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I need a good cry. Seriously. Isn't it wonderful how we lead different lives yet somehow we manage to  converge on similar wavelength?

 

I'm attracted with the voice of Sam Sparro. His songs are of new age coolness. And his lyrics are very deep. Read more about him, Sam Sparro.

 

 

Just Me,

Dean.

It deserved my tears, my red eyes, for it was written in the most human way possible. Not one phrase from its 229 pages was ever pretentious. Though I might have read it tad bit fast, the story hung on to me, like a lost little boy clinging on to his mother's soothing directive stable hands. Swept decisively through its emotional whirlwind. I was an eager passenger on the roller coaster ride. Heck the nature of the story, I found myself smiling foolishly in public, trying oh so hard to cover my book, sheepishly finishing a chapter while monitoring my students with their given work. It was a deftly woven and compelling book. Peculiar Chris.

 

Another random lonely walk around IMM amazingly left me happy. I get glees when I see certain things. Love for renting DVDs led me to VideoEzy and I cam across two movies I'd like to lay erm my eyes on. haha

And to the IDIOTIC, HALF WIT TAXI DRIVER of SH 7766 K, I freaking do not appreciate your crude, I'm-a-lost-sergeant-from-Tekong tone you impaled on Jaryl and I when we apologetically asked you to make a right turn, instead of going straight and follow what you think is the proper way. Bitch.

Driver: (turns back at Dean) Let this be the a lesson. You've just made other drivers angry due to your action. Do you understand?!

Dean: (in mind) Fuck off la uncle. Could say it nicely right.

 

Teachers do get territorial over their form class.
I find it utterly silly, until it happened to me. I caught one of my colleague gaped at one of my students as he had a small, reasonably quiet tlk with his classmates. That colleague of mine spat out some stern words, which looks like a mini lecture.
My heart literally went: "You did not just scold my kid infront of me. Trying to make me look like a useless disciplinarian, huh?"
That felt crazy dude!

 

Homecoming08.AestheticConcert08

and I quote proudly from Jaryl; 'Why do we always make other people's event, OUR own event?!'

And the the hall felt like it was our common living room, this time we had visitors, some welcomed, some absolutely not welcomed, some that had emotional baggage tagged along beside them, and some who looked like thet're trying to impress stones. We were supposed to rekindle good old sweet memories with our classmates, but we stick to our comfortable group and started bitching. *Salutes to Chew Yen, looking fab while monitoring our bitch level, Jaryl, for making me realise Secondary school was the bomb and Mai, for tagging along the bitching ride. You want visual aid, pictures, you gotta wait.

Midnights spent in front of the telly indulging a bowl of Coco Crunch (yes, yes, I know. RANDOM) while watching Who's Line Is It Anyway? is the BOMB!

9AM and I'm forcing myself to blog. Ridiculed by the source of this need, I'll blog about the first thing that comes to my mind. And maybe the subsequent idea that drops by with a box of Coco Crunch.

I want to dance. Yes, that using-every-single-body-part-to-animate-a-song-activity. I reckon it would be a good workout as well. Why this sudden wish? I guess I've got the thang to shake it! haha Actually I was driven to this idea from watching So You Think You Can Dance. Have you seen those dancers prod, jump, bolero-ed and ignite fire on the dancefloor? Aliens, I'm telling you! Plus, I guess having some dance fundamentals would be benefitial. Not to mention, a good social skill as well! *You don't wanna look like a hungry French pig searching for truffles.

I told myself not to blog too much about my work, but I cant freaking help it! I went out to the Singapore Discovery Centre, SDC, with Sec 2C. Firstly, the students of this class called themselves secondary 2Crappy. Clearly suggest their (rock bottom) level of confidence. I taught them History last semester, turned out like a brief encounter in hell. But these Normal Academic kids are actually funny and genuinely good natured. I'm not saying this because they said that they missed me while I ensured discipline in the bus. Deep in my heart, I was so glad that I'm done teaching that class haha. Ok enough of them. SDC tour was to promote Racial Harmony. 3 years since I stepped into SDC and boy, the placed changed. Well slightly. And so, we went from one booth to the other, exihibition after exihibition, display after displays, trying to learn as much as we can about what makes Sin(City)nga-boar unique. Our last stop was the ARMS Museum, newest attraction over at SDC. Kids learnt the vital role our NSmen and NSFs play in ensuring peace and gave a good over view on SAF's global peacekeeping involvement. Kids were laughing at our tour guide for he pronounced Harmony as Har-Ma-Ny. poor chap. I learnt something from the trip, I'm sure my Sec 2Crappy gained something.

Been reading Peculiar Chris. Overpriced, but it cut me like a knife on my emotional lifeline as I almost teared. I have symptoms of emokidlitis. Crap. Homecoming '08 is in 3 hours! 

It has been donkey years since I met my chinese-gf, no I'm not trying to sound racist, Winnie. Busy as a bee, I finally manage to hear, laugh and dine with her after band practice. The usual gang was there, armed with a surprise. Lewis.da.bomb sneakily informed me bout his devious plan while waiting for our food.

We felt like little kids, laughing at Mai for we had faked her birth date and started screaming the birthday song over at Billy Bombers. Glances and smiles we took in as passerbys heared our cry. Winnie complained that her tummy couldn't take in all the humour and laughter. Million appreciation to the management of B.Bombers for giving us oh.so.hungry.dessert.craving.liars a huge slice of cake as the bday cake. Mai, don't say we didn't celebrate your 19th birthday!

 In all things random, Jaryl and I met our dear sexy.naughty.bitchy.gorgeous.diva.gentleman Skyy for supper. McDonalds felt like Goodwood Park as me munch and pacify our secret cravings. Oh, don't try their new onion rings, Skyy thinks they succckkkk. hmmm Jaryl noticed that I ordered Iced Milo instead of Green Tea; 'Thats not you Dean'. With my sweetest apologetic injected smile, I changed my drink order, complimenting bout how erm deep Jaryl has known me as well. The night wouldn't be right of we didn't do something random. So here's the result:

 A HUGE HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY TO FARHANA.BULU.I.LOVE.YOU (08.07.08)

 

firstly, apologies for whatevers worth.

I came across this bulletin while looking through my dusty Friendster profile, read it and you'll know why I love her so much.

Name 3 people you can think of right
off the top of your head.Or you can
use your top 3.Don't read the
questions underneath until you write
the names of all 3 people.
This is a lot funnier if you actually
randomly list the names first .

NO CHEATING
1. jaryl
2. dean
3. mark

DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED UP
THE TOP !

1. How did you meet number 3?
= changi

2. On a scale 1-10 rate your
friendship with number 1?
= 1000000000000000000000000

3. How long have you known 2?
= 4 years ya'll

4. How do you know number 2?
= JC ya'll

5. What would you do if 3 told you
he/she loved you?
= he does all the time

6. A fact about number 1.
= he loves antm and gossip girl ya'll

7. Who is 3 going out with?
= ME!!!!

8. What does 1 do for a living?
= he's gonna be a teacher ya'll

9. Would you live with number 3?
= if we marry which we're certainly heading in that direction

10. What do you like about number 1?
= he's my boo boo ya'll

11. Do you miss number 2?
= i miss em all the time!

12. Would you kiss number 3?
= already do beeyotch

13. What's your opinion of number 2?
= he's a diva

14. What's your favorite memory with
number 1?
= umbrella in the rain

15. What would you do if 1 and 2 went
out?
= AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

16. Ever had a long conversation with
no. 1?
= dont ask me stupid questions.

17. Have you ever slept at 1's house?
= no

18. Do you hang out a lot with 3?
= yeah ha

19. Who have you known the longest?
= 1 and 2

20. Who have you known the shortest?
= 3

21. How often do you talk and see 1?
= when we can

22. What about 2?
= if i see 1 ill see 2

23. What if 2 likes you?
= the possibility was explored and de-explored

24. Who do you love the most in the 3
people?
= dont make me pick ya'll

 

Lets meet up one day dudette. Jaryl and I miss you. 

 

I have a confession, I wanna be famous. Not superstar famous, but just famous famous. I want my photos on my blog to be perfect, decorated by my hard earned fierce abs, people looking would just go "Fuck I wanna be like him". Yes, if you have the urgh to puke, by all means, puke. I guess nobody can ever ever ever feel contented with themselves, unless he/she is born perfect. Which brings me to the point that phasal mental and physical change.

We, more like me, often console ourselves by comparing ourselves with our former.

"Hey remember how we used to look like in secondary school. we changed alot!"

"Hahaha. yea, I guess we benefitted from it. Miraculous!"

I'm thirsty. I want more. A change, from head to toes, shirts to underwear, mental to mind. Make me love kissing my skin! What on Earth has gotten into me! haha

Long John Silver has always been my favourite food joint. but now it has taken the status of 'THE FAVOURITE'.

W: (held up an 'unglam' piece of french fries) I asked for French Fries NOT potato fries!

D: (Gave the WTF stare) French Fries, Potato Fries, SAME.

W: OMG that was damn bimbotic!

D: I know, that was damn classic man.

I can't wait to do groceries with Jaryl. It has become our erm, tradition. lol

(In announcer voice) CLIP OF THE WEEK:

 

The day started fine, or so I think. The same old white purple orange bus has been making me reach school half drenched in sweat. It sucks because I have no time to prepare my lesson (though last minute) and take my students' attendance. Initial feelings soon dissolve into a sweet concoction. They had Spelling Bee competition, challenged myself by scribbling letter after letter once the game host pronounced a word. plus, it was a great indirect way for me to learn new words. I have to say, my vocab is rather minuscule. 

my iTunes playlist reflect it as the most played song within 3 days, 90 plays. Swore that I'd never ever ever listen to any Duffy singles, my heart was led astray by this song from the promise I had made earlier. I beg your forgiveness, I have severe nostalgic pavements. 

When I get to Tampines
Meet me by the entrance of the MRT
We can talk things over a little time
Promise me you won't stand by the light

When I get to Tampines
Please draw the past and be true
Don't think we're okay just because I'm here
You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I've been confused, outta my mind lately
You think you're loving but I want to be free
Baby you've hurt me

When I get to Tampines
We'll spend an hour but no more than two
Our only chance to speak once more
I showed you the answers now here's the door

When I get to Tampines
I'll tell you baby that we're through

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby
You think you're loving but you don't love me
I've been confused, outta my mind lately

All the days spent together
I wish for better
And I didn’t want the train to come
Now it’s departed, I’m broken hearted
Seems like we never started
All those days spent together
When I wished for better
And I didn’t want the train to come
No, no

You think you’re loving
But you don’t love me
I want to be free
Baby you’ve hurt me
You don’t love me
I want to be free
Baby you’ve hurt me

*ok, shoot me NOW! I totally butchered the song.

The school authority should just run up to sec 4I's classroom and shoot me for using the internet and blogging right in front of the students' presence. *sticks out tongue.

I have problems. A huge macroscopic problem with overcrowded swimming pools. Filled with cheese skined smelling and pungent dark hairy monsters. They don't even have 'pool courtesy'. Disrupts me till frustration. but its a public amenity after all. 

 

And as I squint my eyes, I giggled in my heart over the fact that I'm actually happy. Inital qualms with me relating my inner heart feeling to Jaryl went well. I knew that our 8 years friendship is rock bottom solid. (think Stonehenge) With a wide (gummy) smile, he nodded. My heart got lighter. Jaryl Jaryl, I adore your blog works. I've read you grow, not so "watched you grow", it pleases me. I wish for the better for you. Always.

We've been seeing alot of each other, budget dinner need not neccessarily mean cheap moments. "Urgh the cheese sucks!" or "I need something cheesy for pasta!" to "see but no touch also what?!". Turkish Delight I am, rolled nicely in icing sugar, hides my bland base of insecurity and coy. thank you very much, dragon boat felt less intimidating, and at least I can relate my experince to someone sane, aimless window shopping, but got intriguing when you popped out a notebook to jot down shop's name. I can remember for you. You may complain about Long John Silver giving you pimple outbreaks. Weird yet humourous, I see a similarity between us. With my Cornetto in my hand, I lay still on my bed, ignoring the fact if my mum saw me in this state I'm in she'd scream at me, "There's a kitchen for a REASON!". I was lured into wild thoughts about my future, potential relationships and of course my huge ass shopping list. Unresolved, I cursed, the nose-piece of my goggle broke and with whats-left-of-my-wits, I managed to fix it, and at the same time impress someone, just in time to do my laps. New googy-quirky goggles, I need one soon!

At the end of the day, home movies, meat on sticks and pseudo Holland trips made me happy.

 

Finally made me ears open to this song. (weird phrase) Anyway, it screams of somebody. Bad history dude! 

 

FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARKKKKK..

i love teaching Sec 1D. they're naughty, smart and most importantly, they understanf my sarcasm!

My NS buddies and I are (possibly) attending DeathCab For Cutie's upcoming concert. 12th August people!

 

 

 

some of myfavourite songs from 'em!

eh I'm getting fat! need to head down to the gym soon.

 

*This looks like an another bimbotic blog entry AGAIN!