Happy Teachers' Day!
OMFG. Justice has finally been served! Joakim is OUT. Oooosh la.
And so it rained, except that it didn't came down hard enough and we had to do it in the rain.
And because i did had some fun throwing the caps at people, I shall not comment on the fact that the school, being a centre of excellence for pupil's development, had put us under the rain, under the risk of lightning strike and risking the health of the J2s who are taking the exams in order to break a record.
I seriously am not complaining.
Anyway, I think the presentation at the beginning of the concert was nicely done, Mutton Balls were kinda boring(muz b the atmosphere la, Talentime more high), and can someone go up to the guy who sang 3 Chinese songs and give him a whack on the head to remind him "YOU ARE A STUDENT WHO SINGS SLIGHTLY BETTER, BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU ANY MORE A STAR".
Idiot. Think he opening concert.
After everything ended I went back good old CSS, which is spending its last year at the current site. Getting quite a sense of nostalgia walking down the same path which I took when I first went there. Sadly, that was probably my last time walking that path since it's shifting next year.
Was quite boring at the beginning but it got pretty interesting when some old classmates of mine and I went up to the staffroom and found Auntie Janet and had quite a funny chat with her.
Some of the most memorable people are found when you're in secondary school-I'm sure quite a lot of us have realised that.
I am getting old, man.
Yoga
I have a dream.
A dream of tomorrow.
When the yoga mass display is to begin.
When the reporters are all here.
When the Guest of Honour is here.
It begins to rain.
Muahahahz. I would love to see the expression of our beloved Chairman.
Jigglypuff
If all lecturers in NUS talk like singing a lullaby, like the one who came to school and spoke during Civics, then I can imagine an entire campus of slumbering students.
I can only imagine that guy's girlfriend going out with him for a date; sleep all the way man.
Hmmm.
I am extremely disturbed.
Is it really a case of lack of determination?
Talk is cheap. Only results speak the truth.
Qin
Surprisingly, 'Hero' was a lot less cheesier than I thought it was. Turned out to be better for me despite my doubts. Of course, the bad part of it-as of all Chinese films-is the effects.
And i think this is the first time seeing a film that doesn't portray Qin Shihuang as the bastard he is commonly known. Or I'm watching too few films to make a judgment?
Oh well. Back to the books.
Yawn.
US$100 million lehz. I can imagine Uncle Sim smiling like this.
Without the braces i guess.
Swallow that Apple.
Baby troubles
Over msn...
Ugly, stupid anonymous: I want an absolute answer!
Smart, yandao anonymous: Cannot, my gp teacher taught me to consider both sides of an argument.
Smart, yandao anonymous: Altho she doesn't do that when it comes to arguments about men.
I hate being sick, especially when i'm now old.
They(mainly women, or specifically a certain female teacher) say that men are big babies when they fall sick. I agree with that, but I would question if its only the guys. I don't know, my sister's young enough to be a baby so i can't exactly ascertain that.
Anyway, I'm saying that cuz my baby instinct came out earlier today.
I knew i'm gonna be in trouble for eating one bun, 2 pieces of fried chicken and then playing basketball in that hedious weather. And hedious is not a powerful enough word to describe it since my vocab is really pretty limited. Anyways, the ride back home was torturing as i was trying hard to not vomit, and the walk back home equally painful, and the moment i reached home all hell broke loose. Or rather, all liquid broke free.
Amidst the puking i suddenly have the desire of someone to pat my back while I puke to comfort or to ask sincerely, "Are you ok?". Obviously the question is dumb beyond imagination but we ask it all the time when such situations occur and the dumbest thing is those who were asked this question seems to be pretty contented with that question.
Sadly, either I was too smart to get that kind of treatment or the people around me too smart to ask that question, all there was silence in the house, my heavy panting after the waterfall and after 5 minutes, another round of happiness-puking.
After the ordeal, I again haf the desire to want someone to somehow help me back to my room. Its kinda pathetic really to crawl the way into the room; and the urge became stronger when i realise i needed to crawl back for the 3rd serving. Once again, all alone, I had to crawl back, took a detour to puke onto the floor since i hadn't exactly mop the floor and didn't want to waste water. Nah, that part was a joke.
The path to lala land after all that intestinal/stomach/i-swear-there-was-my-liver cleaning up was equally painful. The baby in me was practically screaming for someone to come sayang me and tell me the splitting headache will subside. I almost wanted to just let go and cry till i sleep la.
Too bad, no one home, cry also waste more water, in the end fell asleep and woke up feeling pretty ok already.
Interesting that here i am typing these out when i went through that terrible thing. Hopefully i won't go through it again(though i know i will since i got weak stomach).
The ugly, stupid anonymous is not Kenny. Realli!
Upgrades
Sia la. My preferred order of elimination would've been Joakim, Jasmine, then Nurul.
Next week cfm Jasmine la. Hopefully she sings the correct songs and get her dignified exit.
You're a shame Joakim. Shame.
Everything is built for a reason people!! Even if its for show, ITS STILL CONSIDERED A PURPOSE.
Proposed usage for school's new facilities:
Just some recommendations; positive attitude towards the school's works you see.
Well-done.
At this point of time, everyone should be like this.
Strange enough, I'm still sitting in front of the computer and looking like this.
RIP
It breaks my heart even to type this out, to announce this ground-breaking news of the demise of a great friend, a loyal servant, a brave compatriot.
After countless rain and wind this friend had beared with me, infinite number of journey from my pocket to the floor and probably a few times of skating around on the floor, I am saddened to announced this.
My titanium(the colour) shell, -3G(the dash means negative) technology, 2 megapixel camera and bluetooth-equipped(its blue and it packs a bite) Nokia handphone has officially been pronounced dead at 1615 hours, August 15 2006.
Oh my beloved. You have served me well. May you find peace and comfort in the handphones' netherlands, though i think you run the risk of been ostracized by your fellow handphones for being too high-tech... Oh my beloved, my heart bleeds for you...
Now, let us observe one minute of silence as the last act of respect for this model; the last of his kind, the hero of his tribe...
HAIL N3200!!
*silence*
遗忘
曾听过某个人说过, 人类是一种非常容易遗忘的动物, 总是不经意地遗忘很多东西. 遗忘了朋友, 遗忘了好奇心, 遗忘了周遭的幸福, 遗忘了小时候的梦想, 有时候, 还遗忘了自我. 为何人类要这样诞生在这个世界, 又如此努力不懈, 而到最后只换来了遗忘呢?
我想, 人类的遗忘是选择性的, 在心中不重要的, 很快就会忘却; 而心中真正重要的事物, 则会一直长存在你心中. 有时, 人们也会选择遗忘痛苦的往事, 也有时, 人们对于痛苦的往事无法忘怀... 这是矛盾，我们自己无法解释的矛盾. 但我想, 这个矛盾, 也没多少人会去理会, 更不会有人尝试去解释. 因为比这个矛盾重要的事, 多得很啊...
反正, 人嘛, 总在该把握时松手, 该遗忘时想起.
SI
I AM INFURIATED. I shall become Furion.
So angry that I almost swallowed my fist after the test.
I can pass one la, but somehow, I FORGOT AT EQM POSITION, T=MG.
Maybe you wun understand, but because of that fundamental mistake, I basically forgo all the marks behind, WHICH I AM SURE I WOULD KNOW HOW TO DO.
BAH. Never do much, can't complain.
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About SI, THE DIVA IS OUT, AHHHHHHHH.
I think all those people who voted for PAUL 2HILL should be hanged. I mean, I can understand why Joakim is in la, BUT PAUL CAN SING NOR LOOK GOOD LA.
Living On a Prayer
Jasmine can sing la. But that girl screwed up on her dressing again-face so big still pull hair back. Lol.
By some stroke of magical luck, today happens to be my no-mood-do-work day.
My body has this strange biological clock where I have alternating periods of willingness-to-chiong-work days and the opposite in some other days. Something like the male's version of period. Example would be like how hiong i was on Sunday where I finished all the work, and like how today I've only done revision for ONE freaking topic out of the TWO i'm supposed to cover for the test tomorrow.
Imagine this happening everyday la, then i can cover about... er, 26 topics before prelims; that's only like one and a half subjects only!?! Then my prelims results would be like ABFF, then my parents would be BAFFled by the spectacular results and everyone would laugh at my Freaking FABulous marks.
I'll probably kill myself with A Butcher's knife and bleed for Fifty-Five hours before i die.
Then people will Find my Body beside JJC's Fountain filled with A lot of blood.
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Sorry out of point.
Anyway, I think my plan for tomorrow is - know the formulas, know the basic concept, PRAY.
PRAY that I'll get some genius inspiration and suddenly know how to do. That actually happens sometimes, I can only hope it occurs tomomorrow.
Cross my fingers and toes~
Thoughts.
LKM: I wonder where Potassium Hydroxide got the money to build the fountain?
LKM: Hmm. I think he's going to built a statue of himself next. Then he'll make the gate so low that whenever we step in we must bow our heads at the statue.
-Anonymous
Although I already know that the Prom Night would be held together with the 125th Anniversary Lunch, it just make me shudder at the thought at how people can simply use 'a grand affair' and 'the focus will be on you, the graduates' to cover up the fact that this is a freaking move to cut costs.
Imagine at such a HUGE dinner, are you sure the focus is really on us? Firstly, i think the focus would be on those special guests invited; what other better time to suck up to them than when they're happily eating and then get them to happily donate to the school? Secondly, the J1s are there. No special reason, but their mere presence just spoils everything. Prom's supposed to be for the graduates before they leave, not for the pesky J1s to steal the limelight to enjoy as well.
I sound like a self-centered, full-of-angst and selfish teenager.
Wait. I am wad~
I should destroy all humanity for all the work they're throwing at me dammit.
Hulk.
The Physics homework I was doing was so much that I almost turned green.
I think if there's more I'll just go crazy or something.
Wait. I don't feel normal even now la.
OO! A housefly just flew past, lucky bastard, fly all day no need do work. Sia la, i dropped my pen. Serve it right, i think the pen was invented solely for me to do homework. The damn dogs are barking again, if i could just grab a bone and.... throw it to Expo then they run there then i got peace. PEACE!!!!!!! Why Israel fighting?Go fight Iran la wah lan, they got Nuclear weapons fight them more fun what. PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE ASSHOLES. Damn hot, why the bloody Sun shine all year round at the Equator har? WHY CAN'T IT SHINE ON THE NORTH POLE OR SOUTH POLE OR SOMETHING?! Or shine it at Japan dammit, SHINE IT AT THE YASUKUNI SHRINE! SHINE IT AT TOKYO TOWER AND MELT IT. i guess I can't change that can I... BUT WHY THE FAN TURNING SO SLOW? Why inventors only have 3 speeds for us to choose; why not 365 speeds?????? ONE FOR EACH DAY MA. Bloody inpractical fan-makers. THEY MUST BE PHYSICISTS, ONLY GOT IDEALS IN THEIR HEAD LA.
Bla~~~dy physics.
I think I'm crazy.
Wait. Why are my hands turning green? NOOO, WHY GREEN, I WANNA BE BLUE LA. GREEN IS DAMN UGLY CAN.
Out
Today, or rather, yesterday was pretty interesting. We 3 guys headed down to Expo for the very very cheap book fair to buy books.
We left the place hands full and loaded with books.*cough*
While on the train, the 3 of us, in a moment of passion and desire, alighted at Aljunied and went to Geylang, where we had the... er.. most unforgettable times of our lives.
SI
Paul Twohill is ugly. But(i thought) he could sing.
Paul Twohill is ugly. Now(i believe) he can't sing.
I like to play around with tenses.
I guess Rahimah's too intense for S'pore. As of always, S'pore never seem to be able to accept intense things.
I am bored.
I think the next S'pore Idol will be...
Ming Yang. Cuz he's already got a fan club even before he went public. Wow.
Vote for him ya?
Question!
I have a question.
Light takes time to reach us, take for example, the Sun. What if the Sun collapses? Would the loss of gravitation pull from the Sun happen instantaneously?
If yes, then it means gravitation is faster than light?
A bad time to have that question in mind hor. I shall spend the next half-an-hour researching that. Then its back to the boring Newtonian Physics~ Zzz.
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Turns out i wasn't the only one with that question.
But too chim le. Hahaz.
Confessions
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
And I wear all your old clothes, the old polo sweater
I dream of another you
The one who would never (never)
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that's what I needed
So why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go!!
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
This is an excerpt of the song 'Confessions of a Broken Heart' by Lindsay Lohan.
I'm not exactly crazy about the song. Its just that Rahimah sang it with so much angst that I felt it and its making me kinda emo.
I'm not sure about her background, but I don't think a 17-going-on-18 girl can just churn out so much emotions from the air? Or maybe its the pressure from people?
She is, afterall, like us, the teenagers. Albeit with the bulk of S'pore judging her.
Hopefully, I can sleep tonight with all these thoughts Rahimah evoked.
Random
Sometimes i feel like I belong to the background.
I slept an afternoon from about 3 till just now. 8 freaking hours.
Its been...years, since I've ever had an 8-hour nap.
The Band.
The St. Andrew's School Band concert is nice!
Initially i had thought it's just the SAJC band performing, but it turns out to be the entire St Andrew's Schools' combined concert.
Forgive me, but when i stepped into the performing hall, I felt like a Viking in an Art Museum in Venice. And I felt like that not least because I am a JJ student. The St. Andrew's Junior School band was the worst of all. BUT, I think they can match up to JJ's standard. And they're all Pri 6 kids.
There were the boring pieces, and there were the nice ones. I like the one which commemorates the passengers and crew of the place for fighting back against the terrorists and eventually, saved the Pentagon(saved wrong ppl?) on Sept 11. I also like the second last one, called 'Riverdance'.
Speaking of which, I think the most popular instruments around is the saxophone right? Cuz that piece earned the loudest and longest applause and the bastardband member who played the soprano saxophone got the most response. Reminds me of Lyoe when he also did a similar thing during CSS's band performance at Toa Payoh HDB Hub then.
Bastard.
The night ended with a rush as we rushed back home since it was getting a tad bit late. On the way back I kept comparing both schools. Somehow, comparing their school and mine felt like comparing a posh restaurant with a run-down kopitiam. Their principal speech also damn power la.
At least he doesn't pronounce Buddism as Buddilism.
I'm ashamed that I'm actually ashamed of my own school. What a shame.
Esplanade
Due to my immense potential, talents and killer-looks, the Esplanade has been begging me to go there and perform for them.
I don't think they got enough class, hence I repeatedly reject their pleads and wave those pesky organisers away.
But, after these years, the Esplanade has grown and I believe they now have enough standard to carry my class. Therefore, I shall grace the Esplanade with my presence today and show them what I've got!
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAZ
Superband~
J3 singing jazz damn gay la. has to be the most memorable performance for the night ironically.
迷路兵's 勇气 also quite nice. The funny part was when Soul sang 'Perfect Man'; the original singer is ShinHwa, some Korean band, and ShinHwa did a Mandarin version before, AND SOUL SOUNDED EXACTLY LIKE THEM IN CHINESE LA. hurhur.
Though I think got some copycats... 迷路兵's '小薇' has the rhythmn sounding deviously like 欧得洋 '浪漫群岛', some less known track in Ocean's first album. And J3's '乱舞春秋' the handphone part also copy Jay's one i think.
The other better performance is the one from the special guest MC Hotdog and 张震岳's '我爱台妹'. I was waiting for them to blurt out some vulgarity or that 张震岳 go take off his pants or something like that. Too bad never, hahaz.
迷路兵 win quite expected la. So boring. I'm bored obviously. This is a boring post also.
I STILL need to work.
FM
Today is a legendary day.
Today marks the end of the FM syllabus... For the entire FM history.
Yes, FM is no longer in the syllabus now, which means that we(me in cluded) are the very last batch of elites to be taught FM, and the last batch to ever call ourselves FM students. Quite a way to end the JC life I think, something interesting(relatively at least) to think of amonst the boredom.
I shouldn't be bored. I should be occupied with work.
Should*.
Wooosh.
OOOOSH LA. I get to see Jasmine perform one more week.
OOOOSH LA. Jay went out.
Sometimes I feel abit pai seh about being so caught up in these celebrity thingy, like Jasmine in SI and S.H.E. Perhaps its a bit of my inner desire of being an idol, but usually its the female celebrities that i worship so i reckon its the lusty uncle man in me that causing this obsession.
But i must clear something up-i do not go to autograph sessions and scream like a crazy bitch. I didn't even go for the SI autograph session at Jurong Point the other time la na bei, forgot to go*bangs head on wall*. Neither did I went for the S.H.E autograph sessions, not anymore at least.
Oh well, I can easily justify that with the reason that I'm letting myself indulge amongst the non-existent workload and imaginary school stress.
I need to start working.
Haiz.
Its interesting that while I've always thought conceited people are actually very mediocre people with little skills but are conceited because they think they're good, I just thought I am like that. At least for my GP.
I've been caught up in my little world of imagination long enough to forget about where my level is.
I just wondered what is the difference of an A level GP composition and an O level English composition halfway through my question. Because I always thought scoring marks means doing those less-popular questions, my composition turned out painfully like one that I'll write in secondary school.
To break the 30 marks barrier I need to break out of my own world first.
Hah.
Don't pray pray ar I tell you. Better don't insult his so-called IQ i tell you ar. His ang moh power, his everything oso power ar.
He so power that although he is a so-called Christian, HE GOES TO THE TEMPLE TO HOLD THE JOYSTICK AR.
I bet he goes arcade and hold joss-stick.
Stress ar, stress. Lucky got Kenny the joker to laugh atlaugh with to de-stress.
