Come to think of it, I believe the school is misleading us on purpose with the more relaxed time table. Take today, for example, I have almost one whole hour worth of breaks before my next lessons. Quite smart, considering that people like me will take 20 minutes to settle down, then study for 10 minutes, then jabot 10 minutes before the next lesson.

Good one.

I never knew that Jedi can tell so many racist jokes. Canteen. Hot. Many people. Damn noisy. Jedi = racist jokes. Some were funny. A few corny. Nonetheless racist. Parijat will love them.

OK. Practise papers now.
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Laziness did.
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There are Peeping Toms, or Peeping Marys on this world. For the sake of the modern liberty of modern women, I shall use Mary as the opposite of Tom.

As I was saying, there are Peeping Toms or Peeping Marys on this world, still. Not to say that these people are crazy, but perphaps more of lustless enough to try to use various ways to stimulate themselves. Think of it as self entertainment.

Of course, there are the really pervertic Peeping Toms who stop at nothing to get their viewing pleasure. Such a good example that I can take is using the sick idiots who use cameras to examine what's underneath people's clothes while there are not aware of it.

I'm not there yet.

If I were to put things into perspective, I supposed he does in some way or other try to look at people of the opposite gender for what-he-wants-to-see. I wouldn't give a heck on it, though.

The second type of Peeping Toms are those who look at everything and anything from the corner of their eyes These people I likened to jerks like some people I know in the bloody society, be them from school, at home, in the family, in pubs. Of course, one tends to think that he or she might be some dickless stalker who don't give a shit about whether the person he or she is staring at --- might realize that he or she is being glared at everytime they past each other. Of course, dumb fucks like these pea-phoo-brained shit-head doesn't have the cells to kinda hide himself or herself from being spotted.

The third kind refers to most nosy people. (I'm being fair by not pointing to which gender.)

These 'nosy' kids that I come across are very interested in letters, telephone calls, mobile phones that one has. I give an example that has happened to me many --- in fact so many that I can't recall the times I've been victimised --- times.

I have a blooy mobile. I just made friends with eg. A. A seems to think that after a few chatters and calls and you-know-bloody-hell-boring conversations. A seems to think that we are good friends, so much so that he/she has the right to start befriending my stuff. Well, if not for a few friends of mine who advised me to cool down all the time, I might have jolly well snatched my shit away and never talk to my stuff-rapist.

Of course, this person doesn't realise the extend of damage he/she is doing to my feelings. So he/she continues somemore and starts to sift thru the stuff within my stuff. Take for example the smses I have in my phone. I assure you what I have is my business. And what I do with my stuff is also my business.

So what the blood-hell are you doing looking thru my phone for?

Me being me. I keep calm and relaxed about it. So calm that Chee Hao would have thought twice before poking fun of me if he were around.

Tempers are not the best way to warn people of the mistakes they have done.

So this Peeping Tom/Peeping Mary thinks that nothing is wrong with what he/she has done. When he/she has the second chance, he/she does it again. With the same gleeful look on his/her face.

I dunno what for.

The same thing happens. I get really pissed. I say nothing.

This is the red line. You have crossed it. And you know happens to people who cross the red line?

They get it.

So I'm telling people who read this.The reason that I rarely pick up your mobile to even take care of it for you for a tinsy-teeny while is because I put your trust in me to not intrude your privacy in action. Not to say I appreciate it if I do flip open your phone to see the make of your model. I DON'T for this fucking matter even go near your Inbox or Outbox of Calls section.

Becaue I respect your privacy.

And I expect the same from you.

Reflect upon the number of phones that you have handled and raped the Inbox, Outbox and Calls section. I'm telling you now if you haven't come around from your fucking concussion. That is the same number of feelings you have hurt.

And I think even Boyfriends/Girlfriends, Husbands/Wives, closed friends, good friends should honour the trust bestowed upon them and not peep at mobile phones.

I end my point of view.
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Laziness did.
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I think I have to upsize my monitor if I'm going to watch more movies on my comp.

I watched Bourne Identity --- all thanks to CCY. It was great! The plot was abit like Spy Game, staring Brad Pitt and the ever handsome Robert Redford. But Bourne's more action oriented. Phew. Car chase was like zoooooom! Never knew a Mini can do similar to Porsche.

Know what? If I'm patient enough, I might actually be able to cook an egg on the top of my head. That's how hot things are. And everyone in class thinks I'm crazy cos even in the 20*C aircon and high fan speed, I'm still hot. That's how bloody hot I am.

Eff the weather.

We should ask for a change in weather. Maybe change from summer to autumn.

My babies' coming back in 4 days!

24 days to promos.
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Laziness did.
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The number of posts on my blogger dashboard is permenmently stuck at 94.

26 days to go.

Is it just me? Or is my english getting more obtroxious by the day I study in YJC? I remembered I had a vision as a young (almost innocent boy) I first stepped into this college with Nicholas and Jia Hui, to not only excel in my 1st 3 months work, but also when I get my results, get the heck out of this hellhole.

Then the chaos of coping with 3 different classes came.

First T15, with the cool dudes and gals, we had no problem with each other --- really. I remembered now. Zhi Chao, Daniel, Guo Hui. We were the best of friends. Add Ibnu (aka Ibu FiFi), Raymond Koh(The OddBall), Mao Qing (the MaoMao), Jun Peng and Divian (aka Chinese-Indian Handsome dude) and we made up the male population. Ra'bia, Siva(aka RoxRipChick), Cindy Teoh, Karen Lin(aka VaVaVoom MayFlower Runner Gal), PeiLyn, Careese.

Of course, we had our darling teacher Ms Felicia Lim, who absolutely rocked. She might sound a bit matter-of-fact, but believe me, she's married but still young at heart.

Hope I didn't forget anybody.

We didn't want to seperate to get to our Permanent class. I remembered we asked : "WHY??? WHY??? Why seperate class? We are good now!! WHY??" I tell you, that morning was terrible. I didn't dare to look at the notice board outside the office. I feared I'll be in some ulu class with a few jerks.

Then there was P11. It wasn't too bad. Males had Guan Lin (aka the Ah Beng who doesn't care to insult who Zhao now calls chinese teacher Mdm "The Marge" Chan), Jun Peng (phew, I had him back from T15!), Shen Lin (the blur Beng).

I always called them the 3 Masketeers.

Chee Kiat (his twin Chee Hao in YJC now) , Chun Kiat, least of all Wei Png (the fking class monitor), Wen Xiang (my fellow Linux pal), Kang Chi, Elan, Ricky, Pavel, Thomas, Yungdy, Vivek. Female population was fewer. Esther, Huiling, XinYi (i took one month to get her name right), Jasmine, Kor Ting (the rival clan's Ah Lian), Rebecca (aka Sports Woman).

Most of us took computing. Believe me, the number of people taking computing dwindled from the initial 40+, and they used the AVA room for our lecture. The remaining people at the end of the 3 months couldn't even be held in half a classroom.

I remembered the 1st casulty we lost to Polytechnic was Wen Xiang. My Linux dude! The only one in Singapore, other than Timothy "the Rambutan" Goh, who actually uses Linux! Saddening. But we still remain in contact now.

The casulty to O-Level was even greater. Believe me. We lost almost all the people from Yishun Sec, saved for Jas, and Reb. Others took their leave almost immediately after the release of the results, and they got better --- like Ting.

Others decided to go poly after much thinking, like the 3 Maskerteers. Yeah. I always hung out with the Masketeers after Wen Xiang left, so they're like family.

Band Of Bastards, so-called.

And some were too "ashamed" to come back, even though they paid their school fees and had all the right to come back, like the YS guys.

The 'best' attendence after the release was 4. out of the former 20+. Ms Rachel Lee put a stop to her teaching that day, after getting over the initial shock, put her maths books down and gave my best prep talk ever.

Subject combies had to change again. Classes had to change. I remembered Jas and Yan cried for one afternoon when they didn't get their favourite combie, which had Chemistry and History. I spent quite a few smses to comfort Jas. Wasn't much help, she said. But in the end, I thought she took the liberty to pick herself up and go again. Well done, Girl.

And now there's 108. My goodness. The rubbish they offer.

Now I realised I missed P11, which of course couldn't compare with T15, but nonetheless... ...

... ...rocked over 108.

My baby's coming back in 6 days! Can't wait for 28th.
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Laziness did.
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I dunno why people bother to mantain their blogs. For the sake of writing a blog? For jotting nonsense? For complaining their shit of the day? For expressing their fantasies?

I realized I sucked at basketball, as I've always claimed. Much prefer floorball. Even so, teamwork should be of the key factor. Take for example the bb ball game this afternoon in the drizzle. Thomas...

(Thom Thom thom THOM! thom ASS ASS!! Thom thom thom thom!)

...Lav, Joel and myself in one team. Ms Sumardi, Andy, Kim and CY in the other.

Today was rather odd. Sum was missing all his shots, except those below the net and those which are 2 feet away from the basket, and those you're-shit-if-you-don't-score positions. And our dear Andy was smart enough to let my dear PW leader do all the running --- so smart to the extent I thought he almost walked thru all his shots. And yes, sadly, Mr Pan missed some of the you're-shit-if-you-don't-score baskets. Chao Yang wasn't makng his presence felt --- probably cos his boyfriend Edward Widjaya was not around, thus the simple conclusion that he's off-form today.

My members were great. I had Thom...

(Thom Thom thom THOM! thom ASS ASS!! Thom thom thom thom!)

ok. Anyway. I had Thomas as our tireless 'mid-fielder', so it rocked cos I didn't have to play 'fetch' all the time. Lav was great at passing balls. Guessed some people just have the knack for visualising what's coming up. I'm jealous. Oh yeah. We made a great team. Scored a lot, missed a few almost-impossible-with-so-many-hands-around baskets.

And can you imagine a mountain flying around everytime you try to dodge? Kim will make a great flying-mountain guard, considering that she knocked me down --- flat. HA Ha!! And it's typically the other way round with all others (except Kai), mind you. If she weren't president of the entrepreneuship club, I say she should try out the basketball team.

Great game, guys!
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Laziness did.
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The size of Toys'R'us seemed to have strunk to the size of peanuts. I remebered my favourite was in Northpoint, where I bought most of my Lego collection, where I had the most point, where I would longed to go to everytime we go out. Now it's taken over by Popular, Esprit, and some arcade that's damn dark and smelly.

Toys'R'us is indeed shrinking, but I had thought better of the store when I was strolling along in Tampines Mall before our movie, and the one I went into, is OMfG smaller than the Shop'N'Save downstairs! SHeesh. What's the world coming to.

And to day's the second time this year that I had a really sleep where I woke up as if I had took a 20-hour nap, all for about 2 seconds. CindyT was telling us to copy something. I was drowsy. I had dozed off before this. And Cheng Yi was copying to the second line. I was at the third. Then I bonked. When I woke up, Cheng Yi was at the 4th line. It felt great. Like some blaady arse had hit my sides.

It seemed as if our dear Joel Tan doesn't know that there are other OSes other than his favourite MICROSOFT WINDOWS XP.

Dear Joel,

As you classmate, especially your Computing classmate, I feel that I should give you a big tight slap for insulting my. And this is a penguin, not a duck, as my dear Cheng Yi had thought.

You should really do a Google search. Ok. At least a Yahoo! search. Look for Operating Systems.

You'll be shell shocked by the number of OSes around. And type "Operating Systems" under Google, I bet you get a flip --- like you always sound like you do, that the tp 10 results have not s single word of MICROSOFT WINDOWS XP. And that's the last time I'm writing that trashy OS name on my blog. Get that clear, you MORON.

Yours Truely.
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Went to Sim Lim again yesterday to accompany CCY to purchase his hard disk. I think we got ripped off, cos when I asked the salesman whether there's any significant difference betweem the 2MB cache and 8MB cache of the same capacity, he said "Nope...not much difference."

But CCY later told me that the other salesman from the same shop standing a few steps from him gave our salesman the "HEY! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!" look. We got ripped off --- our dear CCY could have bought a much faster disk at a few more dollars.

Anyway, we spent about an hour in Mac later worrying about his later toy, whether he's bought the IDE or SATA version, cos HE CAN'T differenciate between the SATA cable and the IDE cable. Of course, I was right --- as usual --- when he confirmed with his friend later.

So it was at 3.30pm. Couldn't find entertainment that's good in Bugis. And the movie's not until 6.40pm. Believe it. I ran around the area to look for a bus to Tampines. Only 23, and that's at the other side of Bugis. nearest is 12, but that takes me to my aunts' in Tanah Merah. Nope. Train. Go.

We met up later in Centuary Square. NOOO. Not with CCY, duh. Dinner at Cafe Cartel was great. And we had a laugh over the steak that's well done, though the dude insist that it's medium as requested. Sheesh.

Caught The Terminal by Steven Spielberg later.


Funny show! Tom hanks played Viktor Navorski.

Here's Viktor:


Here's Amelia Warren:


Not to forget thye villian aka Frank Dixon:


And our laughable heros:






and this one is in love with

this one:


Viktor's country in the eastern Europe came down with a war while he's in the air to America. Then USA closes on him as he tries to exit. Now, he falls under what immigration officers call it a "crack" where International Immigration Laws do not recognise him as a valid citizen of anywhere, but he has nowhere to go until the war is over. Thus he falls under the responsibility of the villian, who desperately tries to get rid of him by all means.

The show ten focuses on what he does during the 10 months that he's stuck in America's busiest airport to feed himself, be someone's friend, plays a matchmaker and a source of entertainment.

Rating:

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Laziness did.
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Today was rather fun. Couldn't find any period that was stressful. Physics was fun to start off with. At least something was going into my head. Instead of constantly thinkning of how I'm going to rescue my Windowz partition on this hard drive. Talking about hard drive, CCY's primary hard disk crashed. So one can roughly guess everything that's to do with XP went with it. Good thing was that he was smart enough to make sense not to put everything into his primary partiton, unlike some goondoos we all know of on this pathemtic planet.

Think of it as bank accounts, darlings. For example, you live in Timbaktu. Their economy is one of the most vulnerable. The economy peaks all the time --- both at the trough and the crest. You definitely don't want the banks to go bust. SO, the smartest thing to do is to put your money everywhere. For example, your's truely's computer works like this:

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[shawn@localhost shawn]$ df -h

Filesystem Size Used Avail Use% Mounted on
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part5
780M 112M 629M 16% /
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part7
3.9G 6.2M 3.7G 1% /boot
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part8
25G 497M 24G 3% /home
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part1
40G 14G 26G 35% /mnt/windows
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part10
2.7G 1.2M 2.6G 1% /tmp
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part9
3.6G 1.8G 1.7G 52% /usr
/dev/ide/host0/bus0/target0/lun0/part11
989M 477M 462M 51% /var

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So you can see, yes, I have at least 10 'banks', aka partitions. So if anything happens to one partition, or at it's best 3 or 4, I have a good chance to recover at least 50% of my critical data. I think everyone should follow this practise, especially people who download heavily. You never know when a really hardworking bug might strike.

Coming back to my boring life, CS with Mr Ho doesn't seem all that bad. Well, at least the guys in class heard me out on what I have to say to define "hackers" & "crackers".

It was raining damn heavily while I came back. Without a damn umbrella, and armed with nothing but my physics file, I started my journey home. It isn't all that bad when the wind is howling in your hears, and the few times in your life that you get to be blown off course while vying for the nearst shelter. And of course, the water that goes "shush, shush" when you step onto a brown puddle. Of course, this applies to people who wear non-foam shoes.

I had to go to the post-office to get a letter to West Bromich. The lady across the counter quickly gave me a plastic bag to hold my precious $1-stamps when i asked for 2. Nobody in the freezing Office was wetter than me, other than some delivery man in a motor-cycle helmet. He reminded me of bat in a wetsuit.

Storm cooled down a bit while I came home to a small drizzle.

I thought everything was a gonner when I came home to find all the electrical appliances not working! Nothing came on from the heater's light. My Hi-Fi was off. The cordless phone's display was off. Even the fax machine was blank. While messing with the switch box, I called Ma. She was at work, busy woman --- didn't dare to call more than once in 2 minutes.

For the first time ever, I thought I had to study in the afternoon. The house doesn't have a decent torch light. Nor enough candles to last me till my usual hours.

She then told me to mess with the switch box after the 2nd call, and I did --- for the umpteenth time. Still no go. Even the fridge was off. When she came home, she called my pa's electrician NS mate, and he told her to flip the switch outside our unit. That worked.

Phew.

Then I heard shoveling noises from the opposite unit. Former-Wongs' house. Might have been their drilling that caused the trip.

Hallelujeh. Electricity has never been so cherished.
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Head-splitting headache.

I get this sort of nonsense when I go out in the afternoon. Or even when I used to come back from Anderson Sec for the last 4 years of my life. There wasn't a time I can recall that I dont have this head-splitting action in the afternoon that lasts the whole afternoon till the evening. Most subside after a few hours, maybe a nap of 1 hour.

But today's is really bad.

It couldn't have been the fact that I stayed up to watch Confession of a Teenage Drame Queen & Love Actually. Couldn't be that, cos I do stay up till 2am, and sometimes later, to do stuff.

So in conclusion, I think my head splits regularly due to the fact that I gather too much heat from the afternoon sun, after much cooling from the airconditioning. This shucks.

I can never forgive myself for slacking for 2 whole days this weekend. Nope. Didn't touch my books, though I did some of my reading of the Harry Potter book last night at my desk.

Ouch. Headache. And Ma kept blaming it on the late nights that I keep. So in my second grand conclusion for the day, I think moms should never be taken seriously.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the fishy_fella Law on Reality of Mother-Son Conservations.
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Another boring day.

I followed my timetable and went with the "fool-proof" timetable. Skipped a few sums here and there, and I had some time to re-read Harry Potter and The Order Of the Phoenix. Half-way through the book now, so I thought about this Cho Chang character. When they do the movie version, I hope they cast Belinda Lee as Cho. She's sooooo pretty that I think will fit the description. Hmmm....And they shouldn't consider casting Pamela Anderson as Mdm Maxime, even if all the BIG people are used up or died. I think Sigourney Weaver will make a better choice. HA!

My two cents on movie characters.
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Laziness did.
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Keane - Bedshaped
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Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!

And up we'll go
In white lightI don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know!
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I dunno. I think I'm falling for this kind of song. There was another type of this from Coldplay, released last year. Why? The sadness...quietness...then a bit of soft rock...drums...guitar...voice...simple lyrics that can say none --- but also mean alot.

Simply lovely.

There's another:

Jessica Simpson - I Have Loved You
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Remember that blue crystal sky
The sun reflected in your eyes
Kissed me unexpectedly
A moment I just can't forget
We filled the air with promises
Took them up so tenderly
But life never asks you what you want
It's just gonna have its way
Sometimes it doesn't give like it takes

If I never see your face
If wings take you away from me
And tomorrow never happens, baby
If the world comes tumbling down
And crumbles all around us
Fate turns cruel
You're on your knees
So desperate for one truth
Know that I have loved you

Don't think I'll write another letter
Watching there the pink sunset
Without thinking about you
I take a walk along the blue seaside
How will I sleep at night
How will I wipe the tears from your eyes

If I never see your face
If wings take you away from me
And tomorrow never happens, baby
If the world comes tumbling down
And crumbles all around us
Fate turns cruel
You're on your knees
So desperate for one truth
Know that I have loved you

Without a single hesitation
Without thought or reservation
Baby, I'll be waiting
Even if I never see your face
And wings take you away from me
And tomorrow never happens, baby
If the world comes tumbling down
And crumbles all around us
Fate turns cruel
You're on your knees
So desperate for one truth
Know that I have loved you

I have loved you

If I never see your face
If wings take you away from me
With all my heart and all my soul
The world comes tumbling
And crumbling all around

I have loved you

If I never see your face
If wings take you away from me

I have loved you
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I thought I'd better write this down before I drive myself insane reminding myself to jote this down.

My leg is balding.

Last week, I found a really bad bruise happenning on my left knee. It looked like a mushroom cloud that blew from an atomic bomb. The second came on my lower right leg. I dunno how both my legs became like a couple of long sausage colour-patched stumps. Couldn't have been me whacking meself on my legs, could it?

Anyway, it wasn't until one day later that I told Ma about it. It was at night --- nearly till bedtime, so she might have been half asleep on the couch, so took a glance at the leg I was showing off, then she suggested that I rub some oil onto them.

The medicinal oil rocked. I loved it! The smell was damn pungent --- the kind that you would use for broken limbs. So I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. Some dirt came off, which wasn't expected. I thought most of them should come form the heels. Then the Chinese news came on, so I rubbed while I watched.

When I looked down, there was this one patch on my shin that's bald. Yes..

BALD!!



My reaction might be a biiiiiiiiiiiiit too loud. My ma took a look at my balding leg across the couch, and smiled.

The scary smile.
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Went to Sim Lim with Chao Yang today. I believed he does have something to blog about --- me with glass doors in Bugis.

Anyway, I finally bought my earphones today. And I didn't buy from Kodomut his earphones, even though I eventually bought the same model as his. He'll be so sad. But Andy might be happy.

Guess what? I exchanged handphone numbers with a complete stranger today! I boarded the train with a huge Popular plastic bag in tow after my shopping in SLS, and I saw a munjen guy in white reading a book. He looked upwards, and I thought I saw his face somewhere. His tiled head with the facial expression also gave me the impression that he knew me from somewhere.

"From VJC for first 3 months?" he asked

"No. Took part in Pre U sem?" I replied.

"No. You in H.O.P.E.?" (whatever that is)

"Nope. Racial Harmony Day thingy?"

"No. Hmmm...think I met you before..."

"Old liao...can't be helped."

So we asked each other who we were...it was rather odd, as if knowing an old friedn whom you didn't really know. Yesh. he was going home in Bedok. I'm also going home, but one stop after him in Tanah Merah.

When he got off, we still couldn't discipher 'who is he?' Well, so I told him to go back and think about it, and if he happens to remember, give me a message.

So here's how I re-met Kelvin --- on the train and not knowing who he is.
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Everybody seemed to be doing the rose.

Anyway, Homecoming Dinner was enlightning. Rais was shaking his booty and some mad mat. Of course, the sound system of the hall was as sweet as ever, provided that they remove the static and mayeb revert to the original settings of the system. I should know. As a PA crew in Anderson, there's some things that we know that some shouldn't. The fat man and the Indian duck from Madras weren't around, so it was even more fun. Not all that dark.

Came home with Hasyir, just like the really old days. Incidentally, his PW teacher is our Housemistress --- that slut. And 106's got a song for the bitch who frowns and 'smiles' at the same time.

.....
.....
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
i can teach you,
but i have to charge
.....
.....
i can see youre on it,
you want me to teach the
techniques that freaks these boys,
it can't be bought,
just know, thieves get caught,
watch if your smart,
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While coming back just a while ago from Physics class (which btw ended at 5pm), the gang came to Yishun MRT station. Then we saw a huge crowd that had gathered facing the top-up machines. At the size of the crowd, I thought someone had commited suicide. You know lah, Singapore birds who kpo at everything. But it wasn't to be the bloody scene I expected.

Just a malay couple quarelling at the steps. Chey. Really typically Singaporeans. They stop and stare and ANYTHING in their path which is not as normal as digging their own noses.

Reminds me of one time when Serene and I went to Orchard. She told me that her friends were game to try out what I call the Singapore-Bird-Reaction. So her friends stopped at one of the huge trees along the Orchard Road while there were about 100 people passing by that line per minute, and they looked upwards and stared.

They stared for a looooooong time, as if they might be looking at a gibbon who's sitting and making faces at the passers-by.

At first people didn't care, 'cos some thought they were mad.

Then people began to stop --- slowly. One by one. The numbers gradually increasing.

Amazing.

They just stopped and tried to see whatever these St Nicks girls are looking at. Remember all these while there is NO face-making gibbon on the tree. Then a crowd gathered until it swelled into at least 30 people.

And all of them trying to strain their eyes to catch what the St Nicks girls are *looking* at.

Suddenly, the girls turned on their heels and left the crowd. But people are still desperately straining their eyes to catch what the girls had been looking at.

Ladies and gentlemen --- the Singapore-Bird-Reaction.
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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yeah!!!

Mun just helped me completed the GeePee presentation that's due like in 9 hours? Mun's really great! Actually stayed up to help me even though she might have just left and gone to sleep. Thanks mun!

Like 3 hours ago, my ma nearly slaughtered everything in the house. And it's over laundry. YEaSH. It's my BRRRooother. He left a whole packet of tissue in his pocket, and he threw the pair of shorts right into the washing machine. IF you've done laundry before, you guessed it right. Everything in the wash kena-ed. White stuff stuck everywhere like the snow in Winter Sonata. My ma blew it --- slamming everything. I thought the mouth of thw washing machine's it when she threw it shut.

"Bang!"

Moral of story : NEVER leave anything in your pockets, especially tissue. It's hard to clean off even though you are washing the whole load for the second time --- unless you try to scrub everything.

I didn't blog the day before about meeting my best friend in primary school. I met YuQing while at the main junction at Yishun Central while walking to school. He didn't changed much. I dun think I did either, cos he recognized me instantly while I rushed across the pedestrain crossing when it was counting down from 03.

It felt good --- finally meeting your best friend after seperation of 5 years. We live in the same town but seperated by the Ring Road. He lives in my dad's ma's block. But I never once met him. Our moms see each other often in the most -auntie-of-all-auntie-places --- wet market.

If i can have only 2 wishes now, they will be:

1. To have all my assignments completed and everything that's on the paper nailed into my brain.
2. To have one more wish.
   

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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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