..A World of Nonsense..

Last Monday I led the Upper Secondary in the National Pledge.

that ROCKED!(but I was dead nervous.)

I've got a new phone too, wierdly.

Exams start in 3 days. I'm adequately prepared, (HA IN YOUR FACES.)
but not as prepared as I know I can be. but I will be.

just you wait.

been a long time coming, I know. apologies. not so heartfelt, at that.

Hurdle.

by the way, W,thanks for placing so much trust in me. (:I felt really good about it, for once in my life. I may not be the most skilled of people but I'm glad to see I'm hopefully a real friend to you. I won't tell anyone, ever.

Prefect Mentorship 2008 has just entered the genesis phase. Benedict Ng, Lucas Png, and Elias Wee. stay strong, pull through. Good Luck to achieving what your heart desires most, and my strongest hopes are that it is a place within the ACPB. I'm here for you as your mentor, and I'll do whatever's in my power to help you realize your dream, just as your Camp Commandant Clifton, did for me. Yeah I know you guys don't know me much, let alone my BlogID, but words spoken hold true wether said to one's face or otherwise. Cheers!

Adi added to the nonsense at 5:23 AM

Taken from HappyNoodleBoy's blog, inturn taken from his friend's blog:

The talk

Boy: I need someone to talk to.
Girl: I'm always here for you.
Boy: I know.
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.
Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.
Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me.
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell her...
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her daily.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but he'll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh, some boy.
Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You're wrong. I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.

You Are That Guy

Inspired by Mr Brown who was inspired by Mercer Machine who inspired a whole lot of bloggers.

You are the boy who spent your school fees on $10 worth of chicken wings thereupon getting a spanking from your mother.
You are the boy who grew up to play games every week with fellow boys.
You are the boy who got a Playstation 2 as an engagement present.
You are the boy who would eat like a boy if you lived alone, living on potato chips and Pepsi.
You are the boy who would like it very much if he didn't have to grow up.
But you are a boy who is also a guy.

You are that guy that she met at the pre-departure talk, who insulted her baby blue mobile phone in an attempt to get her phone number.
You are the guy that commented on how she stood like a dancer with her feet turned flat out.
You are that guy that apparently dedicated music to her over the radio and staked out the uni just hoping you catched a glimpse of her.
You are the guy that got lucky when you bumped into her at the traffic just outside uni on the first day of school.
You are the guy that repeated her phone number all the way home just in case you forgot it and missed the chance again.
You are the guy that she out ate on your first date.
You are the guy that had to bear all the crap when she couldn't decide who she liked better, you or some other guy back home.
You are the guy that won her heart by buying her gummi bears and walking her home from ballet in the cold.
You are the guy that she impressed by eating through half a bucket of fried chicken and then sat back and asked what's for desert.
You are the guy that had to be taught what relationships were and in turn taught her how to work hard in a relationship.
You are the guy that put your thesis on the back burner while she wigged out about her own thesis through the year.
You are the guy who proposed to her on the plane back to Melbourne and made her dizzy.

You are the guy that wanted to wear Bata shoes to the wedding and refused to be put into ill-fitting Kenneth Coles.
You are the one who got up there during your wedding and sang to your bride.
You are the guy that endured the pillows hurled at you in her sleep.
You are the guy who will go out there and look for yak's milk from Yemen if she ever demanded it.
You are the guy that buys her flowers and burns her cds just to make her smile.
You are the guy that believes, trusts and prays even when she has given up hope.
You are the guy of her dreams and her greatest fear is to live without you.

Who are you? You are that guy and I am that girl.

The Phone Call

A girl quickly punches a number into her phone and waits until she hears the other line pick up.

“Becky, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think that he’s is so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean, look at all the girls that fall over for him. I could never be one of those. Their all so pretty and bubbly and….. not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing and praying that he will notice me, why?............Becky? Becky are you there?”

“This isn’t Becky.”

Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”

“ This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.”

now wasn't that nice. :) warmed the cockles of my heart at least.

and after reading your post, i feel like i'm from the junkyard again.

i guess the red section is like the dystopia-turned-utopia and i'm feeling like the dystopic-stay-distopic version.

junkyard.

now why didn't I ever use that word before?

maybe there's so much, so many people in your life, who're going to be around way longer than me.

guess i'm not cut out for this kind of thing.

i'm not even cut out properly.

Adi added to the nonsense at 7:32 AM

well, hi, 200th post. My birthday was a few days ago, happy birthday to me.

I'm really touched at the sheer number of people who wished me happy birthday. at least 50 people, excluding family friends.

Ok maybe that's not a lot to you. to me, it's a huge improvement from less than 10.

but I love all my presents. each and every one, whatever form.

oh heck about my birthday, it's only me, an individual.

more recently, was this year's prefect selection camp. my first real one.

I had an op on monday night, so i couldn't quite be involved in the camp.

but while i was there.

i loved it so much i wish every day there was camp so we would keep having people daring to surprise us by taking the lead, while ourselves breaking our own boundaries.

it was so priceless.

i don't have a proper camera so no photos.

but the determination,
courage,
passion,
confidence,
perseverance,
willingness,
humility,

in the face of every worthy nominee I saw there,

is immeasurable in words.

and that is what our board is made of.

people who lead to serve. the world around them.

I don't know who will make it through now and who won't.

but to all who tried and know within them that they wanted this for themselves,

I salute you. I was there twice, and didn't make it. I tried one last time and finally made it.

If you want something with all your heart, the whole universe will contrive in giving it to you.

and that, is completely true.

here's to ACPB 2009.

and congratulations to Clifton. Your first ever camp as Commandant and a huge success, it was. You've shown me parts of you i'd never have imagined to exist.

Adi added to the nonsense at 6:32 AM