i'm sick again.
i've been sick since well, the day before yesterday.
i got hit by the unholy trinity again; cough, flu, fever.

hope that i get better by thursday.

and to dhanya:
sorry about leaving you high and dry yesterday i think.
my msn got screwed and i got dc-ed.
sorry about that gal.

happy halloween indeed. 

what mum said

me: why is she acting like that? (me on why this character on days of our lives is acting all strange and unusual)
mum: oh, they washed her brain.

if you dont understand why this is funny, you need help.


what i heard from this tv ad:

"... we're 30% cheaper than the rest ..."

surely the double meaning cannot be good for business.

went out for sushi with kit, daph and daph's sis.
daph ran late and so kit and i went in first to get a table before the mob of hungry japanese-food craving people come and steal all our delicious food away.
so yea we went in and guess what? my class guys were all there.
as kit would say, it was scandalous. lol.
i hope they dont think further than necessary. i mean c'mon, kit and me?
lets just say that feminism aint my cuppa tea. ;)

anyway, daph came and we got down to eating. yum yum yum.
sushi is great man. and the tofu and the squid ball thingies. oh man.
we did the usual i guess; ate, talked, ate, talked, laughed, talked, ate.

its great that daph and i, no matter how long we've havent seen each other, are still able to talk about anything and everything like we used to back in secondary school. and i still can make her laugh like a jammed car horn. lol.
thank god our paths crossed.

physics prac was alright i guess. none of those curve balls i mentioned about.
was just hard up for time, but pulled through.

2 prac down, one to go.
15 papers coming up.


on a totally different note, i watched the grudge with my sister this afternoon.
good show, i like sarah michelle geller in this one.
but there's always one thing, like a freaking maggot in a bowl full of fruit loops, that spoils something grand.
this time it was the audience.

they were mainly made up of secondary school kids, with that after exam euphoria and the burn-your-books attitude. hey thats all fine and dandy, they have a right to be happy about the end of their exam and stuff but they were so freaking annoying.
they screamed at every single thing.
there was even this irritating androgenous character seated somewhere behind us who kept narrating the whole story as if he/she wrote the damn thing.

basically its the typical scenario; like being seated next to a crying baby or sleeping with someone who snores as loud as he farts. its just irritating.

movies should have the options like they do at restaurants. you know, the smoking or non-smoking section thing. but in this case it should be annoying kids or non-annoying kids section.

they'll make millions.

anyway, about the show, i thought it was much better than the japanese one. not because it was more scary (its less scary by the way), but because it was easier to understand.
you know how jap horro shows are sometimes extremely confusing and cryptic? well this ones not. sure you still need a brain to watch the show, you just dont have to be einstein to figure out the hows and the whats and the whys. its all nicely laid out.
so for all you bimbos, himbos and those with iq less than 100, this ones for you.

my guess is they made in simpler for the americans to understand. lol.

tomorrow's physics practical.
man i hope they dont throw a curve ball at us; i want none of that weird experiments, weird readings, weird graphs, weird tabulations and stuff like that.
just give me a good old fashion typical experiment and i'll be on cloud nine.
i guess we'll see.

goodness... this site is 39% evil how is that even possible? lol.

boring day, boring life, boring same ol' notes, bored bored bored.

so i told my parents about my enlistment date and stuff late last night.

dad, well, to put it plainly, didnt put much thought into it. well, i dont blame him. he's been through the shit himself so why the hell should he bother.
bro, well, he's nine.

now for the females...

now for mom, she was more sad than anything. kinda expected now isnt it?
well i think its a good thing for her. at least she'll finally learn how to let this big boy out into the nasty world all on his own. indirectly this is good for me too. more late nights and crazy amounts of freedom, which i've earned mind you.

for my sis, a whole different story.
she was like this:
'Oh My God! youre going to the army' laughs hysterically 'oh my god oh my god!! let me see the letter!! oh my god. its true! youre going to the army! oh my god!' tells friend on the phone 'guess what!? my brother's going to the army, 7th january! oh my god!' back to me 'oh my god oh my god!'

sheesh. talk about over-reacting.
it was like she was in pain.
i didnt know if i should call a priest, slap her or do what sash would probably have done ie point and laugh.
so i did none of the above, i just stood there and well, let it pass.
freakish woman.

Your Brain Usage Profile:

Auditory : 60%
Visual : 40%
Left : 46%
Right : 53%



kishan, you show a slight right-hemisphere dominance with a moderate preference for auditory processing, an unusual and somewhat paradoxical combination of characteristics.

You are drawn to a random and sometimes nonchalant synthesis of material. You learn as it seems important to a specific situation, and might even develop a resentment of others who attempt to direct your learning down a specific channel.

Your right-hemispheric dominance provides a structure that is only loosely organized and one which processes entire swatches of reality, overlooking details. You are emotional in your reactions and perceptual more than logical in your approach, although you can impose structure and a language base when necessary.

Your auditory preference, on the other hand, implies that you process information sequentially and unidimensionally. This combination of right-brain and auditory modes creates conflict, as you want to process data more rapidly than your natural processes allow.

Your tendency to be creative and free-flowing is accompanied by sufficient ability to organize and be logical, allowing you a reasonable degree of success in a number of different endeavors. You take in information methodically and systematically which can then be synthesized rapidly. In this manner, you manage to function consistently well, although certainly less efficiently than you desire.

You prefer the abstract and are a theoretician at heart while retaining the ability to be practical. You find the symbolism in a great deal of what you encounter and are something of a "mystic."

With regards to your lifestyle, you have the mentality which would be good as a philosopher, writer, journalist, or instructor, or possibly as a systems designer or social worker. Perhaps most important is your ability to "listen to your inner voice" as a mode of skipping over unnecessary steps to achieve your goals.

in a nutshell: i am screwed up.


i dont know if thats really me or not. nothing that particularly stands out.

more big news. man two big news almost back to back; my life's picking up.

the letter's finally here.
i have to report for enlistment on the 7th of january, 2005.
that leaves me only 6 weeks to party after my a levels.
i'm excited and scared.
at least its early in the year and have a couple of holidays that i can take advantage of, namely cny and thaipusam.

man, i knew that this day would come eventually, but getting the letter kinda carves it in stone, know what i mean? 10 weeks of military training, hope that i have cool bunkmates man.

soon-to-be recruit singh, signing off.

great, i'm screwed.

its 2.52 am and i'm blogging away because i cant sleep. (plus its raining; thats a good thing by the way.)
i've been studying late into the night so often now that my body clock has gone all wrong; i can only sleep at about 3.30 - 4 am.
sure this may seem as harmless as any little thing, and it probably would be given any other circumstances, but its not.
if this continues, its not going to be good for the exams, and bio prac's this thurs.
sheesh, thats the day after tomorrow, cos its now 2.57 am tuesday, and i'm still awake!
argh...

note to self: readjust body clock.

big news, well for me at least.

dad had a talk with me yesterday.
he was saying how i should study hard and get my 4 As and get into medical school if i can.
the usual stuff.
now here's the kicker:
dad said that if i dont get into med school here, he'll send me abroad to study. australia or something. he said it so matter-a-factly that it was just that; kinda like i'm gonna study medicine no matter what, or in this case, where.

sure some of you might think this is good news, but i dont know.
all my perfectly laid out plans to go to nus, do some bio course, then enter nie, get training and finally teach till i'm, old, grey and wrinkly is now in ruins. i mean now there's this other option, a fork in the road, and i have no idea where to go.
its frustrating.

and another thing; it aint gonna be good on their pockets.
lodging, fees, provisions, flight tickets... the list goes on and it just spells burden.
sure i can take up a job but lets get serious, what i'll earn will probably be a negligible contribution.
and if they use their resources on me, there's a whole lot of pressure to succeed, cos if i fail, then its not only my future that i'm jeopardizing.
but then if i actually succeed, then obviously, my future will be more rewarding.

this is tough.

why do you keep staring at me?

anyone who knows me well enough will know that i dont really like indians.
now dont get me wrong, i'm not racist. considering that i myself am one its kinda impossible to be racist like that.
perhaps an example will help:

i was with bro, making our way to the shop to get some stuff this evening and there was this mother and adolescent daughter pair walking in the opposite direction.
they kept eyeing me up and down.
i had this feeling that the mother was measuring me up, to see if i were good enough for her daughter or something.
and the daughter... goodness, you had to be there.

so yea i dislike these kind of indians. they are irritaing and you cant help but feel uncomfortable.
you just wanna look straight and them when they're staring at you and pick your nose for all its worth just to gross them out.

also in school, why do the indians have to go in groups?
why do they have to speak loudly, why do they have to all play cricket and remind each other that its india's independence day when they shouldnt give shit because they're s'poreans?

when the guys sit together, all you have to do is give them dhotis, let them grow moustaches each and serve tea in small glass cups to get a mini tekka.

and thats just the guys.
the gals are equally bad.

in secondary school, i only had 2 good indian friends, and one of them was half chinese. so you can imagine how new it must have been for me when i came to jc, where the number of indians suddenly shot up.
i felt uncomfortable.
everywhere i went, i kept getting stares and because i didnt give any, i felt so self-conscious.
the girls especially, for some god damn reason, cannot keep their eyes to themselves.
(and kit, dont you dare put some lame comment about how they did that cos they were checking me out or crap like that. cos they were not. dont make this worse than it already is. lol.)
it happened again in school today, two bimbotic j1s.

disgusting.

again i like to emphasis that i am not a racist. i have good indian friends and yea most i know are great.
this is just for the ones out there whose eyes are everywhere except to the front its amazing they can walk straight at all.

i have a bone to pick with our education system.
a friend of a friend moved to the us after his o levels and, obviously, continued his education there.
in s'pore he took trip science and double math, kinda like me in seconday school.
apparently in the us, his sciences at the o level standard is enough for uni qualification.
all he needed to take was math all over again for some reason; he completed the course in a year because he learnt everything already in seconday school here at home.
so all he's doing is lit and american history to fill up the criterion needed for uni application there.
technically, disregarding the lit and the history bit, i'm qualified for uni admission in the us. but where am i?
i'm here in good ol' singapore, trying my darndest to get through the a levels so that i can get a place in the university here and into a desired course, something which i already deserve. (according to the american's education system anyway).

this is infuriatingly unfair.

deja vu
n : the experience of thinking that a new situation had occurred before.

deja vu
n : the experience of thinking that a new situation had occurred before.

ever wonder what its like to get shot or stabbed?
to feel the hot bullet hit you and fragment into your body, or worse; feel it pierce right through you, forming this little hole.
or feel the cold metal of a blade going right into you and out again, no longer cold or silver, but warm and blood red.
i'm not sending a message to all you psychos out there to come get me with your baldes or your revolvers.
i'm just wondering.

went out with kit this afternoon.
went shopping which didnt turn out to be that dauting after all and had kenny rogers.

kit gave me my birthday card today. lol. yea its a little over 4 months overdue but what the hey.
really sweet gal, thanks!

it was loud, and it would have been deafening if i lived just a couple of blocks away.
at first i dismissed it.
then bad disturbing thoughts came:
first it was the bomb, then the screaming, so i perked my ears but heard nothing.
i looked outside trying to find out what in hell's name disturbed this sleepy little neighbourhood on this lazy mid-week evening.
all i saw were people, lots of em on the sidewalk and some on the streets, their gaze fixed in a particular direction.
even cars slowed down and the traffic to the drivers became just that little bit insignificant.

i went out to join these people, to find out what the fuck i heard and to feel a little bit better.
as i was walking down the street to join the larger groups, i was finally able to put a visual to the explosion i heard.
it was a fire coming out of one of the apartments. i didnt see the fire but i sure as hell saw the smoke.
it was coming out of the house like it was 1999 all over again.

the fire brigade came and soon after a non-emergency ambulance.
they brought a stretcher out and raced up but came down with no one.
so the person was unhurt, lucky bastard he is.

well, at least in wasnt another suicide.
there's already been 3 in my part of the neighbourhood alone.
simei's finally having some variation in the disaster area. lol.

havent been blogging much now have i?
its been study study study all this week so far (and probably for the rest of this week as well).
at least i have friday to look forward to, kenny rogers... drools

well today was just like any other day. (i cant wait to stop saying that).
went to starbuck to mug, met jamie who provided mild momentary entertainment, and it was back to mugging.

i sat at one of those one seater things and i was facing the outside so i had quite a good view of people walking up and down, all busy and totally caught up in their own little world.
there was this one particular man, old, about 60-ish.
he sat outside the coffee house on one of those green starbucks chairs and had with him 2 cans of beer.
as he drank his beer, he tilted the can too far to his mouth and some of it spilled out and onto his shirt. the thing is he didnt realise after only about 4 seconds.
so the shirt was stained bad.
why the delay? i dont think he felt the beer on his skin thorugh his shirt.
also when he tried to open the second can, the look on his face was like he was about to have a hernia.

aging is freaky. i dont mean the people, just the stuff that happens to you; things like difficulty in opening a can and delayed responses and god knows what else that poor man is being subjected to.
i know that i too will age someday, look grey and wrinkly and lose my good looks (lol). i just hope that it wont be that tough of a time to deal with.

can you imagine, one moment i'm trying to open a can and the next, i'm in the hospital for busting a nut.

3 gussess what i did yesterday?


reena's birthday celebration was fun; badly needed fun i should add.
we went to f'men village to eat and then to a place nearby to booze up.
i had a shot and two pops. the pop thing was new and i'm still wondering why the hell it goes all fizzy when you hit it hard on the table.
all in all it was good fun with great people.

i really love these outings.