Today after the first 20 minute recess, the hook fell off my skirt again -____- This time however, I conveniently had the Earth Day pin stuck to my collar so I removed the ribbon and used the safety pin attached to secure the hook. Why the hell are all my hooks falling off?!?
I also did something terribly silly today after school. I saw Arjun with some tall Indian guy I didn't recognise, so I thought he was Namskal. So I swung into action, trying to annoy the shit of the other guy and be as offensive as possible. Only afterwards did it occur to me that the guy wasn't Namskal and I had just randomly been rude to a stranger. True enough it was some other guy who I'll assume is from an intact class because I had not seen him before. (I should be thankful for little blessings, like my inability to remember how Namskal looks also extends to this other guy, so I won't feel horrified every time I see him - and this is so not a race thing, it took me almost 5 times+ before I could recognise Sir Brythain. In fact I am horrible at remembering faces, I once confused this girl in .10 with someone in .7 and had a conversation with her about Jim even though she looked damn confused.)
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Today was a really distracting day. I can't say I really remember what the hell happened during History and English because my mind was far off somewhere, half LOLing excessively half confuzzled. On the upside that matter has been dealt with, so hopefully things will continue to look up. Today some things also finished their tiny 14 year old cycle and came full circle (I really like the idea of cycles and circles - can you tell?), so perhaps that is yet another previously unresolved issue that is now resolved!
I feel peaceful and zen now. I just hope studying for the Bio test tomorrow doesn't ruin this feeling.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Who is up for some extreme random fun in the month of May? What better way to celebrate the end of the cruelest month than by unleashing great hordes of nonsensical unbridled amusement?
I thus present (with permission!) A Plan for the Month of May.
From the blog of Ianthe:
MAY
1- labour day*
2- wink at random strangers day
3-
4-
5- take unlimited photographs of your entire day day*
6- act like a zombie day
7- accuse people of random crimes day
8- have a bad fake brit accent day (its not that hard)
9- be sexually inappropriate with friends day*
10-
11-
12- smack some ass day
12- draw all over your hands day
13- bring a pillow to school day
14- sing pop songs from our primary school days day
15- anti american food day
16- sexual innuendo day/'thats what she said' day
17-
18-
19- vesak day*
20- harry potter reference day
21- swear with beep words day
22- screw the canteen food day (bring your own!)
23- replace all your spoken letter 'b's with 'f's day
24-
25-
26- JUNE HOLIDAYS START
*REAL holidays.
Ah Ianthe, I miss your nonsense, but all those reading this from ACSI, who's up for this! Contact me ;)
I thus present (with permission!) A Plan for the Month of May.
From the blog of Ianthe:
MAY
1- labour day*
2- wink at random strangers day
3-
4-
5- take unlimited photographs of your entire day day*
6- act like a zombie day
7- accuse people of random crimes day
8- have a bad fake brit accent day (its not that hard)
9- be sexually inappropriate with friends day*
10-
11-
12- smack some ass day
12- draw all over your hands day
13- bring a pillow to school day
14- sing pop songs from our primary school days day
15- anti american food day
16- sexual innuendo day/'thats what she said' day
17-
18-
19- vesak day*
20- harry potter reference day
21- swear with beep words day
22- screw the canteen food day (bring your own!)
23- replace all your spoken letter 'b's with 'f's day
24-
25-
26- JUNE HOLIDAYS START
*REAL holidays.
Ah Ianthe, I miss your nonsense, but all those reading this from ACSI, who's up for this! Contact me ;)
Just as I was about to write off this night as a okay-not-too-exciting-and-somewhat-dissatisfying night, someone says something really really fucked up to me. In an instant all my thoughts are filled with those words, and I CANNOT STOP LOLING. It's almost as if my reaction shows the pinnacle of fucked up-ness I have achieved - my life thus far has been one big ball of FUCK and this is the latest addition to it. I can't even stop LOLing to highlight my Allot textbook.
I really wish I could write about the entirety of my life somewhere, to record down all the damn fucked up things that have happened so I can laugh at them. Laugh at myself. Laugh at the things I have done. Just laugh and move on with my damn life so I can stop obsessing about it. (I suddenly find myself unable to recall who said I should just drop out of school, hide on some deserted island and just write my 18 year old life story)
And speaking of fucked up, I just ate a bun without realising there was cheese on it, as a result my stomach is going to be pretty fucked up tomorrow. Taaaa.
I really wish I could write about the entirety of my life somewhere, to record down all the damn fucked up things that have happened so I can laugh at them. Laugh at myself. Laugh at the things I have done. Just laugh and move on with my damn life so I can stop obsessing about it. (I suddenly find myself unable to recall who said I should just drop out of school, hide on some deserted island and just write my 18 year old life story)
And speaking of fucked up, I just ate a bun without realising there was cheese on it, as a result my stomach is going to be pretty fucked up tomorrow. Taaaa.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Ah yes, Juno - the bastard lovechild that somehow turned into the unofficial representative to all things indie AND BECAUSE I WATCHED IT, I AM INDIE AND BY EXTENSION BETTER THAN YOU.
"ELLEN PAGE guzzles SUNNY D as some obnoxious INDIE SONG blares in the background so that everyone knows that this is an intellectual, independent film."
"ELLEN PAGE guzzles SUNNY D as some obnoxious INDIE SONG blares in the background so that everyone knows that this is an intellectual, independent film."
A few weeks ago, I had a random conversation with someone I was a little afraid of. In the conversation, he said that because of what I had done (pointing out his peeling nose was freaky), he now hated all MGS girls. Instead of getting offended however, I instead replied that it was alright with me, I didn't really care for that school myself.
And then last night, Adeline started talking to me on MSN, and showed me a video shot to publicise MGS (I was about to use the word propaganda, but I realised that the only school really deserving of such a term is the one I'm in now) which can be viewed here. As I watched it, I felt myself alternating between cringing for bad music and lousy camera work and complete apathy.
Then a few nights ago, a close friend of mind mentioned he was feeling rather down. After some further enquiries with someone he had met that day earlier, it was made apparent that he was feeling down over the fact that this was his last year of being an ACS boy.
All these events made me start thinking about how I felt when I left MGS: I remember feeling sad because these were people I had gotten used to, for better or worse, and they used to me. I remember linking almost everything significant to that school, 'it's here where I did flag raising and screwed it up', 'in P3 I fell down here' and even random things like 'this is my favourite toilet in the entire school'. I felt like life as I knew it was over - I now had to behave myself and act like a lady.
Now almost 2 years down the road, we know how the 'behave myself and act like a lady' bit went. If anything else, I became weirder and less lady like (but I am STILL not a lesbian). I feel happier now, where I was once tolerated I now feel accepted and have even more catalysts for my odd behaviour. In essence: I enjoy myself more here.
I returned to MGS a few times last year, mostly to visit my juniors in Guides. As I wandered about school, I felt rather disconnected. All the faces I saw I didn't recognise, even the canteen looked gaudier, and Hock Seng the school institution had been downgraded to a mere snack seller. I only felt sentimental when I saw my juniors, stuck doing the same random guide shit I had been making them do just the year prior. It wasn't till then that it really struck me how much Life Goes On. The school without the people meant nothing to me anymore. Sure, I experienced 10 years of my life on that campus, but all these memories didn't amount to much without the people they were with.
In a similar fashion, as this rather chaotic year is really slowly (hey, there's still more than 6 months of this left) inching towards an end, I know I'll leave with my memories and love for friends intact - without any false notions of great ties to the school.
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Meanwhile, this is the most wtf art project I have read about, more wtf than the artist who took an already starving/sick dog and chained it so food was just out of reach. Instead this one is about a yale student who repeated induced miscarriages for the sake of 'art'. I wonder what Kierkegaard would have made of all of this.
And then last night, Adeline started talking to me on MSN, and showed me a video shot to publicise MGS (I was about to use the word propaganda, but I realised that the only school really deserving of such a term is the one I'm in now) which can be viewed here. As I watched it, I felt myself alternating between cringing for bad music and lousy camera work and complete apathy.
Then a few nights ago, a close friend of mind mentioned he was feeling rather down. After some further enquiries with someone he had met that day earlier, it was made apparent that he was feeling down over the fact that this was his last year of being an ACS boy.
All these events made me start thinking about how I felt when I left MGS: I remember feeling sad because these were people I had gotten used to, for better or worse, and they used to me. I remember linking almost everything significant to that school, 'it's here where I did flag raising and screwed it up', 'in P3 I fell down here' and even random things like 'this is my favourite toilet in the entire school'. I felt like life as I knew it was over - I now had to behave myself and act like a lady.
Now almost 2 years down the road, we know how the 'behave myself and act like a lady' bit went. If anything else, I became weirder and less lady like (but I am STILL not a lesbian). I feel happier now, where I was once tolerated I now feel accepted and have even more catalysts for my odd behaviour. In essence: I enjoy myself more here.
I returned to MGS a few times last year, mostly to visit my juniors in Guides. As I wandered about school, I felt rather disconnected. All the faces I saw I didn't recognise, even the canteen looked gaudier, and Hock Seng the school institution had been downgraded to a mere snack seller. I only felt sentimental when I saw my juniors, stuck doing the same random guide shit I had been making them do just the year prior. It wasn't till then that it really struck me how much Life Goes On. The school without the people meant nothing to me anymore. Sure, I experienced 10 years of my life on that campus, but all these memories didn't amount to much without the people they were with.
In a similar fashion, as this rather chaotic year is really slowly (hey, there's still more than 6 months of this left) inching towards an end, I know I'll leave with my memories and love for friends intact - without any false notions of great ties to the school.
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Meanwhile, this is the most wtf art project I have read about, more wtf than the artist who took an already starving/sick dog and chained it so food was just out of reach. Instead this one is about a yale student who repeated induced miscarriages for the sake of 'art'. I wonder what Kierkegaard would have made of all of this.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Facing my opened laptop is an odd postcard like letterhead with a generic pastoral picture and a bible verse written in bad font, "For Everything God made is good. 1 Tim. 4:4".
My guess is that if no one bothered to ask, most people that know me now wouldn't think I was Christian at all. This is ironic considering that in Sec 1 to 3, I was practically a Christian fundamentalist (or maybe I was just psychotic). When my grandma became really sick after doing her Tai Chi exercises, I was 100% sure Satan's demons had entered her through those exercises.
There was also a point in Sec 1 that I used to see weird shit. Like orbs of inky black masses floating about and flying into people's heads. I was convinced it was Satan entering them. Then I heard some voices calling my name, and soon 'in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ be gone' became my auto catch phrase mentally. It didn't help that I'd heard off rustling sounds in my room at night as I tried to sleep, even when I had a night light on (yes I am horribly scared of the dark, I didn't really conquer it till I was 16).
As the more innocent times of Sec 2 gave way to Sec 3, I hit my second major crisis (which I define as a period of great emotional and mental distress) and I started praying like crazy, for God to give me strength to fight it. My first essay on 'Myself' in Sec 3 was filled with how I was convinced that God had granted me epiphanies with every earthquake (the Asian Tsunami and some other minor quake in Sumatra in the beginning of 2005) and was helping me cope with my problems. (I am so cringing as I type these thoughts out now.) I remember my favourite Christian songs were Still, Above All and a song with the lyrics 'before the world began, you were on his mind/every tear you cry is precious in his eyes' - and I'd cry as I sang them. I even tried being a Sunday School teacher.
Then Sec 3 came to an end. Someone tried to commit suicide in school and days later I wound up having a breakdown during church practice. That was probably where I started backsliding. More shit happened, and soon I was facing my third major crisis as Sec 4 started. As the situation in church started souring and a betrayal came to light, I started to think poisonous thoughts and drifted far away from God. However, it still took me a lot of courage to work up the will to walk away from church, and I cried about the decision. I then spent Sec 4 visiting CCMC occasionally, because Stephanie went there.
Then I ended up in ACSI. I was partly relieved that there was chapel on Mondays, because somehow part of me still wished to cling onto religion even though I refused to go to church. Chapel became my way of feeling less guilty for not going to church. Then the whole idea of FireAC being filled with religious zealots, morning devotions becoming a mouthpiece of the overlords and in general a less Christian environment and religion became a minor joke. Then poof, Year 5 became Year 6. Stress, unhealed wounds and an already fragile state of mind combined to form a potent potion of disaster a few weeks ago. Someone who saw wrote me a letter, telling me to turn to God for help to my problems. Then last week my old Sunday School teacher sent me a letter with the aforementioned pastoral scene, telling me to turn to God for help as well even though she had no inkling of my problems now.
As I read those letters, I felt yet another pang of sadness for what I had lost. For how much I wanted to believe that things would really turn out alright if I just prayed hard enough (makes it sound like I haven't been praying the past few years, but I pray every night). For how I now felt so far away from God and how I couldn't really believe anymore because of all the shit that keeps happening. Then it shifted to how I couldn't believe that anyone would love me, that I wasn't good enough for God.
Yes, I have issues. Lots of them. Shedloads of them. On one hand if I didn't have them, I wouldn't be so damn screwed up in the head. On the other hand, I would probably have been a much less interesting person if I didn't have them. Talk about a tough learning process.
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The thing that really inspired this entry was how I just told someone 'Jesus loves you!', and the next thing that hit my mind was 'this sounds mocking' and then 'uh did I mean it to be mocking?'. I felt disturbed thinking about it, how much religion has changed it's role in my life in the past few years. Of how it seemed to have morphed into a joke.
I always say that in the long term, I want to go to church and be a proper Christian again. The sort who is madly in love and devout to God. The non-swearing, generic but happy looking Christian because I have God! But thinking about it makes me feel sick sometimes, and I don't think I can ever go back to how I was before. My thoughts about religion and life have changed and don't always fit in with doctrine anymore. My stance towards homosexuality is: If you can find love, cling on to it as best as you can and never let go, because love is so hard to find that it transcends everything.
Perhaps in church that was why I never really fit in with the rest. I always had my own little ideas about things, was that little bit the maverick. Even in being some sort of weird fundamentalist, I topped most of the things Conservative Christians could dream of coming up with (Pokemon, Digimon and Teletubbies are from Satan anyone?). I then shot to the next extreme of rejecting most of the things I was taught from a young age. It's almost like I could find no happy medium.
Today I float about, away from the 'organised' part of 'organised religion', with my own mishmash of Christian ideas and things plucked out from my emotions and reasoning which I have yet to really refine. I'm not really sure where I want to go from here. Do I try finding my way back home through God? Or does my home lie in another direction, or have I been home all along and never realised it because I was worrying too much about conventional thought?
I honestly have no idea, I just hope I find my answer soon.
P.S., please do not spam my tagboard or me with Bible Verses encouraging me to do xxx. I will not appreciate it. I am perfectly lucid as I write this and am not currently depressed. My biggest problem now is handing in EE on Friday, which I will do tomorrow since I ended up ignoring it today despite my best intentions.
My guess is that if no one bothered to ask, most people that know me now wouldn't think I was Christian at all. This is ironic considering that in Sec 1 to 3, I was practically a Christian fundamentalist (or maybe I was just psychotic). When my grandma became really sick after doing her Tai Chi exercises, I was 100% sure Satan's demons had entered her through those exercises.
There was also a point in Sec 1 that I used to see weird shit. Like orbs of inky black masses floating about and flying into people's heads. I was convinced it was Satan entering them. Then I heard some voices calling my name, and soon 'in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ be gone' became my auto catch phrase mentally. It didn't help that I'd heard off rustling sounds in my room at night as I tried to sleep, even when I had a night light on (yes I am horribly scared of the dark, I didn't really conquer it till I was 16).
As the more innocent times of Sec 2 gave way to Sec 3, I hit my second major crisis (which I define as a period of great emotional and mental distress) and I started praying like crazy, for God to give me strength to fight it. My first essay on 'Myself' in Sec 3 was filled with how I was convinced that God had granted me epiphanies with every earthquake (the Asian Tsunami and some other minor quake in Sumatra in the beginning of 2005) and was helping me cope with my problems. (I am so cringing as I type these thoughts out now.) I remember my favourite Christian songs were Still, Above All and a song with the lyrics 'before the world began, you were on his mind/every tear you cry is precious in his eyes' - and I'd cry as I sang them. I even tried being a Sunday School teacher.
Then Sec 3 came to an end. Someone tried to commit suicide in school and days later I wound up having a breakdown during church practice. That was probably where I started backsliding. More shit happened, and soon I was facing my third major crisis as Sec 4 started. As the situation in church started souring and a betrayal came to light, I started to think poisonous thoughts and drifted far away from God. However, it still took me a lot of courage to work up the will to walk away from church, and I cried about the decision. I then spent Sec 4 visiting CCMC occasionally, because Stephanie went there.
Then I ended up in ACSI. I was partly relieved that there was chapel on Mondays, because somehow part of me still wished to cling onto religion even though I refused to go to church. Chapel became my way of feeling less guilty for not going to church. Then the whole idea of FireAC being filled with religious zealots, morning devotions becoming a mouthpiece of the overlords and in general a less Christian environment and religion became a minor joke. Then poof, Year 5 became Year 6. Stress, unhealed wounds and an already fragile state of mind combined to form a potent potion of disaster a few weeks ago. Someone who saw wrote me a letter, telling me to turn to God for help to my problems. Then last week my old Sunday School teacher sent me a letter with the aforementioned pastoral scene, telling me to turn to God for help as well even though she had no inkling of my problems now.
As I read those letters, I felt yet another pang of sadness for what I had lost. For how much I wanted to believe that things would really turn out alright if I just prayed hard enough (makes it sound like I haven't been praying the past few years, but I pray every night). For how I now felt so far away from God and how I couldn't really believe anymore because of all the shit that keeps happening. Then it shifted to how I couldn't believe that anyone would love me, that I wasn't good enough for God.
Yes, I have issues. Lots of them. Shedloads of them. On one hand if I didn't have them, I wouldn't be so damn screwed up in the head. On the other hand, I would probably have been a much less interesting person if I didn't have them. Talk about a tough learning process.
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The thing that really inspired this entry was how I just told someone 'Jesus loves you!', and the next thing that hit my mind was 'this sounds mocking' and then 'uh did I mean it to be mocking?'. I felt disturbed thinking about it, how much religion has changed it's role in my life in the past few years. Of how it seemed to have morphed into a joke.
I always say that in the long term, I want to go to church and be a proper Christian again. The sort who is madly in love and devout to God. The non-swearing, generic but happy looking Christian because I have God! But thinking about it makes me feel sick sometimes, and I don't think I can ever go back to how I was before. My thoughts about religion and life have changed and don't always fit in with doctrine anymore. My stance towards homosexuality is: If you can find love, cling on to it as best as you can and never let go, because love is so hard to find that it transcends everything.
Perhaps in church that was why I never really fit in with the rest. I always had my own little ideas about things, was that little bit the maverick. Even in being some sort of weird fundamentalist, I topped most of the things Conservative Christians could dream of coming up with (Pokemon, Digimon and Teletubbies are from Satan anyone?). I then shot to the next extreme of rejecting most of the things I was taught from a young age. It's almost like I could find no happy medium.
Today I float about, away from the 'organised' part of 'organised religion', with my own mishmash of Christian ideas and things plucked out from my emotions and reasoning which I have yet to really refine. I'm not really sure where I want to go from here. Do I try finding my way back home through God? Or does my home lie in another direction, or have I been home all along and never realised it because I was worrying too much about conventional thought?
I honestly have no idea, I just hope I find my answer soon.
P.S., please do not spam my tagboard or me with Bible Verses encouraging me to do xxx. I will not appreciate it. I am perfectly lucid as I write this and am not currently depressed. My biggest problem now is handing in EE on Friday, which I will do tomorrow since I ended up ignoring it today despite my best intentions.
Today when I got back home I saw the printer cable sitting on my desk, so I spent about an hour fixing it up. Then, I scanned in my old Chinese compositions (sorry Arjun! Ask someone to translate or something) from 2005/Sec 3.
I bet if I did this shit in ACSI (and I did it for 3 years running in MGS!), I would have been called to Drong's office long ago because not only was I the worst student in my year for Chinese, I had a predilection for writing about tigers in my compositions.
It seems like yesterday (ohohoho a cliche!) that my compositions was being passed around during Raymond Ong's SS/History lessons and translated for Sheril.
I bet if I did this shit in ACSI (and I did it for 3 years running in MGS!), I would have been called to Drong's office long ago because not only was I the worst student in my year for Chinese, I had a predilection for writing about tigers in my compositions.
It seems like yesterday (ohohoho a cliche!) that my compositions was being passed around during Raymond Ong's SS/History lessons and translated for Sheril.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Two quick things before I pop off:
1) I was sitting at the benches at the intact side today during the 2nd recess with Jess Malik and wedged the end of my ruler between the slats of the bench. I started playing with it like it was a trebuchet (I think you can tell where this is going), flicking the free end about when it suddenly sprag out and FLEW OVER THE RAILINGS. As I ran over filled with dispair at the idea of having to run 5 stories down to pick up my poor ruler, I saw something worse: it was sitting happily on the weird aluminum awnings.
I think I would have felt better if it just fell. Instead it's sitting there now, half looking like it's going to remain there for a few good years and half looking like the next wind would blow it off it's perch. I don't like the idea of it being in limbo - being able to fall at any given moment without me being around :x
2) THERE ARE FUCKING HUGE ASS RATS IN THE SAC, OMG OMG OMG.
Arjun, Stephanie and I stayed late today and we went into the SAC around 5:30-ish. They switched off the lights after a while, and out of the corner of my eye I saw this thing slitering along the bottom of the wall, clinging to the corners. I originally thought it was a lizard, but a glance revealed it was a rat. It ran and hid behind a cleaner's trolley. Just as we started complaining about how disgusting it was, I saw this mother-fucking-as-big-as-a-small-cat rat sit grandly outside the passageway to the stalls. I screamed and the thing ran towards the old SAC side. It was so huge, it freaked me out. Living in old houses before, I've seen my hair share of rodents - but never so big! Shit. Talk about disgusting.
1) I was sitting at the benches at the intact side today during the 2nd recess with Jess Malik and wedged the end of my ruler between the slats of the bench. I started playing with it like it was a trebuchet (I think you can tell where this is going), flicking the free end about when it suddenly sprag out and FLEW OVER THE RAILINGS. As I ran over filled with dispair at the idea of having to run 5 stories down to pick up my poor ruler, I saw something worse: it was sitting happily on the weird aluminum awnings.
I think I would have felt better if it just fell. Instead it's sitting there now, half looking like it's going to remain there for a few good years and half looking like the next wind would blow it off it's perch. I don't like the idea of it being in limbo - being able to fall at any given moment without me being around :x
2) THERE ARE FUCKING HUGE ASS RATS IN THE SAC, OMG OMG OMG.
Arjun, Stephanie and I stayed late today and we went into the SAC around 5:30-ish. They switched off the lights after a while, and out of the corner of my eye I saw this thing slitering along the bottom of the wall, clinging to the corners. I originally thought it was a lizard, but a glance revealed it was a rat. It ran and hid behind a cleaner's trolley. Just as we started complaining about how disgusting it was, I saw this mother-fucking-as-big-as-a-small-cat rat sit grandly outside the passageway to the stalls. I screamed and the thing ran towards the old SAC side. It was so huge, it freaked me out. Living in old houses before, I've seen my hair share of rodents - but never so big! Shit. Talk about disgusting.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Last night just as I was about to sleep, I clicked on a link from some one's blog to my blog. However the catch was that it was my old blog. A blog so old, it had another blog in between before I settled down at thechartreusetiger.
Inspired, I went off in search of my Sec 1 blog, mwsy.diaryland.com - and I still discovered it alive! So I went to resurrect it. Oh the terrible unbearable language and rubbish I used to write. I then copied Angeline and switched to Blurty, so blurty.com/~melzilla exists as a memoir to my Sec 2 year. In Sec 3 I went off to ethreality.diaryland.com, but later fled after I went through another round of paranoia over a certain few peoples reading my blog. However I am unable to resurrect that one, which I find quite a pity ): for some reason it's not the usual password I've been using since Sec 1.
Here are the links to the 'good posts' I did in Sec 1: Bimbos (which started a whole chain of bimbo battles), and some random shit I wrote in response to an article. Should you ever decide to explore it's murky adolescent depths of angst and rebellious ridden hell, I suggest heading right for the archive page instead of just clicking 'previous' because there's a lot of redirection pages.
Sec 2 is amusing because I wrote a lot of stuff about 1) Guides 2) ACSI 3) How much I hate my teachers.
"Thursday:
Swimming PE. And when we arrived at ACSI, know what we discovered? THERE WAS A WATER POLO MATCH BEING HELD THERE LATER and there were guys, guys are more guys around.
Talk out being outnumbered as the saying goes "there's safety in numbers" the guys got bolder and I even saw about 4 of upper sec guys just STARING at the non-swimming MGS girls. They were wearing long pants if I'm not wrong.
And then from the field, there were these guys decked out in PE t-shirt and all leaning over the fence and watching the Beginners swim and soon a bunch of non-acsi guys who I suspect were playing against ACSI later, wonder what school they were from.
And then the guys nearest to the pool "accidentally" missed the ball and it flew into the pool right in front of me while I was rubbing my eyes. I was startled and screamed. Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
But I took the ball and threw in back to them. So dao mei having to be right at the end of the class. Anyways, later on two balls fell into the pool at the same time, I got the one closest to me and threw it back, but then the other ball was floating away towards the other end of the pool, I felt like looking them straight in the eye and give an evil smile. Too bad I didn't and I just watched the ball float further and further away and I watched the guys as then tried to pull up the legs of their shorts and get the ball. Wheeeeeeeee, so mean (:
Try to get the attention of girls right? Hahahahaha idiots. They later on tried the other end of the class and poor Yvonne had to swim right to end to get the ball even though it was barely 30 cm away from her when she started out to grab it. Oh and coincidently, no balls flew into the pool when we were at the other end and out of the corner of my eye while listening to Mrs Kwan the guys were doing exaggerated moves. Despots.
And later my badge rolled into the drain! Wahhhhhh I ended up having to buy a new badge at school to replace it, WASTE MY MONEY. Mr Ong atcually lifted up the drain cover but we couldn't find it inside and I decided I didn't want it back anymore. Yuk."
I like how I used 'despots' wrongly.
On another note I re-did a quiz I found on the Sec 2 blog, so here are the results, then vs now:
Take Free Enneagram Word Test
personality tests by similarminds.com
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Quiz aside, I finally took out the two zhuo wen I did in Sec 3 and showed the .9 people in Kenneth Huang's Econs class.
They were overcome with laughter at the various weird shit I wrote and mis-writings (you can't say misspell for Chinese characters!) I wrote, especially when writing lao hu. When my dad buys the damn printer cable, I swear I will scan it in. (On another note yesterday I assembled a side table from Ikea which had been lying in my room for a week, so I could install the damn printer. When it came to the last bit, connecting the printer - I discovered there was no USB cable. WTF!)
There's a certain sort of sadness I get now, thinking about my Secondary school years. I felt way more awesome for starters, like I reached the peak of my 'awesome' abilities and now I'm in decline. That and I did a lot more rubbish, was more rebellious, extroverted, hyper. I was certainly no less suffering from sporadic depression, but I handled it better. Maybe because it wasn't so bad then.
I've calmed down a lot the past few years, as unlikely as it seems. I am not longer as outwardly spirited as before, I rebel less, I think more, I feel life more as opposed to riding on emptiness disguised as happiness. I'm less innocent, more melancholy, feel more incompetent, bi-polar. My writing has switched from pointless absurd to my odd interpretations and viewpoint of life. I listen to much better music, enjoy better films and read better books (I think I am in love with Stendhal now!), have more intellectual experiences.
However as much as life has changed thus far, I still retain the most wonderful friends a girl could ever ask for: Angeline, Stephanie and Ianthe. Many friends come and go, and remain only in the conscious of a certain time period, but there are always those who stick with you through thick and thin. It's because of this that I feel so thankful for coming to ACSI, because I've made so many meaningful friends here - people I expect to 'have' in my life even ten years down the road (well Jia Hui, you get lumped into here even though you're not from ACSI).
Of course, there is always a special category for Suat Ying, the random RGS girl who entered my life as I entered Sec 4. Even though we've never met, we're been through quite a bit of madness together. For that, I cannot thank you/God enough.
Yes, I am truly blessed. I do need to remind myself of this more often.
Inspired, I went off in search of my Sec 1 blog, mwsy.diaryland.com - and I still discovered it alive! So I went to resurrect it. Oh the terrible unbearable language and rubbish I used to write. I then copied Angeline and switched to Blurty, so blurty.com/~melzilla exists as a memoir to my Sec 2 year. In Sec 3 I went off to ethreality.diaryland.com, but later fled after I went through another round of paranoia over a certain few peoples reading my blog. However I am unable to resurrect that one, which I find quite a pity ): for some reason it's not the usual password I've been using since Sec 1.
Here are the links to the 'good posts' I did in Sec 1: Bimbos (which started a whole chain of bimbo battles), and some random shit I wrote in response to an article. Should you ever decide to explore it's murky adolescent depths of angst and rebellious ridden hell, I suggest heading right for the archive page instead of just clicking 'previous' because there's a lot of redirection pages.
Sec 2 is amusing because I wrote a lot of stuff about 1) Guides 2) ACSI 3) How much I hate my teachers.
"Thursday:
Swimming PE. And when we arrived at ACSI, know what we discovered? THERE WAS A WATER POLO MATCH BEING HELD THERE LATER and there were guys, guys are more guys around.
Talk out being outnumbered as the saying goes "there's safety in numbers" the guys got bolder and I even saw about 4 of upper sec guys just STARING at the non-swimming MGS girls. They were wearing long pants if I'm not wrong.
And then from the field, there were these guys decked out in PE t-shirt and all leaning over the fence and watching the Beginners swim and soon a bunch of non-acsi guys who I suspect were playing against ACSI later, wonder what school they were from.
And then the guys nearest to the pool "accidentally" missed the ball and it flew into the pool right in front of me while I was rubbing my eyes. I was startled and screamed. Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
But I took the ball and threw in back to them. So dao mei having to be right at the end of the class. Anyways, later on two balls fell into the pool at the same time, I got the one closest to me and threw it back, but then the other ball was floating away towards the other end of the pool, I felt like looking them straight in the eye and give an evil smile. Too bad I didn't and I just watched the ball float further and further away and I watched the guys as then tried to pull up the legs of their shorts and get the ball. Wheeeeeeeee, so mean (:
Try to get the attention of girls right? Hahahahaha idiots. They later on tried the other end of the class and poor Yvonne had to swim right to end to get the ball even though it was barely 30 cm away from her when she started out to grab it. Oh and coincidently, no balls flew into the pool when we were at the other end and out of the corner of my eye while listening to Mrs Kwan the guys were doing exaggerated moves. Despots.
And later my badge rolled into the drain! Wahhhhhh I ended up having to buy a new badge at school to replace it, WASTE MY MONEY. Mr Ong atcually lifted up the drain cover but we couldn't find it inside and I decided I didn't want it back anymore. Yuk."
I like how I used 'despots' wrongly.
On another note I re-did a quiz I found on the Sec 2 blog, so here are the results, then vs now:
| Enneagram Test Results
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personality tests by similarminds.com
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Quiz aside, I finally took out the two zhuo wen I did in Sec 3 and showed the .9 people in Kenneth Huang's Econs class.
They were overcome with laughter at the various weird shit I wrote and mis-writings (you can't say misspell for Chinese characters!) I wrote, especially when writing lao hu. When my dad buys the damn printer cable, I swear I will scan it in. (On another note yesterday I assembled a side table from Ikea which had been lying in my room for a week, so I could install the damn printer. When it came to the last bit, connecting the printer - I discovered there was no USB cable. WTF!)
There's a certain sort of sadness I get now, thinking about my Secondary school years. I felt way more awesome for starters, like I reached the peak of my 'awesome' abilities and now I'm in decline. That and I did a lot more rubbish, was more rebellious, extroverted, hyper. I was certainly no less suffering from sporadic depression, but I handled it better. Maybe because it wasn't so bad then.
I've calmed down a lot the past few years, as unlikely as it seems. I am not longer as outwardly spirited as before, I rebel less, I think more, I feel life more as opposed to riding on emptiness disguised as happiness. I'm less innocent, more melancholy, feel more incompetent, bi-polar. My writing has switched from pointless absurd to my odd interpretations and viewpoint of life. I listen to much better music, enjoy better films and read better books (I think I am in love with Stendhal now!), have more intellectual experiences.
However as much as life has changed thus far, I still retain the most wonderful friends a girl could ever ask for: Angeline, Stephanie and Ianthe. Many friends come and go, and remain only in the conscious of a certain time period, but there are always those who stick with you through thick and thin. It's because of this that I feel so thankful for coming to ACSI, because I've made so many meaningful friends here - people I expect to 'have' in my life even ten years down the road (well Jia Hui, you get lumped into here even though you're not from ACSI).
Of course, there is always a special category for Suat Ying, the random RGS girl who entered my life as I entered Sec 4. Even though we've never met, we're been through quite a bit of madness together. For that, I cannot thank you/God enough.
Yes, I am truly blessed. I do need to remind myself of this more often.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
At the end of this whole IB business, I’m going to wind up owing my first born to Daryl (if he even wants my sproglet) for all the academic help he has given me. My head feels spinnily dizzy right now, so despite the mountain loads of work (EE, Math Project are the most pressing, i.e.: due this week) I shall blog instead.
I got tagged to do some saccharinely sweet quiz by Stephanie. This then brings about the dilemma, how the heck do I find 8 people to even pass this onto? It’s impossibly female oriented and I doubt people would do this even if I tagged them (though Sir Brythain you should try it if you’re up to it!). But without further ado I present the quiz:
Probably not a very good one. I imagine a long period of depression, random mood swings, lots of lying about on my bed followed by an intense period of manical I MUST MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME AND LIVE AGAIN and then a burn out. Repeat ad infinitum?
2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?
It depends. My automatic reaction is to freak out, have panic attacks and then get insanely paranoid about being raped. However in periods between insanity, I alternatively consider dating the person. Once though, I managed to behave perfectly normally (and felt normal too) to someone I knew who liked me.
3. What will your dream wedding be like?
It should be in a nice church, other than that I never really gave it much thought. I would play Rick Astley.
4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?
Confused isn’t quite the term I’d use, ‘scared’ seems to fit better. I feel scared of what lies ahead, of all the unknowns out there! I’ve been planning my future nicely in my head for the past few years, but there is this huge fear within me that I won’t be able to see it through.
5. What's your ideal lover like?
Outgoing, friendly, thoughtful, assertive (because I’m not), intelligent, has a soul I can drown in, intuitive, shares at least some similar interests, must accept my brother, easy going, has no temper (because I’ve got lots of it :x), quirky, able to make me laugh.
6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?
Loving someone. Because sometimes you might not like the person that loves you? At least there is an element of control in this (I sound so cold and calculating here). My stance further follows the conventional argument of ‘it’s better to give than to receive’.
7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?
It really depends on how I feel for the person, if I love them and the other person then I’d wait for a long time. Though most likely I’ll take a while to get over it (I guess this the waiting period?) and then try my best to move on.
8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Get over the person, since it was just a ‘like’ to begin with and not a ‘love’. Besides, I can’t like someone who’s attached – my mind would stop liking them once I know they’re attached.
9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?
Lots. Like my keyboard went weird earlier today and I keep having headaches today.
10. What do you want most in life?
To find my other half and be complete.
11. Is being tagged fun?
If I had enough time to do it without impeding on my study time, I guess it’s marginally fun?
12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?
Something like this actually happened to me before, it was beginning last year when I liked my Japanese teacher and he gave lots of signs about liking me back. But because the age gap between us was 10 years, he instead started dating my cousin. Talk about a soap opera. I reacted by being really sad and agonized, half wanting my cousin to be happy and half wanting him for myself. I got over him, they stopped dating, he started doing weird I-like-you actions to me and I left Japanese class (that and I had no time).
13. Who is currently the most important person to you?
This is hard to quantify since my good friends and family are important to me. I’d be equally devastated and depressed if anything happened to them.
14. What kind of person do you think I am?
Retarded.
15. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
(Only if happily) married and poor. This might be hard to answer though, since some people out there do not need a relationship to be happy/are happier single and I might just morph into one of those people when I get older.
16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?
If they don’t recognise me, then I probably don’t know them (whether personally or not). And if I don’t know them I’m unlikely to even like them in the first place!
17. Would you give your all in a relationship?
Yes, provided I went into the relationship with no strings attached.
18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?
If you love two people at the same time and cannot choose, it is obvious you don’t love one enough to even pick. Therefore I’d leave both alone and go do some soul searching.
19. What type of friends do you like?
I like eccentric and odd people, with a touch of intelligence. This question should be rephrased to ‘what type of people do you like?’.
20. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?
Since I’m the one playing the prank, shouldn’t I be laughing at the expense of the other person? Unless I have schizophrenia or something, then maybe I’ll have a panic attack and freak out/have a seizure.
On another note, I found this amusing video on Jia Hui’s blog:
It's so incongruous, it's funny! Plus points for random abuse of children's TV characters.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
I just got reminded of last Sat, when Nic and I were eating lunch at Crystal Jade, someone sitting at the next table suddenly went 'OMG have you heard 1 2 3 4 by Fay-est?'
WE DIED.
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If it wasn't for Biology practical in the morning - today would have been totally useless. It was probably the only reason (well that and I wanted to hear Brendan Ma) I dragged myself to school despite the fact I had a very bad night's rest & was still suffering from hyperacidity in my stomach, which makes me hungry all the damn time.
Worse still: BRENDAN DIDN'T EVEN WIN LEE SUAN YEW.
I feel cheated. All the contestants were so dull this year compared to last year, so it made for quite dull listening save for the occasional wtf moments like DOTA boy. Then Brendan lost to a particular junior (in !nk nonetheless) who I am not particularly fond of. Damnit. His prepared speech and impromptu were far superior as well, with the winner's speech not making any damn sense except to entertain. Nevertheless, I'm sure Brendan had his fun with his numerous innuendos peppered throughout the speeches like the unforgettable 'grab it by its haunches and thrust'.
Oh Brendan - you should have won.
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I stayed back in school to try and finish Hist IA. My peace was horribly ruined with the arrival of Sir Reverse Weeaboo and his entourage of International Friendship Day teachers (actually on second thought, how the hell were they involved?). They were horrified to find that we had been dismissed early AND that we had not known/done anything for International Friendship Day. Just as the remaining bunch of us started to worry about the shit Cheryl would get into, Reverse Weeaboo said WTY would be the one getting the shit. WTY, the useless teacher who was going to write OUR DAMN TESTIMONIALS. Ah fuck.
So as a few of us ran about half freaking out, JC dug out the poster backing from the distribution board and found a few pieces of white scrap paper. Thanks to the router in class, we had internet service and I logged onto the ever useful Wikipedia to do research on the Czech Republic. I procured a red kinokuniya bag (Christmas special) from under my desk and took a blue kinokuniya bag I saw behind Nic's seat. As Mai was writing out all the information on the poster, we improvised the 'pictures' criteria by grabbing random images, so on went a Spanish worksheet and a postcard of Switzerland I took from Career Day. Mai did the writing, JC did the cutting and assembling of the flag, Daryl LOLED like shit and a certain someone got in the way and irritated all of us who were rushing.
As we were finishing up, Reverse Weeaboo appeared again and told us to hurry up - because we'd get penalised for handing it up late. So I ended up grabbing it and randomly running to the lift landing. Why I did so, I had no idea since we had no banner to begin with. So this is the result of 20 minutes of rushing.
I like how someone misspelt my name.
WE DIED.
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If it wasn't for Biology practical in the morning - today would have been totally useless. It was probably the only reason (well that and I wanted to hear Brendan Ma) I dragged myself to school despite the fact I had a very bad night's rest & was still suffering from hyperacidity in my stomach, which makes me hungry all the damn time.
Worse still: BRENDAN DIDN'T EVEN WIN LEE SUAN YEW.
I feel cheated. All the contestants were so dull this year compared to last year, so it made for quite dull listening save for the occasional wtf moments like DOTA boy. Then Brendan lost to a particular junior (in !nk nonetheless) who I am not particularly fond of. Damnit. His prepared speech and impromptu were far superior as well, with the winner's speech not making any damn sense except to entertain. Nevertheless, I'm sure Brendan had his fun with his numerous innuendos peppered throughout the speeches like the unforgettable 'grab it by its haunches and thrust'.
Oh Brendan - you should have won.
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I stayed back in school to try and finish Hist IA. My peace was horribly ruined with the arrival of Sir Reverse Weeaboo and his entourage of International Friendship Day teachers (actually on second thought, how the hell were they involved?). They were horrified to find that we had been dismissed early AND that we had not known/done anything for International Friendship Day. Just as the remaining bunch of us started to worry about the shit Cheryl would get into, Reverse Weeaboo said WTY would be the one getting the shit. WTY, the useless teacher who was going to write OUR DAMN TESTIMONIALS. Ah fuck.
So as a few of us ran about half freaking out, JC dug out the poster backing from the distribution board and found a few pieces of white scrap paper. Thanks to the router in class, we had internet service and I logged onto the ever useful Wikipedia to do research on the Czech Republic. I procured a red kinokuniya bag (Christmas special) from under my desk and took a blue kinokuniya bag I saw behind Nic's seat. As Mai was writing out all the information on the poster, we improvised the 'pictures' criteria by grabbing random images, so on went a Spanish worksheet and a postcard of Switzerland I took from Career Day. Mai did the writing, JC did the cutting and assembling of the flag, Daryl LOLED like shit and a certain someone got in the way and irritated all of us who were rushing.
As we were finishing up, Reverse Weeaboo appeared again and told us to hurry up - because we'd get penalised for handing it up late. So I ended up grabbing it and randomly running to the lift landing. Why I did so, I had no idea since we had no banner to begin with. So this is the result of 20 minutes of rushing.
I like how someone misspelt my name.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
I'm not sure why (actually I have a vague idea, but I'm going to pretend I'm in denial about this) but I have been once more swept along an utter wave of irrational feelings. Cielo says enjoy the ride while it's lasts and don't think too much - but ack I can't stop thinking! Thinking that:
1) This is silly
2) I should be more sensible and not let it get to me
3) I don't even know this person
4) I really ought to be thinking of other stuff, like my HIST IA, WORLD LIT 2, HIST EE, TOK ESSAY, ECONS IA 5, MATH PROJECT
Conclusion: I shall attempt rather valiantly to assume a normal life (or as normal as a life like mine can ever get) while hoping for some greater, bigger, and nicely rounder out there!
Monday, April 07, 2008
I just had a rather horrible realisation (or maybe I'm being paranoid) that I'm a vaguely well known figure in school because:
1) I had a relationship with a certain someone
2) I kicked in a glass door and ended up taking the IB Chinese exams in a cast
and then well, there was the stuff last Tuesday & Thursday.
How wonderful ): I feel a little sick thinking about it.
1) I had a relationship with a certain someone
2) I kicked in a glass door and ended up taking the IB Chinese exams in a cast
and then well, there was the stuff last Tuesday & Thursday.
How wonderful ): I feel a little sick thinking about it.
Today started out weirdly.
In the morning, as I sat in a drug induced stupor munching on my ham sandwich, I spotted this large behemoth (it looked like it was the size of my clenched fist) of some vaguely insect-like thing flying towards me. As I ducked and freaked out simultaneously, it suddenly changed it's flight path - flew right into a wall with a thud and fell into a box (about 2m+ high) with a plop.
Then as we entered the CPA for chapel, the freaking laser ray gun from STARSHIP TROOPERS greeted us (while also severely impeding human traffic).
Later on during Econs, I discover I forgot there was an assignment (read: in class non open book essay) and started panicking - I've already failed one Econs test because I forgot about it and didn't study. Instead we watched the end of Life and Debt (with the most fascinating Jamaican accents - I would marry a Jamaican for the accent alone!). Phew.
As if the day wasn't odd enough, the clasp/hook on the back of my skirt fell off, so my skirt kept unzipping itself and threatened to fall off. Damned cheapo skirts. I ended up having to use my shawl as some belt to hold the thing up. I remember frantically looking for a safety pin (and for some reason I hear a mocking 'BE PREPARED AT ALL TIMES!' now) and having the vague idea of stealing the safety pin off the back of one of those green ribbons. Then I realised those pins were far too small.
On another note, this link has been sitting around my browser for the past few days. It's simply the most romantic letter I have ever read in my life, from the philosopher André Gorz to his wife. There's talk of his letters being compiled and translated into English for a book which I hope is true because I want that book.
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I'm obsessed with something completely pointless again. Woo hoo. Go me.
Except this one is worse-r than the last one.
In the morning, as I sat in a drug induced stupor munching on my ham sandwich, I spotted this large behemoth (it looked like it was the size of my clenched fist) of some vaguely insect-like thing flying towards me. As I ducked and freaked out simultaneously, it suddenly changed it's flight path - flew right into a wall with a thud and fell into a box (about 2m+ high) with a plop.
Then as we entered the CPA for chapel, the freaking laser ray gun from STARSHIP TROOPERS greeted us (while also severely impeding human traffic).
Later on during Econs, I discover I forgot there was an assignment (read: in class non open book essay) and started panicking - I've already failed one Econs test because I forgot about it and didn't study. Instead we watched the end of Life and Debt (with the most fascinating Jamaican accents - I would marry a Jamaican for the accent alone!). Phew.
As if the day wasn't odd enough, the clasp/hook on the back of my skirt fell off, so my skirt kept unzipping itself and threatened to fall off. Damned cheapo skirts. I ended up having to use my shawl as some belt to hold the thing up. I remember frantically looking for a safety pin (and for some reason I hear a mocking 'BE PREPARED AT ALL TIMES!' now) and having the vague idea of stealing the safety pin off the back of one of those green ribbons. Then I realised those pins were far too small.
On another note, this link has been sitting around my browser for the past few days. It's simply the most romantic letter I have ever read in my life, from the philosopher André Gorz to his wife. There's talk of his letters being compiled and translated into English for a book which I hope is true because I want that book.
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I'm obsessed with something completely pointless again. Woo hoo. Go me.
Except this one is worse-r than the last one.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
To my amazement, I actually got sunburned yesterday during the Swim Against Malaria. One of the songs (or rather bands) that I will forever associate with that event is MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE - because I am just *that* hardcore.
I was swimming one of the odd numbered laps and trying to concentrate on not drowning when MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE started being blasted through the sound system. The only reason I knew it was MCR was because it was from one of the songs that kept being blasted on the tv advertisement.
I wtf-ing in and out of the water (and because it was blasted so damn loud I could hear it even while I was underwater). Afterwards when I was bumming around, Lex and I started talking about the music being played and how I missed !!! and LCD Soundsystem earlier, and soon System of a Down and Marilyn Manson (according to Lex) started playing and Lex went off to change the offending iPod.
I have no idea why I am complaining about music again.
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Hooray for Arjun, who had cramps in his thigh around the 60 - 70th laps and still managed to complete a full 100 laps at the end of the event. Chun Wui also swam a commendable 100 laps and Ted Kin ran out of time and stopped at 90 laps, all the while complaining that he hated swimming. Jim, on the other hand, was bloody insane. Originally saying he'd swim 200 laps, he instead swam 400 laps! Which makes it 386 more laps than I did, and 390 laps more than drong did.
But the hero of the day was David Chan. Jim, fresh from his 400 laps was gay hugging Lex and decided Lex needed to cool off. So in went the non swimming Filipino and the 400 lap swimmer. Out came the 400 lap swimmer. Non swimming Filipino floundered about (at say, 1.5 - 1.6m). In went the hardworking David Chan (was he even supposed to be a lifeguard?) and saved the beloved head of discipline. OUR HERO!
I was swimming one of the odd numbered laps and trying to concentrate on not drowning when MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE started being blasted through the sound system. The only reason I knew it was MCR was because it was from one of the songs that kept being blasted on the tv advertisement.
I wtf-ing in and out of the water (and because it was blasted so damn loud I could hear it even while I was underwater). Afterwards when I was bumming around, Lex and I started talking about the music being played and how I missed !!! and LCD Soundsystem earlier, and soon System of a Down and Marilyn Manson (according to Lex) started playing and Lex went off to change the offending iPod.
I have no idea why I am complaining about music again.
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Hooray for Arjun, who had cramps in his thigh around the 60 - 70th laps and still managed to complete a full 100 laps at the end of the event. Chun Wui also swam a commendable 100 laps and Ted Kin ran out of time and stopped at 90 laps, all the while complaining that he hated swimming. Jim, on the other hand, was bloody insane. Originally saying he'd swim 200 laps, he instead swam 400 laps! Which makes it 386 more laps than I did, and 390 laps more than drong did.
But the hero of the day was David Chan. Jim, fresh from his 400 laps was gay hugging Lex and decided Lex needed to cool off. So in went the non swimming Filipino and the 400 lap swimmer. Out came the 400 lap swimmer. Non swimming Filipino floundered about (at say, 1.5 - 1.6m). In went the hardworking David Chan (was he even supposed to be a lifeguard?) and saved the beloved head of discipline. OUR HERO!
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday (Today)
Walked into C3 - 04 today for Math Studies, and was greeted with the most realistic imitation of a garbage dump. The guys had the windows wide open and after complaining of the smell I propped the door open with a desk. After more complaints we migrated to the circular classroom follow by good old B3 - 09.
Then for PE we had the 2.4 run, and my timing was 30 seconds worse than my old Sec 4 timing -___- and my ankle was stiff real bad afterwards. Lex died, so Elliot and I sent him to the matron.
After school I changed into my clothes for the ink assignment, waited outside the staffroom for gazoinks with Mr Tan SL for Yihang to turn up. Got fed up, called him and Kaijun came instead, then we went to 6.7 to collect Mr Whang and then return to the staffroom for some odd, meaningless and not really funny rubbish. Afterwards I met Cielo and we went to Cold Storage Jelita and she bought a watermelon (wtf?!) and I uh, bought salted duck's eggs.
Sunday
Woke up at 4am, unable to breathe. Tried blowing my nose and nothing came out, instead those weird glands at the top were swollen till I couldn't breathe. Suspect it was the inhalation of the cigarette smoke from Adrian Pang's damned cigarettes. Went back to sleep breathing with my mouth.
Woke up at 12:30pm. OMG. Spent the rest of the day lumping around and baked a fail blueberry pie (because it collapsed). Didn't do any bloody work.
Saturday
Woke up early for YLS. Went to school not knowing where the hell is was and ended up following the mass of people there. Spent 1 hour 20 mins talking to JLC/other people because the damn guest of honours were late. The GOHs came, was boring as hell. That was slowly followed by the Q & A session, so Steph, Christabel and I escaped to the SAC where we found the council members and the buffet. Ohohoho.
We adjourned for lunch and a whole bunch of people headed for fun-o-rama, leaving a few of us behind to jaga their bags. JLC, Gen, Nicholas, Gerald, Cheryl, Elliot and I then headed for good old 6.9 to bum around for about 30 mins. There, we met Darren. JLC and Gerald started playing Little Fighter 2 on Gerald's com, and Gerald was the first to die (why the hell do I remember this).
My chamber was down to 2 people who were staying the entire duration of the summit (since I too had to leave early, damnit we were told it would end at 5pm previously) so we ended up combining with Cheryl's chamber. There I sat next to Steph and:
1) was really bored
2) brain dead from TOK
3) started typing 'Hurrrr' on Gen's laptop, and kept my finger on the 'r' key
4) Steph jumped in and started typing 'r' too, including lots of copy pasta.
5) Manage to find out the maximum number of pages Microsoft word supports (32,799)
6) saved the world's largest purely text Microsoft word file (100,000kb+) [damn Gen, I want those screenshots]
7) kept cracking up whenever I thought about it - so I started laughing uncontrollably at inappropriate moments
8) Cheryl started saying 5 'likes' in every sentence
9) I thought the VJC girl next to me was Sec 4. She was actually JC 2 (ERRRRR.)
10) was told that I 'like eating' by Louis Leong (eh wtf?!)
So we had like 5 extra snack packs left over, even after some of us took another one. I ended up carrying them and feeling really greedy :x
Then it was on to the LT for presentations. I sat next to Cheryl and Gen (who somehow later ended up next to Rajesh - I forgot who was next to him initially). We started off by playing bingo, then moving on to the ABC game with 'names of people in school' as the first theme. We played 'cartoons', 'musical instruments','drinks', 'fruits and vegetables' and 'districts in Singapore'. Very productive.
For the last two, Cheryl and I had some boys vs girls thing with Gen and Rajesh, but Jiayun who sat in front kept helping them. Later they even leaned back and got Torston and Baey's brother to help them -_________________- so Cheryl and I asked Christabel and Gwen (the VJC girl) for help. We were leading for both, but toward the end got stuck and resulted in one loss and one draw ):
Nic who was in the chamber playing Civ 4 below, got stopped from playing his game sometime between our various ABC games. We looked up see a powerpoint slide of 'WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I PLAY MY FUCKING GAME?!' and our chambers just died LOL-ing.
Then I headed back home to prepare for The Pillowman.
The theatre was really cold and the first scene reminded me of pyramid head :x Then the rest of the actors came out and OH GOD CIGARETTE SMOKE *cough hack cough*. Thank you lovely first row seats. I probably inhaled more smoke than I have in my entire life. I enjoyed the play and the best parts had to be when Katurian Katurian Katurian started retelling his stories and the projector would show animated comic panels on the walls. That and the disturbing scene when he recalled his twisted childhood mixed with the story 'the writer and the writer's brother'.
On the way home, I had sen mian! (I've not had it since I was in MGS, and boy do I miss it!)
Friday
TOK presentation. ZOMG stressful.
Practiced 3 times.
Was the last one to go -__________________-
JLC and Daryl said the presentation seemed quite alright, so hopefully I'll get an acceptable grade. A certain teacher acted like a prick though. He walked in and out during my presentation, and then during Q & A asked me something really off (because he had not heard my definitions of foreign intervention) and I was left to wtf. Luckily Daryl stopped him by pointing out (albeit later) that I had defined my terms as interference in the events of another country. Que 1 minute of silence as the examiners are rendered silent.
'Er, you can go now. Remember to fill in and hand in your forms'
-_______________________________________________________________-
Thank you Daryl
Thursday
Sought help from JLC and Daryl for TOK presentation.
So total tally of people I have gotten help from:
A Cashew Nut
Daryl
JLC
Nicholas
Samuel Cheam
Gen
Mai
Song Yeong (sat for my trial presentation)
Reverse Weeaboo
That list is roughly in order of importance (since not all factors can be ranked! Ohohoho.)
Stayed back with JLC, Chun Wui, Gerald, Joash, Elliot, Cielo, Song Yeong to do the presenation - ended up leaving school at 7:15pm. Whoooooosh.
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Damnit it's really late now, I should go (and blog about my birthday when I remember it...)
Walked into C3 - 04 today for Math Studies, and was greeted with the most realistic imitation of a garbage dump. The guys had the windows wide open and after complaining of the smell I propped the door open with a desk. After more complaints we migrated to the circular classroom follow by good old B3 - 09.
Then for PE we had the 2.4 run, and my timing was 30 seconds worse than my old Sec 4 timing -___- and my ankle was stiff real bad afterwards. Lex died, so Elliot and I sent him to the matron.
After school I changed into my clothes for the ink assignment, waited outside the staffroom for gazoinks with Mr Tan SL for Yihang to turn up. Got fed up, called him and Kaijun came instead, then we went to 6.7 to collect Mr Whang and then return to the staffroom for some odd, meaningless and not really funny rubbish. Afterwards I met Cielo and we went to Cold Storage Jelita and she bought a watermelon (wtf?!) and I uh, bought salted duck's eggs.
Sunday
Woke up at 4am, unable to breathe. Tried blowing my nose and nothing came out, instead those weird glands at the top were swollen till I couldn't breathe. Suspect it was the inhalation of the cigarette smoke from Adrian Pang's damned cigarettes. Went back to sleep breathing with my mouth.
Woke up at 12:30pm. OMG. Spent the rest of the day lumping around and baked a fail blueberry pie (because it collapsed). Didn't do any bloody work.
Saturday
Woke up early for YLS. Went to school not knowing where the hell is was and ended up following the mass of people there. Spent 1 hour 20 mins talking to JLC/other people because the damn guest of honours were late. The GOHs came, was boring as hell. That was slowly followed by the Q & A session, so Steph, Christabel and I escaped to the SAC where we found the council members and the buffet. Ohohoho.
We adjourned for lunch and a whole bunch of people headed for fun-o-rama, leaving a few of us behind to jaga their bags. JLC, Gen, Nicholas, Gerald, Cheryl, Elliot and I then headed for good old 6.9 to bum around for about 30 mins. There, we met Darren. JLC and Gerald started playing Little Fighter 2 on Gerald's com, and Gerald was the first to die (why the hell do I remember this).
My chamber was down to 2 people who were staying the entire duration of the summit (since I too had to leave early, damnit we were told it would end at 5pm previously) so we ended up combining with Cheryl's chamber. There I sat next to Steph and:
1) was really bored
2) brain dead from TOK
3) started typing 'Hurrrr' on Gen's laptop, and kept my finger on the 'r' key
4) Steph jumped in and started typing 'r' too, including lots of copy pasta.
5) Manage to find out the maximum number of pages Microsoft word supports (32,799)
6) saved the world's largest purely text Microsoft word file (100,000kb+) [damn Gen, I want those screenshots]
7) kept cracking up whenever I thought about it - so I started laughing uncontrollably at inappropriate moments
8) Cheryl started saying 5 'likes' in every sentence
9) I thought the VJC girl next to me was Sec 4. She was actually JC 2 (ERRRRR.)
10) was told that I 'like eating' by Louis Leong (eh wtf?!)
So we had like 5 extra snack packs left over, even after some of us took another one. I ended up carrying them and feeling really greedy :x
Then it was on to the LT for presentations. I sat next to Cheryl and Gen (who somehow later ended up next to Rajesh - I forgot who was next to him initially). We started off by playing bingo, then moving on to the ABC game with 'names of people in school' as the first theme. We played 'cartoons', 'musical instruments','drinks', 'fruits and vegetables' and 'districts in Singapore'. Very productive.
For the last two, Cheryl and I had some boys vs girls thing with Gen and Rajesh, but Jiayun who sat in front kept helping them. Later they even leaned back and got Torston and Baey's brother to help them -_________________- so Cheryl and I asked Christabel and Gwen (the VJC girl) for help. We were leading for both, but toward the end got stuck and resulted in one loss and one draw ):
Nic who was in the chamber playing Civ 4 below, got stopped from playing his game sometime between our various ABC games. We looked up see a powerpoint slide of 'WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I PLAY MY FUCKING GAME?!' and our chambers just died LOL-ing.
Then I headed back home to prepare for The Pillowman.
The theatre was really cold and the first scene reminded me of pyramid head :x Then the rest of the actors came out and OH GOD CIGARETTE SMOKE *cough hack cough*. Thank you lovely first row seats. I probably inhaled more smoke than I have in my entire life. I enjoyed the play and the best parts had to be when Katurian Katurian Katurian started retelling his stories and the projector would show animated comic panels on the walls. That and the disturbing scene when he recalled his twisted childhood mixed with the story 'the writer and the writer's brother'.
On the way home, I had sen mian! (I've not had it since I was in MGS, and boy do I miss it!)
Friday
TOK presentation. ZOMG stressful.
Practiced 3 times.
Was the last one to go -__________________-
JLC and Daryl said the presentation seemed quite alright, so hopefully I'll get an acceptable grade. A certain teacher acted like a prick though. He walked in and out during my presentation, and then during Q & A asked me something really off (because he had not heard my definitions of foreign intervention) and I was left to wtf. Luckily Daryl stopped him by pointing out (albeit later) that I had defined my terms as interference in the events of another country. Que 1 minute of silence as the examiners are rendered silent.
'Er, you can go now. Remember to fill in and hand in your forms'
-_______________________________________________________________-
Thank you Daryl
Thursday
Sought help from JLC and Daryl for TOK presentation.
So total tally of people I have gotten help from:
A Cashew Nut
Daryl
JLC
Nicholas
Samuel Cheam
Gen
Mai
Song Yeong (sat for my trial presentation)
Reverse Weeaboo
That list is roughly in order of importance (since not all factors can be ranked! Ohohoho.)
Stayed back with JLC, Chun Wui, Gerald, Joash, Elliot, Cielo, Song Yeong to do the presenation - ended up leaving school at 7:15pm. Whoooooosh.
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Damnit it's really late now, I should go (and blog about my birthday when I remember it...)
Sunday, March 30, 2008
'This is not a multi-level pyramid scheme'. (listen to the audio)
Yes! And I am going to get an A for my Extended Essay.
Yes! And I am going to get an A for my Extended Essay.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
I've decided that I should at least have a pointer on an interesting thing that has happened to me over the course of one day - so at least when my memory fails I can read this blog and feel like my life is less of a waste (or that 2008 was more interesting than the mass of examinations and tests it is gearing up to be)
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Monday (Today):
Horrible morning. I woke up to the realisation that I forgot to reset the minute portion of my clock, so I woke 25 minutes late. After rushing around, I was most displeased to find that for once in almost a month - the damned bus was earlier than usual. Hoo-bloody-ray.
Mr SS wasn't around for PE, so we had a trial shuttle run. Lex and Nic kept dropping the shuttle cocks, both only getting it right on the third try. Daryl and I ran 10 rounds around the gym for extra exercise and some asshat (initials: C.Y.) kept blocking my way so I kept shoving him/deliberately colliding into him to get him out of the bloody way.
Cheryl also called the fail sg.cafe guy today. I find it more amusing however that one of the new players in the game has absolutely no awareness that I was one of the primary players, and that I was the one who passed on his handphone number. And because I don't exist - I get to post this here ^_^
Sunday:
At Cold Storage in Cluny Court, I was wnadering around the miniscule fozen goods section when out of the corner of my eye I saw a middle aged Caucasian stide up to the chilled drinks singing 'AHHHH CARLSBERG!'. I looked at him and LOLed and he looked at me and smiled. He then wandered over to the wines (which was opposite the frozen goods aisle) and started talking about wines to me. He said that a $20 wine has no difference from a $40 wine - it's at the $40 mark that the taste changes. He selected a Matthew Lang wine for $19.95 (cabernet? I think), highly recommended it to me and the other random Caucasian lady walking down the aisle. She took a bottle, and so did he. As he walked up and down the aisle, our conversation moved on to how it was surprising that I had no boyfriend, how he had some younger friends to introduce me to if I wanted, and how being young was the best time to be in love.
Saturday:
At ICA (see post), had lunch with the grandmother at some pathetic buffet place in Takashimaya because Au Petit Salut was closed for a private function and she prompty forgot that there were other places to eat in Dempsey Hill (Oh well, so much for a Birthday lunch).
Friday:
Slept most of the day, and finished Grotesque into the wee hours of the night (actually 3:00am). Went to sleep thinking about prostitutes and sex.
Thursday:
Had TOK presentation, which was quite a disaster. Thank goodness only Gerald, Song Yeong, Mai and Sir Reverse Weeaboo were around to see it. The Indian lady didn't turn up for Biology so a few of us (Mary, Jeanette, Tessa, Charles, Chaya, Amanda) were talking about the impending student council voting.
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Monday (Today):
Horrible morning. I woke up to the realisation that I forgot to reset the minute portion of my clock, so I woke 25 minutes late. After rushing around, I was most displeased to find that for once in almost a month - the damned bus was earlier than usual. Hoo-bloody-ray.
Mr SS wasn't around for PE, so we had a trial shuttle run. Lex and Nic kept dropping the shuttle cocks, both only getting it right on the third try. Daryl and I ran 10 rounds around the gym for extra exercise and some asshat (initials: C.Y.) kept blocking my way so I kept shoving him/deliberately colliding into him to get him out of the bloody way.
Cheryl also called the fail sg.cafe guy today. I find it more amusing however that one of the new players in the game has absolutely no awareness that I was one of the primary players, and that I was the one who passed on his handphone number. And because I don't exist - I get to post this here ^_^
Sunday:
At Cold Storage in Cluny Court, I was wnadering around the miniscule fozen goods section when out of the corner of my eye I saw a middle aged Caucasian stide up to the chilled drinks singing 'AHHHH CARLSBERG!'. I looked at him and LOLed and he looked at me and smiled. He then wandered over to the wines (which was opposite the frozen goods aisle) and started talking about wines to me. He said that a $20 wine has no difference from a $40 wine - it's at the $40 mark that the taste changes. He selected a Matthew Lang wine for $19.95 (cabernet? I think), highly recommended it to me and the other random Caucasian lady walking down the aisle. She took a bottle, and so did he. As he walked up and down the aisle, our conversation moved on to how it was surprising that I had no boyfriend, how he had some younger friends to introduce me to if I wanted, and how being young was the best time to be in love.
Saturday:
At ICA (see post), had lunch with the grandmother at some pathetic buffet place in Takashimaya because Au Petit Salut was closed for a private function and she prompty forgot that there were other places to eat in Dempsey Hill (Oh well, so much for a Birthday lunch).
Friday:
Slept most of the day, and finished Grotesque into the wee hours of the night (actually 3:00am). Went to sleep thinking about prostitutes and sex.
Thursday:
Had TOK presentation, which was quite a disaster. Thank goodness only Gerald, Song Yeong, Mai and Sir Reverse Weeaboo were around to see it. The Indian lady didn't turn up for Biology so a few of us (Mary, Jeanette, Tessa, Charles, Chaya, Amanda) were talking about the impending student council voting.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I just put my brother to sleep by playing The Darkness. After all, what music to better appeal to a young teenager than extremely bad rock music originating from dodgy sources? Looks like the CD that I bought when I was Sec 3? (it was with Ianthe and from HMV, lined up in some specials rack facing the entrance on the second floor - I have no idea why I remember this) was finally useful for something. I listened to it once before and that was it.
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I was at the ICA today to pick up my poor IC (I kept putting off going to collect the re-done one, and well, they sent me a letter on Wednesday to tell me they found my old one :D:D:D:D). When my grandma dropped me off, I was faced with a veritable mass of humanity and started cursing the decision I made to even think to visit ICA on a weekend. However, faced with a conflicting schedule (I refuse to visit the ICA on my birthday or on Friday when I had a vague notion of going out - I have the official TOK presentation now though, damnit) I had no real choice.
However when I went there, I was rather astonished to find that collection of lost ICs had their own special section - with the ominous words 'Interview Room' printed on them. Oh shit. I stood a distance away from the rooms nervously glancing up at the numbers and my queue number; just my luck that Singapore was so efficient that I was next one in line :x
The door opened and the crack revealed two guys sitting at the interview table looking morose, an Indian man who looked like he was in charge was holding the door open. My breath smelled like eggs :x Then my queue number flashed up and I sprang to my feet and felt like I was headed to my doom. Maybe they were going to detain me there and rearrange my brain to be some strange Drong spy.
The Indian man stopped and spoke to me outside the door and told me to hand him my items (letter, IC collection slip, queue number) and then return to my seat outside. I complied. After about five minutes I was called into the room :x I was steeling myself up to be drilled mercilessly by the IC gods but he just told me to sign two pieces of paper and wait again outside to collect my IC. Eh, what the heck?
So outside I waited, and before 5 minutes were over, my name was called and I held my old nerd pic IC in my hands again. I still had about 20 mins to kill till my grandma swung by to pick me up again for lunch, so I wandered about the ICA building. Did you know there's an ICA gallery? It's actually quite interesting and was pretty crowded. There I found out something(s), so uh Victor don't let any weird ICA people catch you with the plane gift I got you from China. They had various other interesting paraphernalia like:
1) Bong made out of a glass coke bottle. It looked like it had an erection or something.
2) Bong made out of coconuts
3) Furry handcuffs with tiger print (I LOLED)
4) Porno mags (isn't the internet better?!)
5) Nunchakus with a golden dragon motif
6) A crocodile skull (eh wtf?)
7) Dodgy religious material, by some weird prophet from God-knows-where (HEY LOOK A PUN)*
8) Some weird instructional manual on some odd religion*
9) Something that had an Indian god/goddess picture on it and was unreadable*
10) A poor Lala that had it's stuffing ripped out and drugs stuffed inside (I found this really funny too, because there was this little kid running around and was trying to reach for the Lala toy)
*(So this actually means we'll have no harebrained Scientologists here... I think)
Outside there was also an exhibition on modified cars to show smuggling of illegal immigrants. I actually felt kinda sad looking at that. It made me think of Ghosts and the most excellent book that I finished last night, Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino.
Ack it's 2:00 am! I'd better go now.
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I was at the ICA today to pick up my poor IC (I kept putting off going to collect the re-done one, and well, they sent me a letter on Wednesday to tell me they found my old one :D:D:D:D). When my grandma dropped me off, I was faced with a veritable mass of humanity and started cursing the decision I made to even think to visit ICA on a weekend. However, faced with a conflicting schedule (I refuse to visit the ICA on my birthday or on Friday when I had a vague notion of going out - I have the official TOK presentation now though, damnit) I had no real choice.
However when I went there, I was rather astonished to find that collection of lost ICs had their own special section - with the ominous words 'Interview Room' printed on them. Oh shit. I stood a distance away from the rooms nervously glancing up at the numbers and my queue number; just my luck that Singapore was so efficient that I was next one in line :x
The door opened and the crack revealed two guys sitting at the interview table looking morose, an Indian man who looked like he was in charge was holding the door open. My breath smelled like eggs :x Then my queue number flashed up and I sprang to my feet and felt like I was headed to my doom. Maybe they were going to detain me there and rearrange my brain to be some strange Drong spy.
The Indian man stopped and spoke to me outside the door and told me to hand him my items (letter, IC collection slip, queue number) and then return to my seat outside. I complied. After about five minutes I was called into the room :x I was steeling myself up to be drilled mercilessly by the IC gods but he just told me to sign two pieces of paper and wait again outside to collect my IC. Eh, what the heck?
So outside I waited, and before 5 minutes were over, my name was called and I held my old nerd pic IC in my hands again. I still had about 20 mins to kill till my grandma swung by to pick me up again for lunch, so I wandered about the ICA building. Did you know there's an ICA gallery? It's actually quite interesting and was pretty crowded. There I found out something(s), so uh Victor don't let any weird ICA people catch you with the plane gift I got you from China. They had various other interesting paraphernalia like:
1) Bong made out of a glass coke bottle. It looked like it had an erection or something.
2) Bong made out of coconuts
3) Furry handcuffs with tiger print (I LOLED)
4) Porno mags (isn't the internet better?!)
5) Nunchakus with a golden dragon motif
6) A crocodile skull (eh wtf?)
7) Dodgy religious material, by some weird prophet from God-knows-where (HEY LOOK A PUN)*
8) Some weird instructional manual on some odd religion*
9) Something that had an Indian god/goddess picture on it and was unreadable*
10) A poor Lala that had it's stuffing ripped out and drugs stuffed inside (I found this really funny too, because there was this little kid running around and was trying to reach for the Lala toy)
*(So this actually means we'll have no harebrained Scientologists here... I think)
Outside there was also an exhibition on modified cars to show smuggling of illegal immigrants. I actually felt kinda sad looking at that. It made me think of Ghosts and the most excellent book that I finished last night, Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino.
Ack it's 2:00 am! I'd better go now.
Monday, March 17, 2008
To the kind readers of this blog, please spare about 5 mins of your time and help and a poor, POOR Math Studies student with his survey.
In other news, being disrespectful to your seniors and saying stupidly judgmental things during a student forum will not get you elected into council. Instead you will get negative voted to hell and back. Just saying, you know.
In other news, being disrespectful to your seniors and saying stupidly judgmental things during a student forum will not get you elected into council. Instead you will get negative voted to hell and back. Just saying, you know.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
I could not possibly think of a better way to end Mosaic Fest 2008 (for me anyway), than to end with Sondre Lerche and the Faces Down.
Broken Social Scene on Sunday was great, save for a weirdo who kept headbanging and doing the rock on sign at the most inappropriate moments. I would have called him a troll - but there was a point where he stood up to dance and he just fucking vibrated on the spot like he was having a seizure or something while blocking my view. Asshole. In fact, his pants were so damn low that if he started jumping, I bet I would see his asshole.
I was disappointed that none of the Stars crew or Emily Haines came down. I kind of wanted Feist to come too, but she held a lower priority and didn't come anyway. What was surprising was that when it was announced she wasn't present, people cheered. Wtf. Is this some sort of reverse mainstream reaction because she's gotten some mainstream coverage and I'm way too cool to ever like anything mainstream? Sure, I get a little annoyed when all people can say to me is 'I LOVE 1234!', but I still love her nonetheless -___- Go to hell you damn hipsters, in your tight striped shirts, converses, black skinny jeans, indie hair and indie glasses. In your trying to be 'unique' and 'alternative', you're following yet another damn cow herd -________________- (okay how the hell did posting about BSS become some rant against 'indies' and 'hipsters'?)
Andrew Whiteman of Apostles of Hustle was also there, to my pleasant surprise. Also because I never knew who was actually behind Apostles of Hustle (I'm a bad fan, right?). No Apostles of Hustle songs were played (I hoped there might be some sort of solo thing - but nothing of the sort happened), though Kevin Drew did attempt an impromptu version of 1234 which died halfway because he forgot the lyrics.
After the show Jia Hui and I wanted to look around and we soon found ourselves at the autograph area. The queue was absolutely crazy, it snaked all the way to the end till the queues collided with the merchandise booth way at the other end of the foyer. We hung around watching Kevin Drew pop up and high five people in the queue and took pictures of them signing autographs while some really drunk ang moh lady behind kept screaming incoherent shit every 30 seconds. She even drank from one of those stereotypical 'take a swig of whiskey' kind of metal flasks (the flat ones).
However as awesome as BSS was, múm was better. Listening to their songs at home, I never really noticed the drums or the bass -but live! Holy shit, the drummer was excellent :x Oh God, if I had a drum fetish it'd be aural orgasms. I was tired too, because the TOK session earlier had worn me out and I was brain dead. At some points I actually wanted to fall asleep (alas that is the fate of all ambiance music, no matter how discordant or experimental) but kept fighting it. I cannot actually convey why múm was better in my opinion (HAHAHA TOK) but it definitely was.
The encore at the end was wonderful too, they played Smell Memory which is my favorite múm song. I was kind of disappointed that they pre-recorded some bits as I wanted to see how they made the sound live (it sounded vaguely harp like). Autograph signing was also possible since Jia Hui and I were seated in the foyer seats near to the exits (right smack in the middle of the rows!) and it was not a full house like BSS. Most of the crowd that attended múm were also older looking, like 20-ish++, and therefore less likely to be fangirls/boys.
The queue for the autographs was also really slow and the band took it's time coming out of hiding. However when we reached them, they were really friendly and all 6 of them signed my ticket. The first one took the trouble to spell my name out and the first lady said I should listen to this dead French Composer who had a song with my name in it. The guy at the end (Oh God, I'm a horrible fan) was so bored he drew 'E's all over my ticket from the 'MEL***E' (I don't need this blog popping up on google easier than it already does). He drew a flower on Jia Hui's ticket with a dot in the middle. It actually reminded me of a fertilised female egg.
But Sondre! OH SONDRE. MIND BLOWINGLY GOOD. It wasn't even as sold out as I thought it'd be -with seating only till Circle 2. What a pity. Out seats were pretty good too, 3rd row seats from the front :D I loaned Nic my strange green Fujifilm camera, and fiddling with the ISO he managed to take pretty decent pics (keeping in mind it is my shitty camera).
The songs I can remember off the top of my head are Airport Taxi Reception, Track You Down, John, Let Me Go, Tragic Mirror, She's Fantastic - not forgetting of course the house raising Phantom Punch and Two Way Monologue. He played some other stuff from Faces Down and Dan in the Real Life which I wasn't familiar with, but it was excellent anyway. Best bit came I suppose, when he asked us to stand up and dance towards the end. I was already tapping my poor feet to the beat (thank goodness I bought some strange ankle support today - I think I re-killed my right angle keeping the beat) and moving my head. Standing up and moving about was certainly enjoyable. Especially since I had some random Norwegians behind me who looked closer to my parent's age than mine, I was less self conscious. There was also some guy in front who had the same shirt I had, of a giraffe and a green dinosaur hugging - too bad I didn't wear the same shirt.
For the encore, Sondre came out without his shirt on, leaving his singlet on. For some reason when I saw that, I thought of Kurt Cobain. They were good sports about the encore too, playing 3 songs. If I'm not wrong, they actually played for almost 40 minutes extra (including the encore), since the performance was supposed to be 1 hour only, so hooray for Sondre Lerche and the faces down! His attempts at Mandarin and Malay were pretty cute too.
After the show, Jia Hui, Hui Ming, Nicholas and I ran into Cielo, Cheang Jin, Cao, Bobbie and Hadi at the autograph area. From standing around randomly, a queue suddenly formed around me but Jia Hui was a little in front so I went to her instead. Sandwiched between the two groups was this irate looking Filipino woman, so hey Cielo if you read this: PUTANG INA! KANTUTA NA! GAA MO KALAKI ANG TITI MO? (I love my maid, Felicidad, for teaching me that too :D) Anyway Cielo wanted to get her iPod signed (eh is it Bumblebee? Or Megatron?) and rename it to Sondre. The idea of getting Middlemarch II signed never even occured to me, so as we got closer to the actual signing, I borrowed Cielo's idea and got Middlemarch II signed too (so thank you Cielo for coming up with the idea and Nic for telling me to go ahead with it). At the signing however, Sondre looked really tired and tiny with the hood of his hoodie (eh this sounds weird) pulled up. His eyes however, were piercingly blue and beautiful. Shit, unfair - I could never produce a kid with such blue eyes ): He sounded looked really tired though, but was nice enough to thank me for saying that he put up a great show.
As I was trying to figure out a way to keep Middlemarch II temporarily while I got some sort of protector for her, I realised that Nic forgot to get Yifang's CD signed. So quickly grabbing the CD from him, I ran to the bit where Hadi was while saying 'Hadi Hadi Hadi!' over and over and poking him with the CD. After I handed him the CD, I noticed there were like 3 Malay guys who were next to me who started chanting 'Hadi Hadi Hadi!' over and over. For some really strange reason - I thought they were his friends initially, till I realised they were some random hipsters who were hanging around the autograph area.
Argh Phantom Punch and Two Way Monologue were so excellent live I don't think I ever want to listen to those songs again ): it might overwrite my memory or something.
Anyway, I get to actually use this comic from indexed now:
So thus ends Mosaic Fest 2008 for me. I'll be back next year if possible. PLEASE, METRIC, STARS and CARDIGANS, COME!
Shit it's 4:16am. I really ought to sleep, but how :x
Broken Social Scene on Sunday was great, save for a weirdo who kept headbanging and doing the rock on sign at the most inappropriate moments. I would have called him a troll - but there was a point where he stood up to dance and he just fucking vibrated on the spot like he was having a seizure or something while blocking my view. Asshole. In fact, his pants were so damn low that if he started jumping, I bet I would see his asshole.
I was disappointed that none of the Stars crew or Emily Haines came down. I kind of wanted Feist to come too, but she held a lower priority and didn't come anyway. What was surprising was that when it was announced she wasn't present, people cheered. Wtf. Is this some sort of reverse mainstream reaction because she's gotten some mainstream coverage and I'm way too cool to ever like anything mainstream? Sure, I get a little annoyed when all people can say to me is 'I LOVE 1234!', but I still love her nonetheless -___- Go to hell you damn hipsters, in your tight striped shirts, converses, black skinny jeans, indie hair and indie glasses. In your trying to be 'unique' and 'alternative', you're following yet another damn cow herd -________________- (okay how the hell did posting about BSS become some rant against 'indies' and 'hipsters'?)
Andrew Whiteman of Apostles of Hustle was also there, to my pleasant surprise. Also because I never knew who was actually behind Apostles of Hustle (I'm a bad fan, right?). No Apostles of Hustle songs were played (I hoped there might be some sort of solo thing - but nothing of the sort happened), though Kevin Drew did attempt an impromptu version of 1234 which died halfway because he forgot the lyrics.
After the show Jia Hui and I wanted to look around and we soon found ourselves at the autograph area. The queue was absolutely crazy, it snaked all the way to the end till the queues collided with the merchandise booth way at the other end of the foyer. We hung around watching Kevin Drew pop up and high five people in the queue and took pictures of them signing autographs while some really drunk ang moh lady behind kept screaming incoherent shit every 30 seconds. She even drank from one of those stereotypical 'take a swig of whiskey' kind of metal flasks (the flat ones).
However as awesome as BSS was, múm was better. Listening to their songs at home, I never really noticed the drums or the bass -but live! Holy shit, the drummer was excellent :x Oh God, if I had a drum fetish it'd be aural orgasms. I was tired too, because the TOK session earlier had worn me out and I was brain dead. At some points I actually wanted to fall asleep (alas that is the fate of all ambiance music, no matter how discordant or experimental) but kept fighting it. I cannot actually convey why múm was better in my opinion (HAHAHA TOK) but it definitely was.
The encore at the end was wonderful too, they played Smell Memory which is my favorite múm song. I was kind of disappointed that they pre-recorded some bits as I wanted to see how they made the sound live (it sounded vaguely harp like). Autograph signing was also possible since Jia Hui and I were seated in the foyer seats near to the exits (right smack in the middle of the rows!) and it was not a full house like BSS. Most of the crowd that attended múm were also older looking, like 20-ish++, and therefore less likely to be fangirls/boys.
The queue for the autographs was also really slow and the band took it's time coming out of hiding. However when we reached them, they were really friendly and all 6 of them signed my ticket. The first one took the trouble to spell my name out and the first lady said I should listen to this dead French Composer who had a song with my name in it. The guy at the end (Oh God, I'm a horrible fan) was so bored he drew 'E's all over my ticket from the 'MEL***E' (I don't need this blog popping up on google easier than it already does). He drew a flower on Jia Hui's ticket with a dot in the middle. It actually reminded me of a fertilised female egg.
But Sondre! OH SONDRE. MIND BLOWINGLY GOOD. It wasn't even as sold out as I thought it'd be -with seating only till Circle 2. What a pity. Out seats were pretty good too, 3rd row seats from the front :D I loaned Nic my strange green Fujifilm camera, and fiddling with the ISO he managed to take pretty decent pics (keeping in mind it is my shitty camera).
The songs I can remember off the top of my head are Airport Taxi Reception, Track You Down, John, Let Me Go, Tragic Mirror, She's Fantastic - not forgetting of course the house raising Phantom Punch and Two Way Monologue. He played some other stuff from Faces Down and Dan in the Real Life which I wasn't familiar with, but it was excellent anyway. Best bit came I suppose, when he asked us to stand up and dance towards the end. I was already tapping my poor feet to the beat (thank goodness I bought some strange ankle support today - I think I re-killed my right angle keeping the beat) and moving my head. Standing up and moving about was certainly enjoyable. Especially since I had some random Norwegians behind me who looked closer to my parent's age than mine, I was less self conscious. There was also some guy in front who had the same shirt I had, of a giraffe and a green dinosaur hugging - too bad I didn't wear the same shirt.
For the encore, Sondre came out without his shirt on, leaving his singlet on. For some reason when I saw that, I thought of Kurt Cobain. They were good sports about the encore too, playing 3 songs. If I'm not wrong, they actually played for almost 40 minutes extra (including the encore), since the performance was supposed to be 1 hour only, so hooray for Sondre Lerche and the faces down! His attempts at Mandarin and Malay were pretty cute too.
After the show, Jia Hui, Hui Ming, Nicholas and I ran into Cielo, Cheang Jin, Cao, Bobbie and Hadi at the autograph area. From standing around randomly, a queue suddenly formed around me but Jia Hui was a little in front so I went to her instead. Sandwiched between the two groups was this irate looking Filipino woman, so hey Cielo if you read this: PUTANG INA! KANTUTA NA! GAA MO KALAKI ANG TITI MO? (I love my maid, Felicidad, for teaching me that too :D) Anyway Cielo wanted to get her iPod signed (eh is it Bumblebee? Or Megatron?) and rename it to Sondre. The idea of getting Middlemarch II signed never even occured to me, so as we got closer to the actual signing, I borrowed Cielo's idea and got Middlemarch II signed too (so thank you Cielo for coming up with the idea and Nic for telling me to go ahead with it). At the signing however, Sondre looked really tired and tiny with the hood of his hoodie (eh this sounds weird) pulled up. His eyes however, were piercingly blue and beautiful. Shit, unfair - I could never produce a kid with such blue eyes ): He sounded looked really tired though, but was nice enough to thank me for saying that he put up a great show.
As I was trying to figure out a way to keep Middlemarch II temporarily while I got some sort of protector for her, I realised that Nic forgot to get Yifang's CD signed. So quickly grabbing the CD from him, I ran to the bit where Hadi was while saying 'Hadi Hadi Hadi!' over and over and poking him with the CD. After I handed him the CD, I noticed there were like 3 Malay guys who were next to me who started chanting 'Hadi Hadi Hadi!' over and over. For some really strange reason - I thought they were his friends initially, till I realised they were some random hipsters who were hanging around the autograph area.
Argh Phantom Punch and Two Way Monologue were so excellent live I don't think I ever want to listen to those songs again ): it might overwrite my memory or something.
Anyway, I get to actually use this comic from indexed now:
So thus ends Mosaic Fest 2008 for me. I'll be back next year if possible. PLEASE, METRIC, STARS and CARDIGANS, COME!Shit it's 4:16am. I really ought to sleep, but how :x
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
One of the things you learn in TOK is that language is a limitation. You could say TOK is fucking pissing me off and making me fucking frustrated - but that goes no way in explaining the inherent distress I feel every time I think about TOK nor the actual feeling of aforementioned distress.
My TOK presentation is tomorrow.
I have sought help from:
1) The Alchemist
2) Samuel Cheam
3) Nicholas Seow
4) Various other people I have had 1 line conversations about TOK with
...and I am still not any wiser about what the hell a 'TOK perspective' is a 'Knower's Pespective' or whatever rubbish it is I am supposed to know but don't. It's not even from a lack of trying. I pay attention to the tutorials, the lectures (well fine, I dozed off during the Sciences ones), other peoples presentations - but why do I feel like I still know absolutely nothing? URGH. So much for TOK trying to make a better person or thinker. I can only hope I do well enough to not disadvantage me later on for EE.
Meanwhile, I need to find something to wear for the presentation in school tomorrow that is still wearable to the Múm concert tomorrow at the Esplanade theatre >.<
My TOK presentation is tomorrow.
I have sought help from:
1) The Alchemist
2) Samuel Cheam
3) Nicholas Seow
4) Various other people I have had 1 line conversations about TOK with
...and I am still not any wiser about what the hell a 'TOK perspective' is a 'Knower's Pespective' or whatever rubbish it is I am supposed to know but don't. It's not even from a lack of trying. I pay attention to the tutorials, the lectures (well fine, I dozed off during the Sciences ones), other peoples presentations - but why do I feel like I still know absolutely nothing? URGH. So much for TOK trying to make a better person or thinker. I can only hope I do well enough to not disadvantage me later on for EE.
Meanwhile, I need to find something to wear for the presentation in school tomorrow that is still wearable to the Múm concert tomorrow at the Esplanade theatre >.<
Sunday, March 09, 2008
(I think only last.fmers will get this, but I'm placing this up here anyway)
I found this really interesting app (dare I say cool?)
However I strongly protest who I (ivesci) have been geographically placed nearest/next to. We don't even listen to the same music anymore -_______________- I suppose that corner is the indie corner while the other end where The-Hierophant occupies is the classic rock corner (Bob Dylan FTW!) The bit in the middle where twofoottwo, j3tsp33d and agiman congregate I agree with too.
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Yesterday was an odd night at my Goh Ma's place to celebrate her uh, 80~90-ish birthday. I saw relatives I didn't even seen on Chinese New Year there. One of my cousins brought her kid over and everyone was cooing over the kid as expected. It was interesting to note however, that there hadn't been a baby in the family for some time (like maybe 5 years) so everyone was getting extra excited over this sproglet.
One of my aunts was carrying the baby (her eldest kid is 21) when my Uncle (the youngest in the family, probably gay and has never had a girlfriend, he's like 43 now or something) switched the tv programme to teletext to check the 4D (or maybe it was toto) results. Just as he was about to curse not winning anything again, my aunt gave a small shout of surprise. She had won! Just as well she wasn't an overly excitable lady or baby Kurt (I know, I laughed too. The only reason I can post so much shit is that no one in the family is actually 100% aware of each others surnames so I can't be google searched - I think) would have gone flying through the air. Anyway, I think the next favourite great grandchild in the family has been found because he is a lucky baby. He has funny hair which I like touching.
Also: the National Museum of Singapore is a really awesome place to go. I was there with Kaijun, Daryl, Chong Wee, Nicholas, Stephanie, Arjun and Brendan Ma on Friday afternoon after an !nk meeting. It was one of the best outings I've had in a while, especially the dinner in Burger King afterwards sans Nic and Kaijun with random observations about fat gaming boys (I had to resist the urge to call them gameboys) and the awkward turtle.
Alright - BSS tonight!
I found this really interesting app (dare I say cool?)
However I strongly protest who I (ivesci) have been geographically placed nearest/next to. We don't even listen to the same music anymore -_______________- I suppose that corner is the indie corner while the other end where The-Hierophant occupies is the classic rock corner (Bob Dylan FTW!) The bit in the middle where twofoottwo, j3tsp33d and agiman congregate I agree with too.
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Yesterday was an odd night at my Goh Ma's place to celebrate her uh, 80~90-ish birthday. I saw relatives I didn't even seen on Chinese New Year there. One of my cousins brought her kid over and everyone was cooing over the kid as expected. It was interesting to note however, that there hadn't been a baby in the family for some time (like maybe 5 years) so everyone was getting extra excited over this sproglet.
One of my aunts was carrying the baby (her eldest kid is 21) when my Uncle (the youngest in the family, probably gay and has never had a girlfriend, he's like 43 now or something) switched the tv programme to teletext to check the 4D (or maybe it was toto) results. Just as he was about to curse not winning anything again, my aunt gave a small shout of surprise. She had won! Just as well she wasn't an overly excitable lady or baby Kurt (I know, I laughed too. The only reason I can post so much shit is that no one in the family is actually 100% aware of each others surnames so I can't be google searched - I think) would have gone flying through the air. Anyway, I think the next favourite great grandchild in the family has been found because he is a lucky baby. He has funny hair which I like touching.
Also: the National Museum of Singapore is a really awesome place to go. I was there with Kaijun, Daryl, Chong Wee, Nicholas, Stephanie, Arjun and Brendan Ma on Friday afternoon after an !nk meeting. It was one of the best outings I've had in a while, especially the dinner in Burger King afterwards sans Nic and Kaijun with random observations about fat gaming boys (I had to resist the urge to call them gameboys) and the awkward turtle.
Alright - BSS tonight!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Ironically enough, I just realised I'm listening to Make Trade Fears by Everything is Made in China now while reading my Econs IA article about The Times of India complaining that even in the absence of quotas, Chinese textile imports increased more last year than that of India's.*
*I apologise for a really long sentence that I have no idea how to shorten.
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I feel tired and mildly distressed again. I'm supposing it must be the dreary weather we had all day today.
The day was just looking a little bit up, by like 2 percentage points, when more shit happened -__- namely some asshat (better not have been deliberately, or I'll be REALLY upset) let his leaky ballpoint pen (thick viscous ink - all the better for me) leak on the lecture theatre armrest. This inconsiderate fool then failed to clean up the mess and it was still wet when I sat down.
It must have been when I was talking to Han An and leaned to my right (since I was at the end of the row) and leaned on the armrest at the same time. I didn't notice the stuff had wiped itself on my arm and when I turned back to the rest of the class on my left and moved about, the ink wiped off on my uniform -____- I didn't even notice till someone (Jim? Gen?) told me about it and I got a nasty shock.
I went to the bathroom and took off my blouse and tried to wash it with the available handsoap. For some reason the soap there stank. I was half wondering if it was like the poisonous soap that was in the guy's bathroom on level 1 which the guys were all complaining about. However unlike the guys, I still had to keep washing even with the stink (though unlike them afterwards, there was no discernible smell after I rinsed with water). After scrubbing and rinising for the fifth time, I gave up and wrung the blouse as best as I could. Stepping out of the bathroom however, I felt uncomfortably exposed in my sweater.
Pissed off and definitely more than mildly distressed, I walked back to the lecture theatre. Outside, I met Debbie and the rest of .14 going in and I told her about the ink mess. Luckily she had an extra t-shirt handy, so I returned to the bathroom to change into it. I still felt strange in the t-shirt (Love MGS, the one with the hearts and lightbulb motif) and the bit of yellow that poked up over the sweater made me think I was in some strange Crescent uniform. Surprisingly, no teacher asked me why I wasn't in uniform. One female teacher kept staring at me, but said nothing, then Kenneth Huang who was standing next to me and talking to TK also said nothing.
When I got home, I was not pleased to find that the bag I placed my uniform in wasn't waterproof. The water seeped into my pencil box (which used to be stained in many colours) and then the ink started to run again, into my Virgil book -____- If it was a normal book I wouldn't have minded so much, the colours actually looks pretty, but this was from the Great Loves series! Urgh. The ink in my uniform also refuses to come out even with bleach.
On another note today is 1 year + 1 day that I have been in ACSI. I would love to write some romanticised sentimental blog post about how wonderful this place it - but I've gone through some vague forms of hell here (and still am) and I'm not about to go delusional just yet. ALSO: I don't like things that are overly romanticised. If it's shit it's shit. If you're a bastard SAY YOU'RE A BLOODY BASTARD, don't say stuff like 'I think it ended well' and pretend I don't bloody exist anymore. Arjun, I wish you told me sooner.
And lastly, Life! on Sunday got one thing write, Page One at Vivo has simply one of the best informed help desks. The guy there found Freud for me, after I found Mansfield, so my entire collection is now complete. I felt kinda depressed seeing all the books there, so easily obtainable! And even more irritating was that they sold the box sets, which Kinokuniya and Borders didn't. Please please please open another Page One in Orchard, I beg you O Page One god, I will patronise you everytime I go to Orchard - Vivo is too out of the way ):
*I apologise for a really long sentence that I have no idea how to shorten.
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I feel tired and mildly distressed again. I'm supposing it must be the dreary weather we had all day today.
The day was just looking a little bit up, by like 2 percentage points, when more shit happened -__- namely some asshat (better not have been deliberately, or I'll be REALLY upset) let his leaky ballpoint pen (thick viscous ink - all the better for me) leak on the lecture theatre armrest. This inconsiderate fool then failed to clean up the mess and it was still wet when I sat down.
It must have been when I was talking to Han An and leaned to my right (since I was at the end of the row) and leaned on the armrest at the same time. I didn't notice the stuff had wiped itself on my arm and when I turned back to the rest of the class on my left and moved about, the ink wiped off on my uniform -____- I didn't even notice till someone (Jim? Gen?) told me about it and I got a nasty shock.
I went to the bathroom and took off my blouse and tried to wash it with the available handsoap. For some reason the soap there stank. I was half wondering if it was like the poisonous soap that was in the guy's bathroom on level 1 which the guys were all complaining about. However unlike the guys, I still had to keep washing even with the stink (though unlike them afterwards, there was no discernible smell after I rinsed with water). After scrubbing and rinising for the fifth time, I gave up and wrung the blouse as best as I could. Stepping out of the bathroom however, I felt uncomfortably exposed in my sweater.
Pissed off and definitely more than mildly distressed, I walked back to the lecture theatre. Outside, I met Debbie and the rest of .14 going in and I told her about the ink mess. Luckily she had an extra t-shirt handy, so I returned to the bathroom to change into it. I still felt strange in the t-shirt (Love MGS, the one with the hearts and lightbulb motif) and the bit of yellow that poked up over the sweater made me think I was in some strange Crescent uniform. Surprisingly, no teacher asked me why I wasn't in uniform. One female teacher kept staring at me, but said nothing, then Kenneth Huang who was standing next to me and talking to TK also said nothing.
When I got home, I was not pleased to find that the bag I placed my uniform in wasn't waterproof. The water seeped into my pencil box (which used to be stained in many colours) and then the ink started to run again, into my Virgil book -____- If it was a normal book I wouldn't have minded so much, the colours actually looks pretty, but this was from the Great Loves series! Urgh. The ink in my uniform also refuses to come out even with bleach.
On another note today is 1 year + 1 day that I have been in ACSI. I would love to write some romanticised sentimental blog post about how wonderful this place it - but I've gone through some vague forms of hell here (and still am) and I'm not about to go delusional just yet. ALSO: I don't like things that are overly romanticised. If it's shit it's shit. If you're a bastard SAY YOU'RE A BLOODY BASTARD, don't say stuff like 'I think it ended well' and pretend I don't bloody exist anymore. Arjun, I wish you told me sooner.
And lastly, Life! on Sunday got one thing write, Page One at Vivo has simply one of the best informed help desks. The guy there found Freud for me, after I found Mansfield, so my entire collection is now complete. I felt kinda depressed seeing all the books there, so easily obtainable! And even more irritating was that they sold the box sets, which Kinokuniya and Borders didn't. Please please please open another Page One in Orchard, I beg you O Page One god, I will patronise you everytime I go to Orchard - Vivo is too out of the way ):
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Attention! New 'virus' called MonaRonaDona
(or wtf, why me again?!)
I shut down Saoirse for once in a long time last night, and when I booted her again during Math, there was a little cream square at the bottom left of my desktop, with the words HI I AM MONA RONA DONA, I AM A VIRUS. Then it started waffling on about how it was created because people are unaware about Human Rights issues (what is this? Reverse psychological assassination of Amnesty International?!) and it was here to EXACT REVENGE ON THE WORLD (GB2 Death Note Kira).
Apparently this is a new virus that has popped up over the weekend and I still have no idea how I got it. The only information I have currently is from internet forums, especially the most helpful broadbandreports.com forum with discussions about the virus and how to remove it. Another thing mentioned on the forum is that the virus appears to be a ploy to make people download this software called UniGray to get the virus removed, but the software is apparently malicious in nature as well.
Anyway thank goodness I was in school, because Nic managed to fix it within 20 minutes. Still it was unpleasant having to worry about my laptop again because it's been barely a month+ since she got infected with the other malicious shit. I still can't get my Task Manager to work though. Shit.
(or wtf, why me again?!)
I shut down Saoirse for once in a long time last night, and when I booted her again during Math, there was a little cream square at the bottom left of my desktop, with the words HI I AM MONA RONA DONA, I AM A VIRUS. Then it started waffling on about how it was created because people are unaware about Human Rights issues (what is this? Reverse psychological assassination of Amnesty International?!) and it was here to EXACT REVENGE ON THE WORLD (GB2 Death Note Kira).
Apparently this is a new virus that has popped up over the weekend and I still have no idea how I got it. The only information I have currently is from internet forums, especially the most helpful broadbandreports.com forum with discussions about the virus and how to remove it. Another thing mentioned on the forum is that the virus appears to be a ploy to make people download this software called UniGray to get the virus removed, but the software is apparently malicious in nature as well.
Anyway thank goodness I was in school, because Nic managed to fix it within 20 minutes. Still it was unpleasant having to worry about my laptop again because it's been barely a month+ since she got infected with the other malicious shit. I still can't get my Task Manager to work though. Shit.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Shit, this is absolutely one of the best, more devastating essay piece I have seen in a long time - on none other than 'rapes' which occur in university. It's an extremely long piece (ah Arts & Letters Daily, how I do love your long winded-ness) but worth it if you can be bothered to read it.*
In summary it says most of the 'rapes' that occur are nothing more than girls getting drunk and wasted, then throwing themselves on guys. The next morning, they wake up next to some smarmy guy and voila! Rape. My dad always talks about them in general (I don't want to begin to imagine what he got up to in Canada away from my Mama), which is why he really hates the idea of me even drinking a little I suppose. (I'm not of course, dismissing actual rape, I have a firm belief that all rapists and paedophiles ought to have the offending organ chemically castrated off.)
*I don't actually believe anyone who reads this blog is going to read it, but this is for my own memo and reference later I suppose.
In summary it says most of the 'rapes' that occur are nothing more than girls getting drunk and wasted, then throwing themselves on guys. The next morning, they wake up next to some smarmy guy and voila! Rape. My dad always talks about them in general (I don't want to begin to imagine what he got up to in Canada away from my Mama), which is why he really hates the idea of me even drinking a little I suppose. (I'm not of course, dismissing actual rape, I have a firm belief that all rapists and paedophiles ought to have the offending organ chemically castrated off.)
*I don't actually believe anyone who reads this blog is going to read it, but this is for my own memo and reference later I suppose.
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