Confused Confucius

蒲公英的约定

Ommmagawd.

Even though I have a gut feeling he looks like William Hung, I can't deny that he's damn good with his fingers... on the piano, that is. He can make a living out of piano playing, which I think he is.

Isaac Leng, can you play like him? If you do, then you deserve to be my piano teacher.

And Dilah, can you play like him? It's awesome right? Tell me it is.

Flight Details

10 MAY Singapore/Taipei CI 662 ETD: 1440hrs ETA: 1920hrs
10 MAY Taipei/Los Angeles CI 008 ETD: 2320hrs ETA: 2005hrs
10 MAY L.A. /Cleveland CO 634 ETD: 2315hrs ETA: 0631hrs
11 MAY Cleveland/Albany CO 2323 ETD: 1120hrs ETA: 1242hrs

WTF China Airlines???

And if that's not bad enough, read this.

I'm taking that same carrier to L.A. What are the odds man?

Mr Zhou's concert

Thanks Mediacorpse for the hot seats.


The seats were so hot they made me reach boiling point.

I was so flustered they gave me such lousy tickets that I went out of the balcony seats and stomped to the front of the stage and snapped the 2.5 hours away. Security, huh what security? They didn't even stop me.

I was so happy he threw the shuang jie gun towards my direction so I went to grab it. And then this another guy went to kop it from me so I whacked his head off, took it and ran away for my dear life.

Security people went after me, but being short has its pros, isn't it? I managed to hide behind some tall Mr. Zhou's fans so I brushed them off in record time. Later on, they found me and even recognised me (I mean apart from my height, my skin color was pretty distinctive too admist the yellow skin crowds), so they snatched it back.

Ah a big digress, I spotted a minah tudung in the midst of Mr. Zhou's fans. Earlier on, there were even Thai/Burmese/Filipino Mr. Zhou's fans queueing up behind us. Tsk, the things fanatics do for their idol...

Anyway, story of shuang jie gun was true except it wasn't me who was involved in the tussle. According to Mr. Huang who witnessed the whole episode of struggle, there was a tug-of-war for the shuang jie gun until eventually the security people came down and snatched it back from them.


This was the closest pic ever. He came downstage and everyone rushed to the front.


I think this was the best picture taken.

The piano damn chio, his suit also damn nice. My favourite pic of the concert.


This is probably the picture which showcased his talent best.

He was playing the gu zhen to the tunes of Fa Ru Xue, before he started singing it. Apart from the piano and gu zhen, he also played the drums later on. Jay of all trades, he is.

And his costume is damn bling bling!


The bling bling jacket in the first pic was a tad too ugly, but according to Ms Wong, he was singing my favourite song, Cai Hong, in that attire. I was too busy snapping away (and singing) I couldn't be bothered to see what he was wearing.

The second pic is up because he's wearing a damn wig. And the pinned-up fringe doesn't look nice, according to Ms Wong.


Pardon the act chio pics of Ms Wong.

She doesn't know that she looks like a zebra with bound feet in that outfit.

The cap that I asked Ms Wong help me buy costs S$15, a limited edition for his World Tour 2008 and a good memento for me from his concert since I was never a support-stars-by-going-to-their-concerts kinda person.

This was my first.

I gotta admit it was a pretty memorable concert for me because it was Mr. Zhou's bday on the same day and NQMM led us in the bday song singing. The bday song was sung in English and Mandarin, and they wanted to continue singing in Malay. But I guess no one knew how to except me and the minah tudung. I nearly wanted to run upstage to lead in the singing, but I didn't for fear that I might steal the limelight from him.

After the bday song, one of the NQMM guys came out in a dress and forced a kiss on him in an impromptu bday sabo.

Mr. Zhou was also having a flu during the concert, and I was thinking about the possibility of him collapsing during the performances, but Mr. Toh said I think too much already. He zaoxia-ed in one instance prolly because of his flu which was forgivable since he was already trying his best.

Mr Zhou also changed some of the song lyrics during his performances, and I was told by the veteran Mr. Zhou's concert go-er Mr. Huang that he always does that in his concerts to give the songs different meanings. I am not convinced though haha I really think he forgot the lyrics. According to Mr. Toh, he did admit before that he sucked at remembering lyrics.

All in all, I consider myself fortunate to be one of the winners for the Mediacorpse contest because it's a competition between me and the rest of Mr. Zhou's more avid fans in the whole of Singapore. And I won it because winners strategize.

It is definitely an unforgettable once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attend such a glorious event. I'm really glad that I was part of the 9,000 crowd to listen to him sing live on his special day. *laughs at those who went on the second day*



Just for the record, I where got so zai can go past security and stomp to the front? I remained wherever I was (which is at the backest row ever) and sang his songs softly while recording videos stealthily because the anal ushers were watching our every move, yes even those in the balcony.

Not going to post up any videos here, because I realised I sang too loud and that totally butchered the songs.

And yes, pictures are courtesy of Ms Wong. Everyone thank Ms Wong for her generosity!

Lack of sleep

I walked towards the front door of the LT, pushed the door open, realised the lecturer was droning on and on about design projects.

Shit I am late, I am late, I wondered to myself as I walked up the stairs by the side.

Halfway up, I saw Terence and Samuel...




... and realised I just walked into the lecture before mine.




DAMN PAISEH.

A letter from The Decisive F0rce

This morning, a comrade of mine from the spartan family came up to me during lecture and asked me what NS unit I was going to be in. With a smile, I replied "No unit yet".

Fast-forward a few hours later, I opened the maibox and on realising there was only one letter in it, I quickly took it to see who was it being addressed to.

It was addressed to me.

Jeng jeng jeng.

I turned it over.

It was from The Decisive F0rce.

Bigger jeng jeng jeng.

I could hear "Oh no oh no oh no" ringing in my head as I tore open the envelope.

But as soon as I saw 'Open House', I heaved a big sigh of relief.

Heng ah.

Avec l'aide du babelfish

Aujourd’hui, mes amis et moi, nous sommes allés à la patinoire de patinage ce qui a été situé chez Jurong Entertainment Centre. Au commencement, nous avons voulu patiner là, mais les entrée étaient trop chers. Ainsi, nouse sommes allés à l’arcade pour jouer les jeux. C’était très intéressant, en particulier le match de basket. Nous étions là jusqu’à 4 h. Nous sommes retourné à 4 h 30 et parce que j’étais très fatigué, j’ai dormi dans le train.

Vendredi, j’irai au concert de Jay Chou. Je suis content parce que j’ai gagné les billets du concert de lui. C’est ma première fois que je vais un concert. Alors, j’espère que ce sera bon. Je pense que je prendrai beaucoup de photos de lui! S’il vous plaît, enviez-moi!

Dilah, je manque parler français beaucoup! J’avais oublié beaucoup de mots du français parce que je n’avais pas parlé la langue pour très longtemps. Vous pensez que je devrais prendre cette langue magnifique dans le semestre prochain?

Hot Dog

A very flattering pic to put up for a lost ad.

p/s: The hand's not mine. My fingers are slim and long.

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Specs as follows:

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Buy Mindami okay? *meow*

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2) Calling out anyone who is free on Monday afternoon to go to Caldecott Hill with me to collect my winning tickets!

Candidates must:
1) be free until dinner.
2) have good navigational skills and preferably a vehicle to go with that.
3) be a fan of Jay Chou so that we can croon his songs together in perfect harmony.
4) not beg me to bring them to the concert because I've already chosen The One.

Never meet Jay in person but at least see his concert tickets personally already good enuff what.

Once in a lifetime chance!

The wait is over.

Received this in the mail a while ago.




WOOHOO!

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It's not just luck. I think I deserve the tickets. And I have this to thank for.

I need Turn-It-In

Word for word.

It's like VM versus SLA.

8+4zeros

Wah Mdm Tan, is that you in the background? Let me be your godson leh, I help you spend your $80,000 more wisely.

Like duh uh uh.

I went out with my minah friend for window shopping today.

me: Eh, let's go to Fox.
minah: Fox? What is that?
me: You dunno what's Fox?
minah: I don't. What is it? IS IT HALAL?

I think all minahs shop at Topshop. Or worse, This Fashion.

Now I know...

When I was still a uniformed minor, I remember how the teachers in school were so anal about the regulations involving the students' general behaviour and the school attire.

"Tuck in your shirt!
No coloured bras!
No dyed hair!
No feelers aka ah lian hairdo!
No long hair for guys!
Skirt must be at knee length!
Pants must not be baggy!
No multiple ear piercings for girls!
No ear piercings at all for boys!
Fine, no piercings at other unmentioned regions for both sexes!
No indecent behaviour in public!
No public nuisance!
No playing soccer at the voiddeck!"

- the discipline master would announce especially on the first day of school on a new year.

And I didn't know why. I thought trying to enforce such rules was a failure in itself since it's fifteen sixteen year olds we're talking about here, not some preschool kids who would sit quietly and listen to instructions and not rebel. No matter how hard they try to make the system tiptop, there are, for sure, people who will find a way around it and rebel more.

Colouring hair was so cool that even the guai kia in me succumbed to temptation one fine day in school and decided to go with the norm. I went to dye my hair a colour that is obviously believable enough to be considered as "natural hair". I can't deny that at that time I didn’t think they should make such a fuss over dyed hair.

And I will never believe that eight years from then, I have sorta taken an opposing stand. I seriously think dyed hair looks odd on a uniformed student. So do piercings, long hair for the guys, additional accessories like caps and fanciful earrings and untucked shirt. They just look very wrong on uniformed students. They just make people scrutinise them even more and label them as hopeless kids.

I was at a fitness corner after my jog this afternoon doing my cool down exercises. Close to the fitness corner were two basketball courts where three groups (or more, I don’t know if they know one another) of uniformed kids of both genders congregated.

Untucked uniforms, trail slippers (walao which era liao still use trail? Now I wonder if they also have long wallets and sharp combs like those lians back in those days), dyed hairs, mixing around with many more unidentified noisy objects (probably those already dropped out of school, I dunno for sure, and if abbreviated, it reads UNO), flirting openly and making everyone within a radius of 10 metres know that they are actually flirting, wearing caps (cap with uniforms… yuck), making a public nuisance with a loud spew of vulgarities every few seconds or so with the holy birth hole as the number 1 mostly used word, and other what have yous. And it didn’t look like they were even slightly embarrassed about these things at all.

As an onlooker, I thought that was pretty unsightly. They looked stupid and were definitely making a fool of themselves. The atrocious behaviour was enough for a complaint to be filed against them, afterall they were wearing their damn school uniforms. Change out of those ugly uniforms if you’re going to do all that please. Such boldness. And at the same time, stupidity.

I know… I know I don’t have the right to say anything about them at all, afterall it’s their lives blah blah blah BUT remember as ex uniformed students, we were also subjected to the same kind of scrutiny and bias should we make a fool of ourselves in school attire last time. The public eye was all around us and it seemed like it was always there watching our every move. So it’s just too bad for uniformed kids ain’t it? Perhaps who knows they will be the public eye for the students ten years down the road when they grow older and become more sensible?

Down Memory Lane

I tagged Matt and Willis in my TJ photo album and went through every single photo there was and all the comments that followed... and I found myself laughing over them again. It's been nearly five years since we graduated but somehow these things are still fresh in my mind.

Since everything comes flashing back again, it is time to unveil some dark secrets which have been kept in the deepest abyss of my heart for as long as I can remember. Having said that, I really hope no one follows my footsteps.

Top 5 Bad Not So Good Things I Did During Those Uniformed Days.

1) Pon school.

I was the MC king. Don't feel like going to school? Easy! Polyclinic in front of my house. I dunno how anyone else does it, but I think my acting deserved a nomination in the Star Awards! I came up with a lot of rubbish excuses till I couldn't, at a certain point, I had to go over to Tamp for MC.

I wonder how many days I was on MC for the whole year.

Digressing a little bit, the SARS period was one of my most tyco/shiok/gerek moments in school that I've ever had. During that period, schools were forced to close for a week. In addition to that, once school reopened (7th April I think since SARS meant Seventh April Reopen School), I was to be quarantined at home since my sis-in-law was working at TTSH at that point of time. And during that quarantine period, I was infected with chicken pox.

I did not attend school for a good 1 month or so.

2) Hub myself.

The Hub was the place to be. No facebook yet but I was busy doing my tutorials playing Yahoo! pool and surfing some babes' blogs with moley.

Hate falling asleep in lectures cos of the stupid desks? PON them lar! My frequent hangout when I decided ponning lectures was the alternative way to score As: The Hub. My favourite PC was at a corner on the right side.

My favourite lecture to pon: Biology when it's not the funny Ng lady. The other two J lecturers were great lullaby singers.

3) Shit.

I was a fan of shitting in school. Right.

Well what can I say? The shit just kept on coming every single day. I couldn't possibly hold it till I get home, could I? My favourite toilet buddy was Jon and my favourite toilet was the one at the auditorium. And that's because it's the cleanest out of all the other toilets. Plus it didn't seem freaky enough like the one next to The Scope.

Oh, a tummyache was one of my common excuses to apply for half day off. So, on days when I didn't feel like spending the afternoon in school, I'd get the pink sheet from General Office and let the tutor sign. 9/10 of the time, the tutor wouldn't ask for an MC to cover you for the rest of the day, unless you're really si bei suay, or the tutor hates your fugly face. If anything crops up (PE dept was quite anal about absence/MCs then), just get your parents to write a letter and then let your tutor acknowledge it. Good thing both my homeroom tutors were the can't-be-bothered sorts. Even facilitated most of my evil plans.

Man, I was such a closet brat.

Well the good thing about doing these dirty things alone is that 1) you won't get others in trouble 2) having no accomplice means planning an escape route each time won't be much of a problem.

4) Doodle during lecture.

If my lecturers notes were still alive, they'd tell you how sick they were of my name. I literally had my name written on every single page in every single pattern possible. I wasn't cool enuff to own colored pens like Yatee so I made do with pencil. I loved to disturb Jon and draw on his notes too. I did nearly everything in lecture except listen attentively to the poor lecturer.

Speaking of which, I remember TKX suddenly calling out my name during lecture for I dunno what. I was jolted from my daydreaming when everyone turned to look at me. It was quite embarrassing, thanks TKX.

I also loved to stone during tutorials, especially GP. I hated GP. No matter how much I tried to write, it was never up to her expectations. Perhaps I was really lousy, so I just stoned. While others were staring at a particular longkang, I was just daydreaming about food/home/sleep etc.

5) People-watch in the cafeteria.

There were lots to see there during lunch breaks. Good and bad. One could easily spot the school belle (if any) in the sea of disgusting green. It's harder to find the ugliest swan around though, because ugly is subjective and population in question was relatively large.

The end.

Now I know why I didn't perform well in the A levels as I should have.

Bu Pa Bu Pa

Wah. Ms Kok sat on the same school bench as me before leh!


Ms Kok, what kinda superstar pose is that?