Saturday on 26th July -- Mind's Cafe & Lau Par Sat

Saturday was our farewell gathering (oxymoron) for Lan Fang and Yan Yin, who will be heading to Peking University and University of Toronto respectively soon. Unfortunately, lan Fang left before I could take any last pictures with her.. Damn sad..

Anyways, we went to Mind's Cafe (which, in spoken English, sounds like some new hangout spot for the intellectually-challenged to chill at) at Boat Quay.


See those green houses along the orange stretch? Those belong to me! =)


Monopoly game with Jia Wei, Shi Yan, Jing Ting, and Yan Min.

Yan Min and me smiling.

We tried to act dao..

Me with Yan Min, Xinyi and Audrey

Shi Yan and I

Marcus and I trying to act dao as well..

Jia Wei and I being,uh, ourselves. Haha..

In the end the bill came and the group of eleven or tweleve of us had spent $218 on miserable servings of food and board games. $218. Mind's Cafe is a luxurious hangout spot, now you learn something new.

Dinner with Yan Min, Lian Joo, Marcus and Yan Yin at Lau Par Sat.

Food glorious food!

White carrot cake

Black carrot cake

Oyster cake



Yan Yin with char kway teow

Dessert was mango ice!!! Yan yin insisted on eating mango ice, and since she's departing soon, we just let her have her wish granted.




Stroll to Merlion after dinner, with a lot of random chatting, like finding a suitable English name for Yan Yin. I insist that she should be addressed as Helen, or Mary.



Just for the record, this is my first time at the Merlion Statue. That just totally shows how Singaporean I am.

Photo Spam!

Lunch with Kay Siong and Ying Cheng at Hougang Mall, 20th July 2008, Sunday



干扁四季豆 @ 三盅两件



北菇滑鸡饭 @ 三盅两件



Kay Siong and Ying Cheng, at Soup Restaurant

Subsequently after lunch, we went to 美食美客,a food court by Kopitiam for dessert, and look what we've found!


Gigantic, antique-looking "Emperor" chair


Look at its sheer size!



Me being Emperor

The entire food court is so oriental. The names of every stalls are clever puns on idioms or commonly-used Mandarin expressions. You'll find poems emblazoned on top of every dining tables. And mind you, these aren't your usual primary school poems like 床前明月光，疑是地上霜。They are poems of higher standard and difficulty. I even found 李白《将进酒》 , which happens to be one of my H3 CHinese Lit. texts, on one of the tables.

Then, you'll see lyrics of traditional folk songs printed on the glass windows:



Hainan folk song.



Hakka folk song



Hokkien folk song.



Teochew folk song



Cantonese folk song Part 1



Cantonese folk song part 2

And then you'll see me camwhoring...

Sinister

I think that the following entry will anger a large group of people. Seriously, from most of the readers' point of view, it's only a trivial issue. No collateral damage. No chain effect. Probably just a personal, temporal emotional imbalance. Or perhaps I am just anal. Or that I am being unnecessarily insecure for no good reason. Or that I am just jealous? Uncontented?

I understand. When I just started to have such thoughts, I did stand at your point of view. One side of my brain sides with you guys, but eventually the other side still proves to be more formidable. So, here goes.

You know, when you are in the army (or air force for my case, but whatever it is you still know where am I coming from), where mandatory communal living involves you being exiled to behind those intimidating barbed wires together with a bunch of nineteen, twenty year-olds of varying academic intellect, obtaining a string of As for your 'A'-Levels is a big thing. You become an instant headline. The topic of the day, of the week, of the month, or even forever. Everyone in camp knows thatyou got straight As. Everyone knows that you are offered People respect you. People look up to you. People worship you.

It's a big thing, really. People will not treat you like shit. Your commanders will treat you like a proper human being. They give you dignity, they talk to you nicely in a mature fashion. Your peers will also give you superstar treatment. Okay, that's a little exaggerating, but in essence, those around you will give you respect.

You feel good being with them. Cheap thrill? Not exactly. An unscrupulous way of reassuring yourself that you're still the creme of the crop, of giving yourself a high self-esteem? Perhaps. I'm not sure.

The moment you step out of Chong Pang Camp and i) take bus number 852 and alight at the bus stop outside Hwa Chong Institution, or ii) take the train to Bishan MRT station, alight and walk 200 metres to Raffles Junior College, you won't feel the same way. Okay, I did not take the train to Bishan, alight, walk to RJC and feel different, but I certainly felt that way when I went back for my Awards Presentation Ceremony last week.

Suddenly, your straight As is nothing. Negligible. Peanuts. Just throw a pebble at any random direction and chances are you will injure someone who has the exact same grades as you.

And the chances of him/her being a scholarship holder is even higher.

Whereas your university education will most likely be sponsored by your parents.

You start to feel inferior. Thanks to the lionized persona you have built up from the worship of your peers and superiors in camp, the acknowledgment of any kind of inadequacy would represent a complete contradiction to the image that you have in camp.

Your perceived perfection has been built up to such an extent that you can no longer afford anything less than you being the best.

Take another pebble and throw at another random direction. Chances are you will injure someone who will be heading overseas for their further education. In a reputable tertiary institution of course. Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard, U-Penn, LSE, NYU, Brown.

And you start to feel like a loser who will remain in Singapore like you've just missed the last train or ferry to get out of this tiny red dot to further your education and therefore you have no choice but to fucking study at NTU.

Take another 5 pebbles and throw at random directions. Chances are you will injure potential doctors, lawyers, accountants, ministers, Prime Ministers and Nobel Laureates.

By now if you are not arrested by the police for assault and hysterical behaviour, it means you're not paying attention to this entry.

And most probably you are just a fucking journalist who can't even afford to bail yourself out. If you are a advertising director, perhaps you can afford the bail, but that is if you can make it to the advertising industry.

Ice-cream with my council peers after the ceremony had me felt really uneasy about my decision of reading Communication Studies at NTU, or Mass Communication in university for that matter. Their eyes say it all. Pity, disappointment, detachment. In fact, it's not only in their eyes do I see such emotions. Most whom I have notified about my university and course choice gave me the same expression.

"Why Mass Comm? Given your grades..."

"Why Medicine? Law? Engineering? Political Science?" I would used to rebutt them. But as more and more people question my choice, my confidence has eroded. An extraordinary phenomenon it is if you know me well.

Even my mum questions me.

It seems that only people with not-so-fantastic grades venture into Communications. A pity that I have "wasted" my string of As. Disappointed that I did not live up to societal's expectations of "good grades go to 'better' courses and universities", like Medicine, Law, Sciences at Cambrigde, Oxford, Harvard. Disappointed that I have chose to venture into a field reserved for 'A'-Level graduates with not-so-fantastic grades.

And slowly they feel detached from me, because most of us high-achievers and brilliant academic performers have chose the path that the society has expected them to choose, while I insist on my own personal interest.

"Sinister" is originally the Latin term for "left-hander", which I am one, and the term initially suggests that left-handers are "evil" and "sinnful", like how you can infer from the spelling of the term, just because their behaviour deviate from social norms. "Norms" that are implemented by the right-handed majority.

Perhaps that's the way how things are working out for me now. I seem to have sinned, choosing a different route from everyone, and definitely a different route from what they have had expected me to choose.

My dreams are shaken. I feel out of place.

Suddenly I love going back to camp.

In Response to Peter Wong's RJ-Hate Entry

And oh, Peter Wong will be reading Law by the way.

(Roll eyes) "No comments. Peter cannot even outtalk me, and he wants to become a lawyer?!?!"

Mrs. Ang Lai Kuin, one of the teachers-in-charge for the 33rd Hwa Chong Students' Council, exclaimed on knowing Peter Wong's aspiration.

"why i freaking hate rj"

"why i freaking hate rj"

Extracted from Peter's Wong blog

yes yes i HAVE TO VOICE THIS OUT I AM SO ANNOYED.

there are various reasons why i hate rj such as
1. i heard they are backstabbing ppl who backstab their own friends
2.they always beat as in softball (except this year. HAH. not tt i played but. HAH HAH HAH)

but the main reason is.

THEY ARE FREAKING CHEATERS.

okay. let me begin my story.

i was randomly stalking ppl on facebook. yes now i realise how fun it is to stalk ppl on face book, look at their pictures, link to their hot friends, and link to more hot friends.

so. i was stalking this girl who was from jian yang n hong wei's class but went rj called siqi. shes a little hamster who i always pinch last time. the last time i talked to her was like a year ago at hc where i randomly pinched her n walked off.

i wasnt so desperate to the extent of stalking a friend from a year back. its just that she announced on facebook that shes in hk n i was like. WTF.

okay i have to digress. basically i am THE hk pro and everyone of my friends who are about to go hk call ME to check out where to go n call ME to check out the cheap stuff and the classy stuff that u cant find in spore. this explains why i am always so classy. anyway. i am like the hk consultant for hc. anything from where to go in hk to any cantonese bad words under the sun such as "fark your mother smelly exploding va-beep-beep". SO. i was so extremely pissed that she din call me n ask n thus i decided to click on her name.

okay that was basically a introduction to the introduction. heres the introduction.

okay digress. i dun think anyone knows that i am such a extremely crappy person who can write my friend a 9 page long note. mind you, its A4 size. and my handwriting is small and ugly. and its so long not because the main point is important but because the introduction is about 4 A4 paper long. and i can digress digress digress digress digress digress digress. yes stop counting its about 7 digress. basically it means that i can talk about A, and halfway through it i digress to B. and half way through B i digress to C. yes u get the idea u dun study so much for nothing. so anyway. this paragraph is just a freaking example of how i digress. i wrote so freaking much but you dun even have the slightest idea why i hate rj ppl so much. thats how bad it is.

ANYWAY. where was i. okay wait let me scroll up. oh yes yes. so i clicked on her name. and i saw that she was attached to this girl called laura sth. so i was like. wow i din know shes into this kind of stuff. so i clicked on the girl's name.

N HOLY SWEET MAMA. SHES ONE HOT GIRL.

okay u get the idea. i hate them because they use cheats. yes jian yang if you are reading this you will prob be thinking about sth like "knncb stupid honkie kope my idea." so i am going to give you credit okay. this idea is basically kope from jian yang. but i modified it.

he said the ang moh use cheats. okay he stopped there. i am going to elaborate. ang moh sld go n die. its like how they can anyhow wear some ugly singlet, board shorts and stupid billabong slippers n look hot while we look like we just migrated from china, anyhow train n get biceps as big as my head , anyhow play a guitar n look like they can get into uk top 10 while i look like some cock who is trying to act cool, anyhow talk and girls will find them so sexy cuz they have the sexy accent while i try my best to sound cool and roll my toungue but ppl still think i sound china, dun shave and look ragged while us chinese looks like we just escaped from prison, wake up and leave the house with their hair having the sexy "wake up look" while my hair curls and stick to my head like some guy staying in a cave without a mirror for 10 years. u get the idea. ugly cheaters. but i know god is fair. so ang moh prob die alot earlier and have only one ball or 3 boobs. yes thats always how i make myself feel better. i will look at some hot ang moh n think to myself, "nevermind. he is prob impotent". to hell with the fact that their dicks are 10 times longer than mine and they get all the sex they want. i insist that they are impotent.

okay that was basically a interesting digress.

so. let me explain how rj are cheaters too. actually, now that i come to think about it. they are like 10 times more cheat than ang mohs. if ang moh cheating level is "show me the money" (yes old star craft fans will get the idea. for those stupid girls out there, that is a cheat that makes you have lots of money) , than rj ppl will be using "power overwhelming" or "whosyourdaddy", cheats that make you invincible. means that you cant be killed at all.

why is that so? well, firstly, they are freaking CHINESE too. LIKE ME. its not like they serve different food in rj and so they absorb different nutrients. okay maybe they do. no food can be worse than hwa chong canteen, the best is like CANDY YONG TOU FU. but thats beside the point. they are like. ME. normal chinese (okay most rj ppl are chinese too okay. i am not racist) teenager who just happen to score 260 and above for psle. i scored 259 by the way. and its like. i cld have been in rj and use the cheat too. SO WHY THE HELL AM I LIKE THAT.

well tts like the 5th digress. anyway. thats the reason why they are more cheat the ang moh. but why are they using cheats. let me explain.

isit just me being petty and stupid or isit that rj always win alot of sports, have super hot girls (n some guys), are the SO CALLED smartest 18 years old in singapore and the guys ALWAYS GET LAID all at the same time?

yes yes stupid rj ppl dun think i dunno. i always hear some rj ruggers/swimmers/tennis player/not softballers/even some loser looking ppl boasting on some bus about how satisfied some girl, or girls was after they screw them 5 times in some club on some day when i was MUGGING MY ASS OFF IN SCHOOL WEARING SLIPPERS AND HC TSHIRT.

yes yes. now u can prob tell i think the guys are more cheat than the girls cuz i have to admit that the girls are REALLY QUITE HOT.

just a digress. (yes again). i was further angered when i went to the hospital emergency department for flu and cough. no i din want to go there but my instructors in army basically forced us to go there n wont accept private clinic mc. its so screwed up but i will prob talk about it some other time.

anyway. i stepped in for the 1st time n god. i swear shes the hottest doctor ive seen in my whole life. she looks like those girl who sell clothes at far east. u know, some make up, hot, tall, nice legs. but usually i make myself feel better by thinking that they PROBABLY wont have such a bright future. but god shes a FREAKING A&E doctor. she only worked there for 3 years and shes alr a a&e doctor. i used my charm to get a 3 day mc. okay that was not necessary. anyway. yes. shes from that school. THAT SCHOOL. i dun even want to write it out anymore.

than. theres this 2nd time when i went to the same hospital again. okay i bet u guys out there are already thinking to yourself "whick freaking hospital is it i want to go there n complain my dick hurts". to protect my 2 angel doctors, i wont tell you. ANYWAY. n. yes. theres ANOTHER hot doctor there who looks sweet and decent. n wow wow wow. i guessed its no susprise which school shes from. i was about to touch her cuz i thought shes skinny n weak when she told me happily that she was from JUDO. argh. and she hated hc ppl cuz she said hc judo girls use cheat. GO TO HELL ONLY RJ PPL USE CHEAT.

okay. please dun ask me how i found out they are from rj, how i found out she worked for 3 years and became A&E doctor, how i found out shes from judo, how i found out she think hc ppl cheat in judo, how i got a total of 5 days mc for flu and cough. just dun ask. i totally din flirt with them. i was lying on my bed when they whispered it into my ears, their face 3 cm away from mine. i can actually smell their heaven like breath when they talk to me. yea u think i am talking cock right. i swear on my balls its true. i swear. u wanna bet 10 bucks? its really true.

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okay fine i feel bad misleading u all. they were using this torch thing to check on my ears and eyes and eyes while i talked to them.

and you know whats the angry thing. the thing is. its not like they have one or two hot girls. if its like that its okay cuz its just like how hwa chong have one or two hot guys named peter wong. the thing is. there are THOUSANDS OF THEM. they are like ants. wait sorry thats insulting. bacteria is prob a better description as to how many hot girls there are at rj. i really wonder what rj canteen feed the girls. maybe lots of estrogen in their chicken chop or other boobs and ass enchancing food?

okay i can elaborate on how cheat they are for the whole day. but basically i am sick of writing a blog already so i shall end here. one last thing. though i sounded like i love rj secretely, i swear that i will only try and send my children and grandchildren to nan yang, chinese high, than hwa chong and maybe vj but NEVER WHEN I AM STILL ALIVE RJ. its not like i dun want my kids to be hot. its just that i simply love the way how stupid n goofy and kind hearted and unpretentious hwa chong ppl, especially the boys are. just look at wong de pin from track or daryl lim whos currently in ocs. they's so cute and stupid i think my dog wants them as pet. i just love the guys. and the fact that my extremely rare rj friend, a-beep-beep lee ( this is to protect her identity) told me about how she prefer hc cuz the rj ppl are really cold and backstabbing. yes call me a uncle or conservative old man, but i rather my children grow up in such environment than some place which will make them sucessful outside, but screwed up inside cuz of all the possible backstabbing.

so. i have to say it. i dunno if you guys know. but i FREAKING LOVE HWA CHONG. its like the best school in the world. love it.

so cmon, everybody raise your hand up. uh huh, uh huh, check check, everybody sing.

海天寥廓 云树苍笼
中有我华中礼门义路
时雨春风 吾侪托帡幪
猗与华中 南方之强 我中华之光
雄立狮岛 式是炎荒 万世其无疆

yea that was high, people at the back, can you hear me? what encore? okay okay.

yea, yea. apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, (with the fur)

人生茫茫 学海洋洋
吾侪当自强
朝乾夕惕 日就月将 莫负好时光
猗与华中 南方之强 我中华之光
雄立狮岛 式是炎荒 万世其无疆

wow. basically i din know the lyrics are like that. after reading it, i still dunno what the lyrics means. and sorry. but i never bothered to learn the hwa chong english school song.

so, the conclusion is : i love hc and even when theres lots of hot girls in rj, allow me to say

EEYER RJ EYYER.


ps. please please please spam me with comments (my friends only, i dun want some random rj ppl unless ure hot) cuz i will want to know what you all think about the way i write! i told genesis about my blog and basically, that clever and well endowed girl thought my blog is going to be in chinese.

pps. okay this is impt. rj ruggers please do not start banging on my door and shouting that you did not screw any girls. basically if you realise the bulk of the blog is about how hot the girls are. so girls, you should be very proud and asking around for peter wong's number if you hafnt already done so. while guys, sldnt you be proud you're banging so many girls?

ppps. wow wow wow. now i understand why ppl think wikipedia is dam cool. theres actually a english translation for my beloved school song.

English translation of the lyrics (incomplete with errors)

Verse 1:
The wide sky above, shrouded in clouds and trees, in the centre lies Hwa Chong
The path of propriety and righteousness, the happy and sad times, we shall entrust our protection

Verse 2:
Life is full of wonders, the boundless sea of knowledge, we shall remain strong
Strive for the best and remain alert at all times, always progressive, do not waste the good times

Verse 3:
When we have become successful, attained glory, made significant achievements
We continue to strive for the best, manage all around us, the road ahead is vast and long

Chorus:
O Hwa Chong, strength of the south, pride of the Chinese
Stands firmly on Singapore, which seems like a remote place, continues to live on and on


The Chinese school song is in classical Chinese and was written by 邵庆元. It is set to the tune of Annie Lisle, though the tempo of the school song is much faster.


yes genesis/pamela/daphne/nick lim/ yi en/ non chinese speaking idiots. now you know what it means. i knew all the words since like. primary 3.

pppPs. i am really a very crappy person.

pppps. OF COURSE. not all rj ppl are like tt. its just like how not all hc ppl are cheena. i dun mean to insult any rj ppl so dun be angry okay.

Hwa Chong Awards Presentation Day 2008

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I forgot to collect my plague for my Commendation Award for scoring 8 'A'-Level Distinctions. Damn.

Sweet-smelling Compound

*July 3rd*



I've officially passed out from the course.

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*July 7th - 8th*

Basic Biological and Chemical Defence Training. It's a mouthful, that's why we shorten it to BBCDT, which is still a mouthful nevertheless. In essence, we were taught on how to protect ourselves in case of a biological or chemical warfare. Yet, ironically the protection suit itself is claustrophobic and suffocating, and all of us uanimously agree that we would rather get corroded by sulphuric acid than to die of claustrophobia.

Furthermore, the training suit issued to us reek of mould. Perhaps these suits themselves are biological and chemical weapons of mass destruction.

And oh, days in camp now are so much more relaxing. I am loving my sergeants more.

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*July 9th*

D-Day. Pun intended. We were "forced" into the gas chamber to get a feel of what it's like to be exposed to CS gas (tear gas), just that it isn't World War II and we aren't victims tortured by the Germans.

Surprisingly, the effect is not as bad as I had expected or what had been described to me. Perhaps it's due to my mastery of correct techniques in the canister-changing drill (which involves the changing of the filter of your protective mask, a potentially-choking experience) and knowing the need to take a deep breathe BEFORE you take off your mask instead of AFTER you take off your mask to prevent the extreme, unnecessary and silly inhalation of CS gas.

Funny as it may sound, CS gas has a queer, sweet smell. It smells totally pleasant and harmless. I mean, how can a sweet-smelling compound even vaguely possess any ability to cause collateral damage?

Contrary to popular belief, I didn't cough excessively or tear uncontrollably after I (unwillingly) removed my mask and exposed my face to the gas. My eyes felt stingy, but that's about it.

As I said, how can a sweet-smelling compound even vaguely possess any ability to cause collateral damage?

I called my mum almost immediately after I was allowed to exit the gas chamber. She sounded relieved that I had escaped unscathed. I was too.

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*July 10th - 11th*

Life in camp is still relaxing. Ran a few errands, did some area cleaning. Lunch. Ran a few more errands, did some more area cleaning. Dinner. Admin time. Sleep.

Repeat cycle for next day.

And I finished reading the book "Sex and The City".