hit me baby one more time

every punk, rock, metal or emo cover of 'hit me baby one more time' i hear generally rocks. ahha. its just the song thats nice la. it cant be helped. haha.



so i think im gonna fail econs today. ah well...


generally people get very bad first impressions of me... thats a major problem..
but i smell coffee... hmmm... its gonna be alright.



studied at starbucks again today. just like i always do. like i always have. the starbucks aunty recognises me from the time i spent at marine parade starbucks. talked to her abit. sigh. i miss those days. it was so homely, thats starbucks..



but business is business. and all good things must come to an end.



good night. tamil oral next week. and ive no idea when it is.

her name, her name, makes me sing

whoot. tamil was a blast today. haha. and let me tell you, blast can bring many different vivid images to mind. and those in my mind arnt particularly pleasent in any way. haha. so lets talk about something else shall we.


hahaha. i just had the most random conversation with cui. gaah. random people. i like.



got up early today to study with liz at school. kenneth joined us later. saw mrs chang. sigh.. seeing teachers to study. not soemthing ive done in a long time. but i guess it kinda helped. to an extent. studied with liz again after that at siglap starbucks.



wheee. studying.



i swear. arthi really acts more like a big sister than anything else. haha. freakyness. so ill be going to the tpjc thingamajig with her and bala. haha. talk about lamp-posting. ah well.


poetry slam was yesterday. and todat Dewei and Jasvir both qualified for the next round next week! WHOOT! you go guys! kickass.

nigels's doing his this friday. whoo. TJ pride man.....well at least TJ debates pride..haha.





its not how long you know a person. its how well you know them.



two more days till exams end. HC invest rehearsals on saturday and tuesday. house com invest on wednesday.



tamil orals soon i think. sigh. siigh...


i see terrance everywhere man. lltc, NLB, TJC. haha.


kay kay. its already 1210. better sleep. exams later on.

with two pins in my mouth

soo... its day two of me common tests. and life's just sailing along like it does. and wow. i need to watch TV more...


Still standing. grounded for life. spongebob squarepants. fairly odd parents. the comedies that make me smile and make me feel at home.. wheeee...


u2's the sweetest thing.
M2m girl (raven something)'s the end of me.


two petty nice songs i havent heard ina while. and wow. the years just pass by you dont they. faster. and faster.



and things ARE going pretty fast. not that id say its my fault. ahah. i blame the bad bus timings and rain for everything thats been happening.



sigh. australia italy match. some things just dont get anymore heartbreaking can it... dammit la. its always the underdogs who lose. those who try so hard, and finally manage to come up, only to be undone by chance and fate. siigh.


and while im in this mood, might as well mention, the most melodramatic and addictive reality show ive ever fallen in love with "the contendor" is returning to AXN. 20th july. ooh yeah. its gonna be good. i can tell... its gonna be soo good.



and man... today on my way home. i dunno why i felt kinda shitty. thinking about how dumb you can feel the whole day. and why i even bother talking to people sometimes. and it was a pretty sad feeling. and i cant quite explaint he sudden wave of angst that took hold of me. but all i know is, that when i reached my house and my dad and sis were leaving and brought me along to eat at long john silver, everythign vanished. sweet, sweet, blood. you know that when it comes to 'understanding', its REALLY them. and i dont mean understanding, talking udnerstanding. but that silent, unsaid kinda aura they give you.


so hear i am. 425. peeps in school still doing their GP paper i think. should be meeting arthi and nadiah at the airport later to study. dunno why i said yes though. ahah. we take like zero similiar subjects! ah hell. why not.



yesterday's paper was fine. lit... i think it was. went to study with kenneth after lit at the expo. haha. the weird conversations we always have, brightens up my day.

"rich...blind...chio... and fat... WAIT DID I SAY FAT!??"
"the birds are watching man..."
"watch my words man.. girls are trouble.. first the handphone bills.."

haha. speaking of handphone bills, mines gonna go through the roof this month. sigh. i dont even wanna think about it. its saddening. and dissapointing. but hell... it might be worth it... i just hope...



worth it. is it worth can you even hear me?
my handphone sucks. just today during lunch my handphone sent me an alert that i had a missed call last night at 930. stoopid handphone. you make me look bad.



and im running out of cash too. no more cash for guitar (spent on food for the last week of the hols), probably wont be getting cash for a handphone (based on me bill), and i gotta save up cash for tpjc's panorama. damit. ah hell. some things we do... for our friends... somethings we dont.



like going tomorrow to meet the ol clique at PESA. we ARE the pesa gang after all. the friday night crew. the clique. thats where we met, that what brought us together. that where we became who we are. but i dunno... its my JCTs on the line here. what do i choose.



cliques... its true you know. that as much as you love some people you just cant bring yourself to clique with them. its sad ina way. but its fine too. i mean that way you get to get closer to some others. my only week of studying (last week) was spent essentially with lizzy and soefie(weekdays) and radhika(weekend). sigh. limitations of male study parters. well there IS kyle. but timings the issue, if yer know what i mean.



kyle... hmm... met peter yesterday on the bus home. was so good talking to him. i mean GOOD. i mean, woah. his english is just THERE, man. and it really brought back the memories of st pats, and how everyone else's english was. and he brought up this pretty valid point which i never thought about before.

Now see, in my arguement, of WHY i didnt go CJC (as any normal patrician would), one reason usually is, Transport/distance.

"but, like, doesnt kyle's mom drop him there everymorning? cant you just go with him?"

"uhmm... i gues.. but... uhm... dammit!... why didnt i think of that!"



haha. so sad. ah well... it is sad. just like how the only chicks who dig the whole "soccer national status" thing are minahs. haha. we both have out own fallings in life. but we cope. hahaha.



so yesterday after knneth i decided to go back to meet soef and lizzy (cause i kinda abandoned her) , only to find out they had left. so i went to queensway to pick up the jersies. was freaking tired by the time i got back. fell asleep until, the bus at pasir ris started heading back to tampines.


and wow. talk about grateful man. three of my HC members pretty pissed about the size they got. is it my fault? it wasnt me! it was the guy i asked when i placed the order. i think it was david. i dunno. but asked people dammit. ah heck.. whatever. its just house com. not like my hearts there or anything...



not like my hearts anywhere at the moment. not debates. not school. not home. not council...



just plain seperated. seperated from my surounding, my body, my nose... which happns to be gaining a life of its own, but thats another story.

so as i was saying; seperated. in fact monday morning, i literally just stoned on the couch in the SC room for an hour straight. i REALLY mean stoning this time. like ive never stoned before. just sat there. not talking to anyone. not moving. not doing anything. just sitting there. staring straight ahead into the lockers and letting my thoughts wonder.


wonder, wonder... always wondering away. or is it spelled wander. hmmm. neah. that just looks plain weird. 'wonder' it shall be.


so anyways. for abandoning lizzy yesterday, i decided to make it up by staying with her to study at the library and all. didnt make much of a differenece or impact i guess, seeing as how von was already there. haha. dam. so much for trying to show her, im nice. ahha. whatever.

my efforts to be nice go un noticed at times. hmmms... efforts i make. like taking out my ear stick. potentially closing it. not sure if people will notice, or if it will mean much to those who do... but ill do it. haha.


tamil paper tomorrow. i dont want to fail. but i doubt i can hope for much else. bless my poor soul.


ah well. its bout time i get back to work. gotta limit my breaks. dont wanna get carried away of anything.




"to be yourself in a world constantly trying to make you someone else, is the greatest acomplishment of all".
Ill be strong. dam right.

this song is only wishful thinking

I AM a nice guy kay. haha. its not my fault i dont believe in male chivalry. what can i say. im the anti-chauvanist. haha. sigh...

but if it makes you'all happy ill try. haha. watch out world! rishik's gonna become more gentlemanly! WhOO! haha.



anyways. now for the story of why i had to stand on the train ride to meet lizzy and soefie.


so there i was sitting down on my sit, like the good boy i was. when these two old men entered. so being the good samaritan i was, i stood up offering them a seat. then for awhile they started arguing over who should sit, and they asked me to sit down. when from within the crowds these two old lady appeared. so i stared at them, giving out my psychic signals "im offereing my seat to you". and again they argued amongst themselves (over who should sit down im guessing) before telling me to sit down myself. and then 4 year old malay kid(accompanied by kiasu value-less father, of course) runs and pounces on my sit.



wow. haha.



so i studied history today at macs with lizzy and soefie. after hasim's tutorial. was semi-productive.

well ive run out of things to say,


thanks liz for the mudpies! were fab.



uhmmm... interview tomorrow?



dxo... eh... i dunno anymore. whatever. goodnight.

stupid blogspot

and there goes my beautifully worded entry...


fucking hell...


in which i talked about my convo with kyle and the last year and this...


the season of relationships and how everyone seems to be talking about it...


the beauty of oldies... the big band swing country and 60s...


how i got mr tong approval to read morning anouncements and do parade comanding... and how i can now spead my voice across tee jay....



how two bus uncles seemed to be against me today... and why skaters are discrimniated against. and why ageism is not a real problem today....



why i think im still popular... why i think i know too many people for my own good....and why i think i still have hope as a skater...



the goodness of macs. the conundrum of world cup betters. and the long ride home with :i hate jimmy page" in my head....


ending with me approving a tetsimonial of david monkman. and yes...i am a nice guy...



and finally i mentioned my love for "cute without the e" by taking bakc sunday and hit the publish post button....



only to realize that blogspot was a bitch.... sigh.

crazy little thing

it might appear that i have a propensity to play slacker sports like golf and pool. but then, my parents have a propensity to ask me weird questions. and i mean super weird. like "do you have a band?" or "do you have a girlfriend?"

like wow... freaky-ness man. they ask loads of freaky questions, which i generally avoid answering. not cause i have soemthing to hide. but cause i generally get freaked out at the idea of them knowing what goes on in my personal life. i dont like being vulnerable to questions.


whilst still on the topic of freakyness, you wont beleive what they decided to do today. gosh... i still cant get over it.still sends shivers down my spine thinking of it.. sigh.. talk about embarassing. and the worse part is, im already adverse to taking neoprints as it is. and having my mom forcing us to go... waah. maan, if it wasnt father's day...



sigh. but father's day it was, so in the name of the father we did it. It really feels like an excuse to an extent. an excuse for my sis and I to cook. and obviously we did the easiest dish n the book: good ol pasta. never failed us before.


sigh. my life is becominga dead bore. what the hell man.



but i still play the guitar. i mean... yeah.. thats gotta count for soemthing. i beat selvam in three games of pool in a row last friday? i mean, yeah thats good? i went out with the gang... sheesh. i dunno. its just plain lame these days...



LAME



thats all you are right now. lame.



sigh. i blame you PDPs!! yes yoou. so many parties and gigs i could have gone for. hell man. why me... things would be so dam different if i could do it all again.


mogwai's burn prom queen. good music.



well at least im returning to st pats on tuesday and thursday. i dunno. how does that even help. we'll see... sigh. bull shit man.


huang's back in singapore. alex, huang and who knows who else are going cycling tomorrow. i on the other hand have house com.


anyways a few ays ago i said my and my dad are really alike. these are my reasons.

we both love reading. we both love literature.
we both love writing, and the beauty of poetry.
our dream lives involves a slow paced lifestyle with lots of reading and writing.
were kinda unromantic with girls (or in his case, my mom)
were both short
we both have huge prides
were both super competitive
were both kinda cynical



but i guess thats why he's my dad. sigh. dunno if its a good thing or a bad thing.



baybeats. i wanna go.
dora's musical thingay. i wanna go.
marc's piano ensem. i wanna go.
TPJC anniversary thing. i dont wanna go. haha. but hey, who knows.


sigh... what the hell do i do. maybe i should just screw them all and use my cash to buy a new phone.



im rambling right now. goodnight. voices voices voices in my head...

dedicated to a very special woman.

And today's post goes to woman who has really inspired me and played an intergral part in my development as a person. This post goes out to Mrs nelly leslie. A teacher. a human being. A person who walked the talk. who lived the life. who inspired and brought life and spunk to a school down at east coast road. or at least she used to. sadly not all good things last forever. mrs nelly has moved on to a better place.



she's gone to RJC. haha. sigh. incidentally it was her who taught me to treasure the art i had. the art of the understatement, the subtle wit and the anti-climax. she helped focus me. but kept me raw and true to my own distinct style. she was the one who gave me the motivation to write more than ever before. she was the fire that ignited the spark. and really it was under her i blossomed. going from an uninspired b3 student to the top in the level in sec3. without a doubt, all credit goes to her. she was the muse. the one and only teacher. that talked about the beauty of the english language. that perfection of diction. the plethora of words just dying to be discovered in the dictionary. she showed us the science the mechanism and the art that governed and became English.


i still remember when she first came into my class in sec 2. she was gonna teach us literature. took over mr ho. walking into our class, spewing with words like 'fuck' and 'bitch'. i couldnt help but smile. i knew this was gonna be a change for the better. she refreshed the air in class. and brought about this whole climate of frankness, and open liberalism. and it never got boring or jaded ever. three years and not once did we get sick of her. every class was a new adventure. but the thing about mrs leslie is not simply the way she taught and fed our interest in english. it really was what she did to us as a form teacher. and how she bonded us as a class. and really united us. and made me swell with pride when i graduated.


the times she helped us go shopping for food for our bbq. the times she drove us from here to there to where and where. when she would have lunch with us. when after school she would just gossip with us and really enlighten us about the world. and thats what really made her different. more than just a normal teacher (as if she wasnt already a great one). the fact that she was there for us beyond the classroom. that she was there with us in KL. that she still is here for us. that i know i can still count on her for her wit, company and support.


and thats really why one of my role models in life, has been and IS, mrs nelly leslie. rock on. you deserve it.

my my baby blues

jaded. im soo jaded.
and yet im stil dying for the closure which simply doesnt come.



debates was shit today.

why does our case set always suck so bad.



my styles fine. just my rebuttals. and for a 3rd speaker, if i have problems with rebuttals im pretty much screwed.



looks like im booked the week ahead. sigh. but LLTC. i shall make time for. haha. what made my day today:


running into colin and nicholas soon. them telling me, they still talk about me in prefects. haha. sigh. ah well... im easily touched...


i dunno why i choose to complicate my life.



i think i know what i want. i think i know what i need to do. but i just love screwing it up. not anymore. time to put things right.

sweet crimson memories

cause she's the blade and your just paper
im just a dog eared page you turn back to.


all the paper related analogies come flooding towards me. but their nice.


i know im supposed to research on globalization right now. but my hearts just not there. and thoughts of tomorrow add this strange numbing feeling to all fragments of desire to research... siiigh. i guess it doesnt really matter in the end.


TP debates tomorrow. haha. battle of the 'T's. haha. and at 6 ill be meeting the clique again.
haha. sometimes you really dont need words to translate the joy inside. thats where a smiley will do. =D



haha. sigh. today was a day i just let myself go. sit down infront of the TV and rot. but it was a good time to just sit back and laugh. and nod in dull agreement at the TV, as if it could see me. and just refelct about my own lil situation. hmmm. you really learn alot about life just by watching the TV dont you?


scrubs taught me about being alone.
malcolm in the middle taught me why i love being a guy.
singapore idol taught me why democracy something worth dying for. and why family is so important.
and all the others just reminded me the beauty of laughter and switching off the cynical side of your brain.



hmmms. winning isnt everything is it? naah. i never thought it was anyways..



studied with lizzy last night. was nice. talking/studying. its nights like those that really get me thinking about life, and why im living in the first place. haha. (This is where 'summer of 69' starts to play. ) its really about living to live. enjoy the moment. enjoy the experience.


so this saturday meeting kenneth for lit presentation. today i met srjc nicholas whiel buying dinner. haha. i guess lifes comforting that way. how these sorta people still find their way into your life. you know your not screwing up your social life completely if people like there exist in your phonebook. haha. sure is.



well im off now.



striking the balance somehow.

and i guess feeling alone really is the worst thing ever. id rather be hurt or crushed than just plain empty. haha. proof of life, i call it. you might bleed when you get cut, but at least the blood proves theres life in me. haha. as soefie so aptly put it. too true.



goodnight.

you people make me smile. haha. =)

suede

if i do half of two stunts (and sicne two halves makes a whole) does that makes me a one trick pony. or does it just make me a really sucky skater. haha. whatever la.


on another note today i got my first major skating related injury. cut my tigh. a nice long cut. was bleeding and all. haha. best part was i didnt feel or see it initially. thought the wetness was just my sweat. hahaha.


shalala.



rules and breaking them. appointments and keeping them.



but the more time i spend the better it gets. sigh..



so ill talk slower. yes i will. sigh. goodnight.

we are all on drugs

we are all on drugs. yeah. give me some of that stuff!


haha. cant blame me for being high. or can you. id like to see you try. but then again. im kinda confused. shit man.



if nigel is experiencing a car pile up, mines a car park.



went for pw meting late. considering the time i slept. met amitha and zheng hui at strbucks. drank my green tea frappe, and did our work. had lunch with zheng hui, before going home. and sleeping.


skinny is good kay. some girls like skinny guys.



im off to finish my pw assignment tonight. tonight. night. night. night.




i realise im awfully alot like my dad. hmmm.

signs ive been away from home too long.

signs ive been away from home too long.
mom: what do you want for dinner
me: anything i guess. where are you now?

hahaha. she was in the living room. hahaha. man. i say dmb things when im not thinking. here another one that came out today whilst debating.

"..democracies... such as china...."

hahaha. i refuse to talk about that. sigh. talk about underperforming. shitty man.


but ill remember what hansel said. i dunno whether to feel good or bad.
"let me be very level with you. people say you are the strongest speaker in the team. but in that debate you were definitely the weakest."
sigh. ah well. i guess im stil learning. im still finding my way around.



favourite soundtracks of all time.
almost famous.
fifty first dates.
lilo and stitch.
the mexican.
the good the bad the ugly.



hmmms. decided to try and learn the emily tabs. intro seems fairly simple. for now i guess.
but im still playing too slow. gotta practise more i guess. yeaa.



tomorrows got PW meeting. sometimes i forget im still taking it. anyways after losing to VJ went down to TJ to check out the HC invest meeting. was goin fine. is goin fine. i guess.



do i say 'hmmm' and 'i guess' and 'ah well' alot. hmmm. not good. not at all. ah well. hahaha. whatever la. my dad made sandwhiches today. and i helped! whooo. haha. was nice. i think ill start making my own soon enough. if im not that lazy. shalala.



if ever there was a singapore version of room raiders. i wonder what they's think of me. its dusty as hell. but neat. the medals are all for various random shit. the books are good books but the fact their dusty doesnt say much. theres a guitar there. and a pool stick. and the bedsheets have sheep. and theres another bed with clothes all over it. the drawers are filled with paper and the noticeboards have random stuff eveywhere. random. totally. i wont know what to think of myself.



kays. im off to practise emily now. g night.

my name is rishik. i bite.

these days i have no real say in what goes on in my life. it just happens and it just ends. eveytime i try and take control it ends in me feeling unfufilled and confused. this endless feeling of stoning and and perpetual lost is pissing me off.



but oh, dont get me confused. i havent lost control of my life yet. its simply in a temporary stage which id like to call, 'set to cruise'. the auto pilot is now in control, the mind is hibernating, and the life is being put on hold. no worries. things change.



SARKY. haha. shaik, areif, rishik, keng mun and yings. the seniors must be full of CRAB. but were just plain sarky. sigh... me... a house capt... honestly man. what the fuck.

the split is about as clear as it gets man. i dont sit with the rest during GM. i dont joke or hang out with them as much. i try i guess. but there is only so much to peopel can mix. sometimes you clique, and soemtimes you dont. and im not willing to push more than i need to.



alpha! i say whats cooler than REAAL COOL!?
ICE COOL!
I SAY.. I SAY... are WE cooler than real cool?
WE ICE COOL!!?


whoot. i forsee myself saying that in the future. fuck ho bo cai bo steady what shit bo. i cant even pronounce the words right, much less get the order straight. sheesh. like what were they thinking. chiense words.... i mean its kinda bad of me to say all this (being capt and all) but honestly. i cant rememebe when it was i started caring what people thought about me.


i mean wasnt it I who said, "dont ever be afraid to speak your mind". but if youve got a compulsive lying complex liek myself it obviously has its benefits to shut up. seeing as how ive a tendency to shoot myself in the foot. ah hell.


todays went with david and areif to queensway to do jersey shopping. ordered the alpha jersey on my own. bad move man. guys should never be IN charge of these kinda things. all they bother bout really is colour (which tends to be poorly chosen anyways) and brand name. anyways whats done is done. its ordered. and now comes the fun part. getting me back me money.


SO YOU! YES YOU! ALPHA HC MEMBER! monday. 25 dollars.... turn up... or else...




haha. tomorrows got debates against VJC. Monday against NJC. nicholas wants me to do MJ. radhika wants me to do TP. i want to do my work. not that what i want counts for anything. anyways the point is i got to go read up on iraq and iran. so i guess i might have to do thats oon..



i mean debates is great. gets me to read and really helps my current affairs loads. but like, DUDE! i got my own shit to read too kay. pride and prejudice. the tempest. god's chinese son. the time travellors wife. maaan. i really dunno why i even bother buying more and more books when i know ill only probably start reading them when i go NS. ah well. starts still a start.




some people are getting their old self back. some people are changing. some people are just peering in from the outside. fuck la. i give up on all this shit.



saturday got PW meeting. slackess galore. sigh. if only, man.



the clique. i miss them all. loads. nadia, de wei, marc. jas, michelle, selvam. dora, shankar, kyle. and then 4e1. ben mao, ben ow, alfred. jeremy, nicholas, brandon. dominic. these were the people i could talk to. i felt at home with. these are people i dont see anymore these days. even the 'da crew'. what happened to them. dharvin, zenn, sean, wei jie, prem. were there more. was i even in. nonetheless, these were people i felt so at ease with. its my past now i guess.



so the days of my ngiht time skating is past. the days of going jamming and playing the guitar after school or in the early morning are in the past. the days of playing pool are not quite the same with the different faces. sighs. the nights of writing poems and stories feel stunted. but at leats my book of poems and short stories are still there. to remind me of what i once was. and i guess thats good enough. nights of clubbing?? i guess i never really got into it...haha. whatever. but the parties with joshua and ignatius and kyle and sam and shane. with the cards and the drinks and the friends. life was good. yes. i miss those.



ah man. life is short. i so wanna live it. i so wanna do what i want. and this shit happens. guess im gonna keep whinning like this for another year or so. kidna gay i swear. i should be happy man. i mean like luke says: im freaking lucky. stupid SC HC bum. ahha. thats life i guess...


and im AIC for HC investiture. after being AIC for SC investiture. haha. i could get a job at this man.


im tired. off to sleep. or do reserach. whichever i feel like.



so what did YOU think of me when we first met?

today anonymous tagged. said my blog was getting boring.

=S


sigh... i guess we cant make this last forever.
dance with me?


break out. yesterday went to MP library to study. remembering how it used to be. the starbucks. studying history. met kubo, rory, and all. seems like not much has changed since.


but alot has. i realise, and remember. hmmm.



house smells toxic. its more than the paint. its the general feeling.



so much work to do. pw survey and debate research.



the tag has really got me troubled... have i changed that much...
siigh...
i mean i wasnt even that interesting in the past was I.....

Hey you! why you take my chicken!

Hey you! why you take my chicken!
I never take your chicken...
RETURN ME MY CHICKEN!!
hahahah. and Athwa, Tan and Menon get more and more random than ever before.



maybe its time i blog about pre u sem.
sigh. it started with the people whom i knew i could trust for a good time. kangsheng and kenneth. surefire plan for a good laugh. then of course there was liat beng. one of the most unexpected and greatest friends ive ever made in TJ SC. and wow. things werent gonna go wrong. no matter how screwed it would be. i just knew it was gonna rock. from day 0.
and we took the bus. and we were joking. and having blast. i cant even remember the jokes we made. it was dumb, i know that much. but we were lauging. we walked down to the hall, and fort he first time we sat in our groups. met nasuha, clarissa and july. yee ching. luke. khairul. david. so many names. so much potential. it was gonna rock. i knew it.
and so got to know ee huan. yee ching. david. luke. and desmond. then luke, jeremy yeap and i went to the back of the hall to start talking. and it was only the beginning. i didnt bring my charger. haha. sweetness.


so we went back to our dorms. the first sight of the mess to come. mmm. the smell. the must. the dust. something so fitting. the atmosphere felt so right. played soccer with liatbeng and some other guys. went for the first dinner i think. was good food. was still kinda high for no reason. then came the games. haha. was fun. and of course it had to be then when i made my first impression. "blow wind blow! blow all the... Good looking guys!" and off i was like a bullet. haha. the only one standing up. sigh. and it was TWO groups combined! haha. and that was when it first started. hunky chunky rishik. haha. wtf man.

it was night time. and no way i was gonna sleep. and it was aroun then i heard the music. guitar and this cool singing. that was where i first met them. casper, vincent, dan, jayyes. the musicians. listenin to metal playing the guitar. playing cards. it was amazing.


kay to be continued. me needs to go sleep now.


shalala. im high and happy. love ya'l..

today's post. yeap. sure is.

saturday morning.

awoke from a tired emo night.
mom drove me to ponggol.
took train to harbourfront. met council.
went sentosa.
played game.
played race (me and keng mun against joel and shaik).
lostr ace.
helped adi back to the v ball area after third game.
played v ball.
played soccer with joel.
played some lame games.
had lunch with joel, natha, yong long and liat beng.
took the train/bus back to tj.
did task 1 (find the doorknobs)
do the shuttle run thingy and the pumping thingy
task 2 (find the lock xutter)
task 3 (findt he key)
received the room
saw my locker (and the stuff from ben tay)
left for queensway with joel yong long and steph)
realizing these were the first three people i ever met in TJC.
going mr veera's place. watching S'pore idol. eating. playing murderor
winning murderor once. and then getting repeatedly killed in the next few. typical. (mr veera played too)
playing truth. (mr veera played too)
borrowing a book form mr veera.
goign to tampinese with po kiat, denise and wan ching and joel.
watsing time. played on the swings.
walking home.



sunday mornin'g.
woke up.
cleaned room.
went to have lunch. (ran into yinghuan)
went to parkway to meet nigel
got lost in queensway (mixture of stoning day dreaming and talking)
went to orchard (ran into yinghuan and rannald)
went borders
bought philosophy basics
went kino.
went window shopping (dont ask why)
ate KFC at macs
walked and talked.
went home.
went pasir ris park.
met parents.
ate.
went home.



debates tomorrow.
life rolls out like the film of a screen.
or maybe not.

phase

amber pacific right to write me off
space by something corporate
dark blue by jack's mannequines.



did i trade my soul for a nice looking CV.
did i expect this much?



maybe its just a passing fling. this feeling.



i want my space and time to write. man... i really think repeating isnt such a bad idea. so much to be done. no point letting things crash and burn. best i take my time to sort it out. im sure it will work out much better than expected.



so much to be done.

pre u sem ends.

ill meet you in the marquee... i wonder who tagged that.

i think it was my msn nik awhile back. hmmm....



pre u sem's over. sigh. and it was a great experience. amazing. man. so many parts of it rocked. though there was always this little bit which sucked, the majority still was great. maan...



im dead shagged at the moment. didnt sleep last night. was up playing games. and watching movies. and stuff.. sigh...



stuff on my mind. which i must remember to write about later.

the people in the pantry, and the guitar.
blow wind blow.
the cheers.
the hawk.
the phone.
the personality cult.
the fruits.
the nights.
the talks and Q & As.
the farewell.
the gossips.
the interviews.


and of course the friends.


some gig tonight at 8 or something.
SC bbq at 5.



sc handover tomorrow morn.



marc's birthday yesteday.
amitha's today.
alf's is coming soon i think.


coheed's flavor house was playing in my mind the whole camp.


ill be back to type out my whole experience. hopefully by tonight. cause i just know tomorrows gonna be a long day. sigh.




the affirmations made my day. was a marvelous experience. just being there. not saying i miss it. just saying it, it was good while it was there.



sigh.




i dunno why im saying sigh so much. soemthing's bothering my mind.