Tuesday, 31 May, 2005

[I tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it...I don't believe it makes me real. I thought it'd be easy, but no one believes me....I meant all the things I said.] Pieces - Sum 41 - Chuck


Warning: The content in the following paragraphs may be extremely lame and unfunny. Viewer discretion is advised. Don't say I've not warned you, it may ruin the holidays for you.



The holidays are here. THE GODDAMNED HOLIDAYS ARE FINALLY HERE. To hell with homework and everything affiliated with it. I wish I could go back to the incinerator and dump all my homework into that smelly pit of Doom and let it be forgotten for eternity. There.


A boring start to the holidays...nobody wants to play football while my feet itches, everybody's out somewhere while I'm here covered in maggots, everyone's out there with someone while I'm alone and talking to myself. *sigh sigh sigh*


And here comes the awful, awful wait for the 2/8 chalet.....been suffering almost half-a-year for this moment.....I just hope it doesn't disappoint. I really do.


Hello world. What's up? So, is everyone enjoying the holidays yet? Are y'all in the jolly ol' holiday mood? Or are you so bored, you've rotted beyond recognition? (sp?) Bloody hell. Join me at my corner....we'll rot together. You know what they say......misery loves company.


So while I'm here blogging piles of shit as high as Matterhorn, everyone else is somehow out there DOING something......basically, let's call it "not rotting". I'm stuck at home trying to find something to do, all in vain of course. I find myself highly attracted to the computer and this does not bode well for my beady eyes X_X.

MSN is almost pointless. Whenever I chat with some people, they make me feel like I'm chatting with myself. Why? Coz they never reply. Note the use of the word "some". I don't use MSN that much now.

For those who are reading this, I would really love and appreciate it if y'all put something on the tagboard....how am I gonna know if anyone's giving a damn about this blog if nobody even leaves a shit on the tagboard. If the responses are bad, I'm giving the tagboard a ride to the Sun. Yes, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today so bear with this bastard a while, huh.


>Girl, do your own stuff, I don't mind...just don't do this to me<

Friday, 27 May, 2005

[Laid to the river Midsummer, I waved...... A "V" of black swans on with hope to the grave....... And though Red September..... With skies fire-paved...... I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones....] Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth


Today, today, today, today, today..............was a good day.


Had I & E carnival and I was part of the decoration team so I started my day at 8:30am with a MEETING session in McDonald's and after that headed to and fro from my house to school coz.....of some problems.

In class, did absolutely nothing to help at the decorations. Didn't even help set up the stall or anything!!! DID NOTHING. DID NOTHING. DID NOTHING TO HELP MY CLASSMATES ON THE STALL. WHAT AN IDIOT.

So I walked around (aimlessly yet again) looking at stalls......got X-Square in Unity! My favourite stall had to be 3/7's stall...can play soccer. THANKS TO KENDRICK AND HAN (and Jeremy?) FOR KINDLY SACRIFICING THEIR COUPONS SO I CAN PLAY. THANKEW THANKEW THANKEW THANKEW THANKEW AND thankew.


Football.
The Beautiful Game.
The sport I live on.
Exerting force on a leather rubber sphere with your feet.
A team game.
It's not a game you can play with one man.
It's not a game decided by one man alone.
It's not a game you can play by yourself and win.
For goodness sake, it's a fucking team game.
IT'S A BLOODY TEAM GAME.

Don't blame one man for your loss.
Don't credit one man for your win.
Don't count on one single man to win a game for the whole team.
Don't think that because of one man, the whole team loses.
It's not one man that loses, it's the WHOLE TEAM.
It's not one man that wins the game, it's the WHOLE TEAM.
Coz everybody works, and tries their best.
Not everybody is OK at any given time in a match.

Goalkeepers have a goal behind them.
Defenders have a goalkeeper behind them.
Midfielders have defenders on their sixes.
Strikers have midfielders behind them.

The whole team functions as a unit.
Goalkeepers prevent the ball from going into the net.
And it's not an easy job, no matter how experienced.
Everyone makes mistake, especially at times of anxiety.

Keepers will stay keepers, defenders will stay defenders, midfielders will stay midfielders, and strikers will always stay as strikers. Put a defender in a striker's boots, and you will get little goals. Put a striker in a defender's boots, and you have a porous defence. Put the goalkeeper in a outfield player's boots, and you're just plain crazy, desperate or you are trying to act cute.

Strikers score goals and focus on scoring goals and they forget their goals to concentrate on scoring more goals.

Defenders prevent strikers from getting past them and putting the ball in the net and forget the goals they concede to concentrate on preventing strikers from getting past them better.

If they do not do this, they are a problem in the team. One bad grape spoils the whole bunch.

Everybody has a job to do, and they will try their best to do it.

Not everybody is credited for their heroics in the game. Not everybody is credited for their heroics in the game. Not everybody is credited for their heroics in the game. Not everybody is credited for their heroics in the game. Not everybody is credited for their heroics in the game.

Football. For goodness sake, it's a fucking team game. ONE BLOODY HELL OF A TEAM GAME.

>A winning team is made up of a group of heroes, each saving the team from hell by doing their part, no one person takes all the team's credit<

Thursday, 26 May, 2005

[I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut...and my weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel......] Scars - Papa Roach - Getting Away With Murder



He doesn't think he's good in football. He's always seeking to improve himself with every match he plays. He has speed, but no stamina. He has quick feet but no intelligence in the game. He uses instinct to get past defenders. Has attacking sense even though he likes to stay back. He is strictly right-footed and depends on it to dribble and shoot. He has poor finishing skill and scores mainly on set pieces or individual efforts. Is a poor passer. Loves aerial passes and sees them as opportunities to unleash a trademark volley. Has a weak header but a strong shot. Poor in tackling but good at avoiding tackles. He respects the people who play real football. He really hates being a keeper. His supposedly "impressive performances" have earned him all kinds of names. He doesn't know how to react to compliments. He'll score goals and keep quiet, instead of boasting about them, especially if they're centuries old. He has an idol, but is not an inspiration and does not command respect. His inconsistencies in the field have been his downfall in the and thus, leave black marks on his reputation. He hopes to be the best in Unity.

Who is he?




Today was very boring. Doodled my way through the lessons......then the class spring cleaning time, did some aimless things and acted busy by constantly emptying the bin and holding the dustpan around.


But when the last bell rang, I couldn't contain my excitement and my overflowing holiday mood.


>THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE. THE GODDAMN HOLIDAYS ARE FINALLY HERE<

Tuesday, 24 May, 2005

[I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime......reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time......coz at 5 o'clock........they take me to the gallows pole......the sands of time for me are running low.] Hallowed Be Thy Name - Cradle Of Filth (Iron Maiden cover)


It's been long since the last update.....

It's been even longer since the last entertaining update.

*sigh*

Alright then.....here's how it went today.

Reported at school at 7:00am today.......was quite surprised to see the class 3/4 empty. Most of the people either have not arrived or went somewhere else.....So my first sense was to find my fellow Gunners to celebrate our MUCH DESERVED FA CUP VICTORY OVER MANCHESTER UNITED. Then, I went hunting for some Red Devils and gave em a bit of mind to them. Boy, that felt GooDDDDDDDDDDDD.

More people arrived soon........I walked around aimlessly trying to find a purpose.

Then we waited for Air-Ron to get his consent form (which he didn't bring) from home and deliver it back to school.

And then everybody went down to the canteen to get "breakfast" before our trip. Fruitless.

Soon after everybody gathered at the parade square and each of us got a bottle of NeWater. It tastes.....funny. Like some distilled water taste. And Arnold got labelled "Act Cute" by Mr New Thumb Tack. (Mr Chew). LoL.

At the bus, nobody wanted to sit with me (or I think so) coz I seem to offend people or repel attention. So Mr Old Blue Tack (Go figure) sat beside me and we had a 6 second chat about I-Pods. So it was a boring bus ride (not as boring as this blog) to the SINGAPORE MINT. And we even had a tour guide who spoke in our bus (I think her name was Nancy or something). She always asked for five free minutes to speak and she always exceeds. "Do you want me to treat you as boys and girls or ladies and gentlemen?" "Are you Primary 3 or Secondary 3?" Woah, I've never heard that before.

At the mint.......feasted my eyes on the shiny, shiny coins and medallions alike. I just love shiny, shiny things......like coins and medallions. I love big shiny, shiny things too.....such as the FA CUP. And the ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE TITLE. Oooooh shiny. But too bad I can't touch the coins. But at least I can rest on the fact that my fellow Gunners at Highbury got to touch the FA CUP. Hmmmm.......I wonder which team DIDN'T get to touch the shiny FA CUP, and didn't get the shiny FA CUP MEDALS. Hmmm......I really wonder. Gotta squeeze my brain for this one.

Ok after Mint, travelled to Qian Hu fish farm.

Saw many, many different fish. Not to mention the very very weird types. I mean there's this big black fish....HUGE body, small head. The head to body ratio extreme sia. Immediately one person popped in my head. Zhe Song.

And then there were some albino frogs (disgusting), and cute albino eel (it was smiling and nekkid), stingrays, a tumour-afflicted dragonfish/arowana (or something) and some cute lil' prawns swimming around in joy and a cute lil' hermit crab occasionally popping out of it's shell. (I sound dumb don't I? But it's true =)) Oh yeah almost forgot. Unfortunately, me witnessed some animal cruelty too. I noticed a small tank behind some big blue tanks, and inside was a large star tortoise of some sort trying to get out =((. Let's all cry for the tortoise and curse the bastards who did that.

Stuffed self in school when we returned. Bought a bag of Twisties and ate. And kudos to Wei Arng for his kind act of sharing his "suitcase" of lobster crackers. Man, those were huge. We're talking lobster crackers here. And there was a shitload of em in the "suitcase".

Went back to class to do the workshit thing and our group tried (made up of me, Nat, Hidayat, Air-Ron and XiWen) to do a good one but got awfully owned by Puteri's group who had a master artist with them, AKAK. But I guess all of em were artists coz they really owned the hell outta the class 1000-1 easy.

After the hoot, went to the soccer court near Foodfare and played with the Proob, my Clone and Alvin. Played one game (which I lost) and then went home before the rain started.

And that's the boring truth about today......how was your day? I bet it was far more better than mine =) Can't wait for 2/8 chalet.....I hope it'll be a success like the two last chalets we had. Praise be with the organisers for keeping us united.

>If you're looking for entertainment, close this window and play a game<

Wednesday, 11 May, 2005

[What's the worst that I can say........things are better if I stay....so long and goodnight. So long, not goodnight. And if you carry on this way.......things are better if I stay....so long and goodnight. So long, not goodnight...] Helena - My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge


Should I...
Stay here all day and cry?
Knowing that,
All I wanted, I will never get?

Me.
Always away from the reality.
Pretending to be something I'm not in everybody's eyes,
And end up getting entangled in my own web of lies.

Me.
Trying to smile and be happy.
But inside I hold a fiery anguish.
Nobody, not even me, can extinguish.

Me.
Trying to be smart and witty.
But everyone knows I'm a goon,
Only rubbing salt to my wounds.

We.
Were never meant to be.
But I'll never leave without a fight.
I will stand here and set things right.

You.
Can help me too.
Just be a loyal friend,
And I'll help you any way I can.

Alone.
Feeling insecure, on my own.
Engulfed in panic, going nowhere fast.
But deep inside I know this calamity will last.

Together.
We can pull through this and never,
Have to worry about the past,
Leave what's happened in our dust,
What's dead we can only mourn,
And let bygones be bygones.

>I'm trying to act cute<

Monday, 10 May, 2005

[Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness...........and would you ever soon, come above onto me? For once upon a time, from the binds of your holiness......I could always find that slot for your sacred key......] Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth


Yo, people. Finally found enough brain to update my blog today.


Ok here's my day.

P.E did nothing but jump and jump and jump. Managed to pass standing broad (board?) jump with a mere 189 cm. Curse of being a colossus? Then played badminton with Mr Unity Idol for a few minutes.

Had a mother tongue test today (supposedly). Didn't feel nervous or anything at all. Treated it like it was just classwork LoL.

The rest of the day was a bore til........LAST PERIOD!!

Ms Pok was very angry with us for not handing up Maths homework.....Out of 40 students....only 7 handed up and only a few asked for extension. No wonder she was mad.

Assembly, Mr Dorai (Dorey, Dorei, Doray, Dohrey, Dohrei, Dohray) gave us a motivational talk (?). It was good and all......and his way of speaking, brings attention to himself. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. YOU CAN DO IT - morale boosted, improves quality of work.

After assembly almost the whole of 3/6 had to stay back to finish Maths homework we didn't hand in......everyone was in a rush to go somewhere so many ended up copying. Including me who didn't even know how to do the first question =((. (Me = Maths failure)

Ok no more about school.

I'm not playing soccer anymore this few weeks! I don't know why....nobody's playing soccer at all. I'm getting worried. If I lose my skills, I don't know what I'll do.....and I keep thinking......what if people become better than me? What if that toot Jeremy becomes better than me? (Hahahahahahahahahahahaha)

>When people see me, they won't smile anymore<

Tuesday, May 3, 2005

[I've been here before a few times......and I'm quite aware we're dying. And your hands they shake with goodbyes.....and I'll take you back if you'd have me. So here I am I'm trying..... So here I am, are you ready?] Always - Blink 182


After a longgggggg weekend, I finally feel rested for the first time since January! Woah, it's already May. O-Levels coming dangerously fast. Hmmm....I wonder if we will all still be alive in time to take our O-Levels....... (not meaning to curse you all)

Today, school was strangely short. P.E flew through.....Mother Tongue was a breeze......Sir was his usual VJ self today in Physics.....Maths zoomed past.....leaving English in its dust. After school, ate 2 donuts and 1 chicken burger! I'm gonna grow fat soon at this rate. (I swear on my weapon that if you see my fat self during primary 3, you will vomit yourself inside out.) Today was simply miraculous. I drank only 1 packet of Milo today! A truly amazing record for me.
(Been drinking Milo since I was still in diapers)

Aha. Not to forget. On this day, in the year 1990, a baby girl was born somewhere in Singapore....a particular baby girl named Theresa Lee! Happy birthday! It's good to see fellow Taureans celebrating their birthdays so near to each other....good luck and enjoy your 15th year of life!

And next on the list of birthdays......is......Mr. Mai Xi Wen from 3/6 who is gonna celebrate his birthday on the 6th of May. Woah, birthdays are coming fast!

I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT.

You can help me liven (is this the right word?) this lousy excuse for a blog up. Yes, I mean YOU. The one reading this forsaken piece of shit. YOU, can give me ideas on what to write about. My brain is currently offline and I can't think of anything else to write except this. (I don't have any more ideas to write on stories, so please. Ideas are very much appreciated. If there's nothing more to write about, I'm gonna get desperate and eventually shut this blog down. Stop smiling and celebrating and yay-ing.)

The problem is....I've lost all sense of humour and getting it back is now impossible, so I have to accept my lame self now :-(. Boohoohoo.

And I hate awful posts like this one. Boohoohoo.

And I don't want to shut down this blog which I have cared so much like a child (if it really was a child, it would have died a long time ago) Boohoohoo.

I don't want to erase the good times I wrote and stored in the archives. Boohoohoo.

I am so lame. Boohoohoo.

Don't you agree? You do? Oooh that's good. Oh wait. Just look at me. I'm talking to myself. I must be nuts. I belong to the home for the mentally wrong. Boohoohoo.

Heeheehee. Boohoohoo.

I am so bored by this stupid Sec 3 life. Boohoohoo. Somebody save me! Boohoohoo. I don't know what I love anymore! Boohoohoo. I don't know what I'm good at anymore! Boohoohoo. I don't know what's worth fighting for....and why I had to scream (Adapted from Breaking The Habit by LP) Boohoohoo. I can just sit down and cry all day but I'm too man to do that. Haha. Boohoohoo. What a contradiction. Boohoohoo. During the difficult times, you have to be strong and you will make it through. You gotta be a man! Who's the man? DAN IS DA MAN.

If you had a dot-machine, how many dots will you shoot at me?

In a scale of 1-10, how will you rate my lameness?

One and a half more months to go before the chalet, 2/8ters! LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL, baby! I mean, BABIES. L-A-M-E.

Nowadays, I just spend my time drawing all day. And I keep thinking it's not good enough and keep erasing away. So far, there's only one work I'm satisfied with. I will post it up on the miscellaneous board when my scanner works again. I'ma keep trying till I have a 2nd satisfactory work. Wish me luck. Oh, wait. WHO CARES?! Do you? Huh? Huh? Grrr....rarrrgh.

Ok, I've tried hard enough to gain my sense of humour back. I know, whoever you are that's reading this. You aren't smiling, aren't you......but that's OK. I will keep trying to put a smile on everybody's face! Even if it means being incredibly lame and stupid. GUNNER FOREVER.

>I hold you tight every night.........babies under construction<