teacher's day

before my jc class split and we went our seperate ways to our own secondary schools, i was asked, if i was proud of mine.(!are you?)i cant and wont exactly say i am, but but... i sure am proud of 4-1, the class of class! we may not be the coolest bunch guys around...but we re definitely the most united...

oh yea, and did i mention, we got THE class jersey.man, the rest dont even come close...
okay, i guess this shld be on the class blog instead(oh man our class blog the shyt too), but...well...kinda lazy
oh, and hey, it was really good having insane kampung outside the canteen.just like the old days.

banana pancakes

its been a real banana pancakes weekend.

eights days a week

wednesday ended badly
thursday was supposed to be a good day.but it sucked pretty much too.
friday(tomorrow) welcomes the weekend

i have issues!
like tissues.
should be kept in a pocket.
or rather, used and thrown away.

friday was relatively good though.
hell it was great.

but you ought to know, when you reach the point in life, where you have to start counting the number of good days you get a week, stuffs not really right.

right?

if you come here often enough...

you'd notice that its different.

i believe i do(yes!i read my own blog alot!weird huh)... but the point is... its so much better that this is a blog now...its not as funny like it used to be and stuffs , but well, at least its meaningful and kinda sentimental?and it is a blog.i kinda abandoned the idea of starting another journal cos it gets really lonely and depressing and looking back, its nothing but a misery dairy.

this post will be released late, away from the limelight like several other posts which have been left as drafts cos i lack the courage to post em.
if you see this, i guess ure just lucky, or maybe scanning my archives, or maybe hey!someone actually cares about me enough to do this!

im home early today.about 3.30?the house is empty, quiet and i am all alone...

k ill make it a point to do something funny soon enough.WAIT FOR IT!

deep inside of me

words alone cannot explain what i feel now.
it is a mixture of admiration,inspiration, love, achievement,satisfaction,disappointment, joy,sadness and utter contentedness .

well, im actually talking about Catholic High Scout Group's 60th anniversary celebration.
to those who know me, its kinda the big scout thing that i ve been going back to cat high everyday for.

it's over now, but hell, was it good.
solid goodness.

when i stepped back into VJ on monday morning, it just wasnt the same anymore, it was different.
now i know where i truly belong, what made me, shaped me and taught me so much.
i ve never missed cat high so much before,
but then again, i cant say its cat high.
its the damn troop, and every single one of you ventures and scouts, its the freaking people, fomr sai meng and jing chengs undying commitment, to josh's inspirational, motivational and impeccable imba leadership, han xun just squeezing my laughing box dry, keefe, jun xiang and cody just pissing me off everday but forcing me to just lose it all with their crazy antics, and the places too...the den and the qm and the field just buzzing with activity as we rush to meet a seemingly impossible deadline.

and at last, at night,when it is all over and the field is quiet again,
we sit on top of the gate way, watched by the three tips of the circle that catch the moon among them.and just bond.and talk.about stuff, that really matters.

really, it has been my privilege, to be in this troop, and to have worked with all of you.

it was just insane.but looking back.i totally miss it.
totally.this post doesnt even do the experience justice.





(my first picture in ages!gosh!)



guys, this post, this post's for you, all of you.

wa lau....this the shyt man seriously.

recently i've been...

mut talk

im gonna make u talk like a mut.
(using chinese style, oh the irony!)

okay every heard of han yu pin yin.
well theres the first sound,second sound third sound and fourth sound.

so...
first sound will be denoted by(1)
and 2nd(2) and 3rd(3) and 4th (4),
you kinda get the idea.

so...
try the following pasage:

to(1)day(2) i(1) ve(3)ry bored, i(1) got(2) to fee(1)neesh(3)
my(1) gp essay, but i very bo(3) liao(1)...

wth...

sucks.

[che-pat. atas!atas!]

this stranger beside me

as i sat in silence,
i couldnt help but wonder.
who was this person
i used to know so well
share joy and sorrow
and all my thoughts
and all my fears

gone are the feelings of ease and please
now in their place
are insecurities
upon tension
upon fear
sealed in by an unbounding sadness

who are you.
my friend.
who taught me
confidence, belief, humour, friendship,love.

now its just.
distance upon distance, and silence... more silence.

same shit different day.
access to all information
mooing
woodsurfing
guy or girl
bus rides
hikes
calls
movies
latenight msns

i cant tell you how proud i was.and am.
or how good it was.
and how i long to turn back time.

but.
to the stranger beside me,
it dont mean a thing
just different names for the same thing

i found the original!

I Build Walls

I build walls:
Walls that protect,
Walls that shield,
Walls that say I shall not yield
Or reveal
Who I am or how I feel.

I build walls:
Walls that hide,
Walls that cover what’s inside,
Walls that stare or smile or look away,
Silent lies,
Walls that even block my eyes
From the tears I might have cried.

I build walls:
Walls that never let me
Truly touch
Those I love so very much.
Walls that need to fall!
Walls meant to be fortresses
Are prisons after all.

credits-julian benjamin hong.

just thought id share it with you all

Keeping Myself

have
i
ever
told
you.

how absolutely stunning a smile you have.that the best response i can master is a stupid small boy smile
or how your laughter just drives me crazy
and your voice, its angelic man

and your personality,
and your courage
and your humour
are akin to apples of gold in a summer setting

but i can t freaking touch you.
i cant'. shan't.musn't.wont.

the gear guide

on a school day...

the uniform gives me confidence, warmth and protection.
the long pants give me height and the pockets store my hands and hanky.
my hands find a comfortable stance.my hanky's handy dandy
the wallet takes me places, keeps my faces
the phone connects me
the socks keep my feet from sweating and stinking
the shoes blow me along with the wind and help me to shape the ball
though i believe im better off without them both,
i think on my feet and shoes only serve to restrict.
my players a different world on its own,
i plug in and its another thing altogether
my bagpack's the bagpack of security
my clothes bag is for swinging, kicking and juggling.

my hair-it feeds my fingers which work my brain, and it makes me feel better.

today

=(

Sunday Morning

i went home last night feeling more dissatisfied and lonelier than ever.
i woke up this morning feeling no better.
i logged on to blogspot and indulged my readers in incessant chatter

and i came back from church feeling much more pleased and happier altogether




short story coming soon!(i think)
wait for it

here's a good one: