Greenish-black.

Back to Blog! :D

2011-05-20T04:02:00.000-07:00

Hey guys, guess what? I was just thinking about the things I have been doing in my life!! Ever since year 1 ended, my life went from days of endless boredom to days of excruciating suffocation due to the towering sheets of chores I have to do. Responsibility become a huge part of my life now. I have recently ascended to the position of a president in NYP's choir, Voice Ensemble( Even though I clearly wrote down under the column of desired position as 'anything but president'). I was sort of unwilling at first, I doubted myself. I still do, but not so much anymore... this is something God has given to me, a way of him saying that I should start evangelising in VE now and he has presented to me the most favorable/influential position!

So, with the passion of singing and the annointing of god, I decided to push on in VE. When clubcrawl came, I was so tempted to go around looking at other CCA booths and wanting to join some other CCAs. But to me, I felt restricted. I also felt that it is wrong to join some other CCA. How can a president of a CCA be a member of another? Ridiculous. How will I be able to hold up the name of VE then? Definately impossible.

So I started to wonder a lot, how will VE be under my rule? Sometimes I just wish that someone will just stand up and tell me that I suck as a president and that they can do so much better with handling VE and I will gladly give them my post. Its so hard to be a president, when there are just some kind of people you dislike but you have to like them so that they would stay and ensure the survivability of the club. As much as trying not to offend people so much, I also have to ensure that they cant do whatever they feel like doing that will tarnish the club.

There are so many things I want to write but the environment around me now is so noisy that I cant think anymore. -.-. I will continue when the time and place allows me so.

Les Voix '11.

2011-03-17T19:01:00.000-07:00

Today is a big day and my voice status is not anywhere good at all; I have been practicing songs every day from 4 to 10! All was good until I woke up today and something hit me in the head. Hard. After this concert, the seniors, all of them, will graduate! Its like saying that more than half of the people on stage will disappear after this performance! Voice ensemble will never be the same as before again! This is why sometimes I hope that we will have more time, that the concert is still months away and we are busy preparing...everything just moves so fast that I lost track of time...

There is this violent twirl of emotions, whirling around inside me, which I always have when I had huge performances...honestly saying, up until now, I still cannot distinguish them, all I know that it is neither positive nor negative. I dont know if all these emotions are going to burst out later on during the performance, but I really hope that I dont- history has told me otherwise, but this time I will be stronger.

I dont know where this post will lead me for I have been relentlessly pouring out my feelings, but I know that there is something I really want which I will never get: for time to stop. This is the most surreal period for me, sometimes I really do wonder if I am that slow, to only think of this kind of things on the BIG day itself. Sometimes I hope that I'd never realize at all so I would stop dreading, stop counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds and just continue being ignorant at this very day...

P.S. I HATE MOVING ON!

New year resolution?

2011-01-03T11:20:00.000-08:00

From young, every new year, people around me will ask me what my resolution for the year is. I'd just shake my head and shrugg my shoulders, telling them that I will just take things on a day by day basis. They would then envy me, or at least some would, telling me that I am content with my current life- that's why I dont have a resolution. I will then, basking full with pride, think about the compliment and see how it is seen in my life and nod to myself with a grin on my face.

It is only now that I realized that they were wrong, and that my pride was of nothing. It is not that I am content with my life, it is just that I dont care. But then, why do I not care? I distinctively remember that, in the past, I do care for the things regarding me, like, EVERYTHING, like, super duper care, 1000000% care. My level to care, I feel, have regressed over the period of time, so much so that the amount doesnt seem to mean of any significance. Well, I still have things close to me which I do care, but most of the other stuffs, nah.

And so, I have decided that, I should have a resolution, to have something to work for and look forward to, in this year.

1) Slim down
2) Patch up all the weird relationships
3) Get to know god more
4) Enjoy life

Hehe, weird incident.

2010-11-16T08:22:00.001-08:00

So I was ravaging my plate of dinner as fast as I could in hopes of more internet time with friends. I didnt realized that there were bones in the meat served, so I just gulped it down without care. The next thing I knew, it was so huge that as it went down my esophagus, I could feel the muscles contracting, relaxing as they attempt to push the solid, unprocessed food down. Obviously, it was too much work for them and they decided to leave it halfway down my throat.

This is the first time such incident happen to me, or anyone I know of, but oddly, I appeared to be very calm then. I decided to continue with my dinner hastily, thinking that the food would push that bone down along with it, but I was wrong. It remained stuck even when the last drop of rice went to my stomach.

It was then when my brain decided to raise the alarm and I went into full self-concious mode. I gulped down a few bottles of water, trying to ignore the pain from time to time, but it didnt work. Then I thought of the gag relex, I was so close to making myself vomit, then I decided to stop myself. "So disgusting, I will think of another way"

So I ran out of my house with my wallet and went to the nearest supermarket and bought a huge bottle of cola( 1.5) From what I have heard, coke is very acidic, so I was hoping that consuming that body-harming drink will dissolve the rough edges of the bone and it will move down my esophagus smoothly. Now that I think about it, it is stupid.

Anyway, because I had just finished my dinner and had a few bottles of water in my stomach already, as I gulped the coke, it became nauseasly unbearable, I thought I would just want to vomit everything out. Of course, that thought disgusted me so I just sat down and wait until my body adapts to the new internal environment I have happily introduced to it. I burped quite a lot of times, and after awhile, I walked home

When I got home, I tried to sing, and obviously, I could not do it. So I complaint on facebook, then I began to make a realization and began to experiment with my voice. It was then I realized that I have been singing wrongly all this while, but that wasnt my concern. So I kind of complaint it on facebook, and many people commented and advised. In the end, I followed one of theirs, and it went away.

Turns out that, you just need to swallow a BALL of rice, dont masticate, just swallow them in, it will push the bone down all the way. I guess the fault I had was that, I eat until the rice became small small piece, so it sort of just pass through the gap. Heh.

Poriah Carrey Hengerwood :PPPP

Haha

2010-10-22T06:47:00.000-07:00

Honestly, I have forgotten about this blog ever since the last post and only managing to remember it today because I had a nice conversation with a good friend, Rafidah. School is still tolerable, no matter if I am hanging out with my clique from last sem or not. It shows to me that we can all adapt to our environment (MY FOOT). If I really can, I would have sticked to the same happenings in my past sem life, but I didnt. I geared myself away, away from the person I feel so much distaste to. I have tried sticking around, but it just didnt work. I might be burning bridges, but that would be my lesson learned.

As I push myself into other social circles, I realized many things. I started to see and know little details of my class I have never noticed before. One of them being that our class is tearing apart and forming new allies (guilty me). I also found out that, maybe the resocialization is a good thing after all. Well, it will be awkward if I want to find myself back into that very spot again, but at least, I am finally given choices. I can be with people whom I feel that its okay to be myself. I might not look like it, but sometimes, I am putting up facades and it is suffocating me.

Why do I have to smile just to adhere to the situation? I know I did it to maintain relationships, but that's what I thought. In the end, I am the only one hurting. How is it healthy? Why should I be the only one? When I pursue a relationship, I commit. So I am guessing if I find it not worth my time, I throw away my commitments.

Oh ya, there is a singing competition coming up in NYP, where the winners get to sing in front for the open house. It will be freakin' cool. I'd hope that we get into the finals, and not win though. It will be too embarassing. Of course, since this is my first time joining a competition, "I was petrified~". So I have decided to sing a duet with a friend, asyikin. I have never hear her sing before (until recently, when we went kbox), I was taking my chances. I am guessing, it is all about the fun, not the winning. Actually, I am willing to do a duet with anyone in my class, except for one. ____________. Opps.

Sleepover at Blue Ginger

2010-10-10T11:00:00.000-07:00

It is my first time since forever to sleep somewhere not at my house. I have to say, it was quite a bit of a experience especially when it was filled with fun people. We sang, we played, we did lots of things together. I guess, its my first official memory with BG.

I especially love the truth or dare game. Since I am too young, they were not so hard on me. However, on the other hand, my colleague, Randy, had it tough. Being born as a male and have been living on this planet for 22years( and still counting), he was forced to do many things which are like, OMG. It just brings the truth or dare game into another level, one that I have never expected much. Anyway, it was so serious that they have my eyes covered from time to time. Hehe.

Romance is ALWAYS in the air. No matter where I go, there are always people loving people. I guess that it is just human nature, instinct. Only that I dont have it. Geez.

I found out that singers are everywhere, it is not just people who join choir. It doesnt have to be, as long as one love to sing, and is willing to sing out loud, anyone is a singer. Also, not being in choir doesnt mean that your bad, just that you dont enjoy harmony as much. So many things I have learn. I cant wait for another BG visit, another BG sleepover!!

Chap 2

2010-10-08T18:34:00.000-07:00

Well, I am not really sure what is going on now, history seems to love repeating itself. The cold war. Somehow or rather, I would like to believe that it is for the best, but there would always have a slight tug somewhere when I look at the person. Maybe that was for the best afterall. I shouldnt want to over-rely on someone right? I should learn to be dependant, I should go out more. Sides, no attempts from the other side to savage the situation, its pretty obvious how un-important I am seen to be. In the end, I am just someone to hang out with. Nevertheless, I will let that slide, for I know myself, I dont deserve much.

Seriously, now that I think about it. Relationship is just like a vase, the stronger one is, the bigger it becomes and that trying to glue back the vase when it breaks is as good as a mission to not sing forever. Another way to see it is that, both parties of a relationship each have a hand that holds the vase, like I said, strong relationship means bigger vase. So the stronger it becomes, the heavier the vase, it will need hands of both the party to sustain it in the air. If one decides that he cant be bothered anymore, the vase dropps.

There are many circumstances where one have to hold the vase tighter, to show to the other one how much he want to vase to never break. Even when the other one releases, he will try to sustain with his strength as much as possible. Sadly, it has never happen to me before, this scenario. People seem to just let it drop when I drop. So be it then, drop.

Part time job.

2010-09-23T18:33:00.000-07:00

It was pure luck. I was desperate for job, so I went online and searched. The first website I saw was from gumtree, I vaguely remember its name from a friend while working at the serangoon-putting-on-gowns job. I clicked in. Then I saw this advert about being a waiter/tress at a restaurant at tanjong pajar, the pay is $6/7. I was okay with it, so I called the restaurant up, they immediately tell me to work for night shift. Wow.

So here I am, a waiter at Blue GInger, a restaurant which sells panarakan/indonesian food. When I was given the plate to serve, my mouth started to drool. The smell was heavenly, I almost felt like stealing one piece of the food and plop it into my mouth. However, sadly, being Poh Heng, I resisted the urge. I sort of made up my mind to have a meal of my own there someday. That mindset was crushed when I handled my first receipt. The minimum price is about $50! The highest I saw was $130. It is so expensive. I could only afford a meal there if I work the whole day. Aww man.

If lady luck smiles at us, I could stay through the entire night, I might be able to eat the "leftovers"! Worry not, it is not dirty for a spoon is put into every dish and the consumers are sophisticated enough to use it. Heh. Life rocks.

The best part of being a waiter is to give menu and take orders. I love taking orders. Though I only did it once. Still, it was absolutely amazing. The feeling I got for doing one well, the whole world lit up. Ya, whatever. I will update this soon again, its time for me to go to my working place!

Adieus! :DD

Singing.

2010-09-22T08:34:00.001-07:00

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Singing.

2010-09-22T08:34:00.000-07:00

Ugly Betty & DHT

2010-09-13T12:00:00.001-07:00

ITs been fun, watching ugly betty from season 1 to 4 in a week. I cant imagine how much she has been through, you know, to be what she is now. I do hope that I will be like her. Working hard, being such a nice friend( though she bosses them around a lot), and ultimately being successful in what she like to do, enjoying every single day of her life.

At the very end, when she said her goodbyes, it teared me up. I wont be able to do that, I know I wont, its too saddening. But she did that, she moved on, chasing after what she really like. I want to be like her, she has always been working towards her goal, I dont even have one to start off with.

This course I am studying now, DHT( dental hygiene and therapy), I could see how it works out now. It would be quite a life, dealing with saliva, blood but I am fine with it. Just like how the therapist said, we will get used to it eventually. So its not too bad. The main job scope of being a therapist is to treat patients who are young, so I am assured to not see the worst dental cases. And also, being a leftie/rightie, doesnt matter. The dental chairs still work, I am smart, I can improvise. The only thing left, standing in the way, is me, being a male and me, not having the passion. I wonder if I want to do something like that in the future, but I am afraid, if I left now, I would regret.

I want to be like Betty, pursuing her passion since day 1. WOrking up the ladder, inspiring people, making things work. I want to be that. I dont know if I have to courage to, I will see. Its really a nice show, I do hope that others would watch it. And oh, watching that show really brings out the bitch in me. I did not just totally said that. Toodles.

The end.

2010-09-13T10:02:00.000-07:00

I guess this is the end of this remarkly long relationship. Looks like I wasnt wrong, we are so gonna split up some other day. Fate plays a lot of trick on people, dont they? Nothing in common, yet it lasted for 6months.

Last week, the way you acted, showed me what you think of me and I guessed it was not what I wanted. It may seen to be trivial; it does to a lot of people, Just like that only what\, but it meant a lot to me. I just dont like being taken for granted & being wrongly accused of. 6months have been a long time, you know. I dont think sorries work for me, my personality doesnt accept it. It happened, I never went back looking.

I am born to be hard on people, that's just what I am. I am also born to make only a few friends out of the many. Add them up, you will get a person who is super hard on his good friends because their opinion matters. Of course, very little understands. He is just a petty. Oh wait, I am stubborn too. That, I'll admit.

I wont deny that I have any fun times, because I had. Always do, that's why I sticked around. Just that sometimes, it gets annoying, really annoying. I'd let it slide, once, twice, thrice, there's always a limit before I snapped. I guess it happened, or I wont be writing this post. Some of you might already be asking by now, why not just tell the person what he is doing wrong so that he can change. The thing is, I dont want him to change for me. I want the person to stay as he is, before he met me. I want to be friends because of who they are, not some new fake trait because I bossed around. It isnt the person anymore. It doesnt feel right.

Well, good for you, your not the first one. I ended a lot of relationships this way, around 3~5? Doesnt matter, its the end. Thank you for being with me all this while, it helps. Really, thank you.

Insensitive ah-hem.

2010-09-10T09:09:00.001-07:00

I cannot believe it. I felt like I got tricked into going out with a bunch of people I dont know, and definately not a part of, and made me feel very left out INTENTIONALLY. I was so pissed. Really pissed. Next time when you want to call me out, please made sure that I wasnt the odd one, thank you. I was really tempted to walk out on you then, when I realized that you invited someone last minute, without really asking me. Not that I am important at all since it happened.

I got even more pissed when you assumed that I wanted to continue on with the facade and join you guys for another game. You didnt ask me, you openly discussed with your friends and did not tell me anything until the time for you guys to go. And then you ask me for the reason why I dont want to go. Isnt it obvious? What do you think I am? Some kind of person who is at your back and call? Please. Why are you so insensitive to feelings?

I may be petty here, but definately you have not felt what I felt today. You know, whenever I go out with you, I am tempted to call my group of friends, but I did not want you to feel left out and that's why, I didnt call them. But obviously, you dont. You dont think about how I feel, you just go along with what you want. Well, whatever. Next time it happens again, dont expect me no not touch my phone. It is impossible. Oh wait, I dont think there will be a next time. Adieus, darling.

First attachment.

2010-09-09T07:09:00.000-07:00

Just when I am cosily settling into my holiday mood...Sheldon called me and asked me about attachment. I freaked out. Its happening in 3 more days- how can I not?! I went online and "readied" myself for the attachment stuffs, I was looking through the list of who-is-going-which-primary-school thingy, and I found out that I am going to unity primary school. "YAY"! It sounded near, choa chu kang cresant. You know, CCK. After I went online and google, I got turned off. The travelling time is more than half an hour!! Its soo far! Imagine me travel to and fro? 1hour gone.

IT was until I talked to a formal unity pri student( emil) that I found better routes. Either take lrt to CCK, then 302. Or take mrt to Yew Tee and walk down. Thanks a lot btw, hon!

But nevertheless, I got hyped up. I dont even know why. Actually, I do. I had this vision of having fun, chatting with the very nice dental personal, and perhaps singing. Ya, why not? Its okay to dream, it relaxes and prepares you. The only thing that suck, among other stupid things is that we dont get paid. It matters a lot. Geez.

Oh, there is this one scary thing that happened to me. I am having dilemmia about being a dental therapist/hygienist. I do hope that my future is not constricted. I mean, my fingers arent exactly capable of producing results, that I know for sure. I always feel inferior in that point, sometimes I wonder if it is just me. But no, the result shows. what's more is that, this job is sexist. AGAINST MALES. And oh wait, I am a left hander. The chairs are made for right-handers. So what am I doing here? To summarize, I do not fit in this course. AND I am feeling just that.

For now, I think I will just give it a go until the end of this upcoming attachment. Where I will( or hope to) realize what I want to really do in the future. Dentist who I will observe, prepare to get screwed with my questions.

Personal stuffs?

2010-09-07T19:09:00.000-07:00

Relationship is a thing that lasts as long as both parties commit right? I feel exactly that way. So when I really commit into a relationship and I dont get it back as much as I put it in, should I just let go? Some might say no. But to me, it is a yes. Why? It just shows that the person dont see me the same way I see him and that is sad. I am not the one who makes long-lasting friendship with everybody, my brain kind of chooses the person. I am not saying that the person should be honoured or something, just tell me nicely, and I will backoff. Just dont expect me to look back, I am not the type of person.

Weather is very good to me today- running cats and dogs right before I try to step out of my house. Who knows what will happen later? I am meeting darrel later at 10:30 at cck. It is 10:16 now and I am not shutting down this laptop. I might be late but I dont feel like going out in this stupid weather. The family upstairs, tone down a bit will you? People down here are suffering! Okay, that is like the lamest thing I have ever said. If you dont get it, your my new best friend.

Currently, its 10:19 now. Any minute now, the clock with strike 20. And it strikes when I write "stri". Oh well, that's the end of this weird post, any later and darrel will murder me with his brain. Adieus people! :DDD

Glee

2010-09-06T09:08:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know, glee is so yesterday. Second season is coming up in a weeks time. But I just have to say it, I dont like finn at all. Firstly, he dont have the unique voice to be a lead singer. I mean, just look at the others. Mercedes, Lea, Kurt, Artie and Vocal adrenaline lead singer what-his-name. Obvious much? Next, he doesnt even look sporty at all. I mean, he is suppose to be the team captain..but he looks big instead of musculine. If you would compare him with puck, please. I dont even want to comment about his dance.

I am soo loving Mercedes and Kurt's voice. I used adore Lea too, but it gets annoying after hearing her belting out every single possible high note she has. Need I say Mercedes? Black Woman with their energies and their powerful voices( No offense)! I totally love it! Kurt's sop notes, just drives me on. I mean, if he could sing that high and sound nice, I am sure I can too!

If I have to rank them...
1st- Mercedes
2nd- Kurt
3rd- Lea
4th- Vocal Adrenaline whats-his-name/ April
5th- Artie/ Cheerleaders( the 3 girls)
6th- The rest
7th- Finn.

Part time job- putting on graduation gowns

2010-08-28T05:09:00.000-07:00

Well...ever since the job, I have been called talkative. Its not my fault right? I mean, its human nature for people to be curious. Yea, sure, whatever, curiousity kills the cat. I am still alive, so, heh. Okay, maybe I may be asking too many side-track questions, but that is to allow both me and my "customer" to relax. It isnt very comforting to have needles poking around you. Sides, I made new friends over there! :DD

Once you treat someone good, I am sure, that very same person will treat you the same way too. UNLESS, of course, you did/have something that made the person mad- that's another story. Heh, we are talking about normal people here under normal circumstances. Well, I received words of thanks, waved goodbyes, firm handshakes, and those very actions- no matter how minor they may seem- spurred me on to put on more graduation gowns and it made me smile for the whole day. I am not crazy, just happy! I guess I am born to be in the customer service section after all! :DD

The job, despite not having very statisfactory working hours, have barely acceptable pay. The only thing I am upset is that I wasted quite a bit of time waitng. Haiz. I guess that's just the nature of my job. What else can I do? Come on people, be realistic. "UGLY GOWNS, come down NOW at this instance! You cant go up to the stage like that!" Now, that would be epic.

Well, in overall. It is fun, fun and FUN!! Met a few nice people, and one of them was very coincidental: She was from Nanyang poly, and from the school of Health science, and she's year 2, and she's psysiotherapy, or something like that. Her name is Ester. Heh. Still, coincidence! OH, talking about it, on my 2nd day of my work, 2nd badge of people, I saw TERRENCE TOH, the one who teached us HIPHOP for YOG at NYP!! I cant believe that it was him, and so, oh-so-curious-me decided to strike a conversation. Turns out that, indeed, it was him! I cant believe it, he graduated with the bachelor of MAss Comm. Woah, my dreamt course. NOT FAIR!

All in all, I feel that this job is a fruitful one. Thanks so much for letting me have this job!

Post post..

2010-08-21T23:08:00.000-07:00

Blabber blabbery blabbering boo. How my life would be if I had chosen another course. *Looks into the mirror* DUH. DIFFERENT. But, different for the better? Or the worst? Honestly, I think that it would be for the worst because no way will I ever go to Nanyang poly for some other course that can be found in Ngee Ann or Singapore poly. Very obvious right? And Nanyang poly give me a life.

If I had never went to Nanyang poly, I would have never met my awesome course-mates, VE people and most importantly, take part in a flashmob for YOG! I would not know that there are 5 different types of teeth. I would never play badminton seriously. I would have never dance samba and hiphop in my life. I would never have been the me I am now.

Constantly being with other people, interacting with them, changes me all the time. It might be for the good/bad, I dont know. But I know that I am always changing. Changing my attitude, changing my lifestyle, changing my mindset- however minor these changes are, it never stopped and I will make sure that it stays the same in the future.

Title-less

2010-08-19T22:38:00.001-07:00

Okay, I just came back to my blog awhile ago and began reading my past adventures...and I realized that my english sucks. To be more precise, my sentence structures. Still, it brought a smile to my face; I have been through sooo much. The thing is that I didnt remember any of it until I read about it. Thus, coming to the conclusion that I should start blogging again to solidify my memories of my poly life!

I am not sure if anybody still come to read this pathetic little blog, seeing as it has never been updated since a long long while ago. But nevertheless, I do hope that someone would recall this URL or even stumble upon it once again. That is the only reason why I aint privating this blog. Then again, it is just me.

My Poly life have been a fruitful one thus far, and I have never regretted choosing DHT as my course. Though a few bad impressions here and there, I have met amazing people and had never stopped having fun! Well...except for the times when I have to go to the toilet.

Guess what? The OH-SO-GREAT-YPH finally feels STRESS for the first time in his entire life! Well, not for all modules, but still, STRESS! It just proves how difficult my course is. Then again, I feel that there aint easy course at all. It might lead us to a job we will be doing for a lifetime, all packed into the few years, how simple can it get?

It is really funny how the strings of fate are entwined and disentangled at the same time. A person I barely know for 4 years, noting only his existence as a friend's friend, or a neighbour class student came to be my best friend in poly life! However, deep down inside, there exists an irrational fear that we would not be friends some day. As silly as it seems to be, to me, our friendship is built not because we had something in common, but only because of coincidence. Coincidence that we came from the same secondary school, coincidence that we live on the same street. I mean, if we can click nicely now, why not a few years ago?

Oh, I realized that the way we think are very DIFFERENT. SUPER DUPER DIFFERENT. Whatever I feel is fun, is the most boring thing to him. Whatever that is fun to him, is so-so to me( note that I never use boring). In a sense, he is the a extreme right-ie. Everything he do is empowered with the word "LOGIC". On the other hand, I am the extreme left-ie, I dont use logic to dictate my movements, I use the "possibility of having fun." Makes sense? Obviously not.

Still, I do hope that we will be friends. And of course, not forgetting the other DHT mates! :DDDD

Just poped up to me

2010-05-31T01:38:00.001-07:00

Somehow, somewhere, someone created a time machine. And that very same person offers me a trip on the new invention. There is this one flaw though: I could only go back to the time when I was in secondary school. Will I grab the opportunity and go back? Many would accept the deal without a moment's hesitation. Not me, I found myself in the stage of dilemmia. Should I, or not? I have been pondering.

Choir was the ONLY reason why I went to school everyday, be it that there were(or no) practices. I hate it when my friends say that I have been spending lots of time with choir members, but in truth, they hardly hang out with me after school. Almost all of the time, its going home directly after school. They only hang out with me because I just so happen to stay in school. Then, clashes happen when they are "lonely" and accused me of not spending my time with them.

I dont have to be the only one keeping the conversations going, you know... I always feel that way when I hang out with you guys. If I dont talk, no one approaches me. I felt like an outsider. I have to earn my own conversations. Really. The days before secondary school life ends, I felt that I dont belong in the class at all. I realized that I dont have a clique to attach myself into, I was so alone. Why? Why did it happened?

Its not like I backstabbed any of you, but the only thing I got back were a handful of sharp knifes on my back. I tried my best to help, didnt I? Why do you guys have to be so cold-hearted and pretended that nothing is going on. Even until the moment I found out about the truth, at least have the decency to tell me what happened. But no, you guys kept the facade going...on and on.

Luigi says that I always hold grudges. But do I really? Sure, when I dislike someone, I would pour venom out from my mouth, but at the end of the day, I know that I dont really hate the person as much as I have said. It is just my way of exerting my emotions, I guess. Up til now, I dare say that I never dislke anyone in my entire life. There were moments, yea, but they never lasts. Its not that I dont want to dislike someone, it is just not possible for me. If I were to describe myself crudely in one word, I would say: emotion-less.

There are things in life, I have decided to let go, one by one. No matter how hurt/wonderful it is. You guys, made up more than half of my upper secondary life. Although you guys provided me with the fun times...I think that, it is time for me to let go. Sometime in the future, when I grow up and work in a healthy environemt with good colleagues. They would ask me of my secondary school life. And my answer?

"I have nothing."

Back!

2010-05-06T03:13:00.000-07:00

Hey guys, I am finally back on blogger again! Its a LOOOOONG hiatus, I have to say. BUUUUUUUUT, Be thankful! I actually never intend to come back here again, cause it holds lots of things, and I bet that it was a spot where the HIDEOUSLY UGLY people come and check. To see if I say something bad about them. Too bad losers.

Well...the actual reason, why I return to blogger, is because, I just want to rant about some things. If it might just hurt your feelings, get lost.

To my secondary school "friends" and the present soundcard personells.

I did never know that you guys were sooo into acting. Even until the days after I found out about your betrayals, you guys acted as if nothing had happened. What? To make yourself feel better? Like, "Oh, it was not my fault he acted like that, I was friendly to him what?" So what?! Like it will make any difference! We all know who are the culprits here, and who are the ones who put up the best facade I have ever seen in my life. So what? try and make up with me, with that uncertain voice, without trying to explaining yourself or apologize? Oh please. Look at the mirror will you? Your not mr/ms popular, I dont give a SHIT about you. Not after I found out what you all really are inside. Insecure, selfish jerks.

And oh, is it humiliating that I scored better than you all without even trying? You guys are soooooooo stupid. I have never met dumber people before. Have fun with your own little fantasy world now, cause reality will come crashing down soon. Retards. Lucky, I never see you all at all now. Looking at your faces might just make me PUKE.

Lastly, please dont try to act diplomatic with me, cause I know you know that I will return you the favor. Just like how you guys like to play it. It just disgusts me even more, I cant believe you guys sink til so low. If you choose to act this play, then play it, things doesnt always go the way you planned it to be. "Genius".

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It was already very depressing for me that I didnt get into Soundcard. And I had already accepted the fact that I am more to VE than solo singing, I did, I really did. And all you guys had to do, was to sent me a sms, telling me to go for the orientation, and everything went haywire . You guys didnt know how excited I was then, cause I really really wanted to be in a club where people come together and sing. I called up the number in the sms, and he wasnt even sure if I was suppose to go. All he said was, if I received a sms, means they dont mind me going. With that, I began to imagine upon the future practices I would have in the club, and dared to dream.

So, carrying this thought, I head over to the location of the orientation. I even happily told my friends that I got into it. "Hey! Maybe they are not so bad after all, See! I got in!" At the entrance, I searched over the name list, and saw my name over there, and more rays of hope shoned from within me. But I wasnt too sure yet, cause it really felt too good to be true, so I told them about my situation. And guess what happened?

"Sorry it was a mistake of my part, you can go and have a sit in if you want to." My mind just went blank at that time, I didnt know what to say, but I know that I should not go inside, so I just walk away. Like I would degrade myself till so low, to go into some orientation which was not even meant for me in the first place. Please la, dont even think as if your club is soo good, it isnt. You dont have to just let me in cause you pity me. I dont want that. You didnt even look sorry when you said it. Of course, I am just a person who failed the audition. No one important. You can just die for all I care. Please.

Cant sleep even with heavy eyelids.

2010-01-19T14:06:00.001-08:00

I wonder what's wrong with me today. To be honest, ever since the end of the Olvl results, I practically turned noctural. I slept during the day, and became active at night. Why? It was peaceful- no one's there to disturb me. I tried to break the sleeping cycle yesterday, knowing that I have to hang out with friends today at the kbox( Sufficient rest is the basic need of a singer). But I found out that I can't. Even if my eyelids felt heavy. Even if I wanted to.

I closed them, and felt the drowziness take over me. I know that's the feeling when we are going to sleep. And I did, but I woke up moments later. Apparently, sandman didn't provide enough of his sands. Dreams. That's what kept me awake. Whenever I fell into a slumber, dreams would wake me up. No matter if its pleasant or not, I woke up. I checked the clock from time to time, and the intervals from one to the next, aint even an hour.

I thought they would go away after a few attempts, but they didnt. They persisted on through the entire night. Until I got fed up with it that I decided to switch on the comp and get on with my day. That's when I realised that it is 6am. What's more is that, I felt really sore on my left arm( it hurts to move in the beginning).

There are so many dreams, yet I only vaguely remember a few. I know there are some "continuations". With regards to horror. A few of brutal killings. And some weird, normal ones.

The "continuations", has been haunting me since I was young. They just kept coming, they never stopped. And some times when I got inside, the settings either reset and I started from square one again or that I continue where I left it before I woke up. There was a thing about starting from the beginning again, I was given a choice to choose the route I am taking.

It all started with my whole family and my auntie's family. We were traveling together on a foreign land. We were on a truck on a sandy road, when a HUGE chimera( yes, fused animals) appeared from behind us and began to chase us. We sped up and inevitably, after some time, got trapped into a pool of mud. Since our vehicle wont budge, and a chimera was on the loose, we decided to run for our lives. Halfway while running, I decided to look back at what we abandoned, and found a foolish man running towards the truck, unable to notice the animal, and got eaten up with its tiger fangs. I shook my head and continued running, with my dad in the lead.

Then, we ended up in grassland with irregular patterns on it. I not sure how the dreams work though, but after the first few times, I get to see a bird's point view from the top and found out that it is a maze. Then, a giant chick annouced its presence by shaking the earth with its stompings. Once again, we decided to run for our lives. However, there was one thing about the field though: we cant step on the grass( thus, I said that it is a maze). I am not sure on how the mutated chick move, but my mother and auntie seemed to have predicted it and command us to move from time to time.

At the end of the maze, there was two bridges. One that connects with an expedition of fishes and insects behind a locked door, and another, a toilet and a carpark. The whole group went to the first bridge the first time and can't open it. The second time( another dream), we went to the toilet. Inside the toilet( it is larger than the one in zhenghua school canteen), there were numerous screams/wailings of agony. They were such horrible sounds that I tried to cover my ears from them. The design of the toilet is old( around my grandfather times), and the lighting in the area was only supported by a flickering lamp. I am not sure where the screams come from, but the family kept on walking until we reached the end. That's when we realised that there is a "different" voice. One clearly stood out from the others. We decided to follow it and ended up standing in front of a cubicle. I( yes, stupid me), opened it and was immediately pulled inside by a pale withering hand, and the door was slammed shut. I could hear tries at picklocking and in front of me, was a woman in her mid-thirties. She seemed to be crazy( or so how her face look like) as she was wailing, and in her finger, was a key. I knew instinctively back then that that was the key we are searching for, and I immediately jumped at her, hoping to snatch it. I got it, and boy did she got angry. She was so mad that her whole body turn red and blood started spilling out from her forehead. Her nails grew, and it was red in colour. In an instant, she turned aggressive. Out of fear, I screamed. The picklocking attempts seemed to be more vigorous than before, and I moved backwards until there was no room for me to move. She was so dangerously close to me, playing with her nails, and that insane smile. I was so hapless that all I could do is scream. Then, just when the nails began to move towards the eyes and pop it out, the door opened from behind me and I fell on my cousin. The woman had vanished.

Of course, with the key in hand, we went back to the first bridge. Opened the door and went in. There was nothing much about this room, it was just an ordinary place. Except that it links to another bridge. An all too familiar bridge, it can be found in my neighbourhood. The only difference is the material used. The one in my neighbourhood is made out of rocks/cement but the one in my dream was made up of metals. So, with every step made, sounds of clacking could be heard. Well, under the bridge, there was a violent flow of muddy waters. Those kind that you know you will die if you fall into it. Once the family reached the end of the bridge, it splits into two paths. The first path, is to walk along the muddy waters( never tried this path before), while the other, a dark corridor( the first time I when I wanted to go there, there was no one. however, on the subsequent tries, I saw a couple walking into the corridor).

It was basically a LOOOONG stretch of corridor with numerous rooms on the side. I never paid any attention to it on my first try, and was invited to go into a room by an old lady. I refused the offer, of course and kept on walking. However, on the times when I see a couple going in, I would tried to catch up with them, searching from rooms to rooms. When I finally found them, they were in a room with the same old lady who invited me before. And she was chopping up the man's meat. I screamed and ran out, only to find a lot more old ladies running after me with choppers in their hands and "inviting" me into their room.( I got separated from my family, cause I dashed into it, just so to let you know).

Still remember that I told you that sometimes the dream will reset? and that there was a carpark on the second bridge with the toilet? I went there. It seems that whenever one person go inside, they will be randomly teleported to the different levels, and somehow, I know that once a person get inside, they would be trapped for 24hours. It is okay during the daytime. But when night comes, many white figures can be seen floating about. I am not sure about the consequences of being seen, but I had never been caught. Call me Ninja Yap. A key will just pop out of nowhere after we survived the 24 hours. So its not such a for this ordeal. And the whole thing restarts again.

I remember vaguely about the place after the corridor, but since I hardly got to that "stage", it doesnt really hit me. So yea. Stupid "continuation" dreams.

There was another dream, which I forgot all the details, but I only remember a shirtless man hovering on top of me, with a knife in his hands. I also had one too. I slashed it onto his right shoulder and told him to give up, but he turned ballistic and kept on slashing me non-stop.

And there was another, really funny one. In that dream, dogs were able to board the bus. I was sitting near the entrance, when two of them got up. So I looked at them, and one of the dogs( I assumed it to be the male), barked at me. I ignored it and continued reading the book in my hands. After a while, when the dogs had reached their stops, they jumped out from the window. The one which barked at me earlier on, got stuck! Serve him right! Karma! But I helped him nonetheless, and he jumped out into his owner's arms.

Guess what? There are still a few more which I dont remember. But all of them kept me from sleeping through the night peacefully!! Argh... :/

O'lvl results.

2010-01-11T03:24:00.000-08:00

I seriously just can't believe it! Is it that the heavens are making fun of me!?! I had put in sooooooo much effort into English and this is all I get?!? At least a B4 to satisfy my needs please!

Oh, I mean, come on. I did not even attempt to study the other subjects much at all, and I ace them. So, why not English?!? Argh, if I had a B4( or a 3) I could go into the course I always wanted to go- Mass communication. And now, due to a stupid test, my bubbly dream pop!

Another thing. If I had remember that period is coeffiecent of X over TWO pie and that R-FORMULAE actually exists! No doubt, I would score additional 17 points in my A maths paper, in which, could really pull up my B3 grade into an A. And if that's the case, my name would appear on the banner!! Oh stupid brain! And I actually reminded myself about R-formulae before I stepped into the hall! ARgh, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO not happy with my results.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Freakin' moronic day!!!!!! Stupid cambridge!!!! Stupid ME!!

2010-01-01T01:21:00.000-08:00

I dont even know why I write this. It came out of no where and I just had to write it down, so I did. There is no purpose in this story neither does it have an ending. You guys will just have to deal with it XP

RANDOM DRABBLE.

It was a cold day today. The clouds, dark and angry, poured tremendous amount of tiny cold droplets onto the surface of the Earth, attacking innocent skyscraper dwellers. The gentle breeze, under the influence of the rain, turned violent within seconds and howled through the city, disorientating minds of the weak. A shiver went down my spine and my eyebrows twitched sporadically as soon as I stepped out of my house. The weather was not what I expected it to be: warm. Sighing, I turned back in to get my jacket and donned it. Clutching it to my body and holding an umbrella up in my other hand, I began my journey to polar town.

As soon as I reached my destination, the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degree celcius and the clouds, darker than usual. I suddenly felt thirsty. I scanned the area, and spotted a vending machine. Almost immediately, I walked to it, seeing that I was not given any other option to quench my unbearable thirst. Hastily, I dug out my wallet from the front apartment of my backpack and searched for coins. Grunting at the insufficient amount, I stomped on the cold hard ground once.

A young man of early twenties clad in baggy clothes seemed to have noticed my predicament and came to offer me help.

"How much more do you need?"

"Thirty more cents," came my reply. It sounded raspier than I originally intended it to be, and I'd hope that he did overlook the curt response. I needed his assistance after all. Luckily, he did not seem to care and pulled out the said amount from his pocket before tossing it to me.

"Hope that it helps, see ya!" He said as he trotted on and mingled into the crowd, left hand still visible as he waved it.

I began plunging down the coins into the Vending machine before pressing a button and a cold can of green tea fell down with a 'plop'. My icy fingers worked its way to the drink, forced it open before I gulpped it down. It was as first, cool and chilling, but later, as more of the liquid coursed down my throat, I had to endure a freezing sensation. I stopped drinking and my gaze wandered around, all the while giving my body time to regain some of its the lost warmth.

New year, new life.

2009-12-31T06:35:00.001-08:00

Once again, a year had passed. Though I did not join my firends in the countdown, deep in my heart, I know that I am as eagar as them. For this time, it is different. Theres a brand new lifestyle waiting for me; I do not have to dwell only in school and home anymore; I would make more good and mature friends; I will have more freedom; I could have fun and most importantly, I can have access to many things now! There's a one little problem though: O'lvl results. If its no good, how am I going to have a decent life?

I can't believe that I only start to worry about my results way long after the examination. Its so incredible. If anything, I would call this an extreme case of a SLOW brain. I wonder if it will make any difference if I study now...

"Hey, ignore those marks, I weren't ready then. Give me an exam now and I will be sure to ace it!" <---Yea, I wish.

The biggest source of fear, however, comes from the probability that I MIGHT need to retake the exam. It would be embarassing. Heck! I cant even bear to think about it. Ahh, lets hope that it will never ever happen!! ( touches wood).

Ha! The best deal about this new lifestyle is that I am finally able to KICK the old one away. Those detestable memories and things, they will soon be forgotten and thrown in a thrash bag like they had never happen before. I still can't believe that they did that to me! Ass and bitches!!( ignore my venting). At least I dont have to see their abhorable faces again. Never again. I hope. :DDDDDDDDDDDD

Lets welcome the start of the new year~ WOoo~

Bad feeling

2009-12-20T05:20:00.000-08:00

On the 20th of december 2009, at around 9pm sharp, an overwhelming sense of foreboding hit me in full force. I have no idea why, it just did. Immediately, I stopped the chore I was doing and went straight to bed. Soon dying of sheer boredome, I began to reminisce.

Events after events went through my mind and a certain sentence kept echoing in my head. Had I really did it right? It was faint, yet clearly articulated, enforcing the sentence. It was said in such a manner that it was as if trying to judge myself guilty. Of course, not loving the idea of losing, I challenged the unknown voice. Time after time, no matter how much I had tried to deny my defeat, I knew I had lost and inevitably, acute pangs of remorse would haunt my entire being. If only I had done that. If only I had heed the advice. If only I was not that stubborn...

That being said, what's done is done- there is no turning back. One can't mend a broken vase back into its former glory, can he? No matter how hard he tries, what methods he used, scars of the incident could not be erased. So what for, fixing it with glue/tape? To me, it seems really foolish- I'd rather get a new one. Those that we really treasure won't even get broken in the first place...

After that very thought, my thoughts drifted to the present. And the same annoying voice persisted on. However, there is a difference between this time from the previous- I get a choice to retrace my steps. The vase is still falling. What am I to do? Save it? Or let it drop? I had never felt so lost..

IT fair at EXPO

2009-11-30T06:43:00.001-08:00

It was definately time-consuming and enjoyable. I had a lots of fun there! Even though most of them smoke, they are actually not what I think they were intitally! I was the youngest among all of them and was thus, given the name "didi". I kind of like it if you ask me, though I hate the fact that I was still called "cute". Does it really matter with age? One of the oldest in the choir, cute. One of the youngest also cute.

I only sold 5 laptops for the 4days.

First day- 0
Second day- 1($10 commission)
Third day- 2($20 commission each)
Fourth day- 2($20 commission each)

With a basic pay of $30 each.

I could have sold more, but the place I was stationed at was at the back. So basically, people will have to pass ALL the other Toshiba promoters before reaching me. Also, it was not only me who was placed there, there were about 8, a few very experienced.Now that i think of it, me being able to sell some laptops, is a godsent.

Sigh, I miss all of my collegues over there...Hope I can work with them again! I gave them my numbers, so if there is any "lobang", they can "jio" me over. I gave a few my hotmails too! So we can stay in contact..

The thing I hate the most about the job is that, we had to stand the whole day! Its from the time I stepped out of my house( 8am) to the time I stepped INto my house( 11pm). If lucky, I would find a seat in the MRT, if not I stand. There was once I found a seat, but I saw an old lady infront of me, so I gave it to her. And ended up standing again.

For the first day, I slacked alot. Okay, not really slack. Its too demoralised to countinue. Seeing that everyone had clinched a deal except for you, I think you would feel the same thing too. And to think of it, I received the most customers on the day itself. Argh, if not for my lack of experience( I kept asking for help), I could have gotten some too!

Haha, I love it in the end

Graduation Night.

2009-11-20T16:54:00.001-08:00

This is one of my most memorable days ever. Everyone(almost) donned on their best attire, looking smart/beautiful, spenting their last time together with friends. The tears were too sudden...they immediately came when photos of my lower-sec lives were shown. It reminds me of the times we had been together and also...perhaps...the last time we would stay together for this is where we part. Although I may not be close to many, but still, their presence had became a part of me and having to lose all of them in one go is just too devastating.

I guess that marks the end of everyone's secondary school life, all of you would forever have a place in my heart.

For those who haven't graduated:

Time really really flies. Cherish everyone around you..don't regret.

2nd day of the camp

2009-11-19T07:53:00.000-08:00

I woke up at about 6am( slept at 4am yesterday) due to the absence of heat(xP) and found out that everyone(almost) were still asleep. I wanted to get back with my sleeping but the shivering never stops, so I decided to take a shower instead. The first wave of water that splashed my skin was warm, it wasn't that surprising- I was as cold as an ice cube.

I returned to our sleeping quarters and settled down on my comfy bed. It felt harder than the day before, I wonder why. Having no task at hand, I closed my eyes and lied down. It was then that I heard a snore. Want to guess whose the contributor? Mr Chen. I did not hear any from Luigi- although he claimed that he does snore. Maybe he was not that tired after all...

I lazed around for awhile and soon, it was time for the start of the camp! Rise and Shine. Since I had already prepared myself for the day, I had nothing to do except to take a glance at everyone who just woke up. I found that Jonathan's face was the cutest cause he hair "stood up" and he looked blur. Haha.

After that, we were to assemble outside AVA room and line up in twos as there was an outreach programme for the primary 6. Kind of childish if you ask me- we never really had a clash with them, but oh well.

Jie Yi was the one who started the morning excercise and later gave the authority to Daniel. I still remembered vividly the time when we had to do jumping jets. Though I could not see May and Jonathan(I was right in front), I could hear their laughter throughout the whole process. When I turned back and gave them the dubious look, Jonathan said, "Haha, I dont know how to do the jumping jets" and he did random hand and leg movements while May was like giggling most of the time. However, on the second round, it seems that Jonathan got it, but the laughter never ceased.

After our long and productive workout, we head to the canteen. I thought we were going to have some cheering competition, but it was a cheer that we do as a choir and gosh, Mr Chen was picky. But I guess the reasons he gave were all sensible..

"Since you guys are from choir, vowels and timing must be good."

"Since I am an English teacher, the grammer must be correct."

Well, he didn't exactly said that. Those are, however, the messages he sent across and because of that, we had to cheer a couple more of times. It was quite enjoyable though, and for once, I felt that we were really together.

Anyway, we had our breakfast. There were slices of bread "infused"(can't find any other word :/) with egg. I oozed out a generous amount of maple syrup on my bread before gobbling them down and had a few cups of milo. Since my help was needed for preparation for the next activity, I had to leave my group. My Jie offered her help and we made our way to the hall.

There were nothing much to prepare except for checking the chairs if they were in good conditions. Okay, anyway, let me explain the game...

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(1) / /
Start (2) / / End
(3) / choir / Hall.
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(5)/____________________________/
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/ /
/ wushu /
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Figure 1.1

As you can see from Figure 1.1, there is a start and an end point. The rectangle you see is basically the largest rectangle you can find on the surface of the hall. The area we used was on the left side( to the piano) while the Wushu used the right. But anyway, each group were given chairs as many as their group members. and were arranged like this...

(1)
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[____] [____] [____] [____] /
/ /i / /i / /i / /i /
/___/ i /___/ i /___/ i /___/ i /
i i i i i i i i i i i i / Start.
i i i i i i i i /
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The point of this whole game is to squeeze with the other members to vacant the last chair and let the last member pass it to the first so that he/she could put it in front and everyone would move foward. If any of the team members falls, the group would have to start from the start point again. After every round, one chair is taken away from the group. There is a total of 3 rounds.

My group was practically the last for the first 2 rounds, perhaps it is because our tactics aren't well enough. My Jie helped us out halfway on the second, and we almost chased the 4th group, but the gap in between was too large, I guess.

However, on the third round, we'hv gotten the 2nd! And we were only one chair away from the first. Not sure why though, maybe my group works better with fewer chairs. I still remember all of us( in pairs) hugging one another, standing on a chair.

And oh, on the 3rd round. May and I wanted to sabotage the 1st group. How? By poking Daniel. For some reason or another, he jerks away violently when someone's finger poke at his waist. So yes, we kept poking him as we were really close. He was in the 2nd group next to us.

Next came rehearsal.

And after that, the punishment. It wasn't harsh, that I know. I felt that it woke those who ain't taking the camp seriously up. Everyone's voice was unison- "ONE!" "TWO!"- and it was loud. You could practically hear everyones' voices and the echoes. Poor Kimberly, she did the male push-up position for she was afraid and as a result, she felt some painful sensations in her arm. She cried, and lost her appetite.

Anyway, we went up to the music room for our rehearsal next. For the last few days, we had been working on Yo Vivo Cantando, Seasons of Love, Rounds( from most time taken to the least). For Yo Vivo Cantanda(Spanish: I live to sing), we worked on the dance steps. Even though it is my first time doing it and had nothing to compare it with, I felt that it is absolutely amazing.

Sigh, too bad my Jie never accept my offer when I asked her to be my dance partner for the couple dance. She said she didn't want to do it. But haha, later on, she was sabotaged by the others to dance with Jun Wei and she had to stand at the back( thanks to JunWei's height). My second attempt on looking for a dance partner was a success. Guess who? It is JANNAH! Wooh, I love her so much. Anyway, I was the first guy to find a partner. I think, next to Luigi( who found sharmila :D)

Seasons of Love is beginning to sound stunning. Really gorgeous. Everyone was singing so well, it reminds me of the reason why I wanted to join the choir in the first place!

I had never sang the rounds before, but when I attempted to sing, I did it on my first try with only a few mistakes! I felt so awesome then, even the SL(daniel XP) complimented me. Bwahaha, I am so talented.

Anyway, interesting news to share with those who are still reading and are not in the ex-committee.

Mr Chen, described the choir like puppies.

(actions that he did)

"It is like, bad puppy(smacks), and they became quiet(sorry face). A few minutes later, they become happy again when you give the ball(throws)."

Something like that along the line...my memory's failing me :/

Okay, the next things that happened were Egg Bomb and Dog & Bone.

For the Egg Bomb game, my group was treated with a great deal of unfairness. All the packages were to be thrown from the 4th floor to the 1st twice. Everyones' group did that, its fair. But on the 2nd throw, our protected egg were thrown with a force and landed on the platform with a resounding snap before hitting the ground level. Which means, double impact. Kind of sad if you ask me. There were no justice T.T

Dog & Bone was one of my favourites. For I was in the same group with Vra and my Jie, we stand side by side. with the number, 5,6,7 respectively.

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Venue: Parade Square Figure 1.2

Side note: There are 15 people on each side but I prefer the numbers up to 10 xP

It is one of the most simple game. Everyone would be given a number and are line up, just like what you see in figure 1.2. Then, the person-in-charge would randomly scream a number( in anyway he/she like). The people with the respective numbers are to run to the middle and grab the bucket of water.

The one who grab the bucket of water are to splash it all over the opponent. While the other either tries to dodge OR tap the offense-r.

My most favourite part of the game was when the person-in-charge shouts.
-Multiples of 3 [XiaoFeng&Me&May&Daniel VS Mr.Chen&Emil&(forgot who le)]
-People wearing red t-shirt( hawk) [Me&Vra&Kim VS Luigi&JW]
-People who did something with their hands [Me&Vra&Kim( we high-5 each other when the splashed JW the turn before) VS JW&Luigi(?)]
-People who are born in the month of december [Me&Vra VS Mr.Chen&Jw]
-People who are ages of 16&above(my most favourite)[Me&Vra&Kim VS Luigi&Jw&Mr.Chen]
-Teachers [Ms.Ang VS Mr.Chen]
-People who are not standing straight [Me VS JW&Luigi)

After the wet game, we went back to dry ourselves and proceeded to the canteen for our buffet!! I heard that it is really expensive, so thank you teachers!! It is really delicious, especially the "steamed bao"- not sure what it is called.

Soon, it was time for the nightwalk. I had never put on make-up before, so I am not sure how to put and in the end, made a mess out of my face. I enlisted Vra's help later on, and became the "joker" with the HUGE RED-coloured SMILE. LOL.

It wasn't that fun, the first few groups are too brave. However, subsequent groups got scared and my mood went back to cloud nine again. Especially the last group, when I started crawling my way towards them at top speed, they scream and ran away. Haha. Anyway, poor Daniel, the previous camp he was sat on by the other members, and for this, his foot was stepped on. Haha.

Then the next is shower time, then lights off.

By the way people, I beat Mr.Chen in a game of chinese chess! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Daniel beat me though :/

And thats it for the SECOND day!

100th post

2009-11-19T07:52:00.001-08:00

Okay, lets congratulate myself for my 100th post!! LOL.

Choir camp 2009

2009-11-18T07:09:00.000-08:00

First of all, I'd like to complaint that my body(especially the shoulders) are ache-ing!!! At first, I thought it was just that I am not used to sleep on the dirty hard ground again. However, on second thought, it came to me that it was the punishment! Now that I recall about it, I realized that it was not that harsh at all- 40push-ups, 2 rounds around the canteen. It is just that I dont excerise. Much. And for some reason or another, the ache in my body seemed to have the ability to travel. Initially, I felt the raw sensation in my arms. Then, the shoulders and lastly, the area diagonally beneath my throat. It was like there are 3 phases- reminds me of the worm( larvae, pupa, butterfly). I wonder where it will move to next, lets hope that the sore feeling halts.

Okay, finally, lets move on to the first day of camp!

The camp starts at 9:30am but I had to wake up at 6:30am in order to help Xue Li and Cally( the Game Masters) with their games(duh). I was invited to have breakfast with another group but unfortunately, I denied their request(Sorry). For it is Cally's and Xueli's first time, so yes, some guiding is needed. The duration for the assistment was about forty-five minutes long( which includes some eating) and soon, we were bored to death. Being the muddlehead I am, I forgot to bring a bottle of water with me, so I went to buy one at 7-eleven before heading out to the school. That was when my Jie( Kimberly) called and asked me to accompany her, I argeed and parted with the others at Jelepang LRT just to wait for her. She reached the rendezvous awhile later and we took a stroll to school.

It was a little before 9 when I reached the destination and a meeting was held. It was for the route for the nightwalk and jobs for each person. The idea of a second route is came up by my Jie and we were so hyped up about it. But, it wasn't adopted as we had to walk through the taboo area- D&T room. What's the thrill if we don't walk pass that block? Soon it was time and we went up to the AVA room. Anyway, the committee came up with the third route later on( I wasn't there).

Like all the other camps, we were all grouped up. I was in group 1- Name: Fuji Apple( courtesy of Jonathan), members: Jonathan, May, Jocelyn, Hui Yen, Eileen and ME. The ex-committee member who took care of my group is my beloved Jie- Kimberly!! Yay! Next, the rules were told and we were given a camp booklet each. After the no-choice-but-have-to-do-it-routine, we played whacko.

It was kind of funny when the whacko-er could not catch up with the names being called out. Its like, everyone knows everyones' name(almost) and we had a person in mind we wanted to shout and when we heard our names, we just screamed. In the midst of the shrill adrenaline-filled high-pitched voices, one stand out from the rest, and it was Luigi's. His deep voice bellowed through the jumbled-up sounds- imagine this: There was a corridor. This corridor(the width) can hold 3 small white men from shoulder to shoulder with ease, but no more than that. The corridor was filled with little white men. Then, a huge black man came by and all of the white men had to smack themselves to the wall tip-toe-ing in order for the huge black man to squeeze through. Haha. Anyway, the best part of the whole game is that I sabotaged Luigi(HAHA!) and Jie(hehe) and a few others and had never been the whacko-er!!!

Rehearsal came next. I will talk about it later, as a whole, as there are many different slots allocated just for it.

Lunch came and I sat with the graduates( Luigi, Bra(xP), Jun Wei) along with Mr Chen. We shared jokes and I laughed till my stomach hurt. Luigi told a dirty joke. A real dirty joke. Want to hear it? Three pigs fell into a pool of mud. Dirty. Mr Chen and I laughed a few moments after it was told while Vra and Jun Wei was like, "Huh?". It was until Luigi emphasized on the mud and dirty that they pieced everything together and then they laughed.

After Lunch, it was time for Amazing race. To be honest, I thought that my group was doomed to be the last as we had a rocky start. Okay, not really rocky, it is just that we did not run while the others ran and we walked a long route. Who to blame? Anyway, Mdm Ho joined us soon after and told us some economic affairs. Like how Malaysia owned a land in Singapore. With her fascinating stories, my group slowed our pace, daring not to miss any of her sentences. It was almost like we knew we would be last, so no point competing. What's more is that we had a teacher with us and the process is the most important. But we never stopped. And we really walked to the front of our destination even if we had to make a detour unlike some other groups. We played with integrity.

A sparkle of hope flicked in us when we saw the others(2 groups) in the library( one of the checkpoints). It appears that they had difficulty completing the task given- it was to find a book of an author. Like the others, we could not find any book either. It was later that we found out that the book is delibrately slotted into the childrens' section. Who would do it? Maybe the public noticed that we had to find a book and wanted to sabotage our game. Or maybe, it was one of the members...but whoever the person is, I dont really care anymore. In fact, I wanted to thank the person, it allowed my group to catch up with the others!

So off we went, to the next checkpoint(CCK stadium). As we had completed the next challenge, we jumped from the 5th position to the 4th. The 3rd took a shortcut across the plains. The distance between us from the next is just a traffic lights time away( we obeyed our traffic rules). Our group walked in larger strides knowing that we would not be the last anymore- Mdm Ho still sticked with us at that time.

My group managed to become 3rd when the other group went off in the long path towards the last checkpoint( YewTee) and Mdm Ho offered us the shortcut. It was an adrenaline moment, especially when Vra's group started singing and running all the way across the road and they were so close to us( Luckily, there's an invention called the traffic light) and our group might also be over-taken by the other group as they realized their fault. With so much pressure, we started to run. Of course, Mdm Ho ran with us until she couldn't anymore and gave us directions to reach our last spot.

And at last! We reached YewTee third! It was a remarkable acheivement, seeing that we started off as the 5th. And it was all thanks to Mdm Ho and our team that we acheieved it.

After that, we had our dinner at YewTee point. Guess what? I ordered a Zinger Burger at MACdonalds! The cashier was like, "Zinger burger? You mean, MACspicy?" and she started laughing. It is not everyday that a customer order something from another restaurant, I guess. After making a fool of myself, I ate my dinner. I'd usually finish the cabbage that would inevitably fall out from the burger, but this time, I didn't. The sight of the gresley oil on the vegetable is enough to deter me from my habit. We travel back to school soon after( My group reached first) and began our memory game!

It is quite simple actually. There are thirty cards to remember. On the cards, there are pictures. A~Z takes up 26 of the card. While the other 4 are like, mickey mouse, piano keys, notes and toilet. The game went hectic halfway and the teachers decided to introduce a game.

We would first form a circle in a huge group. Then, one of the teachers will randomly point at one person, and starts to move to the next on the right. The first person who gets pointed says, "1", and the second, "2". It goes down at a very fast pace until one of them make a mistake. Those who did it wrongly are to do a forfeit, led by Mr.Aljunied. The forfeit starts when there are 5 in waiting. The forfeit, was to dance Mr.Aljunied's version of Banana-dance. It was very awkward and weird yet entertaining to watch.

We would first start with the stance we had for Banana dance( standing up straight, palms together, held above the head), and after that, we had to wriggle around, espcially the hips. So yes...disturbing. xP

It was funny how Taffy( Mdm Ho's daughter) sabotaged Jie Yi when she called out the wrong number. Vra, Mr Aljunied were like, "Taffy, what's your number?" And she would shout out "Nineteen!" Then Mdm Ho would correct her, almost immediately, "No, Taffy, you see the jiejie next to you, she call what, you call the next number, okay?" and gave some examples. I swear I could see her cold sweat when it was Taffy's turn.

Soon, it was shower time and later debrief.

And that's the end for the FIRST day.

Choir

2009-11-09T07:55:00.000-08:00

A sense of nostalgia overwhelmed me when I visited choir today. How I wish I could sit on a time-travel machine and get back to my sec 3 life once again...

It has been awhile since I sang classical and for some reason or another, when I heard the choir sing, my body trembled with excitement. I actually had this urge to sing along with them! I thought it was rather impossible now as they had learnt new songs, but no. Luigi and I were invited to do so and with our special music talents, we learnt it in a matter of minutes!(TBH, it is really simple). A surge of happiness coursed through my body when I contributed to the accapella; it was simply wonderful to be a part of them again. I was practically jumping when we reached the highest note for my part.

"LUIGI, LUIGI, ITS SOO FREAKIN' HIGH!!! OMG, I LOVE THIS PART!!"

I actually thought of writing down his reply, but, I realized that I don't know what it was- I was too caught up with myself, I guess. I failed as a friend. LOL.

Then again, he had his misgivings too. When Mr Chen asked us( me and Luigi) to sing the "OMG, ItS SO HIGH" part. Luigi did not sing with me. He was afraid of being embarassed for he think that his voice was not in tip-top shape( like I was :P). And the result? I kept singing alone. I suddenly felt so naked when all eyes were on me, I'd rather not have any other treatment though, it is a sign of respect. Not between the age gaps, but as singers. Professional singers.( sorry, cant help but to pen it down xP)

Soon after, it was time for us to learn a dance for Yo Vivo Cantando( I live to sing)! Note: It is to be used for the orientation next year so that we can attract more singing gurus. We had learnt steps, the idea is taken from a latin-american dance called the rhumba. This steps can be related to something like cha-cha. So basically there are alot of hip and forward then backward movements. It was fun, to learn things with the others again.

Anyway, I just can't seem to get enough of Mr.Chen's logic and his sense of humour.

"So, Poh Heng is at the back. HHAHAHAHAHAHA."

He said that when Luigi was appointed to stand in the first row and Luigi laughed. (I laughed too, but I dont know why).

By the way, Luigi's such a muddlehead today. On his way to school( on a taxi), the driver questioned him about the direction for their destination. He said, "转左" which means turn left. When in actual fact, he meant for the driver to turn right. He had a chance to correct the uncle, but he decided to go on with the flow and asked him to alight him somewhere near. Then, he took a walk to school.

Later on, before the choir started singing, Luigi was played the piano. Subconsciously( I think), he digged one of his foot into a small opening between the piano and the ground until it was stuck. He realized it later and attempted to pull it out gently, but it remained there. Then, he used extra force on it at the second try and sounds of disapproval from the shoe were heard. He immediately stopped. Having no choice, he took off his shoe and asked me to assist him in reclaiming his shoe back. I had to hold up the piano for him to retrive his property. At the very same moment, my stomach and neck( somehow) hurt from over-laughing. It was simply too funny!!

I guess this is my blog post after months of procrastination( I dont count the essays!!!). Haha, thanks for reading :D

Write about losing someone close to you.

2009-10-20T05:59:00.000-07:00

Write about losing someone close to you.

22nd of december. It used to be the day I look forward to for it was my birthday. I still remembered vividly the celebrations my parents made; they were simply memorable and full of laughter... It was the 22nd of december today but there were no signs of happiness- not even a festive atmosphere. Why? It was also the day when my brother passed away...

There were only two offsprings in our family: my brother and I. My brother was eight years senior of me yet the age gap between us proved to be nothing- we knew each others' deepest secrets that nobody else had heard of. We were really close, so close that we were said to be inseperable. However, a dreadful war broke out. My brother, being of legal age, was forced to fight for the country.

It was the day where he had to provide his service to the nation. We made a promise before he left that he would return home alive. There were hints of despair hidden within his eyes, I could see it, but paid no heed to it. The embrace we had was long; his hands lingered on my back. Even when I tried to push him away, he resisted. "Just awhile longer." I relented to his request. He only broke the hug when a truck came and honked him. He scrutinized my face hard and murmured a woeful goodbye before slowly turning towards his soon-to-be comrades. He then walked( or rather, dragged his feets) to them, There was a certain emotion I could not grasp then, but I knew it so well now. It was the feeling of knowing that one could see the beloved one for the last time...

His gaze was still directed at me when the automoblie moved. Me, being the age of fourteen, just stupidly smiled at him and wished "for the best" befoe I hurried back home. I felt his eyes boring into my back even as I ran, I thought he was being overly-emotional then, so I shrugged it off. Little did I know that it would be the last time I see him alive...How I wish we could reverse time... I bet if I were to turn and return his look, tears would be spotted trickling down his cheeks.

For months, reports of our losing battle were broadcast everywhere- yet there were no news of my brother. Even as I blindly placed my faith in his promise, somewhere deep inside me, I had already feared for the worst and the worst came indeed!

A pale-looking middle-aged man came knocking on our doorstep on that fateful day(22nd december)- right before I blew my birthday cake- and announced my sibling's death with a hoarse, forlorn voice.

My mind went numb; I did not know what to do or thing. Then thoughts of the stranger lying came to me, I wanted to ask, but my father beat me into it.

"It was the truth that I speak of," he softly( yet firmly) replied. I had the urge to inquire him the same question again, but was interrupted curtly by my mother's shrill piercing cries. She latched herself onto her husband arms, seeking comfort. My yearnings halted when I reasoned with myself.

"Then again," I thought. "Why would he lie?" It took me awhile before realization hit me: my brother had died, he broke the promise.

For a brief moment, an overwhelming surge of anger dominated my mixture of emotions. "How dare he broke our promise! It was a promise! Does it meant nothing to him at all?" I ran up to his room, and began trashing his belongings out of the window. "Be gone and never come back!" After venting my anger, I slumped down against a wall. Knees raised to meet my chest, I placed my hands on the former and rested my head against it before weeping sorrowfully. The agitated thoughts turned into soft mumblings pleas. "Please come back." A pause. "I miss you...brother."

Despair

2009-10-19T02:16:00.000-07:00

Despair

"Freddy, I am sorry to say this, but your parents died in a car crash," reported a policeman.

My eyes widened in disbelief. I questioned him in a shaky voice regarding the truth of what he just said, he replied me with a nod. Eyes that were of sympathy were cast in my direction, but I paid no heed to it. My mind went numb; I did not know what to do or think. For what felt like hours later, the horrible realization came to me: my parents had left and I was alone.

Out of the blue, an uncontrollable surge of intense pain came at me. It was so excruciating that it felt like someone had stabbed through my heart with the sharpest sword. Tears began to trickle down my cheeks. Unable to handle reality, I made a blind dash out of my house, ignoring the guest who brought the dreadful news.

After a lengthy amount of time, I tripped on an obstacle. Still weeping sorrowfully, I took a glance at the surroundings. The silvery moon perched lazily on the vast blue sky. The short high yaps of dogs echoed through the distance. I was in the midst of a lush forest, forlorn and lonely. I did not know where I was; I was lost. The feeling of sadness intensified.

The monotonious creek-creek-creek of the crickets seemed to soothe my woebegone state. However, it was of no help. Sighing, I stood up and ventured about the unknown territory. Moments later, i have up and plopped myself on a patch of grass.

Suddenly, a low growl was heard from behind me. My heart began to race; my mind was in a frenzy: what could be the possible source?

As if on cue, the answer revealed itself from the bushes. It was a wolf. Startled, I let loose a high-pitched shriek. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins when the ferocious animal howled and took a leap towards me.

Feeling hopeless and dejected, I closed my eyes and placed my hands by my side, ready to embrace death. Nothing came. In an attempt to understand the scenario, I took a peek. My eyes widened when I witnessed my elder brother wrestling with the fierce creature. He had actually intervened the overgrown-canine's mid-air assault and risked his life in the process. If the carnivore were to feed on him...

Anguish dominated my body- I had already lost my parents, I could not lose my last kin. I was pondering on my next course of action when a shout from my brother broke my train of thoughts.

"Don't just stand there! Do something!"

I jolted and scanned the ground. My eyes were furrowed for the darkness of the night hindered my search; clammy hands were cast around in quest of a potential weapon, but of no avail. The pants of the prey seemed to grow heavier over time, signaling his exhaustion and perhaps, the end of our lives. Desperation hung heavily in the air. When all hope seemed to have lost, the clouds moved away, letting rays of the moon
hit the earth and revealed an axe. Without hestiation, I grabbed hold of it and scurried over to male in distress. I handed him the lethal weapon and he chopped off the predator's head. The decapitated struggled for awhile before it stopped moving. The ordeal was finally over.

Face tainted with a tinge of blood, he looked up at me with a pair of concerned eyes. "Are you okay?" he inquired. I nodded and felt elated for once in the day.

Jubilantly, I held out my hand to him and he took it. Then, he ruffled my hair with the other hand. "Don't go missing again." My heart swelled in happiness at that statement as it dawned to me that I was not alone at all.

Hands still interlinked, we took a stroll back home. I still had my beloved brother, I was not alone in the world. I was no longer in despair.

An essay on "Creation"

2009-10-03T07:58:00.000-07:00

Creation

For years, there was an epidemic causing sufferings and havoc in its wake. Raging fear into even the most healthiest of people, this unstoppable force could move even an immovable object. It was a minor virus initially, but somehow, it had managed to mutate into something lethal. The virus was like a pack of hyenas- dangerous, never alone, feeds on its own kind and had a common cunning characteristic: a natural ability to stay undetected until upon further inspection. Infected individuals carry them without knowing and pass on the deadly virus to unwilling souls. The indisposed, after a fortnight, will inevitably experience an excruciating pain in the lower abdomen. Whilst the damsels in distress toss and turns, clutching their bellies, screaming in agony, the virus makes its presence known by colouring the stomach coral blue. Within seconds, the suffering victim would kick the bucket. Due to that very fact, it was given the name: "The Siren's Call". There was no known cure yet- the existence of mankind was dubious. Until one day...

"Okay, here we go," I mumbled to myself. I put on a pair of white rubber gloves and they tightened around my wrists with a resounding snap. Then, I started to prepare the necessary for my experiment- Apparatus, a sample of The Siren's Call and a possible cure for it. When everything was in order, I took hold of a dropper and suck in a generous amount. Beads of pespiration started to form on my forehead, "what if I fail?" I questioned myself. The survival of the entire population lay on my shoulders. The burden I bore was unavoidable, failure was not an option. The cure must be found at any cost, even if it meant sacrificing my body to it. Holding a testtube containing The Siren's Call in the other hand, I gently squeezed the potential life-saver into it. If it was to be proven successful, I would be able to change the fate of the world.

The new solution in the testtube began to bubble violently; the original dull colour(brown) turned vibrant red within seconds. My eyes widened at the astounding discovery and I grinned. It was positive. Years of hard work had not been in vain. The passive demeanour around me soon changed into a full blown scream of accomplishment. Without further ado, I sent the relevant details of my creation to the other few selected renown researchers. After a brief brainstorm session, We had decided to spread the use of the vaccination worldwide.

A few days later, I received a phone call from Doctor John. "Patients that have used your medicine have died and bled from their ears and eyes. The virus has mutated since The Siren's Call..."

Unable to deal with the outcome of my foolishness, I hung up on him.

Never did I think that a creation to save mankind could become one that eliminates them. Never did I think that a man that tried to save humanity could be created to become a killer.

"What have I created?"

A volunteered essay.

2009-09-04T13:13:00.000-07:00

Write about a time when self-doubt nearly prevented you from sweet success.

"Can I really do it?" I questioned myself as I advanced towards the centre of the stage. A sweet melody filled the hall. Holding up a microphone in my left hand, I took a deep breath before singing the music. The cheers of my peers became more frantic and I tensed at the sudden change of atmosphere. Unable to handle it, my voice cracked at the highest note. A pregnant pause followed. Then, laughter erupted from the crowd.

Face flushed with humiliation, I ran off the stage, leaving behind a trail of tears. I reached a secluded corner of the school before slumping down to weep sorrowfully. Slowly yet painfully, my mind drifted off to the time when everything started....

I was strolling down the hallway with my friends when one of them challenged me into participating in a singing competition.

"Aleskei, I have a dare for you- join this audition!" he exclaimed as he showed me a flyer with the relevant details. "Or are you a scaredy cat?" he taunted.

Never one who backed down from a challenge, I took it up. I was basking with pride when I saw the stunned look on his face. It was until later when the dreadful reality set in: I had never sung before.

It was the first day of the contest. The music room was filled with a throng of excited people. Voices of each individual reached my ears and I shuddered at the thought of having them as competitors.

"Contestant 21!" came a shout from the judges.

I jolted up from anticipation and proceeded to an auditorium. Thinking that I would undoubtely fail and get eliminated, I relaxed myself and sang to the best of my ability.

"Are you done now? asked an old lady in her sixties. I nodded and smiled ruefully at them. The ordeal would soon be over.

The judges began to communicate among themselves. Soon, a decision was made.

"You're in."

I froze, not willing to accept the fact.

"Sorry?"

"You have advanced to the finals. Congratulations."

Looking down at my feet, I dragged myself out of the place.

A few days later the results were released and everyone gave me their words of encouragement. Lady pressure began to make her presence known in my hand and I could not let everyone down. I decided to hone my singing skills.

It was the day of the final round, that was when I sang and my voice cracked.

A tap on my shoulder brought me back to my senses. I looked up, only to find faces of guilt. They were my friends'. The ba gan to apologize profusely and told me that I should not give up the audition.

I denied at first, but all of them kept insisting that I should go. After some time, I relented to their request.

I went up to the stage again, still in self doubt, lips quivering. I tried to sing the song, but I felt that I still could not do it. Out of the blue, words of encouragement were shouted out by my friends.

"We believe that you can do it!"

"Have faith in yourself"

"You have a great voice!"

"You're the winner!"

With renewed excitement and confidence, I sang the song with the notes in place. I walked down the stage and went to the dressing room to wait for the results.

"The winner of this singing competition is.......Aleskei Mustang!"

I jumped at the sound of my name, happy that I had won.

I had learnt from this experience that one should never be in self-doubt, for it could mean the lost of one's sweet success. As long as one had worked towards it, confidence is the way to go.

The Lemon Orchard.

2009-09-04T12:21:00.000-07:00

It was a great story! The plot was weaved so carefully and intelligently that every small detail reinforces the whole essay! I was so amazed that my jaw nearly dropped! Since the first time when we were asked to read the story, I overlooked those minor details. I wonder if we should consider doing that in our essays; the examiners might not capture it though.

Anyway,multi-sensory approach is the way to go. For it will help the reader to visualize what you have in mind. Just like in this story, I can totally see and feel what exactly happened! I guess this standard is what we should work towards for our O'levels.

I have also learnt the usefulness of dialouge(s)! Though I usually use about 6~9 of them in my essays, some of them, I feel, after reading this story, are redundant. Why? They don't tell the readers more about the essay! In The Lemon Orchard, even though the author only wrote about the "during" part, we all knew what happened before and going to happen. So, it can be concluded that dialouge(s) are to improve the readers understanding.

Essay done when I was sec 3

2009-08-21T15:21:00.000-07:00

- Wake-up calls -

“Thank you for your co-operation Mr. Yap, I’d hope that you would get a good sleep anytime soon. After all, you just woke up from your unconscious state- we wouldn’t want you to strain your body any further as it is now,” the man said as he pointed his index finger towards my right leg; which is immobile for the time being. The man now, shifted his finger into pointing towards the tubes connected all around my body and he continued, “Especially that you just escaped from a live-or-death situation a few hours ago miraculously,” emphasizing on the words “just” and “miraculously.” I gulped and slowly nodded my head in response. Seeing that he is happy with the response I made, he walked out of the ward.

Apparently, the one who just walked out of the room was a doctor; an extremely unpleasant one to be exact. I sigh as boredom soon overwhelmed me. I began looking around my surroundings- hoping to find something entertaining. I wouldn’t even mind if it’s something childish; as long as it releases me from the boredom I am experiencing now, I am absolutely fine with it. After scanning around the four white-painted walls a few times, I sigh for the second time for the day as there’s nothing that catches any of my attention.

“Nothing in particular,” I mumbled as I cast a glance towards my right leg, then to my bandaged arms. I almost immediately regretted looking at them as memories of the accident started to flow through my mind….

Everything started when I met in a minor accident, where I was knocked down by a car and my leg was being ran over by it- causing some bone fractures. I was soon sent to the hospital to get my leg fixed. The driver, who knocked me down, drove away without doing anything- causing this to be a “hit-and-run” case. At this point, you might think that I am really unlucky, but wait till you see the next part.

I was at the hospital, on the stretcher, being push by nurses who were accompanied by a doctor at a corridor. Out of the blue, explosions were heard, screams and alarm sirens came soon afterwards. The people around me started to panic and ran for their own lives- leaving me alone to fend off for myself. “Despicable people” was what I thought at that time. I actually wanted to lie on the stretcher and wait for help to come. But I immediately shook that thought away when ceilings of the hospital started to crumble.

I struggled down the stretcher and headed towards a nearby chair where there was a crutched lying on it. On my way towards the chair, another explosion occurred near me and pieces of the walls flew towards my direction. I placed my hands up in front of my face in a defensive manner acting solely on my instincts. I winced in pain as pieces of the broken wall started to collide against my hands. But my determination to reach the spot didn’t waver at all- I continued to crawl towards the chair.

“Finally,” I thought as I reached it. But due to the fractured bone on my leg, and the bruises on my hands, I couldn’t reach the crutched at all; as it was placed on top. All hope seems to have lost until a hand appeared with a crutched in front of me. I look up to see a familiar and concerned face looking at me.

“Let’s get out of here together,” He said while reaching his hand out to me. I was about to let myself drown into tears but I stopped myself from doing so pride was in the way. “Can you stand up?” he asked. I actually wanted to say no, but pride got into my way once again and I didn’t particularly like to burden others with myself, so, I weakly nodded. Determination filled my eyes yet again as I place the crutched under my arm and placed my other hand on the wall for support. After I had successfully stood up, my breathing had become irregular as forcing myself to stand up with two injured arms and one fractured leg had taken the toil out of me.

I was about to congratulate myself but my knees gave in before I could do it. “Oh no!” I thought as I embraced myself for the impact. Yet nothing came, no pain, no nothing. “Am I dead yet?” I thought, “Maybe I am…” I silently answered. And I began to relax myself thinking that I am dead. But my theory was proven otherwise when I was roughly shook awake.

“Wake up! It’s not the time to be sleeping here!” He exclaimed. It was then I realized that, he caught me before I fall; I ought to thank him for it. But he hushed me before I could even pronounce the first syllable He placed my arm over his shoulders to support me. As we walked through the hospital together, bloods, dead bodies could be seen everywhere. I crinkled my nose in disgust, to the gruesome sight as well as the strong metallic smell of the blood. Even though my partner’s face wasn’t in sight at that time, I could feel that, he too, was doing the same thing.

As we reached the last corner of a corridor, we found main entrance of the hospital, in other words, an exit. The frowns on our face turned upside down as we limped towards our destination together. But lady luck wasn’t smiling at us at that time, another explosion occurred and a big boulder came running down at our direction. My partner pushed me out of the way and was squashed by the boulder. I gasped in horror and I hurried my way to him, wanting to help him. But all he did was to yell at me, “GET OUT OF HERE, DON’T BOTHER ABOUT ME! I PROMISED THAT I WOULD BE FINE! THE EXIT IS RIGHT OVER THERE!”

I hesitated at first, but seeing that he risked his life for my safety, I turned my head towards the exit. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I began limping. My sight soon became blurred which cause me to trip over something hard. I tried to get up, but my limbs were already at their limit. I slammed my fist on the floor; sobbing, thinking that he wasted his life for nothing. I heard footsteps running towards my direction and a hoarse voice came shouting afterwards, “save him first!” I knew what exactly happened then- he sacrificed his life for me. I wanted to protest but I was too weak to do so. “no…” was what I mouthed out before falling into oblivion.

I was bombarded with questions by reporters as soon as I woke up. I thought I was going to faint yet again due to dizziness. Luckily, the nurses shooed them away in the nick of time, saving me from “sleeping” again. After awhile, police came in, and interrogated me. It was then; I realized that my partner didn’t survive the accident. Feelings of guiltiness and sadness soon came over me, and I started to whimper. The police comforted me by gently tapping my back, saying that it’s okay to cry. And I did as he said, I cried. He left the room and said that he would be back by tomorrow morning as soon as he was sure that I am all right by myself.

After awhile, I slapped myself, thinking that I shouldn’t be mourning over his death. Instead, I should be thinking about how I am going to treasure my life from now onwards- so that his life won’t be wasted. Talk about mood swings. Then the doctor came in and did physical check-ups on me and left soon after it. After that, here I was, recalling about the situation that happened today.

I look up at the ceiling and felt stupid all of the sudden. “Why didn’t I think of this in the first place?!” I hit myself in the head whilst looking at the television hanging in the air. I quickly reach my hand out to a drawer beside me, and took a controller from it. I switched the television on, only to see news on the bombing accidents earlier on.

It’s about the government taking preventive measures, so that there won’t be such cases happening again. “They are finally taking actions! I guess the bombings are the wake up call for our nation.” “Although it’s a bit too late for that,” I sadly added.

Anyway, guess how is the savior related to me? He is my half-blood brother, whom I always bullied when he was alive. Yet he still intended to visit and saved me in exchange for his life when I was in the hospital. I sigh. I silently decided to treasure my kinship with the other family members while they are alive. I chuckled at myself at that thought.

I guess it’s not only the nation who received the wake-up call…..

Thoughts.

2009-08-14T13:14:00.000-07:00

Eight months has past since I graduated from secondary 3 to 4. Looking back at the route I had chosen and taken, it revealed that time really flies. With traces of imprinted footsteps- some deep, some shallow- marked my journey, I felt that I had done alot, yet ironically at that same time, I didn't do enough.

Sometimes I do wonder: if the memories now would be treated as a distant past in the future, or would it stay vividly in my mind? When exactly will the rain come?

Rain, to me, is a mark of the new day as each of the massive amount of tiny droplets will fall carelessly from the sky to the ground level. The rain would always seem to cleanse the environment, chasing all dullness and fatigue away, and that is why I would call the rain my harbinger of freshness. Yet at the same time, it is a sign of a challenge(s) as it washes off the footsteps of the travelers.

Some, would continue the journey as if it is nothing while fighting off them. Some, without any sense of direction, might be lost in the depths of a forest, vulnerable to the beasts that lurk in it. Worst of all, some, who never had gotten any chance to plant his/her shoes on the soil...

Which one of the travelers will I be? Will I be able to take up the challengers? When will the rain come...?

Japan trip

2009-07-26T09:24:00.000-07:00

I finally found my thumbdrive which stores ALL my photos and videos in Japan. There are about 900 of them, so I will just put a little. :)

English essay- special place.

2009-07-06T20:48:00.000-07:00

Opening the brownish wooden door, one would find him or herself gaping in horror at the horrendous sight presented: broken tables and chairs scattered across the room, posters were on the verge of being peeled off at the slighest breeze of the wind, sheets of paper with scribbled patches of blue and black covered the white marble floor, the once-abused inkless pens were thrown carelessly into the midst of the mess, walls were vandalized with a plethora of colourful words; there will have two particular words that would outshine the rest, one that will catch one's attention- carpe diem, seize the day. This is the place where I felt numerous emotions, ranging from crestfallen to elate to abhor; A place where I had, dare I say, tons of intriguing memories that are unparalleled to say the least, and most importantly, it was where I have matured. However, much to my dismay, no one seem to bother about it. Nevertheless, behold, this is the abandoned specialized room for the "rational peeps"(name of the school's debate club).

It is basically like a santuary to me, a warded place that cleanses all worries and hurt. The club teacher, Mr. Debato, was always found in this unit. Whenever we had problems of our own, be it academically or emotionally, he would be our number one consultant. As, unlike the other teachers who shunned us away with a wave of hand, he would embrace us with a reassuring hug, then, provide a listening ear and finally, good advices that would solve our problems- effectively freeing us from our torments and making our day.

This is also where I had grown up, thanks to Mr. Walkytalk. He was the one who had enlightened us with a diversity of values and virtues- one that he always emphasized was "carpe diem". I can still distinctively remember how he did lectured to us about it: holding up a white chalk in his hands, he wrote the phrase with vigor and told us a story of himself where he had apparently missed the only chance to chase his dreams. That very lesson inspired me and contributed to me at grasping all awaiting opportunities- fulfilling my once boring life and cultivated me into an adult.

If one were to walk further into the room, he or she would be able to spot a window right at the corner. Glancing through it, a beautiful scene, almost like a painting, can be seen(especially at dusk/dawn): A crimson orange-red globe sets itself on the sky, shining its UV rays over the flora and fauna; birds of various shape and sizes flew across the horizon; black mobs of hair(children) could be spotted at the playground. And if one were to slide the glass open, his or her ears would detect the perfect harmonization from the hustle and bustle: the rustling of leaves, whooshing of the wind, wild crescendo of ambulance sirens(there is a hospital just across the road), laughters of little children and the chirping of birds. Little did they know that these were all illusions to hide one from the agnonizing truth.

Turning his or her head away to the left, scanning across the room, a huge photo displaying the last batch of members of the rational peeps could be distinguished hanging half-heartedly on the wall. If one were to glance at it, one should be able to recognize me(the shortest one) with no diffuculties among the crowd. A thought would suddenly come to his or her mind, "they seem to be happy", for the members, like bobcats, grinned from ear to ear, eyes wide in excitment, arms across each other shoulders. But if one would to scrutinize it with a purpose, they would see the frown that was drawn on my face. I wonder if anyone had thought of this- "Are they all still happy now?"

Want to know why the club dispersed? All of them met in a car accident on the way home from the national tournament, I was the only survivor. Who says that a special place to one could only consist of happy memories?

This is the first time I attempted this kind of essay. So be kind with the "reviews"( If your thinking about giving one), if possible, grade my essay (??/30). Oh ya, haven't edit yet :P

2009-06-25T05:07:00.001-07:00

Queen of the Night.

2009-06-22T08:08:00.001-07:00

Oh goodie, people like them inspires me to sing countertenor!

Spem in alium

2009-06-12T02:18:00.000-07:00

This song has 40 parts! Awesomeness

Ombra Mai Fu

2009-06-10T07:11:00.000-07:00

This is a must listen! It's really nice and soothing, one of my favourite songs! ANd the singer is a HE!

Singapore Poly's experience!

2009-06-09T01:37:00.000-07:00

I definiately did not regret signing up to go for this SP's experience! I had lots of fun there, especially when experiencing first-hand the course(physcology and drama) I was attracted to! We did quite a number of activities; started out with self-introduction, then the whoosh, boink, zap, googlicious game, wave wave splash(or was it something else) and lastly, a 'lesson' on physcology where we targeted social norms who loves to copy- It involves being told a non-fiction situation, and were were to conclude if the person is happy or not, and we have to display everything( life of the person) in our acting, in our freeze-frame. Freeze frame is basically like a photo, we would be stucked in our situation and only moved and talked only when we were tapped.

Of course, I did well in all the games- I won the wave wave splash game and felt that I acted well on the last one. It was fun, especially when you were grouped with a bunch of, dare I say, crazy girls who were really out-going, and I went crazy with all of them( or so someone says), screaming and laughing while dicussing on how we were to act.

We also went for this concert. I wasn't keen with the idea of attending some concert of a person I do not know of, but I later changed my mind when it happened. The DJ had a great sense of humour, unlike the other MCees who only gave cold jokes. He made me laugh and scream all the way, with the performances, untill this duo who rap took the stage- the thinner one wasn't good, halting my mood from getting any higher and instead, dropped. Of course, that was just a minor part of the show, so I guess it was okay. I gradually got backed the feeling once more after..

We went to have dinner afterwards, and that's all.

Choir

2009-06-04T05:55:00.000-07:00

For some reason, I suddenly have this urge to write about this, not sure why though, it is now nearing midnight. Seriously, I have given some thoughts about this, whether to go for the last two practices during june holidays as required, or to just go to pratices when I had the time. If I let my body take over my mind, it will definitely choose the latter. But there's one little problem I have here: How exactly do I define if I had the time or not?

O'lvls are nearing, that's for sure. How much time do I exactly have left? Before we sang for our SYF, I told myself, that I would spend all my time on choir, that I would raise our standard to the next level and after that, I let go. That's the way in life, isn't it? Like what one of my friend says, this choir I have here, is merely a part of my secondary school life, my life doesn't just end here; I will have to report to another school, join new clubs. make new friends. And in order to acheive this, I have to let go of this burden I have here, and carry another burden.

And now what? The current members are either over relying on the graduating seniors or having second thoughts on joining this CCA, that the whole choir collapses. To be honest, I have foreseen this soon-to-be tradegy already, I have noticed the way the choir sang when one or two good ones are missing, the volume a whole bunch made that equals to one, and the efforts put into singing. I have already voiced my thoughts regarding this issues long before the SYF. It was somehow neglected, I suppose. The others somehow thought that the choir could survive just because we took in alot of male singers this year; it is not entirely about the numbers, it's more of the passion, the willingness to work.

It's not that I don't want to sing in zhenghua choir anymore, it is just that, that one exam that determines my future is just within a few months! I know I did not do well for the chinese paper, which just adds up to the why-I-shouldn't-go-choir list. Doesn't it? I have already serviced myself selflessly the moment I stepped into choir- planning stuffs, making it happen.. And as a result, my results dropped, my mid-year was a disaster. L1R5- 28; Where can I exactly go? And I thought I could apply for direct admission with my results....

Luigi has explained the other side of the story to me, that Mr.Chen wanted to present the very same silver choir on stage to the others, to show that what we sang isn't a fluke, choir isn't just some sing-song CCA and that we are good. I know his intentions, I understand, I support his decisions, for I know he is wise. That's why I suppose I will go for those practices as per required.

For the remaining ones, allow me to be selfish for once, I will only go when I am statisfied with my progress. This june holiday, I suppose, is one of the most important months of my school life. I will make sure that I do not regret, that I do not live in agony just because I helped my CCA to get that short amount of glory. I mean, think about it, the secondary 4s come back and assisted the choir, then? Attract new members? Make people gape in awe? And after that, what? The secondary 4's leave, and everything collapses AGAIN. And what's the price the sec 4s gave?

I may sound to be over exaggerating now, but what can I say? Every single minute is precious, and not to forget, the activity we are doing requires minutes after minutes everyday. It may sound little, but what if we sum all the little minutes here and there?

The juniors might feel that I am some jerk now, thinking that I am bullshitting and have just lost passion in singing. That I do not blame you, I used to think the same too, "if the seniors really liked choir, they should have gone at every opportunity". Now that I am in their shoes, am the senior, I am finally able to comprehend their situation; I felt the steadily growing tension, be it in the classroom, across the level, or even between schools the competition is fierce; and therefore I should not diverge my attention, I could not afford to be. I am not asking sympathies, just understanding would do. For I know, you guys will know it in due amount of time.....

O'lvl chinese

2009-06-03T05:11:00.000-07:00

Everything, was just not what I have expected. The moment I read the questions in paper 1, I was filled with joy; we had studied for the correct sub-topics! Jackpot! Not only that, letter writing was a piece of cake too, I was able to analyze the question and write out all the eight points for content, I was confident of myself, confident to acheive an A. I went to look for Ms Soh and we celebrated, everything, everything was within my grasp when it happened...

Paper 2 officially ended, and Ms Soh called for a class meeting. Telling us that upon further inspection of the question, she found out that if we write the composition the usual way we did, we are definitely out of point. That shot me HARD. Needless to say, I was one of the idiots who stupidly just write the composition without even knowing the what they are looking for. And I thought all my efforts were worth it, I celebrated with myself, flashing smiles to everyone, hoping them to get good grades "too".

Now? Everything is turning upside down, seriously, I don't feel like studying chinese anymore, I guess I will just have to rely on the other subjects. Definitely have to work doubly the hard, though I am not sure if it is all worth it or not....I AM a dimwit

2009-06-03T05:09:00.000-07:00

To say that I was shocked was definitely under-rated. Never in my whole life would I expect myself to score a distinction in english! And I thought that I would not do good at all; I had neither complete my essay and letter writing in paper 1 and had written out of point(or so the examiner comments; I kind of argee too though). Yet I still scored pretty average for each papers: 18marks.

That's not it. I had scored 40/50 for my paper 2! I also screamed out in happiness, to say the truth. I still remember vividly that very day I received my paper 2 last year. "Poh Heng, 17 and a half". I was crestfallen then, but now, a change in emotion 180 degrees.

I am still able distinctly the face my friend, Sean, gave when we finally got hold of our results. He did great in paper 1, I have to admit, but his paper 2, I have to say, is below average(no offense). It is the main thing that pulled him down, quite sad though, he could have topped and won.

However, I think it is not time to be happy yet, in terms of ranking, I dropped. Marks, I improved. Which is actually good though it proves that others are moving at a faster pace. I do that hope my standards would not drop over time, or I will suicide. A moment of glory cannot overtake the feeling of embarassment afterwards...especially when your high up and the next minute, falling into oblivion.

P.S. I kind of feel that the paper is giving out the wrong signals, false hope.

English Paper 1 and 2

2009-05-04T00:28:00.001-07:00

It was a disaster, today is. I knew it from the beggining- with my actively jumping eyelids. I messed up my letter writing; knowing that I need more time for my composition writing, I rushed my letter writing, missing out numerous points(DETAILS), And all in all, I did not finish my composition! I mean, I managed too, but abruptly. "10 more minutes" and I steered my plot towards the ending ASAP. Oh boy, I know I am going to get it when the papers are finished being marked, the moment paper 1 officially ended.

Paper 2 was good I guess. Abit boring though, I managed to finish it within 1 hour, I re-checked my answer scripts a few times before slamming my arms on the table, using it as a cushion for my head while I asked silently why didn't the times for the two papers merged into one? That way, I could finish everything. I didn't managed to find all the 15 points- or so I thought.

Well, I guess, I flunk this paper already. I bet it is at most a B4. -inserts sad face-

Sick

2009-04-22T23:03:00.000-07:00

This, can be said to be one of my most serious illness I ever had. This high fever that I was inflicted with, is untolerable. I am still plague with the idea of carrying it- it is so high that any surface I come in contact with, will turn hot in a few seconds. The effect is rather instantaneous: I could feel the heat from my body being transferred away! Yes. FEEL, not a pleasant feeling at all. What's more is that gushes of chilly waves will peridoally travel through my body. So it's either extreme hotness or coldness. The air-con in my room didn't help with the "warmth" I felt, if anything, it only made me uncomfortable.

In addition to the fever, coughing could be said as an obstacle too. The coughing sometimes get so serious that I could feel my stomach churning and I would vomit. My constantly abused voice, could be said to sound rugged now. Lucky that SYF is over, if not I am sure that I am not allowed to be on stage in my present health condition.

To be honest, it has been years since I last fell sick. I couldn't just suddenly be infected by such serious sickness right? Also, on tuesday, 18 teachers were said to be on MC. I wonder if there's any link between me, falling and the teachers too? What's the cause? Global warming? Okay, that sounded stupid. Still, I can't help but to think that there must be something that is going around. (sure, Mr Dectective)

2009-04-17T10:25:00.000-07:00

It was a tear-jerking news, really. Especially when you know that you are on the verge of getting a cop on the previous attempt and now "upgraded" to silver! All the effort we have put into the training have not been in waste and I hope, will continue it's way for eternity.

For choir members: I do hope that you guys wouldn't be complacent now and start slacking! I know you guys can do it! You too right? Jiayous and aim for gold for the next SYF! I have my faith in you!

I woke up quite early( about 3.00am) and occupied myself with the computer. Ah, the joy of technology. I mentioned this in my previous post, but I will just say this again: Choirs doesn't really sound good in the mornings( the voices haven't fully warmed up yet), that's why I woke up that early, so that my voice could be more prepared than the other. Although It is nothing for me, I mean, I do have this habit of waking up that early already, so yes, nothing much.

I still remember vividly the scene when I cried in the morning. I was just thinking through the possibility of singing in front of the school the National Anthem( Majulah Singapura), then came with the thoughts that it would be the last time that I will be singing with them as a whole. After that, came the "stepping-down-from-choir-after-SYF" thoughts. You know, all the sad stuffs, then I cried. I saw my extremely red eyes before I leave for school. Wonder why none of them took notice of them( have to thank the surroundings, I guess!).

Because I know it's the last time when I will officially sing with them, I got hold of my camera and started snapping random shots everywhere. Most of them were shy, so I only got a mob of black hair for a "face". What selfish people. However, that is not the worst thing it has happened to me, the horrible thing is that luigi caused me to drop my camera and it is spoilt now. Great, there goes my snapping streaks. We tried to do emergency treatments on the fallen camera. It did not recover, the impact was too great.

When we started doing our final practice in school, our instructor, Mr. Chen, made the altos run around the school one time- they sounded sluggish. Mr Lim was there when our instructor shouted them to move, it was so embarassing, letting him witness a scene like that. After the altos were back, we performed for Mr.Lim and received good comments on our singing- saying that there is a distinct difference between 2 years ago and now. I was on cloud nine then.

So, I was on a bus when I heard this great news: That our sounds were heard when we sang Majulah Singapura and You Raise Me Up, and was described as an angelic voice. The one that pierced through the walls of the school.

Note: We canceled our plans on singing infront of the school due to the lack of time to prepare. How disappointing.

I am still able to recall the feeling when I sang on stage. It was, nerve-wrecking. Knowing that we only have 6 baritones( comparing to others, I can safely say that we have the least amount of guys), we might just be too soft. I am still able to feel myself in the middle of the stage( I was suppose to stand in the middle), looking up at the judges( all the half-bald white hair uncles and aunties...opps), and waiting for our singing to be assessed with. Honestly, I was really terrified then: What if we are not good enough? But no, we did good enough to get a silver! And then, unknowningly, we finished our three songs. And I was like, "that's all?!?, after so many days of training and practicing, all we did only sums up to that few minutes?!?". It was basically the sense of empty-ness, like what Mdm ho had said. The other choirs after us were quite average except for one: they had done it flawlessly well. I was impressed, the others too, I believe. Kasa Kasa( claps) and "O-leh-WARH", doonstu.

We were chased out from VCH and immediately travelled back to school. Took some group photos and changed back into the normal wear( this is when my camera fell). Had lots of fun. We were told that we could stay back to receive our results at 6pm. Having the assurance we have more than enough time to get back to school, me and my group of friends when out to eat. When we came back, we had nothing to do, so we started making our own songs. It sounded awesome, at least, to my ears. And I still love the part where I sing "Siiiil..VER~~". Yes we were singing silver in hopes of it becoming true. Just to let you guys know, I sang the highest note in our composed songs, and when I attempted to go higher, the others covered their ears( It was too powerful and sharp for them, and of course, I was using my falsetto). We also have our own mixed versions of the pieces we sang in our SYF, it was fun, to sing in this relaxed form.

I unintentionally scared my jie(kimberly) when I went into the room to search for my water bottle. They were sharing ghost stories then, and the room was pitched dark. I switched on my torchlight and placed it under my chin, letting it shoot upwards. It creates the "I-have-the-hollow-face" effect which looks as if you have no sockets and stuff. And a scream came towards my direction( My jie's), she asked me not to do that- I guess she was too scared then, I meant, she went out to cry one time when she was unable to take it.

We went down near blue room and waited for the news. When Mdm Ho took the call, it seems like she took ages before telling us the news. She tricked us by getting into this posture that "Uh-oh, this is not to be expected( in a bad way)" and walked towards us "dragging" her feets. "Choir..." she said, and everyone went silent. There was a deafening silent when she came again.."We've got COP..". And a second later,"no la, we've GOT SILVER!!" She exclaimed as we all cheered with our entire being. I was stunned then, still not able to take the fact that we got silver, so I went into this mode of "we get silver, we get silver, we g...". And then it gets happier and happier when I suddenly let out tears of joy from the floodgates. It was really embarassing, crying like that in front of friends, at least I am not the only one- quite a number cried. We hanged out for dinner awhile later and went home straight after that. This could be said, as the best day of my life!

P.S. :NO photos thanks to YOU-KNOW-WHO
P.S.2 : I told you that it would be long

Early birds catches the worms

2009-04-13T14:49:00.000-07:00

Somewhere during the near end of choir yesterday, our instructor told us something though-action provoking- that MayFlower secondary CHOIR members have started waking up as early as 4:30am in the morning so that they can sing better later on. Then Mdm Ho ask if we need this kind of treatment( Some choirs sounds EEeee in the mornings), he said yes. But that doesn't mean that they enforced this rule of waking up at 4:30am to us, it was just a piece of information to push us.

But no, some of my juniors took it serious and asked if I could wake them up at that time and treat(treated) me bubbletea if I consent. Well, I just finished sending the alarm signals, but they show no sign of responding( Lazy people). For me? It's quite normal, because I ALWAYS wake up at this time. For homework. It's great, doing it at night- serene and calm(it's raining) and all that. There's a con to it though( and no, it is not the lacking of sleep, I sleep earlier than the others): What happens if you need more time than 1hr 30mins? Oh the horror! It has happened to me before, but nothing serious.

SYF is just round the corner and I can't helped but to progressively improving my singing..I really hope that nothing could go wrong on that day, I really don't. Seeing that band(gold) and dance(silver) acheived good results, I can't help but to think that what if the choir doesn't? It's mortifying. Then again, I HAVE been practicing whenever I have the chance, but the most standard practice schedule is when I walked to school; It get rids of my boreness and it's fun- what else would I bargain for? I hope that everyone does the same with their singing! Or I personally swear to haunt you forever...-touches wood-. Haha, JYJY

Stress

2009-04-07T05:15:00.000-07:00

In the early years of my secondary school life, I always appear to be sloppy without worries nor stress( or so someone says), and yet did good in my studies- I managed to get into 4e2 without studying( It is sheer luck, I promise!). But now, I can't be proud and announce that I wouldn't study at all, it's all coming down at me, all in one full wave: the workload I have procrastinated, the heavy sec 4 topics. It is not just a game of luck anymore, it is a match of competence with all the other graduating students- to see who could strive further and reach the spots they want.

The coming of SYF did not helped much in my academic situation either, but that doesn't mean that I am blaming it; I chose choir in the first place no? My choice, my set of responsibilities. Though I can't help but to wish that SYF could end earlier, so that I could really focus on my studies. That situation, however, might get rid of choir's chance to get a silver, so I'd really prolong my torture for awhile rather than missing my last chance. Right?

"A student leader is someone who manages both his academic and CCA well," that's what I have heard somewhere and have forgotten the source. I guess I should really plan my daily activities well, so that I could maximise my input instead of wasting meaningless time with my nonsensical stuffs( and that excludes blogging, it is suppose to improve my english).

Anyway, Ms Soh, noticed how "hardworking" her class is, decided to force upon them to start memorising phrases and structures. Which is a good thing, I guess. Being lazy for too long makes me "forget" about how to work hard. Blessing in disguise? I guess.

P.s. Running out of time here, so the things I say get's shorter and shorter :P

It's been awhile...

2009-04-04T00:42:00.000-07:00

It suddenly dawned to me that I have not written any blog entries since the March holiday ended. Why? That's the first question I asked myself. Recalling the things I have done for the past few weeks, I came up with the conclusion that my tight schedule, as well as the breakdown of my laptop discontinued my blogging streak. Now that I am up back writing, I have decided to re-dominate the multiply website again with my cheesy lines, hoping to once again improve my not-so-perfect english along with my brain. I just have this feeling that I have not been thinking as much as before: my focus gradually slips away whenever I tried to enforce it to a task. Hell, I even felt drowsy during some lessons! My friends told me that it was the heat( they almost slept too), however, I personally feel that the heat should not be a pretext used for our unresponsible behaviour- I am guilty of not sleeping as much as I should.

At the same time, I can't deny that I derserve some sympathy from the others too; SYF( Singapore Youth Festival) is just round the corner and I can't help but to be haunted by this suffocating air around me. Chest tightens whenever I think of the date: 17th August. It is not just a day when I sing and that's it. It's the day where we show to the whole school that choir can do something too. A day where everyone has been working forward, and the day where I will officially step down from choir, the day of my last performance. It saddens me to say that we would not be together after that, I know I can visit them from time to time, but that would only make me feel worst( I believe), as I would not be able to sing with them anymore. I just hope that I could walk away this school basking with proud and joy that I was once in this choir. It's disheatening but I have to say this, even my optimism has it own limits. Sometimes I just can't help but to feel that there is no sense of urgency in the choir; they still appear to be sloppy and slacking whenever possible, even defiance when scolded( for some).

Still, I can't bring my heart to let them go. I am used to do all stuffs for choir, who would accomplish them when I am not around? Will the said person do good with his/her new job? Also, who would help the baritones now? They have not reach up to the standard to lead yet and it's a long way to go. Perhaps inducing them with harsh situations will help tighten them up, but what if they are not resilient enough? Would they let go of the responsibilty? I have heard that a few of the seniors in choir had entertained thoughts about letting go after SYF and are still entertaining with it. What would happen to choir in the future? How I wish to foresee it now, so that I could get rid of the problems.

The only thing that I can find comfort in, is the presence of our instructor, Mr Chen, as well as the teachers-in-charge. I know they would not give up on choir easily, and will do anything to halt choir's ultimate demise. They will hold on to it, that I am sure. But are they able to hold it well? Afterall, it's not their choice that choir will be there, instead, it's the students choice. Sure, the adults can do alot of stuff, but what if the members are bend on quitting, what can they do? Nothing. So many things I want to prevent, yet as powerless as I am, I could only hope for the best. I feel so pathetic now. Time flies when you enjoy, that I finally understood, Deep in regret now as I failed to see it and cherish every moment, I guess that's what you will get when you take everything for granted. Absolute regrets: why didn't I do that in the first place?

Sorry for such an emotional post for my comeback, I just can't help it; just like many things I life.

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2009-03-24T16:58:00.000-07:00

Holidays coming to an end.

2009-03-21T04:31:00.000-07:00

Guess what? The word "holiday" in my dictionary has a new meaning after experiencing an "eventful" week. Holiday- A torturous period of time for students. As it is a pretext the teachers use to mount students with huge piles of homework and expects them to be done by the end of our holidays. That is one gigantic reason why I hate holidays, isn't holidays suppose to mean a break from school? With the workloads we have, I reckoned that we could even get any breathing space. And if we don't do something about it, we would be constantly plague with the thoughts of the after-effects of procrastination, which prevents us from fully enjoying ourselves. It is not fair.

Sometimes, I would rather that we don't have holidays at all; as it is just an empty shell with shiny surface. Sure, it sounds good, and I mean REALLY good: no need to attend school for a week, more hang-outs, more sleeping time, less stress. But, I was finally enlightened with the voidness of the word "holiday". It's just like wishing Santa Clause to give presents to give good children during christmas, it would never be what it is, you and I know it. It's just like me being sucked from my own fantasy into another's which are filled with witches, wolves, stepmothers...etc. The defination of true horror. Suicidal I guess.

If your thinking that I am acting like some drama king, well, I would say that you should go away. Go back to that shallow world of yours and pretend to see no nothing, go act high-and-mighty as you are able to handle it well, go on believing that Santa will come knocking to your house one day( because you have no chimey) and just, go away. Obviously, this is not for you, not meant for you. For one, you haven't experience anything like this at all. So why brag about how well you manage your holiday? Enjoy looking at people suffer? Your sick. Mentally.

I guess this is the end for my ramblings. Feels so good after writing it all out. Smiles. Hope that you guys out there are doing fine.

Sports day and the after thats...

2009-03-13T12:33:00.000-07:00

The sports day was rather enjoyable initially; people with high morales constantly screaming and shouting, making me follow their lead. My friends and I went to "cheers" before the event starts to buy snacks for our little picnic, which in sum, costs $21! Don't bother ask how much I spent, I am NOT telling you, but the crackers sort of pushed up my morale too. Just to let you guys know, our little picnic lasts for the whole entire sports day, I even threw away the left overs. Why? We did not have enough water supply, the crackers we have made our throats dry, try eating a few huge packets in less than 4 hours with only one small bottle with you while constantly screaming. We didn't planned the picnic well enough.

Anyway, as I was saying the sports day was fun in the beginning, however, as time passed by, the morale gradually decreases and I was bored to death. I even subconsciously close my eyes to sleep. My friends were in their laid-back form, leaning against the "walls", or even walk around, exploring the place- like we didn't for the past 3 years!

Anyway, the host for the event detected the demise of the morale, tried to save it by putting up artificial sounds of cheering. Which greatly amuses me to no end- to have the thoughts that some house shone in the depth of "darkness", I actually wanted to revive the morale in hawk house too, but when my friends told me that it was fake, I got embarassed, and we laughed.

Okay now comes the after thats. After the sports day ended we went to pizzahut to have our lunch. And since we were in a group of four, we bought the value package. Yum Yum. It was rather expensive, but I love it, not regretting consuming the food there. We met up with Theodora's group after that which consist of Elswyth(sorry!), Geraldine and Simin and decided that we should watch a movie together before ending the day. To my horror, the girls wanted to watch a horror movie, coming soon, after much debate and we went from CCK to Woodlands. And due to some complications, Elswyth(sorry!) have to go.

The movie they wanted to watch was "Coming soon". Which was scary as hell, I brought my jacket and used it to half-cover my eyes while I used my fingers to cover my ears. It was so scary, anyway did I mentioned that we were all below 16 except for Simin? And the movie is PG16(or something). We knew that we would fail miserably if we go in a huge group together and get the movie tickets( some of us still have the baby faces or even baby voice :P). So, we chose the mature-looking ones and made them buy the tickets.

Our first attempt did not succeed, due to the bitchy( or so someone says) accountant, wanting proves of all 7 of us, being sixteen and above. Not giving up hope, we tried again, sending out different people to the different accountant, and we got it! I wasn't include in the mission, so I did not know exactly what to say, but I know that it must be an adrenaline-flowing sitaution and we all cheered.

After that we began to plan for our next mission, the smuggling. You guys know that there's a place where they will tear the tickets before letting us go in right? We were afraid that our covers would be blown off and came up with ridiculous ideas about having the conversation on politics. Which, in the end, was not in used. But we did tried not to act childish and also managed to put up our poker-faces though, and when we were through, we jumped up in happiness and even came up with comments that "that's life!".

And guess what? It was kind of regretted the decision half-way through the movie. And I finally know why there are movies suitable for some ages. It was extremely scary, yet we managed to find laughters in the midst of the whole process. For example, me saying "the lead very stupid sia, keep going to the same place, make me scared", or the main lead, "carrying chaba( the ghost) behind his back, and ran home." It was hilarious to say the least, and it was fun. I get to scream too! And came with the conclusion that I should watch the movie even if I was scared out of my wits. (Second time watching a horror movie, first time was when I was in choir camp, watched "The grudge").

After that, when we came out of the movie theater, we walked the wrong way out and came across a sealed door. We screamed and ran. The movie more often than not, depicts a sealed area and the victim would have a no-way out, and seeing that we saw one, our minds immediately flashed back to the movie and reacted simultaniously. The front person being to scream and run first.

After that we went for window shopping and blah blah blah....went home and sleep. :)

Natalie Essay 2- Greed.

2009-03-11T06:15:00.000-07:00

Just to let you guys know, I have absolutely no idea on how to end this one. Boohoo, Natalie didn't give me any hints this time, so I think I kinda messed it all up. Warning: Sadistic lead, you have been warned!( I have always wanted to write that! xD)

Topic chosen- Greed.

Greed. What is greed? To many, it basically means a negative feeling of over-wanting things, definitely not a want; but to me, it's something essential- a must for me to survive in this cold cruel lonely world.

When I was ten, I was coveted by my parents very much- one little whimper from me would set them off, leading them to run hastily towards me, showering me with their utmost care and concern, questioning me as to if I was injured or feeling unwell. I took noticed of that fact and immediately used it to my advantage- whenever I felt like having the attention, I would stage a cry and the results would always be the same- they would rush towards me with worried faces. I was contended with myself then- to have the ability to make my parents come anytime I wanted them to. However, as time passed by, I did not felt the satisfaction anymore, I wanted something more and began making a lot of demands, and it worked!

But gradually, as I grew older and older, I began to lose this power. My parents would just take a glance at me and accused me of being a crybaby then carried on with their own chores. I suddenly have this surge of feeling of being unwanted and realized that I had to do something about it. And I did.

When I went to look for a teacher after school regarding an unsolved math question, I witnessed parents of Sean( a classmate of mine) having a conversation with the teacher, Mdm Tan, chatting about his disruptive behaviour in the class. A plan came into my mind and I acted it out. I began throwing paper airplanes during classes and "forgetting" to hand up homeworks, leading my teachers no choice but to ring my parents down. I was delighted at the sight of my parents looking at me again, even though it's a mere look of disappointment, but I still do. And guess what? I yearned for more.

I began playing truants in school and consuming drugs, once again, not giving my teacher any choice but to meet my parents. This time, it was more than looks of disappointment, my mom cried, kneed down, hugged me and started questioning me why I did this while my dad fumed with anger. I shrugged and gave a look of innocence, not caring what they feel but their attention.

When we got home, I screamed with happiness- reason: My dad whipped me with his black belt. The feeling of leather rubbing hard against my skin sends tingles of excitement down my spines, I cried for more, loving the time he used to spent with me. That fueled him on and he increased his pace until he was exhausted.

After he went to sleep, my mum came into my room and did first-aid on me before giving me her heart-warming embrace( she was previously locked in her room when the "punishment" began). She then cooed me to sleep while I tried to savour the warmth of her temperature; ending the day with the conclusion that I should do it more often. And I did, with the same cycle going round and round again as expected until I got bored of it. I decided to do something extreme, something that would make my parents notice me more than ever and perhaps forever. I decided to kill.

Looking at my blood-soaked hands, I grinned- happy with the fact that they could now supply me with what I want. I sat down on my bed, entertaining myself with pleasant thoughts. The door bell rang and I ran towards it with haste, not bothering to wash the stains on my hands. I frowned upon the sight of the visitors. They were the police. I was immediately handcuffed and brought to prison without a moment of hesitation.

On the way towards the destination, my parents halted the police( They ran into the middle of the road with their arms stretch) and said something( My mom begged) incoherent with them, I saw the polices shook their heads and the journey continued. I absolutely adored the way my parents gaped at me- the mixture of agony with disillusion; they have lost hope, which makes me lust for it more. I smirked, with my fingers tapping on my right thigh, wondering what should I do next- take more lives? I did not know, all I know was that I craved for more; my overwhelming desire could not discontinue this thing my heart ached for, I am messed up. Yet this greed is what kept me going...

So...how did I fair? Sad to say that I am not really confident with this one...

Mr. Wee's absence.

2009-03-05T00:09:00.000-08:00

Well, this post is dedicated to him since he wanted to know what happened when he was gone. There wasn't really anything special, we did two paper 2 tests for the first two english lessons, then went through one of them on the next and did a composition "something regretful" on the last.

But that doesn't mean that I didn't learn anything, during the time when we went through with the answers, I have learnt a few techniques from Natelie! Even though it's the same with what most of the english teacher said, the way she teach had embedded the knowledge deeply into my brain.

Also when we were doing the composition, I asked Natelie for help a few times- she didn't exactly give the answer, but she left hints for me! Which is good, figuring something out by yourself will make you remember it more clearly. I still need help with my conclusions though, I suck at them -inserts unhappy face-.

An essay- something regretfful

2009-03-03T23:22:00.000-08:00

Looking at the brownish dull mended object in my hand, I sighed. It has been three years since the fateful accident yet the horrible memories still haunted me till today. I have tried to forget about it time after time by doing all kinds kind deeds but it cannot purify my already tainted heart. After all, I am the cause of his death.....

It was on a Friday, 13th February 2009(also known to be an unlucky day), supposedly the best day of my life- the day where I celebrated my sixteen birthday. I was blindfolded then, excited by the thought of being led into an unknown place, trusting them with my safety as they guided me. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter hyper actively when my skin came in contact with cold air. Cold air, I thought and inhaled it deeply. The scent of lavender invaded my nose and I started to jump about frantically, asking them if we had reached our destination.

My friends cooed me, told me to be patient and promised me something magnificent- something that would make me drop my jaw in awe; which embarked my dreamy journey towards utopia and my expectations rose a few levels higher. After a few minutes, we were stopped by a man and was guided into another room after one of my friends had an incoherent conversation with him. The attendant left and my friends gave me permission to get rid of the piece of black cloth tied to my face.

The moment I took my blindfold off, I was stunned by the beauty of the ballroom. I knew most of them were wealthy, but not that wealthy! I took a glance at the room and then to my friends, they were grinning.

"Surprise!" They shouted instantaneously. I smiled and jumped on them thanking them profusely with tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. We parted a few minutes later and proceeded on with the party. Everything was still joyful then, until the present-giving session.

One by one, they came up to me and gave their presents- all branded, except for one. When Sean came up to me and gave me his, I flared up. It was an old brownish teddy bear. I knew his family was in need of money but I did not expect him to give me this junk. Everyone laughed and I was embarrassed. I told him off and shooed him away from the room hoping to flush the source of my unwanted emotions out. He was initially not included in this surprise(I could tell) but when I told my other friends that he was my best friend as I named out my "wants for this party" they had no choice but to include him. And now my actions of kicking him away, delighted my "friends" more than ever; they even jeered at him and assisted in pushing him away.

He screamed that that was all he could afford, that he was sorry for not working hard enough(he did part-time jobs), but I paid no heed to him. I knew he relied on me for his mental stability(his father often abuses him) and I also knew that the gift was given by his mother to him when she was still alive yet I ruthlessly got him away, even though it was not his fault at all; he even gave away his only memoirs of his mother.

After he was out of my sight, I received a few calls from him and I ignored them. Irritated after a few minutes of the non-stop calling, I took a penknife and shredded the bear into pieces, took the remains, went out and threw it all at him. He sobbed and questioned me why I did that to him, I put up my cold facade and hold up my hand- doing a universal sign that says, "talk to my hand".

He picked up his shredded pieces of bear and ran away. I felt remorseful after he left, but I shrugged it off and thought that I could apologize to him later. So, I continued with my celebration.

On the very next day, I felt deeply regretful. Reason: News headline- Unable to handle problems, a kid jumped off.

I was crestfallen, unable to make up for what I did, I tried to take my life too but stopped in the midst of the process. At that very spilt second when I was about to suicide, trains of thoughts ran through me and I hesitated. Was it the fear of dying? Or was it that it would not make a difference even if I did it or not? It would destroy all my hope of making up right? After settling my bewildered feelings, I jumped back into the platform, picked up pieces of the teddy bear, and went back home to mend it. From that moment onwards, I decided that I was indebted to him and would live with it for the rest of my life. The mended bear is the sign of my promise.

Natalie essay correction.

2009-02-25T14:20:00.000-08:00

"No, you are doing it wrong again, try adding this with that first before multiplying with this."

I glanced at my new tuition teacher, May, with puzzling and worried eyes. We had started on this math question half an hour ago and I still have not grasped the idea of the technique to solve this particular type of question. Luckily, a pair of paitient eyes met mine and I let out a sigh of relief. A few of my previous private teachers had walked out on me because of my inability to learn things quick enough and I was afraid that May might have had enough of me and walk out too. But she did not.

I studied my tutor's face while she attempted to solve the brain-wrecking question I had difficulty with. She was in her fifties and had a hairstyle that I felt was professional: Short black hair with a hint of brownish-red hat reached up to her shoulders while the tips curled towards her face. She also had a few wrinkles on her face and wore a pair of black spectacles. Overall, it gave her a feline upper class look.

"Okay, now try refering to my steps on this question and try to solve the other similiar questions," she said as she disrupted my train of thoughts."

And so I did. I tried and tried until I got the question right.

"YES!" I looked at my teacher with huge elated eyes and started hopping around the table feeling as if I was on cloud nine. My teacher did not joined me into the childishness but I knew that she was plesantly happy as she gave me a proud approving look.

The clouds dispersed when an employee of Macdonalds came to stare at me, signalling me to stop with my nonsense.

I smiled sheepishly at her and went back to my seat. Still grinning like a bobcat, I diligently finished up my work.

"And so, this session ends here. I hope you would still presevere with your work and as I said.."

"Nothing is impossible," I continued the sentence for her. She tucked all her belongings into her dull brown leather bag before leaving the area sophistaically."

I watched as she walked out of the shop and her quote rang inside my head- nothing is impossible. After a few more sessions with her, I was disapointed to say that she could not guide me anymore. She was invited to return to her hometown in America where her children would provide for her, in other words, retirement. Who could resist such an offer made? I doubt that anyone could reject. Thus, she left. For happiness.

Before she left for her flight. She wrote a letter saying only three huge elegant neatly written words- Nothing is impossible.

After she left, my mother asked me if I wanted a new teacher. I firmly said "NO". My dad tried to persuade me to have one by pointing out my previous atrocious results and added that it would affect my overall O'level results this year. I shook my head, " I want to be independant, I want to acheive goals for myself, nothing is impossible!" From that moment onwards, they never asked if I wanted a teacher.

Remembering her words of wisdom, I worked hard for my O'levels, never once having the urge to stop as "Nothing is impossible."

On the day of the examination, I walked into the room with my head sunk low to revise the math and walked out with my head held high, not wondering about how badly I have done but how good I will score.

Then, on the day of the release of the results, I screamed for the second time of my life; my first time was when I scored F9 for my results. Reason: Math- A2. Never would I dreamt about having distinction for my math exams and I clutched the paper while tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I chanted. "Nothing is impossible.."

If I had not listen to May's advice, I would have become the only black sheep in the family; my siblings were all top-scorers in their classes which would prove to be embarassing and disheartening. And now, I am able to take up the course I like in poly. The advice, I believe, had etched itself strongly into my heart and would help me now and years to come.....

Coincidence, perhaps

2009-02-22T23:19:00.000-08:00

Still remember one of my previous post regarding a newspaper article that is about rats infesting the whole Orchard road? I discovered a rat in a trashbin in my class this morning! It was a black rat; not sure about its size, but I do know that its an adult. Also not sure how it got into the bin in the first place, it was unable to climb, jump out of the holding area this morning when I first saw it. I would believe that it fell from the ceiling and dropped straight into the bin and got trapped. Out of amazement, I videoed the rat for awhile, wanting to it show off to my friends who did not witness the rat commotion. Of course, had really fun times having the rat around, most of the girls screamed when they first saw it which cracked me up. No, I am not sick, just that their reactions were really funny.

My fun and laughter stopped when Ms Soh came to our classroom to deposit the visualiser for later usage. Our class showed her our newest pet and she demanded us to release it back into the wild. I had a huge dissapointment then, I expected her to jump and scream and plead us to get it away from her, but no, she just have to kill my fun by liberating it. She made Pearle hold the dustbin and follow her downstairs and commenced the operation- "Rat's freedom". I did trust people to adopt more cats then to get rid of the source.

And there it ended, the rat was gone- from my sight. It ran straight into drain, and I could safely assume that it would still lurk around the school, with its extremely huge family. With their sharp teeth, preparing to get hold of any leftovers as soon as we are gone. Now that I think of it, rats are everywhere. Eew, not going to see things the way they are again. And there goes my optimism. Oh well, good day everyone! :)

Boohoo!

2009-02-21T10:00:00.000-08:00

Traumatic day.

2009-02-19T22:49:00.000-08:00

There were alot of unfortunate happenings today in my life. Not that today was the worst, but I do have to say that it still made my day miserable. It started off with the Social Studies level test we had. To finish up three SBQ questions in fourty-five minutes- Mr.Aljunied said that they were already very generous with the time given, but I still think that they were rather stingy. Maybe it is because that I have not gotten used to write long long essays fast in a long time; I eventually gave up on my neat handwriting halfway through the test and started to scribble as much words as I could to answer the questions- to obtain the maximum marks I could get. The last question was the one which triggered my atrocious writing to be revealed- it is the question which carried the most marks, the question that will show the difference between a A1 to a B4 student and it was a question that I do NOT know how to answer.

Note: I do NOT know how to answer.

Even if I had gotten the other two questions correct with full marks, which I doubt so, I would at most acheive 61%. Which is not going to be pretty when result slips are given out. Dread that very day. But on the other hand, Mr.Aljunied, finally noticing that the his classes are going to do real badly for the level test, tried to save us by giving us "bonus marks". The ultimate results aren't released yet, which would be anticipating. Luckily there's still this angelish side of him, or else I would not know what to do. Suicide? Naw, that's too stupid.

The next horrifiying event would be right after PE. When news leaked out that we are to change into our school uniforms by the end of our recesses and Mdm Tan finds Mr. Sng to finalise it. All hell broke lose. Mdm Tan, looking ever so sternly, went to our class in the midst of her own lesson, just to tell us about it- that we would be sent to the bluerooms if we hadn't change after recess and she saw it. She is one who would follow the rules very closely, so I doubt that any chances would be given. Oh poopie. Have to change into uniforms with our on-going sweating bodies now, gross. Why just can't they be flexible with it? Geez. They just have to add up to my to-do-list. What a drag...

And the final thing which is the worst of the worst, happened to me when I hang out with my choir-clique at park after the sectionals. We loitered around the playground area and was pla ying around when Luigi gave me a challenge, "how long can you stand, holding on to this thing?" Well, I am not exactly sure what it is called, but I do know that it is a pole that is stucked perpendicularly to the ground and that it has a small circular platform at the lower region of the pole to allow legs to be placed there. So to play that thing, all you have to do is to stand on the platform and hold on to the pole, and let the others spin you around.

And yes, I stupidly took the dare and stand on that torture tool and he started to spin me. It was only after a few rounds when I started to feel dizzy all over and the force around me threatened to swing me away. I grabbed hold of the pole as tightly as possible and closed my eyes forcefully and shouted them to stop. As soon as they stopped pushing, the world around me didnt seemed to turn better. Instead, it was the same as before, spinning and spinning and spinning. Unknowningly, I dropped to the floor, while still holding to that pole as if it would save my life. And of course, I even have this strong ugre to fall to the ground when I tilted my body alittle, but I fought it back. I was regaining abit of the control of myself then, but still, my body felt so heavy then, it was so scary. I tried to hold my position for a short short while before attempting to move again. The second try was easier and I was back to my feet, though supporting myself by holding on to to things. The earth didn't stopped moving though, it was as if I was a drunk man. I rested for awhile and I started being normal again. And that's the last time I would play that thing again with friends pushing me, I think.

Newspaper article

2009-02-19T00:03:00.000-08:00

Summary: Rats are infesting the whole area. Views are taken from different age groups about the matters. And that pest control efforts have increased.

What I have learnt: 1) Rats are attracted by scraps.
2) Move about in drains, pipe, skewers.
3) Love sweets
4) Average size about 12cm long
5) Not afraid of people.
6) "Migrate" if overcrowding.

My views: Rats are cute, but lethal when interacted with them. Just like polar bears. The bears could just slap your head off your body easily when their hostile towards you, but what about rats? They spread deadly diseases, plague-ing the whole city/nation with nightmares, which are 10 times worser. Just hope that they won't start their breeding campaigne in my house, or I would bring home all stray cats around my housing estate and feed them with the mouses.

Unexpected great news!

2009-02-16T23:14:00.000-08:00

Firstly, I want to say sorry to Mr. Wee that I have not did the newspaper review that I am supposed to do yesterday. I kind of forget to bring the newspaper home today and yesterday, so didn't get the chance to read it(if you take this as an excuse). I am really a forgetful person, ask my friends around me. Me misplacing things are more than often to be considered as "usual stuffs" to them. "Not a shocking news," is what I heard from my partner now whenever I told him that I lost something. Of course, I would always find it soon after, but that's not the point.

Anyway, the great news I received today had got something indirectly to do with my forgetfulness. As most of my friends know, I used to be devoid of communications(except for internet, which is a must have). But now, with the latest(not really) technology my parents presented me with, I am able to chat with my friends at any time, anywhere of the day! Whoopie!

To say the truth, I used to have this technology three times previously, but I blew it- due to my forgetfullness. It was only with my consistent begging and growing age that they had to get me one. Although I have to say that it ain't their fault for not trusting me with it, I mean, losing three phones in less than three months. How is that not a cause of distrust? If I were the parent, I would ask my child to forget about it.

Then again, I won't. It would be pretty harsh, don't you think? As the world progresses, alots of technologies, especially forms of communicating, gradually becomes a must-have. Or you would be famed as outdated but that's not the worst part, the worst part is that, you wouldn't survive. Cruel world isn't it?

Valentine's Day.

2009-02-13T22:36:00.000-08:00

Today, is the first day, that I have ever celebrated Valentine's day. It was awesome to say the least, didn't had discomforts at any moment, was purely made up of fun and laughter. Before we set off to our desired destination(Causeway point), my friends and I walked past a group of our school's netballers(I knew some of them, same class); and they did something that amused me quite a bit- they stared at me with a poker face on. Just like how two gangs of people will look at each other before initiating a fight. Me, of course, looked back at them, wanting to say "hello" at first but dismissed that thought when received the unfriendly hospitality. The tension then, somehow was unbearable. Wonder why.

I didn't wondered for long before getting back to my happy-go-lucky mood. My friends had this kind of effect on me; getting rid of questioning thoughts and stay focus on reality. Of course, there were times when their magic would lose it's effect, though it only happens once in a blue moon.

Too bad that I was short of cash; or I would have participated more actively during our arcade session at causeway point. Argh, should have brought more money. Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself alot over there- cheered, shouted, screamed. It was rather unfortunate that one of my friends, Xue Li, lost her bracelet in the midst of all the fun, what a way to dampen our spirits ey? We went about the suspicious areas and began our searching but we ended up with nothing. That's when we decided to forget about it and continued to have our fun. And sure enough, we picked up what we have left before the incident and used the time to it's fullest.

When it was time for us to go to our respective homes, we began exchanging gifts. Firstly, we jumbled up all the gifts together in one HUGE shopping bag and named the gifts ranging from number 1 to 6. Then we will have individuals to call out a number in the range, and he/she would get the present with the respective numbers! In the end, I received two presents. One from my gan mei(god-sister) and another also from my gan mei. It happened so that she bought individual presents for everyone and I so happened to call out her exchanging gift's number. So yea, two from her.

So what did I received? One soft-fluffy bear and another piggy-bank bear. Bear bear bear. didn't know she's so obsessed with them. At least it's not cally's gift, I heard that she wrapped a "dustbin". Still, I would accept any gifts with open arms, It's what the thought counts right? Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Firedrill and some random things..

2009-02-13T06:20:00.000-08:00

Firedrill today, was expected. Knew that it would be during the PE lessons when the alarm would rang- the school just considers the secondary 4s too much. I still haven't gotten over the thing about sec4's not allowed to be seated at the gallery yet, I mean, I always look at it as a privillage, it's like you get to sit there after putting hardwork for so many years, so honourable. Everything changed when the sec4s were swapped with sec1s. Not that I will complaint much about it, it's just not fair.

I would have to say that this year's firedrill was so much faster than the last few years! Which dissapointed me, to be honest. Sports is just not my thing, and I presume that it will never be. Being surrounded with pro-PE friends, I had nothing to say. Everyone was like rushing, "quick, I want my PE!", that's one thing I dislike about being the minority, you would have a "Nono's choice".

But that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy myself during PE lessons. It's just that I would have to say repeated sorries. I don't like to be a burden, restricting a team from it's fullest potential, just because of a blacksheep. Then again, would be it called a team if I wasn't in it? That would have to depend on how the team members look at me, I guess.

PE is fun when everyone's committed into it, that's my conclusion when the lesson ends. Therefore, I would try my very best when engaged in any sports all the time, be it that I contribute to the team or not, I still do; the experience would always fruitful- sweet and juicy. And after the workouts, I would drink clean clear water and savours my own victory against myself- I did it, I played a match.

P.S. I am still an ANTI-PE.

The unexpected yet weird return.

2009-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:00

As we all know, Sean, by right, had medication certificate(MC) that lasts over a period of 14 days, but he came on the 13th day! And told Mr.Aljunied, our form teacher, that he would not want to come on friday. Obviously, he is abusing the power of the MC to go for his favourite lessons! Kudos to him for that. Though I have to say that I really pity him now for he has ALOT of catching up to do as he doesn't understand a single thing during math lesson, except for the individual math numbers and symbols. Which would be pathetic.

Oh well, that's life for him. He slacked for about two weeks and now it's the payback time. Tried to warn him about coming back school prepared but I guess it went on deaf ears, so, this is his just desserts I guess and this is justice! You can't just get away from school and do nothing about it and expects everything to be like the "old times" when you come back, it doesn't make sense. And judging from the speed of the lessons, I believed that he missed quite a numbers of chapters already.

And now, the accumulation of two week's worth stress had all been delivered to him all at one blow; a smack in the face. Hope that the burden he carries now, won't pull him downhill. It would be devastating to say the least; just because of a stupid infection that cause his marks. Doesn't really sound fair. Work doubly the hard, and I am sure he would be able catch up. *Hints hints*

"WOW" accident.

2009-02-10T22:37:00.000-08:00

11th Feb 2009 about 5:15pm, I witnessed an incident right in front of my eyes for the very first time. There were no casaulties, only a moment of shock(not for the weak hearted). Weather was rather pleasant then, the air smelled fresh as it had just drizzled about 10 minutes before- causing the road to be slippery. Which lead us to the "little" incident I had seen...

I started off with walking back home, towards the LRT station with my friends, Alan and Meng Zhong. We were chatting animately then; and because I stand on the utmost right of the pavement, I need to turn my head towards my left to communicate, and that's when I saw the whole incident happened.

That driver was speeding along the road then, drinking a packet of drink with one hand- another was used to manuveur the car. The car obviously needed some polishing, looked quite outdated, old. Everything seemed to be so normal until that car started to spin on the road.

Guess what's my first reaction then? I screamed. "Oh My God!" My friends, heard my scream, startled, and followed my vision towards the source. I don't know how much have they seen, but I knew that they saw from the point when the car driver calmly drove away, as if nothing had happened before.

Which made me wonders, does that happens rather often with that terribly old car of his/her's? Or is it that he/she had a lot of things on his/her mind then? You know, didn't pay attention, ponders over stuff, speed metre keeps jumping up and when he/she found out, stepped on the brake and the car starts to spin.

Luckily no one was crossing the road then! Imagine what would happen if someone does? Scary... Anyway, after the car went out of our sight, my friends started to "blame" me for my "sound effects". Which, you know, shocked them. And everything started to regain it's peacefullness again.

And that concludes my first witnessing incident. Nothing interesting, I know.

P.S. Interesting things started to happen to me one by one, hope that they never stops or that I would never experience them!!

Russell Lee

2009-02-09T20:56:00.000-08:00

Well, as we all know, Russell Lee came to visit our school today, to promote his book: Singapore True Ghost Stories. A pity that I was unable to attend his talk due to the Math remedial but haplessly managed to catch a glimpse of him when I had to go into library to do my history project. Bliss in disguise, is what I would call it.

Of course, I didn't went gaga over him, I mean, who would? He was quite mysterious, okay, not quite mysterious, but VERY mysteious with his god-knows-how-many-layers of clothings, hat and some sock-liked thing that covers up his face! And When I say face, I meant the WHOLE entire face. You can't see any of his features, except for height and body build; with very inaccurate estimation.

Why did he even dressed up like that? To create a sense of mysteriousness? So that his indentity won't be revealed? Or is it because that he's disfigured due to his work? Or even that he's not a.... human? I doubt that the latter would be correct, but still, there's a possibility right? Thinking about him just sends shivers down my spine,

Anyway, I was thinking, does he felt warm in that outfit? Then again, I believed that he wore that same outfit over and over again when he goes for public appearances. So he should be used to it. One more thing, how much does he earn per month? Doesn't seem to be alot due to the fact that he's a storywriter. One thing that halts my dream of becoming an author, not that I want to be one anyway, my imaginations are cliche and limited.

So, on my way home, I met one of my friends, muslimin, and he gave me a bookmark-sized card and told me to keep it. You know, seeing that he was in a rush, I took it and walked home with my friends. And guess what's the content of that little slip my friend gave me? It says..

"Write a story and win CASH!

Write a ghost story and send it to Russell Lee. Win cash and mystery prizes in the ANGSANA RUSSELL LEE CONTEST! It's really simple to enter. Email your stories to RussellLee@flameoftheforest.com OR mail to : >inserts address here< "

Well, I was thinking of sending my previous post, "ALARM CLOCK!?!". but then again, is it even considered as a ghost story? I mean, it's just a dream. Do I have to edit the details? I won't be alive if it ain't a dream. Flesh being dug out from the back- lost of blood. Squeezed tightly- suffocation. Oh never mind, all I had to do, is to "see first".

School on friday.

2009-02-06T16:05:00.001-08:00

It was fun, really fun, even with the A math lesson today. As our class spotted an intruder halfway through a lesson. That intrusive visitor flew everywhere and disrupted our class, breaking our concentrations from time to time. It also made noises that gave me goosebumps. It was a huge bee. Our teacher, Mdm Tan, asked us to ignore it. Easy for those who sat far away from it, but ridiculously hard for those who sat just under it.

That yellow insect, for some reason, dropped some liquid on my friend, Alan. Which the teacher claimed to be "doing it's buisness". Which of course, disgusted me to no end. Oh ya, earlier on, when I said that it made noises, the bee does it by squeezing itself, vibrating against the light tube. Don't even know what it is doing then, trying to gain heat? Highly impossible.

After that, we had our PE lesson, was tons of fun. Made me really engage into the sport while playing, didn't care about useless stuffs like, "how long more before the bell rings?". Instead, groaned when asked to stop. What a drag.

Weirdest Dream

2009-02-06T10:19:00.000-08:00

Once again, after about a few months, I dreamt about something weird again. The scene in my dream started in my bedroom, picturing me when I was 5~7 years old. I woke up during midnight, shivering, wanted to answer nature's call, so I went to switch on the toilet lights. When the light was switched on, it started to flicker. Then, a ghostly figure appeared right it front of me. It wasn't tall, about the same height as I do, It has long hairs that cascades down from it's head to the ground, it's hands were by it side(in a natural way), she was facing the floor and it has long fingernails. Dumbfounded, I stared while gaping at the figure as It began to take after a womenly physical shape. It was when the figure started moving her head upwards that I quickly went to switched off the lights as well as my mouth. That was when I concluded that It was a ghost, a short female ghost. After the mortifying experience, I sat down on my bed, calming myself down. It was when I felt serene that I realise that I was unable to hold myself any longer and I rush towards the other toilet in the house. Didn't know I was that dumb in my early ages.

And the scene flashes back and replays again, only that this time, the figure always appeared to be what it is on the previous attempts to go toilet and continues to transform. Until It has a physical state. That was when things are different...

Her hands reached out to me, beckoning me to come as her fingers did the universal signal. I shook my head, and rushed to get rid of the lights. Out of the room, I started to run. Feeling scared, I placed my hands on my eyes murmuring something which I also don't know and bumped into a figure. A warm soild figure. That was when my nerves soothed and I look up. It was my mother. She smiled warm-hearted at me and pulled me into a hug. Of course, still haunted by the horrors I had seen, I returned her hug, to seek comfortness.

Slowly, the warm hands shrank into small icy cold hands, I felt it, worried and said, "mommy cold cold, me get blanket, make us warm warm" and tried to break the hug. But I couldn't. That was when my head started to function and realised that It was the ghost I was hugging. Petrified, I tried to get out of her grasp with more force this time. But I still couldn't, and the hold started tightening- to the extend that I couldn't breathe. I resisted more and more. Trying all ways to get away from her- one of the ways I used was to karate chop on the back of her neck, like the type we usually see in movies, to one hit-ko a person.

When the iron clutch, squeezed my tiny body into some inhumanly impossible shape, I screamed. Surprisingly, I heard what she said when I was screaming. It was of a voice of malice, " Shut up". I wanted to obey her orders, but the excruciating pain coming from my body detered me from doing that. I continued to scream. And more pain came in, she sunk her fingernails into my flesh and dug it(my flesh) out. Bit by bit, with her seemingly unbreakable claws. And then, it went to bite me.

And I awoke, I looked at the clock, 7.16am. Shit, going to be late for school.

I always wished to have an alarm clock inside my body system- to call me to wake up in the mornings so that I won't have to rely on my family. But this is kind of scary; this alarm ring tone that I have, hoped that it change into less gorifying ones!

Feeling bad.

2009-02-05T01:58:00.000-08:00

I just felt extremely inferior. You know, whenever I thought I was way high up on the peak, I was wrong. I was not even half-way up. This type of realisation always took me a long time to find out and it hurts when It does. Why? The answer is simple: Incompetence, self confidence. I thought I came across with the fact that I was really average long time ago, but i guess my heart didn't listened. I still sought to be good in everything I do. And when I thought I got my things perfectly done, it wasn't. And it hurts. I guess I have build up this huge ego thinking that I was good a long time ago- just like a snowball rolling down a snow mountain; irreversable and culmilates over time. Then again, it could be that I am a decomposed body, maggots feeding on me; a natural process- I am rotting.

What kind of a person am I? Whenever surveys ask me this type of questions, I would always circle/tick/write all the positive things. Neglecting all my negative characteristics, denying myself. Hoping to let people see how an angel I am while hiding my devilish side. Sometimes I just want to shout out to people saying I ain't what they see me as, But I didn't. I was afraid, afraid that people would start discriminating me. I think I am the ugliest person in the world; didn't even accept myself for who I am, putting up a fake front in front of others. I don't even think I have an identify. Literally, yes. Mentally, no.

Still, this pain I felt, it's a natural human process no? To be feeling inferior, It's something I guess I have to get used to. To be at top is not just a mile away, instead, a universal away, It's rather impossible for me to obtain it. I think, being content with myself and not competing with others is my way to go.

So long, inferiority. Hope you never comes back.

Feeling inferior.

2009-02-05T01:17:00.000-08:00

Not a filler

2009-02-04T19:59:00.000-08:00

Mr Wee said that, if we are to blog daily, 10 marks is as good as ours. I actually wanted to write lame things here and there, but to post something without much content at all, isn't called blogging. So, I decided that I would only post when I have something "interesting" to talk about- praying hard that abnormal things will happen to me. Of course, that being said, I have things to write about today!

Firstly, I want to wish my friend, Sean, a speedy recovery and hope that the serious sore-eye infection wouldn't physically change his appearance. I mean, eyes swelling for more than a week- the skin might loosen; just like the way when you pull a rubber band and hold it for a long time: It will get bigger than before. Not a plesant thought to think about. Also, when you have sore-eyes, your eyes would be red in colour, can't imagine what would happen to the extreme cases of it. Definitely would be painful when you think about it. Ouch. What's more if you try to touch it. Eew. Heard that you would tear often too, to get something "dirty" out from the eyes, weirdness.

Secondly, I just want to say that the A math test we had today was extremely tough! Skipped most of the questions. No doubt, I would fail that paper. Which means reviews questions to be done. Argh, hate them. Takes up time, effort, kills alot of brain cells but the worst thing is that, it actually helps. If it doesn't, it would be end of my miseries. For the moment. How good would it be if the world had turn upside down; slack and get A1, cat chasing dogs, theif catching polices......okay, perhaps that it ain't that good. Still, to slack and get A1....What a dream, isn't it?

Thirdly, heard news from a reliable source, or should I say the problem itself, that the choir members are to be tested individually tomorrow. Haven't been doing that since ages ago, and now it comes back. One of the horrors that would haunt me forever. Dread it alot. Hate it. Okay, not really hate it, but dislike it. It's quite embarassing when there are eyes on you, anticipating you to sing. Such hopefullness would only lead me to dug my head into the ground. Hope that tomorrow wouldn't come, only if my wishes would come true...

3rd post- in school.

2009-02-03T14:16:00.000-08:00

Name: Yap Poh Heng(40)
Class: 4e2.

So, here I am, sitting in this comp lap 4 typing this post with the whole class during English lesson. We are told to finish this one post about Natalie, our RT(Relieve teacher), about what we learnt and how we like/dislike her lessons; we are to give suggestions if we don't feel that the her teaching style is good, followed by Mr Wee.

I actually kind of disliked the idea of us, being split into groups of 5~6, then we had to discuss among ourselves a section of her compo, and then present it to the class. I felt that we had wasted quite alot of the time as most of us did not took the work seriously and sitting with friends easily shortens our attention span.

Though I have to admit that the method would be useful if the class were to be cooperative. And that would happen if she had been with us for awhile. Too bad she didn't, and just gave the assignment on the first day of her lesson.

And of course, what I have learnt from her, is what I have learnt from Mr Wee.

->"Cambridge markers are suckers for details, high-value words and punctuation."

Of course, that's not the only thing I have learnt. The uses of minor words that would elevate the value of the sentences is also one thing that have stuck into my head. As it gives an overwhelming "feel"- something unexplainable. Copy and pasting is something I had learnt, but I don't think I will use it because I am lazy.

For Mr. Wee's case. I like the way he teaches us english. I mean, I can't really find much faults or anything lacking EXCEPT for his extremely HUGE LOUD voice! My eardrums would burst if he explains anything near me. Lucky that they are still functioning or I would have sued him. Not that I will really do that, but you get the idea.

P.S. I love english lessons.

Having 2 blogs now...

2009-02-02T04:25:00.000-08:00

Okay, my english teacher, Mr Wee, wanted us to start a blog in the multiply website. He said that the blog is also one of the components that makes up our overall english CA scores! Which is kind of frustrating for me. I mean, I already have a blog here so why blog over to the other side? I definitely wouldn't want to double post, it would be "unoriginal" to me and in the mean time, boring.

But i guess that's the way it is. Thus, my posts over here are "copied" to the other side, so that he could read all my posts and hopefully give me an A! I suddenly find it to be unplesant to have a blog that is blank. so yea, the reason for my "copying".

The juniors came to sing with us for choir for the first time today. And I would say that it's quite interesting and fun. Though i was displease to say that most of the boys went to the altos because their voice haven't break yet. Hope they break it soon enough so that they can join the baritones! Lovely sight to see, isn't it?

My woes

2009-01-30T16:22:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, I just felt that I am not needed anymore. No matter how much I have tried, how many opinions I had gave, I was ignored. Ignored. Why am I ignored? Am I just someone who blabbers things that are useless? Or is it that I hold no respect at all? Just some outsider, I guess. So why should I work hard in the first place? There was no attention given to me, but only to themselves. Never had they took my priorities into consideration and only theirs. WHY? Is it that difficult to listen to others for once? Or is is that they are extreme ego-ist? Then again, I think it is that I am just the orphan in the family. Asked to do things when needed, not allowed to protest or raise your own thoughts at all.

"Don't care them," that's what I felt the most anger about. It might not mean anything to them, but it meant something to me. Why did they come in the first place? Why did we spent our pratice time just to welcome them? Sure, give the orphans a warm welcome. Then? We threw them away 7 days after. Let them sit on a separated dining table from the family. Why? Aren't they accepted into the big family anymore? Or are they just back-up tools for those elderly who are going to move on soon?

Seriously, if this goes on, I think I don't want to be a part of the family anymore. Cause it sucks. Everyone's changing. Not the people I know anymore, I thought I knew them well. But in reality, I was so distant. So distant... Maybe I shouldn't let myself be engulfed in this "friendship" thing as quickly anymore. I am just a nobody to them. I was a fool. And shall not be one anymore. I would stand firm with my decisions and let my messages be sent across. No matter how far they are, I will shout, scream- whatever it takes to let them hear. If I couldn't. I have failed. And i would leave the family.

2 points? It's easily acheivable when I take away the time I had with the family for studying purposes. Times with the family are rather time-consuming. So I still stand a chance without it. Though I had to thank someone for keeping my sanity in check, who listened to me whenever I felt wronged or vice-versa. A great friend to have. Thanks so much.

Chinese New Year Celebration.

2009-01-23T02:44:00.000-08:00

First and foremost, I would say that this year's celebration isn't as good as previous years. I wasn't as high and I was aware of my surroundings. Probably it was because of me, being switched to the first row last minute, without no mental preparations or whatsoever that caused my warriness. I mean, I was faking my smile more than half of the time, trying to think positive , trying to give my all to performance. All fake. If I ain't standing right beside Luigi then, I would believe that it's even harder to act. Then again, It might be me being paranoid, standing infront, more to the side of the sec 4s. It's quite nerve-wrecking when you perform infront of people who know you. Familiar eyes on you- how is it not the cause of anxiety?

I still remembered last year where I just sang without concerns, so free. Got really high that I even started singing the CNY songs on the way home. This year? Naw. Just walk home, thinking about what am I going to do next. Hell, I can't even recall what I did yesterday. All blank. Is it because my memory is failing me or is it that it's not that memorable? Well, I could recall some parts if I try thinking about it hard enough, though not enough to statisfy me.

I even remembered the performance when I was in sec 1, sitting in front of the performance, getting high too- being jumpy, screamed, shouted. It was fun. Seriously. The mood got to me then, even if I was not in choir, I felt it. The aura. Compared to this year's CNY I would say that it's not that contagious. Or am I wrong? Things like that just makes you prob to many things.

Though I have to say that I enjoyed screaming during the start and the end of the performances. When do you get the chance to do that without people discrimating you? I screamed, screamed and screamed. Had lots of fun. Was given comments that I screamed too "loudly", "sharp" that their eardrums hurt. And for that....my throats hurting now. Damn. Need more water.

P.S. Still enjoy screaming though..

Shocking News & haircuts.

2009-01-19T05:07:00.000-08:00

Most of you guys who are reading the post here probably knows that I love to sing at home, especially when I am alone right? I found out a real shocking news yesterday. I mean, it's like, I live at 3rd storey, and one day when I sings. I heard myself sister calling me from the first floor, "KOR, I CAN HEAR YOUR VOICE LEH!!" I tried to deny, "No, not me." But she insisted that it was me because my voice is soo recognizable. Freaking, shocking news. Seriously, if she could hear my voice 'loud and clear' when she's at ground floor, what about my neighbours? Now that i think about it, it's sooo embarassing. Lucky no schoolmates live near me or I am going to faint right now.

Phew, I guess it's not that bad afterall. I mean, it's not like they complaint or anything, so perhaps it's a privellage to them to able to hear my music? But then again, it can be done due to respect. Still, they could always call the police... I mean I do it everytime you know. Singing out loud, spamming of high notes. You all should listen to Vitas on youtube. I always sing his 'run' in the song "2nd opera" or something. It's damn fabulous- what's more is that, I don't need to strain my voice to reach that note. Love it.

By the way, I went to have my haircut earlier on, and the auntie who cut my hair, was like saying that I look like sec1,2. What the heck. Do I look that young to you people? I always thought that I look like my age. You know, when I sec 1, look like sec 1 and stuffs. Whatever, at least she never say I look like some graduated teenager. Or I am going to strangle her until she take back her sentences- I mean swallow.

Choir workout day

2009-01-16T01:20:00.000-08:00

It's me and luigi who planned out the whole workout day for choir for quite a few hours...and I had to say that the attendance was rather, disheartening. When the clock strikes at 1:30pm, the number of members gathered were less than 10 including the planners. Had the horrible idea of cancelling the practice, but decided to hang on to it and wait for a little more while and that's when the reinforcements arrive!

The numbers weren't that great, BUT...it was enough to play some decent games and we did! It was quite fun and hilarious I would say. Never had any moments of wandering 'bout in the LALAland, instead, was one hundred percent focused on the tasks; became quite hyper. I love the part where we get to do jumping jets- a sight I will never forget! Most of the juniors were clueless about it, so when we started doing it, all kinds of styles were being displayed; half raised hands, waving hands, stuck together feet, etc. Should have video-ed down the whole process, it was simply a comedy.

Played captain's ball after the exercises at basketball court, had a tie, I scored in the last ten seconds- did some really cool stunts back then. Ahh..a memory to be smiled upon remembering. Then did some skipping ropes, but the plan failed due to some short-term drizzle which irritates me soo much. We kind of changed game and played the "pass the message" game which gives me alots of anticipation as to if the sentence will change after a dozen + a few times of passing. Then when i gave my hidden message(I host the game with Vra), the message got mixed up. My message was, "You think you really crever(clever, adapted from mr.sng), shit down(MR.WEE)". The whole message became, "you think you very clever is it? S.K.A.T.E." Which made me crack, results: my stomach hurts.

After that was stalked home by one junior openly because she had nothing better to do. Went to bpp to browse through the books at popular, did it purposely to make her bored. Thinking that it would stop her conquest on stalking, but did not succeed. And so, decided to just walk home, I lose the game. Boo to me!

In the mornings...

2009-01-12T12:49:00.001-08:00

It's about 4:50am here when I started writing this post, just finished my A math work along with learning my chinese spelling. I am....hardworking right? Nah, It's just that I woke up in the midnight(3:32am) and started to do my homeworks. Just finished it and saw that I still have some time here, so decided to post this post!

So, what time did I actually sleep to wake up at 3:32am? I slept quite early and i mean, REALLY early, about 7pm I guess. Was really tired than, singing is a really tough job you know? At least I did not "overslept" and slept through the night, or I would have to face the wrath of a certain teacher. Who? Figure it out yourself.

Anyway, the O'lvl results toda..opps, I mean yesterday, was something I didn't expect. Not that I expected much though. Ms soh was like, "bao xin, ni kan dao le mei you?" (Did you see that, Poh Heng?). It was as if she's trying to hint me something. Perhaps she saw through my shield that protects my laziness to be seen by other people. Or does she thinks that I did not try hard enough? Sometimes I just feel that she just have too much expectations from me, I mean, I am a nobody after all. Not outstanding in anything I do. Plain average, as average-ish an average would be. Perhaps that would be the reason why I don't try real hard in studies. Singing is another thing though.

I feel so wanted when I sing in choir, it's like, I need them and they need me, and so, we come together and create music. Homeworks, studies and stuff are always out of my mind during choir because I enjoyed myself too much there that I couldn't think of anything else. I always felt that I am alive during and after choir practices. Be it with a conductor or not, I still do.

I still don't get some of the immatures' mindset of choir being a sissy CCA though. Sure, you don't move around much, you don't sweat much, but that's mainly due to the air-con room we are in. The best thing about choir is that you will have a great feeling of statisfaction when you create the music.

Note here: you CREATE the music.

It does come with a price though, and that is that you need to be committed, pratice a few minutes every single day and stuffs. *Hints for my juniors*

Another best thing about choir is that you sing with your pals as one heartbeat. I mean, duh, we do follow the same timing our conductor gives. Singing with your best-est,er friends just makes the day even more fun! You know, sometimes when you sing the wrong note, and the other knows it, we would just laugh it off.

LOL, i just noticed that I am like advertising for choir. I will stop it for now........or not.

P.S. Choir is a good CCA. :P

Beware of.... Mdm Tan.

2009-01-10T05:19:00.000-08:00

Well, it's during the weekends, intended to finish up the math homeworks at one go but it's too much for me, I got bored, and decided to rest. While resting, I suddenly remembered that Mdm Tan told us a week ago that she had been reading everyone's blog during the holidays! And she's going to continue reading them as she finds them interesting....WOW!

At first i didn't really care about that, cause i know only a few from 4E2 link me, but then again, I can't be too sure. Pearle is one of Mdm tan's favourite students and I believe that Pearle had link me, so, I got abit paranoid there. And during the time she said that, I think I saw her looking at my direction, or rather, ME. I discussed it with a few others and they said that I am paranoid. Am I? Can't be too sure. Oh well, at least i don't scold, complaint, discriminate, flame people on my blog. Did I? Geez, I am not even sure of myself anymore.

Note to self: Dont complain about the DMs on the blog.

But...it's not like I would ever do that right? I mean, I am such a nice guy, doing homeworks(even though they are messy), tries to keep up with the school rules(the key word here is TRIES) and I concentrate during classes(only a selected few). See, I have perfectly no reason to complain, so I shouldnt... right?

We can't be sure about that though...whatever it is, just be careful PEEPS. Don't fall into the hands of the devil....they might just stab your heart out with a fork- from your back that is. HEHE. Btw, not calling mdm tan the devil, she's a really good teacher! :)

P.S. Just be careful.

As promised...

2009-01-09T16:23:00.000-08:00

Well, a few days ago I promised one of my friends to update my blog but I didn't and dragged it till today. I don't know if I should feel sorry or not because that friend of mine, read my blog as a "back-up blog"-should the blogs he love to read fails to update, he would read my blog. Well, he didn't really say it to my face, I kind of did some inference then. Anyway you, my friend, should be happy that something triggered me to write. I am still following my quota of "I write when inspiration strikes"; it's a lame excuse for escaping writing, but hey, what's worst then not writing? Anyway, the thing that inspires me to write right here and now is my.....BAD DREAM~!

Why? I don't have them for a few years now and then they suddenly pop back. What's more is that the dream somehow makes me think of OSAMA. Even though the main horror of the dream depicts two girls and a man who doesn't even have abit of Osama-look in him, it still makes me think of him, now let me describe the dream i had.....

Okay, It started out with me, looking through a jail door(bars) to see a lady in white inside. She's a prisoner, not anything else. Then, there is this man, most probably the one who's guarding her, walk infront of me to have a look at her which gives me the angle of looking at his sideview and her backview. I can't really see his skin colour well, but i know that he has some half-grown beard, don't wear glasses too. It was quite peaceful then, until....

My view point started to flash, blinding my eyes from time to time to see random scenes of beating up the woman, torturing all displayed. Before ending up with a scene of her back facing me; the blood on her back of the her head was obvious then, that's the thing that caught my attention to look at it. Didn't care about the other details. And so, the true horror begins. Remember when I told you about there being 2 Women? Now the other is here.

So, there i was, still stationary from my previous viewpoint, saw another woman inside the jail, helping the injured one up. Doing something at a angle I can't see, but the piercing screams that came out, startled me to no end. I started to panic, wanting to move, but I can't. I was stuck, I don't know what to do, I just watched as blood started to dominate the cement floor tiles. That was when the man WALK infront of me again, I look at him to see that he has a poker-face on. Shock as I may, I could not stutter anything out from my mouth, could not tell him that there's blood on the tiles, could not say that some violence in hided inside the room. I just watched as he walk away, whistling. And the scene flashed again.

This time, there's someone hugging the two women over their left and right shoulders while they stared hardly at me. I can't see that figure well, it's blured when i tried to think of it. And it flash again back into my room, I open my eyes, to see a one of the woman running towards my direction, I hurried to close my eyes. Then i was awake, as in, really awake. Could still feel the adrenaline, and yea. WOW.

Countdown; New year.

2009-01-01T04:09:00.000-08:00

Went out to Marina Square with my 2e2'07 peeps yesterday to celebrate the coming of the new year. Did some bowling, arcade in the afternoon before we went to the grass field outside to camp for a place for the countdown. Played some poker cards while camping. I didn't hear any countdowns at all, perhaps the group whose shouting is too soft, or that everyone is just waiting for each other, so nobody knows when to shout it and thus, we just stand there while waiting for fireworks to be displayed. After watching the fireworks, we took bus 10 to east coast road and proceeded towards east coast park. Found out that the place was filled and since we had nothing to do, the group split, since we have different view on what step to take next. One group decided to go home since it's like a waste of time while the other group wanted to slack around for awhile before going home. The group who wanted to go home decided to sprint along the road for fun's sake, and they sprint(I am included too). It was during that time that I made the conclusion of me, losing at least 2 pounds- since I am stinkingly perspiring. Took a taxi to fajar and bpp to drop off the group along with me. Didn't feel like going home then, so kind of went to one of my peep's house(Jason) with Wei Jie. Played games over there and leave at about 7am.

(I tried to keep it as short as possible, cause no time write leh, school reopening >.<)

P.s. wanted to invite luigi along, but he wasn't at home when i call him. Sorry!

Views towards the end of holiday.

2008-12-29T02:51:00.001-08:00

School's starting a few days later, and my homeworks aren't half done yet! I actually had planned to get it done before december comes, but my lazy body demanded me to get it done some other time. So, here I am, typing about it when I am bored; yet not bored enough to drive me to finish up my homeworks. I am so pathetic, aren't I? Having the mentality of wanting to do something, yet too lazy to do it even when I had nothing else to do. I guess not doing my homeworks during the holidays had became my habit already. But seriously, you can't really blame me for it.

Holidays are days where students, like me myself, enjoy our freedom- doing something we can't do during school days, days where we take a break from school work and teachers, days where we further bond relationships but it is not days where we suffer the same cruel fate as though we are in school, days where we have to sit infront of a study table and rot, days where we have to work hard towards the reopening of the school.

Sometimes I just feel that teachers are abusing holidays; to reduce the effectiveness that the holidays does by giving works to do. Although it's a fact that we will forget about the things we had gone through before the holiday starts, but it's not like we won't forget it if we do it on the day the holiday starts right? So, what's the point? Are we to act smart and do the work when we feel like we are forgetting? If that's the case, sorry to dissapoint the teachers then, I didn't meet up to their expectations.

Well, it's not like homeworks are all bad and stuff, but i won't write it down. hehe..anyway see ya

Merry christmas!

2008-12-24T19:09:00.000-08:00

Hey, it's the 25th of December today!!
What does it mean?
*Oh my god, you don't know?*
Er, yes?
Oh good, so you do know.
No...I merely said yes to your no *squinty eyes*
No need to be so complicated right? Where are you from?
My mom's womb?
Argh, can you be more confident with it, and i didn't particularly ask that. Where are you from- in terms of countries!!
Oh, should have said that earlier, well, I come from Singapore.
So, why don't you know what's today about?
Duh, because I just don't know?
Seriously, HOW- COULD- YOU- NOT-KNOOOOOO-W??!?
You know, you could always tell me what's going on, it's soo much better than squeezing something non-existent out from my brain.
You dare call "IT" non-existent?!?
I just want to know what's IT and your being a total prick about it, being dramatic and all
I don't think there's anyone in this world that would not know what "IT" is.
Well, sorry to say that your wrong, cause there's one standing right in front of you.
I guess that would meant that your extremely ignorant.
*gasp* Haven't you heard? Ignorance is bliss.
Yup, there would be worldwide "bliss" if you could just fall into a well.
Sure, better than some drama queen who just love to exagerate things!
Naw, i am sure it's better than the frog in the well who could only look up into a circular sky.
At least the frog becomes a handsome prince after the princess kiss him.
That happens in the other story, dimwit.
Say what?!?
Your not just dumb, but deaf too.
At least I am more civilise.
What do you mean by more civilise?
Your barbaric.
Your no better, big mouth.
Oh, so I have big mouth too now aye?
OMG, look at it move- i bet it can contain an old python in it without using much effort. But i guess it won't really happen,
Yup because..
The python would eat up the frog first.
Why are you so talkative?
Because I am born to be like that?
Why are you born like that?
Why are you asking me soo many questions?
Don't reply my question with another question, now answer me.
Oh, look whose the one trying to change the subject, or should i say, changed the subject?
And that is..?
What is "IT"?
I don't know..
At least guess.
Erm, Idiotic technology?
No, guess again.
Ideological technology?
again.
Identical technology?
Can you stop using the word 'technology'?
Okay, Idiotic thinker?
No.
Ideological thinker?
NO.
Identical thinker?
Is your vocabulary that limited?!?
Well, i am just going through all the possible combinations.
okay...let me give you a clue then, you don't pronouce IT as letters, instead, as a word.
OH, "IT"!
Oh, thank god in heavens that you finally know what "IT" is.
Not really.
Your seriously hopeless.
So what if I am?
Don't go snapping at me like that, your the one who wanted to get something from me, at least try to be nice about it.
Well, i don't see why i should be staying here any longer since your obviously wasting me time.
I was about to say it before you snapped at me!
Too little too late, I am leaving. -walks away-
And you call this, Merry christmas? Pur-lease. -walks away too-

Eh, i am wondering how many of you ignored the thing above, I sorta just did this last minute since I had nothing to do- hope no one feels offended or something. Actually wanted to update about the personality thingy below, but found out that this post is too long, so yea, will post that some other day. Anyway,

MERRY CHRISTMAS~!!

p.s. my ever first colourful post.

Personality Test.

2008-12-24T06:31:00.000-08:00

Okay, being lame here- one of my friends sent me a link to do this personality test online, did it and had results. I am HI- not with a "V postive" behind but Harmony-seeking Idealist! Oh please- harmony? Well perhaps, I don't know. But the descriptions they gave mostly apply to me so i guess I am of a HI. Okay, so let me copy paste what they had said about me.

Harmony-seeking Idealists are characterised by a complex personality and an abundance of thoughts and feelings(really?). They are warm-hearted persons by nature. They are sympathetic and understanding. Harmony-seeking Idealists expect a lot of themselves and of others(okayy...). They have a strong understanding of human nature and are often very good judges of character(so, not me). But they are mostly reserved and confide their thoughts and feelings to very few people they trust.(yep) They are deeply hurt by rejection or criticism.(not that many notice) Harmony-seeking Idealists find conflict situations unpleasant and prefer harmonious relationships. However, if reaching a certain target is very important to them they can assert themselves with a doggedness bordering on obstinacy.

Harmony-seeking Idealists have a lively fantasy(s0 true),often an almost clairvoyant intuition and are often very creative. Once they have tackled a project, they do everything in their power to achieve their goals.(that sounded negative, everything in their power...) In everyday life, they often prove to be excellent problem solvers. They like to get to the root of things and have a natural curiosity and a thirst for knowledge.(50~50) At the same time, they are practically oriented, well organised and in a position to tackle complex situations in a structured and carefully considered manner. When they concentrate on something, they do so one hundred percent - they often become so immersed in a task that they forget everything else around them(Yup, with my book, i do so). That is the secret of their often very large professional success(hohoho).

As partners, harmony-seeking idealists are loyal and reliable; a permanent relationship is very important to them. They seldom fall in love head over heels nor do they like quick affairs.(I still want a crush though) They sometimes find it very difficult to clearly show their affection although their feelings are deep and sincere.(once again, not many notice and thinks that i don't care) In as far as their circle of friends is concerned, their motto is: less is more! As far as new contacts are concerned, they are approachable to only a limited extent; they prefer to put their energy into just a few, close friendships.(Definitely, it's tiring to have lots of friends) Their demands on friends and partners are very high. As they do not like conflicts, they hesitate for some time before raising unsatisfactory issues and, when they do, they make every effort not to hurt anyone as a result.(That varies with those that i deal with)

See, i am not the only one who is lengthy with words, haha, whatever!

Take your test at http://www.ipersonic.com/ there are other descriptions of HI at work and love, but i will post them next time! See ya

Twilight and YesMan

2008-12-23T05:23:00.000-08:00

Woohoo, totally enjoyed myself today with vanessa and geraldine today. Which is pretty ironic since I didn't planned to hang out with them in the first place, it's suppose to be Jannah, Shahidah and Luigi who I was to be with. So, how did i end up going out with vanessa and geraldine? It started out with me, chatting with vanessa online, then it occured to me that she haven't watch twilight yet, so i invited her. Then one by one, Jannah, Luigi can't make up time to go- leaving me, vanessa and Shahidah the only ones left. And since Shahidah was uncontactable then, we sort of mixed up time and thus, she have no choice but to back out too(SORRY!).

And yep, ended up watching twilight with Vanessa only. So, when and how did Geraldine came into the picture? Before I invited Vanessa, she and Geraldine already had a "date" to watch YesMan together and luckily, it's during the afternoon- somewhere after we watched twilight in the morning. Thus, we meet her at 3pm to watch YesMan.

Sorry if I offended any twilight fans, but I got to say that the movie sucks. I actually kind of expected that already, i mean, it's IMMPOSSIBLE to compile up a novel into a 2 hour motion show. It's just not enough. Most of the minor yet valuable details are missed out and some things are doctored to suit the flow of the movie. But still, there are some parts where I almost jump with excitment; the part where Edward saves Bella from the car crash, the part where Edward got angry with Bella and showed her what a vampire can do and the part where she knows the truth about Edward. That's all, nothing else much.

After that we watch YESMAN. The show's freakin' awesome. I laugh throughout the whole movie, it's really humourous- kind of crack my voice a few times. I love the introduction, it was interesting and hilarious! OMG. You guys out there should watch it, it's worth it! Guess what? I don't >LIE

After that, we went to popular and i bought this book from nicolas sparks- the notebook, it looks wonderful; sad romance story. Hope i will cry again, like the other novel Nicolas had written, "Nights in Rodanthe" or something. LOL

Kbox Night

2008-12-19T18:26:00.000-08:00

Lalala, not going to repeat my cliche stuffs in this post. (sorry for not....)

I went to Kbox at clementi with Jane, Grace, Luigi and Jun Wei(aunties first!) a few days ago. The guys reached our rendervouz first and we kind of waited for the aunties. The aunties showed me their clock and it says 1:00pm when they arrived because we accused them for being late- they are right on time, yes, but i believed that they tampered with the handphone before climbing up the stairs; aunties will always be aunties.

We set off to our destination right after the aunties arrived and found out that we were early! Having no choice we loitered around the area and found KFC hidden inside the place(WOW). Out of desperation, we went inside, only to find that it's deserted; Oh the horror! When we came in, growlings(my stomach) could be heard and a huge boogieman came out from it's hiding place and came to chase us. Okay...i am being super dramatic about that. But the description of deserted still applies to the KFC if you minus a few people from here and there. So, I had my meal, and we went to Kbox straight after that. As usual, the aunties, being sooo auntie, lead us to the kbox in a very fast pace; almost as if there would have no more rooms for our conquest.

Found out that i had to pay adult fees because i don't have my ez-link card with me-not that i have it, i lost it years ago; just didn't bother to make a new one. I had to pay 8dollars and 10 cents more than the others- burned a huge hole in my pocket. But i did not regret it at all! It's an enjoyable experience for me, for it's my first time there. The aunties became high all of the sudden and started singing. Oh my youthful ears! At least they never start rotting; good enough. I kind of mess up with ALOT of songs, you can't really blame me, the nervousness got to me. After that, we took turns to sing and went home straight after that.

P.S. Will be receiving my surprise from my choir juniors later on 2day :)

After wcyf

2008-12-15T15:38:00.001-08:00

Guys, you know what? Even though WCYF is over- my body somehow reacts as if I need to do something, to go somewhere in the mornings! I will wake up and starts to going through my list of things i would do today in my mind. Then, i would suddenly feel sad; the thoughts of "no wcyf today" plague me to no end. What's more is that, before i even wake up, I had this dream-recollection of our last performance together, the faces the audience, conductors and peers gave. Now that I think of it I believe I saw some hints of sadness in them(not from the audience, duh!).

just hope i would be attending this kind of event next year! I just have to! Of course, with the same badge of friends- it would be even more cooler! From my resources, i heard there's a WCYF gathering on the 21st! OMG, so going to go there! Wonder if I could bring some friends along... Hmmm, wonder who will turn up. Probably someone who miss my friends as much as i do? Hohoho.

P.S. Still eye-ing on the TWILIGHT MOVIE COMPANION!!!

Day of Performance- WCYF

2008-12-13T15:50:00.000-08:00

Well, i didn't post on the day itself- cause i was way tooooo tired already.

I had given my all yesterday- during the last rehearsal and the final performance. It was so wonderful. I just can't stop having a sad smile(if there's anything like that)through out the whole performance. Why? That is the last time the festival will hold us together- the day where we have to apart and go back to our lives before the festival. Yet, this is so blissful because we are all singing together now, our ultimate performance, our goal, the day we have been waiting for; we all did our best- i know it. And that one day, may we meet each other on streets, there would be a smile, a hi or a yo and a wave of hand or a slap on the back in each of this group of people i call friends.

The performance was freakin' good- toast for whoever had gone to watch, who those who didn't, i have nothing to say- just feeling tonns regrets for you. Seriously, so much better than my school choir(duh). The sound, tone, everything. It's near perfect. Why near? There are still something we lack of due to the limited time. It's a regret for me- still, i had learnt so much, so much that i can't recall all of them.

Honestly, i am in a dilemmia now- which side am i more on? The side where i go gaga over singing with a huge choir of friends- or the side where i frown at the thought of leaving them? Whatever the answer is, all i know is that this is a valuable experience for me- I will never forget the two weeks we spent together. Especially the unpleasant ones!! lol.

P.S. Damn luigi for able to watch twilight by some means.

Family in WCYF ;Dr. Eugene Rogers & Dr. Bob Chilcott

2008-12-10T05:12:00.000-08:00

First of all, sorry about not posting yesterday- was freakishly tired. We kind of walk for the whole day at orchard after we are released, s0 yea. :)

Well, just to make people jealous, i made another family tree over there! OKay, i didn't really g0 ar0und asking who want to be my GAN. It's all started with Jie Yi, going around making bonds with other people- and ultimately presents us with a family tree!

Oh, The head of the family - Keanne- I call him papa. " AhGong's becoming more hip now, YO!" :))

Next is obviously my beloved Kimberly JIE!! WOohoo. Still my Jie in this family tree. She's also the main character of the tree- cause everyone cares for her :)

Then, she got herself a husband! *Round of applause* Anyway the husband's name is Dennis. He's really likes to touch...Opps! Say wrong, he's really caring, As in, really go care. Lends a shoulder when Kimmie's tired. Buy her food,drink when she's tired or thirsty. Even lend her jacket and hold her hand when she's cold! Woah- my hao jie fu. :)

AFter that- is the always sooo young- Jie yi and Rebecca as daughters :) They are always way ahead when we are walking together, just like kids :)

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Meet the overseas conductors today, and MAN they are AWESOME! Just like what Mr.Toh said, they will do magic on you. They are also very hilarious! Esp Dr. Bob Chilcott, he reminds me of Mr.Bean! He always do funny faces- he even had one with his tongue sticking out! And he sings really beautifully. You can really feel the emotion he had when he sings; he's also really dramatic- wayyyyy more dramtic than Mr. Toh. He have this hand actions along with face expressions that can really make you feel it. the choir also became 3x better than before!

Dr. Eugene Rogers is also really fun too! I love his warm-ups, totally random- yet reasonable to keep up. I can't really get his accent, cause he changed them from time to time depending on the type of music we are singing. Which is totally amazing! Then, He's like saying, "Music is drama, We need to be the character in the story and act it all out." Then there's this really sad german song, Der Gang Zum Liechen- way to his/her sweetheart. Where the story revolves around a couple, where one of them is lost, while the other one is looking for them, at night. I freakin' cried when i sung that song, i really feel it, the music. Seriously, you can't really call me a crybaby or something- that's what you get for reading too much romance novels; just can't bear the thought of a loving couple seperated. Too bad the song didn't had an ending, but i kind cried more when i think that the one is lost is never to be found...There's one particular part, the peak of the song, where we sing the part where the one who is searching, calling out for his/her love. That's the part where my eyes start to get watery. Of course, i didn't go around "WAA~"-ing, just tears in my eyes. I told my friends that, and they called me crazy. =.=

P.S. I FEEL SOOOOO LUCKY TO BE PARTICIPATING IN THIS WCYF, NEVER REGRET ALL THE HARD WORK,TIME AND EFFORT I HAD PUT IN! WCYF ROCKS!!!!

6th dec

2008-12-06T06:52:00.000-08:00

We had our pratice at Singapore Conference Hall today- was rather fun and exciting. Especially with Dr. Lim Yau conducting us! His supposely one of the best conductors in singapore! He will be leading us along with SNYO today for the theme song; child of destiny. Totally amazing, I was soo enjoying myself then, until i had this person standing beside me.

Still remember the previous time when I said that i met my first new friend? He is like, totally suckish in singing. I don't know what to say about him, i mean. His a tenor, and he sings soprano in that song. I told him indirectly that he is singing wrong. "You know, for this part, we don't really go down that much...", "Your singing melody here..(which is wrong- i hope he knows how to read his score and see that sopranos carry the melody line)", "The one your singing is the soprano line", yet he did not take my words and continue singing his way. Which totally turns me off, i even tried pointing at him the score, that "we don't sing this part", "This is the finale, so the notes with be different". And still, he ignored me. Untill everyone changed their lyrics and he knows that his singing wrongly, then he stops. I mean, come on! What's more is that, he's singing "confidently" yet did not know his work. How i wish to tell him to STFU. I just hope i won't be standing beside him on the day itself, or i will go nuts! No wonder everyone avoided standing with him, geez, i hope i am not too late. What's more, he's like very disrespecting Dr. Lim Yau! I have to like shhhh him everytime right after singing the song- cause he will be like singing to himself the parts he sing wrongly while the conductor is like telling us our mistakes and wants us to correct it. He didn't even get his basic discipline right! Still want to sing- wth.

Enough of him, after that, we kind of hang out with the other schools and went to "Old market; Lau Ba Sha" down the conference hall and ate. Then one by one, they left for their own errands, leaving Kimberly, Jie yi, Adgnes(something like that), dennis and Keane. We went around walk walk- and had fun. Whie walk walk, i found TWILIGHT MOVIE COMPANION! Which is like, so freaking cool! But it's wayyyy out of my budget; $30 sia! Hope someone could buy me that for my early b'day present! I totally want it! Would kiss the hell out of that person- lol

Since dennis had to work, we part with him shortly after and went shopping! Since we are bored then, we kind of visit where dennis work for dinner; it's a restaurant! Since we are dennis friends, we got 10% discount! -Cha-chings- But in all, still spent quite alot there. Each paying $8 for the meal there. *Ouch, it burned my wallet* Haha, it's worth it though, the food is tasty, we also had fun playin together! :)

After all that, we took taxi home- Adgnes Mom kind of give us $50 for the taxi fare, since we had some misunderstandings. *not going to elabortate here.* Yup, got home about 10:30pm. And ya, that's all! :)

5th day of WCYF

2008-12-05T04:25:00.003-08:00

Hoho, not going to talk about kimberly today- found something more enjoyable to talk about. That "incident" happened a few days ago; just sort of remembered it, so yea, going to write it down now.

You know, before the whole wcyf thing, i was totally crazy about meeting the other tenors right? I thought we would have similar voice range then. That's what i THOUGHT. Then someone, came to me, and told me that my speaking voice is really high. Which threw me off track. I was like, "come on, the difference ain't that big right?" The guy was like, "Nope, it's this high," and he desmostrate with me with his higher voice. I tried questioning him a few times later, but all i did get was the same reply. I believe i should trust him in that one, i mean, he started choir-ing when his K2? Grade 7 piano? His rather musical compared to me, if not to trust him, trust who? Sides, i heard from the others too, that my speaking voice is high. One guy from tenor was like, I think i can win him with his normal voice, but with high voice? Not a chance. Because, the higher the speaking voice, the higher the higher voice. So yea- WOAH. And i thought that i would appear normal with other tenors. But nooo...i am wrong, once again. There are still a few others with high speaking voice too, but i believed that they haven't break their voice yet, just like me- except that they are sec 1s :(

Some other tenors was like telling me to cherish my voice now- saying that its not that long when I wouldn't be able to use it as freely anymore so0on; i still can command my higher voice at will okay, but not as good as before. LOL.

Oh ya, today is the last day Mr.Toh will be teaching us. -Cries-. Will surely miss him, but from tuesday onwards, Mr. Eugene Rogers will be conducting us! Now how cool that is. The very own composer of the song, conducting us. What's more, a REALLY famous one! I mean, he even has his own website. Now, hows that for famous! You know, before you always meet famous people, you will be like thinking how their behaviours will be like. Since his from USA, I believe that he would be really humourous, and his accent would be one thing i would wish i could learn from. Might scold us from time to time, but not that much.

P.S. am sooo looking forward to watch TWILIGHT on the 18th- Nothing could ever stop me, NEEVVVVVAAAAA!!!

Quiz

2008-12-04T13:49:00.001-08:00

Doing this for fun sake. Don't go around saying i am an idiot :P
There are still facts in the midst of the rojak. try to search for them yourself.

1.The person who tag you?

Weisian

2.Your relationship with him/her?

Friend..

3.Your 5 impression of her/him?

Quiet, Reliable, Secretive, Anime crazed, Friendly

4.The those memorable things she did for you?

Did with, yes. Did for, no.

5.If she becomes your lover will you?

It's a He =.=

6.The things she needed to improve on is?

Rather he stay the way he is, if not, his not the weisian i know anymore.

7.If she become your enemy will you?

Will I what? lol

8.What do you want to tell her now?

Bad luck for O'levels *twisting fingers*

9.How do you think overall people think about you?

Quiet and talkative(depending on my mood and who i am with)

10.what do you hate about yourself?

I love myself.

11.Say to the people who done something for you!

Thank you

12.Pass this quiz to 10 ppl!
1)Poh Heng
2)Poh Heng
3)Poh Heng
4)Poh Heng
5)Poh Heng
6)Poh Heng
7)Poh Heng
8)Poh Heng
9)Poh Heng
10)Poh Heng

13.Who is no.6 having relationship with?

No one.

14.is no.9 male of female?

Poh Heng. Try figuring that out yourself :)

15.If no.7 or 9 be together,would it be a good thing?

Never, unless he bring a mirror along whereever he goes.

16.where is no.2 studying?

ZSS

17.When is the last time you talk to no.3?

What do you think, Poh heng with poh heng.

18.what kind of music does no. 8 like?

Sad love songs- Brings out the emotion inside you.

19.Does no.1 have siblings?

Yes. IN fact, two irritating siblings.

20.would you woo no.3?

Only if no.3 puts up make-up. Which is like, never.

21.how about no.7?

See first.

22.is no.4 single?

Aint it obvious?

23.what is the surname of no.5?

Yap

24.what kind of hobbies no.10?

What are you trying to ask? oO

25.does no.5 and no9 get along well?

Totally.

26.have you ever tried developing feelings for no.8?

If you think that's rational, then yes.

27.Are no.1 and no.5 best friends?

Yes, in a way.

28.does no1 have any pet?

Not after killing his goldfish with a fork.

29.is no.7 the sexiest person?

Vomits. If his sexy, everyone's sexy.

30.what is no.10 doing?

Yet again, another obvious question

4th day of wcyf

2008-12-04T12:22:00.000-08:00

Hoho, still remember about what i say about kimberly and the guy she likes to stand with? This morning, she was like, "I dream about that guy". It wasn't all shocking news to me, I kind of expected it i guess, so i question her. "What did you do in the dream then?" She didn't know. She did fill in with the detail of "Jie yi was inside the dream too."

-Skip Skip SKip-

We had our combined split sectionals today and learned 4 songs in a day. The 4 songs are relatively easy compared to the one we had in our very own SATB choir- so no shock there. Anyway, i kind of like the theme song "Child of destiny" for the whole festival thingy. It sounded nice together when combined. And also, tenors get to reach high notes most of the time! Even though we ain't singing the melody...*sulks*

Just for your informations, the number of bass and tenor join together ain't even half of the sopranos. Major disadvantage for guys :(- but it ain't like guys have the same voice as the girls. Boys CAN sing louder- if they want to and got the right techniques. So, yea. But i still kind of think that it's unfair. Whatever.

At the end of the session, the SATB requested to sing "Everlasting melody" as the finale AGAIN. The conductor, Mr Toh, was still at his dramatic mode. Asking us if we want to go home since it's late already- since he want to avoid conducting that song. The crowd kind of screamed no, i did too. With no choice left, he conducted. I still had this fluffy feeling inside me while singing. And oh, at the end of the day, while walking towards the bus-stop, I think of it, and found out that the SATB are rather sick with that song. I felt goosebumps and stop thinking about it.

-Skip skip skip-

After Rebecca and Jie yi were gone- they took bus and lrt respectively, Kimberly suddenly said, "I think i was kissing the guy in the dream, but i still don't remember what jie yi was doing then." She was also sulking when she said that she can't stand with the guys. I don't know if there's a second meaning or not, but i just ask her "why?". It's nice to respond when a person is talking about something okay, so no complaints. And then she said, "Standing beside the guys is like standing in the centre of the choir, it's nice, being able to hear all of the sections singing and not just the altos only." Aww.. and i expected something more different. Nevertheless, that's a fact- standing right smack in the middle of the tenor section ain't fun at all. I tried once, and it ain't as enjoyable as standing next to the altos. Standing next to the bass ain't half bad either. Sopranos? Never get a chance to be near them. LOL..

P.S. We got a FREE file for the holding scores, and a booklet filled with songs too!

3rd day of wcyf

2008-12-03T04:01:00.000-08:00

Okay..As usual the SATB choir is still obsessed with the "Everlasting Melody". Why? cause it's soo everlasting -roll eyes-. But seriously, it's really nice; I felt extremely happy when and after singing that. How? It's just the way how the song works- rather hard to explain. Let's see, every single song you listen to would surely provoke certain emotions from inside you right? Just imagine that this song is one that would provoke happiness.

Also, there's this song "My heart is inditing" -apparently, one of my favourites too where we praticed with the orchestra today. It sounded really acient, i mean, the song is quite old already. It was specially made for queen caroline. For what? I forgot. Anyway the song is rather classy. absolutely love it.

Among the players- one of them played the oeba or something. I was laughing internally when i saw him blowing. I mean, imagine this, a person is blowing a carinet-liked thingy, his face is red- when i meant red, it is RED, obvious red-, and his throat expand like there's no tomorrow. You can really see the obvious expansion in his throat area. It was as if there's something really huge inside him, wanting to squeeze it's way out of the person's throat while he's blowing. EEW.

And oh, for the last few days- I have been teasing Kimberly Jie about the guy beside her and also another guy who seems to be ogling at her. She seems to feel the eeriee-feeling when i tease her about that guy who stares. But she kind of smile it off when i tease about the guy beside her. For your information, when i tease, i will be like, "Oh Oh.." then 'point' my facial expressions towards that guy- i use more of the eyeballs and eyebrows. Not only that, she's rather attentive towards that guy. She would always point out where he was when i talk about him. Curious, i ask her about it. She said, "He's right infront of me, how can i not see him?" Which obviously isn't the truth, i knew it, or that's what my heng's instincts told me. So i probe her further, asking her the same question while phrasing it differently. Up till a point when she confessed that she's ABIT more attentive towards him than anyone else. She also said that " Ilike standing beside him".

HOHOHO- Well I didn't really want to write this, i was just saying to her that i would write it down to the blog because of the sentence "I like standing beside him", then she was like, "write la, i don't mind" and stuff, so i did. I didn't really have much to talk about anyway.