Wednesday, January 31, 2007



Wei Liang - "If Ser Yang were here, he'd go to This Fashion."
Alphonsus - "Because there is no That Fashion."
Me - "I suppose Bryan is blocking the cold wind that should be blowing now."

I will upload photos tomorrow because my bluetooth device is being a bongkiahead and refuses to connect to my phone, despite many attempts to plea, plead and pound it.

I am also currently watching Happy Tree Friends, after a wtfomgbbq long hiatus from the furry gore. Giggles' Valentine Smoochie is playing, and I have having fun making miss pink bear BLEED.

Blah. School is stressing me out.

VSCO Concert
March CAs
Sec 3 Camp
PSL Convention
Brunei Trip?
Mid-Years
SYF CO
SYF ELDDS
Mid-Years
EMD

So much workkkkkkkkkkk.

Anyway, today, me, the cute boy(Emersius), the fat thing(Bryan), the lame thing(Alphonsus), the dnt thing(John), the uber-smart thing(Wei Liang) and the uber-tall thing(Daryl) went out to RGS and then to Karl Heng.

7 people going ALL the way to RGS to deliver 4 tickets to 1 girl.

Got lost on the way, forcing us to backtrack and take a 190 down to RGS. Then went KFC for lunch. Talked a lot about school stuff with Alphonsus and Wei Liang while eating lunch. Mind you, this was at 5, so I was pretty hungry.

Went to Karl Heng (sans Daryl who decided to pangseh us to go and do what I dunno watchorihimeporn) to look at some CO stuff at the insistence of Bryan and Emersius who repeatedly assured me that no, they couldn't live without me. That, and the fact that I didn't wanna leave Emersius and Wei Liang and Emersius and Alphonsus and Emersius and John and Emersius and Bryan and Emersius. And Emersius.

Found Mr Poh at Karl Heng, much to my surprise. He left after a while, and I got bored ( read: hyper)so we started fooling around with the instruments. Messed around with a gu zheng, before taking a totally kawaii-nehxx picture of Elmosius holding a xiao ruan. It's DAMN cute, really really cute man. The xiao ruan is like almost his height lor =) Would have taken a LOT more pictures, but people seemed to be in the way.

Arghh....I can't blog! I need to go do my GEOG assignment and come up with a draft for the historical narrative tomorrow. Bloody hell.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007



Me - "Yang En is a bongkia lah."
Yang En - "What's a bongkia?"
Me - "You. Shut up, how dare you question my unquestionable logic, it is called unquestionable for a reason!"

To Danial Yap Zhen Pang Abdullah, also fondly known as (Danial) Yapcheebongx! :

It is your birthday, and thus one more year of happiness, joy, emo-wrist-slitting and your eventual inevitable death. But rejoice, for you have received a birthday cake ( from Nicholas ) and a Black Cherry album from me ( and Yang En and Li Zhi and Alphonsus. But mostly me ) and should thus feel very appreciated.

In other words, happy birthday.

The Ridha Rayson me thing is seriously getting way way freaking out of hand. Seriously.

Apparently, Rayson's once infatuation with me has turned into the bloodthirsty desire for my spleen and other assorted organs found within my body. He wants to rip them out because of what I've done to Ridha. Which doesn't really make sense, because I didn't actually DO anything to Ridha. It's more like what I DIDN'T do to Ridha.

And don't say I rejected him. I never -had- him.

It's getting DAMN freaking annoying lah. I mean, on one hand, I still want to be friends with Ridha. But if even maintaining contact with him means I have to deal with all the stupid harassing-love shit, not to mention the obviously psychotic Rayson, then I'm not sure if I should just ice-age ( completely dao him ) him altogether.

It's not my fault, -at all-. And that's what's pissing me off SO much! I mean, GIVE ME A BREAK LAH. I HAVE TO DEAL WITH SO MANY FREAKING THINGS IN MY LIFE ALREADY, I DON'T NEED TO DEAL WITH MORE SHIT LIKE THIS. I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT, LIKE THE UPCOMING CO CONCERT ( WHICH YOU ALL BETTER GO FOR ) AND SYF(S) AND ALL THE OTHER SHIZZYSHIT AND I SERIOUSLY DON'T HAVE THE TIME AND ENERGY TO GO BE CONCERNED ABOUT ALL THAT CRAP.

Seriously, if this continues, you may just see the wonderful "eff" word pop up amongst a whole line of Emo crap.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY want it to stop. NOW! JUST PLEASE STOP DOING IT TO ME! IT"S DAMN BLOODY IRRITATING, and you're pushing me into a CORNER because you're making me choose between FRIENDSHIP and PEACE OF MIND. I DON"T WANT TO MAKE THAT DECISION, SO PLEASE STOP IT. JUST STOP IT DAMN IT!
STOP HUGGING ME!
STOP STALKING ME!
STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES AT NIGHT!
JUST STOP IT!
STOP IT!
STOP IT!



I don't need to deal with all this CRAP now! I"m not gay, no matter how many LEGIONS of you out there want to believe it! Therefore, I DO NOT appreciate all this relentless HUGGING and SMSES and other assorted crap! CAN'T YOU JUST STOP IT?

You said "I love you." YAR RIGHT. Somehow, I don't believe that, AT ALL! If you so love me, then LET ME GO!

And to Rayson:

If you believe that you can choose who to love, then I've chosen NOT to love Ridha but somebody else, so LEAVE ME ALONE!

If you don't believe that you can choose who to love, then either
A) Ridha wasn't chosen to love me
B) I was chosen to love somebody else

In either case, LEAVE ME ALONE.

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMMIT, LEAVE ME ALONE.

Making me choose between FRIENDSHIP and PEACE OF MIND? WHAT THE HELL? WHY CAN"T YOU JUST STOP IT! WHY? IS IT SO HARD? YOU"RE BASICALLY FORCING ME TO HURT YOU. AND THUS, PSYCHOTIC HOMICIDAL PEOPLE LIKE RAYSON THREATEN ME. Not that I really give a FLYING DAMN about it, but it's STILL DAMN BLOODY IRRITATING.

This is a -last- warning: Stop harrassing me, Ridha and Rayson. Or I will really ignore the both of you. And if you try to continue, I swear to God that I will do my utmost best to give the both of you HELL.

Note: I do not want to see any comments like "Don't be so mean" on my tagboard. In fact, do not even COMMENT on this post, or I'll get DAMN pissed off and go after you. Just because you guys ( especially the CO guys ) normally always see me in a carefree, joking mood does not mean I don't have a temper. I do, and I've been keeping it under control. And trust me, this is not an empty threat, you do NOT want to see me flare up.

SO DON'T PISS ME OFF!

Sunday, January 28, 2007



Me - "Lately I've been playing the sell-my-soul-to-chinese-orchestra-and-stay-back-in-school-until-6-plus-everyday-game."

Okkkk...

Because I promised darling Wee Bian to blog today/tonight, I shall. But my mind is currently quite blank, and I don't really know what to blog about. Well, there is stuff, but I really really cannot muster the effort to go and blog about those issues. It'd take a good...1 hour at least, more given my incredibly short attention sp- hey cool...tissue paper...

Major perk of the week was the EL auditions. Most of the sec 1s and 2s are pretty damn good, as well as a certain Sec 4.

Though I couldn't help but notice that they all liked to taper off at the end of the sentences. As in...getting softer...and softer...and softer...and then softer....

And then softer a bit more.

And another minor grievance was the use of props. Joseph, for example, used a pencil case as a sick cat. Now, although I'm sure it assisted him in bringing out emotions ( ignoring the ever-present smile ), it was quite traumatizing to see him snatch up a "sick cat" and then plopping it back into the "basket" again.

Anyway, we've got our cast I think. Joseph, Daryl, Hansen...er....er....er....er....Cannot remember.

Hansen's audition was unanimously voted ( not that I bothered to ask, but I'm 99% sure ) the best. The only guy who bothered to improve the script, something I was looking for because I personally found the script(s) very boring. Even the Dracula one, after hearing it 10+ times, gets a little tiresome. The added/changed sections proved very humourous, and the stage presence is definitely there. Only thing is, I still find in him a tendency to rush through. Apparently, it was -meant- to be there, but I still found it a tad too fast.

I hated every single audition with people with accents, strong natural accents. Most of them, when reading the script, managed to read it to the point where stabbing my forehead with Danial's red stabilo fineliner seemed desirable. As in, I don't blame them for trying, I don't blame them for their accent, I'm just saying that I absolutely detest those kind of auditions because they make me feel like crying. As in, shoot-me-now-this-is-horrible crying.

And speaking of opinions, whatever happened to freedom of speech? I was talking to Mr Raphael Ong on Friday, and we started to talk about the Lit class. Well, he talked, I bitched. And it got to the point where I said "I find their actions stupid."

To which he reacted negatively of course.

Which makes me wonder: Aren't I allowed to form my opinions about something? I really wouldn't give a flying damn if Maxicheebong and any other of his wannabe-pai-kia doltheads said that my actions are dumb. For one, I can actually justify my actions, instead of "wah lao you gay lah *insert vulgarity* eff off lah linus." And of course, the only thing that they will -ever- be able to accuse me of is being "gay like shit". Meanwhile, I can slowly pick apart their actions, not that they care, because they're too busy.

Last note: The Ridha/Rayson/Me whole biznotch thing is getting out of hand. Arghhhh...blast me, please.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007



Wee Bian - "We should treat Alphonsus today, it's his birthday."
Me - "I'll treat to a cup of cold water."
Wee Bian - "No...I treat him to the cup."
Me - "K, then I treat him to the water."
Bryan - "I'll treat him to the ice."
Me - "Then Yang En can treat him to the straw and Wei Liang can treat him to the tray."
Wee Bian - "See Alphonsus, we're so nice."
Me - "How could you ask for a better birthday present."
Alphonsus - "I'm so touched..."

Oh what wonderful friends we are.

Since I'm going for my ever-lovely-ever-desired tuition in about....30 minutes, I'll probably break this post up into 2 parts. Of course, since I am typing this at the same time as I'm talking with super-cute Emersius and super-phat Bryan, my thoughts will be slightly distracted.

Ok, so today was dear Alphonzi/Alphonsus/Fonzi's birthday. So after writing for 1 hour for an english compo, 40 minutes for a chinese test, then another 10 minutes for CO invitations for the various schools...That's a LOT of writing you know... And my hand still aches now.

Oh bloody hell, Timothy ( Koh ) just signed on with his glaringly bright yellow that sears my retinas so I'm partially blind now and therefore I will mizzspeld sveral wrds.

Opuch.

So...We (Birthday Boy, Yang En, Wee Bian, Wei Liang, Bryan and I ) traipsed down to Parkway, Wei Liang dropping off first at VJC to sell some of our tickets.

Reached Parkway, went to POSB to post the letters to the various schools.

AND AND AND. There was this idiotic man who simply PUSHED me away as I was using the glue for the stamps, then turned around and said "Don't block this can? Does this look educational?"

What the hell man? Does it look like just because you're 5 times my age, balding, smelly, ugly and fat mean you can push me around? HELL NO you old fat flatulent craphead. I have a RIGHT to use the damn glue, and you're not going to lord it over me just because you have "an important' letter to send. Like hell I care.

Back to the pleasantries of how we celebrated The 'Phonsus' birthday.

So after mailing the letters, Yang En leaving halfway for his piano lessons at Rowasteyourmoneyxy and Wei Liang rejoining us, we made our way to

Mos Burger.

I lurbbe Mos Burger. Sure, it's a tad more expensive compared to Maccies or KFC, but the food's a lot nicer, and somehow more fulling. Plus, I lurbbe the atmosphere.

Ate the Ebi Rice Burger as usual. "Surprised" Alphonsus with his birthday card, signed by us and "Angus". Then went home with Wei Liang.

Met Marcus and Matthias on the bus. Despite repeated attempts by both Wei Liang and I to persuade them to come to our concert, they steadfastly refused. Even after Matthias' claim of "It's a Family Day" was refuted by my "Get your family to come to the concert. You're still spending time together." Evil.

And gay-stalking me has risen to a whole new level. Now not only do I have to deal with Ridha, but his nice gay-ass senior Rayson has also taken to messaging/stalking me. While it is nice to know that people are dumb enough to stalk me, it's also immensely creepy. Ridha just hugs me, I have the feeling Rayson wants to rape me. Certifiable by "Come down come down come down to the Band room. Ridha's not here, we'll be alone."

*Shiver*

Ok tuition time.

In any case, I think I'll blog tomorrow. If I have time.

Monday, January 22, 2007



[7th Floor]
Me - "Looks like a fun place to commit suicide."
Chun Yong - "Yep."
Me - "I heard it's a once-in-a-lifetime thing."
Chun Yong - "Mmhmm."

You can thank Chinese Orchestra for this post, because quite a lot of things CO-Related happened that have struck me. For example, a music score dropping on my head. Although that's taking it quite literally.

On a still-CO-yet-unrelated note: Alphonzi's jackBirthday is in 2 days' time. That means a Wednesday, just the day we have a CO break. Guess we need to postpone the jacking.

Eh wait, we meet up every morning. =).

Seriously, I don't know what'd I'd do without my CO friends...I mean, I know I used to bitch about CO and everything, especially in Sec 1, but giving it a chance was the best thing I ever did.

A short list of people I'm extremely grateful to God for putting in my life:
(In no order of importance, although obviously CAPITALIZED / bolded / italicized denote personal preference)

Sec 2s: Emersius, BRYAN, Wee Bian, Jing Qun
Sec 3s: Yang En, Alphonsus, John, Vincent, Michael.
Sec 4s: Amos, Delson, Wei Liang


Obviously, not a comphrensive be-all-end-all list, so don't get all hissy and totally dao me because you weren't on my "Top *counts* 12 VSCO people I lurbbe". Remember, this list isn't going to be like iron-cast, not for a nong, nonger, nongest time , so fret not. I can't possibly include everyone (barring people like Angus) since I'm grateful to everyone for something.

Ren An - Peer Leader Guidance
Hin Kai - Camp Instructor buddy
Ming Cong/Daryl Ho/Daryl How - Soccer buddies

etc etc

See, so now that you know how insanely popular *cough* I am...

Oh...Well, I can always leave the CO stuff for later, I'll blog it tomorrow if need be. I must blog about the PL session because I'm so ooberly-inspired and other shizz.

So after having our last week's PL session postponed/cancelled due to communication-breakdown ( although I highly suspect it's due to the way dear D.A.Y runs things ), we finally had ours today.

1D is a vunderful vunderful class indeed. I'm sure Glen and his ears will testify to that. Basically talked about the school rules, not having poker cards ( guilty ), disrupting the class ( guilty ) and other offences ( guilty, probably ).

Fine, so it wasn't all that glamarous and heart-poundingly-exciting, but it was my first peer leader session.

Talking with Kenneth now on MSN. We are bonding because of our common are, we're both bassists. Sorta. He's a Bass in Choir, I'm a Double-Bass player-person.

Therefore : Bass ( Choir and Double- )

...Oh yes, before I must leave you...Yes, I apologize, but I need my sleep. My wonderful ever-needed beauty sleep. If you say I'm ugly/fugly/car hit my face, that's why I need sleep.

Last week ( or so ), I had just finished a particularly strenous 3-periods of A-Maths by dear Mr Pang, and made my way to the CO room, still mentally working out a factorization problem. Once in the room, I put down my bag and turned around to see Michael and Zi Kai walk into the room.

My first reaction?
Long Pants ( Michael + Zi Kai )

I was mortified approximately 0.232523425959174824 seconds later.

Sunday, January 21, 2007



Me - [Drops pencil] "Oops." [Reaches down from chair, picks it up, knocks eraser down.]
Jo-Ann - "Your eraser dropped."
Me - "Kay." [Picks up eraser, knocks calculator off bed] "Shoot..."
Jo-Ann - "So careful aren't you."
Me - "Shut up." [Bends down, falls off chair] "Bloody shit."

Me - "Don't bounce on my bed. It might break."
Jo-Ann - [O.o] "Then why are you still sleeping on it?"
Me - "There're 3 mattresses and those boxes under the bed. I doubt I'd notice if the bed collapsed and I dropped all of that 1 inch."

[Reversi]
Jo-Ann - "So you taking black or white?"
Me - [Giggling] "You take black. I'll take normal."
Jo-Ann - "What the hell?"
Me - "Well you always did like to corrupt."
Jo-Ann - "That sounds weird. And wrong."

Me - "This is Gin, in ASCII format."
Jo-Ann - [Stares] "Just pretend I'm screaming in a damn high-pitched voice now; I'm too lazy."
Me - "Okay." [Jerks back] "Ouch, shut up lah!"

Spastic Jo-Ann and I get along very well. Yesh.

I don't know why I'm blogging. I have absolutely nothing to blog about, save for the ordinary mundane everythings of everybody's life. Well, except for those starving children in Africa/Nigeria/whatever, doesn't apply to them I guess.

Well, firstly, it only drizzled a bit on Saturday, allowing us despo CO ( Oooo rhyming!) despoes (OOOO REPEITION!) to play a bit of soccer. I <3 style="font-weight: bold;">I-Feel-Like-A-Car-Ran-Me-Over , others call it Exhaustion I think. Almost didn't go CO, because I woke up with the most wonderful headache ever. The headache was so painful, it hurt to think of the pain. And since all I could think about was the pain, it basically hurt like teh uber-shizz.

For some reason ( I suspect insanity ), I decided to drag myself out of bed, washed up, went to the market for breakfast, then Dad drove me to VS. By the time I reached VS, my headache had just about gone away, so I thought I was fine.

By the time CO ended, my head was aching just a liiiiiiiiiiittle bit, but it wasn't raining homgzorz. My thirst to play the game where I either run maniacally after the ball or just stone ( also known as soccer ) overwhelm common sense, and I went to play soccer. Up in the Parade Square.

Blah blah blah, I decided to go into hyper mode and chased after the ball. And of course, being the excellent defender I am and all, I managed to deflect the rammed ball with my face and stomach. Resulting in the return of the headache in addition to a slight breathing problem.

[Fast-Forward] Stoppedplayingafterthatcamehomewithweiliangandthenjo-annandjo-shencameoverandwehad
alotofunandnonsensicalquotesandothershizz.
[/End Fast-Forward]

By Saturday Night, I decided that I should just sleep and stone and sleep. Which I did. Woke up with a bit of a headache, but that cleared itself up soon enough. But that was at...10+. So I didn't go church.

And it's....10.30. Got to go pack my bag for schell (School+Hell) tomorrow.

Buah byes.

Friday, January 19, 2007



Dexter - "Eh Fabian...Don't bully me...You're my ex-husband leh!"
Me - "Got that right."
Dexter - "I mean ex-wife!"
Me - "Who's the baby? Jia Rong?"
Dexter - "That one where got baby? More like DEMON!"

Max - "Tuck in your shirt."
Me - "Yar right, you of all people saying that."
Max - "Lalala...Can't hear you...I'm retarded."
Me - "...Can't argue with that one."

Sigh...

I don't really know what to blog about...

*Reads Musli's blog*
*Reads Danial's blog*

Whee...Still no inspiration.

Oh well, just a small mention about my class. It's getting more and more retarded. And if it were for people like Chun Yong, John, Kay Fong, Dilraj and Joseph, I think I'd blow up.

Brightside: ELDDS looks to have a promising future. All the auditioners today were pretty good, and ...and...

Oh who cares.

Sunday, January 14, 2007



Me - "This is Adeeb. He was from ELDDS, but betrayed us to go to VIP. And now he's come back to seek forgiveness."
Adeeb - "Yes hi, I was in rehab for the past 6 months actually."
Me - "Don't change the story you drug-abusing traitor!"
Adeeb - "Oh shush."
Li Zhi - "You both are crazy."
Adeeb and I - "Not me lah, him...Hey, don't copy me!"

Adeebo is teh lurbbe.

Ok, so I'm back to deliver the second part of my post, as promised. Once again, I am listening to a chinese song, which is named Long Teng Hu Yue. It's suppose to be a song about a celebratory event so joyful that even dragons and tigers prance around with joy.

Oops, now it's changed to Utada Hikaru's First Love. Ever since we started playing it, and consequently Danial sending me the actual song, I've fallen in love with it. Which can be somewhat proved by me having 7 different versions of it. Although the one by Tokyo Kosei might not count since it isn't the whole per se.

Yes, Danial, I used per se again. Deal with it. If you can use Japanese in your posts, I can use rarely-used english words.

Ho hum. After some pondering, I realize that there's not much for me to blog about. Or do for that matter.

Well, there -is- homework, but I don't feel like being all dilligent now. And 3/4th of it is Maths anyway, and I can't do it because I don't understand the chapter. That's not a statement made to invite comments like "But you must try". So don't bother, I will merely sadistically laugh at your pitiful effort.

But I am so -freaking- bored. No creative bolt of lightning has struck me, so that rules out drawing of any sort. Just finished a few rounds of both DotA and ladder Warcraft, so that rules out Warcraft. Homework, as said before, is evil and deserves to be shot 27 times.

So I'm here blogging and listening to music. Such joy.

Damn I'm bored...
Blah...I'll go read a few more guides for DotA. Tirra.

Saturday, January 13, 2007



Ser Yang - "You know why now got so many trains?"
Me - "Why?"
Ser Yang - "Because it's PIG (Peak) hour."
Bryan - "Not funny leh."
Me - "Should I laugh or shiver? Oh well." [Shiverlaugh]

Sorry to all those people out there for not updating my blog. It was cruel of me to deprive you of your last desperate means of killing time. But it's ok, Linus is back here with a post. And he does not know how long it will be. Yes. Linus thinks talking in 3rd-person is really kind of fun. Yes he does.

Haven't had the urge/energy to blog these days, what with the school draining all my energy.

3rd January: Peer Leader Duties for the entire day.
4th~6th : Sec 1 Camp
8th~10th : CCA Trials
11th~13th : "Normal Schooling" By which I mean a black void that sucks away all my energy.

Truth be told, I didn't intend to blog. But as I sat down ( 5 minutes ago ) and on an urge, listened to A-Mei's Wo Yao Kuai Le, the blogging urge came back and I found the energy for it too. It's rare these days to have that, for me at least. Danial seems to be on a blogging spree.

*Digress*
Wo Yao Kuai Le has recently caught my interest. Although any VSCO Member would probably deem it impossible not to, seeing as the NYP Concert ( Which I will get to later ) played a heart-stirring rendition yesterday; we're playing it during practice, it's one in our repetoire of concert songs, and dear Felix and Wen Yuan delivered a heart-chilling, eardrum-searing version of that song. Today, I found out that it is possible to go almost one octave off-key. Fascinating

Nevertheless, I digress in my digression. A Double-Digress? Haha. Anyways, it proves a song that brings out the inner emo in all of us, that part of us that screams LOVE ME DARN IT LOVE ME!, yet we don't express it. Sad, yes, but looking at today's society, it's not surprising.

*/Digress* (Which means the end of my digression for all you coding-illiterates out there)

School's really taking a lot out of me. Recently, I've been coming home and literally collapsing on the bed and falling asleep immediately, only to wake up a good 3 ( or so ) hours later, to find a pile of homework waiting for me. Mind you, I wake up at 6, then I fall asleep in the afternoon at around...4~5 to wake up at 7 or 8. Then I have dinner, then do my homework, only to find myself unable to sleep because of my ever-rejuvenating afternoon siesta. Which means I sleep late, which means I have quite little sleep in the night, which leads to me coming home all exhausted and promptly falling asleep.

Vicious cycle, no?

Which is not to say that I don't enjoy myself in school lah. I'm just not used to my class. I mean, I've always been used to being sort of "important" in the class, and now my class is mostly filled with retards quite rowdy, so I just focus on studying.

Which is good, I suppose. But, I'm just not used to it. Which could explain my overflow of energy during CO ( we have practice almost everyday after school now ), leading to me becoming all hyper, grabbing some random person ( usually John, Yang En, Vincent, Wee Bian, Jing Qun or Amos ) and spinning them round and round repeatedly.

Nanyang Polytechnic concert yesterday was lovely. Maybe because I knew most of the songs ( Wu Ding, Wo Yao Kuai Le, Long Teng Hu Yue ) Or maybe it was the intermix of western and chinese ( Elvis Presley Medley ). Maybe it was the surprise performance of Matsuri, Happy Birthday and I Feel Good.

Which reminds me: Happy Belated 15th Anniversary to NYP! Especially the Chinese Orchestra =)

Their stage presence was wonderful though. Excellent use of lighting, what with a conventional table lamp attached to the music stand to illuminate the scores while the auditorium lights were switched off/dimmed. Created this wonderful "candlelight" ambience that complimented the song ( A Teresa Teng Medley ) very well. The surprise performance of Matsuri was remarkable too. And Zheng Lao Shi's even more surprising performance of Happy Birthday and I Feel Good was teh love.

Speaking of Zheng Lao Shi, he looked really nice yesterday in that outfit. So when he came in a casual t-shirt-and-jeans today, he looked rather plain. Oh well. Saw Wu Lao Shi too yesterday, and he's looking so much better. I was quite surprised at how relieved I felt yesterday, because I'm not that close to Wu Lao Shi. But he's a wonderful teacher, and I can't wait for him to come back. But I think that would mean Zheng Lao Shi would have to leave.

Darn...Any way to have both?

Ooo..It's late now, church tomorrow. Sleep now.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007



Weng Jun - "Oh my god, Bryan fits in the hole!"
Me - "Watch out, don't let him fall! The floor isn't strong enough"
John - "He's channeling Epicenter!"
Me - "Crap crap, run! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
John - "Silence him!"
Me - "Ok! Bryan, shhhhhhh...." [Finger on mouth]
Bryan - [-.-"]

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007



Me - 'Stupid Ainon...Yar yar...I know
Alphonsus - "It's not I know,it's Ainon"
Me - "...Alphonsus...That's....oh my god...it's...it's...........it's..........it's.....I mean...It's so.....wah.....I mean it's like.....WAH LAO DAMN LAME LEHHHH!"

If you don't get it, read it out loud.

People who call Bloggers attention-seekers can just screw off and die.

Sunday, January 07, 2007



Mervin - "The Sec 1s are damn cute lah."
Me - "How cute can they be...I mean, they're-" [Sees Russel] "OH MY GOD!!! SO. CUTE!"
Mervin - "Told you right."
Me - "Shutuphe'sminegetlost."
Mervin - "And I think Ze Qing's going CO."
Me - "I'll never miss another practice if he goes to the cello/bass section."

It should be a sin to be as cute as Russel or Ze Qing. Which somehow or another led to the comparison between Ze Qing and Ye Qing ( Mervin ) with the none-too-surprising result.

Haha...Just remembered the "House Rules" that Dexter and I invented.

Mr Siow - "Welcome to the Victorian Family. Remember, every family has its own house rules."
Me - "Mervin's one is to be paedophilic."
Dexter - "And to have dot dot dot all over their face."
Mervin - "Dexter you die." [Chases Dexter]

Anyway, back to blogging about the camp.

The Campfire was great! Although Kwang Yi and Firdaus' emcee'ing was slightly debatable, I guess it's what they could come up with on such short notice.

Started off with the Class Cheers. Not surprisingly, I didn't like any of the cheers. Almost all the classes simply took a Victorian Cheer and replaced the VS with their class or something similar. 1G's was original, but it was [c]rap. And we all know I hate Rap. Another class, 1C I think, did an original cheer, but I couldn't hear them half the time. And the half of the time I could hear them, I couldn't understand them so it's all bad.

But to expect a class to come up with a cheer, a good cheer isn't easy lah (Look, Wai Wan, SINGLISH ). It'd be nice to see it though.

Had the CIC Number Game thing where a lot of stuff from the entire Alpha-Numeric series flashed onto the screen and the monitors of each class had to memorize and recite only the Capital Letters. None of the classes scored above 5 points. CIC pwnz0rz Sec 1s LolX Nubz.

Then we had the ever-popular game of "Guess The Number". Although I suppose a more appropriate name would be "Don't Guess The Number" since the aim of the game is to, you know, avoid guessing it.

In any case: The teachers played the game. Ms Yong won/lost ( depending on how you wanna look at it ) the 1st round. However, they cruelly ignored my screams of "BANANA DANCE!" for her forfeit, and instead made her tell a cold joke.

Ms Yong - "Which fruit is the strangest fruit?"
Me - [Rolls eyes]
Sec 1s - [Shouts out several fruits]
Ms Yong - 'Wrong! It's the orange. Know why?"
Sec 1s - "No."
Ms Yong - "I also don't know. Strange right?"
[Stunned silence]
Me - "Oh my god..."

Mr Robin Peter Hamilton won/lost next and proceeded to tell a joke about Michael Owen. That was actually funny.

Then we had the Soccer Commentating thing for the teachers. For the 1st time in my life, I willingly screamed GOAL! instead of being all apathetic per usual.

All the teachers ( except for Ms Kara Tay ((LOL!)) and Ms Melissa Lim ) took a shot at commentating. Ms Sheikha's and Mdm Farrah's ones were undoubtably the funniest. And it was in Malay, yet I still laughed. Danial attempted to translate for me, until he collapsed in racuous laughter. Still, I understood enough to laugh my ass off.

Did the Banana Dance for the Sec 1s to a myriad of reactions ranging from stunned to bursting out with laughter.

Ahhh...Dinner now. Blog again later, or tomorrow. Which is as well, I don't feel quite so "bloggy" now and I know I'm definitely not infusing enough emotion into this post.

Saturday, January 06, 2007



(Sec 1 Orientation Camp)
Mr Siow - "Who wants to be entertained tonight raise up your hand."
[A few hands go up]
Mr Siow - "Ok, I'll go entertain you tonight. I'll be wearing white and long hair."
Me - [Nearly falls off seat with laughter]

So many great quotes during the Sec 1 Camp, but unfortunately, I cannot remember a lot of them. Pity pity. If I do remember them, I'll add them in. Don't get your hopes up though.

Sec 1 Camp was...well, a wonderful learning experience. Had to do my Camp Instructor duties, primarily, although I still found time to go help out 1D. Love me Zhong Yi.

Started out fine. Journey to the campsite wasn't eventful with the exception of Nico's and Danial's unique sleeping positions - Upright pseudo-fetal. Creepy, no?

Reached the campsite. Usual scram for sleeping positions ( not that it would matter later, I will get to that). Ended up wth one of the better ( if not the best ) spots, near the wall but not directly next to it. That place I let Danial have, because he doesn't go into a disgust-induced semi-seizure state upon seeing lizards and their ilk.

Got separated ( again ) into our various stations. I had the wonderful, fantastic slack-ass job of manning the GS Stations. A point to note: GS already means General Stations. So GS Stations is actually General Station(s) Station(s). Redundant? Yes. But remember, we have ATM Machines.

More specifically, I was in-charge of the Nitro Crossing station, although I ended up going back and forth between the NC station and the ...Tyre-Thing station ( which Jin Meng was taking care of ).

And oh my god, if the Sec 1 camp is ANYTHING to go by, which it is...They are going to have a lot of problems.

At least the 1st Cluster ( 1G, 1H and 1I ) wasn't that bad. Although Norhalim from 1G did piss me off. Which led to me writing his name down for the "Potential Problems" thing. Dexter and Pei Xiang vehemently objected, but last time I checked, it was based on our own observations and feelings. So quite frankly, I didn't give a damn. I'll write down what I feel until the day I have my freedom of speech right revoked. Deal with it.

Li Zhi says "Hi" by the way, since he was my partner Red Shirt for the 2nd day. Ok, cameo over.

And I really really need to vent a good deal of frustration accumulated during the Camp.

Firstly, the Sec 1s are mind-blowingly defiant. Ok, let's be fair, 90% of them range from "Very playful" to "Insubordination" to "Outright Defiant". I mean, I'm a Red Shirt. I was put in-charge of that station. I know what I'm doing, darn it. Listen to me!

About 3 or 4 times, a few people got injured at my stations. Why? Because they couldn't follow instructions.

At the Tyre station, I repeatedly told them not to throw the heavy tyre over the pole. But apparently, my instructions, assuming they do get through, take at least 10 fricking minutes before it registers in their brain. And thus, they just shove the tyre over the damn pole, and it comes crashing down on their friends. And they get injured.

So, I was already pissed off. Note I said pissed off, not concerned. If they can't/don't want to listen to instructions, then they can get hurt for all I care. There was this Sec 1 guy ( whom Li Zhi says reminds him of Kundun, but I suppose he was on crack/drugs that day ) who was really really treating his classmates like slaves. And when I finally told him to either shut up or treat his classmates with respect, he was like "Who are you to tell me that."

When I calmly told him "Your senior, the one in-charge of the station.", the mortified look on his face was hilarious.

Said Sec 1 guy also ended up injured, and like I said, I didn't really care. And anyway, I was only concerned about him getting hurt BECAUSE I would get blamed.

And before any of you say "Oh, but it is your fault. You are suppose to help them and keep them safe."

Yes I did that. I guided them only. I told them that they could build 2 fricking "towers". I told them to SUPPORT each other. I told them NOT to shove the damn tyres over the pole, but bring it slowly down. If they can't listen to me, then they can just get injured. If any teacher had accused me of not doing my job properly, I would have gladly argued my point.

Nitro Crossing also had its fair share of problems, although that one is quite understandable. For the swinging part at least.

And if there's one thing I vehemently, whole-heartedly HATE about the Nitro Crossing station, it's the first part of the station, the class getting the rope.

The rule was "No jumping. Use anything on your body."

So we pointed out to them that they could use their shirt, pants, shoes and shoelaces. For some classes, Li Zhi stressed the word Shoelaces. And for those really really 'gong' classes, I told them "You can use your shirt, shoelaces, pants, shoelaces, shoes, shoelaces or your shoelaces." When a guy said "huh?", I nearly vomited blood. Vomitting blood is my reaction to most situations.

And the sheer stupidity displayed by some classes during the stations means that either there's a level of intelligence that surpasses mine and Li Zhi's by such an incredible amount that I simply cannot get it, or that they're plain outright dumb. Some wanted to throw a shoe at the rope to knock it forward and have it swing back.

A bloody shoe.

Just for information, the rope was about...2 metres away.

A class actually tried to estimate the distance and come up with some "profound, mind-blowing original method" of getting the rope. After I nearly exploded and Li Zhi calmly pointed out that that was probably the epitome of "Eyepower", they decided to tie shoe laces together.

Here're some statistics:

20 students in that group
20 X 2 shoes per person = 40 shoes.
1 pair of shoes was the Velcro kind, so 40 - 2 = 38

After the decision was made to use shoelaces, they could only get 2, because the students weren't willing to take out their shoelaces. 2...out of 38...2, out of a fricking 38 pairs OF SHOES!

Since they couldn't get more shoelaces, they decided to try catching the rope with those 2 shoelaces and, at our tired suggestion, a shoe. We informed them it was too short. Still, they tried. And of course, they didn't get it. They can't get it. We already told them that it was too damn bloody short and those IDIOTS had to go and try it.

I remember that I finally shouted at them to just "TAKE OFF YOUR SHOELACES, JUST ONE MORE PERSON, ONE. MORE. PERSON!" That scared them, because up to them, I hadn't shouted at all. I mean, I had let my frustration show and all, but I hadn't actually raised my voice. So when I shouted at them, the fright was a catalyst of some sort, I suppose.

In any case, they managed to find and tie one more shoelace. And once that was done, they caught it on their next try.

And remember: This is one group. We had 3 clusters, each broken up into roughly 4 groups.

That makes 12 groups.

I know my blood pressure took a massive hike during 2 P.M to 4 P.M on the 2nd day, Friday. What happened was that I had already finished 2 clusters, the one in the morning nearly driving me to hope the station would just collapse.

Unfortunately for me, it didn't, but that's not the worst of it.

The arrangement was that a cluster would come over to the General Stations. There, they'd be separated into 4 groups. 1 group would do Nitro Crossing, 1 group the Tyre-Station, then the other groups would go to the Challenge Rope Course located near us.

Somehow or another, around 2.30 P.M, Li Zhi and I ran into a LOT of problems with the groups. A lot of Sec 1s from the CRC just kept coming, streaming in. That screwed up our groupings, and basically messed up our section of the General Stations.

After telling all the Sec 1s to just sit down and nearly burst a blood vessel while doing so, we went over to the CRC where I promptly blew my top at Wilgene. He explained that they didn't have enough manpower. Which was completely false because we saw 4 red shirts just sitting on the bricks slacking and talking among themselves.

Going back to the Sec 1s after Li Zhi told Wilgene to ( by hook or by crook ) bar everyone finishing CRC from coming over to the GS, we went back and separated the Sec 1s into...2 groups of approximately 20 each. Li Zhi took one group to go do the Tyre, I took my half to do Nitro Crossing.

After enduring yet another round of pointless questions, ridiculous amounts and abominably-stupid ideas, I did another headcount and found myself with 3 more than I had started with.

Apparently, those Sec 1s in Li Zhi's group got bored, even though their help was needed because they were having problems with the task, and came over to talk and watch, resulting in them mingling with the group. So I had to stop the entire thing, re-separate them and then go find their Peer Leaders, drag them over from CRC and made them stay there to take care of the group. It was either that, or I'd end up shouting again, and my throat was already damn sore.

Li Zhi and I lost count of how many times we nearly cried with frustration.


...

I'll blog again tomorrow. Late now, I'm still tired from a lack of sleep, and there's Church tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007



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PpL HuU TyP3X LyKK DiiS ShuuuD DiiE WorXx.

Bloody irritating.

Yes, I love killing my eyes trying to decipher your retarded, butchered bastardized version of the beautiful English Language, thank you very much.

A good Singapore is one where the citizens shall speak in proper English.

Not that I would profess to be able to speak in grammatically-correct sentences due to over-exposure to the Singaporean twits.

Damn them.

Mervin - "Come, let's go!"
Me - "Uhh...you can stop dragging me you know."
[Once out of the canteen]
Me - [Under breath] "Thanks for slamming me into about 4 tables."

First day of school is over. And let's just say that if everyday was like today, I would have enough material/inspiration/pulitzer moments to update my blog almost daily.

Ok, so today, all the PSL skipped our own classes to follow the Sec 1s around to be their guiding star in this large complex institution. Although as a Sec 1, there were enough signs for directions, not to mention the canteen was glaringly obvious, so it puzzles me how some of the dear Sec 1s could possibly be so misguided as to walk in the opposite direction. Ah well.

And a regret I must mention is that I cannot possibly be a Monitor this year. Missing class today was bad enough, but because of the Sec 1 camp tomorrow and friday, I can't "run" for the Monitor or Assistant Monitor positions either. Now I might not be in the Class Committee either, which might prove both a boon and a bane, depending on how I look for it.

The cheering session today...was a disappointment to say the least. The Sec 1s were rather unenthusiastic, nah, they were VERY unenthusiastic. It was really quite disappointing to see the lack of energy and enthu-ness in those young somewhat-innocent peeps.

Then again, further reflection has brought to mind the comparision and likening of them, to us. I mean, us Red Shirts during the Leadership Camps, the Leadership Training Camp ( LTC ) to be precise. If we were like them, so dead, then no wonder the seniors nearly had seizures trying to be all ra-ra and infuse some excitement and enthusiasm into us.

But it was really, the lecture / debriefing we were given post-cheer that smacked me in the face, figuratively speaking of course.

During the effort to teach the Sec 1s the School Anthem, senior Gabriel was singing at the top of his lungs. I distinctly remember thinking of him as foolish, embarassing, and somewhat crazy and even leaned over to tell Danial so.

But later, during the debriefing, he explained that he sung so loud to get everyone to sing louder. And when I think back, even though he was freakishly loud, even though he was abominably off-key, when he stopped, wasn't the singing a whole lot louder?

Yet, if he hadn't justified (It's not the proper term, but somehow, I would prefer to use this term now ) his actions, I doubt I would have figured it out. So much for maturity, eh?

Another thing that struck me was the sentence "You might have given your best. But if that's your best, then it's not good enough", uttered by Ren An, if memory serves me.

I believe that statement came about because of two things, possibly interconnected

1. The cheering wasn't good enough
2. (Possibly thus leading to) A lack of enthusiasm amongst the Sec 1s

For now, we'll exclude number 2. Discussing both my thoughts on 1 and 2 together would probably lead to confusion and a very cross-eyed me.

Isn't your best, 100%? Or as some, like me would say, 110%? I ,for one, don't accept the argument that your best can be better. For me, I believe that if your best isn't good enough, then it's because of yet another 2 reasons:

1. You haven't reached your true best
2. You aren't good enough

While number 1 is the more likely reason of the two, for this cheering fiasco at least, I do think that maybe number 2 could play a part as well.

Some of us do our best. But because of the rest not following and putting in all their effort, it collectively does not reach the "Best" benchmark.
But what if our best, our collective best, really isn't up to standard?

Which just calls for an overall attitude improvement. We have the Sec 3 camp and the Cross-Country Championships ahead of us, in about...3 months time, give or take. Let's not fail the seniors.

We've failed the seniors several times now. And it's because of an attitude. I see those with the "Let's do this so we can go home" attitude in these kind of positions. I think we can assume that they just have an attitude-problem ( so to speak ) . The other option I've considered is a flaw in the so-called "system" , leading to a lack of enthusiasm overall. The seniors picking those ,who aren't good enough, to be leaders would also be considered a flaw in the "system", so it falls under that category anyway.

-But-

I feel the Sec 1s are to blame too. They just weren't taking it seriously. Some of them were laughing even. And maybe that's wholly our fault now, come to think of it. If we had done better, surely we could have at least gotten the message through to some of them.

Then again, if they don't have the willingness, we don't have the way.

So I ask myself this question:

"If we don't inspire the Sec 1s, is it really completely and utterly our fault?"

Sometimes, I wonder if we just did it better, a whole lot better, then no matter how strongly anti-cheering/whatever they feel, we could change them, for the better. But is it really true that we can do that?

Which is stronger...The will to change, or the will to resist.

We could give our best. But if they want to fight it, really want to fight it, then what can we do?
But, if they still want to fight it, maybe we aren't good enough at all...

This world suddenly seems too large and complex for me.

Hope to find solace and wisdom in prayer.

God, I need your strength now, more than ever. To change me, to improve myself, and those around me.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007



Me - "Of course. Angus is teh <3iest>
Emersius: Besides you, you mean.

First ever quote taken from my tagboard.

Aha. After another almost-hiatus, I have dragged myself back into the blogging realm to amaze, astound and alarm you all with a 2000 plus plus PLUS word post. Hopefully. I doubt I shall be actually counting, that is, copy+paste into OpenOffice Writer and word-count, because I am not that desperate. Of course, my level of desperation could rise steadily as the days pass, culminating in a last futile attempt to save my blog.

On an unrelated note that I have the sudden uncontrollabe desire to add: The day the FBI/CIA cracks down on my blog will be the day I shall watch my words. Then again, if Xiaxue can get away with what she writes, then my "vulgarity" surely passes the vulgaradar.

Back to the blog.

So, 2007 is upon us. Like I've come to expect, the countdown fell far short of expectations. Thanks to my digestive system disagreeing with something I ate, I had to miss the obviously-superior countdown at church. I say superior, because you get to spend it with God. And we all know God pwns all.

But before we look into the crystal ball to see the future, we must look into the past because I broke the crystal ball and I need to find my scotch tape. Hur hur, not funny Linus.

2006 saw me undergoing a change in academic-attitude. Not to the point where I would, you know, do my homework ASAP. Of course, seeing as that the typical VS attitude is to simply -not- do the homework at all, I suppose I'm somewhat "slightly etter."

However, slightly better than crap is still quite bad the last time I checked. If "mediocre" was a platform, I need a very very tall ladder to reach it.

So therefore, as one out of my 15 resolutions, I will change my academic-attitude for the better. Hopefully.

And I refuse to call it New Year Resolutions. Somehow, it just has the connotation that you make it on New Year and the next day...Poof, gone. No. A resolution should be for the entire year.

Speaking of resolutions, here's my list.

[Resolution List]

1. Be close(r) to God
2. Pray and attend church more often. I must stop pon'ing
3. Develop a positive and healthy attitude towards studying
4. Do my job as the ELDDS Vice-Chairman well
5. (Hope this comes true) Do my job as the [Insert CO Committee-Post] well.
6. Get an average of 75 and above, preferably 80+
7. Treat my juniors well
8. Draw more often. There's creativity flowing within me peeps.
9. Figure out what to do with the rest of my life
10. Watch more Anime ( Death Note and Bleach )
11. Start reading the newspaper. My "Current Affairs" are "so last year"
12. Get closer to my family.
13. Make more friends
14. Get back to playing the Piano?
15. Learn Japanese

Yeah, good luck with the last one.

You know...Well, actually, you -don't- know, so I'll let you know. Anyways, Hin Kai and I were talking on the bus to the Maris Stella High School concert ( which sucked massive balls for your information. Kou Dis are also creepy ) when I was suddenly struck by the insatiable urge to ask who's the future comm? So Hin Kai, being all Hin Kawaii and stuff, decided to play Yes/No questions.

"Am I the chairman?"
"No"
"Am I the vice-chairman?"
"No"
"Am I even in the comm?"
"Errrr...Not yet."

Truth be told, after hearing that, I was quite disappointed lah. I didn't expect to possibly vie/vye for the Chairman position, that's for Yang En and Vincent to go fight over. But Vice-Chairman would have been a nice post...And now, I have to entertain the possibility that I might not be in the Committee.

I kinda thought it was a given that I would be in the commitee. Seeing as that out of the other...errr....candidates...only a few really do show what they have to contribute. People like Vincent Ooi and Yang En ( to name two ). But now...Argh...I guess the saying "Don't count your chickens before they hatch" is sorta true.

And I hope Delson doesn't want to keep the SL position. Then it'll go to me...or Michael. Hmmm...I must eliminate Michael.

*Plots*
[Insert evil laughter, lightning, thunder, cackling etc]

Then there's always the question of who likes the CCA, who loves the CCA, and who loves the CCA. Is there a difference between liking the CCA because of the atmosphere, the culture and the people...and liking the CCA itself? I thought that they're sort of connected somehow. But if I am to answer honestly, I would say I love CO because of the people.

And now, for the Future.

Seeing as I currently hold ELDDS Vice-Chairman, am a Triple Red Shirt and take Literature, this should prove to be a fun albeit tiring year. I foresee breakdowns and PMSing, hopefully these don't happen. Often. Or at all. Because a grumpy Linus is not a nice Linus.

..Ugh, it's 10+...I'll...probably blog...Well, I'd say tomorrow, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. Tomorrow's a busy busy day, and we are busy busy people. Yes, we are Singaporeans, we run the daily rat race. Whoo hoo.

And of course, a Christmas Present to all of you:

Lino squeezed Panda at 9:51 PM