Me : Mm..it’s gotta be what.

Adult : … huh?…

Me : As in, I wanna be what. What’s are important. No expectations, no responsibility. No money either, but compared to the other choices you just mentioned…

Or Whats are important, they drive liberty, freedom and choice in this world.

Na- nana – nana, Na - nana – nana

 Wind me up, turn me down, put me out and watch me go-o (nana – nana, Na – nana -nana)

I’ll be running circles around you sooner than you kno-ow (nana – nana, Na – nana – nana)

Cos it’s easy, once you know how it’s done

You can’t stop now it’s already begun,

You feel it, running through your bo-ooones

And you JERK IT OUT

- Jonathan Tan, Vice president of Council and King of the Dance floor, singing for us when the music wasnt working -

The laughter of holding hands and falling over your Dance Partner

- Heyy, Weekian! Remember me? XP WE TOTALLY TRASHED EACH OTHER DURING WAR-GAMES (the one where we had to hold hands and stick chop-sticks into the “pots” of other houses)

Daniel co-OGL, Branden Chen, Wee Kian, Lynn, Haran, Arul, Hoongyan, Kwok Hao, Deborah, Rozanne, Farizan, Krystal, Kai Cheng, Ben yong, Hazel, Elissa Low-low, Leonard,

Wang Ye, Yu Zhou, Shi Hui.

Rollerblading in Pasir Ris and me falling flat on my ass a million times, in the grass, over the sand, tripping over tree roots, laughing stock of the day as usual, when am I not? Kai Cheng the pro-iceskater showing off his figure-of-eights on rollerblades…I ended up “lompang-ing” Weekian who was “lompang-ing” Branden on a bike…Branden complained that both of us were fat heavy cows, my legs slid sideways, I fell and dragged Weekian down and he “sat” very heavily on the back wheel of the bike…then the three of us toppled over.

Weekian : “my…ass…feels like it’s gonna split into two….T_T”

I was cheated by you, and I think you know when ~~~ ~~~~~

So I made up my mind, it must come to an end ~~~ ~~~~~

Look at me now, Will I ever learn, I don’t know how,

But I suddenly lose control, There’s a fire within my soul

Just one more and I can hear the bell ring

One moment and I forget everything

O-o-o-oh mama Mia! Here I go again!

My my! How can I resist ya!

Lenny the HH Housecaptain ROARED! Like a bear!

MT sizzling sizzling hottttttt

I’d never felt so much House Spirit before.

Boom! Shake Shake Shake the Room! Tick, Tick, Tick, BB!!

BB barbeque! (yuck!)

Hey – what’s the big idea?!

Yo-ooo Mika! (-ba! Boom-ba! Boom-ba-boom-boom-ba!)

Ah ~(-ba! Boom-ba! Boom-ba-boom-boom-ba!)

Oh ~ (-ba! Boom-ba! Boom-ba-boom-boom-ba!)

Say suckin’ too hard on yer lollipop girrrrl, love’s gonna getcha down!

Suckin’ too hard on yer lollipop ooooh, love’s gonna getcha down!

Suckin’ too hard on yer lollipop girl, love’s gonna getcha down!

Suckin’ too hard on yer lollipop oohh, love’s gonna getcha down!

Hey girl, hey girl, love’s gonna getcha do-o-own!

Hey girl, hey girl, love’s gonna getcha do-o-own!

Oompa Loompa costumes, camping out for dinner at the void decks of Bishan Flats, going home late, cutting an Awfully Chocolate Cake at 11pm on the last day of Orientation.

Shi Hui, Yu Zhou, Wang Ye.

Watcha gonna be, T-E-A-M- TEAM!

How are you guys now?

Meet 10s03N. Biology Raffles Academy, and mugger filled to boot.

1st impressions couldn’t have been more wrong.

MJ : idiotic loud mouthed Jap-wanna-be brat. Screamed like a maniac Zannn-channn!! 

Wilnard : “My name is very unique. Nobody else has it.”

Shaun : O-oo he looks like … a pale disembodied skeleton! Plus he used to carry that huge black bag with his laptop! Was quite fascinated by his voice and used to link it to a picture of c-3PO with a cold. Nasal, is what I thought of… Odd little scrawny geek thing.

Yi Liang : Nothing much. Confused him with Gilbert once or twice.

Gilbert : Confused him with Yi Liang once or twice. Memorable statement after spoonerism : “Yes, I tend to confuse my words, sorry. My father sometimes does that too so maybe I inherited his genes… … I mean, yeah. Something. Like. Yeah.”

Chloe : … hey. Is that my pri 2 classmate? Stars above, no change, no change. Petite (not short, not short) neat and prim and tidy. Thumbs up, Yo! We of Sng Lily’s 2.5!

Zong Yi : … hey. Scrawny judoka with frenchfry hairdo (The waves in his hair are like the ridges of frenchfries) grew! Not much though. Heard he was vice head prefect and voted Handsome Lim.

We got the Lim without the Handsome.

Jie Jun : Tall guy no. 1

Kevin : Tall guy no. 2. Until Victor Lee MSN-ed me (in pink font!!) “Do you know who this Kevin Kwek is? I am rather disturbed. His MSN address is : Meow meow meow!!! Sure it enough, it was. Was it me who gave Kevin the Hamtaro nickname?!

Victor : Jap wanna-be, and business man extra-ordinaire. Note to self. Do not do business with.

Zan : Jap wanna-be too. Third of the happy-three-jap-loving-friends.

ChenYang Masha : Nice kid. Voice like a squeaky windshield wiper.

Ying Chao : Prettiest of our lot. Wish I had hair like hers. Thick poofy and … thick poofy. Gosh, wonderful!

Aaron Tiong : Grin like a chesire cat. Fading, winking, leering, sneering, smirking, fading, growing, fading, winking, cackling a-sakasha-a-swashfalla like old man Rafiki from Lion King.

Tryphena : Well hey. Remember me from sec 4?

Rachel : Well hey… oh no. I could never tell girls apart when they’re below a certain height! Long hair in ponytails, check. Cute shoes, check. Two eyes one nose one mouth, check. Hang around together, check. Both demure and neat and tidy, check…

Oh dear! What a to-do. I can’t tell them apart!

Mrs Shen : “Of course you will all get your As for biology, because you are all in Bio RA. If NOT – !!!” Silence is

Potent.

Shaun and I turn up for Lit lesson in a LT where there are no other students and no teachers. We stare each other and I say, “help!”

First Lit Lesson : I am introduced to the mousey wonder named Joshua Tung.  

Speedy Gonzalez (speedy Gonzalez) Why dont you come home! (home! home!)

Speedy Gonzalez (speedy Gonzalez) Why dont you leave me all alone! (high voice stuff)

Na, na na-na na-na-na-na-na, na na-na na-na-na-na-na, na na-na na-na-na-na-na!

Round ONE : Chiang Cheng Chai VS Samantha Prakash.

1 HIT K.O. (Dooooommmmm)

Round TWO : Chiang Chieng Chai VS Lim Puay Miao

1 Hit KO!

Kevin makes a list of girls to chase, catch and… well, he’s still on the chase, and we’ve all lost count of the girls, haven’t we?

Wilnard markets himself as a monger of rumours and gossip!

Batch of Otiero, wither thou gost, my heart shall follow

We discussed pigs, and dogs.

“What the heck is a pig dog?!”

We walked a few km just to relieve ourselves.

Talk about Outward Bound.

Was good overall. ‘Cept we dumped the leftovers which could have tided me through the As….nah. Too dangerous.

Could’ve been worse.

You there the blue big bad wolf, we all hope you still enjoyed it

First day of love never comes back. A passionate hour is never a wasted one.

Wa-wa-wait, people are debating over the screening of R21 films in the heartland? …Oh, harsh, harsh. Ain’t nothin’ like having pornography blown up to the size of a theatre screen when your internet’s lagging and you don’t have privacy at home to do what a man’s gotta do. You might even get a good storyline if you’re lucky.

This reminds me of the time I watched Troy in Malaysia and found out that it was censored. The few million Malaysians out there who didn’t get the unclothed scenes of Greece’s most formidable warrior must have felt really chaste and sanitized by their protective media.

This is how Elang Teaches Maths.

“Step 1. Then, Step 2. Step 3. Step 4…”

This is how Zongz Teaches Maths.

“STEP ONE. STEP TWO. STEP THREE. STEP FOUR…”

This is how Penard Teaches Maths.

“Step 1 part 1 point A subpoint 1, Step 1 part 1 point A subpoint 2, Step 1 part 1 point A subpoint 3…” 

This is how Hamtaro Teaches Maths.

“Step 1. It’s all very simple and easy, this is a very big clue, and from there it’s super obvious, very clearly, it’s all very straightforward from here, and clearly that’s all there is to it. Hence, Step 20.”

I am very sad.

Dear Diary,

Why am I so stupid?

MJ’s bio is better than mine. Hamtaro’s chem is better than mine. Elang’s math is better than mine. Everybody else’s math is also better than mine. If I were to go down and ask the coffee-shop auntie, her maths would also be better than mine. Even if I don’t ask her, I know her math is better than mine because I always end up expecting the wrong amount of change when I buy things from her. I can’t even keep track of my money properly. My life is full of angst and depression. Maybe I have gratuitous amnesia when I start doing maths. There would be no difference in the results obtained anyway. Worse, Zongz keeps making me do housework. My life is full of wrong maths and unfinished housework.

Dear Diary,

Superman Lee keeps going on about his Ferraris and Rolls Royce’s. I know he is lying, because he asked me for money on Teachers’ Day, and he asked miss China-to-be for a high ranking position in one of China’s many companies. If you own Ferraris and Rolls Royce’s, you wouldn’t be asking favours of a tycoon-to-be’s wife-to-be, you’d be hobnobbing with high rollers at the Venetian.

Dear Diary,

This is Hamtaro’s strategy:

“I’m not going to sleep till I finish this paper.”

This is my strategy :

“I’m not going to do this paper till I sleep.”

Dear Diary,

This is what mama Hamtaro tells Hamtaro:

“You need to study harder! Everyone is studying very hard! They are all  going to do better than you!”

Hamtaro : “… …”

“You need to study harder! Everyone is studying very hard! They are all studying harder than you!”

(open Hamtaro’s mind ) – Fattyma in library at 1pm : Reading Garfield comics.

Fattyma in library at 2pm: sleeping

Fattyma in library at 3pm : continuing with Garfield comics

Fattyma in library at 4pm : ”I WANNA EAT LET’S GO CANTEEN”

Hamtaro : “…sigh…” (close Hamtaro’s mind)

Dear Diary,

Vitamin C doesn’t stay in my body when I want it to. It goes into my throat and comes right out.

On the other hand, water stays in my body when I don’t want it to. It goes in one ear and doesnt come out anywhere. That’s how I have one stuck ear now.

Also, I have just eaten 650 calories worth of M&ms. This is even worse than when I ate a 500 calorie Mcflurry with Shaun, because my ears were stuck and I could only taste from the side of my tongue wtih the unstuck ear.

Dear Diary,

Hamtaro says that if my ears don’t became unstuck soon, it probably means I have sinus and that I’ll have to take medicine for it.

Is the closest thing to corporeal evidence one gets for faith,               each minuscule drop of Hydrogen-2-oxygen shuttled through space-time-infinity and air pollution-particles till it reaches, astonishingly enough, into your palm with a cold soft plop and dies.  

I stood on the linkway outside the school library and watched people hurry through in the rain with a hand over their heads, as though that would protect them. Wind distorts relative time. the trees that are four stories high and as thick as my arm sway with long, slow undulations, the leaves beside them flutter like buffeted moths, and the shrubs move at an intermediate speed of their own. One would think the disagreeable time frames displease, but no it is actually all very much in tandem like dot-cross-dot-cross twinkling of stars when you look up, and even the step-twist-turn-flare of a sensuous rhumba and above all it is the million quick taps of raindrops connecting into a long, diffuse waterfall from heaven.

Would you do it with me?

Would you change the stars?

The biodiversity pond is much bigger viewed from the top than from the side - the fern and shrubbery spill quite majestically over their little manmade ledges, and the fish are settling quite complacently into luminous vase-shapes. This is the time when heterosexual couples, if they are new, look at each other for assurance before they dart out into inch high puddles, and if they are not new, they look at the rain and say, let’s wait. That is how relationships develop, wet splotch by wet splotch on their uniforms, keeping a soaked-shoes-and-runny-gel-pen-ink-over-tutorials memory.  Into the rain they go holding square box files over their heads, in they go, together – wanting to hold hands.  

Would you do it for me?

Turn loose the heaven within?

I’ve had better before, knee deep in mud, chasing motorbikes, arms outstretched, with my first ever, challenging thunder, screaming and ignoring the “come in now!”

Psh. No one matters except you and I and the One Above.

And yes, I still think of you! Always only for you.

I will be here, don’t you cry.

From me to you, with all the sincerity of my being, worth nothing but sorrow. Oh my heart! Oh my soul! How could I have been such a blind bleeding fool, and now? 

Oh Lord. Please please please please please. Keep my dearest most beloved safe, healthy, and happy!

Please forgive me for everything!

In this time of peace and stability rose the terrorists of progress: the Transitionals. Coloured, defiant of conventional electron subshell energy, and known for multiple oxidation states, the Transitionals contained vast catalytic potential.

Many of the Transitionals were known by sight. But most infamous and deadly amongst the transitionals was a name that even the other transitionals seldom mentioned – hexacyanoferrate.

Amongst them, known simply as thus : blood red precipitate.

Dark, brooding, and deadlier than the plague.

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Search Engines give me pictures of blood cells when I search for “blood red precipitate” .

That, dear reader, is how lethal that transitional is.

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Don’t you know, we’re so close, so close, to growing up forever? That very concept irks me inside out. Grow up, responsible, mature, income tax, revenue, OH and not to mention, marriage - “natural, biologically inbred instinct, maternal desires, the need to love others over yourself, the drive to love and care unconditionally” – pishposh yes, I’ve heard that before! – “God meant for women to experience wifehood and motherhood, God meant for women to get married and give birth, to love and to submit. Guys are meant to head the family and to lead.” 

- whoawhoawhoa.

STOP right there.

Let me just state up front that I detest writing on lined paper, (including foolscap), and that my love eating raw ginger, and also, that when I rate guys on scale of hotness, the most important aspect is this : 1. Badness factor.

Incidentally, when I was a kid, I crushed a real, life guy, and when I was around 10 to 15, I crushed Legolas and Aragorn, which are not real life but still acted by real life guys, and now that I’m 18, I’m nuts over an animated character – the point being, that the older I grow, the more immature I get, the more unlikely my expectations become,

Marriage, motherhood, (fatherhood?) ??

??

“But childbirth is miraculous!” goes the universal cry.

um, well. I guess it’s only me who finds the idea of rearing SOMETHING ELSE within my stomach a little…nauseating.

So how’s this for an answer?

“Oh, you know. Tattoos, piercings. Wouldnt say no to underground affiliations. Hung like the bells of Notre Dame. STD free, of course.

Oh yes, as a bonus, the more the merrier, three’s a hot and gorgeous crowd… oh, and did i mention I’m a fan of roleplaying and character fantasies? Here, lemme show you this pic…Grimmjow Jagerjeaque, Sexta Espada Extraordinare, note the attention to kinky detail, like the jaw bone and stomach hole, the smokinnn eyess…”

I mean, really. What are they expecting, tall, rich, and handsome? Kind and virtuous? Puh lease.

How about “I believe in celibacy. that is, lifelong, not premarital.” Yes, that would shock the heck out of all the women.

And anyway, the thought of canty little Shorn Double-Ee springing around going “Coitus Interruptus! “

Zoomie says :

“Rule is : One stick per fantasy.”

“When ya doin it, you dont think. Which is why people end up doin it in the first place”

I dont think?!

Well yes I’m supposed to have sworn off this multiple times but yes, the big big union should remain ONLY in my mind, where I have control over it, and it’s not involving me but brutal, deranged vampires.

Hell yeah.