a W a k 3 n | n G *

Monday, April 29, 2002
8:54 AM

I. Love. You. feeerEveR~

the voices in my head-

Thursday, April 25, 2002
6:46 AM

-yawn- zzZZzz -o-
Its been a lovely night yesterday, an exhausting day today, and another lovely night tomorrow c",)

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Monday, April 22, 2002
8:18 AM

-PEEKABOO!-
Whee, I'm so excited.
This week is fun-filled.
Shopping tomorrow.
RJ band concert wed.
Thurs b-day party
Fri dance nite
Saturday chalet
WHEE!~!~!
-PEEKACHU!-

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Sunday, April 21, 2002
7:00 AM

Which car are you?

Woot the hell? I'm cheap? I'M Cheap? I'M CHEAP?
ARGHHHHHH

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FIGHTS

WHEE!! I, laiwaikit, witnessed a fight at bukit timah CC today!
It was so freaking cool.
Re-enactment:
My team comprised of me, 2 of my neighbours, and 2 other polite aquaintances possibly doing NS currently
Opponent team comprised of 2 sec 5s from SHUQUN sec, 2 sec 4s from SJI and one from HONG KUN CSC
Haha, due to our immensely huge size, they were both laterally and vertically challenged.
Though their skill was way better than us, our NS team mates used their mass to block them out,
and obviously, we won =)

My neighbours, one of the NS guy and I then went toilet to wash up after the match, and guess wat?
When we emerged, we saw the 2 sec 5s trying to jump the other NS guy.
Haha, then the NS guy who followed us to the toilet went to his friend's aid, and the two sec 5s were like pointing middle fingers here and there, but with every step the NS guys took towards the sec 5 kids, they retreated.
Fortunately, (wasted, or it would have been more exciting), no fists flew...
My neighbours and I sat from a distance and watched the show. It was utterly funny. extremely cute. downright hilarious.

Heh, been a long time since such stuff happened at my CC.
It should happen more often, give us a good laugh...!

the voices in my head-

-enters with a smile on the face-

Oh no, i just realised how depressed i sounded the previous post.
Come think of it, it was just one of those days.
It wasn't anyone's fault.
I could delete the post, but i guess i won't
I have to remind myself that depression is temporary only
And the following morning, it goes.
And i shall be happy again!

Oh, and did i say too that i wish i were dead?
Hell no.
I wish i would live till very very very old.
I wish i would live with those i love, those i know.
I wish for peace, joy, love, happiness, good health, long life, self-control, power to resist temptation, power to withstand evil and sweet dreams every night for everyone!

-departs with a wider smile on the face-

the voices in my head-

Friday, April 19, 2002
8:39 AM

Dépression Du Premier Degré

Imagine an ant.
Imagine it being squashed.
A humongous thumb pressing it against a table.
Slowly it lies flat, then flatter. And a sickening crunch.
Its insides spew out, its flat. Dead.

Imagine a spider.
Imagine hands, with loads of toilet paper.
Splat. It traps the spider.
And whee. It heads for the toilet bowl.
Glurshgrushsplash. Round and round it turns, till it gets sucked in.
And water pours in from all sides.
And it drowns. Dead.

Imagine a moth.
It lies peacefully on the corner of your ceiling.
Sleeping. Dozing.
And then the following morning, you wake
And found it fluttering on the floor.
It cannot fly. Its wings are damaged due to overnight air con.
It flutters, it struggles. But you won't help it.
Its just a moth. And soon, it lies. Still. Dead.

Imagine a white man from US.
He arrives at africa. Mingles with his new found friends.
And realises they resemble his old self. Like 2 yrs back.
Its all about sex. Its all about wanking. Its all about porn.
Sometimes, its as if when they see women, they're imagined without clothes.
And in sex talk, there's no humour. No jokes. Corny or otherwise.
its just hardcore sex talk.
And when with girls, its a different tone. A different face.
But the white man knows, knows what they are thinking.
US was said to be superficial, now what should be said of africa?
White man's trapped, he cannot return to US.
He's stuck at africa.
His mind tries to adapt to africa. But if he does, he has to return to his old self.
And he doesn't want to. he chooses not to. he can't. he refuses.
But then again, the white man thinks.
It may just be the fatigue, the stress, the workload, the...
-sigh- it may be just -him- who isn't making enough an effort to interact, to mingle.
Oh well.
He's trapped. Trapped in africa. Trapped in his mind. For a boundless stretch of time.
He lies on the african soil. Thinking about it. Depressed. He lies. Still. Dead.

Dead? Wishing... just wishing.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, April 16, 2002
4:55 AM

On Lai-ing

As i look at the form i have to fill in, i realise that each and every one of us has demonstrated some form of discrimination in one way or another. Have you realised that every form starts with the filling in of your name, and before that, it requires you to circle if you were Mr/Ms/Mrs/Mdm/Doctor/Professor

I would like to take the opportunity to point out too that out of the 4 gender-differentiating terms, one relates to the male and three to the female. Much as i would like to, I shall not go into the sexist aspect of this.

But if you do take a look at the following addresses, it is usually followed by Doctor/Professor or at most, Lawyer.
Why should the world look upon such professions with utter respect and neglect those poor architects who design the buildings we live in, those poor gardeners who trim our gardens and those poor maids who do our household chores.
And what more, what about those prostitutes who provide endless pleasures and those gay pub hosts who never cease to cause a rise in the pants of the non-conformists of today's society.

Indeed, it would not be very polite to address one as prostitute XXX, where XXX is a variable depending on your surname (no, it has no underlying meanings), or Gay Pub Host Tan (any resemblance to present day occurances is purely coincidental. character used here is entirely fictional), but shouldn't everyone be proud of what their occupations are?

So i thought to myself. What am I most commonly addressed as? Director Lai? of the lai and lai burning co.? Basketballer Lai? President Lai?
-sigh- No one calls me [something] Lai. I'm just waikit, Lai waikit.

Hmm ok, so I was, I am and will always be Lai WaiKit. WaiKit's my name, Lai's the address. No Mr, No Ms, nothing. Just pure Lai waikit. Whether Lai has been chosen by my family or not, I guess i've been living up to my name pretty well. Come to think of it, Lai's my surname! So maybe my father, grandfather, greatgrandfather and so on have been lying for decades too.

And now as i look back at my secondary school days, I've been a darn good liar. I can worm my way out of trouble by lying, and it comes out of my mouth so swiftly i can hardly catch myself in a lie. What more, I don't turn red, i don't shiver, i don't pee in my pants when i lie. Sometimes, i can even lie without blinking an eye.
After years of experience, I have finally devised the most convincing way to lie. Look straight in the person in his/her eyes, do not blink. And mix some truth in your lie, and what emerges is a potion which could cure one from all difficult situations.

I wish i could stay at this stage of high-class lying. Nevertheless, I just get increasingly better at things as i do more and more of it. Today, i have come to the realisation that i could lie even to myself! I told myself i would study the entire set of econs and the first chapter of chem. And to make matters worse, I didn't even see her nor did i play basketball so i had no excuses!
But when i reached home with only 1 page of econs touched, i lied once again "Tomorrow i would do it. i would."
And i felt so hyped up after that i honestly think I would achieve it tomorrow, but alas, when tomorrow comes, the same lie would be spat out.
"Tomorrow i would do it. i would"
And tomorrow never comes.

the voices in my head-

Monday, April 15, 2002
8:20 AM

Browsing through the other blogs, i realise everyone has taken this test. But strangely, hardly anyone got the same result as me
=)

Which Member of the Endless Are You?

i wonder why.

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-yawn-
Indeed, J8's pretty boring.

Oh, and you know what? I'm starting to like taking SBS buses already.
(1) Its cheap
(2) One can sleep on the bus, and for some reason, able to wake up once in a while to see if destination is reached.
(3) And most importantly, I've adapted to the seats and invented a way of sitting which is both comfortable and decent-looking

Once again, I would like to thank SBS .

the voices in my head-

Sunday, April 14, 2002
12:43 AM

To RJC 1S06D
Just wanna thank the people who organised the party yesterday, it was cool, the food, the dunking, the place. everything.
Finally got together with ü people, and had great fun together.

Oh, and its been a month! =)

Departing rjc has taught me to believe in more and more things...
Absence makes the heart fonder.
Once a rafflesian, always a rafflesian.

Hmm... whats next?

the voices in my head-

Thursday, April 11, 2002
8:11 AM

I would like to thank the authorities of Singapore for providing Botanic Gardens and cheap SBS transport for indecisive people who cannot decide what to do. (",)

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Wednesday, April 10, 2002
8:26 AM

The Angel In Khaki Province

The angel wandered around. Never did a JC seemed so big to him. The designs on the walls, with an uncanny resemblance to the realm of short-pants caused memories of his past to streak past his mind. Looking left, looking right, the angel sees spirits of his old friends drifting here and there. Occasional words of Hi were spoken, but somehow, these spirits had lost the bond with the angel. Friends had become polite aquaintances, while aquaintances had become strangers. Sadly, the cycle does not go on, and strangers do not become friends.

Perhaps its just the tense atmosphere that envelopes Khaki Province currently, for block tests are about to strike next week (block tests are a form of armaggadon spirits have to undergo). Hence, everyone is busy mugging (a form of pastime of burying one's head in books), and the fortunate angel who is granted by god to be excused from armaggadon has nothing to do.

One day, the angel visited the basketball court and noticed that it was deserted. Everyone busy mugging he guessed. Noticing a basketball lying in the grass, he picked it up. Feeling extremely bored, he ran a distance and jumped, and dunked. With both hands. He was extremely pleased with himself. Apparently, the art of flying was lost to this poor angel upon entering Khaki Province, hence he had to jump.

Ahaz, the angel thought to himself. A dream finally come true. He had this dream since young, and tried lots of pathetic stuff to dunk. From returning to nyps (the sovereign which this angel had lived for 6 yrs in his younger years) each year to dunk in lower rims, to carrying chairs (an apparatus for humans to rest their butts on, with an equal and opposite normal reaction force that opposes the force that presses against it, by Newton's law) to dunk at realm of short pants.

Dreams come and go though. The dream of not having any form of interaction with chinese came true in white heaven, but alas, it was gone when the angel was transferred to Khaki Province. This angel has lots of dreams, some may come and stay, some come and go, some never surface. But he just hopes that the dream of his angel would last forever. for eternity.

"You wish". A voice in the back of head jolted him.
" Sigh. Even if it ain't for eternity, please let it be for a long time. for a very long time. " The angel immediately clasped his hands in prayer...
And speaking of wishes, how he wished he were back at white heaven. With friends, bosom friends, he can confide in. With angels he could talk to with ease. How he wished he could turn back the hands of time, to relive orientation. Relive lectures, relive tutorials, relive the times he stoned at the canteen, specs gal. Alas, its just a wish. And wishes remain as wishes unless a genie turns up.

Sometimes, he wished he had stuck to his original plan of going to Khaki Province for the 1st 3 months. Then friends remain friends, and not become aquaintances. Aquaintances would not become strangers. And there would be no pain of leaving white heaven.
Oh, but that would mean he would not meet his angel nor would not meet his angelsis. And everything would felt as if it were worth it once more.

He trudged away from the basketball court. Confused. again...

the voices in my head-

Saturday, April 06, 2002
11:18 PM

Have u sat for SAT?
urgh. the word list is irritating.

oh, and david bowie - nature boy is one of the most depressing songs i've heard.

the voices in my head-

Count of monte watever is a really COOL show! go watch it cool dudes and hot dudettes~ its worth $8.50
Oh, and botanic gardens is a really nice place to go when you have nothing else to do.
Bleh, its 12:27 now, *tired*, won't elaborate.
Nite.

p.s heh, junbin, i felt so bad not meeting u to donate today...

the voices in my head-

Friday, April 05, 2002
6:40 AM

Okay, this is one of the most crappy days i've had in my week. Deprived from seeing her due to french classes, i sought solace in hcjc basketball courts. Originally wanted to go for canoe trials, but as usual, wasn't disciplined enough to remove my butt from the basketball courts when the trials started.
then after i decided to pongteng canoe, i couldn't play basketball. coz the courts were used for bball training and volleyball. so Mingmou and I migrated to tchs to play more ball. alas, it began to pour... -sigh-

So here i am. Bored. BOred. BORed. BOREd. BORED! and i decide to visit everyone's blogs...
i noticed something thought provoking in alvin's... (http://griever.blogspot.com/)
Saturday, March 30, 2002 regarding... Black

"Life is black; let's face this fact. No one has ever denied the challenges of life that make it seem so demanding, so excruciating, so... tormenting... No one has ever said that life is totally a fun thing. No one ever did. But what people have done are to take others' lives, and taken their own. What makes life so interesting is that no one wants to be denied a life, yet at the same time no one would want to be thrown into one hapless and helpless. Weird irony. And the most amazing thing is, when you die, you end up like the others who came before you; it didn't matter to Hades whether they were rich or poor, pretty or ugly, intelligent or stupid. In the end, you come back to the same place from where you started from. Nothing."

=-sigh-=
Why does life suck? Why do people keep saying life ain't good? Always wishing they were someone else, doing something else.
Guess its just me. but i never think much, yes, some of u who know me better would know that i hardly think.
Strangely, i don't know why. possibly its just laziness, but i hate it when i've to think about something...
When an event approaches, i just do it. and then, i'll bear the consequences.

So perhaps that explains the 3 white slips in less than 3 months and CS at hcjc within the 1st 5 days.
But hey, if not thinking gives u happiness, and gives u the impression that life doesn't suck after all, a small price of white slips and CS ain't much...

Honestly, i'm a happy guy. I'm always happy. when idiotic events come my way, at most i'll get really idiotic for a day, and then get over it the following day.
The most recent down in my life occured when i was posted to hcjc instead of rjc. sigh, sad but inevitable, i did get on with my life after all...
My recipe for happiness? Thou shalt not think about something for more than 10s.

I've spoken to people about how my mind fanthoms, and some tell me its an optimistic way of running away from sad facts. In a way, it is. But my personal motto in life is to stay happy, whatever i do. And try to keep others happy while staying happy myself.
I still remember Mrs Chong in sec 2 when she told my class "When u speak, there are only 2 functions. One is to convey a message, another is to make the other party happy"
Its not only about speaking, whatever we do, its to enrich our life, or to keep ourselves and others happy, ain't it?

hmmz, alvin said this too, in his blog
"The thing is, you come into life with nothing, you leave with nothing, not even memories. The only thing really records the deeds of a person is the memories of others. "

Life ain't about how it begins, nor about how it ends. Its what we make out of it. And since we can't control all other variables in life but ourselves, isn't it best to keep yourself happy?
Life's like a relationship. You cannot control how it begins, nor can u decide when to end it. But its what that happened during the relationship that matters most. It has ended for some, but its the beginning of an end, not the end of the beginning. Pick yourself up, digest the juicy details of your relationship, gain the experience from it, and make yourself a better stead the nxt relationship!

Its true we leave this world with nothing. But we can leave our traces in the memories of people. Just like me leaving liquid paper blots of aWak3n|nG everywhere at rjc and tchs =D
well well, i've finally had something substantial in my blog. *good job, waikit*

Studying's a chore
Teachers suck to the core
Life's a bore
When results crappily fall

Nonetheless, God's always just
Some get brains, others get busts
Some are handsome, others wear masks
Some tall like me, some short as grass

So Hakuna Matata
Get yourself a prata
Smack your lips with a fanta
And live free and happy like santa

-=waikit=-

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Thursday, April 04, 2002
5:33 AM

HCJC thurs are so stupid.
Double PE then lectures all the way till 2+, then dismissed.
Hence, i went for PE, a silly swim that drained half my energy away, then KAP for breakfast. (we decided to pon 1st lecture)
Then we went to play pool at superpool, surprisingly, they didn't mind sch U (we decided to pon the 2nd one)
then we played slightly longer than expected (we pon the 3rd one)
and then i started feeling damn guilty coz she sms-ed me and asked how was my sch day. so i decided to rush back to sch for math lec. -sigh- and i half slept through it.
wat a waste of thursdays...

But oh well, i met her after that
And we studied! ya, i studied, k?
Yeahz, completed my GP SAT revision~ ;)

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Monday, April 01, 2002
7:23 AM

Hmmz... I had a fast paced day .
Had tutorial, break, tutorial, break, lecture, 2 periods of GP (library *smiles* ) , and END OF DAY
woohoo. And my angel came, ahaz, she looked sweeter than ever in her new uniform =)
went to eat and coro, and sent her to piano. lalala~

Then the taxi driver stared at me, so hard his eyes nearly popped out, when i told him to return back to where we came from.
He was about to begin lecturing me on BGR when i silenced him saying that she's my sis ;p
Then he raised his brows so high it nearly disappeared into his forehead...

Met yongfeng, caught up on old gossip, played basketball then headed for KAP.
Met chermain, who has morphed from a carefree young thing to a confused busy councillor-to-be
Please, those who can do something about it, or rather, you, who can do something bout it, do something!
Talked with cher and rain and two other gals whom i forgot their names till my mum yelled at me over e phone, and then i came home.
sigh.

Btw, oreos, without cream, + colgate, make very good april fool's joke. Aren't my rjc friends lucky.

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