oh btw, i don't think i'll be publishing much on this site. there is another one though, at www.foreveralpha.blogspot.com.

kidosaki house 

It has been half a year since my last entry.

I find it almost hard to pen in the first sentence. maybe because life has changed so much that i feel like a totally different person. i could hardly recognise my own entries. i could hardly write as i did. maybe it is a good thing. maybe it is called growing up.

What prompted me to write was not really the fact that i had spent a meaningful afternoon with someone i use to hurt badly yet managed to be consoled by the fact that we have both gained precious insights from our painful experience. Neither is the fact that i found great delight in having dinner with eric a friend who has been standing by for the last 10 years after school today, nor am i eager to unleash my pent-up frustrations about my increasing work load in school.

i just want to write again. to make interesting even the most mundane. to keep record of the things which may be trivial to the world but precious in my eyes. or life will slip by me as i get thrown around by a passing draft once again.

There won't be any posting for now because too many things are happening in my life. i'll be back though. Wish me luck.

All right la, Stevens not that bad. I went for an og outing and he was there. Although I did not talk much to him but he isn't stuck up or anything so there is no reason for me to resent him anymore.

Although he did suggest that I change my spectacles which were the same one I wore in army.

The bible did say " to forgive and forget" right.

Anyways, I just realize that there will be no secrets kept among the ARTs fac people. My God! The speed at which information and gossips travel is faster then cable modem. Before you can say, " BITCH." you get your own secrets tossed right back to you after being circulated among the ARTs campmates twice.

I learn to trust no one and most importantly, to keep my mouth shut.

Anyways, I'm over at Eric's. Going to catch the euro finals. Go Portugal! Cheers!

P.S: too-much-laughter, do take care wherever you are. I need to see you in one piece when you get back. miss ya!

I’M BACK!
1) ARTS CAMP

Yes, you might ask what the fuck am I doing in Arts orientation camp when I am supposed to be an archi student. Well, whatever I say does not really matter because you already have a fixed notion that I’m just there to “buaya” or to get to know chicks.

Guilty as charged even before you consider that there might be a possibility that since I was in both English and Chinese cultural and drama society during my JC days; that I’m open when it comes to alternative sexual orientation; that I prefer shopping, theatre and bitching to soccer; that I will be eating at the Arts canteen most of the time (because of the close proximity to school of environmental design) I might want to know more people in the ARTS faculty.

Hmmm,…. Think about that

But it was really fun although I did piss a councilor off with my crappy antics during fright night.

I guess I was supposed to be frightened but I was not.

Instead I laughed and had a great time with my partner, which simply pisses the guy off.

What logic.

You come to a camp and you cannot have fun unless we tell you to and so when we organize a fright night, you damm sure have to be frightened or we, the organizers will look like idiots so if you are not then we are piss with you because you are having such a great time at an orientation camp when you are suppose to be FRIGHTENED!!

It made sense.

Anyway, I wasn’t taken to court or anything. I was just glad that I wouldn’t be bumping into him so often because I am not in the ARTS faculty. Hey, hey…


2) Linkin Park Concert

I requested absence from the camp and head off to the Padang with Kenny and Pierre. There we saw hordes of rock fanatics, young and old, English-speaking or Brazilians (who were really hot but I doubt they understand what Chester is screaming about.)

Anyways, all kinds of people, as long as you have a voice for shouting and you are into songs about alienation and isolation.

The place was expectedly packed and humid which made it frustrating to wait for the band to perform and when somebody finally took the mike and tuned the guitar, it was infuriating because it isn’t linkin park. Rather, some unknown Korean band who sang English songs, which I could hardly understand. I thought they were really sly when they tried to muster support from the crowd by reassuring us that they love linkin park too and that they are going to sing their last song for like 5 times.

Anyways, they had to get off eventually and then the real show began. What happened after was an epitome of euphoria. They proved why they deserve to be constantly on the charts with their charismatic stage presence and their talented performance. It was unbelievably good and I had a really great time being myself.




3) ORD
I was in Re Dang celebrating it even before I got my pink I/C.
Screaming at the top of my voice in my resort
I almost lost my voice.



3) Re Dang
Taken from my journal which I wrote while having a tan and an occasional peep at the bikini babes flaunting their assets:

(There might be spelling and grammatical errors due to such distractions)

28th
….. It’s the first time I laid my eyes on seawater so blue. I can imagine how disappointed I’ll be by the end of the 4 days when I have to return to the murky waters surrounding Singapore. My God! I feel like I’m swimming in an aquarium during my snorkeling trip. Fishes that resemble paddle pop rainbow ice cream swim unabashly by my side. Some fish with a streak of gleaming blue even came and nibble my hand boldly, sending ticklish sensations all over my body. The water is so clean that you will feel guilty peeing in it.

Today has been a bright and sunny day with a few canoeists venturing into the open sea. Everybody look like they haven’t got a worry in the world. If only this is forever.

29th

I got up from my bed finally at around 6 after snoozing for an hour just to catch this magnificent sight. Alone, I strutted across the fine white sand glowing by the moonlight. The beach is so clean that if you were to litter, it would be extremely obvious and everybody would just turn around and throw me a hateful glare.
The clouds were distinctly illuminated by the sun, which is still too shy to reveal itself and prefers to remain hidden beneath the flawless horizon. God is indeed aesthetically inclined because only he can paint a scene so enchanting that you feel as if you have been transported to a spiritual realm.
The daunting rocky hills by the beach juxtaposes against the backdrop of brilliant blue skies creates a perfect harmony between both hard and soft elements.
The landscape seems to be ever changing due to the waves flickering like candle flame but yet so still. That is why seating by the beach alone I feel so peaceful and serene.
There comes a point when the horizon becomes a distant line separating the blue sea and the whitening sky. The sun is now shining brightly promising the start of a great day. Yeah!

30th

……… We packed our bags and checked out of our room. Before settling ourselves into our new room, we head for the beach to get a tan. We will be taking a ferry to the ‘kampong jetty’ where we have to pay 40rm for the journey to the bus station and then another 30rm for the ride to JB. I really wish to be a permanent resident in Re Dang with all the pretty girls around. Hardly clothed, I’m having a really hard time trying to take the opportunity to find the deeper side in me by reflection and introspection. Instead I use the philosophy textbook as a headrest and be the sloth that I always have been under the warm sun feeling the cool sea breeze pass me by.


“The sun will rise tomorrow and where shall I see it from I would not know.”
-------------ME

i went to linkin parks concert while attending the arts camp, then i went over to catch an acepella performance by nus students and in a few hours time i'm going to malaysia. you can imagine how happy i'm. i'm so busy this few days i hardly have the time to blog.

FATHERS” DAY

Went to church today, then swimming at Toa Payoh. Followed by a trip to city hall to get tickets for the Linkin park concert and meet Duan at Suntec city who happens to be doing community service and he told me that I’m immature for my age, which got me quite worked up. At least for a while. I really should be less playful.

I cooked deep fried chicken cutlet, pork in dark sauce and fried eggs with rice for my dad today. It was my first time going solo and I created such a mess in the kitchen you couldn’t recognize it. All this to make a memorable fathers’ day and it was worth it especially when dad complimented on my fried cutlet which was self taught. It’s still around because nobody could finish it. You want to sample?

Then comes the dark sauce pork.
“Is this duck or pork?” dad asked
“No I think it is fish.” My helpful mother replied

The egg was covered in a so much dark Soya sauce I dare not even look at it.

But that smile on dad’s face is all I ask for.

Mission accomplished.