Batman.

Ah, so boring so boring. Poly life is nothing like secondary school life, maybe because it's only the beginning of the year. But it's like, i see new faces everywhere i go and yet again, i see so many familiar ones too. No repetitions like when i wore uniform to school, walked through the gate before 7.15am and sang the stupid national anthem, which by the way is utter nonsense. Even the American pledge is so much more interesting, goes something like "i pledge allegiance to the united states of america, and to the public for which is stands" so on and so forth. I learn new things everyday in TP, like for example today i learnt where classroom 03-10/D is located, hidden in a secret chamber behind an almost invisible door only visible by Design students in possession of an ancient matric card gifted to them during DOC, heh. 

So, i shaved my hair yesterday and my Mum went "Who are you ah, why have you taken over my son? I liked him better when he had long hair and obeyed me". I still have long hair kay Ma, just that it's only in the center of my head and waxed towards the direction of Heaven(which by the way doesn't exist). Can hear Joyna scolding me already, "He's real okay, you just don't know..". 

I'm only updating because Zengting inquired today whether i updated on blogger or on Livejournal. The answer would be pretty obvious, i think.. Nah Zengting, you get to read something now kay? Aye Jingyuan can you ask your friend to speed up with his shower, i've finished writing this and he still isn't done yet? DotA waits for no one. 

Alright done,

Why so serious?

Slugs.

Ideation class on character design were so boring, my classmate sitting behind me had to call my handphone just to wake me up. And when i turned around to look at her, she had that why-the-hell-are-you-sleeping look on her face. C'mon, Alphy isn't exactly gonna' rip my hair off for sleeping during his class. Aren't we allowed to like ignore our lecturers and just sleep in class when we're poly students? Good thing is i don't have school for the next three days including Monday, i didn't have class today either. But by the time i hand in my character, it has to be fully fledged along with my journal on how it came to be. 

Don't we all love lifts, it saves to much time and energy compared to taking the stairs. I think i'm gonna' put on alot of weight in TP. Actually, it's just 1 flight of stairs to reach class since Design Entrance is technically on the 2nd level and canteen is like all the way doooown there. Donuts are nice, ribena is nice! Yet to eat in school because during breaks, the canteen area is literally flooded with students from every school. Too bad ah, design got the best tehpeng ah, chicken cutlet, design got the best tehpeng ah, nasi padang. Digressing away from the tehpeng cheer, i shall go take shower now. It's so humid that it's my third time today. 

I don't know why i'm even posting here when i've made up my mind to make the transition to Livejournal. Find my new link if you can, it's really.. gross(claims Zengting).

Slacker.

School has finally commenced and i'm thrilled, well a little bit. Ideation classes are kinda' boring, if not for Alphy at the helm we'd all be dead by now. The starting of school means less blogging, also partly because i'm too lazy and laid back to bother about entertaining readers online(if any). My first block is pretty much slack, classes from 3-6pm everyday. Only from 3 week onwards will i have 2 subjects per week. So it's pretty much slacking in class, followed by dinner with my friends and so on. Life doesn't get any better than this. But this is only the beginning, Design students in TP are reputed to be the busiest of all the schools thanks to the assignments and what not. So yea, that's about it for now. Wonder how my friends are holding up..

Gotta' get ready for class now, starts at 3pm. 

Bye, :B

Camp X!

Time to break the long line of one-word-title posts, for Design i will.

There is no school in Singapore like Temasek Polytechnic, let alone Design School. Which school makes you hang a key around the neck of a ghost in a pitch black toilet with ghouls banging on the locked cubicle doors? Which school was in the Top Three spots of all but one of the Dragonboat races despite being the second smallest in TP? Which school designed the most magnificent and awe-inspiring flags in TP that were waved proudly in the faces of all the other schools? 

Which school won the "Best Spirited" trophy?

Like many other events, i cannot possibly even begin to put down in words how great it felt to be part of Design School. I'm pretty sure only Designers from TP would understand what this post is really all about? Right after the Water Parade in Design School, my friend said to me that everything was madness. I asked him a solitary question, which other school in the world does this? He was speechless, a dog-ear grin spread high and wide across his wet face because he knew the answer. No other school does this, and many Designers would back my claim. This is a post to all Designers from TP, Camp X! Designers, on strike?

De-De-De-Design!

Greece.

I make my way through the local fish market, shoes soaked with salt water and fish grime. I cringe my face as the distinct smell of seafood tingles my senses, a mixture of rotting fish and sea water. The outspoken fishermen with their hoarse voices and coarse skin holler incoherently, each wildly advertising their catch. Here amongst the frenzied commotion, i notice only the silent. The ranting of each individual person forming pulses of sound, pounding hard on my ears.

The cobalt sky streaks across the background like a painting of unprecedented qualities, the perfect background for a picnic by the sea. The seagulls drift all around, wings caught in the updraft of warm wind. Screeching for their mates, they claw at each other like they're birds of prey counterparts. The roar of the ocean appeals to me the most, keeping within her the infinite numbers of wildlife to a depth i cannot comprehend. Stars glitter like blood diamonds harvested to the east, the light finally reaching me after milleniums of travel. The wind caresses my skin like a feline nuzzling up against me. Lying with the village behind me, i lay my burdens to the wind and just.. let go.

Silver.

I'm afraid not of death but of time, not enough time to live the way i want to lead my one chance. Afraid i won't have sufficient time to do the things i want the most in life. What i wouldn't want more than to live the remainder of my life on an island just off the coastal waters of mainland Greece. Sweating profusely under the blistering yet merciful heat, sketching pictures of toned fishermen slowly rocking on their boats, expertly balancing themselves while reeling in the nets. Finding a chaste damsel in a bright green dress out on the balcony hanging her laundry. Those guileless pair of eyes staring right back at me, her smile the very core of my happiness. 

Diving into the pristine waters without a care in the world, my mind perfectly at ease amidst the crashing of waves onto the craggy rocks of the serrated shoreline. Treading water, i watch the little fishing boats noisily power by in the distance. From where i am they seem like little toys tugged along by God's invisible hand, all a part of his propaganda. 

I can't concentrate right now so, i have this sudden urge to put on my running shoes and just head off to East Coast with a sketchpad and pencil in hand. Just to draw the scenery by the beach, or maybe lovers in each other's arms. I will continue from where i've left off here in tomorrow's post. 

I will find the better life.

Sorry, bye. 

Mister.

Quotes by Norvy Poon,

"I scold my mother cb when i was Primary Six.."

"I wanna' get canned so i can haolian to other people next time!"

"I eat gongong will become more gong anot ah?"

"Wah strawberry milkshake damn shiok sia, you tryyyy!"

Okay, so we don't always need girls in our lives right? Being single is perfectly normal, we experience no heartbreaks or feminine pressure whatsoever. Going to the gym, eating expensive food at Tampines Mall and trying out the different milkshake flavours at McDonalds. No girls frowning at horny guy jokes or disapproving when we talk about girls and how sucky they can get sometimes(i am not chauvinistic). Telling each other racist/lame jokes can be quite interesting, up to the point where the indian guy beside you happens to hear one about his skin color, keke. Guys need guy time, sometimes. My body is sore all over from yesterday's gym session with KS, but it feels good actually. No, i'm not a pervert deep down inside. Who says two guys can't go out together and not be gay? Hah.. hah.

Talking way too much crap, bye.

Oh and did i forget to mention that Norvan can't swing very high, it's like there's a invisible magnetic attraction between his butt and the Earth's core. 

Diamond.

There're no words that can describe her really. Adjectives such as mesmerize and enthrall aren't even close to giving you an idea of how hypnotic her presence is, at least to me. It's not like when you happen to see a beautiful girl outside and start drooling, nothing like that. It's liberating in a sense, to have in my knowledge that someone like her actually exists. Any other might claim i do not even know her name or anything else about her for that matter. But who cares, the feelings that course through my body when she looks at me and smiles. Eyes so tiny, cheeks held aloft and her porcelain skin slightly flushed. I return the favour, and i find my face still locked in a smile even after i've looked away. Her innocence is unbelievable, the kind you'd find in the form of a primary school kid and i mean it. You must not question her chastity for it is of the purest kind. She possesses the voice of a little girl and her big beady eyes compliment her fragile frame. I'm not one to forget someone special and this time i've been awe-struck. I will find out her name, i will find do my utmost best. She's the diamond in the ebony night sky, the outline of the tallest skyscraper. 

P.S. : WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS! 

          WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS!

          WE LOVE PROGRAMMERS, P, R, O, G, PROGRAMMERS!

Erratic.

All her wars and all it's flaws. The sunrise has come too soon and she'll disappear. Meadows of dandelions feel like vices of eternal romance. Relentless kisses filled with phone calls from her dimension. Mesmerize with every inch of your porcelain body. Stars make their way up stairways that lead to nowhere. Fingers caress every key of her enraged crimson piano. Notes of her buxom curves create whirlwinds of euphony that contradict. Laying on my sofa plucking at her guitar strings. Songs resonate throughout my soul touching the unseen. Warmth of her hands makes me wonder why she never cries. I'm already out the door and she's already gone away. Still her song syncs with the beating of my heart. The skies turn to blue to red. There's fire in your closet and wind in your head. Thump thump. 

My elaboration falls short of what she really is, :B

Enlightenment.

Everyone needs an outlet somewhere, sometime. you may find that in the form of a female companion with whom you share an intimate relationship with, or just an ordinary girl with a mile-long shoulder for you to lay your thoughts on. Then again, sometimes you may turn to your own male friends. I believe every guy out there has his own clique, a group of friends he calls "the guys", except maybe the occasional, 1 out of 10 guy who's slightly gay and goes out with girls all the time. Back to my point, all i'm saying is being a guy you might sometimes feel there's no need for you to tell other people issues that are bothering you. I understand because i know how it feels when one has to live up to the "man" image and not break down and cry, sobbing your problems to everyone around you. But once in awhile, you might wanna' try doing just that. Find a friend, share your problems. If they are truly what you deem them to be(friends), they will try their very best to ease the suffering, find a solution to the thorn by your side. 

My friends would love her.

There are things that we cannot tell you, then there are things we choose not to tell you. Reading this, you could be a sister, a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter. As guys, we are obliged to keep things from you and live in denial once in awhile. Irritating as those things can be man, we gotta' let those around us know. If it's anger, vent it. If it's sorrow, find a pillar of bliss. If it's paranoia, well then seek professional help, hah. For the anger part i really cannot help because i'm someone who holds almost no grudges, and deep down inside i feel no anger whatsoever(yesyes, i can hear KS laughing already). This is meant for guys, not girls. I'm just shedding some light on how we function because i felt there was a need to enlighten the ignorant. 

Don't deny me.

Holqa!

I always thought that Cheering Competitions in secondary school were as far as i would get with feeling like a kid again infront of my peers, well i was totally wrong. Joining FOW at Temasek Polytechnic showed me how it felt to be truly yourself among teenagers i hardly even knew. I never felt that way before, cheering my lungs out, screaming like a little kid who's oblivious to his surroundings and feeling no embarrassment whatsoever. Yes, that's what FOW does to people like me believe it or not. 

Feeling apprehensive on the first day i was there, which was actually the 2nd day of the workshop because of complications on the first. Slotted into group Holqa, seperated from Guo Xin, i felt a sense of regret at signing up for something i did not feel comfortable with. At that moment, which was day 2, Holqa were in second position in the point tables. Each group was deemed an "Empire", with 5 Empires namely ; Holqa, Nexo, Reliez, Rinku and Zetten. Each Empire was split into 3 sub-empires, in Holqa there was Hozan, Holtaz and Holix(which i was fortunate to get into). It was performance night and we put together a skit, did some silly dancing moves, much to the delight of the GLs who cheered us all the way. Alas the time came and Holqa were moved up to first place, 1 point above Nexo. Towards the end of the day, everyone opened up and i made new friends, male and female. 

Returning on Day 3, i was ready to be myself and just scream and cheer without feeling shy. Leaving GuoXin to be with his lousy Zetten, i happily joined Holqa as they were rehearsing the Earthquake cheer(which i still do not know). The GLs greeted me with such warmth that i felt part of their privileged group, a friend of many years past. I went there prepared to get really wet because that was the whole aim of Day 3 : Water Games. And wet i did get, soaked to the skin and mohawk all destroyed. But it was all in the name of good fun, and i enjoyed every minute with Holix thoroughly. The finale and each Empire's position was announced. Holqa were.. FIRST! All of us screamed and let loose like tribal people ready to devour Britney Spears. Some of the GLs cried like little babies and that reflected how important this victory was to all of Holqa. 

There's so much more to say but i'll cut it here. It would take forever to describe everything that occured, much like J.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I'll just go back and see them on Tuesday, muahaha! CANNOT WAIT AH! 

Bye.

P.S. : JiaHui, you call me superficial/anti-social again and i'll, i'll.. smack your tummy till i create ripples like those in a pond! Your twin was so much friendlier although i never got to talk to her. 

Nonpareil.

You came and went like the times we spent.

Hiding from the rain under the umbrella like a tent.

I laughed and she'd smile, it would last for awhile. 

You don't know what you got till you lose it all again.

A cool evening dance listening to our favourite band.

Takes the chill from the air till they play the last song.

Have to try so hard all the time, just to keep you off my mind.

But there's moments that i find, i'm not feeling so strong.

Running down by the lake's shore.

She did love the sound of a summer storm.

It played on the lake like a song by Celine.

Now it's washing her away once again, again.

The boat's steaming in, i watch the side wheel spin.

All i think about is her when i hear that whistle blow.

I can't change my mind, i knew it all the time.

That she'd go, but that's a choice we both made long ago.