Of Dancing with the Retard
So suddenly the all exciting and all fun Friday Morning PE was transformed into a boring mass dancing session in the hall.Whatever happened to the soccer games and the rugby matches.I do have to agree rugby is pretty interesting.Of course,i havent played contact rugby which would probably destroy me.But at least the rules are interesting.Oh well,that aside.So we were ushered into the hall on Friday morning to do this utterly retarded dance.Thankfully,we were asked to group with our classmates.Thank god,or i wouldve made a fool out of myself if i dance with anybody i dont know of.In the end i ended up dancing with Teck Meng.Its all cool,since i know him and stuff.

The Ex-councellors performed it once and the both of us argued over who should be the guy and who should be the girl.In the end we ended up taking turns.At least i didnt get Jian Lin as my partner.Thank god.I was afraid that rugger might crush my feet if he steps on them.Anyway,despite the music i was reluctant to even move(All-Star by Smash Mouth.Pretty cool,but i wasnt interested.Really).Thinking back at the NYJC Orientation dance,i didnt do it at all.Reason 1) Bored. 2) Bad music 3) Huge contrast between that partner and the initial one 4) All the Marists skipped. So there i was standing at the side of the old canteen while everyone did stupid dance moves.Oh boy,what a joke.And they called those dance moves.I picked up my bag,walked to the back of the canteen and ran out of school.And that was 4 hours into the Orientation.4 hours,and i hated the school already.Well,not the fastest anyway.Cliburn decided to change school after staying in NY for 45 minutes.Now thats a record.Siti decided to change after 3 hours.I was too chicken to change.Big mistake.So i went back to SRJC and attended their mass dance.Way better than NY's.Really.

So we learnt the dance steps,and Teck Meng was pretty excited about everything.But we ended up fooling around with each other.We missed lots of dance steps,but we never cared.Made up our own,and thought it would be nice to have a mosh pit going on.So we started pushing each other and getting high.It was pretty lame anyway.The whole dance was lame!I started stabbing myself and the hockey sticks suddenly became very friendly.No Teck Meng,you are not the retard as mentioned in the title.In contrast,i seemed more like the idiot.I mean,i was there shaking and moving without any form of idea what was going on.In fact i was more interested to grab a microphone and sing the song instead of dancing it.Great.Never was a great dancer,as most might have known after witnessing my attempt on Samba(Thank you Rachel).

Thinking back,i had a much more enjoyable time when i was in SRJC doing the mass dance.I think the dance moves were much more fun than what i had on Friday,though the song was much worse.Much worse.My partner was Rs man,how cool was that.I mean,neither of us were great dancers,but at least i bothered to try to make the best out of it.It was my first time,and i wanted to make it memorable.It was,though i stepped on her shoes once or twice.But it was all good.The dance steps were much more fun in comparison,and i never skipped a day at the orientation.Oh well,apologies to Teck Meng who had to tolerate me.But then again,he was grateful that he didnt have to dance with somebody he doesnt know.Haha.So the dance ended and i was dying to get out of the hall.That dreadful music lingered in my mind while i was changing.Dreadful dreadful dreadful.Just switch the god damn music off!(Silence)

Song of the Moment---Like a Stone by AudioSlave

Of the Splattering Rain in the Dark
As i burnt my brain juice over the AJC prelim paper 2003 a couple of hours again,i felt frustrated that i wasnt able to solve the problem(Just try question 15 guys.The "Or" question).Sitting at the table with my fingers in my hair and the "The Lord of the Rings" soundtrack blasting from my Hi-Fi system,it was hard to concentrate.Demoralization sets in,and i threw my pen down on the table and rested my head against the table.My head felt hot,and my palms were sweaty.I could smell the salty scent of rain flowing in from outside the window as the fan blasted its wind against my face.It was cooling,and i prayed that it would rain later while i prepared for bed.The lights were off,save for the table lamp that i left on for the homework.I like to work in the dark,it's a lot more peaceful that way.Soon i felt rain splashing onto my face as it started to rain.Just tiny specks of water droplets exploding from impact with the window ledge.I left the window slightly opened,with my head still on the table.I turned it to the window and stared out into the misty world.The wind changed its direction and was now blowing into my room.The curtain fluttered and the papers on the table flew off into the wind and onto the floor.For some reason i just let it fly,not giving thoughts to it.The rain smelt salty,and i closed as my eyes in the dark.Its a different experience indeed,to be enjoying the soft splatter of rain upon the window ledge in the dark.The sound of it seemed more sonorous in the dark.Everything seems much clearer in the dark than in the light.So much brighter.So much more obvious.

Sometimes when we are sunken at the bottom of the Ocean of Life,things might seem brighter than usual.You might notice things that you've never noticed before,or perhaps never thought of people.You see different side of people,the darker side.After all,when there was light the shadows hide themselves,right?I know "Hob" (A friend of mine) would understand what i am talking about.When you are in the dark and others are in the light,you are hidden and they are exposed.Then every move they make seem so much clearer and obvious that it is laughable.It might not be the best place to be in,but right here in the dark everything is clearer than usual.You see that although you are not seen by them,you can see them and every move that they make unveils a darker side of them.So dont be afraid or depressed if you feel detached from them.Think of it as a way for you to detach from them and take refuge in the dark.They might laugh at you,they might leave you out of the light,but that only shows their true self and character.

The rain stopped soon after and the ground was drenched.The air was salty no more and i turned off the lights and headed for bed.The rain,tasted sweet.

PS.A shorter entry.Happy now?

Song of the Moment---SleepWalker by The Wallflowers

Of the Silent Heroine
Before we blame everything on Miss Nirmala on the weeping of the students,lets examine the reasons.Today's Monday,and this Monday's a little different from usual.The afternoon PE group decided to shift the usual Tuesday PE to Monday,since we have Economics Remedial in the afternoon we might as well do something while waiting.

Before we even started PE Nisah,Meiling,Samantha,LiuYin and I were sitting at the tables outside LT4 doing our work.We managed to do it for an hour or so,but our concentration time dissipated when we started talking about the meeting on Saturday.Different people had different tales to tell,and i brought up that particular incident when a student cried during the meeting.Initially we thought it must have been the scoldings.After all,you cannot blame us for assuming.That is the natural assumption isnt it.However,the story turned out to be totally different(Though the one concerning the girl from the school team still remains true.I do not apologise for that).It turned out that she is having some problems at home.Shocking,at least to me.Im not sure if it is the sort of problem economically,but i supposed she's not the kind who would experience problems like that.Her mother is ill,and she has to take care of her everyday when she gets home.She has a sister(I think she's four years younger),and apparently she does not care about her family members' welfare.At least not for anybody else.She locks herself in her room and cares not for the house work her mother.Nothing seems to occur to her other than what goes on within the walls of her room.So my friend has to support her family by taking care of her mother,do the house work and basically tire herself out.Doesnt this sound like Rs.Well,Rs' parents were pretty healthy to my knowledge.Her father is/was a cab driver,and not exactly towards the wealthy side.Sister and brother works,but how would that be enough anyway.A younger sister to take care of,she used to work at a restaurant while schooling.School until 5pm,then rush to work in town which lasts until 11pm.Yeah,amazing isnt it.This classmate of mine reminds me of her.Well,they share some striking resemblance.The long hair,the huge watery eyes,the voice and the smell of the cheap shampoo.I never thought in a million years that they might even share characteristical resemblance.Imagine the odds.

Today,when LiuYin told me about this classmate i was both shocked and had a new found respect for this girl.I mean,a J2 girl having the task of homework and house matters upon her back isnt exactly the easiest job in the world.Im sure that was why she cried before Miss Nirmala.I mean,during such meetings with your parents it is hard not to think about your future.With your current life in such a mess it is indeed hard not to cry over it.I mean,how are you supposed to carry yourself and your family through this period of unfortunate events,and ace your school subjects.Even Ethan Hunt would call this Mission:Impossible indeed.I do have to take my hat off for people like that.Carrying this immerse amount of pressure and yet showing no signs of it on her face.Still laughing and still talking as she normally would.I dont meet a lot of people like that in my life.Not a lot anyway.If i were to count the number of heroines in my life,she would be right up there with Rs,my mother and my grandmother(Females,that is.In no order of merits).Nisah was saying how she looked devastated this morning during Economics class.Fine,maybe devastated is not the right word.Nisah,change.But is it just me?Or does she look a lot more tired than usual.No,i didnt start noticing since i heard it.Oh well,maybe its just my eyes.Everybody looks more tired nowadays anyway.

However strong the heroine is,you'd never walk upon burning coal all by yourself.Rs tried,but she fell asleep during lectures.Age and toil carved wrinkles into my mother's face,and the lack of concern for her own body caused my grandmother to be infected by cancer.Yeah,she died.Hopefully somebody would be there when you really need help.We are each others' heros and heroines i guess.You dont go through this ordeal still smiling and still laughing,as if you are telling your friends that you are doing fine.After all,you are not even if you think you are.Though you might not be known at home,but to us you are the silent heroine.To me,at least.And hopefully the people around you can be your heros and heroines too.Thats why PowerRangers never go around alone right.You need five of them to transform into a robot.You can be the main hero,the Red Ranger.But in the end,the Red Ranger is nothing without the rest.There might be a slight mistake here concerning the colors of those ridiculously dressed ranger in tights,but i hope you understood what i said.If you read this at all.Unlikely,that is.You dont know how many hearts were broken for you when we heard about you crying.We were,because you were never as vulnerable as that.Like i said,crying reveals your vulnerability to all aspects of life.You might read this,maybe you wont.Maybe this would change you,maybe you wont.Maybe i know nothing as an outsider.I dont differ myself from Miss Nirmala.After all,i dont know the full story anyway.I dont know anything.Just another classmate of yours giving his little worthless opinion upon some personal matters of yours which i just stuck my nose into.Yeah,this might not mean anything.Just a thought on my part anyway.Most of us only hear about how hard your life is,and how difficult it is to cope with two things at once.We hear it,but we dont feel it.Perhaps you feel it,but you are not in it.You dont know how hard it really is to be in this kind of screwed up situation(I wanted to swear,it sounds more fitting).Because you think nobody would understand,and you dont tell people.Yeah,maybe your closer friends but not the whole thing.Oh well,whatever it is,we are around.I mean,we can help even if you speak it out and we merely listen.Im not making much sense am i?Anyway,your birthday's coming.Have a good one,heroine.:)

And You,
You will be queen.
Though nothing will
Drive them away
We can beat them.
Just for one day,
We can be heroes.
Just for one day,
We can be heroes...

Song of the Moment---Heros by The WallFlowers (How fitting.Haha) 

Of the Ride Upon Doris
Doris is the name of a bus in "Almost Famous",a movie about a young reporter travelling around the country with a band called "Still Water" while writing an article for Rolling Stone magazine.Doris is basically the bus the band travels around with instead of planes.They insisted on it because that was where the band started.So everytime they travel from state to state the band would play music and sing on the bus while the bus speeds down the long stretch of road down the Nevada desert.I felt like this on Wednesday when the guitar club travelled down from school to Bugis Junction for our public performance.

We grabbed our individual instruments and rushed onto the bus soon after it arrived.The harmonica people were already at the back of the bus practising while the guitar club occupied the rest.While they busied themselves with their songs we were fooling around on the bus.Ahmad and I sat together and we took out our guitars and started playing songs.It was real fun as none of us cared much of whether we hit the right note or not.We just played whatever we wanted and sang whichever way we desired.It was real fun,and i felt like a member of "Still Water" on Doris.Haha.Though it was really crammed up when we played,and Ahmad had to play the guitar while it stood vertically on his laps,but we played on.

There's nothing much i can say about the performance anyway.We continued to fool around backstage while we waited for our turn.The performance itself was pretty bad.I mean,the microphone clearly had some serious problems and the technician didnt know how to fix it.He probably was too busy puffing on his cigarette.I was playing as loud as i can till my thumb went red,and the back row was an utter silence.No offence,but the back row consists mostly the weaker players.In the centre actually.They totally forgot how to play.Oh well,who cares.I am not going to see those audience ever again in my life,so why should i care if i screw up or not.And as for the school's name,i dont give two cents about it.In fact,i am interested in anything that has got to do with the tarnishing of the school's name.Really.I'd love to hear it and tell everyone.Like how i told everyone about the "No Gel" rule.We are not robbing or raping anybody right?So what's wrong with gelling our hair up.Its not even a symbol of social outcast.Its not skin head or whatever?

Anyway,the performance ended and we got back on Doris again.This time Russell was sitting close and we played lots of songs.He turned the OC theme song "California" by Phantom Planet to "Rice Prataya".Haha.It was really funny and we sang to the song,though we dont necessarily know the lyrics.We played the song by Darkness too.Now,i hate that song.But its a real good one to goof around with.The girls were busy taking pictures and stuff,and we played a birthday song for nobody on the bus.I thought it was LiPing's birthday,but i just remembered that we celebrated it way before the holidays.Hmm.My memory is failing me indeed.

Nothing else happened this week.Nothing worthy enough to be written here anyway.My Parents' Day was fine.The meeting with Nirmala was short and brief,due to the fact that my mother didnt know much English and she didnt know Chinese.I mean,if you are the teacher you wouldnt spend much time with the parent of a student who doesnt understand half of whatever that is coming out of your mouth even if you have something important to complain about right.I was doing translations half the time.In fact,i did most of the talking.I told her my plans about my future,and explained why i had my results.She complained to my mother about how i go home before 1pm,which i find is still totally ridiculous as a school rule.Its dictatorship,and a reversed curfew.Totally lame.Anyway,i heard bad news from my friends.Not that it'll directly affect me anyway,but just something i feel that is really unfair.I dont know what Nirmala told my classmates whatever,but apparently some cried before her.I shall not say who did,but she has been a good students in terms of attitude and achievements.I mean,she is the least likely person whom you can associate with the word "Attitude Problem" whatsoever.Weird.Wait,or shall i say "They"?To be honest,what Nirmala knows is greatly limited to the numbers on the result slip and what other teachers tell her.Or perhaps what she sees during the mere 15 minutes during assembly every morning.What does she know?Nothing.Nothing much anyway.So she lacks the understanding of every student,so what gives her the right to judge the students?I know she doesnt have a choice on whether she wants to judge or not.But she does have the choice of what to judge on.I do think that that student who cried is in fact a great student every teacher would want to have.In fact both of them really.One of them achieves academically,while the other though not exactly the best student in the class result wise,but she's in a school team.That speaks a lot.I bet Nirmala didnt know how much time she gave up on their CCAs,or how responsible they are in class.She doesnt see all those because she dont know us.Its really unfair,but i dont think that by crying it is going to solve anything.At least it isnt the right way to feel.Pissed,yeah maybe.But cry?That reveals your vulnerability and shows that you just lost your war against this "Stranger" who knows nothing about you.So why the hell take in everything she says.Put corks in your ears and smile at her and say,"Whatever."What she says,really doesnt matter.

Song of the Moment---California by Phantom Planet

Song of the Day:
One HeadLight by The Wallflowers

 
  
So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed

And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

(chorus)

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

(chorus)

Of the Journey to the Horizon
Lately,i havent been able to write entries which concerns my feelings a lot.As you can see,entries lately dealt with my daily life and nothing more.It is indeed important to remember what i did on this day,and what i did not do on the next.But i guess,what i felt on that day should be more important.

As you know,i declared freedom a couple of entries ago.Freedom from love.Freedom from the burden of liking somebody.Freedom from her.I felt like a caged bird flapping my wings and trying to get out of that cage.I was content in the cage,feeling safe.After all,i get the food i want when a worm crawls into the cage.I get to drink when it rains.Love to me was like a cage that traps me all round.But i didnt really care about it.Because i thought ive got all that i needed from inside the cage,even though the cage is not necessarily mine,like how the love never beloned to me.One day,i peeked out from between the bars of the cage.To the West,a red sun was rising in the morning from the horizon.It bursted through the clouds and the ray of lights looked like golden arrows.I was fascinated by the horizon,thinking how it is like to be in the horizon,to be at the limit of limits.How the sun always rose from the horizon fed my thirst and desire to escape.So one day i figured that i should escape from the Cage of Love and fly to freedom.During a stormy night,when the sky was dark and threatening,the wind blew strong and the rain poured down hard.I laudged my body against the side of the cage,and with the help of the wind i toppled the cage.It rolled onto its side,and the door popped opened.I was free,and with a few minutes to tidy up my feathers i took off.The cage became smaller and smaller,and almost a dot when i reached the clouds.I kept flying towards the West and never stopped,for i really wanted to see how it feels like to be free from the Cage of Love,to be out of it again.

Days of journey,and i came to the end of the world.It falls away into a void below,and the land disappears at the edge.It seemed as if the whole piece of land has fallen off and left a big crater in the ground.The world ended at the horizon,and i found myself disappointed.The wind blew much colder here,and the rain never stopped here.It seems to be so much worse here that i never shouldve got out of the cage.No worms to crawl within my grasp,no rain that tastes decent enough for drinking.So there i was,perched upon a branch of a tree looking out into the void.I suddenly felt the emptiness before and within me.What i have been working for and aiming for,turns out to be an empty void.Hopeless and cheerless.

During my transitional period from accepting the fact that you were not meant for me,to the time when i officially declared that i've forgotten about you,i desired to much to be a free man once more.No,you never burdened me.I burdened myself,and i wanted out.I got out of that visicous circle into a whole new world ahead,all pumped and excited.However,lately ive found myself a much duller person.I mean,seeing things no longer spuns thoughts nor do i ponder over them.I comment on them,and then dismisses them.Anyway,without my inner struggle in life with you i seem to be such a boring person.Especially now that i am at the trough of life,everything's a blur.Try to imagine me and the bottom of a cosine curve.I am at the bottom of life now,with my results disgustingly bad,social problems and other matters.I dont feel happy now,and i am stuck at the trough without the energy to climb up to the crest.Ive reached my desired land.The land of freedom.A place where you dont exist and you never will.A place where your name is merely another name,and nothing more.A place where you are no different from any other female that walks the Earth.Yeah,Ive reached this Nirvana,this Paradise,this Utopia whatever you like to call it.But i find myself a darker person.A more boring person.A person longing for his past.A person full of regrets.

Looking back at the field where i left my cage,i think maybe i shouldve stayed in.Or perhaps stayed close.I dont know.I just feel that without you my life is really incomplete.Something's missing,and i dont know what.It sucks to know that you have made the wrong decision,that perhaps you shouldve done this or that.You are still staying away from my paradise,and i am still going to stay here at the end of the world.But i am going to drift in the wind and let it take control.Drift away into the unknown where the wind takes me.Without expectations there'll never be disappointments.So,like a seed of a flower i travel by wind and grow wherever i land.I guess i took the first step too fast,and the second step too slow.Never thought of how to take the first step,and thought too much about taking the second.I ended up lagging behind everything,disappointed.I have only myself to blame for everything,and it sucks when you cannot point fingers.It really does.

So this bird weeps as he discovers the horizon he longed for is merely a dream.He looked back and was dismayed.This bird made a wrong choice,but he got to live with his mistakes.So fly away fly.Drift away drift.Softly quietly into another lost horizon.

Of the Quarter Life Crisis
I shall apologise for my absence.I guess i havent been able to type anything these couple of days.Not that i dont have the mood whatsoever.Its just that i havent been able to put what i felt into words.It has been a mess.A big fat one.And now im in school typing this entry during a long 1 hour break that i have.Its a transitional period for me.Some might like to call it the Quarter Life Crisis.No,not a Mid-Life Crisis.A Quarter Life Crisis.It normally occurs when you are near your twenties when the fear of stepping out into the society looms ahead.When decisions you make now are going to affect the rest of your natural life,which in turn determines whether or not you'll have a Mid Life Crisis at all.
 
Lets think about it this way.There are three sort of people around me right now.All of them are experiencing the same problem as i am.Which is:To be trapped within this annoying educational system which judges students only on their academic achievements.Well,there's nothing much i can do about that can i?(Well,i can start a riot or something)Anyway,the three sort of people are:
 
1)The ones who are sick of their current lives,but are living with it.Perhaps not happily,but willingly.
2)The ones who are sick of their current lives,and cannot stand them any longer.
3)The ones who are clueless about their current situations.
 
I probably belong to the second batch.I cannot stand my life now.But the worst thing is,what the hell can i do about it?Perhaps i couldve done something if i realised my little mistake a few months earlier.That period of time has come and gone,and now im forced to go through it altogether.Fine.I just had a good chat with my Economics Tutor,Mr Teo.He's a nice chap.Though he might be naggy at some point,but he does make some sense.Unlike Mr Yee who makes no sense out of anything.Dont get me wrong.Both of them are nice people.But one of them is just more knowledgeable and intellectual than the other.Anyway,he was saying how he was disappointed in my results because he had hopes in me.Something about the "Potential" that is within.Oh well,i dont see it.But if he sees it,i'll take it as an encouraging thought.Yeah,it certainly is.For me,at least.Of course we talked about more stuff around the little green table before the teachers' office.Enlightenment?To a certain degree.After all,Ive already heard all that he said from my mother.Chinese version,that is.
 
If school teachers are crazy,then Primary School teachers are definitely the mad ones.Not that we can blame them anyway.Kids asking to go to the toilets,screaming kids,kids shooting rubberbands at each other,kids doing their businesses on their shorts or skirts.You get loads of those.Which makes them forget about their basic principals of being a teacher.A good one.Which is,being understanding.Ever been called "Stupid" by a Primary School teacher before?Haha.I certainly did.When i was too lazy to punch holes in my English worksheets,i poked the holes through the worksheets and filed them in the file.The teacher saw it,called me a "Stupid Boy" and slammed the file on my head.(And that student from that whatever Primary School actually sued the principal for slapping her with a soft cover textbook?)It doesnt feel good to be called stupid.Especially from someone whom you know is always right.I mean,back then the teachers are the supreme powers other than your parents and your elder brothers and sisters right.They are the ones who go "No","Yes","Now" and "Later".And the small little you comply to all their commands just like that.I felt really stupid yesterday night for some reason.And the worst thing is,i dont seem to care about the fact that i felt that way.Perhaps im getting used to it.Thats kinda bad,isnt it?Is that how people feel during a Quarter Life Crisis?Yikes.Im feeling old already.And its scaring the living daylight out of me.Sucking it out one by one,bit by bit.
 
Quotes of the Day:
Jules," The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
 
Esmeralda,"What is your name?"
Butch,"Butch."
Esmeralda,"What does it mean?"
Butch,"I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit."  
 
Vincent,"Want some bacon?"
Jules,"No man,I dont eat pork."
Vincent,"Are you Jewish?"
Jules,"Nah,I aint Jewish.I just dont dig on swine.That's all."
Vincent,"Why not?"
Jules,"Pigs are filthy animals.I dont eat filthy animals."
Vincent,"Bacon tastes gooood.Pork Chop tastes gooood."
Jules,"Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own faeces."
Vincent,"How about dogs?Dogs eats its own faeces."
Jules,"I don't eat dog either."
Vincent,"Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?"
Jules,"I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way."
Vincent,"Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?"
Jules,"Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig. I mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?"
 
[Jules and Vinnie take Marvin with them in their car and Vinnie's gun goes off and blows Marvin's head off]
Vincent,"Woah!"
Jules,"What the fuck's happening, man? Ah, shit man!"
Vincent,"Oh man, I shot Marvin in the face."
Jules,"Why the fuck did you do that!" 
Vincent,"Well, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!"
Jules,"Oh man I've seen some crazy ass shit in my time... "
Vincent,"Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably went over a bump or something."
Jules,"Hey, the car didn't hit no motherfucking bump."
Vincent,"Hey, look man, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch. The gun went off. I don't know why."
Jules,"Well look at this fucking mess, man. We're on a city street in broad daylight here!"
Vincent,"I don't believe it."
Jules,"Well believe it now, motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road! You know cops tend to notice shit like you're driving a car drenched in fucking blood."
Vincent,"Just take it to a friendly place, that's all."
Jules,"This in the Valley, Vincent. Marcellus ain't got no friendly places in the Valley."
Vincent,"Well Jules this ain't my fucking town, man!"
Jules,"Shit!"
[Jules dials a number on his cell phone]  
Vincent,"What you doin'?"
Jules,"I'm calling my partner in Toluca Lake."
Vincent,"Where's Toluca Lake? "
Jules,"It's just over the hill here over by Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're going to do, man. 'Cause I ain't got no other partners in 8-1-8. Hey Jimmie, yo, how you doin', man? It's Jules. Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit. We're in a car and we gotta get off the road, pronto. I need to use your garage for a couple of hours."
 
[Jules and Vincent cleaning up the blood covered car]
Jules,"Oh man, I will never forgive yo ass for this. This is some fucked-up, repugnant shit."
Vincent,"Jules, did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he's wrong, then he's immediately forgiven for all wrongdoing?"
Jules,"Get the fuck out of my face with that shit.The motherfucker who said that never had to pick up itty bitty pieces of skull on account of your dumb ass."
Vincent,"I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse I'll take.And right now I'm a fucking race car,alright?And you got me in the red.And Im just saying,Im just saying,that it's fuckin' dangerous to have a racecar in the fuckin' red,that's all.It could blow."
Jules,"Oh, you're gettin' ready to blow?"
Vincent,"Yeah,Im ready to blow."
Jules,"Well I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain I'm "SUPERFLY T.N.T", I'm the "GUNS OF THE NAVARONE". In fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You're the motherfucker should be on brain detail. We're fuckin' switchin' . I'm washin' the windows and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull."    
 
Winston Wolf,"What do they look like Jimmie?"
Jimmie,"Dorks.They look like dorks."
Jules,"(Sarcasticly)Ha Ha Ha,they are your clothes,motherfucker."
 
Jules,"Whoa... whoa... whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing."
Vincent,"Not the same thing, the same ballpark."
Jules,"It ain't no fuckin' ballpark either. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her holyiest of holies, ain't the same ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Foot massages don't mean shit."
Vincent,"Have you ever given a foot massage?"
Jules,"Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot fuckin' master."
 
Vincent,"And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?"
Jules,"They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?"
Vincent,"No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is."
Jules,"Then what do they call it? "
Vincent,"They call it a "Royale" with cheese."
Jules,"A "Royale" with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?"
Vincent,"Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "le Big-Mac"."
Jules,""Le Big-Mac". Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?"
Vincent,"I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King."
 
Mia,"Don't you hate that?"
Vincent,"What?"
Mia,"Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?"
Vincent,"I don't know. That's a good question."
Mia,"That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
---'Pulp Fiction'(1994)
 
Song of the Moment---Poprocks and Coke by GreenDay
   

 

Of Coffee and White Wine
Day 3 of the busy weekday schedule.First i had the SRJC concert,then i had to attend the medical checkup.Today i went to meet up with my 1st 3 months SRJC classmates.First and foremost,i must say that 1s24 lives in my mind,forever.You guys are the best.BEST.The best.No questions about it.
 
After school,i got myself ready for the outing.I stayed back in school to finish my Poisson Distribution tutorial.Yeah,believe it or not.At 440pm,i ironed my shirt and pants,got ready to leave.The 105 trip was exciting for me,since i havent met them in months.Haha.Especially SM,who's been gone since January(He studies in Australia).The wait for the 105 bus was long.And 317 was even later.So i started chewing on the already half melted lemon sweet i brought with me.Anyway,got onto the bus and headed for the Serangoon Garden circle.It was Nigel and Jane's idea to have an outing at Cafe Cartel.Yeah,the one i went to after Synergy.I arrived a little after the meeting time(545pm),but i was early.Cafe Cartel was just setting up their tables and chairs outside,and it was empty all around.I tried looking for friends,but they were nowhere to be seen.I called Jane,and she was on her way.I went to the bus stop and met Sandra there,bored.Haha.We talked a bit,and i called Harrison.He was five minutes away,and he was running when i called.Haha.So i asked Sandra to look out for a guy running along the street with a golden hair(Or brunette,if you prefer).Jane got off the bus,then Harrison came soon after.Nigel was bloody late,and Melissa was late because she was hanging out with her boyfriend(He is my friend as well,and i was utterly shocked when i found out who he is.I almost fell out of the chair).Anyway,Nigel came down he bus soon after and we pretended that we already finished our meals.The blurry Nigel believed and kept apologising.Haha.We got to Cafe Cartel and met Siang Hong,Meishan and her boyfriend Wei Chen(If thats the spelling).Nigel suggested that we go Chomp Chomp or some coffee shop,but this suggestion was later dismissed by me after my opinion."Late comers have no say."Sorry Nigel.Haha.
 
We went in and ordered.We started talking about the good old days and started catching up.Haha.It was real fun,and Harrison basically took charge of the goofing.I took charge of remembering the old stuff,since i had fond memories of the class.Haha.Jane shared some incident of hers to the group and we talked about it.It was really fun,and i almost forgot about my own food.I ordered SeaFood Pasta,and it wasnt really great.But hell,who cares.The incident with this flying insect was hilarious.Harrison managed to trap the insect in a cup on the wall.Amazing.He then slammed the cup on the table(No worries,its alive).Sandra began yelling,"Insect cruelty!".Harrison shouted back,"Is there such a thing called Insect Cruelty?You ever heard of SPCI?"Haha.I laughed my head off.SM arrived from Suntec,and he ordered his food while i ordered some ice blended coffee.I never tried coffee before.At least i dont remember.And i tasted really good.Haha.It had whipped cream and vanilla icecream topping with crushed chocolate.Heaven on EARTH.Melissa joined us too,and we found out that her boyfriend was next door in the coffee bean.Since Siang Hong and I know him,we went over to ask him to join us.Haha.He insisted on staying in Coffee Bean,and actually denied that he had a girlfriend.Here's the conversation:
 
"Hey,lets go play."
"Huh,must i?I want to study."
"Study?Comon'!I'll introduce you to my friends.This really hot girl."
"Is she attached?"
"Yeah,she is."
"Then im not interested."
"Man,im sure you'll be interested."
"Nah.She's attached.Not interested."
"Hey,she's damn hot.She's your type.Dude,let's go."
"Dont want."
"Hey,i heard you have a girlfriend."
"Dont have man.Dont have one."
"Oh,alright.Anyway,i'll be next door in Cafe Cartel.Come find us."
(He knew that his girlfriend was in Cafe Cartel.And you shouldve seen his face.Haha.)
 
Anyway,we talked a lot more when we got back.I started the tale about the time when Nigel's Physics papers were torn during the Economics lecture,and how SM's palmtop was confiscated.The funniest thing was,the class waited anxiously outside the LT while they were scolded.The first to come out was Harrison,and he bursted through the double door and had this "Out-to-Kill" look.Next was SM,and he came out with his face red and buring with fury(After all,he's palmtop was taken).Then it was Nigel,and he came out laughing his head off(He's worksheet got torn,mind you).Great memories.
 
We then started talking about how we used to play Heart Attack with poker cards in Burger King,and recieve complains from the manager.Haha.Siang Hong suggested that we play it again in the cafe,but Harrison didnt bring his mini DragonBall poker cards.Haha.Jane was a great slapper,and it was painful as hell.
 
Sadly,the meeting ended at 7+ 8.Most of the people had to leave,and the leftovers went to SM's house for a drink.Siang Hont and I,plus SM himself.But we promised another outing next week.Haha.Looking forward to that.In the mean time,we walked the distance to Ripley Crescent again,and up the street to SM's house.It was dark,and the nobody was at home save for the maid and his mother.We got to the kitchen and pulled out his father's white wine.Its been in the fridge since 2001,and its supposed to be sweeter as the years go by.In the end,we brought three cups to his room and drank.It was not strong,but it was definitely too sweet.REALLY sweet.And i couldnt take the sweetness.(The alcohol level was fine.At a tender level of 10.5%)We did some personality test together,and were asked to rank the following animals in order of our likings.Tiger,horse,sheep,pig and cow.Haha.Then we were asked to describe each anmial listed with a word.After which,an important person in your life that represents a certain colour.Anyway,SM and I had 60% of the answers the same.Imagine the odds.Under the colour "Green",that person's supposed to be the one you'll never forget.SM wrote Siang Hong.Haha.We rolled on the floor and laughed so hard.Haha.Then the alcohol kicked in,and i was drowsy.I was sober,but just tired.So i wanted to go home.Siang Hong and I headed out of his house at 1040pm,and i took a cab home while Siang Hong risked the dark and walked home.Haha.Brave young man dude.Brave young man.Haha.
 
Anyway,i had a great time guys.Thanks for the laughs and all.Really appreciated that everyone could come.Love you guys,peace out.Sorry to mess up your room a little SM.Thanks for the drinks and the fun.Sandra,Meishan,Melissa,SiangHong,Jane,Nigel and Harrison,thanks for making this possible.1s24 for forever.;)
 
Damn,i think the coffee and alcohol shouldnt be drunk together.Im drowsy as hell now.Its kicking in,and im fainting.Better hit the beds.Night y'all,and have a nice weekend.Peace out.Z.
 
Song of the Moment---Super Duper Love by Joss Stone

Of A Poem I Wrote:
If ever you see her along the streets,
Call her Lucy,then send her a fist.
Under that face there sits a beast,
Hungry and starving,and flesh she feasts.
 
She has no horns,she has no fir.
And despite her name, i call her Lucy-fer.
For she threatens and decieves like Lucifer,
So when she comes around,we all scream,"It's her!"
 
Nice she might seem,and polite she might be,
But under those disguises are vengeance and deceit.
A witch she is,but she lacks is a stick,
To fly around the school compound and make us all fall sick.
 
"Bitch!Bitch!Bitch!" we yell.
She ignores us all,as bitchy as hell.
So we wrote on our foreheads what we want to tell,
We hinted and shouted,but nothing rang a bell!
 
 
 
 
  
  
  
 

Of the Medical Checkup and the Gay Officer
Alright,lets bypass the bull and go straight to the point.Today is the day ive selected to do my medical checkup.Keened?No way.Ive never really wanted to face up with anything that has anything remotely related to NS whatsoever.Yeah,even PE.I hate anything physical,at least anything to do with NS anyway.So this morning was a dreadful one for me,despite the fact that i get to skip school with a valid reason.

Dad drove me to CMPB,and it started raining halfway there.It was the peak hour,and the road was jammed up pretty badly.My dad's car was travelling at 50m/min,and there i was messaging ZhuangYi telling him that i might be late.Let's see.The last time i showed my private part to any stranger was back in Primary school when they had one of those health checkups in school,where everybody would be led into a room and checked behind a drab.The worst thing was,the nurses are usually old close-to-being-retired ones.Female.So the young primary school boys would always be making fun of those going into the check up first.Anyway,this reminds me of the time when i went last for the check up.The boys would normally go first,and i was last.When i was being checked(Or examined),the teacher led the girls in and forgot that there was still a boy inside.They were asked to take off their clothes and stuff.My checking was done,and i hestitated of going out.After all,i really didnt want to be seen as a pervert hiding in the medical check up room just to catch a peek at the girls(They didnt strip down totally,mind you).Anyway,i just made a dash out of the room with my hands to my face.The girls screamed and yelled at me.Haha.Stupid teacher.I still remember her face(Though not her name).Completely forgot about my existence,and caused me lots of embarrassment.

Anyway,so i met up with ZhuangYi there,after running through the rain.We proceeded to the waiting room and our turn soon came.It was first some photo taking thing.Nothing much happened there anyway.Then it was the ear test.I was led to a enclosed room.Sound proofed.And i was asked to put on headphones,and react to any sound heard by any ear by raising the corresponding hand.Fine.So i sat down,and i was still adjusting the earphones(They were huge),when i thought i heard something in my left ear.Is it supposed to be this soft?I thought,then the sound came again,then i realised that the test already started.Hello,army boy.I was still getting ready.At least wait for me to give you a thumbs up?Argh.So i missed the first 2 beeps.Nevermind.

Next was the urine and blood test i guess.Quoting the guy at the counter,"Please Wee Wee on the paper".Yeah,wee wee.When was the last time you heard that anyway.Peeing on a piece of paper wasnt easy.I mean,we are all so used to peeing right into the bowl anyway.Anyway,i did that successfully without making a mess.Thank god.I did blood tests before,so that went on fine.Then it was the dental.ZhuangYi apparently had a lot of decay.Haha.While i had a PES A for dental.Wow.Amazing.Take that Mrs Chua!(My dentist)The X-Ray was faster than i thought.We stood in a row outside the room half nude,and i felt like a Jewish going into a gas chamber.The process was really fast,and i got out of there real quick.The eye check was quick as well.Perfect eye sight with my glasses on,so thats cool.The people there were the nicest of all i guess.Haha.Anyway,It was the blood pressure test later,with height and weight measurement.Boring.Nothing happened.Then it was the interview,where we were forced to take off our pants.Alright,so i went in and was interviewed.Was asked to take off my shorts,and i did.I can place my money on the fact that the doctor that i went to was gay,and that he went for the job simply because he has got the chance to stare at lots of 18 year old boys.I mean,i could see it from the way he looked at me.Yucks.No details,but it was enough to make me shiver.His mere sight was worse than old nurses!Wait,i might take that back.Yeah,i'll take that back.Special thanks to the guys at the medical counter.They were funny and helpful.I left my IC in the locker and asked one of them to give me the key.The conversation is as follows:

"Excuse me,i left my IC in the locker.Can i have the key to locker number 9?"
"Number 9.How to find in this bunch of keys?"
"Well,i can look for you?"
"No its ok.I'll do it.Its my duty."
"No i can do it,if you are busy."
*Looks at me with his huge eyes*
"Allow me."

(Point to note.Other medical officers merely stared at you)

Then i went to try out my shoes and cap.Nothing special here.Save for the fact that the guy in charge kept complaining about how the medical people outside are too trifty.They wrote everything on a single piece of sticker,and that apparently pissed him off greatly.Chill dude,chill.Then it was the long wait for the IQ test.We got in,and ZhuangYi sat beside me during the test.He went through the test briskly without much thought.I went slow,and got really bored.I misread an instruction and got a whole section wrong.Yay.Failed that.Yay.Some questions are just too lame that i pressed 123s and 321s.Really didnt bother.The guy behind us was the best.He simply finished the test in 15 minutes.He screwed everything.Wow.Haha.Even i did most of the questions in proper.

The test ended,and we headed back home.I almost fell asleep on the MRT.Damn it was boring.Which explains why i jumped into bed straight away after i reached home.What a boring day.NS sucks.CMPB sucks.Everything about it is boring.Come to think about it,i would rather sit through GP and draw pictures on my lecture notes.Wait,what notes?Alright,its late.I shall head for bed.1s24 outing tomorrow evening.Cant wait.;)Got to finish my Poisson Distribution before then.A sudden urge of doing maths now.Weird.Me?Maths?Joke.

Song of the Moment---Only Hearts by John Mayer

Of the Concert back Home
Save the talks in the morning,lets jump to the details after school.Nothing much to talk about during school anyway,save for the fact that we had a fire drill this morning.It was pretty lame in the sense that we were not informed about it.And i am sure half the school peeked out from the corridors into the sky to expect wisps of smoke rising from a corner of the building.At least i did.I mean,since the VP sounded pretty serious.Well,they were great actors.Thank god i realised that it was purely a drill,after i saw the teachers chatting and laughing with each other.I wanted to pat their shoulders and say,"Hey,you are dead.Move."

So i went home at 1110am,and got back to school at 2pm with my guitar and my clothes to change for the concert later.The guitar club practised once again our old songs for this national heritage performance at Bugis Junction.Haha.I performed there when i was in Secondary 4.This is interesting,and i get to go there again.Haha.I cant wait to perform to the general public.Hopefully Ahmad and I would be able to play something ourselves.John Mayer!Anyway,we practised our Synergy pieces,and our lunchtime performance pieces.Decided to play Ballade and the Waterloo song.Oh well,im fine with it.I dont really care which song we play,as long as i can recall the fingerings(I forgot half of those).The practises went by briskly,and it ended at 5pm.After changing in the school toilet,Ahmad and I headed to Ang Mo Kio with LiPing to take Mrt to Raffles' Place.We were supposed to meet Siti there at 630pm,but apparently we were too early.I was hungry,and we headed to the usual McDonald's for dinner.Ahmad insisted on hunger,since he really didnt want to spend money(Saving up for Ahem Ahem huh?).Anyway,Siti found the McDonald's and we headed for Victoria Concert Hall soon after.

It wasnt difficult for me to spot friends really.I mean,at least people i know.Jeff was sitting by the fountain talking on the phone when i waved.Then PuiFang shouted my name in front of everybody and gave me a great shock.Then it was MiaoTing from the top of the stairs,and as she was Ahmad's Primary School friend we ended up talking together.MeiShan attended the evening with her boyfriend,and i later met up with RuiYi,who came in bright pink outfit throughout.Hot girl,hot.Haha.There were more people i know,whom i didnt necessarily know their names.I was surprised to see ShuShan in the guitar performance.Didnt know she's in guitar club.Haha.Rock on girl,you were cool.Haha.It was fun for me,not just for the music but also to see old friends.Haha.Victoria Concert Hall was turned into a reunion hall for me,and i found myself back home with Ahmad.Haha.It was a great feeling really.The performances were great,though i found it boring towards the middle.I mean,i was really tired and all.The band was great,so was the choir.The guitar club was fine,and they had a way larger number than ours.Thats totally unfair to say that they are better than us,since the size is totally different.Oh well,im sure we have better players.Who can beat our King of the Sofa Kings,Russell Saldana?Anyway,I actually found myself enjoying the music.Haha.Surprisingly.However,i think i enjoyed a little more last year.I guess it is because they played songs from soundtracks that i know of.Which was pretty good,by the way.The finale was a rearrangement of the school song."Lead us All to Glory".Damn.I think NYJC should seriously use other schools' school songs as references.I mean,SRJC's school song is so much more attractive and catchy.Compared to the 'Palm Trees' and 'Fountains' and 'Foundation' and some other mindless things.Who gives a rat's butt about those anyway.Ahmad and i were clapping and singing to the SRJC school song.I know every line and every word of the song,but not the NYJC school song.Yeah,no love.No love.

Haha.It was great fun.RuiYi's friend gave her a rose for nothing.Weird,she wasnt even performing.Haha.Siti,Ahmad and I then headed back to the McDonald's to have some dessert.I bought a Sundae,while Ahmad bought cones for himself and Siti.Haha.It was real fun talking to the both of them.Especially Siti,since i havent seen him since last year.Thats a full year.Wow.We took the MRT back,and mom picked me up from the Serangoon station.Since she insisted on fetching me,i didnt resist.By the way,an incident with my retainers happened again just now.However,it wasnt really as serious as the day before.But it freaked me out really badly.

She wasnt there today.She didnt go.Siti asked her a long time ago,and again this morning.She didnt want to come.She said she might just go for the one next week,with dance and drama.However,she was persistent that she wasnt going to attend the one tonight.Oh well,it wouldve been fun i guess.To talk to her again.Why do you think i was wearing shirt and pants?Haha.Thought it mightve been a slight chance that she couldve been there.Perhaps,it mightve been a surprise Siti conjured.But no,she wasnt.She didnt go.Oh well,i dont care.Haha.For some reason,im glad that she didnt go.I might just go head over heels again.Though i do wish to talk to her about how the concert was and stuff.It wouldve been a great topic to talk about.You promised to talk to me on MSN after your Mid Years.But its been two weeks,and still no answer.Im still waiting for you,and i wait for you everyday.Haha.I mightve been blocked.Yeah,perhaps.

Oh,whatever.Dont care and dont want to care.Im having medical checkup later in the morning.I better catch some sleep.Today was a great day,and i miss SRJC so much.Yeah,a lot.Really.Feels like home to me.Its like a place where i can scream,and everybody else would scream together with me.Instead of being looked upon as a weirdo.Yeah,i feel like this nowadays.But instead of screaming,im not talking much.I dont speak much.I talk to myself,and from there i gain satisfaction.I guess,im happy.Im a happy man in silence.Drown in thoughts.SRJC,i love you guys.;)

Song of the Moment---Look What You've Done by Jet

Song of the Day:
Love Soon by John Mayer



I know you've been sworn
I read your complaint
you're needing someone older
and though I've been warned to live day by day
there's something taking over

did you expect to kiss me one time
while looking at me with the same eyes ever again?
so come on and face it
so come on and face it
it's time that we say it

you can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
it's not about you now
it's what we are

your mother complains that you need a man
you haven't mentioned me yet
and all of your friends don't know who I am
I've been your best kept secret

I understand I wasn't part of the plan
a dollar short, a minute early
but I am your man
so come on and face it
so come on and face it
it's time that we say it

you can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
it's not about you now
it's what we are

let's bypass the bullshit and move on because
the minute hand moves faster than you think it does
and by no fault of yours and by no fault of mine
the bottom line is laying in the bed that we've been playing in tonight

you can cross the line whenever you want to
I'm calling it love soon
close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I'm calling it love soon
it's not about you now
it's what we are

Of the 1000 Dollars in the Trash
Yesterday,or rather the day before yesterday,my father brought our family to this restaurant for dinner.His friend Oscar tagged along.He's from Taiwan,and he sort of works for my father,or perhaps they are in partnership somehow.Anyway,he worked till 5am on Saturday morning,and my dad decided to treat him to dinner that day.So after we picked my sister up from her new school(Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts),we had on down to the hotel where Oscar stayed.Cannot remember the name right now,but it is nothing grand actually.Anyway,we got to the restaurant at East Coast and parked the car.Its called the "Long Beach SeaFood Restaurant",and its right beside the Japanese restaurant i usually go to.

That place was packed,with a line of people already queued up outside waiting to get in.Thankfully,my dad called his other friend and his family to queue up first,and he would treat them as well.So when we got there,the seats were already prepared and we sat down to eat.I'll skip the details of the dinner,since nothing special happened anyway.The food was fantastic,and i ate three pincers from the black pepper crab.Sorry guys,im a pincer freak.

The dinner started late,and ended late.It was around 9pm when we started eating our desserts,and i didnt particularly like it.I pushed it to my dad,and he gulped it down without question.As we were about to live,i stood up and checked my pockets.3 things shouldve been there.Wallet,checked.Handphone,checked.Retainers,unchecked.Wait a minute,i mustve left it on the table.Anyway,i usually wrap it in tissue when i eat.I mean,it wouldnt be nice leaving it on the table,since its pretty sick.And the dentist told me that the most common reason for the damaging of the retainers is the fact that her customers sat on them.So i usually leave them on the table.So,i went back to the table and to my shock,they were gone.Those retainers cost 1000 dollars to make(Custom made and all).I panicked,and i squeezed through the crowd to my mother who was at that time at the front of the line.She went wild.And dashed back to the table with my father,who was still pretty calm(I was acting calm as well,thinking that it might in turn calm my mother down a little).My father asked the cleaners and the manager if they saw my retainers,or perhaps thick roll of tissue paper.None of them saw,and my mother became even more panicked.The manager led me to a dump at the side of the counter where they dump their leftover food and tissues before dumping them outside.I really didnt have much hope of finding it,since the trashbin was huge,and the food was piled up to a small mount.The manager grabbed a tong and searched through the fish bones and the vegetables.My mother got even more panicked,and i was there using my "Where's Wally" skills to look for my retainers.It was an agonizing 5 minutes when she searched for them.She then lifted a fish bone,and saw this tissue paper inside.She opened it,and found my retainers.Imagine the odds!My mother was so relieved she wouldve fainted.And i for one,offered to wash them myself.Haha.Close call.Very close call.If i told my parents 3 minutes later they wouldved dumped those trash.Thank god.Really.

So on the way home,i had them in my pocket,with my fingers around them.My mom was tensed on the way home,and her shoulders were stiff.Oh well,dad tried to calm her down as well by cracking some jokes,but i know my mother wouldnt calm down until she sleeps that night.Anyway,i dont suppose it is entirely my fault.In fact,it is nobody's fault.Oh well,we found it.So thats that.End of story.Haha.What a close call.My mom always says,that to find something that you've lost,is as if you just earned the value of the item you lost.So i guess i earned 1000 dollars yesterday,without being richer whatsoever.Haha.Close.Very close.

Song of the Moment---Theme from Pulp Fiction

Of the WoodStock
8th July,2004
Darren,Ahmad,Rachel and I met up at the studio again for our usual practise on Thursday afternoon.It was raining yet again,and we ran through the rain.We arrived pretty late,and apparently our room was occupied by someone else.Anyway,we waited for half an hour or so and went into another studio.We started practising,and it sounded great.Haha.I thought it was at least,and time flew as we strummed and sang away.

One hour was up,and we were forced to leave the room.We packed up the guitars,hung up the others,zipped up our bags and left the place.Rachel offered us to use her house as the studio,and we agreed to head there right away.Well,Rachel's house was no different from an ordinary studio anyway.She had the guitars,the pedals,the bass,the amps,the drums,everything.So we carried everything down to the living room,plucked in the necessary plugs and wires and started playing at her house.Her house is really cool,in the sense that its really peaceful.The best thing of all is the fact that it is next to SRJC.How cool is that?Her house is beautiful,with a jacuzzi/fish pond in the yard,and a fountain at the corner of the porch.It looked more like a holiday resort than a house to me.LiuYin and WanJun were there,since they were waiting for their tuition to start.We played,and it sounded good despite the lack of microphones.Rachel suggested Song 2,and i was reluctant to do it because of the "Screaming" element of the song.Oh well,i tried and Ahmad thought it was fine.The good thing about that song is that you dont really need to hit any notes or know any lyrics.Just,scream.And so i did,and screamed my lungs out.Got to know Rachel's brother,Rafael a lot better.He's a fellow Marist,and got along fine with everyone.Most brothers would hide in their bedrooms and lock everything.Anyway,Darren told me about how he was not confident of playing Love Song for No One.Alright,so i gave him the lyrics and offered to sing back up.He agreed,and tried to memorize it at home and in school.The day ended with Ahmad and I walking along the familiar streets of our 4.8km run during SRJC days.Anyway,i took a cab home after that.Was dead tired.

9th July,2004
The Day of the WoodStock
School ended at 1210,and i went home to catch some rest.I didnt sleep well yesterday,and this morning i had an awful pain through my head.Anyway,the day dragged on and it ended soon enough.We chose to wear white shirt and pants,and i chose the shirt i wore for Synergy.Thats the only white shirt i have.Others are blue,grey etc.Anyway,i got ready by 330,and practised the song once over.Still werent confident with McFly's song.It has a part in the song with a crazy note.I couldnt reach it,and was worried that i might go out of tune on stage.Anyway,i got to school and met up with Ahmad,who was at that time just release from school.We went to the band room and practised a little bit.Darren and Rachel came soon after,and we practised a little more.I wanted Darren to sing the bridge,but he too couldnt reach the key.So i suggested that we might as well lower that key altogether.And so we did,and it didnt turn out too bad.Even Rafael came,and he was great fun.Haha.Anyway,the people started coming only at 530pm to 6.For some reason not a lot of people were there initially.Anyway,the first band started playing without me even noticing it.It was WeiJie's band,and they had lots of songs on their list.That included English,Japanese and Chinese rock songs.Oh well,there was some problem with the damn microphones,and the vocal amps were bad.Nothing could be heard from them,though they couldve sang it a lot better in my opinion.They were decent enough to listen,and the crowd gathered as they continued playing.My mom came,and so did Krishna.Haha.That was awesome.Lots of friends came to support i found myself running through the crowd thanking people and catching up with others.Anyway,the first band took a while,and it went on to the second band.

I'll like to call them the "J1 Band".The malay guy from the band is from J1,and he brought his friends from other schools to join.Well,they took a damn long time to set up the system since they wanted the guitars and the bass to be extra loud.Anyway,so it took them sometime and they started playing.The bunch of soccer guys went to the front of the stage and started banging each other around.It was really lame,but hell it was fun to watch.Technically,the J1 Band was amazing.Their guitar skills were awesome,and their music was mostly based on heavy metal rock.However,the vocals were so weak that nobody heard anything.You basically see about 1/4 of the people in the Atrium standing up cheering while the other 3/4 kept their butts on the floor.Perhaps if their guitars were softer and their vocals louder,they might have done better.However,after i spoke to people from other bands,we all agreed that they made the mood of the concert plunge to the pits.We werent even sure if they were singing or not really.I saw their mouths moving,and then thats it.The crowds began to talk to each other,and were restless.

Our turn came,and we went up on stage all prepared.Our friends gathered in front of the stage,and we plugged in the guitars while i adjusted the microphone stand.I was nervous of course,but i was sure it was going to be fun.We practised for merely two times in 4 days,and we only decided to form this band on Monday.Amazing,isnt it?Anyway,so Ahmad introduced our band to the crowd,and they were mostly confused by the name anyway(Its called Locomotohomomono).He introduced the first song,and we started playing "Drive" by Incubus.It went on fine,and i quickly got used to the microphone.It was amazing to see how the crowd sang to our song as well.The people who were sitting at the back join the crowd in front,and finally the mood was back to the top.(No thanks to the J1 Bands)Darren's solo was perfect,and it nailed that performance.I introduced the second song next."The next song should be familiar to all of you.Its called Five Colours in her Hair by McFly." i said,and it was followed by a roar of screams and stuff.I gave the countdown,and Ahmad did his solo.It was awesome,and the song started out perfectly.As i went on,the bridge kept appearing in my mind,and i was scared that i might screw it up.Anyway,we got to that part and my voice sang to a lower key.Darren did my backup,and it turned out fine.Thankfully,my voice held and it was further saved by Ahmad's second solo in the song.I was really high on stage and started jumping around.I was at my peak when i yelled,"ONE TWO THREE FOUR!" then started jumping around as well.Haha.That was perfect,really.The next two songs were "Love Song For No one" and "My Stupid Mouth" by John Mayer.We set the microphones up,and started playing.Technical problems started to arise as i started.First,i forgot my capo.But thats fine,because Ahmad forgot his too.Second,the amp connected to my guitar was really soft and i couldnt hear my playing.There was some problem with my microphones as well.The problem is,i am the better singer between me and Darren,and i know the lyrics really well.He doesnt,and he had the good microphone.In the end,he forgot the lyrics and went out of tune.That was bad,really bad.Forget about it,and lets move on.Technical problems continued,as Ahmad tried to lean forward to the mike for "My Stupid Mouth".His cable was too short,and it was pulled itself out everything Ahmad steps forward.My guitar was once again too soft,and it turned out to be pretty bad.The crowd started to sway more slowly at that song.Rachel never heard the song before,so she didnt have any idea when to stop or start.Anyway,she did her best,and it was more decent than before.Just as i thought the performance tanked,our hopes rose high when Ahmad introduced the next song."I hope you guys know this song,because its very popular." He played the intro to the song,and the crowd immediately brightened up.I then introduced the song."This is Song 2 by Blur!"i yelled,and after dropping the E strong to D,we started playing.The last song,and THE song to get the mood up and going again.I gave my all,and so did the rest of the band.I screamed,and everytime i screamed,"WOOHOO!!" the crowed followed.It was amazing,and we were really high.Haha.The crowd was pushing each other around and jumping everywhere.It was madness.I really wanted to throw the microphone on the floor at the end,but decided not to.Im tight on money anyway."Yeah Yeah!Yeah Yeah!Yeah Yeah!Ohhhhhh YEAH!" and i ended it.Ahmad from behind came up and shouted,"Song Bo??".Haha.It was crazy,but i was happy that the crowd aided us in this.Thanks crowd!Thanks.

Honestly,i did not stay for Band number 4 to perform.They are actually Ex-NYJC teachers,and from their accents they sounded like they were from the US.They were adults,and from inside the band room i could tell that they were good.But,DUH.Of course they are.Anyway,Darren kept rolling on the floor and said that it was his fault yada yada.I mean,yeah it WAS indeed his fault that it didnt come out good.But i thought the technical problems were more irritating.And on the whole the performance was good,and at least we got the crowd standing up.It was US man.Cheer up dude.Dont get suicidal now.Anyway,when we went out the adult band already finished playing,and Russell's "Sofa King" band went up.

Russell had this ridiculous top hat on,and he was hilarious.His band had Richard inside,and two other malay guys.They were really good,but the vocals were really unclear as well.But the different thing about this one with the J1 Band,was that they were REALLY good.At least their tunes were much better.I joined Ahmad in the crowd and started hopping around everywhere.Even Rafael joined us and we started jumping to every chorus.Haha.Everyone were high,and we found ourselves drowning in the loud endless music.People staged dived,and though they didnt travel far,it was cool.Haha.Richard's voice was drowned by the guitars yet again,but since the crowd was high they didnt really care.Neither did we anyway.The weirdest thing was every time we start to jump,the bunch of girls behind will start slapping my back.And its not like it is the "Oh sorry.That was accidental" kind of slap.It was more like "HEY!" slap.And i didnt even know any of them.One of them crashed into me and Ahmad,then ran off laughing her head off.I think they were high.Too high.WAY too high.I was slapped more times after that,and kept turning back to the bunch of laughing girls.I thought i was blocking them by jumping,but why would they laugh if i was blocking them.Ok,people do weird things when they are high,so they are forgiven.Russell's band ended with "That Thing You Do".That rocked the school,and finally the school had LIFE.

We cleared up the place in no time,and Rachel accidentally left her adapter,distortion pedal and cable there.I brought it home afterwards anyway.There were a lot of congratulations and goodbyes afterwards,and i suddenly felt tired and exhausted.We carried the tables to the side of the Atrium,then the drums and amps back to the band room.Locked the doors,packed our bags,wiped our sweats and were ready to go home.

It was great,though it couldve been greater.But who cares,its over.Haha.

Special Thanks:
Ahmad---For being such a great friend,bandmate and guitarist.
Darren---For being a great friend,bandmate and guitarist.And ive only known you for 3 days!
Rachel---For being the BEST female drummer around.Thanks for your "Song 2" suggestion.It turned out great.And the pedals too!
Rafael---For the costume suggestions,and the supports.
Jamin---For being Rachel's mental support throughout the concert.And being the cameraman too.
LeeKai---For your excellent Bass playing and support.
Rachel's maid---For the sandwiches and drinks.
LiuYin and WanJun---For being the first audience of the performance,and sorry for not giving you guys a nap.
Rachel's Neighbours---For tolerating the noise.
Mom and Dad---For guidance and support.
Barnabas and Jonathan Leong---For advices on stage and playing.
Krishna---For travelling from home to my school to support.Thanks dude.
JiaYing---For advice and support.Oh yes,and the scream from the crowd.Awesome!
Debbie,XinYu,Liping and the girls from guitar club---For the endless supports.
LiangHong---For the stress relief.
Valerie---For the great support you had at the side.Thanks for singing along.
Samantha and Fabian---For taking time off debates and supporting us.Good luck tomorrow.
ChoonGuan---For you support and pictures!
WeiJie's Band---For being the main organisers of this concert
Sofa Kings---For the great ending to the great day.Cheers!
Crazy Malay guys---For dancing in front of the stage and going high.
Miss Michelle Tan---For helping out with the organising of the concert.And allowing us to use the band room for practises.
Mrs Ho---For,nothing really.You didnt even turn up.Everybody thanks you.
Uncle at the Studio---Thanks for allowing us to play an extra 5 minutes everytime.No charge!
Weird Slapping Girls---I dont know why,but you guys added fun to the day.Haha.

Thats about it i guess.Unless i can think of anyone else.Haha.For now,its rest.:)

And remember.WOOOOHOOOOO!!WHEN I PLAY HEAVY METAL WOOOOOHOOOO!!

Sorry,thats it.Night!

Song of the Moment---Song 2 by Blur

Of the Visit to the Studio
Today is unofficially the first day of school.Actually,it started the week after the last.GP paper day.But today is unofficially the first day of school,because today is the day when hell starts all over.Anyway,nothing much happened anyway,i slept my day in the library.Yeah,so nothing much there.

After school,the band is supposed to practise for the WoodStock concert at 3pm.I was a last minute thing,and to be honest we dont have much time left to practise.Its crunch time,and i feel like the last day of the holidays before a major exam.So much things,so little time.Rachel and I were released at 110pm,so i borrowed the key from Kevin and started practising in the band room.It was hard to practise with Rachel's drums,since it seriously overpowered the guitar and i didnt have amps.I lent her my discman most of the time to practise,while i just played my own songs all the way.Ahmad got released at 240pm,and he came to join us in the room.He brough his friend Lee Kai if i didnt spell that wrongly.Both of them are profession guitarists,with a newbie here.Really awkward.I felt out of place.Haha.Anyway,we went through roughly once through,and it turned out alright.

When Ahmad went out to meet our 4th band member Darren(Whom i dont know of),another band took over the band room,and we were forced to get out of the place.Great.So we had no place to practise.But no fear.Lee Kai the great called up a studio and rented a room there for us to practise.The greatest thing was that it was close to school,and wouldnt take long to get there.Though it was drizzling,we went ahead with our plan and headed for the studio.Ahmad went upstairs to get his acoustic guitar,which was kidnapped by Russell(Again).So i was left to the task of looking for this guy called Darren,whom i have totally no idea of how he looks like.Not to mention Lee Kai and Rachel.So i saw a guy standing in the void deck under the HDB,and shouted for Darren.Nope,not that guy.Went over to the other gate and shouted his name.A guy turned around,and picked up his guitar.Alright,thats him.I think Ive seen him somewhere.Hmm.I really cannot remember.Anyway,we took 135 to the studio,and it was only about 3 to 4 stops away.

It was still raining,and we sped through the rain splinting.The studio was small,with the rooms lined up side to side in a neat row along the corridor.We took room 2,and got the instruments plugged in and set up.Lee Kai took control of the bass,while Ahmad taught Darren how to play our songs.(He was a pro,but apparently he stopped playing for a long time).Rachel had her hands on the drumsticks and started playing.In five minutes,all of us were having a headache and a throbbing skull.We started,and i forgot my lyrics lots of times,and screwed up a lot.I mean,i am not used to using a damn microphone.I did,during the Talentime,but not in an enclosed room where your own voice is so bloody clear.Never really been to a Karaoke Box,if you dont consider that time at my uncle's house.Anyway,i did "Drive",and it turned out fine."Love Song for No One" needed a capo,and it will sound perfect.But no one brought it,and i had to lower my key.Made the song sound really weird though."Five Colours in her Hair" was the problem,with the centre part of the song at a unbearable key.I tried,but couldnt reach it.Ahmad suggested that i lower my key all the way,and it sounded weird again.For some reason i couldnt get the timing right as well.Lets list the first times today:First time with a microphone,first time with a bassist around,first time with a drummer around,and first time with electronic guitars around.Thats almost the full band,and so i guess somewhere deep inside i was petrified.Bloody screwed up,and thought i sucked.Perhaps i do,but nobody wanted to sing.Oh well,prepare eggs and tomatos gentlemen.We left the studio at 5pm,and it cost about 14 dollars per hour if im not wrong.Im not sure if thats cheap or expensive,but got to bear with it.It was still raining,but hell.I got home exhausted.-_-Thats it.Going to sleep early today,see you guys tomorrow.Ta~

Quotes of the Day:
[Toasting]
Capt. Jack Aubrey,'To wives and sweethearts.'
Officers,'To wives and sweethearts.'
Capt. Jack Aubrey,'May they never meet.'

[The crew watch brain surgery performed on the ship's deck]
Able Seaman,'Is that his brain, sir?'
Dr. Stephen Maturin,'No, that's just dried blood.'
[The Crew jeers around him]
[Dr. Stephen Maturin removes the dried blood]
Dr. Stephen Maturin,'THAT is his brain.'

Dr. Stephen Maturin,'Well, Mr. Blakeney, it would appear that you have the makings of a naturalist.'
Blakeney,'Well, sir, perhaps I could combine them to be a sort of, fighting naturalist. Like you, sir. '

Capt. Jack Aubrey,'England is under threat of invasion, and though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home. This ship is England.'

Capt. Jack Aubrey,'This is the second time he's done this to me, there will not be a third.'

Capt. Jack Aubrey,'Name a shrub after me. Something prickly and hard to eradicate.'
---'Master and Commander:The Far Side of the World'(2003)

Song of the Moment---Love Soon by John Mayer

Of the Two Dates
This morning was tragic.Tragic in the sense that Portugal lost to Greece 1-0.All eyes were on Portugal yesterday,and that lost.Honestly,they didnt play well.Or,maybe they did.But Greece played pretty well yesterday i must say.When Ronaldo gets the ball four Greeks will rush up around him.Thats quantitative defence.My sister and I stayed up late to catch the match,and ended up sleeping at 5am,disappointed.Oh well,as if i placed my bets on this match.No harm done.After all,i am not a Portugese.(Though i wish to speak their language.)

So i slept at 5am,and was woken up at 10am to a doorbell.Here's the scenario,i set my alarm clock to 11am.I crawled out of bed and went to the door.It was a lady in her 40s,and she had a clipboard and a bunch of newspapers in her hands.Just as i tried to get myself together,she started saying a whole bunch of words that i did not necessarily understand.I mean,it was 10am and after merely 5 hours of sleep,nothing worked anyway.Apparently she was doing some survey,and asked me something about newspapers and CPF.

"Do the articles appeal to you?"
"No."
"Do the colours appeal to you?"
"No."
"Do the layout appeal to you?"
"No."
"Do the pictures appeal to you?"
"No."
"Are you aware of the CPF article here?"
"Its 10am lady,and i want to sleep.Go away."
"What?"
"I said no."
"Right.YouR home number?"
(My number)
"What?6287?"
(Repeats my number)
"6285?"
(Repeats number)
"62813724?"
(Repeats number)
"Thank you!"

Yeah.But there was a whole lot more to it really.I forgot about the rest.Perhaps i didnt want to remember.I couldnt sleep afterwards.Thanks a lot lady.5 hours of sleep.Thanks.

Got dressed up by 12nn,and headed out to town.For some reason i had this terrible stomachache.I mustve been the chips i ate yesterday night which was near to the expiry date.Argh.I dont go out in my shirt often.(By shirt i mean the buttoned up kind.)Today was one of the rare moments,and i took 105 straight to town.The journey was long,and the traffic was a killer.So i took a nap on the bus.This couple in front of me,probably in their 40s,looked like Chucky and his bride.They were the most horrendous looking couple i have ever seen.Thin to the bones and eye liner badly drawn.The woman had the lower set of her teeth jutting out,and she held an umbrella in her hands.The man had piercings on his nose and ears,and tattoos all over.Mind you,he's in he's 40s.The journey there was tolerable because of Sock Khim's cheerful messages.Haha.Thanks Sock.;)

Reached the town,and met up with BenJamin,Samuel,Terence and Krishna.Benjamin asked us out for lunch at Swensens,and they were supposed to treat Samuel and I,who had our birthdays only a few days ago.We reached Swensens,and ordered our food.3 of us had Braided Chicken while BenJamin had Fish & Chips.Krishna got Chicken Burger thing,because he had sore throat,and we caught up.Haha.It was real fun,and we made fun of Samuel and his "Rumored" girlfriend.(Which is really just something to tease him about anyway.)It was fun to hang out with the guys again,although it wasnt long.We ended at around 230,and we left for Lido.On the way we continued laughing our butts off at anything and everything.It was fun,thanks guys for the lunch.;)I'll treat Krishna and Ben on their birthdays no doubt.(Coincidentally,they have their birthdays really close to each other as well.)

After that,i met up with Agatha,XinYu,Grace and Ahmad at Lido.For some reason Krishna and gang followed me up,and we saw a familiar face.It was Krishn's Ex!How coincidental!They hate each other,and are having a so called "Iraq War" now.Bumping into her is definitely not something he hoped for.I shouted his name in her direction,but apparently she didnt hear it.Got punched real hard by Krishna afterwards.Haha.It was real fun.They went home after that,and the guitar club went down for some shopping.The girls went to Mango,while Ahmad and I went upstairs to shop for presents.He was supposed to look for his friend's birthday present,and i looked for a card to send to a friend.We stopped over at HallMark,and found a really nice card.But it took us forever to figure out the price.(Why cant they just paste price tags!)That was pretty lame.Anyway,we did that and met up with the girls once more.Agatha left early for some family matter i guess.The rest of us got to the Takashimaya Coffee Bean for a drink.I bought IceBlended Chocolate while Grace got the Ultimate.Ahmad for some reason,bought the wrong drinks.It was a hot drink,and though it tasted good,it was hot.When we bought the drinks,we were supposed to tell the cashier our names.Or,at least the name of the person buying the drinks.So he asked Ahmad,and Ahmad said,"Mad."The cashier was surprised for awhile,and i started laughing."Oh,i thought you were insulting me" said the cashier.Haha.The funniest thing was,when we were handed our drinks,the guy was shouting,"Mad!Mad!"Hilarious man.Dini joined us,and we had a good talk.Haha.Ahmad and I had a drinking contest with a cup of water and though i won,i saw his face and i almost spat the water out.Thankfully,not on the floor but in the cup.Ahmad's face was just too damn funny and i couldnt stand it.It was a little messy on my shirt and pants,but i cleaned it up anyway.Haha.We headed on to Dhoby Ghaut for some pool playing,but apparently Funky Balls was full.So we decided to play arcade.The Daytona was fun,and i got first in the first round,and second in the second round.Got to learn how to drive in manual next time.Bishi Bashi was a lot of fun,and we wrecked the machine by slamming the buttons.The guys team won.Haha.But i was all for pure fun anyway.I got tired and slept on the way home.Phew.WoodStock practise tomorrow,cant wait!;)

Song of the Moment---You Gotta Be by Des'Ree

Of the Frozen Bones
Alright,so i did bathe after i typed that last entry.Since Krishna and his sister's room were connected by the toilet,i was afraid that she might just burst in through the door in the middle of the night while i am bathing.After all,the only form of protection was the see through glass penal.The bath was confortable,and it felt like a mini spa treatment.Came out of the bathroom,and they were still snoring away.Fine,so i took out the "21 Grams" Dvd and watched it myself(The review will be posted).I watched the movie till 5am,and by that time Samuel already woke up.He went to bath in the bathroom while i curled up on Krishna's bed for a nap.Pathetically,Krishn'a huge bed had only one blanket.The air conditioning was amazingly cold,and i was quivering in the bed like a shrimp.All i had was a pillow and a bolster.Krishna on the other hand,hogged the pillows,the bolster and the blanket and was snoring his head off.I froze my bones off,and my teeth clattered as i tried to fall asleep.In the end,i did.I guess i fell asleep due to brain damage from the cold.It was really cold by the time i woke up at 7am.Samuel was in the livingroom watching "21 Grams",and it was already in its last hour.Krishna woke up at 8 oclock,after his long and comfortable nap in his warm blankets.I complained to him about it,and it the end we just laughed it all off.Haha.We headed out to the McDonald's for breakfast.The problem with Krishna's house was that it is located in the middle of nowhere.Nowhere.The nearest place for food is a whooping ten minutes walk away.The McDonald's was a twenty minute walk.Anyway,i was hungry and desperate,and we walked the distance.It is supposingly the biggest McDonald's outlet in Singapore,and as the big fan of their breakfast i ate their Big Meal.Awesome.

Breakfast ended with a wonderful chocolate topped Sundae and a hot cup of tea.We headed back to Krishna's house,and there we watched movies and played Scrabble.My luck was low on Scrabble,and i recieved letters like "R","L","Y" and "D".What kind of word can i form with letters like that i wonder.In the end,Samuel was the Scrabble king.You Greek!(Because the Greeks won Czech Republic cause of luck as well.What a shocker.)Anyway,to be honest Krishna,the lunch your maid prepared wasnt particularly my favourite sort of food.Cold prawns and all.Haha.We watched "Friends",and had a great laugh.Krishna has almost the whole collection of "Friends" Vcds.Being a big fan of the sitcom,he was familiar with every disc in the collection.I watched "Spirited Away" on his computer,but i couldnt take the weariness that overwhelmed me,and fell asleep on his couch.When i woke up,i found Krishna and Samuel laughing their heads off at "Love Actually".Haha.Damn,i missed it.Seems like a good show.I'll borrow it next time.We left after that movie,and i borrowed a bunch of Dvds from him.Namely "Magnolia","Master and Commander:The Far Side of the World","Mystic River","Spirited Away" and "Good Will Hunting".Haha.Cant wait for my movie marathon!But i am tired,so i shall only review movies today.:)Special thanks to Samuel and his father whom offered me a lift back home.It was a great chat with you about soccer Mr Ong.Haha.

Review of 21 Grams


They say we all lose 21 grams
At the exact moment of our death...
Everyone.
The weight of a stack of five nickels...
The weight of a chocolate bar...
The weight of a hummingbird...
21 Grams...

21 Grams is an amazing story with a powerful overlook on life.Especially the leeward side of it.The darker side of it.This film projects onto the screen some of the most powerful storylines ever.It is hard to give a review of the storyline without spoiling the story really,but i shall try my best.

21 Grams talks about three seemingly unrelated people being pulled together by fate after a fatal car accident killed Christine Park's(Naomi Watts)husband,as well as both her daughters.Christine instantly fell into a state of darkness.She struggles to free herself from the grip of grief.She felt paralyzed,and stuck without the misery of the lost of her husband.Even a mere task of entering her daughters' room became a chore.Her life stopped,and it crawled,and she reached the trought of her life.Paul(Sean Penn)is a math professor with a bad heart,literally.He had heart problems,and needed to breath through a tube and drag an oxygen tank around his house to sustain himself.While he awaits his heart transplant,he deals with the return of his wife after a doomed marriage,Mary(Charlotte Gainsbourg),and she wants to have a child with Paul through artificial insemination.Jack (Benicio Del Toro) is an ex-con who has reformed his life through devotion to Jesus. But there are times, especially in his home life, when glimpses of his past personality shine through.

The movie was shot in the fashion similar to "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and "Momento",in the sense that it does not follow a linear storyline.It jumps back and forth between the past,the present and the future,and between characters as well.The beginning of the movie was the most confusing,with the first twenty minute a twist and mix of different scenes of different characters and time zones.As the story progresses backwards and forwards throughout the movie,the confusing storyline unfolds and flattens out into a smooth running suspence thriller that keeps the audience guessing and exclaim in wonder.Director Alejandro Gonz醠ez I襻rritu successfully edited the film this way,without spoiling the surprise for the audience by going backwards.To be honest,the quality of the movie wouldnt have been different if it was edited in a tradition linear method.However,the editing of this movie gave it the edge,and supports the already compelling storyline.As the film progresses,the audience would have to piece pieces of a puzzle together into the correct time slots.After which,it is pure entertainment.The movie had a few sex scenes,with the very first shot of the film being a nude scene.Therefore viewers should make the kids stay away from the movie.

Talking about the performance,it is top notch.Sean Penn and Naomi Watts were nominated for this year's Academy Awards for their roles in this movie,and Beniciro Del Toro is already a winner of an Best Actor Oscar for his role in "Traffic".Sean Penn nails both his performance in 21 Grams and Mystic River,with two totally different roles.In this movie,Sean's character is filled with guilt.And the very first scene you see him in,makes your heart sinks.Just watch out for his eyes in the hospital scene with tubes everywhere.Expressionless,yet all so powerful and emotional.Throughout the movie,his face never had much expressions.But those emotionlessness amazingly displayed Paul's emotional turmoil.

Naomi Watt's role as the desperate widow for revenge and redemption was brilliantly played out on screen.The saddest part of the movie was when she recieved news of her daughters' death,and she breaks down and cry.That scene was so powerful,i found myself reaching for Kleenex at 4am.She repeated the voicemail her husband left for her over and over again on her handphone,and that was painful to watch.Yet,everything was so real.Naomi Watts truly deserved her nomination in this movie,and was the perfect candidate to challenge Charlize Theron.

Beniciro Del Toro was nothing short of brilliance.He himself had a lot of powerful scenes.One of them involved himself committing suicide in the prison.He tried to hang himself on a pipe,and the pipe broke and he was stuck to the rope.A cellmate saved him,and after he was rescued he started crying in his arms.He questioned god,and felt that he was betrayed.In his mind,he went through hell and guilt pierced his brains like a thousand darts.He's lost in faith was vividly played out,when he burns a knife with his lighter and attempts to cut the tattoo of a cross on his arm off.It was disturbing yet,powerful to the extend that you question your own beliefs.

The movie on the whole has a depressing mood,with slow paced and moody music throughout the movie to accompany the great script.This movie is beyond amazing.Visually, the film is dark and grainy, with a desaturated palette of colors.Despite its multiple tragedies, 21 Grams is fundamentally more optimistic, because the characters are sympathetic. They're certainly not all saints, but we feel for them.This film gets you thinking,and haunts you at night.Its haunting,and it is real.Disturbingly real.It is amazing.At the end of the movie,you think about what you have really gained from everything you've done.Love,redemption,anger and other emotions.What have you really gained in life after you've accomplished whatever you set out to achieve in life.At the end of everything,your life is still a mere 21 grams.Nothing more,and nothing less.They They say that at the exact time of death we lose 21 grams of bodily weight.And that is true.Just how much does every aspect of your lives weigh?How heavy and how important?Before i saw this movie,i had an entry on 21 Grams of life.It can be found here:

Sundary,22 February 2004.Entry #2

It is scary how so many of my thoughts were identical to the messages in the movie.It is too similar and it is scary.Haha.Interesting.

Highly recommended for audiences interested in mind blowing movies,and films that brings you too close to reality it is scary.This movie frightens you.

Ratings:10/10

Quotes of the Day:
Christina Peck,"Whoever looks for the truth deserves punishment for finding it."

Christina Peck,"You know what I thought when mom died? I couldn't understand how you could talk to people again, how you could laugh... again. I couldn't understand how you could play with us. And no, no that's a lie, life does not just go on."

[After waking up in the emergency room]
Paul Rivers,"So this is death's waiting room.'

Jack Jordan,"God knows when a single hair moves on your head."

Paul Rivers,"The earth turn to bring us closer,it turn on itself and in us,until it finally brought us together in this dream."

Christina Peck,"Katie could have lived. She'd be alive right now but that bastard left her there. Laying in the street. He left the three of them like animals. He didn't care. She could be here with me. That son of a bitch is walking the streets, and I can't even go into their room. I wanna kill him. I'm gonna kill Jack Jordan. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."
Paul Rivers,"Slow down, just slow down."
Christina Peck,"Slow down. Slow down. While I what, huh? While I what?"
Paul Rivers,"Take it easy."
Christina Peck,"Take it easy? My husband and my little girls are dead, and I'm supposed to take it fucking easy? I can't just go on with my life! I am paralyzed here! I am a fucking amputee! Do you see that? Who are you? You owe it to Michael. No, you've got his heart. You're in house fucking his wife! And sitting in his chair! We have to kill him!"
Paul Rivers,"Not like this."
Christina Peck,"Then how? Tell me how! Katie died with red shoelaces on. She hated red shoelaces. And she kept asking me to get her some blue ones. And I never got her the blue ones. She was wearing those fucking red shoelaces when she was killed..."

Paul Rivers,"They say that at the exact time of death we lose 21 grams of bodily weight.The weight of a stack of five nickels.The weight of a chocolate bar.The weight of a hummingbird.But how many lives do we live? how many times do we die? How much can fit into 21 grams?"
---"21 Grams"(2003)

Song of the Moment---Bright Lights by MatchBox Twenty