Think I hit a nerve there.
*Sniggers*

Woooo Laughter House!!!!

Dialogue in the Dark today....Hmm....
Personally I wasn't exactly wow'ed by the content of this tour apart from the exciting comments (but not spoilers) from some others who have been through it before.
Alas, of course the whole point of it was for us to experience what it was like to be blind and making your way around in absolute darkness, but the content wasn't very colorful per se. In the sense that adventure was lacking.
Our tour guide (partially blind) led us through a jungle-like area first, then finding a statue of Sir Stamford Raffles with his name imprinted on the stand of the statue. Just a replica, so yea.
Then we sat on a....boat? According to him, it was a REAL boat, and it was floating on water. Well yea there really WAS water underneath cause I found the bottom of the "sea bed" with my white cane and there was water dripping off the cane when I retrieved it.
Guess what's cool!? We sailed out of the Singapore River! Yea well, lame.
Reached Chinatown. I was quite sure the car we found in there was a Ford though. Oval shaped car brand logo?
The Chinatown market was pretty cool though.
We first came upon a road with a traffic light. Of course we aren't supposed to see the colors even if there really was cause we're supposed to be 'blind'. There was even the button to press on the traffic light! And there was even that sound for pedestrian crossing, that rapidly repetitive one. Well of course, since we're blind and need to know when we can cross right like duh *rolls eyes*.
After we crossed the road we reached the market, and wow, there was REAL food along the streets. Fruits, apples, potatoes and stuff. It even had smell.
After the car we found someones house, like those corridor HDB like Crayon Choo got those metal corridor side windows and grilled doors.
Finally reached a cafe. There was a bar counter there where we were served drinks. Got music some more. And no, the drinks are not free, it's $1 a packet. Yes, PACKET DRINKS FOR $1.
Sat down talk cock sing song awhile and we were out in the light like finally! Some dude came to debrief us, talked some shit, then balek already.
Not say a waste of time but what I was anticipating the most was that we might get to actually SEE stuff in that horrible maze but nah. They said: Nah, pass. LOL kidding.
That was about all, if there might be any NP student out there who comes across this spoiler and expecting to tour it for WISP in the near future too bad la.
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Oh by the way, this tour is NOT fking free for anyone else not part of WISP classes.
If your feeling kay poh you can visit http://www.dialogue-in-the-dark.com/
Can check out the prices, other such tours around the world blah blah blah.
And if your still feeling bored you can check this out:

Do watch all 3 episiodes, but proceed with caution Charlieeeeeeeeeeeeeee LOL!!!!

Went to watch Paranormal Activity with oli gary brandon and rain.
One word to describe it: DISTURBING
Ok but that's not the point.
Do you remember the VISA advertisement?
In Japan without a Yen? In Vietnam without a Dong?

Yea and that guy dancing with his VISA card looks JUST like someone.
And that someone lives in the west and is one of my links HAHAHA!
Can you guess who!?

Just remembered something.
Was at oli's place with cy in the afternoon when he showed us some youtube clips boasting the power of some cars, namely the Lancer Evo, WRX STI Impreza, and a Nissan GTR one to entertain cy.

Some people in the world are so filthy rich, supercars are just some toys for them to play around with like how we played Hot Wheels toy cars in our childhood.
It's damn sickening to see how these people toy around with their cars like little kids, yet orgasmic just to see and hear a Lamborghini Murchielago LP-640 roar down the streets for a measly 2 seconds, then that's it, entertainments over.
Many people debate the R8's rights to be in the league of supercars, but with the new 5.2 litre V10 FSI engine it boosts the this German supermodel up to 525 HP, and best of all, corners tight bends like a beast on it's 4WD, leaving little room for the argument. I'd go to jail for a lifetime just to drive in one of these for a day (that is if 2012 is indeed the end lol).
Off to bed, meeting Gary to whack the gym at oli's condo in the morning.
Just to share some good stuff (and pardon the alien language in the video).
Enjoy, the allure of the Audi!

What's the stupidest thing you've ever blurted from your mouth?
Mine was while ordering a drink:
"Uh......烧的 ice milo."

Simon Cowell said: "Your full, of indulgent, nonsense."

Oh, I was just reading someones blog, and that reminded me to say something Ive always wanted to.
Blogging about "I did this and I did that today" make the best sleeping pills....
....like ever, period.

Hungry, can't sleep, bored.
So I flipped through Sunday's lifestyle papers.
Here's our topic of the week:
Are hot pants too sexy for street wear?
My first reaction, lol?
Your either a 60 year old back alley hag or came from the Mainland to think that way. It's almost end of the world and there's people still thinking like that? In Singapore?!?!
Here's one, 53 year old housewife says: I see so many students wearing these shorts. They portray such a slutty image, I wouldn't even wear them at home.
That makes you no better from those who wrap themselves in cloth from head to toes and fingers and be fearful of leering men and their lustful eyes.
But you can be damn sure that you have heard of girls getting angry and pissed off with guys who ogle at them. If you care so much to dress yourself so revealingly, why the effort to feel resentment towards others who look at you. The whole idea is you want to make yourself look beautiful and sexy, but doesn't it defeat the whole purpose if you don't want people to look at you when you dress this way.
Don't take it the wrong way either, if I look at you, means you look great right? So that is a good thing for you. But there's this kind of guys who see things in a different perspective.
Matthew Ong, 17, told Lifestyle: They wear shorts for us to see. If the girls don't have nice legs, then we just have to avert our eyes.
FUCKING immature and disgraceful comment. So this is what girls mean to you? Eye candy and loads of attention. That is fking AH BENG.
I don't deny that I spend 70% of the time my eyes are open stealing glances at a hot babe on a bus or somewhere in Makanplace, but please, at least have the decency not to tell the world that you have no respect for females and putting a bad word in for us guys in general. If that's the way you like it, go set yourself a tent somewhere along Geylang, though I doubt there's much left these days.
What girls choose to wear is through their own discretion, many comment that hot pants are more comfortable to wear as the weather in Singapore can be a real bitch. But at the same time there is a so-called "price to pay" for flaunting their legs. Most of them understand the attention caused for doing, but those who get bitchy about people staring at them need to wake up their idea and grow some brains.
Discussions' over
Take 2 at sleeping. Bai.

So they kept asking what did he do to make me hate him so much.
Honestly I'm not too sure myself, maybe I was feeling really bitchy that night so I decided to bitch about someone I didn't like but answer is, no he didn't do anything to me lol.
But whatever I have said, is still the truth.
Truth hurts doesn't it, *shrugs*.
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Team Seven!
That's our NP Polympics team name for our futsal team.
Pretty funny, Yu Ann was like telling me to put Team Pineapple, Jing Han was like Team MUFC, Team Stupid, the polympics guy at the booth was like Team LWK (Lau Wah Kee, our module mentor lol) all sorts of retarded names and took us more than 5 minutes before we finally decided to simply name it Team Seven.
Excited to get this team kickin', hopefully we get in, cause each division (like ECE, BA, ME etc,) is only allowed 2 teams and they will draw lots to choose which team is in the competition. And we were the team to fill up the LAST registration form for futsal. Means there's gonna be lots of other teams vying for the 2 slots, sadly =/ And hopefully WE, get in, and the other divisions unfortunately get lousy teams and we go on a rampage! *MuaHAHAHA* Nah, just wishful thinking. Nonetheless, we'll be giving it our best shot for a medal at least, only the top 3 teams get medals though and the winning team gets a trophy.
Time to sleep, NIGHTS

Woah I feel like fuck right now.
Nose feel like fuck.
Throat feel like fuck.
As if I have H1N1.
No fucking clue what has caused this.
Thank god I didn't stay over with Raynard and Edmund last night, or I'd REALLY be in hospital right now.
Meeting the west coast peeps for dinner to celebrate Charmaine's b'day which was on Monday but her schedule made us postpone it till today.
And it's gonna be Fish & Co.
Second time in 2 weeks. Frequent? Very.
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Well I've been runnin' down the road try'na loosen ma load got a world of trouble on my mind!
Take it eaaaaaaaasy....

I had like the strangest and freakiest dreams in my life this morning.
Someone once told me dreams were related to some real life occurrence and get jumbled together and become something totally weird.
I think I was in a hospital of some sort. It was a very familiar place and I'm fking sure it was like AH. You know you can't always remember exactly what happened in your dreams so yea....
It was probably an accident, like a road accident, and I kinda like broke my legs or something, and at one point, the things around me like "people", animals and some other stuff were like....FREAKISHLY warped.
There was a dog, probably a Shi Tzu (Looked like Daniel's Shi Tzu, Chip). And my gosh, it had ANOTHER tiny dog head ON its head!
Like WTF right?! That's not all. It had really thick tentacle-like limbs like the tentacles on those monsters in 'Old Kingdom', some place in WoW. Last bit I remembered about the dog was it had ANOTHER dog head with a reaaaaaaally long human-ish neck, maybe 2 cm in diameter and 20 cm long, that seems to have grown out of the dogs BELLY....and it is able to move the 'belly head' around on its own free will, SICK....
Talk about monstrosities....
Here's the worst part.
While I was in the hospital, once in awhile people will walk by and look at my leg and shake their heads or murmur stuff like umm, cannot make it? I think, lol. But I wasn't capable of looking at my leg so yea.
Later (how long later I had no idea), I was like going out of the 'hospital' to smoke with my friends (they were like fking warped too) and then it rained. So we kinda like just sat around somewhere (I have no idea how I could sit either) and chatted. Again, now a doctor passed by and stared at my legs, shakes his head, sighs and said, "very terrible, (blahblahblahblah), don't think you can make it."
And then I looked at my legs....
They were in ruins, torn in areas and utterly distorted.
But it wasn't that simple....
My shins were swapped.
The rest of my legs, from the knees below, were left on the right, right on the left, so my legs were like seriously slanted to both sides each. I don't know how else to describe this monstrosity, but the last thing I remember was the doctor walking away and mumbling to himself.
Fucking ridiculous right? How many things I've seen or been through before have become one fucking nightmare.
So I was thinking what could possibly make up this nightmare.
Alexandra Hospital, the place I frequented to visit my friend in for a couple of months.
His motorbike accident, somehow ending up as me in that position.
People staring at my friend's leg every where he goes when out on his crutches.
Chip the Shi Tzu, the friendliest dog I've ever met.
And the warped stuff....Did you watch the Simpsons on TV during the Halloween period?
There was this episode where the Simpsons went to stay at this jungle house, and then one by one they went missing, and there was this 'House of Pain' where this madman takes people and mutilates them. There were like body parts and eyes, brains all over the place, and later the other characters were showed up as animals with their original heads. Marge was like some large fierce cat, Bart was a spider (and he 'webbed' out his trademark "EAT MY SHORTS" between two trees lol), Lisa was a....butterfly I think? And Maggie was a worm or something lol. And there was all the others like Krusty the Clown, Comic Book Guy, Mr Burns and all. Later Homer became a walrus.
And finally the rain, probably cause its been raining so often these few days?
Seriously whacked up nightmare. I must have been really tired the previous day. Godamn fucking ridiculous nightmare compilation.
But there was another dream....rather more pleasant, if not neutral.
I had no idea where I was, but it was like a big room, maybe like the NPS music room size. And there was someone there. And there was a smile on her face that I could never forget.
It was only once, but those few moments seemed to last hours, until I came conscious in the dead of the night. And it ended there, serious, haha.
Then came the nightmare when I fell asleep again, until my alarm rang.
End of my nightmare story, BYE.

Freaking ridiculous.
I can't believe I almost wanted to murder my whole family on Sunday night cause my parents were being unreasonable.
And you will never understand the absurdity of their unreasonableness unless you grew up in my family.
To put it loosely they are just plain retarded. I shan't bother to elaborate.
Everything's alright now, though I worry for my mum's sanity if something like that ever happens again.
And I saw a rat got stomped to death.
Fucking cruel bastards.
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Two weeks after the last concert....I think I'm getting on perfectly fine with life without NPS. The day after the concert, I was worried I would have trouble finding things to do with the time I used to spend at NPS almost every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday night for nearly 2 years. It must have been the attachment that made me so detached already. Doesn't make sense staying in contact with anyone there anymore anyway, except for a handful (3 people actually, haha). We just simply emanate different wavelengths or frequencies, whatever you wanna call it. I prefer not to lower my level of intelligence just to communicate with some of them. Well....like James says, time to move on.
But don't worry you two, I won't forget our date on Friday, lol!
Oh and, Happy Belated Bday Charmaine!

I was just listening to some Eagles music and I had a thought.
Since the family concert, I had never actually thought back of that night when we performed Hotel California.
It had really given me a wonderful and exciting experience to perform one of the greatest songs ever created, and I'm sure it goes the same with my brother and the others who performed with me.
It gives you that feeling that no ordinary pop song can ever hope to etch upon its listeners, with all its catchy rhythms and strong lyrical notes. We may never know what it's like to be like the Eagles, but it has at least fed me a sip of performing one of their legendary songs live in front of (many?) people.
There're many other good bands out there who can pull off a show like this, but the most euphoric moment was the transition from the acoustic solo into the electric guitar solo, given that the crowd responded with cheers more than I ever expected. That was truly the first time, is definitely not going to be the last time I will experience that. It's like really, really addictive. I'm like growing a hunger for performances like this, heh.
Hopefully next year, my brother will put together another great show like this on his prom night, which he had already intended to do so way before this concert. How I wish I had a solid band uh.
Cheers everybody, rawk on! \m/

Smoke smoke smoke.
Everyday smoke.
One day don't smoke don't feel shiok.
Fuck la.
Is it that hard to stop.
Sian.
Miss the good old days when we were teens....
Now getting old already, studying aimlessly, waiting for NS to come only.
Everyone asks this question: What you gonna do after NS?
Everyone's answer: Donno.
Do what, get degree, look for job.
That's the beginning of your journey in the rat race, and the end of your carefree life.
Then hopefully world ends 2012. Best.
Seriously, Singapore is no place for your average Joe to grow a heart of passion.
I greatly envy people who can chase their dreams, do what they love to do for a living.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist. When I was a teen, I wanted to be a rock star.
Now, grow some brains already, realize I'm living in Singapore. Cannot do anything.
Fucking regret not studying since year 1.
Now starting to develop interest in my course also too late already.
Also lose interest in all my hobbies already. Classical guitar can fuck off, electric guitar....play for the wall to listen?
Should have listen to my dad from the start and get involved in the world of IT. Would have been so fucking helpful to my studies. I would give up all my guitar skills for the same amount of IT knowledge.
Second regret of my life, *sigh*....
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Well, on a lighter note, we NSS guys are gonna kick some BALLZZZZZZ tomorrow!
Something I've been DYING to do for the past 6 months.
Playing in the morning so it'd be a good time to get some healthy sunlight, stretch some legs and score some goals!
And I'd fucking curse the heavens if I see the color of my lungs in the clouds.
Time to sleep and get ready to kick some ass tomorrow.

I kinda regret not doing many things in 2008.
But I'm way more disappointed with the way I chose to live 2009, and also angry with the way 2009 has come to pass.
Many friends have gone to serve the nation, attachment came at a time that I could not enjoy time with them before they all entered NS and wasted half my year away just like that, ended up spending unnecessary time and money playing WoW, having a friend handicapped for a whole damn year and smoking our lives away.
And at the end of the day, feeling utterly lost and passing the time aimlessly....searching for something, a cure, or an answer, I don't know.
Since 50 Havelock Road, things started becoming meaningless and there felt as if something was missing. Maybe it was the fact that there was never a chance to meet up with the soccer guys during the attachment, or maybe because I stopped going back to NPS altogether. I miss something alot, but what.....
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Hitting the gym tomorrow morning with oli and gary.
Feeling fucking tired, and emo. Fuck life, nights.

First I would like to thank and congratulate my fellow Hotel California performers for making it a great success yesterday night. It was great and I would also like to thank all the audience for their awesome response to it.
I guess that would be the last song, and the last live, with NP Strings. It's been fun hanging out with y'all, though more so with the AMP/SLS peeps than the others unfortunately. Ever since you guys left, it has never been the same. Year 2 was the best time there ever.
Now that my time with NPS is over, it is time to divert more attention to my studies.
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Since I seriously doubt my blog being read by them, or more specifically him (though I wouldn't give a damn even if they did), I'll just say it.
I never told someone, "you suck", or thought of someone that way, like I really mean it (except Lau Chee Bye perhaps). And since sec school, all the people I know with your name are fails (that reminds me, if I ever had a son I wouldn't give him that). But now I wanna say, your the 1st guy I've ever come across, even though given your height and manly voice, who comes as the smallest in terms of the amount of respect others would give you. Within my 1st month knowing you, I knew a person like you cannot be taken seriously at all. I don't care even though you can play the guitar better than me or have better grades than me, you're such a gi-normous faker, and no matter how much you try to impress the girls, none of the guys think you can ever be taken seriously at all. Acting all 'Mr Friendly' in front of us isn't going to be a decoy for your mysterious behavior when your with the girls. Acting cool-headed all the time isn't going make you anymore attractive whatsoever. In times of need, you won't have any brothers by your side. You will only find yourself pouring your sorrows out to people who can be of no help to you, people whom you cannot trust, and probably others just like you.
On the other hand, Tim I really salute you for being the first person ever to confront him about a matter of responsibilities. You may be god damn fucking lame and all at times, but I believe you know how to 'Zhuo Ren'. You deserve way more respect than what I thought and I sincerely apologize for treating you like a small kid and being sarcastic with you at times.
You know who you are.
After close to 2 years, all of us know where you stand,
and I'm sure you can feel our resentment towards you already even though we don't say anything.
At the end of it all, you are the biggest loser.
The rain will never be over, for you.
And no matter how much you say you are not a freak....
You ARE the biggest freak.

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