The Sacred ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inane Epicness I found epic history. Jian Hong's adaptation of Toybox's Tarzan & Jane, feat. Ian. Enjoy. (Here's the music for those who can't remember. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0aXY2pM2sA ) O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! My name is ian lee, I can pull high gee(G), Chorus: Ian lee is hunky O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! When you touch me, I feel funny, Chorus: Ian lee is hunky, O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! That terror, hes a horror! Fly along ian! That terror, hes a horror! When I’m with you I feel happy, Chorus: Ian lee is hunky O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! That terror, hes a horror! O yoi yo yoi yo yoi yeah! And so they got funky, but will Ian have Janet, stay tuned…
3:25 a.m. - 2008-03-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After a really long time... You know...sometimes I really hate myself for saying things will never happen. Cuz when they do happen, I have to take back what I said. Or when they look like they can happen, then its even worse, cuz I can't officially take it back, nor can I say it's not true. 9:57 p.m. - 2007-07-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chung Cheung Chinese Bastard. Some of the J1s are quite annoying seriously. Namely some faggot that is desperate to take KI and impress the J2s who are taking KI of his vast pool of knowledge. I don't even know the shithead...what was his name again...uh, I forget. Well, nobody really gives a crap, hahahaha. So the story goes something like this. We (the J2s) were in the library after KI lesson and Rosel was making fun of Ann and I for the gigabazillionth time when the faggot (refered to as Fag from now on) walked in. "Who doesn't believe in love?" he said. Rosel pointed at us (Ann and I) and he went into a long tirade on how love has been scientifically proven to be created by the secretion of endomorp...you know what, nevermind. It's biology and I don't give a crap. Then he sat next to Shawn and I thought he was Shawn's friend. That is, until Shawn asked me, "Samuel, nothing to say? Nothing to say ah Sam?". Well, I couldn't turn down such a delightful chance to kick Fag where the sun don't shine (mentally). So his tirade ended with 3 words. "What is science?" Well, at least that shut him up, not us though, we were laughing. Right, the problem. One, I don't know you, don't insinuate any relationship between Ann and I. Two, you're a fag. Three, I don't like your face. Four, I don't like your attitude. Five, you're a fag. Six, you're still a fag. Seven, you're a kid and finally, I'm a bully...so sue me. Fag. 12:19 p.m. - 2007-01-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Christmas! Among other things. Santa had a sidekick but no longer. Why? Christmas has come. It reminds me of two things every year. One, holidays are ending. Two, I haven't done my homework. I hate christmas because of this. Someone should change the school vacation dates. Summer holidays, Winter break, Spring break and the like. What do we have here in Singapore instead? Half-assed week holiday, psuedo-summer holidays (It ain't even a holiday), Half-assed week holiday version 2 (which is the same as version 1 except with more work and less holiday) and Semi-Holiday (Since if you have national exams, TOO BAD. No holidays for you.) Amazing how people find life, beauty, spirit and joy in working their asses off. Fine if you enjoy it, but once again, amazing how society tells you what you should do and what you should not. WHO the HELL is society? I don't even know 1% of you retards. I understand that there is input (work) to get output (rewards) BUT the crux is that society decides for me that I must have a particular input (study) to get a decided output (money). I don't FORCE you to do what the hell I want you to do so get off my case. Go rob a bank, kill someone I don't really care. It's your choice, your decision, your responsibility and you jolly well follow it all through till the end. Similarly, it's my choice, my decision, my responsibility and I will follow it through till the end. Advice is one thing, this is a totally different thing. And seriously, I am tired of people telling me that you must have a goal, that there's a point to everything. No, there is no point to anything. The point of doing something is to get to another thing and so on and so forth. It ends up either back where it started or it ends up at a point where it just hangs there, delusionary, without truth, without certainty and part of your imagination. Life is a journey, just walk around, experience as many things as you can at any one point in your life. There's no point to a holiday, similarly, there's no point to life. You can search all you want, spend years lying to yourself of your "meaning of life". Note that it's YOUR meaning, meaning, you made it up. Life is not what you want it to be. Life is simple. Life is just life. It is here, it is so. You are here, you are so. Therefore, there is no point. You just have to accept that you are here and enjoy it to the maximum. If you don't enjoy duking it out with others to be the top, then don't. If you want to die, do so. If you want to live, do so. It is such a simple concept and such a simple approach to life that leaves one responsible for all he has done. Something bad happens, people blame others. Yet it is never the fault of one person or one incident, two or more are involved. And usually, the victim has a part to play as well. Finally, if there is a point to life. Only God knows. If he doesn't want to tell us, then he too has to take responsibility for people who come up with their own ideas. (Which I am sure he already does) Ultimately, if there is a God, then whatever the hell you do is already decided, so no worries. If there is no God, what you do is what you wanted to do and ready to take responsibility for, so no worries either. Don't mind the heretic ideas in here. I'm just trying to find a delicate balance to answer the question "what is the meaning of life" that works for everyone. Everything complex, like this world, like life, has a foundation. A single law/rule/building block where everything rests on, the core/pillar/foundation of the complexity. The quest I've ruled out for myself is to find that core/pillar/foundation. And no, school isn't going to help me. What will help me is the knowledge I gain from doing as many things as possible. 2:18 a.m. - 2006-12-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No lifer I have no life. I've been playing WoW like a dog for the entire holidays. Ok I'm going to start to take a break and take it easy now. I've done nothing the entire holidays...Sad. And thanks to my latest lifestyle, I'm going into retrofitting. AKA becoming a cynical old man that barks at everyone who passes by him. Not a very nice thing. Trust me on that. Oh and Wei Jie is back from Aussieland. And he wants to meet Shane. So if you see this Shane, you know what to do; contact him. Not forgetting Kyle as well. And don't ask me why he wants to meet you. I don't really know. He has some...pretty novel gifts...as usual...hope you like them. 4:00 a.m. - 2006-12-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The heavens are bored... Met up with Kyle and Shane on Saturday. So I went to Kyle's house only to realise that he was waiting for me at the MRT...when he didn't tell me I was supposed to meet there. So I walked all the way back to the MRT, Krist was there but she left soon after. So we had planned to go for sushi...except that Shane suggested we eat what Krist made for Kyle, bacon and egg sandwich. Which was good by the way, thanks Krist. We played games and did the usual stuff we do, watch videos etc etc...and then Shane had to go. I stayed a while to see what Final Fantasy 11 looked like and then went back. So today I met up with Ann for lunch to return her umbrella. Finally got rid of that umbrella...or so I thought. After lunch, it rained again. What luck... So in the end, after some rather forceful actions (I.e. Thrusting the umbrella in my face and insulting me), I took the umbrella...AGAIN. So that I could get back and so that she would shut up. What the hell kind of bad weather is this shit? Looked fine this morning. So today was one wasted trip out of the house and I have to find another day to return the umbrella to her. Great. Sigh...not funny anymore... On a lighter note, I'll hit level 60 in WoW by tonight!! At long last, the coveted "Highest level"! But I am going to sleep now cuz rainy days are the best for sleeping...and also because it's December (Winter) and so my body is on "Hiberate" mode during this season. 3:36 p.m. - 2006-11-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Webbing of a Wedding And so it is proclaimed that what God has brought together, man shall not bring apart. --Or so said the priest during Mr Leong's wedding. So the wedding was...normal, except for the part where Mr Leong suddenly sang to his wife. Really unexpected and he didn't sound half-bad. Jian Hong was really giggly like a fangirl seeing their idols. My God, he could not calm down. And according to him I was too relaxed, a stoner. It's a wedding I'm supposed to be happy. Bla bla bla... Yeah, whatever dude, I'm happy. Not giggly. Someday I know he wishes to be where Mr Leong is standing. Well that's all fine and dandy but I don't share the same vision/dream. In fact I was fighting an urge to tell him "Mr Leong, welcome to where men have gone but have never returned. Welcome to Hell." Besides, I wasn't the only one that was not giggly. Vignesh was pretty stoner and so was Ann, who hit me because I didn't hold her hand for some catholic prayer thing. (Not sure myself but who the hell wants to hold her hand?) Yeah anyway the SBS site is rubbish. The bus number is correct but the time was wrong. I took 48, expecting it to be a 15min ride, as it said on the website. But it ended up being a 30min ride. To which we were almost late and had to run, which led me to incur the wrath of Ann. (Cuz she looks retarded when running...no when doing anything actually.) And I blame it on the website. It lied to me. So after the wedding Vig, JH, James, Ian, Bern, Ann and I went out for lunch. Went to cineleisure...ate Burger King... Damn straight, all the way there for burger king. Then we went home. On the bus back it started to rain, which was kinda crappy but by the time Ann and I reached the bus stop near our houses it stopped raining so I decided to do what I usually do and walk back with her...bad mistake. So we were walking and I was insulting her as always and then it started to rain cats and dogs. So we started to run...lol, pretty funny. And when we reached her house she lent me an umbrella...to which I was supposed to return today. But I woke up late and she had to go out or something. So I have to go return it tomorrow. Damn. Waste my time. Bloody rain. God must either be very bored or he is having alot of fun laughing his guts out...like probably 3/4 of you guys reading this. I've also noticed a close to 120% increase in the number of Sam & Ann comments/jokes after the wedding. Piss off you fags, wake up from lala-land. "When are you both going to stand there?" How about NEVER IN A ZILLION GIGABILLION TERRATRILLION years? Asshats. Keep dreaming dudes/dudettes, it ain't gonna be a reality. And to Jian Hong, the kid who crafted the infamous "Let nature take it's course, it is destiny" regarding myself and Ann, you watch too much TV. Nature has gotta be half-blind and completely retarded/insane to take it's course. Damn, ain't it already? 3:02 a.m. - 2006-11-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- O RLY? "Oh my God you're becoming like a cynical old man that sits outside his house barking at people who walk by. Like a crazy dog! *Points finger and smiles with glee* Hahahahaha!" Am I really? Shit. Ahh, well you're not much better off with your long tirades and stuff old hag. Mr Leong, my Econs teacher, invited our class to his wedding. Next Wednesday. For what? Oh shit, I really am becoming an old man. PFFT...ah well whatever, I live my own life. Yeah well anyway I have to go cuz I'm the econs rep. My history teacher, Benjamin Tan, is playing WoW (World of Warcraft) with us! HAHAHA, who would have thought? It's pretty damn cool to have a teacher play the same game with you. Role reversal. The teacher becomes the student and vice versa. Pretty damn cool indeed. Eh...Kyle/Shane, when is the gathering? I miss the old days man. I want to steal Shane's sushi and bug him to death...I'm bored. I need to irritate someone. Ann doesn't count, she's retarded and she irritates me when I try to irritate her. Which reminds me of Justin Thong, or more fondly remembered as "Poker Face". Damn. Good ol' days. Now there's someone you can irritate without worrying about anything. A truly cool guy. 2:36 a.m. - 2006-11-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Holidays; reflection on 2006 HOLIDAYS!! WHOO! I could not be any happier. Finally a chance to stop all that mad rushing of work work work work. I feel like the bleeding orc peon from Warcraft III; "Work, work". Come to CJC. It sucks so bad I want to spread the plague around. Of course there are those who disagree cuz their previous school was worse but St Pats was great. So CJ pales in comparison. If I had a course to take in poly, I'll fly right over. Alas, I do not so I'm stuck in this rut for the next year. Man, life's changed a whole lot...tons of shit has happened over this seemingly infinite year, which I am glad it proves to be finite. Is the change for better or for worse? Well, I don't care honestly...for better or worse it has happened so I gotta deal with it anyhow, why waste time evaluating if it's better or worse? A few events I expected to occur over the new year in JC, a few others I did not. Like the increased workload for example. And of course, the much debated and the general theme of most canteen chat involving certain females, classroom politics. (Yes, I hate it. Yet it sticks to me like a parasite.) I like the canteen table when we talk about other more interesting and less pointless stuff. Like gaming, jokes and stuff. Otherwise, it gets...awkward. And Mr. Pang has been tirelessly explaining the concept of how girls like to just complain but expect no solution from you. I understand that they are just saying it but it makes things awkward so sometimes, remember, silence is golden...rare and valuable. Yeah, I get the gist, but sorry sir, I still don't get what you are talking about. Now what I didn't expect. What I didn't expect is to get promoted. I started to study the week before...an improvement right? Nah, here's the catch. I studied for one day the week before, then I gave up and went back to the "day-before-exam" studying. Abit sad yes, but alas...by God's intervention I scraped through again. I owe him like about a million favours already. Now...for what I REALLY REALLY didn't expect and NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF. For someone to beat our dear ol' RORadio, Kok Wei Jie, at talking. Kok Wei Jie's record; 3 hours non-stop. Enter Ann Marie Chua...FIVE FREAKING HOURS NON-STOP. FIVE. 5. The number of fingers you have on one hand. 5. FIVE HOURS. Do I look like a microphone? Why do people keep on talking and talking to me? That's 1/4 of my day wasted man. Liek ZOMG F!V3 H0Ur5!! And another thing I never expected...was that teachers gossip like old ladies at the market. Mr Kwan, my KI teacher, just came up to me one day and said "I heard you're very outspoken ah you" You Heard? Right. Ok. What could I do but smile? Then he walked away and I was left confused as to the point of that statement. And dear ol' Mr. Pang told some teachers that I said "F--- you" to the RJC people in Cambridge. They pretty damned well deserved more. They were snobs. They looked at the CJC rocket (Which was the first to take flight btw) and said "Ahh, simplicity." I was so close to socking them in the face. Prats. If I had a weapon of sorts you'd see me in the London prison now...or the asylum. Say it like it is man, drop the shitty act. Though in this case, F--- you means F--- you @#$@%@@%#@&*$@%^#@%#@&$*&^%!!!!!!!!!!! Ahh, and I will never forget that expression on Brother Paul's face. He came up to me before I left for cambridge and asked me "How are you feeling?" I wasn't actually feeling anything so I said "Indifferent" And he stared at me in shock/horror, or maybe both. I don't know, maybe he was expecting an "Excited", "looking forward to it", "Nervous", etc. etc. But I sure as hell wasn't feeling anything. So "Indifferent" sums it up pretty much. I think I made it on to his "Must watch list" for "trying to be funny" but I wasn't. Ahh, teachers, they always think you're trying to be funny when you're not. They have inverted senses of humor. So life's been interesting to say the least, with it's fair share of unexpected ups and downs. I hope next year there are more ups than downs... 3:07 a.m. - 2006-11-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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