late for school again ~

I thought I should write about this, it's epic. not that being late for school is epic, BUT why i was late for school is epic. Well, to tell the truth, i really miss hawaii. The whole of my mind is in Hawaii, and i'm damn tired. I DON'T WANT TO BE IN SINGAPORE. I WANT HAWAII! but like wei hao said, who doesn't. -.-

Anyway, i woke up dazed and disoriented this morning at 6:50am, which is pretty reasonable timing considering I live like a mrt stop away from school - it's the walking part that's hell, though walking time is variable. might take 20 minutes one day, 5 minutes the next. I was still dreaming of Hawaii and I didn't want to wake up. To be precise, i was dreaming of a certain someone i met in hawaii, but let's not go into details kay :D haha. by the way, i'm listening to I'VE GOT A FEELING, which so reminds me of the dance in Hawaii. kay i'm gonna sing along.
damn i wanna dance. :o

I had a ton of stuff to return to band.

first, i've got my instrument. (which includes my case, mute, cloth, oils, grease, whatever.)
next, i've got 2 stands (thank god they're light, foldable and portable).
then, i've got two files of music sheets.
and then again, i've got a set of keys (which i left at home).
and then, i've got another folder stuffed with scores (which i left at home).

so i ended up having a packed bag of stuff, one cornet case complete with all the stuff inside, and 2 stands. They're not exactly heavy, but they're so cumbersome. people stared as I walked down the street. KUA LAN JIAO AR? Anyway, I left home at about 7:15am, which is reasonable timing considering i need like 20 minutes to get to school if i didn't leave my sense of urgency in the toilet. I walked (more like staggered) all the way to the MRT station, which is, admittedly, quite a distance from home. And carrying one weighty instrument case, one weighty backpack and two weighty stands there is no joke, seriously. I wasn't exactly sweating when i got there, but man was i tired! so as usual, I walked up to the MRT gantry at 7:25am++. and i patted my wallet against that damn scanner so it could eat my money.

nothing happened.

i tried again, tapped my wallet like i always did so i could pass. nothing. the detector didn't beep, the gates didn't open. dammit let me pass! exasperated, i put down whatever i was holding and wholeheartedly put my wallet properly on the scanner and press it there. no response. by that time i was cursing that damn thing for wasting my time. next time i practically slapped my wallet onto the scanner. still, that stubborn thing refused to respond.

i opened my wallet and immediately found the problem.

my ezlink card was absent.

and i panicked. it was 7:31am. i stood there thinking for a while, and i actually considered asking people for spare change so i could buy a standard ticket (which costs S$3.10). $3.10?? THAT'S ROBBERY! PAY $3.10 just to avoid being late for school? no way.it's not worth it. totally not worth it. so i ran back home. and then i *fast forward* i ended up being late. damn -.-

ok i will stop cos im tired. write about hawaii another time. cross country tmr.

back from hawaii ~

i really regret not bringing more money than i have. seriously, i do.
i really regret not bringing a camera. seriously, i do.
i really regret letting ezbon leave my phone on the floor. seriously, i do. idiot.
i really hate cokro for stepping on my phone and spoiling my screen. seriously, i do. idiot.

and now i'm back home from hawaii, i seriously wish i could spend more time there. it was so FUN~
seriously, i do. facing the music was great, loved it. but now that i'm back in s'pore, i turn around to face the shitload of work glaring at me with its disgusting enormity. the merciless truth of that made me sigh on the plane back home and lose my appetite and cause me a stomachache. oh dear, i really have a lot to catch up on, in terms of academics. oh dear, i can sense a shitstorm brewing, and that's the weather forecast for the rest of the year. oh dear, i don't want to be in singapore. let me stay in hawaii!

academics aside, i've decided to reflect on the trip to hawaii at length on this blog. all the happy memories indelibly imprinted on this blogsite. so at least, when i cast aside my torrential adolescence, when i turn those yellow, cracked, fragile pages of my past life, i can review the best trip overseas in my life with nostalgia.

hawaii taught me a lot of things.
now i can really party with my hair down. i never knew i could dance. :D

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this is what happened to me one fine sunny morning,

this morning, when i passed by st gabriel's primary school, got a few kids at their outside stare at me, stare stare stare, stare what stare, dunno kua lan jiao or what. then they point at me, point point point, point what point, zhizhidiandian what zhizhidiandian. then one of them say what i phoa chu kang ar? siao ah gao. i don't want teach them bad thing ar, or else i point middle finger tell them stfu already ar. stupid bunch of kids. tsktsk, kids nowadays ar, dunno how their parents guan jiao them one. never mind, heck care them. not my problem. i have a reputation for being a good boy, and i wanna keep them up. im not gonna lose my reputation of being a good boy by pointing middle finger up their ass and telling them stfu ar. hahahah, fucking losers. i wonder why they like that one. never mind lar, none of my business. i got my own shit to busy with. i not so bo liao. not like them. hmph. tomorrow i bring knife go scare them ah. see whether they still what point point stare stare shout shout or not. muahahaha. and for the kids, here's a tip. you don't know who you're aggravating, it might be a normal person but it might be a terrorist. muahahaha. just watch out man. one more time im gonna solo rape all of you and stuff money up your ass ar. like the five dollar story like that. hmph.

i did something stupid today.

hey, that isn't completely true. i do stupid things everyday!
peak hour travelling. crowded mrt. dammit! tired from mugging maths, i wanted to get home asap after maths tuition, at 7:30 - when tuition was supposed to end at 7. i'm glad it ended a little late though; at least i learnt something new :D anyway, i grew grumpy just waiting for the train to arrive. it was jam-packed, the people right in front of the door had difficulty getting. needless to say how hard it was for me; i squeezed right in. too bad that there's little space. i got into the train without incident, but when the doors closed my bag told me it was too big. squashed by the doors. i said SHIT aloud and tried to tug away, but it stuck fast. fortuneately for me,public samaritans helped to pull my bag in. i love that kind of people, helping one another without knowing each other. we should emulate them. but too late, damage done. the NEW bag had its front portion crumpled like waste paper, narrowly missing my tuner, which was there. in the end, i felt really grateful but really uncomfortable - after all, the train was full of people like sardines in a tin can. so i found myself in this awkward position where it looked like i was going to bang the guy in front of me from behind. fortuneately the ride didn't last long. well then, things pretty much got along without events. at least until i was walking within close proximity of the house i live in. thinking the small thing in front of me was a rock, i kicked it aside - only to realise that it was too soft to be a rock. must be a pile of leaves, i told myself. i walked another step forward, than the tip of my shoe met with that very same surface.

it was then that i realized it was a living, breathing creature; it wasn't a rock, it was a frog! aghast at what i had done, i apologized aloud to the frog. i must have stood on the spot for a minute just apologising to the frog. i only stopped when it vanished into the grass patch. that moment of horror; my heart flew to my mouth. i might have gasped and put my hand to my mouth. i tread the rest of the distance carefully with my heart somewhere in my throat.

well here i am blogging now.

PTM today, my parents want me to finish all the homework i owe in one shot. i don't want to be bothered. thank my teachers for saying nice things about me; god knows what would happen if the teachers mixed their remarks for me with mitchell's. well its pretty good compared to what could happen, so WHEW. i've started on the homework i owe okay.

wow i've talked a lot and i still have the concert to blog about. i feel really guilty; i had a lot of things in mind after the concert, but it feels like centuries ago now. oh and i have ANNOUNCEMENT: i have a spare ticket for TKMB (harper lee) play on saturday 13th march. who wants it? it's going for $14, which seems a pretty good deal 'cause the uncut prices range from $39 - $59. credits to keith chia for stupidly buying that spare ticket with my money. the play is at nlb at bras basah, you know, the main one. you need to reach by 245pm.

well that's all i have to say today. i'll have to find time to blog about band soon, i'm going to have to leave in about 2 weeks. which is sad. and it's gonna be an epic essay. for now i gotta chiong homework. ARGH CHIONG!

rest in peace, dear urinal.

this is me being retarded

will post about the concert later on. kthxbai. (i cant believe i wrote that 0.O)

two tests followed by a concert.

what you see with your eyes.
what you hear with your ears.
what you smell with your nose.
what you taste with your tongue.
what you feel with your skin.

they're not real if you don't feel them in your heart.
love isn't real, if you don't feel it in your heart. biting, burning. hurting. sweetly.
if you don't feel it in your heart, the sweet oblivion, bliss. not real.
the only things that are real are those that can be felt with your heart, in your heart.


well that's quite a lot if thoughts for the time when one is waiting for the traffic light turns green.
wish me luck. come for the concert, I'M PERFORMING.