damn

i was just chatting with that @#$% of a sarah today.
and yeah. there was something i didnt get.
why do all the girls in the world go for all the vulgar guys.
its just not logical.
isit pleasant to have a boom-box beside you broadcasting
vulgarities into the air when you and your honey walks
down orchard road?
isit actually security which a wrath incurring vulgar dude provides?

i dont know.
vulgar= cool=money=handsome=guts=fashion?
neither of the equalities are true for any values of x, i can assure you.

well.
speaking of x.
amath.
i have been hecking it. like. just
dont care dont do, dont think.
even when i sit for the paper, i'd chiong the paper.
hoping that time will pass super fast so i wouldnt have to taste the agony.
sitting around helplessly, being utterly unable to lift a finger to any of the questions.
it sucks. thats why i must NOT repeat this same mistake in O's/
i dont care if i have to spring up a surprise at my friends.
and go BOOYA. i actually studied.
and have them say im a mugger and what shit.
i just need to ace all my subjects. right now english is the most worrying.

argh exams exams.
cant we all be farmers and fishermen?
darn.

prelims

they're gonna be over soon.
whatcha gonna do?
after tomorrow its just another tomorrow.
after thursday you'd be more or less free.
so whatcha gonna do?

i dont know.
its been such a long journey.
or yet maybe it was short.
time just passed without me counting.
im not even sure anything i wrote.
tell me that i didnt screw up.
or say this is a dream.

zap- stop. pause break, screeech.
to a stop.
from the top
like some music rap-hop.

this is passing so past.
i havent been keeping track.
time flew like an arrow.
now please crawl like a snail for me.
stop in your tracks and take you break.
we all need one and we all know it.

just stop and let me think.
dont pass me by like the water in a stream.
dont just come and go, do comeback now.
what happened to your pause buttons and sound?

time is gay.
and thats why life is gay.
go on blame it on time.
and take your pain away.
only to find that it'll be back
to haunt you again.

its not ok

nothing is right when i have to say something.
someone is at fault when i have to speak
-no denying.

something must have happened if i got upset.
someting must have provoked my anger.
something could've incurred my wrath.

why dont you just think deeper!
im being broken again, you dont know its about me.
maybe you can just tell me to heck care.
well... as much as it is hard to care.
it is also sometimes hard to not care.


ok geez. forget it.
one more week of prelims, no.
4 more days.
just 4 more days and i'll be kinda freed.
why should i get my hands wet in this?
its not ok, its not ok.

long awaited

finally i can take this breath, one which belonged to me, after so long.
yeah yeah. its the feeling of liberation.
its a feeling of real tangible hope, and not a hoped hope.
the sun isnt out today, but i've got one in my heart.

but lets not be carried away.
for tomrrow requires a fresh new start.
dont close your eyes. dont close your eyes!


ok haha, now the main course.
i dont know where is my mushroom picture.
i never prepare for xiao zhu tian di
"orh hor..."

no more la. orh hor what orh hor.

well... life had been pretty weird last week.
a few more days of weirdness and im free.. whoooo!
YEAH! WOHW! ETC!

eh. aiya. go already la.

rain

those annoying poor quality songs and musical accompany ..
were drowned big time by the downpour today.
and finally, it came, the rain came after so many days.

maybe those people are petrified now, fire's no longer an option when
theres rain as heavy as this.
haha. well, go go, scare yourselves, pretend that the rain meant that
your deceased are REFUSING your gifts.

well, i'd rather think that this rain IS FREAKIN' timely.
after i study my physics, i will go have a really nice sleep.
while you guys can shudder in the cold godlessness.

have fun guys, i missed that look on your faces when the rain came to put out the flame,
and when the disgusting smoke has finally shifted away.
lets share a little, just 30mins ago i was praying.
i said "God! the smoke is smothering me"
and well, the rain came and saved the day, now the air's filled with a fresh scent.
thanks for the rain God, now back to studying.
haha. WHOOOO! christians just RAWK! dont you think so?

guilt

no no, not the treaty of versailles clause number 231: war guilt.

its about.
having prelims and not blogging for a few days straight.
anyway, core geog paper2 is over
"pHEW!"
whether or not i did well in it, i guess there isnt
really a point thinking about it now.

well, emath paper was easy, but i just went and made
thousands of mistakes.
ah crap, i must check my work through.

ok nothing else.
exams= boring, school= not so boring.
holidays= unpredictable.

speaking of holidays, this year-end is gonna be mad.
haha, why?
because....
there are camps, things to plan, concert ( da bomb)
trips to gym, clique chalet? ( must have ok)
haha. liddat lor.
and only 1 and a half months to spend.
absolute gayness..
guuuuh

weird

its quite gay, but i agree.
sometimes things look better from a distance.
well, but thats partially because from a distance,
we see the harmony, AND THE ELIMINTION OF FLAWS.
yes the tiny flaws which kept poking at us at close range...
ARE ALL GONE!

maybe thats why girls on the streets are so pretty, maybe.
maybe thats why large pieces or art requires alot more work
since the minute has become major.

maybe we think too much after a fleeting glance.
maybe our own stubborn perception painted the picture.
exaggerated the curves, darkenned, lightenned.
the bad became worse, the good became heavenly.

all to sum up to disappointment when we finally
see with those presumptious eyes again.

hah. so much for first impression eh?
so much for the pretty girl uh?
so much for that handsome car?
or that shirt which you though'd fit?

farewell

time's running out.
this final visit, was like revisiting a grave.

say a few prayers, reminded myself.
about why this matter's impossible.
with it out of my mind,

its time to get serious.

life

life's gay, trust me?
trust me!! trust me LA!!! ok i know you didnt say anything
just let me short for fun can?
thanks for being swirled into my world of chaos and
deadly depth.
have fun. while i blabber more nonsense :D

ok lets start, blabbering nonsense.
life is gay, yes, homosexual and disgusting and so freaky.
you come onto earth as a baby, pretty featureless, just red all over
cauz your bloody vessels were inches, actually to be accurate,
millimetres from your skin, so you look red.
you didnt look that good, but 3 years later you were the cutest thing.
you were chubby, you were adorable, you break flower pots
and people ask if you're hurt. You hit a older cousin or church mate,
he retaliates and he dies because he is bullying you, when we all know
really well who the real bully was, me, you, us.

a little down the road, you were in p1, your parents cant bear to leave you
they tag you to school and ETCEETCETCETC ( i didnt, cauz im a brave ass
and has got a brave ass too (rubbish) ).
but
when you're p3, somehow you feel so disgusted, you feel like you were grown
all the way to be caned. ( my caning started at erm. 5 and ended at 10)
you were caned all the way till you were in p6.
suddenly, PSLE= no stress to be given to child.
you notice that hey! im time travelling back in time, my parents LOVE ME!
but oops, you couldnt get into the Retarded Institute, and your mum is upset.
she canes you, but too bad, you are already too thick skinned.
cane is nothing, but trash to be disposed.
so now you realise that your parents are becoming more and more... erm
say, tertiary rather than primary, secondary and conventional.
they start testing disgusting, vile, sinister techniques on you.
names like grounding, no pocket money etc flies in and slaps you really hard.

now you're sec4. whats happening.
your mum tells you.
your life is in your hands, its up to you.
do whatever you want, screw it up and bear your own resposibility.
oh how i love it
especially when my prelims are next week and i have yet to study.
lol

weightless

oh yeah, i forgot to say.
that english oral was a breeze. erm. wait
i had the feeling that i said it already BUT
i'll say it again, it wont hurt to enjoy the breeze again, right?

well ok, weights today. finally
i tried, 4kg, up-down 50 times.
my hand was like
weightless. wohw. haha was it fun man?

ok whatever
another short post to the collection.

*poof!*

uh..

water that goes into your mouth.
can still drown you.

an unheard lie is never unfelt.

even a melting ice is still freezing.


what now, you unyielding spirit?
be gone.

yeahh!

friendster's up. with 20 friends.
coolio eh?
ook anyway.
things have gone around, unpleasant turns
including lucky returns.
so many turns? and the needle isnt pointing here.
so lets rejoice, and start flipping open the books.
look here, open them up and at least glance through
before friday turns its back on you.

queer really, fantastic oddity.

not really, just joking
this is getting too far its spinning off the turn.
suck me up in this tornado funnel.

fling me away till where theres happiness
where i dont live spamming painkillers.
peace enters, books are flipped.
are we touching on my geographic talent?

random crap.
stop stop!
ok erm today was boring, i just erm.
sat in class to study.
im retaking my chinese O's
cause a B3 is nothing, a2's something
B3's a debt to my talents i owe.

stop trying to rhyme miserably.
lame...
argh, im not really thinking.
maybe i just need a break.
NOW.

losers

what can i say?
losers are just so proud of their proudness overdose.
its weird, definitely, but so what?
f here f there
tight schedule: f
lousy dinner : f
stomach ache: f
nothing: f
everything : also f.
its weird how nothing= everything^-1= f and not f^-1 or something.
no you know why they're f-ed? haha

and i was thinking, again

yes, i always think, and i think because its super thrilling.
fantasies are weaved by well, thoughts?
everything we would've regarded as myths are finally reality
-because someone thought.
so haha ok enough making myself sound so pro again.
i was just thinking about handsome guys and pretty girls.
about how perceptions work!
ok i mean, im a thinker-typed person. so.
i look at someone i dont usually regard as good-looking.
and so i said to myself, hey actually why not? this person could really have a future!
and suddenly its like this... torn off the fabric kinda feeling.
like suddenly reality is just changing, shapeshifting infront of me.

like how you see in shows, yeah, you get all dizzy and the world
becomes brighter!
ok whatever. i've got enough, back to physics.. guhh am i tired!

bad bad

and every day we're deteriorating.
by every second we're losing our skill.
its been girlfriends and no long the piano.
its been computer games
and forget about painting and drawing.
its become being emo and slacking around
rather then putting our hearts in paper and sums.
we've been walking around making none but sound
when will the generation rise from the humble grounds?

bad bad, excited in doing bad.
in breaking laws and being wayward.
generation adrenalin.
is a drug all you're worth?

make way make way

yes, look who's looking handsome in the photo.
goodness, its been some time, im glad handsome tuck yan is back.
ok off the topic, the spotlight is, er spot fingers are on the item of the event.
our beloved enyi who has left for canada...
and oOh i had gone and decided to forget to reply his message
which read
" hey you! im on the plane now"

and i replied
" really?" but i guess he'll only seee that after he got off the plane or when he
comes back to singapore in 2-3 years time.
ok erm. hm.!
so if someone was wondering who the owner of the blog is, he is the handsome guy
extreme left.
right. you want his number?

dreaming

i kept dreaming about girls recently.
dont worry, they are all nice, clean ones. (both the girl and the situations)
anyway, some idiots interpret that as love's on its way.
well screw you love, you're coming so late, please come later.
zzz. then i had more dreams.
weird ones. like.
graveyard.
this girl, who looked pretty demented.
girl: since there is no longer meaning in you living, maybe there will be
meaning in your death.
drags her old grandma, roughly yet somewhat lovingly.
A freshly dug pit had a makeshift cross.
it was gruelsome, the cross, it was just patched with algae and was steaming.
yes, you could see the clouds of condensed vapour just rising away, portraying
a sinisted and definitely unnerving scene.

*pop* *wakes up*
some idiots think that its because i have offended many girls recently.
others think that it coincides with this one which im about to say...

a mafia boss, yes, thats me, im the mafia boss.
i have really cool shades, a suit throughly befitting a boss.
" you die biatch!"
*draws out a gun*
the gun was a d-eagle, it was jet black, just like my hair which was combed backwards
and the suit i wore which did not carry the slightest flaw.
squeezing the trigger,
gum shot out. i did the eyebrow, open eyes big try to look very shocked look.
*pop* *wakes up*

both dreams added together, shattered image, broken dreams.
a sense of disappointment or utter shame.
eh. whatever!

so many days

so many days have gone and past.
time is such a complex thing i guess.
everyday has been a wrinkle on the forehead.

dont close your eyeess.
dont close your eyes!
this is your life!
live it damn it!

pissed for fun.

seeing those weird nicknames which were utter failures, nicknames which could not speak for themselves nor habour any precious meaning.
screw them, screw them...
what does swearing to your girl about your superficial love for her on the worst night ever (topping up with the date, wth) has any sense in impressing others or whatsoever?
i dont give shit, sissy man, you take that nick off.

Riding on the new flux of rage, his hands settled onto the keyboard, a maniacal fury.
the letters, f, followed by u, c and others spilled uncontrollably over the screen.
the worst and most cold hearted words shot off like a flurry of blood thirsting blades.
The one who opposed our dear madman must have been overkilled.
However, though somewhat expected, the madman's flurry was directed back onto him.
though he could not see his adversary through the warm hard LCD screen, he knew
all his deadly knives hit and dealt certain, fatal damage.
The man himself was now hurt, unable to dodge the counter attack from his opponent.
or rather, just unable to do anything about it, as a series of vile unspoken lingual toxins flew out of the screen, flying straight down his throat and searing his insides.
However, being the sadistic man he was and still is, he enjoyed the fact that more blood spilled as his cyber opponent unleashed his arsenal. The wounds from the first blood drawn must have throbbed alot more when his rival accelerated in motion.

but even he could not control the blood which flowed like rivers, transparent, pure blood streaking down his face.
after all, even a cold heart is a heart.

shitty

feeling rather lethargic, restless and etc etc.
etc is for losers with poor vocab, but wth, its fine for me.
let see.
this week has been plain overloaded. i wont deny i slacked alot BUT.
its more overloaded than usual.
ok lets see...
i used up my precious 5 day holiday spam for resting rather than studying.
but i was tired ok, eat that excuse, teachers!
im feeling so tired i think i just want to sleep the rest of the day off
BUT NO!
there are these 2 math papers, even if i dont intend to do them
i'll still need to worry for them and for fun some more.

well, ling chang was quite gay today, well done tuckyan.
for trying to reach a note impossible to the natural world.
you are seriously talented, a person who has trouble reaching high f
shouldnt attempt a high A.
see la, your voice went blank with a faint crackle, your thoughts
joined by thedrowning tides of laughter.
dont blame them, it was a really big hell of a joke, if they didnt laugh-
that'll be disrespectful to the world of entertainment right?

goodness, i better start studying already, or maybe start doing my homework!
its gonna be hell. ugh just think about it.
when you sit sobbing at your prelims result, a score which will not even carry you to a poly,
what will you do? what will you say?
what excuses can you possibly generate?
what?! will jesus do? he'll give me my As right? haha.

crap la...

tv

switched on the teevee
and
wah. power rangers.
just a curious sharing, but i didnt know why i said that.
power rangers, the show
1. big extent of the use of pyrotechnics
2. a really big flunk at acting cool.
- turning around after destroying the enemy, i mean, what if the enemy wasn't really destroyed?
3. the evil antagonist, made me quit piano and
uh um... art club.
4. a show which actually made me consider to pon church before.

uh ok i'll stop crappin'
power rangers aint no biggy man. ya'll
ok, enough walkin' time to do the talkin'

its quite weird, now its vansantham central. haha
-still talking crap-

aiyaaa screwed for guanhuai zhi ye!
its like. okok activity number 1, its -confidential-
ok next next.
darn, whats next?
i need help, i need inspiration, i need to get it planned by today!!
WAAGH!

its ok

its fine, since im already starting to win battles.
but the opponent still conceals his hand
im still oblivious to whats right ahead.
but i know who brings tomorrow.
and peace floods in, and the day is saved

mission success!

woah woah, so the fish took the bait
and now, we're just gonna wait till december before i tug the line.
please stay there. please.
haha.
ok watching troy now, ugly guys do still can pretty and hot girls, what a relief.
im kinda done for lingchang but now
a even more pressing issue is at hand, i need to finalise my stuff for the guan huai zhi ye.
ok hm. thats that for today, i mean, surely i've blogged enough already?

mission success!

prayer;

God im a nasty, horrible faggot.
please help me learn how to wear my halo
and please help me be more caring
sensitive
magnanimous
thoughtful
sensible
hardworking.

but my reason for such wonderful characteristics now
is a really bad reason.
please let such values originate from love and not.
from the urge to fufill certain wants and motives

so i said, again

if i dont stop being so motive driven
and petty,
i know i wont be going anywhere in this life.
i know, i just dont know what to do about it.

hmph.. ok idiotic, 2 posts for an unresponsive anon who prolly
realised that he tagged the wrong blog or something.
guhh how can a peaceful fun loving moron like me make enemies?
hahaha. ok well lets just pretend life is like life for awhile...

hm.. first things first.
my throat is in hell, though the rest of my body is in heaven.
fish it back quick
the singing's killing me, im singing wrongly.
i shouldnt have drank coke and eaten fries.
man...
ok anyway.
i got myself a diary. so hm... i wont be like say...
having emotions and stuff on my blog anymore.

lastly
i have this sinking feeling that i should give the high tea a skip.
look at that ominous presentation the cloudy sky is giving.
and about how SCREWED everything was yesterday...
its kinda sad and whatsoever.
it hurts because i think/care too much.
can't i just get my carefree life back? Huuuuh?

so today
whats the difference between nonchalance and generosity?

300!

prepare for glory!
first, mend your broken ties.
ties? tighs? thais?
haha no, not thais.
yo tard, as you can see, that earlier post.
its just about how pissed i am bout' anons hurling abuse at me, anonymously.
i mean like whats the point, it wont change anything and i wont know anything.
id just get pissed.
and you'd just get pissed
and the toilet will be flooded? caught that? hah.

ok anyway...
who ever you are, comeon, we can do this orderly.
dont be ashame, no one tags, therefore no one reads tags.
and besides, theres always a delete function right?
if not, for a better future.
go to lty7791352@hotmail.com
yep yep.
looking forward to glory.
comeon, its 300!

@#$%

hey to the tart on my tagboard.
firstly being goodnatured, i hope you dont go calling youself a tart.
secondly, i dont see how i offended people these days.
i've thought of somethings i might have done to offend you.
1. accidently stole your girlfriend.
2. you dont like me going up the stage to disturb miss wong.
3. you are some annonymous of other tagboard whom i kept shooting down.
4. you are a member of the normal stream and is still hurt by our previous encounter
5. you think im a proudass ( i wont deny it! :D)
6. you are some other cool wannabe
7. i banged into you on the streets and didnt apologise
8. i tagged like some anonymous **** on your girl's blog
9. you are just my friend and trying to be funny
10. you saw me today during orienteering and was mad at something but i dao-ed you
11. you are my sec1 team member, naturally you'd be pissed at my perfectionism.
12. you got the wrong guy?
13. i didnt black-out your house, try mence instead
14. you are enyi who is pissed that i didnt reply your message before you left for canada
15. i owe you money, somehow, one way or the other
16. You are a member from the opposite gang?
17. i still think its because i accidently stole someone's girlfriend (its a sinking feeling)
finally
18. i kicked your ass or something and your tag was literal.

im sorry tart, i tried my best to think of stuff.
if you really dont like me going up the stage to talk cock with teachers, im darn hell sorry.
i mean...
but its really fun, you wanna try?
i hope all my good natured steals at jokes in between didnt in turn rob my sincerity.
please scan through the list and if im missing anything, enlighten me, yeah?
haha, have a nice day, tart.
wait, what kind, a re-, apple- banna- or egg?

so i said

so i said to myself..
goodness you're really good.

sometimes i think i should be a PI. i finally found out
well yes, thats right, my guess wasnt wrong though..
that person looked so weird on the yearbook.

for stalking services, please call 96755455.
ok actually, if you still have my old number, thats the new one.
haah. ok so now, its gonna get tough shifting one other step.
-pfft- quite impossible, i must add..

money's always a barrier. i hate barriers.
you you like barrier?

renewed

come on comeon.
all for kelly - nothing significant.

tomorrow's the last day before long holiday.
well, but holiday wont be too exciting...
cauz.. theres...
back-up singing (missed the bbq at beat's)
planning for guan huai zi ye
could've done earlier but i didnt.
ling chang's on sunday, its more stress than really a problem.

-studying..
geez, the holidays were supposed to be for studying.
it was supposed to be but.. ugh, suddenly so many things.
lol.

ok anyway.
i dont even know if that's your name. goodness.
time to brush up on PI skills.
and stop popping champagne anymore... haha

blazin'

i just got something like a blazer from esprit just now.
so i guess i'll look handsome, but still cannot get pretty girls.
sheez.
seriously, God, why you never write in the bible about how to
get pretty girls? haha
actually it is written.
to put God first in place, and everything else will fall into place.
well. hm.
so. pretty girl soon? haha come on!
goodness, i really need to win something for prelims.
MUST.
must win something.
and O's, must win more things, and A1 for Amath.

how?

and at the end of the day,
the golden question can only be: how do i get a pretty girl?
haha yah right my foot, and yours, and everyone else.
anyway.
" good afternoon miss wong, i thank you for your sense of fairness and
the attempt to let all of us here, including the lower sec to go out for this
orienteering activity."
"But the question today is, how is this whole lot of us going to be boarding the bus
within those 2 really small bus stops..."
"it'd look retarded, wouldnt it?"

"OH, for your information, that will not really be a problem"
"look, here i'll share you a secret, there are stations which do not require taking
public transport"
(sheepishly uttered everything into the microphone)
"this is all about route planning, if you are clever, you can go to such stations while
everyone else dashes for the bus"
"ok im clever and i will surely listen to your advice, thank you miss wong"
"now, the school has mentioned that no handphones are allowed"
"im suggesting that maybe we should allow handphones to be brought such that
lost members can contact...."
"no no no. the school has.." (attempts to snatch the microphone over)
(cleverly dodges such attempts, while speaking)
"and then the lost members can contact the group leader, thus allowing the group
to continue playing in the game, rather then throughly wasting the opportunity of fun
by returning to school, as proposed"
"no no, the school has strict rules about handphones."
"should the members be lost, they will return to school. thats what everything's for"
(totally missing the point)
" ok thank you miss wong" (walks away, smiling wide)

that, is the second encounter with the school hall this year. i think by now im regarded as pretty retarded.
so now back to the million dollar question
how to get that pretty girl? wait wait.. too many, which one again?