foreword

From this week onwards, I’m not supposed to have a life. That’s if I want to do decently for my prelims. 4 weeks left to the dreaded papers, I have.

Looking at the stuff I have on during the coming weeks… I don’t think I can not have a life (i.e. wake up, go to school, go home, study, sleep, wake up, go school… etc). So good luck to me in that department. Haha!

And contrary to popular belief, I do get ridiculously shy at the appropriate occasions. Really. I’m shy.

Watching bands play lately has had me wanting to play in a band too; from the Morning After’s virgin gig (which went pretty well for a first gig, I must say) to working band The Goodfellas to the simply awesome Exotherma. The strings on my electric are rusting (hell, everything metal on it is rusting), and my bunch of pedals are collecting dust. I really want to just pick it up, set it all up, and play a few songs for the fun of it.

But I’m not supposed to have a life. Ah, sweetness in reality. I’m not being sarcastic – it’ll be more liberating when the time does come, I’ll know to put more energy into it considering how I’ve waited.

118 more days to end of A’s.

So today I was heading to town with Haowen for a bit, then we bumped into our netball juniors at the school bus stop, Wenfeng and Xinru. Then Wenfeng was saying something about wanting to queue for donuts, and no one wanting to go queue with her, and then went on to ask me if I wanted to go.

Guess what my answer was :D

55mins of queueing, 24 donuts in hand (half of which I’m supposed to hand to Haowen -_-)

Timbre with schoolmates last Friday night, we went on a Happy-Hour’s-Ending- Quick-Order-More-Drinks spree. Had a good time with them. (and I like my camera a lot)

Dempsey road with Jo, Jess and Sam. Cool place, there! When I drive, when I drive…… I’ll bring you there when I pass okay Henny.

So yesterday night was my last night playing at Toca Me. Gonna miss playing there, it’s got awesome people there. :(

A school is an educational medium with which people, i.e. students, can bridge the gap between them and knowledge (however redundant that knowledge may be). It’s there for students to learn, and to put it more bluntly, it’s something students here have to go through. You know why, I don’t have to explain it.

Now for our dear Catholic Junior College, it’s a different situation altogether. No kidding. Singapore’s favourite guy Lee Kwan Yew was placing emphasis on innovation in our country, and Catholic Junior College sure does enthusiastically follow it! In what way does it show it’s creativity, you ask? Well you see, while schools try means to help students with their curriculum, Catholic Junior College actually came up with an even better, foolproof ideology – why not help the school, instead of the students? They’re such a bother, so many of them don’t even do well. It’s bad for our aggregate, really. Really. It’s unnecessary, it’s detrimental to our image, it’s many pricks in the neck… so hey, why not just get rid of them?

Simple as that.

As we’ve heard Brother Paul Rogers say, he’s aiming to get Catholic Junior College’s aggregate up to 9 points. My, the glory of that it’ll bring us! So why keep students who might just fare badly for their A’s? They’re but pests, obstacles to the lovely Brother Paul’s goal. How would we raise our aggregate score if we were to keep them?

So he’ very, very cleverly come up with an ultimatum – threaten the students that they’ll get kicked out if they don’t do well, and kick them out when they don’t. Foolproof. No hassle whatsoever. We all know it’s working – from the low 17 points to get into Catholic Junior College years ago, this method helped raise it up to the current 12!

He’s a genius, really.

Out with the underachievers. May we achieve his goal in time!

I really should start getting down to work. But ah well, not anytime soon.

I have a thing for good pictures of skies and seas. What’s even better than that? Pictures of the Horizon, of course. Or I wouldn’t mind a Horizon too.

My dear _____, why’re you spending your youth being old?

I’ve been having nothing to write, these few days. What’s there to write?

I crave a holiday. No, not just a trip somewhere else. A holiday. A vacation from. A surrealistic escapade. Not just a trip somewhere else. Yea, I’m a fussy one.

I also crave cookies.

Today marked the first time I tried to cook for the family, or rather whoever was home. And in order to make it a more memorable experience, the stove decided to run out of gas while I was frying some meat. And so in the pan the half-cooked meat lay, while we waited for the gas delivery guys to come. 20 minutes. Twenty minutes, the meat lay half-cooked in the pan.

The food turned out a little weird.

As evident, I am stoned. Even stoning is so many things. I think I’ll go sleep early tonight.

I am writing a song; I think I’ll like this one.

I have nothing to say, and therefore I shall say nothing more.

(…goddamned pimple.)

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

As does ugliness.

Funny how easily one can turn into the other.

There’s something nice about playing. Wherever it may be, it brings an awesome experience. How do I explain it?

I remember busking. The first time I ever performed in public alone, I busked. It was beautiful: with the 2004 Christmas decor splattered all over town, lights gleaming a gentle blue and gold and silver, casting a glow in the night sky. That huge Christmas tree hovering in front of Paragon; families walking by would stop to pose and take pictures of themselves and it. You were standing there as you did on the other days I was playing, probably as amused at the whole scene as I was.

What got me was how some people walking by would hear something they knew, maybe from long ago, maybe something they’d forgotten until then, maybe a song or a line that meant something to them – and they’d stop to listen. A reminiscent smile or two, gladly dropping coins and even large notes into the cans, or politely declining the canners. They’d walk on after the song ended, or stay for another, depending on how their plans for the night were like.

While they stopped and listened, it felt like they were having a moment to themselves – maybe a moment to think, a moment to remember, a moment to just stop and absorb the remarkable surroundings. How do I explain it?

“That’s my wife’s favourite song, thank you.” A middle-aged man once came over and whispered to me. He took out a ten-dollar note, put it in the donation box, smiled at me and then walked off holding his wife’s hand.

How do I explain it?

I’d like to touch the world; I’d written that in the About page. As much as these moments are fleeting, they leave a magical effect that lasts so much longer.

The beauty of it all is just right in front of us.

So I walked past the television, and on the news was something about the development of China. Then I thought of how USA was feeling threatened by China’s growth economically, and how it could try and undermine China. Bush could come with a speech that went something like this:

“Now, in the past 6 decades the world has seen a better place – we have shared our culture and wealth with it. As another country grows at such an alarming rate, we have to ask ourselves: Will it be for the good of the world? Do we really want the shock of another country’s domineering presence in our midst? Do we want the instability of a bi-polar environment? Most importantly, do we – as civilized people – want fishes wriggling on our dinner table, skinless animals dancing around those fishes, and monkeys with only half a head left marching in, just in time for dessert?”

On second read, that made-up speech isn’t very funny. But I’ll leave it there anyway.

And apparently, the Western diet increases breast cancer risk for Asian women.

Food is good. I like food; we’re very good friends. Most of the time. It’s also a good distraction – you chew, taste, savour, swallow. Very temporary, very fleeting, but a distraction nonetheless.

Food makes a good friend.

Poppycock‘s my companion for tonight(wraps arm around container). Along with McDonald’s fries and nuggets.

The first domino block has fallen.

Tonight, I feast.

If you think the world has been cruel to you,

think again.

It was very, very painful to watch it on the news.

troubles and luck may randomly toss
themselves around in my 15-year-old-life;
and ill cross each one like i always do.
by hook or by crook…
life sucks, even when its so darn good. – quote Choonmin

One of the reasons why I love reading her entries. :)

You know where you are with
Floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
And one day, I’m gonna grow wings
- Let Down, Radiohead

(I realize I haven’t been crediting lyrics I put on here, oh my.)