Deathstrikes

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2012-02-05T03:23:00.000-08:00

Laser Quest fully booked in February GG
No problem: Cluster meeting have!
*disclaimer: order of events edited to suit my memory as it occurs*
“So…Laser Quest is off, any ideas?”
“Anything with 2A!” (No prizes or guessing who this is. Hmm)
Cluster: LMAO
“OK erm so do we have any suggestions?”
*the usual boring stuff. You know, cycling…*
“Got people cannot cycle, but never mind I willing to learn”
“Later Aris gets the two seater one so he can ride…”
*Buffet only…*
“OK…anyone who’s NOT teck chye voting for this?”
“What about swimming?”
“Come on, you want to see us in trunks?”
“Oh, someone wants to see people in swim suits…”
*Archery…*
“Ten dollars will give you so many arrow you will shoot till you tired”
“GG later come back one arm super buff”
“With 2A”
“Going archery with girls?”
“Imagine they are guys, then with one super buff arm…”
ROFL
“NONO NOT GOING THERE”
*Prawning…*
“Prawning is seriously waste of time and money man”
“Oh yea you got go right what happened?”
“Cannot eat the prawns meh”
“Yea Roy tried to cook and burnt everything WTF”
“But should be quite fun la, make sure there’s no beef or mutton…”
LOL
“…Zoo?”
OHGAWDNO
“Or maybe…um…Jurong birdpark in the morning, Zoo in the afternoon, and Night Safari at night! Everything covered!”
“Ya lor cost how much only per person LMAO”
“What about…GOAT FARM!”
“Dude, what are we, primary school kids?”
“Eh but I heard the Goat’s milk damn nice.”
“OK so milking goats?”
“With 2A? But Aris will probably be looking to milk a very different kind of animal…”
*milking goats (somethingelsecompletelylessinnocent) put down. Hilarity ensues*
*without revealing too much, let’s say it goes along the line of squishing. Of things.*
“OKOK NOW THAT WE’RE DONE WITH SUGGESTIONS LET’S VOTE”
…
“Who votes for milking-“
“GOATS Milking goats”
Laughing/Good core training results.

Set Fire To The Rain

2012-02-01T23:25:00.000-08:00

I noticed that not two posts ago I was in a class of whackjobs.
I miss that class of whackjobs.
So much. T_T
This class can get retarded at times.
(That's probably a good thing, by the way)
But most other it's frustrating.
One can stand an entire class of muggers for just so many times.
Now it would be fine and dandy if quizzes or graded class tasks were on the level of say, Honours.
(I will be missing major modules so badly when the Honours hit)
But no, they're the type that makes you regret THINKING of studying.
Oh well.
Adaptation?
Too much Bio Olympiad, I see.
Also, I finally did not sleep during a Biomed lecture.
One can hardly tell whether that is for the better of anyone or anything.
Except for the fact that I am sleeping more, perhaps.
Um.
My story manuscript D:
I'm upset now. I think.
Mr. Lim: This method doesn't work for every case, but please, um, don't be upset because you think teacher is shortchanging you. But if you are upset we can always go out for, you know, a coffee, and discuss math over it.
Sometimes, though, this guy just brightens my day.
Nowadays everything is boring.
And I'm cruisin'
In a handy turtle shell, but still cruisin'

Vanilla Twilight

2012-01-21T06:24:00.000-08:00

Hey.
Didn’t expect to see you still around.
(Frankly, the way things stand I didn’t expect to see me here either.)
I think I’ve lost the…taste to blog?
(Oh The Horror)
Or maybe it’s just the personal crises. New class of…closet muggers, a week’s worth of bio mugging to entertain me this Chinese New Year.
T.T
Ah well. All beginnings must have an end. Or is it the other way round.
Our hostel room is Spartan. And sort of dusty. Whenever I walk into someone else’s room.
Magiclean? Somehow I don’t like the mop. It always makes things…dirtier somehow. A soppier kind of dirty.
And I still haven’t gotten out of holiday mood. Really. Feels like one every week.
Obviously, then, no motivation to study.
Hello hostel life.
And…really still tryin to add the class to my people collection before I can relaly post much of substance.
Not like anything here was really of substance originally.
Also, I am losing things.
Three things in the same number of weeks.
T.T. Least I found one. Through stupidity GRRAWR.
Dr. Dewey likes glitter. And talking. Especially if he gets to take a jab at someone into the bargain.
SO CUTE <3
And he’s British. Reasons for cuteness not necessarily in that order.
Mentoring, though, with our class.
Dr. Dewey: You people are…difficult!
*nervous giggles*
Eh heh. Seems like they aren’t too much of the talking sort.
(needing to mug still bugging me)
Oh. Well.
Screw off.
Debate was actually amusing.
I think.
Obviously, talking in impressive tones is enough to use complete bullshit you pull on the fly to impress everyone. But that’s just me, I think.
Oh, and five dollars which you have to spend 30 dollars to use.
One does not look gift horses in the mouth, I suppose. Especially gift horses that are not Times magazines.

Russian Unicorn

2011-10-13T07:01:00.001-07:00

It’s…going to be a long week.
Bryan: HEY I got 21 for bio prac man!
J.Lau: Yea…I got 22.
I should have known better than trying to continue blogging but, ah well.
I guess, being in a class of whack jobs makes one a whack job.
What if the whack job influence comes from other aspects, huh?
Shi Ni: I WANT THE STICKY THING! *jerks hand up and down*
Me: WTF?
Jit: WTF?
DH: WTFFF?
I guess…that is quite an appropriate response in response to such stupidity.
Shi Ni: WHAT???AHAHAHAHAHA
That, on the other hand, is a stupid response no matter the situation.
Well, what did YOU expect?
The was raining so hard there was sea spray on the stairways. The sixth-floor stairways.
Mr. Soh: I’m so wet you guys need to join in the fun. Come to the Life Sciences lab.
Lashing rain+air-con=very good idea. :D
During Biology we have established that Morgan Freeman is God. Existing since 160,000 years ago.
And someone needs to sort out his tastes of music. That goes along with serious documentaries.
Ms. Soh: And now…the worst for the last…20/22
OH SHIT LOST TO BRYAN
Aheh.
PPV.
We actually made more headway on chem.
I can’t remember what else we did, but it was probably something awesome. And the rain stopped, so that was probably good.
Math. I need to get away from Jeremias. GET SMARTER DAO HAN *hinthint*
GG deck of cards with a quarter chance of drawing an ace. Must be my kind of deck. :D
Mr. Loo stares at people evilly sometimes. :O
And the one who has been doing all our work while we drink coffee is leaving NUUUU
But, we have cookies. :D

Sparks Fly

2011-10-13T06:50:00.000-07:00

Today.
Oh dear.
Speech-making was so much harder that I thought it would be.
Trembling in the cold, fortunately I didn’t drop off.
BUT—Doing with 08. :D
And then—one of them did abortion. Without considering anything important from hell and back before deciding that that would be a good advocacy topic, I think.
Cue the missiles.
*joins*
Bloody hell.
Dr. Wong seemed to be in a bad mood…?
Thank fully we weren’t too late for music.
And then the group teaching Chinese Opera apparently did better than the troupe we were forced to go to!
As for what hat might be saying, I’ll toss it up to debate.
Music test. Blah. Two marks for effort? :D?
I like the feeling.
Of having to go for useless trips after examinations.
Not.
Ms. Yeo: You are not allowed to leave from the last spot on the trip.
Then…what about the FIRST stop?
Ah yes.
Ian’s animation T.T
Coming clean T.T
Insult I felt after taking the PSAT T.T
The class’s neatness O.o mind-effed.
JIT WU’S NOTES IN NEAT PILES :O

Ain't No Mountain Higher

2011-10-10T06:54:00.001-07:00

Yay for the beginning of hell week, 2nd edition?
it really isn’t so much of the homework (no, not more than usual…just the same as we always have had...T.T)
But, you know, since they’re just a couple or so weeks to the examinations…One can surely hope for better things.
In the weeks to come, anyway… *sighs*
HOSTEL :D
Yea, still a bit far away right. But heck it.
I WANNA LEAVE CLASS TOO D:
Independent Study sounds a really good idea. Oh well.
Bio: quiz.
Never a good news.
But, you know, GENETICS argh.
*should be easy manzzz*
We came up with the theory that if me or Tiong looks at DH’s face for extended periods of time, our IQ level will start dropping
Galen: *blocks out DH’s face with hand*
DH: N1 stop being hater man!
Here I must interrupt with news from Friday.
DH: Noob man Tiong do such shitty puncturing.
Me: Usually the CEO doesn’t do this shit. That’s why we got cleaners who are more pro at it! :D *points significantly*
DH:…shuddap man!
*blocks out DH’s face from the past*
Yep. Helps.
All these sisters and brothers and random ~~incestuous~~ relations are so complicated rawr.
Aaanyway. The quiz. At long last.
DH: DOOD where’s Tiong?
Jit: DOOD where’s Yu Han?!
DH: *sees me and tiong waving from opposite ends of the room* WTF they are at opposite ends of the…world! It’s like the…North and South Pole and this is…
Me: Africa…
DH: Come on! It’s Christmas! Come back here!
Galen: *blocks out DH’s face*
Good response. LMAO.
But seriously? Dragons?
And then ARGH CHEM.
Which was so simple.
With a really scammer bonus question. :O
Oh well. Better than a couple million Celsius. XD.
Chinese. He manages to waste an hour better than anyone ever could.
And lack of assembly invariably gives rise to…
DH: HEY WTH whenever we get into this circle, we invariably get started on the topic of…something embarrassing to me?
Galen: Look, it’s like this…Cyrus will say something screwed up, you will say something obviously homophobic, Claire will screw your mind further…Yu Han and Jit will laugh at your retardedness, and someone will walk in saying something else retarded. Like Teck Chye will say HI DH, which is already retarded…
Hey, it was his fault. I mean, he was saying something about…JERKING OFF IN BATHROOMS?
DH: *at Galen* you better not let me catch you doing that one day ah?
Tiong: Ah, look who’s talking?
DH: More like this dude man!
Jit: No man, never in my life
Yea, good joke.
Galen: *blocks out DH’s face*
DH: Liddat la A-hole!
Galen: *is shocked* you the a-hole!
Tsktsk. Kids.
An interesting fact as arisen.
I take it in my very evil stride. XD

Every Teardrop Like A Waterfall

2011-10-09T06:10:00.000-07:00

Life sucks. Truly.
And then those random moments that brighten your day are snuffed out…like a light.
And people wonder why I don’t like happy endings.
It’s never a good sign when you have a test first thing in the morning.
At least it was a little less challenging than the last one.
(and you know what they always say when you think something in question is easier than expected…)
Oh well. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
But everything was easier. Really. *whines*
Floorball…under the blazing sun.
And three rather imbalanced teams. Guess what happened when my team had two pro players.
Doing commentaries under REALLY HOT weather JUST after playing two games in a row=not fun.
Tiong trying to diss PS all the while lor N1
And Jit…I dunno. TACKLING PS?
Poor PS.
*can I like, abort here? Now?*
YES I CAN THIS IS MY blog dammit.
*stomps off petulantly*
(oh no, it’s OK, please don’t cry I hate it when you cry…)

Viva La Vida

2011-10-08T23:34:00.000-07:00

OMG LOL.
Yea.
SIMIN SO CUTE
Usually what I hear at the start of the day.
During mentoring there was mugging.
Tiong bitching.
I is disappoint.
JOBEAT.
Yea. The occasional attack that prevents one from ever being off the virtual hook.
But some of the music is soo naise. :D
Not that the…um…short revision made anything better.
Ms. Wong remembered children’s day YAY.
LET US ALL HOLD HANDS AND SING
Sorry. The childishness of it got too my mind.
THAT’S A GOOD SIGN
*Here we go again*
After being depressed by screwing up the in-class we were treated to sweet…sticky…tending to drop off easily…lollipops.
I LIKE
Keep it down down there, will you, I’m trying to talk here.
SCREW YOU
Whatever, man. Ms Li let us off early as a “children’s day gift”
(so…for Mr. Loo, EVERYDAY WE’RE SHUFFLIN’)
That didn’t come out the way it did, but HELL YEAH.
Now if only she had let it be an Assignment as a gift.
And then…END OF ALL LESSONS SO LET’S PARTY.
Hey, give Mr. Loo a little credit pl0x.
Mr. Loo: Eh Jeremias…did you study for the Math test?
Jeremias: Not…one…bit?
Mr. Loo: Wow. (beat) You did pretty well, then.
Always the tone of ~~APPROPRIATE~~ surprise.
This split personality thing is beginning to bug me out. Hang on for a moment while I administer proper punishment.
*cue random beating and cries of pain*
That sounded fairly ~~S&M~~ fun, but all will be fine from here on, I’m sure.
In any case, Math was so. Freaking. Hilarious.
Mr. Loo: Jeremias are you paying attention? Where are your notes???
Jeremias: Ohoherm…did you put them on e-space?
Mr. Loo: *Dramatic facepalm* of course I did, Jeremias, I had to waste 5 minutes of my life to log on and check that it was even there. So where are your notes?
Jeremias: …still on e-space.
Mr. Loo: …*chucks red marker at him*
Jeremias: Ow.
Mr. Loo: Pick it up
*Jeremias bends over to pick up marker, and when he turns to return the marker Mr. Loo promptly…throws another marker*
Mr. Loo: Pick that one up, too.
Jeremias: *with LOLwut expression* *tries to return markers*
Mr. Loo: today my left hand tired, pass it to my right hand, man.
Just an average day in the life of two frenemies.
ROFL.
Jeremias: so…erm…a hundred divided by 60 gives fifty cents…
Mr. Loo: A hundred divided by…Everyone, I present to you…the pride of GEP
Oh yes he is.
Like a bossLen.
And then you realize that there were…too many spoilt votes. WTH man.
An hour to buy balls.
What a good waste of time.
At least we got something achieved today. XD.
Straightened things out a little as well.
A good conclusion, so to speak.
And WE DREW PRI SCHOOL KIDS :O
A good day.

Champagne Showers

2011-10-06T07:06:00.000-07:00

My research has shown that…this venture may take much more out of me than I had hoped.
And I might just be dabbling in something that is pretty much out of my depth.
I mean, just how many teenagers…
Nevermind.
I like the challenge.
XD
English. :D
Essay Test. D:
Easy questions. :D
TOO MANY easy questions D:
Talk about mood whiplash.
And then Young Joo’s essays.
Ms. Koo: Mr. Chin likes his essay because…although the level of English is not that high, his ideas are always amusing enough…
Ah.
Quiet moment.
Everyone thinks Claire is emo.
Oh well.
Thankfully two people have not completed the test. Which might or not increase the papers’ likelihood of entering a shredder for the better of all of us.
Lucky Raphael.
We learnt how to shade an OMS for an hour today. YAY.
And that after a couple couple years of using mechanical pencils they are afraid we will poke holes in the paper.
This feels short.
That’s probably because it is.
And then, after tomorrow, week 5.
May we all survive it. D:

For The First Time

2011-10-04T07:01:00.001-07:00

New beginnings?
I dunno, it’s pretty much a new experience for me as well.
In a good way, I should say. :D
Jit: Simin ah. You two pairs take up the whole class le.
Simin: :O ??
Jit: DH and Shi Ni in front, you and Gab at the back, everyone else gotta scoot.
Mm…inconveniencing, I guess.
I have a good feeling about Bio. And that empty desk, thank god.
Shit yet another unproductive long break. It’s a tradition, I suppose.
LOPPING OFF HEADS IS ALL FUN AND GAME UNTIL SOMEONE MISSES.
I’m sorry, did that come out the way it did?
Nah, just kidding. OFF—WITH—THEIR—HEADS!
And that ridiculously named Red Queen’s hypothesis. Bah to that and everything after.
Chinese. Guess what.
We actually discussed something. I think.
Galen: You know when WJ knows someone hasn’t handed up something for Chinese, he can point at Jit and 90% of the time he will be right.
Me: Maybe 99% of the time *sniggers*
But that still doesn’t excuse us from the retarded-ness Galen, YY and I were up to.
Shield+BLACK SQIGGLES+sword=CHAOS KNIGHT BWAHAHA.
Sorry. No, wait, that was Galen’s fault.
Clock+F*d=clockwork
Oh dear us.
*raised eyes*
Math.
Mr. Loo: *ahem**ahem*
Me: Mr. Loo you OK or not
Mr. Loo: This time I think…really sick le…
DH: GG Karma
Mr. Loo: EH good for you ppl OK…
Me: Din’t say karma coming from where
Aha…
Mr. Loo: Hey, if I can take leave for two days, and finish all the tasks I’m supposed to do for the week, I can just go to work for three days out of five man!
*if only students had that kind of freedom*
Mr. Loo: Then boss will say, ‘In that case I just give u 60% of your salary lor’
We have a logical man. I mean, methods of proof and all.
Galen: So how did the Math project with Jung Min go?
Mr. Loo: went well…we got $300…except the website said $400. So of course we wrote a letter to complain and stuff…and later in the day spent about half the prize money. So while I was waiting for the ~$130 to be returned, I found a letter with the $100 and apology. So I…hmmm…*pockets*
Me: :O then you still go ask for the $130??
Mr. Loo: OF COURSE WUT they owe me :D
DH SO NOOB
OK sorry Induction needs logic.
Wait…
FORGET I SAID THAT
IRP: visit to the bar/coffee machine
Then come back, find our colleague gone and are stuck outside the lab
GG
At least we learnt some things.
A very important thing, to say the least.
HI-FIVE
And now…I have done my research. (Yes so NUS High School-ish rite)
With that I hope we can make things better. XD

Set Fire To The Rain

2011-10-04T05:36:00.001-07:00

I’ll be back.
OK so maybe I should have said that at the end of lastlast week’s post but heck. No one wants nothin’ to do with Arnie.
HEY MR LOO CAME TO SCHOOL.
*I must stop using that tone of surprise*
Hey someone screwed up flag-raising again!
*I must stop using that very same tone too. For reasons a bit different to the example above*
But what the hey. Mr. Loo suffered administrative meddling wtcrap.
UNETHICAL PRACTICES.
*all for the good of Mr. Loo’s students, of course*
And yea, if you’ve noticed, I’m back. Just went all that way to become Captain Obvious, huh.
Although, I suppose, from our brief encounter Mr. Lin is a nice guy. Then again, seeing as he’s part of Mr. Loo’s party I’m not all that surprised. :D
I like breaks. Mmhmm.
And owning at Monopoly Deal.
The…um…Bio quiz better be as easy as Dr. Low asserts it is. *crosses* fingers. Or I might just begin a dramatic collapse first thing in a really bad week. Yes Ian, Week 5 is fun. *grumbles*
GG owned by DH. Never gonna live this down.
Chem. Test. WTSSSSSSSSS ARGH I NEED TO CHANGE GLASSES BLAHRFURGNARGH.
Later Roy beat me T.T
HOW I MADETHAT MISTAKE GRAHHH
Oh well. That’s that, I guess. Chinese too. We’re pretty much rambling until the next test.
*rambles and plays more jobeat*
That’s…erm…something that SOMEBODY got us addicted to over the last week. Hurm I wonder who.
In break we somehow got from lots of monopoly deal to talking about…among other things, herterosexuals, the habits and rationale behind homosexuals, trans-whatever, bisexuals and pansexuals.
And then the conversation turned to the particular sexual behaviors of animals, and the world all went to rip.
Horses with baseballs bats.
Pigs. Oh, pigs
And don’t even get started on ducks.
And then we realized…Kenryk has a whip.
*is mindblown*
Claire: It could be a riding crop…
Me :…that long?
I must have used it too well. It was…erm…semi-broken.
*somehow fixing it with “barbed” wire seemed a good idea at the time*
*OK maybe not*
And then I am, if possible, *further mindblown*
Then again, probably not in a bad way.

Butterflies

2011-09-26T05:39:00.001-07:00

I like to flip days right round when they go right down.
Bah. Work work work.
I have received a crisis of sorts on Chemistry.
I mean, if there weren’t another presentation of 10 minutes maybe I could breathe easier.
*Bio work due tomorrow. INCOMPLETE bio work due tomorrow. Panicking is in order. Like, now.*
*oh dear*
OK. Panicking about over.
And I wish whatever we might mention in the Principal’s Dialogue can be implemented or at least, paid attention to rather than lying in some random back-burner in the middle of the bowels of unmentionable obfuscation. The last part was randomly made up to see if I could suddenly make up words that don’t make sense in context on the fly.
(I might just be good at that. :D)
Anyway, yea. AIR-CONDITIONING RARGH
Especially when we have to occasionally live through 2 hour-long Physics lessons. *droops from fatigue*
But there’s always MATH :D And Ms. Koo not being in school which means we only have virtually…never mind.
Mr. Loo was all effusive about the elections.
Mr. Loo: To be SC President, you have to get the votes of the younger years…assuming all of you have the same number of friends. Because the Year Sixes will be leaving next Year anyway…and will probably vote for the prettiest…
Jeremias: Later they gay man…
Mr. Loo: I’ve gone to Kaoshiung with those guys…if anything they are undersexed…
Ah…naughty naughty.
Aaaaaaaaaaand right after that. We proved dealing cards was for noobs.
And being noobs ourselves when failing to gank.
I actually managed to get some work done.
I realized for some time that Nat has Jeremias-ed my assignment. Oh dear. *droops*
And sometimes you really don’t feel the drive to do your Journalistic assignment of which only comprises borrowing somebody else’s pictures and arranging it to look pretty.
But that’s not the point.
The point is that they are arranging this (probably awesome) 2 day 1 night camp involving all the Journalism members which I can’t go to owing to either OBS or IRP.
But that’s not the point either.
Maybe it’s the fact that we had no session and I had no idea, and that we “might” have a session next week.
Yes. Suggestive.

International Love

2011-09-23T03:14:00.001-07:00

We had a good Chinese lesson. Amazingly everyone did what they were supposed to do mainly because they couldn’t be bothered to do anything else.
An hour of newspaper reading was in order. WJ even helped us through it. Sweet.
NEWS FLASH: NEUTRINOS TRAVELING FASTER THAN LIGHT :O
I can’t really see the relevance but what the heck. Let it not be me to deny you the knowledge that neutrinos can win races with photons.
Ooh Press Conference.
Yea. That aside, PE was pretty hectic. And much like boring football matches, the score line went 1-0 0-0 1-0.
I say the fact that my team managed to do well is the omnipresence of Jeremias. XD.
Colour divide much. Just saying.
With $4 to spend on something…I felt stupid enough buying two identical bottles of chrysamthemum. But a voucher’s a voucher. And so is a baby tigger with its “shirt” gone
PS: I want the shirt *puts it on his over-undersized teddy bear*
We are a funny class of people
Buuuuut any way. About the fact that Ms. Li started bitching at the lot of us for…(surprise, it’s not the possibly damaged furniture or the state of the classroom or the people in PE attire!) being us. Oh well. I guess it’s probably that time of the month.
Chem test was forgivingly simple. It forgave me for not bothering to study much, except for parts which studying wouldn’t actually have helped. Much. ORGANIC GROUPS AGAIN WTS. And WTH did that bonus question mean?
(and waterhose did that bonus question even mean?)
Yes…contextual differences.
And as my Journalism article which is due draws ever nearer (I hear gasps of sock and surprise at the “due” word) I find that it gets increasingly hard to try and worry about it when there isn’t…ooh shiny.
Yes. This is looking really short but what the hey.

Threw it On the Ground

2011-09-21T07:16:00.001-07:00

Let’s take it from here. Or not.
The day started good. Finding out the idea of Shi Ni’s “latest” news and all. Cavewoman much?
(Hey look the men just hunted down an antelope!
DA, that was a million years ago!)
The future Student Council Exco had a very productive morning. Mmhmm. The poster was so cool it had a nice hump. XD
Music Debate—Six teams—five/four speakers each—7 Best speakers—4 Best speakers from the SAME TEAM?
Hmmmm.
And then the highest scoring team beat the next highest scoring. BECAUSE I’M WITH AWESOME PEOPLE THAT WAY BWAHAHAHA *EGOEGOEGO*
But when the last two teams are separated by a 0.5 point difference…*ahem*
GG we’ll be teaching Year 2s. :O the horror.
So we went for ACE, and I realized, MAN, I’m not an adult yet, so I couldn’t throw it on the ground.
Bah.
That guy in the video is...seriously and asswipe OMFG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!
Good lord. Nicole you sick piece of…
Jazlene plays Sudoku peaceably.
Simin tries not to be corrupted.
Te rest of us laugh our asses off.
Jit Wu bitches about how Ashlynna loved yaoi after he showed it to her for shocks.
Claire looks vindicated and shows us a link.
Jit Wu is disgusted by the father-son pairing.
Tseren is a retard.
Claire moves in for the kill
*OMGWTFBBQ happens*
DH and Tseren are probably traumatized.
Jit is trying not to tear from laughing.
Galen hops in beat boxing.
You know the feeling when someone wearing red starts blowing a trumpet right in the middle of a funeral?

Like a Boss

2011-09-20T06:28:00.000-07:00

Da first thing that happened today:
(OK not really but it was so awesome we’ll just skip ahead to that for the moment)
Mr. Loo: OK hey guys I think we’vebeen going too fast so today I’m canceling Math lesson O BTW please take the notes Mr. Cheong wants ur to take KTHXBAI
WOOT
OK back to less interesting stuff. Such as the speeches of who will be leading the bridge between the Students and the One Up Their…nevermind.
Anyway. I bet they set the order such that we could observe the interesting zig-zag formation. The OBVIOUS zig-zag.
Followed by Galen holding a pigeon at crotch level (which the year ones found funny for some reason. I can’t figure out why a bird would cause so much furore) , and Justin pretty much cementing his position as the middle finger guy, they weren’t all as great as I thought. I mean, Galen could have avoided needing an emergency space-filler.
Galen: *momentous pause*
Me: *N1 smartass forgot ur lines right* starts clapping loudly with a coupla others.
Yea. Boring stuff, right?
DH: The master should have said, Disciple, stop smoking of the weed. You holding the very important thing. BUT I BET YOU IT ALIVE! If you can prove me it DEAD you good!
Yep.
Justin…WHY THE MIDDLE FINGER BLARFURGNARGH
Ok. Math. Wait…
I always liked Bio. And I like Franken Fran.
Um…fruit fly + fruit fly= HEAD?!
Now put it in a human context…
And then imagine octuplets… (actually How in the world would those be OCTUPLETS)
TADA.
Dr. Low: Hey…Don’t be gross!
(Shit my bio assignments ARGH)
Random side note: Cyrus’ fists are ball-seekers
Jit: I was just walking by, then you stretched and HIT MY BALLS HTH is that an accident?
Galen: Yea man I knew it you…
Yep. I’m starting to not remember Chemistry. Except it was good not to have Chemistry test on that day.
Perhaps it’s good that way. And then some.
GG Chinese test pwned so bad. Our highest is probably other classes’ average.
The AAP was actually good. Just that our class a bit overloaded. 2 times the number of students in a normal class.
AND I LOVE DA JUDGES.
SLAP THEM WITH A FISH (like a boss)

Fireflies

2011-09-19T06:57:00.001-07:00

Somewhere along the blogging of Thursday I kind of gave up.
Add that to the fact that I will never admit that Friday is a song of any kind, just like a couple of other billion people in the world. Not that it is, and not that this is relevant, but I’m just saying, after Jeremias has got into an annoying propensity to type lyrics in my calculator.
Physics practical. Bah.
Magnet. OMFWTFBBQ HTH do you pull this shit apart.
Jacking DH’s retort stands.
DH: WTF?
In an aside that I recalled randomly…
Mr. Loo: There was this brilliant student who came in in Year 3. Ten his classmates told him that…WTH means water hose. And WTF meant waterfall. Soon enough he realized something was wrong, because his friends weren’t exactly using them in the context that they were “meant” to be.
And on the topic of making friends…
Me: Jit. Go (do something)
DH: You know, I’ve been wondering for a long time…how did you and Jit become friends.
(that actually made me think for all of two seconds. Then I ignored it because my job today was really not to do too much bullshitting. I had a partner for that)
Galen: I’ve…always wanted to ask that too…
Jit: Same class lah, duh~ like how you and Teck Chye became friends right
DH: Oh, and how you (galen) and YY became friends right…
Galen: Wait…we ARE friends?
*is shocked by the revelation*
*remembers him trying to rape J. Lau*
*maybe not*
Jit: OK time to look for ppl with results the same as ours and copy answers.
See. So efficient.
Stupid clock overtime make me miss 04’s presentations.
Then again, when the questioning was about 10-15 min long without me around there wasn’t probably the need for all the hurry.
Ian: …Roommate, troll, boyfriend…ALSO TROLL
Meh SORRWEE. It wasn’t my fault Ms. Bay extended upon my ONE question.
Anyway. 30 minutes late for Math as a result. Jeremias was disappointed that I actually turned up at last.
Jeremias: OK Math GCT let me copy KTHX
Yup. Very disappointed.
Later…
Jeremias: ARGH HOW TO DO
Mr. Loo: It is a joy to see you work, Jeremias. It makes me feel so much better about myself.
I bet it does.
Jeremias: Hey Shreyas can lend me Yao Rui’s assignment?
Shreyas: How can I trust you with 1, 2,3 Assignments, when you can’t even handle ONE?
We have a term for when you borrow someone else’s assignment, and it turns up not handed up half a month later.
Shreyas: You’d better NOT Jeremias it, DUDE
Heehee. Once a Jeremias, always a…lot of people.
English Presentation…was good. Except the part where I forgot to ask all my questions dammit.
Joshua: Eh if can “kill” Jeremias…big catch man!
Nah. Indian too boss.
Shreyas: Hey! Sleepy head back there?
Shreyas: You! Yes, you the one who is hurriedly typing on your laptop. Could you close that? Thanks.
Badass dude. But, I just couldn’t let that slide without one-upping it, could I.
Chen Ge (i.e. the one who was owned by Shreyas)’s group member *looks at slide. For a VERY long time*
Me: So…are we supposed to wait for you, or do we read the slides ourselves?
For the Evulz.
And then, missing slide. Oh the horror.
Apparently the Journalism Club has planned a camp. And they are going to have to chase Mr. Chin for it. Hmm.

Hummingbird Heartbeat

2011-09-16T06:57:00.000-07:00

Rushing the never-ending pile of work.
Isn’t fun, goddammit.
And for the first time I’m actually doing work for what I never had to do work for. At least, ever since…
But nevermind.
Some people liked the subtlety in my speech. Now I just have to remember enough of it to deliver the punch lines successfully. :D
But at least we all made full use of the time to prepare a speech draft properly.
Didn’t we.
I mean, even Jit completed his…proposal. In writing most readable. (V)
If we could have another debate. Thinking about it wasn’t comfortable, but…yea, fun while it lasted.
There could be less of the mudslinging involved, probably. But there’s the fun, see? (hear?)
Or maybe I’m just not cultured enough. Not like polar bears trapped in safety nets. (Come think of it, that’s something I’d like to see)
Raphael would make a good Communist Principal. :D
In the end we were late for ACE. Um. Yea.
Where Mr. Loo…admired my speech.
And discussed his hardworking-ness, among other things…
Mr. Loo: Just because I’m not seen working…doesn’t mean I’m not working!
Later…
Mr. Loo: Oh! It’s one—time to go “work”
And guess who I saw at the bus stop just a couple of minutes later?

Thks Fr Th Mmrs

2011-09-13T06:33:00.000-07:00

Parade Commander forgetting that Singaporean Citizens took the Pledge. WTH
Mentoring with tarts :D.
A happy man I am.
Ji-hyun: DH PAY ME $2!
DH: OKOK! *slaps her hand* My hi-5 is worth $10, so now you owe me $8! GImme change! *slaps again* $18 now!
Ji-hyun: *throws mini-tantrum* gimme the money!
DH: OKOK, go out of the class for a while *takes his wallet and hides the money* YOU CAN COME IN NOW
Ji-hyun: So where’s my two dollars?
DH: Oh, I’m sorry! I ain’t got no money! I’m broke!
Ji-hyun: NO you must have hidden it in a pocket or something…
DH: Serious! *Pulls out side pockets* Nothing in there!
And then, instead of pushing for the money she…conveniently forgets about everything. Conveniently for DH.
Somehow DH got high marks for the nearly-month late practical. Granted it was entirely the fault of a certain continent, but still…
Mr. Soh: And now…we’ll use DH and Ansel, my favourite examples…if you were 0.1% different, you’d be just like DH!
One leaves with the impression of whether to consider this a disaster or not.
Bah Shutupid assignment. With shtupid graphs and stupid squirrels.
And why was the white allele selected against?
*the below is not meant to be racists in any way*
Hunters became color-blind. And shot only white squirrels.
A…racist virus developed. Against WHITE squirrels
A…Lincoln squirrel appeared, swore to free the grey squirrels and then…
*the above is not meant to be racist in any way*
Glad we got that straight. Other than the completely useless dominant allele present in 40%.
Simin on Seme-Uke Quiz: It’s just another quiz.
YAY THERE IS actually sound. And yes she is beautiful.
Debate preparations are fun.
Galen: What YOU Have to do, Shreyas, is after they’ve sold the product for a hundre bucks, you have to convince them they owe you money.
From one scammer to another…
How the Israelites won:
Jew 1: Hey, it’s the Syrian Air Force!
Jew 2: Oh…hmm those planes look familiar…
Jew 1: Of course. Remember that deal last week?
Jew 2: Oh, right. Hey, you remembered to replace those parts, right?
Jew 1: Nope. (Beat) I removed them.
Randomly shouting in a Chinese accent is amusing to some. Done right.
Peng Seng’s face when watching ~~HyunA’s Bubble Pop~~ DH’s serious business proposal=priceless
Mr. Loo: HEY EVERYONE QUIET ME AND SHREYAS ARE DISCUSSING BUSINESS HERE
Class: LMAO
Mr. Loo: Hey Peng Seng you look stressed. Are you very stressed?
Class: No man he just had stress reliever
Wish Mr. Loo good luck in the Korean hair salon? :D

Burning in the Skies

2011-09-13T06:32:00.000-07:00

Just the first day back.
Somehow after two weeks of holiday, it feels so right to be back at school. I suggest we break our holidays into two weeks each over the year. Just enough time for me not the get tired of either life.
*and just enough time for our teachers to decide that it’s the perfect time for us to finish up dozens of project so…maybe not, huh*
Yep. Quite right too.
According to Mr. Loo we’re a little slow. Oh dear.
And I managed to hand up a severely rushed Math Journal :D. Hopes I don’t fail utterly or something. :P After all, selling your soul for a pineapple tart is all well and all, but still…
Shit TWO Bio mindmaps for TWO topics. I’m going to throw myself off proverbial cliffs anytime soon.
*On slide*
Complete Dominance (Yep maybe this sounds just the littlest bit wrong): Pea Plants
Incomplete Dominance: Red Flower, Pink Flower, White Flower
Co-dominance: Dual-colored Flower, Large-assed horse, spotted cow
Cyrus: So…Flower+Cow=Horse? :D
Us and our antagonistic blood.
Dr. Low: When Simin who is Blood Type B donates blood to Galen who is Blood Type A, he will produce antibodies that ATTACK THEBLOOD ANDDESTROYS IT.
Galen: YEA HARR
Ok Yea aggressive Future SC President too. Probably god sign.
Lethal Genes: If the homozygous genotype of the lethal gene is expressed the cat spontaneously aborts.
Galen: …POOF
OMG Huntington’s disease so evulz.
Huntington’s disease: HEHEH I’ll wait till he has children and then BOOMSHACKALAKA
At least Tay Sach’s has te good will to kill of these undesirables.
*hang on…*
OK YES maybe good doesn’t connect with KILL THEM ALL OFF AT 4 BWAHAHAHAH but it’s…all for da greater good? :D
Spontaneousity: What happens when a teacher dismisses an orderly class
Chinese.
And it goes on and on and on and on…
Till people are made to take the seme uke quiz as forced by Claire.
OK. Maybe just a very intimidated, philandering DH.
And the…ROMANTIC JIT? :O
Who knew photo-taking with a couple of other hundred people would be so tiring.
*wait…*

Alligator Sky

2011-08-26T07:06:00.001-07:00

Why am I posting on…Wednesday, of all things.
Oh well.
Actually no.
Since I have conveniently missed an entire week of posting because of various pursuits I guess I will just have to sit at the desk and twiddle my thumbs until a random thought comes to me.
Or at least have someone or something to distract me. I have quite a few things to be distracted by.
*distracted*
And then Daryl took away snacks, a couple of drink packets, and then forgot his own laptop charger. (V)
I seem to remember the time where the 987 Muttons were talking about random people waving at them. Who knew Daryl and friends were the ones doing the…knocking on the glass
Headlines as thought up by Raffles Institution:
FOREST FIRES CAUSE: FLEEING DEER, FLEEING LIONS FLEEING TRICERATOPS AND…FLEEING NYAN CATS…with a little Nyan cat thumbnail in the corner
ALIENWARE LAPTOP USED AS SECRET UFO SIGNALING DEVICE
LOST 50-CENT COIN FOUND.
Which brings us to…
Trainer: Although the Chihuahua is cute, I hope that any country’s publication would not have Man Bites Chihuahua as a Front Page Headline. It’d probably mean there is no better news to report upon.
Why would a man pick up a Chihuahua to bite it in the FIRST place?
Oh, the nerve of me.
Shall not say more.
Victoria: Quickly think up of a random word!
Me: Sex
Victoria: OK, maybe a word which will not have parents and teenagers writing in with complaints…
Me: No, teenagers will plead for more.
Yes I am sorry for my random suggestive suggestions.
And no, not that.
Oh, and about the part where a particular English teacher’s words carry more weight than others…
Jonathan: Put American midnight snack over that collection of fries and various fast food! Then put a person’s normal meal from other parts of the world over the healthy diet!
Berverly: Why are you so anti-american?
Jonathan: Because Americans are so fun to troll!
I reserve comment. OK. Maybe just the one American.
Caption for Chinese New Year article: FEEL THE WRATH OF MY PUSSY WILLOW
Me: Did you know that they are outside dancing to—*beat*that is so wrong on so many counts
Daryl and Jonathan:…Exactly!
I don’t exactly remember myself being so hyperactive in my lower years. Then again, one doesn’t expect anything less from those who can be obsessed with the complementary colors of a pie chart for the better part of half an hour. And one who laughs at generally everything, while the other thinks ShiNEE should be made an official color. Or something.
Jonathan:…So Mr. Chin left. To buy a waterproof camera!
Me: He probably saw breakfast. And decided against the wisdom of staying.
I left others to judge upon what constitutes wisdom.
Berverly: So did you get the same briefing last year?
Me: Probably not. Then again, I was probably not listening.
All praise me.
Cyrus: What if I wear camouflage print?
Me: WHERE IS HE WHERE IS HE “I’M HERE STUPID PEOPLE” THE TREES TALKED!
Kuo Xuan: THE BUSHES MOVED :O
Me: CHOP THEM DOWN QUICK
Safety in the camp must be…adhered to at all cost.
Brendan: *making an announcement about the Student Lounge opening on an extra day*…OH THE HORROR
Yes we all stand in shock and…face-palming-at-over-used-once-crowning-moment-of-retarded
Cyrus: OMFG WHATIS WRONG WITH THE SCHOOL SO COLD ALREADY STILL TURN ON AIR-CON*sees washed-out-Tiong*HAHAHHAH
Ah…Poor Galen. :P
*his problem. XD*
Today I went to school on a day I was actually supposed to have taken the day off. Not that it would matter ultimately, as the only lesson were Physics, Math and teacher-less English.

Never Come Back

2011-08-17T07:20:00.001-07:00

…And it was this big.
(Yea, I promised but that’ doesn’t mean I can’t hint to it. I mean, we went to so much trouble trying to see it.)
Ms. Koo: DH, you are baring your midriff…and it is making me high…
OMGZZZ COME ON.
Shyt I has to do commercial based on…fifteen techniques? :O
Advert shows: Hot girl with broken down car. Two guys come along in an SUV.
DH: DAYUMMMM
Guys just drive by.
“I’ve never ever seen a Toyota break down.”
“Hot girl” strips off mask to reveal some angry guy.
DH: OH GOD BLEAURGH
And then…
THAT fat girl in a bikini with her pet dog. And the message of the print ad was: Choose pets; they don’t choose?
(I’m sorry, but isn’t there some screwed up implication about the possible relationships on has with your pets when the girl is in a BIKINI, no less?)
DH: ARRGH CHANGE THE SLIDE DAMMIT
Music. Oh. Right.
I like Dr. Wong’s red shirt XD
Dr. Wong: You’re so huge and you can’t even produce half the sound that Simin makes?
I think we can put him together with the practicing kids they might teach. Would make them feel better about themselves.
How come there were more 402 students than 403 students for ACE?
And why were we doing anything about interviews when the next interviews are probably a couple of years away.
(When everyone knows you just have to walk in like a boss)
Mr. Loo: The emphasis on interviews is all about the impression you make in the first twenty seconds. The way you walk in, shake the hand, how you dress…but everyone knows interviews are all about luck lah, sometimes I come out thinking shit I screwed it up, then—got through.
DH: How…Mr. Li made the interview ah?
Mr. Loo: Cos…first 20 seconds haven’t started speaking yet.
Class: LMAO
Jon Koo: So what’s your pornt?
Galen: Isn’t that really screwed, cos if you walk in with a suit, tie and everything, then you open your mouth and…
Me: Start speaking like this (in fake baby-high voice of a certain person two years older than us. Oh, and that douchebag hairstyle)
Heehee
Mr. Loo: Eh I where got insult you? I only say people who play music are either gay or good-looking. Pick one.
Jeremias: Unfair lah Mr. Loo dunnid to pick. He’s both.
Touche.
Lim Jeck doesn’t shower for…a week. Man…
Mr. Loo: Keat Mun will like try and say something. After I tell him to repeat himself 5 times he just ignores me. And then suddenly come up to hijack my laptop while I just…look skywards.
Someone: Never stop him meh?
Mr. Loo: How to stop huh?

Lighters

2011-08-17T05:31:00.001-07:00

TO be taken note of for assemblies not in the hall: It is always amusing to watch the flag raiser opposite Simin. At super slow speeds, and managing to get the flag tied up at the top, I can say that she nearly outdid DH and the epic leg-shaker.
Now let’s not insult the two SJAB people. You can’t go any better from raising an upside down flag.
Ms. Fong: 402 and 403 will proceed back to your classes, where your mentor will continue doing the one-to-one session.
Hmm. I wonder what 403’s mentor does in the mentoring sessions.
(Hey he actually came. Must be a first. :O)
EARLY BIOLOGY LESSON WOOTZ
It seems to be getting really mathematical, though.
Mr. Soh: As they say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” But three weeks is a bit too long, and I can see that many of you are trying not to be sad at not seeing me for three weeks. I’m trying to hold back tears too. *rubs eyes*
TROLLOLOLOL
19-92. Shoot moon four times in two games. With people. :D
Will stop being too pro at Risk. Or at least play with no alliances next time.
How fast can one do a Chinese poster?
Or discuss randomly unrelated historical Chinese stuff with the Chinese teacher?
Some questions ought not be answered.
Oh, right. Like questions in Pei-pei-vui.
10 SUGAR PACKETS IN A SINGLE LATTE OH YEA ~IS HIGH~
DH: I wish we could just…bring this machine which we know best back to the lab.
We’d never spend a minute asleep.
Which might not always be the best case in IRP, considering we spend our time making fun of people who happen to be not around anymore and getting freaked out by me.
DH will never want to hear another story from me again. I think.

The Story Of Us

2011-08-16T05:46:00.000-07:00

Sometimes living so close to school rocks hard. ~YEA~
Our class probably just keeps breaking new ground. The other Friday we made Mr. Loo drift to the here fore unknown zone of taking the math lesson to its full course.
(and the other-other Friday we made him drift to somewhere near anger. Hurm)
And then we’re…back to the average business. Like, three examples in one lesson which leads to the lesson ending 45 minutes early. Hurm.
Somewhere in the interestingly extended break Jit was attempting to study for biology for the first time since he heard of the quiz.
Me: Didn’t you say you were going to study last night?
Jit: *looks at me*
Me: Oh…right.
You pretty much know what to expect from him in that domain.
On the other hand, discussing the ridiculous results of our year is pretty…fun, to say the least.
Jit: How much you got for PSLE Lim Jeck?
LJ:…263?
Jit: Shit I only got 260 eurgh time to poke you!
Me: DH got, like 272 man!
LJ: Argh! No! *goes to poke him*
DH: Yu Han got…282 man!
LJ: WTH
Me: not too much man, only 19 marks more than you
LJ: DOOD
Jit: Whaddya expect from a guy who LOST TO KENDRICK
Joshua Chew: LOL in the future Lim Jeck will put IMO 2nd place, SMO 1st place, but Kendrick will just put BEAT LIM JECK BEFORE
Why Simin came to NUS High:
Simin: Cos…school is nearer!
Chew: No man, you came to DSA camp and saw Gabriel—OH! THAT Guy!
Wowee.
Air-conditioning at long last.
I was stewing in the weather.
And then during the screwed up quiz only TWO AIR-CONDITIONERS WERE ON. GOOD LORD
Maybe I should move in with Jit. I wonder how a polar bear’s natural environment feels like. Hmm.
So today we were doing stem cells. Them being important isn’t too important actually, unless you count the fact that most stem cells are drawn in a cartoonish manner, and have a permanently raised-eyebrow expression that seems to suggest it’s a stuck-up little prick that can do anything.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I wonder if you can get severe irradiation from a laser pointer.
In that case I’m glad I’m not the one being pointed at.
Embryonic stem cells are obtained from…well, duh, embryos. Which are…
Dr. Low: YOUNG AND INNOCENT! *swings arms back and forth*
One might pause to think about whether stem cells can be implanted straight to the skin. Then maybe one day you can find little hands growing out of your arms :D
That’s definitely just me.
Surprisingly the relief Chinese teacher goes slower than WJ. Then again, Chinese teachers never cease to amaze me.
I can’t recall much of chemistry. Maybe it has something to do with the twenty people to the left of me during the lesson. One is understandably a little squashed under those circumstances.
It’s funny how after you survive “Guts”, retelling the story to other people again and again is especially amusing. If only I could remember all the descriptives.
But I suppose it could only be called and appetizer, especially then Claire and Cyrus were getting ready to read 120 Days of Sodom later on.
Nicholas Ho’s performance was, well, pure technical brilliance. Perhaps he was pissed off that the piano was too narrow for him to display more skill.
(But, couldn’t you just play the piece at the speed they were meant to be?)
Watching him play the violin was amusing, though. *smiles*
Hearing his encore pieces, especially the single-hand effort, was amazing. XD

Who Says

2011-08-12T07:37:00.001-07:00

Life, the high school and everything.
The life of a high school student. Ah well.
I still can’t help putting my hands in the air and…OK yea I’ve mentioned it like twice or thrice already. In a week of two days. :D EXTENDED HOLIDAY YEA BABY.
Add that joy to the confirmation letter Mr. Loo gave us.
DH *waits for Claire to walk past* *talks about how Claire could scratch him up*
*Claire turns around*
Me and Jit: LMAO
DH: *OH SH*T*
I wonder why he never comes to morning mentoring sessions. Ah well. I’m not complaining.
Next week is, though, more or less going to kill us. Through Bio Monday Chem Thursday Physics Thursday…Oh yea. Math. Friday. And maybe PPV on Tuesday for a select few noobs. Select few meaning the other three-quarters of my class. :P
Physics 2-hour lesson.
DH: AH WHY 2 HOURS
Ms. Li: I also cannot stand shouting at you FOR 2 HOURS!
One now remembers the preparation for Ms. Li’s entrance by Galen. i.e. playing of the Chinese National Anthem, in many different musical instruments, on the electronic piano.
Ms. Li: Why you keep on playing my country’s national anthem?!
*Last Monday. Yea it’s long ago I know*
Shreyas: DH WHYYOU SPRAY ME WITHETHANOL?
The benefits of eth—cleansing.
OK never mind. Seriously.
Yea. OK where was I. Physics?
Ms. Li: And fleming’s Left Hand Law is like this…NO NOTLIKE THAT JIT
Jit: Wut?
Here I leave the viewers and the informed to imagine the orientation of his thumb, middle and index finger.
Not counting the various much more creative ways we named the different fingers using the labels F, M and C. Hmm.
Math and Mr. Loo’s new girl which YJ and friends were trying to identify.
Joining Jit in the silent “mugger” chant.
And the REALLY CUTE LULLABY. :P
Watching Shreyas kill cows.
Hearing Mr. Loo challenge Jeremias to a smackdown at four for just being TOO retarded (as usual)
Jeremias: I bring JOHN HUANG
Mr. Loo: I bring Keat Mun!
Jeremias: GG he’ll just ignore me man
Mr. Loo: I put a burger on you!
Jeremias: I eat so fast he can’t even smell it!
Mr. Loo: Then I SPREAD PEANUTBUTTER ON YOU (GG that sounds kinda sick)
Jeremias: It’s OK I HUGYOU
For the lulz.
Galen reading Cyrus’s speech is fun.
Cyrus: Yea I know it’s boring. But my specialty is in innuendos!
Galen: WTH kind of a specialty is that?!
DH: That’s fine! I can help you add it in your speech…BIG PENISES. I REPEAT, BIG PENISES
*Claire attacks*
Galen: OK let’s incorporate some innuendos for Cyrus’ benefit…he makes it short and sweet (or something to that extent)…
GG there’s an English essay test?
AND IT’S GRADED?
And it happens to have exactly the same boring questions?
Claire: Ms. Koo, The questions are boring.
Someone: Now then you say
Claire: Just thought you needed reminding…
Ms. Koo: OK the next time we English teachers think up questions for essays we’ll invite Claire to share her suggestions, OK?
Claire: Hmm…Bad idea…
Jeremias: Ya lor the ideas that she give a lot of people cannot do le
Jit: Jeremias a lot of people…
XP
Or when you have the teacher with cradle-snatching tendencies?
Ms. Koo (to Jit): Everyday I look at you, cos you’re in the front, you look cuter and cuter!
Everyone in general: :O
Ms. Koo: Didn’t I say? I’m a cradle snatcher!
Me: This kind of cradle also want to snatch…
DH: Claire could you stand somewhere where I can see you? It’s so uncomfortable with you standing behind my back while…I’m…writing…
(Yesterday)
(Ms. Wong: I know WHO to put behind DH! Claire!
DH: AHHH NOOOO
Jit: Kiss goodbye to your neck :P)
Through a thorough observation…
DH: Eh Yu Han can help me take over to listen to her?
Me: :O DOOD *sees Galen counting* Hey Galen what are you counting?
Galen: Number of “and then”s
Shi Ni:AND THEN…AHAHAHAHAHAHA *starts pinching and beating DH*
Abusive retards…belong with abusive retards.
DH: Cyrus you know Shi Ni talks like this and…and then AHAHAHAHAHA *pinches her*
Shi Ni: AHHH *ultrasonic scream*
Cyrus and me: Ow…
Reading into the lines of Jonathan’s possible interview with Dr. Hang for winning a nondescript award with a couple of other hundred of nondescript people is fun.

Love You Like a Love Song

2011-08-11T07:06:00.000-07:00

National Day was…good? At least all the fainting was confined to one cobbled-together-at-the-last-moment house. :P
I mean, anything would have been better than the walking contingent XD
OK, jokes about the 43rd contingent of Domestic Helpers aside…
(Ji Hyun: AH MY GLASSES MY GLASSES *freaks out*)
Oh, yea. That too. How do your glasses drop from your face while marching off anyway?
Still. It felt so much like a Monday this morning. Bah.
*over National Day*
Shi Ni: I can entertain you at my house or you can continue gaying at Galen’s house
*MANHOOD UNDER THREAT IN FLASHING CAPITALS OVER DH’S HEAD*
Me: So…which option did you choose?
DH: SECOND ONE! A…Ha…
Flag-raising.
Leetle Boy raising National Flag: *jerkjerkjerkjerk* to random point above middle of flagpole *starts shaking in the knees while National Song proceeds* oh crap it’s gonna finish? *jerkjerkjerk*
If he doesn’t have a heart attack soon, I probably will.
Chinese=Mass copying in effect. Well, what did WJ expect us to do when he hasn’t even started TEACHING the topic in question?
Health checksome slacking???-->Profit
DH’s Basketball training plan:
1. Do a simple dribble. Back and forth, back and forth…
2. Now go low on the ground and keep the ball as low as freaking possible with your hands in front of your body, behind your back, for as long as possible…
Galen: Dood that’s like after I teach you to balance the ball on your bat in table tennis…then YOU DO THE SMASH HIYAHHH!
GG all our plants rotting. ANDJIT LOST ANOTHER RULER OF MINE GNARRRAWR
Jit: DH must have took it
Me: He doesn’t even measure our rotted plants!
Jit: Oh then must be NAT! OR SHREYAS
Me: WTF?!
Jit: Noobs quick return Yu Han’s ruler.
OK, I understand I had FIVE at first, but somehow my army’s been whittled down to ONE. WTH.
Physics MagnetismIn-class assignment next weekTEST nextnext week We die really soon.
Then again, a week of holidays at the end of August SOUNDS GREAT OH YEA XD
Ms. Wong: Claire, Rapahel, Yao Rui, Joshua and Cyrus, please go and change…
Then
Ms. Wong: Claire! First back. OK now who do you bet will be last.
Probably the one who takes twice the time to shower as a girl.
DUNDUNDUNDUN.
Yep.
One wonders whether he’s so stoned he can’t even change straight.

Love Love

2011-08-05T11:45:00.000-07:00

Five-day weekend next week WOOT
~I don’t want this weekend to end~ *Take MC on Thursday and Friday=nine day hol GGGG :D
OK. Yea. Safety Training test sometime in the future. Who cares, obviously.
SHIT Ms. Li came. If she hadn’t we’d have two hour break + Math/break + English + CCA =WIN FOR FRIDAY WOOT.
She came.
Ms. Li: I am going to complete this entire set of notes by today!
Dunno who: Are you nuts?
As it turned out, she didn’t. One wonders why.
Ms. Li: Because the test has to be done after the assignment which can be done only after I finish teaching you, and if I don’t finish by today the test will have to be pushed to the last week of Term 3, which is virtually nothing with sports day, teacher’s day celebration, teacher’s day…
Galen: And Presidential Election Holiday.
WOOT August Holiday+++
We actually achieved a whole new record of having a whole two hours of proper math. In between Nicole sleeping across two tables (Mr. Loo: Can you get up and…sleep elsewhere?) with Jit trying to poke her (Mr. Loo: Jit, stop flirting), Jit mocking SImin for being a noob for not being able to work under the pressure of two people staring over her (Mr. Loo: With such a test working environment, I think exam will be no kick already) , a break (Mr. Loo: OK take 30s break while I sniff my ass-water), Jeremias doing very inappropriate actions (Mr. Loo: It’s…OK. Just the usual greeting from my frenemy) , Nicole massacring Raphael armed with a pen/pencil (Mr. Loo: Eh Raphael, get up, stop disgracing the Loo family), me trying to fly with a dead penguin XD…yea. GREAT SUCCESS.
Mr. Loo: Jeremias what you doing?
Jeremias: Doing what I do best like you told me!
Mr. Loo: What? SMS-ing hot girlfriend ah?
Me: He got girl to SMS?
Mr. Loo: Eh you don’t laugh ok, later he got a hot girlfriend—
Jeremias: Like Mr. LOO
Mr. Loo: :O
Me: ROFLMAO
Mr. Loo: I was just going to say you could have a hot girlfriend and then you give me this kind of…aiyah…
Me: LMAO self-own noob
English. Air-conditioned Seminar Room. ~YAY~
*when preparing freely for a speech*
Ms. Koo: DH! Turn off!
DH: You can’t turn me off, man, when I open my mouth you just gotta listen to what I have to say…
GG Galen’s speech so epic. With all its square moons, unicorns and baby-faced sun-ness. :D
GG Shreyas so pro.
Shreyas: And therefore, we MUST eliminate the INDIAN RACE! That doesn’t mean you have to eliminate me, Singaporean Indians are still OK, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to die.
Tseren: Like, what have you seen on stomp?
DH: Oh, like the guy being hit in the balls with the high heel shoes. He think he balls of steel, just stay there and take it, just say ow so pain. If I were him I guard my balls and run away…
YJ: *Can’t stop laughing*
LOL
Simin:…or a person beaten up in a lousy ambulance
:O
SO…Gavel Club can’t run without its oft-missing President? Yer wot.
I CAN SAY JOURNALISM IS DOING JUST FINE. AHA.
I still think the SAF will be providing contrast. Especially as Faraday’s bringing up the rear.
Galen: *while eating crappy vegetarian food* It’s 620 ah, don’t be late.
Me: *thinks* you the one who’s busy eating.
And Happy Birthday Shi Ni with your >$10.00 pig and not-so-mini-me. :P
Shi Ni: I can give it to you, DH! Hang it on your wall!
DH: Oh god no, later I wake up get heart attack instantly BLAM

What I've Done

2011-08-04T07:32:00.000-07:00

Walalalalalala.
Matrix rip-offs that make for idiot-friendly playing and thus waste lots of my time *grumblegrumblegrumble*
So, we were discussing how the speech in uber-cheem Chinese wordage was most probably not made by Dr. Hang. Well, obviously. In following with the complete originality of our Asian power brokers. Unlike, of course the West when the media zooms iin to identify cheating on a speech by Sarah Palin, specifically to make her look stupid.
Then again, it may not have been so much as specific. Just one of the thirty-two hundred reasons why it is most likely not a good idea to have a woman that can see Russia from her house as your leader.
Back to the topic at hand today: speeches.
WJ: The reason I am teaching you is that although it is commonly known that you have to choice to not pick speeches in the major examinations, the SEAB may just sneakily put two speech questions just for the kick of it. Then those students taught by teachers who specifically just teach official letters would fail.
Jit: Hmm that after that year, if you say your O Level grade for HMT is above B3, can immediately tell you are lying, Getting a 0 for 10% of the paper can do that.
WJ: Of course, the moment that happens the teachers will be drilling speeches all day long…
Aha…
Aikido. Soft-style. With a final fight sequence oddly resembling gang fights in all movies where you absolutely don’t have to worry about the threatening 20 people because they’ll come at you one at a time. *imparts television wisdom*
What is wrong with people today. A group promoting paedophilia, and a man arrested for stealing…$2
NO PHYSICS :D=Ambulances in the house. Human ambulances. XD
Galen: I think I can trust DH with doing the graph
Jit: You sure you can trust him with ANYTHING?
DH: Duh I can do that
*some time later*
Galen: HOW IN THE WORLD IS THAT A BEST FIT LINE
Me: More like a worst fit line hurm
Jit: Told you he couldn’t be relied on. XD

Take a Ride With Me

2011-08-04T06:53:00.000-07:00

Half-exciting day.
Maybe more exciting if Dr. Wong had approved my leaving early. But oh well.
English :D. Speech proposal :D.
Ms. Koo: If the government would give 500K for a child, I’d have babies in no time!
I’d do whatever too if the government was willing to spend that much on increasing the population through birth rates. Unfortunately they realized that importing people was much cheaper.
*Justin Bieber was allowed to drive? Seriously?*
Galen: Eh I can’t read the comments WTH does this say?
Dr. Wong: Don’t look at me I can’t read my own handwriting either.
GG. Over the rainbow with multicolored Boomwhackers. One has to appreciate the irony.
So much handouts T.T two files probably won’t be enough.
Lesson planning. Hurm. For a 30 minutes lesson. GG. For students in Year Two. HOLY…
DH almost failed except for the fact that…hmm…
From a really failure of a game we learnt the most suitable plan for Singapore. In other words, if Jit Wu was Prime Minister…
Plan for Singapore
OK. We got 5 trillion in the reserves. The first thing we need to know is that public is NOT a word in our dictionary. All you need is a HUGE CASINO that covers the ENTIRE CITY. One trillion for that!
Next, I’m privatizing everything. THOSE WHO CAN’T AFFORD IT CAN GO LIVE IN THE SLUMS! One more trillion for that
WHO NEEDS WATER. We’re, like, SURROUNDED by it, man!
WHO CARES ABOUT SANITATION. GO take your dump IN THE SEA!
Oh, right, my city isn’t defended well enough. No kick, we’ll construct a mega-large air base with planes a tenth the size of our country!
OK, we have absolutely no industries and I have no idea how we’re still generating money to keep this up but NEVERMIND THAT. While we’re at it I think we should help our younger generation with a space age school. :D
I think our tourists need a nicer place to stay. CRYSTAL PALACES, Coming right up!
The way this goes, there might be people approaching him for official city running advice. GG.

Iridescence

2011-08-03T06:15:00.000-07:00

SUUUUGAAAARRRR RUSH
*will elaborate later*
“The Student Council Supporter’s Committee would like to make an announcement”
“There will be an LTA debate this—“
*Phone locks*
GG for the Lulz
During Mentoring/Break we discussed the uselessness of DH in…one of those departments in Council.
Galen: So what do you have?
DH: The flag, the cheer, the…
Galen: OK so what did you do? Printing?
DH: No man, Mrs. Chong will be helping us print…I did the design!
Me: So what does the flag look like?
DH: it’s just some simple thing with…our school logo…and some colour…
Me Jit and Galen: LMAO well thought out.
Biological bead sorting…that takes 2 hours. Stupid genetic drift bah.
I shouldn’t try what my body size was not built to do easily. Such as, balancing upon steel poles. Not that falling to death one day is a great idea and all, but parkour just isn’t amajor concern right now.
On the other hand, the ability to handle hot metal for extended periods of time…(yes I’m looking at you Tiong. Noob.)
(on a side note, imagine what Claire would do is she could take all that rope)
Yan Sheng has musical talent…to interrupt . :D
*to be sounded whenever Lim Jeck is near*
“*halo-ish glowing sound. Holy/Gregorian chant”
(V)
Productive Chinese. Wow. DH noob trying to diss my answers right.
Un-productive Math. Well, actually for me mainly. Safety concerns ensure I will not elaborate.
(I mean, since when was math productive…hurm?)
And…on to our most productive session at IMRE. Aha.
Given that we were not, this time at least, led astray by one particular woman. XD
But still.
Dr. Nikolai: And Daniel will be presenting what he has learnt to his school mates tomorrow, so I have let you be his…mock audience (you have no idea how ironic that word becomes later) and the best thing is…he agreed.
Daniel: *smiles uber-dorky smile*
DH: *pfft*
Daniel: *starts talking*
LMAO
DH couldn’t even string a full question. As I said, straight faces need the training.
DH: *to really tall Polish guy we’re working with* Have you studied for the test tomorrow?
Carl (I think): Of course *shakes his head*
Me: Is that supposed to mean…yes or no…
Carl (shakes head)
DH: OK Very good!
Carl: Ah, but I can test you. Which rule are we breaking now.
DH: *looks around* Professor not in lab! Wow heng I could get that correctly
Me: Along with lack of gloves, safety boots, goggles, lab coat…
DH: Dayumm how many demerit points is that…we’ll have to give a seminar!
Me: We’re not doing anything productive here man…should go and get a coffee or something…
DH: Good idea! The only machine I am most familiar with is…the coffee dispenser!
Carl: It’s free, you can get as much as you like…
DH: Eh than how we get back in?
Me: *sees unlatched door* oh…ok…
Carl: And that’s another rule broken…
*after going out and having Dr. Nikolai ignoring us completely while in deep discussion*
Tseren: CookiecookiecookieHAHA
DH: LOL cheapo GET SOME FOR ME
*in pantry*
Me: OK let’s see…5 packets should be good *adds sugar* *adds sugar* *adds more sugar*
DH: WTH man you’re gonna get diabetes. Later if you go for blood donation the nurses are going to wonder WTH there are sugar granules going up the tube.
*some time later*
DH: OK I’m not feeling too well. Maybe it’s too much creamer…
(And I haven’t even added our discussions of the US debt, how Germany is doing so well in a shitpit called Russia, how we gotta get the right out of Singapore ever enters a war *Singapore and Norway have always been very good friends* and…balding. Mmhmm.)
DH’s brother pick-up line no.37: If the girl’s correct, then I wanna be wrong, so I can be incorrect!
Me: What if the girl’s a blonde?
DH: She’d probably go ur?...Why’d you wanna be wrong?...Are you stupid?

Thriller

2011-08-01T08:05:00.001-07:00

The only worse thing than a Monday, is to have another Monday right after it.
By Raghav, I think. You can’t help but honour wise words.
In any case, I didn’t have to suffer the ignomity of a first Monday. Oh no. That was spent listening to one really awesome old dude deadpanning for over half a dozen hours :D
Mr. Ang: Because I whole day long using latex gloves, now my hand is…not so good quality already, girlfriend dun dare to hold.
Class: *sniggers*
Mr. Ang: Only my wife dare to touch.
It was a more or less good “Monday”. Now if only there wasn’t the matter of the test two days later…or the thousands of dollars at stake every step we take inside IMRE. Yea.
But still.
Math test first thing in the morning.
Me: *opens door to…darkness* *sees Jazlene sleeping across the chairs*
In relation to Jit and Peng Seng stretching their legs across chairs during and before the test.
As usual we fooled around a little. For example, on the issue of being definite or not when confirming the attendance for OBS. Hee.
(It was pretty darned easy to be honest. Oh gods)
*suddenly halfway*
meowmeowmeowmeowMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW
*Yao Rui’s brother’s class passes*
Jazlene: The effects of too much canteen food LOL
Rapahel: *Sluuurrrp*
Jazlene: *sluurrrppp!*
Nicole: *sluuurrrpppp!*
The intricacies of cacophony. In a test.
And then I saw the graded class task. GGGG. Fortunately for the benefits of asking for help. XD
Biology=2hr long practical.
Trying hard to get Galen to pair with me and ditch DH and Jit. XD
Why the Bio lab has only two fume hoods :O
Galen: :O DH WTH did you do to our leaf?!!! *looks horrified at a completely white leaf* You’re supposed to shake it enough NOTTILL ITDIES
DH: Hmm Oops :P
Dr. Low/Lab tech: Yea…it’s dead.
Galen: NUUUU
*sometime later*
Galen: Why you no tell me when you finish using CYRUS (I think it’s just one more excuse to touch him)
Me: Cos I KS :P
Ended up…25 minutes late for Chemistry GGGG
YJ: Can you go through again?
Ms. Wong: I, like, went through in 5 minutes just 5 minutes ago :O
YJ: Can you go through the buffer again?
Ms. Wong: …OK those with questions ask me after class
*did I miss anything? WTH is maximum buffering capacity?*
Chinese. No teacher. Or not
Mr. Chua: Do your Paya Lebar Methodist Girl’s school paper! *goes back to laptop*
The STARVING DH: *tries to sneak out of class*
Mr. Chua: *looks up*
DH: *shyt* *goes back*
*sometime later after the one playing HUNGER GAMES has succeeded in not dying of starvation*
DH: *eats…something*
Mr. Chua: If you want to eat, make sure you can share with the class!
DH: *pauses* OK Yao Rui pass down
LMAO
Hmm. So I ended up not doing work because one water-spraying crazed kid was…being mature next to me. Take my cap summore.
In assembly…
*girl with glittery costume appears*
Host (or something): what is that?
Mak: She is beautiful/hot/something to that extent
*wrong answer: it should be a Twilight vampire DUNDUNDUNDUN*
The Monkey just went on, and on, and on, and…HEY WASN’T THE STICK BLACK AT FIRST
*theme song for biggest villain starts*
LOL

I'm Into You

2011-07-31T07:22:00.000-07:00

There is usually hardly anything to talk about on Wednesday.
Yea, perhaps if there were more lessons on that day. But I’m not arguing. :D
Ms. Koo managed to beg Ms. Bay not to grade the formative essay :D. For the good of all of us. It helped that 404 didn’t take it seriously either. Thanks, 404 :D
But those were some screwed up questions they couldn’t really expect us to answer seriously. Right. Right?
(Maybe Mr. Chin was a bigger factor. I dunno XP)
I, em, don’t really get how my views somehow make sense and not be enough to constitute a full essay at the same time. But at the moment I’ll roll with makes sense. Fuzzier.
In music test I did worse than the one who excels at this kind of thing. D:
Best in 403 < Best in 406 by 10. GGGG. Guess who had Bonus +1.5 :O
~Ansel are you retarded? Why are you laughing to yourself?~
Reminds me so much of:
~Jit Wu? Do you have special needs?~
For the uninformed, he was slapping his…whatever. Yea. Will leave that you your imagination…or do you not want to.
They whirlwind-ish way that Dr. Wong is going through the notes, I think I’m better off reading them myself. Bah.
Assembly. To be done without next week cos of a childish NE quiz. :D
Don’t you love it when the presenter tells cold jokes to a completely unreceptive audience?
But there are always saving graces:
*Aristotle walks out of Auditorium*
Mr. Uy (yeah cool name rite XDDD): Do you ppl often just walk out of a talk like that?
GG ppl are mugging in preparation for Math test…early next morning. :O
One more blog post. I promise

Moves Like Jagger

2011-07-26T06:20:00.000-07:00

Bah.
James leaving tomorrow. Probably forever.
And I can’t send him off T.T
SORRY JAMES
AND GOODBYE FOR, LIKE, NOT EVER.
WILL WAIT FOR YOUR PLEAS ON MSN.
*and please don’t end up on the first floor at the bottom of a tall building. Or I will say noob James for the last time :O*
Yea. Emo stuff aside.
Today we had Koreans over. And for some very strange reason Dr. Hang chanced upon an email praising our students to the…whatever. Just praising our students. *wonders why*
Not that the achievements of our Singapore IMO team should be belittled. ALL HAIL THE LIM JECK.
Ah, the glory of gifting glass plates.
Biology=Math. Hurm.
Quadratic squares, formulas, and percentage calculations, among other things.
THE Lim Jeck: Hurm
And, for once, the crowning moment of funny:
Mr. Soh: DH has straight hair while Ansel has curly hair. So imagine if DH and Ansel got together and reproduced…
Class: :O How is that…
Mr. Soh: Imagine that DH is the female…
DH: WTF
Mr. Soh: Now since straight hair is dominant, assume both of them are homozygous so DH will be represented by, big asS and big S, while Ansel is represented by small s and small s. Then their offspring will be…
Me: Big S and small s. *smirks*
Mr. Soh: Yea. Asymmetrical.
O. M. G. XD
Surprisingly not much was achieved during the 2 hour break except killing cuties and shifting 3D graphs and telling Lim Jeck that 12<26/2 :O Oh the horror.
Yea maybe I should try O2 jam someday. If I could get used to a keyboard. X.X
Chinese…erm…discussion of words. Amazingly something was done. XD besides discussing what DH would feel like if Shi Ni did a Jazlene.
*who, as of latest today, has collected $13K. WTFFF*
*time to call her dude for a week. XD*
*it seemed to amuse WJ*
Because the naise Dr. was not in the lab, I was wondering about life-changing choices in days ahead.
So I got DH to open the back gate for me after managing to scam Shi Ni about some values and mostly watching interesting banter between DH and Shi Ni.
*abusive relationship. Tsktsk. Not that I help much*
DH: You need to slap her on the other side to balance things out
Me: Her face’s all red already I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway XD
So much angst in 408 :O
Concluding in a discussion about exactly how few people in our school are…normal.
*will be watching for the day Simin knives Jit for poking her every Math lesson. Heheh*
SHYT STOOPID I VANT MY PHY PRAC BACK
Random fact: The newly minted shaolin monk has nine dots…in a row on the top of her head. XD
NUU MY $18

Who's That Girl

2011-07-25T07:30:00.000-07:00

Hard school of thought does…nothing in the aspect of random memory. JUST CAN’T REMEMBER THURSDAY D:.
Bah. Mentoring. Also slipped out of my mind. Probably due to random-ness in assembly.
*in a section not intended to be insulting in anyway, let’s see what the Japanese students/principal could have been thinking during the assembly*
Wei Ren: And now the principals of the two schools will exchange tokens of appreciation
Japanese Vice-Principal: :O Wastu my timo give me such a stupidu cheaposkato glassu platu. I go back immediately smashu on the floor.
Dr. Hang: Remember not to come to school on Monday!
Japanese students: :O Whatu kindu fukotu upotu school isu thisu?
Dr. Hang: …Singapore has met with great success…NUS High School has played a significant role in helping Singapore rose up above the…blahblahblahblahblahdyblahblahblah.
I couldn’t think of more…obvious way to blow the trumpet in front of the third group of representatives in a week.
Physics. Hmm. With a laptop just free for use, anything can happen. Hmm.
Except that it happened to be a crappy laptop which couldn’t accept any hardware. Bah. I mean, even the mouse?! :O
Math=very naise. We actually did proper work.
*why the tone and looks of surprise?*
Mr. Loo: Eh Tseren if you on then I end the lesson now!
Tseren: :O D:
Us: Go ON DUDE
Mr. Loo: I make it sweeter…add five to yours?
Tseren: Er…you heard how many I can do for NAPFA?
Mr. Loo: *suddenly hesitant* erm…No…
Tseren: *thinks for a bit* OK ON
Mr. Loo: *whispers to Chew* Eh how many can he do ah?
Chew: *whispers back*
Mr. Loo: Standard?
Chew: Yea…
Mr. Loo: OH ok I suddenly realized I have an appointment…
*all of us herd them to pull up-bars*
Mr. Loo: *does 22* OK dun wanna do anymore
Tseren: *tries his best and hits…21*
Mr. Loo: *victory lap*
GG gay buff ppl.
Damn and for a few seconds I thought with Mr. Chin in charge, the test would be MCQ.
Didn’t matter for the 15 minutes I took anyway.
One hour CCA :D
And my brother is marching under the hot sun wearing a freaking SWEATER.
One bald person in school come tomorrow.
Will be interesting.
Now, time to beat at least two cheapskates. The cash I chanced upon should come in handy.

Friday is Forever

2011-07-24T07:13:00.001-07:00

You know the sinking feeling when you realize you’ve come to attempt two things at once and will definitely fail miserably at both of them?
Wednesday’s like that. I mean, what else do you get from a day that has too many unnecessary letters in it?
On Tuesday night I rushed home after the lab visit intending to do the poster in two hours somehow at the expense of my individual essay.
Sometime at eleven thirty or so I realized the irony of producing a completely unaesthetic poster for, of all things, a project of aesthetics.
Ah well. At least I liked the process of ripping it up. Completely therapeutic, if not for the fact that the individual essays were due tomorrow and I hadn’t finished number three.
Trying to rush it out in English didn’t exactly help, seeing as Ms. Koo was conveniently away, leaving Mr. Chin in charge, which isn’t the best of decisions at the best of times.
Halfway through I kind of gave up and tried hedging my bets by doing some last minute revision for music, before getting distracted by prettily coloured explosions. *ooh*
So…bah. Nothing accomplished, kind of. Even playing Nuclearoids failed. Kind of.
Then again, revising before the test wouldn’t have made me feel any better. Maybe worse, if there hadn’t been 40-50 minutes of open book which kind of ensured a pass at least. :D
Also, by fobbing off Dr. Wong with a “fake” virtual poster we earned an extra week. :D
Then again, Dr. Wong notices the small things. Observed as the tiny, unobtrusive wrong module code at the top left hand corner of one poster was pointed out, while the one slap-bang in the middle of the poster with colour, was conveniently…ignored.
Mr. Loo’s a betting man. ‘Nuff said.
~~Poor thing for being completely ignored by us during ACE~~
We were so good during ACE that our foreign students gladly volunteered their stories of being racially discriminated against. *nods*

Your Love Is My Drug

2011-07-23T02:28:00.000-07:00

…and all that jazz.
You know it’s good news when your (one of the best on earth) mentor/math teacher comes into class and announces the replacement of the Mentoring period with Math class because he can’t make it for the time.
I’ll take a 3-for-1 deal anyday :D
So yea, after doing a lab practical with laptops and little…graboids, one really does get the full feel of evolution. Not.
Yea, either that or have a good conversation while typing out the answers at the very same time. Which, included, not in order, DH’s obsession with NBA (DH: Eh no lor now I check very short only man! Galen: Yea, like, a reduction for an hour upwards in the past) Sooraj’s pro strategy in ball games which I can’t forget (Jit: Sooraj just…snatches the ball out of Ruth’s hand when she was on the same team. We were all like WTFH while he told us, “SKILL man!”) and all the various references to boat drivers and whether or not there should be an annoying prick at the side offering meaningless advice when the captain is perfectly capable of doing the task by himself (Galen: so I need you to shut the hell up, DH)
Ah. The joys of two hours under MOE officials’ supervision.
Did you know a barnacle has a penis 30 times its body length? Really puts new meaning to the term offshoot.
Later on, while trying to copy a section of words having a font size of 8 downwards, I was wondering about the irony as the MOE official observed that the words we were typing in the lab (font 11) was too small.
Supposedly we were to take advantage of this long break to do something about the music poster. I was distracted by grand battle strategy and dreams of world domination.
Risk makes everything sound more glorious than it really is. And more.
Tuesday was an important lesson. Of sorts. Never accompany your buddy accompanying his girlfriend. I mean, playing gooseberry is all well and fine, but when you end up twice as far as where you had hoped to end up…
Me: Hey DH, we’re supposed to be here *points at IMRE due south* and we’re here *points at bus-stop smack north of the campus*
DH: *has that oh-shit-amusing expression*
Yep.
Me: Why didn’t I go by myself while you accompanied her?
DH: Cos it wouldn’t have…looked good if we showed up at different times, so suck it up! It’s all part of the package!
Me: And exactly what part of the package did I gain from?
DH: You…got to ask her questions for the interview?
Me: all of one of them, which she refused to answer in a bitchy voice.
But it’s okay. What are brothers for?
~~*lots of gossiping at IMRE*~~
Ah. Um yes. Thanks for helping me carry the box of 62 markers for some time. In your bag. XD

Makes Me Wonder

2011-07-21T06:42:00.001-07:00

Haven’t blogged for days because of Music. ARGGH Cardinal sin.
I correct my mistakes.

“More wine?”

He raised his eyebrows at me across the room. “What’s with that tone, son? Afraid I can’t take it?” He smirked, and traced his finger about the rim of the empty glass, the ring both a request and a reminder.

“Of course not. Right away.” Waving to Sybil, I bade her to collect one of our best bottles. After all, the fact that Dad would even deign to make the effort to visit me down at my place was a rare occasion in itself, and I hardly wanted to fall out again over a small issue such as drinks over dinner.

“You’ve acquired…quite a few more wrinkles since the last time we met, if you do pardon me saying so. Busy times at work?”

He raised a hand to his face with just a hint of self-consciousness. “Really?” I felt rather than heard my father’s sigh. “Oh well. Old age does that, I guess. I mean, what with global warming, crashing economies, and the crazy things world leaders get up to these days.” He glared over the glass at me. “No thanks to you, of course.”

I smirked, opening a window to look at the live feed from Libya, seeing the flashes of falling bombs, rifle reports, hearing the screams of the innocent. Placed my hand against the glass, a black patch against the crimson skies.

“I thought you loved them.” I whispered.

“Not enough to interfere.”

“Then…can I?”

“Come on. I’m not that old yet.”

Ready to Go

2011-07-18T04:00:00.000-07:00

Argh. SO tired every day. Can’t even remember what I want to remember.
They. Lost. :X. Not really the same kind of feeling when we did, but it’s, like the same sense of helplessness when you’re just standing on the sidelines and unable to really contribute anything except much sympathy for those who were involved.
Ah well. Better luck next year? (again?) I mean, exactly how many times can we do that as NUS High School of Math and Science? :P
Jit: WTF r they thinking put NUS High and Raffles together in the first round?
Life’s like that, eh? Maybe we’ll all learn a lesson from this.
Least, I hope the dress code was comfortable. For those involved. :D
Being emo on other people’s part aside, watched HP7 on Saturday. Gained closure. Not that it wasn’t good, but Hermione’s new hair style and the snogging scene everyone’s been waiting for…didn’t have the same feel as I was expecting it to be. But Harry x Voldermort (V)
(Not used to talking about myself for a change, so please bear with the utter and complete awesomeness that I always associate with myself. Apparent, I think it is. XD)
Integration so complex Simin can’t do. Other people, on the other hand?
*last Friday*
Last Friday…afternoon, yes we danced on table tops, and we shared too many shots, think we freaked by I forgot.
OK, maybe not the dancing on table tops. But much revelry, nonetheless.
Mr. Loo: Tseren! You copy also cannot copy fast enough! Even Jeremias has finished copying!
Noobs can’t you just derive all the expressions yourself?
*first thing in the morning*
Ram: SEKOLAH, SENANDIRI
*school song starts right on cue*
Ram: *clamps hand over mouth*
Heehee.
Dr. Hang: …representatives from MOE are coming to do class reviews…
:O
*in class*
Me: Quick Simin rip down that Patchwork if MOE comes in and sees that we are effed.
DH: LOL ltr they see the…appendages, and they’ll be like…what exactly are those globular things, huh?
Damage control for the damage control. XD
Mr. Loo: You can be assured that they will not be coming in for Math…
Erm…Thank God? I mean, to portray such an act in front of Mr. Loo just seems too demanding for students of even our caliber.
N1 scam us say will be going off at 9. Aiyah…
Meh Dr. Low nomzz our half hour break. D: *wishes he could remember all te names as well as Tiong*
Dr. Low: I hope that the next time I’m having a Bio Lesson next door you wouldn’t talk so loud. I have to compete with 21 people!
*last Friday, during English*
Dr. Low: *comes over* Sorry it’s a bit noisy, could you be quieter?
Class: :O OKOK
DH: Quick while he still walking over TECK CHYE IS GAY
*next door, 409 ROLFs*
The things he does. See, nothing to do with me. *pushes blame rightfully belonging to the one*
Supposedly cancer cells are simply too successful. It’s just humans who are too failure a species to support them.
*following content is not meant to be offensive in anyway and should only be taken in jest*
Jeremias: I had cancer, but I over powered it, and now I can live with it side-by-side
Jit: No wonder Jeremias can survive when he’s hungry he just eats the cells when he needs a snack
Simin: O.O
*is reminded of cancerous…thing…oh come on!*
And DH worries he might have cancer. Tsktsk
*potentially offensive content over*
Chem. MOE representatives arrive.
Simin: *sees me slotting in the larger chair between two smaller ones* ?
Me: Aesthetic value! Ah…
*arrival of…possibly esteemed guests*
*lesson follows, with much attentiveness (pretended or not), encouragement Mr. Idhzam’s part, and politeness on our part*
*after Dr. Supra (at least, that’s what I think he’s name is) leaves*
Mr. Idhzam: Wa like so…weird you know?! It’s like they’re some panel of judges there, watching us. But your acting skills also very good man.
Galen: We’re Music and Arts class for a reason man!
Mr. Idhzam: Oh yea one of them was very impressed by your…meaningful questions.
GG Tiong so pro.
GG WJ so emo.
GG Assembly so ghey. (Candice trying to rah-rah is disturbing. Honestly)
And so we come back where we start.

Check It Out

2011-07-16T06:51:00.000-07:00

Five more days till music assignment’s due.
WHICH SEAT CAN I TAKE?
Ok fine REALLY bad nonsensical logic. Maybe it’s just me.
Mr. Idzam: The reason Mr. Murali has such a loud voice, is because he used to teach in India. In a class of ninety.
Well…I guess that explains it. As well as the sarcasm. Hmm.
N1 lah SC lazy now we need to walk ONE WHOLE CORRIDOR to throw plastic bottle BY OURSELVES: O
*me and DH walk down corridor to nearest recycling bin*
*meet Adithya and realize that, not to contrary expectations that the “plastic recycling bin” is chock full of…trash. On the other hand, it seems that the SC might have been remiss in certain details, seeing as there had not seemed to be a dustbin for that sort of waste beside it. Jibes aside…*
Me: *looks at entire box of bottles* great now wut?
DH: urm…
Adithya: OK stuff them, stuff them in quickly…
Sometimes the obvious is the solution. So says the Razor.
Did English during Physics. Speaks volumes.
N1 lah James on Mac during whole lesson killing Zakum. At least do it behind a mountain like I did right. :P
Now, I’m being completely technical here, but I’d suppose that our two hour Math lesson was more like a two hour break.
Mr. Loo: You know when I walked into 08, they were discussing, with plans put in place for their NDP video, and we—
DH: Eh look at our International Friendship Patchwork! All done man! :D
Mr. Loo: Oh…that’s the Patchwork Project? *is slightly surprised* *looks* *has gigantic sweatdrop*
DH: Yea it’s REALLY good right? Just look at it from this distance! XD
Yea, so he doesn’t see all the random appendages. Especially that tumor-like thing.
And maybe the ruined geometry questions, but that’s not the point. Can’t hide the defiling anyway.
Therefore. Break activities during Math, what more could we want?
Also, in terms of teaching speed, Mr. Cheong < Mr. Chia < Mr. Loo < Mr. Chan. Even with the early dismissals. Ahem.
*mind-effed by falling stars game*
During English, we had an interesting discussion about art.
I stand by my point that Modern Art is quite the blight upon the term, no matter how many people it might offend. WHERE IS THE SKILL DAMMIT.
DH: Look. That absolutely filthy toilet bowl is a piece of art. It takes some skill to be able to dirty it so completely. Firstly, you have to position yourself not directly above the opening like normal people, but instead at an angle, then do a complete turn around the bowl…
*Claire excuses herself*
Later on…
Claire: But this is completely different! Gore is BEAUTIFUL!
One man/girl’s meat?
Mr. Chin’s definition of “fine”:
Ms. Koo: How could you just tell them it was ungraded and walk out? Most of them didn’t/couldn’t complete proper essays!
Mr. Chin: It’s fine lah!
Fine by me too. XD

Papi

2011-07-14T06:49:00.001-07:00

*On Tuesday, while we were trying in vain to teach Ji Hyun Chinese*
Candice: Mr. Wang help us!
Mr. Wang: …’基本’? It is such a simple one!
Ji Hyun: *is depressed*
Mr. Wang: *translated from Chinese* “To marry me, one of the basic requirements is that you need to have money”
*Mr. Wang leaves after some time*
*Returns in 10 minutes*
All: LOL why he came back.
Mr. Wang: *beckons for Ji Hyun’s paper* *erases sentence he suggested* *to Ji* Don’t tell other people I taught you these values! *goes off*
Candice: so…he came back specially just to erase the sentence?! OMGZZZ
In the morning the International Friendship Patchwork was there in all its four-mahjong-paper-sized/huge prominent NOMNOMNO-iscutoff-glory and due to being ENGROSSED in his private affairs DH completely did not know of its existence. WTH.
The Taiwan Kaohsiung Kaohsiung High School arrived with no little aplomb (exchanging porcelain for the pathetic little glass plate of ours—wonder when they’ll want to switch back) and the only glimpse of Mr. Loo the whole day was in the tiny time he walked up to stage before slinking behind the curtains. Which reminds me.
Someone: Jeremias looks more like William’s brother than Johannes’ brother man!
Mr. Loo: Wait…Johannes, in Year 7, is your brother?
Jeremias: yea…
Mr. Loo: *pause* WTH! *pause* what happened?
XD proness
So the first lesson, Chinese, where we read newspaper and did nothing else much, owning to a screwed up laptop. ~bliss~
In PE, we experienced the raw power of 10 vs 2. Jeremias and Yao Rui against me and PS. Mission Impossible.
PS: N1 noob 10 people also cannot hit.
Jeremias: Dood you hit so far to other court liao.
Me: Eh what kinda excuse is that 10 people have 10 courts man.
Best to not mention what we were doing before this. *fast forward*
YJ: *is doing some gay dance with the tennis racket behind Mr. Sim’s back while everyone was trying hard not to LOL*
James: *has the WTH look on his face when he sees*
Mr. Sim *turns and…*
YJ: *stops*
Class: LOL
It isn’t often that I bemoan not putting videos on my blog but this…has to be seen to be believed.
*to when Mr. Sim was teaching us the drop-shot*
Tseren: *is manhandling James to the ground, doing…*
Nah. I don’t even want to know.
Mr. Sim: *turns and…*
*this time they don’t stop. Ahem*
Mr. Sim: Hey Tseren, please don’t damage to goods. We still want them working when he gets back to Korea.
Class: ROFL
Tseren seems to feel…a little curvy today. Keep on leaning on James for whatever reason. Aiyahh…
Physic—*erases from memory bank*. Not really worth it
And then the break in between.
*lots of ~~vandalism~~ drawing with crayons later*
Me: *looks and sees numerous embellishments to numerous originally innocent (or not) images* ROFLMAOWTIME
Tseren: Is this going to be submitted?
Claire: It is going to be captured in HIGH DEFINITION, and printed on ceramic tiles that will be part of the entire SCHOOL MONTAGE! WHICH PART OF HIGH-DEF DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? *proceeds to kill DH and Tseren*
Well…at least the tiles are small. Big consolation.
Tseren: Ha I have two swords!
Claire *assaults, punches him in the chest through the opening he created when blocking*
OMG what a failure.
I liked the look on DH’s face when he learnt that Claire once dragged someone across the school track in primary school.
Me: Don’t worry DH when that happens Jit and I will be like…behind you all the way.
Hopefully all 100m of it is all. And preferably not the face. I still like having that part of DH around.
With Ms. Wong’s non-presence removing most of the stress, a two hour Chemistry lesson was…really great, to say the least. Therefore here are only a few select awesome quotes.
Mr. Idzam: So I give my number to Yao Rui…and he gives it to everyone
Yao Rui: Huh? *acts innocent*
GG paparazzi-in-disguise
Mr. Idzam: Actually I want to go teach at ACS. Firstly, all the classrooms have air-conditioning.
ARGH DARN THEM *protests school-wide scam at spending money they promised on school-wide air-conditioning on labs we hardly use except for…the air-conditioning. ZZT*
Now, not that I’ve been observing this for days, and although there have been redeeming explanations almost every time, now I’m not sure if Galen isn’t gay for Cyrus. I mean, OBVIOUS cause-and-effect much? :O
*wishes he could turn off the Cyrus radio*
Some epic fans were putting up Hogwarts posters, emblems, House logos, spell names under appropriate appliances. Unfortunately the Senior Management has a poor sense of humor. Ah well.

Mr. Saxobeat

2011-07-13T06:03:00.001-07:00

YJ: Hey Mr. Loo, that Taiwan school we’re having an exchange with, are there any hot girls?
Mr. Loo: It’s a boy’s school…
…~~Actually no difference to him lah XD~~
Enjoying the last of halcyon days…really has this tinge of nostalgia. OYu know, holiday nostalgia. Ah well.
PS: Aiyah…today REALLY packed sia. All the lessons got teacher around. Like, ACE got intense discussion…
Me: Music got intense revision…
PS: Yea…such a busy day for the whole day.
So. James got the email from his parents. He’s REALLY going back to Korea. Ah well.
Me: *sees how DH has utterly ruined the mahjong paper we got with marker-ness*
Galen: You know you can’t erase that right.
DH: Oh. Right.
Me: Ms. Koo we’ll do on the whiteboard since DH ruined the paper OK?
Ms. Koo: …DH, I hate you to the core…
Ah maybe a bit too overboard there
*some time later*
Galen: STOP DRAWING PIGS JIT
Jit: *draws claws on the pigs’s front legs*
DH *folds paper he ruined into a GIANT paper aeroplane*
Me: ROFLMAO
DH: Eh come on I’m making a pointer man!
Ms. Koo: OK now could you please give it back?
DH: OK *draws abs on Jit’s devil pig*
Yea. English is always pretty awesome
I mean, apart from having a really inconvenient fire drill in the middle of whatever it was that we were doing. D:
I have no idea how they manage to pick timings such that every fire drill will happen UNDER a hot sun. *hisses and tries not to melt*
So while I was standing under the sun and discussing random-ness and the skill of Tseren, Young Joo and Yao Rui who had brought up plates of food to the field/track with them in keeping with the adage food is important to all life.
Example of understatement: We have a couple of sparks flying in the chemistry lab, near extremely volatile chemicals. Please remain calm and proceed to the field in an orderly manner.
It would be nice to see the reaction to that. Maybe Block F for…
While I stood there feeling tall. XD
*Ms. Hwang squats. Sees my long shadow. Moves over and gets full shade*
Me: *looks down* *is speechless*
Shreyas: *notices* OK now you move you head a little to the left…to the right…
*Mr. Yeo comes over.*
Me: Hey Mr. Yeo! Come stand…right here.
Ms. Hwang: *looks* Oh, thanks.
Me: Yea, thanks for taking over.
Mr. Yeo: OK, now what we do is…*shifts to the side*
Ms. Hwang: *shifts with him*
Shreyas: *takes over*
*enter Dr. Low, also squatting*
Me: Hi Dr. Low, you could always…squat right…*moves* here!
Dr. Low: Woah, so nice ah…should give blue form for this…
Ms. Fong: Hey, Yu Han, so…noble of you…
Ms. Hwang and Dr. Low: Yea, must give…blue form…
*Dr. Low stands up*
*Ansel squats in the shade*
*I move off*
Ansel: Woah…like that lah!
Me: Sorry lah, no benefits…
Who said fire drills were boring?
James brought his Macbook with Windows 7 installed…to play MapleStory. ||| WHICH KOREAN HIGH SCHOOL BOY PLAYS THAT HUH
*sees destined-for-outcast in da pro High school. And then maybe not just because of gaming tastes*
Of course, preparations for his likely funeral aside, one mustn’t say we don’t want to leave him without good memories.
YJ: HEY PIN YEE COME AND TAKE A PICTURE WITH JAMES HE’S GOING BACK SOON
Guess who’s the “lucky” guy today. Heh.

You Make Me Feel So

2011-07-12T06:48:00.000-07:00

On facebook: APS+Lee Ji-Hyun scandal
5 minutes later
J.Lau: Eh, PS so unfaithful ah…
Bad (general?) news travels fast. Oh the power of the media.
At least it was better than the circulating CD (at least, the jacket).
We were all called to the hall and I was near *NUUU take away our free period again?*. No important prize presentations though.
And so. :D
Mr. Loo: OK during ACE tmrw I have to go accompany the Taiwan exchange students so I can’t come.
Class: Ye--*wait it’s no difference*
Mr. Loo: So another teacher will be coming in to talk ab—
Class: NOOOOOOOOOOO
We love our mentor, see?
*wind blows DH’s notes to the ground*
DH: *sees Ms. Lim passing by* Eh Ms. Lim help me—
Ms. Lim *steps on note and pushes it aside*
DH: EHwot
*after an hour of a supposedly two hour lesson where technical issues abound (three’s the charm? Let’s wait and see)*
Mr. Soh: In that case…class dismissed.
Class: WOOT
And then we hear…JAMES GOT ACCEPTED GGGG
Will wait for when he gets owned for the thousandth time in starcraft. XD
*what that was your MAIN base? With so FEW units?*
*N1 scouting force use faster units can…oh that’s your desperate attack? ROFL*
~1.5 hours of badminton. XD. Needs serving improvement? And less of a stupid guy toking about peace/piss on the other side. And being retarded.
Chinese. Shall not mention EXACTLY how slack it was. :D. And how pro WJ was at being an ambush guy. Hurhur.
Mr. Loo goes through less with the quiet class than the class talking over him. He wonders why.
Mr. Loo: If I could figure that out I could cover the entire notes in a couple of lectures. :X
I’ll be waiting for that day.
Graded Class Task: DH couldn’t complete it.
Mr. Loo: OK that was a fake class task set by Mr. Chia. This is the REAL ONE.
DH: :O I haven’t even finished this one how D:
Mr. Loo: Eh your girlfriend was gone for a week and did so well on hers.
Ahaha. Ahahahahahahhahaha.
GG “Revision” on stuff we haven’t learnt. :P
And they haven’t finished their props for the presentation in less than a week ARGH
Teaching a Korean Chinese is harder/more fun than you might think. Mmhmm. Forget how to write 吵架plOx XD.
Before I go to sleep,
Every day I see my dream.

Dancing in the Dark

2011-07-11T06:42:00.000-07:00

Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.
Maintaining a blog, I mean. But who doesn’t like to attempt the impossible, eh?
Mr. Loo: Eh Tseren I was waiting there at the pull up bars then you never show up? Aiyuhh, so not…*sighs*
Mr. Loo: defines pwnage. Times like these always make it worth it.
Therefore while trying (unsuccessfully) to vent something… (ok, fine I hardly find something to vent that isn’t made up for myself by myself. Confusing yet?) on the piano which lacked the better part of an octave on either the right or left hand (turns out that Maroon 5 songs played at the limits of the keyboard are…cute)
On the other hand, watching DH getting beaten up by Shi Ni IS good entertainment. XD.
Shi Ni: Hi!
Me: *daos*
DH: AHAHAHAHA DAO-ed
Shi Ni: No lor, it’s—
DH: Yo!
Me: Yo dude.
Shi Ni: EH *tries to whack*
Why so bitchy? A lady shouldn’t touch a guy that way unnecessarily unless he’s her boyfriend.
Looking back on that, it seems to have been put in a…ohnevermindthat. XD
Math…would it be better if we didn’t talk about Math? Somehow nothing really worthy of note took place. It could be that we were just rushing it all too fast.
Why do people need one page for…one question??? *loses track of question and plays cards*
Yea. Somehow that’s life.
Seminar room bio lessons for the win :D. Air-con <3
I mean, until someone breaks through the dividing wall by lying all over the place in a gay-orgy kinda formation. More popularly known as the taupok.
Claire: Darn forgot to bring my camera.
Of all the camera-worthy moments…
The processes are actually pretty intuitive. Right up until you get around o naming whatever they involve. D:
Dr. Low: To put it in a really crude way, the guy…just couldn’t get it up.
Accompanied by the…switch, of all things, on the illustration…ah well. On trivialities and other things.
Ah. Straight-laced Chem. WANTS MR. IDZAM
WJ kinda finally realized his going off every other lesson was…kinda detrimental to our progress, so he dropped the essay bomb on us. With no one to supervise us, as usual. One can just imagine the efficiency. But then again…at least it was an attempt, so let’s not be too quick to point the finger at the teacher, eh?
Why do we attend a talk, where I can get the exact same amount of information from…or a library catalogue?

Club Can't Handle Me

2011-07-09T23:37:00.001-07:00

DH: I’m going to try and get into the Youth Team.
Me: *gives him skeptical stare*
DH: Really!
Me: Oh…ok…why?
DH: *unimportant to anyone rant*
Me: Well…I guess you’d surely do well in Gymnastics.
DH: Nah. Figure skating. To the MAX!
Yep. Guess you’d give as good as you get. XD
Hurm. 108 medalists. How’re we gonna fit them all up there.
Oh, wait, hang on, it’s all right, we only need to squeeze the 34 gold medalists. Mmhmm.
The Chinese can get an Olympic award for standing straight. Then again, it’s konda rude somehow that when OUR principle gives a speech, our guests are standing through it no matter how meaningless or boring the speech happens to be while we sit…and watch. Maybe it’s a ploy to ensure they stay awake for the full effect of the torture. I’m not complaining, though.
Funnily enough, one of the Chinese students sounds…Korean-ish?
And n1 take our Break. Again. D:. The final five minutes before mind-numbing.
It seems that day in day out we get to annoy teachers with our propensity to maintain being talkative through the entire room. And then test their responses. Don’t be fooled, it is in fact a complex psychological experiment designed to test your fortitude to...
Oh come on. Who am I kidding. Some of us just like to bullshit. Others just like to act drunk at all hours of the day.
Me/Jit: *to guy on other side of DH* You know this guy? *points to DH*
Jit/Me: Nope, never seen him before in my life. Don’t even know WTH he’s doing here.
DH: HTH didja get that answer isn’t it…
Me: *points mutely to the 3 divisor*
DH: Oh. Oh…shit…
How you neglect the same denominator twice is beyond my comprehension. Sometimes, one doesn’t need words.
Mr. Loo: *observes pandemonium* *sighs* the last thing I want to see is someone spending most of the day in an air-conditioned room, telling me that if I am given a room without air-conditioning I had better make do with it.
I’ve never met that guy, but suddenly I can’t stand him too.
Maybe we can pawn something to help raise funds for air-conditioning, seeing as it seems that school fees are going into building air-conditioned laboratories instead. Maybe our…fans? XD
In any case I wish, again as usual, hat I didn’t take the initiative to teach. Then again, with Mr. chin walking out after around five minutes after confirming that this was not graded, I’m not sure exactly how motivated I would have been to write another paragraph or so anyway.
Ms. Koo: what am I going to tell Ms. Bay when she asks me about the quality of work?
Claire: Mr. Chin came in!
Me: Nope…Mr. Chin went out.

Angel

2011-07-06T07:20:00.000-07:00

Mr. Loo: DH why are you wearing slippers?
DH: *points to plaster* foot got cut XD
Mr. Loo: So small also want wear slippers…next time bandage whole foot!
DH: :D
Yes. He is pro.
So anyway. Today started out happy. English <3 Short writing/brainstorming exercise <3
Galen: So did those two do anything?
Me:…nope!
Galen: OK, let’s write down names in accordance to size of contribution. *writes DH’s and Jit’s names in font size 5*
DH: Hey, I provided…music! Added ambience and mood for brainstorming!
Jit: Yea man I also said “Oil Spill”
Galen: yea, yea…*draws a blank circle with USE SEM HERE* OK!
Nice nerd joke.
PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT.
BANNING JIT FROM RISK GAMES NEXT TIME.
Stupidity can only get so annoying
ACE :D
Mr. Loo: OK we’re spsed to do International Friendship Patchwork, but it’s due in week 9 so we’ll worry about it in week 8
Class: WOOT
SO AWESOME. Actual ACE=10 min
Mr. Loo: It’s good to be noisy rather than quiet. If you’re naturally quiet it’s hard to get you to speak up. But if you’re naturally noisy mmost of the time you will keep quiet when told to. So because I usually let you go off 30 min later could ur keep quiet just for that short amount of time?
DON’T WE XD
Mr. Loo: When I go to 08 they’re like *blank stares*. Then I come over here and…like UN conference. Very bipolar.
Shows good class bonding :D
Mr. Loo: All the time I thought because my marriage lines formed a semicircle I would have a good chance of getting a beautiful wife…
Galen: What do you define a semicircle?
*general astonishment at the stupidity*
Galen: OK I meant must end off or not.
Mr. Loo: Yea lah…anyway, as of now I still haven’t gotten hitched. So I came here and then…realized my palm was the same as, of all people, the PM, J.Ang, Lim Jeck and…Sean Seet.
*collective AWWWW*
Galen: You have the marriage prospects of a rich math genius! What more could you want?
Mr. Loo: Yea, well, I was thinking, if Jit Wu also has the same line…fate is sealed, man.
LOL Acid test.
Some time later.
Galen: Eh I think Jeremias palm line the same as yours!
Mr. Loo: :O Aiyah where got the same his is open bracket mine is closed! *phew*
ROLFMAO close shave.
Mr. Yeo: I thought I finish by this time already very pro, but…you’re the man la. Haven’t even started.
Yep we got DA MAN
Me: You’re graduating this year right?
Annabeth: Yea…will you miss me?
*considers the nature of the question, as well as the questioner*
Me: Probably after Convocation.
I mean, after the doing of year 4s, one is made to pause and think.

Boomerang

2011-07-06T04:21:00.000-07:00

No time T.T. Maybe I should begin on my 250 microfiction thingy around right now.
Then again, ~lazy~
Mentoring <3
Mr. Loo’s chat with PS: 1 minute of…the not-too-good questioning.
Bio we rock and roll, no halo we party rock!
Sorry. Addictive.
But what the hey. Half an hour spent trying to fix the sound system, only to realize that all that effort shouldn’t account for anything and we ought to move to where we have BETTER sound. Only shitty video lah. No problemo.
DH: Ltr whole Bio lesson like nomadic. Move from room to room in search of the holy video.
TROLOLOL.
One of the trees looked uncomfortably like a sprouting penis. Just saying.
And at long last…INCEST STRIKES. Well. I mean, the father of evolution couldn’t see a teeny flaw in inbreeding? *shakes head*
Here’s a ballin’ in Risk. :D And lost my pencil somehow. D:
Tiong too noob leh. Ai…yah.
Math. Mmm. Yea.
Mr. Loo: I can’t let you go early…
Class: :O WHY
Mr. Loo: I have a meeting at Four…
Class: Then should let us go early so you can go early!
Mr. Loo: No I want to go late!
Wo-oW
Jazlene: it’s OK you can let us off NAUW and go canteen. We won’t tell!
Mr. Loo: No, canteen closes at two!
SRSLY DAYU-U-U-U-U-M.
Now how’d DH get chicken rice at four then. O.o
DH: Damn hope we don’t miss our tea. Won’t wanna miss those cookies!
*some travelling later*
Dr. Nikolai: Oh, we can now all go to the lab, and have some hot tea instead of such cold beverage…
DH: *YES*
Fulfilling trip to IMRE, at least. Reminds me…

Aphrodite

2011-07-03T07:25:00.000-07:00

Need to rush this.
Funny how I get to rush blogging when the schoolwork hasn’t come in tsunamis yet. Ah well. Time is of the essence.
Long schedule for the assembly.
But the highlight was obviously the Hungarian Jit. LIKEABAUSE.
They could at least have arranged the colours in the correct direction *tries to imagine tall dudes/dudettes leaning on each other in a stack.* OK maybe not. But Jit does it good
So, who’s up for doing a video for National Day? Only one submission per class!
Who’s up for making that number…zero?
Thought so. XD
So not used to not seeing Mr. Yee at the back of the class. Yea. *sniff*
Then you realize how…possibly fail halves of the SJAB contingent are. Compared to the NCC contingent.
*remembers Simin’s long weapon*
On hindsight, best not to say anything.
Yea so anyway. Yay for holiday because everyone else was awesome?
DH: Dr. Low gonna say GG taken away so many Mondays le.
Oh, right. Ah well. You win some, you lose some. *guess which side I like being on*
And then they ask those who participated but did not win anything to stand. Hurm. *evil active suaner alert*
So. Erm.~~Free period~~ Mentoring skipped D: Two hour Physics D: D: Can’t remember anything on grounds that it was too boring D:D:D:
*randomly*
*Teck Chye runs pastlike a retard holding three pink helium balloons*
DH: Ms. Li can I go out?
Ms. Li: No you’ll just talk with him
DH: No I’m just gonna beat up that retard.
*Teck Chye runs back past*
Break was really much deluded card play and wondering…
*enter Mr. Loo*
Those of us: OK continue. XD
Mr. Loo: Oh you mean Mr. Yee doesn’t let you play cards in class?
You know who (I’m just not tellin’): You do?
Mr. Loo: I’m OK la…just not…you know…during my class.
And what we did during his class.
Oh, right there aren’t any videos or such like because Jaz and Jit are AWL. Oh well.
It all started when…
Actually I don’t care when it started. All one needs to know is it involved the discussion of how gay people in the class were due to their proximity to other gay people, i.e. the other half of the class. The final conclusion is that we are ALL g—
DH: OK! Enuff of this! Time to discuss MANLY stuff! Tseren you know how to do this?
Tseren: No! Dunno!
…
Mr. Loo: I’ve taught the Year Sixes for the whole of last year, and they’ve all…outgrown these…so…here’s hoping you will too…
Mm…tough luck. When are we gonna be released? Half an hour earlier you say? Oh joy!
I love this guy. XD
MINUS^2 Why you no early. Bah.
English was really good. I mean, apart from the extra project that we have to do before the term ends. Yea. That one.
Jeremias: I got…body armor man! Can’t hit me!
Ms. Koo: *looks closely* I can’t see the body armor, unless…
DH: Yup
Ms. Koo: No, only got…baby fat…
DH: No lah, Ms. Koo…so bad…it’s not baby fat, it’s real fat!
Ms. Koo: DH ah I really want to…throw this at you…
So after some discussions about rappers and their complete suitability for kindergarten children, we discussed death. Or, to be more accurate, death rituals so long ago our Korean classmates have no idea about them, even dating back to their grandfather’s age. It is that out of fashion, these ways of dying.
Imagine if we had to collect the obituary pages from everyone who owns a copy so that we could burn them. No kick.
DH: Hey that coffin looks like some…coloured cloth display man! They leave it in the house to rot?!!!
Me: It’s the WAKE you D-A HOLY SHIT you leave a dead guy in your house to rot?
LMAO
Claire: …And because DH is interested, geishas didn’t wear underwear.
*silence for some time*
Ms. Koo: You can see the fireworks exploding out of DH’s head…about right now…
I wonders how we got here from death but…never mind really. Will not go into DH liking it rough.
Someone: Isn’t Dr. Hang like…next door?
Ms. Koo: Oh, I just saw them walk out, so…
Oh NO WONDER
Ms. Koo: I was just watching television, then there is this advertisement for the movie…Ju-On I think. There’s this woman lying on the bed…then suddenly a hand just reaches out from the wall above her head! It was so freaky I bunked with my parents for a week!
Me: The whole time waking up in the middle of the night, checking if there’s a hand above you…
Claire: You could always pull the blanket over your head. That’s what I would do.
Ms. Koo: Then you turn and see some withered guy staring at you GG
Me: Chew would go like, ‘sup?
Ahas. The ultimate freaky moment. This I think we can relate to. ~~Something about hidden desires about getting a zombie into your bed…~~
OK. Maybe not we.
When I go to DH’s funeral I will look at his emaciated face and go “Died of AIDS right? Should have known.”
Galen (I think): There is this technology nowadays that allows the deceased to see the body rotting in the coffin…
Ms. Koo: OMG so freaky! Then you can go like the tooth is loosening…loosening further…near falling out…POP!
DH: Then you see suddenly the dead body flipping the finger at you…
Ms. Koo: LOL like HEY SHUT THAT THING PPL TRYING TO DIE HERE
What about the idea of chucking in a “bojio” badge just before they slide shut the coffin, huh?
“Go heaven bojio”

Give me Everything

2011-07-02T05:42:00.000-07:00

Oh. Dear. God. Music. Why you no like me?
Ah well. One does what one can to…survive for the next 11 weeks. I hope.
Chinese=not paying much attention. Damn they were all due…Monday? D: Waste my beforehand time.
(suddenly has memory loss)
It was probably because of the…I dunno. Retarded game in PE. *misses the days when I had an extra chair’s advantage over everyone*
Bah I shrunk. By 0.5 cm. :O
Ok. So. Apparently there was a rule not to throw high balls. Apparently Shreyas, for one, did not realize that and in slow motion, a throw-in with the relatively light netball flew up…two storeys to be stuck in ceiling décor.
Well done.
Now who knows how to spell “No High Balls” for him the proper way?
Who knew how one person can flip scores when flipping sides? Sometimes 4-1 leads are just not enough.
Physics. D: Electromagnetism. D:D: And then some. D:D:D:
While all the while you have fat jokes, gay jokes, and Cyrus doing funny things to the bear, with Jeremias’ oh-so-clean commentary…
With friends like these…We have an awesome class.
*French, French, French, French*
It’s up to you to imagine the position that allows for such a cheer. Or maybe not.
Wish one person could accumulate that amount of charge without getting electrocuted or worse. Could really make one a jackass…or worse. Mr. Bean FTW.
Reminiscing is a good activity to engage in sometimes.
I was wondering when I’d last seen the…um…weapon of Nicole’s (read: ink stamper. Or whatever. Date stamper?) Then I remembered Cyrus had…expired on Wednesday. (read: weapon of mass doom wielded by unstable individual=mass doom. I mean seriously random much?)
In chemistry, Mr. Idzam…will be back. Or is back.
Class: :O you are Chem. Or Bio. Teacher? ?.?
Mr. Idzam: Well…both! Means I have to teach both modules. Tiring right :P
Sadly we all are. I wonder how we wake up each morning with that knowledge.
Mr. Idzam (at YJ and Tseren): No cos the two of you…like china bloc
Class: LMAO (for very different reasons which I…should expound upon)
*some time later*
*Mr. Idzam looks at YJ and Tseren, and…smirks/laughs*
Tseren/YJ can’t remember: What?
Mr. Idzam: sorry every time I look at you I can’t resist laughing…
Tseren: OK, ok…Am I gay?
Class: ROFLMAO
Bad, move, Mongol
Mr. Idzam: Well…it’s OK; you know…we, society, have to be more accepting of these people…
That was…with about one and a half hour of chemistry and one particularly evil girl still in the class to go.
Mr. Idzam: Equilibrium reactions can be classified as Heterogeneous reactions…and homogeneous reactions *looks at Tseren and YJ*
Either of them: What?
XDXDXDXDXDXD
Cyrus: *stabs Jeremias with pencil*
Jeremias: BLEARGH *flops over* *hand flops to Cyrus’ crotch*
Cyrus: Eh even your dead body is gay.
Me: Nope you just killed one of him. Obviously the other two are the ones still controlling the hand.
Jeremias: Yea man can’t kill me.
Me: Jeremias ah…the two of you left…better watch out…
:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P
Claire is intending to write a explanatory piece proving that the sexuality of one who is “of Mongolian lineage”. That can’t turn out too well. Or not…
Tseren peeked while YJ was stretching his pecs.
Yup. Or not.
One could do more than to assuage the emptiness inside with one’s blog. But one doesn’t give a crap.

Dirty Dancer

2011-06-30T07:30:00.001-07:00

WJ intends to find a common time slot among all 9 classes, with the help of a couple other Higher Chinese teachers.
I tried almost in vain to find one among three classes by myself.
I don’t care how mnay teachers you rope in…good luck. XD
OK…buzzes with anticipation for the day which ends the earliest?
*sad about Tuesday*
BUT NEVER MIND THAT.
Finally, English. :D. apparently we does something about Art and Culture, with emphasis on essay, but before that every one ought to hand up their remaining portfolio articles/ science chronicles essays. I know at least 4 who have.
Hurm.
In other news, Jun Qi is actually in 06, and so is Ming Wei. Not too sure how that got there anyway.
Oh, wait, that was Tuesday. Too.
Anyway. Ms. Koo is not the liking of Art. And Microsoft Word decreed that a grammatically accurate sentence. Smart technology ForTheWin?
I’m not sure what the goth-loli in Japan is supposed to entail, but…just not going there. The less one knows the better, probably. *Space Unicorns?*
DH: The Japanese are…fukotu upoutu!
Put…very discreetly indeed.
Just the first week back, and playing cards madly. One never does change, after all.
Peng Seng: Dr. Wong is teaching…Music Politics. I bet it will be something like “Ok, guys, self-study. Test next week on everything”
Later…
Dr. Wong: OK, because I’m leaving for the next two weeks I’m going to Australia. You see all the handouts here? Those will be your self-study notes for the test when I come back! :D
Me: *does quick silent count with fingers and realize they aren’t enuff*
Uh oh.
Lots of complaining later…
Me: *thumps stack on the table* and…this is just for THREE weeks?
Galen: Hell it actually makes a sound when you drop it!
Jit: Aiyuhh…No kick la. Only 300 and more pages to read through.
Jeremias: N1 Peng Seng predict so accurate for wut?
Peng Seng: OK. Now got ideal welcome back gift for James. “Welcome back!” ‘:O It’s OK I think I will stay in Korea for some more time.’
Me: Should give him when he’s back on Tuesday, and tell him the test is tomorrow :P
Good times ahead, I guess.
I realizes how lucky I was to have a non-croaking, relatively young male music teacher who was cool.
Jeremias: The Arts and Music lessons are joke sia, seriously. Only half an hour…
Dr. Wong: :O What do you draw in half an hour? Cartoon flowers?
Singapore, as oyu can see, is pretty much the epitome of good music education. Oh yes she is.
So we nomnom Mentoring the same way Simin’s primary school form teacher nomnom her Music lessons. For all the good times left.
Basically it’s all found on Facebook, and also because I’m too lazy to describe YJ’s multi slap, Jeremias’ multi-person punch, DH and Tseren’s buff poses and helium speaking (or failures in helium breathing)…yea it’s all there.
But I will make special mention for the class photos, for which we had to wait for Galen and thus have the time to do abovementioned retarded accomplishments before that.
First two: Serious shot. Everybody lean to the left and right…click
Then…
DH: OK Jeremias do buff guy pose and point at your biceps. All the guys hide face in hand and look depressed while the girls look impressed OK?
Jeremias: WTH?
Class: ON!!!
*after half a minute*
Mr. Loo: Er…Ansel could you get into the mood?
Ansel: Hah…? What…?
Class except Ansel: ANSEL!!!
At least we got one more or less good shot without being spoiled. EVERYONE CHANGE THEIR PROFILE PICS :D
Mr. Yee gave YJ cool tie OMG so Jealous XD
Crash course in omnomnom language. *feels enlightened*
Mind-f***ing Tseren=fun times ahead. Operation get Tseren a Boyfriend XD
Sometime later.
Shreyas: hey DH don’t you take 198 at the opposite stop?
DH:…Er…no I’m waiting for someone…
Shreyas: Oh? Is it…*winkwink*
DH: Yea la…need to get something from her…
Shreyas: Oh, you do, don’t you? Does it happen to start with a v? Have an ‘I’ in there somewhere? Huh?
DH: OK bye guys *walks to turnstile*
LMAO Should ask him if he got it. XD

Yes

2011-06-29T07:22:00.001-07:00

Sometimes you get priceless moments, especially during Seminar Room lessons
Here’s to having Math lessons in Seminar rooms too? :D *hint hint*
Or at least, until Mr. Loo reads blogs. *sigh*
T-position during the 5-minute break. XD
Temperature taking will always be a time-honoured affair of people trying to scam their way into not buying a new one because of complete laziness. Maybe I’m just stereotyping there, but…I have one example. XD
Something about International frien—ZZZzzz
*still like the idea of friends with benefits*
Ms. Wong interrupts…nothing.
I wonder why my brother’s certificate of Participation is in the middle of all my classmate’s certificates. Hurm.
Ms. Wong: OK who took Shreyas’ certificate?
Me: How can anyone mistake their cert for yours…I mean, the name alone is…
Shreyas: Yea I bet no one has the surname Thiruvenegadem…
Ms. Wong: OK? Everyone got their cert? Don’t come running to me say you don’t have ah! *turns to Shreyas* You don’t have right?
ROFL
So. Funnily enough our timetable is almost exactly the same as last semester. Except for languages, so there was Bio on Tuesday. Just after Mr. Yee disappointed us…Oh well.
Ms. Wong: Oh this will be your new Chem teacher Mr. Izam
Class: O.o so are you teaching us Bio or Chem
Mr. Izam: No I’m just taking over for one week while Mr. Soh is on reservice.
At least he’s…how do I say it…very Singaporean-ised? And somehow makes the explaining of million-year-old stuff not sound as boring as it does.
Mr. Izam: Oh BTW, which stall in the canteen sells good food?
Class: Exactly…none. The noodle stall sucks especially.
Not that I’d know. Speaking of lunch, and the one Jazlene owes me…
*During in-class assignment*
Mr. Izam: The other classes never asked so many questions, man…just quietly sat there and—
*James asks sth*
Mr. Izam: You’d like me to do for you right?
Whaddya think?
I should start a week-long smuggling project. Now that I’ve gotten a whole big break my way and all. But seriously, a RISK tournament? Like, about all the 9 hours we could spare?
Now the explanations. *sigh*
I dropped Econs. So did Jit and DH. I wonders why.
DH: All those soccer ppl like Yong Kiat took only 3 majors. Then getting 4.8-4.9 for CAP man! Can go HAVARD!
*silence*
Me, Jit and DH: LMAO
Me: Even YOU didn’t believe that right?
Jit: Woah…Simin now considering hard…should I take 3 majors and go Havard?
The awesomeness of logic sometimes.
In the long break…all I can say is…metaphors, madness and mutilation. Mmhmm.
Now everyone know I retardbaby. Ahahahahah.
Random much XD. LIKEARETARDBABY
Jeremias: *Takes violin*Bye Simin.
Simin: *looks up*Nomnom
Jeremias: :O
Me: I think you’d better leave…fast?
Jeremias: kthxbai
*sometime later*
Simin: Eh Jeremias you back?
Jeremias: *holds up left-behind-iTouch*
Me: N1 almost lost in Claire’s house not enuff for you rite…
And finally, the culmination of all this staying back.
Ji Hyun: Why are you staying so late?
Me:…sometimes “for fun” doesn’t cut it anymore.
The three of us went to a…public lecture. Light refreshments were provided.
Guess what we went away full of.
Would Tseren get the violin G-string being broken joke, I wonder.

Loser Like Me

2011-06-28T07:17:00.001-07:00

Finally blogging?
YES OMG SO MUCHTO TALK ABOUT. And so little time. Oh well.
We, as we all know…the new time table sucks…bad. D:
And then, Mr. Yee is leaving the school in two days. D:
But at least he leaves a pretty good successor.
Mr. Loo: We’ll do the first three pages, then we’re done for the day.
Oh. God. <3?
(Halfway through the lesson)
*Raphael walks in. 10 mins late. Or something*
Me: Hey Mr. Loo. Nice timing. :D
LMAO
SO. Break. And. BIOOO.
*enter Dr. Low*
YJ: DR. LOW!!!
*runs over to pose for photo. With James, DH, etc…*
Click. XD.
Yea, I missed him too. Not the fact that he happens to teach a torturous module, but then again…
Dr. Low: *halfway through* It’s…so hot!
Class: Yea man why you no book seminar room? D:
Dr. Low: I…got a plan. The OTHER seminar room was unlocked…so…I’ll see you there in five minutes!
Class: WHOO ON
*shall not go into how bad the module will be. Soon. D:*
Four hours of lesson…can kill. *sighs*
Chem lesson was…foreboding. In a good kinda way. :D
Ms. Wong: There were reports that there was not enough video, animations, etc…so I made a lot of video, animations, fun stuff…then they tell me I only get to teach for five weeks. Boss order’s.
Forgot who: Good wut can slack rite XD
Ms. Wong: yea that’s what I thought at first! Then they told me that while Mr. Izam was teaching I still have to attend. Why? Write report. D:
*random chatter from the back*
Ms. Wong: *sigh* really need to get rid of these three guys man.
Those in front: *turn around to look at…Jeremias*
MMhmm.
Chinese. WJ likes the new arrangement. I would guess so. Can finally utilize the full 3 hours to discuss randomness. XD
Me: Some CCA announced that there would be no meeting that day. Journalism will wait until three and tell us there’s no*bzzz*
*There’s a meeting today! See you there!-Wayne*
*has a telepathic revelation*
I cannot say how hard it is to work under distraction. When the attraction of random internet games while typing an essay is distracting enough. Also, the screen is so…mini…
I should have asked sooner. *learns lesson*
Ian<3: I wann go in and laugh!
Clarice: There’s nothing to laugh at, unless you find a 26-year old balding guy funny.
Me: *can’t help it* ROFLMAO
Galen: It’s good to pretend to hi-five a bald guy…then run the hand through your hair instead, going Can you do this? Huh? *all he can go is WIKIWIKIWIKKK*
So bad rite us. Making fun of those with the shinier heads.
In Journalism one topic was whether we would…get another shot at winning $400 apiece.
JT: Have we submitted anything for the ST comp yet?
Christopher: Huh?
OK…
Later on, when deciding team members, we realize we are short of one. We REALLY ONLY HAVE ONE YEAR THREE?!
JT: How do you know if we even qualify?
Mr. Chin:…We should!
JT: Says a lot…
I object mildly to Annabeth’s views on what good erotica should be. That is all.

Black and Yellow

2011-06-05T00:54:00.001-07:00

Three hours taking about three different days to post.
I must be such a genius.
At what, though, I have no idea. Maybe the field doesn’t exist as a word as a dictionary.
Shall leave that to you to find out.
Me: They’re at, like the bowling alley so let’s take the lift up. (realizes that the bowling alley is…one floor up. Hurm)
DH: Oh…kay…eh. At second floor ah?
Me: Yea. Right here where it says bowling alley.
*walk out of lift*
DH: Isn’t the alley…ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FLOOR WTH
Me: Oh. Erm. Right…
DH: And you fellers saw it and just continued walking?!
Me: You want to go back around…?
DH: Gah, let’s just…go back man! WTH
Me: Would it make any difference we’re already halfway around LOL
DH: It’s saving us a few seconds of our valuable time by not walking the wrong way anymore!
Jit: I think you just wasted that few seconds arguing here :P
Sometimes the polar bear displays such astounding insight I doubt it’s really him with me. Sometimes.
We arrived to realize Mr. Yee was gone. D:
(maybe if Jit and DH hadn’t spent time being fat…)
Yea, anyway. Fake strike with two pins much?
Sounds like the…Student Council application camp was fun. Or something. If anyone wants to kick start training on sleeping irregular ideas, join Student Council :D
(Although I suspect the sadism you get to level at applicants kind of pays off. Bad Tiong.)
Throughout the…I dunno, hour or less we spent there DH and Jit were being pushy guy friends egging on Galen to do the right thing. Mmhmm.
Kallang Leisure park is quite the place for leisure activities. More or less. All that’s lacking is…
…unmentionable. Heh.
Anyhow, arranging a mix for Mr. Yee sounds just less threatening than having to compose something entirely new. Now if only I could find Galen…online zzt.
Awesome Alice in Wonderland Fanfiction. :D Especially after the crap fanfiction.net sometimes dishes out…
You know what? I think there was actually a point to all this posting. Other than Peng Seng finding his panda soft toy and not having enough dosh to pay for it, or DH coaxing Simin on the finer side of life…
Jit: Why would I want simin? She’s ~~flat~~
OK, not the point really but OMG JIT SRSLY MAN
Jit: I was talking to the ppl in Hungary about DH and Shini
DH: Knew you’d talk bad about me around my back backstabber
Jit: Anyway, Jazlene was like HUH WHAT? Even Gloria O.O at her. Then she went I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST NORMAL FRIENDS :O
Clueless kid. Which is much better than I can say for the point of this post. XD

What are Words

2011-06-01T07:03:00.001-07:00

“I want Jazlene!”
So said Simin some time before we boarded the Circle Line. Just one of those :O moments.
Then.
Cyrus: who do you think will be on top, Simin or Jazlene.
SRSLY???
DH: Obviously Jazlene lah, so buff, do bench press on Simin.
And other assorted racist stuff that…I shall not mention. :D
DH: N1 lah pointing finger the other four are pointing back at you!
Jeremias: I’m pointing my whole hand of fingers…
Not sure what they were pointing over, (but I has a sneaking suspicion it concerned the subject of being gay. Or something related).
And all these took three stops, including one distasteful…something that I wouldn’t call artwork involving the photo of one half-constipated sportsman at Stadium station.
Time with Jit and DH at Starbucks was…educational in the least. For them. I think…
Jit: woah DH why you reading this mag ah?
DH: No lah, just happened to…catch my interest…
Jit: Nothing to do with all these hot models right?
DH: yea…eh, they’re seriously exploiting them to promote the technology man. Encouraging. (OK he didn’t really say this last word. Mainly because it’s too long a word for him, but something to THAT extent, now savvy?)
After their…I dunno, quarter pounder of cream in a cup, the next 15 minutes were spent in much…lassitude. By the two who’d just ingested the cream.
Jit: Woargh…can’t…move…
DH: I’ve just, like…gained 10kg or something…fries, Subway, now this…Then later when I get home my mom will be like…Aren’t you one of my son’s friends Jeremias? I’ll go Nope it’s me, mom. Eliciting the response GET OUT THE HOUSE
Me: Eh I go take a walk…and you can come look for me if you feel up to it?
Jit: Later you come back, then you find John Huang and William sitting amid 20 frappucinos.
DH: No lah even William can’t be that fat.
*sigh* Guys. Oh, wait.
Amid confusion (or more likely, a lack of link between on Subway attendant’s eardrum and his brain) of what Subway sandwich cyrus ought received, we found out that James was, unamusingly, not crying in a corner due to not finding anyone in Kallang Leisure Park after taking a taxi there while those who were there earlier were watching a movie.
Peng Seng: Mr. Yee called us using James handphone LOL.
Damn should have called him to come to Clementi where we would be all “waiting” for him. Just so we can see just how many taxi trips he can take.
So. Back to starbucks and potential John Huang and William.
Jit: *to DH* You wanna move?
DH: …Nope!
Me: Mr. Yee is, like, here already man.
DH: oh…we’ll move at 3.10. Promise :D

Begging on Your Knees

2011-05-31T07:23:00.000-07:00

The things I do to go on class outing.
Are better not mentioned. I think. I like the sweet success, though, so I don’t see why not.
In any case…it. Was hot.
So, while I am getting constantly sidetracked by TV tropes, I was sweating my uniform off. Oddly that didn’t happen as much as when I was wearing a…sort of violetish-purple. Either that or the…*insert appropriate color* thing I was wearing does not absorb.
So. Yea. Waiting for the whoopy O Lvl dudes.
And YJ demonstrates some skills as super-thief-with-injured-foot
Simin: Where’s my bag :O
Me: (to Jeremias) Later the next time he comes around YJ will steal Simin. Then we’ll be like *talking talking* Burrh where’d Simin go?
Peng Seng failed to bring clothes (this is outside clothes! *points to uniform*) and Cyrus takes…I dunno, 10 minutes? :O to change into something vaguely resembling what I’m wearing except for the color.
Then. DH went to see of Shi Ni. Ensuing in…
Jit: DH said he was gonna see her off at the bus stop. So I waited 10 min…20 min…30min…HOLY SHIT THEY CAME FROM SCH 1st. You walked all the hell where, exactly???
Still. We got it. And therefore begins our two-hour long trip. More or less.
Outstanding moments where we discussed different versions of Peng Seng’s panda gifts.
Jeremias: A living, breathing polar bear would be nice
Lim Jeck: Jit can just sleep at four…then he’d have the proper markings.
Peng Seng: No I want a smaller one pl0x
*in the train*
Jit: eh how come Simin moving all the way around…around…to here…
Jermias: Doing home run LOL
DH: Home run with…*ahemahem*
*at Circle line station*
DH: No Jeremias, don’t—Beepbeepbeep, sorry, passengers, the train has exceeded its maximum capacity and is…unable to move.
Also, how we scammed Simin. Almost.
*mountbatten*
*simin gets up and…walks out*
DH: :O Oi come back LMAO
*Stadium*
Me: *waits for Simin to walk out* OK bb simin XD
Simin: :P
My abysmal memory…fails me. Sometimes. But I’ll bear with it. I hope.

Till the World Ends

2011-05-25T07:44:00.001-07:00

How do you squeeze five hours of awesomeness into one blog post? (Yes it’s alive. Again. After my traumatisation at the receiving of various examination scripts. Although it was good to know I did better than generally expected)
(Just gonna leave it at that)
Oh, what was I going to talk about? Right. Awesomeness.
It more or less started when trainer Ramesh asked how many of us reckoned this was going to be a complete waste of time.
Mmm. *licks lips* Good start?
Ramesh: My pubic speaking career started around…when I was eight. At that age I had to participate in a…story telling competition in Tamil (Ramesh, by the way, is half Tamil and half German Shepherd XD). And on the day itself I was so nervous I was sweating so much. And at that time I still distinctly remember it was some stupid story about the stupid crow who dropped rocks into a well or bottle to get the water. And at that time I was this fat, shy, boy who—
Me: You could have been the…stones.
Ramesh: I could be the rock. Heh. Anyway I suddenly felt this odd…rumbling from somewhere deep in my stomach. And then…
Class: OMGZZZ
Ramesh: The projectile motion was so…precise. Maybe one day I can do a study. You know, like the splatter shot when a paintball hits someone? *phish* Then, all the kids did what kindergarten kids were best at *stands up* *points finger* EEH! My teacher went up, wiped my mouth, told me to drink a bottle of water in front of all the kids, while I thought heng, torture over, until she was done and said ‘Continue’
It is quite sad that Indian jokes are racist the moment it isn’t an Indian who is doing the telling. Darn.
*skips ahead to where we has this exercise*
Ramesh: In this exercise we will have all of you come to the front before turning around for the “audience” to give a standing ovation!
And do that we did. All 24 of us. Obviously I don’t have that much space up here, with up here referring to my head, so…those most memorable?
Ramesh to LIM JECK: Dude. YOU ARE NOT EATING ENOUGH! Make sure that, if you’re walking along the street on a windy day, don’t jump. Or the wind might just pick you up and…whoosh! You have to hold on to…someone like him *points at da JIT, who smiles and stares*
Ramesh to JIT: You…need…to get in the sun. More. Anyone thinks he seriously looks like the…the…whoever in Twilight.
Class: LMAO
Ramesh: O.o why the reaction
Me: There was this opera of “Twilight” we planned and…we planned for him to be Edward XD
Ramesh: Oh, I see…*turns to Jit* see, you have such evil friends :P
Ramesh to ME(yes this is me and my god complex. Or just my god complex.) : OK. I will tell you, that this is the type of person who will do well, get married, have a good family, and have a successful life.
*after ovation*
Ramesh: Of course, you’re also the type who should NOT take what anyone says seriously.
:P
Ramesh to CLAIRE: You…will meet many guys, who will break up with you, and leave you heartbroken. And when you’re heartbroken enough, you will go get a tattoo that says SCIENCE ROCKS
Claire: Mmm…I’ll go get one right after this. XD
Ramesh to TSEREN: Oh you’re Mongolian :O *to James and YJ* I thought Koreans were cool but, really sorry, he’s Mongolian. Once in a lifetime man! Gonna take a pic with him later :D So, how was the voyage here?
Tseren: Oh…very bumpy. A few thousand kilometers on horseback does that.
Ramesh: So how long did you spend in Mongolia before coming over?
Tseren: Oh…not much time. I lived in Sweden at first.
Ramesh: Ah…so how were the women?
Tseren: Oh, Blonde, tall, pretty…
Ramesh: Tall? That’s good, you don’t have to look at them at eye level.
Ramesh to DH: (darn that guy was just devastating him all the way :P) *looks up one head* *turns to us* How many girlfriends does this guy have?
Me: NONE LMAO
Ramesh: Sure or not? Tsk. You’re in basketball team right?
DH: Yea…?
Ramesh: Ah. I know your type. Those who look cool in high school, uni, and then never amount to anything because they don’t have the brain needed. But it’s OK. Since you’re in the basketball team, you’ll just be bouncing balls all day long.
*some time later*
Ramesh: So, you can sit there and think about that. Oh wait. You can’t. But it’s OK, because whenever someone throws something at a basketball player, he will bounce right back. :D
But, as he made clear, all in good humour. And while we’re on the topic of humour…
Ramesh: The second type of laghter that girls have, is the laughing-without trying to laugh. Tell me a nerd joke…what’s your name?
James: James.
Ramesh: Wow, that’s such a…Korean name! OK nvm just say “nerd joke”
James: nerd joke.
Ramesh: *constipated expression* Now you see, the problem with this kind of laughter is that…laughter is supposed to be the expulsion of air from the mouth when you find something funny. So if you refuse to let the air out of your mouth, it’s going to have to come out somewhere else. That often results in some girls exploding off their seats whenever somebody tells a joke. If the joke is funny enough, they’d rocket all the way to the moon!
Hey, where’d you come from?
Um, couldn’t laugh hard enough at a joke.
Epic just doesn’t cut it when you realize your trainer is a composer and instrumentalist besides being a professional public speaker.
Moving on.
Ramesh to NAT: do you think public speaking is important?
NAT: Urm…dunno?
Ramesh: Public speaking is important. If you don’t have mastery over public speaking, then yu can be a computer worker or a bank manager. But even if you are a bank manager, eventually you have to present your views to those who work below you. If you can’t do that openly, you can speak privately. Do you wish to speak privately to me?
Nat: No…
Ramesh: OK let’s do that all over again. *wrrhhh* Is public speaking important?
Nat: Yes.
XD
Ramesh: some of the problem kids can be…distressing. I once talked to this kid wo stabed someone else. When I asked him why he did it, he said:
For fun lurrh
So I was like…*edging away* urm…you might want to have a change in…hobby? Like, pick up Angry Birds of something? Piuu…splat!
Class: LOL
Ramesh: Yup I can see a lot of AB fans out there.
Good times.XD

Bow Chicka Wow Wow

2011-04-29T06:10:00.000-07:00

Trying to suddenly commit songs to memory RIGHT before exams could be instructive. At least I get the full experience of how it is like to mug hard. Memorise hard. For…Biology. FIRST DAY EXAMS BLAH.
In any case, let’s just say it is horrifying and gratifying to see the days pass so…quickly. School days to damnation…blah. Don’t even know. Random Tuesday much.
By the way, I forget to put in a retarded anecdote regarding Galen’s…tongue in the past week.
Galen: Cos my right jaw is numb, and they put gauze there for my gums, so I used my tongue to push the gauze. Inadvertantly I bit down on my tongue without knowing. But there wasn’t any feeling, so I bit bit bit bit bit…
You…idiot. Seriously.
(Jit had better bring a laptop with mobile Internet or I just might regret the next entire year. Then again, I still have one entire year of possible regrets RIGHT here.)
Why dost thou force me to waste $3.10 on ONE file I am not likely to use forevermore?
And how dost one do better in Chinese?
(That, interestingly, is ONE question many seek to not achieve.)
(Um. That did not make sense)
Running backwards actually creates so much more momentum than running forward at the same speed does. And pacing two…or three people at a time is tiring. With lack of better things to do, though…
PLAY BRIDGE
Ah yes. Random much.
I am sadded by my
Minor failure
And major success in comparison.
Heheh. LIKABOSS.
(Although this time English scamming failed. XD BUT SHOULDN’T PRESENTATION BE ABOUT THE CONFIDENCE :O)
Bah. Suaners like Angela who get 49/50 only because Ms. Bay was being a…dunno. Nitpicker. Whatever. STILL. Makes me feel mediocre.
You could REALLY tell who was marking the scripts. Like, who was the one bothering to write a proper two in the half…who wasn’t…and who eventually couldn’t even bother to write the division line in the fraction. Heh.
Exams=STRESSSTRESSSTRESS

Empire State Of Mind

2011-04-27T06:55:00.000-07:00

Why does life suck?
Any takers?
Thought not.
Though it was good that I have more time today. A chance at stress relieving was gained, so What The Hell.
I remember mentioning that my blog would be shut down all the way till…somewhere last week. Right now I have an Economics presentation due tomorrow which I haven’t exactly prepared for due to a…rushed report, and exams are round the week-ner.
So I wonders whether not to bring it down under again. *sigh*
But while the week still stands I ought to stand by it. THIS IS—never mind.
Blah working on music for 4 hours straight. And not bothered to do transition parts for quantum leaps. :P
Ah well. At least it’s done. No 1812 Overture D:
Anyway. I wonders what they did for English. Nothing fun, probably.
If I could sleep for Physics I would. Except for the fact that my Physics grades are plummeting due to ONE topic. Which isn’t taught right now. SO I SHALL THERE. But I can’t sleep sitting up. :O *self-own* BLARFURGNARG.
Boarding. Huh. WANNA JIT AS ROOM MATE HOW’M I GONNA GET MOM TO AGREE?
The things we get up to after school. And the friends that Claire has. :X

On The Floor

2011-04-26T07:23:00.000-07:00

Bah. As if The FIRST biology module wasn’t enough.
Dr. Low: There will be 40 MCQ questions
Class: :O
Dr. Low: …And 3 structured questions. How many marks do you think they will be worth?
Me: 60 marks GGGG
Dr. Low: Well, if you say so…
*write 20 marks*
Class: *heng*
*each*
Class: Holy crap GGGG
I mean, you might be leaving and all, but Why does our parting leave us with so much sorrow…:O
Dr. Low: This is the…most friendly and responsive class I’ve taught!
*sweet wrapping for MOST TALKATIVE XD*
Luv ya, hope to see you again :D
In any case, Integration begins to bother me. So much. Why can’t these things operate EXACTLY like addition versus subtraction? D:
IRRITATION EVERYDAY BLABLEURGH
And stupid lonely Tuesday next week. What a randommer. ZZT.
And the best part is, we don’t get any revision.
Hang on. That’s something *ahem* like a GOOD chance to play cards *ahem* mope. I dunno.
In a quiz, I learnt that sometimes Murphy’s laws does not apply no matter how hard it tries. I mean, EACTLY THE SAME SCORE FOR THREE QIZZES IN A ROW? :O
*yes there are differing ratios but heck*
Also, I must remind myself to ALWAYS TRUST MY FIRST SENSE. Unlike, of course…
WJ: Jun Hui, with reference to your score, I can recommend that whatever answer you would liketo put down, look for something else. That may help. I mean, getting 2/20 is as difficult as getting 18/20
Wallao. Suan la. Now if ONLY I got 20/20 :(
*sigh* I see a day of no-lifing trying to remember all the names and characteristics of the Life, Universe, and Everything.
Econs BLAHFURGNARG.
Need. TO. Play. Cards. More. (V)

Just Can't Get Enough

2011-04-25T06:49:00.001-07:00

Right. So I‘m blogging again.
Which makes me wonder: can I possibly hit 403 posts at the end of the year?
*Looks at blog post count*
*Too lazy to count with fingers*
Blah.
Anyhoo, some wacky things happened in the time I was just to freaking busy to post. Or too lazy. But whatever.
Occasionally you pause to wonder about the wonders of technology. In the past, students would slog at tables busy writing down answers that they have copied off their friends. Later on they slog at computer desks busy writing down answers they have copied off Google.
In the more recent week I believe majority of the year Four students have been fuming at computer desks waiting for the utterly !@$%^&* slow network on the MasteringPhysics website. Whose idea was it to use such a buggy website anyway?
Still. 157% percent sounds good. At least I actually knew what I was doing 99% of the time. :D
Lately I realize that I have been the progenitor of much sarcasm.
Dr. Low: As you know, most of you didn’t do well in this quiz…
Me: I did :D
Class: N1 Mugger
It is, fun, though to poke fun at Lim Jeck. Where both words are meant in the most literal sense of the word.
It is also heartening to seethe power of the media in ways, that, say, spread the word (or the picture) of the X13 M1N6 W31’s…I dunno. Not too big an issue for not too big a man.
Still. It was pleasant to do well for da quiz. Seriously. The last week, on the other hand…
Well then. Math went well. Not. Reminder of my inadequate follies. Or is it the other way round?
Biology was better. Much. I mean, 19/20 isn’t bad, is it? :D. Until you consider that I had about 2 seconds to get full marks and I didn’t. Blah.
I need some more brain storage space, after remembering the scope of TWO Biology examinations.
Also, it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed air-conditioned rooms for such a long period of time. And engaged in much poking of fun.

2011-03-30T06:02:00.000-07:00

It is tiring to keep up blogging.
And finally, I am much too tired.
With these posts I shall sound the death-knell of my blog. Until I am otherwise disposed to do so.

I though it fitting that, with no video ever in the history of my blog, I thought it fitting to end off with one.

Triumphant Song

2011-03-26T23:07:00.000-07:00

Stupid Tiong eh come back online pl0x.
MAAD=ROUSING SUCCESS!!! XD
Not that I did much, anyway. But, hey, at least I didn’t get to hear Gamelan play horrifically off-tune Just The Way You are, so that’s probably good.
I am going to carve myself up every Physics lesson from now on ARGH. But I was doing so already anyway. :( Boring, sleep-inducing subject. ZZT. *chews lip*. Test next week nuuu. I need to power of being able to stand studying…5 hours straight. Or not.
So we finds the half an hour break an opportune time to do last minute studying. VERY last minute studying (as usual).
And I end up missing an i. As usual. WASTED *fingers twitch*
Galen: Lamprey=condoms with teeth
Hmm. Wouldn’t like using one of those.
YAY Mr. Yee shaved the stubble now no looka lika hobo no more. XD.
Supposedly we were all :D because Mr. Yee said he was just going through two pages.
It took all of the…allotted lesson time. Blah.
And I feel like arguing with those…arguments.
So…pottering about before Odyssey concert. A bit like the little trek I took with TC on Thursday.
TC: If Russia was all fertile land, any Russian with sufficient dosh could probably buy a plot of land the size of Singapore!
Me: Then that Russian would say, when visiting Singapore, Singapore ah? That country a bit small, right…my roses cover about that area.
TC: WTH you just blew my mind. Exactly HOW BIG is that guy’s yard huh?
By the way, our road trip consisted of: TC and me take lift to 5th storey so he can put his bag at the Lounge. Walk to Canteen where TC buys snack. Walk back to take lift to 5th storey. I get my bag.
Yea, you get the point.
We were discussing punishments the other day.
NCC: Pushups and standing still
Dance: A variety of splits and stretches
Basketball: Extra training
Journalism: Hurm. Firstly, we need to confirm the idea of late. Any suggestions?
Ooh. Odyssey concert was so awesome XD.
I got to grin at Yang Qian.
Candice: YQ! *points at me*
Me: *grin*
YQ: Huh? AH! (slow tsktsk)
And me learns to play Just The Way You are on the…vibraphone.
Vivian: :O What’s a vibraphone?
Me: A…phone that vibrates!
Vivian: ||| and what might that be for?
Me: Urm…phone sex? Inappropriate much XD.
Everyone was nervous.
Nervousness brings out the…random effects in people, which are on occasion quite amusing to watch.
And I mourn the loss of life for when the MAs were folding programme booklets. GG?
Feet shaking. Not too good a sign. Either that, or it’s been too cold. Aha.
I KNEW it’d…not be serious. Especially the part where Dr. Wong tosses a couple of rocks/bullets on the dying man…then subsequently revives him. :O.
DH: Now I never want to leave tonight, with this large-ass pile of food!
*agrees*

Peacock

2011-03-24T07:27:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is FRIDAY.
That should be foreboding. For the most part though life has been enjoyable. Is enjoyable if I hadn’t suddenly found myself at the end of a series of unfortunate decisions, memories and mark recently.
Yes, mark. But. Screw that.
The coming of morning was the realization that people can, in fact, be incredibly retarded.
Ming Wei: Hey, what do you think will happen if I drop this bag?
Me: But it’s only one storey…oh, never mind. Go ahead.
Ming Wei: Imagine…*drops bag*
POW
*Me, Ming Wei and Victor look down*
*see water spilling out of the bag*
Ming Wei: HOLY SHIT MY BOTTLE *rushes down to…I dunno. Save stuff in the bag?*
Me: DOOD n1 RETARDED?!
*sees HUGE hole punched STRAIGHT through the bottle cap*
LMAO. DumbArse.
Chinese was. Bad. Bad bad. Wu Jiong making my life difficult. :(
PE was badbad too. In the first set of pull ups I miscalculated, consequently slipping due to lack of grip and then…landing on my knees. Not the butt. That would have been so ungainly, no?
Then I did the second set, miscalculated less, but apparently it was not enough and therefore I landed on my toe. Hard.
Jumping capability compromised. Which in the end didn’t matter so much.
STUPID SHOES SLIPPING. WTH.
Jit: EH JAMES YOU MTFK how ur shoes got SO MUCH FRICTION ONE AH???
9.4 secs no kidding. Bah.
Nat: Eh why is Gabriel following us huh?
Me: *ahem* following SIMIN *ahem**ahem*
Woah. English was Good. I mean, watching movies every four lessons was GREAT, but with Mr. Chin back being Sandbag Commandant, I guess it’d be good to have a friendly teacher.
A very friendly teacher.
Ms. Koo: I have heard things about your class…
Class: o.O
Ms. Koo: No, I see you all looking at me thinking hey must be something bad right…No, I’ve heard nothing but good things about your class.
Later on…
Ms. Koo: yea, you guys are said to make a lot of noise. And that’s not a bad thing!
Ms. Koo: You guys are my LAST HOPE to do well for English.
Oh noes.
Ms. Koo: I was so impressed my DH and Galen. They have the CONFIDENCE, and capability to present crap and capture the attention of the class even when they’re talking some rubbish…
Proness. Heh.
Ms. Koo: And I believe, Jit Wu, that J.Lau has fallen in love with you!
Class: WOAH GG
Ms. Koo: Yes. First it was the Advert presentation where they were going on and on about a Yap Jit Wu burger. Everyone was laughing except me because I didn’t KNOW what was going on. Later on J.Lau wrote about you in his print advert. Today, when I went to 402, J.Lau told me to “watch out for Jit Wu”. That’s how I know.
N1 lah.
Ms. Koo: Oh, yes. Late coming. I hope that will not be a regular occurrence.
Tseren: Yea, Claire…
Ms. Koo: Oh, I’m sure that she can make sure you people are not late…
Tseren: No! she’s the one who’s late, whole day long being late because of going to the toilet with Cyrus.
Class: WOAH n1
Ms. Koo: Hmm, I can see that this class has a lot of…scandals…
You learn. Every lesson. :D
Ms. Koo: as you know, I’m an attention seeker, and would like you to pay attention to me for most of the time and not leave me feeling out of the loop and emo-ing in a corner.
Me: You could turn off all the lights and leave one directly over you. (V)
Ms. Koo: Well…that’s an idea…
DH: Then when you turn on the lights you see everyone ZZZ
Ms. Koo: Oh, yes, that’s another problem I’m scared of…
Me: *ahem*the Koreans*ahem*
During the break, we were seeing a gay corner/taupok unfold at the originally quiet corner of the relatively small seminar room where James was originally emoing about his Physics marks. Until others came along.
On the other side of the door, DH and co. were pigging out on fried fishballs.
Jit: CB WTH nvr tell me WTF
Apparently he was eating with one hand, getting the beehoon with another, and then filling cups with teh tarik and chuggin’ them.
While the projector was screwing up.
Ms. Koo: Sometimes my Math not too good, so 5 minutes may magically shrink or stretch…
PS: N1 5 min so long XD
Random comment:
Nicole: Simin come closer, so I can eat you properly XD
Simin: Huh Nuuu *moves away nervously*
Nicole: Put your finger in my mouth OMNOMNOM
Completing sentences is crucial. In life and all in good fun.
Ms. Koo: You see, people may not be giving birth because…
Me: Our males have been neutered XD
****
Ms. Koo: If you really cannot make it then I advise you to…
Me: Bribe the teacher…
Ms. Koo: Oh, no, not that, rather…aim for a B- *turns to look at YJ and gang*
Jit: It’s all 7 of you LMAO
Yao Rui: How do you drop English?
Ms. Koo: Oh, I’m sorry although NUS High IS a specialized school, but you CAN’T drop English. I mean, Lim Jeck is a Math guru…
Class: GOD
Ms. Koo: OK, god, but I’m pretty sure right now he’s somewhere in Lalaland already.
I expect much awesomeness ahead.
On a side note, I miss Mr. Tan Gim Yong. :(

Rocketeer

2011-03-23T07:23:00.001-07:00

How to self-own epicly, that is the question.
The same way that Jit loses his passport 3 hours before the flight, but that’s a different topic altogether. I wonder HOW he got back. Cargo shipping a polar bear?
Mr. Yee shouldn’t have shaved his head. Bah. Makes him look like a hobo. Or someone just out of rehab. The stubbly beard and moustache makes him look that way, I mean. Not the baldness.
Everyone notices that I cut my hair too. Mainly because if I just let it grow on and on, pretty soon I’ll have my very own Leaning Tower of Hairsa.
That means I can’t whip my hair back and forth, on account of the stiffness. :P
Hmm. Internet crashes with all vital signs still up and running. Fiber optic cables, anyone?
Oh, hang it all.
You see, the small mercies of live include the one that through swapping of lessons, Ms. Wong effectively pushed the Biodiversity quiz slated for this week down to the latest day possible. :D
The flipside is the OTHER module. And the lack of cleverness of certain people, both literally and… literally.
Wireless keyboard is so cool :D. Claire owning the mouse holders is pretty retarded, which is saying something considering some of the holders of the mouse. (The keyboard and mouse came in a set :O proness)
And Ms. Wong has been one of the few teachers who has almost consistently let us have an early end to the lesson.
Raphael*comes in late as usual*
Ms. Wong: STOP, what is a chemical reaction?
Raphael: Uh…*realize that Claire is typing every word of this, including answers like shit, who cares, and the like for previous answers to the same question…well, not this asterisked section but…ah, screw* When two reactants combine to form new chemical product!
Ms. Wong: And that is…correct! You can go sit down.
Everyone: WOAH model student sia.
HOW AM I GONNA COMPLETE COMMONWEALTH ESSAY RAWR.
Msn can go jumping off cliffs. Whee!
The downside of electing to play Blackjack with a unlucky feller and a girl who screams every 3 minutes on average, and both acting like they have a combined age of…7, is, well, you get the idea.
Raphael was telling me how bad sergeants could be.
Captain: One of the soldiers’ mothers died. You need to inform him.
Sergeant*walks up to soldier*: Your mother died.
Soldier: :(
Captain: Sergeant, next time break it to them gently.
*next month*
Captain: Another soldiers’ mother has died. Remember, break it to him gently.
Sergeant: *calls for assembly of all troops* OK, all those with mothers, please step forward…Not so fast, soldier…
Damn that’s just…
Lengthy discussions about the craziness of Russians, idiocy of Americans, and the bloody unbelievability of the Chinese is probably good for my mental health.
Random fact: The fourth most powerful earthquake in the last 50 years was at a remote…bomb testing site. 8.5 on the Richter scale. :)

Hold It Against Me

2011-03-22T07:09:00.000-07:00

Good Lord.
I feel out of touch of blogging suddenly. Maybe it’s the week of lack of blogging.
That will be changed.
Starting from Friday, Friday…No, seriously, it’s TUESDAY, whatcha gonna say huh?
The first thing I found out in the morning was the absolute misinformer Galen had to potential to be.
Cyrus: Wait, what bio quiz is next week? WHERE’S GALEN?!
Sad life man. People staying up late to study bio.
Cyrus DIDN’T sleep.
I stayed up to watch anime.
You know, there’s a thing about imaginary numbers that…
Nevermind. Puns get irritating at some stage.
Mr. Yee: I will make you climb down 5 storeys and run back up!
Me: Aiyah, Jeremias will take the simpler route. He will jump out, land of the ground, and bounce right back up!
Mr. Yee: :O what are you trying to imply ah?
Galen: No lah, cos ground floor got trampoline! Ah…
Bio. Is getting. BLAH. Polymerases are not only irritating, they are also irritating, and irritating. Why are there THREE TYPES? :O.
*dies for bio*? *and everything else, but bio first*
Galen: LOL ltr Dr. Low give SURPRISE POP QUIZ
Me: Right…on central dogma of genetics. GG
Guess what?
He did.
We should learn how to keep out traps shut from now on.
Unfortunately, we have only JUST started planning for the game. And let’s no go into the bio vid.
NUCLEAR BOY! :D Must stay away from poop now on.
Also, it was very fun torturing information out of Cyrus.
Mr. Chin had the…kindness? Good sense? To not cancel Journalism, and then not turn up.
*likes his style*
Gretel and Hansel (V) for suicidal people. Gives them as many ways of dying as possible.
The Choir teacher was so good. And we were so lousy. *I was lousy but I tend to avoid putting myself down in keeping up with my image*
BUTBUTBUT stupid mic only WORKS IN ONE DIRECTION. Like Whaaa?
Choir teacher: LOL you are not pronouncing the words properly! LOL
Choir: *sings halfway*
Choir teacher: *titters*
:(
Now I needa learn pro-nun-shia-shion like a British.
On a related note, the 007 themes were HILARIOUS
Dr. Wong: Eh Dun laugh, this is SERIOUS business.
PIUPIUPIU
LMAO.
So they were having a hard time deciding when to introduce the gunshots (or kiddy laser pistol shots, but let’s not digress from the topic)
Sankar*halfway walking*
SUDDENLY
PIUPIUPIU
*sankar stops and motions to stop the gunshots*
PIUPIUPIUPIUPIUPIUPIUPIU
For the first time I realized that being MA has its ups and downs.
LMAO.
Then the choir for that was like *had to watch them being retarded* and unble to sing.
MW and I were eating pizza, watching a good comedy, in an air-conditioned room. What more could we want?
HAPPY BDAY DH

Marry You

2011-03-18T07:12:00.000-07:00

You know.
Somehow the post just below looks just a bit too scathing.
So I shall just leave it there. I’m feeling scathing at the moment.
DAMN. IT. ALL.
There. Moving on.
Class outing left me empty.
Well, most things leave me either empty of full of worry nowadays. So. Former sounds better. :O
It must have been such a sight at Paya Lebar station.
Claire: I should distance myself from you guys.
Well, no wonder. Sometimes our enthusiasm for cards goes a little too far.
DH: I went to have a look, and realized that the tables were for some…banking advice or what not.
Me: We could go there, sit down and play Poker. High finance, buddy.
Damn shoulda hitched a ride with Claire’s mom earlier. Then maybe we wouldn’t need to see DH going around being a retard.
Claire: Usually when I wait here there ARE taxis.
DH: OK *picks random leaf* Look here this is magic leaf it can block out all of us and leave Claire to flag down the taxi! AHAHAHAHA
High ALREADY. Tsktsk.
Playing Texas Hold’em over drinks is…cool. Somehow. Two aces may have had something to do with that, but…
Seriously, the class outing comprised mostly of cards, mahjong, Monopoly, more mahjong.
And lots of beverages.
With pizza.
And BBQ BUT I HAD TO LEAVE EARY RAWR.
PS: Can’t Use that tap I can’t turn it.
Me: *flips tap up*
*Tap gushes*
Me: N1?
Da swing brings back memories
Me and Josh Chew: WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WICH YOU A MERRY—
James: STOP SINGING DAMMIT *tries to get off quickly swinging swing*
Galen popped by for drinks for half an hour. Then left for SMP.
I wonder if that was entirely wise.
DH has his take.
And I’m not saying anything about that :X
The session after Monopoly was…much hard work. By others. With ice-cream. Using mine.
Mixed messages are interestingly…mixed sometimes.
Me: Hurry up I need to leave soon.
*three rounds of discarding later*
Me: WIN *leaves*
Yes I owns.
Because I has finished almost all my holiday home work :D

Pray

2011-03-14T07:17:00.000-07:00

House carnival was boring. BORING. And physically educating XD.
Over and Out.
And SOMEBODY needs to teach the art of Rick Rolling PROPERLY. DOOD.

Like It's Her Birthday

2011-03-11T04:26:00.001-08:00

A one day lag is better than two, but that just means I tend to concentrate less and less on the piling homework.
I GETS MY NETBOOK BACK AFTER TWO MONTHS :D I’m so HAPPY. *jumps over moons*
DH: OK, we have…Physics assignment, Chem Assignment, Bio Project, Math Assignment, Econs project, English portfolio, Chinese essay and diary writing, DV commentaries…what else?
Me: Well…nothing I’d say. We don’t have any more subjects.
Yes Year Four life just blows. *crashes down*
This morning was a learning experience. For some people. Why is the piano still damp D:
DH: You could like learn to sing along, then we could invite all the girls here so they could squeal or something…
Me: *starts singing along to chorus of Just The Way You Are (yes I know I keep playing that but rarely does it sound so nice and…complete on the screwed second-hand piano! XD)*
DH and Shini: :O
Yep I know I rox :D
Maybe the constant lesson swaps are getting to me. I dunno. But next week is holiday homework week godammit ARGH.
I went to count the number of projects there were, and came to the realization that the number of days in a holiday was even less than that. :O.
I hope I didn’t screw up English. It looked pretty tricky :X
Mr. Chin: You have to write in about social problems…
Jit: I got one valid social problem
I’m pretty sure I screwed up Music. The software is, by itself, pretty screwy. WTH screw.
How do I skip home more?
GG Ms. Wong tells Mr. Yee that YJ doesn’t understand English? No wonder he was so pissed after Chemistry. Kick chair and slam table summore.
Can’t beat Mr. Lee Kim Hun.
*Chinese national student doesn’t copy example during lesson*
Mr. Lee: Why aren’t you copying the example? Please do not waste your time liddat. Do you think your parents sent you all the way here to waste your time?
DOOD. Seriously???
On the other hand, sarcasm is an art done only by the best.
I shall not elaborate on the circumstances under which I learnt this. Except that Jeremias LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE WILLIAM’S BROTHER.
DH: Sorry, passengers, but the plane has exceeded it weight limit. We are currently attempting to establish the cause before takeoff. Then Jeremias says, “Sorry I’ll take my finger off about right now”
Funny. Our bus survived.
DH: You know why Jeremias and William are on opposite halves of the bus? This is to ensure the bus doesn’t topple!
Jit: Dude that just means our bus will become Titanic MK II=split into two halves lengthwise
Galen(who is sitting in the middle seat of the back row): Oh. Oh shit. I feel the tension already…
DH: Eh William where’s your half-brother ah?
William: Jeremias ah? He—
DH: N1 lah insult fat people.
Galen: Damn never heard so much suan packed in one regular sentence.
Of course, there is also the nerdy method of insulting the personalities of different people.
Really shan’t go into details. Best left to the experts.

What The Hell

2011-03-10T05:35:00.001-08:00

Today. Aching. Argh.
Chinese was so much. Retardedness. Oh yeah need to rmbr something tmrw. Or not.
Somehow I managed to squeeze a time slot out of everyone’s packed schedule for extra Chinese lessons. GG le.
So essentially today we were doing some kind of…spelling competition?
DH VS Jun Hui VS Jeremias-->GG Hwa Chong representative man!
WJ: If many wrong then is HC representative…if many right then is NUS High representative!
In the end, it doesn’t even matter.
I did that on purpose. Not on pun-purpose, but on purpose-purpose, because DH to proleh. XD.
Later, Jit, YY and Roy PK
WJ: Although Roy failed, he is still the best among the three.
Hmm. We only had 5 questions. One mark per question. XD
Me VS Tiong VS Simin.
Simin def sick today. Somewhere. Or else how she write so many wrong. One out of five lehh.
Then WJ dunno sumthing wrong minus Tiong 0.25 marks for untidy handwriting? N1
Wah seh. PE tiring sia. At least not doing 6 rounds.
Actually I preferred six rounds. At least I feel less inadequate. Needa break 222 :X
And more pull-ups dammit.
Peng Seng: Mr. Yee will have 3 reasons to be angry…THREE TABLES SUMMORE So pro man u ppl.
Aha. But the Social Network was awesome k thx. Especially the Eduardo gets pissed off scene.
“I’d like to freeze this account with the $19000”
Later on:
“Hey we’d like to offer you $500,000 investment for your company”
Nice one owned already and he didn’t realize. What a retard. Then again, he was an economist major who got scammed by his own lawyers who worked in the company he co-owned…or not. 1000% dilution beat that.
In the end Mr. Yee did come GG :O
Nuu I made a set of screwed up decision.
Firstly I should not have skipped a free one-hour writing session, which happened to be surprisingly simple, seeing as I was “involved” in the talk.
Then later because I went to a talk for laughs I missed the chance to go see the innocent (no I’m just kidding) Year Threes and talk about the inappropriate innuendoes Yu Jian taught me the other year.
On the other hand, what if they change the format again?
“By the way, we have an Outdoor Challenge component which you can’t prepare for! Good luck!”

Way Back into Love

2011-03-09T05:21:00.000-08:00

Why do I have the time to post this in reverse order?
One of life’s bigger mysteries, hot on the heels of me complaining the difficulty of posting.
Basically I forgot about Math. Maybe because I was doing something else. That being said, I attempted to do Bio during Math on Tuesday but decided I should watch my graph this time around. GRARAWR.
Stupid little India ink eating thingies. Move around and about so fast.
Me: Where are you noobs
*zip past*
*stops*
*tumbles about and around up and down for no better reason than for the absolute fun of it*
*disappears*
Me: WTH
*halfway thru Bio*
Me: DH Do you remember what you forgot last week?
DH:…GG I DO
See, every week I always think about playing cards later after Bio and thus remind
So, after treating the $285 instrument with high respect, and trying to look for cells for the better part of an hour,
Dr. Low: Actually you could just turn down this iris lever…
DH: Oh WTH So clear!
GG man wrong graph so bio prac SCREWED. D:
I emoes?
Anyway. Chinese so GG. Blah. First thing WJ come in start talking about our test like uber GG le. Average marks just below 60% point wth. Even the highest scorer got 75% only. Like, an A2. In other words, O Lvl prolly only one A2 for our class?
On the other hand, that highest scorer mentioned was …me.
Yes that sounds so suan I know. Butbutbbut. NUUU. I GOT SUANED.
Comprehension: 24/25
Summary: 11/20
WTS. That’s like, less than 80% of the class? WTcrap?
*emoes again*
Assembly program was so retarded.
Supposedly it was a House Meeting.
More like an organized 5-minute announcement time to announce the Handball and Tagball players. Or Handball and Rugball. Whatever.
Then.
Happy surprise ball games!
Apparently it seemed, for a while, to be Nobellians VS Faradians.
Or not. Year for against Year Three?
Whatever. It was so cool. And kinda failure. And very laughable. LMAO.
Pass. Pass-ZOOM! Overhead.
Pass. Pass. Pass. Oops. Bouncebouncecatch.
Lim Pin too pro le.
Then again, all the Year Fours were like TOWERING.
*Halfway through “Assembly”*
Journalism cancelled GG?

Born This Way

2011-03-08T06:09:00.001-08:00

The deed of blogging is becoming rather a chore.
Mostly because of the general borify-ing of school life these days. But I try. XD
For these few days I’m emo-ing beside Galen by poking him because Jit happens to be not here.
Jit: First Physics Department demanded a break for those participating in the Olympiad. Then Math Department requests a one-month break for those training for the IMO. Now the Bio department is planning a THREE month break for those training to be in the IBO. GG?
Oh gawd. How can a person stand studying ONE subject for three months straight? I’d string my guts out.
Speaking about guts, watching sea cucumbers s[ill their guts was cool. Literally spilling, of course. Which brings me to emo about the wasted chance for a nice horror story I could have written a month ago. Involving worms and guts, coincidentally.
“Goddammit this worm can’t be longer than my guts?! *Pulls harder…and harder*”
My personal favourite quote of the story. What a silly, silly guy. If only he had the skills of creatures a few steps down the evolutionary ladder from him. Heh.
Anyway. Math was so. Tedious. I hatez vectors? And the random calculators keys.
More teenagers are loitering on the streets, according to the news.
I’m betting they ain’t NUS High students.
Should I finally start working OT?
Every Friday I feel slightly guilty. Other people stay up till 2 to do homework. I stay up to the same time watching late night movies.
Found Bio file :D. I’m saved.
Anyone wants to challenge Nicole at Bridge…ONE ON ONE?
While on that topic, I turnedaround during Math, and suddenly Nicole went RAWR NOMNOMNOM
Her pm: NOMNOMNOM
Uh-oh.
Shreyas is so cute! XD
Aha pedo-ish.
*reminds oneself to go pedo the Year Threes when they do NSC test*
*wonders who the Physics teacher in charge of NSC is*
*wonders how come everyone did so badly for Chinese test*
*wonders how Justin can possibly worry about HIS results*
Now it’s probably time for me to go hunch over with my chin on my fist. Thinking too much.
Annabeth: WHY are you writing erotica at SEVEN?
Me: Dreams are GOODTEACHERS!
Randomly during Recess:
Me *reaches over backwards and wraps hands around MW’s neck*
MW: ARGH WTH
I’m ready to kill him everywhere.
It rained at 3 in the morning.
Then it rained again for 15 minutes
Rain+rain=flooded classroom WTH
WE NEED AIRCON CLASSROOMS.

This Love

2011-03-04T06:41:00.000-08:00

Bzzt. You gotta love Journalism. I know I do. Especially when I’m not holding any EXCO posts.
Until next year, when I become one of the only three Year 5s. I’m so screwed.
Holy crud. RUSSELL YOU KNOW TOO MUCH YOU SHALL DIE.
GG how Mr. Yee AWL again. Then Tseren and Galen late summore.
Claire: Hey Tseren I received an SMS from Mr. Yee this morning saying he would be on MC and you would be late. I mean, he’s obviously home if he were on MC, then how would he know if you were going to be late?
Tseren: :O WTH obviously I SMS-ed him first. What are you thinking?
*ahem*defensive*ahem*
During Physics we had a revision session. During which I spotted both Peng Seng and Young Joo bending over James’ lap, and Cyrus bouncing a clenched fist off his. Lap. Hmm.
GG Physics test was actually trickier looking than I expected. Or not. I live in denial.
Dr. Pek can really talk. I mean, I’ve noticed but it’s never been to my non-benefit. Until today :O. Now the session is going to have to be pushed to…term 2? God darn.
And I need to look for the 401 guys. Don’t ask.
One learns a lot from practicals. Such as people having the ability to not follow provided instructions.
*After I return from weighing two grams of stuff*
Me: JIT WTH DID YOU JUST DO
Jit: Aren’t you supposed to just pour everything in?
Me: *mentally explodes*
*later on*
Me: Sometimes the quality of work isn’t actually as good as I hope. Mostly due to the person next to me. *looks left to Jit*
Galen: Yea. Similar effects *thumbs at DH*
Phew failed to smash a measuring cylinder.
Now I understand why 403 is doing better at Math. I mean, seriously. Too much noise.
Cyrus left the Chemistry lab the earliest…and comes the latest?
Tseren: Probably caught by male rapists…
Me: Now we know what you think about in your free time.
A Year one girl made her male classmate cry.
What an insult to men.

Like it's her Birthday

2011-03-04T04:56:00.000-08:00

When I got here today I REALLY didn’t want to blog, so here.
I am, blogging.
By the way, Jit distracted me again with new manga chapter.
At least there’s always Wikipedia to help fill in the random gaps.
Shall choose a more interesting day to blog about. Like Monday. I mean, usually Thursday is all well and good, but with Mr. Chin going AWL and all, it was mostly just Monopoly Deal, Monopoly Deal and MORE Monopoly deal. A game that is getting irritating with each time I play it.
I need to buck up for PE. Lie, in every possible way :O. Or get a sex change just for the NAPFA test.
Ms. Wong sounded funny. And I wish I remembered the wording for that darn quiz.
Physics test tomorrow :O
And now, Monday.
We should have more lessons in Seminar Rooms.
Claire: They’ll need to clean up the air-conditioners. I have some…dust allergy, so I’ll start sneezing whenever there’s dust.
Dr. Low: You were sneezing?
Me*while rooting hopelessly for my missing pen*: She was…
Claire: Yea, I dunno, my whole family’s like that. When my brother walks past wet paint, he gets rashes.
GG?
Dr. Low: Right…so next time we can use you as a bio-indicator of dust!
And we actually completed Bio-lesson faster than expected in the seminar room :D. More lessons in air-con FTW
Assembly was such a joke. For three reasons.
1. Faraday’s performance. If you want to do a dance with more than 10 people, you had better coordinate it darn well.
2. Fleming’s performance. A dunce hat REALLY doesn’t make a convincing god.
3. Right in the middle of assembly Wayne springs s surprise cancellation of CCA. LOL?

Her Name is Alice

2011-03-02T06:24:00.001-08:00

GG. What a dumb day.
And it all begins with my voluntary sojourns to class to clean it up. I should make it a habit from now on. :D
So DH was strumming da guitar, Cyrus was sleeping and Shi Ni was playing the utterly ruined piano lika retard.
DH: Eh Yu Han go play that…song. She like it very much one!
Me: You mean she knows any songs?
Shi Ni: Oi! *tries to hit me*
*I start playing “Just The Way You Are”*
DH: Eh you recognize this?
*Gabriel walks in*
Gabriel: *after about half a minute* Oh! I know this song!
DH: N1 Shi Ni do YOU?
Shi Ni: *gives blank ~HUH~ look*
Gabriel: Eh I listen to Jay Chou songs and even I recognize this—and this is definitely not Jay Chou.
Me: DOOD I play for so long still cannot hear?
Gabriel *mouths song title at her*
Shi Ni: OH! LMAO
Holy crap. Blonde. Seriously.
Let me relate another tale, of a week ago.
Shi Ni: eh why I dun have Internet?
DH: DOOD You haven’t turned on the Wi-fi LOL
Shi Ni: *turns on Wi-fi* Eh still dun have leh!
Me: You got connect to the network in the first place or not?
WTH lah.
Anyway, enough of her. Let’s talk about me. I like talking about me.
Everyone noticed the scratches on my arms. Everyone was overly concerned.
Mr. Yee: Eh how come your hand got these scratches?
Cyrus: Holy crap why are there scratches are you OK.
Blah. Jagged, short nails=bad when I scratch myself
DH: GG must be Claire trying to shadow scratch me and Jit…ten missed both of us and hit you. Can’t even see her fingers move.
I like that explanation. XO
Still. English today. Was so. Blah. Who cares. Lets just wait and see what missing one whole paragraph does.
Galen: :O Did you leave lines?
DOOD if I left lines where would I be left with HUH?
Music was good. I likes pulling red lines out of nowhere.
Me: Shit there’s supposed to be a red line here what are we gonna do?
*clicks lyric and drags a red line out from nowhere*
Jit: Hurm…
I like pair work. Unless we’re going to convert that into Garageband? :O.
Can’r even remember Physics. Except talking about nothing BUT physics. Like, say, how Galen’s new thumbdrive looks like Jit. XD Swallowing hazard, huh?
*hey seriously it’s cute*
Galen: Jeremias, we will *pulls apart thumbdrive cover* do this. Let’s say this is the whiteboard. *places upper half of Po’s body* ad this is the back of the classroom *places Po’s legs*
Clear enuff? XD
Thereafter ensued the fastest game of Monopoly Deal ever. Under one minute BEAT THAT.
And then, I found out how powerful rent cards could be at pissing off people. XD
Da Vinci.
“When a visitor walks in, he’s going to think, there’s something VERY wrong with this school”
Yea. Seriously, I mean, they could put at least minimal thought into planning a proper module.
*more incriminating evidence*

Sunday Morning

2011-03-01T06:14:00.001-08:00

Yea. Such Bullshit.
On the other hand, there is probably the other factor of me not having enough time to post regularly. Besides the especial content censors. Anyway.
Math was such a great session.
Mr. Yee: I have got a lot of complain from the other teachers about you people. Actually the girls are OK, but I heard that the BOYS like TOUCHING each other! CYRUS, RAPHAEL, YJ, JAMES,
Galen: LOL
Mr. Yee: GALEN YOU DUN LAUGH YOU’RE ALSO ONE OF THEM.
Galen: What?!
GG n1. Dint hear my name mentioned, which was good.
Mr. Yee: DH, Jit Wu
DH: I was DEFENDING MY BREAD MAN.
Galen: eh what BS then Nicole leh?
Mr. Yee Huh no she only do that in MY class. And even so only point point point and laugh.
Galen: WHERE GOT LIDDAT ONLY?!
I gotta agree on that particular point. She has many short term goals, and all of them comprise of eating the person closest to her. :O
Jit: I think, right, Galen keep on touching Clare…
DH: HEY DO YOU KNOW WHAT JIT SAY? TIONG KEEPS ON TOUCHING CLAIRE!
D. A. (go figure)
Claire: *takes out a penknife*
GG.
Me: Jit. DH. BB.
Jit: Eh nothing to do with me it’s DH MAN (woah knows how to dodge bullets so fast)
DH: WHAT?! Hey Claire, could you, uh, not play around with that dangerous weapon? I feel very endangered.
Mr. Yee: Eh if you make my mentor rep angry and she attack you, I will close both eyes. Cos my mentor reps must defend them first right? Like you my class when not agree with other class I stand on u people side.
*Ansel potters around randomly*
Mr. Yee: OK Ansel although my class me not my subject so if u disagree with me I will *incriminating action*
Yes, Math was great. I can’t imagine why people would want to sleep through it.
Mr. Yee: JIT YOU FINISH DUN GO AROUND LAUGHING AT PPL BETTER GO AROUND HELP THEM MAN.
*from other side of class*
Jit: TIONG YOU NOOBUSE RATIO THEOREM SUMMORE
Galen: JIT SHADDAP!
Heheheh.
I hatez. Bio quizzeh.
:(
Like, I got 10.5 for the quiz. Upon 15. The mark allocation was:
1/5 for MCQ
9.5 for OEQ WTH.
As Dr Wong would say, DOOD.
On a more distressing note, my bio file has vanished. Along with, if I am not wrong, one of my practicals. GG.
*During econs*
PS: (to James) Pass to the perverts behind us.
LMAO.

Higher

2011-02-27T04:36:00.001-08:00

Ooh. Yumyum.
Sometimes reality TV is really stupid. And weird. Like when someone pretends to eat earwax for a joke. Hurm.
In any case. I am so screwed. I have completed everything except for work due on Sunday. Instead, of course, I am listening to songs and blogging and playing random games on Kongregate instead of doing it. I still have one day, after all. XD
So. Basically I am just waiting it out till eleven, or till mum gets home. To watch TV, of course.
But fortunately, with some rushing I managed to hash out a half-baked chemistry report yesterday. :D
Still. About the things that happened today, are getting dragged over a bush.
Not literally, just me bullshitting you.
Jit: James you’re in MA!
James: What? YEA!
Jit: Nope I’m just bullshitting you.
Imagine if this funny guy becomes a doctor.
Jit: Oh! Congratulations, you’re cured of your cancer!
Patient: YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH DOC—
Jit: Oh no, I’m just bullshitting you.
XD.
I was watching this competition just yesterday, and they were having some compound word forming sentence. And I realized that the first word I could think of meant incest. Hurm.
I am digressing too far away from the topic at hand, i.e. the fact that SOMETHING happened on Friday. But that is mostly due to my now abysmal memory for anything I want to remember. Also, I have an Economics article screaming for completion. And tuition soon. Bleurgh.
Physics wasssszzzzzz…. I mean, not that I sleep in the lesson. I’m never able to do that. Just that the topic is so zzz….
Chemistry was moderately more fun, with the addition of an untimely call from Ms Ong triggering Claire’s bitching to everyone. Yea.
About that. I have nothing more to say, because Mr. Yee also angry at us. Or, more specifically, those not wearing uniform during lesson and those playing the instruments.
Tsktsk. I stand in approval for teachers to provide all their phone numbers insteadof office numbers so that they are more easily contactable.
DH: *points at TC jacket* ey isn’t that the jacket that Pin Yee was wearing?
Well DUH.
Hmm. Now. That was easy.
Just one more little anecdote.
Mr. Yee: DH! Go buy new shirt! This one looks…very old and po lan! (tattered)
DH: Sorry man no money! Mr. Yee you spon me?
Mr. Yee: OK I will
DH: No lah JK JK I know you poor too. Ah Claire you spon me how?
Claire *whacks DH’s head with pencil*
DH: Mr. Yee did you see that? I demand that she sponsors me shirts for the…physical and emotional trauma she’s caused me
*after Mr. Yee leaves*
DH: Ok. For every whack you have given me you owe me one shirt. By my estimate you owe me five shirts already.
Claire: OK…come here…
DH: Yea, fine, come and whack me. You will owe me six. *offers head*
What. A.
Nevermind.

Sex on a Radio

2011-02-24T06:18:00.000-08:00

N1 Man.
Been, as I told DH, burning candles at both ends.
Of course, I should begin the day with an interesting fact, provided by Monsieur Yap.
“I was talking to Pin Yee, then halfway through she asked me: ‘what do you think about James’. OBV I told her he was a retard. Then later I asked her what TTC got her for Valentine’s Day, and she said ‘something money can’t buy’. Because DH told me TC got her card I just said ‘CARD RIGHT! That TC so cheapskate n1’”
Must be influence right. DH the cheapskate guy with a cheapskate friend.
Jit: N1 lah DH cos got ppl like you, go out with Shini bring $10 only
DH: NO THAT’S NOT TRUE I bring only $5..or I make her pay
Jit: N1 lah also go scam Malay food stall everyday.
DH: HEY DUN YOU SLANDER ME! I only do it 5 times a week—I give them break on weekends.
Heheheh. Cheapskate is DA way to go.
I see retards being racist and pushy on MSN. Moving on…
Music was so GG. Not even doing anything then the software crashed on me. And YJ’ talking somehow got top marks. WTH. Next time I’m gonna rap too. No more holy of holies.
On a completely related note, I should read the Bible more often. But…TRUE man? I mean, SERIOUSLY? (OK at least they didn’t give the director some name like…Yahwah. Mhmm.)
Man x 2= Men
Men x 2 = Mens. Oh the Genius.
In any case. Physics was so.
ARGH. I dun want to talk about it.
Doctor: Cyrus, here are your muscle relaxants for your *ahem*rape*ahem* headache.
Doobedoo.
So on the way home, after viewing the most awesome topic which Annabeth was researching on, listening to Mr. Yee’s life story and managing NOT to make too much of a fool of ourselves before Dr. Nikolai, (exactly in that order…NOT) we were discussing the touchy topic of DH’s…LOVE LIFE.
Jit: Soon enough ur parents gonna call you for a meeting. Dad will say ‘Son, when I was TWELVE I was getting all the ass I wanted. YOU, ARE SIXTEEN! AND NOT A SINGLE GIRL YET! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?
Me: Wha disgrace to family name man…
DH: Yea, then even my mom goes ‘Son, I didn’t give you good genes for fun. You go get the ladies with the proper tools, man!’
Jit: N1 then Dad will say “Now you go get yourself some ass or YOU AIN’T COMING BACK!”
DH: GG lerh.
As DH’s brother says, why is a woman with many men a slut, but a man with many women a legend?
Let’s say the women are locks and the men are keys.
If a lock can be opened by MANY keys, obviously that’s a shitty lock.
If a key can open many locks…that’s a MASTER key!
Inappropriate much.

To the Sky

2011-02-22T06:34:00.001-08:00

GG. You know, with the subject of most of the statements, now it’s getting harder and harder to write a proper blog post.
Add that to the Chinese test tomorrow and Music Test on Thursday as well as Research Congress and I’m like BLEAURGH. Gonna die.
Shini and TTC were chucking balls at each other. (Actually, just the one.) Then at the last throw Shini catches it with her netball skills, turns and throws back.
DH was in the way, two bottles in hand. Two hands.
Now it would be best if she wasn’t thinking that DH was the one who threw the ball. I mean, seriously?
Still DH was like WTH DOOD.
Math. Fun.
DH(suddenly I realize this helps people be not able to Google him) *after completing some complicated vector question*: YES! YES! JIZZ IN YOUR PANTS!
Me and Jit: WTH LMAO
There was a lot of that.
It turns out that James is going to go back to Korea. Because of…potentially scandalous reasons.
And now YJ proclaims his affection for her. Things are getting complicated.
Me: James no hope lah…one fast, one buff, the last one…
Jit: Nowhere lah…not even halfway.
LMAO.
So sad she was grounded. Still. TC got skill.
DH: It’s probably a “clean sheet night”
TC: NVM the TC-Messi will score a hat-trick soon
This reminds me of the Thursday when he was just sitting in the class half-naked studying for Bio I mean SRSLY.
Anyway. Lots of DH on crack going on, which I shall not go into deeply for fear of incrimination…yea.
Biology was much better than learning about worms. I mean, we WERE learning about worms, the nice, non-parasitic ones than aren’t spread by Bak chor mee. XD
I think Galen/Claire killed the earthworm. Poor earthworm. Shake some more n1. And the leech so FREAKING FAT HTH does it go unnoticed?!
Lim Jeck: It is so thick it looks like a third arm…so when you go look at it you say Oh I’ve grown a third arm and just ignore it. I mean, it’s a new limb so it doesn’t matter if it’s moving and swelling of its own accord. :D
Mhmm I liked the theory. And the fact that I changed my answers three times over the course of waiting for random people.
N1 Wei Zhang Mind Game Jeremias and PS. Actually me too but who cares not my prob he just keep letting me eat.
But bridge was mainly how we can eat Jeremias. Lots of eating allowed.
KJH: YJ nice underwear. I saw it last week!
WTH PERVERTS N1
I shall not discuss about what we were talking about at the other end. Except Jit was very excited about the prospect of watching. *ahem* sorry sick. Again because of VARIOUS PEOPLE ARRGGH.
Nice to bully using doubles. :D

Papparazzi

2011-02-20T00:15:00.000-08:00

Blah. Life sucks. At the moment.
For no good reason I’ve been dizzy all day. Since yesterday. Maybe I’m pregnant.
Bah. Me bad. Thinking too much about worms when I should be revising for the other module. Fortunately my notes are all somehow with me. Now the only issue is remembering everything on them.
Anyway. Planning to do econs today AND CARRY THAT VOW THROUGH. And hopefully Math. (urgh. Why Math? Or, better, why REFLECTIONS?)
Mr. Lim was being stern on Friday. And failing at loading YouTube videos. You’d think the one in charge of InfoComm would know better than to full-screen a YouTube video while it’s still loading. And I would have loved to walk out the classroom except that I was just. Too. Freaking. Bored.
Also, Cyrus was sick. Kind of. Too much studying/stress? Tsktsk.
Am I too tired?
Who cares. I mean, I do, but I don’t count myself.
Yay for early Chemistry release.
Ms. Wong: Now I need to save your friend’s life, so you can all go for a 5 minutes break.
Who knew that taking advantage of someone in danger could be so satisfying?
This post is getting to be really short. I will add random excerpts from Journalism on Monday to make up for my not being able to have a session on Friday.
Annabeth: There is a prevailing notion among Singaporeans to use…Islam as an ADJECTIVE!
Randomness of the comment aside, mainly owing to the fact that I do NOT use Islam as an adjective, we spent most of the next 10 minutes trying to name the 150 first generation pokemon. And we failed to finish *sob*
We like wasting our time. And to think it all started with HEY WHAT EVOLVES FROM CUBONE?
Anyway. Math Test. Was. So Funny :D
Mr. Yee was constantly prowling around Jit. Dunno trying to look at what he’s written or what. So Jit just turns over the paper and gives him the universal “What?” sign language.
Then Tseren’s phone buzzes, and Mr. Yee makes to chuck it out.
And finally we have a minute of laughing observed for the Mr. Yee VS Jit staring competition near the end of the exam. (patting stomach, smiling. You know, the works, while everyone laughs)
At the back, people coughing. So common I can tell who is coughing just by listening to the cough.
I emos now at being denied the chance to relearn the joys I had in primary school.
And realizes I HAD rushed out Journalism yesterday. And may have time to complete Math only now. GG.

California Gurls

2011-02-19T01:18:00.001-08:00

The important point is that, in the rush to create posts, one forgets things. I am sorry to nag but at least one is better off nagging at oneself because one knows it can be cut :D.
Anyway, I found to my horror that I forgot to mention the presence of the awesome worms when staring at the clock ticking down the minutes/seconds to eight early in the morning. Of course, that might have to do with the fact the a) I was earlier up than usual on a weekend morning while still going to sleep as late as possible to previous night due to TV watching and b) I was, in fact, eating noodles. Now for those who do not see the painfully unobvious link between the latter point and…say, tapeworms, let me explain.
For those who would wish to eat bak chor mee at some point in your future should do well to skip the following explanatory paragraph.
Tapeworms reside in the intestines of humans and can grow to metres in length. This is extremely convenient for noodle sellers to induce a worm out of the anus of said afflicted individual and chop it up. Then they throw in minced pork and the occasional pig’s liver (trichinosis), some uncooked vegetables and sometimes there’s fishcake!
XD. So. Biology is a learning experience every lesson. Except I seem to have misplaced the notes which I need in order to study for the quiz on…Monday. GG.
Ah…um. I dunno. I have a new thumb drive now. To be more accurate, an old thumb drive I thought lost to the washing machine, so as to avoid Dr. Wong’s wrath.
Speaking of wrath, it was nice to know that I could actually finish a Chinese essay within stipulated lesson time with the sources of questions removed. :D. Of course, the course of talking beside me compensated for amusement, but at least I can listen and write at the same time, making him feel inferior.
I’m into making people feel inferior.
Running 2.4km was good. DH is such an encouraging factor. And for once, I meant that in a good way.
*first round*
James: EH YU HAN I READ YOUR BLOG JUST HOW MANY NOOB JAMES ARE THERE HUH?
(remembers the retarded noise that was the excuse for background…something in James’ recording. :P Noob James)
*last round*
DH: OK Last round buck up! Beat Galen!
XD
Now imagine of your world was all a lie.
Isn’t it tiring for all the people around you? I mean, just how many years of lying can they keep up with? Truman should learn how to appreciate the fine professional work put in just being his ‘wife’. Mhmm.
GG the biggest enemy of chemistry this year is time. TiK ToK
And I wonders what the NCC squad was marching to today. And how the representatives did in the Biomedical Olympiad. And, above all, what is my one true purpose in the universe?\
Cyrus: Why do you keep calling me a failure? D:
Me: Nothing to do with you, I just like insulting people for kicks.

Baby

2011-02-18T15:58:00.000-08:00

You know the times where life isn’t going so great?
I’m not going through such a patch. Yet. Fact that I’m STILL able to blog kinda proves that. :D
Wednesday, and Claire’s back. And pissed at the fact that Galen didn’t bring the worksheets/notes she missed for 400m.
Me: What’s she bitching at Tiong for?
Jit: Cos he didn’t take the stuff for her even though they live less than a kilometer apart?
Me: Didn’t we tell him that YESTERDAY?
Jit: YEA WTH N1 NOOB
Sometimes, you just HAVE to agree.
GG Maybe I should pick up a dialect. Een the cleaner knows more languages than me. Made me feel so inferior on Tuesday when Dr. Wong was disinfecting the iMac Lab. D:
Blah now I needa read up on ellipsometry to click with the professor? :O and seeing as DH probably won’t have much of the time to do so. GG. Better than TIONG though CHIONGING Biomed as I speak. Hurm.
In any case, there was a somehow-scam that Mr. Yee wasn’t around. So I was like somehow-NOOOO *does a Roy* LTR GET LI DA DIE D:D:D:D: Luckily he popped up :D
GG in fact we were all slacking around talking about bullshit and anything else OTHER than Math. Like Marvel comics and random overpowered superthings. XD Nomnomnom universe eaters.
Shit now I’m starting to sound like a certain Nicole. Badbadbad.
Bio was so epicly screwed up. That is all. At least I’m doing well for practicals, if Ms. Lim comments are any indication. I live in constant hope and delusions.
When the pictures on the card are attractive enough to influence the choice of cards in random directions, playing Bridge becomes seriously odd.
Peng Seng: NOOO Where’s my 8 and Queen Clubs? Now no motivation to win liao.

What's my Name

2011-02-17T06:36:00.001-08:00

Da blogging is getting into problems of late.
Right now I am deciding whether to procrastinate for Physics, Chemistry, and…I dunno. English and Econs? Perhaps I might get on with it. Or not. Still, procastination’s good, as a wise friend said. (The wise part can be debated. Any takers?)
Anyway. Tuesday had the inconvenience of being switched to being Wednesday, so.
Mr. Yee was headachy. And Claire was feverish. So we were kinda poking the dead-ish rose during English while Mr. Chin rambled about random argumentative topics. As we learnt that day, it is always better to pick a controversial topic of whose controversy dates back millennia, thus providing many rich pickings for random examples. As opposed to those who were getting a little too used to Mr. Chin not being around, and…well…
Galen: So you’re saying…employment is important because unemployment is a problem?
Anyway. Needs to mention here that we were basically kicking Galen to the side while we ripped open the envelopes for the Valentine’s Day notes. And Ming Wei sent a nice friendly MARRY ME CYRUS to…you guessed it.
Still. One should not be distracted by the 4 conversations one is having at the same time, with one mentioning how…never mind
Anyway. I was there early for music. Proceeding to complete holy music was fun.
Shreyas: Where do you summon the courage to sing in front of everyone?
Me: I know I’m pro XD
Bah almost 9. I must persevere. RAWR.
ACE noob sia. I thought that was English. Mr. Lee like didn’t even check my paper. :P As I said, I’m pro.
Delusional much. I like. DONG
Physics Scammed us much. But I liked the considerate laptops with Wi-fi. Although I -1 for not turning it on. D: Fortunately though it was an education in how one can be amused.
Galen: *something retarded I can’t remember*
DH: |||You’d make a good lawyer. Your Honor, my client would like to plead guilty…wait, what? NOT guilty? Oh, sorry Your Honor he pleads NOT Guilty…
Galen: Right…Your Honor, my client would like to plead guilty to rape…wait, wasn’t it arson and manslaughter? Oh…erm…sorry it was…molest and robbery…
DH: Your Honor, this packet of marijuana which I took out of my pocket just now—and I say JUST NOW—not more than 5 seconds ago, proves that my client was not in possession of the 100g of marijuana…oh SHIT
Galen: As you can see from these photos of my client’s crystal meth lab, there is ABSOLUTELY NO crystal meth present in his home at the time of the photo taking…
Me: In conclusion, your Honor, my client did NOT rape the witness…I did. Oh wait, urm, please strike that from the record :D
When your luck in Big 2 is so good oyu start having the same Two in every hand, it is bad.
For Bridge. DUH
Da Vinci. Douchebags.

Don't Stop Believin'

2011-02-15T04:59:00.000-08:00

The coincidences of life are overwhelming.
So Candice says. Or anyone else getting screwed by coincidences at the moment.
But then, it was probably a coincidence that when Journalism starts having its meetings on Mondays (and Mr. Chin does turn up) THERE ARE ASSEMBLY SESSIONS EVERY WEEK DARN IT. :( Deny me my one hour break. The random outbreak of sessions when there’ve been like, NEAR ZERO the year before :O
*mooches*
Math passed in a LMAO. Nothing more. Other than the coincidence that it was, uh, Valentine’s Day, Shi Ni and DH were doing announcements real softly, DH remembered that he was not as short as Wei Hao, while taking over his role in informing us about sports events.
So. In the morning, I was there sweeping up the classroom as usual, and TTC and Pin Yee were there as usual, with DH at the side randomly rehearsing his speech for the morning which he was probably going to read from the script again. And while I was sweeping, I was witnessing TTC *ahem* ~~placing his jacket tenderly on Pin Yee’s shoulders~~ *ahem* while Pin Yee *ahem* ~~rested her head lightly on Teck Chye’s shoulder~~ *ahem* while I passed random related comments about the weather, or to be more exact, the air to DH, with another couple just outside the door. *ahem* Sorry about the coughs. Having cold and still not yet recovered. *ahem**ahem*
Essentially Galen was tasked to deliver the gifts to our class. Someone sent James a rose without a note, while someone else sent Jazlene a note without a rose. The only difference was, James’ gift cost $1 while Jaz’s cost nothing.
Galen: Oh sorry the rose ain’t yours Jazlene it’s James’
Mr. Yee: N1 Galen so bad to your classmate! Should sue this guy for…
Me: Emotional damages.
Mr. Yee: Yeah! Sue him for emotional damages…
Tsktsk Gabriel cheapskate sia. Shall not mention more in case he bought a bouquet in secret. :P
Chinese so alamak. Dropped a stack of 10 $6 books. GG. At least my letter is improving. I hope. D: Next lesson better sit in front.
YY: I won’t ask you how to write the words…cos I have no idea WHAT to write.
Hurm.
YAY Total Defence Day talk/presentation was short. But I can’t help mentioning…no matter how much we to, our little Red Dot can’t do no shit if someone decides to nuke the island. :O
Journalism involved a lesson in which one learns exactly HOW early one can learn the art of MAHJONG.

Firework

2011-02-13T01:05:00.000-08:00

To gay, or not to gay, that is the question.
I can just imagine Francis Bacon saying that, with his references to ‘voluptuous men’ and all.
But then, who am I to speak. I have a husband. :D
Today is Sunday. Which means that despite my best efforts I am lagging. Still. And still struggling to remember what happened on Friday.
In here I would like to mention the interesting usage of personnel in Physics videos. Hurm. One wonders.
But. Bleh. First thing in the day Mr. Yee no enough sleep, no enough eat, so no enuff happiness=emo
Mr. Yee: Whenever I don’t have enough sleep and not enough to eat I will emo *EMOS* OK finish emoing. *gets off Jit’s table*
N1 Nat poke Mr. Yee summore.
Anyway I am so screwed for Physics. Thanks to a non-reminding teacher. :(
After Physics I had been considering the many ways chemistry could be screwed up.
Later on, Cyrus *kinda* started a fire on the ground. Ms. Wong will feel insecure when he holds a lighter…Bunsen burner…generally every flame throwing device.
So basically for our Chemistry Research Project we managed to screw up every way I had anticipated, including a few that I hadn’t :P
Nat was so insecure during Math. In a different way.
I was feeling insecure during break.
And now I feel insecure about the numbers of projects I have been putting off.
And also about Ji being Wee Thean’s Girlfriend.
I mean, being one who has been at the receiving end of their randomness, me being random WITH Wee Thean on the day on Wednesday this week only so far not withstanding, it is very worrying. Our world has enough randomness already.
Or not.
But see, if they conceivably married all of a randomness.
And had offspring.
What if the babies were random?
I mean,
Oh, never mind. Imagination is the most powerful tool of the human mind.
Besides randomness.
Hey, maybe Ji and WT doesn’t sound so bad after all!
I have randomly convinced myself that the world will not suddenly turn into a random pot of begonias due to this occurrence. :D
Of course, there’s still the big question of my existence…

Only Girl (In The World)

2011-02-10T23:15:00.000-08:00

Big Bang Theory.
No, not that one.
XD.
Random much, but that's me.
Chinese was an example of why those with OCD should not be the Chinese rep. But then, I was also very bored. Thus tower building games involving the mountains of coins Jazlene happily relinquished to me ensued. 14 5 cent coins and an unknown sum in total. I managed to stack all of them in one tower :D until Rachel moved to place...three pieces of paper with a works of one gay Shakespearean author. And toppled the pile. D:
PE. Was. Torture. No energy to discuss four rounds and 200++ jumping jacks. Because there'll be more next week unless Mr. Foo returns from his WHATEVER DAMMIT JUST COME BACK I DUN WANNA RUN TEN ROUNDS T.T
Overeating?
The act of actually turning up?
Whatever the cause of our 3 and a half hour break blown on playing lots of cards, in which we ganged up on Jeremias who was just starting to play Hearts (yes we're bad that way XD)...One week break seems a bit too much. But I'm not complaining.
Nicole: JEREMIAS I WANNA EAT YOU
Jeremias: :O WTH GO eat Ansel man
Nicole: I dun want Ansel I WANNA EAT YOU SO YUMMY AND TASTY
GG. THe Cannibal of NUS High is in my class.
Firstly, though, we need to consider the act of actually being ABLE to eat Jeremias in the first place...
Chemistry. Confusing. Desssert with three 's'? Naw. Hess.
WE WERE ALL TIRED. At least, I was.
Nat: We should make more of you...can go hungry for about twelve hours still grow so tall. Thne we can spend one third the money for food :D
NUU stupid Econs noo SCARCITY GAME? D:

Love The Way You Lie

2011-02-10T22:59:00.000-08:00

The pleasures of blogging at school.
On somebody else's laptop. *sigh*
That usually means that everyday I am lagging by two days. Which sucks. But life sucks, which means i'm pretty normal :D
I have a private theory that Mr. Chin is taking leave due to his unprecedented appearance on a Monday CCA session. Consequently, we were the only...10 or so people in the Student Lounge fro two hours in the early hours of the morning. Looks like it was probably good news after all. XD. Two hours of happiness.
CYRUS IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS YOUR SOUND QUALITY IS DAMN LOUD. But beggars can't be choosers :(
MW is too much of a failure.
Me: *pokes*
MW: AARGH
Claire: *pokes*
MW: AAARRGH
Me: YOu are a failure, MW...as a man
MW: NO I--
Vivian: *pokes*
MW: AAAARRRGGH
Me: *shrugs* Just what I said. Tsktsk.
Garageband is irritating. EIther that or my non-ablity to sightread a piece is less than 30 minutes. D:
But Angelic Chorus and Church Bells sounds good. On other news, I probably will have to redo everything come Wednesday, and Galen's Jazz is awesome. GG.
ACE can probably summed up in two words. Or not.
Pin.
I'll leave the other word to imagination. But personally I thought my icon was cool :D
Effing hell. We spent one hour of Physics doing one worksheet, all in the holy name of revision. WTH ZZT I have a thousand better ways of spending that hour besides staring at a digital stopwatch. And randomming the many different ways you can sing Singing in the Rain with Tiong.
I'll be damned. who knew you could sprain youself walking down half-metre long steps. Of course, there will always be teachers who can manage it. besides, how in the hell do you conduct a research project on roosting crows? Climb rain trees? O.O Of course, it was amusing to draw in the steps for research. My pictures are most thought-provoking :D

I Gotta Feeling

2011-02-09T22:31:00.000-08:00

Now I tries to remember what happened on Tuesday. Of course, it would be better if life didn’t suddenly become so damn screwed. :(
Math. Was. Blurry. GG. Can’t remember shit. Except maybe this.
Jit: TC gonna beat up James man GG
Tseren: This is Singapore *forms a tiny dot with his fist* And this is Korea *Mimes a huge country in comparison* You think Singapore can touch Korea?
Me: TC can run around Korea faster than James can run once around Singapore LMAO
Maybe DH was failing at integration? O.o Not sure because I can’t make head or tails of the Riemann sum either.
Jit: That’s uni level stuff man
GG :O Then who cares.
That damn electric piano is the most screwed up piece of crap I have ever seen. The entire chorus of Just the Way You Are is wiped out WTH. D:
Bio. Was is the lab. As it will be forever now.
Ms. Lim: There will be a quiz next week, from Lectures 1 to 3. With MCQs and structured questions. 10 minutes.
O.O
SO for practical we were supposed to do drawings of corals.
*Ms. Lim brings out a plate-like coral. Then she brings out a branched coral*
Ms. Lim: Yea you have to draw these. And jelly fish…in 10 minutes cos I have to take these to the other class.
Class: GG must be exact?
Obviously not, but not exact-ness should mean something, right? Or not.
Me: CYRUS WHY ARE YOU DRAWING A HEAD OF THICK HAIR
The jelly fish look so cute and squishy :D Unless it’a a box jelly. In which case you’re screwed. Creepy little things even when they’re young. *ploop* two arms come out. Then they start crawling over the rock surface to find a good rooting surface, which reminds one vaguely of a hungry two-armed monster worm. XD
Alamak Ms. Lim scammed us say it’s plate coral? GG
Me likes my spicules. Unless I wrote protected. :O
PS: *points at his pen and pencil* N1 My pen and pencil!
Jit: Yea lah, EH I help you take it down man tsktsk
PS: -.-
Later on…
PS: eh can return me now?
Jit: Dude I helping you safekeep man XD

Dick in a Box

2011-02-08T05:11:00.001-08:00

Damn. My mind is blown.
Tell you more about that later. GG.
So. Sad. Mr. Yee sick again :( Then DUNDUNDUNDUN Li Da for Math. N1 WTH.
Maybe I was freaking him out. Or not. Because in between bullshitting with Jit and DH and discussing how noob James was, I was grinning at him every time he passed by. Heh. At least he released us early. GG. :D
N1 Library trying to scam me of money. WTH.
How come everybody rushing bio today. Or, to be more accurate, WHY WASN’T THEIR PRACTICAL SUPPOSED to be due last week?
I feel so bad for myself. And DH, who took over my duties, and who probably will be taking over my duties from now on. Eh not my fault I’m so late everyday can. :(
Pin Yee was a major point of discussion today. At least, until the news that destroyed my mind was revealed.
IT WAS SO LOUD IN THE ROOM DAMMIT CLAIRE DID YOU HOOK UP TO TWO AMPS WTH. But there was still time to send retarded texts to Pin Yee with James’ phone LMAO. Which reminds me of da Chinese New Year Eve, which I have not blogged about. ~sadded~
Tseren: Do you know who I am (to Pin Yee on James’ phone)
Pin Yee: Tseren LOL
Tseren *turns to see Pin Yee just outside*
N1 noob LOLOLOL.
Halfway through our bloated break we had a mass toilet break. Or, to be more accurate, a mass sightseeing excursion to one of the Year Two classes. I wonder what the Year Twos were thinking :P
Bio was a period where DH was getting…sicker and sicker. GG. I think I gonna be sick also.
N1 James noob man teacher then dunno anything about the stuff you were supposed to be teaching.
Dr. Low: Oh, you’re the teacher? Good, good…
Sadistic/sarcastic much? XD
Still. Bio was a tad boring today. I mean, perhaps we could have done it Ms Huang’s way. Dunno what they were doing with WZ and Sooraj on one side in 302. N1
PMAT means Pin yee Meets Asshole Teck chye. :P. Thought up of my James and co.
DH: Later YJ also like Pin Yee, then we will have KOREAN WAR. And Singapore will stand at the side and sell weapons like America :D
High on drugs or flu lurr. Then sleep all the way through Student Lounge duty. GG.
DH: Gabriel got toilet paper? I use the school toilet paper rough like sand paper liddat my face sore liao.
So I finish playing cards, and what do I hear?
Jit: GG Ram was dreaming/fantasising about Roy in the sleep :O
OMFG. SRSLY. WTH.
Jit: Apparently he was dreaming about Roy on a nudist beach sitting on a chair. WTFH.
WTFS. I will not continue about the stuff I heard. As Wei Zhang said…
“DUDE RAM STOP answering questions we DO NOT NEED TO KNOW MORE WTH”
Roy must be traumatized.logpost
During Chinese, besides the endless exhortations my WJ to buck up (bleh) I learnt that Galen collected 1.2K in ONE HONGBAO ALONE. WTH That’s more than the total collected in ALL MY hongbaos. By three times summore. WTFH SHARE THE LOVE BUDDY
Roy *reading text*
YY: RAM!
Roy: AARRRGH
Supposedly he missed a kick because of that too. Smart goalie :P
Assembly. DUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUN police talk. WTH. I think I should have skipped it. I mean, I’m not saying I like it, but sometimes I should exploit the times Mr. Yee isn’t around.
Then again, maybe not. Unless there were inexplicable reasons for Claire and co. being herded in halfway through. Hurm.
BEING OUR LAW ENFORCEMENT FARCE DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULDN’T PUT CREATIVE EFFORT IN YOUR PRESENTATIONS. (and that condescending tone, but I’ll overlook it because I wasn’t listening anyway)
There. Cyber-bullying. So sue me :P
The SMS that made my day:
GOOD NEWS! We will have Journalism today.
Yes. What “good news”
Rarghh. Why did 2 of our 6 pizzas disappear after Mr. Chin made his appearance. N1. Leaving like…ONE slice for each member :O.
Stuffing the boxes down the nearest convenient rubbish bin is a good idea. CHARADES ARE NOT Bleurgh. Who would have known how ironic it could be.
And now Annabeth knowsabout my unhealthy fixations.
CYRUS I BLAME YOU FOR MY SUBMITTING A SF PIECE RAWR

Waiting for the End

2011-02-01T06:06:00.001-08:00

Doodoodooo.
Overseas Student Attachment briefing thingy. WHY DOES EVEYTHING HAVE PHYSICS IN THEM?!!!
Mr. Goh: Oh…those with natural insulation will have higher priority for the Moscow attachment.
N1 so suan. Like me after DH “taught” us yesterday.
Me: So MUCH substance!!! I was COMPLETELY blown away by the presentations :D
DH: How come that sounds so…sarcastic…
:P. Still. Physics was ZZZZZ
Galen: Huh how you got 17? Is it cos you did the extra question and got it wrong so Mr. Lim decided to dock two marks for it ‘Hmm trying to be so smart do extra question? WHERE SO SMART NOW?!’ LOL”
Yes THERE’S one smartass. XD.
So. Break. Or not.
DUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUN
FIRE EFFING DRILL. WTH. TAKE OUR BREAK FOR THE SECOND TIME SUMMORE. WTF.
Until it was known that there apparently was smoke from…a box in the car park, making the teachers and estate people run around in their funny little hard hats with extinguishers. Or not. Not sure. But Jeremias has a good theory.
“They couldn’t think of a better way to dry up the track is it?”
N1 LOL. Budden they chose SUCH A HOT HOUR. How in the HECK do they manage to find such a HOT TIME in such a COLD WEEK :O.
Ansel *holds a rolled up pink umbrella*
Mr. Yeo: *takes it away* Confiscated. For being too gay. *opens it up for use*
Mhmm.
Ms. Wong so nice give us 15 min break. Except I don’t eat. AND I HAVEN’T BOUGHT COOKIES T.T I need comfort food.
Halfway through Chem:
Ms. Wong: Cyrus, why are you so happy?
DH: Obv doing somethings with Raphael…Something wrong…
Raphael: GAY SEX! :D
ROFLMAOWTIME. GENIUS.
And Tseren a bit insecure leh. Actually, very insecure.
Cyrus: I put my arms around Tseren. Then he turned and said CRAP YOU’RE BI and runs.
Tsktsk. And who was the one pressing James on the table later on? Hmm?
Math Journal was such BS. Effing Graphamatica scamming my ass. STUPID PIECE OF SHIT. My MathGV dunno how many times better.
Noob Ji come to ask me how to do Econs then dun hv the worksheet.
AND Mr. Chin must be the slackest person in our club. I mean, AWOL for two days IN A ROW??? SERIOUSLY???

I'm on a Boat

2011-01-31T03:32:00.000-08:00

GOD I CAN’T WAT FOR HOSTEL LIFE DAMMIT SCREW ALL THIS SHIT.
I AM WRITING AN EMO POST TODAY. SO THERE.
AND IT IS SCREWING UP MY TYPING WTH. DAMMIT.
ALL THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT WTH MY FUCKING MUM FORCING ME TO ONLY USE THE COMPUTER FOR HOMEWORK WHAT THE FUCK. I FUCKING NEED A FUCKING LIFE DAMMIT. LIKE EMAILS, MANGA AND MSN.
By the way, here’s an amusing anecdote…
Me: *being a nosey parker as always* James what u sending?
James: Oh I’m sending I luv u to my mom cos…she doesn’t want me to use msn and I forgot to log off before I left this morning…So now I’m sending this to distract her.
Me: O.O n1
PS: N1 James she sent I love you too back.
James: Woah she must be distracted heng.
Me: Yea…you still have about 10 hours to hope it stays that way dude.
BUT FUCK ALL THIS DAMMIT I AM FUCKING PUSHING MYSELF TO FINISH ALL MY HOMEWORK ON TIME AT LEAST AND NOW I HAVE TO FUCKING SNEAK RESTS BETWEEN DOING HOMEWORK TO STOP MYSELF GOING ROUND THE FUCKING BEND.
I’M NOT ASKING FOR MUCH JUST LIKE 2 HOURS AT LEAST OF BEING ABLE TO DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT WHILE HAVING ACCESS TO A COMPUTER. SCREW IT ALL FUCKING SLAVE DRIVER. PUTTING REFLECTIVE SURFACES All AROUND THE HOUSE TO KEEP AN EYE ON WHERE I GO ON THE LAPTOP EVERY SINGLE SECOND. FUCK YOU.
Now I don’t really want to go and count the number of F***ING I have typed in the last two hundred words. Bleh. My lack of notebook and earphones and the Student Leader Investiture today reminding me of my complete inadequacy especially makes me feel VERY PISSED OFF.
Still. I shall hold off the emotions for a while to post about today. Which is about half an hour.
Mr. Yee was not pleased about Claire’s blatant usage of the speakers. That is all. *although it is good that he never catches Dao Han. :D*
Integration RIGHT AFTER differentiation is effing irritating. No kick to Jit though.
So. Our breaks consisted mostly of chionging practicals, including creating the effing 10 mark experiment that 90% of the class didn’t notice. GG. Spectrometers :D as recommended by Jeremias’ brother. Mhmm.
Bio taught by students was like, semi-failure. Couldn’t we JUST PLAY CELL CRAFT. ZZT.
STUPD MOM DEMANDING ME TO MOVE TO THE SIDE SO SHE CAN SEE THE SCREEN IN THE FULL LENGTH WINDOW FUCK HER
Damn. I just couldn’t do it, could I. So failure. :(
And stupid Journalism moved to Friday. Again. For the third freaking time. Fourth actually, if you don’t count the one I ponned. Effing procrastinating pizzas. And three year Ones with the hyperactivity to match ten men.
HERDING SHEEP IS FUN. HERDING WINNIE IS EVILLER and BETTER :D
I WANT THE NEXT MCGEE’S ALICE TO BE OUT SO I CAN SCREWING KILL CARD GUARDS. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. THEY LOOK BRILLIANTLY AWESOME.
Anyway. Will skip Chinese. And move on to my bone of contention. SLI.
WE HAD FREAKING PINK BALLOONS AND STCK FIGURES IN PUSH-UP/SEMI-HUMPING POSITIONS IN HEARTS. WTH. AND WE HAD VISITORS. (and Mr. Yee was wearing pink, but completely covered up by his brown jacket so that doesn’t count.)
And I felt inadequate just sitting there. Either it was William squashing me or that the President of Student Council this year has the same name as me and applied to join Council the same year with me. *pouts*
At least he’s slightly amusing. THAT JUST MAES ME FEEL MORE INADEQUATE.
But his dancing…never mind.
*looks forward to reading whatever Claire has written for Ming Wei since she was so eager to block it. Hmm*
FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE. I NEED TV. AND LOTS OF IT. AND PREFERABLY EXACTING EXCRUCIATING MENTAL OR PHYSICAL TORTURE ON ONE PERSON TOMORROW AT LEAST.

In The End

2011-01-28T06:47:00.000-08:00

God. Damn. It. Where is the person known as Galen Tiong. WTH.
Oh there he is. Now I’m just going to go tell him how screwed we are, and how we can get LESS screwed.
So now. Blogging is an infinitely more fun activity isn’t it? :D
Only if you aren’t sitting on your pants (then again, what would I be sitting on? Hmm.) about how screwed you might be come Monday. Two practicals due, a teacher demanding an optimum percentage of homework in by today which I don’t even know about, a Bio quiz which I KNOW I have screwed up for. And then some.
So nice of DH. Just saying. And then there was this gal with TTC with just the BEST RANGE of hairpins imaginable. In ALL colours.
Of course, after she received her prize for Netball, Mrs. Oon stopped her and…well…kinda pointed at all of them. LMAO.
That Mr. Yee has a shoe fetish is disturbing. *finds myself thinking about the number of shoes he owns* Can’t believe I kinda forgot this.
Mr. Yee: eh Joshua! New shoes ah?
Joshua: Uh…yea…
Mr. Yee: OH HEY they say NEW SHOES MUST STEP! *moves over to step*
*Joshua rushes to seat and hugs thighs to chest*
But later on there were two purposeful OOPS moments. Eheh.
Anyway. Back to Physics, which I really don’t want to think about. Which is helpful as I can’t exactly remember anything about it. Not like I want to. ZZZ.
I realized that when Candice isn’t standing straight she is just nice as tall as the lockers. GG. I could only see her hair from inside the class. :D.
Yao Rui was being awesome yesterday. So effing awesome. It was like *Entertainer offends my awesome sensibilities. Let’s be more awesome for a while* and proceeds to play some ridiculously complicated trill at the other end of the piano for fun. GG.
So, after that moving tribute, we shall see. The best. Lesson of the day.
I bangseh Jit. I feels a bit ashamed…not.
And I managed to scam Galen into halfway believing that Foo Ming Wei is Ian’s brother. *sniggers*
So then within 5 minutes in the lab we managed to have our first breakage of the year. A boiling tube, I think. Which reminds me how retarded Jit was being in the practical on Monday.
“WHY IS THE BOILING TUBE NOT BOILING?!”
James: -Look at Jit-
Jit *pouting-ish expression, mashing the beaker of ice-salt slowly*
LMAO. There could be a million things he was thinking about but for that moment is was SO HILARIOUS. :D
N1. But then. We have James. Whom I turned this morning to see him forcing PS’s head down in a very wrong way. Very very wrong way.
James *sticks his hand in the ice water*: Oh it’s COLD!!!
No shit, Sherlock.
Then Shreyas sticks his hand in for a full minute. I have No idea how he can STAND IT WTH. Even DH couldn’t take more than half a minute.
On a perfectly random note, Jazlene restocked her locker with a REALLY HUGE BAG OF GOODIES. And the 404 people were like the biggest customers after 403 people of the day. Or so I observed.
Anyway. Back to the practical. Making ice-fingers is so awesome. :D So is drawing parallels with monkeys and retards.
DH: HEY—I’m not monkey. I can use tools…I can walk…I can play ball…
Galen: And what does that sound like? MONKEY!
Later on…
Peng Seng: Hey this can be broken you kn-*breaks the sucrose solution ice-stick*
And GG have to redo chem proposal.
During Math, I was telling DH about my scam.
Me: But Foo Ming Wei doesn’t have a Christian name while Ian does.
DH: Ian has a Christian name?
Me: *glares at him waiting for penny to drop*
DH: OH! XD
*Chiongs work for two hours*
*Apologizes for writing the wrong message on the board of 302 and 301. If people don’t hand up work cos of that I’m screwed.*
RAWR the three year ones that joined our club sound like ten. GG.
And we find the haikus of the Monday competition in the dustbin. Hurm.

A Year Without Rain

2011-01-27T06:19:00.000-08:00

DunDunDunDun.
What do you say when a new manga chapter about mahjong is published…and then you realize it has fourteen pages, where thirteen of those pages are devoted to a winning hand? Like, ONE TILE PER PAGE?
Groan.
Anyway. I am suffering extreme pain reading an amateurish version of a novelization of American McGee’s Alice. Then again, who am I to talk about amateurs.
The only reason there is this random talk about reading is the equally random survey on reading. and I suddenly felt so inferior by having to put none on one of the questions. Commenting on societal issues, no less.
Me: Eh, no none how?
DH: Just put a N in front of the one!
So. I was going to sweep up the class and make Claire feel guilty but I AM COMIGN LATER AND LATER DAMMIT. *convinces myself to convince Dad to FREAKING GET THE CAR READY EARLIER* D:
So…hmm. Physics was actually due today. And I didn’t realize until halfway through…something. Sometime, more like. Who cares.
GG I shall distance myself from the back row when I am doing Chinese essays from now on. IT WAS A FREAKING LETTER GODAMMIT.
And now I am truly screwed if my message has no effect. My large, red-marker message, which wasn’t even remotely threatening if I do say so myself.
PE was such a farce. Draining interval training aside, we had 11 shots on goal for Captain’s Ball and a final score of 1-0. Like, the goal was scored the only time DH was off-duty. GG too pro. Either that or Galen TOO co-operative. LMAO.
English. Was. Good. Remembering all the film’s good times. :D and putting forward nice answers as arguments.
Mr. Chin: OK, but you are talking from a woman’s point of view. I’d like to hear from a guy now…
Me: The BIGGEST issue, obviously, is that men are thinking too little with their heads and too much with their lower bodies.
Class: LMAO
Mr. Chin: Can we have something…more appropriate?
Yay me.
Mr. Chin: Cyrus you don’t have a copy? Why doesn’t the English rep have a copy?
Bad lurh. But getting TIME is good :D
*enjoys awesome luck at cards. :D*
And then. Easy Chem. Good half an hour of generally mooching about doing nothing.
Weird. Today is supposed to be a long day. Ah well.
*expects better quotes from tomorrow with Math*
Because Econs really is ZZZ

Take It Off

2011-01-26T06:02:00.000-08:00

N-now I’m getting so smashed, knocking over trash cans.
Yea right. I just knocked over a trash can this morning, and it pissed me off to no end in addition to my already…I dunno. Pissed-off-ness at the trash on the floor. WHY DOES OUR CLASSROOM HAVE FREAKING EARBUDS.
Screw I just have this thing for American McGee’s Alice. Can’t wait for sequel :DDD
And I was feeling bitchy, so I bitched to Mr. Yee. RAWR. Stupid wrappers.
The more I come to school the more I am irritated by the trash. But then if I don’t some around to sweep the floor in the morning there will be even MORE trash And I will be even more GRRR. Vicious cycle=bad.
Anyway. First lesson was so good. Like, watching a movie in slight air-con is MUCH better deal than listening to somebody talk nonsense. On the other hand, when someone shovels the shit like a PRO…
“You know that guy who get EVERY girl? That’s me. On crack!”
Yea. But Mr. Chin got the CUT version NUUUU
I need Reader’s Digest. And shorten Ming Wei’s life span more, because it is fun. :D. Me evil.
At least, me less evil than Steve Jobs da creator of the iMac. I CANNOT tell in words how effing screwed the STUPID FINALE SOFTWARE IS RAWR.
Then again, I still MANAGED to do something. Nearly perfectly. I mean, how hard is it to copy notes?
Mentoring. Was. So. YAWN. After, of course, Mr. Yee was done admonishing us and manhandling James and Nat.
Mr. Yee: I got give you permission to eat?
James: *without missing a beat* yea!
*Mr. Yee rubs James head. Hard.*
So. We begins the class fund. With JAMES as treasurer. GG.
Nat: Huh I thought Mr. Yee sponsor everything?
*evidence incriminating Mr. Yee*
LMAO. Retards.
DH so sleepy. Must be Basketball. GG
Or Art with the K.
You know something is wrong when year Fours are being told to complete a tiny coloured piece of paper as part of a useless lesson of which its only virtue is to give us an air-conditioned room where we can complete written homework. Mhmm. Which is why, to deny the year Threes this privilege next year…
Shall say nothing. And wonder why we have to put down our names if the comments don’t affect our grades.
And also, if I have screwed myself up with obsessing over Gretel and Hansel. :D

Hot N Cold

2011-01-25T06:15:00.000-08:00

God darn I’m like, almost. Late. For my schedule.
I’m even sure why I have a schedule for blogging anyway. Isn’t it something that should be fun, as I so comfortably asserted in a recent ACE session?
Anyway.
We continued our time-honored practice of being retards during Math.
But Mentoring first. Perhaps I was glad Claire wasn’t wearing the motherfu**ing jacket today. It made me feel inferior. My wardrobe has approximately 4 sweaters/jackets. And two of them are exactly the same, courtesy of SPH which still owes me four hundred bucks, one of them is the 104 jacket, while the last was my Dad’s.
I have the best fashion sense sometimes.
Well. At least I’m looking forward to wearing, of all colours, LILAC. On Chinese New Year. Speaking of which, we had an interesting observation mentioned my Tseren during mentoring today.
Tseren: Oh Jazlene was like the best collector for our class fund in 105! She would go around asking for the money and the not-so-surreptitiously bending over at the same time (now I MAY have put in a more complicated word of my own, but that’s more or less WHAT HE SAID!)
Dh: Oh, HAHA, So she can go around saying Hey, one dollar please! Oops I dropped my pen *bends over* Oops! *Bends over*
By the way, we were thinking about having $1040 at the end of the year if we collected $1 per head every week. Or so we hope. Only if everyone DOES donate, and if we COULD have 52 weeks to give a dollar each.
I feel horrified I didn’t come to sweep the class this morning :O
And we have NO January, February and October babies. Odd, to say the least.
Jazlene: Oh I have a friend who bakes! I could ask him to bake the cakes for us!
DH: Then you can go Hey *bends over* could you bake a cake for me? *bends again*
Claire: Wait…him?
Me: Can’t wrap your head around a baking guy?
Claire: Yea…which is why I say Tseren is a bit…crooked…
Tseren: Huh? What crooked?
Claire: Oh, come on, we’ve been through this!
Galen: Yea, you are as straight as this…string! *bends string*
The was a lot of that. Over the next hour. With two breaks in a 2 hour lesson. :D
DH: You know, in Economics there is this notion called Supply-and-demand. We’re the demand…WHERE’S THE SUPPLY?
Jaz: Oh, I bought…just didn’t stock up XD
Running a thriving business here, we are…or not. Resulting in the overabundance of snack wrappers I find EVERY MORNING.
We were all wacky. But I told you that already.
Crap I have Journalism.
Yesh completed in 5 minutes. :D
So there. DH and James were the main stars of retardness. As usual.
DH: ~HELLO?~
Jit: ARE YOU GAY?
DH: Woah Jit PMS
Jit: Dude only a retard like you will go ~HULLOOO~ WTH
GG Mr. Yee talked to Peng Seng about being enthu. :O
Let me recount the amusing start to the day.
Jit*walks in from meeting with Wang Hai Bin*: Where’s my bag?
Everyone: ?.?
Jit: Shit none of your took up for me? GG *heads off to the concourse*
*Remembers Friday’s mentoring*
Mr. Yee: Can tell the relevant people to move your classrooms to like the 2nd storey of something? So high my old legs Very tired seh.
PS: James you effing retard! You know what he does? He goes HEHEHEHEHEH NOOB-UH NOOB-UH NOOB-UH
The retard help me screw up my brother though.
So it was all retarded happiness all around.
Biology was much irritating. And tiredness. I have no idea why also. Maybe because I stayed up till twelve watching Independence Day and translating the retarded Chinese speech provided to Galen.
Galen: The Chinese MC emails me: do you understand Chinese? I was like, uh, OK lurrh. Then she sends me this Cheesiness 100% crap. SIAANNN
And to all our Chinese friends out there, are you interested in GIANT SPINNING TREES? Or westerly BLIZZARDS? XD
I took break to go around to 04 and irritate those who were writing Chinse compo. And they couldn’t write rubbish ahahahahahahahahah.
Me bad.
I was taking over Justin playing Bridge. Literally. Treating him as a mere card holder while I whipped out cards and…WON LIKA PRO XD.
I like the idea of having a Queen complex. :D

whip my hair

2011-01-24T06:16:00.000-08:00

Damn this shit I’m becoming a retard baby
“Why my baby so retard?” D:
“Cos u use ur high heel hit the baby father’s balls” *imitates hitting*
Believe me, there was a lot of that going around. LMAO
I am beginning to find the self-imposed duties every morning therapeutic. I mean, we have people jamming at 403 every morning anyway, so…
I’ll leave you to guess the meaning of that.
Math was good. As usual. While I fantasised about drinking swet tea we were discussing tangents I’m not even sure how those two are related so who gives a heck. Anyway. I vaguely remember that Mr. Yee was asking me to pick Yao Rui’s brain (He too high-kevel unlike some people, so I cannot read his brain). Or…I dunno. Sweet hazy memories. Mr. Yee was glaring at the ones who hast not brought ties. While I only learnt how to ties one just last week.
Break was a moment of epiphany.
So was bio. An epiphany about how I suck. I have completely screwed myself upside down. The real meaning of upside down. Although practical was a practice of…well…usual practice of mine. Water convolvulus stems are irritating. Highly so. Together with sucrose.
And James got pwned. Like. DoH
Ms. Lim: We have a VERY tight schedule!
And in adherence to…tightness, we completed the practical like 20 minutes beforehand, thus giving us the chance to play the awesomeness of German bridge.
When me returns to class:
Galen: did you do Chinese Zuo Ye?
Me: I was downstairs…playing cards? N1
Which in the course of, by the way, I almostlost my ez-Link card. Which would have been the fifth time. I am a sad person.
And then
Chinese.
I had ANOTHER realisation.
I was considering whether to bring my Chinse textbook in the morning when I realised I was going to walk out the door without doing so.
At first I was like screw won’t he be doing the test paper. So I was going to walk out.
Then I was like screw won’t matter if I do bring right.
And the first thing he does is to tell us to take it out.
However halfway through the lesson we were left with…less than half of our number. :D
Then.
Assembly.
Oh, Assembly.
After I listened to choir and Young Joo I suddenly needed an urgent rehab.
And then.
No words could describe the Passion Of Peng Seng.
Everyone was sianning while he was like I WHIP MY HEAD BACK AND FORTH.
In the future someone will dedicate his devotion is some memoir.
And the learning process of the concert rules was interesting. At least.

Love Game

2011-01-23T00:03:00.001-08:00

Gahrahgrugh.
Thursday has suddenly became such a freaking long day. *is sad*
Anyway. I think this lookalika Thursday post. (I lika that word :D)
Chinese was such a…IRRITATION RAWRGH. I could have like finished my darn compo in 1 hour or something if not for 3 reatards asking stupid questions I’M NOT A FREAKING WALKING TRANSLATOR RAWRGH
*from YY’s essay*
“Everyone was watching horror movies, so I wanted to outdo them, which is why I went to watch (some movie—Human Centipede?)*
Jit: Then after you say you most pro watch Human Centipede…
YY: Yea someone elase says I’m better—I watched the sequel
Human Centipede is screwed up.
Those who would like to be better informed on this screwed up film can search Wikipedia. I’m too disgusted to post the details here.
So I was minorly pisse. On top of my flu, which I caught somehow the day before. *sniffs*
Then I went for PE. Painful PE. Shouldn’t have jumped. Shuffling sounds like a good way to complete 2.4 km though. WHERE’S THE FUN?
Will randomly mention that we learnt how to cook rice during Chinese on Monday :D. and that people try ways to make eating apples an art form.
What’s the point, really.
Still. English. Was. Blah. I can see the joys of paraphrasing in my future…right there.
GG memories just keep fading. And all I have left of Chem is that I forgot to bring the notes AGAIN. DAMMIT just gonna freaking stuff it into my bag everyday. :(
Short post HURMMM

Smack That

2011-01-21T07:02:00.001-08:00

GG have only 30 minutes to finish typing this N1
Suddenly remembers the MOST IMPORTANT NEWS OF WEDNESDAY.
BASKETBALL TEAM WON. 50-19 summore. Too pro liao. Then DH exhibit uber-gayness score MORE THAN half the points.
*Near the end of Physics lesson(actually should be end liao lor stupid teacher NOMNOM our break :()
DH: HUH Physics not over yet? *starts backing out the door*
Later the pro guy kept getting pwned at Cheat. 9 Twos and he just had to pick the wrong person.
Jit: *teaching Tseren how to play Cheat* So when it’s Nine you can play one above or one below or the same number. But I don’t have 8 9 or 10 so I’m screwed *plays a ‘nine’*
Jeremias: *immediately opens* EH I THOUGHT U GOT NO 8 9 or 10?
Me: NOOB you got jitted
OK so. Tuesday. I like taking things in retrospect sometimes. Although a bit too much of a retro-viewing this time. But screw that.
Math was really uneventful. I think. Uh.
Mr. Yee: OK Jeremias differentiate 2 is what?
Jeremias: 2!
Not sure where that came from. I remember other people were egging him on to say two. AND HE DID. WtANoob. N1. Anyway.
DH: 0!
Mr. Yee: Whoa DH not blur anymore.
Then. Skips to Biology which was good. :D
Pastamania! :D And we thus name a shell-shaped pasta in honour of DA Jit.
Pastafera Jitwussia. Or something. It was epic. Eheh.
So while we’d finished and the awesome DH was busying himself cutting out a little man with the Tweety Bird head I was LMAO-ing at Jit’s group, who we decided to jettison to his own fate.
Jit: EH FASTER DO SOMETHING
Me: He’s a really good motivator right?
Shreyas: Yep! When he calls you a noob dog, it REALLY drives you to WANT to work harder. Thanks, Jit.
Some time later…
Shreyas: JIT DO SOMETHING MAN!
Me: You finally said it…
Amid a multitude of random cutting, unruly handwriting and…I dunno, much exhortations by the Big White Bear and the random OCD-ish observation…I left. Chased out. :( sad right.
And I then forget the rest. Maybe tomorrow’s post. XD

Grenade

2011-01-20T06:19:00.001-08:00

Mesa apologizes for the last two unblogged days.
Mesa realizes the last two days were laughable and that he apologizes again for failing to remember anything.
Mesa realizes that the only way to solve that problem is to star blogging from…Wednesday?
Around this time I mull about the time when we could start school at…10 am RAWRGH
And then I finish mulling and think about happy things. Which are quite a good lot.
EM…TIME TABLE SOMEONE.
GOD WHAT WERE WE DOING IN ENGLISH :O
Oh yes uhhh…something webby. Let me grab a appropriate representation.
Hooked on Internet? Help is a just a click away. ~Author Unknown
Yes I think I like the look of that. Which is why I just keep on typing and clicking. Heheheh.
But a task that requires only 15 minutes to complete at the maximum means there was a lot of time on our hands. Other than, of course, the 15 minutes needed to login in the first place and Jit’s awesomely imaginative creation. Who else could have thought of using an L-shaped…something for space ships?
So I smooshed around with Mr. Yee during break. Until too many people came around, came around, came around, went around…
It’s so odd the way our song lyrics are fitting into daily speech like jigsaw pieces. And also te way Inception TOTALLY FLOPPED. D:
SO. MENTORING WAS SO AWESOME! We needa have a class-wide conversation everytime :D
Mr. Yee: Ok. About being conscientious and hardworking…
Claire: No. That’s not possible
Me: *in sing-song voice(yes I’m a bit high these days. It must be an age thing)* Oh yes you can when you’re like me—divide your life in two nice bits, give conscientious to your interest and hardworking to work.
Shreyas: HE HAS A POINT HE HAS A POINT You lost AHA
Me: |||
Claire: You can only be…diligent and hardworking, rather than conscientious, although Galen might beg to differ *turns to look for Galen and realizes he’s not behind me*
Galen: *from where he’s looking at Cyrus’ laptop screen from the other end of the class (I venture the opinion that Jit’s claims are correct XD)* *explains the lack of difference (or not) between diligence and conscientiousness*
Shreyas: HE HAS A POINT HE HAS A POINT
Me: ||| (again) shut up, Shreyas
Like, that guy was punching Joshua who was wrapped up in his jacket the whole lesson.
~YAYS~ for the fact that there are only three hours of Physics a week and 5 hours of Math. Just…none on Wednesday D: sadded
Claire: But then if t=0 then isn’t it…
Me: *points at the t=1.3 hidden sneakily at the end of the question* You got scammed, you got scammed…
*gets punched playfully for all the trouble I go to mocking her*
Da Vinci was coooolllllddd. And I had the freaking fluuuu like almost 50% of everyone else D:
And I might just start jumping off cliffs.
Epic quotes:
Ryan: 100% of my friends are atheist…because I only have one!
Young Joo: NATURAL SELECTION!
And I have no authority to comment on LDH’s highness that afternoon. :X

TiK ToK

2011-01-17T06:11:00.001-08:00

My attention span is unraveling me. Watching television, reading fanfiction with incest in it, blogging, and holding msn convos all at the same time cannot be good for the eye.
Oh no. No more television. Ah well. That just means I have an entire pile of homework desiccating while they wait for me to touch upon them. Projects, no less. As well as a bio quiz to study for next week.
The depravity of life is good, sometimes.
“They told Jit to go. He didn’t leave by himself. I mean, imagine if he smiled at those young, tasty, impressionable Year Ones at the CCA fair. We’d suddenly have no more intake! It would be so sad…security measures, you see.”
Thus this theory was somehow linked to the theory of evolution this morning. (Conveniently skips Math for fun but don’t worry I’ll definitely return to it for all its retardedness)
J.Lau: You know the way rabbits evolved to run away from tigers? It is the same thing with Year Ones and Jit Wu. To see if one is…something wrong in the head, you just have to see if his is able to stand in close proximity with Jit.
Of course, J.Lau is as J.Lau is, so a pinch of salt is probably wise in this case.
And then someone random talks about the MIXING OF GENES WITH JIT?!!!
Seriously screwed up. Damn.
Math. Was. Epic. Or awesome. Whichever works, obviously. And I am running out of thime to write this freaking blogpost, implying that an extraction of some more especial moments are in order.
Jit was in his slack pose, i.e. the lying back cradling his head, so me and DH decided to copy him. (it intrigues me that three tall people are sitting right at the front of the class, completely blocking shorter people like Peng Seng and Chew)
Mr. Yee: There are…four girls and one accelerated student here, and I don’t think any of them are…attracted to you. So you don’t need to pose.
Later Dao Han the super retard was flipping his tie against his face.
And Mr. Yee spotted him.
Mr. Yee: Girls, don’t you feel…disappointed that the boys in this schools are…
Jit: Dude nothing to do with us, just this retard over here WTH.
LMAO. Effing retard.
Odd I realize I need to go forward into the past to tell something important. Like, architectural changes to our class.
Essentially, class 403 is steadily transforming into a band studio. Which can be scary as I chanced upon DH and Cyrus jamming at the electric piano in the morning. And DH would say, WEEKA-WEEKA-WEEK!
And the very last quote of Mr. Yee shall not be mentioned here due to it being too incriminating for his own good. That said, I’ve already incriminated him. Which can only be…I dunno. For his own good? *sniggers*
Moving forward. Forward more. My remote control isn’t working somehow. Garn now I have to get out of the sofa to change channels.
Bio was good. Like. Over a week our teacher somehow became a doctor. That’s just so…WoAh. For the rest of the lesson, I wasn’t sure if he was just hyper about getting the new title, or if it was his usual teaching style. Rapid-bullet teaching style. I like the analogies, though.
Mr. Low: Imagine if we had a group of foreigners we wanted to turn away at the customs…oh no, no, that’s NOT a good analogy…
But hey I QUITE like it. So I furthered the thought and let the unwanted people be the foreign particle in the cell, the vesicle transporting them be the specially arranged tour bus, and the cell membrane as the cliff. *for notes on exocytosis, Wikipedia is a good start*
“Hey you people. Get on this bus, and this bus only”
“OK!” *in a retarded kinda voice.*
Some time later…
“Um…how come we’re like headed for a cliff? GET THE DRIVER ARGH WE’RE GONNA DIE!”
‘This bus has been set on autopilot’
“Uh-oh”
:D
Crap. Rewind. Rewindrewindrewind.
Mr. Murali: Would all the Koreans come outside to meet me now.
*Lots of students stand up. GG*
Later on…
Mr. Yee: Why you talking and laughing?
James: Oh, Dr. Hang thought there were only 10 (50?) Koreans in the entire school and was like O.o when we all came.
N1
And to end off…
Mr. Yee: I don’t like it when you talk about something and don’t tell me, because I will immediately think it’s about ME. Ad then I go around the rest of the day scratching my back wondering if there’s a tortoise drawn there.
ANGEL SIMPSON’S TIE IS SO COOL.

The Catalyst

2011-01-16T01:38:00.000-08:00

I need the magic in me. But their other things I’d like to turn other than the pavement into gold.
Yea man no Da Vinci yet still honeymoon week WOOTZ.
Which is why I’m not too looking forward to SMP. Unless of course…hmm…better not to insult certain people. Heh.
Anyway. Funny what can happen in two lessons. But then again…each lesson is two hours long WTH. WTH. WHY DO WE HAVE 5 HOURS OF MATH A WEEK :O
Mentoring was fun. PPL VOTE JIT. HE’S POLITE AND NEVER GETS ANGRY.
Man. That sounds SO darn sarcastic. :P
Math was Math. :D Mr. Yee was :D while reading our reasons for voting the…female mentor reps mainly.
DH: What happens if your eyeballs get poked out ah? Can you still see?
Jit: Dude WTH obviously not right dun be a retard.
DH: No I mean if you got your eyeballs poked out but u still have your optic nerves connected. *mimes pulling his eyeballs up ad swinging them around*
Jit: *WTF* expression
Hmm. Random insertation but I’m quite sure it happened that day.
This is wonderful now a single blogpost is taking, say THREE days to finish cos I’m helplessly trying to remember somethings that happened five days ago. WTH.
ARRKKK RAWR BIO HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN.
See the teacher is a bit (not too promising smiley) but thenthenthen, we always have DH around to save the day.
Ms. Lim: OK this is a swordfish *draws a fish, then a long extension from there the tail is* and this is the sword. The longer the sword is, the more attractive the male is to the female…
DH: MMmm…so the longer and thicker the sword is, the more attractive the fish…
Later…
Ms. Lim: OK so phylogeny was used to test for whether the Japanese were selling illegal whales.
DH: YES SPERM WHALES! *wriggles with index finger*
Ms. Lim: Of course, it was illegal to hunt humpback whales…
DH: Humpback, humpback, humpback *makes humping motions*
Me: WTFH
Looking forward to first Econs lecture…or not.

Mine

2011-01-14T06:51:00.001-08:00

Right so today was a boring day like the one that I knew, and I’m like, forget it! Woo-hoo-hoo!
Great. Today was such a day. Like, the day when I see just HOW MUCH one man can procrastinate. I was just looking forward to receiving 400 big bucks, when it is revealed that instead of taking it up with the relevant in-charge-of-announcement people at least a week before. And he had about two months to inform them. Hmm.
After a week of voting, consideration, discussion with various teachers (WHY VARIOUS TEACHERS :O) We get our…dundundundun new mentor rep. At least it’s someone falling along our expectations, unlike 302.
And the mentor rep is…ROY!
Roy: NOOO!!! *does the multi middle-fingers*
N1 too pro.
So Tseren, there is a pain in my chest, but I wish you the best, with a “Forget you!” Woo-hoo-hoo!
D’OH. Stupid Physics. They just couldn’t have a teacher that doesn’t bore my pants off.
Nat the retard: GALEN I WANT YOUR PANTS!
Just a random retarded reference from yesterday. Wonder what the little guy was thinking about WTH.
ROAR and I couldn’t even add nayting to my LRRH story. Maybe I should join that whatever Mr. Valles is encouraging us to join. Although the NEAREST thing I’ll go to compose a poem would be a dumb haiku. Like, in length. Haiku length. :D
Break consisted mostly of stories about what and asshole Jit is when playing DOTA. Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Heheheh.
It was Chem. And it was good. Ms. Wong is, I dunno, somehow a much more fun teacher.
Ms. Wong: OK. I ask who is the best in Math, biology, whatever, but I really don’t care! The only thing I care about is…who is the best in Chem!
Yao Rui GG too pro liao
And Jeremias N1 forget to bring notes two days in a row get ready to be effed.
As I was telling Shreyas yesterday, the research project proposal was due like today so he didn’t have to worry because Galen was taking care of it. According to the timetable, anyhow. The one that says Orientation week counted. Then Galen tells him that he-shreyas-was gonna do it.
Me: You can start worrying now.
Shreyas: *:O* until we confirm that everything is at least pushed back for a week.
And Math GG we all gonna die if we screw up this worksheet.
Mr. Yee: AND JIT WU GOT 3/20!
So apparently a frog SOMEHOW managed to get into 408 despite them being at the 5th storey like the rest of us.
Mr. Yee: And they were all AIIIEEE and got Nikki there also so even more AIIEEE until I headache liao.
Later on we served up our own version of WIIIIIUUUU as began by our own awesome teacher.
Mr. Yee: OKOK ENUFF ARGH
Mr. Yee: YOU MATH OLYMPIAD YOU DUN TELL ME YOU CANNOT SEE THIS!
Aiyah. Getting pwned so hard.
Damn it’s hard to get laid in Alter Ego. Gotta be adventurous more, I guess. Now if only my thoughtless spending wasn’t so freaking ridiculous.
Anyhoo, break was great.
Me: Could you turn your back for the entire time you’re here?
Mr. Yeo: Why?
Me: *incriminating evidence*
Mr. Yeo: Playing what?
Me: *incriminating evidence*
Mr. Yeo: Playing what?
Me: Nothing.
Mr. Yeo: Good.
Then he proceeds to pwn on the acoustic guitar and electric piano. IN order, I would think.
Claire: It’s NOT FAIR!
Mr. Yeo: Why? *acts shocked*
Claire: You…you’re a Physics teacher, and…
But Mr. Yeo was failing at the jazzy percussion beats :O GG. While Ming Wei was sabotaging him and reducing Claire to laughter.
Then Ms. Mak comes in and goes Hey...until everyone else distracts her, leavin gus alone. OOH
I was trying to encourage Galen to do the impromptu story-with music again but…
Galen: TOO TIRED D:
EEYER.
Hitler had a leetle problemo. He no…LOOKALIKA MAN!
Yes it’s Epic. :D
And so was the CCA fair. Everything was in full swing at like…3.30. Wen I came down. Every booth except Journalism Club.
Me: Two…chairs…and four tables. *LMAO*
Ming Wei: I see your budget has been WELL allocated! *LOL*
I was laughing all the way till four, when Mr. Chin arrives ON THE DOT to set it up. And begin designing the banners. GG. Too pro procrastination strikes again.
Owing to the fact that our teacher-in-charge was watching the Drama instead of giving a crap about the booth ANYWAY, I decided that it would be good to follow his example. :D. Tus followed lots of walking, poking random people, and shocking Ming Wei almost witless.
*Claire is telling some story*
*I randomly start doing the mass dance, having been too high doing it in the concourse previously*
MW: :O You’re like…spoiling the mood!
*Orchestra begins percussion march refrain*
*I march towards Ming Wei*
MW: ARGH *thrusts out hands to block me* *nearly collapses breathing hard*
GG WhaT A NooB.
Cyrus: Will you be the missing piece of GAVEL CLUB?
Me: YES! *mimes disappearing*
Yao Rui’s family have ALL inherited the uber-sian look. And the uber-proness at music. GG MAN.
Later in the bus home…
Brendan: Why does Journalism have Boggle?
Me: Some people just need to learn HOW to spell…how’s life?
Brendan: ||| BORING!
Me: Variety is the spice of life! The occasional dash of boredom ensures your life is complete!

F*** YOU

2011-01-13T06:08:00.000-08:00

Things change.
And it’s not just my…standing with the school basketball team. Heh.
Never knew William was one of those wise speaking, peacemaking gurus. :O
“We may have lost the match, but the war is not over.”
This could just go as one of the EPIC QUOTES OF 2011. :D
Anyway. It was like such a big thing when I made such a blunt post. With everyone reminding me of it except for…the post starter. Hurm.
(so I shall quietly be an asshole here and remind all those who read my blog that if you multiply the score difference by two it’s ALMOST the same as the score difference between da two NBA teams)
AND my relationship status. I’d like to say nothing here except that I‘m truly sorry not to have invited you all. :)
So. Today was a glitch. Like Shreyas said in PE,
“They put the fertilizer there on Monday. It’s been a whole week!”
Hurm. Now hang on while I go find those three mysterious vanishing days. Sooraj Day, Sourav Dey…
Swinging people around is fun. Like, when you’re the axis.
So Sooraj becomes the…PE rep. GG
Sooraj: Teacher somebody is gaying me.
*ROY is humping Sooraj. As usual. WTF gay piece of *insert Jit Wu language*
And then whatever our new PE teacher cooked up became an almost-rugby kinda thing. WTH. Brendan got injured, and Raphael was shouting at Gabriel (Wait suddenly I am stunned by the seraphic references. :O)
The best part was at the freaking end.
DH(to Lee Ji-Hyun): Who are the PE reps ah?
Ji: Me..and Sooraj.
DH: Oh Sooraj is PE rep? Then why is he…*points off vaguely at the leaving 402 crowd*
Ji: :O OH NO. *get up to chase “Soo”* HEY! SOORAJ! COME BACk!
Sooraj: SHHH *nearly collapsing in laughter*
Ji: Eh where’s Sooraj? *turns to see the man* WTH! *runs back*
DH: *LHAO*
Ji: I hate you lah!!
Retard. RETARD.
Adds in random part where William was trying to strangle Nicholas yesterday. NOT SO MR. NICE GUY. While Jit and Soo just sat there to be…Jit-tish. Mmhmm.
English was so…BLAH. I don’t even want to soliloquize about it.
Ming Wei was traipsing around during break YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE BEHIND M&M’S TOMORROW MORNING while I engaged in less worldy activities. Like looking for otherworldly songs, made by a probably highly-drunk composer.
Ambars Cyrus while poking his belly button. Sometimes I feel bad about bullying him. :X
Aiyah Chem forgot to bring notes now gonna lose 10 marks GG.
(will not mention the huge amounts of cash I’m carrying around now so it won’t get stolen)