Me - "Pang is zui4 pang4. And not just because his surname is pang. But that is a good reason."
> x < \__/ <---- What Mr "Uber" Pang drew on the board while teaching inequalities today. Caused immense laughter for a long long time.
Chinese class today was fun. Especially the topic about the pussywillows. In my defence, I strongly proclaim that I was trying not to laugh as she explained about the "long hard" branch. Then she would have to mention that when you break it, it's hairy and white stuff comes out. Of course, it doesn't really make all that much sense, but we are Sec 3 boys with RAGING hormones. Sexual innuendo abounds.
25.5 /40 for my chinese test isn't too bad, it gives me an A2 for CA1 ( 25.5+31+14 ) which is quite decent. However, since there is an unfortunate lack of a lurbbely Literature CA ( which is quite the irk ), I suppose that there will be no Literature mark, which will force me to take a weaker subject in my R5. This is, of course, bad.
English - 1 Chinese - 2
L1R5 of 3 so far, 4 more subjects. I should get roughly B4 for my Physics, all thanks to the ridiculously difficult test paper. Retrospectively, I suppose that I should not have assumed that it'd be a written paper, instead of the almost-practical one that we got. Also, I am surprised that we were tested on Pendulums and periods, because we haven't learnt that yet.
Blah.
I wonder why I'm blogging now. There is that Physics assignment due...yesterday...that I still haven't gotten around to complete. However, I'm quite sure that something is wrong with the fundementals of my experiment. Thus, Mr Imba will have to check for me tomorrow.
Oh yes, mathematical concept:
L O G Linus OnG
XD
Good night =) This was a random post anyway, so I shall stop it right and now, without bothering to fully complete this sentence (see the lack of a full-stop? NO PUNCTUATION MEANS NO END OF SENTENCE WAHAHA!)
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:23 PM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
[Bus] Me - "What's your favourite maths topic?" Wei Liang - 'Trigonometry." Me - "Next favourite topic?" Wei Liang - "Maths." Me - "..." Wei Liang - =3
[MSN] Emersius - "During my Sex 1 orientation." Bryan - "..." Me - "What a pleasant mistake."
[ELDDS Drama] Mr Daniel Tan - "Ok, start!" All - [Long loud moaning] Gajendran - [High-pitched] "Ah! Aie! AAH! OW! AI!" Me - "Wait, stop sto-[dissolves into helpless giggles]
[CO Room] Yang En - "We go over there for the meeting" [Points at a dark area] Me - [Holding minutes book] "You want me to go blind issit?"
[Class] Mr Imran - "Did you guys bring your 2 forms?" Me - "Yes! Look, Kay Fong and Ting Fong!" Class - [Stunned] Mr Imran - [O.o] Me - [Giggles]
Yes, I am back blogging, one day earlier than I said. That may or may not be a good thing for you people out there, I'm not too sure myself, but fact is that I am blogging right here, right now and yardadadada.
Reading Danial's completely emo post kinda made me want to blog. Then I realize that that would be quite redundant because I have expressed my utter and complete disdain for incredibly dumb acts like slicing myself to bits to solve my mental pain. I have so much mental pain that if I were to slit one inch per painful thought, I'd end up looking like Tamim.
Note: Tamim is about the freakiest thing that could have been spawned by a man-from-Chernobyl-and-a-woman-from-Hiroshima. He can be the poster boy for safe sex.
"PRACTICE SAFE SEX, OR END UP WITH THIS! [Insert Tamim's face] On second thought, that would probably result in the complete abstinence of sex for fear of spawning another creature such as Tamim.
Summary: Slitting wrists to solve pain isn't particularly good because (MOST IMPORTANT) you damage your beautiful skin and leave ugly red marks that are so not glam, ok?
Imran revealed to me during Monday's Lit class that he has a blog. He was quite stunned when I pointed out that people like him who have blogs usually have very short posts and stop posting altogether quite soon because they only blog to show their "InnErMOst" feelings. Either that, or they switch to an EMO-NEMO skin, then stop posting. Wrist-Slitting anyone?
Just got my braces tightened yesterday. Was pretty dead this morning due to the uncomfortabilitynessdededasdad of the braces. It's like being french-kissed, only for about 24 hours and not comfortable.
CO Commitee is having problems already. If this continues, then we are deadeadead. Of course, people like Joel wouldn't give a shit. Then again, such people can scold me after I scold Vincent Sim, AFTER warning him to stop pissing me off. I ended up scolding him, then scolding Vincent Sim, then scolding him, telling him to shut up, listening to ONE insult then firing back one DAMN long line of bitchiness then returning to scolding him. Then scolded him some more.
AND OF COURSE Joel would complain at Commitee Meetings. Firstly, he doesn't appreciate that Mother already chose him to be the comm, without which none of us would select him. I rather select Eusebio or someone else who actually gives a flying damn. Guess what Joel says at comm meetings?
"Can I go now." "Waste of time. When does this end?"
Which resulted in me scolding ( duh ) him last morning and telling him that he could either be a part of the commitee, or get the f- out. Typically, being the thick-skinned bastard he is, he got up to leave; but Yang En stopped him. I see not why, Joel wasn't contributing anything.
I know some people think that I'm damn arrogant and damn full of myself or something. And frankly, while it does concern me somewhat, I feel it doesn't really matter after all. I do what I do because I'm honest and truthful to what I believe. And why not? Freedom of speech is a right, and until they bitchslap that 500 feet into the ground, I will embrace that right. I do what I do, because at the end of the day, I get my job done. It is not my problem if you cannot finish your job, but I will not allow it to affect mine. That's why I will really scold someone, because I believe that personal matters should not affect your professionalism. I don't stick to it utterly of course, because it is inevitable that sometimes personal matters spill over and affect and I can forgive that, but stupid little excuses and recalcitrancy are what irk me. Maybe it comes off as arrogance, because I can stand up in class and tell someone exactly what I think of them.
Take Maxicheebong for example. I have absolutely no problem scolding him in class. He once said " But I didn't do anything to you what, why do you hate me so much?" To which most of his "friends" nodded.
Maybe I'm the short-sighted one. But just because something isn't done directly to me, does that mean I will not be offended. If I were to bomb the market when his family was there, would he be pissed? Of course! But wait, just wait, I didn't do anything to him what! Why should he hate me?
Sometimes, I don't always explain my actions and what I feel inside. And that's because I judge and find it useless. Will, for example, Maxicheebong, Rio and the rest of those idiots try to understand. I have, and that's why I can resolutely stand by my opinion, because I have considered the other point of view. But they won't. And if anybody dares to tell me that I should let them try, please go and die. There are some things that just don't happen, no matter how many times you THINK and FEEL it'll happen, it won't. It just won't. And it pisses me off how people can come in and say "You should give him a chance". I know it won't, and it won't. And nothing you say and hope will change it, because it won't. It's a waste of time, it's a BLOODY DAMN WASTE OF TIME!
... .. .. ... .. .. ... Maybe this is how some people, like Danial, feel when someone tells them that wrist-cutting is dumb. Maybe they can see something I can't, that I lack the "transcendence" needed. Maybe they are right.
Because it's easier to change yourself. Because even when you think you're right, a group of "wrong" people will force you to conform. But I won't. And because of that, maybe I"m the short-sighted one. Maybe I'm the short-sighted one after all.
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:49 PM
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
SORRY!
Blogging hiatus =(
I realized, over the past few days, that I've felt pressured and obliged to blog. To me, my blog should be something that I do willingly, that it's up to me to blog as and when I feel like it.
Also, I shall try and regain what creativity I had...I dunno, my blog posts these days feel forced and artificial, very fake. Hopefully, when I come back, it'll have more of "me"
Dunno how long it'll last. Maybe 1 week, maybe 2. I dunno...
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:02 PM
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Happy Chinese New Year! But I don't really care.
Yes it is me. I AM BACK GOLLY GEE WOW!
Unfortunately...
I shall only blog tonight. Meanwhile, I am off for a meeting with KKMC's Life Group members for a little rendezvous at the uber Li Anne's house. It promises to be a meeting that will shizzle and fizzle my life and hopefully reignite my faith in the Lord; the flame which burned so bright before and has fizzled out in recent years. Oh noesxz!
Hmnmm a little while more before I go and bathe, so I shall pen/type out several, or a lot, more before I go off to bathe and shower. Oops, redundancy.
Arghhh Literature Essay and CommonWealth final essay due tomorrow. Literature Essay shouldn't be -that- hard, but thanks to the wonderful procrastinating that I have been especially guilty of the past days, coupled with the similar procrastinating regarding CommonWealth, I will be chionging through the essays when I get back. Of course, since it's still Chinese New Year, visitations are in order and today it is my turn to be visitateddeded. The violent one (Jo-Ann) and the ear-drum shattering one (Jo-Shen) are probably coming over. Randall, Kegan and Nigel are being oppressed by EXAMS *DUM DUM DUM* so they'll not be here. Never mind, they are here with us in spirit. I can already hear their voices!
Randall: Eh pea. Nigel: Pea Kegan: Haha, pea.
DARN YOU!
Oooo, I've got to rush off now. Even though it's still quite early, which means I have to wait. Never mind, I have my lurbbely mp3 or mp4 whichever to accompany me, as well as a book by a Mary Higgins Clark who is proving to me with every book of hers that I read, that she is an excellent writer. Maybe her books will rediscover the voracious reader within me that has been locked away these past few years thanks to the joyous mind-numbing pasttime I call GAMING.
RAWR
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:29 AM
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
So where do we go from here? I know it was a shock...It was impulsive on my part... The stunned silence... Where do we go from here? Because we can't go back. Things have changed, everything's changed... Where do we go?
Listen To Your Heart
Lino squeezed Panda at 6:50 PM
Monday, February 12, 2007
Ser Yang - [Puts arm around Emersius] Me - "OH NO YOU DON'T!" [Runs forward, puts arm around Emersius] Ser Yang - "Mine!" Me - "No, mine!" Emersius - "I feel like a male prostitute."
Bryan Heng rocks. No, I was not paid/bribed to say that, it's out of my own free will. =) I'll explain why later. So stay tuned to my blog. Or just scroll down if you're that lazy.
Today was a day that epitomizes roller-coaster feelings, yup yup.
Went to school early today for the "important meeting for chairs and secretaries" , according to the SMS Yang En sent me. In my sort-of drunken stupor when I received the message ( aka just having woken up for a nice little afternoon doze), I forgot that it was Yang En that sent me the message.
Reached school, talked crap. Ser Yang came at 7+, but forgot what he wanted to talk to us about. I also discovered then that I had forgotten to bring my tie, since I had happily tossed it into that clothing-bag thing last Friday and forgot to pack it.
Ran around like a maniac trying desperately to find a tie. And then, out of the blue, like a superhero flying out of the clouds in a terribly-cliched cliche ( wtf ), a certain person appeared to help me. Needless to say, I am now eternally grateful to said person, since I always liked said person to begin with.
Like in a normal way, I mean. Not lovey-dovey, male-to-male Ivanasexchuu kind of love.
Mr Low gave us a half-day, but of course, I knew that we had CO prac on that day, and CO Prac > all.
And Kenneth Tay's back in school, after a bout with shingles and with some weird cream on him that smells strangely addictive. Uh oh.
Had some Total Defence thing in the hall that I won't go into details about. In fact, considering I rushed my CommonWealth essay of a spectacular 1222 words yesterday, I am highly surprised that I am willing to blog, at all. And Tamim's essay is a "mere" 1000 words more than mine.
Darn him.
CO rehearsal for Chinese New Year in the hall was wonderfully sucky. Without the Sec 4s, the wholle thing kinda fell apart. Bryan conducted rather...badly lah, but since it's his "first" time, cannot blame him la. Oh look, coincidence, talking to him on MSN about this now. =)
Oh, and no Sec 4s = 2 Zhong Ruans - Vincent and Nigel.
At least he's willing to improve himself. That's not really something common these days, since most people can just be "oh I have xxx post so I'm good enough" already.
So kudos to Bryan.
After prac, decided to skip Pizza (OMGWTFBBQ) in favour of going ThaiPan with lotsa people.
Ser Yang, Wei Liang, Bryan, Alphonsus, Elmosius, Chen Ee, Daryl (who left shortly after), Vincent, Wee Bian, Hin Kai, Yang En and Jing Qun ( who joined later )
ThaiPan is a wonderful wonderful wonderful place! I simply lurbbe it ok. Great atmosphere, and great food and best, it is DAMN cheap. As in, $3 for a decently-big plate of Ee Mee. YES PLZ! It is damn nice lor. Damn nice. Damn nice.
OMG I AM SO TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH THAIPAN OK! Their Ee Mee and Sambal Kang Kong are DAMN NICE. AND SO IS THE FREE DESSERT. And my fan IS LEAKING on me DAMMIT THAT IS...
Wait...What?
Umm...Yar...So, um I'm tired now so I think I'll go sleep because I'm tired now and sleeping helps relieve...sleepiness and since I'm tired that means I'm sleepy so sleeping is naturally the answer to my problem also typing in sentences without punctuations is extremely fun and especially if you are lazy enough to not bother to even go back and edit out extremely prominent spelling mistakes
Lalalala
But before I go, I present two pictures. One is a picture of the delightful Elmosius looking irresistably cute as always ( probably only bested by the Bubble Bobble dinosaurs ).
The other is the promised photo of Bryan. It should say it all. Note: Look at the smaller bowls, then Bryan's bowl. Note 2: Everyone had taken their share anyway, so it was pretty fine for Bryan to take the bowl. Also, he was a genuinely good sport by allowing us to take this photo. We <3 chuu Bryan!
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:27 PM
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Me - "I guess I should be a bit disgusted at the fact that I giggle at the sight of cute furry animated animals being ripped to shreds. But...I'm not."
BLINDING COLOURS LIKE THIS REALLY REALLY IRK ME! N SO DUZ TYPG LYK DIS
Idiots...
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:32 PM
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Me - "You'll do fine." [Shakes Weng Keong's hand] Weng Keong - "Wow, a firm handshake. Let us enjoy every moment of it." Me - "Errrr....o....k..." Weng Keong - "A little tighter....Ok, a little looser...Yes, that's just right." Me - "Ok, I'm going to step away from you for just a little while."
Me - "Emersius, will you just take the damn picture and stop eating my Hello Pandas." Emersius - [Mouth full] "Nwoh."
[Rehearsal] Weng Keong -"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, please rise to welcome our Guest Of Honor." Oswin - [Walks in] "Hi." Me - "Such apt timing."
Oh noes, it's Linus and he's back with more crap, more not-funny quotes and other assorted junk! If that's what you were thinking when you saw this blog post, then I assure you that you will not be disappointed.
Just kidding. But this shall be a LONG POST ( I know because I actually scrolled back up to type this and it is a DAMN long post and you shall read ALL OF IT HAHAHAHA!Gurglesplutterchoke)
SLI yesterday was the lurvve.
But first:
Went to school with the intention of printing my ever-lovely Geography essay, only to find that I had saved it in a format the IT club computer found inaccessible and thus, panicked. Like mad.
Obviously, with about 15 minutes left to assembly, I couldn't very well type all 873 words of my essay, complete with inconsistency in detail levels and grammatical mistakes. So thus, I resigned myself to my fate and decided that if Mdm Kwok would be benevolent enough to let me hand it in after school, I would gladly go print it out.
Assembly was in the Parade Square, which I find very questionable. On days where the Parade Square isn't wet / just experienced a wet night, they make us assemble in the hall. On both occasions this year that we have assembled in the Parade Square, it was wet, and dripping.
Oh, and on Thursday, there was a public caning over Srinivas peeing into Peng Hock's water bottle. I don't think he deserves it, however, I do not feel sorry for him. It is rather difficult to feel sympathy for someone who has the reputation of being the 2006 Sec 2 bitch, and him proving it true seconds after you meet him.
With that said, Srinivas is -also- a retainee. And with the way things are going, that is one very doomed nutcase.
Oh well, BPang's lesson was rather good. Thanks to supa-imba TWLiang who generously loaned me the pink A-Maths assessment book that BPang just"concidentally" has, every single question that came out for the test is one that I have done before. Or a variation of it anyway. With that said, I am in no way expecting future tests to be like that. BPang will eventually catch on when I screw up homework, but miraculously solve the more complex problems. Either that, or he will think that I am one of those eccentric geniuses who can mentally do complex differentiation and calculussimultaneously but screw up 1+1=?
I hope it's the second.
However, I suppose that I'm not getting full marks because of a careless mistake, as always. If I remember correctly, it was (2root3 - Xroot3) squared. Whatever it was, my answer was 18-9 = 9. However, it's impossible to get that ( within our syllabus anyway) since root3 squared is 3 already. Needless to say, 16/18 will be my mark, hopefully.
Got back the Historical Narrative, 23/30 isn't too bad, especially since I forgot about it until the day itself. My story was absolutely bullshitty, and I am surprised that MJFox even gave me 23. Tamim on the other hand, got a 27, and rightfully so. His composition was breathtakingly deep, and was written in 1 hour to boot. The topic was Racial Riots, and I just know my low marks were obtained because I really really don't give a flying damn about the racial riots. It's gone, it's over, it's past. Sure, it's a sign of how Singapore has improved, overcoming racial barriers.
I'd just like to mention one line from Tamim's composition ( it's a compo, not an essay according to MJFox) that really struck me and left me quite stunned, frankly.
"Shido was shunned (because of his mixed heritage and skin) . Shunned by the blind. The blind who claimed they could see colours!"
That was really wow'ing for me. I am jealous.
After recess, Ms Seetho walked in to take over the Geography lesson. I profusely thanked God.
Then she revealed that she was only taking us for the 1st lesson since Mdm Kwok was busy calculating O'Lvl results.
Ouch.
Anyway, learnt how to tackle the Evaulation question. I will probably use a combination of Ms Seetho's and Mdm Kwok's methods. Oh yeah, Mdm Kwok ever-benevolently gave me a chance and will let me hand my work up to her on Monday. THANK YOU MDM KWOK!
Plus, she'll be holding a Geography remedial lesson for us on Monday. Unfortunately, Maxicheebong has expressed the desire to attend.
Let me rant:
Maxicheebong is what I consider to be the epitome of an asshole. He is the kind of person who will talk in class, DISRUPT the class, then walk up to the teacher, shirt tucked out and all and ask the teacher to explain again. Since I'm sitting at the front of the class, I can hear him say "Sorry Sir/Mdm, I don't understand." Thankfully, that is also the prime position for people like me to mumble ( loud enough ) : "Try paying attention next time Max, so you don't have to give bullshit excuses." Sometimes when I'm irritated enough, especially during BPang's lesson, where I already have to really really focus, only to hear him singing, excuse me, screeching again in a voice so off-key Pock Thong would corrode. Then later, he has the audacity to ask for help.
And of COURSE he'll say "Sorry" repeatedly. Apparently, he doesn't know the meaning of Sorry. Maxicheebong, if you ever read this blog, which I doubt you will since you are the sad little bastard you are, go and die.
No wait, I was asked to be nice.
Please go and die.
[/Rant]
I need a fire-font where the words are surrounded by fire to express the blazing emotion of my heart as I hammer my keys. Only it's not really hammering because the aircon is on at a deceivingly-hot 24-degrees and my hands are rather numb. And I can't type with my blanket (Which is currently draped around me ) over my fingers. Because my fingers are already fat and stubby and adding a cumbersome blanket will only compound the problem.
Hmm...I prefer this style of blogging, language, literary language, whatever. It's an improvement over my "old" type anyway. =)
Ok, now for SLI.
Oh it was sad. Oh it was sad. Oh it was sad when the great ship went down. All the husbands and wives, little children lost their lives. Oh it was sad when the great ship went down.
Sorry, random LTC moment. This bloody song pops into my head everytime I consider the question "How was it", irrefutable proof that it has been pile-drived into my head and will remain their for all eternity. And just for information, the song refers to the sinking of Titanic, and I distinctly remember Chee Xi Jian, Gabriel asking us to sing it in a cheerful manner.
Anyway, went to the CO Room after school to plan the nightwalk and other crap with Alphonsus, Bryan, Emersius, John, Vincent and Yang En. (Hey cool, it's in alphabetical order) Zi Kai was there, but it doesn't count because he didn't do jackshit.
Went down to the hall to see the O Level results. 2006's Sec 4A achieved a staggering mean L1R5 of 7.8. Wei Liang, Yang En and I were pretty stunned.
Most of the seniors I know scored well. Wish them all the best in the years ahead!
Walked the nightwalk route ( it's about 20 mins long ) and then went up to the CO room. The aforementioned 5 pang'seh'd me to go to the Media Club, so I decided "what the heck" and ambled off to the Flexi rooms to "supervise" the ELDDS SYF drama cast.
A promising bunch indeed. However, I am not pleased with some of them. And then again, most of them have no experience in this area, and it's quite understandable. Besides, I am on a self-improving journey and my first step is to be more forgiving. But there are exceptions, for example, Maxicheebong.
SLI rehearsals went fine. Went up to the CO room to find Wei Liang, Ser Yang and Alphonsus there. Played dai di, got Ser Yang to style my hair (thanks=3) then rushed down to the hall, complete and burning in my t-shirt, long-sleeve shirt AND blazer.
Ceremony didn't start until 6.45. Glen gave us a scare when he repeated the handphone announcement, I thought he screwed up already.
My lungs had the weird burning pain a few minutes before the thing started. Gave Weng Keong, Nicolas and Glen quite a fright I think. Danial, per normal, didn't give a damn. A long swig of pure mountain water ( which runs perfectly fine in the mountain but "expires" in a bottle -.- ) fixed that.
Went up on stage, and the stage nerves all disappeared. I'm not nervous on stage, for some reason, just before it. I'm actually comfortable on it, seeing everyone. Guess it's because my unfounded fears and everything all disappear. Reality is undeniable =) Except by those wanna-be philosophers. They can go and happily contemplate my existence and thus substantiate their existence and their thinking and wonder if we are truly alive or just the figment of an over-active conundrum [Insert long cheemenology].
Take that.
Stumbled once, and I am grateful it is only once.
Went out for dinner with Wei Liang, Ser Yang, Alphonsus, Pocky Thongy, Andrew, Kwok Cheung and Ser Yang's friend at ThaiPain at censored, thus giving up my camera-whoring opportunities with the rest of the SLI people. Had great fun at ThaiPan, and I'll choose to believe that I made the correct pseudo-sacrifice. Oh wait, I could have just said choice.
Ok...I've blogged. Church tomorrow. So I shall sleep. In about..an hour's time.
Lino squeezed Panda at 9:15 PM
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Weng Keong - "..For the students to flourish..." Me - [Dramatic hand gesture] Weng Keong - [Dissolves into laughter]
Yes, I haven't been blogging. But it's okay, I'm not Xiaxue or Kennysia or MrMiyagi or any other famous blogger whose livelihood depends upon readers so I guess I'm still fine.
Haven't been blogging lately because up to last Sunday, I found a new game, the-stay-back-in-school-everyday-until-7 game. It's quite fun, albeit extremely exhausting, and when you get home to find a nice mountain of homework just waiting to topple and bury you, it's quite daunting, to say the least.
Concert was pretty blah. Weng Keong and Glen provided comic relief in form of their hilariously disastrous emceeing. Although since I did give them the script late, it's my fault too.
And some news concerning CO has got me all excited and jiggles my funny bone =)
Oh well, now that concert's over, and thus the frantic practices, it's back to normal mundane school life, catching up on homework and sleep and such. I still find myself practicing fingerings for songs when I'm bored in class, which sort of scares me.
I hear the footfalls outside my door. It's either mum doing some exercises, auntie Melda repeatedly running up and down the stairs for no reason, or a poltergeist that is semi-solid and capable of footsteps. Needless to say, it is undoubtebly the poltergeist.
Mr Ong, no not me, Raphael Ong was sick today, stomach flu if I remember. Spent about 10 minutes in the morning looking for the class after talking with Weng Keong for a few minutes, then turning back to find them all "poofed" away. Finally found them in the library. Basically revised some stuff for 1st period of Lit class, then the stomach flu gave us 2 free periods in which I chionged logarithm questions from the A-Maths assessment/Workbook that imba Wei Liang was ever-so-nice to lend to me. Had a short read of Mr Ong's short story, looks pretty nice, if not schizophrenic.
A-Maths Log test postponed to Friday. In the words of Goh Hao Ming - Sian
Learnt Quadratic formula though, which apart from the Cross-Method is the fastest for me to solve Quadratic problems. Woo hoo.
Got back my Contemporary Realistic Narrative. 25/30 ain't bad, tied for highest in class with ...3 or 4 others. Must beat them next time =) Spent the entire 3 periods doing comprehension. Andrew Seow brought a lighter to school, proceeded to be all megalomaniacal, playing with the lighter in class and resulting in getting it confiscated. If that isn't a sign of a sick, sad deprived childhood, I don't know what is. And no, I will not "censor" my words. I think Andrew Seow is an attention-seeking dope, and that's MY personal opinion. It's also MY blog, and if you're so affected by what I say that you HAVE to believe every single thing I write, that's your problem. Get a personality and beliefs. I have my own and I'll stick by them kthnxbai.
Wrote a discursive essay on "Competition brings Improvement" for Chinese. I am extremely proud to say that my essay was horribly out of point for the 1st and 2nd page and my only possible saving grace would be the attempt to bring the essay back on point with the 3rd page. Needless to say, that essay will score horrendously low marks that will incite me to vomit blood violently.
Deliberate Tautology =). K that was random.
Emceeing rehearsals after school were the lurbbe. Got to know Joshua from Monitors' Council. Answered people's queries about why I'm in the MC room with "I'm an Emcee". If you don't get it, read MC and EmCee out loud. If you STILL don't get it, get psychiatric help.
Laughed like hell during the rehearsal in the room, Oswin has a video of me being ditzy and other shizz which hopefully will be destroyed. Finished a speech ( duh ) rehearsal and went to take kawaii-nehhx Emcee-Pictures with Weng Keong, Nicolas Yee, Glen, Danial, Oswin and our photographer Nawawi. The pictures look okay, 'cept for my head lookin slightly chopped off.
Went up to the auditorium to practice. Ended up slacking due to the lack of a working microphone, so kacao'd the flag bearers, Oswin and Marcus. Muslihuddin noticed me lying down on the stage near Clement and called the pose "sexual and wrong." I vehemently disagreed, that is unarguably a sexually-correct pose and would under different circumstances be viewed as such.
"Rehearsals" ended with the blood-thirsty beast of a Clement chasing me around the auditorium. Escaped via the back door, went back down to see him, finally convinced him not to viciously ass-rape me in the canteen, got my bag and went home. The sleep on the long 30 minutes (it's long for me okay, remember, it's SINGAPORE ) was much-welcome and is probably the reason I am awake enough to blog now. So thank my afternoon nappy-nap.
Okay, I have to go devour my meat and vegetables and other assorted food AKA dinner now so it's bye bye.
P.S:And Mr Ong, if you read this, taggggg. P.P.S: Daniel, linked you. P.P.P.S: This is fun. Ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp...
Lino squeezed Panda at 6:12 PM
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Bryan - [Karate chops Emersius] John - "Wah Bryan...Pork chop issit?" Me - [Shrieks with laughter]
Picture overload. Well, not really, only 9 .
Our darling Miss Ismail as reconstructed by the VSCO boys. Namely, Alphonsus, Me, John.
A-Moose sitting on the dustbin, a suitable chair for him.
