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happy surfing,

Sunday, December 31

t.o.w. the rockish broodish

Rwar. I guess I'm glad TV works.

I feel human. Even though I feel like crap, at least I can safely say I'm no longer stuck in the robotic cog. It feels weird to be feeling like this again. I think the past 2 years I've shielded myself so much, I hardly existed as a real person. Perhaps now then.

The past few days have been really nice. I satiated my desire for tennis and mahjong pretty much. The indoor courts were amazing as was the overnight mahjong with the kb ppl. Yan shuang got it right when she said she felt like a primary school kid around us. I guess we never grow out our friends and even though I think I was expecting too much too soon from what we all had previously, I guess I should just be happy with what we managed to carry forward. I still remember everything so vividly from primary school. The backstage, the field, the chicken rice, the library. Good times, good times. So I guess serve me regret as long as the sweet memories are on the side.

Sometimes maybe I think anger that I direct at others really channels because I'm angry with myself. I need to grow a pair and just shoot my mouth off. Haha. I'm too cautious about hurting others although I'm guessing such an etho will probably be appreciated in the sunny island of palau tekan. Sorry, I couldnt resist the irony.

Anyway. I have 11 days of freedom before I trade in my pretty pink IC for a gruesome green. I need to do the following.

1. Finish OTH.
2. Finish the Waving Flag
3. RUN EVERYDAY.
4. Swim.
5. Tennis.
6. Finish my Columbia application.
7. Bowl.

Rwar. I had a lousy christmas so here wishing everyone a crappy new year.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:49 PM

Tuesday, December 26

t.o.w. do i make you proud

I swear television has the best effect on me. It makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to feel. With everything I've been through the last few years, I rarely bother to feel. I rarely bother to feel human. It protects me I guess. Hence, I love my tv.

Julie Cooper and Sandy Cohen make me proud. If I ever saw the look that they had on their face when I graduated, it would make all the embarrassment worth it.

And mcdreamy is the worst human ever. Not only is he not hot, I believe his ego has inflated with all the surrounding talk about his imaginary suave'ity. And Addison Shepherd is the most beautiful woman ever to grace the small screen (maybe after hilarie burton). I am in love with her.

The rain is bugging me. I have plans. Well, I had plans.

And I'm lazy to blog about the holiday. It was great. Really. I fully believed that it would one day be possible for me to live in the states. I guess the only thing that marred it was that one night at the chinese restaurant. That one night, I was truly embarrassed. That is not the man I want to become. That would require not having the narrowest of minds and hearts.

Back to the tube then.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:30 PM

Tuesday, December 5

t.o.w. brown suits and pearly whites

Much to my surprise, Paul won best dressed. I am very surprised because I thought I should have won. I mean, I was wearing a Michael Kors design! Come on! Haha.

Anyway. Photos of people who really played a part in making hwachong life so fun. I know I always contemplate out loud about what could have been should I have gone over to rj instead. I probably might have been happier as a whole, felt it easier to fit in perhaps and might have made better, lasting bonds. But seriously, I'm not regretting the choice to come to hwachong. I guess the school spirit really counts for something here. The cheering for sports teams even though I don't know anyone in the team, the fact that you can make friends so easily and that everyone waves to say hi at the classbenches really sums up what hwachong is I guess. And I'm proud and glad to have been part of it.

Anyway. Honour roll. In no obvious order of how much I like / hate / despise / loathe you. I'm kidding, I love everyone. Really, utopic times isnt it.

The bowlers. FRIES.




Bowling Bonanza! CONFERENCES.




My reading room & nlb buddies. JUST FRIENDS & GRAMMAR LESSONS.



The Class. 05S74.





Wenyi. DRAWINGS, DIETS & DITZY.




Xuyan. 133!




Ronald. CONSTANT.




Yuqin. PUBICs




Fellow Muggers. LUNCH?




The American Dream Team. COLUMBIA, CORNELL, STANFORD, WISCONSIN.



Well theres that. 2 years in hwachong. Some of the best times and experiences.

I hope I lead with compassion and lived with passion. =)
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:30 PM

Sunday, December 3

t.o.w. exasperational rage

I am damn bloody tired.

"Rage. I know how it eats you up. But rage goes away, and when it does, you're just left with the mess you've made."

I guess whoever was smart enough to claim this is right. But its tiring to have to deal with the crap that people heave at you without making an inch of a stand. It is also tiring having to curb that anger and the aplopletic words that I have to share.

Because every single one of you just don't seem to care nor seem to give a rats ass about something that you never had the guts to committ to. I get the many boats mentality but this is fucking fucked up.

I hate being the free boat for hire only to be canceled at the last minute because I am supposedly supposed to be understanding. Why the hell did I have to agree in the first place. I think as much as I am furious with you guys, I am with myself for permitting this to happen.

Perhaps, perhaps this was never meant to be.

They say people group together because of common goals and common beliefs. I say people group me in just to make numbers.

I guess the tone is disappointment.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:09 PM

Friday, December 1

t.o.w. the break

I am relaxed.

Relaxed itchy though. I have this huge rash on my back. This makes me not want to visit katherine tmr and not want to finish my prom shopping. I just want to stay home and resist the urge to scratch. I've been damn strong so far. I haven't even considered cheating my way into scratching. You could put 100000 creepy crawlies on me and I'd be perfectly fine. Just not lizards.

Any how. I am so thankful for the break I got. Even though it gave me a terrible itch and stressed me out further now that I'm back and fretting about prom. I'm still glad I had the opportunity to just chill man. The scenery was great. The spa was great (apart from the disease-causing oils or the bacteria infested palms of the massuese). Food was great ; it felt good to be eating entres, mains and desserts all over again. The sun was great. The company was great. And the shows were great. Chill out chow time was just exactly the reprieve I needed. Except its not so much a reprieve since I don't have to study for 3 whole years!

Wahaha. Very elated. Itchy though. I think the more I type the word the worst it becomes. Prickly. Pokey. Rwar.

Columbia will be emailing me the decision on the 7th. If I don't get it, I will die but if I get it, I will die as well. What to do with my impromptu baby..
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:47 PM