Sunday, September 07, 2008



Tag Replies:

Kenneth : Thanks, I try my best to infuse caustic humour into whatever I do.
Edwin: Thanks for saying I'm fat. You can watch me migrate with the rest of the whales in December ^^
Daniel : So it's a little 5-days overdue. Biggggg deal. Studies more important!
ChunYong: Thankies ^^

Ok, no I didn't die a 'violent horrible death' so any parties thrown for that will have sadly been wasted.

Ok, my parents are going to back in Singapore tomorrow and I'm already missing my absolute freedom to run around, abandon my studies and just slam my head against any wall I do so happen to chance about. As I happen to be typing in my room, because my room has not been utterly raped and destroyed by violent viking orgies, I am surrounded by 6 walls. Now, I could be paranoid and claustrophic and start freaking out, screaming and ramming myself head-first into the wall. Fortunately, Auntie Melda seems to have slipped a (heavier dosage than usual) of sedatives into my milk this morning. So right now, I'm just paranoid.

This is most probably because I've just experienced what seems to be the greatest week in this whole year, discounting some rather traumatic incidents involving bees, lizards and pits. I always doubted my seniors when they said that Secondary 4 is the most fun year that anyone can have in Secondary School. And after experiencing 3/4 of it myself, I can very safely say that my doubts have now completely vanished. I'm now convinced that it is definitely not. Perhaps, if one were a hardcore mugger or suffered from Tourette's, Secondary 4 might be fun. After all, short-term memory loss and nerds go wrinkled-hand-in-hand. Nevertheless, for a wild fun-loving soul like me, Secondary 4 is like a cheap 20-cent version of Les Miserables, only I'm the star and it's far more than just miserable.

Of course, that is not to say I spent this entire week having fun, drinking wine and beer and punching random people in the face. No, in fact, this week has turned out to be quite an insightful glimpse into human psychology. After spending Wednesday and Thursday helping out in charitable organizations, I must say that my heart is now very touched by the kindness of the community in Singapore, and has motivated me to be the best person I can be. Also if you believed that sentenced, you're obviously on drugs. Are you unaware of the dangers of drug addiction, what kind of crack are you having and can I possibly have some?

But as some famous random dude once said, all good things must come to an end. Like Christmas, bedtime and Tamim waddling after a stick of butter, this sacred September holidays have drawn to a very anti-climatic close. Prelims resume tomorrow with English and Emaths and thus I am very noticeably less-than-enthused about the whole thing. Perhaps tonight I will receive an intervention, have an epiphany or possibly be hit by a meteorite. Assuming the first doesn't kill me, the second doesn't result in me destroying technological devices and barring the third, I will be back sometime next week with more blubber nuggets of wisdom and advice cunningly concealing my subliminal messages to give me your money. Till then, I shall hopefully be studying for my exams. Given how paranoid my parents are about me studying, scoring well for the O levels will allow me to transmute regular tissue paper into gold bars and other precious metals. So if you'll excuse me, I'll go and see if I can possibly transfigure my stuff toy dog into a vicious man-eating plant, with a high-pitched shriek, that will snap and bite at anything that dares approach it. If this is successful, you will all be invited to my house to admire my new plant, Imran.