Friday, July 29, 2005
We know we're hawt stuff. Don't deny. Denial ain't the only river in Egypt, you know.
posted@11:13 PM
Mel trying to show off her dimples. I also have, okaaaaay.
posted@11:08 PM
XxXKawaii nehzzz Worzzz.XxX
posted@11:05 PM
Mel wanted a part, you see. She's falling onto Aaron's little tool by the way, hence the Aaron's hand, you see.
posted@11:03 PM
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Pain.
Wei Peng once told the canoeing team: "If you slack for 1km, your opponents are gaining 1km in front of you."I couldn't agree more.
Tim Quek once told me: "You only start improving after you realise your saturation point is reached."
I couldn't agree more.
Paul once told me: "Pain is the sign of weakness leaving your body."
I couldn't agree more.
I'm beginning to love pain more and more. More pain please.
posted@10:39 PM
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Why did you hold my hands when you knew it was the last?
I've waited a long time to see you,
And when I do the feeling was perfect.
But you just passed me a simple glance,
Like you would to anybody.
I felt like I was so insignificant,
Felt so solitary in the crowd.
Although I was contented,
I just hoped for a little more.
Just a little more.
So when I see you again,
I'll still make the best of it.
I'd tell the stars to start moving for you,
Just for that minute of embracing you.
I was dazed when I heard you,
But to throw me a mere thanks,
When all I wanted,
Was to guide you inside me.
I told myself I would be alright,
And I still am.
But I'm not exactly positive,
Of how long I'd sustain this,
Even for a little more.
So when I see you again,
I'll still make the best of it.
I'd tell the stars to start moving for you,
Just for that minute of embracing you.
-Written on some Sunday during July 05, but never had the courage to post it.
These days I don't know how to approach you at all. I chose to leave you in your comfort zone while I part mine.
Just let me stop thinking, for fuck sake. I hate myself for being one of those whom I awfully scorned in the past.
One who resents.
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Although I was awfully outraged by the fact that I misplaced my iPod, my initial reaction was awe-shocking to most. I smiled, a smile of resignment. I was just resigned to the fact that it's gone, that I'm just like that. Anyway, I've tasted worst stuff these days, and such a loss makes no difference to the army of shit that's heading my way.
I just told myself: "Ivan, your life is just screwed."
posted@10:26 PM
Monday, July 25, 2005
Fucking thieves.
I'm sorry if my entry is crude, but I just feel terrible now. You can choose not to read it if you want to.That's it, my iPod was stolen an hour ago. Fuck the person who stole it. I was in a hurry to rush my History assignment and I just messed everything up. I really feel like shit now. I'm nothing without music, nothing without my iPod. I already miss it so damn much. And to think I used it as a device to numb myself these days. Thanks buddy, you've been a great companion through those sleepless nights, those times I felt like I was no more than a piece of shit. I'm sad upon the knowledge that you are probably in the hands of some uber scum of an asshat right now, and he's probably going oh-so-happy over his fucking loot. I feel sad for the fact that you are probably not used to the god-damned shit smell of his ears, and that you have to put up with it cause you were rightfully MY IPOD.
It wasn't easy for me to get one, I had to save like some mofo and all. Bloody fool just took it like that, JUST LIKE THAT. Geez, I don't understand why I have to be the testing ground for somebody else's greed. It's just so bloody fucked up.
And I'm gonna be so screwed if my mother finds out it's gone. I'm just so screwed man... She already warned me about bringing it to school, but once again her advice went to deaf ears. I feel stupid, feel damn fucked up now.
To be honest I don't feel that terrible at first, because I've already had enough shit coming my way these days, such a loss don't really make much of an impact.
I scorn, hate, detest thieves. Lowly scums of the earth.
_|_ you, bloody son of a gun.
posted@6:29 PM
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Saying sorry.
How much does saying sorry actually mean to you?My class often jokes about my Chinese Language Tutor, whose hairdo seriously looks like Elton John. I would frequently break out singing 'Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word' during his lessons because it felt stupid to do so, but more because the song's really nice.
But just 5 minutes ago, the above mentioned question suddenly struck me. I'm not sure how much it means to you people, or even myself. Saying sorry is often an instantaneous response for a fast exit to a sticky situation. That's what I personally feel. Sad, but true. For those who mean their apologies, this does not refer to you people.
Throughout the course of this short 17 years I've led, especially towards the later part of that period, I've learnt to ensure that my words mean something, if not, many things. I think that in many of the very little minute things we do in life, if we would just put in a little effort, if we would just use a little more of our heart, if we meant it deeper from within that beating organ of ours, we'd touch somebody else's lives a little more. Just a little more of everything helps.
As the number of my armpit hair expand in numbers, along with my age, I've learnt to be less selfish, more thoughtful and concerned about the feelings of others. I know it sounds gay, but its true you dork. I'd rather think about life, than indulge in mindless bullshit and live in self-denial every single fucking day. Although I still do engage in mindless bullshit, I cannot deny that the affairs of others have had a significant amount of impact on me.
Which is why saying sorry should be done with utmost sincerity, and not as a reason for anything else. It isn't difficult to stop for half a second before the word comes out of your lips, and then speak through the air of sincerity. Or is it so?
Which is why I think Ivan must touch as many people's lives as he can before he dies.
Must.
posted@6:41 PM
Friday, July 22, 2005
Of magazines
Check this out people:
This woman on the name card is Yap Yen's mother. She's my classmate woot! I've gotta face it, I'm so so so so so proud to have a friend such as her. Wahahaha.
BUT OF COURSE...
They're other reasons why I'm so so so so so proud to have her as a friend lah.
Come to talk about it, I've decided to dispel some rumours that have been buzzing around me for centuries, and this entry will do just that.
FIRSTLY...
I do not read FHM (For Him Magazine), Maxim, Playboy or any other Men's Magazines for that matter. I think they're a waste of money and though I have to admit that I have purchased FHM during my secondary school days out of pure curiosity sake. And I definitely have not and will not be wanking in front of those magazines.
SECONDLY...
My favourite magazine is 8-days. I simply cannot find a better one for the latest news in the entertainment field, along with my favourite section, The Last Page, which is actually a column for Colin Goh's jokes. It's the perfect magazine for everything you ever wanted to know for the people still living on cloud oblivion.
THIRDLY...
I read other magazines as well, though not as often as before. These include Reader's Digest, National Geographic & Times. These days my mother hasn't been buying 8-days because simply I don't have that excess luxury to sit around and read stuff other than those sickening History, Economic and Literature texts and notes.
On a side note, I've got this awful feeling that bad things are coming my way, one of which I can safely quote now. Which is the 'Parent-Teacher Meeting' I have tomorrow morning. I'm so screwed, my mother's gonna collect my results and have a nice chat with my Home Tutor, who is conincidently also my Economics Tutor.
I hope she doesn't say things like:
1)'Ivan rarely does his tutorials, in fact none at all.'
2)'Ivan is never serious during and after lessons, and loves to SMS all day.'
3)'Ivan never does his Economics Homework, and only does his History Homework. Yet, his History still sucks.'
I can go on and on with the list, but I told my mother that I've not received my results yet, which is a blatant lie. Here's my beautiful results:
HISTORY : AO
LITERATURE : AO
ECONOMICS : E
GENERAL PAPER : B4
CHINESE LANGUAGE (TO THE HELL WITH YOU) : C6
I've actually planned to liquid away the Os in my AO grades to make them look like As. Sad, but true. I'm just gonna get killed by my mother upside down inside out outside in.
Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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To you...
Though you probably already have by now, I hope you've recovered already. I know you're busy and all so I haven't been messaging you much. Just hope you'll take good care of yourself and good luck with the upcoming stuff.
Nobody owes me anything, and that includes you. I'm sorry for everything as well.
posted@4:40 PM
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Am I really naggy?
When my mother tells me to get a jacket when the weather's chilly, I think she's naggy...When my mother tells me to drink more water during the omgwtfbbq weather, I think she's naggy...
When my mother tells me to take medicine when I'm ill, I think she's naggy...
When my mother tells me to take good care of myself and constantly asks if I'm feeling okay, I think she's naggy...
AND NOW...
When I SMS (not tell, but SMS) her to bring a jacket to the clinic, she thinks I'm naggy...
When I SMS (not tell, but SMS) her to drink more water during the omgwtfbbq weather, she thinks I'm naggy...
When I SMS (not tell, but SMS) her to take medicine when she's ill, she thinks I'm naggy...
When I SMS (not tell, but SMS) her to take good care of herself and constantly asks if she's feeling okay, she think's I'm naggy.
HERE IS WHY I'M NOT NAGGY =)
1) Because I know I'm not there to bring you a jacket or keep you warm
2) Because I know I'm not there to nudge you to drink more water in this omgwtfbbq weather.
3) Because I know I'm not there to remind you to take your medicine all the time.
4) Because I am very very very very sure you can't take good care of yourself well.
(@4.54pm you say 'I'm fine!!!' and in 3 hours time you say 'Going to the docs')
And also because I love you so.
For the sake of whatevergod-whateversaint-whateverdiety, get well soon, please.
<3
Even if you cannot hear my voice,
I'll be right beside you dear.
-Snow Patrol, Run
Edit: Oh yeah I SMS instead of telling you face off too.
posted@5:56 AM
Monday, July 18, 2005
Baybeats
Baybeats 2005 - Singapore Biggest Alternative Music Gathering@EsplanadeYesterday's Baybeats was awesome. It was my first, and the mood of the entire event was just overwhelming. I never expected bass drums to sound that good, vocalists to cut through the band so well, guitars to whine through all that jazz, never expected that I'll miss you so much that I didn't know what to say to you.
I went with Grace, and now I'd say that I don't regret turning up for this kick ass event. First band I caught was Denouia at the Arena, where they had stringent security checks, and I wasn't even allowed to bring in my drink WTF man... It was a little too noisy, too cliche for me, but we stayed till the end. I couldn't hear the vocalist carefully, which is one major fault of the band. Lead Guitarist was on a Fender Telecaster, which was black and had Silver Metal thingies. Rythmn Guitarist was on a Gibson SG. Nevertheless their instruments sounded great. It's Baybeats, you know.
And after that we went over to The Chillout Stage to catch this really cool Old School Pop-Rock band called The Serenaide. They're damn cool!!! And their songs were so cool and catchy, largely influenced by the 70s Pop and bands like The Cure. They were all so cute, and wore thematic clothes of a Pink color. Well it made Grace super exhilarated cause it was kinda like her favourite color. I headed straight over to The Village after their set to get their CD heh...
Bought some shirts and other mechandises, then around 7.30pm it was Copeland at The Village. They were like the only band from USA so Grace said they MUST BE GOOD. They were performing on accoustic guitars, and their performance blew me over. So touching, so emo, so fucking good. They just reminded me of her. At moments I looked at Grace, and wondered why it was Grace and not her. I felt really nostalgic. I just miss her badly, and I was really sure at that time, and even so now, that she'd love the accoustic performance by Copeland. I really was at the loss of words for what to say, but managed to squeese out an SMS to her.
I left shortly after Copeland's accoustic performance because I was not feeling too good. Not that I was ill or something, but I just didn't have the mood to catch Electrico. I also wanted to punctuate the entire event with a more memorable performance, a memory of you.
posted@2:51 AM
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Geez...
My upper body hurts like omgwtfbbq-hell. Had training like non-stop since Tuesday. Good thing there wasn't any training today, else its just GG (Good Game).To kick things off, we have (chronological order):
Tuesday
1. Morning Run @ 6.45am
2. "Fun Time" - Combination of pushups, crunches, sprints and so on.
3. Pullups x36
4. Pullups x30 for PE
Wednesday
1. Dragonboaters' "Secret Training": Consisting of "Fun Time" - Revamped, new, and more saddistic than ever. Run 1 round around track, then pushups, which come in multiples of 100s. Rinse, repeat, varying pushups with crunches and whateverthehell.
2. Pullups x36
3. Water Training @ Kallang
Thursday
1. Didn't turn up for morning run heh...
2. Pullups x30 for whatever reason I forgot
3. Pullups x40 for PE
Friday
1. 2km run in 9.5mins
2. Pullups x36
3. Gym - I don't wish to talk about this omgwtfbbq experience.
Siao one lor I tell you.
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To you...
I hope you're not getting too stressed up with life, and even if you do, you know you who you can always rely to fall back on. I'll always be behind you. Although I've got like 10000000000001 things to tell you, I'll wait till you have the time the hear the 10000000000001 things I have to say.
I don't need the best of you, just the best for you.
<3
posted@10:44 PM
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The Major Halt
And so today was the last day for Dragonboating, and we'll be back to Canoeing from next week onwards, since its off-season for Dragonboating now. It's been a great experience no doubt, and I believed everybody rowed their hardest today.Here's our journey =)
Singapore Dragonboat Association - Chris, Pavin, Me, Tim & Andrew.
CJ CANOEING WOOOOOSH!
The CJ Dragonboating way of tying shoelaces. =)
Place we have our Tau Huay (Bean Curd) Breaks. L2R: Andrew, Me.
The sunset is just mesmerizing
I yearn to watch the sunset with you, even if I have to go all the way to Bali.
posted@9:38 PM
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
School of Rock
Now look who's on the papers:
Click for a large image size
SEE ETERNAL LOOP LIVE!
Pre-Semis Preview
16th July 2005, Saturday
1-5pm
Marine Cove (East Coast Park)
posted@7:12 PM
Monday, July 11, 2005
I'm flying...
You complete me, too.I love you.
posted@10:52 PM
Dearest Blog...
Thank you for accompanying me, sharing my private entries with me. Thank you for listening to the infinite number of swear words I have to spit out when I'm in a foul mood. Thank you for being my blog.It's 5 mins before we meet up, and I was feeling really un-confident about myself. I wanted to tell her some things I don't tell her everyday, and I guess I will do so now. As I'm typing this entry, she calls and says we'll meet in 5 mins =)
I'm all smiles. I hope everything goes well. Wish me luck buddy.
Loads of it.
posted@8:23 PM
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Trip to grandma's
My Auntie from Hong Kong is currently 8 months pregnant, and so I decided to go over to check things out. I had good intentions to visit my dear grandparents and all, but I was more or less a mini-maid for the day.Firstly, I had to make 3 trips to satisfy my pregnant auntie's eccentric cravings for food. Like Char Kway Teow, Rojak and Durians. It's funny how a women's appetite can balloon at the speed of an errection in a matter of months. Not to mention, this auntie of mine is an Air Stewardess mind you, not some random glutton tai-tai. Oh well, she is a Tai-tai, just that she works. Her husband is fucking rich.
Next it was stock-replenishing time. Another Auntie, myself and 2 other maids went down to Sheng Siong Supermarket to buy stuff like orange juice, rice, detergent etc. We had to make 2 trips down because my Auntie kinda overkilled and bought way too many things.
And so my other Auntie wanted me to watch a Buddhist Video about life values, but was unfortunately in Mandarin so the content I understood was no more than pathetically meagre. My grandmother was beside me, and she is another one who cannot understand Mandarin at all. And then she started her adventures.
She told me about how she went to the Neighbourhood Clinic downstairs to visit Dr Sia last week, and complained to him about chest aches and related ailments, such as coughs and all, after returning from a trip to a Monastery in China. Now Dr Sia is a really careful and cautious new doctor, who has only been in practice for about 2 years or so...
This was what she said:
Well so I went downstairs to the Doctor Sia, and I told him I got chest pain lah, back pain lah, cough lah, pleghm lah. Then he carefully took down the problems I had lah, and then checked his handbook for the appropriate dosage for the medicine he wanted to prescribe to me. I told him: "Eh Doctor Sia, why not you lend me the book I go photocopy so I don't have to see you anymore. Everytime I come and see you, you will refer to the handbook"
And somemore, on other occasions:
And so, I went to see him again lah. Told him my cough wouldn't go away despite being on medication for weeks. He did the same thing, checked his book, and prescribed medicine to me.
This time, he told me: "Auntie ah, you must remember to drink at least 8 glasses of water a day okay?"
And then I told him: "Doctor, do you drink 8 glasses of water a day?"
He said: "Nope."
And there is my grandma going: "Then how can you ask me to drink 8 glasses when you as a doctor don't?"
That's my grandmother for you. Many say they now know why I turn out this way. Kinda makes some sense.
To further prove such a hypothesis, I would like to tell you a story about my grandma's brother, who got retrenched sometime last year and went through a number of interviews.
She told me:
Gu Gong (Granduncle in hokkien) saw an advertisement on the newspapers for a job, and so he went called up and made an appointment with the secretary. He reached the office, and found that the door was closed.
So he knocked the door and he said: "Ehhhhhhhhh, I'm here for an interview, anybody there?"
No reply, and so he knocked again. And this time a lady shouted back: "WAIT PLEASE!"
Without hestitation, he shouted back: "200 pounds!"
Till today, he couldn't understand why he failed to get the job.
Another incident involving this Granduncle of mine, as quoted from by Grandmother:
And so it was your great-grandmother's death anniversary, and went over to the temple to pay our respects. We walked past this altar. I looked in and I saw this tablet with a very very young lady's picture. I exclaimed:"Aiyoh so wasted, so young die liao"
Your Gu Gong walked past it as well after I did, and cried out: "Aiyah... Die liao also good lah, so fucking ugly"
No comments.
My grandparents, although they dote on me alot alot alot alot alot, they are constantly bickering, even at this age. My grandmother's 70ish, and my grandfather is 83 if I'm not mistaken. My grandmother dislikes my grandfather so much sometimes she tells me: "Gong Gong is so smelly, I rather smell your perspiration than sleep beside him". And oh yes, they do sleep on seperate beds, and rooms.
She told me today:
I had this friend, and when she was about 18 years of age, a mutual friend of hers wanted to introduce a man to her. The night before, she dreamt that all her teeth fell out, and didn't turn up for the match-making session. Bad omen mah you know, so she didn't go lor. And when I was introduced to your Gong Gong, the night before, I dream that all my teeth fell out, and I saw myself in hell. Yet I went for the match-making session.
Enough about my grandparents. I think you should get a rough idea on my bloody hip grandmother. Without a doubt I love both my grandparents a damn lot. To end it off, the beach is an almost place.
Moments I spend with you are the ones I love most.
"Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue"
Frente - Bizarre Love Triangle
posted@8:41 PM
Friday, July 08, 2005
I Lost Myself
Inspired by the ending bridge of Karma Police"For all the things that I've done,
Misdeeds, mistrusts, dishonesty
I just want you to know now,
That you're my only,
Only, only one
Please grant me
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
And tonight I'm finding hard without you
Phew for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
I chose to make you the one,
My heart, my soul, my love, my desire
I just want you to know now,
That you're my only,
Only, only one
For a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
And tonight I'm finding hard without you
Phew for a minute there
I lost myself
I lost myself
I lost myself,
And tonight I'm not gonna make it without you
Your honey kisses love tonight,
I just dont wanna lose you any time
Oh please
You just dont know how much to mean me
I just want to embrace this moment
Please grant me this wish"
I personally think and realised the lyrics are way to cliche, and I'll rewrite it with Sarah when she gets the time to do so. I just needed something to fill in the vacuum created by the melody only. These lyrics are way too simple and reflect little about how I want this song to turn out. Please pardon the lack of sophistication, I will work on it as soon as possible.
posted@11:40 PM
Thursday, July 07, 2005
War of the Foods
Not inspired by War Of The Worlds. Rather, they were inspired by War of the Foods.To All Maids Who Can't Cook
CREDITS
Story: Ivan
Photos: Ivan
Editing: Ivan
Director: Ivan
Assistant Director: Ivan
Producer: Ivan
Visual Engineering: Ivan
Funny Bone Activator: Ivan
Everything else: Ivan
Firstly I would like to thank my maid, Siti. Without her badly cooked eggs, I wouldn't have had the inspiration to write/direct/everything else this beautifully crafted masterpiece.
Secondly, I would also like to thank Sarah's maid for being unable to cook as well. That has further backed up evidence that many maids can't cook. This is a tribute to all maids who can't cook, seriously.
Thirdly, I do not wish to thank my parents cause I'm not too sure why I turned out this way either.
Fourthly (whether or not there's such a word I'm not gonna give a damn), I would also like to thank a special someone who has always been there for me, and there for me to be there for her. <3 You.
HAIL THE MAIDS WHO CAN'T COOK!!!
HAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted@6:42 PM
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I feel miserable
I have no idea what decision I should make at all, really.Both consequences spell disaster for me, with the capital 'D'.
Rejection would mean a sudden uncomfort in this entire ongoing fantastic relation.
Acceptance would mean an eventual seperation and an ice-cold post-friendship.
I just want to push your hair back behind your ears when they fall out of place.
I just want to embrace you for eternity.
I just want to put my arms around you and make you warm, even if it makes me chilled.
I just want to hold your hands and feel your heart pulsating.
I just want to kiss you and keep the taste on my lips forever.
I just want to whisper sweet nothings in your ears and take care of you.
I just want to be the special one in your life.
I just want to love you.
You're the finishing piece to my jigsaw puzzle.
"My heart aches like anything when I see your smiling face.
The guilt is too much to bear.
But I don't wish to lose you, ever.
Please believe me.
Please."
posted@10:53 PM
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
My Day
Today, Yak, Grace and I had loads of fun at Yak's room. I reached Yak's house at around 8.15pm, expecting them to have fun before I joined them.I asked Grace: "So what have you been doing?"
Grace replied with a straight face: "Self entertaining".
Enough said.
She actually means that Yak is a really poor host you randy people. I mean, who would be so kinky to interpret it in THAT KINDA manner right?
But of course, as usual, Ivan The Innocent always becomes the victim in any circumstances you can imagine. I was physically abused by the vivacious, violent and wild Grace.
She opened off with 1 huge slap onto my left upper arm. And mind you, that's been the source of so much other physical abuses inflicted by my "dear" classmates and "dear" friends. "Surprisingly", all abusers were girls.
MAN IS THAT SHOCKING OR WHAT?!
CASE 1
Time of Crime: 1301
Location: Catholic Junior College
All the other crap: First up we have my dear classmate Sonia who slapped me cause I shouted out loud when I couldn't find her. I said this: "Now where is that true blue blonde Sonia?", without realising that she was just standing right behind me. PIACK! There goes #1.
CASE 2
Time of Crime: 1316
Location: Bus Service 105 (SBS)
All the other crap: Next, my even dearer classmate Melissa was standing beside me on the bus and we were chit chatting about everything under the fucking disgusting aircon. She was telling me how her friend called her "Plasticine Face" and I was like, "Oh really?" and reached out to pinch her cheek. Piack.
CASE 3
Time of Crime: 1525
Location: Mango Boutique
All the other crap: Following closey we have an encore by Melissa! She picked up a really hawt tube dress and seemed like she had the intention to try it on. I told her that after seeing how she looked like during Prom, she should know better than to put it down. I was chased. I was piack-ed.
CASE 4
Time of Crime: 1618
Location: Topshop
All the other crap: And Shermeen (my classmate) showed me a kinky pom-pom like skirt which had lots of thread-like projections. I touched it and whispered to the girls: "Man... If my girl wore this, I'm not sure how to tell between the hair and the fabric" Again, piack-ed. As usual.
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And what followed up next were slaps onto the similar area, several times, by Grace. They increased in intensity, which includes pace, strength and degree of violence. She was repeatedly unleashing out her lethal energy onto my poor arm. You know Ivan damn poor thing one in this kinda situations, he cannot do anything but yell in pain. Sometimes the louder he yell the more fun the girls get the harder they hit. And I must warn you, Grace is one bloody scary woman when she's not happy with me.
Making her angry is like:
1)Suggesting to Joseph Ratzinger the implementation of a condom machine in the middle of Vatican City.
2)Asking the school principal if its alright for the girls in school to fold their uniform so they can expose their navel and let everybody see Melissa's love tatoo for our Chinese Tutor.
3)Answering your Chinese Listening Comprehension Question in English.
4)Questioning your Mum if she has menopause yet.
5)And if she does, is she still able to experience the full experience by my experienced Dad
6)Telling your Dad you just asked your Mum question 4 and 5.
posted@9:51 PM
Sunday, July 03, 2005
The Time has come...
Sometime last week, while I was still mugging for my Mid-Years... My mum suddenly interrupted me, and told me to take a look at this:
I saw the word MINDEF, the first word that came out my mouth was 'Fuck'
Next 2 words was 'ing shit'
Of course, the next 2 seconds witnessed my mother slapping my head.
"Oei oei oei! How can you say like that!"
Of course, how can women understand. ITS NATIONAL SERVICE
AND I HATE THE IDEA OF BLOWING 2.5 YEARS INTO SOMETHING I DON'T REALLY HAVE MUCH FAITH IN.
I opened the letter immediately, and I saw this:
ALRIGHT!!! "WOOT"!!! "HURRAY"!!! THIS IS IT!!! THIS IS IT!!!
Over the years I've received those letters celebrating the philosophus gloriosus of the Singapore Armed Forces. I knew they acted like warnings to the upcoming compulsory National Service I had always dreaded. But this is it, this is the climax. I have to register for NS now. Glory...
Anyhow... I think I really think it shouldn't be that bad for me, and furthermore, NO SCHOOL FOR 2.5 YEARS how cool's that? That's like woah... Now the thought of it makes me excited. But I've always wondered if we would lose out alot in University (that's if I can make it into one) because we've been M.I.A (missing in action) for 2.5 years on our work? It really makes me wonder...
Afterall, its not that bad after all right?
I mean, your girlfriend starts realising that you have got pimply face and detesting your odour of your uniform.
I mean, your girlfriend just probably feels that its not the awful look of your uniform is just too un-glam and that the all those brawn just doesn't do a wee bit to salvage the entire un-glamness of it all.
I mean, your girlfriend will just start going out with cuter guys who have all the chances in the world to get closer with her while you're slogging your candy ass out for your country, or so they say.
I mean, your girlfriend will be in the company of kebillion other guys who are much more mature than you are, because they have completed NS while you are still the boy boy serving your bloody NS.
I mean, worse come to worse, your girlfriend just ditches you and goes off with another guy like those traditional soap operas we see on local television.
But again, why am I thinking along such lines? Unless...
NOPE NOPE NOPE, IVAN'S SINGLE NOW =)
>>>STILL AM.<<<
posted@12:29 PM
Saturday, July 02, 2005
We thought this balloon bear looked pretty cute and took a stalker shot of it =D
posted@9:03 PM
How the fuck did my face end up this way?
posted@9:03 PM
Dig this, reflections on an MRT train.
posted@9:02 PM
Friday, July 01, 2005
The Jetty
It is 2 mins to midnight, but it has been such a fufilling ending to punctuate the day that I'm getting up from my bed, turning my table lamp and picking up my pen to write.Never would I have dreamt that the beauty of nature was so well accentuated with the ending of a day. I have always adored endings, they give a conclusion to the entangling occurances of the day, and marks completion.
I loved this ending particularly today because it puts me into another world, and gave me an euphoric feeling that left me craving for more. I wished I could just sit there and talk till breaking of dawn.
When I stepped upon the jetty, I never could forecast the goodness ahead of me. Probably I was just oblivious to my surroundings, but there was no way I could remain that way the minute I felt the change in atmosphere towards the middle of the platform. The atmosphere underwent radical vicissitudes. My legs felt gelid, and the sea breeze was gentle yet provoking - thought provoking. The night sky was a portrait of misty mixture of purple and black, and the stars playfully acted as jewels in decorating the portrait. The sound of sea waves breaking the shore provided further amplication to the beauty of all. All in all, I felt the calmness of my surroundings so well that my heart was practically beating together with it. They opened my senses like little pores and before I knew it, I started to sing a song or two. It was.... just that beautiful.
"To the one,
you're not that bright now,
but you will be someday soon
& you will fall in love with the moonlight..."
"If God was on the radio,
I'd know he'd say to thee,
love is spiders on the edge,
& we're hanging by a thread.
Connected to the other end,
of this twisted frequency."
"I've spun, but I don't care,
I'd be happy,
if you'd share your web with me"
I was really grateful for another companion's prescence. So much that I would not attempt to express my overwhelming gratitute. Because doing so will do injustice to it. I'm far from perfect and perfect's far from me. I'm in no position to write about it.
We talked about the scars were left behind throughout Man's longest journey on earth - Life. Life is no more than a sick cycle carousel. The constant repetition of events, the reoccurances of familiar issues and problems.
Why do they come back, and hurt so bad still?
Why do they come back, and feel so much?
The reason we always seek,
The purpose we never know,
The word we call 'Why'.
The Jetty
It looks like an inverted T,
with five pairs of hearts by the horizontal,
connected by sweet savoury passion.
Amongst the ten lay,
a numb and worn duo,
encircled by the euphoric perimeters of their words.
I wonder if the inversion could mean,
the death of tolerance of the five couples,
dancing to the music of the numb.
Is heaven proclaiming its very consequences,
that once unleashed its fury on us?
Did heaven smile to see,
its spelling of disaster,
amongst the greatest beauty?
It seems like if we took of the 'C' & 'E',
the answer would prevail,
that punctuates a forewarning.
The answer is simple yet confusing,
but confusion is the path of realisation.
It is: Not Real"
posted@11:58 PM
Signboard Funnnnnnnn
I use my vivacious imagination and try to picture myself in 10 years time, when I'm 27 years old, holding onto a stable job. I see a bachelor, earning a pathetic $2,000 odd salary, with an annual bonus of probably 2 months or so. And then I start ransacking my ever-so-neat table to hunt for my calculator, and when I finally find it I start finding out the answer of 2,000 divided by 30, and WTF! I only earn $66.67 a day!!!That means, even I pub every evening, and spend like say, $30 each session, I would be left with. Wait, let me calculate again.
30x30=900
2000-900=1100
Holy crap I'm only left with $1,100, and I need to hire a maid! That would mean $450 less!!! That would mean I'm left with, wait, let me calculate.
1100-450=650
$650 fucking dollars. And I need to give my parents like $200 each. That means I'm left with, wait, let me calculate.
650-400=250
Fucking hell, $250.
And I've not included meals, and all the misc. stuff. I'm so screwed man, so screwed.
How to get married, you say lah.
How to buy car, you say lah.
How to get a flat of my own, you say lah.
Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Anyhow
Check out the Signboard I just made! Damn cool right!
Click here to make your own.
posted@11:02 AM
