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Thursday, May 30, 2002
7:25 AM

R j C h A | e + 2 0 0 2
27-29th May

A Gazillion Thanks
To Miniminister Andrew
And Whistles And Bangs
To She Who Made The Brew
Not Forgetting The Mahjiong Gang
Which Roped Me Into Sleepyhead Crew

Leading The Crew Was Tan Tien Fun
Visiting Land Of Dodos So Very Much
And Thanks For The Dishes Done
To Zhenghan Who Didn't Stay For Fudge
And To Mel, The Bright Ray Of Sun
Condolences Aplenty, For She's On Crutch

To Cherie Er, The Small Cherry
Watch Where You Place Your Stuff
Jill, Nookz, Olivia, The Trio Like Fairies
Who Sang Till Cheeks Grew Puff
Your Company Has Made All Merry
We Would Never Have Enough

Vincent And Jill Whisked In And Out
One Has Comp, Another Yipping Like A Lout
Screw Joshi Who Rapped All Too Loud
Sending Us Fleeing To Skies And Clouds
Screening Of Thirteen Ghosts Came About
And We Acted Like One Strange Cult

All In All, Thanks To Those Who Came
From Yihui The Indecisive To Danny The Tame
From Leslie The Quiet To Mel The Lame
From Ashok The Shy To Nookz The Fame
And Once Again, Gatrillion Thanks To Hairy Andrew Still The Same

You Peeps Had Kickstarted My Hols, Hurling It Into A Superfiliciousfantastica Gear

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, May 29, 2002
2:55 AM

You. Yes you. Stop Reading This!

It would appear my blog has been garnering an audience I was quite unaware of. As such, the time has come for a concerted examination of this blog's content. After meticulous and detailed analysis, I have concluded that my blog is...perfect.

Nevertheless, it is politically incorrect and definitely unfit for the prying eyes of some. To those who have a panaromic view of this entire situation, you will soon discover that this blog will never be the same again.

the voices in my head-

Sunday, May 26, 2002
6:27 AM

Masak Masak

Whee, I relived my childhood today at cherie's place. Oh, but this time it ain't clay and tumbletots, but soup spice spaghetti and sauce which ended up in our stomaches.

Silly mel and cherie kapook recipes from borders yesterday and the two of them + tienfun + jill and i scouted around NTUC for the weirdest specimens of foodstuff i could never imagined, from flaked coconut to artificial chocolate flavouring! (sheesh, if we could get real chocolate, why shld there be an artificial flavouring?)
As usual came the smirk reply from them saying cooking's a girls' stuff and i wouldn't know.

Bleh, after paying more than half a hundred for all the stuff, we trudged all the 4 plastic bags to cherie's house and started cooking for hours. As usual, mel screws up by reading salt instead of sugar, but it turned out pretty decent. Wala, the final product was pasta in tomato paste topped with a creamy flavour, 3 varieties of soup, chilled flakes of chocolate corn drops and of coz not forgetting our own made ribena...

It was great food, it was great fun. I think I would take up cooking one day (",)

the voices in my head-

Friday, May 24, 2002
9:12 AM

Temptation Island

Dear Lord, please grant me the strength to resist all evil and temptations that may befall. Grant us peacejoylovehappinessgoodhealthlonglife and.. faith
Amen.

the voices in my head-

Thursday, May 23, 2002
7:23 AM

My Phony Phone

A miracle has descended upon the poor angel in khaki heaven.
Pissed that his handphone could not work, the angel hurled his handphone floorwards, intending to dissipate it into a trillion pieces.
Alas, his handphone, upon a head on collision with the floor, managed to work once again.
Much to his disappointment, he would not be able to aquire a new phone.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, May 21, 2002
8:07 AM

On Singing Singtels

My darn !#)*% phone conked out. SIM card rejected or something. What a Super Irritating Mechanism.
Oh, and Singtel's farked up too. Everytime I call for customer support, it sings a background tune and tells me to hold.
Screwed.

the voices in my head-

Monday, May 20, 2002
6:27 AM

Suspension

Why do news travel so fast? Sometimes I wish events could be told 1st-hand by me to certain people, and not them finding out from wildfired gossip and rumours. Day 2 of orientation at RJC, charles (who's by the way, a complete stranger but a friend of my other friend) came to me and asked me for a CD. Word of my raving sec 4 business has travelled from hcjc to rjc in a mere day. Can you believe it?
Today, Qunya from vjc called me up. She has heard bout it
Oh, and not forgetting Benson from acjc smersing me, comforting me bout it

Urgh, okok! I've been suspended, ya? Suspension would be implemented for 2 days, on the week after block test 2. I would be made to report to school, and sit in a room and study for 10 hours straight. Hope it ain't locked, or I might just perish in a fire.
Oh, and it might or might not go down in the records. According to the discipline mistress, if i behaved in the months to come, it would be erased. As all of you know, other than the fact that i pongteng, I'm a living angel. So i guess if i just rid that habit, it might just rub off clean.

Commandment Number 11:
Thou Shalt Not Pongteng
hmm, wait.
Thou Shalt Minimise Pongtenging
eh...
Thou Shalt Try His Best To Attend Lessons

there you go.

the voices in my head-

Sunday, May 19, 2002
8:56 AM

Midnight Strikes

Its 11:59, seconds before midnight.
Stooped behind the screen lies an anxious individual who's about to press the "Post And Publish" button on the top right hand corner of the blog editor
-tick tock tick tock-
All of a sudden, the computer digital clock turns 12...
Fingers hastily rush to click the mouse button
In a distant, the cuckoo clock could be heard chirping noisily

Ahz, an idiot thought to himself
"This marks the longest period of time he has been separated from *her* and he's still alive and kicking"
Great. Now now, who was that assified air-headed pimp who said I was obsessive?
Nanny nanny poo poo.

the voices in my head-

Saturday, May 18, 2002
6:09 AM

Enlightenment

Through the years, I've been wondering why I'm so tired at times, and then turning hyper all of a sudden. Fatigue from workouts, aches from trainings and intense concentration from lessons have been my more popular reasons of mental weariness, but today, I have been enlightened...

As I sit behind the screen typing my blog, a stinging stench swirls into my nostrils and suffocates me. It is the smell of burnt flesh. From my baked arm. A mere 2 hours on court under a scorching sun has transformed me into a bang-la-dash-y; whenever i fling my arm, flakes of dead cells would scatter onto my floor. Okay, i shall quit bitching about the weather and get back to my enlightenment.

As an idiot once said "Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, but it can be transformed from one form to another." Oh, and ever heard of thermal equilibrium?
"All states of bodies would aim to achieve thermal equilibrium."
Since our bodies are 37-38 degrees, and today's weather is obviously way above 40 degrees, my body would transfer heat to the surrounding air. Thus heat energy is lost from my body. This explains how I'm so drained of energy whenever the sun's particularly feverishly sweltering.

As a few of my classmates and I cuddled beneath a shelter between one of the bball matches, we noticed a faintly perceptible shimmering form hovering inches above the ground. It lacked clear delineation and was ironically obscured beneath the glowing sun.
This alien matter ignited our curiousity and sparked an argument. Tonnes of ideas poured in, varying from evaporation of water to mirage caused by reflection of clouds, from the efferversance of our dripping sweat to formation of plasma.

Nevertheless, we all came upon the conclusion that it is, indeed, the ground boiling.

the voices in my head-

Thursday, May 16, 2002
6:50 AM

The Law Of Relativity

"Eh mom, think you'd need to see my discipline mistress tomorrow regarding a pending suspension..." was about to tongue out of my mouth when...
"WaiKit, would you like to organise a birthday party in the june hols..."

sigh, why do they have to be nice all of a sudden when i've got to tell them something urgent and fury-inducing?
screw newton, or is it einstein? for his frigging law of relativity.

-ponders ponders-

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, May 15, 2002
4:51 AM

Mental Alienation

I think I'm suffering from delirium.

As my CT dragged me to the general office today, and shoved in my face the evidence of my absence in 82 lectures since the start of term, together with my unexplained disappearances from several chemistry and physics practical and not forgetting my mysterious tutorial escapades, CS sessions were inevitable.

So says the discipline mistress J Tan, "For every lecture skipped, a CS session would be issued. For every four CS sessions accumulated, you would be suspended. If one were to attain 3 suspensions, the student would be expelled."
We sat down and calculated, and it was concluded that if such dire punishments were meted out, i would have to be expelled 7 times from hcjc.

Such serious situations were staring in my face today because I was caught once again with alvin and disheng for skipping CT talk at the auditorium. And strangely, I felt no fright, nor fear.
Flashes of "Hello, HCJC would like to invite waikit back to school to be expelled for the [x] number of times" streaked across my mind, and there were certain times when a grin nearly stretched across my face, before i had to stiffle it with a sneeze or cough.

-sigh- I think I'd better get serious.
And this time, its for real. Or i'm afraid there would be no turning back.

Indeed, i think insanity has set in.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, May 14, 2002
4:11 AM

On Bitches

I've slept at 10pm yesterday, and i awoke this morning wide and fresh.
And i lasted the whole day with my eyes wide, not shut...

And this is despite 5 periods of chemistry which are way capable of rousing impatience, anger, fury all balled into an emotion which bypasses the profanity of "fucked-up". Making matters worse is the bitch who's supposed to enlighten us on the subject. She isn't boring or dull, nor dim-witted or screwed, but she just picks on me. Its true i do not complete (oh wait, maybe the more appropriate term is attempt) tutorials, nor take assignments or practicals or tests seriously. But for fark's sake, issuing CS sessions every alternate days would not aid the situation. Oh, and did i forget to mention that she's just some freaking J3 know-it-all? -sigh- Most fortunately, she would only last a few weeks before the new chemistry teacher steps in...

Sometimes i just miss the times of secondary school, where teachers interact on a more personal basis. Despite the physical aspect of shoe-hitting-heads, teachers and students form a bond which brings even the dullest people to sing Amigos Para Siempre on chairs on graduation day. At hcjc, some of my current teachers are so utterly extremely truly absolutely completely downright boring that i'd bet they could go on teaching in their empty husks even when their souls have departed from their body.

How would my results turn out after a year and a half? Would a Mrs Sow appear suddenly to drag me out of my despairing state of chemistry? Would a Mr Su turn up predicting my A level scores? -sigh-
I Do Not Know

the voices in my head-

Saturday, May 11, 2002
10:51 PM

Global Warming

Oh no. The effects of greenhouse gases are getting increasingly disastrous

The sun is scathingly hot, with rays resembling beams of electrons, each working its way into one's skin
Toasting the fine hair above, sizzling the upper layer of skin and fat, before biting into the tissue and muscle of each individual
Then they remain, kicking up a fuss beneath our exoskeleton, refusing to be transient

Pain is followed accompanied by several symptoms that reveal one to be a victim:
A reddish patch which illustrates the area in which the electrons target, which would induce a yelp from the victim if brought to contact
The electrons which carry with it a high kinetic energy would convert itself into heat energy which would boil the victim's blood. The blood would then gush to the surface of the victim, and he/she would resemble a full blown tomato for hours. Angels are not spared...
The upper layer of skin is inflamed, and singed to resemble dried flakes. This is particularly disastrous to tall people since the rays from the sun would hit them within a shorter distance. And what more, it is especially obnoxious if it hits the upper body of a tall person since the rays would hit the target within an even shorter distance.

Which explains my sunburnt eyelid.

the voices in my head-

Friday, May 10, 2002
6:20 AM

Whats Up With Me?

Okay I think something's up with me. This is the 2nd or 3rd day I've played very aggressively on the courts. Strange when I bumped people around, an almighty aura envelopes me. I feel power surging through my veins as the adrenaline rush overcomes me.
But power is nothing without control. And without control, you get pissed. And you piss people off.

Maybe its just something about history catching up with me (refer to 2 posts below) that is uncapping the bottled frustration, or maybe its just me suffering PMS. period.

the voices in my head-

Thursday, May 09, 2002
7:27 AM

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility
With A Bigger Build Comes The Need For Stronger Self Control

Hmm... everyone has been telling me that i am getting increasingly violent in my basketball games.
Foul-less my moves may be, i am resorting to a more technical way of bumping my body towards others to score.
Maybe i should watch the way i play. Coz i have been bumped around before. And i didn't like it.

oh yawn, this is by far one of the more accurate tests i've taken, so there...

find your element
at mutedfaith.com.
<º>

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, May 08, 2002
3:42 AM

History Is Catching Up

Waikit, where's your maths trigo tutorial 3? Oh, and speaking of tutorials... where is your tutorial 2? And what about tutorial 1 corrections? And you haven't handed in your functions quiz! And please give me your biodata form as soon as possible!
Waikit, come see me after school to arrange your Corrective Service session because you had not attended all of your previous 12 periods of chinese lessons but two!
Waikit, why did you not see me when i asked you to? You are now up for this week's CS session and next week's too.
Waikit, where is your physics practical? And your previous ones too? I have not seen a single physics practical from you since you entered hwachu!
Waikit, chem prac? Chem Prac? CHEM PRAC? ARGH. CS!
Waikit, why were you not present at the maths lectures today? And the econs ones too? And physics?
Waikit, once again, you skipped chemistry tutorial. CS!
Waikit, see the chem teacher for makeup test for the lesson you skipped.
Waikit, i think i would have to see your parents soon.
Waikit, would you want me to make an appointment with the principal with your parents?

Fuck Waikit. Fuck everything.

the voices in my head-

Monday, May 06, 2002
8:35 AM

On songs

I think i've got a weird taste of music. I like all songs except heavy metal and jazz, but i especially like ULU ULU songs which go either real slow or inspirational, like Enya's Only Time, AmigosParaSiempre, MichaelJackson's Earth Song, and WeAreTheWorld.

And God Bless, i've taken a liking for a few chinese songs like Andy's ZhongGuaRen, Jacky's DangWoXiangQiNi and AhNiu's DuiMianDeNuHaiKanGuoLai. Yes, don't bother to tell me that i'm suffering a really bad lag.

Oh, and the lag's been stretched over to the realm of english music too. I've just discovered that Savage Garden and Michael Learns To Rock are really good (",)

Ahaz, weird me? Neh. I'm just eccentric. brilliant. genius. ( ^ o ^ )

the voices in my head-

On Today c",)

Me met alvin today and he told me that my blog's getting more and more eh... philosophical (",)
Bleargh, maybe its got something to do with love ('o')

Oh and alvin, my previous post had the title "Lumped Oppression Versus Endearment"
Hmm, nothing cheem about it you know? Take the 1st alphabet of every word and it forms "love"

Anyway, i think i'm turning nocturnal. I've been falling asleep nearly every lesson in hcjc, no matter how boring or interesting it is. But come to think of it, i'm also tired at night. I can't bring myself to start doing work at all. Life's just swirling around computer and icq and dumb bells and basketball and people at the moment... -sigh-
So wait, don't think nocturnal's the word for me. I'm just tired. exhausted. fatigue.
Why so? Don't know... maybe i'm just growing old

Well well, me finally spent the afternoon with an angel and spiderman today.
The show's pretty cool, and indeed, i look forward to the sequel...

-trudges off for dinner-

the voices in my head-

Saturday, May 04, 2002
8:47 AM

Lumped Oppression Versus Endearment

The realm of bores was pouring profusely from all sides. I can't train since my back feels so chafed, I can't watch cinema releases coz i want to savour them on cinema, neither can I seek solace at the basketball court since its pouring. Again.
So i planted my butt before my computer and started browsing through everyone's blogs...

On weian's blog, http://eminity.blogspot.com/
Thursday, May 02, 2002
Posted 6:19:45 PM by eM iNity

Indeed, it has been said that "Nichts aber eine Illusion der Liebe" -- Isobel Williams
Love's nothing but an illusion...

Obviously its an illusion. Literally, that is. We can't see love, it is intangible, but we all know it exists.
What then defines love and being loved?
The Kindly Ones states that "It (love) opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up."
Its true. Love opens yourself to someone else. But what if that someone else comes around and brings an upside down world upright, what if that someone brings all your wrongs to right? Its a risk to take, and along with the risk comes the element of trust. You have to trust that *she* would bring about great happiness instead of "messing up" oneself.

"You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... "
What armour? There is no armour which can protect oneself from the inexpediences of love, and even if there were, love would penetrate it. Love's intangible remember? One always perceive from a broken relationship that love has failed them, but what if they had failed love?
Oh, and on a lamer note, there are two oxymorons in the above quote. Stupid person and stupid life. Both ain't stupid.

""maybe we should just be friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. "
Obviously it hurts, even a wooden splinter beneath your feet would cause you to scream into your pillow, much less a glass one in your heart. When pain comes, there are only two things you can do about it. One, to preoccupy yourself and forget the failed love. Two, to plaster and medicate the injury, and attempt once more

In conclusion, The Kindly Ones are, in my humble opinion, a walking irony. Not only are there several oxymorons in the paragraph which wei an posted, the basis of it is fundamentally flawed. Love exists in all, but why should some succeed while others fail? If some could succeed, then it couldn't have possibly failed you. You have failed love. Instead of wallowing in depression, do something about it, and what comes out of it does not matter. But at least, you had tried once again. And would not regret.

Oh btw, (",)
I am... ...

Which Action Star Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

Shows how bull-shitty such online quizzes are...

the voices in my head-

Friday, May 03, 2002
9:26 AM

Time Flies Like Bullets. Fruit Flies Like Banana

Hmmz, its monday. Don't worry, monday will pass quickly, i told myself, what more, i have a party tomorrow at daniel tan's place. Oh, and wednesday's a holiday too! Before i knew it, i'm sitting behind my keyboard typing my blog. For friday's entry...

As the saying goes, time flies. But even flying ain't an appropriate term to describe time. From flying bullets to whirling f16s, from soaring eagles to pigs flying over the moon, flying is an act which could be observed by all. Time, however, exists as another dimension, which even scientists fail to uncover.

As we enter into the phase of our JC life, some of our sec 4 days fade as time passes, but there are some which stand out like a sore cucumber amidst a sea of apples. Take for example the time when Mr ang used MY shoe to hit MY head, the thumpings of the shoe cannot be easily forgotten! Or the 1st time i was punished with dalglish, made to stand on tables, with overhanging fans whirling inches from our heads? Oh, and certainly not forgetting the occasional shrieks of "Hoh Seh" and "Ban Luck" when our sec 3 recesses and recreational times were revolved around blackjack.

Oh, and remember the times when time behaved in a perculiar manner? Galloping in leaps and bounds at one moment, and slowing to a snail's crawl the next instant? The countdown to prelims from 40 days to 4 days which breezed through without leaving any traces? How we looked forward to the end of examinations, but it seemed like a speck on the horizon that never approaches? And not forgetting the aftermath of Os which crawled with sianness piling up?

Time is precious, everyone knows that. But we hardly ever treasure it until it leaves us.
Pray tell, would i cherish my friendships now? Or would i not and regret later?
Pray tell, would i maximise my potential now? Or let history repeat itself and heave a great sigh later?
Pray tell, would i treasure the times with her? Or would i not open myself fully to her and let tears flow later?

the voices in my head-

Thursday, May 02, 2002
4:26 AM

Its a small world after all

The world is so small
Everyone could be related to everyone else!
Half of my present class could be related to someone else i know~!
From fangxi to peishan, from chermain to xiaoyuan, from daisy to felicia, from chang-u to rjc
Whooe~ even gabriel yam to gabriel ho!
Incidentally, Gabriel's church friend is chuiling (my rjc classmate) whose boyfriend is gabriel ho (my rjc bball teammate) !
Indeed, its a really small world
And this makes the saying "What goes around comes around" even more true!
Be good to all, for all you might know, your bastardness may backstab you one day
Or your graciousness may heave you out of hot soup... (",)

the voices in my head-

Wednesday, May 01, 2002
6:36 AM

Have you ever wondered how you would perceive an issue 10 years down the road?
Oh wait, did i say 10 years? Just 5 years would do. Or even 2. Perhaps even one!
Our minds are always on the verge of a swirling change, we may think of something as approbation for now
In the blink of an eye, we may deem it as malevolence.

On Amour
As i probe deep into the realms of my mind, i could still recall the times of my kindergarden
Any girl with long hair, however much acne she may possess, however negatively sized her assets may seem
I would fall for her.
Love = long hair.
I still recall the time in K2, when i had a really bad crush on a girl, with superbly long hair. Asked for her number, had no paper, and repeated the number in my mind for 40 minutes in the school bus, but alas, when i reached home, i got all the 7 numbers messed up
Tried deciphering the 7 numbers, but gave up after missing CAPTAIN PLANET and SNOOPY

Oh, then primary school came. And a new perspective of girls was injected into my veins.
Girls = Aliens. Girls are the opposite gender which totally DO NOT understand guys, and any guy who sat beside a girl, who walked beside a girl would be struck by a torrent of gossip and "eeEEeeZ" from the class.
As upper primary arrived, girls would be increasingly clique-y. What makes the segregation worse is the fact that girls were maturing way loads faster, mentally and yes, physically! Before long, the girls in our class towered over the guys. Much of the rare presence of "love" which existed then was certainly infactuation...

Then we were plastered respectively into different secondary schools
It was rumoured that SJI produced the top notches of gays while RI produced the top brands of geeks.
TCHS had, and has always been producing the most number and most experienced horny creatures.
Whether it has anything to do with Tan Kah Kee or the location being opposite NYGH (which has been rumoured to possess the ugliest mammals ever walked on the surface of the earth), i shall not probe into it.
But the fact is that TCHS guys are horny.
And i'm from TCHS
-sigh- not that i'm currently a hormonal raging triceratops (horny creature), but i have been through the stage when anything and everything could be related to sex. And disgustingly, as i've passed through that stage (though some people still don't believe, for they believe i had fallen too deep to be out of it), i see some guys who are still in the stage.
this stage is an era of one's life where they view all girls without their clothes, super imposing great assets while savouring a graphical depictment of them inches from the bodies.
also, this stage involves the act of rushing home every afternoon, locking the doors, and hibernating in front of the computer.
then, one would spend hours searching for pixel girls, and would sacrifice tonnes of hours to obtain the best quality of porn
and eventually, one would only obtain a medium quality porn flick, then, he would minimise the screen to achieve best clarity, and place one's head really close to the screen.
Love, then, as anyone can see, is mostly related to sex.
To get a girlfriend = getting the prettiest possible = speeding up the relationship as much as possible
for sex.

And now, we're slowly integrated into JC life.
Yes, it sounds sappish, but i guess i've learnt to respect girls and not viewing them as bodies which provide 3 holes.
Incidentally, getting into a relationship with such a mentality provides the best of both worlds i guess.
You ain't desparate and just want to be someone special in someone else's heart
Someone once asked me if i knew i was in love and not infactuation
Sadly, i don't know.
And i shall never know.
True love is something which i will never understand, not even on my coffin
In just a short span of 16 years, love to me has morphed from longhair to alienic creatures to sex machines ~

Some say love is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. (www.dictionary.com)
Hmmz, thats so technical. Hear mine out...

Love is someone being special in your heart and knowing that you're special in someone else's heart too.
And in a relationship, there ain't need for speedy physical-ity, neither is there a need for never ceasing supply of gifts and presents.
You happy, she happy, and thats it.

Well, thats love in the mind of a 17 year old. Who knows what i shall perceive in a year to come.
Only time can tell.

oh, btw

Take the What Kind of Slacker are you? Quiz

oops?

the voices in my head-