Escape

Sundays: I escape to suburban seaside retreat my longest known friend. We discuss the latest songs [that he suddenly remembered and wants to download], the latest pretty girls things to look at [if you know what I mean], the difference between MJ & TJ [and how opinion are actually heard over at the other side(the benches and the vending machines!!)], and how basically, life now is like running a marathon without the water stops [DAMN DAMN!].

I am happy don't start coming up to me and asking if I'm alright. Thanks for that though.

My new love: KEN HIRAI

kill me! i'm gay!!!!
(goes on to perform hara-kiri)

Ken Hirai-Ring

How's Life?

The dream about the house was supposed to be yesterday's.. but Blogger sort of left me in the lurch..

I have this really strict lifestyle planned out for myself for the following months weeks leading to the big As, but would I follow it?

Stop thinking I'm not ok lar, it's getting irritating.

School's been fun [cause I carry a blunt weapon around with me all the time], and Chuck's been fun to annoy too.

What to say? Life's like this lar

4 Shepherds & A Husky

If I ever buy a house in the future, it would have to be big and by the sea [MARINE PARADE!!]

It will have to look a little cottage-like, with many trees and a big field.

There!
Then I shall buy a dog.
No, make it four dogs.

And Husky makes 5!So many big dogs, maintenance very high leh.

and I don't think I will ever have the money to buy the house in the first place

Cherry Poppin' Daddies-Hazel, South Dakota

You Say Leh?

Well, my time went too quickly,
I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five.
As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy,
God knows I was feelin' alive.

Been catching up with friends lately, now that I have time on my side for a life outside of college. It's very nice to know that the connection that we share a few years back still exist, albeit a little weaker.

Now the sun's comin' up,
I'm ridin' with Lady Luck,
Freeway cars and trucks.
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade.
Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer.
Lord, don't you know the feelin's gettin' stronger.

How it seems so strange that we still feel the same for certain things, certain issues, certain people, and the little stones-in-shoes of life that we never can complain enough about. Though we are all in different schools, and it can never be the same again, it is that special.

Six in the morning, gave me no warnin',
I had to be on my way.
Now the cars are all passin' me,
Trucks are all flashin' me,
I'm headed home from your place.

Also, how is it that people in groups can laugh out loud in trains and buses with nobody really caring, but an individual would cause that much of a disturbance. We laugh and cry together, perhaps that was what this is supposed to mean. Even though it is a short 1 and a half silly years spent together, it's really nice.

And now the sun's comin' up,
I'm ridin' with Lady Luck,
Freeway cars and trucks.
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade.
Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer.
Lord, don't you know, the feelin's gettin' stronger.

How many people have great friends? Best friends? Go get a few, it's fun. What would I trade for great friends? I am not sure, but I am sure that if I ever need anyone to talk to face-to-face at 3am in the morning, there are people I can go to. That's how wonderful it can be.

Well, my time went too quickly,
I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five.
As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy,
God knows I was feelin' alive.

For all that we've been through, the quarrels and struggles, little bickers and squabbles, laughter and tears at everything possible since 2000. Thank you.

For all the mocking and humiliating, mimicry and crazy ideas, the desperate pleas and bid for survival in JC, and all that is to come in the future since 2005. Thank you.

And now the sun's comin' up (yes it is),
I'm ridin' with Lady Luck,
Freeway cars and trucks.
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin' with Lady Luck.
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin' with Lady Luck.
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin' with Lady Luck...

I have great friends, and few great friends are better than many acquaintances who don't really give a shit about how your life is!

The Eagles-Ol' 55

Choices Choices

It might bcome as a surprise to some (or rather most), but I am finally plagued by academic problems and the abnomaly is that I actually care!

Like how my friend puts it, everybody cares about that 4 As and 2 'S' paper distinctions so that he/she would get to shake the Presidant's hand for the most sought after scholarship locally. In this dog-eat-cat-eat-rat silly ratrace of a life, that is the greatest recognition one can get (unless someone breaks the bond that comes with it, but that's not the issue here).

Issue being that I am worried. Panicking at times.

We are all in this ratrace, and I am not ashamed of myself to say that I really regret not doing well enough for 'O' levels, missing out that chance to go to a better JC, like RJ? What if I had joined a sports PDP in the first place, would it have helped me concentrate better? What if I had became a different person, in another PDP, and not 1 of the 4 House Captains? What if I am in another JC, doing much better through consistent revision instead of the current pia-pia-pia-yet-still-getting-fucking-shit-grades situation I am wallowing in? What if? I would never know, but maybe all these friends and wonderful company I am having now would never have happened. I am also not ashamed to admit that I too once dreamed of getting the President's Handshake. I too had clouds in my head in the shape of Medicine at Johns Hopkins. Over-estimating myself? Perhaps.

Studies, acadamia and grades. Everyone dreams of good grades and the glory that comes along with it, and also fears being left in the lurch, in the back alley of the modern world where that damn degree is everything, and every single aspect of a person is assessed in one way or another. I am one-foot-stuck in the dumpster of school already, with only 3 As subjects left, when the rest of TJC is taking 4 subjects and a million 'S' papers. Not bitter or anything, just pity.

Hi, your cartilage hit me in the eye

This is going nowhere.

Only one important impact sustained today.

My 4-year-old fort of a dream of becoming a physiotherapist/sports manager of sorts was attacked by the lure of SMU and how close it is to home, the convenience of the short traveling time and that 1-year-old campus in the heart of the city. Would I sacrifice dreams for the sake of all these conveniences, making a fool of myself by taking something starkely business relatted when it is globally known that I condemn business and office-based jobs of all sorts? Perhaps I should get back to reality, since there are probably trillions of people out there who also wish for a non-deskbound-eyes-stuck-to-Excel-spreadsheet job but is stuck with one.

Get back to basics man.

NOTE: i am feeling fine. no need to write my epitaph for me yet.

Red Hot Chiili Peppers-Scar Tissue