sian.

sian. everyone finish common test. but i got bio s test tmr.... but haha there's evolution... that one little to read.... urrgh ecology also got... sian to learn cos it's like geog....

even so, i'm blogging now and spent 2 hours eating dinner with wei siong. yes wei siong came home from US a few days back.... he's some guy i know who used to teach my class bio for a term... he's supposed to be quite pro... studying bioengin at u penn... but apparently he's pissed at alotta things... says it's not as great as pple make it out to be... haharrr.. sounds familiar...
but it was cool tlking aft all these months... but dinner was way too ex for too little... but poor jk.. cos he recommended the place and we all suan him... say him rich kid... aiya but then again he did lose lyk $700 on soccer...

the past few days have been a fleeting experience... going to sch for a few hours to finish papers only to go home and do more papers... only thing to look forward to is the end of common test... but then again prelims in 2 months... arrrgh... the next half a year will but a fleeting existence such as this... times like these we gotta hold on to whatever we love... so that we can hold on to our sanity... worst part is, i just went thru this 2 years ago and it wasn't pretty... dammmmm sian....

thanks :)

Haikus

since i'm in a poem mood today, i'll produce one last one.... before i go mug chem for tmr... it's a collection of haikus i wrote... I love haikus bcos they're so simple and elegant, and so mysterious... don't know if mine are though...

1.Playing hide-and-seek
Sunlight flickers, blackened leaves
Teasing as i pass.

2.Angsana seeds have
Drifted onto the pavement.
Warm evening sighs.

3.Across the blue sky
White clouds sail by and I ask:
Will we meet again?

4.An effervescence
Rises, rises beyond me,
Too many bubbles.

Ok. now i gotta go mug for chem...

Thanks.

Friends Forever

ok here's another poem. this ones a very sentimental/nostalgic one. abt loss. not death kind of loss, but another kind of loss. it's about how temporary everything is, and how everything comes to an end. there's something tragic about the innocence and naivete that comes is portrayed here. a kind of a peter-pan-always-wanting-to-stay-in-neverland-forever-but-cannot kind of sadness. it's my favourite poem i've ever wrote. cos it's imspired from my own experience. enjoy.

Friends Forever

It's funny how
Our memories never seem to grow old.

While our hands get more calloused
Face gets more chiselled
And hair grows in the weirdest places
You still stay as innocent as ever
In my heart.

Somehow
I still remember your cute ponytails
Your young face and fair skin
And the way your eyes twinkle
Whenever you smiled.

And it's funny how
The multi-coloured inks
Spread in a bold chilidish font all over my autograph book
Never seem to lose their bright colour.
The "Friends 4ever"
Scribbled on the day we parted
Still shines brightly.

It's funny how
All the rest of my photographs yellow
Yet the ones with you in it
Stay as fresh as ever.

It's funny how
I can so vividly recall every childish joke
We laughed at together
All those years ago
And still laugh to myself
Tenderly.

And you know what?
Here's the funniest part.
When I finally do see you again
After all these years
You're not quite that little girl anymore
Not quite so bubbly
Not quite so warm.

And somehow
When I look back from here
The colourful words in my autograph book
Seem to have faded slightly,
The photos seem to have
Yellowed.
And the memories of that day
When we pink-promised to stay
Friends Forever
Seemed so much more distant.

ok. that's the poem. not bad right? i wrote it last year... but was too swakoo know how to put it on a blog... but it's rare that i actually write such a heartfelt one. hope u enjoyed it. it's a window into my psyche... heheheh... thanks...

Coins

ok i really shouldn't be writing this now. i got a chem test tmr and my teacher promises we'll die. but anw, here's a poem i wrote last year

i think pretty ok la, one of my better ones i feel. i was inspired by a sandman comic, where a genie held an entire knigdom for eternity in a jar, the wish of a great sultan of an empire at its peak. there was sth haunting abt it, sth sad, sth tragic that i wanted to communicate in this poem. it's about stopping to take a breath and look at our world gone by. it's a tribute to all our lost dreams and hopes that we've forgotten in the fast beat of life.

Coins

He simply sits there
Gazing by the old fountain
Down by 37th street and 8th Avenue
As the bustling multitude of life
Shuffels by.
Sometimes can't help but wonder
Between the mouldy cracked fountain
And the tired old man
Which is the monument?

And he sits there still
Patiently waiting for when the hustle, every once in a while
Stops.
And breathes.

Today that breath
Took the form of a young man
A go-getter
Sporting a sharp Ralph Lauren Jacket
Sprinting between his executive job
And his trophy wife.

When the young man just stops
And the hustle around him fades
And he has that same familiar look in his eyes.
The same look everyone has
When they
Stop.
Staring back at the old moument.

The young man reaches deep into his deep pocket
Brimming with dimes, quarters and dollars
And pulles out a single nickel
Closes his eyes
Draws his breath
And tosses it ito the old fountain.

There ends the brief relationship
Between the old and the new
As the young executive rejoins the city bustle
And the old man slowly
Reaches into the fountain
Picking that single nickel
And puts it into his little collection box
A jar of coins.

Like...Totally... I'm sooo popular...

quek: ok guys, tonight on the like totally, i'm sooooo popular show, we got a really, hot chick tonight. no, that hot chick isn't me, although i really am popular.... like totally.... so let's give a like totally welcome to the like totally popular chick...omg... miss tan... arrrgh.....

tan: hi, omg, i totally can't believe i'm on the ....

quek and tan: LIKE TOTALLY I'M SOOOOO POPULAR SHOW..... ARRRGH....

quek: so ms tan, how does it feel to be on the like totally i'm so popular show...?

tan: like totally, totally COOL. cos it like totally describes me.

quek: why?

tan: cos, i'm like... so popular, and that's like... so totally true!

quek: totally!

tan: totally!

quek: totally!

tan: totally!

quek and tan: ARRRGH....!!!!

quek: so, tan, pls tell us all here, how come you're so like totally popular?

tan: omg, i like so totally predicted you were gonna ask that question! i must be, like, psychic or something.

quek: totally...

tan: so yeah, one of the reasons why i'm like so totally popular, is because i'm always outstanding, outperforming and out having fun.

quek: whoa, that's really like super way out there, so how do you do that?

tan: well, i'm glad you asked. i'm like totally achieving my best in everything i do. and i have like soooooooo much fun doing it.

quek: really?

tan: like totally... i mean like you know i have a boyfriend....

quek: yes, we all know. and i'm like soooo totally jealous of you.

tan: yeah his name's lee and we like so totally spend all our time together. i mean, yeah i manage to play music with him, play sports with him, and you know like serve him everyday with my totally like totally BIG BIG BIG....

quek: yes, tan, we all know u have like totally BIG....

tan: PASSION! cos i'm like so seriously seriously and totally cross my heart and hope to die committed to lee and i've got the lee spirit allllllll over me. u know he's like the coolest guy i ever know. ad like ya that's what the lee spirit is all about.... without like the lee spirit, i would, like totally totally die. cos my passion is to like serve him. and him alone. and he loves me for doing that.

quek: wow. u must be like totally the happiest chick alive.

tan: like totally.... and u know i'm sooooo freaking committed to him that many times i like stayed over at his house so late that his like parents came home. and we were like totally "SHIT!", and i was like totally, "i've got to climb out from the back gate, man."

quek: omg, u climbed out the back gate from his house? omg omg omg.... that must be like soooo totally cool. how many of us actually get to climb the back gate like tan eh? how many? doesn't that like so totally describe her PASSION for her like totally cool boyfriend?

tan: like totally!

quek: totally!

tan: totally!

quek: totally!

quek and tan: ARRRGHHHH....!!!!

tan (crying): omg... i'm really really so like totally happy.... i feel like i'm so totally blessed to have such a realy cool relationship with my mondo-super-cool boyfriend, lee. i mean like i've climbed his gate and and alll.... omg... i mean like all those losers who like, don't really know lee are all like fugly bitches.... cos they will never truly feel like the lee spirit i feel, and u know like the lee years are like the best years of our lives, and we should all cherish our lee years cos he's like sooooo totally wayyy cool... and i really feel sorry for those losers, who have never experienced and real happiness like i have.

quek: omg, tan, that's like soooo totally touching, i'm... i'm almost... gonna cry....

tan: let it all out, quek, u and i like totally have the lee spirit and that's like so totally alll we're ever gonna need to get thru life...

quek (crying and fanning herself with her hands): ....sob....that's like....sob.... so like....sob.....totally....like soooo totally true.....

quek (wiping her tears): so thanks again tan, for coming on the like totally i'm soooo popular show..... see u again soon.... i hope u and lee like continue to make countless treasured memories that will like totally last forever....

tan: like totally....

more on V for vendetta

ok i'm so boh liao now i'm gonna include my favourite scene from v from vendetta. so evey is this young girl who lived on a totalitarian society, and was taken in by v (the superhero). he threw her out, where she met this guy and they became lovers. than the govt thugs came and killed her lover like they did to fer father many years before. she tried to take revenge but ended up in a prison, where she was systematically and brutally tortured, and forced to sign a false confession about v, threatened with death. she chose to die instead of lose her principals. later, she was released and found out that it was v all along, torturing her himself. after scolding him, this is where the argument leads to....

evey: you say u want to set me free and u put me in a prison.

v: u were already in a prison. u've been in a prison all your life.

evey: shut up! i don't want to hear it! i wasn't in a prison! i was happy.

v: happiness is a prison, evey. happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

evey: that's warped! that's warped and evil and wrong! i went to live with somebody. i..i was in love with him. i was happy. if that's a prison, then i don't CARE!

v: don't u? your lover lived in the prison we were all born into, and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. he knew affection and tenderness but only briefly... eventually, one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and he drowned upon his own blood. is that it, evey? is that the happiness worth more than freedom?... I didn't put u in a prison, evey, i just showed u the bars.

evey: you're wrong! it's just life, that's all! it's how life is! it's what we've got to put up with. it's all we've got. what gives you the right to decide it's not good enough?

v: you were born into a prison. u've been in a prison so long, you no longer believe there's a world outside.

evey starts running from v.

evey: shut up! you're mad! i don't want to hear it!

v: that's bcos you're afraid, evey. you're afraid bcos u can feel freedom closing in on u. u're afraid bcos freedom is terrifying...

evey: i can't feel anything! there's nothing to feel! leave me alone!

v: don't back from it evey. part of u understands the truth as part pretends not to.

evey clutches to a pillar, broken.

v: woman, this is the most important moment of yout life. don't run away from it.

evey starts to choke, grasping her throat.

evey: i don't know what... you're... oh God. oh God. i can't... breathe... asthma... when i was a little... cuh...girl...

v: good. you're almost there. go closer. feel the shape of it. your mother died. they took your father away. there's a little girl, evey, and she's screaming...

evey: a-huh... aa--huhh... oh, make it stop... what... are u doing to me? oh, i can't... breathe... auhhuhhh....

v: u were in a cell, evey. they offered u a choice between the death of your principles and the death of your body.

evey: oh, oh. i can feel it... i'm going to die, i'm going to burst...

v: u said u rather die. u faced the fear of your own death, and u were calm and still. try to feel now what u felt then...

evey (crying): i...uhhh...oh God... i felt... uhh... i... felt...

evey: like.... an angel.

evey: oh God, v. oh God, i'm so scared, i'm so cold.... what's happening to me?

v: the door of the cage is open, evey. all that u feel is the wind from the outside. don't be afraid.

yup. that's the scene. maybe u won't find it good but i find it dammmm good. the book is very loaded with ideas like this. maybe this'll help u to understand my personal profile a little more. sometimes opening your eyes is painful and terrifying. but if u open them long enough, u'll see the outside world, and it'll set u free. u will soar upon wings of love and freedom.

ten things u didn't know about pseudomonas denitrificas

1. It is a denitrifying bacteria that needs waterlogged soils and anaerobic conditions to work.

2. It badly affects crop growth.

3. It's name is in my bio test.

4. apparently, cambridge wants me to memorise it's name, so i did.

5. today, i spent 10 minutes of my life reading about it.

6. it's name has 23 freaking letters. almost as much as the whole alphabet. but my name also has 23 letters... haha...

7. we have a lot in common.

8. we're both misunderstood creatures. why do they hate it? why do farmers hate this poor bacteria? why is so misunderstood and unloved? i love it, i'm it's only friend. we hate society for discriminating us...

9. P.Denitrificas is my BESTEST friend in the whole world.

10. I love it.

Thank you.

why is there a 1200 character limit????

ok i spent so long typing a profile of myself, but realised it went wayyy of the limit. so i'm not happy. so how? i'm posting it la... here's the FULL UNCUT version:

yes hello, my name is mark.i'm 18 this year and studying in vj.but i won't be outstanding outperforming and outhavingfun for long, cos soon i'll be headed to the wonderful tropical paradise of pulau tekong. where i'll get a free haircut, that's sure to better than my current one.

what do i do when i'm free? well, is "not applicable" a good answer?

the most impt thing u need to know abt me is that i'm a Catholic, AND a Christian, for those of u who still think i can't be both, then go eat a bullet. yes Catholics are Christians, but not necessarily the other way round. and for those of u non-catholics who are wondering, yes, we can't have sex before marraige. and i yes, i haven't. (if u can't tell by now then u really think highly of me) and no, i don't disagree cos, call me old fashioned but i think sex is sacred and shldn't be ruined by sleeping with many pple... so for all u horny ladies out there, u ain't getting a piece of me... :P

yes i love comics, but too bad they're really ex and most of them r kind of scary.
but there're really good ones out there. i'm reading v for vendetta now. haven't watched the movie but the book's really good. that's the kind of comic i like.

ok, i'm studying trip science in jc now and no i don't think i'll be a scientist. what do i wanna do? don't know. but i want to do sth that helps pple. anw, knowing what u wanna do is overrated. don't listen to the effing government when they tell u that u need "passion", and be "driven to achieve new goals". balls. passion dies fast. and achieving goals is selfish.

my major belief, is that almost everyone lives in a fantasy world, an illusion. blinded by the traps we built for ourselves. traps like yearning for wealth, prestige, and most devious of all, a "meaningful life". and taking the red pill's hard. but it is only when we're truly selfless, then we're truly free. that's why my fav part of v for vendetta was when v freed evey from her illusions. and i strongly feel only God can set us free. period. so contact me if u want that.

but i think this belief makes me too proud. so i need to work on my humility (or lack of it)

ya basically i think i'm a bloody nerd la. from the look, down to the lifestyle. i'm caught between denerdifying myself, and being true to myself.

that'll be all for now.

thank you.

ok now i'm serious

ya... yesterday very happy to setup a new blog, now i'm gonna put some serious stuff down la. was studying like mad today (actually yesterday). nothing helps destress better than a jog. at night. jogging's actually very spiritual.

as i run

only the pace lingers.

the mind quites

but the heart races.

recollections

flood the soul

like the wind beating upon me.

the day's truimphs

and failures;

yes, failures,

rush through me

comforting me.

and then i feel God

in the embrace of the cool night

singing.

yup, this poem is about my jogging 3 hours ago.

why am i called jumpoverthewall?

ah ha. yes, it's a food.

no. i don't like it.

ya basically when i was sec 1, i was walking alone in a quiet jungle. some of my idiot friends went to touch my ankle with a leaf. i freaked out and shouted with a small jump.

they thought it was the funniest thing they saw. and i was fat. still am fat but used to be much fatter.

so they called me buddha jump over the wall. i only jumped a little.

oh i left out the buddha part cos it wasn't cool. jumpoverthewall is more mysterious.

thanks.

why do i say thanks?

ok. if u read my last 2 messages, i ended both with "thanks". but why?

why do i always end every little sms and email with thanks? even when there's nothing to thank? i never noticed this before....? can someone tell me why?

ok here's what i think. i think it's this over-impulsion to please pple. or to be polite. i'm obssesed with politeness.

freak... why can't i be obssesed with cars or football or maple? i must be obsessed with politeness.

maybe it's from my mother or grandmother.

anyway.

thanks.

yay this idiot is so happy

yay... this is my 2nd posting... the time is 2322. for tutorial on how to read military time, go to my 1st posting...

haha... i'm such a dumbass that i went to check my blog to see if my 1st posting was there. and it's there.... i'm so happy it's there, so now i'm doing a 2nd posting.... cos why? cos i can.

yay... i'm putting up my 2nd posting...

i feel i should say something about something.

ok.

i watched england vs trinidad. bored my pants off.

yay... my opinion is public...

yay...

will i get sued?

sorry sven, no offence to england.

oh and my pants never came off, for those of u internet police always looking for perverts to arrest. i kept my pants on during the match. "bored my pants off" is a figure of speech.

don't arrest me.

yay.... my 2nd posting...

thanks.

Full of Shit

yay.... my first posting.... the time is 2316... for those of u who can't read military time that's 11.16pm. pm means at night. well at least for 11.16 pm. pm stands for post meridian. how do i know? cos i'm full of shit. ya. shit. that's what u call too much knowledge.

haha... a historical day for me.... finally my shit get's to go online for the world to admire... yes u idiots who admire shit. ok the shit thing's getting gimmicky.

that will be all for my first posting.

good day.

thanks.