I've stopped blogging about my weekend morning jogs ever since I stopped exploring. I thought that there was nothing else to explore around Serangoon, so when I didn't take the train to someplace else like Sengkang - which I've only done twice - I took the usual route and there wasn't anything much to talk about. I thought I've conquered Serangoon, but I was wrong.

Today I ran my usual route, in the opposite direction around Maris Stella and the cemetery beside it. I ran against the direction of the other joggers around, so today I'd feel like it's a different jog and I'll be able to immerse in that "exploration feeling" again. I saw this pair of joggers at one of the crossroads, and followed them, cause they looked like they were going somewhere. They looked like they had an aim, which was great. I jogged after, but then decided against it a minute later when they ran into a path which seemed to lead back to HDBs. I went the other way, along some old and dilapidated bungalows, and then continued from there. I ran along the path, saw a school, then saw Cedar Girls. I remember my Maris Stella Primary PE teacher Mr Soo used to joke about bringing us on a morning run to Cedar Girls cause we were a bunch of boys. He never did though, but that's not the point. He described Cedar Girls as opposite, but the only thing I could see across the road as an 8 year old boy was a church and the industrial estate. So yeah, the location of Cedar Girls' been a tiny mystery I wanted to solve as a kid. Now I did, and I confirmed it was pretty close cause I could briefly recognise the tall industrial buildings at Bartley Road in a distance. It probably wasn't very far away if I could recognise them with my eyesight of 200 degrees.

With a tinge of happiness I continued, ran into a block of bungalows, and thought I was probably going to end my run there as I started to slow into a walk. Then, I saw this seemingly-displaced cushioned, wooden chair - like one of those in Goldilocks - leading me into a walkway between two bungalows. As I emerged from that 10-metre walkway... lush greenery. It was almost like one of those scenes in Skins. Lush green grass spread evenly over a modest hilltop with thin trees sparsely placed over the hill. Weak sunlight at 7am filling up every corner of the picture, with a bit of warmth but yet in perfect balance with the slightly misty air around. The smell of sweet flowers and morning dew, yet a sight of 15-odd joggers in slow motion. That view from behind the row of bungalows was awesome. Don't mind me trying to be poetic, but with Florence + The Machine singing into my entrance at that sight, I felt at eternal bliss. Regina Spektor's upbeat and cheerful Folding Chair played after Rabbit Heart as I stepped up the hill, like as if my iPod was in-sync with my exhilarated heart. It felt like seeing light at the end of the tunnel. It felt like I fully recovered from a terminal disease. That happiness which seeps through every vessel in your heart, the uncontrollable smile escaping at the ends of your lips. I was thinking "fuck yeah I've found new motivation to study hard and earn enough money to get one of these bungalows". In the middle of my jog I even saw bungalows with like a 15-metre walk-in after the front gate. Awesome. Excited, I jogged up the hill to find a cemented pathway, which was even better. I ran along, down the path as it broke into three lines. Then, a minute later, my excitement and motivation seeped away - the path led to the start of my usual jog around the cemetery. The hill was connected to the forest beside Maris Stella. It's always been here, but I never knew there was a pathway in. But then again, the sight wouldn't have been that stunning from this view, I'd never have enjoy the same revelation from discovering this scenic hill.

I wanted to take a picture as I stood before the hill, behind the row of bungalows. But the first generation of iPod Nano didn't have cameras, and I didn't bring my phone. Actually, the idea of bringing a DSLR there the next time is pretty compelling. Okay, I might just do that. Those alleys behind the row of shops, hidden mini parks amongst the bungalows in Serangoon Garden, there's just so much to take in. And if I do, I'd be able to share it with all of you. Simple and obvious but I think I just realised why I've a passion for photography. There's just so much goodness in the world, you gotta share them with everyone else.

Prata to end my jog. On a different note, I've no idea why the Indian roti-prata men always assume Chinese take chicken curry. That's kinda racist, isn't it? It's like the less sour, less tangy cousin of the fish curry. I like fish curry - spicy, sour, while teh-tarik completely enriches that spicy sourness. Like cheese and wine. Today I got chicken curry, so I was slightly miffed cause I've been there almost every other Sunday (I've alarms at 6am every weekend, but sometimes I fail, though I've no idea why Saturdays always prove to be a failure) and I cannot believe he forgot. The other uncle's already understood and serves me fish curry. So I requested for a change and he then told me there wasn't any more fish curry. For a moment I thought it was the oil spill around Changi's coast, before the old uncle in front of me got 5 "crispy" pratas with fish curry. Pissed, but only that-slightly cause the morning had been too awesome. Fine maybe that old uncle goes everyday so he's getting some VIP treatment, I forgive them. But then again maybe it's still the oil spill, which is why they are short in supply. But that said, I've no other choice cause there isn't any other viable prata-options around in my neighbourhood.

So, the beautiful hill's actually not that far away from my house, and my motivation's driven down a bit, but I'm still going to study right now. Yes, 9.32am, till lunch at Grandma's. I wanted to study the entire day. But then again, family's important. Gotta appreciate your family.

P.S. I think I'm quite a loner. I wouldn't mind jogging with others but then I still think it's a lot nicer to experience all these alone. Jogging alone's... fun. (Woah, long post)

Everyday I end up waking up in the afternoon, I get up to find every drip of my motivation gone. Sentosa was great yesterday. Haven't played proper for a few months now.

[EDIT]
It's saturday, and it's been a week into the holidays. HBL was an official failure. Looking back at the week, I've done bloody nothing at all the entire week. Fuck. Had enough fun for the week, I planned to use this weekend to get back on track but everything is just fucking failing. Ever since I woke up at 12plus today, I've been on my Normal Dist. 4.2 tutorial corrections. And I'm only at question 5 right now. The teacher who did that pdf's probably a slacker, the solution has comments in yellow to answer for skipping steps and formulas. I'm going almost berserk trying to figure this out. It's like creating lapses in my thought process. Like shit stupid referrals to formula lists and others, had me going up and down to get stuff. I'm like fucking dumb okay so don't skip steps and assume I'm fucking going to understand YOUR thought process. I'm bloody pissed, I've almost punched my computer screen staring at that ugly pdf, and that's led me to watching 5 episodes of How I Met Your Mother, 2 Glee and to continue Kick-Ass I was watching last night till 1am. I want to scream to VJ and tell them how much HBL's a failure. Miss Ding could've done all of that in an hour. Pfft

Someone tell me why I'm so tired. Mum woke me up around 8am and from then it's been a series of waking up, pacing around and going back to sleep. Yeah, the longest I've been awake was just now around 2pm to 3pm, which included half hour of doing GP mindmap (alone) and lunch. I just woke up from nap #11 (not an exaggeration) and I made myself a cup of coffee I hope I don't go back to sleep again.

Can't spend too much time on the computer. Sakae with class today. Got one annoying mosquito flying around my legs. My thighs are jiggling. Yesterday I re-touched my computer's desktop image. I added 2 motivational quotes so I'll be influenced and 坚持下去. I feel like I should spent more time with my mum. I think I might cancel out on all the stuff tomorrow cause I should really cherish moments with my family. Plus I'm pretty excited about friday. Must accompany her esp. when dad's off to Malaysia and bro's still in camp. Think she's too committed to our family she almost canceled on her old friend that day till she found out her friend just had a divorce and needed company. Sometimes I think about it and feel sad for my parents. Oh yeah then I added a drop-shadow to the words "fuck" and "study" on my desktop image so they'll pop and scare me a little. Hope it helps. Good dreams.

HAHA PAUL HUNT! PLEASE WATCH THEM I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GOING TO WASTE 6 MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE BUT YOU'LL NEVER EVER REGRET THIS. HAHAHAHA OMG I LAUGHED TILL I CRIED IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER MYSELF THIS IS SO FUNNY YET AWKWARD AT THE SAME TIME.

In addition, too gay to post. Click on link to see Vera de Milo in Fox TV before we were all born. We missed out on all the best stuff man.

Pffwah shall be my new way of expressing anger in a tinge of joking-ness. Pronounced "fwah" in an angsty manner. (Did you just try that out?) Like pffwah today I witnessed this loser act in my entire day of using Facebook. HBL was a fail so I ended up using a lot of Facebook. I earned SGD170 on my virtual stocks account for a part of econs HBL, after (twice) restarting my portfolio of losses $350 and $740 respectively. Spent half an hour on the last account before I slapped myself and realised that I was wasting precious time, letting those "real" minutes trickle by while earning virtual cash. Okay truth be told I didn't really slap myself. But you get the idea. Anyway I woke up at 9am and I was expecting everyone else in VJ to be diligently online and staring at those online lectures when I saw that Ivan was the only class contact signed on to MSN. So tomorrow, I think I'm going to do something more productive instead. Oh I swam today!

Okay things aren't really in chronological order here, but this is how my thoughts are like, so yeah you gotta decipher. Anyway back to what I was talking about. I can't be too obvious cause this is a public blog and god knows who reads this. So yeah, I'll be subtle. Starts: There's seriously no need to try and be cool by following some fad, or by following someone who you think is fab, only to back out in the end cause your little whimpering ego cannot take it. People are cool in their own ways, so don't be such a loser alright. Don't do it if that's not "you" - pffwah.


This is so weird. I cannot explain how exactly this is funny but I really think this is funny! It's not just me laughing right? Dunno, saw this from Alvina / Perle so I guess I'm not weird?

I'm sure everyone uses Google, so yeah you would have seen this. Pretty cool! Just came back from wushu team lunch at Dhoby Ghaut, "YES!" to living cheap, teacher-treat-students today at Cafe Cartel, had an extremely full meal and yes, satisfying. Even better cause it's free! Going out soon for my cousin's wedding dinner @ Marina Bay Sands.

Yesterday / today was / is going to be awesome! Friday was me brisk walking around school cause there was a lot of things to complete on the last of day school - yes, last day of school for VJC! - and then EXCO interview in the afternoon, my uncle picked me up in school to go for a Buddhist prayer at Hougang. Saw Jeffrey there, like woah Jeffrey?! HAHA. VJ Wushu stay-over after that. We left Freda's house at 11.30pm and wandered around Singapore east, from Parkway to ECP to VJC, back to Parkway and finally to Freda's house to sleep at 7am for 2 hours before going out again. On-off raining, chats atop rooftops, getting high, drinking and HTHT HAHA! Great time spent with boys team + Adeline and Jiajia. Gotta round 2 some other time!

Saw this from Alicia's. Yeah now I feel so pathetic and inferior.

I'm looking at all those teams who lost their semis this week. First was soccer guys, then floorball guys, now volleyball girls. Teams who've had definite finals last year letting it slip through. Everyone's so... dispirited in school these days. I'm glad the volleyball girls are already-cheery when I saw them in the afternoon. Think the floorballers took it on themselves quite harshly. Afterall, that 1 full year of intensive trainings almost everyday... quite a pity.

Watched the vball guys at CCAB today. 1 close set, 1 set won, 2 sets lost. Team started out on great morale, first set was pretty tight. They played against NYJC, some of them told me they needed a miracle to win cause earlier in the preliminaries NYJC won Hwachong, the defending champions. There was this point of time they were leading 18:10 into the second set, and they maintained the lead till the end of the set. At that time, I thought that maybe yes, a miracle could happen with all the other CCAs in VJ getting all that shit, maybe heaven gave us some luck. They didn't win the next two sets, but I'm really proud of them. I'm proud to have (once) been in the team! All those long and tough trainings paid off. I just hoped they had more supporters though. NYJC had threatening ground-stomping cheers which was annoying, but we couldn't even drown them cause we didn't have enough people. The bus which left VJ at 3pm had... 9 people. Daniel, Perle, Suwen, me and those 5 others. Looked seriously pathetic. Oh well! Soccer girls secured champions today! (thank god)

Soccer guys lost to SAJC in sudden death. After a tie of 1:1 and a tie in penalty kicks. That just sounds impossible. It's only semi-finals. Well, strong competition maybe, but woah. Everyone at the match at MJ must have been (fucking) sad. I left for tuition when VJ was leading by a point at half-time [and I still ended up late] but I never expected this. It's like Phelps missing a medal. It's like... the annoying orange getting knifed. Not possible. As far as I know it, VJ's been holding the challenge trophy for donkey years. Actually I'm not too sure about that, but that's at least the impression in everyone's head. Sorry, Jiajie / Asyraf. I'm sure everyone's put in truckloads of effort though. Oh there was this number t*o on the opposing team who wasn't exceptionally friendly. I think he had about as much sportsmanship as a weasel. Shit happens, huh.

OH YEAH Ivan just reminded me about what I wanted to add on as well, on Facebook.

Ivan Yak
wah trying to act indie ar? "indie don't exist, but i like indie" BOO.

Yeah Ivan you can die in peace now I blogged about you, you've been wanting me to scold you on my blog right? Okay wait uhm to clear things up, I completely didn't say that. That pop-tart put words in my mouth. HAHA get it? POPtart? Okay lah I shall stop trying to be so indie. Note: choice of word here, "be" instead of "act". HEHE but I am a bit indie lor. Oh yeah, which reminds me. He misunderstood whatever I said. Today while we were doing work, I mentioned that I'm not trying to be indie, I just like indie music. I said indie isn't exactly a definition, but I just like indie music. TAKE THAT, IVAN YAK. [Don't worry we're still on good terms (I HOPE HAHAHA) we just do this to each other very often] I just want to share the good things yeah? :) I know you all still love me despite my indie-promotion-ness.


Found a great mugging spot in VJ. That's like as difficult as finding water in a desert. [What's with me and analogies today?] But then I'm really proud of it. Awesomeness. Too bad I can't share it with you it's strictly highly exceptionally confidential. Maybe I'll consider telling if you're a loner and you're not going to bring others there, or after the A levels, possibly. To non-Victorians, you won't ever understand the pain of trying to study in VJC. You give up. Classrooms - taken. Library - hellhole, oven, everything else which describes a completely non-functional air conditioning system. Mugging spots - dirty, warm, crowded, tables which are falling apart. Canteen - oily, crowded. Wushu room - canteen oil, one table, too many members, guitar, friends, chit-chat.

I went to MJC today and I felt so emo. I mean, air conditioned CCA rooms, wooden benches EVERYWHERE. AND I REALLY MEAN EVERYWHERE. Windy spaces and everything else. I like VJC colours, I like our tree house and everything else that's fun about it, but otherwise - no wonder MJC's getting better results. Makes you want to study so much more please. Oh yeah back to showing off the confidential mugging spot... "YES SUCKERS" HAHA. Okay lah I'm kidding ask me and I'll tell. If you're as desperate as me (us). Or actually... if you're smart about it and follow what I've been talking about up there, you'll know. *wink*

A bit random, but I'm calling out to all music junkies out there. Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, (500) Days of Summer and New Moon. 3 movie soundtracks you have to have. Theses take soundtracks to a whole new level, the movies aren't great, but the soundtrack is a must-buy. It's like opening up this lustrous treasure chest oozing with excellent indies you'll never have found without it. Like a compilation, but better. 3 groups of great numbers, perfectly fitting the movie themes, but yet still extremely good out there alone. You have to have them.

Watched The Killers' concert monday night. On DVD, from the Royal Albert Hall UK. The experience was great enough just from the DVD alone, can't imagine how insanely awesome it would be to be there, live. I haven't been to a single concert my entire life. I mean, non-school concerts. Would really love to go for one of them, Killers / Lady Gaga would be great.

One year ago this day - a mix of sorrow, disappointment and ... more sorrow. Not the exact date, but yeah, the day House results came out. I wonder how those booted juniors are feeling though, probably that exact same sour/bitter emotion, sucks. The tree-house massacre. I didn't expect what came out for the Phoenix results today though, heard from Dylan in the morning while walking to school. You know, till this year's wushu junior EXCO selection, I have never understood how much every single action counted towards the final decision, how much you're judged. I didn't know that you weren't supposed to take on too many commitments, I never knew you weren't supposed to whine off at your senior EXCO about how hard you're finding it to cope with your commitments. Extremely important take-home.

And then today I took down the mouse I kept up yesterday. If I didn't have the strong urge to blog, I probably wouldn't have came up here. I've found a great place to hide it. It's still in that same old top-cupboard of my wardrobe, now under a facade. I picked the sexual nipple-exposing tissue-holder doll thingum Jiamin gave me for my 14th birthday. I remember feeling extremely o.O first time I saw it. I was extremely afraid my parents would misunderstand that I've got some secret doll-fetish if I took it home and hid it in the cupboard till they found out, so I had to come clean with my mum that day - and it was awkward. Anyway, I stuffed my mighty mouse inside its body, and yes it does help a little, no matter how little is little. I'm quitting by 8.30pm and hiding it back up there. There, under that shiny black bra, the exposed nipple and those really thick lips.



Today was a pretty happy day in school, though I'm currently planning a timetable I'm sure I won't follow, for the next two weeks, cause my civics tutor thinks I can't get my own life in shape.

But yeah he's not entirely wrong. I'm such a fucking time-waster. It's 9.45PM right now, I wasted an hour trying to motivate myself with a hideous end product. I'm going to fucking throw / bury my mouse now.

You know I'm all for first experiences. Today I've checked "hotel birthday party" and "sucking helium". Hotel is Shangri-La somemore okay don't pray pray. Marcus was epic funny. Our subOG walked from Orchard to Shangri-La, (woah greatest feat of the week) you should have seen us halfway through the walk. Girls barefooted, guys walking in stiff, awkward positions to minimize sweating. Actually, to be honest it's more like avoiding armpit sweat-patches HAHA. But yeah it was a fun experience, company and all. And all these years I've been wanting to breathe in helium and sing "jigglypuff", now I finally did. I think I prolly got too excited I sang jigglypuff pretty loudly, thinking about it. All the photos taken today are extremely red cause of the orange lighting and furniture all around. What I'm showing below's already edited.




Kelly's birthday dinner @ With a Pinch of Salt. Remember it was Yuting's birthday we stood in the exact same spot and took photos too. We should really meet up altogether soon huh. I miss hanging out after school on the courts, ice-skating and times we just sit and talk about life then forget about time.

Main thing first, because of the excessive amount of time I spend on Facebook daily, I've came to heard of the unfortunate death of Melissa Toh. A friend of two of my friends, I've browsed through her artworks, read her group's wall comments, I don't know her but for the past hour's worth, somehow something touches my heart. Listening to this cover of Sea Of Love posted on Facebook, a dedication to her, almost made me cry. I think it's been the 10th time I'm listening to it, and still doing typing this post. The song, her voice, the context, it's just perfect. I don't know her, but this is the closest I've got to experiencing the death of a friend, and for that I thank her for helping me understand the fragility of life.


Okay rub and wipe those watery eyes, if you've explored and heard, I'm sure you're at least feeling something in your heart.

Spending way too much time online this weekend. I almost died in school on thursday and friday, I practically ran around school the entire day, looking for teachers, doing homework, rushing through lunch, doing more work. Everything kinda just crashed in on thursday, like as if my mind opened to everything I've been stuffing under the bed in my head. I'm still trying to juggle between life and studies, trying to grasp that impossible balance I'm hoping I'll get in 2 weeks. Yes, I give myself 2 weeks. I've got a colossal amount of work to do right now, but I'm sacrificing sleep time on what I'm doing now so I'm less guilty. Started on physics tuition, and it's quick pace is draining out every part of me.

On another note, before I unplug my mouse and hide it a little deeper into the cupboard (it works a little bit), I think I might invest in a good set of in-ears soon. I just found out from my brother that he got his for $138. The recent appreciation and hype for good music's going to fuel my desire for a good set of earpieces. After my budget deficit goes below $50, I'm going to get a set of them. [I know right, I'm such a petty miser, who the hell does his pocket money account down to the cents? Red means overspending, orange being within budget, green for "wow you're really save-y this week!", look how well I've did the past 2 months.] So from now I'm going to save, especially with the food. But it's getting more difficult - the harder I try at my studies, the more I feel I gotta reward myself, the more I spend on food. I might not be able to control myself, and surrender to the temptation before I get to my aim though, I really wish I had them now.



I heard Mardy Bum by the Arctic Monkeys a couple of hours ago, and my heart did that same flip every time I experience when I discover treasure like this. Georgienne's birthday @ Shangri-La Hotel tomorrow. That's probably the first high-class birthday party I've ever been to. Pretty exciting huh. Oh yeah, unfortunately the day's over by 56 minutes as of now, but then happy birthday to my good friends Kelly Khoo and Georgienne Lee! Plus I got an inspiration this afternoon, I'm going to buy a set of drawing materials soon, and then I'll be drawing cards for all my good friends' birthdays.

I've stopped blogging about my weekend morning jogs ever since I stopped exploring. I thought that there was nothing else to explore around Serangoon, so when I didn't take the train to someplace else like Sengkang - which I've only done twice - I took the usual route and there wasn't anything much to talk about. I thought I've conquered Serangoon, but I was wrong.

Today I ran my usual route, in the opposite direction around Maris Stella and the cemetery beside it. I ran against the direction of the other joggers around, so today I'd feel like it's a different jog and I'll be able to immerse in that "exploration feeling" again. I saw this pair of joggers at one of the crossroads, and followed them, cause they looked like they were going somewhere. They looked like they had an aim, which was great. I jogged after, but then decided against it a minute later when they ran into a path which seemed to lead back to HDBs. I went the other way, along some old and dilapidated bungalows, and then continued from there. I ran along the path, saw a school, then saw Cedar Girls. I remember my Maris Stella Primary PE teacher Mr Soo used to joke about bringing us on a morning run to Cedar Girls cause we were a bunch of boys. He never did though, but that's not the point. He described Cedar Girls as opposite, but the only thing I could see across the road as an 8 year old boy was a church and the industrial estate. So yeah, the location of Cedar Girls' been a tiny mystery I wanted to solve as a kid. Now I did, and I confirmed it was pretty close cause I could briefly recognise the tall industrial buildings at Bartley Road in a distance. It probably wasn't very far away if I could recognise them with my eyesight of 200 degrees.

With a tinge of happiness I continued, ran into a block of bungalows, and thought I was probably going to end my run there as I started to slow into a walk. Then, I saw this seemingly-displaced cushioned, wooden chair - like one of those in Goldilocks - leading me into a walkway between two bungalows. As I emerged from that 10-metre walkway... lush greenery. It was almost like one of those scenes in Skins. Lush green grass spread evenly over a modest hilltop with thin trees sparsely placed over the hill. Weak sunlight at 7am filling up every corner of the picture, with a bit of warmth but yet in perfect balance with the slightly misty air around. The smell of sweet flowers and morning dew, yet a sight of 15-odd joggers in slow motion. That view from behind the row of bungalows was awesome. Don't mind me trying to be poetic, but with Florence + The Machine singing into my entrance at that sight, I felt at eternal bliss. Regina Spektor's upbeat and cheerful Folding Chair played after Rabbit Heart as I stepped up the hill, like as if my iPod was in-sync with my exhilarated heart. It felt like seeing light at the end of the tunnel. It felt like I fully recovered from a terminal disease. That happiness which seeps through every vessel in your heart, the uncontrollable smile escaping at the ends of your lips. I was thinking "fuck yeah I've found new motivation to study hard and earn enough money to get one of these bungalows". In the middle of my jog I even saw bungalows with like a 15-metre walk-in after the front gate. Awesome. Excited, I jogged up the hill to find a cemented pathway, which was even better. I ran along, down the path as it broke into three lines. Then, a minute later, my excitement and motivation seeped away - the path led to the start of my usual jog around the cemetery. The hill was connected to the forest beside Maris Stella. It's always been here, but I never knew there was a pathway in. But then again, the sight wouldn't have been that stunning from this view, I'd never have enjoy the same revelation from discovering this scenic hill.

I wanted to take a picture as I stood before the hill, behind the row of bungalows. But the first generation of iPod Nano didn't have cameras, and I didn't bring my phone. Actually, the idea of bringing a DSLR there the next time is pretty compelling. Okay, I might just do that. Those alleys behind the row of shops, hidden mini parks amongst the bungalows in Serangoon Garden, there's just so much to take in. And if I do, I'd be able to share it with all of you. Simple and obvious but I think I just realised why I've a passion for photography. There's just so much goodness in the world, you gotta share them with everyone else.

Prata to end my jog. On a different note, I've no idea why the Indian roti-prata men always assume Chinese take chicken curry. That's kinda racist, isn't it? It's like the less sour, less tangy cousin of the fish curry. I like fish curry - spicy, sour, while teh-tarik completely enriches that spicy sourness. Like cheese and wine. Today I got chicken curry, so I was slightly miffed cause I've been there almost every other Sunday (I've alarms at 6am every weekend, but sometimes I fail, though I've no idea why Saturdays always prove to be a failure) and I cannot believe he forgot. The other uncle's already understood and serves me fish curry. So I requested for a change and he then told me there wasn't any more fish curry. For a moment I thought it was the oil spill around Changi's coast, before the old uncle in front of me got 5 "crispy" pratas with fish curry. Pissed, but only that-slightly cause the morning had been too awesome. Fine maybe that old uncle goes everyday so he's getting some VIP treatment, I forgive them. But then again maybe it's still the oil spill, which is why they are short in supply. But that said, I've no other choice cause there isn't any other viable prata-options around in my neighbourhood.

So, the beautiful hill's actually not that far away from my house, and my motivation's driven down a bit, but I'm still going to study right now. Yes, 9.32am, till lunch at Grandma's. I wanted to study the entire day. But then again, family's important. Gotta appreciate your family.

P.S. I think I'm quite a loner. I wouldn't mind jogging with others but then I still think it's a lot nicer to experience all these alone. Jogging alone's... fun. (Woah, long post)

Everyday I end up waking up in the afternoon, I get up to find every drip of my motivation gone. Sentosa was great yesterday. Haven't played proper for a few months now.

[EDIT]
It's saturday, and it's been a week into the holidays. HBL was an official failure. Looking back at the week, I've done bloody nothing at all the entire week. Fuck. Had enough fun for the week, I planned to use this weekend to get back on track but everything is just fucking failing. Ever since I woke up at 12plus today, I've been on my Normal Dist. 4.2 tutorial corrections. And I'm only at question 5 right now. The teacher who did that pdf's probably a slacker, the solution has comments in yellow to answer for skipping steps and formulas. I'm going almost berserk trying to figure this out. It's like creating lapses in my thought process. Like shit stupid referrals to formula lists and others, had me going up and down to get stuff. I'm like fucking dumb okay so don't skip steps and assume I'm fucking going to understand YOUR thought process. I'm bloody pissed, I've almost punched my computer screen staring at that ugly pdf, and that's led me to watching 5 episodes of How I Met Your Mother, 2 Glee and to continue Kick-Ass I was watching last night till 1am. I want to scream to VJ and tell them how much HBL's a failure. Miss Ding could've done all of that in an hour. Pfft

Someone tell me why I'm so tired. Mum woke me up around 8am and from then it's been a series of waking up, pacing around and going back to sleep. Yeah, the longest I've been awake was just now around 2pm to 3pm, which included half hour of doing GP mindmap (alone) and lunch. I just woke up from nap #11 (not an exaggeration) and I made myself a cup of coffee I hope I don't go back to sleep again.

Can't spend too much time on the computer. Sakae with class today. Got one annoying mosquito flying around my legs. My thighs are jiggling. Yesterday I re-touched my computer's desktop image. I added 2 motivational quotes so I'll be influenced and 坚持下去. I feel like I should spent more time with my mum. I think I might cancel out on all the stuff tomorrow cause I should really cherish moments with my family. Plus I'm pretty excited about friday. Must accompany her esp. when dad's off to Malaysia and bro's still in camp. Think she's too committed to our family she almost canceled on her old friend that day till she found out her friend just had a divorce and needed company. Sometimes I think about it and feel sad for my parents. Oh yeah then I added a drop-shadow to the words "fuck" and "study" on my desktop image so they'll pop and scare me a little. Hope it helps. Good dreams.

HAHA PAUL HUNT! PLEASE WATCH THEM I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE GOING TO WASTE 6 MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE BUT YOU'LL NEVER EVER REGRET THIS. HAHAHAHA OMG I LAUGHED TILL I CRIED IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER MYSELF THIS IS SO FUNNY YET AWKWARD AT THE SAME TIME.

In addition, too gay to post. Click on link to see Vera de Milo in Fox TV before we were all born. We missed out on all the best stuff man.

Pffwah shall be my new way of expressing anger in a tinge of joking-ness. Pronounced "fwah" in an angsty manner. (Did you just try that out?) Like pffwah today I witnessed this loser act in my entire day of using Facebook. HBL was a fail so I ended up using a lot of Facebook. I earned SGD170 on my virtual stocks account for a part of econs HBL, after (twice) restarting my portfolio of losses $350 and $740 respectively. Spent half an hour on the last account before I slapped myself and realised that I was wasting precious time, letting those "real" minutes trickle by while earning virtual cash. Okay truth be told I didn't really slap myself. But you get the idea. Anyway I woke up at 9am and I was expecting everyone else in VJ to be diligently online and staring at those online lectures when I saw that Ivan was the only class contact signed on to MSN. So tomorrow, I think I'm going to do something more productive instead. Oh I swam today!

Okay things aren't really in chronological order here, but this is how my thoughts are like, so yeah you gotta decipher. Anyway back to what I was talking about. I can't be too obvious cause this is a public blog and god knows who reads this. So yeah, I'll be subtle. Starts: There's seriously no need to try and be cool by following some fad, or by following someone who you think is fab, only to back out in the end cause your little whimpering ego cannot take it. People are cool in their own ways, so don't be such a loser alright. Don't do it if that's not "you" - pffwah.


This is so weird. I cannot explain how exactly this is funny but I really think this is funny! It's not just me laughing right? Dunno, saw this from Alvina / Perle so I guess I'm not weird?

I'm sure everyone uses Google, so yeah you would have seen this. Pretty cool! Just came back from wushu team lunch at Dhoby Ghaut, "YES!" to living cheap, teacher-treat-students today at Cafe Cartel, had an extremely full meal and yes, satisfying. Even better cause it's free! Going out soon for my cousin's wedding dinner @ Marina Bay Sands.

Yesterday / today was / is going to be awesome! Friday was me brisk walking around school cause there was a lot of things to complete on the last of day school - yes, last day of school for VJC! - and then EXCO interview in the afternoon, my uncle picked me up in school to go for a Buddhist prayer at Hougang. Saw Jeffrey there, like woah Jeffrey?! HAHA. VJ Wushu stay-over after that. We left Freda's house at 11.30pm and wandered around Singapore east, from Parkway to ECP to VJC, back to Parkway and finally to Freda's house to sleep at 7am for 2 hours before going out again. On-off raining, chats atop rooftops, getting high, drinking and HTHT HAHA! Great time spent with boys team + Adeline and Jiajia. Gotta round 2 some other time!

Saw this from Alicia's. Yeah now I feel so pathetic and inferior.

I'm looking at all those teams who lost their semis this week. First was soccer guys, then floorball guys, now volleyball girls. Teams who've had definite finals last year letting it slip through. Everyone's so... dispirited in school these days. I'm glad the volleyball girls are already-cheery when I saw them in the afternoon. Think the floorballers took it on themselves quite harshly. Afterall, that 1 full year of intensive trainings almost everyday... quite a pity.

Watched the vball guys at CCAB today. 1 close set, 1 set won, 2 sets lost. Team started out on great morale, first set was pretty tight. They played against NYJC, some of them told me they needed a miracle to win cause earlier in the preliminaries NYJC won Hwachong, the defending champions. There was this point of time they were leading 18:10 into the second set, and they maintained the lead till the end of the set. At that time, I thought that maybe yes, a miracle could happen with all the other CCAs in VJ getting all that shit, maybe heaven gave us some luck. They didn't win the next two sets, but I'm really proud of them. I'm proud to have (once) been in the team! All those long and tough trainings paid off. I just hoped they had more supporters though. NYJC had threatening ground-stomping cheers which was annoying, but we couldn't even drown them cause we didn't have enough people. The bus which left VJ at 3pm had... 9 people. Daniel, Perle, Suwen, me and those 5 others. Looked seriously pathetic. Oh well! Soccer girls secured champions today! (thank god)

Soccer guys lost to SAJC in sudden death. After a tie of 1:1 and a tie in penalty kicks. That just sounds impossible. It's only semi-finals. Well, strong competition maybe, but woah. Everyone at the match at MJ must have been (fucking) sad. I left for tuition when VJ was leading by a point at half-time [and I still ended up late] but I never expected this. It's like Phelps missing a medal. It's like... the annoying orange getting knifed. Not possible. As far as I know it, VJ's been holding the challenge trophy for donkey years. Actually I'm not too sure about that, but that's at least the impression in everyone's head. Sorry, Jiajie / Asyraf. I'm sure everyone's put in truckloads of effort though. Oh there was this number t*o on the opposing team who wasn't exceptionally friendly. I think he had about as much sportsmanship as a weasel. Shit happens, huh.

OH YEAH Ivan just reminded me about what I wanted to add on as well, on Facebook.

Ivan Yak
wah trying to act indie ar? "indie don't exist, but i like indie" BOO.

Yeah Ivan you can die in peace now I blogged about you, you've been wanting me to scold you on my blog right? Okay wait uhm to clear things up, I completely didn't say that. That pop-tart put words in my mouth. HAHA get it? POPtart? Okay lah I shall stop trying to be so indie. Note: choice of word here, "be" instead of "act". HEHE but I am a bit indie lor. Oh yeah, which reminds me. He misunderstood whatever I said. Today while we were doing work, I mentioned that I'm not trying to be indie, I just like indie music. I said indie isn't exactly a definition, but I just like indie music. TAKE THAT, IVAN YAK. [Don't worry we're still on good terms (I HOPE HAHAHA) we just do this to each other very often] I just want to share the good things yeah? :) I know you all still love me despite my indie-promotion-ness.


Found a great mugging spot in VJ. That's like as difficult as finding water in a desert. [What's with me and analogies today?] But then I'm really proud of it. Awesomeness. Too bad I can't share it with you it's strictly highly exceptionally confidential. Maybe I'll consider telling if you're a loner and you're not going to bring others there, or after the A levels, possibly. To non-Victorians, you won't ever understand the pain of trying to study in VJC. You give up. Classrooms - taken. Library - hellhole, oven, everything else which describes a completely non-functional air conditioning system. Mugging spots - dirty, warm, crowded, tables which are falling apart. Canteen - oily, crowded. Wushu room - canteen oil, one table, too many members, guitar, friends, chit-chat.

I went to MJC today and I felt so emo. I mean, air conditioned CCA rooms, wooden benches EVERYWHERE. AND I REALLY MEAN EVERYWHERE. Windy spaces and everything else. I like VJC colours, I like our tree house and everything else that's fun about it, but otherwise - no wonder MJC's getting better results. Makes you want to study so much more please. Oh yeah back to showing off the confidential mugging spot... "YES SUCKERS" HAHA. Okay lah I'm kidding ask me and I'll tell. If you're as desperate as me (us). Or actually... if you're smart about it and follow what I've been talking about up there, you'll know. *wink*

A bit random, but I'm calling out to all music junkies out there. Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, (500) Days of Summer and New Moon. 3 movie soundtracks you have to have. Theses take soundtracks to a whole new level, the movies aren't great, but the soundtrack is a must-buy. It's like opening up this lustrous treasure chest oozing with excellent indies you'll never have found without it. Like a compilation, but better. 3 groups of great numbers, perfectly fitting the movie themes, but yet still extremely good out there alone. You have to have them.

Watched The Killers' concert monday night. On DVD, from the Royal Albert Hall UK. The experience was great enough just from the DVD alone, can't imagine how insanely awesome it would be to be there, live. I haven't been to a single concert my entire life. I mean, non-school concerts. Would really love to go for one of them, Killers / Lady Gaga would be great.

One year ago this day - a mix of sorrow, disappointment and ... more sorrow. Not the exact date, but yeah, the day House results came out. I wonder how those booted juniors are feeling though, probably that exact same sour/bitter emotion, sucks. The tree-house massacre. I didn't expect what came out for the Phoenix results today though, heard from Dylan in the morning while walking to school. You know, till this year's wushu junior EXCO selection, I have never understood how much every single action counted towards the final decision, how much you're judged. I didn't know that you weren't supposed to take on too many commitments, I never knew you weren't supposed to whine off at your senior EXCO about how hard you're finding it to cope with your commitments. Extremely important take-home.

And then today I took down the mouse I kept up yesterday. If I didn't have the strong urge to blog, I probably wouldn't have came up here. I've found a great place to hide it. It's still in that same old top-cupboard of my wardrobe, now under a facade. I picked the sexual nipple-exposing tissue-holder doll thingum Jiamin gave me for my 14th birthday. I remember feeling extremely o.O first time I saw it. I was extremely afraid my parents would misunderstand that I've got some secret doll-fetish if I took it home and hid it in the cupboard till they found out, so I had to come clean with my mum that day - and it was awkward. Anyway, I stuffed my mighty mouse inside its body, and yes it does help a little, no matter how little is little. I'm quitting by 8.30pm and hiding it back up there. There, under that shiny black bra, the exposed nipple and those really thick lips.



Today was a pretty happy day in school, though I'm currently planning a timetable I'm sure I won't follow, for the next two weeks, cause my civics tutor thinks I can't get my own life in shape.

But yeah he's not entirely wrong. I'm such a fucking time-waster. It's 9.45PM right now, I wasted an hour trying to motivate myself with a hideous end product. I'm going to fucking throw / bury my mouse now.

You know I'm all for first experiences. Today I've checked "hotel birthday party" and "sucking helium". Hotel is Shangri-La somemore okay don't pray pray. Marcus was epic funny. Our subOG walked from Orchard to Shangri-La, (woah greatest feat of the week) you should have seen us halfway through the walk. Girls barefooted, guys walking in stiff, awkward positions to minimize sweating. Actually, to be honest it's more like avoiding armpit sweat-patches HAHA. But yeah it was a fun experience, company and all. And all these years I've been wanting to breathe in helium and sing "jigglypuff", now I finally did. I think I prolly got too excited I sang jigglypuff pretty loudly, thinking about it. All the photos taken today are extremely red cause of the orange lighting and furniture all around. What I'm showing below's already edited.




Kelly's birthday dinner @ With a Pinch of Salt. Remember it was Yuting's birthday we stood in the exact same spot and took photos too. We should really meet up altogether soon huh. I miss hanging out after school on the courts, ice-skating and times we just sit and talk about life then forget about time.

Main thing first, because of the excessive amount of time I spend on Facebook daily, I've came to heard of the unfortunate death of Melissa Toh. A friend of two of my friends, I've browsed through her artworks, read her group's wall comments, I don't know her but for the past hour's worth, somehow something touches my heart. Listening to this cover of Sea Of Love posted on Facebook, a dedication to her, almost made me cry. I think it's been the 10th time I'm listening to it, and still doing typing this post. The song, her voice, the context, it's just perfect. I don't know her, but this is the closest I've got to experiencing the death of a friend, and for that I thank her for helping me understand the fragility of life.


Okay rub and wipe those watery eyes, if you've explored and heard, I'm sure you're at least feeling something in your heart.

Spending way too much time online this weekend. I almost died in school on thursday and friday, I practically ran around school the entire day, looking for teachers, doing homework, rushing through lunch, doing more work. Everything kinda just crashed in on thursday, like as if my mind opened to everything I've been stuffing under the bed in my head. I'm still trying to juggle between life and studies, trying to grasp that impossible balance I'm hoping I'll get in 2 weeks. Yes, I give myself 2 weeks. I've got a colossal amount of work to do right now, but I'm sacrificing sleep time on what I'm doing now so I'm less guilty. Started on physics tuition, and it's quick pace is draining out every part of me.

On another note, before I unplug my mouse and hide it a little deeper into the cupboard (it works a little bit), I think I might invest in a good set of in-ears soon. I just found out from my brother that he got his for $138. The recent appreciation and hype for good music's going to fuel my desire for a good set of earpieces. After my budget deficit goes below $50, I'm going to get a set of them. [I know right, I'm such a petty miser, who the hell does his pocket money account down to the cents? Red means overspending, orange being within budget, green for "wow you're really save-y this week!", look how well I've did the past 2 months.] So from now I'm going to save, especially with the food. But it's getting more difficult - the harder I try at my studies, the more I feel I gotta reward myself, the more I spend on food. I might not be able to control myself, and surrender to the temptation before I get to my aim though, I really wish I had them now.



I heard Mardy Bum by the Arctic Monkeys a couple of hours ago, and my heart did that same flip every time I experience when I discover treasure like this. Georgienne's birthday @ Shangri-La Hotel tomorrow. That's probably the first high-class birthday party I've ever been to. Pretty exciting huh. Oh yeah, unfortunately the day's over by 56 minutes as of now, but then happy birthday to my good friends Kelly Khoo and Georgienne Lee! Plus I got an inspiration this afternoon, I'm going to buy a set of drawing materials soon, and then I'll be drawing cards for all my good friends' birthdays.

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