konfezzionz of four emoz boiiz

and i see ool-orths yet again

2009-02-14T18:39:00.004+08:00

and in this land, i get to recall what i did 3 years back.

the things we did, the things we said, the breakfast we had.

ool-orth's just one of them.

it's been a long time coming since anything has been said, with many other commitments and desires being put ahead in the queue. it wasn't easy leaving, alone, to this place which i thought i could handle. well yeah, i'm pretty much fine right now, but it was tough, for one day at least. that was when one day felt like eternity.

when all i wanted and needed was a sense of familiarity, something to keep me connected to the world i left, to tell myself that everything's fine and that things will get better. thank God for internet, facebook, skype, msn, whatever that makes communication so much easier today. dinnering alone wasn't pleasant, though manageable. together with a quick trip to across the road to get a 2L bottle of milk, it did make me smile.

i never saw this coming, all these homesickness and whatever that comes along, i thought i'd be alright. it was so tempting to talk to just anyone on my list, to feel some love, to know that there's somebody out there i know. hah yeah, i was feeling really lonely.

but i'm pretty much fine now, and starting to get into all this that's ahead of me. i couldn't believe the fact that screams at me saying, 'hey, this is for real and this is no shit dude, you're going into university, you're going to be here for long. this ain't a holiday, you're here to stay.'

though now i do.

this is a rather big step for me, just done with my service to the nation, straight into uni. i don't even have the luxury of time to make use of my pink ic, or to reflect on how it has been in the last couple years of my life. Mr T didn't wait for me, he just dragged me along. whatever i couldn't hold onto tightly were left behind. whatever i could, i hold dear.

i will get through this, albeit being lame, really. i don't hold my 11b anymore, or for sure by now, i'll be scanned, or maybe in line for surgery. it's worrying this time i'm afraid. but i'll get through this, with you.

with these my smile will last

2008-12-22T21:38:00.004+08:00

It's been some time since i was last able to have a breather. it's nice to lie on my bed not just before bed time, just to reflect on the day, getting all comfortable and know that i am home. though tired, i know that time's on my side, for a while at least.

This break from work is nice, but it will end some day. it's not as if i do not know when this day will be, i do. i have to report back to work for the whole of january before things can come to a close, finally.

It has been boring, pretty tough on the mind. especially when things didn't really turn out the way i wanted them to over the course of the past 2 years. it has been frustrating, but the days come and go, and now, it's ending. i tried time and again to change the way things were, only to find disappointment a stranger i had to make friends with. i had to, to smile, to get on with it. he came so often that if a visit to the doctor's didn't end with him around, it'd be weird, although i'd leave with my spirit lifted, and in disbelief.

But time passed anyhow, and i'm here typing this. a deserving break i tell myself. i didn't even foresee how good this would feel. the joy of another chapter of my life is coming to an end, the relief of walking away from work, saying 'goodbye, thank you for the year or so, i'm leaving now'. i never really got involved in work other than my physical presence, i didn't see the need to anyway. i get to work each day looking forward to the end of it. it isin't the best of attitudes i know, but please try to understand. although i still have the same end point in mind, i'm happier each day. not because the day is nearing, but i guess i'm learning. learning to just get on with life, to get along with others, the sun will still set and rise soon after, no?

I hope you could feel the joy inside me, though you probably can't. but it's alright,
i'll dance here on my own :)

Time is running out and i'm starting to get scared really. there's so many of you whom i'd like to talk to, i wish i could chain time right here right now, i do.

but let's just get out into the sun, have some fun, and smile...

going pretty down kings cross street

2008-12-16T19:01:00.002+08:00

as much as i've thought about it, it never is the way it'll be.

the things i thought i had well mentally prepared for, thinking through the moment, thinking about exactly how it'll look, and feel, i won't be prepared for it i'm pretty sure.

the way i ensure i cleared the cookie dough and a slab of salmon, the way the windows closed on me, the way things looked at the end of it.

settled, peaceful and still,

i'll be leaving someday.

my childhood's crayola crayons colour code cancelled

2008-11-07T00:44:00.003+08:00

A poem by Saroja Subbiah :

Dear White Fella
When I am born I am black
When I grow up I am black
When I am sick I'm black
When I go out in a sun I'm black
When I git cold I'm black
When I git scared I'm black
And when I die I'm still black.

But you white fella
When you're born you're pink
When you grow up you're white
When you git sick you're green
When you go out ina sun you go red
When you git cold you go blue
When you git scared you're yellow
And when you die you're grey

It was circulated among the Maori stall in a New Zealand government office btw.

Funny, no?

Oh, may I add, that when you are feeling well, you too are in the pink, of health.

you get under the bright sun to find yourself getting darker

2008-10-14T22:50:00.002+08:00

welcome to the real world she said to me, now that i'm twenty, a little less than 4 months away from the next chapter of my life. twenty is just a number to me really, nothing much has changed overnight. i'm loving my time with my friends, my family and myself. with some music plugged in, fittingly fitting my mood of each time, making me feel that everything's alright. if it ain't, everything will be alright. it hard to have such beliefs this day, with expectations coming from everywhere. parents and good grades, officers and neat uniform, short hair, society and a printed certification, your dog and a walk, me, myself and i.

i haven't had a chance to talk to my mom till just now. it has been a long time coming. i think i mentioned earlier the want to spend some time out with her, talking about life over coffee or tea, milo or ribena. maybe not now, when i'm still having a little reluctance and difficulty, expressing myself to my family. they love to tell you, stay inside the lines. it was a pleasant first step towards that.

the initial reason why we sat down to talk after dinner was with regards to my university education after army. there wasn't much pressure on me, to do what they want me to do, to do well, to do what they think will be good for me in future. nope, nothing of that sort. my parents didn't get me down to plot it out in black and white. just seeking some assurance from me that my interest is there that's all. isin't that what people say what's life's all about? doing what you like, doing what you love, following your passion. not many people do though, not many people allow themselves, allow their kids to do so.

if only things could be like that really, everyone would be happy doing what they like, no?

it led from one thing to another. my brother's doing good pursuing his tertiary education, but he had a past that made my mom fight back tears at the mere mention of certain events. in their memories, tiny tragedies have occured. but it is the past now and we've gotten through it. his maturity, which i doubted before he left, proved me wrong. writing back through emails with love, he never fails to bring a smile to my face, believing once again that all is well.

all of our parents, they're getting older, i hope we don't disappoint them, my brother and i. mummy mentioned that when we were kids my brother always wanted to build a house, and for me, a doctor. although i don't really remember such dreams of mine, what came to mind just now was my plastic white box of medical kit, checking out the health of my stuffed toys. it was fun, as a kid. no inhibitions, nothing to stop you from being what you want to be.

when people say you can't, it's just a lie you got to rise above.

i'm excited for what the future holds,
for all it's uncertainties, for all it's opportunities.
for all the love i've yet to show, i want to shower them on you.

in time to come,
you will know what all this time was for.

and so he turned 20, on their 25th, on the 17th.

2008-09-23T22:54:00.003+08:00

A week has passed and things still feel the same. It wasn't as if I was expecting much to change anyway.

Venturing into the twenties.

Nothing much has changed thus far, i'm still pretty much the same me. The same me that you've known yesterday. Twenty's just a number, or so they say. I was wondering to myself before that day on the 17th, what was to be expected of me; maturity, a better financial mind, a mind's that knows what i'm going to do for further studies and maybe, better jokes. Expectations of society, expectations of this world we are supposed to meet, expectations of this world so many of us try to fulfil. Only to find you losing yourself in the end.

There's 'Little Me' within, just like the Little Archie stories within Archie's comics. He's not going away, he's not growing any older either. He's still a kid, who might be stubborn when it comes to certain things, but enjoys the little things in life. The little things in life, that brings a pure smile and true happiness from within. He remains the way he is.

He hasn't had enough of innocence.

let's go eat hor fun for fun :)

2008-09-02T23:30:00.004+08:00

hee hee

come with me and we'll have some fun

2008-08-27T22:18:00.005+08:00

Amos says:
your church is building up real fast
Amos says:
with the foundations done up
Amos says:
oh how applicable to life that is
Amos says:
mummy said, you must get the basics right first. and we thought, yeah whatever. only to realise it's only true.

pox says:
haha

Amos says:
shi shang zhi you ma ma hao

pox says:
how philosophical
pox says:
hahaha

Amos says:
:)

pox says:
long time no see you
pox says:
saw you across the road from park mall!
pox says:
bet you didn't even know it was us

Amos says:
i did

pox says:
haha

Amos says:
with my perfect eyesight

pox says:
of course of course

Amos says:
i knew you were going anyway, met joyce on the bus one day

pox says:
oh is it?
pox says:
oh wait maybe she did mention
pox says:
haha

Amos says:
right

pox says:
haha

Amos says:
now
Amos says:
it might have been you waved at the wrong guy
Amos says:
while i was behind thinking, are they calling that guy amos?

pox says:
hahhaa
pox says:
eh i got perfect eyesight also ok
pox says:
haha

Amos says:
oh yes how could i doubt, the powers of mini eyes

pox says:
-__-
pox says:
indeed indeed
pox says:
so how's life in ze army...
pox says:
going to ord...
pox says:
very happy?
pox says:
i'm such a poet
pox says:
it all rhymes

Amos says:
it all rhmyes like in criminal minds
Amos says:
there is still some time
Amos says:
come and hear my cry
Amos says:
and no, i've got 5months to go

pox says:
5 months quite fast lah
pox says:
haha
pox says:
and then after army?

Amos says:
that sounds so, depressing
Amos says:
as if army's my life, my entire life
Amos says:
take army as a girl

pox says:
hahaha

Amos says:
amos, how about after amy?

pox says:
haha

Amos says:
nah, i won't cry or go into depression really

pox says:
after you breakup with her

Amos says:
i'll find joy in spending time with cookie monster

pox says:
ahhh yes yes icic
pox says:
i know 'amy' isn't your life eh...still have time to go singfest
pox says:
o_O

Amos says:
of course, life's little wonders
Amos says:
i turned off my handphone and amy couldnt get me
Amos says:
she only could get to my friend named singtel ( no, my friend doesn't sing and tell), telling her that i am currently unavailable and to leave a message after the tone

pox says:
oh gosh
pox says:
bad bad bad

Amos says:
i couldn't help it
Amos says:
i couldn't let her know about Jason
Amos says:
she was so uptight about my affair with James, and now what, Jason? no what she couldn't have handled it
Amos says:
i faithfully returned the next morning albeit being really tired

pox says:
James? who's James?
pox says:
gosh u're like writing a novel
pox says:
haha

Amos says:
i love writing
Amos says:
people know him as James Blunt, but such formalities ain't needed when a relationship is already established, and growing well
Amos says:
i forgot to add that Jamie was part of it too, though he was just a fling, nothing more
Amos says:
just a mandatory cup of tea i'd say, Jamie entertained while Jason got ready.

pox says:
cup 'o tea ay?
pox says:
how quaint
pox says:
Jamie was rather forgetable i agree

Amos says:
he was sweet anyhow

pox says:
indeed indeed he's rather good looking i'd liek to add
pox says:
*like

amossfong@gmail.com says:
yeah, with the sound of strings it does really add to the mood of having a cup of tea, in the lobby, with Alicia at the piano
amossfong@gmail.com says:
but at the end of the day it was all just, appetiser, i was still more interested in Jason, hee hee

pox says:
i also have to agree
pox says:
that Alicia disappointed me

Amos says:
Alicia was good i'd say, with her leg hugging pants i wonder if any tree hugger could do the same
Amos says:
Juno would have failed flat

pox says:
her voice was good no doubt, but it everything was just so put on, i was rather disappointed..the way she was talking sounded all to scripted
pox says:
but her voice is undeniably good
pox says:
amazing
pox says:
still love Jason though
pox says:
gosh..Hitler is crazy

Amos says:
Adolf you mean
Amos says:
i'd say Putin is crazy too
Amos says:
damn i can't remember his first name
Amos says:
argh but i ain't that close to him anyway, just a 7th degree friend on friendster
Amos says:
i knew that was coming Oli, all these play acting
Amos says:
you're into Jason too
Amos says:
damn.

pox says:
Vladimir
pox says:
i was never play acting
pox says:
i even got a piece of him
pox says:
hahaha
pox says:
beat that
pox says:
he signed my cd
pox says:
wahahahaha
pox says:
Vladimir Putin right?

Amos says:
yes right

pox says:
yes the random Adolf thing is cos i'm studying

Amos says:
but as you've mentioned, that's just a piece of him, literally
Amos says:
i've got no cd of his, and no, before you think i download ( no i don't own any mp3s for that matter), he sings to me live

pox says:
is it is it
pox says:
how so

Amos says:
'oh i can be so lucky, even though only twenty four.....'

pox says:
what what what?
pox says:
confused

Amos says:
you don't know him well enough

pox says:
still confused

Amos says:
ok, wait, i've just done some research to find that i too, do not know him well enough. but i do try alright though it's tough
Amos says:
what i was trying to type was this
Amos says:
Damn, I should be so lucky
Even only 24 hours under your touch
You know I need you so much
Amos says:
from 'plane'

pox says:
ahhhhh

Amos says:
i'll change one line to suit us oli
Amos says:
to, i can see you church from here

pox says:
eh eh?
pox says:
from where

Amos says:
my place, at the end of the race, with a hastening of pace, what has happened to the human race!

pox says:
OH GOSH

Amos says:
it's 0eight oli

Amos says:
the calender has yet to run out of numbers, or rather, the numerical sequence

pox says:
this is one of the most intellectual convesations ever!
pox says:
seriously.
pox says:
no joke

Amos says:
why are you studying Adolf when i'm here then
Amos says:
one reason i tell you
Amos says:
you'll get no answer
Amos says:
you'll have no teacher
Amos says:
you'll get no markers
Amos says:
you'll have no paper! oh rejoice people rejoice!

pox says:
oh gosh
pox says:
i'm going to stab myself

Amos says:
do it rightly, not in the back
Amos says:
it'll be tragic should you stab yourself in the back
Amos says:
that'll mean no good for me and you, or rather, you and me and all other people with nothing to do nothing to lose

pox says:
ahh yes yes
pox says:
a song for every occasion
pox says:
every moment
pox says:
life
pox says:
is
pox says:
a musical

Amos says:
yes! i know i know
Amos says:
and the world will know your name and you'll be famous as you are
Amos says:
i got that from James

pox says:
you are so inspired
pox says:
not inspirational
pox says:
but inspired

it's been some time really and i'm not giving up on you, it's just a matter of making the effort really. alike writing to you, i want to talk to many others. Talk, and not just speak, as James told me before. i want to make it good, i want to make it worthwhile, memorable and happy, to put it simply. i don't want to waste your time, or mine, telling you i'm tired. i might not even tell you i'm tired at all! but it does affect our time together, it's content, it's depth. but it is this exact want to make it good that has let me down and let you go. so many things have been left unsaid, forgotten and never to be remembered again. these things, so lighthearted and funfilled i want to share with you but i can't remember them myself.

i wish i had written them all down somehow, but that shouldn't be the point here. it's over. it's pretty much the blame game we've all participated in before.

say, i missed my bus. i can get on thinking, if only i didn't drink that bottle of yakult, if only i didn't double check if the door's locked, if only i didn't walk as slowly listening and thinking about the music playing on my ipod. dude, the bus is gone, the next one is coming soon. sooner now that you've spent some time playing the blame game. it's clearly not the way forward.

sometimes things just don't turn out the way we want them to. things change, for the better or worse, for fun, or for nothing. but they do change anyhow. i wouldn't have had that conversation with Oli just now if not for my guest appearance online on msn just now. it was unplanned, yet enjoyable :)

inspired i am, only to let things slip by when they matter.
i hope you had fun, that's important, very important.

bluntly put, jason did the singing

2008-07-10T21:06:00.003+08:00

Out she came jumping into her backyard with her cell phone in her hand, her face lighted up so bright struggling to contain whatever excitement there was. she spoke as she momentarily paused her jumping and there and then came a hug from mother. one that needed no words of congratulation, just a smile, a big one this time, and you know that she's thinking, 'I'm proud of You', even if it was left unspoken.

The setting was perfect, performed under an overcast sky threatening to, but obviously failing to kill joy, happiness, love. Also threatened was my walk home, though almost completed, but almost is never enough in times like these. With technology(and some cash) giving me the ability to be able to bring my music along with me whenever i am on-the-go, it was as if Jason was right there by me with a live set right before me with the right song being sang to me:

listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing,

we're just one big family,

it's our God forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved....

It did seem perfect really. Though of course perfection isn't quite attainable really, by definition. Her joy could have come at the expense of others, my ipod battery could have gone dead at that moment in time, or just by the fact that Jason wasn't right there beside me and my ipod, although plugged in, wasn't playing his song actually(I was lying, heh heh, but it did come to mind really). But no I ain't going think that deeply into things like I always do, and think of it as, perfect.

Defying concrete definitions yet again, Jason's words of live high, live mighty, live righteously, live high, fits right there into the final scene;

when the act's over,

the props all covered,

lights warmed but done,

when the audience is gone,

I'll dance here on my own.

2008-06-22T23:47:00.001+08:00

Guess who's itching. The one with the lips.

space for one, there'll be none

2008-05-25T03:17:00.003+08:00

now that it has all ended,

the euphoria not yet faded,

it leaves you jaded, yet wanting more.

alike any other manchester united fan on thursday morning, the day couldn't have started off any better.

a victory over the opponent for the night,

one that commemorated a certain 50th anniversary,

nine years since the previous triumph,

only the third in it's history.

fate, they say, Sir said too.

it could have happened to us, but it didn't, and that was how it ended.

and at the end, it just struck me how human they are too.

tears of joy and anguish, both washed away leaving their expression duly exposed for the world to see.

Men, cried.

their exact joy and pain belongs to them and them only not matter how attached one may seem to be.

a view from the sidelines, i tell you that that is all i could have done, that is all i can do and it ends right there.

it has been some time since my life revolved around 4 quarters, or terms as they call it.

now, out of it and serving the nation.

but aware that the 2nd quarter of the year has ended, i know that this might be the end for now.

it is the last, for now, but not forever.

with my close friends being actively involved in sports teams, it's inevitable that i learn their trade and get into it as much as i can, though heavily involved in a performing arts group myself.

but there still is a line, that can't be crossed.

articles that i read, opinions that i've heard of my school never fails to garner some sort of reaction within myself, good or bad.

a place that i've been a part of, though rather insignificantly as compared to the role it has played in my life.

it never fails.

there's no denying that i'm still pretty much attached to the institution that has been part of almost a third of my life, so far.

the friends i've made, the times i've had, the work i've done(or the lack of it), the teachers i've seen, they're never enough.

things change over time.

luckily there ain't penalties in this to decide if they stay or go.

the gold medals that i was so used to across the road in the early stages,

times were never the same later on.

one thing i hope that doesn't change is one that's intangible.

one that has made me curse and swear at the leaders of the school, questioning their purpose - i made a girl cry, it does result in the surfacing of the worse of me at times.

while at the same time,

one that can make me smile and believe that all's good and it's still around.

it must not go.

they may have been the last that i see for some time, but certainly not the last.

too bad so sad, and as Cantona said, Losers go home.

well yeah, winners too.

call it mystery or anything, just as long as you'll call me.

Are you happy?

2008-05-06T03:12:00.002+08:00

Are you truly happy?

Like really contented with what you have now?

Contented with life as it is?

Can you define happiness?

Define it!

DEEEEFFFIIIINNNEEEE!

At this point of time some may think what the hell am I thinking?

So are you happy?

Well, Man U's top of the table.. are you happy?

My life's a success story.. so does that make you happy?

Or simply,

I caught some fish today while fishing.. so I amm happy.

Damn.. imagine getting this Question for GP.

putting it mildly definitely, maybe

2008-05-04T23:42:00.002+08:00

is it even today i have no idea.

about a year ago date unremembered,

was a day that it's memories remain vivid in my mind, they're mine.

it was the second day, and i didn't feel good.

what happened that day physically, mentally is immaterial,

i remembered,

i missed my mom.

maybe it was because she was away for 3 weeks having an exchange in china.

it could have been because i was out in the overused but for recruits, unchartered forest in tekong island.

these reasons, plausible.

the fact the it was mother's day, compounded with the other two reasons above made it worse.

i missed my mom, badly.

it should have never been the case.

all my life, in the past 19 years that i've lived, i've never had a proper 'celebration' on mother's day for my mom.

never.

i do not recall getting my mom anything special for this day either.

at most it was a dinner with my maternal family at the ground floor restaurant at marriot.

we've been there a few times, it's always nice catching up.

but what i remember of that place, that 'celebration' was the strawberry cheesecake which i loved,

not the purpose, not the reason for celebration of the occasion, a happy mother's day.

it's sad the way it is, like this.

i'd have never liked it to be like that if i were in control.

but i guess there's nothing much to be done right now, or rather,

it's hard to change such stuff,

such unspoken, unseen barrier between,

though possible.

call it the asian, the chinese mentality that there is a hierarchy of sort in a family.

parents have the final say and the children listen.

of course, society's undeniably changing, mindsets are changing,

but subtlety, they remain.

a certain sense of jealousy fills me when in films i see fathers calling their kids buddy.

a much greater level of affection shown there, but not here.

three words, be it i-love-you or i-miss-you, are hard to come by in the family i stay with.

i do not remember saying either at all.

i'll love to bring my mom out for lunch, catch a movie, or just at home.

just to have some quality time, to tell her some things that my irritable mood after work prevents me to.

maybe one day, but one day it must happen.

definitely, not maybe.

though it's already 30mins since mother's day,

i'd love to tell you this mom,

I Love You.

maybe i should delete minesweeper

2008-05-01T11:07:00.001+08:00

hey ma, meet frankie..

love ember after september

2008-04-28T12:36:00.003+08:00

there are times when i prefer a world without changes,

a world where we were all together,

we stay in the way we always were, in the way we are ourselves.

a conversation i had with a friend not too long ago kinda ticked me off.

but there is no way i should be, no reason to put the blame on her.

after all she's just being just one of them, one of the many.

one of them who're just being practical,

one of the many who're just being pragmatic,

they, who just want to play it safe.

maybe you're afraid.

trends are there to be seen,

uncles and aunties in the markets will tell you to buy theirs.

they will tell you, you are the one.

gone are the days of the wet markets,

so too are days of a all boys institution from the place that pretty much changed my life.

these are predictable.

publications, seminars, pages and pages of words,

words so persuasive that you leave the room,

thinking and believing you'll be one of them.

there is no reason as to why someone has to restrict himself,

when there is a myriad of opportunities to be tested or taken.

self help books that are on the selves of stores today i've often looked at them with much skepticism,

thinking and believing that it's easy.

anyone can do it, anyone can write it and most importantly,

it can be me!

but as the saying goes, there is a thin line but a huge difference between knowing what's right and doing what's right.

there's nothing right about writing a book other than the fact that it's the right way forward in making you a writer that you dreamed to be.

being slightly over my term as a one year soldier right now,

i still look back smiling to myself while thinking of the time in That island in the east which is untraceable on google earth.

concurrently, my thoughts about my future are being constantly processed on what should i do, what should i study and what this is all about.

i've never been proud of my achievements, if there is any, from my time serving the nation.

nothing to be proud of, nothing to show for.

perhaps maybe the green 11b that was issued at the expense of the pink that i am able to use to enjoy healthcare benefits such as my weekly physiotherapy sessions.

it might have been a case of my expectations being too high,

an issue of what i am being unable to support what i want.

i've fallen from quite a few high points quite a few times in the past year,

with nothing beneath to cushion despite greater care for soldiers.

hope is something special, but it counted for nothing at the end of the day.

if anything, i've learnt to lan lan suck thumb.

and here i am today, after being told to carry on.

one year on, i've missed my buddy who messaged me a few days back,

whom i've not seen since the memorable but not so significant day my mom put on my jockey cap for me.

from someone from a prestigious school in the bishan area,

someone who thrashes me academically,

someone who happened to be assigned to be next to me and hence his status as my buddy,

to the one person i'll remember as my buddy.

there is nothing such as coherence in the place where these words are processed and sent to my muscles and fingers before these words are typed out.

i tend to let it flow and more often than not, little understand. (stuart included)

the times have changed, people have changed and i do too, for the better i hope.

maybe you're afraid,

and i'll tell you,

me too.

Shadowww

2008-04-21T22:51:00.007+08:00

The sun shone down on Yangy... casting a SHADOW next to him...

Look! Its the shadoww again! This time he took mhafiz's KORNER!! Move yangy move!! Let mhafiz have his korner!

Even when there was no sun... his SHADOW lingerrrss!!

ZZZzzsssscarrryyyyy!

Vietman!

2008-04-21T22:30:00.000+08:00

Emoss, yangy, JW.. Remember this guy???

so tell me, did venus blow your mind?

2008-04-17T20:58:00.002+08:00

it's always pleasant to see some changes
changes of differing magnitutes that often leads to more changes
you get mad, you cry, you exclaim, you punch the air in jubilation, in triumph.
you punch a wall,
the exact wall that caused your angst,
that stopped your march forward.

if only the things we did in the past could be simply looked back upon in retrospect,
putting it away as immaturity when we were younger with a smile.

a kid under a table with the kind of old school pencil we used when we were younger, those which which consisted of many small leads, you pull it out from the top and push it back in through the back when it gets blunt.
he was feeling sad, maybe.
and he went breaking all the lead, throwing them all in the bin after.
that was me, why did i do that, i don't know.

such acts when we were younger seemed rather innocuous,
we asked sensitive questions at times that were beyond our ability to sense.
flippant remarks were made, but 'hey, he's just a kid'.
we got away with most things, at the very most we had to survive the wrath of two adults who would fund a education schlorship which you did not apply but got you throughout your adolescence years.
everything was pardonable, when we were younger.

going onto twenty,
doesn't mean much actually.

it will mean that i'm one year away from being legally dumped by my parents by the roadside, cut of from the life support i've always had.
Also by then, i am a day closer to getting pink, being the geek with the pink, as compared to the day before, which of course is a course for celebration.

a period of which i've yet again came up short below my standards and expectations,
when things aren't in my hands,
circumstances, unfavourable.
purpose, unknown.
most of the time.

appreciation by one of it's defination - to be grateful and thankful for,
is well within the emotive and rational capabilites of us humans.
but mostly felt, only when there is a void left behind by something or someone who used be be the perfect fit, or so it seems.

a blast from the past, the moonbeam lights it all up.
i've missed you.

'A mother's love is instinctual, unconditional and forever'

2008-04-07T22:48:00.005+08:00

We'll hvnt post here for so damn long. Anyway here goes..

Recently I attended some incident at some location which I can't say. However I did not expect that I'd learn something from this. When I arrived, I saw her. Lying there on the bed. Alone. Mouth opened. Face pale. Slightly darkened feet. She was there dressed in pyjamas lying motionless. I took down her full particulars and began looking around her one room flat. She was 89 years old. Paramedics then pronounced her dead shortly past 1900hrs. As I walked around and stumbled upon some photographs of her with a chinese lady, a eurasian man with 2 young eurasian girls. I questioned her room mate and found that that was a photo of the deceased with her daughter, son in law and her grandchildren. I then asked if I could contact them. Sadly however, I was informed that they are currently living in Australia.

I just stood there looking at that photograph and I looked at the deceased. Then I sighed. I was thinking and asking myself, how could they just leave this poor old lady behind. She had passed away alone that day. I felt terrible. For a mother to have raised a child, and the child just leaves her behind... I don't know. Imagine if you are the old lady. It breaks my heart looking at her even though I am an outsider.

So my dear friends, you should know what I'm trying to imply huh? Btw, this isn't a story with some lame ol' learning lesson that I tried making up.

hey kid, i hope you remember the 18th.

2008-03-30T21:28:00.003+08:00

i just spent the last hour in front of the computer, replying messages, itunes playing in the background, and of course the good old minesweeper when i needed a break.

i used to right click and close itunes whenever i write to you,
afraid that the melodies you play will act as too much of a distraction to what i want to write to you.
afraid that i will end up tapping to the beat, singing along, going to letssingit.com to check out the lyrics, when all i want is to write to you.
afraid that it will result in reminiscence of the time i heard the song, the person who sent me the some, the person whom i first heard the song with, when at it's finality, i still want to write to you.

it's great replying people's messages online, although it got robbed of its sentimentality as it replaced the classic snail mail.
i still do believe in them, whenever the situation calls, whenever i feel that there's so much to convey.
whenever i feel that there's a need to be personal, though blessed with the convenient alternative available of the internet.
whenever i feel that the my uniball signo DX 0.38 needs to be used to get my $1.90 worth,
when i feel that you're special.

it's amazing at how i've typed so much with you playing in the background when i never could in the past.
maybe it is because the songs you play just don't appeal to me, or maybe i've mastered the skill of filtering you out.
maybe, things have changed, just.

something i feel that might just be heartless, filtering you out.
filtering you out when i can't stand you, when i don't like you,
when you say things i don't want to heard,
when you say things i don't wish to hear, yet good for me.

it was great to be back there yesterday,
witnessing the continuation of a tradition, the ultimate trip students still experience till this day.
an unofficial reunion where amidst the crowd, i smiled and waved at familiar faces at almost every turn.
a genuine smile and a wave was all i could conjure at that very point in time, wishing it could have been more.
that was all it was, and we'll never meet again till He knows when.

a clear reminder of what it used to be back then.
when i had a uniform i loved to put on every morning, unlike now.
a uniform still hanging in my wardrobe in the same manner as it'd have been, then.

never one to be appleased with such greetings, i gave in to them this time.
short of the space due to the crowd, short of the serene atmostphere for a catch up,
short of time,
but not short of love.

for now i'll stick with the messages or emails, the electronic letters.
i remember the 18th, i hope you too.

we're getting older, but we're, still, young.

2008-03-10T21:00:00.004+08:00

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older,
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long.

what exactly waiting for in this world we are living in.
the beach boys seem to have the answer to such a perennial qustion.
the army boys, or rather men, too have the answer.
we are waiting for POP, ORD, ROD.

we all start of as kids,
kids who dream of becoming a teacher, a doctor, a fireman, a policeman.
dreams that had no need for evaluation of it's possibility, feasibility.
dreams that seemed so real, we donned the uniform if our parents could afford them.
we dreamed, we still do, but not as much.

we dream.
but we do not, dare, to believe.
that it will actually happen,
that The Dream will be realised.

our dreams,
crushed by reality.
reality that tells us that we do not qualify, that we are not good enough.
the truth that The Dream, isin't going to be able to help us lead a comfortable life.
it isin't going to get you a nice pay check,
it isin't going to living the life you want to live, living the dream.

days when we were young, these dreams they seemed real.
we had the tools, the uniform, the support.
the support from your parents, your siblings or even your doll by being your customer, your patient, the runaway robber.
it was good to have such aspirations we were told.
work hard and it will come true.

if we were to mention The Dream to one that cares about our future this day,
we might meet with a sweet talker who would tell you to work harder and it will be realised.
a friend who tells you the truth, just as a family member would.
such specious dreams, it'll be fatuous of us to pursue them.

dreams, stifled by practicality, but not dead.

one day, we will be the beach boys, it WILL be nice.

Mind Your Body, I'll Mind Mine

2008-02-21T21:13:00.004+08:00

This is no laughing matter actually.

Not really the kind of 'matter' we learn in science which is basically anything that takes up space and have mass.

If this 'matter' did actually exist, why is there still space?

How could there be the total eclipse of the moon on the 20th of Feb 2008?

Why are there such intense international debate on whether the United States should shoot down a 'dead' satellite?

Here, I am not talking about the United States of matter, be it solid, liquid or a gas.

Anything above is rendered irrelevant by me, and so is anything after this.

As I try to imitate the reporting style of The Old Paper, i'm refering to a teen who was from a junior college at Dover Road :

There was nothing wrong with him, nothing unusual to me at least. He 'exercised obsessively, making a religion of his daily run and spending hours in the gym'.

Nothing new.

Besides, if I were in the same junior college I would have met him there anyway.

The problem here is that this kid 'thought [ he] was healthy' and 'would look at something and think, ' Can i see someone who looks good eating it?''

All because he 'wanted to look good and have that buff look'.

Damn, ABSolutely disturbing.

He was one who suffered from eating disorder, literally.

This is the world we're living in.
The slightest slip, the smallest hint of possible weight gain or a slack in perfect body tone is grist for the gossip bitch mill.

Unless society suddenly decides to give up glorifying reed-thin glamazons, this is not going to change anytime soon.

Britney new body will continue to hog the headlines of tabloids, and so will Mary-Kate Olsen, who reinforces the notion that one must be thin to be beautiful.

*now play the tune, Mika's - Big Girl You are Beautiful

Such mindsets will only result in putting intense pressure on teenagers to look good, to look 'prime' for the matter as a way of maintaining their so-called 'self-worth', if there is any left.

What i'm trying to say is that,

!!!

Be Disturbed.

Even telecoms are in the game.

Yeah, do it now.

talk and not just speak

2008-01-24T21:19:00.000+08:00

the first time i saw him i thought he was just another.
the same kind of unshaved look, unkempt hair, worn out clothings.
worn out due to the long hours of work,
worn out due to the lack of, choice.

he is just another of them.
every morning they'd come together, he is the only one i'd recognise.
i'd think that we need him to do the low menial work,
those we wouldn't do.
i'd think that it's his job, just tolerate him, that's the end of the story, period.
after all, he is just another.

today i'm ashamed of such prejudices,
as much as i hate them, i do practise them at times.

i see him everyday i'm at work, i follow him around the place.
his experience commands a much higher pay than the $18 dollars he gets a day.
he does his work beyond the call of duty, he goes the extra mile.
i see the fatigue in his eyes, i see his lack of motivation on days,
but he still gets the job done, well, exceptionally well.

he'd rather work over time everyday, than to go back home to rest.
he'd rather work over time everyday, than to go back home to have fun with his only friends.
he'd work over time everyday, to ensure some additional income, to provide for his parents, his wife and his kids.
he'd rather not rest.

there was this one time, he sprained his finger playing ball with his friends.
i could see through his eyes that it wasn't the pain from the sprain that was worrisome.
it was the fear of being unable to work he was worried about.
he thrudged on.

once the initial awkardness was over, it was a different story altogether.
it didn't take long, though his accent proved quite a communication barrier between us.
we talk and laugh, within the constrains of a office building.
we had our times of silence too, when either of us were tired.

with him around, i started appreciate where i come from.
the fatigue i feel, the lonliness, the anger, all of these,
without a doubt, uncomparable to what he is going through.

i try my best to be his friend, to see his smile, to see him happy whenever i get to escort him around.
i give him sweets, sweets i'd not buy if i didn't know he likes them.
i help him with his job, even when staff look at him, and me, with contempt.
deep inside i smile too when he does.

his fear of leaving his friends, his fear of how his prospective new employers will be like,
keeps him at his job, drawing the meagre pay.
he works over time whenever possible so that he can send home that extra cash, so that they'll be happy.

however tired he is, he comes to work the next day.

he planned to go home at the end of the year, for the first time since 2006.
tragedy struck yesterday, and news got to him that his dad passed away.
it was weird, not seeing him around.
i don't get to shout for him across the road, i don't get to give him a sweet.
a sweet, out of a box of 50, matters to him greatly, but to me...

if only i can contact him and talk to him now, tell him that shit happens.
i don't expect him to stop working, i expect him to come back stronger.
but, i still can't find the words to say to him when he's back.

hey Murugan, i'm sorry to hear what happened...

he's just one of them, one of many amongst us, who needs some loving.

awfully awful truth

2008-01-19T13:12:00.000+08:00

it's always nice to look out the window,
the moment you awake to see what the world has to show.

You get through your routine, changing and washing up,
preparing for what is a brand new, same daily routine.
You get your breakfast from the kitchen and you leave the house,
meeting the same people every break of dawn,
with their mere existence a sign that everything's just alright, you tell yourself.

You breathe in the fresh air that morning,
knowing very well that a good start to the day is what you want.
You think you are ready to face whatever that is going to be thrown at your this day,
but somehow you're given a slap,
You are tired.

You see the same faces every single morning,
not knowing how exactly they are feeling individually.
You hear the same sounds,
you see the same strong affection some people have with their pets,
wondering what might happen if one leaves the other behind.

Who will leave first?
Will one abandon the other?

You just wish that by closing your eyes,
snatching some sleep back from the boogeyman on your way to work,
everything will be just fine.

wait, are you sure you want to send it as two?

2007-12-31T13:21:00.001+08:00

To be very honest, sometimes I do rate you.
I rate your importance, I rate your worth,
all these, without any paperwork to justify my ratings.
no laminated piece that makes me qualified, nothing.

sometimes you're just worth a hundredandsixtycharacters, sometimes threehundredandtwenty.
sometimes, none.

i do get pretty honest most of the times, letting slip what most people wouldn't say ( or type).
it is such honesty at times, that do leave me feeling frustrated.
frustrated at how things have changed,
frustrated at how much people seem to convey through those hundredandsixtycharacters.

in tandem with frustration, i'm very much amused.
amused at how it carries information and decisions of uymost importance,
yet, it is conveyed simply, impassively.

you've heard of divorces and breakups being initiated through them,
sometimes they aren't initiated, they are decided through them.
decision making of such events have somewhat been relegated to that of just, a hundredandsixtycharacters.

they don't matter to me now, as i'm neither married nor attached.
but such practises do matter to me, as simple meet-ups can be cancelled at the eleventh hour.
with no prior notice, sometimes even spiderman won't be able to tell you might not be able to make it with his spider sense.

moving on, you do matter to me and that worth, is not always measured through those, hunderdandsixtycharacters.

Sometimes, i can't comprehen your 160 characters.

I Love It when.

2007-11-26T22:05:00.000+08:00

now that it seems so long ago when it was only 3 weeks ago.

Despite advances in technologies, claims that the world is flat by Thomas, most of us read what we are allowed to read.

They dictate what we receive,
They dictate what we hear,
They dictate what we see.
They dictate what we know.

You're stagnant,
Go on and explore the world as it is,
Go on and explore what it has to offer,
Go on and see for yourself what is happening out there.

3 weeks, and now it seems, forgotten.

we move on, for good.
what's the point of living in the past,
living in your former glory like Hugh Grant in music & lyrics - that's of course, if you Do, have former glory to be proud of.

live in the past and people might think you aren't able to face the present.
c'mon dude, its christmas, you're going to open some.
to make yourself feel better, you put the blame on others, or even yourself.

where did you get that from!

on the radio you hear songs saying that 'you can put the blame on me'.

bands with names such as The All Aircan Rejects singing songs breeding pessimism.
they make you feel that you're not alone,
they make you feel that it's ok when it's not.

it's not just their songs, its their name.
it's no different from holding a Loser vanguard in front of you wherever you go.
go ahead and tell people you're a Loser,
it will only result in you, being a, well, Loser.

people hold up signs to show some love giving away Free Hugs, you say you're a loser.
good job.

3 weeks, is all it took.

will you let Them affect you is a process only you can decide.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you.
you are made to think, yeah! that's it. i feel like that too! exactly the way i feel.

why is the world the way it is?
you go and cry buckloads and think that you're stuck in a moment you cant get out of.
boxes of tissues go to waste,
and you're still unaware that the price of tissue is rising too due to a 2% increase in tax.

3 weeks is nothing.

nothing is impossible, no way.
it is nothing, as compared to 8months ago when i first donned on the green uniform.
it is nothing, as compared to 1 year ago when i left a school i'm still attached to.
it is nothing, as compared to 7 years ago when i made the decision to join a school that is life changing.
yet, as easy as it came, it's gone.

take Novak Djorkovic, a rising tennis star.
said to be able to challenge the Federal Express for the No.1 spot in men tennis.
such potential, such talent.
add a tinge of humour into his on court ethics by mimicking his opponents,
to the extent of serving and squealing like Maria Sharapova.

Yet, it is written by Them, that :
Eventually Djorkovic will be expected to win Slams, and if he does not his jollity will be interpreted as indiscipline, his impersonationsas a lack of concentration. He will change because he will get older, he will change because the world will force him to, he will change because losing plays hell with philosophies about smiling. In a judgemental, media-sees-everything world, No. 1s can't get away with strolling around in their underwear.

Take the case of the Anti-globalists.
There's no denying that globalisation, of which they oppose, aid them in their quest to, stop globalisation.
However, without the World Wide Web, organising a worldwide protest movement would be much more tedious.
The economic integration that these sceptics disapprove of is in many ways necessary for effective resistance to the more specific things they object to - products of globalisation, the World Wide Web.

It seems as if everything we do, is being watched.
If everyone were to be Truman, who are the cast? who is the director.
It seems as if everywhere we go, Big Brother doesn't lose sight of our doings.

Should we take that to heart and thus, restrict the things we do, the thing we enjoy, the things we love, the emotions we show and hide?

M1 - One life, Live it.

"You died doing what you love, and in that, i take some consolation."

This is so incohorent, is it supposed to be?

opel, omega

2007-11-16T15:22:00.000+08:00

there was one night i went running.
running throught the streets at 4am,
trying to make use of my empty stomach which will then leave my body to use my fats as its only source of energy.
fats fats fats.

it was empty, maybe the random snails that litter the pavement.
i felt great as the fresh air filled me, because it feels so empty without me!

i never really liked skipping in my life.
maybe its because i never ever managed to skip fast-ly and cool-y.
i had to make the extra teeny jump, a double jump, which will of course, disqualify my standing broad jump.

its nothing like the broadway of anykind.
but with the snails all over, i had to skip once in a while.
not my heartbeat, no.
irregularities in my heartbeat will make me PES E, which is obviously not the case.

jumping over the snails, 'skipping' over them made me feel so involved in a movie.
its as if i'm in baltimore.

Good Morning Singapore...
There's a soldier who lives next door.
He told me he slept on a jungle floor
Then his sergeant told him to sleep somemore.

that's besides the point, the point is, MY RUN!
actually there's not much point either.

all i wanted to tell you is that suddenly..all my troubles seem so far away*BANG*
i ran into something i never thought existed.

a SPACE BAR.
watch out snickers, space bar is here to own you.

there delilah goes again

2007-11-02T23:16:00.000+08:00

simple, pimple.
camo on, i sat down on the ground, mud all around.
the mud on my face, is our soil i was told.
the cool moist feeling beneath me,
i sat by the river and it made it complete.

hi, new friend 2007.

11/1/2007
9:39:47 PM

(au)amos : your friend request could not be delivered to (au)amos - amossfong@gmail.com

friend : what?

(au)amos : your message could not be delivered to amos - amossfong@gmail.com

friend : thats not funny
friend : woah that was confusing
friend : it would have been better without the turtle
friend : oops car.

(au)amos : ha
(au)amos : managed to get some shopping done?

friend : not really...
friend : we spent the time walking amosly around
friend : hah ah ha

(au)amos : haha, nice very nice
(au)amos : game plan's not bad!
(au)amos : kinda typical tho, but its not bad

friend : thank you
friend : my sinsei died before i could steal his secret scroll

(au)amos : HUH

friend : like bob and level
friend : huh is another one of those things

(au)amos : i thought level 19, my level, is already not bad

friend : 19 only?
friend : i am 659
friend : keep going
friend : good effort

(au)amos : nah, i'lll take it slowly
(au)amos : one level a year

friend : i confess, i used cheat codes

(au)amos : NO WONDER.......
(au)amos : i ran into some wonderwall and never got going for some time.
(au)amos : got really dejected and decided to take it slow from then on

friend : you have to go through the secret route
friend : cos all the lights that light the way are blinding

(au)amos : then u used the cheat code to get sunglasses?

friend : hah gotcha your trying to get me to tell you the secret code
friend : nope not fooled

(au)amos : ay
(au)amos : exactly the reason why u had the cheat code and i don't
(au)amos : cant get the gamemaster to reveal it, while your charm did the job, perfectly

friend : cos you live in tegrity
friend : its all geographical, really

(au)amos : so there's really no way i could use some cheat to level up quickly? no way i could board the space shuttle to the moon to get the moonstone?
(au)amos : sigh

friend : yep.
friend : let it burn, watch it die
friend : its all over
friend : muahaha

(au)amos : evil one, just you wait. i'll climb up slow
(au)amos : i'll make it up one day
(au)amos : the day will come one day and that day u wont know it's the day that its the day i'm coming

friend : i know the details alrdy
friend : in the shadow of the day, 0653hrs
friend : im one step ahead

(au)amos : i tripped the generators, the streets will be dark, as dark as the day will be. no shadows will be seen, it'll be, ME.

friend : hahaha
friend : you know
friend : i have no idea what this conversation is about

(au)amos : me neither

friend : haha
friend : yokay

(au)amos : haha
(au)amos : it will always remain, a, bu neng shuo de mi mi

friend : hahaha
friend : thats an odd phrase
friend : arent secrets meant not to be said

(au)amos : that, must be left for the gamemaster to decide

friend : if you have the 'charm' required
friend : anything is possible hohoho

(au)amos : by telling you that i've got a secret i cant tell, i'm already telling you that i've got a secret that's supposed to be kept a secret but the secret of a secret aint a secret anymore

friend : i.... see
friend : hahaha
friend : huh

(au)amos : as you may or may not realise, u almost leaked it out
(au)amos : 'i ... seee' cret...?
(au)amos : you let half out

friend : i was gonna say seee afood
friend : hah

(au)amos : you hungry thing, by eating i'll catch up
(au)amos : not just be the duration of your meal, but with the excess baggage you've got on from your meal, the faster one will emerge VICTORIOUS!!!

friend : but my food gives me super speed and threads to go into turbo power
friend : and you willl eat my dust
friend : yohoho

(au)amos : dust is what i feed and thrive on.

friend : i eat and move
friend : hahaha

(au)amos : u aint checking up on me enough competitor

friend : i know all your secrets

(au)amos : that's what you think.
(au)amos : but that's enough
(au)amos : you think you know, i know you don't

friend : i know more than you think i know

(au)amos : u're infiltrating into my camp you intruder you get everything off me you leecher
(au)amos : u're lucky i'm landed right now
(au)amos : that's how the ground conditions allow that to happen
(au)amos : i'm gg to fly, fly from my ipod, into space, where space is in abundance
(au)amos : like the space from this word to this word

friend : thats like some people's brains
friend : right ear left ear
friend : ( the boy is facing you )

(au)amos : whatever is facing me ain't strking any fear in me. what i face is what i show my face to. what he faces, is what i show on my facebook
(au)amos : its a book, written by the hands of the gamemaster

friend : the handbook
friend : where all knowledge converges in the palm of your hand

(au)amos : its all so confusing we watch the sky from underneath the trees, searching for a pattern that isin't one.

friend : oh when life was simple and stars were just the holes to heaven

(au)amos : the simple life we thought it'd be, never like the one paris showed us
(au)amos : the simple life, complicated with the life we need to live
(au)amos : confusing them with satellites.

friend : its the tension that remains
friend : between who you are and who you could be
friend : between how it is and how it should be'

(au)amos : the tension, the conflicts over nothing
(au)amos : nothing we think it is, thinking its more than it is nothing it is

friend : conflakes over strawberries and milk

(au)amos : no that ain't the case
(au)amos : it about feeding your fish, or using the money to buy yourself a Mcspicy double
(au)amos : you kill the fish.
(au)amos : you kill the chicken

friend : then the birds kill you

(au)amos : you result in deforestation with the box.
(au)amos : people end up dying with the eventual conclusion seeing the game master triumph over everything else
(au)amos : its a game, where cheats can be found nowhere afar. it is found right here on our palms
(au)amos : cheating, revealing your inner thoughts, resulting in the dregs surfacing

friend : cheating results in fleeting meetings with devilish beings where seeing is believing
friend : guilt seeping, undesirable reaping, eventually creeping
friend : prohibits sleeping
friend : strawberry ice blends are good

(au)amos : seeing these devilish creatures, creating not a sense of fear, a fear of the dark, a fear of dabbling in the dark

friend : always wear yellow

(au)amos : it gives you the feeling of invincibility that now you see such stuff, u're of such a level unattained
(au)amos : wearing yellow, seemingly looking like a light, a bright like to these beings, stamping your authority

friend : well level 659, relative to 19 can be said to invincible
friend : relativity
friend : thats the key
friend : yellow reflects the blinding lights creating a panoramic field of vision that points the way to inifinty.......
friend : ..... and beyond!

(au)amos : that's when the lightyear comes around
(au)amos : people living in this century, live in a sense of denial
(au)amos : they light up the streets, especially so when there's an occasion, a need, a cause for celebration
(au)amos : only to be in denial that the bright lights' just ahead

friend : walk into the light
friend : and you will seee deaddd peoplee

friend : walk into the lights

(au)amos : with that emphasis, people will think that you are crazy. the cheating has been getting to you
(au)amos : the excess baggage is getting to you
(au)amos : be warned

friend : hahha
friend : much too much to munch

(au)amos : listen to the marching troops, they're coming
(au)amos : it aint too march, its november.

friend : love ember
friend : one letter short

(au)amos : really, blame it on the postman
(au)amos : i stuck the stamp on, i paid the postage

friend : 11 years?
friend : postage past age
friend : didnt check the expiry date

(au)amos : that could be the case
(au)amos : it seems like this curse cant be lifted, its always winter and never christmas
(au)amos : but we live on, our hearts are filled with hope.

friend : but where are the prizes?
friend : winter winter winter
friend : we havent lost yet

(au)amos : its never won or lost. it will never be won or lost
(au)amos : its been worn, out
(au)amos : exposing to the elements of this world

friend : sulphur, rubidium, ruthenium
friend : KmnO4

(au)amos : HAHAHA AN HOUR OF THIS ITS AWESOME
(au)amos : i swear u're awesome
(au)amos : nobody has, could stand talking to me like that for so long

friend : this is one of the most retarded conversations ive ever had
friend : congrats you hold the high score

(au)amos : yeah you too.

11/1/200710:55:31 PM

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin, this is it.

uncle, kopje please

2007-10-10T20:38:00.000+08:00

hey, your kopje has gone cold.
it has left a stain, a stain that will not go.

many things in this world, are left unexplained.

its just like how there is the underground passage under the Grand Central Terminal has a 4-faced clock. (talk about being two-faced)
how superman can seem so supreme that he can compete in the box office with a fild titled - The Clark Ken Supremecy.
how people can think of brand names such as airpork, when pigs obviously aren't able to fly, unlike time.

time, may seem interminable right now as men serve the nation.
getting ORDered around, some ORDering ppl around when they commission.
time, on the other hand - hour or second doesn't matter hurhur - flies.

it's been a year since i was officially a student.
almost a year since i last read about virtual water.
almost 2 years since the 118th fun-o-rama
and today, marks the 6month of being conscripted.

as dumb as it may sound, virtual water came as a surprise.
not as if the Virtual Reality Man on channel 5 years ago didnt.

living a life that is unpredictable, proves Nostradamus wrong time and again.
time after time, if you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time.
but remember your specs if your degree is too high, you wouldn't be able to find me.
if that is the case, you might as well go after your masters.

memories stay as time goes by.
it stays on the etchplain, flanked by inselbergs on either sides.
it may be bornhardt, it may not.
you might have gone away, but i'm still caught.

baccalaurette 2006. 11th October.

yes it's free :)

and hungry boys we were.

being part of this large organisation right now,

wearing green, fighting meanies

i say to you friends,

Tanks for the memories :)

hear it go flat

2007-10-07T22:17:00.000+08:00

you were never trapped like the wild boar at mowbray
you were never locked up like michael
you were free,

while things in the world aren't.
maybe air is, but somehow or anyother you're paying a high price for air, with a tick.

products come and go like how ideas are going through my mind right now.
resulting in the lack of satisfaction in current erathly possessions.

1. eyepod
- goggle like
- used to charge your tired iballs when they're overused during the day
- comes in different shapes and sizes to fit your face shape and the size of your eyes.
(etc. -_- or o.O)

2. eyetunes
- a cheaper alternative to the above mentioned, eyepod.
- goggle like
- plays music to your eyes, allowing them to relax. bringing a whole new meaning to facing the music

3. eyemac
- spectacle like
- minature version of the current apple computers
- seen in sci-fi movies, whereby you put on the pair of eyemac spectacle and there is your computer right in front of your eyes

4. eyeshop
- a place where one is able to do one for one exchanges as long as the warrenty is valid
- please be reminded that self inflicted damage will void the warrenty

5. iball
- basically a ball of any sport, equiped with capabilities to play music while in use

6. isight
- a kind of contact lenses which allows an individual to be able to have a vision greater than that of mankind today
- a vision mainly made up of black and white

so fire so fire.

2007-09-17T00:02:00.000+08:00

it was the...

not so farni, not so corny, not so itchy, corny collins
who was making the news with his dancing that day.

This...Is...The...

yi-chee yi-chee e-moss yang-yee ma-fiz da-king's kokyichee-ee
that is blogging for the first time today.

ze battell of ze sexez continues.

what will females do when faced with the prospect of using the male toilet.

they'll rather let it go naturally.
no artificial work of man involved, no artillary.
all natural, 100%. just let it go.
the lack of control, the lack of emotional attachment.
who are they to say that males aren't as emotionally involved!

maybe its the way we're brought up in mars and venus.
now, how about serena?
she's caught in the middle, building some bulk with bob, playing some tennis with the apprentice.

the rudimentary ABCs of life started off like this, paving the path we were going to take upon return to planet earth:

some, like me, were enticed by planet fitness, but temptation is there to be warded off.
the pathway built had its obstacles.

caterpillers obviously didnt have the right of way,
and no way we humans, both males and females are going to cater to a caterpiller's way.
we relented someway or another, you brother from another mother.

a metal pole in our eyes, a giant pillar in a caterpiller's.
a pole for support, but the ladies had other ideas.

this is going to stop now-here.
this is going no-where.
we should just, let our powers combine.

harlow sir, u want marsarge?
u want marsarge i charge you cheap cheap!

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
oh kelly, do have some grace.

sunsetting dover

2007-09-01T02:22:00.000+08:00

it was a year ago when the sun was setting,
you were rising.

you're 1, kid :)

26080721 - 4291

2007-08-29T23:05:00.000+08:00

the pursuit of happyness is interminable.
will smith showed that it can be, but it's never the case.

we're living in the age of fallibility do you understand.
we're living in a world where things are there to be questioned, achieved, explored into.
we never ever seem to be satisfied.

we were taught since young about the 6 Ws.
Why When Where Who What How.
this is a lie in itself, 5 Ws 1 H.
A primary school student who has just learnt the most rudimentary level of mathematics would be cheated right from the start.

it is something most of us carried along with us through primary school composition writings in both then english and the chinese language.
it is as if the teachers knew the song chasing cars so well.
'if i lie here....would you lie with me....'

in this society you are not allowed to idle.
in this society you must ask questions, make scientific breakthroughs, innovate, invent, be different, keep up with the pace of this world.
in this society you might just be left behind, the bush.
beating around the bush will get you nowhere. - if nowhere is something you're looking for, good for you.
being behind Bush's every move and you might be criticised for his policies and actions, or rather, inactions.

you seek to find out more about your environment, and you create more avenues for discoveries.
the same goes for digging a trench; you aim to have a final product of a trench with straight vertical walls, but every dig results in small chunks of soil being dislodged from the 'wall'.
it would be idealistic to be able to get a perfectly flat soil wall as the NSmen would know, and the same goes for the claim of perfect knowledge.
its never attainable, its never reached, its definition never truly fulfilled.

you ask questions about the way things happen.
when we were kids some of us watched the chinese kids cartoon, shi wan ge wei she me.
100 000 whys, as i translate it word for word.
if only things were so easy to have a limit of the number of questions we have.

why did the captain not know his limits?
why did the two teens crash into the wall?
why is the war going on?
why is noone doing anything drastic to stop global warming?
and why the hell am i typing all these.

endless questions, yet not all can be answered.

one can ask why didn't the captain know his limits? its only a half marathon, one's health is more important.
but who would have known how did he feel just as he crossed the line?
the minisecond before he passed away.

he could have felt perfectly fine,
he could have felt some pain,
he could have been dizzy for the last few seconds, minutes, hour.

what if he stopped right when he felt pain?
what if someone was right there beside him?
what if he could tell us exactly, how he felt at that time.

you cant assume he felt weak, pain or any kind of discomfort as a signal for himself to stop,
he might not have.

my last post could have been posted.
my last post can be this.
my last post was local, it reached its destination, postage paid.

this wasn't meant to be like that.
the title yes, the content no.

why did it happen.

oh william...

told ya.

2007-08-18T12:58:00.000+08:00

$10 a month, $40 each down payment.
ask any acjc student and they'd gladly let u buy it.
at a discount too! since noone really uses it.

join the..

oh, you weaklings....

amazinglee chee

2007-07-17T20:41:00.001+08:00

i'm currently thinking of re-applying for youny next year.
a course that will be new in any youny,
but is just as familiar as bart simpsons to anyone of you.

as you may or may not have realised,
its been more than a month since the last time the postman came by.
the duration between which, has been growing.

its not due to the lack of ideas, or brain stimulas to type out my words and thoughts.
they are, in fact interminable.

seeing things, as my vision allows me, to never fails to stimulate my mind.
things that make me evaluate whether it is blogworthy.
blogworthy not in the sense in which xuexia blogs,
blogworthy in the sense - being kokyichee-worthy.

friends are leaving.
friends are growing up.
friends are going back to school soon.
friends are learning that its not what you leave behind, but what you gain in the days ahead.

and very soon, friends will be gone.
it has already been showned, friends will be over in 10 seasons.

its largely inevitable, the fact that the people you know, the people you say hi to, the people you talk to, the people you spend time with, the people you play with, the people you laugh with, Will Change.

its not just the way they are.
its actually, the group of ppl you mix around with too.
life goes on, like a boat if u've heard it before.
it was only a year ago,
when people started to come and disturb my lone time and disrupt my peace in the vd on sundays.
when there was a constant lack of time with the impending prelims.

there was an end in mind.
a target to aim at.
an exam to prepare for.
PSG's dinner to look forward to at 0630hrs.
and in the end, a sense of achievement to be felt.
maybe you may argue, edward or pardeep to say bye to before you leave the gates of 25 Dover Close East.

it wasn't easy, nobody said it would be.
it isin't like other things you look back on thinking it was a piece of chicago cheese cake containing 1000calories to be consumed easily.
PSLE, Olevels, BMT... but not terms, promos, prelims and the A levels.

it is supposed to be fine and very much manageble,
afterall, its only advanced.
it is only a higher and more steeply placed stepping stone, placed at a more acute degree, before you carry on with the next, the youny of your choice.

due to the lack of engaging activities of late, it's easy to be caught up with the next steep step you're going to take.
all you see is the next step, the step after and it goes on.
you may say that that's the way life is, indeed it is true.
but you may be trying your best yet still failing to get up the next step.

the next step can be much easier than you think.
everything's in the mind.
the mind which decides how difficult the daunting step will be.
Impossible is Nothing.

The Best is Yet to Be.

we think otherwise, you're wrong.

2007-06-17T20:36:00.000+08:00

Its 3 days to a month since the last post.
The last post which wasn't really a post.
A post i never really planned for but i did.
I did let my feelings get the better of me and therefore.
And therefore, it didn't really go through my mind before posting.

Before posting, i'm right here thinking of my future.
My future that'd be decided in 5days time.
In 5days time, http://www.ns.sg/ will decide my posting.
My posting may or may not be what i want it to be.
What i want it to be may or may not be what SAF wants it to be.

SAF wants it to be the way They think its good for me.
For me, this block leave is as good as it can be.
It can be Command School, or being a man.
A Man, a trained soldier is what i am now.

What i am now is the result of 9weeks of military training.
9weeks of military training, from which i've learnt the minimal military knowledge.
The minimal military knowledge, which explains their motto of 'excel through basics'.
Excel through basics learnt during Basic Military Training.

Basic Military Training, as basic as it can be.
It can be as simple as singing a song in unison.

In unison, standardisation and regimentation.
Regimentation that one is never used to.
One is never used to waking at 0530,
At o530 i still have 80mins to sleep for the past 2 years of my life.

My life that i've spent living at 25 Dover Close East.
25 Dover Close East is what i miss most nowadays.
Nowadays there's absolutely no time for the supergym.
The supergym which seemed all so important to me.

Important to me is not the supergym.
The supergym may have been important to build those muscals.
Muscals which are now buried in the Tekong soil.
The Tekong soil, i can't compare to the air in Acjc.

In acjc, there's pardeep and edward, the guards.
The guards who kept me safe somehow when i stayed till late.
I stayed till late, till i missed my date.
My date too, is of course if you know me, now irrelevant.

Irrelevant, they say, are the results, as long as you give your best.
Your best, may be insufficient to clinch that vital goal or point.
That vital goal or point that may get you your final goal.
Your final goal, may be a gold.

A gold in ippt i've never ever achieved before.
Before typing this post i never thought i'd be writing these.
Writing these down as it comes along in my mind.
In my mind everything flows.

Everything flows at the rate that i myself am amazed at.
Amazed at my sense of humour, or the lack thereof, which may puzzle you
You do not fully understand me i feel.
I feel that i'm young and happy. i'll never die.

i'm skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when i take a high leap into the dark and come down 30years later, i realize its emoss trying to save emoss' life with a story.

A story in which i'm the main character.
The main character being forced to go on with life.
Being forced to go on with life is what we singaporean kids have to put up with.
Put up with this system we live in kids, we don't have much of a choice.

A choice to vote for parliament not a choice to me.
To me it should be whether everyone should be allowed to have a freedom of speech.
A freedom of speech, as ironic as it may sound, isin't free of charge.
Free of charge doesn't even come along during this Great Singapore Sale.

This Great Singapore Sale is proving to be somewhat great.
Great is my block leave now, great are the discounts.
Discounts which lead to greater consumer spending.
Greater consumer spending which will then trigger off the multiplier effect.

The multiplier effect will then cause the Singapore economy to prosper.
Prosper in the sense of a greater GDP or GNP, i think.
I think of higher incomes and better jobs, it isin't that far away.
Far away is my ORD date, 9th Feb 2009.

9th Feb 2009 seems really far away.
Away from the world, away from civilisation.
Civilisation which includes my family and friends.
My family and friends and of course, cookie monster.

Cookie monster, together with civilisation, will come back to me one day.
One day i'd be free from this.
This, myself included, have no idea what it exactly is.
What it exactly is, will be revealed to me slowly, in time.

In time, my future will be decided by the SAF.
The SAF may decide what they want me to do.
What they want me to do, is of course irrelevant.
Irrelevant is what others say about you.

You know you can be what you wanna be.
What you wanna be if you work hard at it.
Work hard at it as if you're just a normal boy.
A normal boy that sank when you fell overboard.

You fell overboard just like the time when I got knocked down.
I got knocked down, but i get up again.
I get up again and you're never going to keep me down.

thank you for reading this still.

no FASS, its the SAF

2007-05-20T14:57:00.000+08:00

if only there's time for this place.
i miss.

my name is pierre womé

2007-04-14T03:11:00.000+08:00

and i can shoot a soccer ball hard.

very, very hard.

i run fast too. watch me knock the ball past my keeper and beat him to it!

pffbt. too easy. goalkeepers..slow as hell. who needs them when i'm around?

KYC visits Bondi Beach

2007-04-09T22:44:00.000+08:00

GOLD COW

2007-04-09T03:04:00.000+08:00

Jw: Eh Fiz, i'm goin ns tomorrow already. Damn, time really flies...

Fiz: I'm going in on tuesday. Just as bad. But, my confinement is only 10 days. Hahaha.

Jw: What the hell... *looking depressed*

Fiz: Relax la.. dun be so emo.. Ehh dun cry laa

Jw: *Sobz*

Later that evening after Jw packed his stuff for ns, he left for ACJC void deck wearing his old school uniform. Upon reaching there.....

Jw: Damn i miss void deck... Havent been here since RED BLUE GOLD.

Drinking away at the ACJC void deck while emo-ing alone...

Soon enough, after a can, he was feeling high and drowsy..

Within 10 minutes, he fainted on the floor.....

Moral of story is, never emo alone in school. It's hazardous. Oh and another thing, don't drink pirated RED BULL. Always buy original. Don't support piracy. It kills.

50% alcohol content. Not halal. Bahaya. Dangerous.

let's go to cannes

2007-04-06T01:30:00.000+08:00

Happy Good Fryday!

seem's like i've learnt quite a bit from The Pursuit of HappYness.

its easy people, you just got to change 'i' to a 'ý'.
that's it.

so what happens to Me, Myself and I?
it becomes Me, Myself and Y!
'WHY!

try to find happyness and u'd know why.

when u've found true happyness,
have a good Good Fryday friend.
if u're healthy and would like steaming instead of frying,
take 'fry' away,
and have a good Good day :)

Tekong (and CCK), Here We Come!

2007-03-29T23:53:00.000+08:00

Hey all I'm back with what is prolly gonna be the last post for a very, very long time! In approximately one week all of the KYC crew are gonna be enlisting, save for Yangy who will be going in a little later (courtesy of yours truly haha). That's right, in a month, all of us will trade in our old-fashioned hairdos for the new style: a la G.I. Joe! Bald is the new black! Bald is Beautiful! Come on people, shave with us! Jump onto the bandwagon before it's too late! HAHA! Hair is sooo yesterday...

That aside, let me give you a quick update on what we at KYC have been up to:

Amos: Since graduation, Amos has been practically living in the Supergym, surviving on a Low-Fat, High-Protein diet of strictly protein shakes and tofu. The repetitive lifting and re-lifting of weights, followed by hours on the track or treadmill, seems to have affected the way Amos' mind functions, hence explaining the recent trend of random and undecipherable posts which only he can understand (HAHA!).

Fiz: Fiz has become a permanent fixture at Sentosa, where he is working as a ticketing boy. When Fiz is not busy flashing fake grins at fat, hairy tourists and pretending to not comprehend the English language so as to cheat them of their change, you will probably find him skulking around some dark korner humming, whistling or singing familiar band tunes to himself.

Yangy: Dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep UNI APPLICATIONS tv mambo dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep tv mambo dota sleep tv...Well, at least he's not caught in Cupid's Chokehold...

As for me? I have undertaken my training for National Service extremely seriously, adhering strictly to the guidelines found in my well thumbed copy of "NS for Idiots: The Survival Guide for Pre-Enlistees". These are the 4 essential rules:

1. Strict abstinence from all individuals of the opposite gender (To ensure that one evolves into the sex crazed, desperate NS-man we all love so dearly)
2. A minimum of 10 hours of DOTA a week (DOTA builds teamwork in an mostly male environment, and trains one to think and react accordingly under immense pressure)
3. Eating and sleeping as much as one can (To be able to fully appreciate freedom once it is taken away from you)
and the last and most important rule...
4. Striving your best to reach the optimal weight of at least 90 kilograms!!!

Well, I have managed to follow all the rules and adopt them as my personal code of honour, although point number 4 is proving rather elusive HAHAHA! That about wraps up my post, so i guess it's adios for now, and you can all look forward to the 4 lean, mean, fighting machines that our beloved government will be producing over the course of the next two years. Feel free to leave your well wishes on the tagboard, we appreciate them greatly!

KYC Crew & Friend: "No we don't wanna lose our hair!!! What do you mean we're protecting the wrong areas? HAHA! Guess who's the only one who doesnt care about his family jewels???"

stretch those quads.

2007-03-27T22:17:00.000+08:00

the square wheel

2007-03-16T10:35:00.000+08:00

girls, ladies,
beware of Manlee.

as you learn driving,
look at the front even before u look at the rearview/sideview or even your blindspot!

because you're bittersweet,
you knock me off my feet!

leaving me to walk with 'clutches'.
i think i'm tough and i release it too fast,
i'd stall.

i'd stall at my Famous emoss cookie stall.
waiting for your call....

its amazing how come there's still singles around in Acjc,
when some girls proudly proclaim that, they're not to be missed!

As Ferdinand says,
she's just a crosshair, she's just a shot away from you!
Zero in and you'd not miss, Miss Acjc.

Forensic Detective Franz Scofield finds evidenceS:

no.1

clearly there's competition, but its welcomed :)

presenting to you...

Johnilyn!

hello!

me name johnilyn nice to meet yous!

cornfesione

2007-03-11T23:00:00.000+08:00

girls watch out!

2007-02-27T05:37:00.000+08:00

we at kyc care for your well-being

if you are the kind who visits the national library often,
or buy your art materials from bras basah complex

be very Cautious and Careful when you exit on this side:

for you never know what may be lurking..on PURVIS STREET.

"heheh...slurp slurp"

the Home of Real fans. or Beckham.

2007-02-05T20:58:00.000+08:00

Oki Jacko, i dont like kids, but i do like toilet bowls.

Oki Kids, That's not a stab at Micheal

That's just a metaphor.

ah?metaphor?

something close to our hearts

2007-02-03T03:36:00.000+08:00

hello everyone i'm back on board! a thousand apologies about my hibernation.

westlife sang:
laziness is always looking for a friend
it found me once,and it has been around since then.
(or something like that)

this one is to all busy, stressed out or simply bored at work now that the parents have cut off our life support
now we know...its tough bringing in the dough and making some moolah. hang in there. its (probably) worth it!

to those who found awesome high paying jobs, or working at a surfshop with hot chicks coming in to try bikinis
call me when you quit thanks

to other useless bums currently jobless(i've recently quit the club,ehehe)...
here's an idea-

if you didnt get it the first time,read again and think. HARD.

Inspired

2007-02-01T00:49:00.000+08:00

People, take some time to watch this. I have never been so inspired in my life. Compared to these two, I feel so utterly useless. Thanks to these two, I now believe that nothing is impossible for me to achieve; passing the 75kg barrier, working long hours as a Tiger boy, getting the girl of my dreams, all these seem so trivial and easy compared to what these two have achieved. God bless Dick and Rick Hoyt.

The Next Singapore Idol

2007-01-26T23:24:00.000+08:00

He has it all. Looks. Charisma. A smouldering gaze. A dazzling smile. And apparently, an uncanny ability to sound like a broken record. He is, Ladies and Gentlemen, drumroll please....Your next Singapore Idol, and yet another handsome Mat..............

Hafiz Hanafia!!!!!

Enjoy.

Record companies interested in securing the services of THE NEXT BIG THING in the Singapore music industry please contact his manager Mr Manlee aka "Big Mac" at 90253189.
Also Ladies, HH, or Hunnybunny Hafiz as he is affectionately known by his fans, is currently SINGLE and AVAILABLE. So what are you waiting for? All girls will have to be approved by HH's manager first, so all interested applicants please email at least 3 current photographs of yourself to Bigmac_da_king@macdonalds.com. Applicants need not be clothed in the photographs.

the Empire of The Son.

2007-01-25T19:56:00.000+08:00

plucky went down the hole...

2007-01-24T23:52:00.000+08:00

HELLO THERE,
the angel from my nightmare - please understand.
this isin't just goodbye.
this is i can't stand u!

maybe that's what mom's are thinking about nowadays.
when their kids get naughty telling their moms about girls.

boy: mommy, i'm gonna catch 'em all!
brother: yeah mommy! gonna catch 'em all! gonna catch 'em all!!

this is what happens, and a MNG outlet when there's sale :
TADAA...

i wonder where they get influenced from.

*pika pika*- from the background.

duck down guys! get off the open field. before pikachu's thunderbolt stuns all.

even if u do get stunned, be warned of emos' instant imaging.

ice mountain indeed is scary.

instead,do this!

open your eyes big big so that pikachu gets scared and runs away.

Important Lifeskill taught by emos,

learn it or u'd get bitten by Lacoste.

182 - ( + 44 ) = angels and airwaves. kinda.

2007-01-19T22:21:00.000+08:00

hello there, emos. read this for your own pleasure and do not share.
nobody will know u're reading this for u're the only one.

Here I go, Scream my lungs out and try to get to you, You are my only one.

Yar right, there are many fishes in the sea. hopefully this monsoon season didn't wash them into our backyards leaving them to dry, and die. Or maybe when u go to Thomson to buy your new year flowers, u might just find a fish or 2 in between the flower pots.

bundled packages, buy 1 get 1 free!

not that fishes or yellowcard matter for any reason u can come up with emos. Ask Roddick.

The Chronicles of Roddick. If u've yet to catch the movie, don't fret, for the Federer Express is there. if STRENGTH is the problem, look to the buldging biceps of Nadal, i like.

words words words, no words there won't be microsoft word. = no business for Microsoft! not as if computer chips are soft anw. go gym go gym.

give me the strength, the mental strength to keep this racket in its place.

things can get really heated up on the courts. angsty players you'd see emos.

Lindsay goes : "why cant u lift the weights i want you too!"

even when ice cool Roger screams down at YOU! do not despair.

you should always

listen to Thierry Henry, Rio Ferdinand, not Franz.

blogger is being stupid and i cant upload more photos, BRB with more photos soon.

the original

2006-12-28T14:48:00.000+08:00

One should never underestimate
-the wonders of BMT,
-the wonders of Briskwalking.

take a look at the original jw now:

after 2 weeks of briskwalking!

from...

some weight lost over there on the sunny island of tekong.

maybe secretly adonis have their patients going over there for treatment.

time, or the lack of it,

made this sight a distant past :

konfidence is the key to everything,

just like what this random girl wore

while some man would swear that their greatest strength is..

that they do not have any skin.

tata.

Guess Who's Back

2006-12-14T22:50:00.000+08:00

Hey all it's your FAVOURITE kokyichee resident blogger reporting for duty after being AWOL for much too long. Anyhow, I'd like to bring to attention a topic that I'm sure many of us will be able to relate to at the moment.............

UNEMPLOYMENT!!!!

Yes, yes, yes. The dreaded U word. After finishing our 'A's, we find ourselves bored out of our skulls, falling into the monotonous lifestyle of DOTA, gym, basketball, DOTA, more DOTA, yada yada yada...Hence, this post is my desperate plea for a JOB.

'Will Work For Food'

Single, hot-blooded, heterosexual 18-year old Chinese male, fresh out of Junior College, requires job urgently. Needs to earn money to support family. Broad-shouldered and in prime physical condition, not afraid to get his hands dirty and is thus suitable for manual labour. Will work for food. However, job preference would be something like this...

Prospective employers please contact Jian Wei at 91255920 or email at jw_or_consequence@hotmail.com ASAP. Thank you.

you are hilarious.

2006-12-13T01:55:00.000+08:00

Today, I'm gonna run away
And feel the sun throughout my hair
Finally free to be who I wanna be
Who that is, I don't really care

Cause I've got friends who love me
Blue skies are above me
My blonde hair is everywhere

(Sweet sixteen)Gonna spread my wings
(Sweet sixteen)It's my chance to shine
(Sweet sixteen)Discovering
(Sweet sixteen)So much more to life
(Sweet sixteen)

what can you do when u're sixteen?!

i say,you should really...

Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity

very true indeed.

hilary hilary duff,
don't try to be buff.

leave the jokes to kokyichee and simon lim.
here goes..

maybe putting some padding on the floor around you will cushion your fall off the chair.

be buff, but not to post videos like he did.

the sugergym maintains its purpose.

symphony bittersweet

2006-12-07T23:59:00.000+08:00

so,this is what prom is about guys...

we paid $90 for the urban lighting

we saw a musketeer trapped in the icy cold eiffel tower,where 'the hews have eyes' watching over miss acjc

photographs of photographs were taken

gays were present

artist at work

unhappy faces thinking why do guys pay less for more cloth

exhibit on display

not forgetting the kokyichee crew on board.

scratching scratching,the mat isint satisfied with da king whom he was gg to scratch, he had set his eyes on another guy who just walked past

as the m1 bag says:

ONE life, LIVE it!

especially for our dear friend,the original jw, enjoy life at tekong, we'll join you soon.

we'll see you soon,buffer and meaner.but dont blow that trumpet of yours. :D

KONFUSION.

2006-12-07T03:04:00.000+08:00

Heyyyy Amos! SMILE*. Smile la. Oi. Eh? Your cheeks are chubbier? I think you better hit the gym soon. Gotta loose the fats in your cheek. Wait a minute. You're not Amos! Whoops. Looks like i've mistaken this boy for Amos. Sorry brother.. *KONFUSED*

fast and the furious!vrrrooommm

2006-11-29T03:01:00.000+08:00

presenting to you :

ACJC SIGNS FACULTY 2007

now i shall leave in peace knowing that my faculty is in place.

i can have no worries although YOU are around.

stupid mos-buster.grrr.

little children want to play

2006-11-27T02:56:00.000+08:00

rain rain go away!

come again another day!

A level students want to play!

NEVER LET THE RAIN DAMPEN YOUR MOOD

for

IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING

impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men,

who find it easier to live in the world they've

been given than explore the power they have to change it.

impossible is not a fact,

it's an opinion.

impossible is not a declaration,

it's a dare.

impossible is potential.

impossible is temporary.

impossible is nothing

a big word indeed,bigger than any other word on this post so far.

to keep yourself occupied during the rain,you can always:

meditate,isolate.

be gay,sleep together

huddle together for warmth beneath the jacket.

or get comfy in the library couch.

BUT,don't get caught being glamorous:

trying to block out the sun,

trying to take a peek at someone taking a photo of you!

You just have to be careful friends, be aware of..

!!!!RED THUNDER!!!!

is it thunder,or lightning?you decide.

TO SAVE YOURSELF,

you got to:

well, not chicken wings for they are fattening.

not by adding sugar,pepper,chilli powder or garlic as toppings to your ice-cream.

BUT AT THE

where home is...

where i belong.where i keep my heart and soul..

i repeat, all characters and events depicted in this blog--even those based on real people--are entirely fictional. any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is of course, purely coincidental. 100% natural, no preservatives. :D have a good day.

this blog, i like!

opps i just farted

2006-11-25T02:17:00.000+08:00

If I were gay,you'd be my work of art.

Arty Farty.
Farty Fatty.
Fatty Timmy. - oh well it was Tim trying to save Timmy's life with a story.

we're out of school we know.

memories we had that we miss, we know too.

people we'd miss seeing in school, i bet u'd say "i also say".

the pile of tutorials and essays i intend to recycle.

i just cant bear to throw the notes our teachers gave us(i'm sure i wonder how much we paid for them in total!)
although i might not touch them ever again.

BUT...

ACJC ARTS FACULTY '05-06 LIVES ON BEYOND THE SCHOOL GATES..

what exactly were these 2 girls doing i wasn't sure but i was quick to spot the potential of this being a kokyichee subject.indeed.

by modeling themselves on the ' wall ' with the words "school of the arts" its obvious that they're stuck on it. plastered.

maybe they they thought they themselves were works of art! :D

while i'm in this topic of art i might as well mention how art can be deceiving:

now,where's the corn? corny i know :)

think i'd just leave with this note:

BEWARE! because...

my camera to be exact :)

i never miss the potential of events to end up here,using up kinetic energy to capture the split-second happening. oh wait now this is science, forget it.

kokyichee is back.

happy birthday siyou! :) * where was the camera when we needed one!

SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE

2006-10-31T23:13:00.000+08:00

REMEMBER YOUR ENTRY PROOF!
i guess this only helps if u come online before the A's start!haha
all the best people!

once again, REMEMBER YOUR ENTRY PROOF!

if not emos will tell you,

NO NO, NO WELCOME, GO HOME NOW.. :)

something called exams.....

2006-10-30T02:30:00.000+08:00

we'll be back.

yangy: nov 15th
jw: nov 23rd
amos: nov 23rd
fiz: nov 23rd

yangy says:

2006-10-21T01:33:00.001+08:00

eat sushi drink milo.

cher! cher!, recess time already!

2006-10-20T01:35:00.000+08:00

as i get this from postsecret, i'm sure many people share the same problem : ANOREXIA.

even as we study,
even as we go to the supergym,
even as we buy many many deh-bing bottles to help us stay awake,

don't think u can study without food which gives us Energy! ( food chem!)
although it does not give us 5566 ,
don't think u can lift weights without having the strength to lift weights which comes from lifting weights which comes from the energy from food,
don't think the many deh-bing bottles is gg to substitute your meals which gives you energy! ( their cross elasticity of demand is N.A with assumptions of course)

so my friends, EAT!

barry to the rescue!

2006-10-15T02:32:00.000+08:00

clearly,barry beagen's powers extend far and wide....

Ode to ACJC

2006-10-11T21:15:00.000+08:00

Eye-candy galore, left, right and center,
Banana, Duck, Continuity Correction,
The first time that I had girls in my lecture,
Serving only to add another distraction.

Probably the best two years of my life,
Were spent in this house of Red, Blue and Gold.
The laughs, the smiles, Greis, my beloved wife,
And yes, the countless Fun-O-Rama Coupons we sold.

All these memories will follow me to my grave,
Kept in a locked box, sealed in my heart.
Each handshake, each hug, each nudge and wave,
Yangy's broken arm, and Ben Chong's smelly fart.

I know this might be random, you might think it's lame,
But my feelings and this poem share much in common,
Yes, indeed, they're very much the same.
Bitter and sweet; Lemons and Cinnamon.

A mix of emotions, I can't decide what to feel,
No more early days, but also no more AD2.
I feel like an onion, with many layers to peel,
Or a layered cake- That has layers too.

Now comes the tough part, the much dreaded 'A's,
But we will overcome, with strength in unity.
On results day, the air will be filled with 'Hoorays',
Before the mad scramble, for each one's preferred university.

With that I wish you all the best,
Pray hard, study hard, it'll all turn out fine.
The end of the poem is here, yes it's no jest,
Because its getting difficult to find a rhyme for each line.

class of 2006? no, class of 3.06ac

2006-10-11T01:45:00.000+08:00

Dearest yangy,man-lee and.. mafiz,

ever heard of the saying that goes : a picture speaks a thousand words.

'Spot the words or phrases from Fig. 1 as shown below. Use your own words as far as possible.(7)

well,not a thousand, but i can see...

'ABSOLUT THOBURN' in green,
'fbt' in blue,
'ACJC' in yellow,
'acjc arts faculty 2006' in red,
'fila' in white,
the bible verse on the wall of the sports complex.

X. missed out on the words on the back of the boy squatting down. 6marks.

'Write a critical commentary on the actions of the student.Use your own words as far as possible. (12)

(right to left)
"opps i slipped off my skateboard which went out of the picture."
"i'm going to slide through the side of the back gate!"

"watch me as i hold up the sky with my left arm and push off the ground with me right!"

"it's been some time since i've done some bunny hopping!but where's the sack?"

"gravity's pulling me down...."

"i think im flying!"

-------

"reach out for the stars..."

"the boy on my right kicked my ass!"

"i'm going to hop over the girl in front of me!can you survive my wrath!"

"i'm trying to jump but this boy is going to jump on me!"

"i dont care!i', absolutely daphanitely happy!"

....all these while the boy in the middle says through the words on his back, "Is that all you've got? Give us your best shot!"

bang bang, i shot you down.bang bang,you hit the ground.bang bang,that awful sound.bang bang i used to shoot you down.

huh?i actually dont see any sense in this sentence whatsoever. i shot you down? then i used to shoot you down? nevermind that's not the point.

Baccalaurette 2006.

as emos relives the days of Fun-o-Rama, he salutes the regimented days of sixteen-thirty hours goodbye.

HOWEVER,j1s, please note that now your promos is over, the j2s need to study.

hence,
SILENCE PLEASE! :D

The Art of Cheating

2006-10-09T22:07:00.000+08:00

Letter of the Month goes to Mr Kenneth Koh!: If you can't do it, then don't. Don't actuff coz if u get caught, we(kokyichee) will make u write an apology letter and post it here like the guy there. Dear Mr Koh, we congratulate you on your job well done. Keep up the good work! We love your letter! So folks, keep sending in your letters.. who knows, you might be the next winner.

Lessons from a Chicken Rice Man

2006-10-08T21:47:00.000+08:00

On saturday, Yangy's b'day, we went to dover mkt to have chicken rice, which was extremely satisfying by the way. There, the man who served us gave us a dose of advice, quite unlike the usual which we are used to. The convo went something like this...

Chicken Rice Man: Eh you all finish exams already not?

Jw: Nope still got 'A's.

CRM: Wa you all JC2 already ar. Better study hard. Next year army. I was in the army 26 years leh. Like shit like that.

Jw: Wow thats great!

CRM: Great your head la! 26 years k no joke ar. Budden i go out play stocks lose 200k. Now what? Drive taxi help sell chicken rice. Kanina. You all better don't follow in my footsteps.

This surprisingly eloquent chicken rice man/taxi driver/army officer/businessman really got me thinking. Do I want to be like him when i grow up, having to learn things the hard way? I think not. Thus friends, study hard. This coming exam will really determine our futures. I for one vow to stop wasting time in school and heed the advice of Grace and Maeyan. Thank you two for nagging at me incessantly to study. You'll see. I shall retire to my private corner and mug like you've never seen me mug before. Yup, that's all i have to say. Study hard folks.

Oh yeah, announcement to all hubbers: STAY OUT OF MY CORNER! CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGNS? Trespassers will be PROSECUTED! HAHA!

only the fastest will survive

2006-10-08T13:24:00.000+08:00

friends,

'tis the season of hari raya puasa
a time where all our mat and minah friends wake up at unearthly hours to feast, starve themselves for more than 12 hours, and later collectively gorge themselves at a holy time of 7pm (thereabouts) all in the name of the holy islam god! ommm.

so on the 4th of october 2006
as a show of support for our brother fiz,the three of us have decided to fast along with him.
rules of engagement: normal fasting rules apply.
7:50am (after assembly) to 7:oopm (when hafiz starts eating)
first one to start eating loses. earliest time allowed is 2pm.
to keep track of our progress each of us kept a journal or fasting log

jw's fasting log

7:50 - we start our fast,at the sound of the school bell. pram has no faith whatsoever in me. he says i won't last till 11:10. i'm so gonna prove him wrong.

7:59 - i just had a thought. i'll definitely be able to last longer than the others cuz i've got more stored resources. haha.

8:30 - the bell has rung! i've survived one period! however suraj and vik still insist that i won't last another hour. sigh. why do my classmates have so little faith in me? it's not as if i normally eat alot. right?

11:45 - surprisingly, i'm not hungry. i never cease to amaze myself. my throat feels a little dry and parched though. but i've outlasted my classmate's expectations. IN YOUR FACE PUNKS! pram - "damn!" haha.

13:00 - starting to think about food and looking forward to breaking fast. it's not so much the hunger but the thirst that gets to me. considering stopping at 2 instead of 7.

13:10 - I WANT WATER!!!! my throat is as dry as a history lecture.

13:30 - thoughts of food and ice cold drinks fill my head, making it difficult to concentrate on my econs.

14:05 - YES! i've made it! i've now gone 6 hours without food. i'm proud of you jian wei! however, i'm really hungry and thirsty now and am seriously considering whether to break fast now or the initial stipulated time of 7pm.

14:07 - luckily amos is the weakest link. he calls to say that he is starving to death and that he's going to break fast now. i happily comply.

14:11 - i sit down to eat my first real meal of the day. muslim food of course. the iced lemon tea really hits the spot! i like.

amos' fasting log

9:10 - recess time.
which stupid ass thought of fasting.
better not be the soon to be 18 birthday boy
better not be the already fasting malay boy
better not be the step-on-me fat GIANT

11:10 - bloody hell this is harder than usual although i can usually survive one whole day without eating.
by deliberately fasting it keeps my mind on food.
maybe..maybe: eating is a chore yes?
think about this, in the process of eating, you need to use energy to chew your food and raise your spoon/chopsticks.
maybe..maybe that this energy needed is greater than the input of energy from the food!
thus,isn't it better to fast? you'd have an energy surplus!

11:11 - i think i will eat lunch.

11:15 - the hunger made me UNhungry.
maybe i shall start a strike in hungary!

13:30 - the yong tau foo is calling out to me
but yangy and the fat boy are showing no signs of giving up

14:10 - thats it. mission failed
the sight of all my friends eating is too much to bear.
the one who usually doesnt eat is the one who breaks it all!
the irony...
well,i'll need some energy to study
yes. i shall call jw to tempt him to break fast with me

yangy's fasting log

7:15 - bought lime juice and egg mayo sandwich. gosh, its gonna be my last meal till 7 if all goes well.

7:50 - jw is in the void deck with me now. quote: "i'm hungry" - jw

9:30 - my class is down for recess. sitting next to cheryl and her mat food is pure torture.

10:45 - econs tut. had to present some market structure essay shit. thanks!

11:30 - suddenly i find candice's water bottle quite fascinating. been staring at it for the past 10 mins...

11:40 - candice offered me some mentos! she must be the devil in disguise

12:00 - chem tutorial. i don't care i'm not gg down to the void deck with the other chem droppers.

13:50 - i'm so thirsty!! i say, water is the source of life

14:00 - hashim says they're allowed to rinse their mouth. i gladly do so, taking care not to swallow any of the water of course.

14:05 - jw and amos have given up! victory! .. who's the champion?!?!

14:15 - my hunger pangs have worn off,and i am sure i can last till this evening. but i see no point in continuing this solitary march when i have proven to be the fastest and most resilient chinese boy. i'm a man now! off to the western stall..egg omelette beckons meanwhile...in the hub

THE MAT SPEAKS:
cackle cackle!! deluded chinese fools!! who do they think they are?
the real champion is ME!
MHAFIZBINHANAFIA! MAT POWER!
bwahahahaha

crescent moon?

2006-10-07T00:32:00.000+08:00

Dearest Yangy,

even when the crescent moon isin't around
even when the paramedics aren't around,
even when greis isin't around,
man-lee, mafiz and emos will be.

broken arm,
stolen ipod,
broken heart,
stolen milo packets,
now u're 18, say hi to NS!

freaking funny pics!!

2006-10-04T00:19:00.000+08:00

at huiying's house for amos and jillyan's birthday party.
what can i say?
glamness to the MAX!

from left to right: fatty "emo act tough face" lee; emos "i love to hump the pole" fong; freshly barbered yangy; muhammad "i wanna do some pullups" hafiz

Be Cool, Stay in School

2006-10-03T12:41:00.000+08:00

Every day at 9 o'clock,
To the hub the security guard will come to lock.
He wants us all to go on home,
So that he can peacefully jom.

Unfazed, we gather up our bags,
Our books, our pens, our body-building mags.
We all troop out to the void-deck,
Some to study; others to slack.

A few make their way to the bleachers,
Home to many night-time creatures.
In the dark of the night they bravely flip each page,
My, don't they all deserve a Red Badge of Courage.

Time flies by, and soon its ten,
All who's left are a few brave men.
Yangy, Amos, Hafiz and Jian Wei,
They're trying to wait til night turns to day.

Close to eleven, their books they keep,
Because its time to go to sleep.
Slumped on the tables they start to drool,
We should all follow suit- Be cool, stayover in school.

Emo boys

2006-10-01T20:42:00.000+08:00

Time-2:00pm, Place-Somewhere in Sydney

Jw: BURP! That was a great lunch! Australian pork is the best!

Fiz: Abang, stop talking about food la you know i'm fasting. I so hungry that that rock is beginning to look like Nasi Lemak.

Jw: Now that you mention it, it does look kinda like Nasi Lemak. But sorry not Halal got no sign.

Fiz: Shut up your mouth la. Anyway, i just wanted to apologise for my last post. It was actually me who took the post about the fight off. My bola cikik la. Sorry.

Jw: It's ok. I forgive you. And I promise to stop being racially insensitive and asking you to eat pork. Here, have a beer. It's on me.

Fiz: Thanks man. You're a real pal. Glug glug glug...

Oh no! What will happen to Hafiz? To be continued…

What happened to the Club?

2006-10-01T00:33:00.000+08:00

Jian Wei
I feel so bloody emo today.

Fiz
Huh? Why?

Jian Wei
I dunno!!

Fiz
Anyway, what happened to the previous entry bout the CLUB??

Jian Wei
Oh, balls. I read the newpaper and quickly took it off.

Fiz
Is it??

Jian Wei
Yeah.. dammit, i feel like a wuss now.

Fiz
Now? You always do.

Jian Wei
Watch what you're saying mat or i will stuff you with pork.

Fiz
okokok.. sorry sorry.. Eating pork makes you fat. I dun wanna be fat.

Jian Wei
Man... Life sucks... *stares into the sky*...

When suddenly....................................... To be continued

when the birds on the trees go round and round

2006-09-29T22:39:00.000+08:00

these are the days that i've been missing,
give it the taste
give me the joy of gyming tonight.

as much as i love the gym as my mini playhouse inside my home away from home,
(because i think i spent less than 30 days this year away from school,thus my 2nd home)
i couldn't believe it when i found out its been lying to me.

the SUPERGYM.
where i try to be superman.

BUT, even heroes have the right to bleed...
and its not easy being me.... being cheated by the SUPERGYM!

how can it be?
how did it play tricks on me?
are my eyes playing tricks on me?

NO EXIT THROUGH THIS DOOR.

well, as you can see, aint it obvious that i can just walk out of the supergym throught this door?

OBVIOUSLY..she's outta my league
i'm wasting my time and she'll never be mine..

my love-hate relationship with the supergym.
i better make full use of the $40 i paid...

the importance of N

2006-09-27T01:21:00.000+08:00

Never undermine the importance of 'N'...

in any gp essay,its essential to have a nice conclusion to round off your essay - recapitulate your points and provide a fitting closure to your discussion. thats why its very important to have an N (end). of course, it'll be good to end nicely.

on the same vein,the english language cannot function without N (and), a conjunction that is used in about 80% of everyday written and spoken english. and in fact,two were used in the short space of just the above one and a half sentences (that's three)! evidently,something that we as english-speakers and ice cream eaters cannot do without. after all without N, we'd only have ben jerry's and erson's ice cream...yeah,wth are those?

also the omission of the letter N will lead to misunderstandings to arise. for example, if one were to say a particular kind of music is fuky... now that doesn't sound like particularly appealing music to you does it?

a more recent and relevant example: from the tagboard (you may have to click 'older posts'), we see that in at least two instances a missing or extra N has led to embarrassing moments for two bloggers here at kokyichee. refer to the tag dated 23rd sept 06, 8:42pm. hafiz wrote - "DON'T LINE!" what's he trying to say? don't line...but curve instead? on the same day, 8:45pm, jian wei in his eagerness and excitement to thank erm..himself,for his glowing piece on erm,himself, wrote this - "THAK YOU [HIMSELF]!" klearly,an ego so big it overshadows his love handles.

in the spoken language,one mistake we come across frequently in conversations revolve around the mispronunciation of N and its cousin, m.
"ehz,comferm or not?"
"this formula i tell u ah,dam inpohtent..must remember one!"
"wa bem chomg so hamsum!!"
are common examples. and occasionally,these two letters even get confused in names as well.
"are you mhafiz or nafiz?" - teo naeyam (name changed to protect privacy)
this problem applies to all,whether in ignorance or mere slips of the tongue,we do not know....but its more commonly seen in tchers,especially those of the older variety. (note: i'm talking about tchers. definitely not teachers,no way!) some "tchers" mangle the pronunciation of this so badly,the presence of the letter N is near unnoticeable ("kgegative raktion force" - there is an N inside,repeat it a few times and see if you hear it!)

what makes the letter N infinitely more important is its contribution to several other disciplines. in mathematics,even though it sounds like a mouthful of m's, it really is all about n. for n is used to represent integers and real numbers,which math deals with in great detail. the only m's that matter are McLaurin's expansion and multiplier effect(oh sorry that's not maths?).

and finally, to further reinforce and drive home my point tt N is indeed arguably the most important letter of the alphabet forcefully....
well,why do you think the SI unit of force is N?

KonfideNce is the keyhole to the key.

2006-09-24T22:48:00.000+08:00

oh its a new week!
dont be weak, be strong!

enough about the supergym, enough about whatever.
so, to the past let's say, WHATEVER!

j1s, if u've yet to start studying,dont worry as that's the way!
if u've started studing,dont worry too! as that's the way!
if u've just started studying,..ok thats the way too.

my point being,
i dont care because, its my way on the highway!

people,

whenever you're lonely like him....

Dont you cry...tonight.
(well if you cry tomorrow,whatever goes.find me and i might just go to the toilet to get u toilet paper :D)

whether you cry or not,that's not the point.
after crying then that's the point i'm driving at.(find the co-ordinates of the point....hence....)

remember,have KonfideNce! - the keyhole to the key.

look at this man, to test out the safety of our up and coming CPA, he decided to test if a 3 story building is safe to jump down from.

KonfideNce, i say

Honoured Too

2006-09-24T21:00:00.000+08:00

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THE KYC BAND HONOUR ROLL!!!

First up...

TAN YUAN MING DANIEL! Daniel is known for his skill in FIFA 2006. Despite never having played the game, Daniel managed to lose to the defending champion Lee Jian Wei by a NARROW score line of only 11-0!!! Daniel is also well known for his legendary eyesight. On top of that, Daniel is also a great friend who can take jokes well (i hope). Ladies and Gentlemen, TAN YUAN MING DANIEL!!!

Next up...FOO ZHI YUEN BRENDAN! Brendan holds the record for Most Number of Band Practices skipped. Brendan is also well known for his amazing feat of escaping detection and becoming an OGL in 2006, and thus is the pride of many of the J2 band members, particularly Taniel Dan and Wee Lian Jei. Brendan is also the proud owner of a Tremendous Snore that can be heard through the walls of any classroom. Ladies and Gentlemen, i give you FOO ZHI YUEN BRENDAN!

Next, we have...

LAU PUI SHAN GENEVIEVE! Gen is known for her ability to speak at frequencies almost inaudible to the human ear. Though she looks sweet and demure, Gen is actually an opiniated firecracker who will willingly share her grievances with any person, animal, table or chair. Let us put our hands together for LAU PUI SHAN GENEVIEVE!

Now, let us welcome to the stage...

KIAT HUI KHANG! Hui Khang is known for his undying support for one of the lousiest football clubs in the world, LFC. He has great affinity for his iPod, and wept bitterly for 7 days and 7 nights when it perished. Poor him. Unknown to many, Hui Khang is actually extremely proficient at the piano and Winning Eleven, and has a HUGE appetite.. Everyone, make some noise for KIAT HUI KHANG!

Next up....

SIOW PEI TIAN JILLYAN! Jillyan is well known for her high pitched singing voice that can shatter glass. She also holds the record for Loudest Burp. Jillyan seems to attract men who style their hair in the shape of a 'fin', a la David Beckham in the past. Ladies and Gentlemen, SIOW PEI TIAN JILLYAN!

Next, we have...

CHEE DONGLING GRACE! Grace has a matronly nature, which has led to her being given the nickname of "Ah Ma". A sweet and sensitive soul, Grace ALWAYS has the welfare of the band and everyone around her at heart. Grace was second runner up in the Most Creative Use of the English Language competition, losing only to Dr Lee and finishing closely ahead of Hafiz. Ladies and Gentlemen, CHEE DONGLING GRACE!

Next up, we have the OSCAR (Overly Suspicious Character in the Asean Region) award to present. And the OSCAR goes to...

HONG KEUN HO! As the Head of the Korean Internal Mafia Cloning of Humans International, Keun Ho makes it a point to appear as inconspicuous as possible, speaking only when absolutely necessary. With his dashing good looks, Keun Ho is often mistaken for the Korean hunk, Bae Yong Jun, and thus is often harrased by middle-aged aunties. Because of his great work for his company, he is honoured tonight with the OSCAR. Ladies and Gentlemen, HONG KEUN HO!

Our next award is the KYCJC Sportsgirl of the year. And the winner is...
NG MINHUI! Known for her prowess at the standing broad jump, Minhui swept all the awards at the 17th International NAPFA Failures Competition. Her pastimes include complaining about anything and everything. Strangely though, Minhui seems to attract many males of the species Homo Sapiens. Ladies and Gentlemen, NG MINHUI!

Next up, the KYCJC Sportsboy of the year award goes to...

POKEDEX NO. 123 SNORLAX, aka CHOO JIA WEI! Jia Wei is often found in the dense urban jungles of Dover. He enjoys eating, sleeping, drinking and shitting. For this utterly useless reason, he receives the KYCJC Sportsboy of the year award. Ladies and Gentlemen, CHOO JIA WEI!!!

Honoured

2006-09-23T22:47:00.000+08:00

Guest of honour, Brigadier-General Kok Yi Chee, Mrs Chin Ho Kwah, Principal KYCJC, Mr Chin Pai Kwah, Chairman of the KYCJC Board of Governors, Distinguished guests, teachers, parents, students, friends and family, Hello and Welcome! First and foremost, I'd just like to say that we at Kokyichee are extremely honoured by the readership we have been getting. Thank you all so much for appreciating the crap that we have worked so hard to squeeze out. Watch out i-speak cuz here we come! Haha just kidding. We promise not to let our new found fame go to our heads, and will continue to provide the good old home cooked crap that you have surely come to love by now.

Secondly, we at KYC have been extremely inspired by the recent college honours night, and thus we bring you........Drumroll please........

THE KYC BAND HONOUR ROLL!!!!

Our first recipient tonight is no stranger to one and all. He is none other than KYC’s very own....

MUHAMMAD HAFIZ BIN HANAFIA! Hafiz has won many awards during his two years in ACJC, such as Godliest Malay Euphonium Player in the Whole of Singapore, Most Helpful Boy (as seen clearly in the picture above), and Fastest Mat on a Fast. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you MUHAMMAD HAFIZ BIN HANAFIA!

(Cue applause and chants of "MHAFIZ...MHAFIZ! *clap clap* x1000000", "MAT JANG JANG!" and "WHY ARE WE SO COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!")

Next, I present to you…er...how do you pronounce this...

XIE YANGLEI! Wait, or is it XIE YANGLIE? Or XIE YANGY?? Or XIE SUPERFLIRT??? Nevermind. Anyway, Yangy is being honoured tonight for his various achievements. These include Most Spectacular Fall, Most Flirtatious Band Member and Thickest Lips. Yangy also holds the World Record for being the hardest person to wake on the face of this earth! Ladies and Gentlemen, XIE YANG…er…you get the idea.

(Cue polite but unwilling applause after a few seconds of silence. Obviously Yangy isn't very well liked for his flirtatious ways. Maybe he shouldn't even BE ON THE HONOUR ROLL. Familiar situation? Chew on it. HAHA)

Our Next recipient needs no introduction. Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for…

LEE JIAN WEI!!! YES! THE ONE AND ONLY, THE LEGENDARY, L-J-W!!!!! Jian Wei is honoured tonight for his outstanding contributions to the ACJC Band. During his two year tenure with the band, Jian Wei has garnered many accolades. Jian Wei has won many awards, such as the Slackest Section Leader and thus the Most Favoured Section Leader award, the Noisiest Member during Combined Practices award and the prestigious 2006 Band Most Eligible and Hunky Bachelor award. (haha) Jian Wei has also contributed significantly to the band’s Mischief Committee and Soccer Committee, where he is more commonly known by his nickname, “Silent Panther”. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, LEE JIAN WEI!!!!

(Cue raucous applause, wolf whistle from Joshua Tan, screaming girls rushing on to stage, tearing off their clothes, flinging lingerie, trying to mob Jian Wei, Screaming "JIAN WEI WO AI NI!!!", "MARRY ME!!!" and "JIAN WEI MY SINGAPORE IDOL!!!" huh? HAHAHAHA)

Next, we have…

DR LEE TIAN TEE! (Pictured above with adoring student) Dr Lee has guided the ACJC Band to many achievements in both local as well as overseas competitions. He himself has also won numerous awards, such as Funkiest Conductor, Most Number of Treats to Students and Most Number of Students in Home, not to mention the Most Creative Usage of the English Language award. Ladies and Gentlemen, DR LEE TIAN TEE!

(Cue applause, yada yada yada......)

Owing to time constraints, we regrettably have to end tonight’s presentation with the next recipient. Ladies and Gentlemen...

FONG SHEN JIE AMOS! Amos has won many awards in is two years of service with the ACJC Band, including Cheekiest Smile, Most Anorexic Boy, Greatest Amount of Weight Lost and Greatest Tendency to Rub Eyes. For his achievements, we honour him tonight. Ladies and Gentlemen, FONG SHEN JIE AMOS!

(Cue thunderous applause for the night is finally over. Rumbles of hunger can be heard from the tummies of the audience, but unsurprisingly, not that belonging to Amos.)

Thank You all so very much for bearing with us tonight. Now, please proceed to our Feeding Points in our Canteen, Void Deck and Concourse for some Ridiculously Expensive Catered Food! Remember to eat you fill cuz you probably paid for three! Please be reminded to come again next week for part two of....drumroll please....

THE KYC BAND HONOUR ROLL!!!!

But wait!!! What's this???

A: "Where's my cert now? My Honour Roll?"

B:"HONOUR ROLL MY LAN!!!"

Confused??? So am I...EMOS! Please explain this to me soon!!!

twinkle twinkle little stars

2006-09-22T23:53:00.000+08:00

hello there..
the angel from my nightmare,
the shadow in the background of the morgue...YEAH WHATEVER!

seriously,school has been great.
while walking into school,
this chick comes up to me and she's all like, "hey, aren't you that dude?"
And I'm like, "yeah, whatever!"

seriously,school cant be this great.
i can go buy yong tau fu whenever
i can open my locker whenever
i can go run 20 rounds whenever
i can go gym! whenever
i can get gay whenever . . .
i can..because, THIS IS MY UNITED STATES OF WHATEVER!

as i quote Mrs Chan from honour's night,
she has only 2 words for all of us. BE STRONG

so, the moral of the story is, GO GYM!
think about it, where does your monthly $40 goes to?
its goes to the maintainence of the sports complex and the wages of the employees.
which = ME!

ok i digressed. so, the moral of the story is... make this your home people,welcome in!

the world within awaits...YOU!

boy A: who me?
me: yea you!
boy A: emos stole the weights from the SUPERGYM!

whirrr whirrrr

2006-09-20T23:00:00.000+08:00

based on a true story.

today i was walking to the photocopy shop,a stack of notes in hand, feeling motivated after getting back my "moderated" results. i'm gonna be productive today i told myself. i'll digest these notes after i'm done zapping them like jw digests his mountain of food!

to my utmost horror upon reaching the photocopy shop i was greeted by hordes of kiasu j1s,worried sick for the upcoming promos
"sorry ah collecting notes"
"eh auntie can photostat for me?"
and one thirsty j2
"auntie got change for 5 dollars?"
tell me,who the hell changes money at the photocopying shop? at peak hour somemore. but back to the story:

so i closed my eyes and foraged into the tiny room,praying for my own safety and well-being
off into the wilderness i go.. (not really. but close enough)
feeling strangely like a grain of rice in a roll of sushi,i squeezed my way past outstretched arms and shoving bodies..stood in front of the machine,triumphant.and proudly flashed my photocopy card. yes!

undeterred by the chaos happening around me,i go to work quickly,determined. with the intention of getting out of the sushi roll in as short time as possible. the card is in place! the notes are aligned! the lights are on! the cover is shut! all there needs to be done: the press of a button..surely now! a few more seconds and i'm out of there!

ALAS!
says the LCD screen: Error!
wth? says i to the photocopy machine
but there was nothing i could do. but hang my head and leave the battlefield,defeated.
made my way up the stairs,to the library. gahh! i hate it when this happens...

yea,definitely one of the most annoying things ever. photocopiers can't sing for peanuts.

dearest jaytee

2006-09-17T22:17:00.001+08:00

dearest jaytee,
things may seem complicated but..

i dont know how to put it, i guess its pretty much said in this video jaytee

i hope you understand dear.. jaytee :D

more engrish fun!

2006-09-14T22:54:00.000+08:00

starring grace chee.enjoy!-

reminiscing the times
"aish remember in signey..."

someone's getting irritated alrdy!
"ood you like me to punch your face?"

jianwei:(rumbles around in the sand)..oops!
"ouch,you stepped on my fingle!"

brain cannot multitask,drink water/play frisbee?
"eh you wanna drink frisbee?"

jianwei: lets bury grace's slippers
"oei!! don't bury my sister's shoes!"

jianwei: YEA shoes im sure
"fine don't bury my sister's slipples!"

yangy: wa cool what's tt? (trapeze)
"erm i know..trapezium!..is it?"

my teacher scolded me la
"he skolted you for what?"

might as well go back to primary school and learn english
"myswell go and die!"

in related news,kokyichee intelligence has uncovered a series of photos of a cheedongling,a highly dangerous criminal wanted for third degree mutilation of the english language. due to censorship issues, only one picture from the set warrants publication on this public domain.

(warning! NC-16)

gush! what indecency! the CHEEk of tt girl! well kids..that's it for today. before i go,let me leave you with a very very very important reminder....
girls, next time you visit sentosa,

carl's jnr says it best. but not halal sorry.

Disclaimer

2006-09-11T17:36:00.000+08:00

Dear hansum (whoever you may be),

Welcome to Kokyichee! As you may have come to realise, this blog was set up purely for the authors' own enjoyment, and for the entertainment of our readers. As such, we try our utmost best to ensure that our posts are humorous in nature. Also, no offence is intended when I "insult pple", as you put it. You must understand that the authors on this blog are all extremely good friends, and poking fun at one another is one of the ways we express our affection for each other. Also, I think most societies would deem it rather rude to call someone an idiot without substantiating your claim. I would also appreciate it if you would post your comments under your own name, not under a pseudonym that might very well be a totally false claim. Lastly, if I may quote from my friend's blog- "If u don't like what i'm writing, then too bad. It's my blog". Indeed, this statement holds a lot of water. I'm sure you can find a lot of other blogs in the vast blogosphere to go and critique. Thank you so much for your time. Have yourself a very nice day!

Yours sincerely,
Jian Wei

The Reason Yangy Doesn't Take Chemistry

2006-09-10T20:15:00.000+08:00

Excerpts from Yangy's 'O' Level chemistry examination:

Republished with permission from the Ministry of Education, Singapore, in conjunction with University of Cambridge Local Examinations Syndicate Haha

start fishing here

2006-09-10T03:15:00.000+08:00

fiz? is that you on the boat?

"how can we be so different & feel so much alike?"

2006-09-10T02:37:00.000+08:00

LUCY
daddy,did god mean for you to be like this..or was it an accident?
SAM
what do you mean?
LUCY
i mean you're different.
SAM
but what do you mean?
LUCY
you're not like other daddies
SAM
i'm sorry. i'm sorry. yeah,i'm sorry.
LUCY
it's ok, daddy. dont be sorry. i'm lucky. nobody else's dad ever goes to the park with them.
SAM
yeah we are lucky! aren't we lucky?

on a side note: in the scene where sam was promoted the day of his court appearance,there were orders for hazelnut frappucino,caramel macchiato,caramel frappucinos..
and nobody ordered a green tea frapp?

move aside kenneth

2006-09-09T18:51:00.000+08:00

here is an issue we all should be concerned about.
rapid develepment,globalisation,economic growth.
it all kinda means the same thing : the concrete jungle is growing!

there were monkeys in the past,are we,as humans,moving towards the role monkeys played?
oh no,the whole vicious cycle has gone a full round.

apes --> humans --> apes?

stop pouring concrete all over the earth people!
it has devastating consequences indeed.
we're killing the natural environment.
NOT JUST THE ENVIRONMENT, BIRDS TOO!

check this out:

this is a real fat birdy tt sits in front of the UOB plaza at raffles place.
a hot bod,round and streamlined.
it even has a asshole for u to poke naughty ones!

but have you thought about this,it could be a real birdy tt was enjoying the breeze by the singapore river.
emo-ing perhaps.
im sure it did not occur to itself tt it would stay right there at tt spot for the many years to come.
maybe when they were building the UOB plaza they accidentally poured some metal onto the birdy.
sigh. *sObz*

well at least it can still enjoy the breeze by the singapore river till today. + the aroma from the river.

i wonder what this birdy is thinking,is it aware of what might happen to it?

maybe its thinking tt everything's already concretised,nothing left.

one day the river might become solid. so little birdy emo-ing over there : "BEWARE!"

NOW,isin't this more impt than hunks like kenneth?

Truce

2006-09-08T22:07:00.000+08:00

Ok i propose a truce. Let us stop all this talk of homosexuality. Both Fiz and i are 100% certified men, straight as a curve ruler (haha). Seriously. Fiz is happily and romantically involved with a nice girl (well almost anyway), and i am...well...MANLEE!!! HAHA! However, ladies and gents, a fine specimen of a homo can be found below in KENNETH KOH. Look at those perky nipples. Haha. Also, if you observe carefully, he is clearly sucking in his tummy. Haha. With a cute-as-pie expression on his face, and striking an erotic pose with a twist of his waist, Kenneth is definitely treading down the winding path. Many thanks to Shibin for providing the incriminating evidence.

Kenneth: "Oops i forgot my bikini!"

Clarification

2006-09-07T20:53:00.000+08:00

Does that guy look gay to you? A photo that had captured the essence of a man. Never be fooled by man-lee. He's a well established con-man. Going from house to house asking for donations for charity. But in actual fact, he used the money to pay his monthly gym membership fees. That explains why his upper body strength is phenomenal.

EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!

2006-09-07T09:01:00.002+08:00

FINALLY! PROOF THAT HAFIZ IS GAY!!! YES YOU HEARD ME! G-A-Y!!! So sorry to disappoint any fast female sprinters out there HAHAHAHA!!!!!

Fiz preening himself before MUSE 08/03/06

Caught in the act!

Fiz: "I wonder if i can snag that sexy, skinny emo-looking hunk over there..."

Fiz:" Or maybe i'll have better luck with this manly chinese hottie..."

Finally..." I think i'll just settle for this cute korean guy."

There you have it folks! Proof of what we have been suspecting all along...Fiz is a POOFTER! For those who are not enlightened, POOFTER is another word for GAY, FAG, QUEER...you get the idea...Anyway Fiz, i think you'll have the most luck with the Korean hunk...He's currently single and available...HAHA

Konfidence.

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

Friends..

Konfidence is the key to success.

Juz look at Holden. Konfidently admitted his love for Alyssa.

When you're in doubt, juz do it.

Remember Konfidence.

Remember Holden.

Remember.... Keun Ho..

Chasing Amy

2006-09-06T03:24:00.000+08:00

Alyssa: why are we stopping?
Holden: because i can't take it anymore
Alyssa: can't take what?
Holden: i love you.
Alyssa: you love me?

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"i love you. and not, not in a friendly way, although i think we're great friends. and not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although i'm sure thats what you'll call it. i love you. very, very simple, very truly. you are the epitome of everything i have ever looked for in another human being. and i know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. but i had to say it. i just can't take this anymore. i can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. i can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that- longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. i can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. and i know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but i had to say it, because i've never felt this way before, and i don't care. i like who i am because of it. and if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. but god, i just, i couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. and, you know, i'll accept that. but i know...i know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. all i ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person i am when i'm with you, and i would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. because it is there between you and me. you can't deny that. even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that i'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me."
- Holden McNeil,Chasing Amy

Princess Greis, Facing Relegation

2006-09-05T06:22:00.000+08:00

"yes!my solo was perfect! :D"
"huh you mean it wasn't that good. I really thought it was.... =/" "sigh i guess i'd never play a solo again. noone will hear my musik. noone will see me on the first row agan. noone will ever hear about The Princess Greis again. :("
"oh they heard me play, saw me play, and liked my playing! :D "

click on the photos to enlarge, that will aid you!, in the understanding of Princess Greis Facing Relegation
obviously, punt intended.

i'd give you Princess Greis' number and u can make good friends with Her Majesty if you still dont get it.

now the Princess is 18,

i might be brought to court for this.

Please Princess.....

Mai Hum, Mai Hum Mai Hum Mai Hum!

-kokyichee

extreme makeover...trial.

2006-09-05T06:06:00.000+08:00

cheeyunting:today cheeyunting: yesterday

wait, cheeyunting, cheedongling, 2 different people!
sorry, wrong identity taken.

nontheless,

hApPY 18tH BirThDayS GrEis CheE. LuBchEw ManY maNy wOrx!
sTay PwEetY & KaWii 4eVaz OkAeZ?

The Mat Strikes Back!

2006-09-04T22:30:00.000+08:00

Q: What do you get when you put Jian Wei and a red hood together?

A: a Fat Red Man-Lee hood.

Too konfident. Take a red hood and put it on. Fantastic.

Grace's Grammatical Gaffes

2006-09-04T22:09:00.000+08:00

on her numerical methods notes,wrt some formula tt isnt in the list of given formulas:
"MEMORIES THIS!!!"

asking if you are awake:
"have you woke up?"

asking if there are many people:
"is there many people?"

telling you to be wary:
"watch up"

getting you to stop talking nonsense:
"shut out"

getting you to stop talking nonsense part 2:
"shit up"

...happy 18th cheedongling!

♥,us

Battle Of The Zexes continues..

2006-09-03T23:49:00.000+08:00

Battle of the ZEXES Blind Date. Who will win? No one knows... but mat always wins.