Even as I'm typing out this entry, precious time is ticking away. Maybe I might have missed it but did someone invent a rocket launcher that latches onto time? Time has never passed so remarkably fast. While I glory in my status as a civilian, I shall try to forget about the omnious path that awaits me. In case you're wondering, everything that has got to do with 'it' is sitting in my storeroom and I'm refusing to acknowledge ownership over them till the time calls for it.

Block leave has been nothing but fantastic although I've done nothing but rot at home (If only I could just continue to rot and end up as a pile of bones and miraculously reform 2 years from now); simplicity is often the best thing. Pokemon Diamond has been taking up most of my time because Hui Dong has issued me an official pokemon challenge which will take place this Friday. Don't bother wishing me luck; I don't need it =x

Moving along, I went to KBox today with Victor, Jeremy, Bing Rong and Kay Heng. I'm still pretty amazed at ourselves: 6 hours straight with only 4 people(victor had to leave earlier). We were basically entertaining ourselves throughout the entire session. Jeremy sounds like Jay Chou with a tinge of Gary but with better enunciation; Bing Rong's tone has this slight raspy quality that makes him sound good. It's funny how the music you listen to influences your style of singing subconsciously. Unfortunately, it only affects your style, not your voice. It's not fair how some people can just sound so damn good. Throughout the entire session, we performed songs that were way out of our league like When you believe, ÌìÌìÒ¹Ò¹£¬ÎÒÃǵİ®£¬countless Lee Hom's songs and a ton of Ah Mei's songs performed by Victor.

I was reading an article about the most expensive cities to live in and Moscow was ranked at the top; you need 4000 euro dollars to rent an apartment. Times have indeed changed. Everything is so bloody expensive now. During my time spent in KBox today, I was horrified to find out that a jug of coke(which probably doesn't even measure up to 1.5 litres) costs $22. What did they put in it, crack? To trick people into buying more? I also saw this nike shoe, somewhat similar to a crocs, selling for a shocking price of $105. $105 for what? A pair of shoes that doesn't even support your ankle when you run? If you ask me, I'll say that you're paying $105 for a pair of unfinished shoes. Imagine if the shoes were complete; they'll probaby cost $2000. To add on, I saw this handphone in 8 Days that was encrested with 120 carats of diamond worth a grand total of $2.06m. Unfortunately for all of us, this is the world that we are living in: a world that is concerned with brand and prestige. Why else would that nike shoe be so horrifyingly overcharged? Why else would someone actually encrest 120 carats of diamond onto a device used for communication? Becasue there are people who actually buy them. 

I wouldn't be surprised if I had to pay double for my nike socks next time because I'll be paying for my sock.

P.S: Only 2 days left till my fate is revealed. Scream.

I'm way overdue on this entry.

This is really tricky; I have to be subtle because we all know how we're not supposed to open express our displeasure about sensitive issues. People have gotten into trouble, no shit about that.

On 15th March, my life was seized away from me. Ever since then, life has been meaningless for me. I struggle to survive to the next bookout and this is a vicious cycle I cannot extricate myself from. The girls are moving on to University; secondary students are working for their O levels; JC students are working for their straight As and what am I working for? Nada. Zilch. Nil. Nothing. Back then, I never dreaded Sunday nights. Sure, there was the prospect of Biology classes and P.E, but they were the least of my worries. Sometimes when I look at JC guys so full of zest, I hate to break it to them on what they're going to experience. It's going to hit them so hard in the ass they won't even have time to say ouch.

In case I haven't publicised enough, I'm from Ninja company. Cue the WAHHHS. Honestly, Ninja isn't as bad as the rumours. Life in Ninja certainly wasn't easy; we had a very demanding OC whose hobbies include making us talk to the ground and confining us. But I cannot deny that these 3 months have been an eye opener for me; it's not everyday u see a 2LT use a broom to sweep at someone's groin(For the record, he's a good IC, albeit abit weird. Ok, make that VERY weird). Commanders had high expectations for us to meet, much higher than other companies but they certainly weren't unreasonable.

Of course, I could never have made it through BMT without my section mates. From emo-ing on sunday nights to friday bookouts, we've certainly gone through a lot. 

Chun Kiat: Shortest guy in the entire company. Congrats for being the best section 4 IC! Tiny mighty!

Bing Rong: My fellow bitching buddy and only person to wake up later than me. The fun we had dissing dirt and laughing at others shall never be forgotten. Moments like 'line dancing',  "which chin?", "they sure are everywhere" and 'steamroller' shall remain classics forever. Bitch on!

Jeremy: OMG. IT'S SOCK.

Alex: One word: snorlax. This guy can sleep. I'll miss your baby blue blanket.

Tymon: He's the only reason why our section never oversleeps and falls in late. He's a walking clock. Tymon timer tells the time!

Kay Heng: There's non-stop shit coming out of this guy's mouth.

Victor: Another bitching buddy. Sorry, you're still receiving the razzie award for being the worst actor.

The end of BMT has come at last. Am I excited about being posted to a unit?

Are you fucking kidding me?

With the official release of the GCE A level results and the imminent doom(i.e NS), i think it's time to conclude another chapter of my life.

JC life has been both enriching and fun. I've had my fair share of ups and downs during these 2 years; made new friends(siblings included, as much as I don't want to acknowledge them =x), lost contact with some, learnt lessons that no textbook could teach and possibly for the first time in my life, realised which direction I intend to take.

It all started with that faithful afternoon we received our O level results.
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Me: Which JC are u choosing? Given our abysmal results, I wonder what JCs are willing to accept us.

My friend: I don't know. Probably PJC. It's quite close to Woodlands

Me: Oh really? Ok I think I'll put that.
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Don't ask me where that sudden brainwave surged from. Just because I live in Sembawang does not make PJC any closer because I still spend around 45 minutes to reach school. Therefore, without any prior knowledge about PJC, I made my decision, which with hindsight, was a blessing in disguise.

I remember stepping into PJC for the first time. Personally, I thought the school looks relatively new, though it certainly isn't very big. The first thing that caught my attention was the names of the various locations in the school; the office was named 'Helm' . Suddenly, my mind was flooded with images of Aragon and Legolas fighting to defend Helms Deep, with sounds of swords clashing and men and orcs falling everywhere but before I lost myself completely in my very own fantasy world, another name snapped me back to Earth: The Windows. Also known as the Library. This library was as interesting as it was dangerous, for all Pioneers know what resides inside: The Great White Shark, but that's another story for another day.

The first few days were Orientation. I vividly remember Miss Ng telling everyone not to jump on Biology's bandwagon and she proceeded to terrorize all of us with the number of files on her table. I also remember Mr Tan showing 2 lines at different levels, with the lower line signifying secondary school Chemistry and the higher line representing JC chemistry and the gap between the lines signifying the difficulty. I recall looking at my limited combinations and decided that whatever I was going to take, it was not going to be physics (It took me 1.5 years to realise that no net force = no acceleration) or econs. So lo and behold, that left me with Biology, Chemistry and Maths. This decision brought me to the class of 05S06.

I remember staring at Hui Dong for the first time during Chemistry lab lesson and wondered why the hell was I sitting beside a gangster(LOLOLOL). I remember gasping at Patricia's first sudden outburst in class and even in lecture("Mr Chan, your carbon has 5 bonds") and making a mental note that this girl is in serious need of medication. I remember look at Gina and Cecilia and wondered if they were related by blood because they just look so bloody alike(no pun intended). I remember everyone's expressions and reactions when they first saw my handwriting =x

I recall looking forward to each and every chemistry lesson because they were just so god damn fruitful. Compared to the crap ass Mrs Huynh in my secondary school, they were, by a million miles, better. Let's face it, anything is better than Huynh. I had to study organic chemistry and polymerisation on my own; "just do concept map. easy easy. polymerisation also".Bull-fucking-shit. Despite the fun I had during lessons, lab lessons were a total nightmare. Having wasted my first 3 months taking economics and not chemistry, I was having loads of trouble calculating water of crystallization. Certainly, it did not help that I was always falling behind others during experiments and was always one of the last to hand in my reports. The very night before my first chemistry SPA, I was still trying to learn how to calculate water of crystallization. In fact, I don't even remember sleeping on that night. All's well that ends well, I managed to obtain the answer during the test(if my memory does not fail me, I think the answer was 5). Unfortunately, OHD didn't. I remember OHD exclaiming out loud, "My answer is >1000. Mr Tan told us to have confidence in our answers." LOLOLOLOL. I had to stifle goodness knows how many giggles. Ah well. (If OHD is reading this, sorry I had to bring it up but it's just too funny to be passed)

My chemistry lab lessons did not improve from there onwards. Organic compounds synthesis was an even bigger nightmare for me. I failed to produce even a single milligram of salt every single lesson. Thinking back, I remember scooping up bits of white into the small plastic bag which I highly suspect to be specks of liquid paper. When everyone had a beaker full of product during the last practical, I only had half a beaker full. Even Mr Tan was amazed at my quantity, or lack thereof, during the last lesson.

Biology starts with B and so does boring and blah. Need I say more. I used to think I had an interest in Biology but apparently, interest does not equate to aptitude so I would like to believe that my crusade with biology has come to an end. Incidentally, Bye starts with 'B' too.

Maths was another lesson that I always looked forward to. Statistics lectures had a great start ("I'm sorry please give me one more chance" still remains a timeless classic till this day) I confess to losing all my maths worksheet by the end of J1 but actually if you ask me, they were mostly blank.

GP was never a fun subject to begin with. However, with that said, I would like to take this chance to thank Mdm Yaty for her efforts that she put in to search for articles and even going to the extent of using her own money to access the archives of ST. I salute her for her perpetual faith in students, for never rejecting a student's POV(no matter how ridiculous) and for having faith in all her students right till the last minute. Her dedication as PW teacher is also inspiring. She gathered information for each and every group and took time to edit all of our PIs and attended to my ridiculous demands; my record stands at 5 PIs and 7 WRs. She's also a teacher who provides insightful opinion whenever you're in doubt. All in all, a gem for PJC.

Yes, finally, the lesson I hold in highest esteem: Physical Education. After a tiring lecture, what better than to perk you up by a few rounds around the track on a hot burning day! On top of that, you get to build up muscles(which never appeared for me) by straining your body and reducing it to a state whereby you can't even walk the next day! At the end of each lesson, you're sweaty, tired and in pain all at the same time! 3 birds with a single stone! Now, who wouldn't like a lesson like this! I know I would! NOT.

05S06 is the best class I have ever been, and I believe, one of the classes that our teachers will never forget. Be it our weekly performances and celebrations for our various teachers to performances for pure dumb entertainment or cracks during lesson time, I have enjoyed every single second of my time with the class. Memories of the performances will always be engraved within me: Patricia and OHD singing a duet in front of the whole class, me hosting the one and only 05S06 award show, Patricia and Clarence's wedding, Gim Teng and his Hokkien songs, Pei Wen and her beatbox, all the ridiculous photos we have taken(I still cannot fathom whatever possessed my mind to take that photo with Patricia) and many many more. This list is endless.

I was in a class worth remembering, and I, for one, am proud to say that I was from 05S06 of PJC, 2005-2006.

Prelim results are more or less finalised, though I've yet to find out what I got for GP. I know I wished for a C in Biology, but was it really necessary to go according to my wish? 

Hui Dong and I were studying in the concourse today when we saw 2 girls wrestling. Yes, you didn't read wrong. WRESTLING. And let me reassure you, they sure weren't Lita or Torrie Wilson. One was approximately the size of a small hippo while the other that of a zebra. For some absurb reason, they were trying to hit each other while grappling. And I swore the Malay girl was trying to grab her friend's boob. After awhile, they were led away by their male friend, who proceeded to bring them to the assembly ground to wrestling. I can hardly imagine what happened to the flag raising area; they sure gave a whole new spin to the phrase 'creating new grounds'. Did they consider that fact that perhaps someone out there, LIKE ME FOR EXAMPLE, aren't interested in watching their skirts split?

But a fall would still have made the joke of the day.

Let me give you a lo'down: those 2 girls are obviously so far off the path of integrity even God wouldn't try to save them. As for their male friend, his brain has obviously been eaten by his 2 friends because there was ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING WAY watching 2 animals wrestle was funny.

Of course, like every other event that we witness every now and then, there must be a lesson behind it. And the lesson for today is: Where has integrity in the girls gone? Did someone usher them to the exit and chased them out with a cucumber and a durian? I can accept girls being more initiative, more independent, more vulgar but wrestling really crossed the line.

There was no sense of decorum in those 2 girls, and a lot of girls out there nowadays. Who says girls aren't selfish? I have a live example in front of me everyday. Who says girls are reserved? I know of someone who exclaimed out loud(and I quote),"Darling, I can see your nipples!" Disappointingly, her darling proceeded to flash his vestigal tits to her. I wouldn't be surprised if it hit her g-spot and she went in spasm due to multiple orgasms.

Give me Janet Jackson any day.

So now, girls out there, don't come telling me all guys are junk. Because as we step away from the age of technology and into the age of uncertainty, as the name suggests, nothing is certain anymore. It looks like while the guys are becoming more reserved and more open minded, more girls out there are becoming increasingly picky(and I do not say this because I do not have a girlfriend), exclaiming out loud that guy isn't hot enough or good enough as if they themselves were a piece of art.

Yea, my piece of art work.

I think I can say that my prelims are over, though they technically end on Friday.

To say that I was careless is the understatement of the year. For Chemistry, I lost about 5 to 6 marks for question 7 just because I didn't read the question carefully;  I got 1 mark out of 10. 1 for 7, go figure. No pun intended. For paper 1, my time management was so bad that I had to rush through the remaining of my paper and it resulted in 4 careless choices. For paper 2, I actually reversed the current flow, which means that my electron flow is wrong too. All this adds up to a total 15 marks. 7.5 in the overall score. Someone just shoot me right now.

I could have done better, but instead I didn't. If I got a 'B', I jolly well deserve it. I don't really mind if it's a tough question and I have no idea how to do it. It just irks me when you know the answer and you were careless. It's like dumb and dumber; instead of learning from paper 3, I carried on with my carelessness.

Did I tell you that I brought my handphone and not my calculator into the examination hall?

Learn, Matthew. Just fucking remember and learn.

I met with Gim Teng after school to make my first ATM card. Woot. It felt damn good when I withdrew money from my bank account. I just love cheap thrills. I was quite tempted to apply for a debit card but I realised that I can't misplace it. If I could lose 7 calculators(which was why I jumped at the calculator sales; it was going for four fucking dollars), and 2 pencil boxes, what makes you think that I'm not going to lose my card. And just to reiterate my point, I almost forgot to take my card after withdrawing money until Royston reminded me.

Such a genius in the making.

It's another Friday night.

To say that I'm stressed is the understatement of the year. I'm stressed out, in, up, down, left, right and every single fucking direction that mankind uses. I actually resorted to placing my notes under my pillow on the night before Biology; when you're desperate, anything goes.

I'd had my Biology paper 2 and it was a bad start. I forgot to bring my calculator into the examination hall but was too embarrassed to be excused to get it =x so there goes all my calculation marks.

Question 1: Calculate the magnification of this diagram
Me: Yay, whole numbers

Question 2: Calculate the % of light absorbed
Me: Er decimals but at least the number is small

Question 3: Calculate the % of energy absorbed
Me: WHAT. THE. FUCK.

In case you're wondering, let me give you a measure of what I had to calculate: 2.55x10^6 KJ of light was emitted and only about 50 000 KJ was absorbed. I swore I could have shot myself in the foot right there and then.

Maths paper 1 was a killer but Maths paper 2 was quite manageable. <3 statistics.

Singapore Idol is coming to an end and YES TWOHILL IS OUT. Cue confettis and pop the champagne people. It's down to Taufik... I'm sorry did I say Taufik? I mean Hady and Jonathan. Neither of them are bad but they aren't stunning bright either. But then again, Singapore Idol was never good to start with.

At least this hill is nice to look at

This herd of buffalos are a better host to the parasites found on them than Gurmit is to us

And don't get me started on Ken LIm. Please don't come telling me about his success. He is rich, but the stars that he manages aren't. Let's see: Michelle Saram? Last I heard, she was still hated in Taiwan; for her abysmal acting skills or just her pure self? As Gurmit would put it: You decide, Singapore.

I'm off to my placenta essay(what's the difference between placenta and endometrium anyway)

We're another week closer to the A levels. Work your asses off people.

Call me butter because I'm on a roll over here; 2 posts within 2 days!

I think it's amazing how selfish some people can get. I understand the need to be competitive but to the extent of being selfish is just flagrantly wrong on multiple levels. I have addtional materials and I share them with my friends; I don't fucking keep them to myself and bring them along to my coffin.

How you manage to deceive everyone with your antics, and not ignite and implode on everyone and splatter everyone with hypocrisy and bull-fucking-shit is way beyond me. But at least I know who you really are and I thank God for that. You suck at your studies, you suck lollipops and you suck dick. You. just. suck. Period.

Now that I've gotten this complaint off my chest.

I remember telling myself I would be ready for Biology at the prelims; I would have done all my proper revision, prepared my essays and concept maps.

And now all I remember is waking up this morning and exclaiming out aloud: WHAT THE FUCK.

On a lighter note, I went to school to study with Hui Dong and saw that some of my classmates were already there. Our initial plan was to go look for Miss Yap and ask her to look through our essays but alas, she wasn't there. We tried to find Miss Ng May Ling but to no avail. Yet when we were about to leave her lunch, we saw Miss Ng leaving school >.> She was kind enough to help us look through our essays though so brownie points to her! =)

And this happened when me, Tuan Quan and Hui Dong were returning to school:

Hui Dong: 975 is here! quick! (kindly insert a mental image of Hui Dong carrying 2 plastic bags and flailing his skinny arms high up in the air trying to get the attention of the bus driver)

And when we boarded the bus:

Bus Driver: Are you sure you want to board this bus? This is 925 (At this point in time, Hui Dong still felt that the bus driver was trying to joke with us)

To our horror, it was indeed 925. So we had to untap our EZ link cards and leave the bus, much to my dismay. Not to mention the glances that we were awarded with after we left the bus.

Sleep tight, good night and don't let the bed bugs bite(even though I really hope they bite some people)

Hi. Yo. Meow.

My life is in a mess right now. I've not started on my biology revision, half scared of my wits for Chemistry and just praying that Maths wouldn't be too hard (I know God's gonna send me to hell for everything that I've done, but a man's gotta try at least) I've even created a wallpaper to motivate myself

See that C? I inserted it just for my biology. Awww, the efforts and thought that I put in for my favourite subject.

We(as in Me, Hui Dong, Tuan Quan, Gim Teng, Xin Yi, Pei Wen, Li Jein) went to BPP for lunch on tuesday and we saw this man who was so weak even a breeze could have knocked him out(I kid you not). We approached him and he just kept mumbling:

"nooo.....stren...g.t....h. 51....6...6..6"

We saw a police officer drive us and thought that we were in luck but I should have known better; good things never happen when you need them. Instead of calling for the ambulance, the police officer called 2 other police officers to the scene >.> It's like calling 62353535 when you want someone to save your cat caught up in the tree. So we had to endure the weather and be beaten in our faces by the rain for 45 minutes before we realised that the ambulance was not coming. Of course meanwhile, the man was still mumbling:

"nooo.....stren...g.t....h. 51....6...6..6"

Here's the juicy part: the police officers suspect him to be a drug addict. When we offered him  water, he placed the mouth of the bottle everywhere but at his lips; just name it: eyes,nose. I know the ears nose and throat are connected but I didn't think anyone would be able to drink through the nose. He had abysmal memory(he couldn't remember keeping his IC 5 minutes ago and thought that Hui Dong wanted to steal his money or touch his butt, which I could not decipher, once again thanks to his mumbling)He also proceeded to wash his face with water, which according to the officers, are all symptons of drug abuse: feeling hot, poor memory, disillusioned. This probably means that I helped nabbed a drug addict! =x

I am so going to heaven =]

P.S: Some people are just so deluded to the point of death. Dwell on that.

Boo. I'm back.

I think i wasted my day away. I had the intention of waking up at 9 a.m. today to read through Growth and development but alas, that was not the case. I did wake up at 9, but only to switch off my alarm clock and go back to sleep. I proceeded to wake up at 1 p.m. but fell asleep at 4 p.m. again. Sometimes I swear I get this feeling that i'm just going to fall into a deep slumber and by the time I wake up, it's a 1000 years into the future and there's a great continent named after me.

Yesterday was teacher's day celebration. There were bands performing and like usual, they sucked. There were also a few dances which included a lot of shuffling from the left to the right and butt shaking and balancing on the head but other than that, they were just as boring, if not downright bad. Why couldn't someone just fall down or step out of line and tumble off the stage? That would spice up the concert. Even the teachers looked bored but were just too polite to fall asleep. We gave our respective teachers their presents, which are chocolate balls(?) with honey gold cornflakes on it. Miss Yap looked totally pleased with us and complimented our efforts. =)

On a lighter note, thank heavens for the rain yesterday (no pun intended) and we didn't have to do the mass 'dance'. Call it aerobics or yoga, but dance? Even the song seems to be resonating our thoughts: SOS. Though I would highly discourage anyone from watching the video, it is available on youtube. Search for  'pjc dance'. You have been warned.

I have never had good luck with women and boobs, and I don't mean trying to peep. First of all, there was the teenager who jumped into the swimming pool at YCK and proceeded to take off her swim suit, much to everyone's disgust. Or how about the girl who wasn't wearing a bra and flattened her blouse against her chest. If i really wanted to see, I could have just looked at my own vestigal tit, thank you very much. Just now, I was (again) caught in the same lift with the old woman who doesn't wear a bra. Her boobs were sagged all the way till her tummy and swinging freely. That was the final straw. As I stood in a corner and prayed that her swinging boobs don't hit me in the face, I sincerely prayed to God and asked from the bottom of my heart: What have I done wrong.

There are people out there who would tell you in an instant: plenty.

To hell I go(along with hui dong). Till next time.