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
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
contacts
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
(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
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Epic Showdown
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
shitting
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.
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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.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
pee
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.
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.
Monday, March 05, 2007
temper
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
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
Sunday, February 11, 2007
lesson
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?
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?
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
nice birthday
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--------
today was the culmination of the many, long
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--------
Monday, January 29, 2007
so long
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
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
Saturday, January 20, 2007
moved
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
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
Sunday, December 24, 2006
merry xmas
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
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
Friday, December 22, 2006
bird
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
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
Thursday, December 21, 2006
links
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.
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
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
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
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
flood
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
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
Monday, December 18, 2006
nice
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...
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...
Sunday, December 17, 2006
C is for cookie
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
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
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
emerge 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
standard chartered
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.
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.
Monday, November 27, 2006
splash
"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
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
Friday, November 24, 2006
kenneth seet
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
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
Thursday, November 23, 2006
cross
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
model
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.
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
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. patiently.
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. patiently.
Monday, November 20, 2006
blogging
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.
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.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
peoples
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?
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?
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
today
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!*
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!*
Thursday, November 09, 2006
xides house
its 6 plus now in the morning
and the handful of us are at xide's house
theres was potluck for dinner
at first there was an idiot who volunteered to bring apples
but in the end it turned out to be cookies
not so idiot but stupid nonetheless
i bet they were bought
anw we played games too
i for one played too much dota
its easy to play alot when u win
WIN YES WIN
just a few small losses here and there
not much la
2 to xide, 1 to kevin (with xide), 2 to horny
its a very respectable ratio and i'm proud of it
its 6am and my brains not functioning properly
which means now im at my most logically sound
which tells me that i should sleep now
cuz there's tuition to come soon. very soon.
even as i type this entry, tuition draws close.
i can feel it now.
it feels like something ppl never really put in words
i dun wan go tuition la
so heng one... one after the other
last times also liddat
im hungry. will pester xide now.
after. i. take. a. short. nap.
and the handful of us are at xide's house
theres was potluck for dinner
at first there was an idiot who volunteered to bring apples
but in the end it turned out to be cookies
not so idiot but stupid nonetheless
i bet they were bought
anw we played games too
i for one played too much dota
its easy to play alot when u win
WIN YES WIN
just a few small losses here and there
not much la
2 to xide, 1 to kevin (with xide), 2 to horny
its a very respectable ratio and i'm proud of it
its 6am and my brains not functioning properly
which means now im at my most logically sound
which tells me that i should sleep now
cuz there's tuition to come soon. very soon.
even as i type this entry, tuition draws close.
i can feel it now.
it feels like something ppl never really put in words
i dun wan go tuition la
so heng one... one after the other
last times also liddat
im hungry. will pester xide now.
after. i. take. a. short. nap.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
template change
tempy change tempy change
tot bloggy was due a set of new clothes
the last i change tempy was 20april05
which, is quite long ago
anw nice not
the drawing not very ideal
but its quite some effort
maybe i'll change it after a while
but for now, it'll stay this way
and its not random scribble k!
tot bloggy was due a set of new clothes
the last i change tempy was 20april05
which, is quite long ago
anw nice not
the drawing not very ideal
but its quite some effort
maybe i'll change it after a while
but for now, it'll stay this way
and its not random scribble k!
Monday, October 30, 2006
khingky barefoot
today i took sora out for a ride
since i havent talked abt sora since dunno when
i believe some of you dunno who sora is
sora's my bike
and yes my bike has a name
so anw i cycled from home to the zoo again
it took 15 mins but i wanted to cycle an hour
so i tot i would cycle for another 15mins then turning back homes
wah 1 hour cycling ah? quite tough right
i tot so oso. so i lowered the gears
then suddenly
...
...
...
(suspenseful silence)
...
...
..zzzz
zz....!
oh yes suddenly
the thingy that changes gears
suddenly came loose and kena the cogs
issit the deraileur? or is deraileur the change ring one
err anw the thingy that changes gears
suddenlys began to spin freely all over my bike
loci bike chain
the it got stuck and the chain slit its wires
basically the whole thing went crazy
so i stops under the flyover and tried to fix it for 40mins
my fingers got all black and sticky from the grease
but to no avail
i just didnt have the bike-tical knowledge to repair it
so i just locked it up
with my proneness to ankle injuries
and the instability of the cycling shoe
which resembles an inverse high heel shoe
i stripped my foot and with my helmet and shoes in hand,
i ran to the 138 bus stop
i had 2 $1 coins in my pocket
but as i ran and my foot rammed against the floor
albeit against a few painful stones,
the runner inside called out
it felt sooooo good
so i ran home
ok la got walk abit some places cannot run one
but it felt soooo good
until my foot started to hurt
so for the first time, i was quite happy to see the mandai crematorium
so much for today
today, i take a lesson from my sister's experience
as the saying goes
kiang tio ho, mai keh kiang
in case some of u tink thats latin or some cheem language
its hokkien
is meaning clever good enough liao, dun act clever
since i havent talked abt sora since dunno when
i believe some of you dunno who sora is
sora's my bike
and yes my bike has a name
so anw i cycled from home to the zoo again
it took 15 mins but i wanted to cycle an hour
so i tot i would cycle for another 15mins then turning back homes
wah 1 hour cycling ah? quite tough right
i tot so oso. so i lowered the gears
then suddenly
...
...
...
(suspenseful silence)
...
...
..zzzz
zz....!
oh yes suddenly
the thingy that changes gears
suddenly came loose and kena the cogs
issit the deraileur? or is deraileur the change ring one
err anw the thingy that changes gears
suddenlys began to spin freely all over my bike
loci bike chain
the it got stuck and the chain slit its wires
basically the whole thing went crazy
so i stops under the flyover and tried to fix it for 40mins
my fingers got all black and sticky from the grease
but to no avail
i just didnt have the bike-tical knowledge to repair it
so i just locked it up
with my proneness to ankle injuries
and the instability of the cycling shoe
which resembles an inverse high heel shoe
i stripped my foot and with my helmet and shoes in hand,
i ran to the 138 bus stop
i had 2 $1 coins in my pocket
but as i ran and my foot rammed against the floor
albeit against a few painful stones,
the runner inside called out
it felt sooooo good
so i ran home
ok la got walk abit some places cannot run one
but it felt soooo good
until my foot started to hurt
so for the first time, i was quite happy to see the mandai crematorium
so much for today
today, i take a lesson from my sister's experience
as the saying goes
kiang tio ho, mai keh kiang
in case some of u tink thats latin or some cheem language
its hokkien
is meaning clever good enough liao, dun act clever
Saturday, October 28, 2006
what is to be done
this entry is entirely dedicated
to reminding myself of school things to do during the holidays
enter soldier and officer
solider: sir!
officer: tok.
soldier: medea and gabbler have gotten away.
officer: fan out and search, put the ee squad on patrol with their dragonlances.
soldier: how about anna and ms julie?
officer: send CASper after them... make sure he stays invisible.
solder: yes sir.
officer: i want them history all over again... re-history...
solider: yes sir, but how about the press.
officer: say nothing. i want them history internally. assess your answers before you give them.
solider: yes sir.
officer: anything else?
soldier: no sir.
officer: very well.
exit officer
soldier ( walkietalkie ) : siddhartha! code purple!
sidd ( walkietalkie ) : pupil?
solider ( walkietalkie ) : purple! the colour purple!
to reminding myself of school things to do during the holidays
enter soldier and officer
solider: sir!
officer: tok.
soldier: medea and gabbler have gotten away.
officer: fan out and search, put the ee squad on patrol with their dragonlances.
soldier: how about anna and ms julie?
officer: send CASper after them... make sure he stays invisible.
solder: yes sir.
officer: i want them history all over again... re-history...
solider: yes sir, but how about the press.
officer: say nothing. i want them history internally. assess your answers before you give them.
solider: yes sir.
officer: anything else?
soldier: no sir.
officer: very well.
exit officer
soldier ( walkietalkie ) : siddhartha! code purple!
sidd ( walkietalkie ) : pupil?
solider ( walkietalkie ) : purple! the colour purple!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
chinese karaoke
on wednesday our sch had the chinese karaoke competition
for the first time, i was involved
i had tried in sec1-3 already and finally this year, i came through
eventually, i gave a sterling retro performance and came 2nd
it's been very special for me and im missing it,
though it lasted only over 3 days
all the rehearsal, the searching for that elusive vcd,
shopping for retro wear and eventually performing
all stood out for me in my life
i remember being so unprepared for the auditions
chionging to library to search and print the lyrics
to a song i just learnt the night before
then i sang it one octave lower for safety
and thereafter worrying over the exam period
i was really happy when i found i qualified
and from there i began serious preparation
my song dated back to the 40s and was damn tough to find
but eventually i came to this shop with this super zai uncle
who remembered every single song in his shop
and pulled out that disk
the song was sung by many ppl and i told myself anyone would do
just as long as i could get to sing it
but when the uncle pulled out the disk it was the singer i wanted
it was perfect
the first rehearsal involved standing on stage to sing
ok that was obvious but i want to have things here clear
so when i read this again everything would be very vivid
anw
singing on the stage was very much easier for some reason
maybe its just me
but for once i could control my vibrato properly
but i was off-beat and needed plenty of practise
rehearsal two was rather similar
still off-beat, but not as serious
then i spent the rest of that day looking for all the retro stuff at bugis
i had from the start a very clear picture of what i wanted to look like
tight, flowered, long sleeved shirt,
gold rimmed, BIG sunglasses
and a pair of leather shoes to go with my black pants
each time i found them, they were perfect and i was really excited
as i pasted them onto my body, i had another vision
and it was also very good
i grabbed my tube of gel and flattened my hair, side parting
then came wednesday
i was scheduled as the last singer, after justin and fuiyi
that meant two things :
i was to come on when ppl were getting restless
i had to sing after the 2 ppl i thought were very good
backstage, i cut a figure of tranquil, confidence and calm
offering support and coolness to the more jumpy ones
but inside, i was an ant on a hot wok
i was very scared
then the event kick started
it was perfect
when they flashed my picture,
they stopped short of showing the song name
it contributed to my element of surprise and well, humour
it was all perfect
then one by one, ppl went out to sing
that did nothing much to me, until fuiyi stepped out
the past 2 days of rehearsal have been a nightmare for her
she was always so afraid and always so on the brink of crying
she couldnt remember her words, nor could she follow the music
even though we assured her that her voice was very nice to hear,
which was true cuz it really gave me this fuzzy wuzzy warm feeling,
she was still apprehensive, timid
but then she stepped out to the unknown
and from her voice it was obvious -
she was being very brave
although i admit i preferred her singing when she was scared,
she showed 100% courage, something the audience could not see
her performance brought again a smile to my face
and my vision began to blur
but maybe that was cuz i wasnt wearing my glasses
but what it did do was calm me down. my confidence grew.
it was my turn. and from walking out retro-styled
to hitting the right notes and the right vibratoes,
it was all so perfect
i was enjoying myself
it was as if i stepped onto the track to race -
i was in my element
and so i sang
in the end though, i lost to justin
some people said i should've won
but i'm not so sure
after all, i always felt justin would win
it was disappointing, but i somehow felt happy, joyful
the thing is,
initially, it was 100% justin
but as i walked off that stage to the cheers of the crowd
knowing that everything had been perfect
i smiled, and said to myself
"i have a chance"
and that was enough for me
for the first time, i was involved
i had tried in sec1-3 already and finally this year, i came through
eventually, i gave a sterling retro performance and came 2nd
it's been very special for me and im missing it,
though it lasted only over 3 days
all the rehearsal, the searching for that elusive vcd,
shopping for retro wear and eventually performing
all stood out for me in my life
i remember being so unprepared for the auditions
chionging to library to search and print the lyrics
to a song i just learnt the night before
then i sang it one octave lower for safety
and thereafter worrying over the exam period
i was really happy when i found i qualified
and from there i began serious preparation
my song dated back to the 40s and was damn tough to find
but eventually i came to this shop with this super zai uncle
who remembered every single song in his shop
and pulled out that disk
the song was sung by many ppl and i told myself anyone would do
just as long as i could get to sing it
but when the uncle pulled out the disk it was the singer i wanted
it was perfect
the first rehearsal involved standing on stage to sing
ok that was obvious but i want to have things here clear
so when i read this again everything would be very vivid
anw
singing on the stage was very much easier for some reason
maybe its just me
but for once i could control my vibrato properly
but i was off-beat and needed plenty of practise
rehearsal two was rather similar
still off-beat, but not as serious
then i spent the rest of that day looking for all the retro stuff at bugis
i had from the start a very clear picture of what i wanted to look like
tight, flowered, long sleeved shirt,
gold rimmed, BIG sunglasses
and a pair of leather shoes to go with my black pants
each time i found them, they were perfect and i was really excited
as i pasted them onto my body, i had another vision
and it was also very good
i grabbed my tube of gel and flattened my hair, side parting
then came wednesday
i was scheduled as the last singer, after justin and fuiyi
that meant two things :
i was to come on when ppl were getting restless
i had to sing after the 2 ppl i thought were very good
backstage, i cut a figure of tranquil, confidence and calm
offering support and coolness to the more jumpy ones
but inside, i was an ant on a hot wok
i was very scared
then the event kick started
it was perfect
when they flashed my picture,
they stopped short of showing the song name
it contributed to my element of surprise and well, humour
it was all perfect
then one by one, ppl went out to sing
that did nothing much to me, until fuiyi stepped out
the past 2 days of rehearsal have been a nightmare for her
she was always so afraid and always so on the brink of crying
she couldnt remember her words, nor could she follow the music
even though we assured her that her voice was very nice to hear,
which was true cuz it really gave me this fuzzy wuzzy warm feeling,
she was still apprehensive, timid
but then she stepped out to the unknown
and from her voice it was obvious -
she was being very brave
although i admit i preferred her singing when she was scared,
she showed 100% courage, something the audience could not see
her performance brought again a smile to my face
and my vision began to blur
but maybe that was cuz i wasnt wearing my glasses
but what it did do was calm me down. my confidence grew.
it was my turn. and from walking out retro-styled
to hitting the right notes and the right vibratoes,
it was all so perfect
i was enjoying myself
it was as if i stepped onto the track to race -
i was in my element
and so i sang
in the end though, i lost to justin
some people said i should've won
but i'm not so sure
after all, i always felt justin would win
it was disappointing, but i somehow felt happy, joyful
the thing is,
initially, it was 100% justin
but as i walked off that stage to the cheers of the crowd
knowing that everything had been perfect
i smiled, and said to myself
"i have a chance"
and that was enough for me
Friday, October 06, 2006
speak good singlish
as i was listen to mrbrown the speech good singrish pack
got stark realisation kena me
acherly is can setting up the singrish class for the foreigner
is got they all want to learn good singrish one like bongard
it will teaches them how not to sounding bad speaching singrish
like bongard
i belief the foreign ppl is sometimes want to integration into singapore
but the ang mor ness is the really the machiam hard to mai chup
so thus therefores it necessary for they to speeching good singrish
"as a matter in fact", is form of service cuz helping those in needing helps one
which meaning not hard to finds the teachers oso cuz can add inside the c.a.s.
i think is really feastabile ones, ist works!
got stark realisation kena me
acherly is can setting up the singrish class for the foreigner
is got they all want to learn good singrish one like bongard
it will teaches them how not to sounding bad speaching singrish
like bongard
i belief the foreign ppl is sometimes want to integration into singapore
but the ang mor ness is the really the machiam hard to mai chup
so thus therefores it necessary for they to speeching good singrish
"as a matter in fact", is form of service cuz helping those in needing helps one
which meaning not hard to finds the teachers oso cuz can add inside the c.a.s.
i think is really feastabile ones, ist works!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
economys
nbccb is now obsolete
move over!
i shall now demonstrate my grasp on the newest funkiest swears
you gnp gdp nnp ni!
expenditure income output you!
ah hah.
there we go.
move over!
i shall now demonstrate my grasp on the newest funkiest swears
you gnp gdp nnp ni!
expenditure income output you!
ah hah.
there we go.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
wallet goose chase
ACT 1 SCENE 1 {set on an 855 bus}
Enter Khing and Qiuting
Khing : Oh woe be me, my purse hath been misplaced
Qiuting : Serious, art thou?
Khing : Serious I be, fair lady. `tis a terrible befalling bestowed
Qiuting : Mayhaps thou might so uncover thine purse in thy shouldered burden?
Khing : Nay, it has been as shadows in daylight. I must taketh my leave and return swiftly. I bid thee farewell.
Qiuting : Alas, thou woe be my woe, thus woe be us both. Let us proceed to unboard thy carriage.
Khing : Then so be it, however thee deems fit.
[exit
ACT 2 SCENE 2
Khing and Qiuting runs towards serene centre
Qiuting : Hurry! May haste save thy purse!
Khing : (aside) Haps that lad at the bus stop hath my purse?
(to lad) Honourable stranger, by fortune, hath thou a purse see?
Lad : Nay. I be alone - man, dead or leather.
Khing : Ay, great thanks to thee, we shall re-embark on our journey.
Qiuting : Where hence thou last mind thine purse?
Khing : Mine thoughts are as the morning mist - all is unclear. No matter, we shall seek further.
Qiuting : Purse, o purse! Where art thou? We seeketh till we reveal, so much i vow!
[exit
ACT 1 SCENE 2 {set: serene centre}
Enter Khing, Marcus and rest of FUEL group (shell)
Khing : Good Marcus! What hath thou found?
Marcus : As much as a fish finds fire in water, i fear.
Khing : Whence could it be?
Marcus : Whence did thou last see?
Khing : Thy purse must be here. Yet it eludeth us all. How much mystery hath been planted into this.
Marcus : `tis grit we must hold now. For all things shall come to pass through Christ strength. Thou shall run with no weariness and no faint in footsteps. Onward, brothers!
Khing : Wait, ho! Thy memories floodeth back! O great fool, come now!
Marcus : Where now cow of brown?
Khing : `tis madness, this thought of mine. Yet mayhaps my purse be as McDonald refuse!
Marcus : What treachery is this? `tis far from sanity! Look, ho, lunar hath risen too mightily!
Khing : Nay! We shall proceed. This unholy grave shall we defile!
Marcus : A madman's wish but none shall i turn away. A favour too much to not risk astray!
[exit
ACT 2 SCENE 1 {set: Serence McDonalds rubbish bin}
Enter Khing, Qiuting, Marcus and rest of SHELL
Felix : Thy repulsive cestpool i shall uncover, there on thou be devoured.
Khing : `tis enough, i offer thee gratitude.
Felix uncovers bin
Khing : My purse i see! Oh great joy be me. Yet melancholy shall reek, as do my purse before me.
[exit
Wallet Goose Chase
-On the 855 yellow bus
Khing : Oei sia la. Wallet boh ke. Must be kah lao somewhere.
Qiuting: Wah jia lat. Liddat how. Is it in your bag?
Khing : No not there. I next stop get off. Bye bye.
Qiuting : I get off wif you la.
Khing : Ok la.
-Running back to serene centre
Qiuting : Faster la later wallet really gone.
Khing : (thinking) wah maybe that guai lan guy sitting at the bus stop kope my wallet
(to guy) aye fren got see wallet here not.
Guy : Err dun haf.
Khing : Orh ok thanks.
Qiuting : You remember where you last saw it not.
Khing : Cannot sia my mind bong cha cha.
-Serene Centre
Khing : Marcus! How?
Marcus : Don't have lei. We search already. Then also got ask the receptionist there.
Khing : Wah lau where could it be.
Marcus : Must be around here somewhere la.
Khing : Oh wait. I think I know where. Maybe i throw with my mcdonald meal.
-McDonald rubbish bin
Felix : Khing i take out the bin for you. After that you own your own ah.
Khing : Can can.
(felix pulls out bin)
Khing : Oh my son. It's here.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
madman's blog
it's here. it's in the room.
it's in the corner. it's right here with me.
the moon illuminates it for me
yet why cant they see it?
but no, it's out there
it's out to get me.
it's an entire nation after me
it's the great empire of the exami
yes... it's the exami nation.
the moonlight is being shrouded by ominous clouds
no... the moon... no...
it was a terrible day.
all day i had spent locked up in that prison
the prison that had cost 11.8million bucks to make
all that money just to lock me in.
no... they can't keep me... no.
everywhere my jail mates walked.
there was no escape...
we were all identified in our jail uniforms
those hideous, gruesome uniforms...
spawned from a warped concept
a concept that had jaws that dripped blood
our blood.. no... leave me alone
i still see it now
the wardens' bloodied jaws gaped maliciously
i see it... i see it...
they claw at us,
with each wound inflicted burdening us yet again
especially now... since the examis are coming
they're coming.
moon oh moon. where art thou?
the lunar be my light.
the lunar be my might.
the examis are coming.
i know.
my in mates know. i can see it in their eyes.
daily they pick up their weapons... prepping for war.
the examis are coming.
the moon is out again.
i must bask in its brilliance again.
moon oh moon.
it's in the corner. it's right here with me.
the moon illuminates it for me
yet why cant they see it?
but no, it's out there
it's out to get me.
it's an entire nation after me
it's the great empire of the exami
yes... it's the exami nation.
the moonlight is being shrouded by ominous clouds
no... the moon... no...
it was a terrible day.
all day i had spent locked up in that prison
the prison that had cost 11.8million bucks to make
all that money just to lock me in.
no... they can't keep me... no.
everywhere my jail mates walked.
there was no escape...
we were all identified in our jail uniforms
those hideous, gruesome uniforms...
spawned from a warped concept
a concept that had jaws that dripped blood
our blood.. no... leave me alone
i still see it now
the wardens' bloodied jaws gaped maliciously
i see it... i see it...
they claw at us,
with each wound inflicted burdening us yet again
especially now... since the examis are coming
they're coming.
moon oh moon. where art thou?
the lunar be my light.
the lunar be my might.
the examis are coming.
i know.
my in mates know. i can see it in their eyes.
daily they pick up their weapons... prepping for war.
the examis are coming.
the moon is out again.
i must bask in its brilliance again.
moon oh moon.
Friday, September 15, 2006
new bag
my trusty old deuter bag i bought at chiangmai in sec3
spoilt just a few days back
the zip got zip like never zip the zip liddat
zip already got hole one
den all my barang barang kah lau from the side all come out
so these few days i use my white deuter bag
dating p5.
it was too small la
for the amount of work i have to bring home
it was buldging awkwardly
and thus today
i made a trip down to bugis street
scouring the crowded maze that shifted as time passed
i covered every inch of bugis street
all the while listening to extremely beng/lian songs
like the hokkien version of lau shu ai da mi
finally i bought my bag
pity they dun produce white backpacks again
but anw
i bought this really really big red bag
and i put my old bag, my plastic bag of wet clothes and my shoes in it
much space there was left
red bag, upsize pls
you could put a desktop comp into the bag sia
i saw myself in some reflection
and i looked like some primary skl kid
lugging this ginormous bag around
acherly
can fit a primary skl kid inside oso...
hmmm
spoilt just a few days back
the zip got zip like never zip the zip liddat
zip already got hole one
den all my barang barang kah lau from the side all come out
so these few days i use my white deuter bag
dating p5.
it was too small la
for the amount of work i have to bring home
it was buldging awkwardly
and thus today
i made a trip down to bugis street
scouring the crowded maze that shifted as time passed
i covered every inch of bugis street
all the while listening to extremely beng/lian songs
like the hokkien version of lau shu ai da mi
finally i bought my bag
pity they dun produce white backpacks again
but anw
i bought this really really big red bag
and i put my old bag, my plastic bag of wet clothes and my shoes in it
much space there was left
red bag, upsize pls
you could put a desktop comp into the bag sia
i saw myself in some reflection
and i looked like some primary skl kid
lugging this ginormous bag around
acherly
can fit a primary skl kid inside oso...
hmmm
Sunday, September 03, 2006
featherless wings
blossomed wings arched in brilliant light
goresome sight of one grand flight
three wings one pair
zero feathers none the nightmare
everything comes at once, nothing can be seen
let me know in advance, anything so keen
withered wings wet with wild wind
pierced petals pruning, pinned
i'm not out of my mind
but there is something that i've yet to find
create, animate and evolve
excavate, advocate and dissolve
what am i missing where have i not gone
when will i be finding just what all went wrong?
goresome sight of one grand flight
three wings one pair
zero feathers none the nightmare
everything comes at once, nothing can be seen
let me know in advance, anything so keen
withered wings wet with wild wind
pierced petals pruning, pinned
i'm not out of my mind
but there is something that i've yet to find
create, animate and evolve
excavate, advocate and dissolve
what am i missing where have i not gone
when will i be finding just what all went wrong?
Friday, September 01, 2006
eyes wide open
the other day i had a very peculiar experience
it was the first time i had slept with my eyes open
i've been able to sleep partially while standing so far
but this was really eye wide open sleep, albeit light
indeed, it was an eye opener
its happen during one economy crass
we were doing market failure i tink
something that had calculations one
oh yes gdp n gnp
wells prior to econs
i had an ultra long his story class
which was ultra sapping
so ultra, man
so anw
i was engaged in a fiercesome battle with the Z monster
zzzzz...
it was mightily imba
zzzzz...
i was getting owned, pawned and whatever u can think of
zzzzz...
yet i stood ok sat in the face of adversity and persevered
zzzzz...
but soon it was gg
zzzzz...
the Z monster had just bought the skadi and had frost attacks
ok la it was the air con but anw it made it very sleep conducive
zzzzz...
and thus i succumbed, though i still refused to close my eyes
there i was, resting my head against the back of my chair
tucked snugly in my jacket
sleeping with eyes wide open
i could see everything, but they didnt register into my mind
the next thing i knew, i saw bernard low walking towards me
but it was still not registering. the register had problems
then he tapped me on the shoulder
and i woke up with a start
now i know... my start button is on my shoulder
so anw i realised he had finished gdp and gnp oreddy
but all i noticed was him walking towards me
was quite cool i guess
about 16 degrees to be precise
someone should calm down the air con
it was the first time i had slept with my eyes open
i've been able to sleep partially while standing so far
but this was really eye wide open sleep, albeit light
indeed, it was an eye opener
its happen during one economy crass
we were doing market failure i tink
something that had calculations one
oh yes gdp n gnp
wells prior to econs
i had an ultra long his story class
which was ultra sapping
so ultra, man
so anw
i was engaged in a fiercesome battle with the Z monster
zzzzz...
it was mightily imba
zzzzz...
i was getting owned, pawned and whatever u can think of
zzzzz...
yet i stood ok sat in the face of adversity and persevered
zzzzz...
but soon it was gg
zzzzz...
the Z monster had just bought the skadi and had frost attacks
ok la it was the air con but anw it made it very sleep conducive
zzzzz...
and thus i succumbed, though i still refused to close my eyes
there i was, resting my head against the back of my chair
tucked snugly in my jacket
sleeping with eyes wide open
i could see everything, but they didnt register into my mind
the next thing i knew, i saw bernard low walking towards me
but it was still not registering. the register had problems
then he tapped me on the shoulder
and i woke up with a start
now i know... my start button is on my shoulder
so anw i realised he had finished gdp and gnp oreddy
but all i noticed was him walking towards me
was quite cool i guess
about 16 degrees to be precise
someone should calm down the air con
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
econs
nbccb...
somebody stole my econs textbook
the verys expensiving economy textbook
as i left for math class
the said economics textbook
was laid on my extremely messy desk
and during that lesson my class was unful
and unlocked
when i returned
someone had performed a disappearing act on it
but had conveniently ran out of mana
to perform it on melvin's ipod
which was lying on his neat and tidy table
which was right beside mine
this brings me to the conclusion that a gep did it
and that the quantity supplied of the book is very low
which is the reason why the price is so freaking high
well since im on the topic of econs
i shall convey some of my thoughts here economically
pls note that all concepts mentioned
are fictional and should not be used to aid one in an examination situation
and that all comments are to be taken with a pinch of salt (or not)
Kenneth Khing
5.7 Ruth
Economics Internal Assessment
Market Structure
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
somebody stole my econs textbook
the verys expensiving economy textbook
as i left for math class
the said economics textbook
was laid on my extremely messy desk
and during that lesson my class was unful
and unlocked
when i returned
someone had performed a disappearing act on it
but had conveniently ran out of mana
to perform it on melvin's ipod
which was lying on his neat and tidy table
which was right beside mine
this brings me to the conclusion that a gep did it
and that the quantity supplied of the book is very low
which is the reason why the price is so freaking high
well since im on the topic of econs
i shall convey some of my thoughts here economically
pls note that all concepts mentioned
are fictional and should not be used to aid one in an examination situation
and that all comments are to be taken with a pinch of salt (or not)
Kenneth Khing
5.7 Ruth
Economics Internal Assessment
Market Structure
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
GIRLS IN ACS(INDEPENDENT)IBWS
In this extract, the firms and their product, as bizzare as this sounds, are the girls and the consumers are the boys, restricted to only within the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) International Baccaulaurette World School.
The market structure of this particular industry is interesting as it is extremely ambiguos. In this essay, I will investigate this market structure and will provide, if any, suggestions to improve this industry.
The firms in this industry are small in sizes (not literally...) and come in relatively small numbers as compared to the amount of consumers. This inevitably means that there is a shortage of supply, which is the quantity of product a firm is willing to supply at any one time. This causes the supply curve to shift to the left as illustrated in the non-existant diagram that i cannot be bothered to draw. However there is not a high increase in price because the demand is highly price inelastic, which is the percentage change of demand due to a percentage change in price, as depicted by the fairly gentle gradient of the demand curve. Simply put, consumers are not willing to pay a very much higher price, which in this case is the willingness of the boys, to aquire these goods. This is due to the fact that there is an abundance of substitutes that can be acquired by consumers elsewhere. Also, the price inelasticity of the demand curve indicates that the goods produced are inferior goods and demand for these goods would fall as income, in this case ability to acquire substitues, of consumers increase. However to some consumers, there are a few dominant firms in the market as well, albeit very subjective.
Secondly, we see that barriers to entry are moderate. It is easy for firms to enter (or become) the industry. Certainly, there is no legal barrier to entry. Advertising is evident in the industry, but judging from the fall in demand, is not informative but rather persuasive and is yielding in fact, negative results. This is a strange phenomenon which sees not brand loyalty but brand hate surfacing in the midst of these advertisings. However the vast amount of capital required to purchase equipment (books), essential packaging (uniform) and government taxes (project 120) is perhaps a form of barrier to entry.
Thirdly, there is near perfect information. Information is spread rapidly across the market, and consumers quickly know when a product is available or not. This information also allows for firms to know what competing firms are doing. However, despite easy access to information, there is still the natural incentive for producers to invest in R&D (Research And Development) such as make up, pads and *ahem* enhancements. There is ability to invest in R&D as well, seeing how most firms are able to afford capital-intensive equipments, essential packagings and governments taxes.
Products shift invarialby and fluctuatingly between homogenous and differentiated. Homogenous because consumers cannot bear to look at many producers, which is emphasized further by the unflattering essential packaging. Products are also differentiated because, as mentioned earlier, there are few dominant firms in the market that produce unique goods. Indeed, even some homogenous producers produce unique goods, though they are often ignored and shunned.
Formal collusion is present in the market in terms of information. The rapid transfer of information between firms that occurs indefinitely allows firms to be aware of demand of the consumers. With this, producers are able to practise price discrimination, which is the disparity in price offered to a consumer under similar circumstances where the product would normally be priced at. Producers are able to raise the price to play hard to get or even lower it if these firms are in desperate need for revenue to recoup losses from their long-standing sub-normal profits. Dominant firms could even engage in 2nd degree price discrimination, which basically is the lowering of prices due to a purchase in bulk.
Therefore as can be seen, this market is not definable by conventional market structures. Instead, it is a market of its own and requires many assumptions to be made to assess this industry and many factors have to be taken technically. And especially technically. Hence, it shall be called technicpoly.
Currently, there are few feasible solutions to technicpoly but one such Welvin Mong has suggested to shape supply by murdering firms. Perhaps one could cause market failure in smaller firms and leave the dominant firms avaiable.
Word Count: TOO LAZY
Sunday, August 13, 2006
on the double
i have finally attained the double
the double ankle sprain
but lady luck and uncle hengness has watched over me
thus i still walk the land
mesmerizing girls with my enchanted good looks
bringing peace wherever i go
and making the world a better place
anw
as xide pointed out
i now have more sprains than birthdays
less birthdays than sprains
i feel my ankles have matured way beyond myself
and thus i will make a concerted effort from now on
to seek advice and help from them whenever the need arises
i will place my ears to my ankle bone during exams
and they shall speak in place of my lips
all hail the wise ankles
i think by the time i reach twenty
i would have sprained the ankle sleeping
i would dream of wrestling in the wwe
and i will be about to deliever my special move -
the crown jewel,
to my arch nemesis, kurt angle
but then he reacts swifty and sweeps at my feet
then grabbing my ankle, he twists it
at this point i would flip in bed
and twist my ankle the wrong way
i think i have no equal in ankle spraining
my time frame to sprain ratio should be a world record
but fear not, i will not despair
i will still continue to bring unrivalled joy into your lives
albeit on crutches
the double ankle sprain
but lady luck and uncle hengness has watched over me
thus i still walk the land
mesmerizing girls with my enchanted good looks
bringing peace wherever i go
and making the world a better place
anw
as xide pointed out
i now have more sprains than birthdays
less birthdays than sprains
i feel my ankles have matured way beyond myself
and thus i will make a concerted effort from now on
to seek advice and help from them whenever the need arises
i will place my ears to my ankle bone during exams
and they shall speak in place of my lips
all hail the wise ankles
i think by the time i reach twenty
i would have sprained the ankle sleeping
i would dream of wrestling in the wwe
and i will be about to deliever my special move -
the crown jewel,
to my arch nemesis, kurt angle
but then he reacts swifty and sweeps at my feet
then grabbing my ankle, he twists it
at this point i would flip in bed
and twist my ankle the wrong way
i think i have no equal in ankle spraining
my time frame to sprain ratio should be a world record
but fear not, i will not despair
i will still continue to bring unrivalled joy into your lives
albeit on crutches
Sunday, August 06, 2006
acsi cross-country
On the 4th of August 2006, Friday, at approximately 3.45pm, the race for the Open category of the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) International Baccalaurette World School Annual Cross-Country Championships commenced.
With a rapid change of pace and switching of fleet feet, Kenneth Khing exploded off the starting line and raced to a great start. Realising that a sustained effort of equal velocity would imbalance and upset the competition, he slowed down to a walk. After many a while, Kevin Ng, huffing and puffing at the sheer pace of Khing, gradually caught up and tried to pull away. At this, Khing cantered into a jog, to keep up with the sprinting Ng.
One kilometer into the race, Khing noticed that his hair was out of place. He jogged over to the pond to have a look at his reflection and unhurriedly sculpted his mane, making sure that every strand of hair was in place. He then proceeded on with the race and caught Ng a good 646.8m within 4 minutes. Bored, Khing proceeded to run circles around the tiring and panting Ng.
"Thud, thud, thud". The sound of shoes pounding upon Mother Earth filled the forest, killing the silence. Then Khing heard another sound. He spun around and began to run backwards. Empty. Ng was the only person in sight, struggling to keep the blistering pace. The sound came again. It sounded like the crunching of bones. From the corner of his eye, Khing spotted the felling of a few thin willow trees. Through the debris, he picked out a monster measuring 7 inches by 6 feet by 6 feet, with 7 inches being the height. It was rummaging through the sparse vegetation, wielding a gleaming parang and hacking away at the greenery for it to pass. It was Victor Tan. On a motorcycle, no less, to match the unequalled speed of Khing. Then Khing was hit by a stark realisation. Ng had bribed Tan to weed out the competition.
Caught by surprise, Tan managed to plant the parang deep into Khing's heavily muscled thighs, but the great centrifugal force conjured up by Khing's fast rotating legs caused the parang to wriggle free and it spun out of control and whistled through the air, towards Tan. It caught Tan between the legs and he began to scream like a girl. Green lipids flowed out from between Tan's legs as he laid on the path, unconsious.
The damage, however, had been done. Khing could not continue the race on his feet. Thus he fell to the ground, and started to roll. But it was not to be. Khing was not accustomed to maneuvering his entire self along the ground. Although he still kept stride with Ng, he eventually fatigued and had to stop. Several long, long moments later, Low Xide and Kenneth Seet caught up. With sheer determination and grit, Khing started to crawl. Shaking off the pain that haunted his legs, he pulled himself forward with his arms, all the while taking up the entire running path with his bulging biceps. Eventually, he ousted Low and Seet to the finish, but it was not enough for gold. Sneakiness had won the day.
With a rapid change of pace and switching of fleet feet, Kenneth Khing exploded off the starting line and raced to a great start. Realising that a sustained effort of equal velocity would imbalance and upset the competition, he slowed down to a walk. After many a while, Kevin Ng, huffing and puffing at the sheer pace of Khing, gradually caught up and tried to pull away. At this, Khing cantered into a jog, to keep up with the sprinting Ng.
One kilometer into the race, Khing noticed that his hair was out of place. He jogged over to the pond to have a look at his reflection and unhurriedly sculpted his mane, making sure that every strand of hair was in place. He then proceeded on with the race and caught Ng a good 646.8m within 4 minutes. Bored, Khing proceeded to run circles around the tiring and panting Ng.
"Thud, thud, thud". The sound of shoes pounding upon Mother Earth filled the forest, killing the silence. Then Khing heard another sound. He spun around and began to run backwards. Empty. Ng was the only person in sight, struggling to keep the blistering pace. The sound came again. It sounded like the crunching of bones. From the corner of his eye, Khing spotted the felling of a few thin willow trees. Through the debris, he picked out a monster measuring 7 inches by 6 feet by 6 feet, with 7 inches being the height. It was rummaging through the sparse vegetation, wielding a gleaming parang and hacking away at the greenery for it to pass. It was Victor Tan. On a motorcycle, no less, to match the unequalled speed of Khing. Then Khing was hit by a stark realisation. Ng had bribed Tan to weed out the competition.
Caught by surprise, Tan managed to plant the parang deep into Khing's heavily muscled thighs, but the great centrifugal force conjured up by Khing's fast rotating legs caused the parang to wriggle free and it spun out of control and whistled through the air, towards Tan. It caught Tan between the legs and he began to scream like a girl. Green lipids flowed out from between Tan's legs as he laid on the path, unconsious.
The damage, however, had been done. Khing could not continue the race on his feet. Thus he fell to the ground, and started to roll. But it was not to be. Khing was not accustomed to maneuvering his entire self along the ground. Although he still kept stride with Ng, he eventually fatigued and had to stop. Several long, long moments later, Low Xide and Kenneth Seet caught up. With sheer determination and grit, Khing started to crawl. Shaking off the pain that haunted his legs, he pulled himself forward with his arms, all the while taking up the entire running path with his bulging biceps. Eventually, he ousted Low and Seet to the finish, but it was not enough for gold. Sneakiness had won the day.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
is liddat one ma
to quote the straits times,
"We do not need to use bombastic words
to speak good standard English"
if my guess is right
the target audience of that sentence
was very likely aimed at those
who dunno what the word bombastic means
why not just use the word "big" instead?
to quote the paper again,
"The principal of Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) says:
'We are constantly seeking more creative methods
to teach our students, and we invite them to express their views,
excercise their initiative and take part in a variety of activities
outside class"
HMMM.
eh. i didnt say anything ah.
i just said HMMM.
i think HMMM shouldnt cause me to be thankful for not being expelled.
HMMM.
HMMMMM...
given a choice
given a voice
given a say
given my way
i would turn the cogs back
i would paint the school black
just so i may
this very day
cause them to see
what happened to me
indifference, apathy
i have learnt as much
care not or rebel
cannot a repel
i toss the sands
i wash my hands
"We do not need to use bombastic words
to speak good standard English"
if my guess is right
the target audience of that sentence
was very likely aimed at those
who dunno what the word bombastic means
why not just use the word "big" instead?
to quote the paper again,
"The principal of Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) says:
'We are constantly seeking more creative methods
to teach our students, and we invite them to express their views,
excercise their initiative and take part in a variety of activities
outside class"
HMMM.
eh. i didnt say anything ah.
i just said HMMM.
i think HMMM shouldnt cause me to be thankful for not being expelled.
HMMM.
HMMMMM...
given a choice
given a voice
given a say
given my way
i would turn the cogs back
i would paint the school black
just so i may
this very day
cause them to see
what happened to me
indifference, apathy
i have learnt as much
care not or rebel
cannot a repel
i toss the sands
i wash my hands
sian
recently a few i know have been infected
by mrbrown's new hit single : sian
the lyrics are really qool
but the music is hypnothysingly sian
quite gd tho.
im gonna be a music junkie
and just post the lyrics here
by mrbrown's new hit single : sian
the lyrics are really qool
but the music is hypnothysingly sian
quite gd tho.
im gonna be a music junkie
and just post the lyrics here
sian-themrbrownshow
i tried to cook, but got burn by frying pan
mrt no "toot toot toot" nearly kena my hand
all the girls that i know, say only see me as friend
nabei lift at my block,just break down again
[chorus]
i wake up in the morning and i dunno who i am
i am sian... sian
i'm not happy i'm not sad, but i sure know what i am
i am sian... sian
i'm just walking down the street, and i dunno what to eat
i am sian... sian
every second every minute every hour everyday im sian
sian... how did i get so sian
got job interview, but got hole in my pants
go see show but the fella infront damn tall can
my pc kena virus and the toilet flush spoil
my brand new handphone kena drop in cooking oil
[chrous]
i...i'm so frus (x4)
sunny in the morning and its rainy in the night
i'm sian...
the weather cannot change and neither can my life
i'm sian...
i am talking to myself cuz there's really no one else
i'm sian...
i may think i have a choice but i really have no voice
i'm sian... how did i get so sian
indeed there is manys a thing to be sians about
what with grades not being fierce enough
sports not being golden enough
money no enough
or even third leg no long enough
there are so much to be sian about
but so long as there is a single zit of fun
in the teenage face of sianness,
there will be pulses, no, pus-es of joy
erupting forth and spreading like wildfire
across all complexion that is sian,
birthing yet more pimples of excitement
so i urgeth thee
to never despair at sianness
for that is tatamount to using
the fashwash of boredom
that will resulteth in a smooth, unvarying face of sian.
for there will always be someone with worse grades
overweight victors
poor xides
and short-legged seets around
who have more a reason to be sian
so remember
for as long as there is a pinch of shit
lying in the rectum of the anti-joy,
there will always be the pleasant fart of fun
that will pervade the ass
and give rise to stinking thrill
like how as long as there is a single fish of pleasure
in the ocean of sianness,
there will always be...
erm. u get the idea.
be happy =)
Sunday, July 23, 2006
IBDP
after many months in the
Anglo-ChineseSchool(Independent)InternationalBaccalauretteWorldSchool
i have come to see the many ugly sides of it
there are already a number of drop outs
some go to poly
some stop studying entirely
and there are many more such cases waiting to happen
there are many like i,
or rather 3
but still alot cuz it takes most of my sch social life
(i is nots a sociallite)
that have half a mind
(no not meanings we is half as crever)
to jump ship to acjc
but cannor
ok not cannot but no ready
i just had to put the cannor there
the way i see it
it has to do with the failure
to recognise that IB is an own-time curriculumn
at least i feel it is
if given insufficient own-time, we wld get owned
pretty badly
what with studying,
reading of extra material (highly recommended by teachers),
CAS, EE
and the more eat energy (jia lat) of all, IAs
on a regular 1640 day,
any one would take up all the time that day
not forgetting also that we all take 6 subjects
and at least one CCA
what happened to emulating the 36point avr IB sch in malaysia?
they have 5 hours sch days and wednesdays totally off
people reading people doing
children work you hear them crying
they cant practice what you preach
still gotta turn the other cheek
father father father help us
give us some guidiance from Above
cuz ppl got me got me questioning
where is the time?
and not to mention
the entire image malfuntion
though calls for a new tie were heard
they were perhaps
juuuussssstttt perhaps
not heard rightly
which resulted in... bleaurgh
length of hair, which has no practical use
is to me, too stringent
and with these two points, i present my argument
if the tie is to be forgiven because looks dun matter
den long hair is just outward and dun matter
but if image matters so much
den get rid of the tie
of course there is so much more i can say
but i'd rather save it for another day
when i can have my way
and proclaim to a wider audience and shout ni nabei
this is not a disgruntled voice
nor an outraged individual
it is a disgruntled, outraged, wildly peeved individual with a timebomb for a voice
Anglo-ChineseSchool(Independent)InternationalBaccalauretteWorldSchool
i have come to see the many ugly sides of it
there are already a number of drop outs
some go to poly
some stop studying entirely
and there are many more such cases waiting to happen
there are many like i,
or rather 3
but still alot cuz it takes most of my sch social life
(i is nots a sociallite)
that have half a mind
(no not meanings we is half as crever)
to jump ship to acjc
but cannor
ok not cannot but no ready
i just had to put the cannor there
the way i see it
it has to do with the failure
to recognise that IB is an own-time curriculumn
at least i feel it is
if given insufficient own-time, we wld get owned
pretty badly
what with studying,
reading of extra material (highly recommended by teachers),
CAS, EE
and the more eat energy (jia lat) of all, IAs
on a regular 1640 day,
any one would take up all the time that day
not forgetting also that we all take 6 subjects
and at least one CCA
what happened to emulating the 36point avr IB sch in malaysia?
they have 5 hours sch days and wednesdays totally off
people reading people doing
children work you hear them crying
they cant practice what you preach
still gotta turn the other cheek
father father father help us
give us some guidiance from Above
cuz ppl got me got me questioning
where is the time?
and not to mention
the entire image malfuntion
though calls for a new tie were heard
they were perhaps
juuuussssstttt perhaps
not heard rightly
which resulted in... bleaurgh
length of hair, which has no practical use
is to me, too stringent
and with these two points, i present my argument
if the tie is to be forgiven because looks dun matter
den long hair is just outward and dun matter
but if image matters so much
den get rid of the tie
of course there is so much more i can say
but i'd rather save it for another day
when i can have my way
and proclaim to a wider audience and shout ni nabei
this is not a disgruntled voice
nor an outraged individual
it is a disgruntled, outraged, wildly peeved individual with a timebomb for a voice
Thursday, July 20, 2006
track nats
yesterday was track&field finals
which is often called track finals
i feel field shld b given due credit
afterall, the recent(and not so recent)championships
have shown that a good field of field athletes
can give victory in overall standings
anw
i lent my talents to the 4x400 team ytd
and my legs were used for the 2nd leg of the race
which happens to be my favourite leg
cuz other schools usually have their slowest leg for 2nd leg
and therefore my leg would be faster than most legs
which was very evident ytd
cuz i had an easy time catching
ok i was doing a fast fast time
but if it wasnt for being 2nd leg
i wouldnt really have caught them i guess
but really it was quite a simple job
in fact
i had so much to think abt instead of the race.
i had this burning urge igniting within me
to say hello to de cruz as i passed him
however i tot that wld make me very guo pei
so i just put more space between us
and left him in my glorious sweat trail
i guess thats friendlier and more amicable
the more significant event today however
was the track dinner
acjc's track dinner
sorry
acjc's track&field's dinner
err no not cuz of the food and stuffs
but potentially the last of gatherings
with the acjc crossers
with the prospect of a leaving batch and coach
and a separate training regime
it could be the last time we came together
ok so we didnt mix much at dinner either
but heck the idea is there
oh btw
cross in 9 months
the bell will ring for he who believes
which is often called track finals
i feel field shld b given due credit
afterall, the recent(and not so recent)championships
have shown that a good field of field athletes
can give victory in overall standings
anw
i lent my talents to the 4x400 team ytd
and my legs were used for the 2nd leg of the race
which happens to be my favourite leg
cuz other schools usually have their slowest leg for 2nd leg
and therefore my leg would be faster than most legs
which was very evident ytd
cuz i had an easy time catching
ok i was doing a fast fast time
but if it wasnt for being 2nd leg
i wouldnt really have caught them i guess
but really it was quite a simple job
in fact
i had so much to think abt instead of the race.
i had this burning urge igniting within me
to say hello to de cruz as i passed him
however i tot that wld make me very guo pei
so i just put more space between us
and left him in my glorious sweat trail
i guess thats friendlier and more amicable
the more significant event today however
was the track dinner
acjc's track dinner
sorry
acjc's track&field's dinner
err no not cuz of the food and stuffs
but potentially the last of gatherings
with the acjc crossers
with the prospect of a leaving batch and coach
and a separate training regime
it could be the last time we came together
ok so we didnt mix much at dinner either
but heck the idea is there
oh btw
cross in 9 months
the bell will ring for he who believes
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
deferment and ankle sprain
somewhere in early june
and thats a big somewhere
because i dunno when
i recieved a letter from the army
go online and tell us you're studying, it said
if u don, ITS THE END
in caps, no less.
ITS THE END
fast forward to today
i havent applied for deferment
which was due 26/6
so what is ITS THE END?
i have to go for army medical check up 2ml
and then shave botak and be part of the nation's defence force
though i may qualify as protector of earth
i dont really want to go NS just yet
i can hear it now...
kenneto is angry
becos he want to disrup
to study diproma in internasserner bakkalawlet
but cannor...
so what did i do about ITS THE END?
i had to call during recess
in essence the call was like
hi i do not want to be in the army yet
and so say we all
postpone the thing
in another separate incident
i was talking to chan chee wei
"so how did u do for your races?"
"uh. 2nd for 800"
"congratulations!..."
"thank you"
then like how an unexpected sentence stuns you unexpectantly
he continued his sentence that stunned me unexpectedly
"...at least you didnt sprain your ankle"
there i stood, hand half out-reached, stunned
memories of that fateful sprain flashed past me
i saw myself there again
crossing the line... raising my finger to heaven in jubilation
taking that infamous tumble as i did
and sprained thy ankle
before raising my finger to heaven again... in half jubilation
"err. i sprained it after i crossed the line"
awkward silence. dead silence. brooding silence.
lulling silence. thinking silence. whatever silence,
this silence of ours.
"err. within boundaries la. sprain after race not so bad"
i have been scarred
this picture, this motion picture no less
will be with me all my life
haunting me in my sleep
shadowing me in my wake
eating at me, slowly, silently
and until i sprain my ankles no longer
i will find no rest...
i will find no rest...
i will find no rest...
its the ends la.
and thats a big somewhere
because i dunno when
i recieved a letter from the army
go online and tell us you're studying, it said
if u don, ITS THE END
in caps, no less.
ITS THE END
fast forward to today
i havent applied for deferment
which was due 26/6
so what is ITS THE END?
i have to go for army medical check up 2ml
and then shave botak and be part of the nation's defence force
though i may qualify as protector of earth
i dont really want to go NS just yet
i can hear it now...
kenneto is angry
becos he want to disrup
to study diproma in internasserner bakkalawlet
but cannor...
so what did i do about ITS THE END?
i had to call during recess
in essence the call was like
hi i do not want to be in the army yet
and so say we all
postpone the thing
in another separate incident
i was talking to chan chee wei
"so how did u do for your races?"
"uh. 2nd for 800"
"congratulations!..."
"thank you"
then like how an unexpected sentence stuns you unexpectantly
he continued his sentence that stunned me unexpectedly
"...at least you didnt sprain your ankle"
there i stood, hand half out-reached, stunned
memories of that fateful sprain flashed past me
i saw myself there again
crossing the line... raising my finger to heaven in jubilation
taking that infamous tumble as i did
and sprained thy ankle
before raising my finger to heaven again... in half jubilation
"err. i sprained it after i crossed the line"
awkward silence. dead silence. brooding silence.
lulling silence. thinking silence. whatever silence,
this silence of ours.
"err. within boundaries la. sprain after race not so bad"
i have been scarred
this picture, this motion picture no less
will be with me all my life
haunting me in my sleep
shadowing me in my wake
eating at me, slowly, silently
and until i sprain my ankles no longer
i will find no rest...
i will find no rest...
i will find no rest...
its the ends la.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
that 800m
a bad race it was a bad race to see
2.09 is good for sec2 or even 3
but not for poor year 5 me
it was a story of wait and run
both saravan and i waited
but we never ran
cuz no one came to lead the pack
so the race just came down to the last 100m
where he had a 2 second head start
but it was just another race
just another track race
until of course, i crossed the finish
i broke past the white line
and i raised my hand to God
your glory oh father was what i said
"well done my child
now here's an ankle sprain"
in that state of worship
my spike nails chipped the rubbery track
and the right ankle twisted with spectacular finesse
qik qak
ankle sprains
but not to be deterred
i raised my hand again
or as seet put it to xide through the phone,
"oh khing got 2nd for his 800"
"after he crossed the line he raised his hand in jubilation"
"..."
"then he tripped and sprained his ankle"
kenneto is angry
because, he wan to disrup
to study scorership in sprain ankle
but cannor...
2.09 is good for sec2 or even 3
but not for poor year 5 me
it was a story of wait and run
both saravan and i waited
but we never ran
cuz no one came to lead the pack
so the race just came down to the last 100m
where he had a 2 second head start
but it was just another race
just another track race
until of course, i crossed the finish
i broke past the white line
and i raised my hand to God
your glory oh father was what i said
"well done my child
now here's an ankle sprain"
in that state of worship
my spike nails chipped the rubbery track
and the right ankle twisted with spectacular finesse
qik qak
ankle sprains
but not to be deterred
i raised my hand again
or as seet put it to xide through the phone,
"oh khing got 2nd for his 800"
"after he crossed the line he raised his hand in jubilation"
"..."
"then he tripped and sprained his ankle"
kenneto is angry
because, he wan to disrup
to study scorership in sprain ankle
but cannor...
that 800m
a bad race it was a bad race to see
2.09 is good for sec2 or even 3
but not for poor year 5 me
it was a story of wait and run
both saravan and i waited
but we never ran
cuz no one came to lead the pack
so the race just came down to the last 100m
where he had a 2 second head start
but it was just another race
just another track race
until of course, i crossed the finish
i broke past the white line
and i raised my hand to God
your glory oh father was what i said
"well done my child
now here's an ankle sprain"
in that state of worship
my spike nails chipped the rubbery track
and the right ankle twisted with spectacular finesse
qik qak
ankle sprains
but not to be deterred
i raised my hand again
or as seet put it to xide through the phone,
"oh khing got 2nd for his 800"
"after he crossed the line he raised his hand in jubilation"
"..."
"then he tripped and sprained his ankle"
kenneto is angry
because, he wan to disrup
to study scorership in sprain ankle
but cannor...
2.09 is good for sec2 or even 3
but not for poor year 5 me
it was a story of wait and run
both saravan and i waited
but we never ran
cuz no one came to lead the pack
so the race just came down to the last 100m
where he had a 2 second head start
but it was just another race
just another track race
until of course, i crossed the finish
i broke past the white line
and i raised my hand to God
your glory oh father was what i said
"well done my child
now here's an ankle sprain"
in that state of worship
my spike nails chipped the rubbery track
and the right ankle twisted with spectacular finesse
qik qak
ankle sprains
but not to be deterred
i raised my hand again
or as seet put it to xide through the phone,
"oh khing got 2nd for his 800"
"after he crossed the line he raised his hand in jubilation"
"..."
"then he tripped and sprained his ankle"
kenneto is angry
because, he wan to disrup
to study scorership in sprain ankle
but cannor...
Monday, July 10, 2006
dear blogger
Dear Master,
It's been 3 long years since we started off and we've never looked back since. I can still vividly remember all the times we've had and all your life you shared. Be it the jokes, the times or even the rants - they're all so precious to me. Your impeccable blogging style and marvelous sense of humour have helped matters much, too. I beam with joy whenever you blog on me. It is as a masterstroke of paint on an empty canvas that just brings out the life in the work. It is no wonder that people regard this blog so highly and yes, the readers have been growing. Having said that, perhaps it would be good to work on the packaging, no? I mean, you've made me get noticed and the fact stands that more people turn up to read me. How about it? I haven't had my clothes changed in a while and they're wet and dirty with all the clicking and scrolling. Please?
-Your Blog
It's been 3 long years since we started off and we've never looked back since. I can still vividly remember all the times we've had and all your life you shared. Be it the jokes, the times or even the rants - they're all so precious to me. Your impeccable blogging style and marvelous sense of humour have helped matters much, too. I beam with joy whenever you blog on me. It is as a masterstroke of paint on an empty canvas that just brings out the life in the work. It is no wonder that people regard this blog so highly and yes, the readers have been growing. Having said that, perhaps it would be good to work on the packaging, no? I mean, you've made me get noticed and the fact stands that more people turn up to read me. How about it? I haven't had my clothes changed in a while and they're wet and dirty with all the clicking and scrolling. Please?
-Your Blog
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
beckoning
one valiant cry. a single soul.
one of passion. one gaping hole.
a black hole an empty void
unfulfilling everlasting
on my red do avoid
the general a-mending
i can what i am
i am whenever when
i am my only man
so take the reins but i will reign
out of view and out of range
till the moment when gushes of pain
engulf will i exchange
it is something i will defend
the day will come my dearest friend
when i will eye you for one second
and say sorry but it's the end
one of passion. one gaping hole.
a black hole an empty void
unfulfilling everlasting
on my red do avoid
the general a-mending
i can what i am
i am whenever when
i am my only man
so take the reins but i will reign
out of view and out of range
till the moment when gushes of pain
engulf will i exchange
it is something i will defend
the day will come my dearest friend
when i will eye you for one second
and say sorry but it's the end
Monday, June 26, 2006
gone
the kevin picture has been removed prematurely
this is due to a ruptured disk which fragmented into the spinal collumn of kenneth khing due to a violent outrage by kevin ng. further death threats from the ever nice nice has forced the secretary to do the unimaginable - remove the photo. kevin ng has described the photo as an outrage of modesty which has impaired his ability to speak or even look or get looked at by people. it is a serious case of mental illness known as the oh-my-blue-son-thats-me-pia. victims of this deadly disease will cease to be fertile and will display uncharacteristic bursts of anger, yet looking calm at the same time. the effect of kevin ng's actions however has not come to being fully blown yet because he is lagging and has yet to react.
we regret any inconvenience caused to anyone other than kevin ng.
this is due to a ruptured disk which fragmented into the spinal collumn of kenneth khing due to a violent outrage by kevin ng. further death threats from the ever nice nice has forced the secretary to do the unimaginable - remove the photo. kevin ng has described the photo as an outrage of modesty which has impaired his ability to speak or even look or get looked at by people. it is a serious case of mental illness known as the oh-my-blue-son-thats-me-pia. victims of this deadly disease will cease to be fertile and will display uncharacteristic bursts of anger, yet looking calm at the same time. the effect of kevin ng's actions however has not come to being fully blown yet because he is lagging and has yet to react.
we regret any inconvenience caused to anyone other than kevin ng.
so nice
for those who still do not know
what the upheaval at the tagboard is abt
go to the cross blog
which is marked 'acx' on the right
haha kevin is going to kill me for this
but yes a picture of 14 year old nice is there
im supposed to take it down after a week
so EVERYBODY GO THERE BEFORE I TAKE IT DOWN
it was taken during nats 2003
and as can be seen from the picture
nice was saying HI to the camera
but to this date he denies it
claiming he was trying to block the cam
during nats? concentrate man kevin
whatever
the picture is the hottest craze
since the simon bongard cross country video
dated april 2003
u will notice that kevin hasnt changed much
the hair is still puffy wuffy
but there kevin is shorter than me
a far cry from the towering 178cm goondu storming abt now
and there is utterly no sign of armpit hair
i repeat : ZERO ARMPIT HAIR
haha its the end for me
kevin ng will roast me
but that would mean no one to take the pic down
so either way things wun go his way
its the end la nice
what the upheaval at the tagboard is abt
go to the cross blog
which is marked 'acx' on the right
haha kevin is going to kill me for this
but yes a picture of 14 year old nice is there
im supposed to take it down after a week
so EVERYBODY GO THERE BEFORE I TAKE IT DOWN
it was taken during nats 2003
and as can be seen from the picture
nice was saying HI to the camera
but to this date he denies it
claiming he was trying to block the cam
during nats? concentrate man kevin
whatever
the picture is the hottest craze
since the simon bongard cross country video
dated april 2003
u will notice that kevin hasnt changed much
the hair is still puffy wuffy
but there kevin is shorter than me
a far cry from the towering 178cm goondu storming abt now
and there is utterly no sign of armpit hair
i repeat : ZERO ARMPIT HAIR
haha its the end for me
kevin ng will roast me
but that would mean no one to take the pic down
so either way things wun go his way
its the end la nice
Friday, June 23, 2006
where will you be?
victor wants to be a chef
xide doesnt know what he wants to be
and kevin haha might continue family business
drive magic school bus
where will i want to be?
i want to create.
no not baby making.
i mean like works, art,
or more so, talent.
perhaps a teacher
but what i really want to be
is to be a coach
haha we can work together right
i coach the kids
kevin drives them to the restraunt
and victor cooks up some super nutritious meal
and xide... takes the orders or something
but my mom doesnt want me to be a coach
i am to study as well as i can
be a professional
hopefully hold a government job
or be the government itself
so she will have extra layers of face.
i can see it now:
'khing of parliament'
but i dont want
it's tiring being king of everything
king of looks
king of character
king of speed
king of humility
but of course
my moms face is way way more important
and even though i feel im not born to study
my mom thinks so because fortune telling says so
well i guess that is more reliable than what i feel, no?
im meant to be a scholar
i mean, u cant be successful without papers right?
my mom never passed Os
and shes only earning over 10k a month
could have been so so so much more
she could have bought bungalows
and then sell to karang guni for fun what
but dont get me wrong
i love my mom
but i hate some things she does
i dun use hate often
so the effect is there when i do
but its the deed. not the person.
i know she wants what is important for me
but what about things that are important to me?
have they no bearing at all?
i feel im living my life in her dreams
dun wan lei
sibei jia lat
xide doesnt know what he wants to be
and kevin haha might continue family business
drive magic school bus
where will i want to be?
i want to create.
no not baby making.
i mean like works, art,
or more so, talent.
perhaps a teacher
but what i really want to be
is to be a coach
haha we can work together right
i coach the kids
kevin drives them to the restraunt
and victor cooks up some super nutritious meal
and xide... takes the orders or something
but my mom doesnt want me to be a coach
i am to study as well as i can
be a professional
hopefully hold a government job
or be the government itself
so she will have extra layers of face.
i can see it now:
'khing of parliament'
but i dont want
it's tiring being king of everything
king of looks
king of character
king of speed
king of humility
but of course
my moms face is way way more important
and even though i feel im not born to study
my mom thinks so because fortune telling says so
well i guess that is more reliable than what i feel, no?
im meant to be a scholar
i mean, u cant be successful without papers right?
my mom never passed Os
and shes only earning over 10k a month
could have been so so so much more
she could have bought bungalows
and then sell to karang guni for fun what
but dont get me wrong
i love my mom
but i hate some things she does
i dun use hate often
so the effect is there when i do
but its the deed. not the person.
i know she wants what is important for me
but what about things that are important to me?
have they no bearing at all?
i feel im living my life in her dreams
dun wan lei
sibei jia lat
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
i move my legs
my wings have spread
none i spared
grace in my step
in all i dared
this pinnacle that i have reached
a fortress that could not be breached
my reign was tall
my era stitched
then there began my fall
a crippled mind, one wretched wreck
i did stand tall
yet i was to crack
but wait along you will come to see
a champion i am, a champion to be
for if it is meant to be
it is up to me
i blogged
the fact is i did blog
i just didnt want to post it
content wasnt good enough
i find this occuring more frequently
as in blog blog blog
look at the thing and den log off
have to keep up high standards you see
much is expected from one such as i
but it really is hard to keep
thus the fall in number of posts recently
as i've said beforeim becoming more and more conscious
of what ppl think of me
budden think think bit bit more
sometimes oso not so
sometimes is really dun wan face one
so when am i who?
who am i when?
who am i where?
and how am i who?
its been a bad post
but this time
im posting this
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