked on their respective missions
to snip off as much hair as they could from each others head
it all started with kevin cutting off ppls hair
sniggering all the while like the sneaky mut he is
seet and xide basically took revenge
and eventually they cut each other's hair in the cross fire

obvious blades of blunt hair stood out from the respective heads
and one unfortunate testicle
kenneth khing, with his unfaulted positioning
and manouevering abilities,
avoided all attempts by the 3 musketeers to cut his hair
the closest any of them came was a move by kenneth seet
who would have succeeded if not for the lack of sprinting practice
evident during training, chasing of bus 74 at holland v
and of course in the case of chasing after my perfect pantene hair
the times he did manage to get someone's hair,
was all due to his ability to blink strike cuz he's too short to spot

fast forward somemore

made an uneusual trip to nice's house
played with nice, xide and nice friends at nice house
had some nice plays, nice kicks and some nice balls going around
fun fun + fun

fast forward

khing sleeps

rewind

khing clicks on publish post
*click!*