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All my bags are packed, i'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' its early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die




ORIENTATION CAMP '06


was incredible.

What can I say? The campcomm are great people. Only a pity that I was in my depressed, antisocial mood. Even so, unforgettable.

Things I will remember:

Tying waterbombs at 2am in the morning with ngiam, zhizhi, longzhao, nelson, zuoming, , yuheng, going to sleep to see the lightsticks glowing all around, waking up at 6 again to do the same thing. A hundred man-hours of work (2000 waterbombs), all gone in a great 30 mins.

Shedding my mood and going manic-insane, tripping secones at the knees into the mud as they rushed for our bucket, but everyone was laughing anyway.

Drinking kopi with bernard at 9am at macritchie reservoir, silently watching the kayaks go back and forth.

Anwaar's mangled cheers. have you got the speeeeeeeerit?

Ngiam's teaching people about doors

Ngiam dressed as Kong rushing down to rescue a fair maiden

Aaron chee being pumped by paul lim for taking gay pictures, and remaining, bloody unrepentant =D

8 minute speech at cca trail, floundering for the first 4 mins but then something broke within me and I gave my most passionate speech ever.

The sublime moment was at the finale, when we cheered, danced, sang together with the secones, when kingkong revived to dance again. Incredible pride, accomplishment, you name it. Definitely far better than ours, anyway.

So I'm here thinking: the kind of mindless punishment we've grown used to doesn't work. I had one particular guy try to smart-aleck me in the toilet, was ready to throw "NO PUMPING" to the wind and knock him down 80, then I controlled myself and just well... talked to him. Told him how I felt, why he shouldn't have done what he did, and I think he was changed. Somehow I feel he won't forget that anytime soon.

I think a lot of the PSLs (self included) started out wanting to do to them what ours did to us, and along the way that changed into genuinely wanting to teach them.

To the sec ones: 1. see you in band, no i won't be what the band says I'll be 2. keep up whatever you've shown these past three days.

Stone-stupid, incredibly cute, but these are my brothers

To the campcomm: awesome working with such great people, all of you. Hope we stay together, for uh. forever!


WARNING. Great big lump of words below. Do not read if you have the attention span of a penguin

2005 is dead and gone, and I can confidently say I've never changed more. Comparing myself now, to the same last year, I can scarcely recognise how I was. It's been a mixed year mostly, though I come out of it grateful for the fact that it happened, and for all the people that made it happen.

HIGHS:
SYF - Gold with honours, didn't expect to make it but since they give it hell we're taking it
NCO camp - for the first time, meeting people like myself with whom i really click. We're going to stick together, I feel it in my bones.
CHANGE - elaborated below

LOWS:
Love - or the falling out thereof. Disappointing, but it doesn't sting as much as I expected. I guess I haven't found what I'm looking for (i guess i'll be buying somebody lunch)
Appointments - or the lack thereof.

What I am truly grateful for is the band. For my batch, for my section, for everybody down to the bloody sec ones, for just being who they are - my refuge. If all else fails, I know the band will always be there, ready and welcoming. Particular gratitude paid to jeremy, brian, justin, best wishes for whatever they throw at us next.

And especial thanks, to habibah, for those evenings =D
To gk, for those calls and the support
To ja, metty, for all those lung-bursting moments
To the 2P people, especially geoff and zach, for making this school tolerable.

CHANGE:

I was really into my school the year before, the typical rafflesian mugger(shh cannot say that word). Meeting those people woke me up, taught me that well, I wasn't happy leading my academically-focused life. I realised I needed to get a life, and so I tried, not very hard admittedly. I've tried to open up to people, make more friends, and the results have been mostly happy.

And that, really, is what I want to do next year. Be good to my friends, make good ones, and keep those I already have. I want to pay less attention to myself, more to the people around me. Because what I fear most now is that I'll leave next year with stellar results but ultimately miserable for the lack of friendship.

What will I do? Become more extroverted, certainly - though not to royce's extent, with his mercurial temperament (feel that I can really become his friend). Develop my own style, because I don't want to trip from one form of enslavement to another. Smile more, laugh freely, speak easily, ultimately be happy.

So, here's to 2006. We take our bows and say, thank you. Get someone good into bed while you're at it too.
















So, how now? Franz Ferdinand is also coming to town, exactly one week before Oasis.

Just back from PSL camp five hours ago, will be leaving for the prefects' one in one hour's time, will be back (just in time for school!) on new year's day. While it hasn't exactly been all that memorable so far, there's been plenty of food for thought - how the hell do i fire up twenty secones, or at the very least, keep them?

Solutions and pictures (if i can think of any =/), when i get back

In a way I'm glad to see school start. I'm tired of talking to a computer screen and calling it communication. Of course I will regret this when the alarm clock rings at six again (which i will ignore, inevitably), but let's think deep, optimistic thoughts for the moment.

like how i haven't finished my homework yet.










I'd never expected to just call an old friend and resume a conversation after an interruption of 13 months. But it was good talking to someone familiar again, almost a throwback to how I was at this time the previous year. Things have certainly changed, haven't they?


1.
I GOT OASIS TICKETS

Yesterday had indian food with a Hot Date (come on, imagine! =D), even though I swore not to touch it (indian food, not the other one)for another six months (probably because of the company i was with) CHEAP, GOOD, but somehow the conversation lacked that spark to get it going. A good meal always compensates for everything, but this is the black hole speaking.

Today I slept, I woke up, I slept again, I played a bit of Myst V, then I practiced, then, I ate then, I marvelled at my christmas cards (then I slept again).

Tomorrow I go and destroy someone's house =D

I'm actually doing a day-by-day account! Which through its extreme distress reveals hidden undercurrents of fear and anxiety that for all purposes, my holidays end TOMORROW. which is really sad, because for all purposes (the same ones, in fact), they've only just began.


EDIT: After some thinking I decided not to be modest/thrifty
Well its christmas. Kinda sad, isn't it. It is appropriate, then, to wish for things:

1. Happiness: not in the peaceful, tranquil sense, but rather for raging, fiery passions.
2. GPA = 4. after all these years
3. No pimples. They're getting very embarassing
4. Smooth talk.
5. SNYTO
6. Good band. very, very good band

A: Sunglasses
B: New instrument
C: Hairgel that works (if you put less than 500g)
D: Black long-sleeved shirt (particularly, that one i saw not too long ago)
E: Five pairs of jeans
F: COMFORTABLE leather shoes
G: Nike air max rival
H: Very, very big laptop which screams POWER
I: sub nine-minutes
J: That bag (sorry I'm terrible at recognising things)
K: oh heck just (a lot of) money.

See santa? i'm low-maintenance