The Day I Went For TalentQuest '06

It was a good day. Woke up at 9 plus 10 and waited at home for Marcus till bout 1 to practise The Reason. Yes, we did that dratted song for the auditions later in the noon a'capella (meaning no instrumental accompaniment) at the god-forsaken PartyWorld KTV along Shenton Way. It turned out so much better than expected. We should have kept it that way all along. Sigh...

Oh yes, and my solo was oh-so-close to perfect. So close. But it was good nonetheless. Wowza! :D

And I have finally gotten over the mental hindrance of thinking that I'm imperfect. Hell, everyone is. I may not be the best looking guy there is, neither am I the tallest. But God is fair innit? He gave me a voice. Hey, I'm glad I can walk and see and hear! What more can I ask for?

So I'd like to urge those out there who are perpetually dissatisfied with your lives to take a moment and sit down to reflect on how lucky you are even though it may seem that you lack in so many things. You have so much that you just don't notice how fortunate you are. Be grateful.

PS: I'll update stuff bout my camp and trip asap, once I've settled all the pics and stuff. Sorry bout the delay...

The Day I Come Back From Australia

I'm back. Will update bout my camp and my Australian trip soon. Right after Christmas.
Oh yes, and by the way...




















MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL!!!

The Day I Leave SYC And Head For Australia

Today's the last day I'm spending at the Sunburst Youth Camp (SYC) and also the day I'm heading off to Australia. Feeling pretty sad right now as I'm typing this entry at the RELC's cyber cafe.

Will have more updates when I get back to Singapore. Ciao for now.

The Day I Talk About Stupid Computers

My computer's really getting on my nerves. I'm guessing there's this unreachable bug or something that my antivirus and antispyware can't find. Stupid stupid stupid stupid. Aaaargh...

Sorry bout this random post. I'm just so pissed.

By the way, you guys should really check out the Young Avengers. I just got my hands on the Premier Edition trade paperback of their first 6 issues today. Am now poorer by $30 but it's so worth it. It's written by Allan Heinberg, writer and producer of The O.C. and has worked on shows like Gilmore Girls and Sex in the City. It's really really good. Loved the plot and the characters.

Gotta go pack now. Cya...

The Day I Talk About Superfunkies

Omygawd I appeared on Superfunkies.

Stupid show. Stupid me. Urgh.
I can't go out tomorrow already. Sooo embarassing...

The Day I Talk About Countdown 2006

UPDATE:
I will be performing 'Live' at the Marina Bay Countdown Party on the 31st of December. Please come down to give me support and HAVE FUN at the same time! See ya there! :D

The Day I Went To The Movies

Sorry for the lack of updates. Here they are. Hehe...

Tuesday
I had a wonderful day. Went out with Cheryl and we had a really great time. I also caught a late night movie The Exorcism of Emily Rose with her. I must say, the movie was both creepifying and informative. Reminded me that I had to be strong in my faith. Let's just hope God does not subject me to demon possession. *shivers*

Wednesday
I went for Chicken Little with Joeyee in the morning. In the evening, Marcus and I performed for Mrs Ho's farewell concert. It went very well and I thought it was a pretty successful performance. That was pretty much how I spent my day.

PS:
Today's the celebration of my blog's 1-year Birthday! Woo hoo!!!

The Day I Talk About School Holidays

School holidays suck.
They should be cancelled completely.
I'd rather haev school.

I'm completely aimless and listless. I really have to start a study plan.
It was such a boring day.
I missed dance practise (many apologies) and went an hour too early to the airport to pick up my grandpa.

Urk...

The Day I Talk About Drug Smuggling

(Note: This post is not targeted at any Australian official or government agency. It is merely a viewpoint of a 17-year-old. Reader discretion is advised.)

In the recent case of the planned execution for Australian national, Nguyen Tuong Van, by the Singaporean Government, there have been campaigns in Australia fighting to prevent it. As seen in the recent news reports by several papers, after their repeated pleas for clemency have been turned down, the Australian Government is considering an appeal to the International Court of Justice (ICJ).

As far as I know, the opposition parties in Australia have gone to the extent of urging their governtment bodies to have trade sanctions against Singapore, as well as use SIA's desire to fly between Australia and the US as a bargaining chip. Australian PM John Howard was quoted saying, "The Singapore Government should not imagine that this issue is going unnoticed in Australia."

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Let us have a quick recap of Australia's history of racism towards Asians (in general):

This is an excerpt from Pauline Hanson's speech made in the federal parliament on Tuesday, 10th September, 1996:

"Immigration and multiculturalism are issues that this government is trying to address, but for far too long ordinary Australians have been kept out of any debate by the major parties. I and most Australians want our immigration policy radically reviewed and that of multiculturalism abolished. I believe we are in danger of being swamped by Asians. Between 1984 and 1995, 40 % of all migrants coming into this country were of Asian origin. They have their own culture and religion, form ghettos and do not assimilate."

Here's a report by Kevin M. Dunn on Racism in Australia: http://www.anu.edu.au/NEC/dunn_paper.pdf

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Now, let's get back to the case we have in Singapore. Under the Singapore Statutes, Cap. 185, the "Misuse Of Drugs" Act, the death penalty is mandatory.

I feel that what the opposition side of the Australian government is doing now is just to fight for the plight of Australians, not for Nguyen. Opposition foreign affairs spokesman Kevin Rudd claims that Singapore has treated Australia "with contempt" because Nguyen was only allowed to see his mother through a glass partition while being held in jail. However, it is known that every prisoner in Singapore is only allowed visitation behind glass partitions, should they be Singaporean or non-Singaporean; There are no known exceptions.

Flights to Singapore clearly announce that drug traffiking in or through the country will result in the carrying out of the death penalty. Therefore, I feel that the Australian parties opposing the death penalty have no right in objecting in the decisions made over the execution. The sob-fest behind Nguyen's smuggling may be moving, but laws are laws.

If you choose to smuggle drugs through a country that has a death penalty against a crime like that, then don't smuggle if you don't want to die.

And that's my prerogative.

The Day I Officially Start My Holidays

Well, AO Maths is over. And my holidays have officially started!!!

After school today, I had a one-on-one outing with my best bud in school, Suku (aka Shaun)! It was also the first time I visited his "crib" at Chiltern Park. Small it may be, but it's cosy. I liked it. Oh yes, I saw his sis too! It was so embaressing cos I kept calling her "Sarah" when her name was actually "Sharon". Shoot me...

The 2 of us caught Harry Potter & The Goblet Of Fire today at Lido. Overall, I thought the movie captured the main gist of the book, eliminating all the not-so-important details from the novel. And I applaud the producers for being able to condense the 8-chapter long Triwizard Tournament to an approximately 5 minute segment in the 2 and a half hour long movie.

Another plus for me was a new haircut! I've completely shed my "nerdy" image for a brand new "punk" look! So hot! I loooove my new hairstyle!

Ooops. Blonde moment.

The Day Before My LAst AO Maths Paper

The whole Mrs Ho's farewell concert thing is getting on my nerves. I've just been slammed by a teacher (shan't state any names, in case I get into any legal/academic trouble) for a wrong song choice. I mean, ok, it's a rather irrelavant song, but you don't have to bloody slam me! Sodding cow...

So now, I gotta get a new song for the performance. AAAAAAAAAARRRGH!!!

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 10

Ding!

The door-bell chimed. Tessa stood outside, waiting eagerly for the door to open. Just then, it swung inwards and revealed a topless Blake. She just stared wide-eyed: His abs were beautifully ripped, and his pecs were firm and sculpted. "So, you gonna come in?"

Bleargh. Tessa blushed, and she made her way into the house. Wow, it's a big house for someone who stays alone. Hmm. "So, was it difficult to find your way here?"

"Nah, it was ok."

"Haha ok... Wanna come take a look at my room?"

Oooh. His room? "Sure!"

The two of them stepped into a room with white walls. There was Queen-sized bed covered in plain, azure blue bedsheets. Tessa also noticed a faint whiff of Dettol. Hmmm. Cleanliness freak eh? "Like it?" Blake inquired. "Yeah. Nice, and, erm, plain."

"Well, that's the way I like it."

He shut the door behind him, and Tessa heard a faint click. The door was locked. Face flushing, she asked, "Oh, er, so do you wanna go out and have coffee or something?"

"I was thinking maybe we could stay here."

Her eyes widened. "Here?"

"Yes. Here." Flicking his hair back, he inched closer towards Tessa, so close that Tessa could smell his sweet, minty breath.

The Day I Took My 1st AO Maths Paper

BAD. Major bad.

It was tough.

I'm praying fervently that the 2nd paper would be easier... Or else... Let's not even go there.

The Day I Served A High Mass At The Cathedral Of The Good Shepard

I woke up at 7 and got ready to go down to The Cathedral of the Good Shepard (TCGS) to help Jevon serve a high mass. For those who don't know, TCGS is located opposite C.H.I.J.M.E.S in City Hall. I arrived there at about 8 but he wasn't there yet, so in the end I had a really lonely breakfast at MacDonalds.


The small garden in the back of TCGS

At 9, I met Jev and he briefed me about the mass. And that was when I found out that there were only 5 people serving the mass. I mean, in St Berns, we utilize all the servers, which is about at least 20 people in strength. And then we have 5.

Anyway, it was a successful mass. The Archbishop was there, and there was some knighting of the Maltars or something like that. It was hot and humid, but I felt good. Maybe I'll go down and help them out more often. They look like they really need some extra help.

Anyways, so after the mass, I went for my dad's colleague's baby's shower, or what the chinese call "man yue". The baby boy's so cute!!!


The baby boy

Then I went for my acupuncture session again. It was a 2 hour wait before my turn came. Then the excruciating pain followed.

I need to sleep.

The Day We Celebrate Shaun's Birthday (Part II)

The party was supposed to start at 5.30, but as usual, most of our classmates arrived fashionably late. Only Sean and Shi Yun were on time. In the end, we started the party at around 7.

We had the birthday clebration for both Shaun and Melissa. Hope you guys had fun.

Here are some pics:


The party


Shaun

After cleaning up, it was around mid-night. Many thanks to Kia Pei, Mei Feng and Sean for accompanying me in cleaning up.

The Day We Celebrate Shaun's Birthday (Part 1)

Today's Shaun's Birthday!

Well, it's actually tomorrow, but we're celebrating it for him today. And guess where we're throwing the party for him? My place!

I'm so tired from preparing the food now, so I've decided to give an update about my day so far. I had math tuition this morning from 9 till about 11 plus, then it was time to attack the towgays. Spent about 3 hours "unrooting" the vegetable(s). Now my fingers smell of towgay... Eeew...


The friggin towgay's

After towgay-ing, I gave my rabbit a shower. Isn't he so adorable?


Forrest getting mentally prepared


Forrest struggling


Forrest drying himself


Forrest sun-tanning

Shall have more updates after the party...

The Day I Bought Clothes

Ok, you guys know how "often" I actually go shopping for clothes, and how horrible my wardrobe is. So yeah, I went shopping yesterday. With Taylor/Ian/whatever-name-he-goes-by-nowadays.

After 3 hours of math tuition, I got down to Orchard, where I bumped into Esther and Yuxi (surprise surprise). Then I followed them to Lido, where I met Brenda! Haven't seen her in awhile.

At about 4 o'clock, roughly an hour after out supposed meeting time, Taylor finally showed up. He's always fashionably late, so I'm not going to make a big deal out of it. We met at Topshop, after which we headed towards Heerens to look at stuff. After leaving Heerens, we went on to Takashimaya's Zara, where there wasn't anything I wanted. So we left, and got to Tangs, where I tried on a tight-fitting low-v-neck. It was completely un-Justin I tell you.

I didn't get it in the end.

After Tangs, we headed over to Topman at Wisma, where we first met. I felt incredibly stupid; We should have gone there first. Anyway, we didn't get anything from there either so it was off to Zara (Wheelock Place).

Tammi met me there (yes, Taylor was still around) and I got a nice singlet in the end.

Fast forward to night, after I got home, I had a big quarrel with Taylor. Loong story. *sigh* Oh well... I guess I shoulda listened to my horoscope yesterday...

The Day I Completed PW

It's over!!!

Thank God! It's finally over... No more PW! Surprisingly, Ms LP, one of the assessors at my group's presentation today, kept her trap shut throughout the whole course of the project. I should have gone to buy 4D I tell you. It's a fucking miracle.

Anyways, the whole presentation went pretty smoothly. *phew*

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 9

(Three months ago...)

Blake lay down on the bed with his legs spread apart, as the man squirted lube into his asshole. It was cold. Then he closed his eyes, feeling something big and uncomfortable enter him through his rectum. His butt felt like a it was bursting. Moaning painfully, he grabbed the man's big arms tightly.

He didn't want to see any of this...

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Tessa receive a call on her new mobile phone.

"Hey, it's me. You free now?"

Wow. She hadn't expected him remember her, much less bother to call. "Yeah I am. Wassup?" "Well, I was wondering if you wanna come over?"

It was a warm Saturday afternoon. And from the sounds of it, it was about to get warmer. Her face flushed in anticipation as she replied, "I'd love to. Where's your address?"

The Day I Talk About Loving Relationships

Went out for lunch with my grandparents, my aunt, my second uncle + his wife, and my parents yesterday at Liang Court. After lunch, we went for coffee at the ground level Starbucks. Now, there I saw my grandparents publicly display their affections for each other (note: my grandma is silghtly senile). It was sooo adorable!


The old folks sharing a drink. Awwww...

Post-Starbucks, I went for the Novena with my mum. At about 6, I left for Joel/Joey/Felix/whatever-name-he-goes-by-today's 16th birthday party. It was pretty boring, considering that almost everyone there was underaged (underaged = below 16). But I had a good time catching up with the birthday boy anyways.

Today was the last day I had lessons with my K2s. They will be going on to Primary 1 next year. *sobs* Here are some pictures of the little angels/devils.


Food!


More food!


Queing for some more food....


He's got his chips!


The final closing prayer...

After that, there was the Christmas peagant rehearsals till 2. Then I went for my second session of acupuncture therapy.


Needle on my hand. Slightly ouch-ing.

The Day I Talk About Gym Etiquette

Let's get down to serious business. I was at the Bishan gym this afternoon to lift some weights and I met with some of the most impolite gym-users I've met so far in my course of gym visitation. After doing some weights for my triceps, biceps and shoulders, I proceeded to the assited bench press for my chest exercises.

The guy there had been using it for about the past 15 minutes (the limit for each user is 20 minutes per machine), so I asked in my most courteous tone if I could share the machine with him while he was taking a break stretching by the side of the machine. He just looked at me, grunting a really muffled "another two more sets" and he continued to do his bench presses. At this point, I was just slightly annoyed with his attitude. But he was gone soon enough. Thank God.

Just as I ws doing my first set of presses, these two really large beefcakes came over and asked me if we could share. It was extremely bad timing I tell you. I was doing 30kg, so it was quite an arduous task for me to respond and hold my weights at the same time. The bloody weight fell onto my neck and crushed my windpipe, and blood gushed all over the place. I died instantly.

KIDDING.

It might as well have happened that way; It almost did, anyway. So after one set, I decided to let the two Mr Beefcakes have their go on the machine. And that was the last time I did my bench presses. Those two practically hogged the machine from the moment I let them go on it. ASSWIPES. Grrrr.... Completely ungentlemanly. That's why I hate public gyms so much. They've only got one of each of every machine.

Maybe I should sign up with a club once I turn 18 next year. Hmmm.

Moral of the story? Don't ever be intimidated by beefcakes. That is, unless they threaten to kill you.







PS: Something fun here


Death, the second of The Endless, you are
responsible for ending all lives and taking
them to your realm, from which no one ever
returns. You are bright, positive, happy,
optimistic and enjoy everything about life, but
that does not mean your silly or stupid. You
can lay the smack down when you have to!
Everyone loves you, and they don't know why.

The Day I Spent The Hari Raya Holidays At Home

Today was a boring day.

I stayed at home to practise my maths.

Did the laundry.

Was alone until 6.30 cos Mum and Dad took a day trip to Malaysia.

Went out for dinner at Serangoon Gardens. Ate fish & chips and had a big mug of sugarcane juice. Mmmmmm....

Brought the gifts from my Malaysian relatives to my aunt's place: sugarcane (fresh sticks, not the juice), bananas, tapioca leaves and otak. A heavy lot.

That was pretty much a condensed version of my oh-so-boring-and-not-very-interesting day.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 8

(Three months later...)

Tessa's eyes widened in both shock and disbelief. It was not possible. She let out a soft gasp as she slunk onto the basin, tears filling her eyes to the brim. She was overwhelmed by the insurgance of emotions. The pregnancy test kit dropped onto the floor, revealing a faint sky-blue "plus" sign.

She was pregnant.

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Blake sat in the waiting room, his heart in his mouth. Why did it take so long? He shouldn't have done it. It wasn't worth the money. And it might have costed him the rest of his life. The door to the doctor's consultation room swung open and the doctor poked his head out, "Blake Ho. Is Blake Ho here?"

"Yes I am he."

"Please come in"

Blake stood up nervously and entered the consultation room. He took in a deep breath as he took a seat next to the doctor's table. "Blake, your test results are out." The doctor handed him a slip of white paper and continued, "I'm sorry, but you're positive." Blake just sat there, shocked. He felt a sharp jab of sourness in his nose and his eyes became wet. Then it all came out and he just bawled. And bawled.

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"Hello? Blake?"

"Y-yes?"

"I've got erm, something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I'm pregnant. And it's definitely yours."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I'm pregnant. When are you going to come and see me?"

The Day I Talk About Death

Today is the day all Christians celebrate "All Souls Day". It is the day where we remember our dearly departed and the ones we have laid to rest. Death is just a part of life. We transition through birth, life, and the eventual death.

But hey, death is a peaceful thing. At the very least, when you're legally dead, nobody can sue you. And nobody's gonna bother you when you're six feet under.

Now, the thing that I don't understand is, on one hand, we have people battling death daily, while on another, there are those who choose to end their lives. I'm not going to talk about morality here cos it's too subjective. But what I wanna talk about here is the irony of life and death.

Oh well, the post ends here I guess, lest I become too controversial.
Till tomorrow, auf wiedersehn. :)

The Day I Add Another Chapter To My Story

Haven't been adding chapters, so here goes.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 7

Blake's mobile phone vibrated violently and screeched a horrible chorus from a techno dance anthem. Fishing it out of his pocket, he saw that it flashed "Private Number" while continuing to vibrate and ring unfashionably.

"Hey. Who's this?"

"It's me."

Tessa was fumbling over the phone. She didn't know what to say and what not to say; It felt incredibly awkward. Her face flushed scarlet, but luckily for her, Blake wasn't around to see it.

"Erm, I just called to say hi. Haha... You busy or something?"
"Nope."
"Ah. Ok. Well, er, talk to you some other time I guess."

- click -

And she hung up the phone. That was bad.

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"Who was that?" The guy seated next to Blake asked. They were in a hotel room, seated by the edge of a queen-sized bed. The man rubbed his hand on Blake's thigh. Blake laughed and leaned in close to the guy and he said, "Nobody."

The man pulled Blake close and covered his lips against his.

This had better be worth it.

The Day I Talk About Somebody

My PW group members just left. I feel so lost. And confused. It's been an age since I felt this. It's not like I've being evil my whole life, or like I've been doing the wrong things. Sometimes, secrets can kill you, y'know?

My mum's being a bitch about my results. Ok, so it's my fault. But I tried. I did study very hard. She doesn't seem to get it though. It's always my fault. Fine. Blame me.
My dad, well, he's also being a bitch. I'm trying my best to give you guys nice results to see, but you all insist that it's the end of the world, y'know? It's only the fucking promos, for God's sakes.

It's times like this I really really hate myself.
I want to escape from this life of mine and have another one. One where I at least have siblings who my parents can fuss on. I'm old enough, and I hope they can understand that the tighter they hold me, the faster I suffocate.

I'm blabbering again.

Everytime you look at me,
You don't see me.
Everytime you talk to me,
You don't hear me.
Everytime you smile at me,
You're smiling not because I'm there.
Everytime you leave me,
You leave me lost.

Do I believe?

I don't know.

The Day I Went Out With Kenny

Spent the day with Kenny at Orchard and had a good time. We had lunch at Cine, where I bumped into a few of my ex-CHS schoolmates (the friendly ones). After that, the two of us met up with Rapheal and a couple of his CJ friends. Then at bout 3, Kenny and I went to K-Box and had a rip-roaring good time blasting our lungs out.

Had hokkien mee at the Wisma food court again. Super dee duper good.

Just got home. I feel weird around my parents. Maybe it's cos they're still pissed at me for getting poor results, I dunno. *sigh* It sucks when I'm the only child la. Oh well...

The Day I Talk About My Results Slip

It's officially C-O-O now. No more D-O-O. Well, at least it's an improvement. Got the results slip back on Friday and felt pretty sad. Thank God for my classmates. I dunno what I'd do without them...

After hanging out with Sean, Tam, Kia Puay, Kitson, Mervy, Joon Yee, Brenda, Esther and Yuxi for lunch, I went to Orchard to meet Kenny. It was a brief meeting, but he made me feel better.

Yesterday was pretty much a boring day. Nothing to write about.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 6

It was Friday night, family dinner night. Tessa had prepared the dishes when her dad got home from work. The man was always busy with his work, and Friday nights were the only time of the week they could actually have dinner together.Tessa's mum had passed away from cancer when she was at the tender age of five, leaving her to be brought up by her father. He chose not to re-marry, much to Tessa's delight; She didn't know if she could handle a step-parent.

"How was your day dear?" her father asked. "It went pretty ok. I wish school would start soon though. Holidays are such a bore." Tessa scooped a spoonful of rice and fish and put it in her mouth. Mmmm... The fish tasted good today. "Why don't you go get a job? You know, take your mind off the boredom and at the same time earn some pocket money of your own."

"I dunno. Maybe I will." She smiled, picking some vegetables for her father. It was always so enjoyable to have dinner with daddy. Every time she looked her father in the eyes, she would feel an incredible sense of gratitude for him. He had been the one looking out for her, taking care of her all these years since mummy passed away. Moreover, he was her only relative.

After dinner, Tessa did the dishes while her dad went for a shower and went back to her room. Her mind was still racing from the day's events. Should she call him or not? She sat on her bed, looking at the slip of paper with the number written on it. After much deliberation, she picked up her phone, and dialled.

The Day I Find Out The Worth Of My Blog (So Far)

Here's something cute. My blog's worth $2822.70 so far. That's not much, but it's something... Haha!

My blog is worth $2,822.70.
How much is your blog worth?

The Day I Talk About Homophobia

This is so sad. I got it off Gloria's blog. Thanks Glor :)

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.

I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn抰 have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

(Please feel free to comment if you think homophobia is wrong)

The Day I Talk About My Story

Ok, for those who actually read my story, it's going to be centred around Tessa, a 18-year-old chick. She's pretty much like any other 18-year-old, but she's got a few secrets of her own. Blake and several other sub-characters will be introduced further into the story, so if you're interested, stay tuned. Here's a new chapter from The Yet Un-Named Story.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 5

The water fell onto her face. It was warm and refreshing. Tessa squeezed some shampoo and ran it between her palms until it became a smooth lather. Brushing it through her hair, she made sure that every inch of her raven bush was covered in thick white foam. The day was weird. She'd just got home from a random encounter with a very mysterious stranger. It ended quite abruptly, but she couldn't stop thinking about him.

It was mystifying. That guy, Blake, had a funny secret that Tessa just couldn't comprehend. But sometimes, some things are better left secret, she told herself. You can't un-hear certain things y'know. Blake had left his number with her. She could call him. Thing is, she didn't know if she should.

After drying herself, she made herself comfortable in her loose Hard Rock Cafe (London) t-shirt and sat on her bed. She unfolded the piece of paper and re-read the numbers written on it even though she had already memorized it. Closing her eyes and lying down, she visualized him beside her, holding her.

Tessa had a crush!

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Blake picked up his phone and dialed the familiar eight numbers.
"Hey, babe."

"Hey babe? Don't you hey babe me! You muthafuckin' asshole!"
"Babe, you made me wait for you for three fuckin' hours."
"You didn't give me a chance to explain! So go fuck yourself! You shouted at me..."
"Babe..."

The speaker on the other side sighed. "Look, I got some more money today."

"You did?"
"That's why I couldn't meet you just now. I was held up."
"How was it? Did you kill the guy?"
"No."
"Ok. No more killing alright?"

There was a pause. Blake heard heavy breathing coming from the other line.
"I gotta hang up now. Call me later."

The Day I Sorta Finished OP Prep

The day was good. Even though Ms Tang did make my group add some stuff to our slides, it didn't spoil my day. At least it wasn't a complete overhaul. Anyway, went to the school gym with Samatha and trained my top, kicked ball for a little while before coming home. Boy, does going to the gym feel good. Y'know, it gives you a sorta orgasmic high. I guess it's the adrenaline rush.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 4

She slunk into her tight tank top and hastily pulled up her jean shorts. The guy lay there in bed, presumably asleep, naked and covered in his dried semen. Men, she thought. They fuck you and they fall asleep. And they blame us woman when we walk away. After browsing herself in the mirror to make sure that her re-applied make-up was ok, she grabbed the wallet by the dresser and picked out a bunch of fifties. After which, she slung her handbag under her armpits and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

She flicked out her mobile and saw 21 missed calls. Shit. I'm fucking late. The money was good and occasionally, the sex was good as well. But this time, she really screwed up. She checked her watch.

5.47pm

Her boyfriend must be fuming. Their date was scheduled at 2.30. She stood there, deliberating for a moment, and finally clicked on the "dial" button.

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"You see, I was waiting there for my girlfriend. We were supposed to meet at 2.30. It's 5.40 now and she still hasn't answered my calls." Blake said, showing Tessa a photograph in his wallet and sighed deeply.

That's sad, Tessa thought. If I ever have a boyfriend and if he ever does this to me, he's so screwed. Trying to lessen the tension, she said, "Erm, maybe she's lost her phone?" He frowned, looking at her in the eyes, "Ok, erm, I dunno. Have you tried calling her house?"

"Yes. No answer. There's hardly anybody at her home anyway."

Tessa remembered the girl in the photograph that he'd just shown her. Curious curious. That is one strange girl So why is she attached to this guy? I mean, he seems nice enough. And he's sure cute enough to get any girl he wants. Of all people why that one? Ok, so she's hot. But so what? Hmmmm. He's still not telling.

Just then, a phone rang. Tessa fumbled for an instant and dug deep into her pockets, eventually fishing out a dripping, moist candy-bar phone. It was soiled and spoilt. Damn, it's so not my day.

"Sorry Tess, it's my phone." Blake smiled apologetically and Tessa's heart melted instantly.

"Hello? Oh. It's you."

There was a moment of silence. Then Blake shot up from his seat.

"Just shut up, alright? I don't need to hear any of this. I've had enough of your excuses! Don't ever call me again. Ever."

Tessa's eyes widened in shock. O-ok... He's scary. Blake sat down, his face scarlet. "Sorry. Didn't mean to have that outburst. Did I scare you?" Tessa was still speechless, and only managed a faint "No". The tension was killing her; She wanted to go home.

The Day I Continue My Story

Shan't talk about my day yesterday cos nothing much happened, other than doing the OP and going for acupuncture.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 3

He entered her, sending shockwaves of pleasure running through her spine. Blood flowed through her entire body like fire on accelerant, burning her from within, heating her and making her warm. The raindrops hit the window, making it's presence known by a faint pitter patter. She moaned softly as he pounded against her, gasping in short breaths of ecstacy. He leaned in close, kissing her lightly on the lips. She closed her eyes. The guy wasn't much of a looker, but he was sure good in bed.

The pounding began to get more intense, and she could feel her body cry out in screams of exhileration. Her moaning became louder, and his breaths, faster. With a loud exclamation, she felt him climaxing inside her. Inhaling deeply, he sat his head on her breast and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

It's over, she lay there thinking. Now, where's the money?

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Tessa had dried herself up from the towel Blake handed to her. They were at a corner of the Orchard MRT station, sheltered from the rain.

"Thanks," she said, handing him the towel. He smiled, "We need to get you something warm to drink." Tessa felt like she was constantly walking in puddles. Her boots were soaked. Good lord, I'm gonna get a fuckin' yeast infection on my foot, she thought. The stranger, Blake, seemed like a nice enough guy. It was her lucky day. After settling down at the Coffee Bean nearby, she bought herself a hot Cafe Latte while he got a Cappuccino.

"So," he started, "What brings you here?"

"Well, it's nothing much, really."

He just sat there looking at her, smiling.

"Ok. See, I wanted to come downtown for a little bit of shopping, but I sorta got caught in the rain. In a bad way."He gave a half-smile, "Oh. Heh. I see."

"So what brings you here?"

Blake paused for a moment and took a sip from his cup.

"I was waiting for someone, but I guess I was dropped."

"Dropped?"

"Never mind." He looked around, eyes seeming distant. He's hiding something, Tessa thought curiously, Not like it's any of my business.

Sensing that he was uncomfortable with the topic, she asked another question. " So, erm, care to tell me more about yourself?" Blake snapped back from his momentarily lapse into dream-zone and said, "Oh, it's a long story."

"We've got time. It's still pouring outside innit? Ha ha." Her curiousity was overpowering; She wanted to know more about this stranger.

The Day I Went For The First Cultural Night Rehearsal

It was a tiring, tiring day. Thankfully, it wasn't a lousy one.

Met Meifeng, Aileen and Shiy Yun for breakfast at the Macs at Bishan Bus Interchange before heading off to Aileens house to do our project work. It was productive, and we managed to get some things done at least. They'll be coming over tomorrow to my place to continue from where we left off. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. ;)

After PW, it was off to Little India for my first Temasek Youth Camp (TYC) Cultural Night rehearsal. The camp is organised by Temasek Holdings, and it involves the interaction between youth leaders in Singapore and delegates from the ASEAN countries (plus the non-ASEAN ones, China and UK). The Cultural Night is the main event of the whole TYC. Let's call it CN in short.

So anyways, I met up with my CN mates at the Little India station, waited for about an hour till everybody arrived, then we set off toward our destination. We reached a rather cramped two-storey shophouse that smelled like mothballs. That was when I found out that the whole wayang thing was cancelled, and it was being replaced with a chinse-malay-indian dance item.

Wow.

But nevermind that. The instructors were nice. And I had a great time learning and bonding with my not-so-new-but-relatively-new mates.

After the whole thing, I went to Orchard with a couple of them, and we window-shopped at Heerens.

I'm sooooo in love with the NewUrbanMale.com Dragonboater sweater!!!
Can somebody please buy it for me? *gives Bambi eyes*

Went to the Novena after that and got home. Nothing much happened up till now.



The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 2

Tessa was drenched. No doubt, it was the monsoon season, and there was a tendency for it to rain out of the blue. But she was caught unawares nonetheless. Soaked and shivering, she trudged her way through Orchard Road. It was 2pm in the afternoon, but the the rain was so heavy, the streets were almost empty.

She had just stepped out of the cab when it started to drizzle. Sure, the sky was dark, but it didn't look like it was gonna pour immediately. So she walked on slowly after paying her $6.30. A bright flash illuminated the darkness, and a low grumble of thunder ensued. It was right then that the raindrops became bigger and deadlier.

Ouch.

She looked like a ghost, gliding through the blur stretch of bright shopping malls and business towers. Initially, she wanted to get something from Takashimaya, but it was impossible in her current state. She'd freeze to death in the air-conditioning. Not like I'm not frezzing my ass off in this hell already. Tessa was mentally prepared to fall ill. She wasn't exactly She-Hulk walking through the Niagara.

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In a distance, a young man, not much older than Tessa, was holding an umbrella in the rain. He had been waiting in that spot for close to three hours, but the person he had been waiting for wasn't there yet; He was beginning to think that he'd been fooled. The bottom of him long khakis were moist from the rain splatter. Damn her. From the corner of his eye, he saw a faint silhouette of a young woman, obviously wet in this kind of weather. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't who he was waiting for. But looked like she could use some shelter.

Taking a few steps toward, he approached the girl. "Hey, come under my umbrella. You'll fall sick like this."

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Tessa was approached by some guy with an umbrella. My guardian angel maybe? Heh, she thought. But he is cute. "Thanks. I'm really wet." She her face warming up, and realised that blood had rushed to her face; She was blushing. "I mean, I'm Tessa."

The guy smiled and replied, "Hello to you Tessa. I'm Blake."

The Day I Start A Story

Ok, from today onwards, I'll be blogging about my day and at the same time, I'll be writing a continuous story. For those disturbed by my previous post, well, sorry. I did warn y'all, didn't I? Sorry anyways.

So here's how my day went (for those not interested, skip the blue part and proceed to the black):

School was a terrible bore. Didn't do much, just got there and handed up the WR, both the hard and soft copy. After that, my group and I went to the library to finish off the remaining episodes of the CSI DVD that I borrowed.

I'm officially a CSI fan!!!

Loves it!

So anyway, after that, I went down for lunch at the canteen and ended up eating with Ning and Shirleen. Had a wonderful time.

Got to Geog, then Econs, and went to the canteen again for a short tea-break before Math. There, I saw Sam and the whole bunch of Mediacorp people having their lunch break.

Sam got me an apple juice (which is not considered a favour returned, if y'know what I mean. I want a real meal, Sam. A BIG treat.) Eugene said hi and I was introduced to Ezann by Sam. I must say, she's really cute in person.

Here's a pic of some crazy classmates of mine with Ezann [centre] (she's not that famous yet, but I think she will be. Cos she's soooo pretty...):


After math, Mei Feng and I got downtown to meet up with some of my other classmates for lunch at Cine. It was soooo bad. No more Galilee for me. Period.

Had a wonderful afternoon/evening, other than the fact that Shaun incessantly bugged me to share a cab home with him. I stood my ground. Sorry, buddy.

Dinner was fine. Yup, end of my not-so-interesting day.



The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 1

There was always something to do at home. Something. But today, it seemed like there wasn't much to do at all. Tessa was in her artificially scented room, lying on her artificially-looking four-post bed. There ain't nothing here, she thought. Willing her lethargy away, she got up to her feet and stood in front of her large mirror. It was an antique from grendma's mother's mother, of father's father. She didn't remember, neither did she care.

Her raven eyes scanned her own reflection.

Her hair was slightly messy. Think Medusa, minus the snake-heads. Ok, maybe not so messy. They were hard to tame anyway, so her dream of having a little blonde streak was, well, still just a dream. She didn't have her foundation on, and her skin's unsightly, pale tinge was showing. The black tank top was slightly discoloured and it needed a bit of sewing. The only thing that she was satisfied with was her jeans; At least they were nicely ripped and bleached.

Very quickly, she took of her top and replaced it with a fresh, black cotton v-neck, slapped on some foundation, stepped into her black leather boots and whizzed out through the door. She was out for some window shopping, and maybe something more.

The Day I Talk About Doing It

(Below is a description of a really explicit sexual fantasy.
Those who feel strongly against written-sex may stop reading now.)





























The kisses were strong and forceful, but sweet.
She smelled strongly of Chanel.
My favourite.

My arms were around her, pulling her close towards my body.
My heart, thumping quickly, heavily in my chest.

Blood was rushing to my face.
I felt her moist tongue in my mouth.
Tickling.
Teasing.

Running my hands up her spine, I unhooked her.
It fell to the ground, all the pink and white.
Her hand reached for my boxers.
They came off.

On the bed, we fondled.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."

I entered.
She shuddered.
It was strangely comfortable.
She moaned softly into my ear.

It felt heavenly.
Heavenly.
Groans and moans.
Echoing.
Echoing.

Bright lights!
I pulled her close.
We kissed again.

The Day I Talk About The Rain

My results came out today.

Absolutely horrifying. D-O-O (If you get what I mean)
But I'm getting promoted (I think).

I hope.

Don't wanna talk about it la.

Oh well... The rain's washing away my pain... Sometimes, I really hate the rain, but other times, it's really enjoyable just to sit down and watch it fall.

And fall...

The countless and intense splashes on the ground.
The puddles it forms when the water collects.
The sweet-smelling, cold rain-breeze.
The dark, solemn, broody sky.

It's always nice to have rain at this time of the year;
It's the monsoon season.

When the rain stops falling,
as the dark clouds dissipate,
the sky turns bright again.

Shining.

The Day I Went To Kia Puay's Party

Ok, this is gonna be a looong post, so if you're not interested in my life, don't read it.

Started the day at 10 plus by having breakfast (Choco-chip cookies with milk. Yummm...) and going to my dermatologist at 12 plus. After which I headed to the new Wisma foodcourt for the widely-publicised Hokkien Mee. It was a 20 minute queue, but the wait was worth it. I can only summarise the plate of hot, fragrant noodles with 2 words:

Good SHIT!

So anyways, after that, I headed to the Novena for a short while of prayer. That was when Samuel contacted me. He needed me to help out one of his actors, Eugene, with the violin.

After a long period of calling, waiting, fuming, rotting, (add adjective here), I finally met Eugene. We got to his place (a really cramped service apartment in Chinatown) and I spent about an hour there teaching him how to play the bow (it's impossible to teach someone to play the violin in 1 lesson).


Not a good pic. Oh well...
You'll see him in a new Channel 5 sitcom very soon.

After all that, I took a train down to Yio Chu Kang and met up with my classmates for Kia Puay's belated Birthday Party.

I drank, got drunk and did some silly stuff.

I shall apologise to anyone I might have offended in my drunken stupor. Very sorry... I promise, no more drinking (in front of you guys, at least).

Anyways, I shared a cab with Shaun, got home and KO-ed till today.

The Day I Talk About "House Of M"

Ok, I just replied the sms. I hope everthing's gonna be ok...

(Ok, I'm going to start blabbing about my comics here, so if you're not interested, you don't have to read it.)

Now, let me talk more about the "House of M" event in the Marvel Universe right now. I've just received a shocking revelation today from issue #7 (there are ony 8-issues cos it's a limited series). The person behind the whole madness is not Magneto. Nor Wanda Maximoff aka Skarlet Witch (Magneto's daughter).

It's Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver (Magneto's son). Don't ask me why he's got so many kids; Maybe he's just a really horny guy. Anyway, Pietro and Wanda are twins. Just for your info, Mags has another daughter, Lorna Dane aka Polaris. She's sorta mad too, but let's not go there today.

The whole "House of M" (HOM) event is about the altering of reality on a really big scale by the combined powers of the Scarlet Witch and Charles Xavier (he was forced into doing it). You see, Wanda has the ability to control "chaos magic", which is part of her secondary mutation. It allows her to alter reality. Her initial mutation only enabled her to change probabilities to her favour, and they came out in the form of "hex bolts". It's pretty hard to explain but you get the idea.

So anyway, the Witch had just gone mad recently, killing a bunch of her former team-mates with her new powers that she couldn't control (she was an Avenger) and was wheeled onto the land of Genosha by her ever-loving papa. Long story short, she went mad again and this time, she altered reality on such a great scale that nobody knew anything about it cos they were brainwashed.

Then in comes Wolverine, and he manages to "awaken" the X-Men and Avengers' inner subconsciousness, waking them up from the "lies" of the new reality. So then there's this really big fight, and in issue #7, all is revealed that the main mastermind was Quicksilver.

My jaw dropped when I saw that page.

Like literally. I could hear it hit the groud.

*applauds Bendis' wonderful writing*

Here's a few pics:


The Mad Girl aka Scarlet Witch


A panel taken of HOM #7

The Day I Went For Jerome's Art Exhibition

The NYJC Open House was today.
It was a major bore...

Shaun dropped by for awhile after school and we had lunch together at the KFC at J8. Deep fried lunch. YUM! Gonna have a breakout soon... Urk.

After that, had maths tuition till bout 6.30, then I went to NJC for Jerome's art exhibition. It was so inspiring. Here's his main art-piece (a damn cool one if you ask me). It's in 3 parts:


Part I


Part II


Part III

After all that, went for dinner with his parents and sis at Corpthorne Hotel.
It was soooo filling I tell you. Fish and Chips (yes, yet another fried item. I'm going to DIE!!!)

Then I got home and received an ominous message.
I think I shall go reply now.

The Day I Talk About Purity

(For those who want to skip the nitty-gritty details of my life, skip this part and read the blue section.)

Ok, a quick fill-in on what happened yesterday.
After the Lit paper, went out to Orchard with several classmates of mine and ate like a pig. Had curry chicken, an apple juice, the deep-fried mars bar... Well, enough about food. Anyway, it was Kia Puay's bithday but the party was postponed to Saturday. But she gave us some Spongebob cone party-hat anyway.

Then I went home, changed and met Veron and gang at her place and watched a lil' bit of White Chicks before heading out to Chomp Chomp for dinner. After we reached our supposed dinner-place, we realised that we weren't gonna get seats cos it was packed.P-A-C-K-E-D. In caps.

So we went to the food centre instead. Had a really good time! Sadly Goria wasn't there. Oh well... Gaby wasn't feeling well so after dinner, it was only left with Veron, Terence, Joel, Guyson and me. So then we played a little bit of tennis till about 11, then I wnt home.

That was my day yesterday.

(Ok, for those who skipped the "My Diary" part, start here.)

So Dad was talking about some Buddhism purity thingy during dinner-time just now, and I found it reallly interesting so I decided to put it up on my blog.

A loose translation of it would be "The 6 Roots of Human Purity". It's sorta like "to be pure from head to toe, so that you can be a good person" thing. Although I'm Catholic, I'm open to the teachings all good religions. Ok, back to the "Purity" part.

The 6 roots are namely: eyes, ears, nose, mouth, tongue and heart. You get influenced to do stuff by sight, sounds, smells, speech, tastes and thoughts. Y'know, the bad stuff.

So anyways, to be pure, you gotta really learn to discern the good and the bad stuff that influences you everyday. That's what I wanna say today. ;)

The Day I Talk About Being Bored

Had a friggin', boring day yesterday. Didn't do much, other than revise and revise and revise.

Went over to Jerome's house cos it was Claudia's birthday. I got her a lovely ESPRIT wallet and made a card. See? I'm so nice... *head swells*

In the end, I spent more time with my best bud than with the birthday girl. Oh well, can't blame a guy who hasn't chatted with his best friend for like, eternity.

To all those preparing for their O's and A's, all the best! It'll be over before you know it! ;)



Quote of the Day:

Emma Frost - "I'm not saying I agree with--"

Scott Summers - "Of course you agree. This is exactly the elitist crap you spout daily, Emma. You wanna tell me something worth hearing? Tell me why you walked out in the middle of a firefight!"

The Day After Indochine

Long time since my previous post. Heh...

All papers are over, except for that bloody Lit paper on Tuesday. *sigh*

Was at Indochine last night. Honestly, I don't really like it. But luckily for me, there was Kia Puay, Eileen, Shirleen and Ker Min. Oh yes and Shirleen's brother, Shawn. Or Shaun. Or Sean. Dunno the spelling la. (>.<) Saw so many ex-Cat High peeps there, but thank GOD they didn't disturb me. And now I know Kia Puay's true colours when she's high. Whoo... You don't wanna know. :P

It felt so good to club after such a long time. And the drinks there were dirt cheap haha... But now I'm broke, so no more clubbing for me this month. Maybe next month? Or somebody could give me a treat? Hehe...

I'm going back to sleep now. Tata... *waves*

The Day I Talk About Performing (Again)

Last night was like, HOT!
Had so much fun. And got paid (though it wasn't much, it was a good start.)
Now I know what they mean by hard earned money. It's not easy...

Many thanks to my lovely dancers, to 'Mummy' and the gang! You guys rock my world!!!

Now gotta concentrate on my promos and my personal life.
Ciao for now....

The Day I Talk About Performing

Whoo... Long time since I last posted.

Had 3 performances within these 2 weeks. One was last week at Ang Mo Kio, another 2 this weekend outside Plaza Singapura.

Gig on Sept 10th (Saturday)
The one last week was ok, but it wasn't that cool cos there was some weird local chinese singer called Genie (God, I've never even heard about her...) who thinks she's some famous superstar. Oh well, to each her own. Shan't criticize now...

Gig on Sept 17th (Saturday)
The gig yesterday went well. I made quite alot of friends that are usually out of my league (hip-hop dancers, mostly malay, to be exact) It was a long wait. Was there at 3 and waited till bout 4:30 before rehearsals officially started for me. It was the first performance for me that I actually had backup dancers... Waaay cool! The dancers (both guys and the girls) were really nice, so were the rappers and the poetry slam guy with the turban.

Jiapei was there pretty early with 2 of her friends. After my rehearsal, Meifeng and Tammi accompanied me to get some decent looking hip-hop clothes. But seriously, you can't take a nerd out of a nerd. But I looked cool anyways. Hehe... *grins* So anyways, I had my first "remixed" performance with the dancers during the opening at 6, and my 2 songs at 9 plus.

Thanks to everyone who came down for the show, esp to Jiapei and gang, Mervy (for the bread. You saved my life), Tammi and Meifeng (for shopping with me. I know I seriously lack dress sense.) Raina, Tina and Xuehui who stayed on for my last performance, and FeeFee and Joel... And many thanks to Saleh, Robin, Young, Sulaiman, Ice (Missy MISSY!) and the lot of dancers for your cheers and support! You guys rock too!

PS: I have one more performance tonight at 9 as well.

The Day I Share A Nice E-Mail

I dunno if any of you have seen this, but I'd like to share this anyway.
Those with nice parents, be really grateful.

Calvin's a 5-year-old. He's from a single parent family, and his dad worked long hours just to support the family. One evening, when his dad returned home from work, little Calvin was at his tiny table by the window, doing a his colouring. Upon seeing his father, he happily jumped off his seat and greeted him in glee. During dinner, Calvin asked his daddy,"How much do you earn an hour, Daddy?" His father looked at him, and smiled wearily before answering, "$20."

After dinner, he washed the dishes with his father, and asked made a request, "Daddy, can I have $10 please?" Just then, his father had an outburst. "$10?! Why do you want $10? Is it for buying toys again? Don't you have enough toys already? Do you know how long I have to work to ear $10? And you just ask for $10 like that? Of course I'm not going to give it to you! Go to your room!"

Tears brimming at his eyes, his head drooped low and he apologised softly before returning into his room. About an hour passed, and Calvin's father felt a little guilty and went into his son's room to check up on him. "Calvin... I'm sorry 'bout just now. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that just now. You wanted $10? Well, here you go. Spend it wisely, ok?" Seeing the fresh note, Calvin got off his bed and went to his little desk and dug around in his little drawer. He pulled out a stack of old notes and some coins. Counting them slowly, he passed the money to his father, together with the $10 that his father had just given him.

"Here's $20, daddy. Can I buy an hour of time from you, please?"



Please be grateful if your parents are still around. No matter what they do, they still love you. Learn to appreciate them, before it's too late.
It's never to late to tell them the 3-words.

"I love you, mum and dad."

The Day (Some Of) My Classmates Came Over

Sean, Cass and Kitson came over to my place after lunch yesterday. I hope they didn't have too bad an impression of my house (or of me, as a host). They stayed for dinner, and as usual, my dad cracked a lame joke and nobody laughed (I mean, it was a lame joke afterall). It was nice having guests over after such a long period of "parents only" dinners; It was a good change.

Just got home from school. *phew*
Gotta go mug.

The Day I Talk About The Yellow Ribbon Project

Woke up early this morning to go for the walk in support of the Yellow Ribbon Project. It was a wonderful experience, and I had a really good time bonding with my classmates (those who were actually present for that thing, that is). Other than the whole useless publicity for Jack Neo's new movie about ex-convicts (I mean, how many times can you use the same people from the J-Team for the Jack Neo movies. Jack Neo, if you're reading this, your movies are BORING...") and the scorching sunshine, it was a rather fun walk.

Today, I saw some anonymous tagger's tag on my tagboard again. Oddly, I'm not angry. I mean, seriously, if they wanna tag rubbish, I can't do anything about it. But it's just weird to know how people can relentlessly attempt to disturb someone as if they've got nothing better to do. Oh well, it's your life. Do what you want. *sigh*

Lets talk about the last few days:

Yesterday, a dead sparrow fell down from a tree and onto my head. It was DISGUSTING. In CAPS. I've never kena-ed birdshit before and now I kena a dead bird. Like major EEW. Oh well, I guess we all get weird stuff happening to us once or twice in our lives anyway. Ok, maybe or than once or twice.

The day before yesterday, I pretty much just slacked at home and did revision for the promos. Nothing much to talk about.

The day before the day before yesterday, I went bcak to Cat High and saw some teachers. It was ok, but I didn't get to see all the teachers that I'd wanted to meet, but I guess I'll meet up with them some other time. Then at night, we celebrated Dad's birthday at Sun and Moon, a lovely little posh Japanese restaurant at Wheelock Place, level Three. The food was WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HEAVENLY, (add in a nice-tasting adjective here)...

Ok, shall go off now to do more promo-revision. Ciao!

Quote of the Day: Criticisms help you grow; What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

The Day I Talk About My Life Thus Far

Time for an evaluation of my life so far this year.

There have been many ups and downs (like who's life doesn't, right?). I thought I've escaped the dreadful sniping by the "Justin Jap Hate-Club: Let's HATE Him Together cos he's so fucking gaaay and we're all a bunch of testesterone-filled homophobic MCP's with EQ's the size our tits and IQ's the depth of our rectums!!! Boo him! Boo him!Yay!"

But NO... They had to find a way to ruin my already miserable life by tagging some useless and senseless BS on my tag-board. Oh well... "Like, whatever." (quote: Jon Jonsson. Jonssen. Jonson. Hiya, I dunno how to spell. Stupid ang mohs.) *rolls-eyes*

I've almost completely lost touch with my 1st-3-months MI clique-mates, but I hope to see them again (hopefully after promos and PW). Talking about PW, that bloody subject is driving me up the wall. My group is practically not doing anything about it. I'm now typing the Written Report draft (with what little information I've gathered on my own. *sigh*) and hoping Ms Tang won't kill us tomorrow. But I'm not very hopeful.

Just watched the Project Superstar (Girls) reunion special repeat telecast this afternoon. I have never seen such outrageously hypocritical people gathering together, bunching and giggling as one on national TV before. I mean, if you really hate each other, stop pretending you're friends! Then again, they're under a Mediacorp contract for the show. The industry is soooo dark and dirty. And did I mention the garishly dressed, hopelessly tone-deaf and terribly off-tempo eliminated contestants returning on that show to bring us grief yet again on national tv? *shivers*

On the relationship front, I'm still single and available. If only the right ONE could come along and knock on my door... Then again, girls are high maintanence. And with my current income level, I can't afford a high maintanence girlfriend. No offence to my girlfriends but hey, it's a fact. Don't tell me you don't want your boyfriends to pay for everything. :P
No, seriously, I can't afford one. I'm not that rich (which is a misconception of many who assume that only-child's get all the bling-bling they want.) Unless of course, there is that sopecial someone who understands my current predicament... Hmmm...

I need to get my mind off comics as well. They're really distracting me as I do my work. Maybe someone should borrow all of them and return it to me after my exams. Then maybe I'll start being more productive in doing my work.

I got a Teachers' Day present from one of my kids in church today. My very first Teachers' Day prezzie! So happy... Haha...

Ah. It feels good to bitch about my miserable life again.
Anyway, gotta get back to PW.
Urgh.

So today, I end with a quote from an anonymous person (at least this unknown person says something constructive. Heh.)



Quote of the Day: A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

The Day I Talk About Sex

Sex is good. Just keep the gory details to yourself.
I don't wanna know what you do.
Please...

The Day I Talk About...

I may seem like a perfectionist, doing everything that I have to, to put it in Singaporean terms, being "extra", but I have my reasons. If you should think that I do what I do because I want to be a teachers pet, to be the centre of attraction, and all the yada-yada, then I guess you've got the wrong idea.

I don't have to show people that I am capable, but I do something so that I'll have a peace of mind, knowing that I've done what I'm supposed to do, and I won't feel like I've been irresponsible. But if you like to see it in a negative light, I can't stop you.

I'm here for all to see.

You can judge me, you can have your prejudices, you can put me down, you can love me, you can hate me, you can appreciate me, you can despise me. Blah blah blah.
The bottom-line is: Don't think you know everything about me just because you know who I am.

To the anonymous taggers of my tag-board:
If you really think it's fun to tag my board and do all the talk about me and gays and all the bullshit talk about HIV and whatnot, get a fucking life.

You think it's funny? You're just a cowardly loser who doesn't dare to reveal your identity cos you're fucking scared of me.

I agree, I may be effeminate sometimes, but being effeminate doesn't constitute to being gay. However, being homophobic just shows your immaturity and lack of tolerance for people who are different.

You have something against me, bring it on. If you don't have the guts to do it and say the stuff you say about me in my face, then please, just fuck off.

The Day I Tell What I Feel

Sometimes, being nice ain't neccesarily the right thing to do.

I've tried to talk to you, asked you nicely why you wanna work. You say "For money." Then I try to tell you nicely that "it's really hard to cope with both work and JC life, and unless you really cannot get by, like if your parents aren't able to support you, then you work." You take it negatively, and remain stubborn, standing firm on your ground. I don't continue to talk about you working anymore.

I'd like you to know that it was out of concern that I asked you to stop working. As a friend, I think it is only right that I should respond when I fell you need a jolt back to reality. If not, why would I even bother? But if you insist on doing so, I have no power to persuade you otherwise. It's saddening to see you so tired on Mondays, even though you work only Fridays and Saturdays. Mind you, 8 hours straight is alot of work. But your tiredness has had an adverse effect on our project work group, with you being listless and weary during our Monday discussions.

I'm a frank guy, and I don't want to beat around the bush. I am really unhappy with your attitude and behaviour. If you think our classmates (with the exception of your close friends) are against you for no reason, you are wrong. We may not show it, but I hope you have at least a little bit of empathy to feel at least what we're feeling.

You say "Justin, can you blanja me lunch?", "Justin, can you buy me a drink?" etc, I don't really mind if it's just once or twice. But I feel that you've been taking this for granted. I am not an ATM machine. Yes, I am an only child, but that does not mean that I have inextinguishable pocket-money. Ask yourself, have you only asked me such questions, or have you asked others as well?

Money-wise, if you're afraid to offend your parents by asking for more, do you think your friends will not be offended if you ask them for money? Have some self-respect, be more empathic, think before you speak.

Yes, being frank and straight-forward is good, but being un-tactful is not. The ability to differentiate one from the other shows your maturity level.

I understand your predicament, but I do not understand why you have to do what you do. Please keep in mind that what I have just said above was with no intention of putting you down, but it was done in the hope that if you're seeing this, you can change. If you still feel like you're being ganged-up against after reading this, I suggest that you do some self reflection.

I'll be praying for you.