Justin Timberlake on Oprah

I dunno if it's a new song or an old one, but it is a nice song! :)

something different about this live performance is that JT hits a bunch of notes all over the place and that there's actually a guitar/piano solo at 3:30 that made me go "aiseh, woah!"

What goes around goes around goes around Comes all the way back around~

Archie my bf.

I woke up to a wierd dream today. I dreamt David Archuleta was my bf. LOL

i dont remember much of it - but the part i do remember.

Archie obviously stayed in the states. He'd talk to me over MSN and once in a while call me. He recently had this problem where no one recognised him anymore and that people didn't care about him no more, that he didn't have any friends blah blah blah. Me on the other hand, was super happy to be able to talk to him (like hello, David Archuleta leh -.-) and we clicked really well.
He told me his problems and i symphatised with him and so on. I dunno why but he's problems seems numerous and i'd feel very.... erm sad? symphathetic? i dunno how to describe the emotion i felt each time he spoke to me but it was pretty overwhelming a feeling.

Then one day he came over to Singapore and still no one recognised him. Out of the crowds in some warehouse i searched him out and then i saw him tearing at some corner. He instantaneously recognised me and started crying even more. Lol. I went over and gave him a hug (a pretty long hug if u ask me) i started crying with him too lmao xD.

after a couple of seconds of hugging i really started to enjoy him hugging me and didn't wanna let go. the next minute.......

MY CAT JUMPED ON ME AND RUINED MY SUPER AWESOME DREAM. Lol. I jumped up and then after a few moments of thinking i started laughing at the dream.

dreams are a way of your subconcious trying to tell you stuff. So what was this dream trying to tell me? That i like hugging David Archuleta? LOL. I know it's like, super impossible that Archie would add me on MSN let alone become so close as to be my bf =/ and all, but i told myself something after i got up, "hey, a guy can dream can't he?"

LOL

The lucky dustbin

may this lucky dustbin bless you in all your endeavours and the ongoing exams - i dunno if it works but it didn't stop us from trying!

Cypbershot Phone

i shot all these from the cybershot phone one of my friends so graciously lent me. i guess you can tell i'm really enjoying myself with it ^^

Whatcha think?

a very romantic picture, yeah right!

whatcha think? very funny la, when we get bored from studying, look what we get up to!

tell me what you think of this pic! p.s. we were not drunk nor were we paid to do this. it was a spur of the moment thing. lol

cheers
-aj

What's right.

My head hung low when i walked through the canteen. You know how it is; when someone blocks your way you look up at that person. The dude who blocked me was a usual patron to the lower secondary "gangs" of the school. The poor fella had food all over him, and i merely assumed it had been poured over him. It was such a common sight that most people did not even bother to notice anymore, but I did. My pace slowed down even though my friends already went ahead of me. I gazed in both amazement and disgust at the poor fella and the way he was being treated and then it came to me - why isn't anyone doing anything about it?

Beyond all the bad remarks, the poor attitude, the distorted head, i know the boy had something more to offer; i know because he was my junior. I wondered as a senior member of the school, and as a ex-leader of his CCA if i should've intervened. I chose not to lest i create trouble for myself. I also knew as good as my friends were, they would not back me if i were to do something as bold and stupid as that. Hey come on, i'd prolly react the same way. I saw a bunch of teachers ahead and figured i'd tell them, but as i approached the teachers it seemed like the fight was dying down. It was merely the victim giving in to those sorry excuses for a gang. They hurled insults at him and shouted at him, but he just sat there, not even brushing off the food that was all over him. Only God know's what i felt.

I guess in society these days - especially that of a school environment - it is perfectly okay to just walk pass or over another human being in need. Wrong is the new right. What is society then, if it has not a single drop of humanity left? I really don't understand why it was okay just to walk pass and not be bothered about it, as so many others of my peers were doing. Is it really not a matter at all if it affect you? Ironic that one of our school's core values is COMPASSION.

Is there no one left to stand up to the evil-doers? No knight in shining armor who steals from the rich and gives to the poor? Are all these simply stuff that happens in fairy tales? Sometimes you can just look at the stuff around you, and ask, "what has the world come to...?"

why didn't I do anything either?

Random Pics

Prelim Topics!


Mind Map.. lol


One man's scrap food is another man's photo-taking treasure!


That was my super-awesome handwritting, lol

lol.

now that's what i call artistic!

FTPSS Choir and The Little Beggarman

The First Toa Payoh Secondary School Choir performing at Henderson Secondary, conducted by Mrs Kwek-Pua Hwee Khee. Pardon the sound and the video quality - it was shot on one of my friend's phone, so just turn up the volume if you have to. After watching numerous choirs perform, we were all intent on bringing school pride to FTPSS - and as a result, this was one of our best performances that year. We had a "don't give up attitude" even though we were the underdog there. Being mentally strong, we produced a good sound and the judges were impressed. They said our choir had the potential to be a very good choir. They loved the male section (yup, that's Whye Chiz in the front in long pants).





now compare that with this very good choir. the sound is much better here, and i got this from Youtube sometime ago.


At 2:40 of the first video, we sing 'The Little Beggarman' - a traditional Irish folk song. It's not clear from the video, but it's a very comical song about the life of a beggar. Do watch it again and look through the words.

I am a little beggar and a beggar i have been for
three score or more on this little isle of green.
I'm known along the Liffey from the Basin to the Zoo
and ev'ry body calls me by the name o' Johnny Dhu
Of all the trades agoin' sure the beggin' is the best,
for when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
beg for his dinner he has nothin' else to do,
only cut around the corner with his old rigadoo

(Du du du du du du..)
(Ding dong ding dong day, ding dong day...)

I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn a
wet night it was but i slept until the dawn;
there were holes in the roof and the rain was coming through,
and the cats and the rats they were playin' peek-a-boo!
When who should awaken but the woman of the house
with her white spotted apron and her calico blouse;
She began to frighten, all i said to her was "Boo! sure
don't be afraid, 'tis only Johnny Dhu."

(Du du du du du du...)
(Ding dong ding dong day ding dong day...)
(dm dm dm dm dm ding a dong ding a dong...)

I met a little girl a walking one day. "Good
morning, little flaxey haired girl," I did say
"Good morning little beggarman and how do you do,
with your rags and your tags and your old rigadoo."
I'll buy a pair leggings and a collar and a tie and a
nice young lady I'll go courting by and by;
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
and an old fashioned lady i will make her too!

(Ah___________)

All along the road with his pack upon his back
Over the fields with a great and heavy sack
with the holes in my shoes and my toes a peeking through,
singing "Skin-a-ma-rink a doodle with my old rigadoo"
Now its time for bed, for it's getting late at night.
The fire's all racked now out with the light
And now you've heard the story of my old rigadoo
So goodbye and God be with you from old Johnny Dhu.

(Du du du du du du...)
(Ding dong ding dong day ding dong day...)
(dm dm dm dm dm ding a dong ding a dong...)

(Ah___________)
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a whole lotta words for a 2-min song eh?

update.

ACHOCHO! PRELIMS STARTED ALREADY LAH DEI!

Maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths, english, english, english, maths, maths, maths, music, science, science, S.S, S.S, S.S, S.S, S.S, S.S, S.S, Geog, maths, maths, maths, maths, maths.- that's all i do these days. (somewhere in the deep depths of this routine, F&N exists...)

Spoke to a bunch of music professionals. Complicated shit.

me and marr made a deal yesterday. before we die, the one thing we must do is TO PASS MATHS!

and thus explains the maths, maths, maths, maths, maths routine.

i'm getting flattered lately by the teachers. As much as i love the attention and the praise, i hate the pressure because of it.

meeting up with my music teacher for lessons again, and we're going to have practises straight through the O levels. Talk about a a huge load on my shoulders!

p.s. i know i usually blog about something with a better meaning, but i've barely had the time to think about it. lol.

cheers! enjoy your prelims people!

Comments.

Why do you people think there is a "post comment" action on all these blog posts? So you can comment on them la! Nobody comment not fun one. What's the point of having a blog then?

I always figured blogging was a way to share with the world stuff i could never just say out. Kinda sad that no one seems to react to it, lol.

Please do post up constructive comments; its like the icing on the cake, the cherry on the ice cream, the cucumber on the eyes, the star on the christmas three, the ribbon on your birthday present - you get the point. lol

An Epic Battle & The Tyra Banks Show

First of all i wanna congratulate KAI the Juggernaut and Ah Neo the Holy Knight for their omnislash-ing, hand of god-ing, victory against the Evil Magnataur Blogskine. It was an epic battle and i'm sure we are all proud of you for defeating the mega evil, fiendishly cruel blogskin HTML.

here's what i'm talking about; http://h0t-tomato.blogspot.com/search/label/Question%20remains.

anyways back to business. I was watching the Tyra Banks show just now and it was a really funny episode (not the funny kinda funny but the wierd kinda funny). It was literally a debate about what's best for moms. On one side, weighing in half of the audience, give it up for the WORKING MOMS! And on the other side, weighing the other half of the audience are the STAY AT HOME MOMS! It was kinda ridiculus to see how the audience got so worked up about the issues brought up, whether it was breast feeding or staying at home for your kids. They made little judgements on what's best even without proper backings. Like there was this one woman who commented on the stay at home mom that her kid should get daycare because he is not socialising. Wat the fish? I mean who is this woman to say what is and what is not best for the kid when she don't even know how the kid looks like!

I guess it was the influence of the audience. Something like peer pressure. Just cause u think it's right, and many people support that idea it automatically makes it right. I rolled my eyes at how they were so easily against the mother who breast fed her child up to 7 years old but clapped when someone said "the needs of my daughter come first". Aiyo sometimes people can be so dramatic, and it seems like women are the more common in this case.

Perhaps if strong influences did not make up people's minds, then we would not have communism, rally speeches, and the FTPSS Student Councillors (LOL). What a world!

Death; wassup with that?

Why do we die? It don't make sense that we HAVE to die, if u ask me.

concept no. 1 : It is natural to die.

Is it? Out of billions of sperm, only we entered the egg. Of the thousands germs that bombard us each minute, hardly any can kill us. When we face danger, our bodies give of hormones and produce super-human reflexes and strength to save us. When a person is born, we rejoice and celebrate. But why then do we mourn if a person dies? Is it not natural for us to die, so shouldn't we be happy about it? How can death be natural then?I dunno about you, but it seems we were made to SURVIVE rather than DIE. It seems more natural to me to survive, than it is natural to die!

concept no 2 : To die is to die physically.

We all have heard of near-death experiences. Our bodies can be hurt so badly that to die is what is logical. Yet people HAVE survived. We as Christians preach Jesus resurected i.e., he came back from the dead. Yet, his body isn't around. He stands resurected because his spirit has come back from the dead. If to die is to die physically, then to live is to live physically. How can that be the case if Jesus was resurected? When we let the days simply go by, we are not living our lives. We are physically there, but we are not living! Then death is nothing physical afterall!

concept no 3 : man were created so that he dies in the end.

this one's tough. when it comes to creation of man the only reference material i have is the bible. and guess what? this is what it says about man and his creation;

• God created man in his own image; male and female.
• God blessed them - then asked them to be fruitful and increase in number.
• fill the earth and subdue it.
• give them green plant for food.

adam also lived for a long time; 930 years. He died in the end, but why? Also, God never commanded man to die, did he? he said be fruitful and increase in number. That sounds like he's asking us to live.

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now here's why i think man dies; if it were about creation, then it was because of sin. God's 'punishment' for sin was death, and as man who has sin in them, they die.

If it were about biology, then it would be about replacement i.e. one has to die so that another may survive.

death itself is a subjective term. when exactly does a person die, and what happens after that? If our spirit truly lives on, then indeed we do not die, we merely exist in a different form.

what do you think? WHY DO WE NEED TO DIE? post up ur comments! but plz post em under comments for this post, and not in my CBox! i might actually phase out that whole Cbox thingy. lol

Happy Birthday!

phew, what a day i had! i was thinking at the start of the day that it would be a metiocre birthday but boy was i wrong! some birthdays u don't forget and i am pretty darn sure i aint gonna forget my 18th birthday!

i dont have pics, cuz my cybershot phone went flat in the midst of my super-awesome-fantabulous 18th birthday. lol

i wanna thank all of you for remembering and making my birthday something special ^^

i guess when it comes down to my own birthday, a meaningful birthday would be one where i feel cared for and special. mind you i didn't get any gifts (so no comdoms xD) but i had a great time out!

LOVE YA GUYS!

-cheers, aj.

Conversation.

I was watching the National Geographic channel just now and i found out some cool stuff.

personal grooming has been of great importance for social bonding in primates, but for humans it has given way to soemthing else; conversation. Human speech is a masterpiece of biological evolution. Our speeches are not ilde, as they lead the way to something important; courtship. Ultimately its the intelligence of other people that attracts us. Perhaps our intelligence is not so much for our survival, as much as it is for sex.

lol - who'd knew? i guess i'm lucky i have the gift of the gab then!

For The Love of Tuesday!

Come close all you blog patrons. Gather round and hear the story of Tuesday.


It has already been 5 years since my buddy left this world. That's right, Tuesday was my buddy and he died when i was 13. Of all the families to adopt a dog, it had to be a muslim family; my muslim (or shld i say, EX muslim) family. As some of you may already know, muslims are not allowed to own dogs. But Tuesday held a special place in my family's heart. Sides, we weren't very much muslims anyways.


A dog was tied to a pole in the basketball court. Depsite the weather, he stood out there, silently hoping his owners would come back. A little boy came not soon after and found the abandoned dog. Seeing how cute it was, he thought he'd bring it home. "Mama, can we keep the dog?" he asked. She said yes, so the dog had a place to sleep for the night. But the fickle decision of the parent soon changed and the boy would in turn have to abandon the dog. Unless, he could give the dog to the animal loving neighbours next door...


They had a cat, so it might be hard. Still he tried. And yes, the family next door took in the dog, seeing as the cat did not try to butcher the dog, or the other way around. The family happily took the dog in, and the dog seemed happy too. It was tuesday, so they called the dog Tuesday.


Tuesday stayed with us for some time. And in that time, his trust in me grew widely, to a point where he trusted me the most in my family. He became my buddy instantaneously. Tuesday was not what i thought a dog would be, meaning he couldn't sit, eat outta a doggy bowl, or even fetch a simple ball. He was a dog with a mind of his own. I'd bring him down on walks often. When i opened the drawers, The little canine hopped around enthusiastically and without care, even sometimes hurting himself in the process. Oh the joy in the animals face. When i brought him down, he'd pull me all the way to the other side of the neighbourhood, as if showing me where he once stayed. Hesitantly i'd pull him back, hoping i didn't meet his owners and have to return him.

As much as all of us loved him, my step-dad hated him. I remember he kicked him once, and Tuesday's back slammed against the back of a wooden sofa. I rushed to help him but he hit me too, so i just brouhgt him into the room.


Not too long after we got him, my buddy got really sick. He started bleeding through the nose and he was blue-black around his tummy. Doctor's couldn't find anything wrong at that moment. Tuesday wasn't toilet trained though, so he'd poop around wherever he wanted to. I came home one day and saw him preparing to leave his CRAP in the middle of the kitchen. I rushed to chase him away but when i got there my heart sank beneath the floor i stood upon. For lying on the floor was not dog poop, but it was a pool of blood, mixed with small traces of faeces. Yes, Tuesday was bleeding on the inside.


Not long after that, he was diagnosed with liver failure. My mom spent hundreds of dollars on medical bills for him to be recovered, but to no avail. It continued for weeks till one day the nurse called us and asked if we wanted to let him go humanely. I saw the tears that formed in her eyes. We knew wat it meant. My little buddy was dying. Maybe thats why people abandoned him in the first place.


He led the life he had always lived with us; walks, sharing our food, occasional jumping around and lots & lots of love. I woke up one day to hear my older my brother wailing in despair. Tuesday had died in his arms. I denied it completely till i felt his cold and breathless body. My buddy was gone this time.


We cremated him but did not keep his ashes. It was too much to hold on to. That week was a hard one. I was alone at home when, for fun, i just called out his name the way i used to when he was alive. I swear i heard his little doggy footsteps running down the living room to where i was, just as he used to do.


But hang on, this is not all a sad story. I posted this up to let people know that untill his last moments with us, he led a happy life and one i'm sure where he felt loved and cared for. Even in the adversity of death, it was our love for the little fella that made us move on. In the end i guess that's what triumphed. I did not regret buying him more stuff, giving him more walks or even toilet training him. What i really felt bad about was that i wished i spent more time with him, cuz i never got to say goodbye.

so i leave you blog patrons with this message; love like there is no tommorrow, because you never know when tommorrow will not come.

and congratulations for being able to read all the way down here! lol
cheers~

Makanan