Life's just plunging down into an endless abyss

Into Oblivion

2007-08-27T21:59:00.000+08:00

Funeral For A Friend

The days I've felt alone.
And the sea, it brings me back again.
So that I can see my wife.
And I can see my child.
Home, I'm home, it never changes,
Same old faces, same old places.

I stared into oblivion and found my home.
I stared into oblivion, into oblivion.

Find in me the home
That you have never known.
Find in us the faith.
The faith to bring you home.

I stared into oblivion and found my home.
I stared into oblivion and found my home.
I stared into oblivion, and found my own reflection there.
(reflection there)

Home. Now that I'm coming home,
Will you be the same as when I saw you last?
Tell me how much time has passed?
Tell me how much time has passed?
Tell me how much time has passed?

I stared into oblivion (and found my home).
I stared into oblivion (and found my home).
I stared into oblivion (and found my home).
I stared into oblivion and found my own reflection there.

Until the End

2007-08-24T21:03:00.000+08:00

Breaking Benjamin

So clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors
Alone I'll walk the winding way (here I stay)
It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger
I live to die another day, until I fade away

Why give up? Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become, desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end

Surround me, it's easy, to fall apart completely
I feel you creeping up again (In my Head)
It's over, no longer, I feel it growing colder
I knew this day would come to end, so let this life begin
Why give up? Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become, desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end

I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end
Living is, hard enough, without you fucking up

Why give up? Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become, desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end

I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end

The final fight, I win
The final fight, I win
The final fight, I win
But I will go on until the end

(I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be) =/ Emo song

2007-07-09T00:11:00.000+08:00

This blog has remain stagnant for quite some time now... it might have even gone into a state of coma or suspended animation. Might have even died for all I know...

I wonder how many people still visit my blog... Or am i just talking to myself...haha i must be delusional.... F*** wadeva...

If anyone were to read this they would be pissed anyway. After MIA for a month I come back to tell you guys ( if there is even anyone at all ) that I might be temporarily closing this blog for about 4 more months... curse if you must, kick me at the back of my head if you must. shotgun me down also can, but face the equivalent. So that's that... seeya in 4 months time, or at least myself XP.

Os Os Os Os Os poly JC poly JC poly JC...

[end transmission]...

Love is a Fallacy

2007-06-03T11:28:00.000+08:00

by: Max Shulman

Haha it has really been a long time since I last blogged. For those of you who make frequent visits, I'm really sorry to disappoint your for the last 3 weeks or so.

I've been busy with my art project, and even so, progress is really slow...
So let me start with something new. Below is a story my sis had in her english file a loong loong time ago... Please be patient. Its gonna be a very dry and long one.

Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute--I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, as precise as a chemist's scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And--Think of it!--I was only eighteen.

It id not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Bellows, my roommate at the university. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the negative of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender yourself to idiocy just because everyone else is doing it--this, to me, is an acme of mindlessness. Not however, to Petey.

One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. " Don't Move," I said. "Don't take a laxative. I'll get a doctor."

"Raccoon." he mumbled thickly.

"Raccoon?" I said, pausing in my flight.

"I want a raccoon coat," he wailed.

I perceived that his trouble was not physical, but mental. "why do you want a raccoon coat?"

"I should have known it," he cried, pounding his temples. "I should have known they'd come back when the Charleston came back. Like a fool I spent all my money for textbooks, and now I can't get a raccoon coat."

"Can you mean," I said incredulously, that people are actually wearing raccoon coats again?"

"All the Big Men on campus are wearing them. Where've you been?"

"In the library," I said, naming a place not frequented by big men on campus.

He leaped from the bed and paced the room. "I've got to have a racoon coat,"he said passionately. "I've got to!"

"Petey, Why? look at it rationally. Raccoon coats are unsanitary, They shed. They smell bad. They weigh too much. They're unsightly. They--"

"You don't understand," he interupted impatiently. "It's the thing to do. Don't you want to be in the swim?"

"No," I said truthfully.

"well, I do," he declared. "I'd give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!"

My brain, that precision instrument, skipped into high gear. "Anything?" I asked, looking at him narrowly.

"Anything," he affirmed in ringing tones.

I stroked my chin Thoughtfully. It so happened that i kew where to get my hands on a raccoon coat. My father had had one in his undergraduate days; it lay now in his trunk in the attic back home. It also happened that Petey had something I wanted. He didn't have it exactly, but at lest he had rights on it. I refer to his girl, Polly Espy...

(to be continued)

it's really long...Really

Acoostick or Claassick

2007-05-19T23:19:00.000+08:00

Viewer’s discretion is advised, the following contains graphic detail of 100% pure Idiocy.

Whatever…Like anyone would care, go ahead, stomach this then…

So I found myself really interested in guitars so I decided to write about it.

The piano and I? Well it seems like it didn’t work out too well. : PSo what’s the deal between an acoustic guitar and a classical 1.Well first of all, Sound. The classical guitar has 3 metal strings and 3 nylon 1s, whereas the acoustic 1 has 6 metal strings. This gives rise to a more metallic “twang”. (Well Duh~!)

What am I to say all these things, I’m just another plain enthusiast, a newbie, and you can call me a NOOB it you want.

Haha people use a tuner, I use this… I think I’d be better off playing an accordion if I continue like this.

What’s with the acoustic guitar anyway? The strings are so thin. Elevated more than half a cm from the frets, imagine putting pressure on your fingers touching a knife edge. Ouch. (Blood sprays relentlessly) the last string, is 0.11mm thick @_@ 4 times thinner than a normal pencil lead. You’re gonna need thimbles or something, or at least fingers of steel.Damn~! I still can’t get the strumming right…missing notes, over strumming, fingernails getting caught in the strings.The current broken song I am playing is “time of your life” by Greenday. Obviously Greenday seems like one of the more popular ones. Correct me if I am wrong. Not too baD a progress since I only took up guitar for merely a week. Chasing cars by snow patrol has a really lame intro… wake me up when September ends… I got stuck at hmm ironically, the 3rd line at “wake me up when September ends…” How embarrassing. BAD fingering; going off pitch. Let’s not talk about “more than words”, I can’t even go past the first line…Any Guitar experts out there, who have received professional training, please do teach me how to do it right…. The comment link is always available, so is my tagboard.Thanks

He Do

2007-05-15T16:32:00.000+08:00

Cute...Some random short film I found on youtube... +P

Feeling Muggish~

2007-05-14T10:35:00.000+08:00

Wootness~! I finally got my very own study corner~!!!

The balcony behind our 5 room flat, the best place to house a study corner. with adequate lighting, mild wind speeds for a comfortable environment. What else is there to ask for?

A bookshelf right beside it, for easy excess to my "treasures".

Oh yes HaHa~! Fogot to tell you guys, I've just (very) recently took interest in guitar. Nope, its not new, in fact I think my sis bought it when I was around 5? You do the Math. So when I'm bored or if i need a rest, the guitar can come to my aid. I can practise a few songs, currently just the ever popular "time of your life" and "wake me up when september ends" both by greenday.

I sit on my chair, look at the beautiful garden and strum a few tunes befor getting back to work. Speaking of which, I need a strummer. Coz my strumming kinda sucks, I don't even know when to use my thumb or my index finger so my fingernails just get caught in the strings ~lol, pathetic...Ah Yes, What's a mugger without his food?~ A dead mugger =P Fridge for easy access to food and drinks.

As I was saying earlier, Our little garden is a good place to relax our eyes from our strenuous activity.

The Perfect study corner... I think I'm starting to like it already...just thinking about it makes me feel muggish all over... Well I GTG Mug Social studies for tomorrow >_< Wish me luck...

OMFG~!

2007-05-09T22:34:00.000+08:00

OMFG~!OMFG~!
OMFG~!OMFG~!
OMFG~!OMFG~!

I need a model for my art project soon, it's almost june, school terms are almost over, I'm almost screwed.
WHO CAN SAVE ME~! PLEASE~!

Pretty Face

2007-05-03T20:16:00.000+08:00

HRAH Rambo me is gonna ramble on and on today.
Ready?

3...

2...

1...

Lets go.

So Yesterday I went to parkway for dinner with Mu Yao Andrew n Jordan after art lessons which an utter a waste of time coz we do nothing after Physics SPA Make up after I had to rush home to get my Physics practical file and book after a long day of school.

We ate at Burger king we bought the kewl spidey meal which turned was anything but cool the cheesy turkey bacan chicken burger was dry and it was upsized so i was absolutely full. After that jordan suddenly had to go talk to his friend whose name was nicole and her counterpart was a guy who was smoking. I can't stand people who smoke so i wonder how she puts up with him so then jordan came back and so I wondered what was so important that he has to attend to his other group so haiz

So I bought a cute maybe not so quite la minitoons pencil box actually its quite cool. Then Me and Jordan and Andrew went to 77th street so i could buy a pair of green shoe laces and a pair of orange shoe laces.

I can believe it because today i brought my bright orange shoelaces to school and it contrasted with the partial blue of my shoes i so i was surprised nobody caught me so this is great which means i can wear them to school from now onwards.

I simply love them coz they are really stand out and make my day a brighter day when i go to school everyday which is good coz school is boring and always very monotonous.

Ah yes I must talk about this girl. She is 17 years old and she's from america. I saw photos of her while researching and ideaforming for my art project. the more i look at her the more i admire her. i think i'm crushing on her beautify face its like it was a perfect creation by god but then she had to wreck it by adding lip rings and smoke, of all things smoke =.= but nevertheless she was really pretty. i could show you all photos of her but i think its my own definition of absolute beauty so you may appreciate it you may not.

Simply gorgeous don't you think so so she is also really talented as her photography skills are like superb godly overkill, i show you her photo gallery @ http://whorer-movie.deviantart.com/

I wish to know how she does it, her skills, her narcissism is intoxicating cute no doubt to a certain extent altough what a pitty she doesnt like to smile infront of photos, Gothic...Emo and er maybe not gay...

Okay enuf of my total admiration or rather pilgrimage woh i can't believe this is still an understatement maybe there is no word in the flawed human language that is able to discribe my feelings right now.

Woh ER so I think, i think this is gonna be my first and last time i am going to ramble coz i cannot resist the temptation to press comma and period haha
besides it would be really hard for you to read and you might get frustrated and stop patronising my blog... :P

This might be a colourful side-effect of my incredibly bright shoelaces.
Tah Tah I have to rush off to do REALLY catch up with my precious art work course work

Derrick
[Signing Off]

PS*setting the trend

BLEACH~!

2007-04-30T22:48:00.000+08:00

Aw man... this is a really catchy tune, from bleach 11th ending,
Entitled "tsumasaki"(爪先)

Ah, there's nothing to write about today, today sucks~!
Every single thing I wanted was out of stock =__=!!!

Now she's Gone...

2007-04-28T16:57:00.000+08:00

Sorry guys, its been awhile since I last blogged. It's just that this weeks not a very good week for me. I've been quite gloomy lately. Everyday I come home, all I want to do is sleep,its not like me at all to do nothing but sleep, well maybe sometimes its like me but this is different.

Maybe I am trying to run away from reality, to get away from the life of a student. I have lost all drive to study. What's the point of all this? I ask myself. If anyone has a good reason, do tell...

Till today, I guess things haven't changed. I've got no motivation, nothing to work towards. No goals to achieve, no targets to meet, no future to grasp. What is life? That short study streak, was just a desperate attempt to impress no one. Who am I kidding. I'm no good at studies. I just cramp everything in within a week and puke everything back out during the exams. Nothing left inside afterwards.

Constant Depression is stressful.

Oversleeping just gives me more headaches. Just when you thought sleeping more makes you feel better, It just gets worse. Painkillers are just short term...What a drag...

Alot of things have happened this week, one of which is the death of my grandmother. It wasn't much of a blow really, I kinda expected it. She was 87 years old, only time would tell. I just didn't expect it to be so soon. One thing I truly regretted was that I did not get to see her for the last time. The last time I saw her alive was when she was already ill. Down with a lung infection, rumour has is that i spread a flu bug to her. >__< We have no idea. I did took a photo for my art project though, but it turned out to be my last photo of her... Next morning was a tuesday, early in the morning, I saw her on the couch next to me. I ate my breakfast and told her I was leaving for school. I said goodbye to her but she could only murmur a "ei ai". I guess that would have counted as my last goodbye to her. That day she was admitted to the hospital. I came back from school, only to fall onto the bed out cold. My mother asked me whether I wanted to go visit her at the hospital. I said I was too tired. How idiotic of me...Giving such an excuse just because I was lazy. Well at that time she had already fallen into a coma in the ICU. Wednesday, I was having an english mock test in school when i was called to leave the class. I was stunned. The attendant told me to wait for my dad in the general office. At that time all they told me was that my grandma was seriously ill. So I waited at the general office. There I was accompanied by Mr Maran, who talked abit about his younger days and all. My dad came along with my bro-in-law, they told me that my grandma had passed away. So we rushed off to the hospital. There I saw my Grandma on the bed, motionless. quite a number of my family members were there. I could sense the heavy atmosphere. She was surprisingly peaceful, I could even see the smile on her face, though her breath had already stopped. There I talked to her. It was a weird feeling, to talk to someone who does not respond. So I waited, the elders were discussing about her funeral and stuff. Well then I was sent back to school as I had chemistry SPA on that day.

So we held a 3 day funeral for her, it wasn't a big one, as they said, "why bother having an elaborate funeral if you could have treated her better when she was alive". I guess I would have to agree on that one. On thursday night, we had this ritual, to pay our respects to her as the reverend open the "buddha gates". I was skeptical about these kind of stuff, but had to play along anyway. =/ I AM AN AGNOSTIC.. Argh...personally I don't really believe in spirits that would linger around the house after they are dead, but what the heck.

So after many kneels and prays later, it was over. Next morning which was a friday, I had to send my grandma off to the crematorium.More praying... All the women were crying as they say her face for the last time, while the men just stood there emotionless. I wonder how you women do that. Pouring out your emotions like the Niagara falls. Sorry, I am being quite insensitive here. So, the walk without shoes...looking like fools. At the crematorium, more praying... My hands had gone all red with the cheap paint from the joss sticks, but hey, they made the entry into the furnace really dramatic and hi-tech, everything including the "doors" were automated. After everything, they told us to throw our socks away. Lol, I had to throw my VS socks away. You know what was worse, my sis had to throw her nike socks LMAO. So we washed our faces and hands with flower water. (hey i still smelt like joss sticks afterwards)

Lots more to come, including bone picking(urgh) and lots more praying and offerings. =/
Well that concludes the journey of my grandma, wherever she is now, I hope she's happy.

Tired me went back home to sleep again...

Derrick
[Signing Off]

Sunday the 15th: Chinatown

2007-04-16T18:47:00.000+08:00

What do you know, friday the 13 came 2 days late this year.

On Sunday afternoon, under the hot heat, I travelled to Chinatown to take a look at the conditions and lifestyles of the elderly there. And at the same time, shoot them with my camera.

I took about a hundred odd shots, mostly in secrecy, because first of all, I want to take them as they proceed on with life. Secondly, I did not want to attract too much attention, which I already was when I held the camera while pointing in their general direction.

A hundred odd. To one may seem alot, but to an artist, its a meagre sum, accounting for the fact that most of them are crappy.

I feel like crying, a whole afternoon, under such harsh conditions, was wasted. All my photographs did not pass the scrutiny of my art teachers, and I feel that it would not pass by anyones standards anyway. F**ked up camera screwed me up. Everything went wrong. The camera was trash in itself. It was beyond salvaging. Noise, blur, bad picture quality, anything that would have gone wrong went wrong.

Argh~! Whats lost is lost, might as well just move on and forget the whole matter. It was evening time when i stopped shooting. My memory stick was full. Blessing or curse? For the very first time, definitely a blessing in disguise. So I went over to bugis Junction to buy a bag, preferably a crumpler. On the way, I saw Lau Wee Yen. Yong Yi, hear this, he has degraded himself to a point where we can call Ah Bengs. Sad case really.

Ah well, So I went over to the wallet shop. My god, girl bags priced at $26. Boo~! A decent Billabong? $60+ WTH~! Nike, so small, $45 @__=. Next, went over to converse. $65 -__-, Starting to get tired here, walked to Sports shop, Nike, $80+... Should I buy or should i not. I decided to take a look at the wallet shop again, hoping to make a decision. X- no answer.

Walked around bugis market, Ink, Sucks, $33 haggleable, not worth it, material sucked. Went back to the wallet shop again... No Hope.

As a last resort of desperation, I decided to check Seiyu Out, Stupid me. Why didn't I take a look there first... Blame myself for it. Idiot Derrick. Adidas, $70+. Outrageously expensive. Billabong, $80 WTH again. Finally after so long, I fell in love with this Big-ass kicking Outgear Laptop bag, Can you ever imagine? An outdoor laptop bag. The "muscle" of Slings. $46, I had High hopes for it. I saw great potential in that bag. We were fated to be together, So i bought it without hesitation.

In conclusion, Shopping SUCKS~!!
I'll never forget this, The next time I'll ever shop again, is the day that I get a girlfriend...
Hey girls, tell me why you guys love shopping so much, I would very much like to hear you guys out.

Anyway, today I saw this on discovery channel. The programme was entitled "Tribe" documented by Bruce Parry.

There was this particular ritual song that caught my attention.

It translated "...Make love to a woman,

You'll feel relaxed.

Make love to a woman,

You'll fight better..." *repeats as if they are chanting.

Wtf...( shows use hands to eat like Indian pose )*

Okay... that was really~really~really quite disturbing, Maybe I should stop watching this programme. Haiz, Primitive Aboriginals...What else can I say...

Derrick

[Signing Off]

This is the final chapter...

2007-04-15T12:45:00.000+08:00

of the book that I can safely say that we're ~DYING~ to close.
Well, Most of us really...

This is the end; the end to a new beginning.

In the blink of an eye, 4 years have passed. Through my 4 years of scouting in VS ( in addition to 4 more years in primary school), I have learnt many things, my strengths, my weaknesses. I have learnt to appreciate myself more, to understand myself better.

PEOPLE LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE

If one lives with criticism, He learns to condemn
If one lives with hostility, He learns to fight
If one lives with ridicule, He learns to be shy
If one lives with shame, He learns to feel guilty
If one lives with tolerance, He learns to be patient
If one lives with encouragement, He learns confidence
If one lives with praise, He learns to appreciate
If one lives with fairness, He learns justice
If one lives with security, He learns to have faith
If one lives with approval, He learns to like himself
If one lives with acceptance and friendship,
He learns to find love in the world.

Doesn't all these seem familar to you? It doesn't just apply to children, it applies to all.
originals from Children Learn What They Live by Dorothy Law Nolte

To all who think Scouting is all just a waste of time:
Complaining will get you nowhere. Start a change, if not, cataylize one. After all, the title belongs to you.
Our last meeting was a blast, the frisbee tourney turned out to be one of the littlest Memoriable moments that we had. The winners got their well deserved rewards, a bag of chips and a bottle of coke right infront of the losers. While the losers, well, they faced their just punishment. dipping their hands into icy cold water that was once the storage place for the 1.5 litre coke bottle. What the heck, the punished enjoyed it anywayz. And that's not the end, Xurong was our next target. That I shan't go into too much detail...

Needless to say, our last day calls for a well-deserved celebration. We arrived @ swensen's @ suntec for dinner.Dinner was fantastic, then came desert, sticky chewy chocolatey goodness. EARTHQUAKE~!!!

Time to foot the bill: $172.90 Xian Yi, being the Tao Kay and all...

Personally i feel that the service in Swensen's is really substandard. Better buck up guys, or i'll start to reconsider going to your place...

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, the bowling alleys were full, movies were out of the question, so we went around in squares in Marina Square. Window shopping... Very nice~! Spotted a bag I liked.

Oh yea, I borrowed Adriel's Oakey specs, they're really cool...just not on me.

HAHA~! comical isnt it, well at least I felt I was worth $400 ( inference - i am worthless )

Well, this is the end, I shall have to honours of closing my own book,
Best wishes to all the rest with your campfire, we'll be there if you need us.

Derrick

[Signing Off]

ごめん~!

2007-04-13T23:35:00.000+08:00

Argh, I feel really bad today. I made my mom angry again.

ごめんなさい~! *(gomennasai- means Sorry)

Over dinner at "Black Board". I voiced out from the corner of my mouth, I was thinking of giving up learning Chinese. I don't know. Chinese is like a foreign language to me now. I am hardly able to speak fluently in mandarin. I often stop every now and then just to squeeze out a simple word of thought.

I had my 2nd prelim MT oral examination. It was then i realised how bad my chinese was. The examiner, my chinese teacher, was scrunching up his face every now and then, trying his very best to decipher what i was trying to say.

My chinese roots are rotting away. I am in dire need of help. If i do not pass my chinese, I am bound to get stranded in the middle of nowhere. Tertiary education requires at least a D7 grade.

What shall I do?!

SO...my dad told my mum, she really fumed up. It was unlike her, I was updating my word bank then, she took her usual stance, and used her iduce guilt technique. suaned me like there was no tomorrow. Naturally, my rebuttals were no good. I told her I was doing work on the computer. She would not believe me even though I merely stated the truth. I was crushed. Then she stormed off with a "So how many hours have you been on the computer, you better switch it off now."

2 minutes later, she came back. Her ever intimidating stare with her muscular eyes straight for 5 minutes overwehlmed me. I would not dare go against her eyes of fury. They were truly scary.

Well I better be off now, before she starts to shoot laser beams from her eyes.

Derrick
[Signing off]

In a Flash

2007-04-12T16:12:00.001+08:00

Grreat SuccessS~a~!
I passed my 2.4km Run!!!

HaHa I guess I made it seemed like a great achievement. Though I think it was a great achievement by my standards. Do I hear echoes of "Cheh~!" behind my computer screen?

Okay. Fine. I'm not as good as all of you out there, but please do hear me out.

I've had asthma at a tender age of 9. Ever since then my condition did not improve, even after changing types of medicine several times. In fact, it just got worse and worse. Swimming didnt help either. It took me 5 years just to get to Gold. I can't even beat gold star now. I used to be able to climb the Great Wall of China with ease. Now, 7 stories seems like a chore.

Well back to the run, I guess it was determination that got me through, even though 14 minutes & 8 Seconds is really an awful timing. I was satisfied*. (This is an understatement. The right word would be Exhilarated.) At least it guarantees me a place in bronze. Gold is so near, yet so far. Haiz~...

The last 200m stretch was a killer. I Pushed myself hard, ignoring the cries of pain and anguish of my muscles. "We Need more energy~!!!" *Cough* *Pant* *Squeeze*. Sounds of the teachers cheering us on made me push harder. LoL~! Trails of Weird noises followed me through the finish line. Involuntary moans for the first time. ArGH, It sounded worse than my panting. Awful stuff.

I'm really in a good mood today, it's contrasting with my blog. Nice for a change once in a while don't you think?

Derrick
[Singing off]
la la-la la-la

Mugger me~!

2007-04-03T22:12:00.000+08:00

Ho Ho~! It's Mugging time.

Its already april, 4 months since the start of the year. 6 months to the O levels. 4 months to 2nd prelims. About 5 weeks to 1st prelims. Mr. chronosphere is definitely not on our side. Better to be safe than sorry. Guys~; My advice to yawl, better get started, this goes out especially to fellow AEP-ers.

Although I have to say I might be paranoid. But as they say, only the paranoid survives.

I have to say, although I have completed 6 sets of Maths homework today(~!) which is really no mean feat, is really, well, just a meagle sum. A whole stack of Maths papers (A&E) from various schools for the past few years were distributed to us today. Heaven or hell? I'll let you decide.

But for 1 thing, It would Really be good if you were to treat it like heaven. Only then will I assure you that you'll have no problem.

Photo taking day~!

Sad to say, I have not grown much at all. Seeing all my friends shoot 1 head above me seems intimidating. And to think only my father is taller than me by a few cm. Its Sad. Anywayz ah, I spent about 5-10 minutes on my tie and hair. LOL I guess this was one of the few narcissistic days of mine. The other was my IC photo shoot, well That was waAay back.

Now, somehow I kinda had the emo kid look. Darken eye lids due to my sleepless nights, VveryY Loong Hair by school standards. I swear it was all a coincidence. The last time I had gone for a haircut was on lunar new year's eve. I told the barber to cut short, but he left me with a tail in front. he said this:" there cut short not nice, must leave long...". Okaayyy....

Yar, Have to admit, My hair is pretty darn long, soon it might even cover my eye, but I have decided not to cut it unless I am told to do so. For now, I'll Just hide it neatly within the depths of the "forest" of black.

;p I am a bad boy ain't I. Think of the lengths people go to, just to look good.

...

Ok~Ok~ Maybe I'm just lazy...

Oh well, wish me luck not getting caught by Mr Chia. Cheers.

Derrick

[Signing off]

...

2007-04-01T12:35:00.000+08:00

I have something to confess...

I AM GAY~!!!
(~shock~)
(~gasp~)
(~faint~)

NOT~!~
Happy april fools' day to all you guys out there who wished it happened in school.

Pissing on Life

2007-03-31T23:50:00.000+08:00

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I am REALLY REALLY REALLY FREAKIN' PISSED OFF

LIFE REALLY SUCKS~!!! PERIOD

That is all...

Argh, I can't even be bothered to sign off...

Ignorance TruLy is Bliss...

2007-03-28T01:48:00.005+08:00

It has been a long time since I last felt that my morning started at 10.45 am.

Finally, the sweet notion of lying my lifeless head on the table began to take flight. a few others knocked out before me. And the dark green desk was too tempting I suppose. Soon my vision went blur. All around me I could see twirling figures in "white sheets" that seemed like floating table cloth. Some of which even began to loom over my head. (Oh, no wait, those are the blades of the fan. HaHa, silly me ':P) I could not beat the sand man, even if i had 10 cups of coffee. Maybe even a hundred won't even cut close. Ok Ok. Maybe that was too much of an exaggeration. But seriously, washing my face certainly did nothing good at all. Well, so I gave in. You might say I'm weak, but I treat it as a reward, even though i got through that in an unglam way.

What surprised me the most was that our physics teacher, Mr Ng , didn't even cluck. Guess what, I was right in front of him...

Seriously Serious! He is that bad, its like he has selective sight and hearing or something. He concentrates mostly on the right half of the class, I wonder. It's not like he had blacklisted me or anyone else for that matter, but the fact that he refuses to answer some of our questions really does get on our nerves. ME, OBVIOUSLY aspiring to be an A* student (cheh bah!) would tend to ask more questions regarding the topics that he teaches. However, He Daoz me like we're from different ends of the earth...Or maybe it is the supernatural phenomenal occurance that sound waves bend past his eardrums and the syllables are not heard properly. True, maybe I'm being EVIL, curse me if need be, but it's the sad fact.

I've known him since sec 2, he is a very kind person, but he certainly cannot teach a large group of students. I wondered how I survived this long...

Anywayz. Enough of cursing teachers, On to Higher Art. Manz, I've just realised only today that my remaining work had increased tenfold, and I've only got 2 MORE DAYS~~~ArGH!!! This really sucks. So, I guess I'll Start with a To Do list for my report.

HeRe are as follows:::

1) Design the signages for Playground- include details such as name of playground, explanation of playground and safety precautions, as well as the design.
2) Show Development of Ideas through step by step sketches and drawings- ibxlude testing various other designs and experiment with different colour schemes.
3) Give explanation for the individual playground equipment/components.
4) Pump in more personal responses into my Essay.
5) Improve in the design area.

Wish Me Luck~!
ARgH~!!!
I'm wasting too much time blogging, MUST GET BACK TO WORK!!!!!

[Derrick]
[Signing off]

Ghotte : Sounds of a fish

2007-03-22T23:48:00.000+08:00

The end was tragic, the end of the week to be exact.

The deadline of my art paper was drawing closer and closer. Endless nights of Project work highlighted my day.(or Should i say "lowdarken") For the last 3 days, I had only slept for 3 hrs per day. And that was not the end, ten tonnes of homework lined my desk, and the invitations to our school's Campfire was yet to be completed. I was tight for time. I mean REALLY SEROUSLY tight for time. It seem as though the hands of clock at the back of the hall were slowly creeping up to my neck. Slowly but surely wrapping its fingers around my neck, and strangling me to death. =/ too much of an overstatement i guess...don't you think so.

Why didn't god create 48 hour days? I wonder...

I officially screwed up my prelim 2 oral examination, Mr Hazrin told us that we reading continuously without pausing and leaving any room for the teacher to prompt you, and by not doing so lose marks. So I heeded his advice, and followed it through and through. Mr Ee Poh Lam was our tester. All was well for the passage reading. Then came the picture discussion, I began interpreting the picture like I did 5 minutes earlier.

Then the unexpected really caught me off guard. I mean what the hell! I was reading half way and he suddenly prompted me. I was kinda stunned for a moment, but manage to regain my composure to continue.

But whadaya know, He started bombarding me with more questions. And even asked questions that I HAVE ALREADY ANSWERED. OMFG!!! All my preparation went up in flames!!! At the end, the barrage of blasted questions left me truely shaken. @.<

But I guess it was partially my fault too. I was nervous. My thoughts were kinda jumbled up which made my whole speech largely incoherent. I also could not get some of my pronunciation right. This brings me to my blog title "ghotte". I got this from Mr Ikwan, and I wish to share it with you all. Ghotte in an unorthodox way of pronunciation spells as fish. Gh is derived from rough(f) O is derived from women(i) S i think from silent letter tsunami and 1 more which I cant figure out. Clear pronunciation makes all the difference. Just something to note i Guess.

ARGH! CURSE YOU BUZZ LIGHTYEAR! My Cable skiing course got postponed to NEXT TERM!!!. And I was really looking forward to that to0... Well the story goes like this. One guy got a stroke while cable skiing and he collapsed into the water. He was in critical condition, and was taken to the hospital. After which the PE department had to do a review of the cable skiing course... The cause of him getting a stroke isn't even because of falling into water or anything. Maybe it was ecitement or fear or shock or something. Ok Ok. I know its a sensitive issue.Its not his fault. I won't mention a word after this.

I FAILED MY GEOGRAPHY EXAM!!! OMFG. T^T I really failed badly. 18/100 is really an incorrigible mark.

Yeah yeah I know my other subjects are good, but thats not the point. something is only as strong as its weakess link And of all subjects, a compulsory humanities subject is my weakest link. How can I go to a good JC with 17 pts... I am seriously worried. My future and life is hanging precariously on my art projects. Not a single slip-up.

I really won't be getting any where with my kind of results. Same applies to every single one of you out there. Better Buck Up Guys~!

[Derrick]
signing off

The Maid

2007-03-19T22:51:00.000+08:00

It was time.

Soon, the world would fall into darkness with the arrival of the maid. All hope will be lost. A widespread of fear and paranoia would be seen on all our faces as the maid makes her assent from the depths of ~HELL~!

Nah~Just kidding. I don't know how this wa the first thing to pop out of my head. LoL, I mean come on, Corny movie title, corny storyboard. Corny Movie. Its an utter waste of money.

Anywayzz, today is the arrival date of our maid. Its the first time we've ever employed one to be honest. I was both excited and nervous at the same time. Well when I first saw her stepped into our house, I guess she left a fairly good impression on us. She showed Care and concern, initiative and promptness. I'm not too sure about her real name, but we call her Nur, She's Indonesian. So I somehow expected striking conversations with her would be a challenge. My Mum insisted on an indonesian because they were "cheaper"... Oh well, as the chinese saying goes, 一分钱一份货(no errors I hope). Yea~Its certainly going to be a hard and long journey ahead with tonnes of hiccups here and there. Maybe its time I learnt abit of malay myself.

...School was a Drag today, the weather was so gloomy, I had to rush a weeks worth of Maths holiday homework during school hours coz i was busy the whole week before. Mdm Ernie wasn't too keen on giving us extensions despite our pleas... Oh well, Life's like that. What to do? Oh, but there were some stuff that lifted my spirits a little. And it was the Atrocious translation of Chinarians. Mr Hazrin, our English teacher showed us several slides of the hebei baoding china trip during the holidays. Man, i couldn't stop laughing-外滨宾馆= hotel for aliens?!?! FTW. others like "Do not throw your rubbish away"? " Please conserve the cultural relics, no scratch"
Yeah~... It's that bad. But i guess it cant be as bad as Japan. Haiz.

Anyway so after school, we had to rush of to Nanyang Accadamy of Fine Arts to take a look at their exhibitions. I almost felt that it was a total waste of time... The place was packed with schools including our "close" cousins Siglap Sec School. Squeezing through places like cans of sardines just to take a peek at the artworks and leave. Most of the works arn't that great either (not saying that i'm any better though) but given that they have 6 months to prepare like we do, I don't see why some of them don't seem to be able to deliver. Although there's this 1 guy i must point out. His name is Allen Lee.( too bad we're not allowed to take any photographs.) That guy was outrageously Outstanding. His artwork really stood out from the crowd. A super realist painting of himself at 3 different times or angles... not too sure myself coz i could not get a good hard look at his work. Well, but other than that piece, the others much like crap' ( everyone's a critic, i suppose ) I would much rather have spent that kind of time on something more productive like my own art project..

So What's the moral of the story today?

Don't be a freaking POSER! =P

[Derrick]

signing off

Life Till This Date

2007-03-18T23:10:00.000+08:00

Hi guys.
After long months of contemplation, I've finally decided to open up MY FIRST BLOG. First post YaY~! But on a more serious note, I've never written an online Journal of any sort so this will be my first. Pardon my language if it is inappropriate at times. Yea... So Here goes...

Sunday, Some say the end of every week, others say the start. I say it's no different from any other day. Tuitions, Heaps of mountains of home work to plow through that keeps replenishing itself, projects to complete, a weekly schedule of CCA meetings to keep track of. It's a never ending vicious cycle that will soon drag down with it the true purpose of my existance.

Routines, routines, routines.

Some how i really wish the world could be an army of robots. Solid cold hard steel that ain't got the word suffering in their dictionary. They don't feel pain and agony. They don't die. Damaged parts can be repaired, unlike us humans, fragile and subjected to illness, injury and inevitably...death. ( Crap. I think I'm pumping in too much emo. )

Well enough of that...on to the day itself. Its the Last day of the school Holidays, Tuition at 8.30 in the morning... I mean come on, who wakes up at 7am on a Sunday... Back home by 11am, got started with my E maths. Haiz. Damn those distractions. family, TV, Computer, baby Jamie... I mean, who could resist my cute lil' cubby cheeks. ( I'm embarrassing myself arn't I? )

Those long hours of Math Jamming, Art Cramming and Chemistry Exploding, I've had ENOUGH!. I'm Tired, restless, and agitated. Why? Why treat me like this? Oh, Cruel world, when will you ever leave me alone??

At Night, Princess Jamie arrived in her "Royal Sedan" a.k.a. the pram. all eyes turned to her. I guess she is truely a Baby magnet.

The phantom of the Opera like WTFish. I can't believe anyone can stand 2 hours of singing straight. Me and my brother-in-law were like Huh? I could fall asleep listening to their Oprah style Singing.

Anywayz. thats about it Folks. A bore ain't it. But just for your info, I won't be able to post on a daily basis so don't go checking on it every single day.

Also, If anyone can offer me help in solving this blogger problem of not being able to load any templates, do feel free to post it in the comments.

[Derrick]
Signing off