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Went to school in the morning, can’t believe i managed to overcome the magnetism of the bed.
Handed up my practical play proposal =X (sorry tucky!), and Mr. Koh Tee Hock finally spoke to me! He’s been daoing me.. long story.
The Busrides were, bad.. my sprained arm doesn’t look sprained. but i can’t fold it completely. This equals unglam moments on the bus. A bit hesitant to tap in/out with my dad’s card too. I’m nt old. I wana be a student forever. All at the same time, being pissed off at waking up early. Then saw old people smiling and standing on the bus. They must really feel blessed waking up each day. So why shouldn’t I.. or we be estatic.. each time we open our eyes to 8 hours of lessons a day. Well at least its the hols. Rejoice, for now.
Met daryl, went holland, kai kai. All the shops are invalid at this unearthly hour. The only thing people commuters do is travel. Had breakfast at yakun toast.
Went back to his house, and watched Kill Bill. Friggin’ neat stuff in that movie. like fffwow. I’ve never watched a movie, so fresh and addictive in a long time. The latter parts get draggy, and the whole shicsm of martial arts, were not up to (chinese movies’) standard. But hot. Real hot movie. They even brought in killer shorts of animes. Imagine a psychedelic amalgamation of cowboys, sheriffs, modern assasins, tokyo underworld, too fast too furious, lost in translation, alias, grey’s anatomy (hospital scene), american pie humor, lucy liu retardedness, and the perfect sound effects. Bing bang kalawalaboom.
Head over to holland again. Saw; Dr. philip tieh, damn nicee teacher, and Mr. Alvin Tan. Hahaha. What are the odds. Kinda uncanny though, to see your personal life eclipse with your school life. It’s, asphyxiating.
Spammed family guy, and then played soul caliber, and tekken, and marvel alliance? yea, shuld be. haha, I was quite a gamer when I was younger. We’re talking morning to evening. Civilization III and Digimon adventures. Chokoboo racing. Red alert. =D Den kinda cut off from all that.
But probably the best part of the day, was after dinner, when me and daryl were sauntering to starbucks. We had this really raw, good talk. Talked about XXXX and XXXX’X life. Dint noe much abt them before. Kinda enlightening. Then talked about competitiveness. And how I hate that, its like seeing other people as threats. Who likes to be seen as a huge piece of threat walking around. Daryl started asking me whether i wanted success, and i asked him what success was for, and success can be gained through just being unique in the field. And He asked me about girls, and all the crazy what ifs. Like a girl that I like is indifferent abt me, and likes another guy. I told him, first off, crushes never last for me. I rarely develop crushes. And also, I only like someone after friendship. I also told him Im so weird that, the girl i like would be so weird that she won’t like someone else. And that God wills it all. And he was like, ok. And he said I was like an orange floating in the sea. ( come to think of it. wth are u talkgin abt).
When Im with daryl, half the time, its him talking abt himself. He’s a huge fan of himself. Hahaha. Which makes him quirky and special. So when he suddenly asked me all this questions I freakin’ felt more naked, than if i were to strip in starbucks (alliteration). He asked me what issues I had. I told him I had unspeakable issues, that can only be revealed before the Judgement seat. And he’d probably disowned me as his friend. messed up, f**ked up stuff. Reeally, screwed up, out of my social function/image stuff. Like those repressed tokyo kids, who go around decapitating stuff. I told him also that I had really poor intrapersonal skills, and I had the ability to project the image I want others to see, without changing the basic make up of my psyche. I have such a complicated, inborne social algorithmic system, that I can show what I wanted to show, while hiding what I wanted to hide. And at the same time, don’t even look like I’m trying, and not even feeling miffed at my dual, tri, quadruple selfs. I’m probably more aware of what other people thought abt me (good and bad), than I truly noe myself. Daryl pointed out the possibility of psychosis. HAHAHA. I pointed out I’d probably have alzheimer’s cause both my grandparents have it. And as my dear friend, he agrees that Im forgetful. Sometimes at night, my mind won’t (and can’t) shuddup, and I thought, there’s a possibility of me going mad, like schizophrenic mad, sort of madness.
I shared with him that I probably have the matyr complex. Im a freaking perfectionistic ahole, crippling, sardonic, caustic, trenchant, b**chy, malevolent critic to myself, but the nice encourager to others. Probably not everyone will agree since my behavior is not uniform, and its a case by case thing. I despise people when I see myself in them. Other than that, I lovve people (: Talked abt God too. I know He’s real. You can take my word for that. There’s so many factors and all that stuff that you’ll just have to take my word for it. It’s just im still kinda confused and miffed. I went from anger, to unbelief, to hesitant. One thing’s for sure.. no more emotional mumbo jumbos.
Then my dad picked me up, went mom’s office fetch her had dinner. they had dinner. I wandered arnd kovan. Rented kill bill vol. 2. (can’t freaking wait). Came home. Timloh showed me an interesting video.
http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=152b5103d741aca61093
Laminin’s a protein cohesion thingummy. It holds ur body parts together. Just like Christ holds our lives together. Stops us from falling to pieces. Google Laminin’s molecular structure. Much thanks to David Chee, and Timloh for the much needed text message and vids. I mean, I really don’t need interrogations on why I’m not participating in church as much as before, or cold stares. Every freakin’ person can tell i’ve backslided. It’s not like Im ashamed of it. Beliefs can’t be imposed on others. I really need the love of Christ. And I sorta feel it. Its just.. not yet the time.
And as I type this.. thinking abt all the unavoidable sad, sad, superficiality of human interactions, I wana share the ending lines of a movie, which might make some squirmy (rhymes):
” And as we sat there listening to the carolers, I wanted to tell Brian it was over now and everything would be okay. But that was a lie, plus, I couldn’t speak anyway. I wish there was some way for us to go back and undo the past. But there wasn’t. There was nothing we could do. So I just stayed silent and trying to telepathically communicate how sorry I was about what had happened. And I thought of all the grief and sadness and fucked up suffering in the world, and it made me want to escape. I wished with all my heart that we could just leave this world behind. Rise like two angels in the night and magically… disappear.”
please be more sane,
Vbec.
P.S. Have you ever wished existence was optional? As in like it comes in a OTAS sheet. Where u can shade A for “hell, yea”, B for “Okaee, why not?”, C for “Don’t feel like it”, and D for “What’s the point?”
P.S.S. QUENTIN TARANTINO FRIGGIN’ SHARES THE SAME FRIGGIN’ BIRTHDAY AS ME. I SWOONSS ((: That genius!.. Damn. (for the uninformed.. that’s the 27th March)
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BAO
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yooooooooooooz
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sup homie
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ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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i sprained my elboww
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and,,
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i might have lost my wallet
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=/
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haha
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LOL rite?
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bad luck dude
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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im hysterical now
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who’s that in ur dp?
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OEI
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ikuta toma <3333
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T_T
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what
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yea there were quite alot of money
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was/were?
baocheng says:
didnt you lose it, im giving you a chance to look at it
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DAMN U
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lol
baocheng says:
how did you sprain you elbow?
孙逸; says:
doing some shuttle run thing with my buddies
孙逸; says:
then, was trying to be first
baocheng says:
the only way i can think of that can make you sprain is breakdancing
baocheng says:
omg you slapped the grnd too har
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hard*
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yea
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sort of
baocheng says:
LOL HAHAHAHA
孙逸; says:
but at least i was first
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then went to some eatern medicine thing
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they did ultrasound treatment.
baocheng writes:
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LOL
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yea….
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more like
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crashing into the ground
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like aeroplane
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sian lar, and its my left arm
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u shuld take art!
baocheng writes:
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what.
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The.
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Pong..
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ummmm at least you have your right hand to write
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LOL
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lucky you
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i shall be ambidextrous
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孙逸; says:
sian, slhuld’ve look ed for smeone with more sympahty
孙逸; says:
hveu started mugging and spamming work?
baocheng says:
yeah its not like you fell head first and knocked out all your teeh and broke your nose
baocheng says:
I AM EMPATHISING
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LOL
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hellloooo recognise it
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i m speechless
baocheng says:
i am trying to do the meadea essay now
baocheng says:
btw how did you lose your wallet
孙逸; says:
lol, been stoning the whole dae
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i HAVE NO IDEA
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i think some idiot saw my sprained elbow and took it from my bag when i was not lking?
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that means i must redo my ic
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again..
baocheng says:
i bet you forgot that you sprained your elbow. so when you tried to take it out with your left arm it hurt and you dropped it in the longkang
孙逸; says:
LOL
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ritee..
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possible
baocheng says:
very plausible
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is that person in ur dp a girl/
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?
baocheng says:
ummmmm i went to school for guitar, which was a waste of time. went home and watched a drama serial for 2 hrs. then slept for 3 hrs
baocheng says:
hows that for productive
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NO ITS A GUYYYYYYYYYY
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LOL
baocheng says:
A DUDEEEE
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really
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yes
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jap guys disorientate u
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i shall change it
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omg esp. this guy
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or a duo
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called wat
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Wat
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or something like that
baocheng says:
HAHA teppei and wentz are cute ok
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but they’re rumoured to be really ghei
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how about androgynous
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LOL
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ghei
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kewl way to put it
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I HAVE TO START WORK SOON
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how come i dint hear abt the iop essay
baocheng says:
have pity on me. im gna be on holiday from sunday onwards
baocheng says:
cos b ng didnt tell us clearly
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ohhh yea
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connecting with ur cheena roots
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you are going on top of the sea
baocheng says:
btw was there a class outing today
baocheng says:
???? top of the sea
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shanghai
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OMG shanghai -______________-
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LOL
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noppeeeee
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but there’s a sleepover rite
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coming soon
baocheng says:
im NOT IN SG BOOBOOHOO
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yeaaa
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btw do you want a present from shanghai
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i’ll film it lar
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so u can see what u missed out
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I WANT
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I WANT
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A NEW WALLET!!!
baocheng says:
haha you want fake lv or fake gucci
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LOL film what, ppl sleeping??
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LOL
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yeaaa
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sleeping
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TOGETHER
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((:
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i heard marc lai has a huge hse ((
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yuupyup
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awwwww how platonic
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HAHAHAHA
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er, fake fossil wallet
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btw whats up with your nsk dp on facebook
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ohh
baocheng says:
er how does it look like, the wallet
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its cool what
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erm..
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its like
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squarish
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and
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it kinda flips open
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and u can insert money
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into it
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and, cards and stuff
baocheng says:
ok i think something pink and sparkly with unicorns would suit you
孙逸; says:
YEA, reveals the inner me that’s been wanting to break free
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soaring, flyyying
baocheng says:
SIGH china’s gonna be like chi he wan le every other day
baocheng says:
eateateat ill grow fat
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u culd force urself to puke after every meal
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(:
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plus its not like ur going to restaurants every day
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u’ll be eating home cooked food
baocheng says:
it is everyday
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like a tour?
baocheng says:
no like they love this restaurant near the house
baocheng says:
then they go there and eat and dabao
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ohh
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haha
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lol ur eng accent will be screwed lar, that’s gna affect ur iop marks
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HEHeh
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aniwae im off to dinner (: TTYL
Sorry this is kinda like a stream of consciousness writing. Sorry for the mess.
Everything has been so fast for me, you know? Friday, school ends, had a feel good time coming home with ben, after the class outing. We went to some Christian CD shop, and talked about alot of things. And I felt all nice inside when I got home. I remembered that I sat there. On my chair, and I smiled to myself, like someone was tickling me from the inside. In a twisted way, I felt a gnawing discomfort, cuz for my life, something happy calls for something sad.
Have you woke up, feeling shitty, and your thoughts won’t shut up, but the day turned out marvellous?
Then there are the days when you wake up, quiet, satisfied. And the day falls flat on its face.
God, now, I’m tracing my memory for what happened on saturday. I forgot?! Its like trying to catch a fish with your bare hands. Damn, its irritating. Let’s see. Its fuzzywuzzy, the bulk of it was, I got scammed and I bought this CD by a band called The Feeling (I wanted anberlin), it was an impulse purchase. It is so gay. They call it “soft rock”. Its more pop than mika. That’s quite impossible. 18.50 down the drain, they call the cash register. Curse you cash register (from that obscure CD shop). Curse you. I hope you catch fire, and your $$ combusts with you.
Talking about drains, I remember there was once when I had this dream, where a group of researchers and I were escaping from something, and we ended up in a room with no windows, but on both sides of the room, there were drains with those concrete tiles as covers. There was sound of water trickling, and I opened one of the covers and there was this all-consuming darkness inside. I lowered myself into it and started walking. Then I reappeared at some indonesian resort. My family had a vacation there once. And my feet led me to this restaurant, where I saw my family members, who came and commented on how tall i grew and all. And I saw my younger versions of my cousins running about. and I patted their heads. and roughed about with them. Then I saw my younger self. And I hugged him, and I cried. Then, somehow I knew it was time to go, and I walked into another black portal thingy. And I woke up.
Sunday, I went to church, and did most of the shooting for the video gimmick I had in mind. I hope it works. Everyone was damn high, and dopey. After dinner at my grandma’s we went to play pool. Where I took them doing the robot. When I got home, I looked at my diary and I had a panic attack.
The holiday’s just begun, but looking at the places I have to go, and the things I have to do. It has officially ended. A madrush to the end. Zoom out a bit, and u realise IB is a madrush. Road rage. Vroom Vroom.
Today, I went to school on the friggin’ 2 hr bus ride. Discussed the musical, went to orchard with celestyn, met pam there. Had food. (What else, I mean it’s pam..). Asked pam some philosophical question. Which got me depressed. On my way back, on the MRT, on the pavement. I looked at the people around me, and I wondered why everyone had to be walled up. Why must we scale walls just to get to the core, the heart of people. While most linger on the outside, without ever wanting to know what goes on inside. Scraping walls. And there are times when you scale the wall, and you’re too tired. and you wonder why you tried so hard after all. I diagnosed myself with this:
an·o·mie or an·o·my Audio Help (ān’ə-mē) Pronunciation Key
n.
1. Social instability caused by erosion of standards and values.
2. Alienation and purposelessness experienced by a person or a class as a result of a lack of standards, values, or ideals: “We must now brace ourselves for disquisitions on peer pressure, adolescent anomie and rage” (Charles Krauthammer).
And as I walked, this struck me, like a bolt of uncertainty, boom. And my heart was a miasma of feelings I want to escape from, but can’t.
Recently I’ve been listening to anberlin’s dismantle repair, haunting, and unwinding cable car alot. You can check them out at www.myspace.com/anberlin
Another interesting band is the ting tings. Their songs are more for those funky commercials. thats not my name, Great DJ.
www.myspace.com/thetingtings
Simultaneously, I’m watching this stellar show called all about lily chou chou, (jap). Search it on tudou.com.
Also, I like this song by stefanie sun. I somehow never get sick of the song. The lyrics is scorching deep.
生命第一课是流泪 我学会呼吸和感觉
从爱开始我学会喜悦 却因为在乎学会胆怯
你对我说再见那天 我学会 爱的不完美
我在你缺席了的黑夜 学会怕黑
我正在了解 这世界 让每天成为新的起点
我会 走向前 不让自己再回到昨天
爱过你才学会离别 犯过错才学会后悔
哭过后才学会谅解 我会学会 我的世界
失去你拥抱的甜美 我学会珍惜的可贵
当今天已经告别 我写下日记 学会不轻易浪费
爱过你的那个我 已经学会去 翻越伤悲
忘记很辛苦但我知道这样才对
我正在了解 这世界 让每天成为新的起点
我会 走向前 不让自己再回到昨天
被爱过才学会感谢 离开你才学会干脆 逆着风我学会起飞
在我的世界 在我的世界 在我的世界 我学会
ACS boy, listening to cheena songs?
Apocalyptic. There has to be a damn good reason why she’s so bleeding popular?
华语cool,
vbec
So we dint get to go for WOW, but hey, we had fun!
Love,
Vbec
I like staying in school waiting for my dad. Cause my dad drives a weekend car, which entails, (because the law dictates) that he can only drive after 7. So usually i’d stay back in school past 7 waiting for him. This unfurls a whole new dimension for me. I’d drift around, humming songs to myself. Observing the activity around school. Greeting people etc. You’d also have to be good at being nomadic. Cuz the custodians (the blue rangers) are always going around locking doors, and forcing their ap on u. But some of them are real nice. So U’d have to evacuate from one unlocked classroom to another. Honestly, its like playing pacman. Then there’s all these secret places that nigel (colombus) showed me. Like, for instance the backdoor of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is always unlocked. Buy a vowel? Anyone?
As I cricled the fountain today, I pondered about how our school is like a bali resort at night. Then I wondered how it would be like if we built a huge hotel-like hostel, with a mall beside it. And everyone had to stay in it. I think ink won’t be enough to cover all our scandals, and my brain, not expansive enough, to bear all the memories. So, i ruminate also the magic of 3000 lives evolving, shaping within the confines of this school, and I being one of them. This thought lingered and tasted like dark-chocolate.
Youtube, thank you:
This is not my sandwich,
Vbec
P.S. Ink got my name wrong =( im not ambrose.. lol im such a vainpot.
P.S.S. I’m not looking at you, but every trickling thought flows and culminates on you. A hefty malestrom of yearning ladens my chest, my eyes are downcast, and my body enervated, leeched of the vestige of will, invested in me. When my eye trace a figment of you, and my ear revels in a ribbon of your voice in the zephyr, my heart implodes with forlorn; into, a thousand million shards, coursing through the river of desire, that which fuels my mishap. The splinters in my blood. So rich, yet bitter. So near, yet so far. And my desire — a bruise; a well; it ebbs and flow.
(In the voice of Holden from Catcher in the Rye)
Came back from a tennis lesson feeling all lousy (bout’ myself) and hurt. I keep telling myself that i can’t do no shit, and kept thinking what others thought, and that made it all the more messed up for me. I also don’t understand why people can’t let a guy be quiet on his own. They get all touchy and starts distancing, and clustering and strategizing, sometimes small talking, before one comes up to you, so insiduously, like some stealth machine, and drops an “are-you-ok?”. Sometimes, I feel like an overworked thermometer, I catch every single itsy-bitsy emotions of a person. every single one of them. I process them, even if I don’t want to, and I extrapolate the data. And that complicates life a whole lot, and makes me think life is deeper then it already is. With time, I didn’t hit right anymore, that is, the ball. I just let myself roll out. I can’t understand why people must get all competitive, like my face invites that. I can’t do no shit, and therefore I can’t compete no shit. Its so phoney, how the dynamics of a lesson runs, and I get all phoney like I didn’t catch that hint, and laugh a whole lot. I can’t wait to just learn tennis.
(me)
Now that was before I got into my dad’s car. I got into my dad’s car, and dumped my theatre arts books behind. And I cast my gazed through my side’s window. Automatically, I turned on the deionizer, cause my PE kit stunk. I also made sure that my dad was out of my peripheral vision. I asked for water, but he didn’t had any, so I let out a quiet, pissed but resigned sigh, and I continued wallowing in the preponderance of choking emotions. I had this theory that a person’s week is fraught with good days and bad days. I thought I had a rather bad day yesterday, and I was expecting a good one today; Today was a great oscillation between the two. Along the journey, my dad asked me whether my mom called, and I shook my head. He didn’t caught it, so he asked again, twice. and I snapped at him that she didn’t. And he asked me what happened, but its his usual rhetorical question. At a traffic light, he ran out to the car boot and got me his water bottle with a little water left in it. I didn’t said thanks or anything, but it made me think. I was listening to disarray by lifehouse. What did they do. Ever since the taxi ride it was me. My friends are all nice people, and everyone has their own battles to fight, why am I living like solely, I exist. And why must I be a royal a.hole to them. I might feel lousy and all, but I dun have to make it seem like its their fault my life sucks.
It quickly occured to me how I vent my spleen on my family and friends all the time, and I never once ceased in my rampages, like some pissed-off god from mount olympia. pissed off at humanity, pissed off at myself. pissed off at the chirping birds in some tree near assembly ground. Pissed off at the long busrides. Pissed off at my mom. Pissed off at ______________ (insert). Pissed off at myself for being pissed off in the first place. Then it came like an cathartic epiphany, and it ‘most made me smile, so I quickly ‘um-chio”-ed.
I haven’t thanked (in no order)
My dad, for acqueising to my impulsiveness 3/4 of the time
My mom, for being herself, and my friend.
My sister, who, in her part knows im not a great brother, but still respects me.
My grandma, who’s love for me never faltered, and I hurt her all the time.
Kevin for his endearing smile, your smile makes me wana smile. And he loves sunyanzi.
Yue guang, for sharing with me his medical concerns. (means he trusts me) And being a great friend/joke buddy.
Cheryl, for being my 24/7 hotline for homework help 
Celestyn for showing me that Im too mean a person (Sorry)
Bao Cheng for being a good sport, though I keep suaning her. And for being my buddy.
Gu Wei, for putting up with the moments of insanity in chemistry class.
Mark Lai, for suaning me, and teaching me how it feels to be suaned.
Rajesh, for being my friend, though we didn’t know each other well before.
Yi Ming, for his little, mostly unheralded moments of satirical brilliance.
Grace for being funny and nice, and for baking brownies. sorry, i meant, Brownies.
Darli for being all cheery.
Edward for being naggy.
Shoban for being the unquenchable source of jokes.
Jaygoh, for being very nice.
Pamelia, for being cute and forgetful.
Hyung, for lamenting abt school life as a clarion call for change to the IB system.
Stephanie for smiling and being just, nice.
Tony, for being stony
Shi Ru for thinking im funny, lol, im not.
David (HL2 eng) for being nice.
Samantha, for being all a man needs.
Nicole for being the model student to mold myself to
Tina for being a Mugger!!!! and irrevocably my suaning target.
Amos for animating our sl math classes with “ticktockticktock”
Zhong En for being artistic and relatable.
Jenn Chong! For being ultra nice.
Kang Ping, for being our shield to our a2 teacher
Lisa! For being a very pleasant girl.
Ted! for serving the Lord.
Ronald for laughs, and long running friendship.
Daryl for his convex forehead and our friendship forged by storms.
Winston for being farniiiiiii.
Xuan Kai for greeting me all the time.
Theatre arts people!!!! (cher, mak, yiwei, ping), my sanitorium in school
Randy for being the most helpful friend. ever.
4.16 people for showing me what comradeship means.
Miss lydia yap and Mr Ng teck Seng for being the epitome of hilarity.
Ian for being the most thoughtful and caring friend.
Nigel for being, what words cannot express.
Yi Bin, for being the brother I never had.
And the list goes on…
I am thankful.
P.s. shadow warrior explained: today, we went to assembly late, and as we scurried to where our class was, and the person commanding gave the signal, Miss lydia yap called us the shadow warriors.
I told her about the china earthquake during assembly and she looked at me, and stoned for like 3 seconds, and said “Abraham… when its your time to go.. there’s nothing you can do about it”.. that made me laugh
Thankful,
Vbec
I was meaning to type something cosmos-transcending. Until, I found this link.
http://studenthome.nku.edu/~russelljo/flash/dudefalling.swf
lyrics:
ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
(Techno music)
ARggHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ARgHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
END.
I think my cereberal fibre has degenerated. I also think that this should be the anthem for all IB schools.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
Vbec
I firmly believe that an IB student’s life is the live adaptation of the Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemomy Snickets, only more tragic, more sweat, and bloodshed is included.
That’s why, while precariously straddling between the treshold of sanity, and cuckoo-land, we need to take a sweeet escape.
So, the 4.16ers went ahead to orchid todae. Had like a blast on the bus catching up. Geez, I don’t think there’ll ever be a group of people whose dynamics ebb and flow, like synchronise swimming.
We talked about Gareth’s crush, and apparently Im dead-on accurate. And, Ronald’s fetish for cars is again the scandolous issue. With them, the need to impress, to be somebody else vanishes. Along with one’s visceral need to belong. Its rare to feel like that in a company of schoolmates. And so I cherished and revelled in every second of it.
After dinner, the others went on for ironman, while me and ze went to kinokuniya, and we drifted around there; helped him pick out a few stellar books. His interest got piqued by Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde.
Today is also my virgin experience in climbing kino’s bookshelf ladder. The experience, is cathartic, and I could see every balding people in the bookstore. Walked around wishing I had enuff $$ to get more books. Then quietly reminding myself about the evils of capitalism and how it fuels insatiable yearning and lusts that are often overly ingratiating to the self.
Then just came back from kovan with dad. Rented three shows, Paprika, The Italian, and The Sun also Rises.
Paprika’s maker, Satoshi Kon is a genius. period.
In any case, I found this poem in my other antiquated blog, thought I post it over here too. Kinda grinned when I read it. Can’t believe i actually wrote this stuff. Inspired by E.E. Cummings “I carry your heart”.
Marry me (chronicles of courtship)
It was raining in my heart,
Ever since the clouds abducted the stars from us,
It was raining in my heart,
(Whatever ransom I must pay, I would, oh for the burn of your lips I would murder the clouds. Don’t blame me, it is human nature to be reckless, and now, my emptiness feeds only upon brash behaviour.)
It was pouring in my heart,
Ever since the winds grew gauzy and won’t flirt with us,
It was pouring in my heart,
(I wished from within my very core, the heaviness between us would ease with prayer. I beseeched you to know thine enemy, for he WAS NOT me.)
It was bleeding in my heart,
Ever since we split the red sea like Moses did,
It was bleeding in my heart,
(Did you not feel the languor I feel? Heavy is the task of parting love. Are those bloody hands I see? Let us stop this wretched deluge)
It was wintry in my heart,
Ever since we failed to tear the clouds to shreds,
And lift the winds upon our shoulders,
To beckon the tempests to embrace,
It was wintry in my heart.
(A chapter in our history, to cherish. Behold, spring dawns on us)
There will be healing in our hearts,
For as Mother Rain tear for us,
She kisses passion into our bruises,
And transform our strife into gains.
(I prophesy bliss and stake the hands of the liquid clock on it. You wouldn’t bear to amputate them. I know.)
There will, be liberation in our hearts,
For Poseidon is compassionate,
The seas need their salty union,
Like we need sultry love,
He understands,
He amalgamates,
Now hearts can become heart,
And thorns become crystals,
And pain become lessons
(Darling you gave me maturity, can you give me more? You do know I lock you within my heart, don’t you? And you shall remain a free captive until you reciprocate. That prisoner is a fragment of your reflection, yet that reflection is the fabric of my being.)
For deep is this valley of love I have fallen into,
Ever since our eyes met and souls fused,
I have been plummeting,
And this eternal darkness has blinded me.
From this abyss I desire no deliverance.
For buried deep within, every smile, every honey-coated kiss,
Every tickle of your hair, every touch of your dainty fingers,
Is a treasure in itself.
(I hope I did not incur the wrath of God, for I am about to take his crowning glory as my own. Paragon, marry me)
~Abraham chua
I actually had a 30min convo with God, last night.
To hope,
Vbec
So this guy, imo is one of the funniest comedians on youtube. Here he collaborated with another comedian, called Happyslip. She’s awesome too. Take a look. This video is quite dated though. He has newer ones, which you can check out at:
http://www.youtube.com/user/kevjumba
Enjoy,
Vbec
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