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TCSJ, or Like a G6

2011-04-13T16:40:00.002+08:00

So for those of you who aren't in the know, I'm conducting my life in KL right now. That's right, conducting. I see this year as a big buildup for the grand finale at the end. This year is practically the most important year of my life, and so it should be!

College life is no easy matter. It's great, and it's fun, but it's a whole lot of work too, especially if you're taking South Australian Matriculation (SAM). SAM is a one-year (10 months, really) course that consists of 70% internal assessment (presentations, folios, class tests) and only 30% external (end of year assessment). So it's impossible to slack off, unless you want to repeat your SAM year (which I believe two of my classmates are doing; taking SAM lightheartedly is no wise choice), and I DO NOT want to do that. I want to get to RMIT, get me my paper certification that I can write oodles and doodles and off to work and start a family for me, independent of my parents. Because I don't want to burden them. Also because I don't like relying on them, because decisions have to be made taking them in to account as well.

College is awesome. I have met SO many new friends, and they're all great. Most of them. All of them, fine. All of them are great. If I had my wedding today (and this is a question I ask myself from time to time), I'd definitely be inviting some of my college mates, and possibly even in the future I will too.

Lectures are great too, because lecturers are so friendly, and it's easy to talk to them casually and it makes it very interesting to learn. I say this not because I'm what you may call a nerd, but because it helps a whole lot in scoring well when you actually enjoy the subject because of the teacher.

Taylor's is great. I have no idea why you'd go to somewhere to IS if you could afford TCSJ. It's not like it's a popularity contest here. We actually learn stuff.

Welcome Back, Nigel, or Wonder of it All

2011-04-10T18:46:00.003+08:00

I should seriously consider doing this regularly. Reading all of Carmelia's posts, dedicated and written just for my sake; it is a sort of guilt trip that makes me want to try, makes me want to write again.

Just the other day during Math class, I was writing a long paragraph on how stagnant my mind had become. How sad, that my once overly-stimulated brain, once able to handpick ideas out of the sky, became lazy and weak, and it became hard to find the appropriate words. In the end I had to (here I pause, thinking for the word I want to use) settle for the next best word, only to groan inwardly because I know there is a better word somewhere, nagging at my subconscious.

I don't know how many of you will be reading this, but if you are, I applaud you, and I raise my eyebrows at you, because... Because blogging is quite unheard of nowadays (or so it seems). This can be seen as my promise to you that I will try and do this more often.

There is just too much to say. Just too much. Looking back at blogposts of some of the people that I follow makes me feel extremely nostalgic.

I remember that I love words! I love to read! I love to write! What do I want to say?

Just two things.

The first, to Ri. I'm sorry.

The last, to Carm. I love you. Six months has come and gone, and I hope time passes faster and faster until.... Until it goes.

And remember, that no one does it better than E5.

Community Work, or Lost In Stereo

2010-09-20T21:13:00.006+08:00

I went to Sukau over this weekend (well, four days to be exact). Went there all fired up and prepared to work. 'Cos that's what I do. I have this heart (like my momma, who I have recently added on Facecake) for the STOP people who are the.... Uhm, Sick, Torn, Oppressed and Poor (I think). And so I like going out and in to the interior to help and do work and stuff. I like it. I like seeing the looks on their faces when we help them. I also like the little children who, for some reason, have this liking for me, and follow me everywhere, and they don't pronounce my name right, so I just let them call me Koko.

So anyway, there I was, ready for something like Pitas (we had like 600 people there in one day where they were waiting for us to arrive), when we were sorely disappointed; We only had 220 people there in both days. The need wasn't there. But it was still good to help out.

This time I did eye check duty and photo taking/ printing.

Now, I have to explain this in greater detail. My mother does this 'ministry' where she takes photos for kampung people and gives them the photos instantly in photo frames (sponsored), via the two Selphy printers that we have (also sponsored). It may not seem as significant or as helpful as medicinal aid and stuff, but it does lift their morale and make them happy, and it's a good way of gaining trust.

Made good friends too, with this dude called Jamil. We used his house to take the family pictures, and we got talking about cameras and stuff. Long story short, I'm thinking of buying his camera: D2x Nikon! And he plays music and all too, and he's really nice and friendly, and me and mum and Uncle Geoff went to a Kampung Wedding because of him =D It was a good experience. I can now say I have, and I think they were delighted to have a Caucasian there.

So yeah, I was doing a lot of photo printing and taking, along with Jamil and Mum. And some of the people there are pretty fussy about it. Not the way they look or anything, but the amount of copies we gave. It's specifically one photo in a frame per family, and they want more. HELLO? We're already given you free stuff. Give it a rest.

Consumption for What Is Perceived to be the Mind, But Is Actually the Heart, or

2010-08-14T09:04:00.002+08:00

Isn't it great to be happy? I like being happy. All the time. Why, I aspire to have a smile on my face as well as a smile on the faces on others around me. That's why sometimes I do silly things or skip happily or act energetically so on first impression, that's the impression I give. So many times I have had people giggling at my general direction, and when I approach them and smile sweetly enquiring what's wrong, I usually get things like "Why are you always so happy?", "You're so energetic today" and sometimes "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU".

It's good to be happy. You're outlook on life is more positive. When I woke up and got out of bed a while ago I would have been all zombie-Nigel mode. Oh wait. Sometimes I still do. But that's because I'm sleepy, so yeah yeah. I get out of bed happy, and if I wake to the voice of another, well, that just means the whole day is going to be a great day, just because it had a great start, no matter how crappy the middle is.

I like being happy. It's like food for the soul or the heart, or something. There's something about being happy about something, like getting good grades, but if you can set your mind to be happy about absolutely nothing at all... Wow. I salute you, and skip merrily by your side. Happy happy happy!

Happy, joyful, exuberant, jubilant, glad. All these words describe emotions that make your mouth twitch in to that wonderful smile of yours. These words make you laugh, they make you clap, they make you cry, sometimes. These words can spur you to jump for, what else, joy.

Isn't it great to be happy?

Well I'm pretty happy! Eventhough I'm not, I am... If you understand that.

Whataday, or The Sound Of Settling

2010-08-08T01:01:00.004+08:00

Phew. Today has been quite the day. I am exhausted, and I have no mood to blog (eventhough my blog is in serious need of human touch to its words).

I was so stressed out though, SO SO SO stressed out, but in the end, things worked out well, thanks God! You're like, the best, really! Prayer is power, and power is awshum!

Today I received something wonderful, became an evil gamemaster, sang a song that I think I shouldn't go around singing, drove three different cars, ate a burger, drove up and down I was probably on the road for more than an hour, unloaded a bunch of crap with (barely any) help, lost something, found something, went to see a friend in a crisis, met up with new friends and finally was able to see an old friend. And these words just don't justify it all. It doesn't.

I was at the Backpackers Cafe in KK, and it said that on this date, in 1947, a Japanese General was executed for war crimes in Borneo. What a coincidence!

It was a good day, though. No regrets. Except misplacing my bag.

DISC, or What You Waiting For

2010-07-10T11:43:00.003+08:00

I got back on Thursday night, and my mum poked me and said, "Nigel, tomorrow you help me run event again ah." Erm, okay, fine, sure...

Now before I give a downlo of what happened, let me just explain what DISC is. DISC stands for Dominant, Influence, Steadiness and Conscientiousness. These four traits are the main personalities that the rest of human behaviour can be more or less derived from.

Let's shove a few examples to quickly explain:

Cleaning a Whiteboard:

D- Quickly orders someone to get the job done

I- "WHEE LET'S CLEAN THE WHITEBOARD WHEE"

S- Waits for someone to ask him/her before moving to the whiteboard to clean it

C- Calculates the best way to effectively clean the whiteboard

When the Roof Caves in:

D- Organises a crew to help clear the rubble and aid the wounded

I- "WOAH, THE ROOF CAVED IN! AWSHUM!"

S- Huddles in a corner

C- Works in his mind why the roof caved in in the first place

A few people of DISC characters in the Bible:

D- Paul. Paul is a typical D, hardheaded and strong.

I-Peter. He get's things going.

S-Abraham. Mr. Behind The Scenes worker.

C-Moses. He charts the course (People argue he's got some D in him, and of course he does. Everyone does, so shut up and let me explain)

Anyway, so my sister, Andrew, Kah Mun and I were helping my momma out that night. Apart from Mum, me and Andrew were given walkie talkies. We were dressed up in super formal black (someone said debonair) (except for Andrew; He wasn't dressed up THAT much), and both of us ran around helping coordinate the whole show: From the release time of the alcoholic beverages (after the PM's speech) to registration ("Good evening sir... Yes you may sit there") to cueing (?) the guest performers, like the runner up from the latest season of Akedemi Fantasia (what was her name... Akilaah or something, but she was cute), to standing on the stage to hold the bowl of lucky draw slips.

It was pretty 'fun', in the sense that I got to boss people older than me around, and watch them wait on my call (that's the Control-Freak D in me), scurrying around serving food, and doing things I tell them to. When things go wrong, though, it's frustrating, because it's the event organisers who get the blame, not the hotel staff, or the performers.

Thankfully there were no major slip-ups. The hotel staff, however, are some of the most slow (mentally and physically) people I have ever met (and hello, the Chief Minister is here); I had to poke their supervisors twice to get them to hurry up and get more people working.

This event was the Shell Sabah Journalist Association Awards (OR SOMETHING), and it's held annually, every year, once a year. I met a few people who could be future contacts in the future, so that's a good thing. Who knows, maybe next year I could be a participant instead of the one running around?

Funny thing? I met my father there, who was a guest of his friend. And my mum was there. Awkward...

I did get to enjoy some booze after. A bottle of J, anyone?

Helium Balloons, or Sweetness (Jimmy Eats World)

2010-06-07T22:47:00.004+08:00

My Chem tutor told me that the reason that our voices become all high-pitched and freaky when we inhale helium is because the density of the air that we inhale is not as dense as normal air, and so the vibrations caused by our voicebox is faster, causing our pitch to become higher than usual.

Also, helium balloons have to fall down one day. This is because (insert reason here because I have no idea why this happens). I am so smart.

Why talk about helium, you say? The lojik applied in science usually, generally and almost always applies in our everyday lives. This lojik makes a lot of sense, and it makes us nod our heads and go "Oh yeah kan". Lojik is the currency of reasoning: If you have not lojik, you reason poorly, or not at all.

What goes up eventually has to come down. Cindy told me this one day, and I pointed out to her that I told her that first, and she just laughed. It is true, though. Good times come to an end. Bad times come to end. All time will come to an end. What you do while your balloon floats up there is what counts: You don't want to waste your time floating up there doing nothing. You want to do something. You want to be worthwhile.

There is always a push and pull. In Karate, we learnt that the sharper our negative reaction, the more powerful our outwards thrust. I've applied it and see it at work physically (ask the people I poke), but now I come to realise that it works socially as well. It does. TRUST ME!

How are you going to spend your time at the top?

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I'M SO STRESSED OUT WITH ALL THIS CAMP STUFF, ALONG WITH THE OTHER THINGS I HAVE TO CLEAR UP BEFORE I LEAVE FOR CAMP/ MIRI. STRESS. OUT.

TEKANAN. KELUAR.

And I've been unusually, strangely and oddly hungry lately. I don't understand. It can't be that I'm exercising more lately. I get hungry at the strangest of times: Lunch time, after lunch time, in the middle of the night, when I wake up, after I exercise. Ask the people I've been around. They've seen (and heard) me eat recently.

Things in life have been a chaotic bag of chaos. Inside is crap. I hate that crap. I wish it would go away. But I found this picture in Matthew Lee''s house one day:

I want to be like that. I want to learn how. I just need a partner to laugh along with my mistakes, to be there when I'm down. I don't expect you to solve my problems: I want you to be there, and let your presence just comfort me. Love is not selfish. Love bears all things. I'm bearing as much as I can.

I want someone to dance with me, as sweetly and as silently as possible.

Teeth, or Littlest Things

2010-05-29T23:23:00.002+08:00

At Bel's bakery (Walnut at Foh Sang, go there and buy bread, and maybe I can ask them to give me some for free) I had to sit for awhile to wait for my sister. Contrary to what my mother thinks, I wasn't THAT much of a kelefe... I had to discuss some things with Eleni, and after that I found this book lying open on one of the tables.

It was a book on sex. But it looked... Interesting (besides, there was nothing to do), and so I started reading. I was so engrossed in it that time flew by, and I didn't realise that I could've just gone home. Instead, I just read and read and read, and I made the owner promise me that I could borrow it once I was done.

I'm not going to go in to much details. I mean, we all know the drill right: Sex is holy, sex is pure, sex is something that needs to wait for marriage. We know the details, right? But what are we doing about it?

What's your excuse for not having sex before marriage? Religion? Is that HONESTLY it? That, to me, after reading that book, isn't really a good reason at all. If you want to know more you can ask me personally. But yeah, good read, I can't wait to get my hands on it again!

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Honestly, I have no idea why I started that rant. Wasn't really a rant to begin with, but whatever.

There's a lot left in this year. A LOT. Lotsa things to do, lotsa things to get through. Imagine, that it was January just a little earlier this year. It seems a lifetime ago, but it passed by so very very fast. I very very much so despised my life last year: Not the experiences and situations I went through, but the person I was. I wasn't myself. I was... Different.

I'm back (as close as possible) to the person I once was, but... But I'm, in a sense, 'stronger'. I realise that sometimes, I need to be serious. Sometimes, I need to stop fooling around. I'm still learning, but I take life in with every chance that I get, not taking it for granted.

Recently I've been... Confused. I wasn't sure of the road to take. Down a new path, or up the same one that I've followed for so long? Before I could make a proper decision, the new path shed some light on the truth. The truth amazed me; I expected it, but not so soon. I was shocked, and so I wanted to run down that road, but that wasn't the right thing to do. I had to stroll down the path, take in the scenery, all the little things, because I wasn't on these paths for want of a means to a destination. Rather, it was the journey I was on that really counted. And so far, I'm enjoying the sights, sounds and warmth of this new path. This path was something that seemed very... Comfortable. Like I was already used to the path; I knew the turns and bends even before I approached it, and I knew where to go. There were still some things I needed to learn, but I had time. Oh, I had nothing but time. This experience is... It was...

Different.

Sorry about that, it was all very very cryptic, and even the people that know what I'm talking about will find it a little hard to understand!

Being enigmatic is useful to a lesser extent. Eh.

Show me your teeth when you smile.

Full-On Freak-Out, or I Wanna

2010-05-23T14:59:00.002+08:00

My body aches so bad. I'm so out of shape!

But I think that, if I go the gym more often, I'll be in shape. Aha.

Hmm.

So yesterday I went to the gym. Me, Kimbo, Joshua Ronald and Adren went to the Sutera Harbour gym, where we're all members, and 'worked out' (Adren ditched us to play tennis after awhle). I just jogged a lot (6.5 Km, which to some of you isn't a lot, but to me at this time, IT IS), and did some ab work and a little bit of upper body exercises. This morning at church me and Josh were flicking each other's sternum (is it? Not too sure, I don't take Bio), which caused some painful wincing.

You were the one who raised me from birth.

But oh, you've changed so very very much.

What happened? Yeesh.

I went to pick my mother up from the airport just now. The first thing she said to me was, "What are you wearing? You look ridiculous." That's really what you want to hear from your mother. I think something's going on with her; something that she's not telling us. She's grumpy, touchy, and easily irritated, and even more unreasonable than she normally is. Stubborn and resolute, she's not going to give in to anything, so I surmised it's simpler to just walk away. And it's working, in a way.

I didn't realise I mean that much to you.

I mean, I did, but not now.

Just a hug?

After the meeting, something just pushed me into your direction, and give you a long awaited hug. I still don't know if that was the right thing for me to do. Maybe I should stay away, away again. It worked that way, didn't it? The silence. That's for the best.

But it's not what we want.

NOW IMMA GO LAZE AROUND THE HOUSE, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Why can't the holidays come faster? Come faster! COME EH!!!!

You Are Practical, or Underneath

2010-05-10T16:35:00.001+08:00

You Are Practical

You have your feet firmly planted on the ground, and you are very sensible.
You always seem to know what to do, and if not, you can sort things out on a long walk.

You are like comfort food for the soul. You set your friends (and even strangers) at ease.
You take extra good care of yourself, and because of this, you have a lot to give back to those you love.

Seriously? Man I rock!

The Little Things We Share, or Hanging By The Moment

2010-05-06T20:40:00.002+08:00

Isn't it great that there are just so many things to talk about in this world? How easy it is to change from one topic to another topic with ease?

Okay, what nonsense that is, right? Both sentences do not have to do anything with each other. As many topics about anything and everything in the world (music, movies, books, food, food, food, school, porcupines), and indeed, there are many things (including food), it isn't always easy to talk to someone.

I know A LOT of people who are chatterboxes, but those boxes are closed; shut tight, firmly locked. All you need is the key to open this box, and voilà! Instant chatterbox (just add water). So many of these people complain on the inside of being lonely and that no one ones to be their friend. Believe it or not, I was one of those people. All it took was someone to open me up.

I'm generally like that, too. Whenever I go to a new place, I don't talk to anyone. I plug in my iPhone, listen to music, and alienate myself from the strange surroundings. As soon as someone starts talking to me, though, I open up to them, and the earphones are put away.

It's like that story of the frog? The frog who is taking a bath, and the water gets too warm, and he gets comfortable, and after awhile he's boiled alive. Disgusting as that may sound, the whole point of the story is "don't get comfortable with what you're doing. Complacency is dangerous". And Indeederific, it is.

Over the past few weeks, I've been making new friends, making old friends, making a mess, and making a plan (okay, that's not grammatically correct, but I need to put 'making' one more time). I'm devising a plan for my mother on mother's day, and I'm not sure how big it will be, but it will definitely be successful, eh Josh? But I know you don't read my blog, so never mind. If anyone is reading this and knows Josh Ronald tell him to start blogging again, he hasn't done it for 9 months.

Anyway, I hope this people skill thing comes in handy one day. In fact, I hope I'm able to make a living out of it. That'd be great, because it'd cut studying time.

Which reminds me.

I have my exams in a week's time.

It doesn't feel like it though.

Ah well. BZZT.

Note for self: Lol, remember at the start of your blog, where you refused to write about yourself and what happened everyday? That's what you've become, Nigel. This is the kind of shit you should be writing again.

Note: I love my scarf!

The Sharpest Edge, or Don't Quit! Not Quite!

2010-05-02T21:32:00.002+08:00

The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?

Alice Kingsley: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

And I find this to be quite true, actually. Like Joshua Ronald's shirt says, "Well behaved people seldom make a difference." It takes just on person to step out and change the world. In fact, it took only vote for Hitler to come in to power. So yes, if anyone says that one person makes not the difference, that is in fact WRONG.

We have to stand up for what we believe in. It is okay to have anger, but do not let anger have you. We have to be stubborn and unmovable for what we believe in. When asked on Saturday, "Are you ready to die for Jesus?", I averted my eyes, because I believed I was, but when the situation comes, what will really happen? Because saying something and doing it are two completely different things.

If you were not at the Cutting Edge conference, you missed not a good conference, not a great conference, but an important conference. It's about or nation, generally, and some people confuse it for being something political. There is NOTHING political about God, guys. Religion is political. God is not.

I won't go into details, because that would take awhile. Just know that God has risen up a Generation to declare.

On a side note, I played bass again for the first time this year! It was great to play for a Rally again. I enjoyed the Praise and Worship a lot, even though my lack of practice caused me to make tons of mistakes. Ps. Sam told me on Sunday that he "enjoyed watching me play. The enthusiasm on your (my) face is very encouraging." And I try my best to show when I serve, I suppose.

And people like the song we wrote! People are asking for the mp3 and the chords and all. I'm just so encouraged by that. It's not me, but He who lives in me. It's me making a difference in a way that

I know how.

Mum is sick. I slept all day. And there's school tomorrow. And there's work to do.

On the bright side, Chelsea won! =D

Yes, Carm. I am awesome. Just admit it.

I See Now, or When You're Looking Like That

2010-04-27T22:49:00.003+08:00

I got sick recently. I think it was due to the bug going around, and also due to the fact that my mother isn't here, I have the house to myself, and the late nights out. Sure, I have a Wii, but again, I didn't buy the Wii to play it myself, it's more of a party thing. I never stayed up late Wii-ing. Rather, I'd be out, or in, watching movies or something.

But I'm all better now, and the work is piling up. I tried doing my Math and Account work, but somehow, after finishing one chapter of Math, I couldn't figure anything out anymore. My brain got stuck. So that leaves me with half a chapter of Math and a total of 6 Account questions (for those of you who don't know, Account questions take an average of 25 minutes to complete, each), and I tried doing them, but I honestly couldn't. ARGH. The one time I actually am committed to doing work and I can't. WHY WORLD, WHY?

Anyway,

Please, if you feel anything for Malaysia, even remotely, please come. Don't ask questions, this will only take at most two-and-a-half hours of your time (if you only come for the rally, 7.30pm, 1st May, Skyline SIB). You really want to know, ask me about it personally.

I'm giving up on my work, and going to bed, reminiscing on Suit Up, which, by the way, went alright. As last minute as it was, we did make a HUGE impression on the church, but sadly, and I hate to say this, but my mother wasn't there to take brilliant photos of us in our marvellous and fantabulous looking sooooots. Instead I had Jo-Hanna taking photos, but she wasn't used to my camera so we only got mediocre shots.

Anyway, I just need to survive this week (Especially tomorrow when I meet my math and account teacher, who, whopee, are the same person), and when Friday night comes Tristana (my Nikon) comes out and I'm snapping pics for Cutting Edge. Apart from that we have practices on Wednesday and Thursday, so that means every single night from now for this week is occupied.

Come, yes? Come and be blessed in, and in return be a blessing yourself. We're playing The Declaration, ahahah... When I first heard it being played by anybody but myself, it was like "Wow, haha, okay, okay.. Wow, haha", so you can get that I didn't really know what to feel about it.

Have you watched My Sassy Girl (English, not lame-ass Korean)? It teaches you that leaving things to Fate or Destiny or "Whatever will be will be" is simply the stupidest, most passive thing to do.

If you want something, you have to do something? Logic, yes?

ARGH STRGWTGR HOMEWORK

Legendary, or Lullabies

2010-04-18T21:49:00.002+08:00

One word of advice, before I start.

GET ENOUGH REST BEFORE MISSION TRIPS

Okay, now! It begins! The tale of Dandun, Pitas.

Slept at 1am, forgetting that I would have to wake up at 4.30 to pack.

So I did wake up at 5 (haha slept woot!) to pack, albeit hurriedly, but I packed everything, nothing was forgotten, so there!

Set off to go McDonalds/Shell, where we were all meeting to depart as a convoy.

Went with Melvyn, who was driving Ps. Philip's car. I know, awesome right? WRONG. That car has minimal pickup. Heck, there were Kias speeding past us at times.

Was a bumpy ride when we went off road, we got lost a total of TWO times, which set us off schedule of course. Raining pretty heavily.

Started unloading everything off the cars in to the hall: medicine, towels, soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, brooms, tables; the like. This wasn't a regular mission trip: This was a medical trip, where we work together with the government to provide treatment for the interior dudes.

Set up consisted of preparing stations:

Registration>Height and Weight>Temperature>Blood Pressure/Deworming>Doctors>Medicine Collection>Goodies

So what was my job? I took pictures and helped out wherever I could. Pictures later.

After that went to the suspension bridge.

After THAT, went to play in the river. That was FUN, playing with the little kids there, splashing water everywhere. I think they love me.

Shower up, dinner.

Went to watch MU vs ManC. EPIC game... Last goal was so... Epic.

After that, went to eat porridge with Rachel Lee. Stayed up with her and random people till like 4.15. I blame her, it's mostly her fault.

Woke up at 7.15. Walk around like zombie awhile.

9.30 went to church.

Halfway through church, though, I was suddenly called to act for the children in a separate building. We did the prodigal son, and guess who that was? Me.

Went to set up Medical Centre one last time, then it was just helping out with the medical side of things again.

Left there at 4 smth and arrived back at 7.30. Woo.

Had dinner with mum, Kimbo and Melvyn.

That was pretty simple and straight forward. And that was just what happened.

Overall, the experience was amazing for me. As tired as I am (believe me, I'm dead tired. Do the math, and you'll see that I slept for an amazing total of about 7 hours in 2 days), I have to write down what happened while it is fresh in my mind.

I gave away to caps to two children there. Those actions, of course, garnered me a lot of attention from children bugging me for caps and candy, which I carried around at most times. It's a good way to communicate and make them do things.

Mum brought up two Canon Selphy printers, where we printed photos as my mother took them, put them in photo frames and gave them to the people. This was another good way to make them sit down and not run around (parents and children included), because it was pretty much chaos in that place. They were generally quite happy to receive pictures of themselves, though it did cause a bit of problem, which shall not be elaborated on.

The river was fun. Children were playing in the river butt naked, boys and girls together, and even when two sisters almost drowned, their friends swam in to help them and continued playing. Only me and Aunty Jenny dared to go into the water; everyone else just stood at the riverside and watched us. All I said was," You don't get to do this everyday."

I won't bother commenting on the football game.

The real fun begins at 10.30. The majority of 10.30pm-4.15 am the next day was spent at what me and Rachel-

Okay, pause a moment. I made a new friend, Rachel Lee. It's not true to say that I didn't know her before. I mean, we went to the same church and all, but we barely talked to each other at all. We both somehow clicked, being around the same age (her a year older than me), and at the camp we just hanged around a lot doing tasks together. In a way I'm glad that I got to know somebody that was around, but I never knew. Our families our kinda simliar and all too, but never mind, back to the story.

-referred to as 'Harry's Place'. Uncle Harry was my mum's friend who she invited to go in this trip because he's a super safari guy. He has a meanass car, and meanass camping gear to go with it. He had a box full to the brim with different types of instant noodles, a water boiler (camping style, no current needed), and all sorts of stuff.

Anyway, Harry's Place was where me, Rachel, Harry and two friends, plus two doctors for awhile gathered, along with the night-watch people. In the end, when everyone fell asleep, it was sorta just me, Rachel and Uncle Harry, and the night-watch for the hour (they took turns- Josh Siaw and somebody, Alvin and somebody, Eric Foo and somebody, Etc). Me and Rachel talked endlessly, made it rain on each other, looked at the beautiful night sky, made Ipoh White Coffee, while all the while talking with the night watch people and Darrell, and eating chicken ginseng porridge made by Uncle Jeffery. It was an epic night, and the memories are still there, but I can't be bothered to write it all.

I am EXHAUSTED. And I have an Oral test for my O levels tomorrow. Should I upload pictures? Nah they're on Facebook.

Now was it Legendary? The best part, though?

It brought me back to me and you, Ri. Funny, ain't it? It's where it all began.

Go again? Sign me up!

What's It To Ya, or Don't Trust Me

2010-04-04T23:28:00.004+08:00

xvc

You know those super awesome killer long weekends where Friday is a holiday? Thing about these long weekends are that they are usually wasted with sleeping at home.

Not this time!

Friday

Friday was Good Friday, and it was the Goodest Good Friday ever in the history of me. Woke up bright and early to go with Bernard, Maxine, Val, Deanna, Jo and her colleague to go on an eating spree. Went all the way up to Tuaran to have Tuaran mee.

After that, went to eat Loh Kan, which is actually seafood (which I usually never touch), but it was SO good, that I had to have some.We ordered 80 of these babies, and I had like 10. Only. Still, better than nothing.

After that, we headed to 1B (we still couldn't figure out why we decided to do this), and we had McDonalds ice-cream (in my case I had a sundae, McFlurry and vanilla milkshake) (Some people know who to turn to when they're not hungry any more). We then proceeded to Toys R Us where we had the time of our LIFE. We spent an hour-and-a-half there playing with all the times and laughing our heads off. Great fun.

After that, went back home, grabbed my stuff, went to shower at Maxine's house, and then went to Bella Itallia for dinner (more food I know). Some Vedablu after, then me n Bernard went to Clash of the Titans, but there were no good seats, so we went to go play pool instead. Nick Lee called us after a few games, and we went for supper at Salim.

A Food-Filled Friday, haha. Awesomeness.

Saturday

Saturday was actually boring, haha, until Youth. I just used the computer and slept until like 6.30, then went to Youth, where I was observing constantly my iPod for football updates, and, thank God, CHELSEA WON M. U.!!! No surprise, really. Anyway, Youth was great, Ps. Siaw (yes, the term I coined actually stuck) preached, good message, disgusting beauty pageant though.

Then he asked me to go up and intro the song we wrote (PRESS ON). I had to recount the story for like the third time. And they sang it! It was good, in my opinion, anyway.

After Youth ended, talked to Yien's friend for awhile (A lot, actually). She's reading the same book as me now, what a Coinkidink! The Zahir by Paulo Coelhr, wonderful book, unheard by many, but she was reading it too!!! Scary. Didn't catch her surname though, Nicole something.

Had supper at Lido there. Wonderful Kweh Teow Soup.

Sunday (Easter)

Woke up early, Banjo picked me up and we headed to church. Was doing two things for Easter, so went early for practice. I'll skip that.

Easter started good, Praise was wonderful. Then was the children's thingy, which could have been better (ever the critic, I am). But they did the job they were supposed to, so praise God.

Then some message, then Joshua did a duet with Cindy, then it was time for my skit.

Did a skit with Deanna and Nathan, where I'm the Devil (yes, me) in a way. Malas want to recall the skit. It's about forgiveness and slavery or smth like that. I had fun doing it, so yeah.

Then after a lot of stuff, went on stage to finish the service with Who Am I, My Chains Are Gone, and Oh Happy Day (Love that song, man!).

After service went to Grand Port View to eat, after that went to the US navy ship thing. It wasn't all that bad, in the end.

It WAS freezing cold though.

We were SOAKING wet. Literally. We dripped all along their nice shiny floor, hehe.

They gave us a tour of most of the ship, really friendly guys, we went to the anchor room and the control room, and also the deck, but it was really cold, so we went back inside real quick. The picture above is from the deck.

This picture is of their canteen.

After the tour, me, Clem, Nick and Jon Lim ran to the car, SOAKING DRIPPING wet. I lost my tag in the rain so I had to go out cold and freezing to get it.

Now, however, comes the highlight of the weekend.

How Clement Lee Fainted

We went to City Mall after the US navy thing. Jon Lim wanted to donate some blood ( I don't know why, in the end he couldn't because they couldn't find his vein or something), and he ask Clem to donate some too (you had to be 18 and above to donate). So Clem was allowed to donate, and he lied down on the stretcher thing. They tried on his left arm, but they burst something(!), so they had to do it on his right arm. He had been injected with anaesthetic twice now (from both arms), so he was giggling a fair bit, giggled when I talked to him, giggled when I told him he was giggling, etc.

Anyway, so he successfully donated a large amount of blood. I stayed with him for awhile while the rest were with Jonny boy, and just talked to him, 'cos he needed to lie down for awhile. After 5 minutes he got up, but he felt dizzy so we guided him to the chair and he sat down and we gave him Milo to drink (he got like this huge bag of goodies for donating blood).

After awhile, we were all, "let's get him something to eat" so we started walking to KFC. Suddenly Clem stopped mid-speech, and his legs were collapsing-ish. In my mind I was all "wtf", and me n Jon who were standing either side of him caught him, but he was so heavy we needed Patrick and another random guy to help us drag him to a nearby chair while people were looking on.

While this was happening, his eyes were open, and we were all talking to him, but he wasn't responding. I was seriously freaking out a bit by then.

This lady out of nowhere produced a white little thing (which turned out to be a sweet), and waved it in front of his face. After a while, he blinked, and squinted at the sweet. He actually blacked out, so yeah. Hard for him to grasp what was going on. Anyway, long story short, we stayed with him, fed him, fanned him, made sweet drinks for him, and his parents came, all worried.

Really interesting moment of my life, hehe. Clement may not be the nicest person in the world, but through this, he has garnered my respect. Honestly. He sent me home after all that again, lol.

Had dinner with Kara, then here I am at home!

So yeah, it was one of those weekends. Those better ones, I suppose. Crab actually came to church again (surprise number 2!), that was good. Ate way too much food, that's good too. Made a new friend, Nicole, which is good I suppose. Easter was good, which is good. (XD).

Best of all though? I don't know. But hey, more's to come. Cutting Edge, people, end of this month! More details to come.

Can I rant for awhile? Haha, thank you.

I hate it when people say they want to leave it to God, but remain completely passive. What's passion for if there is no action? Being indecisive and staying that way is only your own downfall. You make mistakes only to get up again, and that's where I've been. So yeah, here's to you lukewarmers out there. Go do something. PRESS ON!

Soon to come: You'll be hearing The Declaration soon, this I promise :) Whooahooah!

Never again, Ri! Haha, I'm not mad.

Looking Busy, Doing Nothing, or Starlight

2010-03-30T22:49:00.002+08:00

Last night I was privileged enough to attend the Chief Minister of Sabah's, that is, Datuk Seri Panglima Haji Musa bin Haji Aman, birthday party. It was at his private residence and it went on well in to the night.

This blogpost is really going to be useless, because I'm not allowed to post any pictures about it, or say anything much about the party, but it was an interesting experience. I wasn't invited, of course, but I was asked by my mother to help out (my mum was organising the event). So apart from taking photographs here and there, I sat at the kelefe table far away from the rest of the tables with the other kelefe people (my mum's workers, the band, the sound and light guys) to eat and drink.

The food was gooood. Catered from Hyatt, it was a very good, free meal for me, heheh. Had like tons of sushi.

I really didn't do much there, but it was interesting to see what our CM is like in private. He's a very friendly man, he is.

A side note is that most people there was a Datuk, so if you shouted "Datuk!" probably half of the guests would turn around to look at you shout. Haha.

All in all, I think it went pretty well. So Happy Birthday, Datuk Seri, may you keep Sabah in working class conditions.

Did I mention it rained yesterday? Well it did, and guess who played in the rain?

All of our Chief Ministers have Wikipedia pages 0.0

It's Coming, Whatya Want From Me

2010-03-22T18:14:00.005+08:00

Can you see the clouds? Can you feel the chill? The rain's coming. And if it doesn't, then we'll just have to make do, but no thinking like that. Believe it's coming.

It's March already, and next week it's going to be April. More than a quarter way through there, means that time is ticking ticking ticking away. It's already been 17 years of my life, and here we all stand in 2010.

In 1993 I was born.

In 1994 I learned to read.

In 1995 I went to school.

I have no idea what happened in 1996.

In 1997 I went to London (I think, crap I can't remember).

In 1998 I almost graduated from Kindergarten, but I didn't.

In 1999 I actually did graduate.

In the beginning of the 2nd Millenium, I started public school.

In 2001 I went to Australia for the first time.

2002 was the most carefree year of my entire life. There was no stress, no worries, just plenty of fun, my family still intact.

2003 was when I started to grow up. Remember my mother caned me for getting bad results.

2004 was the year our choral speaking team went all the way to Penang. Good times. Not so good for my household though.

In 2005 we had UPSR. "WOAH", we thought. How insignificant, eh?

In 2006 took my first step as a Secondary schooler.

2007 was a roller coaster of emotions, and dissapointments, and generally not feeling very happy, but there were enough good moments to cover for that.

2008 was the best and worst year of my life.

In 2009, I added the most number of Facebook friends ever, bar none. Bittersweet year.

What else do you want, 2010? You want my sanity too? Come get some! You've still got

365-31-28-22=264 more days left to ruin it. I'm determined to survive this year, eventhough, as I predicted, it would suck.

Anyone up for paintball?

The Declaration, or Dare You To Move

2010-03-18T15:01:00.002+08:00

Last night we didn't have worship practice, but Josh Ronald asked me to go so we could work on our previous song (PRESS ON!! PRESS ON!!) a bit and to write a new one. Since I had a gist of a song in my head already, I was all for it.

So we went and fiddled with Press On, then we came up with what may well be the BEST SONG EVARR!

The Declaration

Music and Words by:Joshua Ronald, Nigel Chee and Joshua Siaw

This song is our act of declaration for the greatest and most worthy of causes.

Intro

A E B C#m x2

Verse

E F#m A

The mighty things you’ve done I know by heart, I know by heart

E F#m A

Though I may not understand the things you do for me

C#m B A

Still your promises remain

C#m B A B

Promises that help me let the whole world see, that

Chorus

A B G#m C#m

This is our declaration, whoa whoa

A B G#m C#m

Sing out your proclamations, whoa

A E B C#m

That Jesus lives in me, and now I’m gonna let the whole world know

A B

That Jesus lives

Inside of me

Bridge

A E

Now I’ll run with wild abandon

B C#m

‘Cos the truth has set me free

A E B

Christ in me the hope of Glory

A/C# E/B

I’m gonna finish this race

B/D# C#m

With the strength that he gives

A/C# E/B

I’m gonna shout out ‘Jesus lives!’

B/D# C#m

And He saves, He saves

BEST PART EVER

A E B C#m

WHoaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooo whoaaaaaa oooooooo who ah oh ah ohhhhhh

WOOT BEST SONG EVARRRR! Glory to God! (not part of the song)

The actual only reason I posted this is so that if I forget I can always use my iPhone to come back online and check the lyrics and chords. The Woah melody is still stuck in my head.
Did I mention Revo came? Must say that there should always be two nights to a Rally: The first is the 'Rally', where people actually come to know about it. The second night is the 'Harvest', and we know what happens there. We know that the Revo here was supposed to end with a bang, but somehow the atmosphere wasn't right. Next time, Revo team, we're waiting. But we don't need them to be energised. Hey! Be the change! Write amazing songs like me XD I'm joking of course.
But really. This is how I know to make a change; it may not be as impac-ful as other revolutionaries, but hey, it's a change.
What are you going to change?

Release, or Let It Happen

2010-03-15T10:09:00.002+08:00

I have finally got over her, after what seems like almost 5 months of struggle. It's not painful for me anymore. Now I'm free, and it looks like you're the one having a stressful life now. I can't help, because to you, I'm not the person I once was.

How did it happen? I woke up and realised it. Now on to people who actually want to talk to me.

I've reached that stage. Are we all happy now?

It's Your Day/100, or Stella

2010-03-07T22:23:00.003+08:00

This weekend, or rather, this whole week has taken it's toll on me.

Quick recap mode!

Monday: Oh. Nothing actually

Tuesday: After school, went lunch with ma dad, then went to All Saints to go say hi and help the Debate team out, who by the way won! Congratulations! Quad smth smth smth. Forgot the school motto lol. Then again, who remembers it right.

Wednesday; OKAY. It starts here. Lee Clan took me out for dinner then went to worship prac, where I'm haunted by "Press On" wherever I go.

Thursday: Straight after school, picked up by my driving instructor, had two hours of driving lessons, then drove all the way back home from ADC. Freaking scary. The car died twice ><

After that, Kristal took me out to go watch the sun set, then dinner at Upperstar KK.

Friday: Went to the Marcus Clan's house to celebrate Joshwel's bday. Stayed there for like half the day.

Saturday: Got up at like 6 smth, went to Kota Marudu with mum, Bossman aka Uncle Richard, and Ps. Kee Chuan in the car. Kota Marudu was awesome, saw a lot of our stuff there (we donated a lot of things to the hostel, so we saw like 4 paintings there, two tables, and our mattress, along with alot of our clothes). Came down afternoon, then rested then went to youth, then went home late, and stayed up pretty late too.

Sunday: Got up early again, went to church early cos singing in choir. Played Majesty brass cos Willie didn't show, then went eat lunch with youth, said goodbye to Kristal, then went for a DotA session with the guys, pretty fun, then went home, and now at the com typing this.

Really tiring week. And this post marks the 100th post of this dying blog. To celebrate this occasion, I think I'll go to sleep.

Happy Birthday Crab.

Press On, Press On, or Beyond The Sea

2010-02-28T18:01:00.003+08:00

When I signed up for the Worship Retreat last week, I didn't even know when it was, where it was, and what was happening. Blindly I woke up on Friday morning and rushed off to the retreat away from my mother.

I would take me a while to describe what happened, so suffice to say I nearly got lost at sea, was forced to sing a song about it, wake up at ungodly hours (okay, not really), eat horrible tasting fruits, swim in chlorinated water, be sexually harassed by Joshua Ronald, eat, sleep, talk, laugh, take pictures, push people into pools, play on the slide, get stuck on the slide, beat JR up for making us get stuck on the slide, and so many other things that I really won't go in to details. You can ask me personally if you really desire to know.

I'll upload the pictures on Facebook sometime, the uploader here is giving me a hard time.

Pastor Rob Scott hugged me and said that God asked him to give me a hug. He said he only hugged two people, and wow, one of them was me. He said that he could see something inside of me, something good, and the rest I'll keep to myself, because maybe they were words for my ears only. But that was one anointed man, that was. Not just because he spoke to me, but because he knows what he's doing.

Hah! And I had to sing on stage last minute on Sunday? Joshua's strap falling off during the whole thing? Me running to replace it? Us smashing Jon's face into a cake? Kristal coming back? Eating two portions of lunch? Watching a movie?

That's just an ordinary Sunday. Man I'm exhausted.

Before The Sleep, or This Love

2010-02-18T22:38:00.002+08:00

It's not fair to say that I've been busy. I've been appropriating my time to different matters, would be more correct factually.

Poor momma, her foot got stabbed by a piece of glass. But she's a fighter, my mom is, and I've never seen her cry so hard, but she stuck it through and went to church and still had enough energy to host our open house the next day.

Oh, about that. Sorry for not inviting youse peoples. It was a last minute thing, my mum was like "Hey Nigel, call your friends come to the house tomorrow." If I knew before, I'd have asked all youse peoples to come, and I only managed to invite a few of you. My house not that big bah. They even crashed my bed to the floor (but that wasn't really their fault also).

But it was fun, you know, the open house. I've never had one before, because my mum always has some excuse, so it was odd, rushing up and down, trying but failing at being as courteous a host as possible. I hope it wasn't such a bad experience for you guys, it was pretty fun for me.

So the start of a lunar new year marks the beginning of? Not really sure. But 2010 is important a year for most people. Making choices on where to go, or just to finish their bloody last year of studies here in Malaysia, it's going to be one roller coaster ride to Hell.

And we've only just begun.

I wish I could just stay at home and eat and people would pay me. Ah well. We all can't be Paris. Don't know whether she eats though.

49 days down. Don't know when we'll be ready.

A Place To Lay My Head, or Say (All I Need)

2010-02-09T20:38:00.006+08:00

No. My room isn't done yet.

I know it's been forever, and I KNOW that it's almost CNY and all that nonsense, but my room isn't done yet. I have no idea what's taking so long, but the massive renovation to my old computer room into my room still isn't complete yet. It's ALMOST done now, though. The only thing left to do is afix the wooden planks in my room onto the walls so that they resemble shelves and so I can put stuff on them.

I went shopping for beds yesterday, and found one that was cheap, and when we asked for the price, the guy said it included the table next to it and also a standing mirror. So I was like, "Erm. Yeah." So I FINALLY have a bed. After sleeping on a mattress for so long I finally am able to sleep. Like properly.

Here's some pictures of my room. It's a bit messy, but loving it cos I actually sort of know where things are. And because there's a bed.

The two computers at my desk. The desktop is for torrenting, and for secondary gaming :)

Kuma Kuma! ^^

My desk, complete with bookshelves, with new computer chair.

My cupboard, full of clothes.

The pillows on the floor, with the mirror that came with my bed. I finally have a (sort of) full length mirror now!

My bedside table that came with the bed, with my bass and amp, together with the pieces of wood that hasn't gone up on the walls yet.

MY NEW BED OMG FTW

Imma go try it out tonight. It's been, what, three months since I've slept on a proper bed of my own? That's just sad. But not tonight!

That is, if I can sleep.

And so the boy tried to find solace in the dark corners of the world. But the fire gave no warmth.

The Crab That Got Away, or Heartbreaker (MSTRKRFT ft. John Legend)

2010-02-07T22:39:00.004+08:00

I find it possibly impossible to update my blog anymore, but I was committed to start this waste of webspace, so I WILL strive to continue.

Just finished writing my second article for the Daily Express, my state newspaper. I'm writing a column a week now, and it appears every Friday in the Teen Spirit page. It's a page by the youth for the youth, where we're free to express our own opinions. Email me with suggestions and comments, greatly appreciated.

Havn't really been myself these days. I think I shall write a cryptic story!

Once upon a time there was a young lad. He wasn't unpopular, but neither was he the life of the party. He kept to himself most of the time, and he was a loner of a sort. It wasn't as if he didn't like people; He did, but he liked solitude of sorts most of the time, because he knew the evil in people, even when they don't mean to be.

At the beach one day, he was by himself (as usual), using a stick to poke at the fire he had started. The warm glow kept his hands warm from the cool sea breeze. Turning around, he saw a little, Crab. It was bright red.

"You're a Crab", the boy said.

The Crab denied and stuck her tongue out at him. "No I'm not!"

Soon after they started talking, and they didn't realise that the sun had started to set. The young lad felt as if he'd be able to stay forever near the fire, under the shade of the trees, with the breeze in his face, talking to the Crab who was Not. But he had to leave and they said goodbye.

After that day the young boy visited the beach everyday, and without fail the Crab would be there waiting. The fire kept burning and the warmth from it discharged into the air and comforted the both of them; The fire was never put out. Time and time again they would spend time just talking senseless babble until the time ran out and they had to leave.

The young lad began to grow attached to the Crab. Attempting one day to see if there was any compelling feelings for the Crab, he decided not to go to the beach. The whole day he peered out his window, knowing that the beach was so close and yet he stopped himself: It was a struggle. It was a hard, hard, terrible struggle. The next day when he visited the beach, the Crab was waiting, angry and sad.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" asked the Crab.

"I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to see whether reverting back to my old life would change anything. And it did."

And they left it at that.

However, the memory of that day still haunted him. One night he confronted the Crab.

"What am I to you, little Crab? Why do you keep coming to see me? I did not ask you to."

"I don't need a reason. But I don't know."

And sick of the confusion, he left.

From that day, whenever he visited the beach where the fire still burned, the Crab was nowhere to be seen. But that wasn't the Crab's fault, because the young boy went out of his own way to avoid the Crab, because it hurt too much to see the Crab, for reasons of his own.

"And oh, I ran far away, far away, for I never wanted to see that Crab again"

The fire still burned. But it was still cold.

Mum says that my room should be done up by tomorrow. Went shopping for beds and shit today. Finally. A bed.

Imma find chocolate.

Time To Start Living It, or The Fanatasy

2010-02-01T12:21:00.003+08:00

Woah! Is it me or is it February already? (Of course it isn't just me. Dolt!) One month has gone by in our final year of studies slowly crawls by like the multitude of work tossed on to us. Banana boat (this is to see if you're paying attention)

Anyway, what can I say about January? I expected it to be way, WAY worse, but it was pretty good. Enjoyed my January (w/o all the work from my new school), and I finally got my 'L'! But I don't have it yet. But still. Hopefully by the end of the month I can grab my licence if all goes well (not like my theory tests).

One of the highlights of my January was the kindergarten reunion that was one of the messiest things I have ever planned. In the end, I was gratified that some people did make an effort to turn up, while some didn't. It's okay, we'll have more reunions, promise!

And this is how we changed:

Thanks to Joshua Ho for the image.

From Top left corner clockwise: Isaac Leong, Clifern Ong, Eric Tang, Joshua Ho, Nigel Chee, Eliza Tang, Kara Harris, Sack Yi Ying

Missing from this picture is EVERYONE ELSE. Lol.

It's hard though when most of our kinder buddies are all around the world, in places like USA, Australia and Singapore. Sadly, we'll never EVER have a full reunion because the States have different holidays than the rest of our side of the world, so sorry Brandon :(

Looking forward to the next one, though! It was so good to see everyone again!

But oh, the January ended abruptly and sadly for me. Now what? February?

I'm starting to start hating you, 2010.

And oh, I ran away, far away, for I never wanted to see that Crab again.

We're Doing It Well, or Give A Little Bit

2010-01-24T19:57:00.002+08:00

Next week the first month of this year will be gone.

And really, so many things have happened, and so many things are going to as well.

Sorry for being all mysterious and all. I'm just really tired from jumping in to the pool after pushing Jon Lim in, and jumping on the trampoline, and jumping around practically.

But I guess we're making things work out, right? Right? Please?

Legal, or Time For Me

2010-01-11T13:00:00.002+08:00

I failed my loser driving test again, but this time it was worse, because, lol, it was the second time. Anyway, I went with Chong, Gabby and Abi, and they all passed except me, and in Gabby's car (we were going for lunch), her mum was asking in Chinese:

"So you all pass lah?"

*Silence*

Then Gabby said:"Everyone except Nigel lah."

Whopee! Anyway, Saturday was pretty good, went out with ma daddy, and Kim was invited to come :D Dad let me drive his Pajero around the empty lot near Shan Tao, and some bleeding (not literally) kids came there and were watching me drive, and they started cycling around (not near me of course), and I'm pretty sure they were mocking me.

So then I asked Dad, "Hey, can I drive home daddeh?"

Dad:NO!

Me: Aww come on, I won't kil us both.

Dad: Well, okay, but drive really slow.

So I drove home (Really slow), and those stupid kids in their bicycles purposely rode alongside me awhile then they overtook me. And my dad being my dad just laughed along with them, so I revved the engine up to show I meant business and they ran away.

After that went to ma dad's station in some far away land, then we went to his house, then we went to City Mall.

After that went to church, but before I did I went to a spot where I listened to music and watched the sun set. Yes, that spot brings back memories.

Then at church did church stuff, and after church me and Nick were partay-ing to the awesome beats of United States of Pop 2009: Blame It On The Pop. AWESOME.

Supper was fun. THE END

Then it was my birthday, lol.

Sunday was excellent in a way. Thanks to a little crab. Nights are supposed to be for sleeping, though.

Hmm. I HOPE I PASS MY THEORY TEST.

It's Over There, or Meet Me Halfway

2010-01-08T14:34:00.004+08:00

I don't know how to keep telling people where my new school is.

Everyone(E):Where is your new school?

Me:Hilltop.

E: Oh, you mean Unitar (70% of people say this).

Me: No. It's near Unitar.

E:...

So this post is just to explain where on earth (or in Hilltop) my school is.

See that? Oh alright, maybe you can't, maybe you recognise this place. It's that place where people always go to eat noodles and nonsense. OKAY FINE.

Okay, maybe it's not that clear, but THERE, that's where my new school is. I report there before 9 every week day and go home at 12.

IN YOUR FACE HAH! And I can wear whatever I like and it's freezing cold.

This is my classroom.

I'm taking this picture from my seat. I know it's very very very small, but there's only 7 people in class anyway.

First there's me!

Then there's Sing, this typical Chinese guy whose English is a total fail (he has trouble understanding what π means).

Then there's Adrian, and I don't know whether it's true or not, but I think he's slightly mentally handicapped, and he has some sort of skin problem, and he has some sort of speech impairment. He's insanely tall and skinny though. I'm not judging, I'm just saying what I see.

Then there's Bryan Hong (who is the only person who's surname I know), who goes to my church. I was like 'phew', someone I know. But he just plays with his handphone.

Then there's the three Korean siblings, Soul (at least it's pronounced like that), Ara, and the other girl whose name I forgot.

I was like sitting next to Soul today, and he actually spoke to me.

Soul(S):Do u know how to do accounts?

Nigel(N):(Stunned) Uh... No... Sorry...

S:So are you doing accounts?

Nigel:(Still kinda stunned) Yeah, just not yet...

S:Okay..

*SILENCE*... Then

S:How old are you?

N: (WTF?) Try you guess? *Smiles

S:Oh no... *Shakes his head* I think ah, 19, 18, 17?

N: I'm 17 this Sunday.

S: Oh, so you're birthday is on this Sunday?

N: (That's what I said, duh) Yeah.

S:Oh, so you are new year birthday. *Laughs to himself*

N:(WTF) Ahh... Yeah...

*SILENCE* ...Then

S:So before here, where you study?

N: Singapore, but before that Sabah

S:Oh, so you are Singaporean.

N: (Why does everyone assume that?) No.

S: *says something about 'friend' and 'Singapore', can't understand*

S:So where you study before? TTSS?

N: (EWW NO) Nah, I studied at All Saints. Over thereee *makes pointing gestures in a random direction where I think Likas is*

S:Oh, it is government school?

N: Yeah.

S: Oh, I never hear of it. I went to Seri Insan.

N:(He did?) Oh okay.

S:Yeah. It is rubbish school

N: (XD XD XD XD) *laughs* Yeah, it is.

Okay, long story short, he just made fun of Seri Insan a lot lah XD

This is a picture of his...ah... Hair.

See that thing he's holding? He keeps READING something on it, and obviously I can't understand what it is, because it's in Korean. But every single minute after being distracted by accounts or something, he'll return to his gadget of wonder.

So far, so good. I'm actually hoping that I can skip one day of school a week so I can stay at home XD Cos I have other subjects to study for that isn't offered at the centre I attend.

First week gone! Have to study for my 2nd Theory test tomorrow. Oh God, if you could give me a birthday present, please bring her back, and let me pass my test, thanks.

What I Learnt At The Wedding, or Some Hearts

2010-01-03T22:11:00.001+08:00

I went to this wedding on New Year's day with my mother. It was my mother's worker's wedding, and it was a Chinese-Kadazandusun marriage. So together with the normal Chinese traditions applicable for the Groom's side (i.e. The 'auspicious wedding' character or something like that on the main board), there was a lot of Kadazandusun stuff as well (like the gong players).

I learnt a number of things at this wedding, something I hope will aid me when my own time comes.

1. Don't drink the wine unless you see the bottle.

The wine is cheap and bad. It has to be cheap, unless you want to buy enough South Australian Whitefor at least three hundred guests. Don't drink the wine, it'll make you puke. Duh, they buy it in the 5L amounts.

2. No matter what, don't let anyone sing Chinese karaoke, especially screechy kids.

IT WAS SO BAD. Not the songs (Okay. The songs sucked too), but the PA wasn't done properly, and the three little girls sang really irritatingly and sharp. I mean, it's a wedding dinner. You want Chinese karaoke, sing during CNY or something. I want love songs to be sang at my wedding, you know? And only by people who can sing.

3. Eat as much as you can if you're the guest. Hey, it's paid.

And if you don't go for the dinner, at least have the courtesy to let the Bride and/or groom know. They're PAYING for you to go there and EAT. If you don't go, they're just burning paper. Anyway, eat as much as you can, especially the shark fin soup.

4. NEVER EVER EVER get drunk (especially if you're related) (Even worse, if you're the groom)

I'm lucky I'm training from young. Before the wedding, my mum told me that the groom couldn't hold his drink. It was so bad to the extent that the groom and some of his friends took of their shirts and waved them around stripper style on stage. Yep. And at supper, some of the groom's buddies were having drinking competitions, and not like beer (Oh no, they drank all of that already), but serving bowls of sweet sago.

5. Plan your events well.

Make sure all the proceedings follow the scheduled timeline. I was warned beforehand that the wedding dinner would start superbly late, as all wedding dinner's do. They were right. We arrived late but we were still early, if you get what I mean.

6.Place people at tables where they have people to talk to.

My mum and I were placed at a table where there was no one at all that we knew. Awkward much? Very.

7. Try not to invite children to your wedding, especially those who run around.

I hate these children. Especially if they run on then stage. That's just bloody rude, and it's bloody rude of their parents not to do anything about it.

That's about it lah. I don't know how biased this post is, because this wedding dinner is one of the first wedding dinners I have ever been to, no joke whatsoever, and it being a multi-racial deal makes it even the more interesting. There's always going to be slideshows of the couple growing up, slideshows of them together, a whole load of toasts, horrible singing, and the whole event going completely of time.

The only thing I'm worried for about my wedding, though? That my mother will take over the whole deal and terrorize my wife and in-laws. Ah well. That's Madam Chiu for you.

Never Ever Ever, or The Final Countdown

2010-01-01T04:17:00.002+08:00

Things I have learned on a New Year's Eve/Day:

Never ever ever have no money to buy drinks

Never ever ever leave home without bringing your headphones

Never ever ever drink two glasses of red wine before you start your dinner, especially if you had a light lunch

Never ever ever have three glasses of red, only to have three more glasses of white later

Never ever ever have a combined six glasses of wine, knowing you're going to have more to drink later

Never ever ever drink to the point that you can't walk a straight line (except when you're at home, that way you can just fall asleep on the couch)

Never ever ever go out on a New Year's eve without coming up with a good, foolproof plan

Never ever ever have a Bacardi coke after your stupid six glasses of wine

Never ever EVER have two bottles of Heineken after your Bacardi coke

Never ever ever get drunk enough to almost get run over by a car

Never ever ever sing after your drunk, especially if you sing off key

Never ever ever give someone you iPhone, especially if you have no collateral in return

Never ever ever forget to have a cup o' Jo after your stupid drinking spree, it helps

Never ever ever forget to call your or at least text your loved ones during New Year's day

Never ever ever not enjoy the little simple things, even though they may seem foolish and retarded

Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever keep a wish list for the New Year, because ultimately, unless it's ridiculously simple, you'll be let down eventually

Never ever ever leave without getting a hug

U better read this in 2010, Nigel Chee.

Chip-WHUT?, or Shake It

2009-12-28T04:10:00.003+08:00

Today I woke up with a sense of no-idea-ness.

But instead I went out with Nick they all go watch movie. The Chipmunk movie was just WHUT. I don't need to say anything, cos, well, it goes without saying, i.e. , "CHIPETTES CHIPETTES".

Then at night, went to church. Didn't really feel like going at first, but by helping out with ushering and cd sales I made myself busy, and I did enjoy it in the end.

Then the next day (which is in fact tomorrow's today) I woke up like a blur fag again, but this time I had the sense to go straight back to sleep, and I had a good two hour slumber.

After that I went out to play L4D2 for what might jolly well be the last time this year. Bren kept shooting us from behind.

Then had dinner at Joshua Ronald's. Ate too much, drank too much, fell asleep, and fell in love with Isabelle Fuhrman ❤

OH ❤

She's like 12 this year man. Wtf. Works for me, though. ❤

What are we doing, though? I'm a coward, like usual.

ARGH STGWRTGR, or Coming Down Is Calming Down

2009-12-21T17:43:00.001+08:00

My mum is unreasonable. I hate it the most not because I'm angry at her, but because that's where I get all mine from.

Leftover Memories, or Three Cheers For Five Years

2009-12-19T11:54:00.005+08:00

I wanted to blog about this yesterday, but I FELL ASLEEP. Like, wow, that has never happened to me for a LONG TIME, since I need to coax myself to sleep for the past few, I don't know, months.

I started my Awal Muharam by waking up *again* to the sound of people knocking on our walls and singing and painting and doing God knows what to my walls. Everyday I wake up at 8 when the people come to paint, but go back to sleep and wake back up at 10.

That's the temporary bed for the moment... Yes, and when I wake up the workers see me sleeping on that sofa.

That's Kim's room.... See where the cupboards used to be? They're not there anymore.

What used to be my dining room became something where we can't eat anymore. It's too damn messy.

One wall of my room has been painted. With some pattern thingy.

So I woke up and there were these half-naked and fully clothed men carrying buckets of paint around and painting our walls, and then I went up for breakfast (Foh Sang noodles, my favourite).

So far so good right? Then my dad called and told us he wanted to take us out for shopping at 1B. So me n Kim were like, "YEAH DUH" and so we went with ma daddy to his house to pick up my adorable brother and my stepmother (and Evan's maid) and we were off to 1B!

My brother loves the Camera, and the Camera loves him. I mean, he knows how and when to pose for a picture, but at the age of two-and-a-half, he still can't eat solid food.

When did you get ur first pair of good shades?

Mum:19

Me:15

Evan:2 (He didn't say it himself, of course)

Cutes~

Hehe.

Well anyway, walked around with dad, had to go look for a checkered kind of shirt for the Kidzone Christmas thing. Was superbly hard, and almost gave up, but finally found one in Padini at70% off! Woopee! Apart from that, bought another shirt (that actually looks kinda gay) and my very own shampoo and conditioner! More on that later.

Anyway, saw so many people at 1B, it wouldn't be worth mentioning also, but I saw the teddies that we did on sale. And, to none of my surprise, the white bears were all gone. *sigh.

After that, went to City Mall last minute to cyber awhile. Lost to Melvyn in Dota, so I'm not supposed to Dota for like 3 months. That's okay, cos I don't Dota unless it's with friends, cos it's superbly boring playing alone and with people you don't know anyway.

When I got home, I used shampoo AND conditioner properly for the first time. And I couldn't get over how smooth and fluffy my hair could be. I hated my hair for being so unruly and irritating. It actually goes "woosh" now! All mum said was "You discovered conditioner at 17." I could only retort "I'm 16!" I know. Pathetic.

After that, mum took me to a Thai massage. Erm, I can only say

OWWWWWWWW

But it was interesting lah XD my back went "KERRRRRRRACCKKKKK".

And after that, mum took me out for supper.

I slept at 1am. A record. I havn't slept that early in ages.

You were right, Crab.

Not Trying To Not Try Anymore, or I Hate Love

2009-12-15T10:45:00.005+08:00

I think I know how you feel now, Wendy.

You may not know it, but I'm kind of a sensitive guy. I don't like big confrontations, and when they happens, I shrink back into a small shell which doesn't exist. I'm also stubborn, selfish, arrogant, I always want things done my way, I make people feel bad when I don't get it done my way, and I have the ability to make people feel guilty about what I did, which doesn't make sense, but yeah.

But I think the hardest and worse possible trait of mine is that I just can't say

SORRY

It's a pride thing for me, must be my upbringing. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. Honestly I am.

I can say I can get most of this from my mum. I don't think I've heard her say sorry to me for a while now.Sorry mum :P

And although life is of course, uncertain, and fraught with clouded things that we STILL don't know, I'm going out on a limb here and just following my heart this time. No more logical explanations. No more rationalised thoughts. Too much thinking burns the brain, and staying up till 4 in the morning (and the tears are pouring) is taking its toll on me. So I'm going to stick with what I said so very long ago, which I meant then and still do now, and

all I want for Christmas is to go back to the first day I met you. So I could watch you grow up and train myself to try and resist, but I think we both know that's impossible for me.

Love bites, don't it? Better to have love and lost then to have never have loved at all? God, it hurts, but yeah. I wouldn't give up what we had for anything but a time machine.

I wish the earth would make it's stupid rounds around the sun already. I can't stand keeping myself boxed up any longer.

Stop saying sorry. I've been hurt worse.

But can't you see how unhappy I am?

Whatever Floats Your Boat, or Through The Fire And The Flames

2009-12-12T08:03:00.002+08:00

LA! Look at the sun! Outrageously hot! I'm gonna burn later!

What a beautiful looking day! My goodness. Nick slept over at my house, and we both slept in the living room because the airconditioning in my sad excuse for a room was coughing loudly, and because there's only one single bed in that room. He slept on the floor and I slept on the couch. And that was like, what, 5 hours ago? Haha.

Anyway, today's going to be a long day, but we'll see. Hee!

I was probably still awake

Closer And Closer To The Line, or Barrier Break

2009-12-11T00:21:00.002+08:00

Bring yourself closer to the line has its pros and cons.

For one, it brings you closer to temptation, to breaking the rules, to putting your hand in the cookie jar. One might argue why bother resisting when you're just drawing yourself closer and closer to trouble?

I Keep Pushing Myself Even Though I Can't Take It At All

Because, well, maybe it'd be the best way to better themselves. Maybe that's the only way to learn self-restraint? Maybe discipline? To make things right, maybe by forcing yourself to the line, you're making things better. Hmm.

But what if you accidentally cross the line? Then you make the mistake you should have never had made; i.e. crossing the line.

Then you realise that you hate the line in the first place. Stupid line. Rub the line out of the ground. Avoid the line. Ignore it, if at all impossible.

But my line is too beautiful, too drawing, so to ignore it is no option. Stupid line. I wish the sands would shift and make it go away, but to a place that the line would be safe, but not gone.

Stupid line. I hate Christmas. I'm sorry if I don't get anyone presents this year.

Singing To The Playground In General, or Baby Please Come Home

2009-12-09T23:57:00.004+08:00

When I took Bella out for a walk today (actually at night, mother demands that I take her out everynight before I sleep) (I'm awake now), I sat at on the swing set, and as I rocked to and fro, Bella's eyes followed me, up and down up and down up and down. And I plugged in my iPhone, and as I shuffled through my 1408 songs, I came through some songs that were urging me to sing them aloud to the whole world, while everyone was asleep. So I sang some of the most depressing songs to the swing set, the basketball court, the jungle gym, the slide, the trees, and to Bella (if any of you are wondering, Bella isn't the freak from twilight, it's my retarded Golden Retriever).

I sang:

A Day Late (acoustic)- Anberlin

Thunder-Boys Like Girls

Therapy- All Time Low

Come Back To Me- David Cook

Retrace-Anberlin

There might have been some dogs barking. But, you know, makes me think how much I hate love.

Today played with teddy bears in church! Soooooo much fun :D

BEARS!

The Secret Smiles We Used To Share, or Whoa Oh! (Me vs. Everyone)

2009-12-06T13:45:00.006+08:00

"Why do I put myself in these situations? I keep pushing myself even though I can't take it at all."

Ask these questions much? Sometimes we do that, don't we? Even if you don't realise it, self consciously you might enjoy pushing yourself to your very limit, enjoy being busy, etc.

I did. At paintball yesterday!

Paintball was great, even though some people told me they could go and then at last minute claimed they had 'transport problems' because some of their friends couldn't go. Whatever. If they want to play games, let them do so. This is real war we're talking about. Ask Chong :D

So some pictures (which I didn't take, but might one day, I think I will skip a round of paintball just to take some shots)

The game in action.

I really don't know what Nick is doing to the cat.

The field. It was BIG.

Me in my Paintball regalia.

Uncle Jarrow Marcus, of the Marcus clan with their terrifying bloodlust. Seriously. Once they got the groove, they can't stop one.

After paintball, we went to eat @ Burger King Putatan, then went back home with Luiz n Chong. Once they went home, went to Shanna's house, then ran back home to go out with cell to play at Carcaseans, but it was closed, so we went to Cyber to play like for 3 hours, haha. Owned the Cell leaders first game of CS, then played L4D2, then played CS but got pounded after that.

Then went home to sleep. But sometimes it's just hard to sleep, right? You lie awake. Like I do every night.

When I woke up at 10 am this morning I thought, "It's time for church" and "Why didn't mother wake us up?" and "Stupid window with no shades".

The renovation has begun.

Only like HALF of the junk we cleared from the cupboards that we took away.

What used to be like this...

Is now just an empty space.

And what used to be THIS..

Has been stripped bare by these guys.

Helpful doods carrying my old cupboards out. What remains of the old cupboards. Dirt.

This is like 75% of belongings, the rest is in the room, and all my books are around the house. I have to find all my books and gather them.

Guess where they dumped the cupboards when they were done?
My front yard.

So there's like cupboards all around the garden, which might look a bit, if not a lot, odd.

Hopefully all this nonsense is done before Christmas, and the nice contractor man said he wanted to help us finish me and Kimbo's room before Christmas, and that's really nice. He's granting me my Christmas wish! Well, one of them lah. The other one probably is a lost cause.

I need people to help paint my room! Adakah sukarelawan yang rela di sini? Ada? Ada?

Presumably, Arguably, Maybe, or The Greatest View

2009-12-02T23:36:00.005+08:00

Remember my previous post on my house changing?

Well I finally got the plans for my room.

They said it'll be done before the end of the year.

Thanks for getting my hopes up, haha.

Here it is.

You can click on the picture to view a larger image.

Yep. I know it's not that clear and all, but hey, at least there's a plan.

What's going to happen is the whole Computer/Ironing Room is going to be destroyed. Even the cupboards. The ones that were built into the house. Like destroyed.

With a chainsaw.

And an axe.

And a rabbit.

Then it's going to be converted into MY room. Like, I like, get my own like room! Like, Ohmagawd! Like, totally like awesome!

I finally get my own room. With proper cupboards to put my own clothes which I don't have to share with someone else. And I get my own study table! Wee!

Paintball this Saturday. Who's in (to get shot)?

OMGWTF, or The Take Over, The Break's Over

2009-11-30T16:01:00.004+08:00

SOMEONE STOLE MY TABLE!!! BUT LEFT THE CHAIRS!!!

You'll probably not realise this, but if you have been to my house, you'll know that in that empty space in the picture, is a wooden table. AND SOMEBODY FREAKING STOLE IT! When I got home I was like, "Ho hum, woopee doo, lala.... WTF?!"

Haha, well okay, so the table really is gone, but no, it wasn't stolen. Haha.

What's really going on is that my mum is redoing the whole house and giving away stuff to the people in Kibabaig. She gave away the table in Kim's room, she gave away the table that was 'supposed' to be in the above picture, and she intends to give away a bunch of clothes (which she promised to do like a month ago, and I bet she never will) to them too.

Now wait. Didn't you say Kim's room? So where's YOUR room?

Haha. What a depressing story THAT is.

I used to sleep on a mattress in my living room. Which was sad. Until I finally moved into my Computer Room, where the ironing of clothes is done, and the desktop is, and a lot of junk is placed. And now it's my new room.

That's my 'desk'. With my bebehs (Speakers) and shit, and next to it is the cupboard which has half my clothes, and the rest of the stuff inside is my mother's crap.

The mattress I sleep on. No, it's not long enough for me.

Close up of my desk.

My computer 'table' for my laptop. On the left is my adorable Kuma Kuma collection (sans one) and on the right are dolls and toys that people have given me.

My OTHER desk, at the other end of my mattress. There's basically nothing important there.

So yeah, it's super messy. But my mum is going to like redo the whole room, as well as my sister's, so the whole house is a mess now. A lot of things are going to be wrecked, and things destroyed, and while all that is going on, I suppose that I have to sleep in the living room again. Whoopee!

Coup De Grâce, or The Kill

2009-11-29T19:48:00.005+08:00

Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection^[1] and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my husband"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.

As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness offamilial and platonic love^[2] to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love.^[3] Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.

Without trust, there is no love. Love makes us mad, makes us jealous.

How very coincidental that Moulin Rouge played on the telly today. Truly, though, there is no appropriate or correct or even an accurate description of love. It's whatever you want it to be. It can't be held, it comes and goes as it pleases, and the worse part is that you have no hold over it whatsoever, unless you are a robot, or a very disciplined person. It drives you to do things that on paper and through logic, makes no sense whatsoever, right?

I mean really, when does love ever make sense? It doesn't! Not at all! You don't love with your mind; it's a heart thing, if you understand. Although some may have tried, there is no "formula" for love. You can't look at someone (at this is actually what a lot of people do) and say,"Hmm, nice face, good body, he likes things I like, so I love him." Well, you CAN, and that may be YOUR definition, but then I must say what a shallow, shallow person you really are. You just love someone. You just do.

Someone who I found that I DO love (not in the romantic way, just in the admiring way) is BETH RIESGRAF.

Beth Riesgraf plays Parker on the series "Leverage" of which I have finished watching season 1. Although not seen in this picture here, Riesgraf has this impish and cunning smile, and she is adorably cute whenever she does anything criminal. She's so cute! And this coming from me never having a celebrity crush. I'm not crushing on her, but I mean, I LOVE HER!

Do you understand? :)

I Saw It Again!, or There And Back Again

2009-11-25T16:52:00.002+08:00

I found my diaries.

My first one was this cute little diary with a bunch of animals on the front. The diary followed my exploits through our win in Primary Choral Speaking all the way to Penang, through the 2004 Tsunami, to Singapore, Perlis, I went there. Seeing my writing as a child, seeing a honest view through the eyes of my younger self, made me realise how simple and less tragic my life was last time.

My second diary is a blue, Camel notebook, thick, and with page numbers, which I loved. I stapled so many things in my diaries, but this diary really took the cake. It followed me all the way to Sarang, through my first relationship, through my second, and my third. It's full of memories, from the eyes of someone growing up, struggling to find his self- identity, flying all the way to Vietnam, Bali, Australia, up to camps, in to school, full of written memories that make me laugh aloud or stretches a sad, sad smile on my face.

The third diary was one of the best. I received it for Christmas, a moleskin diary for 2007. It was nice, small, good enough for me to fit in my SMALL SAINTS blazer back when I served as a prefect, keeping my company during my duties, and it's filled with quotes from that year, which have been rewritten in my quote book.

My fourth diary is incomplete. I found it and started to pour over the pages, later writing about my miserable life, the troubles I've been going through. I'm going to keep writing, because they're more heartfelt and more honest, and I don't have to pretend, because no one's going to see it. A blog is more of a statement to the world. A diary? A journal? That's for you to know, but for no one to find out.

You know what I saw there, Ri? I was foolish too.

Learning To Write, or Lonely Day

2009-11-19T16:05:00.003+08:00

Nigel writes Chinese characters now!

Yes, I am attending Chinese Classes now for want of something better to do during these sad days. So every Tues, Wed and Thurs I'm going to walk over to Joerel's house and sit from 10-12 to learn chinese, then I probably just talk crap with Joerel and bully all his younger siblings.

Nigel (Me)'s first essay.

Loose Translation:

My friend's name is Jordan (Jozel gave me the name).

He likes to eat rabbits and carrots.

Everyday he toy (I forgot to put 'play').

His house is big and pretty.

He likes to water plants and plant plants.

He is very naughty and doesn't like to write and sweep the floor.

My mother doesn't like my friend.

THE END.

I know, awesome right? How did he do it in one day?

Cos I have nothing better to do. My life feels really kind of meaningless now.I just wish I could fast forward my life to like a few years ahead, then I wouldn't have to deal with the stress of a teenager's life. Oh sure, adults have to work and shit, but it's not fair when they say that we have no stress. Cos we do, just not in the same way.

So hmm. Being me really really sucks. I wish I could go become a hermit or something. But then I would need to charge my NDS. Hmm...

Who Wants Martel, or We're In Heaven

2009-11-14T16:23:00.002+08:00

Kim and Mum went to Manila last night. So guess who's home alone?

Not me, lol. Last night after dropping mum off, me and Uncle Geoff (pronounced "Jeff), our Ang Moh family friend went for dinner at Archie's D Corner (or something around those lines) at the back of the house (near that awesome Penang Char Kweh Teow place). While having dinner, he told me about his life here, and that he went to Starbucks EVERYDAY (OMGWTF). Yep, he's the real coffee connoisseur. He even has his own coffee mugs in Starbucks City Mall, Centrepoint and 1 Borneo. THAT'S how much he goes. He has his own freaking mug. And a Starbucks PASSPORT TOO. WTF. Yeah.

Anyway. After dinner I went home, and Nick Lee came over, and we played Pokemon, Pokemon Cards, Warriors Orrochi, Persona 3, cooked Maggie, ate Maggie, went for a walk to 7-11, bought stuff at 7-11 (at 12 in the night), stayed up super late, ate chips, then fell asleep. The only thing missing was alcohol (COUGH COUGH COUGH).

Erm, so woke up this morning, played more Pokemon, more Persona, Chinese Chess (score was 2-1 to me), had lunch, more Pokemon, and now Nick's showering. I actually feel really pathetic, but I rejoice that someone still shares the love of Pokemon as me. I wanted to start a Pokemon league here in Sabah, but apparently it's not supported here. Meaning there aren't enough people interested. *Sigh.

So tonight, probably gonna stay up late summore, play more Pokemon, eat more junk, watch some movies, use the internet, and basically have less life than anyone else. Then we wake up.

Tuned It Down, Wound It Out, or The Day You Went Away

2009-11-08T23:38:00.002+08:00

So I'm back.

Are you all happy to see me?

I know some people are.

I know some who aren't.

Am I glad to be back?

It's, hmm,

Bittersweet.

But yes I'm glad to be back.

UPS:

FOOD

DOWNS:

MUM NAGGING

I HAVE NO PLACE TO SLEEP (seriously, since my sister took over my room, I'm sleeping in my living room. How pathetic is that?)

LESS FREEDOM

The list doesn't look very fair, does it?

You ran away!

Away, Away, or This One's A Cheap Shot

2009-11-03T01:52:00.001+08:00

First thing I do when I get home is eat Tuaran Mee. I'm not eating anything in Sabah until I get Tuaran Mee down ma throat.

When am I coming home, then? Date confirmed! See you there :)

Like Chocolates, or Bittersweet

2009-10-29T21:57:00.002+08:00

It's over! A whole school year is gone.

Time has not flown, it glided by at this semi-lazy pace, speeding it up and slowing down at all the wrong moments just to piss me off. Looking back, I feel like shedding a tear, and involuntarily maybe I might have, if I could still feel properly. What change did ACS (I) leave on me? Have I left any significant mark? I got 3 cuts yesterday but I don't think that kind of mark counts.

Right now, Kai Shin is about to leave, and Swapnil is clearing out his stuff. I've lived with them for nearly (well ok, maybe not nearly) a year now, and it's hard to say a final goodbye. I know for sure I will see them again, but probably in a different context. To Ryan, I dedicate this post. Thanks for keeping my head sane by being another Malaysian to counter weigh ZeWei's retardedness.

My packing isn't done.

Yesterday was a fun day. Played a lot. Ate a lot. Had dinner with the roomates sans Leo but plus Jonta at Botak Jones, awesome place. I feel rather nostalgic now, but it's probably for the best.

Now the cupboard's almost cleared, and I await for my transport (Kim and Ling), I look back on ACS (I), and... It's like a box of bittersweet chocolates. You taste the bitterness, as well as the sweetness that you might hit you a bit later. I'll miss my friends at 3.1 and 3.17, as well as the Hall 4 'brothers'.

The Best Is Yet To Be.

3 Night Flight, or Guilty Pleasure

2009-10-24T12:47:00.002+08:00

For the past THREE nights, I had buffets on ALL three nights. Haha, to view the pictures, click here.

Anyway, WED was Christmas Dinner @ Boarding school. We had christmas dinner a whole two months (and 4 days) before because everyone was going off after school term ends, right? So we celebrated Christmas in October. Was quite good, enjoyed the food, not too bad.

THURS was our Hall Outing, where Hall 4 went to Swissotel Merchant Court. Our hallmaster (who again, shall not be named) had some connections with someone there, so they were able to accomodate all 40+ students plus the hall tutors and their families PLUS our very own Dr. Ong, who came for dinner too. I ate too much to quick, that I was so tremendously full, that it was actually painful for me to walk. Had a wonderful sleep that night though.

There were actually a lot of people vomiting in the toilets, because they ate too much. Does that tell you something about how bad the boarding school food normally is? I hope so. Now you know what I went through.

So last night, FRI, ZeWei (the freak whom those of you reading my blog would know, lives in the same room as me for the past year or so)'s mum took me and Kai Shin out for dinner (Swapnil 'booked dinner already', Juno 'had some work to do', and Leo just doesn't like 'other people's parents). We had Jap buffet at Hoshi, at IMM. Hoshi is awesome in the way that you can eat as much Jap food as you want, you just have to wait a little while for the food. Me and Ryan (Kai Shin) ate ONCE AGAIN to our hearts content, all the while listening to ZeWei's mother bashing ZeWei:

"But ZeWei..."

"ZeWei AH...."

It was one of the most fun dinners I've ever had :D Honestly!

Thinking of going to Ikea later with Ryan to eat meatballs ^^

Tweeting at WIT, or I Gotta Feeling

2009-10-20T08:55:00.004+08:00

So I was right, right?

What was I right about? That this weekend would be a busy, busy one. Sunday was fun, at night we went to The Fullerton hotel to celebrate my Godmother, Yeoh Siew Hoon's **th B'day (I won't put her age here, just in case she doesn't want to see it!). First we went to the rooftop for cocktails (I just had champagne), and the view from the rooftop was fabulous! You could see the old Singapore (The courthouse), the now Singapore (The Esplanade), and the future Singapore (The IRs, or Integrated Resorts). It was quite fun, and yeah, the company was fabulous, as usual. I hang out with the oddest but most fun people, and they're all more than half my age. But I really love their company, because once they get to know me and my sister, they don't look at us all reproachful, condescending, etc.

We had one of the most wonderful dinners I think I've ever had. Wow.

Anyway, some pics!

Amazing view.

All of us on the roof, before we went for dinner.

Me, (from left) Corrine, Meenah, Jenny

(From left) Lay Cheng, Don, Craig's Thai gf, Christine

(from left again) Jon, Yi Ling (Godma's niece) , and the B'day "Girl" herself

It was great fun.

Monday, me and Kim went to help out Mario and Morris, these two great guys at their Brand Karma talk. Although we felt really out of place, it was eye-opening. Think about it, when you pick your holiday destinations or hotels to stay at, would you rather believe the websites of the places themselves, or stories from people you know that have been there already?

"Our story beats their story" So true.

All these big shots in Suits.Me and Kim got plenty of stares, like "Wtf are these kids doing here?"

After that another cocktail party XD With AWESOME sushi!

And today, Tuesday, I'm now at the Web In Travel (or WIT for short) conference which my godma is organising, she's on the stage now with some more guys in Suits.

What is my role? I'm a Tweeter, Tweeting and the Twitters' Roost :D

The ballroom

The Twitter Roost

More later.

Deprivation / Obsession, or Empty

2009-10-17T14:32:00.002+08:00

I want to go home!

During the exam week, I have played a lot of Pokemon cards (hey, don't blame me, this place is boring) (By the way, if any of you have non-fake unused Pokemon cards, let me know!), Chinese Chess, iPod, and Dsed like crazy, and now that it's over, I really don't know what to do anymore.

Kim's coming down to Singapore today. I miss Kim! I do, haha. Don't tell her.

So yes, I really don't know when I'm coming home, but when I do, I'll be sure to let everyone know, stay tuned, world!

And seriously, I want YOUR Pokemon cards :)

G and G, or Mr Brightside

2009-10-04T19:36:00.002+08:00

So yesterday I went out with Tammi again, to 'celebrate' her birthday (I offered, because I have money again :D), so we went to Orchard, and after a very short time of walking around, we kinda figured that we walked around that wretched street way too many times, it was so boring, so we decided to go to Plaza Singapura, which was a good idea in the end, 'cos like I guess there are in some way more things to do, because we havn't been there before.

She wanted to catch some documentary on Vogue (if you're a guy or live under a rock go Google it), so we bought tickets for it, and then we went to the arcade, because she wanted to play Silent Hill. I know. Creepy. So we shot undead nurses and pyramid heads and other random grey-blooded things until we both died, so after that I tried my luck at this block game.

I don't really know how to explain it, but it's like... Hmm.. I'm just good at it. And guess what the grand prize was? A PS3. WOAH. AND I ALMOST WON A FEW TIMES. DANG. Always at the last moment, my heart races so fast and I make a mistake. Before the last three tries, I always get a perfect streak, but at the end my hands probably shiver too much and I lose. I WILL TRY AGAIN. I WILL WIN A PS3. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it (because since the games can't be pirated yet, I'm not going to waste my money buying the original games), but wouldn't it be cool to show it off and brag about how I got it? I think it would!

Uh, so after that we went to eat dinner at some Jap restaurant which I forgot the name, then we went to watch the movie, which wasn't as boring as I thought, but hey, I'm gay anyway, so that makes sense. It takes A LOT of effort to put together that September issue of Vogue, phew.

After that went downstairs to buy more headphones (I'm obsessed, I know), because Sonigear (the same brand as the speakers I bought a while back, remember I blogged about it?) was having another sale. So I went crazy for awhile. I'll do a post on my many headphones one day.

I went home after that because I had a curfew and Tammi was yawning her head off. Haha.

Happy birthday again, Tammi, 19 year-old grandma :P

So today, I went out with my REAL grandmother, who came down from KL via train just to see me for a day. I don't know about all of you, but I bet my grandmother has traveled more than any of your sorry asses, with her own hard earned money, even though she's illiterate, even though she's been cheated countless times, my grandmother owns all of your grandmother's asses, pardon me speaking. She sews, she cooks, she has four succesful children (with the exception of my mum. Haha, ok fine I'm joking), and she has property throughout the world (apparently one for each of her ten grandchidren O.O)and money from as way back as before she was born (she was born a WAY back).

So we had lunch at some chinese restaurant, and then she bought me food (because she alwauys worries that I don't enough), and more food, and we talked a lot, and I forgot to take her picture.

Ah well. She's a very generous lady, unlike my CALCULATIVE MOTHER, HERE THAT MUM? BWAHAHA.

*sigh exams next week. At least I had a good weekend out.

Today Has Been A Gooder Day, or Picture Perfect

2009-10-02T20:40:00.003+08:00

The past few days have been a bit tedious, so today made up for it! Hehe.

Today there were only 4 periods in school, Chem, PE, EMath and then Malay.

I didn't fall asleep in Chem today (anyone who falls asleep in Chem dies), although I really wanted to.

PE was good, we played badminton.

Malay was supposed to be a lesson observation lesson today, where one of the Deputy Principals come in and observe the lesson, to see that the teacher is doing a good job. Luckily, Mdm Yong (the dep. who was supposed to come for less ob) had to go for some MOE (Ministry of Education) meeting. Instead she sent Cikgu Tan (a teacher that has it in for me since day one) to observe, and it was a fun lesson, 'cos during lesson observations teachers usually try to make it fun and enjoyable for us while still teaching us something, so we had some sort of interactive session. Whee.

What really made my day though was that Swapnil told me that our scholar money came. I was so happy I went to withdraw money, and then Koko asked me to go cyber. Now, if you didn't know, I've been to the cyber twice already, and got raped both times, but today I was decimated to bits, because it was a 4v2 match (I was 2 of course) and the other team were all pros. Haha, but had some fun, and had takoyaki to, mmm.

I bought like a shit-load of chips, and now happily (as much as possible).

Munch. Munch Munch.

I WANNA GO HOME!

Americans Are Retarded (Like You Didn't Already Know), or Crazy

2009-09-29T22:15:00.002+08:00

I was in prep (as usual, playing L4D in super-lag-mode), when Ryan showed me this link, which, I find absolutely laughable at. I mean, haha. I just laughed. That's how bad they are.

It's on the 30 craziest lawsuits, and, believably, they're all American. I think the judges in America must be utterly mad, or retarded, or crazy, or a combination of all three.

Here are some of the good (bad?) ones...

Sued after getting stuck on the house he was robbing
In October 1998, A Terrence Dickson of Bristol Pennsylvania was exiting a house he finished robbing by way of the garage. He was not able to get the garage door to go up, because the automatic door opener was malfunctioning. He couldn't re- enter the house because the door connecting the house and garage locked when he pulled it shut. The family was on vacation, so Mr. Dickson found himself locked in the garage for eight days. He subsisted on a case of Pepsi he found, and a large bag of dry dog food. This upset Mr. Dickson, so he sued the homeowner's insurance claiming the situation caused him undue mental anguish. The jury agreed to the tune of half a million dollars and change.

(WHAT. LAME)

Sued a restaurant after she slipped on a spilled drink
In May 2000, a Philadelphia restaurant was ordered to pay Amber Carson of Lancaster, Pennsylvania $113,500.00 after she slipped on a spilled soft drink and broke her coccyx. The beverage was on the floor because Ms. Carson threw it at her boyfriend 30 seconds earlier during an argument.

(Isn't it her fault in the first place? What did the restaurant do?!)

Sued Mazda because it failed to provide instructions about the seatbelt
Mary Ubaudi of Madison County, Ill. Ubaudi was a passenger in a car that got into a wreck. She put most of the blame on the deepest pocket available: Mazda Motors, who made the car she was riding in. Ubaudi demands "in excess of $150,000" from the automaker, claiming it "failed to provide instructions regarding the safe and proper use of a seatbelt." One hopes Mazda's attorneys make her swear in court that she has never before worn a seatbelt, has never flown on an airliner, and that she's too stupid to figure out how to fasten a seatbelt.

(This one is kinda self-explanatory)

So yeah, click here if you want to check out the rest. I'll waste your time, sure, but what a great way to waste it! FSM!

The Portrait of the Past, or How I Go

2009-09-27T21:47:00.002+08:00

If you think about it now, we wouldn't really know what's going to happen a year from now, do you? No, you, me, we, have no idea at all.

I wouldn't expect to be in Singapore, during prep time, typing this blog post, for starters.

No one would have guessed that Obama'd be the first black president of the United States.

I couldn't believe that Dean would get taller than me.

Who would've thought I'd spend my birthday alone?

I never thought I could Facebook so much (Result of horrible boarding school life)

Did you know that Micheal Jackson would die this year? Would you even guess it was this close?

I thought that my grandfather would live forever.

I never thought that my book would finally get published.

I thought I would hate flights only when I was a lot older, but I hate them already.

On a similar note, I never thought I'd miss a flight, ever. I missed two this year.

I never thought that I would lose my emotions.

I didn't think I would jailbreak my iPod.

If you told me I would ever run out of money because of foolish spending, I would laugh.

Never, ever would I think that my faith would be lost.

Who would give a thought that the language systems for math and science would change back?

Couldn't have guessed that feeling so lonely was this bad.

Who'd have known that Ellen would be the new American Idol judge? Certainly not me.

I think even, maybe, when I come back, I won't be the same. I don't think you'll ever see me smile as much as I did back then.

Usually I'm quite a happy guy, right? Or maybe I was. If I saw myself back then, I would slap myself and shake him so bad, and then both of us would probably get in a fight. But. That doesn't really make any sense. Whatever.

Heard the phrase, "Life is so much better when you're happy to be alive"? I so totally agree. I just wish it was that way for me.

Seriously, I don't think anything could make me feel genuinely unconditionally happy. Not even to go back home.

Wow, I just realized how depressing that sounds. I don't wish I could relive my life.

Sadly, I just kinda wish I didn't exist.

You lost it? You lost my ring?

THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER, or Hallelujah

2009-09-17T22:16:00.005+08:00

Have you heard of FSM?

No?

REALLY?!

SINNER!

The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (or FSM for short) is a true religion, which was formed when the Kansas State Board of Education made a decision to require the teaching of an intelligent design as an alternative to biological evolution in ublic schools. Since nobody specified who the Intelligent Designer was, some genius call Henderson professed that there is a supernatural creator, FSM. He asks that the Pastafarian theory of creation be taught in science classrooms.

This portait is titled "Touched by His Noodly Appendage". Looks familiar? It's a parody of The Creation of Adam.

There is actually a Gospel of The Flying Spaghetti Monster

And there are actually followers of the 'religion'. If you're interested, go Google it.

I'll never eat spaghetti again XD XD

Even Though We're Not Talking We Kinda Still Are, Blame The Internet, or Makes Me Wonder

2009-09-14T19:36:00.003+08:00

Don't you hate how bands come up with ridiculously long names like that for their songs? Then you're like, "Hmm, I like that beat, I love the tune, I remember the lyrics, what's the name of the song, though?" Probably something completely unrelated to it. I hate it, because when I search for a song on my iPod I go, "Hmm. Now what's the name of that song that goes da da da?" I don't know.

Anyway, I gathered from my stay here at Singapore that I don't know whether I'm gaining or losing weight. Swapnil said i gained weight. Mr Phee (Prefect Master) said I looked thinner, and so did Ryan (roommate). Screw Swapnil lah, everyone looks fat to him. Skinny chap. I'm probably going to ask more people to see what they say.

I'm slowly eating a bit more now, nothing compared to what I used to eat back home. On my sister's blog there's a post on finishing a Vermonster over here. If I could bring any three other people with me, I'd bring Raymond Goh, Jonny Boy, and, well, Kim, of course. Have you seen her eat lately? Me and Kim won the bannana eating competition during Bannana Night in 2007. So beware! Haha.

I can't sleep though. And ever since I jailbroke my iPod Touch, it probablly got a bit worse. Now, I'm up reading books, playing Tap Tap, worrying about the future, playing Tap Tap, playing the Sims 3, playing Tap Tap, you get the picture. I hate nights, though. You have to wake up. And if you're guarenteed something unpleasant when you wake up, it's enough to make you wish you

never did.

OH well. I wonder what the future holds. More weight? Or less weight? Thanks to my scary metabolism, I don't know.

What? Tuaran Mee.

"THE" Final Whatever, or Rough Landing, Holly

2009-09-11T01:52:00.004+08:00

Today I went with Tammi to watch The Final Destination

In 3D!

Haha, the movie here is actually rated at M18, so I needed Tammi's help to enter the movie. Apparently when she bought the tickets (I was hiding somewhere), they just asked her, "You're above eighteen right?" and passed her the tickets anyway. Huh.

Anyway, when we went to go buy drinks and all, she ordered a 'medium' popcorn and I ordered a 'large' drink.

HAHA. Huge, right?

So whatever, we entered the hall without any glitches, and I was super happy I bypassed the Singapore laws (THAT'S RIGHT SINGAPORE, I JAYWALK AND GO INTO MOVIES IM NOT ALLOWED TO! HAH! I'M MALAYSIAN!!!), so I almost shouted out loud, but Tammi was there to control me. Hah.

Anyway, the movie was kinda dissapointing. Not to be sadistic or anything, but I kept on laughing at all the wrong parts, like people were dying and shit. I don't know, but it was just really fake (like the part where all these flammable liquids spill all the time), and i just found it superbly funny. The 3D parts were pretty cool too, I guess. Meh. Whatever.

I really wanna watch "9"! Looks really dark!

It's a Tim Burton film, probably gonna try and catch it.

So yeah, after that, was thinking of how I could make "Final Destination: Singapore". I would use :

The Singapore Flyer

The Cable Car (Sentosa, Vivo)

The Merlion

The Ion Orchard

And I don't know, chewing gum? Just to prove that Singapore isn't as safe as it is :D Hmm.

Random Videos, or Blame Me! Blame Me!

2009-09-08T18:59:00.002+08:00

I got bored, so I'm just going to post some videos I found in my phone.

If you've seen before, see it again, and if you havn't, well, enjoy :)

This video is of Dylan (Referred to as Dylan the Great) asking me to play with him. And my Godma scolding him after that.

This was the performance we did for the ASEAN Dance, the two songs are "Fly" and "Just The Two Of Us"

And finally, a video of me playing Lady Gaga Revenge, Just Dance (Hard), with only one hand. It's fun, because there are 4 places to tap instead of 3 now.

Enjoy! Or don't enjoy.

Well Now, or Papparazi

2009-09-06T01:09:00.007+08:00

Hello, late night blogger here.

I'm at my godma's house now. This place, like most privately-owned Singaporean apartments, is small, but there's still leg room. I'm not complaining, nay, I have a place to escape (cos Kai Shin went back to Sarawak, I have nobody to talk to anymore) to on my lonely holidays.

What's interesting is not the house itself, but it's inhabitants. Apart from the two-legged creatures, there are three animals residing in the home.

The first is, of course, Dylan the great. He is a golden retriever, and he probably gets more attention than Taylor Swift. Everyone in the neighbhourhood knows him, and when we take him out to town (yeah, we do that) people usually point and stare, and some paranoid ladies run away, dragging their children away. I want to laugh at them, really, but maybe they've been attacked by a dog before? I don't know. But Dylan's a harmless chap, really. If he was a king, he wouldn't be a Aragorn type. No, he'd be one who slept and ate and took walks around his kingdom. That's him. But everyone loves him anyway.

Second comes Koko, a pug. Koko is a female pug, and she constantly looks sadly at you, without meaning to. Her owner went away to work for a while, so she became sort of a fixture at the house. Apparently she has a slip disc, so I'm not supposed to make her jump or anything.

Lastly, comes Thomas, the cat. Yeap. You read correctly, the cat. Thomas was acquired by Adora, my Godma's maid, who loves cats more than she does dogs (but she loves Dylan too. I mean, it's Dylan the Great we're talking about), and she took him off the street and brought him home, without consent from my godmother. But Godma, being Godma, let him stay anyway. He doesn't stop moving, and he attacks invisible enemies wherever he goes. He enjoys also clinging onto your leg. (I think I'll just make a video of him this holiday)

Oddly enough, these animals co-exist in a happy environment. Dylan was always good with cats, he never barked at them, and if you remember my earlier post, cats seemed to follow him when I took him out for a walk. Thomas took some time, but he grew up around Dylan so in the end he's okay with dogs. He sometimes eyes Dylan oddly when the dog is asleep. Koko is too small to care.

And oh, I wrote an article for my godmother, you can check it out here. Pandai Pandai lah, yeah. You should be able to find it.

What A Waste, or Holiday (Green Day)

2009-09-05T02:49:00.002+08:00

So I'm on holiday now. Yeah. I have more than a week of boredom, and nothing to do, since I can't return home for my holidays. Will return to my godmother's house, where I will live in a deplorable state for the next week, constantly online, and playing Grand Theft Auto San Andreas for God knows how long.

What am I going to do? Not much, I have no money to spend, partly my own fault, but still, I do wish I had more cash. I want to watch Final Destination, so I shall save up now, and spend it all (because 3D tickets don't come cheap here). Won't be going out much, so yeah. I miss home.

Please check out my Reader's Blog, Escapist World, link found on the right, for stories by me and my colleagues. I should be writing a bit, as I have nothing better to do. For now, at 2.57 am on Saturday morning, I shall waste a bit more of my time on the computer, then get back to Lady Gaga Revenge on my newly jailbroken iPod, where I will master the four fingered unlockable stage. I have no life, shoot me.

This is me in Singapore. With no life. Heck, even if I return, I doubt I'll be the same. I don't really like people anymore. I just want to stay a hermit, a loner, away from too loud noises, coming out occasionally to take the Bacardi Coke and scram.

What a waste of life, you say? It keeps from getting your hopes up too much.

Who Likes To, or Dance Dance

2009-08-30T15:29:00.011+08:00

Seems like another breath take weekend all over again, but this time it was more like a whirlwind. Thank God it's a Sunday today.

Where shall we start? We shall start on Thursday night.

THURSDAY NIGHT

We had our International Night celebration at the boarding school, where we ate food from everywhere (kind of), and watched performances. Since it was the first time Malaysia was going to perform, we were all kinda nervous, and me and Kai Shin didn't know what to do, so we just went up there and did what everyone else did. We sang "Here In My Home", a medly by various Malaysian artists, and even though we were superbly off tempo, we did do pretty well, and we were all quite happy with ourselves :D

The food at our table (complete with Jalur Gemilang)

Me and Made (pronounced Ma-Deh)

Me murdering Jonta :D

Jonta stretching ZeWei's face

Me and Guitar Hero

Me and Swapnil (DID U SEE HIM DANCE? OMG. I WANT TO DANCE LIKE HIM, NO SARCASM INTENDED. OMG.)

So after the dinner (there was no prep, for which all of us were grateful), me, Ryan and Juno went to Fairprice across the street (in the end none of us bought anything). And I ran around with my handphones and pretended to be a spy, and shot at everyone standing around. Mwehehe. Kai Shin couldn't stop laughing.

FRIDAY MORNING

We had lessons for 1 hour, then we went to the school Auditorium for Honours Day, where it was an award ceremony for to honour those who had brought the school glory in the sciences, arts, and sports, bringing a total of 1200 recipients. WHICH IS INSANE. All I did in the hall that day was talk with Nigel Tan (this crazy guy in my class who laughs too much, but I love him :D), and he was talking about all sorts of crazy stuff he did back when he lived in England.

Anyway, after the extremely long and boring period of time, went home, then had to go out for our penultimate band practice at Bugis. Since it was a different place from our usual studio, we were a bit late, but we managed to pull off a good practice. After that, was supposed to meet up with Jess Chen, but it was seriously messed up, so I had to take an MRT to another station 30 mins away, then when I got there I had to wait for like another hour before they FINALLY came. Josh Siaw, Mel, Patrick, Christabel, Sarah Lyn, Aunty Maries, Jess and some other people were there, can't really remember. Anyway, we wanted to take a bus to the Night Safari, but the last bus left 30 mins ago, so we took taxis there instead.

FRIDAY NIGHT

When we got there, we got our tickets and got on the Tram, where this commentator with a strange accent gave odd commentaries here and there. We took the tram through the "safari", and tried to take some pictures, but it was, obviously, NIGHT, and my lens is made for night shots, and we weren't allowed to use our flash, so I didn't get very good photos.

There was a moment when the lion was yawning, and I was so dissapointed I didn't get it :(

Trams looked like this

Grumpy Sarah

Anyway, after that went to take a walk around some trail, then went back to the Tram one more time, THEN we went to have possibly one of the most least-for-value meals I've ever had. Some dumpling noodle for S$14 (after using the 1 dollar voucher), and it wasn't even good (at all), and the portion wasn't that big. As I told Josh and Mel, tourist prices.

After that we watched the Show, which, I think, was actually pretty good. I LOVED the lady who did the whole thing, she was so quirky and witty and funny. Haha! And the animals were so cute! EEE.

When the show finished we filed out to take another quick walk, but then we had to go because Sarah and Jess' ride was coming, so we went to take a picture and then they had to leave. Since it was too late for me to return to the hostel (and face the wrath of my hallmaster), I decided to stay over at my godmother's house, but Mel called Pastor Nick Choo and asked if I could sleep over at their house. He said sure, so me, Mel and Josh took the bus to an MRT station ( I actually forgot which one), but we got off at the wrong stop, and the MRTs were going to stop running soon, so we ran to the MRT station and got on. After that we took a bus from Yishun bus interchange and got off at some stop and went up to Pastor Nick's apartment.

We got in, and I said hi, and I put my stuff down. They were very hospitable, but all I did was drink alot of their water and eat their buns XD I stayed up with Raymond (Ps. Nick's son) watching football (which I don't normally do XD) until like 2.30, then slept on a sleeping bag.

SATURDAY MORNING

Woke up around 10ish, Mel and Josh had left for their conference already. Back hurt because, well, I slept on the floor. Aunty Karen (Ps. Nick's wife) was there, and she gave me water (because I always ask for water, not milo or coffee or beer) and instructions on how to get to the mrt. I followed her instructions, and got safely back home at around 11.45 am.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

I had to leave after like 30 mins of preperation, because I had to go early to Hotel Orchard to sound check for ASEAN dance later that night. We went there, but we were like superbly late, and so we could only practice a very soft version of our songs, and then at the end, the screw in the top of my bass strap fell off, so we had to go fix it. We went to get it fixed at Yamaha at Plaza Singapura, but they told us where we could get it fixed. So we went to get it fixed at some place, then we went back to Hotel Orchard for the final practice. After that, we went to go change in the toilet.

SATURDAY NIGHT-ASEAN DANCE!!!

When we got out the toilet we freaked out. There were so many people there, it wasn't even funny to us anymore. And when we put our bags in the unused room and came out, there were even MORE people there.

OMG.

Long story short, we went in, the event started, and after some random performances, we went on stage. Suffice to say, I think we did better than the other band that went before us, even though our songs weren't very well-known. Check the performance out @ http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1153933060806&ref=mf

After that, it consisted of us jumping around and singing like crazy on the dance floor. With all honesty, I consider Jimmy's saying "We set the mood" to be true. I kinda lead the ACS(I) "cheering squad" and when we jumped everybody jumped, and when we sang, they sang too XD

Met Yap there (with modified hairstyle), and her way of greeting me was a sharp slap on the back and then she walked of somewhere. Haiz, but I think she enjoyed herself enormously.

Pics!

Before the event

During the event

Us on stage

From Left: Billy, Jonathan, Kevin, Deiver, Me

It was, without doubt, the best night in Singapore I ever had. Check the photos on Facebook.

When it ended around 10.30, we still didn't leave, because our bus hadn't arrived yet, so we just hung around and took summore pictures. Reached back at around 12, slept at around 2.30.

What a weekend.

Night's Retreat, or Sweet Escape

2009-08-27T16:29:00.004+08:00

If you knew me from young,

Then You would probably know,

That

I love books.

If you've been to my house,

And seen under my bed,

And top of it and around it

You would know

That

I love books.

If you saw me,

Waiting for the dentist,

You couldn't see my face,

Because

I love books.

Or maybe the correct word would be

Loved.

Ever since I came to Singapore, I stopped reading. Books. Sad, I know. Most of the words I saw were from the textbook or from Facebook.

I did, tho, visit the bookstore that day and buy The Hunger Games like super long ago.

My one had a different cover though.

Anywho, I can honestly say that THIS IS THE BEST BOOK I HAVE EVER READ. It is the first book I never skimmed over, I didn't rushed, I calmly and slowly spent the whole Sunday I bought it reading it until 4.30 am in the morning. When I finished the book I was so sad and dissapointed, that I read it again.

Yes, it is that good, I couldn't put the book down. It looks at me, all scary like, and I have to read it again. So I downloaded it, and along with a bunch of other books, put it into my iPod. So now my sleepless nights won't be so lonely anymore, no more of me looking aimlessly at my phone, wishing for someone to text me.

Just me, and my trustworthy books. I love The Hunger Games. I wish the second one would just hurry up and come out already.

Oh, and if anyone has any suggestions of books to read, PLEASE let me know. PLEASE.

Too Fast, or Innocence

2009-08-26T21:38:00.003+08:00

Today in Malay class, everyone was making noise as usual, so Cikgu Tas (my Malay Teacher) was beginning to lose her voice.

"Kenapa kamu semua ni begitu bising oh?", she asked in a strained voice. So I, being the nice kind sensitive boy I am, said,

"Pigi minum air lah, cikgu."

Then my friend turned around to me and mouthed, "Puasa."

OH SHIT.

Realisation dawned on what I had done, so I quickly went, "MAAF CIKGU, BETUL BETUL MAAF NI." She just looked at me with big eyes and looked away.

"Nampak ni, tau juga cikgu puasa, tak boleh minum air, masih juga membuat bising." After that everyone started to make a little less noise (just a little bit).

So yeah, I completely forgot it's bulan puasa, or Fasting Month for the Islam. Not being back home in Malaysia made me forget that we aren't supposed to drink in front of them, or whatever, but it's way different here, because still most of the food stalls downstairs in the S.A.C (Student Activity Centre, I don't know why they can't just call it the canteen like other normal schools) are open, whereas back home I'm sure that one of the stalls has closed down now, and the students who are Muslim have to go to hall and pray, or something.

Sorry for being so insensitive! May your fastin bring about great change in Malaysia, people.

I'm basically fasting lunch everyday :)

Nowhere But, or Sugar We're Going Down

2009-08-25T20:09:00.004+08:00

On Sunday I watched Up with my sister (who is currently in Singapore) and Ian and Daryl Goh. But unlike all you other people who also watched Up, the Up I watched was different (I feel speshul), because I watched Up in 3D.

That's right, I watched it in 3D! AHAHA. It was my first 3D movie, so if you were sitting behind me, you would've seen this boy reaching out to touch the air many times. Sakai, I know. I digress.

ANYWAY, Up was an awesome Movie, enjoyed it thoroughly (even though the ticket was S$13, thanks Kim for paying :D), especially in 3D, because you could see the balloons coming towards you, and the clouds looked even more real and soft, and it becomes so 3D that you forget it's in 3D and then forget what you are wearing the glasses for, and you try to readjust your vision.

Was a heartwarming movie, with alot of laugh out loud moments. I wouldn't mind watching it again, actually. But what I really want to watch is

FINAL DESTINATION

IN 3D!!! AHAHA!!!

Late, Late Nights, or Insomnia

2009-08-23T03:32:00.005+08:00

I've been sleeping quiet late recently.

Friday it was raining heavily after school. Really raining, like the heavens burst forth and attacked all pedestrains without shade. I went and bought myself and umbrella, you know the cute foldable ones? Yeah, I bought one, because I realised I didn't have an umbrella in the first place. Ironically it stopped raining after I bought the umbrella.

Anyway, made my way to Orchard to meet Brandon and Camron Lau, who were on transit to Texas for like 12 hours. So I took them shopping (they could SHOP, Camron bought this Zara piece for S$79.90), and finally had to say goodbye to them. Quite sad, really, finally having to say goodbye, knowing we'll only see them in 1 year's time. Ah well, we'll have fun at night, won't we? ;)

Anyway, so after that, made my way over to my godmother's place, stayed up till like 2, skyping with friends (thank God for Skype, I think I've said that before).

Then woke up at around 1pm the next day 'cause I had to go pick my mother up from the airport. Picked her up, went for lunch, went for dessert, went to Funan. At Funan, I let my mother touch the Wii for the first time (I swore never to touch one 'till I own it), and it looked like she really enjoyed it, and I ALMOST convinced her to get it, but I guess she had second thoughts. Darn. I'll try again during the Christmas period.

Mum playing Bowling.

She was talking to me endlessly about the game afterwards.

We then went to go pick Kim up from the airport (she had a different flight from my mother), then we went for dinner. We ended up walking around Chinatown because Kim landed at 8.30-ish, so by the time we got there everything was closing down. We ended up eating some Sze Chuan stuff, which was superbly spicy, and after the dinner (no joke), my head was buzzing from the chilli. Seriously.

Went to have cheesecake after that, then came home, took the two dogs (Dylan the Great, and Koko the pug) for a walk, came back, took a shower and watched Hana Yori Dango (Boys Over Flowers... Yeah, I'm gay, whatever) until I got bored, so here I am. At 3.45 am.

I should get some rest.

Of All The..., or Damn Regret

2009-08-19T01:49:00.002+08:00

This is going to be my rant against, hmm, bloggers. That's right, so for now bear with me or go away :)

So people who give updates like

"Hey, it's miss-I-have-no-life here again! I have nothing to say... Love u all!"

Just really piss me off. Don't blog about your life if it's boring enough that you have to put random sad updates about... Completely nothing at all.

And all u people who repeat stuff? Like the list of ppl who won the oscars or something? Don't waste blog space by copying and pasting, just give the bloody link please. Don't act as if you're doing everyone a favour, so sorry to burst your bubble, and stop feeling important.

Remember super early on when I said I would only blog about important stuff? I proudly say I do, and I don't blog EVERY SINGLE DAY saying "oh, I went to school, I hate my teacher, I laughed at some narcisstic joke". Please. We all have our own lives without having to read every single detail of ur pathetic lives. When I blog I only blog about events or to vent my frustration (after playing the DS or Plants vs. Zombies) or funny things that happen or actual things that I feel need to discuss about.

But what kind of blogger do I hate the most? It's the so-called "emo blogger". This person will write deep sounding messages and brood all over the keyboard, going something around the lines of "why can't I just go far away? Far from the pain I feel deep inside me now... No one understands..." really, all these people are doing is creating drama for themselves, whether they admit it or not. Attention seekers!

Ugh, it's 2am and I can't sleep! I hate this Singaporean life, it's so systematic and boring.
Blog against me if u like, I appreciate your "kind criticism".

Oh and by the way, check out my new blog, Escapist World, free from boring details of life. Link on the left.

Images From The Present, or Break Out! Break Out!

2009-08-17T14:31:00.002+08:00

So last Friday I obtained this miraculous application. I used it to talk to my bro back home, Nick. And really talk, not chatting that excuse for a conversation, where emotions are easlily hidden and thoughts not-so-easily betrayed. So yes, thanks to you, Skype, I can now hold three way conversations with my friends in London and Sabah, all from the comfort (or absence of) Singapore. I video called Kah Mun, and it was good to actually see a picture of her moving, and hear her voice (and the voice of her 5-year old cousin randomly talking to both of us).

So add me on Skype! So we can like, chat or something. Really chat, not, well you know.

Haha, I have nothing to blog about! Woah.

A Safe Haven, or Therapy

2009-08-14T19:53:00.002+08:00

I was just looking around my dashboard, and wandering all around the blogspot page, and I saw something where like you can have more than one blog. So interesting right? Then I saw that more than one person can edit a blog. So that got me thinking, "What if there was a blog where people could read short stories, and take their mind of the world for a while?" I'm sure this might sound like a stupid idea, but I know people who like to read a good short story or two. And so I propose that I'm gonna start this blog sooner or later, purely for fiction, no stories about my day or pictures of people and places.

Now I need you all to write for me. If any of you wanna be an author for the blog, just drop me an email, and I'll get back to you. Remember, the more of you who write, the more people are gonna read, and I'm not asking you to make a commitment and write a story a day or anything like that.

Let me know. I'm going to contact those of you who I know can write already. Nigel out.

Oh No Serendipity, or Think Of You Later (Empty Room)

2009-08-11T22:11:00.001+08:00

OHEMGEEEEEE.

AGHH!!!!!!

This last weekend was the most breathtaking experience I've ever had. Start start start Reminiscence!

I came back home on Friday night! So good to get back, I was so glad! Went with ma daddy to his house where I went to look for clothes for Installation night. Haha, he gave me a pair of pants, two shirts and A ROCKIN' BLAZER! And note, I said give, which means I GOT TO KEEP THE BLAZER!!! Woot.

After that, 1am in the morning like that, went home and just went around hugging the house. Haha. Then like went to take a shower, unpacked, admired the clothes I was gonna wear later that night... Mum came home super late, then started screaming bcos Kim wasn't home yet (Watching movie with the Youth, so late? She came back at 2am). She finally went to sleep so when Kim came back, she just snuck into the room with me and we chatted for ages and laughed at The Saint 2008 until like 3.30 (yeah, me and Kim can do that. Love ya sis)

Woke up at like 9 to go for Physio therapy, which felt really good. Then went out with Nigel Chin, JHo, and Cypher to watch a movie and just hang. We watched Ghost of Girlfriend's Past, which was a very good movie. A lot of sentimental moments, go watch it with someone u love, but someone u can laugh with as well. It was hilarious! "It's okay, you whiney bitches" XD

Haha Josh looks so Pervy :D

Went to Fish and Co. to talk and take pictures. After that, we had to take Chong to find clothes for the night, so we went to FOS where we found this great shirt in Jonathan Lim size, and no sizes for Chong. So he ended up buying a shirt which in the end didn't fit him also ><>

Then Chong and me went back to my own house, where we looked for shirts for him to wear again. We settled on this Xex (up to u how to pronounce, haha) shirt, a little seethrough but hey, it fits! So when KahMun and Cameron came over, then the panic and excitement finally set in. I mean, first of all I saw Kah Mun again! And like Cameron too! Wow. And to think I wouldn't have actually had the chance, if I didn't come back. Then when Chong came back, we fell into preparation hell.

We were running everywhere, commenting on each other's clothes, fixing our hear, spraying on perfume, running around everywhere, putting on clothes, making sure everything was charged, making sure we looked good in general. After everything was done with jumped into mum's X5 and went to Hyatt for the dinner. We were all blabbing about it, and about random stuff, and we were all feeling pretty nervous, and then we were there.

Hurridly put on our clothes, did the final touches to our hair and clothes, and we stepped in. Haha, felt so good to see everybody, especially in their formal wear. Went to sit down at the table, where no one was (cos Chin and JHo were 'working', and no one else had came yet. Went to go pick up ma date, Maxine Ng, who was too shy to appear herself so she hid somewhere XD No lah, kidding. Anyway, then we sat down, and everyone started coming on in. But the event started absurdly late, so we went ahead and took tons of pictures. I only have some, but most of them are taken by other people, so good check facebook!

KahMun, looking gorgeous as usual.

Me and Mr Vice :) Grats Nigel!

Me and my date, Maxine. EEE!

My sis and I. Is that correct gramatically?

Haha, Mafia Boss bah this, with two ridicolously tall girls (heels bah that)

If anyone asks me the highlight of the night, I wouldn't really know how to answer, because it was just a mish mash of eating, photo taking, going to the toliet, random speeches, award giving, dancing, catching up with everyone and spending time with people. Really, I don't know what I enjoyed most about the dinner, because I enjoyed the dinner in general. Do you understand? Never mind.

Anyway, I know I should aknowledge the BOD and crap, so grats to all the incoming peeps, especially good friends JR and Chin, who claim President and Vice respectively. Snatch those places away from all the competitions next year, ahah. Thanks also to this year's BOD, for organising event, bla bla.

After the dinner, they started playing loud music, and no one danced until they turned of the lights, and then they only played loud techno music suited for shufflers. I just randomly walked around everywhere, and sat down, haha. At 10.45 the guy from Hyatt asked us to shut down, so we had to get out, fast. Took last minute pics, and escorted Max out, then went out to Upperstar to Par-Tay, aha.

Sat down with Kim they all, but since they were going home so early, I went to sit with Luiz, Karen, Victor, Priscilla, Daphne, they all, and got Luiz to send me home, so I could Par-Tay somemore, aha. Then Chin texted me and I had to go all the way back to Hyatt to collect ma stuffs, where I met David and Priscilla, then we walked over to Upperstar where we joined the big group of people. We ordered Tiger Beer, and then in our little group (I think David, Priscilla, Daphne and me) ordered Corona, which Prisicilla took a long time in explaining to me, cos I was like "WTF is that?", and later I ordered a Bacardi Coke. Class sikit bah, aha. Anyway, in the end, we all got slightly tipsy, Daphne's head was gonna explode, Syafiq kept dropping his stuff, and talked with random people.

JR followed me home in Luiz's car, and when we got home, we were gone cases. Me and Josh jumped over the gate and KahMun let us in. Cameron was stoned somewhere, but JR wanted to drink somemore, so we broke out Kim's Martel stash and drank too much again XD I think my sister's gonna upload the photos, 'cos I have NO idea what happened that night. The five of us (well, the guys only actually, Kim and Kahmun were sane enough not to drink so much) got so drunk we were stumbling all over the place. Everytime we downed a shot, we got worse and worse. I remember Pokki, 100 Plus, pineapple tarts, water, Martel, ice, Stardust, Cameron hiding under our stairs, and my sister and Kahmun helping us walk everywhere.

In the end, truly an eventful night. Luckily my mum wasn't at home that night, or we would have died. We FINALLY got to bed at like 3.30, and when we woke up, me and JR felt like idiots, 'cos our heads were spinning like mad.

Church was kind of a torture, because, well, we were really dizzy, so we had to go get coffee, but the water wasn't even hot, so we were still kinda dizzy. Kept feeling like I wanted to puke. There was baptism that Sunday, where Jess got baptised, super grats to her, I think she was pretty shocked I was there XD I didn't tell her I was coming back... Anyway, after that went for lunch, then PC Fair, where I bought a game controller and a mouse, for RM25 each. Aha.

After THAT, Kim asked me to come over to Likas Square (which was next to the PC Fair), so I went, and when I went in the car, I saw Brandon (OMG OMG). Brandon is like the brother of Cameron and my kindergarten buddy, so you can imagine my shock, because he was supposed to be in KL. We went to 1B and ssed like CRAZY, go check my Facebook for half of the pics. After that went home, had dinner with Mum Kim and U. Richard. Then went home, and KahMun, Brandon and Cameron came to the house and we watched Shutter. That was probably one of the least scary horror I've ever watched, but I like the storyline I guess. KahMun and Cameron were screaming the whole way, me and Brandon were yawning the whole way through, wasn't frightening at all.

MONDAY was an interesting day. Woke up early, then Brandon came to pick me up so we could go pick Kim up from school, to take her out so we could go see Kahmun off. The three of us went down, and caused a little bit of a scene actually. Luckily saw Darren Koh, he escorted me to 4A, so I could go collect some money, hehe. I think people were surprised to see me (OOH, I love doing that). Then we left to the airport, where we had KFC and we saw KahMun off.

No matter how cold-blooded I might seem, I'm really going to miss her. Another year! What a wait. Thank GOD for internet.

Then went to City Mall for lunch, then they sent me to school, where I met up with Max for lunch. We went to Pizza Hut, where boh of us coudn't eat anything ><>

Finalised my packing for Singapore. Long story short, I missed my flight. Again. I won't go in to details, but it wasn't entirely my fault this time. Went home and lazed around at home, feeling miserable. Didn't sleep till about 4.30 like that, was busy doing other things ;)

I finally got back to Singapore the following morning.

This weekend has been a real eye-opener for me. The joys and dangers of drinking, seeing people again, and the pure coincidence of things happening so things would play out to pleasantly surprise you. I know that if I did not miss my flight, I wouldn't have had a long conversation with a certain someone, my life would have been left unwritten for a little while.

Why did it take me so long to realise? I'm sorry I was so blind. Now we just have to wait.

I'm ONLY COMING BACK END OF THE YEAR!!! AGH... And the worse part is that there is no definite date...

Wait for me, please wait for me... COME ON NOVEMBER!

1,2,3,4.....56789 + 50, or Homesick At Space Camp

2009-08-07T13:40:00.000+08:00

At exactly 12am this morning, 34 minutes and 56 seconds, the cosmos aligned together to grant us a sequence of numbers that will never be experienced ever again, until 3009, and then I bet no one reading this will ever experience this.

What I really mean is

12.34.56.7.8.9

12 being 12 am

34 being thirty-four seconds past midnight

56 being fifty-six seconds past 12.34

7 being the 7th

8 being August

9 being 2009

So once again, 123456789! Happy 123456789!

What was I doing at this time? Haha.

Me and my roomates were up playing Bridge, which is actually one of the most strategic card games I've ever played. It's awesome, we'll play it some time when I get back? Or whenever I see any of you. This was actually the first time Me, Swapnil, Kai Shin, Juno, ZeWei and Leo were all in the same place (on my bed) doing something together. Haha, this might sound very soppy and all, but it seemed really nice, staying up late playing cards together, 'celebrating' the once in a lifetime thing.

Then we went to sleep. Well, I of course couldn't get to the heaven which you guys call sleep as easily, so just stayed up listening to music, playing the ds, chatting on my iPod.

But I mean, it felt good, and no one was screaming at each other (which usually happens when ZeWei is around, he's just too easy to bully), and because Bridge involves having partners, so we roomates were actually working together and all. AWW!

I'm obviously not in it, well, because I took the picture. Red is Leo, Orange is Juno, Far Right is ZeWei, back facing is Swapnil, on the bed playing my iPod is Ryan (Kai Shin).

So yeah.

And this is my 50th post, and supposedly something to be proud of? Or something special? I could just spam my posts till 50 if need be what. So to 'commemorate' this retarded occasion, I shall present you all with a quiz, and if any of you answer correctly, I'll... I dunno, treat you to Starbucks. No one says no to a Starbucks.

1. Spell my full name Correctly

2. Spell my Sister's full name Correctly

3. Spell my brother's full name correctly

4. My current address in Singapore?

Haha, I'm surprised if anyone gets all these questions correct. Well good luck :P Happy 123456789 once again!

I Still Wish I Did, or Break Your Little Heart

2009-08-05T19:48:00.000+08:00

So, and I think I've told some people before, I've been captivated by this device called, by its given full name, Wrist Watch Color Video Camera with Microphone and 8GB memory.

So yeah, this ordinary looking watch is actually capable of shooting 8GB worth of 15 fps AVI videos, in colour, and can actually be used as a pendrive (that you wear on your wrist!).

So yeah, the lens is located right there, between the 1 and 2 icons on the watch face. I checked it out online, and it got a lot of positive reviews from consumers. I'm just going to deliberate with my inner self whether to purchase this piece of electronic heaven, and secretly record my life here. Hmm, this could actually prove pretty useful.

Check this site for more info:http://www.chinavasion.com/product_info.php/pName/video-camera-watch-allmetal-dvr-watch-with-8gb-memory/

So yeah, life would be so much fun with it. I dunno, I just hope I never spoil it ><

Just shut up and say something.

Unlocked and Thrown Away, or Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody)

2009-08-04T20:22:00.000+08:00

After intense thought I just have to say, hmm, maybe it's best not to trust anyone anymore, because it always looks as if you'll get let down, and maybe it's best to do everything by yourself because you might get cheated, on purpose or not, and then you get hurt, so I can see why people shut themselves up so tight, and I always thought they were stupid and couldn't see the joy to life; It never occured to me that maybe they had, and went from the highest mountain to the lowest valley in a second, and never wanted a downward spiral like that ever again, so they bottle themselves in and don't come out, and seeing it from their view, maybe that's a very good idea, so now I guess trust is just a casual word flung around, and never again will I be hurt, because it's such a simple concept: Don't play with fire, and you won't get burned, so, rather then even play with it, I'm never going near it again, so I don't get let down, so that empty feeling never comes back, so that I don't cry myself late into the night, so I can sleep a little better, and maybe my life will be a bit dull now, but at least it won't hurt

Feet Fall Down, or Falling Down

2009-08-02T11:56:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I was out from 1.30-11. That's like, nine and a half hours. My feet are dead, and I think my insomnia is temporarily cured.

I went out with Tammi the WHOLE day, and I havn't done that much walking since.... Uh... I really don't think I've ever done that much walking. We met at Orchard MRT, then we went over to Wisma Atria, went to Lucky Plaza, went to the ION Orchard, had lunch at the Soup Spoon (It was good, I'll take you if you come over), walked around ION endlessly-

Ok, pause here, because I have to tell you about the Kid who bowed before me.

Me and Tammi were walking around Ion, when suddenly out of nowhere these three kids came running, and one of them fell RIGHT AT MY FEET.

Like seriously, he fell and looked up at me, haha. Then me and Tammi were like Woah, and when we walked around I said "Kid's fall before me!", and she started laughing like crazy, and she wouldn't stop, and the rest of the day consisted of me looking for other children who would bow to my awesomeness. There were a few that looked at me and ran away, afraid of my awesomeness.

Anyway,

- got bored, went over to Keeren (I think), bought these two absolutely pretty phone cases (Buy 1, Get 1 Free)

continued walking around, went to withdraw money, decided to go to... Darn. Somewhere lah, then after that went to the City Hall Starbucks for, well, Starbucks, after that went inside City Hall (I think it was there lah, forgive me if I'm wrong), walked around, stared at the digital bilboard, went to Suntec City, got lost abit, went to the MRT again, then went home. I know it might not sound like much, but we backtracked sooo many times, and I got bored of seeing the same stores again and again, but wow, my legs died that night, and a warm shower has nary ever felt so good.

Hmm, which Kid shall bow in my presence today?

Up The System!, or Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

2009-07-29T20:35:00.000+08:00

OK guys, hello, this is the Author of the Blog here. Nigel Chee, that's me.

So I've been tweaking the blog a lil' bit, the most evident change is of course the list of songs on the right of the page, which can change from time to time, and I haven't really decided on. Oh well, that's the Soundtrack of My Life (Haha Nigel Chin)

But what you may not know is that I have also changed my comments posting format. This time, you won't leave the page you're currently on (i.e. Ma Blog) and go to that isolated area just to leave me a comment. This time, the page just reloads and you can drop a comment on my blog page itself! Isn't that just dandy?

And no, I'm not getting a chat box ^^

I Blame Wendy, or Boys! Grab Your Guns

2009-07-27T02:02:00.000+08:00

Ugh. Feel so emo. Where does that word come from anyway? Emotional? Yeah, maybe that's what I am right now. And the worse part is that

I don't know why. But now I'm really angry for missing out on everything that I thought I was going to go through. I thought of everything, you know? Finishing SPM with my friends, going to birthday parties, laughing over the stupid things we did.

So hard it is for me to laugh now. All I can manage is a fake smile that hopefully gets me through the day. I can't sleep properly (it's 2am now). At least a bit of my apettite's returned a bit, I used to be able to go through two days without feeling eating and not feeling hungry.

I hate all this pretending shit. I wish someone would just like run me over or something. Then I wouldn't have to go to school.

You ask me a year ago whether it was possible for me to be this unhappy? Nope. And don't call me short sighted, you presumptuous assholes. You don't know what I'm going through so I'm tired of hearing you all trying to talk to me as if you understand.

Feh.

Gone Just Like That, or Feel Good Drag

2009-07-24T22:26:00.000+08:00

So today after school was supposed to go for Physics make up practical, but I skipped it (I'll be going on Monday, haha) so I could go see a movie with Daniel, my classmate. He was supposed to go with a bunch of friends, but all the friends who were supposed to go from our school all balied on him, so since he didn't want to be the only guy I decided to go with him, and some of his Indonesian friends (who are all girls) from another school (Daniel is an Indonesian scholar). Eventhough like it was sure to be a bit uncomfortable for me ( I can't speak Hokkien for nuts and my Indon isn't too much of a big deal either) I didn't mind because I wanted desperately to watch Harry Potter and the Prince Who Lost Half of His Blood.

So we took the mrt to Orchard to meet his friends at Cathay (which me and Daniel had no idea where said location was) at 3.15, when his friend told him that the movie started at 3.15 instead of 4.30. So we were like, ?, and we kept walking, because we were'nt exactly late. So we eventually found it and waited there past 3.15 until his friends turned up at 3.35, then one of them went to change and we were like ridicolously late for the movie, and when we got to the cinema one other friend who had the tickets wasn't there and we were all like wondering what on earth was going to happen, so his friend called the ticket-holding friend and she was like in Dhoby Ghaut (which is another Cathay) and all of us were like ><

So we were all like HAHHHHH, but then the ticket-holding friend said she managed to change the time to 4.30 at Dhoby Ghaut, so we walked over to Dhoby Ghaut Cathay to watch Harry Potty! I watched it finish and I can only say one thing: SOMEONE BUY ME DRACO'S MALFOY'S SUIT. That suit is bamming man. Wow. All black.

My opinion? 2.30 hours, disappointing ending. How can the Death Eaters just walk out without getting confronted by the Order of the Pheonix? What a sad sad ending. Sad as in "I'm dissapointed" sad not the "This movie was so moving!" sad. Here and there funny lah. I think Ron did the lovestruck scene quite well.

Anyway, after that just me and Daniel went to the MRT station cos he was going back and I was going to Orchard to possibly look for a new pair of headsets (Yes, I know, don't lecture me). I walked around Orchard Road on a Friday night and wow, it's alive. So yeah, in the end headed to Takashimaya with the intent to go buy a book to read, and bam I saw:

I hope you're seeing this Kim :)

SO after that didn't really know what to do, so headed to Lucky Plaza to take a look, but just to look, because I didn't want to get potentially scammed. Again. Went to the MRT station in Orchard to get my MRT card changed for a new one, then I decided to go to this store that had a sale that we passed on the way to Dhoby Ghaut. Took the MRT to Dhoby Ghaut and then went to this store where I went a bit crazy and started trying on tons of clothes. Wanted to get alot of clothes, sadly no sizes...

But hey! In the end I bought 1 Long sleeve Shirt, 2 short sleeve shirts and 1 t-shirt for only s$41.20! What kind of crazy price is that? And I must say, I did a pretty good job myself ^^

I wanted to head back, so I was making ma way to the MRT station at Dhoby Ghaut, when I spotted Plaza Sing, which was where I bought my speakers last time, remember? So, hoping I could get a pair of headphones there, I went in to take a look at BEST (some Tech store), but all they had were headphones for Skype and the like, so I left, dejected and disappointed. Decided then to take a walk around Plaza Sing, and ON THE SAME LEVEL, I found a store SOLELY dedicated to SOUND. Speakers. Headsets. The works.

*The choir sings.*

I was like, Ironic much? so entered the store and started looking at the headsets there, and they're the good type, like Ultimate ears, Sony, Senn smth and yeah. So there was me browsing, when this young lady sales assistant person came up to me. I asked whether it was possible to test this Sony I was looking at? She said no. So I said which is the best she would recommend in this price range (s$50)? She directed me to another section where I tried headphones again and again with my trusty iTouch. In the end I settled for this Creative, which I made her take out, and if I didn't pick that one, she would have to repack it, so I did do her a little favour XD

But yeah, I'm quite happy with my purchase. It's this obnoxious big pair that I've always wanted to have, so when I'm not using it I can just hang it around my neck for convenience sake. Ah, contentment.

After that, ate McD, read my new book, used my new headset, then finally went back to the boarding school, where I blogged about my superbly eventful day. There goes my cash.

"But I am the Chosen One."

*Whack

Random Days, or It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door

2009-07-21T21:08:00.001+08:00

It's prep time, but Kai Shin was on Yahoo! home page (he always reads the news for the day), and apart from the headline that read 'Lady Gaga surprises- by dressing conservatively', he pulled my attention to the screen because today was apparently "National Junk Food Day"

I know right? Wtf much?

So he showed me the website which apparently has a list of random and crappy holidays, such as Just Because Day, I Forgot Day, Father-in-Law Day, etc.

Almost every single day has some holiday to it, and I'd like to try living next year like that. See lah, heheh.

The website is http://holidayinsights.com . Browse if you seriously have nothing better to do. Or if you do, make some time to immerse yourself in Junk Food.

Happy Junk Food Day! Gonna eat my Ruffles Texas Barbecue later, heheh.

W. T. F. , or Believe Me, I'm Lying

2009-07-19T15:46:00.000+08:00

So remember the headphones I just got?

ZeWei had to go to the dentist in Orchard, so he offered to go look for headphones for me cos he needed some himself. So, great, sure.

So he called me when he was done with his dentist apointment, and he told me the brands around, and then finally he went to one shop and took a look at all those lousy brands. Then I told him to ask the shop keeper for the better ones. He went to ask, and the shop keeper returned with two headphones, a Creative (mine) and a Philips. I asked which one the shopkeeper recommended, and the shopkeeper said the Creative. So I told ZeWei to go ahead and buy it. It cos it a whooping SG 70.50, quite happy with my purchase, but feeling somewhat cheated.

ANYWAY, today went out with ZeWei and Kai Shin to Vivo cos we were craving for some Carl's Jr (Big. Burger.). After that we were walking around and I said let's go look at some electronics. So hey, look we found my headphones on sale, and I looked at the price tag and almost collapsed.

S$21.20.

I felt like killing ZeWei.

Goes to show, you want something done properly, go do it yourself.

I've wasted abour 50 bucks for trusting in other people!! AH!!

To The End?, or Pressure

2009-07-17T22:56:00.000+08:00

It is an understatement to say it is boring here in boarding school. The atmosphere is so draggy and it creates all sense of fun to quickly disappear, because we either know it's going to end or that it's not too last or that we couldn't have it to what we wanted too.

So my week has passed. I just need the next weeks in front of me to pass on quickly and then I'll let it slow down a little bit. Right now, as usual, the only thing to look foward to is the Weekend, because then I get to do nothing. Which doesn't usually come easy here.

Just got new earphones from Creative, pretty good. They're the type where u can attatch to your ear or something. You know, the one that curves around your ear. Go Google the Creative EP 510 I think. So I can like go lead my "active" lifestyle without worrying about it like falling off, plus the sound quality is pretty good too. Finally got the good pair of earphones I've wanted for ages. Heheh.

A lot of things going on this weekend, but sadly I'm unable to attend. So far away on this island of the main. This wretched island. I have had extra classes almost everyday this week, and I have one tomorrow on SATURDAY, so I'm lucky I live in the school, or I probably couldn't convince myself to drag my carcass out of bed to go. So yeah. Do I still wanna go home? Duh.

Maybe I'll stay the end of the year? If I do, then I won't be obliged to pay back all of the money that I've used to pay school fees and stuff from the government. And if I drop out at the end of the year, the thing is, my mum won't be able to do anything about it. And my mother, if you do not know Aunty Chiu well, is a manipulative woman who acts behind people's back to get people to do things for her. Sadly, though, I'm her son, and I do the same thing, so things she doesn't think I know, well, I do. SORRY MOM .

In the meantime, though, here's a fabolous idea: Visit me in Singapore! Like Gabby's doing? Doesn't that sound like a great idea? Take AirAsia or Jetstar budget airlines during the August holidays, I'll be here, but you can too! Please...

So what's it going to be?

Only In Malaysia, or Crazy Train

2009-07-16T20:16:00.000+08:00

After reading this five times, I still find this hilariously funny. Only if you understand Malay, sorry :)

Enjoy!

Murid : Selamat pagi, cikgu.

Cikgu : (Menengking) Mengapa selamat pagi sahaja? Petang dan malam awak doakan saya tak selamat?

Murid : Selamat pagi, petang dan malam cikgu!

Cikgu : Panjang sangat! Tak pernah dibuat oleh orang! Kata selamat sejahtera! Senang dan penuh bermakna. Lagipun ucapan ini meliputi semua masa dan keadaan.

Murid : Selamat sejahtera cikgu!

Cikgu : Sama-sama, duduk! Dengar sini baik-baik. Hari ini cikgu nak uji kamu semua tentang perkataan berlawan. Bila cikgu sebutkan perkataannya, kamu semua mesti menjawab dengan cepat, lawan bagi perkataan-perkataan itu, faham?

Murid : Faham, cikgu!

Cikgu : Saya tak mahu ada apa-apa gangguan.

Murid : (senyap)

Cikgu : Pandai!

Murid : Bodoh!

Cikgu : Tinggi!

Murid : Rendah!

Cikgu : Jauh!

Murid : Dekat!

Cikgu : Keadilan!

Murid : UMNO!

Cikgu : Salah!

Murid : Betul!

Cikgu : Bodoh!

Murid : Pandai!

Cikgu : Bukan!

Murid : Ya!

Cikgu : Oh Tuhan!

Murid : Oh Hamba!

Cikgu : Dengar ini!

Murid : Dengar itu!

Cikgu : Diam!

Murid : Bising!

Cikgu : Itu bukan pertanyaan, bodoh!

Murid : Ini ialah jawapan, pandai!

Cikgu : Mati aku!

Murid : Hidup kami!

Cikgu : Rotan baru tau!

Murid : Akar lama tak tau!

Cikgu : Malas aku ajar kamu!

Murid : Rajin kami belajar cikgu!

Cikgu : Kamu gila!

Murid : Kami siuman!

Cikgu : Cukup! Cukup!

Murid : Kurang! Kurang!

Cikgu : Sudah! Sudah!

Murid : Belum! Belum!

Cikgu : Mengapa kamu semua bodoh sangat?

Murid : Sebab saya seorang pandai!

Cikgu : Oh! Melawan!

Murid : Oh! Mengalah!

Cikgu : Kurang ajar!

Murid : Cukup ajar!

Cikgu : Habis aku!

Murid : Kekal kami!

Cikgu : O.K. Pelajaran sudah habis!

Murid : K.O. Pelajaran belum bermula!

Cikgu : Sudah, bodoh!

Murid : Belum, pandai!

Cikgu : Berdiri!

Murid : Duduk!

Cikgu : Saya kata UMNO salah!

Murid : Kami dengar KeADILan betul!

Cikgu : Bangang kamu ni!

Murid : Cerdik kami tu!

Cikgu : Rosak!

Murid : Baik!

Cikgu : Kamu semua ditahan tengah hari ini!

Murid : Dilepaskan tengah malam itu!

Cikgu : (Senyap dan mengambil buku-bukunya keluar.)

Only in Malaysian classrooms!

Start the Wreckage, or Gives You Hell

2009-07-14T17:29:00.000+08:00

Bring it on, then. Come with your best, cos' mine's a big piece of needless burden.

Surreal 72, or Anyone of Us

2009-07-12T20:59:00.000+08:00

Hour 1-2

Was probably playing Kingdom Hearts 358 over 2 days.

Hour 7-15

Was at school. Didn't do anything of much importance. At the end of school I went to see Fanny Tan to tell her I was leaving tonight. She and Chia Bee Tek gave condolences and stuff. Yeah.

Hour 15-17

Went to Funan. While walking across the street (typical jaywalking Malaysian, me) I almost got ran over by a motorcycle, which I thought would never happen. But it almost did. Bought speakers, a new headset and duo adapter for Nick. Ate Mc Donalds at Funan, then went back to the hostel.

Hour 17-18

Arrived back. Started packing and sorting my belongings out. Dad told me to wear long white sleeve shirt and black pants for the funeral, so I packed both of those in. Took a shower and got ready to go.

Hour 18

Went to wait at the bus stop. Suddenly remembered I forgot something, so went back to the room to get the thing. Left my luggage at the security post so I didn't have to drag it all the way back to the room. When I went back to collect him, the security guard started a conversation with me. Asked me how I got into the school. I told him the process, and he started talking about religion. Said he was a free thinker, and he knew a lot about religion. When he went to the some community work in Thailand or something, somebody asked him what race he was. He answered "Human Race". Interesting answer, because we're all the same really, same blood. He said, "I can be any race I want! I represent all the races! I can be Indian, Caucasian, Chinese (he was Chinese)..." Interesting theory.

Hour 18-20

I got onto the MRT on to head to the airport. On the way, the MRT stopped in the middle of a tunnel and uttered the words, "Tiong Bahru. Please mind the platform gap." Some people laughed, and alot of us went "What?" The intercom went of and informed there was a line problem up at Bugis station. Whatevs, right?

It happened again. And again.

I arrived at the airport at 7.50. My flight was at 8.20 at the budget terminal, and that meant I had to get a bus to the budget terminal from Terminal two. I waited for awhile, but the lousy bus didn't come. I called mum, and she advised me to ditch the flight and try and buy the flight at 8.50 from AirAsia. Ran to the Skytrain, and it just left. I had to wait AGAIN and got on. When I went to the Airasia booking counter I waited for AGES, and the line didn't move because some genius with a blackberry was taking his sweet time doing God knows what.

When I finally reached my turn (some nice guy let me go in front), they informed me that they stop selling tickets 45 mins before the flight. I pleaded but they didn't sway. I proceeded to just sit there at the airport in despair. Felt miserable and like crying. I was going to miss my Grandfather's funeral the next morning. Never had I missed a flight before, and this was probably the most important one so far. My granpa's funeral was a t 9.00 in the morning.

After considering many options (Fly to Kl- KK, Fly from SG-KK) I went back to Godma's house, feeling like the most unfortunate guy on earth.

Hour 21-24

After searching ONCE, found a flight from JB to KK at 7.10 in the morning, arrives at 9.30. I would be a little late, but at least I would still be there. Since it was less then 24 hours before the flight, I couldn't book it online, and would have to go directly to JB and purchase it. Godma asked her friend in AirAsia marketing to help her out. She directed Godma to another guy who actually allowed Godma to charge the ticket to her Credit Card, so in the end I WAS allowed to book it online, sorta. Watched Death Note abit then went to sleep.

Hour 27-31

Woke up at 3. Godma's brother said he would send me to JB. Thank God for him. Finally took off my contact lenses (Godma's house had no solution or eyedrops... Sad) when Ling (Godma's niece) brought back eyedrops at 3. Left the house at 3.30. Most of the way it was quite deserted (it WAS early) and passed customs with ease. At Senai airport in JB, waited till the counters were opened. Play KH for awhile until it opened. I was the second to check in but I got row 31 (the last row). *sigh. Waited again till the gate opened and quickly boarded the plane. Never before been so happy to sit in a plane. Then some lousy lady (had a Chinese surname but a Muslim first name) apparently didn't have her luggage because her child didn't come, and I didn't know what was going on, but the flight was delayed for another 15-20 mins. Usually I would be, whatever, but I NEEDED THIS FLIGHT TO HURRY UP AND GO. When the plane took off, I fell asleep on and off the flight, was exhausted.

Hour 33

Touched down in KK. Since was in the last row, my heart sank so low, as I would be one of the last to go through immigrations. THANK GOD they opened the back of the plane, so I managed to make off quickly, passed through immigrations with no one in line, ran to the car (had no check in luggage) and changed in to Funeral clothes.

Hour 33-34

Arrived at Stella Marris. Couldn't see where the family was sitting, so searched for them for awhile while the father was speaking. Saw Evan with kakak, so went to them. Saw mom and sat down to wear my contacts again. I only missed the sermon (which mom asked him to preach for abit longer so I wouldn't miss much. The paying of the last respects came, where everyone when slowly to say their goodbyes to my grandad. Those of us with the cloth pinned to our shirts, that is, relatives, went first. Then everyone else went. We dropped flowers into his coffin. But what saddened me most was that even the maids of all the cousins family's were also weeping and breaking down. That was sad. Then me and the rest of the immediate family went to the coffin as they did the final drilling. We said our final goodbye to our grandfather/father/father-in-law, David Chee. Evan didn't understand what was going on, so when dad asked him to say goodbye to Gpa, he said, 'Buh Bye, Kung Kung." I cried again.

Hour 34- 37

We scooted on over to the Foo Look Siew funeral place, where a large number of our family was buried. Over there everyone's mood lightened up a bit where we just talked about random things for awhile with the cousins. Everyone obviously asked me where I went, how I missed my flight, and I malas wanna go tell them so I'm blogging about it now. They then cemented Kung Kung inside, and we burned our candles for him and took off the cloths pinned to our clothes and placed it for him there in atop the tomb. After that, everyone was about to leave. I stayed behind for awhile and talked to Kung Kung. I told him I made it back, I told him goodbye. I hope he's doing well.

We went for lunch at Wong Kok restaurant, all of us. After that, we went back to Poh Poh's house where we had to wash our face and hands with Pamelo water, then we combed our hair three times. It's some sort of tradition, which mum was watching with disapproval, but hey, it's tradition, right? After some useless banter we left.

Hour 38-42

Went to Asia City for a haircut which was due for awhile. After that went to pick Kim and Kah Mun from from CP (yeah, apparently Kah Mun's back. She was at the funeral, but I didn't recognize her at first, but yeah). Then we went to Wisma Merdeka so I could get my facial done. You can imagine I was so tired that I actually fell asleep in the facial. After that, me and Kimbo went home and got ready because at 7 oclock had to go to Poh Poh's house for the praying for 7 nights for Kung Kung's passing. Tried to get a bit of sleep, but didn't.

Hour 43-46

At the house, the cousins sat at the staircase (I nicknamed us "The Stairway Club"). At they prayed for ages, doing the Hail Mary God knows how many times, and yeah. I just kinda sat there. Then when it finished, we all ate kuih and just talked abit lah. Then I went home to sleep because...

Hour 54-63

Today was Bazaar day at SM All Saints. Went with Kim to school at 6.30, then had breakfast with dad. Aaron Mah saw me first, so there goes big surprise. But hey, in the end I did get my surprise on. I got the glance of confusion look from so many people. Jho hugged me, then we went to the 4A stall, which was opposite the 3A stall. When I got there, they all shouted my name, and Elf hit me cos I pretended I wasn't coming home XD Then I went around saying hi to everyone else, hugged more people, surprised alot of people, spent money, and did minor catching up. Major highlits:

- Convinced Farid to let me throw a pie at his face. Didn't kena, but hey, a bit splashed his face.

- Threw balloons of paint at Luiz

-Played Tap Tap Revenge with my awesome new speakers

- Dad came and brought Evan, some people saw him for the first time

Yeah, then it rained pretty hard, then to the close of the Bazaar the free stuff give away/ insane discount sale went on, but by that time I spent my coupons already. Walked around with Nise abit, then we just went back to the 4A stall to take pics with everyone.

Hour 63-67

Went home with Kim and Kah Mun who had also turned up. While Kimbo did who knows what, me and Kah Mun talked alot. I told her about my predicament in Singapore, and I guess she does understand a tad bit.

Showered and got ready, cos dad was taking us out for dinner.

Hour 67-68

Had dinner at some place where they serve western, but it's like a coffee shop. It's called Archie's, I think? Forgot what that area's called, but I'm definitely going back again. Evan also apparently has his own portable DVD player, because he can't eat without some form of distraction. I know this to be true, because went we went with him to @tmosphere, A. Joyce had to let him watch random videos on her handphone while she fed him porridge.

Hour 68-69

Went to Poh Poh's house again for the prayer thingy. Luckily had Kimbo there, so had someone to talk to.

Hour 69-70

Went to church to surprise everyone at youth. I'm doing this surprising thing a lot. A lot of them were inside for the briefing on their interior mission trip.

Hour 70-71

Went to Damai for supper. Sadly, Eklektos wasn't there this time. They were at Salim or something like that. Yeah. Didn't have that much of a supper, wasn't in a very good mood.

Hour 71-72

Went to bed a bit early. That night I did some serious thinking. I really hated my life in Singapore, that was certain now. It destroyed many things that I worked so hard to establish here in Sabah. Everyone assumes I want to return because of my friends and whatnot, and they always say "They're going to leave in a few years anyway." Hello, I'm not that shallow. And I'd rather spend what's left of my destroyed childhood with them then here.

My 72 hours past were the most weary for me, mentally and physically. I barely got any sleep, and the events that whizzed on by did nothing to help me stay awake.

Now, I'm back here again. But I want to leave so bad.

I don't know what this situation is going to drive me to do. Desperation knows no bounds.

And believe, I'm THIS close to being quite absolutely desperate.

Yeah. Or Memory

2009-07-08T22:25:00.000+08:00

I'm new to this death thing, having being fortunate enough to have all my family members and close people 'intact', so forgive me if I mourn a little. Tell me how to deal with it, though.

Tell me how you would feel if you were miles away from your dead grandfather, David Chee, in a foriegn country in a place you hate. Tell me. Please. Do.

I'm happy, though I got to say my goodbyes. I visited him before I left for this hellhole with my dad, stepmum and my half-bro, Evan (Kim had some appointment, she cancelled what would have been her last moment with her grandfather to do some project in Coffee Bean). My grandparents live next door to my cuzins, so we went to my cuzins house for dinner, and after that I went over to see my grandad.

He was in a fragile condition. He couldn't even cough out his own phlegm, there was a device on the bedside table for that. He looked like a skeleton; His legs were thin an you could see where the skin was sticking to the bones. Two weeks prior to this, we visited and he could remember my name and my birthday. But, this...

So it was planned for me and my sister to play the piano for him, but because we couldn't bring a piano into his room, I played the guitar for him instead. We sang When You Say Nothing At All, which was because my dad new the chorus and because I'm familiar with the chords (Teacher's Day All Saints). We then sang Silent Night as the rain fell gently down outside. Not so Silent, but hey. It's another song I can play.

And knowing it would probably be one of the last times I would ever see my ancient father's father, I said goodbye, truly and properly.

I know his death will not be as publicised as Micheal Jackson's death, and important people will probably not say come to his funeral to say good things about him. But hey. David Chee was a man who survived the Japanese invasion, worked for a priest in the church, helped in errands for the church, went to Labuan, met my Grandmother in a hospital there, and from there my father came into being and eventually me. It's not as impressive as being accused of being a pedophile, or changing your skin colour.

He doesn't need all that to be my grandfather.

Let me weep alone.

This, Hopefully,or Up And Up

2009-07-03T13:43:00.000+08:00

It's Friday and I'm back... In my hostel. My 'School Break' plan, unsuccesful, but still proving something, has set the motion of my future now.

It was Youth Day Celebration today, so we were allowed to wear normal clothes to school, so I wore long black pants, grey shirt and my ACS windcheater. Lucky for me, Daniel and Darwin were at school, and we got free ice-cream, so all in all, an okay day for me. And the prospect of a long weekend (Monday is a holiday in lieu of Youth Day, it's kinda dumb) has me in slightly higher spirits than the rest of my week.

With all humility, I think that the 3.17 guys were happy to see me. Well, some of them anyway, when I saw them today. Jack jumped on me (no kidding) and hugged me, and Sean and John did too. I miss those guys. I miss you guys!

Last night, Mr. Phee was going around collecting fines for those who didn't go down for dinner (Mdm. Grace exempted me. She cares!). We eventually had a long talk about my hiding underneath my table (when I was hiding underneath, he actually walked in front of it and checked something, then he walked away. I was thinking, OHMIGOSH DONT FIND ME PLEASE. He didn't.) and he laughed when I demonstrated how I hid. He then had very interesting advice for me. He advised me to go learn where I could flourish. This is an interesting thought, because he is one of the only people who talked to me who gave me another opinion ( differing from 'STAY STAY STAY'), and I'm not saying this because he supports me or anything. It's because he can see this from an alternate viewpoint.

God bless you, Mr. Phee. You're an awesome teacher and halltutor :)

Let me enjoy me weekend, while I plot on my return. Say hi on MSN or Facebook or whatever to me. AND MUM, CALL ME.

Flight or Fight, or Untitled

2009-07-01T19:20:00.000+08:00

I think it's great sometimes that we can't change what we've done. Sure, sometimes we look back and say, 'I wish I could change that.' But looking back, I know that changing anything will just complicate matters and if you wnat to change something, what would you change? Everything? A little thing? Which detail would you alter? And if you were to decide that you were'nt brave enough, it's awesome that you put you foot forward and you can't turn around again, because the engine has been set in motion.

(Random note, thank you all for commenting on my various posts. I find it so much more meaningful than chat-boxes.)

Once I returned from my month long vacation in my beloved hometown, I... I don't know. I was dissapointed? Maybe because my mum changed my flight (eventhough she doesn't admit it) to a day earlier? Maybe because I had a taste of nostalgia and I didn't have my fill yet? Honestly, honestly, honestly, I dare not confirm on that matter. Because, truly and Honestly, I do not know. I spent my whole Saturday watching Gossip Girls (I mean it, the whole day). I set not one foot outside the room, watching late into the night and finishing the first season on Sunday morning. For want of something better to do, of course. I felt bleak; My future felt bleak, I made plans to run away, plans to escape from my prison, plans to show my mother that for once, I controlled my life. Not her.

I did not. But on Monday night, I decided, this shall be mine. This blueprint shall be propped up into real life where the drafts are the ideas that I had, and the materials the actions I would use to construct my freedom. I didn't attend school on Tuesday, and that day went by uneventfully. Come Wednesday morning, tho, and I had search parties looking for me, in the school, in the boarding school and what not. I'm surprised, actually, I thought that they would have found me sooner, and that they would only realise my absence much later.

To trim the story down to size, I seems I have troubled my teachers, my superiors and even my friends. I take this opportunity, to anyone invovled, to give my deepest apologies. My actions have caused worry and have taken time, and I feel sorry.

However, I am not sorry for what I have done. My plan to get expelled from Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) is, of course, to get expelled, and the bigger the fuss created, the larger the chance of me packing my bags. I feel sorry for causing harm, but not to me, only to everyone else.

Why, you ask? Why choose to quit from one of the best schools in Singapore? Why give up what millions of other boys would give up their lives for? Firstly, I am not one of those million boys. I am the chicken who has been given an emerald. I appreciate it's shine, but to me it is something that I just can't use.

I know that the mentality of the world is to grow up, and get a good education. Once again, I believe that the path tireless work is not for me. People may say I am weak, or that I do not strive for my goals, but I digress. I am not one to 'give up'. I feel that to take the easier route out, though not always the best, has always been comfortable for me. Really, I feel I would do much better outside of school, teaching little children phonics, helping plant trees, writing and reading; These may seem the dreams of an underachiever, but they actually do mean something to the people you aid, unlike multi-millionares who live solely for their lives, job and companies.

I know that my life will never be the same after today, and I know the consequences of my actions. Whether or not I fail or succeed, whether I fight or flee, I appreciate all the friends and teachers I have made and met (respectively) in ACS(I). They, actually, are genuinely worried about me. They think I am upset about my move from IP to Express.

It goes way deeper than that, friends. I am not that shallow.

Nigel's Eleven, or Up Against (Blackout)

2009-06-22T22:22:00.000+08:00

It's not fair to say I've ALWAYS wondered, but I just thought about it today. Wouldn't it be nice to have 11 trained (Okay, in this case not trained. YET.), highly skilled, multi-purposed teenagers under your payroll to pull off dangerous jobs such as harassing nerds to do your homework, recon on your enemy in school, or spy on the IT couple of the year? Or any kind of dirty work you have for them? Of course it would (if you payed them in chocolates or food or something).

So anyway, here's my list of 11 people I would employ as my special team for world domination, grand theft scholastic and general mayhem causing.

(If you're not in this list, I'm sorry but you should cause trouble more or something.)

1. Jonathan Lim (aka Jonny Boy)
Jon's able to carry on conversations he knows nothing about is invaluable to distract anyone, and add the fact that he can talk to absolutely anybody at all and another of my agents can steal the necklace from around the distracted one's neck. Jonny here has travelled widely, more than alot of people I know, so his general knowledge is like, woah. Asides from his musical ability, Jonny here is able to sit on his fone and spoil it, so if there are any locked doors, well, who needs keys when you can have Agent Jonny Boy to ram it down?

2. Gabrielle Leong (aka Gabby)
One of the only reasons I chose Gabby is because she can pose as "Asian Tourist" anywhere, anytime, anyplace (which is the same as anywhere). She speaks English, Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hakka, Korean and Japanese, and has widely traveled across Asia. I can just pair her up with another agent, let her look pretty and she's all set. She also has real records about her medical past, which she can prove for some sympathy or whatever. Agent Gabby here is invaluable.

3. Adren Choon (aka Baby Choon)
This little schemer may look like the most innocent guy in the world, but that's where it stops. This mastermind is one of the most evil people I know, and trust me, I know plenty. His height gives him another huge advantage. By playing 'lost boy', he could deceive people into putting him into their circle of trust, and bam. Next thing you know, Agent Jonny Boy's got them tied up in the stairwell. Adren's ability to think on his feet and give sharp, witty answers make him an invaluable asset to the team.

4. Maya (aka Maya)
Need someone to shoot cold words to chill the bone? Need someone to argue with over nothing at all? Need someone to scheme with you over how to steal candy from a baby? Need someone to speak in public for prolonged periods? Call me, or call Agent Maya. Apart from her insane communication skills, Maya is one of the most well-read persons I know, having read the classics, and also the not-so-classics. Being well read is important in impressing people, and when people are impressed, they are also distracted. A distracted person is a gullible person.

5. Darren Koh (aka Nut 3)

(I couldn't find a solo photo of Darren. Sorry mate.)

The only reason I need Darren is that I can't think of anyone else willing to work with me who runs faster, jumps higher, and craps longer. Darren will probably be my hitman, hitting people, running away, and laughing insanely all the while. Agent Nut 3 here is able to cause huge distractions, and (for some odd reason) is able to make little kids fall in love with him. Apart from that, Agent Nut 3 has a likeable aura that, well, make people like him. I love using people to deceive people.

6. Adam Chin (aka Nut 5)
Apart from being leader of the Nuts (of which I and Agent Nut 3 are members), Adam looks good in sunglasses, is able to go insane and can hold conversations for as long, or possibly longer than Maya can. From his invaluable speaking skills, he's probably just another equivalent of Maya, except, of course, crazier, and has more conspiracy theories than most anyone I know.

7. Joshua Ronald (aka JR)
Joshua here will be used for seducing girls, and even he protests, he will flirt with them for a time sufficient enough for Agent Nut 3 to run in to the girl's house, use her toilet, steal her money, grab a snack from the fridge and dash back out. Apart from his flirtatious nature, Agent JR can play a mean guitar (again used in woo-wing the girls) and is handy with a discus, which he can chuck quite a distance. He's also someone I can trust, so I'll probably get him to do my personal errands or something. Haha.

8. Abigail Moh (aka 4th Octave Girl)
I had a time thinking, "Who would look cute enough, but has enough of a brain to do something other than sit there, and also has an outrageous temper (Joking. Well, not really) ?" Agent Octave here was perfect for the job. Apart for her unique ability to irritate the *&^% out of most people by simply talking to them, her voice may also have the odd effect of holding people in a prison of wonderment: "How can anybody speak in such a high pitch?" And while they stare or laugh, I make off with their jewelry, hand phones and tacos.

9. Chong Chih Heng (aka Cypher)
Chong here's gonna be my techno- savvy guy, ready to plant bombs, hearing devices or trees at a moment's notice. He is a master at disguise (observe picture), perfect for recon, nimble, and he has always wanted to be an assasin ( at some point). I'll just give him a gun, point him in the right direction and he'll sneak around like nobody's business. He's also another schemer, ready to contribute ideas on how best to blow up the science lab. Agent Cypher here trusts no one, loves no one and has no one. (lonely kid)

10. Hannah (aka Blondie)
Look, I know what you're thinking, but the only reason I put Hannah in this list is because I can probably convince her to work for nothing, and all I need her to do is stand there and act pretty as guys swarm over her to talk. I don't know WHY this happens, but it does, so I can just pair Agent Blondie here with, I don't know, practically anyone, and she can just stand there and look pretty, but hopefully she doesn't say anything, or else my entire career may be jeopardized.

11. Me (aka SUPER ULTRA COOL MASTER LORD)
Ok, the name may be an exaggeration, but the thing is, I wouldn't stand for myself to sit back and watch my team have all the fun. I would be out there, sipping coffee but keeping my gun loaded and my earpiece on just in case something gets out of hand. You want something done right... Do it yourself.

So there, my team of 11, ready to take on anything (except adults).

P.S. All of these photos were taken from Facebook, except JR's one.

Wouldn't It Be Great To have Pokemon?, or Our Lives

2009-06-21T23:08:00.000+08:00

Ok, before you roll your eyes, let me assure you that my reason to blog about this is valid (I just watched a Pokemon movie).

Notice= Some things may only be understood by Pokefreaks.

Now, what if we had Pokemon all around us? What if we lived in a world surrounded by Pokemon?
Here are some things that would change the way we live...

1. There would be more job opportunities.
~ I mean, think about it. We would need more people to teach about Pokemon, and how to take care of them, and even to treat them if they get ill. I mean, a Chansey can't do it all. So there would be no jobs for everyone.

2. School would be different.
~ If you think about it (again), who needs to learn about anything else other than Pokemon? Bio would be about Pokemon, maths would be almost useless, you would have to study language I guess, but apart from that we would just be learning about how awesome a Charizard is and how beautiful a Gardevior can be. No Moral! NO Sejarah!

3. If you don't go out on a random adventure you are considered lame.
~ Look at Ash. I bet he doesn't even have a driving license (I doubt he even hit puberty) and he's like walking over the world catching Pokemon. So like we wouldn't need to drive or take ships or airplanes or anything, because our Pokemon would do that for us. By mom, give me some running shoes and I'll go find a bicycle somewhere (Mother's will also be extremely supportive and gush about how their big boy/girl has all grown up).

4. We wouldn't worry about being bullied.
~ Then again, if the bully's Pokemon is stronger than yours... Never mind.

5. The earth wouldn't be so polluted.
~ Instead on relying so much on machines, we would get Pokemon to work for us! And for energy, we can just ask Magnemite to make it for us! Genius!

6. We would be rich!
~ You win about a 1000 Poke wateva depending on who you fight. Then again, you might lose... Never mind.

7. Life would just be a mess.
~According to some made-up rule, you cannot avoid a trainer battle. So if someone spots you holding a Pokeball, they would come up to you for a fight. THEN someone else would, and etcetera. So you might spend your whole day just battling other trainers. Hmm.

8. We wouldn't have to play Pokemon on our NDSLs.
~ I wish I had a real Pokemon... What would I really like for a Pokemon? If I could have just one, I would pick a Ditto, so I could have it transform into any Pokemon I want :D

So there you have it. This is the confession of a Pokefreak. Don't you wish you had a Pokemon???