three steps backward.

2007-09-12T03:29:00.000+08:00

it's good to know you're happy.

2007-07-16T02:17:00.001+08:00

i always thought things screw up when you didn't do enough.
you forget to change the water and the fish die, you forget to do your homework and your grades suffer. ever felt like sometimes, maybe, for some things, things screw up when you do too much?

i don't know honestly.

are friends necessities? or commodities?
i've always seen friends as necessities. maybe i've been a little stupid.
don't put all your eggs into the same basket because when it gives way, you end up looking retarded, confused, and not knowing what action to take next. oh, not to mention very very icky. a little like me.

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today in church.

Han asked our class what was the most important thing in our lives now.
"friend/s? work? design? gaming? family?" i thought to myself almost instantaneously.

to which was the question posed: "what if God asked you to give it up? could you give it up?"

ever noticed when you put your finger to a baby's palm and he grips it so tightly it seems he never wants to let go?
and as you grow older, the age to strength proportion never really seems so prominent?
i guess thats how things should be. your willingness to let go should get stronger with maturity.

when i look at myself. i haven't grown at all. i cling to what i'm familiar with- with the ideals i have, with the values i deem important, and i never seem to have the willpower to let go.

now it when it feels like something is chiding me to let go, i'm still left asking myself:

could you give it up?

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Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:

Refrain

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:

Refrain

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:

Refrain

2007-07-12T02:25:00.000+08:00

today i talked to a friend online.
her best friend broke up with her boyfriend and was really depressed over what is supposed to the worst breakup her best friend has had.

days like these make thankful that i'm ugly and that nobody loves me.

2007-07-10T00:37:00.000+08:00

don't give up on me yet
don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
but don't let me stay here alone.

~take me away, lifehouse

2007-06-28T01:04:00.000+08:00

helllo, it's been a while.
i can't tell if anyone's reading, but im sure nobody wants to read emo posts, so i dont blame anyone. and i guess everyone's tired of giving sympathy too.

but lets keep the whole "life sucks" notion out of anything im saying today, because this post shall serve as a mere update on what's been going on, and why i havent really been updating very much.

i have a submission this coming monday. which honestly sucks because i don't have very much time for anything else except work.

and when you think of it. i don't have very much else to update on! wow. ahahhaha.
next time then. im blogging only because i hit a hump which derailed my train of thought.
the well of inspiration is running dry.

argh.

2007-06-17T00:09:00.000+08:00

back from camp.

if i were being honest, when the time came for church camp 2006 i went with the wrong motives. i went because my best friends i grew up with, my new best friend who i couldn't stop talking to, and all the people i enjoy spending time with went. the games, even the messages were fun though most of it was spent doodling on the pieces of paper meant for taking notes.

this year i went, feeling even less prepared. i felt screwed up, awkward, and fatigued from what i could term as a series of unfortunate events. put plainly, i wasn't looking for to camp, and i was cursing myself for turning down the class kl trip.

the night before camp as i prayed before i went to bed. i prayed it God would let it go how he wanted it to go, and that i couldn't do anything anymore. i gave up trying, and i just committed everything to God. of course at that point in time it didn't occur to me that it was a superpower i was relying on. i just wanted to get things off my mind and sleep well for the first time in a few days.

sure enough, camp went well.
the activities weren't as fun, but it enjoyed every one thoroughly.
the messages were amazing, and though i was practically sleeping through some, they were the definitely the most fruitful thus far because they got into my head. i wasn't focused on the wrong things.
it wasn't awkward at all too.
and all this,
simply because i gave up.

hard to see sometimes the biggest mistake you make in life is to try too hard.
you know i said life is a road?

maybe its about time you take the backseat and sober up,
and let God do the driving.

thank You, and you.

2007-06-10T04:42:00.000+08:00

friendships are forged by the capacity of the heart, tested by the flames of trial, and worn by the waves of time.
i hope this was set it stone.

2007-06-09T22:10:00.000+08:00

life is like a journey (so they say), where every once in a while you hit a crossroad.
you're presented with two options(most of the time) walk one way, and you head down a road where you get pelted by rocks, roasted alive, and have to go for miles, trudging knee-deep in monkey crap, but you know in the end if you make it out alive, you'd probably be a lot better than when you started.
walk the other way, and you get everything you get in other road, and when you're so optimistic about getting out of the shithole you're in, you hit another junction.
and you'd think you would be a little wiser to choose the right path, only to realise the beginning of each path is exactly the same so you can't tell what your outcome will be.

you try to tell yourself pick one, and eventually it'll be better.
but you realise invariably, for better or worse, you'll end up walking through the same shit over and over again, only consolation being that you're a 'better person' at the end of each trial.

you're beat, bruised, and totally miserable, with another two options for you to choose from.
you turn back, and realise its a long way from where you started, so going back wouldn't be any easier than moving forward, you look forward and you see the road extend beyond the horizon. you drag your heavy feet and heart forward, knowing that at this rate, you wont be able to go very far anyway.

so with a little less optimism and a little less strength, forward it is.
it probably wont last very much longer, for the road can go on forever,

...but you wont.

2007-06-06T20:12:00.000+08:00

sorry. ):

2007-06-04T01:51:00.000+08:00

to you,

i'm convinced you made the wrong choice for a best friend, and i'm so sorry i've not been the best friend i told myself to be. i'm sorry for everything and i hope you'll forgive me. i deserve to be alone where i can't burden anyone. you've done so much but all i've done is complain. i really deserve to die. thank you for everything.

love, dc.

2007-06-02T21:46:00.000+08:00

i've lived 19 years of my life.
the most realistic feeling i've felt in my life, is pain.
and the most painful thing i've felt is to be forgotten.
and the most sustained is to feel dispensable.

by my own standards that should be quite a fulfilling life.
but then again, its been so short i probably don't know anything.

thank goodness it's been so short.
i might not be able to take it if it were very much longer

on a side note: HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD BIRTHDAY SHERYL PAT (: im hoping someone tells her for me coz she doesn't read my blog anyway.

2007-05-28T00:30:00.000+08:00

you know those times you just feel so tired,
the times when it seems like you keep trying and trying and nothing you ever do is worth looking twice at. then you get all self-critical and blame yourself for not being good enough?

ahha. that's what i'm feeling right now.
aww man. this blog isn't off to a good start.

to make things look a bit better, here's a little update
we went fishing overnight on friday to saturday, and ended up only with 4 pieces of bait fish(courtesy of pat the fantastic jiggler), which we fed the bigger fish with. and so we went home with nothing. i think we need something a little more foolproof. ermm, leaf collecting? hiking? probably nothing which requires skill because we dont seem to have any. haha.

2007-05-21T22:50:00.000+08:00

welcome back commander.

the blogs up, and i can't promise constant updates, nor can i promise happy ones, but for the uninformed, this is the closest you'll get to knowing whats going on with my life without me knowing. for more intimate detail, drop me a line.

just be happy i'm back okay? (:

love, dc.

2007-04-30T22:25:00.001+08:00

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

I THINK I MIGHT JUST REVIVE THE BLOG. hahaha.

2007-03-18T17:28:00.000+08:00

the blog will officially not be updated til further notice. thank you for the support for the past almost 3 years. much has changed since i first started blogging. apologies to all.
and sorry for not being able to complete the third year.

i too shall be reclusing for a while.
if there was a time you thought i was emo, you were probably right.
and its time for me to sort out my thinking.

thank you for your patience,
and i hope you'd understand.

2007-03-16T01:28:00.000+08:00

im abandoning the blog unless i get 10 tags (from different people) in two days.
sophie said my blog's becoming boring and she barely even comes. makes sense. i dont really see that much of a point blogging if no one reads. maybe i shall go back to the good ol' pen and paper.

and why do things when nobody bothers?

time ends sunday 1.30am.

edit
ooo. 3 tags. guess its pretty obvious which why this is going.

i sat myself down at a little corner of the chuch, next to the organ, under the cover cast by the bulky sound systems.
apparently, dark corners have their benefits.

2007-03-10T00:06:00.000+08:00

from tin's blog.
i couldn't resist because the picture was so nice... and the colours... and the fonts.
seemed a lot more reliable than other questionnaire thingys i've seen?

apparently not.
bottle my psyche and sell it to depressed people and they'd kill themselves.

no, really.

2007-03-08T00:01:00.001+08:00

... no amount of coffee, no amount crying, no amount of whisky, no amount of wine...

... i thought of you, and the way you're gone, and the world turns madly on.

according to SOMEONE, these songs must make me feel like weeping.
HEE HEE.

-_-"

she says they're emo too. which i don't deny.
i like emo songs. they make me feel like weeping!

2007-03-08T00:01:00.000+08:00

according to SOMEONE, these songs must make me feel like weeping.
HEE HEE.

-_-"

2007-03-07T09:11:00.000+08:00

well, the results are out. and no surprise that i deproved.
i was hoping that by some miracle my GPA wouldnt drop by much, but in the end it did. a whole 0.14 to be exact. and when your GPA is out of 4, 0.14 isnt very little.

nope, no celebrations here,
so don't expect any treats.

Student ID: 0509033
Name: CHIA WEI JIE DANIEL

Module Code - Credit Unit - Grade
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DE107Z - 16 - DIST
ET001S - 2 - B
LC102Z - 4 - B
DE105Z - 16 - B+
DE106Z - 8 - B+
DE108Z - 8 - B+

SEMESTER GPA: 3.593
CUMULATIVE GPA: 3.688

last year i got 3.82.
the drop is terrible.

i'm not sleeping next year.

2007-03-07T00:37:00.000+08:00

, i wish i could be, every little thing you wanted, all the time,
... sometimes.

results are out tomorrow. i dont wanna know. :(

2007-03-05T02:02:00.000+08:00

if God sees the sparrow's fall,
paints the lilies short and tall,
give the skies their azure hue,
wont He not then care for you?

- anon.

everyday when i do my qt, i pray for something applicable. for that something missing.
that something to fill in the little potholes accumulated everyday leaving the spirit bruised, beaten and worn. liniment for the scarred surface of heart.

and somehow, almost like a miracle,
a reading not for the eyes. but for the heart.

for caring when nobody else would,
thank you.

2007-02-26T21:15:00.000+08:00

): i'm slowly disappearing into oblivion.

2007-02-19T17:19:00.000+08:00

hello. yes, it IS an update.
no, not a sign that you should buy 4D or toto, or the lottery wherever you are, even though it is the chinese new year season and gambling is a must for many.

before i start, happy chinese new year to one and all.
even if you're feeling crummy, you should be at least happy this time of year because you get money. (:

what has happened since the last time i updated about my life, well, i can say nothing significant.
valentine's day wasn't the most eventful, but yes, there is a new girl in my life for those who don't know, say hello to charlize.

she is hot. period. normally around 52 degrees. and she is smoooooth.
i wont show you her insides or it would be next to a porn video.
stop drooling.

i failed my driving, with a score of 48 points and 1 instant fail. i got zero on the streets, and all 48 in the circuit. yay! am i good or what? i guess i'm only qualified for the bicycle at the moment. if that need's qualification. does it?

oh, and it's chinese new year! this is the statue at my aunt's house. of a pretty much naked boy on the table. artistic, but not appreciated. not by me at least, however arty farty you want to say i am.

now, this is what i call arty. holding a slice of mandrin orange between the asscheeks.
what you can't understand, and feel something when looking at it, is called art.
lucky my aunt didn't see my defile it.

a closer look
the orange still tasted pretty alright.
. happy chinese new year to all.

2007-02-15T00:10:00.000+08:00

to all the people who have loved, been loved, or will find love(in all sense of the word):
for those who fall into neither one of the categories, call me down for a drink or something.
i could use it, maybe i could empathize with you, but i'll know i'll do everything to make your vday at least a little less crummy than mine.

for the rest of the people, Happy Valentine's Day.

and no, contrary to popular belief,
i'm not sore being single.

edit: again i am reminded. thank you Lord.

2007-01-29T05:06:00.000+08:00

i know i havent been faithfully blogging.
i'm half contemplating on shutting down the blog again. simply because i never seem to be in the mood to make a nice funny interesting blog entry anymore.
maybe i will in the future, maybe i wont.

but no. today dc is not emo.
today he wishes he could be emo. but now isn't the time to be.
because tomorrow is a submission, and i've got responsibility to not be unstable.
two emo people can only succeed in making each other feel worse.

so stop being emo.
leave that to me.

please?

2007-01-23T19:34:00.000+08:00

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day
so I never have to live without you.”

-A. A. Milne quotes (English Humorist, creator of Winnie-the-Pooh, 1882-1956)

i really really want to die before everyone else. coz it'll hurt less to leave.
yea, coward,
me.

2007-01-21T23:12:00.000+08:00

my grandfather died yesterday.

went to the crematorium today and watched them put the coffin into the furnace.
most of the older people started tearing, and my mom asked my brothers and sisters to say their final goodbyes.
i just stood behind the glass. as i stared at the machine wheeling the coffin into the fire. a little numb, a little preoccupied with thoughts somewhere else.

but when i when home and took a shower i cried a little.
not because i was sad he died.
but because i didn't know if i'd ever see him again.

i've never thought much of death.
sometimes i look forward to it.
but today i was uncertain of his salvation. and for once, i feared death.
but not for myself.

i really hope he meant it that time last year.
i would have helped if he wasn't demented.

now all i can do i hope.
hope that the person who defended me from my sister's relentless attacking while we were younger, spoiled me with chips and tea, and whipped up a bowl of noodles when i couldn't down the inedible food at the dinner table, would be there when i go over.

goodbye.
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would anyone come for mine?

2007-01-21T01:32:00.000+08:00

if i told you i think about how lousy i am everyday would you believe me?
and if i told you that as much as i say i'd own my empire, i'm worried if i'd even be able go above mediocrity?
what if i told you that i hate myself for being a burden, an irritance, or being worthless to the people i love.

would you. doens't seem me right?
then dont believe it.
its not a side i'm most proud of but i thought i'd let you know.
don't look at a happy person and think he's happy. think beyond the smile.

i feel like disappearing. ever wondered what you're life would be without a dc?
i doubt it'd be much different. honestly. maybe a little happier.

oh. and grandpa died today.
i hope i die before 60-70. hm.

2007-01-16T00:46:00.000+08:00

so far, ive...

overslept on 5 buses in the last two weeks.
screwed up one submission
not slept for at least two days straight on 3 occasions.

but it's all good. tomorrow's the crit. where everything starts going bad.

2007-01-13T01:26:00.000+08:00

submission ended today. but i missed out some major components and its not that i didnt do them. its because i forgot the put them in, thus i feel like a total retard.

but thanks for model help - nette(& the yummyyy cookies), pat(& for cooking instant noodles! 10mins saved!), ng, pat, van and grace. and for the help rendered in the course of the project.

much appreciated!(:

2007-01-07T15:01:00.000+08:00

i wanted to type the lyrics out.
but it would have been too blatant.
i want you to listen.

2007-01-07T04:19:00.000+08:00

hey you, i'll be alright.
you be alright.

2007-01-05T23:18:00.000+08:00

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky.

i've known the lyrics all along, although i only thought it was about some party with a lot of booze and everyone shooting up.
i'm feeling crummy, and it's on repeat.

2007-01-01T22:11:00.000+08:00

its the first day of the year, and already there's so much on my mind.
i'd be lying if i said there was nothing i'd like to know, or that i'd like to start the year afresh, because there's simply so much i'm dying to say, ask and do. 2006's gone, and somehow i don't really feel much closure. so much still doesnt make sense, so many answers that seem so unfulfilling.

i haven't really feel this horrid in a while. its just that i can't really pinpoint the exact reason for feeling that way. all i know is that i'm scared.
scared of losing people along the way, falling, faltering, change, uncertainty.
what would really be nice now is a reassuring hug, a pat on the back, the squeeze on the arm, the kind of thing that makes you feel like everything's gonna be alright.

i remember singing the hymn "i dont know about tomorrow" countless number of times in saint andrews, although the only thing the song meant at that time was the funny teacher singing at a strage beat which was totally off-sync with the music. this time it provides at least a little comfort.

for everyone who's feeling insecure, or afraid for the new year,

"I said to the man who stood at the Gate of the Year, 'Give me a light that I
may tread safely into the unknown.' And he replied, 'Go out into the darkness,
and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be better than light, and
safer than a known way.'"

-King George VI

i quoted this on the latest edition of the church newsletter.

and maybe it's time to heed my own advice.

i'm shit scared, Lord. i really am. could i hold you hand?

2007-01-01T02:17:00.000+08:00

merrynewyear
to everyone who has meant a lot to me.

i know i havent been blogging, mainly because my days have been chock-a-block with activities. so i shall summarize before getting into the once a year long post.

i went for camp and, transforming daniel the totally irresponsible retard into the highly respected uncle daniel overnight. (although it was mainly titular).
was a good experience, although we had extra meetings every single night for a certain problem, it was nice to know that God really provided during the camp, and we avoided any major mishaps. was definitely God's grace, because the end result(if you base it on historical evidence) is definitely better than expected.
oh, and i got mininal work done, despite staying up virtually every night to work, mainly because there wasnt very much of the night left after meetings and stuff.

then i went to kl. simply to appease mom. shopping was alright. good christmas deals and stuff. and a minorly updated wardrobe.

and the rest of my free time has been spent doing work because ive got my final submission come jan12, and this time i can confidently say i'm not prepared for it.
after losing my work twice due to stupid corrupted files, i'm about a quarter of the way to recovering(manually) what was about 5 days of work, with two weeks left to complete about 3 times that amount.
i miracle would be nice at the moment.

well, this year, i got 1 christmas present(thanks, you) and 3 cards(you, and you and you) measly. i know. but somehow the christmas mood wasnt even there so i dont think it was much of a loss. no mistletoe, no christmas lighting, no sharing hot chocolate.
work dampens mood.

and its start of the new year. i didnt blog before because i went out to watch the fireworks, but i guess its better late than never.

this is my thank you list (in no order of importance except the first.)

ng, pat, nette and lame - for helping me when i most needed a backup model making crew. i thank you all first because i'll need you in a few days time again. thanks. (: I REALLY REALLY REALLY wouldnt have made it without you all (and i wont make the next if you dont help me. HAHAHA)

nette for being there and really tolerating my nonsense. everything, basically.

ng for being the only person to keep me sane for the past 18 years. although im sure a bit of my insanity has rubbed off you. its starting to show. please beware.

munkit for not killing me, yet. and of course for all the good food this year, and making me fatter than i already am. hope you like the frying pan.

van for being the one who'd be online to accompany me past 3, and for being my comrade in the quest to drive everyone else insane.

lame for being lame. and for fishy stuff.

sam, pearlie, pat, ng, jq, dan chng, jac, and the rest of the newsletter crew. it wouldnt have been possible without all the liao. i only provide the nice packaging.

darch01/02 for totally distracting me, granting me a nett amount of zero hours of work during lesson time. and for being the best backstabbing buddies on earth. many thanks to the lousier ones for being the best stepping stones to my success, and good ones stifling it, put simply, thanks for nothing. JUST KIDDING. (: thanks for making lesson times to enjoyable. (poo, popiah, chris, ivanthesaurus, etc.)

church people. uncles, aunties, and all those who've exited their teenage years(i.e chinghan, faith, mark, matt... you know who you are) - for paving the way for the new leaders, and for constantly guiding us even though we screw up quite a bit. in-betweeners included like auntie casandra, auntie fatimah(jac), mabs.

the funny kids like judas, luke, paul, stanley, mEe, joey aiya. all the youths basically. bahhh. i cant list them all, but you've all been good company. the best if i must say. (: i'll thank you in person during thanksgiving tomorrow.

yilin, auntie pearlie, nette, pat for staying up during the nights of camp to accompany me. although they all expired wayyy before i went to bed. i forgive you because you're not used to it. haha.

jazelle for nothing. she just asked me to put her inside. HA. just kidding. for pei-ing me online esp while im working. (:

i realise i cant finish the whole thank you list because im tired, and there's just so many to thank
its a a bit hard to blog. and no, i really mean it. its not some lame excuse for forgetting you. really. i'll thank you all in person. oh and you get a free hug. (: because its' been a great year. possibly my best so far. i love you all very much.

oh ps. i only blogged for the people who read this blog. if you sneak around without me knowing, then you probably would not find your name listed here. dont blame me. HA. i'll thank you when i see you lah. (:

and most importantly(i save the best for last) God for making every year amazing. for the people i didnt list in black and white. i'll give you a hug and a thank you when i see you. i really didnt forget you, i just got tired to list them.

(: happy new year.
and oh yea. my resolution this year is to lose weight. and like every year, we all know resolutions dont work out. but hell, for the record. (:

2006-12-17T19:33:00.000+08:00

Matchbox20 - Bed of Lies.

(the dinky little button on the left plays it. simple enough? )

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am

Dont think that I can take another empty moment
Dont think that I can fake another hollow smile
Its not enough just to be sorry
Dont think that I could take another talk about it

Just like me you got needs
And theyre only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that weve tendered away

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am

Dont wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Dont wanna be somewhere where I just dont belong
Where its not enough just be sorry

Dont you know I feel the darkness closing in
Tried to be more than me
And I gave till it all went away
And weve only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters weve made

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am

I am all that Ill ever be
When you - lay your hands
Over me but dont go weak on me now
I know that its weak
But God help me I need this

I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
Im marking it down to learning
cause I am

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i know i'm not a big fan of mainstream.
but between you and me, im not one with clarity of mind at the moment .

2006-12-15T01:42:00.000+08:00

rec·luse /n. [n. rek-loos, ri-kloos; adj. ri-kloos, rek-loos]
4. characterized by seclusion; solitary.

alone.
hello you, the social misfit.
nobody likes you, nobody cares about you, so why don't you drag your ass back into the other window and draw some lines in Microstation.

aight.
have yourself a merry little christmas.
because i sure wont be having one.

2006-12-08T02:16:00.000+08:00

daniel's guide to doing relatively well in architecture.

i decided to write this because some people think doing well in architecture is a hard task. sure, the hours are long, and sleeping time's erratic, and the Cs and Ds are in abundance, but somehow, there always is an easier way. (:
here's daniel to save the day.

i cant say my grades are fantastic, but for the effort i put in, i should be getting the Cs and Ds, not in the Bs where i am at the moment. and why? not because im talented, smart, or extremely hardworking(although you all should have known that by now ;) but because there is a key to get grades which are good, relative to the amount of effort you put in. i can't say you'll get your As and become a market spoiler, but i can guarantee that you'll get better than you should.

now listen carefully.

(1) whenever you can, bootlick. if it involves making fun of the teacher, do so within boundaries. friends always help each other, so if you manage to befriend your lecturer, that's half the battle won.

(2) the lecturer is always right. even if you think you know better, or have done enough research to go against them, lecturers hate getting corrected. they might not say it, but they do.
screw creativity. teachers like practicality. creativity is when you go out to work. when you're in school. forget it.
they're as conventional as yellow bananas. dont be the red ones.

(3) always follow to the advice teachers give. they might encourage creativity, but they actually LOVE it when people eumulate them. matter of pride i guess. and when i say always, i mean always. even if its gonna cost you the 5 days without sleeping. just do it. they'll be impressed.

(4) when you can, cheat intelligently, butt don't ever get caught. fake the research, do the final product before the process studies. oh. and when cheating, its always maintain a little bit of integrity, in other words, within legal boundaries. making rubber stamps to fake the RECEIVED chop isn't under that category.

(5) reputation is everything. work hard the first submission, because the impression you give keeps you grades where they are. if you screw up the first time, you're one step closer to getting your 5 Cs, and don't tell me Cs and Ds are bigger than As. As much as architecture is as much a pain in the ass as a PMSing woman, the standards are very much different different.

(6) this point is still under observation. so follow at your own risk. sleep during all lectures. teachers KNOW its boring, they don't like teaching it either. but when it comes to asking the teacher's opinion, ALWAYS look interested. even if they're babbling about how to build a garden when you asked them about a wall.

(7) always look tired. so they think you've been up doing work, even if it's because you've had one too many drinks the night before. and whine about how many times you've changed your design, even if it's only once. when they say "see? challenging right?" always say yes. and shake your head like it's the hardest thing you've ever done. they love it when you make them seem so god-like because its a piece of cake to them. which leads back to point 1 : bootlicking.

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there. daniel's guide to being a good architecture student.
and if you're wondering why im blogging even though i sort of temporarily shut down the blog yesterday? things took a change for the better i guess. (: back to gay posts! temporality is back in business! til further notice of course. you know how stress affects your mood.

2006-12-06T11:40:00.000+08:00

i wish i didn't have to live to regret everything i've done.
i've never felt so tormented. it's gnawing inside.
you took the knife and stabbed it, but i chose to leave it there.
and even as life ebbs away.
i promise i'll keep trying.
for now, pretend it's for the best.
i'll be alright.

this blog will not be updated until further notice.

2006-12-03T18:56:00.000+08:00

i wish i could just keep dreaming.
in dreams you're everything you want to be
in real life, you're everything else.

and for that, i should be apologetic.

2006-11-29T22:24:00.000+08:00

what. your god sleeping issit?

well. you might have heard that one.
like when prayers go unanswered, or someone doubts your religion because there's no proof that your supreme-being-in-question exists

i heard it from uncle michael when i was younger. i dont remember the details, but he told us a story in church about he and some other person. well, besides the intended "our God is real" lesson from the story, i vaguely remember something along the lines of "you know why your god never reply you anot! he is sleeping lah!".

well, the in the bible there's the whole story about the lighting the altar.
you know the story. well, if you dont, go read 1 Kings 18.

"At noon Elijah began to taunt them. "Shout louder!" he said. "Surely he is a god! Perhaps he is deep in thought, or busy, or traveling. Maybe he is sleeping and must be awakened."

1 Kings 18:27

i am not racist nor religionist. or whateverist. but today i found a buddha taking a swim.
please note that i'm not buddha-thrashing, nor am i anti-buddhist.

but sometimes gods go for a little recreational activities.
weather's awfully fine today, a swim in the monsoon drain, perhaps?

dont blame this one for not listening to you.
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2006-11-21T23:12:00.000+08:00

i feel like sitting on a rock by the waters.

2006-11-17T03:32:00.000+08:00

TRUST.

some days, you sit and wonder just who you can trust.
the train ride home with poo and a little bit of talking made me realise that there aren't many people you can trust completely. heck, i'd dare say you can't do it.

find me a person who hasn't lied, withheld the truth, gone back on his word, or spilled a secret.

honestly, i dont trust myself.
and if it helps you to approach everything with a little more caution, then dont trust me completely either.

humans are unreliable.
i would, however, make an exception for supreme beings, more affectionately known as God.

and the more i think about it. the less i know.

i really wish trust was as simple as it was in secondary school. with lebbie going "can i trust you?"
and upon approval, go "thrust!" as he jabs you in the ribs.
ahh yes, it was a lot simpler back then wasn't it.

and no, no one has betrayed my trust.

2006-11-16T10:59:00.000+08:00

if you've never believed in miracles, now's the time to.
(: blog when i get back. gotta fly to school for a talk.

i'm a believer.

2006-11-12T19:59:00.000+08:00

i scribble things into a book.
on it's cover are the words in black marker: "for the days you feel like shit"
i scribbled something a few weeks ago i wish i never did.
and i hope i wont have to heed my own advice, as much as i know i should.

if you had something that meant more than anything in the world to you.
and suddenly, you realise you're losing it,
would you hold on for dear life?

or hide from it, cover your eyes, and when you really lose it, wish you had done something sooner?

i'd think it's a no-brainer.

but what if, you realise you can't do anything about it?
would you hope it goes quickly so it wouldn't hurt so much,
or would you keep it and attempt to savour every last dying moment?

life should come with a user manual.

2006-11-11T23:22:00.000+08:00

you can give everything you've ever had, your hopes, dreams, aspirations, secrets,
but how do you make up for time, or for that matter, familiarity?

i'm highly doubting it's possible.
the cue is to take a bow and exit backstage.
heed.

2006-11-10T01:33:00.000+08:00

i wish my birthday would come faster so i could waste a wish on something.
oh well, i shall try to remember to wish it when it does come because 5 months isn't the shortest of times.

tomorrow is friday, which means submissions for all the rest of the e-learning nonsense. i should get down to some proper work soon because interim presentation would be around the week after next or something like that. i don't know if i got it right, but starting early never hurt anyone.

i really really feel quite shitty at the moment.
there goes my mood for blogging.
will try to think of something tomorrow.

2006-11-09T02:14:00.000+08:00

it's not how much you helped
but it's the fact that you stopped to help that matters.

thanks. (:

2006-11-06T10:24:00.000+08:00

UPDATE

okay, i know i havent been blogging because i've been busy with another submission, but since i just finished it last thursday i guess i could afford some time to blog because it's e-learning week.

here's a little update on the slightly more interesting things that happened:

(1) snakes in a ditch. (2 Nov)

found a approximately 2m long dead python in the longkang behind my house. not something you'd see everyday. and although not as active as the ones in the movie(or so i heard), you dont normally see snakes. especially in a ditch. making it ALMOST as absurd as snakes on the plane, just that this was for real.

prior to that, and the partially the reason i why saw it, was because i missed a stop on 154, and ended up in some monasteries district or something, with high walls and no straight road through them. so i spent around half an hour, walking around in the sweltering heat, after not sleeping for a little over 48hours.

if i felt any enlightenment, it was probably in the head(pun intended! light-headedness,you weetard)

anyway, after 30mins of monk-eying around(oh, please kill me), i finally found the road home, and along the way i saw the snake. was a little freaky at first, but when i took things into perspective, i came to the conclusion that it wasn't as bad as ivan screaming upon see the 1m long one the last fishing trip.

thank goodness.

(2) a very very inconvenient truth. (3 Nov)

you might have heard of the movie because it was in the papers the around slightly over a week ago, where al-gore's face is plastered over the front page of Life. summarized, it's a movie where al-GORE (see picture), former candidate for US president. (you know the end of the story, the monkey wins and al-gore goes back to his tree-hugging.), comes on, and talks about global warming, which everyone knows, but nobody really cares about, except save-the-earth extremists.

teachers treated us to the movie, which i thought was pretty good because teacher's normally just give you assignments, so it was great for a change. that is, UNTIL i realised the show was utterly boring and i dozed off 3 times during it.

honestly, the only slightly less sleep-inducing part of the show was the frog in the boiling water. i managed to keep awake for that portion *beams*

i can't tell which would have been worse. a monkey bombing everything, or Mr. Jolly Green Giant imploring everyone to emit less carbon. but what i can say, from the bits i stayed awake for, he was probably going along the lines of - have less barbeques, save the trees for our kids.

i say, let's stop having kids, so we dont have the save the trees for them.

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but whatever the case, at least i got to go to vivocity.
okay, i know i'm slow. but yea, second time i went to vivocity, but this time, the shops mostly open.
the playground and deck areas were the best part of the place, and on the overall, vivocity is overrated. it's huge, but much of it is circulation space.
oh, and toys-r-us is huge. almost like forum when we were kids. ahh, the days where transformers and crash dummies were the things we could see but never afford. and cycling around the store was allowed(at least until you got caught).

the shaking giraffe in at the entrance is pretty freaky though.

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well, i guess that's it for what happened. o_O not the most entertaining weekend. but probably a lot more fun than some of you jc people who are too bored and reading my blog. all the best for the As.

till next weekend. (:

2006-10-24T22:43:00.000+08:00

"It's For The Best"
-Straylight Run

It takes more time than I've ever had,
Drains the life from me,
Makes me want to forget,
As young as I was,
I felt older back then,
More disciplined,Stronger and certain,
But I was scared to death of eternity,
I was saved by grace,
But destroyed by naivety,
And I lied to myself,
And said it was for the best,

And now faith is replaced with a logic so cold
I've disregarded what I was,
Now that I'm older,
And I know much more than I did back then,
But the more I learn,
The more I can't understand,
And I've become content with this life that I lead,
Where I drink to much and don't believe in much of anything,
And I lie to myself, And say it's for the best,

We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,

We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,

We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,

We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,

We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come,

We're moving forward,But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come.

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first off, i shall apologize for not blogging for the past week, although i promised to do so.
it was possibly due to two reasons:

1. post submission activities taking up most of my time
2. nothing interesting to talk about, and if it was interesting, i probably told all my friends and decided not to post them on my blog. or something to that effect.

so i shall blame my, sad, mundane life, on the reason for blogging so little.

the last few days have been spent listening to a series of messages, by brother christian chen, one of those old men you'd imagine gettting into a debate with a conman and ending up converting him.
he has a baffling amount of insight.

so no prizes for guessing what i did after today's 9am to 5pm workshop.

whatever it is, tomorrow is back to school, and i highly suspect that im one of the slowest in class for the next submission so ive to get down to work soon. which means less time to blog. and upon reading this, most of you would be wondering how i could possibly blog less.

and with respect to that, i shall say, lets wait and see.

2006-10-16T23:05:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NETTE!

well, i was supposed to blog by today. and so i shall, although honestly speaking, i've not yet gotten into the flow of things. this post couldnt really wait.

happy birthday to the nicest, prettiest, smartest, girl on earth.
(pssst. nette, please note i didn't include fat.)
oh, but can be a total pain in the ass. (though not so much:)

i couldn't put up an unglam picture of her, because she'd kill me, as nice as i make her seem, she still has the ability to do so, definitely.

anyhow, to the girl i've known but never really knew and should have gotten to know earlier(did that make sense?), thank you for being a really really great friend during the last 6 months.

for talking rubbish and laughing at people.
for educating me about things i knew nuts about, and never had the guts to ask
for not killing me for stepping on your toes every time i see you
for reserving seats during long sermons,
for bearing with my oversensitivity,
~~and for making me feel like shit half the time ;)~~ nahh. i'm kidding.
for looking totally unglam all the time so i look good... la la la. :D

Happy birthday, you. May the Lord continue to bless you in the years to come, especially in studies. Stop frowning, and hope things lighten up for you soon. oh, and you'd better get me something good next year. :D

2006-10-09T02:06:00.001+08:00

NOTICE!!

i know i havent been blogging, and i know whenever i do, its some vague, at times ambiguious, and many a times depressing as if i were gonna break down and kill myself.

but sorry, for all those people who wish i were dead, i am not attempting to kill myself, not anytime soon.

the current situation at school hasn't been the most accomodating for blogging on my part, and this i seek forgiveness for very little, and irregular blogging.

when i checked back at my previous post archives i realised the posts have changed drastically from the entertaining, to the very boring posts about myself.
this blog has become a mere outlet for the venting of frustrations and basically, for the times i feel like shit. and it hasn't been the most enjoyable of blogs to read because so similar to all the rest of the blogs where ah lians blog about their day.

thus, in the light of things, i have decided to go momentarily on hiatus for about another week, and thereafter, i shall blog more entertaining things. hopefully as life seems to get a bit better, and as i hope for some deviation from the daily monotony of rushing for a submission.

as i write speak, stagnant work begs for attention as submission's on friday. so i shall take my leave, and get down to finishing things up before coming back here, and hopefully rectifying the sad state of my blog.

as for now. it's eat, work, short nap, repeat reducing naptime for every day until the submission. oh, and for the times i decide to blog. like now.
time to get off.

recluse mode on.
please check back on the 16th of October. [On hiatus. ]

2006-10-09T02:06:00.000+08:00

yours,

sadly not so faithfully,

daniel.

hughugkisskissbighuglittlehugbigkisslittlehugbigkiss

2006-10-05T22:35:00.000+08:00

hello reader,

i know i'm not the best listener, nor the best person
to turn to for encouragement. and many a times i might not be able to
help with problems. but for those times, remember that there's always someone
else to turn to.

The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth
in his
way.Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD
upholdeth
him with his hand.
Psalms 37:23-24

take heart, for everyone fails now and then.
and remember that there's always someone to turn to, as hard as
it is to see at this point in time.
things will definitely get better.
oh. and cheer up soon. or it'll be hard for me to work in peace.
thanks. (:
-dc

2006-10-04T21:29:00.000+08:00

i wish it were a lot easier to be happy.
but at least i know what to do when ever decide to become a parent.

2006-09-29T23:10:00.000+08:00

after getting a lift home after cell, i walked down the same paved road that i take everyday to get to my house.
as i walked today, my eyes drew towards the source of a child's voice in the distance.
prepubescent but distinguishable as a girl of 6 to 7 from her voice and long brown locks under the dim streetlighting.
her palms pressed against the retracted window of her mother's car, small frame looking even smaller next to the huge 6 seater SUV.

but with a voice raised so that her dad could hear he as he walked up the stairs to the nearby shopping centre, she spoke the words,

"daddy, i will take care of you so you wont have white hair!"

my eyes rested on the man as he walked up the steps. his hair was greying.
that coming from anyone else would come across as naive. even foolish. it was far too late for that.
but today as i heard it. somehow the conviction in her voice made it almost believable.

and somehow i knew her father was happy.
even if he knew she could never do it.
and everything he did, whatever everything was, probably meant the world to her.

then i looked at myself.
realizing i've gotten more than i could ever deserve. much more than the girl probably got from dad. and then i knew what i had to say.

thanks, Dad.

2006-09-26T01:50:00.000+08:00

i never said so because you'd think i was weird.
i never told you because i thought you'd turn and run.

now would you?

2006-09-24T20:57:00.000+08:00

wanted to post this a while ago. but i was too depressed to do so. so i didn't.

when i got my results a few weeks back, i stopped believing in dreams.
i stopped thinking about my dreams of owning an island, getting a yacht, 5 cars, and getting the prettiest nicest girl on earth who wasn't after my fame or fortune(if that were possible).

just like i stopped believing in santa(if i ever believed in him).

i think i'd be okay a single, poor, hermit living in the library, surrounded by everything except friends. not like anyone cares very much anyway.

goodbye dc, hello recluse.

2006-09-20T01:09:00.000+08:00

For Van who asked me to do it. (:

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense.

How are you feeling today?
Something Corporate - Fall

Will you get far in life?
Mates of State - So Many Ways

How do your friends see you?
The New Pornographers - Three or Four

Will you get married?
Built To Spill - The Wait. (this doesn't bode well. o_O)

What's your best friend's theme song?
Staind - Everything Changes

What is the story of your life?
Sia - Moon

What was primary school like?
Bright Eyes - Falling Out Of Love At This Volume (yea right. o_O primary school lor!)

How can you get ahead in life?
Imogen Heap - Oh Me, Oh My (hm. what a strange exclaimation)

What is the best thing about your friends?
Kasabian - Club Foot (oh yes. they've got club feet, i'm sure)

What is in store for this weekend?
Anberlin - We Dreamed In Heist

What song describes you?
Blue October feat. Imogen Heap - Congratulations (hmm. i dont know. go find the lyrics and see for yourself.)

To describe your grandparents?
Jamie Cullum - I Get a Kick Out Of You (roight...)

How is your life going?
Anberlin - Cold War Transmissions

What song will they play at your funeral?
Cute is What we Aim For - Lyrical Lies (oh dear. not good)

How does the world see you?
The Verve - Lucky Man (HAHAHAA. my ass.)

Will you have a happy life?
Amber Pacific - Everything We Were Has Become What We Are

What do your friends really think of you?
Acceptance - Take Cover (OMG, really? :( sigh)

Do people secretly lust after you?
Hellogoodbye - Touchdown, Turnaround (hmm. touchdown! means yes... right?)

How can I make myself happy?
Stereophonics - Dakota

What should you do with your life?
Brand New - Logan to the Government Center

Will you ever have children?
The Walkmen - Wake up (hopefully wake up with children. not wake up your idea. o_O)

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Daniel wants nette and corinne do it.

2006-09-11T00:39:00.000+08:00

WORKWORK.

i've been working at a marks and spencer's warehouse for about a little over a week now.

let me talk about my co-workers, whom i shall term bengs. work has been made a little more interesting, but not entirely more bearable because of them, but before i go on bitching about them and their amusing, but sometimes totally irritating nature, let us define this strange but common human subspecies, bengs.

by bengs, i'm not referring to originators of the term- those with long fingernailed-pinkies, and walking looking as if they've got some kind of tumour growing between their legs, but the sort that has toned down, possibly by natural selection(also known as population control via stupidity) and prolonged evolution(they've been around since our parent's times) these are the ones which somehow try to blend into society, and do so, to a certain extent, but are still quite obviously resembling their predecessors.

often seen hanging out below void decks, a substantial proportion of them have been seen venturing out into the mainly cosmopolitan-dominated areas like orchard road during the recent years, along with their weird mannerisms, these strange creatures should be quite easy to spot if you look hard enough.

i work with 5 of them. well, 4 bengs and 1 wannabe. but i shall elaborate another day.

bengs commonly speak a native language called hokchinglish, which is a mix of hokkien, chinese and english expletives coupled with some very basic and still sometimes misused grammar, coupled with various hand signals to communicate and make a point. put simply, an expletive-ridden polinglish.(poly english. i made a post about it previously. search for it)

an example of how they normally speak would go something like,

A: "ch**bye! this f**king meat damn nice seh!".
B: "nice meh?! gam hua sai sia the meat!"
A: "na bei! *points middle finger* f**k seh! your tasting got problem issit?!"

their english vocab rarely goes beyond two syllables, and their chinese is, thought slightly better than mine, still mostly understandable by me, and that says alot about their grasp of languages. they do, however, have relatively adequate motor skills, possibly to make up for the lack of mental capacity.

strange creatures, i must say, and they do, make tagging bras and panties much more bearable with their "wah! si bei tua sia!" and "kan ni na! xin gan siaaa! wo tou gei wo de nu peng you chuan la!"s

it also amuses me quite a bit when they put 40Ds on their heads, exclaiming how big they are.

they might just discover fire soon.
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anyway. the first few days for me were spent tagging overpriced, but reasonable looking marks and spencer clothing, both male and female, and i must say, some striped tees for the girls look good. but the guys clothing is pretty plain. like slightly more upmarket Giodano.

after a few days of pricking myself in the finger over 3 times with a fat, potentially disease spreading needled tagging tool, i got transferring into the lingerie section, where i ~~fondled more women's lingerie than i could imagine taking off in my entire lifetime.~~ tagged a lot of undergarments.

that was when i realised i didnt even know how to read bra sizes, and the only difference i could see between those strange, padded stringed cloths was that they ranged from itsy bitsy teeny weeny and homongoosely huge.

great. so i got myself educated. thanks (:

and went back with a little more knowledge of one of the things i've been completely ignorant about all my life except the time i wanted to buy one, cut it into two, and use them for facemasks during the sars period.

and i've been feeling bras ever since.

and i've come to a conclusion, if my futre girlfriend wears bras, she's gonna wash em herself. because bras + hangers = tangles. which as irritating as getting your earphone wires in a bunch.

panties come in an amazing array of sizes colours and degrees of ugliness. with some looking totally sexy (insert comment: "nabei! si bei hong kan!"), and some looking like superman's underwear after a moth attack.
they are so many kinds, i'm really really thankful that i only have to choose between briefs and boxers.

but this you have gotta see.
i tell you, i thought i would have seen almost everything interesting in my 18 years of life(considering your life supposedly only gets more boring beyond the 20 year old mark, or so it seems)

but this is something i've never seen before, and hopefully dont have to see again.

ZOMFGWTFBBQ!1!111 FRILLY SIZE 18 TRANSPARENT GRANNY PANTIES!!!1!1!

they were so huge they kept falling off the hangers so it was a pain in the ass(no pun intended) to label because they couldnt even fasten onto the last knob of the hanger.

you dont get to see that everyday. sorry for the momentary blindness caused, if any.

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and at the end of the day, it feels pretty good to just have one beng walking around with a "no visible panty line" tag on his back. they are pretty nice to have around when they're not going around debating topics like blowjobs and playing around with girls. oh, and singing totally off key to the latest chinese song on the radio.

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back to labelling tomorrow. and i wanted to blog longer, but i need sleep to work again tomorrow. tagging is hard work. x)

2006-09-09T23:45:00.000+08:00

a small, insignificant sigh gone unnoticed,

drowned by the noise of preoccupied people.

stone faces deliberately unfeeling,

ignoring the one wanting to feel less.

2006-09-06T22:16:00.000+08:00

today, jonathan leong from singapore idol sang chasing cars by snow patrol. so i was stuck between likeing jonathan leong, or hating snow patrol.

but snow patrol is too good to be hated. and i think jonathan leong looks like an ex-convict. sooo. i think i'll still like snow patrol and still dislike jonathan leong, blaming the whole pairing of snow patrol and jonathan leong on the radio overplaying alt rock on mainstream radio. yes indeed.

i feel like starting a petition to take indie/alt rock off mainstream radio. because good music and bad music dont go together.
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for the poor girl who has to stay up late to rush work, and says my drawing looks communist.
jiayou! (: sorry i cant help. im an architecture student. o_O

2006-09-02T01:10:00.000+08:00

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

probably the most overplayed snow patrol song now. so much so it's even on the radio. but somehow. i don't know anything else more apt.

it's more of a wish than a question.

2006-08-30T01:51:00.000+08:00

got back from ubin today, and after a whole load of cycling, my legs hurt like hell, and my ass feels like it's been violated, not that i've felt that before.
the pictures are on the right column. but that's only some of them, because vanessa hasn't uploaded her set.
overally it was quite an okay trip, although there were instances i really wanted to throttle someone's neck. but i shalln't elaborate on it.

anddd...
I CAME BACK WITH ZERO MOSQUITO BITES! i got 3, but they disappeared. eitherway, it's amazingly low for ubin. and then guess what. i sat at the computer. and got bitten another 3 times. yipee. the commando mosquitoes are underperforming this year. ha.

2006-08-27T01:32:00.000+08:00

CREATURE FEATURE!
the people who've followed my blog over the last year would know that sometimes i decide to make creature features, where i put up a picture of a new pet or a new animal i see. well, today i shall do one for an strange abomination, maybe because of my penchant for the weird and ugly.

ivan the-saurus.

yes. that is ivan(the RJ-lookalike? remember?) with a plastic bag on his head.
no, not the grinning person behind. that's chris gaylord faggot, but that's another creature for another time.

anyhow, i promised to feature ivan on my blog so that everyone could see him once again coz he's been dying for attention.
he's been on quite a few times, but this time i'm going to make it a little more in-depth.

but lemme just say why i decided to feature him. we were doing groupwork the otherday, and ivan, was jiggling around while singing his strange, utterly disgusting rendition of HIPS DONT LIE by shakira.

now lets analyse.

this is shakira. she loves to gyrate her hips. i don't see why not. even if she'd increase the probability of her getting banned in every muslim country on earth, she does it because she can.
i, though i dont find very appealing, cannot see why she shouldn't.

this is ivan. ivan has NO hips whatsoever. or well. none i could find. nothing resembled hips. get my drift?.
so now, just imagine ivan. singing-along to hips don't lie. ohhhh yes. absolutely appealing. i know. sensual and oh-so-hot.

on other day's ivan is just your average teenager.

no. im kidding. definitely. he is not normal at all.
feed plenty of food. deprive of music, and you've got the perfect pet geared up for entertainement.

umm. get yours today?

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okay. as mean as i might seem. ivan has been itching to be on my blog. when i told him i was gonna feature him, he said "NoOOOoOoOOo" but he was grinning like a retard. so i assumed he really wanted it. yes. ivan. you've got your wish(: enjoy.

oh, and my apologies for not blogging much since the holidays started like i should. but i just cant seem to get into the blogging mood when the shortcuts for Need for Speed Most Wanted and F.E.A.R are on my desktop. apologies, though i make no promises to blog more because of the above stated reasons. sorry for the inconvenience. maybe if you'd sign a petition i'd update more. yesyes.

2006-08-16T18:23:00.000+08:00

"He's always chasing the pot of gold, but when he gets there, at the end of the day, it's just corn flakes. "

-Morty, Click.

2006-08-15T10:27:00.000+08:00

i've had people asking me why i'm depressed and why i always seem so emo.
well, it's proabably because my fat crazed gerbil decided to eat my pet pufferfish and thus died a pretty gruesome death.

no, i didn't break up with my girlfriend because i've never had any to begin with,
and no, my grandparents are still alive and kicking, somewhere in queensway.

which, equates to, i'm-not-telling-you-beacause-come-to-think-of-it-it-is-quite-a-stupid-reason-to-be-depressed,
and thus i shall just become a recluse and hide in a nice little cave i've decided to call home.

oh. and just because i wear a turban, and i've got a beard and i live in a cave, doesnt mean i'm any close relative of osama. apparently, the closest relatives he has still live in something called houses. x)

2006-08-13T22:32:00.000+08:00

submission ended on friday, but somehow i dont feel happy at all.
i'd rather have a gazillion submissions that have to feel like whatever i'm feeling now.
honestly i don't know what i'm feeling anymore. it's just numbing.
and even if i said it hurt like hell i guess it wouln't really matter does it?

but somehow, foolishly,
i'll still be waiting.
call me stupid. but that's the last thing i'd give up.

2006-08-07T13:21:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NG.

okay. because you didn't reply my sms birthday wish, i'd decided to publically defame you on my blog, which you should know, quite a few people read. now this is the most unglam picture of you i could find, courtesy of amanda during christian chen's message at wilkie ;) enjoy.

thanks for enduring all my shit for the last 18 years. like the paragraph just before this, but i digress.
so here's a happy birthday ng, who somehow is able to

can stand me without attempting to kill me (...yet, at least not physically)
reminds me and van that it's time to get home, by just he's acting wonky
for giving weird, you-cannot-make-it looks when i'm being retarded, thus keeping me in check.
for always going "i buy for you ah, but you must eat". ultimate money saver.
for dispensing money when we need it from his ****THOUSAND DOLLAR BANK ACCOUNT. x)
and for just being one of the best guy pals around.

any girls who want the most tolerant boyfriend, just gimme a ring. i'll arrange.hapy eighteenth you bag of bones.

ps. i DON'T thank you for always putting the stupid robber on my land, and stifling my roads in settlers. thanks. gotta get you back for that one. ;)

oh, and (: drinks on friday. ~~on you.~~

2006-08-03T23:38:00.000+08:00

just got home from school a while ago.
i'm so tired, my eyes hurt from staring at the screen for the whole day, and i wish i had some people willing to listen to me whine about how i'd like to fall down the steps and die right now, so as to evade submission next friday.

the clock on the wall reads 11.43pm. work starts again at 12.
oh i love my life.

2006-08-02T00:54:00.000+08:00

i really don't get whats happening.
i just hope it's not bad.

2006-07-27T01:02:00.000+08:00

UPDATE!
well, almost a week after friday, and here i am to fulfill my promise.

and since it's been a while, i shall just update.
its been a pretty eventful week of sorts. though not really in the most pleasant of ways.

friday's submission went bad. horrid. i had to reprint an extra 3 sheets of floorplans because some things didn't turn out right. and i pretty much had the option of paying for 3 sheets, but i decided to be honest and remind the person that i had printed 9. silly me. -_-" of all times to feel like being an honest person, i HAD to pick the time when i was running low on funds, ~~and there weren't any pretty girls watching.~~ yay. there goes 30 bucks. so now at least i shall blog about it so my good deed doesnt go unnoticed. HA. i'm kidding.

but i guess feeling good about yourself for 30bucks is pretty worth it.
oh, and folding a huge paper crane with a $3.50 piece of oversized printed mahjong paper feels good, when the only thing you wish to do is get anything CAD related outta sight. trust me. it's therapeutic.

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i caught the lakehouse by myself(as loser-ish as it may seem).
on the handphone, converted from a file of unknown origin. la la la.
because asking a guy to watch it with me is just plain gh3y, and asking a girl would be suggestive coz i half expected it to be a horridly mushy and romantic chick flick. thus i decided to save the awkwardness and trouble by just watching it myself.
well. two words - it. sucked.

i mean, if keanu reeves died it would have been a pretty nice show. but since he survived, it's become a totally impossible, idealistic show, with the sole purpose of making people feel warm and fuzzy inside.
well, didn't work for me. i ended up feeling cheated.
I MEAN, THE WHOLE FREAKIN' SHOW I WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO DIE. then i could maybe shed a tear or something.

and what? he has to go Neo on me and 'come back to life'
(well, technically he doesnt die, but instead gets warned beforehand that he's going to die, so he doesnt die. but theoretically, if he doesnt die because he was warned that he wouldn't die, wouldn't that make the person unable to warn him not to die because he never really died in the first place? okay. quit it. no more "going-into-the-past-to-kill-my-grandfather-theories)

hell, they might as well come up with sequals titled the Lakehouse Returns, and the Lakehouse Revolutions. or something. you know, i'd rather not think of it.

so shoot me if you think i'm biased just because im sadistic and like to watch people die. but go watch it for yourself. you'd wish he'd have died too.

it is however, highly recommended for architecture students as Reeve's father goes on rambling about the greats like corbusier, and frank llyod wright among others on the list of architects. '

oh. i should pick up il mare. maybe it's a little better. but i don't know. hmm.
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i'm extremely happy i finally won the stupid Evo in Need For Speed Most Wanted because i was at it for 3 days owing to a stupid autosave function which i didnt know could be switched off, leaving me to race porsches and eclipeses with a stupid rx-8.
if you didn't get what i just said, nevermind. i just had to bitch about it.

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i guess you couldn't really call that a very eventful week, because the most eventful part i wont mention due to personal reasons.

but you, thanks for telling me, and i'll definitely do something about it. because that's the only option i have. the other option i could take isn't really an option because i'd rather die than choose it. thanks throwing it straight in my face because i'm dull. and for that i apologize.
you actually make me the sorriest bugger on earth. scary to think of it. it's been humbling in a way. thank you.

let's get outta this rut yea?

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well, the next submissions in a little over two weeks, and hopefull i'll blog more because this blogs been stagnating for quite a while. will update as whenever possible, if time permits. (:

2006-07-18T04:56:00.000+08:00

i guess it doesn't really matter what happens or what shit we get ourselves into, as long as it all ends up back the same way it used to be, everything will remain a-okay. yes? (:

i am blessed. thank you.

less on the vague, depressing posts, more on the funny, entertaining posts you love.... ....
after this friday's submission. promise. (:

2006-07-16T02:04:00.000+08:00

today i wished i were more.

2006-07-12T02:02:00.000+08:00

i'm probably the biggest asshole on earth now. i'm so sorry. i wish i could fall down the steps and die right this moment.

2006-07-06T01:16:00.000+08:00

In the light of the sun,
Is there anyone?
Oh it has begun...
Oh dear, you look so lost,
Your eyes are red
The tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed.
You said,

You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,
You said,
You don't know me,
And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.

Essential yet appealed,
You carry all your thoughts
Across an open field,
Where flowers gaze at you,
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you
You said,

You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,
Well you said,
You don't know me,
And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.

She said I think I'll go to Boston.
I think I'll start a new life.
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain. Oh yeah well
I think I'll go to Boston.
I think that I'm just tired.
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of Sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice, oh yeah.

You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,

Boston, where no one knows my name,
Where no one knows my name
Where no one knows my name, yeah.

Boston, where no one knows my name.

Boston - Augustana has been on repeat for the past few nights. a bloody emo song, but would probably be replaced, when i've listened to it for the 4257858346th time. along with songs like calendar girl, but at the moment, it's on repeat in winamp, and i dont think i'll get sick of it anytime soon.

it's amazing how music has such a great impact on my mood.
you could be on Boston by Augustana, and the next moment, feel warm and fuzzy with You've Got a Friend in Me by Lyle Lovett, and end up happy and gay with something like the Yeah Yeah Yeah Song by the Flaming Lips.

but sadly i'm stuck on Boston.

2006-06-28T01:38:00.000+08:00

we all know that stanley being unable to make good jokes is fact not fiction.
stanley says people get orgasms in supermarkets in the organic food section, which wasn't funny at all. but anyway, the thing is that he DID make a good joke today. before you freak, please read the follow excerpt from the conversation with me, van and stanley:

::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
organic vegetables are orgasm
as hot as an ice cube says:
felt a cucumagsm? -.-"
WOW KINKY. says:
....
WOW KINKY. says:
HAHAHAHAH
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
it comes from the word organism
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says :
ya
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: :
cool rite?
WOW KINKY. says:
HAHAHHAHHAA
as hot as an ice cube says:
YEA
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: :
so everyone can have a share ofit
WOW KINKY. says:
WOW COOL
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
yea
as hot as an ice cube says:
THATS A GOOD ONE STAN
WOW KINKY. says:
SO COOL MAN
as hot as an ice cube says:
LIKE FINALLY
WOW KINKY. says:
SO COOL
as hot as an ice cube says:
O_O
WOW KINKY. says:
WOW
WOW KINKY. says:
COOLLLLLLLLLLL
as hot as an ice cube says:
as cool as a cucumber
WOW KINKY. says:
HAHAHA
as hot as an ice cube says:
like
as hot as an ice cube says:
finally
WOW KINKY. says:
CUCUMBERGASM
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
cucumber are cool?
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
they are?
as hot as an ice cube says:
cucumbergasms are cool
as hot as an ice cube says:
WTH
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
oh okay
as hot as an ice cube says: -.-"
as hot as an ice cube says:
YOU MADE A LAME JOKE AND YOU DIDNT KNOW IT.
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
oh i made a joke that lame made
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
and i dun know?
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
oh damn
::..>"~~"< ¥§tÅn£Eÿ¥ >"~~"<..:: says:
lame is good

-___-" stan is amazing..... ly stupid.
and he called me a d***face. thanks a lot. but i guess we need such people for entertainment. even thought sometimes he's as good as the reruns showing on the telly.

yes, we all love you stan. even if your sense of humour is totally off tangent, we still love you. don't worry.

2006-06-25T01:56:00.000+08:00

you know, there's so much i'd like to have.
today i wished i were richer so i could give people treats.

i just realised, today, at 2am, piled to my neck in work, and knee-deep in shit, that i'm pretty happy with everything.
either i'm totally losing it, or i've found the meaning of life, but i highly suspect its the former.

everything shitty seems pretty good for some reason or other now. maybe my perspective has changed. maybe i'm just so sleepy i'm starting to hallucinate.

i'm happy i'm pretty ugly because i means i'm not going to get a shallow girl (if i even manage to get one, but lets be optimistic for once.)
i'm happy i'm gonna die chionging my model because i could be still stuck on my plans - then i'd be pretty much dead already
i'm happy that i'm not very friendly, because that means although i dont have very many friends, but i have a few good friends.
i'm happy that people rarely give me stuff, because that means i appreciate whatever i get more.
i'm happy i'm not rich, because it doesnt allow me to buy friendship.
i'm happy i don't have much so i wont take anything for granted.

i'm happy because today, nette, lame, pat munkit, and ng came to my house today to help me with my model (:, even if i'm still not done with it.

and if you add it all together, i should be delirious now. i'd actually be grinning like an idiot if i had enough energy. i'm having a good day. as bad as it seems.

happy is definitely not a yuppie word.

2006-06-23T05:44:00.000+08:00

friends are the people who keep you company.

best friends are the people who'll stay up past their bedtime to accompany you while you're rushing a project, feeling sorry because they can't help you with anything, but ending up as the greatest help of all by just being there. and all the while not knowing it.

thank you sooo much.

2006-06-21T03:45:00.000+08:00

soooo complicated.
why does everything have to be that way?
my design is killing me.

2006-06-18T22:09:00.000+08:00

MEE'S BIRTHDAY PICTURES

happy birthday to mEe. (:

me, mEe and nette after we presented her with the roses, and nette wanted to pose smelling the roses. so i decided to play along.

the roses smelt okay until i accidentally, cow-instinctively, licked one. didn't taste very good. the next taken after was a lot more unglam, so i shalln't post it. ;) this was just before i licked it.

nette made me do it. the pimple that followed the day after was her fault.
stupid nette. >.<
i've this weird feeling she wanted me to do it so she wouldnt be the only one having a pimple which she got the day before.
thanks a lot.

the art of seduction. right. we ate something, and the cameraman was overly anxious to take the picture. and viola. okay? we we're not trying to be seductive.

2006-06-18T00:30:00.000+08:00

i remember posting once, like a year ago or something that dreams are the mind's way of masking reality.
they just screw up your perception, til you don't know whats real anymore.

i'm giving up on dreaming.

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when you feel like shit, and end up thinking too much, you feel even more like shit and then you think too much, and then you feel like a even bigger piece of shit and you think even more, and then you blog about it, and then you feel even worse, and then you'll get too tired and go to sleep and then wonder the next day why you were feeling like shit the previous day because you felt and shit and thought too much, and felt even more like shit, and then, you'll feel better after you get too tired of feeling like shit.

ahh the wonders of life. it's so great because when everything is totally like shit, it can't get worse. and you feel better coz thereafter it'll just keep improving.

i'm banking on feeling better tomorrow. off to bed then!

2006-06-16T00:12:00.002+08:00

MAMEE'S BIRTHDAY!

i woke up this morning and smelt the roses.

i then got attacked that same bunch of ~~horny~~ thorny, bloodthirsty fruit wannabes , leaving me with puncture woulds on my finger tips.
and no, in case you were wondering, my fingers did not get any greener(GREEN FINGERS GEDDIT? okay. nevermind), nor did i become a thornyrosebushman because they weren't radioactive.

i now proclaim my hate for roses. although i wouln't mind getting some. just dont ask me to de-thorn them, because as i've learnt today, they clearly don't like it.
daniel wants government funding for genetically-modified thornless roses! all in favour say aye!
(i'm sure nette would agree :) we shall order next time ey?)

whatever it was, it was quite well worth the effort. because anything is worth the effort when you're making it for someone else. (: and i'd do anything just for a shocked, surprised, and yousavedourlivesweareeternallygrateful-look anyday.
hope you liked it mEe. (:

well, today, well, half an hour ago, was mamee's birthday.
and mamee is getting old. and it's okay if you've gone a little senile, a few cards short of a full deck, but we still love you very much. (: okay, i'm kidding.
she's one of the prettiest and nicest people around and because she kept my present i made for her two years ago, i've decided to make a present for her every year. (:

HAPPY(er... belated by now?) BIRTHDAY MEE!
hope you liked the hopeless earrings. (:
made by a guy, so you can't blame me for the shoddy workmanship. ha.

and talking about gifts...
cheryl lim sure knows how to make a daniel happy.
WHEN I GROW UP, I WANNA MARRY CHERYL!~
(:(: thankewethankewethankewe for the timbuk2.

daniel is a happy boy today, because making people happy makes daniel happy, and other people making daniel happy makes daniel happy(erm. duh -.-").
and when daniel is happy he doesnt make sense. but i'd think you'd know that by now.

2006-06-11T01:40:00.000+08:00

i talked till late today.
and it was good.

2006-06-10T00:03:00.000+08:00

HAPPY CAMPER.

a happy camper is what i am.
just got back from church camp, and it's been great. the messages were great, the people were the best, and God was awesome.

camp revolved around God, but there was a lot of work in between. which totally sucked.
thankfully i managed to get internet connection for submissions.

what was eventful during the camp:

i bunked with daryl pat.
i managed to complete all my submissions. although i didn't put much effort into it.
nette ate 8 pieces of apple stuff, and 4 pieces of chocolate stuff which everyone thought tasted like swimming pool water... and said it tasted good.
daryl and sheryl pat love to con people of their doughnuts.
nicolas is a mini jon lame, and that, does not bode well.
i hate kids. naughty kids. nice ones are fine.
daryl is a pedophile.
i lost my handphone and my watch a few moments after, but found both. although one was found by some other outsider. miraculous. i need help to take care of my things. i should hire somebody. or buy i new slot in my warehouse for 1000000 gold or something.
sophie is a beast. (: ASK ME WHY!
josiah is hot.
piggy backing people is hard work.
abel has officially been pronounced as gay. totally. x)
desaru mosquitoes are crazy. they suck as bad as the internet connection.
jacob is weird. but he makes good mua chee, but doenst bathe very well. (:
i think im growing old. i can't relate to some of the younger people. and i cant remember my children song actions.
vaness' grandma is funny.
i nailed nette's foot with a chair, and carpet burned her. and for that i'm really sorry. :( im rough. SORRYYYY.

okay. can't think of much now. but almost everything was eventful. God was the bestest, but he's always the bestest, so i expected that. whee.
REFRESHED!

2006-05-29T23:53:00.000+08:00

i'm wondering why i always end up feeling like shit before i go to bed. argh.
must be that time of the day again.

if i sleep early... i should skip that time right?
i promise better posts soon. give me till next month. (:

2006-05-28T01:46:00.000+08:00

i feel like an asshole again.
maybe i shall just stop talking.

2006-05-28T00:23:00.000+08:00

i now know why so many people close down their blogs.
i think it's because you can't say anything on a blog, without people going,
"what happened?"
"who is it?"
or "what's wrong"

i know it's all out of goodwill, but it's reality. you can't say anything on blogs without people reacting. that's why people want public blogs anyway. for people to react.

i was thinking of starting a diary. something i've never done in my life because i've feared that when people look into it, they might think i'm suicidal or something. ARGH. i'm just feeling like shit again.

maybe i shall just be a recluse.
then i could say what i want, do what i want, and nobody would notice.
and people would listen, without wanting to know what happened.
they'd comfort. without needing to know too much.

because the people who'd be there would be me, myself, and i.
wonderful companions.

2006-05-24T18:54:00.000+08:00

i guess i don't really matter anymore, do i?

2006-05-23T22:59:00.000+08:00

this is ivan. everyone thinks ivan looks like RJ from the new movie "over the hedge". i think he's more of "over the hills and far away". but you have to admit. the resemblance is uncanny.

2006-05-21T23:49:00.000+08:00

The Unconfident

a side-quest in a very big role playing game
the minishow.
the one who'll just always be there, wanting to get on stage, but in the end fading into the darkest corner of the room.

the naive, overshadowed one.

why do i believe?

maybe i'll start watching in silence.
maybe i shall just fade away.

the one who's just there.
no more, no less.

maybe i should just not be told anything.
it's a lot better that way isn't it?

2006-05-21T00:48:00.000+08:00

The Designer's Creed
sometime's people think i'm strange. i'm a perfectionist when it comes to design. i can't stand lousy design, i don't work well with people i don't like. well, just as information. this is what i live by. The Designer's Creed for me.

you're never the best.
you're limited only by the strength in your hands. (and money to buy the materials, but i digress)
if other's don't like it, you've either got to prove them wrong, or you've got to change.
nothing is too much.
never trust anyone. not even you're closest friends. unless they're in another industry.
talent is better than hard work. both is better
quality, not quantity.
design is everything. breathe design, eat design, sleep design.
leave your mark on everything.
if it's not your best, it's better off in the bin.
if you understand it, it's design. if you don't, its art. both is fine.
never criticise anyone unless you're sure you're better.
and even if you are, accept all criticism.
if you can't do, don't teach.

so when it comes to design, you know what to expect.

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Doubting Daniel.

that's one more to the overreplaced 'doubting thomas' phrase.
i doubt people. i doubt myself.
and sometimes i'm a total demanding, unreasonable asshole.
sorry.

i'll do something about it. i promise.

2006-05-18T17:16:00.000+08:00

blatant plagiarism

two nights ago, i had a dream.
i wouldn't call it a nightmare, because it wasn't particularly bad, but it was just quite pointless.

in it, i killed some person, and was on the run from the cops. and by on the run, i meant literally. and i awoke before i got caught, so i didn't really know what happeded in the end. just that i killed some person, and then i ran for my life.
i awoke, puzzled more than freaked out or anything, because i wasn't caught anway.

some people say dreams foretell what's going to happen.
and at the moment i'm hoping i dont do anything foolish.

today i got to school and started a little designing on the building i'm proposing for my newest project. and this nice person, walks around, looking at what other people are designing.

and as everyone knows, i do everything in marker. it gives a professional look to it, and i like the bold, slightly comic-style look.

so he's observing, and asking questions, while looking at my design, and me, being highly forgetful, forget's that he actually copied my design concept too, not to mention a previous site map, and other miscellaneous designs i've done, answers his questions just to help.
and wow, 10 minutes later, my friends point out an almost exact replica just with a teeeny weeeny little modification, IN MARKER, was on his paper. amazing.

a while later, we're at the workshop, being shown how they mix concrete, and i manage to get my hands on a menacing looking shovel, which everyone was supposed to try to use.

i shovelled once, and after that, quickly passed it to the next person and am so proud of myself for not lodging it into somebody's neck.

but now i implore everyone to keep any sharp or potentially deadly objects out of my hands...
before i actually act out my dreams.

and to that certain someone, keep away before you become nail gun fodder.

anger clouds judgement. i think i need to "pop a chill pill" or something was it? i am sooo outta touch of the lingo people use today.

2006-05-16T00:50:00.000+08:00

today i came home feeling like a total wreck because my design concept idea was plagarised by some ass who has stolen my ideas 3 times already.
then i realised the teacher said his idea was interesting. but didnt say anything about mine.
then i got scolded for no particular reason.

but now, i feel like the luckiest boy on earth. but if i told you why, i'd think you'd all take it the wrong way. so i won't tell you why.

but i'm happy now. (:
thanks you.

2006-05-14T01:16:00.000+08:00

ask for the banana song.
do you want a banana? peel it down and go mmm mmm mmm!

banana makes me happy. they should make banana spreads. because spreading banana is spreading happiness. (:

okay daniel. get some sleep.

2006-05-13T01:03:00.000+08:00

Watch angels in the morning become devils after noon.
I will panic in the evening underneath the crashing moon.
So fall in love while you can still hold your head up high,
and pretend that you're alive again.

Now autumn brings the beautiful things,
where all you give comes back to you like the crown upon my king.
Your life's a song,
so sing along before the silence swallows you and leaves you like a poem,

Watch angels in the morning becoming devils after noon,
I will panic in the evening underneath the crashing moon.
So fall in love while you can still hold your head up high,
and pretend that you're alive again.

It's friends that leave you here in the end,
so hold your head up high and pretend that you're alive.

Your friends,
now ghosts,
are screaming "Bury us," they said,
while panic in my mind was broken

-Pretend You're Alive - Lovedrug

2006-05-13T00:09:00.000+08:00

today is a good day.

woke up early to meet nette to go mother's day present shopping, and and breakfast. was joined by daryl shortly after.

it was supposed to be burger king breafast, but ended up at subway, because of....
technical problems.

yes, you heard me right- . somehow, burger king was closed due to technical problems.
fantastic.
but from ,my superior observational skills, the likely possibility was that they couldn't get their signboard lit. because all the rest of the stores were lit, except bk.

and so we ate at subway. actually, twice. for lunch too.
this is random, but i hate olives.

anway, cutting to the chase,
it was pretty fruitful, i got a wallet for mom, which ate a hole in my pocket, for which mom complained about, but of course, i'd sense deep down, that somehow's she's happy that her wallet finally matches up to her son's.

the whole shopping process was pretty uneventful.

i just...

hurt my shin, after tripping over the mannequin stand and in the process freaking out this auntie, whom i hope, didn't die of a heart attack, and not manage to celebrate mother's day. awesome.

whee. i love hurting myself.
and on the way back to the mrt station, we found a really really nice card.
the next time you go the gift shop at citylink, look out for the card with the saggy breasts. SOOO FUNNY!

oh, and i think all women's watches look the same.
okay. this whole section has been pretty random. i apologize
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the i met leb and charm, and we sat at max brenner's.
first time, and i doubt the last.

dark choc suckoas and 3 choc fondue. instant happiness, instant sorethroat, and hyperactivity.

heaven, hell after.

2006-05-10T01:50:00.000+08:00

am i three?

i most definitely am not, but when i watched mi3, it sure seemed that way. i got lost during the whole who's the bad guy part, and so did nette, so she wasn't any help anyway. lame was not much better, but i shalln't talk about him, because i won 50cents from him on a bet whether tom cruise was gonna survive.

lame was stupid not to realise the main lead of the show never dies, especially in totally brainless action flicks, and thus, the much smarter dc earns 50 cents off him. hooray.

50 cents = 5 fishballs.
50 cents a lotta money.

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it was rather uneventful on a whole, attending cruella's lessons, and meeting the rest of the people after. but i've learnt quite a lot. surprisingly.

i cannot play foosball for nuts.
foosball is all about luck, because daryl can beat me 3 rows straight. he's got quite a lot of luck.
van wants the be sikh.
you can cheat stupid singaporeans on bags, because if daryl can, you can do it too.
don't sit next to nette and jon when you're watching a show and are in need of some explanation.
THERE IS NO MORE BEN&JERRY'S DAY AT PS!
if you want a dim sum girl, go to food republic.

aiya vannn.... next time you wanna tie turban, must ask a real sikh la.
i'd gladly tie a turban for you. must see how the pro does it.

2006-05-06T17:52:00.000+08:00

i shall apologize for not having blogged in the past week.

and although it's election day, i shalln't talk about the elections.
mainly because i know nuts about the elections; having skipped every single page of the elections in the papers ever since it was in print. oh, and there's a movie by the same name, and they've been making a huge fuss over some form a few days back, like kids fighting over the last piece of candy.

enough about that, i've just completed my submission for group work yesterday, and now that it's over, it's like a load being lifted, like an elephant taken out of my rear end.

and now i'm too tired to blog. i shall go nap again.