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."

[Co Room]
Bryan - [Shouting] "You dare call me FAT?"
[Stunned silence]
Everyone - [Simultaneously] "You are!"

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 calculus simultaneously 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.