the half blood

2007-07-06T21:17:00.000+08:00

well i screwed up the nationals really bad, on the 27th last week. abel shot like 14 points better than me. all the praying that i did? didn't help one fucking bit. i think my heavenly father is punishing me for all the bad things that i forgot to confess to him. i want a BREAK

2007-06-26T21:09:00.000+08:00

whoa i haven't blogged in a while. nationals are tomorrow and i'm nervous as hell. i hope i'll be on form tomorrow and get 580 or something, because the last few times i've shot were shit and i hope that won't happen tomorrow. at least i get to skip camp, which i don't really want to go for but i know i'll miss out on good experiences and everyone will probably treat me like an outcast when they get back and talk about camp stuff ad nauseum while i sit there listening like a fucking idiot.

anyway, good luck jeremy

2007-06-13T17:49:00.000+08:00

i just realized how much being at home sucks. been going out a lot the last few days, and now i'm at home, bored. being bored isn't good for me, i start thinking about horrible things like my future. i'm gonna be screwed if i don't start studying but i just can't bring myself to study. i need some kind of motivation to make myself study. i'm all depressed and stuff now.

2007-06-12T22:56:00.000+08:00

june's gotta be my favorite time of the year apart from december. i just got a crumpler bag and a black ear stud! spent a hundred today. today was fun, except for the time i went to image 2001 at far east. i was with my mom's friend, who's from america. never go out with an american who's never been to singapore and who thinks everything's expensive. i asked the guy how much a pair of macbeth shoes cost, and he told me 139. but it was on sale and it was 111. she started talking loudly about how expensive that was and she asked if it was cheaper in america, then all kinds of crap and she told me just save my money and buy other stuff. i was so fucking embarrassed, i wanted to die right there. i walked away and tried to distance myself from her. i tried to catch the shopkeeper's eyes and give him an apologetic look but i couldn't.. sigh. i'll never be able to show my face there ever again :( pity.

other than that regrettable incident, the day was mostly fun. my mom made me take off my new ear stud when we went to visit her friend who just had surgery so that she wouldn't get a heart attack and die. i took it off and didn't put my earstick in, so for 15 minutes i was sweating about what if my earhole closed. it was really stupid, come to think about it.. but surprisingly, my mom's been tolerant of my piercing. she only complains that i went to a place like xcraft (she wanted me to go to a jewelry store. she's crazy) to get pierced, and that people might start talking about her and my dad because of me. oh well, i'll just hang around them less and that won't happen.

anyway, i need to decide! should i join the worship team? if i do, my mom might get me a new guitar. but then i'll have to go for practise every saturday and i'll have to play almost every sunday, and like i have competitions every 2 sundays. but.. if my mom gets me a guitar it'll either be an epiphone les paul custom, or a schecter c-1 with floyd rose. sigh. choices, choices.

anyway, THANKS FOR THE DEDICATION BLESSING! (: and i'm NOT emo!

2007-06-09T22:25:00.000+08:00

i'm exhausted. i went to plaza sing to study with melissa for about 2 hours. you've no idea how tiring it is to study for such a long time, especially when you're thirsty as hell and you're sitting inside fricking starbucks and you can't get a drink because your coach told you not to drink coffee on the day before a competition because it fucks your aim. so after that melissa left to her friend's house and i went to times to read and stone because I WAS ALL ALONE AND I HAD ONE AND A HALF HOURS TILL MY GUITAR CLASS :( i got hannibal rising in paperback, then i went up to yamaha to read and WAIT FOR ONE AND A HALF HOURS.

so i went for guitar class, and we did the sweet child o mine solo for the FIFTH time at least. i'm getting sick of that stupid song. then we did arpeggios, which we had to use sweep picking for. like, nobody knew how to do it, and spencer the guitar teacher was shredding while we sat there like noob idiots wondering how the hell he does that.

after class i went with cedric to peninsula to get guitar stuff because YAMAHA IS FRICKING OVERPRICED. i got strings, cable, and 3 picks. then i went to amk hub to meet heather. lots of aimless walking around again, we even went all the way to centerpoint. then heather got the idea of watching a movie, and we went all the way back to bishan because it was 'closer', like idiots. in the end we didn't watch because they had shows from 9 plus, and it was almost 8. so i was really tired and we took the bus back. she dropped at her house and i went one bus stop too far because i was so blur and i had to go across the street to take the bus for one stop, then walk across the bridge again, so annoying.

so now i'm home. my hubby, charlie bralie, just called. the first words were, 'hi jeremy i'm fucking drunk.' lucky him, he gets to get stoned. i've never got drunk, really. and i got to talk to suria (: haven't talked to her for soooo long.

my piercing's still swollen, and i hate earsticks.

2007-06-08T21:39:00.000+08:00

i could've gone out with 3 people today. heather wanted to go out, vanessa was watching ocean's thirteen, charlie was going ice skating. in the end i went out with the (one day former) birthday girl. i had to wait for her for almost an hour at thomson plaza, but that's okay because i'm nice and i don't bother.

we went to amk hub which i've never been to yet. today was mostly walking around. we ended up at suntec, where i bought a pair of stewie boxers, i'll get a picture up soon. stewie's my hero (:

and tomorrow will be my first day of tuition with melissa. she's probably a good teacher but i'm not sure if she's a nice teacher.. oh well. she's doing me a favor anyway and i owe her a lot for that so i won't complain at ALL tomorrow.

2007-06-06T16:38:00.000+08:00

i think i forgot how to blog, it's been.. okay about a week. ha. i went out with charlie again, we did crazy shit like play hide and seek in takashimaya. or wherever the hell that is, i don't go to orchard that much. i met new people, which is cool. but i'm so dead now, i spent like a hundred dollars.. that'll set me back like a month from reaching my goal of a thousand for a new guitar but i guess it was worth it. all the pictures are in my friendster, i'm toooo lazy to upload.

my mom's a.. i dunno what to call her. i got a piercing :D and it didn't hurt so something might be wrong but i think it's okay.

2007-05-31T20:10:00.000+08:00

yesterday was cool, went to see blades of glory with vishnu and nat. blades of glory is such a GAY movie. but it was hilarious. then i went jamming with desodance. we played the strokes, of all things.

so today, i went to meet the guys from swiss cottage primary.they look so different. we saw shrek 3, i was like laughing throughout the movie but everyone else was so freaking emo.

we're at la senza. charlie wanted a dejavu plus he thought the girl was hot, so we stood in front of the model but unfortunately we covered her boobs. from left to right, linda, me, charlie, jia jing, amanda.
we're outside some cafe, forgot where. charlie wanted to take a pic with the girl who was singing but he didn't have the guts to, so we went out to take a group pic. left to right, jia jing, amanda, charlie, me, linda, michelle.

2007-05-27T21:25:00.000+08:00

saturday was fun. i shot 573, which made me so relieved. i was afraid i'd shoot 558 the rest of my life :( plus i met my friends from swiss cottage, online anyway.. it's been 5 years. looking forward to meeting them soon.

2007-05-24T21:29:00.000+08:00

today i went to see a doctor for some checkup so i got to miss school. good thing, heard it was really boring. anyway i got to stay home the whole day and at 5 i went to meet vishnu and his friend and we went jamming at potong pasir. mostly marilyn manson songs, but we improvised too, that's why it's called jamming. tomorrow i have training and saturday i have a competition.. i really hope i do better. the njc shoot was a fucking fiasco.

2007-05-23T21:55:00.000+08:00

today was a waste of time, like the rest of the week. well not really, yesterday was pretty fun, but mostly.. meh.me and isaac got our picture taken by melody's camera. bleahxzxzsxzsxzsx

2007-05-18T19:31:00.000+08:00

well.. i went for the 2.4 retest today and i got 14.20. i was like, what the fuck! i wasn't tired after i ran, i could've run a lot faster. gah. i have to start running again.

2007-05-17T21:08:00.000+08:00

school these days is like pointless. we go to school, listen to teachers talk about exams, and stone. plus i failed my 2.4 run, i got 15.37. i could get 12 minutes last year, and now.. sucks. maybe i'll finally start running again.

2007-05-12T21:43:00.000+08:00

i went to see spiderman 3 yesterday with heather, lina and farah. the whole time farah was going on about how "cute" (note the inverted commas) harry osborn was. some girls are just so shallow. i don't think she remembers anything from the movie except for pretty harry.

and today i went to see 'off centre' with my pure lit class. horrible play, it leaves you feeling disturbed, sad, emo, mentally screwed up, and there was an absolute bitch in front of me giving me dirty looks whenever i whispered to someone. after the play we all went to marina to eat and walk around. me and isaac got stuff from the western stall. 5.50 for a 4 millimeter thick slice of undercooked dory, a lump of shit that the cook probably thought was coleslaw, and about 20 fries and a piece of disgusting garlic bread, what a fucking rip off. i HATE the cook. me and isaac were extremely dissatisfied, we walked all the way to carl's junior to get chilli cheese fries. after we finished we walked around, looking at random stuff. we were going down the escalator and there was this old lady wearing almost the EXACT same shirt as somebody, STRIPES (wink wink nudge nudge).

i'm looking forward to this month. lots of things could happen.

2007-05-10T15:23:00.000+08:00

i got chosen.

1. Are you a 'straight' girl?
Yeah, I go for girls.

2. Do you wear make up?
No.

3. Do you go to the salon?
Like, duh? Oh my GOSH.

4. Have you cried because of a guy?
Yeah, when my dad wouldnt buy me a gun.

5. What's your ideal guy?
Someone with a lot of money. Hehe. I feel gay.

6. Have you met him?
Dunno.

7. Are you a hopeless romantic?
Yeah.

8. Do you spend most of the day daydreaming about someone?
ER...

9. Are you still waiting for Mr. Right?
Nope.

10. What turns you off about a guy physically?
No comment.

11. Personality?
Gay bastards. Oops i mean homosexual tendencies.

12. If your boyfriend has a car, what would it be?
A tricked out skyline with 20 inch rims.

13. Flowers or chocolate?
Chocolates!

14. Does size really matter?
I like big butts.

15. If you could have a celebrity boyfriend(international) who would it be?
Bill Gates.

16. Local?
Er.. nobody.

17. What's your dream wedding?
No idea.

18. Your dream honeymoon place?
Anyplace with a nice view, privacy, and big bouncy beds.

19. What will you name your first baby girl?
No idea. Probably i'll call her Puffy.

20. The best thing about being a girl?
Body parts! :D

2007-05-09T12:25:00.000+08:00

well.. exams are over and i'm going to type the rest of this whole post without periods i should be happy but i'm not because i totally fucked my A math test and my mom will bitch and mr tan will scream and i'll feel like shit because i hate failing math so now i guess it's God's way of telling me to wake up thanks a lot God there were a million other ways but you had to choose this way well i just hope i pass like the last 2 minutes i was praying nonstop that i'd pass but since this is God's way of telling me to wake the hell up he'll probably not let me pass and that sucks because like i said my mom will bitch and scream and give me 2 hour long talks about my messed up future and she'll make my house like a prison she'll lock me in my room to study every day and take my phone and take the modem off so i can't use the internet hell she'll even take the power cable off my computer and take my psp and if she's in a bad mood she'll probably take my guitar too what the heck that's just barbaric this is one of the times that marilyn manson appeals to you because everything else is messed up and marilyn manson's sarcastic demonic voice seems to release all your negative emotions and make you feel happier but i guess norma jean is better because it just blows all the sadness out my ass now it's raining i love the rain especially when the last 2 days and this morning were so freaking hot i hope the temperature drops so much i regret praying for it to drop i really do this is like the longest sentence i've ever written

2007-05-03T16:07:00.000+08:00

i had e math and pure lit today. glad those 2 are over. my right hand pinky feels weird from all the writing, i think i burned it. chemistry's tomorrow.. yay.

2007-04-26T23:07:00.000+08:00

yesterday was bloody fun. i went with a couple of guys to help out the guzheng people at syf. we had to move like 25 guzhengs into this truck. the truck driver was fricking stack, plus he had tatoos everywhere (like between his eyebrows and on both sides of his neck) and he looked serious as hell. anyway we got all the crap in and we went to sit in the bus.

the bus moved out of school, drove for 30 meters, then stopped. we didn't notice it for a while. then we were all thinking like, what the hell. turns out the driver didn't want to pay 75 cents of ERP, that cheapskate. after like half an hour though we were on our way.

we got there and unloaded everything. waited for a while, then we went up to the waiting area. everyone was like so nervous, i got nervous too. mrs tay was freaking us all out. finally, the other school finished the performance and we carried all the percussion stuff on stage for the guzheng people and went back into the waiting area to watch. they started playing pretty good. we were all like, moshing to guzheng music, what the hell. apparently the drums got screwed though. mrs tay was pretty upset. i think she was hyperventilating. it finished and we got all the stuff back downstairs.

had to wait a while for the results. when they came, everyone was like, we got silver? everyone was like, meh. so anyway the bus came, and that bastard wouldn't wait for us, so the guzheng people went first and us slaves loaded all their stuff on the truck and rode in the back. it was so FUN, fabian and abi were banging on the drums, shi jie on the goddamn cymbals and aaron on the small cymbals. we must've pissed off a lot of passerbys. WHO CARES. HAHAHAHHAHA.

we got back to school, and we had to carry everything back to the guzheng room. then after that we all went to the canteen to chill. i went home after a while.

so today, there was a hair check. guess who got caught. apparently my sides and my back are too long. i'd cut my hair if i could, but my barber's not open today and i don't want to hurt her feelings by not going to her exclusively for my haircuts. what to do, what to do. *wink*

2007-04-22T21:11:00.000+08:00

META CARBONATE PICKS ROCK THEY'RE FRICKING BULLETPROOF. but all the other pickboy picks feel cheap. okay, random.. i studied today! for like 2 hours, on math. with nothing else distracting me.. except for mastodon and bullet for my valentine blasting on the speakers.

we have a new chem teacher. i kinda feel sorry for him. he looks like a decent guy but everyone's making fun of him.oh well, it's not like our class has been that kind to many teachers.. hah.

i'm happy today (:

2007-04-21T17:11:00.001+08:00

yesterday was FOUNDER'S DAY. it was boring as hell. there were what, 3 speeches? i dunno, i was busy playing soccer on my psp.

and i finally went for guitar class. i've skipped for the last 2 weeks and i feel guilty as hell so today my conscience feels good. cedric was there and we were like jamming during class.. we played beast and the harlot, part of bat country, and canon rock. it was awesome. plus the guitar teacher asked me how long i'd been playing, and i said 4 months, and he was like are you sure you sound like you've been playing much longer than that. i was like, floating with happiness. he said he'd talk to the teacher of a more advanced class so that me and cedric could upgrade. very nice.. and i got like, 4 more picks. it's kind of like a habit now to get more picks whenever i go to yamaha. one of them has marilyn monroe on it (:

oh yeah. since i lost all my links because i forgot to copy them from my old template, stupid me, now's the time to scream at me and call me a jackass or tell me very nicely that i forgot to link you.

2007-04-18T22:22:00.000+08:00

aww shit i forgot to copy and paste my links on my new skin. thanks jawbreaker for the skin.

2007-04-17T21:34:00.000+08:00

coach went crazy today, he made us shoot in suit, 10 shot finals. sucks, after every shot he reads out your score.. it's like so embarrassing. lucky i did okay though. and i found out my results for the saturday nyt trials.. 569. which sucks, i only improved by 1 point. i fucked my first series, i got a 92. and i think i got the individual scores for my series wrong, i'll have to ask coach. time to forget about school and concentrate on shooting, something i should've done a while ago.

speaking of school, mid years are in like 2 weeks. i'm so dead, i mean it this time. i have no idea what to study for, i don't think i could make myself study either. so i'm screwed for that.. but it's okay! it's not the end of the world! after all, there's still the goddamn O level's! all is well, amen. *sarcastic*

2007-04-16T22:29:00.000+08:00

lalala blogging bores me.

2007-04-13T20:47:00.000+08:00

there's a competition tomorrow. i don't know how well i'm going to do. i don't know whether to go for guitar class, which i've already skipped once, and risk making it to safra late or unprepared to shoot, or skip it again, and go to safra and be prepared and shit.

and i've just been taken for a fool. i'll never believe her again.

God, help me.

2007-04-12T21:10:00.001+08:00

thanks for not caring

2007-04-11T20:39:00.000+08:00

south park is the best animated series in the world.

my *** teacher is nice. to argue with. i had this 5 minute argument with her over whether all the words that are italisized in the book whale rider are maori. obviously, not all of them are maori, but teacher disagrees. so she got pissed off at me and threatened to discipline me. when she said that, i had a weird fantasy.. but i can't tell you in case there's a snitch reading my blog. and no, it's not a sick fantasy.

i think god forgot me. it's not a nice feeling.

tomorrow i get to go off early! one period early anyway. goodbye.

2007-04-08T17:06:00.000+08:00

went for training today. i didn't do much, my suit's zipper broke so i couldn't shoot with it. after like an hour me and abel got tired of shooting rifle and borrowed pistols.

there's school tomorrow. i think it's blasphemy. oh well..

and the weather sucks today. fuck the weather, and i don't mean that literally for anyone who's trying and failing to be funny.

2007-04-07T11:36:00.001+08:00

my life bores me out of my mind. i wanna do something interesting for once.

2007-04-01T13:03:00.000+08:00

i wonder if it's possible to have a bad day the moment you wake up. like i did, when i got up today. i suddenly felt annoyed at everything. church didn't really help. now i'm still pissed off at everything. we drove home without getting food, RIGHT PAST the fucking mcdonald's. now i'm at home and i realize there's no food, and i have to walk over AGAIN. fuck. and my mom tried to give me trouble again about internet use. (you can only take the modem when daddy comes back!) okay. she walks out the door, i wait for 2 minutes, then i'm off to her room to get that fucking modem.

i downloaded the good charlotte album. i feel so bad. not. it's more pop than the other ones. i guess his voice will get annoying after a while, but for now i'm not pissed off enough to get annoyed by his stupid voice.

now i'm mad at bittorrent for downloading so slow. i'm mad at the stupid, selfish people who have already downloaded the file i'm trying to download but like good americans, are stubbornly refusing to seed. fuck 'em. my stomach's pissed off at me sitting here blogging while i should be getting mcdonald's.

i was supposed to train at safra today. neither am i in the mood or do i have time to train today (i'm going jamming later). and that coach chang or however the hell you spell her name still refuses to bring/sell me that right hand glove, dammit. i feel guilty for not training enough. i have 2 competitions on 2 consecutive days week after next. billy's voice is starting to annoy me.

my fingers are getting slower. either that or my picking has gotten slower. either way, something's wrong with my playing now. i'm still a long way from earning the right to get a schecter c-1 with floyd rose. then again, i dont have the fucking money either.

school sucks. school rocks when teachers take sick days. God, please help most of the teachers to be sick tomorrow. please help me not to be mean to them, for they are thine chosen ones. and please help that t** e* m*** not to be so ****-**. gotta be careful about what you blog about these days. never know what kind of snitches are reading.

pickboy picks are nicer than dunlop picks, in my experience so far. the carbon nylon one feels bulletproof. plus the marijuana leaf looks cool on it.

fuck, bittorrent is still not working. screw all them selfish un-seeders.

i'm off to get mcdonald's. have a nice day.

2007-03-30T21:33:00.000+08:00

finally, i'm blogging again. yay. today sucked shit. we had a haircheck, and guess who got caught. by none other than our erudite english teacher, mr tan. apparently, my 2-day-old haricut is not short enough. i opened my mouth to argue and a smartass comment came out (what, you can't tell the difference?). of course, he told me not to even try to argue. he was preempting my argument, he's such a smart man. oh well, i should've known, teachers do everything for our good. my fuckin' ass. i have yet to find out how having short hair makes me a better person.

oh, and by the way, all views expressed here are personal opinions.

2007-03-21T20:40:00.000+08:00

high school never ends. really. listen to bowling for soup.

2007-03-21T18:40:00.003+08:00

i'm gonna type in goddammed georgia from now on

2007-03-21T18:40:00.002+08:00

font
arial
courier
georgia
lucia grande
times
trebuchet
verdana

2007-03-21T18:40:00.001+08:00

testing the stupid font.

2007-03-17T21:15:00.000+08:00

school's starting soon. sigh. i love holidays, but the thought of having to go to school again sours it all. not that my holidays have been particularly eventful. pretty boring, as a matter of fact, and i spent the last 2 and a half days being sick.

i hate regulations. i understand regulations for the good of the community, like don't steal, don't rape, etc. some, however, elude me. like wearing uniforms, or needing to have a specific haircut. it makes everything look dystopian. uniforms i can take. at least we don't have to wear green or baby blue uniforms to school. but i hate hair checks.

oh well, back to school on monday. i haven't studied at all, which i heartily regret now. procrastination really IS bad for you. sec 3 schoolwork is hard to cope with. it's not really the volume of homework, it's something else i can't quite place. they say sec 1 education lays the foundation for sec 2, which lays the foundation for sec 3 and 4, which is the o levels course. so i could slack around in sec 1 and 2, but now i have to know everything perfectly. how well i do at o levels could determine what job i'll have in the future, etc. etc. unless of course, i get a band and we record single after single and have quituple-platinum-selling records, but there's no chance of that, too bad.

i've been thinking about my future a lot, and those thoughts have not been pleasant. in order to maintain a more positive outlook on life, i suppose i will take things one step at a time.

and i feel like changing my blogskin. to something darker, more contrasting. something GOTH.

2007-03-12T20:02:00.000+08:00

today was pretty interesting. today's the first holiday training. it was pretty slack for me at least. i shot like 60, then i couldn't take it; way too lazy, hungry, and my back hurt. went to the canteen, walked around with terence and remy. saw hyun jun.

after training me remy and hyun jun went to j8 and walked around a while. i was gonna get ipod earphones, but they cost FIFTY FOUR DOLLARS dammit. after that, food junction to have lunch, then to the library to study. study my ass. well not really, study other girls. we saw EUGENEEEEEEEEEEEE. haven't seen him in a couple of months. he's pretty much the same, except for his hair color. he's working at the cafe in the library, what the heck. hahahha.

we went back to j8 around 3, hyun jun left. me and remy met with tiffany and we got presents for someone[s] (:

then we saw ghost rider. it was an okay movie. eva mendes is frickin' hot. remy was like, omg she's fucking hot, over and over again. lol.

saw the river music video, by good charlotte. it ROCKS. i'm gonna get the cd when it comes out. the song has a great bassline, nice vocals. i like matt shadow's part, and synyster's solo at the end.

2007-03-11T20:26:00.000+08:00

i just realized, i'm kinda emo. which fucking SUCKS, emo is so insulting.

anyway, my picking has improved. i can now pick about a quarter of a beat faster. YAY!

i wanna play like synyster gates.

should i get a piercing?

2007-03-10T21:53:00.000+08:00

A few Random, unarranged, [edited to remove emo-ness] Observations:

grand Theft auto is The father of Modern Anarchy.

marilyn Manson is oddly hypnotic.

Slipknot is not satanic.

people will Disappoint you, Countless Times.

d'Addario strings Rust fast.

death is Fascinating.

Treadmills are the moste Hatefule device in the Gym.

gothic letters are nice.

hate is a Wonderful feeling; revenge feels better.

basket Case is the best green day Song.

contempt and Hate feel the same.

looks do matter. people who deny this are Lying.

maxim is The Best magazine.

guns go Bang.

people are not as they Seem, or advertise.

anime Girls have perfect Figure. they're fake.

Brad stole Angelina from Me.

Sarcasm is an expression of Hate.

norma Jean is freaking heavy.

life is short. do whatever you Fucking want. only, be careful not to be Eligible for hell.

johnny Knoxville is a true American Hero.

Jackass is the Best Movie of all Time.

democrats are the Demise of Gun Laws.

maybe you might find a certain pattern here. do you study psychology? i'd like to someday.

anyway, guitar class today was an improvement. we learned a riff from 'Sunshine of your Love". after class, i met a couple of the guys from my class on the way to the mrt. one of them has a brother in my school, the other also likes avenged sevenfold and can play the solo on "Seize the Day".

2007-03-05T22:37:00.000+08:00

*this part has been edited for security reasons*

another thing about mondays. i have 3 periods of math, 2 A math and 1 E math, which usually leaves me with a headache and depression. too much math is bad.. well math is bad.

anyway, school went okay. nothing special. until the last period, where aliah or however the hell you spell our loverly chem teacher's name was screaming her lungs off at prasad to shut the hell up, we had an announcement for all of us to go to the hall. tony was talking about having a public caning soon and everyone knew there was gonna be one, so everyone was all excited. it's the same disgusting desire in everyone to want to see someone else suffer. why did the romans have gladiators? they were human. why did eli roth create 'hostel'? he's human too, no matter the bullshit he says about the film being about american ignorance, but that's beside the point. even a tiny thing like caning makes us all excited. when mark chua was testing his cane everyone was like gasping. then when he actually caned them.. anti climax. oh well, good for them i guess.

school ended on that ominous note. lim wan nah was once again flexing her disciplinary muscle while we were walking out the door (anyone who gets caught doing lalalalala). remy came over. we had fun, we played dota. i played a game with PA, he used night stalker. after that we had dinner and he left.

my mom's so restrictive. i understand the importance of self control,but her method of imposing it on me feels more like her abusing her authority. jeremy, you can only use internet for an hour. why? because i said so. FUCK, man. it's small things like this that she likes to do that really get to me. she treats me like a fucking 5 year old (jeremy if you don't go to sleep by 10 you can't use internet or computer tomorrow). oh well, i don't want to bitch about my dear mother.

i feel like everything's falling apart for me, and i'm only 15.

ANYWAY, SOMEBODY WANTED HER NAME ON THIS POST.

amanda chia the drama queen rocks! (:

2007-03-03T22:54:00.001+08:00

i went for guitar class today. it was kinda boring, since i've been playing around with my guitar enough to know most of what he was teaching. when i got there, it was all guys. i was like, oh shit.. then the door opened and this japanese girl wearing shorts that damn near showed her whole thigh walked in. i was like, THANK YOU GOD. i literally looked at the ceiling and muttered a prayer, i'm such an idiot. she sat next to me for the whole one-hour lesson, lucky me.

after the lesson i stayed around in the yamaha shop, looking at stuff while waiting for remy. i was so bored, yamaha doesn't have a very LARGE variety of guitars, or pedals. okay, it has an extremely small variety. i saw a compression sustainer though, i might get it next time. after walking in and out like 3 times, i finally got a set of d'addario light top/heavy bottom strings. i've been hearing how the ernie ball skinny top/heavy bottom strings are good, and since the strings i got have the same gauge i guess i'll give them a try. finally remy showed up, and we waited a while for naomi, remy's friend from music class. naomi came with her friend, who didn't say a thing the whole time. we walked around for a while, then naomi said she'd take us somewhere interesting. we were like, okay let's go, where are we going? she wouldn't tell us, until she led us all the way out of plaza sing, through a mini garden, across the street, to her church. me and remy were like, damn you could've told us. she was like, i'm telling you now! there's a DIFFERENCE between TOLD and TELLING, dammit. we had to walk all the way back.

we took the mrt, i got off at toa payoh and took the bus home. i stoned till like 6, then we went to my cousin's place. it was raining, but they closed all the windows, which kinda spoiled it; it was pretty hot inside. i was so bored. my cousin got to leave and go to her friend's place to gamble, bloody hell. i got to stay and toast. my cousin's pretty wise. my other cousin asked me what was the difference between emo and goth, and i didn't know so i asked her, and she said emo people hate themselves, and goth people hate everyone else. imagine an emo goth. fuckin' A.

well at least i'm back now. today felt so long.

2007-03-03T22:54:00.000+08:00

i went for guitar class today. it was kinda boring, since i've been playing around with my guitar enough to know most of what he was teaching. when i got there, it was all guys. i was like, oh shit.. then the door opened and this japanese girl wearing shorts that damn near showed her whole thigh walked in. i was like, THANK YOU GOD. i literally looked at the ceiling and muttered a prayer, i'm such an idiot. she sat next to me for the whole one-hour lesson, lucky me.

after the lesson i stayed around in the yamaha shop, looking at stuff while waiting for remy. i was so bored, yamaha doesn't have a very LARGE variety of guitars, or pedals. okay, it has an extremely small variety. i saw a compression sustainer though, i might get it next time. after walking in and out like 3 times, i finally got a set of d'addario light top/heavy bottom strings. i've been hearing how the ernie ball skinny top/heavy bottom strings are good, and since the strings i got have the same gauge i guess i'll give them a try. finally remy showed up, and we waited a while for naomi, remy's friend from music class. naomi came with her friend, who didn't say a thing the whole time. we walked around for a while, then naomi said she'd take us somewhere interesting. we were like, okay let's go, where are we going? she wouldn't tell us, until she led us all the way out of plaza sing, through a mini garden, across the street, to her church. me and remy were like, damn you could've told us. she was like, i'm telling you now! there's a DIFFERENCE between TOLD and TELLING, dammit. we had to walk all the way back.

we took the mrt, i got off at toa payoh and took the bus home. i stoned till like 6, then we went to my cousin's place. it was raining, but they closed all the windows, which kinda spoiled it; it was pretty hot inside. i was so bored. my cousin got to leave and go to her friend's place to gamble, bloody hell. i got to stay and toast. my cousin's pretty wise. i told her she was emo, she was like noooooo, emo people hate themselves, and goth people hate everyone else. imagine an emo goth. fuckin' a.

well at least i'm back now. today felt so long.

2007-03-02T22:32:00.000+08:00

i've changed from dark to sadistic. like jackass, its so awesome. i saw the pre-jackass johnny knoxville test out self defense equipment. red pepper spray, stun gun, taser, bulletproof vest, tested with a revolver. some sounds from the tests:

pepper spray: okay, hit me. *gets sprayed* fuck! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *unintelligible noises*

stun gun: *strangled noises and falls on the ground* ahhhhhhhh.. fuck! well you can't see any marks, but i guess it got me.

taser: *more strangled noises, twitching on the ground* oh fuck! ahhh that hurts.. YEEK cut that out! AHHH.. jason let go of that thing or i'll kick your fucking ASS. well THAT hurt more than the stun gun..

bullet proof vest: *johnny cocks the gun and points at his chest. 5 minutes pass.* come on pj, we're all waiting.. just shoot the damn thing. *another 5 minutes* ah, forget it. let's go. *BAM*

jackass is the best, really. some ones are really sick, like the one where the guy put a fish hook through his mouth, and the one where bam got branded on his ass.. ouch. oh well, it's all good, clean, wholesome, family-friendly fun.

i've got guitar classes tomorrow at plaza sing, i feel kinda nervous. i just hope to God there's hot girls in my guitar class.

2007-03-01T20:05:00.000+08:00

been addicted to slipknot lately. actually, a lot of other dark things, like hannibal. just saw the movie, it was awesome. gruesome, but awesome. like the surreal part where mason verger tells starling how he got the way he is; hannibal made a house call, and mason came to get him in some erotic leather outfit. he showed hannibal how noose, the thing that makes you feel like you're hanging yourself. he got on the thing and started jerking off, then hannibal gave him some water (drugs, actually), and politely suggested that he cut off his face with a piece of glass he'd picked up on the ground after mason kicked the mirror over in ecstasy. mason, under the influence of drugs, complied, laughing maniacally. that was soo disturbing. but hannibal was a very good movie.

my guitar class starts day after tomorrow. hope there's hot girls in my class.

do you ever get the feeling that everything's falling down around you? it's a false feeling, of course, but i still hate it. i hate it when i fuck up. i especially hate it when i fuck up at multiple things that can't easily be fixed at the same time.

2007-02-28T20:09:00.000+08:00

some people just don't remember you anymore. you help them out when everyone's pounding on them, stick around when other people would walk away. in the end, you're forgotten. one of life's ironies.

i took a nap just now, woke up with my feet in agony. fucking moquitoes took a bite out of them, it was soooooooo itchy.

and i wish i had a shotgun and legal and heavenly immunity. somebody deserves to die.

2007-02-26T20:32:00.000+08:00

i feel like making a list. what do people usually make lists about? i know, things i want to do before i die.

Things I Want To Do Before I Die.

1. Get Laid.

well that was a short list.

2007-02-20T21:37:00.000+08:00

i wish my mom was more liberal. she doesn't let me get a piercing. she doesn't let me use internet for more than an hour. she doesn't let me do a lot of fun things. wish she was like angelina jolie or something.

famous last words by my chemical romance is an awesome song. leonard's been telling me for a while but now that i hear it, i believe him. prosthetics and eyeless by slipknot are awesome songs. lots of screamo. before i forget by slipknot has some of the heaviest distortion i've ever heard.

chinese new year made me lose weight, i think. i've been living on the snacks that you get when you go visiting. no proper meals, really. i feel weak now. and emo. at least i got a pretty good haul this year, about 350 dollars.

2007-02-11T22:45:00.000+08:00

harry potter is self-pitiful, self-righteous, and emo. i don't like him. but he entertains me.

went to church today. i wasn't listening in class much. mostly listening to matthew describe the merits of the 'Bitch Slap', and it's applications in real life and in fable and dark crusade. sunday school's fun with matthew around talking about random things.

i had to train today. had some bad news - turns out ros pulled me off the ntu open shoot. just because i missed training on 1 day. well that sucks. why can't that bee-otch ever be nice, or just drop dead?

oh well, there's a chance i might be able to go again. coach killed us all today. we had to shoot without suit, and with him walking up and down, telling us about this old lady wearing a billabong shirt and making us laugh our asses off. and the sight on the old 600 didn't work, and there were no other working sights, so i had to use a freaking 300. which sucks shit. but at least i got to shoot pisol after that. pistol's always fun to shoot.

came back from training, hauled all my guitar stuff down to the basement to jam with zaj. i seriously think zaj can pawn synyster gates and zacky vengeance. he taught me major and minor scales, harmonics, tapping. then we jammed a while. it was all fun.

came home, played fable for a while. fable's an awesome game, really fun. you can do almost anything. you can play blackjack, kill monsters, get married/divorced, flirt, get laid, kill random people, fish, kick chickens.. plus the combat system is really good. today i cheated shopkeepers by buying their diamonds, then selling them back at a higher price. i dunno why they bought them back at the price i set, but oh well.

i want a schecter s1 hellraiser, it's damn sexy.

2007-02-10T15:57:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINA (: (: (: (: (:

2007-02-08T20:17:00.000+08:00

my medal's getting revoked! no more team medal for tpjc meet. that sucks.

2007-02-06T21:06:00.000+08:00

i had a competition on saturday. it was pretty good, i got 3rd individual. waiting for the prize was bad. all my friends left so i was sitting alone and nadia kept throwing mcdonald's chilli sauce at me until i cut one open and threw it back at her. fucking annoying.

anyway, i got more presents! haha. thanks mel (:

and i'm gonna be sick tomorrow. i have an awful headache. and lack of sleep. and enough computer problems to sink dell. i wonder, does God help people fix computers if they pray about it?

2007-02-01T20:11:00.000+08:00

i got more presents! thanks terence for the pink boxers. (: thanks steph for the present (: thanks celeste for the letter (: and thanks wendy for the doggie (: thanks to anyone i missed out (:

2007-01-30T19:49:00.000+08:00

it's my BIRTHDAY. i think today's the best day of my life (:

thanks lina and everyone else for the bag <3 thanks heather for staying up and wrapping the bag in the dark (:

thanks jaselyn for the shirt (:

thanks crystal for the chocolate (:

thanks sihui and gang for the spongebob boxers (:

thanks ash blessing and isaac for the awesome cd, and the card (:

man, i got so many presents. i never got so many presents before. haha. and today most of the teachers were gone, so the first 2 periods we had ruth wong. she told amanda not to keep talking to me and not to end up like me. i'll take that as a compliment.

so after that we had this weird relief teacher. she was awesome she let us go out of class and pretty much do whatever we wanted. we walked all the way to the canteen and almost got caught by good ol' tony.

we went back to class, got bored. then we went for recess, then about 15 minutes, then lunch, because we were going for the seminar. seminar was BORING, everyone was sleeping. oh well, at least i got to meet jessica, hui yun and yan rong. heh.

and we had this kind of ceremony at home, where my mom and dad prayed over me. then i ate and now i'm on the computer.

its the best day of my life (: i got sunshine, in a bag..

2007-01-29T22:00:00.000+08:00

tomorrow's my birthday. i really hope i'll have a good day tomorrow (:

and i have a chinese test and training on my birthday, doesn't that suck? i dunno if i should go for the a star seminar, so i can skip the chinese test. but i'll have to take the test sooner or later, so i guess i'll just stay in school.

and i'm sorry mel, i was kidding :(

2007-01-27T20:21:00.000+08:00

it's my BIRTHDAY on tuesday. maybe i'll be EMO on my birthday, since everyone says i'm EMO. bleah. nah. elmo rocks, by the way. dorothy sucks, she never says anything.

yesterday was boring. i had guitar class, which sucked. waste of time, money, and everything else. at school i helped melody out a LOT and i was so UNAPPRECIATED. nah, i'm kidding. i saw the obs people. i missed them (one of them especially). (:

i spent the whole day getting hammered by heavy metal. double bass, harmonized guitars, lead solos.. my hearing's been damaged.

i got knee guards. so my knee caps won't explode the next time i fall. and my fingers hurt like hell, i was talking to 6 girls on msn just now. i'm NOT a flirt.

2007-01-24T20:18:00.000+08:00

i know why i'm so emotionless now. it's my anger. when i was young, i used to get mad a lot. and i expressed it like anyone else would at the age, by hitting something, throwing books on the table extra hard, mashing my toes against each other and clenching my fists. by yelling, giving dirty looks, shit like that. but whenever i expressed my anger, my mom would fucking freak. she'd either hit me or ground me, or send me to the room to get hit by my dad. my dad hit me hard enough once that my mom had to put medication on my thigh. it wasn't really that he hit me so hard; i know lots of people get hit like that too. it was that he locked me in the room, chased me around until he cornered me, and hit me with that thing you use to put your shoes on. the whole time i was pleading with him, crying, like torture scenes where the victim pleads with the merciless bastard inflicting pain on him. if that happened now, i would've stood still and stared my dad in the eyes when he hit my, but i was only 6 that time. yeah yeah, i know i'm emo.

the point is, i got punished whenever i showed anger. so i stopped showing it. i learned to bottle it up, getting inspiration from characters i'd read about who didn't show any emotion at all. so whenever i feel anger, this is what i do. i force my face not to show anything, and i try to feel the emotion coursing through my body. if you try, you can feel it coming from the middle of your chest going to your fingertips. after the waves subside, i feel slightly nauseous, and i try to stop gagging. and after that, no more anger; it's been bottled up. i know it's bottled up and not gone because just now, i was staring at myself in the mirror, trying to see if there's really something wrong with my eyes, and i had a spasm of anger. my hand curled into a fist and flashed out, hitting the cabinet hard enough to bruise my knuckles. i didn't do it consciously, it just happened. the good thing about anger is, when you're still angry, you can punch a concrete wall until your knuckles start to bleed, and you won't feel a thing. the only way i could vent my anger was to have violent fantasies. when i create those scenes in my head, and imagine my antagonists coming to a brutal, bloody, extremely painful end, my heart beats faster and i feel better, because some of my anger has been siphoned off. i'm like a sociopath, exhibiting sadism at an early age.

well, that's me trying to be a psychologist. assuming that traumatic experiences during childhood affect my present demeanor. looking at myself, i see that i dramatize some of my experiences, probably a sign that inwardly, i'm an attention-seeking emo kid. i try not to think much of it though. and, maybe in college i'll learn from pshrink class that writing angry, depressing, fucking emo posts and using obscenities vents some of my anger.

another day, another depressing and emo post. my mood fluctuates. i'm not really very happy all the time, and i'm not really depressed all the time, just somewhere in the middle. i'm like a girl in the middle of her period, really. extremely moody. the environment i'm in doesn't fucking help. my sister cries every day. she screams sorry to my mom every 5 minutes while doing her homework. my mom tortures her mentally, in a way. when my sister is pushed to her limit and starts to scream, my mom just clams up and looks away, while my sister tries desperately to try and please her to make her talk to her. it never works. i think my sister is starting to be emo. i wouldn't blame her.

anyway, enough of this emo shit. i feel better now. i think i can even manage a sarcastic smile now, if i tried.

2007-01-22T19:40:00.000+08:00

SATURDAY WAS AWESOME. and tiring. i woke up at 6 to go for stupid flag day. doing flag day sucks. not many people donate to you, they just ignore you. some of them are nice enough to smile and say no thanks, and some are nicer and donate, and the NICEST let you go to their house and they give you coins (hehe). but the people we're collecting money for are assholes. we finished at like 12, so we went back and they said come back at later. like, what the hell. so okay, we went to sit down at kfc, and kiat hwee and ying jie told ghost stories. then it was time and we went back, and they said 1.30. so we took the bus to kiat hwee's house, and then when we got back they said 2. assholes. so we went to the library and waited until 2. oh well, at least i got my cip hours.

so after that i met terence and yong sheng to go to bugis. bugis street is the perfect terrorist target. there's so many people there, i felt so suffocated. but there were tons of nice things to buy there. and a sex shop. but anyway, i got a pair of pants, then i had to go meet melody at the interchange. remy was supposed to meet her at bishan, but they missed each other, so remy came over to bugis to meet me, and it was SOO lucky that i saw him. like, he suddenly appeared next to me literally. we met melody on the train and we went to her church.

her church was having a youth service, so everything was louder and infinitely more fun. the speaker was really good. i had a great time there (:

yesterday was pretty fun too, i got my skates! xsjado skates, they're awesome. i'd take pictures, but you probably don't want to see them anyway. lol. i was stalling on the stairs, but my dad caught me without a helmet and didn't let me skate anymore.

today i managed to skate a little. remy came over, and my mom wasn't there, so i went downstairs to skate. i managed to jump a couple of stairs, after forcing myself to. haha. if you force yourself to do it and you actually manage to do it, you won't be scared anymore. well, the first time i landed on my ass, but i learned from it! i wasn't leaning forward enough, hence the buttplant. you know, opposite of a faceplant..? never mind.

anyway, i'll try to skate again later. and i'll try not to fall on my ass again.

2007-01-19T20:57:00.000+08:00

my room depresses me.

it could be a ward in a hospital for all it's worth. white walls, 10 by 10, almost like a luxury prison cell. 2 shelves, a cabinet and 2 containers full of things that aren't mine. a sad little warcraft 3 poster on my wall. used to have a nikolai khabibulin poster, but i had to take it down. apparently my wall doesn't like posters; they all peel off after a while. i'll upload a picture to show you how depressing it is.

my house depresses me. at the risk of sounding emo, many things depress me. the sound of cars driving by on the freeway. whenever i was in america living at my friend's place, it was very quiet. the cars remind me where i'm living now. somehow, the light playing across the ceiling whenever i take a nap in the afternoon depresses me. if i had a pshrink, he'd probably tell me that they trigger unpleasant memories, of which i have many.

anyway. today was confusing. i took a nap at 5, woke up at 6.40. i had no idea what the time was, i felt screwed up, i didn't know what day it was. it took me a while to wake up.

my sister irritates me beyond anyone else i know. maybe she's having her periods early. she's so nice, adorable to other people. at home, she's different. i think she watches too many shirley temple movies, so she tries to act like shirley temple. my sister happens to be twice the age of shirley temple when she made the movies, so for me, looking at her is like looking at a case of arrested development. anyway, it's not good to bitch about family members online, even if they'll never see it.

i have flag day tomorrow. people never donate to me. i've been told that i look unfriendly, cold. that my eyes look like there's nothing behind them, that they look soulless. maybe that's the reason. oh well, if i want to get my cip hours, i'll just have to put on a facade.

2007-01-17T17:30:00.000+08:00

ever wonder what singapore would be like with guns?

not even real guns, airsoft guns. i'd feel a lot more free. there'd be airsoft skirmishing leagues, plenty of wicked fun. i'd be able to do a drive-by with 5 guys and unload a hundred bb's on someone i don't like, and i wouldn't go to jail because there's no way to track bb's that i know of.

if they were real guns, so much the better. a 9 in your knee will cause excruciating pain without necessarily killing you. a 9 in BOTH knees doubles the effect. a 9 in the gut might hurt more, but you'll die faster. by the way, a 9 is a 9mm bullet. you could kill a person slowly, in a world of pain, by slowly shooting his extremities. one of the violent fantasies i have sometimes. i sometimes wonder about whether thinking about this all the time is healthy for my mental and spiritual health.

oh well, i'm just pissed. there's times when you wanna pound on someone, or manipulate then hannibal lecter-style to cut their face off, feed it to some dogs, and then cut their own nose off and eat it themselves. these fantasies rarely come true, unfortunately. however, just thinking about it makes me feel better a little. so that's good.

i've exceeded my free sms'es for this month by about 360. that's like, 20 dollars of extra bills to pay. my mom won't budge to get me a student plan. i think maybe i could get it myself.

and my mom just got a new kind of shampoo for me, the kind my friends had at their place in irvine. ah, the memories.

i ain't happy, i'm feeling glad; i got sunshine, in a bag...

2007-01-14T21:13:00.000+08:00

sup, ladies. i woke up late. well sort of. i had to miss sunday school. which made my mom pissed enough to yank my computer's power cable out and leave it out until 15 minutes ago. i spent the morning playing my guitar, mastering the bat country solo. okay, the last part of it. okay! part of the last part of it. i spent the remaining time reading hannibal, which in my opinion kicks ass. i think it's the best book ever written by a human. hannibal has got to be the baddest badass in the history of bad asses.

anyway, it's ash's birthday today! she's awesome, so she gets an awesome present :D

i'm gonna have to start working out today. i haven't worked out in a while, it's gonna be hard. sigh. plus i want to put on weight. so i dunno if i should be working out at all. aw, screw it.

and i miss the glock 19. i feel like putting a couple of 9's into a certain bitch right now.

2007-01-12T21:12:00.000+08:00

i just realized how my music taste has changed. when i was in primary school, everyone listened to nsync, backstreet boys, and the rest of the pop bands that were popular. i didn't listen to music much then, the most music i heard was from my mom's piano. then, in sec 1, darren intro-ed me to eminem. i'd heard of eminem, but what i heard wasn't good. i'd heard the song 'superman' on the radio though, and i thought it was the shit, so i got into eminem after darren burned a couple of cd's for me. and with eminem, you get 50 cent, g-unit, the notorious b.i.g., 2pac, the rest of the rap giants. then i heard the song 'ghostwriter' by rjd2, so i got into underground rap; jean grae, the roots.. or maybe rap that wasn't mainstream. after that, it was gorillaz type bands; cool beats were the keyword. this was all in a year. then, around the middle of sec 2, i downloaded 'chapter four' by avenged sevenfold, after hearing it while i was playing nhl 2004. i'd heard it a million times before, but this time it sounded special. i dunno why. anyway, i downloaded it and i got hooked into metal. vishnu intro-ed me to one of my favorite bands, slipknot, and seether. so it was metal, circa july 2006. now i'm into bands like franz ferdinand, head automatica, etc. and metal. i guess it helps that i'm learning electric guitar; if i hear a nice song, i can play it if i have the effects and the will to practise.

anyway, that was just a bit on my weird music taste. i still like rap, but not as much as before. i heard eminem's making a new album, i'll be waiting on that.

today was kinda fun. we had to take stupid individual pictures, but i don't really care. i just gave the camera a dirty look. i hate taking pictures, for obvious reasons. and it ate into pure lit class. i love pure lit, mostly because i get to argue with the teacher, and because the girl to boy ratio is 4 to 1. me, remy, isaac, and 12 other girls. what could be better? after that, mother tongue, which was boring as hell, and chapel, which was worse. the reverend made us say some pledge to keep chapel time holy. which was ludicrous because the teachers behind us, miss oon and this other teacher were snickering the whole time.

i had training after school. which was kinda pointless. what's the point of training in school, i always ask myself. safra is tons of times better. ros seems to think that forcing me to shoot 30 shots every other 2 hours is going to help me. once again, AM I THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER WITH A FUCKING BRAIN? dammit. i need to start training at safra again.

the weather these few days has been nice. i love rain; it makes everything cooler and wetter. a respite from all the hot weather we get here in singapore. and, my friend just emailed me these picures.

that's me, my sister, and tim at claim jumper, eating an i-declair (a big-ass choc cake)

this is me, biting my fingernails.

man, i miss my long hair. :(

2007-01-04T19:45:00.000+08:00

the bat country solo is hard to play. i figured that out this afternoon, after spending about 20 minutes trying to figure it out, much less play it. went to school yesterday. i guess it was okay. i didn't see everyone from 2peace. i saw some, like terence, who looks.. different wearing long pants. i keep trying to imagine him with saggy jeans, a football jersey, bandana and a yankee fitted hat. i saw joel, that motherfucking prick. i guess i can call him that, since nobody knows who i am.

there's a lot of things for me to bitch about these days. like the democrats making moves on the white house. you know what happens when democrats get into office. gay marriage, pro-choice abortion policies, STRICTER GUN LAWS, OR, GOD FORBID, A BAN ON GUNS. like annoying people in my class who think my accent's hilarious. it'll be funny to see them in america, where everyone'll laugh their asses off at them when they talk. but then, there's reason for me to be happy too.

do you ever feel like you're possessed? not like, the excorcist kind of possesed. i mean like, there's something in you that tells you to do bad shit. sometimes, i think i'm going crazy. the world feels surreal sometimes. but that's just me, maybe i really am metally fucked.

2006-12-20T02:30:00.000+08:00

i went to church on sunday, finally. it wasn't as bad as i'd thought it would be, though there were some embarrassing moments. like the time this girl who looked like zhang ziyi said something like hey jeremy welcome back and i was so embarrassed and i didn't know what to do so i just ignored her. i'm still beating myself up for that. but other than that, it was good. i saw some of my friends, rachel said hi to me. priscilla too.

we spent most of the day after service going to get bubble tea and playing grand theft auto. at 4, there was the christmas service thing, which was okay. then we went home..

monday was AWESOME. first thing in the morning (well at 9.30), i went over to jonathan's house, then we hung out for like 2 hours then we went to the gun range. it was pretty small, only 16 lanes. and the targets go back only about 50 or so feet. but i didn't care; it's a gun range. back at the house, jonathan's dad had showed me how to use his glock 19, smith and wesson .22, and his .22 rifle so i mostly knew what to do. i started with the .22 rifle, which was freaking fun. .22's don't recoil much, just enough to let you know you're shooting a real gun. jonathan's dad must have brought 2000 rounds of assorted ammo, so i was shooting for a while. then i switched to the .22 smith and wesson. that was even more fun, i shot like 200 rounds total on the pistol. then, with 10 minutes left to go, jonathan's dad let me try the glock. the glock was definitely the coolest gun there. it just looked so.. sexy. plus, it was 9mm, which was almost twice the size of a .22. i loaded it up, took aim, pulled the trigger. the gunshot was loud enough i felt vibrations through my mufflers, and the recoil kicked my arm up about 2 feet. i was like, WOW. after 4 shots, i looked at my hand and i saw the imprints of the grip on it. that gun was POWERFUL. i shot 2 10-round magazines through it, then we had to go.

we went to pick up jonathan's sister, serena at her school. when she opened the trunk to put her bag in, and we were all like, NO close the trunk! imagine what a kid would think if he saw a car with a trunk-full of guns parked outside his school. anyway nobody noticed, so it was good. i went to in and out burger, it was AWESOME. too bad singapore doesn't have fast food like that.

after that we went home to pick up the paintball stuff, then we went to hollywood sports, where the paintball field was. after the briefing and all that, we got to play. i was pretty scared most of the time, i didn't run much. after one round serena wanted to play too, so i stuck around her and watched out for her. not good enough though-she got shot once. oh well, we're playing it again, so next time i'll move my ass more. but it was fun, everyone's pretty friendly and stuff.

AND, when i got back to their place, my guitar had arrived. cool right? nope. THEY FORGOT MY FUCKING AMP. sigh. guess i'll have to wait some more. but i had an awesome day.

2006-12-16T15:10:00.000+08:00

today's kinda melachony. had to go see the dentist, which is never nice. then we went to church for fellowship.

i wasn't really keen on that. i dunno, i just felt really out of place after not being there for so long. anyway, we got there. i met a couple of my friends. namely sheng and kevin. kevin's buff now, he's got like this surfer/football player physique. sheng's just the same. aok was having a christmas party, but i didn't go. fuck me and my timidity, i should've gone. i saw steph, the hot girl who was in my group at family camp 2 years back. but that's not the point, tim was there too. oh well, i'll see them on sunday anyway.

so i walked around, finally sitting down at the playground. the place was pretty dark; all the lights weren't on yet and this is winter. memories started coming back, the way they do in sad movies. i could see the massive dogpile under the monkey bars, the reason for which i don't remember. i remembered skating around and around the entire parking lot, which is like 500 meters in perimeter. i remember playing basketball, hockey. a lot of memories, as i sat there shivering. then i snapped out of it and went shopping with my mom; fellowship wouldn't start for another hour.

when i got back i went to the back of the sanctuary where they were having adult fellowship (my fellowship group was having a party), and read about a hundred pages of the last templar. fellowship finished, we went home.

the GOOD thing though, is that my guitar shipped :D. i'll probably get it monday or so. hehe. i'm a happy kid already.

2006-12-15T14:15:00.000+08:00

Dear Santa Claus,

Dear Santa, this year you probably want to know if I've been naughty or nice. Well here's the news: I've been naughty. But it was worth it. So don't bring me any presents, you big fat judgemental BASTARD.

Lots of Lurve,

Jeremy

2006-12-14T14:40:00.000+08:00

just got back from my old church. it's nice, seeing it again, but nobody was there. i mean, none of the guys my age. but it was still nice. i was freezing my ass off outside, you could see like mist when i breathe. i was supposed to go for this meeting, but since everyone was at least twice my age, i decided to pass. i sat in the fellowship hall and read black sunday, by thomas harris.

thomas harris is the author of the hannibal books. black sunday's pretty twisted. but it's good, in that it examines this psychopath's mind. pretty interesting. AND i got the re-up :D. new album put together by eminem and the rest of the shady fraternity.

anyway my guitar still hasn't shipped. and i just found out that magnification lenses aren't allowed for competitions following issf rules. sigh.

there's a christmas party on friday, but i don't know if i want to go. i'll see danny, stanley, maybe clarence and sheng, but i don't know most of the other high school guys. oh well, maybe i should go. i only have 2 weeks left here. might as well.

2006-12-11T13:48:00.000+08:00

SORRY PEOPLE. i was in san fracisco. sorryyyyy..

anyway, i think it was a waste of time. really. apart from seeing ethan, the whole thing was a bloody waste. it takes about 7 hours to get from irvine to san francisco. so i'm sitting in the car, sleeping because i stayed up till 2 and we left at 5. then when we got there i had this crashing headache, so i slept at 5 at the hotel. woke up next morning at 9, so i got tons of sleep, headache gone.

went to ethan's grandmother's house to stay over, while my parent went out to eat and get fat. i slept at 9, didn't feel like staying up. i got to chill with ethan for like 3 hours though. it was sweet, he's sponsoring me for rifle parts now. so i gotta put a club lexus sticker on all my parts now (he used to own club lexus). lol. and he's like, 27 years old.

anyway, i got back here, kept my eyes peeled for my guitar. IT STILL HASN'T ARRIVED, DAMMIT. it's supposed to take 3-5 days, but it's been more than a fucking WEEK.

oh well.

2006-12-02T12:57:00.000+08:00

yesterday... i forgot what i did yesterday. i do remember getting black hawk down, fable, city of evil by avenged sevenfold, and beg for mercy by g-unit. so far i have 4 albums, 3 rock and 1 rap. and i got FABLE. it cost like 20 dollars, a lot cheaper than it would've cost in singapore. FABLE! WOOTS!

and my rifle is stuck here without bullets. sigh. my sister said she saw rabbits. I COULD'VE KILLED ONE OF THEM! and why didn't i? no bullets! i left all mine at home, for God's sake. jeez, there's a rifle here with no bullets, and 2000 bullets in singapore with no rifle, dammit.

i'm gonna have to conserve my money now. and i have church on sunday. sigh. i dunno what it's gonna be like. i'll be in high school now, i don't really know anyone from high school. at least some of my friends will be going to high school class with me.

2006-11-30T14:32:00.000+08:00

yesterday i slept till like 2.30. just didn't want to wake up. anyway, we went shopping. i got vice city stories for psp, waking the fallen by avenged sevenfold, one-x by three days grace, and a stupid psp charger which i had to buy cuz i forgot mine, and it cost me 30 dollars. effing idiots who make it so expensive.

today i woke up at 4, for a change. 4am. there wasn't much to do, so i watched the godfather with my dad on his laptop. it was a pretty good movie, the story was kind of slow though, and the whole movie is 3 hours long. went out shopping today again. i didn't get anything though. but i got to try the electric guitars at the musics store.

and i didn't manage to get a pair of skates yet. better luck tomorrow.

2006-11-29T06:29:00.000+08:00

HEY sorry to all the guys and girls who messaged me on msn. really sorry, i guess i was sleeping. and anyway my mom didn't let me use it much. so yeah (dammit).

anyway i had a competition on sunday. i got 6th place! damn, that feels good. okay, there were only 2 adult shooters, and the rest of them were around my age.. and the three guys my age were this rich snot from hci (that's what my coach tells me), this guy from cjc (he only got 9 points more than me haha) and this guy from temasek, i think. oh well, i didn't shoot that well, i was really stressed out. i got 560, exactly 280 for each 30 shots. last time i got 288 for my first 30, forgot my last 30. oh well, at least i didn't shoot as bad as i'd thought.

i got home around 5, and packed and stuff. remy came over to return high school musical and borrow stuff. lol. we talked a while, had dinner. then i finished packing and went to sleep at like 11. but i couldn't sleep, dunno why. i woke up at 5.30, got ready and all. i got ALL of the luggage down MYSELF, thanks to my parents. argh. we got to the airport, and when you're checking your luggage in there's a readout that tells you the weight of all the stuff, and the total was around 67 kilos, and heaviest was like 17 kilos. wish i could make my mom tip me, i'd get like 5 dollars. haha.

anyway, my parents and my sister ate at the staff canteen at the airport. i refused to eat any more chinese food, so i sat there and listened to my psp (my ipod's too unreliable now). then we went to the mcdonald's and i ate there. so after that we went to the boarding area but it wasn't open yet, so we waited outside. only 3 people messaged me to say goodbye! sigh. oh well, a couple more messaged me before. so yeah, i wasn't that hurt.

the security finally opened, we went through the metal detectors and x-rays, then waited for 20 minutes in the boarding area. then they annouced that they'd be boarding by rows. me and my sister looked at each other and we were like, oh shit. we had row 64, like right at the back of the plane. but they said families with kids could board first, so my mom told my sis to act like she was 6 (not much of a problem), and we managed to get in.

the flight from singapore to tokyo was like 6 hours. tokyo airport was pretty nice, looked high tech. kinda reminds me of the airport at taipei. there was this HOT girl who boarded the plane in tokyo. i dunno if she can be called a girl, she looked like she was 25. but she was like the typical japanese babe, with like dyed hair and all. ah, come to think of it, she's not THAT hot. then from tokyo to LA was like 12 hours. i got pretty bored on the flight (when i wasn't watching movies). my legs got cramped pretty fast, i must've gone to the bathroom 6 times on the flight from tokyo to LA, just to be able to stretch.

i saw a couple of movies on the flight. i saw pirates 2, scoop, million dollar baby, part of miami vice, part of the illusionist, and almost all of step up. oh yeah, and part of lady in the water. pirates 2 was the most AWESOME movie of all the ones i saw on the plane. it was so hilarious, i love the way jack sparrow runs. yeah, i know it's kinda old now.. but never mind. million dollar baby was a sad movie. but it was awesome too. scoop was pretty funny, but i watched it for jessica alba so.. heh. the swimsuit part was.. *takes a deep breath* NICE. HAHAHA. it wasn't that interesting though, but it was okay. the illusionist bored me, miami vice was boring too (i only saw the front part), lady in the water was boring and kinda stupid, step up was.. i dunno. i guess it's kinda nice. ash is gonna kill me for saying this but i think channing tatum's a beefy version of eminem.

anyway, we arrived at LAX at 11. got all our luggage and stuff. we were expecting the same chinese guy who picked us up all the time, but eleanor was there! me and eleanor, we go way back. like, back to when i was 4. she's 28 now, but we're good friends.

the drive back to eleanor's place took like an hour. we stopped at this italian resaturant for light lunch. the food must've been awesome; i didn't have any of the like, appetizers or anything, i just ate the complimentary bread, it was awesome.

we got to eleanor's place, and it was GREAT. and we get to STAY in it, since there's other guys staying at the place we normally stay in. her place is like, a 2000 or so square foot place, with a backyard in the back that has an awesome view of irvine (her place is on a hill). and her house is split into 2 areas; there's the main house with the living room, dining room, kitchen, garages (2 of them), 2 bedrooms and 1 master bedroom and a laundry room upstairs. VERY big already by singaporean standards, about one and a half hdb flat's put together. but there's another building next to it, a kind of tower that goes up about 50 feet or so. around the middle is a bedroom, furnished and designed almost like a hotel room. another 25 feet up is an office, which is where i'm at now. the computer there is the one from the house i used to stay at, with the 20 inch monitor. hehe, i love 20-inch.

then we went to sam woo, my favorite chinese restaurant. we saw mabel, the head waitress. i saw uncle steve (eleanor's dad, pretty big businessman, but a fun guy) and elim. i think elim's my best friend in america. he loves guns, me and him have the same views on gun laws (they suck). but i was so tired. one time uncle steve asked me about air rifle, i mumbled something like, i'm to tired to think straight. oops, wrong answer. he mumbled something to his wife like, that's not a good answer. i didn't care much though, i was too sleepy. when we got home, i watched tv a little and went straight to sleep. i woke up this morning at like 6, and the sun was up already, but i slept until like 1.30, even with the sun in my eyes. i was that tired.

the weather here is pretty cold, around 12 or so degrees in the day, 10 and lower at night i think. in farenheit (which i'm more familiar with), it's 60 in daytime, 57 and below at night, even lower if it rains. i'm wearing shorts and my fila hoodie now, but my sister's wearing stuff that you'd normally wear when it snows or something. oh well, sisters. they're weird.

i think we're going out later. my dad wants to get sneakers. so yeah, if i'm online or anything and i don't reply, i'm sorry in advance. there's a 15 hour difference, singapore's ahead. so if it's 11 pm there, it's 8 am here. maybe i'll wake up early and sneak in here to talk to you guys. my mom won't be too happy, but i miss you guys too much :(

i'll try to get some pictures posted sometime. ciao.

2006-11-24T22:58:00.000+08:00

I DECLARE TODAY FREAKY FRIDAY.

i slept at 3 today, woke up at 12. it's all good, i got my 9 hours. the i played kotor till 2, then me and my mom and my sis went to get books. we got all our stuff, and i tried on long pants for like half an hour, and in the end my mom decided to let me get 2 different sizes and try them out at home. sigh. mothers.

anyway, while i was getting into the car, my belt popped. so we had to hot-tail it to junction 8 to get me a new belt. i was walking with my hands in my pockets, trying to hold my pants up without people noticing. anyway, i got a billabong belt. so yeah, phew.

and after that we went around and i ended up buying a hat. and i found out i had a fever. so i went home to sleep.

i woke up and ate, then suddenly i felt a warmness in my fingers. i picked up the guitar, and i played a#. i'd always been struggling to play it. yeah, it's freaky friday alright.

anyway i'm gonna go look for more hats. haha. ciao

2006-11-23T20:02:00.000+08:00

it's a great day, everybody. during my meandering explorations of the worldwide web, i have chanced upon 4 items which i'd love to get.

the first is this gun. it's a glock 19. smaller version of the glock 17. is it not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? airsoft too, so i can get it. shoots 6mm spherical projectiles at 300 feet per second. gas operated, so it's semi-automatic. plus, it's legal without a gun permit. hehe. imagine me getting a real glock and smuggling it back to singapore and going on a rampage in the staff room. a singaporean columbine without the melodrama of cassie. nah, i'm kidding. airsoft guns are more fun anyway, since you can shoot those annoying-as-hell birds with them without the fear of a bird activist bringing you to court for genocide. costs 99 dollars without upgrades.

second is this electric guitar. i dunno, i've always wanted an electric guitar. well not always, but close. imagine me playing the bat country solo. that'd rock. costs 239 dollars, it's got free shipping.

third is this pair of skates. cult limited editions. they're not making these skates anymore, so i wanna grab a pair (it's the cheapest skate for the quality). imagine me doing a 520 alley oop fishbrain. okay, i just made that one up. but i love to skate. costs 139 without shipping.

ah, yes. the iPod. the mp3 player that everyone except jo wants (haha). slick style, huge capacity, plus stunning good looks make this ubiquitous on everyone's wish lists. so it's on mine. i want the 30GB one, so it costs 249, it's got free shipping too.

so how much is this all gonna cost? 726 US dollars. that's 1,124.85 SGD. let's say i don't spend any of my allowance. i get 30 a week, so it's gonna take me 37.495 weeks to save. hey! it's under a year, awesome. it's hopeless.

anyway, yesterday i went out with lina, heather, remy. we were supposed to catch either casino royale or step up, but in the end we went to amanda lim's house. her house is nice, it's got a friggin' xbox. mostly the girls stayed in her sister's room and played o2 jam, and drooled over farenheit members, rewinding the clip over and over again while the guy sang in broken english. i stayed outside playing 2-player halo with myself, wearing amanda's imitation billabong trucker hat. remy, as usual, hung around the piano and deciphered high school musical songs. i played o2 jam a little, mostly i just made heather and lina lose their combo's.

today would have been pretty boring, if i hadn't been playing knights of the old republic obsessively. i was up at 11, and i played till 3. i finally imposed some control over myself, and i went to take a shower. after i finished, i noticed my right eye was red. not a good thing, it meant that i couldn't wear my contacts lenses. no contacts, no shooting, unless i wanted to waste my time. so, back to knights of the old republic. it's a great game, it makes you think more about how the things you do influence other people, how certain events trigger others.

but enough of that philosophical crap. it'll have to wait till college. for now, we're planning to see a movie on friday. movie marathon on saturday. or maybe i've got that mixed up. oh well.

anyway, my annoying neighbor is making me annoyed. just now, i was watching her play chess with my sister. she was obviously trying to cheat, and she didn't believe me when i said that if a pawn makes it over to the other side without getting deep-sixed, it becomes a queen. when i told her i'd help her, she said never mind, you can go now. who the FUCK does she think she is? now she's playing beach volleyball with my sister in the hallway. maybe i'll go kill her later, i dunno. if i'm in the mood to. *evil look*

i'm off to download o2jam, that extremely fun bastardization of arcade games.

2006-11-20T00:21:00.000+08:00

today was a bad day from the moment i woke up. for one thing, i couldn't wake up. after the usual threats of no computer for a week, i woke up. my mom was hassling me so much i forgot to brush my teeth. meaning i went to shangri-la with smelly breath.

i was at shangri-la because some couple in our church decided to give us all a treat and have a combined service at shangri-la. must've cost a bomb, but then that couple must've been rich. it was pretty boring, about a hundred people got baptized. that's a good thing, but extremely boring.

so after that i had some finger food then my mom drove me home to get me stuff, then i was off to safra. more problems: the team going for the sea games was practising on the electronic targets, and the weapons course people booked most of the remaining lanes, so there were no free lanes till 3.30. the 3 girls going for the sea games were hot! that is, until one of them put her glasses on. but they were the hottest girls i'd ever seen in the rifle range. anyway, we didn't have any lanes at 2, but that was okay, me and abel chilled and played daytona until 3.30.

that is, until we signed out our rifles. abel's wrist was still hurt so he was still using the 700. i was supposed to use it, but i let him. i'm starting to get irritated. he acts like he's the one who was supposed to use it all along. so i was really pissed the whole time i was shooting. i stopped at 5, 30 minutes short of the limit. i just didn't feel like shooting anymore. i was using rifle 13, the piece of shit that has virtually no second pressure. and, i shot like shit, except for the last 10. abel telling me ros wouldn't let me borrow shoes until the 1st of december wasn't helping my mood here. her reason? people shoot in suit in school. HELLO? AM I THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER WITH A BRAIN? how many training sessions are left! plus i need the shoes for the competition this saturday, the people at school aren't training for any competitions. oh well, i can always borrow shoes from tpjc. but sometimes i wonder if the bitch is doing that just to make life harder for me.

anyway, after i put all my stuff back and signed in the rifle, i realized this wasn't really abel's fault, so i wasn't really pissed at him anymore. the only thing that was bugging me was that he didn't seem to be trying to help his injury heal, but i wouldn't know about that. so yeah, i was pretty stupid to get pissed at him.

we did our customary inspection of the pool outside the range for pretty bikini girls (none), and we took the bus to the interchange, and we took our seperate buses. i was listening to jie kou, one of jay chou's ballads. there was a couple cuddling 2 seats in front of me. there were questions running through my head: did she really love him? how long were they gonna stay together? what emotions and feelings were going through the guy? and the usual sentimental bullshit. they were sitting like that for a long time, the girl's head resting on his shoulder, sleeping on each other. wonder what that must feel like. after a while i got sick of the scene. i switched to Jet, and listened to rock until i got home.

there was the bible study group at home. i had no idea they were having it today. when i got home, they were going to mcdonald's. i didn't feel like going with them, they were all girls, mostly younger than me. so i stayed at home and played knights of the old republic until they got back. while the rick warren video was playing, i kept playing kotor until my mom gave me one too many dirty looks, it was getting dangerous. i quickly got lethargic: there's something about rick warren's voice and his actions that make me sleepy. nothing against the man of course, i'd heard him preach once at saddleback. i was alseep then too.. oh well.

so after the video came the discussion, and i returned to kotor. made a lot of sadistic choices, like killing a jedi master and messing with a mercenary's head.

mercenary: you shouldn't be here, dust off.

me: hmm.. let's have some fun. (uses Force powers) give me your gun.

mercenary: (gives me his gun)

me: now turn that way and don't ever talk to me again.

mercenary: (turns around, and remains silent.)

i tried talking to him again, but he didn't say anything. hehe.

anyway, one of the girls who went to the bible study group was at her late grandmother's wake, so everyone went to be with her. i didn't go of couse, it's not like i'd be much of a help.

played kotor again. i think i'm addicted to role playing games now.

2006-11-18T22:29:00.000+08:00

yesterday was a disastrous collection of problems. for one, i drank 2 cans of green tea prior to shooting. abel was telling me it would affect me, but i didn't listen. as a result, i shot like shit. now, why the fuck does drinking something like green tea affect you anyway? damnit, it shouldn't. AND, i was shooting at the same time as abel, which meant he got to use the 700. his wrist is still injured. so that was a wasted training session.

not to mention, the yts bastards and bitches, and the head asshole. no offence to anyone going to yts, but the people i saw from yts were complete asswipes. especially that fancy little fuck with the pug face and a pathetic excuse for a mohawk growing on his sorry excuse for a head. giving me attitude the whole time, talking about me to his bitch girlfriend too. the coach wasn't any better. staring at us the whole time, even my coach thinks he's a fucker. i'm gonna tear them all new assholes at the nationals next year, mark my words.

today was a little better. i went to the toa payoh interchange to pass the appeal form to heather. her neighbor was there too. quiet guy, heather says he's very innocent. haha.

we walked around the interchange, must've been 3 times. we went the the library and we saw farah.

heather: hi farah!

farah: hello!

heather: look behind you

farah: (turns around and sees me.)

farah: EEEK! (runs into library.)

what a friendly person! she screamed right into my ear. oh WELL, glad to know she's happy to see me.

anyway heather was looking for romance novels. chinese ones. she wouldn't read english ones. then again, she wouldn't tell me her weight either, so yeah. we went back to the interchange, for like the 4th time. we looked around cd rama, and i saw get born! the jet album. heather lent me 10 bucks to get it. hehe.

then i went home, which was kind of a mistake. i should've stayed over at someone's place. my mom's giving me bullshit reasons for banning me from the phone.

mom: you CANNOT use the phone tonight.

me: why?

mom: because you cannot.

that's bullshit if i ever heard it.

2006-11-15T23:32:00.000+08:00

i saw my results today. me and remy are in the same class! YES! and i got poa. stupid teachers, i got 49, they still want me to appeal. i think they like being appealed to, sick bastards.

and lina and heather and remy came over today. we went to the basketball court at bishan cc. remy terence ing wen were all playing, i was stoning on the bleacher things. then we went to my place to eat (we got takeout from mcdonald's). my house made all kinds of creepy noises when we were eating, like the sliding door creaking, mobiles moving around in the study room, my chair making freaky noises. i'm kinda used to it, but heather got freaked out. that's what happens when you watch too many horror movies. and she was scared of the big plastic box outside the corridor leading to my place, for heaven's sake. but it was freaking hilarious.

me and heather and lina played tekken 3 on my playstation. i TRIED to help heather but she was all like, 'no! i want to catch up to you'. so yeah, the score was 16-7 in the end. heh. we watched the cat returns, while remy played nba live and dota. then we went downstairs to play basketball. lina owned everyone as usual at the abc game. we tried everything we could to make her miss (chant 'mike he', give her weird looks, give her short bows and talk to her in japanese), but none of them really worked till she got to the free throw line. by which time i'd airballed 3 times and so i had to start over. sigh. we played the game with lives, i dunno what that's called. lina and remy were left, remy had 5 lives and lina had 1. and lina won in the end.

so after that, we played badminton for a while, and heather had to pick up her sis and buy her mcdonald's. sheesh. my sis never buys me mcdonald's. okay maybe she does. so yeah, we left for mcdonald's. she got the food, and they got a taxi and left.

today was fun

2006-11-14T22:51:00.000+08:00

i went to safra again today. i feel like i live there already. i was worried that i wouldn't shoot well today, cuz my balance was off the last time i shot, but no problem there. my contact lenses fell off. well, my left one. ain't that great! i couldn't see squat. huge pain in the ass, well eyes. wasted too, today i was using the 700.

anyway, results are out tomorrow. i mean TODAY. SCREW THE TEACHERS FOR NOT TELLING US. but maybe they released the results sooner cuz they mark fast. either way, DAMN THEM. but you know, i'm not upset about it at all. i'm just having a nervous breakdown.

but craig ferguson rocks! he's the funniest guy in the world. and anderson cooper is the dopest guy on cnn. and erica hill is the hottest newscaster i've ever seen. AND amy adams is soooooo cute!

oh YEAH. i still haven't gotten the avenged sevenfold album.

2006-11-11T21:01:00.000+08:00

today's the national youth team trials. i wouldn't be able to be on the team if i made the cut, since i'm not a citizen, but i went anyway.

i got there, rented a gun from the cute girl who didn't charge me extra for going overtime the last time i was there (if she was about a foot taller, she'd be hot). went inside, put the sight raiser on, added weights. then i realized my pants were still with coach, he was fixing the zip for me. coach found me another pair that fit me better though.

i was feeling kinda nervous; the last time i shot i'd shot beyond noob-like. plus my legs and part of my ass were still sore. but i thought fuck it, i'm still gonna shoot.

just my luck, the gun i was using didn't have dry fire. well, joy. everyone else is dry firing, i'm standing there lifting the gun up, pulling the trigger, then putting the gun down like a jackass. i let abel use the 700, since he tore his wrist muscle/got his ligament pulled out of place.

so there i was, using a 40-year-old safra rifle, without shooting shoes (they support your ankle and have more grip), using gecko pellets, while the saint pats guys behind me are all using korean suits, with aluminium rifles. sigh. this is what happens when the teacher in charge of your cca doesn't know shit about buying the right things. or if she's a bitch. but don't quote me on that.

anyway, i started shooting, my first 30 shots were very good. well, they were the best i shot so far. 288. then on my fourth series my sighting got fucked, big time. i aimed at a 10 and i hit a low 7. could've been the sights, could've been my poor footing (i was wearing my white converses, after a while they slide), i never figured out which. anyway, i got an 88, and a 94 and 91 after that. 561 total. it's still a big improvement if you count the whole thing or just the first 30 shots, but i know i could've done better.

when i went home, it wasn't raining. it was fucking storming. but i don't mind storms. they go well with jay chou songs on the bus.

2006-11-09T21:25:00.000+08:00

yesterday, played badminton with dexter remy jolina abby natazsha. well, abby and natazsha didn't play. natazsha was mostly watching the little boys in tights do gymnastics. abby was laughing and laughing. she laughed so much i hit a shuttle at her. it hit her shoulder, she screamed, and fell down. she laughed so much this coach gave her a dirty look.

we played a lot, around 3 and a half hours. dexter and remy came after training, but dexter didn't seem to be tired at all. the benefits of having a commando's physique. remy learned to smash. everyone played a lot of drop shots. remy got hit a lot (by me). what? i didn't do it on PURPOSE. me and dexter had a couple of one-on-one matches.

so after that we went to the food junction to eat. we saw this lady with like, double d's on the escalator. you know, double d's? think sizes. so anyway we found a seat, and the lady with the double d's sat down at the table behind ours. we got our food, and she ordered hers. when we were eating she got more food. then when we finished she went and got more food, AGAIN. damn, no wonder she's got them double d's. maybe its in her genes, all her fat goes to.. her boobies.

so yeah, that was yesterday. today i woke up with aches all over. especially my ass. speaking of which, i think my ass has shrunk, but that's just me. i went to school to train the sjab. they were pretty good. couple guys got their heads ripped off by coach for pointing their rifles where they weren't supposed to point them. oh well, happens all the time.

then after that me and abel went to j8 to look for jeans. didn't find any, so we went to eat. food junction again. didn't see the double d lady though.

went to safra after that. i must've been crazy. i couldn't even walk properly, my sore ass was affecting my movement. and my arms were weak. i went there and my shots were all over the place. cuz i didn't have my full suit (coach was helping me repair my pants). i tried shooting with my jacket, but it felt really weird without my pants. so i ditched the jacket and shot without it, but they were worse. coach victor, i think that's his name, lent me one of the saint pat's suits, belonged to a guy called mark. black marksman house (korean) suit. looked damn sexy, but it was really soft. the pants were very slim too, and too long. well the whole thing was too big. so i shot okay for a while, but after that, like shit again. guess i wasn't meant to shoot today.

i went home, we had this bible study (sort of, we were doing the 40 days of purpose thing). someone ordered pizza, i think i ate like half a kilo. so after that, an hour and a half of discussion. i slept through all of it, almost literally. then after that i was left at home with 4 annoying girls, while my mom went downstairs to TALK. thanks, mom. they irritated the fucking shit out of me, i couldn't stand it, so i went downstairs. came up, they were still here. well shit, just my luck. they just left, thank God.

speaking of thanking God, on the bus back, i was thanking Him for a lot of things. my mom, my ipod, music in general, rain, things like that. it was really random, but i feel happier now (i'm suddenly in a thankful mood again).

2006-11-06T16:25:00.000+08:00

the quote of the day:

"the surreptitious killer was named blessing. says:
hha. goode ans.

the surreptitious killer was named blessing. says:
I NOW CROWN YOU MS UNIVERSE.

the surreptitious killer was named blessing. says:
can i eat the crown, cos i think its made out of choc."

2006-11-05T22:42:00.000+08:00

we had to make this candy/floral arrangement at sunday school today. it's kinda hard to explain. i just stuck all the candy in the foam box thing and got started on the food (they had food today, which is really rare).

i went to safra, shot there for 3 hours, but the cute (short) girl at the counter didn't charge me extra, so that was cool. i thought abel wasn't gonna come, so i put all my parts on the 700 and adjusted it, but he came in the end, so i had to take all my parts off the 700 and put it on some cheap-ass 40-year-old safra rifle, which didn't have a dry firing mechanism. well, shit. that's life, you say.

there was a guy shooting pistol 2 lanes in front of me, seemed to be having a hard time. one time he made a bad shot and ripped his hat off, threw it down on the counter thing and stalked off, walking around in circles. coach had this idea, so he asked the guy if he could borrow his gun for 5 shots, the guy said yes. so coach got 80 or 160 grams of lead weights, attached it to the pistol's cylinder, and shot a couple times. the guy noticed, and tried the pistol out with weights on. 5 shots later, he was jumping up and down like a kid on christmas morning. apparently there was a 'sudden' change in his shots. ah, the miracle of 2 lead fishing weights and masking tape.

so after training, i took the bus back. usually coach drops me off on the way downtown, but it was a special day for him, i guess, so yeah. went out to dinner at king's with my old friend, jk lee. deacon, i think, at fcbc walnut, church i went to sometimes when i was 4. pretty kool, meeting him. well, we meet every year, but its nice.

i didn't eat much at king's, i just sat and listened to them talk. church politics, or something like that. got pretty bored, plus my stupid ipod died.

yeah, and i've been wearing my contacts for 14 hours now. if i don't keep good contact lens habits i can't wear them anymore. well, shit again. and good luck to mel and valerie, they're having o' levels. if they don't do well, i'll kill them

night, people

2006-11-02T20:36:00.000+08:00

today's awesome. i had training, coach victor was there and he coached me and abel for a while. but that wasn't the awesome part.

went out with heather, lina, farah, remy after training. vivo city. it was great. spent lots of time following the girls around (window shopping) then we went to carl's! i haven't eaten at carl's for like half a year. had a great reunion with chilli cheese fries. i had a famous star burger, which i couldn't finish. lina had a double western, which she finished. argh. i didn't have to upsize my meal, in the first place, cuz the drinks were self service.. oh well.

so yeah, after that we were broke. cuz we'd paid for the movie before we ate. inside the cinema was sooo cold, it made us all need to pee. we made it in time for the trailers.

the movie was okay, pretty good. i was being freaked out all the time. lina heather farah seemed okay, and remy was laughing at me getting freaked out. some parts were so disgusting (think spiders crawling up noses/ears), and some were freaky (darklings appearing next to you). the girls wanted to see the movie cuz of the guys. personally, the whole movie was kinda dark. so i couldn't see them very clearly. the blond guy with gloves was freaking kool though.

after the movie, more window shopping. farah kicked remy and started complaining that her shin was injured. me and remy were laughing our asses off. i imitated her a lot, and this stupid asshole in a red shirt gave me this weird look and started muttering under his breath to his bimbo girlfriend. oh well.

we went to the arcade at dhoby, there were 3 bimbo's using the para para machine. i was getting sick watching them dance. we left and me and remy and farah watched lina and heather play games when we got too sick of them.

we finished playing (and watching), so we left. we were going to go home, but farah had to get something for her sister, so we went with her. got the thing, messed around with halloween hats and toy swords, then we all went home.

at the rate i'm spending money.. i don't wanna think about it. WHO CARES. it was freaking fun.

2006-11-01T23:02:00.000+08:00

i went shopping with abel. went to golden mile complex. on the way i saw a monk smoking. i would've taken a picture, but i don't have a camera. we went to chye whatt seng ( a shop inside golden mile complex which basically monopolizes gun 'supplies'). lucky they were open, i wasn't expecting them to be.

and we went back to junction 8. on the way we were looking for bags, but we didn't find any for the first half an hour, so we went to eat. and play the 360 at the shop next to the apple shop. er.. you know which one. and, of course, looking for hot girls. i saw a couple (: anyway, i found a sling bag. so i decided to be and asshole, and i told the auntie that i'd be back ( i'd already made up my mind ). went to seiyu and back again, and the auntie told me she found another bag. it had a MUCH better paint job. thank God i went away for a while.

then we went to the bubble tea shop. saw ash, wendy, and all the other pretty girls i dont know. ing wen greeted me with the traditional "ang mor!". andrew was there too. we got our bubble tea, and left with the 2love people. the girls were all hyper, haha.

so yeah, i'm at home now. trying to act cute to all the people i'm talking to on msn. i have training tmr, and maybe a hot date (:

2006-10-30T22:43:00.001+08:00

today was no fun at all. i sat at home doing nothing, absolutely.

i love my chemical romance! teenagers is an awesome song. i was doing pullups just now and gerard was screaming "they said teenagers scare, the living shit outta me..." and i was halfway up. i made this weird choking sound and i dropped. lol.

my cousin is such an awesome girl, cuz she sent me the song. (:

oh shit, i forgot what i was going to blog about.

2006-10-30T22:43:00.000+08:00

testing. blogspot better fucking work.

2006-10-29T19:57:00.000+08:00

yesterday i went for the Poor Man's Cheap-Ass Shoot. actually, it's called the greenridge invitational. it's at cdans, which i hate. the damn floor is like made of ice. fucking slippery.

played cards with leo hendry and ying jie. there was a maxim magazine lying around. so all the curious sec 1's were looking at it. for us? no kick la. (kidding)

then i went to shoot. i had this i-don't-give-a-sheet attitude, somehow. so i didn't do so well. i actually got 1 point better than the last time, but i could've done better. 4 points better at least, if my (actually abel's) rifle didn't missfire.

got home and played music the whole night. my dad was preparing for his sermon while avenged sevenfold, seether and slipknot were playing in the background, hope that didn't affect his sermon.

and today i was bored of out my mind, sitting at home playing guitar. almost finished my entire playlist-that's like 45 minutes of playing, non-stop. then i didn't have anything to do for the next 6 hours. sigh. oh well, the night's still young.

2006-10-27T14:19:00.000+08:00

i don't know what to think of myself.

2006-10-23T17:55:00.000+08:00

we got our fucking report cards back! yay! i screwed up, big time. i can't even take double science. oh no.

and for Conscientiousness, Initiative, and Respect, i got "Demonstates to a Certain Extent". oooooh! big fucking deal. at least i got a "good' for my conduct.

2006-10-21T13:38:00.000+08:00

yesterday, we had stupid math activities. i had to fricking pay cash for it, and i slept throught the whole thing. then remy, amanda, lina, farah came over. heather's ankle was fractured/infected so she couldn't come.

pretty fun time, we played basketball and remy played jay chou songs on the piano. i tried to ollie like a hundred times and i landed it once. they left around 5 to go visit heather. the first bus they tried to board closed the doors in their faces. i was there lol-ing and remy was giving the bus driver the finger, and farah was threatening to call sbs. amanda and lina were lol-ing too.

after they left my mom had this bible study thing at our place. my friend came over. plus like 9 other girls. urgh. i was getting sick by then. i couldn't stand it anymore and i crashed at 9. i woke up a couple of times. then today i woke up at 8 and played dota till 11.

phantom assasin, 5 on 1. 67 kills. maybe i'm just lucky, or maybe 67 kills against 5 easy ai isn;t that special.

i still feel sick.

that's all.

2006-10-19T20:58:00.000+08:00

we got to visit a SENIOR CITIZEN'S HANGOUT PLACE TODAY WORS. so freaking FUN. post exam activities, you'd think they'd make us do something more interesting. i guess we were doing something good though.

there was only one guy there who could speak english. and the rest of them didn't talk much either anyway. plus no one talked to them, except for me and remy and thawfeek. ok, i dunno if anyone talked to them. terence, as usual, was flirting with the old ladies. lol.

our class had this performance, then mas cheok sang karaoke. urgh. the most unnatural thing i'd ever seen. so we went back to school, we got there at like 12.45 or something.

i stayed in the library with hyun jun, maliwi and valerie, talking and checking out their textbooks. then i went to the canteen and sat with johnny till 2. then i went to sit with eunice and jin han and krystopher. really boring, they were talking about some fund raising thing. then ros came. sick. good thing coach came at 2.30.

so coach and ros went to this meeting. we went upstairs to the range and sat there looking stupid. hendry was having fun smashing assorted coins. we waited there for the bitch. TWO FUCKING HOURS. and to think, the bitch would get pissed if we were 10 minutes late. fuck it, such a fucking hypocrite. we were just about to leave, then she showed up. no apology, nothing at all. and we didn't get to go into the range at all. seems like she was unable to get the keys. which means i couldn't get my sight raiser or my lens or the weights.

after a talk from coach i went to borders with my mom and sis. my sis got high school musical, i got slipknot. like, polar opposites.

so i guess today wasn't a total loss.

and noren said i was a nice girl! (:

that's all

2006-10-17T20:18:00.000+08:00

the problem with not having regular access to internet is, whenever something interesting happens, i never get to blog about it. and whenever i do get internet access, i'm too busy doing other shit that i don't have time to blog.

from what i remember of yesterday, results came out. tons of people cried, some for stupid reasons. i didn't cry, i'm so brave. i fucking PASSED chinese. waiting for the report books to come out before i start grieving.

then after school me remy abby jolina went to her place. tons of fun playing xbox. i murdered remy at underground 2, he won me by 2 takedowns at burnout revenge. he's got this perpetual, nauseus bout of luck.

crystal hates me now, i helped abby do free throws at nba live 2006. scored like, 14 points on free throws. and when crystal asked me to help her shoot a free throw i missed. heh. it was an accident okay!

and jolina played fable later on. i wanted to get fable earlier this year, but i lost interest. now i wanna get it again.

so yesterday was a good day.

today, i couldn't fucking wake up. went to school, more than half asleep. bad timing, we had sex ed. the most boring day of this week, so far.

and i had training today. i didn't go, coach wasn't there. no point going, the fucked up t.i.c. is worthless. plus remy came over.

that's all.

2006-10-12T13:57:00.000+08:00

exams are all over. i should be happy, but somehow i'm not. oh well, maybe later i will be.

yesterday, math papers were killers. i didn't finish either of them, first one cuz i didn't have time, second one cuz i didn't know how to do it. i didn't care though, last day of exams. and ashvini kept saying how today would be a blast. before i'd gone into the class, blessing told me the date was cancelled, they were watching a tamil movie. and i was supposed to work today, but since we were gonna watch a movie i changed it so that i'd work on thursday and friday to make up for not working today. hmmmmm.

so since we weren't going to watch a movie, remy, dexter, eugene, joel, and me decided to play lan. eugene went there first, remy and dexter had to stay back in school for some moe survey, and joel went with me to go home and change. i'd never have expected that to happen, but it did.

after i finished changing, me and joel went to amk to meet poor eugene, who'd been waiting for like an hour. along the way, i had to control myself not to beat up the little twit for his sanctimonious, patronizing remarks, the little bastard.

anyway, joel's friend was there, so we went to raiders, but we couldn't get in (they didn't allow people under 16 to go in on a school day), so we went to the cheapest lan shop i'd ever seen. not cheap, as in inexpensive, cheap as in crappy. the air conditioning was screwed, the place was hot. crowded, too. but it was ok, so we went in and started playing.

me and joel's friend against eugene and joel. i didn't have to do much, joel's friend's nightstalker did all the work. so i just slacked and watched joel and eugene get owned. remy and dexter came over early, cuz their survey ended at like 12.30. there wasn't any more space in the shop anymore though, so we paid (1.50) and went to orchard.

the one at orchard was a LOT better, the cpu casings looked fricking cool (transparent windows, alienware-esque front panel, fans on the side). really fast too. i saw this guy playing far cry, on pretty high graphics settings.

it wasn't really crowded, so we managed to get computers next to each other. we played 2 games of dota (i was getting bored from being owned). then we played cs, and it was more fair, until two other guys joined the game and started killing everyone. i'd never been owned so badly before.

after we played for 3 hours, we left to watch a movie. by the time we got to shaw house, my head was ready to explode. there weren't any nice movies to watch, to we ate there. by that time my eyes hurt to much i took my contacts off without bothering to follow all the safety guidelines and shit. threw the contacts into my drink, then we left. took 54 with remy back to bishan. bus was crowded, plus i still had the headache. heather called me and told me something that should have cheered me up, but my head hurt so bad i was gonna puke, so i didn't really care.

i got home, and after a while my headache started to go away.

and today, i was late for 'work'. i graded papers, can you believe it.

that's all.

2006-10-10T19:47:00.000+08:00

home ec paper. didn't know how to do it, i just used common sense. miss lao or something was screaming into the boy's bathroom, telling desmond to hurry up. desmond came out grinning. obviously, i was sitting down laughing my ass off quietly as i could.

then after the paper, we were going to mcdonald's to eat. on the way, these two girls, lets call them mary and jane. mary's walking really close to jane, and what pops into my genius mind? head banging time! so i sneak up, and crack their heads together. hard, apparently. mary started cursing and came around to whack me a couple of times, much to the delight of my friends. jane started cursing REALLY bad and just ignored me. mary and jane walked away really fast so the other two girls we were with went to catch up to them. me and the guys went to mcdonalds, got drinks, then we went to the basketball court.

we played a while, even i played. lol. it was horrible. i can't play basketball worth a damn.

so we went to 7 11 to get more drinks after we played. i was getting a slurpee, and the machine exploded. like, what the heck. bad day, bad day *jackie chan accent. bad luck, twice in a day. and it's not even the 13th yet, what the heck.

we went to math class, and i tried to apologize. mary ignored me. jane ignored me even more. but on the way out mary said bye to me. you know what, who cares about jane. i tried on msn too, she ignored me. fine, i'm not gonna bother.

i went home after math enrichment, feeling pretty sad. the first song i played when i got home was 'bad day', daniel powter. but my sis called and cheered me up a lot (:

spent the whole afternoon playing rome:total war and guitar. supposed to be studying, but i haven't got around to doing that yet. math exam tomorrow, you'd think i'd be studying. i just want the math paper to be over as fast as it can. then i can go watch john tucker with my 2 sisters, 2 brothers, and other random people.

"Eternal Rest"

Avenged Sevenfold

Dark in their hearts, I can feel it burn inside of me
Tormented young with no souls, haunting me
Pain in their lives all they know is misery
Take these chains away that are holding me down

ditto, a7x

that's all.

2006-10-07T20:55:00.000+08:00

i woke up today, half naked. it was too hot last night cuz when i went to sleep the air conditioner had been on for like 5 minutes so it was too hot. so i took my shirt off. i looked DAMN SEXAYE. just kidding. then when i woke up and i looked at myself in the mirror i saw a six-pack, i swear. i think i laughed too much last night.

i spent the whole day in airconditioned bliss. the haze is getting worse, i think i'm gonna get lung cancer when i'm 16 (delayed effects). then when i'm 17 my liver will turn to stone and my kidneys will fail, from all the coke i'm doing now. and the chips. i just realized i'm not eating really healthy.

i had to study the whole day. and my mom thinks it's not enough, she's gonna take the power cable for my computer tomorrow. like how fucked up is that. oh well, whatever she wants.

my sister's freakish today, it's like she drank a bottle of stolichnoya or something. she's been acting crazy, screaming and freaking everyone out. jeez, little kid getting high on hard liquor? that's like heaven man!

i went through the entire morning, afternoon, and now evening without taking a shower. it's weird, it feels kinda refreshing, cuz i didn't need to take a shower, and it's weird, cuz i feel like i took a shower cuz i went to sleep in my home clothes last night. so it looks like i took a shower... never mind.

now my mom's being a bitch. by updating my humble blog, i have just got myself grounded. fuckit, i don't care.

better go before i get banned for the week.

that's all.

2006-10-06T21:23:00.000+08:00

screw history, thank God it's finally over. i think i'm gonna fail; i have already accepted my fate.

remy came over after math remedial. had fun commanding armies, driving fast cars, and playing music. remy taught me the finer points of guitar strings. went to mcdonald's after that, no pretty girls there. sigh. oh well, one can't have everything.

on the way back to the bus stop, remy couldn't stop laughing, it was funny as hell! he'd walk for like 2 seconds, then i'd start laughing a little and he'd start laughing, after a while we couldn't take it and we just stopped walking, bended over and laughed our asses off, at nothing. overdose of caffeine, probably. if milo can give you an oversdose. we were eating mcflurry's (mom's treat), so that just made it worse. i damn near spit out some of my mcflurry (and some almost went up my nose) when remy made me laugh again. lol. dunno what came over me. i made him laugh a lot more though. revenge for this afternoon (almost spat out my bubble tea, cuz of him).

and there was this GORGEOUS girl at the bus stop. she was sitting alone at the bench and we didn't dare to sit next to her. she was so freaking HOT. albeit with an extremely greasy nose. but who cares about a little thing like that when you're as pretty as her? since we weren't man enough to sit next to her, we opted to stand behind the bus stop. then we could still see her through the glass, hehe. then after she left, i sat down where she had been sitting and i could feel the HEAT.

now i'm trying to find a crack file for remy. he owes me big time, and he owes me money too.

i love friday's, i'm gonna sleep late tonight and sleep in tomorrow. and maybe i'm not gonna work out, i just wanna relax now. screw the exams, i don't care now. the haze is really bad now. don't know the psi but i can see the fucking haze when i look out the window.

dear God, please help the forests to stop catching fire. just to piss the forest-burning apostates off. and if the tree-huggers are happy, that isn't such a bad thing either. but mainly, it's cuz my nose feels weird all the time now. oh Lord, save the trees!

this is so ironic, my sister's going downstairs with her friends to play with FIRE. that'll make it WORSE. (oh Lord please help my sister's sparklers not to sparkle. hehe)

i just started playing demon days again. the gorillaz album. it's awesome, i'm wondering why i never listened to it much before.

"O Green World"

O green world,
Don't desert me now
Bring me back to fallen town
Where someone is still alive
Fighting for something new in this
When no one needs the heart of me and I'll
Get out somewhere other than me before...
(than me before...)
O green world
Don't deserve me now
I'm made of you and you of me
But where are we?
Oh no
Sells to lie
Phone with talk, you stars
Suppose you
Down when you're in fast
Cause it seems so little to you
But now you're in love, you know
You know, me too
You know, me too
I hope sex and drugs rust into my self, holy
It feels holy
It feels like you're with your father in the place you love...

sounds random? yeah, that's what i thought. it's like, the tree-hugger's anthem.
that's all.

2006-10-05T20:40:00.000+08:00

english paper's over. comprehension was ok, composition was horrible.

the new version of itunes rocks! insofar as it doesnt lag anymore.

franky morales rocks! i wanna skate like him.

jason parker rocks! i wanna shoot like him.

anyway, ipod, skates, video card. which one?

that's all.

2006-10-02T19:03:00.000+08:00

lit paper's over! damn, am i happy. the questions were freaking hard, question 5 was a killer; there was nothing to write for a 20 mark question. stupid teachers, they want to close down the lit class, probably. wouldn't put it past them sadists.

and i finished studying for chinese, im so happy. chinese has always been the test i liked least (hated, actually), and it's gonna be over tomorrow. but still, i have 3 agonizing hours, sitting down in front of a paper, i mostly can't understand, writing some stupid letter to some random idiot (there's letter writing for the test). but still, 3 hours of torture, and after that 7 days of like, not-so-bad torture, then BLISS FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. but there's still the test tomorrow. i'm confident that i'll get at least 10 marks (out of 100, probably). ah, who GIVES.

i can almost ollie now! ollie=jump on a skateboard. tried like 50 times yesterday, managed to land it ONCE. i got an inch off the ground, landed square on my trucks. well, almost. still, i LANDED IT.

that's all

2006-10-01T22:27:00.000+08:00

end of year exam, tomorrow. and i'm not scared. i'm FEARLESS. it's just another annoying exam, the results of which will determine your future. i mean, who gives. oh shit what am i saying.

truth is, i'm kinda scared. i want to go to a good class next year. not good as in, over-achievers and nerds. good as in, nice people, and a minimum of pointy asses. still, abby and jo and ash and blessing are taking lit, probably :D so there's be at least 4 nice people, if i manage to get into lit. lol.

but just in case the paper's set by a sadist, who wants make the whole sec 2 batch retain, i studied today. yup, i told y'all i was a good boy.

my sms'es are gonna kill me. i've already sent upwards of 500 so far and i've got 3 weeks left on my bill. last month i had to pay the Mom 23 dollars, excess sms'es. and i TOLD her to get the student plan, the one with 1000 messages. did she listen? hah. i seem to be getting a lot of messages lately, anyway. wonder why i'm so popular all of a sudden. maybe popular isn't the right word. oh well, you get the message. i feel nice that people talk to me more now. haha. i know it's weird.

oh DAMN, how i want to learn electric guitar. at least i have my dad's acoustic. i can play some songs, but i'm not good at all. so i'm still learning.

and i want a pair of USD skates. the one with the freestyle frames, those are awesome. plus, i can afford them! finally. after i get these bad boys, i'll be broke again. oh well, i hope next year's chinese new year will have an overhaul.

anyway, it's lit tmr. what's there to study for lit? they give you the passage from the story anyway, so it's ok. i'm not scared, i'm not scared. actually looking forward to seeing someone tmr (:

that's all

2006-09-27T22:01:00.000+08:00

i had a haircut. another one. and i look the same. just the sideburns are gone, and i had to wait 5 hours and pay 5 dollars for that. as kiet hwee said, 'wah lao eh what the fuck the school thinking? we having exams already still wanna do this stupid shit in class period wah lao fuck eh chee bye." i forgot the rest.

and, after the stupid haircut, which took until almost 4, i went home and i went out again to get ANOTHER haircut cuz the one i got at school sucked. the back was screwed up, apparently. so i had to trim the back, make my fringe more jagged, equalize my sideburns. and this one was FREE. and MUCH BETTER. damn the stupid beaurucrats at school.

and there's HAZE. why do they have to keep burning forests, i wonder. im sure the beaurucrats have more reasons for that.

man, im scared for this exam. im not really sure im ready yet. oh well, trust God with everything i guess, it's always helped.

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2006-09-26T20:49:00.000+08:00

i hate hair and attire checks. i think the teachers just love to pick on me. look at alsagoff (hey boy, come here. pull up your pants, tuck your shirt in, pull up your socks, and GET A HAIRCUT), santha (same things, basically). and every teacher i see tells me to tuck my shirt in and pull my pants up. sigh. how the innocent suffer.

and, i had to get a haircut today. well, at least i didnt lose that much hair. i still look about the same, except my hair is 'acceptable' to the school's Holy Rules.

and, the fingertips on my left hand have evolved into some sort of tough, smooth exoskeleton. at least i can play guitar easier now. my stupid right ring finger's infected.

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2006-09-24T19:37:00.000+08:00

i didnt go to church today. im such an apostate. well, its only for today. had a competition at yishun safra, safra monthly shoot. only one detail, very few people (just goes to show how many shooters abandon their sport in the interest of study). only 3 other guys for 10m air rifle men, another RI guy was a no-show.

had a TON of problems when i got there. when i got there they were just opening up, and the air conditioning wasnt cool yet. i had to go rent my rifle (the school gun sucks as bad as ros), and when i got it and paid rental, I REALIZED THAT THE REARSIGHT WAS THE ONE THAT I HAD SWITCHED WITH ANOTHER GUN CUZ IT WASNT WORKING RIGHT. dammit. so i went back, tried to get the rearsight off the school rifle, and IT WOULDNT COME OFF. so i had to return the safra rifle and sign out the school rifle. which means i paid 2.10 for nothing. damn those stupid capitalists.

so by this time, preperation time has already started. i got my suit on real quick, started dry firing. the problem with the school gun, the pressure on the trigger is very inconsistent. meaning, that sometimes the gun will fire when you dont expect it to, and there's no second pressure. well. thats just wonderful. there i am, shooting with a shit-ass gun, while some hotshot, half bald coach is shooting in the lane in front of me with his steyr, and some hotshot nerd is shooting behind me with a 603 (same as mine, but probably no problems with it, and he was wearing a freaking korean suit. probably.). intimidation? never! i am FEARLESS.

competition started, i was pretty unstable. but, my first series, i got 95! surprising, since the foresight lens i was using was 4.0 clear. and the gun was freaking light. and i was really unstable. and the damn trigger was screwed. amazing! God in heaven was smiling.

everything was good, till around my 35th shot. i dropped my towel, and i moved my foot to get it off (looked freaking stupid). in doing this, i lost me footing, and when you lose your footing, unless you get it back to the same place it was, your sighting is screwed. which is exactly what happened. i proceeded to ruin everything that i had worked for (282 in 30 shots, qualifying score for the national finals fo shizzle), and i got an 87 and 85. bloody fricking hell. really bad lapse of concentration, i'll never forgive myself.

my final score? 95, 92, 95, 87, 85, 92. imagine if the 87 and 85 had been 93 and 93. i'd have gotten 560. for me, thats really good. anyway, doesnt matter. i havent trained for a week prior to today's competition.

anyway, my fingers are in agony. played guitar too much. my fingers are supposed to get used to it by now, but valerie (a really pretty/nice/short girl) said once that i had pretty fingers. so yeah.

and i think ashvini's forgotten all about me. :(

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2006-09-22T17:54:00.000+08:00

about my previous post. i was pissed, that's all. heh.

pretend today's the 21st.

we got our class pics back! so cool, i look dEMOnic. didnt bother to get people to sign, just asked the people sitting around me.

ashvini and remy came over! so cool. met valerie at the bishan interchange, but she was too chicken to come with us. (saying that about a girl might be a worse thing than saying that to a guy. get what i mean? never mind.) her bus came, we could've taken it, but 52 was right behind, so we took 52! HAHAHA.

we were supposed to study. we ended up playing ping pong, badminton in the wind, and trying to play boulevard of broken dreams on piano and guitar. my sis rocks at guitar (: the 51 kilo one, i mean.

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