We all live in a yellow summerine.

You should have seen the look of dilemma on my face when i saw this sign.
To detach my pubes, so that it could enter the toilet seperately, was no mean feat.
But i did it. =)

and to match the theme of the week, heres some random stuff i found surfing around the net.

Ah yes, the japs call it intellectual porn.



Damn! I've got to get wadeva that bugger's drinking!

Erm, Ahem *clears throat*, Fanciful wedding cake.

Jielong: " Oei DIDI! help me collect my pubes from the pubic toilet can ? "

Xiao Di Di: " Hao Hao, mei wen ti! "

Jielong:" TaMaDe! i cannOt put it back on liao! "

Xiao Di Di: " Fang Xin, wo help ni! "

Ahhhhz. Xie Xie didi.

mmbop.

I've always sought to blog after feeling a sense of intense emotions, like now, though the reasons why i feel so would not be revealed. Though some incidents and expericence, i've now learnt to keep more things private to myself, afterall people do think i'm a better person when i say less mean things.
my sister is taking PSLE this year, and often i would feel the urge to tell her to stop getting distracted from her studies and concentrate. However, everythime i try to do so, the memories of my old days - having fun , playing the computer days before the exams- just remind me that she is no different than i was. I am a firm believer that most people have the chance to succeed, the children, lack maturity to know that their studies actually have a great hold on their future, the teenagers, lack the chances or determination to explore the unexplored, the grown ups, lack the courage and drive to step out of their comfortable environment.
For instance, if i could go back in time ( a wish everyone has, dont tell me you have no regrets, thats bullshit. ) , i would probabbly mug my ass off for the GEP ( gifted education programme ) exam, for the PSLE and even harder for the O levels. The same goes with children these days, obviously, children -being young and underexposed to the harshness of society and the world, would simply have one thought in mind, To be happy, without planning for what their future holds and drowning in their present and temporary happiness. Kids should be like that and enjoy their youth, unbounded to inhibitions and resposibilities which grow along with age , you say ?
Parents, on the other hand, often place their unfufilled dreams ( namely to succeed, to be rich , etc etc the list goes on ) and show death-like importance on their children's studies , sending them for tuition and memory-enrichment classes . But is that what children really need ? WOULD they even be better after being taught umpteen times by their tuition teachers when , in the first place, they have no idea why they are studying for ? A trip to disneyland for 4 band 1s perhaps ?
UNDERSTANDING THE IMPORTANCE, teach your children that , sending them to numerous tuition classes would do shit for them.
Then again, comes the question of what life is all about. I'm pretty sure millions of people before me have tried to answer this deep question. is a question that has no answer still a question My attempt shall do no better, i would think, but nevertheless i shall attempt to try. Being happy ? Doing something significant ? Or just to lead average lives, have an average looking life, holding an average paying job, on your death, you would look back on your entire life ( thats what the TV shows lah, when you die, your entire life flashes in front of you .. ) and what have you done ?
Most people would think that life is all about being happy and enjoying it, i support this idea. But then comes the question of what makes one happy ? TO lead an ordinary life ? TO have loads of money, sex , satisfaction ? Or TO help others and MAKE A DIFFERENCE ? I would say the bulk of us falls into the second category, correct me if i'm wrong. But i'd think that man , is born selfish. A chinese saying goes, ZHI2 ZHU3 CHANG2 LE4, loosely translated , it means being content = happiness, people who are able to do so are few and unknown to me. ( the inspiration is wearing out, sadly, shall continue next time. )

To be 2nd, is tantamount to being the last.

asdasd

whose parents see a report card: AAAC CC and goes, go read more of straits times , work harder for your chinese...

fuck them.

muahaha

love harry potter!
guess i feel that i'd rather spend my free time,which is alot, to indulge myself in a fantasy world with herm and harry n ron, than playing pool alll dayy long./

psycho.

havent wrote for 12 days or so, which is actually quite long for my standards. Maybe its because i'm out playing pool all day or maybe its because i'm feeling much happier these days, and i dont know why, but i'm glad that i'm glad.

Since yesterday, as usual, i was real excited bout the soccer match on sunday.Come to think of it, i havent played 11 a side for like few months ? The idea of seeing many of my SLK ( the soccer team ) friends was a bonus which made me crave for sunday. Daydreaming- my favourite and most frequent hobby-. I wonder if everyone else does it, but i simply love to imagine and dream bout stuff like doing outrageous tricks and shots while playing, yet what happens in my head rarely becomes reality. But at least with each game, i feel hope in achieving the impossible, the spectacular.

Contrary to what cc and ws think ( they think i'm in lurrve... which is like.. impos.) the recent surge in level of happiness in me may actually be attributed to the fact that i'm starting to really bond with my classmates. In the end, they didnt turn out to be much different from me neither were they hard to get along with. Nor did they hate me ( i thought they did ). I'm glad that i finally managed to fight off my instincts and actually tried to spend more time with them, instead of isolating myself by frequenting the snooker room at every possible chance. At least now, i actually have friends in tj to do stuff with. Previously, i never went out with anyone in tjc , as in going out as friends.. not like class outings and stuff , and discounting josh and sher, who were my friends since sec n pri sch. Finally now, i get to play soccer with my classmates, though they arent the best of players, we still have fun in losing.

Started saturday at 5am, woke up early to try and get some long due homework done. But the lure of watching mcr vids and listening to music, fantasizing that i was a rock star, was too great. Unsurprisingly, nothing much was done. In the end, i spent my time watching some chinese movie on star chi movie channel, bout the underworld , which totally interests me. A character in the movie said something which made loads of sense to me, and really applies in the real world, loosely translated- " It doesnt matter how you do it, what actually matters is the results." Inspiring.
Went out at 830, hoping to play and train for the match tmw with some of my stpats friends, but the weather didnt agree and it started pouring, until bout 930. Then 5 of us, andr vin dary jare just kicked the ball around, not the training i was hoping to achieve, but still a consolation. Apparently the rain detered some of the other guys from coming, so we couldnt start a real street soccer match. Anyway had fun later playing pool with clare in mega, then we ran out of money and so i decided to sneek him into tjc snooker room for a round, no wait, 20 odd rounds of pool, cheap and free pool. Just as every sport, pool offers satisfaction, one of the joys of life. The sound of potting a long shot, gives you the satisfaction somewhat similar to what a golfer gets when the ball enters the hole, that simple yet magical sound. The intensity and creativity to try and get out of a snook or to snook your opponent. The focus and composure needed , to hold your nerve on the final ball.
Anyway the feeling is simply hard to describe, but yet strongly addictive. Our free pool session ended at 4.00, when i saw ym at the bus stop, looking rather jaded and unbelievably , unhappy. I thought i had this weird feeling whilst talking to her, maybe it was because all the time i've seen her, she had never been this cheerless. I just guess it was because of the jcts, and i didnt make her feel better by making her talk about it. Maybe the hard floor she had to sleep on made her feel worse. I just didnt know how to respond to the stuff she said to me, the first time i heard her question why she came to tj in the first place, i thought she enjoyed the environment. Maybe i simply make a big fuss out of my life , making it sound more miserable than it really is, but sometimes , i look at her, beneath that lively and gleeful face, lies a string of worries , troubles and contradicting emotions. Doesn't everyone have that?

I used to think that life was uninteresting and revolved among the same stuff over and over again, sleeping ,eating , playing pool, soccer , movies, shopping, the list goes on, but doesnt go on as long as life goes. I've realised what makes life interesting- people.

Work numbs the pain, sleep heals the wounds, imagination brings euphorication.

Tomorrow would be a better day, SMILEs ARE INFECTIOUS!

dd

bookworm test: count down to the day which harry potter half blood prince comes out.