Fantasticus Forus!

[Quote of the post] Most comics make jokes to defend themselves against what they see as a hostile and inhumane world... often a deeply felt rage. -Samuel S. Janus
[Song of the post] First of May - Bee Gees

EDIT: 21 November 2005
I recently joined Quizzilla, and checked out their Horoscope chart. So... check out how your sign is compatible to mine! Are you a:
Aquarius Aries Cancer Capricorn Gemini Leo Libra Pisces Sagittarius Scorpio Taurus Virgo
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This was orginally supposed to be a meme, but I'm gonna add some stuff first. Watched Fantastic Four yesterday, and it was okay, not much fighting, but Dr. Doom doesn't have powers...

And I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today. It was another okay show, the effects were good but they cut a lot from the book. I guess it's one thing to watch a movie first then read the book (my case for the Lord of the Rings trilogy) and read a book then watch the movie (Harry Potter series). Looking forward to Narnia when it comes out. =)
And Emma Watson / Hermione is pretty. ^-^
Now for the meme. I still think it should be pronounced meem, and not me-me, because it makes it sound like a girl's name. No offence to anyone named Mimi out there, but that's how I feel, and meem sounds more authentic and French. Aaanyway...

1. Name: Uncle Edna. Of course that's not my real name, but you think I'm gonna tell the world right here right now? From clues all over this blog you can probably piece together what my name is...
2. Single or taken: Single, thank goodness.
3. Sex: Male.
4. Birthday: 14 March, day before Brutus stabbed Ceasar.
5. Siblings: One younger brother.
6. Hair color: Black. But you never know; I'm colour-blind.
7. Eye color: Black, too, I think... >_>
8. Shoe size: Ginormous. I can't remember, because British and U.S. sizes are confusing.
9. Height: 175cm and still shorter than Josh. >_< s p e c i f i c s
1. Do you do drugs?: Endorphin is a drug, but my body produces it naturally.
2. What kind of shampoo do you use?: The liquid type.
3. What are you most scared of?: It would sound really weird to say, "Fear", but... I guess... loneliness? Rejection? Death?
4. Who is the last person that called you?: Huaz
5. Where do you want to get married?: Beside my wife.
6. How many buddies are online right now?: 16.
7. What would you change about yourself?: I dunno; ask my friends, they'll probably not tell you.
F a v o r i t e (s)
1. Colour: I love all the colours, but the ones I love the most are orange and blue.
2. Food: Well, I eat almost anything if I have to.
3. Boys' names: Kevin! I have to agree with Kev on this one. XD
4. Girls' names: I dunno. Something that isn't too hard to pronounce?
5. Subjects in school?: Probably math. Although what I would want to study will never be taught in any school anywhere.
6. Animals: Cats! And some dogs are cute too. And dolphins, can't forget dolphins!
7. Sports: I'm more an intellectual person. >_> But I guess badminton, and swimming.
H a v e y o u e v e r ?
1. Given anyone a bath?: Myself. Does that count?
2. Smoked?: I lit a barbeque once. Or twice. But a cigarette? Phooey! Smoking is bad.
3. Bungee jumped?: Nope. Not... yet...
4. Made yourself throw up?: Once, when I was feeling unwell. I threw up into my toilet. It was... sick. XD
5. Skinny dipped?: In a bathtub. Does that count? In a swimming pool, no.
6. Ever been in love?: Wouldn't you like to know?
7. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: Maybe when I was a baby. But I didn't know what I was doing back then, so... I don't think so. Just cried at the futility of the world and stuff.
8. Eaten a lemon in its entirety?: Not yet. I'm working on it.
9. Run away from home?: Sigh... no.
10. Cried when someone died?: Not really. My grandmother passed away when I was 10, and I was too immature then. >_<>over my best friend, noe that's a different story.
13. Been rejected?: Not by girls. But there have been times where I felt rejected, yeah.
14. Rejected someone?: No, hopefully not.
15. Used someone?: Maybe. I can't remember.
16. Done something you regret?: If I had a grain of sand for each thing I did and regretted I would have enough sand to fill an hourglass. If I had a grain of sand for each thing I didn't do and regretted it later, I'd have enough sand to fill a desert.
C u r r e n t
Clothes: Singlet and shorts. What I usually wear around the house.
Music: Eagles. I don't have such a collection my friends have.
Make-up: None, thank goodness.
Annoyance: Life.
Smell: Apple. I'm munching one.
Favourite Group: Don't have one. I'm a music lover, not an artiste-lover.
Desktop Picture: Azul.
Book you're reading: Malgudi Days. And I have to say, its pretty darn interesting.
Colour of Toenails: Normal.
L a s t p e r s o n
You touched: Myself? Not in the places you'd be thinking of, mind you. >_< A r e y o u ?
Open-minded: I hope I am.
Arrogant: Nah. I'm modest. I'm probably the most modest person in the world! Seriously, no.
Insecure: I dunno.
Random: Waffles!
Hungry: I am munching an apple right now, y'know.
Moody: Ohoho! Well, yes, of course!
Organized: In some things.
Difficult: My parents would probably think so. My friends don't say anything on this matter.
Attractive: I don't know; I hope so.
R A N D O M
In the morning I am: Sleepy. The past few days, I've been asleep, because I usually wake up in the afternoon.
Love is: Something I would like to feel. Right now.
I dream about: I don't dream. If I do dream, I can't remember any of them. I sleep like a log.
O p p o s i t e s e x
What do you notice first: Looks, duh. Animal instincts tell you that much.
Makes you laugh the most: I don't laugh at the opposite sex. Not much anyway.
Makes you smile: Jokes. Or a plot twist. Something unexpected.
D o y o u e v e r
Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: Yup.
Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Nope.
Wish you were younger: I wish I could stay at this age forever.
Cried because someone said something to you?: I think that was because nobody said anything to me, but that's not important right now.
N u m b e r
Of times I have had my heart broken: Many times. But not from members of the opposite sex. Mostly small trivial things which I see as big humongous things.
Of hearts I have broken: I dunno. Maybe one. I hope I didn't mean it.
Of guys I've kissed: My dad.
Of girls I've kissed: My mum.
Of continents I have lived in: Singapore!
Of CDs I own: None. They belong to my parents.
F i n a l Q u e s t i o n s
1. Do you like filling these out?: Why not? If not my blog will be dead.
2. Gold or silver?: Gold, because it looks nicer.
3. What was the last movie you watched?: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. And it was cool.
4. Favourite cartoon/anime?: I like lots of stuff. Danny Phantom, Justice League Unlimited, X-Men Evolution... seems to me lots of superhero stuff.
5. What did you have for breakfast this morning?: Garlic bread.
6. Who would you love being locked in a room with?: A locksmith. Uh, a bunch of friends, maybe. 7. Could you live without your computer?: Nope. All my important stuff is on this thing! And so is my connection with the outside world!
8. Would you colour your hair?: For a performance, like OM. That was cool! But for normal everyday life, I don't really have much hair to colour. XD
9. Could you ever get off the computer?: Yes, reluctantly.
10. Habla espanol?: Se. A leettel beet, senior.
11. How many people are on your buddy list?: 56. I'm not as well connected as my friends.
12. Drink Alcohol?: Nope, but I tried a bit once. It was chocolate with a core of Russian vodka, and it was not too bad.
13. Your name spelled backwards?: Ande. Ande Elcnu.
14. Where were your parents born?: Singapore!
15. Have you ever moved?: I have been moving since I was born. But moved house, yeah, twice. Well, the first was to a service apartment, so I don't know whether that counts.
16. What's your favourite place to go?: My imagination.
17. Is your bed is a Single, Double, Queen or King?: I don't know, but it's soft and fluffy and cool after it rains.
18. What's your favourite sport to play?: I'm more an intellectual. But I'll give anything a try.
19. How many kids do you want?: That, depends on my wife.
20. Type of music you dislike most?: Screechy music, where the guy's voice goes way above that of an opera singer's.
21. Colour of your school bag?: Orange/black.
22. Do you have cable?: Yup.
23. Favourite 80's song?: The Bee Gees are good, and the Eagles are good too.
24. Ever prank called anybody?: Not really.
25. Ever get a parking ticket?: Once, after that chocolate-vodka thing. XD Lol, never.
26. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?: Why not? It's fun!
27. Furthest place you have ever been?: My imagination can take me anywhere; problem is, I don't want to come back.
28. Ever bowl a 300?: Not yet.
29. What's your favourite comic strip?: I don't have a favourite... Foxtrot, maybe.
30. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?: Yeah. I would like to repeat it for you, but OH look at the time.
31. Bath or Shower?: I don't mind either, but I'll shower more then waste water in a tub.
32. Best movie you've seen in the past month?: I can't decide between Sky High and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Narnia looks set to change that, though.
33. Favourite pizza topping?: Cheese! And lots of it.
34. Beer or ale?: Vodka. XD
35. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?: That would be disgusting.
36. Do you eat skin on chicken?: If it's crispy enough.
37. Apple or orange juice?: Either's fine.
38. Favourite type of chocolate bar?: A big one.
39. Your favourite fruit?: I eat almost any fruit.
40. Your favourite vegetable?: Brocolli.
41. Have you ever won a trophy?: A couple of times, yeah.
42. Are you a good cook?: Cooking up ideas, schemes, plots, yeah, but food? XP
43. Do you know how to pump your own gas?: Not yet.
44. Bought something from an infomercial?: Nope.
45. Is Oprah annoying or great?: I dunno. Ask her that, why dontcha?
46. Ever flex in front of a mirror?: Nothing to flex. >_<
47. Ever throw up in public?: Not yet.
48. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love?: Find true love! (Of course, both would be nice!)
49. Do you believe in love at first sight?: Not anymore.
50. Ever call a 1-900 number?: Nope.
51. Ever been stood up for a date?: Nope.
52. Biggest turn off of the opposite sex?: A bad attitude.
53. Ever been cheated on?: Not yet.
54. What are the names of all your pets dead and/or alive?: Never had any pets, although I would like a furry companion!
55. Can ex's be friends?: Why not? Unless s/he's out to kill you, then run for your life.

Quizzical

[Quote of the post] A pun is a short quip followed by a long groan. -Anonymous.
[Song of the post] Desperado - The Eagles

EDIT: 21 November 2005

Your Birthdate: March 14

You work well with others. That is, you're good at getting them to do work for you. It's true that you get by on your charm. But so what? You make people happy! You're dynamic, clever, and funny. And people like to have you around. But you're so restless, they better not expect you to stay around for long. Your strength: Your superstar charisma Your weakness: Commitment means nothing to you Your power color: Fuchsia Your power symbol: Diamond Your power month: May

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

EDIT: 19 November 2005 (I'm doing this to save posts.)


You are Carbuncle! Rather than attacking, you help protect party members from taking damage. You're always there when you're needed, and you're a cutie to boot.


What Final Fantasy summon are you?
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That... was... weird... but Carbuncle is cool! ^-^


The Vivomancer


What type of magic do you wield? (8 results + pics)
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Hmmm... vivomancy... never heard that before. Sounds cool, though. =D


Angel
The angels seem to be most attracted to you because
of your helpful and caring personality. Also,
for the fact that you're not just a
good-looking rock. You have brains, which is
good for your future, and you try to plan
ahead. You might be seen as a do gooder, but
when the need arises, you can be quite
protective, and fiery. Congrats!


What is Following you around. (Now for the boys!!!)
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Cool, I've got an angel following me around? *Looks over shoulder* I don't see it...


Ariel


Which DISNEY character are you most like?
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Okay, this was a bit unexpected.


Grape


Which FRUIT are you?
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I'm a grape? Why? I don't ever wine...


ELF

You are an elf. An elf is like a human but much fairer and pure. Elves are usually tall, with pointed ears, and resemble humans very closely, but elves are usually much
more beautiful. Elves are a distant race. They prefer to keep to themselves, because often, many of them feel that their race is superior to humans. Elves symbolize wisdom, prudence, love, and hope. They are very merry and happy. They are forever young and delight in music. They are natural artists as well.


Which mythical creature resides in your soul? (11 Results + Pictures)
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An elf. How interesting. XP


You are blessed with the gift of tongues. You are an extremely friendly person to be around with, and it's hard to ever hate you. You seem to make friends with everyone you meet. People are attreacted to your charm, and can't help but feel comfortable around you. This also goes for the animals, who seem to understand your language as well as you can understand thiers. Whenever there is a language barrier blocking
your way, you break it down with ease. You know how to communicate with those who can't speak your language, and in no time make a quick friend. Man are you happy-go-lucky!


Everyone has a secret ability. What is yours? (7 answers with pics)
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Lol, this matches me more, I think XD


99% evil, You have never done anything nice, if you ruled the world, have every one in the world be your slave. You would be just fine. I guess your pet would be a shark (Yay loves sharks).

How Evil Are You?(with great pics!)
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Okay, this quiz was biased. You can check it out yourself. I am SO not evil. Am I? BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Oops that slipped out. ;)

Like a Good Boey

[Quote of the post] Attack life, it's going to kill you anyway. -Steven Coallier
[Song of the post] The Man with the Machine Gun - Final Fantasy VIII

Whee... Class party was yesterday, organised by - believe it or not - Boey Yang. OMG. (You can scream in shock now. It's okay, we'll wait.)

Welcome back. Seriously, Boey isn't that bad. I think he's improving (Yay!), which is a good thing. Whee!

Anyway, it was quite free-and-easy in Boey's condo's function room... played a bit of pool first, then went to his funky adventure park thing... but the guard chased us away because he said we were too big. And the sign says, "Recommended for children aged 12 and above." >_>

Anyway, after that it was back to the function room where Bryan challenged me to TNN TCG and whooped me with the Naphtalian deck. I desperately need to make more generic cards for Dr- I mean, the other one.

Then after that it was the barbeque! (I insist on spelling this out because if I don't I'll forget it somehow. >_>) Anyway, Darrell got over-excited with the charcoal and the firestarters and made little piles all over the place so we had small areas of heat in which to cook stuff. It took one and a half hours to cook each chicken wing. We only cooked three. The other two were not very cooked and the rest we didn't dare try XD.

Yeah, and Herrick bought the Chocolate Sauce! (Which I forgot to take home. X_X) I tell you chocolate goes well with EVERYTHING. (Oh yeah, everyone loved the $20 cheese sausages I brought! Yay! [But they were **** to cook, I can tell you X_X]) And so from 5 we barbequed until nine. Four hours on the stove! If Edna can cook, so can you!

Yeah, then Kwong tried to force-feed me a bit of warm brownie with chocolate sauce. (Hua's brownies are EXCELLENT. His mom gets my "Best Baker of the Year" vote for sure.) Yeah, and he was so serious that he said, "If you don't eat it then you're not my friend anymore... *pouty face*" It was very comical, but I absolutely refuse to take other people's food while they're having a good time. So there. XP

So everybody went to watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today except for me 'cos my mom wants me to watch it with her and my brother because she thinks I'm not spending enough time with my family and we're probably not going to watch it until the DVD extended version comes out at half-price or something. *Sigh*

Yeah, so there it is! And I've got emceeing in two days and I can't get a blazer from anywhere. (Gid, if you're reading this in the States, send you blazers back by express mail pronto because according to Zhang you've got three. >_>)

See ya soon!

Oh yeah, and something from Mike's blog (please post this in comments and not on the tagboard.)

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger, weaker, or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your live journal and see what I say about you?

I never Metagame I didn't like.

[Quote of the post] Expecting life to treat you well because you are a good person is like expecting an angry bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian. - Shari R. Barr
[Song of the post] X-Men Evolution Theme

[This next section is adapted from the Oracle Twins from American Dragon: Jake Long]

"I know them! One of them sees the good stuff that will happen in the future, and the other only sees the bad!"

...

The good news is, I've gone for my ear checkup and got medication.

The bad news is, the problem's in my inner ear! So since the doctor has no idea what's wrong because he can't see into my inner ear, he's given me five types of medicine to cure every single possible cause! Yay! And since he can only deduce what's wrong, he's asked me to go back next wekk for another checkup! Oh, and did I mention that if I don't improve I may have to go for 10 to 15 Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy sessions at $260 each! Whee!

...

"I don't get it! You only see the good stuff, so your life should be full of buttercups and sunshine, but you're still so gloomy all the time! And you always see the bad stuff, but you're always so happy? Why?"

"When you see all the happy things, nothing's extraordinary anymore. It takes the surprise out of life."

"Whereas if you only see the terrible things, every bit of good news is like a miracle! Yay!"

[/oracletwins]
[Okay, sorry for the misquoting, but at least I'm free from copyright infringement.]

Yeah, well, O got my checkup today, and yeah, it was terrigible. (Thank you Kwong for teaching me that word. It's so cool!) Yeah, my appointment was at 9:40am, and I waited until 10:40am. So, after a bried check, another long wait before my audio test. Then, "Come back at 1.30 for your results." Sigh... It's only 11.30am... and I didn't bring a book. >_<

So, after two hours of boredom and lunch, went back, waited another half-hour to see him again for ten minutes. Then I got my prescription and went to wait at the pharmacist for twenty minutes. After that they didn't have one of the medicines so we had to travel to another pharmacist and waited another twenty minutes for that one. I once read somewhere that we spend ten years of our life just waiting....

Yeah, about the Metagame thing. The title's from one of the Vs. System articles about the Vs. metagame. The metagame is the gameplay environment, with new cards with new effects affecting the metagame. So, I was thinking, isn't life one big metagame? Coping with different situations and strategies as they appear over time. Life is also constantly changing, shifting its players from one comfort zone to another. Yeah, well, metagame is copyright UpperDeck Entertainment and stuff.

Sorry to anyone out there with a worse disease than me and feels offended. It's just that I'm not used to stuff like this. May you get better with each passing day.

Death / Life

[Quote of the post] cynic (n.) disappointed idealism.
[Song of the post] I Started a Joke - Bee Gees

Yeah, well, the title is one of those word pictures... I know there's a real name for them, but I can't remember what it is... yeah, well, it's "Life after Death"...

[Song of the post]
I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.

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Yeah, well, I'd been thinking, what would I be in ten years time? Twenty? Fourty? Would my friends still remember me? Would I remember them? What's my aim in life?

Currently my aim in life is to make everybody happy, but I realise that I can't do that. At least touch the lives of those around me? I could try. Or maybe I could aim for being the best person I can be?

Someone from somewhere once said that the best way to judge a man is to listen to what they say at his funeral. Well, what would happen if I wasn't alive tomorrow? (*Touch wood, I hope it doesn't happen...*) What would my friends say? What would my family say? What would anyone who knew knows me say? (Must remember - I'm not dead yet. Use the present tense.) I don't think it would be very good. I don't think I'm the very best person I can be just yet.

Another thing I'm worrying about: what's my job gonna be? Ms. Yvonne Lim (major subject of bloggers lately) said that "you should get a job that sevrves the community". So, what if you want a job that follows your passion? Or you get a job that totally sucks with a lousy boss and obnoxious co-workers? What then?

Oh, and the song. Well, something more near-future. Singapore's been cracking down on bloggers, and the school as well (as in, the school's been cracking down on bloggers, not Singapore's been cracking down on schools as well >_<). Well, so, what would happen if TNN was found out? Yeah, I know some other authors say they're writing TNN as well, and they'll back me up or at least they're in the same sinking boat, but... will that really help?

*Sigh* I dunno what's come over me lately. Ah well. Goodnight.

Blown Sky High

[Quote of the post] prayer (n.) a little message sent to God, sent at night to get the cheaper rate.
[Song of the post] Money Song - Monty Python

Today was Shaun-slash-Michael's birthday celebration. Whee!

First, to Plaza Singapura where we had a Swensens Lunch. That Catfish Baked Rice only have three pieces of catfish (Hua's had four, not fair!) and the rest was clams and prawns. Something's fishy about the dish.

Then we went to watch TNN: The Movie Sky High! It was incredible! Woot! The action sequence was super, but the powers were a little strange. And, with every superhero movie there is always a supervillain monologue. *Sigh* Can't they come up with a plot where the supervillain doesn't have to monologue? Ah well...

They it was up, up and away! to Mike's house for the birthday celebration. We took an MRT to Yio Chu Kang, two buses and walked before we reached Mike's house. It took one hour and fifteen minutes. Bleh. Anyway...

At Mike's house, we started with birthday pizza (without candles. Can you believe it? What is the world coming to?). Yeah, then, we had an impromtu treasure hunt, when we hid all Mike's and Shaun's presents around his living room, and they had to find it in seven minutes or else, for every present they couldn't find, they had one more ingredient added to their Forfeit Cocktail. The final result was: 11 presents undiscovered, with the drink becoming full of chilli, pepper, a piece of pizza, soya sauce, F&N Orange drink and 100 Plus. Mike and Shaun both drank it with straight faces, although they did down a lot of water afterwards.

Then after that, Mr. Poon did some funky game which you're not supposed to guess the number, and if you did you had to take a teaspoon of the concoction. Mike got it the first time, and when he was the gamemaster, chose a number and chose me to go first. And, dang! I just had to choose 42... XD Well, the drink wasn't very bad, just very peppery... >_< CENSORED and say "I love you." Lol! (Names concealed to protect identity.)

Yeah, well, it's over, and I'm home again. Yeah, and I wish Sky High was longer. Or at least real. But that won't happen in a long while. *sigh*

Concealed-Optional

[Quote of the post] adolescence (n.) the period when a child is too old to say something cute and too young to say something mature.
[Song of the post] Reflections - Mulan

In case you're wondering, the title is a keyword taken from Vs. System. Yes, it has something to do with the post, don't worry. In unimportant, unrelated news, the JLA set has just been released! Yay!

No, on to more serious matters. I went to Daniel's house today - not the subject of this post, but slightly more important that the JLA thing. There, Kwong and Zhang told me about this confusing plot between Gid and Michael, and with them as the "stuck in-betweens".

Hang on... I have just received news that everything's sorted out already! (Seriously, it's now 9:35 and Kwong just told me everything's sorted out.) But I guess I'll blog about it anyway.

Let's see... *takes deep breath* Gid invited Zhang and Kwong to go choral night on Wed and told them not to tell Mike but then Mike invited the same duo to go on Wed as well and since they couldn't tell Mike they made up some cover-up story but then Gid found out that Mike was going on Wed and made another arrangement to go with the duo on Mon and this time made sure Michael didn't know and so they went yesterday and this afternoon they were feeling very bad since Mike called them yesterday and kept ranting on about how he felt left out and stuff and that he found out from Demel that they were going on Wed without telling him and so he got really angry and called Zhang and Kwong but oops I already said that hee hee now where was I ah yes so now they feel really bad about the wholethingandI'mrunningouttabreathso... *BREATHES*

So anyway. Two things.

Firstly, the sense of "not belonging" of Michael. Yeah, everybody gets it from time to time. It's just that teenagers get it more than others because:
a) they're not mature enough to brush it aside
b) they need companionship

It's true. I get it sometimes. Who'm I kidding; I get it a lot. Everybody wants to belong. It's just that, selfish human nature acknowledges when you need to belong and you're not, but when you already belong, you forget about other's and their "need to belong" feelings.
I mean, talking about Choral Night in front of a person who hasn't been invited (and now that he's been invited but probably can't go)... just goes to show, y'know? Sorry, but that's how I feel.

Now onto the second topic: Person A's deep hatred for Person B (names have been conceals to protect identity). Person A's complete loathing of Person B does not help matters among their friends. Next year, they will be in the same class. What if they have to work together? Avoid each other? What if, when they grow up, they're hired by the same company, and have to work together? Avoid each other? You have to work with people you don't like; in life, they don't give you the people you want to work with.

Yeah, so that's it for today's Life with Uncle Edna. Join us again next week when we tackle the issue of toilet seats.

Trick or Treat!

[Quote of the post] sarcasm (n.) striking while the irony is hot.
[Song of the post] Real and Scary - Fairly Odd Parents

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha! Come closer, my pretties! My black cat screen won't bite you!

Ahaaa! Don't you think it's really baaad thaaat nobody celebraaates Haaalloween in Singapore? It really saaahks your blaaahd!

Oooooh! Beeefoooooreeee Iiii foooorgeeet! Haaaaappy birthdaaaaay Juzzieeeeee!

Uh! Aaarrh! Uuuuhhhh! *in deep grunty voice*

OKAY now to more serious matters (and less stupid monster impressions).

It's sad Halloween isn't celebrated in Singapore. Halloween is a time for disguises and masks, and you get to do stuff you're not allowed to do anytime else (like asking strangers for candy). Carving Jack-O-Lanterns, bobbing for apples... being a Western custom, it stays in the West. *sigh*

Nothing much to blog about today... PSL training looks quite fun *more fun than prefect camp anyway*.... Henry got a tape stuck in the extractor... It's Juzzie's bitrthday... It's also my dad's... It's Jerrold's birthday tomorrow *Happy birthday in advance*... nobody's commented on my last post yet... Yeah, well, like Herrick said, with freedom comes boredom, and once boredom sets in, it can't be killed. Even on Halloween.

Awards of Appreciation

[Quote of the post]
And all my class
Naphtalians forever
Didn't think three feet would seem so far - My Class - Parody
[Song of the post] My Class - Parody

Well, that's all folks. The final curtain has been drawn. That's all she wrote. It's the beginning of the end. There ain't nothing left. Zilch. Nada. We're done. Finished.

The last day of school has come and gone by, and it's like the shifting of the tables to our new classes signed the death warrant. There's no going back. Nothing short of inventing a time-travelling machine can ever take us back to the way things were.

Today was another one of those best days of my life. We had a final memorial service for 2.12 Naphtali, and as Herrick put it (I was never a one for speeches - and quoting), "When it boils down to it, it's us which make this class special." I couldn't have said it better myself. (Oh yeah and we all sang my parody and the feeling was great and everything and I can't believe everyone would be singing and I felt so touched... =) ) So I guess the basic thing to do now is to thank everyone in 2.12 Naphtali for being in 2.12 Naphtali! As with all cases, we start the beginning with...

Ang Seng Wei. You have been a great friend and spreader of lame jokes. (Whoo! Lameness!) You may be small but you don't mind people joking about your height, which is good, 'cos you need to laugh about yourself sometimes. (I do it all the time, like now! Haha!) You've been someone I can talk to, and you also turn to me when you need help. Thanks. And this morning, when you said the song made you cry; I don't know whether you were joking or not, but I felt this powerful feeling of emotion and knew that you were a true friend and Naphtalian. =)

Boey Yang. You're not as bad as some people think you are. Playing Monopoly with Team Slack that day made me realise that. Perhaps it shows more with your inner circle of friends. Anyways, it has been really enjoyable with you in 2.12 (especially being the target of many jokes XD).

Peter Chan. Heh. You're closer to Team Slack than to me, but that doesn't say much. I've valued your advice as well as your humour, and it's really hard to lose such a friend. I'll miss you. =(

Yong Jun. You're the first scholar I've come to know and love, and even though your English may not be very good, your good humour still shines through. And thanks for all those funky emails! Yeah! But next time, don't send me those Malay ones... I can't read Malay. XD

Job Chong. As the most valued technical and practical member of the OM team, you deserve ample recognition. We may not have been very close, but you're still good for a laugh, anytime, anywhere. The bling is strong in you, young one. XD

Hsieh Wen. As far as good friends go, you're great. I appreciate the daily fuzzies and the Chinese help. You're a great friend I wouldn't want to lose. =)

Zhang Quan. Lol, we have much in common this year. Prefect Selection Camp, MPac, and lots of other stuff that I can't quite remember. If it wasn't for you, our class party wouldn't have happened, and I thank you for your wonderful organization skills. You're always happy, and seems to influence people around you, including me. Yay! =D

Henry Liu. I have to say, you're one of my greatest friends. Although you're continouosly stressed by your various and numerous commitments, you still strive on. Everything I've done with you: OM, Prefects, ISO; we worked well together. You've changed 2.12 a lot, and it's very sad we're parting. You shall always be my friend. =)

Isaac Lim. H'oh no! Your "deafness" provides a certain comic relief in class that I really appreciate. Thanks for all those de-stressing hugs, Snakey Lem and "A little to hard knock on the head, eh?" XD Your creativity in OM was invaluable, and your singing roXx0rz! It's gonna be darn hard to forget you, I swear, even if I tried. XP

Jarrel Seah. Thanks for all those daily phone calls about homework. Thanks for helping me in math. Thanks for your superspeed speech and you own brand of humour. Thanks for changing 2.12 by learning logarithms before anyone else, and solving math problems in half the time it takes for others to. Thanks for being such a great friend. =)

Jeremy Kong. Another well-known friend! Who helps me in math too! And of course, your mathematical/scientific/logical (delete where applicable) view on life had influenced me greatly. You don't conceal your emotions, so there's this honest bond between us that can't be broken. You've been a wonderful friend, and changed 2.12 drastically (in a good way). =)

Joshua Rene. We may not be very close, but OM has brought us slightly closer. You're good for a chat or a laugh now and then, and 2.12 would never had been if you and Gid weren't laughing so much during break. It's the noise you make that makes the class. =P

Kevin Low. You've been a wonderful chairman and great leader. Your brand of humour is the most hilarious and it's great that you know so many people. Stay happy, though! XD
Edit: I have no idea who wrote that. Someone must have hijacked my blog. None of it's true, so just ignore it.

Sheu Zhi. Well, there's a lot to say about you but I don't know how to say it. You provide a different form of humour that... ceases to amaze. XD You still have your philosophical side, though, and it's nice discussing with you. I sure will miss you. =(

Louis Lim. A friend till the end. You've helped me a lot, joked with me a lot, and MPac brought us together. I envy your art skills - you manage to draw with such naturalness and spontaenity and they're really nice too! =D If you're reading this in Malaysia, can you remember to send me I'm Still Here? Thanks. XD

Chin Chuan. Your partnership with Louis to create some of the funniest scenes is really stuck in my memory. Even though we sat a class apart, we'll always be tight (i.e. friends). Don't let the mainstream get you down! YOU CAN KEEP YOUR SCHOLARSHIP! YEAH! XD

Darrell Neo. Another daily fuzzier. Well, it's been a great year with you and your laughter. You're a great friend and wonderful card-partner, Lol. Just stop stealing my pencil-box or my cat and we'll call it even. XP

Bryan Ong. A great fan friend and avid TNN critic! Woohoo! And it's thanks to you that I learnt so much about X-Box and Playstation. It's been a wonderful year with you. =)

Herrick Ong: Philosopher. 'Nuff said.
Seriously, you've been a great vice-chair and even better friend. Helping me with personal emotional problems, helping me control the class, helping me out with parodies and puns... there's not much more a friend can ask for. And you're gonna have ta live my life for a year as Chairman, ha! Many things can't be expressed with words, and my appreciation is one of them. Thank you Herrick. =)

Samuel Teo. You're good for a laugh anyday, and sitting beside you during the exam period and talking to you, even that little bit, makes me appriciate you more. Monopoly was fun too! XD

Shaun Lee. Oh my word. This is gonna be tough. Uh... your photoshop skills can make any picture look like Louis's (or even better - sorry Louis XD). Thanks for helping me out with my emotional problems too, even if it was only stopping to listen. 2.12 would never have been the same without their Archbishop, and your creative contributions are greatly appreciated. Thanks you so much! =)

Sidhant Sirikumar. You've been a great friend, and as another OMer, we have a common experience. Your name will ever be synonymous with Potatoes and Monkeys. =)

Tan Jun Yi. yharlothar! Jun Yi, I like you for who you are, a friend. You seem to let loose in class, but by your blog it can be seen that you have that serious, sensitive side. If it wasn't for you, there'd be no "Jun Yi! Shirt!", no "Jun Yi! Wake up!" and no "Jun Yi! Are you sleeping inside again?" before locking the door. I will definitely miss you, and you lame jokes. Thanks for lending me FF8 for the holidays. =)

Darren Wee. You may not have talked much through the year, but I like talking to you on MSN. We need to talk again, so please come online more often, I'll see if I can help. =)

Kevin Wong. You have been a great friend, both in and out of school. I think everyone appreciates your kindness and compassion, and your optimistic personality, which has helped me a couple of times. I've said a lot of stuff before, and I can't remember it now, so just another great big thank you! =)

Gideon Yap. Our very own class bouncer. What will I do now you're in a different class? Your type of humour is very hilarious, and it's mostly because of you that 2.12 is what it is today. I'll miss you, your laughter, your jokes, your stealing my jacket. =(

Daniel Yee. It's really sad we're being split too. You're a wonderful friend and even though you may a bit negative at time, I doubt you mean it. Words can't describe how much I'll miss you. =(

Yu Weihua. Hua, you've been a great friend too, and player of Duel Masters (Lol). Even you may be closer to Team Slack, we'll still be tight. =)

It's really painful for our class to have to split up like this. Like Herrick said, it's us that makes 2.12 Naphtali 2005 what it really is. Thanks to everyone in 2.12, you really made my year.

Naphtalians! Now!

[Quote of the post]
Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear;
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
-Martial
[Song of the post] My Love - Westlife

Happy birthday to Kevin Wong! Yay! Whee, timed it just right. Kev's supposed to start a blog on his birthday; I'll link it ASAP and fix Daniel's broken link as well.

You might not remember, but there's this blogpost a couple weeks back about this bond between us. Yeah, having the same name can really bring people together, y'know? I won't talk much about this, but thanks Kwong for being my friend. =)

What I really want to talk about is this. In 48 hours time, the class of 2.12 Naphtali 2005 will officially cease to exist. We move to Sec 3, with a more difficult year ahead of us, different classes, different friends, different teachers, different trends. (Hey, that rhymed.)

As I look back over the year, the times we had, the times we shared, the things we did together, the things we laughed about, the teachers we joked about, the things we shouted about... *sigh* I really am going to miss 2.12.

When you think of it, the school annual yearbook is another victim of school budget. Sure, the only class you'll remember after you graduate is the one which you took through O-Levels, but how about the other three years? They brought you to that class. Why should only the Sec 4 photos be displayed, showcased in the everlasting memory? Is the school budget too small to pay for other class photos? They only have to hire the photographer - we're paying them for the photos. Sure, give feedback, you say, like it's so easy. The thing is, people in this era talk too much, and listen too little. But enough about that.

Looking back over the year, I realise what impact my class has on me, me on my class. This sort of thing is more impacting on me because I'm the Class Chairman; I see everybody everyday. Anyway, one of the major events this year is TNN. TNN brought the class together, no matter how loosely. Even Boey knows about it; not much, but still - he knows. It provided me with an outlet for my creativity and a voice for my reason, as well as entertainment for my friends, a couple of profitable crossovers and regestered franchises. As the class affects TNN, TNN affects the class. It's... kinda hard to explain, but (as Michael Wee undoubtedly knows) there's something special about this class that's hard to explain. I mean, we're not as close-knit as a sweater, but we're not as divided as fractions either. It's a big, complicated rojak of friendships and enemy-ships, love and hatred. But no matter what, we're still a class.

I'm sure gonna miss TNN, even though there'll be something like a sequel next year. The pioneers always seem better in a way, like TNN would be better than TZZ or whatever I come up with next year. My favourite quote in the whole story, the entire 20,000 or more words so far, is not something insightful, something witty, or even something stupid. It encompasses everything 2.12ish for the entire year, and it's not that I like it because my character says it.

"Naphtalians! Now!"

Those two words are just full of meaning. We can work together as a team, as a class, like during OEP. We may have some differences and conflicts, but even Kwong and Boey have a love-hate relationship (figuratively, of course). I haven't talked much about the Malaysian scholars, but if you only knew what type of friendships there are between us now... they're like the seasoning in a stew: everything would be okay without them, but they add the extra flavour.

As Jun Yi puts it, "its so strange to think that i didnt [have] this feeling at end of p6/ even though the separation there is a lot bigger". I think it's the maturation of our minds, the mixture of knowledge and hormones, that places us in this position. And of course, being together two years, both in something-point-12 classes, we know each other inside out.

To all who are not in 3.9 next year, I will miss you. 2005 has been the best year of my entire life so far. And although my behaviour today may not have shown it, I am proud to be your Chairman. Truly.

One final word; two actually. This is something I've been saying to most of the people who have MSNed me and are going to another class. "No matter what class you will be in, no matter what school you go to, you will always be here, a Naphtalian in my heart." I will never forget you.

"Naphtalians! Now!"

The Old Naphtalians

[Quote of the post] A straight path would be nice and easy to walk, but there wouldn't be much flowers by the side cause people who walked it earlier already picked everything growing beside the path. -[sufen]
[Song of the post] Bowling for Soup - Almost

Bowling for Soup - Almost
I almost got drunk at school at 14
Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen
Who almost went on to be miss texas
But lost to a sl** with much bigger br**stes
I almost dropped out to move to LA
Where I was almost famous for almost a day

And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn’t cut it
Almost loved you
I almost wished u would’ve loved me too

I almost held up a grocery store
Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more
Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug
Cuz he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs
That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away
And I wish I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay

And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn’t cut it
Almost had you
And I didn’t even know it

You kept me guessing and now I guess that
I spent my time missing you
I almost wish you would’ve loved me too

Here I go thinking about all the things I could’ve done
I’m gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton
I know we’ve had our problems I can’t remember one

I almost forgot to say something else
And if I cant fit it in I’ll keep it all to myself
I almost wrote a song about you today
But I tore it all open and I threw it away

And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn’t cut it
Almost had you
And I didn’t even know it

You kept me guessing and now I guess that
I spent my time missing you
And I almost had you

I almost wish you would’ve loved me too

-----

Like that song.

Anyway, the Naphtalians are splitting up, since the different subjects we chose will take us different paths. For the most part, we're all heading for 3.9 Zepheniah next year, while some will be filtered out to 3.10 Nehemiah. It's sad the class has to split up... two years with the same bunch of people plus a few special extras has made life more meaningful, difficult and enjoyable at the same time. 2.12 Naphtali gave birth to the New Naphtalians, a superhero storywhich I will try to continue through to next year. How I'm gonna do that I don't know. I mean, c'mon. How many adjectives start with a 'Z'?

Today was cool emceeing for SL day. I think I was a bit nervous, and might have done better if it wasn't such a formal event. If it were slightly more relazed I may have been able to tell my jokes more casually. However, Ms Lim was there and her "Sense of Humour" switch was off, and it influenced the rest of the audience, so it got rrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllyyyyyyyyy boring after awhile. I swear, during the blackout there were definitely more students who dozed off in the darkness than seemingly possible. Without any visuals, the sound of a droning voice can put a person to sleep in less than five minutes. Argh.

Yeah, and then there was the power failure during the last third of the presentation. So the presentors had no slides and the emcees had no light to read their script. >_< Emceeing with Daniel is quite fun =)

Final event today: A Sec 1 pupil is alledgedly being expelled for making certain comments on his blog about school or teachers or something. Well, as a writer of a parodizing story I'm gonna hold my tongue, or my finger, whatever, but seriously; criticizing your teacher on a blog is both stupid and crazy during this period. The Sedation Law is hanging over the heads of bloggers like a guillotine, and one slight mistake and - WHAMMO! I'm not saying you can't criticize people of higher authority on your blog, but FLAMING and INSULTING people just isn't the way. Maybe it's better to just keep it in; write it in your personal diary or something. If you need an outlet for your anger, that's probably the best.

Okay, until next time. Yay.

Will you remember my name?

[Quote of the post] "I'm Bryan Ong, and this is my - no wait..." -Samuel Chan
[Song of the post] Remember - Ember McLain, Danny Phantom

Well, I can't believe I'm blogging... again... but something has happened that I feel I want to blog about.

Well, it's not so much as it's me, more like it's... me. Okay, stop beating around the bush and get to the point.

Well, I didn't get the PC award, unexpectedly. I dunno what the PC award is supposed to be given out for, but by what Mdm Lena Yeo said (about how my class should vote me for the PC award) I have gotten some premisconceptions (if there even is such a word). So I got my hopes up and everything, kinda like OM World Finals (oh, BTW Ms Loh didn't want her badges so she gave them to us - and I got a cool one I wanted! Yay! And a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ms Loh and Mr Quek whose birthday is tomorrow.) when you're expecting to win something but you get a sudden, disappointing blow that hits you in the face like a ton of dead fishsticks.

Yeah, so, well, all my year's niceness didn't pay off... again... which is something I don't really care about. I mean, it's nice to know that you got a shiny certificate to prove that they actually helped, but without it all you are relying on is just your memory and their memory. And memories don't last forever.

Argh... I've got conflicting views about this. I mean, what I feel and what I know I'm supposed to feel are fighting inside me like rabid werewolves in a cage. One one hand, I'm feeling this, but I know I'm not supposed to be feeling this, and I get all... angry with myself, I guess.

Maybe I just need some appreciation. Maybe I'm getting all the appreciation I need; I'm just not noticing it. Maybe this is all good training for Prefect life next year, where you're overworked, underpaid and under-appreciated. *sigh*

I guess my life can be summed up in Bowling for Soup's Almost. I dream great things, try to do great things, but in the end, still end up second best, blocked in the shadow of someone standing in the spotlight.

There's much to talk about, but it's getting late and I've got emceeing tomorrow. So, congrats, Kwong and Louis. =)

Uncle Edna: Curtain Installer

[Quote of the post] ignoramus (n.) someone who doesn't know something you learned yesterday. -The Wit's Dictionary.
[Song of the post] Dragosta Din Tei - O-Zone

What a weekend. And still my internet's HORRIBLY SLOW so I'm like REALLY ANGRY right now. Sigh.

Yesterday, emceeing for Sec 1 M.A.D. Not bad, but we (Gid and I) were darn monotonous because the GEP person from HQ was there. I didn't dare use any of my jokes. >_<

After that Ms. Mazlind treated us to pizza at Pizza Hut. Gid was really funny because he kept complaining about the service. Truthfully, it wasn't very good. There were maggots in the fake plant, they forgot about our second platter and we had to ask four times before they brought us a jug of water. And during that time we (Me, other me, Gid, Boey and Zhang) found out that...

4 teachers are not going to be in school next year. Yes, sadly, it's true, but we've been sworn to give a secret vow never to tell anyone yet. We'll let them break your hearts. We hate being the bearers of bad news.

After that, to Toa Payoh (my old home - I should have left moving till after SL) for Service Learning. The group we were working with didn't seem like some voluntary group at all: they were cheerful and happy and so... not cranky. (Maybe I haven't been working with many voluntary groups in my lifetime.) Well, there was one person there who looks very familiar - either she looks like one of the people on my Australia tour group, or she looks like the actress in that short clip shown on that stupid workshop on Tuesday.

Speaking of which, that workshop was horrible. I'm really really really sorry Louis you had to go on Friday. Alone. Sorry sorry sorry. =(

Oh, and Promotion test on Friday (which is why Louis went alone on Friday). Got all my knots correct (Yay! Hooray for mugging and the Internet! Which coincidentally is slow on my com so boo) so I have a slightly higher change of passing. Whee.

No, back to SL. We were installing curtains for the old folks. Unfortunately, Tucky brought black curtains from his mother's curtain shop and the old folks didn't like them because in their Chinese culture black is the colour of death. Ah well. But at least I installed three curtains. =)

And TUCKY GOT KICKED IN THE A**. No, seriously, one of the Spaces helpers kicked him in the rear when we were leaving. I can't remember what it was for, but he got booted in the booty. (Okay, that sounds wrong.) And they know him by Tucky! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! It's like, "Tucky? Why Tucky?" AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! It pays to stay back and help with the last curtain, because you get to see and hear stuff like this. MUHAHAHA!!

Ah well. That's it I guess. Besides the fact that we got our results back and I PASSED CHINESE!!! WOOHOO! I thought I wasn't going to make it because of my summary... *don't want to talk about it* and my compo *not wanting to talk about it either*... but I made it. And I made this hit list out of the people in class I could get marks from, and I'm on six out of ten lists. Hmm...

Oh well. Catch ya later.

So much to say... but where do I start... would you listen if I spoke from the heart...

[Quote of the post] Love can sometimes be magic. But sometimes, magic is just... an illusion. -Javan
[Song of the post] Ebay - Weird Al Yankovic

It's been six days since the end of my exams and one begins to wonder why I haven't blogged. Well, a lot has happened within these six days, including my computer being disconnected most of the time and my Internet being !@*&%$#@*.

Exams are over and well, my Chinese is confirmed not good. I just hope I can do Higher Chinese next year, so I can keep with the same class. I don't ever wanna leave this bunch of friends...

I've moved house. Whee. I still can't publicly publish the address (because of those orbital ion cannons and arch enemies and such). Movig is such a tiresome process. You'll never be completely unpacked. Ever. I got my own room now, though. =)

Moving has such implications with my Internet. Now my Internet Explorer isn't working, but for some reason Firefox is. Wonder why.

Post-exam is nothing like I ever wanted it to be. I've still got prefect assignments, MPac assignments, a promotion test coming up, emceeing for three different events, two Prefect camps, emotional problems, psychological problems, etc. I don't have time for anything, especially my TCG.

Short blog, because I have too much to say but no words to say it.

Stay happy, people. Don't become like me.

20 hours left.

[Quote of the post] 98% of all teenagers are bad at math. If you're one of the 5% who are good at it, paste this into your signature.
[Song of the post] Higher Chinese - Parody

Gah. One day of exams left and still I'm feeling very bad. I don't think I'll do very well this year. There's something about the summary that really bugs me. Two to six - I'll never forget that phrase.

I doomed for Chinese. Don't know if I'll make it into Higher Chinese next year. I really hope I will; I wanna keep the same class. Lit today was just under par; Geog was okay, P-Sc was fantastic; so was Life Science.

I'm blogging now since there's just Math tomorrow and I don't have to study much.

There's something wrong with me. I don't feel the same... It's like something's consuming me from the inside. Think Lord of the Flies, Ralph's feelings. Funny I should mention Ralph; there's something in him that I can connect with. I dunno... I think in the Cliffsnotes somewhere it says, "Ralph has given up on humanity; humanity has failed him." That's kind of how I feel at the moment. I dunno why I only make the connection now. I think Lit is messing with my brain. Everytime I was in need, nobody helped me.

Humanity has failed me.

Higher Chinese - Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton
Would you know my name
If I’m not in Higher Chinese
Would it be the same
If I’m not in Higher Chinese

I must be strong
And carry on
'cause I know I don't belong in Higher Chinese

Would you be my friend
If I’m not in Higher Chinese
Will you MSN
If I’m not in Higher Chinese

Is that the end
Of TNN
'cause I know I don't belong in Higher Chinese

That test brought me down
That test bent my knees
That test broke my heart
Failed Higher Chinese
Failed Chinese…

Beyond the door
A distant shore
When I know I’ll be no more Higher Chinese

Would you know my name
If I’m not in Higher Chinese
Would it be the same
If I’m not in Higher Chinese

I have to wait
To moderate
It’s just fate I don't belong in Higher Chinese

'Cause I know I don't belong in Higher Chinese

Flash! Bam! Alakazam! There goes my Lit exam...

[Quote of the post] So, no matter how politely one puts it, we owe our existence to the flatulence of blue-green algae. -Diane Ackerman, We Are All a Part of Nature
[Song of the post] Yesterday - Parody

Argh. I feel really bad today. A week of exams has just flown by. Well, not exactly a week, more like two days, but you get the picture. We're looking at the prospect of another week of exams next week. Ugh.

Argh, then today, after Chinese Ting Li (of which I was only absolutely sure of half), Mrs. Yeow announced my name to the entire Sec 2 level to say that I was one of the people who helped stick the stickers on the tables. I FEEL SO GUILTY that I was the only one who stood up and walked up to collect the Oreos she presented as a token of appreciation. I should have brought everyone else with me. I FEEL LIKE SUCH A LIMELIGHT STEALER. Specifically her words were, "...And I know one of them is Kevin from 2.12..." ARGH! I should just have let the other Kevin go up or something. Argh! I should've done something... something else... anything other than what I did... Now I feel terrible... And the only reason she called me was that she knows me from Y2SC... and because of that my other friends didn't get the credit...

I tried to pass around the Oreos later, but when you have an entire Sec 2 level swarming out two tiny double doors, it's not easy to find your friends. See, the thing that sets apart nice people from... them... is that nice people don't plead for you to give them the Oreo, even if you offered them. If you asked for it, but was refused, and let it be, then I thank you, for you are not one of... them. They ask for it and if you refuse they assault you and latch onto you and take advantage of your kindness and make lunges for the packs... I sacrificed my pack for Justin Tan and Ivan. I hope you are happy.

Eek, and after that I could tell that Gid was angry at me for stealing the glory; he didn't want his Oreo and he was all moody and didn't want to talk to me and I had to force it into his pocket. Zhang didn't say anything when he took his Oreo packet. Kev tried to act happy, but deep down, I know he's also annoyed, because the Kevin could have meant him. (Or maybe that's totally not Kevin at all. I can live with that.)

Argh, and now I got three packets and I forgot who helped yesterday and didn't receive one.

Argh, argh, argh.

Portrait of a Friend

[Quote of the post] Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater. -Albert Einstein
[Song of the post] Bleh.

Portrait of a Friend

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
--Unknown

Seven-Up

[Quote of the post] Give a man a match, and he'll be warm for a minute, but set him on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
[Song of the post] I'm cut off from music right now till exams. Work with me here.

7 things that scare me:

1. Insects.
2. Nasty surprises.
3. Donation cards.
4. Being alone.
5. Loss of imagination.
6. Rejection.
7. Fear.

7 things that I like the most:

1. Reading.
2. Writing.
3. Creating TCGs.
4. Being with my friends.
5. TNN.
6. Thinking.
7. Imagining.

7 important things in my room:

1. Prototype TCG cards
2. Soft, comfy bed.
3. The floor. If it wasn't there, there'd be nothing to step on, ya?
4. Books. Lots of 'em.
5. My computer.
6. My homework.
7. Random memorabilia.

7 random facts about me:

1. I am the owner of three and a half self-manufactured CCGs, of which the gameplay may be ripped off but the characters/units are personal.
2. My humour is mostly pun-based word play.
3. I don't have a best friend, but I do have many close ones.
4. You're reading my blog right now.
5. I like quotes. They really speak to me.
6. My computer has 1GB of RAM. This will probably be outdated in three year's time.
7. I have an alter-ego called the PUNisher. He appears regularly in TNN.

7 things I plan to do before I die:

1. Draw better than I do now.
2. Create a TCG.
3. Take TNN to the next level.
4. A class reunion in 20 years time.
5. Make more friends.
6. Make my impact on the world.
7. Live life.

7 things I can do:

1. Breathe.
2. This meme.
3. Make people laugh.
4. Pun.
5. Imagine.
6. Dream.
7. Socialize.

7 things I can't do:

1. Murder.
2. Draw.
3. Chinese exams.
4. Get along with Justin Tan
5. Stay happy.
6. Publish TNN
7. Save the world.

7 things I say the most:

1. Hurry up!
2. Keep quiet!
3. Help me return the key?
4. Hi
5. What...?
6. TNN
7. Puns.

7 celebrity crushes:

Dream on, dream on...

7 people who could do this: has been changed to...
7 people who have already done this:
1. Packrat
2. Demel
3. Jun Yi
4. zQ
5. Uh... Me?
6. Um... Random blogger...?
7. Another random blogger...?

Met Mdm Yeo at Bukit Timan Hawker Centre four hours ago. I almost didn't recognise her without her glasses. One just doesn't expect to see one's Geography teacher on a Saturday night. I didn't talk to her much because I was quite stunned. >_< Also she was with her husband, I think, so I didn't want to interrupt them... they were leaving anyway, so... yeah.

Click the X. You know you want to.

[Quote of the post]
"Pun (n.): the lowest form of humour" —Samuel Johnson, lexicographer
"…but the height of wit." —common rebuttal to the above
"…when you didn't think of it first." —common rebuttal to the above (that is, the above which is above that immediately above) [Wikipedia]
[Song of the post] I 2 I - A Goofy Movie

I am going to attempt to explain my feelings for this past week. If you are easily frightened or have a severe disposition I recommend you click the little X in the corner of your screen or click the little left arrow directly opposite the little X. You'll probably find something more happy than a fourteen-year-old ranting about stuff he doesn't completely comprehend.

First off, I'd like to thank Herrick for helping me philosophically solve my problem. A big 'Thank You!' also goes out to Henry for writing me a very nice email, which, sadly, is something nobody does nowadays. Henry must still have some of the British customs alive in him.

By the way, we've got MASSIVE respect going out to Gid and Herrick, for trying to comfort me (either by hugging or psychiatry, or both). Even more MASSIVE respect goes out to Herrick because, unlike Gid, he doesn't try to smother you in his jacket, nor blind you with logic.Massive respect. Yo.

Basically, now I feel that I have no real 'selling point' except for my position, my friendliness, and my humour. But even the first two cannot garner me the respect of my friends. You may have heard of this before, but, for example's sake: Even though I'm class chairman, nobody (the term is used very loosely here) listens to me in class. Heck, they take the teachers' niceness and patience for granted. Like today, when there was a lesson observation, it was the quietest Literature Lesson of the year. I feel that I am being used. My parody of Welcome to my Life says it all, really: they chose me as chairman so I could be a scapegoat and keyholder.

I dunno. If this were a test of human relationships, the majority of my class would fail. You see in some of them attitudes worse than the worst of mainstreamers (and I'm also saying this because of my UYO squad). It's human nature, and Dr. Demel says, live with it.

But I can't. How am I supposed to live with something that irritates me? My human nature is to try and help everyone, no matter what (except for some cases in which I have to make an exception). Maybe that's why I write superhero stories. Ever since I was introduced to the Vs. System, I got hooked on the idea of superheroism. I felt that I was helpless because I couldn't help anyone with any of my strengths. So I made humour my superpower. I tried to help people with laughter. But no, according to Dr. Demel, people now view me as the personification of humour, and that is the way they'll always see me. So I'm stuck here.

Then there's the whole business with Kwong. Everybody likes him. Who doesn't? Nobody can not like Kwong and live with his conscience. He's got that likeable personality that just attracts people to him. He is, and I quote Bassanio: "[One of the] dearest friend[s] to me, the kindest man, the best-conditioned and unwearied spirit in doing courtesies, and one in whom the ancient Roman honour more appears than any that draws breath in [Naphtali]." Thus, I, having the same name as he, feel that we have this bond between us - this bond of identity, of namesake. So, I feel, it's like this tribe of Kevins against all other forces, like Shylock against the rest of the Christian world. O wise Daniel is one who discriminates against Kevins in general, so I feel that we are going through life together, as members of the same tribe. So I places both of us on equal footing. Thus, if I get left behind, I tend to feel left behind. I feel lonely if he doesn't talk to me (I feel lonely if ANYBODY didn't talk to me, so this point's pretty moot). Like I said, it's this bond. And whether Shylock will keep to it, or have his bond, only time will tell.

I guess I am in the wrong too. I can't make the world live to my ideals. Don't you think I sound too selfish? Too idealistic? So confused I sound like I'm against my own ideals? Too bad. You're just gonna have to live with it. I have too, too. Unless you'd like to change me. I'd be more than happy if you'd like to try. More happy than I am now, I mean.

I'm sick.

[Quote of the post] "You have UYO tomorrow?! That's terrigible!" -Kevin Wong
[Song of the post] Welcome to my Life - Parody

No, I'm not physically sick. It's something else. The school bus rides are now so bumpy and so crammed with people it's tighter than fish in a sardine can, and I can't sleep anymore. This brings rise to some interesting philosophical realizations, usually in my head.

Daniel asked me yesterday, "Do you think life's a stage?" I say no. I believe the choices we make have an effect on the world, even though some of these choices may only seem to have insignificant outcomes. I mean, if our life was already planned out by some higher power, or if we are just pawns in some Game of the Galaxy, wouldn't that be a bit boring?

I am an idealist. At least, I think I am an idealist. That's why I'm sick now.

I'm sick of UYO every Friday. I'm sick of the fact that I have UYO tomorrow until six and exams in two weeks. I'm sick of having people liking me for my humour, and not for who I am. I'm sick of people taking advantage of me and my kindness. I'm sick of people attacking me for no good reason. I'm sick of the injustice in the world. I'm sick of the fact that we are all limited by certain conventions of society. I'm sick of the fact that even I can't control myself. I'm sick of the fact that I lie to myself. I'm sick of being unappreciated. I'm sick of the fact that I cannot work with other people in a gropu for a change. I'm sick of being angsty. I'm sick of being sick.

I have UYO tomorrow. Two weeks to exams, and I have UYO tomorrow. As Kevin Wong says, that's terrigible. Spending three-and-a-half hours tying knots and pitching tents for a promotion test is going overboard. Do policemen marchin real life? No. Do they tie knots in real life? No. Do they pitch tents in real life? No.

That's why I write TNN. In TNN, everything goes smoothly. Nothing can go wrong. Even if the odds are stacked against you, you'll pull through. You can actually do something, instead of sitting around and tying knots when you could be studying for an exam. Action >>> Reaction, not compliance. The superhero's guise is a mask he can use to fight injustice.

You say the world's not fair. Then what's the use of having this world? Where's the justice? Are superheroes just characters in a two-dimensional world whose ideals and justifications do not apply to our real world?

As a happier side note, there was Engligh Orals today. Here's a number of things not to do during your examinations:

1. Say that your religion bans you from reading this text.
2. Memorize a section of a famous Shakespearean text. Recite this instead of your reading.
3. Check the time before you enter. Start with, "Welcome to the <> news. Here are today's top stories."
4. Roll your paper into a cigarette.
5. Fold it into a paper aeroplane.
6. Try bribing the teacher.
7. Adopt a Chinese-educated accent.
8. Tell the teacher in English that you cannot speak English.
9. Make a list of words before you enter the room. Force yourself to use these words in your conversation.
10. Sneeze onto the paper during picture description. Ignore it until you get to that area, then say, "On the left there is a big blob of mucus..."
11. During conversation, drive your point home with lots of table-slamming and finger-pointing.
12. When the teacher asks you a question, crack-up. Do this for about half a minute every time she asks you something.
13. Grab his/her hand and say that palm-reading is a component in the exam.
14. Compliment him/her. Say things like, "Hey, gorgeous!" or "Hey, handsome!"

Kudos to Gid for coming up with most of them.

Arr!

[Quote of the post] Ahoy thar! Be wishin' all ye landlubbers a Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!
[Song of the post] Pirates of the Carribean - Disney

My pirate name is:

Mad Davy Kidd

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

You Are A Pirate!

What Type Of Swashbuckler Are You?
brought to you by Maddog Varuka & Dawg Brown

Arrr! Them landlubbers these days, nobody be takin' Talk like a Pirate Day seriously. I'd be writin' me captain's blog, and I'd be thinkin', why? TLAP Day be introduced in 1995 by an olde column writer. It be a day to be havin' fun, yellin', "Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!" while ye take a swig from ye water bottle, or call ye shipmates "landlubber" or "scalawag" or other piratey stuff. It be the only day where ye might acutally find such fine words like "swashbuckler" or "buccaneer" or "keelhaul" bein' used in normal conversation. It be saddening. Shiver me timbers.

Aye, I'd be makin' some names for the salty sea-dogs in me crew aboard the Naphtali. I'd be Cap'n Klow, and this is me crew roll-call:

1. (Red) Herrrick
2. Cutlass Kwong (Arrr, this be less murderous)
3. Scalawag Shaun, Sailor of ye Seven Seas (and with ye olde alliteration)
4. Black-Eyed Josh
5. Two-Eyed Gid
6. Jun Yi the Spiky one
7. Darrrell
8. Jarrrel
9. Bryan Blackbeard
10. Peg-Leg Peter
11. Untuck Job

That be all I can remember.

Aye, I'd be in a service apartment now. Me olde house be undergoin' upgradin', and me new house be undergoin' construction. So I'd be stuck here for a month. It be like a hotel, so it ain't too like-the-brig.

It be hard throwin' away me olde nicknacks. Me new house be havin' new furniture, so me olde chairs and sofa had to go. Aye, not even for a couple of dubloons. Given away. Me dad's own plunder.

Arrr, me be disheartened nobody be speakin' like a swashbuckler on TLAP Day. Ye olde language of the pirates be lost forever. May me cap'n's blog be a reminder to all ye people, landlubbers or buccaneers, who tried to make a difference by doin' somethin' out o' the ordinary. Aye salute you. And, Arrr, have a jolly Talk like a Pirate Day, or at least what's left of it. Arrr.

Ahoy, thar! We'd being chased...

[Quote of the post] "By the powers, would ya look...!" John Silver, Treasure Planet
[Song of the post] I'm Still Here - Johnny Rzenik, Treasure Planet

Ahoy, matey! It be Talk like a Pirate day tomorrow, so I'd be practising! Ye better get used ter it!

It's been a while since I've blogged, so first: an update.

Prefect interview went okay. I like knew two thirds of the poeple on the interviewer panel! Jeremy, Daniel, Sujesh was my Camp Instructor, and Andrew Tay reads my blog. o_O Thing is, I think all of them read my blog. O_O Yes, it's freaky. They kept referring to stuff there, like the time I got angsty. It's freaky...

Well, I'm now blogging from a service apartment somewhere in Singapore. I'm not giving specific addresses because I know some people who read my blog *ahemahempbahemahem* who have access to Orbital Ion Cannons or the Mafia or something, so... YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!

Got exams coming up and it's gonna be kinda weird studying from this service apartment (now known as s.a. for short). It's kinda small, but quite cozy.

Talk like a Pirate Day tomorrow, can hardly wait.

I'm sick. Again.

[Quote of the post] "No more Bhangra - there's been a lot of Dengue fever lately..." -Dhanesh
[Song of the post] When you Wish Upon a Star - NSYNC

Well, I've been sick again. Third time this year, or so my mom says. This means more of my paranoid brother, less of school, more lying in bed all day with nothing to do...

And especially since Prefect Camp a couple of days ago nicely tenderized my biceps and calf muscles, the raging fever I got two nights ago aggravated the muscles-under-construction, and now I can barely walk, I can't raise my arm over my head, my parents fear I've got Dengue fever, and, oh, did I mention? I've got some ear infection, so my left ear's pretty moot.

I hate being sick.

What with all this Dengue fever and all. Funny it became such a major outbreak like SARS in a matter of days. It's unbelieveable. Now insect repellant prices are dropping, mosquito-killing-fog is rising, and I'm still sick stuck at home.

I can't be bothered to write so much now. My ear is, well, not working and I'm very troubled about it. Well. Cya.

The perfect prefect.

[Quote of the post]
[Song of the post] Brave and Bold - ACS Cheer

Well. Back from Prefect camp. There is much to say, but not much space to say it.

Firstly, I want to say that this camp has changed me. I'm not sure about the ways and ideals they talked about, but sure in one thing: I'm beginning to talk like the instructors. It's freaky and loud and rude at the same time. *Shudder* It's freaky when you start leaving pauses every two syllables like Jin, or keep asking questions with an "it it?" at the back. Freaky.

Anyways, prefect selection camp was much slacker than last year. Seriously. I've been to both, and it's not pretty. There was less screaming but more cheering, less pumping but more holding in pumping position. This year they let you convert to crunches if you couldn't take it. We only touched the parade square twice, and only left out hands to fry for about fifteen minutes total.

There's a lot of stuff and I'm too tired to type it all here, but here's a parody of Weird Al Yankovic's Eat It (which is a parody of Michael Jackson's Beat It) and it pretty sums up this camp. By the way, pumping means push-ups, knock it down means get into pumping position, and hit it is what they yell when they want you to start a cheer.

Hit it
When you first come to camp they’re gonna say it ain’t fun
They tell you, “Knock it down!”; the pain has just begun
You run when they say walk and you fly when they say run
So hit it, just hit it

You better cheer, you better shout what you can
Don't wanna feel the floor, don't be a macho man
You wanna be good, better plan before hand
So hit it, don’t you hesitate now

Just hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Don’t you make him repeat it
Shout AC Warrior or scream Brave and Bold
You may not know it but you have been told
Just hit it, hit it Just hit it, hit it
Just hit it, hit it Just hit it, hit it

Hey don’t you know you’ve got to learn your nine cheers
When you’re in pumping position you persevere
Get lost in five seconds when they shout “Disappear”
So hit it, just hit it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your health, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll pump you, and yell at you, and they'll tell you it's fair
So hit it, don’t you hesitate now

Just hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
If you’re not well admit it
Showin' unity and loudness of cheer
It doesn't matter if you cannot hear
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Your assignment, submit it
Have a fire drill in the dead of night
Hope the dead “corpses” don’t give you a fright
Just hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it

Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
You’ve got some teeth so grit it
Where’s your encouragement, don’t cheat your friends
Instructors shout stuff you can’t comprehend
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Don’t you dare try and quit it
Have some salt water, have a light snack
Then the next morning you pump on the track.
Just hit it.

I've also compiled a list of common phrases used this camp.

Most loved word: RECOVER!
Most hated two words: HIT IT!
Most imitated three words: *in Andrew Tay accent* HIT IT! THUNDERATION!
Most dreaded six words: How many of you cannot run?
Most dreaded ten words: I give you two minutes, go to the field now.
Most interesting insult: Hey, Sujesh! They're not jokes anymore. They're brainteasers.
Most confusing phrase: When we say walk, you jog. When we say jog, you run. When we say run, you fly. So, field, two minutes, FLY!

Happy prefect's camp and have a good holiday.

Happy Teachers' Day!

[Quote of the post] "If you're gonna give this ticket up for something as common as money, then you're a dummy. Are you a dummy?"
[Song of the post] Anything from the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory soundtrack. I have got to get my hands on it.

And, once again, it's TEACHERS' DAY! Yay! The one day of the year every teacher loves! WHen they get a bunch of cards, presents and other useless junk that they can keep for decades so they can reminiscence years to come! Whoo!

ACES day today had one use: missing lessons. Nothing besides walk, walk, walk, and bombard teachers with questions. I didn't even manage to make my annual parody.

As I said earlier, all the teachers got a bunch of presents from the many thousands of students they had. Ms. Tan was the lucky teacher who had a lesson and thus was worshipped and got extremely attentive students for once. (Attentive by my class's usual standards.)

Teachers' Day celebration was okay, except that the singing was (simply put) not very nice. And the Educator ROCKED! It was like the best thing there! Okay, I'm not doing this because I scripted the thing, really, it was the only thing that really caught the audience's attention. You just can't have boys going through puberty to sing. It pains the ears.

Just a note, I bet the author of Eats, Shoots and Leaves goes through a big angsty period right about now since everyone is typing Happy Teacher's Day! when it should obviously be Happy Teachers' Day!

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is a very nice movie. Very funny! It uses recurring humour, puns and very interesting character-interacting-with-the-movie plot twists that are hilarious. The effects are really good, and the Oompa Loompas' songs were excruciatingly funny. I need the soundtrack.

I am still stressed that my class is very disruptive, but since these past few days were not technically school days, so I'm trying too cool down a bit. I'm working on a parody of Bouncing off the Ceiling. I still am stressed.

I just wanna scream... nobody listens to me...

[Quote of the post] There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them.
[Song of the post] Why must this happen to me - Simple Plan

What a day. Argh. This next few paragraphs are going to be quite insulting, so I don't mean everyone of you in my class, okay? Just those few...

I made my speech today. Not technically a speech; it was more like a couple of sentences. Kinda expected when you're eating into recess. Pun not intended.

Laoshi was there. If Laoshi didn't take that extra five minutes things may have turned out differently. Not that I'm blaming her. She has enough on her hands.

Anyway, due to the lack of classroom attentiveness, I couldn't make my entire speech, so it didn't quite have the shock therapy that I intended it to have. Ah well. Nothing ever goes according to plan anyway.

Well, it ended just as I expected it would: everybody rushing off for recess and not having taken in a word I said. Obviously. And, even more obviously, Gid came up to me and hugged me. Argh. And Isaac too. I couldn't breathe.

If all the apologies and consolations I got were pennies, I would have 20 right now, but that's not the point. I'd rather have the class actually listen to what I say and carry it out than 20 or 76¢ or $42,070,118 for that matter. Just for once I wish that somebody would actually listen to what I have to say, respect my needs and cut me some slack. I may seem selfish, but isn't that what consideration is all about? Sacrificing your needs for somebody's selfish others. It's a vicious cycle.

The scratch of pens on paper marked the beginning of the test. It was simple, and yet so difficult. One could say it was simply difficult. The problems were easy, the trick was that you had to use algebra to solve them. It doesn't take a genius to guess what the class cried as Ms. Mazlind announced the test.

Uncle Edna's pen raced across his paper. "This is actually quite easy," he thought. Then the noise began.

It started as a gentle humming in the background. Nothing too serious; his head usually buzzed when he was thinking. Slowly but surely, it grew, like a great swarm of bees drawing closer and closer. It just needed one thing, one single catalyst, and they would all attack, their droning louder and louder, buzzing in your ears, drowning out all other noise, you can't hear yourself think...

"SHUT UP!" The fire of seven months of angst, anger and irritation lit up his eyes as he yelled it across the room. Kevin Wong looked distinctly worried. A anonymous "Whoo!" surfaced from the depth of the clustered students, all cramming around each other, trying to copy, discuss, make their way through the loophole in the test system.

Eyes still alight, he looked back at his paper. He wondered why it didn't burst into flames straight away; he was staring at it so with a hatred that burned deep, leaving scars that cannot heal in such a short time.

"It's a record," he thought to himself. He had spoken to them a mere two hours ago. A couple of sentences explaining that he was very stressed and wanted the class to cut him some slack. "I can't believe I actually thought they would change." He buried his head in his hands.

The noise level rose and fell like an ocean wave. The smallest of comments sparked another slow burst of flame, but the quick retort of "Shut up, lah!" brought it down again. As time passed, the duration of the breaks of silences decreased, as did the number of "Shut up!"s.

He started pacing the room, clutching his head. He couldn't think. The noise... drowning out thought processes... Ms. Mazlind crossed the room. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm fine; I'm just thinking," he lied. He sat himself down and begun to write a few more figures.

Like a ticking time bomb to the volcanic eruption of Krakatoa, the noise level broke the sound barrier as the teacher left the room. She'd be back in ten minutes, but the decibels had skyrocketed once the teacher's foot disappeared outside. His mind was on overload again: the anger, the frustration, the uncapability of shutting out the noise while trying to find the value of x at the same time. His anger bottled up inside him; he wanted to let one rip, but he kept it in. He was gonna blow. Any moment now.

On a more lighter note, I'm in the IB programme. Yay. Most of my friends are in as well as a couple of some people. Some friends didn't make it though. I hope that they get past appeals.

Oh, one more thing. If you're going to the ACS(I) Prefect Selection Camp 2005 as a Nominee, the do NOT under any circumstances bring a gigantic SuperSoaker 5000 with hydraulic pump action and 500ft. range. I've been there before. They'll take the gigantic bazookas and pass around the handguns. Then they'll announce that they have immunity and you're not allowed to shoot them. And the have the big guns and are allowed to shoot you. Think about it, and spread the word.

That's about it for today. If you believe in miracles, come pop by my class and see for yourself. You'll be a skeptic in no time.

It... is just... a GAME.

[Quote of the post] Take it that this is combined with the previous post, okay?
[Song of the post] This too.

Sorry. This is a double-post. This only appears the next day because I wanted to type this but I already posted today. (Sorry about the angst emanating from the previous one.)

Basically something happened today that started me thinking, posting parodies of angsty songs, and started other people blogging about this as well.

Today was the last few preliminaries of the Geography mapwork competition. Simply put, each group is supposed to create a group of 10 geographical questions and the winner is the who can answer the most questions on somebody else's powerpoint.

Well, maybe the instructions weren't clear, maybe they just wanted to sabotage other groups, maybe they just got carried away. In any case, some questions were definitely not geographical. The questions were supposed to be geographical, but they couldn't merely include geography inside. It doesn't count.

For example (sorry, this was the best I could think of), asking you to find out the amount of potential energy you have atop Bt. Timah Hill does require you to know the height of Bt. Timah, but calculating potential energy isn't something you can do in 10 seconds.

Anyway, a certain someone was arguing that some questions he had to answer today were void as they were not geographical. Well, the above example was one of his group's questions. Just goes to show.

I'm not insulting anyone here. The point I'm trying to make is, please, one or two points is not going to kill you. The prize is probably a packet of sweets or something. If you don't win it, you won't die. Calm down.

In the words of the great and immortal Mdm. Melissa Eu, "This... is just... a GAME." And that's what it is! If we didn't have this game, we wouldn't have any idea what an oblast was (a provinve in Russia, can you beat that) and at least now you know what the capital of Kyrgyzstan is! The points don't matter. What matters is that now you know where the Dombra originates from.

Sorry if I'm offending anyone. I'm just telling it as it is. And sorry if I seem to be becoming cynical, depressed and angsty. Just a question: do you like reading report blogs, philosophical blogs, angsty blogs or happy blogs? Just wanna know.

Well, this is coming a day late. Have fun, everybody, and keep smiling.

Angst.

[Quote of the post]Nobody listens to me...
[Song of the post] Welcome to my Life - Simple Plan

Welcome to my Life
Do you ever think your class is loud?
Do you ever feel really mad?
Like somehow you are liked too much
But no one understands you

Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your head?
With imagination turned up loud
But no one appreciates it

No you don't know what it's like
When you turn off the light
Then everybody starts
To shout at you

You feel hurt, you feel pain
You’re the last one to lock the door
To be scratched, poked and punched
To feel like you're being strangled to death
To be on the edge of falling down
But no one's there to catch you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you ever wanna save the world?
Helping people with your super powers?
Are you desperate to heal someone else
Before your life is over?

Do you try to cheer up everyone?
Do you think you are just too nice?
So everyone thinks you’re too kind
To put them in detention

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing goes to plan
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be sad, to loose cheer
To be left out all alone
To feel that you have none
But friends who make you smile
To be taken advantage of
But you’re too nice to say so
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lies straight to your face
But everyone just stabs you in the back
You might say, “Be happy!”
And then hope I'm gonna be ok
Everybody always is a critic
You never had any encouragement
You don't know what it's like
What it's like

To be kind, to a fault
To feel that you’re so useless
To have expectations
That you have to live up to
To be discouraged from doing things
That you’d really love to
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

To have friends
Who still care
Who still cheer you up when you’re down
To be loved
Everyday
To feel like you’re on cloud nine
To be on the verge of cracking up
And friends are there to laugh too
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

Would the world please JUST GROW UP???

[Quote of the post] I'm not paranoid! Which of my enemies told you this?
[Song of the post] Reflections - Disney's Mulan

Title seem familiar? Quote Michael's post a couple of posts ago. Seem familiar now? That's because you just saw it, silly. Ooh, angsty much?

I write stories. Maybe you'd want to know why.

The world never works out the way you want it to. Many elements are out of your control, especially if you're under eighteen. But that's different in a story. You are the writer; you have control. Things may look bad if you're the main character, but in the end everything works out. (I assume this to be untrue for Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events.) Everything works out. You survive against the odds. You always win.

Maybe I'm fantasizing. Maybe I'm idealist. Maybe I just have an overactive imagination. Maybe I just like writing. Maybe I write to entertain. Maybe I should stop all this hypothetical "maybe"s.

My class doesn't know when to keep quiet. (Note: This is again in general; if you're one of those quiet ones who doesn't talk in class, then I'm not referring to you.) Talking and talking and talking... Haven't I blogged about this before? Everybody talking, nobody listening, especially to the class chairman... leadership... it's down there somewhere... check the archives...

I sick of this situation. Hell will freeze over before this class gets into order. That's why I write fiction. Everything works. Nothing just sits there with out a use, making unnecessary noise or distracting you.

I started TNN to try and change this. Everybody works in a team, working together, nobody useless. I realize it is another of my futile attempts. The people it most concerns do not read the forums except Kwong's homework list.

I will not shut down TNN as I still can see a hope, and also because my fans want more. (No, really, I have fans.) I just had to say this again. Nobody seems to understand.

Munzhangus Quaner. What's the sitch with that?

[Quote of the post] So not the drama.
[Song of the post] Save the World - Kim Possible

Just watched Disney Channel's Kim Possible Movie - So the Drama and I tell you, is it hyped. There are like ad everywhere. Every ten minutes, commercial, Watch Disney Channel's original animated movie, Kim Possible - So the Drama and stand a chance to win a free screening of any movie with ten friends, drinks and popcorn included, etc.

Well, the show was okay; I was expecting better/more, but it's technically a normal KP episode drawn out to fill a 1 hour 35 minute slot. It was funny though. As in, Ron-funny, villain-funny, sneaky-reference-to-other-episodes-funny. In other words, a nice blend of stupid humour and smart humour.

And I spend the entire Saturday afternoon decoding the codebreaker word, and then I find out I can't enter the conest. Argh.

By the way, yes, I watch KP. What? So not the drama. (Pun not intended, really.)

Aaanyway, today there was this ETMR installation, which for me and Mike meant a morning of filming, and that reminds me I have to kill Zhang for misinforming me about the time.

So after the installation, Zhang and Kev (W) had planned to see Charlie and his Chocolate Factory. But since they found out they were the only ones going, and that no-one else wanted/could go, their plans melted. (Yes, this time, pun intended. Muhaha.)

So Kev (W) goes home by himself, and Zhang has no idea where to go, only that he must be at Bishan MRT at 4:30pm to watch the Japanese Festival thingie. So he decides to come to my house.

Let me tell you this. My house is sorta sacred. Nobody ever goes in without my/parent's permission. And if you think this is normal to everybody's houses, restate that third sentence and ignore everything after the fifth word.

The only people (non-relatives) who have stepped into the sacred domain are Hsieh Wen, Juzzie, and Chris, a ex-school friend. So Zhang is like the fourth person to enter my house.

Which I find weird. Usually nobody comes to my house. And here's Zhang coming to hitch a cab with me to my house. Strange. Unusual. Queer. Different.

Ah well, it's no big. Well, see ya next time. Call me, beep me, if you want to reach me.

Existentialist puberty

[Quote of the post] Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. But a moment of laughter is much better pleasure.
[Song of the post] Waltz for the Moon - Final Fantasy VIII

Sorry, addicted to FF8 songs right now. =D

Anyway, Mdm. Yeo today displayed some form of angst so similar to that of a teenager's that cause people to wonder if she is being exposed to too much teenage angst.

Quote Mdm. Yeo (roughly): "I don't feel that my life has any purpose, I feel obsolete..." (something like that)

Amateur psycologists, like myself, have termed this condition Existentialist Puberty, exhibiting both forms of existentialism and forms of teenage angst.

Teachers have a very stressful life, 'tis true, far worse than that of the common student. They are great, wonderful people.

The scary thing is that she wants to read our blogs. This poses a new question: Is this just an excuse to read our blogs? Everybody, one, two, three: Dun dun DUN!!! I don't believe so. Mdm. Yeo's a nice person, and doesn't have to resort to this sort of thing if she wanted to read our blogs.

The problem is not what is on my blog, but what it links to. You notice on the right you'll see a link, longer than most of them, the longest of them all. That is the link that I most fear the teacher will click, because there lies a piece of fiction so powerful, so secret, so... fantastical that no teacher may ever read it. EVER. (That reminds me, the link is now broken, just in case.)

People fear that teachers may read what is on their blog. Then they shouldn't get a blog in the first place. A blog is to voice your feelings, your thoughts, and in the case of Michael Wee, your angst, not just for your friends, but for the world. Hey, anything on the Internet is accessible.

Acording to the Rule of the Internet, you can start from one blog, go around clicking the links to other blogs, and eventually (and I do mean eventually) you'll get back to where you started.

I'm happy just to see you smile!

[Quote of the post] Two wrongs don't make a right. Three rights make a left. But two Wrights can build you an aeroplane.
[Song of the post] Liberi Fatali - Final Fantasy VIII

ARGH!!! I haven't blogged in weeks! Sorry to all my fans out there! (If I even have any...)

So much has happened in the past week: Demel and zQ have gone to Japan, I'm getting an award tomorrow, National Day is coming up, I've had three tests, and the Avengers set has appeared in the Vs. System. Whee!

A question of Daniel's has triggered the topic of this post. Actually, he raised it on Thursday, but with all the stuff I'm doing, I barely have time to blog. Sorry.

Anyway, Daniel's question is something along the lines of: "Are you happy with your life? Tell me how to be happy! You better tell me now, or I'll kill you." Something like that.

Well, there's me and Kwong telling Daniel how we stay happy and stuff, and along comes Gideon and he says, "Good ." We all know what the censored three-letter word there is, but the less about that, the better.

So, anyway, it gets me thinking. Am I happy with my life? What makes me happy? Is Daniel really that emotially-troubled?

Well, as far as an anti-angst teenager goes, I'm pretty happy with my life. Yay! I got great friends, pressure I can handle, and enough entertaining hobbies to get myself on a high without using drugs. Yup, that's pretty well said and done.

What makes me happy? Well, it's pretty obvious if you know me. Puns, humour, trading card games, time to myself to develop my own trading card games, TNN, etc. But if you're one of those who argue that these only bring material happiness that money can buy, then I have to say that what makes me happy are my friends.

Yes, here we go again, and you'd be expecting me to drone more about my friends and fill the post with quotes and complain why you have been left out of my list. Well, that's not going to happen this time.

I like my friends. I like making them laugh. And when they laugh, I'm happy. So basically, if you're happy, I'm happy. Kapeesh?

Urgh... I want to go on and on, but time prevents me from going further. Good night to all, keep being happy, and have a nice National Day weekend!