Literature lecture was boring ... so the guys put their creative juices to good use and wrote some poetry. Here's one of those memorable poems. It's still a work in progress though, so just leave a comment if you have any feedback.

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It scared me.
The slow fire in her eyes,
The mischief in her smile,
The little dangerous hints.

It frightened me.
The heat of her breath on my cheek,
The sweet naughty whispers in my ear,
The images she conjured in my mind.

It alarmed me.
Her shape bent so close towards mine,
Her finger drawing lazy circles on my chest,
Her thighs a perfect fit against mine.

It scared me most though,
The rising bulge in both of our pants.

That's it. Leave a comment if you wanna suggest any titles for the poem.

I need my sleep, and hell awaits those who disturbs me in my sleep. All of you who called me this morning when I was fast asleep, beware. On the other hand though, Ryan's already going to hell, so I guess he doesn't have to worry.

I met up with Ryan, Daryl, and Brenda this afternoon. I was supposed to do that at 11.30-11.45am but by around 12.00 pm I had just woke up, and even then because of the incessant calls from Ryan and Brenda. So grudgingly I showered, changed, and met them at Cineleisure Orchard. We watched Hairspray; it's a pretty good movie. If you liked High School Musical, you'll like the movie.

I didn't realise that John Travolta could look so hot, had he long hair, gained weight two-three times his current weight, and wore a 1960s glitzy dress. Woo! Haha.

It must be fun to do that, acting the role of a really fat chick. Look at the few actors who have done that! Besides John Travolta, Martin Lawrence in Big Momma's House, Robin Williams in Mrs Doubtfire, Eddie Murphy in Nutty Professor and Norbit, et cetera. They must get a kick out of playing the part of the opposite sex!

I want to watch Hostel: Part II. I already catched the first movie before and I really liked it. What's there not to like? The gore? Why, it's fantastic! You'll keep coming back for more!

Oh yeah ... there's no school for me tomorrow too, since the prelims are still going on and I don't have anymore papers. I shall sleep in, and during that period, screw the smses and calls, I ain't replying. Ciao.

I want to punch somebody. I want to kick somebody. I want to kill somebody. I want to play rugby.

Awfully convenient that I can do all that at once, short of killing someone of course, in a simple game of rugby. Man, Midnight 7s on Friday, which is yesterday by the way, was good. Some of the entertaining teams weren't participating this year, according to Ryan, but it was still fun all the same. And not that I'm trying to be sexist here, but you see an obvious difference in the playing styles of the men and women teams. The men are basically violent, up in your face, and they have better ball sense. Oh wait, what am I saying, we men are definitely better at rugby than you women. Haha.

And I'll digress a bit here. Perhaps women are getting it; men are just better at rugby, and this has convinced them that if they can't beat the men, why not join them? This, I believe, explains the shocking number of 'butches' I saw at CCAB yesterday. The women teams consisted largely of butches. Another question arises. Why does that apply only to Singaporean teams? Look at the team from Thailand for example. You obviously see that they're straight women, not butches. And they still kicked ass, despite being younger than the Singaporean teams and all. Well, this is one of the huge mysteries in life. Or perhaps there is an explanation: you confused girls are insecure.

Let me just make it clear that I have no deep hatred against lesbians. Lesbians who are comfortable with themselves, who are confident, they're attractive. Oh well, let's move on. I shall not elaborate further on such a topic.

Poor Gabriel couldn't join us for the rugby event due to some unforeseen circumstances. You dumbass. And Jiahe and Imran were there too, but only for an hour or less because they got lost on the way to CCAB. They missed the good parts too, since the men's matches were later on into the night.

And Ryan is delusional, on top of being outright homosexual. Nothing against you dude, I accept you for the twisted person you are. I believe you when you say that you're gonna lose all that weight in NS and have bodies like the rugby players we saw yesterday. Sure, you're gonna look even more like the rugby players in NS - the women. You're already on the way there, what with those knockers. Hahaha.

The event ended close to 2am, slightly later than scheduled. Ryan and I just hung out, can't remember what the hell we did or talked about. Sleep was already trying to claim me, and the beer just made it worse. Haha, I was trying so hard not to just collapse. Partly because I didn't want to embarass myself waking up in the morning in the middle of nowhere, and partly because I feared that Ryan might take advantage of me.

It was hilarious. We were like homeless people, just wasting time at a 24 hour McDonalds and lying down on the benches outside. I think I multitasked several times. Talking to Ryan while at the same time periodically drifting into the land of the sleepy. Cool, I'll train myself to do that for the A levels.

So we left the McDonalds at 6am, and I reached home close to 7am. Thank God I remembered to bring the keys. I didn't even bother doing anything else, collapsed on the couch in the living room. Woke up around noon. And now, I am just wasting time on the computer, while nursing this headache I have.

And now I shall end this post. Move on already.

Rush Hour 3 was funny. Watched it with Gabriel and Ryan. Fans of Rush Hour 1 and 2 should catch it. Some of the jokes might have normally been cheesy but I think Chris Tucker pulled it off quite well.

And I wanna watch the Midnight Sevens this week. Interested to see how our local teams will fare against those foreign teams. All Ryan's fault for hyping it all up. You bitch, you!

On to serious stuff, lit paper 1 yesterday was a disaster. The way I look at it right now, there's a 50-50 chance of me passing. Man, didn't expect that. And I sure as hell don't want that to be the situation as well for the A's.

I need a guide on "The Guide".

watched "invisible target" with the guys. some good action scenes ... although there were some parts that bored me. n jackie chan's son is such a pussy in the movie.

so prelims are drawing near. too near for comfort. nothing to worry about though, the only stuff to do is to read up on everything. two years of stuff crammed into these two weeks before the prelims. interesting.

n studied a bit of math today. so little covered ... and today has almost ticked away. wow.

obviously u notice that i'm running out of stuff to write about. how bout this as an end to this post.

which one's worse? to suffer aids or homosexuality? oh wait, that can kinda be the same, if you know what i mean.

The block test results ain't encouraging. S for GP. U for everything else. This is the most fucked up results I've ever laid my eyes on.

No big deal though. After all, the stress, the bad results ... they are just comedy. Ordinary life. In the literary context at least. The tragedy ... hmm, has to be something extraordinary. I dunno, can't think of anything particularly tragic right now.

Anyway, been putting in effort to improve my school performance and attitude. Been working somewhat, although I would have expected more.

Haha ... not being able to do well for the A levels ... that would be the real tragedy. Or not.

sons and lovers.

we had to work on this piece of work for lit asp today. it was, in my opinion, one of the more interesting prose passages that i have seen. for those who have no idea what i am talking about, it is basically a passage which is filled to the brim with extremely sensual and sexually implicit language and imagery. it was fun talking to the guys about the passage, analysing it and coming to the conclusion that d.h. lawrence is a rather horny writer.

basically, the guys felt that the whole passage was rather sexual, with the exception of daryl of course, who felt that an essay based on the sexuality of the passage alone was rather risky. but what the hell, we guys believed that our conclusion was right since we most definitely were able to justify it.

on second thoughts though, we might just be dirty-minded bastards. haha.

Didn't do any revision at all yesterday. But I had a valid reason for that, alright. I had a silat event to prepare for. Some western Java martial arts festival my silat group (Warisan Pendita Suci) was hosting at night. Yeah, by the way, the school of silat I'm trained in is of the western Java kind.

So yeah. I had to rehearse with the students several times. They kept forgetting their movesets and since we were gonna have a guest gendang (malay/javanese double-barreled drum)group playing the background music for our performance, I had to keep reminding them of the beat they had to synchronise their moves to.

On top of that, I also had to prepare for my own solo performance. Gah, the stress. And did I mention I also had to prepare for a friendly match with our guest silat group (Pusaka Karuhun)?

Oh well, the event turned out fine, thank god. The kids didn't freeze up in the middle of their performance when they made a few blunders. My solo performance went smoothly. And I also won my friendly match. Well, let me narrate how my fight went.

My opponent was taller than me, perhaps 1.8m. But I didn't let that faze me. The referee told us to get into our fighting stances, and we did. I opened up with a fierce tiger-like stance, just for show. "Start!" the referee began the first round.

We slowly inched towards each other. I launched the first move. A kick to his front leg, and he lost his balance slightly. A back-sweep followed, and he fell to the ground. Ouch. The referee awarded the points to me.

We resumed our positions. He charged towards me, a few punches then a kick. Instinctively, since we were so close, I grabbed him and kneed him in the gut. It was satisfying but unfortunately it is an illegal move in silat and so I got a warning from the referee.

After that, he executed a side kick, and promptly I caught his leg in my eagerly-awaiting hands. I raised it and my left foot swept his other foot and he went down on the mattress, hard. Ouch. Again, I was awarded my points.

We traded a few more blows, and then the gong sounded. The first round was over.

The second round began. And it was pretty much a replay of what happened in the first round. This time however, I decided to get a bit more serious. I kept going for his right leg, kicking it, sweeping it, doing as much damage as I could to it.

By the end of the second round, I was well aware that his right leg was in some pain. That was an advantage for me.

Third round, more sweeps followed. I anticipated his moves better now, since I had spent the first two rounds observing his fighting pattern. Each time he moved towards me, I kicked his vest, pushing him back. He couldn't get near me.

The gong then sounded. The referee held both our hands. And then, my hand was raised. I had won. =)

So the day wasn't so bad, I guess. Hahaha.

What was I rambling about previously? Wait, I remember. Priorities. Wow, that's deep.

I realised a long time ago that I needed to get my priorities right. That's an easy lesson to learn. But why didn't I do so? Circumstance was my excuse. A shitty life was my excuse. So it's a funny screwed-up cycle, you see.

shitty life -> thus the need to prioritise -> can't because life is too shitty and won't let me -> that's why prioritise, dammit -> no, can't ... so on and so forth.

Haha. That's probably what's been going on in my head these few years. Oh well, I learnt the second lesson, never mind whether I learnt it too late, that is, no fucking excuse is good enough.

Now get to work, dammit.

You know what? I feel quite proud of myself right now. Why? The reason being that I came up with this revision schedule for the June holidays so that I won't be so lost anymore trying to think each day what I should revise for that particular day. True, it might be a small thing. But you know the saying "it's the little things that matter" or something like that. I'm hoping that by doing all the right little things, this will finally make the difference in my revision, the change that I so need to score decent grades for the Term 3 Block Tests.

Well, studied a bit of Economics just now, in particular, market structures. And there was that one moment in time I got so pissed at myself because I forgot how to identify the deadweight loss on the diagram. Argh. I have to ask people for help regarding that now.

It's so true that 1 hour revision for 1 subject isn't enough. I spent around 3 hours on the topic trying to understand it (alright, maybe I did doze off in between a few times) and now I think that I almost have the complete picture in my head.

I've been doing some thinking about my priorities too. But hey, I'm feeling lazy now so I'll fill you guys in on that in the next update.

Skipped lessons today. The reason for that is a perfectly understandable one. I got lazy, honestly. Just leaned back on the couch and hovered between stoning and sleeping as I waited for the clock to hit 11 am.

Ironically though, I felt like doing some revision, most likely because my guilty conscience kicked in and demanded that I do something useful, for once. So I left for Toa Payoh library and read through my history notes till about 4 pm before falling asleep till about 5 pm. It was bound to happen. Revision just ain't my thing.

Wasn't a complete waste of time though. Managed to get the whole picture (at least, I like to think so) of the Arab-Israeli conflict, especially the 1956 Suez-Sinai War. Even did two mindmaps on the Suez-Sinai campaign, and I'm so proud of those two pieces of foolscap paper. Just to prove that I know my stuff, I'll rattle a bit on the points stuck in my head.

Causes of Suez-Sinai war:
- Nasser's aggressive ambitions
- 1955 Czechoslovakia arms agreement
- Cold War rivalry: cancellation of loans for the Aswan Dam
- Nationalisation of the Suez Canal: conflict with Britain and France
- Fidayeen attacks on Israel

Consequences:
- Britain and France humiliated
- British and French declining influence in the Middle East
- Israel gained security against further attacks
- Nasser established reputation in the region
- Shit, forgot the heading for this point. Something about the Cold War framework being introduced into the conflict. Hey, at least I'm honest.

See? I did study. Cheers.

Oh, and for some odd reason, Toa Payoh Library just now was swarming with hot girls too. I mean, usually, I wouldn't notice. But I had to stay awake somehow, didn't I? Hehe. I guess today taught me that there are quite a decent number of pretty girls with brains.

All hope is not lost for the female human race.