Let's not get personal.

 
Blogging rules(applies to me only.)

Rule1: If you are going to talk bad or bitch about somebody, be general.

Rule2: Never put down names unless its for naming good things.

Rule3: Bitch, but never bitch for the sake of bitching.

Rule4: Never put a bad four letter in posts.

Rule5: Never blog for the sake of blogging.

Rule6: Be smart. Be subtle, yet provocative. (or is it to the point?hm.) And pictures works well.

Rule7: Do update blog at least twice a week.

Rule8: Never plan to blog, make it come naturally.

Rule9: Learn to finish work before blogging.

Rule10: Never blog about sisters. Death follows if done.

 
Yep. That's my guidelines for blogging. It works pretty well, and some of these rules should apply to some people I know.

 
Its really weird. The vigorious JC life is taking its toll on me. Why? Cos I have EYES RINGS NOW!! Never in my 17 years in life had I have eye rings, and now I'm a panda. Make up anyone?

 
I've been bitten by the bowling bug. Really. Ever since last night inter house match that I've signed up for fun, I realised I'm quite ok at bowling after all. Considering I've played less than ten times, it's quite an achievement. I played 4 consecutive rounds last night, and was damn shagged after that. Well, there's a first time for everything So I'm quite ready for another round of bowling. Who's up for it? 


Thanks to site meter, there's someone online searching for "malorie pang". Woo.. wonder who. Apparently he would get linked to practically everyone else's blog, thanks to Pang Zhi Jian's link. Whaha.. and especially Zat's blog.


Is it worth it to get angry over schoolwork? I find it stupid to do so. Yeah, most of these anger is brought about by the redundant and useless Project Work. Recipe for trouble and bad moods: one sucky group member, a over-worked leader and there you go. Endless anger. Another way is to get unfairness. Not really unfairness, just the feeling of not being appreciated fully. Like getting lousier grades than others. Right. I'm just plain lucky I don't suffer from such fate. I'm just don't bother about such stuff. I have more important things in my life. Like making my friends and myself happy. Man, I miss the old gang.

 
Shucks. I just squirted white liquid over the com desk. Darn. Shouldn't have played with it so much...Better clean up soon, before anyone finds out..

 
Stupid carton of vitasoy.

 
Till again.

Song of the moment

Measure of a Man Lyrics
Artist(Band):Clay Aiken

If one day you discover him
broken down he's lost everything
no cars, no fancy clothes to make him who he's not
the woman at his side is all that he has got

Why do you ask him move heaven and earth
To prove his love has worth
Would he walk on water
Would he run through fire
Would he stand before you
When it's down to the wire
Would he give his life up
To be all he can
Is that, is that, is that
How you measure a man

If by chance all he has to give you
Was three words wrapped around your finger
Would that be deep enough at the end of everyday
and how will you ever know if a man is what he says

Why do you ask him move heaven and earth
To prove his love has worth
Would he walk on water
Would he run through fire
Would he stand before you
When it's down to the wire
Would he give his life up
To be all he can
Is that, is that, is that
How you measure a man

He'd never give up
Let go of his dreams
his world goes aroundfor his one true belief
Is that how you know
Is that what it means

 
from:http://www.sing365.com/

 
So how do you measure a man?

Stop, Look and Listen.

 
Yes, Jones is him. So stop telling me you thin you know who Jones is. I know I've not been very subtle with his description, but that doesn't credit you anyone to keep saying it around. Thanks alot. And I guess pretty much the name Jones pretty much caught on.

 
Frankly, what is the function of a blog? (should I even blog this down..)

I really finally realise something that I'm good at. Blasting people. I'm so good at bringing people down at the moments that I least expect myself to, and Whoa! There goes a bruised ego. That's probably why I decided to have a blog in the first place. If anyone had read my very very first post, it was on  people with egoistic characteristics. Yes, true. I've never been a good person in terms of relationship ways, nor have I been one who's a fantastic person myself. But I find a way in the world for me when irritants cross my path. Heh. To me its  duty of mine to promote and warn friends and readers(if I have) about them, lest they fall into their trap and end up in misery like I did.

 
Some people love to put their love life on their blog. Well I did too, but only to realise how impersonal this is. Frankly, nobody wants to know about how cute your hubby is, or how sweet is your honey's smile kinda stuff. Yeah, its real romantic, but its an *cringe and eww* moment to the world reading it, that is if anyone reads such posts and blogs of yours. There's no need to publicise about love lifes, especially if you are a PDA freak, who loves snogging and what-nots right in front of the public, be it in school or some restaurant (Marche or Seoul Garden). Erugh.

 
People do complain its mean to blast people on blogs and say its hypocritical to do such things. Dungcake to them. As stated in the law of blogging, 1st edition, the unwritten law of blogging, its my bloody blog, and its my bloody hell pleasure if I do things like that. Yes, its mean. But just be glad its not you. Hello, what I've written here is only less than a quarter of my fury. Hell hath no fury like Rickson pissed. So if you think I'm hypocritical, think again. If I would be hypocritical not to scold them and tell them of in front of them and only do such things here, I only do that, cos I wouldn't even bother to speak to them. Would anyone bother speaking to people who let people wait for three hours and give an excuse such as hospital visit when they're actually out with friends at dinner? These kinda of people are a disgrace to the race of humanity. Even the ants and cockroaches in the rubbish chutes have more decency.

 
Sad sad world with sad sad people living in it.

 
My class did a poem/song on Vincent van Gogh, and practically the class's blogs are filled with that song, and so I wouldn't do that too. Seeing once is fine, thrice is a turn off. So it was about artist being misunderstood and suicdal. Well, its true in a way. Everyone think that TWE is high and mighty. That's a misunderstanding. TWE doesn't think its high and mighty, TWE knows its high and mighty. But then again, that was in my days. Nowadays, I can hardly say so. And the suicidal part? We're pushing suicidal thoughts when we hear bad music. i.e. singing from a particular group in TMS.. no names mentioned lest I get accused of being sooooo mean and having hidden meanings in my post.

 
I'm so being the Bitch my sis claims I'm becoming. Till again. 

 

Warning! Boring post ahead!You'll hate me after reading this post! 
 
A hectic weekend, a ton of work, not a single time for me to blog.

 
Once again, my hand itches to blog, so I'm here blogging. Duh.

 
On Saturday, it wasn't my usual Saturday with the usual hanging out with the gang, thanks to this personality profiling thingy. Well, I learnt something from it. Here's me sharing it with all you nice people. =)

 
According to the results, to the public, I'm a Technician. My private self is an Advisor and my perceived self is the Advocate.

 
What the hell is that? Let me tell you.

Technician: Individuals who are technicians exhibit a stable, consistent nature by working to maintain an unchanging environment focused around people. Preferring supportive roles, they work well with many of the other personality styles because of their controlled and modest behavior. They are patient, loyal  and helpful to friends. Friendships are developed slowly and selectively. Technicians are not bored by routine and work best with guidelines and rules that are clearly spelled out. Technicians' greatest fear is loss of secrurity, and sudden changes are difficult for them. They need time to adjust to changes and are reluctant to let go of the "old way of doing things." They prefer to approach change as a step-by-step process, not an event. Once a Technician has made a decision, they will tend to stick to it, even stubbornly, because much time has gone into the decision-making process. They have a hard time saying "no", and they seek peace at almost any cost. Avoiding conflict, they tend to internalize their feelings. A Technician will adopt a tenacious attitude, even in tough times; and can be relied upon to stay true through it all. But beware of mistaking their desire for peace as weakness; once you have pushed them to their limit- they are immovable.

So that's me in the public.


Advisor: Individuals who are Advisors exhibit warmth, sympathy and understanding in their approach to people. They possess a casual kind of poise in most social situations. Many people will come to them because Advisors are seen as good listeners. They typically do not attempt to force their ideas on others, and in a conflict are likely to yield or be overly flexible. If the conflict is serious, they may withdraw to avoid further conflict rather than work at resolution. They tend to take criticism of their work as a personal affront. They can sometimes be overly tolerant and patient with non-producers. Advisors prefer to deal with people on a personal, intimate basis in a low-pressure situtation. Their managers should realize that Advisors tend to allow too much lead time on projects. They need personal attention and complements for assignments that are well done. Their best work will be done when a public viewing or review is likely. They are instinctive team players and work best in an environment of acceptance and serenity.

And that's me in private.

 
Advocate: Individuals who are Advocates are steady, sociable individuals who strive for positive relationships at work and at home. They can tend toward individualism and independence. They are more passive and detail-oriented. Once they have made up their mind, it can be quite difficult to change the mind of an Advocate. They like people to support them and their ideas; they tend to support the underdog. They may take oppising sides of a disagreement and leave feeling frustrated if things don't go their way. Advocates need to be accepted as part of a team.  Decisions can be difficult for them to make unless their boundaries are very clearly defined.

Advocates tend to be moderate, thorough, and denpendable people. They are often willing to intercede for another on their behalf. They have a strong sense of justice and loyalty. This style is known for their common sense. They always try to think through both sides of an issue. Advocates also tend to be great peace makers, since they see many different viewpoints to an issue; and their peacemaking will focus on the people involced, not just the issue. Since Advocates are relational, they are very sensitive to the feelings of the others.

And that's the real me. Really..is that me? 

  
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You know, at the rate I'm going, I'm beginning to feel like weijian. Yes, I may not really need friends to get through JC. Its sad to be a loner, but god bless those who have accepted me and vice versa. It'll be two years before I end JC education, but all I'm contend with is the gang I have and always have. Even though I feel a slight rift, but I'll hold on, if you're willing to.
To JC friends, don't worry. Friends will be friends, the fact that I'm actually speaking to you all means thats you do mean something to me. Really.

 
Ooh.. emotional there. =D

Till again.

 

I have 999 visitors to my blog!! And frankly, half of them are accidents, stumbling upon here while searching for "pics". So sorry...PICS PICS PICS PICS PICS PICS!! hahaha..

 
Currently, I'm so off task.

 
Off task cos I'm suppose to be doing pw, and yet I'm blogging. Haiz, blogging, an irresistible hobby of mine.

 
Apparently, quite alot of my friends have read the previous post on Jones, and so, I realised I have to even more subtle about writing about people in my life, lest they come across this blog reading stuff. But then again, do I really care? If I even bother about writing them, I wouldn't bother about talking to them. Make sense? Go figure.

 
Speaking about figures, it figures that I have found further proof that its quite mental to be in JC.

 
People living in the east and those in my JC would realise that today morning greeted us with a downpour. Simple equations would equate and conclude that rain = slow traffic = getting to school later = be lenient on late comers on rainy days. But sadly, some people just don't see eye to eye to us.

 
And so, the early and on time group of students had an earful from someone(name too sensitive to be revealed, and for personal safety). We were scolded and yelled at through microphone and loudspeakers like its totally our fault that there are late comers due to the rain. Oh I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sang in the bath for the years I did because it caused a rain that morning. Oh we're sorry for Eugene saying he's too handsome and causing it to rain, we can't help it, its just happened. Oh we're sorry that the water decided to evaporate and condense in clouds that happen to float by Singapore and released all of its load at that time.

 
But we didn't get the worse. The poor later comers were sent to detention. For the whole day. With no lessons. Hello, if we bothered to attend school l regardless of being late or not, we would have wanted lessons, not being cooped up in a room and do own work. So its a good way to punish them by doing that? If so, I wouldn't bother going to school if I was late. What's the point right?

 
Dictators. Poke them in the eyes, I will.

 
Pointless people, I'll give them a point to talk about. I'm talking so much about JC now. Realise that even though I'm blogging about what happened in school, I don't feel like its one of those mundane posts..does it?

 
Till again.

For all the crappy love things online, this is one that makes sense.
 
 
~Love~
When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it.
 

Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try. You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall.You just fall. You cannot finish a book without losing it's chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.


Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get beckon the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return.


How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choos e to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow. Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make y ou cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love.
 

There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love 'coz every time we do, we get hurt, then i figured that's why it's called falling in love.
 
 
 
Ok, redundant post, but its for a purpose. 
  


A word of advice from a not so wise one.
"If you are thinking of going to Junior College after secondary school, DON'T"
 
I'm totally suffering in JC. Kill me, if not JC will. Probably Zhijian and Audrey will have the same sentiments as me, but even if they don't I'll still say this. Project work in JC sucks. To all the secondary school peeps who think they're in hell, wait till you're in JC. (I can hear university students saying "you think JC is tough, wait till you come uni!!")  Man, unless you're one who loves to be challenged, able to adapt to all types of arseholes, crappy teachers and stupid retards who seems to swarm around, don't, I implore not to go to JC. Especially if you are not intending to study.
 
 
Let's have a case study here.
 
 
Boy A, name him... Jones.
 
Jones was  from a good school, one of those good ones, quite near to be on par to Raffles Instituition. Apparently, he slacked around in secondary, but being able to get into the good school, he could get into a JC during JAE. So he's here in JC. Nothing wrong right? *teh...(buzzer sound) wrong. he's here cos he has  girlfriend here. Also nothing big deal right? Read on.
 
 
So our dear Jones happily enters JC, and into a class. Thing is, Jones is an avid gamer, and games his life away, much worse than me, and that's saying something. He apparently doesn't has any other friends except his girlfriend and the ones in his class, as he's the only one from his old school to JC. Our gamer Jones due to his long hours of gaming, has a lack of sleep, and thus sleeps in school. Literally. Sleeps in lectures, sleeps in tutorials. The only times he's awake is PE and recess. He practically fails all his subjects, and is irresponsible for the stuff he's supposed to do. He skips lessons like we attend lessons. He does homeworks like we're skipping school. You get the idea.
 
 
Therefore, Jones should just get the hell out of school, and let a nicer boy to be in his place and the world would be such a nicer place.
 
 
I'm not dissing him for the sake of dissing him. I'm letting my beloved juniors know the truth of JC life. Eugene, Timothy, Cheryl, Vivian and even Mary-Anne. Go to JC if you want to experience hell before dying, join me. If not, don't.
 
Note: I'm not saying Poly is a piece of cake ah.
 
 
Till again

= Sore Throats Part 2, Good morning, And In Case I Don't See You Again, Good Afternoon, Good Evening And Good Night. =
 
Oook.. (wow, side note here, just shocked myself from the next text of the words in Blogger..),  being a lil slow here, I've just noticed the new blogging layout and functions, which equals to more expressions using colours and whatever yet I've yet to realised, woohoo~
 
 
Once again, the exceptionally sore throat me has suffered another sore throat. Then again, its something not worth mentioning, maybe because I've hardly know anything less important that I want to talk about. Right.
 
 
Few things on my current thoughts in mind:
1. Moving of house
2. Misc.
 
 
Its official, and its going on right now. The broker's right in my house now, doing some transaction with my parents in my hall about the house. After living in this beloved home of mine where so many memories I've had and been thru with i.e  my first playstation game was played there, first time I got attached I was living there, had a break up there also, studied through my secondary school days there, all those stuff. Even though I've a freaky and weird neighbour now, I still do want to live here. Those days when J they all came over for projects in sec 2 days, then all those stayovers, and new year visitings. Shucks, this place is so convenient, why would anyone want to move?
 
Neeway, I'll be moving to bedok reservoir  blk 613, a second level unit. Its abit out of the way, but once its ready, I'll bringyou guys to take a look k? Think its with a balcony facing some park and an expressway.
 
 
Recently, I've been mentioned on Zat's famous blog of his, and been branded as a witty blogger and good looking. Honoured, but I think its just sheer luck that I happen to have a witty post occasionally, and the good looking part? I think it was kinda dark when you were looking at me. Girls wouldn't bother looking at me a second time, nor I would bother anyway.
 
 
The problem with JC people is that they think they know a lot already, well actually in fact, we know nuts and its just a facade that everyone is putting up a front. Girls probably think I'm already attached as I'm always with Meiyin in the morning, or because they believe, like me, to Robbie Williams who sings "all the best women are married, and the handsome men are gay". It applies both ways really. Maybe I should not be so drama with my guy friends in the canteen or something. Back to the point, some really good looking girls are lesbian, or already attached. But to contradict myself, some facially-challenged people do have partners too.
 
 
Example(this was brought up by Sihui who reminded me, been wanting to write about this for a long time): A girl by the name which starts with Mal, ends with lory and rhymes with malorie, looks nothing like the one whom her names rhymes with. As Sihui's friend puts it, looking at her will make you not able to do C maths for the rest of the year. (then again, I've not been able to do maths since I been in JC. Hm..) Its like she always has this clip on her hair, and that's nothing wrong right? Wrong, she has this weird hairstyle, i.e punk rock hair gone too short or hay-ish, and.. its just weird. Like an amateur gardener with a clipper-happy personality on the loose. Hm.
 
 
Moving on before my life starts getting shorter(reference to Chong Hu, Duan Ming ah..), I had a screening of The Truman Show in my school today. Its a freaky show, freaky in the sense of "Animal Farm","Lord Of The Flies" etc that kinda scariness. Imagine, being in a world where everything is fake, wow. The thought of it sent shivers and waves of cold waters down my spine, into my pants, and down to my shoes.  As I was deeply reflecting (read: trying not to fall asleep) during the show, two extremely insightful (read: irritating, noisy, and deserved to be slapped for disturbing me and everyone else, especially me) girls were giving their commentary throughout the movie. Its extremely disturbing, hearing voices at the back of your head when you're thinking deeply. Its almost have a mental problem, for which it was something I was going to give to the two girls who went on yakking about why the world was so unfair to Truman. But being the nice me, I succumbed to leaning forward and staring at the screen while repeating the words to myself in bid to drown those words of theirs out of my mind. It worked. And now, I'm labeled as a mental case who speaks to himself.
 
 
Just a little joke at the end part there.
 
 
As of for now, I'm still sniffing my this part of my life away, and wondering what to study tomorrow at the airport. Its the life of a sad JC student, but after that, there's fiesta at the park! Rejoice! 
  
Oh ya, cheer up Lynn, we'll still be around. And Joan, relax. You'll figure it out someday.

 
Till again.

Hungry. Very.


Neeway, there's alot that I want to blog down on this day approaching to the end of the week. Let's start with something quirky.


Rixen's Dictionary of words~!
Retarded- people who send one worded sms
Shy- low self esteemed
Handsome- a word to get any guy's attention
Pretty- not the people I see in school
Funny- spastic
Punk rock- Berzikit
Berzikt- Punk rock
Ignorant- another name for people who dont know me
Shock- what you get when ouyang does something good finally
Loser- as my class puts it, Imran. (not!)
Irritants- bad bloggers
Noise- what comes out of an idiot's mouth
Bad bloggers- redundant

Ya basically that's it, will update it, maybe somewhere the near future.


Had my chinese oral yesterday, needless to say, it wasnt fantastic. Shant say much about it. Results wise, its a D, AO, and F. Hm.


Neeway. I had band practise yesterday too, after being late thanks to oral. We did play Merry Widow, and frankly, I suck on the Trumpet, but Cornet's more me I think.


Speaking about music, occassionally I get pissed about people who think that their type of music is more superior than ours. Hey, music is music. The only difference between music, is good music and bad music.


Bad music is the type that as someone puts it, "makes your ass cringe" on the moment you hear it. Those type of music are what I hear from those who cant sing yet think they can. Example, a certain choir member in Temasek.


Good music are everything else. As long its fit for listening, it's good music.


I dont boast that I have an extensive amount of knowledge on music, but I do firmly and strongly persist on the fact that I being in a band and being around musicians have more knowledge and experience in music compared to one who has taken music lessons, piano in that sense, and I dont think have made any performances. ok, maybe the part on performances is redundant, but isn't it not true that a musician who has more exposure would have a better grasp than one who is only exposed to a certain genre?


Yes, he may be a singer of chinese songs and all, but to know band music is a whole different meaning from knowing chinese or piano songs. Yes, he may have a certain grade in music and I have none, I may not know scales, not know how to transpose, but I can be sure, that I have something that he doesnt. Expression and emotion in music. Yes he maybe in music longer than I have been, but the years spent learning music cannot win me but my interaction with conductors and people in musical careers would mean more.


We both may be music lovers, but I can be sure that my passion for music is something that he'll never possess. We both may play music, but I'm sure he'll never play like I do(not badly la..). What he lacks is the understanding and the willingness to learn from one younger than him, the acceptance of other views on music. Music is something that is shared, never possessed and owned.


What a post this has turned out to be. Till again.

Erugh.


I don't like girls like them.


I don't like teenage girls, who are boy crazy. Imagine them going "oh my god, he's so cute! Oh, its 7788! that guy is so handsome! cannot take it~"


Oh shut up already.


Its not every teenage girl. But its those kind of teeny boppers. A good example is one in my class. Erugh. Seeing her going nuts over some teacher it enough to let me put off lunch for three weeks. Its that giggly whimpering expression of hers that I just cant stand. Sorry for being evil and all, but I tell you, this is one girl I cannot stand. Take it from me. Peeps who know me know that I'm one who most of the time able to get along with people. But seriously, she's one of the extreme. For my personal safety, I wont post a photo of her in my blog, and I believed I blogged about her before. Its in May I think..


Erugh. Before I lose all my appetite, I'm off for dinner. Till again.

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I officially agree and confirm that friendster is being very buggy. my profile has a permanent "You have 1 new messages. You have 1 new friend requests! [Confirm]", even though I've repetively approved and read the msgs. Maybe they're desperate for us to stay on friendster hoping for people to get tricked or something else.


Last night was the band bbq, and for once, its the only I enjoyed myself and didnt slave over the pit. Heheh, sorry J and Ling, for leaving you two there. I was happily scaring my friends with some silly ghost stories, and its real funny to see Yimei freaking out over the old lady's head underneath the toilet door.


This bbq well, went practically the same, meaning its still us doing the last minutes errands, the last minutes mad scramble to the place, the setting up of the equipment, the starting of fire(only to weijian and vincent and alan and juling), and all the other quirky and yet important stuff that we've been doing ever since we were around. Everything was practically the same except that I didnt have my camera around snapping action-packed pics that would always serve as memories. Oh well, it was still exciting to see my section clad in the orange theme, and glad to say, the section is quite united despite of some absentees and anti-socials from our section. Shant mention who.


The gang, or part of the gang came over to my house and "hung out." Gang namely J, Roy, Alan, Vince, Lynn and Yilin(!!) It was once again, funny. It started off very badly, cos everyone was sleepy and all..not until I took out my LEGO and Vince, J and Alan started their "riot" thingy, not to mention the Haji cerimonial..*racist thingy here, details please ask me personally*, and the beheading scene of Iraq, and some other stupid scences of real life we created. Real funny. We proceeded to watch "Mean Girls", while munching to microwave popcorn. What happened after that doesnt really matter, and if I did put it down, I'll be condemning myself to the hells of mundane blogs.


Speaking of mundane blogs, it seems its really "cool" to have blogs. Everyone these days are popping and hopping on the band wagon for one. And its none of my business what they write or put on their blogs, but somedays, I'm just too sadistic to torture myself to read what they put on their blogs. How can anybody blog about their daily life routine??? How can anyone blog about what they're studying and the details about them? Who wants to know and DNA and some synethesis thing? One more lil thingy issue. Is anybody here able to stand typing like these? "Den nxt dae… tues… mt paper… din really studied… onli study the idioms… but dammit… all the words came frm tb… as a result I lost 4 marks for 1st section le… actually I dun wanna study at all… but… hm… coz I promised liang yan tat I wud study… so.. I haf to… tat’s it lahz…" Yes, its the "..." and the horrible internet lingo. Oh for goodness sake, do write in proper english, it only reflects your intellect, or rather typing like that insults your intellect. I seriously think people who dot too much should have their keyboard broken into two. Abit sevre, but its the only way they'll learn. They should have a name for this sickness. Dotty fingers or something. And what's with the To XX:Blah blah blah; To YY:Bloo bloo bloo..Not cool.


The worst thing is, I know these people. I dont even dare to link them up, its an insult to my blog. So sue me.


Have anyone read the newspaper?? Oh shucks. Temasek gaining more fame. And I cant believe they put Morni's photo here. Yeah, she's the suckiest and lousiest(?) teacher I've had in secondary school. Even Eng had a puny amount of knowledge in him. I doubt she had, all she knew was waking people up and intimidating people by looking up to them. Oo. Scary. I'm still sore over the test that she hasn't return me. Anyway, I cant believe how the school crapped about fame and all that crap. Like ya, they really do bother about what students really want to do. Bullcrap. Total bullcrap, and the biggest load of it I've seen, OY.


Its a sad sad world, with sad sad people in it. What would it do without people like you in it? Alot better I guess. Heh. Till again.


PS: Michael Buble's Moondance is a wonderful piece of music. Do hear it. And I've a new poll up, do participate.

I'm waiting/wanting to commit into something.


No i won't commit myself into my studies, for now at least. I'll just wait for my results before I go nuts about my books.


I want to commit myself to do something passionately again. I want to be deeply mesmerized and enraptured again into it so much that I forget what's going on in the world. I want to be void of all troubles and see the world only in this wonderful light. I want to be brought to a world to limbo-likeness, a point of no return, a place where time stands still and the whole universe stops moving. I want that feeling again.


But where can I do it?


Can I find in TWE? No. My time there has long passed, and its high time I moved on from there. There's only so much an ex-member can do(unless you're Zat, but that's a different story again), and I for one isn't one who has been a big contributer in music wise. Its not the same to go back again.


Can I find in Mjc? Don't think so. The only time when my head goes blank is when the lecturer goes yaking about some god-forsaken topic on Globalisation or what nots. The band is not passionate about music(yet), and the people don't seem real. I don't know much yet, its only 6 months.


Can I find it at home? Next please.


There's an emptiness inside me for very long. I need something to fill it up. Sand or something. I wont even mention the blasted word. You know what it is. That word that failed me, the thingy. Erugh.


Neeway, school's beginning again tomorrow. Another term of wretched work. Till again.

You must be going crazy with all that love going on inside you and not letting it out.


Or something like that.(referring to above)


Currently I'm having a hell of a headache, but I've got to get this down.


What a Sunday. Swimming in the morn, and followed by two cramps. Not menstural or anything ya.


Apologies to Alan.. really sorry, we just didnt know how to get in, as in the approach. Really.


Neeway, got my second frame for my puzzle, anyone is welcome to see it. Its the one that Cheryl and gang got me that time, finally got it done last night with my dad.


Spiderman 2 is a hell of a movie. Enjoyed it inside out, and anyway around it.


A mouse call Ojeo. ;)


I think at times I'm an egoist. Somehow or another, I think I do or say things that will not offend anyone, or rather I think that I cant think of anyone who hates me. But how good is that? Maybe its because I've never done anything great enough to make peopel hate me. oh well. Like in the chat I said to Weijian, I've always been one in the background, backstage kinda stuff. I'm not the kind who shines great and upfront. I can picture myself but I'm dont think I'm just suited for this kind of work. Is it a must that work gets appreciated? To me yes, it has to be, recognised in a way or another. Let it be I guess, when the time is right, things will be in its right path.


Such a pessimistic post.

Sorry about the pics below, abit blur, but you cant expect much from a camera phone ma.


Anyway, last night went better than I expected it to be. For once, TMS had really some good actors, but some really cant act actors, in other words cannot make it. Doh, i.e the little boy. Oh man, they should hav some better casting for him, but I guess the rest of the cast were pretty fine.


Quite hilarious, seeing Ren Feng acting so bitchy and all. That totally cracks me and Roy up, esp. when Lana/Christine who is one of the better actoress was doing her stuff. Sitting right in front isnt that bad you know, you can see people for getting their lines and the other person mouthing her lines for her. Fun~


But the highlight to me was how wonderfully the band played. Shucks, they're like FANTASIC. I cant believe I wasnt a part of them anymore. Major dang, but they still made the whole band proud. Anyone reading this, good job!


And so, I think i wont be having photos to upload into my albums. People who took some want me to upload, Just MSN me, or send me the pics directly.

Oh ya, I had a good/bad seat last night. Go figure.

let's have a little story here. this is how tiring practicing for a musical can get you.

but the satisfaction you see here is worth twenty nights of sleep.

Oh my god..


Its damn freaky to know what people are looking for online, and they end up in my blog.


I have people seaching for "Rickson Tan". Stalker??? Haaha.. Prob someone who's trying to find out more about me. Just approach me ler, not need to find online ma. Then i have people look for " Pics of tv boy stars in underwear". 'Nuff said. A better one is "Picture of Movie Stars". Got a hit from "Brighten your day", and yet another "Rickson Tan".


Weird. plain weird.