So here comes the day before a new year begins, and it's just any other day.

I'm alone at home, with my sister sleeping away. The VCD I was watching has ended, and the blogs I read often have been read. So it's my turn to return the favour and blog for all to read.

As usual, on the last day of 2005, maybe it's just apt to have a little reflection of sort on this year.

2005 is my JC2 year, and the year where I take my A level. It was madness enough with all the studying, but it was made rather enjoyable with the help of alot of friends I've met in class and beyond the class.

It took a year for the class to bond together really much better, minus a few anti-socials, and it was fun while the class lasted. The real eventfuls stuff are too much to be put down in words, but yeah, it just warms the heart when you think about it. I think people like to see their names on others blog, so let's just put them down in words:
(same people la, actually)
Azhar, Shawn, Irfan, Eugene, Gwen, Chris, Min, Clarissa, Clare, Cherie, Canice etc etc.

Then there comes the people outside the class, who also take a major role in my JC life, the MJCSB people.

I think my life is very band-oriented. Nearly all my good friends are band-mates, including some we met outside band, but that's a different story. These band friends are really those who shared a similar interest and common goal towards a dream that we all strive to achieve. People like... (loads of names again..)
: Trumpeters(all of you), Percussionists(all the juniors and seniors) and the ATP people whom I got to know better in Genting.

That saved alot of time. Heh.

It's always fun to make music with buddies, and it's even more fun to do it overseas! My dream of performing out of Singapore was made true when I attended the Genting trip, and came back with satisfactory results. Ha. Well, if I ain't got no Brisbane or Japan, Genting'll do fine.

All in all, I was pretty happy in 2005. And I think happiness lies alot in yourself. I know of a few constantly happy people, and I think I belong among them. Sometimes, the key top being happy is just denial, or rather, ignoring things that'll make you unhappy. Some things are uncalled for, like excessive brooding on whether you have true friends, or whether the world like or hate you. Sometimes these things are obvious, sometimes not worth your time at all.

Maybe being happy all lies in the mind. Some people are happy without a partner, some people are happy without good grades, some people are happy without friends, some people are happy without a life. Haha, but that's just to say, maybe it's time to be contended with the little things in life people do for us, be it important or not. Maybe its time to listen to the simple pleasures in life, stop trying to be things we are not, and be people we were meant to be. Maybe it's time that I should stop discriminating people whom I've not liked, just like everyone else should.

Maybe those without partners should just love their company of friends.
Maybe those without good grades should just be happy about their CCA and stuff.
Maybe those without friends should just be happy about their family.
Maybe those without a life should find one. Haha.

Ah well. Let's hope 2006 be a better year. Without any more stupid people screwing up anything, and no more mosquitoes.


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So it's finally Christmas. And its ending in let's say.. 45 mins.

Christmas in all its glory, isn't what it used to be anymore these days. Maybe its commercialisation, maybe it's me losing what I used to believe in as a kid, or maybe it's just desensitization.

Been watching the anime "Full-Metal Alchemist". To cut the long story short, it's about two brothers who wanted to revive their mom, so they did forbidden alchemy, and lost an arm, leg and the other a whole body. They're trying to find the Philosopher(?) Stone (no relation to that of Harry Potter please.) to get their original bodies back blah blah blah. But the crux of the storyline bases on this phrase:

"Equal exchange of value"

It kinda makes sense, especially to me since I believe in karma alot these days. Definitely, life is fair. What we loose we gain in return, what we gain, we loose something equal. I remember some posts far behind, I said that I was envious of alot of things that my friends had, and I asked what do I have to compare to them. Zat gave me a simple answer that made me..satisfied forever. He said I had a loving family, which makes a hell load of sense.

So maybe that's why I never ask for Christmas presents or birthday presents from my folks anymore (except to tease them). What a wonderful topic to remember on this day of Christmas. The stuff they buy for me now is completely obligatory on their side, and I tell you this, I've never pestered them for it. I'm such a good boy. Haha.


A little update on my knee thingy. It's confirmed, I'm having such a condition on my knee is all due to birth defect, which is undetectable till it hurts, i.e. in my case. This kinda sucks, knowing I'm actually born to be slightly crippled. I've decided, that when I have a kid, I wouldn't ask for a genius, a handsome or pretty girl. All I ask for would be a healthy, normal child.

I had that thought when I was on my way home today. I sat on the railings of the bus queue when I was bumped into by someone really hard. I spun around in anger only to see a kid's back. I was silently cursing whether he was retarded or something, but it turns out, that upon boarding the bus, the kid sat opposite me with her ( I think its a her) mum, and well, she was different from us. I did feel bad about cursing before, and I wondered how the mom felt upon knowing the fate of her child.

Ah nuts. I just wished that maybe things will work out better for that kid's family.


Merry Chirstmas to all.

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And the weather outside is frightful..blahblahblah..LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW!!!

Right. If it really starts snowing, that'll be very frightful. Anyway, its darn ironic how those TV stars go around prancing on tv singing that, and act that its really snowing in some comuputer simulated house, and sit around laughing in a living room while wearing some wintery clothers that half the Singaporeans who never go overseas will never ever wear.

Christmas. The time of year my pocket become lighter and lighter. I need a JOB!

Relief-teaching hasn't been successful. Or rather, the application of it. So far, I've not been accepted by any schools, but they say they'll contact me when they have a need for me. Hm. (that sounded wrong.)

This year's broke-ness has gotten so bad, that I'm resorting to making hand-made gifts for everyone. Maybe minus a few store bought but cheap ones (along with a home made sincere note. Heh.) I've got to get on with that gift making. Its getting tedious.

Last night's X'mas gathering was rather subdued. And as usual, the late was FREAKING late. But as usual with an excuse. I left earlier with the Bedok people, since I was amazingly sleepy and somewhat bored. These gatherings have lost it's spark. Maybe I'm wrong.

Off to get some breakfast. And on with the gift-making!!

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate this festive thingy.

Baolun's leaving tomorrow. Won't be back till 5th. Darn.

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Wookay, I've got a new handphone, and a new number. Please refer to my Msn for it. Just in case some weirdo picks up my blog and start to harass me with late night phone calls. Not that I mind since I've free in-coming calls. Haha.

Going to get a job somehow today. Quite desperate for $. Let's see how this'll turn out. Wish me luck.


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Whoa, the previous post was post 333. Amazing.


Been a long way since I've blogged, and I'm like sneezing alot these days. Flu I say.

So Joel an Wee Kiat are back from BMT, both of whom I've not met yet. BMT seems to be a big thing now for people my age.

Its been like this:

A: Eh, when you going in?
B: Oh, erh Jan, Feb, March, April..
A: Wa. You lucky ah.. Blah blah blah, must make good use of time.

And so on.

ERh. Got to go now. Folks being... folksy. Especially the female one. Bah.

Not having a handphone really sucks. TOO reliant on technology.

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An hour ago I told my cousin on msn I'll be sleeping. An hour later, I'm still here blogging.


Actually, I was looking through Friendster profiles and the photos. Voyuerism at its best, or what's avaliable to me. Most of the photos posted up were the prom, since it was the greatest event, or the band Genting trip.


Then, I had the urge to just blog. Since its nearing 1am, please don't blame if its just a random post.


I wonder, if there was a Prom where girls didn't put too much make up, guys didn't dress the same, or people dress too...flashy-ly. Its funny how we dress up to something we definitely are not for a night that would be just any other once it has past, only photos to remind us of the mindless walks down shopping districts or what-so-ever to prepare for the night. I'm just smiling to myself now how stupid I've been to actually hope that I'll be outstanding at prom- who was I kidding? Never was and never will be. But still, Prom did let me see that some people do know how to dress, some people don't, some people were mere copycats of fashion, while some just were glad to attend and bask in the company of friends.

By the way, side note here about the MC for our prom. He was an Indian, and somehow he seemed to love to crack lame Bollywood jokes. Some were actually funny, but rest were dis-tasteful, and it reflected badly how we were by laughing along. Tsk. Somehow these days, I'm quite against racist jokes. Maybe its the jailed blogger thingy, but its just not funny anymore.

Anyway, if you asked me if I would want to relieve prom, I'd say no. As mentioned in previous post, i.e. the Prom one, I said that I had to be displaced from table to table simply due to stupidity. Maybe it was out of nice-ness, but really, to think back, I wondered why did I allow myself to move away instead of... never mind.

Ergh. I can't stand the way I'm blogging.

Oh, I've found a new policy that I'm trying to stick to:
If you've got nothing nice to say about someone, don't say anything.

It does make sense at times. Especially now when blogging about prom rakes up my memory about some...individual whom I've never actually taken fancy to and how he had acted. Irk.

I do pity people who, do try to be nice, yet end up as irritating. I know at least 2 of such people, and seriously, they've never scolded me, but their mere actions simply repells people.

So here we go, its 1am, and another has started for an hour. Half of us are already sleeping, while the other half is trying to.

Why do people love to pretend that melancholy is the mood to go when they blog? I've read plenty a blog where the owner would wallow deep, waist deep, neck deep, deep deep deep in self pity about how its sad to be them, about life being crappy, about hwo no one understands them, and how no one actually thinks about them. Its fine really, if its a momentary thing, but it gets stupid, really stupid once you over do it. Then this song comes into mind, even though its a real good song:


Augustana, Boston

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun...
oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed, this world you must've crossed...you said...

you don't know me, you don't even care,
you don't know me, you don't wear my chains.

Essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across an open field,
when flowers gaze at you, they're not the only ones who cry when they see you
you said.

you don't know me, you don't even care,
you don't know me, you don't wear my chains.

Ehe said I think I'll go to Boston.
I think I'll start a new life, I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain.
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new tow, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice.
Boston...where no one knows my name.


The melancholy is overwhelming. But its not the way to go. Maybe its a teenage phase, maybe its just self esteem down in the drains.


What a night. By the way, Paulina, one of my beloved junior turned 17 on the 15th of December, along with Lynn Fu, also my beloved junior. Happy birthday to them.

I need a new skin.

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Ok, here's a little message to all my friends:

Sadly, I've lost my first phone, along with the sim card. Duh. So I'm currently phoneless, since my parents want to sell off my LG phone since it is still valuable, as in it still possess a value for a trade in. So if there's anything important you need to find me or tell me, please call my home, or just drop me a mail, at rixen87@hotmail.com. Thanks.


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Since everyone is blogging about the fantastic Genting trip, it'll be a shame for me not to do the same. Heck, it'll be the same content, but maybe my presentation will be different. Cos I've got pictures~ Pretty pretty pictures~

Basically, the trip was a waste of time. Haha.We really had too much time on our hands that we didn't know what to do with it, thanks to the great TIC whom mis-informed us that we'll only have two sessions of little Free-and-Easy, we were all unprepared.

But being creative MJCSB members, we've fought boredom and ended up doing retarted stuff. Like playing brdige over and over and over again, eating, slacking at each other rooms when we were not supposed to, eat, and even sleep. Besides all that, of course we had the main event itself, the band competition.

This was really a competeition, for those who have no idea, the scores(not the paper with notes we played, but the results in numbers) were flashed on screen together with our grades. And there was the ranking and all that jazz too. So we played our two pieces worth, two being Singapore Rhapsody Movement 2(which is my most hated song..) and Noah's Ark(which is now my favourite), and we palyed them with style~

To re-iterate what everyone who were playing said, Noah's Ark was filled with emotion and really, the solo's made my hair stand, from my hairy feet to my bushy eyebrows. Whoa, was the only word to describe. I have to get hold of the recording of the competition..

So once the competition ended, we had to wait for like 6 to 7 hours for out results, since the judges had to deliberate over it(like whatever). So meanwhile, we slept in Juling's room and thanks to Fabian's sudden annoucement, we rushed down, in Juling's words, "like the hotel was collapsing".

Let's face it, we were ranked second, behind Orchid Park Sec. But there were only 4 gold bands, and we were only 0.08% behind them, and that was due to an oversight, technical glitch or what you call it. Ask me personally, or on msn and I'll explain to you. Some of us felt it was the end of the world and started to bawl and cry. Maybe Junwen was right, they just had their hopes too high, and some of us couldn't swallow our pride. However, the rest of us felt rather satisfied since we knew deep down, we were the best.

Ok ok, I can't resist doing the techincal breakdown of the score. So here goes:

The grading system goes like this,
Gold- 85% and above
Silver-can't remember the rest. Those who do, please remind me.
Bronze and the rest, ditto.

So our final score was:
S'pore Rhap Mvt2- 421/500,
Noah's Ark- 430/500.
Total, 85.12% Gold! Wee. But we still lost by 0.08%. Oh well..

On the last night, when we were going to perform for the closing ceremony, one of the orgainsers annouced that they were upgrading all the grades up. So silver became golds, and golds became gold with distinction. Hm.. Somehow, that kinda cheapened the award, but at least our penalty and our injustice was showed to the whole world to see. Our real grade in the end was:
SRMvt2-443/500, and Noah's Ark- 453/500. Whoopdeedoo! It was an astounding 89.6%!

However, because of the penalty, which took of 5% of the total score, it was 85.12%. At least now everyone knew we were the best. Like duh. They could have heard it for themself.

So yay, we were the best.

Another highlight was Donovan himself, whom became a celebrity due to his "style". It didn't take long for nearly everyone to start imitating him and his catch phrases. And we also realised that he together with some of his VS guys didn't know how to play Heart Attack the card game and along with some other. We really laughed till our stomach ached.


Ok, time to post some pictures(some is going to be understatment):


The gang checking out the view of the theme park


Sarah the beautiful hair.


Junyang the Diva. Similar pose hor.


Beautiful view of our trumpets



Beautiful view behind the trumpeters


Three Lings of the Perc: Peiling, Kailing and Juling


Three of my favourite gals in the the bands.(dunno whose hand is that..)


And the tingtongs at work again..

Escaping the horrible lunch to eat at Kenny Rogers


The Ace and the Joker..(reversed roles. heh.)


Remember, SAY NO TO PORN!! ALT-F4!!


Beautiful Ballroom for our cocktail party.. which only included fidsh nuggets, noodles, apple crumble and strudel.


We look positively happy about taking photo with our malaysian counter parts.


Very happy.


Dawn..why your face like that??


Neighbours, Donovan(what the hell!) and Me.


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I survived Prom.


At Fullerton!


Right now its like 3 am, and I'm trying to look for worthy photos to be placed first. Alot of group shots were shaky, thanks to shaky handed photographer, so not alot are group shots. I want the class photos and the one right outside the hall with the class gang, so please do send them to me if you see me, in one week's time.

Prom wasn't a too exciting event, but it was an "enriching experience". People are like glam, prettier and better looking than they ever looked, but minus the cliched-dressing, fashion wise, no one over or underdressed, maybe except me. Hm.

Its like a few hours before my reporting time at school, and I don't intend to sleep, since it'll make me even more sleepy, so I've decided to do this instead. So enjoy the photos, and the rest will be uploaded into a better album than Imagestation, when I get back from Genting.


China man, confirmed not malay nor vampire.


A full bodyshot of Azhar and me, handsome eh.


Class guys, or at least those I hang out with.


And Baolun and I, looking more fabulous than I've ever seen.



Even though due to unforseen(actually I predicted something of the sort may happen) circumstances, I had to change seats twice, of which it wasn't my fault at all. But nonethelss, the food I got in the end was darn satisfying. Shark's fin(sory animal activists), scallop, and all those yummy chinese dishes we usually eat at weddings. Wasn't too chummy the food, but not much to complain. The company was great, and loads of photo-taking went on. I wondered whether the Real Star Awards was at the Fullerton or at Mediacorp. Any of us could have beaten Zoe Tay or Tay Ping Hui hands down that night. Haha.

So in three hours time, I'll be on the bus to Genting, probably snoring my way up there, since I'm not sleeping now. All I pray is that Pok and Tsz Yan will let us sleep in peace. What a night.

And if I appear to be tired in the photos, it's cos I really am tired..




All in all, Prom was worth it.

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Countdowns.

So as December creeps in, so does Christmas.

Officially, its 2 days to Prom, 3 days to Genting, and 23 days to Christmas.

Wow, so much activites, so little time, so little money.

(what's with the one liners??) I'm really sleepy these days, even though band pracs are getting shorter as they go by, but I'm getting increasingly tired. I'm too tired to game, to draw, to read, or to even blog long entries. I'm quite worried really, about Prom. I've a feeling that it'll be not as glam as I think it will be, and its too much trouble for what's it worth. Just in case I've not mentioned, its $95, of which came entirely from my pocket. Thus the loss of another 2 kg.

Just finished my application for relief teaching. I just hope its approved, and I can get to somewhere near like Telok Kurau Primary, especially since some of my primary school teachers are still there, and I have quite fond memories of them.

Tomorrow's another day of December, and draws closer to the end of this year. I wonder if I'll ever do the things I've said I'd set out to do. But sometimes I don't see the need to. This year has been an eventful year for me, be it nice or not. But that's for another blog post, near the end of the year.

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