Monday, June 30, 2003
Hmm.. is it me, or am i starting to not give a crap about Block Test 2?
I woke up this morning feeling like it was any other day, not Block Test Two General Paper Day, like how i'm supposed to feel.
A general unwillingness to do any hardcore revision accompanied me for most of today and last week, im supposed to be hopping with anxiety, yet, i dont really give a crap.
What's wrong with me?
(i have that distant hope that its perhaps due to the fact that im so prepared that i dont have to study. Hmm.)
Spell of the Day:
Expelliarmus!
Disarming spell. Too lazy to say anything else except that when done properly, a force will be produced to shoot an opponent's wand out of his hand.
he rocked the party at 8:36 AM |
Thursday, June 26, 2003
I should really start sounding more mature, witty, and all things more literary inclined when i blog.
I just read the last entry and it sucked, it really did, yes.
So will lionel please come up to the podium and raise his right hand?
The Blogger's Oath
I, loyal blogger of SAJC,
shall solemnly vow not to sound simplistic,
not to succumb to the temptation of plain sounding posts.
I shall endeavour to use imagery, irony, alliteration and all things chim-sounding.
I shall post in a tone that is strongly biased, yet subtle enough to put it across in an stinging witty sort of way (huh?)
And I shall solemnly adhere to the Blogger's Code of Conduct:
To not be overly self-indulgent,
To give juicy anecdotes about life and bak kua,
To give snide yet complimentary remarks about friends,
To use expletives when i am extremely angry,
And to allow you, beloved reader, to have a more fulfilling reading experience.
So help me.
Well, looks like i have a long way to go before i get the "mature" part down pat, but hey, its a start.
he rocked the party at 12:18 PM |
Back with a vengence indeed.
Admittedly, the CSSP camp wasn't as great as i had expected it to be. Programme problems, draggy waiting times, whiny kids, (not to mention the weirdos), lame cheers, and those oh-so-horrible skits all of us presented.
-sigh-
oh well.. the perils of CIP
Somehow tho, for all its shortcomings, you could say that everyone tried.. we really tried. The excos, the facilitators (11 claps for us!) put in everything we had. Which was probably why i felt an immensly strange sense of satisfaction at the end of the camp, and for the past 2 days ive been receiving dozens of msgs from the kids i gave my number away to, saying they really enjoyed the camp. (What? are you serious?)
weird huh, how you think everything's screwed up, and it turns out right for no reason at all.
Shows that its not the result that counts, but how much you tried.
(Corny... eww. but oh well, the camp simply screams corny)
Spell of the Day:
Reparo
Basic repairing spell used for mending any broken objects eg vases, bowls, harry's glasses, etc. Will cause the shards of the broken object to fly magically back in its original position.
Spell of the Day 2:
Mendcomputo!
Repairs your computer and wipes it clean of all its memory. Which is probably what the bloody repairman did to my computer. Not that im complaining, my broadband's back! Now all i have to do is reinstall everything (hooray)
he rocked the party at 11:55 AM |
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Crap. I cant seem to stop blogging tonight. Im Dory!
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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Hey, at least i can speak Whale..
he rocked the party at 9:14 AM |
Im off to a CSSP Challenge camp tomorow as facilitator. Frankly, its not the best time for me to go. I've got loads to study for, im missing 2 maths tuitions and 1 consultation, and i have to wake up at 5 tomorrow, which, in a word, sucks.
To be really really really really frank, what attracted me to join was.. (as someone aptly put it) that three-letter word, CIP. Or more specifically, CIP hours, which i am in dire need of. Joining this camp would solve all my CIP woes in one fell swoop in three days. Yes, its truely an asshole attitude.
But im thinking again. The director of Heartware, the youth organization who's in charge of this camp, said that whatever you do, do it "from the heart." Sounded corny when i heard it first.. but hey, it does make sense, now that im so close to the camp. With 15-odd students under my charge for three days, who are probably really excited about it, and with the chance to help them grow, or at least, have loads of fun, and with the slightest chance of helping the community, who really cares about CIP hours? Hell, even if i didnt give a damn, i'd really be letting alot of people down if i go for it using the old fashioned asshole way. So, its time for me to start giving a damn and doing it "from the heart." And hey, when you really do mean it, its not so corny after all.
So as i go and bid adieu to blogging for three days, i just pray that God will open my heart, and guide me through. And to all those idiots out there who do things just for the CIP hours, well, you're an idiot. I'll check back in three days.
Spell of the Day:
Imperio
The Imperius Curse, used only by powerful wizards, most of the time Dark wizards, is a form of mind control. The spellcaster is able to manipulate other people to do things by planting instructions inside his head, forcing him to accomplish the desired task by taking away all his free will, and replacing it with a peaceful, dream-like state. Lord Voldemort used it on several occasions when he was in power before Harry Potter was born, to make wizards do his evil bidding. Harry is one of the few who can resist the curse.
he rocked the party at 8:56 AM |
Someone told me once that you know your friendship's real if you leave each other for a really long time, and when you do manage to meet up again, you can pick up right where you left off. Sorta like a test of time. And hey, the first person i thought of, when i heard it, was deb. Well, i've mentioned her two entries ago, but reading her blog made me feel like my entry didnt do justice at all. Heh.
So deb, here's what i felt like adding on to what you said:
For remembering me since primary 6, for the late night ICQ chats we used to have, for the aimless wandering around shopping malls (looking for that sold out dress? haha), for all the mugging sessions for chinese O levels, for the many years' worth of grossly hilarious christmas cards and handmade presents, for the complaints about rgs/sji, guides/scouts, rj/sa lives, for the enjoyable after-clubbing taxi rides home conversations, for conveyor belt sushi and gelato places, for your default forlorn face, for being special, for being who you are, for us, forever. :)
he rocked the party at 8:36 AM |
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Im a self-confessed harry potter fan.
Arrived home feeling great while grooving to Power 98's Red Hot and Soul and all psyched up to complete a whole bunch of other JC prelim questions.
Spotted my pre-ordered copy of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" in a paper bag which came delivered in a lovely WH Smith paperbag. Dang. Even the cover's beautiful. Lovely gold lettering, crisp straight cover, stylish black background, and the pheonix, that steel pheonix enveloped in a ring of fire (mine's the adult version of the cover) surrounding a solid 700 page (is it 700? i dont know, its upstairs) book. Lord of the Rings was never THAT elegant.
Oh hell, what could it hurt to read just one chapter?
Harry's back at the Dursley's, listening out for news that the ressurrected Lord Voldemort may be causing mayhem in the Muggle world. -okay, nothing interesting- He's frustrated cause he's stuck at Number 4 Pivet Drive -as how the previous 4 books start out...yawn- And suddenly, Dudley and him are attacked by two Dementors in the neighbourhood!
Screw maths, im hooked.
Read read read read, its 1.01am and im at chapter 4, and still going strong.
*distant voices of all the teachers in the world* "Get your priorities straight Lionel!" Too late. Rowling's got me under her spell.
Spell of the Day:
Expecto Patronum
Useful spell to drive off Dementors, but extremely difficult to master. You have to think of an extremely happy thought with immense concentration, while uttering out the spell with much conviction. If successful, your Patronus would emerge and drive the Dementor at hand away. A Patronus differs among individuals: Harry's Patronus takes the form of a stag, in the representation of his father, who could turn into a stag when he was alive.
he rocked the party at 10:11 AM |
Friday, June 20, 2003
Hmm. Yes i DO regret typing that small entry on clubbing two nights ago. Reading it again, i sounded really dumb. (yes yes, and chauvanistic.) But oh well, cant deny that it was enjoyable. So i shant delete it. Maybe can come back and read it and laugh at myself in ten years time. (if the internet still exits)
he rocked the party at 9:27 AM |
Yes indeed no one brings out e nice happy feeling of just yakking the world away better than good ol debbie yong. (if you're reading this debbie, i want you to turn off your computer NOW and start whacking it with a club. ego check! haha)
Anyway, the long draggy day of mugging in the Students Centre with Sesame Chicken cup noodles and cockroaches for company turned surprisingly pleasant today with the knowledge that i could look forward to a night of mindless yakking. Think till today ive long lost the optimism of "YES! its a beautiful day!" ever since exam fever hit the J2s and everyone seems only to care about the books. Cosying up with books is fine, and strangely peaceful (yes i know im warped), but spending 8 hours a day in the graveyard-quiet dull creaking door council room has its adverse effects.
Just a little sidetrack. Scene 1: Lionel walks into the council room where iskandar is studying. "hey isk! i wish tonight was grad night, so right now, we'd both be at the hotel, chilling in the hotel room with a nice cool drink and maybe playing pool or something, and getting ready for grad night, as well as evesddropping on the next room (where our namelessgoodfriend and namelessgoodfriend's romantically-linked friend would be residing) and listening to the "Shall we shag now, or shall we shag later? We'll shag now AND later" conversation. Then we'll go out and party the night away and wake up in the morning with tatoos on our butts. But noooooo we're in the freaking Students' Centre studying for bloody Block Test 2!" Lionel walks out of the council room. Iskandar continues to listen to his discman, oblivious to what lionel is saying.
Anyway, what was i saying? Yes, talking is wonderful. Lets everything come out of your system, keeps the world in focus, and lets you know another person's point of view on chim issues like Why the World Exists, Why is There Pain and Suffering in the World, Why People Should Act Slutty When They're Clubbing, and Why is That Black Flower Dress at Guess Sold Out. (yes incidentally she IS looking for that dress which is sold out. There's a pic of it on her blog. If you do see it anywhere be sure to inform me. But i digress. Yup, and no one's better at exchanging SA life vs RJ life anecdotes with than her. (Have you ever heard of the phrase "humchee-fied"? Haha)
What's your point you long-winded ass? My point, dear reader, is that a good mugging strategy is to have something nice and happy planned at night so your mugging day would seem a whole lot shorter. And of course, the best way to spend that nice and happy time? Talk, of course.. talk about everything under the sun. Talk till your friend gets pissed. (i wonder if she is. Hmm.) And maybe life wouldnt seem like we're existing, but would actually feel like we're living it. So if you havent whacked your comp yet deb, thank you :)
he rocked the party at 9:21 AM |
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
For the first time in my life, i lost control... and i loved it
Yes.. the feeling of not caring about tomorrow. the feeling like you're flying above the clouds. the euphoria. the safe knowledge that whatever you do, no harm will befall you... that any girl would melt into your arms like sweet sweet chocolate in the oven. Yes yes yes yes yes yes i was in a state of euphoria, i lost control, and i loved every minute of it.
i've just come back from an extremely satisfying night out clubbing at mileu, and yes, i specially logged on to capture this feeling, this state of ecstacy. Most of it is gone now, i managed to make my way home, i know im in the right house, and im totally aware of what's going on, and i can walk in a straight line. Ah yes, the miracle of alcohol, which can take all your worries away, which can give you that extra boost of confidence when dancing with that someone (who cares who it is), to make the most of what i realised (when i sobered up) was a packed, sweaty, gyrating, energy-filled orgy on the dance floor.
Yes, im a total bastard. But im sick of worrying what people think of me, sick of being too scared to approach any girl. Hell, i was flying, and i loved every minute of it. i had to, i HAD to break free, to laugh, to dance, to seduce, to feel, to disappear, to fly, and tonight, i did it, and im proud of it.
(i'll probably regret typing this in the morning. But who cares.)
he rocked the party at 12:53 PM |
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
I got this from another blog featured on the Blogger site.
Its a little long, but its priceless. Couldn't resist putting it up. Hip hop matrix forever!
No One Can Tell You (What The Chronic Is)
by Tom
(If The Matrix: Reloaded were a gangsta rap video)
[Music: Fade in background music, distant gunshots, distant sirens. Cross fade to sounds of glasses clinking and women moaning.]
[Visual: The camera pans across the park where, in Reloaded, Neo meets with the Oracle and then fights Agent Smith. A group of Fly Girls are standing up against the walls, waiting.]
Morpheus (speaking, as voice-over): No one can tell you what the chronic is, you have to smoke it for yourself.
[Music: A rap beat begins.]
[Visual: Neo drives up in a tricked-out black convertible, which is visibly shaking from its massive stereo system pounding out the beat. Neo steps out, leans back against the car, takes a final drag on his blunt and tosses it on the ground.]
Neo (rapping):
Yo, Cypher was a zero but I'm the One.
I'm the reloaded hero with the big black gun.
I was born in the Matrix, y'all, back in the hood
but I took the red pill and it went down good
with an Absolut chaser and a twist o' lime.
In the desert of the real I'm a bust a rhyme.
I can walk a tightrope after drinkin' a fifth,
stop a bullet in the air, slap Agent Smith
straight down to the floor, plumb through to the cella,
and I'm mackin' every tasty little Zion cave dwella.
Blowin' into your town like a pimp typhoon,
stirrin' coffee with my mind 'cause there ain't no spoon.
[Visual: the Fly Girls step away from the wall and start a slow, undulating dance.]
Fly Girls (singing):
No one can tell you what the chronic is,
you have to smoke it for yourself. Ooooh-ooo-ooooh.
No one can tell you what the chronic is,
you have to smoke it for yourself.
Neo (rapping):
I'm the N to the E-O, a man of means,
mad kung fu skillz to submarine the machines,
now I'm takin' my game to the digitized streets
where the sucka AI's know I can't be beat.
Not afraid of algorithms or electronics --
I trump the chumps 'cause I've got the chronic.
I'm high on the red pill, down with the truth,
if I got to jack out, I got a telephone booth.
I'm the O-N-E and my story's allegorical,
y'all watch me now while I kick it with the Oracle.
[Visual: the Fly Girls' dancing becomes more aggressive and acrobatic.]
Fly Girls (singing):
No one can tell you what the chronic is,
you have to smoke it for yourself. Ooooh-ooo-oooh.
No one can tell you what the chronic is,
you have to smoke it for yourself.
[Visual: Neo approaches the Oracle. Unlike in the movie, here the Oracle's avatar is a gorgeous young Black woman. She wears a neon pink bikini and lounges in a hot tub. A bottle of champagne sits beside her, and she takes a sip from her glass. She slides out of the hot tub to sit on the edge with her legs dangling in the water. The camera zooms in briefly on water droplets running down her body, then zooms back out.]
Oracle (rapping):
I'm gonna lay the funky rhymes down verse by verse
I predict the last word before I've heard the first.
Put your hands in the air for my Oracle style
'cause I'm from the old school like an ASCII text file.
Neo, you a playa, you the pimp of the Matrix.
Your girl's fine, dressin' like a dominatrix --
haxor skillz and stiletto heels,
give Trinity props, you know she keepin' it real.
Now have a seat Neo 'cause I know you will later.
Cozy up to me, don't be no Oracle-hater.
We both got the munchies so eat this candy.
I knew before I bought it, it would come in handy.
You ask, "Oracle, Oracle, on the wall,
how can I sit back while my shorty takes the fall?
And all the king's softwarez, and all the king's men
can't bring my baby online again."
But Neo you're fakin' like a masquerade,
'cause that's one choice you know you already made.
You came to hear the "why," and I'll tell you for free:
You need a little old guy, looks like a burned-out Bruce Lee
to hit you with the key that will get you through the door.
And once you're in there, yeah you can rock it hard core.
Go see the Merovingian is what I say,
Now my next party's startin' so I'm on my way.
[Visual: a stretch limo pulls up, with Seraph behind the wheel. The Oracle slips into a fancy silk bathrobe, puts on her high heels, and gets into the limo, which drives away.]
Fly Girls (singing):
No one can tell you what the chronic is,
You have to smoke it for yourself. Ooooh-ooo-oooooh.
No one can tell you what the chronic is,
You have to smoke it for yourself.
[Visual: Agent Smith walks up to Neo. He straightens his tie and begins to rap. As he raps, other copies of Smith take up positions all around him.]
Agent Smith (rapping):
Y'all AI-hataz think you bringin' some game?
There's a hundred in my crew, and we all the same.
When one catch a slug, the rest never complain,
and we spreadin' like a virus all through the mainframe.
Often imitated, I'm crazy replicated,
the Smith on my left was some bitch I once dated.
It's gettin' complicated but I'm tellin' you true:
don't go runnin' to your mama 'cause now she's a Smith, too.
If I catch you with my code, I'll load you up with me,
And then you'll be the S to the M-I-T
to the H, that's Smith, there's an endless supply,
so come step to the beat of the gangsta AI.
[Visual: Neo and all the Agent Smiths fight in the "burly brawl" scene. Neo flies away. The Smiths walk away. Only the Fly Girls remain. The picture becomes pixilated, fades to black, then the camera pulls back, revealing that the black background was the iris of the left eye of the lead Fly girl, as if perhaps the entire scene has been only an idea in her mind. She sits on the ground, her back to the wall. She runs her fingers through her hair and stares into the camera.]
Lead Fly Girl (singing solo):
No one can tell me what the chronic is,
I have to smoke it for myself.
Ooooooh-oooo-ooooooh, yeah-yeah.
[Fade out.]
(First published at http://matrixessays.blogspot.com
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he rocked the party at 10:01 AM |
*aaacchh arg ooork bleaaarggh*
-painful, slurpy, angst-filled sounds as he reaches for the computer, logs on to blogger.com, and YES! he's in!-
my gosh.. how long has it been? My longest absence from blogging so far, and cold turkey has been tormenting my soul for days now.
Ah yes, the relief of typing and blogging once again.. can be likened to a smell of a warm crispy egg prata served steaming on a small plastic purple plate with an ice coffee on the side (which, incidentally, i just had with Nolan and Isky - the prata, i mean, not the egg. Of course you were thinking about the prata. What am i talking about?)
Yup, a close look at my last entry would tell you ive cleared some of the stressanathan s/o baeinkimama activities this june hols enough time to squeeze one session of blogging. Its been a whirlwind of activities the past week..from chinese AOs to Leadership Training Camp to late night meetings to CSSP trainings to dinners to GP (bloody) remedials to mugging late in school to dance rehersals to maths and chem tuitions.. (and of course, that sinful yet guiltily pleasurable clubbing trip to Embassy on Saturday, recommended by that evil temptress debbie -shoots her a dirty look-) And they call it a holiday.
Would have loved to tell you, dear reader, all about them, but you know the euphoria (or the pissed-off-ness) of the experience fades away once i go to sleep and wake up, and typing about it would seem plainly like a narrative account. So i dont suppose you wanna hear about that. Crap. What IS there to write about anyway?
For one, the whole absurdness (is there such a word? well, who cares. It sounds properly pompous and English-y enough to convey the tone. Oh dear, stupid GP remedials are getting into my head)
The whole absurdness of the idea of a HOLIDAY seems to fly over my head. Since when did we EVER have a proper holiday, completely free from work, commitment, worries and bloody GP remedials?
Take this june holiday for example: I did a calendar to plan my study timetable. It seems i have but 10 days to study for 4 subjects (not counting GP) after all the crap like LTC, meetings, camps, trainings, etc have been cut out. That's like 25 hours for each subject, assuming i study 10 hours a day. Hmm... i believe the word "relax" comes to mind when you mention holiday.
And i quote the wise words of Deputy Principal Ms Chia, "Now Saints, this holidays, you're not going to enjoy yourself, okay. You tell yourself you are going to spend all your time studying, revising your work, so that when school reopens and block tests start, you will be able to get your As and your Bs." ( not that it helps much, most students still screw up anyway)
Now, no offence against dear Ms Chia, im sure she means well and it WOULD be nice to score good grades in block test 2, no doubt about that. The school would be happy, parents would be happy, friends would be impressed, enemies would be jealous and girls would, well, girls wouldnt give a damn really.
Yes indeedy, practically speaking, its a good idea to place block tests after the hols so students would have a nice long hols to mug in peace and quiet and teachers would have more time to finish the syllabus. ("finish the syllabus" i hate that phrase. it sounds so MOE) Course, it would be considered a study break if people like me didnt have to deal with a bunch of other crap as well. But yes, as littleboy aptly put it, i chose this CCA so i should just go do it. Blah blah. If i do happen to get crappy grades and try to blame it on the crazy holidays (or MOE's idea of holidays) no one would believe me. They'd dismiss me with a "as long as you set your priorities right and manage your time well, you should have no problem with scoring As"
HELLO?! time management? If there's anyone who's good at time management, its me. Not being ego here, but if my time isnt used for mugging, its used for taking part in something to do with CCA. (ok yes yes, granted there's that few hours spent clubbing, but that's like from 12am to 3am. Who the hell studies at that time?)
Point is, what's the point of having a holiday when you come back to school everyday, stay from 9am to 7pm, never hit the sack before 12am cause you're mugging, and have no time to *sob* blog? Now THAT's something to think about mr MOE.
(incidentally, i just thought of a corny joke. Hi, my name's Lester. Moe-lester. hyuk hyuk hyuk)
Hope i'll be able to drag myself back to blog soon!
he rocked the party at 9:11 AM |
Thursday, June 05, 2003
Read: STRESS-a-nathan son of Beain-ki-ma-ma
Cute catchy line coined by fellow councillor wong liang fu on our hectic weeks ahead.
Yes indeed as you my have noticed from my absence from blogging for the last few days, the perils of JC cca life are finally swinging into full impact, perhaps in a desperate attempt to burst into a full powerhouse packed mission to destroy my psyche before finally fumbly receeding into the darkness when i step down from council. -image of a giant evil one eyed CCA monster with a huge club roaring as he charges down upon me-
Stressanathan s/o Baeinkimama indeed.
Here's what i have lined up for the hols:
Games day for LTC
3 full day training days for Heartware camp
Preprations for LTC, log buying, etc..
Chinese AO Levels
Leadership Training camp for 3 days
Heartware camp for another 3 days
Dance rehersals (only good thing about this is being able to fish hip happy happening hidden-boobs hui.. hee)
Consultations for Maths, econs, chemistry (ive given up on physics.. i'll just mug myself)
3 day remedial for GP
Block test 2 when school reopens.
What the hell is wrong with the world anyway?
Stressanathan s/o Baeinkimama indeed. Yes i understand you're probably not very interested in my holiday timetable, but everyone has their whiny moods sometime.. i'll post a nicer, much more interesting and reader-friendly entry when im not feeling so marakatham (my my im spouting lots of indian words today arent i?)
Catch phrase of the day : "i wanna go clubbing i wanna go clubbing i wanna go clubbing" (Note: contrary to what the little book we received today says, "cheong" is NOT a cooler substitute for the word clubbing! -haughty cultured sounding voice attached-)
he rocked the party at 7:36 PM |
