The library wasn't open today. Then Nicholas go suan me with his "the crucible" lah. Sorry u got more book finding skills than me lah!
Today's parody meeting was kinda screwed up. Bargrav, Xin Yong didn't come. Nigel came 1and a half hours after the meeting started. Damn.
History meeting became reading each other's lit papers that Nigel fished out of Adrian Chan's pigeon hole. Nothing was done.
Me, Nicholas and Nigel then had a very productive discussion that had nothing to do with Maths project.
So basically, after dunno how many hours, we
1. Went J8 to eat Kim-Chi(spelling?) rice
2. Decided on the theme and characters for Macbeth Parody.
Went out with my grandma tonight. I love Great Singapore Sale sia. Billabong stuff were 50%-70% off. So bought alot of stuff... Can you believe that Billabong jeans were $100? $99.90 to be exact.
Thanks for commenting on the short story segment. Probably gonna post it on fanfiction.net so i don't have to flood my posts and make them overly long.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Can't see my text? Try highlighting?
Some complains that my text can't be seen. Jon Ed isn't the 1st guy. Anyway, today was...i dunno, u decide after reading.
Morning: Ran 3km before going to see Jin Fu. After that went with my parents to buy stuff for my sis' new comp. Should've bought new keyboard, this one unsensitive. Results in spelling errors haha.
Afternoon: Went to Marine Parade National Library. Damn fun la. *Sarcasm*. Went inside, then search for CRP/ERP books. First up, Arthur Miller's The crucible/ Death of A Salesman. Checked the catalogue sorting computer thingy. Got results!
I still remember the code i saw. 814.5273 if i remember. I spent 15 mins just walking up and down the the aisle, looking for the book. No luck. I went back to check. Not borrowed leh. So i went back to the same section. After 10 mins i pang seh. Then I went down 2 floors. Checked the catalogue for ERP books. This was damn champion. I originally took down 8 different titles on a piece of paper for references. Entered 8 titles. All cannot be found, borrowed out, or different outlet.
Nothing to do, then go up to the original floor. Typed in ALL the titles of the CRP books as well. Only can find some guai book, the rest are study guides wtf. They have more study guides than original texts. Whats the point of having tips to read the thing if you don't have the thing itself?
Just went home, then swap bleach wallpapers with Nick. Ask him play ai he dun wan. So i went gg client to play.
We were losing, then winning, then the carry on my team tio dc. Nice one lah. I was rk and ganking most of the time, so couldn't carry. Then broodmother and sniper keep neutraling dun wan push. Get damn fed up, and hungry so i did a rare thing. I left lo.
My sis is returning from her 7 day school trip tonight. Finally man.
P.s. Why nobody comment on my wallpaper? I nvr ply dota to make one eh.
And i made a short story! Haven't written in a long time, so be kind... But looking at this thing then going to Mr Alchemist Essay Winner's blog make me fel suanned.
Prologue:
She was coated in light.
“Do not fear, young one. The journey you will undertake is perilous, but you are one of the Chosen.”
“Travel to the uncharted, accomplish the impossible. But beware. Things aren’t what they seem.”
“What do you mean!” he cried.
“You were once a fierce warrior. Regain that tenacity. I will set you on your way.”
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Goodbye.” She whispered.
What was that? He wondered.
Then, he blacked out.
Chapter 1
“Hey Laran! Keep your eyes on the prize!” someone roared.
His vision was blurred, and he was in a daze. “Where am I…” he groggily wondered.
“Who am I?” he thought silently.
“Laran! Move, now!” the same person shouted.
That's right. He remembered. His name was Laran. He also noticed that he was wielding a two handed blade. It was sleek and powerful, with just the right weight, a balance of speed and power. The hilt was jet-black sporting a design of a skull, and the blade was emerald green. It was sharpened to near perfection, and felt cold to the touch.
Then, something slammed into his stomach, blowing him off his feet. His head slammed full-force onto the floor. The pain was immense. He cringed, as his vision blurred at the edges. Blissful darkness came…
The sky was clear, with the warm sunlight shining brightly. Laran stirred, opening his eyes. He struggled to his feet. Other than his name, he didn’t know anything else about himself. Did I have amnesia? Suddenly, his mind convulsed with pain. Dropping to the floor, he just lay there, paralyzed by the immense pain.
Just then, something blocked the sunlight. Laran managed to look up. It was an old man. He was nearly bald, with a few miserable white hairs stubbornly hanging onto his scalp.
“Get up!” he grunted grumpily, before pulling Laran to his feet. Laran stumbled about clumsily, before gaining his balance. Where was he?
“I found you lying on the roadside like a fool. Don’t you know that sleeping on roadsides makes you an easy target for rogues?” he sneered at Laran.
Laran ignored him, instead analyzing his surroundings. He appeared to be inside a forest, and he could hear the cries of wild beasts nearby.
“Damn bowmen must be training again. Us warriors, we take’em down so fast that they don’t even have time to cry! My students are especially the best, cream of the crop!” the old man said proudly.
That immediately piqued Laran’s interest. That sword he had been wielding. Only warriors could wield a two-handed sword. Other classes wouldn’t have been able to use it effectively.
“Take me to the warrior training ground.” Laran spoke calmly.
The old man’s eyes immediately shone. “You mean you want to be a warrior? Come with me then!” he exclaimed.
Laran nodded. He only remembered that he used to be a warrior, and that he and someone were fighting a monster. A monster so hideous that its image had burned deeply into his mind
Morning: Ran 3km before going to see Jin Fu. After that went with my parents to buy stuff for my sis' new comp. Should've bought new keyboard, this one unsensitive. Results in spelling errors haha.
Afternoon: Went to Marine Parade National Library. Damn fun la. *Sarcasm*. Went inside, then search for CRP/ERP books. First up, Arthur Miller's The crucible/ Death of A Salesman. Checked the catalogue sorting computer thingy. Got results!
I still remember the code i saw. 814.5273 if i remember. I spent 15 mins just walking up and down the the aisle, looking for the book. No luck. I went back to check. Not borrowed leh. So i went back to the same section. After 10 mins i pang seh. Then I went down 2 floors. Checked the catalogue for ERP books. This was damn champion. I originally took down 8 different titles on a piece of paper for references. Entered 8 titles. All cannot be found, borrowed out, or different outlet.
Nothing to do, then go up to the original floor. Typed in ALL the titles of the CRP books as well. Only can find some guai book, the rest are study guides wtf. They have more study guides than original texts. Whats the point of having tips to read the thing if you don't have the thing itself?
Just went home, then swap bleach wallpapers with Nick. Ask him play ai he dun wan. So i went gg client to play.
We were losing, then winning, then the carry on my team tio dc. Nice one lah. I was rk and ganking most of the time, so couldn't carry. Then broodmother and sniper keep neutraling dun wan push. Get damn fed up, and hungry so i did a rare thing. I left lo.
My sis is returning from her 7 day school trip tonight. Finally man.
P.s. Why nobody comment on my wallpaper? I nvr ply dota to make one eh.
And i made a short story! Haven't written in a long time, so be kind... But looking at this thing then going to Mr Alchemist Essay Winner's blog make me fel suanned.
Prologue:
She was coated in light.
“Do not fear, young one. The journey you will undertake is perilous, but you are one of the Chosen.”
“Travel to the uncharted, accomplish the impossible. But beware. Things aren’t what they seem.”
“What do you mean!” he cried.
“You were once a fierce warrior. Regain that tenacity. I will set you on your way.”
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Goodbye.” She whispered.
What was that? He wondered.
Then, he blacked out.
Chapter 1
“Hey Laran! Keep your eyes on the prize!” someone roared.
His vision was blurred, and he was in a daze. “Where am I…” he groggily wondered.
“Who am I?” he thought silently.
“Laran! Move, now!” the same person shouted.
That's right. He remembered. His name was Laran. He also noticed that he was wielding a two handed blade. It was sleek and powerful, with just the right weight, a balance of speed and power. The hilt was jet-black sporting a design of a skull, and the blade was emerald green. It was sharpened to near perfection, and felt cold to the touch.
Then, something slammed into his stomach, blowing him off his feet. His head slammed full-force onto the floor. The pain was immense. He cringed, as his vision blurred at the edges. Blissful darkness came…
The sky was clear, with the warm sunlight shining brightly. Laran stirred, opening his eyes. He struggled to his feet. Other than his name, he didn’t know anything else about himself. Did I have amnesia? Suddenly, his mind convulsed with pain. Dropping to the floor, he just lay there, paralyzed by the immense pain.
Just then, something blocked the sunlight. Laran managed to look up. It was an old man. He was nearly bald, with a few miserable white hairs stubbornly hanging onto his scalp.
“Get up!” he grunted grumpily, before pulling Laran to his feet. Laran stumbled about clumsily, before gaining his balance. Where was he?
“I found you lying on the roadside like a fool. Don’t you know that sleeping on roadsides makes you an easy target for rogues?” he sneered at Laran.
Laran ignored him, instead analyzing his surroundings. He appeared to be inside a forest, and he could hear the cries of wild beasts nearby.
“Damn bowmen must be training again. Us warriors, we take’em down so fast that they don’t even have time to cry! My students are especially the best, cream of the crop!” the old man said proudly.
That immediately piqued Laran’s interest. That sword he had been wielding. Only warriors could wield a two-handed sword. Other classes wouldn’t have been able to use it effectively.
“Take me to the warrior training ground.” Laran spoke calmly.
The old man’s eyes immediately shone. “You mean you want to be a warrior? Come with me then!” he exclaimed.
Laran nodded. He only remembered that he used to be a warrior, and that he and someone were fighting a monster. A monster so hideous that its image had burned deeply into his mind
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Crappy wallpaper
Went to the lagoon to eat beef noodles. Damn famous lah that stall, got 3 stars for makansutra and constantly has a long queue. I was glad to see that although the old uncle is semi-retired, his son is now cooking. His cooking some skill, as good as his dad's.
Supposed to go library today, but i'l go tomorrow after special training with jf.
I suddenly have the sudden urge to write. As in stories, not poetry. Sorry JF and Nicholas, was spposed to play dota with u two today, but was just stoning.
Stone until today only run 2.5km instead of 3km. I'm just having a wave of emotions that are overcoming me. Wtf i sound so emo.
Gonna change my running to twice in three days already. have to match ye oon's 5km.
Suprisingly, my dad told me that he liked My Chemical Romance's Cancer when i was listening to it. He asked me who the singer was. I said Gerard Way. "Oh..." he said. Yeah, he has no idea who he is. Np.
Anyway, spent quite some time making a bleach wallpaper. It received Nicholas' sign of approval. Approval being "Ok lah.". Dunno how to get rid of some white spaces...lawl. Photoshopping skills suck.
At this rate, no time to practise guitar leh. Must chiong homework. In fact, i'l do it now.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I can't find my CRP rubrics. I emailed Mr Chan but he hasn't replied yet...
The days whiz by. I haven't really done any holiday homework (oh no!). I'm turning into a couch potato. And Untitled by Simple Plan is real nice.
I'm feeling tired. Probably because i'm sooo slack.
On the plus side, dota with yh today has quite fun. Axe's spin is just too gay.
Going to the library after my 3km run tomorrow. Need to borrow books. Not in the mood to blog.
Immediate goals:
1. Finish holiday homework and revision
2. Perform well as a leader for Sec 1 Camp
3. Pull up my results. As in, really. Trying so hard...Its empty. Lol...
4. ACCAL. Sink or Swim is my motto.
5. Not become a couch potato
6. Guitar skills! (unimportant compared to the rest...)
The days whiz by. I haven't really done any holiday homework (oh no!). I'm turning into a couch potato. And Untitled by Simple Plan is real nice.
I'm feeling tired. Probably because i'm sooo slack.
On the plus side, dota with yh today has quite fun. Axe's spin is just too gay.
Going to the library after my 3km run tomorrow. Need to borrow books. Not in the mood to blog.
Immediate goals:
1. Finish holiday homework and revision
2. Perform well as a leader for Sec 1 Camp
3. Pull up my results. As in, really. Trying so hard...Its empty. Lol...
4. ACCAL. Sink or Swim is my motto.
5. Not become a couch potato
6. Guitar skills! (unimportant compared to the rest...)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I'l meet you there.
That determination
manifests itself.
My dreams.
My hopes.
My goals.
I'l meet you there.
Even though i'm meeting you here,
I'l still meet you there.
It isn't too late.
Too many things,
So little time.
Little time.
To clear the fodder to reach the throne.
What's life like,
Bleeding on the floor?
I don't need a reason.
I don't need a motivation.
I just need that touch.
That touch of greatness.
I've made my mistakes.
But i will not fade away.
Leaving my mark.
Forever.
That dagger.
Points to the top.
The night goes on.
Relentless time.
"Screaming out my ambition."
That determination
manifests itself.
My dreams.
My hopes.
My goals.
I'l meet you there.
Even though i'm meeting you here,
I'l still meet you there.
It isn't too late.
Too many things,
So little time.
Little time.
To clear the fodder to reach the throne.
What's life like,
Bleeding on the floor?
I don't need a reason.
I don't need a motivation.
I just need that touch.
That touch of greatness.
I've made my mistakes.
But i will not fade away.
Leaving my mark.
Forever.
That dagger.
Points to the top.
The night goes on.
Relentless time.
"Screaming out my ambition."
MCR message
Pfft, the video of Dead! on youtube sounds nothing like MCR. Anyway, here's a message about MCR. They encourage you to keep on living. Just watch the video of famous last words.
Don't be afraid to keep on living. If you've been hearing all the crap about a mass suicide at the MCR fan protest at The Daily Mail offices in London, don't kill yourself. The protest was meant to be a peaceful event and MCR haters are trying to convince fans to commit suicide. DON'T KILL YOURSELF. MCR is all about living and if you do take your own life, the band will die and be forever shamed for causing the deaths of many people.
Don't be afraid to keep on living. If you've been hearing all the crap about a mass suicide at the MCR fan protest at The Daily Mail offices in London, don't kill yourself. The protest was meant to be a peaceful event and MCR haters are trying to convince fans to commit suicide. DON'T KILL YOURSELF. MCR is all about living and if you do take your own life, the band will die and be forever shamed for causing the deaths of many people.
Monday, May 26, 2008
WTF SS marking scheme sucks
Let me get my point across. In history, Lit, and all my other essays, i can always get my points across. I hope i've gotten that point across to you.
In social studies, OWL just cant seem to receive my point. I drive my point to her house, leave it outside her door, knock on her door then leave. After some time, she calls me and tells me that she hasn't received my point. Oh i'm sorry, i didn't know i had to open the door and bring the point to your table, make a cup of coffee for you, a few pieces of toast with of course the highest quality butter smeared in large quantities. I also didn't know that i had to divide the toast's size into the exact ratio of 1: 12495427281830. Furthermore, i should have added a few marshmallows to dip into the coffee, brought you the latest copy of DAO THE STUDENT'S POINTS Weekly. Then i should have brought my point to you, whimpering and begging you to take a look at it. Then you are expected to glance at my point, kick it in the ass, hard. And tell me to be more like Nicholas and Jin Fu, who can obviously make better coffee than me.
Look at Nicholas now. Hes fricking doing somersaults while kneading pizza dough that is superior to my crappy marshmallows in every way.
Yeah, i'm angsty. Probably because i'm tired, and its my first time reading through my SS paper. She took more than a term to return it. I think she's in her top form. And she complains that she has so much to mark. Big deal, that's a teacher's job. Your problem, not ours.
I think she should've migrated to Australia. Everybody wins.
And i've been getting alot of "get your points clear" recently. Heck, in FPS, when i said that the problem was a disasterous virus that could wipe out the entire human population, the paper came back to me with a "why is this bad?" written on it.
Yeah, whole human population dieing, its cool, happens all the time. Nothing bad about it.
In SS, i said that there was unfair job opportunities. Then two lines later, i said that they were denied any high end jobs, and it wasn't equal. She ignored that.
But then again, its my fault, i should have rinsed and repeated the coffee and marshmallow cycle until i lvled up and could make red wine and steak for her. That should cheer everyone up. But yeah, i must learn to bring the point up to her instead of leaving it on her porch. Then she can't find any reason to fault me.
Yeah, sorry for ranting. Just that i dun think she's a good teacher. "Would you say......", "Are any of your parents civil servants?", "I want you to do this OKAIEE?" all aren't part of my idea of a good time.
IMO, its difficult to write a 500 word essay that has L4 in it. Lets recap, we have to come up with points for YES and NO, before balancing the conclusion. All in 500 words.
3 points for yes plus 3 points for no plus balancing= 500 words? Yeah, i'm gonna crap up this one.
And the video for Famous Last Words is awesome. I personally thought that Gerard could go into acting with all those expressions. Yeah right...I'd rather watch him rock!
And yes, that ambition is still in my mind. Thanks for all your support.
Pain doesn't come from failing. It comes from not trying.
"Although the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return."
In social studies, OWL just cant seem to receive my point. I drive my point to her house, leave it outside her door, knock on her door then leave. After some time, she calls me and tells me that she hasn't received my point. Oh i'm sorry, i didn't know i had to open the door and bring the point to your table, make a cup of coffee for you, a few pieces of toast with of course the highest quality butter smeared in large quantities. I also didn't know that i had to divide the toast's size into the exact ratio of 1: 12495427281830. Furthermore, i should have added a few marshmallows to dip into the coffee, brought you the latest copy of DAO THE STUDENT'S POINTS Weekly. Then i should have brought my point to you, whimpering and begging you to take a look at it. Then you are expected to glance at my point, kick it in the ass, hard. And tell me to be more like Nicholas and Jin Fu, who can obviously make better coffee than me.
Look at Nicholas now. Hes fricking doing somersaults while kneading pizza dough that is superior to my crappy marshmallows in every way.
Yeah, i'm angsty. Probably because i'm tired, and its my first time reading through my SS paper. She took more than a term to return it. I think she's in her top form. And she complains that she has so much to mark. Big deal, that's a teacher's job. Your problem, not ours.
I think she should've migrated to Australia. Everybody wins.
And i've been getting alot of "get your points clear" recently. Heck, in FPS, when i said that the problem was a disasterous virus that could wipe out the entire human population, the paper came back to me with a "why is this bad?" written on it.
Yeah, whole human population dieing, its cool, happens all the time. Nothing bad about it.
In SS, i said that there was unfair job opportunities. Then two lines later, i said that they were denied any high end jobs, and it wasn't equal. She ignored that.
But then again, its my fault, i should have rinsed and repeated the coffee and marshmallow cycle until i lvled up and could make red wine and steak for her. That should cheer everyone up. But yeah, i must learn to bring the point up to her instead of leaving it on her porch. Then she can't find any reason to fault me.
Yeah, sorry for ranting. Just that i dun think she's a good teacher. "Would you say......", "Are any of your parents civil servants?", "I want you to do this OKAIEE?" all aren't part of my idea of a good time.
IMO, its difficult to write a 500 word essay that has L4 in it. Lets recap, we have to come up with points for YES and NO, before balancing the conclusion. All in 500 words.
3 points for yes plus 3 points for no plus balancing= 500 words? Yeah, i'm gonna crap up this one.
And the video for Famous Last Words is awesome. I personally thought that Gerard could go into acting with all those expressions. Yeah right...I'd rather watch him rock!
And yes, that ambition is still in my mind. Thanks for all your support.
Pain doesn't come from failing. It comes from not trying.
"Although the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return."
Another Day
Another Day, another mark in my memory. Well, its the 1st time i have actually any experience dealing with the supernatural in my tagboard, but, why not?
Ouch. I woke up to aches in my calves after running 3km yesterday. I'm gonna be running tomorrow, because i skipped today. Anway, my work is getting done at a snail's pace, im gonna have to quickly finish off my homework so that i can think of a game plan for NPCC.
The next window of opportunity is probably the Sec 1 Orientation Camp for NPCC. Me and kieng wee are heading up a group. Which is fantastic. What's not is that i'l be missing the 1st day. Oh well, Kieng Wee can probably keep them occupied with his lame jokes. Yeah, jk.
And why hasn't anyone listened to Dead! by MCR yet? Cmon, its fantastic. It sounds even better when u listen to The End before it, as these two songs in the album are in sequence.
RI won Arena! Yeah. Lagg, but still...
Analysis of Hao Zhi coming when i decide not to be lazy.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
But i will not fall.
Neither will i drown.
I will reach that better tomorrow.
Ouch. I woke up to aches in my calves after running 3km yesterday. I'm gonna be running tomorrow, because i skipped today. Anway, my work is getting done at a snail's pace, im gonna have to quickly finish off my homework so that i can think of a game plan for NPCC.
The next window of opportunity is probably the Sec 1 Orientation Camp for NPCC. Me and kieng wee are heading up a group. Which is fantastic. What's not is that i'l be missing the 1st day. Oh well, Kieng Wee can probably keep them occupied with his lame jokes. Yeah, jk.
And why hasn't anyone listened to Dead! by MCR yet? Cmon, its fantastic. It sounds even better when u listen to The End before it, as these two songs in the album are in sequence.
RI won Arena! Yeah. Lagg, but still...
Analysis of Hao Zhi coming when i decide not to be lazy.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
But i will not fall.
Neither will i drown.
I will reach that better tomorrow.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Sink or Swim
In case none of you got my previous few posts, i'm talking about determination. I'm going all out, so no reason why not to post this.
I'm aiming to become ACCAL of NPCC. CCAL position is already safely secured by teng chuan, so i'm going for ACCAL. That means that i'l be going against alot of people. I don't care.
I've been pretty low-profile in npcc. Any of my squadmates can tell you that. But after a time of consideration, i have decided. I want it badly. I'm going for it.
Heck, i'l even talk to Mr Koh Siak Peng about it. I didn't get chosen for the leadership challenge? Who cares? I signed up by my own. I'l show you that i have the passion.
I changed my skin earlier today. Why? Sum 41 is a band that likes a bit of humour mixed into their music videos. MCR is a hardcore band that has a no-nonsence approach. There's no room for fun now. CCA positions are going to be decided extremely soon. It is probably in July. That means i have less than 1 month to act because of the june hols.
I'm going to volunteer for everything. I'm going to strengthen my relationships with everyone. Heck, i'l find some way to gain recognition, because right now i'm a speck of dust in the eyes of the teachers.
There's no time left. This method is either Sink of Swim. But i see the horizon. And i WILL get there.
I just crushed my own finger for internal bleeding. It serves as a reminder to what i have promised myself to do. The race is on.
T-Minus 1 month.
I'm aiming to become ACCAL of NPCC. CCAL position is already safely secured by teng chuan, so i'm going for ACCAL. That means that i'l be going against alot of people. I don't care.
I've been pretty low-profile in npcc. Any of my squadmates can tell you that. But after a time of consideration, i have decided. I want it badly. I'm going for it.
Heck, i'l even talk to Mr Koh Siak Peng about it. I didn't get chosen for the leadership challenge? Who cares? I signed up by my own. I'l show you that i have the passion.
I changed my skin earlier today. Why? Sum 41 is a band that likes a bit of humour mixed into their music videos. MCR is a hardcore band that has a no-nonsence approach. There's no room for fun now. CCA positions are going to be decided extremely soon. It is probably in July. That means i have less than 1 month to act because of the june hols.
I'm going to volunteer for everything. I'm going to strengthen my relationships with everyone. Heck, i'l find some way to gain recognition, because right now i'm a speck of dust in the eyes of the teachers.
There's no time left. This method is either Sink of Swim. But i see the horizon. And i WILL get there.
I just crushed my own finger for internal bleeding. It serves as a reminder to what i have promised myself to do. The race is on.
T-Minus 1 month.
The final frontier,
lies just beyond that locked door.
My efforts have been in vain?
Wasn't the key hardwork?
But yet, how much further do i want to travel?
Going all the way,
do i have what it takes?
There can only be enough room for one.
If you are blind.
Then i can only push myself to you.
And breathe into your face.
The time is ticking.
That barren wasteland,
my platform.
Is increasingly growing smaller.
Shoot for the moon.
Because even if you miss
You will be among the stars.
You leave me no choice.
The firstlings of my heart
will be the firstlings of my hand.
No more barriers.
No more shields.
No more masks.
Although the countdown has begun.
I have never been so clear-headed.
I will take that cup of poison.
And fill my stomach to the brim.
lies just beyond that locked door.
My efforts have been in vain?
Wasn't the key hardwork?
But yet, how much further do i want to travel?
Going all the way,
do i have what it takes?
There can only be enough room for one.
If you are blind.
Then i can only push myself to you.
And breathe into your face.
The time is ticking.
That barren wasteland,
my platform.
Is increasingly growing smaller.
Shoot for the moon.
Because even if you miss
You will be among the stars.
You leave me no choice.
The firstlings of my heart
will be the firstlings of my hand.
No more barriers.
No more shields.
No more masks.
Although the countdown has begun.
I have never been so clear-headed.
I will take that cup of poison.
And fill my stomach to the brim.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The bus was nice today.
It came quite early, and i managed to save myself from being late for founder's day duty. Bunch o'people ponned, but quite expected lah. Duty was frikin boring lor.
I was standing next to the raffles square, in front of the HML there. i needed to direct cars out. Actually, it wasnt tt boring, but suddenly this security woman strutted in front of me and started taking my job. In other words, ksing. Yeah, all the teachers started waving thanks at her and daoed me. Damn fun lah. She sucked the fun out of my job. Reminded me of people who wants to claim credit in projects. Probably by compiling and editing.
In the afternoon, went for chinese tuition. I try not to rant about people, but what the hey. There's this rather plump girl thats in my class. She isn't noisy or whatever, but here's the damn irritating part. You know how you read during PSLE oral? With expression? Yeah, she does it ALL THE TIME.
And so, she reads the passage with her nice expression reading, then whenevr she comes across a word she doesn't know, the teacher helps her read. And she writes down the hanyupinying of the word. Stopping completely. So, its REALLY inconsiderate. Makes me pissed when i'm ansgty. And i was.
Anyway, went to pick up my dad's old guitar from my uncle. Better to learn guitar than laze around during the hols.
I'm starting my everyday morning run from tomorrow. Guess i better sleep early.
P.S. YES, stop telling me about the 5 months/6 months thing. My maths fail.
It came quite early, and i managed to save myself from being late for founder's day duty. Bunch o'people ponned, but quite expected lah. Duty was frikin boring lor.
I was standing next to the raffles square, in front of the HML there. i needed to direct cars out. Actually, it wasnt tt boring, but suddenly this security woman strutted in front of me and started taking my job. In other words, ksing. Yeah, all the teachers started waving thanks at her and daoed me. Damn fun lah. She sucked the fun out of my job. Reminded me of people who wants to claim credit in projects. Probably by compiling and editing.
In the afternoon, went for chinese tuition. I try not to rant about people, but what the hey. There's this rather plump girl thats in my class. She isn't noisy or whatever, but here's the damn irritating part. You know how you read during PSLE oral? With expression? Yeah, she does it ALL THE TIME.
And so, she reads the passage with her nice expression reading, then whenevr she comes across a word she doesn't know, the teacher helps her read. And she writes down the hanyupinying of the word. Stopping completely. So, its REALLY inconsiderate. Makes me pissed when i'm ansgty. And i was.
Anyway, went to pick up my dad's old guitar from my uncle. Better to learn guitar than laze around during the hols.
I'm starting my everyday morning run from tomorrow. Guess i better sleep early.
P.S. YES, stop telling me about the 5 months/6 months thing. My maths fail.
Friday, May 23, 2008
The last day of school.
Well, i'm not sure what to say. We've already been 3B for 5 months. Throughout these 5 months, we've endured hardships, laughed heartily, teased each other, and cheered each other on. 2 and a half years have already passed since i have passed into the gates of RI.
During Sec 1 Orientation camp, i remember my PSL telling us, treasure your four years in RI, for it will pass in a flash. Now with only 1 and a half years left in RI, i finally understand the significance of his words. All we can do is to treasure the time we have left in RI.
Back to what happened today. Lit Unseen was a pleasant surprise, i actually thought i missed out completely on the hidden theme of Q2, but i still fared rather well. Maths and History were completely different stories though.
I personally felt that i wrote the history paper quite well, but i crapped up because i forgot to make certain important links between my points. I keep thinking that the marker is actually a person with a basic IQ, so i do not have to sort my points into the bare alphapets which comprise about them and spoonfeed them to the marker. But enough about history.
Maths was quite screwed up. Although i already screwed up the practical test (i knew this before the results were released), i nevertheless felt the pain when i saw the marks. The take home section was completely different though. I tried to act smart and use my own calculations instead of graphmatica's. Blame myself for acting smart. Then me and Jin Fu shared the same concept for the last question's answer.
However, he got it right and i got it wrong. Now, its not Jin Fu's fault, and i'm not blaming him, but i still feel sore that i didn't get the mark but he did. Oh well.
Like i said to Nicholas, who crapped up slightly worse than me, "When life gives you lemons, listen to My Chemical Romance." And i procedeed to listen to the Black Parade 3 times in a row. And the Xin Yong was damn irritating, keep trying to pause the song.
And i'm also feeling sore about CRP 2. I tried to borrow the books even 2 weeks ago, but no stock. Then people go last wednesday or smth then can find the book. Damn it. Suay.
To culminate(spelling?) it all, when i was waiting at the bus-stop, every possible bus number came before the one i wanted. Very minor, but let's see what happens next. Halfway through the bus-trip, i woke up to a full bladder. A mere coincidence, but lets see what happens next. About 1km from my house, the bus broke down. Wow, that was yet another coincidence. I had to walk home with a full bladder. It was extremely uncomfortable. Doing it in the bushes was out of the question as i was still wearing my RI-PE. Damn.
And Jon Ed shoved his fingers up my ass. Literally. As in, it really went in. He didn't miss, it was the perfect angle and stuff. Yeah, i hear you. Ouch.
I had to buy 21 frikin physics textbooks for the class. After buying them, me and Nicholas went to help Nigel, who was being Kirk's bitch. We had to help Nigel move some random RI band's drums to the music studio, or as we call it, the "Jamming Room". Nicholas went up to class with the books btw, leaving me and Nigel to lug the drums. Thanks Nicholas. You can judge whether i'm being sarcastic. No really, thanks.
Then as i asked Nigel while we were destroying ourselves carrying the drums, "Why did you decide to help Kirk?".
Nigel said "He said he didn't want to be late for class."
So kirk cant be late for class, but we can? Thanks. Thats REALLY fair. Anyway, Nigel's getting pretty serious with the band thing. I'm gonna have to pick up electric guitar if i wanna come with. Maybe i should take lessons under Nicholas, his guitar seriously imba.
I went to some Leadership Course thingy. I wasn't shortlisted, but i gatecrashed the thing anyway. Then i found out i could register after the talk. Which I did. Yeah.
Interesting fact: Did you know that if you don't consume food before you play the bagpipes, something bad will happen? Kudos to Jin Fu.
Anyway, i've been postponing this for a long time, but here it comes. By popular appeal its Jin Fu.
Analysis:
Jin Fu: Has been my classmate for the last 3 years. Was already emo last year. Knows alot of nice songs, recommended me alot of good songs. Uses carry heroes in dota. Thanks man, for everything.
The good: Natural Leader. Smart. Friendly when he's not emo. Pretty good listener, good taste in music.
The bad: Likes to suan shorter people by standing. Also likes to comment that my singing and dota sucks. (thanks lah!)
The interesting: He is technically considered to be a member of the Singapore Dota team. Is saving his blog's 100th post.
Blog: silenthill-ex.blogspot.com
Well, i'm not sure what to say. We've already been 3B for 5 months. Throughout these 5 months, we've endured hardships, laughed heartily, teased each other, and cheered each other on. 2 and a half years have already passed since i have passed into the gates of RI.
During Sec 1 Orientation camp, i remember my PSL telling us, treasure your four years in RI, for it will pass in a flash. Now with only 1 and a half years left in RI, i finally understand the significance of his words. All we can do is to treasure the time we have left in RI.
Back to what happened today. Lit Unseen was a pleasant surprise, i actually thought i missed out completely on the hidden theme of Q2, but i still fared rather well. Maths and History were completely different stories though.
I personally felt that i wrote the history paper quite well, but i crapped up because i forgot to make certain important links between my points. I keep thinking that the marker is actually a person with a basic IQ, so i do not have to sort my points into the bare alphapets which comprise about them and spoonfeed them to the marker. But enough about history.
Maths was quite screwed up. Although i already screwed up the practical test (i knew this before the results were released), i nevertheless felt the pain when i saw the marks. The take home section was completely different though. I tried to act smart and use my own calculations instead of graphmatica's. Blame myself for acting smart. Then me and Jin Fu shared the same concept for the last question's answer.
However, he got it right and i got it wrong. Now, its not Jin Fu's fault, and i'm not blaming him, but i still feel sore that i didn't get the mark but he did. Oh well.
Like i said to Nicholas, who crapped up slightly worse than me, "When life gives you lemons, listen to My Chemical Romance." And i procedeed to listen to the Black Parade 3 times in a row. And the Xin Yong was damn irritating, keep trying to pause the song.
And i'm also feeling sore about CRP 2. I tried to borrow the books even 2 weeks ago, but no stock. Then people go last wednesday or smth then can find the book. Damn it. Suay.
To culminate(spelling?) it all, when i was waiting at the bus-stop, every possible bus number came before the one i wanted. Very minor, but let's see what happens next. Halfway through the bus-trip, i woke up to a full bladder. A mere coincidence, but lets see what happens next. About 1km from my house, the bus broke down. Wow, that was yet another coincidence. I had to walk home with a full bladder. It was extremely uncomfortable. Doing it in the bushes was out of the question as i was still wearing my RI-PE. Damn.
And Jon Ed shoved his fingers up my ass. Literally. As in, it really went in. He didn't miss, it was the perfect angle and stuff. Yeah, i hear you. Ouch.
I had to buy 21 frikin physics textbooks for the class. After buying them, me and Nicholas went to help Nigel, who was being Kirk's bitch. We had to help Nigel move some random RI band's drums to the music studio, or as we call it, the "Jamming Room". Nicholas went up to class with the books btw, leaving me and Nigel to lug the drums. Thanks Nicholas. You can judge whether i'm being sarcastic. No really, thanks.
Then as i asked Nigel while we were destroying ourselves carrying the drums, "Why did you decide to help Kirk?".
Nigel said "He said he didn't want to be late for class."
So kirk cant be late for class, but we can? Thanks. Thats REALLY fair. Anyway, Nigel's getting pretty serious with the band thing. I'm gonna have to pick up electric guitar if i wanna come with. Maybe i should take lessons under Nicholas, his guitar seriously imba.
I went to some Leadership Course thingy. I wasn't shortlisted, but i gatecrashed the thing anyway. Then i found out i could register after the talk. Which I did. Yeah.
Interesting fact: Did you know that if you don't consume food before you play the bagpipes, something bad will happen? Kudos to Jin Fu.
Anyway, i've been postponing this for a long time, but here it comes. By popular appeal its Jin Fu.
Analysis:
Jin Fu: Has been my classmate for the last 3 years. Was already emo last year. Knows alot of nice songs, recommended me alot of good songs. Uses carry heroes in dota. Thanks man, for everything.
The good: Natural Leader. Smart. Friendly when he's not emo. Pretty good listener, good taste in music.
The bad: Likes to suan shorter people by standing. Also likes to comment that my singing and dota sucks. (thanks lah!)
The interesting: He is technically considered to be a member of the Singapore Dota team. Is saving his blog's 100th post.
Blog: silenthill-ex.blogspot.com
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Well, David won. Yeah, even though almost everyone already knew which david, i don't wish to spoil it for the rare minority. 12 MILLION votes...wtf. Thats alot of cash given out. Oh well, this happens almost everytime here is an idol+voting thing going on.
Its kinda sad, seeing our relief teachers leaving after spending almost half a year teaching us. Oh well, their off to a better place, one that doesn't have a bunch of retarded kids like me. Oh well.
Will properly update soon, just so busy.
Its kinda sad, seeing our relief teachers leaving after spending almost half a year teaching us. Oh well, their off to a better place, one that doesn't have a bunch of retarded kids like me. Oh well.
Will properly update soon, just so busy.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Virus in my com. Crap. Blame myself for carelessly clicking run program when i meant to click close. Will properly update soon, kinda busy and tired recently. My eyebags are looking worse (since when have i not had eyebags?), i'm catching a cold, and i'm losing myself. I suddenly lost direction of where i was going. I suddenly feel distant from many of my good friends, i have no idea why. That rift within me is affecting my exterior as well. On the flip side, the phrase "the wasp factory" keeps resurfacing in my mind. Must be the constant repetition of Mr Adrian Chan. I heard it so many times that it has sorta become tautology (that constant repetition thingy that makes it lose its meaning).
And finally, a poem without a mask. Oh hurray u say, but i thought that the mask was pretty cool... Yeah, i have no idea what i'm talking about. LOOOL.
In the middle of a gunfight,
in the centre of a nuclear war.
That adrenaline. That savage animal instinct within that lusted for excitement.
Is gone. Just standing in the middle of a wasteland.
Although we are still standing. We are dead.
That flock of birds fly far above. Oh so free.
Freedom. The boon or the bane?
Rules. Restricting or Safe?
I see clearly. Those birds...are doves.
Well, pick a side. Toss a coin. Throw a dice.
Thats all to life.
If you go left, i'l stay right.
Why? Why why? Answers are for the needy.
Whats the point of having eyes
If you cannot see that rainbow lurking behind that dark abyss.
Speak to me.
I need it.
Every little thing u can offer.
And you'l get plenty back in return.
If you have those eyes.
And finally, a poem without a mask. Oh hurray u say, but i thought that the mask was pretty cool... Yeah, i have no idea what i'm talking about. LOOOL.
In the middle of a gunfight,
in the centre of a nuclear war.
That adrenaline. That savage animal instinct within that lusted for excitement.
Is gone. Just standing in the middle of a wasteland.
Although we are still standing. We are dead.
That flock of birds fly far above. Oh so free.
Freedom. The boon or the bane?
Rules. Restricting or Safe?
I see clearly. Those birds...are doves.
Well, pick a side. Toss a coin. Throw a dice.
Thats all to life.
If you go left, i'l stay right.
Why? Why why? Answers are for the needy.
Whats the point of having eyes
If you cannot see that rainbow lurking behind that dark abyss.
Speak to me.
I need it.
Every little thing u can offer.
And you'l get plenty back in return.
If you have those eyes.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
That wave that had been building up is finally released. That wave of emotion splashes over me. The China earthquake victims. The Myanmar cyclone refugees. Its just so sad. A few days ago i said i didn't feel any emotion. Well, i feel it now. The death toll for both just keeps rising. I do not know which one has caused more grief, to me both are just horrible. Why did this had to happen? And the sheer atrocity of the Myanmar government not allowing aid. What's wrong with them? Saving lives are way more important than impressing your phony diplomats. Is admitting weakness really that bad? I promised not to swear on this blog as much as possible but i'l swear now. You bastards.
Part of the anger is lashed out towards myself too. What can we possibly do? Donate money? Our clothes? Food? Big help! All we can do are the small things that we hope will count towards helping the victims. We just sit here, feeling sorry for them. Damnit. At least it's better than nothing.
Well, at least China allowed aid from the west despite the Tibet issues. It would be really crushing if they didn't. Earlier this year there was a snowstorm in China. It seems that following December 2005, all sorts of shit has been springing up.
Well, what do we do at times like this. Just stand tall and live on. I know its easier said than done, but thats all we can do. I just... hope that this will end soon.
Part of the anger is lashed out towards myself too. What can we possibly do? Donate money? Our clothes? Food? Big help! All we can do are the small things that we hope will count towards helping the victims. We just sit here, feeling sorry for them. Damnit. At least it's better than nothing.
Well, at least China allowed aid from the west despite the Tibet issues. It would be really crushing if they didn't. Earlier this year there was a snowstorm in China. It seems that following December 2005, all sorts of shit has been springing up.
Well, what do we do at times like this. Just stand tall and live on. I know its easier said than done, but thats all we can do. I just... hope that this will end soon.
Falling. It happens.
There is a golden rope dangling beside us.
Reaching for it, it disintegrates, only one can grab it.
Security, Safety, Sanctuary.
is what awaits high up.
Risk, Danger, Uncertainty.
is what awaits below.
I would rather,
take a chance than lose a friend.
Take the low road.
The highway to hell.
But, would you?
The hole we are falling into is hollow,
like my heart used to be.
The mask and the heart.
The shield and the sword.
One protects the other,
the other reciprocates.
Symbiotic.
The cocoon, has opened.
I feel different.
I am different.
But am i a butterfly or a moth?
Most importantly,
am i still in another cocoon?
Trapped...
There is a golden rope dangling beside us.
Reaching for it, it disintegrates, only one can grab it.
Security, Safety, Sanctuary.
is what awaits high up.
Risk, Danger, Uncertainty.
is what awaits below.
I would rather,
take a chance than lose a friend.
Take the low road.
The highway to hell.
But, would you?
The hole we are falling into is hollow,
like my heart used to be.
The mask and the heart.
The shield and the sword.
One protects the other,
the other reciprocates.
Symbiotic.
The cocoon, has opened.
I feel different.
I am different.
But am i a butterfly or a moth?
Most importantly,
am i still in another cocoon?
Trapped...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Dead! is the title of one of my favourite MCR songs.
A few days ago, the guy that did the announcements talked about dieing for Open House. Well, today we died, our hearts decomposing into that scent that flowed into the breeze that passed over RAFFLES INSTITUTION.
Big help that was. Whats the point of dieing for your cca when no one witnesses it? It's like shouting "For World Peace!" before jumping off a cliff, and no one videoing it or witnessing it. The parents that visited the UG booths were seriously quite little.
In my opinion, we should blame the DJ. He played many weird songs, causing my FF nerd squadmate to go screaming "ITS THE FINAL FANTASY 8 BATTLE THEME!!" before running towards the canteen for no reason. I also never thought the day would come when Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name", a 1994 song, was played. Congrats to fufilling the pioneer part of being a raffesian. Good Job. Give yourself a pat on the back. What? Yes, i mean it.
In more seriousness when needed (check the top!), this year's "interactive" theme seems to be a little weird. I just saw kids having a penalty shootout. Oh well, i couldn't think of a better idea, so better not b!tch so much.
I probably got sunburnt, thats why i feel like i'm on fire. The ice-cold shower only helped for about 5 minutes. Oh well, here's wishing no one got sunburnt during the hellish weather!
A few days ago, the guy that did the announcements talked about dieing for Open House. Well, today we died, our hearts decomposing into that scent that flowed into the breeze that passed over RAFFLES INSTITUTION.
Big help that was. Whats the point of dieing for your cca when no one witnesses it? It's like shouting "For World Peace!" before jumping off a cliff, and no one videoing it or witnessing it. The parents that visited the UG booths were seriously quite little.
In my opinion, we should blame the DJ. He played many weird songs, causing my FF nerd squadmate to go screaming "ITS THE FINAL FANTASY 8 BATTLE THEME!!" before running towards the canteen for no reason. I also never thought the day would come when Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name", a 1994 song, was played. Congrats to fufilling the pioneer part of being a raffesian. Good Job. Give yourself a pat on the back. What? Yes, i mean it.
In more seriousness when needed (check the top!), this year's "interactive" theme seems to be a little weird. I just saw kids having a penalty shootout. Oh well, i couldn't think of a better idea, so better not b!tch so much.
I probably got sunburnt, thats why i feel like i'm on fire. The ice-cold shower only helped for about 5 minutes. Oh well, here's wishing no one got sunburnt during the hellish weather!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Today was rather crappy.
Firstly, i had to go find Mr Chan Chee Kiong, because he was supposed to give back the physics files by the end of the school day. He either forgot or was too busy or...i'l spare you the alternatives, but basically i went try and find him with jon ed, but saw him teaching a class.
We waited...until it was time to go for the Social Advocacy talk. The SA talk was freaking boring, there were a pathetically small number of people attending it. After it was over, i went straight home. At least Seven Eleven started selling Haribo sweets again. Then i noticed i didn't pass up my chinese project.
Went back to ri to pass it up and straight home. Was in a bad mood. My family keeps trying to keep tabs on my blog. Pretty irritating.
Well, at least there's open house tomorrow. And Vesak Day on Monday. Yay.
And i realised that one of my favourite books, "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief"
is going to be made into a movie. Yay.
Wishing that this bad (not angsty) mood will go away soon.
I was just thinking about the abundance of natural disasters lately. When you read about it in the news, to me, there has been so much bad news that i simply go "oh. thats terrible." after reading about it. I should be feeling sad for the victims, but i feel a sense of unattachment. Not to the loss of human lives, but to the world in general. I feel as if my heart has been hollowed out.
Underneath that facade,
that performance.
That mask.
Just as the butterfly emerges from the cocoon,
its body having undergone the subtle change behind
its mask.
I may just emerge like that too.
Or will i
Emerge as a moth?
Within, I feel
something stirring,
the wheels of change.
Firstly, i had to go find Mr Chan Chee Kiong, because he was supposed to give back the physics files by the end of the school day. He either forgot or was too busy or...i'l spare you the alternatives, but basically i went try and find him with jon ed, but saw him teaching a class.
We waited...until it was time to go for the Social Advocacy talk. The SA talk was freaking boring, there were a pathetically small number of people attending it. After it was over, i went straight home. At least Seven Eleven started selling Haribo sweets again. Then i noticed i didn't pass up my chinese project.
Went back to ri to pass it up and straight home. Was in a bad mood. My family keeps trying to keep tabs on my blog. Pretty irritating.
Well, at least there's open house tomorrow. And Vesak Day on Monday. Yay.
And i realised that one of my favourite books, "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief"
is going to be made into a movie. Yay.
Wishing that this bad (not angsty) mood will go away soon.
I was just thinking about the abundance of natural disasters lately. When you read about it in the news, to me, there has been so much bad news that i simply go "oh. thats terrible." after reading about it. I should be feeling sad for the victims, but i feel a sense of unattachment. Not to the loss of human lives, but to the world in general. I feel as if my heart has been hollowed out.
Underneath that facade,
that performance.
That mask.
Just as the butterfly emerges from the cocoon,
its body having undergone the subtle change behind
its mask.
I may just emerge like that too.
Or will i
Emerge as a moth?
Within, I feel
something stirring,
the wheels of change.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Today was fine i guess, at least tragic hero essay has been extended to group work. Oh, and Nicholas went through his operation. I haven't played dota in a long time. It went smoothly...np, np.
In the aftermath of heightened emotions, i feel that i should re-examine my emotional states. I was just stoning, when i realised, was i happy?
Or was i high?
In the previous few weeks, my emotions just fluctuated between being extremely high to being extremely emo. It explains the weird mix of poems and normal posts. I...do not know when my mood will change again.
In these few months, i had experienced a lot that i haven't experienced before. It's going to cumulate into something even bigger. And soon, it will be. This sounds cliche, but while i feel that my life has taken a turn for the better, i also feel that it is drooping. I only started being emo this year, and it was really unique.
On the plus: Poems, appreciating the dark, temporary immunity against pain (no, i don't cut myself)
On the minus: Lack of enthusiasm, Bleak outlook on life, Pains in my chest
I feel like i'm describing the side effects of a drug.
This drug may cause lack of enthusiasm, a bleak outlook on life, pains in one's chests, and occasionally a sudden urge to stare into space.
I dont want to waste my time.
Become another casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line.
Become another victim of your conformity.
And back down.
Maybe i should talk more about my everyday life. Or i should just stick to this form of blogging. I dunno, gimme a sign.
I begin to wonder, did my mask really start cracking? Or was it that soft, fragile layer of styrofoam? What really matters is...my mask has returned.
In the aftermath of heightened emotions, i feel that i should re-examine my emotional states. I was just stoning, when i realised, was i happy?
Or was i high?
In the previous few weeks, my emotions just fluctuated between being extremely high to being extremely emo. It explains the weird mix of poems and normal posts. I...do not know when my mood will change again.
In these few months, i had experienced a lot that i haven't experienced before. It's going to cumulate into something even bigger. And soon, it will be. This sounds cliche, but while i feel that my life has taken a turn for the better, i also feel that it is drooping. I only started being emo this year, and it was really unique.
On the plus: Poems, appreciating the dark, temporary immunity against pain (no, i don't cut myself)
On the minus: Lack of enthusiasm, Bleak outlook on life, Pains in my chest
I feel like i'm describing the side effects of a drug.
This drug may cause lack of enthusiasm, a bleak outlook on life, pains in one's chests, and occasionally a sudden urge to stare into space.
I dont want to waste my time.
Become another casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line.
Become another victim of your conformity.
And back down.
Maybe i should talk more about my everyday life. Or i should just stick to this form of blogging. I dunno, gimme a sign.
I begin to wonder, did my mask really start cracking? Or was it that soft, fragile layer of styrofoam? What really matters is...my mask has returned.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The reformed mask.
Weaker than before.
My skin itches,
Scratching at it, i find something underneath.
Scales.
I ache, it hurts.
What is it?
I smash my mask against the scales.
Hopefully, it will grant me some relief.
Why do i feel a growing rift within my heart?
The only thing left.
Is to build a new mask.
And don it...until the time comes.
Weaker than before.
My skin itches,
Scratching at it, i find something underneath.
Scales.
I ache, it hurts.
What is it?
I smash my mask against the scales.
Hopefully, it will grant me some relief.
Why do i feel a growing rift within my heart?
The only thing left.
Is to build a new mask.
And don it...until the time comes.
Tomorrow.
A lot of guys.
One Paul Madden.
Commence hiding.
If you have no idea what i'm referring to, its about the Ambassador Series talk tomorrow. Me and Jon Ed have to come up with questions to ask the guy about, the topic is "Global Citizens".
We already brainstormed of a few during assembly.
The more promising ones include, "Do you consider yourself as a global citizen?"
and "What is the definiton of the global citizen?"
Crappy shit FTW.
I was looking through my physics file today, and somehow the page turned to my 1st assessment of the year (yeah right...). I stared at the 7 half mark. I needed something. It was curry from the japanese stall in RI! Ah screw it, i needed more of 7 halfs over 10!
Another particular incident today was the morning announcement thingy. "RI Open House", Die for it or something... I wish they would stop shoving ridiculous phrases into the announcements. At least some up with something more moving, like "Chiap's Birthday, Screw it, Dao it".
Nah, i'm not angsting over that. In fact, i'm angsting over the difficulty of maths. Near the end of the lesson, i almost lost track of everything Chee Keen said. Tough...
A lot of guys.
One Paul Madden.
Commence hiding.
If you have no idea what i'm referring to, its about the Ambassador Series talk tomorrow. Me and Jon Ed have to come up with questions to ask the guy about, the topic is "Global Citizens".
We already brainstormed of a few during assembly.
The more promising ones include, "Do you consider yourself as a global citizen?"
and "What is the definiton of the global citizen?"
Crappy shit FTW.
I was looking through my physics file today, and somehow the page turned to my 1st assessment of the year (yeah right...). I stared at the 7 half mark. I needed something. It was curry from the japanese stall in RI! Ah screw it, i needed more of 7 halfs over 10!
Another particular incident today was the morning announcement thingy. "RI Open House", Die for it or something... I wish they would stop shoving ridiculous phrases into the announcements. At least some up with something more moving, like "Chiap's Birthday, Screw it, Dao it".
Nah, i'm not angsting over that. In fact, i'm angsting over the difficulty of maths. Near the end of the lesson, i almost lost track of everything Chee Keen said. Tough...
Monday, May 12, 2008
Excuses Excuses
Sat night: Google kept telling me that i was some sort of anti-virus, wouldn't let me access blogspot.com. Tried writing chinese poems during tuition class, but failed terribly.
Sun night: Watched Iron Man. Celebrated Mother's Day with my entire family, grandparents, aunt, uncles. Came down with a pretty serious runny nose and sneezing. Medicine made me drowsy. Checked bag and noticed that there was maths homework. Spent the fricking night doing it so we would get an extra Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream.
Today: At least I didn't screw up my archery test. Theory was OK, probably can barely pass, practical was OK as well, the instructor said "good" so...I'm safe right? Lit test tomorrow, British ambassador meeting on Wednesday. Tragic Hero concept essay on Friday, Higher Chinese Project on Friday.
Iron Man: It's certainly enough bang for your buck(who came up with this?), and offers over the top action scenes( most shows do). It offers a witty storyline ( What was it again?) that involves him making out with a woman, before revealing his fricking awesome house to her. He then dumps her and makes out yet again. A sure win formula.
What the heck did i just say? Something about Iron Man= Good. Yup, thats it.
Phrase of the day: The pen is mightier than the sword. Who the hell said that? To quote COD4, "Whoever who said that has obviously never been involved in an automatic weapons war."
Sun night: Watched Iron Man. Celebrated Mother's Day with my entire family, grandparents, aunt, uncles. Came down with a pretty serious runny nose and sneezing. Medicine made me drowsy. Checked bag and noticed that there was maths homework. Spent the fricking night doing it so we would get an extra Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream.
Today: At least I didn't screw up my archery test. Theory was OK, probably can barely pass, practical was OK as well, the instructor said "good" so...I'm safe right? Lit test tomorrow, British ambassador meeting on Wednesday. Tragic Hero concept essay on Friday, Higher Chinese Project on Friday.
Iron Man: It's certainly enough bang for your buck(who came up with this?), and offers over the top action scenes( most shows do). It offers a witty storyline ( What was it again?) that involves him making out with a woman, before revealing his fricking awesome house to her. He then dumps her and makes out yet again. A sure win formula.
What the heck did i just say? Something about Iron Man= Good. Yup, thats it.
Phrase of the day: The pen is mightier than the sword. Who the hell said that? To quote COD4, "Whoever who said that has obviously never been involved in an automatic weapons war."
Friday, May 9, 2008
Goals:
Respectable g.p.a. by the end of this year.
Maths, make it love me like I love it.
Improvement in Chinese.
FPS. America.
Family and friends.
Control my ranting. Refer to ranting on “Pwn nia” post.
Social Life.
Social Advocacy. Watch out.
CCA commitments.
Health.
Break the 8 pullup barrier. Soon…
Write more imba poetry by harnessing the power that is Emo.
Get less of “Chiap, you’re damn lame.”. Yes Nigel and Jin Fu, I’m looking at you two.
Listen to more mandarin pop.
Less swearing.
Other Stuff, including:
Finding out the ultimate meaning to life.
Dota, Shiva and meka by 30 mins.
Other Bullshit.
Most importantly:
Be more sensitive to the needs of others.
Random analysis of the week.
Jon Ed: Flicks people while screaming "Die, bitch!", or "I'l shove it up your ass/mouth!". Occasionally reiterates how gay spiritbreaker in Dota is.
The good: He sent me "How far we've come" by Matchbox 20 lol! In all seriousness, hes quite okay when hes not trying to flick you or tell you what a ***** you are.
The bad: Suanning people with his results. Angsting over Napfa (not so much)
Gets pissed when: Errhm, i'd rather not go there.
Interesting facts to note: Has a weird laugh. Has been saying "Sure, why not a lot recently." (its mine dammit)
Blog: shadows-of-doubt.blogspot.com
Respectable g.p.a. by the end of this year.
Maths, make it love me like I love it.
Improvement in Chinese.
FPS. America.
Family and friends.
Control my ranting. Refer to ranting on “Pwn nia” post.
Social Life.
Social Advocacy. Watch out.
CCA commitments.
Health.
Break the 8 pullup barrier. Soon…
Write more imba poetry by harnessing the power that is Emo.
Get less of “Chiap, you’re damn lame.”. Yes Nigel and Jin Fu, I’m looking at you two.
Listen to more mandarin pop.
Less swearing.
Other Stuff, including:
Finding out the ultimate meaning to life.
Dota, Shiva and meka by 30 mins.
Other Bullshit.
Most importantly:
Be more sensitive to the needs of others.
Random analysis of the week.
Jon Ed: Flicks people while screaming "Die, bitch!", or "I'l shove it up your ass/mouth!". Occasionally reiterates how gay spiritbreaker in Dota is.
The good: He sent me "How far we've come" by Matchbox 20 lol! In all seriousness, hes quite okay when hes not trying to flick you or tell you what a ***** you are.
The bad: Suanning people with his results. Angsting over Napfa (not so much)
Gets pissed when: Errhm, i'd rather not go there.
Interesting facts to note: Has a weird laugh. Has been saying "Sure, why not a lot recently." (its mine dammit)
Blog: shadows-of-doubt.blogspot.com
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Pfft
Crappy poem.
The good : CRP, Chem Quiz
The semi to bad: Rest O the stuff.
To me, as long as i have tried my best, not had any stupid careless mistakes, i am generally pleased. I don't mean failing though.
No mood to talk much, so i'l just put in some random stuff.
Stuff you wanna say to yourself/ people
I wanna beat up/ scold upside down the me from primary school. Back then i was a huge...ass. I actually thought saying popular stuff would make me have more friends. I was always looking for opportunities to throw in the phrases. Yeah, i hate myself.
Watch your words. When someone fails his exam, he acquires one of the following looks.
1. The sniffer
The sniffer is a rare find in RI, he will bawl or sniff tears, tears of pain, suffering and possibly angstiness (spelling?)
2. The Emo
He'l just stone. Stare into space. Keep quiet. Look blankly at you when you speak to him. I sometimes acquire this look
3. The Never Give Up
You just don't know to hate them or love their tenacity. After getting their paper back, they will rush up to the teacher to engage in a never-ending war of words. For marks, duh. It would be appropriate if they shouted "For the Horde!" before rushing out.
4. The average guy
Please, if you know that he crapped up, don't walk up to him and ask, "How much?" And when he replies, For goodness sake, don't go, " I'm sure!".
Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name" makes an appearance everytime someone does this to me. It goes
"Shot through the heart and you're too late..."
Insert Awkward conclusion here.
The good : CRP, Chem Quiz
The semi to bad: Rest O the stuff.
To me, as long as i have tried my best, not had any stupid careless mistakes, i am generally pleased. I don't mean failing though.
No mood to talk much, so i'l just put in some random stuff.
Stuff you wanna say to yourself/ people
I wanna beat up/ scold upside down the me from primary school. Back then i was a huge...ass. I actually thought saying popular stuff would make me have more friends. I was always looking for opportunities to throw in the phrases. Yeah, i hate myself.
Watch your words. When someone fails his exam, he acquires one of the following looks.
1. The sniffer
The sniffer is a rare find in RI, he will bawl or sniff tears, tears of pain, suffering and possibly angstiness (spelling?)
2. The Emo
He'l just stone. Stare into space. Keep quiet. Look blankly at you when you speak to him. I sometimes acquire this look
3. The Never Give Up
You just don't know to hate them or love their tenacity. After getting their paper back, they will rush up to the teacher to engage in a never-ending war of words. For marks, duh. It would be appropriate if they shouted "For the Horde!" before rushing out.
4. The average guy
Please, if you know that he crapped up, don't walk up to him and ask, "How much?" And when he replies, For goodness sake, don't go, " I'm sure!".
Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name" makes an appearance everytime someone does this to me. It goes
"Shot through the heart and you're too late..."
Insert Awkward conclusion here.
How far we've come
Cracks appear.
The pit is collapsing in on itself.
A short distance to go before the top.
I scramble up, with you right in front of me.
For a moment, i lose sight of you.
The mask is obstructing my vision.
Yet i am unwilling to remove it.
I stretch, making contact with you.
Above, you lend me a hand.
Pull. I try to grab the top.
Chaos. Everywhere.
I pull myself up, together with our friend.
I lie on the floor.
Panting.
You stand tall, proud.
You have them.
I slowly get up. However, you are already gone.
My friend, is once again by my side.
We pick a direction and walk.
Instinct. Luck.
Both...are crucial.
This is just the beginning.
The pit is collapsing in on itself.
A short distance to go before the top.
I scramble up, with you right in front of me.
For a moment, i lose sight of you.
The mask is obstructing my vision.
Yet i am unwilling to remove it.
I stretch, making contact with you.
Above, you lend me a hand.
Pull. I try to grab the top.
Chaos. Everywhere.
I pull myself up, together with our friend.
I lie on the floor.
Panting.
You stand tall, proud.
You have them.
I slowly get up. However, you are already gone.
My friend, is once again by my side.
We pick a direction and walk.
Instinct. Luck.
Both...are crucial.
This is just the beginning.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Just when i thought i would be able to crawl out, I slip.
Why did I slip?
Was it carelessness, or because of my own lack of skill?
I crave the fresh air, the beautiful scenery, the better world that awaits me above.
I need to get out.
Others around me struggle.
Some are already at the top of the pit.
Some are nearing the top.
Others look at me blankly.
We all try. It makes a difference.
Falls make us weaker.
But we come back.
Stronger.
Determined.
Desperate.
More vulnerable.
Although that mask forms over all of us with every fall,
our insides are slowly being crushed.
I don't bother to share my troubles.
Your mask is covering enough things already,
The time has come.
I will don my mask once again.
And rise through the ashes.
With you right next to me.
I will catch up to the others.
Pacing, I am ready.
Why did I slip?
Was it carelessness, or because of my own lack of skill?
I crave the fresh air, the beautiful scenery, the better world that awaits me above.
I need to get out.
Others around me struggle.
Some are already at the top of the pit.
Some are nearing the top.
Others look at me blankly.
We all try. It makes a difference.
Falls make us weaker.
But we come back.
Stronger.
Determined.
Desperate.
More vulnerable.
Although that mask forms over all of us with every fall,
our insides are slowly being crushed.
I don't bother to share my troubles.
Your mask is covering enough things already,
The time has come.
I will don my mask once again.
And rise through the ashes.
With you right next to me.
I will catch up to the others.
Pacing, I am ready.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Less emo now
To start things off, il be briefly describing yesterday. Meh, nothing interesting, other than the fact that some weird girl at chinese tuition rofled at me when i read a chinese word wrongly. Then i went home and listened to mp3 for 2 hours. Talk about no life.
Today was kinda stale as well, played dota with jin fu for abit, then we abused the single player commands. But we had the right to lol, it was 2 v 5.
Me: "The chaos knight just 4 second stunned me, the sandking epicentered me, and pit lord bombed the crap out of me with his meteors! And i'm a witch doctor!"
JF: "Err, -gold 5000?"
Damn funny la.
Now ranting about the slightly younger generation.
My cousins, who are 4-6 years younger than me, saw me playing Street Fighter, Ryu vs Ken. I lost with the opponent's health being like 2 slashes of red.
Cousin: "LOL Pwned NIA!"
It seems that the Maplestory generation is going to destroy the world sooner or later.
Im not flaming maplestory. It's not a bad game, in fact, it is better than MOST mmos out there. But i am just complaining about the community. Maplestory fails terribly in its community.
The constant competition in level grinding seems to have resulted in a snobbish attitude in Maplestory. After introducing the game to my cousins back in Pri 5, because they had so much more time to play the game in Primary 6, advanced further than me. One day, they looked back at me, scoffed and 
said, "Are you sure you even know how to play the game?"
said, "Are you sure you even know how to play the game?"That just took the heart right out of me.
Hey the picture matches!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Yesterday's play.
Went to see Definite Love last night, it was quite well organised, the special effects etc..huzzah.
One part that i remember vividly from the 1st play is when they used a bazooka to shoot bad luck, damn funny.
Second Play, meh, some jokes about EPL that only supporters of clubs would find funny.
Third Play, ok, this was really confusing at the start, but it's storyline turned out to be abit like some Hong Kong/ Taiwan drama serial. They even had the airport scene. Go figure.
Overall: I felt that last year's performance was better. It seems that " Singaporean culture" involves throwing in a bunch of English words in the middle of pure chinese conversation. I came to improve my Chinese Standard dammit, and you keep using English! Anyway, i just felt that they were acting like a bunch of people in China who were throwing in English words for "Class". I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that...but...
One part that i remember vividly from the 1st play is when they used a bazooka to shoot bad luck, damn funny.
Second Play, meh, some jokes about EPL that only supporters of clubs would find funny.
Third Play, ok, this was really confusing at the start, but it's storyline turned out to be abit like some Hong Kong/ Taiwan drama serial. They even had the airport scene. Go figure.
Overall: I felt that last year's performance was better. It seems that " Singaporean culture" involves throwing in a bunch of English words in the middle of pure chinese conversation. I came to improve my Chinese Standard dammit, and you keep using English! Anyway, i just felt that they were acting like a bunch of people in China who were throwing in English words for "Class". I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that...but...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Panic attack
Screwed up maths big time. And no, i do not mean by "oh no i forgot to do bonus question lol, cannot get 16/15" screw up.
Forgot the formula of trapezium, didn't do last 2 questions.
Labour Day, what can i say?
( to the miaomiaomiaomiao tv jingle tune)
MugMugMugMugMugMugMugMugMugMug
Ok, im done ranting...
Don't really feel like speaking much, im slopping layers of painkiller and medicine over my heart in the form of dota, Army Of Two and Bleach episodes.
Polished boots for 1/2 hour before looking at it and somehow my foundation is gone. It looks like crap, and everyone at npcc agreeed unanimously with me.
Reminds me of my maths. Wow thats Lit-like.
Which brings me to a previous incident. We were discussing dota carry heroes at np, when suddenly ye oon goes, "what is the carry hero?"
I go, "the carry hero is the one that literally and figuratively carries the team. He is the pillar of strength that supports the team, if he falls, they all fall."
Cue my friends staring at me and saying, "wa lit guy!"
Haha...
Some random quotes,
"Orange tea is suprisingly good!"
"The strongest sword will pierce the strongest shield."
"Your eraser is behind you!"
"What kind of self-respecting bookshop doesn't sell protractors?"
Forgot the formula of trapezium, didn't do last 2 questions.
Labour Day, what can i say?
( to the miaomiaomiaomiao tv jingle tune)
MugMugMugMugMugMugMugMugMugMug
Ok, im done ranting...
Don't really feel like speaking much, im slopping layers of painkiller and medicine over my heart in the form of dota, Army Of Two and Bleach episodes.
Polished boots for 1/2 hour before looking at it and somehow my foundation is gone. It looks like crap, and everyone at npcc agreeed unanimously with me.
Reminds me of my maths. Wow thats Lit-like.
Which brings me to a previous incident. We were discussing dota carry heroes at np, when suddenly ye oon goes, "what is the carry hero?"
I go, "the carry hero is the one that literally and figuratively carries the team. He is the pillar of strength that supports the team, if he falls, they all fall."
Cue my friends staring at me and saying, "wa lit guy!"
Haha...
Some random quotes,
"Orange tea is suprisingly good!"
"The strongest sword will pierce the strongest shield."
"Your eraser is behind you!"
"What kind of self-respecting bookshop doesn't sell protractors?"
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