Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Friday, February 29, 2008, 8:01 PM They try to me make go to rehab i wont go no Today was so insane. The whole morning was rushing to finish all the maths work for Mak, but in the end, i still had some questions i didnt do, so he being the hard ass he is, gave me ADC. Academic Detention, oh yes, now we have 2 types of DCs, trust peter tan to think of something like that. But i had rehearsels today, so i couldnt go for the ADC, so he told me he would be oh so reasonable and fair, and let me go for a BDC so i can postpone it another day, (cos you cant postpone ADCs). Pfft, oh yea thats real fair. Behavioural Detentions are way worser than Acad ones. So, my very first DC ever, will be because i couldnt go for an ADC, so i had to switch to a BDC so i can postpone it. What a great reason. So rehearsels was practicing my songs again. The school has so much money, but we didnt even hire a proper vocal coach. So we had to use one of our english teachers, who honestly doesnt know 2 cracksticks about singing. She insists that when i sing, i must poke out my cheeks, look straight ahead, squeeze in my abdomen, and bear my teeth to ensure the sound gets through load and clear. But when i do all that, i look like a strangled hippo with an abdominal twitch. Sound like one too. And whenever i feel the vibe of the song and start moving to the rythm, she tells me to stand straight and not move cos moving around will cause my voice to be dimished. When i do all that, i feel like a choir boy. And i dont wanna feel like a choir boy. Choir boys are just so, ab-normal. Well anyway, when i walked in the room today for rehearsels, guess what i saw on the board. HAHAHAHAHAHA And sec one kids actually drew that. Joel chee's fame and smell has spread over to the sec ones. Sigh, but thats just sad. When little kids 4 years younger than you start laughing at you, you know you're pretty much an idiot. Oh and for the first time ever, im gonna release a picture of Ishaan. Its a picture of his face. So once again, warning sign, look away if you're weak hearted. Notice how the camera actualy jerked abit trying to escape taking the photo. hence his face being so blur. But i think he looks better like this. No seriously. He does. And he was wearing a t-shirt today that said "You talking to me?" pfft. No ishaan. Im not. Its friday, oh this much needed God given day of rest. But still, i got shit to do. Mom's birthday tomorow, i gotta get something for her. And i will, tomorow. Im hungry. Feed me. Ao Thursday, February 28, 2008, 9:57 PM If you are what you say you are, a superstar, have no fear. This world is getting crazier. If you havent already heard the news, this jemal islamiyah guy escaped from whitley road detention facility yesterday at around 4:05 pm, his whereabouts are said to be along dunearn road and bukit timah road, which is where my school, and SCGS is. Its kinda exciting i gotta say, i mean its not everyday you see a terrorist leader escape from jail and him posing a possible threat to you. If you see him, call the police. And get this, SAF dispatched over 300 men to cover the entire island, and the police have road blocks all over, espcially near my school and scgs. I saw them today. Scary shit man. But you know, has anyone bothered to check that huge drain that seperates my school and balmoral? Its really long and stretches all the way till Hwa chong. Maybe he's hiding there. pfft. The police are quite dumb, they say he walks with a limp and is un-armed. But hullo, did they ever think maybe he faked a limp before escaping so he can like, not fake it anymore and people wont recognize him? And un-armed, pfft this dude's a terrorist group leader, im sure he has evil little friends all over loaded with guns and bombs. All this hoo haa over 1 man. Like a wild goose chase. I always thought these prison break escapes had too many people going after the guy. But its still kinda cool though. Well anyway, founder's day celebrations today. It was hot, humid and boring. The award ceremony was the same as always, dozens of boys walking on stage to receive tiny insignificant awards while you sit amongst the rest of the school trying your best not to fall asleep, but as boy after unkown boy walks off stage, and the boring as crap voice of the anouncer droning on, you just drop down and doze off. So after 2 hours of the most pointless boring ceremony you'll ever find, me,ZT, Pek, glascow, gary, ernest, fried, colin, eug and sam went for LAN at paradiz. Pretty fun, same old same old. Then we lingered around that whole area, ate at some noodle shop. Went home, homework, yada yada yada. God i swear homework's making me boring. Someone shoot me. Ao Wednesday, February 27, 2008, 8:18 PM Im getting over you ZT, Pek, Eug, Me, Pereira Cos we're such cool people. :p Cumara, Beauty Pageant Dropout So, today was pretty alright, apart from the fact that mak gave us even more homework. No sleep tonight i guess. But today, we had our photos taken for the school mag, and we all thought since its out last year in this school, we'd make it memorable. Pereira me zt eug pek colin and all were in a group to take the photo (cos we were allowed to group ourselves) but then, we needed one more person to complete the group. Guess who we got. Of all people we couldve gotten, of all weird folks we couldve had, of all the crackpots in this world,of all the extra terrestrials we couldve been slapped with, we just had to get our resident alien Joel chee. And he willingly volunteered himself. How wonderful. Our yearbook photo's gonna be with Joel chee. Thats just, i just, i dont even know how to even being to describe how unlucky that is. Its like gambling with 10 cents and ending up owing people 10 thousand dollars. Now everytime i look back at my school yearbook in the future, joel chee's face is gonna be right there, looking back at me in the picture which i am in as well. People ask me why i always call him Joel chee and not just Joel, thats cos i have a good friend who's also named Joel, and i dont want to disgrace the name of joel by calling joel chee joel. So anyway, our photo taking was after PE, so joel chee's stink was twice as fermented. I didnt breathe. For 2 minutes and 43 seconds. But anyway, our photographer was a real hard ass. He wanted to make us stand so straight and like, proper like some funeral photograph. And he looks like a swamp rat i swear. He has this really slick greasy hair with a 24/7 sweaty face and his sweat on his t shirt was brown. Who the hell sweats brown sweat? And he had those small beady little evil eyes. Kinda like this. And the other photo guys were gay. Tsk. Trust the school to get such wonderful photographers for us. Founder's day celebrations tomorow, Dad wont let me skip cos he says since my own family founded it, i have to be there for the sake of honouring my great grandfather. Pfft. But i dont get it, our school was founded on first of march, which is a saturday, why cant we celebrate on a friday? Why thursday? And friday's a normal school day. my school can be so weird sometimes. My body is so sore, it hurts to do anything, but i guess its good for me. Im on the road to weight loss. Im gonna do some stretching now. And rehearse the dance. I'll be seeing you. Ao Tuesday, February 26, 2008, 7:23 PM Holding on your rope got me ten feet off the ground. The school is nuts. You know how much homework they give us? It's insane. We have a ton of maths to do, got chinese gumbo which i cant even understand, SS essays, english comprehs, chemistry tests, physics tests, and my physics and chem spa exams are just next week. Jeez. I understand that there is a population boom, but you dont need to resort to such measures to make students commit suicide. Sigh. Forget it Andrew. Let it go. The weather's been insane, its so humid and the air quality just sucks. I can hardly breathe. I had to give a speech for oral comm today, and i forgot to prepare one, so i made up so crap about obesity and how everyone in the world should be obese. It was pretty decent for something that came right off the top of my head. Went to the cafe after school with pereira to finish off some work, but i still got loads more to go. And i am so dreading it. Especially now cos darth vader's coming in a while's time for tuition. Gawd i have no life i swear. Ive been so tired. So so tired, i think its the air quality. Its making me dizzy. You know, i took a cab back today cos i was really exhausted, and i swear the cabby was so cool. He was listening to real awesome music that i love, and we suddenly started talking about hip hop and the best rappers alive and all that. it was probably the best taxi ride i have ever been on. Ever. Everytime im in a cab, the cabby always looks like he's smokin pot or suffering from low blood pressure. But this guy was pretty damn cool. And no, im not being sarcastic. No really, im not. I think by April, im gonna loose alot of weight, seriously. I have intense dance rehearsels on mondays, torture club on tuesdays thursdays and fridays, and to complete the full 5 day massacre, PE on Wednesdays. Not to mention my 6 times a week tuition, my 324 pages of homework, and to top it all off, a really nagging migraine that just pops in whenever it feels like it. What a wonderful world. My brain is mush now, gotta go prepare for tuition with Lord vader. Seeyuh. Ao Sunday, February 24, 2008, 6:11 PM Im holding on your rope got me ten feet off the ground. Thanks feli! (: Ok, so today i had to wake up piss early just to go for some north east cdc cares thingy cos dad's a cdc member and lalala and all that crap, so i get pulled into the crap too. Wonderful. And well, its a show for the elderly, what more can i say? It was like watching my grandma play chess with a cricket. These couple of elderly women went on stage to do some traditional Chinese dance, you know the type where they wear weird costumes and sing in horrendously high forsetho voices which can wake the dead? And they did it for 22 minutes. 22 minutes of an amazing, death defying, entertaining high energy dance where all 9 aged women walked around in odd circles waving red sticks with yellow strings around and placing their hands in odd positions all over the space around them. pfft. They looked like under-paid, over-stressed elderly women wearing monkey suits with chinese decpictions all over it. Sigh, this is what happens when the old folks home doesnt not come up with enough entertainment, the old folks start dancing. And i managed to sneak a pic of a few of the women dancers. Only one of them was brave enough to leave their costume on. Ladies and gentlemen, i present to you, the Joy luck club. I didnt really capture the whole costume, but trust me, im doing you a favour. Then there were other performances made to thrill and excite us, there was this Indian dance called the dance of happiness. Whoever choreographed that dance should be shot. It was nowhere near the viscinity of the definition of the word hapiness. All the dancers looked depressed and under some form of medication to curb mental distress. Then there was this dude who performed yoyo tricks, now, not only is tho yoyo so outdated, but he didnt use just any ordinary high tech cool looking yoyo, oh no, he used a really super cool chinese yoyo. It looks sorta like 2 breast implants slammed together with super glue. Kinda like this. And he rolled it on a string, back and forth for 3 minutes, it was so entertaining. whoopee. There were like, important people there like that mah bow tan fella, and that abdul something fella, and that tan something something fella. Yea they all received a really enthusiastic welcome from the senior citizens. I told dad i had to go to the toilet, but i never came back, i went to tampaniese mall to chill around. Me and dad have the most interesting conversations. Seriously. Dad: Did you see shawty? me: Who on earth is shawty? Dad: The short fella, mah bow tan. me: you call him shawty? Dad: yea, cool right? Im actually using your lingo. me: Congratulations. Dad: mm thank you. He actually said it shawty and not shorty. Wow. Well done dad. Dad: You know, shawty's wife is quite hot. me: Im telling mom you said that. Dad: Urm, tell you what, i'll buy you lunch and we'll forget this ever happened. Me: Deal. And he did. He took me to Ajisen ramen. He's never eaten there before, so he asked a million questions. And he kept re-instating the fact that he's never eaten there before. Sigh, dad, what a character. Anyway, i just finished tuition with Darth Vader. Yea, ive concluded that he is Darth Vader. Cos i noticed that he also breathes really really heavily and makes a scabby creepy noise when he breathes. He came 45 mins early. Talk about enthusiastic huh. I watched step up 2, meet the spartans and juno online. I know its bad but ah, sue me. Juno is really really good, Ellen page is really funny and she has this charm about her. Meet the Spartans was ridiculous but funny, and step up 2, amazing dancing, amazing story line, awesome songs. Blooger is being a bitch, its skipping one entire space whenever i press enter, thats why my sentances are so spread out. I dunno how to fix it. grr. Anyway, im gonna go live my pathetic excuse of a life now. I'll be seeing you. Ao Friday, February 22, 2008, 11:21 PM 1 2 3 4 tell me that you love me more Ah weird life. Weird weird life. Today, one of the most interesting things happened. And it involves our wonderful extra terrestrial being, Joel chee. In the past few days or so, joel chee kept telling us that he had explicit dreams of mr mak and janet ong making out in the lift. No surprise there coming from joel chee, heck i wont be surprised if he dreams of guitars playing hockey while getting waxed. So we playfully said that we'd tell mr mak about it, and he said, and i quote, " By all means la, go ahead." Then he concluded with some gurgled other-wordly word which only the weird can understand. So today, again joel chee tells of part 2 of his dream, now not only was there a ridiculously queer part 1 of his dreams, he enlightens us with a part 2. I personally would've preferred rubbing a gun barrel into my temple and pulling the trigger, but just had to hear about his dreams. So part 2 was that joel chee found Mr mak and janet ong having intense sexual intercourse in the maths staff room, he even gave examples of the sounds that were being made. I shit you not. So we told mr mak, not to sabotage joel or anything, but just for fun, since he told us to tell him by all means,(followed by gurgled phrase) and mr mak was furious, much to our delight. And he slapped joel with 3 DCs and made him stand at the back of the tennis courts while assembly went on. Now, i cant even explain much anymore cos after this point, it reaches a stage in a person's weirdness that i simply am unable to explain what the hell is going on. but all i remember is that at the back of the tennis courts, (we have plants at the back of the tennis courts) he started talking to the plants. Then moved on to talking to himself and gesticulating spurts of arm lunges into the air like someone would do if he had a musco-vascular disorder. (that means, a spastic twitch) Well, what can i say, he's joel chee. There are only 2 people in this world who i cannot explain. Joel chee and my maid. But i wont touch on my maid cos she scares and pisses the living shit out of me, and if i begin to think about her, my blood pressure rises and i fear a cardiac arrest. Never, never oh never in the entire span of my sad pathetic little life have i ever, ever come across anything like joel chee. And he spent the rest of the day dealing with the DP and the P and VP and all sorts of important and strict posts that are represented in feared acronyms. He had to sit in a room with the school counsellor. Poor school counsellor. He's gonna need counselling. Ok, enough about joel chee cos im having a weird chill going down my spine and i fear it may be bad for my health to continue speaking about joel chee. Anyway, rehearsels again today, and on my way back, i saw this really sweet lambo parked in the school carpark. Damn. That's a beautiful car. And here's a picture of John and his rubber non-existant bone hand. I dunno how he did that. He has no bones.I swear. tgif, time's flying by, its scary. Liz and manda are at camp corri, i dunno is it a really cool camp? They have a mass dance, dammit, i wanna go for a camp that has a mass dance. With you on replay, lying on my bed with some coffee and crank between my hands, page by page the book goes by, drifting life away. Id say life's pretty alright. For the moment. Just live for the moment. Ao Thursday, February 21, 2008, 9:30 PM Goodbye blue fly I didnt go to school today, cos i got a flu, but mostly cos im just sick of it. I needed a day off. And i got a day off. So, im feeling way better now. I have a new tuition teacher who teaches me physics and both maths. He scares me. He's so, strict and stern, and so direct, if i get an answer wrong, he really intimidatingly says, "no that is incorrect". I mean cmon, even the guy on who wants to be a millionaire says it nicely. And he smiled like, twice. In 2 hours, he smiled twice. Thats like 1 smile per hour. How the hell does someone smile only once an hour? And both smiles were to tell me to relax and not be so tense. How do i do that when you're breathing down my neck and staring at my hand like you wanna eat it? Reminds me of the time i went to the vet, and the nurse was the scariest nurse ever. So i was waiting with my cat to get her vaccinations done, both of us were pretty darn unsure of what to expect, then this couple walks in looking scared and anxious, and this oh so kind and thoughtful nurse said in the most monotonus and unemotional way ever, " oh, your dog died." And she walked off. The couple started crying. I wanted to cry. In fear. Sigh. You know somehow, i didnt sleep much last night cos that image of our resident demon child magibon kept attacking my sleep. And im sorry if i scared anyone with that image. But i put a warning sign! Did anyone see the warning sign? I said, warning. But no one reads the warning sign. You people need to read the warning sign. Tomorow's friday! Weeks are just flying by like crazy, and it kinda scares me to know that my mid year's are a month away. Oh hell, my mid year's are a month away. And soon, O levels will come, oh man. o levels. Make or break. I wonder what will come. Cheer up Amiel, sports and leisure management aint that bad, you could manage a hotel or some entertainment facility next time. Alright, just a short one today cos im way to exhausted. Someone get me some coffee. Im dying. Ao Wednesday, February 20, 2008, 7:32 PM Should i give up, or should i keep on chasing pavements? Alright, more weird people. Weird people, why are there so many just popping up like crazy? So there's this girl on youtube, she calls herself Magibon/ MRirian/ Magichan and all sorts of other worldy names. And well, normally id criticise what people do, or what they say, or even their stench, but this girl does nothing. Literally. her videos are absolutely pointless, just 40-or-so seconds of her staring into the camera and saying a few things in Japanese before “making the V” (the universal pose every Asian girl makes in every photo) and turning off the camera. Look, here's one of her videos. That was the most pointless 40 seconds of my life. Everything she does is in japanese, she speaks japanese, her videos and everything else are done and written in japanese, but she looks like an ordinary American girl. She claims to be 21, but she looks like she's 6. Here's one of her actually speaking. But i asked some of my japanese friends, and they dont know what on this damn earth is she saying. I can pick out a bit of what she says,but they dont make sense at all. But as incredibly stupid as her videos are, she is also incredibly cute, seriously, shes a really pretty girl. And those huge cartoon eyes are hypnotic, you just cant look away from them. Look. Look at this one. Those eyes are just, so, strange, and peculiar, you even wonder whether she can see you. I swear, this girl is either very bored, or she has some sort of strange motive to her seemingly pointless videos, or she just has some really major mental inadequeties. Im quite speechless and still questioning what the hell i just saw. I think this girl's a demon or something. Look, here's what good ol wiki told me See? i knew it, this girl's a creature. Still dont believe me? Alright look at this. Hah. Look at the way she stares, argh nightmares i tell you. But wait, look what happens when i play around with the lighting of the pic. Now, this is not for the faint hearted. No honestly, im telling you know, if you're feebly and get scared easily, dont look at the next photo. Dont go telling me that you couldnt sleep cos you saw the picture. Warning. Last chance. . . . . . . . . . . . Alright I warned ya. I dont think im gonna be able to sleep for the next 7 years. She scares the crap outta me. Sigh. Alright im outta here, sorry if i scared ya. . . . . . . ao Tuesday, February 19, 2008, 8:26 PM Face down in the dirst she said, this doesnt hurt she said. I look like a turtle. Wandered around orchard with lynn today, got starbucks and all! You know how i love my starbucks. School's been insane, test after test after test, they cant just give us a break for once. I actually went for sports and wellness, today. Sports and wellness. Pfft. So they renamed it sports and wellness from the previous TAF club. Wow, well done PE department. Whoever thought of the idea of the name TAF club should die. Trim And Fit my ass, spell TAF backwords. FAT. FAT club. Sneaky lil bugger man. Saw kenny at the bus stop, and guess what, that little guy was going out with a girl, and he didnt tell me, he's like my brother and he didnt tell me hes pimpin out. Here, this is kenny. Yea i made it extra big so you all can see his cute little face. Oh ma gawsh kenny's all grown up. Well done kenny. But he's not the only one, love is just popping like baby rabbits. I see couples everywhere. Maybe its just my imagination? I dunno. You know, i never realized that my dad and i had so much in common, we both write music, we both think the same way, we both talk the same way, and we both have that same look in our faces, that im-thinking-of-something-now-dont-bug-me kinda look. Wow, im just starting to get to know my own father. Brilliant Andrew. Brilliant. Step up 2: the streets is coming out soon and i cant wait, iloved step up, and i know this is gonna be just as super. Ahh great movies coming. Oh, Liz, liz liz liz. Look at the signs. Look at all the signs liz! That sure is one happy duck. Liz skipped school today cos the doctor diagnosed her with exhaustion. Tsk, exhaustion? What kinda diagnosis is that? I can diagnose myself with that too. I barely sleep. So the doc gave her pills to sleep, for the whole day. Gosh. Rehearsels again tomorow, im starting to get sick of them, literally, im falling sick, my legs hurt from running so much, and i cant smell a thing. Blocked nose. Ah, im outta here. Seeyuh. Ao Sunday, February 17, 2008, 7:26 PM Shawty get low OK, i am very very disturbed right now, i have just seen the weirdest most scariest mofo every to be spawned in this known world. Honestly. Here, just watch the video. This dude, chris crocker, (who i honestly thought was a girl) is crying over britney. Crying over the fact that people hate her. I mean come on, the only place ive ever seen anyone do that is in my nightmares. And gee thanks, you've given me more nightmares. Shes not well right now eh? You're not well either, who do we have to go thu if we got a problem with you? You wanna go cry over someone, go cry fo the kids starving in africa, go cry for helpless animals being killed and skinned alive for their fur, not for britney spears. And this bitch receives the funniest comments on his vids. I swear i laughed so hard. There are other comments too, but too many to put all down. I know i know, Liz is gonna kill me for this cos she is also a britney fanatic. They should all just form one big group and like, paint. It'll be a mass group of mentals, retards and psychos. What a nice sight eh? I can just imagine all of them screaming about how britney is so awesome. But its ok, we cant blame chris crocker for posting up videos like that, this is what happens when the rehab center doesnt provide entertainment. Sigh. This world is filled with so many, queer folks. Weird for life. Alright, enough with these weird people. I'll try to sleep tonight and not get nightmares. Im still reeling in shock of Gabsybeth. Gab if you're reading this, congratulations. Honestly. Congrats. Sigh, theyre so romantically mushy i wanna throw marshmellows at em. Anyway, i got shit to do. Seeyuh. Ao , 12:58 AM Hearts all over the world tonight. Flag day today, and almost every single school in singapore went all over to do it. We literally swarmed the place, everywhere we went we'd see other schools also collecting money, so it made it a bit hard for us to collect anything. But i did manage to fill up 1/2 the can. So its not that bad. But i swear, if you think cruella deville was heartless, wait till you see the phantoms that walk the streets of singapore on saturday mornings. Alot of the people just walked past me like i had aids or something. And they wouldnt even listen, like, "Good morning madam would you like to-" and then they just walk away. I feel so de-moralized. And i came to the conclusion that only people with young children would donate cos they want to set a good example for the children. Pfft. Good example my butt. Me, pereira, jon au and eugene stuck together, we went to novena square, (our orignal station point) and UE square and all sorts of places, went to novena church, then decided that we'd get no donations from a place like that, so we went to toa payoh hub, which was worse. Cos people there walk really fast. Really fast. Then me and pereira sneaked off to junction 8 thinking maybe we'd find a few idiots to donate to our fund. Ok so, maybe we didnt really put in effort cos we started to chill at mos burger cos it was so boring, fooled around with phones and all that, then, au and eugene joined us, then we all went to pastamania to eat. I dunno how i spent 48 bucks today, seriously, its like, gone, i spent 14 on food, 6 on coffee, and where'd the rest go, this is an illusion, or maybe its not, ahh. The pasta was good. Very yummy. OK back to this tin can crap, you know we give out free stickers if you donate some money, but some people are such asses, that they take 3-4 stickers when they donate like, 10 cents. I mean cmon, what are you gonna do with those stickers? Build a tree house? You dont need 3-4 stickers to paste on your body, those little things arent gonna make you look better, you wanna look better, go buy a mask. And take 1 sticker only. ONE STICKER. Sigh. But the people did come prepared for a mass sticker wastage, and they gave us alot of stickers to give out, so it didnt really matter. See this? These are the stickers they gave us. Now see this? This is when they give too many stickers. Way too many. I swear i couldnt move or feel my finger after that. Then went home, slept. Alot. I dunno why , i felt so sleepy today, like, super lethargic. Ah anyway, im off now. I need good music, ive over listened to all my songs, now they all sound so boring. ahhh. Someone go make some nice music. Ao Saturday, February 16, 2008, 12:58 AM You make me fall in love Ok first of all, i am shocked, genuinely shocked over what mr duck did for Liz for valentine's day. And the fact that it actually worked is even more shocking. He bought her a $300 necklace, and asked her to be his girl. And she said yes. Oh ma gawsh. Wedding bells. Ding dong. I dunno, this is like some sick fairy tale nightmare that actually isnt so bad. I dunno how to describe it. Honestly. Its like, wow. Thats like me saying i dont mind destroying pizza. Thats just, i dunno, its so, strange, fascinating, its like seeing a monkey with down syndrome play the piano. Just, wow. Congratulations? I think. She thinks they'll last for 1 year. I say, they'll last 2 weeks. Nah im kidding, Liz and Gab's gonna last forever. And now since theyre officially together, i have to make a name for theire relationship, like, brangelina, or somethin. I shall call them. " Weird." Ok no wait, i know. Gabsybeth. Ah yes. Thats good. Gabsybeth. They should name one of their children that. Anyway, lots of love going round vday, lots of new couples, im quite shocked and reeling in disbelief over the sudden overwhelming love that's flourishing. Its so, unbelievable, and i hope it lasts. No honestly, i want these things to last, just so that the world might seem like a better place. Today was really fun in school, it was so slacky. Tang didnt come, so 2 free periods, and total defence day took up a period and all, so very short day. Then had vocal session with rachel ong, and i heard for the first time, my solo for the musical. My other solo wasnt ready yet though, but my first solo's quite nice. But i honestly dont like the tune and all, and the composer, oh gawsh. The composer could sing as well as an old woman choking on a shoe. Honestly, he sang really flatly, so i was quite inspired to make sure that when i sing it, i dont sound like this guy. He sounds like my uncle when he sings. My uncle suffers from slight alzheimers and parkinsons and has a throat infection and a permenant blocked nose. You can just imagine how wonderful his voice is. A migraine hit me around mid-morning, but it went away after a few hours. That blood clot better clear soon, or i'll go mad. We have flag day tomorow, that means the whole of sec 4 and 5 will be going around singapore with little pathetic tins with stickers, begging for the kindness of strangers to drop some coins inside that pathetic tin can. I swear its what homeless people do. Oh well, it'll be a good experience to know what homeless people feel like. Those poor buggers. I think this flag day hoopla is just crap, i mean cmon not like you're gonna collect thousands of dollars. People will give 10, 20 cents max, forget the crud bout people being generous and donating 50 cents, thats never gonna happen, cos we're all such stingy bastards that we cant give more than 20 damn cents. But hey, i cant blame em, i normally run away from those flag day people, with the exception of my occassional generous donation of 30 cents. Oh yes, 30. 10 more than 20. hey hey, i can add. See? My maths aint that bad. I know that 1+3 = Nebreska. Who doesnt know that right. Pfft. I am not gonna like tomorow, but oh well, it should be fun. Somehow. Oh and urm, i uploaded another video on youtube of me doing some impressions and beatboxing. Not my best impressions, im thinking of posting more vids of my voice impressions. Mm. Anyway, enjoy this one. He took her hand, and looked straight into her gleaming eyes, the stars were so beautiful that night, they shone just for her, every single star illuminated her beauty, a gentle breeze blew her hair accross her face, he held her hand firmly, with an assuring grip that said he'd never leave her. He thought what the heck, ask the bold question, " will you be mine?" Now or never ran through his mind, everything became slow, her eyes widened and she smiled, every last little bit of a second of that moment felt like hours, and he loved every moment of it, every second spent with her was a second of paradise, she held him close to her and pressed her lips onto his, and they locked in an embrace that felt like a lifetime, his dreams, his wishes, all lay in her eyes, everything had come true, with just one word, she made him fly, with just one word, she said a thousand, with just one word, she completed his life. "Yes." Ao Thursday, February 14, 2008, 10:30 PM You say it best, when you say nothing at all. Wow, crazy day. Crazy day. I dunno where to begin, valentine's today, and the school had about as much lovey dovey feelings as a car factory. Pfft what did i expect, im in a boys school. Even the gay guys didnt act all lovey. No one did. But all the girls schools were quite hyped about it, they gave each other flowers and chocolates. I want chocolates. ): Today, my screwed up school made us take our temperatures, so we had to bring our thermometers. Amongst everyone, 325 students forgot to bring their thermometers. And i was one of those. Peter tan and the whole disciplinary dudes kicked up a huge pain ass fuss about it, calling us irresponsible and bad influences. Pfft. Id like to see all the teachers bring their thermometers, i'll pay them a lifetime of doughnuts if they all bring it. And they punished us by making us do a 500 word essay about sars, bird flu,. and some new diesiese that sounds like a mexican dessert, and we have to write about how these viruses have affected singapore's economy and all sorts of bullshit. 325 students. 325 students with 500 word essays, it's gonna be so frustrating for them to mark all the essays. And we have till tomorow to do them. But see, i have no time, i just came back from dinner at this fancy ass place called big fish to celebrate my dad's birthday. Before that, caught jumper with lynn, well, its an alright movie, not really that wonderful, but i like the jumping effect, its pretty cool. And rachel bilson is really hawt. Anyway, i have to finish that damn essay by tomorow, and im gonna write really itsy bitsy small and untidy just to piss them off when they read it. hehe. Oh valentine's day, here's my top 10 favourite love songs all through the years, so you must go check them out if you're in that lovey mood. 10.Bon Jovi - I'll be there for you 9. Jason Mraz - Im yours 8. Brian McKnight - Back at one 7. Rod Stewart - That's all 6. Michelle Branch ft. Santanna - The game of love 5. Nicole Kidman & Ewan McGregoer - Come what may 4. Aerosmith - I dont wanna miss a thing 3. Jon McLaughlin - So close 2. Nat King Cole - L-O-V-E 1. Zac Efron, Nikki Blonsky, Elijah Kelly, & Amanda Bynes - Without Love There ya go, Andrew's top 10 love songs. I havent slept in 2 days, its annoying the hell outta me, i cant help but feel empty, i dunno, like the songs im listening to have become dry. Ah it just me. I got vocal session for the musical tomorow, should be fun. Before i forget, Happy valentine's day everyone. And lynnie, hope you like that bear i got you. (: And this is me, making a total fool of myself and singing on youtube, its really really stupid and i look horrible, but i thought, if i dont put it up now, i never will. I know the guitar sucks and all. And i dont sound very good here. And the quality sucks, blame youtube, something glitched. So, im off to do dumb ass essay, happy valentine's day once again. You say it best, when you say nothing at all. Ao Tuesday, February 12, 2008, 7:25 PM I feel like a hero inside my head. School's been dead boring. Rehearsels' been dead tiring. Ive been, dead. Anyway, the other day, our good extraterrestriel friend Mr Joel chee brought a hat to school, and he wore it in the most ridiculas way. No honestly, look. The only people i know who wear their hats in that manner are those old folks with arthritis who go down to the park to do aerobics work outs with underpaid frustrated trainees who probably had to choose between this job, and sweeping elephant dung. Most of those old folks have alhzeimer's and dementure. Thats a neuro-degenerative disorder that is found in people who have been abducted by other wordly beings. Ah hah. I found a connection. Today i was browsing through pictures of aliens cos i was so piss bored, and i honestly think ive found another picture of our friend joel chee. Honestly, it looks like him. That was him before all the horrid plastic surgery, pimple oil sprouts and the accident where he shoved his face into a sanding machine. And this is him after all that. With his oh so cool hat of course. And the hat he was wearing, it said "Jesus Hearts me" I shit you not. Anyway, if the pictures ive posted of joel chee have offened anyone, i am really really really sorry. I have to see his face all the time, and i loose my appetite, so what you're seeing is only 1 degree if his otherworldness. Sigh. Ok enough of chee before i become anorexic. Valentine's day is so near, and i dunno, im feeling this dread. But still, its gonna be fun. There's always love in the air on that day. And if you're a die hard hopeless romantic like i am, here's a sappy romantic picture. Go crazy. Love songs on cold long nights in the arms of the one you love, holding tightly on to cups of coffee to keep warm as you hold on to each other like there's no tomorow, and you find that happiness so few ever find, in the eyes of the one you know you want to spend forever and ever with. That's love. . . . . . Ao Monday, February 11, 2008, 9:22 PM The monster Silence Consciousness shadows waves emptied of life company conversation alone forever. Ao Sunday, February 10, 2008, 3:21 PM Most of all, its built to last. Me, Niki, sherilyn, christie-anne. Nik's birthday last night, went to her house for a bbq. She is one lucky person, she got so many things for her birthday. Spoilt brat. Headed down to borders yesterday cos i decided i needed a few more good books to bury myself in. and i got what wanted, bought crank by Ellen hopkins which is a really good book. Got the ghost's child by sonya hartnett, also a good book, and everything is illuminated by jonathan safran foer. Valentine's day is coming again, i got something planned. :) Gahh i cant help but dread valentine's day, but hey, this time it should be good. You know, im gonna use my ang pao monay and buy a fender American deluxe stratocaster "V" neck with a whammy bar. Its the sex. See. Aint she a beauty. Ah, well i gotta be off. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. Ao Ive been having nightmares again. I cant sleep again. Saturday, February 9, 2008, 1:57 AM She left before i had the chance to say. Ok, before i begin, i gotta say i just did the stupidest thing ever, i just wrote a really long blog post, but i accidentally deleted the whole thing, so now im gonna try and remember that blog post, and re-type it. Here i go. Well its been a very boring new year's. Same old things, same old talk, same old people, same young people. Day 1 Whole lot of visiting around, saw all the grannies and grandpapies. Collected 446 bucks! And i saw alot of family members i never saw before, or have seen eons ago, and i have very international cousins and uncles and aunties. There's cousin William from south africa, cousin Tess, she's from Germany, uncle Juan from Spain, British cousin Heath, (i think he's gay) , cousin Jill from Australia, Auntie Tomoko from japan, Uncle eric from New york, and cousin Reina, she's the product of auntie tomoko and uncle eric. So she's kinda, japamerican. I have one hella weird family. Theyre all over the globe. There was alot of gambling, Mah jong, i cant play for shits. All i know is there's a block with some squiggly lines on it, a block with a bird, and a block with a red dot. Thats all. Natalie's addicted to mah jong. She kept playing. See, shes like dazed. And this is from mom's side of da family. Chris, Sam, Natalie, me. And this is my super super super cute nephew benjamin, he's 11 months old. I swear hes super adorable and i love him so so much cos he wouldnt let go of me, and everytime he saw me, he'd stretch out his arms to touch me. And hes a very quiet baby,(like me) he doesnt make noise or cry. He just shuts up and looks at people. Smart boy Benjy. I like this photo. That was day 1. And went to ming's house in the night as usual. She was wearing a blue cheong sam. Haha she looked stupid. :p Day 2 Nothing the whole day, but in the night, went to a party at some parliament guy's house who is my dad's really good friend, and i swear hes a multi-millionaire. His house is as big as my school. And my school's pretty damn big. Dad and his band played for all the extravagent and weirdly dressed guests with jewelry so heavy round their neck, you can poke them and they'd fall over. And there were so many celebs, i saw Adrian Pang, Andrea DeCruz and Pierre peng, Alan wu and some liling woman, mark richmond, don richmond (he remembered me from 987!) and Brian Richmond, Beatrice chia and gurmit singh and family. I managed to sneakily take a photo of andrea decruz and pierre. Pierre Peng and Andrea DeCruz. You can roughly see them. I wouldve taken photos with the other celebs, but i forgot. pfft. Shoot me. The food was awesome, the drinks were awesome. It was awesome. This stuff is good man. Irish brew. Urm, you didnt see anything. And this guy has the nicest guitars. Woohoo! Thats a cherry red fender stratocaster. I think. And its signed by Mic Jagger if you can see it. Dad gave me a crash course in the guutar today, and i learned how to play the guitar today! I learned all the chords and i can play a couple of songs. And he made me sing during the party. pfft. No pressure. Singing in front of multi millionaires from all over the globe with really hot daughters. I swear. Hot people there. Not only girls, but guys too. Liz is so jealous cos she wanted to go. Woops. I forgot to invite her. :p Well Liz, remember i told you bout that aussie guy? His name's Kent and he's 17. She called me up halway through a song to rant about the duck. Sigh. The duck. See Liz, dont you see the signs. Shes in denial this woman. Yesterday, i found a rubber duck in my cupboard, gasp! I found a pic of me in central park, and guess what, i took a picture with a duck! Dont you see Liz? The signs. THE SIGNS! Dont Use Controlled Kangaroos. oh ma gawsh, that spells DUCK!! As you can see, im quite tired cos its 3 am now, and ive had a long day, and i have a flu, my nose is running, im coughing. bleugh. Im outta here. Peace. Ao Wednesday, February 6, 2008, 10:53 PM I'll tell you that i love you, in the best way that i can. Went to cage today to play soccer with my class. Awesome fun. I took pics and all, but i decided that none of them are worth posting. Dad dropped me off somewhere in the middle of kallang cos he didnt know where the cage was, so i walked all over the place to find it. When i got there, chiam, Amraesh and our very own joel chee was there. The moment i smelt something bad, i knew it was joel chee. Its unmistakable his smell. Then sam chew,wengs, gary, and colin came, we played for a bit, then chua and fried came, then we played match after match after match. My leg has so many injuries now. But it was fun. The cage is one cool place, although really inconvenient, there is no door leading to the cage, only this really gross, really sweaty disgusting narrow flap of an opening that leads to the pitch. Its like being born again everytime you walk through that opening if you know what i mean. But if thats what being born smells like, i think id rather die in the womb. And the fact that joel chee was running around and sweating and walking throgh that opening like crazy didnt make the thing smell like daisies. I realized one thing, joel chee doesnt stink. He stinks more. Yea stink is defined as smelling bad or having a disagreeable odour. Which means that you have to not stink to stink. But joel chee, never not stinks, he stinks 24/7. So he is defined as stink more. And i think i finally found joel chee when he landed on earth. Look. It looks like him dont you think? Wait what am i thinking, it IS him. Go home joel, go home. Please. You all remember ET? He wasnt cycling back home, he was running away from joel chee who was right behind him on a bicycle too. You can hear the disgust and panic in ET's voice when he says "ET go home!" He actually meant, "ET run away!" Anyway, then after playing for 4 hours, we were all so dead tired and Amraesh's toe was hurting like crazy. And i was supposed to go catch a movie with lynn but i was too too tired. Sorry lynnie! Just came back from reunion dinner which was quite pointless cos i meet these same bunch of people every sunday night for dinner. Ah chinese new year tomorow. Sigh. I have to bear with my grandma every sunday, and now i have to bear a whole army of grandmas in the next 2 days. Why? Blame singapore's ageing population, i have so many old old old ancient family members, and so few young ones. But hey, at least there'll be money in those red packets. And the food. Im getting sick of visiting all those people, every year they ask me the same questions, say the same things, talk about the same stuff. And i used to think it was fun. Pfft. How is it fun to go visiting old buggers and watch them age? And they always say, oh Andrew you have such nice skin, but you must better loose weight or you'll get a heart attack and die" Like, thanks grandma, but you're not getting younger yourself. Sigh. At least there's not school. Liz gave me these granola bars and told me to eat them whenever im hungry to curb my snacking needs. Apparently it helps you loose weight. Thaaaaanks lizzie. Alright, im gonna drift away in my music, i'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. Peace. Ao Tuesday, February 5, 2008, 6:50 PM I wanna run through the halls of my high school, i wanna scream at the top of my lungs. Enough, enough now. CNY celebrations today, i emceed and man, i dunno why i agreed to do it with ishaan. I made that mistake last year, and this year, im no smarter. Sigh. Well, when i went on stage and whenever i talked, people cheered, but for ishaan, everyone jeered. Which was quite funny and i couldnt help laughing. Its seriously hilarious to have a huge crowd boo at your partner, and cheer for you. No school tomorow cos peter tan decided to give us all a day off, so im proly gonna play cage with the class and out with lynn for a movie. Yuresh did his thing today, he sang a chinese song, and hes not bad, so wonderful. And then, a couple of china scholars went to do a stand up comedy show. Id rather have drunk ink. They were so not funny, they were actually un-funny. Then one of the guys sang something. He murdered the music. Murdered. So yea nothing much happened in the celebrations, same old boring things they do each year, same annoying chinese new year chinese songs that were made for people with down syndrome. Theyre so horrible, you can sing it even if you're tone deaf. ZHu xing nian, zhu xing nian. Whoever wrote that song must die. DIE. No school till next monday, hooray. No more annoying teachers that make me wanna pour cement into my ears. There are so many weird people around. So so so many. Like this guy in my class, his name's joel chee and ive known him since primary one cos he was the first friend i made then. Sigh joel chee. I swear, he is the most weird and ridiculasly abnormal. Everything he does is just extremely weird, the way he talks, the type of language he uses, and his face is always in this perpetual forced smile that makes him look like robocop's penis. I shit you not. And i cant stand him, i honestly cannot stand him, and he treats me like his best friend, and his voice when he talks just sounds so extranged and otherwordly, and when he talks to you, he must always touch you, his arm will be around you and he will go so near you. And the way he walks, his arm gestures, everything about him is just so weird. And he has like 57983 pimples on his face, and he's dirty and disgusting and he digs his nose and eats the glubby crap that comes out from his even more disgusting nose, and his breath can move mountains. And his smell, oh his smell, you wont believe his smell, his smell is so undescrible and so unbelievable and so repelling, you wont believe how smelly it is until you smell it yourself. His smell can only be described and labelled by a bunch of random letters thrown together to form some unpronouncable word such as, "ajfirkxn" Yea its so disgusting, there is no name yet invented to describe it. He is the filthiest and most disgusting living object ever to walk this earth. This message is going out to all aliens out there in space, please take joel chee back onto your planet, i think we've had enough of him here on out little planet earth, he's caused global warming and caused the hole in the ozone layer when he landed on earth, so please, thank you for your gift, but please, take this sewege dweller back. Sigh. OK im done with my rant. Im calm now. Sorry i know im not myself. Well im not feeling like myself. Im outta here. seeyuh. Ao [EDIT] Ok, here we go, i have a picture of him. Now, if you're pregnant or have a weak heart, then please take my advice and dont see this picture. Ready? Alright. Last chance to turn away. Ladies and gentlemen.. introducing.. the sewege dweller phantom, Mr joel chee from pluto. WARNING. Do not stare at picture for more than 10 seconds. If so, take precautionary actions, run eyeballs under cold water for 10 minutes, if eyeballs are inflamed and or swollen, apply butter on affected eye. if symptoms persist, see a doctor. CAUTION. Picture can cause permenant or temporary blindness. Sunday, February 3, 2008, 10:48 PM Im standing down myself, counting up the years. I helped liz spice up her shoes. Its not plain and boring and white anymore. Just pics. No words. Chris and liz came over. Not really in the mood for much. You get the drift. Carry on, as if nothing really matters. Carry on. . . . . Ao		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. 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