Sunday, April 29, 2007



Bleh, can't think of any interesting quotes lately, so there goes that.

*Sigh*
Mouse's busted. Again. Time to get a new mouse, without balls. I mean ball =)

19 people have taken the test so far. Only Danial has achieved 80% (and I bet he guessed some).

Oh by the way, Danial, the answer to -that- question is NOT 4.
Unless you've already figured it out. Which I hope you have, if not you've been ignoring me for about 2 months now and that would motivate me to break your arm in a manner similar to that of the poor 3F boy.

I am still mildly amused by that incident. Not amused as in "hardyhardyharhar it's funny" but amused as in "interested." But I cannot use interested because amused is a) more accurate and b) interesting is very not-interesting.

I need to start thesaurizing my entries. Yes, thesaurizing is not a word and I have cared since?

Binomial Theorem gives me the jiggles =)
I love Binomial.
Lalalalalalalalala

Tuesday's Labour Day. Wheee, a holiday. Although I'll probably go to some hardware shop tomorrow and buy a new mouse if my parents allow. Which they probably won't but hey it's worth a try isn't it?

Realized a lot of things about school life today.

Mostly that I've been an emo bitch wallowing in self-pity and bemoaning every thing that came my way ( except *ahem* and *AHEM!* ) and basically making it sound like armageddon is my best friend.

I guess 3G is just very different from 2C. Not -that- different though, because you still have the maniacal retards, the stupid people, the stupid and DUMB people ( there's a difference and I may digress to explain it later if time, memory and enthu'ness allows ), the smart people and the IMBA people.

Just that there are a lot more of the former two than the latter.

I don't begrudge people like Max because they're stupid, I begrudge them because they're stupid AND have a bad attitude towards studying. I mean, people like Kay Fong who aren't whizzes but at least bother to study are still good lah ( no offense darling ).

Ha! Mum just came in to tell me about this wonderful donut she bought with "thousands and hundreds of those little things." Of course I declined, because I've recently developed a craving for the KFC Coconut pie. Despite Wee Bian proclaiming its white sticky contents as "love juice."

Whoo, 20 people took the test.

Had a very nice lunch with Alphonsus that day. It was an excellent lunch where we talked about a lot of stuff including leadership, lack of leadership, and basically leadership. And some CO stuff. And some CO people.

And then Li Chieh came along. I was halfway through my ( very delicious ) coconut pie when that little demon came along and proceeded to blast my eardrums out with "HI CUTIE."

I wanted to smash the coconut pie into his face. That would have been a waste, but
I suppose it's the lesser of the two evils I chose. That is, ignoring him ( for the most part ) while resisting the urge to smash his face into the table repeatedly and violently.

As it is, we managed to escape. We crossed the road and found him chasing after us. Unfortunately, traffic wasn't too heavy at the time so there was no chance of a car accident. Unless the little bugger has the (lack of) brains to run into a -stationary- car. Which I suppose he has a fairly high chance of.

Woo, Dad gave me a new mouse. Lurbbes Dad. And it matches my computer to a T too =)

Anyway, since I digressed a LOT, back to emo-world.

Literature class is both a blessing and a curse I suppose. It's a subject I enjoy, but I don't exactly understand. Probably what dear Raphael Ong ( who doesn't visit this blog anymore X( ) would describe as "verbal diarrhea" Touche.

But 19/25 isn't bad though I mean I only lost to Daniel OMFG I LOST TO DANIEL OH SHIT OH SHIT LIT IS SUPPOSE TO BE MY FORTE DAMN DAMN STUDY STUDY KILL DANIEL KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

Kidding larhx.

I lurbbe Daniel, he's the Imba version 2.1. Chun Yong is version 2.0 and Wei Liang is version 100.12123123123123. Because Wei Liang is just -that- good.

And then there's, of course, the students.

While by no reasonable standards am I the epitome of the perfect student, or anywhere near that, I'm sure I am still better than most of them in terms of behavior, academics and leadership. This is good for my self-esteem when I have my esteem-issue-moments. Until I realized that being better than crap isn't very good either. It's just better crap.

Someday I will get to know Max better. I have already wanted to study a creature who isn't even aware that his brain exists. Or, maybe it doesn't really.

Oh well, whatever the case, he's not using so so it's still going to waste.

MusiCOnnects.
Wootles for ChineseOrchestrians.

And I can't find both my writing pad and Raphael Ong's (only) copy of the 2005 lit paper. I am praying that it is still safe, sound and intact in the CO room because if it's not I will be cleft in twang by a certain individual's mohawk.

And I have yet to link Nishant, come to think of it.

Gah, I hope the June camp clashes not with the joys of going up to the U.S. It would suck to have to make a choice between CO or the trip. And I'm actually leaning towards CO, come to think of it.

Ok, Tuesday afternoon will be spent at Hougang Mall eating at Hans ( that restaurant of course not the Senior Leader *shudder* ), buying that Nike Sandals mum just told me she reserved ( I love their spontaneity and impulsive decisions, sometimes ) and then Gelare ( yes I missed the accent ) for dessert. I can already taste the honey malt. Bring it on, man!

Oo, it's 10.48. Good night. I lurbbe you all.
But I lurbbe *Ahem* and *AHEM* more.
Go figure =3

Saturday, April 28, 2007



Me - "Shoot, I keep pressing wrong buttons! ARGH! STUPID FAT FINGERS!"
Mr Pang - "Linus, can you do your work softly?"
Me - [Looks up, sees class staring] "Errr...Oops, sorry."

Ok, I've given in to the stupid peer pressurizing subliminal messages that is/are the True Friend tests.

*Creates one*

Go take it >>here<<

Friday, April 27, 2007



Me - "Joseph, must you sit with your legs spread so wide apart? Are you like airing your balls or something?
Joseph - "What balls?
Me -[Smirks] "Yes, true. What balls?"
Davis and Joel - [Snigger]

Woo hoo, today has been a very pleasant day.

Not.

Binomial Theorem in the morning went pretty well, for a start. Nearly went crazy because I couldn't finish up a question ( which I later found out I did correct, but forgot a decimal point which made a major difference due to cubing and squaring) -.-.

Screwed up the Chemistry test. Couldn't remember the formula for Iron (III) Sulphate. Got that entire part wrong, 3 marks gone. Couldn't complete the ionic equation for Potassium Hydroxide ( because I forgot what the reaction was with Hydrochloric Acid ). Wonderful, another three marks gone.

And my last answer is pathetic. According to my explanation, Hydrogen Gas from the reaction of Zinc and (something) acid stops evolving because "The zinc has been completely reacted with and thus, there is no more zinc to produce Hydrogen Gas." I bet Mdm Farrah will be having laughter spasms at that answer.

The 3 free periods in Mdm Kwok's absence went to waste, somewhat. Managed to complete 2 or 3 more short stories from Stephen King's Nightmares and Dreamscapes. I envy his ability to effortlessly switch between past perfect tense and present tense, seamlessly blending the two.

When I try it, it looks like something a schizophrenic dyslexic wrote.

Oh, and some guy in 3F fell down and twisted his arm. And I really mean twisted. As in, the section after the elbow is bent at 90-degrees, the opposite way. Most of the people in my class were pretty freaked out. So I went to take a look. Came back looking pretty nonchalant ( and I was ) which I think freaked even more people out.

Stupid things that people do are just so...mindless and stupid. Really.

A-Maths make-up tomorrow.

I sort of miss CO prac.

Well, not really.

More like I miss the CO guys.

I never really realized how precious they are to me until now...

Thursday, April 26, 2007



Dilraj - "Hey, Rahul, how do you like do this question?"
Rahul - "Who cares, you're going to fail."
Dilraj - "Hey, don't be a Linus ok."
Me - "Go burn."
Rahul - "You're failing because you always copy work you mutha-butha."
Dilraj - "Don't be so mean lah."
Rahul - "It's true! Since when have you ever done your homework?"
Dilraj - "I did 4.3 ok."
Me - "And you got it ALL wrong. EVERY. SINGLE. QUESTION. GO YOU!"

It was the best of times
It was the worst of times.

I think that's Parallelism. Or Parallism. I can't remember. I think the former, because spell-check underlines Parallism. See, red red red. Oh wait, you can't see it.

Today I have managed to once again bungle 2 tests. And-

Woo! I found Nishant's blog.
*Insane tag*

Heh heh.

Finished the PSB Exco application already after a motivational talk by Becky and Mr Kok Weng Keong. Made me realize a lot of things about my views on leadership.

Although I'm still dissatisfied with the opinion =). Well, actually, =(

Max was proudly displaying the huge bulge in his pants today. But we all know it's just heaps of tissue paper. Or maybe a rock from the cavity that should house a break, but instead has been used for a landfill. Certainly seems like it, it's all rubbish that comes out anyway.

I am somewhat surprised at the new level of sarcasm and biting scorn I have managed to develop these few days. Dilraj has been a most wonderful (albeit unwilling ) test dummy ( and I mean that both ways ).

And poor Rahul smashed his toe or something on something or something else. He was wearing fairly decent slippers today, thank goodness.

Mdm Kwok will be absent tomorrow due to some meeting =( Thank God for the make-up / remedial on Monday. Oh wait, it's make-up. Remedial is when the teacher is giving extra lessons.

And speaking of being anal-retentive about English, Fox blasted me today. Apparently, she told the class to stop writing.

Firstly, she talks very soft, and I'm sitting in the front row at that.
Secondly, she had just scolded Zheng Yu, and the class was distracted, so I thought she said "DON'T put down your pens boys."
Thirdly, at least I was doing my damn work. I'm about the only one who actually hands up english assignments ( along with daniel-the-imba, chun yong-da-imba and davis-de-imba )

I was so freaking pissed after that. And she didn't even allow me to explain.

Oh...I forgot, I still have to do that practice Lit paper and pass it to Raphael Ong tomorrow. Or maybe I can pass to him on Saturday instead. It's 10.41 pm already ( according to my laptop, the new one which has been fixed YAY! ) anyway and I'm not inclined to pick my ass off this sorta-comfy chair to do work.

Rawr.

A-Maths, Chemistry and English tomorrow. Then what will surely end up as a free period for the class while a small group ( Daniel, Chun Yong, Rahul, Davis and hopefully John ) do our Geography assignment. I hope.

I need a break.

At least there's Church this sunday. =)
I wonder how God would look like as an emoticon?
Wow. Random.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007



Raphael Ong - "Ok, class, you MUST remember that in every statement, every point you make, there MUST be a POINT!" [ Lots of underlines under 'Point' on the whiteboard]
Me - [Whispers to Imran] "Well... what else would you write about?"

I spent today being an infantile, childish emo bitch. Sorry to those out there I've snapped at.

Gosh, I'm so grumpy these days. Someone prescribe Emersius and Ze Qing for medicine pl0x.

Attendance finally settled, thank god. Now it's off my bag, and I've only got 2723 - 1 things to worry about before SA1 hits.

PSL EXCO applications are up, and I'm somewhat reluctant to fill it in, seeing as the EL positions aren't finalized yet. I'll wait until Saturday, I suppose, then go ahead with the position I'm tentatively in for.

Thankfully I feel no resentment towards Glen. It's just the decision that I'm angry with.

And PR responses are irritating as hell. When I ask for an honest opinion between A and B, "both" is not a choice.

The weather is so killing me. Already my nose is a pseudo-waterfall and I've have to clog it up one of these days.

That *beep* Li Chieh managed to irritate me again today, despite all attempts to stop him. I'm praying Ms Tan talks to him soon, before I decide to make his life an emulation of the seventh circle of hell.

How can anyone be that irritating and immature I don't know. I feel like just bitchslapping him halfway to China and back, really. But for now I've just settled for pushing him away. In one attempt, he almost fell into the pond. Pity.

Stupid stupid stupid idiot.

I had a sudden vision of me screaming at him in the middle of canteen or something. But that'd just make me look like the bad guy. Plus, that 10 km thick skull of his is apparently immune to common sense and other assorted virtues.

If he comes up and irritates me one more time, I'm seriously going to just whack him. I cannot take it anymore, I really cannot. If he does it ONE more time, I'll just let the reins of self-control go. Or I'll drag him to Mr Maran. Or Ms Koh. A teacher who can handle him at the very least.

Hmmm, 1C's form teacher =)

I'll pay Ms Melissa Lim a visit one of these days. Together with others I suppose.

That sick stupid asshole. So irritating. Can't stand him. Bloody megalomaniac.

Bleh. Emo nemo.
Whatever, I'm going to listen to some calming music now.
Who am I kidding? Time to go slit some wrists.
Tirra
/Wrists

Tuesday, April 24, 2007



Maximilian - "I love you Linus!"
Me - "I love you too Max, I'd love for you to die. Please do."
Maximilian - "Linus, don't conceal your feelings for me!"
Me - "That's strange, I always thought the immense hatred and desire for you to burn and die was thin veiled, if at all."
Maximilian - "Don't be so mean lah Linus. We're best friends you know."
Raphael Ong - "Yar, the two of you can be best friends!"
Me - "I don't recall wanting to stab my best friends in the face 7 times a minute."
Raphael Ong - "Don't be so mean lah."
Me - "Why should I pretend to be friends with Max? Firstly, he's failing his subjects. Secondly, he has an abominable attitude towards studying. Thirdly, he's an all-around a-hole and I don't even want to pretend to be friends with him. He can fail for all I care, it's just one more slave I get to recruit next time."
Raphael Ong - "You're terrible you know."
Me - "I didn't start it for a reason, you did."

Oh, the joy of dumb, retarded people. I hate them I hate them I hate them.

What is so mind-blowingly interesting about DotA that it apparently warrants endless discussion during class. Not to mention that the three people discussing it are all stupid people who are failing their subjects, asking STUPID questions and therefore wasting time, and daring to complain about it too.

Life has kicked me several times in the balls lately. The whole ELDDS debacle, further worsened by people who have absolutely no relation to the comm whatever ( read: Extra-kias with attitude problems. Also see: Death ) who try and influence others. It just makes me sick that a Sec 4 who is suppose to be mature can be so deeply superficial and biased. And it's not bad enough that he himself is bad, but he can influence others too.

Of course I've had to scold people, and thus leave a bad impression. If I don't scold them, who will? Then what gets done? Don't even mention not scolding because it doesn't work on those types of retardheads who will not respect authority. Apparently, just because I'm younger means that I don't deserve respect. Ok, in that case, let's go kick some Sec 2s and 1s in the face then. I mean, your incredibly superficial reasons justify that kind of behaviour.

But don't worry, I'm a bigger person than that. Obviously you haven't, and never will because you're just that patheticc, but I learn from my mistakes, and the mistakes of others. And it's fine with me, because I"m the one who has a future and will work towards that future and achieve it. Meanwhile, you will be in your sick sad private world with all the people that you manage to suck in through your black hole of shit, retardedness and all-round fucked up crapshit.

Yes, I just swore. I'm rather dispirited and disillusioned now, so please give me leeway.

I dread the day that I will be forced to watch MidSummer Night's Dream, because I'll have to watch it knowing that your ass-face ( I'll call it that because the same thing comes out the cavity: shit ) will be leering somewhere near me. Let's just hope my brain cells don't diffuse to yours. And then again, yours is so filled with shit and rocks that there's probably not enough space to begin with.

Beauty is only skin deep, but stupidity and superficiality are all you.

And to that very special person in his life ( you know who you are ), please don't bother trying to persuade / threaten me. I have thought this through and through, seeing it from both sides of the issue. He has treated me with utmost contempt, and I will not stand for it. If he can do it, watch me. Because no one in VS has ever seen just how bloody devious and cunning and all-out evil I can be. I have never seen the need to, but if your very special (read: mentally-retarded) boyfriend would like to try, then by all means, go ahead.

These few days have been stressful. Really stressful.

I mean...

There's authority, and then there's abusing authority.

If you are the head of a CCA, then good for you. But when it comes to handover, I mean...We planned it for 3.30~4. But not only did you call for CO to stop practice WITHOUT OUR CONSENT, but you basically force us to comply to your rules.

Then why choose us?
WHY CHOOSE US AT ALL?
WHY DON'T YOU AND YOUR FANTASTIC LEADERSHIP SKILLS JUST LEAD THE DAMN CCA THE WAY YOU WANT IT?

I mean, you're obviously not satisfied with how WE"RE doing it, even though you said that you've "Given power" to us. Ok right, and that was HOW many ANNOUNCEMENTS ago?

One day (OR THE DAY ) of the camp, our proposal was rejected.
You changed our games.
You changed our groupings.

If YOUR seniors screwed you up that way, changing YOUR plans at the last minute, how efficient would you be? Very? Yes, you can say that now. Because you've had 1 year's experience already.

But please consider us OK? I mean, we just took over and we're still learning! You can't force your expectations on us. Were you and your comm so efficient when you started out?

I learnt about Living and Leaving a Legacy from the leadership talk.

Congrats, you've left your mark, and your legacy.
But what happened to teaching us?

Do you know that to us, it seems like we're expected to just be THAT good? I mean, you're angry, but please consider the feelings of US ok? That excuse about pushing us to be "better than you" , well, there's a limit! It's stressing us out, that our plans are changed by YOU. IT hurts us ok, IT REALLY DOES!

WE'RE NOT YOUR DOGS.
WE'RE NOT THERE TO DO YOUR BIDDING
YOU PICKED US
THEN WHY WON'T YOU LET US HANDLE IT?
IN THAT CASE, WHY PICK A COMM IF YOU CANNOT LET THEM DO IT THEIR WAY, WITH A NEW SYSTEM
MAYBE YOU DON'T SEE THE EFFICIENCY, WELL, WE'LL WORK IT OUT.
WE'VE ADMITTED OUR FLAWS, HAVE YOU?

Did you say sorry for changing our plans last-minute?
Did you say sorry for changing our groups?
Did you tell us that you were going to change our groups?
No, you didn't.

I'm not the only one angry about this, so please don't think that way. I'm just the only one who dares to say it out. You call it defiance, I'll call it moral courage. And if you want, ask any of the black shirts, and I'm very sure they'll agree with me. I'm not criticizing YOU, because you are a nice person, but you're stifling us.

Yang En...Alphonsus...John...Me

Do you have any idea how angry the four of us were that day?
Do you know that we were about to breakdown already? Because it was SO unfair to us, that OUR PLANS, made by US, were changed at YOUR whim and fancy?

I'm not sure if you've even read this far, but if you haven't and you've just gone off to retort with an angry blogspot, then go ahead, it just tells me how much you care about us. That you don't care how we feel.

And I'm, perhaps, the only one who has the moral courage to say this, but I really think that you're not that good a leader.

A leader should be able to lead, and nurture.

You've led, sure. Not always in ways that we've liked, but still, you're the one in power.

Now it's our turn. Let us do it our way.

That's all we ask.

We're the new committee. You picked us. You and YOUR committee picked us.
So let us do it our way.
Please.

Sunday, April 15, 2007



Tagged by my favourite Chemistry Teacher: Mdm Farrah

“This is what you are supposed to do - cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.”

1. Whenever I get very stressed out, I tend to slip into another personality that doesn't know the meaning of feelings. It's not a conscious thing like "I need to do the job." It's automatic and I'm not very conscious of what I'm doing. Mild-Schizophrenic if you will
   


2. I abhor people who do stupid things like going to KFC, peeling off the skin and declaring "it's not healthy." If you wanna be healthy, go eat a salad and AVOID KFC and other places that have oil as a main ingredient you pseudo-nutritionist/megalomanic
   


3. I get very nervous performing in front of small or no audiences, whether it's a speech/EmCeeing or a play. Conversely, when it's on a stage in front of a large audience, I'm ok.
   


4. I don't consciously bitch. As in, I don't purposely find fault in what people do and point it out. It's how I work. The end justifies the means. If it's important and has to be done, I will make everyone in the room hate me if that's what will make them complete their work.
   


5. I hate it when people touch my stuff without my permission. Things like opening my pencil box / file without permission will instantly piss me off.
   


6. I take ages to think of weird stuff about me.

I tag the following people: Alphonsus, Wee Bian, Bryan, Emersius, Weng Keong, Kenneth

[VSCO Room]
Alphonsus - "Ok, Linus, now it's time for you to go find..."
Yang En - "EMERSIUS! He didn't go home! Now go find him."
Me - [Walks towards pile of blazers] "Found him."
Yang En - "How you know?"
Me - "Firstly, my Emersius senses were tingling. Secondly, I remember arranging the blazers on the rack...not the floor."

Tankkx ChuUiieu to all the lurbbely people who celebrated my birthday with me. Many thanks to those who wished me happy birthday and then proceeded to taupok / jack me. For those who forgot, screw you.

*Sticks out tongue*

Ok ok, so Friday the 13th was a very very nice day. I woke up in the morning to receive an SMS wishing me "Happy Birthday", which is when I remembered "SHIT I FORGOT TO BUY A GROIN GUARD"

But it's ok. No special breakfast this year. Ate bread with Kaya. The curious thing is that I still cannot eat bread without my braces hurting. Pork ribs, Dim Sum, even SUSHI if you're lucky I can eat, but not bread. Nope, not just plain bread,

Shoot, I'm still in love with the SYF script. And Chun Teck practically cold-shouldered me in the canteen on friday. Wairrrrrrr.

Ugh dammit, Auntie Melda refuses to go buy McDonalds for dinner, dammitty dammity damn. Apparently, I'm "suppose" to eat KFC or else she's going to cook. Wah lao....I would eat KFC if not for the lack of Cheese Fries.

By the way, I'm currently using my virus-warehouse desktop. My laptop is currently out of battery and the damn charger is screwed-up and refuses to work because it's a big steaming pile of noogie-crap and I feel like throwing it out the window. Except it's all of a 2-storey fall and wouldn't do much save for making me look like a complete idiot to whomsoever passes by.

And the " and @ keys are interchanged. What the?

Anyway, back to the day. There are less and less people going to the CO room in the morning, for better or worse. Noticeable absentees these few days are : Emersius and Ser Yang. Apparently, Bryan and Wee Bian have been sick too, but I had SYF on Thursday and so slept in bed until 7 was working very very hard. Yes.

And about the SYF post, forgot it bah. It's impossible to blog without being subjective. And since the point of it is to address the issue from an OBJECTIVE point of view, I don't see much of a point there.

Class was ok, until John remembered it was my birthday. He then told Chun Yong, who promptly told, sorry, I mean announced it to the rest of the class with a joyfully sadistic smile on that face of his.

*Tags Adeeb's blog*
I miss Adeeb

Anyway, there was an attempted jacking and taupok prior to Recess, but thankfully, the class didn't really care one way or another and just left. In the confusion, I slipped out too, using Nishant Senan as a cover. It is a ninja move called "Using-Cover-Of-Darkness"

Recess was spent in a state of paranoia. Daryl Ho chased after me as I simultaneously ran and ate ice-cream, shouting at him to stop in-between mouthfuls of delicious jelly. He gave up, and I went to crap with Yang En, Alphonsus and the 2I people. And Vincent.

Ran from Tamim, to the 5th floor, where I found TAMIM waiting for me like a gelatinous mass of waste. Clement then cornered me, and with the help of that bloody Chun Yong, Zhong Yi and John ( While Edwin stood by and giggled ), proceeded to gang bang me. I was raped, wedgied, jacked, re-raped, re-wedgied, re-jacked. Ms Leow came by, providing temporary relief from the whole torturous experience, scolded them, and then walked away.

Naturally, it began again. Escaped into class, which was a stupid stupid mistake since it's effectively cornering yourself amongst lionessess who are extremely bloodthirsty. Tamim bestowed upon me several corrosively-acidic kisses on the back of my head which explains the LOOOOOOOONG bath I took in the night. Got thrown onto the teacher's table where more..."experiments" took place. I have a second ass-crack now thankyouguysverymuch.

Geography was interestingly interesting. Or rather, Social Studies. It is truly a fascinating subject, learning pseudo-politics ( although definitely nothing to the level of Mr Cheo Bu ) and other mahjiggies along with it. Finished my essay surprisingly. Mdm Kwok took my essay and proceeded to scold the class because I had been absent and still passed up my work. Several annoyed looks were thrown my way, but I really didn't care because I did the right thing, I finished my homework and I was $2 richer ( THANKS MDM KWOK! )

That $2 (and additional 0.20 ) went into buying a Cornetto Ice-Cream for lunch. I took one hour to finish that ice-cream, because Rodney, Jun Cong, Chun Yong and Yogi had lunch with me and were threatening to jack me as soon as I finished, the only "protection" I had was the ice-cream.

Ice-Cream > Them.
Except for Yogi. Yogi>Everybody = Quanity>Quality
:3

Ooo dinner soon. Oh wait, forget it.

Went up to the CO Room, where I was promptly booted out due to "preparations for a special event". Went to watch a movie being screened with Jason. Matthias and some Ryan guy were there too. Got Matthias to warn me of the scary parts. Predictably, he tricked me at the scariest part, which led to me sleeping with the lights on on Friday and Saturday night.

Went back down to the PSB room ( after being ejected from the CO room again ) and crapped with Zhong Yi, Nicolas Yee and Marcus before Yangy called me up.

When I opened the door, I got a huge shock. No, not from John who was dressed up in a Grim Reaper costume ( Grim Reapers are SO last year ), but from the (THIS IS A RARE TIME YOU WILL SEE COLOUR IN MY BLOG. LAUGH LISA LAUGH ) PINKNESS!

It was mind-numbingly pink. Pink wrapping paper, pink balloons ( ah! ) and a pink ( and yellow and brown ) cake. Had the search for Emersius. Was blushing like crazy during the Birthday Song, then I screamed like crazy during the taupok and jack. Emersius was the first to taupok, so it wasn't really that painful. Actually, it wasn't all that painful because I managed to wriggle out from under Yang En the first time and sat watching them for about 3 seconds before they realized I wasn't underneath. Yang En was a beautiful shade of asphyxiation.

Some jacking occured uh huh uh huh. John ripped off my belt, while Yang En tried to remove my pants. After much wriggling, I escaped.

Played some games like "Zhong Ji Mi Ma" with warhead-spiked drinks. Bagero and I never "zhonged" the number. But we went ahead and dumped warhead-juice into our drinks anyway. Alphonsus, who kanna'd 3 times, couldn't decide who he wanted to drink his drink ( because Alphonsus is nice like that ) so we played one more round. Chen Ee "won" and the drink was BLACK but it actually tasted nice. Go figure.

Played Lucky Cards after that.
Vincent almost stripped.
Ew.
Emersius didn't.
Damn.

Somehow or another, I found out that we were going THAIPAN, the lovely place that I have not been to for ages and eons and ismail-years. So we traipsed over there; Wee Bian's friend's mother was extremely nice and signed us in. Wei Liang, Amos, Jing Qun and Ser Yang ( Surprise ) came along too.

Speaking chinese to order was very difficult. Ser Yang and Amos were sniggering away like crazy. Wei Liang was trying not to because he was helping me order. Ser Yang and Amos are evil creatures.

This entry is damn long and that's only friday. Haven't even talked about today. And trust me, today would have SOOOOO much more to blog about. However, I'll probably only blog about today some other day because I have A-Maths homework to attempt to do later and touch-typing without looking at the keyboard is quite easy lalalalalalalalala.

Came back home after dinner and promptly fell asleep with the lights on, door open and as much comforting noise as possible.

Ok I'm done blogging and quite tired Imma go start on my homework and hopefully finish it before dinner or at least slightly after dinner. Shit I just remembered I won't be able to bring my laptop down for dinner because it's all OOB ( OUT OF BATTERY )

Thursday, April 12, 2007



Li Zhi - "You know arh, in P6, I had this crazy teacher. On Children's Day, she told us 'I'll give you all 3 choices. 1, I buy shovels and you all dig your own graves. 2, I buy a gun and shoot all of you. 3, I buy a tin of kerosene and a lighter and burn all of you to death.' This was when we were primary 6"
Me, Miss Koh - [O.o] "Oh my..."

Gajendran - "Hansen keeps shouting Spartans! Then Chun Teck and Daryl come after me."
Li Zhi - "Next time they do that, you run to us. Then we'll be like "BITCHES!" and fight back"
Me - "I'll teach you guys the bitch cheer."
Li Zhi - "Or, when they scream Spartans, we cough and be like coughcoughSPASTICS!"

Li Zhi - "When I was in p3, I took piano classes. And then my piano teacher kept forcing me to play this piece, and I couldn't play it, and then she kept scolding me. So I got so pissed off, and I didn't know what to say, so I just said that when I grew up, I'd buy a bulldozer and bulldoze her house."
Me - [Chokes on fries]

Shane - "Don't worry Linus, you have a future! As a spastic science teacher!"
Me - "Don't worry Shane, you have a bright future as a road sweeper!"
Shane - "At least I'm not spastic"
Me - "At least I'll have money and a house. You'll be sleeping under the bridge. I'll buy a car and bang you down."
Shane - "I'll sue you."
Me - "You'll be dead."
Shane - "Anyway, I plan to be a toilet cleaner."
Me - "You wish, you don't have the qualifications."
[Minutes later]
Me - "Shane, as a servant, throw away this tray."
Shane - "TOILET CLEANER!"
Me -"You'll work your way up some day. Until then, start cleaning!"

Me - "Watch out, Gaga, someone dropped their dignity and shame there."
Li Zhi - "Yar, SOMEONE."
Gaga -"Yar, SOMEONE."
Me - "Oh look, he's ignoring us. Oh well, I guess he can't turn around. Because that'd be admitting that he's that someone. Oh maybe, he's just really dumb. In fact, I bet it's because he's just so bloody stupid. Oooo, he's trying not to look pissed but it's not working is it? Ooo, he can't turn around. I bet he's just FURIOUS inside! What is he going to do? What is he going to do? Oh wait, yes, nothing. He -can't- do anything, because he has already used his 'seize authority" card. Ahahaha. "
Gaga- "And he can't do anything, because you didn't mention HIS name"
Me - "Actually, there's a loophole, but he's too dumb to find it. Oh no wait, he's too busy posing right now!"

I last updated 4 days ago. That seems like EONS.

Alrighty, after reading my quotes, if you know anything about me, you'd realize that that's all ELDDS-related stuff.

And you're right. Because frankly, the rest of the days have been BLURS to me, with the exception of a few more significant ones.

Chionging ELDDS SYF has been a wonderful roller-coaster ride. At times, I have felt on cloud nine. At other times, I have wanted to stab people in the face and tear out their eyeballs. Actually, there was a point in time where I wanted to stab ALL the actors ( save Gaga ) in the face because they were being so damn uncooperative. And that's the truth.

The Sec 2 and Sec 1 helpers were also a source of constant frustration. Not only would they NOT cooperate properly, they'd talk SO loud during rehearsals despite repeated "shushings" from the COMMITTEE. I mean, if you came to help, you could at least respect us.

I want to swear now. However, since I have said the F- word about a hundred times this week, both in direct and quoted context ( and mostly concerning the same person ) , I shall refrain. The committee meeting today was also on swearing and bad behaviour from the comm in general. Not to mention the whole Ser Yang / Band fiasco. Which I remain neutral on.

Oh, and a certain someone has recently gained a LOT of respect for me. This person is incredibly perceptive and completely stunned me when he asked me this question : "Do you keep a separate blog."

The answer is Yes, I am. Mostly there are just some things that I type, that I HAVE to type and express but even I know it's inappropriate. These kind of things are not necessarily taboo or anything, it's just that these things are my innermost thoughts, and expressing them would get me banned from Life.

Naturally, these issues concern school and the people inside it. As well as certain issues pertaining to certain individuals. This "second" blog is actually my first blog, and more or less what inspired me to create an actual ( and tamer ) blog. The second blog is also filled with quite a lot of swear words. It is also locked in my laptop, inside a locked folder, upon which opening requires you to type in another password. And the password-protection continues.

Anyway...

Certain incidents during ELDDS SYF had really made me reflect and think. Here, I -will- name the person. It did happen, so this is not falsified or anything. Neither is it slander, for I am merely using him and his actions as an example.

Not that any of you guys really care anyway XD

Being involved in CO SYF, I know people found it quite hard to suddenly listen to "some senior" who walks in and seems to be an asshole.

Well, I don't really bitch until certain things happen. Such as disobeying a direct order.

(Note, am talking to Jonathan Tan about some leadership stuff now. Thoughts may seem disjointed at times.)

So, basically, Hansen I felt was completely disrespectful to the comm, especially people like me, Li Zhi and Shane. I mean, as a Sec 4, I know he might feel uncomfortable or whatever, or MAYBE he has issues or whatever.

But still, how can it be professional of him to let his personal feelings interfere? I mean, he did not only not listen to us, but insulted us while doing it. All I did was comment that the robotic dance ( which to me was new ) looked quite weird. And then I was snapped at with "Are you judging? Are you judging? No, then shut up. Mr Daniel Tan and Joanne told me to do it. I rest my case"

What the hell man? Ok, so maybe I didn't check why it was there first. Which is SO minor, and insignificant. I did not say "THIS SUCKED!" I just said that it looked weird, because I didn't know it was recently added in. Since Hansen was prone to adding in little changes of his own ( which irritated me, at some point the inconsistency has to stop because the play MUST be finalized ), I thought that it was new. But regardless, surely my comment did not warrant such a comeback. I mean...

Ugh...I don't think I can continue, not when I'm beginning to feel angry. This is meant to be an objective post, not (such) a subjective one.

Maybe I'll blog a bit in the 2nd blog, then "tame" it and blog back here...

Tomorrow's my birthday. I am prepared for the pain.

Sunday, April 08, 2007



Mum - "You are so lethargic."
Me - "I was sick this morning."
Mum - "You got up at 7."
Me - "My nose woke me up at 7. My nose, and it's clogged up passages. I nearly suffocated."

Rawr.

Since I spent today doing absolutely nothing productive, except attempting to draw several pictures ( which have been burnt, various dead artists were screaming bloody murder ) and sleeping.

Oh, and inspired by the recent Spartan-call-induced attack on the beautiful Saturday of yesterday...

The SPARTAN-II project is the successor to the SPARTAN-I project, known as Project ORION. The SPARTAN-Is were named after the Spartans of Greece. Sparta was a military-oriented state; from birth, its children were screened for disabilities or defects, and those that failed the checks were left to die. Its population was mostly slaves (helots), allowing the city-state's actual citizens to spend every waking moment training for war.

Historically, the Spartans won many wars simply by arriving to fight. Appreciative of this reputation, the UNSC decided to use the name for their grand project. The result would be a group of supersoldiers gifted with inhuman abilities. With this goal in mind, Dr. Catherine Elizabeth Halsey set out to gather children who were genetically suitable for the project. They found a total number of 150 trainees, but for budget reasons only half that number were "conscripted," a process that involved kidnapping the child in question and replacing him or her with a flash clone. These clones were unstable (due to the process used to clone them not being perfected) and quickly died of what appeared to be natural causes. They were officially conscripted by Section Three of the Office of Naval Intelligence, which is why the player's character (the Master Chief) holds a Naval rank and is not a member of the Marine Corps, despite typically fighting alongside Marines.

The group was taken to the UNSC's space colony Reach, where from the age of 6 they were trained in all aspects of combat and tactics, as well as learning various other academic information in lieu of attending a proper school. They also were administered many physical and mental augmentations. The process was not painless, nor was it entirely safe, but Dr. Halsey knew she would have to sacrifice a few for the good of many. The result of the project was a group known as the Spartans, nearly invincible warriors with superior skills and tactical prowess. - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SPARTAN-II_Project

In case you're wondering, I was really bored.

So after the gangrape yesterday, I was kinda bored bored bored and decided to find out what exactly this whole "Spartan" shtick was. Wikipedia'ing Spartan brought up a number of results, and I decided to go with the whole Halo-Spartan thing. For I doubt that the Spartan attack was inspired by A british armoured personnel carrier, or what is apparently a variety of apple ( the fruit )

After read the article, I more or less know what the hell a Spartan is. Basically a (genetically-superior) being who has been put through a hellishly-rigorous training regime that, at the end and assuming survival, marks the individual as a Super-Soldier, or a Spartan.

Meh boring. Bison did it with Cammy, sorta.

However, it -was- a good 10 minutes.

And for those interested, the Spartan apple is notable as the first apple to be produced through a breeding program. Touche.

Ack! It's 10.08 pm. Time flies. E-Maths test on Graphs tomorrow, and I still don't understand the topic. Really. Shit. How to do the test.

Lit. Physics. E-Maths. Dental.

blahhhh

Next week looks dreary. Nothing to spice up life. Except maybe an unproductive-but-nevertheless-fun Comm meeting on Tuesday. The joy.

Peer Leader Session tomorrow at least. Lesson Planning was quite fun. :3

This is going to be a loooooooooooooong boring week man...

Weekend, please come soon.

Saturday, April 07, 2007



Chun Teck - "That wasn't as fun as Gaga"
Daryl - "Linus doesn't scream much"
Me - "It was so sensual, why scream. More please"
Chun Teck, Daryl - O.o' [Climbs off]
Me - [Whispers to Gaga] "A good way to avoid it is to pretend you like it."

In case you're wondering what is this oh-very-sensual thing, it's a Spartan-Call-Induced playful attack/gangrape by the two-men team of Chun Teck, Daryl and Hansen. This supposed-attack-turned-vicious-gangrape involves a tackle, followed by repeated ass-slappings and several attempts at CPR ( Crushing People's Ribs )

It is not wholly enjoyable.

CO Meeting in the morning was...well, typical. Not very organized, despite the established agenda and other stuff, due to the Comm's ability to inevitably and irreversibly digress. I envy Benjamin Lin; his Minuting can be organized because the meetings actually follow a structure. Our meetings suffer from the short-attentions-spans of various committee members.

Nevertheless, we managed to complete the agenda. Except for the CO CIP thingy. Which I don't know why Yang En made me write it down. Since he later told me that it was "pointless to discuss". So there is now an(other) ugly patch in the minuting book, made uglier by my very ugly handwriting. And I accidentally brought back the Minutes books. Both.

During the June holidays, I think I'm going to:
1) Open up OpenOffice
2) Select 10 of my most-liked fonts, including a casual and a flashy font
3) Print out the alphabet of each font, inclusive of punctuation where available ( This means 10 X 26 at least )
4) Practise writing the fonts.
5) Giggle gleefully at the sheer patheticness that is my life

Alphonsus should join me. For he is alfontsus. And his twin, alfontso.

The planning and testing of the games were quite fun. Body Parts, despite the debatable name, was quite tame, mostly because dear Ooi Khay Hoe Vincent was the facilitator ( actually no one wanted to partner him ) I ended up partnering Yang En, after my many attempts to partner Emersius was rejected. Today I discovered Yang En's ankle is very ticklish. Why that is useful, I don't know. I'm not tickling his ankle, I'm going to poke my fingers into his too-obvious rib-cage and fire away until he screams mercy.

Alphonsus' Lucky Card game was interesting. VSCOLTC would be a nice time to use it. And a lot of the other games actually

Shoe Up was fun enough. Although Yang En's overwhelming enthusiasm in ripping off my shirt as a forfeit was quite unnerving. I have not a six-pack. Maybe a six-in-one pack.

And the two games of Concentration were the best. Won the first round, and then lost the second because of my wonderful "advance thinking"

ELDDS Drama SYF rehearsal after that. Went MOS Burger for lunch with Miss Koh, Li Zhi and Choon Hian ( Who dutifully waited in the Auditorium AV room for 5 hours ). $10 taken from Dad went byebye. On the way back, Li Zhi got a bit freaked out when I told him about my "separate thinking. Meaning that I let my subconsciousness handle something incredibly automatic and mundane. like walking home from the bus stop , allowing the conscious portion to think of something else. "

Some men might think it impossible
Women know what multi-tasking is.

The play has improved. Scene 6 was irrefutably good today, as unanimously declared. I actually felt some emotion from the damn thing. Unlike like...well, ever, since I have never felt anything from the play. The script yes, the script is powerful enough to touch me. But script-to-screen, I expect something more, and I felt nothing. It might be the pseudo-Botox'd faces of several actors ( not Guaka ) and the overall lack of emotion. And some parts are still very very weird. Like reacting halfway through the line, and having your face freeze Botox-style for like a good 3 seconds. 3 seconds is EONS in drama.

I mean, in real life, you don't like smile, freeze, move, freeze blah freeze blah freeze blah blah freeze freeze. No, you move. Your face moves, for it fluctuates based on the situation. It does not solidify and liquify ( I took ages to spell that word, then googled it; kept thinking that was a 'D" ), does it. NO! It moves, dammit.

Also, if someone asks you to be "Their mummy", you need to react. Happiness, surprise, shock, even erotic pleasure, I don't really care. Just react instead of standing there like Plaster of Paris was injected into your face and is now hardening.

No offence to the actor concerned ( If you read this blog at all ) , but as the main actor, your job is to carry the play. You are the pivotal character of the play, this play revolves around you. Like it or not, you need to be damn good. DAMN good. And right now, sorry, you are not.



Anyway, church tomorrow, after a long ardous faith-testing 3 whole months. It shall be good to be back in the holy house of God and sing His hymns and His praises. Oh, I missed that. Found myself humming Lord I Lift Your Name On High several times today, along with snatchets of other Christian songs. Like Power Of Your Love, the song that inspired me to be a Christian. Well, brought me back to be more precise.

And there's still that whole Christian VS Catholic issue.

And it's Easter Sunday tomorrow. Combined service, 10 to 12. Hallelujah. I always felt I was waking up too early on a Sunday ( 8 a.m for me ) Lazy bag of bones, me.

Friday, April 06, 2007



[c=12]Br[/c=9]y[c=12]an[/c=9] says, 'It's [a=15][c=9]OVER[/c][/a=16]....' says:
i want emersius!!!!
[c=12]Br[/c=9]y[c=12]an[/c=9] says, 'It's [a=15][c=9]OVER[/c][/a=16]....' says:
see my display pic?
[Linus] The winds will forever mean "Chinese Orchestra" to me says:
I must have picked up too much from BenjaminLin today =)
[c=12]Br[/c=9]y[c=12]an[/c=9] says, 'It's [a=15][c=9]OVER[/c][/a=16]....' says:
see my display pic EVOLVE
[c=12]Br[/c=9]y[c=12]an[/c=9] says, 'It's [a=15][c=9]OVER[/c][/a=16]....' says:
OMG HES SO CUTE
[Linus] The winds will forever mean "Chinese Orchestra" to me says:
Thanks for giving me the quote for my blogpost

For some reason, I am blogging at a very weird ( oh look it's 12.00 am ) time again. For while I was suppose to having retired to lalaland at about 10 pm due to a very strenous and tiring day at Benjamin Lin's house. We ( Emersius, Wee Bian, Wei Liang, I and of course Benjamin Lin ) played several sports and games and had lots of fun.

Although Wee Bian's name there might lead those familiar with him to think "Ohnoezsex", you are wrong.

We played Tennis, KungFuChaos, Street Soccer, Tennis in that order.

The last three are Xbox games by the way. Like we could play KungFuChaos in real life.
We'd obviously be pwnt by Emersius' Kawaii-Smile O'Doom

Least I would.

I am also several shades darker for today's experience. Nevertheless, since I "recovered" from CIC's "tanning salon", I'm quite confident that I will be back to my usual anaemic-vampiric-skin-colour in a few days.

[Tomorrow]
Chinese Orchestra Committee Meeting 8 A.M+
Drama SYF Meeting 9 A.M+
Red Shirt banner painting Forgot-what-time A.M +

Blah.
Blah
Blah

Benjamin has a cute piggy-massager. I took a picture of Emersius with it. Photos shall be uploaded at a later date, unless I'm still all lazy and procrastinaty. So yar, don't expect photos.

Tennis was so tiring. I mean, like actually running around. And perspiring ( Not sweat, animals sweat ). The RGS girls who read my blog are probably GaspAtoto'ing their heads off now. No, not at the "bitchiness" because I'm (unfortunately) bitchy 25/8, but at the fact that I

play sports.

Gasp! Atotoabourrit!

Jordan Scott Miller's blog was quite surprising. I mean, quite a difference from what I perceived him to be. And although I approve not of the vulgarities, I'd be lying if I say I didn't giggle with amusement at some of the more creative descriptions. Not that I endorse it, mind you.

Hmm, 12.13 am. Seeing as that daddy dearest is not fetching me to school tomorrow, and thus I have to endure an ardous 30-mins long bus ride in undoubtably cramped conditions ( I see plenty of red underlines for the spellcheck but I'm quite tired and frankly Spellcheck and proper spelling can kiss my ass for now ), I should sleep now. And I'm sleeping soon, anyway, after this blog post.

And I'm strangely excited about the committee meeting ( shoot I typed blogpost just now for some weird reason ) tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll really bring out our best tomorrow to plan the "ReConstruction" of VSCO. Which is an overly-dramatic figure-of-speech in my opinion. Though appropriate, nevertheless.

ZzZzZ

Wednesday, April 04, 2007



Gave up trying to think of a quote. Two days in the "infirmary" aka home kinda kills your braincells.

As does an abundance of sleeping, snuggled up in my warm cosy bed while my peers went to school. Those that didn't pon of course.

Amazingly, I am still tired. As in, physically tired, and fairly drained mentally. But I can't sleep anymore, I really can't. Lay in bed for like half an hour ( damn long by my standards ) trying to sleep last night, but the sheer emo-ness of yesterday was simply overwhelming, and the wave of emotions that accompained the emowave would have made me an "emo"ticon boyboy.

Just to note, I -was- planning to go school, because no matter what, I still have commitments there.

And then I really did fall sick. Think fever, flu and exhaustion. And mild insomnia.

Exhaustion and insomnia seem to be best of friends lately.

"Sleep is a luxury" - Ho Ren An

Right.

Yesterday was a pretty emotional day.

Breakfasting with Wei Liang, Jun Yang, Ser Yang, Amos and Jun Jie, for what might be our last breakfast together as a CO, was hilarious. Jun Yang and Jun Jie started a minor food fight, with Jing Qun and I being the innocent victims of the cross-fire. Yang En and Vincent came after their undoubtably brimming-with-intelligence 3A Class Photo-Taking. A promotion come true for the typical kiasu Singaporean. Buy 1 ( Yang En ) get 3 free ( Vincent ).

Ser Yang disagreed.
I corrected myself, Vincent is definitely >3. Then went on to state that Jun Jie would call Vincent "mini-me"
Mother then pointed out that it would be "mini-mini-mini-mini-mini-mini-mini-mini-mini-mini me"
Laughter ensued among the 5 of us, an annoyed look from Jun Jie, confused looks from Yang En, Vincent, Chen Ee, Wee Bian and Jun Wei, and a contorted expression from Wei Liang who was choking on his coffee.

And Mother's super-glam-flick-wrist-kawaii was simply the breastest.

Yang En, Wei Liang and I koped plenty of sugarsugarsugar packets. As if my 2 packets in my coffee wasn't enough. Ate two packets of sugar on the way to the terminal, then decided to save the last one for school, partly because I was getting very hyper, also partly because Yang En, Wee Bian and Jing Qun looked horrified at my nonchalant eating of da shooger.

Hmm, wait, better check the PSB website first.

...Ahhh, listening to Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden, as well as the slightly-inferior version by Cascada. Too emo to blog now, just wanna listen to the song, and let the musical notes form wings to lift me up and fly away with me into the night.

Monday, April 02, 2007



Me - "Have you ever been pinched until you feel like-"
John - "Don't say it."
Me - "lactating."
John - "Damn"

245th post. This should be significant, somewhat. However, it is 11.30, and it having been a school day, I am lacking in energy. In fact, I am only blogging because of a simple reason:

I knew that if I didn't I would probably never. - Kok Weng Keong

And I am extremely guilty as charged of the above felony.

Hmmm, VSCO SYF tomorrow. Somehow, I'm not as nervous, or tensed up as my peers seem to be. It is quite disturbing, seeing as that most people are a twisted bundle of nerves now, but it was never confirmed "bad" that we should break away from the norm.

Hi Dad. Bye Dad. No, I won't sleep early.

Tomorrow, post-SYF, I'll probably follow in the pseudo-virtual-realistic footsteps of Seng Qi Ru Alphonsus and post an emo-nemo blogpost about my entire CO life through Sec 2 and Sec 3. Regrettably, my Sec 1 CO life is practically nonexistent. But regrets should not be kept.

"Despair not because it is over, but rejoice for it has happened."

I lurbbe that quote berri berri much. It's so simple, and so deeply-profound.

And yet isn't it always the simple things that are profound?
Paradoxical? Mebbe. Not really in the mood for that now.

I should be more appreciative of the people around me. Dammit. Why do I keep telling myself things like this, and never acting out on them.

Oh right, I feel like I'm losing part of myself.

Sometimes, I'm scared that when I try to be a better person, I'll lose myself in the process; with it my friends and my life. I can't survive alone; I'll just curl and die without someone to be with. I need lurbbe people.

And English Oral today was screwed up. Thank you blocked-nose resulting in much difficulty pronouncing any word starting with a consonant or a vowel.