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Before i left for Malaysia for the weekends, i just wana state tat...
i had a really enjoyable 21st birthday. photos later. please wait. now, bye!
I wana to blog on my recent thens and thens, but i just duno where to start. There's just so much things goin on recently. From WeekendsClubbin, Gettin Tipsy, BarChorMees, Pre-Birthday Celebrations, Suppers with the Organisation, Mahjongs, Dinners with Post-Srsians, Ktvs, right to Explorin the RoadBends. Tell me please, where can I start? Therefore, to save me from the trouble of writin a whole chunk of bimbotic entry, and to save yourself from the pain of readin a totally irrelavant blog. Here's it...
Say, dont I just love all the people around me? My crews, my polymates, my partner-in-crime, my girls, my organsation, my clubbin khakis, and the "old-skool" friends. Yea, I do. For You guys make my life completed. Loved. And much much much more endearin. Completely appreciative of you. All of you.
qian's latest addiction.
i never know this girl of mine can draw so well.
wahahaa.
Ask me. Presenting....
Wat is special around here?
It has.
my rants.
my thoughts.
my links.
my memories.
and my photos.
And the latest pictorials of the recaps.
finally. a photo. after 8years.
glamour. unfolds.
this is when they says, friends forever.
the new member of club 21. and the yet to be members.
In additional.
It does not owe anymore debts.The long overdue Genting Trip pictures
the start. with. my drunken look. 
this is how long the cable car queue is. 
the heirarchy level of the gamblers.
300miles. just for a kfc.
or. better still. sam-can-eat-kenny-roger. how great.
the sacred room number.
the roomates.
the view from the hotel room.
this is called. fresh air. FRESH.
fallen angels. and.got stuck on a highland.
or rather. fallen spiders. i should say.
ahem. now off we goooooo.
call me a kid. once again.
off. on a silly ride. to space.
catch in the act. the rendezvous.
come on. hitch my ride. if you care.
be dangled. danglin. on a string.
now at attention! to me. the photographer.
well. call me vulerable. no more.
club highly. in a HIGHland.
after a day of fun. we needa a night of food.
the hotel lobby. with the thai-eaters.
the tough fight. now u know y.
an elephant is afraid of a mouse.
ahem. facts are not always right huh.
this is wat you get. when you lose big two.
have a darlie facial.
get to kiss the touchable wall.
be mummified.
get lectures on iso14000. save the environment.
Right.
More. in my photo album.
and.
I should have said it earlier.
Gimme a Hug. And says, Everythin gonna be alright.
Right. Wellz. Hi. and. I think I should write somethin. Here. Somethin regardin wat's happenin in my life recently. Somethin which is extraordinary. But extraordinary things? Cant think of any right now. In fact. My entire mind had been completely blank since i've woken up this afternoon. So pls kindly, forgive me for this "non-thought provokin-random-thoughts" but bimbotic entry of mine.
Maybe instead. Just for the sake of bloggin. I should write the non-practical things i've been up to recently. In the past few days. The Non-practical, non-extraordinary, non-sense things.
Like?:
How I had a wild night out with my girlies in Devils Bar on the Saturday? How I had gotten so drunk, yet managed to board the mornin bus to Gentin while havin a serious hangover? How I've looked so damn drunkenly ugly? How I locked myself in the toilet for a homogonous time? How I had no energy to even walk. Tat my guyfriends needa carry down the flight of stairs in Devils Bar? How I did a slight bartop and poledance then? How nonsensely am I throughout the whole trip home, tat Kelvin needa stop in the middle of the road, cause I kept screamin tat I needa throw up the bitter alcohol? How I managed to frighten everyone to their wits tat night? Or how they had now witnessed somethin new, after all the countless times they clubbed with me?
Or maybe. How Mr Kelvin basically pulled me to Golden Mile, straight after pickin me up in my drunken state? How I made the course ppl worried about me at the Custom, for, they are concerned that, my drunken state made me looked so much like a drug addict. How I managed to pass the checkpoint? And was knocked out the whole trip to the foot of Genting Highlands? How disappointing the ThemePark is, with the main attraction of the SpaceShot Plunge closed? How we punished each other with disgustin "own-made mocktails" while havin our Thai Buffet? How I cant get into the casino, when almost all the group had sneaked in? How we came up with silly forfeits for the main loser. While playin Big Two? How many times we sat on the RollerCoaster, just to perfect our pictures? How we scare ourselves and others in the Haunted House? How we got most of our expenses discounted? How we "Bumper" each other on the Bumper Cars, re-queuing one too many times? And How we still managed to go clubbin while in Genting?
Watever it is. I had fun. So so so much fun. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself in these past few days. It may be jsut a simple, insignificant, nearby Genting Trip with the coursemates, or the completely wickedly wild "you-looked-so-fuckinly-ugly-tat-you-really-deserved-a-great-scoldin" nightout. It's the getaway short moment I had, that I'm seriously talkin about. The short getaway from everythin. Away from this humid air here. Away from the People around me. Away from cruel reality. Away from things which I dun wana think about. Aint I playin escapism then. Well, it aint a bad thing afterall. Playin escapism is somethin I liked. Being MIA from everythin aint a bad thing. It might be just merely simplely "enjoyin-the-wakin-up-to-fresh-air" moment, or "enjoyin-the-polluted-air-with-rymthic-tunes". Either ways, Sometimes. I wished I could. Just. Heck about everythin. I just wana be a kid. Have fun. And never grow up. Speaking about more responsibilities. More freedom. Gettin older. These were the times. The only times. When I could say, Fuck you. And be care-less about everythin else. For that particular moment.
Now. Regardin that Saturday. Seriously, I've forgotten how many cups of Vodka Blackcurrant I had cheers with the people around me. How many cups of Martell mixture I had been offered. How many times I had lost in that Five-Ten game. But only one thing I Remembered. I must have caused so much unnecessary anxiety. Tat I needa make countless of apologies for the trouble, explanations tat I’m not out of love or watever, and thanks for their attention on Saturday. The minute I came back to the boundary of Singapore. The minute. I knew i cant afford to be care-less any longer.
Aint people strange. Remember when you're about 13years old, or 15years old. There were countless of times you sincerely wished you were much older. At least of a legal age, where people would treat you differently. Would start to listen to ur smooth-talkin way of stating the rights, instead of being stereotyped as the stage of rebel in watever you do/say. Aint people strange. Remember there are countless of time when you wished you have more freedom to control you life, and not be manipulated in watever you do. At least the so-called adults trusted that you could jolly well handle your life, and take watever comes in your way in your own strides. Wellz, i used to have that thinking in the past. I wana grow up. So much.
But however, Now. The approachin-Freedom-21st-me-in-just-less-than-20-days is dreadin it. I knew wat they would write on the Birthday cards. Things like, more responsibilities would come in, as now you are an adult; Reality is jsut somethin you needa face, hard and smart; and so on. I knew because i've written it before. It may be just another day. Just a annually event. But it's another chapter of a new beginning. It would bring you to higher heights of life. Then, I would be given more rights. I would get my ERS, get to vote, get to nominate, get to have a legal say, and all. With all these privileges, wat awaits me now? Seriously, i have an absolute clue. A definite answer. Merely talkin about what you intend to do is a complete different thing, tat's wat i feel. Cause in the end, Singaporeans would just be succumbed into the Singapore way of life. Be-educated-Work-for-a-family-Work-to-support-the-family-Work-to-ensure-you-still-can-have-a-family. In short. Work to be buried. Regardless how high-earnin the job is. The bottom line. You have a whole life to be workin for. So, why are some people still anxiously. Needin a part-time job? Workin their Asses off? Hmmm. Irony huh. This is Life. Sad to say.
BZE's Dinner&Dance 2005.
Meetup with the choosen family.
Condemn. Is defined as. To pronounce judgment against. To express strong disapproval of.
Ping says. It's too strong a word. Nan says. He believes wat he sees. They say. Everyone was shootin at them, with words that inflicted hurt. I said silently. I regretted.
I started to ask myself. Am I really contented. Throughout the 3years of Poly life. Sadly No. Wat did i really gained in return. A dip, plus tons of "i-shouldnt" feelings. There are remorseful feelings towards those involved. There are things that I cant forget. There are scenes, which I started to visualize the whole incident. There are surprises behind the whole truth. There are moments I wished I had a better way of handling things. There are times where I felt all these shouldnt be happenin, if I would just not be so self-opinionated. There are many times, things would have been much better. I guess.
They say, It's ok, just let it be, it's in the past, you've changed. Yes, I've learned. The hard way. I started to change, to be accepted, for the better. But however, many a times, I doubt things just aint wat we sees. The surface friendliness is just for an act. Still, the distant me, cant really comprehend wat's are they really thinkin about.
But still. I'm just grateful. For I've found. People like Ping and Nan, who stood by me. All these while.
After much complaints and grumbling.
I've finally reached a new stage. A higher level.
Whereby. I no longer needa steal Nan's songlink. No more. No more.
(*evil laughter.)
Btw. I realised.
Too much of TongHua would make ones emotionally unstable.
At least it goes for me.
Flashes of the mtv come into my mind when the song is playin.
Provokes my thoughts. Disrupts the peaceful feel.
Overwhelmin it with the sadness.
And finally. Leavin me an unbalanced feel. Of an unknown cause.
But then again. Watever the outcome.
It's hell of an addictive song.
P.S: The song spinnin, is from the courtesy by Gene.
oh. look! I just had my personal narcissistic blog. haa. thank you. thank you.
Back from Chalet. Gosh.
Wat more can i say.
There may be some misunderstandings,
some black faces here and there,
some weird moments,
some "frightening" seconds.
But on top of that, there are endearing fun,
nightout suppers,
stomachachin pratas,
endless talks,
money-winning gamblin sessions,
get-together dinners,
swimmin in improper attire,
unexpected outcome visit to OCH,
free bbqs food,
and the main thing, buildin up the friendship.
Thank you peeps.
For all the hard work.
To make it a success.
I love u guys!Introducing the E068 Goons:
(not in pic: ping, jamus, winson, hubai.)
(not in chalet: kel, ian, shan, leni, viva, suzi)Activities in the chalet (click for larger images):
The "dai dee" slot.
Blackjack time.
Mahjong sessions.
Ktvin with style.
Limited Edition Xboxin
Class Dinner. Round 1 and 2.
BBQin at Aloha.
And plainly monkeyin around.
btw.
my dear girl is back from china.
and guess wat she bought for me?
haha. my malboro red from tianjin.
aint it so pretty. hrhurhur.
