the mark.

Scotch
Creme de Cacao
Frangelico
Goldschlager

Shake with cracked ice.
Rocks glass.
No garnish.

notes:
liqueurs: Frangelico [hazelnut], Goldschalger [cinnamon]
This receipe is theoretical, concocted with mixology knowledge-how-stuff.
Which is why the proportions aren't formulated. Yet.
But it sounds pretty darn good.

Golf

Golfers out there,
anyone care for a game?
I am itching to play.
Let me know,
i can organize.
Location: NSRCC[tanah merah]

Cheers to the next step.

Barty was a blast.
Am still awaiting the pictures from matt before i post it up.
Anyway, tequila downed me.
A big thanks from the group to the -dy-ny-ly.
You were entertaining enough.

This is the last day.
When we walk as students.
Yes, the real world is next.
We all are going to be great success.
Great leaders of tommorrow.

Here's a few nonsense that happen at the barty.

1. Mark adds in soda water to the punch.
shake shake shake
spill

2. 'We all live in the yellow submarine, the yellow submarine'
-all in unison

3. "To spongebob"
-toast

4.'Take me down to the paradise city
where the girls are fat and have big titties.'
-Xiang nian when he was high

5."I love you guys'
-Mark shouted after having shoot tequila.

6."I am so tired"
-Nik.Wait, nothing special bout that.

7."Mark! What the fuck!"
-Dinesh , after mark tried to shake soda water.

8."Snore"
-Aaron Chua, Jonovan , Matthew and all other sleeping beauties.

9.Navin cant walk straight.

10.Shane knows my secret.I hate alcohol.

11.Milk and lemonade and tomato juice is good.
Yes Kimberly and Tiffany and melody, you could have killed me.
Wait. Did i taste pepper.?
Zombie cocktail, or rather, bloody mark.

12. "I am not going to lose the bet, whatever your name is"
-Xiang Nian to Melody

13."Even if i win, i will never take money from a girl, its rude."
-Xiang Nian

2 hours later ,
"Where is my money!? Where is it?!"

14. "Go. To. Sleep.!"
-Melody

Another poem. title?

Like mother to stillborn,
she wept.
There were no tears,
but blood;
The infant dressed
violent red.
Never would he experience love,
nor life.
He cost dreams and aspirations, a price
too high.
As love pushes an act;
the night,
where murder is planned.


Haha.
1 day to barty.

Changi Airport.More Flashbacks

Just came back from dinner at the Airport
with my family and soon to be family-esther
The fountain outside the arrival hall brought back fond memories of my granddad.
May he rest in peace.

Hmm

We should not dumb down our speech when speaking to infants.

GooGooGaaGaa?

Magic.Money.

I made $400 playing Magic.
Yes, you read it right.
I made money playing cards.
At the same time,
my dad got 7th in a golf competition,
Congrats dad.

I lost in the finals of Singapore Junoirs Open 2007[39 men]

I went 4-1-1 in the swiss round to clinch a top 8 berth with 13 points[placing 8th]
Nik went 2-4 and dead.[27th]

Winning Singapore's number No.19 in the quarters.
And my friend whom i playtested with in the semis.
Then losing to Singapore's No.1 player currently.
Now i rank 104.
Haha.

Just ask Nik.
We saw a spectrum of people with a 'beat-me' on their forehead.
Really, annoying, pestering , over-enthu, naive idiots.
Well, we are 16,
And the majority are 18.


Well, there are some nice people around nonetheless.
But still,
Magic is a sport.
And some are just ruining it for us.

More infomation on the game.
http://www.magicthegathering.com/ - Magic official website.
http://www.sgcardgames.com/ -Singapore magic forum.

Haha.
Free advertisement.

Anyway!
Party is on in 2 days time!
Invite list are already out.
Call any of us 5 to double confirm
and donate stuffs if possible =)

Turning 10.And an epiphany.

Papers over.
Life next.
Here is something i find really meaningful.
A poem,
O level unseen text.

On Turning Ten

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-
-a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.

Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness,
I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday
I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

Billy Collins


Very meaningful at this junction of my life.
Here i am, thinking what life is and what life suppose to be.
I have seen the truth, I have seen what is ahead of me.
Lessons should be learnt, not taught.
My whole life i told myself to be different from others,
not to hurt other people's feeling,
To think that the world is all beautiful and serene.
How naive.

In reality, life isnt.
Make a mistake suffer.
I have found out there is more to life.
so much more we all could do,
but we dont.
Life has so much meaning now.
I just realised that money is hard to earn,
Death is imminent.
Life is fucking short.
Parental love is eternal.
Yes. This is life.

We have to deal with problems within ourselves,
before giving a hand to society.
Live your life with what YOU think is right.
Not what other people say is right.
If you are correct,
fight for it.
If you are wrong,
admit it.
No harm done.

I am not going to be the sensitive guy anymore.
I am not going to be the one giving in even though i think i am right.
We all have the right to be selfish at times.
Maybe its just the stage where anger takes over,
or i am just trying to find myself,
I am like this boy.

I skinned my knees. I bled.

exams, pressure and expierence moulded me to someone i always hated.

'human.'

Job Interview.There is always a first.

Ikea.I just love that place.
Now, its my workplace for at least 2 months.
Pay is sufficient.Work time is bad.
Weekends.Who works then?
Me, of course.
Stupid, foolish youngster in need of money and full of time.
Here's how my interview went.

Bloopers.[correct answer is in the bracket]
I/C:S9101555B
Colour: yellow[pink]

I have been convicted.[i circled the have]
I have been on drugs[i circled the have once again.]

School: St.Patick's school

Well.Its my first time.
Never had to fill up this kind of form before.
At least i made up with the way i presented myself in the interview.
Fluent and honest.
haha.