YEAH FUCK EVERYTHING AND GO TO HELL!

no I’m not feeling better.

Of Dinner and Songs

I felt a little inferior during accapella practice on thursday.
I know I’m not a good singer/bassist and my slow progress’s pulling the whole team down with me into the rut.
Being not able to read scores efficiently (to think I used to play the organ) and harmonise with the others proved to be the ultimate killer.

My level of confidence has reached it’s new level down in the dumps, something I haven’t felt in a long time.
Some of the fellow singers were really nice and understanding, especially Zhengyu, who helped me with each and every note whilst I coiled alone in a corner - it made me really guilty.

Truthfully I feel that the team can do much better without me hindering their path, which wavers my decision to stay in the team. We shall see, after ICN is over.

On a lighter note. It was King Edward Vll Formal Hall Dinner.
And boy, you never knew some people could look that hot.
Thanks to Alex for being steady (in alot of things), owe you one bro.

Yan Ling, my beautiful date for the night,

Elaine

Ginny

Alex, the best neighbour anyone could have.

coz you rock bro!

Glory

signboard?

Tango

Jenny Jeana

My two most trusted souls.

CD CD CD for Jean the head.

Buddies gone wild.

..and wilder.

Msian Night Comm - As One.

It’s time to go practise my ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ again. Sigh.
Hope I don’t screw up during ICN.

Lights On

I fell asleep with the lights on and the door opened again, for the nth time.
It’s so frustrating to wake up in the morning, knowing that my carelessness is someday gonna cost me dearly.

Sometimes the feeling of being fucked up makes me wanna do silly things, like tossing the laptop or sticking my head into the toilet bowl, though the latter sounds kinda sick.
I need a breather, I need air, anything refreshing to make me forget the fatigue and sorrow, and learn to appreciate the little things around me, no matter how trivial they are.

I too wanna travel the world, to see the baths in Rome, the cathedrals in Spain and St Mark’s Square in Venice.
There’s so much more meaning to life, when you look at it from a vegabond’s perspective.

Club Club

It was mambo + phuture night at zouk =)

Despite being super shagged after clubbing till 4 a.m Jing Ze and I still had to get our asses out of bed early in the morning to make sushi for lunch with Jeana & Jenny.

Okay I should rephrase: Jing Ze made sushi and miso soup, we watched and tried to learn, but failed miserably.

Some people just refuse to face the camera while cooking.

Her twin also the same thing. Camera-shy, trying to act sophisticated.

The end-result was superb.

And here's our very proud sinseh Jing Ze

And here are the handrolls made by his super lousy apprentices. All out of shape.

But it's all glorious, glorious food!

Shit, next week is my turn to cook, got no new recipe ler.

Memo To Myself - Reckless Driving

I’m bloggin’ with a grin on my face.
There ain’t nothin’ like a big, fat smile to drive your fears away.
Ya know sometimes we try so hard, too hard for a matter of fact to keep cool in the face of danger that it ain’t such a good thing.
Now why am I talkin’ in a big ole’ Texan slang (in case ya fellas ‘aven’t noticed)  I ‘ave no balls why neither.

Okay enough of messing around.
There’s nothing more to this post than to remind myself NOT to drive recklessly and speed at roundabouts.
Hell, I nearly killed my sister and myself today.

Things just happened in a split second.
I was yelling at her, she was cowering in a corner, car were zooming by and I was speeding into the inner lane of the round-about on my right.

Then I remembered, I was supposed to drive straight, not turn right.
My hands on the wheels did what’s natural - steering left.

There were the screeching of tyres and the blaring of honks as the traffic came to an abrupt halt.

I was so engrossed in scolding my sister I had no idea that I’ve violated the traffic rules and nearly smashed into a car that was egging in from the left, worse still, my sis was sitting at the front seat. She could have just flown out of the car if the impact was strong enough.

The driver drove off, nonchalantly (thank god).
But I was at the brink of throwing up. My hands were clutching the wheels so hard my knuckles turned white.
His car had glazed against mine, apparently he wasn’t aware of it.
Slight scratch, you may think. But the realization that I could have caused my sister’s and my own death if I hadn’t stomped the brakes in time was horrifying enough to make me lose sleep.

That is why I’m typing this right now. Drive with care, think about the ones you love.

On a Wednesday afternoon

Wednesday’s the only day where I can slack through without rushing for lectures,
and I had intended to use every one of them wisely.
But it seems pretty darn difficult to refrain myself from wasting time.

Met up with Larry and Jia Cheng on Wednesday to take photographs for one of our assignments.
We combed the grounds of the entire NUS, snapping pictures of objects which are chiral.
Then we stumbled across a place we never knew existed in NUS.

NUS Museum

Apart from housing various artifacts tracing back to ancient China,
the museum also showcases various art work by local and foreign artists.
Albeit being a not-so-artsy person, I found some of the exhibitions pretty cool.
Though some were really err… hard to comprehend.

intestines? human in embrace?

epitome of obscenity

Err...

>.<

Anyway, we soon forgot our mission for the day started slutting around.

One thing we’ve learnt though,
if you’re cracking your brain on where to bring your date this week,
fret no more, the NUS museum is your perfect choice!
Coz nobody ever goes there at all, which means you two can do whatever wrong things you like! LOL!

Okay slap me.

Damaged

Nickeo is officially in love with Danity Kane.

Malaysian Night Showdown

Malaysian Night ended with a “BAM!” - full-throttled, uncut and uncensored.

A month of preparation with Nickeo coreographing and dancing his butt off for this very night proved to be worthwhile after all as we took the crowd by storm.
There really isn’t a single word which could really depict what we felt, after all, what more is to say when the applause and cheers from the audience told us our long-awaited answer.

Now you know why I’ve been MIA (missing in action) for so long from the blogosphere.
Simply because time is so precious that I couldn’t afford to use it for blogging.
Being the dance and song IC and also the game’s host for the night was tough job,
but nobody in the whole committee played a less important role, each contributed what they’re best at.
And the end result? Fuckin fantastic! (sorry for the vulgarity, couldn’t find a better adjective, lol)

Hosting the Bamboo Game

For more pics and stories, kindly visit the King Edward Vll Hall Blog, where I will be dedicating most of my attention blogging in the future with other members of the publication committee. So LINK IT IF YOU CAN, lol. Click here.

Keep a lookout for videos, will be uploading soon =)

Anyway ICN (Internal Cultural Night) coming up soon, gotta start practising dance again.
I so wanna go clubbing, but shit, gotta mug! =(

Shag Shag Shag!

I have a new neighbour from China who’s just moved in,
heard he shifted down from a double room in F Block coz he couldn’t stand his roommate who’s a nocturnal beast.
Sure enough, I just got a knock on my door asking me to turn down my music, like, what the fish??
Maan.. no more blasting my music anymore after midnight.

Since I’m blogging anyway, might as well talk about my cocked-up timetable and schedule.
I think there’s no other idiot in the world as spastic as me, Jeana and Jenny - who enthusiastically balloted for 8 a.m classes every morning.
We have to wake up at 7 a.m every morning, without fail - okay, I don’t get to be in the picture coz I only scrape my ass outta bed 10 minutes before the shuttle bus takes off- and either one of the twins has to get breakfast for me.

Mondays are ridiculous, 8 hours straight of lectures and tutorials with only a two-hour break in between.
After classes my CCA starts, and they’re like so freaking fucked up.
I have to rush for three sport practices from 7 p.m to 11 p.m - badminton, road relay and volleyball.
What else?

Dance practices on Tuesday, road-relay again on Wednesday, touch-rugby on Thursday. And there’s accapella and choir on dunno which days.
Oh yar I forgot all bout commitees - Hall play, Dinner and Dance, Block Comm, Publications.

I seriously have to start considering dropping some of em. Dear God, send me a sign!

Superficial

I guess I’m superficial, as in, very.
Picture the scenario:

You’re back from lectures, all shagged and sleepy and simultaneously trying to juggle your laptop, lunch, books and water bottle with just two hands (quite a feat eh?),
then you see one of the hottest female specimens on earth walking pass you.
You turn your head 180 degrees just to see where she’s ending up at.
She smiles at you, you’re dumbstruck, thinking that she’s flirting with you.

Then she pushes a door open and enters.
You quickly follow her steps to the door, only to realise that: It’s the men’s toilet.

You know it’s delibrate, she’s just lazy to use the ladies upstairs.
Gobsmacked, you think to yourself: Should you be chasing her out of the toilet?

If the girl was super ugly, yes I would. But too bad, she’s not.
And that’s how superficial I am.