Y Monday, January 28, 2008
4:22 pm
O. Bandwidth exceeded lmao. Time to look fer a new skin. Too bad, since I really liked that one. Better host the images myself next time. Ah well. Take smut for granted, and this is what you get.Guess I'll revert to the other skin.
I left school early today, because hey, no relevant subjects, and I sure as hell ain't going back to TP lulz. Actually, to be perfectly honest, it's not a terribad school. I just don't like it. This is a minor concern, but something I nitpick on nevertheless.
"Tampines Junior College".
Lol? Tampines. Rawflapuffles. Sara and I agreed this morning that if they renamed their school, it'd sound a whole lot more pleasing aurally (Tsk tsk. Dirty fellow. There are no connotations of any sort here!) and possibly attract more students.
While walking home I saw my mum driving out, so I joined her to shop for lunch as well as some CNY tidbits. I realized something. I felt terribly out of place in a coffee shop, because I just don't speak their lingo. My mum was waltzing with the aunties and uncles there with her hokkien, cantonese and whatnot.
Also, loud and uncouth people are a major annoyance and ought to have their mouth plugged with a toilet bowl plunger, thanks.
Bought some dessert back home and here I am. (Bloody sinful red bean starchy thingy with ice-cream, yes, ice-cream on top of it. omgwtfbbq.) Yes, you can guess it, I'm really fatigued and a nap is in order. Gawd, hope I can skip school tomorrow. It's becoming a drag. It's a possibility anyway, since I'm not staying. Ah, the pleasure of being in control of your choices.
Y Sunday, January 27, 2008
9:10 pm
It's been a bitter 3 days.What with people exchanging results and shit.
For fuck's sake, why do you idiots even bother? Do y'all honestly think it's in your best interests to ask "HOW MANY POINTS YOU GET ARH?" Stop fucking sticking a branch into people's asses.
"How did you do?" I can forgive. It's a decent conversation opener.
But "HOW MANY POINTS?!?!?!!!!!1111ONEONEONEoNeELEVENtYoNE"
Christ. It's annoying to answer. Not to mention if the person asking happens to be a sodding whore that asks the same damn thing to everyone. How the fuck is the other party's 6 points or 54 points gonna help you improve your results? I sure as hell hope to god yours gets worse after knowing.
Go die in a fucking fire.
EDIT: I realize this might offend some people, or scare others away. Don't worry, I won't bite. It's not that you asked it, it's the way you did. Also, I might be saying this because my results sucked, but give it some thought. Are the points of another a 'need to know'? Question the sensitivity of the question before you ask. I speak not only for myself, but for others who do not prefer to disclose their results. For the many who stopped when I replied "Bad." to "How did you do?", I salute you.
/Rantover.
Phew. Now that we got that out of my system..
I'm still not done with my JAE, not too sure if my choices are wise, but I got the rough outline. No, I'm not going to critically or intelligently breakdown the different schools and spend the next 4 hours pondering it until my head assplodes.
Currently, I'm lobbying really hard for SA, hopefully I can get in with my CO appeal.
"WHY NOT MJ?!"
Ei, sorry man, but sitting down and raping books? Ain't really my thing rofl. I know some of you can adapt to it, as I've heard, but is there really a need? Lawl.
HEY. YOU KNOW. I KNOW THAT CHEMICAL EQUATION, AS WELL AS HOW MANY GRAINS OF SAND THERE ARE IN EGYPT. DID YOU ALSO KNOW THE NUMBER OF STATUES IN ANKOR WAT? I SURE AS HELL DO!
No one cares lol. Not in the working world. Say that and watch people edge slowly away from you, while the boss writes you your cheque as well as a recommendation to a mental institute.
Fine, so I exaggerate. Regardless, you get the idea. Culture in MJ is a little different from most other JCs. I've heard a thing or two from my teachers as well, and though it's never too wise to take such things with anything more than a grain of salt, it's enough to scare my sorry ass into yesterday.
Anyway, contextual knowledge ain't gonna help much beyond the A levels. In fact, the A level cert itself is pretty damn useless. My dad keeps pushing me to a poly, and as an employer himself, he values a diploma a lot more.
Even if I don't get into a local U, somehow I'll end up in a university to further my studies, so that's pretty much covered.
But hey. This time around, I'm making my choice based on a balance between what I want, and what is good. Guess that's importance. A balance. Funny how I learned that from a game eh? Probably more on that some other time. It's quite the emotional story.
If SA decides to shut the door on me when I'm groveling at the doorstep and break my nose, it's NYJC. If NYJC doesn't prefer a bastard who put them as second choice, CJ will probably take me in.
At that point, I think I'll be in for a really miserable, mug-filled 2 years.
Should CJ decide that atheist bastards are not welcome, it's a diploma in business administration for me.
Time to submit the application. Cheers people. Hope y'all get your first choices.
And everyone's going to veejay. Veejay, veejay, veejay. /bitter.
Y Friday, January 25, 2008
12:45 am
You know. Sometimes, in life, the shit just hits the fan.It splatters everywhere. On you, on your friends, all over your nice marble floor and expensive fancy carpet.
You yell "Fuck."
So what's next? Continue swearing? It's the option for some. But most of the time, you grab a rag, some soap and start cleaning up the mess. Maybe if you're lucky some others will help you out. But that's a bonus.
For me, well.
I dropped a bar of soap. I bent over. Life fucked me in the ass without any lube.
It hurts, it sucks.
Evidently, I'm not pleased over my results. It's obvious.
13 points.
The two subjects I studied my utmost for, and got As for in my prelims, decided to give up on me at this juncture and turned into B3s. I guess if they were the A1s I expected them to be, I'd be a 9 pointer and hit my dream of going into VJ, along with everyone else.
It's good to dream.
It's not good when you're almost there and a chopper lands on your fingers. You're still wriggling your appendages to try and grab it, but those lost inches will never be covered again. Shit hit the fan. Now clean it up.
For the most part, after receiving the results, the rest of the day was spent getting my mind off it. For the first time in VS, I was in the epicenter of the spelling cheer. I screamed my heart out. For the first time in VS, I sung the school song until my vocal chords hurt from all the shouting and off pitch screaming. For the first time in VS, I felt so good. Everything felt so right.
It may as well have been the last time I'll ever sing the Victorian Anthem, or cheer for Victoria.
Just when you think you've got over stuff, other factors never fail to remind you where you faltered, and that sinking feeling sets in again.
Roller coaster ride of emotions for the rest of the day I guess. Sure, playing games and hanging out was fun, but a temporary relief at best.
At the end of the day, you've gotta face reality. Sometimes I hate being born in this family. I was raised to be a mature thinker. Pragmatic. Often times, I know exactly how to think, what would be the most effective course of action. It's always the least pleasant and most cruel. Most times, it wouldn't be something you'd pick immediately.
But it's a choice I was raised to make I guess. Father basically cut to the chase, and questioned why I wanted SA and rejected the other schools around that mark range.
I can't deny it's because of a few good friends in that school. Academically, SA doesn't even cut it.
So straight in the face, I was told to put those things aside and instead decide what would be best for my future. Like I said, unpleasant, a little cruel, not something you'll warm up to off the bat. Pragmatic. Realistic. Cynical. Your choice of severity.
So suddenly I was more than a little angry, more than a little disappointed, more than a little confused. But mostly, I was really, really tired.
For staters, I never really appreciated my strength in humanities and english. It's probably the most useless things to be strong at, in Singapore at least. I hate that. Maths and Science would help my score look so much better.
I'm very bitter about my Chem and E maths. 94% distinction rate and I'm the 6% who didnt get it? Are you trying to tell me my Chem and E maths are on par with my Physics (which I have never passed) and A maths? (Which I was never good in.) Yes, I'm confused and crestfallen.
For once, I'd just like to justify thinking like a normal, rebellious teenager to my mum and dad. But no, it's not something that I could afford to or bring myself to say out loud. No. I want to go to SA because of friends. No it's not practical. Yes it's a silly short term gain, but I really want to.
I just can't justify it.
Next step is to do more thinking I guess. But I'm really really fatigued today. Something tells me sleeping it off isn't going to help, at least not for awhile.
I'd like to thank all the teachers in VS for making a difference, as well as all my friends and brothers who stuck by me. I have improved tremendously. I'm just sorry to disappoint.
Below are the distinction rates for VS, followed by national distinction rates. They're really respectable, an all time high in 10 years.
English - 68% (18%)
A maths - 72% (50ish?)
E maths - 94% (Unsure, lower.)
Chemistry - 74% (Unsure, lower.)
Biology - 73% (Unsure, lower.)
Physics - 79% (Unsure, lower.)
Combined Humanities - 70% (30ish?)
Chinese - Terribad.
Geography - 66% (Unsure.)
History - 100% (Unsure.)
Average L1R5: 10.5.
Not sure about other second languages. But these are really good. Nil Sine Labore. Sorry Victoria, I let you down.
I'm sorry I let you down, but I think the rest of the school would live your legacy, and keep her flag unfurled. Rest easy, brother.
Y Thursday, January 24, 2008
8:25 am
At Ian's house.. he's sleeping like a baby. He's sooo cute when he's asleep!Okay.
That sounded gay. Fuck. Lol.
ROCK BAND! KUDOS.
Darren typed this smut. My blog got h4x0r3d.
Y Wednesday, January 23, 2008
10:13 pm
I don't get why people say "good luck for tomorrow." (O level results.)What's luck got to do with anything tomorrow? Everything's more or less set in stone. Unless it's a freak mixup or calculation error, what you see is what you get.
What we should be telling others to comfort them is "Good luck in receiving your O level results."
Because if anything goes awry, you're gonna need some luck and a lot of willpower to conduct yourself and no do anything stupid like
1) Slit your wrist.
2) Cut yourself.
3) Bite your tongue.
4) Swallow cyanide pills.
5) Drink butane.
6) Jump into a fire.
7) Burn yourself.
8) Run yourself off the tallest building you can see.
List goes on.
Or how to behave when you get satisfactory results, and a peer of yours didn't, because he might force you to do one of the above if you misstep in the delicate tango known as sensitivity.
I admit, I'm jittery. Then again, who realistically wouldn't be? I'm just feeling tired, more than a little worried and just very melancholy. Bored but don't really want to do anything, tired but refuse to sleep.
TP classmate was really bored and asked me what to do. I told him to slit his wrist and drink butane. Lawl. More than a little suicidal? Joke. Anyone who feels suicidal over his results ought to die anyway.
Probably just feeling morbid and a little troll-ish I guess. It'll pass.
If I do make it into VJ, some people are gonna have a very nice meal, and I'll be prepared to make some big changes in my life. It's gonna take something supernatural to get me into VJ.
All the best in receiving your results, y'all. Don't lose your head and most importantly, your heart.
I'll live your dream. We all will. You're still with us, I know it. Stay with us, stay with us. 17/10/07.
Y Sunday, January 20, 2008
11:44 pm
Skipped school on Friday. Oh noes you be needing an MC Ian! Neh I skipped. No MC. No big. Lawl TP.Saturday was kinda packed - think I mucked around in WoW in the morning then left for Darren's place and tried out Rock Band.
SHIT. That stuff is good. Party games to the next level. Your standard rhythm game (Think o2jam) with a twist that should have been there ages ago.
Two guitarists: One Lead One Bass.
One Drummer: Important!
One Vocalist: Effin impossible part to play here.
Guitar and drums are pretty standard fanfare. The Vocalist on the other hand, is tough stuff. Most of the songs there are by bands we've never even heard of, so obviously we don't know the songs. So how in the blinkin' blazes do you go about doing it?
You grab all your friends, scream off pitch phrases into the mic and roll on the floor laughing. Like, seriously.
It's really hard to describe how good it is until you have all your friends play it together. Lookin' forward to another session with moar people.
Met Yi Heng, Daryl Ho, Mel and Lance for Yi Heng's birthday lunch. I felt kinda bad, YH was left out in most of our conversations, coz everyone WoWed cept him and Lance. Everyone listens to hard rock/metal cept for YH and Lance. See?! Hell. He almost agreed to a dining location that didn't quite appeal to him. =\. Gawsh, feel like a horrible person now that I recall it.
Well he picked Subway in the end, and I'm telling y'all, it's one good way to spend lots of money for a meal that'll probably only fill an anorexic girl's stomach. o_O.
Split after that coz people needed to run, then proceeded to Darren's place for more crazy singing and messing around with the game. Shit it's so good!
Bob's birthday dinner next. While Darren and I were kinda late, it was all good in the end since there really wasn't a place that had adequate seats for da bunch o us. Adapt or die though, and we had our meal at Sakae Teppenyaki or something. Food was pretty decent I guess. Nothing fantastic or memorable, more of the company that was good.
A good meal with your close friends that have stuck with you for years. Yeah, it's hard to replicate moments like these.
Bobby absolutely loved his bear (I THINK.) although he was complaining about the bear being to "ah pek" and how it's not "ah peh" as ah pehs don't wear this and that. We all know you love it in the end! :D
Sunday was life on the slow lane. Family outing at terminal 3. That place is beauuutiful. A great place if you just want to get out of the house and spend the day quietly with a few close friends.
Yeah I guess you can realize by now that just spending time and talking with a few buddies is good enough for me to pass time. I s'pose retiring to the countryside isn't that bad an idea after all.
Happy Birthday the both of y'all.
Darren was telling me about his KI (Knowledge Inquiry, or epic phail dipped in sucksauce. Fine fine, I kid.) stuff over the weekend, as did my classmate and a few others. Most of 'em were asking why I didn't try for KI. At the very least I had adequate language savvy to read, understand and digest those bleedin' essays.
Simple. I can't care for things like that. Sure, occasionally I wonder about those philosophical smut as I fall asleep. It usually lasts 2 minutes before I tell myself I'm too tired and getting delirious, hence my mind is going haywire and I really need some sleep!
There was something about knowledge, then something about logic and understanding jabber jabber. Okay! Okay! I'll let the smart ones figure it all out and argue till their throats (I hit Ctrl + T here earlier. Opened a new tap. Thought my post got wiped. Wow. Heart attack much?) run dry and still the universe goes on, life goes on, and I have a rice bowl to fill, thank you very much.
Personally, I feel KI butchers English somewhat =\. I mean, yeah language is just a medium by which people communicate. I know I know. It's just.. bah. I prefer how the language can craft beautiful stories or invoke untold emotions. Just somehow feels more fluid and 'right' to me. Guess it's the love of different text types.
I read something somewhere, and I really agree with it!
"Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one!"
Ask. Listen. Ask some more. Listen more. Profit. Why?
People love to talk! They love it when you listen. Now you may have learned a thing or two because you listened instead of talk!
Don't change the opinions of others. Change how you view them.
I'll never forget what dad taught that day.
School's in tomorrow and it's 12 am. Lawl. Least my work's done. Hey! A marked improvement!
PS. Ironically, I've done nothing but talk, and if you read, you've might've learned a thing or two today!
Lol, brick wall. Go headfirst? Nah. Just walk away.
Y Monday, January 14, 2008
10:37 pm
Wow, long day much?Lessons till 4.30 I don't really mind, since yeah, it's rather typical of JC life. Besides, I only end on 4.30 on Monday and Tuesday.
Turns out my timetable isn't too unreasonable, (Lawl@TSD finishing at 6pm) but I don't have a lot of common periods with the guys. Hello CG. Adapt or die.
So yeah, I got to know my CG a teeny weeny bit better today! Go me. Shit, I got a feeling some of think I'm trying to snub them, but it's just because I really didn't feel like making any new friends. Regardless, WoW guy, Daniel, is the class clown, but a little bit too loud and enthusiastic for my tastes during lessons. He's a great guy though, good heart and good sport. Can always count on him to represent the class in anything.
Poor Alicia keeps getting poked fun of by Daniel, but from what I see, it's all in good fun. Doubt it'll last for much longer though. If you wanna keep her attention, you're gonna have to do moar Dan. =P.
Chances are I might not see them again after the PAE, so yeah. I'm really tired of having to know new people sometimes. Ah well.
Turns out Melvin from my class listens to A7X and is a fan! WEWT. And I thought no one listened to good music nowadays, heh. Fine fine, that was a boo boo. Music is subjective. Honestly though, pop is so.. blase. Bleh. It's good for the first three, or even up to ten times, but then after it just gets annoying.
For starters, the drummer plays the same damn thing over and over from start to finish lol. I'd be hella bored if I were the drummer. Heck, the rhythm ain't even hard to get. Beats are about the same most of the time, so nothing special there. Guess it's how catchy the tune is.
Talking about pop, lawl@chinese singers who spawn a new album every 2 weeks.
PE was a fairly enjoyable affair. Our class had this really cute looking old timer with a slight beer belly for a PE teacher. His policy seems to be "Try to do what I tell you to do, but if you can't, FFS DON'T. DON'T MAKE ME GO TO CHANGI GENERAL HOSPITAL."
Seems like it's at least one serious accident every fortnight. Well he accepted the letter that my GP wrote for him, and I'm exempted from running. Wewt! Class went for pull ups next, because some loudmouth whined about not liking basketball.
Shit, I didn't have to jump and I could reach the bar. Why they don't have higher ones is beyond me. Heard some chuckles as I gripped the bar, but I imagine it must have been pretty funny lol.
CO. Ah hahaha. Now this lil blighter pretty much sapped all my effin energy.
Sooo I sauntered rather confidently into the classroom, thinking "Hey, I can't be that bad. Probably better than the people who just started in JC."
For starters, yes, I could pretty much drown out anyone in my section, save the more seasoned ones who played since secondary school (Bout one or two of 'em) but I think it was because they didn't really play loudly. Cripes, you're playing a frick'un flute. What's the use if you can't be heard over the drums? Geez.
Apparently they have to "fan bu" meaning "translate" the score in a sense, since they didn't know alternative fingering for their flutes. O well =\. I did help them out though :D.
*In chinese*
"Where were you from?"
"Victoria School."
"Who was your teacher?"
"Oh. Hong Ding Liang. (Tony Ang)"
"Ohh. He's my student. I'm Peng Tiang Xiang."
BANG CRASH WALLOP LOL.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Jesus fucking christ. Crude I know, but I literally had that reaction and my jaw just dropped open in amazement. He's like a legend of sorts in the CO circle, and his teacher, Yu Shun Fa, which is also Tony Ang's (VSCO flute teacher) grand-teacher, just passed away.
Now, Yu Shun Fa was and still is THE man. Pretty much the best in Singapore and in most other countries. That guys a genius. National player at 8 years old. Heck, he can even play a tune by just hammering the holes of the bamboo flute. What the hell?
And Yu Shun Fa's student is TPJC's flute teacher. God. I almost felt bad for him, TPCO was so damned disorganized; people didn't know what to play, how to play, instruments not tuned, even I didn't prep my Dizi in time. Just. Wow. Cripes. That guy is just good.
In fact, I, for a brief moment, contemplated on staying in TPJC because of Peng Tian Xiang. Wtf! In this one short lesson where it was mostly going through a really simple song, I've already picked up a few pointers.
Got to Katong half dead, with only my music sustaining me. Had dinner with MC and Darren then headed home. God, Peng Tian Xiang.. just, wow. Yes, I'm still in awe and amazement.
/CORantEnd.
Pretty much it for the day. Time to hit the sack and prep for the next day. 4.30 pm dismissal again. Geeze. Oh, and Happy Birthday Bagero, 1 hour in advance. Much <3 from your emperor =D.
Y Sunday, January 13, 2008
10:08 pm
Weekly update. Fine, I'll update more often next time.Just that these few days (with the exception of the weekend) was pretty much life on the slow lane.
Met Dionetta in person for the first time in my life, and the first thing I did immediately after exchanging pleasantries was to direct her to a backdoor entrance of the school so she can leave early. Well I never.
Met some really nice TKSS chaps, Bessi (Lol Ye xi) and another chap who offered to ferry me to school since we live pretty close by. Good guys, them two. Found out that someone in my CG plays WoW. (ZOMG!) The blighter is already raiding SSC/TK! Shit. But hey, on the plus side, I get to annoy someone during Math tutorials and trash talk about WoW. Heh.
Waited or about an hour at Borders for the guys. Bought a Time magazine for the first time in my life, and actually sat down to read about current affairs. It's been what, eons since I got about reading things that are actually important. US elections, US economy and the recent Benazir Bhutto assassination. (Fine not so recent, go away troll. I just started reading.)
Decent food for thought, but most importantly, it helped to butcher time. Had lunch followed by dinner, then that was the day.
Saturday was a little more eventful, what with Jollyn, Joy, Darren, MC and me going to town to run some errands. The exact nature of it is still pretty much classified, for it has to be kept from prying, bear-y eyes =D. What can be said is this: Lots of laughs and fun were had.
Lunch that day was, ah, well, pretty okay. Had Pepper's Lunch, and TBH I don't quite see the big hoo-hah about it, but I give, it's nice and innovative. So innovative, infact, they had to tell us customers this on a large poster. (Can't quite remember exactly)
"Unique electric hot cooker design, patented in Japan."
"Funny line here, forgot."
"Patented in Japan."
Yeah it's so damn unique you have to tell us twice. Lol. I get the idea. Oh, the caramel ice cream thing is sinfully sweet and will kill you off with a sugar rush. But it's good, mmm yes. I mean, how bad can ice cream be? And caramel's caramel. They were meant to be together.
Next stop was the Crumpler shop, coz Joy and I were thinking of buying one.
I wanted a black (I like black. This also happens to be my blog. Go away. I know black is boring.) non-stripey one, but the cheapest one was too damn small =\. Looked really weird on me. Fine, let's move on to the bigger sized one. O noes, ugly grey stripes. Fail.
OOOOooo! Solid black and no stripes. So I reached for it, tried it on, got a few nods from Darren and Jollyn. Flipped to the price tag and it said this to me.
"LOL YO FACE PHAILS. I'M 183 BUX, YO!"
Why am I getting a crumpler? No, I don't care for joining the crumpler ranks, or the prestige of owning a crumpler.
1. Looks decent.
2. Durable, from what I've heard. (IMPORTANT.)
3. Doesn't contort no matter what you put in. (IMPORTANT.)
Is every point above worth $61? I didn't really think so.
Anyway, later on Darren and I decided to ask the shop assistant for help: A small solid black one. Turns out there was only one left, and a couple already had their grubby lil mits on it.
We were contemplating on saying "Crumplers are so over worn. How could anyone like this black one? Looks terrible!" loudly, just because we could and it'd mean they wouldn't buy the bag.
Of course, we're all good hearted people. I saw the bag I wanted disappear before my very eyes, and that was that.
Funny thing is, when I got home, I didn't really care for it either way. LOL. Prolly grab it next time when I'm out with my family, or not. Stupid expensive piece o crap. (Thought I must admit, it looks fairly decent.)
Full blown time table begins from tomorrow onwards. I have PE on Monday and Tuesday. Wth? Logic much?
Y Monday, January 07, 2008
11:25 pm
OH NOES! WE HAVE REACHED CRITICAL MASS!Yeah about damn time I updated. IAN you've had orientation and just been to a new school, why are there no updates? Not like people read anyway, but still!
All good. Actually, it's a lot better that I refrained from posting my thoughts immediately after the orientation. I'd have passed off perfectly as a very bitchy guy, maybe some people feel I already am, but I digress.
To sum it up, talks, lectures and more talks. Seriously, orientation was totally kick ass man! One and a half days of orientation. 75% were talks/lectures. 15% breaks. 10% games or rather, actual orientation activities.
SRJC has 8 days of orientation.
VJ has 4 days, but mass dance and beach trips are included. Lotsa fun and at least you get to DO stuff. Mass dance and Suntec in the torrid raid, while a bit retarded, was fun and like I said, it's something to do.
My OG was pretty much dead as well. They hardly talk; some CCHMS fellow was mucking around with the group sign and fondling it, god knows why. I concede, I was quite the arrogant prick on the first day, but that's because I was being a sore, exceedingly bitter chump. Pardon me.
Still! Things didn't quite improve. I mean, usually the guys would at least have each other. The CCHMS guy had his sign and that's it. Can't expect me to be the only guy who approaches the girls? Would be quite the oddity.
Hark. But wait. My OGL. Terrific fellow, really. Whilst the other OGLs were wearing shirts and at least TRYING to look enthusiastic in games, this bloke here mucked around with sign (When it wasn't undergoing BDSM by the CCHMS guy) and basically didn't bother lead the group.
"Er do you all want to cheer? No right?"
"Er who wants to play?"
That's not the problem you see. He just couldn't be fucked. Naturally the group didn't care too. Oh joy.
That's that. Orientation over. Got a couple of their emails, let's see what comes out of this. I'm not optimistic.
I missed the Math lecture on Friday, so I kinda got screwed over today at Math. Didn't quite understand a crap, got the hang of it later, but yeah, it's still pretty hazy.
Chem was THE penultimate lecture though. Of course, common sense dictated that the most efficient way for students to obtain notes was for the whole level to zerg the photocopy room and grab a copy. Who woulda thunk?! I mean, when you need something passed around quick, you just swarm the source, right?
Went mostly like this. Take notes, flip through, fill in the blanks myself and basically ignore the blabbering lecturer. Yay mole concept. Of course there are those who haven't taken Chemistry before, so I'm not complaining. Just saying it was terribly mind numbing.
What's next? Oh that's right. We want you to hang around the school for half an hour and look pretty, even though the whole level's already done with lessons. You're in TP! Be proud of that. HANG AROUND AND LOOK PRETTY FFS. DO IT.
Yeah. Had lunch at PP with Jixian and James. Thanked the stars the day was over, more or less.
Side note: Totally digging the latest Foo Fighter's album. I'm a bit slow, I know. But, it's really really good! Good mixture of slow, melodic songs and slightly harder songs with faster tempos. The last track, Home, ended the album perfectly with a tune and lyrics that can't help but invoke nostalgia. Very soothing. Great for relaxing.
Oh, and that weird shitty hokkien song, Ji Pa Ban ($100000 in hokkien, for the uninitiated) has a wicked guitar solo and some odd riffs. Darren found that out. It's not important, but funny enough to be mentioned.
I shall be going to school tomorrow to learn some Civics and Morals. You'd think, after nearly 10 years of learning that crap, I'd be a nice, model citizen who absolutely adores his country, that'd be ideal. Too bad shit happens in real life. Morals came from my parents, that's that. Oh and roflchinese. Yeah. Chinese.
Get me out of TPJC, please.
PS. No, I still don't think I'm a guy who bitches. I'm sorry for being articulate.
GUYS, REROLL LIFE IMO!
Y Tuesday, January 01, 2008
6:24 pm
Happy New year everyone. Not that I really mean it, but I think you knew that by now. Just a formality.In fact, the whole shebang's just a formality. Christmas, CNY, blabla. World's so commercialized they're probably a gimmick to get people to spend more. Well, helps the economy anyway, so no one should really be complaining.
So yeah, New Year's party at Darren's and subsequently my place, was pretty good. Drank just a bit at Darren's place, and finally got to watch X-men 3 on Star Movies. Is it just me, or does Shadowcat not look legal? I wouldn't hit it, rofl.
Moved over to my place and started the drinking games proper, to celebrate the New Year. Funny thing, humans. All you need to do is name a specific day and stick some weird significance in it. There. Celebrations.
Again, not that I'm complaining. It was great, and though I only participated in half the games, (who's the sober shit to clean up the mess, ei?) half the fun has always been watching people get conked out to the strong stuff like Vodka and what not.
Well, after the games resolved, about 6 am-ish, No one wanted to drink the mixed stuff, as well as the remaining cup of Irish Cream. Wtf. So I took what was like 8 shots just like that. Vodka with sprite, Gin with fucking green tea (WTF?) and Irish cream.
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Needless to say, alcohol got to my head. Here's what I don't get. If you're tipsy, you tend to spout gibberish. Funny thing was, I was in full and total control of myself. Yes, I could let go, but it just didn't feel right.
So drunks don't kno they're drunks, right? Har. Just for the sake of tacking this on, I could have a perfectly normal and intelligent discussion with one of the guests. His family seems to drink quite a bit, and it's rubbed off him. He could tell me the different uses of certain types of alcohol.
Dry vodka is used as a base for cocktails, and when drank pure, burns and kills people. I know that, because I drank it! He also mentioned something about $450 a bottle of some alcohol name which was horridly hard to pronounce, so I let that go anyway.
It's not a session of /flex LOOKATME! I CAN TAKE MY ALCOHOL! Neh. That stuff really messes with your head. Makes it light and heavy at the same time. Light in that you feel a lil sleepy, while a hammer pounds away, giving a headache that while not intolerable, is always noticeable. Tilt your head for a bit and it really goes all the way! Now that's some heavy stuff. Fancy trying to get up then, after lying down. Nope, not fun.
It was in this state that MC and I cleaned up Bobby's vomit for the third time. First was near the sofa as we were playing. Then it was at the garden while we were playing. Third was after we absolved everything and the fucker threw up next to the sofa AGAIN. Jesus christ.
Mark my words. Next time you idiots don't vomit into the plasic bag or pail provided, I'll throw you in a pool of your own vomit. Shit.
I decided that I was tird anyway, so time for sleep. Showered, brushed my teeth. Squeezing toothpaste out of that dwindling tube of toothpaste proved pretty difficult, but it was nothing compared to trying to get that toothpaste of the toothbrush. Missed twice.
Now I know why you don't drink and drive. You only do it because you...
1) Were dropped on the head at birth.
2) Were dropped again on the head at birth.
3) Have an IQ of less than 76, unable to control bowel movement.
4) Slept with your driving instructor.
5) Bribed the traffic police officers.
6) Got mindfucked so bad by a girl you took leave of your senses. Don't worry, #6 is understandable.
Anyway, I threw up quite a bit after that. Now this is odd. Usually you throw up because you've had too much in too little, and your liver rejects. But by that point of time, you're probably drunk and spouting out every last one of your dirty little secrets. Alcohol has a knack of spilling the skeletons in your closet.
Once again, I declare I was at least in 90% control of my actions, albeit sluggish, slow, and tinged with an inexplicable laziness.
Alright alright. I'll give in. Want to see Ian act stupid? By far the worst of my idiosyncrasies was speaking in a neutral tone, with a bit of the "British Accent". I was listening to myself, aware that it was silly, but found it fun to use anyway.
Poser? Nah, it's the New Year. Stuff it.
What? You're still reading? Alright. Here're my New Year's resolutions.
1) I resolve to stop making New Year Resolutions.
2) I resolve to tell others to do the same. They never get fulfilled anyway.
Because I'm not just another one of your plays.
-You're- the pretender.
I'm done, I'm done.