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he’s only five !

it’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance

there’s nothing like a personalised handwritten ‘Dear Keng Wee’ on my christmas card from the singapore navy to make me feel unique. seriously the poor soul writing all the names out must have been cursing each one as he penned them; so much for merry christmas. thank you daniel for the christmas card :] ohh i do miss a lot a lot a lot of people!

i must admit this has been the best holiday i’ve ever had; what with all the going out and catching up with old friends and already i’m running out of time. just came back from a family bbq which was planned to be at sembawang ‘beach’ (a term used very loosely) and before that i was at shawn’s place for christmas dinner and sleepover. my extended family has been getting together a lot since my uncle and his family came back from the US (he’s working there for a few years). i shall post pictures of his uber cute son later ! however the adorable little dude is not to be taken lightly; the first thing he said to me when i met him was “do you want me to show you my finger?” – go ahead and guess which one he proceeded to point at. he also called me a “fucking doofus”, and, when i pissed him off, told me to “get lost and take off all my clothes and pants and underwear so that everyone can see your penis”. he also does a mean ass-shaking and hip-thrusting routine. US culture ftw, and i kidst thee not.

cousins who were once angst-ridden corner-dwellers are now self-less gentlemen while nice friendly cheery girls are now earphone-wearing, pouty-lipped antisocialness. O Puberty, thou art a fickle thing.

i shall crash orientation ‘07 since wil and mie are co-ogls ! LE EXCITING ! i shall turn up as cathighboy >:D good thing i still kept one set of that uniform nyehehehe. i have a fewling school admin might not be too pleased with my hair but aiya what can they do to me?

it’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give

more half-assedness

there is vehemence in agreement
jloh: eh shit my HAIR SO LONG
jloh: WTF I LOOK DAMN RETARDED
wee: MINE ALSO LA
wee: DAMN HARD TO STYLE, CAN
jloh: LOL
jloh: YA LOR
wee: I SPEND LIKE HALF A FUCKING HOUR
jloh: wtf it stays up for all of 15 min
wee: YES
jloh: ahahahahahha

foreshadowing

wee: randy in ninja zomg
daniel: actually
daniel: so am i

-_-

well ninja [read: screwed up shit] company has taken many of our loved ones captive ;_; randy told me charles is his buddy and lawrence is his bunkmate ! having friends you know – not that bad la. our intake in january will be so much bigger i think the chances of having friends will be much lower :/

): this is my legendary sad face

ohhh i ran into pri3/4 best friend and we couldn’t really talk about much and it was so nice just seeing him again because i never had a chance to say goodbye when i transferred pri school (i hated my mom for it and didn’t eat dinner for um one night) and then in sec2 i found that he had moved to the block opposite mine OH IS IT FATE OR WHAT.

except, of course, we weren’t close anymore. heck, we weren’t even proper friends anymore.

on happy note, clement’s out ! except he isn’t responding on msn; must be flooded by his horde of girls. and sngsy’s out !

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth

re: brain all wired up for NS
mark: been to vivocity yet?
wee: yeah
wee: stupid place
wee: full of shit
wee: and people
wee: .. oh wait, same thing.
wee: anyway, it’s crowsy and noided
wee: … wtf what did i just say?
jeff: WTF
mark: lol

mmm -_- damn. watched eragon today. not too bad la. but i guess my expectations have been lowered drastically since ‘after this our exile’. ohh many christmas parties coming up, v exciting ! the night of 25th itself, as usual, is always reserved for dinner at shawn’s (y)

oh i should perhaps get started on CV and resumeh, etc. and where is sng ! how come he never reply smses ;_;

suggestions please

my friend in US of A has gone MIA since more than a week ago and has not replied to smses or email WHAT DO I DO NOW i am freaking worried ;_; so far away; if something happened i’ll never, ever know. HOW HOW HOW.

‘fuck’ doesn’t even cut it

i have never, in all eighteen years of my life, tasted such unadulterated rage.

it is powdery, like chalk, in the back of the throat; it is muck that stays there no matter how much you spit.

this hatred balls your hands into fists – white-knuckled fists that slowly raise themselves without you knowing.

this hatred burns into your eyes, and lays to waste all existing sanity or rationality.

this same hatred scares you when, later, you regain consciousness and control.

i suppose i’m one of those who don’t usually blow up and when i do, all hell breaks loose.

i very damn well nearly committed murder tonight, but it would have been justified.

some things don’t fucking deserve forgiveness, not even from saints. there are bygones that will not be bygones. and i swear upon this life, if i were to run into these – and i use this word loosely, here, for i wonder if they deserve this much – animals again, i will make them pay in blood.

my head lies to my heart

v busy ! given my gym-three-times-weekly exercise regime that is bound to put me in good stead for my impending doom enlistment and upcoming Wedding of Cousin and family chalet get-together and then possibly an overseas trip with my friends i guess the idea of getting a part-time job is now kaput. also, i think my very-nicely-tanned skin colour will all go to waste when NS begins and i will just become a piece of charcoal.

and when i saw you, i only grieved because i felt nothing, nothing at all.

i’ve started writing my resumé ! it’s been four hours and right now i’ve done my name, address and email. and only my name, address and email. applause, please.

when i forgave you, i also forgot you .

after this our shit-eating

much as i loved the weird meter and structure of the title “after this our exile” the show has taken residence next to the likes of thai horror film ‘the omen’ whereby the horror was in its quality, or lack thereof, and chinese shit film ‘the promise’.

i suppose the director – whoever it was, i cannot be bothered to check – was trying to infuse some artistic merit into the film, which will probably explain the excessive use of weird camera angles and long scenes of Much Irrelevance. the music was mostly awkward; either coming in at weird junctures or abruptly, at the wrong volume, or just entirely inappropriate. acting was stiff, to say the least, although the little boy was absolutely the cutest, wutest thing ever perhaps it would be worth the moneh just to watch him, but i am no old man, and i do not take 156. sex scenes were more PG than M18 so i suppose M18 is now used as a marketing tool as well. i don’t even want to go on to bash the ‘plot’; it was dry, lame, and even though there were very melancholic moments they were not nearly enough to offset the tragedy that was the ending itself.

daniel and i had to sit through more than two hours of that crap and i seriously think i’d rather have been doing math tys or perhaps a physics practice paper. all thanks to jloh, of course, who felt that the movie was very good.

better taste next time, jloh.