DMC 2AO2 * sUpeR duPer* CLASS CHALET 2005!!!!

... sorry, had to add that Super Duper inside... I couldn resit... haha

The class chalet was superb! haha... lolz.. I'll attempt to give EVERY single detail on the chalet =D

JumP JuMP! haha.... wE'Re -=WatEr ElEmEnt=- !! lolz... we jumped into the pool within the very FIRST hour we plopped into the chalet...

whY?... because the w h o l e place is under renovation...
that means...

- no blind mice
- no catching
- no fifty winks in the day (but who cares!)

lolz... But Of Coz... my class HAD the ability to transform everysingle horrible thing into something absoulutely fantastic....

1 ordinary pool, can become an extraordinary start to the AMAZING triathalon that was going to span the entire chalet.... haha

but first! food!! Mr. Ong, *eh.. he's cool ok.... (he jumped into the pool along with us!)* our personal tutor bought 15 shares of Nasi Bryani...

which looked like....















something for 50 people.......


... yupz... even Timo couldn finish up THAT leftovers... haha...

haha..... my class has a substantial proportion of gals as compared to guys, so its like... yeah... we ended up having left overs fit enough for half the population of Rwanda...


see Mr OnG? nice person =) [The other 2 cute glas are Jawei and Sarah from left to right!] haha...


















he went ALL THE WAY DOWN to LITTLE INDIA to buy this famous unique bryani, from this particular restauraunt called the "Blue Diamond"... YuM YuM....
=D
our class is a class or eater-bugs...

Jawei -> pregnent with 2 softball teams
Sarah -> pregnent with one WHOLE DMC cohort...

scary boh... haha.... =P

The thing is that Jawei had this hyper craving for a particular type of fried oyster cake called "ow-jian" (its the babies, its the babies)... lolz... and she HAD to get some "ow jian"....

and that was partly the reason for the second phase of our mega triatholon! CYCLING!!
we actually WALKED for 16 kilometres, approzimately 1 hour...

FROM CHANGI to EAST COAST mac donalds!

but the reward was worthwhile... we had a really great time of cycling!
Sonia, who actually DIDNT know how to cycle, learnt cycling in like.... emrz... 5 mins? lolz

..... she is a cycling prodigy...... haha... next time we see her cycle, she'll be doing all the stunts already.... =X

Jasmine, Flora and Sabby couldnt cycle however.... so everybody took turns pillion-ing (is there such a word?) them....
it was really touching to see everybody offering to pillion them...

.. i kinda felt really useless though..... cause I couldnt do anything to help them... I'm such a pathatic cyclist already...

haha.. but in the end, it was the wind in our face and sun in our eyes as we cycled towards MARINE PARADE!! to buy dinner to eatt!! (told ya we're eater-bugs)

but by the time we got there, Jawei's "ow jian" shop was closed..... so sianz....

we went around buying different types of food to eat.. and i tried this "famous" char kway teow which tasted kinda awful.... - too much garlic.....

we couldnt resist buying durian though... it was like... mocking us from the shop... *come and eat us! come and eat us! haha! we bet you don't dare eat us cause there are so many people queuing up!"


















.. but that didnt stop us at all right? *wink*



















yuPz.. and the gal on the right is Jawei and the gal on the left is Sarah again... haha....
pregnent 8 months already... haha

we eat ALOT... haha

we cycled on the way back to the chalet, and on the way back, Sharina kept getting injured... =X
was kinda scary... like kenna jinx like dat...

but again, it was heartwarming to see our class in unity again... whenever somebody lagged behind or was held up, everyone would stop and make sure everything was ok before going...
... hee.. i juz love my class... dont you envy us?

back at the chalet, we were tired.... REALLY VERY tired.... BUT, as Jawei said, once we crossed the 2:00 AM mark, we would regain back our energy, and indeed we did....
we were literally bouncing up and down and singing funny songs + dancing along to the tune of backstreet boys...

(larger then life : - I juz love that song...)

but at that time, I suddenly saw somthing that made my hair stand...... I'm not joking... it did freak me out till I almost cried...
I saw "something" CLEARLY running up the stairs.... it was like a sheet of white towel, yet floaty all the same... and in a mere matter of SECONDS *note its not split seconds, or else i could blame it on my eyesight..* it disappeared upstairs...

when I asked all of my classmates if there was anybody upstairs, they said no...

... then timo went up, and came down looking as though nothing happen....

.. it took me some courage to ask him if he saw anything upstairs.... and he said no... and when I related what I saw to him, he burst our laughing and said that it was actually the towel that was flapping by the window, hanging to dry....

... I was pretty much contented after that..... until I saw a few hours later that the towel that was hanging by the window was BLUE... not white....

still i did not want to spoil the rest of the evening so I kept quiet... **ignorance is bliss yeah?*

... so what did I see?... erkz... it still scares me a bit...


anywayz...we spend the rest of the night eating durian + mircrowaved popcorn + ruffles + dinner + tons of soft drinks....
... we're oh so fat =D

we ened up sleeping at like 5:00 Am in the morning........
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NEXT DAY!!! ahhh.... hmmm... 2 hours later, at 7:00, we were up already, all getting ready to cycle 16 km back to the bycicle shop...
we were tired, super tired... but it had to be done...

so thus begins... THE JOURNEY TO THE WEST... (from east *changi* to west *east coast* lah....)

the journey to the west begins at the end of our long long ride to the bycicle shop, when we realized that we had another 5 more km to walk to the REAL east coast...

sianz...

we were psycho.... quite crazy... QUITE... Sarah was saying that her... erhm... better not say.. while Aizat almost swore that he would never live to see a Father's Day...
haha.... side-effects of over-cycling...

finally, we reached mac donalds, and splitted up - each heading our own seperate ways back home...

juz for the records =)

this is my favourite class :



















From the right to left -
1) Jasmine
2) Timo
3) Mei Hui
4) Jason
5) Becky
6) Aizat
7) Sharina
8) Jawei
9) Jesslin
10) Sarah
11) Sonia
12) Sarah
13) Sabby
14) Jia Ying
15) ME!
16) Flora
17) Mr. Ong
18) May

.. hmm.... somebody is missing...

oh yeah! James... poor James had stomach flu.. due to a strange combination of curses... and couldn make it for the chalet...
haha....
rest well ok James?

... well... alls wells that ends well...

this is officially my longest entry that I have ever written.... even longer then my 1600 word feature article...
haha...


Thank God for such a wonderful class...... =)

WoOzzyyY

Class chalet was a BLAST!!!! yeah... haha... as usual, my class never failed make every single moment of the times together a superduperzonkerdancer time!!

haha... I love my class, no class could EVER get any better then this... I'm quite sure of this... lolz

1st thing we did when we got to the chalet? guesss whaaattt???

swim lah!! swimm swimmmm swimmmmm!!! lolzz..

We were coming up with all sorts of wierd ideas to do in the pool...
from synchronized swimming, water acrobatics, human pyramids, and...

swimming underneath a dozen people's legs...

not to mention mocking the guards....

... i could write a 3000 words about this class chalet and still havnt reach the part about the journey to the WEST (back home of course....)

i must post more... bt i havn slep yet... thus my pretty draggy words.....

more stories on the chalet coming right up!

HoliDay ShwuCks....

Lolz... when for OM group discussion today... apparantly, it turned out much better then I even thought that it would, Jawei's funny jokes and Sharina's shitting made everything turn out quite alright....

haha...

but Jason still quite quiet lah..

tomorrow is class chalet... woopee... woo-ha! haha...

I bet we'll be singing spice gals and "Wu Ting" again... LOL.... I love my classs...

hmm... after listening to what is happening in the Year 1s, I suddenly learnt to treasure my class even more then ever...

... the "almost instant" unity...
... the funny jokers that make every single problem become so simple...
... the class gatherings and outings organized...
... the willingness to say sorry and to make up for stuff when something goes wrong...
... the times we "pon" whole lectures together jus to go K-boxing...
... the togetherness that have withstood time and trial...

anger, rage, jealousy, hatred, bitching, rivalry, hostility....... these never existed for long in our class.... and some, not at all even...
coz deep down in my heart, I know God is watching over DMC 2A/02, coz I asked Him to....

.. and i know He won't disappoint me =D

class chalet! class chalet!! I cant wait for the class chalet!!!!
ah!!haha....
=x to think that Jawei almost forgot that tomorrow got class chalet... =x

...... hmm.. muz think of stuff to do... haha... NO MORE TRUTH OR DARE!!!!! ahhhhh.....

... i'm a very VERY VERY bad liar......
... i cant even say Sharina's pimple is not obvious without giggling lah....
but frankly, its not THAT obvious, so relax Sharina..


hmm... Film shooting isnt going as smoothly as I expected, there are juz too little shots, and I kinda "dare not" ask the actors to stay too long, as this is a volunteerily thingie...

Ms Kwa!! help! help!! we're like so lost..... (distress beacon)
... and I'm unamiously voted to be the leader also... arrgh.... I'm not an exceptionally good student... how can I lead a group to do a professional film?

maybe I'm having over high expectations already......


.... help?

Life Changing Holiday

This might be one of my busiest holidays yet, and definately one that would not give me the "rest" that I long for....

bleahz.... how I long to just stone and look out at the rain without any worries about projects, homework and friendships...

hmm.. i noticed that so many ppl are putting up their holiday schedules on their blogs, i couldn resist putting mine... juz that it aint a pretty one....


Monday (today) :
- Morning : Collecting video equipment from DMS
- Afternoon : Video shooting
- Evening : (rightly, I should be at) SPCCC 25 hrs camp

Tuesday :
- Morning : SPCCC 25 hrs camp
- Afternoon : OM Grp discussion
- Evening : Going out with kor

Wednesday :
- Morning : MMR Field Work
- Afternoon : Class Chalet
- Evening : SDFTV Field Trip to ZoUk

Thursday :
- Morning : Class Chalet
- Afternoon : Video Shooting
- Evening : *reserved time for Simon and Haryanto

Friday :
- Morning : Editing in the DMS
- Afternoon : Editing in the DMS
- Evening : Video shooting at ZY's house (and possibly Cemetary)

Saturday :
- Morning : Video shooting?
- Afternoon : SMC Worship Practice; OR Library Volunteer thingy
- Evening : *Tentatively left free (most likely it'll be due to the above 2 anywayz)

Sunday :
- Morning : Church
- Afternoon : FREE
- Evening : *reserved time for preperation for next school term

~

somebody tell me how i'm going to make time to pull up my marks for the legendary 50+50?
sigh sigh sigh sigh sighhh.....

i wish i could have 36 hours everday, then all these would be easier to complete...


i CANT get sick this holiday.... i'll go crazy.... =X

boo hoo.

Casting Crowns - Here I Go Again

Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away

Chorus:
So maybe this time
I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear
is tearin' at my words
What am I so afraid of?
'Cause here I go again
Talkin' 'bout the rain
And mullin' over things
that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance
to tell him that You love Him

But here I go again
Here I go again

Lord, You love him so
You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe
He will never die
But how then will he know
What he has never heard?
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life

Chorus:

But here I go again
Here I go, here I go

Chorus:

This might be my last chance
To tell him that You love him
This might be my last chance
To tell him that You love him

You love him, You love him
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard?

Ahh! I love this poster the best! =D its the best I've created so far, in my opinion.. lolz 

Another advertisement for an activity!! lolz 

haha! my poster!! NICE RIGHT!!! lolz.... i love advertising.... This is and advertisement I created for SP Campus Crusade 

Gellieman - Aicha

Gellieman - Aicha

So sweet, so beautiful
And everyday like a queen on a throne
Theres nobody, that knows how she feels
Aicha I know one day will be real

She moves, she moves like a breeze
I swear I can't get her out of my dreams
To have her shining right by my side
I'd sacrifice all the tears in my eyes

Boo whoo whoo

Aicha, Aicha
Passing me by (There she goes again)
Aicha, Aicha
My My My (Whoo)
Aicha, Aicha
Smile at me now
Oh I don't know I don't know

... Aicha in my life

hahahahaha!!.. dead laughing now.... oh aicha oh aicha...

lolz... today has been a beautifully.... terrible day.......

1) My DMA video could NOT be uploaded onto any other computer aside from the current computer I was using in the studio

2) I found out that there is a Nutrition and Wellness (GEMS) test while eating luch. The test is at 3:00 pm

3) I spent 2 hours in the studio stoning because no other computer could ever take my "horrendous" DMA document...

4) I only have done 48 out of the 90 seconds of the video. The video is due tomorrow.

hmm... I'm starting to wonder if God is trying to tell me a message... one day can be so sway or not....

ok.. there were sway-er days then this.. but this is still bad enough.......

my grades are going down the drain.. wOoPee...

10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1.......... 0

Woken up from confusion. lies. deceit. concocted by the mind....
Mine plays terrible tricks on me...

i shalt not dwell on it either.

Its being hectic, a maelstrom of workload the recent weeks... Tis explains why I havnt' been properly bloggin either...

I got back my marks for the Consumer Behavior and Organizational Management yesterday... It was pathatic... Never in my whole freaking life have I scored such a.... score....
50 marks? upon 100?

for BOTH papers too? It is like I've woken up into a nightmare...

... 50 + 50 = 100 marks....

. Andrew . keep a hold on yourself, look on the bright side or you will definately become mentally incarcerated...

but.. 50 marks is too much a sight to behold....

It was so terrible that I actually laughed at it.. I LAUGHED at it... yes...
(partly because I promised Sonia I won't be gloomy)

I studied. I STUDIED!!!! nobody will ever believe that I did study...
not ever...
I started of studying waaay before the test... drafting out notes and summarizing points.. doing mock test papers and excercises...
... what went wrong?... I just had a mental block during the tests, that everything I studied just couldnt come out!
But who will belive that?

it is a world based on results. R-E-S-U-L-T-S.
the process means nothing. I think I must have said this a million times....

but... I guess it will never get into my head...
I bet I'll go foolishly studying before the next test and score a similar result...

From A to B then C *depression* and now..... D
I dunno wad I might do....

Suicide sounds heavenly to me now...
I just want to leave this busy world...
to be free from emotions..
free from work...
free from the stress of acheiving what I want to achieve....
free from the expectations of others.....

I just so want to die...
I really do...

I know that I will not go to hell...
.. its just that... I don't know how to face my heavenly father when I am accounted for the things I have done in life...

... if ever I should release myself from this world, permernantly... I just want to let those people around me know that...

... I never mean to hurt anybody... even if it seems like it...
... You all mean the world to me... though sometimes i may say otherwise...
... I wish I could make everybody around me happy... but most of the time, it turns out opposite...
... I struggled hard to be a good friend... but... i failed miserably...


... my life... never felt like much before.......

one life less... doesnt make a difference....

Lolz.. 10 songs not to sing for idol competitions

haha! I got this on my friend's blog... its real funni...

TEN SONGS NOT TO SING FOR ANY IDOL COMPETITION

10. Awesome God - Michael W. Smith
I love this song, but I just can't imagine ANYONE ever singing this for an audition, and I'm not even talking about the religious connotations. 'Our God is an awesome God, He reigns from heaven above with wisdom, power and love, our God is an awesome God. Our God is an awesome God, He reigns from heaven above with wisdom, power and love, our God is an awesome God. Our God is an awesome...'

9. Lonely - Akon
I'm sure sounding like a chipmunk on helium is the best impression anyone can give the judges.

8. I Shot The Sheriff - Eric Clapton
'I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot the deputy...' Brilliant lyrics which would have been much better with an actual melody.

7. Final Countdown - Europe
Actually wouldn't be too bad...if people could resist the urge to sing the synth riff. '...it's the Final Countdown, papaPAAA PAAA, papabupbupBAAAAAAAAAA...'

6. Macarena - Los Del Rio
A melody would be nice.

5. Toxic - Britney Spears
OK, if the melody is anything like this, then might as well forget the melody. At some parts actually sounds like Crawldaddy scraping his guitar string with his pick. *shudder*

4. Rollin' - Limp Bizkit
You know you've got a great song under you when the only word sung is 'Rollin'' and the whole melody consists of one note.

3. Who Let the Dogs Out - Baha Men
Another song with such deeply meaningful and heartfelt lyrics as 'woof, woof, woof.'

2. The Name Game - Shirley Ellis
I cringe everytime I hear or see anything even remotely close to this song. I even had to go through psychiatric therapy to remove all traces of this song from my memory after doing research on it. And I'm not even a judge.

1. Tequila - The Ventures
*45 second pause* 'TEQUILA!' *45 second pause* 'TEQUILA!'...

Truth?...............

I feel that I shouldnt be so kaypo next time...

hmmm.....

some things are just better left unsaid... coz...

stories can just change with as it is pass from person to person... only the originator will have the real information... and its up to he (and, or) she to tell...

All that glitters isn't gold,
All who wonder aren't lost...

but come to think of it, there must definately be some truth in everysingle thing right?

For example :
- there ARE people talking about blah and blah or
- are what they are saying they relatively negetive or positive

i just wonder which side has the REAL story though....

its all starting to clash...

ah well... came up with a conclusion.... I'm not going to bother about love politics again... its taxing on the mind... and kinda sad too...

The year ones are cool... but... wish some things just didnt happen....

I better stop all these things before I'm branded a kay-poh...

Jawei's expression was... dunno... at least I never saw her so... sad? before....


.... i'm handling something beyond my own capabilities....

DMC Year ones ARE CooL

Haha... DMC Year ones are cool.... lolz...

xP At least Leo is cool...

Things are starting to sort themselves out as the days draw closer, NOT leaving things to the last minute works wonders sometimes, but I got a lurching feeling that something will JUST go wrong at the very last minute...

WooHOO! haha! I managed to do Eight Point Bin-Matte successfully, including wire-frame resizing and color transformation! lolz....

I must be mad... considering that nobody in the right mind will go all the way out to do such a thing for a school project....


Anywayz... i meant to blog to thank a special person for making my day...

=)

I'll remember it...

Erhpz... I'm Latent... I will not grow up x)

Freudian Inventory Results

Oral (56%) you appear to have a good balance of independence and interdependence knowing when to accept help and when to do things on your own. Anal (36%) you appear to be overly lacking in self control and organization, and possibly have a compulsive need to defy authority. If you are too scatterbrained, you will not develop much as a person as you will habitually switch paths before you ever learn anything. Phallic (60%) you appear to have a good balance of sexual awareness and sexual composure. Latency (70%) you appear to be afraid or averse to present or future real world responsibilities, this will only make your inevitable transition more difficult, so learn to deal with the real world. Genital (66%) you appear to have a progressive and openminded outlook on life unbeholden to regressive forces like traditional authority and convention.

Take Free Freudian Inventory Test
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An orally fixated person is either irrationally dependent (expects what they want to just appear) or irrationally independent (always refuses help).
An anally fixated person is either irrationally self controlled and servile to authority or has no self control and is compulsively defiant of authority.
A phallicly fixated person is either a sexual compulsive (sexually innappropriate/promiscuous) or sexually repressed.

Freud did not classify any latent fixation but I think it is as plausible as those at the other stages. I speculate that people that like to learn and acquire knowledge without any purpose or people that are compulsively non curious represent both dysfunctional ends of the latency spectrum.
The genital stage is the final Freudian developmental stage and according to Freud people don't all succeed at this. Freud believed the ideal for human happiness is to be happy in love

Haha.. Things to do in a lift

Lifts just havent been as fun since the Gahmen
installed those pesky urine detectors. If youre
looking for alternatives to generating Newater in
elevators or just feeling wu liao in general, heres a
list of FUN THINGS TO DO IN LIFTS.

1. Move a desk inside the lift. Wear a suit and sit
at the desk. When the doors open, smile and
say, Good morning. Do you have an appointment?

2. Say Ding! at every floor.

3. Use your phone camera to snap everyone who
comes in, saying, Dun mind, ah, for my blog.

4. Whenever someone presses a button, make a
sound like an explosion. (Suggested: Chibaboom!)

5. Make farting noises. Then glare at someone and
go, Tsk!

6. Dress up like a devil. When people get in, smile
and ask, Going down?

7. When someone steps in, ask, Which floor?,
then press the wrong one.

8. Whenever the doors open, wave your hand like a
Jedi Knight.

9. Meow occasionally.

10. Pick your nose conspicuously.

11. Approach everyone inside and ask whether
theyve got life insurance.

12. Bring an empty bag into the lift. Open it a little,
and whisper into it, Got enough air in there, not?
You sure, ah?

13. Wear all white, and shake everyones hands,
saying, More good years!

14. Sit on the floor, hug your knees and rock back
and forth, humming Count On Me, Singapore.

The Rise of the New Age Men - A Feature Story by Andrew

“The best man is he who most tries to perfect himself, and the happiest man is he who most feels that he is perfecting himself.” – Socrates, Grecian Philosopher.

Perfection in the eye of the beholder – the pursuit of every man. What defines perfection however, has been much debated for centuries. But now, the focus seems to have shifted: it is no longer just about perfection; it is about what it means to be, a man.

No longer are men regarded as protectors, bread-winners and heads of household. This phenomenon has much to do with the rise of a new breed of women who are independent, self-sufficient and even domineering. Likewise, men have also been willing to evolve from old-fashioned, repressed, unmoisturised selves, into a new species – The Metrosexuals

My own path of discovery began at a tender young age of ten, wondering why boys of my age preferred to sink themselves in filthy mud rather than in a bubblegum scented bath.
Selected for being a Paige Boy for countless weddings and being the Master of Ceremony for innumerable events, it slowly got to my head. I enjoyed the attention I got for just looking good. I knew that I could get my own way if I just put on my sweetest smile.

That is why adolescence years dealt me a tremendous blow in my secondary school years. My ultimate archenemy was dealing blows after blows to me. I couldn’t stand the imperfection that each pimple wrote on my face. However, despite the “imperfection”, I had much more girl-friends then the best looking guy in school.
I could talk to girls about anything that interested me, chatting excitedly for hours about that subject ranging from Versace to BioSkin.

My attention span with guys, on the other hand, could never last for more then a few minutes on mundane things in life - such as “Oh! Have you done your homework yet?” It spelt out a communication barrier that I had with the spherical object and mindless violence.

It was not long before I was getting words like ‘fag’, ‘gay’, ‘wussy’ or ‘fairy’ being thrown in my face. My “sister-like” status amongst the female community evoked jealousy amongst the “alpha-males”. I was Quasimodo – stealer of the limelight in their eyes.
In short, I lost my sense of identity almost completely, but the guys that called me names ended up slowly adapting to the vanity culture too.

Shopping dates, facials and relaxation spas were always on my to-do list apart from splurged on cosmetics and clothes and exchanged cooking tips with my “sisters”. I was a man, uncertain of my identity and far more concern on my image. A man… in other words, who is an advertiser’s walking wet dream.

The fashion market belongs to us, yes. I’m referring to the metrosexuals. What would fashion marketers want with guys who couldn’t care two-hoots whether they shaved this morning or styled their hair?

How could you identify a Metrosexual? All it takes to look at them! In fact, if you’re actually looking at them, they’re almost certainly Metrosexual. They, quoting from writer Mark Simpsons, “Can cook, can hold his own when discussing curtain choices and enjoys shopping for everything from clothes to power tools.... But when he gets into a room with men and they are talking about hunting, fishing, basketball, he has no clue what they're talking about.”

The “alpha male” era has passed and given way to those who aren’t as concerned about dating girls as much as the horrid red spots that appeared this morning.
Sylvester Stallone and Hulk Hogan have made way for Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt and David Beckham. All these men are as much models as they are sports stars or actors, welcoming the not-so-furtive female gazes like the walking billboards they've become.

Now that women no longer need men for 'protection,' they can openly say what they really like. In the same way, now that the men no longer have to look strong and tough, they can be whatever they want to be.
Hulk is off their list - they want a cute guy who will be their 'friend'. Who will go shopping with them because they actually like it, and help them find the most matching bra and skirt, rather than act like a bum sitting in on the trial cushion in the furniture shop dreaming of going home, grab a beer, and surf the channels.
In addition, many women want a man who in his essence, scare off many less-adventurous women and of course, all those macho man.

So, if you think you have a cabinet choked full of Armani, Prada and Topman clothes, and your bathroom has as more variety of chemicals then a nuclear arsenal you qualify to be a metrosexual?

According to a British market research, a group of researchers uncovered characteristics of this subculture that went far beyond Simpson's 1994 conception. In addition to their narcissism and fashion-consciousness, metrosexuals were found to be softer, more sensitive, more artistic, more domestic, more romantic, and less interested in business competition.

In the past, if your girlfriend cried, you would whip out your beloved handkerchief your mum gave you for your 10th birthday and dab away her tears. However, now would be different. If your girlfriend cried, you would have to whip out your beloved $250 M.A.C. to restore her complexion and Shu Uemeru moisturizer to revive her tear stained face.

So what are you? Society has tried to classify the new age men in to many, many categories. But if you think that you have what it takes to be the new age man. Check out which of the following neo-males are you.

The SNAG (Sensitive New Age Guy): A guy that women like to talk to like one of their own, and find attractive because they can. Unlike metrosexuality, the title of SNAG refers more to sensitivity, without the narcissism and preening associated with metrosexuality. Think Taiwanese heart-throb Jay Chou and you would be somewhere about there

Renaissance Man: Refers to a well-rounded, sophisticated, worldly individual with interests in many areas and expertise in several. Passionately romantic in his dealing with women, flirting unconsciously yet maintaining the old world charm and poise. Think of artist-engineer Leonardo da Vinci.

Primp: A very well groomed guy who always has women around, but never seems to go for any one in particular. Behind his back, people speculate about his sexuality. Think of Keanu Reeves in award winning box office, The Matrix.

Skexual: A male or female whose sexuality and sometimes even sex, is so impossible to determine that they could walk into a lavatory of the opposite gender and nobody would flinch. Think of Michael Jackson and you would be enlightened

AJ: Derived from Pseudo-Latin which reverses syllables, it refers to a young guy who has identified himself with being a homosexual, and is more then confident of his own identity.

Mirls: Metrosexuals who have gone ultra-feminine. Think of metrosexuals who will buy women’s fragrances if they think it suits them and remind their female counterparts about their best gay friend without being one themselves.

Of course, there are many other terms that people have come up to describe the vast array of modern men, but most would fall under these categories.

It is my dream that one day, I could walk the streets, and people will turn back and give me a second look, and tell their friends that they saw a really good looking guy.
It is my dream that one day, I would walk the streets, and people will turn back and give me second look, and wish that they could look as good.
It is my dream that one day, I would walk the streets, no longer who I was... but a person with confidence about my looks - living up to the code of the metrosexual...

The choice was mine, and mine alone.

I am a metrosexual. And it is my choice to look good. For those that do not need to follow my footsteps and already have looks, thank your lucky genes. But remember, looks will flee faster then you think. If... you do not take the path of the metrosexual...

Perfection. Undoubtedly one of the goals of every man. Changing from time to time, it has come to rest in having a flawless complexion, getting in touch with your feminine side and embracing sensitivity. In short, perfection for men, is to cast away what used to define a man.

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Written By Andrew Hui Kok Fong
DMC 2A02

agony.

I'm such a useless brother... I'm a freaking useless brother...
I cant even make my own brother lift up his own assesment books for HIS OWN GOOD....

All he does all day is eat, sleep and watch television... and the report book comes back highlighted all with red marks...
Victoria Secondary School so what.
National Athelete so what.

The titles are all so fleeting... cant he just look for something that is more substential?
He sits like a bozo on the sofa... like a drunken RETHARD who has drank till his up to his neck, sleezy eyes and staring at the goggle box...

When I ask him to switch of the TV and do something more constructive, like going to have a bath or even sleeping, he shouts back at my face, and tell me WHO AM I TO TELL HIM WHAT TO DO???!!

Yeah.. who am I to tell him what to do..
The freaking failure is asking a GIFTED STUDENT, who happens to be only SINGAPORE'S TOP SHORT PUTTER - to go do something more "constructive"...

He is suppose to be smarter then me, by FAR. But yet he is throwing it all away. He won't do anything apart from his meagre schoolwork and tuition work (both which presume that "gifted" students know how to study by themselves).

I wash my hands off him.

Yeah. I have nothing to make the family proud about.
I was only one of the top 10 student in my neighbourhood school
I was only the chairperson of a choir of 300 students
I was the only one who managed to survive till Grade 8
I was the only one who went out to work before any of the three
I was the leader of an entire company of Boys Brigadiers
I experience where few men will ever there tread, where few can ever live to tell the story of pain and agony.

Yes. That is not worthy the be named of in the family.

I must be the top of the top schools
I must be the TOP ATHELETE in SINGAPORE
I must be GIFTED
I must score straight As, and have straight distinctions.

But I'm your FREAKING BROTHER FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!
AND I'M SEEING YOU THROW YOUR OWN LIFE!
I'M SEEING YOU WASTING THE TIME YOU COULD DO TO MAKE THE FAMILY PROUD!!!

i couldn't make the family proud. Must you follow my footsteps too?

WHY MUST YOU BE ANOTHER SCOURGE!!!??

when will you wake up?...

I cant use the computer to contol you forever...

you.... disappoint me...

Death... an experience

Death... a transition between a moment to eternity...
Just another part of the journey of life, yet the most remembered....

Death... a fatality in the human profile...
Destined to be, unwilling to be part of it...

Death... nondescreet, yet silent...
Taking the unseen life force away, in a mere blink of an eye...

Death... black, cowled, indescribable, yet visible...
Ending the colors of life with a spectacular array of memories....

Death... killer, murderer, executioner...
No one wants him, so he comes to us all


But who fears death, but the one who fears the future?
Who fears the future, but the one who does not know who controls the future?

Who controls the future but the one who created a future?
Who created future but the one who created us?

enough of philosophy... but yah... death is something to bemoan about.... and.... it griefs all our hearts to see another hurt by it...
Death takes away more then a person, he takes away a life... an entity that has changed another's life in one way or another...

the agony of losing a loved one helps a human's experience to transcend beyond mere knowledge into matured wisdom...
the forced thrust into independence...

When I saw him today.... I felt so helpless... The grief that was written on his face was beyond description... His composure was sturdy, but one look into his eyes, and you really wish you could hug him and tell him that God still loves him....
When he broke down when telling us how his father passed on, you could only question God why would he do such a thing...


death, comes to us all... but we need not fear him,
if we belive in He who has conquered death and time...

Da Class OuTinG!

WEEEeEEe!! Lolz... HAd such a fuN day today.. lolz....

ok. Not fun in the morning and afternoon... but when evening came, DMC 2A02 was into action!!
My class is still the coolest class in the world....
I love my class... its impossible not to love my class...

We left the 'orrible examination MLT at about 6:30 and we started excitedly discussing where to go... LoLz
Options came up like :
1) K-Box (haha! we NEVER get tired of singing do we?)
2) Marina Bay (Seafood HotPlate)
3) Marina Square (New entertainment complex, must go there watch movie)
4) Jurong Entertainment Centre (again..)
5) Esplanade
6) Seoul Garden
7) Toa Payoh Central ( w t h?... hahaahaha)
8) Suntec City

Haha... in the end, we came up with a combinatino of 2, Suntec City and Esplanade.....
First, we went to Suntec City... haha.... our initial plan was to grab a whole lot of food from Carrefour then go to Esplanade and eat our hearts out....

but.. when we got to the entrance of Carrefour, we unaminously agreed that we are completely shacked....
and we decided to eat at Suntec itself...
so. We DISCUSSED for like HALF an HOUR on where to eat, and we decided to split up and eat, and meet up back later...

Jawei, Timothy, Sarah + Ryan, Jason and Me had a DELICIOUS meal at this restauraunt called Siam Garden or something like that... it was quite OK, for a restauraunt at Suntec City...

after dinner, we went to marvel at the WORLD'S LARGEST FOUNTAIN. haha. not impressive. I still find. While everybody was like "ooh... laser",.... hahaha... i can still laugh when I recall it...

Esplanade was next! And we took pictures like every five steps we made... it was WAY COOL... we did all sorts of cool poses and funny shots.... havn't had so much fun for ages...


And yah, we ended up finishing at 11:00 pm.... tired, but very happy...

I love my class.... x)


... nitez! =)


(*andrew is going to dream of
a. HFTV presentation next week
b. Feature Stories
c. DMA Video Coffee on Cream
d. MEMENTO write up
e. LiveWire Video - Death
f. Campus Crusade Publications)


life is so stress free....... not.

What the HELL did I do?

“stop posting those online, I never said yes, so..”

Ok then, what the hell, wasting all my time but never regretted it. I seriously need to reconsider, I feel that both of our character cannot fit at all, we seem to be like on two extreme ends, one on the North Pole, and the other on the South Pole. Of all, why did I go for you? You shaped my way of life I guess, but it all seems wrong. The heart, the relationship, the time, the effort. Maybe I shouldn’t have let it go in the first place and regret it in the end. It’s all too late.

what the hell did I do? I just deleted TWO mushy messages that might be :
1) misinterpreted
2) misunderstood
3) miscommunicated

sheesh... I have a mixed feeling of irritation and anger now....

1st - There wasn't ANY relationship other then that which used to be - brothers
2nd - I warned you explicitly that the outcome is highly unfavorable, you made the decision to persue it.
3rd - You are right, our characters are worlds apart, and getting more and more different by the day... but difference is what make THE difference in every "relationship"...

if you can't stand me, you aren't strong enough for that portion...


think through what you posted on my blog, and look at it from MY perspective. how would i feel?

The AJ community has a vast population, many who are more capable, smarter, better looking, more sensitive, more caring, then me...

why on earth must you set you eyes on a failure, an ingrate, an imbecile, an insensitive wretch like me?
.... it would only break your heart.....

I have failed enough people, myself, and God. I'm a failure.

are you interested now? ARE YOU WILLING TO WAIT FOR THE FAILURE?????



anybody in the right mind will say no.






James told me this, which set me mind into "warped perspective" mode again.
God creates smart people to be lazy, so that their results can be balanced of with the stupid people who work hard.

seems so true huh...

Epitome of S T R E S S

.. never knew I could feel like this....
I never dreamt, in my wildest dreams, that polytechnic life would be so stressed.......

Today was the ultimate degree of stress already.... I was so cramped full of schedules that I literally felt faint...
My entire body felt like it was burning.. as though I had fever, but I know I did not....

The mere thought of the amount of datelines I have to meet, meetings to plans, revision to complete... Is enough to cause me to feel breathless...
When I literally counted the hours left for the MMR presentation, I swear I almost felt a stroke coming...

bleahz... and I'm NOT unhealthy..


I'm just wondering why am I feeling so worked up when everybody around me seem so calm about things!
sigh.... When I became the scheduler, I intended things to be done wayyyy ahead of schedule...


1 - 2 - 3.....

okayz.. i'm thinking more rationally now...
guess its my fault for not pushing harder.... the group wouldn be in this dire straits if I had insisted on getting things done on time...


crazed....


Went to Chinatown today... I became the tour guide! (after all, I lived there like all my life)
The whole class was as usual, super hyper and stopping at every shop to take photos and pretend to be tourists...
Jawei and Aizat even posed on a trishaw! but when our entire class wanted to take a photo with the long chain of trishaws, a grumpy manager started raving at us...

so we left him with shadows of a bad public image left on his business.. =P

Before we went back to school, guess who we met!...
.
..
....
COUNT DRACULA!!!
no joke. He looked EXECTLY like a real life version of the Count himself... Even the hotel he was working in looked like a very very vintage mansionnette, fully equipped with red velvet sofas and dim lights, completed with mirrors and entire complete sets of redwood furniture...

Out class took a photo with him! and then.. the gals did a pose with him, (think a crowd of adoring women who seem to be fatally attracted to the Count and you should be near there)..

it was really very funny....

sigh.. makes me remember of the old class days,.. when we were by far, less stress then it is now...


kkk.. cannot tok le... gtg study for OM.. (everybody repeat after me... "OMmmmmm")

it HELPS to RELAX THE MIND!!!!

geez.. i'm losing it.

Numb

Linkin Park - Numb

i'm tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
i don't know what you're expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you

i've become so numb
i can't feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you

can't you see that you're smothering me
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
cause everything that you thought i would be
has fallen apart right in front of you

[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second i waste is more than i can take

but i know
i may end up failing too
but i know
you were just like me
with someone disappointed in you

..... i just can't understand the expecatation that people have from me....

S T R E SS!!!!!!!!

Forgive me.....

... am I changing?...
I've changed so drastically... I cant recognize my own character anymore...

More then once have someone told me straight to my face that I am no longer who I used to be...
More then once have someone told me straight to my face that I am no longer the person I used to be...

Somebody told me yesterday that I have changed... within a short time span of 2 years, I have changed into.... something I never ever wanted to be...

words like...
Arrogant
Hard-hearted
Blind
Pessimistic
Crazy
Possesed
Dull
Depressed

2 years... within a time span of 2 years... countless unimaginable things happened to me...
Transforming my character for the worst...

I dont wanna fall...

I'm losing every single thing I set out to achieve...

Friends
Future
Happiness
Hope....

Where is the Andrew that everybody once knew?....
The answer is...
he is still there.... but lost in the warped labyrinth of life....

I'm but a shell of my former self...
I'm but a ghost of my former person...

help me.... find my way back.... please.....


I'm really sorry to all those that I have ever hurt, accidentally or out of spite... I hope that you all will forgive me...
I will try to change.... for the better....

like my very first entry in this blog, "I will change, for the better, come wind, come rain... I will endure, because my destiny had been set in place on this earth."

I love my friends....
I love my family....
I love my God...


.... forgive me?....

Lolz.. check it out... DIdnt know my birthdate could do this..

Your Birthdate: May 2

Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life. The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Stress?.... used to it...

AHHH!!! STRESS!!!!
hmm.... I'm getting used to it....

Its been a hell of a long time since I updated my blog... sigh... No time to even write some form of entry inside also...

But as you can see, I made a flash movie for my blog! It is on the right hand side! haha... Is it nice? I know its kinda newbish... but I took a whole hour to do it.... =P appreciate okay!

lolz..

sigh... my life has been so hectic...

bleahz.. i also dunno wad to update about.....