First things first, stay calm.

I finished the book.

I FINISHED THE BOOK.

I. FINISHED. THE BOOK.

Go find and read it. The Raw Shark Texts.

I love it.
I snuggle-up-at-night love it.
I kiss-and-hold-tight love it.
It is made of awesome.

I don't care if others don't like it.
I don't care if it doesn't strike a chord in some people.
I don't care if it's too abstract or weird.
I don't care if to others it is stupid or pretentious.

I just love it, flat and outright.

It's like modern art merged with a book! Actually, I guess it is.

plantplantplantplantplantplantplantplantplant
eyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeyeeye
bodyofmisingmanfoundbodyofmisingmanfoundbodyofmisingmanfound

a story of somebody with issues being stalked by a conceptual fish and some ascii art thrown in? who can't love that!

Oh gods, I'm obssessed.

And I am going to read it again.

Steven Hall, you are my idol.

1, 2, 1-2-3

456789.

10.

11.

12.

Right.

SO I AM BLOGGING AGAIN.

EOYs are over (a long long long time ago.)!

I had to say that.

Stuff. There was a stayover for practise. and fun joy laughter. More fun joy laughter than practise, for practise can stick itself up where the sun does not shine in the face of bonding and general rowdy spirits.

Before that at Bukit Timah Plaza for buying supplies
like icepops and balloons.

Then home for putting down bags, truth or dare, mini-soccer and food.

We did practise, really.

A bit.

Along with FFVII:AC, Halo 2, Audition, Trickster, Bionicle, Soccer, Water hoses and pizza.

And IMM-ing.

So we took a bus to clementi and walked back and forth and then we caught another to IMM.

we could not buy. Following that to shop after shop for caps and pants and then to Giant for long queues, Daiso for nothing and Sweet Talk for good drinks.

Then back home first for lit sem preparations and xboxing. Then night of fun joy laughter in room of people attempting to steal pillows and sleeping space from one another.

And midnight food. And camera-ing. And NFS:Most Wanted. And. etc.

djasiasdiajidjasidjia
compulsory gibberish.

Next week is packed! iSpark night + HiC + Lit Sem. I will attempt to be coherent and not go off point in this post like how much I enjoy to do stuff which I cannot think off while attempting to shamelessly lengthen word count.

Sign up on Facebook, should I?

Pie.

I will.

Actually blog something sensible soon.

(relatively, that is.)

Not yet dead

haha gd joke lol

So much for optimism.

Yes dead for now and perhaps a long long while after, because much happening other than schoolwork is close to none, and homework get is not exactly very exciting no?

And grammar of the lesser level is rather much the interestingly fun to type, go on do sue me in the light of the self-amusement, yes thanks.

#2

Today was an excellent day. (thankyousomuchfordropping by.)
And I'm still high, so have some Vitas.

It has been awhile.

Stolen! From! Ele! actually it was a tag.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence on your blog along with these instructions.
5. "It's mine."
6. Tag five people.

[excerpt]

Starsky gets kidnapped. There's a gunfight on Beunas Yerbas Bay Bridge, and we've got a chase scene scripted with David and Paul running over car-roofs at rush-hour. It'll be a headache to okay it with the traffic cops, but we need to do it on location or we'll lose any semblance of artistic integrety.

'Hey, you're not taking Blood on the Tracks.'

'It's mine.'

[/excerpt]

Blog traffic has never been high, so I'll tag er. Zhicong, Dai, Kun, Bing and Julian. And whoever wants to do it.

It needs a good title

Because I cannot think of one!

This is the promised CAP post.
But, to facilitate reading and stuff, I'll give only the important keyphrases.

Day one.
reach-early; wait; ops-room; fiddle-with-camera; opening-ceremony; what-was-she-doing-in-arthur's-room; laugh-and-eat; ops-room; play-bad-music; admin-work; judith's-chocolate; talk; daniel-has-a-lot-of-weird-al; power-cut-from-us; we-search-room; failed-to-prank-miss-lim-so-daniel-olivia-and-i-are-sad; long-debrief; kulwat; eleanor-joins; knock-on-doors; return-to-room; Zzz.

Day two.
ignore-alarm-and-get-woken-by-del; stick-head-in-sink; full-awake; plenary; interesting-excerpt-things; look-busy; ops-room; rest-a-bit; go-on-lit-excursion; find-lost-people; swinging-red-lights-omg; chase-bus-up-and-down; back-to-ops-room; eleanor-sleeps-on-couch; timepasses; try-to-wake-her; del-is-laughing; go-for-film-workshop; sit-around; collate-feedback-forms; eleanor-returns; jianyong-returns; milk-and-brownies; back-to-ops-room; shorter-debrief; yay-sit-outside-to-write-and-chat; we-go-for-a-long-walk; mike-has-an-interesting-professor; cannot-find-brendan's-phone; longer-walk; back-to-rooms; chit-chat; back-to-room; Zzz.

Day three.
same-as-the-day-before; peer-sharing; some-people-are-really-too-soft; talk-a-bit; workshop-in-which-i-honestly-did-not-sleep-in; now-i've-forgotten-what-happened-after-that; jianyong-represents-singapore; film-again; eleanor-arrives-from-the-other-meeting; she-is-asleep-on-couch; del-and-jianyong-arrive; watch-film-folk; back-to-ops-room; debrief; crashed; Zzz.

Day four.
see-above; great-uniform-swap; dunman-high-uniform-has-long-pants; meet-the-mr-lee; writing-workshop; lol-julian; benson-has-a-really-funny-tee-shirt; alumni-sharing; loud-poem; film-goes-to-holland-v; nap-a-little; receive-icecream-from-eleanor; is-happy; back; change-to-stuff-for-formal-dinner-thing; judith's-room; fruit-and-vegetable-cult-was-great; shit-happened; workshops; major-meeting; kegan-lost-his-laptop-and-the-UCC-people-are-a-bunch-of-useless-fools; emcee-script; accapella; eleanor-and-i-binge-on-coffee-whilst-working; jianyong-and-athena-arrive-in-the-room-and-attract-cockroaches; contemplate-and-attempt-to-sleep-in-the-same-room; jianyong-has-his-head-in-the-corridor; fear-judith; return-to-own-rooms; Zzz.

Day five
oversleep; i-forgot-what-i-was-doing-here; reach-UCC; admin-admin-emcee-script; hunt-down-emcees; accapella-final-edition; rehearsals; big-night; performances; great-council-revolution-against-the-UCC; give-them-the-finger; the-performances; photo-spammage; judith-tossing; fun; prata.

And that was CAP in a nutshell. hurr hurr nurr it rocked. Ahahahaha. No really. Must be seen to be believed. It was great. In spite of the long withdrawal period to follow.

Et cetera. '07 CAP council - sank'you.

CAP'07

Did you expect a post?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Gotcha. This is not a post.

This is a remarkably weird thing on the fact that I am going for another camp and whilst dying to blog about CAP has no time to, darn. Thus I shall post only on Wednesday, or something.

But.

OH GODS CAP OF 07 WAS AWESOME. 'nuff said.

Love to everybody. Yesyesyes.

CAP WITHDRAWAL SYNDROMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I am on crack.

How divine a comedy

I now feel the pain of Dante, for I too hath gone through hell.

Thus is the end of OBS, which I did not blog about till today in spite of returning back to Sunny Island a day ahead of schedule.

In a nutshell, it was rather...

ooolookiesunburnontheupperarmandneckandnoseandacoupleofmosquitobitesalongeverysinglepartofthebodyaswellaswhatisuspecttobesomesortoffungalrashbehindmyneckandanabrasionalongthethighcoupledwithmanybruisesfromabrokenbagstrapandstuffogodsthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainthepainandflu.

...interesting an experience which, in all manners of political correctness, will serve to highly enrich my future and experience as a member of the rapidly globalizing hub of biotechnology that is our glorious nation.

Admittedly, I did like it at some parts. Lemme break things down a little.

Day 1 was as boring as undercooked chicken pie.

Day 2 was as boring as undercooked chicken pie.

Day 3 was as boring as undercooked chicken pie.

Day 4 was fun because I was at the medical centre.

Day 5 was fun because I was at home.

('ㅂ')

Aha! I seem to spot heavy generalisation here. I have strategically cut out the important bits!




Let us move into the specifics.

Day 1 -

We spent an hour or so waiting at the jetty whilst talking and walking around aimlessly. Then the ferry got to us and we took it to Ubin.

Yay.

And then had a briefing and another briefing and a happy fun joyful sit in circle introduction thing which I thoroughly enjoyed because I am an Explorer In My Own Right.

And we pitched tent and learn some skills that will not be used in future.

Day 2 -

We trekked not that far to the other camp to pitch our tents and go through more briefings. We did some high elements for five minutes after an hour or so of preparations. Then we ate lunch and went to kayak.

The first fun thing, really. Floating in sea aimlessly never seemed to appealing.

Dinner in the cookhouse, good food at last. Good food did not last.

The longan syrup ran out.

Day 3 -

Go for weird small games in morning, talk to Ben about gaming and sunblock. Run out of sunblock, feel pain in neck, hooray.

Then came the land expedition. Ooooo yeah.

walkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalk.

Sums it up. Though, if you reeeeaaaaalllllly wanna be specific about things.

walkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwithhugebags.

There, better? Y/N.

Nearing new campsite had what was close to an asthma attack, bag straps finally broke off after padding came off an hour or so earlier. Carry whole bag in arms whilst trying to use inhaler, learn that walking into tree is painful.

Reached campsite, ate maggi with soil. AND THEN.

Instructor realised that I seemed to be dying and was put under observation. Sat in tent, fell asleep, woken up a bit later to be sent to medical centre.

Highlight of the Night, took a speedboat round Pulau Ubin back to camp at 12 o'clock or so. That was truly enjoyable.

Slept.

Day 4 -

Woke up, took some medicine, accompanied a two others to cookhouse for breakfast, went to Sengkang Polyclinic for a long wait for a 5 minute appointment, discovered who John Jay was. (He was the guy in the other bunk at medic centre.) Contemplated existentialism whilst willing 2130 to be called by pharmacist, went back to Ubin.

Stayed in centre for a little more, got baggage in order, WENT BACK TO PUNGGOL JETTY AND GOT HOME.

I'd never felt so liberated in my entire life.

Day 5 -

I was at home, yay.

So thus was the OBS enriching experience. Lovely is it not?

Day 5, also, was the CAP Meeting.

Ohjoyohjoyohjoyohjoyohjoy.

It was fun, in all truth.

Reached there, took a brief walk around before being spotted by the already present Councillor party. Moved over for a chat.

*reenactment of conversation and some humor goes here.*

Then went to help upstairs, followed by standing at the aisle whilst making horse jokes.

Thus later went to help with the collation of application forms and things. Enjoyable fun it was not, but enjoyable fun the aftermath was. Fiddled with sub-machine camera flash. Then went with the superseniors for dinner at Far East. T'was much fun and talk.

Saturday was fun joy and laughter.

Sunday was mothers day and a lot of sleep. And flu. Can't forget the flu.

...Oh gods, the flu.

Thus I speak.

RETURNETH HATH ME.

asdasidjcjxckzxjckzjxck. (because every blog post needs one.)

Goodbye, O Cruel World!

And hello, O Cruel jungles of Pulau Ubin!
Yours truly shall disappear till the 11th, on Friday, for the dreaded OBS.

Till then, asdjasdjiasd!
I tremble in fear.

I Am @ Youth.SG

Once a upon a time.

A group of friends were merrily jaunting down the sidewalks of sunny island Singapore whilst trying to avoid being handed some pamphlets. And then in the midst of their merry jaunting-ness they found their way into the lands of a man on a mat. Which a can in his hand. And a bunch of bad rhymes in his pocket.

And unto him they said,
"lol y u b3ggz0r 4 c45h".

And thus is spoke this verily true line,
"no $, lol".

And they pondered over his plight. In glorious summation they uttered,
"lol wadeva n00b u53 p4yp41".

And they walked off. It was a sad, sad day.

Butbut heyheyheyheyheyheyhey. Let's put things into perspective and actual to relation to what I'm applying my logic or lack thereof to.

We are the next generation of scientists and researchers in a biotechnological hub of the future.

We are the new team of political leaders and government to bring the nation into a better tomorrow.

We are the essence of infocomm-savvy and the epitome of worthy computing skills.

"Tell me, Dr. , what do the youths of today believe in?"

"I'm not sure, Mr. Holmes - does it involve the internet?"

"Excellent, my dear Watson! They love the fame and 5p34k1ng 1i3k +h15."

"And eBay?"

"Yes. They love eBay."

The teens of today are a motley crew. Our age is that of widespread connections from the national to international level. Gone are the days when the mailbox had handwritten letters of Fun in the Sun, Wish you were here, Thanks for the books - incoming is the new era of fun in LAN, w15h u w3r3 h3r3, ty 4 +7 sword. We feed on computing.

Connections. This is an era of connections. GenY loves the sights and sounds of an online city, the letters and numbers that make about converstaions like 01010110010101 - we stand not the lack of IT, for the lack of IT is both pain and bad pun. O, prostrate thyne unworthy self in front of ze intranetz! Beholdeth its earth-shaking prowess and worship thy power withineth it!

Not like that's a bad thing.

As the youth of Singapore we strive for fun, joy and laughter.

We love the feel of ego growing under anonymous means, or perhaps the acknowledgement that one is better at losing credit card info and personal sanity. We want to talk with people who would never speak to us in real life - because they actually know who we are already. We strive for the statistics and numbers to take our mind of work and life, pumping good focus into acquiring a bunch of pretty pixels and a virtual acid trip. We mould every whim and fancy to fit what the internet can provide for us, and have fun while doing it.

Show some love for the online gambler. He seems to know what he's doing.
Show some love for the e-merchant. He doesn't seem to know what he's doing.

Show some love the avid gamer. He'd rather not know what he's doing.
And show some love for the blogger. He knows what the others are doing.

Drugs for children. They're doing drugs for children.

And face it, we're hooked, we're Singaporean.

Enjoy the ride. :]

Kill me at midnight.

What that does not kill us makes us stronger.
What that kills us, though, leaves us pretty much dead.

Something must have killed my blog, but my /\/\4) 5{!115 have brought it back to life.
For now.

Anyway.

I cannot believe that we got a gold. Shock-horror-disbelief-and-overall-FRIKKIN-HAPPY.

Happy in the way when you wake up in the morning to realise it's 4am and you can go back to sleep. Happy in the way that despite flunking the Chinese test by amazing levels you're still not the worst. Happy in the way that is your first and last SYF getting a gold.

Not a 'with honours', but I'll be damned if I've the nerve to complain after all that.

But I'm reallyreallyreallyreallyhighatthemomentIthinkit'sacombinationoftheteaandthecoffeeand thesugarandthetrees-and-rocks-and-rocks-and-trees-and-rocks-and-trees-and-trees-and-rocks-and-rocks-and-trees-and-trees-and-rocks-and-trees-and-rocks-and-rocks-and-trees-and-WATER.

Unable to think coherently. With the History test in sight. Panic!




I shall go drop myself from this mortal coil.

But hey! Then you realise that life is worth living in spite of the utter madness so please put down the knife and back away real slow because Santa is behind you with a handheld 150mm Howitzer and you're standing on a cheesecake and I really like the sound of heavy bells at night or something like that because they taste of orange just like the good old pavlovas great-granddad used to make in the oven that talked me at night it was such a good friend too until they melted it down to make cookies.

Dispel and begone, O spirits that plague me and tempt the mind to go sleep and worry naught about the pressures that bear down with such fierce asdkjakjdiqjf!

I suspect I am nacroleptic. When you can fall asleep so well in the day but just can't sleep in the night.

The damn night. They say that midnight is the hour of the dead, when it all comes to a freeze frame in one long ringing note of pathetic silence. Sunny island Singapore, wrapped up in quiet and still.

I once spied a man from my bedroom window.

He was walking alone in the street underneath the moon at about 1.30am. And I thought - if you had snow, a trenchcoat, a fedora, you've some quaint little pictureseque town where all are happy or at least philosophically at ease - those books where crumpets are more meal than concept, or where tea is brewed in porcelein pots that actually shatter.

But here is hub of change and biotech and whatnot, so we can't complain about the heat of night that just seems to want to kill us in tropical glory. We've our dialects and swearwords and durian or perhaps even the encyclopedias that tell foreigners what a kopi-O is and how ripped off they are.

Though sometimes you just have to sit up at night and look out to window and watch the whole damn world come to a lulling stop. A silly silly stop in the midst of all that haste and rush and run. A hiatus at the most important moment. Sometimes you just have to stare and the huge round big-eyed lamp that hangs up there unreacheable and wonder to yourself why we still do all this stuff when there's so much out there we claim but don't really know. Like the clouds and the sky and all that black-ish matter floating around that we catalogue in all our pretty numbers and whatnot like some equation that can be kept in a jar in the pantry.

Sometimes we need to just stop living like an idiot machine and ask ourselves:

"Why the fish am I sitting up in the middle of the night contemplating existentialism when there is a test tomorrow for which I am ill-prepared?"

And then we wonder.

To live is painful

That realization dawned on me after I smacked my head into the chair whilst attempting to walk and snooze simultaenously.

It was beautiful.

Today was a bright new dawn of a bright new era! The birds were a-chirping, the trees were a-swaying, and I was a-gonizing over the bucketload of homework that had been unceremoniously dumped on us in the most positive and encouraging of attitudes. But I could not face the foe inside and, alas! My nacroleptic tendencies drove me to head for the foldable tatami and into damn good a nap.

Oh well. Happy days are here again. When the upper echeloens of authority decide it fitting and worthy to produce stack after stack of assignments for poor sods like us to struggle through, fighting valiently against the temptations presented by.

Whatever temptations presented by upper echeloens should look like.

ANYWAY. I happily went and got distracted as always, and took a quiz. And it would seem that I'm a. dundundun.

dundundun.
dundundun.

dundun.


Fox. Ooo, whee, fanfare and all that.

"So, the fox tempers its serious nature with a sardonic sense of humor and engaging playfulness while interacting with its eclectic community"
"Sometimes, however, the fox will view a conversation as a competitive challenge, which proves to be off-putting and annoying to its companions."
"makes it a wonderful conversationalist "
"demand consensus in all decisions, they dominate discussions and steer the plans to reflect their own agenda"

In other words, I'm a really annoying bastard.

But HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY. Can't forget the facts can we?

Oh, and apparently I should be a lawyer or advertiser. Who likes gambling.

...oh dear.

ButthenIsuddenlyrealiseitis12:48andI'mstillnotdonewithhomework.

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AN ADVENTURER IS YOU.

Where is MOUNTAIN?

j-кun ;; says: your blog is digging it's grave..

He has a point there.

Anyway. Just watched Edward Scizzorhands. It was.

OMGWTFFRIKKINAWESOME. IT'S INANELY GOOD. IT'S MADE OF WIN AND MORE WIN.

Go watch it. As soon as possible.
Do not waste this prime cut of beef to sink your teeth into. Or hands. Hur hur hur.

Today was moderately interesting. But askdwqpd I can't think straight one bit - a short nap does not leave me well-rested enough to function at humane levels.

(9:09 AM) hauntho.//... ..: are you so devoid of human emotion. D:
(9:10 AM) hauntho.//... ..: and sanity, at that.

The world is all blurry and polonium! Hail to thee blithe spirits, spears of grass and whatnot.

They hailing to blithe spirits.

Tomorrow is Founder's Day. Which means I need to load new content onto my phone to amuse myself with. Which means that after that there won't really be any nice vacational periods to enjoy after this. Alas, such a bother - there is a sudden urge to fall asleep straight away and wake up in June for the holidays.

(10:33 PM) [ʏ3 [[ pendraval: I declare holy war on Physics and Chemistry.
(12:39 AM) 3N14 {*SINE - 1}: 9000 hobbits over isengard!

I need to find a way to sleep but not go into a state of incoherence in spite of the fact that life is interesting and amusing and thus worth observing, pray tell us why we do this shift key ginko nut? We must seek the parasol, and not the bounded field on the west side of the dark hole, lest you be eaten by a grue. O Captain! My Captain! What big eyes you have!




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DRAMATIC ENDING!

(12:19 AM) 3N14 {*SINE - 1}: like, omg! i was taken by surprise!

To spot a silly thief.

CTRL + C is much dangerous, isn't it?
And CTRL + V for that matter.

Anyway, 'twas a nice and happy day for snoozing, napping, sleeping and general indifference to the corporeal world. Other than the fact that I had drama rehearsals that prevented me from snoozing, napping, sleeping or exhibiting general indifference to the corporeal world, but that's besides the point. The point here is, dun dun dun.

image (c) not me. some jap name goes here.

Not that.

Anyway, what really spoiled the day was the discovery of PLAGIARISM (liek zomg sheitz).

Much thanks to Julian for finding it out for me, I owe you something for that.

But really. I pride originality very, very highly. People who copy and acknowledge, I'm okay with - they can respect work and appreciate it. That's good. People who copy and paste while trying to make it part of their writing, or just copy wholesale with any acknowledgement whatsoever deserve to be hung from heels up whilst having their neck slowly penetrated with a sharp and pointy object. I am not pleased with plagiarists. Especially if the person in question is a person who once held true as trustworthy.

I know who you are and I know what you are doing.

I am not pleased at all.

ANYWAY, I HOPE EVERYBODY SAW THE SNEAKY AND SUBTLE MESSAGE THAT TOTALLY DOES NOT POINT TO THE FACT THAT MY BLOG POSTS AND PARTS OF THEM HAVE BEEN STOLEN BY A CERTAIN MEMBER OF MY SOCIAL CIRCLE THAT I WILL NOT NAME, AS MUCH OF AN UNORIGINAL NITWIT HE IS. =DDDD

YOU DON'T HAVE TO, BUT IF YOU WANT YOU CAN ASK NOT JULIAN OR NOT ME FOR NOT HIS NOT BLOG URL. =DDDD

ANYWAY.

Because my finger on the shift key is tired and I lack the logic to use Caps Lock.

The creative scene here is dying. Dying in a painful, burnout, thrown-to-the-trash type of dying. People used to try to copy the works of famous paintings. They end up hired as replicators by rich fellas. People used to try to copy the lettering and signatures of others. They end up as famous carvers or insert job where minute finger movement is needed. And now people have to resort to copying online, personal, journals to look good. They end up smug and pleased with themselves.

They also end up losing the trust of people who once thought of them as responsible, hard-working friends.

They say that through imitation they are flattering.

I say that that's an utter load of ear wax. Wake up, sunshine! The world's not a happy happy place, you poor naive cretin.

For heaven's sake. You imitate somebody and you violate their personal rights to their work and their effort. You show that you treat their stuff as something to use as your own when the time is suitable. You show that you're willing to take false and unjustified credit for the things others slog out to do. You show that you can't be buggered to put your own brain to the grindstone to let it bleed out your thoughts. You show that you have no thoughts whatsoever. And you show that you don't treasure another person's trust.

Yes, that word I've repeated. Trust. It's all about trust. When you choose to break that sense of personal right by claiming ownership over another person's work - you snap the trust.

This has been a rant. I promise a more light-hearted post in future.

Viva la Revolution!

Viva er lacrk orf lojik, tu!

As you can see I have lost my marbles. Pray tell I will find them by tomorrow.

But we cannot blame the presence of the cheesecake on this; Alas, for the watermelon moves. Let us wallow in screwdriver, for we cannot change the herring of existence - are we mortal men not fools to attempt to take on the potato? It was Mr Green, with the candlestick.

I am losing coherence, asdwelcsdocvmasd. Must find caffeine injection and administer immediately. Oh dear.

Today was interesting, so to speak. We had a half day, that asdwjodjiwda and became a full day. At least drama rehearsals were not toooo boring - I thank the invention of the iced biscuit for this. But energy was pretty much down today; HRP at fault. It's always HRP at fault. HRP. asnmdw. HRP.

And so I went home and ate a slice of month-old pizza. Saved a few bucks, hurrah. Went to the room and started to pump bullets into people, animals and other biological constructs. Proceeded to loathe and gain moxie. I could have been said to have wasted my time.

And Bing baked a CAKE.

Image (c) Okota

Yes! It may be SCARY. But it looks good to eat, actually. Go see his blog for more. Shameless plugging goes here, hoo-ha. But you cannot tell this is a feeble attempt to lengthen the post, for my amazing skills of deception prevent you from see this portion through which my schemes leak.

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LASER IS NOT DIFFICULT.

To perfect procrastination

I provide you a handy guide.

1. Tell people "Soon, soon. Trust meh!".
2. Proceed to forget about it for the next 3 week or more.
3. Remember at the worst time possible (Such as during history revision).
4. Carry out the promise to procrastinate the act of another procedure that is of greater priority.

I need to actually start blogging properly again, since all the CNY hoo-hah has kinda died down. Ah! I feel full of motivation and conviction to spew out pointless irrelevancies that will not benefit society or individuals in anyway whatsoever! Happiness and content is me!

Thus we see the effects of European imperialism on the average Singaporean student, especially in the field of the compromising of sanity.

Back to the topic, or lack thereof.

I shall procrastinate further, I guess. Since there's a history test tomorrow and I still have no idea what peripheral and metropolitan imperialism actually are. Or what Cowie or Cooper or Anderson said. Or if some tribe leader made some pact with some nationalist that led to the fall or some tribe in some village in some part of Africa.

I need Error Carry Forward to get me some marks. Some hope I have.

But alas! We have no dieux ex machina to come down to save our sorry hides. So let us wallow in self-pity and woe and all that, and jump of the building with the rest of the population!

"solleh, dis floor is prime spot, vely crowded liao. go eleven floor jum insted caan?"

Deaf to all but song

Probably due to the fact that I've been working my iPod into oblivion these days.

I need to stop procrastination and stuff to actually get down to doing some of the piles and piles and piles of homework and revision. Woe is me - let me be all dark and gloomy and go jump off a building like a silly bugger!

"Harrh? Block 142, 30th storey ah? Okay, pless the led button and take number, then go line up there"

Anyway.

The Passion talk on Friday was made of bored and phail. Caught a brief 10minute or so nap during the first half an hour, before proceeding to scribble random unrelated notes on the post-it pads they gave out. The lecturers weren't really interesting. We had Fat Man talking about passionate tutoring, Anorexic Girl talking about applying for project grants and Douglas Foo about Sushi and ApexPal. And baking love, which was rather amusing.

I will not speak on the Dialogue session as I harbour no intention to rant.

Sec 1s welcome party was wholly amusing - pretty much made up for the hell we had to sit through earlier (That caused me to miss another EDC meeting.). The speech and presentations were of mild boredom, but the games were.

I lol'd hard.

Whacko was just silly, with people faking names and throwing the rolled up plastic/PVC bag around. The outside games were a case of bad planning that turned out in the favor of the participants - group of us managed to tie Wenhao up and buy drinks from the vending machine. And watch people to physical conditioning.

Kept at that for a while, before heading back in for the party. We ate tortillas, Ba Gua and other junk whilst grooving out to Tokyo Drift, Jump and other songs that drum a repeated hypnotic beat into you. And so after a happy long time, it ended and we taught the Sec 1s how to bond.

Thanks to Terence and Jiachen for crashing, too. :] That was real nice, taking out time like that. AND showing us the finer points of how to party for real.

Reached home late, slept soon after.

Then came today, in which I had a momentary bout of panic under the impression that there was an EDC meeting.

Turned out to be false, no EDC meeting, increased heartbeat was to no avail.

The rest of the day was spent trying my best not to slack off.

But really, there's a bit too much work of late.

Which questions why I'm actually blogging when I should be a happy mugger.

Rally the good men

We're starting a revolution!

And we're going to fail utterly, since the authorities demand it to be so, and anything we say in reply is besides the point and hence not relevant.

It's not going to make you popular. It's not going to make you loved. It's simple logic - shooting down a person's point while making a fool of him does not constitute to boosting school morale. If you want an assembly that is supposed to let us share ideas and contribute to the school,

At least try to make it sound like you've considered the options before stating them to be flawed.

Yes, some are made of fail. Some are really fail. Some are a disgrace to failure. But it just isn't right to mock and make fun of them right in the face of their peers. Oh, perhaps it's all one great big joke to grin and yodel at. Hah hah hah - Am I laughing right? 'cos I think you're trying to be funny.

Watching some poor sod suffer for no apparent reason isn't entertainment. It's human ego running its path - reserve this for the silly reality TV shows, thank you very much.

(Actors don't count. They get paid to wallow in misery and publicity.)

This isn't a rant. It is constructive and happy feedback by a constructive and happy student.

And now, shifting onto the usual, crack-induced me -

I have utterly given up on math homework. This field is best left to be dominated by the Julians and Dereks of the world. Not for the personifications of the lack of logical reasoning - like me.

But overall, this has been a pretty GOOD DAY. But GOOD DAY was spoilt by bad assembly, which shall be cast aside and utterly ignored, ho-hum.

Math was wasted on trying to unblock the program we were supposed to use, so naturally, being active, multitasking students, we went and read our online lessons over and over while browsing miscellaneous sites of leisure pursuit in the name of fun, joy and laughter. History was quite funny, Mr Docherty was in a GOOD MOOD today, adding on to the GOOD DAY. Though he smells like a furniture store, somehow. The Ikea-ish sorta essence.

Then school ended, and Bing came over to my place to complete the Lit presentation. It was GOOD DISCIPLINE since we actually kept to task. Though the 40 minutes or so after we were done was spent on de_dust2 and the clever use of Krieg.

Following which I realised there was still homework, which put quite an indentation on GOOD DAY. But, hey! It was math which I wouldn't be able to solve regardless. So GOOD RIDDANCE to homework.

And then, GOOD GOSH, it dawned on me that it was 1 in the morning.

Sliding

Of into sleep for 5 hours in the afternoon is a bad, bad thing.

Considering I've homework to actually get done after procrastination, even worse.

Such a mortal fool! This shell of a human can no longer stand up to the beck and call of society, pushed into a cage of self-induced depression by the wanton locks and grips of essay-writing! What level has our world degenerated to. requiring such extremes measures to increase word count on online diaries!

Mr Docherty could do with giving us less work. And bringing his bagpipes to school. And his banjo. And the various other instruments he probably carries in his left pocket. Would be nice if he loosened up a bit during lessons - him laughing makes much more interesting a history lesson. Reduces the need to sneak in snacks and various confections to perk ourselves up.

On the subject of confections.

My Sis baked yesterday.

Oh gods, poor oven.

Admittedly it wasn't that bad. Sure, the top was burnt. Sure, the taste was nonexistent. Sure, dark chocolate isn't a good ingredient. But still - it actually looked like a muffin and not the charcoal lumps I expected to exit the oven in a flurry of flames, fingers and utter hilarity.

Have some hilarity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tin6NJqQQsM

Anyway, since I've stepped on the path of no return by augmenting this post with a link, might as well go further. Took a Enneagram personality test - http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/test.php

Which reveals that I am, in fact, a.

Type 6 - The Loyalist
Conflicted between trust and distrust

• "also robs the Six of much needed peace of mind"
• "and restless imaginings of everything that might go wrong."
• "Sixes don't trust easily; they are often ambivalent about others, until the person has absolutely proven herself, at which point they are likely to respond with steadfast loyalty"

I sound like some sort of insane, schizophrenic semi-human breed.

And speaking of breeds - yes, definitely elven, you.

All that drama

From all that haywire insanity floating around.

I'm drained, rather much. After today's madcap events, monotone to the untrained eye, hilarious to seasoned members of 3N'07.

Which brings to mind the process behind training an eye. Like, Pavlov-style? Woof-woof, good dog, now bite the hemlock.

DRAMATIC INTRODUCTION.

Woke up pretty early, before heading out to Orchard. Met up with Bert and Zach to contemplate jaywalking and existentialism in Wheellock place, before proceeding down the the MOE branch at Grange Road. A happy walk all the way down while watching the two afore-mentioned slap the stuffing out of each other while throwing some theories around.

Ah! The passion and vigor of psychological discourse!

We made it there in one piece, surprisingly.

Entered the seminar room, and sat down. Proceeded to discuss irrelevant topics whilst fiddling with handphones.

Then the actual presentation started, and wow, were we nervous and afraid and other pre-event cliche rubbish you insincerely write on blogs lengthen the post length!

So the first team went up to present on a topic I could not bother to remember, following which it came to our turn and we got up and.

DRAMATIC CLIMAX.

Walked over to the computer and opened our powerpoint, commencing presentation.

Speed was off, we nearly didn't make it in time. Content was pretty well covered, explains the speed bit. Remove all photographs of people from slides in future.

Anyway, we made it through the presentation, and the QnA was fine. Went back to our seats to slack for the rest of the session, trying our best to actually act like interested individuals who did not feel that the event was getting more and more boring as the seconds flew by.

Then the thing was over, and we left to room to discuss a bit and watch a chicken eat porridge. And of course, to formulate a plan to get our lazy bums to back to Orchard MRT.

We had, in supplies -
- 1 Car
- 3 Umbrellas
- 8 people

So three of us ended up walking back to Wheellock while the rest took a quick scoot into the car.

Though I kinda enjoyed the walk back. Considering how much we fooled around and made a public nuisance of ourselves. And we got there before the car - don't buy Toyota.

Wandered around, had lunch, then went to Bugis Street.

Which is crowded. Very crowded. Sardines have it easy.

We walked around the place like a bunch of lost sheep stuck in a frying pan. Similar hot and sticky phenomena. General pacing has its wonders, though. After a mere 3 hours or more, Zach actually bought the bag we had saw a long long long long long long long long time back! And Bing got a shirt all of a sudden.

I bought apple juice.

I am a sad, sad person.

So we amused ourselves a bit more by getting lost, before heading back to the MRT station. Hurrah and all that, we made it without being turned to pate by the omnipresent masses of people. And I went home.

DRAMATIC CONCLUSION. SUCH A TWIST IN THE PLOT.

The Herald

Of disaster is a face of death.

Gosh, Mr Lee sure looked deathly today.

Thus you can conclude my math test was a disaster.

Careless, careless, tsk tsk. As always, really. I'm not the meticulous, let's-count-the-numbers type, nor the genius, let's-answer-the-questions-asleep type. So I got what I expected, really. Nothing too devastating to gasp and clench and emo over.

That's for the chinese test.

But let us throw aside such taints and blemishes to look upon the brighter side of life! O, the sunflowers and meadows and other flammable stuff!


MPP critique/presentation tomorrow. Oh bugger.

Hours

Trickle by fast when you've a math test the next day. Faster when failing is certain.

It would be nice to manipulate time - you know, like.

Image copyright HOLE OF YAGO

That. Then I'll be able to comprehend all that simplification or expansion rubbish while being able to get enough sleep. Or squeeze in a bit of gaming.

But, alas! The woes of Sec 3 life in Hwachong. We need to adapt and change and whatnot, or so says the upper echelons of school hierarchy, in the name of Darwin and his fat lumps of turtle. Which happen to live nice and long lives, unlike us pitiful fools who suffer mortality whilst having to spend it on learning how to add numbers to get.

-drumroll-

BIGGER NUMBERS!

Like wow the utter comprehension! Enlightenment hath dawneth!

It's not like I utterly hate math.

I like a nice, simple problem that can be calculated and simplified easily. Not one of those malicious monstrosities that scream to be smeared with excesses of liquid paper. Sure, they exercise the mind and train logic and et cetera - but they're a pain in the nether regions to solve.

This means I'll need some medication in preparation for tomorrow.

But blazes! Dingbat! Echinococcus! I shall face up to the challenge!

And sleep.

Fatality

Has been observed in the form of yours truly encountering death by completing the square.

I lack a head for math and logic, and do not see the point in turning an equation into

a(h-x)^2 + c

or whatever the bugger is.

But then again, the world's pretty much a numbers game nowadays, so let's make a simple conclusion - "Yegods, I'm screwed.". Which pretty much applies, considering my lack of aptitude for anything mathematical in nature. Including physics. Don't get me started on physics. Memory work and equations constitute utter damnation for this numerophobic soul.

Heylookit'saideologism.

I should be doing math, but I, being a numerophobic soul heylookit'saideologism have decided to instead write to Mentor and blog about something utterly relevant, I swear, to my homework. But the arts and math just so do not go together.

"Romeo, O Romeo, wherefore art thy 3.1415926535."

To which Romeo gushes forth in a emotional recital of formulae.

I shall return to amusing myself with solving another pointless equation.

There is an utter blank

On this blog. Oh, the woe and other emo whatnot.

It is mighty horrible to find out that good ole' HTML has been kicked out by XML. Which is quite a spot of bother, especially when you've just spent ages coding a skin from near scratch, only to find that break-row now needs a separate tag to close it. But such a drastic problem must surely require utter depth to cover, not breath - so let me give you an analogy.

You have a zoo. But you tell me that got no animal in the zoo, lol. But, you see, the animal is not there because the animal is there. I ask you, what heck? There is a zoo, there must be animals, or at least signs of them. But you say that no, only snakes. That are endangered, and hence are on the road sides. I go Wut and the button makes a sound. The guys at the top laugh at you and say that zoos have depth, and listing is bad for health. Then I say that Star Wars is of utter importance, and you silently contemplate along with me, while everyone stands up to cheer for the camera.

At 1.15, your mind works slower.

I wonder, really, why people even bother to keep blogs, if all posts are like this.

Blogger's new drag and drop function is useful.

I drank coffee earlier. With a lot of milk.

However illegal the raid had been, this telegram was a diplomatic blunder.

As you can see I'm desperately trying to prolong this post.

I don't like blogging about controversial issues, such as inter-school relationships being torn apart by competitions aimed to gain money from commercials and sponsors, though the host was entertaining. I can't tell you that I don't like reality TV, which monopolizes on people's suffering to gain viewer-ship from issues like racism, bias, and mud-slinging.

After all, I'm a politically apathetic youth. I may get sued.