Sunday, September 30, 2007

(10:21 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	=3.141926535898
(10:21 PM) Bryan ----------:	u missed out 5
(10:21 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	3.141592653898
(10:21 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	sry
(10:21 PM) Bryan ----------:	yep
(10:21 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	35898
(10:22 PM) Bryan ----------:	fail
(10:22 PM) Bryan ----------:	you are not weiliang
(10:22 PM) Bryan ----------:	hi linus
(10:22 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	3.1415926535897932384626433832795.....
(10:22 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	it's me!!
(10:22 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	weiliang
(10:22 PM) [Lino] [MusicReC:	hihix
(10:23 PM) Bryan ----------:	FAKE!!
(10:23 PM) Bryan ----------:	i spotted one error
(10:23 PM) Bryan ----------:	haha :P
(10:23 PM) Bryan ----------:	-.-

In case you're wondering, it really WAS Wei Liang. By the way, the above quote just shows that Wei Liang is perfect because apparently if you make a single mistake with anything concerning numbers, you're no longer Wei Liang.

Wairrrr.

In another news, I managed to teach Yang En something ( other than punctuality ) which is...The SS SEQ Question B aka 13mark question which he was 'really at a loss of how to answer' . In return, he promises not to tell everyone about *ahem*. This, of course, means that I will have to chop off his balls tomorrow.

"Yang En, Wei Liang asked me to squeeze you until milk comes out. Can I?"
"...Baa?"

Or at least, that's what should have happened today but didn't.

Oh and I had this really weird dream last night that I was being counseled by this really horrendously monstrously fugly and fat woman. I mean, she was practically crushing the purple lounge chair.

"So Linus, tell me about your problems?"
"I..Umm...well...I...Excuse me, did an aeroplane hit your face this morning?"

I remember looking away, then when I turned back, the woman had changed to

Emersius

Needless to say I was pretty stunned. Turned around again and found like the entire VscoExco just staring at me sitting in their egg-cup chairs.

I woke up after that part I think, pretty weirded out. I conked back into sleep about 2 minutes later.

And like a week ago, I was googling/wikipedia'ing/youtubing The Ring and The Grudge. So I happened...or actually chose to watch the Youtube video of Samara crawling out the TV and all that shizz.

That night, I dreamt that I was sleeping. And then when I woke up ( in my dream ) my room tv was like all staticy. Then the screen turned like super (sexy) pink and then Samara crawled out all ghostly and shit. I promptly bitchslapped her and pushed her back into the tv, told her to shut up and then went back to sleep in my dream.

I'm a wonderful person.

So back to current affairs.

Today is Sunday which means church.

Oh and Wei Liang came over yesterday to help me with Maths and Chemistry because he just rocks my VS socks like that.

Okok, really today now.

Youth Fellowship today so left house a bit earlier than usual, although it was still too early so I actually left house a little later than a bit earlier than usual, which is still earlier than usual but later than the time I normally leave house if I'm leaving house a bit earlier than usual. Confused? Good.

So I met Yang En at the place which I normally meet him at although a bit earlier than usual which is...
Kidding lah.

Met Yang En at usual Paya Lebar station and then went to the foodcourt there to waste waste time. No lah, I explained ( roughly ) how to do the SS SEQ question b then bitched about how I was going to die because of exam stress.

By the way, anyone else is annoyed that we only learn how, and not why we do academic stuff? Like WHY b^2-4ac gives us the roots of a Quadratic, or what Sin/Cosine/Tangent values/workings/processes/equations/yadayada actually are, even though we deal with them on an almost-regular basis?

It's so frustrating and limiting not to know why, and only how. Teachers refuse to tell me because I 'obviously won't understand' or I'm 'too young'. Interneting it results in...well results that are FAR too filled with mathematical/scientific jargon that I cannot possibly understand without someone to translate into pseudo-laymans-aka-dumbdumbman's terms.

The preacher's sermon was interestingly short today. As in both interesting and short. Was on Media Attraction. I disagree that blogs are a waste of time, since we're not trying to sensationalize our lives. If I wanted to do that I'd paste posters of my blog over my school and pull some media publicity stunt ala Britney Spears motherhood/sexscapade. However I have better things to do like that like Exams and Studies ( thanks to Singapore's incredibly wonderful overly-meritocratic system of governance which the SS textbook screams at you ) so I can't possibly waste my time on such bo liao stuff.

I mean, I HAVE GEOGRAPHY AND SOCIAL STUDIES TO MEMORIZE MAN! MULTI-RACIAL FORESTS AND OCEANS ARE THE SHIZZ!

Cell/Life ( must check with Yang En ) group leader John lao shi has gone overseas to America for some thing so Paul's taking over his lessons. Also, there's a new Christmas hymn(al) we're learning. Josiah very dryly and succinctly described it as a 'funeral song'. This is perfect because the other Christmas hymn(al) is what I'd call a 'dying people song.' If all goes well, we'll sing the latter and then the former to end off with a (dead) bang. Wonderful just perfect.

I love dead songs. Dead songs just complete my life.
*Cue Vomit*

There's also a church camp from the 17th to the 21st of December. This means trouble because of *ahem* which will require *ahem* and thus we need to be around. If we manage to *ahem* everything properly before then ( which would be a miracle ) then perhaps we could go. However this would again require a miracle to boost our committee's efficiency to a level that is currently ladders, giraffes and Chen Ees above us. Maybe Vincent the happy-go-lucky Chinese Orchestra fairy godmama o' doom can pull off something of this magnitude because I know I sure as hell can't short of throwing massive PMS fits and threatening to drown everyone in Tamim's fats. Which frankly aren't all that lethal because only God knows (and I certainly haven't and don't want to keep count ) how many times Tamim has attempted to suck me into that flabulous abyss of gelatinous wobbles and I'm still alive aren't I, despite Mr Fatastic.

But we can hope and hope and pray and hope.
Oh and then we'll have to study. How can we not study?
We're Singaporeans remember?
Viva La Kiasu.