I guess its offfcially a weekly thing now.

What other luxurious time do I have except on saturday mornings, to sit down and actually blog??? Speaking of which, next sat there's a maths test. Mock exam really. Nuts.

So people around are being quite affected, no surprises for guessing its from the Prinicipal's speech. It kinda makes load of sense to make sacrifices now, "for the sake of our future". But hell, what's our future like?

Cherie gave me this thought, quite morbid but yet true. So let's say, we end our day in school, after a freakingsession of consultations about who knows what, countless essays and binomial questions or the sort. Then, as we cross the road to the other side (can you guess where I'm leading to?), we get knocked down by a car, or bus, or something glam-er like a Porsche.

So we lie on the ground, in pain. And you feel pain in your chest, and you know you're dying. (definitely morbid. After effects of too much Harry Potter I say) So you begin to reflect on your last few moments, spent with books, papers, and questions you still can't solve. Darn, you should have done more if we knew something like that was coming. Heck, you're dying a virgin!

Ok ok, enough of that. I think you'll get my drift. But it ain't something worth dwelling over. We all know we aren't dying anytime soon, so there goes the weasling out of our homework excuse. But really, the one thing I've been thinking about since my block tests was, what kind of shit am I getting myself into? JC life is nuts. To all juniors out there once again, unless you love to mug, or exceptionally clever, don't come to JC please.

So its a few more weeks to prelims, a few more months to A's. People always say, the hour before dawn's the darkess. Maybe all these will pay off someday. Maybe it won't. Maybe I'll end up despondent, throwing myself to Thailand and be Tuk Tuk driver, and die of erh.. bird flu caught from a toilet seat.

Har har.

I getting attached to my JC class. But I always know that I'm never the hip one. You know, one of the randoms, occassionally here, occasionally there. The people there are fun, but I fear the big dominant clique thingy. Oh well. Who am I to stop anything.

Generation gap my ass, Anwar.

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I'll love to blog something, but I just can't get proper thoughts into words these days.

Tired la.

Sorry for disappointing, if anyone's reading. And no, I'm not depressed or suicidal and stuff.

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Guy with spilt ends.


Had my hair cut today. Somehow or rather, I always end up with spilt ends. Shall shave bald someday. Save me the trouble of worrying about hay hair.

Anyway, random though occured to me while reading Joel's blog(the one who everyone reads):
- how in the world do we pronouce "joaquim"?

Do we say it as "joe-kim"; "wa-kim"; "woa-kim"; or "joe-a-kuim"?

Its like Johan De Meij(Mejj?), pronouced Yohan, not Jo-han. So should John be call Yohn? Haha, Yonathan,Yohnny, all the Jo- names and the likes.

All the weird words in the english lingo. We speak it nearly everyday, and half the time we murder the language. Just like how the Chinese murder english and the English murder chinese. (not bloodshed, this is a family friendly posts) Maybe I should furthur my studies into linguistics. But by the look of my -ahem- absymal(?) results for gp, failing the essay for the 3rd/4th time, language isn't my strongest suit anymore, and with that, nothing else it.

Maybe I should give up the hope that I was put on earth for a reason, since I ain't contributing much to whatever I'm seeing or believing in now. Like maybe others, I'm just an emo-soul wandering, sobbing away and blaming life for the lemons its throwing at me, and I don't fancy lemonades. Thank god I don't have an allergy to lemons or anything citrus. You know the saying, "when life throws you lemons, make lemonade"? If I had an allergy, it'll be "when life throws you lemons, swell up and die". Shall stop here, before I become pseudo-philosophical.

But seriously again, let's be thankful that its only lemons that life's giving us, not bombs. My condolences to those in the London tragedy. May their souls rest in peace and loved ones grieving be comforted. Time will heal all wounds.

Believe in karma. It'll make you a better person.

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So I went to Sentosa. (and played Halo 2 before that. I wanna go Azhar's place and play again..)

Let's just get this over and done with. Description of what was done there could simply be put into a few words.

We-

1. played volleyball(minus me)
2. played frisbee (minus me)
3. played water volleyball (minus me, Christine and Clarissa)
4. played water frisbee (minus me, Christine and Clarissa)
5. played indian poker
6. sat and talked
7. knew shocking facts, trust me, you don't wanna know.
8. ate food as punishment, Azhar's cake to be exact.
9. got burnt in the face, slighty.
10. went home.

And that's in a nutshell. Have some pics and videos, they'll be up in my imagestation album if you wanna see it.

Contary to what Justin said, I haven't been blogging not becuase of what he said, but rather, I'm suffering from something called "computer no have internet". Get it? The com in my room is without a modem, so if I have to get online, I'll have to kapok my sis's com's modem. Anyway that com's cranky, and sooner or later, I'll kapok everything there to my com. Muahah. But seriously, myabe JC life is getting quite humdrum, erh, boring in other words. I've run out of exciting stuff to bitch, can't be bothered about stupid people anymore, and maybe in the near future may close down this space.

Na. Love blogging too much. Thank you all for reading. Even if you hate me. I know you do. Harhar, getting a little big headed here. Off to finish up work now.

And I say again, stop sending me chain letters. I'll put a curse on one that curses the person who sends stupid chain letters. I don't care about what guys need to know or what girls need to know. Maybe you do, but not me.

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Places in Singapore that's absolutely a waste of money for me to go.

1) Sentosa.
I can't play beach volleyball and all that games, I'm skinny to bare my ribs around, the food is ex and sucks, the attractions are only for rich tourists who haven't got places to spend their money around. Now tell me why would I want to go there?

2) Any other beach events.

Seriously, I have nuts idea about why teens in S'pore are so hyped up about going to Sentosa. Its plain boring, unless you have events like Balloon Hat Fest or somethings like that, other than that, its crap to go there. Why do people want to travel to some end of Singapore, pay to enter and use practically everything there, and where potato chips costs 2 bucks when it costs 80cents in mainland? Maybe the only perk to go there would be the cleaner beach. Oh well.

The reason I'm complaining about Sentosa is that my class is going there for a class outing. I'm fine about going out with my class. But I can just imagine the sight now, I'll be sitting alone while the others are beach volleyball-ing, or flaunting cellulite. Just kidding. YAWNS. Its the company that matters really, but I don't see how I can entertain myself though. It sucks to have a bad knee. And I'm not going to be caught dead with that nutter in public. Not as if breathing the same air as him is bad enough.

Have I ever blogged about him? Don't think so.. but its too disgusting for me to even think about him to blog about him. Just imagine this ugly, conceited, fugly-hair with too much gel then, now a ball of shaven fuzznuts, fugly bag with hibiscus or some flower, and add in the absolute person whom you hate the most, be it guy, girl, gay, auntie or weird. THAT's how much I loath him. Eerk. Gotta disinfect my fingers after typing about him.

Obviously I'm a little grumpy.

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Suddenly, I'm blogging again.

Yups, that's me right in the flesh bone and whatever's left of me now. Like every other JC student that blogs, I too have just finished the mad mid years(like that ring to it) yesterday. And I've lost 3 kgs studying for it. Please don't envy me for that, since I'm like 45 kg now, and that's severely underweight for a 170 cm guy.


So first things first (duh). Sorry to all those who faithfully check back to see if I've blogged, or so I assume. Its a mad life I'm in, so irregularities are part and parcel. Been checking out blogs that I've not read and surprise surprise surprise! Zat's been blogging more consisitently even though the last post was by J, Eugene actaully updated his when I was just thinking of deleting his link from my blog. That's Eugene Lim from TWE by the way.

There's this new thingy that's bugging me. Like every other thing that rubs me the wrong way, here I am bitching about it. Ok, imagine this. You've got an outing planned, and decided to ask your friends out. So you send some smses, hoping for a "yes" reply. BUT! someone would reply this "where? when? who got go?". And no peiling, its not only you I'm talking about. It's general yeah.

Ok, that's perfectly normal for some, but one must realise the pure annoyance from these few questions. Usually these questions precede the "see first" answer, when you can't confirm attendance of the no. of people going. Like hell, if someone isn't going along, can't the outing be as fun? Nuts.

Ee. I'm ranting.

Suddenly, I realised I'm alone at home with my sleeping sis. Gotta wake her up for her driving lesson. Random.

As we get older, the number of things we can do seems much much limited. When I was much younger, ok maybe just 3 years back, I would have loads of activites to entertain myself, i.e. my toys(yes I do have toys and I still keep them. No one's too old for toys k.), books and talk to my mom. But now I rarely see my home for more than 6 hours a day, minus the snoozing hours, home seems more like house now.

For some time, I've blogged. Well, longer than most of the people I have on my links. Nothing to be proud of, but somehow with the surge of bloggers, blogging seems very mundane after a while. I saw an article from someone's newspaper awhile ago, by Mr Miyagi, one of S'pore's famous blogger (blegh) who said, you can't throw a stone now without hitting a blogger. How true is that?

I recall the days when blogging was a hype and now it still is. Some of us would just do it since everyone's doing it, and like they say, its a place for them to "let loose". But give them 4 months, or some even less, the posts gets shorter and shorter till the blogs just die. Absolute death into nothingness. It then leads me to this very mumbo jumbo question: So why am I still blogging?

Let's face it, everyone loves attention to a certain extent. I like seeing the reaction of what people have to say about what I think. No that's not because of a troubled childhood, but who doesn't like a comment or tag that goes "hey good post" of sort? I think, blogging has become a part and parcel of my life so much so that sometimes when I have thoughts, I rather blog it down here then to say it out. Cowardice? Probably.

When one blogs, no one can really judge how you say it, and how you really are. Its all perceived isn't it? Its like I can take on any identity of a real arty farty guy who seems to know everything, or just a nice guy who say nice things. Its the veil of hidden identiy that makes blogging appealing. Cowardice, in other words.

The number of readable, i.e. tolerable blogs that I read has fallen, dwindled to a scary number. I consistenly read less then 10 blogs now. Its not that the others are lousy blogs, its just not content worthy to keep you hooked on reading. And its amazing to see how the content of those blogs change as company changes. Like how Roy blogs about his poly life, and I of my JC one, J about his daily problems and queries. From there you can realise how much the role of the people who once were part of their lives just fade and are replaced. I know I'm replaced from J and the rest. Who can blame me? I don't belong to the poly crowd, and heck, our schedule clash and I don't meet up for jams anymore. Not surprising at all.

No such thing as a lousy blog I say, just the style of blogging. You can have the endless ranter, or the docile bambi bimbo who laments about love day and night, or my style random structureless entries, its still a blog. Just annoys different group of people who reads.


I shall be off to enjoy while I can. Mugging resumes on Tuesday.

Sorry for the typos if any. I'm too lazy to spellcheck.


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