I Dived, and i dived and dived and sleep and dived and dived and dived.

Back from the diving trip at Pulau Dayang and it friggin rocks.. woooohoooooooooooooo!!!!!!

Yeah I'm still alive and largely unscathed, except that I still have this swaying feeling, like i'm drifting underwater. And the ears seems to think that i'm still underwater as well, having some slight pressure at the drums that i can't get rid of.

All else, diving is awesome. whoaaa!

Hoards of photos this time round. But later man..

Before I Go

And I woke up this morning, met with some kinda sad.
Supposed to be the happy sort of day,
But it wasn't yet to be.
Never expecting it, to be quite so bad.
Such a little thing really, but oh why?
Did I fleet across your mind,
As you left me out?
Did I, lasted a second,
Before you strike it off?
You are my bucket of regrets
That just got poured over my head
And now it seems that, yeah,
You were always swirling in my mind.

Now I depart with swabs of grey clouds above me
Maybe up north the wind will whisper
And a rainbow cast for this journey.

Atrophy of the brain

Too much boredom leads to brain atrophy.

It occurs after spending great hours staring into space and wondering what to do for the remaining hours of the day. It then discreetly enter itself into a loop, until all remaining hours are spent, deep in wonder.

Then you get stupid.

Example: I spent my entire day in wonderment of what best to do in order to maximise my life. Cest La Vie they say. Sieze the moment. I tried, but the moment struggled, and it just happened that I took quite a while to sieze it.

Nightfall, and I hurry out of the house so that I can make it for the last bus back to school. I have yet to realise that I have turned stupid-er already.

Made it with half an hour to spare. So I went to 7-11 to get some drinks, to toast myself off for the trip up north tomorrow.

Brought to the counter 2 x Vitasoy, those 375ml packets for $1.10 each. Amounts to $2.20. And a little box of kueh lapis, price unknown. So i asked for its price before paying, and cleverly avoided paying an atrocious $4 for that ridiculously small piece of cake. Smart, I thought. It's not even from Bengawan Solo.

While waiting for the bus, it suddenly hit me like a cake of kueh lapis falling onto my head. I've paid $2.20 for the stupid vitasoy. When I could have gotten a 1-liter bottle of my favourite soya bean milk, nice, fresh and calcium enriched for just $1.70.

I can hear an entire row of kueh lapis smirking at me from the factory rollers. S T U P I D.

Terrific

Terrific day.
It's been terrifically boring.

I know not what to do, and do what I know not, and not know to do what, and to know what not, and I do know what not, and not know what I do, and dunno what dunno what, and I believe you know what I'm talking about.

I'm a genius.
Shall go watch Supersize Me.

2 more days to diving.

I'm an amphibian

You know you're an amphibian when you can..

1. See with clarity in the water

2. Stay submerged in water for hours

3. Blow bubbles through your nose and mouth simultaneously

4. Spend half the effort and swim twice as fast

5. Look up at bikini babes from below without getting slapped


You know you're not really an amphibian when..

1. Your mask fogs up and you go oh wtf!

2. You get sunburnt and you go oh wtf!

3. Your air tank runs out and you go oh wtf!

4. Your back and legs ache after half a day and you go oh wtf!

5. You realise bikini babes dun stay forever in the pool to get gawked at and you go OH WTF man!

And that's it for the theory and pool lessons. Pulau Dayang on next Fri.

Hey fishy fishy..

Restless again

It's a wretched morning. As per all soccer mornings, I had eagerly stomped out of bed, only that I was going to try out my new singular pair of contact lenses. After 20min of prodding, I had managed to insert the right lens amiably and to a certain extent, the left one as well, although it seemed to be strangely inverted. Poking of fingers in eyes causes broken blood vessels. Both eyes.

Then came the weather boardcast from HQ. Rain. No Play. Curse and swear. Another 15min of digging to get the lenses out. And back to sleep with two bloodshot eyes. That's why i love my spectacles so.

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10th to 12th was spent in school as the important Logistics strength of the Seniors' Camp. It was a stupid camp. Great amount of time was spent doing nothing in various tv lounges waiting for stupid games to be carried out. Those were periods of great difficulties punctuated with some moments of brilliant nonsenses, thanx to friends who had cleverly dragged me along to the stupid camp.

Great boredom can sometimes result in brilliant moments of inventiveness, sometimes stupid but often hilarious, and that's how we pass our time. In short we call ourselves Logs.

Gabriel. One-quarter of the new a cappella group, N4.

There are also characters from the camp whom we'll remember for time to come. The Idiot who has an idiotic face and behaves like an irritating ass. Leopard Skin who wore this skimpy swimming trunks with leopard prints and has a stick of a body. The disgusting CJ with a truly gruesome and monstrous frontal V-shaped wedgie, and whose face i felt like punching the day I saw him. And of course, The-One-Who-Ate-Our-Basketball. We have no doubts where our lost ball was.

It was that bad that we went around picking durians from durian trees scattered around the school compound on Sunday evening. And failed miserably. One will never notice it, but the day you decide to pick durians is when you'll find out the high population of illegal durian pickers in university. They beat us to every single pulp.

So we tried again on Monday morning, and got beaten twice over. Bored and without durians.

On a parting note: Humongous UFO landing pads along Old Tampines Road. What the fuck are those?

Cave men

You have to descend the slope then beat about the bush before you can enter the cave.

The public nose-diggers

I was on the train back to school moments ago, late evening, coz i realised that i've brilliantly left my unread notes in sch and the stupid exam happens to be on tomorrow afternoon.

This Indian guy in working clothes sat across me, on one of those 2-seaters. Okie no prob, and i went about fiddling with my phone. When I look up for a moment, that fella was disgustingly digging his nose on the bloody train which wasn't exactly empty. He spotted me looking up and discreetly put his hand down.

And proceeded with rolling the pee-sai up before flicking it to the ground.

fuuuckkkkkk..... I turned away, looked left looked right, then saw the nose-digging thing going on again. each dig is of course proceeded with a roll and a flick.

thankfully, he alighted at Farrer Park. Then another Indian chap took his place. Okie no prob, can't be any worse i thought. I'm still a racially harmonious guy.

And you know what.. YES YOU KNOW WHAT! the fukking indian guy took out his finger and stuff it halfway up his nose again. FUCK!!!!!!!! ... and roll and flick... and dig and roll and flick.. and dig and roll and flick.

What the fuck's wrong with these people?? Trying to show that they are skilled labour? And right in front of me damn it. Contemplated taking their pics with my cam but... i'm afraid of them flicking their peesai at me in retaliation. That's way too much violence in those fingers.

Taser stun gun footage.

Irritating mad blabbering woman got shot with a taser after she got pulled over for speeding in Florida.

If you're a woman, pray hard that you won't get zapped by a Taser as well and end up moaning like exhibit 3a. Check it out, and make an intelligent guess where that shot landed.

I hate it when woman cry like that. It really really really gets on my nerves. For her behaviour and the noise she made, oh man the friggin noise, she deserves to get tased 3 times a day till she quiet down.

Will we get to see the shock inducing Taser gun in Singapore?

Typical female Singaporean >40kg says:
"Oh so much current in the body.. Can lose weight."

Opps

I thought it was gas, so I fart. But it wasn't.

A New Beginning, again..

So a couple hours ago I officially bidded farewell to my old blog, which was still known as an online diary when i first started. It's been a wonderful 6 years of ups and downs, almost a quarter of my life.

A quarter of my life... doesn't that sound monumental?

This farewell should have been bidded weeks ago, if not for my woeful rate of getting things done, however exciting it may sound. All these damn cascading style sheets stuff have been winding me up too. Took me days just to make the photos turn out right without all the ugly borders, so you better click and take a good look at it, even if it may be better for them to remain small and blur and ugly.

Bahh.. may this be an equally fulfilling journey.