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Friday, April 29, 2005
To Zanarkand...
Fantasies, images that we make up, dreams that can never be fulfilled.
Life is like a dream, and it became a nightmare for me early this morning.
Woke up this morning at 6am. I know, I know, You guys probably woke up much earlier...
But...I was supposed to lie in for a lil bit till 6.30am.
Every morning, my alarm clock would jolt me awake, leaving me cursing and swearing.
However, this morning, I awoke by...erm...a less conventional method.
The morning air was wafting into my room, the fresh air that was supposed to bring
oxygen, grant life, almost ended up asphyxiating me.
A dense, pungent Presence saturated the air in my room, assaulting my olfactory senses
until I was pleasantly awoken. (Gp tutor: Identify the tone the author is using in this part.)
In semi-darkness, I could make out my dog's silhouette sitting on the floor beside my bed.
Obviously no mammal with a clear conscience would sit by someone's bed before dawn
with ears drawn down and stare at that someone with huge, innocent eyes once he awoke.
Switching on the lights, I did a brief assessment of my room.
Target spotted.
At a dark corner in my room, lay some UFOs (Uniquely-Fatal-to-olfactory-sense).
Tainted brown by nature, these chemical agents betray an annoying smell.
Hence it can be used as riot-control agents.
Argh...Too much project work...going crazy...
I promptly cleared the 'items' and...that was when I realised the 'items' had left a part of
them on my telephone line that is linked to the modem, as a memento.
Talk about Good Luck.
The thirteen of May falls on a Friday this year! Brace yourselves all.
Life is like a dream, and it became a nightmare for me early this morning.
Woke up this morning at 6am. I know, I know, You guys probably woke up much earlier...
But...I was supposed to lie in for a lil bit till 6.30am.
Every morning, my alarm clock would jolt me awake, leaving me cursing and swearing.
However, this morning, I awoke by...erm...a less conventional method.
The morning air was wafting into my room, the fresh air that was supposed to bring
oxygen, grant life, almost ended up asphyxiating me.
A dense, pungent Presence saturated the air in my room, assaulting my olfactory senses
until I was pleasantly awoken. (Gp tutor: Identify the tone the author is using in this part.)
In semi-darkness, I could make out my dog's silhouette sitting on the floor beside my bed.
Obviously no mammal with a clear conscience would sit by someone's bed before dawn
with ears drawn down and stare at that someone with huge, innocent eyes once he awoke.
Switching on the lights, I did a brief assessment of my room.
Target spotted.
At a dark corner in my room, lay some UFOs (Uniquely-Fatal-to-olfactory-sense).
Tainted brown by nature, these chemical agents betray an annoying smell.
Hence it can be used as riot-control agents.
Argh...Too much project work...going crazy...
I promptly cleared the 'items' and...that was when I realised the 'items' had left a part of
them on my telephone line that is linked to the modem, as a memento.
Talk about Good Luck.
The thirteen of May falls on a Friday this year! Brace yourselves all.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
New template, new song, and new problems...
Wahahaha...I changed the blog template and the blog midi today,
as you can clearly see.
But let me apologise...I have yet to find a suitable colour for the colour of the font.
So please bear with the colour for a while.
as you can clearly see.
But let me apologise...I have yet to find a suitable colour for the colour of the font.
So please bear with the colour for a while.
Just realised that I haven't got anything to type today, except that I didn't get called the
Weakest Link in physical conditioning class (PCC) today.
But that was just because the PCC teacher didn't come,
maybe he was having another PCC?
PCC...=D
After Physical Conditioning Class, rain began to fall...
I love rain.
Hope it rains more often...the weather is soo stifling nowadays.
GO JEGA YOGA!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The highlight of today is...
Yoga!
But before that...let's rewind to approximately 3pm this afternoon.
Me, Derek, Yun jie were at the grandstand watching the softball match.
JJ was getting trashed...so we decided to switch our focus to more 'entertaining' things.
To the left: A shoeless guy was using his bag as a pillow while he slept.
To the front: Grass, grass and more grass.
To the right: Yu Su and Lee Ling were cheering on the softball team.
Went to yoga today at 4pm, learnt to breathe, did some propagand-ish moves,
kowtowed to the teacher dozens of times. (He insists doing those moves benefit us)
After learning to breathe...did a shoulder stand!
Boy was it cool!
Then the teacher started having a fit, and began to hyperventilate.
He was sniffing in and forcing air out rigorously, then he told us it was a method to 'cure' cramps.
Talk about using poison to fight poison. (Direct translation from chinese saying)
Proceed on to other positions that the teacher said would help us prevent spine injury and slipped
discs.
Bullshit.
Judging from the response elicited from the students after doing the positions, I gather about half of
them are gonna need wheelchairs even earlier in their lives.
One girl even had to hyperventilate to cure her back cramp.
~Lesson ends~
On way out of school compound, chatted with a friend.
Me: What preliminary idea did you think up for your project work?
Him: I'm gonna use squid.
Me:(mock horror) You're using squid?
Him: Ya.
Me: What part?
Him: I'm thinking of using the ink.
Me:(Horrified) You're using squid ink too?
Him: Don't tell me...
Me:(nods resignedly) I'm using squid ink too.
Him:(His turn to be horrified) As what?
Me:(grins stupidly...) Shoot baddies lor.
Him: Heng! I'm using it as a lightsource, with the luminous bacteria.
Him+Me:(Sigh of relief)
Went out of school, and took out my wallet, checked for ez-link card.
Okie, it's still there. I can take a bus home.
And with that, I proceeded to walk all the way home...
Got someone you hate? If it' me...dun bother.
But in other applicable cases...you can go to http://pabstlovers.org/~jonese/name.php
But before that...let's rewind to approximately 3pm this afternoon.
Me, Derek, Yun jie were at the grandstand watching the softball match.
JJ was getting trashed...so we decided to switch our focus to more 'entertaining' things.
To the left: A shoeless guy was using his bag as a pillow while he slept.
To the front: Grass, grass and more grass.
To the right: Yu Su and Lee Ling were cheering on the softball team.
Went to yoga today at 4pm, learnt to breathe, did some propagand-ish moves,
kowtowed to the teacher dozens of times. (He insists doing those moves benefit us)
After learning to breathe...did a shoulder stand!
Boy was it cool!
Then the teacher started having a fit, and began to hyperventilate.
He was sniffing in and forcing air out rigorously, then he told us it was a method to 'cure' cramps.
Talk about using poison to fight poison. (Direct translation from chinese saying)
Proceed on to other positions that the teacher said would help us prevent spine injury and slipped
discs.
Bullshit.
Judging from the response elicited from the students after doing the positions, I gather about half of
them are gonna need wheelchairs even earlier in their lives.
One girl even had to hyperventilate to cure her back cramp.
~Lesson ends~
On way out of school compound, chatted with a friend.
Me: What preliminary idea did you think up for your project work?
Him: I'm gonna use squid.
Me:(mock horror) You're using squid?
Him: Ya.
Me: What part?
Him: I'm thinking of using the ink.
Me:(Horrified) You're using squid ink too?
Him: Don't tell me...
Me:(nods resignedly) I'm using squid ink too.
Him:(His turn to be horrified) As what?
Me:(grins stupidly...) Shoot baddies lor.
Him: Heng! I'm using it as a lightsource, with the luminous bacteria.
Him+Me:(Sigh of relief)
Went out of school, and took out my wallet, checked for ez-link card.
Okie, it's still there. I can take a bus home.
And with that, I proceeded to walk all the way home...
Got someone you hate? If it' me...dun bother.
But in other applicable cases...you can go to http://pabstlovers.org/~jonese/name.php
Monday, April 25, 2005
Oh my...
Experimented with a new blog template today, which looked fabulous. (Can't say it's fantabulous
cos someone already registered that word as their own.)
However, found that the template had no space for links...so had to let it go..till I master the basics
of template editing. So sticking to current blog format. Dun complain about it, It's MY blog, not
yours.
Went searching for more midis todae, found a totally cool midi! 'Curious play ending 1'
Cheerful, and erm...fun, lively, and erm...and everything I'm not!
I'm currently updating my blog when an unusual request came in.
"What's another word for big-breasted?" (Due to the code of privacy, I shall not reveal his name)
Me: "Huh?"
Him: "Can I use 'bountiful'?"
Me: "Eh...no. I dunno. Give me a few minutes to think it through..."
Several minutes pass.
Me: "Why don't you use...erm...'assets'?"
Him: "Okay, I'll try that out."
A word suddenly flashes into my mind.
Me: "Well-Endowed! That's it!"
Me: =)
Him: (Offline and didn't catch my word.)
Me:@#%#@$
Total waste of time.
Btw...To Student-Counsellor Wannabes in my current class...even if they dun read this...
I think you guys rock!
(Note: This part of the posting has been altered and is not based on a true story,
and is only to boost confidence of the above mentioned. Please do not
take this seriously.)
Ever since I have realised that there isn't a candidate number #46, I have decided to utilise
my votes by voting for you!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Someday the dream will end...
is the name of the midi you are listening to, but that's besides the point.
Just began to think about my past...my primary school friends, secondary school friends and so on.
Friends who made up the first twelve years of my life have grown distant, moving away, seeking
different futures. I have lost touch with friends I grew up with, friends i played with, friends who
shared my burdens.
Even as new friends are made, I find that I can't commit myself, to grow closer to them, an
inexplicable feeling, I just can't fit in.
But this is going too in depth into my life.
Time to write what I truly came to write today.
A former classmate left for Hongkong last month. Reading his blog, I found that he's pinning
for many of his closest friends that were in Singapore. He wants to return but has to remain in
Hongkong.
Bound to duty, he has to forgo his friends. Sounds dramatic, but that's the way it is.
To those reading: Don't take your friends for granted. One day they will juz leave, maybe
forever. Treasure them well. As you would treasure your family. (I know this sounds
cliched but don't ignore it.)
I'll find a way to solve my problems.
Just began to think about my past...my primary school friends, secondary school friends and so on.
Friends who made up the first twelve years of my life have grown distant, moving away, seeking
different futures. I have lost touch with friends I grew up with, friends i played with, friends who
shared my burdens.
Even as new friends are made, I find that I can't commit myself, to grow closer to them, an
inexplicable feeling, I just can't fit in.
But this is going too in depth into my life.
Time to write what I truly came to write today.
A former classmate left for Hongkong last month. Reading his blog, I found that he's pinning
for many of his closest friends that were in Singapore. He wants to return but has to remain in
Hongkong.
Bound to duty, he has to forgo his friends. Sounds dramatic, but that's the way it is.
To those reading: Don't take your friends for granted. One day they will juz leave, maybe
forever. Treasure them well. As you would treasure your family. (I know this sounds
cliched but don't ignore it.)
I'll find a way to solve my problems.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Surprise Surprise!
Yesh! Got into Alumni Connection Club( ACC )( Plz check for spelling error )
Was kinda expecting a "You are the weakest link" episode again during the ACC orientation
today.
Then it turns out all member applicants were accepted! Or so the current President of the
ACC acknowledges.
"But first you have to fill in this membership form."
-Grabs membership form.
-Reads its contents.
-Sees slots which potential members might want to apply for in 2nd year.
-EYES WIDEN AT 'TREASURER' POST.
And that was about all that happened for ACC meeting,
discounting the water-balloon-captain-ball-style game and the 'Milk game',
as well as the fact that i got drenched from head to toe.
I have my own geocities site at last, can upload midis there! woot!
Okay. It's official. The whole world hates me. Shan't elaborate. Period.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
What could be cooler than...
being being called, "You are the weakest link."
Which was what I was told, by my PC (physical conditioning) teacher.
Went to sleep at 1am this morning thinking, "I'll only rest only for a lil
while, and finish my bio h/w.
Woke up at 6am. this morning.
-________-
Went to school, opened my file, to reveal 3 pages of unfinished bio,
rushed, slogged, and still didn't manage to complete them before my bio
class.
Series of events follows:
-Bio teacher entered class and said, " I gave a shelling (chiding) to my bio
classes yesterday, nearly ended up in hospital due to my bursting veins."
-Bio teacher announces, "To save myself from ending up in hospital, I am not
gonna walk around and see your empty scripts."
-Heaves a sigh of relief.
-Notices bio teacher is acting weird throughout her lesson. (She acts carefree,
surprisingly.) May be due to bursting veins.
Fast forward to PC lesson.
-Runs 800 metres.
-Do warm-up exercise.
-Nightmare begins.
PC teacher says, "Those who failed NAFTA test last year plz follow me."
-Follows PC teacher.
-He points to some other groupies in my 'failed NAFTA test" association. " GO
RUN 3.2km." He barks.
Training regime begins.
-Inclined pull ups [ did 25 =( ]
PC teacher proceeds to yell, "You cha bo isit!", at me when there was a group of
30+ girls around listening in.
-Hop-on-bench-and-jump-down-again. (50 times)
Legs felt like jelly shortly thereafter.
-Horizontal-pull-up-movement (monkey bar style)
PC teacher: "Do five sets! go!"
Me= fall and retry + fall and retry + ...
PC teacher, in exasperation "You are the weakest link, go run 400m X4"
Current status: shacked.
New exercise regime set up.
Hope you enjoyed reading.
Which was what I was told, by my PC (physical conditioning) teacher.
Went to sleep at 1am this morning thinking, "I'll only rest only for a lil
while, and finish my bio h/w.
Woke up at 6am. this morning.
-________-
Went to school, opened my file, to reveal 3 pages of unfinished bio,
rushed, slogged, and still didn't manage to complete them before my bio
class.
Series of events follows:
-Bio teacher entered class and said, " I gave a shelling (chiding) to my bio
classes yesterday, nearly ended up in hospital due to my bursting veins."
-Bio teacher announces, "To save myself from ending up in hospital, I am not
gonna walk around and see your empty scripts."
-Heaves a sigh of relief.
-Notices bio teacher is acting weird throughout her lesson. (She acts carefree,
surprisingly.) May be due to bursting veins.
Fast forward to PC lesson.
-Runs 800 metres.
-Do warm-up exercise.
-Nightmare begins.
PC teacher says, "Those who failed NAFTA test last year plz follow me."
-Follows PC teacher.
-He points to some other groupies in my 'failed NAFTA test" association. " GO
RUN 3.2km." He barks.
Training regime begins.
-Inclined pull ups [ did 25 =( ]
PC teacher proceeds to yell, "You cha bo isit!", at me when there was a group of
30+ girls around listening in.
-Hop-on-bench-and-jump-down-again. (50 times)
Legs felt like jelly shortly thereafter.
-Horizontal-pull-up-movement (monkey bar style)
PC teacher: "Do five sets! go!"
Me= fall and retry + fall and retry + ...
PC teacher, in exasperation "You are the weakest link, go run 400m X4"
Current status: shacked.
New exercise regime set up.
Hope you enjoyed reading.
Monday, April 18, 2005
My dog...
Eh...still working on the tagboard...can't figure out what to do...but nvm...
My dog has a rather unique name...Benji.
Sounds human...
Been hearing his name from my friends these few months.
"That Benji...always like to chiong so fast."
(Thinks to self.)'Yeah,he likes to run fast. But how did they know?'
"I hear he's trying out to be an OGL..." [Wasn't my dog after all.-_-"]
My dog is virtually my best friend...no...not because I can't communicate well with other
humans...well actually i can't...but that's beside the point.
But we weren't on such good terms at the beginning.(my dog and me, not me and other humans.)
Below are some of the reasons.
-he likes to mark his territory, which is fine...except that his prime plot is my bed.
-he licks his ass before he greets me.(with licks when i come back)
[kinda speaks for itself doesn't it]
-he's selfish...he grabs the remote control for the television whenever he
can...when his only use for it is a makeshift chewtoy.
-he farts without warning first...(then again...so does 99% of the human
population.) (-____-)
Will continue nx time.
My dog has a rather unique name...Benji.
Sounds human...
Been hearing his name from my friends these few months.
"That Benji...always like to chiong so fast."
(Thinks to self.)'Yeah,he likes to run fast. But how did they know?'
"I hear he's trying out to be an OGL..." [Wasn't my dog after all.-_-"]
My dog is virtually my best friend...no...not because I can't communicate well with other
humans...well actually i can't...but that's beside the point.
But we weren't on such good terms at the beginning.(my dog and me, not me and other humans.)
Below are some of the reasons.
-he likes to mark his territory, which is fine...except that his prime plot is my bed.
-he licks his ass before he greets me.(with licks when i come back)
[kinda speaks for itself doesn't it]
-he's selfish...he grabs the remote control for the television whenever he
can...when his only use for it is a makeshift chewtoy.
-he farts without warning first...(then again...so does 99% of the human
population.) (-____-)
Will continue nx time.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Virgin attempt
The first posting...hmm...no idea what to write yet, but anywayz...its a start.
Spent the first few hours after dawn sleeping, whlist my frens at school were slogging it out at
school today. =)
Waking up though, stirred another feeling. Irritation. Woke up to my sister screaming,
"Wake up already! We're running late!"
Which led me to rush to get ready to go out.
15 mins after i was ready, her room door was still securely sealed.
"Be out in a minute."
Ten minutes past before she came out, saying, "Do something about you hair." and
handed me a tub of wax.
"It's wax."
Why would she need it?
Images of Marge Simpson came to mind.
And so we left.
Now at this time, my hair is clumped together like a freak of nature, multiple attempts to wash off
the wax have failed, which brings me to my next question, what type of wax did she give me? Might
have to resort to detergent to get it off... -_-" Wish me luck...
Spent the first few hours after dawn sleeping, whlist my frens at school were slogging it out at
school today. =)
Waking up though, stirred another feeling. Irritation. Woke up to my sister screaming,
"Wake up already! We're running late!"
Which led me to rush to get ready to go out.
15 mins after i was ready, her room door was still securely sealed.
"Be out in a minute."
Ten minutes past before she came out, saying, "Do something about you hair." and
handed me a tub of wax.
"It's wax."
Why would she need it?
Images of Marge Simpson came to mind.
And so we left.
Now at this time, my hair is clumped together like a freak of nature, multiple attempts to wash off
the wax have failed, which brings me to my next question, what type of wax did she give me? Might
have to resort to detergent to get it off... -_-" Wish me luck...