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At the first cutting light of August, many years ago, the world got the first glimpse of the entity known henceforth as Leon Yip. It decided to douse the aforesaid with sunshine, sweets, and loads of love. Legend has it, so convicting were his words, that upon his request, the world agreed to revolve around him, forever, and ever, and ever.

Dammit, everytime I think you're hot, you just get hotter.

And I'm not talking about Nicole Paggi. Nicole Paggi's just super-cute-until-can-die
Its okay. Its okay-ee-ay-ee-ay.

Its kinda freaking excruciating getting indirect (though perhaps I am once again over-reading) signs through friendster. Meh.

I'm suddenly hooked to the song "Your Guardian Angel". Its like. Undescribable the gush of sentiments I get. Of course, this is just me talking, and I know that me unloading my crap down here is really annoying some people. I hate moping around, yet I can't stop.

Sigh.



I can't accept the fact that school is restarting in like, freaking less then five days. I've got to report at freaking Opposite Neptune court at freaking 7.30 am on wednesday, which means that I have to wake up at freaking 5.45 am, get my ass to bathe, then say hi to my parents who would have just left the house for their work, and then sing a song to the dog and later by 6.00 am, i need to leave my freaking place to get to the freaking bus-stop to take one two freaking four to outram station, and then take the train to freaking kembangan. freak. from there, i have to take another bus which i don't even know yet.

After the first day of school, 4.4 people, gather at KAP. 9pm. please realise that some people have to come all the way from marine parade thank you.

grrrr girl... Nicole Paggi is still the super-dee-duper-a-la-peter-t-hooper-but-only-one-of the hottest people I've ever seen.

I stand by my believes.
I don't care what Neek says. I don't care what Marcus Tay says. Honestly, I don't care what any body thinks. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Therefore,

I stand by my believe that Nicole Paggi is just omg-super-cute-until-can-die.



She's just darling. Watch the first season of "Hope and Faith". My gosh. Seriously melt. Soooo Cuuttteee.


Does he still look at you the same way now,
The same as thirty yeight years ago, and how.
The crosses of Saint James are flying all around me..
Gareth Southgate, the whole of England's with you..
OH ITS SAVED!
(saved)
(saved)

We still believe
(We still believe)
We still believe
(We still believe)

Its coming home,
its coming home,
Its coming,
Football's coming home.

Its coming home,
its coming home,
Its coming,
Football's coming home.


"T" is for heroes dressed in grey,
now plans for final day,
stay in bed, drift away.

It could have been all songs in the street,
it was nearly complete,
it was nearly so sweet,

but now I'm singing,

Three Lion's on the shirt,
Jewel's remade, still gleaming.
No more years of hurt,
never stop the dreaming.


Talk about football coming home,
and then one night in Rome,
we were strong, we had grown.

And now it seems we're
ready for war, Gazza's good as before,
Shearer's certain to score,
and Tyco's screaming,

Three Lion's on the shirt,
Jewel's remade, still gleaming.
No more years of hurt,
never stop the dreaming.

Beautiful football by England, Gazza...oh this is fantastic... Alan Shearer!!

Italy nil, England nil, *incomprehensible gibberish*, France nineteen ninety-eight.

We can dance all these dance,
We can dance it it France.

Oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~

Its coming home
(Its coming home)

Its coming home
(Its coming home)

Three Lion's on the shirt,
Jewel's remade, still gleaming.
No more years of hurt,
never stop the dreaming.

Three Lion's on the shirt,
Jewel's remade, still gleaming.
No more years of hurt,
never stop the dreaming.

The best soccer song like, ever.
The Meek Cousin of Procrastination

{Verse}
When I saw your face that night,
I fell on my knees and cried.
The feeling just felt so right,
but no matter how I tried..

{Chorus}
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
I lost the key, can't even find the door,
All I can do now is wait,
and wonder,
Why did I ever,
Hesitate.

{Verse}
Whenever I see your face,
I'm touched by amazing grace.
Dammit, it feels so weird,
How my chances just disappeared..

{Chorus}
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
I lost the key, can't even find the door,
All I can do now is wait,
and wonder,
Why did I ever,
Hesitate.

{Bridge}
I saw you sitting there,
Looking ever so fair,
The room begins to swirl,
But I can't even say "hi" to you, girl.

{Guitar Solo}

{Ending Choruses}
You stole my heart
and threw it away,
now I long for yours,
everyday.

Don't ask why, oh, don't ask why,
all my plans, had gone awry.
Now I'm left with yesterday,
and all of the words I
didn't say.

Don't ask why, just don't ask why
I still want you, but I dare not try.
Don't ask why, I can't explain,
I'm at the station, but there won't be a train,
again.




Marcus Tay, if you observe the tag board which is adjacent to this post, you would notice that the Macbeth quote which I had quoted was too long and exceeded the maximum word quota, thus, it spilled into a new quote, and along with the word "nothing", there is indeed, the sign which signifies the closing of a Macbeth quote. You're slandering me for plagarism. Hmph.
I hate being outdone by people.

I hate even more, being outdone by people I don't really like.

I hate to a further extent, being outdone by people that I don't even know.

I hate more so, to be outdone by people who's calibre is lower than mine.

I hate the most though, to be outdone by no one.

Enough whining, more ranting.

This Christmas, it seems, feels almost exactly the same as last Christmas. Except for a significant, yet minute difference. Last year, around this time, I was hovering above hopelessness, on the slight ascension. This year though, I am, once again, hovering above hopelessness, but this time, on the decension.

No doubt, this year had brought me new highs, and new lows to my life. Stocks rose to giddy heights, and subsequently, when contributers to these stocks realised that the instable market was growing more volatile, they started panick selling, and now, the stocks have sunk into a great depression. Metaphor to my emotions and feelings and other mind-ful whatnot I possess.

Its quite fun, actually, sitting down at the end of a year, pondering upon the past 360+ day's events, looking at yourself mature, transmogrify and metamorphasize to what we are at this time. Who we are.

I've had my fair share of transitions. Towards my peers, friends, family, other what-not. (I like using the word "what-not" to replace stuff which I am unable to describe)

Leaving ACS(I) albeit the possibility of re-joining it after the PAE period is a very hard thing to do. Believe me, I've wrecked almost every brain cell in me, thinking of every possibility which would work out for me. And it pains me to be so far apart from all my dearest friends.

Lets just put it this way. If I were to re-join the ACS family after the PAE period, it would no doubt be like how the prodigal son in the Bible sets off to live his own life away from his caring family and after awhile, realises the folly of his actions and comes back to his home where he is always welcome. Of course, I can only hope that the door is always open and the members of the family will be willing to re-accept me with open arms.

No, I am not regretting my decision to go to where I originally chose to go, however, I am opening my options up even more, so that I can be ensured to truely reach my full potential in time to come.

Almost everything I do, I do for my future career, regardless of what it maybe.

All in all, I do NOT want the year 2007 to end. With so many things I'd live to hate myself for, I want to set things straight, but I know, its impossible. If it were up to me, 2007 would be rewinded and replayed over and over again.

In conclusion, this year has been the most eventful year for me so far. My bitter-sweet sixteen. I'd reluctantly step into 2008, my heart would be heavy and my mind constantly whirling. JC is a period of possibilities, but I want none of it. Its quite hypocritical I've always tod myself to "live for the moment". Now the moment is gone, there seems to be nothing to live for. Emo as that sounds, I'm alright. I've found things to fill up the voids in my life, music for example, has been the best outlet so far. I just need Paul to help me coordinate some stuff.

Till then, 2007, Au revoir. May the ghosts of 2007 always serve as a reminder to how much of the "battle's lost and won".

The hurlyburly's done.

p.s: 26th of May 2007 will always be the best day of my life. March 19th, 2007, 7pm-8pm, the best hour. It will never be the same again.


Everytime I think of you, I get a shot, right through, into a bolt of blue.
Its no problem of mine, but its a problem I find, leavin' a life,
I can't,
Leave behind.

Theres no sense in tellin' me, "the wisdom of a fool won't set you free",
but thats the way that it goes,
and its what nobody knows,
and every day,
my confusion
grows.

Everytime I see you falling,
I'd get down on my knees
and pray.
Waiting for that final moment,
you
say the words that
I cant say.

I feel fine, and, I feel good.
I feel like, I never should, whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say,
why cant we be ourselves like we were,
yesterday.

I'm not sure what this could mean,
I don't think you're what you seem,
I do admit to myself that
if I hurt someone else,
they'll will never see,
what we
were
meant to be.


Everytime I see you falling,
I'd get down on my knees
and pray.
Waiting for that final moment,
you
say the words that
I cant say.



D-d-d-darn.

Got back from Thailand yesterday, quite a coo-ella trip.

Floating markets, trannies, many shrines, basically, compared to Singapore, it is, as the locals call it, "Same, same".

Bought many many clothes, about 12 shirts, 5 dress shirts, 1 polo tee, 1 pair of long cargo pants, 1 pair of berms, 1 pair of dress pants.

I'm set for my prom AND wedding. If I ever get married.

Yay. A trip to Mustafa ensues so that I can get my Adiddas Telstar again. Hold your breath Leon, in great anticipation, of course.

Now, there is a shit-load of people I have to contact regarding stuff.

Ciao.

P.S : Chow means food, according the Christopher Boone.
P.S.S : "The Curious Incident of The Dog at Night Time" is a powerful book I recommend.
P.S.S.S : Pictures taken in Thailand might be up soon. Depending on whether or not I get a new laptop/ repair my desktop.
Okay. To eradicate any discrepancies regarding my previous post, which I believe that everybody should read for entertainent value, LY is me. Leon Yip, not our chemistry teacher that I really really can't stand. Also, Joshua Tan is only RUMOURED-GAY, and rumours aren't totally true. Therefore, he is only half-gay, which leads us to the hypothesis that he MIGHT be, in fact, bisexual.

Leaving for Thailand tonight. Not exactly sure when my flight is, I reckon that its around 9pm? I think I've got to get to the air-port by 6pm.

Billions of Blistering Barnacles. I'm missing the pivotal point of the English Premier League Season. I am a sad, sad boy.

The "thing" which I had composed is taking shape. Now, there is a clear Introduction, Verse, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Ending. I'm following the footsteps of Paul. Composing stuff. I've got the words, but I've not gotten the.....


/edit okay. about to leave for thailand. I've got the melody lines, i think its a great chorus. just need a killer riff now.

See ya' Singapore.

Will miss ya.

Leon Yipi reveals all on The Crackpot Mail!
Interview by Valerie Onest.


The Crackpot Mail says:
Okay Leon, nice to meet you, as you should already know, we have already done an interview with your friend Paul Ooi, courtesy of The 23^rd Drivel On Lilac Management Consortium Agency Public License Company. So here goes, Leon, this, school holidays, up to your expectations?
Leon Yip says:
well, actually, as a matter of fact, this holidays have indeed exceeded my expectations.
Leon Yip says:
I had low expectations of the holidays in the first place.
TCM says:
Ah well. So how have you been spending your time? Found a job to earn yourself some money?
LY says:
Haha, its funny you should ask,
LY says:
I have been spending my time well,
LY says:
basically hanging out with my lovely friends sporadically throughout the holidays.
LY says:
It seems too, that these "hanging out" is inversely proportionate to my cash supply.
LY says:
The more I "hang out", the less cash I have!
LY says:
Yup.
TCM says:
Ah that's unfortunate. Well currently we have a job vacancy as the Head Of Department for Crackpot-rendering, do you fancy it?
TCM says:
(change the "it" to "the post")
LY says:
Well, a job's a job innit? *chuckles*
LY says:
but realistically now
LY says:
its a tad too late to get a job as come January 2nd, I'd be swarmed with my life in Junior College!
TCM says:
Yeah, new school, new life, new friends. Do you think that you'll miss all your friends? I mean, you guys have been together for two whole years. Plus, the rumoured-gay Joshua Tan has been with you for 4 years! Or is it 3?
LY says:
4 years. 4 glorious years it has been with that "auntie-killing" heart-throb..
LY says:
*sigh*
LY says:
oh anyway,
LY says:
yeah I'd miss my friends of course.
LY says:
pardon my language,
LY says:
but i'd miss them like h*ll.
LY says:
I'm nothing without their antics and constant retardedness.
TCM says:
Hmmm. It's not like you didn't contribute to much of the hullabaloo. Heh. So, a rather inquisitive question here. Your love life... Any interesting developments?
LY says:
It is rather inquisitive indeed.
LY says:
Oh you tabloids....
LY says:
well..
LY says:
I would say, no "interesting developements".
LY says:
Between the both of us,
TCM says:
*Leans closer*
LY says:
we all know thats baloney
LY says:
hahaha. But thats all I'm caring to reveal for now.
LY says:
*sigh*
TCM says:
So would it be correct if I say that there IS some attraction towards a certain guy/girl?
LY says:
Yes sir. Rather sharp inference there, I must say.
LY says:
But it stops there.
LY says:
For now.
TCM says:
Ah all right we shan't delve further. For all we know Elton John might get together with Michael Jackson. Oops. I just might get sued for this. Pretend you never heard that. Okay so what are your aspirations for life? I mean, you can't be playing computer games or smoking fruity smoke for all your life can you?
LY says:
Well, funnily enough, I haven't BEEN playing computer games or smoking fruity smoke at all!
LY says:
Aspirations..
LY says:
well, I wana be a lawyer, for one.
LY says:
I also want to expand my musical horizons, of course, together with my friends and "bandmates"...
LY says:
most importantly,
LY says:
I just want to be happy. But for that to happen, of course,
LY says:
i need money
LY says:
and other rockstar whatnot.
LY says:
yeah. thats my aspirations. to live like a king, without doing anything.
LY says:
how contradictory.
TCM says:
Take me as your Queen then *winks*. Anyway, E Jin , my colleague just dropped a text, saying that he made it into IB. You thoughts?
LY says:
Well, its deserved. Kudos to his persistence.
LY says:
That E Jin.
LY says:
A real character.
LY says:
Bound to suceed in almost anything he sets his mind to.
LY says:
Congratulations friend.
LY says:
Have fun with M..... Tay..
LY says:
yupp
TCM says:
Did you just happen to say Marcus Tay? The tennis pro?
LY says:
I said, M.... Tay, but obviously, it does refer to Marcus Tay, the tennis pro, yes.
TCM says:
Well he's having girl troubles I hear
LY says:
Oh, I'm not too concerned for him..
LY says:
he's so eligible, any girl would be swooning over him...
LY says:
all he has to do, is to try..
LY says:
but then again,
LY says:
who am I to say.
TCM says:
Mm hmm. I guess it's all up to him or whoever might be chasing a girl. Now, do you think that my heels are a tad too tall? What is your opinion on short girls?
LY says:
Short girls eh?
TCM says:
Yep
LY says:
I'm not exactly tall myself, mind you.
LY says:
But..
TCM says:
Sorry
LY says:
still taller than I would say, 70% of girls the same age as me?
LY says:
Short girls rule Singapore.
LY says:
They OWN!
LY says:
How subtle, don't you think?
TCM says:
Hm. I just came from Paul's place so I think he's rather average, you know, considering that he wants to live outside of Singapore. What about you then? Wanting to be a Singapore resident all your life?
LY says:
I think he's rather ABOVE average actually.
LY says:
hmmm..
TCM says:
Pardon the pun
LY says:
ah...
LY says:
Singapore..
LY says:
Its where my friends and family are.
LY says:
I wouldn't mind at all living here all my life,
LY says:
however,
LY says:
one of my dreams in retirement is to move to Liverpool for a season with a Season pass to Liverpool's matches.
LY says:
That'd be swell.
TCM says:
You should know that I'm a Burnley fan
LY says:
Ah, the ghosts of Liverpool's past catching up with me.
LY says:
Well, Djimi Trauoe is out of Liverpool, Good riddance!
TCM says:
Well i loved his hair. Or the lack of it. I see your hair's dyed?
LY says:
Yeah. Oh darn, you could tell?
LY says:
I was hoping that it'd fade off nicely so that I wouldn't have to dye my hair back black for next year.
LY says:
Oh well..
TCM says:
Ah. The rules are tough. I think your eyes are light enough by the Asian standard to pull it off
LY says:
Ooh thank you. I'd take that as a compliment. My eyes aren't exactly black now are they? They are more of a, Hazel-bluish hue.
TCM says:
Yeah I'm guessing that's a new colour?
LY says:
Well, you could say that..
LY says:
It was conjured up by a certain person earlier this year.
TCM says:
Okay, next, sticking to The Crackpot Daily's tradition, we have a couple of questions for you. This one's from Lee Diap, who says that he's a cousin of Papa Bouba Diop, and is a UK citizen. He asks, "Have you been involved in any fights recently?"
LY says:
Well, Mr. Diap, as a matter of fact, not during the holidays.
LY says:
However, earlier this year,
LY says:
there was a few incidents inwolwing a teacher..
LY says:
I'd spare everybody the details,
LY says:
but, I'd like to comment that it had left some things conjoined.
TCM says:
*nods*
LY says:
yeah.
LY says:
how Wee-cious
TCM says:
Sure. Now back to the topic fellow females like me, what do you look for in a girl? *smiles cheekily*
LY says:
Hmmmm....
LY says:
thats a tough one.
LY says:
I'm especially attracted to the ones who have initiative.
LY says:
Of course, looks are always a factor, not the deciding factor, but a factor nonetheless
LY says:
I'd ask a girl out only if she's like ULTRA-OMG-CAN-DIE-HELP-TOO-PRETTIFUL hot...
LY says:
but of course,
LY says:
what I look for also is just pure innocence, fun, wit, and honesty.
LY says:
I'm quite materialsitc eh.
TCM says:
So girls, if you meet Leon's criteria, do bother to ring him up. *grins*. All right, Leon, thank you so much for your time. Anyway... *looks away, back again, then bites her bottom lip* ...I know of a great restaurant not far from here, are you free....?
LY says:
well, yeah.
LY says:
betcha your plan backfired
LY says:
haha, actually, I'm about to cook meself some noodles now. But thanks for the offer..
LY says:
erm, maybe, next millenium
TCM says:
Ah *looks embarrassed* , thanks anyway, hope to see you again soon *walks away with glinting eyes*
LY says:
Kay, Bye.

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Awesome.

Posted on:
Posted at: 1:32 AM

and I will be there, looking over your shoulder.

Damn. I was flippin' through my mp3 on the way to town, and I stumbled upon this Plainsunset song which E Jin had sent to me like, aeons ago. "Girl on Queen Street". I had always deemed this song musically acceptable to my ears, but when I actually listened to the lyrics, FUCK! Damn it really is incredible how a song really speaks how I feel. I was that shaken.

The lyrics of the song is extremely repetitive. Which reflects how my mind has actually been thinking of the same things over and over again. Scary huh.

Anyway, got posted to VJC. Yay I guess. I should be happier. But, is this really what I want? Gabriel and Jamin really did a good job in scaring me. Oh well, I wanted it since like secondary 2 (for you doubters out there). I set it as a goal. A dream. Now that I'm "living the dream", I would really appreciate it if my peers would be happy for me. At least on the surface. Behind my back, I'm sure there'd be alot of jibes on how lucky and undeserved I was. Well, deserved of not, I accomplished what I thought was impossible. Getting six points in prelims. For those who want to put me down, go ahead. For those who are happy with and for me, I really thank you. I truly appreciate such gestures of true friendship.

Life's like that. Win some, lose some.

It seems that I've lost more than what I've won.

Anyway, back to regurgitating the past day's happenings.

Nothing to note from noon (when I woke up) till 5 p.m. Except that I rented 4 movies. Yay. "Hot Fuzz", "The Prestige", "Stomp The Yard" and "Ocean's Thirteen". Hoorah! I'm through with "The Prestige" and "Hot Fuzz". Both extremely good shows in their own element. Especially "The Prestige".

Went to town to meet Paul, Gabriel, Nick, Marcus Tay and Nathan (whom I have not seen for ages!). Ate Thai Express, as usual, under Gabriel's assertive influence. Would have rather settled for something not so over-valued, over-rated, and under-filling.

Went to the Cineleisure, this time upon Marcus Tay's request. Played air-hockey. Won one, Lost one. MEH! Subsequently went to Burger King to fill our stomachs, and left shortly after.

Just watched "Hot Fuzz". Its hilarious. Reeeeally crude, but thats what Brits are known for innit? Yeah, get fucking stuck in ther' laddies. Shove out the vulgarities and nip around looking for trouble with the lot of em'.

I'm getting restless.

Grrrr.

Grrr.

Grr.

Gr.

G.

.

BMDR. Same concept.

When the sun rises again,
I will be there with you my friend,
and I will be there,
looking over your shoulders.

Posted on: Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Posted at: 11:51 AM

Just woke up with an insane headache. Argh.

I think I was a little wasted yesterday. The feeling is weird. Its like, the air around is woozy, and it really is hard to think. I tried doing calculations of random numbers I passed by, and it took like, forever. Wasn't drunk, probably just quite tipsy. Like how when I got off the bus to change bus, and walked to the next bus-stop, I just slumped down onto the bus-stop seat. Wanted to control the weight, but couldn't. Oh well. 3/4 of a jug. Numbed for about 1 1/2 hours before slumber kindly but firmly touched my shoulder.

Prior to that, went bowling and subsequently supposedly, prawn fishing, but lo and behold, the place was closed. Well done, Brandon. So we ended up in town. Supposed to get to the Cathay via Dhoby Gaught MRT, but it was raining, consequentially, we were stranded at P.S for the fear of getting drenched by rain. I remember one time when I crossed between P.S and The Cathay three times, all with the rain briskly showering upon me, and the gentle breeze carressing my neck and cheeks. The perfect weather. Anyway,we played in the P.S arcade. It was barely just, aight~

Trotted down to Le Meridian Shopping Centre Food Court and ate Fish and Chips. Not bad, but rather unfilling. By then, I had blew my last dollar. Thats why, i've got to thank Joel. Thanks for covering pool buddy. (Arsenal still sucks so bad, and you know it) Played pool for an hour and a half. Saw Singapore getting slaughtered by Thailand. The uncle at the pool place, "Monstercue" was super lame, kept on exchanging lame remarks with me and Joel. But as always, exchanging comments with someone else is an activity I savour above many things. Thailand won 3-0. As I told the uncle, it was EXPECTED, but upsets always happen. Not this time though, but still. GO TEAM SINGAPORE! everyone who matters is cheering for you! Whoo!

Walked down a rather long way to Orchard Towers with Brandon and 2 other people. Oooh man, what an eye-opener. A neutral passer-by can't help but be intrigued by the sights and sounds of Orchard Towers. Went into this bar. Forgot the name, then asked the Bar Waitress to change to the Thailand Singapore match.I totally forgot that Orchard Towers was rampant with Thais. So once the match was on the screen, there was cheering by the female bar waitresses in support of their home country. One of them even cheekily said "Singapore lousy lah", totally directed at the 4 of us. So, me and Brandon did the expected thing and pelted them with a wave of patriotism. What followed was more shouting. All friendly. But Brandon and I had the final say by using the almighty phrase, "But what country are you in now? What country's people are you around here?". That, was a cheap but effective shot.



So why'd you have to go,
Is there something I could say to make you turn around,
Cause nights like this I wish I said don't go.
Is there anybody there,
Can anybody help, to get me out of here,
Cause you're walking down the road that I can't go.

He thinks its just one more sunset.

Posted on: Monday, December 10, 2007
Posted at: 12:51 AM

My favourite chord is B Minor. To me, it sounds stuck in the middle of a "happy" sound and a "sad" sound. Kinda like how I feel right now. It is very bittersweet-ish. But most of all, its sound seems as though it is covered by a shroud of mystery. There is a lingering sense of foreboding in the after-taste of the sound, the chord which follows, could easily be either a minor chord or a major chord, and it would still make musical sense most of the times. It is unpredictable, and grips me, and I just wanna know whether what follows the chord is "happy" or "sad".

The barbeque on Friday was pretty much the best barbeque i'd been to in my short life. Eggs, water bombs, food, SEA games, open roads and girls-to-throw-eggs-and-water-bombs-at really made it enjoyable. Went to Nick's place later that night and blacked-out. Made my way home in some ridiculous clothing. All that I was wearing was Nick's, and every single thing, was at least 4 sizes too big for me. Plus I had a stomachache in the bus and i stopped after Serene Centre and ran to the loo. Must have been some kinda sight.

Stayed up the whole of Saturday night/ Sunday wee hours of morning, then went to Changi. Fell asleep on the train there, expectedly, I think I was either snoring, or sleep-talking, because, during the intervals where I was awoken, almost everybody in the carriage was looking at me.

Time wasted or time well spent? Only time will tell.

Went home, and slept from 9.30 till 16.30, just in time to be awoken by my Mom's screams of going to fetch my grandma to her birthday dinner.

The dinner was good. My uncle (Mom's sister's husband) is just precious. I think that my uncle and I share the same kind of personality. Which is cool. My aunty's (Mom's sister, whose husband I had just mentioned) character is also super strong, and I really respect her and my mom for all they had done for my grandma. The four of them, my mom and her sister, filled in the void of 9 other children so well.

For the other 9, effing come to your senses.

Here's a nice photo from the Barbeque.




Yeah.



One glimpse, is all I ever need.
On that perfect image, I'd forever feed.


Time.

Posted on: Sunday, December 09, 2007
Posted at: 4:39 PM

9th december, 8.20 a.m.

Picture perfect.

It rained heavily today.

Posted on: Thursday, December 06, 2007
Posted at: 6:36 PM

I, believe, the world, is burning to the ground, oh well, I guess, we're gonna find out.
(Lets see how far we've come) (Lets see how far we've come)
But I, believe, it all is coming to an end, oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend.
(Lets see how far we've come) (Lets see how far we've come)

Song of the moment.

Absolute intense brilliance.

Thanks, Jia Hui and Javelyn once again, for the show of concern. For what really, I am still unsure of. Do I seem to have problems?

Haha.

Sigh.

Lets see how far we've come.

Lets see how far we've come.

Lets see how far.

Lets see how.

Lets see.

Lets.

Posted on:
Posted at: 1:44 AM

Well, well, well.

I've been once against, hit by a tornado which is a song on Nathan's blog. Its soo catchy, and the thing that interests me most of all is the fact that it has a piano part going through almost the whole way through. Playing in ostinatos. Awesome.

Went to Paul's place. Thanks again, Paul Ooi, for the hospitality you've once again showed to us. Sorry for leaving quite a mess of biscuit and potato chip crumbs. Promise I went be so CRUMMY the next time.

JJ was just fantastic haha. What a Joker. Super cool guy. Probably just about the coolest adult I've seen. If only he taught Lit in school instead of physics. I would be soo enthralled. Need to hang out with you more, Sir.

Watched "Hitman" with Marcus Tay, Paul Ooi, Gabriel Lee, Austin Peh, Joseph Chua and Remy Goh. It wasn't as great as I hoped it to be. Decent in an indecent way (for those who watched it, you'd get this). But then again, I don't have any expertise on that stuff. I promise. The plot was all twistee-and-turnee. I shan't review about it, but upon 10, I'd give it a 6.7 at most.

After that, we went to KFC at Taka to "slack". We just sat down aimlessly, eating dinner/supper, then headed down to Borders, where this huge discussion on stuff that I'm not a part of took place. I respect Remy's stand of trying to stay oblivious to the topic circulating between the others. While the other 4 (Marcus went back by then) discussed, Remy and I were flipping through interesting soccer facts.

I want to get more books from borders to read. Only thing is, I have no cash. Sigh.

Peace's out, together with my lights.

Posted on: Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Posted at: 12:55 AM

Its not the epic actions, its the small everyday things, the minute details which really gives everything away.

How would you know if something or someone is for real. How can you tell if somebody is actually shittin' you without you even knowing it. How sure can you be, that everything you thought you knew was true. How certain can you be that your life is going to be how you planned it to be.

I just realised that you don't. I don't know if something or someone is for real. I can't tell if somebody is shittin' me without me even knowing it. I am unable to be sure that everything I knew was true. I am always uncertain that my life is going to be how I planned it to be.

Thats where trust comes in.

I trust that something or someone is for real. I trust that nobody is shittin' me without me even knowing it. I trust that everything I knew was true.

most of all,

I trust that my life is going to be how I planned it to be.

I'm a living contradiction. I hate knowing and being struck in the face by the truth, yet, it is the only thing that I ever want from anybody.

Back to what blogging is all about.

Daily events.

Nothing much happened today. Just stayed home, sift through my e-mails hoping to close some ongoing deals. Gosh I want so badly to prove myself to myself. Got a compliment. It feels great. Getting complimented for having work done.

Didn't go out today, except for a trip with my parents to KFC at Bukit Merah. I had a heavy lunch/dinner. A Fish ole burger and a 3-piece meal. Yum, yum.

Today, was almost pretty much the same as yesterday. Except of course, I learnt that there could have been differences, but meh. Just, meh.

MSN nicknames are so full of See-kwerts waiting to be revealed.

Tomorrow is going to be a class gathering. I hope. Gosh I hope people will be there. I miss the good company of my classmates, and theres nothing better to savour the company with a testosterone overload, a "sausage-fest" while watching "Hitman", which i wish is as adrenaline pumping as "The Kingdom".

I can be heartened that I'm not the only person who has motives in everything I do like how some people see things. Friends with benefits eh. Thats funny.

Takes one to know one.

Posted on: Monday, December 03, 2007
Posted at: 9:14 PM

Thanks, Javelyn. That reassurance was well welcomed.

Today was probably the only day in which I stayed home the whole time. Actually, I'm about the go outside for a walk. Buy some snacks, get a drink (non-alcoholic, mind you). I need to go to Borders again. To restock on my "food for my soul" which is books.

"The Kite Runner" is a lit student's dream. And the whole impact of the story really shook me, and if I wasn't playing Need for Speed Porsche Unleased whilst reading that delightful book, I believe I would have let the sphincter muscles at my tear ducts succumb to the overwhelming emotions the book brought about. Too bad I didn't fully concentrate on the book, as I was also speeding down the glorious highways of the Autobahn, great fields of the Normandy, the breathtaking mountains of the mighty Alps and the scintilating lights of the Monte Carlo.

Gosh I wish I could get season tickets to see the F1 night races in our own little sunny island.

Okay. The song which is really stuck in my head right now is the acoustic version of Misery Business by Paramore. Musically, it is nearly flawless. The is a dark eerie glow to the guitar riff, and the use of the pentatonic scale. Hayley's voice is just a fresh mix of defiance, triumph and feminity. Plus, she is reeeeally pretty. Especially with that sexily cute pink streak in her hair.

Okay. See ya' later. I'm going to 7-11 now.

Sigh.

Posted on: Sunday, December 02, 2007
Posted at: 2:57 AM

today had been an eventful day?

well, thats subjective. being in a wedding where i barely knew the any of the newlyweds and my only companions being my brother and his girlfriend was, needless to say, akward.

being 16, i was socially quashed in the middle of twenty-somethings and kids below 10. the couple of female specimens even close to my age weren't exactly lookers, and that made my circumstance even more, uhm, dire.

all in all, it was a beautiful day to be in ang mo kio. my brother pulled a big surprise on me by being one of the 2 witnesses which signs the wedding thingy. way to go man. just make sure your weddings is more equipped with people my age then the one we'd been through.

on the way home, a casual enough comment by one of my brother's friends caused my head to buzz. there was no insult meant, and none was taken, my ego was unscathed, but thoughts, many thoughts formed in my mind.

Why the hell did i not have social plans for a perfectly good saturday evening.

Then i remember why, and graciously accept my own self-given reasonings.

Of course, some people like Siyi would easily address this "problem" by forgetting that it was a saturday to begin with. my goodness SF, my goodness. late night movie soon.

So why was i alone on a great breezy saturday night? Turns out, i wasn't, at least technically speaking, i wasn't. richie was with me, my mom was, my second brother and his girlfriend was at home for a good hour or so. my dad, though fast asleep in his sanctuary of unbearbly thick blanket.

So why was i alone?

I wasn't.

I just felt alone.

feel alone*

there is no point in this post. no hidden meaning, and yet, i feel like a great knot has been undone in my chest. i answered the unanswerable question. though now i kind of resent myself for doing so. by doing so, i've given myself no reason to anticipate anymore with the same fervor of a couple of months back. hope, there is plenty. but not tonight.

not on a perfectly breezy saturday night, whose winds, like a mother's hands, warmly yet soothingly carresses my face, leaving the tingle of the cold night air behind while exhausted adults are snugly huddled in the comfort of their beds, the world, stopping at its tracks for nothing, continues to revolve around its own axis, bringing about dawn from dusks, day from night. and along with the light, each new day brings new expectations, hopes, dreams.

no, i am not alone. i am with these dreams, illusions, some may call. but these so called "illusions", i just realised, have been my most faithful companions since the start of the monotonous drone which should have been the cheery holidays.

p.s, telok blangah is a scary little place to be at 2.30 am, even if its just to get out for fresh air and some 7-11 chicken carbonara with penne pasta.

Aloysius Ho Austin Collin Conrad E-jin Gabriel Hannah Hong Yi Jana Jia Hui Kai Kyra Nathan Nick Paul Raymond Samuel Tan Sing Chuen Siyi Steph Victoria Yuai Yvelyn Class 4.4 Class 08A12
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