A is for Accident.

I was checking out the SAT stuff and

I'm kinda bummed out cause basically everything

I learnt in E/A math for the O levels will be

tested in the math portion.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

And I've forgotten everything, unsurprisingly.

*

Long train rides with Bryant Koh (Bossy Kangaroo/ BIG KOK)

from Choa Chu Kang to Pasir Ris and back

to meet our favourite super hero.

My god, it was just.

Ow, my head.

*

God I can't take it anymore.

I want to say something but it's probably

nothing so it's so not a good idea.

BAD BAD BAD.

Can I just put it down as just being

a little lonely -

You know, that two a.m "syndrome".

*

And I don't know how I feel about

Chase This Light by

Jimmy Eat World yet.

Because nothing is ever the same

as the first, you know?

*

Oh, take it all back, take the first

the last and only.

Oh, take it all back, take it all back

Everything you showed me.

Oh, this must be how

it feels when the feeling goes

*

Happy Birthday Mommy.

"You don't know me, I'm a bloody rock god!"

QUESTION:

SHOULD I GET A

BORDER OR RANDOM DESIGN

AROUND THE 42?

- Kevvvvster!

*

-My chapalang kids
*

I'm watching Miami Ink and I feel
rather disappointed with what I've got right now, but it's alright.

One day I'll take a trip down to

The Shop and get some ink done there,

and I'll be complete.

[I already know what I want next,

but that I would save for my eighteenth

cause maybe I want to
choose another place.

And gotta be legal and all.]

My Ultimate Answer is a little off-centre,

but that's okay, cause so am I.

*
Met up with Kevin Schwarz, after like ages.

Got up to our usual stupid nonsense,

and he was an utter embarrassment too.

Hung out at the esplanade and

laughed at Mats,

built little pebble towers

and actually managed to

get something serious out of him.

He also greeted me with a

Charlie [from LOST] action figure.

Omg, I love.

He says three things:

"You all everybody,

you all everybody!"

"You don't know me,

I'm a bloody rock god!"

-which I now use as the

message alert on my phone.

and

"Guys...where are we?"

Stop by my room and PRESS THE BUTTON!

: D

Thanks Kev <3

*

AND two full days of running around

with Clara, Bryant, Shiang Nee

[and Eva today].

Shiang Nee met me

for our aimless afternoon.

We went to

Acid Crue but I was

scared of the people,

despite the counter boy's

hawtness [and his

uncanny resemblence to

Shiang Nee's ex-neighbour].

So to Queensway,

where I was greeted like

a long lost daughter!

["Eh! ROBOT right!"]

Or... like if I had a

cheekopek uncle or something,

hahaha.

I love the silly people there.

Bry had to do some

stupid beatboxing two day

shindig,

a total waste of time

BUT it paid,

so whatever.

We journey-ed to

the ends of the earth to

run 2.4 km early

in the day

and later watch B*** be

the b*** Power Ranger at IMM.

[Guess who?]

Beat has a pet caterpillar

and I named it Dog.

*

As we speed down the highways

of Singapore in Bry's van

late at night,

the windows down,

our hair getting in our faces

and us randomly jostling each other

as we sing/scream our

fucking hearts out,

I get so scared I'll lose them.

To the army, to school,

to boyfriends/girlfriends,

to death,

to things that I can't control,

can't stop.

I think : no more esplanade,

no more late nights,

no more barcardi breezers/mixed drinks courtesy

of Clara/Beat/etc,

no more pondering life and death,

no more talking about sex,

no more singing,

no more gigs,

no more, like, living.

Without them, I'll just waste away.

And there'll be nobody to

steal the fucking urn at

the fucking wake.

Drive me to the beach,

cause you know I

want it that way.

I love you all,

so much.

You bunch of denerner

stupid fuckers.

I LOVE YOU.

I is be nothing

if I is be without you.

*

Sleepover with said people tonight,

at my place.

DVDs, drinks,

blow-up beds,

mixtapes and talking.

*

And I really like this,

despite how sad it makes me.

So long and goodnight.

Class Chalet at Changi, right opposite Old Changi Hospital.
God, I so wanted to explore, but seriously,
even the chalet itself gave me the heebie jeebies,
so yeah, not such a good idea.
The bathrooms looked like gas chambers.

Manprit, Lydia and Jessica thought they were all so sneaky
and they surprised me by bringing Kevin over! [The other one]
I had a really fun time arguing with him all night.
Stupid boy.

We trooped out to find Farhana's friend,
who took forever to decide to come,
and then got out of his cab RIGHT OUTSIDE OCH. WOW.
But we forgave him because he brought good tidings of prata, yay (:

We worked our way through House of Wax
in the middle of the night and
Lydia spent the entire show hiding behind a packet of chips.
It was fucking fun being scared shitless, haha.

Stumbled out at 3 plus cause the boys wanted to watch
football and it was damn surreal cause a bunch of P.E teachers
from Cedar
were there watching too.
Freakkkyyy.

God, I'll miss all you silly people.

*

CelCel has left the country for fun and shopping in Hong Kong.


Clara and I on a soon-to-be not so typical day at the Esplanade
cause I WILL BE STARTING WORK ON THE 3RD OF DECEMBER.
GAH.



And I love this boy.

Hot Like A Robot.

WE'LL SLOW DANCE

AND FAST DANCE

AND CLAP-CLAP-CLAP OUR HANDS.

MY MOVES WILL BE SO HOT

YOU'LL HAVE TO

STAND UNDER THE FAN.

WILL YOU GO TO THE PROM

WITH ME?

On the 17th, it so happened that I wanted to

*Support Bryant at his beatbox competition

*Go to Lime Sonic Bang

*Attend prom

I had to give up LSB.

This is so tragic, I swore to myself that I

won't miss this year's after having to

sit out last year's due to being in the

U S of A.

I MISSED AN AWESOME SHOW!

[And a lot of ... kung fu moshing?

Who are those idiots, god.

Does nobody even just LISTEN

to the music anymore?]

Ang Mo Kio Hub is like, so hot and um,

happening, no? Ha.

And in case you were wondering,

yes Bry got into the top 20!

: D

*

Do-Do-Do-Do-Do, a pink tux to the prommm.

I slip-slided around in

my white heels,

screaming and pouting in a

commendably unglam fashion.

I thought we all looked pretty damn good.

I was Miss 4A and I rocked at

not giving a flying banana at

what words came hurtling out of

my mouth.

It was awesome.

[You can't say the same

of certain people who insisted

on flailing around as if high on crack

and seeming to be wholly intent

on showing the world their boobs.

Seriously.]

It ended in drama, and confusion

in the form of the blinding flash-flash-flash

of the lights they rented for the thing.

Did the Robot dance, much to the

glee of some.

After an eternity of phototgraphs,

we hightailed it back to the hotel,

to find that my favourite boy had gone home,

[I MISSED THE ORGY D: ]

but I still had tons of my favourite girls.

Lydia disappeared, and we

sat at Clarke Quay and

pondered our lives and breakfast

and shoes and things, while

my other favourite kids

chapalang-ed around

in the room.

Two guys tried to pick us up, oh god.

And I was sad cause I think

I saw the Caracal boys when

I went past Home club,

REMINDING ME THAT

I MISSED LIME.

DAMN DAMN DAMN.

*

Soon the excitement drained

and I was left with this empty, flat feeling

to end the night with.

I woke up, only to be sent on a

quest - jumping from tables to couches, to beds

and doing backflips.

And then I was wrapped

like a sushi in the blankets

by Daniel, under the watch

of Clara and Shiang Nee.

YOU ARE SO DAMN

DENERNER!!!!

*

And I don't really know what I'm

trying to do here, okay?

*

I wish you were there with me

for Existentialism on Prom Night.

You know how I do.

There is no end to this.

I say : "I don't care anymore".

You haven't changed one bit, huh, have you?

*

I got red streaks done in my hair!

*

The Esplanade: The land of strange coincidences.

Ooooh scary shit.
*

Bryant's BEATBOXING COMPETITION THINGY

at 2-4 pm at AMK HUB,

LIME SONIC BANG at SENTOSA THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY

[I'm missing so much, damn it],

PROM around SEVENISH at the CEDAR GIRLS'
SCHOOL HALL.

*

Just god, don't make me go through

that shit again okay?

But I turn him on, and he comes to life.

BUT, BABY!! plus Clara at Zai.

Our second show and we did it

OUR WAY! [Like Frank Sinatra]

Haha, it was fucking fun, and fucking funny.

It was a half an hour set so it seemed to

go on forever.

The kids stared at us, the adults smirked amusedly

and we just marched to the beat of our own

drummer, Beat.

It was like this short of madness.

We brought out all the big guns - sort-of matching

outfits [ties courtesy of Bry], a beatboxing boy,

two weird girls rolling their eyes

and prancing around, a tiny smidgen of a drummer

pausing within a song

to drink water plus

that deadly Power Rangers song.

Uh oh, we're in trouble, indeed.

It was so fucking kickass, if you

were at DEAFCON 7, YOUAREALOSER.

Haha (:

I'M COMMITTED to our chapalang

band in a caravan.

*

More pictures soon, all you pop kids.

Stay beautiful!

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

I'll quote you to death.

*

V speaks:

Remember, remember, the fifth of November,

The gunpowder treason and plot.

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.

*

A Luna Halo song:

Are the English boys really that much better?

Were the kisses worth the price we paid?

Like a punch in the face, I'm hit with the proof.

You know that I would do most anything for you.

*

And from Macbeth:

Why do you keep alone,

of sorriest fancies your companions making,

using those thoughts which should indeed

have died with them they think on?

*

No more pity parties.

No more doubts and hang ups please.

Just live your bloody life.

I don't want that fear anymore.

Can we take a ride?

Celcel would have a coronary

if she knew I wasn't studying.
Get out of this place while we still have time

Yeah, we still have time.

Talking about death with Clara,

lying on my bed under all our pictures

and memories gets me

all maudlin.

Again, Bryant, with your shoddy timekeeping.

I swear one day Clara's going to give your

ass a whipping.

Rather than head home to try

and salvage what I could of my

nerd rep that had been reduced

to tatters [Ha],

Bry and I decided to abduct Shiang Nee.

She had been out, innocently buying

fries at the Macdonald's near

here house.

We complained about Bryant's poor driving

skillzz and complained about how East Coast was

chock-full of people

so we bought more fries and headed to my house.

And Shiang nee is a genius with

straws and lighters.

And Bryant just wants to fuck with

my head, what with the morning bird

and Chewbacca noises.

I hope I don't wake up dead tomorrow, Clara.

*

Tell me now, or hold your peace.

Lip ring soon, CAN YOU ACCEPT A HOLE
IN MY FACE.

Should I risk a fat lip, this near prom?

*

Still working at the drugstore

Is it because you're a fucking backstabber?

That's what you get.

I don't feel so good, cause I think too much.
I think I'll stop, just for a bit.

Papers end on tuesday, then it's going to be late nights, getting myself poked in the face, shopping, eating my body weight in chocolate and other unhealthy food then moaning about how fat I am, and generally let my brain deteriorate due to unfrequent usage.

Yay.

Wizard of Ahhhs.

Lydia Liao and I braved the rain and the

wild, strange unknown to find

No.1 Costume Costume on

32 Aliwal Street, so that

I could buy wings and be a fairy.

It was fucking huge, an endless maze

of tons of piles of random costumes,

and strange get-ups that you'd

ever have the desire to wear.

And to add to the mystically-ness of

our virgin visit to the store,

a random sales assistant who

reminded me of a hobbit,

wade his way through a couple of

racks towards us.

Lydia and I stared at in the direction

of the rummaging sound with apprehension

and slight fear and SUDDENLY THE

MAN POPPED INTO THE OPEN
IN FRONT OF US AND SAID

"HI MAY I HELP YOU?"

Awesome shit, I loved it.

*

Then on Halloween itself, it was

back to my designated spot on the gunky floor,

to watch them jam,

but it was slightly more

crowded this time due to the

addition of Evan and Daniel.

Bry was a wizard.

Tai: Where's your wand?

Bry:*forlornly* I don't have one.

Beat: Oh yes you do! *glances slyly at Bry's pants*

Seriously.

Beat hadn't really planned to dress up but

she was wearing her

prisoner shirt from Be-Yourself-Day

two years back!

So she was a prisoner.

[However, through the course of those

couple of hours, she was also a phone,

a frog and a bird.]

I thought she looked more like

Smee from Peter Pan though (:

Beat and Bry left early

so I was the only kid left with a costume.

People stared like fuck.

I should have gone to town,

that's where everyone went.

OH well.

*

And it's Bio and Physics tomorrow.

Scaryyy.