Wednesday, March 30, 2005 @ 21:38
number one hundred and twenty-four
great luck. for those that do not know what i'm talking about, please refer to my tagboard. click on the tag button you all now see under the box in which this passage rests. i shall (try) not to defame anybody as i post this entry.
ok, not try to. i will not.
maybe it's not so bad afterall. he keeps changing seats when miss ko0h is not around anyway. so i might not be so bad.
just watched edward scissorhands on star movies. great movie. by tim burton too. that same guy who wrote the nightmare befor christmas. and i'm going to watch the league of extraordinary gentlemen at 2245 later on tonight.
suddenly have a renewed passion/interest for mythology. was dicussing it with somebody else today. anubis, loki, thor, athena. w00t.
ntohing to type about really. just that today hari presented the petition for chen yu neng "to step down as our chinese teacher". the petition was okay. not bad. acceptable. dr boon agreed to look into it. and she better. and i'll get to go to ubin this friday. back to see that little offshore island.
really nothing to write about. but i'm purposely dragging this post for no good reason. perhaps for the fact that LXG doesn't show in and hour's time.
fine. enough of rubbish.
red dragon is nice. but i feel that the silence of the lambs in more action based, and hannibal more psychologically thrilling.
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, March 24, 2005 @ 19:15
number one hundred and twenty three
today was a damn boring day. went to school to rot and play with marbles during one of the most boring physics lab period. and today seemed to be a very long day. don't know why. started again on hannibal. again because i've read it before. great book. i'm thinking of buying the omnibus.
alan toh got highest for ss. speak of the devil. he just logged in. pro-ded guy. give a few points and got full marks. this shows that length does'nt matter. and so does content content content. i feel that what mr smith did yesterday wad correct. scold the class for the essay thing. points after points after points with no evident understanding of the question.
memorise. and this is what you all will do. but we have to memorise too sometimes. just for the sake of doing something. like chinese tests. have to catch up on homework undone this weekend. must not slack anymore. i keep saying this, but it's not easy to do so. slacking is like a drug which is very addictive.
but reading is not slacking, i need information for a homework i'm doing.
and mrs goh talked about greeting people this morning. what if you greet a teacher and the teacher does not greet back? what would you do? and she said something about respect due, not respect earned. i disagree. respect due. you are supposed to respect your principal right? respect due. so what if she goes into your house, eat from your fridge and then shoot your parents. would you give her respect due? the case might not be just for principals, or so extreme. but the mainpoint is still the same: there is no such thing as respect due. if you respect a person, then there must be a reason, and that reason is what help that person earn your respect. respect is not something ou just give somebody because you "owe" them.
life skill class. who can earn the most. nice game. but in the real world, do not think that everybody will listen to you and raise "x". come on, money is to be earned, sitting there for you to grab it. seize the opportunity.
very hungry now. need to go and eat.
duh.
so come on, tell me.
Monday, March 21, 2005 @ 19:31
number one hundred and twenty-two
hello. what a good day. woke up at 0700 and made it to school without being late. and endured through an absolutely useless p.e lesson just to land myself in chinese. with a gay for a teacher. a real gay. not homosexual gay but slang gay kind of gay. ah gua gay. act girly girly gay. enough of gays. he is useless. like p.e lesson by tong and psk's lesson. went to class and gave a great first impression.
read through many many blogs just now. and i finally found the polar bear's lair. but in the process, i stumbled across many many oh-so-heartbreaking blogs. what a sad world we leave in. people crying, sobbing, writing about depression thingy(s). pity you all.
sad people. can never be as fast as the g.o.s. this way, you can laugh. don't know what i mean? never mind.
suddenly have this crazy impulse to do something ... crazy. i had it in school, went mad for a while and wrecked a few books. not mine of course.
english compo contest tomorrow. decided that i'm going to write a story with no happy ending. where all parties die in the end. one way or another.
and to all. beware the toxic boy. the real one of the same name in our school. he's up to no good.
so come on, tell me.
Friday, March 18, 2005 @ 18:33
number one hundred and twenty-one
waiting for correction fluid to dry. so i'm blogging now.
watched spongebob squarepants yesterday. very nice. very spongebob-squarepants-ish. then went home to do maths. coordinate geometry. it is quite easy actually. but tedious, requires lots of workings and stuff. and later on at night, went to the library in the car that the battery went flat an hour ago. recharged it at my mother's workplace. luckily it did not break down.
to the library for the sake of a book. i felt like reading it for some inspiration. anybody read the melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories before? it's nice. damn nice.
Roy, the Toxic Boy
To those of us who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make most people choke!
His very favourite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.
He'd stand inside of the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.
The one ans only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for freah air
they put him in the garden
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?
As Roy's soul left his body,
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
nice. i like it. it's by tim burton by the way. the author of nightmare before christmas.
my correction fluid had dried.
so come on, tell me.
Sunday, March 13, 2005 @ 19:53
number one hundred and twenty
ya ya. i know. the blog layout doesn't suit me. blah blah blah. but i like this one. w00t.
back from the sec3 bonding camp. xian 1/2, whole day listen to the camp chief hum that stupid tune. surely not lame. i pay fifty dollars plus to go to sentosa to eat vegetables with pesticides, sleep on the beach when some guy is burning wood aka campfire and get my shoes blue. it was ok in other words. play here, play there, swim to some floating wooden platform. "fun". i think i bonded with my ncc people more. tough luck 3L. lol. kidding.
but tomorrow is part-c bonding camp. w00t.
and subway sandwiches are damn freaking nice. had a craving for them during camp because we happened to walk pass a subway shop. then walked so damn far from the bus interchange to get on. worth it though.
now to go pack my bag for tomorrow's great camp. and by the way, i got fever yesterday, and i recovered from it today. w00t. pro me.
still feel like blogging. let me think of what to blog...
should post more about the sec3 camp. i felt that it was a good effort to bond the sec3 that are in the same class. but how about as in all the sec3? won't the "intense" competition promote rivalry between classes? from what i saw it did not, but what if. but i'm still sure that there would inevitably be some rivalry. humans. like i'm not one of them. anyway, the camp was ok. seriously. but i never really bonded with my class' people. the pang of regret is fleetingly short. heck. there's plenty of other chances. but first, i must study this class.
study sounds not nice. maybe observe? still not nice. heck. i'll keep in view this class. i might just like it.
not that i do not now.
great responsibilities are coming up very soon. we all have to buck up.
and i finally remembered how to do logarithms after a whole morning of backtracking. thank you mr poh for not returning the book with all my log notes in it. thank you very much.
now for dinner, packing, typing of documents and sleep.
good day.
so come on, tell me.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005 @ 21:22
number one hundred and nineteen
first of all, good game to all those that played in this afternoon's soccer match. bb is a formiddable opponent, but not invincible.
packing up fot tomorrow's sec3 camp. xian 1/2. i'm going to sleep during the trip there and read spec course manual at night there. w00t. ap all of them.
it's scary the things people would do to get to their ultimate goal of their dreams. underhand dirty methods. not good. a thirst for your goal would serve no purpose if you go after it as if your life depended on it. it might be important, but you must remember that getting there is not really important. what's really important is
how you get there. if you get rid of all obstales in your path and just saunter to your goal and sit there like a lord, then that would not really be achieving your goal. don't let your goals control your life. it can make even a good man, turn evil.
maths lesson with fur and poh seng kiat is getting more and more pissing. mr poh is an ultimate idiotic loser. i don't care if he is a teacher or if he stumbles upon this blog. shit it. i don't even respect him as a teacher. which teacher would spend the whole lesson just talking nonsense? not those maths nonsense but real nonsense; not related to maths kind of nonsense. and that fur is simply too (censored). gay. i just feel like smacking him across his (censored) face. attention seeker. a loser who keeps spouting unnecessary gibberish during maths but don't even know the meaning of "taut". i'm going to spend my sec3 camp observing him, that's one of my aims for the camp. i'm alway's very angry during poh's lesson. routine already.
sec3 camp tomorrow. not really looking forward to it.
but heck.
i paid for it, didn't i?
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, March 03, 2005 @ 21:39
number one hundred and eighteen
let's take a break from the hectic schedule of studying biology, a-maths and having three msn messages at one go to blog.
first of all, there is something wrong with doodle-board. crap piece of junk.
next is the horrible start to my physics "career". 13 for both test is not a good omen. may allah bless all of you to get good physics marks and not go into physics hell and do physics for eternity. but hopefully will get better marks next time, or i will seriously need some help.
next is the issue today. i almost seriously injured some creature. really. do not ever push or shove me when i am not is the best of moods. and i am not in the best of moods thanks to some idiot whom i feel that i do not need to mention. i almost lost it. not a good sign. must learn to contain the rage in me. keep it in and slowly let it out. not all at one go. i might kill him. i sound like some murderous psychopathic killer don't i? i'm not. i'm just pissed.
endure. have to endure through the sec 3 camp. just think of the bonding camp i will be having after that camp. with my platoon-mates. better people than them. not that i'm trying to be ap or anything, but seriously, class is not even as bonded as part. not even after the camp. you all will only enjoy in camp, but you all have not suffered together like we did. you all will not know the true meaning of bonding. so sorry, but it's not having an effect on me.
let alone some people in the class who tries to get all the attention. grow up.
but i'll try to make the best out of the camp, get to know more people, see if there are anybody else like me. few i think. but you never know.
i shall concentrate now. concentrate like i've never done before. for chinese especially. the three years of normal chinese unfairly set upon me to learn within a few short months until october. just for the sake of not wasting my three years of learning higher chinese. well, life's like that. suck it up, fight on.
endure, it will all be over faster than you know it.
and i have limits. don't even attemp to break them.
so come on, tell me.