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10th Runway Cycling event

2005-06-14T07:18:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, my family and I participated in the 10th Annual Runway cycing event. Last year, it was onlt me and my Father. My brother was in Australia while my mother was sick then. Though sick, she told me to take part in it. And up to now, I have no regrets in doing so.

We woke up early yesterday and went to Esso to get the tyres inflated. We used the Van because it is impossible to fit 2 bikes and four people into a hatchback- that is of course if you own a "Limo-Hatchback".

We had to pass through this big checkpoint for X-rays and explosives check like like the Airports. After that, we put on our helmets and rode to the starting point as my mother and brother stayed behind for the "bike-swap". It was scheduled to start at 8.30 am but it turned out to be at 8.40am as the Guest-of-honour, Mr. Vivian Balakrishnan was late. My father and everybody else who own bells rang them in sign of protest.

Just like mighty war films, the bicycles charged down the runway resembling Calvaries sweeping off mindless orcs. It was spectacular to watch; and to be part of the Riders of Rohan(well, not exactly). At about 3km from the starting point, the heavens started to leak. Though it poured for quite a while, it did not dampen the spirit of cycling in all of us. Cowards! How could they leave on Battle day itself(haha)!

Finally, I've conquered the 15km route for me. A piece of cake to me; a room full of decomposed Rats for my father. After that, I lent my brother the bike. I cycled again. WhenI was almost reaching the ending point, I saw my mother cycling slowly with the face of a patient with constipation in the opposite direction. I followed her-in the proper direction- and adjusted her gears so that she would have a nice trip back.

And there it was, the 10th Annual Runway Cycling. Despite the arrogant youngsters with their state-of-the-art, $4000 bikes, I have fun.

East Coast Barbeque

2005-06-10T08:21:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Last Saturday, there was a class reunion held in East Coast Park. I went there with Jared, Hong Guang and our bicycles. I played with Merry's guitar while Jared and Hong Guang catch up with some friends. I had an arguement with one old childish man which I don't want to talk about it. We headed to Changi with some other friends. We stopped once in a while to watch those simply amazing flying machines lifting off. It took us very long to go back to the Barbeque pit as some of them were tired.

In order to pass the boredom on the way back, we did some synchronised cycling in the shape of an S. All of us cycled in single file and the shape of an S. I was really a sight to behold. We did a 1-lane S, a 2-lane S and a 4-lane s! After that, Jared and I did a high-speed S. We were going in speeds of 40km/h in the shape of an S. It was rather dangerous though. On our way back home, we passed Boat Quay and saw the Singapore River like we have never seen before. It was very calm and we could see the reflections very clearly. Very beautiful might I add.

We followed Hong Guang back to Teban and I bought 2 donuts for myself there (those donuts are really BIG). When Jared and I passed the Science Center, streaks of sunlight were already pigmentating the dark early morning sky. When I reached home, the sky was alreay wearing a light blue cape. What a trip; 101.87km. Makes my dream of cycling in Indonesia more of a reality.

My Dreams: Cycling in Indonesia

2005-06-03T20:49:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

In order to make my Internet Diary more appealing to donations, I have decided to post a topic titled One of My Dreams. One of my dreams is to cycle in my mother's Hometown, Pulau Bangka http://www.indonesia-tourism.com/south-sumatra/map.html (the island in the middle, shaped like a seahorse).

When I went there during Chinese New Year (read my previous post), I was really truely encaptivated by this Island. Thus I wanted to do something to great on it. That something great is a cycling trip. I reckon it will be the Island's first and hopefully I might set a new record.

I will be cycling from the Island's only Airport to the town of Toboali, all the way to the south. The distance covered will be about 125km. Doing 125km is easy in Singapore, but with the inclusive of steep slopes and uneven terrain the island has to offer, I bet 125km can make one feel like 400km.

For those who "sponsored" me, you will be drop-dead famous when I reveal your names on National Televison. If so happen I have a long break next year, I will execute my plan. Right now, its time for me to study and save some money for my future endeavour.

Sorry for the long absence

2005-06-01T04:33:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Hello fellow readers(if there are)! The reason why I have not been updating my Internet Diary is because of 1 very good reason - laziness. Yup. I admit, I am lazy. Why am I lazy? I sleep too much (This is what you get when you do not have school to go). I could have posted this entry last Sunday actually, but due to some minor glitches in my Keyboard, I have to postpone it to today.

Last Saurday, I went cycling with Jared. Since I don't have any Hong Kong drama serials to rush home to, I have the entire night free. Cycling the Orchard Loop was our normal route. A 30km route which covers Clementi, Holland Village, Botanical Gardens, Orchard Road itself. U-turns at Cathy Cineleisure then back again to Holland Road and back home. On that night, we cycled down Orchard Road, followed by Brass Basah Road and then a left turn onto Nicoll Highway. I have cycled on Nicoll Highway countless of times but it was Jared's first

After passing the National Stadium, we cycled straight down on Mountbatten Road not knowing that we must make a turn somewhere along the way. Having a feeling that we weren't going the designated track, I seek advise from the Southern Cross which was so bright and eminent that night. Thus following that Celestial Anatomy, we made a detour and arrived in East Coast Park.

East Coast Park wasn't as peaceful as I thought it would be. It was so noisy, crowded, full of pestering kids and the people there does not even know that footpaths are for people moving around on FOOT and the cycling paths are for people moving around on two-wheeled metal frames! Another thing which made me really want to leave the place were those young, trouble-making and finding Malays. There were so many of them, laughing like hyenas, playing like pigs in mud.

We cycled all the way to the end and found ourselves in a predicament. There are only 2 roads to go. 1 go back or 2 go down the Xpressway, which, is not a very good idea. We discussed where to go and kept on hearing and watching Planes taking-off. Hence our ultimatum, to go to Changi. We crossed the Filter road of the Xpressway by pushing our bikes across. After that, we paddled and paddled for "I don't know how many kilometres"; but it was long. Finally, we reached Changi. After that we went back home. Thus setting a record new for me 98 kilometers in a day. I was happy and very tired.

Working for my Father; awakening my future

2005-04-12T16:10:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Hello, apa kabar. If you have already read my previous posts, you should that I am an unemployed civilian not doing any good for Singapore's economy. Oh yea! But for now, I have already discarded that wanderers way of life. I have finally decided to do something, which is to start getting out of the house for some "fresh air". I admit job-searching isn't my forte, thus I've decided to ditch that idea and work for my father. Though I don't earn much cash, I earn a lot of knowledge. As the saying goes; knowledge is POWER.

I am building my foundation now, when the time is right, I will build my body of the building. But not the canopy. But darn, its a real pity that I can't go into Poly. I have to waste 1 more year. But who knows, it might be a blessing in disguise. Oh ya, I had fun today while working with Uncle Isac and Uncle Sor. We met some clients who think that just because they drink wine and have Ang Moh patrons for the Cafe gives them the right to look down on people. A quote from me: Life is like a Rally circuit, not a test circuit. Thank you. I have a Cold Room project tomorrow. Ought to sleep early. Early being 1.10 a.m.!!!

Christian Rock Concert

2005-04-02T02:50:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

I went to a Christian rock concert just now. It was my second time attending a concert. The first concert I attended was 2 years ago. It was more of a gig. Many local bands perfromed. It was not bad though. But, the crowd were mostly Malays. I was like one of the few Chinese over there. I am not not being a racist, but the Malays there were Mats, Punks, Skinheads and trouble makers.

Today, the crowd was different. Most of them were Christians. When I went inside the waiting room, already had I have a ominous and awkward feeling. I was really really uneasy. The people and the ambience just kept on aggravating my state of mind. I felt like a living sacrifice soon to be thrown into a volcano. Why?

Firstly, all of them come from good, reputable and rich schools. Which; people like me hate and dislike them. In fact, most of of people I know share the same opinion as me. Secondly, I don't know how to mix and communicate with them. Its like I am much older them them. They dress, behave and speak more like a teenager than me. I hate their hairstyles, hate their actions. Honestly saying, I hate almost everything about them. Lastly, I am afraid that they might ask me to join Christianity. Phew! Luckily they did not.

Thanks heavens my tuition friend Terrence was there to acompany through the entire ordeal. Well, the music was great. Just that the lyrics are directed to Christianity. I left very early as I wanted to watch the last episode of a Hong Kong serial on Channel U. That's about it. Bye

2005-03-31T14:24:00.000+08:00

On a Yamaha FizR before leaving for the Airport.

2005-03-31T14:21:00.000+08:00

My god-grandfather selling noodles.

2005-03-31T14:20:00.000+08:00

A very old bus.

2005-03-31T14:19:00.000+08:00

My family in Toboali, Bangka

2005-03-31T14:17:00.000+08:00

Adrianos & I in Taman Bunga, Puncak

'O' Levels

2005-03-31T07:33:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

It has been almost a month since my 'O' level results came out. Frankly speaking, I am quite proud of my results. I thought I had done it badly. When I was in Jarkata, I dreamt that I got 34 points. Luckily when "D-Day" arrived, I got 21 points for my L1 R4. Pretty neat. However, I failed my Mathematics. At first, I thought that it was not much of a problem as English is more important than Mathematics in Polytechnic application. 2 years ago, my brother failed his English and got A2 for Mathematics. No Polytechnics accepted him. Because they said; "Oh, if he fails English, he can't go anywhere."

Now, I got A2 for English and D7 in Mathematics, no Poly courses welcomes me as well. My father and I went to the Polys for appealing. They said the same thing as well, with an added twist. "Oh, if he fails Mathematics, he can't go anywhere. But if he fails his English, passes his Mathematics, his can enter Poly." What? Hmm, sounds different 2 years ago... The HELL it does! Anyway it's no use complaining, because we will never win the MAN. Oh F.Y.I, I am going to Clementi ITE. And don't all of you dare look down on ITE people.

Okay, education aside. Khiu Zai, if you are reading this, Hello! Right now, I am looking for a job. I need money desperately. Although time on my side now, I am not doing him any justice. How I wish I can go to Indonesia. Well guess that's about it. Bye.

I am back!

2005-02-27T14:34:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Gong Xi Fa Chai! Haha, I am back in Singapore. One of the greatest cities with one of the worst people. I was in Indonesia for 30 days. Not enough. I wished I could stay there longer. I went to 2 places in Indonesia. One is Jakarta, the other is Pulau Bangka- my mother's birthplace. Pulau Bangka is an island between Sumatra, Borneo and Java. Its about 15 times the size of Singapore; maybe even bigger. I stayed there for about 14 days. It was really great. I flew to Jakarta first; stayed there for a few days, then flew domestically to Pulau Bangka. On the plane, I sat in the cockpit. I made friends with all of the staff and the pilots. The view was just amazing. It's was really a pity that I left the camera in the bag. When I looked out of the window, it was blue all the way except for some fluffy white patches. Upon reaching the island, I saw a small island in a shape of a circle. With very white sand and coconut trees dominating the entire deserted island, it was is magnificent.

I asked the pilot when can we see the runway. "Just after the mountains" he said. Soon, some hills were in range. We flew over the hills and there it was, the runway. When we flew over the mountains, I felt like I was watching one of those documentaries when they film the mountains on a helicopter. I was just so bloody great. Unlike our airport and other big airports around the world, we have to go down the plane by foot and walk to the non-airconditioned termnal to collect our baggages. I was quite new to the island. The last time I went back there as 7 years ago. I was still young and I only remembered little. One of my relatives picked us up and we headed to Toboali. 125 kilometres away. Seems like a near and a very short trip, but it is a 125 kilometres of lousy and sometimes unsealed roads! Along the way, I saw kampungs, clear blue sky, spacious land, wonderfull beaches and 6 storeys tall coconut trees dotted the way. It was refreshing and new for me. 2 hours later,we reached No. 137 Jalan Jenderal Sudirman, Toboali, Bangka. Everything there was almost the same 7 years ago. But the traffic conditions were changed drastically. There were a lot of motorcycles there. I look out of the window from the house, there will always be a motorbike within 7 seconds. I was very happy there. The Chinese there are very friendly. My god-grandfather came and picked me up for a ride around town. Along the way, a lot of horns were sounded. Unlike here, they are not horns of rage, but horns of greetings.

"Beep beep! Hey Ah ling!""beep! Finished eating?" "Beep beep beep! Ah Hon, how's your son?"

Like that. I was really delighted to witness that. And I was immdately encaptivated by the way the people live there. The highlight of my trip was the motorcycle rides. I went to a beach called Kelasak. Its 45mins by motor. I went up to 80km/h. I could go faster, but it wasn't my bike and I was afraid I might spoil the engine. It was very fun. So fun that I cannot describe. You have to experience it yourself to really feel the happiness, fun and thrill I had. I even experienced riding in the rain. It was very painful. Why? Try figuring raindrops hitting you at speeds of 60km/h. Now that's something many Singapore motorcyclist have never experienced. Furthermore, no helmets.

I had a look of what might Chinese New Year look like in a small town. Although it doesn't have fanciful decorations, variety concerts and colourful fireworks, it does have people and the celebration spirit. Everyone chinese is so in to Chinese New Year. I saw strangers wishing each other "Gong Xi Fa Chai". Actually, its because the Chinese there follow the Lunar calender more than the Western calender. So the Lunar New Year is really their New Year. I have got to know many relatives. There were even some relatives whoe related to me by the 2nd generation, and yet we are so close. That is why I prefer my Indonesian family to my Singaporean family greatly.

Another highlight of my trip is my god-grandfather's noodles. My god-grandfather owns a noodle shop right beside his house. He has been making and selling noodles since he was very young. Yup. He make his own noodles. Unlike other noodle shops and vendors, which purchase their noodles from shops, my god-grandfather makes them himself. As he is old now, he nolonger does the tiring, sweat-producing back-aching art of noodle making. He has handed over this skill to his 2nd son, my god-2nd uncle. Early every morning he will wake up and knead, stretch, pound, whack and even abuse(haha) the dough. After all that torture, the dough becomes smooth, even and soft; perfect for the mouth.

On my last day in Bangka, I trekked around Toboali. On the way, I paid visits to the people I know and told them; " I will come back, don't forget me." When I took photos using Adrianous's digital camera, people looked at me with curiousity and amazement. That is simply because they have never seen a camera so small; let alone a digital one. I was very sad then. Although I was there for only 2 weeks it felt like I grew up there. Before my cousins, aunty,grandmother and I left for the airport, I hugged all of the aunties and my grand-aunty. In addition, I was given the "luxury" of sitting in the back seat with the baggages. There's nothing to talk about for Jakarta because I go there often. Furthermore, nothing special happened.

Arh. I really wish I could go back to Bangka. To ride motorcycles, go to the beaches, watch animals, bathing using well water and simply just enjoying the kampung lifestyle. I hope I could bring some friends over and have them experience the same fun, joy and excitement I enjoyed.

Summary of 2004

2005-01-10T15:59:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

What a year it was. 2004 certainly left me with heaps of memories which turned my life around. From teacher-student conflicts, cycling trips, peer-betrayals, family visits; you name it I experienced it.

Just a fortnight ago, my 1st Uncle, Aunt Mie Mie and her friends touched down in Changi Airport. They were in Singapore for 4 days. Too little, I should say. They wanted to see fireworks in the Countdown but the latter did not come out. What a disappointment it was.

Yesterday evening, we went to collect Hong Guang's punching bag at Marina Square. Just to save some money, we took the MRT back home. Along the way, there were many eyes focused on us. It was rather embarrassing and funny. Later that night, we went cycling. En route to Jurong Hill, we were chased by 2 wild dogs. I seperated from the group and a dog was chasing me; one on one. Suddenly, I felt a surge of Nitrous injected into my legs. I paddled and paddled. The dog then stopped chasing me. The other dog too stopped chasing my friends. Phew! Next, we cycled to Hong Guang's place. The route we took is notorious for wild dogs. Fortunately, no dogs gave chase that night.

Whoa. What a year it was. Bet I will never forget. Tsunamis, dog chases and many more. Hope this year will be a good one to me and for everybody!

Christmas Day 2004

2004-12-28T05:06:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

How is it going? Until now, I am still unemployed. But what the hack. Its Christmas and the new year is about to begin. This Christmas is the first Christmas which I spent with my friends, Jared and Hong Guang-not forgetting the our bikes. Yup! Bikes. We spent our Christmas cycling. What a good way to celebrate and to remember that night. The three of us have not been cycling long distances for quite a while and so that proved to be a hurdle. We stopped a couple of times for "lactic acid" and fatigue breaks. As we reach Orchard road, we felt a sudden surge biological Nitrous Oxide injected into our bodies. The atmosphere, the people, the noise was splendid! As we weaved in and out of traffic, just like couriers in New York, we were greeted by party and foam sprays. It was both fun and nightmare. The fumes from the aerosols smelt like shit and the foam created a very waxy layer in my bike. However, it was fun. Singaporeans does have what it takes to party. Oh ya, we saw two of our ex-classmate from the class of 2004; what a small world. That following night, I slept at Hong Guang's apartment.

The next day was Chrismas. No presents; no worries. During the evening, my family and I went to a Birthday dinner. I did not eat much but I drink six glasses of Orange soda and alcohol. Now here's something that's really funny. Over the opposite table, there was a boy probably around my age and presumbly from some top school. I don't know what's wrong with him that night but his face was really red. Yup! It was so funny. I think he drank too much alcohol. He was was sooooooooo RED. And he seemed a bit drunk. I would really love to see him collaspe and laugh at him staright in the face saying:" Haha. Don't action lah! "

Yesterday, my family, two other Indon. family members and I went to Malaysia to attend a wedding dinner, Malaysia-style. It was quite an experience for me. They sang Karaoke during the dinner. My Dad and Uncle Liang went on stage and sang. The loudest applause was from our table. It was fun. Bet they had fun too. Luckily, there wasn't any traffic jams when we returned to Singapore. Well, that's about it. Have a very Happy New Year!

Jobless days

2004-12-09T15:59:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

How's it going? These fews day has been very tough for me. I am currently considered "unemployed". I have been looking for a job in the Bellman position. But what I got as replies are "Banquet, Banquet, Banquet". This sucks! Last week, my friend, Hong Guang, and I went to Marriott hotel. Alas, some hope. The Front Desk man gave us Application forms. We filled them up and was told that the Bell Captain will call us. Up to now, which is more than a week; we have yet to receive a call from them. Yesterday, Hong Guang and I suddenly became smart. We called the hotels instead of going there by foot. And boy did that saved us time and transportation cost. When I called Shangri-La Rasa Sentosa, the Human Resource Manager told me that there are vacancies for casual labour for Bellboy. I was on top of the world then.

Today, we went there. It rained very heavy when we got there and we looked like we went swimming with our shirts and pants on. We entered the Human Resource Office and filled up application forms. Again, the Bell Captain was not around and they tell us to wait for his call. Sigh. Our hopes were once again, dashed. Wanting to make our trip worthwhile, we stayed on the Island and watched the Musical Fountain. Once again, it was amazing. Guess I shall stop here. Nonetheless, may the next time I write this will be the day I have a job. Bye.

This sucks!

2004-11-27T08:20:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was the worst day in 2004. That morning, I went to IMM with Jared, Hong Guan and Guo Han. They wanted to buy swimming trunks. Thinking that the trunks will be cheaper in Giant, we were wrong when we went into the Sports section. The cheapest pair was $21. Hong Guan and Guo Han did not want to spent so much money for something that only covers 10% of their body and so they went up to Daiso and bought Goggles. After we left IMM, we headed to the Market which is near Jared's house and mine. Indeed it was cheaper there. Next we went to the Jurong East Swimming Complex for a swim and to our dismay, it was closed temporarily for some function. Having that swimming idea still in our mind, I suggested that we go to Sentosa for some swimming, snorkelling and to see the Dolphins.

While we were waiting for the Sentosa Bus in the Bus Terminal, a Chinese tourist approached me for help. Given my helpful nature I helped her with the directions, the attractions Sentosa has to offer and other stuff. After we bought our tickets over at Sentosa Island, I saw that same Chinese lady in some kind of trouble. Again, I went over and helped her. Yeah! Another Halo above my head!

We took the Blue Line to Siloso beach. Found ourselves a very cool spot under a small pavillion, Hong Guan and Guo Han went to the Toilet to change into their new swimwear while Jared and I did some streching and warm-ups. For the rest of the day, we swam, snorkelled, buried friends and even played Beach Football. Looking at my chronograph, we headed to the toilet for a shower. Now the bad part of the story.

There were a lot of people in the shower room. It was very dark and cramp. Jared and Guo Han managed to find themselves a shower cubicle. Not wanting to wait, Hong Guan and I went to the Outdoor shower and we stupidly left our bags on the benches. After the shower, I went outside the toilet to dry myself and to get rid of all the sand in my bag. Suddenly, Hong Guan came out and told me that he had lost his mobile and wallet. Feeling uneasy, I checked my bag too. Damn! My wallet was gone too. While I went to the Lifeguard and report, they searched and asked people about the case. Luckily, a runner came to help us. He said he saw 3 guys in the Shower area while we were showering. With that, the lifeguard called for the Ranger. I suggested that they send both witnesses, Jared and the runner to the Visitor Departure Centre(VDC) to stop them. In the meantime, the three of us waited there for the Cops to come. They arrived and took our statement. It was about 7.30 then and we wanted to meet up with Jared. Hence, we asked the Cops for a lift- they did. It was sort of strange sitting in a Police car. Many people were staring at us. Maybe its because they thought we were arrested. When we reached the VDC, we could not find Jared.

We searched for him there and back to the beach and then to the Rangers' Station. They provided not much help either. We gave up and went back to the mainland- cashless. With nothing except for a mobile phone, Guo Han called his Uncle for help. And did he helped; his Uncle even treated me to dinner. He is really a very kind man. After that he gave us some money and we took an agonising bus trip back home.

It really sucks! Damn those theft who stole our things. I wonder do they have conscience inside them at all. Anyway, you win some and you lose. I just counted myself unlucky then.

The week my cousin came

2004-11-23T08:29:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

This past week has been one roller-coaster for me. My cousin came to Singapore from Jakarta. My brother and I has always challenged him to make the trip to Singapore alone. Last week, he did; not forgetting the 13 people entourage which he followed, comprising of my other distant relatives. He stayed with my family while the rest stayed at a bintang umpat* hotel-Concorde Hotel. On the first day, we brought him to Changi Prison Chapel. Everything wasn't that bad until my father asked the Sales-girl to play the documentary about Changi Chapel. I sat there on the rock-hard wooden benches trying to find my comfy spot. Eventually, I did not; and I cannot sit still because of that. I kept on changing sitting positions. Changing and changing for 40 minutes untill the film ended. That night, we brought him to the Esplanade and Fullerton.

On his second day, which was also a public holiday, I brought him to town. He took the MRT for the first time and we alighted at Raffles Place. Once we reached sea level and when the towering skyscrappers came into sight, he dished out his camera and "snap-snap" he went. We went into the Fullerton Hotel to show him what a 6-star hotel is. After that, I showed him what a 6-star toilet smells, feels and looks like. I did my business next. We walked to the Durians and he had that "wah! Nice!" face on him. More snapping of pictures. After that, we headed to Suntec City and then to Sentosa. It was truly a bad day. There were tons of tourist. Indonesians and Indians the majority. The Tourism board ought to be very happy about that. After the Underwater World, we went to see the Musical Fountain. It was very very crowded. The crowd had already settled in 30 minutes before the show. Hey! They share the same characteristics of Singaporeans - being Kiasu. Fortunately, we found ourselves a spot, a standing spot actually. I have never seen so many people in the musical fountain before. It as so hot, stuffy and humid there. Everyone was sweating, and that includes us.

On the third, my brother brought him out to Sentosa again. This time, they went to the Dolphin lagoon. The tickets I bought yesterday includes another trip to the Dolphin lagoon. We didn't have time yesterday and so my brother brought him there while I was in school doing my Art. The next day, I brought him to the west of Jurong to see what a busy and lively Heartland looks like. Since its near my school, we went up to the top floor of a block facing my school, and we took birds-eye view photos. That afternoon, we went to Chinatown to buy momemtos and Sim Lim Square to buy his MP3 player.

We did nothing on his fifth day. On the sixth day, we went to Johor for a short trip as my father is going there to settle some things. With that, he can return to Jakarta and boast that he went to 2 countries within a week. That evening, we went to Orchard Road to see the Christmas lights and my mother wants to meet a newly discovered surpassingly distant relative from Beijing, China. After the acknowledgements, we toured Orchard road as a group. It was on that evening that I saw a yellow Ferrari 360 clocking at least a 100km/hr on Scotts road. And the sonic boom that followed was a fine, high-powered snarling sound.

On his second last day, I brought him to the Jurong Bird Park. We saw many birds and the Birds show were just amazing. It was funny and attention-grabbing. When we were at the Ostrichs' den, we saw an Ostrich shitting. Yup. Shitting. The Ostrich turned around with its butt facing us. Then, from his xxxx, came out a little bit of pee and 1 whole lump of mouth-watering "chocolate". Ferraro Rochers and Hersey's Kisses followed. In the evening, we went for an all-you-can-eat dinner at Marina bay.

The last day, and alomost the end of my longest entry yet. We went cycling at East Coast Park and ate his last Singapore-lunch in West Coast Hawker Centre. Last night, he took off in a Garuda back to Angke Jaya, Jakarta, Indonesia. That signifies the end of his trip and a weeklong fun and adventure. It was definitely quite sad to see him go as the house is again quiet. But hey! It's my turn next year. Guess I shall stop here. Adios!

Exam Month

2004-11-13T09:22:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Although this month is Exam month but I don't feel like I am in Exam month. This week, I only had two papers. Thus, leaving me with 5 days of R&R(rest and relaxation). These are some of the things I have done during my past few days. I went swimming, gymnasium, swimming and gymnasium. Wow. Am I aiming to become Mr. Universe? No. Ever since I stopped Basketball training, my fitness level has dropped drastically. I cannot even run 2.4km with ease anymore. Since I have the time now, why don't I spend it on building my fitness back.
My cousin is arriving here on Sunday from Jakarta, Indonesia. I am so happy. It has always been us flying over there; and now its them flying here. His name is Adriyanus. He is from Angke Jaya and he is as old as me.
Other than my exams, the other thing I am fretting over is what to do after the exams. 7 months of free time! It may sound good, but hey; 7 motnhs! I will be bored sick! Therefore, I have come up with a programme. But, I will not be revealing my programme now because I don't want to type anymore. So, Au Revoir!

Crying over spilled Vodka

2004-11-10T08:35:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

How's it going? It's been quite a while since I last posted my entry. Well, not because I was reluctant or what; it's simply because I have no time and there was something wrong with the server. And now, upon my return, everything will go back to normal smoothly. First up, today is the second week of my GCE 'O' Levels exam. Many papers have been conquered last week, and it was quite a rather tough battle. However, I managed to proceed. I would not say the papers were all easy, but what I do hope is that I could pass. Yesterday, during my Mathematics Paper 2, I did not finish all the questions, I left 1 bloody question entirely blank, and my Graph, was as good as a 5 year-old's drawing. My Chemistry paper today was even more heart-wrecking. I simply threw away 6 marks. 6 marks!!! Fu*k! What was more agonising was the fact that it was one of those " I-knew-the-answer-but-I-wrote-another-answer-down " Argh!! As they say, no use crying over spilled Vodka(millk, actually). I guess I just have to move on. And in no time, it will be the Holidays! Guess I will have to end here. I need some shut-eye before I go for a swim with my buds. Au revior!

The New Generation Y

2004-10-30T07:17:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

I went to school today and a lot of things happened. Firstly, I am supposed to have Accounting lessons at 9. But I went to school at 8. Simply because I am lazy to walk the 1.6km route and so I got a lift from my good'ol Dad. When I am in school, I had my lesson in the Teachers' Room. Then, there is this one teacher who had my attention. In fact, everyone's attention. There's this female teacher who looks like she is from the Middle East. Light brown skin, dark shadowy eyes and curly hair, she does not look Asian at all. But, she's Singaporean(hurray!). Okay, now about the BIG hoohah about her. But before I say anything, let me remind you that I am recounting in a good-mannered way, not the pervertic and jerky way. Let me make this fast and clean. The shirt she wore today was showing her nipples. God! Those male teachers will certainly have a good time talking to her.

In relation to my topic, I shall start of with my experience this late morning. I was playing ball with my friend, Alex. Simultaneously, volleyball training is in progress. The volleyballs kept flying around like bullets in the gun fight during the Iraq war. And us, being naturally-groomed philanthropist, wanted to helpone of the girls retrieve 1 ball. When we were approaching the ball, the girl shouted, " Oei! Sec four boys! "

How rude! Really, nowadays being good doesn't pay at all. Look at this. These kids are getting ruder, arrogant and self-obessive by the minute. Nonetheless, there is the kid playing basketball. He is such a weirdo that Alex can't help it but to whack the hell out from him. What I am saying is true. This new generation is getting from bad to worse. We, being their elders must stop them from mutating into another form of human beings!

"Treasure" Hunt

2004-10-28T07:48:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Scheisse! I have been staring at this screen for 20 damm minutes! Up till now, I have nothing to write! Let me see...Arh! Let me talk about yesterday. Yesterday, I went to school to take my 'O' level Art question paper and went home. Nothing much really happened actually untill that evening. My Grandma returned home(as usual). After that, she went into her room. She came out and asked my mum and I whether have we seen her religious pearls*. We said no and she threw her tantrums(as usual, again). Hating to see her always behaving like this, I helped her with her search. Well, my Grandmother is very old, thus she can be very forgetfull many a times. My first thought was could those pearls* be still left in the Void-deck or its in her blouses or something. Since I cannot speak much Hokkien, I did not tell her my common sensical assessments. I took a rest after my frantic search. However, when my grandma saw me resting, she scolded me in Hokkien. Soon, I felt like a tourist stuck in Hokkien-land. I could not make out a single word she said-scolded, to be precise. Soonafter she went for her shower, I asked my mum what did she meant. My mum, like me, isn't so good with her Hokkien as she comes from Indonesia. But she could superficially make up what my grandma said. The following lines are what my Grandma said.

" I asked you to help me find is because you(me) call me Ah Ma(grandma).Since you don't help me find. Then don't call me Ah ma! "

Eventually, she found her pearls and forgot that she scolded me. Well., I guess I shall end here as nothing much happened today. Bye!

*a string of beads used for worship

Recap of Sunday's and Today's events

2004-10-26T13:16:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Let me start with yesterday's events. It was a Sunday. I woke up exceptionally early that day. Had a splitting headache, however, I declined the aid of Aspirins. Since I did not want to start the day by watching Tele, I read the Newspapers instead. Had Fishball Noodles for lunch till Jared called. He asked me if I could go out with the clique. Not wanting to be a party-booper, I told him " Yea, why not? ". But! I have one more barrier to overcome - my mother. I went through 15 minutes of pure pleading and begging. As you know, good always triumphs over evil. Eventually, my mum gave in to me. However, I have to adhere to 1 condition - to be back by 4. Which is utterly impossible! Hello? 1 hour to chill out? When I was at our destination, my time was almost up. So, Plan B! I asked Jared to call my mother and plead for extra time for me. And damm well did he! My mum sounded so happy and she let me stay till 6. We played Counter-strike. I had to leave halfway because I had diarrheoa. It was freaking bad.

Let me talk about today. I went to school and saw a hell lot of people in my class. Hey! Aren't school supposed to be over? I felt disgusted and I did not even bother to enter. They were celebrating our Ex-form teacher's birthday. I am not a misanthropist, but I just hate the way the people in my class work and carry out their lives(really, no offence). Went to the next class and did some Maths. After that, we went for lunch. En route to the foodcourt, the sun was tremendously hot! Just hate it! I prayed for it to rain. And voila! It rained. After school, went to the Polyclinic to have a check on my tummy and my eyes. Now, no more nasty bad tummyaches and no more strenuous eyes. Okay, I have to end now. Noche bye y buena(bye and goodnight).

Jared's Birthday Bash

2004-10-24T14:59:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Its a Saturday today. Went to school with Jared this morning. My plan was to do some playing and studying. Eventually, I could not resist the temptation of playing. My left ankle had some problems and I could not jump. It hurts once in a while. After that, I saw a friend who played basketball topless. He is very very very thin. My face went " eWWww ". Luckily some girls from class 4-01 asked him to put his shirt back again. After that, I played some serious basketball with people who possesses more skills. Strangely, my ankle does not hurt anymore.

After playing, I went for lunch. Had Ban Mian with no Vegetables. Haha. The government wants us to eat more Greens and here I am not eating them. Went back to school for some studying. Guess what? I did study. Returned home and slept until 6. The weather was absolutely perfect, thus I slept like a log. Woke up and went for a swim with the rest of the Quartet. It was bloody cold. So cold that we could not convesre properly. But after a few laps round the "Lazy river", it wasn't that cold anymore.

It was Jared's birthday today. We celebrated together after our swim. The venue: the void deck. Yup! You got that right, the void deck. We look like a group of Foreign Workers partying as they had just received their paychecks. Passer-bys went pass and had that look of curiousity in their eyes. I had 1 piece of pizza and garlic bread. That pizza tasted great because my last pizza was in January during Chinese New Year in Jakarta. We gormandised Ice Cream cakes and we guzzled sparkling juice. It was my first birthday bash in a void deck. In the meantime, I am feeling very sleepy and a bit knocked out as a result of the swim and drinks. So, abgelegene und guten nacht!(bye and good night)

Graduation Day

2004-10-23T03:22:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Today was the official last day of school. There was no lessons at all. Hurray! I spent the entire morning playing games. Football, Basketball and Volleyball. Did stupid stunts and got reprimanded for cheating death. Took some pictures with my cardcam. Visited the mobile dentist and got praises for good teeth. Went up the hall for the Graduation Ceremony. Principal spoke a lot. Cried halfway, but still continued speaking. Grew sadder and sadder every moment. Managed to control my tears. Shoke hands with teachers on the stage. Melancholy level increased. Hugged Mr Soo, Mr Salleh and Miss Lui. On the verge of crying. But! Still manage to suppress my tears. Went to Raimi's place for R & R. Before going up the stairs, met my Basketball coach. Went over to him, shoke his hands and said a few words of thanks. Finally, I cried. And that was a bemoan worth weeping for. I really respect my coach. He changed my life a lot and he feels very "fatherly" to me. Although he was once a slave driver, he drove me to another whole new perspective in life.

Suppose to go for Night Study in school this evening. My "clever" good friend, Lionel, siad there was no Night Study. Planned to go to Mac's to study with the gang. Before leaving my abode, Mdm Soh called. She asked me to go to school on the dot. Explained to her; no longer needed to go to school. Met them at Mac's, studied, and went home. That's it for the day. Chao~

Justice in School

2004-10-22T14:32:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

I am so antagonised right now. I cannot believe that the words Justice and Fairness does not exist in the minds of Hua Yi students. There was this group of people in friendster.com that ranks all the hunks and babes in my school. And all the hunks listed are so ugly and arrogant. And there are still so many much handsome and more good-looking guys in school that they did not list. Up them! #$%^@@. I am so tumultuous over this. These smucks only list their friends or acquaintances. And they still has the BLOODY guts to name themselves " hyss yandaos, HY times etc. " Ass-holes, jackass of the society! UP THEM!

Okay. That's enough animosity for now. Let's talk about something brighter. I was supposed to do some studying and playing today. But in the end, it turned out to be 100% playing. I was famish but I wanted to save money by not eating in the Foodcourt. Therefore, I went to my Good 'o' Raimi's house to eat. Jared, Alex and I ate Chicken Noodles. After that, we played soccer in the multi-purpose court in front of his block. I was quite lackdaisical and pooped out, but the weather simply seduced me into playing. Though there were some Malay kids which disrupted the fun, I kept on playing. Once I kicked the ball so high that it landed on top of the canopy of a shrub with shirt-tearing, skin-scratching torns. Jared and I tried to retrieve the ball by using long wooden poles used for tree growth. To our relief, we got to ball back. We continued playing. I was so estatic when my kicks got the ball flying so wonderful and beautiful. Eventually, we stopped playing because a family wanted to play Badminton. That's about it for the day. Bye!

Second entry

2004-10-21T07:55:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

School is so boring today. Everyone in class was playing and enjoying. Hope that I won't contract their disease. Tried doing some math question, but stopped halfway because my infuriated Chinese teacher went up to my class to personally "escort" us down to Chinese class. During Math class, my teacher almost fainted. Woah mate~ That really scared the dim witts out of me. But, luckily she returned normal and resumed lesson(still weak and sick).

Logged on to Friendster.com yesterday and I received a new testimonial. It was from Jelena. She is a girl from my English class. What's so perplexing is that I don't even know much about her and she wrote me a tesimonial. So, being a gentlemen, I wanted to thank her this morning. However, I have yet to get over my female-phobia. Therefore, I entrusted "Operation-Thanks" to my best friend, Raimi. That's it for today.

My first Internet diary

2004-10-20T12:57:00.000+08:00

Hello. This is my first entry. The reason why I singed up is that I can pen all my thoughts, "day-doings" and other stuff. So when I get older and look at those entries, I will go "Wow! Did I wrote that?"

Gosh! I should be studying now. My 'O' levels are coming real soon; so too is my cousin from Indonesia. I should be studying now. But since it's such a lazy day and I am currently not doing anything, why not create an internet diary.

It has been raining all day long. And the lowest temperature I have recorded so far is 24.3 c. I hope it rains again tomorrow, and the rest of the week. Why? So that Singapore's much celebrated temperature will drop to at least a 22 c. That's about it. Bye.