P.S

Oh yeah, forgot to do a couple of shout outs

Nic - what happened? *wail* How come we forgot to arrange a drinking session this hols? Seeing as how YOU were responsible for calling the others like Deniz and Phil out and all I was responsible for was turning up, I would say that its all your fault. nyah nyah nyah.

Lets do it during term time. I'm hardly a model student anyway.

Linda Chia - omfg. Advice from the blogging goddess. I'm not worthy, i'm not worthy.

Siva - Miss XX is NOT a blogging goddess. See above.

SuPhing - have a happy new year with *gallant. chuckle. btw can i have a new code name for 2006? I mean, i read your blog and you have cool code names for everyone. (i.e *gallant, *cheeky, *sheercrazyme and *Dilettante.) Me? I get the lame *kenn. Please do something about it. *incrediblycharmingandohsosuavekenn would do fine. And no, sweetie. I would never think of you as boring. How many magazines are you the editor for again?

Jess - tsk tsk. Got boyfriend also must come out to play mj, you know? can't just leave us in the lurch. btw saw you and your guy at Dover market. you were draped all over him and giggling away. you wily minx.

That's all people! See you all in 2006. unless i come in on NYE.

xoxo
me

Buh Bye 2005

So Santa Claus DID give me a thunderstorm, but frankly, it came a bit too early. Was kinda hoping that the rain would seriously dampen everyone's ardour that night. However it didn't.

Hey, here's a bit of trivia for you - didja know that the largest percentage of girls lose their virginity on Christmas Day? (To be precise, its the wee hours of Christmas Day, after the Christmas Eve Countdown parties.) Did you guys know that? I most certainly didn't. I would have thought that it would be Valentine's Day or something, but nope - its Christmas. I don't think Catholics have the energy to procreate AFTER midnight mass (that thing is PAINFUL! all that kneeling and standing and kneeling and standing.... a word of advice to those who intend to go for midnight mass next year - THERE IS NO DRESS CODE. there is no official rule that states that you have to go there in a nicely pressed shirt tucked into a nice pair of pants with your hair neatly combed. Just go in a comfy t shirt and berms. Why? Because after all that kneeling and standing, your shirt comes out anyway and your pants start to get dirty and crumpled. As for the hair, after all that, you just wanna tear it all out, strand by strand. So why waste the effort combing in the first place?) Anyway, back to the sex. Since the Catholics are too tired and their knees too weak after midnight mass to fuck, then I can only assume that its the drunken girls who get stuffed in their moment of weakness. Which brings me back to Xmas Eve 2005. We drove by M.S on our way to supper (where Keith swears he saw a lesbian couple making out in the back alley. kinky) and I saw loads of girls passed out along the road, lying in their vomits and looking utterly.... sexy i guess. Wonder how many of them got stuffed that night?

I didn't go for midnight mass this year anyway. I went for Christmas Day Service at OLPS over at Siglap. Not because I was suddenly devout, but because I prayed to God just before a particularly difficult paper and promised Him that if i passed it, i would go back to church. Nice church, nice people who drive nice cars go there. I sat in the lap of luxury all day as the Chans gave me the chance to see how the rich celebrate Christmas. Travelled to and fro all day in a MINI COOPER CABRIOLET - with the top down no less. Went to church in it, went out for dinner in it and went for drinks in it. Amazing. Its funny how when you're sitting in a nice car, even the music that comes from the radio seems so much cooler. Or that could just be due to the speakers on the doors.


I still remember what Jan's mum said to me over dinner (at Laguna country club).
"You like the Mini Cabrio?"
"uh huh. very nice."
"Then you must study hard so that you can get a good job and afford one."

orgh.

So. Its gonna be 2006 in a couple of days. This is the period when people come up with their list of new year resolutions and i look forward to reading yours. So hey, to all my friends, you guys better make a list no matter how silly and then put it up so that I can be impressed with your lives and how organized you guys really are.

Here's mine:

My very proud 2006 resolutions!
1) For fuck's sake, GRADUATE.
2) For fuck's sake, FINISH LEARNING BLOODY JAP. its embarrassing when your relatives can speak jap and you can't.
3) For fuck's sake, FINISH THE BLOODY DRIVING LESSONS. (I just realised that my last lesson was waaaaay back in March last year. I somehow stopped.)
4) Be proudly debt free by Dec.
5) Move out by next year and stop living with my parents.
6) Earn my first $10000. I know i've earned more than that over the years of working. But i've never actually SEEN 5 digits in my savings account before. Would be a major thrill. Then I can go down to the bank, withdraw all my money in 5 cent coins and then go home, swim in a pool of 200000 5 cent coins. What a thrill.

Have a happy new year people.

xoxo
kenn

Lonely Christmas

誰又騎著那鹿車飛過　忘掉投下那禮物給我
凝視那燈飾　只有今晚最光最亮　卻照亮我的寂寞
誰又能善心親一親我　由唇上來驗證我幸福過
頭上那飄雪　想要棲息我肩膊上　到最後也別去麼

Merry, Merry Christmas
Lonely, Lonely Christmas
人浪中想真心告白　但妳只想聽聽笑話
Lonely, Lonely Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas
明日燈飾必須拆下　換到歡呼聲不過一剎

明晨遇到　亦記不到和誰在醉酒中偷偷擁抱
仍然在傻笑　但妳哪知道我想哭
和誰撞到　亦怕’生保’　寧願在醉酒中辛苦嘔吐
                                 - Eason Chan
仍然在頭痛　合唱的詩歌聽不到

Dear Santa

"Dear Mr Claus,
wow! Has it really been another year already? Where did 2005 go?

Well, its Christmas again and everyone's happy. Almost everyone at least - you should be pretty pissed cause while everyone is out there tonight partying, you're out working like mad. And to add insult to injury, they even set a deadline for you and countdown happily to it while you try to deliver just that one more present before time runs out. Oh well, at least the traffic up won't be too bad. I don't think many people will be flying tonight, so you have a pretty free reign of the skies.

I'm from Singapore, Mr Claus. You may not have heard of us, but we celebrate Christmas here too. About 5% of the citizens here tonight will be at their respective churches for midnight mass. These are the people who try to practise the 'real meaning of Christmas' - in other words, you can forget about bringing them any gifts at all cause they don't buy into the entire commercialisation of Christmas. The other 90% of the citizens will be out partying at their respective Christmas Countdown parties and generally enjoying their long weekend. The remaining 5% will be like you - working. These people include the crew for the parties that the ther 90% go for. Oh - and me.

Santa, I've been a really good boy this year. I havn't made fun of people as much this year and I didn't even come up with my customary Christmas list this year. (Actually, I havn't come up with it because even though I've done the list for several years, I've never gotten anything from them. So I've decided to hold off coming up with a list until I befriend a couple more rich kids.) So instead of asking for Christmas gifts this year, could I ask for a Christmas miracle instead please?

To reward me for being a good boy, could you please make sure that there is a HUGE thunderstorm tonight? You see, if there is a huge thunderstorm, all those people at the outdoor parties like the one at Sentosa would be stuck in the downpour. These parties are generally crowded too, so they won't be able to leave the area without much difficulty, so they're gonna be cold, wet and miserable. AND if the thunderstorm is big enough, then there is a chance that there might be an island wide blackout when the power lines are hit by lightning. Then, those people who are enjoying their parties indoor at the clubs and pubs won't be able to enjoy their parties too.

Mr Claus, I guess you must have figured already that having to work and being unable to celebrate, I want the whole of Singapore to suffer together with me. If I can't be happy, then everyone else must be miserable too.

Thank you so much Mr Claus. Send my love to Mrs Claus.
Lotsa Love,
Kenn

PS I realise that the request of mine is really mean and therefore qualifies me to be a bad boy - but if you think about it carefully, I've actually been a good boy for an entire year. You can place this on my tab for next year. I don't really care if I get coal in my stockings for next year.

Help

Can someone please teach me how to blog in mandarin on blogspot?
I know half the world is doing it, so somebody has to know. Nic?
I could ask the cowboy barflies, but there's no reason why I should let them think I'm an idiot.
That's something they should find out by themselves

Well rested

I've been trying to regulate my body clock back to that of a normal person's (i.e sleeping when the rest of singapore is asleep and waking up when CNA is showing on Channel 5 instead of the other way round), so I've been falling asleep pretty early these days. The fact that most of my friends are working and schooling, leaving me with pretty much no life, help too.

Slept early again last night and woke up at 7 am, pleasantly well-rested. Had a really vivid dream which brought a smile to my lips. In my dream, I was walking by this small little 2nd hand car show room near Commonwealth after lunch with Jan. Came across this pretty old 2 seater car which was surprisingly roomy. The bigger surprise was the price tag attached to it - only $360 a month. What brought a smile to my face was how much I wanted that car in my dream. I remember kneeling down, scrutinising the car from every single angle, asking Heyi down to check out the engine and other parts for me, making plans to paint the old streptonic sports coupe a fiery red in JB. I remember in the dream, I ran home immediately to make a bargain with my mum - that if I managed to graduate, she should put a downpayment on that particular car as a graduation gift in return for me never once receiving a reward of any sort for doing well in school. I remember clearly how my friends' parents promised them rewards like "I'll give you $200 for each A you score in the O Levels" (ST), "I'll reward you with $100 with each A you score" (JT) and "If you do well in your O levels, I'll take you to Europe for a holiday" (JC) [I've included their initials behind their respective rewards to prove that I wasn't kidding]. Me? After I came home with my results (Hey mum, 6 points. I've been awarded a scholarship to RJC) and told her that I was going out with my friends to celebrate by having dinner before hitting the clubs, she went "Ok. Here's some money for you to spend". And passed me $50.

But that dream brought such a smile to my face because it felt so real. I can still smell the leather of the seats, remember thinking that I needed to change the stereo set in the car, even smell the air freshener that the previous owner had left in it.

Speaking of enjoying the little pleasures in life, I've started listening to the radio again. I'm now pleasantly surprised to realise that songs I once loved have now been relegated to Gold 90.5 FM and that they're being played non stop come late nights. The songs being played certainly brough a smile to my lips ("When I was young, I listened to the radio, waiting for my favourite songs. When they played, I'd sing along - they made me smile") as I recalled with great fondness where I was the first time I'd ever heard the song being played. There is something awfully comfortable about sitting in Jan's car late at night, going down the AYE with little traffic, with the cool air conditioning blowing in your face and listening to these old favourites play softly in the background. To my friends, I honestly want the best for you too and hope that someday, you too can experience the pure tranquility of listening to a song that just speaks out to you while the the passing lights cast soft shadows on your face as you inhale that sweet, sweet taste of cigarette smoke, all mixed up with the cool wind on your face. Sometimes, the best things in life are truly free.

Love can't you see i'm alone
Can't you give this fool a chance
A little love is all i ask - a little kindness
In the night
Please don't leave me behind
No - don't tell me love is blind
A little love is all i ask and that is all

Oh love i've been searching so long
I've been searching high'n'low
A little love is all i ask - a little sadness
When you're gone
Maybe you need a friend
Only please don't let's pretend
A little love is all i ask and that is all

I wanna spread my wings - but i just can't fly
As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by

Ocean deep - i'm so afraid to show my feelings
I have sailed a million ceilings - in my -
Solitary room
Ocean deep - will i ever find a lover
Maybe she has found another
And as i cry myself to sleep
I know this love of mine i'll keep - ocean deep

Love can't you hear when i call
Can't you hear a word i say
A little love is all i ask
A little feeling when we touch
Why am i still alone?
I've got a heart without a home
A little love is all i ask - and that is all

I wanna spread my wings - but i just can't fly
As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by

Ocean deep - i'm so afraid to show my feelings
I have sailed a million ceilings - in my -
Solitary room
Ocean deep - will i ever find a lover
Maybe she has found another
And as i cry myself to sleep
I know this love of mine i'll keep - ocean deep

I'm so lonely lonely lonely...
Maybe..
- Ocean Deep, Cliff Richard

Meme

Actually, I hate receiving meme batons. As a rule of thumb, its almost irritating because people tend to either (a) try to sound extremely witty and fail or (b) try to act all blase about it. And fail.

However, its been ages since I've done one of these, so I'll do one now and pass it on. So please don't let it boomerang back to me k


Ever been so drunk you blacked out?
x Yeah once. Christmas party 2001. The hangover the next day was bloody brilliant.

Put a body part on fire for amusement?
x Only the hands during the lighter trick. ALTHOUGH recently, during my logic paper, the girl in front of me had the longest hair ever and i remember thinking that i wanted to burn it coz it kept falling on my table.

Kept a secret from everyone?
x Oh all the time. I was actually born a girl.

Wanted to hook up with a friend?
x erm... pass. My girlfriend reads my blog.

Been on stage?
x Too many times to count, including public canings when I was younger.
---------------Favourites------------------

Shampoo?
x Head and Shoulders.

Soap?
x erm Lux I think.

Colour?
x Black

Day/Night?
x Night

Fave Food?
x Janice's cooking. Better than most restaurants, easily.

----------RIGHT NOW----------

Wearing?
x NUS t shirt and adidas shorts. (Bet you wanted to me to say my birthday suit right, you naughty people)

Eating?
x Nothing

Drinking?
x Nothing

Thinking about?
x How gambling sucks. When money isn't involved, you can easily pick winner after winner after winner.

Listening to?
x BBC radio Newcastle

----------THE LAST 24 Hrs-----------

Last night?
x Hung out at Heyi's place till 1 before going back to play Romance of Three Kingdoms 3. classic.

Cleaned your room?
x Not for the last couple of months. The ENV people are gonna have a field day

Ok
now that I've done it, I'm supposed to pass the baton on to 5 people. I'm sorry guys, but since I've done it, misery loves company.

So after much thought, I've decided to pull NICOLE, DENISE, CHRIS SIM, NICHOLAS CHAN and TURION down to hell with me. Do the meme and then blog it.

xx
kenn

ps entries may be a little irregular. I've got quite a few things on my plate at the moment.