“It's all about you.”

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Chance.

I am giving this to myself for one last time.

Ok, so I cried in front of Miss Fong today.

I hate myself for having to take the re-exams.

There isn't a time whereby what I want comes true.

It all boils down to the final stretch.

If I can pull this through, well, hurray for me.

If I don't, well, I probably will never see you again.

So. You believe in final chances? I do.

Style.

Something you always wanted to get your hands on.

Without style, you don't have your good looks.

Without style, you don't have your money.

Without style, you will never own a Lamborghini.

So here ends the 06V14 chalet for 2006.

Wasn't bad, I suppose. Better than what I expected.

So I when to the meeting place at 2pm. Being punctual should be one of my specialties. Met up with Edward and Jonathan at the Tanah Merah MRT station. Moved to the taxi stand.

No one else was there, except Joel.

Shocked. Called Leonard and asked him to pace quicken.

Then he came in like 15 minutes, along with the great Fang Lin.

Then we were seperated. Leonard and Fang Lin to book the chalet, me and the rest to Bedok Giant to do the slave work and buy stuff.

Got a lot of stuff. Me liked playing the 'price checking' machine and 'drifting' with the trolley here and there.

Wen Qian and Ivan showed up. Typical. So did Leonard, out of sudden, along with Desmond.

Got the stuff. Moved to take a cab to the chalet.

Or 'Country club' if you want it classy.

Disassembled all the stuff out of the cab. Moved to the booked room.

Or rather, 'Bungalow' as they call it.

Kept the stuff in the appropriate places. Moved off to play mahjong. Edward then went to unload my Playstation 2.

Mahjong was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fun. People winning and losing, the fake chips changing hands, so on. Wen Qian and Ivan argued over how big the win was. Typical again.

Then dinner time. Ordered KFC. Ate half bowl of mashed potato along with one chicken piece. How sad.

Then we resumed playing mahjong and PS2. Tekken 5 was the hot favourite among most of us.

Then came the morning, 12.01 am, December 14 2006. That was the kinda like the 1st time I am staying up late, haha. Can't remember the last time I slept late.

Early mornings breed chaos. Ok, so all of us were going to rock the house down. Leonard was singing some unknown song in the microphone plugged in the karoke set provided there, the rest of the guys 'fighting' among themselves. Leaves me with Desmond, Ivan and Wen Qian to continue mahjong.

And we played.

And played.

And played.

Till it was like 5 am.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the besides the 4 of us, the rest of us peeps were sleeping.

So me and Desmond went to 'spy' on them sleeping in the 2 rooms on the 2nd floor.

Desmond opened the first door. Found the girls sleeping peacefully, but Fang Lin awoke. Shame.

I opened the second with some creaking. Found Jonathan with the shocked face (maybe not, I was guessing because its dark) on the bed with the other guys (sleeping), saying 'Don't scare me like that, please'. Now I know what to give him for Christmas, haha.

Ivan and Desmond then went to hog my PS2 for Winning Eleven 8, while Wen Qian went to watch them play. Erm, 'them' isn't right. 'Him' is better.

I went to snooze. Kinda.

Then morning came. Woke up and continued playing mahjong with the usual 3.

The rest of them woke one after another. Then we went to some place within the club to eat.

Expensive as hell. Ended up eating sandwiches for $4. Screw them.

Then we went back to mahjong and PS2 again. Wen Qian and Ivan squabbling over the win again.Typical yet again.

Played till like 1 pm. The guys wanted to go swim. I stayed behind. So did Ivan. Maybe he knows me well, and I know him well. We didn't bring swimming trunks.

Wen Qian and Fang Lin were staying too, so we played Bridge. How I love teaming up with Ivan, haha.

Then it was 3 plus. The guys came back. Complained that the swimming pool water was salty. And Joel burnt his pants with the hairdryer while trying to dry it.

They played PS2 for an hour. And the whole class then gathered to discuss something really, really important.

The finance.

Shan't divulge it here, lest it causes further problems.

Ok, the sum is big. That's it.

So we decided to invite even more people to come.

Then at 5 pm, I had to leave, taking the PS2 along with me, because its mine.

Great. My PS2 was so abused that while unplugging it, it simply overheated and blew. Ok, I made that up.

Thanks to 06V14 for making this so much fun. I sincerely hope the year ahead would prove to be more exciting.

Cheers, because even with the holidays here, we never really seperated.

Moodiness.

Alright, maybe I haven't been posting much of my life.

Alright, it starts from now then.

Alright, it started this morning when I was playing Gunbound in the morning when my dad asked me to accompany him and my mum to the new Ikea at Tampines to look around. I agreed.

Great. One of the few Sundays whereby I waste time trying to do something I don't like again. Shopping for stuff I don't need.

Went there by car. Parked at the well-designed carpark and were walking into the entrance of Ikea when we saw what looked like bloodstains on the floor. My mum was like freaking out.

Mum: "Boy, don't step on it! Later you kena accused for something you didn't know la! Remember this article on the newspaper............................................"

Me: "............."

Alright, then we walked in, and looked at the furniture. Good stuff. Pity everything is worth at least 3 lunches for me. Although I liked one of the bedroom designs that cost below $1000 for the entire renovation. Heh.

Oh great, and we finished walking the 3rd floor. Moved to the 2nd by stairs and walked around again, ending up near a bistro where they were selling their homemade hotdogs for $1. The 3 of us got 1 each and finished in 5 minutes. And it was only 11.30am.

Alright, then we left. Drove to some cafeteria in Hougang where, supposedly, housed a famous beef noodle stall in which my dad said I should try. Waiting for us at the stall was this damn long queue starting from the stall front to the far end of the cafeteria. We gave up.

Ended up eating wanton mee. The noodles sucked, so I gave up half of it. My mum told me to get drinks, and passed me about $2.50 in coins. Among these were 2 5-cent coins.

Me:" Eh, Mummy, I don't think the drink stall accepts 5-cent coins la. All the drinks sold comes with a price that ends with a zero."

Mum:" Walao, trust me la. Can use one. If they refuse, ask them to tell the Singapore government not to mint 5-cent coins in future la."

In the end, the drink seller didn't accept them. Care to tell him what my mum said in my place?

Alright, then we drove to like 4 to 5 different fish farms around Singapore hunting for neon fish at cheap prices. Stoned around all the fish farms and my dad was on such a spending spree in one of the fish farms, he bought me another 2 cans of drinks there and asked me to finish them. I was like, "you never did this in the past".

Finished them both. Winter melon tea and soya bean milk. And I was stoning around on the car and at the fish farms because I wasn't really interested in fish. After all, I don't even care about the fish present at home.

Alright, proceeded to Serangoon to hunt for a NEW budgie. Noisy as hell there, and there weren't any budgies there. So my dad moved in to another fish shop to look at arowanas, and I moved off to stone at the birds.

Then dinner. Went to Jalan Kayu for roti prata. My dad ordered me yet ANOTHER can of drink along with the pratas. Coke this time. Sheesh.

Ate 4 pratas. Crazy as hell. Then I had to queue for another order at the prata stall for my sister who was supposedly working at home, only to find her watching Youtube videos on Korean dramas on her laptop.

All and all, just another moody day.

Mystery.

We often search for answers when this comes about.

For one thing, mystery occurs mostly in tragedies.

How do I know?

I don't know.

But I know that somewhere out there in the open, my pet budgie might still be alive....

Rage.

This thing will explode inside me when I am thoroughly frustrated and fully in despair.

I hate this world.

Why did the heavens give me such a life?

Why did the heavens name me Sheng Chow?

Why did the heavens give me such a path?

And why, of all things, must the heavens send my one of my pet budgies to its death today??????

Why did the heavens make it fly out of the damn window??????

Give me a break, seriously. I'm through all this.


War.

Times whereby death is like flowing water.

Get your hands on Gunbound, people.

I am sick of killing the noobs there already.

Dreams.

Things that don't exist in my world.

Nothing ever comes true here.

Quit thinking that you will always get what you want to get.

Because life is never this easy to manipulate.

Meaning.

Most of us are looking for this.

In life, in work, in play, we constantly scrounge for it.

In any case, what does it matter if we have found true meaning?

What does it matter when we realise what we are doing?

What does it matter when we have completed what we are doing?

Nothing.

So what if we know true meaning?

So what if we realise what we are doing?

So what when we are done doing what is supposed to be done?

For me, nothing matters more.