one massive massiv

POSSIBLE SHIFT

2009-09-30T00:53:00.001+08:00

Imma experiencing a temporary shift to LJ. We'll see how it goes.

http://emgee-emptied.livejournal.com/

In which HP's staying in!

2009-09-22T23:14:00.003+08:00

Here, we sing the shortlived paean of the few lucky few who are neither Science nor Arts students, and therefore manage to avoid the far-reaching grasps of Chem and Lit prelims tomorrow. AND THEREFORE, ARE GOING TO SIT IN THE FLAT TOMORROW. To the other kind of non-Sci/non-Art poor saps like Moose and Leo, who have both, goodluck much. And whom I know will gladly oblige me calling them poor saps.

C'mon lets get hai.

In which there be Love on the Rocks, You'd Do Anything For A Quiet Life.

2009-09-18T00:36:00.002+08:00

Rock out with your past-year prelim papers out.

In which HP is getting all Dalish.

2009-09-10T18:10:00.000+08:00

I'm sitting in the 11th floor of the Lee Kong Chian reference library finishing up H3, and suddenly, shadows fall across the huge full-length glass windows next to me. And then a few hundred balloons float past. And bonk against the window. Oh, we'll all float on, all right don't worry, we'll all float on...

In which HP gonna spend another weekend hermitting in the NLB. Oh joy.

2009-09-05T01:48:00.003+08:00

So you sailed away, into a grey sky morning.

You massive idiot.

In which HP has the ultimate way to get rid of people who slow down your mugging.

2009-08-20T00:10:00.003+08:00

My parents are so very understanding.

After a short talk with them, they’ve allowed me to fall sick tomorrow. So I shall. And oh, since I’m sick and stuck at home, I might as well do my H3 right? What an opportune opportunity! :D

Seriously, school was beginning to own me. My eyes are permanently irritable, and my concentration level’s are slipping all over. So after tomorrow, I shall be newly reinvigorated and ready to murder the crap out of school.

As for all those irritating annoying distractions that people try to tempt you with, Rowan Atkinson in the film Johnny English provides a very simple response. Observe:

Lorna Campbell: Are you gonna go out there and save your country? Or are you going to sit in this grotty flat, and feel sorry for yourself?
Johnny English: (after much prolonged thought) I think I’ll sit in the flat.

So,
You want to go watch a movie at J8? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
You want to go jamming? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
You want go gym? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
Eat? I think I’ll sit in the flat.
Sleep? I think I’ll sit in the flat.

Can’t read mah!
Can’t read mah!
Oh I can’t read Chris Daughtry’s poker face.
Can’t read cos I illiterate mah.

In which its now stomach pain.

2009-08-17T01:55:00.003+08:00

I've done my UCAS personal statement, after about 3 hours.

Which happens to mean nought-shit, since the personal statement doesnt cut anything if I mess up prelims, or my H3 essay, both of which are a long way from being mugged / finished.

In which head pain.

2009-08-11T23:59:00.002+08:00

I think my Math tuition teacher is quite awesome. Thanks to him, I've managed to comprehend vectors, complex numbers and integration in 3 lessons. He's super value-for-money too, since his sessions can drag till like 3-4 hours long. He seems incredibly stressy though, he panics for us too much. I think for his sake I shall try and do decently for Prelim Math.

Freaking hell. I'm going quite mad. I reached home at 12.30am on National Day after tuition, dinner and outing.Then I checked my mail and showered. THEN, because it just seemed to be so important, I took out the mock Math paper, and started doing it. My dad woke up, saw me sitting at the dining table mathing away at 2am on a weekend, and turfed.

Wargh I think I shall go sit in the Lee Kong Chian library on Thursday night, and whittle away at H3 essay.

Ow ow ow ow me head.

In which HP wants to elevate again, whenever the elevator guys are free.

2009-08-04T21:13:00.000+08:00

http://www.anilinkz.com/movies-and-ova/la-maison-en-petits-cubes/

Go check this out, some cute Japanese animated short feature, which won Best Animated Film at the Oscars this year. Poignant stuff.

The mugging groove is a tough one to fit into, but I'm inching in. Me needs to inch quite a bit quicker though.

In which HP contemplates the pre and the lims.

2009-07-19T23:17:00.006+08:00

I need to wakeupgrababrushandputalittlemakeup. Also I will try to put you out of my head, no matter how U2 says you look, in the shitty old blinding light.

FOR I WILL NOT LET ALL THAT CRAMMING FOR PROMOS TO GET INTO H3 HIST, AND THE CHANCE TO GET 6 A's GO TO POT!

In which HP has finally found a new lode of awesum music.

2009-07-14T22:37:00.002+08:00

I'm damn addicted to MGMT now, and this cover of Kids by The Kooks is just what I need.

control yourself,
take only what you neeeeed from him.

In which RJ Ultimate ran up and got silvered / The end of an era.

2009-07-12T23:15:00.003+08:00

Forgive the following post for being very disjointed, for my thoughts are hard to get in line.

A few times in your life, you go through certain events which leave an indelible mark on you, events which you recall and feel extremely content, happy and wistful all at the same time.

After the finals yesterday, while Team A was doing our post-game huddle thing, what I felt was completely different from last year’s InterJC. Last year I was tearing up after we lost in the final seconds, and feeling very sad and shitty, but this year, I felt strange that I was instead smiling, for all I felt was an immense sense of pride and happiness, for all our collective efforts. Yesterday’s finals has been the best game of ultimate I have ever played in my life, even though we didn’t win the match, but because the level of trust and belief that I held in my teammates was the most that I had ever felt. I remember feeling completely at ease, completely sure that all of us would try our hardest to do our best. And that was awesome for me.

It’s the everyday things that we’ll remember. Whenever I go back to Sengkang MRT , I shall sit on the pavement, stare at the field, and reminiscence about 11th July 2009. Whenever I buy a Soyjoy Hawthorn Berry bar, I’ll remember gobbling down about 8 of them, then getting a massive stomachache after InterJC. I’ll remember our 100Plus boat race, of which my team was damn powerful at. I’ll remember Finding The Ultimate Person of RJ Frisbee, all of us moaning after it was found to be Pek, and then us having a riotous time giving him his prize, by carrying him and dunking him into the biggest mud puddle we could find.

My cca-mates in Frisbee have formed some of the closest bonds that I have in JC, and I’ll miss every one of you. I’ll remember us having our wet and muddy trainings, and us being the only people who would scream and swear at the lightning alert siren whenever it started ringing on Wednesdays. During the last two years, I really looked forward to each training, instead of dreading them, as I did in my previous CCAs.

And to the J1s, you all have been awesome juniors. Before joining frisbee I never really talked to my juniors, nor did my seniors to me, so I love it that our batches are so close to each other. To my fellow J2s, I shall always remember you guys for being the awesome AWESOME people that you are.

I love you guys, Raffles Ultimate <3

In which InterJC is tomorrow.

2009-07-10T22:44:00.002+08:00

Hokai, tomorrow will see 2 years of cuts, scrapes, sprains, and hucks, one-twos and layouts culminate into a day of exciting stuff. A wunnerful CCA needs a wunnerful showing at our biggest annual competition. So ganbatte Raffles Ultimate 09!

In other words,

NO GUTS, NO LAYOUTS, NO GLORY!!

In which HP gets progressively loopier

2009-07-04T00:46:00.003+08:00

~Can you rocker Romany?
Can you patter Flash?
Can you rocker Romany?
Can you fake a bosh?~

~Oh I can patter Romany.
Can you patter Romany?~

~No I can't patter Romany?
But I can fake a bosh.~

I blasted off nearly all of my black-and-white film already, with the outing today. I now have shots of Dhoby Ghaut which I hope turn out well, seeing as I haven't seen photos developed with this cam for about a decade, and I vaguely remember some niggling defect with it that made my parents stop using it in the first place. Hopefully it be minor.

And I'm getting very addicted to Neil Gaiman's main characters in his Sandman series, Dream and his older sister Death. They sort of grow on you, with Dream being more broody than Adrien Brody, and Death being some super-cool goth chick. I shall go re-read the book.

In which HP needs something nice on the brain

2009-07-02T23:05:00.002+08:00

My mom was very surprised when I turned up at home with 2 spools of film and batteries. She thinks I’m a bit mad right now hohoho.

Anyway, got rather high yesterday while mugging for Hist and Physics with Kenneth and Choon, and I’ve decided to join Kenneth in his foray into analog photography. So I dug out my dad’s old Nikon TW20QD, and holy schmoke it’s still working!!

MANUFACTURED IN 1988, LAST USED IN LIKE 1998, AND STILL ROLLING.

I’m going to spend the rest of the night reading the rest of Preludes & Nocturnes. The Post-CT Feeling is not so much one of happiness, but rather of much relief, for the last few days have been quite crazy. I need something to cool down me brain. Tomorrow’s breakfast and walk with Leo, Choon and Nikon will be awsum.

In which HP is cranky.

2009-06-15T22:20:00.003+08:00

And as such, also irritable and grumpy.

My laptop has taken it upon itself to er, take a leave of absence, so I'm stuck with an old shared desktop, which has none of my Firefox bookmarks and remembered passwords. And I can't access all the guitar tabs that I need to, so trying to learn songs is tough.

AND I CANNA TRANSFER MUSIC TO MY SHUFFLE LARH GODDAMMIT!! I'VE BEEN STUCK WITH THE SAME STUFF FOR ABOUT A WEEK, AND THATS NEARLY ALL I CAN TAKE. SHIZ.

So keep away people. >_<"

You always keep me on the run

2009-06-03T22:57:00.003+08:00

I want it back.

In which HP is running out of ways to say he's trippin'.

2009-05-19T22:56:00.004+08:00

The hand-wave at 2:22, to the "OOH OOH OOH" is just hilarious.

Life is good, as Leo will attest. We crashed Moose's house for the first time in nearly half a year, and got high on his new Ibanez. Then we sat out on the patio, and talked about life. Which we have ascertained is good.

I have about a week exactly, to find a way to murderlize GP CT2. TIme to flip open the GP infopack. I love GP nowadays, especially essays and AQs. It's such a carefree feeling, just bullshitting on paper, writing down stuff you don't think is exactly correct, but feels nice to put down anyway. It's such a self-amusing thing, and just the slightest bit thrilling too, seeing how far you can take whatever off-tangent argument you just rubbished out.

I'm off to sleep, for 4-hour trainings will require quite some effort to focus.

Cause I like you,
Yeah I like you,
And Im feeling so bohemian like youu.

In which HP needs to be running free.

2009-05-13T00:08:00.001+08:00

My head hurts, and there's GP essay, Econs case study test, and both Hist lectures on tomorrow.

Oh, and there's training.

And ooh yeah, just another minor thing, Inter-JC team selection results are out then.

Music Tuesday on Youtube yields some interesting surprises. This song has got to be one of the only electro tunes that are actually really good. I predict it becoming my favourite psych-up, mood-picker-upper song for quite a while to come.

SHOUT LOUD, BREATHE IN, WON'T YOU DROWN IN THE NOW.

I have this humongous urge to do something extremely physically draining, to lose up this tension in me head.

In which le crepe de banane is <3.

2009-05-10T00:12:00.007+08:00

Welldone RJC-Banana Pancake, for our awesome performance at ACSI Ultimate Invitationals 2009. It was an exciting 2 days, and an absolutely, nail-bitingly intense 3rd-4th placing match. I’m still so super high after we won. Such was our desire to enter the lucky draw that would be held for the top 3 teams. Well done everyone la! It was a pleasure to play with such a wonderful team, that was able to hold its composure even when down by 2 points with 2.5 minutes to go. Now there be props to be given out to people:

To Wee Kian for sharing his enthusiasm of playing against cup defences, and being such a dependable leader.

To Brian and Kenneth, for being part of the unstoppable handler line, which always manages to slowly but mercilessly move up the field.

To Yong En, for being a comfortable mid-mid to pair with.

To Abi Thio and Xu Rui, for really surpassing and outperforming themselves this competition.

To Jarrell for his brief but extremely helpful aid in covering for us, and making our group stages that much easier, with an extra player.

To Nickoo the perennial sneaky bugger, who assisted the match-winning point, along with countless other assists and hucks.

To Choon for doing a perfect high-release huck, and for keeping very very cool, and blasting out with the equalising hammer in the final minute of the 3rd-4th match, with about 20seconds left on the clock.

Imma really quite happy, cos there was a lucky draw for the players of the top 4 teams (now they decided to tell us it was 4, gah), with one ipod shuffle to be won by someone from each of those teams, and LUCKY ME LANDED IT!!!! :D :D an absolutely perfect end to a such a emotionally intense day.

For really real men use pink stuff to compensate for their manliness.

The front of the medal.

Back of the medal, with the ipod again.
Anyone who has any photos of RJC-Banana Pancake, our 3rd-4th placing match, or when we were collecting our medals, can please inform me? I would so like to see whatever constipated facial expression I had when we finally won.

In which this suxxors muchxors

2009-05-03T23:58:00.001+08:00

I think I've just konked out my back again, in the exact same spot as I did last year. Ferk.

In which HP loves the feeling of training again after 3 weeks.

2009-04-27T23:04:00.005+08:00

Oh I'm back.

Vertical hang-time is back, forehands are sort-of-back, hucks aren't back, but only because I never had any at first. Anyway who cares, hucks are here. And the navel-gazing is working wonders, seriously. One day I shall share the incredible secret of how to navel-gaze properly and own thusly.

SPA is tomorrow, and as much, I must sleep now. It's a non-negotiable requirement, like how I must always have muesli at home (for it be nice. Real nice).

For old time's sake (for they seem to have a-changed a-much)

2009-04-23T23:10:00.003+08:00

And I wish they hadn't.
-
I’m absolutely addicted to that ancient Bob Dylan song, The Times They Are A-Changin’, after hearing it in the Watchmen movie. I think Bob was secretly a very angry man, like a 60’s-style System of a Down. The harmonica riff is quite endearing too, in its squeaky way.

Anyway, this week has been quite good, even today, which was completely packed till 3.15 with only one break. There’s this immense feeling of fulfilling after we get over every Thursday, and by the last period, everyone’s usually super keyed-up, waiting for the day to end. And partially it has something to do with SEA Hist tutorials, which always end with you feeling proud of yourself for not collapsing under the weight of all that sheer info, and very very enlightened about whatever Ms. Ng was going through. The road to wrecking vengeance on the next SEA CT paper is well underway, yea.

I’m in a gooood mood. A properly good mood, with all the attendant happy fuzzy feelings that spilleth over. If I could spin a book on my finger, I’d do it all day, that’s how happy I am. If I had a bag of Ikea liquorice, in the mood I’m in, I would actually share. If it didn’t look so weird, I would walk around with a massive grin stuck on my face for the whole day tomorrow.

GP Dean’s List, baby, houyeahhh :DDD

And so Zul gets his tehping.

In which HP burns out / And the headache returns

2009-04-15T22:00:00.002+08:00

(Intl Hist presentation + Math Tutorial 15B + Physics mock SPA) x (all tomorrow) = some nice foam.

In which HP has a happy time.

2009-04-13T22:21:00.002+08:00

One must be content with small victories, but nonetheless one wishes for moar.

In which HP forgets to tip the git.

2009-04-12T23:36:00.003+08:00

I have a shitty headache. A thoroughly bothersome and annoying one that pops up at random moments during the day, but especially just before I sleep, and when I wake up. Oh, like now.

On Thursday, thought it had been going on for long enough, ever since the ACSI friendly, so decided not to go to school, and gave the family doc a visit. Which was similarly annoying. He was rather vague with the possible thingies that could be happening, and so jus prescribed paracetamol, and took a blood test, just to check. So we await results. Gah. Which means I can't attend proper training for about a week. Ohwell, shall take the time to fix my forehand, which is screwing up and bouncing again.

And the Reptilia jam is just getting better and better, since we started putting in the rhythm git, and the next one should be fab, when we get Choon down to sing, and when The Designated Bass Player can finally make it. However, Stolen, with its shitty half-step down tuning, remains a rather piss-poor attempt.

And on my way home, I didn't have time to donate to the skillded guitar busker who sits outside the MRT every weekend night. That marks the first time I didn't in about a month. Shall donate more next week, for he's really quite pro, and apparently has quite a veritable collection of exciting-looking axes.

Finished reading Watchmen. Was provoking read. Will definitely revisitin future. No doubt the reason for talking like Rorschach. Goodnight.

In which HP bashes and crurns.

2009-04-07T22:45:00.000+08:00

OH this is a laugh, it really is. Taking H3 Hist, and getting absolutely slaughtered for H2 Hist.

And now, it be imperative to have a good chat with Ms. Ng, to find out why I crashed and burned so shittily. I have to cathartise all that out of my system, it’s completely preventing me from concentrating during SEAhist lectures, and it just plain bothers me. Of course, this CTs have been crap on the whole, with me being far too complacent and all, and starting to mug only verh late.

Neway, the mugging for CT2 has begun, for there be no rest for the stupid and overconfident.

And we need to steal the jam, Leo and Moo. For it has stolen my hart.

In which HP is gonna hire the A-team.

2009-03-29T23:38:00.005+08:00

In the hopes that it'll somehow help provide the motivation to mug MUCH more. For CT1 had just degenerated into a massive abhorrent pile of shite. There is only so much one can take, and when you need to worry about passing SEAhist, along with Physics and Math, IT BE TIME TO BUCK UP!

-peekture from wefeelfine.org, chanced upon after the farked-up farce of a Hist paper last Wednesday. Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit.

Term 2 shall eat my dust.

shit shit shit

2009-03-25T22:39:00.012+08:00

Here's a souvenir from SEAhist CT.

CURSE YOU SEAHIST!!!!!!!!!!!

Today was probably the worst I ever did for a SEAhist paper, I had to cancel off and rewrite nearly a quarter of a page cos I realised I was writing complete and utter crap. And my entire SEAhist essay is no more than one and a half sides, cancellations included. So ggxxyyzz to me for Hist this term dammit.

And here's a pre-emptive CURSE U for math, in preparation for the shitted grade I'm so going to deserve getting tomorrow.

Thankfully in dear mitigation, my H3 Hist research proposal has been accepted.

PHEW.

In which HP hangs over / and CTs arrive in 12 days

2009-03-10T23:22:00.002+08:00

The weekend was a whirlwind of grate funness and tiredness, with DF and frisbee camp running concurrently. It was immense satisfaction managing to juggle both though.

Now it's time to press on for CTs, which means trying my best to rush home everyday, instead of lagging about after trainings or lessons. Now excuse me, I need to go add oil.

I picture your face
In the back of my eyes

A fire in the attic
A proof of the prize
Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly

In which HP takes the axe out for a spin

2009-02-21T00:42:00.002+08:00

Went jamming with Leo and Choon today, and brought the axe along. It was a pretty fun session la, we managed to impromptu learn Like A Stone by Audioslave, and we discovered that the keyboard's whammy thing is an endless source of entertainment.

Meanwhile, remarkably Claudio is still surviving, although there's a definite tinge of brown.

Right after finishing Intl Hist term paper, SEA Hist decides to rear its annoying head. Then there's the Math lecture test on next Tuesday that's guaranteed to murderlize me.

And to top things all of, I have to be at school tomorrow, at 7.15am, on a BLEEDING SATURDAY!! Shit like this just destroys a weekend.

The only happy thing's that Zhe Fei, Nick Oo, Rachel, the J1 Kenneth and I have now made an intra-CCA record for most consecutive points scored, during training on Wednesday, where we demolished every lineup that was thrown at us, for a whopping ELEVEN POINTS!! WOAHOHO!! :DD that was the absolute secksz!

So now I'm off to go rest my head for a few hours, before I get back on the route to Bishan. Eaurgh.

In which there's always dancing on a Friday Night

2009-02-14T00:06:00.004+08:00

Hello, meet this rose. It's name is Claudio. Say hi to everyone, Claudio.

Frustratingly, the stem broke after I put it in my bag for 5 minutes, bloody heck. And now it sits in a random old cup on my desk, seeing how long it can last till it either blooms into brilliant red, or just withers and flops away.

And it's really growing on meeeee! :)

In which cool events transpire

2009-02-08T23:54:00.013+08:00

This is why looking through old books at the school library is fun.

The last few days have been complete awesomeness, starting from Thursday's frisbee stayover at Nic Yun's chalet. Since Nic's dad was some SAF bigshot, we got to stay at some uber-large bungalow thing with a humungous back garden overlooking the coast. So we spent a large part of the night stoning under some pavilion thing in the garden, doing random stuff on Choon’s guitar, playing cards and taking the precious time to think about things.

So the early part of the night was incredibly contemplative, and Kenneth and I went to lag along the beach to discuss nagging stuff.

Soon nearly everyone was asleep, till it was left with Rachel teaching me how to play Go Fish and other random 2-player card games, after I got damn bored with Solitaire and messing about with Choon's acoustic. And so we ended up not sleeping.

Now as a splendid result of the only sleep I got being the 30min bus ride to Pasir Ris, the whole of Friday went by in a daze. My team managed to win Take 5 frisbee, oh woot go us, despite my horrible nubby playing. Then a portion of the class went down to Daniel’s house to mess about, and change into their random secondary school gear to crash grad night. Oh what laugh.

And on Sunday, my dad and I went down to Swee Lee. And the coolest shit of all made its appearance at last.

Meet my new wife: The delicious Cort M200

My amp, which I realised is actually quite huge. The tone is awesumz XD
Our last jam session, where we see a abject lesson in contrast.

In which HP is living his life by looking forward to happy events

2009-02-03T01:23:00.003+08:00

Training today was quite a killer. Did interval laps, then crunches, back raises and tuck jumps. By themselves that would be fine, but we had just done nearly the same thing for PE just 2 hours ago. So, owch.

Game was great though, finally managed a one-two with Choon all the way up the field.

But several things are irritating me, for which my mood is currently shitted. Firstly, the H3 History essay proposal is taking forever to settle, and crafting an acceptable topic is so screwed up.

And secondly, also far more nagging and depressing, for it be something that is achingly difficult to solve, is the sudden attraction to a certain don't-waste-your-time-on-me Blink 182 song.

How now.

In which HP finally convinces his parents of the need to get a git.

2009-01-28T01:52:00.002+08:00

So now, me can haz axe soon :D so far, I'm looking at a Cort X-6, or a similarly-priced Epiphone. We shall be having an axe-buying outing soon.

The Cort X-6

And I discovered this wondrous song, which has newly reignited my interest in Nightwish, and all their albums (hence the slightly diferent wishlit). Here we have Sleeping Sun, off their Oceanborn album. ITS INCREDIBLE!!! I've been repeating it on my earphones for the last 5 hours, and I haven't gotten tired of it one bit.

Tomorrow be frisbee tryouts, and I'm station-master for throws, along with Guang. What absolute funness :DD It feels cool, having the fate of your CCA's J1 intake rest (partially) in your clipboard-wielding hands.

Now, I'm off to spam more of this song, do Econs, stress over H3 topic, then try to sleep for the rest of the 3+ hours I have till I have to prepare for school.

YAAAAWWWNN

Shine - Clay Aiken / In which HP breaks his vow of never doing chain quizzes yet again

2009-01-24T23:13:00.005+08:00

Shine - Clay Aiken / In which HP breaks his vow of never doing chain quizzes yet again, AND HAS TO MANUALLY TYPE OUT AND BOLD HIS POST TITLES LIKE THIS COS THIS SKIN IS FLAWED

Because H3 History essay proposal brainstorming is a royal pain, and the kind of rubbish that appears on these quizzes is so amusing.

Went jamming with the dudes on Thursday, and it was a horrible first experiment heh. Oh well subsequent sessions look hopeful. Meanwhile, I've realised that trying to learn pinch harmonics on a classical guitar is tough. But do-able okays :D if a nub like me with minimal guitar training can pinch, so can you.

Procrastination and idleness start to rear their heads again, and I'm finding it extremely difficult to completely ditch the compulsion to just slack off.

Will be going Malaysia to visit the dear grandparents tomorrow, where I will gobble tons of bakkwa, sweets, and Strepsils, in that order.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut – Coheed and Cambria

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GIRL?
Colorful – Shuji to Akira

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
One Last Time – The Kooks

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Is It Just Me – The Darkness (to jump around the world singing power ballads, oh what an attractive idea)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Creek Mary’s Blood – Nightwish

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Walking Proud – Ayumi Hamasaki (not overly, I hope)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Junesong Provision – Coheed and Cambria (See this... this is my... BOOMSTICK!!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Hard To Explain – The Strokes

WHAT IS 2+2?
Dimelo (The Ping Pong Song) – Enrique Inglesias

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Take It or Leave It – The Strokes

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Growing On Me - The Darkness (HAHAHAH finally the quiz starts working. At least we got one accurate pick out of it)

WHAT DOES THE PERSON YOU LIKE THINK OF YOU?
When You Look Me In The Eyes – Jonas Brothers (ehyucks, I’m honestly embarrassed to be caught having this on my playlist)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Dearest – Ayumi Hamasaki

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Royal Pain – Eels
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Start of Something – Stone Gods

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Right Where You Want Me – Jesse McCartney

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Stumble and Fall - Razorlight

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
A Town Called Malice – The Jam

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
From the Ritz to the Rubble – Arctic Monkeys

HOW DOES THE WORLD SEE YOU?
Hey Now! - Oasis

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
She’s So High – Tal Bachman

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Friday Night – The Darkness (what a great way to go, dancing on a Friday night, with yoouuu)

WHO IS YOUR NEMESIS?
The Suffering – Coheed and Cambria

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Mother Superior – Coheed and Cambria

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Cannonball – Damien Rice

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Take On Me – A1

WHAT DO YOU TRULY WANT?
My Sharona – Veruca Salt

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
You Only Live Once – The Strokes

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
The Rock Show – Blink 182

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Starz In Their Eyes – Just Jack (cos I went and put starz in their eyes, starz in their eyes)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Feathers – Coheed and Cambria (hide my feathers on the back porch, baby)
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
The End Complete III: The End Complete – Coheed and Cambria (remember all you’ve been and all that you’ve left behind)

WHAT DO YOU THINK HEAVEN IS LIKE?
If The World – Guns and Roses

WHAT DO YOU PREDICT IN THE NEAR FUTURE?
No Air – Jordin Sparks

WERE YOU A GOOD STUDENT?
Thnks fr the Mmrs – Fall Out Boy

WHAT WILL NEVER CHANGE?
The Poet and The Pendulum - Nightwish

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Shine – Clay Aiken

~Oh, you look so beautiful, tonight, in the shitty ol' blinding light~

In which a barack hijacks the post

2009-01-20T21:15:00.003+08:00

Stumbled across this link, and thought it would be wondrous fun to post it here.

http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/world-news/us-election/watch-barack-obamas-inauguration-live-full-streaming-coverage-14142883.html

Above be the link to the live video streaming of Obama's inauguration ceremony. Which will begin at approx 10pm TONIGHT!!! WHICH HAPPENS TO BE IN ABOUT 30 MINUTES!!

The actual swearing-in of Obama will start around 12.30pm to 1.00am, and methinks I shall forgo some sleep tonight to catch it, and do my bit as a politically-concerned History student with plenty of interest in current affairs. Ahh what bullcrap.

Now to finish up that Macro-econs DRQ before I go stone out in front of the comp some more.

In which another new skin pops up

2009-01-18T22:38:00.001+08:00

I am so amused and bemused and enthused at the new skin. Woohoo :D

In which HP feels the weight of school again

2009-01-13T22:31:00.002+08:00

Stuff to be done:
- Math P & C tutorial
- History religious fundamentalism essay outline
- Econs newspaper articles
- H3 hist draft proposal

Open House be tomorrow, everyone please go visit the incredibly cool and shiny Ultimate Frisbee booth!! :D For incoming J1s, there will be a full-day clinic at the field where us nice J2s will be teaching you all the basics of the game, demo-ing and teaching simple throws, and gently coaxing you to join this wunnerful CCA.

And my picture's at the booth!! Wooooot.

In which HP declares the bringing forward of major boogie-ing to Fridays from now on.

2009-01-09T23:22:00.004+08:00

Because getting fevered on Saturday Nights is so nubby and outdated, therefore the night of the week for designated getting-down is now Friday, as so powerfully proclaimed by the Darkness. For proof of pro-ness, go to Leo's blog, and listen out for the background music. Er, for people not in the know of the URL to his blog, google it. Soz folks, shall redo the links soon, (hopefully), once I have reasonably nothing more exciting to do.

Take5 dry run was fun stuff, despite the horrible MRT ride down to Pasir Ris, which is a bloody 90min pain, for poor folk who live at Choa Chu Kang. Basically, it was a big excuse for us to go down and just play frisbee. Apart from that, there were the attempts at inter-CCA bonding with Netball. Nice meeting you, the girls in group 3, Cheryl, Li Ting and Su. Multiple apologies if the names are typoed.

And after the testing of the various games, what ensued was a good 'ol scrimmage, with multiple layouts, for the grass at Pasir Ris Park is so much thicker and more forgiving than the West Coast variety.

Instead of going for Freakshow tryouts tomorrow, I shall instead go down to the National Library to finally do some research for H3 History Essay. And me be dragging Leo along, to get ourselves in the mugging mood, and cleanse any remaining hol slackiness, so the school term can be started off without any lags.

Oh, and new blogskin is amusing, but oh so irritating, for the convenience of Blogger widgets takes its toll on you and makes you dependent on them.

HP's yearly roundup

2009-01-07T00:01:00.003+08:00

A new year’s come round, which means it’s yet again time for HP’s musical round-up of 2008, with the 10 most influential songs of the year on HP’s physical, mental wellbeing and overall mood. The following songs aren’t necessarily released in 2008, just discovered by HP in 08.

Saves me the trouble of cocking up a huge long soppy post about the emotional pain and tribulations of the past year, but yet at the same time satisfies all those visitors who insist on some sort of ritual yearly summary from every blog they visit, come New Year.

Hold tight, people, and prepare to see mainstream music kicked out of the way, shot in the head and then kindly persuaded to take a hike. For we is about to embark on a head-trip spanning extremely exciting genres, from glam rock to Jap rock, and from dream pop to symphonic metal, me homies. To borrow a line from Tropic Thunder: “No worries, chillness and calmness! But hold your *Impolite male anatomical bit. Rhymes with sock*.” Here we go, and remember to keep an open mind, for my taste in music is always the best, in the end. Persevere, my supplicants, and you will be rewarded. Go through the list THOROUGHLY AND SLOWLY and click on all the video links.

Numero Ten

Sigur Ros – Svefn g Englar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWR-jJ3v1pk

Once in a while, we all need music to soothe, and this Icelandic post-rock, dream pop band delivers an incredibly unique and unforgettably haunting sound. I mean, who else plays an electric guitar with a cello bow? You can really fall asleep to this stuff, after you get used to the electric guitar strains. This be number 10, for reminding me of happier times when life all but consisted of Orientation and its associated slackness.

Numero Nine

The Shins – New Slang

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYwCmcB0XMw

From the cult classic (to me, at least) movie Garden State, this song features in the following conversation between the two main characters, dude “A” named Andrew Largeman, and Gal “B”, named Sam, in a psychiatrist’s waiting room:

Andrew: What’re you listening to?

Sam: The Shins, you know em’? Well you gotta listen to this one song, it’ll change your life, I swear.

And that, apart from it being in one of the best shows I’ve ever come across, (Go watch, like now. Ask me for the DVD) is an excellent reason to listen to it.

It, like most of the other songs on this list, is amazingly cathartic, and has to do with some sort of lovesick reminiscence or another. As you go down the list, you’ll find yourself beginning to seriously doubt that, but trust me, they do. This be number 9, for the same reason as 10, and was recommended to me by Grace, me fellow BB02 T’starduster.

Numero Eight

Lil Wayne feat. Kanye West – Lollipop (Remix)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPGMdBExHqU

Come on, everybody, from the staunchest hardcore metalhead to the most naive prude with classical music all on the brain, has a secret fondness for the occasional bit of good hip-hop. And Lil Wayne with the vocoder-ed voice has the goodies. This be number 8, for being the most bass-heavy, uncouth, but uncontrollably snappiest goodies ever. So wrap it up, for he so sweet, that she wanna lick the (w)rapper.

Numero Seven

Nightwish – Nemo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUTTA2X74N4

This song doesn’t just stand out, it bloody blasts its way through, assails the mind and drowns you in absolute epic-ness. Music doesn’t get any more overwhelming than this, when you get goosebumps when you listen to the music video. Roaring guitars and a resounding keyboard riff are backed by the operatically-trained vocals of female lead Tarja Turunen. And they sound awesome live as well. This be number 7, for rewarding my first ever foray into symphonic metal.

Numero Sixo

Chris Brown – Forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2IExa2A198

This has got to be the catchiest song of the year, and has resulted in Han and I going “For eh eh eh ver” at each other on MSN, while smsing, and even in ingame dota chats, for months on end. And it doesn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. Just how can you man, when we’ve only got one night. This be number 6, for being able to get me out of any unhappy mood, and get your feet tapping, no matter how shitted you may be feeling. Here’s your chance, take my hand and come wimme.

Numero Five

Takashi Sorimachi – Poison

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7v3wgPvcTo&feature=related

Somehow, every year, one jap song makes its way onto list. And there seems to be a pattern to this too. They always seem to come from incredibly good J-dramas. There’s 07’s pick, “Konayuki” from 1 Litre of Tears, which although I never got to finish, was ohsovery touching. So this year, we have the theme song from Great Teacher Onizuka, sung by the actual GTO character himself. The dude with a multitude of bewildered and mischievous expressions, who somehow manages to be the most irritating person around, wherever, whenever. This be number 5, for coming from a series which again inspired much, most importantly the great importance of no-humji-ness, a valuable trait which everyone should have. Really manz.

Numero Four

Guns and Roses – November Rain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLoQteiJNOU

The absolute saddest song ever. No contest. An absolute tear-jerker, in the right situations, this. Cause nothing lasts forever, and we both know hearts can change. And it’s hard to hold a candle, in the cold November rain. This isn’t a song you listen to when you’re feeling down. Trust me, not nice. It’s a song for when you’re tired, and perhaps extremely confused as to why people are doing certain things. This be number 4, for providing an extremely entertaining afternoon during Moose’s chalet last year, where Leo and I lazed on the bed, and generally irritated the hell out of the everyone else in the room by blasting it on our handphones and singing along very badly. And also for tiding me over an annoying period in June.

Numero Three

The Kooks – Always Where I Need To Be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ln_qHyGD9zo

Do whatever comes naturally to you, you know she just don’t care. This be number 6, for providing incredibly useful advice, which I’ve had relish in dispensing to various peeps with probs. Other than that, the Kooks do wonderfully trippy stuff, and the Brit lilt is addictive.

Numero Two

The Darkness – Holding My Own

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVobTMXV_sM

Discovered this quite late, sometime in October I think. Heard it on Peng Seng’s laptop one afternoon, and realised OMG it’s damn imba, so got him to transfer it over to my phone. Then proceeded to loop it for weeks, for it’s fun attempting to sing along to it. Justin Hawkins and his infallible falsetto are just too groovy. Another sad-ish song, but very inspirational indeedy. Cos I’m holding my own, no matter what I put myself through. Couldn’t find a full music video, so you’ll have to make do with this shortened version. Feel free to ask me to send you, to your own benefit.

NUMERO UNO

And my favourite song of the year:

GROWING ON ME, by THE DARKNESS

(MUST WATCH!!! IF YOU DON’T WATCH ANY OF THE VIDS, AT LEAST WATCH THIS)

Another gem by the absolute kings of glam rock, who unsurprisingly end up on the top of HP’s list for the second year running. It’s unbelievably feel-good stuff, with all the hallmarks of a great Darkness track – the killer falsetto, a crazily hilarious music video, rip-roaring guitar solos, and a wunnerful love song to boot. And that’s what makes it possible to endlessly loop this song for the entire journey whenever I’m taking the bus or train. In the midst of getting high, it still gets you all reminisce-ey. And I can now play rhythm guitar for the entire song, so whoever wants to jam it, oh by golly, you’re welcome! Leo, Moose and Seng, that means you all.

So peeps, get yourselves lost in this song, for you’re reeeelly growing on meeheeee!! Have a very glammy new year.

In which a preliminary post appears, to appease visitors

2009-01-03T22:38:00.006+08:00

Apohlogeez people, a long post is in the works and for now, here be a few pics from the Countdown@ Boon Lay:

Boon Lay Place, the road which got officially blocked off for the Countdown. Cool decor on the trees ay.
The fireworks, as seen from next to the stage. And I mean NEXT, as in directly beside the steps, with all the celebs just metres away. Wonderful what a shirt saying you're a volunteer will do for you.
A brilliant pic I managed to get of Mark Lee, using my handphone while the countdown from 10 seconds was just beginning.

So I wanna see more BRIQUETS!!!!

2008-12-31T00:17:00.002+08:00

...When we're doing a love song yeah, you get your facking lighters out, you do this.

Back from frisbee barbeque at Yi Xuan's, where my attempt at marinating chicken went well, according to Kenneth Wee :D and I love my cab driver, who blasted me all the way from Serangoon to Choa Chu Kang in 20 minutes.

Now I shall go sit on the reclining chair, stare out the window at the sky, and continue my head-clearing. Tomorrow's countdown CIP thingy at Boon Lay CC should be a blast. Goan spend the day helping ushering people about at the countdown event, then usher in the new year with Leo. Nothing better manz. Well nearly.

The last goodnight of 2008 to you peeps. Goodnight, tonight, goodbye.

...but love is only a feeling, anyway.

In which time is once again, proving to be a bitch, and going far too fast.

2008-12-29T22:50:00.006+08:00

Oh no, there's still plenty of time, and plenty of things to do. 2008 shall not go by lightly, no siree. I AM NOT PREPARED TO END THE YEAR!!! D:

Therefore, tomorrow I shall embark on my final morning jog of 2008, blast some Modest Mouse, and contemplate things. And then, clear my head.

In which it's CHRISTMAS TIME!!

2008-12-25T09:20:00.004+08:00

DON'T LET THE BELLS END! :DD

Merry christmas everyone! And to add to the festive mood, here's the only xmas song you'll ever need:

Feigning joy and surprise at the gifts we despise over mulled wine with you
On the 25th day of the 12th month
The sleigh bells are in time ringing true
How we cling each Noel to that snowflakes and hope in hell
that it won’t end

Don’t let the bells end
Christmas time, just let them ring in peace.

Well the weather is cruel,
and the season of Yule warms the heart, but it still hurts.
You’ve got your career, spent the best part of last year apart and it still hurts
So that’s why I pray each and every Christmas day that it won’t end

Don’t let the bells end
Christmas time, just let them ring in peace.

Christmas time, don’t let the bells end
Christmas time, don’t let the bells end

Dust underneath the mistletoe leaves when you’re not here,
You went away upon boxing day,
Now how the hell am I gonna make it into the New Year.

Christmas time, don’t let the bells end
Christmas time, don’t let the bells end

Christmas time, don’t let the bells end
Christmas time, just let them ring in peace.

Christmas time, don’t let the bells end
Christmas time, don’t let the bells end

In which HP is thankful for the Underarmour, which otherwise would have resulted in the acquisiton of lots more cuts and scratches on various limbs

2008-12-08T23:07:00.002+08:00

Inter-JC pickup today was the ultimate (ohoh) fun stuff!! Lots of exciting matches, and made tons of new friends, including a reacquaintance with old primary-school busmate Almeric the Muppet. And through some splendid imba shit on all our parts, and the powar-inducing good-luck message, Team B won! Go us manz :DD

And the cold December rain is really freakingly bone-chatteringly numbing. All of us were shivering and hiding behind each other trying to avoid the freezing gusts. And it didn't help that the underarmour was some HeatGear thing, which is supposed to be great at dissipating body heat.

And I really really love the West Coast fields, which managed to stand up to the rain for hours and hours, and made all those layouts and sliding catches incredibly skiddy. Which was fun la, but very muddy and pains much.

Had dinner at Vivo's Carl's Jr, and the Portobello Mushroom Burger thing is awesome stuff.

Now I'm off to stretch everything, and nurse my headache, sore throat, skin abrasions and knee micro-cuts.

Naight.

HP is off to Malaysia from tomorrow till Wednesday night, and is glad to get away from all of you.

In which HP is satisfied in his own company.

2008-12-03T23:08:00.002+08:00

Two more days left to this internship shindig, it there’s gonna be quite exciting. Went with one of the lawyers to the Sub Courts today, along with the other two interns, to attend a sentencing and mitigation plea session.

And tomorrow the boss is bringing us out to lunch, which means he be paying! :D Indeedy, there is such a thing as a free lunch. Then will be going with Leo, Moo and Peng Seng to Peninsular Plaza to find stuff.

The D string on my dad’s 30+ year-old guitar has snapped, which means I finally need to replace them. On Victor, my fellow intern’s advice, I think I shall go find a set of D’adarrio strings. Hence the Peninsular trip. And I shall take the opportunity to scout for the pair of Tiger Onitsuka Taichis which I’m going to buy once I receive my pay check. Homg I can’t wait!!

Meanwhile, here's my new favourite ballad from The Darkness. Couldn't find a video, so just the song on a black background. Slow, touching, soaring guitars, and the most awesome falsetto ever to grace the face of glam rock. Nothing better, honestly. And apparently some say the song’s about Master-Baking, well that makes it so much better, but only because it’s so funny when you bring yourself to think about the lyrics that way, the presence of the innuendo is amusing, even more so than whatever sick thoughts you can conjure up at the idea of Master-Baking.

Which innuendly brings me to my disc, which will have to replaced soon, on account on it soon being unable to be used in official matches, since it’s probably no longer the official weight, having so many bits scratched off already.

And Saturday training is going to be a surprise, waow! :D

In which Leo IS BACK.

2008-12-02T23:27:00.003+08:00

And another reason I lubs the new Gmail. The skin changes according to local weather omferg!! :D Me likey.

In which HP would like some rain plox. Very cold, Novembered, and on the rocks, if you have it.

2008-11-30T19:06:00.012+08:00

Tis the last day of November, and I’m very and INCREDIBLY pissed off at the fact that it’s not raining, or even freaking drizzling. Hell, it’s bloody scorching hot. Really, what a letdown. The last opportunity to go “...in the cold November rain” has just got pulverised by a cheerful sunny day. That’s just irritating. After today, I’ll have to wait another 11 months, or about 330+ days, for it to come round again. And even then, the A’s will be upon us, along with all the assorted crap they bring. ’08 is coming to an end, and I’m panicking spectacularly. I need more time. Things need doing. Aerin’s needs going to.

And November has flashed by spectacularly quickly, with weekdays being completely eaten up by the internship thing, Saturdays being taken up by training, and having Winter League and other stuff on Sunday.

Apart from the legal research stuff at work, one thing I’ve gained from the internship experience is having the time to finally read lots of books I’ve wanted to. I’ve read through the e-books of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, and this week, the first three books in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series. Interesting and enlightening as it may be, staring at reports and contracts gets tiresome after a while. And so many hours have been spent browsing through Wiki and getting all intellectualised.

Pictures of Shenton Way, while having a go at being the office courier on Friday. The following shots are taken whilst at a continuous walk, using my Sony Ericsson W580i's nubby 2MP cam, so its lucky it was a very clear day then.

Walking about on Casual Friday. Which gives me the chance to Converse about.
More well-red Conversations.
A ballsy water fountain thing outside the CPF building.
The tallness of Shenton Way and its assorted surrounding buildings.
More Shenton, and some Cecil.
This came out quite well. Me likey the tree.
A sculpture whose name I couldn't be bothered to stop to find out.
Red Dot Building. Very red.
Out of my office window, several white and ghostly rectangular shapes cruise over in a verh sinister way.

And the sky is darkening considerably, yerder. Come on, just on moar time.

In which HP is in ept, for reasons unknown.

2008-11-21T22:38:00.001+08:00

And Gmail is seriously now too damn chio!! XDDD

To not even see our smallest dreams come true in a world like ours is just...

2008-11-20T00:22:00.002+08:00

poison.

It be time soon to compile an annual thingum of pics and vids, so Moo and Leo, drop me the most random and embarrassing stuff you have. And the background song shall be the right honourable Dinner Lady Arms, along with the GTO theme.

Having finished the aforementioned drama, I'm now too inspired and enthused by it to sleep, nearly as much as Nobuta did last year, around the same time too. But I shall try very hard, for tomorrow there be many more legal documents to lose brain cells over.

Naight.

In which HP is just mildly, slightly, faintly, lightly annoyed.

2008-11-17T23:08:00.002+08:00

Do reply, you.

In which HP stretches new limits in human endurance and sheer tanking ability.

2008-11-16T00:39:00.004+08:00

By going to work on Thursday from 9am to 6pm, doing non-stop legal research with a break only for lunch, then going to Choon’s house to partay. And then after going for dinner till about 10pm, going back to Choon’s, then Halo3-ing the night away.

And then, after realising that if he doesn’t sleep at all, he’ll probably faint the next day, HP takes a 28min (according to Leo, who was awake and was being my dedicated alarm clock service) nap from 5.30am to 5.58am, then rushing back home to take a shower and brush my teeth, then changing into a new set of work clothes. AND THEN, HP goes to work for another 9 more hours.

Turbo-timetable:
9am-6pm Thurs -- work
6pm-5.30am Fri -- assorted thingums at Choon's
5.30am-6am Fri --ONLY TIME I ACTUALLY SLEEP
6am-7.15am Fri -- rush home on public transport
7.15am-8.00am Fri -- Shower, freshen up
8.00am-9.00am Fr -- Take the train to work
9.00am-6pm Fri -- Rinse and repeat work schedule
6.00pm Fri -- go home, stone, and regenerate lost health

30 minutes of sleep, from Wednesday night till Friday midnight. Go me. I do believe I’ve blown apart all previous personal records. Again, as always, I highly recommend no-one try this shit, it’s scientifically proven that lack of sleep stunts your growth and kills your brain cells, among other horrible side-effects. I felt like crap while at work on Friday. My head was throbbing, and there was some sharp hazy pain between my eyes. And your eyes start to burn, and then, finally, you lose your voice.

So finally slept properly on Friday night. Then woke up at 7 for training at West Coast park on Saturday. Saw SMU training there, and they asked us for a game. So we obliged, being kind, helpful and unfailingly courteous people that we perpetually are. The game went quite badly though, our stacks were as messy as a messy-ish thing, whilst their hori-stack was as freaking straight as a ruler. Pu Hwai and I were quite bemused when we noticed that. Eventually lost 5-8 though, although we only had less than 10 people, while they had at least 3 full lines to sub around with, or more than 20 people.

More cool stuffs ensue, with me going back to school for the LawSoc get-together thingum. Not a lot of people turned up though :( but no matter, that allowed us to monopolize the Guitar Hero 3, and yours truly now holds the high score for When You Were Young, muhahaha! :D

Then went to my dad’s office to fulfil my weekly role as overpaid admin.

My Chemical Romance may have been right in their debut album, The Jetset Life’s Gonna Kill You, but I think I’m addicted to the adrenaline and focus it somehow brings.

Now I'm off to crash. Go away, everyone.

In which HP is pissed with the November Rain for spoiling his pickup game today.

2008-11-12T22:15:00.007+08:00

And I realised, about halfway through the day, that I inadvertently did a GTO (Grate Tea-chair Onizuka) while preparing my Getup this morning. Compare:
Ohwell, I'm starting to like the random shirts that I managed to dig out of my dad's cupboard. The one above's made by some old brand called The Arrow Company of something. Sounds all old and swashbuckley! XD

Work was fine today, spent nearly the whole day fervently counting down the hours till pickup, till it started pouring madly around 4pm. Still, being crazily optimistic, I rushed off work at 6, took the train down to Buona Vista, then realised it was freaking dark and thundery and stormy and still very rainy.

Met Zhefei, Josh, Yixuan, Zhangkai and Hui Wen at the NUS field, and realised that ZK's having some internship at Tanjong Pagar too! :D At some shipping company or something, which pays 2.5x as much as my internship. Neh la. Anyway, meeting him for lunch tomorrow.

Then I shall pop over to Choon's lahn partay.

Blurred shot because some woman was about to come into the lift and the mirrored doors opened.

In which HP's interning was indeedly interesting

2008-11-10T22:32:00.008+08:00

I've realized that none of it went wrong
It was all play
How could it be any other way?

First day at work went quite splendidly, in my opinion. I even thank the morning drizzle, for without it I would have died sweating in that stifling office getup. If only it didn’t have to turn into a massive downpour while I was about to walk from Tanjong Pagar MRT to my workplace, which is this building next to Singapore Conference Hall.

My boss is one cool dude, and the entire office is so laid-back and friendly. And I’m going to murderlize their coffee supply veh quickly in the weeks to come, and all their snacks, muhar! :D

Lunch was a solo affair at some crappy place at Tanjong Pagar MRT Xchange, where the food was about as “good” as the RI Dining Hall’s, but cost nearly 3 times as much. After getting valued information on directions from the secretaries and my dad, tomorrow I’m off on my lunchtime expedition to find Maxwell Food Centre. Huzzah.

The work’s tedious and very detailed, but slack enough I’m supposed. And very interesting, the amount of highly confidential legal stuff I get to read. And I plan to browse through their shelves of legal books, which look very expensive and intriguing. And more importantly to try all the good hawker food within as much distance as I can cover during my 1 hour lunch-break, in the next 4 weeks to go.

Pickerchers:
My new daily waypoint
My own desk! With all my homey clutter
The Black Forest frappe or cappe or something. I walked into Starbucks and literally told them to recommend me something, for my first-day indulgence. It was naice, and left a big condensation puddle on my desk after 3 hours.
In the lift on my way home, decided to use the mirrored doors to record my first-ever foray into office-wear. The Getup looks distinctly more crumpled than when I arrived.
AHLEO and MOOSE we must have dinner sometime! HOWS TOMORROW SOUND?? :D

In which HP gets a flurry of good news.

2008-11-09T21:27:00.003+08:00

Great song, with random accompanying pictures from random artists. Sorry but it was the only decent quality version of the song I could find on Youtube. Other Ways, by Trevor Hall.

This weekend has to be one of the most satisfying I’ve had this year.

On Friday, went for my first H3 History lecture, and everyone seems to have this laid-back vibe, including the teachers-in-charge. Decided to choose Singapore History as my first choice for my Historical Inquiry H3 essay next year, and the supervisor listings will be out on Tuesday. Too bad I won’t be able to go see them! :DD More on why I can’t later.

Saturday was spent training with ACSI at West Coast Park, which was great fun stuff, and their Sec3s are definitely going to be a humongous force to reckon with in Inter-JC 2010. The ACSI people are on a whole all very nice and friendly, and I look forward to training with them again soon. Had lunch at WestCoast Macs with Choon, cos I had to rush home and couldn’t go eat at Dhoby Ghaut with the rest. Thanks man Choon! :D After that, Choon decided to walk around Lot1 with me for a bit before cabbing home.

THEN, sometime in the afternoon, I received a call from Natalie, about some possible internship thingum, and told me to send her my resume by that night. So within 10 hours, huge amounts of awesome stuff happened:

11.00pm Saturday: Sent resume to Nat
9.00am Sunday: Receive call from Keystone Law Corp director, whilst in the midst of my oatmeal and raisins.

OMFERG!! These people really are crazy. In the office at 9.00am on a Sunday. The interview went quite funnily. The director dude went, “Hey, tell me about your interests. Relax, we’re just having a chat about stuff.” Meanwhile, I’m feeling incredibly lucky that it isn’t a face-to-face interview, cos I was blanking out. So eventually gave up and just told him my hobbies, CCAs etc. After a while of that, he went, “I’d like to offer you an internship with the company. Would you be able to start tomorrow?”

MOAR OMFERG!!! So I hyperventilated quite a bit after putting the phone down, then dragged my mom out to shop for office wear, which I realised is severely lacking in my wardrobe. So in order to survive the next week at least, I had to rummage through my dad’s stuff and steal his long-sleeved shirts and pants.

Now, I wait in huge anticipation for the great funness that I hope will be my next 4 weeks.

Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous.
-These Streets, Paolo Nutini

In which H3.

2008-11-05T22:15:00.001+08:00

In which HP's nails are too long and are getting in the way of his typing

2008-11-03T00:59:00.002+08:00

October has come to an end, and it is now time to break out into song and yell, “And it’s hard to hold a candle, in the cold November rain...” whenever it starts to pour.

And I’ve been spending my free time watching Rowan Atkinson insultthe people around him with amazing regularity, in the Blackadder 2, 3 and 4 comedy series on Youtube. It’s hilarious stuff, I recommend everyone to watch it.

And I’ve discovered this wunnerful second-hand bookstore at Lot1, very near my house. Wandered in there on Saturday, after realising that the bloody library was under renovation. It’s quite an interesting little place, very musty and piled claustrophobically with all sorts of novels, classics, historical biographies, a copy of the Dead Sea Scrolls Bible (no joke.), and various comics. Then I found this lying on one of the shelves, got very excited, and consequently bought it for $6.50. Yerder!! :D
I expect to blow lots more cash there, as the holiday progresses.

“There is no exquisite beauty,” says Bacon, Lord Verulam, speaking truly of all the forms and genera of beauty, “without some strangeness in the proportion.”
-excerpt from Ligeia, short story number #2 in the aforementioned book

In which HP gets some Hot Leg.

2008-10-27T10:18:00.001+08:00

Getting high on some Hot Leg. This song is fast becoming my favourite rock-out track of the year. It’s highly anthemic, with a killer riff, and Justin Hawkin’s infallible falsetto. Glam-metal is so back! :D

Spent today at the most productive PW meeting thus far, nearly completing our presentation boards from scratch, and now they look kool. But very ex. Close to $80.00 in fact, omferg.

And Nickoo and I have just signed our Sundays away, from November till March. And we’ll be spending them travelling down to Sengkang, getting ourselves heavily trashed, and hopefully gaining some experience in the process, in the Winter League 08/09. So far, we’re the only 2 RJC Ultimate people who’ve signed up, whereas there’re already tons of ACJC-ians. So we shall try to convince more peeps to suffer along with us :D whee.

Now I have an ECP outing with Ed, Moose and Leo. Imma gonna turn positively burnt by the end of the hols I tell you, with Ulti trainings twice a week and now, this Winter League stuffs.

Off.

In which HP goes a step down from irate to plain annoyed.

2008-10-21T23:37:00.001+08:00

I just keep finding better and better stuff from this band. Take a listen.

And in daily news, the Battle for Just 1 More GP Mark: Round 2, has been lost. So I guess I have no choice but to deal with my shitty and utterly infuriating 69.

My moods are hilariously funny to watch these few days, been on my swearing spree and random ranting roll, much to Leo's amusement. Scowling also seems to be my default facial expression. SEE, see, it's all GP's fault.

But aha, there be training tomorrow. And that is the ultimate cure-all for feeling like crap.

Time to go over the hills and far away, then...

In which GP takes it in the mouth

2008-10-20T22:18:00.002+08:00

..and ends up with a bleeding crappy murderous 69.

I need to strangle someone. Specifically whoever marked my essay, and gave me a sad 30 marks. WHY SO LIDDAT?! Apparently I’m myopic and obviously feel very strongly about military power and might. Turf.

There goes my sole hope for an A this time round. Nubby cheesepie la. And I apologize for the disjointed, sweary and generally low-quality nature of this point, but imma positively fuming. Did worse than I would have liked, but expected such shittiness. In a fit of pissy anger, I have uninstalled my Wc3. So no doat till I calm down.

I promise a more coherent and readable post next time. For now though, I end off with a massive ARGHH!!! DD:

In which HP is quite fed up with Ah Pwop.

2008-10-19T23:20:00.006+08:00

Tomorrow holds great fun shiz in store, where I fully expect to die horribly for my Promo results. But please just let me get my B for History, so it’ll show I’m at least marginally good at something. Time to sit tight then.

Spent today in school making the giant storybook that we’re gonna use for our Pwop. Which happens to be just 2 more weekends away, and that is shitty near. Meanwhile procrastinate-ty thoughts continue to hover in the air, as described by Nicola Barker in Behindlings, “like an undernourished kestrel hopelessly scouring the scant grass of a busy central reservation whilst being perilously buffeted by speeding heavy goods vehicles.” Will need to find a way to get old Pwoppy back into the realm of immediate urgent thingums, instead of watching music videos and reading weird books.

Sleep beckons, and I am effingly le-tired. Regardless of tomorrow's results, I already know I'm going to die shittily, and all that remains is to see if I will reincarnate and pop back on Tuesday.

In which Peng Seng turns 17

2008-10-15T01:11:00.002+08:00

Happy 17th Birthday Seng-seng! :DD

Seng you'll have to pardon my woinky and rusty art & craft skills when you receive it tomorrow, for I haven't made a birthday card, at least not one via email, for quite a bleeding long time D:

In which HP realises that he used to play WWE TCG with AC Ulti #8

2008-10-12T22:20:00.002+08:00

I guess there’s something to be said about metal bands after all, since I’m completely addicted to Nightwish, in all its symphonic metal glory. I likes. Give the vid a go, if you’re open about your music tastes, and prepared to forgive the vid for being complete utter cheesepie.

GrabHuckScore was, for the lack of a happier descriptive, er... fun. It’s disappointing not winning any matches at all, but it was a huge mega-awesome blast. Managed my VERY FIRST FREAKING HAMMER ASSIST! Muha. And there was this other uber-cool thing that happened.

During our match with ACJC’s J2 team, I was marking their main handler. Then after I heard the other people calling him “Almeric”, there was this niggling thought that ehs doesn’t he look slightly vaguely just possibly familiar? HMM. And so I came to the blinding revelation that the dude was my bloody primary school bus-mate, whom I spent 2 years sitting next to and playing WWE TCG with. So now since Siyi’s told me that he asks whether I recognize him, I shall go and add him, and catch up on old times.

Grate fun shiz. Now back to my symphonic power metal.

In which HP is in a de quate. You know how those quates are.

2008-10-08T23:44:00.003+08:00

Swinging my moods, and it's all David Archuleta's fault. Narbei. Him and his "Do you catch a breath when I look at you."

And when I have to hang on just for a reply.

In which OP can go and lick my lambda.

2008-10-08T22:00:00.001+08:00

Life is fun when Math lectures are spent rubbishing and asking everyone whether they have lambdas or not. Somehow only Lee He and Yun Song can put innuendoes into Vectors.

SMU Invitationals this Saturday, and I'mma prepared to murderlise all those polytechnics, universities and HCI. Cos one of our teams would like to tell you to F.Y.M.G.A.D, while our other is OVER NINE THOUSAND.

Brilliant. Numerous inside jokes abound.

Meanwhile, I get high on this song. And she's so HAAIIIII, high above me.

In which HP is taken for a spin.

2008-10-05T01:39:00.000+08:00

After much discussion and observation of Ahleo’s actions, Moose and I have come to the conclusion that Leo is the penultimate shifty character. Even more so than me, which be quite a hard task to do. Thank la Leo, for putting that thought into my head. Now it’s just going to cycle round and round and round while I ponder over it more, and contemplate how something so simple can possibly be so bloody confusing and difficult to pull off.

And more so, when I’m the kind of person that is capable of spending long stretches of time thinking and second-guessing and third, fourth and fifth-guessing myself, this sort of thing will just nag at me incessantly. I should have a thought bubble with the word “PONDER” in it in huge boldface caps. Stuff nags at me, like Battle Hunger or some other damage-over-time spell, slowly gnawing away till I lose it. Never mind, we can all OCD together.

And ooh la, I’ve finally learnt how to palm mute. Fun stuff. Which finally means my attempt at teaching myself to play guitar isn’t completely flailing.

And I’m getting burnt. Trainings are back, and more hardcore than ever, now that we train at Bishan Park, where flies and insect thingies abound, and tons of tiny grass seeds stick to your sweaty arms and legs every time you do a layout, or in my case, a failed Greatest. And forgetting and not bothering to apply sunblock for the last two trainings is going to take its toll soon I presume.

PW beckons tomorrow, and no-one, no bloody one, should ever need to go back to school on a Sunday in the morning. Cheesepie la.

Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it
And I, and I need your soul because you’re always soulful
And I, and I need your heart, because you’re always in the right places
-Sway, The Kooks

hitler plays DOTA

2008-09-30T14:31:00.001+08:00

hohohoho. this vid is freaking hilarious.

I need your sway.

2008-09-30T13:35:00.001+08:00

Time to have a think about what to do now.

In which HP be spiralling.

2008-09-28T22:32:00.002+08:00

It has been an amusing week, all in all.

Managed to dodge past all the papers I guess, except Math, which completely and utterly floored me. So I shall now sit tight and hope like hell that my effort at Hist was enough to get me a B or better, so I might contemplate H3-ing it next year.

Interesting stuff on Wednesday while talking to Choon:
12.30pm – while in the library: “History is my bitch, and I shall own it upside-down.”
12.40pm – outside ISH: “History shall hopefully be my bitch”
4.10pm – after Hist: “History was my bitch to a large extent.”
6.00pm – at Ajisen, after contemplating that it might be too early to celebrate: “History just might possibly have a chance of being my bitch.”

Anyways, this week has been a first of many firsts. Went to Ajisen and Fish and Co. for the very first time, and I have to say both are VEH good.

And now that Promos are over, there are tons of stuff to do, the first of which be learning “Ooh La” on my guitar, then saving up enough money to buy this, which I luckily spied at Kino:
The Coheed & Cambria “No World For Tomorrow” complete guitar tabs and vocal notation. HOMG!!

In which it all comes down to how much you want it

2008-09-19T00:31:00.002+08:00

And I want it just so farking bad.

In which HP goes ape over Kirari

2008-09-17T00:10:00.003+08:00

Finally, a Jap actress to foam over after Promos. It's all Choon's fault for recommending Great Teacher Onizuka. Fwee :D

In which HP haz my grain.

2008-09-13T01:18:00.002+08:00

Ouch.

I'm not well in the suffering.

In which HP Panics At The Promo!

2008-09-12T00:48:00.003+08:00

Less than 10 days left. Let the grate fun shiz begin. With the recent lecture test, the prospect of passing Econs looks actually possible. Wowzors. Meanwhile, Math has met its peaceful demise, with little hope of it crawling back out of its grave to let me scrape a D. And now, I think I’m getting a fever go join my flu, and I can’t seem to sweat it out. I feel downright ill. Ferk.

I tried but I can't get through
I'm trying to get to you
But you’re difficult to reach
Won't you talk to me

'Cause I don't know where I'm going and I wanna talk
I feel like I'm going where I've been before
And I wanna talk
-Talk, Coldplay

Me current desktop pic, which never fails to cheer me up.

2008-09-09T01:57:00.000+08:00

chaque fois que tu t'en vas
you just bring me down
je pretends que tout va bien
so I'm counting my tears
till I get over you

In which HP has been innuended.

2008-09-08T02:07:00.004+08:00

The Freezebee competition on Saturday was quite hilarious, and very fun, although the organisers were horribly messy with things. Went quite nuts and did tons of layouts, and my very first full layout block (attempt) while marking the handler, which failed horribly, leaving me a great big scrape on my shoulder, which two long slashes among the huge mess of scarred tissue. And my left knee’s quite bad too, with grazes on top of scratches on top of gritty and sandy abrasions. I shall get myself a pair of Skins by year-end, hardcore frisbee is too painful to keep up.Poor died-ed knee. It's lucky my phonecam's so blur, so you all can't see the wunnerful texture of the multi-layered grazes.

Anyway, we eventually lost 3 matches, drew twice and won one. And we realised how unfit we all were, compared to all the hardcore teams from NYP and Sg Poly, which sent two teams each. And as an added bonus, SP’s teams, Zero Displacement 01 and 02, have quite a few good-looking female players. Hairbands, fbts, high soccer socks and generally fit bods work well together. XD XD lollox.

Because of the damn screwed-up point-scoring system, although we lost so many matches, we eventually made it through to the semis, because we had scored tons of points in our games. Which means although our opponents scored high points in their matches against us, they failed horribly in their other games. BUT THE DUMB THING WAS, it was only after we showered, and thinking we had already been kicked out (cos who the heck proceeds past group stages with so many draws and losses), then they came and told us we had gotten through. Waturf!!

So we just decided to let them have a walkover, since we were all quite sian of things already, and went off, because Burger King beckoned.

Walked past Tao Nan Primary School on the way there, and thought I would take this pic for Leo.
And now I finally a new disc: Presenting Innuendo, from the University of Pennsylvania. *whoopee*

In which HP takes a minute from dodging government agents

2008-09-05T15:41:00.004+08:00

Chrome's liability warning has just made my day.

In which HP wanna lick the wrapper

2008-09-05T01:14:00.003+08:00

Finally, I've figured out how to work the built-in webcam thingum. Wo0t.

And I’ve just realised the dreadful enormity of History that there is to read. Goodness. Just finished sorting out the massive stack of notes, and the three overflowing binders of notes now stand at an impressive 15cm. They demand reading, so in the course of the next few days, I shall burn them all, mix the ashes with water, and drink the lot. Go me.

Freezebee competition in two days, here’s to the gold medal that we’re gonna get. Just so simple worx. No fear.

17 days more, and I will not falter, for there are far too many wonderful things I want to do after Promos, to spend time worrying about results after the last paper on 26th September. So I shall murder Promos very definitively.

With your last breath of air
As the Earth comes trembling down

Would you give her this last night
The love of your life

Well, duh. Yes.

In which I'm not moving.

2008-08-31T23:51:00.002+08:00

Cos if one day you wake up
and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be
-The Man Who Can’t Be Moved, The Script

And my attempt at keeping to a timetable fails for the second day in a row. Instead of completing 4 topics of Physics a day, I’m down to a measly two. And now PW beckons, and being the Great Fantasmo Group Leader Winnage Dude that I am, I have to go troll through and somehow summarise 5000 words into 3000. But, as much I’m trying to stop procrastinating, I’m going to have to leave that to tomorrow. For the timetable says it’s time to sleep at 11pm, and now it be late. Shiz I’m going to have to make adjustments, I’m still giving myself too little time to do things. Either that, or I just fail at time-management. FAAAAIL.

And last week came with the realisation that Choon blogs like a MUD. A Multi-User Domain, an online word game. He lapses, just like me, into third-person narrative. How nice. We would make good storytellers of the Kingdom of Loathing.

Apart from the following events,

Tuesday: PW consultation
Thursday: Physics consultation
Saturday: FREEZEBEE competition

I shall not step out of the house, except for my morning jog. It be time to murder the promos.

In the meantime people, tune out to The Script. I just love this song. It shall be my favourite song of the month, and just possibly, for the entire year. Somehow, it brings the shared troubles of Moose, Ah-Leo and me to mind. Naight.

In which HP gets all brotherly

2008-08-27T01:21:00.002+08:00

I've decided that, after being influenced by various people around me who are the younger sisters of their respective elder brothers (erp it sounds weird), I think I shall get down to being a good elder brother. As such, after I settle the gargantuan task of the Promos, I shall help my sis ace her PSLE, and help her score grate high marks. After all, I have to convince her to go to RGS instead of NYGH, for the RG uniform looks ohsomuchbetter.

I can't wait for Friday, when we shall let loose for a few hours. And nice one Moose, who has finally come round to seeing the prettier things in life. What a glorious turnaround HAHAHHAH.

Brian Fantana: You're with us, Ron, what do you think?
Ron Burgundy: She... Sh... It's terrible. She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon.

In which HP has under a month to get sorted.

2008-08-24T00:25:00.004+08:00

We'll miss you Lee Qi, have fun in Canada, try not to get too imba at frisbee while you're there.

Did some random thing on http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp

As of 8/23/2008 12:21:14 PM EDT
You are 17 years old.
You are 211 months old.
You are 919 weeks old.
You are 6,434 days old.
You are 154,428 hours old.
You are 9,265,701 minutes old.
You are 555,942,074 seconds old.

Just had a ranting session with Moo and Leo, and we've come to the simple conclusion that life without either of them would be shit. I'm off to sleep, tomorrow I need to read Sloman.

In which HP fymgads it for the win.

2008-08-21T00:35:00.005+08:00

Quiz stolen from Eddie's blog, hohum:

Your view on yourself:

You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education

Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
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More high shit today, and camwhoring in front of Cafe Cartel after Lee Qi's farewell dinner.

The dudes setting up the FYMGAD (feemgaad) defense, which is completely unrelated to the farkiormardergoandai.
A verisimilitude of shoes, and Lee Qi's farewell gift - A disc from Cambridge Uni's Strange Blue team, courtesy of Dng.
The sole normal photo.
I said please don't slow me down
If I'm going too fast
You're in a strange part of our town...

In which we're both soul men.

2008-08-17T22:51:00.003+08:00

To paraphrase an article from the Rolling Stones, we’re both soul men. There’s a darkness in us that we both understand. I guess that could explain how we managed to get along so quickly. And what an opportune time, just when I needed people who could prod me into mugging.

And I’ve lost my Sony Ericsson earphone adaptors, which mean that for the last 4 days, I’ve had to go without music while travelling about. It feels less fun walking without some good shit like The Shin’s New Slang to accompany you. It’s all about the rhythm of the movement of the feel of the heel, say the Flight of the Conchords.

Shall see everyone in a few days, won’t have time to blog unless something particularly happening appears, for it be time to stick heads into mugs. Here's the other pic that Lee Qi took of me flying after IHC Frisbee. No it's not photoshopped, I just fly very low.

In which HP will be taking a 1-hour nap

2008-08-15T04:24:00.002+08:00

Look what bleeding time it is.

Just finished my term essay, and now, I'm past being tired. Seriously I feel like I could go on forever. I have the urge to experiment what not sleeping for 48 hours straight will do to me. But not today. Today i do 47.

Good morning, starshine.

In which HP imagines a rat / and subsequently confuses the shit out of everyone

2008-08-11T22:12:00.004+08:00

BECAUSE OF THE DESTABILIZING EFFECT THAT COMMUNISM BROUGHT ABOUT, IT WAS GENERALLY SUPPRESSED, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF VIETNAM, AS THE VARIOUS COUNTRIES EACH SOUGHT POLITICAL STABILITY, BITCHES!

SEA History is scary, and taking over my head.

In other news, hmmmmm.

In which HP begins to adapt to 4-hour nights.

2008-08-09T02:17:00.002+08:00

More late nights this week, notably Wednesday night, when I reached home at 7.00pm after math remedial and Pw in school. Then proceeded to complete my group’s WR, just steadily churning out tons and tons of text for close to 7 hours straight. It’s really trippy you know, just watching the hours flit past, and I’ve realised that there’s a pattern that follows staying up late:

At around 11 plus, your eyes start to burn and itch and become really dry, and you get the uncontrollable urge to rub them. You start dozing off repeatedly, and your brain sort of goes all woozy. But after you manage to break through this sleepiness barrier, you suddenly find yourselves completely awake. There’s this whoosh of clarity and calm that follows, and you can go on and on for hours without feeling the slightest bit sleepy.

I suppose that’s how I stayed up past 4.00am, and all through Thursday without feeling tired, not much. I guess. But then there was this horrible nightmare. I can’t stand it. When you have just two hours to sleep before you have to get ready for school, you should have to endure such a sad dream that you wake up nearly in tears. Accordingly, I shall keep mum about the details.

Now I need to sleep. Sometimes I just love my school, they’re just so generous with day-offs.

Another time, migos.

In which HP cannot seem to put a smile on his face.

2008-08-03T23:29:00.006+08:00

And this has just been about the most intense week I’ve had for quite a long time. Apologies for the uber-long interregnum (isn’t that just the coolest word, I love SEA notes XD). Semi-long post ahead.

There was the 4th Inter-JC Ultimate Tournament, where we slipped and missed the 1-2 placing Cat wanted so badly, and had to make do a 2nd-3rd placing. BUT STILL, it was a fantastic showing from Team B, especially since we had really low aspirations that morning. I remember discussing with Weekian, “hmms, lets try to win 3 out of the 4 games la.” And then we drew in our first match against CJC, and everyone was just about to start sliding into depression. But after some incredible intra-team encouragement, we somehow found the tenacity to blitz through every single round after that, all the way to a Bronze medal. So apart for a slight defeat (8-3 only larh) against RJ Team A, WE REMAIN UNDEFEATED WORX!! And the bronze medal shines so sweet.
And Cat developed a severe case of frisbee elbow. For the definition and cause of this illness, come ask me, or any of the frisbee peeps. Be prepared for some swearing, we still remain very touchy about the subject.

After the finals, everyone got all emotional, and mixed blood and mud with manly tears. (Seriously. Do not doubt me on this.) And then all was well.

IHC Frisbee was on Wednesday, and me, Wee Kian and Joseph were doing damn well for the first half of the group stage, owning MT and MR 5-1 and 7-0 respectively. Then suddenly we started playing horribly and lost to Cat’s BW team and HH 4-1 and 3-2. Personally I think I screwed up quite horribly. Instead of staying back and being the dump for Weekian, I kept chionging up, hoping to get hucks. Like that, Weekian had no choice but to do a risky huck, or try and get a throw out to one of the non-frisbee players. So we had quite a few turnovers like that, and sadly didn’t it out of the group stage. Such a bloody waste, and all cause we were overconfident. Shiz.

And then Friday came the Dark Knight. When I finally scrounged up enough time to go catch the show. And I have to say it did live up to all the hype. So Leo and Moose, you two absolutely MUST go see it. There’s this sense of dread and descent into madness that sort of permeates the entire film, and it weighs down on you. Very cool worx. And Weekian and I have decided that Huiwen is a crazy person to sit next to, or even in the same cinema hall, while watching a movie. She was laughing at completely random bits during the adverts, and during the show. Everyone will be really tense, then she’ll just suddenly chortle or giggle loudly for completely and utterly no reason. Gah D:<

And after searching through photo archives, I’ve unearthed this orientation picture of our OGLS Yihui and Nicktong with Oceana, who was doing a Joker for our OG dress-up during O’nite. On hindsight it bears a passing resemblance, hm.
Time to rush WR, which unfortunately is dam serious, don’t ask why so.

In which a storm is coming.

2008-07-25T23:16:00.002+08:00

And here we go. Gold and Silver for InterJC 08! Raffles Ultimate Team A and Team B for teh win!!

In which HP takes a stroll from fear through the eyes of madness

2008-07-21T23:24:00.003+08:00

Ze leenk again.

The next 5 days are going to be hellish. I’m completely hopeless when it come to dealing with nerves. I’m an incessant panicker, I can’t seem to help it. I’ll just sit down and think about Inter-JC, then how much I would like to win, then how much I would hate to screw up, andthenhowitwouldsuckawfullybadlyifiscrewedup, anditjustgoesonandonandoninmyhead, overandoveragain, until things start to go blurry, and I’m breathing far too quickly.

Went for my physio session at Tan Tock Seng today. My physiotherapist’s some really nice woman called Margaret, and she basically told me that I probably strained a muscle somewhere, and because I ignored it, the strain jus increased till it all the muscles finally spasmed and jammed up together, causing excruciating acute pain, like it did the Sunday before last. So I know have 30mins of back stretches and exercises to do every day, and honestly it helps, and it gives me 30 minutes to revert to good old introverted-ness. I really need that yoga session during PE this Wednesday, to calm myself down.

In better news, I bought a black Reebok nylon long-sleeved thingy, which is similar-ish to a bodysuit. But the thing had tons of frayed seams inside, so I’m going to exchange it for another one tomorrow.

And a growing tendency to play November Rain very loudly on the earphones is never a sign of sound mental health.

You think your days are uneventful
And no one ever thinks about you
She goes her own way
She goes her own way

She says she has no time
For you now
She says she has no time
-Keane

In which HP would like to place an order for extra mobility please

2008-07-20T13:26:00.002+08:00

And again, link for the vid

The current priorities:
1. Try to recover things.
2. Inter-JC (yes amazingly I accord this with lesser importance. I would seriously drop everything if the opportunity to solve the first priority presented itself.)
3. Plomos, which must be aced.

Number 2 will be solved in less than 7 days, whether I like it or not. The friendly match against SIM today was quite the eye-opener; I’m really struggling to recover in time. I can’t seem to get my cutting speed and jump height back. And with that the only way I contribute to team 2 has been heavily compromised. Kenasai.

Who would like to go interval training during protected time on Monday? I need to run, after nearly a week of almost no proper physical activity. I so badly would like to get a prize this year. And any puny bit of effort that I don’t put in during these 7 days will count towards the twelve months I have till InterJC 09 to regret why not.

How can I not even cry?
For such a big thing in my life
The pain it takes the part of me
Turn around and say goodbye

I want it back
Well yes I want it back
Yes I want you back
Please give it me back
'Cause I want you

In which Leo turns 17 / and HP finally clears out his head

2008-07-16T23:26:00.003+08:00

HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY AH-LEO!! Gee-al-heich-effs for the rest of the year. I shall make sure BB welfare gives you a belated card, seing that I'm now Birthday Initiative Co-IC.

Lawsoc visit to the Supreme Court was fun stuff. But everything's all high-techy now. Even the Court of Appeals, Singapore's highest court, both figuratively and literallly (seeing that it's on the 9th floor), looks thoroughly small and unexciting. I preferred the huge mahogany banisters and massive tables and high-backed chairs of yore, with golden-brown wood panelling everywhere. Now it's just a beige room with beige desks and swivelly chairs, with zero sense of awe or majesty, eeyer.

And after our tea session at the academy bistro with the Justices on Duty that day, I've been newly inspired and re-energized to hardcore for everythingz. In his wise words, when speaking to us about the benefits and rewards of landing a place in top universities like Oxford or Cambridge, "You're going to have to put in the same amount of timeanyway, regardless of which university you get into, so you might as well spend it with the best."

Seriously, what the heck's been preventing me from achieving my best so far, bloody hell. Today was a wonderful day for epiphanies.

In which HP winces the night away / and a curse for this town was all in my mouth

2008-07-14T21:36:00.003+08:00

Again, in case the vid fails

I live :D

Visit to the hospital went a lot better than I expected. Realised that the x-ray machine is some humongous imba machine that floats above your head, and looks thoroughly intimidating. The doc said there wasn’t much wrong with me, just a bad muscular sprain. So I was sent off with a physiotherapist recommendation and a veritable cocktail to swallow whenever the pain gets unbearable. And I got to spend hours just staring at the ceiling, being pushed around in those mobile bed things they have in hospitals, listening to Stone Gods, and contemplating shitty things that wouldn’t have been so shitty had I done stuff about them earlier.

Thanks to everyone for the get well soon messages, especially the very understanding frisbee peeps, I shall do my vely vely best to recover before Inter-JC. I’m just about dying to play again.

And in a fit of school-ponning panic, I read through and notated the Intl Hist notes, the latest Econs lecture notes, and two lectures of the SEA notes, from which I’ve removed the damn solid mega-stapler and dumped into a proper ring file, cos mega-staplers are bloody irritating.

And a twinge of regret about not joining O-team raises its head, and mournfully berates me. Oh how.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
-New Slang, The Shins

In which HP loves the RJ blazer to bits and can't bear to return it / and longing returns to roost

2008-07-12T23:15:00.003+08:00

UNAS seminar was really intellectual and enlightening, wowzors. I actually enjoyed myself there, despite falling asleep near the end of the day. But that wasn’t unreasonable okays! We had to sit in the auditorium for about 3 hours listening to all the cool speakers. Along with various associate professors, there was the EU delegate to Singapore, and the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of the Embassy of Brazil. Man I want to have “extraordinary” in my job title when I grow up, it just sounds so fantastic and mighty.

Then we had some community of inquiry workshop conducted by RGS girls, on the UN’s Millenium Development Goals. Sadly the entire discussion got mired around the definition of justice, so we didn’t get to progress very much. And we had lunch in the hotel’s Cantonese restaurant XD and the prawns were super, I ate about 5 I think.

Because of my bad back, I’m going to have to miss training and PE for the next week or so. Better to be injured and recuperate now, than be injured right before Inter-JC. That would be a bloody pain, in both senses of the word. For now, I get around with a slow hobble, and wince like hell whenever I stand up. For the pain is now CONSTANT. BLOODY CONSTANT!!

In better news, the Stone Gods’ debut album, Broken Bones and Silver Spoons, is finally out.

Well you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whispers "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"

In which HP is crippled much much,

2008-07-09T23:50:00.001+08:00

The new Puma Black-&-Golds (as henceforth they shall be known) feel great. Unlike my previous Nike ones which we half a size too small, my feet felt perfectly fine for the entire duration of training today, all 5-and-a-half hours of it. It has enlightened me on a few things:

-Team B is INCREDIBLE! All we need is to work more on co-ordination and get used to playing with the J2s, and we’ll be bloody unstoppable.

-We needs Dng. Without Dng as left handler, Wee Kian was left as our super saikang-warrior, having to chiong around madly grabbing dumps and throwing his super-godly hammers across the length of the pitch. And in 3 brief lines, I have managed to utterly confuse all the non-ulti people. Go google them if you people have time to spare, for it be a fantastic game.

-Caked mud on your palms turns to powder when you clap your hands. And it turns your hands and calves ORANGE.

-My back has been and gone. After many aborted layout-attempted out of fear that I would do something scary and irreversible to my back, along with a successful Greatest throw, the twanging pain in my back has now become a constant throbbing burn. I’m seriously considering ponning school tomorrow, if I find myself unable to get out of bed. As it is, I have trouble walking, sitting down, and even putting on my shoes. And the super chairs they have in the LTs aren’t helping.

ARGH PAIN SHIT KNN!!

In which HP slows down to a hobble, and flinches when sitting down.

2008-07-09T00:03:00.004+08:00

Backpain is back, and I've just been given a rude awakening. Time to wake up my idea. Promos approacheth, and hysteria begins to crawl.

D:

Went Queensway with Kenneth and Choon today to get a new pair of cleats. Right now, all I can think of is Black and Gold. Shit I have super taste in stuff.

Lawsoc interview went reasonably well I think. Eddie, Moose or Leo had better bloody an exco position if I don't. We need cool peoples in the exco. And while they get to go off for their Supreme Court visit next week and bond with ze other lawsoc-ers, I get to train, and nurse my murdered back.

And Kenneth manages to drag me and Choon into a horrible picture. Guys should never be caught in such situations. Evar. I remain heavily traumatised.

red green dark-blue

In which HP begins to panic at the disc, oh.

2008-07-07T00:06:00.003+08:00

Just in case the video fails again.

The stress is starting to get to me yet again, and the term has barely got its teeth in. Inter-JC's in less than 3 weeks, 20 days left to be bloody exact. And there's this humungous urge to beat the crap out of every other team there.

And to make things horribly worse, my cleats have just fallen apart. My burgundy-coloured Nikes died on me during training yesterday. That makes three pairs of shoes killed in the last two weeks, what fun. My 6-month-old Reeboks that have stepped amongst the muddy shores of Pulau Sibu, my bro's year-old Nikes that have been sitting in the shoe cupboard for a nong nong time, and most recently, my cleats, which have decided to expire at a most inconvenient time.

And my left knee chooses to sulk, and collude with my lower back in making the other parts of my life completely unbearable. No amount of silent cursing and threats to the both of them seem to be doing any good. Sigh.

And this is not the best time to start feeling preoccupied and pensive.

“Well you know what, you’ve got dream-boat eyes. Listen, you go right on wearing your glasses. I don’ think I want anybody else to see what gorgeous eyes you have.”
-Calvin O'Keefe, A Wrinkle In Time

In which HP has fallen asleep in front of the keyboard twice, and still has no idea for the title.

2008-07-04T23:52:00.003+08:00

I got in. Oh my.

Only barely more than 3 weeks left till Inter-JC, which means I barely have 10 training sessions left to get everything perfect, and learn to play well with the J2s in our team, almost all of whom I’ve never practiced with before at all. Cat wants his one-two finish with both RJC teams in the final, so we shall try much much.

Looking forward to training tomorrow morning. In fact, ulti trainings are fast becoming the only things I look forward to these days. It be brief respite, for the people there are the most non-judgemental, unassuming and close-knit bunch you will ever find, which is very cool for a CCA. Being at complete ease is becoming increasingly harder anywhere else.

The only thing that will keep me going on for the next few weeks will be the thought of getting that Number #2 jersey.

I don't know your face, no more..
...We might as well, be strangers,
for all I know of you now.
-Keane

In which HP hopes to get a fresh start on the semester, and get his revenge on the bloody CTs.

2008-06-30T21:36:00.001+08:00

*replaced video link (if it still screws up, here.)

I seem to have the instinct for finding super songs. So, in conjunction with my presently considerably mellowed-out and unhappy mood, following the death of the Physics CT marks, we have Augustana’s Sweet and Low. It sort of just flows over you, and it’s fun to just zone out to such songs on your earphones at unearthly hours, and have a good think about things.

Training today was the most hardcore I’ve ever seen, with an actual sense of recklessness and a strangely dangerous feel of desperate determination (aha, I alliterate). Everyone was doing super-fast blocks and cuts, with tons of crazy moves by everyone, such as Zhefei’s slide-tackle block that actually worked, and mad layouts galore. And also our dear captain tripping over his own feet while pivoting hahaha! XD and Zhangkai managed to get a cramp in his legs twice in 30 minutes, ow. But the entire thing was fun nonetheless, just shows we're starting to get panicky about Inter-JC. We’re all gonna wake up sore tomorrow.

LawSoc meeting tomorrow, whoopee, then will need to start chionging tons of PW stuff. And I am very determined to make up for this CT shittiness, and keep up for all my subjects this semester. And to paraphrase on of Pengeh’s lame attempts at jokes, become at AAAA battery for Promos, hohoho :D Ergh. I can just imagine all the thousands of brain cells dying, while you all read this. Apologies dear readers :)

hold me down, sweet and low,
little girl,
hold me down, sweet and low,
and i'll carry you home.

In which HP layouts

2008-06-28T23:06:00.002+08:00

How did 5A class outing go? How did 4L07 class outing go? How did frisbee outing go? I need people to tell me, because my parents forbade to go for any bloody one of them. Ferk. I feel shitty for pangseh-ing everyone.

I have got to learn those tabs for Jenny Don’t Be Hasty. Paolo Nutini sounds like John Mayer, but more unique, and with a Scottish accent. It’s calming stuff, after spamming all that prog rock. Had training yesterday, it was the usual exciting and exhilarating fun-ness. And I did my very first layout roll woohoo! :D I realised it’s just one of those situations when you have complete faith in the extent of your abilities, when you suddenly realise you dare to just layout for the disc, and just do whatever comes naturally to you. ERGH I CAN’T STAND THE WAY I’M WRITING, it sounds so faux-inspirational. But it felt great, such a rush manz. I wish someone had video-ed it.

I have the urge, just on the complete whimsy, to buy a Stanford Bloodthirsty disc. Whoop-de-doo :D just the name itself is so coolios.

Things to do, sigh I can’t stand it:
-PW (we’re lagging tons, with all our conflicting hol schedules and stuff)
-Promo mugging (who’s kidding anyone)
-and Welfare wants their birthday proposal

And added to that, for the hopefully FINAL FINAL TIME, team trials are next week. After about 4 false alerts and cancelled sessions, this had better be it. Time to chiongz for that Inter-JC team spot.

Ergh, and school starts again, like some annoying pet that constantly nips at your heels, and pisses the hell out of you. But somehow you just need it to be around, for it does have its good points, and you welcome its presence again after a long absence. I guess it’s tolerable in small selective doses. And so you deal by giving it a huge kick every once in a while, and it’s fine.

And happy birthday, you.

In which HP loves the fringe benefits of taking a strange combi like PHME

2008-06-26T00:02:00.004+08:00

All my papers are over!!

Please indulge me, I only have like 10 hours left to gloat over the sad sacks who take Chem(no offence), and 15 for the people wittering away at their Litter. And in the crap-bin are Leo and Moose, who have BOTH :D GLHF! Don’t die on us. Anyway, as for those who take Bio or the other assorted subjects taking place on Friday, HAHAHAH!!

Only S05A and 5B have this wonderful opportunity, and rightfully deserved summoar, since we had the horrible experience of taking two papers on Tuesday. And now as a result of the cramming that had to be done because of that shitty CT schedule, there’s the incredibly realistic prospect of getting something like CUBES for this CT. Ferk. Goodbye to sweet departed Maths. But it don’t matter no, cos I’ve got U.

D: D:

Now I need to go celebrate for the rest of the night, while everyone else is busy stuffing things into their brains, by doing something so amazingly exciting that it just makes me wan to weep. Peedoubleyou is the shiz. And to make things worse, now a total of 2 pairs of incredibly powderful shoes have been destroyed by playing Frisbee on concrete. So now I have no choice but to wear the Converses, till I get a new pair of trainers.

The Darkness, who get me on a permanent high. Roar