FEVER!

fevarrrr.

rambling.

french lecture tomorrow.. je suis still having fever.

photog tut some more. cannot pon.

later i spread to ppl how?

my head's throbbing.

et toi? still okay notch?

the wind suddenly very strong. anybody else feeling it?

its cold.. and harsh.

whispers in the night.

cold.

so cold.

yet the fever burns on.

the chinese tea smells funny.


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"do you feel the wind, Bucky?

it's getting stronger.

the winds of change..

they are here, bucky.

and they..

they are coming.






Flee, you fool, flee.."

*almost inaudible crunch*
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/end ramble

Dieu Est Bon..

..Toute L'heure.

huzzah. just some older pictures from my phone of stuff last week:

first up: the most adorable little girl on the face of this earth.
shan shan. =)


then of course, school - where food is never more than a step away.

and now for today.
original plan: go escape theme park.
the banners and stuff outside were horribly pixelated. someone didn't do a good job of designing there. he should get fired. and i should get hired. hehe.

there was a highly controversial decision made to enter the haunted house there (it's a halloween special.), and aaron and i felt strongly against it (if you've been paying attention to elder dan's sermon you'd know what i'm talking about.).

Soooooooooo, it started to rain.
rain = no need to go into escape theme park.
not entering escape theme park = no temptation to enter the haunted house.

mere coincidence? or divine intervention? =D

Sooooooooooooooooo, we ended up stoning outside escape -obviously stranded because of the heavy rain- for hours. then again, there was a good time of prayer during this period.. and we all learnt a few lessons here and there.

mere coincidence? or divine appointment? =)

then the great *coughcoughcough* joshua poh graced us with his attendance. and so we went to tampines after a LOOOOOOOOOONG time of decision making and walking around, and came across this asian music competition thing.

the bass was booming like mad so somebody went in to take a look. being the singaporeans we are, the rest followed. first thing i noticed - nearly all the people there were poseur emo kids or m*ts. the bass was overdone, the guitar sounded like nails on a chalkboard and nothing was heard from the drum area except the mad crashing of cymbals. as if that wasn't enough, the m*t screaming away at the mike sounded like a howler monkey being strangled and horribly mutiliated. apparently this was enjoyable to their own kind as observed from the reactions of those around them. aaron and i walked out and noticed a HUUUGE difference in volume. it took our ears some time to adjust.

in the end, we ate at billy bomber's.

obviously too much food for him.

the PERFECT appetizer - wedges with cheese.

Honey spring chicken. worth the money - and the wait.

Seb trying to eat a chicken the size of his head.

the culprit still not feeling guilty (see post on dart)

the girls being girls - jeanette is hiding behind li peng. note the absence of food.

the aftermath. any dog would KILL to get the bones i'm tellin ya. soft, chewy and having great tasting marrow inside. what's there not to want?

the meal was finished with ben and jerry's ice cream.. i don't know the flavour. but it was very chocolatey. happiness in an ice-cream cup.

a very happy person. je suis beau, non? ;) ignore the chocolate stains.

it's the little things that makes one smile, after all. =)

Dieu Est Bon Toute L'heure. Amen.

The Life Of A Plastic Potted Plant..

imagine being shaped to be something that you will never be.

made in the image of something so beautiful, and yet worlds apart.

seeing the other real plants being tended to and being left all alone.

gathering dust, never being able to feel neither rain nor shine.

knowing you were never meant to be real.

never being unique, but mass produced.

seeing the things around you change while you still stay the same for eternity - at least until you get trashed or melted.

the life of a plastic potted plant. sad isn't it?

Mackerals At One In The Morn.

here i sit munching on my mackerals-from-a-can in front of the tv like i'm actually watching the nonsense. my sister has fallen asleep watching cheap reruns and my mother's doing her own stuff. i pause as i decide to blog.

i can't finish the last of the three mackerals. they're too big.

it occurred to me how frequently i blog as compared to other people. am i that free?
or are other people just too busy? or maybe its somewhere in the middle.

i don't know what i'm talking about.

the new song's from the movie rugrats in paris. Sinead O' Connor - When You Love.
its a beautiful song. i think i watched the movie waaay back when it came out. as far as i recall, its the only movie where i actually teared a bit at the end when everything was fine and dandy - when chuckie's dad and kimi's mother get married.

ahem. i was young back then. like i said, take some time and listen to the song.. and sift through your memories for times like the song describes.

french was awesome. this could be my alternative to chinese - seeing as i never got past the basics of the chinese language anyways.
i do aspire to write a poem in french (or even a few) by the end of this year. and possibly order in a french restaurant speaking in french and looking all posh-like and stuff.

"garcon, zis wahtair ees cold. fetch me un new glass."

french tutorial's gonna be lonely. nobody i know in my tutorial group - T08. hope i manage to make a few friends.

i had a weird dream when i fell asleep on the chair just now. i was in this cold wooden shack up in the mountains. suddenly this lookalike of my trudges through the door. he looks up and i see his mouth all iced over like he had been chewing on snow.. and apparently he couldnt speak because his lips were stuck together. he had snow all over him and was holding a notepad and a pen.

he wrote: "i tested the God of wonders - and I paid the price."

i woke up.

what could this mean? that i've been chowing down on snow to test God? this isn't making any sense.














.. or maybe it's really really REALLY abstract.

boy, what is it that gets weird stuff running through my mind at these times in the early am?

When you love
You're not alone
The one you love
Is there beside you
Never lost
Or on your own
A gentle hand
Is there to guide you..

Return To School.

As I walk back into school
back to the old, yet the new
i bow my head in silent thanks
such joys are truly few.

huzzah. school's reopened!

a very very welcome respite from the rotting at home. now i have someplace else to rot. haha.

and now, just to prove my photoshop is still as good as it once was:


presenting: pugfeez.

p.s. If you want your face spliced into a dog, do let me know. its loads of fun. X)

the new sem has uber interesting modules. looking forward to learning (yes boys and girls, ian cheng is attempting to learn!) new things.

best things first: FRENCH. the language which can make any food sound fantastic.
and of course, photography. now i get to toy with a big professional camera. MORE unglam shots to come. just you people wait. >:)

of course, with the new semester comes new things - including my goal to have a MUCH higher GPA. my previous GPA of 2.1 just won't cut it. with the addition of the new modules which i am actually interested in, this -should- prove much easier to attain.

now for the more sober stuff.

among all the hustle and bustle of returning to poly, the holidays suddenly disappear as if they've never existed. then again, can one ever prove that something existed in the past if that particular thing never left something behind as evidence of its existence?

how does one leave behind something to be remembered or recognised by? is it even important to leave something behind? would one want to carve a niche for oneself, or simply fade away into history without even a footnote?

what will i want? or even do for that matter?

...

what will you do?








i can only hope and pray for what is to come.

I will follow Him,
Follow Him wherever He may go,
And near Him, I always will be
For nothing can keep me away,
He is my destiny.

I will follow Him,
Ever since He touched my heart I knew,
There isn't an ocean too deep,
A mountain so high it can keep,
Keep me away, away from His love.

He IS my destiny.
Amen.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONGSHENG.

pics from today: some areas have been censored due to inappropriate hand signs. cough.
there -was- beer but i didn't drink.. haha.



pics from jeryuan's cam:


and here are some pics from cell, and the stayover @ josh's house on saturday.
caution: some pictures of ben may be highly disturbing. look at your own peril. HAHA.





some things are simply too nice to be described without one being there.. and the gathering of bob3 is one such thing.

blessed.

New Song.

yes im aware the new song is a little gay.
but its nice.

so there. lol.

The Sign..

of the horned hand.

what does it mean?

much too many singaporeans around have shown this sign thinking it represents coolness or as a salute to something cool (e.g a song well played in a band performance), or that it means 'rock on' (of which the widespread assumption being heavily influenced by the [insert alternate word for carpet here] populace.)
still don't know what it is?

there you go.

people may make comparisons to spider-man's sign when he shoots out a web-line.
however, the difference lies here:

see the thumb?
the definition of the sign with the thumb extended:
"The sign for "I love you" in American Sign Language, which is made by also extending the thumb."

no link to web-spinning, i'm sure. but definitely no link to the horned hand, which is defined here:
"The corna (Italian for horns, also mano cornuta, horned hand and fare le corna, to make the horns) is a gesture with a vulgar meaning in Mediterranean countries and a variety of meanings and uses in other cultures. Its origins can be traced to Ancient Greece. It is realized by extending the index and little fingers while holding the middle and ring fingers down with the thumb."

being a vulgar sign in many countries -even popularized as a satanic salute in the 1960s by Anton LeVey (the founder of the church of satan)- its a wonder how most singaporeans are ignorant and continue to show that sign in photos and stuff without knowing its meaning.. truly singaporean.

then again, most other terms and/or gestures are used blindly here in singapore, without people knowing their true meanings. as long as their friend uses it, they use it. "nothing wrong what, everyone also do." the age old excuse rises up.
false meanings even creep in, used by some to deceive others into thinking that the term and/or gesture shown isn't as harsh as it really is. either that or they don't know the meaning but gei kiang. - yes, i know what that means.

it's sad, really.

just thought of blogging this after looking through some photos.
no condemnation, no names mentioned.

cough.

Abigail's Birthday~

Happy Birthday Abigail (aka my niece.)

hope the tissue packets came in handy. ROFL.

pictures say a thousand words, and in this case they narrate what we did the whole day. due to the 250++ pictures, i have split the slides into 2:

Food, Bowling and Pool:


Carl's Junior rocks. totally. finally, a burger that takes me a long time to eat.. and a burger that fills me up. not to mention the free flow. thank you aaron pang for lending. he's still guilty by the way. ;) see previous post if you don't already know.

Arcade:


i had no idea the likes of amos and glen would enjoy the para para game with hands flailing around and such.. amos was scary. never in your life would you expect a rugger to go para-paraing wouldn't you? there you go. brute force mixed with lian-ness is not a pretty sight. and we spent like hours in the arcade. amazing how time flies isn't it?

if ya'all want the photos you can go sign up for picasa, download the program and then get to download the whole album. much easier.

boy, i should get paid for advertising.

my hand still aches. i woke up finding that i had been sleeping on the hand. i have no idea if the ache comes from sleeping on my hand or from the dart. either way, i could still own in pool.
YES, I REPEAT. I OWNED IN POOL FOR THE FIRST TIME. the combined force of Hwa Chong and Dunman Sec pwnt SAC and Cat High. huzzah. you should have seen me.

THE KING OF POOL REIGNS.

ONE MORE WEEK TO SCHOOL. and man, my tagboard is dead.

A DART THRU MY HAND. (Updated @ 12.29am)

im currently at andrew's house blogging this. aaron pang dragged me here and threw a dart HARD. the whole needle (2.6cm) sank into my hand.
thank God for the fats in my hand. if i were any thinner the dart would have pierced through the other side.

surprisingly it doesnt hurt at all. it's just.. aching. not even at the spot. my finger joint is aching slightly. it doesn't even bleed.

charlene is wailing and aaron pang is feeling guilty. he can't forget about it.

the whole scene went like this:

about 5 plus:
andrew: "these darts can kill people (be careful)
us: *throws darts like we don't care."

about 6:
*charlene comes*
andrew: you all can go eat now!
me: okay lets go eat *sticks dart in board*
aaron: *throws dart and hears the impact*
me: *thinks its an eraser and proceeds to stick the dart in the board*
*realises the supposed eraser didnt bounce*
*looks at hand and notices the dart sticking outt*
*slowly comes to a realisation*
"ow."

the dart was stuck deep. the whole needle was inside.. and it took me 2 tries to get it out.

charlene says she feels my pain (even though i dont feel any) and keeps whining and wailing "OW OW SO PAIN. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY HAND VERY NUMB NOW!"

andrew (who just came out of the toilet) was stunned and saw the dart penetrate the skin in bullet time and just stoned there.

aaron thought it hit the board and was laughing until he saw me try pulling the dart out and failing the first time. he's still feeling bad now.

for all those lazy people out there, here's a photo re-enactment. i failed to take pics when the dart was still in my hand.. looks like i'll never become a great photographer. a great photographer always puts pics above safety.. sobs.
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disclaimer: these pictures are photoshopped but they depict real-life scenarios with no exaggeration whatsoever. ask the people present if you don't believe me. HAHA.

the murderer-to-be with the weapon

him throwing it.

my hand there (i had just stuck a dart into the board)

the dart sticking into my hand.

me staring at the dart.

me yanking the dart out during the 2nd try.

the deceptively small but deep hole.

me not feeling any pain.

andrew's brother obviously not feeling any pain too.

the culprit trying to take his mind off the dart in my hand.

disclaimer: these pictures are photoshopped but they depict real-life scenarios with no exaggeration whatsoever. ask the people present if you don't believe me. HAHA.
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this second disclaimer is for the no-brainers who didnt read the first one.

it really doesn't hurt. but it was stuck there really really tight. imagine me trying to yank it out but failing. now that is some serious stuff. andrew describes it with great detail. seek him for more info. lol.

i hope there's not gonna be an infection. my fingers are aching.. and there's no blood. surprisingly.
in spite of the movies and anime and stuff showing times when blood spurts out of every wound, this 2.6cm deep wound bled like a small dot. about the size of this: O
yep.

boy, this is gonna spoil every movie/anime experience from now on. everytime they get stabbed by a large needle through the hand, i'll be thinking "hey its not supposed to bleed!"
or maybe its just that my fats sealed up the wound.
whatever.

andrew, charlene and aaron pang probably think i'm crazy right now. after all, i am the guy who smiled and laughed while having a dart stuck into his hand and laughed about it all the way.
i think i'm nuts too.

im still typing when i could be eating.













if i die because of an infection, let this post be the last.
good bye. tell whoever i loved that i loved them.

Fulfilled.

relating back to the maggi mee post some time back..

my simple wish of just sitting there eating curry maggi while talking in the night with a few friends has been fulfilled.. and of course, with the usual ps2 playing spree that occurs everytime bob3 ppl meet.






its pleasantly surprising when God answers your little prayers isn't it?
then again, its the little things in life that makes one smile.

life's like iced lemon tea.

it can be cold but it does warm the heart some with its flavour.
the lemon in it tastes sour -yucky on its own- but it adds flavour in its own special way when seen in retrospect.
the tea is bitter, but when combined with the sugar, the tastes meld together and produce something bittersweet, being able to experience the best of both flavours in just a single taste.

kudos to jared for inspiring this. haha.

life is good.

Whammy.

a punching bag
a substitute
is that all i am?
someone there
to take the flak
and then just
asked to scram?

"stupid", i was called
and i agree;
does having a soft spot mean
to take anything
thrown at me
as what am i being seen?

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punching bag
noun
1. a person on whom another person vents their anger;
2. an inflated ball or bag that is suspended and punched for training in boxing
3. Ian Cheng.

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maybe i really should stop caring about these things.

and people.

oh yeah. mind cafe today with the tp ppl.
whatever happened before that was a different story. haish.

One Of The Best Things In Life..

...is eating curry maggi mee in the witching hours.
just sitting there and staring into the darkness of the night while tasting the spice and feeling the noodles go down..

and it would be that much better if it were with close friends at the coffeeshop at that same time, just sitting there and enjoying each other's presence without saying a word - an unspoken conversation, an acknowledgement of the bond that ties us all together.

sadly, such things don't come along very often, do they?
oh, how much better it would be.

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FIR - Lydia (the song that's playing.)
English translation:

(Because of all these setbacks, I finally understand,
That most beautiful flower, it's blooming for itself...)

Lydia, with your vague gaze
Why do you wander with an ocean of heartbreak
You've been hurt; even your smile paces about
Gypsy girl, who do you sing for?

You will see fog, see rain, see the sun
The cracked earth yields heartache again

He left, but can't take away your heaven
After the wind dries, tears of rainbow light will fall
He left, so you can leave your dreams behind
There must be a place to wait for love to take flight

Lydia, happiness isn't far away
Open your windows, and make a wish

You will feel love, feel hate, feel forgiveness.
Life will not always be filled with heartache.
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Alas..

my strict code of not listening to chinese music has been broken, thanks to mister joshua poh.
hence the song on my blog now.

it fascinates me.

i learnt an interesting method of eating the meat in bak kut teh from mr aaron pang today:
Step 1: Attempt to take out the bone with a fork and spoon.
Step 2: Spill the soup all over the table and get it all over the people sitting next to you.
Step 3: Claim step 1 was the whole idea.

which explains my stained and smelly pant leg. washing it with water made it worse. not to mention walking back to my seat in a crowded coffeeshop with many an eye on me.

the holidays are gonna be over soon. just two more weeks.
some may ask: You crazy fella, why would you want holidays to be over?

Reason 1: I cant work due to the short amount of time left in the holidays. nobody would employ me.
Reason 2: I'm not some kinda party-goer who has something to do everyday.
Reason 3: Dragging myself outta bed after weeks of hibernating just to do a simple chore takes much effort. the hibernation HAS to stop.
Reason 4: I miss the people at school.

reason 4 being highly subjective.
NO, i do not miss the psychos or the schizos or the zombies.
NO, i do not miss the smart alecks, the bootlickers and the jocks.
NO, i do not miss the smoky bus stop and the early hours i have to drag my lump of a body from the bed.

but i do miss all the nonsense. and the smiles.

i'm going nuts again. rofl.

JOSHUA POH ROCKS!!!

HE ROCKS!!!

*edit* this was posted by joshua poh when i was uaware. he wanted me to leave this here for some weird reason. i do not endorse this message.

Life Is Good.

Through all the ups and downs
twists and turns
through all the sadness and joy
stop and smell
the roses and think:
"Life is good, oh boy!"

the ups in life
can be fully enjoyed
if only properly tasted
don't just look
and chuck it aside
leaving it all wasted. =)

yeah i know that was corny. XD
howzabout this:

the little things
that make you smile
just makes the downs
all worthwhile.

short and sweet. =D

An Afternoon Well Spent.

spending half the day just sitting there, occasionally talking, going donut-hunting, discussing names and generally spacing out with a dear friend is one of the better things in life.

an afternoon well spent.

'nuff said. =)

Of Birthdays And Bioshock..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW AND CHARLENE.

we had dinner at pariss. the buffet. it cost me a whopping forty bucks. FORTY. that could buy me lunch and a decent drink for a week.
what are prices coming to?
hmm. on a positive note, it was a very enjoyable time. chocolate rice and rainbow sprinkles flung to the nether regions of the earth, veggies and salmon stuffed in drinks when nobody's looking, and crazy laughter.

that.
is.
pariss.

photos below. once again, happy birthday, you two. 4th and 5th october. hah.
hail the 1st of october.



huzzah. i have a new mouse AND a real mousepad. not some used paper. finally. no more hand-cramping tiny mouse.. a good time of gaming awaits.

OR DOES IT..?

i recently.. *cough* acquired a copy of bioshock. the game. is. psychotic.
mutated humans talking and laughing to themselves (even little girls singing) in a dank, unescapable environment. the echo of a sweet girl's voice bouncing off the rusted and bloodied walls surrounding you in the dark, hearing footsteps and evil chuckling every step of the way. throw olden-day weapons and environments into the mix, and mutants leaping out from the darkness, grabbing you and yanking you towards their grotesque faces to suck the life outta you.

AND the little girls. little pupil-less eyes staring up at you and giggling. singing. "little sisters", they call them. who are always with the "Big Daddies".. mechanical monstrosities. its something out of a horror movie.

a really freaky horror movie.

that.
is.
bioshock.



crazy stuff. not recommended for anyone sane.
this wreaks havoc with your thinking. definitely NOT something you'd like to remember while pooping alone in the toilet at 3am.

i passed marketing. whoopee.
the ecstatic joy of overcoming a hurdle like this has surprisingly excused itself from the table..

the holidays have killed me.

i miss school.

More Photos..

here are the pics from andrew's cam: a slightly better view of the ambush at home.



my teeth hurt. especially my canine. this is the first time they're hurting since i put the braces on. the gums are a different story. gah. i can't eat hard stuff. the feeling of the metal on my canines makes me feel... like a vampire. =_=

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand. my crumpler bag strap got melted by the sparklers. its halfway cracked now.. i just heard a cracking sound when i stepped on the strap and saw the melted dusty remains. (cut off the weight-inspired joking here.)


major bummer.

and here are the pics of some of the presents i got for my birthday. (actually up to date this is all i have.. but more to come on saturday. hopefully. XD )

adabelle's..

the cavemen's..

dawn jie jie's..

some of the kfc youths and josh:

totally love you people. =D

17..

yep. this birthday has been the most memorable thus far. =D thanks guys for making this one the best ever. haha.
this is the first time my birthday's been celebrated by classmates.. october 1st being the exam period ever since primary school. i'm.. touched. and still smelling of shaving cream. never thought i'd see so many people in my room though. haha.
..
what can i say?

you guys rock. ;P

man, this is a sappy post. i'm at a loss for words. XD


these are the pics of the min-celebration at pasir ris park.



pics of the ambush at home.. from jared's cam:



lovely stuff.

Huzzah.

Oldness..


and one step closer to the Lord.

how ironic. its children's day and i'm feeling old already. *more kudos to jabez for noticing this.*

sleep held me in its nefarious cloud until denise's call jolted me awake. kudos to bon jovi for singing a really annoying alarm tone.
thanks denise for waking me up. haha.

hmm.. now the usual process of thanking people.. here goes.
in no particular order:

my beloved cell - vivien, aaron, ben, soh, amanda, bernie, helen, chin.
the kfc youths
wei ming (the fella from dunman) - XD
desiree
phildia
sue ean
gab soh
nicole
denise
jer yuan
gabriel tan
jared
lih yuan (!) who actually remembered! =D
jabez - the 2nd caller. ;p
ben
josh poh
aloy
wesley

and all the other people who wished me. i think i missed some people out. XD do remind me.

now thats outta the way.. here are the pics:
















KFC children's day pics:

gee. its 12 plus and i just woke up. what now?

tomorrow's dinner with the class. i think i gotta bring an extra shirt. haha.