Day Lockheart

I managed to grab an hour of sleep before I made this blog-entry, but that happened on a bus. Shawn told me that I could take Bus 173 directly to Clementi Bus Interchange but… he forgot to mention that it was a one-hour ride. Normally, I would have taken the train which would take me 15 minutes (the maximum traveling time) instead.

Yesterday we headed to ECP, and then to Shawn’s house for a bonding session - 1 table, 4 people, mahjong. I can’t figure out how adults can withstand the weary eyes and brain-deadness through the night. And that green lucky chip, that was our 2nd inside joke for the night.

East Coast Park

We were very unlucky. I’ll never attend outdoor activities unless I check the weather beforehand. It looked all so sunny and windy, but it started pouring as we were halfway through cycling and skating.

Shawn lost his wallet, but kind souls came knocking on his door close to midnight to deliver his lost package. Lucky luck lucky~ Ahahs. As always, there’s tons of photographs.

#1. Shenn!

#2. Shawn!

#3. Melissa!

#4. Munkit!

#5. Me!

Melissa wanted to suntan… while waiting for the bus.

Shawn enjoys taking photographs everywhere.

China doll and Shenn.

The sandcastles were so beautiful, really picturesque.

Here’s a close up of the sandcastles!

Having lunch here is something we don’t do every now and then.

Spastic.

Fashion-stage? The walk?

The Twins Effect: Special - Kidnap!

If we had took the train, I bet it would be in the suspicious articles list.

Back in Secondary School, guys really hate to have their birthdays on weekdays, and non-public holidays. Birthday bashes can be real horrifying, cause you always go home bruised.

On Friday, STOMP introduced me to a whole new meaning to ‘Birthday Bash.’ Or rather, ACJC did. The victim’s best friend (ahem) uploaded this video to the world, which eventually led to me watching it and sharing what I’ve learnt =)

ACJC says the student who was tied up to a chin-up bar, with cake stuffed in her face and humiliated in school, was not bullied, and that it was all just a part of a birthday celebration between good friends.

Read the rest here.

So how do you celebrate a friend’s birthday? Here’s a quick guide, as referenced to the video:

Bring Her Down

Tough love. Gives a whole meaning to ‘I will carry you.’ Putting up with the struggle must have been tough, but just like any kidnappers would, their satisfaction is always their motivation. They draw strength from desires.

Tie Her Up

If you have the opportunity, run for it. As friends, you should have thought of this, and hence, the ropes/strings. But, it is pervertic somewhere along the line.

P.S: Her underwear flashed a few times, and they got it on Youtube anyways since her best friend must have thought it didn’t meant much.

The BDSM

This also known as the ‘confession of love’ or the ‘love treatment.’ Pour milk, smash cake, anything to do with dairy products, just ‘give’ it to her. With all the strings attached and stuffs, it really does look… stimulating suggestive. What happened after this, was a teacher/principal passing by and yea, he’s pretty cool with it. This is the kind of teaching staff who is likely to bond well with students, or trying to do so.

So any students who have took their O’ Levels this year and wish to go to any prospective JCs that will promise you fun, excitement, camaraderie, love, best friends, and a exotic birthday celebration, you know where to head to!

P.S: The fact that I was able to post screencaps of the video, means that I have the video. The thing about the web is, whatever you have taken down, does not necessary fall into your hand. Google for it =)

An hour or so ago, my aunt came over and because she is the last person among the family members who graduated from University, there was this urge to ask her things concerning studies and the life after education. I think she is 24 or 25-year old. Gotta verify with my mom. And she works at P&G OMG.

The only subjects we had in common in JC, were math and economics. And the grades for those subjects are on opposite ends a stated in my year-end report card.

Math - A(wwwwesome)
Economics S(ucks)

The talk with her, coincides with the thoughts I had earlier today. My attitude towards Economics was fervent, even before I came to JC. The grades became worse. Term by term. I can totally relate it to Additional Math I took in Secondary School. I love it, but I sucked at it. But Mr. Liew was a great teacher, it was a major contributing factor to that A I got for that subject in O’ Levels.

So how did I bounce back then? I really cannot stand my economics tutor, and I have been saying that she can’t teach and stuffs, which led to my sucky results. It’s an excuse, how can I blame anyone? If it’s okay, and if time allows, I want a change. Less than a year from now, it is A’ Levels. Big thing, baby.

Gravity pulls me down. Laziness pulled me down. Excuses kept me down. Guess I will just take the stairway to climb back up. I won’t bounce to the top, but I think this part of me wants to climb to the top.

Perhaps I haven’t found what I’m looking for. Whether I have made up my mind career-wise, or not, I will still be stuck with the same subjects for the next year. Instead of thinking too much, it would be better to improve myself… I will have more choices open to me. And that is simply awesome.

The phrase ‘no point crying over spilled milk’ is the perfect motivation for today. If not, the best self-consolation line I can come up with right now.

The truth is, my 250GB hard-disk crashed. Farewell to all the photographs taken during the past 4 years, and my awesome series of How I Met Your Mother (1,2,3) and You’re My Destiny, and all my PSD files, and my blogskins, and some insignificant non-pornographic videos.

So in a way, it is a bad day for me. Baaad day. But it isn’t all that sad I guess, just a pity to lose all those visual memories. I guess they are better off kept in my head from now.

But still… damn it.

It is 2AM and here I am, thinking about money. Okay, money is involved, but that is not the main concern. I would love to have lots of money, honest, just like most other people. It is being rich, and wealthy.

Whenever I come across people who are wealthy, I will be like “woahhh, cooool. Now gimme some.” Ignore the last sentence, because it’s just in my head. I have friends who are wealthy, and they have tons of stuffs I will never have. It’s not jealousy, it’s just, envy.

But when I really think about it, it comes down to “hey, he’s not wealthy at all, it’s his mom and dad! He didn’t earn those money with his hands, he took them!” Self-consolation, whatever. I’m still envying.

Becoming Wealthy

So I thought about myself. My parents ain’t wealthy, neither do I (duh, if I’m more wealthy than my parents at this point of time, then I must be some teen-celebrity which I’m not). So how can I become wealthy? Hmmmm…

(a) Rob a Bank (Risk Level: High, and never gonna happen)
(b) Get laid by a wealthy woman and marry her (Possibility Level: Low, but I wouldn’t discount it)
(c) God will do something about it (… Nah, totally ridiculous)
(d) Lottery woot! (1 in 600,000 chance of winning, that’s one of the few useful things I learn from classes)
(e) Study well, get a degree, get a good job, pray that I’ll get promoted, promoted

Choice E seems reliable. Down to earth, convincing, pragmatic… that’s like everybody’s road. And not everybody is wealthy these days… or are they? 6.7 billion people, 70-80% can read or write, and excluding the young, the unemployed, the retired, the born-wealth, the already-wealthy, how many people are actually wealthy by taking choice E? In fact, I bet choice E is just for ‘I’m happy to pull through everyday with a salary just enough to feed my family.’

The Verdict

So yes, I made a resolution about being wealthy:
Basic requirements: Salary just enough to pay the bills, and a portion to get me something new every month.
Optional, but necessary: Freetime to hangout.
Optional, hopefully possible: 2-3 leisure overseas-trips (does not include Malaysia, or Sentosa for that matter)

I may not become wealthy, who knows, I hope I will. But I sure can make myself feel richer even if I’m not wealthier. Just need more pranks to play, more jokes to share, they enrich my life.

Probably you’d be taken aback by the sudden amiss of long posts, long list of links (which most are broken, and never fixed) and archives which dates back to… 2005?

Rationale

The first thing I felt I should do when I crawled up from my bed, was to clean up my blog. The easiest way to pack things up, is to clear everything. It works, man, and here we go - nothingness.

I realized I have been blogging about my life a lot, and that is the point of having a blog… at least for me. And sometimes about the life of others, humiliating others in a more than humorous way. And that ain’t changing (sorry, victims). But, like what people say, the past is the past. I back-up the entire blog into my local hard-disk which will be… mummified. Literally.

Secrets: Journal V.S Blog

There has been times I wanted to keep a journal. I know, a guy keeping a little diary is so… like a little girl. But hey, I’d hate it if people suddenly come up to me and say “Man, you are such a loser. I read your blog and you didn’t manage to even [insert a stupid failure I've made, for example, date a nerd].” That sucks, totally.

But the idea of a journal is still, girl. I tried writing one, no, a few journals. What became of them, is 90% of the pages intact because of my inconsistency to keep secrets. Now you know, why I blog. Secrets of others, aren’t entirely secret if you know them. In case somebody tells you a secret, and you told somebody else, there can only be these reasons:

1. Slip of tongue (Your fault)
2. Trying to hook up a conversation (if it is successful, it isn’t your fault)
3. Want to blog about something (for public interest, forgivable)
4. To impress a girl (entirely not your fault)

But in case you wrote in a diary/journal/girly-books, and people find out about those secrets because you left them lying around or something, you’re so awesome. Loser.