tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72867662009-11-10T03:21:57.981+08:00Yes. Bong is actually my name. No. I don't do weed.bONGnoreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-56054698278152604992009-11-10T02:56:00.002+08:002009-11-10T03:21:57.990+08:00

It's been an awful semester for me. Emotionally, academically, socially, whatever I've done and not done. It's just been bad. I just feel that in the past few months, all I've been through is negative growth.Since early in the sem, I've been in a regressive state. I've wanted so much to say what's been on my mind. But circumstance, though more often than not, excuses, have prevented me from

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-71237481003397193742009-10-22T14:58:00.003+08:002009-10-22T15:26:02.020+08:00

Heys! I'm back!Anyone miss me?No?Awww. Damn.It's been a hectic past month. What with holding meetings, canvassing for funds, school, lab reports (I could go on), workshops, performances, projects (I told you I could), etc etc etc (for the sake of your time I'll just stop there). And yes, I know the liberal use of brackets in that last sentence does look a little odd. But that's the fun of it

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-16213446804284569072009-09-17T04:23:00.002+08:002009-09-17T04:53:01.738+08:00

Well. Finally. We've managed to settle our committee and now work can really begin on next sem's Hall Production. Exciting! It's been a tiring two days of interviews and deliberations but at least now that's all over, we can finally get down to doing some actual work. By work, I meant we can start full scale production. Don't get me started on school. Haha.I'm really stressed about this year's

bONGnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-36323572082594227112009-08-13T06:22:00.003+08:002009-08-13T06:56:40.047+08:00

Yes. Britney totally rocks. Love her to bits. Schoolgirl outfits are totally right for the wrong reasons.Anyway, Jash kinda blew. Haven't drank like that for a pretty long time and I guess there were a lot of things that I haven't settled internally. Can't believe I was stupid enough to crack like that. I guess I didn't realise that it was that much of an issue to me. I thought I was over it all.

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-61042500132578077802009-07-29T06:14:00.002+08:002009-07-29T06:29:01.447+08:00

Yes! Finally something good to write about here.We have (at long last) finished all the work on the Mistaken soundtrack!! Awesome. After all the months of slogging trying to get everyone down, the multiple layers we had record for each track, the reviewing of the edited tracks. It's finally done. Will be launching it during the FOC comm introduction night as a sort of publicity for Hall Prod so

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-71389609392803582432009-07-11T04:50:00.003+08:002009-07-11T05:09:27.711+08:00

Yea. Everyone goes through some growing pains once in a while. Not just the physical pains but the emotional ones too. I hate blogging about stuff like this. But sometimes talking helps get things off your chest.Don't you think it's pretty weird. Emotions are created in the brain and shouldn't really affect anything else. But you do seem to have actual heart pains when you go through tough times

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-73540698014446700422009-06-30T20:20:00.001+08:002009-07-01T13:34:30.319+08:00

Sometimes I really feel like Job. Obviously not to the extent of having my family and everything I own taken away from me. But I do sometimes feel like God is testing me. Distractions that are taking me away from the job at hand and my general inability to focus on what I'm supposed to be doing.It's also at times like this when I turn back and look at my faith. I just can't forget everything, put

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-64443448027373326582009-06-21T23:23:00.002+08:002009-06-21T23:39:36.954+08:00

Ah fcuk it. No, seriously. Bon Jovi has some of the best rock balland lyrics ever. Was listening to Bed of Roses over and over again. Like woah.Can I drown my sorrows at the bottom of a bottle of JD? Cuz alcohol is sorrow's only nemesis. Dammit. Don't feel like writing anything.

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-91433529305640791042009-06-13T00:47:00.007+08:002009-06-13T00:59:22.965+08:00

Check this out. Bloody good stuff. Had me laughing all the way thru... Awesomely funny musical.

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-22305720658126162342009-06-12T01:38:00.002+08:002009-06-12T01:58:17.049+08:00

Take two panadols and see me in the morning.Unfortunately, my headaches are that easy to get rid of. It's kind of a turbulent time with all the talks about Hall Allocation and stuff. Who gets to stay next year and who doesn't. I'm kinda miffed (putting it lightly) at the way that certain priorities were set this year. I'm not being biased cuz of my position or anything. But I think there was

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-38720471461013016922009-06-01T14:39:00.003+08:002009-06-01T16:45:41.866+08:00

You know how sometimes life throws you a curve ball? You don't really know if you should take a swing at it or just let it by. I'm not sure of anything right now. Some of my friends have been telling me that this isn't worth my time. Some have been telling me that there is a fighting chance. But I think I naturally tend towards the negative as a defensive mechanism.(Confusion enter stage right.

bONGnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-8655965811461433172009-05-29T22:39:00.002+08:002009-05-29T23:29:35.513+08:00

I suppose some people are quite surprised at the way I'm reacting to my results. Personally, I don't know why the surprise. It's not that I don't care but simply because I understand that the amount of effort put in is equal to the returns that I get back. And the returns from this sem was precisely what I deserved.Do I regret not working harder? Well. No. Before anyone gets on my ass and starts

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-85547506190928972242009-05-23T05:38:00.002+08:002009-05-23T06:32:43.694+08:00

Mediocrity. There I said it. The M word. Why does being mediocre have such a negative connotation to it? I don't think that being ordinary is necessarily a bad thing altogether. Is being normal abnormal? Is there something wrong with leading a quiet life? Why is this blogpost rife with rhetorical questions?To me, it doesn't seem all that bad to life out your life peacefully in stereotypical

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-11168145697597686082009-05-20T15:46:00.003+08:002009-05-21T22:07:23.375+08:00

Okay, I know I've been bitching about how I can't wait for the exams to be over and how there are so much that I wanna do. But now, almost a month into the hols, I have accomplished nada. [edit] I just learnt that the submission deadline for Mini Musical 09 is 31st July. Hurray for procrastination!![/edit] Goddamit!! I think it's the waking up past noon problem. Haha. Cuz by the time I wake up,

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-83999314495852687112009-05-14T20:21:00.002+08:002009-05-14T20:30:39.347+08:00

I wanna say something, but at the same time I don't think that I should. But it's killing me inside lah. I need to do something about it.That's what next week is for, I guess. Where is my interrogator when I need to talk!

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-91466036025746664212009-05-04T17:05:00.001+08:002009-05-07T04:13:42.447+08:00

Okay. I need to say this. AWESOME PAST WEEK...It's been a week since exams ended and it's seriously been a blast. Three days in Tioman, great weekend, puke-filled Saturday night and a power fun night at Pump Room just now.Tioman was seriously best. I haven't been so relaxed in a long long time. I've had many things on my mind so it was nice to just go there and chillax. Cold beer in one hand,

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-56304800374312180482009-04-23T17:10:00.003+08:002009-04-23T17:24:16.455+08:00

Masochism2 : pleasure in being abused or dominated : a taste for sufferingI don't know if I take pleasure in mentally torturing myself. But I know that I always seem to torture myself by just daydreaming and wishing that something could happen. I need to go out and do something about this but that'll have to wait till my exams are over. Just that focusing on my last paper is a little

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-64334820181063505042009-04-18T04:27:00.002+08:002009-04-18T05:22:20.337+08:00

It's not my habit to blog so often. But I really have stuff to get off my mind.I have without a doubt lost my direction in life (please no wisecracks about gothere.sg). My idealistic ass stepped out of JC thinking that I could take on the world only to get turned around and kicked by life's big boot. I thought I had a career goal, a path for me to follow but I did not consider the possibility of

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-58191803371164570432009-04-16T19:29:00.004+08:002009-04-16T20:31:08.518+08:00

On Tuesday before my first paper, I was honestly freaking out. I knew I wasn't prepared for it and there wasn't any more time to do damage control. That's when I thought of one of my favourite psalms or actually my favourite bible quote.Thy word is lamp unto my feet,And a light onto my path-Psalms 119:105Now. I don't normally like to preach on my blog cuz I feel that religion is personal opinion

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-44571936797017916062009-04-09T11:54:00.002+08:002009-04-09T12:00:53.228+08:00

OMG. That's it. 5 days before my first paper. Crap!Btw. For all maths students out there. http://www.youtube.com/user/patrickJMTThis guy is saving my ass for my MAS papers. Who says youtube is only good for a laugh.

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-526789173885525412009-03-28T03:37:00.002+08:002009-03-28T03:48:10.270+08:00

Haven't been sleeping too well past couple of days. And all I do is just look up at the ceiling and just zone out. It's wierdly ironic. Cuz sometimes I'd just day-dream while lying there. But it's night so I shouldn't call it daydreaming really. But it's not regular dreaming-while-you-sleep dreaming. And calling it night-dreaming sounds stupid cuz the night just seems redundant. Hrmm.You know in

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-48086461423736867122009-03-24T01:00:00.002+08:002009-03-24T02:42:10.607+08:00

I think a major problem that I have is that I assume that a problem if ignored for long enough will solve itself. Obviously, that's not entirely true. If left on its own, a problem will generally not bother you until one day when it decides to come back and bite you in your big fat ass.School is exactly like that. With all the stuff that was going on earlier this sem, I decided that school was

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-55977976194375818402009-03-13T04:12:00.003+08:002009-03-13T15:13:58.052+08:00

I've come to realise that there are three types of people in general in school. Those that are studying cuz they believe in what they are studying and that is all part of their life plans, those that able to study for the sake of study even though they don't know if that's what they'll be spending their whole lives doing, and those that are like me, who are not sure where they want to be ten

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-39481596579930732532009-03-03T22:01:00.002+08:002009-03-03T22:35:39.895+08:00

"If it's not happy, it's not the ending."- excerpt from Sleepless Town: the MusicalNo. That's not the sound I make when I sneeze. And no, I did not make that word up.Kakorrhaphiophobia is actually the fear of rejection/failure and I think to some extent all of us suffer from it. Some more than others and some with more drastic symptoms than others.I think that the main problem I have in life is

bONGnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286766.post-20632637309181996832009-02-28T00:13:00.002+08:002009-03-03T22:37:42.684+08:00

Excerpt from Mistaken; the MusicalI would tell her everyday just what she means to me.And count the ways that I love her. Live and breathe her. Listen to her. Speak to her. Make her smile because her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. I would tell her every night that I couldn’t live without her while she falls asleep in my arms.

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