I hate being stood up. Just because I may seem to be perpetually free without a single better thing to do in life does NOT mean that i have the time (or energies) to sit, count the number of times I've sweared silently in my head and basically watch the world pass me by as I wait for you people to make your last minute decisions.


Show some consideration, let me assure you that I do have a life outside of school which is not spent sitting down like a fool waiting for the cows to come home (which by experience, does not seem to be a common sight). This is infuriating, you guys simply piss the hell outta me.

Random Thoughts


I think chocolates and Bailey's are good comfort food
I do not want to get back my mid-term papers
I should stop glancing in the rear-view mirror, and move on
I need some sleep too

Mugger.


Mugger definition 1: A devious, good-for-nothing fellow with an intention of robbing another of his/her valuables. A highly individualistic species, they normally work alone for profit maximisation. Can be seen 'mugging' in some dingy and poorly lit back alley and hence posting a distinct threat to amorous couples making-out.


Mugger definition 2: (Usually used in a Singaporean context) A person who is overly-hardworking, often used with the prefix 'chao' to form the compound phrase 'chao mugger' although it remains to be scientifically proven the connection between body odour and studying. Can be seen 'mugging' in secluded corners of your local library and hence posing a distinct threat to amorous couples making-out.


Mugger definition 3: A beer-fanatic. This species is commonly identified through their frequent insights that 4 mugs make a jug and there should be an inch of foam on every mug. Can be seen 'mugging' at your neighbourhood kopi tiam or anywhere with good cheap beer. When overly 'mugged' or intoxicated, they tend to become rowdy and overbearing, hence posting a distinct threat to amorous couples making-out.

Think of me as a dream. I come to you in the depths of your despair and sit beside your motionless, sleeping body. The stars do not have to shine for them to be beautiful in your eyes, neither does the solitary teardrop that forms rivulets round the contours of your cheek as it flows to its inevitable end. You can say, or do nothing wrong in my world of the subconscious. Before the sun rises, you are mine.


Think of me as a dream for when you finally open your eyes, I would not be around any longer.

stupid TCHS jokes that I feel compelled to blog about


Q: Why did the British want to sell opium to China?
A: Because they wanted to make the Chinese high


Q: Why do Chinese High boys wear khaki shorts?
A: Because their school was founded by Tan Kah Kee


lol

hello everyone, a little update in case you do not already know: my photos from Arts Bash ii, USC Dinner and Dance as well as the SAJC reunion dinner have been uploaded. You can find them at:


http://community.webshots.com/user/machiavellian84

Not everyone can be a winner on any given day. For everyone who emerges victorious there would be someone else who is left in the dust, a small price to pay to maintain the delicate equilibrium, the status quo of life.


Does this mean that all victories in life are pyrrhic? Can anything be truly won out of life? Yes we may gain experiences, memories, but what becomes of them when we leave this world? We came into the world with nothing, and we depart with nothing. And all is fair.


But ultimately, I would rather have played and lost, rather than not played at all. I would rather have lived a life with regrets, rather than not having lived at all. Life is ticking. Game on!!

To a very special group of friends who give me a reason to write this at an unearthly time of the night when I should be mugging my brains out:


It was indeed extremely heart-warming to see you guys come back for the reunion dinner on Saturday. The entire process of calling, SMS-ing to get a response for the dinner at times proved to be an arduous and thankless job, especially in the initial stages of June, when response was rather poor. Yet in the end, it all paid off when I saw everyone at the dinner.


I was happy not because the work we put into cajoling and persuading you to part with your precious money was finally reaping its dividends, but rather because I saw the bonds that we forged over 4 years ago still remain strong in our hearts. To me it sounded a little ridiculous to be paying 45 bucks to sit in some high-class funeral tent when we could easily have gone to a decent hotel and enjoyed the relative comfort of air-conditioning, but we were not paying for the dinner per se (although the food was pretty decent), nor for the excellent emcee-ing, but for what the occasion represented to the school, to us.


Let me be absolutely frank here. If you told me 4 months ago that we would be able to form 2 tables, I would have been delighted, and I certainly did not consider the idea of having 3. At the point where we had 22 attendees, I vividly remember sitting down at Spinelli’s Heeren on 18 June 2005, asking Huat whether we should try and push for 3 tables, it seemed to me highly unlikely at that point but we decided to be ambitious and push for it. And everyone who came, and even those who did not manage to make it but sent their regards, played a part in making this event a success.


Just imagine- the only council to have more than 1 table (more than 2 tables even.) W.O.W.


Hans and Huat: Sometime 20 years down the road, when the village moves, and when I become HOD history, or Vice-Principal of the college haha your names would be the 1st one down on my list if I had to recommend people to host a similar dinner function. Thanks for the great job. I would not fault you guys for not giving out a single lucky draw prize to us so the next time we have a big gangbang of a gathering, the drinks would be on the both of you =)


Once again, thank you, 24th.

hey guys i know this page is kidna dull at the moment but i'm currently trying to upload a new blog skin so please bear with this layout for a few more days.


Meanwhile, those of you that want to be linked to this new blog pls drop me a comment with your blog address. Thanks!!

Some things we realise that we simply cannot forsake and extricate ourselves from, they are the creepers on the grapevine of life, or perhaps it is life itself? You cannot find peace by avoiding life. it is instinctual to move on, but we irrevocably find ourselves being drawn back to the that very thing that we have left billowing in the winds of change, and not a day passes without us looking back in the rear-view mirror, reminiscing of what has transpired… of what could have been…


I always considered writing to be an outlet for frustration and angst, escapism from the harsh and often strident sounds of the world. Ultimately it provides a material existence to the very thoughts that run through my head and the feelings that expound the heartbeat. Yet as inevitable as the phoenix rising from the ashes, it has to die, allowing itself to be burnt till all that are left are the very same ashes from which it emanated from. I reached a plateau of exasperation and lethargy, physically, emotionally. I reached a point where I no longer saw saw a need in continuing. Just let go. Drift away. They do not have to see you.


Yet now after the passing of an eternity I finally muster enough courage to once again leave my soul on the operating table of facelsss surgeons… disclousure is weakness... I close my eyes and start typing... not knowing why, not even knowing for how long I will keep this blog going, but just glad that I have been given the chance to venture away from the shore.


Where do I go now?