what the hell is happening. what are you people playing at?
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Goth. Emo. Punk.
Wow, I survived today.
Survived? Well, first off, I won't attempt to hide the fact that I was a little squeamish about the invitation. Jacq and I haven't spoken in what.. three? Four years? Yeah that'd be a good estimate. The theme was Goth Emo Punk. I wondered, I don't even look like your modern teenager, what more Goth Emo Punk? Wow.
Thus, I dug out some info from Su Ann (Climbing Mount Everest is easier than trying to look for her.) about the party. Apparently, Jacq has some friends that are really into this.. Goth thing. I thought it was pretty cool to have a dress theme.. but I didn't think I'd be able to fit in. Maybe stick out like a sore thumb.
Basically, I didn't think I'd fit in at all. St Pat's guys and what not. It's just two different groups of people. Thank god (wow I actually said that.) not all of them were into the... err crazy stuff. They were really nice people ^_^''. Very pleasent company.
At first, it was really, really uncomfortable. I'm not joking. Jacq was persuading us to "Mingle with the guys" and Su Ann was saying "Everyone's like so awkward out there. Go talk to them or mingle or something." Chester was supposed to be a guru at this. (Go out with him. Count the number of times he suddenly lags behind and you see him exchanging a few lines with.. all sorts of people.) But no, our stomachs were more important xD.
So we found a table, (Funnily, after we ate. Yes, we had dinner standing.) and to our delight, saw Leonard and Joel. Gosh it's been such a long time. Seeing a familiar face in there was a god send. Su was flitting around with the camera and doing the admin stuff =\ so no sense of easiness from there.
Then a bunch of girls kinda came over and sat down. Now, we're only teenagers. I wish I had the awesome social skills of a politician or say.. some Chester. So yes, awkwardness to the max =\. Hey, I'm like from VS so cut me some slack ya? The only women I see are teachers. (for most part.) Heck, Darren and I had problems LOOKING for a gift.
From there, conversation just kinda started. In Singapore, the degree of separation is say.. 3. That means my friend's friend's friend is your friend. "Do you know so and so, how about so and so? Wow you do? Yes, s/he's..." Something to that effect. Great ice breaker, this small country of ours. And so we were in our own little table, quite oblivious to the happenings around us. Or at least I was.
See, while we were busy chatting, there were guys screaming and dancing in the function room. They spun each other like tops while screaming like those.. screamo thingies. Emo stuff. Okay, fine. It's an emo party.. we weren't supposed to be happy people. Then the table behind us started smoking and drinking alcohol like pepsi, at least from my point of view. Heck, some of them got really drunk towards the end and spanked Darren's ass or something. My first time seeing someone getting so boozed. Quite freaky.
As if that's not enough, there was a food fight. Great. So we can't get respite from the smoke, can't stay in the function room due to the immense amount of noise (I listen to a healthy serving of MCR, Breaking Benjamin but no, I don't scream in accordance. Variety is the spice of life (: ) Aaand we couldn't stay where the buffet was because curry, noodles, fried rice and a plethora of other dishes meant the AIR-CONDITIONED area smelt like.. a dump.
We dealt with the smoke. At least we could sit there. I sat down and spoke to one of the girls. At first I took her reaction towards us people in musical CCAs as disdain.. but it was more of a kind of respect. She had an active interest in learning the violin, flute and drums among other things, but she had some co-ordination difficulty with her hands.
Asked her to do some simple co-ordination stuff, which she could, so I didn't really see a problem. Said it was something to do with rolling the fingers.. but IMO, it's the passion that really counts. I think if you really want to do it, learning an instrument is seriously no problem at all. The moment you lose interest, it just dies off right there. Keep the spark alive and the train'll just keep chugging. I say give it a try Cheryl (:
Well, time passed a lot faster than I expected, and I felt we were just becoming friends. Sands of time must have been messed up somewhere there.
I swear, I can remember their names. Let me type them out. Cheryl, Siu Ling, (I THINK. I CANNOT REMEMBER CHINESE NAMES FOR THE LIFE OF ME, LOL.) Michele, Zelia (That's one unique name. Wonder if I got the spelling right?) Wow, I remembered. I didn't actually address ANY of them by their name. Not even once xD. Just didn't seem.. right. Maybe I should. After all, everyone's proud of their name. 'S what your parents left for ya.
And so, we ex-Ngee Ann chaps decided to follow two of the girls for some F&B. I admit, I didn't have enough =\. Food was cold. And so, for the first time in his life, Ian set foot into Gellare (After a very effective persuasion tactic employed by the girls. No negotiations. Just walk in. Rofl.) and had the shock of his life =\. My wallet died a little when one waffle, a scoop of ice cream and a topping ate away 1/5 of my allowance. I'm keeping that god damn receipt lol. (They were like so anti-social =\ Sitting at one corner by themselves and just said "Bye" before they left. Lol. Chester must've scared them xD.)
Didn't sleepover at Chester's.. couldn't stand not going home for that night.. no idea why. Sorry homie =\.
Yeah and so I got home pretty late.. like 12ish. Probably one of the latest I've ever been home. It was one helluva experience.. I definitely do not regret going. Jacq seemed worried that the party might not turn out so good. I say I had a really great time. Now if she could just ever sign in to MSN.. (Maybe, just maybe, I can scale Everest and look for Su Ann.)
Related stuff to mum and dad... learned a lot. Dad pointed out people are on different levels. Which is why I might hold disdain for the party animals.. whilst they think I have no style. (I actually rejected the alcohol offered by Cheang and Ches.) Just the tip of the ice berg. If I list anymore, I'm going to become a grandpa telling WW II stories to his grandchildren.
I don't usually attend parties like these for fear of any faux pas I might commit. For shame. I forgot one of the best pieces of advice I've ever heard.
If you're not out of your circle of comfort, you're not learning.
EDIT: Spelling. Thanks for correcting me (: And I never knew Siu Ling was Samantha.
Had Chinese in the morning... as far as I'm concerned, it's the "catch up on your sleep" period. Gosh, I mean, even the school has given up on me. Why should I care anymore yes? Chinese students have been divided into "potentials." That is to say, potential A1s and potential F9s.
A flurry of activities have recently besieged these people with great potential. The ones in between? Left to rot I guess. So rot I shall. There wasn't anything for me to complete during Chinese, so Zzzz. Then another wanker of a chinese teacher came in and tapped me on the shoulder in a bid to chastise me for sleeping during chinese. IT'S CHINESE DAMNNIT. YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GAVE UP ON US NO-POTENTIAL STUDENTS IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Next was Physics. Lab. Move on.
Then came Geography. It was the only real period throughout the day, really. We went through the new chapter. I did a fair bit of listening.. it was pretty interesting actually... there are ways in which one can gauge how a country is doing be it in terms of GNP or HDI.
And after Geography, all hell broke loose rofl. No bridge for 4F? Fine. We degraded to 10 year olds playing weird games like "ZHA!" and "Hai dai" and Pepsi Cola. LOLOLOLOOL. I laughed so bloody hard my sides almost split. Can you imagine a bunch of Sec 4s screaming "ZHA! ZHA! ZHA!" "SCISSORS PAPER STONE" "LAI LAI COME ZHA TOURNAMENT. SEASON 1."
Tim won like 10 games in a row and 2 seasons of the ZHA tourney. Lmfao.
Then there was a violent game of Pepsi Cola. How the hell you can have 4 teenagers in a team, 2 moves per person at the tiny and cramped area at the back of the classroom playing that shit is really beyond me. But it happened anyway.
However, being the good student that I am, I finished my Geography homework with the remaining time. Yes, it's the start of something new indeed.
And so, after an exhausting day at school, we set off for our Great Journey. To where? LIDO! For what? Collect the Kane Edition of Command and Conquer 3! With a free Razer mousepad! /geekasm.
If any of you every been to Lido, you'll know how the 5th floor (Cineplex) looks like. It's basically one whole circle, with a bunch of shops selling food and a cinema entrance. The queue stretched from the whole of the cinema entrance to around the circle before looping around a passageway is a U shape.
That's well over 300 people!
Before god sets man on a journey, he usually gives them a really difficult test. So, being devoted zealots, we queued. Turns were taken in buying Subway sandwiches, which was to serve as our lunch as we zipped there immediately after school ended. ("Hai.. you all ah...." -Mc) It was noisy, stuffy and our stomachs were whining, but still we preservered.
Sounds like a journey of the fantastic four eh?
Here's where we bag that obnoxious award.
I suggested going to the console area to check the games out, as Brian was horribly bored, (He came to check the place out.) and Brandy to act as his escort. Well, Brian got shoo'ed away halfway there, whereas there was some weird hole in the caramel syrup-thick sea of sweaty people.
LO AND BEHOLD! A DAMN SHORTCUT.
LMAO. You bet we'd exploit it. Phone calls were made over hushed whispers as we planned our devious little plot. Sly left the queue to meet Brandon. The two fellas behind me were glaring at the both of us, wondering what we were up to. Whatever, lawl.
A lil' later, Sly came back and grabbed my redemption cards. The two people were seriously staring at us. I could feel their piercing glare from behind my head, lol. Betcha they knew what we were up to.
And a lil' after that, Sly came back with two copies of the game with a ton of freebies. We instantly turned to cowards and beat feet out of that hellish place.
Staring ensued. ROFL...
I was told by the two-step hairstylists I looked like a PRC T_T.....
I KNEW there was something weird about my new hair. Just couldn't put my finger on it. The ladies at 2-step pointed it out clearly and succintly. Never mind. Despite this, I still have faith in NK's hairstylists =\. It's only my second time there (First time round was okay.) and I told them to slope my hair. (Because I can't layer it! Big whoop.)
The next time I go back there, I'm gonna tell the hairstylist what those people said ):
Personal woes aside, today was a pretty awesome day, albeit wasted because we couldn't catch a movie. Bloody hell, reached Eng Wah to watch Mr. Bean's Holiday with I think 20 minutes to spare. G_G sold out, despite their big ass screen displaying "Mr Bean's Holiday: 3.30: Available."
Well, whatever. Suntec's huge. I'm sure we can do SOMETHING...
That we did. We spent like an hour awlking around the whole of Suntec looking for Harvey Norman when all we had to do was take the escalator down ONE level and make a 180 deg turn. But NOOOO.. walking blindly forward was too enticing =\.
Valkyrie Profile 2 was 60 bucks. What a rip off for a one year old game. Darren didn't get his GoW 2.. probably thought 90 was too high. Ended up with a $130 price tag at PP. Those asses really know how jack up their prices. Well, a bus trip to Suntec is worth that $40.
Then we had dinner at Roxy basement. Oh yes, First thing I did in the morning (for both Saturday and Sunday) was to do my homework. I am so proud of myself. ^^
I DO NO WANT TO LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN' PRC.
What I did: Sent a weird, shit-disgusting page with a misleading link to Joel and Sly. Reason: I thought it was pretty funny. Misleading link which ends up at a disturbing animated crap with annoying music.
And so the next day, I got preached by Pope Yap the Zealous, saying how it's wrong and he finds it very offensive. Okay, fine. I apologized. My bad for being an insensitive freak right? He got so pissed probably because it was after he quoted one fucking lump of text from the bible about sexuality. I must say, it was full of bullocks to me. Your body belongs to god. This belongs to god, that belongs to god. GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN OWN DAMNNIT, OTHER THAN MY OWN THOUGHTS. Wait, do my thoughts even belong to me?
Then he goes on to say "You may find it funny, but as a Christian I think it is VERY MORALLY OFFENSIVE!!!!111oneoneoneplusoneequalstwo"
Hello? The web page was linked to me by a guild mate in WoW. I don't have the numbers, but last I remembered, a crap load of people in America are christians. There must have at least been ONE christian in the guild at that time, right? Well guess what? Everyone went "WTF that's some sick shit dude." or "I've set that as my home page." "I'm at 70 spins now."
It was taken with nothing more than a grain of salt. We laughed and got over it.
Joel's response? The typical type I get from christians whenever I try to make a point about my beliefs. "You are mortal, you do not understand." "The people who did the crusades were wrong." "Those christians who bombed the abortion clinic were led astray."
So his reply? "Those people are WRONG. I don't care about them. I only care about myself!"
WAIT! Last I remembered, god didn't teach y'all to be self-centered pricks, right?
Also, I asked "So you find gays morally wrong?"
"No, I don't feel gays are wrong. It's the act of being gay that is morally wrong."
WTF was that supposed to mean?
Typical christian hypocrisy. I hate making sweeping statements, but I just see it so rampant.
"I don't Reject your Christ, I love your Christ. It's just that so many of you Christians are so unlike your Christ." -Mahatma Ghandi
So 4F got busted for playing cards. It was comical, at least from my perspective. Bridge-playing fools finally learned their lesson. Mua hahaha.
Quote KC:"I can't believe how stupid you guys are to play cards when Mr. Chia has already marked your class."
ROFL. QFMFT. Yeah, it's really really stupid. Those who knew who the players were helped Tim by keeping quiet when Chia/KC wanted confessions. MC gave in and told Chia the truth after some threats. I don't blame him. It's a dog eat dog world. So anyway, Tim DIDN'T get scolded but MIGHT be due for some CWO in school.
EDIT: To prevent unhappiness... it's because Chia threatened to call his parents and haul up the whole class. Not worth it to keep it under wraps at that price. So it's under lots of pressure and extremely unfavorable circumstances that the players admitted who played bridge.
And so the bunch swore off playing bridge in class ever again. I got a kick rubbing it in by saying "Lol, 5 no trump. 2 diamond. 3 spade." etc.
Then I stopped laughing ):
Screwed up my prelim oral BIG TIME. Okay, some of you say "You siao ah. Enough la. See so good liao. You 32 only then I what? 27 ah?"
It's not how much I get. It's more of I KNOW I didn't do well. Bloody hell. The OE (Mr Ee) kept shooting questions after questions. For my picture description thingy, he shotgunned so many questions into my face I was led into thinking I'm not supposed to talk until he asked a question.
He commented "Reading was good, but a bit too soft. Don't let the examiner prompt you during your picture too much. Practice on your conversation we as well. But overall, I'm quite happy with you."
WTF? Quite happy? Wuzzat supposed to mean? That's really, really vague. We were told "The examiner would ask you a very vague question to begin the picture. For example, where is this picture taken?"
The question we got "Tell me about the man wearing the straw hat."
That was vague indeed! Pfft. You give me vague comments and shoot me a very direct question. Erm, you viewing your world upside down or something?
About the bridge people. The question we got was "Tell me about something unexpected that happened to you today."
JACK FUCKING POT!
What could have been more unexpected? Everything could be described with extreme detail and vividness. Hell, some of them were probably still thinking about the incident, it being such a major one this time round.
As MC said "When I heard that question, I smiled and everything just came shootin' out non-stop."
Blessing in disguise. Lucky fools.
Crashed at home, took a shower then went to sleep. (The bunch of us only managed to get some sleep on the hard, wooden floor at 5+ am.)
Got invited to YH's place for a BBQ + optional sleepover.
For starters, I finally had a REAL barbeque. Satay was good, chicken was good, sotong was good etc. a fulfilled stomach, at any rate. Much to my chagrin, no one else from VS came. Melvin couldn't make it, Daryl didn't want to come, my loyal subject was sick and in pain, MC was... TIRED. Fair enough, he had a concert whereas I had a nap.
Met YH's much talked-about friend Shimon. I don't get it, he isn't as you guys described =\. Pretty nice, funny at times. He got dunked though, xD. Why? He wasn't wearing jeans, (high five Lance!) left his phone upstairs and had a water-proof watch. G_G.
After much physical violence, we persuaded Shimon into the pool =D. YH proceeded with the gaying and hanky panky. I do not wish to recollect this scene with any more vividity.
It was late and I wanted to watch a movie, so I chose my kaki over my sleep =\. Yes, it's the last day I can sleep for as long as I like on a comfy bed. Nothing much happened later. Finally got to watch PotC 2. Like YH said, it's just a build up to the third movie. Still, Depp's a genius. Seriously. He does effeminate, heroic, slick and charismatic. Oh yes and stupid. Bloody versatile. Wouldn't be even half as good if anyone else got the role as Jack Sparrow.
Sadly, by outlasting Wei Jia (YH's sis.) and her friends, we were rewarded with the "No room and no mattress" debuff. Yikes. Another night of sleeping on the hard floor. My ankles and elbows are red =\. Hips hurt like hell but hey, I wasn't surprised. There weren't any other beds besides the king-sized one for YH's folks. Silly of me to not bring my sleeping bag while I was collecting my toiletries from home.
Got up next morning aching a little. Washed up and had some pretty good bee hoon for breakfast while watching survivor. God, that series is still on. What's more, there was actually a commercial for ANOTHER survivor during the breaks. WTH?
Then I finally watched High School Musical in it's entirety. I never watched it because..
1)I was forced to listen to the songs everyday before I even watched the movie or heard of it.
2)TV? What's that?
Okay, it wasn't too bad. I thought I'd scream after hearing "Breaking Free" another time. Somehow with imagery it isn't too bad. In fact, I don't mind listening to it now. Zac Effron has a super high-pitched voice. xD
However, horribly unrealistic. Unless both Vanessa Anne Hudgens and Zac Effron were blessed with perfect pitch, (1 out of 10,000 people.) they COULDN'T have sang so well in the duet at the start of the show. What's more, you wouldn't get so wild on stage with someone totally alien to you. It's a show aimed at teenage girls I guess =\. For that, it does it's job just fine.
Got home and blogged. I'm dead tired.
So glad to be back home again. Stop asking me why I turned up for the camp. But I'm gonna let y'all know why anyway.
Short story: I come and go as I please.
Long story: I was supposed to pass Cliffy something, but... when I stepped onto the school gates, I realized I didn't bring it! How awesome. So anyway, when I met up with the rest, I found out there was supposed to be a barbeque.
Conclusion: Unless you like starving half to death, do not trust school barbeques. I had a grand total of... 1 otah. That's right. Every Sec 1 had their fill of bee hoon, otahs and satays. Some even went for second helpings. Not that I mind... it wasn't that good anyway. Besides, we'll be calling for McDonald's later =D.
So, after dinner (if you can call a couple of marshmellows and one piece of otah dinner.) we did our talent time, appropriately titled "Say No to Comm".
I loved the skit so much I said yes to being a guest star! Everyone put up convincing acts. There was no mistake on who was poking fun at who. Hilarious.
Still, it was just a build up to the main event for the day. (spilling over to the next day.)
THE NIGHTWALK!
Rofl. Bobby, Blim, Chester (and his 2 TKSS friends, lol) came just to scare Sec 1s for the nightwalk.
Originally, we were supposed to tie a raffia strong to the toilet door knob, paste the checkpoint paper onto said toilet door. When the unfortunate chap approaches to sign on the paper, we'd yank the string. Said door would then swing open with a bang, revealing a doll drenched in light stick fluid sitting on the toilet seat.
BUT! We had no string, so we changed the set up quite a few times. The "manipulating the doll with a string from behind the window" didn't work too well.
So we settled for leaving the doll on the toilet floor, with a light stick strapped on to it. Drenched with light stick fluid too, of course. Once a person steps into the toilet, and the door closes, Bobby'd play some freaky child lullabye sang by a little girl. Now that's some terrifying stuff.
Bobby, hiding behind a wall would boo. Wayne, lying on the metal covering above urinals would scream hysterically and bang on the... well, metal thingy.
Gawd, we had two Sec 1s running out crying, and countless more screaming emanating from the toilet. Mua hahaha. Most fun I had in a long, long time xD. But there was a slight hitch when it was the last walker's turn.
This coward takes 20 minutes per checkpoint. He checked the damn dustbin TWICE. Waving a light stick in it to check if someone's there to scare him. 40 minutes of persuasion couldn't get him in.
"Okay I knock twice then I count to 3 then you go in, okay?"
"Okay."
*Knocks twice.*
"One, two.."
"WAIT WAIT. My leg frozen cannot move."
WTF? Jesus. What a bloody exaggeration. I got pissed, switched on the lights and dragged his sorry screaming ass into the toilet, got him to sign.
"Congratulations. You're not even half a Victorian as compared to the others. EVERYONE has gone through this walk except for you."
"Sorry."
Sorry? Nah. I'm just feeling sorry for you.
I regret quitting the organized game halfway and quitting the clan.
I'm sorry.
My actions are not justified, but I have my reasons. In short, the day was very very long due to some family problems. I get home and got thrown in to a DotA inhouse game.
Not to mention I got stuck with a shit team. That was the breaking point. I rage-quitted upon death and decided to step down as a guild officer. Couldn't find the damn option, so I just left oRb.
I regret my actions. But what's done is done, and I stand by my actions. Let this serve as a reminder of my crappy, fiery and horrid temper. What doesn't kill can only make one stronger... I hope.
That's it I guess. Oh, and for the first time, I actually started my holiday homework early. Only have maths to go. Whoopee.
EDIT:http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=821
Video game symphony. Games include Final Fantasy, Elder scrolls III and IV. It's not a nerd thing, really. Games have great music, whether y'all believe it or not. For those interested, grab this chance. It's probably only gonna be the first and last time Singapore gets a video game symphony. Also, we're the first in Asia, so yeah. Worth every single penny. Let me know if you're interested.
That is all.
Gawd I'm in paaain. 3 ulcers in my mouth and a very enthusiastic wisdom tooth desperate to see the world. Then there's this pain for people who don't usually bowl.
I was against it from the very beginning. But we HAD to go bowling. But I NEEDED to get my hair cut. But I DIDN'T want to get it done at Marina. But they HAD to bowl at Marina.
Damn Chia caught me for my hair on Friday, because I was laying back in class. Read: Laying back. Not sleeping. The blithering idiot accused me of sleeping. So I told him "You're putting words in my mouth, sir."
That wasn't accusation, right?
Heeee yeahhh. Sureeeee. You don't go around telling people what they're doing and expect them to take the shit you fling at them.
But I'm sure y'all know how it is with the uncouth. I got shouted at. Okay, cool. I'm pretty damned sure I'm clean as far as school records are concerned. Maybe a little late work, but never something serious like truancy, theft etc.
Which meant my phone was NOT on. (For those who don't already know, I GOT A PHONE!) So naturally, that's one potential griefing opportunity show down right in front of him. The next avenue? Socks.
Too bad I'm one step ahead.
"You wanna see my socks too?" *Sticks leg up, rolls up trousers.*
"EH BOY YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
The hell? No, I wasn't TELLING you what to do. I ASKED a question. In fact, I saved you from having to ask at all. Then you had to be all silly and shout at me. See, in the end, more energy is wasted. Never mind. It'll help in reducing the spare tire(s).
On to the arm pain. Bowling, is painful. It hurts the fingers, the palm, the arm and the shoulder. Dad says it doesn't matter even if you fail to hit any pins, but just get your style right. To that extent, I agree. If you give me a choice between bowling gracefully, not hitting anything much and looking like a caveman striking every now and then, I'd much rather take flight as the swan, thank you very much.
For a total newbie who hasn't bowled more than 5 times, 78 isn't too bad, right? The fact that the last time I bowled was say, 4 months ago, should be taken into account as well.
I swear the next time, I'm getting more than a hundred.
EDIT: OMFG MY EAR PIECE. THE RUBBER THINGY CAME OUT WTF.