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Social Dance was awesome.
Period.
Hahaha.
Now I'm really glad that I left my name and contact number in the club's letterbox.
Just when I was about to give up hope on joining Social Dance.
As there had been no reply for a week.
This guy named Alvin smsed me and told me that they had received my note.
And told me to come join them next Thursday at the dance room.
Which happens to be today.
Come to think of it.
I almost backed out of it at the last moment today.
Because.
Calling Alvin numerous times and getting no reply.
I decided to go explore and find the dance room.
Upon arriving at the dance room however.
I was shocked to see numerous couples dancing gracefully to the music.
Looking nonetheleast like newbies.
And more like professional dancers who were couples too in real life.
God.
And I could only stand there while I was completely ignored for almost 10 mins.
Luckily.
Just as I was about to resign to fate and leave the place.
A senior came over and said hi.
And then realised that I was newbie.
Only then was I brought to the opposite room.
Where all the newbie dancers were learning the basics.
From noneother than as I would find out later.Alvin.
Feeling pretty relieved.
I quickly settled down to learn the basics.
And before I knew it.
I had a partner and were struggling to keep up with the fast pace of disco rock.
And then at the next moment.
All the newbies joined in with the seniors and all learnt a mass dance.
It was kinda cool watching everyone doing all the synchronised moves so beautifully.
Awesome.
And what's better.
THERE WERE SO MANY PRETTY GIRLS!
........
I am not desperate.
Just a normal guy like every other guy.
WHo knows how to appreciate the beautiful things in life.
Hahah.
Anywayz.Think that's all for today folks.
Tll the next entry.
SAYONARA!
Sunday, July 25, 2004
LONG LIVE BACHELORHOOD!
Now.I am truely....
The One.
And oh yah.Congrats Bro.
You did it.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Hmmmm....
Ever tried going to school and chalet at the same time?
Well....
I did.And all I can say is.
DON'T EVER DO IT.
In fact.
Don't even think of trying it.
Trust me.
You're talking with extremely experienced personnel here.
Who not only went for one
BUT TWO.
Two freaking chalets while going school at the same time.
And you know what's the worst thing?
THEY CAME ONE AFTER THE OTHER.
........
I can only say that I'm the only who madman who will ever attempt this kinda stunt.
And probably the only idiot with enough stamina and strength.
To take trains from one end of the island to the other.
Repeatedly for almost a week.
To and from school.
From the chalet.
........
Well.
I can only say that I'm a weirdo.
Who is over loyal to friends at times.(*Hint*Hint*)
Anyway.
Tiring it may have been.
But I gotta admit that I had tons of fun.
And made an interesting bunch of friends along the way.
Which was pretty unexpected.
Yet pretty pleasant at the same time.
probably write more about the chalet in my next entry.
For now.
Here's a long overdue continuation of my last diary entry.
Enjoy guys.
The Dance Club Dairies
Chapter 3 - WAA-TER-FAALL!OWW!....MY BACK!....(Part 2)
Dear Dairy.
I can't believe that my one week of holiday is already over.And just when I thought I was beginning to enjoy myself.Nothing much to mention about though.I basicailly stayed at home.Ate.Slept.Played computer games.And repeated the process.Over and over again.Now you may not think much of this kinda of holiday.But it has been eons since I led this kinda lifestyle.And call it boring if you like.
IT'S MY LIFE.
And it's now or never....
I don't wanna live forever.....
........
Hah.Just trying to destress a little by being lame.Guess it's not working.
Anyway.As I was saying.With the ending of my 'dream' holiday,my 'reality' holiday began.Make up lessons for Econs on Tuesdays and Thursdays.And Dance Practices on Mondays,Wednesdays and Fridays.Needless to say.This was an awefully tiring schedule.Maybe not for normal school days.But for what was supposed to be a holiday.DEFINITELY.
Anyway.Nothing much to be said about the Econs make up lessons.B-O-R-I-N-G boring as usual.Actually.It would be literally impossible for Econs to ever become interesting.Not when you have our dear Mr Anbu Ganesh as both your lecturer and tutor for econs.And especially when half the lesson is spent on sharing his experiences in life plus corny lame jokes.Grrr.In other words.A complete waste of time.Precious holiday time in fact.We would be better off not having the make up lessons.
Now.As for dance.I can only say that.Things have been getting from hard to down right impossible ever since the day we introduced the fans into the practices.Already without the fans.The moves,styles and positions of our dance were hard to remember enough,much less execute.Now with the fans coming along for the ride,I guess only one word can describe the situation duing a dance practice.
CHAOS.
More than often.People will drop the fans while executing the moves.Obviously much to the displeasure of the dance instructor.Partly because surprisingly,the fans were not cheap and we all only had 2 each.One for normal practices.And one for the competition.So.You can imagine just how long the practice fans will last at the rate we are dropping the.And they have to last till next year.Now as if dropping the fans weren't bad enough.Some people even managed to dance until the fans fly out of their hands.Either making them fly halfway across the gym or hitting another person in the process.
........
Actually.Since most of us were new to dance and had hardly had any dance backgroound.That wouldn't have been all that bad.What probably made the dance instructor so short tempered was firstly.People were missing practices for no damn reason.And secondly.Those that came either took their own sweet time to get ready.Or came damn late.Which in the end resulted in longer practices,with most of the time wasted on waiting for people to turn up and get ready or getting scolded.Now the strange thing was.None of the guys were ever late or absent.It was always the girls.And sadly.She happened to be one of those who were often absent.Which kinda demoralises me.Seeing her at dance always made practice less tiring.Haiz.
That aside.As I was saying.The guys were always present at the practices.Which meant that we got the opportunity to know each other even better.Which was how we got to discover something really funny about Thomas.Even though like I said 2 entries.We hardly talked to him because of his whining and his "never ending speeches".Haha.Ok.Back to the topic.Now apparently,during one of the practices,the dance instructor happened to ask which of us in the club had ballet background.And not surprsingly,a few girls and she(surprisingly this time)told the teacher that they had ballet background.Just as I was staring at her in awe,me being fascinated by the gracefulness of ballerinas since young and even more so since she was one,I was shocked when I saw Thomas raise his hand and say."Mdm Tan.I was in ballet."
It was then that the whole gym became silent.
Of course.Not for long.
Almost immediately.The entire gym went crazy and everyone burst out laughing.Why?Simply because looking at the big sized and rather plumb Thomas raise his hand up and declare that he had experience in ballet was absolutely.
Hilarious.
Now you would think that being laughed at like that would have shut him up.
Nope.
It didn't.
In fact.
He stood up and protested.
"Mdm!I really did learn ballet before ok!If you don't believe me,I'll show you one of the moves now!I learnt this move in ballet called.."
And saying that.He raised both arms and tip toed for a brief moment.Then putting his hands forward in what seemed like the butterfly stroke in swimming,he pounced forward and kneeled on the floor,making a huge 'boom'when he landed.
"Called WATERFALL!"
This time.
The entire gym was silent like a tomb.
With the girls looking absoultely shocked and the guys giving jaw dropped expressions.
And the silence lasted almost half aminute.
Before the teacher finally broke the silence by saying."OK!Those girls that had ballet background come and see me now."And everyone resumed normal practice.And obviously.Thomas was protesting all the and whining about how everyone didn;t believe him.We ignored him like usual.But of course.Things will never be the same again.Cause we will never forget waht we saw on that day.The famous "Waterfalls".
Or should we say "Nigara Falls."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ok.Think that's enough.Please forgive me.Really couldn't help it.So damn funny.
Anyway.With this.I'll end my entry for today.Dunno why.But lately,I seem to be getting tired very easily.What makes it worse is that I only have time to talk to you at night.Dairy.So.For now.That's all folks.
Arigato.Ikezouk!
Monday, July 12, 2004
Oh man.
The first week of school.
Is finally over.Phew.
Actually.
What am I saying.
A few hours from now.I'll be back in school again.
Damn.
Anyway.Been a really busy week.
Getting adapted to school life again.
Learning new stuff like Java and DOS really cracking my head.
Not to mention trying to recall what I remembered of my maths from secondary school.
However.Tough it may have been.
I still managed to survive the week.
More importantly though.
I got myself a new clique.
Which consists of 4 members.
Jason Alvin Joey and Me.
And I can only say that.
F4 - What Alvin and me decided to call our clique.
Is really a damn happening and fun lot.
Alvin and Jason are older than me.
Being 23 and 24 respectively.
With Joey being the only under 20 - 18 years old
BUT.The funny thing is that.
He really looks like Jay Zhou.
Haha.What's worse is he even behaves like him.
Simply hack care and bo chup.
That's why we nicknamed him Jay Joey.
Haha.Kinda lame huh.
ANYWAY.
I think enough about my classmates already.
Here's Chapter 3 of The Dance Club Dairies.
Enjoy folks.
The Dance Club Dairies
Chapter 3 - WAA-TER-FAALL!OWW!....MY BACK!....(Part 1)
Dear Dairy.
Phew.
After so many hectic weeks of School and Dance Practices.I am finally able to get away from it all,and take a long deserved break at last.Because....the June Holidays are finally here!Yipee.Well actually.Using the words "get away from it all" would be rather inapproriate.In fact,even inaccurate.Besides the first week of the hols,the other 3 weeks are pretty much packed to the brim with make up tutorials and dance practices.Haiz.So technically,I only have one week of holiday.LEFT.
LOL.
But nontheless.It is still one week of holiday.And that's better than nothing.If you look at it in an optimistic way lah.Hah.Which is why I have decided to just sit around and do nothing.Enjoying and relaxing myself completely for the rest of this week.And of course.Updating my dairy which I haven't been doing for like weeks.But come to think of it.Tiring,long and numerous though the Dance Practices have been.They had nonetheless been loads of fun.Especially with people like Thomas and Bryan around.Who would always bring a smile to your life by cracking you up in the most unexpected of ways.And of course most importantly.Going for Dance Practices meant that I would see her as well.Which definitely brightens up my day everytime I do.She really looks so cute with her pigtails,sweet smile and all.Ahhh....Sad thing is that I still hardly knew any of the girls even after all these weeks.Much less said about her.Haiz.Guess I would really need to work on it more.
Anyway.Talking about Thomas and Bryan.They really are a nonsensical bunch.And I mean really nonsensical.A good example would be this.Knowing that Bryan spoke really proper English,to a point whereby he starts "slanging" without realising it.Me and Andy started mimicking the way he talked,especially when he starts asking Madam Tan our dance instructor regarding some of the dance moves.Either when the moves get too fast and too confusing or when he feels that he isn't really doing a certain stance properly.That's the time when we like to mimick his accent and repeat everything he says after him like parrots.And it really cracks the dance instructor up.Main reason being that even though we were in Modern Dance Club,our dance for the competition was still mainly chinese themed,and especially more ever since Madam Tan revealed to us the prop we were going to use in the dance.A red fan.Moreoever,being in the Teochew Association,Madam Tan was obviously the more "Chine" type teacher which is why most of us communicated in Mandarin and not English with her.And obviously,Bryan had major problems with that.Which was probably why he had to communicate in an extremely broken "Mandarin" often punctuated with English words.As if that wasn't enough,we had to mimick him some more,which obviously made Madam Tan laugh even harder.Anad I can't even begin to describe how he talks with Madam Chan,the Chinese Teacher in charge of Dance.Haha.
And I probably did mention about Bryan being very pro-military and all.Which was why initially,I was kinda expecting him to be super fit and tough.Able to do like countless pushups and run insane distances and everything.Well.He is kinda fit to a certain degree.But sad to say.He wasn't exactly what you would call a physically tough guy.And it wasn't because he was lazy and didn't work out or anything.But rather,he's been having problems with his back for a while now.Which was why he could not really engage in extreme sports or exercises that may further injure his back.And ironically,it just so happened that here in modern dance,a lot is emphasized on the pre-practice stretching exercises,which takes place for almost half an hour before we actually start dancing proper.Obviously.This meant that poor Bryan had to endure all of that without making much noise.Or risk being labled a sissy.And to put it honestly.Some of the moves in these stretching exercises,even a normal person like me without an injured back,I find it extremely tough to cope with and carry out.Even Andy,who had extremely karate background,was kinda complaining about his enrtire body aching after the stretching.A good exmaple would be how we had to lay on our backs and then lift our bodies up with our hands and legs,forming a "bridge" and staying in that position for almost half a min.Ouch you may say.We had to do that every practice.Imagine what Bryan must be feeling when he does this.
Yet.I have to admit that even though Bryan wasn't tough physically,the same definitely couldn't be said of his brain department.So far.He is still one of the few people I've seen in my life with amazing will power.Which can be seen from the fact that no matter how tought the practices may get.He would hardly complain or make a noise.And just simply endure and finish the entire exercise.But of course.He is human after all.Which is why when the stretching gets too lengthly in duration or too extreme sometimes,he would unavoidably cry out in pain.Which obviously can't be helped.But ironically,everytime he did.Me and Andy will get so tickled by the way he does it.I mean.Even though I hate to say this,we really had fun at the expense of his pain.And I apologize for that.But we really couldn't help it.It's like.Normal people will probably cry out slightly with a like "Ouch' or "Argh!" when in pain.But for him.Everytime when it hurts or when he recovers form a stretching exercise,he will like cry out with a half moan and then say his famous catch phrase "OWW....MY BACK....".And that happened each and everytime when his back hurt.Now as if that wasn't enough.Everytime he did that,he would say his catch phrase in his perfect English,accent slang and all,much to me and Andy's amusement.Which was why after a while,we started mimicking his moaning and saying his catch phrase the way he did everytime we finished our stretching routine.Which obviously made the instructor and most of the girls laugh uncontrollably.
However,being the gentleman that he was.Not only was Bryan yawnn....not mad about me and Andy making fun of him and all.He even found this weird habit of his yawnn....pretty amusing too after a while,and began laughing with us each and everytime we did that.Haha.Really can't stand Bryan sometimes.So damn funny.Yawnn....Well..I guess that after a long day,even doing nothing can make a person pretty tired.So I think I shall stop here for the time being today.And hop off to bed.Probably continue with this entry tommorrow night.Yawn....Good night Dairy.
Monday, July 05, 2004
What seemed like a perfectly fine day ended in a pretty horrible way.
Today was the first day of actual lessons at SP for me.
And as usual.
I woke up late.
Never seemed to be on time on the first day ever.
Anyway.
School was pretty boring.
All the briefing and orientation stuff.
You know.The things that happen on the first few days of school.
Luckily.
Time passed by pretty fast and school ended in a flash at 1.
Discovered and took a direct bus home.
Which was pretty good considering the distance between SP and my house.
However.The only disadvantage was that I had to walk quite a distance home.
Well.Some exercise would do me good too I guess.
And thinking only about playing Ninja Gaiden on my XBOX when I get home.
I passed by Blk 193 of Toa Payoh Central.
You know.The notorious block famous for jumping suicides.
Today.It has claimed yet another life.
A middle aged woman this time.
For no reason.I felt a sense of extreme sadness.
Why is it people choose to commit suicide.
Is death the only solution left.
Leaves much to think about huh.
........
Anyway.Here's the next Chapter.
Thinking of writing as much as I can while whenever I can.
........
Hmm....that didn't make sense.
Nevermind that.
Here's-
The Dance Club Dairies
Chapter 2 - The Four Heavenly Kings
Dear Dairy.
It's been 2 weeks since I joined the Dance Club.And believe it or not.I am actually enjoying myself in there.One major plus point was probably because of the girls lah.Hey.Come on lah.I am not being buaya ok?After being in a boy's school for 4 years.Any normal guy would look at girls more loh.Unless I am gay lah.Moreover,some of the girls in Dance Club are really sweet and pretty looking.Kawaii des ne!Especially that girl with the 2 pig tails.She's so pretty and sweet looking!And she happens to be the Leader of Dance Club too.Though I couldn't really catch her name until now.A rather unique and special name she has.Never heard of it.Think it was Jermak or something.Nevermind.
Sad to say.Even though I got most of the girl's names.Me being me.Who always like to act cool to cover my shyness.I didn't really talk to most of the girls lah.And even if I did.It was regarding dance stuff or seeking advice.Which never lasted more than 3 sentences.What's worse.This is the exact same situation with the girls in my class.Haiz.Gotta work on this I guess.Can't help it.Hadn't spoken to girls for so long.Think I 'll need a little time getting used to this.A little time.I hope.Hah.
Of course.I was perfectly fine with mingling with the guys.And even though I had only talked to them for 4 Dance Practices,(Yeah.I got cheated.Dance Practice is twice a week.I was told the next day by none other than you know who.)I have however gotten to know them pretty well by now.And boy,are these guys interesting people.Speaking of which.I should mention that I have even become rather good friends with one of them.His name is Andy.
Andy,being 20 and 2 years older than me,is really what I would call an 'old bird'.Who seems to know everything under the sun.Having gone to worked and gone to Poly before coming to JC.He obviously saw more things than I ever saw and probably would ever see.Thus.He really was sorta like a elder brother to me.Teaching me stuff that my parents never taught me.And believe me.I have only known him for 2 weeks.That's how 'old bird' he is.Makes me feel damn naive.And what's scarier.He has a black belt in karate.Even though he has been out of practice for quite some time now.But if you tink he has lost it,wait till he shows you how he pushes almost 300 kg of weights with his legs.Whoa.And even though he smokes,he will keep telling me not to follow in his footsteps over and over again.Kinda being oxymoronic on one hand,yet showing concern like he would for a younger brother on the other.
Bryan,on the other hand.Is a normal 17 yr old just like me.Having gone through Primary School and Secondary School and all smoothly.Hmmm.Actually.I wouldn't exactly say smoothly.Will explain later.Also.I wouldn't really say that Bryan is a normal guy like me lah.He speaks English better than most people I know.Much better in fact.Probably because he was brought up in an english speaking family.So he was kinda labled the "Ang Mo Pai" by most of us,who generally spoke Mandarin.Nonetheless.Like the "Ang Mo Pai" he is.He is always very polite in his words.Obviously not using any vulgaraties.And definitely very gentlemenly.Even though he had hardly spoken to most of the girls just like me.Having the same problem I guess.Due to the fact that he was from a boy's school too.One thing weird I noticed though was how military sounding he was and how obsessed he was with the military and guns and all.Hmm.He probably can't wait for NS to come.Hee.
Now for Thomas.The last guy in dance.He is definitely one S-T-R-A-N-G-E character.For one.He never seems to get tired of talking.At first.It was ok hanging out with him and stuff.But after a while,getting to know more and more of this bad habit habit of his,it kinda started getting irritating.Especially since he always seem to be only interested in talking about himself and no one else.Moroever,being the same age as Andy and having also worked and gone to Poly before JC.He would keep sharing his experiences in Poly and work with us.Whether we wanted to hear it or not.Grr.Sometimes we wish he would just not talk.And spare most of us our ears.Apparently he goes around and talks to everyone about his experiences.BUT.In the end.I would say that he is a pretty harmless person.A bit whiny but nonetheless harmless.
Hmm.I guessed I have basically described to the best of my abilities how the guys in Dance Club are like.At least from what I know about them for now lah.Hmm.It's getting pretty late and I got school tommorrow.So I guess I will end here.Adios Amigo,Mr Dairy.
(P.S.One interesting and ironic point to note would be that.Andy,Bryan and Thomas were kinda in the same unlucky boat like me.They didn't exactly join the Dance Club willingly.Hah.They had to because the appealed into XXX JC.So..yah lah.This was one of the conditions.They probably would not have joined if they had a choice.But I guess it was kinda a blessing in disguise.Enabling the few of us to become friends.Yawwnnn.Ok.I really should end here now.-Fineto-)
Sunday, July 04, 2004
The Dance Club Dairies
-Prologue-
Hi everyone.
My name is Neo.
I am 21 this year.
And is currently studying in SP.
Singapore Polytechnic that is.
Today.I am embarking on a new story.
A real one this time though.
And it's gonna be about.
Me.
Well not exactly about me.
Rather.
An interesting part of my life that is.
My junior college years.
Which I feel I can share with my friends.
It was a really wonderful time then.
Having not experienced the ugliness of the working society.
Or the extreme boredom of NS life.
Life was simply.
Carefree and fun in school.
Especially since.
So many things happened to me.
That I never would have.
Even in my wildest dreams.
Imagine could happen to me.
Anyway.I guess that will more than suffice as an intro already..
Ok.
Here we go.
Like all wonderful stories out there.
This interesting chapter of my life began just like any other normal day.
On a certain afternoon in Mid April.
Year 2000.
Chapter 1 - Table Tennis Dancer
Dear Dairy.
Having spent almost a week in XXX Junior College.I discovered that the people here are quite friendly and rather interesting.Unlike the people in secondary school.Competitive and boring.Where everyone seems to only be concerned about getting to the top.Getting the best results.Be it studies.Or physical fitness.Or basically EVERY DAMN THING."Look!I got the best in blah blah blah.Watever man."
People here tend to more true to life.As in.When they talk to you.You are confident to a certain degree that they are not just entertaining you with nice words.While thinking nasty hidden thoughts.They kinda speak with more sincerity.And of course.
THEY DUN TRY TO SPEAK WITH THAT DAMN IRRITAING ACCENT.
Sheeze.Well.I guess that's the difference between a prestigious secondary school and a neighbourhood junior college.But I gotta admit.I was pretty dissapointed initially when I got my O'Level results and discovered that I could only go to the less known junior colleges.And I really didn't expect myself to do so poorly.Haiz.Guess it's all too late to regret now.Who asked me not to study properly.Have only myself.
Hmm.I guess I should really stop looking back at the past.And look forward instead.Besides.Life has been pretty good for me up till now.For one.I have really interesting classmates.And we happen to be the best class in the ARTS Faculty too....
OH YAH.
HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN.
The topic of the class aside.Something damn and downright ridiculous happened to me today.Which until this very moment I still can't believe I did nothing about it.Being CCA choosing day today.I went to the hall to sign up for the table tennis club.Since I have always loved table tennis.In fact,been playing regularly with church friends ever since I was 8.But that aside too.
Anyway.Even though I knew I wasn't exactly an EXPERT in table tennis.I was at least expecting myself to be able to pass the preliminary trials.Since I have been playing regularly.Yet.Amazingly.The seniors there were so damn fantastically good.In fact.So good that I couldn't even play my normal style.As I was so damn stressed out by them.In the end.I guessed 2 words can summarise my performace today.
I sucked.
And better still.I didn't know that the worst part was still to come.
Anyway.After the entire trial thing ended.The teacher soughta took me aside.And with the most apologetic looking face and guilty sounding voice passed her judgement upon me entering the table tennis club.
"I'm sorry.But i'm afraid you will have to go look for another CCA.You do have some talent which given proper training will enable you to become a good player..but currently we are looking for competition ready members to join us as the inter college is almsot upon us..so...please understand blah blah blah..."
You know.
The usual bullshit.
You might as well say I suck in my face.
I would feel better.
And accept my fate.
Of having to play against such strong seniors that day.
But she HAD to continue with the next sentence.
"Well.Even though you can't join us.I can actually recommend you to a better and more prestigious CCA who is under my friend Madam Chan.You will definitely have better prospects in that CCA I gurantee you.In fact.That CCA gives you the most CCA points when you graduate.You can ask any of the seniors.OK you wait here for a moment ok...MADAM CHAN!MADAM CHAN!I GOT A MEMBER FOR YOU!A GUY SOMEMORE!"
And the most amazing thing was.I didn't even say anything.Much less agree.
And thus.It was in this shocked state that I found myself dragged to the school gynasium.
Staring at an entire room of girls.
And 3 guys.
Dancing.
And for the next half an hour.
I watched open mouthed as the members of XXXJC Dance Club did their warming up.And practiced part of their performance item.
Right before my eyes.
And I was supposed to join them next week.After watching how they danced this week.
So said the last words of Madam Chan lah.
"Ok Boy.I'll see you here next week ok?1.30 pm sharp at the gym ok?Don't worry.Dance Club is the most prestigious CCA in XXXJC.In fact.We just got gold last year at SYF.So jsut come join us.We really need guys like you to further impress the judges blah blah blah blah."
The point is Madam Chan.
I NEVER AGREED TO JOIN!
But then again.
I never objected too.
Shit.
What did I get myself into.
Ah.WHAT THE HECK.
Forget it.
I'll just try it out.
At most.I'll leave next week if I don't like it.
But come to think of it.The dance instructor seemed like a pretty good person.
NOT MADAM CHAN the Dance Club Teacher in charge.
The dance instructor Madam Tan.She was very friendly and seemed damn happy to see me there.In fact.She was smiling from ear to ear.I wonder why.
Besides.The girls at Dance Club all quite pretty too.Hee.Guess I'll give it a try.HEY!I'M NOT A BUAYA!Just a normal guy who wnna know more female friends ok.
Especially that girl with the 2 pig tails behind.
She really intrigues me.
Anyway.Guess I've whined enough today Diary.Give you a break.Adios Amigo.
Bus.Stop.(Part 2)
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"Good morning.
Thank you for joining us at Channel Newasia.My name is Jill Valentine .
We now interrupt this program with news of the Nicoll Highway disaster.
At approximately 8.55 am just now,a section of the road between Suntec Cityand Nicoll highway,which was undergoing tunneling works for the Circle Line, suddenly collapsed without warning.
Witnesses at the scene when interviewed,commented that the entire incident had happened very fast and that they only heard what sounded like a tremendous explosion followed by the formation of a mushroom cloud of dust and debri.By the time the dust and debri cleared,what greeted their eyes was a gaping hole in the ground roughly the size of a football field,and almost 10 storeys deep.
Tragically,the collapse occured during rush hour when traffic flow was extremely high and most vehicles were generally travelling at a relatively high speed.As a result,many vehicles were unable to slow down or stop in time when the collapse occured and thus, plunged straight into the hole one after another.
Now,the Police has estimated from pictures taken by the traffic camera that almost 20 vehicles in all,including an SBS Bus full of passengers,had been caught in the collapse and were now buried amongst the rubble and debri in the hole.
They are however,still unable to comment on the exact number of people still trapped underneath the rubble and debri but has confirmed that up till now,4 bodies have been discovered and 12 people injured.The bodies are still being identified but the injured has been rushed off to the nearest hospital for immediate treatment.
Also,the Police has stated that so far,there is still no indication that this incident was an act of sabotage or that any foul play was involved.More likely,massive digging works for the Circle Line which were underway could have triggered the explosion of an underground gas pocket,producing vibrations which in turn could have shaken and weakened the foundations of the support beams which held up the loose soil at the sides of the tunnel.Eventually,the support beams could have given way completely,releasing all the loose soil and causing the entire tunnel and the road above to collapse,resulting in this terrible tragedy.However,the Police has not completely ruled out the possibility of this incident being a terrorist attack and is currently conducting a thorough investigation at the scene.
And even though most details are just speculation at the moment with nothing being confirmed yet,we here at Channel Newsasia will still continue to provide you with the latest updates as soon as we receive any information at all on this crisis.
Now,let us go live to the scene of the collapse with our correspondant Leon Kennedy at Beach Road where he will give us the lastest. Over to you,Leon."
"Thank you Jill.As you can see behind me now,the police has already cordoned off the entire area of the collapse with close to 20 police vehicles and almost 50 officers.This is due to both safety and operational reasons,on one hand blocking off public access into the by now dangerous and unstable collapse site,and on the other allowing rescue vehicles and personnel to have unhindered access to the site.In the end,this is all to ensure that digging and rescue work goes on smoothly so that the trapped survivors can be reached as soon as possible.Now Jill,you have got to be at the site right now like I am to realise the sheer magnitude and of this disaster.Right now I am seeing ambulances,civil defence vehicles and personnel everywhere.................."
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"Wake....up...."
A distant voice stirred me from my deep slumber.
........
Come on Mom.
Just let me sleep a little while longer.
I really dun feel too good today.
"Hey....are....you....ok?"
Again the same voice.
Only that it sounded louder and closer this time.
Come to think of it.
The voice didn't exactly sound like Mom's.
........
"Please....please don't scare me....hey wake up....wake up...."
Semi conscious now.
I realised immediately that I really wasn't feeling very well.
Ouch.
Why does it hurt so much.Everywhere.
Arg.
Damn.I haven't felt this kind of pain since I fell off the swing when I was 5.
And I almost died then.
........
Fighting back the pain.I struggled to open my eyes.
And realised with horror I couldn't do so.
Again I tried.
Still I couldn't open them.
Oh my God.Why can't I open my eyes.
Panicking now.I tried harder.
This time forcibly opening them with everything I had.
And at last.It worked.I was now able to open my eyes slowly.
Damn.Thought I was a goner back there.
........
As my vision gradually focused.
I found myself staring right into the eyes....
Of the the prettiest and sweetest looking face I have ever seen.
Eyes which even though were now looking at me worriedly and red from being on the verge of tears.
Still managed to mersmerize me completely.
Cause they were really so indescribably....
Beautiful.
And the face....
Only the words 'flawless' and 'perfect' can describe it.
........
How....
How can someone be so beautiful?
I must be still be asleep and dreaming.
Either that or....
She is an angel.
........
Yes....
She must be an angel.
I really can't think of any other explanation.
So this is what an angel looks like.
........
Wait a min.
If she is an angel.
It means that I am in heaven now.
Which means...
I AM DEAD?
........
I don't believe this.
I DIED JUST LIKE THAT?
But....I have so many things I haven't done....and want to do.
I still wanna be friends with Miss Longhairmumble-
And quite suddenly.
I recalled everything that happened.
People screaming as the bus plunged down into the collapsing road.
The horrible sensation of free fall.
Making the leap of faith toward her and grabbing her hand.
And finally.
My reassurance to her.
"Don't worry.We're gonna make it."
........
So.
We really did make it.
........
I don't believe it.
At that very moment when we fell and I started praying.
Some part of my sub-conscious mind had already resigned to fate.
And I kinda felt like I was gonna die for sure.
Yet.
When I saw her abosultely terrified face.
I couldn't help it.
The feeling of death became relatively insignificant.
Compared to the feeling of seeing her so frightened.
It felt much more painful.
To see her suffering.
So much so that I forgot all about the entire situation I was in.
And the only thing I could think of was to go over to her.
And comfort her.
To do anything.
So that she wouldn't feel frightened anymo-
"Oh my God.You're ok....Thank God you're ok....Thank you God....Thank you...."
She sobbed uncontrollably.
Barely holding back her tears.
And very soon.
Burying her face in my shoulders.
And with arms tightly wrapped around me.
She started crying.
Obviously.
I let her remain on my shoulders.
Partly because I wanted to.
But also partly because at that point of time.
I could hardly move any part of my body.
Not even an inch.
Cause it hurt so damn much.
And even though it kinda hurt even more with her arms tightly around me.
I couldn't really feel the pain anymore.
In my mind.
I only thought.
And wished.
"Please God.Let this wonderful moment in time stop.Forever."
Thus.It was in this way that.
I contentedly allowed her to remain on my shoulders
For the next 10 mins
And she.
Not saying a word.
Just kept on crying.
........
Well.Who can blame her.
After what we have just been through.
The near death experience.
And almost watching a person die in front of your eyes.
Any girl would have burst into tears by now.
And suddenly.
I felt a little guilty.
To have made her so worried about me.
Couldn't have done much to prevent it though.
........
Yet.
Like the famous saying.
All good things must come to an end eventually.
And sadly.
She regained her composure.
And slowly pulled herself away from my shoulders.
Well.
I guess that's it.
The end of the beautiful mome-
Ouch....
Why is it beginning to hurt so much again.
In fact.It hurts even more so now.
"I'm sorry.Whoever you are.I really am.I really couldn't control myself for a moment."
She began apologizing.
"For a moment.Seeing you lay there like that.I thought you died."
And suddenly.
Tears seem to well up in her eyes again.
But this time round.
She controlled herself.
And smiling at me.
"But thank God you're ok now."
Nodding my head feebly.
I returned her smile.
And asked weakly.
"So.Where are the others?"
Upon hearing my question.
Her smile sudeenly faded.
And she became sad.
And said nothing at all.
Suddenly feeling that something was extremely wrong.
I struggled to get up a little.
And took a look around the bus.
And when I did see.
I was horrified by what I saw.
There was nobody around at all.
Not even a single soul.
(Bus.Stop. Part 2-End)