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.
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