First day of school.

It wasn't so interesting. Bah.

Maybe something fun will happen tomorrow.

Serious Error

I thought my timetable was going to packed from 9AM to 6PM all 5 days of the week!

I WAS WRONG!

Please forgive me if you have worried for my health.

What the hell am I talking about?

Lost, I am.

I don't think I've ever been this fired up about something in my life.

School starts Monday, but honestly speaking I can never do enough to be prepared for the life that I was going to live for the next three years.

I found out some time ago I was the typical Gemini in terms of personality. I've read books and they all describe me. I was so shocked. How could I be the charming, intelligent Gemini they make out to be? Impossible, I thought.

Well it just seems so.

Go, I must.

See you next time, I will.

(I watched Star Wars yesterday)

My... Forget it.

If I feel one thing now, it's confusion. Everything's spinning so quickly I can barely catch up.

And Liverpool winning the Champions League this morning is doing nothing to help my disorientation.

I keep thinking about many things. My computer, for a start. The condition it is in is horrible. And my network is still screwed. The course that I'm in requires some really advanced hardware. I'm so damn confused right now.

And then I think about my personality. My character. I don't even know what my talent is. Is it singing? Is it being angry? Is it being lazy? What is my specialty? Sometimes I really wonder...

Spending three days at Poly a week ago changed everything. All of a sudden I'm hit with the kinds of people I'm not familiar with. Everyone came with a good result (as in anywhere from 8 to 13), and I'm made to remember that I have 14, a point below the cut-off point they announced, the mystery as of why I got in? I've yet to solve it.

Then I remember this was exactly the same thing in Primary 4, with the cursed GEP programme. Putting myself among the elites, and then having reality slap me in the face and telling me that that is not where I belong. These people know much more about what we're dealing with than I ever did. I can't even say much about the specs of my computer. It's not that good. I'm not that good. The amount of games I've played is enough to be a joke in the house. Years of online life is nothing compared to some of theirs.

I think about it again and it bites. And it never lets go.

And then sometimes I think about girls. Actually, not sometimes. All the time. I don't know if it's hormones or some strange, desperate, lustful desire that creeps within me (I hope it's the former) but I just can't stop thinking. I guard my handphone like my life, holding on to it all the time, as if hoping somebody would message me.

Just to talk. Ask how I was doing. Ask me about something. Remind me about something. Something funny. Something meaningful.

No, nothing. Sometimes I get messages from Jo and then I can't help but think, "maybe because he pities me for getting nothing everyday while he has people to talk to all the time". He probably doesn't think that way, but...

Yes, I've realised that I've gone into a new stage of self-pity. Please let me be.

I must deal with the pain alone.

And then I remember no one will read this. Hah... The irony.

A Beautiful Mind. Not.

Sorry I decided not to have an Orientation Day 3 because, well, as they say, "Don't say anything if you have nothing nice to say". Or something like that.

I'm looking forward to the rest of my, uh, boring week.

I just watched A Beautiful Mind on TV. It's really nice. I think I'm turning into a movie goer/critic kind of person. That's pretty weird coming from a guy who didn't frequent the cinemas and the VCD rental shop until the year before.

Speaking of which, maybe I should go rent another movie.

I have tons of stuff to do, and absolutely no motivation to do it. And since I came back from Hong Kong I've been getting this weird feeling. Like I'm lost. Confused. Undecided. Totally beaten. Frustrated, at times, at my inability to make it right.

Games haven't helped one bit. They have lost their appeal. I don't even remember what I like to do anymore. I play CS nowadays to train up a bit.

I have a sad, sad life. Damn it.

And my stomach's turning. My monitor's flicking white to yellow and back furiously. The computer's mute. Can't hear anything. Anything I get to play is played on the inferior computer.

I hate this.

I await salvation in the forms of a new computer.

Now. Back to CS.

NYP: DET: Orientation: Day: 2.

The trip to school made me sweat as usual. Damn I hate the walk.

Anyway, so I came up, and some people were late, and Bobby was telling me how last year his group was reduced to half after the first day.

Some people were late, and so we started playing games all.

It was all in all a pretty boring day. I didn't remember anything much beyond the introduction of the network and its functions, a Math quiz and a fire drill.

Not to forget. I'm in the finale. What the hell! I mean one second I'm minding my own business and then I get crazy and the next thing I know, I have to sing in front of a thousand over people.

Fuck.

Well. I have to sort my mind out about this. And someone. And some other things.

Bye.

NYP: DET: Orientation: Day: 1.

I went to the school. No sweat. I went up, and this OGL asked me which course I was in. So I said DET. He led me to this empty line. Says go down and register with your IC. So I walked down, and I saw the other lines for other courses crammed pack with people.

So I gave my IC to the guy who asked for it (later known as Bobby), and the girl beside him (later known as Li Ting) gave me this magazine, and gave me a sticker on to stick on my shirt. I was in DET0502. So I was told to join the others who had already arrived. And my, oh my, was I surprised to see a girl showing up. I overheard an OGL telling her she was a quarter of all the girls in the course.

As we left for the auditorium another girl showed up. I thought this could get interesting. I went in, and noticed that hey, there was one more girl! And a whole lot of people had arrived already.

As expected (of course) any of them who were talking would be talking about a game. Any game. Games I know of and played like Metal Gear Solid 3 and Counter-Strike (obviously), and games I have heard of but never played like Warcraft 3 (technically I played, but I don't want to admit it), the Dead Or Alive series and Splinter Cell, and of courses games I've never even heard of so I can't exactly name them here.

So then the whole thing started. There were videos, no talks. Everyone pretty much just came up and said, "Watch the video." Then we went out for a little break, made food preferences, payments, shirt sizes and other stuff. Then we went back in for talks, and a performance by some people (the seniors, I presume).

Then we went off for a briefing, getting to know our OGLs (Sandy, if any of your Woodgrovers remember her, is the OGL for 0503. I was fighting the urge to call her "xue jie!" But of course she didn't know me), a campus tour, some ice-breaking games (who the hell acts out "Chronicles of Riddick"? Bobby said it took him an hour, I was wondering if it was long enough) and then lunch. By this time I had familiarised with some guys, and the last girl in the course was in my class.

Now we went to a theatre where we got a briefing on our course, and school facilities and other rules and stuff. And of course the in-house network we should make full use of. After the talks we talked around a bit, had some breaks.

Then we went out for the inter-class matches. Well! I can safely say we are best class yet. Thanks to me, of course. If you're going to start booing me for being such an arrogant ass, I'll tell you why you should not.

The game was called Blind Man's Walk (or something like that). Someone would be standing in front, and the rest of the class standing a distance back. The first two persons of the rows would be blindfolded, and would have to pass a paper ball to the guy in front. Each one worths a point. We played the game once in the simple way, scoring maximum points, tying 0503.

Then the second time it was played, new rules were introduced: 1) People in front cannot move their feet to take paper balls. 2) The people in front can purposely misdirect another team's "blind man" to give himself his paper ball. This means the people in front can score from anybody, even from other teams, as long as it was made legally. 3) OGLs will be out there, making a lot of trouble.

And the strange thing was, even being gamers these people didn't know how to make full use of the rules, especially No. 2. When my own guy goes back I would start to lure other people to me. And without surprise, I lured a few. Now, don't belittle a few. Because every point I score is one less point somebody else scores. So I had the top score, winning the thing.

Oh, yeah.

Then we went home, and everything was routine.

But it's nice. I have Day 2 tomorrow. I heard there's Maths. Ciao!

Ahem. Incoming!

I'm having my orientation tomorrow. That kinda sucks, and that kinda rocks. I'll tell you why.

It sucks because that is one of the most shocking news Ive gotten since I returned from Hong Kong. And my home network is down because of the stupid router, and it's still not up yet.

It rocks because I have nothing much to do at home anyway. And it's boring at home.

It's always nice to meet mroe guys. Is that under "sucks" or "rocks"? I don't know, but I pretty much figured a course like mine have guys all over the place with no girls at all.

I'm going to go imagine the testosterone levels tomorrow while I sleep. Ciao!

I never thought I'd live this day.

I'm sitting here with a cut heel.

The guys are curious now. What the hell is that? You'd know if you made a poor choice at the shoe shop. Or a grave miscalculation.

Girls know what I'd mean. Well, most of them anyway. I've heard of girls who swear by track shoes.

And to tell you the truth, the cut I have isn't from a heel, neither is it from my new canvas shoes (it worsened the cut).

It's from a pair of Timberland sandals. Sandals! Ridiculous, I had thought. Apparently it happens.

I feel like Achilles. Well, almost.

Hong Kong Episode III: Revenge of the Back

As far as I can remember from today, it's painful heels and a painful back.

And I picked up the last item on my list. Yes! I'll show it to my closest friends when I get back. I should think most people wouldn't appreciate it.

So at noon I will leave for Singapore. I will make an inventory of what I got at night.

It wouldn't be half as long as what my sister got, but I'm satisfied because many of those things aren't available to me in Singapore, especially clothes.

Well, I have to get up early in the morning.

See you at night!

Hong Kong Episode II: The Hurting Foot Strikes Back

So today we went around again, and sadly it was very disappointing for me. Not only did I not find a single thing off my list I liked, I only completed one thing in my list today. Poor results considering tomorrow's my last day here.

And to boot, I walked my feet sore again. I sat down at every shoe department or shoe shop we stopped at.

The best thing was sushi for brunch. I got to try many things for the first time, especially the sea urchin at the end. Mmm mmm.

Well, I'm not gonna type a lot today. Bye!

Hong Kong

Last night, after landing on the China Airlines flight, we went through the customs and straight out for a taxi. The staff was nice, volunteeringly giving directions as we went, and we got into a red cab for travelling in the city area.

The taxis here are bigger, and I soon realised that it didn't come for free.

As we all know, taxis in Singapore start at S$2.40 for the first kilometre and go at ten cents every 200 metres or 30 seconds of waiting time.

Over here, it starts at HK$15 (S$3.20) and increases at HK$1.4o(S$0.30) each jump.

A trip the same distance would cost more than twice the amount Singaporean would get to enjoy in the country. And you thought taxis were expensive.

So when we arrived at my mom's place we got off, and my dad paid the fare. I went to the back to get the luggage out of the boot, and the driver came to help me with the bigger case. And then, in that very moment, I felt lost. It was a very new sensation to me.

I felt foreign. Rude, even. I wanted to thank the guy but I couldn't speak a work of Cantonese. Pathetic, I thought. We came up, unpacked and basically just slept.

I woke up this morning to get a shower, and left for what seems to be the local equilavent of our Victoria Concert Hall to eat the best dim sum here. I'm not sure if it was the best, for it sure was good.

After that we took a boat across the river, and went to what they alled the Women's Street around here. It was a a whole street full of stalls and booths selling stuff from clothes to toys to chess sets to lighters to accessories to posters to G-Strings and other really strange stuff (ask me and I'll tell you in person).

So we bought some stuff, walked around, and rested at this restaurant. After we had a drink we went around in the building the restaurant was in, and then went across the street this shop that sold "cute" stuff. Anyway, here was where I first smelled the famous smelly beancurd. It wasn't that smelly. Maybe it's my higher tolerance.

So after all the shopping we took the MTR to Central, where we met my mum's colleague and her family for dinner at Yong Ji. It was supposedly the place to eat roasted goose, so we went there and were introduced to the colleague, her American husband and her five-year-old son.

My mum and his dad fought over the tab, and the guy finally won by shoving his card into the poor waitress' hand.

So after dinner we went to get some drinks to bring back to the room, and watched TV.

The rest are asleep now and I'm still retyping this entry i lost about ten minutes ago.

Bye!

Whoo

I'm at Changi Airport, I just got in through the gate, and I'm using the com in there to blog.

How cool is that!?

Well, I'm off. Ciao!

A pity!

I'll be away to Hong Kong from Thursday to next Monday.

A pity the alumni is holding the gathering this Saturday. I wanted to see everyone, and the school too.

Damn wasted sia.

Well, the day was okay. Went out to do some preparation stuff for the trip, and came back and camped with YuRiPa the whole afternoon. Jo and Jiawen came, and they're still here.

I got a little sick of the game, so I stopped and came here and checked my mail.

In any case, if anybody wants me to do a favour and bring something back (you pay), please tell me ASAP.

Ciao.

Mother's Day?

The earliest date Mother's Day can occur, 8th of May. It's Mother's Day but my mother isn't around to celebrate.

...

By "not around", I mean not around in the country.

...

What the hell were you thinking?

Life is boring.

YuRiPa!!

Whoo.

I completed FFX. Cheer for me! Hahahahahaha.

The ending wasn't that sad. At least not for me. The last scene was damn puzzling though.

I also watched Kingdom of Heaven! Pretty nice. It wasn't pro-Christian or anti-Christian, neither is it pro-Muslim or anti-Muslim. It just showed what happens when extremists from both sides decide to bring their thoughts into action.

Well. Nice. You should see it.

Hmm.

I want to watch a few movies. Too bad nobody watches them with me. Maybe I'll go watch them myself.

Kingdom of Heaven sounds really good. And what else... I wanted to see The Pacifier.

Oh well. I can't believe I missed so many movies. If only I had the money and the time...

I'm at the verge of completing FFX!! Yes! Whooohohooooooo

Alas!

Lost of yet another great man. And more so, a great man I didn't even hear of a lot until his death.

Not many people of my generation knew much about Dr. Wee Kim Wee.

Since this is the case I won't type further.

This really is the "Die If You're Famous" year, isn't it?

Well.

Lamest thing on earth.

One day, an evil scientist kidnapped a princess. The princess kept screaming.

Evil Scientist: Hahahaha! You can scream your lungs out and nobody will come to save you!

Princess: Your lungs out! Your lungs out!

Nobody: I have come to save you, Princess!

Evil Scientist: Speak of the devil!

Devil: Yes, Evil Scientist?

Evil Scientist: Ah!! Ghost!!

Ghost: Shit! Got discovered!

Shit: Bullshit! Who discovered me?

Who: What business is it of mine now?

Evil Scientist: Oh my god!

God: Who called?

Who: Nobody called you!

Nobody: Since when?

And the Evil Scientist suffered a mental breakdown.

Mayday! Mayday!

Labour Day.

I know it's old-fashioned, but I still want to remind anyone reading this that Labour Day in not in honour of pregnancy or giving birth. Even though having a public holiday to do that sounds pretty nice. Hell, public holidays are all great. Who cares what it's for?

You get a day off!

Anyway, the day was okay. Nothing really bad happened, except that the dog peed outside. That's not very bad.

So yeah. Bye. And I want to thank Piyo for coming over everyday. *muack*

Ok, well maybe that was a little uncalled for.