Thursday, March 29, 2007



Me - "GLEN HURRY UP LAHHH!"
Glen - "What if I don't want leh?"
Me - "PLEASE GLEN YOU HANDSOME MUSCULAR SMART-"
Glen - [Smiles, walks faster]
Me - [Under breath] "idiot."

For information of Tay Zhi Yuan's absolutely ignorance of the everyday-vulgarities, please refer to Clement's Blog <--- Clicky

Yes, and good, my keyboard is squeakless now. Yayzar.

April 3rd: Chinese Orchestra SYF
April 5th: Sports Day
April 12th: ELDDS SYF
April 13th: Teo Ser Luck Talk / An important occasion
April 18th: Cross-Country
April something: "Date" with Benjamin Lin, Yang En and Wei Liang for a game of tennis and maybe swimming. I dunno, I wanna swim though. Haven't...swam in ages. I think it's swam. Wei Guang, eat your heart out you man serlattt

Oh, and for the sake of becoming a better leader, I shall stop being so "emasculated", which has been so quaintly put by Mr Ho Ren An. While it does feel like I'm losing part of myself ( interpret that correctly people ), I shall because I want to be a good ( better ) leader.

Leadership talk was interesting. Mostly made me reflect on leading to LEAD, not for fame and glory or whatever. Which I am ashamed to say have been part of my reasons. Thus, this begets some careful contemplation on my true reasons for becoming a black shirt. Though I really do feel the spirit inside me that screams "I WANT TO BE A LEADER TO LEAD AND TEACH"

Ugh, lately, I've been so frustrated with blogging, speaking in Chinese and just languages as a whole. Chinese is frustrating due to the lack of my ability to express myself properly without butchering the Chinese Language. Also, I have reflected on my past attitude towards Chinese, and from now on shall hold a more positive attitude.

Blogging has been worse. While I feel the urge to blog, there's just been this whole frustration thing. Though I can type what I want to say, I strongly feel it does not wholly capture the true meaning of what I want to say. In simpler terms, not accurate enough. In the past, I could type out a blogpost and feel relaxed after it. Now, it's like there's still something inside of me that I want to scream out in the beautiful text, but am unable to due to a lack of creativity or just linguistic skillzorz overall.

Damn.

Emo emo emo. Everyone is becoming emo. Even Alphonsus. Which is quite scary.

Still, emo is good occasionally. Allows for some good reflection.

Reflection...Hmmm...

Speaking about the "screaming my heart out" thing, I have not been able to go to Church the past....month or 2 months or so. And AGAIN THIS WEEK I CANNOT. Really, since I decided to become like a full-fledged christian, it's been a test of faith. Things really crop up on Sunday.

Argh.
Dammit dammit dammit.
My soul is now a chaotic pandamonium of muddled thoughts that are just tumbling around madly, and I cannot grab hold of one.

My tolerance-practice has been quite successful lately. With time, I shall achieve the wonderful patience of Alphonsus and other people.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007



For the sake of my promise,

This is a blogpost

Oops, wanted to blog. In the Maths lesson just finished.

Never mind, I will be reaching home early today so I can blog. For all you EXCITED READERS OUT THERE XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! LURBBBBEEE

ECHO AND POST-MORTEM THIS SATURDAY! HELLO MY RGS PEERS! I LURBBE ALL OF YOU! PEER SUPPORT IS SO-SO PART OF ME!

LALALALA

RECESS!

I will blog today! I promise! WAIT FOR ME MY READERS!
(who are all in school now)

Thursday, March 22, 2007



Bryan - [Attempts to do pull-ups on the monkey bar, stretches out legs]
Me - "Um.."
Bryan - "What? You saw nothing!"
Me - [Smirks] "Yes, nothing."

Haven't decided whether I want to make this an emo-nemo post or a happy-go-lucky post. Or maybe a bit of both, which might be defined as schizophrenic.

NE-Mation workshop sounds interesting =) Poor Musli. My condolences.

Stressed out lately :(. School is getting to me, what with the commitments.

JL BBQ tomorrow.
PSC Pre-Echo luncheon on Saturday.

2 bright stars in this apparent black dark sea of...dark blackness.

Blah, never will I be able to type in such "literaturically-pleasant" language such as demonstrated in Si Cheng's blog. Darn.

Blah blah blah.

Errghhh, just lost the want to blog. Dammit. Another hiatus? Noooo, but hiatuses make me wanna blog again. Which is the point I suppose, but I'm too lazy to be on hiatus.

Darn.

Crash And Burn

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump i'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump i'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

'Cause there has always been heartache and pain
And when it's over you'll breathe again
You'll breathe again

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart

Thank you John, Alphonsus, Yang En =)
I owe you guys.

Sigh, using these guys as "mirrors" really does strike one. Seeing how much more caring you can be. My short-temperedness for one, even though that's really just a joke, I'm not really very frustrated.

I'm suppose to be more assertive. Backfiring? I dunno. I dunno. I really really dunno.
The days where I feel I don't know anything.

And I feel like telling myself "LINUS YOU"RE USELESS AND WILL ALWAYS BE!"

But I know that's not true. Because I'm a triple red shirt, i'm a secretary, i'm a vice-chairman.

And it gets so damn hard to live up to expectations.
And I won't cut myself any slack.

"Regardless of how much you need to do, you must give 110% to everything"
I thought of that about a year ago. I still stand by it.

I'll do my best.
When I ask for a break people, do not give it to me. Pressure me if it is MY duty, and make sure I finish it.
I'm my worst enemy.
So I'll just have to be better than me.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007



Vincent - "What animal eats its own shit?"
Me - "Rabbit."
Vincent - "Correct!"
Me - "I was about to say Vincent, then I realize it was a trick question."
Vincent - "...Nice sense of humour."
Me - "I call it bitchiness. And do I have an abundance of that."

ENGLISH LANGUAGE	78.4	A1	T	371	81.4
CHINESE	70.5	A2	T	138	86.0
COMBINED HUMANITIES (S,G)	74.0	A2	T	263	82.0
ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS	75.4	A1	M2	371	100.0
MATHEMATICS	63.9	B4	M2	371	100.0
PHYSICS	55.3	C5	M2	371	94.0
CHEMISTRY	67.1	B3	M2	370	100.0

Mean Subject Grade (MSG)	2.6
L1R5	13

Well, an L1R5 of 13 is nothing to crow about, fo' sho', but it sure exceeds my expectations of 15.

English's 78.4 is nice, although it is somewhat disappointing to know that I missed the top mark by a mere 3 points. However, I am AN ARETE PERSON AND I SHALL BE RESILIENT! I shall study harder...for english...somehow...

Chinese's 70.5 is a nice surprise too. I mean, not really a surprise since I knew the results ages ago but it's still nice to see that nice shiny A2 lying on the screen. Especially since my average chinese mark is 65~69. Go figure. Stress does have positive effects.

Combined Humanities' is a new subject, so getting a 74 does bode well. It might just be a fluke though. Because the night before the exam, I sat down to read my geography book for 2 hours. In about half an hours' time, I was slaughtering in Warcraft. Oo-er.

A-Maths, I'd like to thank MR PANG FOR THIS WONDERFUL WONDERFUL A1 in Maths, of which has never been achieved in my approximately 800+ days in VS. Many thanks to uber uber IMBA Wei Liang.

Speaking of which, Mr Pang nominated me for the Financial Literacy course thingy. An honour, I suppose. And for my partner, I picked none other than Yongyong.

And Wei Liang came over to help with homework =) His 34 Maths questions look daunting, but it's probably my equivalent of ...10 passages. On the other hand, I am now chiong-ing holiday homework is ever-typical last-minute-chiong- Victorian style, basking in supposed-tradition while contemplating, in retrospect, how idiotic this is.

E-Maths is as expected, though a wee bit of heart pain manifests itself at the miss of 1.1 mark for a B3. You can do better LINUS!

Physics...Hoo boy. Let me pull up my socks to make my dad, mum, myself and CHIA proud! YES! I shall wear my socks up to my cellulite-surrounded thighs and bask as Chia bestows upon me a smile as the rest of the school gags and vomits at the retina-searing lack-of-fashion sense. Not to mention the obvious heartattack Yapcheebong would have.

Nah, he'd probably not care.

Chemistry is quite a sad subject. Since it is a subject I am actually passionate about ( the other being Literature and of course English ), it is quite saddening to see a 67.1, a B3 standing somewhat forlornly there ( although John told me it was a B4, so yay for a loose version of serendipity ) I think I've let Mdm Farrah down, so I shall resolve to work harder next term.

AND BEAT YANG EN AND VINCENT! Or at least Vincent. Yang En, mebbe Sec 4. I'll spend Sec 4 creeping up behind him, then suddenly, when he's completely unaware, I'll kick him and take his place. *Evil snicker*

Oh yes, for a friendphrase that you guys probably have not seen in a long time. Unless you've taken the time and effort to wade through my blog history, in which case I thank you for your commendable effort to resist clicking the big shiny 'X' located atop your screen. NO DON"T PRESS IT!

Spluttergurglechoke.

Ahhh, it feels good to say that.

KFC'ing with Vincent, Jing Qun and Vincent today =) Since the Chemistry King stole my Maths King to go teach him advanced differentiation. Which is so simple. I shall go read up on it now.

*Opens Panpac Additional Mathematics (EPB Pan Pacific ) (which is specially written for students preparing for the GCE 'O' Level exmiantions by experienced practising teachers HO SOO THONG and KHOR NYAK HIONG, this book provides comprehensive coverage of the revised Additional Mathematics Syllabus ) to the page number ,armed with a compass, "365"
. Which coincidentally coincides with the number of days in a year. More or less. 3 Significant Number and laziness causes me to blatantly ignore it.

m = cos x
dy/dx = cos x
d/dx ( sin x ) = cos x

we will omit the tedious proof of the above result and proceed to study the other trigonometric functions.
...
..
.

-Drowns-

Tuesday, March 20, 2007



[After PE]
Tamim - [Gleefully strips, in front of my table]
Me - "Oh...my...ohmy..."
Class - "TAMIM!" [ Turns away ]
Me -[Still stunned] "Oh...my...shit..."

Tis a good day, and thus I shall blog.

Ooer...my keyboard squeaks. It's the spacebar I think.
Yupp. It's the spacebar.

Ok, so there's like a Post-PSC Pre-Echo luncheoning for all of us OC and Facilitators. Needless to say ( which won't stop me from pointing out what I deem painfully obvious ) , this promises to be a most exciting and emotastic time when we get together, scream, laugh and play as we bask in the shruggsabourritness of the PSC aura thingy.

Not to mention all the cellulite that we can add to our thighs ohmy.

And I remember an idea proposed that we dunk Kevin into the swimming pool at Jean Hui's place. From Jean Hui's window. And I for one hope that Jean Hui lives above the 5th storey. Because dunking people into the swimming pool from like...the edge is like so last year.

Argh, damn squeaky keyboard.

Little case of mistaken (blogger) identity just now. Reading Kenneth's blog, I thought it was Weng Keong's. Weng Keong likes to casually shower us with bombastic words that make us common "hoi polloi" blush at our ignorance. Not to mention the incredibly-casual analysis of the typical Singaporean and our kiasu auntie-uncle must-be-below-budget ways.

And I'm sure I failed Physics. This makes me all sad and emo.

For about 5 minutes.

Argh.....Was I too hard on the Sec 1s on the last day of camp? Frankly, I don't think I went overboard. I disciplined ( or reprimanded them for all you "exactists" out there ) on what I personally saw. The BBQ. post-BBQ, logistical stuff. I mean, I was present to see all this and their work. Or lack of work rather.

I mean, I understand that they are Sec 1s. But shouldn't there be a sense of maturity and the seemingly-uncommon common sense even then? If you are told to grab your stuff and move from Point A to Point B, that little voice in your head should tell you "do it fast".

And the pumping was not my idea, it was Dickson. But since Yang En, Alphonsus, Ren An and Ser Yang all didn't stop Dickson, I just supposed it was pretty ok. Even though I disapproved of it. Strongly.

Even then, I'll be willing to take responsibility for a drop in the Sec 1's attendance. And/or enrolment for that matter. I believe what I did was right, IS right, sorry. And I'll stand by it.

And speaking of standing by your beliefs.

Do you give up part of who you are for anything?

In camp, Ren An pointed out that in VS, the juniors can, or will not, look up to a senior who is too feminine. That senior, of course, refers to me. Now, while I have no problem with the way I am, it really makes me contemplate the whole point of the leader-follower system.

I can give up the feminine things, but I feel like I'm losing part of me. And I'm not sure I can do that just to become a leader.
It's like cutting away part of your soul. Btw, the squeaky keyboard is reeeeeeeally irritating.

So what do I do?

Sometimes, I want people to answer rhetorical statements. Contradictory, yes I know.

Sorry to all my "avid" readers who come looking for happy joyful-tidings-come-hither posts only to find the inevitable digression in emo nemo. I suppose this is the youth-version of the midlife crisis.

What's it called again?

...
....
.....
......
damn squeaky keyboard.

......
oh yeah.
Identity Crisis.

[Missing]
Identity and matching personality.

Blah...

Saturday, March 17, 2007



Yang En - "Where's the bear?"
Me - "Broadrick Bear is currently lying in the MC room, on my air pillow with my sleeping bag covering him in case he gets cold."

Me -"Are you pumping them then?"
Reuben - "Eh...."
Wei Liang - "Don't want lah."
Me - "Eee. Boring!"

Me - "I'll just lie down for a while..."
[Wakes up 2 1/2 hours later]
Me - "Uh oh."

Bryan - "Hey, look, it's Emersius."
Alphonsus - "Back from bathing?"
Emersius - "How did you know?"
Me - "The entire comm knows about your excessive bathing."
Bryan - "Maybe that's his secret to being cute, bathing a lot."
Me -"Nonsense, Emersius was born cute. Anyway, now that we've just bathed, let's go bathe."

Yes my people, I am back blogging, because I haven't -really- blogged in ages. Ages here refers to the span of about a week, which to me is quite long. Mostly because it's been a terribly long, tiring but fun-filled week in which I have further bonded with my lurbbely peers from RGS and VSCO.

Having not blogged for about 1 week, my fingers will be hammering away at the keyboard. Thus, many spelling errors may occur, and I shall attempt to correct them. However, the spell-check function, for all its usefulness, is pissing me off because of all the ugly red lines.

Oh well. On with the blog post.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were all convention days. Meaning, happy days.

Convention went very extremely totally absolutely fantastically well because of all the spasticated times we OC, Facs and other assorted hoity-toity hoi polloi ( note the contradiction ) had together. Notable spasticfication would be the many spontaneous pole-dancing, the Puntastic FINale concert items, and of course the lurbbely songs. Every occasion needs music.

Koda Kumi's songs are very distracting. From a slow melodious song to Juicy, which sounds exactly as horny as you are now thinking it is. Needless to say, mild schizophrenia may make itself present on this board and I strongly feel that if you object, you press that shiny red "X" lying at the top right of your computer screen. Linus agrees with me too.

Thank you Linus. Linus says "you're welcome."

Anyway, hoping for a post-PSC gathering for like the Committee. T'would be wonderful, for we will be able to get together to train ourselves to be wonderful conversationalists, singers and bootay-wigglers.

VSCO Camp was nice. Mostly behind-the-scenes screw-ups, thanks to the inefficiency of this comm, but all went well I suppose. I am also tired, bye bye and good night, I am sleep-deprived.

Thursday, March 15, 2007



hello

it's me again

blogging in the school it lab is fun

hi alphonsus
hi ren an
hi john
hi benjamin lin
hi other assorted people whose names I don't know and therefore don't give a flying $%&*O about.

Spastic
benjamin lin is thinking i'm spastic right now. "Spastic shit" is probably the phrase running through his mind.

Right?

He sniggers and looks away.

How ebil.

AND MY POOR ZE QING

who is now better thanks to the wonderful PEER SUPPORT WORXXZXZXZXZXZ that we ( HINKY and I ) have bestowed upon him. Bestowed is a nice word.

Yang En just walked right past us. Hi yang en. Hi. Hi. Hi. HI REN ANN

HIIIII RENNN ANNN STOP PLAYING DOTA YOU FAGGOT

Bloodseeker is gay. it looks gay. and in the ladder warcrat, shamen are gayyyy

purge = gay
bloodlust = gay
lightning shield - UBER SHIT GAY!

10 AoE 20DpS = GAYYYYYY

Nightelf = noobelf = imbaelf.

i lurbbe alphonsus and his procrastinating "issue"

Dryad + Bear + Demon Hunter + PANDAAAAAAAAAA = Gay

Panda > 80 food army. Srsly.

John is piss'eth that Benjamin Ong has bested him in attendance-eth

yang en says he's fat. That is uberly-true.

i don't know < ===== MOST POPULAR ANSWER OF THE YEAR!

my pet rock is named...guess.....elmo.

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Hello.

I am in the IT Lab now. Nicholas Cheng is currently running away from me. Now he's back. The pingpong ball is in my lap. I shall proceed to throw it at Nicholas Cheng.

Darn I missed. Dammit

He just called me a loser. Soon, he will retaliate. And then I will smash him. I KNOW Nicholas Cheng is going to smack me. He protests. Liar. The word you're looking for is SLANDER. SLANDEROUS! You bimbo. Except you're not pretty enough, so you're just a 'bo.

Where's Alphonsus.

Secretary life is hard.

But thank god for friends that stick by you and help you do stuff, even when they're stressed out enough as it is.

Where IS Alphonsus?

I vunder.

John is about......5 metres away from me. Nicholas Cheng be bouncing a ball all over the place. Hi John, hi john, you see, you get (He just said hi.)

John: Hi. Watchadoing?
Linus: Shrrugsabouurrrit.

I miss Convention so much. Waking at 5.30...I MISS CONVENTION!

I miss jia cong
i miss jonathan
i miss nicolas
i miss kevyn
i miss wei ting
i miss yi tong
i miss becky
i miss becca
i miss the spastic times
i miss the convention song
i miss the RGSPB song
i miss the VSPB song.
i miss the enjoyment
i miss the high-blood pressure moments
i miss creative
i miss marissa
i miss jacqueline
i miss annie
i miss Weng Keong.
i miss kinder bueno
i miss sleep
i miss emersius.

emersius....
emersius....
emersius....
emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....
emersius....emersius....
emersius....
emersius....emersius....emersius....emersius....

No quote, I'm bored.

and stressed out about the attendance stuff.

where be alphonsus and imba wei liang?

where be they?

over yonder?
Yonder?
no, wait, not yonder
not there
yonder. yonder.
no, yonderer
yes, the yonderest figure that walks down this pattttttttttth.

oops, finger got stuck on the "t" key.

Thursday, March 08, 2007



[Campfire]
Danial - "Teachers, Instructors, and fellow Victorians..."[Passes loud hailer to me]
Me - "No wait-" [ Loud hailer smacks into top lip. Siren goes off ] "Owww..."
Audience - [Snigger]
Danial - [Grabs back loud hailer, switches off siren] "Welcome to the 2007 Sec 3 Overseas Adventure Camp Campfire night!" [Swings loud hailer to me]
Me - [Holding bleeding lip] "Shit, no no-"
'Wham!'
Me - [Loud string of muttered vulgarities while holding bottom bleeding lip]

It's 10.53 and I should be sleeping because I just came back from Hell/Purgatory but who cares I wanna blog it's my blog so I shall blog nehninehnipoopoo.

Sec 3's "Overseas Adventure C(r)amp" KOREF was such a wonderful experience that I will be all to pleased to bitch and rant about some day. Which is not today, because I am tired and will be sleeping soon so that I will be fresh and ready for tomorrow when I receive the results of the 3 tests that I took last week. Being the optimist that I am, I am hoping that my combined test results will be a positive integer value.

Oh yes, going shopping for a new laptop after school XD. Have my eye on the Asus A8Jr, Asus A8Js and the HP Pavilion 9014somethingsomething something. A nice 0.2++ GHz upgrade from my 2-year old Presario 2200 ( you can find the specs of my laptop at your friendly neighbourhood museum ) for each. Although the Asus A8J is about $500 cheaper than the Asus A8Js ( the former being $2,980 ), it still looks sexier. Not to mention it comes with the Vista.

However, I am not keen on reinstalling everything again. Warcraft, Mozilla and my current themes, add-ons and other such dooky-khookies, and all my CO documents which will be a biotch to transfer over.

Le darn.

Sunday, March 04, 2007



[During ELDDS]
Li Zhi - [Points to Gajendran holding a picture frame]
Me - "Huh?"
Li Zhi - [Giggles] "Gaga, nice self protrait"
[Cue eruption of laughter]

Any wonder why I am so immersed in my 2nd CCA?

Hurhur, so as I am leaving for camp tomorrow-

Eh? Why my blogger suddenly got spell-check? Weirrrrrrrrrrrrrd.

So anyway, I'm leaving for my Sec 3 Overseas Adventure Camp aka hell so I will be gone from tomorrow until Thursday night-ish. Why Night-ish? Because being the despo person I am ( and plus I'm horribly bored otherwise ) I'll probably be going for CO practice, if not just to catch up on whatever stuff I have to catch up on.

And to mark my period of fasting and starvation, which is camp by the way, I spent today feasting and eating. Much like the Mexicans ( or was it Dutch ) who spend the day before their month of fasting gorging themselves on treats galore.

Yes, the amazing things that you can learn from paying attention to MaxTV on the bus because your Mp3 is out of battery because you simply FORGOT to charge it the night before.

And taking bus to school in the morning isn't all that snazzy after all. Waking up a good half-hour earlier, not to mention the need to stand because it's already so crowded ( 6.05 bus mind you ) so early in the morning, is not justified by reaching school 5~10 minutes earlier.

And in the rare chance ( 1 out of 5 days ) I found a seat, you tend to get looks from hoity-toity businessmen and businesswomen and old people who look down at me as if it is a law that I must give up my seat. Not that I mind giving my seat and all, but when people take it as their god-given right that they SHOULD have a seat and youths like myself ( who work hard too ) are suppose to sacrifice my comfort for theirs with nary a word of thanks ( most of the time )

Spent yesterday out with the VS and RGS Peer Support Leaders. Bussed to school in the morning because of the abrupt CO Comm meeting. I was going there anyway with the thoughts of cleaning up the room, but decided to cancel the spring-cleaning session.

The current CO Comm ( my batch ) is quite...worrying actually. So far, we aren't really working together. The so-called "cliques" are glaring, with Yang En, Alphonsus, Vincent, I and the Sec 2s contributing ideas, the rest just slacking. Yang En and Alphonsus brought up the point about our frequent, but ineffective comm meetings. I feel quite responsible for the lack of effectiveness, because I keep joking and steering the discussion off-course. Therefore, I shall work towards striking a healthy balance between serious me and happy-go-lucky me.

Anywho, with the sec 3s gone for torture, the Sec 2 Comm should bond together in this great time of need * dramatic fist-shaking* Unless the Sec 4s step in, which will hopefully not happen.

Left the VSCO Group ( who were playing testing the station games ) at about 9.30 to join the ELDDS boys ( Daniel Tan, Chun Teck, Darryl and Hansen) for a bit of practice. Chun Teck is a pretty good actor if I say so myself, but he's quite...unnatural in the actions.

I've always found acting to be quite natural. To be able to throw myself into the shoes of another person is quite easy for myself. Maybe that's why some people are unnerved when I suddenly "switch personalities", it's actually spontaneous acting. I like doing that, it's interesting. Actions come naturally to me, and I can truly feel the character within me.

Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't find this avenue of expressing myself. I'd probably go cross-eyed and become a druggie without a way to release all my "creative energy" It just feels so natural to me, like I was born to do this. It's my calling. Brrring brrring.

Took a bus with Iceman (aka Alphonsus ) to RGS. Had a nice long chat with him on the way about mostly VSCO stuff, what's his opinion of the comm etc etc. Elicited an interesting answer from him when I asked him for his opinion of me. Not so interesting as in the way he said it, but more of the deeper meaning within it.

Grrr...

Sometimes I feel emotions within myself, feelings that I want to express, but somehow nothing I type seems to truly capture the essence of what I desire to vociferate. It's quite annoying, because I feel I'm not doing a good job as a blogger and I'm disappointing myself and others.

But I still lurbbe my blog. Not only does it allow me to record down what I think, but while typing out blog posts, it acts a time for me to be all retrospective. Kind of what Raphael Ong was telling Daniel and I, I suppose, about the whole reflecting thing. And 20, 30 years from now, I shall look back through my archives and remember how I was at the age of 15, and how I spent a glorious 4 years in VS, surrounded by dear friends whom I'm extremely grateful to have. Honestly, I'd be lost without them.

You know how some people mock the "I'd be lost without xxxx and I'm so grateful for xxx, I wouldn't know how life is without them". Well, it's true, isnt' it. You can never know what life would be like if you took "another path." You choose one path in life, or sometimes, life chooses a path for you. Regardless, you travel that path. And sometimes, those paths meet and intertwine, merging to form one, but always splitting up, regardless. And you'll never know what it would be like otherwise. So all you can do is appreciate what you have.

I believe God gave me the people I love, like, dislike and hate for a reason. I'm suppose to learn something from each and every single one of them. Good character and attitudes from people like Wei Liang and Yang En, how to be useless from Maxicheebong and Rio... So I'll be grateful for all of them, even people like Maxicheebong, but especially for those like Wei Liang.

I'm fascinated by daily life, because this world is just so damn bloody vast. And each of us just plays a small part in it; a small role on the grand stage of the universe. And how will the play end up? Will we, the actors and actresses, bring the play to a miserable ending? Or will this play end with "Happily Ever After"?

We'll see.

Thursday, March 01, 2007



[Alphonsus' blog]
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not forgeting emersius for being cute and allowing all of them to try out weird hairstyles on him MORAL SUPPORT (:
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Moral support from Emersius is always welcome. Actually, Emersius is always welcome XD

This shall be a completely short totally random post because I'm just really bored.

Ahhh, left Mr Imba's precious pink book in the CO Room. I HOPE, because if it's not there, I'm going to cry.

Oh, and I topped the class for Geography. Oh fine,I TIED with Yan Yu for 18.5/25 for Geography Essay. Very surprising, but a nice surprise because I was expecting to fail.

As usual, Yang En beat me. Damn, I'm jealous man. He's SOOOOOO perfect! He's the perfect prefect XD

Nah, just kidding. Can't say I don't envy his results, but you can't do everything and you certainly can't do everything well.

Red Shirt meeting today was heaps fun. Hanging out again with Mervin, Danial, Clement...Really brought back poignant memories of the good ol' 2C days, where the bunch of us naive foolish ( except for Kevina, Adeebo and Bubby) played around. I still don't really like 3G, and I simply don't feel a bond with the class. Must be the stifling aura of idiocy.

Yes, I am quite the elitist. I don't exactly -hate- dumb people, but I hate dumb people who screw up everything and think they're good ( see: Maxicheebong )

Also, I will go back to church this sunday and pray I survive Sec 3 camp with my sanity intact. Because if some dumbass decides to bang down the door when I am inside the toilet, or other immensely embarrassing acts, I will be so traumatized.

Anyway, I've pretty much reached a decision regarding me, church and attendance. It's been quite a long inner turmoil with the various voices in my head ( Linus is schizophrenic, yes, I am, yes he is ) blasting me and causing quite a conundrum at times.

Ok, post over =)