It’s just me.

Drop everything–you may want to keep your pants on though–and hit the beach with a guitar and get grooving to a blithesome life of a time! Since you’re always that one step nearer to grave no matter what, why sulk? So be happy! Hah, Jack Johnson’s songs are so kewl =D

Sometimes I just wish I could read your thoughts. Then I won’t have to do grueling wild guesses. So what have you been thinking? How have you been feeling towards this guy who…

A word of thanks. Yea. Gotta thank god for that. At least you did. It had somehow made my day, the fact that you initiated and let me know. But your reply was vague, and then you moved on quick. I dunno if that was done on purpose. For I might’ve seen a little…

Why am I thinking about all these!? Please, not another prank out to fool my already very dummy brain. That was more than enough.

It was a strange situation for this. I did anyway, and it seemed weird, to me. Not sure how the rest might’ve thought, or, have even noticed for that matter. But did I really care? For I was deeply engaged in self conversation. Disturbing topics. The other had wished to bring up; I have no control. Or perhaps, I hadn’t want to interfere in the first place. Then all was fine again, like usual, whenever it comes haunting that is. Hahz. I’m always so forgetful, so instantly forgetful.

Solitude isn’t an all time hideaway for a soul in need of refuge after all. Perhaps, communication is key.

It’s incredulous. The fact that the brain of mine generates thoughts which I myself can’t fully comprehend? Wonder if this happens to you too.

Oh just how I love photography…

Will someone be so kind to sponsor me a cam (a professional one I mean), possibly some of its lessons too…

Will I see something nice before my door step this christmas?

HAHA.. there goes the dreamer again. Don’t mind.

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Just for fun.

“Instructions: List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blogl along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.” (source: KL’s blog)

Alright here goes:
1) Jack Johnson- Breakdown
2) Simple Plan- Crazy
3) Jack Jarvis- Magic works
4) Green Day- Wake me up when September ends
5) Robbie Williams- Eternity
6) Daniel Powter- Jimmy gets high
7) Howie Day- Collide

My precognititive ability seems that bit stronger than usual today.

Had predicted 24+ for sis’s aggregate. True enough, it is. But it isn’t really up to my expectations. Believe she could’ve done just a little better. Not the case for mom though who’s over overjoyed to tears (literally) by that figure. Maybe I should learn to be zhi zu. So off she will be to CCHS, dad’s former. For all I know, she might end up in NYJC, like me. Not exactly bad, but let’s hope she’ll follow the cleverer half of its cohort and find her way to TJ (or somewhere better). Her graduation was as if a replica of mine. She received her cert from the same hands, in the same class and topped the class as monitress. And that’s exactly the situation some five years ago. Kewl.

Finally got the cahnce to retreat into a cosy arm chair and tune in to Ying Yue Ri Ji on 933. So had I had hoped for a positive and loving story this time round and it did come true, as if at my order. Like how the genie in Aladdin’s wishing lamp would grant your wishes. Hahz. Anyway. It was really enjoying.

So much for the day.

Okie. Perhaps a little more:

There seems to be a common displeasure among students when talking about their school’s lav. Hahaz. While in NYJC, we complain about them being cleaned too often! Maybe we should suggest replacing the present ones with cleaners with lower IQ. Non-workaholics are possible too. If not, either water bills are going to stay high in the sky or students’ bladders will burst one fine day. Just you see.

I said I got to leave. Sec questioned. I said I have a dental appointment. Sec asked if I had brought along the appoinment card to show. I said it isn’t with me. Sec said I was to bring a copy along next week. I thought, then, what a trouble I just found for myself… Stupid.

Jon was caught up with the freakish facilitator of his, so a little brother came instead. Along with Cass and Cui, we sat through nearly 3 hours seeing Harry Potter jumping around the premise of Hogwarts. I must confess reading the book itself would’ve provided it’s reader much greater thrill, despite this being an exceptionally long film and painstaking production. I bet its crew must be cursing the guy who popped the lightbulb to make the Harry Potter series into pictures.. hahz. But still I would rate it a good screening. Clever summary. Now is that supposed to be a compliment? Lolz.

Heartiest congrats to Marcus who got through to the second round of audition in the Xiao Yuan Superstar.
Whatever it is, you know you’ve got your class =D

PS: Sorry guys. But I’m sure you won’t mind me saying this on your behalf yah?!
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I purchased something without even realising it’s significance. Silly me.

Four-leaf clover. Yes, a four-leaf clover necklace. It caught my attention right away, though it seemed a rather old and shabby and cheap and cliche good. But I decided to follow my senses, bought it anyway, despite the many attractive others calling on me to get them for you. Hope you’ll like it.

Four-leaf clover is thought to be an occurance out of approximately 10,000 three-leaf clovers (wikipedia). Extremely rare! It’s said that one of its leaves represents hope, while the other is for faith, the third love, and the last luck. I do wish it’s really as myth has it.

Four-Leaf Clover (by Ella Higginson)

I KNOW a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith,
And one is for love, you know,
And God Put another in for luck
If You search, You will find where they grow

But you must have hope, and you must have faith,
You must love and be strong–and so–
If You work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

Taiwan: thru my eyes (snapshots here)

It wasn’t so much of an eye opener, in a pop-cultural sense, since I’ve already experienced much of it back home. But it’s kewl, really, to be able to feel for yourself the many things you could only see through the ‘electric eye’. Something worth a note, Jay’s November’s Chopin is regarded like a pricey item on sale in CD shops. Those on the shelves are not to be withdrawn freely for purchase. You’ve got to seek assistance from the salesperson to get it. Man!? I think it’s a piece of rare gem too.

Talk in terms of it’s scenery, I’ve seen better. No kick.

Night markets, Shimenting, fascinating! They’re so full of life when the sun goes down and everybody in singapore would be turning in to their cosy beds. Taiwanese on the hand, have a totally different concept of moonrise. Darkness signals the time for the locals to shop! Strange though, but true enough. Night time shopping there will be anybody’s haven, seriously, to see and to feast. Great shoppers, great sellers! Of course, great food! Man, it’s papaya milk, pearl tea…

One interesting fact about this place is that, you never know when you should be reading from left to right, or from right to left. Even they speak, it’s a mix of hokkien (tai yu) and chinese (guo yu). Strange peeps having strange ways of doing things. We had so much trouble trying to cross the roads, since we’re always looking in the wrong direction; so used to our local infrastucture. Pyschotic drivers partly to blame too.

They’re pretty open too, in a political sense. You’ll never fail to see a road lined with political banners, and ‘firing’ programmes on TV too. So much for complaints. Why don’t you be the president instead?

And I suppose they are a strong believer in Feng Shui as well? The tour guide was rattling this fact to us like a national pride. Aplenty lessons taught and stories told on the coach (Taipei Ju Dan which literally means Taipei giant egg) by Alan (the tourguide). It’s up to you to believe.

The impression I have of the Taiwanese, is, they’re a real pragmatic lot. You might think it as a cause of environmental influence. Not exactly irrelevent though, but you bet, they’ve got a dozen or so religious (buddhist) channels. No power?

If you think SCV will leave your eyes startled at the many channels to view, what about a 100? I’m so spoilt for choice in the hotel room; Yea, my pair just wouldn’t leave the screen till the lids finally weigh a ton and forced it shut. PS: Fortunately the sickly looking TV sets were able to withstand the frequent switches.

And… they–I mean the sales persons–looked all too desperate for you to trust your money on their goods. They’re sure to scare the daylight out of you even a mile away, especially those working for government endorsed stalls. Why? I can’t seem to explain either. Perhaps they’re just trying to help. Now, that’s a real bad mutation from the Jap’s service attitude.

This trip marks the ninth country I’ve left my foot prints upon. Where next?…

Back.

The sweaters didn’t come into play until the last day..WT. Had fun still, despite its disgustingly similar climate relative to that of singpore’s. It’s a whole new experience from the past free-and-easy travels, since I’m on a tour this time round. A tour? With a bunch of jokers! Yea, we are all related; There weren’t a single foreign soul in the tour group except for the tour guide and his driver. That’s the fun.
Don’t wish to be too critical about this trip. After all, a vacation’s meant for having a good time, right?

Now it’s back to the loving embrace of theories and tutorials (that never made much sense). What a nostalgic sense of home coming.. for a moment. Seven weeks of freedom and ease. Freedom and ease? Not anymore, with workload and duties piled up like those heaps of peaks in Taiwan.
Got to be conscientious.. SIGH. I hate that.

Sniff of christmas in the air. Looking forward to christmas shopping! Being Santa can be a fulfilling job to be. You got to believe me, that “giving is better than receiving” is true.

ThE bItChY hEn AnD hIs BiTcHy ChIcKs..

It was a lovely reunion night at Swensens. The people. The chats. Who knows, we could’ve made the longest dining table ever in the eatery’s history.. hahz. And I thought I too made a break through by ordering the smallest serving of ice cream ever served. God! At Swensens, which is famous for nothing but its soft creamy solids? Yea.. thanks to a cold.. But I must be real fortunate though, for I was saved from commiting the deadly sin.

Teresa, as you pretty much could’ve guessed, had overslept, and missed this round of our biannual gathering. Well, you can’t really do anything about that blur-sotong–Pigs’ nature.

Glad to know the rest of us guys are doing real fine with our lives, and we’re all changed!! But the bitchy sense hasn’t gone quite a fair bit (except for Pillai who’s reportedly lost his bitchiness after the extreme makeover in the cruel hands of NYJC). That’s good to know!! I’m sure all of us must have been proud to have made history in PRCS, not by being in its smartest class of 2003&4, but rather, the bitchiest and dirtiest and kinkiest and wackiest class, right!! I think that column in the honour roll will forever be ours to take *cHuCkLeS*

OP today. Glad it’s over. And there goes the whole of PW for good. I did my best, I guess. But Bin said I was rattling off like none other. (..?) Whatever. The accessor (the HE with a bell pot right there) fired questions at us like the goddess of no mercy. Yea. Group 153 couldn’t catch those bullets in time and was shot.. to death. Darren said bell pot and Poh are the deadliest pair one can get. Just our luck.

Will be going on a vacation tomorrow with a thousand worries. Leaving for Taiwan, the land which those proud natives there call the Island of a Thousand Gods. It seems just the right place to be for a remedy. But sadly, the worries will still be here to stay. Wait till I’m back… I dare not and do not wish to imagine.

Hopefully I can bid you folks here farewell with the last entry in a week at the departure lounge –or area or whatever you call that.

Stay kewl. Adioz.

I’m blogging this entry in the hope that those few silly (or non-cow-sensical) lines can rid some strains on my poor nervous system. Just so jammed with emotions and thoughts.

It came with such great impulse it really caught me off my guards. The same old doubts struck once again. Questionings.. about courage, about self-confidence, about comp., about, the many more related others.

Guessing games are the hardest to bear, most torturous, if you may. But, I suppose it’s only natural that heterosexuals–not sure about the anomalies though–go through a round or two (or three or four or more) in their lives. So no complains alright, since everybody gets ‘tortured’.
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Really looking forward to our dinner on Tuesday! Cheers, old buddies!