oh no, not again!!

hello people!

i'm addicted to warcraft again, uhoh.

its back to my old self.

it's a friday night, the week has gone by so fast!

just two more days to return of school and SUBMISSION OF STUFFS.

or. 

COLDPLAY!

it depends how you look at it

the warcraft addiction's killing me.

thank goodness i'm on my mac now so i can't play it.

eat, sleep, warcraft, sleep, eat, warcraft, more warcraft.

the good/bad ol' sec 4 days, where it's just computer games and more computer games,

alright i have a thousand five words to type for world lit by tonight and i just changed my topic, BYEBYE

The Pianist from Keane

 “Our songs have universal themes and are emotional,” Tim Rice-Oxley nods. “People want emotion. But that seems like quite a rare thing these days. I don’t think there are many bands who are making music which actually means anything. There’s nothing to identify with.”

Can't agree more!

Everybody's Changing

i've been pretty keen on keane these few days,

perfect symmetry got me spiralling into the groove.

(people please listen to keane! they're an awesome band)

Trying to make a move just to stay in the game

I try to stay awake and remember my name

But everybody's changing

And I don't feel the same

friday i'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue,

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday i don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

I've found the cure.

Crack The Shutters!

the sixth year has arrived!

crack the shutters open wide! (but the sky's still dark)

ringg ringgg RINGGGGG, goes to clocks.

snoozee, snooooozee, snooooooozeee.

zz, zzz, zzz.

it wass back to school,

zzzzzzzzzzz.

six days of school have passed and i don't feel any older than i was before, not yet at least!

at least until the year fives arrive and our age starts sinking in, that we're year sixes. 

Back in year five, everything was deemed trivial because we weren't year six. but ohwell, i guess our turn has come. 

 

Dreams float on, in our heads to give motivation for the magical number coveted by many. the number that is coveted by many, has six factors, comprised from six groups and achieved after the sixth year.

people build castles in air, floatin' around, big ones, with towers, japanese ones maybe, with multi-tiered keeps. possibly classic ones too, where fairytales live, four towers on a square. some have moats while others floats.

in this day and age, our society has floated into frontiers of space reared by rockets. we need to stay true to ourselves, 

we're not astronauts y'know, 

we're down-to-earth.

we'll all float on ok!

the light has entered in, reality floats on.

blogbogbob

it is time.

Pigs Can Fly!

pigs go trottle trottle.
trottle trottle

i am going to start blogging again!!!

pigs can fly! swoosh, swoosh, in the sky
bid trottle trottle a fare goodbye!


-yish

After Apple-Picking

i always promised to myself that when i've got my apple i'll start blogging again. 

I always had this notion in my head that a mac inspires creative thoughts & ideas.

Well that's true, to some extent. 

Since a long time ago, about half a year back, i always told myself:  

"Apple's gonna come out with a better one, i'll wait." (they're always like that)

boy did i wait, until now. 

Patience is a virtue, i thought. Until inaction made it a vice. 

vice-versa.

But I am done with apple-picking now.

i've found the apple of my eye. 

(a silver apple)

with an education discount

I went to mug/cram/study Apple's cool features, filling barrels. 

'the great harvest i myself desired.'

The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.

It's pretty late at night, twelve o'clock.

It's been a (un)fruitful time yet, playing with my apple.

i need some human sleep. 

to think i was supposed to study,

Don't eat that apple, He said.

i guess it's too late,

what a rotten apple!

*the writer wishes to apologize to anyone not studying English Language A1 as he inserted some lines from Robert Frost's poem, 'After Apple-Picking', in an attempt to make his post sound and look and seeeem more sophisticated.*

P.S. the writer still loves his apple by the way.

NipponLand! (as called by yoke)

I feel i need to blog about this, but i'll do so some other time. Haha, soon hopefully.

Good Will Hunting

Unoriginal quote:
When there's a will, i want to be in it.

Have you ever thought,
that you know you can do something but yet,
you tell yourself, "I won't"?

Or how you know you're good in doing something, but conceal it from others. But yet, there's this burning desire to reveal it.

Maybe you'll call it modesty, humility & meekness.
Or Maybe, you're afraid of failure? Hmmm...

"That's what I'm saying, Will.
You'll never have that kind of relationship
in a world where you're afraid to
take the first step because all you're
seeing are the negative things that
might happen ten miles down the road."
-a quote from the movie.


I guess you'll never get hurt if you never step forward.

* * * * *

Haha a self defense mechanism.
You 'hurt' or 'lower' yourself so others won't.
I guess it works, you stay in your shell.

in your own world, with nothing to prove to anyone.

I mean, why do you need to prove yourselves to the world, by getting a good job, by earning awards?
To get men's praises? To feel better?

Unless, in your heart, you're doing it for God's Glory (:

Watch the movie(Good Will Hunting)!
It's nice. For those who this does not apply to you, I'm sorry.
Haha you'll just have to wait for another post whenever it comes.

Really funny line from the movie.

"You're legally allowed to drink now so we figured the best thing for you was a car."

Merry Christmas to All!

-xoxo hennessy

you know you love me

It's been a really long
longgggg
longggggggg

time since i've just blogged. two months?

guess alot of stuff has happened within that time, yeah.

it's saturday, after two weeks of course, and i have not much inspiration for new ideas at the moment. thoughts trickling through

haha anyway everyone MUST, watch Gossip Girrrrrll! its itttt. (i'm straight btw.)

you know you love me, xoxo. HAHA.

Dead Poets Society

Well, i just watched this screenplay/movie Dead Poets Society.
Despite my better, or maybe worse, judgment to study.

Carpe Diem.
Seize the day.

I'll quote.


"Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man."

"But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be."



I finally got what Florence Lee was trying to tell us. It took me a year.

Well, find your individuality, be yourself.


Carpe Diem, seize the day.

Venturing Into Tohtuck Lands Through The Midst Of Exams

Oktoberfest. pork knuckles!
Well, it's that time of the year again,
Books are supposed to be flipped open but yet,

Strangely, it's still a carefree atmosphere.

Poker cards sprawled over tables bridging connections between groups of fours, people still lazing about. The exams are around the corner, seemingly so near and yet so far away.
It feels like it's the holidays to me.

Shreds of thoughts whizzing pass your mind as you desperately manage an attempt to study. thoughts of post-exam things to do, guitar courses, Nintendo DS-es. maybe Pee s Pees. fun, fun, and more fun. wakeboarding maybe? hopefully.

Is this not one of those threads of thoughts?
I'm still blogging, with exams just inches away.

Six days of no school after my last paper :) a school-less week, and chuadarren is going to Melbourne. krispykremes, yet again.

I studied at kap yesterday from ten to five, almost six. after that, Sam and I ventured into the unknown realms of the neighbourhood of tohtuck. two hours from the evening twilight to dusk, we walked around our neighbourhood area, absorbing the hidden beauty of an area in singapore named tohtuck. tohtuck, sounds so .....? it's such an unattractive name, if the area was some euphonic & flowery name, e.g."fraxinelle", the place would seem so much more appealing and beautiful.

So many unique sights, abandoned houses, charred black. temple houses. a long road through this driveway of vegetation. new age concept living. team rocket's hockey ring. (haha if you get what i mean)

Snooping behind backyards and washing areas of houses through rail-less paths beside this drain led us to this circular mystical garden which appeared almost, cultic. it did not help with a pile ashes of the seventh month still not cleared. In twilight, an almost symmetrical arrangement of benches and trees gives it its mystical qualities.

There's so much more to say,
but i'll save it for another day

We need a photographer... say.. justinpoh? haha.
I realised you do weird interesting stuff in the midst of the exams that you'll never usually do.

pssssssst. it's hairspray!

mel Bourne

Well, it's been sometime since i last posted a decent post

Melbourne was great.
the bourne supremacy.

The funny thing is that although in an Aussie city, it's practically half asian. There are so many asians in melbourne.
Plentiful, filled, bountiful, everywhere.
In the trams, in the shops, in the university.
and me, of course.



G'day mate!
The australian accent/slangish english.
Sentences interjected with many 'likes' as well as with the ending with like a question mark at the end?
Yeaaah?

One thing's for sure. It beats the singaporeanish accent, in other words, singlish.
doh..ray..mee..farr...
singing, singlish

It's not just about minus-ing the lahs and the luhs and the slurs
The monotonous tone of the way singlish is spoken kinda kills the mood?
The ups and downs of the slangish aussie accent cheers things up.
or at least makes things seemingly more interesting

The cab driver that drove me from the airport thought singlish was akin to gallic in scotland,
unofficial broken english language.
It's quite funny, that some aussies think that Singapore's official language is singlish.
Definitely uniquely singapore.

Unique enough for foreigners from other countries to think we have a unique language.
Is that good or bad? You decide.

There's one thing i prefer australia over some other countries
is that, at least they know where singapore is. I presume?

Some other countries, they would just assume you're from China
because all chinese looks the same to them. Well, I can't really blame them can't I?

They go, NIHAO. You smile back.
They ask for your country. You say Singapore.
Is that in China? no.
Taiwan? no.
Hong kong? no.
Malaysia? no.
"It's somewhere near there." oh.
Thank God this doesn't happen here in australia. Or at least while i was here.

Back to melbourne,
The shopping was great.
The food was awesome. Krispykremes (:
The weather was nice. approaching spring.

and the transport system is niceee
but you can walk most of the area.

Imagine a nice cinema.
You think nice armrests and cushy cushions
I watched the simpsons with my sister in this BEANIE CINEMA.
where everyone lies on beanies to watch the movie
How cool is that? haha.

I attended my sister's uni lectures. It's kinda funny, little did the people know that there's this kid attending lectures. amazingly, i did understand what the lecturer was talking about and the way the aussie's speak makes things so much more interesting.

why am i talking stanza-ishly.

Thank you God for a safe and wonderful trip (:

The candy shop.
















The photo's bit blurry, BEANIE CINEMA.














mee














The krispykreme shop














Foooooooood.















Wierd pic. the melbourne uni campus is really nice

Will You Mary Me?

Ages since i last blogged.

Big Mary

Mary had a little lamb,
a little toast,
a little jam,
a little pizza
and some cake,
some French fries
and a chocolate shake,
a little burger
on a bun.
And that's why Mary
weighs a ton.

"Will you marry me, dear," I asked engagingly.

Funny as it is that the word marry has mar in it.

Finally, a post, albeit a random one.

P.S I do not know anyone personally by the name of Mary :D

Bird Broadcast Coporation

Woah, it has been a long time since i last blogged. stumbled upon writers blogck. Somehow knew my inspiration and impetus to write would die off.

Oh yes, PODCASTING is cool. It is nice. The IP symposium was fun, for me at least. Spent the whole week in the iMAC labs. awesome.
Podcasting with cex and win and jet and daniel and kevin and others.

The bird that flew. Birdflu campaigning. It's fun fiddling with the iMac's camera & Podcasting stuff. FUNFUNFUN.
Get a mac people. a BIG one. From macs. threeninetyfive cents.

Hear the podcast we created. It's ten minutes of crab, chilly crap. yummy.
Btw it's some bird flu campaigning thing.

Listen to it at www.thebirdthatflu.blogspot.com
Careful, it plays once you enter the site.

Twisting Tongues To School

Hey people. Try saying this really fast. properly

Which wristwatch is a Swiss wristwatch?

Now close your eyes and say it.
Had fun?

School is starting. Yes! School is starting! Did i mention school is starting? Oh, SCRHOOL it. school IS starting. Funny how the whole June has passed. or almost. Have pity on those O level people. Those people have been mugged of their holidays, mugging.
While the rest of us just sitting around in a holi-daze.

I guess time flies past quite fast. like these.

















Funny as it seems, when school starts, i begin to appreciate and enjoy doing other things. Like I'll will start reading the newspapers and magazines like Time. I begin to like doing things that i normally do not do. It's most probably because every time if you have a task to do, you always feel like doing something else.

And for all of you there who are falling behind time for your studies.
Remember, the more time you fall behind, the more time you have to catch up =D
A paradox.

To end it, a joke of some sort.

A student fell in love, and dropped out of school to marry her young love.
She wrote to her parents to say that
She had put the heart before the course.

PhotosPhotos

The photos are out! Look at the Mauritius post i posted earlier. right at the bottom, at the end of it. haha. more to come i think, when i get the photos from my sister's camera.

andand i hoped the cheering up helped.

people people please use the comments too!! give some breathing space to the tiny chatbox.

Strings Attached

Call it an instrument. Some call it their wife. Some call it electrifying. Some call it classy. Some call it caustic. For some it's to woo girls. For some it's their livelihood. For some it's their aspiration. For some it's just something to smash. For others it's their other half. For most, it is part of their life. no wait, It is their life.
Call it the guitar. A musical instrument. Thee musical instrument. It has six strings attached. A body. A neck. A head. And a figure of eight. Nice curves it has. Smooth with lacquer. Always fretting.

I still remember the first time i started learning guitar. Joshua Lim a.k.a. Tony Paul came to my house and taught me. what a privilege it was to have him to teach me. He's a legend. The thing about the guitar is that you can sound good after a short while only. sounding good enough to let people think, woah this person can play the guitar. It's easy. a trade secret of some sort it maybe. but nonetheless, it gets more difficult after that to sound nicer. Yes, so i encourage people to pick up guitar. You do need to read scores!! and its funfun.

Oh yes i still remember. Not too long ago, my G-string snapped. ow. It hurt so bad. nothing hurts more than this. just imagine, you bring your bulky guitar out and the G-string snapped. That's a sticky situation to be in. You wouldn't want to be in it. It's like a hot dog without a dog. Prata without the curry. or an iPod without earphones.
The next day, it was during tuition. Zhanfeng called me asking me whether i wanted the string. I said it out loudly, yes i would like to buy a G-string. I repeated it loudly for fun. My teacher stared at me in bewilderment. I told zhanfeng to hold on, and i told him, my G-string snapped. He was still in a daze. what a good laugh i had then. After i put down the phone, only did he ask me who was over the phone. I said it was my friend. That did not really satisfy his confused state. But i later told him that it was a guitar string and yes everything went back to normal.

Posers. posers with guitar bags behind them. Sad to say, i may be one of them. But i hug the guitar usually. Assuming if i have free hands. So it's in front, not the back. I just like bringing the guitar to play it. It's fun to play. addictive. At home when i'm doing work, the moment i pick up the guitar, i can say bye to completing the work. It's not that i can play well, but it's just hmm.. captivating? I like playing silly tunes on the guitar. it's fun and catchy. more fun than the punk rock or some other stuff.

'Nuff said. Go learn to play guitar if you haven't already. If you don't have one, i can lend you mine, with strings attached. literally.

Your Lame! No, It's Wit.

There was this guy who wrote ten puns to make someone laugh.
Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.

Some people roll their eyes. Some people drop their jaws in silence. Some people say whateverr. Some give a stone face. Some give whacks on your head. Some give you the look. Some spontaneously say "LAME!" Some come up with a counter immediately. Some go lame joke #7. Some people just did not get it. Well, someone had just cracked a 'lame' joke. Call it lame as you wish, but i prefer to call it wit. yes, wit.

I don't like to be called lame. really. as much as i like to crack 'lame' jokes or puns. I don't like the word lame. It's lame. Lame is an overly used word these days. 'Omigoodness, that's so lame! LAME!' I think the word 'lame' kills humour which involves the use of puns. If you actually pay attention to British comedies, it involves many many puns that are said at really high speeds in this bri'ish accent. No one calls it lame. It is British humour. very dry. not the usual slapstick you see in comedies. Maybe it's just the Singaporean accent that kills puns that make it lame. or the way we deliver the joke. We try to make it too obvious to the other party. It should be subtle and the other person should open his or her eyes to see it. Or maybe we just do not appreciate such wit. Defensive it may sound of how i am portraying the situation, but it is the truth. I think. I hope. So now, be careful when you use the word 'lame'. It is defined as not being in the know by webster.com. Choose your words wisely. Choose the word witty instead.

Pay attention to the many many puns you may see in this blog or in your life. Open your eyes. snowpatrol. twoop. especially in the newspapers. the newpaper to be more specific. and maybe digital life, mindyourbody, urban. The puns they use are so subtle and the newspaper format makes it more less obvious. Look out for those people who write the columns somewhere in the middle of the newpaper. Or just read the headlines of the newpaper. The funny thing is that they always love to put 'no pun intended'. They want to make you look. It's ironic. But puns like those are hard to laugh at, it's always better when somebody says it.

Oh yes, and the word 'corny' is another misused word. Like i said, choose your words wisely, don't use 'corny' or 'lame', use the word witty. a euphemism of some sort it may be. But it's true.

Why Pink Pigeon?

It was a dark and stormy night. The winds were howling. Scrap that. It was roughly ten in the morning. the weather was fine, not too thick. It was mk647. Gate thirty something. We walked onto the pink pigeon. It was an A340, it's wings were spread out and the words 'pink pigeon' was on it's beak. Yes, call it random but it was the name of the plane i took to Mauritius. It is a native bird of Mauritius. and it's pink. 'nuff said. I saw the bird in some bird park in Mauritius, it's not actually bright pink but, the name's nice so yeah. So i intended to use the pinkpigeon name for something. maybe an msn nick or something. On the way back, the name of the plane was even nicer i thought, but it was tad to comical to be used. Parakeet. Funny name. I think i'll use it sometime later sometime.

Elmo and sesame street! i thought. my long time favourite. but somehow the name pinkpigeon appealed more. I thought of doing a blog on this really long bus ride to the airport, that was where all the inspiration and ideas came in. I wanted this blog to have a style of it's own. I'll try to steer away from 'lifesucks,shootme' kind of blogs. Unless of course it's bang bang my baby shot me down. that was out of point. twoop. That was some sort of stereotyping but that's the only way i can get my idea across. or maybe emo is a good word. i don't know. no offence to anyone here. so if anyone has any points to say or improvements to be made about the writing just tell me, and i'll possibly change it. hopefully I'll not have any form of angst in this blog, I'll try to keep it PG. world peace.

And to end it, there is something i think everyone needs to learn from this. I got this quote from Purpose Driven Life.

We learn real peace by choosing to trust God in unfavourable circumstances.

I think this is quite applicable as sometimes we don't do that and we get bogged down by the stuff of the world and we forget all about this. yes, world peace.

JJJJ

HI HI HI HI
says JJJJ

I AM NICE COS I HELP YOU TO DO YOUR BLOG THINGGGY.

Mauritius

When people ask me where am I going for a holiday, I will say Mauritius. Mauri-what? Mauritius. Two reactions, it's either 'forget i asked that question' or where is it. More of the time it is the latter. Then i'll say oh it's an island somewhere off the coast of Madagascar. 800 kilometres to be exact. They will go like 'ooohh.' Big thanks to the movie Madagascar if not people would be asking Madagas-what! Then the real question sets in, what on earth are you going there for? A vacation, and to visit my relatives. Yes, another 'WHAT!' I have relatives in Mauritius, my dad was born in Mauritius. So what now, 'Your African?' Umm.. not really. To prevent the bore of a history lesson, and keep things simple, chinese migrated from China a long long time ago to Mauritius to work. period. so chinese people are the minority of the island of Mauritius a.k.a. Ile Maurice in french.

It is a nice place. coconuts. trees. beaches. more coconut trees. Well, i just came back from the place this morning. The food was great. really. i love my grandmother's cooking. I've never eaten so much in quite a long time. By the roadsides they have these one man stalls selling prata with curry like things which are delicious! I ate a considerable amounts of those. It's like me and my dad bought one ate one. went back. bought another one. They also have these yummy fried bread pieces that are drenched in oil! yumyum. My grandmother's food is super nice, especially a long time favourite that is cherished after my family. it's called niuknian. I'm not very sure on the spelling but it sounds of something similar to that. It is ball like dimsum with meat and stuff and is mainly made from a fruit called choko. This food has been elevated to almost a divine status in my family. The mention of the word choko salivates the mouths of us. I think it's divine status it holds as food of pleasure is that we only get to eat it once or twice in a year. It's either when we go to mauritius and eat or, when my relatives come over and smuggle out tupperwares of niuknian for us =)
Well, i could go on about the food forever, you just need to ask me and i will share with you the food they have there.

Moving on, just picture this. A choppy sea with winds blowing so hard that it blows your mind away. literally. And by standing on the beach you see about eight parachutes in the air and about fifteen or more windsurfers in the ocean. You see them speeding across the ocean and really really high speeds and turning 180 degrees within seconds. It's creepy and yet cool, it makes you want to go there and do it for youself which i intend to. kitesurfing looks awesome. picture this, a ten year old boy going into this super choppy windy ocean by himself with a kitesurf. wow, i wish i could do that to. I doubt my parents would even let me do it now in those conditions and that young french boy, i presume he was french, just went into the ocean. just imagine when he reaches thirteen, Ocean's thirteen.

For two mornings i jogged on the sandy stretch of beach outside the h0tel with my dad and my sister. The first morning was the left direction. second was right. It was good for burning up some of those food we all stuffed ourselves with. but its effect is negligible in negating the weight gained during the feasting of food. It's quite nice, really long sandy beaches that stretch on for miles and miles. it was early in the morning about sevenish, and there weren't many people. and i was jogging along the line where the waves came in, it made you somehow run faster to avoid them. jogging on sand is painful for your knee, as the ground was not level.

I went to mauritius, hoping to come out a darker person. in terms of skin colour. Instead i became fairer. The sun was nice and hot and it was really breezy but i guess the sun was not paying enough a-tan-tion to me. I can never seem to get dark, and even if i do, i'll lose the tan within a week or so. I guess i'm a fair person. I don't cheat, i hope.

I think i will stop writing about Mauritius. maybe some other time. If you still do not know where mauritius is, next time at those advertisements for holidays, pay a closer attention to them. It's the place where the dodo birds got extinct. I'll end with this anecdote, when we were collecting our luggage at changi airport, this gurka solider with his rifle in his hands came up to my mom and said 'Where is mauritius? Is it in Asia?' You could see the puzzlement on his face. My mom just kept mum. more or less, she just said somewhere near south Africa. I should suppose you should know where mauritius is now.
I would like to thank God for a wonderful trip i had as i did not fall down too.


The ocean. at sunset.


Part of the bird park. It's blurry. Click on it.

Haha, it's so big i can fit into it's shell.


Colourful beak.

I'll learn kitesurfing oneday. I hope.

Yummy bread. Baguettes.

The young boy i was talking about. With his dad i think.

Many many kitesurfers. windsurfers.

A nice beach. Was not my hotel though.

More photos to come i think. Need to get them from my sister's camera.

Foreword Preface?

After some sort of inspiration, lots of thoughts and much consideration, I've decided to start a blog. Yes, I've decided to pen down, or type rather, stuff and things. Stuff is so vague a word, which is reflective of the things I am going to write in this blog. I'm not too sure what i will be writing about but try your best to look out for subliminal or maybe in-ya-face puns in this blog which i hope to include. Yes, enjoy the splendors and wonders of what this blog could bring to you. cough cough.