Tired.

Hi.
I'm tired from my outing. Yeah, some sort of a gamer's outing in Orchard.

Before I sleep, I'm gonna post my pre-April wallpaper! For fun.


Assassin's Creed is my new love. Gotta love that hood he's wearing. It's cool.

And some Call of Duty 4 multiplayer matches by some gamer enthusiast. He's got a pretty cool name too, BlameTruth.


Golden AK-47 (Damn, I want this camouflage so fucking badly)


MP5 Silenced (Typical set-up)
*He said that school isn't important! IT IS IMPORTANT!*

That's all for today.

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Cross Country.

It's my final cross country race.. Well, it's alright. The tents definitely looked better than the past 2 years, although some people may beg to differ. We can't trade our number tags for 2 cups of Milo, oh my God, that is SAD! But, at least, we got NEWater and popsicles! Seriously, the popsicles were the bomb.

This had to be my best run ever. And a memorable one.

I hurt my leg, and both of my palms. I had two deep cuts on right palm, probably caused by a wandering stone and the left palm wasn't so serious. I had a cut on my left leg, which stings. I couldn't walk for a moment. But somehow, it gave me the drive to run faster! I have no idea why, but in the past, pain used to give strength to run. Pain like, cuts, bruises or headaches. Definitely not abrasion.

I was supposed to run with my friends.. But they were all too fast to catch up with. All I wanted was a slow jog to admire the Chinese Garden. In the end, I was running with Derrick, encouraging him to run and catch up. As usual, not all checkpoints are encouraging people. When I was Secondary 1, running in MacRitchie reservoir, the checkpoint ICs and cadets were enthusiastic and kept saying "Jiayou!". This year, it was so dull. They look at you, I look at them, yeah.

Nevertheless, it was still a fun jog, even though I ran alone. The prize giving ceremony was kinda long and boring. Probably because I can't hear shit from where I'm sitting. People around me were taking pictures or camwhoring. Sigh, I can see that those people were really good friends.

My class wasn't a whole. Some were at the back, at the left and front. It's like as if 5B didn't exist at all. I guess we are really an underrated class huh. I really envy 5A. They have teamwork, group photos to remember all the good times, good friends and so much more. They even cheer for their classmates when they receive their medals. I'm just envious, I hadn't got the courage to cheer because the people around me were feeling dull.

Went home after the school song had been sung.
That's it for today then.

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Afterglow.

Afterglow by Danielle Zonghi

Afterglow . . . I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.

I paused as I read the prayer card to my younger sister.

I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, if happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.

I paused once again, wiped her tears and comforted her with a hug.

I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun, of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

I hugged my sister once again and went to my room. I often sat alone thinking about what happened on that Christmas morning. It seemed like yesterday that we were a happy family of five. No sickness. No tears. My life seemed blurry, almost like it never happened. I tried not to think how my mom had woken me up to tell me that the man I sometimes hated, who had finally accepted our differences, whom I loved more than anything, had quietly passed that morning. I remember I didn't cry when she told me. I couldn't. I had cried for too many days. I just looked at my mom in shock as though she was telling me a lie right to my face. It couldn't be real, he wasn't supposed to die. He was supposed to get better.

I felt the tears building.

Why? He was young and had lots of life to live. I tried to forget these thoughts and look back. My mom always told me to remember the happy times that my father and I shared, but these memories were blocked, trapped in the depths of my mind, the thoughts of the past month holding them hostage. All I could think about was that night when we were sitting with him.

All of us - my mom, my two sisters, and I - sat there crying because my dad couldn't breathe and refused oxygen. I remember holding his hand and feeling him squeeze it while he struggled for each breath we thought could be his last. He'd look me in the eye and then roll his eyes back as if he couldn't take it anymore and just wanted us to let him go. The small dining room turned hospital room with all its medical supplies was hot, and all our faces were red from the tears.

I looked at my mom who had gotten up to grab the oxygen tank and put it on my gasping father. I remember her saying, "Fred, I know you don't want to die. We need you; we love you; spend one last day with us." She started crying as she attached the oxygen to his nose. I had stopped crying and just rubbed my father's hand. My sisters were sniffing and beginning to relax. The room went from a stuffy crying chaotic mess to an almost comfortable place. My sisters and I left as he finally was able to get his one lung working again. It was a constant battle for him; it had been two years since he had his right lung removed, and he had gotten used to it.

I shake my head as a tear falls. These thoughts give me the shivers. A year has passed since my father left his cancer-filled life and moved on to the peacefulness of heaven to look over our family. We still have those times where we look back and cry because we miss him. Today is September seventeenth, the day that he would have turned forty-eight. I try to push the good thoughts through, but I could still hear the horrible cough that filled our quiet house or the mumbles of my father who couldn't remember our names but was glad we were there to comfort him.

It is eerie remembering these events. I shake my head trying to forget, but it doesn't work. I close my eyes and sigh. I sit for a few minutes just thinking. I open my eyes and start reading those words that keep the memory of my father's spirit.

I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, if happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.

These words make me remember. He would have said something like, "Your life will go on." It comforts me to think he was right. My life has gone on. I'm stronger now, and I have him to thank. I look at his picture on the nightstand, let out a sigh and smile. I walk out of my room full of thoughts of happy times and hard times, but I look at his picture, and I smile knowing his afterglow is with me in my heart, in my mind and in my soul.

Source: Teen Ink - Afterglow by Danielle Zonghi

A day gone wrong.

Sarcasm is the new sex. Kidding!

A day gone wrong is definitely the most suitable phrase for today.

Why? I have no idea. It seemed like everything around me took a turn and decided to bash me up. It's one of my saddest days, I guess. Firstly, the D&T file I brought to school, this morning, all my papers dropped. It was an embarrassing moment. It didn't even struck upon me that I'm holding my file inverted. Great.

Lastly, the seating arrangement. I don't know who tidied up the class. It ended up me taking another seat because my seat was taken! I have no bloody choice. It's not like I want to sit there or something. So as a result, I ended up taking a seat where I could talk to practically no one. GREAT. But heck, I might as well keep quiet. Look on the bright side. I could concentrate in class way better than before and there's a fan above me. I'm sorry for flaring up, Miss Pang. I admit that I was foolish and acted rashly in front of you. I did not ask for permission to change seats. I'm at fault. Forgive me if you can.

I seriously fucking think that something wrong is happening.

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March Double Birthdays!

I have to admit.. I had a really fun holiday!

There were two birthday celebrations, one for Kenneth and one for Beng Shiang. Both were equally fun! Definitely one of the best weeks I ever had.

So.. Happy Belated Birthday to Kenneth and Happy Advanced Birthday to Beng Shiang!

For Kenneth's celebration..
Me, Hock Zheng, Chungaik, Mun Tat, Beng Shiang, Boon Keat, Kai Jie and birthday boy, Kenneth went to a Japanese restaurant in Cathay on Tuesday. Man, the food was scrumptious enough to keep me satisfied. Unexpectedly, I got full way too fast, even though I did not ate lunch. We ate a lot of varieties, from typical Sushi to Udon, Ebi and Sashimi. The ambience inside was pretty nice and comfy too! After all that, we attempted to take a group photo, but failed. See Chungaik's blog for more details!

Next, we went to Chinatown to play some LAN gaming. We played from 6pm to 10pm. It was really hardcore! Haha. First, we played Call of Duty 4 multiplayer, I got top for most matches! Next was CS 1.6, and Chungaik got top frags! DotA was next. I haven't played it for like.. 2 years? My skills are all rusty already. WAIT, I have no skills to begin with! LOL. Anyway, I got owned totally, needless to say. Boon Keat was the top fragger. He has some crazy shit up his sleeves, man. And me? While others are like Lv. 15 or 20, I'm only like 9? I sucked at it, but I felt like playing it..

Went home, tired and listless.

For Beng Shiang's celebration..
Met up with Chungaik, Hock Zheng, Boon Keat, Kai Jie, Jiemin and Shuting at Chinatown Point to have lunch. I did not eat because I wanted to order food at Settler's. After eating, we went to purchase Beng Shiang's birthday cake! It costs $35 (I think?) and looks pretty awesome. We went to Settler's after that.

*skips all the [outside Settler's café] stuff, lol*

I love the café. Really. So many games to play. The game we played the most was Halli Galli! It got me, Hock Zheng, Chungaik and Shuting playing for long durations! The others that did not play are either tired from pressing the bell (Lol) or no interest at all. I also liked the Shadow [Something] game which was like the miniature version of Magic: The Gathering. OH GOD, I missed those days when I played Magic: The Gathering with my old classmates in Secondary 1/2. Nostalgia INDEED.

AND! I need to praise Jiemin for being such a wonderful host for me, Hock Zheng, Chungaik, Boon Keat and Shuting. She worked her butt off to cater to our needs, gave us instructions on how to play that game when some of us aren't listening and bringing out the cake for Beng Shiang! You looked pretty tired around 9pm+ and did not play with us. I'm guessing you're tired? Part and parcel of the occupation I guess. WHATEVER IT IS, thank you again for being such a wonderful host! *applauds*

Beng Shiang got cake-mashed! MUAHAHA.

After clearing up, me, Beng Shiang, Kenneth and Mun Tat went to Raffle's Place MRT to head home. Walked quite long but the evening breeze was refreshing.

Had neck aches. No idea why.

WELL THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY.

I'm gonna start cleaning up my room and finish all remaining homework. Not gonna blog for the weekend.. so check for updates next week!

Till then..

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Missing school already?

I think I'm starting to miss school already. I actually woke up at 4.30 am this morning, and ran 5 rounds in the jogging track!

I did most of my homework already. I haven't done the Maths online assessment in Acelearning.com. Mr Kung said that the homework will be there on Sunday. I checked it yesterday, but it wasn't there though. Unless he's doing Jobweek, I assumed he's in school, haha.

Hmm.. Jobweek.

Nobody came to my house. Boohoo. It seems that my home district is kinda unpopular huh! Last time, I used to do Jobweek at my district. I accumulated around $200 from 3 flats. Kinda little, still better than nothing. I might need to get that $50, for the sports hall and CCA crap, using this Jobweek method.. Haha.

Gonna be a busy week. Gonna finish the rest of the homework. Tomorrow is Kenneth's birthday, he invited most of my friends. Looking forward to it. This Thursday, I will be going to Settler's and celebrating Beng Shiang's advanced birthday as well. After all that, I'll go straight into pure gaming and end this week with a tired mind.

Well, that's all I have for today..

I'm BROKE!

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Haha.

I'm gonna update more in the upcoming week..

For now.. Enjoy this Silent Hill - Homecoming review! Some funny scenes.. Haha.