Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
25 years old.
NUS graduate.
Now earning a living as someone who has to speak properly, spell properly, write properly.
No I'm not working for Sesame street!
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Wednesday, March 31, 2004
I'm thinking of becoming a mentor.
We all got that email didn't we.
While some of you have clicked delete without even checking it out, I've gone on to read more about it, and I like what I read.
Briefly, here's what it's about:
You will need to commit to meeting the students at their school two hours every week on a weekday afternoons during term time for the next academic year 2004 - 05. You will also be working in a group with other mentors to plan activities for the teens. Applicants will go through a selection interview in May 04 and selected mentors are required to attend an orientation training in July. All applications must either be submitted online or handed in to OSA by 30th April 2004.
Check out the student mentorship programme.
I think it's gonna be fun. Like having a younger brother. He's gonna be of secondary one or two. Teaching him academics and whatever I know of life in general. Hanging out with him (maybe with other metor pairs) and enjoying ourselves.
Another part of me is terrified.
Am I really someone who can 'understand teenagers' fears and frustrations, appreciate life's little triumphs'? I don't even know if I can tutor them lower secondary maths or science or whatever subject. I don't even have much of an experience to share, except that I don't like my family and that school's been forced on me only till university level. There are also so many things that I have not done that my peers seemed to have. I'm just like a caveman, an MTV watching, internet surfing caveman who doesn't know which stream flows to the river and which stream flows into the rapids and waterfalls.
I'm afraid the kid asking me questions which I can't answer. Yes nobody has answers for everything. But.. but.. but. I just seem so ignorant on life. Sure I probably know more current affairs than most people my age, but life in general just seems to be so skeptical from my point of view.
I have once again come to the conclusion that I'm in fear of rejection.
I mean wtf is wrong with me?? I haven't even gone for the interview, yet thinking of all this bullshit. A stranger might well think "Gee university kids these days have too much time thinking and writing all this bollocks."
Everything I wanna do, I'm just so afraid. And people tell me you have to try to find out. I need counselling. To transfer all these bloody negative energy into something positive. Don't recommend me self help books you think I'd bother reading?
Always felt like going since JC days. Will be interesting talking to strangers trying to gain your trust.
And now as a mentor it will be the same thing. If I do get in one of my goals will be to hang out with his friends and family altogether. That will really mean we have bonded. I look forward to this certain kind of relationship, something so close like a kinship. Maybe it's what I'm lacking that's pulling me so close to this programme. I have a month to clear my mind. Right now I want to go, but this fear is wracking havoc in my puny brain.
~
It hasn't help that since 930pm I've been feeling terrible inside. I don't know how to put it out. I wanna talk to someone but I don't know who. I don't know how. I wanna go to the beach and listen to the waves, lie on the sand, stare at the stars, with someone I trust lying by my side.
I wanna go now.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
We all got that email didn't we.
While some of you have clicked delete without even checking it out, I've gone on to read more about it, and I like what I read.
Briefly, here's what it's about:
You will need to commit to meeting the students at their school two hours every week on a weekday afternoons during term time for the next academic year 2004 - 05. You will also be working in a group with other mentors to plan activities for the teens. Applicants will go through a selection interview in May 04 and selected mentors are required to attend an orientation training in July. All applications must either be submitted online or handed in to OSA by 30th April 2004.
Check out the student mentorship programme.
I think it's gonna be fun. Like having a younger brother. He's gonna be of secondary one or two. Teaching him academics and whatever I know of life in general. Hanging out with him (maybe with other metor pairs) and enjoying ourselves.
Another part of me is terrified.
Am I really someone who can 'understand teenagers' fears and frustrations, appreciate life's little triumphs'? I don't even know if I can tutor them lower secondary maths or science or whatever subject. I don't even have much of an experience to share, except that I don't like my family and that school's been forced on me only till university level. There are also so many things that I have not done that my peers seemed to have. I'm just like a caveman, an MTV watching, internet surfing caveman who doesn't know which stream flows to the river and which stream flows into the rapids and waterfalls.
I'm afraid the kid asking me questions which I can't answer. Yes nobody has answers for everything. But.. but.. but. I just seem so ignorant on life. Sure I probably know more current affairs than most people my age, but life in general just seems to be so skeptical from my point of view.
I have once again come to the conclusion that I'm in fear of rejection.
I mean wtf is wrong with me?? I haven't even gone for the interview, yet thinking of all this bullshit. A stranger might well think "Gee university kids these days have too much time thinking and writing all this bollocks."
Everything I wanna do, I'm just so afraid. And people tell me you have to try to find out. I need counselling. To transfer all these bloody negative energy into something positive. Don't recommend me self help books you think I'd bother reading?
Always felt like going since JC days. Will be interesting talking to strangers trying to gain your trust.
And now as a mentor it will be the same thing. If I do get in one of my goals will be to hang out with his friends and family altogether. That will really mean we have bonded. I look forward to this certain kind of relationship, something so close like a kinship. Maybe it's what I'm lacking that's pulling me so close to this programme. I have a month to clear my mind. Right now I want to go, but this fear is wracking havoc in my puny brain.
~
It hasn't help that since 930pm I've been feeling terrible inside. I don't know how to put it out. I wanna talk to someone but I don't know who. I don't know how. I wanna go to the beach and listen to the waves, lie on the sand, stare at the stars, with someone I trust lying by my side.
I wanna go now.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Mum just went out saying she's out for a dinner and maybe watching a movie.
It's probably with her friends but somewhere inside me I wish it's a man.
Don't have to be handsome.
Don't have to be about the same age.
Don't have to have a respectable job.
Just rich. Hell yeah! Just lots of money so I can change my handphone every week, my car every month, and some dough every day so I can Jazzzz up my life. Trips to Geylang and Changi haven't been really cheap ya know.
It's a guy it's a guy I know it! Come on let it be a guy! A nice charming guy. I don't care if he dumped his wife or whatever. Come on come on!
triggering Mr Ng HS |
It's probably with her friends but somewhere inside me I wish it's a man.
Don't have to be handsome.
Don't have to be about the same age.
Don't have to have a respectable job.
Just rich. Hell yeah! Just lots of money so I can change my handphone every week, my car every month, and some dough every day so I can Jazzzz up my life. Trips to Geylang and Changi haven't been really cheap ya know.
It's a guy it's a guy I know it! Come on let it be a guy! A nice charming guy. I don't care if he dumped his wife or whatever. Come on come on!
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Monday, March 29, 2004
Today's one of the most motionless days since awhile.
Other than sweating sniffing and sneezing as mentioned to my friend, I basically slept the whole day away.
Sleep.
Wake up to eat.
Stone for short period.
Sleep.
Wake up to watch The Simpsons.
Eat.
Watch Just Shoot Me.
Stone. Trying to study my Chinese notes but I doubt anything went in anyway.
And I got bored so I came online.
~
Messaged my friend that I couldn't make it for the lecture. The same friend who talked to me about Christianity the last time. Just last week he called me up saying God told him to, and that if I say those words (I thank you God for being my saviour etc..) I'd be blessed. Something like that. And I did.
I figured my life couldn't get any worse really and I did. Interestingly I have no idea what my religion is now.
So this guy replied to my sms,
"I proclaim in the name of Jesus that you are well. God has not deserted you, nor me. Think no more and enjoy your rest. I see you in health."
It's a little scary, but I can only vaguely imagine his passion for the religion.
~
My English tutor emailed the class asking for our results so that he can tally them with the marks on his scoresheet.
So I replied:
Good day Sir,
Here's my less than satisfactory results so far:
Test 1: *shite results*
Project: *shite*
Test 2: *shite*
I know. I'll pull up those socks. =D
Regards
Which he responded:
Those results match my results. Easy then, thanks.
-*tutor's name*
Here's my less than satisfactory results so far:
don't be so harsh! Not great, agreed, but better than some I've seen. (quite a few, really).
Test 1: *shite results*
Project: *shite*
Test 2: *shite*
I know. I'll pull up those socks. =D
in this weather? madness!
Who came up with the phrase "pull up your socks" anyway? Trying hard to think of a link between trying harder and pulling up the socks. Did a quick search but found nothing. Anyone knows?
~
Time to sleep again I guess.
Sleep sleep sleep.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Other than sweating sniffing and sneezing as mentioned to my friend, I basically slept the whole day away.
Sleep.
Wake up to eat.
Stone for short period.
Sleep.
Wake up to watch The Simpsons.
Eat.
Watch Just Shoot Me.
Stone. Trying to study my Chinese notes but I doubt anything went in anyway.
And I got bored so I came online.
~
Messaged my friend that I couldn't make it for the lecture. The same friend who talked to me about Christianity the last time. Just last week he called me up saying God told him to, and that if I say those words (I thank you God for being my saviour etc..) I'd be blessed. Something like that. And I did.
I figured my life couldn't get any worse really and I did. Interestingly I have no idea what my religion is now.
So this guy replied to my sms,
"I proclaim in the name of Jesus that you are well. God has not deserted you, nor me. Think no more and enjoy your rest. I see you in health."
It's a little scary, but I can only vaguely imagine his passion for the religion.
~
My English tutor emailed the class asking for our results so that he can tally them with the marks on his scoresheet.
So I replied:
Good day Sir,
Here's my less than satisfactory results so far:
Test 1: *shite results*
Project: *shite*
Test 2: *shite*
I know. I'll pull up those socks. =D
Regards
Which he responded:
Those results match my results. Easy then, thanks.
-*tutor's name*
Here's my less than satisfactory results so far:
don't be so harsh! Not great, agreed, but better than some I've seen. (quite a few, really).
Test 1: *shite results*
Project: *shite*
Test 2: *shite*
I know. I'll pull up those socks. =D
in this weather? madness!
Who came up with the phrase "pull up your socks" anyway? Trying hard to think of a link between trying harder and pulling up the socks. Did a quick search but found nothing. Anyone knows?
~
Time to sleep again I guess.
Sleep sleep sleep.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Now you can see why I'm sick. I played too much I think.
Had a very bad sleep earlier. Kept waking up during the early hours of 2-6. And I dreamt that I was sick. Cool huh. =p
Just had maggie mee. In five minutes time I'm off to bed again. Hope I'll have a nicer reunion with my pillow this time.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Had a very bad sleep earlier. Kept waking up during the early hours of 2-6. And I dreamt that I was sick. Cool huh. =p
Just had maggie mee. In five minutes time I'm off to bed again. Hope I'll have a nicer reunion with my pillow this time.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Sunday, March 28, 2004
I feel so tired. And sick. More on that later.
Let's continue my chapter on the happening weekend.
So I was out with her at Fong Seng having dinner. But I wasn't eating. Felt pretty full then. I'm sure I've mentioned how my whole body system's a little off the clock. But I'm trying to eat regularly and sleep reguarly now.
Before that we took a long visit at the nearby pet store, looking at rabbits and hamsters. Laughing at one which has particularly LONG and messy fur and one which had particularly SHORT ears. After dinner she felt like having cake so we proceeded to Holland Village to grab some. The cake wasy sweet. Too sweet!! I shall blame my current sore throat condition on the cake. =p And the coffee.. too strong! (yes all I do is whine whine whine.)
We chilled out until it was close to 11pm. That's when she had to make a move. But suddenly we felt like watching a late movie so we hopped onto a cab, reached my place to check the movie listings while she finally got her chance to view my fuzzy bunny. And so we watched the 135am show at Plaza Sing. The thai movie My Girl - this heartwarming and funny show about a kid reminiscing about his childhood days with this girl and a gang of boys.
And halfway through the show I got hungry. Haaa. Almost 12hours after my last full meal. Weird. BUt of course I didn't eat. Finally reached home half past four and plonked out.
Saturday:
Woke up at noon still feeling tired. Doesn't help that for the past 3 days (wed-fri) I've been sleeping bits and watching soccer from 4-6am. Most of the time I'm not really watching, just turning on a minimal volume so when the commentator shouts I take a glance. Saturday afternoon was spent basically slacking, and around 4pm I left to meet another friend (It's another girl surprise surprise.) for dinner at some thai cuisine place in Holland V (again!) and then the Talentquest finals at NUS UCC.
Click for super non updated website of talentquest. The contestants were pretty good, especially those gunning for the best dance group. The modelling part was pathetic, while the host champion always seemed like he was gonna take it.
The prize presentation ended at around 11pm. Overall it was a success, minus a few technical glitches here and there. My friend and I went to grab supper at clementi.
Home at one. Showered. Asleep at a little past 2.
Sunday:
Woke up at 7 to prepare for the soccer game at 8am. It was burning hot, the weather. I'm burnt now. My whole body's warm ever since morning. Due to this fatigue for the past few days I pleaded with my brother and future sister-in-law to go shopping on another day (for my clothes on their wedding day), and I slept most of the afternoon away.
Now:
Feeling real sick. The mood's fine. (Going out with 3 different girls doing 3 different things. How un-fine can that be? =D )
But the throat's sore and nose is blocked, and sneezing frequently.
Drinking a lot of water, and had some pi pa gao, will go to sleep at 1am. Watching arsenal vs manchester united.
What a weekend eh? Might sound normal to anyone, but to me it's just so much fun and I wished it didn't have to end.
But then if something doesn't end how does another start?
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Let's continue my chapter on the happening weekend.
So I was out with her at Fong Seng having dinner. But I wasn't eating. Felt pretty full then. I'm sure I've mentioned how my whole body system's a little off the clock. But I'm trying to eat regularly and sleep reguarly now.
Before that we took a long visit at the nearby pet store, looking at rabbits and hamsters. Laughing at one which has particularly LONG and messy fur and one which had particularly SHORT ears. After dinner she felt like having cake so we proceeded to Holland Village to grab some. The cake wasy sweet. Too sweet!! I shall blame my current sore throat condition on the cake. =p And the coffee.. too strong! (yes all I do is whine whine whine.)
We chilled out until it was close to 11pm. That's when she had to make a move. But suddenly we felt like watching a late movie so we hopped onto a cab, reached my place to check the movie listings while she finally got her chance to view my fuzzy bunny. And so we watched the 135am show at Plaza Sing. The thai movie My Girl - this heartwarming and funny show about a kid reminiscing about his childhood days with this girl and a gang of boys.
And halfway through the show I got hungry. Haaa. Almost 12hours after my last full meal. Weird. BUt of course I didn't eat. Finally reached home half past four and plonked out.
Saturday:
Woke up at noon still feeling tired. Doesn't help that for the past 3 days (wed-fri) I've been sleeping bits and watching soccer from 4-6am. Most of the time I'm not really watching, just turning on a minimal volume so when the commentator shouts I take a glance. Saturday afternoon was spent basically slacking, and around 4pm I left to meet another friend (It's another girl surprise surprise.) for dinner at some thai cuisine place in Holland V (again!) and then the Talentquest finals at NUS UCC.
Click for super non updated website of talentquest. The contestants were pretty good, especially those gunning for the best dance group. The modelling part was pathetic, while the host champion always seemed like he was gonna take it.
The prize presentation ended at around 11pm. Overall it was a success, minus a few technical glitches here and there. My friend and I went to grab supper at clementi.
Home at one. Showered. Asleep at a little past 2.
Sunday:
Woke up at 7 to prepare for the soccer game at 8am. It was burning hot, the weather. I'm burnt now. My whole body's warm ever since morning. Due to this fatigue for the past few days I pleaded with my brother and future sister-in-law to go shopping on another day (for my clothes on their wedding day), and I slept most of the afternoon away.
Now:
Feeling real sick. The mood's fine. (Going out with 3 different girls doing 3 different things. How un-fine can that be? =D )
But the throat's sore and nose is blocked, and sneezing frequently.
Drinking a lot of water, and had some pi pa gao, will go to sleep at 1am. Watching arsenal vs manchester united.
What a weekend eh? Might sound normal to anyone, but to me it's just so much fun and I wished it didn't have to end.
But then if something doesn't end how does another start?
triggering Mr Ng HS |
I'm eating bread now. In an hour's time I'll be playing football with the usual gang.
It's been a helluva weekend so far. Let's recap what yours truly did.
Friday:
I slept the whole morning away having had to rush an essay and thus skipped the english lecture at 8. Went for the tutorial in the afternoon and after that proceeded with my friend to Queensway to check out shoes. I need a pair of court shoes to replace my now thrown away pair which had its sole torn out. Finally I managed to get one that's within a good price because it was the last one on the shelf, although it is half a size too large, but I can manage. It rained heavily towards evening and we talked at Macdonalds waiting for the rain intensity to subside. My friend decided to accompany back to NUS (I'm meeting another friend there for dinner). It's her guilty conscience at work after having rejected me for countless of times in which I asked her out.
Yes why can't I take a stupid hint you ask.
I don't know. I figured I did. But I only have so many friends anyway. Meeting her was very fun. It's been a long time since we did, plus she lent me this Remember music CD, a compilation of old love songs, which was beautiful listening. And she's probably right that I can appreciate it more, since I'm older.
So I reached NUS a little past 7pm, bidded farewell to my friend, waited for the other. It was dark, with occasional bouts of lightning filling up the sky. We went to this place called Fong Seng (Is this how it is spelled? I think of a certain principal heh heh), spent a looooong time looking at the pets before eating. I didn't eat. I had lunch at 3pm and I still felt full then. My entire body system's a little screwed up. Just a little. =p
I like going out with this girl (If someone is reading this are you lost now? It seems as if I'm surrounded by girls huh? Yah well I'm blessed at times =D ). Firstly because she's one of my closest friends since my junior college days, and anyone who can bear with me since so long ago should be treasured. Secondly it's a very traumatising experience to talk to her online. Yes my weak heart's not able to take it. But I continue doing so anyway. But once we meet up the feeling's so different. To me. It's as if I don't want the day to end. In fact I don't. But shi2 jian1 lao3 gong1 gong1 runs very fast when you're having a good time. (directly translated: time old uncle.) One of those chinese phrases you learnt in school. See! Learning chinese is fun! Screw all of you who hate it and are only able to speak and write your chinese name. Or worse. One of those chinese people who don't have a chinese name. You cheesy angmo curry puff you.
Argh with all this screwing I seem to have lost a screw myself. And it's already 715am. I think I better go. Brain works slower these days. I'll just post this first and later continue with my friday evening recap.
Oh yah my throat hurts. Like hell yah hurts. Nose getting blocked but it should clear up soon. I hope. Drinking so much water the toilet's my second home.
Enjoy this sunday morning, 28th march 2004. It's the only one you're gonna get.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
It's been a helluva weekend so far. Let's recap what yours truly did.
Friday:
I slept the whole morning away having had to rush an essay and thus skipped the english lecture at 8. Went for the tutorial in the afternoon and after that proceeded with my friend to Queensway to check out shoes. I need a pair of court shoes to replace my now thrown away pair which had its sole torn out. Finally I managed to get one that's within a good price because it was the last one on the shelf, although it is half a size too large, but I can manage. It rained heavily towards evening and we talked at Macdonalds waiting for the rain intensity to subside. My friend decided to accompany back to NUS (I'm meeting another friend there for dinner). It's her guilty conscience at work after having rejected me for countless of times in which I asked her out.
Yes why can't I take a stupid hint you ask.
I don't know. I figured I did. But I only have so many friends anyway. Meeting her was very fun. It's been a long time since we did, plus she lent me this Remember music CD, a compilation of old love songs, which was beautiful listening. And she's probably right that I can appreciate it more, since I'm older.
So I reached NUS a little past 7pm, bidded farewell to my friend, waited for the other. It was dark, with occasional bouts of lightning filling up the sky. We went to this place called Fong Seng (Is this how it is spelled? I think of a certain principal heh heh), spent a looooong time looking at the pets before eating. I didn't eat. I had lunch at 3pm and I still felt full then. My entire body system's a little screwed up. Just a little. =p
I like going out with this girl (If someone is reading this are you lost now? It seems as if I'm surrounded by girls huh? Yah well I'm blessed at times =D ). Firstly because she's one of my closest friends since my junior college days, and anyone who can bear with me since so long ago should be treasured. Secondly it's a very traumatising experience to talk to her online. Yes my weak heart's not able to take it. But I continue doing so anyway. But once we meet up the feeling's so different. To me. It's as if I don't want the day to end. In fact I don't. But shi2 jian1 lao3 gong1 gong1 runs very fast when you're having a good time. (directly translated: time old uncle.) One of those chinese phrases you learnt in school. See! Learning chinese is fun! Screw all of you who hate it and are only able to speak and write your chinese name. Or worse. One of those chinese people who don't have a chinese name. You cheesy angmo curry puff you.
Argh with all this screwing I seem to have lost a screw myself. And it's already 715am. I think I better go. Brain works slower these days. I'll just post this first and later continue with my friday evening recap.
Oh yah my throat hurts. Like hell yah hurts. Nose getting blocked but it should clear up soon. I hope. Drinking so much water the toilet's my second home.
Enjoy this sunday morning, 28th march 2004. It's the only one you're gonna get.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Friday, March 26, 2004
It's nice doing work in the wee hours of the night, especially with company. =D
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Wednesday, March 24, 2004
You try to find the meaning of your life.Youre not
sure yet.
Philosophy is very interesting but its like a
neverending circle that wont bring you any
answers.
Maybe its the searching for an answer that keeps
you alive. YOu dont know what to believe in,
and can change your mind rapidly.
One time youll be sucked up about searching then
you realy start to live!!!Sure
~Is your life a lie?-9 Results+Beautiful Pictures~
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Yes you are in love...but the person who you love,
may not love you in the same way, you could of
even told them already and they returned it
with, i love you but not that way. You feel
alot of pain around them, but its pain worth
baring. Im sorry...love hurts.
What kind of Love are you in?
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Awwwwwwww.............
hehehe. *sniggers*
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Lonliness dominates you. You can hide it well, but
its there, and your friends can see it. You
constantly feel alone, and need to do things to
fill your time. Your afraid to tell people
this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad
way, and you think you screwed up everything.
And when you are in love is when you are sad
the most. (Please Vote)
What Emotion Dominates you?
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HAHAHA. On hind sight it's not that bad, considering other results (go take it to find out).
Maybe I should date the boy in the photo and we can go shoot some hoops together. =D
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In my own little world typing a stupid political science essay.
That's when I decided to venture into friendster land again. Wow the site is so fast. Heh that's because nobody in the right mind surfs friendster at 5 in the morning.
Isn't it interesting how people always put up different photos now and then? How they wanna share with everyone their lives in pictorial forms. I don't mind. It's good entertainment. Wish I had so many pictures though. Someday I will I guess.
And why are there always people doing those kinda surveys/ questionaires on the friendster bulletin. Are they publicising themselves or what?
Or is it just plain boredom, like me. Like what I'm doing now.
Meaninglessly typing on the keyboard.
Click, clack, cluck, *spacebar*, click, clack, cluck.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
That's when I decided to venture into friendster land again. Wow the site is so fast. Heh that's because nobody in the right mind surfs friendster at 5 in the morning.
Isn't it interesting how people always put up different photos now and then? How they wanna share with everyone their lives in pictorial forms. I don't mind. It's good entertainment. Wish I had so many pictures though. Someday I will I guess.
And why are there always people doing those kinda surveys/ questionaires on the friendster bulletin. Are they publicising themselves or what?
Or is it just plain boredom, like me. Like what I'm doing now.
Meaninglessly typing on the keyboard.
Click, clack, cluck, *spacebar*, click, clack, cluck.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
It was a day at home and I was feeling a little lazy, so I jumped into my pink poka dotted swimming suit with yellow rubber ducky included and popped down to the swimming pool.
Not that I swam much. As usual. I just enjoy playing in the pool like a big baby. I guess the local mental hospital's incoming calls increase whenever I was seen inside the waters. Either they thought they saw a mad man, or they turned crazy at such a sight.
Yes I'm that inspirational.
And I found out I can only last slightly less than a minute underwater! How sucky is that, considering I'm not even moving. If I swim my breath probably gets extinguished twice as fast. How the hell can people last so long? Even normal people on Fear Factor seem to breathe through their gills.
Inside the pool there was this French (they sound French) little girl with her dad. Not sure how old's the kid. You know that age where they know how to walk and cry and make meaningless sounds that are supposed to be words, but not words. She was so cute in a little cap on her head secured through her neck, and as her dad held her tight and brushed her through the waters, her little squeals of delight brought joy to all around including the sun which beamed brightly down.
Ah. The warmth exuded from a loved one, to a loved one. Made me think back on the times where my parents did those sorta stuff. I was probably too small to remember, but I don't think they brought their small kids to the pool, although we did do a lot of things together as a family, like going to the park, where I had my most favourite picture taken of myself, bouncing around in ecstatic joy.
Now this stupid train of thought only leads me to the bastard (synonym for dad). Hope he's begging in the cold streets being spit on from time to time. Asshole.
Don't digress, Trent!
Oh hmm. So swimming was fun. Simply relaxing. And hopefully the water therapy will help improve my body's vitality.
Nah who am I kidding, the sharp pains keep coming back, mostly just hovering around waiting to attack. I'll continue waiting a while more to see if I need a doctor.
But in any terrible circumstance that I collapse and go to hospital, please contact everyone who cares. Can't wait to see all of you by my bed. I want ribena, and macademia nuts.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Not that I swam much. As usual. I just enjoy playing in the pool like a big baby. I guess the local mental hospital's incoming calls increase whenever I was seen inside the waters. Either they thought they saw a mad man, or they turned crazy at such a sight.
Yes I'm that inspirational.
And I found out I can only last slightly less than a minute underwater! How sucky is that, considering I'm not even moving. If I swim my breath probably gets extinguished twice as fast. How the hell can people last so long? Even normal people on Fear Factor seem to breathe through their gills.
Inside the pool there was this French (they sound French) little girl with her dad. Not sure how old's the kid. You know that age where they know how to walk and cry and make meaningless sounds that are supposed to be words, but not words. She was so cute in a little cap on her head secured through her neck, and as her dad held her tight and brushed her through the waters, her little squeals of delight brought joy to all around including the sun which beamed brightly down.
Ah. The warmth exuded from a loved one, to a loved one. Made me think back on the times where my parents did those sorta stuff. I was probably too small to remember, but I don't think they brought their small kids to the pool, although we did do a lot of things together as a family, like going to the park, where I had my most favourite picture taken of myself, bouncing around in ecstatic joy.
Now this stupid train of thought only leads me to the bastard (synonym for dad). Hope he's begging in the cold streets being spit on from time to time. Asshole.
Don't digress, Trent!
Oh hmm. So swimming was fun. Simply relaxing. And hopefully the water therapy will help improve my body's vitality.
Nah who am I kidding, the sharp pains keep coming back, mostly just hovering around waiting to attack. I'll continue waiting a while more to see if I need a doctor.
But in any terrible circumstance that I collapse and go to hospital, please contact everyone who cares. Can't wait to see all of you by my bed. I want ribena, and macademia nuts.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.
What is your grammar aptitude?
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It's too simple man.
And I went back to try again. You're still Hitler if you get a couple wrong.
If you get almost all wrong you get the Jewish holocaust picture saying that you should be thrown into the ovens and that the world is a better place without you.
The author's one weird dude.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Sunday, March 21, 2004
I went to sleep this morning only at 0415hrs (watching soccer). I didn't plan to. The tv was on and I just watched on and on. Talk about discipline.
And then something terrible happened shortly after.
I can't remember much now but I felt as if I was possessed by something. I got the feeling of my ribcage area (internal) suddenly become very cold and the sensation rising up to the chest. And then I sat up, waking in the process.
I admit I got a little freaked out. I don't know what happened. Maybe I WAS cold (ie external). As in the fan blowing kinda cold. But I rarely do since I'm covered by the blanket. And then my imagination just ran wild and to keep myself in check I forced my eyes open for the next 30seconds. I glanced around in the dark and sorta made matters worse as I imagined the jacket hanging by my door as someone there. Hah. Then I told myself there's nothing going on you dumbass, and got back to sleep again. And nothing happened.
I'm such a wuss. I know. And afraid of the dark too.
So... Lazy weekend's over.
Something's concerning me the past week. My chest pains are back. They are normally around the left area. Not sure what acute really means but it's an acute pain? (haha so dumb using an adjective I don't know the meaning of to describe it) I last had them when I was in JC and someone said it could be because of soccer, but I didn't really have that much contact using the chest with the ball (or anything for that matter). The pain comes out of nowhere, and I'll be in deep pain and I can't breathe because the moment you inhale the sharpness of the pain creeps in. Ok now I find it silly describing it. Haaa.
The pain sorta subsided since those army days. Only comes back for a visit very rarely. But the past week I felt them very frequently. One reason I thought of is that during last sunday's soccer game the ball hit my chest real hard from about 3metres. Yes I didn't expect it so it hurt a lot. And now it still does. Another reason. Someone's poking me on a voodoo doll. Sucks. My whole body is crumbling. Who wants to take care of me. I'll pay you.
Or a sugar mummy? I'm still looking~~~~
triggering Mr Ng HS |
And then something terrible happened shortly after.
I can't remember much now but I felt as if I was possessed by something. I got the feeling of my ribcage area (internal) suddenly become very cold and the sensation rising up to the chest. And then I sat up, waking in the process.
I admit I got a little freaked out. I don't know what happened. Maybe I WAS cold (ie external). As in the fan blowing kinda cold. But I rarely do since I'm covered by the blanket. And then my imagination just ran wild and to keep myself in check I forced my eyes open for the next 30seconds. I glanced around in the dark and sorta made matters worse as I imagined the jacket hanging by my door as someone there. Hah. Then I told myself there's nothing going on you dumbass, and got back to sleep again. And nothing happened.
I'm such a wuss. I know. And afraid of the dark too.
So... Lazy weekend's over.
Something's concerning me the past week. My chest pains are back. They are normally around the left area. Not sure what acute really means but it's an acute pain? (haha so dumb using an adjective I don't know the meaning of to describe it) I last had them when I was in JC and someone said it could be because of soccer, but I didn't really have that much contact using the chest with the ball (or anything for that matter). The pain comes out of nowhere, and I'll be in deep pain and I can't breathe because the moment you inhale the sharpness of the pain creeps in. Ok now I find it silly describing it. Haaa.
The pain sorta subsided since those army days. Only comes back for a visit very rarely. But the past week I felt them very frequently. One reason I thought of is that during last sunday's soccer game the ball hit my chest real hard from about 3metres. Yes I didn't expect it so it hurt a lot. And now it still does. Another reason. Someone's poking me on a voodoo doll. Sucks. My whole body is crumbling. Who wants to take care of me. I'll pay you.
Or a sugar mummy? I'm still looking~~~~
triggering Mr Ng HS |
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments. No one ever ! mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an
eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an
eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
(I don't know why this entry wasn't published then.)
Realised she deleted the testimonials she wrote for me. First was a short entry about how I was her favourite person at the moment when we were together; the second was a few days after she dumped me where she wrote a paragraph thanking me for the memories.
Couldn't help but ask her why.
Me: why did you delete those testimonials?
Her: the first one
Her: doesn't apply anymore
Her: the second one
Her: hmm
Her: not sure i have a valid reason
Me: it did when you wrote it
Me: so what's the reason whether it's valid or not
Her: doesn't apply now ma
Her: but now that u mentioned it
Her: i forgot there's time stamp on each testimonial
Her: (smirks emoticon)
Me: hah
Me: and the 2nd?
Her: i just delete lo
Me: ok
Me: real sincere
Why are people so heartless?
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Realised she deleted the testimonials she wrote for me. First was a short entry about how I was her favourite person at the moment when we were together; the second was a few days after she dumped me where she wrote a paragraph thanking me for the memories.
Couldn't help but ask her why.
Me: why did you delete those testimonials?
Her: the first one
Her: doesn't apply anymore
Her: the second one
Her: hmm
Her: not sure i have a valid reason
Me: it did when you wrote it
Me: so what's the reason whether it's valid or not
Her: doesn't apply now ma
Her: but now that u mentioned it
Her: i forgot there's time stamp on each testimonial
Her: (smirks emoticon)
Me: hah
Me: and the 2nd?
Her: i just delete lo
Me: ok
Me: real sincere
Why are people so heartless?
triggering Mr Ng HS |
I feel good. Or rather normal. Sleep was awesome. I dreamt of many furry animals of different sizes running around in my balcony and house, and one time they had all their butts facing me, and it was so hilarious. I ran back into my room to get my digicam, and that's when I woke up.
And it's rise and shine wednesday. Finally decided to surf friendster (probably little traffic at this time) after my friend kept on pestering me everyday to check out this girl. Which I don't have the time for because:
1) Friendster is a waste of time because of 2).
2) Frienster is slow thus 1).
Get what I'm saying.
So I logged on (log in or log on?) to find out two things:
1) The girl's pretty.
2) The ex's attached. To the very guy who's close to me before and fizzled out after started going out with her. And irritated the hell out of me by asking if it's ok if it's ok if it's ok if it's ok. And she put up pictures of them, in her house.
Awwww isn't that sweet.
No I don't need consoling. It's just some childish jealousy or perhaps a tinge of anger and a frustrated reflection which will pass soon enough.
I've come up with a requirement which I think I have overlooked in the past.
The next girlfriend I make must have:
1) A nice heart.
Yah so all along I've been looking for girls who look good and are rich.
Yup.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
And it's rise and shine wednesday. Finally decided to surf friendster (probably little traffic at this time) after my friend kept on pestering me everyday to check out this girl. Which I don't have the time for because:
1) Friendster is a waste of time because of 2).
2) Frienster is slow thus 1).
Get what I'm saying.
So I logged on (log in or log on?) to find out two things:
1) The girl's pretty.
2) The ex's attached. To the very guy who's close to me before and fizzled out after started going out with her. And irritated the hell out of me by asking if it's ok if it's ok if it's ok if it's ok. And she put up pictures of them, in her house.
Awwww isn't that sweet.
No I don't need consoling. It's just some childish jealousy or perhaps a tinge of anger and a frustrated reflection which will pass soon enough.
I've come up with a requirement which I think I have overlooked in the past.
The next girlfriend I make must have:
1) A nice heart.
Yah so all along I've been looking for girls who look good and are rich.
Yup.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
It's weird but, I'm falling sick I don't know why.
I felt nothing wrong while having dinner, or through the night. But for the past hour my nose has gone completely blocked and a little phlegm now and then. It's extremely annoying.
Drinking water. Going to sleep. And I feel tired. Despite napping earlier.
How to sleep? I can hardly breathe. Did some girl subconsciously take my breath away? (Ok no time for corny jokes, I need a break.)
I'll probably end up sitting up straight for half an hour breathing through the mouth before collapsing because if I lie any lower I will have difficulties breathing. This is also why I prefer to have a cushion on top of my pillow; it increases the elevation.
Argh. It's one of those nights you wish you didn't have to sleep or do anything to watch time pass, and you hope it's already morning the next time your eyes open. i.e when you blink.
Just some 6hours away.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
I felt nothing wrong while having dinner, or through the night. But for the past hour my nose has gone completely blocked and a little phlegm now and then. It's extremely annoying.
Drinking water. Going to sleep. And I feel tired. Despite napping earlier.
How to sleep? I can hardly breathe. Did some girl subconsciously take my breath away? (Ok no time for corny jokes, I need a break.)
I'll probably end up sitting up straight for half an hour breathing through the mouth before collapsing because if I lie any lower I will have difficulties breathing. This is also why I prefer to have a cushion on top of my pillow; it increases the elevation.
Argh. It's one of those nights you wish you didn't have to sleep or do anything to watch time pass, and you hope it's already morning the next time your eyes open. i.e when you blink.
Just some 6hours away.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Had the car today so I got to and home from school super quick.
Such is the luxury of not walking and waiting for buses.
~
My friend told me he had good news to tell me during the lecture yesterday. Said it concerned me and I will be very happy to hear it. But we were both pre-occupied with the lecture so he only began when we were walking to the bus stop.
It was about Christianity.
Now I don't like it when people go around preaching, but I don't mind talking about religion, unlike typicals who view Religion as taboo.
He said it would only take 5minutes, but we ended up standing at the bus stop (away from the rest) for one hour talking about it. He was telling me about the story and I was asking questions, and we touched on science versus religion, fact versus fiction, and so on.
He was really passionate, unlike his normal passive self. But I could see at times he began to feel frustrated, and he later apologised for seemingly trying to force me into conversion. He got a little worked up, and expressing his concern that I might go to hell and he didn't want that to happen.
And then he cried.
Red eyed and teary. I couldn't believe it. I told him to calm down which he did and he apologised again. In the end he said that I am "safe" because I believe that there is a God looking at us, regardless of which religion I believe in.
It's kinda difficult to write out what I want to say I guess. Religion IS something deep. There's no right or wrong, true of false, because nobody knows. What I don't appreciate about people is not being able to accept other people's ideas.
Right now as I type my mind is getting confused again. All these thoughts. All these weird things floating in my brain.
I just hope he looks at me the same way as I do him, and that the episode we had together will not affect our friendship.
~
He passed me a pamphlet, regarding the upcoming movie, The Passion of the Christ., directed by Mel Gibson. I told him I have plans to watch it because of my curiousity and ignorance about the religion. He told me that's great, and that some church organisation (via a website) is giving out free tickets for non-churchgoers. All I have to do is click on which day and time I want and I get it free.
Screening on 1,2,3 April @ Cinesleisure and Plaza Singapura.
Anyone interested give me a buzz and I'll tell you how.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Such is the luxury of not walking and waiting for buses.
~
My friend told me he had good news to tell me during the lecture yesterday. Said it concerned me and I will be very happy to hear it. But we were both pre-occupied with the lecture so he only began when we were walking to the bus stop.
It was about Christianity.
Now I don't like it when people go around preaching, but I don't mind talking about religion, unlike typicals who view Religion as taboo.
He said it would only take 5minutes, but we ended up standing at the bus stop (away from the rest) for one hour talking about it. He was telling me about the story and I was asking questions, and we touched on science versus religion, fact versus fiction, and so on.
He was really passionate, unlike his normal passive self. But I could see at times he began to feel frustrated, and he later apologised for seemingly trying to force me into conversion. He got a little worked up, and expressing his concern that I might go to hell and he didn't want that to happen.
And then he cried.
Red eyed and teary. I couldn't believe it. I told him to calm down which he did and he apologised again. In the end he said that I am "safe" because I believe that there is a God looking at us, regardless of which religion I believe in.
It's kinda difficult to write out what I want to say I guess. Religion IS something deep. There's no right or wrong, true of false, because nobody knows. What I don't appreciate about people is not being able to accept other people's ideas.
Right now as I type my mind is getting confused again. All these thoughts. All these weird things floating in my brain.
I just hope he looks at me the same way as I do him, and that the episode we had together will not affect our friendship.
~
He passed me a pamphlet, regarding the upcoming movie, The Passion of the Christ., directed by Mel Gibson. I told him I have plans to watch it because of my curiousity and ignorance about the religion. He told me that's great, and that some church organisation (via a website) is giving out free tickets for non-churchgoers. All I have to do is click on which day and time I want and I get it free.
Screening on 1,2,3 April @ Cinesleisure and Plaza Singapura.
Anyone interested give me a buzz and I'll tell you how.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Saturday, March 13, 2004
YEAH!!!!!!
Important milestone:
Finally, I've gotten myself a digital camera.
Almost 5hours in the crowd, and as many pamphlets as one hand can hold, the journey eventually ended as I decided on Fuji.
Yup. Cheap. And it has what I want.
So I went up and said I wanted to buy it. The salesgirl asked me was anyone attending to me just now. I hesitated for a while before pointing out who. That guy didn't really help. But he was there in front of me when I was checking out the camera the last time. He seemed a little surprised to see me, but later thanked me with that "thanks for saying I sold you so I could collect the commission" eyes. I felt as if I did a good deed. Well he's quite good looking. Hur hur. *pauses for a moment to think about one's sexual orientation* Hmmmm.
~
The kodak girl was so nice! NO not those sleazy scampily dressed females passing flyers! The salesgirl!
This young looking female with the smile that will light up a black out, the enthusiasm that will put passion workers to shame, the warmth that will melt the antartic. Yes. Her.
On my first round she came up to me and then explained a lot about the kodak camera. And even offered an analysis between the kodak one and the olympus one I had in mind at that time. Of course she's probably biased but she did make some sense.
While touring around I happened to see her again (no idea why she wasn't at her booth) and she said to look for her if I go back, and promptly wrote her name on the phamplet. Probably to gain her share of commission if I buy the goods through her.
Eileen.
That's her name.
Ohh will I be smitten by the name, and dreaming of her angelic face that floats within the clouds.
*dances around in fairy tale land*
*pinches myself*
Hmm.
When I was back the second time, she was there again. So friendly. So fun. Explaining to my friend while I tried to understand even better. And we couldn't decide (or at least I couldn't) so we told her we will go back again, as we left for other booths.
In the end I found fuji more worthwhile so I got it. Then I told my friends I wanted to go say bye to the kodak girl. And maybe sorta tell her sorry I didn't buy that.
And the guys laughed at me. They said what for? No point. No need lah! Wanna chase her is it??
I thought it's only polite I guess. Maybe I think too much, but I enjoyed her company. She talked to me the longest that day. Haha. And I felt it's better that I say a last bye. But the guys chased me off.
I should have sneaked in later.
Eileen, are you reading this? Hope you don't remember me as the person who said he will be back but didn't. But then again if you do then that means you remember me! Wahaha. Thanks for the help. Hope to see you some day. (Maybe I can't recognise you anymore.)
*reminisces with eyes looking diagonally up and lips pouting a little*
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Important milestone:
Finally, I've gotten myself a digital camera.
Almost 5hours in the crowd, and as many pamphlets as one hand can hold, the journey eventually ended as I decided on Fuji.
Yup. Cheap. And it has what I want.
So I went up and said I wanted to buy it. The salesgirl asked me was anyone attending to me just now. I hesitated for a while before pointing out who. That guy didn't really help. But he was there in front of me when I was checking out the camera the last time. He seemed a little surprised to see me, but later thanked me with that "thanks for saying I sold you so I could collect the commission" eyes. I felt as if I did a good deed. Well he's quite good looking. Hur hur. *pauses for a moment to think about one's sexual orientation* Hmmmm.
~
The kodak girl was so nice! NO not those sleazy scampily dressed females passing flyers! The salesgirl!
This young looking female with the smile that will light up a black out, the enthusiasm that will put passion workers to shame, the warmth that will melt the antartic. Yes. Her.
On my first round she came up to me and then explained a lot about the kodak camera. And even offered an analysis between the kodak one and the olympus one I had in mind at that time. Of course she's probably biased but she did make some sense.
While touring around I happened to see her again (no idea why she wasn't at her booth) and she said to look for her if I go back, and promptly wrote her name on the phamplet. Probably to gain her share of commission if I buy the goods through her.
Eileen.
That's her name.
Ohh will I be smitten by the name, and dreaming of her angelic face that floats within the clouds.
*dances around in fairy tale land*
*pinches myself*
Hmm.
When I was back the second time, she was there again. So friendly. So fun. Explaining to my friend while I tried to understand even better. And we couldn't decide (or at least I couldn't) so we told her we will go back again, as we left for other booths.
In the end I found fuji more worthwhile so I got it. Then I told my friends I wanted to go say bye to the kodak girl. And maybe sorta tell her sorry I didn't buy that.
And the guys laughed at me. They said what for? No point. No need lah! Wanna chase her is it??
I thought it's only polite I guess. Maybe I think too much, but I enjoyed her company. She talked to me the longest that day. Haha. And I felt it's better that I say a last bye. But the guys chased me off.
I should have sneaked in later.
Eileen, are you reading this? Hope you don't remember me as the person who said he will be back but didn't. But then again if you do then that means you remember me! Wahaha. Thanks for the help. Hope to see you some day. (Maybe I can't recognise you anymore.)
*reminisces with eyes looking diagonally up and lips pouting a little*
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I had the most embarrassing situation yesterday, only saved by the fact that I was by myself.
I crossed the road heading for the Arts bus stop (outside LT11) when I saw bus 96 zooming in. I ran and the bus driver was kind enough to wait a little while for me to board. Then I took a seat and relaxed.
Horror stepped in when the bus made a turn at the YIH round junction. Circle junction? Merry go round? (Can't seem to think of the name right now). I then realised it must have been 95 that I took. I further deduced that since I rushed for the bus I probably didn't catch the number on the bus properly.
So I spent some time thinking if I should take the bus to Bouna Vista Mrt. And no I concluded it didn't make any practical sense. So I stopped at the NUS bus stop, took the A1 bus back to forum and finally the 96 bus and I'm on my way back.
I think I am turning blind.
Later while walking to my house from the bus stop, I saw this pretty girl about the same age as me. (Sidetrack: In actual life I find it hard to guess people's ages. Especially younger people.) She was carrying some files and course packets, so I thought hey you know she might be from NUS, and yes I'll have a neighbour from NUS! (Such is the cynically pathetic social circle I'm having.) And I went up to ask her, she seemed a little shy and surprised, and replied that she's from SP. I then explained that I was in NUS and thought she could be too, and then we exchanged ages (Is there such a dumb phrase? I tell you my age. You tell me your age.)
Afterwhich we exchanged numbers, and we called each other that very night, and had a good time on the phone. We planned to meet tonight for some romantic candlelight dinner, followed by a walk in the park beneath shining twinkling stars. Oh I'm so thinking of her right now.
Heh please everyone I'm not Don Juan Trent ok. The above paragraph is entirely fictitious.
So after watching the Simpsons I went to the gym, and prior to that I was thinking wouldn't it be amazing if the girl I met came in as well. I had told her I've never seen her around and she said the same thing too. So as I was doing crunches this girl came in.
And I couldn't recognise if it's the same girl or not!
Argh. She looks a little older, but other than that I thought the hair length, body size and height was similar. As I was about to leave I had a close look and asked her if she would like to change the radio channel (since she was running on the mill) and she no thanks. Hmm the voice seemed to be simliar too, or is it just my brain making me think so.
I think it's the same person. But like I mentioned,
I think I'm turning blind.
What's wrong with my eyes? I haven't even been crying.
Hmm if they say love is blind..............
Am I falling in love??
I don't know with who. Just falling. How's that. Falling falling......
This is getting dumb.
See that's what happens when you have a free day from school and you don't feel like doing work.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
I crossed the road heading for the Arts bus stop (outside LT11) when I saw bus 96 zooming in. I ran and the bus driver was kind enough to wait a little while for me to board. Then I took a seat and relaxed.
Horror stepped in when the bus made a turn at the YIH round junction. Circle junction? Merry go round? (Can't seem to think of the name right now). I then realised it must have been 95 that I took. I further deduced that since I rushed for the bus I probably didn't catch the number on the bus properly.
So I spent some time thinking if I should take the bus to Bouna Vista Mrt. And no I concluded it didn't make any practical sense. So I stopped at the NUS bus stop, took the A1 bus back to forum and finally the 96 bus and I'm on my way back.
I think I am turning blind.
Later while walking to my house from the bus stop, I saw this pretty girl about the same age as me. (Sidetrack: In actual life I find it hard to guess people's ages. Especially younger people.) She was carrying some files and course packets, so I thought hey you know she might be from NUS, and yes I'll have a neighbour from NUS! (Such is the cynically pathetic social circle I'm having.) And I went up to ask her, she seemed a little shy and surprised, and replied that she's from SP. I then explained that I was in NUS and thought she could be too, and then we exchanged ages (Is there such a dumb phrase? I tell you my age. You tell me your age.)
Afterwhich we exchanged numbers, and we called each other that very night, and had a good time on the phone. We planned to meet tonight for some romantic candlelight dinner, followed by a walk in the park beneath shining twinkling stars. Oh I'm so thinking of her right now.
Heh please everyone I'm not Don Juan Trent ok. The above paragraph is entirely fictitious.
So after watching the Simpsons I went to the gym, and prior to that I was thinking wouldn't it be amazing if the girl I met came in as well. I had told her I've never seen her around and she said the same thing too. So as I was doing crunches this girl came in.
And I couldn't recognise if it's the same girl or not!
Argh. She looks a little older, but other than that I thought the hair length, body size and height was similar. As I was about to leave I had a close look and asked her if she would like to change the radio channel (since she was running on the mill) and she no thanks. Hmm the voice seemed to be simliar too, or is it just my brain making me think so.
I think it's the same person. But like I mentioned,
I think I'm turning blind.
What's wrong with my eyes? I haven't even been crying.
Hmm if they say love is blind..............
Am I falling in love??
I don't know with who. Just falling. How's that. Falling falling......
This is getting dumb.
See that's what happens when you have a free day from school and you don't feel like doing work.
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Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Ah I've found something that cheered me up a little.
So I'm a bitch.
Then I decided to put my real name and this is what I got.
So I got cheated and it's my fault, cos I was born this way.
Fabulous. Totally.
And then I tried with my REAL FULL NAME.
Awww isn't that sweet. I'm a sweet heart.
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So I'm a bitch.
Then I decided to put my real name and this is what I got.
So I got cheated and it's my fault, cos I was born this way.
Fabulous. Totally.
And then I tried with my REAL FULL NAME.
Awww isn't that sweet. I'm a sweet heart.
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Monday, March 08, 2004
Just got hold of the news that someone committed suicide.
I didn't know him, he was just one of the people linked to links of my previous site, and I've checked out his page before.
One week ago he wrote about how he and her were going to get married this coming June.
And now's he dead.
He had written a last entry addressed to her, and in it was this:
"If you're reading this mail or post, it means I'm already gone. I'm really sorry. I know I promised you I'd keep myself alive. I'm very sorry!
.
.
.
As I write this letter I don't know how I'm gonna end my life..
I tried to sleep forever but my eyes won't shut,
I tried to bleed but I just don't have the blood to spill,
I tried to starve myself but my body doesn't require food anymore to keep me alive.
I don't know if I went home and smashed my car on a wall..
I don't know if I went home and picked my gun and shot myself..
I just don't know what I did.
And now that I'm gone, move on... things will be better when you wake up... don't look back."
Rest in peace, you silly man. Hope you have found what you have set out for.
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I didn't know him, he was just one of the people linked to links of my previous site, and I've checked out his page before.
One week ago he wrote about how he and her were going to get married this coming June.
And now's he dead.
He had written a last entry addressed to her, and in it was this:
"If you're reading this mail or post, it means I'm already gone. I'm really sorry. I know I promised you I'd keep myself alive. I'm very sorry!
.
.
.
As I write this letter I don't know how I'm gonna end my life..
I tried to sleep forever but my eyes won't shut,
I tried to bleed but I just don't have the blood to spill,
I tried to starve myself but my body doesn't require food anymore to keep me alive.
I don't know if I went home and smashed my car on a wall..
I don't know if I went home and picked my gun and shot myself..
I just don't know what I did.
And now that I'm gone, move on... things will be better when you wake up... don't look back."
Rest in peace, you silly man. Hope you have found what you have set out for.
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Saturday, March 06, 2004
So I grudgingly woke up a little after 8 in the morning to prepare for school. Mum's on the way to NUH for blood test so I got a lift. Handed up the damned 14page assignment, went to the arts canteen to have a cup of milo and and some bread, and then set off for the forum bus stop, the designated waiting place for the IMH trip.
The bus was early. I was early and the bus was there. Then the bus left. And it didn't come back till a little past 10. We only left at 1015, 30mins after expectation. On the bus the girl in charge tried to pump up the crowd, but nobody breathed a word, and I don't know why she picked on me to answer her questions. Haha. She then claimed she's making a fool of herself and then jokingly said she's not gonna talk to us as she sulk back into her seat. Real cute. Haha.
We had a lecture on EPIP, early psychosis intervention programme.
What is Psychosis you ask?
Ahh I know I know. It is when people suffer from hallucinations and delusions. Each time it occurs is termed as a psychotic episode. It affects 3% of all people in a life time, and the mean duration of untreated psychosis in singapore is 3 years. It is most likely to occur in young adults.
Think my dad was something like that. You have to believe it. Maybe that's where all my paranoia and dumb sh*t come from. I hope I turn out fine.
Later we went to take a little walk around the place. There was this old malay man on a wheelchair by the wall, who kept waving at me whenever I looked at him. I turned around to make sure it wasn't someone behind me, so I waved back and smiled. And he waved and smile. And I waved and smile. And he waved and smile. The guy walking beside me told me to stop it or I'll become like him. heh heh.
The heritage room was nicely set up, showing us the history and some stuff like the old masterkey to all doors or a straitjacket. Throughout the walk we saw quite a few people and I overheard the girls saying they can't differentiate who's ill and who isn't actually. Hmm I agree. And I also realised what a huge place this is, and the amount of capital the government inputted. Kudos PAP!
~
Was supposed to meet my project partner to do project, but he couldn't make it last minute. So I spent an hour plus reading 2003: THE YEAR IN PICTURES in borders. And I bought a VCD! "The experiment". Some old german show about a makeshift prison set up with male participants hired to play prisoners and guards, and the implications which started.
Sounds so like those stuff I read in sociology, so I figured it would be a nice insightful show.
AND!! This book was on offer! Only $11 !!!!!!
It cost about $30 originally. Yes!! my second Calvin and Hobbes book! And the continuation of my dream that someday I'll have the entire collection!! I have already read every single book. I just wanna own them now!
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The bus was early. I was early and the bus was there. Then the bus left. And it didn't come back till a little past 10. We only left at 1015, 30mins after expectation. On the bus the girl in charge tried to pump up the crowd, but nobody breathed a word, and I don't know why she picked on me to answer her questions. Haha. She then claimed she's making a fool of herself and then jokingly said she's not gonna talk to us as she sulk back into her seat. Real cute. Haha.
We had a lecture on EPIP, early psychosis intervention programme.
What is Psychosis you ask?
Ahh I know I know. It is when people suffer from hallucinations and delusions. Each time it occurs is termed as a psychotic episode. It affects 3% of all people in a life time, and the mean duration of untreated psychosis in singapore is 3 years. It is most likely to occur in young adults.
Think my dad was something like that. You have to believe it. Maybe that's where all my paranoia and dumb sh*t come from. I hope I turn out fine.
Later we went to take a little walk around the place. There was this old malay man on a wheelchair by the wall, who kept waving at me whenever I looked at him. I turned around to make sure it wasn't someone behind me, so I waved back and smiled. And he waved and smile. And I waved and smile. And he waved and smile. The guy walking beside me told me to stop it or I'll become like him. heh heh.
The heritage room was nicely set up, showing us the history and some stuff like the old masterkey to all doors or a straitjacket. Throughout the walk we saw quite a few people and I overheard the girls saying they can't differentiate who's ill and who isn't actually. Hmm I agree. And I also realised what a huge place this is, and the amount of capital the government inputted. Kudos PAP!
~
Was supposed to meet my project partner to do project, but he couldn't make it last minute. So I spent an hour plus reading 2003: THE YEAR IN PICTURES in borders. And I bought a VCD! "The experiment". Some old german show about a makeshift prison set up with male participants hired to play prisoners and guards, and the implications which started.
Sounds so like those stuff I read in sociology, so I figured it would be a nice insightful show.
AND!! This book was on offer! Only $11 !!!!!!
It cost about $30 originally. Yes!! my second Calvin and Hobbes book! And the continuation of my dream that someday I'll have the entire collection!! I have already read every single book. I just wanna own them now!
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Yeah! I'm done.
2000word essay with additional 7pages of annexes.
They didn't mention, but I think it's a 1500word assignment, but with so many annexes it's twice the word amount actually. Anyway I am a little disappointed at how slack I am recently. Busy like hell only because I left things undone till the last minute. I did plan. And even when I was ready I just couldn't get things started. Like this assignment for example. I had the data ready last week, but couldn't start because I was too busy with the other stuff, which you know is always on going. So I only gave thursday and friday to complete it, and yup I'm finally done.
Now I can finally enjoy my weekend. Going to school to hand up the paper, and then to IMH visit after that followed by MORE tourist interviewing in the day with my project partner. And soccer on sunday with the gang. Left ankle still a little sore. Shall be careful.
To the bed!
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2000word essay with additional 7pages of annexes.
They didn't mention, but I think it's a 1500word assignment, but with so many annexes it's twice the word amount actually. Anyway I am a little disappointed at how slack I am recently. Busy like hell only because I left things undone till the last minute. I did plan. And even when I was ready I just couldn't get things started. Like this assignment for example. I had the data ready last week, but couldn't start because I was too busy with the other stuff, which you know is always on going. So I only gave thursday and friday to complete it, and yup I'm finally done.
Now I can finally enjoy my weekend. Going to school to hand up the paper, and then to IMH visit after that followed by MORE tourist interviewing in the day with my project partner. And soccer on sunday with the gang. Left ankle still a little sore. Shall be careful.
To the bed!
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Friday, March 05, 2004
I just woke.
Eating my dinner.
Supposed to wake at 8pm.
Supposed to do my assignment.
Which is due tomorrow.
Ha.
Haha.
Hahaha.
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Eating my dinner.
Supposed to wake at 8pm.
Supposed to do my assignment.
Which is due tomorrow.
Ha.
Haha.
Hahaha.
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Thursday, March 04, 2004
YAY!
We beat BRE 2-1! I played the whole game and had a good match overall.
Led 2-0 at halftime but they crept back and scored after our defence got into another mix up. We deserved to beat them and should not have let them come back into the game. The final few minutes was pretty tense as we held on to win!
Only 3rd place finishers have medals! Yeah! My first NUS medal! Some of the guys are still sulking over the fact that they played today and not tomorrow (final) but we are all pleased we won today's game.
I started right wing and only during the final 20minutes forayed into the centre. It was a much better performance from me. I made some good tackles (special mention goes to the right fullback behind me who did really well covering me too), produced some good passes, and made no mistakes! Unbelievable! Okok. Only a stupid foul throw. Argh. And the captain praised me after the game! He said I did very well, and if only I played like that against BIZ AD. Haha. Guess it just comes down to experience. And I paced myself a lot better today, not running unnecessarily up (since they don't try thread those through passes to me anyway), and watching my opponent carefully and forcing him back to defend me instead of letting him come forward and I have to defend him.
Sprained my left ankle with about 15mins to go. Headed away a corner kick and landed on someone's boots. Those who know me well will know it's nothing usual. It's good it's just a minor sprain. I left the pitch for about 5minutes, had a friend spray me with DEEP HEAT, before running back on.
I feel ok now. Should be up and running tomorrow. Sigh. Old age.
The post game team talk was in high spirits, and we thanked the year 3s for their guidance since they are graduating, and they told us to keep the spirit going and go become champions next year.
That's all in another day of my sucky life. Heh heh.
Back to assignments.
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We beat BRE 2-1! I played the whole game and had a good match overall.
Led 2-0 at halftime but they crept back and scored after our defence got into another mix up. We deserved to beat them and should not have let them come back into the game. The final few minutes was pretty tense as we held on to win!
Only 3rd place finishers have medals! Yeah! My first NUS medal! Some of the guys are still sulking over the fact that they played today and not tomorrow (final) but we are all pleased we won today's game.
I started right wing and only during the final 20minutes forayed into the centre. It was a much better performance from me. I made some good tackles (special mention goes to the right fullback behind me who did really well covering me too), produced some good passes, and made no mistakes! Unbelievable! Okok. Only a stupid foul throw. Argh. And the captain praised me after the game! He said I did very well, and if only I played like that against BIZ AD. Haha. Guess it just comes down to experience. And I paced myself a lot better today, not running unnecessarily up (since they don't try thread those through passes to me anyway), and watching my opponent carefully and forcing him back to defend me instead of letting him come forward and I have to defend him.
Sprained my left ankle with about 15mins to go. Headed away a corner kick and landed on someone's boots. Those who know me well will know it's nothing usual. It's good it's just a minor sprain. I left the pitch for about 5minutes, had a friend spray me with DEEP HEAT, before running back on.
I feel ok now. Should be up and running tomorrow. Sigh. Old age.
The post game team talk was in high spirits, and we thanked the year 3s for their guidance since they are graduating, and they told us to keep the spirit going and go become champions next year.
That's all in another day of my sucky life. Heh heh.
Back to assignments.
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Wednesday, March 03, 2004
We lost to engine 3-2 on penalties in the semi final after a 1-1 draw.
Before the game we quietly laughed at the referee's size. He had a big belly and seemed as though he couldn't run much. Turns out his referee skills are even worse.
Match started out pretty evenly. And our team got a penalty soon after. It was a good tackle by their defender from our point of view but the ref screwed up. So well... what to do... Our striker scored and we led 1-0.
Few minutes later one of our guys got into some trouble. The ref blew his whistle late for offside (damn late I must add) and the defender didn't hear, and while trying to clear the ball kicked the opponent's leg. The defender got sent off.
(for those of you not familiar with the sport an off the ball challenge with no malice only warrants a yellow at most.) Another one of our guys was booked for dissent.
So we were down to 10men. We didn't have many chances and spent most of the time defending, as expected.
Our goalkeeper was injured late in the game but the referee didn't stop play. Once again the gk has a higher priority than outfield players, and when one of us asked the ref why didn't he stop play the player was yellow carded. HAHA. The ref told him don't tell me what to do. I know the rules. He then suggested the gk to be taken off the field for treatment or make a substitution.
Dumbass. Goalkeepers receive treatment ON THE FIELD, stupid. Go read the rule book. If you can't read use your common sense.
Engine then equalised with a wonderful volley from the top of the penalty box.
WIth the score 1-1 and into injury time, our striker got injured and lay on the ground. Without a hint of sportsmanship the engine players played on and moved forward, refusing to clear the ball to stop play. (The ref as usual was nowhere to be seen.) Our captain told us later he felt like killing the opponent when he shouted at one person to clear the ball but he didn't. We finally gained possession and kicked the ball out. Us substitutes were by the side shouting and discussing how disgraceful the engine players are. It's possible some might not have noticed the guy lying on the ground, but others did, and in any case OUR players did and shouted at them.
So it's full time and into penalties. The striker who always takes penalties in the same direction had his shot saved, and engine won 3-2.
Surprisingly our team wasn't that much depressed. Perhaps we were angry at the ref. The senior players told us it's ok to lose on penalties especially as a 10men side against a 12men side (the ref in cahoots with their team). It was a fair match and Engine did deserve to go through for not giving up and equalising late in the game.
So the 3rd 4th placing against BRE (building & real estate) will be held on thursday. Only 3rd place finishers get a medal to keep, but the captain has promised those who didn't play much to play. Which means I'm gonna start! Yeah! Hopefully a better game than before.
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Before the game we quietly laughed at the referee's size. He had a big belly and seemed as though he couldn't run much. Turns out his referee skills are even worse.
Match started out pretty evenly. And our team got a penalty soon after. It was a good tackle by their defender from our point of view but the ref screwed up. So well... what to do... Our striker scored and we led 1-0.
Few minutes later one of our guys got into some trouble. The ref blew his whistle late for offside (damn late I must add) and the defender didn't hear, and while trying to clear the ball kicked the opponent's leg. The defender got sent off.
(for those of you not familiar with the sport an off the ball challenge with no malice only warrants a yellow at most.) Another one of our guys was booked for dissent.
So we were down to 10men. We didn't have many chances and spent most of the time defending, as expected.
Our goalkeeper was injured late in the game but the referee didn't stop play. Once again the gk has a higher priority than outfield players, and when one of us asked the ref why didn't he stop play the player was yellow carded. HAHA. The ref told him don't tell me what to do. I know the rules. He then suggested the gk to be taken off the field for treatment or make a substitution.
Dumbass. Goalkeepers receive treatment ON THE FIELD, stupid. Go read the rule book. If you can't read use your common sense.
Engine then equalised with a wonderful volley from the top of the penalty box.
WIth the score 1-1 and into injury time, our striker got injured and lay on the ground. Without a hint of sportsmanship the engine players played on and moved forward, refusing to clear the ball to stop play. (The ref as usual was nowhere to be seen.) Our captain told us later he felt like killing the opponent when he shouted at one person to clear the ball but he didn't. We finally gained possession and kicked the ball out. Us substitutes were by the side shouting and discussing how disgraceful the engine players are. It's possible some might not have noticed the guy lying on the ground, but others did, and in any case OUR players did and shouted at them.
So it's full time and into penalties. The striker who always takes penalties in the same direction had his shot saved, and engine won 3-2.
Surprisingly our team wasn't that much depressed. Perhaps we were angry at the ref. The senior players told us it's ok to lose on penalties especially as a 10men side against a 12men side (the ref in cahoots with their team). It was a fair match and Engine did deserve to go through for not giving up and equalising late in the game.
So the 3rd 4th placing against BRE (building & real estate) will be held on thursday. Only 3rd place finishers get a medal to keep, but the captain has promised those who didn't play much to play. Which means I'm gonna start! Yeah! Hopefully a better game than before.
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Monday, March 01, 2004
And now this stupid girl messages me if I wanna go tomorrow's tutorial instead of the original friday's.
Reason?
Because she's free tomorrow.
WTF. Do I look like some slave always ready to appease you?
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Reason?
Because she's free tomorrow.
WTF. Do I look like some slave always ready to appease you?
triggering Mr Ng HS |
He's done it again.
He messaged me something along the lines of "Supposing I do get together with her, can you accept it?"
Dumb F. Asking dumb questions.
From msn:
i dunno if u believe me or not
but
i truly wanna be friends lah
dunno if this will affect or not
but
that's wad i truly want to be
Irritating asshole.
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He messaged me something along the lines of "Supposing I do get together with her, can you accept it?"
Dumb F. Asking dumb questions.
From msn:
i dunno if u believe me or not
but
i truly wanna be friends lah
dunno if this will affect or not
but
that's wad i truly want to be
Irritating asshole.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
Here I shall scribble a quick summary about the NTS Ghoulish Trail I went on friday night. NUSSU tour services combined with SPI, the Singapore Paranormal Investigators, led by five passionate ghost hunters, the youngest being a 16 year old malay boy.
And nobody went with me. =(
There were about 20+ people, mostly in pairs, some in 3s and 4s, and some, like me, alone.
But I managed to "hook up" with another guy from SOC, and he's pretty ok.
0745pm We set off from NUS PGP to Ford Factory, the place where General Percival signed the surrender to General Yamashita in WWII (not sure about their ranks, should be general or lieutenant general). It's a torn down building supposed to be open to the public but later closed down by the national heritage board or something. There's a malay guard staying there all the time to 'jaga' the place. I tried talking to him but he couldn't understand english, neither could I make sense of his malay language. We were given only light sticks. Nice experience. Not very scary though.
9pm We left for Hillview mansion, in the western part of Singapore. It's this 5000 square metres mansion on top of the steepest of slopes. It was a frightening feeling just standing outside the tall gates. You have to walk in about 150metres (info from tourguide) before you can reach the house, and from where we were we couldn't even see anything more than darkness after 50metres. A pity we couldn't enter because the last time the tour brought people in the guys screamed and fooled around so much the tour group was afraid the neighbours would call the police. Hence no risk this time.
0935pm Toilet break at some petrol station.
0950pm Pongol House (spelling) this weird house sticking out in the middle of the field in Pongol. Just a drive by. Of course in the night anything looks scary.
1030pm Pulai Spirit Tree. Near Expo. This gigantic tree which got struck by lightning, and another fig tree growing beside it. Many offerings, chinese and indian, scattered all over roots.
1110pm Old commando camp. Now this place to me is the scariest place all night. Reminds me of the time me and my army friends sneaked into old changi hospital in 2001. I didn't see 'anything', but the place was scary enough. And all of us just ended up scaring one another by popping up suddenly through a door. Especially that guy wandering around alone without a torch!! WHAT are you doing!! (we were given torches to share in groups.) He gave me a fright man! Imagine someone with no light walking around. No sound and all.
1145pm Mount pleasant cemetary. We came across this place where there were tin cans tied on a string to a tree. To warn gambling people when police come? To tell them there are "things" in the air? Very weird. Many tin cans tied up high up. The SPIs challenged us to pull the strings which will pull the cans. Chinese myth has it that ghosts / spirits might appear in response to these sounds. (like those wind chimes and bells in movies) Only the ang moh and another brave man went to shake shake. Haha. The SPIs joked that don't be surprised to find there are 'things' following them home.
Approaching 1am, back to NUS. And I drove home. Wasn't much of a scare as expected, since it was supposed to be an educational trip, and I certainly learnt quite a bit, about different cultures and their myths. It was very fun. The guides were humourous on top of their knowledge. We all laughed as they struggled with the indian names of the gods.
Good fun. Worth it. If they are going to different places the next time, I'll sign up again!
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And nobody went with me. =(
There were about 20+ people, mostly in pairs, some in 3s and 4s, and some, like me, alone.
But I managed to "hook up" with another guy from SOC, and he's pretty ok.
0745pm We set off from NUS PGP to Ford Factory, the place where General Percival signed the surrender to General Yamashita in WWII (not sure about their ranks, should be general or lieutenant general). It's a torn down building supposed to be open to the public but later closed down by the national heritage board or something. There's a malay guard staying there all the time to 'jaga' the place. I tried talking to him but he couldn't understand english, neither could I make sense of his malay language. We were given only light sticks. Nice experience. Not very scary though.
9pm We left for Hillview mansion, in the western part of Singapore. It's this 5000 square metres mansion on top of the steepest of slopes. It was a frightening feeling just standing outside the tall gates. You have to walk in about 150metres (info from tourguide) before you can reach the house, and from where we were we couldn't even see anything more than darkness after 50metres. A pity we couldn't enter because the last time the tour brought people in the guys screamed and fooled around so much the tour group was afraid the neighbours would call the police. Hence no risk this time.
0935pm Toilet break at some petrol station.
0950pm Pongol House (spelling) this weird house sticking out in the middle of the field in Pongol. Just a drive by. Of course in the night anything looks scary.
1030pm Pulai Spirit Tree. Near Expo. This gigantic tree which got struck by lightning, and another fig tree growing beside it. Many offerings, chinese and indian, scattered all over roots.
1110pm Old commando camp. Now this place to me is the scariest place all night. Reminds me of the time me and my army friends sneaked into old changi hospital in 2001. I didn't see 'anything', but the place was scary enough. And all of us just ended up scaring one another by popping up suddenly through a door. Especially that guy wandering around alone without a torch!! WHAT are you doing!! (we were given torches to share in groups.) He gave me a fright man! Imagine someone with no light walking around. No sound and all.
1145pm Mount pleasant cemetary. We came across this place where there were tin cans tied on a string to a tree. To warn gambling people when police come? To tell them there are "things" in the air? Very weird. Many tin cans tied up high up. The SPIs challenged us to pull the strings which will pull the cans. Chinese myth has it that ghosts / spirits might appear in response to these sounds. (like those wind chimes and bells in movies) Only the ang moh and another brave man went to shake shake. Haha. The SPIs joked that don't be surprised to find there are 'things' following them home.
Approaching 1am, back to NUS. And I drove home. Wasn't much of a scare as expected, since it was supposed to be an educational trip, and I certainly learnt quite a bit, about different cultures and their myths. It was very fun. The guides were humourous on top of their knowledge. We all laughed as they struggled with the indian names of the gods.
Good fun. Worth it. If they are going to different places the next time, I'll sign up again!
triggering Mr Ng HS |