Graaaagh.

so yeah, heheh. swimming to finish what i left off. ache from rugby, but hell it was fun :D zhi looked like the esplanade/durian when kt spiked his hair. highly amusing inter-cca - hissoc came first (the irony), we came third (more irony). well, they say we were fourth, but we maintain third. sounds better, especially since we were swimming with 6 people (4girls2guys) because the boys cant swim. the girls are more sporty than the guys. something's wrong :P next stop - track and fields. this time marcus had better be around.

i am very happy. NEW COMPUTER!!! ahahahaha!!!! whee! its very fast. veryveryfast. well, compared to my previous one it is, and at least it doesnt crash when you try to play stupid games from zone.com on it. 512 ram and a radeon 9600PRO. and it can scan 80gigs in about 7 mins. would probably be happier if parents would allow me to install games on it (tis a bloody sin to not utilise this to the max) but that's another campaign. wheeeee!!!

viruses spread damn fast. i dont protect my comp for 1-2 days because, well, avg wouldnt download. and POOM. 144 infected files thanks to 2 worm/viruses. gods, it's depressing to see a new comp violated so quickly.

havent posted due to many things such as debate and new comp, and stupid blackout. blackouts are romantic, inconvenient, and handphones are...handy, although teh image of a humanoid figure tottering around with two handphones in hand lighting the way spoils the mood dramatically. candles gutter too fast, and tend to run out pretty quickly. they're romantic, yes, but eminently un-practical when it comes to providing light (albeit better than handphones). scraping wax off the floor is not entirely pleasant when it's done in the dark, and enough wax spilled onto my hand for me to make a wax glove complete with fingerprints. bond would have been proud.

tomorrow is swim meet. i find it amusing that the debaters will be swimming in the inter-cca event. the mantra is "at least we'll beat the chess club/go green/insert-singularly-un-sporty-cca-here-apart-from-debate". here's hoping we dont end up last.

hamsters, anyone?

urk. does anyone want hamsters? please? they are being prolific. i now have 10.

uggh. have entered ultra-stoned state of apathy that results after an extremely bad sugar high. and bad as in "half-a-pint-of-ben-and-jerrys-one-sweet-whirled-ie-caramel-and-coffee-stuff-and-one-and-a-half-bars-of-chocolate" bad. and not good after running cross. i.e. body absorbs sugar very fast. me and brother were bouncing around the busstop. literally. and brother suffered spasms. and because of eating too much ice cream at one go, was also feeling sick. which is not a good feeling when feeling very, very hyper. how do people finish one pint all by themselves!!! crazy.

on a lighter note. i now have a potential 4 future furballs that are currently 4 very nerve-wracking pink squirming thingys.

anyone got that letter advertising the "GEP Alumni Association"? that super elitist thing that makes all readers choke on their incredulity? well, it was also plugging the "GEP Funfair", which was supposed to raise funds for charity. so 4 of us went down, 3 after debate, presumably to laugh at it.

it was horribly bombastic. for one, it took up the whole moe grange road field, and thank to the rain the field was very muddy, so you can imagine the problems that caused. it ended up with the 4 of us watching our steps instead of the stalls or (relatively non-existent) scenery. after making a gingerous (? what do you term the adjective of gingerly...) circuit of the field, we exited rather quickly and spent the rest of the day around books in orchard.

i dont know what exactly gets me about it, the fact that there were so many small kids around, the fact that there were so many parents around, or probably the fact that it was organised in the first place. if you see the "aims of the funfair", they're to "promote the understanding of the GEP". well i dont know about you, but organising a "GEP funfair" isn't exactly the best way to go about doing it. for one, it smacks of elitism of the highest degree. and there's the rub. it's a sad irony that all this 20 years of "education of the highest order" isn't really gonna mean anything any more. a careful analysis of the parents there would reveal a disproportionate amount of "taitais", swinging LV handbags and strutting bright blue pants (ok i generalise here), practically oozing the "my-child-is-so-much-better-than-yours-he's-in-GEP-can-you-beat-that" kind of mentality. the saddest irony is that this isnt gonna mean anything anymore. 5 years down the road, the new "elitist, die-die-must-get-my-child-in-there" will be the through-train programme or the IB, and the GEP will be an anachronism. in addition, considering the fact that these kids are "the future of the nation", and that these little primary school "future of the nation"s are holding mommy's hand as they trot everywhere, and that the number of GEP schools have practically doubled since its initiation (dare i even say tripled?), one starts to worry for the future of our dot at the end of the malaysian peninsula.

then again, there's something to be said for having such a damn big funfair. they even had an elephant bouncy castle thing, spinning alice in wonderland cups and even a small train. and a lot of mud, which the kids didnt seem to mind. for one, its obscene. all those little kids wearing orange shirts with "GEDP" on the back (gods above), teachers wearing red GEDP shirts, and us wearing disgusted expressions. maybe its just us with our own class of predjudices against the conspiracy to phase out the GEP, maybe we're being irrational and close minded and just can't stand kids, maybe we're even being traitors to our own kind. but why don't you see the pictures we took and hear the subsequent conversation about government conspiracy policies and see for yourself.

music of the moment - gnawing
mood of the moment - unsettled

somehow when reading all those fascinating arguments going on about religion in that other school about 2km away from me i feel...disconsolate :|

twenty-four fishes in the deep blue sea and you forget to turn off the light so i'm flying in the marianas thinking of you and blue hamsters turning over end and ends in my mind, convoluted swirls like the flash of lantern light and just as indirect as chopin going in one ear and smoke over water spreading throughout my senses so are you ok or are you playing possum? i can't tell, you won't tell, and so i drown here wondering why fish burrow.

music of the moment - deep blue something - breakfast at tiffany's
mood of the moment - resigned.

if you feel bored:
1. go to google
2. type in "weapons of mass destruction"
3. click "I'm Feeling Lucky"
4. grin a lot

:D

spent the whole day playing guitar. skin on tips of left fingers probably grown about half a cm thicker :P

ooh. and jan gabarek is very very nice. though i think i didn't really do justice to the ticket, because i was so tired from ntus i found myself falling asleep. i hope subliminal hearing works, because what i heard was very...full-bodied? the saxaphone tone was absolutely beautiful, and it could range from an irish fiddle to a plaintive cry, and the pianist seemed simple at first because he was playing the accompaniment but once they got to their solo sections they really shone. i couldn't even track his improvisation, and he used quite a bit of modern techniques (like playing in the piano. as in, in.) the bassist too...playing below the bridge. but this most..impressive was the percussionist. well, for one, her setup looked like a while wall of...metallic things. the only way you could see her was because she was wearing a bright yellow outfit. and she was very animated. but..maan. i've never seen anyone play the percussion like her before. practically a whirling dervish. whoooo. good stuff :D

hmm.

and i'm staying. next stop - which class :|-

random thoughts of the day,

i wonder how many users, especially in singapore, actually utilise more than a quarter of the preset words in their t9 dictionary. what with all the "alwaizzzzz" and "hahaz" and "frens" and all...*twitch*

the reason why kids are so confident is because they havent seen the real world yet. to them everything's possible because they haven't experienced failure, and they just dont know how hard things can get. the trick is to get them to keep the innocence without knowing it, and then you get your entrepreneur. or boss. or successful artist. or whatever.

man am i STUFFED. i think i should stop eating so much. like at buffets. at ponderosa. wow.

well, vcs turned out fine :D congrats to the team ending a 5 year title drought. the guys were over the moon...especially our resident german. and mr ngoei was so happy he gave us a treat ^^. so now i'm stuffed. ugh.

and yay for longdistance calls woohoo!! if you guys wanna get something to jinin send it to me quick quick by next week.

i seem to be very...succint. heck.

and raising victor vargas is a very nice show

wargh. so lets see. results. well...if you really want to know, ask me. i dont really feel like posting it up here because i think it'd probably be damn inappropriate. so now the question that has been kicking its heels at the back of my mind comes into focus - where next? this chapter's closed, finished, kaput. wahey, but no time to stay, the train's moving on, time waits for no man etc etc. and there really is no interim time...decisions should be like lightning, and like lightning they dont strike twice (supposedly) and they're bloody dangerous if you happen to be unlucky. TELL ME. someone PLEASE dictate my life for once. i'm sick of being my own scapegoat, and i know how bloody hypocritical it is to be asking someone else to be my scapegoat, but dammit...though in the end, i'll probably still blame myself.

please, tell me what your school is like.

hidden headaches, comfortable sciences/silences and glucose-ridden kids.

well i guess i should post about funorama. but seriously, what's there to say? it was fun, i met up with lots of people, i found out i suck at soccer (big surprise there), i got another bear (and ANOTHER one today so i think i can finally shut my brothers cries for a bear up). the games stall wasn't too great, but it was a slow turnover rate. and it was relatively fun :D slacking with hong and gang rules too. and i wouldnt be surprised if i contracted diabetes on that day. ate a LOT of sugar. i [heart] haagen daaz's cinnamon caramel! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

staying back when everyone goes off for an early day of fun is kinda demoralizing, really. training is TIRING. both debates and cross. but cross was relatively slack. but i got home STONED. as in, poleaxed-stoned.

waaaaaaaa. tired.

i love this. it rules. the art is great, the storyline amazing, the descriptions fantastic.

standing in a lava waste
a salt and empty earth.
dream a release from pain and barren land
your opiate to the world around you
put your trust not in princes, but in paupers,
trust,
the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep.

valentines day is a big thing in acjc. the night before, balloons are hung up in the lobby and around the school, dedications are played in the void deck, flowers are sold at obscene prices (and worse, people are actually paying for them and everyone is laden with flowers, chocolates, munchies and random objects of affection. unremarkably, my class was pretty apathetic towards valentines day, with pretty much the only indication that it was a special occasion being when the thoughtful girls of the class gave people flowers, notes, chocolates etc (hooray for white chocolate covered strawberries ^^) and when celene's boyfriend trotted in to give her a balloon heart and flower, earning cheers from the amused crowd.

i wonder, though, is vday as big a thing is other jcs? like, say, rj? or hc? or nj? here it's practically a school holiday, because for one i doubt anyone gets anything done. simply too many distractions. there's only so much you can do when a purple balloon is bobbing just behind you and balloon flowers are strewn around the place and people are trying to imitate micky mouse with the aid of helium.

still, it is fun. for the doubles, it's vday. nuff said.for the singles, you get to watch the goings-on and laugh at the antics. that is, unless you're one of those who suffer from brokenheartitis, or lonlinessism. in which case, there's really nothing much you CAN do except get really drunk and wake up feeling like you oughta have felt when you started.

but there's nothing to mark him as the devil's own.

chubby bunny should not be played with: a) soup, b) papayas, and c) dried apricots, the latter because it's just pointless. even with a pointless game. but chubby bunny with marshmellows, ah, now, that's something. *grin* very funny photos. someone can stuff 9, crazy boy. and if you're squeamish, dont do it. you get powdered sugar all over. liquid powdered sugar, if you get what i mean.

uggy unny.