Of the Sushi Gymnastics
After much considerations ive decided to cut down on the numerous emotional posts that ive had for the past couple of days and update a little on my life.Today was a little different from the rest in the sense that i stayed back at home and avoided the noisy Teachers' Day celebrations in school.Well,Samantha and MeiJian were supposed to perform really.But since there were last minute changes to that i decided not to go.What is a celebration without Mei Jian's voice anyway.Besides,i think i had a running nose after staying in the SL for too long on Monday afternoon.

Anyway,so today i was digged up from my bed by a phone call from Ahmad.He went to school and decided to drop over my house after school.That was at 10am,and please be informed that i slept at 4am.So i got my lazy butt out of those warm blankets and stared at myself blankly through the mirror.My hair was in a mess,and tears were rolling down the sides of my cheek(It was too early for me).He came over and we jammed "Tribute" by Tenacious D.Haha.That was realy fun,since it was a easy and fun song to jam to.Too bad Ahmad never sang.I updated his blog for him,and downloaded a couple of really funny videos.He actually fell asleep on my bed a while later.What can i say,everybody sleeps when they come to my place.Samuel,Krishna,Ahmad,Samantha(I think),Bernice,WenLai,ZhuangYi.I think there were more.

Anyway,we got ready to meet Darren at Heartland Mall for our little Sushi eating championships.Its been months since this championships have been set,with the mastermind Ahmad behind.So we reached Sakae Sushi at Heartland Mall and decided to take a bite first before Darren arrived.Anyway,so the food started out fine,with dishes after dishes grabbed off the moving tracks.Darren arrived,and we continued eating.Darren woke up at 2pm,and hadnt have his breakfast yet.He was the big contender and Ahmad called himself the "Dustbean" while i called myself "The Abyss".So we started eating,and by the 8th plate everything was fine.But after that every food became a long dark road to fullness.Darren caught up very quickly,with six plates ordered at one shot.And before you know it he was already one plate behind the both of us.The thirteenth plate for me was indeed an ordeal,and i already felt like throwing up.Ahmad on the other hand already stuffed down his fourteenth plate and waving his white flag.And as for Darren,he was one behind me and still going strong.I stuffed the fourteenth plate down and banged my head to the table.Darren too gave up at fourteen and all of us got Gold at the Sushi Olympics.I made five circles on the table with the wet cup and said,"Sushi Olympics!".We ended up queueing up for the toilets,and Darren first unloaded.That was nasty.We could stand up when we sat at the steps outside a coffeeshop,not to mention walking.I took Ahmad's Fina guitar with me home afterwards.Well,he was too lazy to take it home and i wanted to destroy it for him.Haha.

The bus ride home was a little uncomfortable,especially the bumps the bus rode over.Speaking of the Olympics,the sushi reminded me of it.In the sense that,the sushis(If thats what you call it) were doing gymnastics in my stomach.Doing flips and spins,jumps and rotations.I felt like throwing up really.In fact,im so scared of rice now i havent eaten my dinner yet.Mind you,its 9pm.Oh well,despite that feeling of fullness i had a good time.A little break i would say.After all,its always fun to have a gathering with your band mates.Haha.

Late nights have been really boring for me these days.After all,its just studying or 'studying' for me.At times you just feel like tearing those notes away.However,things take a pleasent turn sometimes by a single message.Haha.A certain individual would message me all the time with "Maths suck!" or "I dont understand Allocative Efficiency!".You know who you are.Haha.And its always nice to know that someone at that wee hour is suffering the same fate as you are.I know this might sound strange,but though we are suffering,its good to know that i wont die alone.Haha.Peace out.

Song of the Moment---Comfortable by John Mayer

Of the Dream Next Door
As Truman drives down the street in his car to his workplace,his radio screwed up and he began hitting it.The numbers on the radio started to jump and as it did so,the music that was coming from the radio was replaced by voices of people tracking him.He got out of his car,and ran into a building to take refuge.As the lift door opened,he discovered that instead of a lift there were people inside a room drinking coffee.That was when Truman found out this secret plot,that his life was in fact a TV show watched by millions around the world.That was a scene from "The Truman Show",and i think that happened in my dreams yesterday,in a way.

I was dreaming that i was in a jungle with a friend of mine whom i cannot remember who.We were running for our lives from something that i dont remember(Sorry for the lack of details.A normal human being forgets 60% of his dream 5 minutes after he wakes up.Not my fault).So we ran through bushes and leaped over fallen trees and a wall of trees loomed up before us.Under the trees were hedges of bushes,too thick to penetrate at first.We dived into those bushes and pushed our way through.As we digged through those sharp twigs and leaves,we came to a wooden wall.It was solid,and i banged my shoulders against it.It wouldnt budge.Just as i was about to give up hope my friend shouted to me from beside,and said that the wall was low enough for us to climb over,and so we did.

I stood up and looked over the wall itself,and before me was a railing like the ones on a balcony.In front of the balcony was another wall,and below was a little platform.On the wall there was a date,and it was yesterday's date.We climbed over the ledge and landed on the platform.To my surprise,i just landed in yesterday's dream!It was so weird to think about it now.I climbed over the edge of one dream into a dream i had yesterday.Its like i have reached the end of the dream,only to find myself in yesterday's dream.Isnt that weird?Its like this whole series of dreams i've been having were already planned out beforehand.As i landed on the platform,i looked around and i knew i dreamt of what i was seeing before,though i did not necessarily remember when.

Isnt this weird to dream of something like that.Maybe this is all a set up of some kind.Haha.Perhaps if i ran in the opposite direction and reach the opposite end of the dream i might find the dream i'd have today.Maybe if we all ran to the end of the worlds,we might just find ourselves in another world?Haha.Too much Twillight Zone for me.

Song of the Moment---I Miss You by Blink 182

Of "Alone at Night"
Written by:Weilien(Again)

Driving down the road alone at night,
Its a little dark for the sky to be at nine.
I cant see ahead Im feeling all so blind,
On and on your face appeared in my mind.

As our theme played on the radio,
I sang those lyrics aloud.
As the notes they kept on pouring in,
My world came crashing down.

[Chorus]
That song we used to sing,
As we drove,
All alone,
So unknown,
Packed to go.
All now gone with the wind,
When you said,
Go away,
Leave me alone,
On the way.
Lonliness is here to stay.

We had an argument and you cried,
Misunderstanding were seen as a lie.
I cant seem to convince you that i was right,
So i drove down the road alone at night.

As our theme played on the radio,
I sang those lyrics aloud.
As the notes they kept on pouring in,
My world came crashing down.

[Chorus]x2

Driving down the road all alone...

Crying and nowhere to go...

Of the Spinning Penny
When you are split into two decisions,most people would resort to a penny.The lucky penny.Take that flick with your thumb and let fly.The penny takes that spin through the air and then lands on the ground with a loud cling.Your eyes are fixed on the penny as it spins on its axis on the floor,and the rotations formed a beautiful sphere all round.The spinning slowed down,and the sphere disintegrated into a lobe.Your eyes are now opened so wide your eyeballs couldve rolled out of your sockets.Eagerly,you wait for the results with your palm already sweating.And the penny spins to a stop......

Im torn between two right now.Or rather,im not sure which to choose.The question is,"Do I" or "Do i not?".I am not going to reveal what comes before those questions,but all you need to know is that i am torn in two.To be honest,i would rather the answer be "No".Like i ever stressed,it is a burden that i am not willing to bear.Its not like i even have a choice if the answer is "I do" anyway.Its not going to make much of a difference.After all,the decision on the other end has been made,with determination.Whichever route i choose to take,which ever weapon i choose to wield is not going to change anything.For some reason,i dont know why i am seeking a penny for an answer.Why am i torn in two when my options are already made so crystal clear?Subconciousness is a scary thing.It pulls you into this pit like temptation does with your mind.

Perhaps that is why i am seeking the aid of a single penny.A small penny no bigger than your palm,and i am putting my fate on this little penny.I wonder what powers it possesses.I suppose it is the simplicity of it all.The two sided-ness of it all.It's either this,or that.It just makes things a whole lot easier i guess.Just give me a whole bunch of pennies and the problem of decision making will then be left to those circular little metallic objects.

"When in doubt,follow your nose..."---Gandalf,The Lord of the Rings:The Fellowship of the Ring

Anyway,about my doubt,i have no idea how i should put it in order to maintain the current situation.By saying it,its like blowing up the moon with twenty million tonnes of TNT and changing the tides on Earth.Fine,maybe not such a catastrophic effect,but close enough anyway.I shall keep my mouth shut for now,and keeping this within my secret garden.Locked up and well guarded.No,im not going to tell anybody.Not yet anyway.Only the penny knows,and it is spinning.Spinning on the axis of my fate and spinning slower now.

"When in doubt,*beep*..."---Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade,Scent of a Woman

And the penny spins slower and slower.I rubbed my palms together and awaited the arrival of my fate...

"When in doubt,spin away..."

The penny spins to a stop with neither the sides facing up.It stopped on its axis,and neither side had dominance over another.I guess,i am back in square one.

Song of the Moment---The Tribute by Tenacious D

Of the Song i Wrote,again.

Let it Die
By:Weilien

[Intro]Asus2 Asus2/G Asus2/F# Asus2

Verse 1:Asus2
Since the day i met you
Asus2/G
Ive been struggling to
Asus2/F#
To hold on to
Asus2
This forbidden love
Asus2/G
This thought that it carved
Asus2/F# A
Deeply in my heart
Chorus:A E
So should i give up?
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Since i cant fit in
E
Into your heart
Eadd9
Into your mind
Asus2
Let my tears run dry
Verse 2:
Asus2
I had my face on the bed
Asus2/G
What have i said?
Asus2/F#
That drove you away?
Asus2
Dried,are my tears
Asus2/G
Through all these years
Asus2/F# A
This pain has been my fear
[Chorus]
[Bridge]A C#m
Hey,I could almost smell
Bm
These tears that are falling down
D
Seems to have your smile
E Eadd9 E(Let it ring)
Reflected with the sound

That goes...
[Chorus]

A E
So should i give up?
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Since i cant fit in
E
Into your heart
Eadd9
Into your mind
Asus2
Just let my heart die...

Of the Screaming Rain
So the guy from World Bank came down to our school for a talk today.First of all,i dont know anything about the World Bank,which means that i dont have any opinion regarding the World Bank,which also means that i have no interest in the topic whatsoever.Anyway,i guess i was just tired and worn out after the maths questions.It's a tiring task to feel stupid,you know?

The rain that swept past the island left its tracks everywhere around the school compound.Leaves scattered everywhere in the parking lot,and the fields were once again dotted with puddles of various sizes,turning the soil into a muddy and almost bog like land.

Dont just hate it sometimes?

As i strolled out of the lecture theatre for home at 4pm,the clouds have once again gathered overhead.The wind picked up once more,and it sent the leaves sailing through the air and across my path as i walked down the slope at the front gate.It started to drizzle,and the raindrops felt particularly heavy for some reason.With my sweater,i pulled the collar over my head and with the Maths Ten Years Series as the double protection i sped down the shaded pavement at the side of the road towards home.Like a switch being switched on,drops of water from the previous storm began its air raid upon me after being hit by a gust of wind from nowhere.I quickened my pace,and slipped over the drain covers once or twice along the way.

"I like rainy days,the greyness of it all..."

It might have been my tired eyes,or perhaps the dust brought up by the wind from the construction.The road ahead is blurred and misty.The rain picked up its strength and sent down from the clouds a drizzle of bigger magnitude(Not yet were they considered rain yet).As the droplets of water smashed and exploded around me,the sound was thunderous from all round.It sounded like screaming and howls,and as if it was speaking to me,i could almost catch a word or two.Under the cover of my sweater,i continued my way home.As i passed the construction site,i thought i heard my name from behind.I spunned around and looked into the veil.No one was around,only the silent screaming of the raindrops,splattering upon the already drenched pavement.I thought i heard her,i thought i heard something."Too tired" i said,and i convinced.

"Its gloomy on rainy days.Thats how i feel nowadays,really..."

Sound of the rain were more like laughters,and from under the cover of the sweater everything didnt sound so clear.Yet,clear it was as the sound of cries from far off.I am imagining things.I need a rest,desperately.I wasnt drenched when i reached the doorstep,but the rain picked up more strength just as i unlocked the gate.I have a friend who enjoys walking through the rain.A little peculiar i must say,but that's his own free will.It is a totally different experience swimming while you are walking.You never know what you are going to hear,when you take a stroll through the rain.

How the rain decieves and lies?How it screams and holds back the words?

Dont you just hate it sometimes?

Song of the Moment---Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

Of the Ticket to the RollerCoaster
A friend of mine has been liking this girl for a while now.Forget it,im not going to say his name.He's a very good friend of mine,and he's probably the least likely person you would expect to be hear about something like that.After all,its hard to imagine him liking anything other than cartoons and comic books.Oh yes,and food.The girl is not particularly attractive i must say,but im sure she has this 'thing' in her that makes my friend falls head over heels every single time(Though i dont see what,really).I was talking to him online a little while ago,and he told me about iT.So i asked if he was going to make a move whatsoever.'Yes' he replied.'But not now.' he said.'After the As?' i asked.'Maybe.We'd see.' he replied.Then i gave him a friendly advice:

"That's cool (Name),but you have to consider the possibility of all that you've got now as the consequence of your actions."

True enough,with that little confession you guys might just split up as friends and live on opposite ends of the world.It is in fact a possibility that one cannot simply deny by burying their heads in the sand.I have another friend,who is unwilling to be in a relationship because she doesnt want to spoil the existing relationship as a friend.She has some close guy friends,and some of them confessed to her some time ago.After her rejection they became utter enemies and sworn not to be in a relationship anymore.I mean,i wonder if the guys ever thought of the consequences of their actions.If there is a possibility that that precious friendship you guys share might just crumble apart like dust.It isnt difficult,especially when you are too eager.A little too desperate.A harder breath through your nostril will send the pyramid of cards crumbling to the floor.The truth is,nobody ever thinks of the consequences.Not a lot anyway.They say,"Live for the Moment".I say,"Think,and Live for the Moment".Most people neglects the first part and goes ahead and takes this risk.Even Superman needs to plan out his actions and possible consequences when trying to stop a speeding train.You are jumping into the tracks of a train that will not stop for you unless you press the "Stop" button which you gladly left at the side of the tracks.The train rushes towards you and you stare back at the button.Too late.You are dead,pal.

I started to think about her words,and how that has reflected on my own life.She once said,"We transformed from friends who promised each other to drink coffee together to total strangers."(Or something like that,please forgive me for any errors).How many people can actually maintain a healthy relationship after that foolish act?I wonder what couldve happened,if ive never made my mistake.Maybe we'd be the ones promising each other to drink coffee at 40.I mean,who knows?That is an interesting thought by the way."Meet me at (Name of Cafe) at (Time) on (Date) and we'd have coffee together!".How Korean-Drama-ish.Or perhaps lunching at Sakae Sushi.That's nice.I dont mind.Im sure she wouldnt(After all,it is her favourite hangout).Couldve,wouldve,shouldve.Adds up to regrets.Hell,we couldve been talking on the phone now.Still close,still friends,ever so beautifully carved in my mind.

This reminds me of the time when first took a RollerCoaster ride.It seems like fun,but you cannot deny how scared you really are.Your heart is pounding,upon seeing the carriages making 360 degrees spins on the tracks and speeding down steep slopes faster than a ball can roll.You tell yourself that this is going to be fun,yet it is going to send your heart flying out of your mouth and into your intestines.But who cares,just do it.You buy the ticket at the booth,and go ahead with the plan.There's no turning back,and you already have your ticket torn in your hands.You start to get scared,and you want to call it off.But by the time all these happened you are already on the carriage,palms tightly grasped on the sides.The carriages shook,and you found yourself moving slowly upwards on this tracks.You reached the top,and before you a seemingly endless tracks downhill.A yelp escapes your lips,followed by an endless chain of screams.

Once you get that ticket in your hand,you cannot go back.Think,before you even buy that ticket.Its a golden ticket man.If you survive that stage,you are basically on the road to Nirvana if you do it right.If you dont,you'd wish you are six feet under.Think of the consequences,then check your wallet.After all is set,decisions are made final and tickets are in sight...

Buy it.

Song of the Moment---All my Life by K-CI and JoJo

Of the Life in Mono

I just downloaded the song "Life in Mono" by Mono.I didnt type wrongly there.Is a beautiful song in my opinion.I guess it is the image it creates,as well as the atmosphere around the song.Sort of reminds me of my life right now,where everything's monophonic.Just imagine yourself singing a song in the same tone throughout.I feel like there's this awful sound screeching through my head and i cannot find the source of it.Every yesterday seemed so far away,every tomorrow seems like a nightmare.Every today is so unexpectable now.Its like when the leaves are beginning to fall,and nobody spoke a word around you.All is silent and the sound of falling leaves are suddenly so loud and thunderous.Along the tree-lined avenue,is where you had your tea,with a cigarette between your soft lips.Past regrets arises,and drowns amongst the smoke and the tea.The tree-lined avenue now becomes the stage of this ingenue,who stands in the middle of the stage and doesnt know what to do.Shakened,and out of ideas.Though every play seems to be the same.Though every scene seems to be monophonic,you dont seem to know what to do next.Standing alone in the middle of this stage,this ingenue feels exposed and scared.I feel like that ingenue now.It scares me.Everything's so expectable,its unpredictable.Life in Mono is so scary in a silent way,eating you inside out with every tone it sounds.Living a Life in Mono,a Life I Loath.

The stranger sang a theme,
From someone else's dream
The leaves began to fall
And no one spoke at all
But I can't seem to recall
When you came along

Ingenue.
Ingenue.
I just don't know what to do...

The tree-lined avenue
Begins to fade from view
Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can't seem to forget
When you came along

Ingenue.
Ingenue.
I just don't know what to do

Ingenue, I just don't know what to do X5

Song of the Moment---Life in Mono by Mono

Song of the Day:
Acoustic #3 by The Goo Goo Dolls



They painted up your secrets
With the lies they told you
And the least they ever gave you
Was the most you ever knew

And I wonder where these dreams go
When the world getsin your way
What's the point in all this screaming
No one's listening anyway

Your voice is small and fading
And you hide in here unknown
And your mother loves your father
'Cause she's got nowhere to go

And she wonders where these dreams go
'Cause the world got in her way
What's the point ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway

They pressed their lips against you
And you love the lies that they say
And I tried so hard to reach you
But you're falling anyway

And you know I see right through you
'Cause the world gets in your way
What's the point in all this screaming
You're not listening anyway

Of the Conversation Under the Clouds
So the daily begins,as i stepped out of the Geography room after class.The routine?Studying after school.I must admit,that i did not study much.Thinking about the number of days left,i feel as if i dont have enough time left,again.But then again,i started revision way earlier than i did for the Mid Years this time round.Hopefully,something's gonna come out of it and at least show a tad bit of improvement.I dont think i can tolerate another blow of red inks on my result slip to my face once more.I started early,so i hope it gets paid off.Neednt be very well,but paid off.Im not asking for much,right?

Anyway,so i came down and saw Kareen staring into space at the tables outside the library.Apparently she was studying some Geography notes,and her "style" of studying was to read once and then stare into space.Well,interesting indeed.Haha.Anyway,i placed my bag down and went downstairs for some photocopying(That was when Mr Ng took over my seat).I came back with Mr Ng sitting in my seat,and of course he shifted for me.Haha.So while they went through Geography i was trying to figure out some math equations.Anyway,her consultation with Mr Ng was relatively brief,and afterwards Ahmad joined us for a while.He was heading home anyway,and i forced him to teach me a sum or two.We went down for a drink,and he told me about his little problem that he encountered.Dont worry too much dude.Do as i say,and see how things work out.This is not a crisis that cannot be resolved.Just try it out alright?Hope everything works out.Anyway,it started raining like mad.Puddles of water were gathering on the fields,and rain blew in from the fields and onto the grand stand.The clouds over shadowed the school as the wind continued to blow.I went back to the table to find Mrs Chua now in my seat(Yay.Is that a good position according to Feng Shui or something?Because everybody's taking my seat).Her consultation this time was long.Mrs Chua even got me involved by asking me a few questions.My mind was still on the accursed question on APGP,which in turn lead to the ignorance of her question(Sorry).

After she left,Kareen and I had a great chat.I must admit,that i dont know well.Not at all.Nothing.Well,i know she's from A2.I know she was from XinMin.I know she was from tennis,and i know that she knows JiaYing.I know,no more.Haha.Well,so we started talking and eventually went on and on.Its amazing how a conversation can just link from one topic to another,and eventually joined up into a chain of thoughts and sentences.She kept insisting me to tell jokes,which to me seemed like it has been a decade since i said those.After all,JC people tends to be a lot more conservative,and having been mixing around with girls it is hard to even say the least funny racist or dirty jokes.So there i was cracking my brains while she told me some really lame jokes that she recorded in that little black notebook of hers,with a German flag at the back.She was a "Joke Depriving Beast" i must say,with that big wet eyes staring at you everytime you say,"Hey,i know!".It is a little creepy at first,but all those were then wiped away when we laughed our heads off.Anyway,we then went on to talking about music.And she HAD to bring my little history up.

Kareen,"You just started learning guitar in the Guitar Club?"
Me,"Nah.I started learning last year when i was in SRJC."
Kareen,"You must've learnt it because you wanted to play for a girl right?"
Me,"How do you know?"
Kareen,"Every guy does that."
Me,"Haha.Oh really?Well for me,it is a long story."

So she started asking me about Rs,and she told me about her little history.The clouds continued to gather and the rain reduced to a drizzle,but ever so steadily falling on the glass plates above our heads.It was dark all around,with the lights kept off.So the two of us,with nobody around,started sharing our little secrets.Well,maybe not secrets.Its just weird how a "Hi-Bye" friend can just turn into someone to share your problems with a joke or two.Haha.

On my way home that day,it was still raining down hard.I left at 550pm,as my father was bringing the family out for dinner.As i walked down that construction site and leaping across puddles of water,I started thinking about her again.Well,i must be a great liar to fool myself in forgetting her.Yeah,i might think i forgot.I might think Ive let it go.I might,i might not.Whatever it is,i have convinced myself that i have.A Master of Deception i am.Fooled myself.

Dinner was cool.The restaurant that my father chose was top notch(It is rated the best restaurant for 2004).We ordered merely four dishes,but it was enough for me to beg for more.The desserts came,and the mango sucked.Well,it tasted like ordinary mango really.But i never liked the taste of mangos.I just dont like them.We went to Orchard to buy my sister a new handphone.She was eyeing the E700A phone from SamSung,but apparently it is out of stock everywhere.The colour that she wants anyway.As they went to the retail shop,i alone strolled along the streets of Orchard and mingled amongst the crowd.Noisy,smelly and wet was all i felt and heard when i squeezed my way to the nearest Coffee Bean.The Ice Blended White Chocolate with Coffee was actually a wrong order,but i didnt care anyway.I needed something to keep myself awake anyway.Drinking alone is fun.That's probably where the idea of "He Men Jiu"(Drinking a lonesome alcohol in chinese) came about.In my case,ice blended chocolate with coffee base.I kept thinking about how i lied to myself and stuff.Couldnt get that out of my head really.Talking about handphones,i wanted to change my initially.My dad uses his handphone a lot.In fact,he never uses the house phone unless somebody calls him through it.So basically every six months or so he gets a voucher.He actually offered that chance to me when he got it,but i gave that chance to my sister who needed a new phone more(Comon',she was using 8310 for God's sakes) than i did.We drove away home that night,emptied handed for my sister,thoughts filled for me.

I wonder if i would change my phone one day.After all,this phone that i have (6610) right now has a lot of memories.It is not necessarily stored inside anyway.Its just the fact that so many things were shown to me through the monitor of that phone that changed my life so drastically.I dont know.Its sort of like an internal struggle deep inside.Its like moving from the house you grew up in.You know its old and ran down,but there's a special feeling to the oldness of it all.

Oh yes.Rs updated her Friendster profile.Initially,there was nothing there.Just blanks and dots.Now she updated it with a full profile of herself,which included her favourite movies,books and stuff like that.Well,she wasnt on MSN when she was updating,which made me wonder if she blocked me at all.She said under the profile that she doesnt like "Fan" (Irritating) people who asks boring/stupid questions(Or something like that).Perhaps thats why she blocked me,if she did at all.I wouldnt blame her i guess.After all,i did say a lot of lame things when i talked to you.However,the last time i talked to you was way back in April,and that was the greatest conversation i ever had.Oh well,i wonder what made you change your mind.Yeah,Kareen.Maybe i AM thinking too much.Perhaps i am worrying too much as well.But i see too little,and think too much.So much so that,i dont see and think any longer,anymore.

Song of the Moment---Ride by The Vines

Of Exhaustion
This is probably one of the worst curses ever.To not be clever.Well,thats not a problem.After all,a bunch of time spent on studying and drinking brain enchancing soaps should do the trick.And as for me,i am not smart.Too lazy anyway.I cannot study at home.School then becomes my only yet unwilling option.

Ive been studying in school till 8pm almost everyday.Well,3 or 4 days a week anyway.Its no joke studying that long everyday.But it is for a good purpose,isnt it?You get good grades,you are happy,your parents are happy,your friends are happy(As long as you dont beat the jealousy driven ones),your teachers are happy,everybody then takes a happy holiday after the exams and celebrates a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Sounds simple enough.Well,Ive been studying my butt off these few days,under extreme conditions too.The extreme conditions here refers to the air conditioning in the library.Somebody must have forgot about the fact that when you press the "Down" button the temperature gets colder.Everyday's a chore for me to study in school and it is agonising.Well of course,thats if i dont study in one of the classrooms.

Studying in school is fun,in the sense that you get to talk to your friends when you are bored.Comon',you dont seriously expect yourself to study four hours straight acting like a dumb man(Dumb as in,a person who cannot speak).Also,you get a direct answer when you ask a question.Thats of course,if your partner is clever enough to answer.Cup noodles are nice,especially when you've starved the whole day.The cup noodle then becomes really friendly.Seeing the school at night is indeed a fun experience one shouldnt miss.In fact,i was officially the last student out of the school gate.I even had to help turn off the lights in the library.Go figure.

But all those,for what?Today i had a test.Maths Paper 2.Section D only.Screwed up bad.Real bad.Then the "After-Test" analysis came,and i wondered what went wrong.Well,first reason might be due to the fact that the lecturers only finished one of the topics on Monday.That's two days ago.Secondly,i havent done that tutorial.Thirdly,I only finished the tutorial before this one this morning.How am i possibly supposed to pass this test.During the test i just blanked out and felt stupid.It sucks to feel stupid,but i felt it.Oh well,all those efforts for nothing.I did all her tutorials,and whatever happened there."If you did your best,then it's okay." said my tutor.Yeah,im sure you mean that(Sarcasm detected).Im so tired,physically and mentally.Ive been waking up in the morning like a living zombie.Not to blame you mom,but couldnt you see that i *dont* want to go to school?I mean,it was written all over my face.When your son takes five minutes to open his eyes and another five minutes to start eating the food,you better take some precautionary actions other than a neck massage(Which to me,was much lesser than it seems.I couldnt feel a thing).Its so exhausted everyday.I wonder how we are supposed to do our best during the As.Ridiculous.It sucks to have all your efforts put into something,the fail in it.It just sucks the motivation right out of you,and you deflat like a balloon and eventually flatterned.Argh.My youth!Its rampaged by studies and stress.Great.All i want to do now is to scream out "Get Free" by The Vines.Awesome track.Releases all that anger that lives within.

I wanna get free.
I wanna get free.
I wanna get free.
Ride into the sun.
She never loved me.
She never loved me.
She never loved me.
So why should anyone?

Come Here,come here,come here!
I'll take a photo of you!
Come Here,come here,come here!
Drive you around the corner!
Come Here,come here,come here!
You know you really oughta,
Come Here,come here,come here!
Get out of California!

Get.
Me.
Far.
When I have alot to lose,
Save.
Me .
From.
Here!

When it's breating time
Look into your mind
Don't wait

Song of the Moment---Get Free by The Vines

Of Collateral

So as my sister fooled around with her friends at my house,my mother and i decided to go down to Bishan to catch "Collateral".It is extremely weird to see how 3 20 something year old girls can gather in one room and watch videos of their idols.I mean,you guys are 20 something.Doesnt that ring a bell?You guys are gathering for the most useless reasons i can think of.Why dont you make better use of your teenage lives?My mother commented on the car that my sister's friends "Did not look like a student from NAFA".As in,she expected students from an "Arts School" to have a certain feel to them.Like,a musician or a dancer.That feeling you get when you walk pass them on the streets.Its easy to get that feeling.I didnt believe at first until i caught a glimpse.Yeah,they just looked like society leftovers.Ok,perhaps thats a little harsh.But who cares.They cannot stop screaming and yelling next door as i speak.Just get out of the house please.

The Review of Collateral



Collateral is a classic example of how an actor can diversify from his previous typecasted roles and in turn make the movie his own.In this movie we see Tom Cruise playing the cold blooded contract killer,Vincent,threatening Max(Jamie Foxx) the cab driver at gunpoint to be his driver for that night as he goes around killing five witnesses involved in a trial that poses problems for his employer.At first,he offers Max a deal of $600 dollars to make five stops in Los Angeles.Max,due to the lure of money,accepted his deal and drove him to his destination.This friendly deal stopped when a dead body falls on top of Max's cab,apparently shot by Vincent himself.The table turns,and now Max is not only the driver,but the hostage as well.So what began as an ordinary night suddenly became a trip to hell,where he has to make weird detours to hospitals,a Jazz bar and a night club called "Fever".While Max desprately tries to escape and survive the night,Vincent is obsessed with completing his job by killing all the witnesses.

I am not familiar with Michael Mann's(Director)works.In fact,i havent watched any before.His works include "Heat","The Last of the Mohicans","The Insider" and the cult favourite "ManHunter".However,through a friend of mine i understand that Michael Mann has the tendency to go over the top with his style of filming.He tends to focus a lot more on what he can do with the camera than what he can do to this story with the camera.However,this over emphasis of style is definitely not seen in this movie.He uses very interesting camera work here,with sweeping shots from a helicopter over the Los Angeles streets,as well as extreme close up shots which are often deemed as bad cinematography.However,Michael Mann pulled it off here pretty well.What makes this movie an enjoyable one is not just because of the chases and the gunplay,but the interaction between Max and Vincent.Max is a decent cab driver,who dreams to have his own limosine company after he quits his 12 year old job.He's decent character is established when he offers a free ride for Annie(Jada Pinkett Smith),his potential love interest.Vincent on the other hand,is a cold blooded contract killer,forcing Max to pose as himself at one stage and shoots whoever thats in his way.He's fast,and he is lethal.Every part of his body seems like a form of weapon,and he will not hesitate to kill anybody in order to get his job done.

Tom Cruise proved that he can diversify his roles from that sword wielding Samurai in "The Last Samurai",or the heroic secret agent Ethan Hunt in "Mission Impossible",or that handsome and charming fighter jet piolet in "Top Gun".This is NOT his first time playing a bad guy though(Those reviewers in Singapore keeps saying that this is his first time playing a bad guy.They obviously havent watched "Interview with the Vampire").He played the evil vampire in "Interview with the Vampire".Well,to me he's also the bad guy in "Magnolia".Well,not bad to the core.But just annoying.He's acting as the bad guy clearly shines when he mercilessly shoots a couple of gangsters faster than your eyes can blink.That scene was well shot and really cool to watch.Anyway,you can see that killer look in his eyes the moment he stepped out of the building and into Max's cab.He's character remains the same throughout the movie,despite an occasional advice or two for Max on relationships as well as life.Jamie Foxx is the lead and the most surprising character in this movie.He's known for his more comedic roles than this.In this movie,he showed depth and intelligence.The movie centres around this two characters really,with Jada Pinkett Smith and Mark Ruffalo as very minor roles.However,these actors are creditable as well.

This is a real life Tom and Jerry here.A cat and mouse chase,whenever Max tries to conjure up something that might ruin Vincent's plans,or simply escape.You are deeply connected with the characters in this movie,and wonder if Max would live through the night,or what Vincent might do next with the gun.This movie is pretty unpredictable,and sends the audience to the edge of their seats begging for more.You then start to put yourself in Max's shoes,and prays for his safety.This movie is compelling because of the interaction between Max and Vincent,and is clearly why this movie stands out from the rest this year.The acting and the atmosphere created by Michael Mann clearly defines what this film is all about,and sets the standard for thrillers that is to come.Thank god this movie redeemed last week's horrendous "The Village".Worth every single penny.Highly recommended.

Ratings:8/10

[strong]Quotes of the Day:[/strong]
Max,"Hey,hey!He fell on the cab!I think he's dead."
Vincent,"Good guess."
Max,"You...you killed him?"
Vincent,"No i shot him.The bullets and the fall killed him."

Max,"I can't drive you around while you're killing folks. It ain't my job!"
Vincent,"Tonight it is."

Vincent,"Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it."
Max,"I Ching?What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window."
Vincent,"I didnt throw him.He fell."
Max,"Well what did he do to you?"
Vincent,"What?"
Max,"What did he do to you?"
Vincent,"Nothing.I only met him tonight."
Max,"You just met him once and you killed him like that?"
Vincent,"What? I should only kill people after I get to know them?"
Max,"Oh man..."
Vincent,"Max,six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy."
Max,"Well, who was he?"
Vincent,"What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?"
Max,"Yes,i know Rwanda."
Vincent,"Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max?"
Max,"What?"
Vincent,"Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit."
Max,"Man,i dont know any Rwandans."
Vincent,"You don't know the guy in the trunk, either."

Vincent,"Slow down!"
Max,"Shoot me."

Max,"How do you like being a lawyer?"
Annie,"What are you, psychic?"
Max,"Little bit. There's the dark, pin-striped suit. Elegant, not too flashy. That rules out advertising. Plus, a top-drawer briefcase that you live out of, and a purse, a Botaga. Anyway a man gets in my cab with a sword, I figure he's a sushi chef."

Vincent,"Max!I do this for a living!"

[Discussing two policemen who have pulled Max over]
Vincent," If they open that trunk, they're going inside it."

Vincent,"Hey,Homey."
---"Collateral"(2004)

[strong]Song of the Moment---[/strong]Theme from DragonHeart by Randy Edelman

Of the Apology to my Neighbours
No people,i did not take my video camera and film my neighbours.I did not sweep dirty water to their doorsteps.I did not show off my parents' car to my neighbours.I did not scold vulgarities.I merely played the same music over,and over,and over,and over again.

Lately Ive been obsessed with music by Joe Hisaishi.He's the composer of animations like Spirited Away,Princess Mononoke,My Neighbour Totoro(I think thats the name) etc.Man,he's a bloody genius!I love his music.Also other tracks from various movies are on my playlist nowadays.Cant stop listening to those tracks now,and they have been repeating over and over again.I cannot help it.The music is that good.Haha.Im going nuts listening to them.Oh,and that includes the theme to Dragon Heart by Randy Edelman.Amazing theme.Woohoo!


Quotes of the Day:
Bowen,"Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hand long after they have turned to dust."

[Bowen simply stares as Kara passionately implores him to help lead the rebellion]
Kara,"Well, what are you looking at?"
Bowen," Myself,long ago."

Draco,"When you squeeze nobility, the peasants are the ones that feel the pinch."

[Bowen is trapped in Draco's mouth.He then sees an arm stuck in the teeth and plucks it out]
Bowen,"Oh, good lord! Sir Elglemore!:
Draco,"Oh, thank you. That's been stuck down there for months. Now, would you mind getting your buttocks off my tongue?"
Bowen,"Why should you be comfortable? My armor is rusting in your drool and your breath is absolutely foul. "
Draco,"Well, what do you expect with knights rotting in my molars?"

Draco,"Who's that girl?"
Bowen,"A nuisance.Get rid of her!"
Draco,"Why?"
Bowen,"They are trying to placate you with a sacrifice!"
Draco,"Oh,now whoever gave them that bright idea?"
Bowen,"Never mind!Just get rid of her!"
Draco,"How?"
Bowen,"Eat her!"
Draco,"Oh,please!Yuck!"
Bowen,"Aren't we squeamish, you ate Sir Egglemore, hypocrite!"
Draco,"I merely chewed in self-defense, but I never swallowed."

[Bowen has just pretended to kill Draco- again]
Brother Gilbert," Well done, Bowen! You've done it again! What a brute! That's even bigger than the last one!"
Bowen,"Actually, it's about the same size."

Draco,"Strike!"
Bowen,"But you are my friend!"
Draco,"Then as a friend,strike!Please!"

Brother Gilbert,"And in the days following Draco's sacrifice, Bowen and Kara led the people in a time of justice and brotherhood. As I remember it now, those were golden years warmed by an unworldly light. And when things became the most difficult Draco's star shown more brightly for all of us who knew where to look. "
---"DragonHeart"(1996)

Song of the Moment---Merry Christmas,Mr Lawrence by Ryuichi Sakamoto

Of the Poem of Boredom

Well,i wrote this during the dreadful GP lecture period.Here we go:

Boredom is killing me,
So much so that i cannot see.
My bladder's bursting,I need to pee.
Or I might drench my pants and soak my tee.

An imaginary knife i used to stab
Myself in the stomach.Oh!What a gap!
Caught in this boredom like a fly in a web,
Shut up you immature!Oh,what a brat!

So i closed my eyes and let out a sigh,
Im just a sleepy man,a worn out guy.
I am here now,with thoughts in the sky,
Boredom!Boredom!Fly away fly!

Head is dizzy,eyes are fuzzy.
Mind is spinning,mouth is drooling.
She is talking,still not stopping.
Voices are sounding,softly killing.

Of the Letter of Spontaneity
Is it just me,or does everybody do things out of spontaneity?Some things anyway.To do things without thinking,to do things due to an impulsive behaviour.Perhaps,there is a reason to whatever you just did.Just like Joel rushing onto the opposite platform and taking the train to Montack.Subconsciously,it all seemed right.Spontanious reactions might seem stupid at times,but for some reason it all makes perfect sense when you lay it all out subconsciously.

The four consecutive days of honeymoon aka the National Days holiday,was really a resting period for me.Not that i did not do anything for my studies whatsoever,but i really spent more time sleeping than doing anything else.Staying back in school till 8pm everyday is no joke.Anyway,so Monday night at around 2am i was doing my work in front of my computer with the night light on.As some of you might know,when that light is on my room turns into a eerie yet warming atmosphere.Yeah,it is a weird choice of word to use in the same sentence,but it has that weird feeling to it.Its like a really beautiful haunted mansion.You dont really feel scared,just creepy(No one died here,mind you).The essentials for doing maths:Calculator,pen,pencil,liquid paper,notepad,guidebook,homework,an undying spirit of learning.So there i was minding my own business doing endless sums when i finally got tired of them at 230am.It might have been the time when i had that spontanious reaction within,or perhaps it was something else that motivated me to do something.

My mom has this habit of giving me waste papers with a blank page on one side,so i can put all of them together in one bunch and use them as a notepad.Save paper,and a larger space for workings.Two birds with a stone eh?I flipped to a page,and started writing a letter to Rs.Why?I dont know why.I just kept writing and writing.The guitar piece by Justin King was on repeat mode,but i didnt care really.It just played and played while i scribbled away.I wasnt quite sure what i wrote at that time.Things came into my mind and i just wrote it.I wrote the letter as if i was really going to post it out,or perhaps somebody really might read it somehow.Of course,that was not my intention.But what was my intention anyway?Spontaneity kicked in.By the time it was 3am,i had the page full of words written in pencil.It was literally filled with words and there was no place for me to sign off.It was really about how i felt at that moment,and what i wanted and needed to tell you,despite that distance i have to overcome.Perhaps things that i need to know,that was never told in full or with total honesty.Things,that might not have necessarily made sense verbally but through text,or it mightve been too personal that it couldve sent shivers down your spine when heard.All of those,were written in this spontaneous letter of mine,and until today i still have no clue why i wrote that.It didnt have an envelope,it didnt have a stamp.I didnt have a proper beginning,and never had a proper end.By the time i was done,the back of my right hand was covered by lead dust.My table and my keyboards also had those stains,which took me a while to clean off.Staring at the letter under the dim night light,it all seemed like a bunch of words mixed together and jumbled up into a page.It didnt seem much like a letter,but had a striking resemblance to my thoughts.Perhaps i should post this sometime when i am old.When i am half dead in my bed breathing from a tube.Right now,it remains in the stack of waste papers on my Woofer.I might throw it away without knowing it sometime,or i might erase the letter for more workings.Whatever it is,i wouldnt regreat.It was after all,a letter of spontaneity...

"......I dont know why im writing this for,no one is going to read it.Not you,not anyone.Perhaps only the paper and the pencil with a memory that lasts.This is the letter that i am not going to send.It shall remain where it is:In this stack of paper without it being ever sent to your mailbox.I dont deny,that perhaps subconsiously you are still around.But it hurts to realise that i do not have one in yours,and it penetrates so deep.So now i wonder,if i would ever have a reply subconsciously by you.Perhaps not,and never...

Yours Truly,

Weilien

aka The Guy No More than a Memory"

Song of the Moment---Blinded by Third Eye Blind

Of the Groupie

Definition for Groupie:
group·ie
n. Slang
1)A fan, especially a young woman, who follows a rock group around on tours.
2)An enthusiastic supporter or follower: a ballet groupie; a fashion groupie.

Yeah,i think my sister is a groupie.In fact,she is a groupie.However,instead of following a rock group she follows the "Monkey Boys".Well,i call most boybands the "Monkey Boys".They look like monkeys to me anyway.Long blonde hair(Fake,mind you),jumping around on stage and supposingly singing.Yeah,monkeys.My sister follows them everywhere.Mind you,she's 21.

When did girls' mentality evolves backwards when they hit 20?They act like 13 year old teenage girls and hops around the room whenever those monkeys appear on TV.Argues with you whenever you switch channels,scream at how cute this monkey is when she sees them on the computer screen.The computer is literally filled with garbage of pictures and videos of these monkeys.Hours and hours are spent watching their lame TV shows and downloading their videos.As for my sister,she takes pictures of them in the television.Yeah,of them in the television.I think she is crazy.Nuts.Psychotic.Her immaturity shines through everytime she talks about how cute they are.It disgusts me,and i feel like giving her a tight slap across the face and say,"Wake up." I mean,it is fine to have awful taste in songs in my reckoning.It is perfectly alright.But to be obsessed to them is just stupid and sick.

So yesterday she went out early in the morning just to queue up for a concert which starts at 6pm.What time did she head out?830am.What the hell.What a waste of time.Then she stayed overnight at a friend's house and went to cue up again from morning till night.What in the world is her screwed up brain thinking?How many idols have been stuff under your bed since you first started listening to music?First it was Jimmy Lin when you were young,then it went on to English boybands.Now you are into chinese boybands.Oh my god.They are the worst.Selling records with their looks.Just tear those fur off the monkeys' faces and the girls wouldnt like them anymore.Truthfully,ive already ran out of words to describe how disgustingly moronic my sister is when it comes to idols.Wasting time watching those lame concerts.I wonder how she would feel when she looks back on her life at 30.Nothing in her life seems to benefit her at all.Not to me and my parents anyway.What do you benefit from being obsessed with some pathetic monkeys anyway.I guess she is the "Live for the Moment" kinda person,whereby as long as you enjoy this moment of your life,nothing else matters.However,i think that one should always look ahead.When you look back at your teenage years you are not going to say,"Oh my god.My life was so fulfilling!Those little dancing boys were so cute!I benefited so much from liking them!" You are not going to say that.Sister,please wake up.You are not only wasting your bloody life away on those people but by coming home 3 hours after the promised time of return is a burden for mom.She bloody waited for you to come home because she thought a girl outside at 12am isnt save.And you come home and lock yourself in your bloody room,then surfs the net for more pictures of those pathetic monkeys.I dont get what these groupies are thinking really.And as for groupies,they have sex with these celebrities.My sister is perhaps one step away from that.Argh.Sickening.

Song of the Moment---Winter on the Hill by Justin King

Of the Eve of the Birthday
Happy Birthday Singapore,but who cares.I for one prefers to stay at home and down a bottle of Pepsi Energy Cola than to have my body come in contact with numerous other strangers at the National Stadium just to watch a couple of hundred people dressed up in odd costumes,followed by the only exciting event of the night(Fireworks),which can be viewed from my parents' bathroom window,for free.

Not that i stand in my bathtub and check out the fireworks display anyway.After all,wouldnt that be an awfully weird sight to have the whole family crammed up in the narrow bathtub to catch a view of the fireworks.I havent watched the National Day Parade in years.Not even on the television.Why?Because i find it is an utter waste of time.Like i said before,i dont like the patriotic feeling that people give me."You must love your country!Long live (Any country)!".Just shut up.You dont even know who you are celebrating for.Think about it,the "person" you are supposingly celebrating for never thanked you for whatever you did for her.Who is she anyway.Its merely a small little island surrounded by the ocean in SouthEast Asia.Its like buying a large cake for that house you just bought a year ago.I wonder if that even makes sense.A four consecutive days of holiday,im feeling kinda lazy.Especially after that week of toil i am worn out.Been sleeping all day long and eating all day long.I guess i needed and deserved it.After all,this is in fact that last break before the Prelims.Oh well,the Prelims.Scary,isnt it.I have a bad feeling about it.I always have.Am i better prepared?I guess so.Better than the Mids anyway.After all,i started two months before the actual nightmare.That's got to count for something right?

Tomorrow is the day.Where people would sing lame national day songs and wave that little flag in the air.I wonder how many people at the National Stadium truly wanted to celebrate for an imaginary thing.Just like Morpheus' question from "The Matrix"."Real.How do you define real?" We can distort that question and ask,"Country.How do you define country?".Well,who cares.Im just going to sit around and do nothing on this day.Alike last year,i wanted to watch the fireworks for free at Kallang Basin.Dismissed that idea because there would be lots of people there crowding up the fields,with picnic mats and old chattering aunties.How unromantic.Most of all,no one to bring.Yay.Im getting used to it.Festivals and occasions with my room as company.Isnt this a familiar sight?Which reminds me of the song by Blur.Haha.Here's the chorus:

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm goin blind
And i'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again...

Song of the Moment---Coffee and TV by Blur

Of the Poem I Wrote #3

Please do forgive me.I wrote this at 3am.Thank you.Haha.

The guitar i used to play,leaned silently on the wall.
The strings already rusted,a faint metallic smell,
The tears that fell,now soaked within the frets,
Where i played at C Sharp Minor,a song i so dearly dread.

So many poems i tried to write,
Mercilessly crushed and tossed aside.
Your faces were all over them,already torn apart,
Laid quietly on the floor,alongside my broken heart.

My face on the table,slapped by fears,
The blank pages laughed,which so softly pierced.
I could almost smell the old wood and the dried up tears,
Mingled amidst the soaked up paper,under my blood shot ear.

Lingering in my thoughts,the years and the memories,
No more than worthless poems and wordless stories.
Lock you up and throw away this key,
Which i should toss away,away down into this dying sea...

Of the Trip to the Village
So the day started with me rushing to school on a beautiful Friday morning for the National Day Celebration.Upon realising that i was supposed to meet the student council members outside the LTs for the collection of maps i rushed out of my house 10 minutes late.Anyway,so there i was rushing down the slope at the side of the tracks when my bag miraculously opened and spilled out my CD pouch and mostly heart wrenching object,my disman.And the bag was wide opened at that time.I wonder how that even happened.Anyway,so i rushed to the area outside the LT and collected the maps.I wasa actually late,which showed how poor the councillors showed their punctuality.Collected my map,a score card,song lyrics and went off onto the tracks.

The parade started off as usual,with students dressed in police uniforms and stuff marching pass the principals with the Singapore Flag in their hands.Ive never seen the ceremony up close.I mean,Ive seen them,but during Secondary School i usually viewed it from the second floor.Last year was viewed from the further side of the quadrangle.Anyway,the ceremony up close is hilarious.At least i thought it was.It was hard not to laugh at the seriousness the students had on their faces.Yeah,they had to be.But the way they walked was just really funny.Made them seem as if they had knee problems and were taking steps at 2 miles per minute.The funniest moment was when Lucas(One of the police guys) and the girl had to bring the flags up to the grand stand.So they made a turn,and started walking towards the stairs which were less than 6 metres away from them.They ended up taking a minute to finish that distance,then took forever to go up the stairs,and forever once more to pass the flag to the flag raisers.I bet everybody was desperately searching for new batteries to replace the old ones in them.It was public humiliation.

The school then sat on the grand stand for a brief performance.The dance club came,and they were in mini skirts and stuff.Some guys were particularly excited,while Dudley and his classmates made fun out of Evon,who was in the centre of the group.I was with them,and simply laughed alongside them.After all,its hard not to laugh when you are around Dudley.My focus really wasnt on the dances,which wasnt at all close to spectacular.My attention was mostly on the dancer at the backrow.Well,she's pretty good looking,and was in my opinion the best dancer amongst them.Yeah,instead of looking at the dance i was looking at a girl.Not very decent of me,but even Samuel looked.Ahmad even brought his camera!I guess as far as the "Pervert Scale" goes Ahmad topped it.Then it was the Drama Club performance,in which Mei Jian had a role in.Well,she sang.Again.Though i am a big fan of hers,i contained my excitement.It was all good old fun,and it was indeed an interesting way to convey a national day message.It really was.The "Bimbo" recieved a lot of "Ews" and "Yucks" from the audience,since she WAS supposed to be the bimbo.Man,she was good as one.Haha.Is it just me?Or did she walk away from the performance still walking the same way?

The Community Adventure started,and i was pretty excited for it(For some reason).The whole school was divided into 17 groups(I think),and were each asked to leave the grand stand.My class and some other classes were the last to leave.Great.That left the class anxious to leave the college,neglecting the existence of Miss Nirmala,who was asked to tag along with the class.In the end,her legs couldnt keep up with us and was left behind.We simply ran through the HDB blocks and dodged cars and dog poops to the first station.It was a station which you had to guess 5 items in the box by feeling it.Well,i didnt play that because i was talking to Nirmala on the phone.I didnt want her to find us then give us a good lecture.Irritating.The second station was far,and it wouldve been a big waste of time if we were to run all the way there.*(I typed something here initially,but deleted it because it might be the bane of our class.Therefore i removed it on my own accord.)*We got to the second checkpoint anyway,and LingFeng and I had to play.We were blinded folded and I was the "Eater" while LingFeng was the "Feeder".He basically fed me with whip creams with the instruction from the class.It tasted good really,and i couldnt get enough of it.Haha.Third station was quick,as we dashed through the streets and the carparks.We just kept running and running.It was the station called "Dress Up your Idol" or something.We had a string of instructions left to the instructin group,and we were asked to tell the material group what to prepare for our idol.Well,basically they are materials like newspapers and tissue rolls,and we were supposed to dress somebody up with these materials.Shariffah became our idol,and she was dressed up according to our instructions.Haha.It was great fun really.Third station was the one where we had to solve a puzzle to open the lock.Poor ZhuangYi was locked up and we had to free him by breaking the code on the puzzle sheets and unlocking the lock.Well,we did it pretty quickly,and thats that.Last station could not be found at first.We searched the blocks and around them but we couldnt find anybody in blue.Thankfully,as we walked down the corridors,a councellor walked pass it and was spotted by us.Pictionary was the game,and we were asked to answer questions related to Singapore,with WeiYi as the artist.Haha.Angeline and her definitely had the same frequency and Angeline answered most of the questions,despite the atrocious drawings.I mean,that was "Sentosa" you drew WeiYi?

3 puzzles after 5 games.We needed 6.Oh well,the councellors asked us to go back to school to get the complete map.We did,and got this paper with a drooling lip on it.Initially,we figured that it mustve been refering to the canteen.But we couldnt find anything there.We got back to check out the 3 pieces of puzzles,and it was a picture of a lock.Lock.Locker!We searched the lockers,but didnt find anything inside.We were dismayed,but just as i was about to give up,screams rose from the left side of the hall were the other sets of lockers were.LiuYin the great found the blue can and we rushed back to the hall.Haha.We were first in school,believe it or not.Haha.Amazing.

It was then followed by annoying national day songs.Never liked the patriotic feeling.I just think it is stupid.Like Nisah said,why are we celebrating for Singapore,a country.What IS a country anyway?Well,so the songs went on and on and threatened to go on forever.That was boring.

Well,i took a bus to Bishan MRT afterwards,where my discman and CD pouch fell out again.My bag was once again wide opened.What the hell.Nothing was stolen,so theft is ruled out.Strange enough,the zips just opened by itself.My discman is still working fine really.After hearing the news regarding the man who committed suicide at the tracks.He jumped right into a running train and it basically cut him into half.Woohoo.Ironically,Bishan MRT was initially a graveyard before they were dug up for trains.Yeah,so i got to Orchard,and there were surprisingly little school girls/boys on the streets.Too tired perhaps?Anyway,i met up with Krishna and Samuel and we watched The Village.Met Dudley and Teck Meng in the theatre,so that was great.Haha.

The Review of The Village



Ive ever been a fan of M.Night Shyamalan's work.The Sixth Sense was greatly filmed,though it didnt necessarily scare me.However,the twist was amazing.I mean,who couldve thought that he was actually...Wait,i suppose there are readers who havent watched the movie.Haha.So there,since The Sixth Sense everybody loved how M.Night Shyamalan,an initially unknown director/writer,filmed his movie.From then on,he was officially labelled as this generation's Alfred Hitchcock.His second work "UnBreakable" wasnt exactly my cup of tea.It was filmed with a dark tone,and the story moved really slowly and the suspence in the first movie cannot be seen here.Due to numerous complains about that movie,M.Night Shyamalan moved back to his favorite horror genre and made "Signs" last year,which i highly recommend.It is one of the scariest movie i have ever seen,especially with the audience i had last year,consisting the school girls who screamed their heads off.This year,they were present as well.However,they were far worse than last year's.They screamed at night.Everybody was screaming even before the movie started.Yeah,before.I mean,if you are excited,fine.But stop screaming even when the movie already started.Annoying,irritating,immature and childish Singaporeans.Simply disgusting.
Anyway,the movie started out with a bang.By bang i mean it literally.The title of the movie basically pops onto the screen with a loud boom in the sound system.Here is a brief outline of the story:

The story opens in a late 19th century village called Covington,with its inhabitants living a peaceful and enjoyable life.The village is surrounded by woods,and creatures dwelled within the woods.The elders of the village,namely William Hurt and Sigourney Weaver.William Hurt is the father of Ivy(Bryce Dallas Howard,director Ron Howard's daughter),and Sigourney Weaver as Lucious'(Joaquin Phoenix) mother.William Hurt has a son called Noah,a retarded man played by Oscar Winner Adrien Brody(My idol).The town was peaceful,until Lucious accidentally ventured into the woods while he was painting the tree trucks on the perimeter of the woods.From then on,dead corpses of animals were found in the village,skinned.Signs were seen on the doors,marked with the color red.

The acting is solid,with Bryce Dallas Howard's character being the female lead,she was astounding.Despite being a newcomer,she pulled off her role brilliantly and it was definitely an solid effort on her part.And as for the others,they gave perfect supporting roles in the movie.Adrien Brody was amazing as the retarded man in the village,and he showed himself as one who definitely deserved his Oscar for his role from "The Pianist".

The direction was great,with M.Night Shyamalan's trademark written all over.The cinematography resembles that of Hitchcock's,and every camera moves were heart pounding.He has the ability to make ordinary everyday objects seem scary.A hanging lamp,a chair or a keyhole.Amazing director.He definitely has the potential to become a great director,and he already is in Hollywood.

Now comes the bad parts.The story was weak.Very weak.It dragged throughout the movie.And if you think you are going to head to the theatres expecting yourself to be freaked out,think again.The movie was scary at the weakest level.Its what ZaoYi would like to call,a "Cheap Scare".The story dragged on so bad at the beginning,that i was begging to be scared.Then when the creatures entered the village,i had high hopes until the sequence ended in 5 minutes.The scene where Ivy reaches out into the darkness was perfectly filmed.However,we ask ourselves.So what?The creature had some scary moments,which i shall not spoil here.However,if you've watched the trailers it wouldve spoiled it for you.It showed almost every frightening thing in the movie that its not scary at all.The movie was not tensed,not frightening,remotely interesting at parts.M.Night Shyamalan had three twists in this movie,and they were all weak.The first two were predictable really.I myself predicted the second twist.I hated the fact that the directed revealed the truth,then covered it back up,then revealed it again.You'd know what i mean by that.We are set to believe a certain thing,then was utterly smacked in the face with the truth.Fine,the story goes on and it goes back to the beginning where we were forced to believe what the director shows us,then smacked up again.Instead of having one big twist in The Sixth Sense,this one had three.Three utterly weak ones.

The design of the monster was pretty bad.It resembled a Nazgul in red.The sound it made was scary,but nothing more than sudden movements that made people jump in our seats.Cheap scares again.The story kept dragging even at its so called climax,and i got bored to tears.The supposingly big twist at the end requires somebody with an opened mind to accept it.I read the ending already before i watched the movie.Well,it was online half a year ago.When i read it,i thought,"This is too stupid to be an ending."I never thought M.Night Shyamalan actually used that ending as the real one.It was totally stupid and utterly bad.Perhaps the real big twist is the fact that the movie was a real disappointment and its stupidity.So is this movie a romance movie or a thriller?Nobody can really tell,because at the end of the day neither of the elements suited the movie well.It was an utter waste of money,and everyone should save up their money for "Collateral" starring Tom Cruise and Jamie Foxx starting next week.Pass on this so called "Summer Blockbuster" and move on.Dont believe the reviewers on Singapore newspapers.They are not trustworthy.Yes,the film was artistic.It was M.Night Shyamalan at his peak with his style of filming,but it was stupid.Really stupid.Shyamalan,please just stop writing and stick to filming.This movie was a disappointment and an bad ending to a day.

Ratings:4.5/10

Of Simplicity and Typicality
After having a conversation with Ahmad concerning girls,i find that we might be freaks deep inside indeed.

I wonder what normal teenagers would admire in a member of the opposite sex.The look in her eyes,the brush of her beautiful long hair,how revealing her little white tank top is,or how short her skirt is.I dont know,there are perverts out there you know(Self-Proclaimed or Publically Known).Whatever it is,girls nowadays seem so typical.They all look the same.I wonder if there is a hidden factory hidden in the midst of Bukit Timah Hill where they manufacture good looking girls.They all seem the same to me nowadays,and an excess of anything is not good(Never doubt an Economic student).This factory definitely has a machine to produce attractive girls capable of making guys drool every second.I mean,what other possible explaination can you come up with?When a bunch (Or clique) of them walk shoulder to shoulder in school i can hardly tell them apart.They look like clones to me.Isnt that eerie and creepy.Just take a look at the girls from A5 and you would understand me.3 or 4 of them has almost identical hairstyles.Go figure.

We came to a conclusion that those girls that we find attractive in terms of looks,and not so attractive anymore.Weird.Arent teenagers like us supposed to like girls like that?Hairband with sparkles upon it,then the pink/white bag and that Adidas shoes.Bright dyed hair with the stype specially fixed by professionals.Multi colored hair clips finished with glitter on top.Badges pinned to their bags requesting you to "Buzz Off" or calling themselves a "Bitch".Mind you,i am not describing anybody in particular.Everybody just looks the same to me now.Its making me sick.Mr NKT introduced a slide to us through PowerPoint today.He was talking about past climates in hot deserts,and evidences of a wetter climate in the past.A "X-Ray" photograph taken from a space station shows complexed water networks beneath the surface of the desert.Perhaps i have that kind of X-Ray vision.I feel as if i am seeing everything BUT the looks nowadays.Weird huh.I wonder if there's anything wrong with me.Or with Ahmad.With us.A girl previously deeded attractive be me now seems remotely good looking.She is relatively cute,she is relatively pretty,however i dont see the "X" factor anymore.*Starts rubbing his eyes furiously.ZhuangYi Style.*I guess i am just seeing things more clearly now.It sucks to not have a common taste as everybody i guess.But then again,less competition?Haha.Bimbotic might be the word to describe most girls i see around my school,and i find it disturbing really.Someone should bomb that factory.Why cant people start having their own styles,instead of following each other.Everybody looks the same.There was this once when i went to the food court at the basement of Takashimaya,and saw a row of girls with rebonded hair and tank tops plus jeans,and they didnt know each other.I know there are twins and triplets,but never a mother that productive.So there i was wondering where the trend started.

Simplicity is everything.That is my motto.That is what i pledge to.I mean,its true isnt it.A shirt with words all over the place wouldnt look as nice as compared to another with a single phrase across the chest.A woman with tonnes of makeups on her face pales in comparison with one with minimal makeup.Natural and simple.Bliss.I dont need pink/white bags,adidas shoes,hair clips,cleavage,buttocks,boobs(Or as Dudley prefers,Mammary Glands)to have me on my knees and grabbing your ankle.After all,those are merely the layers of an onion,with nothing left after its peeled.Of course,im not saying every female that fits that description is a hyper-active empty-skulled bird brain.All im saying is that everyone should return to simplicity.That's when maths really comes into good use.Simplify the terms into the form of Ax+P.'A' refers to the person itself,where "x" is the X factor one possesses,and P refers to the personality.I guess,that is enough to rival the attack of the "Factory By-Products".The Attack of the Clones."Pink" Wars.

Song of the Moment---Silhouettes by Smile Empty Soul

Of SleepWalking and SleepWalkers
Caution!Random thoughts!

Definition:
sleep·walk
intr.v. sleep·walked, sleep·walk·ing, sleep·walks
v : walk in one's sleep

Creepy isnt it?SleepWalking.I mean,you never know where you'd end up.You might end up in the toilet with your head in the toilet bowl.You might end up in the kitchen with half your breakfast already done.You might end up at the side of the road at 4am with no cars on the road.You might end up on a bus in your pajamas and allowing the bus to take you to anywhere.

Personally,Ive never sleepwalked.At least my mom never told me about it,and i never realised it.But i had a dream last night,where the lift broke down and i had to jump off my balcony with nothing but my umbrella.What if i sleepwalked during that dream?Isnt that scary.I could wake up in the middle of the night on the ledge and not knowing it.But then again,i never sleepwalked.I hope i never sleepwalk.It is a creepy thought indeed.

The lyrics above are from The WallFlowers' song.Its called "SleepWalkers",and i found that part of the song particularly meaningful.Fine,maybe its not.But to me it is inspiring in a way.Imagine we are all SleepWalkers,and we are able to sleepwalk in our dreams at night.Just imagine a scene from "The Night of the Living Dead" when all the zombies crawls out of their tombs and haunts the city.Well,instead of zombies you get us.Instead of tombs you get beds.Instead of haunting the city you get people wandering around the streets aimlessly in a daze.In a dream.Sleepwalking.I wish i could sleepwalk into somebody's dream.I mean,wouldnt that be a whole new different adventure of a sort?Its a totally different medium from where we live in,and for some reason it seems like an adventure to me.If i SleepWalk into Samuel's mind right now,it might be filled with Sumo wrestlers practising Judo on top of his textbooks and notes.And most importantly,comics.If i walk into my father's dream i might see cheques and notes walking about and shouting out to each other in monetary terms.Hmm.Or perhaps Corinna's dream where everybody's shorter than her and she starts calling me a "Little Boy"(I had to do it.I had to do it!)Well,a dream is a dream,and its interesting to visit.Wonder how it would be like to stray into her dreams.

Just like the lyrics,straying into your dreams as a SleepWalker might just be the best thing in the world.I get to know what you are thinking and what you are dreaming about.And being in your head is like being in your movie,where the script is already written for me to follow,and i am the amateur actor trying hard to impress.I try and try as i performed my best scene upon the stage in your head,but you never bothered to watch.I could hear you laughing,i could hear your giggling.But they are no more than a laugh track played over and over after every move that i made.After a while,my so called "Best Scene" doesnt matter to you anymore.Because whatever you saw or heard is no more than a fake laughter and an artificial giggle.

Definition:
Laugh Track
Recorded laughter added to a soundtrack, as of a television or radio show.

Yeah,those laughters you hear during sitcoms and television shows.Some jokes are just not funny to the audience,but we are supposed to laugh.So normally the producers of the shows would add the so called "Laugh Tracks" to the soundtrack itself.

As i strayed into your dreams,my best scene was performed and no one gave a shit.So i left your dream and seized to be a sleepwalker anymore.I sleep alone at night,without myself climbing out of bed,without myself straying into dreams,without myself going back to bed with no knowledge of what i just did.My mind remains blank at night,and even in the day.And all those happens subconscienciously.I find myself a much more boring person without myself thinking about you.I find myself a much more incomplete person when i dont bother about you,or burden myself with thoughts and regrets.It might be the best thing to do,it might be the best way to walk.But for some reason those lack of regrets and thoughts are making my dreams blank at night.And as i stray into my own dreams at night as my own sleepwalker i get scared of the emptiness and nothingness of the world amidst my mind.

If you are the SleepWalker,what would you see?

SleepWalking,what a scary thing.I might just sleepwalk onto the road.I might just sleepwalk onto the ledge.I might just sleepwalk into my nightmare.But does anybody care?

I'm in your movie and everyone looks sad.
But i can hear you, your voice, the laughtrack.
But you never saw my best scene,
The one where i sleep,
Sleepwalk into your dreams...
---"SleepWalker" by The WallFlowers