The Passing of an April Shower...

Man, looks lyke e weather's realli turnin' bad these few days...It's kinda lyke, e storm before e sun or somethin', 'cos it's gonna turn realli hot in May. so's lyke, April is cold as hell, while May is hot as high hell...or somethin' lyke dat, if anyone noes wad i'm tokin' abt, 'cos honestli, evn i dunno wad i'm tokin' abt...

War is a necessary evil
See, i'm in e finals of dis debate thin'y...my team(we represent Cheetah hse)managed to pull thru e first two rds wif relative ease(tho e second rd was realli tense, n a pretty close shave)so dats my motion for e finals. we're s'posed to tok abt war as necessary, despite bein' evil. evry1 seems to think dis is tough, but i find it rather ezy, since dat has been my stand for yrs alreadi...i mean, think abt it...e first computer was invented to do calculations for e atomic bomb, while e first high-powered plane engines were invented so planes could drop bombs on others. it's plain for evry1 to c dat war encourages progress. without sacrifice, dere can be no progress.

Don't call me again
Watched Cellular nt too long ago, and it definiteli gets at least 4 out of 5 stars frm mi. a suspenseful, gripping story wif more den its fair share of dramatic twists, Cellular promises, and delivers, a compellin' adventure. e music oso helps add to e atmosphere, while e masterful actin' on e part of e actors helps add e finishin' touch to an alreadi excellent movie.

i'm realli startin' to hate lit...i mean, all e tec evr toks abt is entireli bullshit, n she seems to enjoy bullshittin'...she doesn't encouage individual opinion, n expects us all to suscribe to her views...to dat i sae, to hell wif her...i jst might consider droppin' lit as a subject n takin' it as a private candidate...she's wastin' my time in class, seriousli...

[L]ike e moon
[O]n a windy nite
[V]ast n
[E]verlasting

[Y]esterday was lyke a vision
[O]f e endless fields of flowers
[U]nder e watchful eye of e sky

Vivi,
I love you
-Jet

I saw a light at the end of the tunnel...And then I realized it was a train

Finally, life is startin' to look up. Come Friday, i'll be free of whatever ncc duties i may hv...i've also more or less made up my mind to quit helpin' zahara n prob'ly cindy goh with whatever work that needs to be done. cindy goh is under the mistaken belief that everyone owes her, which i find really annoyin'...n, well, i used to think zahara was a reasonable person. up until she started talkin' about how gals r alwayz better den guys...den i realized dat no matter what the guys in my class try to do to make it up to her, she'll alwayz believe the gals over the guys. n it's so not fair, considerin' the five ppl who hand up their work on time, all the time consistently are guys, and the five ppl who hand up their work late, sloppily done and inconsistently are gals...and gals provide the most trouble when it comes to collectin' homework, as far as my class is concerned.

i dun suscribe to sexist views, n am extremely annoyed with zahara for generalisin' like that...sure, SOME guys are annoyin', and SOME gals are very well behaved...but she acts like all guys are trouble and all gals are angels. that is so wrong. so, if all goes well, come friday, i'll quit bein' the rep for accouts, history n social studies. that leaves me with english and chinese, which i can handle. those two teachers put minimal stress on me, and actually bother to act grateful for the effort the students put in, be it guy or gal.

so, like, i'm startin' a daily joggin' routine...wake up at 5 every mornin' and go down to jog a few laps round the park...i've actually come to like joggin'...with lots of hard work, dedication n trainin', i might be able to make it into the commandos in future. that's my goal for the time bein'...that, and bein' a history lecturer in NUS or any good JC...none of these are easy goals, but it's always the journey which is the toughest, and the most rewardin', 'cos the experience is unattainable elsewhere.

to anybody out there who has ever played the great game Xenogears<i doubt any of you have>, the soundtrack absolutely rocks! i love the music on it...it's just so touchin', inspirin' n emotional at the same time. i listen to it almost everyday...that, and It's Beautiful, by Leonard Ng, homegrown s'porean composer.

so, like, i watched The Incredibles on VCD just day before yesterday, and it was absolutely great! i was actually pretty skeptical before watchin' it, since i thought it would be just some other cartoon. i was totally blown away by the end of the show. absolutely touchin', it really taught me somethin' about life.

took a typin' test with shawn the other day...crap, i got a net typin' speed of 79 words per min! lost to shawn's net speed of 80 wpm. now i really know i need to work on my typin' speed.

n, it's time to give reconition to the one person whom my life revolves around, and that's none other than the beautiful, matronly and fiercely independent love of my life, Vivien Goh. My life changed, and much for the better, when i got to know her almost a year ago...i walked down a path, and have never looked back, never regretted anythin' i have done since i knew her. she's the one who's made life worth livin' properly, the one gal who's made me believe, and given me the courage to go on. so, if you're readin' this, you go, gal!

Carrie!!! Carrie!!! Carrie!!!

Phew, just watched Van Helsing. All I have to say is...That was the worse torture I've ever had to endure. The plot was thick, and not in a good way, either. The story was horribly told, the character interaction and development was really weak, the musical score was the worse I've heard in a long time, and the CGI was totally overdone. The show was so full of computer effects that I nearly choked on it. Seriously, how can anyone sit through such a show? Halfway through, I was really hoping that the show would just end. They dragged out the plot so much that it started to get lame after a while. Trying to string three different legends together just doesn't work. I mean, Van Helsing is a great comic. Dracula was an original idea when the movie first came out. And Frankenstein was an artfully written novel. But to string those three together...Just, well, ugh...Bottom line is, that is one movie that won't be getting any nods from me.

So, like, life just got really boring, again...Everybody else is off playing online games except me. I dunno, I just can't get the hang of online games...I'm starting to shut those out altogether...Find it very childish...I'd rather go out or something...Getting very restless these few days...Damn, I need a hobby. Maybe I'll get a penpal or something. Ohhh, that's an idea.

Met Cindy Goh at the market this morning, eating breakfast with her husband. Wow, that's like, so romantic, or something. Too bad, I've got no interest in getting up early in the morning on weekends, so there's no way anybody is gonna drag me out of the house to eat breakfast in future, not even my wife. Still, there's a thought.

Whoo, so, my mom went on another bout of screaming again today. Good grief, she's REALLY good at that...At screaming, I mean...I wish, for once, she'd stand back and look at things from my point of view...She's always comparing the amount of housework she does to the amount I do...But hey, I iron my own clothes, maintain my own room and wash the dishes...How much more does she expect from me? I AM only 16, you know. She's almost four times older than me, shouldn't she be doing more work? I dunno, that's just my twisted logic.

You know, honestly, I don't see why Jamie Yeo is the most popular Perfect 10 DJ. Carrie Chong is cuter, definitely. And she's got a cuter voice. And she's very honest...Alright, maybe a little too honest at times...She can sometimes offend by accident...But it's gotta be better than Jamie Yeo. Jamie Yeo is...OLD...Carrie is younger...Hell, even Grace Chua is younger than Jamie Yeo...So, like, maybe I should go start a Carrie Chong fanclub...And start a whole website dedicated to her. The only problem would be getting people to join...That, and I'm too lazy to update a webpage regularly...So, like, any of you reading this who are Carrie Chong fans, you can contact me if you're interested in starting and maintaining a website and letting me get all the credit. Hey, why not? It's an honor to be helping me gain credit. >.<

Anyway, that about wraps up the post for today...Relatively short post today, surprisingly...Lazy to write more...Wanna go see show le...Gonna watch Million Dollar Baby...I'll probably write about it in my next post...So until then, c'ya!

If you plan to fail, and succeed, is it considered a success or a failure?

Just watched Assault on Precinct 13 and Series of Unfortunate Events recently. Assault on Precinct 13 is riddled with cliches, to the point of unbearability! The storyline is like, DUH, all the way from the start to the end. If you've watched enough such shows, you'll practically fall asleep halfway through. The only refreshing thing about the entire show was Ethan Hawke and Laurence Fishbourne. Without them, the entire show would've gone into my list of top ten crappiest shows for 2005. A Series of Unfortunate Events was awesome, especially since it's got, gasp!, Jim Carrey! One of my favourite actors, EVER! Oh, and Emily Browning, too. She's absolutely gorgeous, for a teenager under 15. But confirm not more perfect than my dear piggy larh(She's reading this, so must keep my eyes to myself, or else later she angry O.o)

Wah, recent common tests went horribly! Think all my grades confirm butchered le. Stress. Everyday drink coffee to try and stay alert. Even though got an early night these past few days, still feeling very tired all the time. Think the effort of stayin' awake is enough to drain all my energy le, not to mention trying to pay attention. I really need to cut down on the caffeine, now that the common test is (mostly) over.

You know the best thing about having a sister? All the magazines. Gals have this habit of buying magazines...8days, Teen etc etc. I've got nothing against magazines. I actually read magazines...When I'm really bored, and got nothing else to do. Problem? I'm too lazy to go and buy magazines...And I don't see the point, anyway. So, it's like, with my sister around, I don't even need to buy, she buys, then I read. Save time, save money and...I don't get why my sister is reading Teen magazine. She's only 10. Weeeird.

Hey, anybody heard Honey by Cyndi yet? It's like, so sweet, but not really my type. Honestly, of all her song, I prefer Lian Ai Jie Zou the most. Oh, oh, oh, and FIR! God, I'm so outdated! Lolx, I'm still living in, like, 2004. And, after so long, I still can't see what's so great about SHE. It's not as if their songs are really good -.- (Sabrina will kill me if she sees THAT, lolx)

After thinking for, like, months, I finally realized who Jeanette Au reminds me of...She reminds me ooooooffffff...DUM DUM DUM DUM.........Jing Jing! Hahaz, yupe, Jing arh! That gal arh, always bullying me. She bully me into writing about her here also, hahaz. But cannot blame, always bully her in sec 1, see larh, now she taking revenge -.- Hahaz, surprised nobody else really thought about it, though. Alloy said that Jeanette looks like Him Lim...Hrmmm, does it? I dunno...Still think she looks like Jing arh! Lolx

Hahaz, and now, come to the most important part of the entire post...Time to write about the fabulous and 100% lovely gal who has stood by my side through rain and shine(More rain than shine, actually)and I came up with this poem thingy during English lesson today
(V)ivien
(I)s the
(V)iolet, for which
(I) love, for
(E)ver
(N) ever
Alright, it doesn't rhyme, contains really few words, and the (N) part was cheating, because and starts with an (A). Hahaz, never mind, working on yet another poem, so, like, the next one will be better! I hope.

Welcome to My Life

What is it with parents? Do they simply enjoy making hell outta my life? Who knows, really? And then there's my grandma...I mean, I understand her husband of almost 50 years has just died, but geez, it wasn't our fault was it? So why the hell is it that she's bitching at me, at my cousins, at my aunts, uncles and practically whoever else is unlucky enough to cross paths with her? It's starting to get on my nerves. And what's even better is that all my aunts and uncles are fighting amongst themselves, as if their father's death ain't enough. And my mom is childish enough to join in. So now I've got a really bitter grandma breathing down my neck, and pissed off parents fighting with relatives over god-knows-what.

And here's one more thing. My parents never stood by me throughout the time it took for me to grow up. The only ones ever there for me were my godparents. And then, over some stupid trivial matter, my dad refuses to let us acknowledge our godparents. Who the hell are they to decide whom I should acknowledge and whom I shouldn't? Hell, if I had a choice, I'd bleeding move right out of this god-forsaken house. My parents never cared what I did or didn't do while I was growing up. Now that I'm a teenager, they want to run my life, saying everything is for my own good. All that is hypocritical bullshit. Hey, wake up call, if you guys wanted to run my life, you should've at least showed some care and concern when I was younger. Now that I've grown up, you jolly well stay out of my life.

Do you ever have one of those enlightening moments when you just know what your life is going to turn out like? I just did, the other day. I looked back on all my sins throughout life and weighed them out against all the good deeds I've done and...I got a negative number. By a lot. What does this mean? It probably means I'm going to hell when I die. Of course, a lot of people have advised me to repent, and, like, become a better man. But, geez...It's a little too late to be repenting now, isn't it? If I tried repenting now, God, up there in the Heavens, would probably laugh and say "Nice joke, Jet, pull up the other one and I'll throw you a lifeline". They say God has a plan for everyone. That's bullshit. God is a kid with a mental problem and lacking the comprehensive ability to put two and two together.

I've got a theory on why life seems perfect for some people and absolutely sucky for others. A long, long time ago, all the Gods sat around a table discussing life. They made life perfect. The whole world was a perfect, beautiful garden, with butterflies fluttering around and swans in the lake. And everyone would have a great time, and have lots of fun. Yeah, even me. That's what the Gods planned for everyone. And then the drunk God of alcohol came in and vomitted all over the place, ruining the perfect world. So's, like, the Gods are now spending a lot of their time cleaning up the mess. Those people who lead perfect lives are those who managed to stay clean. And me? The God of alcohol probably particularly hated me, and vomitted all over my side of life...A lot...

Oh, but hey, I've watched Constantine. Comments? Great show, definitely the best shown I've seen in a long while. The story was deep, very deep...Deep enough to make me think twice, which is rare...The action scenes were also nicely done, with beautiful CGI and perfectly choreographed fight scenes. The best part of the show, though, was the chemistry between Keanu Reeves and Rachel Weisz, playing John Constantine and Rachel Dodson. The dialogue was delivered flawlessly. Of course, I expect no less from Keanu. Possibly one of my favourite actors of all time.

You know, I think there's something wrong with the way I think. I mean, I've known there's something wrong with me from day one. But I never thought too much about it, until now. I'm probably suffering from some retardation in the head due to having a messed up childhood. Yeah, probably some brain deficiency that stops me from acting like a normal, sane human being.

Oh, and, hey, I actually returned to hacking again. I guess things like hacking are not something which people can just retire from. This is, like, the third or fourth time I've supposedly "retired" from hacking. What a laugh. Well, as long as I don't hack people's accounts, I figure it's all good. I mean, I'm a hacker, but I'm not harming anyone, right? So that makes me perfectly fine.

One more thing just occurred to me...After so many years, and hanging out with dozens of gals, I haven't figured one thing out...That is, exactly what is up with gals and tears? I mean, when something goes well, gals cry. When something goes badly, they cry. When they get hurt, gals cry. When their friends get hurt, they cry for their friends. When they're angry, gals cry. When other people are angry, they cry. I really don't get it. What I do understand is that tears are a gal's most powerful weapon. It doesn't matter how dumb, ugly or fierce a gal is. All she has to do is cry, and guys will immediately turn to jelly. It's a fact. For any gals out there, if you ever feel the need to get a guy into trouble: cry. Just cry your heart out, it's bound to work.

And before I forget, gotta include honorable mention of my dear piggy! A really mature prima donna(I also just found out what this word means)who always puts others before herself. If you ever need a sympathetic shoulder to cry on, can go to her.(Wah, I tell so many lies in one paragraph >_<)Very magnanimous nature, so if you do manage to piss her off, then you are really jia lat.(Actually, she did threaten to slap me if I try anything funny O_o)There, got one whole paragraph le! Hahaz, next time gotta write an entire comprehension passage, then an essay.

In Case of Fire, Please Sleep with a Fireman

Another long day, full of work, full of problems, but with two major differences that set it apart from normal school days. The first would definitely have to be Mr Beh's absence from school. That's surprising, he never skips school. Too bad we don't have any of his periods today, damn.

The second big difference is that, well, Esther Tan ain't coming to Dunearn anymore. That's right, she's resigned, and we got a stupid relief teacher today. A smelly, fat guy called Mr Sai. Well, the class voted not to waste any time on stupid relief worksheets, so they opted to have some of us go up and go through the literature texts with the class. Namely, Radhika, Deborah, Christopher and, hell, me. God, I really hate working with Radhika and Christopher. They're as stubborn as, well, I dunno, Esther Tan? Halfway through the lesson, we were arguing among ourselves. And it doesn't help that Amanda kept saying "Give up, it's three on one" in the background. The problem is, I don't like giving up! Even more so than I hate anything else in life. Just because she likes to give up on everything in life, doesn't mean I like to do the same. So let me do what I want, goddamnit.

On a lighter note, I think I might be recovering. Definitely feeling better already. Coughed a hell of a lot in class today, like, maybe 30 or 40 times an hour. Played hell with my chest. But I think I'm recovering. Hope I recover soon, this can't go on. I need a break. Everywhere I turn, it's stress, stress, stress. And somehow, I'm supposed to work it all out.

Whenever I read horoscopes, people born under 'Taurus' are supposed to be easily jealous and extremely petty. So why in the devil's name, am I compelled to keep everything to myself? I wanna throw temper tantrums too! I wanna yell and scream and act like a spoilt little brat too! I wanna know that the people around me care too! I'm just another human. So why am I stuck in this hellish nightmare? Friends? I can count less than 5 true friends. Family? Don't get me started. Who, then, am I supposed to rely on? Myself? I only hope that I don't burn myself out and go crazy from stress.

I think I need a vacation. Maybe that's why I'm sick. I've been drinking too much, sleeping too little, working too long and trying too hard. And it's not in my nature to stand down. Amanda is the "Give up, give up, give up" type, but not me. So I suppose it's my own fault when teachers ask if I can do something and I agree. I'm stuck collecting and going through Chinese homework and corrections, English journals, Combined Humanities homework on both ends, and Accounts stuff for two classes. And when teachers ask if I can handle, what do I tell them? "Yes" I'm too proud to admit that I'm suffocating from responsibility. That's probably why I'm stuck in this rut.

That about ends my rant for the day. So here's food for thought...You know when you go to an ATM, and they ask you to type in your PIN number? Well, I thought a lot about it, and all I came up with was...Huh? I mean, PIN stands for Personal Identification Number right? So when the ATM asks us to type in our PIN number, it's asking for our Personal Identification Number number? Weird, huh?

Geez, I've flamed so much in the last few paragraphs that I'm totally exhausted now, and totally out of topics for the moment...Of course, before I end off, definitely gotta include some mention of my beloved Piggy. Haha, hey, one line counts hor!