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