Saturday, January 31, 2009 . 13:10

"When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath, Imma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella"

CNY was uneventful. You know, same old same old, visiting, gatherings etc. Learnt texas hold em though.

School has been picking up, work piling up. And tests next week, wth. We're gawn.

Training has been mad too. Now that all the breaks over, we are burning ourselves out at every training. 2 more months before the big thing.

And uh yes.

Friday, January 23, 2009 . 22:43

"Make it all better when I'm feeling sad,
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not,
Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, Barely getting mad,
I'm so glad I found you; I love being around you.

You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2- 1, 2, 3, 4
There's only 1 thing 2 do, 3 words 4 you"


and I'm very sorry.

reality hurts.

Thursday, January 22, 2009 . 10:27

I have to admit I couldn't wait to get back to Singapore, and I could wait for CDP to start last week. But to say that CDP was an utter waste of time would be lying.

I mean sure, some of the activities weren't too interesting, the nights out times were too early, the breakfast wasn't exactly great and I dont think anyone's character was particularly developed. But one thing was certain, our class is really more bonded, and that made the CDP more fun than it could be.

I won't go through everything cause that will waste your time as much as its going to waste mine. But just the highlights. Such as our whole class hiding in an ulu place eating ice cream during the treasure hunt. The haunted tv which kept going to channel 38 which had no video. The ginger rogers card which kept going missing. The imba group seven-eleven which owned in the rafting AND obstacle course. The daunting rock face, which was bravely climbed at different parts by the class. The bridge/times up playing at the back of the bus. The late night werewolf games. The camwhoring. The bald guy talking about the philosophy of life at the Awana Eco Park. The singing on the bus. And you know, other fun stuff.



And now I am back in Singapore. Yet trying to escape reality.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009 . 00:27

I'm so glad. Haha, you are wonderful.

Sunday, January 11, 2009 . 15:36

There was a crushing sound as the water resisted the face of my moving blade. Green turned to white, bubbles frothed. Sticking my right foot into the water, i got out of my kayak in a not so swift manner. I gripped one edge of the cockpit and slid my hand under the hull, hefting it up, grunting under the now heavy kayak.

I looked up, scanning the feeders for those of my team. I broke into a slow jog towards the portage lane. My muscles burned under the combined weight, and my breaths came out short and sharp. Then, I spotted them. "Water?" a voice said. I shook my head. "Food?" I nodded absently.

A second passed.

My breathing and weight upon my shoulders became the focus of my existence.

Two seconds.

A banana came into view. Practiced hands swiftly stripped the fruit and stuck it out to me. How many of my team mates have they fed before me? I took a mouthful. The sweetness was pleasurable.

Another hand came, coarser, this time, holding a bottle of water.

Water. Oh how important that had become. I thought of the water bag behind my seat, still half-full with gatorade. I considered refusing.

Shit! My bow scraped the sand. I braced my elbow against my boat in an awkward position. Who cared about how you looked right now? I huffed as I struggled to lift it to a horizontal position.

I wasn't sure if i had cursed aloud, but a female voice sounded, "Relax, take your time." Time? Sure. Currently 1 hour 58minutes.

I succeeded in protecting my craft, and took a gulp of water just because I was too pressed for time. I looked up for the first time, to the other lane. My partner was still strolling along, obviously waiting for me. I thought about how nice that was. How long have I been here?

Then I stepped away from my helpers, only to once again face the grim task ahead of me as my muscles burned under the combined weight.






Bah. that was a whole bunch of exaggeration.

Saturday, January 10, 2009 . 17:22

so the first week has passed. literally, 5 days. friday was declared a holiday, due to our imba imba year 6 results.

Sounds like all great and pleasing news?

WRONG.

firstly: damnit, declare wednesday. Its longer, and we will get to skip TWO commentaries.

secondly: training.

thirdly: This means we are expected to score really really well when it comes to our batch. why? Lets take a look at the statistics

First batch: 40% above 40 points, average of 39.something.

Second batch: 60% above 40 points, average of 40.2

Therefore forth batch: 80%, average of 42.

Of course, lets see how the third batch does first. (screw up screw up screw up)

So anyway, we have met all our teachers, all the speculation is over. We got Mr. Jarett Kan again, so thats good news. But one of my teachers is really strict about hair. Rough year ahead. Other than that, most of my teachers are rather alright. Though of course, this is just the few weeks. The question is, if they are gonna survive 36 more weeks with us.

Marathon tmr, quite daunting. We have been training quite a bit for this. 16km programs, fartlek, 2k sprints, portages. FINALLY after tmr no more. But this is the final test, not whether I can win (because i cannot), but whether i will survive. If i die, please say nice things about me. 27km gosh. Perhaps it would be better to think of it as 6x4.5km. hmm. okay no its not. Hopefully having someone to row with and having more portages and having gatorade in my trusty water bag will pull me through. Hopefully.

Okay time to go gear up with plasters, duck tape, and gatorade and to load up with carbo and water.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009 . 19:25

i have been ordered asked to post this:


| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
sylar has a bigger fan group on fb
plastickers says:
hahaha
plastickers says:
yuck
plastickers says:
i don't like him
plastickers says:
you should be a girl!
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
huh
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
WHAT
plastickers says:
then we can be friends and we won't ever like the same boy!
plastickers says:
it's perfect!
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
...
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
or
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
i can be a guy
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
and i still wont like the same boy
plastickers says:
oh
plastickers says:
that's true
| reky | wait guys, i must have waffle power! says:
i know

Sunday, January 04, 2009 . 20:37

Would you be scared if I told you I like you

and would you run if I told you I love you

Cause here I stand, fighting what I feel for you.


ANYWAY. 400th post yesterday! awesome.

First day of school has passed.

It was quite a thing, seeing everyone in long pants. Well, if everyone meant everyone except koon min the gay fag.

So the day started off with much anticipation in the classroom. And followed by the air of groans as the bell rang early as ever at 7.15. We marched off to our new spot on the assembly area, only to feel the effects of the long pants. FREAKING WARM.

Ok so, after that was meeting our CTs for the second time. They made us sit exam-style, all with the register numbers and shit. Crazy. Ah, booring, so we shall skip to. RECESS. But too bad the SAC was crowded so we went to the pool caf. After that we played soccer. Mhmm, in our long pants. Quite an experience.

All sweaty (and sleepy) we went to the CPA for the CDP briefing. Didnt really take much away. I was asleep throughout the whole middle part. It ended early so it was pretty much talking cock in class. But ihs had to spoil and we had one hour of lesson. (well kind of, he did go through what we were going to be taught).

1300. Dismissal! I went to cut my hair. End! Quite fun, school. At least for now.



I can only wish dreams arent the opposite of reality

Saturday, January 03, 2009 . 17:10

Dream:

a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.

the sleeping state in which this occurs.

an object seen in a dream.

a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.

an aspiration; goal; aim

a wild or vain fancy.

something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.




Boy, then, what a dream. In every sense of the word.

Friday, January 02, 2009 . 16:00

You are the analytical thinker. Your talent and creativity are obvious to those around you. You appreciate beauty and are sensitive to the feelings of others. You scheduled, organized life matches your need for order. Although you make friends cautiosly, you are faithful and dedicated to those you have. Your suspicions and insecurities are not unfounded and are sometimes misinterpreted as being self-centered. But, have these people seen the news lately?

You are: The Romantic Overachiever He’s Crude, Direct, and Loving Often times this guy will be a genius in his own right, and has a certain swagger about him. He has a grand notion of romance and love, but also of life and success. His own goals and talents can often intersect with the competing interests of companionship and loyalty. This guy believes in complex and deep relationships with many people. In a group, he may be looked at as a leader or relatively high in the pecking order. His ambition, sociability, personality make this guy well-liked. He’ll give women his love, but with it they agree to a lifestyle that may not be suitable for the unprepared passenger.

i are awesome.

but NOT an ego maniac

Thursday, January 01, 2009 . 20:40

"Even as I shuddered away from the images, I felt my eyes fill with tears and the aching begin around the edges of the hole in my chest. I took one hand from the steering wheel and wrapped it around my torso to hold it in one piece...
...The words ran through my head. They were just words, soundless, like print on a page. Just words, but they ripped the hole wide open, and I stomped on the brake, knowing I should not drive while this incapacitated.
I curled over, pressing my face against the steering wheel and trying to breathe without lungs."

-Bella, New Moon



And, on a separate note, Happy New Year, people (:

If you are looking for a looking-back-at-2008 post, you aint gonna find it because im too lazy.