Friday, February 29, 2008






(a) Taking camwhorish photos is a good way to relieve stress. How far do you agree? Explain your answer. [ 12 m ]

(b) Compare and contrast picture a and picture b. With references to examples, state how both pictures relate to Newton's Law of Gravity. Begin your answer with e=mc² and relate it to the result of [Pigeon+Alphabet-HorseSoup]^Banana.

Your time starts Now

Thursday, February 28, 2008



Won't you, Lord
Take a look at our hands?
Everything we have,
Use it for Your plan.

Won't you, Lord
Take a look at our hearts?
Mould it,
Revive it
As you set us apart.

We want to run to the altar,
And catch the fire
To stand in the gap
Between the living and the dead

Give us a heart of compassion
For a world without vision
We will make a difference
Bringing hope to our lands.

Won't you, Lord
Take a look at our hands?
Everything we have
Use it for Your plans.

Won't you, Lord
Take a look at our hearts?
Mould it
Revive it
As you set us apart

We want to run to the altar
And catch the fire
To stand in the gap
Between the living and the dead.

Give us a heart of compassion
For a world without vision
We will make a difference
Bringing hope

We want to run to the altar
And catch the fire
To stand in the gap
Between the living and the dead.

Give us a heart of compassion
For a world without vision
We will make a difference
Bringing hope to our land.

We will answer your call
To build this church without walls.
Let your glory be shown
Bring Salvation to the Lord
To the Lord

We want to run to the altar
And catch the fire
To stand in the gap
Between the living and the dead

Give us a heart of compassion
For a world without vision
We will make a difference
Bringing hope

We want to run to the altar
And catch the fire
To stand in the gap
Between the living and the dead

Give us a heart of compassion
For a world without vision
We will make a difference
Bringing hope to our land.

YESTERDAY WAS AWESOME =)

And I'm not just saying that.

Ok no seriously, it was the freaking awesome-est.

Okok, so basically it was school and everything as usual yadda yadda yadda. THEN after school, it was the <3>taxi'd ( for like the seventh time this month or something ) over to Nishant's place at Bayshore. For those wondering, yes, that is where Yogi Pratama Khosugi lives.

That's not the awesome part.

Terence/Darrell/Nishant played some soccer game, Fifa something, I didn't bother to see. I on the other hand played the extremely masculine Audition and occasionally his electrical piano. Apparently Darrell raped Terence 9-0 in the soccer game at some point. There was much screaming.

Still not awesome.

Left Nishant's house at like five-ish. Wanted to cab over to Marina Square but had to go get Nathanael at Tanah Merah so after a very short debate ( this house voted for taxi ) we bussed down to TM, got Nat and then made our merry way down to Marina Square.

Still not awesome

Raphael was there already with Joseph ( who was actually wearing something nice ). Met up with Ting Fong en route. Daniel came later. We were stunned. Then we had Subway. Raphael kept suan'ning Daniel about his *ahem* I almost ended up pouring coke on Raphael's head to get him to stop.

STILL NOT AWESOME

Then we went to watch Dim Sum Dollies.

THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!

I now know why Dim Sum Dollies is rated as one of Singapore's best plays =)

Sorry if this post sounds lacklustre. Kinda sick, well, I am sick. Will blog with more detail sometime.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008



Sometimes I just look around myself.

"haha things actually do go your way, just that because it always does, you don't happen to notice it, and instead notice those that do not."
~ Rayson

True. True.

Friday, February 22, 2008



[On the way to Pizza Hut]
Nishant: [Points at me] " And then this bloody bugger says what he thinks is under his breath-"
Me: "It wasn't supposed to be under my breath."
Nishant: "That doesn't make things better."
Me: "Yeah, but at least accuse me of the correct things."

[Literature]
Raphael: "So ok class, you know how last week we went to the beach to do a 'haiku'?"
All: "Yup."
Raphael: "Well, ironically, this week, we ARE supposed to do a haiku. At the beach."
Me: "Wow."
Daniel: [Leans over] "You mean you guys didn't do a haiku last week?"
Me: "Get real. It's Lit. We go to the beach, slack for one period and spend the rest eating lunch."

This week is the shizz'o'fizzle of my a-b-c-easy-as-1-2-3 spluttergurglechoke sockrocker.

Whatever the hell that means.

In other even less important news, Monday was pointless except for an exceptionally annoying English CA paper. When your draft is two freaking hundred words long, and you have about...10 minutes to write your actual summary, you know you're kinda a bit damn bloody screwed.

Ok talking to Jo-Ann on phone =)

Wednesday, February 20, 2008



Hey, guess where I am now.

It's 9.20, and I'm at freaking Mountbatten Road.

Not in a bus.
Not in a taxi.
I'm freaking sitting on the stone steps below the “Royal Canine” pet shop, pseudo-blogging.

Why?

Long story. Long long story.

Today's been pretty...tough I should say. Lots of ups and downs; especially ups that have turned into downs. Glen...dinner with wei loong and caleb... lots of things I thought would go right, have backfired, so to speak. Lately, i've really been losing confidence in myself, just wondering, wondering keep wondering what's going to happen next how will it happen next will it be correct?

Right now, i'm struck by how my secondary school life has come almost full-circle. In secondary 1, I didn't stay in VSCO properly, not going for practices. That changed in secondary 2 and 3. But now in secondary 4, it's almost poetically-ironic how it's come back to me not going for practices again. Even the reasons are quite similar. In secondary 1, I didn't go because I didn't know anybody. In sec 4...well...i don't....like ( is that the correct word to use? Like? I hesitate to use 'hate' because it's not correct. Yet 'like' does not adequately capture the meaning of what I wish to say ) some people there. Some people I used to treasure. I used to really treasure them. And...well, in a way, I still do. But perhaps, this is a sign from god, that i'm just meant to let go of some people, lose some friends now and learn some life skills that will prevent such similarities in the future.

I don't know.

I've been saying 'I don't know' so much these few days. Is it because I really don't know, or because some subconscious part of me doesn't want to know? I'm driven to both ends, pulled both ways. Yet, I think i'll never know. Just like how I never stick with one character in video games, just like how I never completely take one side in a situation, i'll never find 'one' way, the be-all-end-all way. And just perhaps, i'll never be completely satisfied in life, knowing that there's no 'perfect' side to be found, a side with all positives and no negatives. Does a side like that exist? Perhaps. Let me rephrase. Does a side like that exist for matters that truly matter? For leadership? For life?

Maybe what makes life interesting in the non-fixed way we can live it. Me? I love some rules, hate some others. And of course, my judgement of what rules are good and bad isn't anywhere near perfect. I'm just a soon-to-be-sixteen year old victoria school boy living life and learning its lessons as I go along. But hopefully, some of these lessons are lessons I can learn the easy way, instead of having to pay a price for them. Especially a price that tears me to bits to pay – friendship.

Sitting here upon the stone steps of 'Royal Canin', I see the cars going by, the people walking by that glance at the little white uniform-clad boy, that may or may not be from victoria school, that sits on the stone steps, a laptop resting slightly-precariously upon his legs. This really is strangely therapeutic ( btw anyone ever noticed therapeutic has 'rape' inside ). and much like many aspects of life, sometimes it takes a mistake to find something good. Like today, running after the bus 76 ( after eating at Thaipan ) to reach home 15 minutes earlier...instead, i've spent almost half an hour waiting for my stomach to settle. Yet, it's not all bad. Because at least I can blog. Yeah sure i've got a physics and chemistry CA tomorrow. But I could be moaning and whining about not being able to study ( even though I actually can ) or I can take the time to blog, and write down emotions that I didn't want to address, didn't wanna think about. Fahrenheit 451 is a good, no, excellent book. Much like fairy tales and fables, it doesn't attempt to depict life, and is almost explicit in showing that it's purpose is to address inner development.
It's 9.34. Despite everything else, I really should be making my way home now. Reaching home at 10...wonder if I can go to sleep, knowing that tests await me tomorrow. Oh well, we'll see.

Oh btw, today's the 18th. Let's see when I finally get around to posting this entry.

Monday, February 18, 2008



ahh...

i'm sitting in school, in the psb room. apparently, now glen's pissed off at me too, and i have no idea why. all i did was say hi to him in the morning, and then during recess go up to him and ask him about the agenda. he suddenly turned around and asked what the eff is my problem...

i was like huh? what did i do? all i did was walk up to you, haven't even said anything...

darn it.

people are just so incomprehensible.

what's more incomprehensible is today's english and ss papers. dead and dead-er, respectively. shitblubberdamn.

is this what life is about?
i don't think so.

wei loong just signed in. curious. because he's sitting outside the psb room in the canteen.

oh well

another of life's great mysteries.

i think i'll go study chemistry now. chem and physics tomorrow. sigh

on a bright note: thanks rayson for the super-advanced birthday present =)

Sunday, February 17, 2008



Heah gave me a rose today =)

Random ftw!

[Edit]
I love our freaking Internal Comms
So efficient in reminding everyone of upcoming meetings.
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Friday, February 15, 2008



[During Soccer]
Nishant: Watch out, there's a hole.
Me: I know. Jim kicked me into it.

[Nathanael and some other people collide and fall down]
Nathanael: Ow, my leg...
Nishant: Does it hurt? [Prods Nathanael's leg with his foot]

Chun Yong: Where's Dilraj?
Me: Who cares...
Rahul: Oh, he's in the sick bay, crying; Azhri punched him.
Chun Yong: Oh? Why? Apart from the fact that he's Dilraj.

Me: Wei Looonngggggg...I have bad news and good news. Which do you want first?
Wei Loong: Uhhhh...anything bah.
Me: Ok, bad news first. You're going to have to play for SLI aka you're not Student Audience.
Wei Loong: Sian...what's the good news?
Me: I've got Ice-cream =) * Happily eats ice-cream*

Now that I'm sitting here, waiting for Bryan Heng to finally start talking to me after the conversation HE initiated because he's busy =)

Yesterday was spent absolutely productively. I'm kidding of course. School, then stayed back to do some SLI stuff ( including freaking out at Davis not bringing the CD ) and then stoned for a while. Attempted the Beatty essay, then gave up after staring at the stupid question for half an hour hoping for God/Allah/Buddha/Shiva whoever to come along and bonk me with the holy stick of enlightenment aka answer key. For some unfathomable reason, that didn't happen, so I went to find Miss Koh and consult her wonderful advice. This is also known by some as cheating.

*Conversation with Bryan = utter waste of time and pointless.*

Well, the discussion with Ms Koh really placed things in perspective. I guess what needed to be done was a brief 'dissection' of my thoughts, and a little mind-mapping. With all those thoughts whirling about my head, it was kinda hard to just grab one and jot it down. Now at least... I've got the points roughly planned out, and the format more or less guessed at guessed, writing it should be a bitch and a half cinch. =)

Had a lovely Valentine's Day *cough* dinner with AhLoong, rushed through it and then hurried down to Ubi Dental Clinic for...well, hell. Took 15, and then realized that it doesn't go there. Had to drop at Tao Nan and catch a 55, a bus that Ernest ( and some other guy whom i should know but I don't ) were on.

En route to Ubi, Wei Loong sent me an sms describing in painfully little detail his adventure of seeing Tamim getting up the bus, sitting next to him. I imagine that pseudo-body slamming occurred.

Braces got tightened like hell. I think Dr Cheng was trying to break my teeth or something. Good news: It's 3~6 more months until the train tracks come off. Bad news: It's 3~6 more months...

Today was...well. Ugh.

Finding out Davis didn't bring the SLI music cd in the morning? Ugh.

Soccer was ugh, what with Terence stepping on my toe, then kicking it, then Jim almost kicked me into the same hole that he did during the first session. I say almost, because he didn't.

Instead, he tripped over my already-stepped-upon-and-kicked foot and fell on it, tripping me in the process.

After which I fell in the hole. Such joy. Such unbridled joy. Ugh.

Physics was stoned. Stoned. Stoned. Stoned. Stoned. Braces were hurting like a M.F.C.S.B by then, so I just copied/did my overdue-Maths homework. And we all know Maths is the uber Ugh!

Maths itself was damn damn damn horrible. I was trying not to swear at Rio and Jim behind me, the Mad Pair that kept blabbering about the most pointless things in the entire Universe. By the end of class, I was almost in tears due to the sheer headache I was getting from their unlimited verbal diarrhea...

Came back home to rest, and a good rest it was.

Postponed tuition to tomorrow. Looks like I can't go for SLC- Oh wait, I can't go anyway. Going to Uncle Mervin's house to welcome him back with wide open loving arms see his fiance for the first time.

Tuition.
Tuition.
Tuition.
Ugh.

Thursday, February 14, 2008



Beatty's dying words are quoted from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar: "There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, for I am arm'd in honesty that they pass me in an idle wind, which I respect not!" Beatty mocks Montag as a "Second-hand Literateur". Explain why Bradbury would portray the Fire Captain as a literary expert. Why has Bradbury chosen these final words for Beatty? Does Beatty provoke Montag merely to taunt him, or to provoke Montag into killing him?

The above is a literature question. It's also a question I need to pull 22 out of for. That's freaking 22/25.

The highest I've ever gotten, as comparison, is a measely 19.5.

Chitty Chitty

Bang Bang.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008



Say it loud
Say it clear
We can listen as well as we hear
It's too late
When we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008



BOLDED = things I highly doubt.

What Linus Ong Sze Wei Means

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way. And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life. You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life. You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience. You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along. But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts. You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it. You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!

Sunday, February 10, 2008



I HAVE A LITERATURE ESSAY AND IT'S NOT WRITTEN.

AND LET'S NOT EVEN MENTION THE DRAMAFEST SCRIPT THAT I HAVE TO WRI-

DAMN!

Jo-Ann - "He joined something that requires great wits, skill and above all, cunning."
Me - "Debate?"
Jo-Ann - "Nope. Throwing."
Me - [O.o]

Wow, I seem to be blogging less and less these days. Actually, I've been wanting to blog everyday, just that I kinda lose the interest and motivation.

Anyway, short recap of what's been going on in this 15-soon-to-be-16 year old's life.

Went bowling with the 2C/4H gang on Wednesday. Super sucked at bowling, since I haven't bowled for like eternity and forever. Didn't even break a hundred on either of the two games. Oh yeah, we only played two games because Tampines Safra didn't have student rates on that day. So instead of the usual slightly affordable $2.70 ( Or thereabouts ) we had to end up paying the super duper exorbitant rate of $3.80 per game! And since we're not Money or More Money, we couldn't afford that. So met up with Kevin at Tampines Mall for lunch, then came back home to bathe and change before going to Jo's house. Went to blow $30 on AuditionSea shizz. Will post pictures of my uber-hawtass GUY character once I have the motivation to. Or I remember. Whichever

Chinese New Year celebrations are soooooooo... mundane.

UNTIL THIS YEAR!

We're finally back to our pyrotechnical ways. Sparkler bombs and Nigel's Potato Cannon ( or the Neil Armstrong Jet Cyclone Super Jet Cannon ) have made this CNY celebrations a blast, no pun intended. Again, will post videos and pictures once Jo-Ann sends me the photos and videos.

(Actually I have several of my own, but I'm just going to use Jo-Ann as an excuse to procrastinate and be lazy. Kekeke. )

Saturday ( aka yesterday ) was...well...eventful. I never knew how deep friendship can cut and heal. But at the end of it all, the friendship between the two of us has changed immensely, and I hope it's for the better. I really hope so, and I'm working to make it so. Because this is important to me, really important.

As we grow up, progressing through the rigorous activities, trials and tribulations of life, it's often easy to give up. But at times like this, I sit down and wonder:
Is Black or White carrot cake nicer?

[end.cheap.shameless.ivan.ripoff]

Monday, February 04, 2008



Jo-Ann - "Yar, apparently BryanDominic said something along the lines of 'your mother is hairier than Jo-Ann's a dog!' "
Me - "Coolness."
Both - [ Nod ]

Edit: The above edits occurred as a result of Jo-Ann's incredible anal-retentiveneess meticulousness.

Many unhappy things have transpired, but I'm not going to further elaborate about that. I really should focus on the good things in life.

Haven't been blogging lately because...well, just because it's my blog and everytime I wanted to update, this whole negativity-feeling just came along and tsunami'd what little blogging inspiration I have. It took me until today to realize that that was pretty stupid, immature and just me wallowing in a big fat cup of D'Presso. Pointless misery, pointless.

Life isn't perfect, nor should we expect it to be. Nor should I expect it to be, to be more specific. Darn. I've been so caught up in this Amazing Rat Race of what we deem "Society" that I've completely neglected other aspects of... well life. Always focusing on the negative side, the current cold war, instead of appreciating the people that have really become closer in this time, people like Jo, Randall, Wei Loong, YuFan, YunSol,Fu Zhi, Shao Wei etc etc etc. Really makes ( zomg I accidentally typed it as "made" blubber darn grammatical mistakes ) me look back and appreciate all the good things that have been happening.

Like Ms Tang and Mr Maran said: Be positive. I worry too much. I should be positive.

Positive baby.

Btw, my new name is Zhaborzhaborpancakes. Jo-Ann says it's awesome. Yun Sol says I'm crazy, while Wei Loong smiles and concurs. Yu Fan just calls me Leenus. That bong.

I still can't make a (battery) positive sign that doesn't look like a mutated milk bottle with a vicious-looking teat so I'll spare you the horror of that ( for those with vivid imaginations I apologize )

Chinese Mo Xie today went relatively well. I wrote five paragraphs, then stopped due to the aching pain in my right hand time constraints. Found out that I'd actually skipped the 5th paragraph and gone straight to the sixth. Silly silly me. Looks like even one month of memorizing did not adequately prepare me for half an hour of writing.

Had dinner with Nic(TRYBE)/Wei Loong/Yu Fan today at good ol' Thaipan. Everyone suanned everyone else like free. Nic kept asking Wei Loong to eat some more because he's so thin. If it's possible to give a vicious giggle, I did right there. It was really more of a mutated chuckle, something like a cross between a baby's innocent giggle and a dying beached whale.

Bleh. It's 9.53, gotta go force myself to sleep soon ( hey, sounds like the chinese informal letter all-too-cliched ending where you pretend to have to go to sleep, but really, all you wanna do is end the stupid letter so you can pass it up ). Or maybe I'll go play Trickster for a little while. Dunno. Wei Loong's not online =(

No ending on a depressing note so:

"Canon" by the Vienna Boys Choir is enchanting.

Kow,
I'm waiting!
=3