the reason why you're confused
is because you don't understand.

the reason you don't is because you're not smart.
the reason you're not is because you're not learning.
the reason you're not is because you don't bother too.
the reason you don't is because you're in love.
the reason you're in is because you're blind.

the reason you're is because you don't use your eyes

you should.
see the imperfection of this world.
see the confusion that's happening.

the confusion.
the reason is...

someone who sticks with the computer and
is happy and happy always with the computer.
I'm Not That.

someone who thinks work is always life.
I'm Not That.

I'm Not What You Think I Am.

I'm not a heartless being.
I've feelings.
I've the urge to get out and walk...
I've the urge to get out and talk...

i feel confused.
and i feel sad :) for all the happiness.

and he feels the boredom of seeing
that sleeping cat.
oh won't it just wake up.
oh won't i stop waiting.
oh won't i just force it into eternal slumber.
and i'll cover it with a red blanket blood...
no i can't...
i can't even...

sleep little cat...
you've walked far.

and you don't think...

well, i'm gonna do chi at the library together with cs and kelvin tomorrow.
english is just a worksheet.
recently tagged some blogs,
asking for relinks.

and here's my theory post.
~

Theory of Said Possibility of Wanted Life Events

in other words for easier understanding,
here how it works.
:::
you want something to happen (aka Wanted Life Events)
and it's not likely to happen.
:::
it's all because
thinking about it makes it more unlikely.
how can something you've been thinking happen?
how can something so unlikely
you've been think actually happen?

let's use this as an example:
I think I would a see a particular person at Northpoint.
There's a possibility but it's very unlikely.
Thinking of an unlikely event
would make it even more unlikely,
or even not happening at all.

how about something
that can happen?
...

"what am i waiting for..."

so, here's my weekly blog post.
summary of all 5 days.
i decided to do it now,
cos i don't think i would blog at the library again;
lest not see anyone familiar there.

the 1st week of term 2.
and i'm still in my holiday/camp mood.
oh sigh.

people keep thinking i use the computer
because i want to.
well, i use the computer cos it's there.
if there's no computer,
obviously i've got other stuff to do.

and have this weird feeling
when the computer
is unusable (aka, virus, crash, breakdown)
because, what's the computer there for
when i can't use it?

so, back to my blog post.
my whole schedule was filled.
:::
mon: comp training
tues: math olympiad
wed: comp training
thurs: achievement day parade rehearsal
fri: full dress ADPR + the usual sjab
:::
been coming home at 7+
and my father's off to night shift at 6pm.
so, i don't see him much.
or at all for that matter.

comp training
on all days were
um...usual.
my 1st aid knowledge has been finally been refreshed.
but there's always a wee-bit of space kinda confused or empty.
ugh.
my general checkup need refinement.
and bandaging too.
argh. my stapler...

math olympiad
i was kinda sleepy.
alin and zhanxing went for ADR
so i'm solo-ing Math O.
listening to some boring theorem.
inter class soccer was on the same day.
too bad i couldn't support.
claps to 2e3 for getting 3rd!

Achievement day rehearsal.
center aisle.
the saluting part was tweaked.
and i've gotten hand of the timing.
met zhan xing of 2e3 of scouts.
(for goodness sakes, he's my classmate)
met fatin of 2n2 of girl guides.
(met last year at inter class chess, i rmbed i lost all matches but 1 draw haha)
met quan en's classmate of 2e4 of npcc.
(looks familiar, but's still a stranger)
yawn.
on the full dress rehearsal day.
got my stripes together with
the other lcp's.
:::
ikan bilis -- 1 stripe
short staircase -- 2 stripes
road crossing -- 3 stripes
:::
never mind about that.

so, the class backboard's empty.
think i should just take the photos.
print out and that's it.
acl's been busy.
or so she says.
or so she wrote.
so i kinda get why everything seems so slow.

fri morn was almost late.

fri night was long.
811 came very late.

"The stab of stiletto
On a silent night
Stalin smiles and Hitler laughs
Churchill claps Mao Zedong on the back"

and i waited for the bus.
and you...
don't you know?
i let you...
~

Walk Away...
by franz ferdinand

I swapped my innocence for pride
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear, oh
And I am cold, yes, I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
I love the sound of you walking away, walking away, hey hey

Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?

Why don't you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Won't you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Why don't you walk away
The sun won't swallow the sky
Why don't you walk away?
Statues will not cry

Don't you walk away
Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?
Hey

mmmmm

I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are
I hear the sound of you walking away,you walking away
I hear the sound of you walking away, walking away hey hey
And as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away

And as you walk away
My headstone crumbles down
As you walk away
The Hollywood winds will howl
As you walk away
The Kremlin's falling
As you walk away
Radio Four is static

As you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Hey

The stab of stiletto
On a silent night
Stalin smiles and Hitler laughs
Churchill claps Mao Zedong on the back
~

and the slippery voice.
not sadistic.
just sad...

"she's trying to run away."
~you're already letting her walk away~
"i'm just doing a favour."
~you ever thought of stopping her?~
"no"
~you'll just have her walk away~
"i won't cry"
~you won't die~
"i love the sound of her walking away"
~oh walking away...~
"I cannot turn to see those eyes;
As apologies may rise;
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever"

"and my good mademoiselle, i think i should learn french..."

Franz Ferdinand's now the music in my blog.
so, kinda a big change from techno.
haha.

rehearsals.
competition trainings.
stupid crap happening.
stupid people doing stuff stupid.
sigh.

read some Roald Dahl
adult short stories.
interesting,
deadly interesting.
somehow seem to like short stories.

short and sweet,
like some person or people,
plus a bitter and sour in some parts.


so.
to bring a penknife or not.
ahaha. not.


what's the little fuss about the wrong fork.
regardless, you'll always finish the meal.

just give up...
would i

"i think of it and i doesn't happen for sure.
i don't think of it and it happens.
coincidence?"

a day,
one eventful.

so basically.
holidays past by very past.
weekends play
sjab training for the 1st 3 weekdays.
homework and proj for the rest.
and today.
i'm at the library.
haha.
3rd time i'm making a post from here.
ahah.

today was usual, so far
the library visit wasn't

entered the library.
scanned for xbox 360/game axis magazines.
grabbed a book from the teenage fict sect.
went towards the adult fict sect.
to find a roald dahl book.
en route saw chong soon.
pointed my book like a gun at him. for fun.
then i asked him help me find the RD book.
then a familiar ex-andps student walked by.
ok.
then i found my roald dahl book.
went back to find cs.
at the pottery etc. etc. sect.
ok.
then turns out the books he was finding
was on the other side of the shelf. tsk.
ok.
and then,
thian soon popped out in his orng sjab tee.
what...
then xinpeng with her own clothes.
what the...
and timothy with the orng sjab tee too!
"what the hell"
that's exactly what i said.
and a moment of randomness,
that's my signature expression.
which is ironic cos' i just came back from church.
(and just recently in real time i saw eng beng...WTH)
hah.
and in another sect.
chong soon told me he had a
'cold wind blow past him but there's no wind'
kind of feeling when he saw them.
ok...
in another sect!
i found the teddy bear encyclopedia.
tell me about it...i'm so bored.
and went back to the 3 sjab peeps and asked
them what's the attire.
'full brigade u...'
it took 3 times to get the answer.
cos i dun know why
but i (or we) can't stop laughing.
hm...
FBU?
why not half
nvm
i guess i'll have to polish my boots.
off to poland i go! (pathetic pun intended)

i take my words, back. literally. or i try to...

all i can say is that emotions can be felt and be spread.
even through words alone.

it's really sad to know
that some blog post from
my sjab frens or ppl
are saying
things like
'hopes of caa gold are dashed.'
'problems...major ones from (here)... minor ones from (there)'

i'm really sure.
perhaps they correct.
but must they really be so negative...

it's not that therse no hope.
it's really whether we can get hope or not.
even worse, i too think i or we are already hopeless.
only after reading post after posts
about the comp...

where's the light of the end of the tunnel?
furthermore, do we believe there is?

i know even if i say this,
would i do anything?
would i have the hope?
would they have the hope?
reading this dissapoints me more.
actions speak louder than words.
when will i act...
will i have the hope to act.

holidays, yea right...
3 days with sjab.
2 days with gaming, project and homework.
tomorrow i'm gonna finish up my english compo.
hopefully.

anyway, recently.
private blogging.
yea right...
google caches the post
and i can still see it.
haha.
privacy has no place in the internet...

why am i doing this...

turns out the little cat was out of the basket all along.
it snarls , meows and purrs with other cats and dogs.

sadly for me, it wants to go far far away.

Is this it?
For of course it may be.
Because I've done nothing at all to make it my way.
But I made myself never to.


The slippery voice of me,
~mr shotgun~,
wants me to laugh.
I want to laugh and cry.
Mostly cry,
because I wondered whether I want
it this way.
I laugh at my cries.
Pathetically trying to clear my mind up from
all the tears blocking my thoughts.

sjab holiday comp training is over.
must rush my homework.
but if i must, then i can't.

so, after sjab comp training i was
taking 811 and was thinking about my msn display pic.
if u've no idea how it looks like.
here
it's a stickman chasing a small animal. looks like a cat to me.
and i make a...oh just read it.
~



i'm the tall stickman,
and part of my life is about this
little cat.

i wait for the little cat
to get out of it's basket,
to cuddle it;
or to chase it away,
with a balloon perhaps.

little little cat;
sharp with its claws,
tough with its bite.
it's meow so sweet;
but it's screech piercing.

just a balloon,
perhaps
it'll scurry off
like the rats
it used to chase...

and the slippery little voice speaks...

"and now she's screaming"
~haha~
"and now people are shouting"
~ahah~
"why are you laughing?"
~aren't i you?
"i don't feel like laughing..."
~or maybe you do...~
"haha"
~haha ahah!~
"i think i've finally let go"
~and you've seen her scream...~
~or u suppose you read that...~
"yea."
~she screaming at someone else~
"because i'm insignificance"
~you don't have the care to indirectly tell 'er anything~
"and I laugh"
~well i've got to say"
"let's laugh"
~cos' you're not laughing alone...~
"ha...ha... ..."
~ha...with mr. shotgun~
"ah..."
~and what a conversation...~

"pai seh...pai seh"

"finally letting go, haha."

it's about time i made a serious post.
the slippery voice in my head
starts to speak.
it's going to be an intelligent conversation,
beacause that voice is me.
~

"and it goes so fast..."

~end of the 1st term~
"yes"
~then what~
"oh, just the usual."
"play, study, live."
~study?~
"maybe not. i'm still in my camp mood"
~ah...~
"so, everything goes so quickly"
~and your love's going to end soon.~
"it's not really love, or so i think"
~then why do you feel that way at that time?~
"..."
~that's love.~
"but it's just seeing her"
"it's not like i can't speak to her..."
~cos you're pathetic~
"hah.."
~i'm your own voice.~
"i'm with such low self-esteem"
~or so you think...~

right now, my com is slower.
because my antivirus is scanning.
and i'm not allowed to stop it.
~

"a shooting spree...of photos"

anyway.
i must be bored or something.

so, ptm.
mum and bro came to school.
brought my mp4 and camera.
took photo of everything i saw.
the road.
the flat
the corridor
the school
the students
etc etc.
you could say i was spamming
my camera button.
haha ahah.

in the class room
my bro got some attention.
so, some of the class was like

"wah, your bro so cute.
why you not cute, huh?"
or something like that

tsk...
but hey! my bro's gonna be tall as me.
jkjk

hm.
what the heck am i talking about.
oh yeah.
ptm's all about the results.
oh who cares about the results.

ok, back to the camera.
damn those camera shy peeps.
they're not the only ones who
faces are taken.
haha (was that a sadistic laugh?)

wee seng was like
"brian, you damn lame sia..."
in my mind, my response was like
~tsk, it's only taking photos...~

hah, got some interesting angles.
i'm such a novice in photography.
even baby can take the type of
photos i'm taking.

oh, jumping back to my results.
chinese grade was like a stain on a short man's white shirt.
so, mrs wong ask us to see mdm chong/zhong
maybe ask for exemption or something.
too bad.
i can't get exempted.
studied chinese for too long already
(my whole school life, by the way, since nursery)
so, zhong said i should go to 'B' Chinese.
in sec 3.
sounds good enough.

ok, so, after all the talking with teachers.
blah blah.
mum and bro went home.
oh.
had to and up my sjab form to bernice.
went to outside her classroom.
by the corridors
with her frens.

she was like angry,
or just acting like;
or so i think,
when she saw the form.
"go tear the paper lah"
lol.
jkjk

so, form done.
i hung out for a while.
listen to mp4.
elctro, alternative, indie rock.
ash says
it kinda sucks.
alin says
he never heard what i'm hearing before.

why do ppl hate electro eh?
it's noise.
and we make noise;
embrace it.
and maybe i hear music
as a mood changer;
or to fit in to my mood.
something like that.

so, mp4 done.
spam more pics.
sigh.
bored like heck.
jalan jalan around the school.
1st aid course for parents by the SCDF.
blah blah.

so, bored till extreme.
went back home to take my pe.
or even play, haha.

the 811 i was in was empty like...
ghost bus.
or maybe i was in the wrong bus to nowhere...
wooo.
as if.

back home.
and back to school.
weather turned to bad;
but not worse.

enter school once again.
ms li and 2 other teachers were opening the side gate.
the drizzle was turning into rain.
(isn't drizzle already rain...)
simply,
i entered thru the gate.
duh...

sjab'mates were chatting
outside the room.

>>>fast forward>>>

Achievement day rehearsal over.
blah blah.

aziemah (oh nvm about the spelling)
commented how unecassary my photos were.
maybe she has a point.
haha.
never mind.
i should go some photography course or something.
maybe join the art (photography) club
as a second cca?

mr lee at bus stop.
silent straight wave at him.

take 812...again
wooo...

take bus 811...again
weee...

go home...
waaa...

at home...
bla....

want go laugh already.
hahahahahaha.
hahahahahaha.
k, out.

i have got to make a serious post soon...

Label: KMS
Catalog#: KMS 043
Format: Vinyl, 12"

Country: US
Released: 1992
Genre: Electronic
Style: Techno
Credits: Producer, Written-By, Mixed By - Orlando Voorn
Notes: Mastered at National Sound Corp.

'Flash' samples 'Hydraulic Pump' by the P-Funk All Stars (off their Urban Dancefloor Guerillas LP)
'Dope Computer' samples 'Man's Best Friend' by George Clinton (off his Computer Games LP).
~
~

back from ole 2!
my memories of the camp is fading quick.
so i'm gonna try to write down everything down
in this post.
~

2 days before 1st camp day.
(skip to 6pm+)
after sjab,
had to rush out of the school compound.
they gave out three pieces of paper.
all about the sjab march promo camp.
forms, kit list etc.
BUT I LOST IT ALL.

so, i borrowed the paper from micheal.
what a kind comrade.
so, i went northpoint.
ate 1 cheese prata.
went up the bus with other strangers.
went back home that's it.
:::

day before camp
some chats with frens about what to wear.

"2 PE ,
1 black cca tee,
1 black home shirt ,
1 dark blue home shirt.
1 dark colour shirt....
plus class tee is 7 shirts. "
--ME

"OKAY
so i tell u wad i bring
3 pe shirts , 2 black shirts , wearing 1 class tee"
--JQ (ok ok)

"tmr wear class tee ftw."
--TJ (yea ftw)

"later talk psl i busy"
--Kelvin (lol -.-)

"WAIT SUPPOSED TO BE 3 EXCLUDING the one you are wearing, WHICH MEANS, you are wearing one of them to school?"
--dickson (um._.)
:::

day 1

bus 812
school, shit on my shoes.
grp 5 yea.
take bus.
sit with alin.
short jokes, black jokes etc = get killed by ppl
lol
zah and fatin + bags = can't lower our chairs.
camp site!
ms sor/mrs wong ate pear.
go to the hut #8!!!
wear track pants.
go back play games.
lololol
couple game.
tsk.
cut hands then must run like hell.
me and fakhruz kena,
we run around for 3 try lol!
i got hit by the head by Xp.
i got hit by the ribs by Al.
i got hit by the finger by .omg.wtf.bbq.idk.WHO.
then we decided to cut off xiuting and piexian.
last resort haha.
then we decided on a group name.
ASH = BLACK
GIRLS = FLOWER POWER
um...
shadow blah blah.
flower blah blah.
decided on Black Rose!
make a cheer~~~~!!!
gimme a B!!! etc etc.
lunch.
laughed and couldn't eat proper.
ZZZ
low element courses.
TRUST the class.
OUR TRUST IS VIOLENCE! LOL jkjk
kelvin went up the wall like levitation.
hm.
oh yea.
camp prep.
yawn.
then dinner.
talked about what to do when you get insulted.
but what if you're that extreme of that insult?
lol, smile.
blah blah.
BLIND MAN TRAIL!!!!
that's it, Soo's life sucks more.
then supper.
we duty group supper.
give out bread.
damn, the milo was hooot.
LIGHTS OUT BOYS!
but heck, we couldn't sleep.
talk and the instuctions were shouting.
HAH!
sigh...
my flashlight went broke.
the temp was as warm as a milo left behind for 10 min.
only slept for 3 hrs.
was that worth?
idk srsly.
:::

day 2

wake up, then they ask us to get back.
stupid alarms....
rawr...no! ROAR!!! yea right.
brush and wash face.
pt warm ups
BUDDHA CLAPs.
breakfast.
normal seating arrangement.
kinda weird.
(oh the contradiction...)
ate proper yea.
morning games the "circle and sit".
horny sia...and heavy.
ms sor went back to school teach.
tsk.
um...then then.
oh yea.
lunch alrdy.
sounds weird rite?
but hey, my memory is getting mixed.
after that is outdoor cooking.
AND IT RAINED!!!
we can't make fire out of the charcoal.
then we use cardboard.
tsk.
no use.
so, we decided eat the maggie raw.
RAWr yea!
but brandon took my maggie.
so i ate baked beans x2 and sardines x2
should be full....
the grp went back to dining hall.
sat across someone emoing, or so i think.
the emo was infectious.
i emoed too, but in a more lighter way.
we glanced around.
everyone glanced around.
and talked.
but i talked a little with jq.
stupid rain...
WE CAN"T DO KAYAK today, WTH???
so we danced the xi shua shua.
fun seh.
woot woot!
naz was oi!
1 clap!
2 clap.
3 clap. etc etc.
AND DON't forget pikachu!
then we went back to um...
hm.
i don't know.
oh yea.
wash up.
and i wore the ccc tee.
dinner.
kelvin started to miss home.
tsk.
jq and his jokes.
tsk.
tj and his eats.
tsk.
some peeps were too emo to cheer hungry hungry.
maybe cos they're sitting far away from their frens?
anw, idk, idc.
game!!!
KIDNAP.
dickson's gone.
and the 1st challenge was the box puzzle.
zzz.
the rest of the challenges was fun!
exception for some of the anti-balloon-pop ppl.
sigh.
mr lee was with us along when ms sor was back at school.
woot
BOOM!
I DON't Give a DAMN cheers.
L0SEr!
boom zico, elaine was killed lol!
1st grp to finish kidnap.
yea! gr8 job guys and gals.
then got extra time.
ghost stories under hut 13.
wooo.
hui ying was like damn scared.
i purposely drop a water bottle.
dam, i'm such a bad person.
nvm.
then elaine tell the ghost story,
kelvin was spooked.
i was looking at something else.
i was hallucinating or something.
supper.
emoing turned crying for some1
then 2 guys came,
tsk.
lol (should <<< this lol belong here???)
sigh.
i shouldn't care should i?
the obvious answer is there.
i was obviously wrong haha.
(pardon the random laughter,,)
the milo burnt my tongue.
lights out.
went to sleep.
GO**AMN CRAMP!
but i slept the whole night trough.
woot.
:::

day 3

buddha claps.
stretches.
(the other way swap, sry)
then we ate.
micheal joined our table when they're was a swap.
happy yea!
tsk.
high elements.
climb climb.
tsk... half way for some ppl.
rock wall.
blah blah.
""
mr lee owned brandon

Brandon: you're a lousy teacher
Mr Lee: i accept that i'm lousy at teaching but can u accept that u r lousy?
B: At what?
L: Your life.

(lol OWNAGE)
"'
sigh. kayak gone alrdy.
then lunch.
i gave df 2 plasters for his fingers before that.
after lunch.
we went abseil.
i wanted flying fox.
heck.
for once i'm gonna experience a
height decreasing experiece.
""
up the tower were some random 2 liners.

"i hate you"
"tsk...everybody hates me"
""
me: "hey i feel like spitting"
instructor: "oh i also want to pee here."
""
lol, i lost my grip of my legs.
kena rubbed by the wall.
lol!
just go sing song lah.
some ghost stories.
tsk.
the poncho man,
the couple of the dnt block.
the baby.
blah blah.
i could have sworn chong soon screamed at the flying fox.
nvm
next was campfire prep.
the situation at 1st was so absurd
that i want to laugh.
then last minute we danced HSM
+ some weird go**amn pai seh skit with alin.
++ Fahkruz act like nas/naz.
"e3 oiii!" *hand wave*
dinner!
me and kel and cs and tj play a game.
tsk lol.
didn't wash up btw.
campfire!
damn, it rained!!!
>>>FstFwd>>>
some of the grp damn mush sia.
after campfire
party like club at nite.
XI SHUA SHUA FTW!!!
sad eh.
no ghost story
no school couple dance lol jkjk.
damn sticky.
we bathed.
and i couldn't eat my Last Supper
and couldn't brush my teeth.
dam instructor was blocking the way.
slept the nite again like i was on sleeping pills.
BUT.
stupid person was snoring!!!
argh,
but still 6+ hrs of slp.
:::

4 day aka TODAY

clean up, brush,
AREA CLEAN.
sweep, mop, wash.
nasi lemak for breakfast.
Boom zico.
at bus mr lee and elaine.
lol
"blow...black...shadow...hey raise up your hand...(short jokes, racist jokes etc.) blah blah..."
at school.
we boom for the last time.
BOO! actaully.
heck.
stroll super slow to the bus stop.
.
800 came.
kelvin fakhruz and cs went.
i wait at bus stop.
then say hi here, look there.
went up the bus with other students.
went up another bus with other student.
blah blah.
alighted at the market bus stop.
ate mac.
woot, McLunch offers.
didn't finish my coke,
walk back home.
back home.
play
lost my track pants.
damn damn.
blog.
listen to electro,
recieved an sms to bring form tmrw for sjab.
oh yea, also nid bring $10,
sigh.
k, bb.
~

i suppose i am the onlky one we gave a frickin long ole2 post.
haha ahah.

baack froom caamp.
doon't yoouu juust loovee doouublee vooweels.

keep seeing my blog for more updates.

Franz Ferdinand-tonight
"losing it. loving losing it"

and i found this sick electro piece.

i'm trying to do a 3 part post before i go off for ole 2.
1 theory post;
1 self-conversation post;
1 normal post;

and basically, like almost every other post:
there's the one liner.
~
"I'm in denial. I say I give up, do I? There something more, is there? I'm unsure. I feel as though I just want to know straight-away."
~
"Love is the gamble of everything you have"

love is a gamble.
it is the gamble of everything you have.
sadly, everything.
why sadly?
because if you suppose that special person is everything.
if that person simply is gone.
everything is gone.

supposedly, you would lose your mind, your heart.
sadly, u would have lost everything already.

then why?
why love in the 1st place?
it's for that special feeling.
that feeling that you have someone with you;
who treats you like everything;
and you do too.

and the truest of love is when
both parties treat each other to as great as they could.
they understand, they go trough life TOGETHER!

but how to find it?
it's such a perfect feeling.
But it's such a hard thing to get;
it's a terrible thing to lose.

you give everything to love.
can you tell whether that person does too?
what if she leaves you?
your heart is so fragile,
and you've lost everything.

thus the heart breaks.

but!
i believe.
there's always a way.
i live to dream.
we live to dream.
~

~do you?~
"i said i gave up already"
~but you're confused already~
"i am."
"i love; i loved"
"i gave up; i gave in"
"but i deny that it's already over"
"there's something more"
~is there? or are you blind!~
"i'm not blind"
~and you're in denial of everything you can't believe~
"i have this void in my heart"
~it's a pointless void~
~you read what she wrote!~
~you're insignificance~
"perhaps i am"
"why can't she just tell me straight"
"why can't i just know immediately"
~why didn't you do anything~
"she didn't too"
~because you are insignificance~
"why..."
"it's not over yet. there's hope"
~a hopeless wait, that is~
"then how should i fill the void in my heart?"
~that, is your purpose~
"i've got to learn."
~you've got to live~
"i dream"
~dream on...~
~

so, i'm going to ole 2.
alot has passed so quick.
omg, i have such a bad memory,

ok a quick summary

Math's Olympiad, haha.
alin and his sick jokes (Feat. Nigel from 1e2)

Soccer, muddy.
slip and fall!

CNY, yeah you go ACL!
xinpeng gonna decor the back board with a photo collage.
does she have a thumbdrive?
damn, i have to get all those online photos from students.

sjab, got to train. like tim'thy said 'buck up'
mr hand, go straight!
melissa maam say i slouch.
sadly i can't tell.

achievement day, stand; salute. got to prac.

Picnik is the new photoshop.
i edit pics with it now.

class,
some angry faces, some happy faces,
some emo faces, some lovey-dovey faces from the couples.

DJ,
dics blah blah.

English,
blah blah

Chinese,
she encourages people to answer qns.

Math,
mr soo and his nightmare-ish pink file.
had a survey recently.
lol

History,
our hate for mr lee is on and off.
don't give us tests!!

Geograhpy,
ms cheng gives us homework for geo wkbk.
some trip to vietnam. i dun wan go of course.

Music,
project.

Art,
shade here, shade there
62 for overall. wth.

ce2
find job. find job.

IT,
computer, duh.

dnt,
chat with the guys.
blah blah.

so, ole2
3 terms left ahead for me.

bye people.

i must be paranoid or something.
i must be blind or something.
i must be confused or something.

i don't really know what drove me to seriousness.
maybe...

"i finally relinked that someone"

I'm an idealist, a philosopher.
I predict...

Basically, this is my
Not-so-serious
type of post.

and i read brandon's blog.
turns out he's a regular blogger now.
he blogs about love that everyone knows.

i blog about love only i know.

so, i read one of his posts.

"stopped by th pond/lake/reservoir thing outside SAFRA with ash/darklord

talked about sch stuff and cliques

so we came up with this

nerdier people are ALWAYS in khaki bermudas and UNBUTTONED polo-tees (but usually just tee-shirts)
most of the time sandals

not so nerdy people wear a whole range of stuff like
skinnys
BUTTONED polo tees
pattern-ed bermudas
seldom in just t-shirts
usually all kinds of shirts
ahhahaha.
most of th time shoes and slippers"

so, do i fit in this category?
at 1st, i thought they were stereotyping me.
screw them if they were.
then i found a loop-hole.
idiots make loopholes.
everyone are idiots.

stereotype me if you would.
i'm not gonna change if you do.

"i know you're thinking that i'm putting up a false front. but no one...no one!"
"stop thinking"
"i've given up :(: "