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SOTAC

2010-10-15T07:25:00.000-07:00

Ok, title says it all really. I got the letter that says I'm going into Commando BMT for NS. Gobsmacked. Blindsided. Punk'd. I never did thought of myself as commando material, but apparently the powers-that-be in SAF think otherwise, so there I go. Honestly, I'm excited about it. Its the bleeding COMMANDOS for goodness sakes! That doesn't mean I'm not worried sick about the physical and mental requirements. I love my food, and it shows...prominently. As for my mental fortitude, not great. Discipline and perseverance are things I've always prayed to possess. Still praying now.

So yeah, its a mixed bag.

My parents do not care for it. I know they won't make my life difficult if I decide to go ahead (and let's be honest, its not like I can get out anyway), but they're not thrilled, especially my dad. But they can't do anything. They can't do what most Singaporean parents do and find some lame excuse to get their kids to twang (you can tell what's my opinion on people like that) because...well, they're not that sort of folks. So, its kinda ironic that after lambasting parents who not only try to dig a way out of NS, but also get self-righteous and try to justify their actions, my parents are now faced the same problem. They would have simply threw me into normal NS without any complaints, but with the Commandos? Not so easy. I know they'll be worried for me while I'm in camp, hell, they know me well enough that its not going to be easy on me. For that, I really can't fault them.

Personally, I'm just going to start preparing for it now. Doing situps, pushups and pullups every night. Xiaokang says I should run, but with As this close, thats not a possibility for now. But there's not much I can do to prepare mentally for it. Its going to be my worse NCC training experiences multiplied through every single day. Imagine all the Best-cadet-competition in my past 4 years, now done everyday. Physique is barely 40% of what gets you through, trust me. I don't want to get in and get kicked out halfway. For once, can I please be good at something, God?

Haha! No pressure, man.

On other fronts, Farewell Assembly! Ok, nothing impressive, some hilarious videos, Mr Adi proving he's not quite an adult, the usual gratitious photo taking etc. Have to stop and comment on that last bit. I've developed a preference for taking photos of my friends when they're not posing. They just look more...relaxed, natural, at ease, when they laugh, smile and grin without posing. Of course, all of them worry that they look unglam, but I do vet through my stuff. I try my best not to keep those that don't look good for the subject. Still, I'm reluctant to keep doing it this way. I'm well aware that others might feel like I'm some sort of paparrazi idiot, taking photos of them in their unguarded moments. One of these days, my luck's going to run out, and someone will get fed up and give me a piece of his mind.... But I really do think you guys look good unposed.

So anyway, I took a photo of each and every one in the class on that day. Almost everyone anyway. Hopefully, they'll like what I took, and it'll no longer be just a photo of them, but a portrait they can admire.

Stopped by the Art exibition after the reception. Hanyu's storyboards were really good. Lines and strong water colors. I was very, very impressed. All I can do is shade lightly with a pencil, or darkly with a pen. Nothing else in between. Hahaha! And people get impressed by my doodles. The exibits also let us into the creation process, the thoughts, considerations and research each student put into their work. Errr....no offense meant, but I found those more interesting for some reason. Ok, put it this way. I could draw a rifle that looks more impressive than your...errr flower. But beyond the superficial looks, mine is meaningless, lifeless. Their's have weeks of efforts and focus to express a certain purpose. Damn, it really puts things into perspective.

Oh, and Vivien forgot a patch on her artwork. Hahaha!
Erm...not sure if its wise to announce it here...

SO LOOOOOONG!

2010-10-08T07:04:00.000-07:00

Ok, really long time since I last posted. Righto....

Its A Levels in about 3 weeks. Now, that is really bloody terrifying, and although things have improved (I only sorta failed Chem, all other H2s have a shot at an A), I'm still not sure. My Chem simply has too many gaps in my knowledge, and I'm really afraid I won't be able to shore it up in time, let alone practice it. Lets see...Transistion Metals, Grp II, Grp VII, Periodicity, Nitrogen Compounds, all pretty piss poor. Just gotta bite down and deal with it. Wish me luck.

On another note, I've developed a taste for heavy metal (shock!). Iron Man, Paranoid, Ace Of Spades, For Whom The Bell Tolls. Ear worms for the foreseeable future. Though, there is Bloodbank by Bon Iver, but that;s mostly for the catchy bass riff. Sorry Vivien, your liking for alternative genre really is pretty eclectic. Even by my standards, hahaha! Of course, can't not mention Thousand Suns by Linkin Park, but since I haven't got my dirty paws on it yet, I can't really comment.

And on dirty paws laying, I've been on a spending spree on Black Tact. A revolver, a 1911, and a compact P222, an IBH helmet. Ok, found out that I don't like compact pistols, so who wants a modded, weighted, painted P222? Xiangan, of course, has first dibs. Oh, and he got himself a Nerf Stampede (finally), though he now owes me $30. The guy is Spending with a capital S. Wings of Liberty ($100+) and now a $90+ Nerf... not that I'm any better :D

I love my GP. Really I do. I'm done being afraid of sounding like I'm bragging, I just gonna say it straight. I love being good at something. Its a feeling I could certainly get used to. At least its a useful skill, not like being able to play Halo. BUT, its a huge pressure on me to do well in it. That pedestal is high and precarious, and I wished it wasn't so lonely... For example, I read a Noam Chomsky essay today about USA Imperialism, and was struck by how similar the country is with... Albus Dumbledore (cue ppl going WTF? Sorry lads, been reading too much Fanfiction) I mean, both were heroes in some old war (WW2 VS Grindlewald & Tom Riddle), both have a penchant for having their way at the expense of other, both are pretty much a law onto themselves... I was so excited by this line of thought, I really wanted to discuss it with somebody. Of course, I couldn't. They'll just shake their heads and think I'm bloody weird, so.... But dammit, I wished I could bounce this silly nonsense off someone. That's why I miss Wesley. We could talk all sorts of pseudo-intellectual BS together and not feel self conscious about it. No one equivalent now. Now, I'm just this crazy guy who is supposed to get top in GP everytime. It scared the crap out of me when Mr Koh said there were 1 or 2 surprises in the GP Prelims. In my head, I was going "CRAP! I'm the surprise right? BuggerBuggerBugger!Bzzzzt. Windows has encountered an error it was unable to recover from..." This can't be good for my long term health. Yes, it sounds like I'm bragging, and I apologise. I just really want to get it off my chest.

Ye, ok, this post is long enough. I'll write more something later.

I'm closing my eyes and hitting the "Publish Post" button...

2010-02-16T06:03:00.000-08:00

My Dad once told me that blogs were pretty useless, considering that they consisted mostly (if not entirely) of the author’s rambling about his own life. Taking a step back, its laughably easy to see how narcissistic mine has become. It may had been my objective at the start to reveal the inner-Christopher (what an artsy-fartsy concept), but, firstly, I’m pretty sure none of the readers would like to read 12 long paragraphs going on and on about moi, and secondly, call me selfish, but why should I reveal so much about myself anyway? Why let others read me like an open book? Especially when others are (justifiably) not quite so forthcoming. Anyway, all these words are pointless, because if you’re the sort of person who skips the rambling parts, you’d most likely have skipped the above as well. Hahaha!

Kelvin once told me that I judged others harshly because I judge myself harshly as well. I have no idea if the latter’s true. No amount of harsh judgment seems to have galvanized me to buck up, and I still find myself lacking in too many moments. Perhaps I’m just a milder version of Wesley Phay, who loves to admit his faults but never does a thing about them (when he reads this, he’ll nod and admit it…and then do nothing *roll eyes*) Is that false humility? Again, I haven’t a clue, though my safer bet would be that it is. AAAnyway, one thing I can definitely say for sure, I DO judge others harshly. Evangeline pops straight into my mind. When working with her, I get a little miffed due to our different styles. I’m the more serious, wet-blanket type whereas she leans towards happy-go-lucky-ness. Total catastrophic mismatch. When things are less formal though, I love talking crazy crap with her, because she’s naturally full of crazy crap as well (XD).

Paranoia seems to be creeping in. For example, I am secretly convinced that if any of the SFC personnel were to read the above paragraph on Evan, they would go back, gossip amongst themselves, tattle to her and diss the living daylights out of me. Unnecessary fear? I totally agree. I find most of them far more mature than that. But that’s why paranoia is called…paranoia. Or the times when the Lifecon Logo, Audition Posters and flyers got delayed? Yep, always at the back of mind nagging at my guilt, quietly whispering that I’ve eff-ed up irreversibly and that I’m no longer reliable. Kinda like Toyota. Ye, ye, people will say good job at cleaning up the mess you created, but my benchmark (excuse me, actually its everyone’s EXPECTED benchmark) is not to create a last minute mess in the first place.

OR (I don’t seem to be short on examples), when I gave the presentation on the Work Attachment at TTSH, while one group member went AWOL and the other was…erm detached? Ok, never mind the latter one. Again, nagging feeling of being used, though this time its probably justified. This attachment, which I invited you at your own leisure (and therefore not have to go through some selection process and then be at the mercies of the vagaries of luck), should at least have been appreciated as a learning experience, even if it totally shatters your pre-held beliefs of the medical profession. Not turning up without leave was rude. Seriously man, next time just throw me a reason, an excuse even. Not doing so shows how unimportant this is to you, and therefore I WILL take it as a personal insult. Again, nagging feeling that others are laughing behind my back for being suckered at sharing the opportunity. Hmmm…this time though, my gut tells me this paranoid thought may have uncomfortably more truth in it than most of my other paranoid thoughts.

I guess I’ll end here. The conflicting desires for cathartic release and privacy have fought to a standstill, which indicates its time to close. I’ll probably see you around, so may I make a request? Next time we meet, let me know you’ve read it. At least I’ll know who are the regulars (and therefore filter future content, hahaha!).

Prolonged drought. Dry spell.

2010-01-01T08:23:00.000-08:00

Must have lost interest. A more major issue is the feeling of exposing too much. It just doesn’t feel comfortable when others seem to read you like an open book, while you feel bad that you don’t really know as much about them. Only the fact that it’s a new year motivates me to update the blog, since everyone else seems to be doing the obligatory New-year-reflecting-on-past-year thing. Oh well, here’s to opening cans of worms…

First on my list, is the final unraveling of the issue between me and Jolene. After 6 months of erm….generally poor (I first toyed with the terms “silent”, “cold”, etc, and nearly settled for “bad”) treatment, there has finally been a number of peace conferences. Non-binding agreements have been made for the thawing of diplomatic relations. Mr Gorbachev, TEAR DOWN THIS WALL (XD). I offered the big olive branch of TTSH work attachment, and fortunately it was accepted. I’m kinda stuck though… She said she didn’t want to be rushed into reconciliation (the stronger term she used was “forced”, which REALLY makes me feel bad. As in the “Oh crap, I’ve killed someone” kind of bad. I even had a cold chill tingle down my spine…Did I really deserve that?)

I’m feeling as if I’ve given my part (and time! It’s A-Levels soon!) to build bridges. I suspect she has too. Honestly, while its not exactly very in-the-spirit-of-teamwork, I think I can just leave it. I can live with it, and I’m sure SFC won’t be paralyzed by it, without friends constantly digging this out as an example of disunity within the club. Yes, I know there wasn't any finger pointing during the little group therapy session, but there was at least 1 person in the room who can’t escape referencing, however misguidedly, to this little problem.

And that’s all I have time for. Bearing in mind that this blog is anything but private, and that Jolene may also be reading (Since I seldom dare to say it in real life, HI!), I hope to escape getting lynched. But seriously, I’m glad things have thawed. There is more SMS traffic between us now, which may or may not translate to actual dialogue. Perhaps what comes next will be candid-and-honest-discussions? The end of the invisible act (ok, fine, I’m guilty of that as well)? I’m uncomfortable, slightly afraid and out of my depth when dealing with this. (not to mention guilty for coming across as forceful. I’ve unwittingly joined the ranks of stalkers. Hoo-bleeding-ray) *resigned laughter* Still, things are looking up, so...*shrugs*, live with it.

HEAD!! HURTS!!

2009-08-24T07:32:00.000-07:00

Had another migraine episode this Friday afternoon, mostly thanks to waking early and only having one plate of Hokkien Mee as breakfast and lunch. My mum says if I get migraines this easily, it’ll be hard for me to be a pilot, since they’ll have to handle even more strain. Honestly, I’m half-convinced my current physical health won’t hold up to those RSAF medical checkups. Considering I failed the basic one for SYFC, I think the actual Air Force one is going to be a foregone conclusion. Sigh… Oh well, if so, then I’ll try SIA instead. Surely, THEIR pilots won’t have to pass multiple G force tests? Right?

I’ve been having dreams centered on a recurring theme. Unfortunately, the security and privacy of this blog has been compromised, so I can’t be forthcoming with the details. Anyway, had you ever had a dream where something bad occurred, and for a while after you woke up, you still thought it really happened? I once dreamt I crashed my dad’s car, so for a full 30 minutes after I woke up I thought I had to take a train to school, until I saw it resting in the driveway, quite intact. The recent dreams have that sort of quality, but the unfortunate incident depicted in them, while not as physically catastrophic as a thoroughly thrashed vehicle, was so haunting that I couldn’t shake off its effects for a long time.

Now, I read somewhere that dreams are supposed to be a reflection of a person’s subconscious thoughts and desires. Regarding the episode portrayed in the dream, I’ve told myself to get a grip, move on, let it lie fallow and let things recover. But evidently, my subconscious is resigned that things are truly irreparable. I suppose it has gone pear-shaped, so much so that I’m not even on Square one right now, but Square negative-something. The most frustrating thing is, I haven’t a clue where to start working to make things right. (I think) God told me not to do anything for now, which is a smart idea, as I’ll probably be doing the wrong thing if I tried. Still, being stuck in such a lousy situation, not knowing if things will ever work out the way I want…I guess that’s him testing my faith and patience. Is his will and my wants aligned on this matter? And if they're not, what in the world am I going do?

Sad, really. Even now, the scene keeps playing over and over in my head, like those annoying display TVs in Harvey Norman. And simply entertaining the thought that it could actually happen in real life…ouch.

On a lighter note, I watched Advent Children on Channel 5. Seriously, it’s purely targeted for the fanboys. Anyone unacquainted with the FF7 universe will not understand anything. Trust me, I found out the hard way. I had to read the plot over Wikipedia after I first watched it. Anyway, it reinforces a theory of mine, that NO CHARACTER EVER TRULY DIES IN ANIME. Aerith keeps appearing in annoying flashbacks, where the camera insists on not showing her face and Cloud is mouthing emo lines about how he let her die. Come on, she’s suppose to be dead, about the most non-interactive state of character existence possible. But no! She gets more screen time then Barett, Sid, Rufus, Vincent, Yazu etc. She probably got more screen time than Sephiroth…which just shouldn’t happen! But, hey, if the fanboys want to see 3rd generation graphics Miss Gainsborough and Miss Lockhart, well you can’t argue with them can you? Fan-service FTW…

In His and Her Majesty(ies)'s Service

2009-08-16T08:24:00.001-07:00

My mouth…is getting me into trouble almost every time I open it! First I was rude to a teacher, then I was rude the VP, then I was rude to the ex-P and VP (again!). I only ever remember to watch what I say just before I decide to stay quiet, or just after I said something stupid, never any other times. Some may say its no big deal, but it always leaves a horrid impression on others, which does my standing in school absolutely no good. I wish I could run my mouth off and not beat myself up over saying something awful every time I do so. Rarrgh! How annoying.

Oh yes, I just marked out a rival. Haha, yes that’s a word with plenty of negative connotations, but hear me out. The rival (henceforth referred to as R) has brains…well a sufficient mass of it to keep R in sight of the cookies. R has ambitions, big ones, and are similar to mine. R possesses qualities I don’t, eccentricities that mark R out as distinctly unique. Fortunately, they make R endearing, whereas mine make me…weirder. Hopefully, I can surpass R in the academic arena (at the very least), because in all other aspects, I find myself lacking. This isn’t a competition where one wins and the other loses. I see it as running side by side, pacing one another. If I fall behind, I’ll fight to catch up. If he slows down, I’d push R on (assuming R doesn’t mind). Otherwise, it’d be boring going it alone.

Chamomile tea is probably a drug, like opium and cocaine. I was getting a particularly bad earful thanks to SAJC’s policy of making everyone stay back so they can take the MSA at the same time. Then I drank a cup of the stuff. Maybe someone swapped it for a flask of liquid Feel-Okay, or spiked it with animal tranquilizer. Whatever it was, I felt my muscles relax, starting from my mouth, to my forehead and then to my chest. Seriously, I know chamomile is known for its soothing properties, but this is plain ridiculous. The Mood-o-meter needle swung from Quite-Angry to Silly-Laughter. Ah, the power of gastronomical delights…

While on the subject of food, I just learned how to make Korean pancakes. Its real simple, pretty cheap, and certainly a less labor intensive alternative to fried instant noodles. Of course though, I don’t put kimchii in MY pancakes. Nothing against the Koreans, but I don’t like vegetables, and I can’t take hot stuff. So, its not a stretch to say that I really don’t like spicy vegetables. Anyway, from Korean pancakes, I can probably make the more usual McDonald’s pancakes as well, and to an extent, anything that comes from a batter and can be pan-fried. Still, I’m waiting to have a go at brownies and some kind of macaroni-cream of mushroom-chicken-cheese dish my mum cooks. Haha! Self-improvement FTW!

Recently had an MSN conversation with Wesley Phay. I love arguing with him. He’s obviously been taking the time to read up on various subjects which are pretty Extra-Curricular, and I try to rebut as best I can. So far, no one’s winning, and I’m glad its been that way. Nevertheless, while I respect his views, I JUST CAN”T STAND HIM BEING SO FRIKKIN EMO. I mean why do you want to keep indulging in fatalistic ideas, perpetual cynicism and blind anti-establishment sentiments? I’m half convinced he’s still wallowing in self-pity (which Lord knows, I’ve done a lot of times). I personally know there’s a perverse sense of satisfaction in thinking that you don’t matter to the larger world, which in turn doesn’t matter to the universe, which doesn’t matter to reality, which doesn’t matter. I’m not trying to attack his views, I’m trying to say his motivation for subscribing to them are misplaced. But whatever… I can’t do anything to change that other than pray and wait. I still think he’ll make a fantastic Christian. Oh yes, and I’m thinking of getting him a Korean passport since he’s starting to look like one, with his long hair, baby face and fashion sense.

And I came across Evangeline’s blog. I’m starting to think it’s the GUYS who blog the most. Her last post was in June…Not as bad as how frequently I update my deviantart account (actually, nothing close to it, 1.5 years vs 1.5 months).

Softball FTW

2009-08-08T05:02:00.001-07:00

Been playing softball for PE quite often, which I enjoy, despite the general relative lack of enthusiasm in the class. Its great to be whacking balls again, and some of the SFC people are going to have a softball game next Tuesday, if time allows. Curiously enough, although the sport focuses on leg and arm muscle, I seem to be straining muscles nowhere connected to the aforementioned areas. By some incredible feat of bio-locomotion, it is my arse muscles which feel sore. Weird.

I know my behavior in SFC has been rather cold lately. 2 factors contributed to this. The 1st and (relatively) minor one, is that we’ve been staying back late this whole week. Next week is when MSA 2 starts, and with my abysmal CT results, my parents are not overly thrilled. I have been going home to smarting earfuls this whole week, so every time SFC proposes a late meeting, I curse and swear about my lack of luck silently. I recognize that it is my fault for messing up (I’m using the polite term) my studies and setting this sordid state of affairs in motion, so I can’t lash out at anything to bash into little chunky pieces. Still, with the heavy and ominous smell of blood and thunder wafting in from my near future, I think I can be forgiven for being a little less than a bag of joy most of the time.

So sick of trying to act sensible and mature. I’ve got to indulge in angst and emo-ism sometimes, which unfortunately, actually tastes pretty good.

Goodness...how long has been since the last post?

2009-08-02T07:38:00.000-07:00

Been tossing around the fact that I couldn’t make it for Hillsong Concert. While I had legitimate reasons (quarantine and potentially-killer-OCIP-camp-which-was-postponed-last-minute), it now seems like a flimsy excuse. Presenting exhibits A and B: JTsy and Ek. The former was quarantined AND had OCIP camp, the latter just OCIP camp. But they went anyway. Evidently, my spiritual enthusiasm is not as robust as theirs. For better or for worse, I don’t seem to mind. Maybe because of how my parents raised me up, I always thought of God as a brutally fair judge, but having infinite grace nonetheless. He metes out exactly what one deserves, whether now or in the future. No sin, however small, goes unpunished, and no kind act, however anonymous, goes unrewarded. When he strikes down on sinners, he strikes hard and sure, and its always scary to watch. But he always leaves you a way out to repent and change. I messed up academically, and he dished out what I deserved. But he saw fit to remind me that he was always nearby, around the corner, by placing me in mission schools. Its as if he’s constantly telling me that he’s there to help me out of the hole I dug, that he’s actually IN the hole with me. Brutally fair, infinite grace.

Which is probably why I seldom subscribe to all these prosperity themes in worship. Yes, God will grant you bountiful blessings, help you when you’re down and out, protect you etc. But he also demands a code of conduct, a path of discipleship, and failing to do so will have consequences, immediate and long-term. And simply waiting for him to pick you up isn’t going to work. He saw fit to give us freewill, letting us make the final choice when we choose to sin. He’ll also see to it that, come crunch time, it’s up to us to repent and change as well. Hahaha! I guess that’s why I’m not cut out for youth ministries…Not a lot of sunshine in my views.

Xiangan blogged about being a lone wolf (yes, that’s how far I’ve fallen behind times). I share that exact same feeling. Morning worship is both a bittersweet experience, sweet because I get to spend time with God, (kind of) bitter because I’m reminded that I don’t belong to any other conversational/interest groups other than the Jo-Ker group (comprising of me and X only). I prefer to talk to people one-to-one, instead of in a group, where I just clamp up. Even then, there’s not an abundant number of people who share my interests. With girls, our common ground is zilch. (Other than Celine, who shares some common interest in Japanese music) With guys….I dropped out of the anime and manga forum, so that’s out. Computer games, yes, but how much can you talk about that? And ever since WPCW and TWF went off, I’ve no one to talk to about drawing. W40k….nearly no one in SAJC knows about it. Cooking….not unless I was REALLY desperate for a conversational topic. Books…never tried. Studies…an unfortunately precious minority, not to mention it’s a dry, DRY conversation. Theology…starts arguments and makes me look pretentious. Miniatures…sad, sad few. Military stuff…so far only Xiangan. And I don’t like to discuss that openly in front of others, because they’ll think I’m some sort of sad, gun otaku junkie. History…never tried either.

I guess I am an old, boring fart? Hahaha! And my mum thinks that I spend my whole day in school hooking up girls. She evidently finds me more interesting than they do.

Busy

2009-07-18T07:29:00.001-07:00

Title sums up the situation. I have to…

1. Do the National Day cloth montage
2. Study extra hard for MSA and Promotion Exams
3. Settle all the logistics for the contributors Christian Mission Week
4. Arrange venues for rehearsals for CMW
5. Design SFC T-shirt
6. Go for OCIP camp 23rd and 24th July

Most of the above need to be done before the end of July. Things are going to get HECTIC, and I can tell I’m starting to get impatient. I just cursed my laptop viciously after it took 5 minutes to load up Word. Sigh…gone were the days when computers were low-tech enough that physical violence was enough to dispel most technical issues.
Fortunately, the stupid-statement saga seems to be resolving itself pretty nicely, so I’m hoping that as time goes by, the miraculous thing called selective amnesia will cause everyone to forget it ever happened, thus sparing me future embarrassment. But either way, that’s one issue dealt with, and 6 new ones to handle. I wish myself lots of luck.
WPCW told me that I really judged my friends and classmates very harshly. I supposed its true. They do things I don’t agree with, like not singing the national anthem, having early BGR etc. But I try not to tell them off or make them change. I’m more than aware that my worldview and values are seldom the same as my peers, so instead of trying to impose them on others, I just let them know what I feel. After that, you’re free to make your own choices and learn things your own way. Of course though, if I truly care for somebody, I should be trying to correct him, and not just shrugging my arms, standing aside and helplessly voicing disapproval. But it more often than not strains the relationship so badly that advice is simply ignored or vehemently rejected, which is why I don’t do so. Hahaha, if measured by that yardstick, I guess I don’t really give a hoot about most of my friends then. How ironic.
SFC’s leadership handover is drawing close, and the impression that the 2 leading actresses are going to get the top 2 posts is getting ever stronger. They’ve been handed big responsibilities since CU Camp, and now they’re pretty much in charged of Open House and CMW. I wish them good luck, because they’ll not just be inheriting a CCA, but the responsibility of the entire school’s spiritual health. For me, I’ll be taking up saikang duties again. Like the first 3 lines in The Who’s Baba O’riley, “Out there in the fields, I fight for my meals. I get my back into my living.” I’ll just focus on getting things done, quietly and efficiently, leaving the envisioning and theme-making to those who are called to. Too strong a sense of practicality, not enough spirit, me.
Still, get an impression that the seniors think I’m immature and flippant. Sigh, spent too much time with Xiangan, Shane and Samuel. Which is why I’m dedicating a lot into the T-shirt and Logistic Head duties. I need to show my dead cold serious side. For goodness sakes, I didn’t make it to Staff Sergeant by talking nonsense the whole bleeding day.

Score 2 points for narcissism.

Spamming Links

2009-07-14T08:14:00.000-07:00

Things aren’t going too well on this end. But hey, we Chinese have a saying, which literally translated word for word, means wind and water take turns to switch course. If things are going good, it will get worse later. And vice versa. This, however, is not an excuse for one to sit by and do nothing, hoping things will change around him. I’ve started re-evaluating some of my actions and policies, redirecting energy to aft and port shields etc etc. And no, I’m not sharing the snags I’ve encountered recently, unless you enjoy Schadenfreude humor. Either way, just want to apologize that I’ve have little cheerful things to blog about for the moment.

I read Wesley Phay’s latest post on finding information on the net. As usual, very good and thoughtful stuff. I recommend students looking for project material to read through it, since he lists down a handful of useful search engines. He’s obviously been surfing the web more than I have, after all he IS an ex-Computer-Service member. Also, as usual, he can’t help letting out a bit of anti-establishment feeling in it. Personally, I use NLB’s electronic database to look for materials. I don’t have to sift through the usual nonsense Google would invariably give, but beware, a lot of the stuff in those databases make for dry, dry, DRY reading. But their quality and depth are miles better than Google’s assorted collection of results. Read up on WPCW’s post anyway, and make your own way.

I must, again, watch my mouth. Recently said something that, in hindsight, would make an entire hall of people wince, smack their foreheads, LOL, and chorus “Waliao!” It is THAT lame, stupid and cold (in the funny way). Will now dig a hole and hide in it until the next Ice Age (the movie, not the geographical event).

Have decided to get an acoustic guitar instead of a classical. Somehow, I think the former sounds richer/fresher/cleaner, but what do I know about the mystic arts of guitars? Apparently, everyone recommends the basement shops of Excelsior something (plaza/square etc) when looking for guitars. Irony is, when I went there this last Sunday to buy a classical guitar high E string, only ONE shop stocked it. This certainly motivated me to jump to the acoustic guitar boat. Also, have learned how to play House of the Rising Sun on classical. Yes, a pretty old song (obscure to most of my friends), but my taste in music has never been very mainstream anyway.

So yeah, this is me being cheerful and doing an “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”.

Blister On My Thumb

2009-07-13T04:49:00.001-07:00

Blister developed after the informal guitar lesson by Shane and Victor today, with Xiangan, Celine, Celeste and Chris Lai. Shane taught me the cheat-chords for G, E, C and D, and Victor taught me the Mexican-ish “Looyee” piece. Unfortunately, President Rachel expressed disapproval, so I can’t use play it, at least not in front of the titular person anyway. Throughout the whole thing, I almost never played on my own guitar, because I had restrung it into a left-hand configuration and the high E string had snapped. Anyway, I intend to buy a new guitar once I’ve accumulated enough Glorified Dirty Paper (A.k.a GDP). Still, not sure if I should get an acoustic or a classical one though…

Dammit, considering that I’ve been giving my classmates cards during their birthdays, nearly no one knew yesterday was my birthday. Hahaha! Guess my street cred isn’t anywhere high enough. That’s why I use “ghost” as my nickname; I come and go, and people barely notice. If I sound egoistic, I suppose I am. But I’m not even expecting cards or stuff, just a good wish and maybe a smile. I guess I must have been a really lousy class-rep indeed.

While on the matter of getting “tao-ed”, I think things between me and ALG are starting to get cold. I’m under the impression its my fault, making fun of ALG like that and shooting my mouth off without thinking it through. Sigh, how dispiriting… From now on, I’ll have to pick my words REALLY carefully, especially since ALG made a direct threat against my personal safety. Sian, we used to be able to talk all sorts of nonsense together. *shakes head and rolls eyes*

Anyway, with spirits in an all time low, I’ll end my shortest blog post now, before I start getting too emo, rant and burst the blister on my thumb.

RARRRGH!! THE MELANCHOLY!!!

New blogskin is A.W.E.S.O.M.E.

2009-07-07T06:01:00.001-07:00

Absolutely Wicked, Excellent & Stupendous, Original, a Magnificent Effort

All credits and kudos go to Ti Wan Feng. The art are of course, Clamp’s Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles and so on and so forth. Seriously, I am very impressed and satisfied with Wan Feng’s work. He used his own self created blog skin and, after I requested certain changes, inserted the artwork and uploaded it. ALL IN 2 HOURS!! The guy is a genius.

An interesting thing to note is that the original background art was not as monochromic as the current one. There were masses of pink sakura leaves behind the characters. When it was first uploaded, my reaction to the sheer pink infesting my blog was summed up in the following MSN conversation with Wan Feng.

CLee- The Scientist, Coldplay says:
hehehe, actually, u got better pic to reccoment or not?
Koori-kun's looking for ALI PROJECT discography says:
peeps with smaller screens won't be able to see crap
CLee- The Scientist, Coldplay says:
now that i see ah...
a bit too pink
XD
Koori-kun's looking for ALI PROJECT discography says:
It's ok
doesn't make you look like a girly man
just a tsubasa fan that has slightly feminine taste
CLee- The Scientist, Coldplay says:
.....
'_'lll

(after half an hour of discussion over how to solve pink problem yields no fruits...)

CLee- The Scientist, Coldplay says:
arrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh!???
....
wattodo?
PINK!!!
PPPPPIIIIIINNNNKKKKK!!!!!
LULZ
Koori-kun's looking for ALI PROJECT discography says:
it's almost done
hold on
1 sec
donr
*done
check it now
if it's still pink
refresh

With a wave of his magic wand, the Photoshop wizard switched all the pink areas into grey, causing the pink sakuras to blend into the white background. It also made Sakura’s (the girl character) dress turn grey.

That unexpected result was astonishing.

(Those that don’t know CLAMP, I apologize. The following will make little sense to you)

I always thought CLAMP’s artworks had one major flaw. They placed equal emphasis on detail, background and subject. That can usually be rectified by choosing your colors in such a way that the bright/contrasting color brings out the subject. Not for CLAMP. Everything is colored, drawn and inked with the SAME EMPHASIS. Basically, when I look upon their art, my eyes are simply drawn in all directions. I can’t “take in the big picture”, there’s too much going on. The subjects, their detailed clothes, the meticulously drawn background, the windblown sakuras….its too confusing!

That’s why I think Wan Feng did a bang-good-job. By making Sakura’s dress grey, it drew together the entire art. Gone were the garish sakuras. The whole gang were now pretty much monochromic. There were no confusing details to get in the way, and the subjects are no longer competing with the background. GOOD JOB TWF!

Hahaha…just a humble opinion from a thoroughly satisfied client. I’m hardly qualified to critique art.

Told You So

2009-06-26T01:38:00.000-07:00

Hmm…2 week hiatus since the last blog post. Hahaha, I did say my journal keeping “habits” are irregular. Fortunately (or not) this is another long one.

Father’s Day Post That Never Was

Wanted to write a Fathers’ Day Special, about the funny/romantic/cute things my Dad did. But my Mum forbade me, saying something along the lines of “private knowledge” and “stays within the family”. Suffice to say, one of the highlights involved a delivered package, my uncles and grandfather being the only ones at home and lots of blushing…and that’s all I can tell. Go figure.
In the mean time, let me say that my Dad…has molded me more than any other person, though always in tandem with my mum. He made me who I am, while my mum made me what I do. He taught me what it was to be a man, while my mum taught me how to be a gentleman. He taught me to, above all, get things done, while my mum taught me how to do so. He taught me how to be gentle while being firm, and my mum taught me how to control things firmly with gentle hands. He is irreplaceable.

And so is every other father.

And now to lighten the tone…

Road Trip

Parents brought me on a drive around the more ulu parts of Singapore, specifically Lim Chu Kang, Sungei Buloh, etc. Had to navigate for my dad, since my mum gets rather lost when confronted with roadmaps (ironic, I know). Quite an eye opener. The ulu parts were seriously ulu. Went all the way to the Coastguard camp along LCK road, where Neil Humphreys had his encounter with the killer dog and the kind policeman. Turned back and passed by all the Army and Air Force camps on the way. They weren’t shown on the map of course. Any foreigner buying the map would have seen nothing but big blank spaces instead, and they would have thought that the only thing of interest there would be a car park. We drove down the old LCK road, known for being used as a back-up runway for the Air Base nearby. Also known for being a hotspot for illegal racers. Can see why. Road was so straight and long, the other half end of it was obscured by a mirage. (Hmmm….hope I’m not revealing any military secrets…one can never be sure with these things) And of course, there was all the miscellaneous farms and fisheries representing the larger portion of Singapore’s agriculture industry.

Here’s the long part of the post

Suddenly thought of an old one-sided crush I once had while passing by the Airbase. Before I go into details, let me share with readers an observation I made.

In my ring of friends back in ACS(I)(i.e. fellow Otaku nuts), virtually all of us were from all boys schools since Primary 1. The concept of a girl friend (notice the separation of the two words) was utterly alien to us. Thus, whenever an unfortunate one happened to stumble into our social radar, most of us would clamor over her with more than the usual enthusiasm. AWC had a crush on V quite quickly, Alwin H had one on ZT (and possibly V as well) and WPCW was dazzled by Sophie (not sure if I spelled it right). Only Wan Feng stayed above this mess, probably because he was from a mixed Primary school. Sigh…those were sad, pathetic and desperate times. Fortunately, I can look back and laugh my arse off at our behavior.

Anyway, I committed a cardinal crime in ACS(I) NCC(Air)…in that I had a thing for an NCC girl. (On the surface, the normal consensus in my unit is that there are no girls in NCC, only guys in skirts. Therefore do not go for one. Perhaps I’ll explain more in another blog post.) Worse still, she had a crush on my NCC chum. I never told her of course, though I suspected some of our mutual friends might have, thus explaining the awkward atmosphere between us. I remembered stepping back and wondering why this resembled some sobby melodramatic Korean drama. Looking back, I realized I had been struck by the same ailment I had outlined above. There was no basis for the crush other than the fact that she was the only Venusian in my circle predominantly occupied by Martians.

Fortunately, I snapped out of it quickly. Crushes are fine (in my opinion at least) at my age, but a sustained BGR…? I’m skeptical that youth BGRs can work out. It requires careful, thoughtful management OF both entities BY both entities, knowing when self ended and when the other began. Compromise, maturity etc. The majority of youths can’t even manage work and play times. Throw them into the deep end of a relationship and things usually turn pear-shaped in the end. AWC and V have broken up, Alwin H and ZT aren’t exactly close friends, WPCW seems to have pretty much forgotten about Sophie and my NCC chum and my crush had quite a tiff. I’d rather wait till I’m sure I (and Miss Significant Other) can handle it. Anyway, first glances seldom tell the truth, so the time taken can be used to make sure Miss Significant Other REALLY IS Miss Significant Other. Like my Mum said, no BGR till University. No explicit bans on one-sided crushes though.

Hahaha…I’m so gonna get flamed for this. Every friend who had a BGR are going to have a (strong) word or two with me.

Of card castles and Twilight at 3 a.m.

2009-06-12T07:45:00.000-07:00

Returned from Christian United Camp this Wednesday. I’m only posting this on Friday because it took me 2 days to organize my thoughts into a suitably coherent form. Basically, 4 things stuck out to me.

But first, an introduction to the CUC.
Christian United is a new student group (notice I’m not using the term CCA. Readers will see why later) focused on getting all the Christians in SAJC to unite and serve God in the school. Its pretty much an extension of what Life Concert is, a platform for us come together as one body to glorify God, except not just on one annual occasion (Life Con) but on a regular basis. SFC is, to put it bluntly, small, mostly because potential members usually sign up for other CCAs. CU aims to bring together all these Christians who are unable to take helping out in ministry up as a full time CCA. Makes sense?

The first thing about the camp that struck me,
It may seem really obvious, but the camp was by all intents and purposes, the formative period of what promises to be a strong and vibrant student organization which will accompany SAJC’s future. CU is the legacy of the 2009 SFC Exco (i.e. by seniors), their brainchild and their product. It awes and rather frightens me of just how big this thing can grow to be, and that I’ll be one of the many who helped nurture it during its infancy. The comparison with what the early Christians felt while establishing the Church is inescapable. Of course, compared to the obstacles and visions of what they experienced, CU is a meter to a parsec. Nonetheless, let that inspire the CU during times of tribulations, humble us during our moments of triumph and fuel us throughout the periods in between. (Hahaha, am I starting to sound like Benedict?)

Thing No.2...
…is that while Xiangan and I were milling about doing nothing for the camp, Jolene and Celine were busy settling the admin work and arranging the food respectively. I’ve resolved to be a gentleman (not because the ACS(I) vision says so), so I felt like a proper sod while watching Celine lug about those big bloody containers, tables, plastic bags of food and cutlery etc. Mr Matthew Tjow so candidly commented that she never looked more “Ah Soh” before. I tried to help, but I’m half convinced it hardly went a long way. And Jolene! Admin can be a nightmare, and if 2 missing forms can worry her, you know she takes this nightmare utterly seriously. I discussed it with Xa (more like whined about it), and he suggested that because the both of us behave weirdly during SFC, the Exco weren’t quite so sure whether or not we could handle such duties without doing something…funny. Like mixing the orange cordial and the rose one for dinner, or changing everybody’s names on the attendance list with anagrams. You know, “funny” stuff like that….

3)
Benedict can really talk. A lot of it sounds utterly confusing, but it pays to keep up. He really does have some interesting thoughts, though most of them center on the sensation and metaphors about worship. This does not only apply to religious matters. Even while engaging in utterly senseless banter (like the miscommunication “ah-hem” poses, or the benefits of secondary school History), he retains an enthusiasm regarding the topic. No subject is too small, stupid or commonplace to apply rigorous dissection, analysis and extrapolation. And because of that, throw any thing at him, and he will churn out a hundred thoughts about it, 95 of them confusing, 4 of them unexpected and 1 of them something to give you food for thought. He truly is one of a kind.

And of course, the Evangelism ministry workshop.
It really renewed my view of evangelism. The firefighter analogy was so…apt and right, but yet it totally eluded me before the workshop. I almost immediately thought of WPCW, about how hard he tries to reject Christianity, and my feeble efforts to show him the light. And TWF, and by extension Zoe as well. The former 2 are my closest friends, and yet I have so far failed to bring them back to God. I’ve always believed that WPCW would be a strong Christian, whenever he turns back to Christ. He will never do so until all his doubts are cleared, but once they are…imagine how strong his faith would be. Dear God, help him….

Interesting stuff
I can’t believe I watched Twilight.
Actually, I really wanted to see what the fuss was about. This movie has a polarizing effect on the viewers, those who watch it either diss it or love it. Personally, I felt there were really laughable parts (skin of a killer part was so FRIKKIN hilarious), but there were really cool ones as well (like the vampire family playing baseball in the thunderstorm). Still, if the rabid jealous teenage guys could just stop being jealous for a while, they would see that it is a pretty solid movie. Certainly better than most chick flicks. And the concepts of the vampires are pretty interesting. To me, sparkly skin = diamond encrusted = natural hard body armor = cool. And I really like Bella’s dad, he’s the most down-to-earth and easy to relate to character. Sure, he doesn’t have superhuman strength and stuff, but his love for his daughter is far more believable than Edward Cullen’s dangerously-close-to-blood-lust. The dad is just an average guy trying to keep his community safe from ravaging werewolves and vampires with nothing more than ordinary human abilities.

Discovered Jolene has a streak of sadism in her.
Hahahahaha! Okay, maybe sadism’s too strong a word and too large an exaggeration, but people who know what I’m talking about…that truly is an interesting stuff. (Damn, she really is a piece of work)

KAME HAME HAAAAAAAAArrrgh!!!

2009-05-30T08:56:00.000-07:00

Beware, this is going to be long.

Captainball Z was excellent. There was a bigger turnout than I expected, and though SFC won only 1 round (and 6 points) throughout the whole game, I don’t think any of us could care less. The music was good, the performance better and the food was excellent. So much so that I only managed to wrestle out one serving of spaghetti…Sigh.

The vegetable song Samuel and Victor performed probably did not go down too well with the rest of the participants though, irrevocably proving that the people in SFC have weird senses of humor…Yay, that’s why I like them all. “I’ve heard the screams of the vegetable….Carrot juice constitutes murder” Good gracious, I haven’t heard anything so brain popping for a long time.

It was also an opportunity to get more people into Christian United and/or the June camp. JTSy was drifting around here and there passing out forms to the teams, while X and I were simply sitting back sipping 100 Plus and nibbling Oreos. WHERE’S THE CHIVALRY GONE!!?? I tried to help, but its hard trying find the Christians in each team. Short of asking the whole lot who believes in Christ, an idea criticized for being too In Your Face, I really had no idea how to start.

Now I fly off the tangent

On that matter, there’s been the sentiment that the non-Christians in the school feel uncomfortable during the preaching, whether during morning devotions, chapel or various school events. Having studied my entire life in Christian schools (Catholic Maris Stella, Methodist ACS(I) and Anglican SAJC), I’ve never had a morning without devotions, sports competitions without starting with a prayer, and so on. Because of that, I can’t pretend to fully appreciate what my non-Christians friends describe as “the secular experience”.

Nevertheless, my friends, please understand the school’s motives. Christianity believes in evangelism and mission, and it was because of these 2 values that the school was set up. It is therefore, the school’s firm and passionate ethos to continue doing so and spread the good news, and who better to spread it to than to its students? From their point of view, the fact that someone who has spent 2 years (or more) in a Christian institution but does not accept Christ, is something which arouses a sense of failure of moral duty.

Perhaps it comes across as being forceful…I agree. Singapore is after all, a multi-religious society which promotes cohesion between the different beliefs, so the concept of schools dedicated purely to a single religion is somewhat counterintuitive (i.e. does not feel right). I’m sure SAJC isn’t trying to make its students to renounce their faith, but rather to share universal moral values from a Christian point of view.

Of course, everyone’s invited to defend their faith. I can understand how threatened one can feel regarding matters of religion. It’s a prickly subject to say the least.

DANKE

GP Common Test

2009-05-29T05:29:00.001-07:00

Title says it all.

Not sure if I can openly discuss test papers, but what the heck. Loved the test. The essay question, ““Youth have it easy today” Comment”, was RIGHT up my alley. While writing the post Generation Y, I actually had another draft ranting about the various flaws regarding our “Strawberry Generation”. I dropped it in favor of the “List of things” because the list suited the mood of the blog better, I don’t think people read my blog to hear me rant, and I don’t want to get excommunicated from my peers.

Hmmmm…maybe I’ll release it in some hidden archive anyway.

Anyway, because I already had such a vigorous exercise in writing on the subject just 2 days before, it was pretty clear to me which question to choose. Of course I had to water to it down, but the points brought up were pretty much the same. Economic wealth and material comfort does not equate to an easier life, globalization has bred in youths a culture of cynicism but tempered with naivety etc.

Still, I think I may have sounded too presumptuous . I’m half sure that they’ll burn me for that, hahahaha!

Good luck to all SAJC schoolmates! Study hard and stay sane.

Regarding Ice Cream

2009-05-26T06:57:00.001-07:00

Not an entirely uneventful day today. To celebrate the achievements of Team SAJC (all the sports CCA who competed) and Saints on Stage (Arts and Cultural Clubs who competed), the whole school was given free ice cream. As a side note, I’d like to make the observation, that the only teams that got silver and gold awards were girl teams. Not a single boys team clinched 2nd or 1st placing. THREE CHEERS FOR FEMINISM!!!

Anyway, there was a limited stock of ice cream, and with 1600+ students in SAJC, it was reasonable to assume that by 1200 noon, there would be little ice cream left, unless my classmates didn’t mind contenting themselves with blocks of dry ice (which, as it turned out, was out of stock by 12 anyway…) I collected orders, got the ice cream and left them in the Computer lab, because we didn’t have enough time to eat it and I had to keep them cold till we could. I made it very clear that there was to be ABSOLUTELY NO BLOODY EATING IN THE LAB. It was treading on thin ice, and the ice cream only remained in the air-conned lab thanks to the technician who was, as the Chinese say, “Open 1 eye, shut 1 eye”.

And somebody had to act cool and rebellious by making a big fuss about eating it in the lab anyway.

I wasn’t in the lab at that time, so I can’t confirm the 2nd hand accounts I got. But to whomever it may concern: seriously, that was really not too intelligent (I’m writing this in a nice, non-aggressive way, which is far from what I feel. But don't worry, I'll get over it). It pissed off the technician, who scolded whoever was in the lab, which made Mr. C join in as well. The technician demanded that the ice cream be sent outside, where he reportedly said something along the lines of “Eat it, or let it melt and throw it away”.

So guys and gals started to panic and started eating the ice cream before they (the ice cream) dissolved into a mess. Which meant a whole bunch of people was late for Miss T’s lesson, and I had to run all over the place looking for a place to keep the stupid ice creams.

One thing led to another, and anyone in 09S07 would know what ensued.

S07, seriously, if by any rare chance any one of you stumble on this, please know that I'm really sorry for triggering off the whole chain of events. Its not Whomever It May Concern's fault, and I don't want to sound like I'm blaming him/her. I made a decision (to collect the ice cream and store it in the Com Lab), and everyone paid for that. Really, sincerely, absolutely sorry guys and gals.

Thus, tomorrow, I have to do a list of things.

- Apologize to Miss T (I'm really sorry. I didn't forsee things turning out the way they did...)
- Apologize to Mr. C
- Apologize to Computer Lab technician
- Thank Miss L for her help (The class would have been so lost without your help. Thanks for taking charge when I didn't know how)
- Beat myself up for being a lousy Class Rep
- Give Whomever It May Concern long, hard and cold stares (because I don’t have enough street cred to lynch him/her)

……

Bloody ice creams…

Generation Y?

2009-05-25T07:54:00.001-07:00

Really can’t stand some people in my school. Good lord, I can see why people are bemoaning the state of the youths these days. One really wonders if they will really mature into responsible and sensible adults……

List of things my peers do which I can’t stand.
Skipping lessons
Suaning teachers behind their backs
Laughing at the video of Lee Kuan Yew crying
Calling Mr K. Shamugan’s talk boring and a waste of time (wanted to turn around and scold, yes scold, the 2 girls who said that)
Not clearing rubbish at fast-food restaurants
Sharing how they intend to skip NS
Guys talking dirty in front of girls
Girls listening attentively to above mentioned guys
Renewing student pass on the day it expires (guy still has the gall to complain that ICA is unreasonable)
Not singing National Anthem and asking me why I’m the only one singing
Asking me to cover for them when they skip competitions (guys I DON’T mark the attendance at these things you know)
Telling me they just left the house…five minutes before the agreed meeting time
Taking dirty Facebook quizzes (RCJY I am staring at you)
Smoke (not my classmates)
Complain to their big shot daddies when they get 30 push-ups in NCC (why the heck did you join NCC in the first place then??!!!)
............

Nervous 1st Post

2009-05-23T07:23:00.000-07:00

It's hard to write bombastically.

.....Right.

Having crawled out of the proverbial hole in the ground, I've finally caught up with the rest of the world and started my own blog. Nevertheless, readers beware, I've kept journals before, and if previous trends are any indication, my commitment to journal keeping waxes and wanes alarmingly. Looking through the last entry in that dusty collection, I find I haven't written down anything for somewhat around 2 years. And anyone who has seen my deviantart account can further testify Christopher Lee Jun Wei's character and behavior.

I've always been a little cautious of starting a blog.

I've seen my friends' blogs, and I can't help but find them incredibly "emo". Especially WF's recent entries regarding his BGR (and even before those too), or AWC's perpetually depressing ones. WPCW's ones are thought provoking, and its incredibly encouraging evidence that youths are not all entirely superficial. But WPCW comes across as being anti-establishment for anti-establishment's sake. But take no offense guys, counter-culture is the mainstream culture today, and everybody likes to think that they go against the mindless stampeding herd, screaming “VIVA LA REVOLUTION!”

Ok, having offended most of my closest friends in just one paragraph, let me get down to business. Why on earth did I start a blog?

Regarding the above question.
(I almost wanted to answer this is a thoroughly emo-ish sort of way, but I realized that it really isn’t a quality I can tolerate in myself.)

Because narcissism is a universal affliction. Hahahaha! Because voicing out my thoughts and feelings on stage to an empty Cultural Center after school is finally making me feel like some poor deranged person. Because I’d really like to voice out my thoughts and hear what my friends make of me, this mysterious character hiding in the shadows that is the inner-Christopher.

Because growing up is a complicated thing. The onset of responsibility, the expectations of maturity, the looming entrance into the adult working world, National Service, and everybody’s favorite topic, BGR. Sometimes, it seems as if there isn’t enough time to learn as a teenager before becoming an adult. Hopefully, the blog will help point out to me the light at the end, the needle in the haystack, the secret ray-gun in the statue (COD 5).

Ending….

So dear reader, please help out a little. Smack me whenever I’m emo, because I really don’t like being so. And share your views, because I love Socrates’ method. But don’t impose them. Be forewarned, I think I’m an elitist, since I can’t stand Ah Bengs, Ah Lians and boys who throw wet toilet paper at the ceiling. And for the love of Haruhi, laugh with me when I laugh at myself (like when I said I may be elitist).

Danke

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