Y Wednesday, July 30, 2008
12:22 am
Awesome video. Emotional text and messages aside, I love the sexual references in this video. Thought the whole concept of school rejects was pretty cool.
Y Saturday, July 26, 2008
11:35 pm
It's not dead!Sometimes it's a quite a chore to update this thing, especially when there's nothing noteworthy to fill in.
Most people complain that their lives are pretty dull. I suppose it's true, because they spend most of their time loathing about how absolutely devoid of colour their existence is instead of buying some paint and sloshing that stuff on.
Then again, you didn't need me to tell you that, did you? Oh lawrdy. I'm rambling.
Alright, on to business. Since a this little corner of the internet just serves as a log for the ah, more significant things that happen, I'll do just that.
And for the past week, out of five days, I've made it to two and a half days of school. Awesome. As of the 25th of July '08, Ian hasn't attended a full 5 day week of school. That's fucking fail fail fail.
Now about the absence. See, I've had the cold bug. It bit me. Then sometimes shit happens (literally) when you eat the wrong stuff, don't know about it, and drink milk. Then things just get watery (literally.) for a few days.
Friday was a great day, eye opener. CJ classmate's leaving us, sniffles. No, that wasn't sarcastic, srsly. I was emotionally blackmailed into going for the farewell party at her place which wasn't organized by her, wasn't endorsed by her. Hell, she didn't even know about it. Her mum did though. Now that's one awesome mum.
Before we delve into anything else, let's talk about the houses in Gallop Road, as well as the adjacent streets.
Wait for it.
Huge.
What? One word?
That's right. All the other words were stolen. Breathlessly huge. I am not shitting you.
So we spotted a gigantanourmous house from a distance, stated the obvious such as how bloody big and beautiful the house was, and continued walking. Three minutes later, yes, I estimated, about three minutes later, we were still walking beside the house's fence. Jesus. It takes more than 3 minutes to walk the length of the house. How retardedly big is that?
You see now, fellas? Those are the rich upper class. I have no right to be called in the same, or an even remotely similar vein. The people that live there eat money, crap money, sleep money. Me, I lack money. I shit you not.
Okay, I suppose since some of y'all CJ people got wind of this lil corner, (completely unintended, but unavoidable) I suppose I'm inclined to say something.
Kai Lin's one of the coolest (imo) girls in class, and if I had some sort of a word count to keep track of which girl I talk to the most, it's Kai lin. (Not a whole lot, I know. Hey, I'm a shy fella from a guy's school. That works, mmkay?) That's how I got blackmailed into going. Not that I didn't want to, but it's just whereever them CJ people hang out, it's a million miles from my place. Her company will be sorely missed, but I think you already knew that.
Anyway main point here is, like I've said in the past, and many of you would agree, you don't really care for something until it's gone for good. No matter how many times you tell yourself you'll treasure what you have, the bottomline is, humans are selfish bastards and will never truly appreciate something until it's flat out gone.
Fast forward to today, where I've finally got the hang of Maclaurin's. Wasn't so hard, but that doesn't mean it was enjoyable, either. Math is fucking terrible, but, for the third time, you already knew that.
I suppose the rest of the day isn't too memorable, until dinner time that is. Fine, so the majority of them couldn't make it, but dinner with just Dan, WJ and Bfoo wasn't bad either. In fact, it wasn't bad at all.
Suppose I was given one word to describe this evening. 'Hilarious' would have no competition. Dan is just plain funny. Jesus. I can't share any of the jokes that transpired tonight, or I'll get my blog marked just like Dan's (LOL) and Robo Lees marching up my door to pew pew me. Big brother's watching.
G'night y'all.
Y Thursday, July 24, 2008
11:35 pm
Blog is not dead.Is all.
Y Thursday, July 17, 2008
12:29 am
Today a close friend of mine told me a really horrible story.It goes somewhat like this...
Once, there was a teacher, a very capable one with many years of experience. He had a love for teaching, and did his job impeccably well. He loved his school, and his job. But of course, sometimes teachers get shuffled around, you can't help it. Life isn't always smooth sailing.
But he figured, well, I might not like the new enviroment, but the fact remains that I will do my job and do it well, because it is my duty and passion. Now this new school he got transferred too was a terrible school, in terms of academic performance as well as student quality.
Naturally he had problems adjusting, but he still kept to his passion and did what he could. The classes he taught got better; progress was made.
He could not connect with the rest of the teaching staff, however, as they had.. different outlooks where teaching was concerned. Still he did as he must, and fulfilled his responsibilities best as he could, though he was never on close terms with his colleagues.
Then one day, the staff of the school told him to leave, to go away, and that they did not welcome him, for the simple fact that they are different. What's to happen to the students now? He was, however, left with no choice. With bitter resentment in his heart, he left the school, and as sure as the sun rises and sets, the school was back to it's original, deplorable state.
A pity indeed. Oddly enough, the bad teachers were gladly kept in the school, and it wasn't as if the school was overstaffed. It had a lack of manpower, if anything. Yet they drove their new colleague out. It is no wonder many teachers from that school before had left the teaching profession.
Sad isn't it? It's not particularly touching, but I really do feel indignant for the poor teacher, really I do. The sadness of wasted potential of the students is matched only by the frustration one feels towards the stupid, narrow-minded school administration. A pity.
metaphors, metaphors, metaphors.
Y Monday, July 14, 2008
9:02 pm
Evening class. Take a seat. Today we're gonna learn a few new words.fail /feɪl/feyl
–verb (used without object)
1. to fall short of success or achievement in something expected, attempted, desired, or approved: The experiment failed because of poor planning.
–noun
13. Stock Exchange.
a. a stockbroker's inability to deliver or receive security within the required time after sale or purchase.
Yes class. We are all acquainted with the fail shown above. What your other teachers didn't tell you was that there was a third, more useful form of the word.
-verb
1. to be completely devoid of success or anything positive that's worth a damn. ie. that math lecturer fails so hard i don't know if i should laugh or cry myself to sleep.
-noun
2. something that's utterly chock full of.. fail. no other way about it. that's right, you're supposed to point and laugh. ie. CJC math dept is fail.
Now how about that? Useful word isn't it? Much better than the trash you were taught before.
To pair with that word, class, I will be introducing a prefix to that word, for when fail is jst not quite enough to describe how fail something is!
epic
Because I'm so fucking lazy, epic just anything great, spectacular, or large/monumental in nature.
How do we string a sentence or paragraph together with that?!
Here are a few to start you off with.
1) Wow, the math lecturer we had today was epic fail. She seems to think personal insults are funny and somehow makes her a cut above the sub-humans she teaches! Because er, you know, we're supposed to listen while she talks, and she's a teacher, so we're sorta less human. Kinda.
2) Epic failures usually make comments without knowing a crap about what they're talking about. Everyone can (and loves to) make groundless, insulting, sweeping statements, and math lecturers are (surprise surprise!) no different!
3) Most(Not all, MOST.) teachers fail deep down inside. Low paying job, shitty ass hours, tough as nails to stick through until you a)Die. b) Get a better job. They truely fail in an epic fashion when they manage to lie to themselves that they actually enjoy teaching, when in reality, belittling students allows them to feel better about how much they fail.
Afterall, the students they teach are probably going to earn a heck load more money than they will in a life time! Or two. How fail can you get in an old class gathering when people are spitting out jobs like
"Oooh, I'm a Human Resource Manager in *insert MNC here*"
"Oh I run my own small humble business. Bout an annual turnover of a million or two."
"Ah nothing special, just a lawyer."
"Brain surgeon. Pretty stressful."
"Uhm.. *feels penis shrinking* I'm a.. teacher. NO not a primary school teacher, no no. That fails. I'm BETTER than that. I teach in a government Junior College."
"Oh a teacher..? That's ahh.. (remember about emotional control the previous post? That's right!) ah well, that's nice! I mean it's really noble of you! butofcourseinrealityitsucksbigtimei'mjustbeingniceaboutit."
Got a rough idea now, class? Good!
Class dismissed. Remember, I want your fail assignments in first thing tomorrow morning. Three examples at least! Now get out of my sight, failboats.
Right so, school was pretty crap today. I'll leave you smart ones to figure out why. Hence I'm really fucking grumpy!
Had some mass dance crap for PE today. I now know why I pay to watch dances instead of getting paid to dance. I have two left feet, none of which can coordinate worth a damn.
Then later we oopsh. ^_^ maybe I'll fill in this bit the day after tomorrow.
Y Thursday, July 10, 2008
9:55 pm
Here are my fail results. Because I care.H2
Chem - C (Surprise surprise. GJ chem teacher?)
Math - U (3.5/100 LOL)
Econs B (66/100 Lawl@highestinclass)
H1
Hist U (Okay. I have potential. It's not showing?)
GP C (Fuck.)
Chi S (lol.)
Yeah it's fucked up. Report card looks horrible, Ches and MC tell me otherwise, but hey. You two are in VEE JAY. I'm in CJ. That's a buttload of difference tyvm.
GP was really bad. I mean really bad. I was aiming for an A. I got greeted with a fuckin C, yes that's after moderation. It's just really terribad. Granted, highest in class was a B, but it's really all about your own expectations.
Sure, I got a lot of "fuck you Ian, wah lao, so high."
Kindly understand this. I was at the top of my form for English for as far as I can remember. Anywhere I go, I'd be known as someone who has a strong grasp and love for the language, as well as being very versatile, as I can handle almost all text types without issue, with my strong point being narratives (mainly because I like writing stories more, though grade wise they all even out.) Remember fellas, your own expectations.
So apparently it was a weak attempt at an essay, which is due to poor argument and language which is "fine but not impressive." FINE. Jesus. So many times the marker got personal. This people, is called a complete lack of EQ. This, my dear marker, is why you're stuck being a teacher. Emotional control. Learn it.
Ah fuck. No one cares. It's not about what I can do; ain't important.
Important message to get across is that I fucked up real bad, yeah. I'm particularly upset over GP, and it's really the only subject I can be reasonably angry at, since I didn't really study for the others. Chem definitely came as a surprise.
Chem file's due tomorrow, which I really can't care less about. Sure you can have the file. It's empty and crap, but you can have it anyway, since you insist. Chinese oral tomorrow, and same thing, I can't be bothered. As Chester said, it's going to be the last time I speak Chinese. Nope, sure as hell didn't change things.
So I have potential in history. Been told that twice or thrice now. It's not showing? I just don't understand how I'm supposed to do it. Apparently I can, but I don't know how. How's that potential? Potential fuck up me thinks.
I'm very grumpy and disappointed. Very. Really.
So tell me again, of what use are you, and what merits do you fucking have?
Y Wednesday, July 09, 2008
12:04 am
Lolbread.
Sooo. I skipped PE today, and had to memorize the 10 longest rivers in the world, as well as educate my fellow classmates. Fucking retarded. You know, I get how people pretend to be clever, or try to sound sophisticated. We always want to be more than what we are.
But to sound like a downie on purpose? Eludes me. Completely, utterly. Some mysteries in the world you are just not meant to solve. New PE teacher's one of them.
Got back math. 3.5. Yeah 3.5, not 35. ROfl. Got it back and just laughed on the spot. Nothing much to be said, really.
Saving grace came in the form of econs, 66, a B. Not too shabby, topped the class and all, but I figure I coulda done better. If anyone of you happen to stumble across this little corner of the internet and wish to rage at me for saying that, or for saying my GP fails, I have this to say.
We all have our own fucking expectations. S'why I don't care for math. You have a good day too.
Y Monday, July 07, 2008
10:11 pm
I have concluded. I like grumpy. Actually, it isn't grumpy. It's just good ole' me comin' back again!EDIT: This is so awesome I just had to edit it in. Runner who crap his pants is gold.
http://www.shipmentoffail.com/
What I can't have, I look down upon with contempt. Live gets easier, and it hurts so good.
12:49 am
I'm so fucking bored. And grumpy.
Oh wut. I'm becoming an old man. Or at least I feel like one. You know them old, grumpy fucktards who do nothing but moan and groan and in general just hate the world, because they felt they've seen enough. I'm saying them; I personally don't think I'm done with the world yet. Just feel like them, you know.
So I did arena with Melvin today and it was FUCKING terrible. Win one, lost one, win three, lost two. FUCKING annoying, FUCKING frustrating. Yeah. Well we both just stopped for lunch, and never really got back to doing it. That didn't help much in the way for keeping even tempers, or aiding healthy blood pressure levels.
But you know, it IS a refreshing change, somewhat. A change in mindset and hence your disposition gives you a fresh outlook towards otherwise mundane things you used to do so often.
I'm just gonna go WoW and keep my mind off stupid shit.
Y Thursday, July 03, 2008
11:26 pm
I'm so tired, and so grumpy.Let's start by listing why I got so grumpy.
1) It gets you worried when your group member has to ask you how to do her EOM.
2) Today was a long, crappy day.
3) I failed chem, and have to do lots of corrections. But that isn't the point. Chem is EASY and I'm ROCK BOTTOM because I COULDN'T BE FUCKED putting in ANY effort. I'm angry at myself, really.
4) The more my Econs teacher goes through the paper, the more my prospected grade drops. I was hoping for a B to redeem my Chem and Math. Fuck.
5) Darren kinda ditched me, but that's secondary.
6) I somehow hurt my back.
7) My ear phones are busted. (For the second time. I lost one pair. This is the 4th one I'm replacing.)
8) I'm short on cash and owe my mum $60.
9) I lost my pencil case, along with my GC. There was shit with sentimental value in it!
Met with MC and Gresilda and wasted the day away by tagging. I got a free ice cream, but hey, it's gonna be offset big time on the first of August. I've got 4 weeks ish to save.
And a part of me somehow prefers to be permanently grumpy. Psh.
Y Tuesday, July 01, 2008
9:20 pm
I still refuse to do a 500 word review and afterthoughts on the movies.Why? Well, appetizers are that I'm really bombed. Main course to be served later.
School was... relatively okay I guess. Not much to complain about, not much to shout about either. I'm regaining my thrash talk momentum with Han Shen and YS, lol. Yeah it's complete and utter bullshit but plenty fun and stress relieving, to boot.
Said sorry to my math teacher when I saw him, cuz I let the nice man down by royally screwing up my math paper, not understanding a word he said when we were going through it in class and all that shit. I wonder if my chem teacher'll be as nice. Oh wait, who in the nine hells am I kidding. She's waging war on me =\. I can't stand and get shot, can I?
Okay so that's exaggerating, but yeah. Relations.. not so good. She says I'm not a nice person to talk to. Okay, bring that to econs or GP teacher. They'll sing different tunes. Hell, in different languages too.
Yeah then I met with Darren, waited bout half an hour for Gresilda and made our way to PP.
Met MC on the way, then Darren was proving or figuring out some bullshit Monty Hall Problem (Which I TRIED TO UNDERSTAND, I SWEAR. But couldn't.) which completely didn't help my headache. Maybe if I was masochist, I don't know. So anyway I started sneezing, but it's just that the food court's not so dust-free, know what I'm sayin'?
Had lunch(dinner?) at Pastamania, at Gresilda's insistence. She wanted to eat something expensive. 'course we're nice people and obliged, and for the first time she ordered something without looking at the price tag. Or second actually. $4.20 for a lousy fishburger. You go girl. EDIT: We were all stony broke from the holidays, eating out almost everyday and getting all the presents and barbeque stuff and whatnot. We're that nice.
Nothing much later I s'pose. Sat around, talked, accompanied MC because MC wanted to eat cheap.
We found out Gresilda could take bus 32 from our usual 12, 14 busstop, and that's that.
I came home and sneezed somemore, feelin woozy and crap like that. Nope, wasn't the dust. It's a frick'un cold!
Crud.
And I have PE tomorrow. PW members are not responding except Han Shen, so I'm doing their part for now because we need to spit something out, no matter how crappy, tomorrow. How's that's for a main course and dessert?
I'm sick and grumpy.