Y Saturday, April 28, 2007
9:24 pm
WOW WOW WOW. I'M LIKE, SUPER HYPER TODAY LOLOLOL.Yes, saturdays are study days, and I haven't really put in 100% for any of the saturdays. I think I will now, though. I'm feeling so guilty. Played so hard today and did little work. As per the norm, PP mac's.
Then Darren came and said his mum would buy us lunch today. CRYSTAL JADE. CRYSTAL JADE. $$$$$. Though their beef kway teow standard dropped, the food there was still good. Some of y'all might disagree, but it's been ages since I ate their food. Ate till our stomachs almost burst... three baskets of cha siew pao, har kow and siew mai. O_O. Darren's family eats A LOT.
Walked back to MC's place and continued with a bit more work, then MC cooked this omelette thing with crab sticks in it. He cooked 2, both with different sauces. There was this.. red sauce with shrimp paste and scallop sauce thing. To be honest, it looked pretty scary, rofl.
The second one was honey. Weird right? Eggs, crabsticks and HONEY o_O. Unsurprisingly, it tasted pretty good. (Everything MC makes is weird, looks weird, but pretty nice.)
THEN CAME THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY! THE TRIP TO THE ARCADE!
Daytona is the most funnest (Grammar!) game ever. Why? Because not everyone can play it! It's fun just to watch people play. There was this malay guy who changes his gear 2 seconds of shifting into it. Right, so he was at the last gear at a speed of 180 LOL. Even funnier was his drifting.
At the sharp turns, you gotta change gears and turn, creating this glide effect. So you get around the turn without mishaps, lose minimal speed and look stylish while you're at it.
Right, on to his drifting. He smashes the gear box (!) from 4 to 3, then 2 and 1. Then it gets thumped hard back to 3 and 4. So the gear display is jumping about crazily while his car does a Tony Hawk and spins 360 in the air, 720 on the ground. AWESOME. Oh wait, he says "F**K!" LOL.
This blog is my blog. So we have to come back to me! =P. I can drift now. LOL.
Y Wednesday, April 25, 2007
7:54 pm
Gosh, haven't blogged in awhile. Been sooo damn busy after that weekend. And I'm not even done with it all. This week's a killer week, and I have this sinking feeling that it's just gonna get worse as the year goes on. Oh, the life of a student. (LIFE OF A STUDENT? WAIT TILL YOU START WORKING. -Mum)Now, where to start. Ah yes. The Victorian Challenge. MC's brainchild of selling liquids of different colours and densities in plastic bottles didn't really come to fruitation. It was just too damn complicated and difficult to make a sample; we didn't even know what liquids to use. The proceeds were supposed to be computers for the F classes. (3F, 4F)
So in the end, the class settled for a 24-hour blog, which would be updated hourly. The idea wasn't too hot at first. A blog. How bland.
Then KC pointed out we'd need cameras, writers, editors, computers etc. THAT'S when the class started to catch on. Imagine, a crew of 3 armed with a camera, note pad, pen and full of zeal and enthusiasm. Really, really rad.
For those who don't know what the Victorian Challenge is, it's a once-in-4-years event where Victorians from each class get together and do something for (or to) the school. It can be memorable, difficult or just plain fun. For example, a 5 storey staircase leading to the parade square had the school anthem painted on every deck of the stairs.
Another class built 2 barbeque pits so we students would not have to go to chalets or East Coast Park for a cancer-causing meal.
You get the idea. So our class is doing an hourly-updated blog. There'll be HQ (school) which handles the logistics(FOOD FOOD FOOD!), the overall in-charge, the IT guys who'll edit videos and the evil editors who reject articles out as they please. Here's where I get annoyed.
HELLO? I THOUGHT I WAS EVIL ENOUGH TO BE AN EDITOR! (No, I am not saying that because I have above-average writing skills. Honest. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.)
Well, maybe it ain't too bad. Running around the school (and potentially Singapore, but the x-country guys will chase after those who'll cycle 24 hours) with MC and Tim should prove to be pretty fun too. It's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing, what better company to have other than your buddies?
Of course, being the devious little(!) fella that I am, I volunteered to bring my PC for video editing (EVERYONE knows school PCs suck to the high heavens.) PROVIDED I was there to monitor the usage/use it personally. No, it's not a lack of trust. Just a ploy to make sure I get a HQ job. To sweeten the deal, I get to hop to and fro between HQ and the team. *Evil laugh.*
Alright, enough about the VC. Oh wait, there's nothing left to blog about.
Monday: Uneventful.
Tuesday: English Mock Exam Paper 1, Chinese MYE Listening Compre, Geog Mock Exam.
Herm. Pause here for a bit.
Mdm Kwok "This class, confirm 100% distinctions. Don't worry."
Wednesday: Mdm Kowk "I stayed up till 12 last night to mark your crr-ap." (I scored 10/25 for using 2 fool-scaps full of answers.), Physics SPA.
Thursday: Chinese Mock Exam Paper 1, English Mock Exam Paper 2
Friday: Chinese Mock Exam Paper 2, Chemistry SPA.
Ohhh shit.
Y Friday, April 20, 2007
11:43 pm
What's the last place on earth you guys would expect me to end up at? (Willingly)That's right! A church!
Fine fine. It wasn't for a service or anything. Rachel (Ex-school mate.) was performing a play and invited us to come. So yeap.. might as well take a look. I've never been into the inside of a church anyway. So we cabbed there and the first thing that greeted me was this bunch of chinese people dressed in indian traditional clothing, fooling no one with their phony accent. Weird.
Then we met Mrs Kee, our primary school music teacher. Small world.
Inside the hall, there was enough noise to make your head burst, enough people to make claustrophobic people break down and cry on the spot. Well, the hall wasn't that big (Chester pointed out it's not nearly as spacious as other churches) but at least the atmosphere (of a cheap Bollywood movie) was there. You get to exchange 50c for one token which you can use to purchase food, fruits and drinks. Well, we already ate and the food didn't seem too appetizing. (The teh-tarik is pretty good though. Free =D)
And soon the concert started. The props were GREAT! It was easy to tell lots of effort was put into making the set seem authentically indian. The announcer with the phony indian voice was annoying, but hey, gotta give him credit for trying.
So anyway, it's about this Esther girl that's so beautiful that the king gets smitten with her. She becomes empress, but is a jew!(gasp!)
Then the evil prime minister decides to exterminate all jews because one jew didn't bow to him. Okay, Esther's in a dilemma. She can remain silent and doom her people or try something. So she did something. How? By inviting the PM and king to a banquet, then giving them an invitation to a banquet during the banquet.
Esther believes in her god and the king soon has a dream that it was a jew who saved his life. That jew is rewarded, his and Esther's people safe. We have a happy ending, which proves that god is always watching over us. Yay.
Of course, it's a church, naturally the friendly christians there would approach you for a chat. So there was this middle-aged woman who came up to me during the interval and said..
"Hello. Jesus loves you."
"Oh yeah, I've heard. I'm an atheist."
*STUNNED LOOK ON FACE*
"Oh an ath-eist. But you know, Jesus died for you on the cross. It was so.. cruel and painful. He died for you."
"Ahh. Yes I know. But I didn't ask him to die for me. And theoretically, if god doesn't exist, Jesus's death doesn't really make sense. And being atheist.. yeah. As far as I'm concerned, they don't exist."
"How did you think that watch you're wearing came about..?"
She's trying that intelligent design crap on me. Come off it.. that's not the way to go about convincing an atheist. Atheists HATE the Intelligent Design/Creationism bullcrap.
"Well.. eh, it's not really going to work. I'm not going to convert.."
"Oh no! I'm not trying to convert you. God gives everyone free will to choose." (Darren did point out; free will and ordination cannot co-exist. Bible is true because god wrote it. God exists because bible is true.)
"That's why Adam and Eve ate the apple, right?" (Darren pointed this out too. What a christian.)
We both laughed at this point, so the conversation was quite amiable. I ended off saying I'll convert if one day God "touches" me. Until that day comes... we'll talk about it when it comes.
Crazy Chester wanted to go to sim pang or whatever weird, far away place that is. Darren and I concluded he was crazy and went home.
They all misunderstand.
Y Wednesday, April 18, 2007
9:54 pm
So it would seem '07 is a gloom year for VS, at least so far. Band had crappy judges and dropped to a silver from gold with honors and indian dance from gold to silver. Then came the whammy. This year's SYF is turning out to be quite unpredictable. I wouldn't even say CO did perform to expectations. For starters, we are a gold with honors potential orchestra.I dedicate this part of the post to the Victorians in VS Choir.
You guys may have dropped from being the best secondary school choir to gold, but know this: Whatever happens, we're all still Victorians. So long as we sing the same anthem, cheer the same cheers... we'll be right back at y'all. Sure, you may not be good enough for the judges, but you guys sure as hell are more than enough in our eyes. I believe the tears shed after the announcement were not in vain. Just like the band, VS choir will emerge stronger and better than ever at the next SYF. We're capable of it. If it's too easy, it ain't fun. Victorians are something more.
Today marked another dismal day in the rather bleak year of 2007.
The Annual Secondary School National X-Country Meet. Something every Victorian who's lived past the month of April in their first year would be very familiar with. It's the day where we get our half-day breaks as an incentive for going down to turf city to support our X-country team. But that isn't the point. Every Victorian, right down to that annoying prat of a Sec One knows it's about cheering the school on.
Cheer we did.
No, it wasn't nearly as strong as it was say, two years ago. I somehow felt that way. The red and black shirts were not as united, the Victorians more restless than I've ever seen. Some cheers were half-hearted, others died before being able to fully flesh out.
I remember the days where NO school could match our cheers. Theirs would be drowned out mid-cheer and they'd be silenced for a good ten minutes at least. This time around, every other school managed to finish their cheers. Heck, usually, we'd match VJC's cheers whenever we could and support our seniors, it just didn't happen. Co-ordination was lackluster at best.
No matter, after all, the fact is that despite this year's X-country meet not being compulsory, a good chunk of the school (about 70%?) turned up.
From what I've heard, this year would prove to be quite a tough fight. Our Bata poster-boy, Min Hui, was going to be in for a rough time. Some 17 year old chap from Singapore Sports School supposedly beat him easy. SEVEN-EFFIN-TEEN. That idiot should be in the bloody A division.
Let me digress a bit. Pardon my dislike for SSS (Singapore Sports School) while we're at it.
Now, we know that SSS is a VERY specialized school. It's for all those aspiring athletes. THE place to be if you were considering sports in your career. Those guys are hardcore. Training's part of their timetable, they (I heard) undergo strict diets. It's every bit like professional sportsmen/women.
Which means, yes, while us main-stream people are busy mooching around our PC, doing our homework, them SSS chaps are training. This should give them the edge. Their PSLE results are... for a lack of a better word, horrid. I'm not saying all of them can't study, but yeah, in general, the average student does A LOT better.
If you're bad at your studies, you should at least be good in your sports right? With such a strict routine, you fellas should be Singapore's BEST.
BEST? I'm sorry. Come again. We tagged double golds for the X-country meet twice or thrice. Hello SSS? If I'm not wrong, you fellas also manage to FAIL to obtain optimum positions in other sports, losing to main-stream schools. If an athlete has invites to say RI or SSS, guess which one he'll choose?
So anyway, as expected, Min Hui came in second. That's alright, everyone could see you gave your 120%. In fact, that lousy SSS runner should have beat you by a LARGE MARGIN. But you, you ran NECK TO NECK with him. Incredible.
Ashraff (SP?) was positively drained from pushing himself over his limits and came in 6th. Thomas was in the top 20, but he tripped and fell at the last 10 meters. His position dropped by about 10 places.
B division got 3rd place. C division got 4th place.
It's disappointing and unexpected.
RI stole the cheer we used last year, just because their B div were the overall champions. (Why are we so pro? Why are we so pro?...) Go away Rafflesians. L2Originality.
But like the choir, the school knows you guys have given it your all. Some factors are just not within our control. Whether it's first or last, our opinion of you will not change. Everyone knows that, and despite receiving 3rd and 4th places, in our hearts you'll always be number one.
No, it hasn't been a fantastic year for VS at all. Could this be the start of our decline? I refuse to think so. It's just not happening so long as we keep true to our school spirit and values. I quote the VS banner I saw at the stadium.
"The world is our playground. The universe is our domain. But that ain't enough. Nil Sine Labore."
Our sister-school, VJC, were no slouches either.
Victory
Just
Comes
Look sharp Victorians. Next year, next next year, we'll come back stronger and better than ever, I'm sure of it. You can bet your lives I'll be back to check on the CO, because I'll still be a Victorian. That VJC uniform is going to be in my wardrobe next year.
Vi, Viva, Viva la Victoria.
Y Friday, April 13, 2007
2:19 pm
Aww Ian you're too superstitious. Friday the 13th? Don't make me laugh!*Band plays national anthem*
*Major screw up*
*Ian and most musically-inclined people turn back instinctively*
*Screw up #2*
*Deja vu*
*Anthem ends*
"Hey, you boy. Why were you fidgeting so much during the national anthem?" I turn around and saw someone talking to me. Hello Indian Physics teacher.
"Wha? Oh. The band screwed up the anthem. I turned back and took a look." Curt reply. What'd I do wrong? I'm sorry if such mistakes cause me to move a lil. Maybe you should get your music senses tuned.
"Do you know what's the meaning of 'serdi-ya'?" (Or however you spell it.)
"Hmm. I don't know. I don't study Malay."
"It means attention."
"Oh. Okay, but the band screwed up so I turned."
"That's disrespecting the nation. You are supposed to stand at attention during the anthem." I got really annoyed at this point. I wondered if he missed a stage in puberty. That high pitched voice... GRATES on your ears.
"Mmm. Well, screwing up the national anthem is disrespecting it too, no?"
*Stares*
"But you should stand at attention.... see me outside Mr. Chia's office after assembly. Remain standing."
WTF?! Look, just because I made a valid point doesn't mean you brush me off like that. Bleedin' idiot. You ought to take a lesson in losing gracefully or at least learn how to maintain discussions. I got brushed off. I hate that.
Maybe when your family gets shot dead one by one by an inane rabbit while the national anthem is playing you'll hold still like a statue and sing your serdi-ya, but not everyone's retarded like that. Normal people TURN and REACT when something goes wrong.
See, I'm not the patriotic type. If Singapore seems like it's going to war, GOOD BYE! You can mobilise the entirety your 6-digit strong armed forces, but I'm telling you to just stop making people laugh. If Singapore's on the verge of economic collapse... Aufwiedersen! Ciao! Toodles! Sorry, I'm not going down with the nation. ): Just doesn't work that way.
Rest of the day was uneventful. Made a tiiiiiny error in my mock chemistry SPA, but that's it. 4F was dismissed shortly after the test and I waited with MC at the canteen for Chester.
"He say he coming."
*Calls*
"Err wait ah got fight here. Fight, Got fight."
Umm. Okay, cool. Bye.
So I waited at the bus stop, but my bus came only when Ches & Co decided to leave and get a bus. He asked me to tag along, but I never intended to anyway. Still had to get home and prepare for the concert later in the evening. Prolly thought I was quite petty, but it was never planned that I follow them to MAH JONG.
Torrential rainfall.
YAY.
No raincoat, no umbrella. Just me and my phone. (Oh shit.) And thus began the great journey. To the malay woman who stood NEXT to me and STARED at me while waiting for the traffic light WITH her umbrella, you are the nicest person I've EVER met. Keep being the good samaritan that you are! I'm sure you'll end up in whatever it is the quran equivalent of heaven is. Bless you.
Bleh. So anyway, cars stopped, their drivers and passengers stared where ever I went. Bloody miracle my phone and earphones still work. Yes, I was listening to music while walking. LOL.
Then when I got home, no one answered the door. I was left to hang dry at the doorstep, unable to get in (Mum would KILL me if I wet the carpet.) until someone handed me a towel. You'd think a parent would pick her child up during the storm of the century... but...
Y Wednesday, April 11, 2007
3:14 pm
Sometimes the shit just hits the fan. It sucks, it's messy and difficult to deal with. But you can't just leave it lying all around. Clean up and move on ahead.Well, to the concert band, it was over the moment y'all were done with your two pieces. The conductor played Russian Roulette and bit the bullet. No amount of argument, forum posting/spamming/trolling and self-justification is going to help. That's that. Let the Sec 3s and 2s take over and keep going forward.
I wonder, sometimes, what goes on in the head of Mr Chia. Gosh, you think us students want to stay in that bloody canteen and take our time to eat that swill you pass for food? Please.
First off, understand that some of the stalls sell food that are a tad bit hard to swallow. Then come onto the realization that the moment a vendor provides reasonable food, it's going to get a quite a queue. Now, if it was just the queue, it'd be fine. But there are the assholes who want to cut a SCHOOL CANTEEN QUEUE. Finally, combine the above with the fact that we are sometimes let off late. Any where between five to ten minutes.
You get people who can't finish their food on time, (5 minutes before the bell rings.) get VERY annoyed when prefects stare rudely as they eat whilst you scream yourself hoarse. Wow, you screaming sure is going to make him eat faster right? Good grief. If any student gets a shock because of your sudden noise, chokes on a fishball and dies, the school and most importantly YOU are in big big shit.
SOLUTIONS:
1) Sell better food. That way queues won't be stacked at one or two stalls.
2) Increase recess times, but make dismissals later to compensate.
3) Get rid of your idiotic prefects running around annoying people who are eating.
Thank you for making the world a better place.
What an absolutely deluded fool I was.
Y Monday, April 09, 2007
8:53 pm
=\ Silver.No matter Band. You guys tried your best. CO and all other cultural groups will always be right at your backs. (:
Y Sunday, April 08, 2007
7:24 pm
Yay. Semi-Productive day today.Studied at Mac's, had lunch at PP with my family at Sakae. MC joined us for the second time, but as usual he didn't eat much.
Went to the arcade (again) at my mum's expense. Mua hahaha. Daytona is the most difficult game ever. If you don't drift, you're going to flip your car over at the tough turns. If you slow down, well, you'll be too slow. 4 tries later and I still can't drift right.
Then I realized the Billabong belt bought at 77th street was...
TOO SHORT.
Changed it to a longer one, but it was still too short. That's what you get for being too hasty in your purchases. Even the lady at the counter remarked "Ahh.. so kan jiong" to her colleague. =\ Well it was kinda cramped. In the end I nodded my head away to being a member and all, the only thing that went in was "...10% discount at New Zealand's Natural Ice Cream..."
Till now I don't have much of an idea of how their system works. Haha!
Settled for a jacket instead. Albeit tight but I figure I can wear it if I worked at it. Then I studied for a bit more then went home. Pretty okay I guess.
OH YEAH. WHEN I WAS AT PP, SOMETHING STUPID HAPPENED.
I swore "What the freak" because I was trying to remark about my inability to wear certain clothing brands. Just didn't have my size to cater to -_-. At the exact moment I completed my not-so-glamorous phrase, I stepped on a women's foot. Well more like touch, but you get the idea.
She stared at me, whispered something to her boyfriend and they both glared at me. WTH? I said sorry and wanted to clear up any misunderstandings but thought better of it and left. If looks could kill, I'd have died a thousand times over.
Y Saturday, April 07, 2007
10:57 pm
Hello. I'm tired =\Honestly, you people must be tired of me saying I'm tired. (Pun not intended.) But I am.
Oddly enough, weekends are my study days. I cover at least a chapter per weekend on A maths, but that's my limit for now. Done with Chapter 15. (I hate you Trigo Differentiation.) Or at least I think so. Just a few minor kinks to work out... that can wait till tomorrow.
House of the Dead 4 is fun. Hahaha. Hurts the hands but it's mindless blasting thingy. Good fun. Yes, we went to the arcade. Haven't been to one in ages... simple brainless fun, really. Great.
Chester wanted to us to follow him for a movie. Fine. Despite it raining and the location being all the way in Orchard, (Darren, MC and I were at PP) we obliged anyway. Bobby met up with us and we were on our way.
Long day ahead. I hated my flamboyant Diesel maroon-coloured shirt. Yuuck. Not my style. Looks like I wouldn't be able to change out of it.
Movie: The Robinsons.
A decent flick actually, despite it being a Disney animated thing and all. Story was actually pretty cool. Dealt with time travel and all. Nothing truly special or memorable, but it was the most decent show we could settle for. At the end of it all, it sets you thinking. What exactly does the future hold? What if we could go back in time to make a difference? Everything we knew would be different. Would you?
Now with the good, there's the bad. Here's the low for the day.
It was late, (By my standards.) say 9.30-ish. Not so much of the late but rather more of the tiredness. We hardly had a break for the whole of today and decided it was time for dinner and rest. Chester and Blim had something different in mind. "Pool or go LAN?"
MC:"Nah. Tired. Gotta go study tomorrow morning."
Bobby, Darren and I agreed 100%. It was tiring and Bobby and MC had something on in the morning. Darren had church. Me? No interest in Pool or LAN. If I wanted to head to the LAN cafe and play a few games, I can do it at home. I haven't touched games in ages, nor do I plan on doing so anytime soon. Pool's just.. not my thing. Step into a pool place and you see people flicking cigarettes, being generous with the alcohol, coarse language exchanged like pleasantries.
The game is fine. The people who play it aren't.
Chester and Blim ignored MC and just continued their discussion. Deciding he had enough, MC fell back to our group and we chose to have dinner at Pastamania.
And so we talked about Chester. MC was disappointed in him for not respecting his opinions. Chester compared us to his soccer friends, and how we weren't as fun in comparison. I won't dispute that.
Personally, we're different people. His soccer chaps can hang out till the wee hours of the morning and still cycle into the next. Fine. The soccer people love their pool and LAN gaming. Okay. Soccer people can handle a chain of movies after a tough game while still having the cash to spare. Great.
My orange doesn't taste like my apple. That's absurd. Why? It has to taste like my apple. I don't understand.
Anyway, Bobby took 36 and went home. And then there were three. That's alright, we'll find our way around Orchard without Chester. Somehow.
If we could take a direct 14 here, we could take it back. After a logical thought process, Darren and I figured the bus stop would IN THEORY be at Lucky Plaza. Bloody hell, we were right.
And it as bus 14 all the way home.
For some reason, while on the bus, I felt fine alone. I sat at the window seat on the second deck and just looked out of the window. In fact, at that moment, it just felt right to be alone. I was tired and wanted some time off to think. Darren tried to discuss some stuff... but I gave half hearted replies. Loner at heart? Don't think so. I like the company of people, but hate crowds. The crux is that I don't mind being alone.
Tomorrow, I continue my study.
Y Thursday, April 05, 2007
7:12 pm
YAY. I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY LAST SPORTS DAY IN VS!Sitting there and rotting is infinitely more tiring than running. At least before the race starts you get all pumped up with adrenaline. When you run the race you're pushing yourself and all. Then when you're done with the race, you rest and talk about the race itself.
I'M TELLING YOU, FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT INVOLVED, IT'S A BLOODY WASTE OF TIME!
I can't even sit down and blog about sports day. Let me try my best to tell y'all how it went.
1) We reached VJC's campus and settled at the stadium.
2) We complained it was very very hot.
3) We complained some more.
4) We're Singaporeans, so here's another round of whining.
5) We decided it's a waste of time complaining and pulled out MP3 players, PSPs whatever we could get our hands on.
6) We swapped said items to try keep ourselves occupied.
7) We carried on until sports day ended.
DAMN I'm telling you, the prefects/NPCC chaps guarding the VJ gates are the most retarded people ever. Fair enough, you guys have to carry out your duty. You are to prevent ANYONE from escaping that hell hole. I respect y'all. It's a tough job, standing in the sun and all.
BUT HELLO, I DON'T EVEN HAVE MY BAG WITH ME. I'M JUST TAKING A WALK AROUND THE CAMPUS. WHERE THE BLOODY ELSE CAN I GO?
Wait there's more.
So I walked around the campus with Melvin and Nick. We passed by a prefect and NPCC guy, who told us to go back to the stadium. Whatever. We wanted to walk a big round, but there were a couple of VJ guys working out, so we turned a 180 and walked back.
"OOOOOOOi! Where are you guys going? GET BACK TO THE STADIUM!"
"AND WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE DOING? WE MADE AN ABOUT TURN."
*In a hushed whisper* "Chee bye..." Not me, the NPCC fella.
Bah. At least we got home in the end. Whatever.
Oh yeah, I ate my first double whopper today. It's gooooood. VERY, VERY big. For those who say "Fast Food ain't filling." Give this sucker a go.
Y Wednesday, April 04, 2007
2:59 pm
HELLO?! SBS? Any of you chaps over there able to hear me?Seriously, it's VERY annoying to sit on one of your buses sometimes. And that's if you even get a seat. (Pray you don't somehow end up at the bus stop near parkway at dismissal hour. KC girls will swamp you.)
So! If you manage to find a seat or manage to convince Mr. Teenager's Bag or Aunty's Bag of Groceries to give up their seat, you're in luck right?
I'm not your average-sized Singaporean. (People grow you know. People now are bigger than the chaps 20 years ago.)
Not that I refuse to share my seat, but honestly, it's VERY VERY difficult to. My legs often jut out awkward angles BECAUSE YOUR DAMN BUSES DON'T HAVE ENOUGH LEG SPACE. That makes the seat next to mine somewhat taken. Half. If I happen to seat on the outside, people can't cross.
They can, provided I retract my legs. Every bloody time someone passes by.
There is another solution. Fold your legs back into the bottom of the seat. But that's extremely uncomfortable. If your bus journey lasts more than 5 minutes, chances are, your legs will go numb after a bit. Not to mention it requires you to sit in a rather erect position, eliciting amused smirks from the people around you.
Look, it's not my fault, okay? I'm trying to be nice and give you ingrates seats. I'm sorry if I look silly. Perhaps you'd like to try sitting down in that cramped hell hole when you don't meet the specifications of the bus.
Oh no. We're not done yet >.>.
Nothing short of vivid is how I remember that one time... I hit my head on the bus. Double decker bus came. Since the upper deck is usually less crowded, I took 2 seats. (I'd give mine up in a heartbeat if there were people standing.)
My stop. Ding. *walks towards the stairs*
*THUD*
I could HEAR the bloody thud sound. For a moment there, my world started shrinking into darkness.. then in an instant everything was back again. Least I didn't get knocked out. Cue weird looks and stiffled chuckles.
In conclusion: 1) Provide more leg space.
2) Raise the height of those funny bars before the staircase on double deckers.
NOTE: No "I know you tall" thoughts please. This is purely from an annoyed Ian perspective.
Y Tuesday, April 03, 2007
5:24 pm
I think at the very least, I owe a post to VSCO.I'm not ashamed to admit, I gave up on the CO shortly after the concert at SCH. It just didn't play it out right for me. We royally pissed the conductor off; he ditched the school, dubbed VS "Very Suck".
It'd be a blatant lie if I said he was wrong.
Ser Yang must have drilled the CO pretty hard since then, I can see improvement, but not in areas I'd have wanted. Should they get a Gold/With Honors, great. It's through their hard work and sweat, we don't have any "behind the scenes" stuff this year.
Silver? Never mind. It isn't totally unexpected that you guys get that. Quite honestly, I doubt we were ever a Gold-standard orchestra. It's like a stigma that has been ingrained into all batches of VSCO, past, present and future. The recent streak of Golds were... bids to throttle that stigma and give the CO a chance to be equally as important as say the Band or Choir.
Judges are busy with the results as I type this. All the best to you guys. I might not have been part of the performance, might not have been impressed, but I will always throw my weight behind you.
Nil Sine Labore.
EDIT: Gold.
Y Monday, April 02, 2007
3:21 pm
I don't know. Maybe I'm going crazy.Whenever I get on the bus home and throw on my earphones, and a nice, uplifting song plays, a smile never fails to form on my face. It's not just a passing one.. it sticks right till the end of the song. I just felt like smiling because... it's what one would call "in high spirits", I suppose.
A little KC girl edged away from me when there was a seat. Guess I must have appeared to be a loon. Hahaha.
Then it dawned on me that the reason why life is so interesting is because life is so flawed. Would there be anything to live for if one was perfect; never erring in the slightest, in harmony with oneself at all times and striking a balance of emotions? I suppose the only thing you could do is to help others obtain the same level of perfection, but I doubt it's anything any of us wants.
It's precisely because I'm so bloody flawed that I keep trying, and trying. I'm lazy and produce crap results. I'm still studying for better grades. We laugh, cry and scream because emotions constantly overpower each other. It's what makes life interesting, this inherent imperfection in human beings.
Hi VJC. I can see your gates opening for me. Roll out the red carpet. (:
Y Sunday, April 01, 2007
4:56 pm
Oooo my head hurts. ): Math is detrimental to your mental health. Fine, it prevents Alzheimer's and Dementia in the old people, but for me, it plants a hammer in my head which is held by a string. Without warning, it bloody pounds on the grey soft matter inside.Studied from about 1 - 4 and finished up chapter 14 of the A maths text book. Tried to start on chapter 15, but someone was too preoccupied. Well, no matter. I was near breaking point anyway. Some people can run on determination, purpose and passion alone. I deal with aspirin.
Somehow, I didn't have any meal aside form breakfast.. both yesterday and today. No appetite. Mum told me this morning that some of the black Americans are so fat. Twice my size. When they walk their whole body jiggles. They eat deep fried oily stuff every meal. I imagined having goreng pisang every meal.. all that oil and fats. Imagine drinking it in from a cup. That thick, whitish, pinkish crap. Shit. Almost puked.
Then the whole of Parkway was scoured by me to look for a new microphone for the PC. (Broke my sister's.)Couldn't find any in Harvey Norman, but apparently Best Denki sold some. So I saw a few models I liked, picked it up, turned it behind before putting it back reeeeal slowly, pretending I never saw it at all. $30 for one goddamn microphone cum ear/headphone? You can keep your stuff.
To make matters worse, on my way back to the bus stop, this chap with piercings all over his face approached me. Upon closer inspection, the areas with the wounds were swollen and purple. So much for my appetite.
Anyway, he wanted me to donate some stuff. But like all people volunteering for charities, he broke into a story of what his organization is about, what it does, how it helps etc. Mr. PiercingsRKewl ended off with "So how much do you think they deserve?"
"Err. Five?"
"How about six?"
"Fine."
Noo. I didn't have $6. Only 2x $2 notes. He told me "Oh nevermind! Just give me the ten and I'll give you change."
Cool. Only it was all in coins. Damnnit, I didn't even bother counting the amount. Grabbed the coin and got ready to leave before he stopped me. I get 3 free ballpoint pens. Right. I only need one, but he insisted I have 3. I looked at his face another time and decided it was an offer I couldn't refuse.
Found out I just missed my only bus back home. F**k.
12:13 am
I'm closing this blog down.
Happy April Fool's Day. I bet you guys were SO not expecting that.