thanks barber aunty, my carefully grown hair is now FUCKED

i do give up easily i realize

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7dGE73oMTI&feature=related

fuck my shifts timing, its perfect. perfectly horrible.

there is no karma. im going to live my life like i was told, to ask when i dont know.

rip

Sunday marked the passing of a most remarkable man.

Mr Peter Thong wasnt just a teacher, he was also a friend and a father like figure to us all (to me at least). He did not just teach us chemistry, physics and maths, he taught us so much more about life, correcting our attitude towards life with his many quirky quotes and interesting stories. When i look back at his lessons, i will definitely remember much more than potential energy = mgh or whatever, i'll remember the times i had in the class that i enjoyed so much, smsing under the table to classmates across the table, guessing at multiple choice questions, making fun of each other, playing the freaking eraser flipping game, playing bingo in class while pretending to talk mathematical stuff, loudly asking each other for the time, waiting at the playground for each other. What i obtained there wasnt just those secondary school academic crap which i probably forgotten by now, i obtained many valuable lessons that i couldnt have learnt in any other classrooms and i forged friendships that will last a lifetime. Mr Thong always gave his best for us, he would make us stay back up till ten o clock just to finish his worksheets despite our incessant whining, he would photocopy a shit load of stuff for us even if its for other subjects like chinese and he would always try his best to make sure we understand our work to the best of his abilities.

Its only after he left us that i start to remember so much about him, his various memorable quotes and his kindness. I might have lost track of most of the words he said but i've decided that from now on i will remember and live by his teachings as not doing so would only be an insult to his memories.

on the other hand, i just wasted 5 minutes of your time reading this.

im proud to have studied under mr thong. rest in peace.

got this from a senior, you can lose everything, but never lose yourself

its just like starting the cycle of junior to senior all over again. i feel as though i've entered secondary school again, if last year, my first year in nat team was sec1, this year would be sec2. still making lots of mistakes and being a total idiot. its like as if i lost the hunger to score, one on zero opportunities to me are like chances to test out my stupidity, fuck this man, gotten so used to having people covering and so used to people claiming its ok to miss shots. growing accustomed to all this is seriously fucking with my life. from now on, every shot is as if i was back in those early days when i wanted to prove myself, decisive and fast, even a lob has to be a nice one, no more of those half hearted rubbish.

haha im just bored but this week was kinda good. lets hope everything go well and i'll be a super super super super super super happy person ahaha.

and i realized that i tend to blog alot less when i dont take notes in my ipod, proves that too much maggi mee is actually giving me a shorter memory span.

rewatching how i met your mother. effing awesomely funny show!

argh how many more days to my best friend coming back?

and xmen is pretty weird, i dont think it was that good serious.

and i can only type in one sentence cause i dint take notes in my ipod argh!