04A1A- the best class in school

it's been a long time coming, and sweet, sweet oh so sweet it is! 04A1A is the best class in school!! not just in the arts fac, but also in the science fac as well!!! whoohoo!!! ok i'm just really fiercely class nationalistic and i love my class a lot so yea don't interpret this as a show off or unnecessary pride. so well done guys! well done Raymond, Kelvin, Alvyn, Wei Kee, Norman, Daniel, Karen, Emily, Angela, Si Min and Michelle! yay yay. but this does not mean that we mug all day, like mich and angela and norman do. 04A1A- best class in school.

the sixth sense

this was not the first time it happened, however, it was the first time in a long, long while. i don't wanna sound ridiculous or proud or anything, but i do believe i am blessed with the gift of a function of the sexth sense. not totally encompassing the whole sense, though, merely a fraction of it. it is most pronounced during and immediately after my sleep. see, whenever i wake up in the middle of the night or in fact anytime, i know that something is about to happen. the preface for this is that i must wake up at a time unnaturally, not those wake up going to school times or saturday 10am times. when i wake, i know something is about to take place. for example, today, i accidentally went to sleep at 5.00pm, but then woke up close to 7pm, and immediately, one minute after i had awoke, Jin Ting called me to ask about some lit questions.
yea i know now you all must be laughing your heads off, but it's very real to me. one particular incident i can explicitly remember. it happened last year during december. i went to sleep as normal at night. then i woke up at 3am, not sure why i did. then my phone rang. seriously, who calls at that time? so it turned out to be my friends who were at a chalet and were bored and they thought they had successful woke me up. but the fact was, i had already woken up. already anticipating and knowing something would happen at a closed part of my brain.
this also happens frequently with mark. when i get home at around 7 plus, it usually means i'm dead tired and when i touch the bed, i sleep instantly. then i would wake up at 11, followed by mark's call. this has not only happened once. it happens with smses also.
it also happens when i close my door and go to sleep in the afternoon. when i wake up, i know something is about to happen and a little later, my mom or dad will come into my room. yea, i know you all think it's trivial, but yea, as i said it's read to me.

so impossible- dedicated to you

So she says
"Everyone's going to the party,
won't you come if I come
with a friend for your friend?
I'd be so pleased to see you
out of the classroom wearing the smile that I'll bring you.
I was hoping to learn a few things like..
Do you do you like dishing the dirt
on the whole class or
talking the big smack or
playing the fool or
wearing all of the latest fashions
or bucking the new trends
wearing your old threads or
if you like coffee in the evening
These are a few things that I'd like to know
that I'd like to know"

So I say...
"I've been scheduled to work but I'll call in
and my friend isn't busy
he'd be happy to join me
and maybe my friend
and your friend
will hit it off or maybe we will?"

I'm dying to know
do you do you like dreaming of things
so impossible or only the practical
or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
just to end them with
someone you care about
and do you like making out
and long drives and brown eyes
and guys that just
don't quite fit in
yeah do you like them
So yes, I'll see you there.

slowdance on the inside

Passed out in our school clothes so we'd wake up in our Sunday's best
I never asked for your opinion, I just got it and I get it
You move slow like daytime drama
And I'm boring like his songs
So while I'm taking you for granted
We'll be humming along

Well cross my heart and hope to...
I'm lying just to keep you here
So reckless (so reckless), so,
So thoughtless (so thoughtless)
So careless, I could care less

Well cross my heart and hope to...
I'm lying just to keep you here
(So reckless)
Well she's so heartless,
And I could care less

So paint your face up something elegant
And this town maybe a darker shade of red
Cause a long night means a fist fight
Against your pillow and my pearly whites
I want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees
So let us pray
(we don't believe in second chances)
So let us pray

Don't you ask me
Don't you move (anywhere)

Cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
So reckless (so reckless), so,
So thoughtless (so thoughtless)
So careless, I could care less

Well Cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
(So reckless)
Well she's so heartless
And I could care less

Well cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
I'll keep you here, I'll keep you here

One of us never did it but we're taking it all. (Well cross my heart and hope to)
And tell me why you never promised that you wanted it all. (I'm lying just to keep you here)
And her eyes never batted when she said it
It's a long night, open, know it...

This glass house is burning down (open all night, know it...)
You light the match, I'll stick around (open all night, know it...)
I'll give you everything you want (open all night, know it...)
And wish the worst of what I was (open all night, know it...)

This glass house is burning down (open all night, know it...)
You light the match, I'll stick around (open all night, know it...)
I'll give you everything you want (open all night, know it...)
And wish the worst of what I was (open all night, know it...)

Tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Well tonight won't make a difference
Well tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Tonight won't make a difference
Well tonight won't make a difference

bored sunday afternoon

you know, i was reading my mid year lit papers again, as in my essay answers, and i found myself constantly asking...erm..myself: who in the world wrote these essays?!??! for a brief(about 0.0001 sec) period of time, i thought i was reading norman's history essay, yes different subject, same "i have no idea what you're talking about but apparently it makes sense and answers the question". so i was reading, and as i began to type the essays out, i challenged myself to think of how specific sentences would follow. ladies and gentlemen, i failed miserably. it's like during the exam period in the exam hall, i was a totally different person, with a totally different mind. maybe we all are like that, under exam conditions, which would explain why nobody remembers anything they wrote for their essays. either that or they refuse to share with me their supreme brilliance, like Alvyn in Source based questions. haha.
in other irrelevant news, i'm getting just a bit tired of this skin, though i still like it very much. i don't think i'll change it though. ok you guys have just spent some time reading a redundant paragragh. congrats.
raymond and kelvin want to watch Herbie:fully loaded. this is an attempt to publicly humiliate them .haha. ok no hard feelings.
went to borrow 'spanglish', 'constantine' and 'sixth sense' just now. ciao.

new tagboard

ok the last tagboard sucked so i'm changing it again. ok yay.

for sixes and sevens

i once went into this magnificent libarary to borrow books. i had been prior told that this library contained a wealth of literature and history books. imagine my delight and excitement when i heard that. i just had to go, i just had to see. humbly, i pushed the gold handled doors open, and immediately picked out the scent of old books, each with their own story to tell, each with their own familiarity. i was comforted, as if i had returned home, reached under my bed and pulled my blanket till it covered my whole body. no one could hurt me, no one could laugh at me. i was secure, i was safe, i was untouchable.
like a child in a candy store, i gazed wonderously upon the rows and rows of books, each dusty to its personality, inviting me gently to caress their gentle covers. the decor of the place was brilliant, nothing i had ever seen or expected from a library. Gold, bright shimmering gold covered most of the walls and the celings. the floor was of a dark rosewood, which creaked musically ever time i trodded gently on its path. i was so afraid of touching anything other than the books, for the fear of scratching or spoiling the masterpiece.
i was not disappointed at the array of literature and history books i found there.

as i left the library with a solitude and loneliness within me, i realised that the whole journey was not about the decor, or the gold, or even the books.

what mattered, was that i went.

the hours

"Dear Leonard, To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always... the hours... "


tis a quote by the character of Virginia Woofe in "THE HOURS". i really like it a lot.

all hope abandon, ye who enter here

why do we fall? so we can learn to pick ourselves up.
this line has repeated itself in my mind for the past day, ever since i heard the wonderful news about my executioner, PC drama. i see him at he doorway now, just anticipating sunlight to fall gently upon the locks of the wooden door, which will then swiftly set off a set of contraptions that will unlock all hell. with his shining axe, my eyes will squint from. my eyes tear, and they tear will emotion. pain with every teardrop that cascades down my face and leaves a trail of blood.
you may think you know what i'm talking about. but you don't. for lit is only the door. and something else represents my death.

hmm

you know an interesting trend is that in all these robot and clone movies, the turn of events always comes when the clone or robot becomes to clever, or too emotional, or too human-like. that is, human. so then we ask ourselves if the thing we fear most is actually, ourselves.

London 2012

alright everyone! the word is in. London has won the bidding!!
i must say that i expect Paris over London to win but i'm not exactly sad that the latter got it. in fact, i'm quite delighted!! haha, London is like my second home from Singapore. haha, ok.
one of the commentaries on channel news asia was quite interesting. it said that the last time a battle between the english and the french was so clearly drawn was during the battle of Traflagar, during Napolean's era. now it's between Blair and Chirac. haha i would really like to be there when the 2 meet for the g8 meeting. i think when both of them meet it would be hilarious.
good stuff man London, this gives me a reason to go back there for the 5th time. whoohoo!

number five with a bullet

It seems that since youung, i've been taught to face my problems head on, to fight bravely and to victoriously conquer them.
"come on shane, this is all part and parcel of learning" or " come on shane, to learn to ride the bicycle, you have to fall first," are stuff my parents will usually tell me.
and i have, believe me, i have done my upmost to tackle my problems head on, to look at them straight in the eye and demand them to go away.

now, for once, please, please let me run, just let me run away. let me run freely till i can feel my legs no more. and then let a miracle appear, a solution presenting itself right in front of me. unbelievable, you say.

well, i wouldn't blame you. all of us were brought up to think like that.

everyone seems to be forgetting someone, and it just so happens that it all coressponds to one person- shane koh. sometimes, no, actually all the time, i show my concern for people subtly and quietly, more like a backstage crew kind of guy. then why should i now wallow in self pity since i have chosen this path.

i do confess that i was really hurt and dejected when during council camp, the elects could name all the guy councillors except for one, take note, only ONE guy whom they failed to recall- me. in an elect's e-mail, she refered to me as "shane mdm", the only flaw in her otherwise perfect ode to the councillors. well, i guess i'm just me. me. me. it seems impossible to contain more than one word in that sentence. me. no matter how hard i try. me. come on shane, you can. me. did i complain to anyone? no. all i did was just make a joke out of it. me.

now i hear this new piece of news. ever had this toy which you could share all your fears and hopes with, whom you could talk to whenever your parents scolded you and in turn, hoped that he could take you to his fantasy world and make all your sorrows go away? your only solace. and what if somewhat took it away. what would you do? yea..