Tuesday, March 31, 2009



Well.

I'm out of Choir Syf. Semi-voluntarily. I guess I just realized that Student Council meant a lot more to me than Choir, which wasn't very much what I wanted anyways. I guess lots of people ( or maybe just me ) are deceived by Choir, thinking it's a very simple easy CCA. That is until you get in and realize all the various practices that make you want to cry or just throw people off the building.

Oh wells, at least there are things to be thankful for. Sunday saw me playing for church youth worship which went pretty well I'd say, despite several musical slip-ups. Was kinda disappointed because i kept playing wrong notes, misjudging the sound. Ah wells, hope people think it's about dissonance.

Then again, Ivan and Darius said that I can't really be heard anyways. Oh wells.

Had a really long session of thinking about the people around me that I care about. (In no order) My churchies and Disturbian friends are just so bloody awesome that I can't even begin to describe them (or I'm just lazy?) and how damn awesome they are.

And it's time to write my council speech

Sigh.

Sorry peeps for the crappy updates, major creativity lack. And just pure laziness stemming from exhaustion

Tuesday, March 24, 2009



WELLLLLL

After like 24 smashing days of not updating www.fierydragoon.blogspot.com I am back here to update! *Cue Armageddon music*

Righties.

So, as if subconsciously triggered by the magical flames of my previous post, the girls in my class have become somewhat more tolerable, which means that I no longer feel like setting them on fire on sight. It's also a good thing that I now can actually talk to them about stuff that doesn't involve hot guys or pink or hot guys in pink. Also, the K key on my Keyboard seems to be dying. Performing CPR on it seems to yield mostly-negative results so I'm just going to avoid using the damn key itself.

Choir has been dominating my life lately, what with workshops and rehearsals and practices and rehearsals and all-around practicing rehearsing for workshops. What this has resulted in is the strange urge to throw up half the time, which of course I have restrained because it's not good manners to regurgitate my meals up on the nearest unfortunate tenor/bass. Very bad manners. For some reason.

Holidays weren't holidays, more like extended self-study periods of homeworking, travelling and gratitutious amounts of camwhoring ( of which some can be found on Facebook ).

Damn this is suchhhh a boring entry.

PSC was great, not the convention itself, but the meeting up with the fabulous people of the 07 RGSVSPSC. Hurrah to us and our awesome theme song and impromptu craziness. Ice-Cream is the fab and calorific meals are the new black.

And I'm being screamed at to go eat dinner so I bid you all adieu. This blog entry sucks I know but I blame the damn K key.

Sunday, March 08, 2009



Long. Overdue. Update.

And short one too!

Firstly, if you guys have been wondering why there has been no real update for almost a month, it's (partially) because I've been absolutely swamped with stuff, and partially because I've been lazy to update this blog. Yeah, it's my blog and i damn well update it when I want to. So I'm feeling a bit guilty about not updating, finally, and because I should be doing chionging Chemistry and Chinese, I have decided to blog. Don't judge me, I'm absolutely stacked on Tiramisu and Black Pepper Steak and the knowledge that half my bloody allowance is gone and as such am pretty much going to vomit out whatever I feel.

Merdian JC life is definitely a super duper Space-Mountain Roller Coaster. You have your high high highs and your low low lows. And boy when I hit those lows, I really feel like banging someone's head against the wall. Someone else's, not mine, because my head is just too precious to me to waste. But MJC life seems to be stuffed to the very brim with politics and whatnot and it just annoys me to the max that I'm judged to be the same as the people I hang out with. And most of the time, it's not even "hang out", it's more like 'talk to". It's such a stupid level of reasoning that again I feel like slamming their heads against the wall to bash in the idea that just because I talk to someone, it doesn't mean I'm like that person. Hell, it doesn't even mean that I like that person at all but for the sake of completing a task, I just have to do it. If the people would stop jumping to conclusions so rapidly before just thinking about it, this world would be a much better place.

And can I just say how annoying the people in my class can be? Like seriously, so bloody annoying. I mean, I can talk to the KKMC girls and the RGS girls as myself and they won't give me hell and crap and bitch endlessly about it. But apparently some of these MJC girls in the class are nutjobs who stereotype like the retards some of them are and that guys must act a certain way or else they're not guys. So basically, if you're macho and an asshole, then you are a guy, otherwise you're just gay. Because now, your sexuality depends on whether you can finish your entire plate of food, or so the airheads of MJC have pseudo-declared. And of course they would have to be hyper-sensitive to every single damn thing you say. And because it's one entire group of ditzy dumboes, one of them is sure to take offense at anything I say, whether it's said with the most well-meaning intentions or with as much neutrality as possible.

Plus, if I don't hang out, I'm labelled as anti-social. But if I do hang out, I"m excluded because it's "girl talk" and I'm a "guy", which completely contradicts the 5 hours of effort they spend daily to convince and reassure me that I'm not a guy in their eyes, and thus I'm not privy to their shallow talk. What this basically leaves me is stuck between choosing between my sanity and my dignity, since hanging out with them is basically asking to have my dignity ripped to shreds by those Harpies and then flushed down the toilet.

In other words, I effing HATE my class and seriously wish I'm in another class. One not dominated by hyper-sensitive morons who take every single action as a chance to declare a crusade against me. Screw them and their hypocrisy. Screw them and their 'feminism". Screw them and their outdated idealogies of 'chivalry'. Screw them and their proclamations of 'feminism' and 'chivalry". In fact, just screw them and what they think. As far as I'm concerned, they can take their ideas of how I SHOULD be and shove it so far up their ass that it comes out their nose.

Church is wonderful.
Disturbians are wonderful
Meridian Life is not so wonderful