Just love the colour

This what I feel.

This is what I should be feeling.

Meet Harry

Bunn Niao Xian Fei

Bunn Niao Xian Fei:: Stupid Birds has to Fly first to keep up.

This was the first Chinese Idiom I read after I recieved my horrible O level results. This in fact,has been my inspiration for my buffalo-like working attitude this entire year. Ironically, despite my efforts to compensate my natural-born stupidity, my sweat and toils have morphed back into the very thing I tried to run away from. Yes. I screwed up my promos. Another major exam gone down the drain.
Watching with eyes wide open, how my papers flowed away made me realise something. A revelation, a snap of reality, a stroke of realisation:
I have always known that I am stupid (hence the stupid bird), however, I never expected myself to be THIS stupid. It was so insulting of me to even refer myself to the high-flying birds. At least they were flying in the correct direction.
Perhaps in retrospect, I'm a fucking buffallo (^_^). Yes, a stupid ... cow like what my geography teacher called me. A freaking animal which stupidly moves eternally around in circles. While other people open the lecture notes the week before the exams and take a few steps forward, I have been encircling my notes for 2 months with an eventual zero displacment.
Oh man... the more I think of it the more foolish I notice myself to be. I can slap myself silly for all the dumb mistakes I made in my exam frantic thrashing. All my hopes, my dreams, and aspirations, all dashed away in an instant display of stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid bakar bakar idiot idiot idiot idiot.
I actually broke down on Friday after reaching home. I tell myself that its alright, its okay. You reap what you sow.... Bullshit! * This is BULLSHIT! Believe this advice, straight from the buffallo's mouth.

Pedro the Buffalo, Signing off
Until the stupid birds are caught up

Memento Barker Road Postcard Collection.

Saturday AC- Open House. Hmm.. I'm so short ...well nothing but to please her fantasy. =D

Promos Results: Another year wasted away

All your GP are belong to us

Leave no man behind

Tell me

I churn and turn at the every sight of you.
My word from black and white, to Green And Blue.
I tell myself that we are competitors and friends.
But bits of me just ignore it and loosen the ends.


We are friends, but I am starting to loose hold of my senses. If that isn't bad enough; The promotionals will be out tomorrow. I feel emptied and bowelled out. I just KNOW that the scene I experienced inside the Barker Hall during O levels will repeat itself... I just know it. On a lighter note, I did a stand-in council OGL interview today. hmmm.... swanky....


I shake and flake at the at thought of it.
Like a spartan spear through a persian shield,
I feel cracked, penetrated, peirced upon the hit.
Tell me... tell me ... tell me... what should I do?

Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws

:: From The Nightmare Before Christmas -- Danny Elfman::

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws

[LOCK]
I wanna do it

[BARREL]
Let's draw straws

[SHOCK]
Jack said we should work togetherThree of a kind

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Birds of a featherNow and forever
WheeeeLa, la, la, la, la
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights

[SHOCK]
First, we're going to set some bait
Inside a nasty trap and wait
When he comes a-sniffing we will
Snap the trap and close the gate

[LOCK]
Wait! I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years
Then see if he talks

[SHOCK]
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll be so pleased, I do declare
That he will cook him rare

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Wheeee!

[LOCK]
I say that we take a cannon
Aim it at his door and then
Knock three times and when he anwers
Sandy Claws will be no more

[SHOCK]
You're so stupid, think now
If we blow him up into smithereens
We may lose some pieces
And the Jack will beat us black and green

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Kidnap the Sandy ClawsTie him in a bag
Throw him in the ocean
Then see if he is sad

[LOCK & SHOCK]
Because Mr. Oogie Boogie is the meanest guy around
If I were on his Boogie list, I'd get out of town

[BARREL]
He'll be so pleased by our success
That he'll reward us too, I bet

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Perhaps he'll make his special brewOf snake and spider stew
Ummm!
We're his little henchmen
And we take our job with pride
We do our best to please him
And stay on his good side

[SHOCK]
I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb

[BARREL]
I'm not the dumb one
[LOCK]
You're no fun
[SHOCK]
Shut up!
[LOCK]
Make me

[SHOCK]
I've got something, listen now
This one is real good, you'll see
We'll send a present to his door
Upon there'll be a note to read
Now, in the box we'll wait and hide

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Until his curiousity
Entices him to look inside
And then we'll have himOne, two, three

[LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL]
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, beat him with a stick
Lock him for ninety years, see what makes him tick
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits
Mr. Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, see what we will see
Lock him in a cage and then throw away the key




I'm getting nothing this Christmas, I have been a bad boy.

Anime Movie

I just watched Cowboy Bebop The Movie on TV. I now declare it on par with Ghost In the Shell (1997)

Downpour.

Can you feel the rain? The tickling drizzle down your eyes, cheeks and lips? No you can't. Don't fake it.

Rocking Chair

I am worried.
I am worried about my promos, that my recurring nightmares will come true.
I am worried that like in my dreams, I will fail. (Except this time, I won't wake up)
I am worried that I will have to take the probationals.
I am worried that I will get kicked out of Orientation.
I am worried that in Orientation, I will let down the school, council and me.
I am worried that I will fail probationals and get retained and get kicked out of council.
I am worried over my Sarawak OCIP, that I will not enjoy it there.
I am worried about my Hong Kong Exchange programme selection.
I am worried that the board will turn me away due to my one day clash with Sarawak OCIP.
I am worried that should I be selected, I'll be going to HK alone.
I am worried that I will once again be rejected, just like last time, and the time before that.
I am worried.


I wish a unknown car could knock me down, I wish I could slip down the NL and break my legs. I wish that in an instance, all my worries and woes would end. I wish that I was not worried.


*pardon my sulking mood, I would like to wish my friends at training camp all the best.

How The Day Went

Basking in the morning

Sights and Sounds of the games:
Terrence's impossible save

Selling icy cold drinks in the blazing heat

Another Satisfied customer

I'm a genie in the bottle....
You didn't throw me the right way...

I feel Pretty

I realised that I have not blogged, as in word-blog-blog-not-photolog, in a very long while. So I shall very calmly say:
OMG---PROMOS ARE OVER!!!!----OMG

For the first time in a long time, I woke up this morning snuggling and lazing inside my blankets. For the first time in a long time, I woke up wondering what not to do.
I decided that I have not touched my marker set in a long time, so I spent the morning ... doodling and drawing. As not to bore more people with fish, i posted up my only non-fish drawing...
Anyhow, by noon I recieved a strange calling to swim. and so I did 40 laps. I feel fat and slow. Annd when I finished wearing myself out, guess what? Council calling. ($*&^%ing %^#@)
Had to go down to school then Jurong to buy drinks for AC games...and then.... I still had to go back to school, in which I realised the drink scheme for council had a problem as the cross-country trekkers were selling drinks too. heh... Seok and I then tried best to reach a reasonable cartel *I still hate econs* as our drinks were a bit... different. you'll see.
yup so that was it. I feel so high that I downloaded West Side Story's I Feel Pretty. Yay. I'm gay.

Dilatation

When confining pressure is removed,
Elastic expansion tend to occur, leading to internal stress and cracks.

Promos

This--to my friends.

I'm in between

Someone once told me the grass is much greener
On the other side
And I paid a visit
well, it's possible I missed it
It seemed different, yet exactly the same
Til further notice,
I'm in-between
From where I'm standing
My grass is green

:: I'm in between -- Macy Gray

It's the last day of Promos, Don't leave me in the dark. This is not my photo, just 'touched' it up.

Superman

Chris Reeves died. Just when I thought things were getting better for him.

Watermark

Hey little frog dancing on the watermark, Do you know that you are about to die? ( the live feeder food was eaten within the next 5 seconds)
I feel like a happy frog, dancing on my watermark : )

Spider's

Twinkle twinker little -spider-,
How I wonder what you -linger-...
(its hard fitting an extra sylable)

Thread

Hope dangles on a string,
A slow spinning redemption...

Reflection II

Another reflection. Another rebound of light and rays.
Another slip of guilt through the imbecilic cracks in my
silver glass.

?

1. The colour
2. The number plate

Things you find in a car park.

Cornered

This would look much cooler with a proper camera... Went to Holland to catch up on maths 2 days ago with Dree and cheryl. I am cornered.

Starless Reflection

Someone once asked me,
Under the blanket of a starless night,
Whether was it a flickering slow fade
Or a short burst that took out the candlelight?

So before the moon broke through the clouds
Revealing to him my hideous face,
I bit my lips (rather mild),
And quickened up my pace.

It was quick, It was nice,
I called the shots and cut the splice.
The flame was left to the end of its wick,
But I smiled, I was cool. I was slick.

But before the moonlight catches your eyes,
I should tell you before you think its a lie.
It's so deceiving, it's so delusional
To think that one could lie to preserve his ego.

Fine, a confession:
Maybe it wasn't my slow fade to the wick,
Maybe I wasn't so quick and so slick,
Maybe it wasn't in this way it finished,
Maybe ( just maybe) she had it extinguished.

Reflection