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.

Europe, conquered... Maths, vanquished.

Perhaps a tad overdue, but all special things deserves a mention.

Need I say more?

Yes i do want to say more. Many weeks ago, before the final, and knowing Youjin's uncanny inability with betting, I implored him to bet heavy on an AC Milan's victory. "YOUJIN, buy milan leh. Then my Liverpool can win. Buy more please." "Okay. I think milan will win anyway."

Match day. Chuanzhong and talisman youjin were over at my place to catch the game. Within a min, we were a goal down and my heart sank to the groud. Walk On Walk On... By halftime, Milan was up 0-3. I looked at CZ and CZ looked back at me. We looked at the TV and the 40,000 Liverpudlians looked back at us. I then looked towards the east and i could feel the sun saying he will be taking MC at dawn. I felt like beating up youjin.

Second half resumes. In the living room, the general mood of despair overwhelm the money-winning mood 2:1. Then Gerrard flicked a header in. 1:3. A glimmer of hope! "Get another 2 to make it 3:3 and we win on penalties!" I exlaimed hopefully against the reality.

Then 2:3. Vladimir Smicer the forgotten man thumps one home and the fans took the roof off.

Then still 2:3. Gerrard tripped by Gattuso. Penalty. Alonso took it. Dida Saved it. I fell down. Alonso whacked in the rebound. 3:3. I jumped up. CZ jumped up. Youjin sank. 40,000 in Ataturk Stadium jumped up. A few hundred thousands more in Liverpool jumped up. Italy sank.

Injury time. Shevchenko shot from a yard from goal. A few million mouths opened in unison in fear. Dudek saved. The bloody Ukrainian shot again. The Pole saved again. The few million mouths breathed out together once more. Youjin and Italy sank back another inch. 3:3.

Down to the penalty shootout. Serginho missed. Hamann scored. Dudek saved from Pirlo. Ciise scored. Tomasson scored. Riise missed. Kaka scored. Smicer scored. Dudek saved from Shevchenko..... and half the world erupted in wild spontaneous celebrations.

Youjin's betting slip, from looking so smug and safe at half time, now turned into worthless celebratory confetti. What a good friend..

................... take a break ........................

Somewhere else, on a different battleground, yours-truly, the under-dog, the perenially under-performing under-grad, engaged in a failing tussle with Maths, the representative from the over-empowering education structure over a semester-long fight. Make it 2 semesters if the first semester is included, whereupon the hero had skilfully evaded a headfront confrontation by dropping the foreign subject.

The characters and gameplay may differ, but the heroic plots remains. The results are out. A 'D' grade was received, and a D is a pass. The greater evil has been defeated, the nation saved from prolonged slavery and the world rejoices.

So here the hero stands tall, one leg onto the next semester. Despite being totally incapable of integrating or differentiating the simplest form of useless equation, the nightmare has been vanquished.

Maths, I spit on you.

For Liverpool

UEFA Champions League Finals 2004/05

Liverpool vs AC Milan

3-0 down at halftime.

3-3 by the 60th min.

Currently Extra Time.

Liverpool please win. And I'll gladly sacrifice my fuckin Foundation Maths paper.

Thank You.

Weak

Burnt. Scorched. Punctured. Wasted. Crumbled. Weakened.

And that's about as far as I can think right now. Quite a disastrous Sunday Soccer kick-about on a personal level. Haven't felt that weak for a long time. Perhaps I'm sick. Having a mysterious cough.

2 weeks have past by, and the slacking regime will have to stop, before I end up poor, thin and malfunctioning. This week shall be the start of a focused and determined life that would preferably be lived to the fullest. Even the more or less confirmed failure of my maths paper will do nothing to dampen this gung-ho spirit.

Now all i need to do is to sleep and be well rested for the impeding journey, then satisfy my craving for stringray, and start thinking about how not to slack.

The Great Internet Conspiracy Against Me

This blog shouldn't be taking place here at home, tonight.

In the great plan formulated after I woke up at dinner time, post-mahjong-hangover, I'm supposed to be designing my own face for this blog that's gonna take over the blogosphere by storm.

oh dang, i dun feel like writing anymore

End of the world

Did anyone else got spellbound by the trecherous lightnings streaking across our sky moments ago? The electrified atmosphere got lighted up every few seconds, and I was secretly fearing that i would be the next to get lighted up, together with the bus that i was on.

I suppose it would look quite funnie, a smoking bundle of human mess, holding on to a battered copy of Paul Murray's An Evening Of Long Goodbyes.

It's all over now. End of terrifying lightnings, no more rain and clouds, which means tomorrow will be another blazing hot day for soccer.

We seriously got cooked while playing on Friday morning. Could feel the naked skin sizzling under the shade. And ended up taking a cab to a place for lunch which was just a 5min walk away. Under the sun.

A particular bitch

The female assistant at the NTU dental clinic is a bitch. Her fats spill all over her arms and her saliva spews like a broken fountain when she talks. And she has a habit of slamming the phone down without saying a simple 'bye' after calling patients regarding appointments. She must be cheap labour.

I think i'll call back and irritate her for a while before shouting BITCH and slamming the phone down. That should provide entertainment for a couple minutes.

On a different and more polite note, I caught the Israeli film Bonjour Monsieur Shlomi today and I think it's simply brilliant and funnie at the same wonderful moment. The grandfather weaves in and out of the screen, with words that fluctuate between brilliance, predictability and insanity. It also helped that the main love interest looked quite gorgeous and she happened to go topless for a brief second. Charming really.

Seriously, why watch mindless hollywood flicks with the same old familiarly boring plots when there're such other occasional gems to choose from?

Red and Blue

there stood a stalk of
violet in brilliant blue
where tears have dropped
and fallen as dew

a rose in velvety red
the lady accompanies
poised with coiffured petals
oh innocence robbed

Dog-ears of the pages
in the book of love
that wrote in sadness
Of the girl who's red, and blue

Doesn't it irritates you to no end when the urge to shit comes right after you bathe?

while whoring off my talented works on MSN,
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Me says:
what barriers of love
crumbles to ashes
with the touch of the lips

what chills the air
but warms the heart
when love and love entwine

Me says:
now that's not cheesy.. ahha
Me says:
roses are red violets are blue... so cliche

= silly girl = says:
hmm
= silly girl = says:
wads that man?
= silly girl = says:
sounds shakespearean

Me says:
it does?

= silly girl = says:
wOwww
= silly girl = says:
dun tell me YOU wrote it

Me says:
WHAT DO YOU THINK

= silly girl = says:
...
= silly girl = says:
nope?
= silly girl = says:
its shakespeare rite????????

Me says:
???
Me says:
NO
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Ahhaha, so I write like shakespeare now. I'm so bloody brilliant.

For Janey, Once upon a time

what barriers of love
crumbles to ashes
with the touch of the lips

what chills the air
but warms the heart
when love and love entwine

From my old diary.. didn't know that i ever wrote it. Little treasures you get, when you revisit the past, from time to time.