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A whirlwind day today. Sure, I was happy for getting good marks in my Speech test, but what followed wasn't pretty. While reading the speech to the class, I actually 'zao sia' (lost my voice) and had to clear my throat abruptly, much to the laughter of the class. Well, glad to be of assistance. To the boredom, I mean.

I realised something. The benefit of doubt is something we can only dream of acquiring in my class as ambiguouity between the relationships of males and females is seemingly impossible to achieve.

Well, short post to just update on my recent thoughts, my parents are screaming at me to get off the computer already. Going out to Geylang, to satisfy my...needs. Oh my, I'm talking about my hunger pangs, I mean. Supper. Stop that all you pervertic lowlifes! God knows what I'll see there.

"Oh respected deities and all, shield my eyes!"

Me and my dearest friends were just talking about sweet recollections from our primary school life, and man were they just awesome. That familiar serenade, brings back lingering memories... (Sounds familiar? Look at the top of your screen.) Indeed, the serenade being the chatter of your friends, memories being the times from the past you now longed for. Anything could be music, as long as it evokes emotions in you. I missed the 6H guys, and the crap we all did to annoy Ms Ho. I remembered how much we hated that form teacher of ours, but ended up treating her as an elder which we very much respect. That batch was the most gossipmonger-ish class I've ever seen, rumours abound like flying daggers. In a way that was enjoyable too, I guess, if you weren't the subject of talk. That wasn't for me, unfortunately, as I was the subject of MUCH talk expecially during P6. As for sports, I was considered just average even back then, but I definitely missed the sessions of chapteh we enjoyed together. Those were great bonding times...

Now for a few more notable friends... All of the boys were great, girls too, of course. But Shahir, is one of those who have left a 'deeper impression' on me. I can still vividly recall the time we were practising for Inter-class soccer back in primary school. Because that was also the time when Shahir actually temporarily 'deballed' Zak. Even got Zak swearing and screaming whatever kind of curses you could think of. I got into trouble with a lot of girls (hey, don't think dirty here), the most notable being the time when I got fed up with Dai Qian's hair scattered all over my table when she laid back. She was sitting in front of me, you see. So one fine day, with the aid of my handy scissors, I snipped her hair off. Just a little, mind you, I wouldn't have the time and keratin to pay her back if she loses a whole patch of hair just like that. Speaking of Dai Qian, I'm reminded of Ryan. He was considered my best friend during P6, talked with him about everything under the sun, girls, studies and all. Until PSLE came and he went to Presbytarian Secondary...

Anyway, I've learnt that what's gone is gone and it's more important to treasure what you have at the present moment. But truth to be told, I wouldn't have the personality or skills I have today without the shaping touch of primary school life. Frankly, around 3 quarters of the life lessons I've learnt came from there.
~So, this is to Class 6H 2006 and to all that have helped me become a better person. Cheers!

-'Appreciation speech', ending transmission.

Hmm, just feeling like reminiscing on the past today. Especially since I discovered how happy I was to talk of my primary school life. My conclusion for memories are, 'Memories are what keeps us going most of the time, but they can also be obstacles to overcome.' Of course, what I'm referring to here are good and bad memories. To those who are still treasuring happy memories of the past, continue keeping them. However, for those who have persistantly stored memories which have bogged you down continuously and stopped you from moving on in life, drop them, seriously, forget it and start afresh.

Back to the present, got back my Physics test early in the morning. I passed right on the dot. English period was left vacant today. Killed my time by having a 'heated debate' with Joan. I won it in the end afer she started bashing me out of frustration, haha. Since I was the one who got physically hurt, could it be considered that I actually lost? Oh well.(Joan is an entertaining person to argue with ^^). Got an average mark for M.T during M.T period after recess. And now, I gotta rush back to RP Project work...

~ 'For those learning history, please don't hang on to the past too much? It's going to be bad for your mental health. ^_~" '.

Imbalance. This is a fearful word. How many times can we recall, the number of troubles that resulted from 'imbalance'? The times when you could not balance your schedule, those moments when your emotions destabilised, or perhaps you remember falling down from your bike when you were smaller? Problems are known as imbalance, while solutions become your stabiliser. Why is it that so many people cannot stay in control? I have no clue. I'm searching for the answer myself. But one thing I know, 'imbalance' has become my worst nemesis in inline-skating... Curse you 'wheels on shoes'!

'I cannot trust anything that gives me less than what I can give myself'. Although I may seem to direct this sentence towards inline-skating, where I'm comparing wheels and my feet in terms of stability given my joking personality, this applies for many other aspects too. Trust what you yourself can do and only rely on others fully when absolutely neccesary.

But seriously! I suck at inline-skating! Gosh...

I got back my Pure Geography Test this week. Results were, satisfactory. I'm glad I'd chosen Pure Geography for my Elective subject back then, it suits me so much more than the other alternatives.

Currently doing my CME project as I type this post. Cutting myself some slack, you know? There's still tonnes of homework waiting after this though...I haven't been acting right this whole week, I'm too tired to even wake right, woke up one morning on the wrong side of the bed. I have no idea how I got there.

Have any of you guys started training for our physical test already? This year is the first time we're gonna be tested on vertical pullups for the boys, and I'm still working on it. But it's not going well. '...' Had to turn down a basketball meet today, too tired to even leave the house. Felt sorry about it though, but health comes first.

There's nothing much happening this week, I guess. Except for Friday, when I went for my Stop-Motion course. I sewn a pair of pants for one of my puppets! Who said boys couldn't sew? LOL. However, the downside is, Wei Sheng started calling me a woman when he saw me sewing. Sewing does not make you a woman! Neither does cooking! What's wrong with these people...hmm. Can't wait for the filming process to start though, filming has got to be the most enthralling part of this whole thing.

I always try to find something positive about whatever I do, or else I will definitely fall into depression. An online test confirmed I have mild symptoms of the anxiety disorder (lol?). Yea, that's right, don't provoke me. Haha, just kidding. Kidding about the 'don't provoke me' part, but the anxiety disorder stands.

Imbalance...it can be righted.

It's about time this thing gets resolved. Nobody will stand to gain if this drags on. Once again normal words don't work in this case, and if this carries on, I'll go insane.

What an ominous start to a new post. Words flow freely all the time, can't really control it. Must be the smell of death wafting around me. Not neccessarily death actually, just that a lot of people are getting sick. Of course one feels sad when his loved ones fall prey to health ailments. Yeah Phil, get well soon. And if you're reading this, please omit what I said about 'his loved ones'?

I slogged through two tests today. Mother Tongue class test early in the morning, an additional Pure Geography test straight afterwards. I love my Pure Geography class, they're so fun-loving. But I do got to admit that I was certainly pissed off when they were making too much noise talking nonsense while I was trying to focus on my test earlier today. They're so fun-loving that when a new relief teacher came in to temporarilly replace Mr Sam Soo, Kevin became David Wong, David Qiu became Kok Hong, and so on. LOL.

Not to say my form class is boring. But it's just that it lacks a masculine nature, perhaps. The smell of females is too strong in my class, and I mean this both ways. Tomorrow is Wednesday, which means Literature students will have to remain in agony for 45 minutes more than the other students. Speaking of which... it'll be the SYF Competition for our school's Chinese Orchestra tomorrow. Wish you guys (and girls) all the best! And don't forget to give the judges chinese music so rich in cultural roots that they'll never get those melodies out of their minds. I'm over exaggerating here... I think.

I can't believe the first english band I would like was to be 'Savage Garden'. It's an Australian Pop band. I feel so 'retro-lised'. But to be frank, their songs do evoke strong emotions, just the way I like it. Music shouldn't belong to any era, they belong to people who appreciate...

In Lit. class today, Swee Hong (aka Justin) commented that I write in cursive style. I was like, 'Really?'. Huh, I thought my handwriting style was more of a product of want of speed and a few scribbly lines. I wanted to keep my handwriting fast, so I just linked all the words together with a stupid little 'tail'.


Key to the heart~

Late into the night I think of you,
You must be at home, waiting for my cue.
Sitting alone at the beach admiring the sun at dusk,
'Where is your companion?', the waves silently ask.
Listening to the swash of the oceanic elements,
'I can't get the lotus petals to bloom', I lament.

In our long shadows casted by the streetlamps as we walk home,
I can see my hand reaching over to yours,
But the fact still holds that I'm alone,
Calling you to make sure you are safe as I hold the phone closely to my ear.

Let them think, let them guess, I don't care.
I only want us to be as carefree as the crisp ocean air.
As long as our feelings are right,
Everything else is as clear as the dazzling morning light.

If you are the lost ship at sea,
I feel obliged to be your lighthouse to guide you in and set you free.
Whenever you pour to me and day's troubles and cutely pout,
I quietly appreciate and feel like declaring my affection out loud.

I'm just afraid no one will be there to wipe your tears when they drop,
So please do not keep yourself trapped in a lock.
I can tell as you slowly slip into your dreams on my shoulder,
That you really hope for us to be together.
I shout to the surging seas about these occurences,
Deeply knowing that my love hangs in the balance...
~Written lovingly,
By William.

I really hope I won't fall ill like the rest of my friends, especially when we all are getting so little sleep nowadays. I've been sickly since I was little, and it only improved when I turned somewhere around 13 years of age...

Don't let the frosty winds blow the flame out and give you the flu. Close the windows tight, sleep, and set everything right.

Currently waiting for Farhana to email me the final draft of our Charity Bazaar 2009 proposal so that I can print it out. Waiting...waiting... Oh, c'mon, hurry up and send it over already! I swear I'm going to drop my head on the keyboard and fall asleep any moment!

Speaking of the charity bazaar proposal, that notorious thing was the thing causing these annoying headaches these few days. Been working on nothing but it for this weekend. A 12 page proposal isn't easy to type out by yourself, especially when I'm not a POA student, not to mention not very good in math either... And Frederick is of no help! But anyway, now that this matter is finally coming to an end, I think I can relax just a little now. Hey wait, I just remembered I'm part of the six man team assigned to 3 Achieve's bazaar booth! Damnit. Oh well, guess I'm looking forward to it after all, since I've already signed up for it.

Homework, test, project. Homework, test, project. And not to forget CCA, and RP! I don't feel 15 anymore. More like 50. And I definitely hate it when the school takes away our P.E lesson. Sure, it's for a good cause and all, but... Oh well, I guess I love Sichuan after all. 0.o

*Checking email...* Ok, that's it. Farhana, you're going to get it from me tomorrow.

Sigh, currently listening to Jay Chou's songs, my mind tunes right along with it. What talented composing. Totally overwhelms me. Better not be over-praising him, or else people will think I'm having a man-crush. Hell no. That reminds me, I don't really listen to english songs. Wait, that's an understatement, I don't EVER listen to english songs. Perhaps because I feel that songs written and composed by American and British artistes are too shallow. Perhaps the music is ok, but the lyrics lack quality, get what I mean?

*checks email...* Alright. I don't care anymore. I'll just print it tomorrow morning. It's too late for me to be up anymore. I've had enough of lethargic mornings and blurry afternoons... hey wait. Hey, it's here, finally. Farhana probably could detect my frustration, so she decided sending the first completed half of the proposal would appease me. Maybe.

Gosh, today's post is really full of crap. Haha, must be the low rate of metabolism in my body resulting due to late nights every single day. I really feel like starting on a poem, but time does not allow, sadly. But at least I took joy in writing a 1k-words essay today about a murder case in a family. The plot was sure twisty, one of the darkest essays I have written yet, but so heart-wrenching at the same time.

All these talk about sleeping early, and I'm still at my desk at 11pm. I'm just updating this blog as I wait for my printer to print...

...That bed tempts me, but I can't go lie on it, not just yet. And that frustrates me even further. What frustrates me even more is that I think my throat is getting inflamed, a wood splinter lodged itself firmly into my throat during my dinner meal today. And when I managed to spat it out after 10 minutes, it came out together with blood. Ouch. 2cm long, double ouch. Came equipped with sharp, pointy edges, man that thing f-... BLOODY HURTS!

Time to sit back and laugh at myself. Oh look, I'm fussing over a splinter for crying out loud. T_T

Leave those who are licking their wounds alone, agitate them and you'll be next...

Currently it's about 12am. Not feeling sleepy, just about to turn nocturnal. Homework is heavy, William is still lazy. To relieve stress, we destress. Simple as that. I find it increasingly harder for me to express myself through normal communications, therefore literature is still an attractive outlet of enjoyment. A few minutes ago, was just penning down my thoughts of the people around me. I wrote this with all due respect, but to be honest, I'm really starting to get fed up with people who think their lives are in the deepest of ditches, and the sadddest of sighing oceans. Who's lives never encounter setbacks of any kind? It's more about how you deal with them, that's all. Having mood swings and a short fuse as a cover-up for a supposedly torn-up life is no excuse for you not to make the best out of your current situation...

Temperamental mood swings,
Blank stares into space,
A penny for your thoughts?

Silent tears drip in that desolate alley,
Blood flows from your heart freely.
What problems have you, do thee need a confidante?

I listen to your complaints of life,
But my own stories remain untold.
Who shall I pour these troubles to?

People all around are sullen,
Life is way too harsh,
But many still face each day with a smile, forever forced.
So what excuse have you?

Life is not a bed of roses,
but neither is it a sea of nails.
As long as optimism remains,
How can your attitude lay slain?

My own worries are lumped up in my throat,
For I see no need in whining.
Focus your mind on solving, not skiving.
Because my life is the same as yours,
Withering.

Late-night post today. Good night, don't forget to put out the candle and have a good sleep.

Argh!!! Argh!!! ... Argh!!! The cologne Wei Sheng gave me smells like women's perfume! Actually, the box says it's for men, but it smells way too sweet. Makes me smell like candy. Anyone wanna eat some candy? Lol. By the way, although 'cologne' is defined to us as men's perfume in some ways, but does anyone know that it's actually denoted as 'toilet water'? And the abbreviation of my name, W.C, actually stands for 'water closet'. Meaning, toilet. Ivan rubs it in by mentioning that all the time.

It's always been known to me that knowledge is a powerful thing to acquire, even little trivia pieces like the ones above is crucial, in certain situations. Language is important as well. Things like math and science, even monkeys beat us at them. We're such losers... However, what differentiates us from other intelligent beings like dolphins and chimpanzees is that we have the power/ability to communicate in detail for we have languages which we have at our disposal. Really, experiments have proven that chimpanzees far outperform even mathematicians and scientists in calculations! Hmm, Frederick isn't going to be too happy to have a monkey on top of him in the rankings... Ah, speaking of dolphins, there's another piece of trivia involved. It's a little bit 'disturbing to the weak-hearted' though. Apart from humans, dolphins are the only ones to engage in intercourse for the purpose of pleasure. The rest? Other animals only use that 'function' for carrying out life's natural processes. They're so obedient towards the laws set down by our creators. Shows how polluted humans are...AND dolphins.

Haha, ok, ok. Enough of dirty talk. Incidents in this cosy little week...nothing much actually. Went for basketball on Saturday, came back with the my skin grazed off from my right feet's little toe. Nice, very nice. That pair of shoes is getting way too tight. Most of the people who went got sunburnt, I didn't though. I have thick skin, I guess. Hey, I meant that literally, not figuratively. Went to a seafood restaurant on Sim Min Road for a steamboat dinner this Friday. It costed a bomb though, damnit. Thailand's having one of it's celebrated festivals recently, amid political mayhem. The festival's the one where they drench whoever they see with a pail of water. Almost got drenched today when I passed by some Thailand nationals. Phew. Of course, they got a fair share of my evil glare.

Gotta sign off now, it's getting late. I'm off to play Far Cry 2 before I turn in. So, see you all. ^^

Brr, I was having the shivers in class today. I think I'm falling sick... Signs of an oncoming fever. It better not come. Sigh, but I'm feeling better now. Took some leftover medicine last night from my last doctor's visit (a bit slipshod, I know) which was suppose to cause drowsiness. Laid down on my bed, expecting that fuzzy feeling to overcome me and drag me towards a better place called Dreamland, but it only came after tossing and turning for an hour. T_T" After that, woke up at 1am, 3.30am, 5.30am, for no apparent reason! Did those tablets expire or something...? Must've been a long, hard day.

Wasn't anything special in school today, but OUTside school, that's different. A pity I wasn't there to see the setup of the petri-dishes and such yesterday at AJC (Anderson Junior College). Today, I was there to see the results. And man, those e.coli bacteria stank up to the high heavens! Well ,we found out that green tea really had better anti-bacterial effects than white tea and therefore it contained more tea polyphenols (TPP). Only two from my RP Scientific Team were able to go today, Li Qin and me. Wished Fikhairi was there.


Anderson Junior College, IN BOLD.


The laboratory we went to. Neat, huh?



Our petri-dishes containing the e.coli bacteria, our two variables setups. Like I said, it stank.


Ms Ng explaining how this thing works. Erm, what was its name again? Something--tank.


Experiment finished, time to disinfect (just a nicer word for 'kill') those dishes.


A classroom of AJC. It is quite similar to EVG's. How? You may ask. It's dull, boring, and ugly. End of story.


A walkway in AJC, and some of its students. Hmm, Li Qin was commenting about how 'long' the students' skirts were (sarcasm applied here). And I thought boys were supposed to be the ones to make these kind of remarks.


Left them to their own devices while I go explored the school a little bit and took some more pictures. Them included, apparently. They were at a fish pond going gaga over carps, I think.

Well, I had to walk my way home from Causeway Point after the cabbie dropped us there. Ms Ng had to cos' she needed to buy something at CWP.


The journey seems unending...

"...However, when the journey seems unending, the end might just be so near."

6th of April, Monday.

A good evening to all viewers of today's Midnight Serenade, this is William Heng and I'm very honoured to have you all here. Let's see what we have on the agenda today...

Firstly I'll like to sincerely congratulate all winners of today's academic awards receivers. Hope that the standard will be sustained and pushed to even greater potential. Same goes for me, I guess lots of poem-writing did good for my command of the english language.

On to the next event, today's humid weather in the morning plus air-conditioning when I was in the library for literature contributed to immense fatigue and doziness I experienced in this school day. Nothing much to digress about, onward.

There's A.Math and E.Math class quiz tomorrow, but I'm not doing anything regarding revision, am I weird? Am I courting death with Mrs Lee? Ask me if I care. At least I finished her homework...

Had a nice SMS chat with my younger sister just tonight after I finished my homework. Didn't know I had a sister, didn't you? Ask around, lol. She claimed to have the gift to be adorable, I don't believe her. Hm...

And if you all are wondering why today's blog post sounds more like a news report, it is to prevent some people from thinking my blog is a joke site rather than an online journal. And that means you, stop laughing, KX.

Alright, time to drop that format, it's getting boring. I have a date with my literature teacher tomorrow after school... Hmm, no cakes, no tea, no romanticsm either, it's a test. GODDAMN BLOODY FREAKIN' TESTs again. Er-hem, *clears throat*, I do apologise for the seemingly...explicit string of vocabulary usage. Onward.

Currently reading a novel called "Firmament". It's something very close to me, it talks of a teenager who loves music but has to deal with life a lot harsher than most of us. He has to deal with the loss of his father, whom he got his piano-playing talent from, and also a notorious bully whom he lives in constant fear of.
However, things start to look better for him when he meets a mysterious old woman and her blind granddaughter, who supposedly helped to free him from his mental complexes and stings him awake. After which, he went on to become a renowned name in the music industry. It's just a summary... Why is it close to me? I don't know, leading a troubled life is something all of us passes through at some point or another, so I guess I have nothing to complain about.

Ah, before I forget, I took this picture of this cat this evening. Let's name it... "The lone feline".

:

Well, I wonder what the kitty was thinking of as it sat under the whispering trees, with feelings as downcast as the setting sun.





"When things drop, all you have to do is pick them up. However, the time you decide to throw them away, that's when it really ends."

Well, busy, busy. No time to post at all... so, what happened in the last few days...?


The last week was sure busy, not exactly boring, but not exactly eventful either. Something to be noted was Wednesday, the actual date of my birthday, which was April's Fools Day. Whereever I walk, people would be wishing me a 'happy birthday', even some people from other classes whom I wouldn't expect them to know my birthday. My class...should I say, was very hospitable about the whole thing...? They even made special plans to trick me on that day, since it coincides with April's Fools and everybody knows what people do on that day. Huh, colgate-filled oreo biscuits, I would've tried it if it wouldn't result in me dying from fluoride poisoning.


There was also this another guy whom I don't know, but he was surely very noticeable on that day, mainly because of his actions he did, I guess. And what did he do? He went around smacking people's asses, followed by this shrieking laugh. God, be it friend or stranger, his hands were kept extremely busy while he skipped and ran down the corridor. Me and Frederick were standing by the railings chatting, when this guy came along and smacked both of us on our...erm. Frederick was somehow quite traumatised. I found the whole thing quite funny, haha.


Oh yea, I went to the Esplanade this Tuesday, Shakespeare does live up to his name. The play of 'The Winter's Tale' expressed love amid chaos in such a heartfelt way.
'This is a tale to be told on a sad day...'

Let's see, how many nights has it been since I slept at 12 and woke up at 6 in the morning? Around 7, which equals up to approximately a week, or more. Argh, and I can't believe I still had to run a 2.4km practice run today. Completed the run with no problems, thank goodness for that.

Hmm, I guess that's all for this update. Well, gotta try and catch a a few more winks tonight...

'...Plainness is what ignites people to greater heights, what may seem plain at first glance may not be that ordinary after all.'