[ jeremiah chan ]

Backpacking Round Asia

2007-08-08T22:32:00.000+08:00

There we have it. A portion of the many photos we took during the trip round Asia after painstakingly uploading them.

Disclaimer: Tiow Hong, being camera shy, was the photographer the whole time.

Recap:

Singapore - JB - KL - Port Klang - Tg Balai - Tg Leidong (Veron's Kampong) - Tg Balai -

Lake Toba! - Tg Balai - Port Klang - KL - Butterworth - Bangkok - Singapore.

6 of us. The start of the journey. We took a coach from JB at 11 at night and reached KL at "4 in the morning".

At 4am, KL Sentral was deserted. Since we had all the space in the world, we spilled our barang barang all over the place.

Day 2 of the journey. We took the MRT from KL sentral to Port Klang. We reached Port Klang at 8am. The lack of proper sleeping conditions prompted us to check into a motel to spend our next 3-4hrs or so resting.

We checked into Hotel Embassy. The signboard's rather small, just like the rooms.

There you go.

On the ferry to Tanjong Balai, Indonesia! Xy, beside me, appears to be amused by something I don't know what.

Captain's cabin. Entry granted by Veron whose Dad owns the ferry company.

Btw, Tanjong Leidong ahoy!

Just one part of Veron's Indo mansion. The house was too big to fit into one picture.

Thumbs up! We describe how excellent eating seafood everyday for every meal was.

(Note: Little girl in the middle's Veron's sister. Name's Vanessa.)

We walked around the kampong after dinner so that we can get exposure to the kampong life.
The games Indonesian kids play in their kampong. Pole dancing. Veron's favourite.

Dilapidated huts the villagers live in.

If you can't see, the villagers were all looking at us as we walked past. They all seem to know we don't belong there. My other friends are able to accept the stares but not me. I felt extremely irritated.

The village's very own fashion boutique. Tiow Hong got a fashionable tee for about $5.

Surprise! They play pool too. Though the cues aren't straight and the balls aren't exactly round.

Vanessa's Kindergarten. Quite a good place apparently.

We ride bikes without licenses as well! Uber cool. Ginny tried some stunts but failed.

See figure 1.1

Figure 1.1

That is why your mum always says:"I told you so!"

Day 3.

On another ferry to Veron's dad's rice factory and theatre house.
"I hate mosquitoes" written all over my face.

We visited a prawn farm owned by Veron's father yet again!

Here we terrorized little shrimps by scooping them out of the water and shaking the living hell out of them before throwing back.

The interior of a bird nest "building". In Indo, people build such buildings to attract the swiftlets to build their nests in them. No prizes for guessing who owns the building.

Nice sia!

Goodbye Tg Leidong!

Lake Toba! Lake water isn't salty. Something I've learnt. -_-"

Rays from the sun shines from above the hills onto the morning dew which formed the little rainbow. Awesome.

Our resort was in the hills and the temperature was low. Everyone were in good spirits. I'm sorry was grumpy.

Hangtime!

Eat and eat! Bottomless pit.

We rented paddle boats at the beach! Captain of this boat, Chua Tiow Hong. An absolute rare sighting of him.

Captain the other boat, Ash.

We had fun with jet skies too. Veron and Tiow Hong share one. And, yes. He posed. Though not shown in the photo, Tiow Hong's butt slipped at the sudden acceleration of the jet ski.

Our stuff under a giant Mushroom. I was drinking Fanta, a red coloured drink which tastes like cough syrup. I prefer Teh Botol.

Last night at Lake Toba, we had steamboat.

All Blacks. Oh, another rare sighting of our photographer! He doesn't look impressed we took his picture. He prefers to be mysterious...

All reds. My face makes up for the white on my shirt.

Veron didn't come along with us for the rest of the trip. Therefore, us Singaporeans were without our trump card and were treated like dirt. See what they offered us for lunch. My packet, not taken to hide further abuse, did not contain any fish. I only had rice, cucumber and ikan bilis.

Back to Port Klang.

We travelled by train back to KL where we lived in a motel just above Chinatown.

Our detour to KLCC.

At last! We're on a train to Butterworth where we would spend a good 6 hrs before we take another train to Bangkok. We got sleeper class tickets and my 'bunk' was above Ash's.

Xy's bunk was above Ginny's and we couldn't be bothered to take a picture of Tiow Hong's bunk.

Transit at Butterworth. We reached at 6 in the morning. The train to Bangkok leaves at 2 in the afternoon. So we checked into another motel and rested.

Walking around Penang. Apparently nothing much to see.

Back at the train station.

Butterworth-Bangkok. We didn't know the journey by train would take 21 hrs.

I posed for an emo shot.

The pain from Ginny's leg was getting into her so much, you can see it from her face. The guys didn't think much of it though..

Finally!! After 21 hrs, we've reached our final destination - Bangkok.

Next task: find our hotel, check in, get out, find Siam Square and find John.

First task completed!

Second task completed without much hassle too.

John, our tour guide round Thailand, was as relieved as us now that we've arrived safely.

First things first, we had to do some damage control to our stomachs since leaving Tg Leidong.

We haven't had proper food since then.

Group photo in front of Siam Square's fountain.

We watched 'Transformers' there. It'll probably be the last time I watch a movie in Thailand. Their adverts are super long and in Thai! Harry Potter's 5th movie was coming out and as such, the cinema area was kinda propped with characters from the book. Ash took a photo with you-know-who.

Whereas I, took a photo with Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix.

A sign we saw in a taxi. It might have other meanings but from what we interpreted, it meant 'no farting'.

Thailand International Airport, or so I think it is called. Notice the green plastic bag. Inside contained a pair of Manutd shorts and pillow which costed $60 Sgd. I lost the whole bag. I was quite depressed after that.

We took Tiger Airways home. A perfect end to a budget holiday.

Home sweet home.

Home Sweet Home!

2007-07-10T01:55:00.000+08:00

Back! and tiiiired.. The trip was marvellous, too awesome to describe.

Singapore - KL - Port Klang - Tanjong Balai - Tanjong Leidong - Tanjong Balai - Lake Toba! - Tanjong Balai - Port Klang - KL - Butterworth - Bangkok! - Singapore.

It's mad, hectic, exhaustive but fun! I loved every single moment of it. I want to do it all over again if I could. I'll report everything in full detail when I get the photos.

Just got home. Gotta go sleep. Driving lesson tmr at 9am. Madness.

Why Worry?

2007-06-26T00:55:00.000+08:00

There are two things in life to worry about;
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well then there's nothing to worry about.
But if you're sick then there are 2 things to worry about.
Either you get well or you will die.
If you get well then there's nothing to worry about.
If you die, there are only 2 things to worry about;
Either you will go to heaven, or you will go to hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.
But if you go to hell, you'll be so busy shaking hands with friends, you won't have time to worry.

Hermon Boat Trip (21st-23rd May)

2007-06-03T21:30:00.001+08:00

The first morning.

Luwin shouldn't bother about his phone.

The island's so remote, there's no reception.

God separated the light from darkness.

The light was called 'day', darkness called 'night'.

There was evening, and there was morning.

The first day.

Suit up!

From left (myself, Liquan & Lenith, David)

The island of Paradise.

Ooooh!

Focus not on David but the water.
The dark portions in the water signal the bottom.
Crystal clear.

Breakfast.
From left (Jingyang, Kelvin, Luwin, myself, Christina)

The 3 lovely ladies.
Elsa screams "help!"

The water was so inviting, we had to jump...

... from 3 storeys down!
Jingyang, second from left in previous picture, tried a dive.

See where it ended him (second from left again).

All of us. I'll just have to name each one.

From left (Lester, John & Christina, Myself, Daniel,

Victor, Jane, Kelvin, Jingyang, David, Albina, Lenith & Liquan,

Bernice, Elsa, Gim Mui, Dawn with Inez, Serina, Luwin, Jason, Eric.)

Beach Football!

Hermon Beach Football team.
Man with ball, man of the match, one of the White Manta crew.

Daniel and I. Suited up and ready to go!

Night Dive.

See you later alligator!

A great photo albeit the bikini babe with stomach ripples.

Lenith and I.

Our half grins show the amount of food in our mouths

Jack Rock!

Au Revoir!

Off to Cleaner Waters.

2007-05-21T15:21:00.000+08:00

Goodbye, dirty Singapore waters!

I can't wait to get my eyes on paradise.

White Manta.

2007-05-15T01:00:00.000+08:00

Next Monday. This Boat.

The MV White Manta!

Bunks

Dining area

I seriously meant to take a picture of the hull.

I didn't realize the two green stuff at the sides until I got home

and looked at it carefully.

Lounge...

...equipped with TV and DVD player!

Sun-deck. Divemaster Jimmy in black, Rescue diver Daniel in white.

I'm only an advanced diver.

View of Harbourfront Centre and The Carribean @ Keppel Bay from Keppel Marina on board The White Manta.

Wet suits; Longies and shorties.

Air tanks.

Destination: Pulau Aur.

Next Monday can't come sooner.

Pilot Test.

2007-05-08T13:37:00.000+08:00

This Thursday. 8am. RSAF Careers Centre.

Mission: To pass a psychomotor test.

I don't fear the test. I fear the failure of it. Psycho(mental)motor(physical) test. In other words, its a test of reflexes. To see how fast and accurately my fingers can dance to whatever they ask me to do. I can't do that! Only Shane Schofield can! The Scarecrow.

Unfortunately, I'm not the Scarecrow... However, I do wish I could be the Scarecrow for a day and just cruise the test.

The pride of Manchester.

2007-04-30T02:29:00.000+08:00

Rooney and Ronaldo.

Work in Church? Yes, please.

2007-04-23T12:36:00.000+08:00

The offer hasn't been officially been made. However, there's no need to discuss any offer. I'll take it! Working in church means working with CHRISTIANS in a CHRISTIAN environment. Which CHRISTIAN would pass up a chance to do so? Now that Daniel's there full time, Luwin has also been offered the job and Shani's around, it'll be great. I'll start writing editorals too.

My offer to help in Sunday School has been taken into consideration. If my place in the church office is successful, I'll help in the Hermon Children's Fellowship too. That way, I'll be full time doing God's work, something I'll relish.

My good friend, meow meow.

2007-04-19T22:24:00.000+08:00

I happened to bump into him again. This time with Jason.

Looking at Jason. "Whatzup small fart?"

His eyes, very fascinating. One blue, one brown.

Reds and Whites.

2007-04-18T23:50:00.000+08:00

Reds

Kendall Jackson Collage, 2002
Tyrell's Old Winery, 2004
Rochford Latitude, 2003
Jim Barry's The Cover Drive, 2004
Kooyong, 2001
Cullen, 2004
Casa Lapostolle, 2004
Vina Albali, 1995

Click and drag to view more wines.

Whites

Pencarrow, 2006
Palliser Estate, 2005
Wither Hills, 2006
Saint Clair, 2006
William Ferve, 2005
Cape Mentelle, 2006
Tempus Two Pewter, 2006
St Hallet, 2005
David Treger, 2005
La Poussie, 2004

These are the wines we ought to try, John.

Driving practicals.

2007-04-12T22:25:00.000+08:00

Driving's fun. Very fun indeed. And very scary. Even more scary than sitting on rollercoasters but... it's a different sort of fear. You're afraid you'd fall off while riding a coaster whereas when you drive, you're afraid you'd damage the instructor's car or worse still crash horrifically. Well, there're many fears in driving. Too many to think of. You're afraid of stalling the car, afraid of holding the traffic on a single lane road during peak hours in the morning when people are rushing to work. Afraid they'll curse and swear at you, afraid they'll label you a "stupid learner", "newbie who stalls cars", "unintentional road hog"... whatever.

Situation 1

Instructor:"Huan ya (gear), an yu (step the accelerator)."

I don't say anything for fear of saying something I don't mean. I just do as he says.
Traffic light turns red.

Instructor:"Fang yu, (release accelerator), gear fang kosong (shift gear stick into neutral), an brake."

Did so.
Light beginning to turn green soon.

Instructor:"An clut (step the cluTCH he means), gear fang yi hao (change to first gear), an yu. Ran hou clut man man fang (then slowly release the cluTCH not clut mr instructor)."

Did so. And my car moved off...until it reached a pedestrain crossing. Piece of shit. I'd have to go over the process again.

I looked into the rear view mirror and swore in the language the instructor could understand.
He looked at me amused. I tried to produce the stuff I did at the previous stop but couldn't. The car spluttered and stalled in disagreement of my sequence of steps. Damned, I tried again but my stupid feet couldn't stop trembling. Hence, the car couldn't get into gear so it died again. By now the number of cars behind mine were increasing by the second.

The instructor, now realizing my fear, "Bu yao guan qi ta de (don't give a shit about the others), ni jia ni de (just drive)."

That certainly relieved some stress. The third time was good and I quickly moved over to allow the cars behind me to move along.

Situation 2

Left turn ahead. I signal left, look into the rear and side mirrors and check my blind spot. Hurray! Well done Jerry! You nailed it! Marvellous stuff. Car about to U-turn into my path ahead. I start to brake but I hear a

"bu yao an brake, kao lu juan (don't hit the brakes, turn according to the road.)"

I do so. Then the idiot car U-turned at speed right into my lane. TMD. I thought I'd show him who's the ah beng driver so I stepped the accelerator to try to get ahead of him. The instructor felt danger immediately just as the thought flashed through so he yanked the handbrake.

The idiot car zoomed past. I escape death.

See, driving's fun. And scary.

Hallelujah, He is RISEN.

2007-04-09T00:00:00.000+08:00

In Christ alone, my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the power of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! - who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His, and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.

Thank You, Jesus.

2007-04-07T00:33:00.000+08:00

How Deep the Father's Love for Us,
how vast beyond all measure,
that He should give His only Son,
to make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
the Father turns His face away,
as wounds which mar the Chosen One,
bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon a cross,
my sin upon His shoulders,
ashamed, I hear my mocking voice,
call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there,
until it was accomplished,
His dying breath has brought me life,
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything,
no gifts, no power, no wisdom,
but I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer,
but this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Finally !

2007-04-05T12:54:00.001+08:00

After 3 unsuccessful COE bids, it is down to just 7-10 days. That's what 5th aunt said it'll take for the car to come. YES! yesyesyesyesyesyes!!! So now, there's an extra incentive for me to quickly pass driving.

P.S. John, when I start driving, I'll let you have a go. Cuz I, unlike you, am kind. ;)

And it just gets worse.

2007-03-30T19:49:00.000+08:00

Jiayi's friend, Alex, 16, "How old are you?"
me:"19+, 20?"
Alex:" Wah! So old."
me:"what? come on!"

20 years old ain't old.

Elfin:"Hoi! Long time no see."
me:"Hi, how're you?"
Elfin:"Good good. You look different."
me:"Siao ah, how can I look different?"
Elfin:"Got got, your face like change. Like look older, not so boy boy anymore."

Enter Mikhail

Mikhail:"Yah, you see Elfin. He's 29 but don't look 29. You're 20 but look like 29."
me:"kaypo." (pissed)

Growing old.

2007-03-28T15:34:00.000+08:00

Mikhail:"How old are you?"
me:"19+ turning 20?"
Mikhail:"Don't bluff! You are 24 or 25."
me:"?!?!?!"

Suddenly, I find myself enjoying coffee. The ones I like best are the extremely bitter ones without sugar or milk and, I happened to like them overnight without any need to acquire the taste. Maybe my taste buds are getting old.

I find myself getting tired even more easily and it makes me mad. My younger brother can sing dumb songs the whole day without the need for rest.

Everybody will grow old some day. I might agree that I have grown old but I really don't need the symptoms.

Dive, Drive, Jive.

2007-03-24T00:51:00.000+08:00

YES! Finally, after 1 1/2 years, my diving license has arrived. AND, it ain't going to be a white elephant in my wallet. I'm gonna dive!! and soon!! Daniel says the YACG are gonna organize a boat trip on the 21st - 23rd May!! Woohoo!!! omg omg omg omg... Fishies, Jerry's coming..

What's more, I'm gonna drive too!! Vroom vroom!! Then I'm gonna beat the red lights, speed cameras...knock some old lady down, horn at some learner drivers so as to help them fail their driving test and the list goes on...(nah, kidding.)

I've got my PDL I'm ready to go...
The car should be here, if not for COE
I hate to wait but I don't have a choice.

Cuz I'm leaving on a car, don't know when I'll be back again.

Jesus Freaks

2007-03-19T22:42:00.000+08:00

Cell group leader Luwin passed me this book titled "Jesus Freaks". Nope, the book isn't about Jesus freaking people He met during his ministry but rather, people who are Freaks about Jesus. This book has recorded the stories of many Christian martyrs who were persecuted and have willingly gave up their lives for God.

I've picked out a few stories to share.

"More Love to Thee"

Pastor Kim and his congregation
North Korea
1950s

For years, Pastor Kim and 27 of his flock of Korean saints had lived in hand-dug tunnels beneath the earth. Then, as the Communists were building a road, they discovered the Christians living underground.

The officials brought them out before a crowd of 30,000 in the village of Gok San for a public trail and execution. They were told, "Deny Christ, or you will die." But they refused.

At this point the head Communist officer ordered four children from the group seized and had them prepared for hanging. With ropes tied around their small necks, the officer again commanded the parents to deny Christ.

Not one of the believers would deny their faith. They told the children, "We will soon see you in heaven." The children died quietly.

The officer then called for a steamroller to be brought in. He forced the Chirstians to lie on the ground in its path. As its engine revved, they were given one last chance to recant their faith in Jesus. Again they refused.

As the steam roller began to inch forward, the Christians began to sing a songthey had often sung together. As their bones and bodies were crushed under the pressure of the massive rollers, their lips uttered the words:

"More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee,
Thee alone I seek, more love to Thee
Let sorrow do its work, more love to Thee
Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise
This be the parting cry my heart shall raise
More love, O Christ, to Thee."

The execution was reported in the North Korean press as an act of suppressing superstition.

"Her Last Prayer"

Girl
16-17 years old
Asia
1970s

The Communist soldiers had discovered their illegal Bible study.

As the pastor was reading from the Bible, men with guns suddenly broke into the home, terrorizing the believers who had gathered there to worship. The Communists shouted insults and threatened to the Kill the Christians. The leading officer pointed his gun at the pastor's head. "Hand me your Bible," he demanded.

Reluctantly, the pastor handed over his Bible, his prized possession. With a sneer on his face, the guard threw the Word of God on the floor at his feet.

He glared at the small congregation. "We will let you go," he growled, "but first, you must spit on this book of lies. Anyone who refuses will be shot." The believers had no choice but to obey the officer's order.

A soldier pointed his gun at one of the men. "You first."

The man slowly got up and knelt down by the Bible. Reluctantly, he spit on it, praying, "Father, please forgive me." He stood up and walked to the door. The soldiers stood back and allowed him to leave.

"Okay, you!" the soldier said, nudging a woman forward. In tears she could barely do what the soldier demanded. She spat only a little, but it was enough. She too was allowed to leave.

Quietly, a young girl came forward. Overcome with love for her Lord, she knelt down and picked up the Bible. She wiped off the spit with her dress. "What have they done to Your Word? Please forgive them," she prayed.

The Commmunist soldier put the pistol to her head. Then he pulled the trigger.

I've read half the book and some stories anger me. However, all of them put me to shame. Would I, likewise, put my life before my Lord in such trying circumstances? The spirit says yes but the body is weak.

I think its time I start serving in ministries. I ought to do some mission work too. A former classmate of mine sacrificed a UT to do missions work in some SEA country where preaching the gospel is forbiddened. When he came back, I asked him "Aren't you afraid they'd persecute you?" I can't remember his reply but it was something like "Persecute lor." I'll always remember him as the most polite, well-mannered and righteous person in RP. When I see him, I see Jesus through him. I want to be like that. I want to be a Jesus Freak.

Animals: Horned Lizards

2007-03-10T14:41:00.000+08:00

Horned lizards are bizarre, spiny, ant-eating lizards unlike any other lizards in North America. The reason why I decided to research on this unique animal is because of Animal Planet's "Weird Creatures". Horned Lizards were the topic of the show and the talking point was about their defence mechanisms. I found them pretty amazing so I'd like to share about them.

There're many different species of Horned Lizards living all over Texas. The Regal Horned Lizard, the Texas Horned Lizard and the Desert Horned Lizard are some of the 14 species currently recognized. However, we would only be using the Texas Horned Lizard for today's research.

Texas Horned Lizard

The Texas Horned Lizard has 3 different defence mechanisms. The first, being camouflage. As you know, the land in Texas consists mostly of sand and rocks. The Texas Horned Lizard is designed in such a special way that from far, it looks like a dead leaf. You can see the line in the center of it's body and the markings on either side gives predators the idea of a leaf. It can also puff its body such that it looks like a rock.

There you go, it puffs itself up upon sensing danger.

Which bring us to the second defence mechanism, it's numerous sharp spines. When it feels threatened, it fills it's body with air and blows itself up such that the spines on it's body are erect. It also has a crown of thorns above its head which makes the predator think twice about attacking it.

Crown of thorns

The third defence mechanism is the most mind-blowing technique any animal can ever have. Only used as a last resort to scare predators away, the Horned Lizard squirts blood from its eye and onto the predator's face. Hell, that would be enough to scare any predator away. The hosts of the show were trying to find out where did the blood come from and how the lizard forces it out of its eye.

Swelled eyelid, blood inside.

Using high-speed cameras and a dog to provoke the lizard, the crew tried to agitate the lizard such that it would squirt blood out of its eye. They kinda suceeded and after replays from the high-speed camera slowing down the whole process of the lizard squirting blood from its eye, the hypothesis formed was that when the lizard was in distress, blood was being pumped into its head. Then, excess blood was collected under its eyelids causing it to swell. Finally after too much blood is being stored, it squirts out under pressure at the predator's face. Cool huh.

And that's why the Horned Lizard isn't one animal you'd want to play with.

Trivia: Did you know the Texas Horned Lizard can eat 45 ants per minute?

No Justice Shown!

2007-03-07T02:01:00.000+08:00

I refer to the Straits Times 6th of March, Home section front page which screams
"ANIMAL ABUSE!!!"

Poor Siberan Husky! It's extremely unlucky to have such owners who do not understand it. The situation was rather complicated but it involved the dog biting a woman's hand. Her fiance, in turn reached for a bamboo stick and repeatedly beat the poor creature while it was chained up! Its not only inhumane, its vicious, brutal, sadistic and criminal!

"The court was told the beating had been so severe, the dog howled in pain and neighbours had to shout at Pam(accused) to get him to stop."

Reading the piece of unfortunate was rather depressing and saddening. More so after learning that the wicked man's sentence was only the paying of the medical bills of the dog and rehab at SPCA because the judge says "the beating was not premeditated as the dog had bitten the hand of the accused's girlfriend." Maybe the judge didn't consider it wasn't the victim that retaliated but instead, her fiance. Maybe he didn't consider the dog's owners not fully understanding the dog. Maybe the dog was provoked and that's why it bit.

I suggest the man be leashed to a grille and flogged. That would be justice done.

Manutd--> Criminals, John O'Shea --> Thief

2007-03-05T01:06:00.000+08:00

I can't help but laugh to myself. I been doing that all day today. That is, when I think about Manutd's smash and grab win over Liverpool yesterday. Isn't it just marvellous to be a fan of Manchester United, the greatest football club in the world, in times like these? Manutd, under heavy pressure from the Kop, playing with 10 men after 85 mins, scoring a goal in injury time against the run of play? I've been watching replays after replays of the goal O'Shea scored. After each one I shake my head and think, poor Liverpool. Unbeaten at home since October 2005, here came mighty ManU and in a flash, stole victory.

It's been like this for the past few matches:

Lille 0-1 Manutd (Giggsy scores a quick controversial free kick in the 82nd which prompted Lille players to stage a walkout.)

Fulham 1-2 Manutd (McBride puts Fulham ahead but Giggs equalizes for United. We then snatch victory through Ronaldo who skins 3 defenders en route to goal in the 88th.)

Reading 2-3 Manutd (United up 3-0 in 6mins. What more to say? We slacken, Reading clawed back 2 and smacked one against the bar. whew..)

Liverpool 0-1 Manutd (Shots: Liverpool,14 Manutd,4. Corners: liverpool,12 manutd,2. Scholes sent off on 85 mins. 90+1 min, Ronaldo drills in a free kick, goalie spills the ball, O'Shea hammers it into the net.)

It's criminal, I tell you, the way we win games. But that's what makes ManUtd. We do things the hard way.

Purr-ple

2007-03-02T21:18:00.000+08:00

Ha! My blog has undergone a lil' renovation. Re-painted and revamped. Hope it looks better than before..

Credit to John for giving me the colour code.

2007-02-28T23:30:00.000+08:00

I'm back at pierside and I don't like it. But I have no choice unless MOE accepts my application as a relief teacher. All the full-timers I knew have gone and now, there's a fresh batch of full-timers plus a trainee. I'm not noob but I feel like one. Though I haven't been working for a year, I still feel jaded. I need something new and refreshing. I need to do lotsa things, make myself busy. To fill up the sudden gap which I used to spend a lot of time on in my life. To make me forget things. To make me not feel sad.

Btw, I saw my meowmeow again after over a week. His previously snow white fur on his head has turned grey leading me to suspect he's been taking cover at night under vehicles in the carpark. Poor creature. I headed straight to the petrol kiosk to get some cat food only for him to reject it. So I led it to my home but he stopped following me after I entered the lift. Damn. I would have given him a bath. It's quite sad to imagine it sleeping under cars and breathing in their smog and lying on oil and, what if it gets run over? It's unimaginable for me. I MUST take it home someday.

post-cny

2007-02-25T21:48:00.000+08:00

It's high time I do constructive work. I've been slacking ever since graduation. I've just submitted a relief teaching application to MOE, requested to go back to pierside and applied for the Marmalade Pantry. I've also applied for driving and I'm kinda tempted to further my diving license. Since I'll never ever have so much time again after I enlist, which I still don't know when, I'd better do the things I always wanted to do. So far, the stuffs I've been wanting to do are major possibilities I'll be able to do except, working with animals.

I would be fulfilling my dream to become a teacher; if I find that I love teaching, I could pursue that as a career. I would become a driver, that is, if I don't enlist so soon. I already am a certified diver, I just want to further my license. I would have a part-time job as a waiter, so I would be earning money. However, the ultimate thing I'd like best to happen is for AVA to accept my application. Then, I'd be able to travel to Aussie and study veterinary science!

I'd have to pray about it and for it but still, I'll have to submit to God's will.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

2007-02-18T22:09:00.000+08:00

I've noticed the usual pre-CNY hype seem to have died down quite a bit. It's rather sad cuz I used to look forward to the festivities when I was younger. Maybe I've grown old already.. hah.

Anyway, CNY's eve was already fun on it's own. I started the morning playing football with Josh and his uni friends at Aunty Grace's condo. My writing about this event, or nonevent, would have stopped if not for his perfectly timed, matrix mode, ball-before-self, last gasp sliding tackle through the waterlogged pitch on me en route to goal. I escaped unscathed but my unluckier brother fell victim to a horrid abrasion. With pus and blood oozing from his wound, he somehow managed to drive us home. From then on, his wound trickled pus even after dressing. That's why your mum would tell you not to play football the day before CNY.

The afternoon was a complete nonevent because I fell asleep teaching Jason science. I woke, grumpy and grouchy because my family was having a debate as to where we ought to have dinner. We decided on Vivo but not the actual dining outlet. So we walked along the waterfront, stopping by a Northern Indian restaurant called Go India. Mum says no, so we walked... into this Brazilian restaurant called Carnivore. It didn't ambience didn't lift my mood in any way in fact, it got worse cuz we sat at the alfresco, found that it was too humid, got a waiter to prepare a table for us inside, went inside, Josh complained it was too cold, went outside again, Dad,"You can't tahan cold ah?", finally went back inside and sat down. We already were painful customers without ordering the food. heh.

Oh but the food was marvelous. I got my plate, walked toward the buffet tables and saw peas with carrots...onion rice...rocket salad...olives...broccoli...and other veggies. My first thought was "shit, is that all?!" I took 2 of whatever was offered and went back to my seat. But then! while eating, chefs toting knives and kebabs of different meats came outta the kitchen, to our table and offered us the finest cuts of cattle. Thick, succulent, pieces of meat started loading onto my plate one after another. Woo! Beef ribs, pork shoulder, honey ham, roasted lamb...you name it, they have it. Now, I realize the significance of the name of the restaurant. There were fruits and a chocolate fountain for dessert but that was child's play.

We headed down to Lau Pa Sat for grass jelly after a stroll round Vivo and another argument of whether to squeeze with the crowd in Chinatown and snatch stuffs with people. Naturally, I opted for Lau Pa Sat. I was a long time since I last stepped into dad's office and we had time before midnight so we took a lift up UOB Tower 2. I lost a little weight in Dad's office toilet and took a little longer than usual while enjoying the ambience.:) After testing the office's coffee machine and stealing a few drinks and sweets, we left for One Esplanade via The Fullerton Hotel. I was clad in a polo shirt, berms and slippers.

We caught the fireworks, walked back to Lau Pa Sat to the car and left for home. The night could have ended on a sweet note if not for Sir Alex Ferguson's ruining it. Manutd fielded a weakened side that drew 1-1 with Reading. Needless to say, I had trouble sleeping. Well, it kinda evens out the whole night's fun and excitement.

Feline.

2007-02-14T12:52:00.000+08:00

I've made a new friend. Male, white (but not caucasian), has different coloured eyes (one blue, one green) and extremely playful. He's kinda cute but try not to fall for him.

Meow meow having dinner. Well, supper rather considering the time.

Mr Snow White licking his paws, ignoring my camera.

Still licking paws but we can't see this one though.

"Meow meow, play with the keys!" He knows how to but just doesn't want to.

Goodnight! Meow meow goes home. Not mine, but I'll show him my home one day and see if he likes the environment. He'll be welcomed to stay. :)

Graduated.

2007-02-12T01:24:00.000+08:00

It's all over. No more worries, no more stress.

For now only.

High Tea Graduation Ceremony

Xy, me, Chilin, Ash (from left to right)

Girl in scarf, our best friend.

Chilin always has the widest smile, which unfortunately also means she has the largest mouth.

Man (kelvin tan), second from right, is feeling proud and gorgeous.

For health reasons, please do not stare excessively.

2007-01-11T13:42:00.000+08:00

The past 3 years of my life was a computer game. The sort of 3rd person RPG game whereby the character the player was controlling was to do what was supposed to do. Things like the basic necessities and majority of it going to school.

Example: Character wakes up and eats breakfast. Then he catches the bus and train to school. Stays in school from 8.30am to 4pm, Monday to Friday. He plays soccer occasionally on Saturdays and goes to church on Sundays. He does this for 3 years but as the years go by, the need for him to go to school everyday cuts down to 4 days then 3 days after each year.

The game sounds a bit like "The Sims" though I haven't played it yet. However in this game, the character is myself. I am playing myself. The game is so monotonous that now, finally when it is coming to an end, I find myself hooked to that monotony and I can't break out of it.

3 years is a very long time. Suddenly I am bored of science, even with its everchanging nature. I haven't thought of what to do. There're a couple of options I have laid out for myself; the highest possible one being a teacher. Otherwise, I'd just slug it out being a researcher. If not, there's still the outside chance of becoming a pilot. God has blessed me with perfect vision for my entire life (although only 19 yrs) in SINGAPORE so hopefully the army would recognise that and give me a chance.

I don't want to graduate. The thought of it scares me. Even though I don't like RP, at least there is a daily timetable for me to follow. One thing I'd definitely miss would be going into the staff office and greeting all the facilitators as if they were my friends. haha.. Still, the future is extremely uncertain. But I still hold dear to God's promise in Jeremiah 29:11 '"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future."

Satan's Meeting

2006-12-13T22:43:00.000+08:00

Satan's meeting (read even if you're busy)

Satan called a worldwide convention of demons. In his opening address he said,

"We can't keep Christians from going to church."

"We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth."

"We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their savior."

"Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken."

"So let them go to their churches; let them have their covered dish dinners, but steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship with Jesus Christ."

"This is what I want you to do", said the devil:

"Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"

"How shall we do this?" his demons shouted.

"Keep them busy in the nonessentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered.

"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."

"Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles."

"Keep them from spending time with their children."

"As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"

"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice."

"Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive."

"To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblicalmusic constantly."

"This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."

"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."

"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day." "Invade their driving moments with billboards."

"Flood their mail boxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs,sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products , services and false hopes."

"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives."

"Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."

"Give them headaches too!"

"If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere."

"That will fragment their families quickly!"

"Give them Santa Claus to distract them from teaching their children the real meaning of Christmas."

"Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk about his resurrection and power over sin and death."

"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive."

"Have them return from their recreation exhausted."

"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on God's creation."

"Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead."

"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"

"And when they meet for spi ritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences."

"Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus."

"Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause."

"It will work!"

It was quite a plan! The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more busy and more rushed, going here and there. Having little time for their God or their families. Having no time to tell others about the power of Jesus to change lives.

So the question is, has the devil been successful at his scheme? You be the judge! Does "busy" mean:

B-eing

U-nder

S-atan's

Y-oke?

O Lord, is it your will?

2006-11-12T19:31:00.000+08:00

Everything I want, I don't get. Well I'm not refering to materials like clothes or money but things that regard my future. I've been hardworking this sem, so why do I get grades I don't deserve? Quoting the famous "Special One", Jose Mourinho, "I am happy when the team doesn't play well and lose because we deserved to lose. But I am unhappy when we play well and yet we lose because the best team didn't win. I am unhappy because we deserved to win but did not win."

Long-winded as he may sound, but that is exactly how I am feeling right now. I used to think he was just bitter but now it makes sense. I've studied hard, prepared well, but the results aren't reflecting what I've done. I "deserved a win" but instead, have "lost undeservedly".

Maybe there is a conclusion to be drawn from this. I am not cut out for science. Though I like science, interesting as it is, it isn't cut out for me. So the future looks bleak for me. My hopes and aspirations to become a pilot hasn't fade away, but the chances are slim. Desire to teach science are still fuelled but seem unrealistic now. Janice's recommendations of going into marketing appear more realistic but the whole idea seems foreign to me.

So what now God? What have You in store for me? All I can do now is to wait upon You and put all my faith in You.

Jeremiah 29:11 says: ' "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ' So Lord, as Jacob, Moses and Abraham have once bargained with you, I now bargain with You too. Do reveal Your plans to me!

2006-08-05T22:10:00.000+08:00

We lost 2-1 today. Even so, I don't feel down or bad. Because I feel I've done myself justice. Every tackle I lunge into, I picture the ghost haunting me. I want to banish it forever. I wish I could kill it. I go in full force, I charge mercilessly. Even if it means sending someone to hospital, I don't care. Unfortunately, no one was stretchered off. The fire's still burning within me. Unless this ghost of mine isn't banished completely without a trace, it wouldn't be extinguished.

Come 20th August, Mount Hermon would play Ian's church. Brothers in Christ coming together for fellowship in a game of soccer? Not so for me. The devil's in me. I want to see bloodshed. Daniel was put into the lion's den to be eaten. This time, Daniel's going into the lion's den to tear the lions open.

I hate you.

2006-08-04T13:42:00.000+08:00

It's like an evil spirit haunting a home containing happy family members. It causes disharmony. It splits people up. It breaks relationships.

Are you sadistic? Do you see pleasure in other's displeasure? Go away please. It's breaking me into pieces. Go and haunt other people. Leave us alone. You're neither a friend nor an acquaintance.

I hate you, bitch.

2006-07-27T13:51:00.000+08:00

I dislike myself. I'm convinced I'm very useless. I have short attention spans, I'm always sleepy, I always have no mood to do anything and the only thing I do most often is to daydream. I don't have responsibility but I always want to have too much for myself to handle.

However, I want to stop the rot. I want to be more sensitive, more attentive, more responsible, more loving, more pleasant. I want to win your love again.

War.

2006-07-22T08:22:00.000+08:00

Israel vs Lebanon. Lebanese fighters capture 2 Israeli soldiers. Israel retaliates but dumping bombs into their land. Who in the right state of mind would do such a silly thing to Israel knowing their military might?

After yesterday's BS, I realized what goes on in Israel is related to what is happening now. God is still with Israel, there is a new judge and Israel is going to war. First, all the nations surrounding Israel is against them. Tension is high. Troops are preparing for battle. However in this modern context, hand-to-hand battles are no longer seen. Missiles and bombs have replaced swords, ox goads or even donkeys' jaws. Their judge, prime minister Ehud Olmert, shares the same name as the left handed judge Ehud who killed the fat bastard king Eglon. The other nations can attack Israel at their own peril because God is still with them. They are his chosen people. If Samson can bring down 1000 men with a donkey's jawbone, Israel can defeat and severely cripple their military strength with ease. That possibly the reason why the nations around them are fuming but can't do anything cuz they have read the bible and wouldn't want to take the risk. Even Malaysia, they condemn Israel's air strikes on Lebanon but they "all fart no shit". Talk so much, go take on Israel.

As much as I don't like wars, I am hoping some very courageous but stupid nation would make their first move on Israel. I'd like to see God slaughter them.

GERMANY ROCKS!

2006-07-14T20:05:00.000+08:00

GERMANY ROCKS JEREMIAH AND JANICE!!! THEY WON ARGENTINA AND PORTUGAL!!!!

TAKE THAT HAH!

Mother Jeremiah

2006-07-14T14:39:00.000+08:00

the permanent mother's not at home. She's gone on holiday to Australia leaving 4 guys at home. So naturally, i do the housework and teach the kid. The kid only sleeps at 9 or on bad days, 10. This leaves me with no time or very little time to do my work. I usually get very tired at the end of the day, I fall to sleep immediately. Only last night, i failed to sleep. The kid's got chinese tuition tmr and i have to teach him chinese! omg, i can't read chinese, let alone teach. Teaching him maths and science however, is much easier. i want to teach, so teaching sucha tough student would certainly give me exposure on how kids can frustrate you and make me reconsider teaching as a career. mum's coming home on thursday. i can hardly wait. I've got no time and moolah. Only $20 for the rest of the month. i need a miracle. If God can feed 5000 with 5 loaves and 2 fishes, He can feed me for 17 days with $20.

To shave or not to shave?

2006-07-05T22:41:00.000+08:00

Singapore's hot.

So are Singaporeans.

I want to shave.

Would doudou endorse?

The constant pouter and the art queen.

2006-06-29T23:50:00.000+08:00

Escape was closed. Surprisingly, i wasn't sad. I knew the day wouldn't go to waste. We ended up in a museum.

Museums are such fun! I not only learn about artists and their background, I also get to see art done by professionals. Most art I've seen are pieces of Georgia O'Keefe or van Gogh
on the internet or otherwise, amateur art by students. Borring... Walking through the galleries make me feel like curator or some museum caretaker. Just like in Da vinci Code! haha... the feeling's creepy too. Every step I take creaks the parquet floor. However, I must admit, most art pieces were rather unappealing. Things like chinese paintings with chinese meanings, abstract art and portraits. yucks. But I learnt new stuff! Types of art like cubism, the imagination of the artist, underlining meanings in art pieces and best of all, oil on canvas! Somehow, I like oil on canvas. Or maybe, its the artist called whatshisname whose technique 's so good. Visiting the museum changes my perspective on art. Art is now coolness to me. Except chinese paintings.

The art queen. She sketches, shades, paints and creates. I admire your artist mind. I reflect deeply on the interpretations of art you come up with which enlights my shallow view. It helps me appreciate the beauty of life. I'm just a nerdy scientist who pouts constantly. Paint brushes and pencils are your best friends while microbes are mine. Worlds apart but hearts knitted closely together. I love you.

Btw, Jewish people are weird.

Feelings.

2006-06-28T22:30:00.000+08:00

The feeling in the morning: should i skip school?
God told me not to personally.

The feeling after i eat meals: i'm getting fatter and flabby.
I played soccer last saturday and sunday.

The feeling after watching holland vs portugal: wtf?
portugal meets england, my other favourite team can sooth my anger by beating the cheap cheats.

The feeling when the 7th month approaches: we're getting there.
There's something on my mind and i'm not going to tell you.

The feeling of getting a B for genomics UT: RELIEF!!
I'm so convinced God possessed the UT marker.

The feeling i'm in poly year 3 and still not knowing what i want to do when i graduate: stress.
I wish Jesus would come and take us away. Then i wouldn't have to do anymore ppts.

I'm tired and unsure.

Absence makes my heart grow fonder.

2006-06-25T20:23:00.000+08:00

We've never been separated from each other for less than 24 hours. This time, its two days. A mere two days. I spent it playing soccer on saturday morning, studying the rest of the day, watching Germany beat Sweden, caught the first 30mins of Argentina vs Mexico and went to sleep. I went to church on sunday, played a bit more football and mugged again. However, the feeling's not the same. I don't sense your presence, your aura, your spirit. The things I do seem a little less meaningful. Nothing to look forward to. There's a gaping hole in my life.

I miss you so much. Do come home quick for my heart can't withstand the wait any longer.

That familiar feeling

2006-06-20T14:27:00.000+08:00

False accusations. I've been through so much of this ever since "I" was a kid. I'm sure many people experience this as well so I'm not really complaining. Mum blaming me for something "I" didn't do, dad accusing "me" of spoiling his computer, joshua tells mum "I" lost his toy, teacher in school calls up mum to tell her of a terrible deed "I" did... and the list goes on. How different is the latest false accusation to the ones I've experienced over my 18+ years I've been on earth? Answer: No different. I go about the usual way I deal with them. Take the blame and punishment as fruitless denial seems to anger the other party more. Analogy: Soccer players argue with a Ref over a decision. Result? No change in decision and the player might even get a harsher punishment. So I shall take the blame once again and go about doing the chores. I don't even know the punishment.

it's ok.

2006-06-18T19:38:00.000+08:00

Don't carry my burdens, I don't want you to anymore.
Don't please me, don't entertain my every request, don't give in to my unhappiness.
It's ok.
I don't want you to be burdened by all these.
I'll deal with them myself aight?

Ole!

2006-06-08T21:15:00.000+08:00

After 4 long years, the sport that unites the world, the world cup, is finally upon us. I'm feeling restless these few days. My favourite channels on SCV keep showing replays of past matches between countries. Borring... So I turned my attention to Roland Garros and the San Miguel Asian 9-ball Tour, the French Grand Slam and Asian's own prestigious pool tour. But still, nothing excites me more than football. Joshua's just suscribed the world cup channel yesterday BUT, Starhub won't be able to activate it until 3 days' time. For whatever reason! I don't believe it! If not for channel 5, I would miss the world cup opener.

On a brighter note, my family's going to the church camp. That leaves me alone at home due to my FYP shit. Fortunate or unfortunate, I have the house at my mercy. My goal: watch every world cup match while they're away and wake up in time to get to school. Then when school reopens, I would have to find a way how to watch the matches that are played at obscene hours Singapore time and wake up in time for school and not fall asleep in school. Even my Proteomics fac said:" Jeremiah, no watching football until you can't get up the next day."
Ash:"cher how you know?"
Proteo fac:"just see his msn la.."

Scream "OLE!" 'cause the world cup's here!

Divine strength in me.

2006-05-29T11:23:00.000+08:00

Champions of Safra Tampines. I don't know what to say. I'm neither very happy nor sad. I couldn't have won with my own strength. Call me a cheat, a fraudster or despise me but I'm not going to care cuz I sought divine help. We were the underdogs from the start. The underdogs winning the champion status? Quite a fairy tale run that has a happy ending. I'll leave all that behind. I'll start training for the quarter-finals and getting help from above.

Not my victory but God's.

It's unbearable !

2006-05-26T11:59:00.000+08:00

The competition's tomorrow. Nobody knows how much it means to me. I've got lots to prove and shots to show. I seem relaxed and carefree but deep inside, the excitement wells up to a level where it is becoming unbearable. I'm very restless and my tummy aches show symptoms of nervousness.

I am well and truely scared.

SAFRA National Foosball Championships

2006-05-25T22:21:00.000+08:00

My turn's arriving. This saturday. I'm having mixed feelings over this competition. Firstly, Ash and XY have both qualified for the quarter-finals and on top of that, are champions of Mount Faber SAFRA. It puts tremendous pressure on me to perform along with john. It's not that I don't trust him but his performances these few days during training has been below par. That doesn't encourage at all and my confidence has been dropping ever since. Secondly, my parents have been on my case recently. I've been coming home late from training after school and they're not happy a single bit. They believe I'm putting too much time into meaningless activities and not any into my studies. However, the top prize for the winner of the competition is $3888, first runner-up $2888 and the second runner-up $1888. Moreover, if one of the teams representing RP wins, OSG would purchase many more tables for Foosball IG which ultimately, is our main aim. Mum just told me to "not win" and give up the competition so that I can focus on my studies but if I do that, I would not only be letting myself but John and the whole IG down. Thirdly, Tiow Hong and Leonard are participating in the competition again. I hate playing against them. During training, our teams would take turns to win games so it wouldn't be fair to say one team is better than the other. I've trained so hard, I don't want to lose. I have no idea how to take all these worries out of my head so that I'll have a clear mind ahead of my competition. My last day of training for the competition was today. I hadn't a chance to train with John this afternoon.

I am so afraid.

Anyway

2006-05-09T20:22:00.000+08:00

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish motives; be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some trueenemies; succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; give the world the best you have anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; it never was between you and them anyway.

- Mother Teresa

I owe you this.

2006-05-08T22:46:00.000+08:00

First thing I'd say, I'm sorry. I know its not enough but its the most I can say. You know I love you. I didn't intend to do what I did. I promise it'll never happen again. Friends deserve to know what've did, and I shall relate all that has happened.

I talked to cindy. No. The word 'talked' isn't strong enough. I flirted with cindy. Firstly, I started the conversation.

Me:"how was ur first day?"
cindy:"alright, so-so."
me:"how come u didn't wear specs today? looks toot."
cindy:"tsk, i tot u were going to say pretty or gorgeous."
me:"bhb! i'm not going to talk to u anymore."
cindy:"hai, can't you say something nice? being in this class is already making me kinda sad."
me:"alright alright.. u pretty la."

That was one part. Here's another.

me:"ur CE points finished?" (CE means CCA)
cindy:"yea, u should go bazaar, lotsa CE points."
me:"there's a talk tmr, i wanna go. SAS, 1 DA, 1DP. i'm asking ppl to go with me."
(now when i reflect on this, i want to bury my head in the ground.)
cindy:"ask ur best buddy go with u."
me:"xy? He wouldn't want to go."
cindy:"bribe him?"
me:"i'm not rich. the auditorium can hold a 100 students. i wanna go see. why don't you go with me?"
cindy:"erm, wad time?"
me:"12-1."
cindy:"i'm worried abt genomics tmr."
me:"nvm, its ok i'll go myself."

I picture myself as a bystander. I read this over and over. The more I read it, the more disgusted I get. I'm not in love with this girl, I feel it was out of pure desperation to find someone to go to the talk with me that I did it at all costs, unembarrassingly hinting cindy to go with me and asking her myself in the end. I'm a disgrace.

I've lied, cheated, backstabbed, what else? I'm disappointed with myself, I don't want to talk to anybody. Maybe I should fast again. Get right with God, then he'll get right with me and bless me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Here, I crucify myself, bringing myself to shame. All these just to say sorry. I owe esther an apology as well. Hope she doesn't hate me.

A force to be reckoned with.

2006-04-27T23:35:00.000+08:00

I hate my class. I never liked it. My clear unhappiness shown in the previous entries, I now add to the already long list of protests. I like the modules I'm taking, but why doesn't frigging school put me in a class whereby I have friends? No doubt the school's policy is to give us a feel of working with people you don't know and don't like, I feel its an excuse for their shortcomings.

Firstly, they screwed up the module applications of many students. Many of them missed the first week of med microbio and just attended the second leaving them at a disadvantage (not as if i care), but just slotting them into classes randomly? The class' already competitive enough and the last thing I need is more competition. They should bloody hell start a completely new class instead of adding more students into classes!

Secondly, it gives them reason to ignore pleas to switch classes or sometimes even groups due to this policy. I can detest a team member (which I would lambaste later) so much that even when I beg the faciliator to change my group, he/she would use the policy to cover his/her ass and prevent any complication.

Now to launch a scathing attack on my teammate. This daughter of a whore from hell just has everything against me. Evidence,

Girl from hell:"let's split work. i've gotta list."

me:"since we've all done more or less some work, why don't you..."

girl from hell:"shh, shh, shh... okokok."

I hope to hell wancheng doesn't go reading other people's blogs but the girl from hell certainly has a worse attitude compared to her! Wancheng seems like a harmless lil' fly when put side by side with miss hades. She could even be the devil in person! More evidence,

girl from hell:"can you research on how H5N1 evades the immune system?"

me, shrugs shoulders,"okay."

girl from hell:"you can make it or not? i see your face i think cannot la..." turns herself to another team member," you do that ok?"

Bossy bitch who insults you in your face! I'd like to see wancheng and her in the same group. They can insult each other the whole damn day. Sighs.. I can moan and grumble about my position but that wouldn't help. I'd have to be a fighter and brave all these monsters in class to get my daily A. I'm desperate and when i'm desperate for something I'll resort to all kinds of ways and means to get my way. So all you competitive classmates, you can count me as one of you.

tired

2006-04-21T13:35:00.000+08:00

eyes are puffy.

i'm tired.

Lord, thank you for making this a friday.

An entry for my Doudou.

2006-04-20T21:39:00.000+08:00

I won't run away. :)

because,

Nobody gonna love me better
I must stick with you forever.
Nobody gonna take me higher
I must stick with you.
You know how to appreciate me
I must stick with you, my baby.
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I must stick with you.

I love you. *smiles.

Jason drinks vodka!

2006-04-19T21:35:00.000+08:00

Naughty me. All work and no play makes jerry a dull boy. All play and no work makes jerry a mere toy. So i blended into both. I took a break from study and poured myself a glass of coke. Remembering the bottle of Absolut Peach John bought for my birthday placed in my room, I opened it and poured two capfulls of vodka in. Not much, but it certainly gives a little taste. Jason was in bed and he was what i was doing.

Jason:"er ge, let me listen to cao cao to sleep."
me:"no, go and sleep."
Jason:"please..."
me:"no, do u want to drink a bit?"

The small boy drinks the substance.

me:"nice?"
Nodding his head,"nice."

Haha! Jason drinks alcohol at the age of 10 and loves it. Coolness.

snakes in class.

2006-04-18T21:31:00.000+08:00

Second day of school. Different facilitator, majority of the class remain, only a few come and go. Thankfully the competitive minah with a tudung has changed class. However, her replacement isn't any better. Its this disgusting girl with a mouth that doesn't seem to close which shows hideous, plague-infested, yellow two front teeth! And she talks like this.

"I... sthink... sthe... quesstion... iss... trying... to... assk... what... sthe... laboratory... personnel'ss... ressponssibilitiess... are..."

Lisp never mind. She slurs ever word. As if she's bloody hell sleep talking! How scary. She speaks slower than auntie Albina or auntie Swee Sin! Even better still, the facilitator hisses back.

"Sso classs, which team would like to pressent firsst?"

My classmates provide entertainment everyday. How can i ever get bored?

first day of school.

2006-04-17T23:03:00.000+08:00

Proteomics. Junainah badron. my FYP fac. i think she has a short tongue.

She goes,"cho, wead the probwem statement and we'ww come back and discuskk."

She's a nice facilitator but i can't help but notice her short tongue. She also has a dent in her chin. How weird.. My team's fine, Umesh's GPA is 4.0 which is a perfect score. Scares the shit outta me. I need to get that kind of GPA this sem. I'm tired. I need to sleep. Goodnight, new blog.

My poly.

2006-04-16T21:10:00.000+08:00

School starts tomorrow. Draaag. I hate going to school. I never had that feeling. This is because i'm in the same class i dislike so much. He is the techni-colour coat guy. Sucha nice name, spoilt by him. Anyway, the poly's filled with so many Chi-na people, i feel that i'm in China. I can't speak chinese for nuts. Once before school started, i visited the IT-helpdesk to give my beloved laptop an overdue checkup.
This Chi-na girl came up to me and said,
"wushinoshi-sashimi, wasabi no shi?"
I replied:"wtf?"
Chi-na girl:"wo bu hui kan shema shema shema..."
me:" den yi shia."
I pulled doudou over and asked her to help me.
Chi-na girl:" wushinoshi-sashimi?"
doudou:"mushi mushi yes shi."
Chi-na girl:"hao."

See what i mean.

nonsense and sweet eons ago

2006-04-16T04:05:00.000+08:00

more photos.

Nonsense at home
couldn't upload most photos;
don't know what's the prob.

Eons ago with the class (:

this is where it began. was it?

the poseur pink auntie still lives there.

The 3 Js

Like Heidi aptly put it, "Taunt me, tease me, and I shall still grin"

hees.

May, look, you're up here. hehs.

Manhunt

Sunny girls

Laze

Twisties

4 hot pretties.

chubby and chubbier cheeks.

We didn't know there'd be today.

YC's b'day

your naughty tortoise

malacca trip

2006-04-16T03:25:00.000+08:00

agh, heck.
since i'm already here at this hr, i might as well do this as well.
pray my head wouldnt nod off during my and your service!
so .. PHOTO UPDATES.

One Day Malacca Trip

The King's the boss

The Queen and her incest

The Royal couple with its humble abode

your naughty tortoise

blog reincarnated

2006-04-16T03:18:00.000+08:00

impish prisci turned jerry's blog into a sissy-fied one.

jerry was outraged (nah, not really).

thus, his girl refurbished his blog totally.

after 6 pathetic hrs (zero knowledge on blogspot is definitely not trivial) of pondering, code-editing, getting a new tagboard, yada, his blog was reincarnated.

so.. there you go, my tenderloin mouse.
made in your spirit (as best as i could).

with love,
naughty tortoise

don't worry jason.

2006-02-18T23:43:00.000+08:00

CA1 coming. Jason has not completed his revision yet. The poor boy's crying in bed. Mum says he's still got a thick pile of science worksheets to complete. His tien hsia language school's test results also not ideal. Sucha sensible kid. If i were his age, i wouldn't givvashit. He's so sad it makes me feel bad as well. I'm in a science course and i don't lift a finger to help. so i've offered to help him do his homework and at least clear most of his science worksheets. yes i'm spoonfeeding and spoiling him but seeing him in such a state, i feel obliged to help. I can't help in chinese cuz his is already better than mine so yea u get the point. Crying to sleep, poor thing...

MaMa's house again.

2006-02-17T14:14:00.000+08:00

Back to peace and quiet. Where nobody disturbs me. No internet. It really is the simple life. I feel like a chicken. I can't go out at night due to respect for my grandparents, they feed me all the time and i'm getting fatter. I liked the loneliness the previous time. This time its different. I miss home, bad dreams and memories are haunting me. I recently woke from a 'trogglehump', if u read Roald Dahl's BFG, in tears. There's nothing to do there. Every evening when i return home from school, i'll eat, study and sleep. Nothing more anything less. My last test would be on tuesday. After that i don't know what i'll be doing every night anymore. I'm being shut out from the rest of the world. I don't have English newspapers, only Chinese ones. and for friends who know me v well, i can't read chinese for nuts. I don't know abt the big serangoon murder news, I didn't know Liverpool entertained Arsenal until i read on soccernet, I didn't know Liverpool would be playing United on saturday night! But i don't want to go home. I want to live in my mama's house till RP shifts to woodlands. Till then, I'll die of boredom.....

Time.

2006-01-29T21:23:00.000+08:00

I've stopped work.
Now i've plenty of time.
Please give it to me.
Don't judge me now.
I'll show you the tremendous amount of patience i have in me, i'll never abandon you no matter what you do to me.

Chinese New Year 2006

2006-01-29T20:53:00.000+08:00

I'm getting old. I do not enjoy the festivities of CNY anymore. I grow tired of visiting my relatives homes. I do not look forward to eating CNY goodies always paraded on relatives' tables. I no longer have the energy to play and entertain people who come and visit my home. I get tired easily. Its only the money in red packets i look forward to. Other than that, there's nothing that interests. There's nothing much to blog about since there's nothing i find interesting about this major chinese festival. My cousins who have once been close to me have drifted away. Some due to academic results, some migrated. The rest of them already have their own families. My Ah Ma's a great-grandmother, my aunts are grandmothers now. I see their kids and see so much joy in their individual families. Their children take their parents so much, i want my own kids as well. I would love to see little Jeremiahs running all over the place. My mum's oldest sister is pissed with us not going to her house when she never invited anyone in the first place. Truely, the older generation is shrewd. They act blur and then suddenly, very suddenly, pounce on shortcomings. My mum's family's always fighting with each other on my Ah Ma's assets. My Ah Ma's also shrewd. Her will's written 100% to her sons and none to her daughters. That would definitely cause conflict! Now the whole family's screwed up, my mum's oldest brother wants to kill his brother's wife and specifically, with a chopper. It scares the shit outta me till now i find CNY is meaningless event.

Maybe i should turn to my other family where there's always peace, laughter, joy and the word boredom doesn't exist.

this year's

2006-01-26T15:13:00.000+08:00

this year.
by me, again.
(:
again, jerry's not vain.

NEL

pout pout pout ..

moet moet ..
meh meh eats jelly beans.

dec 05's pictures

2006-01-26T14:20:00.000+08:00

pictures from dec 05.
no, jerry's not a vain narcissist.
i love taking pictures of him. (;

25th Dec 05, Starbucks

My gingerbread boy, jerry's mint tea, my drink

me : NO, JERRY, NO !! leave him alone !!
jerry : (pouting, as usual) fine. shall have my mint tea.

28th Dec, Mount Faber

sweet pretty darling ..

Lunch break from work, winterwear shop

Swensen's, Compass Point

usual sunshine grin

Pasta Mania, Harbourfront

chubby grin

your beans .

What a friend we have in Jesus

2006-01-22T21:41:00.000+08:00

What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!

What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!

O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?

We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.

Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?

Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?

Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.

Do your friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer!

In His arms He'll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.

it's tough being a muslim.

2006-01-12T15:25:00.000+08:00

Fasting. My mum and I. Mum's fasting for auntie Corine who's down with leukemia. I'm fasting for Dad's annual bonus. It's taxing. So much restriction and I only did the food fast. Which means i can drink, only no food. But its not the food problem that's bothering me. Its the thoughts problem. People who undergo fasting should think or speak clean so as to be holy. I can do without the food but my usual rudeness and sudden bursts of anger which leads to unspeakables from my mouth? I was on the verge many times, to just tell people off and come out some strong language but I somehow manage to stop myself. I too was on the verge of accepting sweets offered by friends. So no vulgarities, no unclean thoughts, no food, no sweets (considering i have a sweet tooth) and live a holy and blameless life for 12 hours. Siong ah... I've resisted temptation, i haven't spoken bad about people behind their backs, i haven't sworn, i haven't eaten for 9 hrs and counting since i'm in school so God, please answer my prayer. I'm suffering in silence just to get right with you. I can do it again without water the next time. I've taken 2 sips of water from Janice's bottle so far and I guess i can do without it the next time. I'm hungry, i'm tired and i'm so restrained. Being a muslim is difficult. I've decided to quit pierside. I'd go to hell if i'd continue working there. I'll go to MaMa's house and live a healthy life. Holy life + healthy living = unimaginable gains. To be like Jesus, says the holy book. So i shall. I can live this road to holy living life.

Rain rain go away...

2006-01-08T15:43:00.000+08:00

The days are short, the nights are long. The rain's pouring like it has never rained in Singapore before. The sky's dark, my mood's gloomy. I wish the rain would stop; its affecting me. It has even made me sick yesterday but thanks to the magic of mint tea [thanks janice (:], I've recovered and self declared fit to go to church. I miss the hot and humid weather Singaporeans love to complain about. The streets are flooded and the patches of grass are drowned in water. My umbrella's useless against these torrential rains. I still get drenched knee high. My shoes' always wet and my socks soaked. For the past week I feel that Singapore's becoming like Bangla. The reason being not only because Singapore is filled with Banglas, but the streets are becoming flooded too. Bangla's also experiencing flash floods which we might face if the weather doesn't ease up.

God, please give Singapore and me some face. Grant me my prayer for the rain to stop.

New Year Resolutions.

2006-01-02T23:25:00.000+08:00

1. save money earned from work.
2. do devotions on a regular basis.
3. blog more often.
4. play soccer more often.
5. be nicer than usual.

Flavian's bbq

2005-12-16T23:28:00.000+08:00

Its amazing how much food we prepared. Bacon with white mushrooms, kebabs (kabobs by flavian), prawn and sotong balls, marinating chicken wings. Its a chore. I dislike bbqs but this being "Flavian's last proper gathering with the Young Adults CG" I had to attend. Joshua, Janelle and Jeremiah went to Flavian's house to prepare. Micheal Ting came later. The 5 of us went down to Pasir Ris earlier to help start fire and set the place. The fire was great and the place was really windy so we didn't have to maintain the fire. The sky was rather cloudy and the occasional thunder in the distance threatened. The reason i hate bbqs is because of the heat and the kind of food it produces. I like the way Elder Peter Seah prays:" We pray by faith for good weather even as it looks bad but have your will 'o Lord." I should learn. The rain only came after most of the food had been finished. We ran for shelter and stayed there till the rain stopped. The rest of us left for home leaving Luwin, Joshua and Flavian staying over. Auntie Swee Sin sent me to Bukit Batok in her car. I thought it was troublesome for her so i told her that she could leave me at Pasir Ris MRT and i could take a train home but she said she wanted the company. On the way there she had Pastor Shani's company, so now on the way back she didn't want to drive alone in unknown places. Alright, all the better for me. During the 45 mins of travelling, we talked about everything and anything. I was surprised cuz i was afraid of running outta topics and the awkward silence. We talked about her sports car, 15 yrs old now and still in good condition, how she developed a passion for sports cars, whether she'd take herself out for a spin. She said she'd drive fast on roads she's familiar with and when there're no cars and the type of cars she had test driven on. Omg, auntie Swee Sin! Old in age but young at heart. I never knew. I had to speak very slowly and answer each and every question carefully to suit her style. She asked me about my dream girl and wad attributes i would consider. I was so embarrassed so i told her the general ones people usually say. But i missed out religion.

Swee Sin:" but don't u think religion is important?"
me (highly embarrassed and very slowly):" oh yes, religion. she must definitely be a christian. well, that goes without saying."
Swee Sin:" yes yes, it goes without saying."

She's so Godly, how did i miss out religion? I quickly changed the subject on the direction we were heading. She asked about my mum, my studies, told me about her lifestyle, her other house she's renting out and so much more. Finally we reached Bukit Batok MRT. I was so relieved I wanted to get out of the car fast.

Swee Sin:" thanks for the company jeremiah."
me:" thanks for the ride. i appreciate it so much."
Swee Sin (reaching out a hand to unlock the door beside me):" have a goodnight and i'll see you on sunday."
me (thought she wanted to shake hands and reaching out my own only to change direction
immediately after i saw what she was doing):" yes yes, i'll see you on sunday. Goodnight."

If i shook her hand, I'm a dimwit! So paiseh! People reach out to open door, i thought she wanted to shake hands. I would die from embarrassment. Wise old sage auntie Swee Sin.

genting trip? go somewhere else.

2005-12-16T11:16:00.000+08:00

How come Heidi has all the Genting photos already? Not fair. I can't write about it in my blog. So since I can't write it in my blog, I suggest people who are interested, go to Heidi's blog. http://strawhearts.blogspot.com/. She's done sucha awful lot, uploading photos, writing captions below them... must have spent a whole day doing it. Credit to Heidi so please go there instead. I'm actually lazy.

P.S. Thank you Heidi. you saved me so much trouble. :)

MaMa's house.

2005-12-02T12:31:00.000+08:00

Telok Blangah. The place of peace. Everything's moving at a snail's pace. Prolly because the place is populated with old folks. The government would be proud of the community there cuz they would be pleased to see so much racial harmony. I'm living there for 2 days and i love everything about it. People leave their doors open to show friendliness. I'm forced to live a healthy lifestyle by sleeping and waking early cuz i have nothing to do. TV's being occupied by grandparents although there's cable, no internet and no one to talk to. But i would sacrifice these for a peaceful and healthy lifestyle where i can be with my grandparents till God calls them.

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

2005-11-27T15:39:00.000+08:00

Procastination is man's worst enemy. I said I'll get a nice book to count my blessings and record them down since late September but I've only done so today. I said I'll get a haircut since dunno when and I haven't done it. Anyway, I've got the count-my-blessings book now and I'll dedicate it solely for God. Maybe I'll add in what I've learnt during weekly sermons and daily devotions and how I've applied them during the course of the week. Hopefully that'll develop me into a better person, more appreciative of life.

The amazing race.

2005-11-26T22:32:00.000+08:00

Wee hours of saturday morning. I reached home at 4am after work. I woke up at 7 to reach sch by 9 for the amazing race. The race was meant to be run in the south-western part of S'pore. Team of 3: Ash, Xy, me.

9.30.: first clue, head towards outram park mrt.
Picture showed the circular building behind outram mrt. Xy was dumb enough to suggest Sunshine Place which was the little shopping mall below my home. We were lucky enough to catch the 132 bus that took us to redhill mrt. Next train towards pasir ris, 6mins. We used the time to get ourselves some breakfast from a 7-11.

9.40.: 1st to 2nd station. complete a sentence given by writing it inverted. took us long enough. next station, the big overhead bridge in Chinatown.
We ran all the way there and frantically looked for the station masters. 10mins wasted. Finally found them and the task was to get web addresses from specific shops in Chinatown Point. Ran there, hunted for the shops, copied addresses, got a hell lot of scolding from the shopkeepers, ran back.

10.15.: 2nd to 3rd station. code given to us. deciphered code leading us to Clarke Quay. Slow jog towards destination. We looked in the mrt station and Hong Lim park but couldn't find anybody. A couple of teams were together at the same location. Looked across the S'pore river and saw earlier teams running from station. Realizing we lagged behind by so much, we did a 300m sprint which was needless to say, impossible due to us already running from Outram to Clarke Quay mrt. Somehow, we made it. Task was one member forms a letter using his whole body to form a sentence and the other members guess the letters and make up the sentence. Ash and I were good at this. Xy copied the letters down and we were finished in no time.

10.45.: 3rd to 4th station. Jogging down the S'pore river towards the Esplanade. the river was full of dragonboaters. We paused a couple of times to catch our breath before proceeding. Upon reaching the Esplanade, we split up to look for the station masters. Xy and Ash searched the back and i searched the facade and the interior. We went round the place twice and even tried one fullerton. eventually we made the call to the game master for additional clues though a 5min penalty would be imposed on us. There wasn't much help from the additional clues we received. He just said look everywhere. We tried our luck with the carpark and found them. Misleading clues. task was to sample given drinks and chips and identify them. no point doing this task cuz our answers were wrong and the station masters let us pass. Incredible amount of time wasted.

11.45.: 4th to 5th station. run past the fullerton hotel to reach "given picture" which was lau pa sat. I suggested to take a bus cuz running there could kill us. As the bus made its way there, we shot past a couple of teams which was so relieving. Upon reaching, the task was to complete a couple of maths questions. eeeeasy. Our fastest stop ever made. 3 mins and we were off.

11.47.: 5th to 6th station. find a place which you can have an excellent view of the southern part of S'pore. Mount effing Faber. Goodness! how to run up all the way? we did eventually cuz taxis weren't allowed in the game. We toiled our way up and the task was to find a coloured pebble amongst the plots of soil and grass at the peak. 20 mins time frame. failure to find would result in a 5 min penalty. we were to find a blue pebble but i found a pink one. All the teams were here and finding our pebble first would shoot us up into 1st place. I suspected the pink one belonged to another team's so i threw it down the hill. oops. 20 mins up, no pebble found, 5 min penalty imposed. The other teams couldn't find theirs as well so everyone got a 5 min penalty. Only difference between teams were the arrival time and departure time. We were one of the last teams to leave Mount Faber.

12.30.: 6th to 7th station. Running down the hill after the other teams would only maintain the gap between us. So we thought of a brilliant idea of taking the cable car to harbourfront, then take the lift down. The cost wouldn't matter cuz anyway, we had wanted to take the cable car for a long time. But this was interesting.
lady at counter:"$34.70 please."
All of us digged into our wallets to fork out the money.
lady at counter:"oh but if you add an additional $1, you could go to sentosa and back."
me:" HAHAHAHA!!!!"
In her face!
Ash:"no its fine, we're kinda in a rush, thanks."
What to do? it was just so hilarious. We hadn't the time go sentosa and back. Well she didn't know, but it certainly was mood lifting.
We reached the harbourfront bus stop in no time and checked all the buses that went to haw par villa, our next destination. Hopped onto the 143 and saw the other teams on it! Plan worked to perfection. Next tactic we used, the bus was reaching destination, we sat as though the journey was still a long one. Bus stops at supposed bus stop. We immediately ran down the bus leaving the other teams still in the bus in disarray. We ran to the entrance of the now closed Haw Par Villa and saw the station master. Task was pretty simple. We had to find someone in the compound and get her signature. Being the first team to arrive, we had the advantage of a head start into the compound. The place was eerie. Deserted and full of Taoist statue gods. It was like a maze. We went deeper and deeper into it until Xy and I passed a flight of stairs leading to a locked door. I thought he was trying to be stupid by trying to open the door but the person we needed to find was there. Hurrying Ash over, we got her signature and ran out of the compound in a flash.

1.00.: 7th to 8th station. Clue: go to a park that is not in the east. Corny. Waiting for the bus. Its useless even if we're currently in the 1st place. The time wasted waiting for the bus allowed the other teams to catch up with us and all of us ended up waiting for a bus to west coast. In the bus we thought of every single tactic that would get us into the lead. Dirty or clean, we just want a gap between us and the others. So the first one was like this. Bus reaching bus stop. We made our way to the door this time. Monkey see monkey do. the rest followed as we'd expected. We pressed the bell for the stop two stops before the actual one. Door opened, one team rushed out. HAHA. Door closed, they were confused. 3 more teams in the bus. Next tactic. Remaining teams alight at the right stop. However west coast is still quite a run away. opposite the bus stop was clementi woods, a park. There were benches, trees and playgrounds. We did a fake by standing by the roadside wanting to cross the road. The other team beside us made a dash across the road. HAHA. Stupid... We laughed our heads off and headed towards the other direction while that team waited for traffic to clear before crossing again.
At West Coast, the task was to get one member to skip two rounds around a circular path. Ash wanted to do that task cuz he said when he was younger, he couldn't skip stationary, only moving forward. Miss a skip and restart. He completed the task on the first attempt so well done Ash! The other task was to make 20 skips using a skipping rope and this involves 2 people. I did this one with Xy. First attempt, we tried to get used to it, 4 skips. Second attempt, we got the rythmn, 11 skips. Third attempt, 17 skips, ARGH!!! Fourth attempt, success. Then there was this giant "spider web" where a member had to climb up and meet a station master to collect the clue for the next destination. I flew up and down cuz i've played on these things since young. that made quite a difference cuz we ran to the bus stop and caught the only bus with one other team that goes outta west coast park.

1.30.: 8th to 9th station. Next destination, IMM. Xy recognised the pictures in the clue given cuz he worked there recently. However it was raining so heavily so we had to change a bus that goes to the interchange. By the time the bus reached the interchange, the downpour had eased into a drizzle so we brisk walked there. Task, scavenger hunt.
List:
1 strand of leg hair
3 rubber bands
3 signatures of strangers
2 water bottles
2 watches
5 different cards
1 namecard
1 5cent coin
1 pair of shoes withour laces
1 necklace

We only had 1 watch, so Xy went to his former workplace, converse, to look for familiar faces and borrow a watch as well. 3 signatures were done by us, 2 water bottles we had, 5 different cards came from my wallet, 1 namecard was Joshua's business club dunnowad, pair of shoes w/o laces and necklace were from Ash, and we had 3 to 4 strains of leg hair cuz Xy just grabbed his and a few came out. 3 rubber bands were taken from a shop.

2.00.: 9th to 10th station. Completed, we left IMM for our next destination which was the Science Centre near Jurong mrt. It was pouring once we came out of IMM. We saw a group running in the rain so we followed suit. Every single part of my body was wet even my undies. When we reached populated areas on the way to the science centre, we would draw attention to ourselves cuz we were so wet. When we reached the traffic junction beside the science centre, we saw some of the game organizers. We tried to get some hints from them but they refused to give us any.
This was the crappy part. The clue stated the place was a building that was newly renovated and near the science centre. We circled the science centre all the way to snow city 2 twice before trying the jurong library which was a 5 min walk away. We just couldn't find the people! Frustrated and patience running out fast, we called the game organizers for help which was no help again. 5min penalty. We tried the Innovation centre which was filled with niggers from New South Wales University and other Australian Us. No one. We exited and walked back to the science centre and there they were! sitting at a vacated sheltered space at the other side of the science centre. we wasted an hour searching. The task was no task at all. We were supposed to pose as star wars characters and take a photo but seeing the frustration on our murderous faces, the station master just took a picture of us without any pose. Then he told us that we could return to school by cab.

3.50.: 10th to 11th station (school). We spoke of our whole day's activities and complained about trying to be too smart about the science centre in the cab. If we followed the group of game organizers to the station, we would've finished the race long ago. Our placing would've been better as well (6th outta 10).

Tired, cold and hungry, we attended the debrief and prize giving ceremony. 4 CE points earned, $30 starbucks vouchers and lots of fun. We couldn't understand why the people in the Amazing Race on tv would quarrel and fight. We had no disagreements and we were laughing all the way. The day was fully made use of. We visited places of interest, sat the cable car and burnt calories running around the south western part of Singapore. Only setback for me is that I missed the choir presentation in Bethany Home. Practice sessions were wasted.:(

The sweeper lady

2005-11-18T13:34:00.000+08:00

6am. Stefanie Sun's wo bu nan guo wakes me up. I set my alarm clock at 6 so that i can switch it off and keep requesting 5 mins more till 6.30.

6.30. Brush teeth, bathe, change.
6.50. Read sports news while eating breakfast.
7.00. Read other news if any interesting.
7.10. Pack bag, get ready to leave house.
7.15. Leave house.

Standard Operational Procedure or SOP in the morning. However i saw this lady sweeping the corridors as i left the house. I've seen her a couple of times collecting cardboard boxes and empty cans near rubbish collection centres. Today I see her right at my doorstep. She looks early 60, thin and her golden hair clipped up. As i walked past, she flashed me a sweet smile. I smiled back. That got me thinking. I don't know if she's paid to sweep the corridors but she's certainly doing more than that. She's brightening others' days. I hope to see her more often sweeping my doorstep so that early in the morning, my day's brightened.

DONE!

2005-11-15T11:23:00.000+08:00

hi jerry. prisci here.

please listen to whatever you are supposed to learn and not admire your blog even though i know it's hard not to. hahhaha kidding.

anyway, i finally finish your layout! woohoo.

We'll miss you..

2005-11-08T00:26:00.000+08:00

We held a farewell Ginny cum Xinyuan (xy) birthday celebration after school today. Ginny would be embarking on a 50 day tour/cultural exchange of 6 SEA countries plus Japan. Ultra cool. She leaves tomorrow so we decided to have a farewell dinner. Coincidentially, it was xy's birthday as well. So it became a 2-in-1 celebration. We had dinner at V8 in bugis and took a train down to Raffles Place, 1 fullerton, Bakerzin for dessert. There we took plenty of photos courtesy of Ginny's new camera.

Birthday boy, bottom row, 2nd from right.

Ginny, beside me.

Clockwise from the extreme left:
cookies and creme cheesecake,
mont blanc, sweet pleasure, fraisor,
and the warm chocolate cake with vanilla ice-cream and a candle.

Remnants.

So after dessert we headed down to the riverside to sit and chill. Well, not really chill cuz we took dozens of photos, there wasn't any time to relax.

From left to right, our ah neh known as Ash, me, Ginny, Bazaar president Chilin and our beloved sugar daddy, Johnston.

Farewell Ginny! Our group's one member less. Happy Birthday Xy! 18yrs old. I'm still underage.

Sore Throat

2005-11-01T10:59:00.000+08:00

My voice's hoarse. It sounds quite sexy but it hurts so I can't keep using it. An ulcer beneath my tongue as well, so I can't eat or drink with comfort. Its prolly an inflammation caused by lack of water which would make cells burst and inflame the surroundings. Stupid cells. Lots of phlegm too. I can't sleep in peace. Luckily I've got three days of holiday to recover. I would sing in front of joshua to irritate him cuz my voice wouldn't allow me to reach any pitch so the song would go horribly out of tune.

"Then sings my sooouuulll..." He'll kick me. Don't think God would be pleased as well.

:P

2005-10-29T14:42:00.000+08:00

hahahha priscilla here. and i shall disgrace jerry more by proudly announcing that his blog is not worth anything. hahahaha. that's just too bad.

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

and mine is worth more than mine. but it's not very fair, since his blog is newer than mine. we'll give it one year, and see how it goes.

2005-10-29T13:55:00.000+08:00

Now, I have 2!

Our sugar daddy

2005-10-28T14:45:00.000+08:00

I've got 3 daddys!
1. God.
2. My natural father.
3. My yr 1 classmate sugar daddy called Johnston.
He's kinda like a santa claus cuz he's fat and round, a little balding and rich. Well, not really rich but rich enough to treat the group of us dinners. The lastest being marche, he gave us a $50 allowance so we could use the $50 to get wad we wanted. If the bill exceeded $50, we would split the remainder among ourselves. Total bill was $113 so minus $50 = $63. There were 4 of us so we split and paid $15 each. HAHA... $63 for a piece of chicken leg, lamb stew, fish of the day, fried dory, a bowl of salad, 5 scoops of ice cream, a banana crepe which the cashier was dumb enough to miscount, a 0.5 and 0.3 pint of erdinger, 2 bottles of esprit, 1 bottle of snapple. Even though the $50 included his share of dinner, it was still cheap considering the amount we paid. Another time, when he already included his share in a birthday present for me, he still got me a collision course album. He gets stuff for my other friends too so we call him our sugar daddy. We paid $10 bucks each for Ash's birthday present which was a ManUtd jersey with Ronaldo printed on the back which cost $135. Total sum collected was abt $80. He topped up the rest. Cool huh..

So we got him a Fossil watch on his birthday.

playing in the rain...

2005-10-23T20:49:00.000+08:00

Saturday.
Work again. Everything would have been fine if not a group of 12 indians coming in at 10pm. I have nothing against Indians except that they're extremely fussy about what they're going to have for dinner. Exceptional orders, weird requests and fussy demands came pouring non-stop from their table. Being the food runner, it was an additional task of cutlery, wine glasses and linen to deal with. Since they took up quite a bit of space, we weren't allowed to close the alfresco area just yet. Every other customer had already left and the reason we couldn't chase them away was because they were friends of one of the restaurant's directors. So they were "special". They left at 12.30 just in time before a slight drizzle started. A mad rush to close the alfresco area was triggered off. 7 people closed the area within 5 minutes which was utterly amazing. We got in the shelter just before rain started pouring.

Coincidentially, it was the birthday of a full timer called Kevin. While he was busying himself with his wine inventory, we others planned a water attack on him. 2 buckets of ice water were filled and to be hidden. Tommy and I were deployed to ambush him outside the restaurant while the manager, Chris, was supposedly giving a "debrief" of the day's work. Out they came, the other full-timers and Chris, the full-timers forming a semi-circle with their backs facing us. Then came the cue for me to pounce. Out I came with the bucket of ice water and drenched Kevin head first! Then came the ass Tommy who changed his target to me. Having a bigger bucket on me, I got wetter. A water fight proceeded soon after. With whatever water left in my pail, I used it to splash another staff. All of us started pulling each other into the rain which sparked a frenzy at the end to grab me and throw me into the sea! It was 6 on 1! I put up a hell of a struggle but 6 were just too many. They gained control of my limbs and carried me towards the waterfront. Until much pleas and begs for mercy did they put me down. If they had thrown me into the water, I had absolutely no idea how I was supposed to get back on shore. If I swam towards the pier, the policeman on duty would have me charged for some offence or another.

The fun in the rain ended about 2am where got back into the restaurant to change into dry clothes. I couldn't dry my underwear so I wore my other clothes without it cuz if I continued wearing it all the way home, my butt area would have a wet underwear mark. Obviously I never told anyone cuz they'd definitely strip me. Since we were all wet and hungry, Tommy and Shireen stole food from the kitchen and cooked. 2 tenderloins, 2 snapper pies, 1 caesar salad, 2 cods and 1 foie gras. Total cost would exceed $200. If the head chef knew about wad we did, he'd go ballistic.

After everything, I noticed 2 golden Moet cushions sitting prettily on the Shanghai tables. The manager saw my interest and offered it to me. I went over the moon! There were a couple of similar black cushions stored in the pantry and I wanted to take one home but I got the golden one!

There she is. A beauty:) Reached home at 5am. K.O.ed upon reaching the bed.

Diver's course: Dayang 3D2N

2005-10-17T19:12:00.000+08:00

If Dayang was paradise, I really wonder how awesome heaven would look like! Being stranded on the island off the shores of M'sia without handphones and computers, it was really living a stress-free. With nothing to do but diving and more diving, I wished I could quit sch and live with the inhabitants there. The sand was soft, the water crystal clear and the weather perfect. I would run out of superlatives if I start describing whatever I see and I haven't even reached the underwater part yet. Compared to the waters in S'pore, the waters in Dayang were absolutely clear and blue where I could see the bottom of the sea from the jetty.

We left S'pore at 10pm and reached Mersing at 2am and took a ferry to Dayang where we arrived at about 7am. Obviously worned out by the journey, my new made buddies and I headed to the dorms and K.O.ed. Breakfast wasn't the best but nobody was complaining except me cuz i mistook the chilli for the ketchup bottle and ended up covering my food with chilli sauce. Terrible experience. We did 6 dives altogether in a span of 2 days. The amazing thing about diving is the ability to breathe underwater and swim around the fishes. Its sort of like living in an aqarium. The only tedious thing is setting up the scuba gear before each dive and dismantling it after. However, I only love the part where the diver has to jump into the water. With the scuba gear so heavy, we have to climb a step and take a giant step into the water. Which is sooo cool! My heart beats damn fast whenever its my turn to take the step. I love the adrenaline rush. I lost my mask once jumping into the water. It sank to the bottom and someone had to retrieve it for me. And another time during the night dive, my BCD got cranky and I couldnt inflate it. I got help and people started to surround me so that I could get a hold on them while fixing my inflator. That was a really scary moment. Most of the other dives went rather smooth only for another incident when we went deep diving at abt 30m. I ran outta air on the way up and had to share air with someone else. It was quite an experience cuz the current was so strong we finned our legs outta strength but were still at the same place. Our last dive was a leisure dive where we got lucky cuz we got to see a sea turtle. Almost all the divers surrounded it some taking photos while others stroking its shell.

I felt really sad leaving the place. I would give up my S'pore citizenship for a malaysian one only to live there all my life. The place only makes me a better Christian cuz if that's paradise, I'd love to see heaven at its highest point. Now that I've got my diving license, I make sure I'll follow uncle Daniel, David and Victor for their agreed annual dives.

craaving...

2005-10-11T13:39:00.000+08:00

Lesson time now and this is what I crave for which is at home..............

A perfect day?

2005-10-10T23:13:00.000+08:00

Monday, start of the week, boringg... Nothing special happened during class 'cept that tiow hong asked me to accompany him out to buy Stef Sun's new album: A Perfect Day. We left after the second meeting and went to "that CD shop" at Tanglin mall only to discover that they don't have it. Sadd... So we had lunch there and thought about a quick move to Cineleisure's Sembawang Music Shop just to check if the album really IS out. We caught a bus along Tanglin road and in a jiffy, reached the bus stop in front of Heeren. We changed our minds and headed towards HMV as it would obviously stock the new Stef Sun album IF it had already been released. Upon reaching the chinese section, we looked high and low the new release section for her album. I told myself that if the album costs below $20, i would buy it without delay (cuz I'm outta cash after paying for the diving course). Then there it was, sitting prettily atop the highest shelf. Price? $19.95. Shiaaat... I bought it with mixed feelings. Happy cuz I've got Stef Sun's new album and new songs to listen to. Sad cuz my pocket just became lighter.

After sch I went to Xy's mum's friend's (Xy's aunt) house for a haircut. Since she was a former hairdresser, I had the faith in her even though the materials used to cut and highlight were scarce. It costs $37 for both tho, cheaper than usual. She was a chinese speaking lady who obviously didn't know who Morten Gamst Pedersen was. I wanted his hairstyle. So I had to describe to her using my limited Chinese vocab. Well, it turned out fine and I kinda like it. She didn't have Ash White with her so I took the lightest colour she had which was I dunno, light blonde? The result was not really wad I wanted but nevertheless it was still acceptable.

I've finally did wad I wanted to do ever since I got Joshua to trim the back of my hair for me. Cut and highlight my hair. I thought his trimming was good but maybe I can't see the back of my hair so I didn't know the extent of the damage cuz ppl like Ginny, Ash and the other staff at Pierside were urging me to go for a haircut. Some even said I look like a nerd. Ok, I've cut it.

A perfect day today? Not really, but it could've been.

Diver's course: Beginner

2005-10-08T21:48:00.000+08:00

place: pulau hantu
time: 8.30am
It was really exciting going for my first open water dive. We set off at about 9am and reached Hantu at about 9.20. The journey there was quite an experience itself as it was the first time I came so close to S'pore's petrochemical islands which were rather intimidating due to the many chimneys and stores for petrol. After suiting up, the weather turned extremely bad. The grey clouds touched the horizon and the water was really choppy. Rain was pouring like mad. Us students were left alone in the boat the instructor having already been in the water to plant the buoy. It was scary jumping into choppy waters for fear of being drifted away. However the water underneath the surface was much calmer than on top so we did the necessary skills for the instructor to see and we returned back to the surface. The next few dives were much of the same only that the purpose of the third dive was to go look at corals. The S'pore waters were so murky there was no point. So after we were out of air we got up the boat, dismantled and waited for the other divers to return before heading home.

It's really amazing breathing underwater and seeing things I never got the chance to see firsthand. No wonder Lynn loves diving so much. And I'll be going Dayang this Saturday!

Giving God back a little of the much He's given me.

2005-10-03T22:32:00.000+08:00

I planning to keep a record of all the blessings God has showered upon me. Only recently I've realized how blessed I am but still I'm complaining which is something I definitely HAVE to change. Not too long ago, I was desperately in need of a something I wouldn't declare publicly and He provided. From the least expected person. That Sunday I placed an amount I usually wouldn't think of putting in the offertory bag with no sense of loss. After all, I had benefited from what He has given me.

Thank you Lord, for all You've given me. :)

the one day malaysia trip

2005-09-28T14:25:00.000+08:00

We planned this long ago, the 4 of us Heidi, Pearl, Vicnes and me, to go to M'sia and shop before term starts. We did anyway, on monday, and planned to stay over at someone's house before going to the airport on tuesday morning to send May off. I couldn't stay tho, cuz i was working the next day. So nevertheless, we agreed to meet each other at Kranji MRT at 10am on monday. Either Pearl's watch has got a problem or she doesn't know how to tell the time cuz she arrived at 10.35; 35mins late. She got a friendly scolding from Vic for that.

Upon entering M'sia, we immediately realized something exceptionally different from S'pore. Here in S'pore, we try so hard to flag cabs. Most of the time either there're on call or busy. Sometimes even when the cab's empty, the cabbies dun stop. In M'sia, the situation is totally different. Right out of the M'sian customs, we were swarmed by M'sian cabbies offering best rates to different places. Too bad the place we were going to could be gone on foot. Too many cabs in M'sia, too few cabs in S'pore. The place we went to was the one closest to the customs called CitySquare. The place was quite a spread; very S'porean. haha.. We ate at this vivo restaurant which served mostly Italian food. The prices were identical as the prices in S'pore restaurants only that they were in Ringgit. Their Nike shirts were also cheaper but I didn't have a mind to purchase much of their products for fear that I brought it home and found defects, it'll be so much trouble to exchange it. We walked ard doing mostly window shopping. Nothing nice worht buying. So we tot of catching a movie to kill time. The prices were incredulous. $9 in S'pore. 9rm in M'sia. Next time I wouldn't mind the hussle to watch a movie in Malaysia. Bloody cheap! We chose The Red Shoes, a show Heidi tried so hard to dissuade us to watch. She's scared of such shows. I admit I get scared during the movies but I kinda like the feeling of covering my eyes leaving them partially open so in case the scary part comes i can cover my eyes with ease. After the movie we decided to grab our last stuffs we want to buy and get the hell outta M'sia. I bought tidbits and a box of chewing gum only for it to be confiscated at the S'pore customs. S.H.I.T. It was really embarrassing to be stopped by the police and get my bag emptied for a box of chewing gum. I was quite sore about my chewing gum being confiscated. I felt like a schoolkid bringing a toy to school only to let the teacher know about it and take it away.

Anyway, before the trip I was rather scared of being robbed. Maybe my box of chewing gum being taken away is a lesser price to pay than to get robbed.

the class chalet

2005-09-21T19:01:00.000+08:00

The turnout was bad, really bad. I made losses while yongchuan made even bigger losses. The leftover uncooked otahs were so in excess we had to donate them to a nearby chalet so as not to waste food. But nevertheless, WE HAD FUN! Right from the start. There was a manutd vs liverpool at 7pm on the first day. I desperately wanted to watch it so a group of us went down to watch and have dinner at the same time. The game ended 0-0 to my relief cuz i had a feeling it was going to be liverpool's day. We played PS2 the rest of the night while waiting for Joseph to come and janice to return from work. It was already 3am by then so we strolled down to changi village again to check out the transsexuals. We only slept abt 5am.

All of us woke at different times from 11-12 the next morning. Only May, the extra, woke at 10+ to call her bf. The group of 7 of us went up to old changi hospital for an adventure. Well not so much for those who have gone before but it certainly was for me cuz i havent been there at all. The main areas of OCH i wanted to see were the room with the star of David and the morgue. We couldn't find the room and the morgue was at the other side of the building so we didnt go there. Quite a disappointing trip i would say. We had lunch at changi village and then strolled down to Changi Ferry Point. A ferry trip to Pulau Ubin costs only $2 so since we had so much time to spare, we got a ride there just to kill time. May, the "sua ku", has never been to Pulau Ubin. The poor thing was admiring and awing at so much nature while the rest of us were just:" yea, this is pulau ubin for you.." Since Janice had to go off at 6, we didnt have much time to explore the whole place. We rented a few bicycles and rode round the east of Ubin at the same time taking photos of ourselves together with nature. We went back to the chalet so satisfied with the decision to visit Ubin. That little bit of exercise really lifted our spirits. The bbq was good with Julia helping us out. I kinda like talking to Chi-na people cuz they seem really dumb to me. They have limited vocabulary and it really amuses me to see them screw their faces up trying so damn hard to think of the right word to use. Aliza and Amanda came and left as well. The rest of the night was spent playing card games and PS2. I tried so hard not to sleep but i did eventually at abt 5+am. It was only then did Heidi tell my subconscious mind that May was leaving RP to go to Aust. I couldnt take it seriously cuz i was half asleep. I just told them she was joking and went back to sleep. But dammit, May wasn't joking. Stupid May, only tell us the week before that she's going to leave us. Should've told us earlier. Anyway, I got woken at 7.30 cuz Zac's mum came to pick him up and joseph and I hitched a ride to redhill.

Overall, the chalet was fun although not many turned up. And STUPID May, tell us so late.

My new eau de toilette

2005-09-01T15:22:00.000+08:00

Burberry Weekend! Not my targeted one but something i've used before. The one that caught my nose was Armani Black Code which cost $99, way above my budget. I bought a 5ml bottle of Burberry Weekend earlier in the year cuz the container caught my eye. That one cost $10 tho but i'd thought i'd give it a try. It somehow seemed to have strange effects. The scent makes my mood go up. I've long since finished the small bottle and ran out of colognes. I could've afforded the Armani one but if i bought that, the purchase of my iPOD mini would have to be postponed. I bought it yesterday before going to work and tested a little on my shirt.

The whole night just went my way with no customer problems or wadever shit. The power of Burberry Weekend...

Defence is the best form of Attack.

2005-08-30T00:00:00.000+08:00

I've done myself justice! Foosball doubles' title goes to team Jerelin. Hard fought matches against Xy's team, another team from Music@republic and my nemesis no longer, Vanadium, consisting of Ashraf and Ginny, cuz I met them yet again in the final and beat them once again. Although the prize money and trophy aren't that worth competing for, the amount of pride it contains is unmeasurable. The toughest match was the semi-final against the Music@republic team. They're minnows yes, but their playing style is relatively unknown. We dropped the first set against them our morales were rock bottom. However after superb tactics and strategy did we come back and win the game. The final proved to be a classic. Two evenly matched teams battling it out for the top prize.We took the first set then spurned several match-winning chances and dropped the second. The third and final set was a nerve-wrenching one in which after every goal scored came an instant reply. We somehow managed to eke out a win with more luck carrying over from the group stages. Relief spread through my body from top to toe. Even if i lost, i would rather the game be decided in two sets. The tension was so great the bars we were holding on to were trembling as we did. Credit must also go to my partner Chilin who made several impressive shots and a couple of match winners too. But overall, our strategy of "defence is the best form of attack" worked as tested and proven during the group stages. I really must admit that i got a bit of divine help from above. I was scared before the matches started i prayed, so hard for the doubles' title. And now i'm proud to say i've got it.

No Love Lost

2005-08-25T23:49:00.000+08:00

After getting knocked out from the male singles foosball(table soccer) competition, i vowed to make amends for the doubles competition. I did myself justice when my team consisting of a girl, the Bazaar Interest Group(BIG) president, Chilin and me won all the scheduled games and topped our group. Powerhouses made up the group of Death my team was in. Foosball IG coach and secretary with partners respectively. Competition rules: no two foosball members can be in the same team; a team with a female member would have a two goal advantage. So i picked a female partner. She plays attack while i defend. She's not bad tho, quite a find, only setback is that majority of the goals come from the back. Well, as the saying goes, defence is the best form of attack.

Today was my group's matches and i got to face my toughest obstacles. The coach is a master in defence but his partner is a sucker in foosball. Sooo, we beat them to pulp. But the second game was a real worry. I was facing my nemesis. Foosball secretary, Ashraf and BIG vice-president, Ginny. They were my best mates and rivals competing for top place. I guess we battled for more or less and hour before we emerged victors, but not without a stroke of luck. We won the first set 10-7 with me sweating my guts out. If we won the next set, which we did 10-9, we won the game. At 9-9 and Ashraf's team serving, I desperately wanted to call for time out but i had no authority to do so. Then lady luck smiled upon us. Chilin scored a complete fluke. With a tongue-stuck-out expression and a sigh of relieve, I left the scene with embarrassment. I wanted to win but didn't expect us to win in such a way. But since its a tournament, we'll take it. :)

Smiles and trash talk resumed after the game indicating no love lost after the game. My team proceeded to the quarter finals with Ashraf's team only that we get to face off an easier opponent(not that they're lousy, just not as difficult).

The quarterfinals beckon...

Of booze, stars and merlions

2005-08-21T17:50:00.000+08:00

The perfect Saturday night. Or, a perfect Saturday night some would call it. I was invited to a party after work. It was thrown for the restaurant's manager who was leaving for Aust. for better prospects. He was single, well-to-do and gay (means homosexual, not happy). All staff of the restaurant was invited for as the assistant manager said, it was a great opportunity for us to hang out and chill. I was at his Tampines flat early with the Filipino girl. His house wasn't a spread but it was stylish, very chi-na. We sat around eating his homemade "wantons" (well I call them "wantons" cuz they look like wantons but they aren't) and having a little drink. Even his collection of cutlery was very Chinese. I had a look at his DVD collection. Comedy, action, horror, and gay porn. Well, I guess it's his fantasies. The rest arrived after work at about 2am with LOTS of food. Calamari, lamb shanks, lemon chickens and roti johns. The night would've been perfect if not for me and my big mouth.

Well the game goes like this. Everyone has a glass of booze to drink from. In the pile of overturned cards were spades, hearts, clubs and diamonds of aces, twos, threes, fours, fives, queens and kings. Overturn a card from ace to five, either spades or clubs; you choose someone from the crowd to drink the number of mouthfuls of booze from his glass. Overturn a card from ace to five, either hearts or diamonds; you drink the number of mouthfuls of booze from your own glass. Overturn a queen, ask a question that has various answers e.g. brands of handphones. Answer: nokia, sony E, Samsung etc. The person who fails to answer would drink a mouthful from his glass. Overturn the first three kings, you get to pour whatever shit available like vodka, orange juice, apple juice, jim beam or even tobasco sauce into a common glass placed in the middle of the circle. The unfortunate person who overturns the last king would have to drink whatever shit there is in the common cup and the game ends there.

I felt very unlucky that particular night. I knew I had to drink lots of booze and I was rather prepared for it. But what I didn't expect was myself to drink almost 5 glasses of vodka with juice. Well there was a bright side to it. At least I never picked the last king in any round cuz people were pouring large amounts of Absolut Vodka with little juice to dilute it. If I ever had to chance to drink that, I would be dead drunk. Church the next morning would be nowhere in my mind. The first card I picked was a red 3. I counted myself lucky cuz it could have been something worse. I took 3 gulps of vodka with juice. Then some bitch picked a black 2 and made me drink. Shit. I felt unlucky enough to pick reds the rest of the night without people picking blacks and making me drink. The next 5 mouthfuls I drank were thanks to my manager or rather, my big mouth. I boasting after I picked a black 4 and choosing my to manager drink. He picked a black 5 and for revenge, returned the favour. Alcohol was passing my blood brain barrier and I was dizzy but still able to control my every action which means I'm not drunk, or I hope I still am not. Stars were orbiting around my head. After a couple or reds, and the final blow dealt from once again my manager, I scrambled to the toilet, the urge to throw being too great. The worst feeling was that of wanting to puke but not being able to. I hugged the toilet for at least 20 minutes before one of the staff made me dig my throat. The sensation was disgusting as was the matter that came out of my mouth (and nose).

After four waves of puking only did I feel better and just nice, time to go home. I swore never to do hardcore drinking ever again. Take pity on the merlion, it's a poor creature.

post national day celebration

2005-08-10T23:42:00.000+08:00

National Day means Singapore's birthday. Singapore 's birthday means Singaporeans' birthday also. Singaporeans' birthday mean my friends' and mine birthday too. Having said that, we decided to celebrate our birthdays together on Singapore's exotic wannabe island, Sentosa. Well, thats where all the hip people go. Only grandfathers and mothers go to east coast (boring..). Expect shameless behaviour, countless of photographs taken (157) and bodies burnt. The collection of photos would tell the story in great detail but i have limited leisure time so i'm only allowed a decent length.
3 guys and a girl. Ginny, Ash, Xinyuan (xy) and me. Well in my ex class, we couldn't differentiate guys from girls. We treat each other the same. Once there, Ginny wasted no time stripping her top off and allowing her body to soak up some rays. We three guys had a more exciting time. The frisbee was whipped out and thrown about. Only after that did the photo taking session start. Photos worthy of a place in any men's magazine were being taken. Pose after pose after pose. Shot after shot after shot. I saluted the inventor of digi cams. This wouldn't have been possible with film rolls. Next on the activity list was swimming, tanning and more photoshoots. We left the place about 8. Ginny commented saying this outing was fun. If this was fun, I expect our holiday to Malaysia to be outrageous.

road to recovery

2005-08-06T13:44:00.000+08:00

i was travelling home with xy from sch yesterday night. at bukit panjang, i met ester and heidi with their other Jeremiah friend. the moment they saw me, they started their hysterical high pitched laughs accompanied by little jumps all around the place. i cursed my misfortune meeting them. without further delay, they introduced Jeremiah to Jeremiah. it went like that:

heidi:"jeremiah, this is jeremiah."
ester:"jeremiah, this is jeremiah."
me:"hi."
jeremiah:"hi jeremiah."
heidi:"something irrevelant"
ester:"something else irrevelant (something about the 7th month which i dun givvashit)"
me:"alright, i gtg.. bye"
heidi:"bye jeremiah!"
ester:"bye jeremiah!"
jeremiah:"bye my fellow jeremiah!"
me (muttering):"bye.."

i walked a couple of steps what might seem 10 metres away before,
jeremiah:"jia-li-mai-ya!"

needless to say, considering my unnaturally short temper these days, my blood was boiling. i've endured taunts like these since primary sch and yea, i'm used to it. but from someone this age? i was so tempted to hurl some obscenities back but something inside me restrained me. i continued walking forward without turning back. i don't know that guy, i've just met him a minute ago and such an impression he's left me of himself. trying hard to be mature and coolheaded, i somehow managed to control the anger bursting inside. well, like the Good Book says, if someone slaps you on the right cheek, turn and let him slap the left as well. i kinda did just that. i got a few arrows shot at me but all i did was walk away. painful it might be, at least i'm on the road to recovery.

the rudeness of me

2005-08-04T12:22:00.000+08:00

well i kinda found out that my patience has been running out more and more easily, i tend to hurt people without meaning to.
take for example:
1) i was walking along a street, mind filled with bullshit from school. i enter a shop looking for a packet of sweets i want. shopkeeper greets and says:" good evening sir." i just ignore. i searched high and low for that particular sweet to no avail while the shopkeeper breathes down my neck wanting to help.
"Do u need help sir?" came the request. "erm, no i'm quite sure i'm fine." was the response. i walked round the shop twice without finding what i want. A similar question was asked, "are u sure u...", "No." i cut her off, " i'm fine." and headed for the exit. just before the exit the shopkeeper greeted me with a goodbye," thank-cute and have a nice day sir.." I was astounded. Who on earth says "thank-cute" anymore (except chi-na pocks)? i walked past her with a hand up gesturing thanks (well,not really), turned my head in her direction and muttered," Don't...tell me what to do."
I didn't know if the shopkeeper heard me but i certainly was rude enough. she didn't deserve my behaviour. i kinda felt bad afterwards.

2) this girl called K.Y. in my class. K.A.Y.P.O. K.Y.'s just a short form. irritates everyone in class. i don't usually suan her for nothing but when she chooses to K.A.Y.P.O. with the wrong person, i tell her off immediately without delay.
for example:
me:"sakina, how to find the drug concentration in blood plasma?"
K.Y. (instead of sakina):"orh...u must..."
me (interrupting):"i dun givvashit...just shut ur mouth and do ur work."
K.Y. (tiam tiam)...

3) friend owes me $10. i give him a call asking when he's going to return cuz i'm broke for the week.
*ring ring*
friend:"wa-s-up?"
me:"yo brother, how's school?"
friend:" fyne, lesson today suc..."
me:" okok, shut up shut up... u owe me 10 bucks. when pay?"
friend:" end-of-the-week-can?"
me:"alright"

See i hate to beat around the bush. I prefer getting straight to the point. I dunno when i've become so rude towards others. Maybe cuz i've been mixing with the wrong people like my older brother and some church friends.. haha... well, i really do wanna change. hope i can tho..

to take or not to take?

2005-07-31T21:58:00.000+08:00

Choices. i hate choices. That's because there's always a risk of making a wrong one. And if the bad choice i make is particularly important, my life could be quite screwed. the choice i now face is whether to continue taking an elective module or not. if i continue, my school timetable would look like monday-friday, 8.30am-4pm. if i do not take the elective module, i would have wednesdays off which i could use to rest or start on my professional profiling module (PP, i havent even touched it). and if i do not continue with my elective module, i end my hopes of the IPBMS (some monash U shit). i really might need some divine help...

the girl at work

2005-07-30T02:12:00.000+08:00

i'll never know how i'm supposed to continue with this Filipino girl at work. she's a headache, an irritant and well, words can't describe how i feel about her. her accent's so deep i can hardly understand her and her English language is so bad she can't understand me. she was attached to me today to learn food running. she ended up cleaning cutlery and polishing wine glasses. to me i feel she's only good at cleaning cultery. Liza came in and caught the wine glasses she polished still stained with fingerprints and scratches.. i got blamed for not teaching her properly when i did and she didn't want to use any strength at all to polish them. i dunno why in the first place she would want to sign up for this job attachment in s'pore and hell, Pierside. i rather she sign up at some maid agency where she can get attached to a home and bloody hell clean it up. anyway, all filipinos are maids so why should she be different? i see in the news people beating and abusing their maids and now i realise why. i used to be terribly ashamed of them but i now see my err. filipinos just cannot follow instructions (full stop). it'll be sooner or later before i start treating her like an ordinary maid or worse, abusing her. haha..

well to people out there who lose their temper at their maids(filipino) and start abusing them, i feel you have every right to. wait till the attorneys hire a filipino maid for domestic help then they'll realise how wrong they are to convict such owners.

p.s.: Justin, if you happen to come across this please note, at any part of this entry have i ever thought about you. this whole entry is never refering to you.

the ONLY race that kills its kind

2005-07-24T15:57:00.000+08:00

the human race. the most problematic and sinful. why did God give us brains and intellect for? if you ask Osama, he would probably say to kill millions and millions and spread worldwide terror. ask Wayne Rooney and the answer would be to have sex with loads of women the age of his grandmother. ask George Bush and he would reply:" I dunno.. I don't think God gave me any."

Just take a look at other creatures. they do not kill their own kind nor do they have wars against each other. but the human race is intolerable. the recent London bombings justifies it. why can't people live and let live? mind their own business and stop touching each others' nerves? the news today is filled with terror news and wars, the world's getting out of hand...

turning and turning in the widening gyre, the falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

The end to an amazingly terrible week

2005-07-23T01:29:00.000+08:00

3 UTs to start of with. Anatomy, applied chem and biochem. All killers. Actually, every UT is a killer. I started the week on a high, hoping that even if things down me, I wouldn't hit rock bottom. Unfortunately, too many things demoralized me so even though the end of the week draws to a close I just can't bring my spirits up. 3 UTs, 3 blows. 3 working days, another 3 blows. Everybody at work got a piece of me today. I was easily irritated, moody and full of hatred. Luckily Chef Robin cooked a bit of dinner for me. Lobster linguine without lobster, chips and basil crepes for dessert. A rewarding treat for a tiring week. I swore to myself I 'm going for a holiday in September.

Foosball competition's coming up. Details, details... Vicnes' brain is puny.