Vintage Bin: December 2005


Vintage Bin

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A salad of Nostalgia, Thankfulness, Regrets and all other emotions.

Saturday, December 31, 2005
This's the last entry of 2005. it's been quite a journey for me since the start of the year. I've got a feeling this's gonna be the longest blog entry for this year.

Some flashbacks:

  • VJ 01 was havoc-ky. Adapted snug and fit into VJ except the intellectual part perhaps. I guess I really saw for myself the meaning of [there's always someone better.the best's yet to be seen.]
  • Getting into the act. 05S64 and its bonding missions. The different characters in the s64 storyline. there's the fun, the corny, the emotional, the serious, the homework dasher, the slacker, the quiet, the silent panthers, the rebellious(maybe not so much), the pon king queen prince princess and the list goes on. (and of course there're those with belonging to more than one category hah.)
  • CCA hunting. Got addicted to kayak. And a tinge of horticulture. Time management was a mess but everything just seems to fall in place. Probably that's because the academic assessments haven't arrived then.
  • Teaching system. New lecture-and-tutorial system.
  • Got to really see for myself teachers of ALL standards. Shan't glorified them on my blog. Lest they get arrogant and proud. To teachers who felt they had played their roles well and good, 2005 wouldn't have been the same without you. There's always room for improvements. For students as well.
  • JAE was another mess-maker. Ppl left and ppl came. To those who left, they took with them fun memories. to those who came, they anticipated the fun they gonna get. To those who stayed, they more or less know the ways of mischief at their fingertips. s64-ians who left, you're always part of us. During the 1st 3 mths, it has really been a pleasure for me to know you. Ivan (the big one), Zhuang Yi (the one), Yumin (the dialecty one), Jeslyn (the pro one). Jon Sam who came and left (the techie one). =)
  • School life probably got into a series of ups and downs and also a period of plateau when it got seemingly routine. Gossips often spice up the ups. Disappointment often intensified the downs.
  • The late night muggings in VJ for mid year as well as promos. The academic stayover with Chen Ting.
  • Along came PW. Got to work with the 183 musicband. Wont say PW is exactly redundant anymore. But I wouldnt say it's very useful. Just feel that it is something that's etched in my memory. Disruptions who I have posed due to my schedule for kayak trainings, I apologised. You ppl was a happy lot despite frustrations coming from the aimless directives.
  • OCIP then came and rocked my life. And really rocked 2 weeks of my lives. though there was still some fun in all that preparation. Some kind of orientation. Some kind of CIP. Some kind of group work. Some kind of cultural exchange. Some kind of talent discovery. Some kind of getaway from the Singaporean routine life.
  • Of course, the aftermath of OCIP also gave me something bad. with a wrist that's recovering now. which'll probably lead to a sequel of events which are about to happen. No PE, No kayak, No leisure gym. No handstand. Nonetheless, I'll try my best to tackle things as they come along.

Yesterdays ocip bbq was not bad. A tinge of craziness and pure mischief amidst the fireless smoke and the bladder suppression. Probably that was the last time we gonna gather as a ocippers gang. unless unless and unless some time in the future one of us would blow the nostalgic horn for gathering hah.

yes there were regrets for 2005 for not doing this and that. And regrets for having done that and this. But I feel that I've gotta cast aside them in order to welcome 2006 into my life though I'm not looking forward to things like the NS medical check-up (looking at my wrist now; I really don't wanna join the clark league). Probably everyone of us would have to do that. Life's all about making decisions. The game of life.

And before I conclude my last 2005 blog entry, I would like to say my new year resolution. And that's to give my best for 2006 in whatever I do. everything. esp to cherish everyone all around me.

I wish for all my loved ones to be safe and happy. =D

everyone, as long as they're still living, they're constantly learning how to love and care.

Jollification ending. Procrastination still persisting.

Monday, December 26, 2005
Well. the title says it all. all that I'm encountering.

Bless you ppl out there with a wonderful conclusion to this year. and dont stop your countdown =D.

my entries are getting shorter. I dont know when it will eventually diminish. and I dont know when there'll be some joker out there that will interest/inspire me to fuel my entries with greater worth.

They say that quantity isnt all that counts; it's quality. haha.

Merry X'mas. probably santa's favourite time of year.

Saturday, December 24, 2005
Hey this's interesting. Merry Christmas in all languages, ok in most languages. It's not exhaustive.Link

Dis is the jolly season. To non-christians, it's more like a thanksgiving day. =D

Of stitches and plates.

Monday, December 19, 2005
now let me tell you a little secret. can i haha. the Dean of SMU school of accountancy also play DotA lol. so hip. and he can lame very well. like a grown up ivan haha. no offence. and he made fun of my email address which i had it since p3.

ok the above para sounds so kiddy. no idea what's gotten into my head today.

Den after that nth much. walk ard bras basah. attempted to shop. but to no avail. got blocked by an ang moh couple making out outside Raffles Hotel. furiously.

Oh on the way back i was so enticed by the sight of macs (haven eat any fast food since i went for cambodia. wait to be exact it's like 2 months i haven touch any fast food.) and this wack baby actually crawled under the table without his mom knowing and he untied one of my shoe lace. by chance. that family really has a band of brothers. that baby has 4 other brothers.

Saw some guy wearing the AC kayak vest. and i looked at my hand again. and sighed.

Holidays are ending and I have left so much stuff undone. i'm looking forward to retirement haha.

D600c looks so chio. the weather is quite good today. my sore throat is bugging me. I suddenly remembered the filet-o-fish i ate just now had a Mopiko smell on it. And I'm disgusted. Either the fisherman applied too much Mopiko that some has gotten onto his bait. or the Mac guy was using it on some parts of his body, leaving his hand unwashed.


This is getting so random. Well, welcome to my life. I am Bin, the paladin of randomness.

Rain. Simply beautiful. Side effect: Soporific; Beware.

Saturday, December 17, 2005
I simply love the rain. All types of rain. Be it the light drizzle, the gentle shower, heavy downpour (not when I'm having outdoor activities of course.) The rain makes me feel refreshed and peaceful. I guess this is one of the psychological powers of Nature.

Reluctance grips my mind, preventing my body from working my lazy fingers to type a blog post. But a moment ago, it started raining and gave me an inspiration. make me feel like penning sth down. This inspiration came partly because of a weird dream I had this morning (I've been getting weird dreams lately. No nightmare so far thankfully).

My abstract dream: I was walking down this particular street. Decorated with a modern taste in it. And the next moment, I'm walking in this forested area for no reason. There was nobody at all, just lush greenery (ok bushes -.-) to accompany me. It was around evening I think (dont really have the slightest impression of what time was it then but my gut feeling tells me it's evening. oh well.) And the strange thing was that I wasnt in a hurry to get out of this weird place. On the contrary, I was taking my own sweet time, not even caring whether I'll get lost or not. The next thing that I know happened was Narin appeared out of nowhere and walked alongside me. Narin was one of the translator for our ocip. He was just this typical guy around his 30s. small build. dark complexion. I didnt say hi to him and neither did he. I dont know why. Next, he started saying he likes rainbow (well who dont? most ppl fall in love with rainbows at first sight.) And I suppose he was speaking to me cos' there are no one else around. And nothing happened. we just carried on walking until he opened his mouth again. "You want rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain." (put up with the rain? well, he doesnt know I love the rain as well.) then, it started drizzling lightly. strange. it seems like my dream took place in the movie Bruce Almighty. And the next thing which I know happened was....

my alarm clock rang. time to go to the polyclinic to change the dressing.

As I recall the dream, I realised I came across the words before. "You want rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain." Somewhere. But I cannot recall. So I went to google it. True enough, it was a quote by some guy. I knew i came across it before. Just somewhere. And I didnt know Narin was so well learned. From what I know, he's a man of few words.

Courtesy to spinnee, I found this. Beautiful huh?

How true is that. You want the rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain. I dont know if I want the dreams to stop. Now that I found meaning in it.

Mental repast? oh no. I'm so messed up.

Inured to the Painfully Slow SGH

Thursday, December 15, 2005
Well today's been quite a day for me. Cuz I spent a freaking 4 hours just to listen to a sentence of a surgeon/doctor/whatever. N it was a short sentence. Shorter than the phrases they use in Sesame Street.

but the physio therapist was friendly. =D Ms Therma.

N suddenly, I feel that time is passing quite slow. Least when you want it to be fast, the time quickens again. Time is such a strange thing huh. Complex. Stranger.

Hold it Stranger.

Death is a beauty; For it celebrates the ending of a great existence come to pass.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005
It was just like yesterday when I heard the banking legend Mr Tan Chin Tuan passed away. He's no doubt one of my idols. A Banking pioneer. And onli recently one of the world greatest soccer heroes George Best also also passed away. And it's a great loss to us. Nonetheless, your contributions will be remembered. Forever.

And this is a link to the video tribute to George Best, one of the world greatest soccer heroes.

As said by a fellow blogger, death defines mortality, and therein lies its beauty. the marked acknowledgement of the transcience of life so that we may play our roles in life to the best we can and savour every moment on the stage of life.

On the behalf of the bloggers n everyone else in the world, I salute you, our 2 heroes. You're our champions. Champions indeed.

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Today most probably i gonna work my ass off alittle harder. Hmm just another boring day. But remember cherish every second of your life ppl. =D. N u know, I'm missing u ppl.

Somehow or rather I just feel that something is amiss today. Weird.

Time to plough.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005
I guess it's really time for me to stop procrastinating and start some useful work. Now that my right hand fingers are more flexible, i can visualise an imagery of me using it to pluck guitar strings haha.

Although I really want to share the wonderful experience of the ocippers, I guess I'm too lazy to write sth about it haha. as yet. unless an inspiration pops out of somewhere. these days, i've been feebly attempting to brush off some luck with poetry for the fun of it.

Ay, i really think i should start ploughing the fields now. if not i'll not be in time for a bountiful harvest.

Maybe somedae I'll pay a visit to the Little Prince at his B142 planet. Somedae Sometime Somehow.

The acrid smell of reality has abated...

Saturday, December 10, 2005
Yes, the acrid smell of reality has abated. Thanks to all those who have shown concern and love for me over the past few days. U all made it so easy for me to find reassurance and courage amidst this entangling mess. The ocippers, kayakers, sec sch buddies, victorian brothers n sisters, 64 bruddas n sistas, relatives, mom, dad and well wishes that travelled frm uk us china. Thank you so much. And I mean it; I don't know what else to say.

Putting aside the bizarre aberrations in my behaviour, I hope I've not scare anyone of you who had the luck to see the fallen bin.

Oh and I just found my 3/4 finished angel-mortal letter to my mortal which I neva had the chance to finish on that fateful day in cambodia as I tread my way to fulfill my ?! destiny, I suppose. Suddenly, I can recall the song played by Mr Shi for his loyal audience(me =O) just moments after I stepped out of the guys' dorm after attempting that 3/4 done letter... Stand by Me was so alluring then. and it's more enticing now. It's like an anodyne.

and it's even more alluring now with me singing it haha.

fucking fuckstrated.

Thursday, December 08, 2005
i'm so confused what 2 do now. but i do know that i'll hafta conc. on treatment to heal asap which is like 3 months. hope physio can really heal my hand. and of cuz my heart.

when i heard that my hand will have difficulty moving frm wrist up. i felt so hurt or rather worried. that comment really sucked away my soul, my life and i instantly began to feel that i must be the most unlucky man on earth. of course i know there r ppl out there with worse cases. but i cant help but feeling sorry for myself.

seriously, i feel that my heartache is much much greater than the pain my right hand is giving me now. i know i'll definitely be mentally stronger after overcoming this ordeal but i'm desperately inconfident whether in the first place i'll ever survive this.

i'm quite tired of putting on a cheerful front in front of others. i'm very worried thaat they might get a shock of theirlives seeing a totally different me.

i'm getting dizzy jus by thinking about kayak (or rather a new cca), looking at the gargantuan volume of work waiting for me to complete them, thinking of next yr march conditionl maths s assessment. can i heal fast enough? argh. i know no one can answer thaat question. except mr future.

thinking of the ocippers' fun and the many other frens who have showered with me with concern and motivation, i do feel a sense of euphemism amidst this huge mess. and once again, i miss you, all of you.

ocip. i thank u.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005
now that i fractured my loyal right hand, it's a very tedious task for me to blog. but nonetheless, i shall persevere cuz ocip simply leave me sitting at the edge of the chair with too much enthusiasm waiting to be released.

ocip, i thank u. for i had fun and befriended brothers and sistas from all over the world. blood sweat TEARS joy love passion. simply too much to be said. it's a million times better than o1 vj.

close brothers i'll neva forget u.

I found a new focus, a new motivation, a new meaning to life. seriously. when i'm serious, i'm serious. =P.

At the airport, parents talked about me as if i was a glorious hero who came back with the utmost honour. big caster on arm. bandage on leg. bandage on foot. bruises and pus-sy bites. I almost le my tears flow again at the arrival hall upon knowing how much ppl care about me. just like that fateful night when i totally exhausted my tear ducts in front of the ocip gang and the 87 kids. thanks to a crying sister which activated my tear ducts and in turned caused everyone else to cry too. sparkled chain reaction.

i shant speak of the secrets we shared and the ultimate newly founded sub-motivation. but all i can say that life in sg is so routine to an extent that it's so sucky. ppl @ 3rd world countries can be miuch better off living with a slower pace of life. so peaceful although poverty and hunger sting them. maybe i shall blogged abit about wad happened each day in the near future. i m so glad i'm part of the ocip gang. thanks ppl for the wonderful experience. Well DONE (pun intended). oh and can i have mor tee please?

Sports and Games was, phew, a sucess i supposed. The ocippers succeeded in colouring theirs and others' lives.