Jolly Folly, Mighty Morphin'

O no. My parents justed borrowed the entire DA CHANG JIN DVD series. It's Da4 Chang2 Jing1! Crystal pronounce weirdly... One look at the screen I see historic landscape and all the women clad in layered cotton. Sort of turned off...

Addicted to this game! This http://www.miniclip.com/reelgold.htm. Shouldn't have started. Just kept playing and playing. Not very fun actually, quite lame, but I just find myself re-doing it again and again... A pleasure though, in the midst of screaming, screeching, sprinting mugging.

Posted by Brandon at Wednesday, August 31, 2005 | Permalink

After days of inactivity I feel like a blob of blubber. Haha. Then today went to the same CHINESE restaurant for the third time to eat a la carte buffet, watching the same few dishes sliding on the revolve. No fourth time.

I never learn my lesson when it comes to buffets. I always tell myself, "Brandon, Just eat until you are full. DON'T OVER-EAT!" But I ALWAYS overeat. Sometimes I feel I'm deceiving myself when I realise I'm full, "I'M NOT FULL, THERE'S STILL SPACE." For the first time since Primary 5?6?, I'm seeing visible signs of horizontal development. Don't know whether to be happy or sad.

The other day was at Navy Base, had meals there. Made me realise that if I can't survive Army, it's not coz I'm not fit enough, it's because I don't have enough to EAT! Alamak. Must cut down, so if you see me eating too much, please remind me. A plate is enough, no second round or junk. Help.

GP was another tumble down the lane. WORSE than mock test. What the hell... I don't want less than 50. Pray pray.

Posted by Brandon at Monday, August 29, 2005 | Permalink

After blog-surfing today, I changed my impression of someone. Wah LIU!

ARTS HOUSE Tech Run Hats off to Mr Jeffrey Tan who remained calm and cool although a thousand things were cascading down on him. Sat there, admiring his composure and wishing I was less hot-tempered. Funny dinner with joke after jokeafter joke. That coconut sago rocked.

ACJC I had some thoughts about them. Quite sympathise with them. People out there don't quite like them. I mean they are good in the sense that they are vocally very powderful, set-elaborate, highly professional, spectacle-driven theatre and so...

There was this Indian lady who was waiting for Mr Tan to finish his call. She had to stand away from him, she had to jut her ass out, she had to bat/batt her lashes. Could sense this wicked attempt at/unintentional attempt at professionalism-led haughtiness, the kind where you get carried away with success that you begin to stand up straighter, heads up higher, smile uncannily wider.

Suddenly have this image of streets in China where apprentices followed their masters, in a hunced position, at the tail of their employers. Very thankful, though their clothes are way off clean. Very satisfied at having nothing at all, but two hands that will work, work until the blisters grow and work until the Sun sets. In the end, it all pays off.

Posted by Brandon at Friday, August 26, 2005 | Permalink

Got a shorter haircut. Sudden urge to cut off the protruding right-angles around the edge of the head. Arh, don't know la. Looks weird.

Was walking from Bishan MRT back home. On the opposite side of the road, I saw Saras. (INDIAN FEMALE BIO TEACHER WITH HIGH-PITCHED VOICE). Funny. I'm at page 230 of a book. The wind blows and suddenly I catch a glimpse of page 199.

She never really changed, from that distance, still that hair length, that gait, that SAME handbag, that same bloodshot lipstick. But something more like a hint of fatigue. (Not trying to be racist) but realised she also looked a little fairer.

Life has changed. Never felt time was so COMPRESSED before. Studying for Prelims is HELL. COMPRESSED. Speed reading. Skim through. Next pile.

Went Esplanade library. Was very happy coz I wanted to borrow Oedipus and Iceman cometh to watch. Found Oedipus, a traditional production. Video but never mind, looked good from the cover. Went everywhere searching for Iceman. Here, there, walked back the same place and back again. WHERE THE HELL IS IT? Yes, there I found it. Time to whack and borrow.

Alamak sia. The card cannot borrow. Walk out, felt quite ...

Weird.

Posted by Brandon at Wednesday, August 24, 2005 | Permalink

I think I am the master of no-show when it comes to expressing my feelings. I think sometimes, I take life too seriously, and find it hard to give myself a good laugh when I deserve to, when the circumstances deserve it. Often, I find myself RIDICULOUSLY asking myself why I laugh, then I laugh.

Monday, GEOGERS threw a pseudo-surprise on me in the canteen, with a chocolate cake, and a white bag of gifts, with a stick into it. Quite funny feeling. FELT SO GRATIFIED and HONOURED, but I just couldn't articulate it. I was telling myself, "WHY UNDERMINE THE MOMENT BY SPEAKING?" And I sat very perturbed by this intruding thought that haunted me as I spoke. I remember:

Dawn walking to the dustbin and realising the box doesn't fit.
Shariza digging for left-over candles.
Helen was the one holding the cake, with followers more concerned with flame than the cake/Helen's safety (HA!)
Khairul forgot to put his note into the bag.
Erica's potato has a heart-shaped hand.
Crystal nodding in satisfaction at the first bite of the chocolate cake, turning into disgust at the cream.
Yin Ren's non-chalant singing and his hilarious cartoon that makes no sense.

I make good paparazzi. THANK YOU GEOGERS.

VICTORIA SCHOOL going co-ed?! Big laugh. I remember Yin Ren looking solemnly glum at the sudden news, Zhan Hui with his ever-radiant smile surveying the canteen for any violent response at the article. Talk about polarity! VS' repuation will go down the drain. "THY DAUGHTERS ARE WE".

Posted by Brandon at Wednesday, August 17, 2005 | Permalink

Thank you FRIENDS who very kindly smsed to wish me a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Good things will befall you!

He, I woke up this morning, and gave myself a weak laugh. Facing the ceiling in a supine position, at peace, don't know why I set the alarm clock on a Sunday morning. Then was whisked into car, and breakfast at Ang Mo Kio Food Centre. Like every Sunday morning, we gorged as usual, with the table FILLED with food.

It's night now and it's the first time, in 18 years, we've stopped celebrating with a birthday cake. Weird, perhaps I've gotten use to the ritual of cutting a cake, putting candles on it, turning off the lights, birthday song, lights on, wish, blow candles. This year, I think it has progressed one notch up. A SIGN OF ADULTHOOD THAT SHAVES OFF THE CHILD-LIKE FESTIVITIES/CELEBRATIONS.

Yesterday was at this ALFAS challenge in school and had a lot of activities. Had some impromptu speech, interview sessions, negotiation etc. The end came and teachers evaluated and MS Goh said, "Ermmm, Brandon, I think you're too deep."

Breathe.

"The answers that you gave were cheem."

It was bizarre hearing Ms Goh say "cheem", something that doesn't sound like it's from her. And if she says that, I figure, it must mean something. I wished I could knock my head and figure out what I was thinking. When I got the topic "Antenna", I freaked out so much I actually talked about lightning conductors, and how it relates to life. Then the topic about "How to seel ice-cream to an Eskimo" I talked about negative and negative is positive, but positive and positive is still positive. Come to think of it, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?

META-COGNITION: is that I realise when people laugh, they feel I made a joke, but in actual fact I meant it. Then I laugh also, coz I realised how dumb I was to do what I did.

THE evaluation session was Bad.

Posted by Brandon at Sunday, August 14, 2005 | Permalink

Today, I just felt anti-social. I'm like HAR!>!>>!??? Thinking about what there is tomorrow. Close eyes, then realise Brandon, you haven't done something today. But, hey I've done what I wanted to, should be quite satisfied, no complaints, can close eyes and sleep. Then jolt back to life. WHAT WAS THERE INTERESTING TODAY THAT MADE TODAY TODAY?

What can I say? One of the times in life when you're left speechless by the numerous THINGs that are happening around.

Posted by Brandon at Thursday, August 11, 2005 | Permalink

This is a rip-off from Crystal's blog.

1. Your gynaecologist

Jiali coz she looks like a good, trained, pink-cheek nurse. Clean mind to boot!

2. your son's wife

Shariza coz she's just so down-to-earth, frank and available. Manners! MAnners!

3. your daughter's husband

Kumar, unless my daughter minds the race thing. Rock her socks off.

4. your boss

Dawn/Erica. Quite extreme, but yes, you see the leader in them.

5. your wife's best friend of opposite sex

CHO! Coz he'll never touch my wife!

6. your household pet

This is quite derogatory?... YES!

7. your lawyer, assuming you just killed a nice pregnant lady out of sheer evilness

Yin Ren coz his mind is a brimming hotpot (provided he articulates in court!)

8. my lawyer if someone thinks i did it but was actually doing mr chew's essay (some mild paraphrase)

Zhon Yun, the queen of innocence.

9. your brain surgeon

Jiali, coz she looks like she's a good ol'nurse.

10. your single parent

How can a parent be single? As in, maybe female Ruth, or male Khairul, coz I think they have qualities not quite apparent outwardly.

11. your alone-on-desert-island-person

Ruth. She'd, amid the bleakness of life and wreakage, dig into her bag and ask, "Want some biscuits?"

12. your invisble friend

Rebekah, hardly ever talked to her this year, which is actually quite a sad thing.

13. king/queen of the world

Michelle coz she rules the world. Stoning the way to a greater century!

14. king/queen of universe

Ruth/Shariza, because one day if the universe goes down, they would be the only ones with pictorial evidence of past life/existence.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE.

Posted by Brandon at Tuesday, August 09, 2005 | Permalink

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ended and people streamed out of the theatre like nibbling mice. It was quite a ride, I mean the movie was great, but it kept making me want to become. BECOME WILLY WONKA! We always say, "That was such a GREAT movie!", but what better fun than thinking yourself in that role, and perhaps your friends in others? Hehe, the factory was out-of-the-world marvellous, but can't help thinking of the so-alled "dark" undertones...

Then we come out talking about the movie, but what will Johnny Depp be thinking over at Hollywood? "He was fantastic!" I really agree, that switching between deadpan, to conniving to childlike wonder. BUT he doesn't get to hear it. Come to think about it, we appreciate MANY people in our lives, but we don't really say, or don't need to. Even if we do, people might not hear it.

Am addicted to the image of a swimming pool. To the feeling of spreading your arms and legs in the water repeatedly. When your head's above water, you treasure the momentary gasp of air, then you submerge back, then up again, you see ripples on the water coming your way, the winds blowing against you, you go back in, want to swim faster, then a child appears in front of you, DOdge, move, you've reached. Then it's all over again.

Today was at Kino. Then saw this book called "EARTH". Reminded me of Erica, laughed, then opened the book, BUT FOUND myself quite enticed by the content. The pictures are MAGNIFICENT! INDULGENT! BULLSHIT colourful! I wanted to buy it, but it cost $76! But I think the easiest thing in life is to sit down and read something you like a lot, although reading is your greatest fear and enemy. Michelle was browsing some Lit books and I imagined myself picking up "The Great Expectations" and slapping it shut again, because it didn't interest me at all.

Blabbering again.

Posted by Brandon at Monday, August 08, 2005 | Permalink

Drama farewell had this air of supressed enthusiasm, or hidden gratitude. The juniors RAWKED in organising the party. Went there not expecting much, but was fully entertained with act after act, good food, notes from juniors that were really moving (as in you know it's moving when you feel a tinge of electricity in your body), a gift from Priya (an under-sized MICHIGAN T-shirt), a huge house at our disposal. It ended good and well, complete, full and satisfying. I AM GOING TO MISS the people, PRIVATE PARTS moments especially, when everyone just took a stab in the dark and worked unprecedented magic on that huge stage we never thought we could project very well on.

Careers Fair shook me into another prospective sholarship. URA! The perfect sholarship to fuse my flair for drawing, my spatial sensitivity and extreme economics obesession into a discipline that will LAST. The starting pay (which I've always been concerned with, YES corrie!) is quite low but vroom! HERE I COME.

Some of the subjects are fast reaching the end of the syllabuses. It makes me wonder how we pulled through all the aimless wandering, from J1's delightful, naive interest in novelty and freshness to today's slightly jaded but also slightly motivated state of the mind. It's like we've just gotten to know the school better (especially since we stepped out of the TSD shell after practicals), yet we're about to leave this place. We know alot about VJ, but we don't really know much about it.

Posted by Brandon at Tuesday, August 02, 2005 | Permalink