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Gerald : HAPPY B'DAY MICROO/CHENG HENG! May the skies rain mayo^^
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Gerald, I'll remember that line for many birthdays to come!
Happy birthday to me lulz!
Wait, no. "Happy birthday to me" must be one of the loneliest-sounding phrases around, given how it's only said by people who are absolutely alone on their own very special day of the year.
Which quite thankfully, I'm not.
The so-called AC tradition of being rolled around in a dustbin on your birthday seems to have over-looked with thankfully. Being found only when you want to has it's uses sometimes 8 )
Speaking of which, we've just been sorted out into our actual classes. Now, I have switched from Corryn to 1SB2. What I don't get is them making us have orientation with one group of people, then proceed to swap us to a totally new bunch of people we are completely unfamiliar with, thereby neutralizing the point of having gone through all that bonding.
Ah well, the Lord works in strange ways. Pity though, I was just starting to warm up to everyone in Corryn. No one going with me since they either don't take H2 Physics, or didn't get the same score as me...
On the bright side, they did at least post me together with Nick Lam, so I had at least one familiar face in the crowd. It certainly made up somewhat for what happened next.
The teacher in charge...well...how do I put this nicely........
*Warning*
ERROR 144 : Aformentioned action is not possible
*Warning*
Ah nuts, never mind, you get the idea.
Still, the last thing I felt was a major problem in this school conveniently solved itself, so maybe if I sit back and do nothing, it'll eventually fix itself.'
Fortunately, the other people in the class seem to be okay people. Thank the heavens they got rid (I think) of the old system where the better your O-Level score, the lower your class number, so I'm not stuck with a influx of scholars/workaholic China studenets/nerds. It's great being a Medic in TF2, but it's NOT funny if the entire team consists of Medics. Even I have a limit of how much over-enthusiasm concerning homework, and I live with myself, so that just means the leeway is not exactly large...
Meh, what am I saying, all the ASEAN scholars I've met in SJI are friendly guys, and I enjoy the tag of nerd, but like I said, Medic is fun to play, but whole team Medic = GGed with no remake.
With 13 minutes till 18th of Feburary is over, I've been contemplating what being 17 entails. Doesn't unlock the next level movie ratings. Doesn't allow me to drive yet. Doesn't allow me to buy alcohol or get into clubs, not that I'd try because I'm too damn lazy/lifeless.
In short, just me getting older. Uh-oh... Staying at this age is fine with me personally. Most people my age just can't wait to hit 18/21. I can't understand why, except perhaps for the driving bit, and it's not that hard to drive anyway.
Hehe, look at me, already thinking about how to stay young at 17. Can't imagine what'll happen if I hit 30. Or whether I will hit 30, if I decide to continue my titration habits here.
Wednesday 18 February 2009
Friday 13 February 2009
101th Post
Wow, looking back at post 100, that was a pretty emo post. What a way to mark the century post, though I never, ever delete posts. Just a policy thing.
Right, I guess it's time for the explanation for the previous post.
Ahem. The previous incident has been resolved on all sides, and has been considered to be settled by all parties with no further comment.
Typical politician's answer, if I might say so myself.
Well, Week 2 has come to a close, and Destiny has kindly allowed any remaining problems I have remaining to be deflected by mein apathy shield!
Okay fine, not really, the lack of time is a bitch. Okay, not really the lack of it. Because I've been so enthusiastic in signing up early with the rugby team, I get back at around 10 most days. I haven't even had time to use Frank properly yet!
Oh yes, Frank. That'll be the computer I built. After Frankenstein. My nerd side cries in agony. Frank has been sitting under my desk for a week now, and I've done little with it save checking my email.
Like having the ability to telekinetically lift cars and tear them in half, but all I've done so far is open cans with it... The horror of it all, I can't imagine what'll happen when the homework starts coming in...
Time seems to turn up at all the wrong spots, in all the wrong quantities in AC. I will pack 4 lectures consecutively, and suddenly, I'm home free at 1130. Good huh? So what happens if I have to stay back until 5 for training?
A grand total of 6 hours. Weet, what do I with it? Okay fine, most hardworking people would point at that and say
"IDIOT! Homework goes HERE!"
Which is true really. And I honestly tried that. I got to page 17 in my H2 Chem notes (Lecture is still at 7...), something of the like with H2 Maths, tried to understand why the hell it's so hard to just to tell people "Money is exchanged for goods and services, and using 1 trillion dollars to give every American 600 Subway Subs, and iPod and a pair of Ginsu knives is just dumb," and why they've got to do it in about 3000+ words.
And guess what? It was still one-thirty, and all I succeeded in was looking like a closet mugger who's come into the open. Okay, it gave me the chance to pay attention more in Chem...wait no...less busy...not really...Damn, what benefit has it brought me?
Let's see...I spent enough time staring at the back of Rachel's head to realize she dyed streaks into it, had it curled at the ends at one point, doesn't really bother with neatness, and has birthmark at base of neck?
Too many details, I know, and don't worry Rachel, not stalking you!
Okay, that goes into the "Nolelele NO!" catergory. It'll be useful later on I'm sure, but we live in the present, and it needs fixing.
Not enough to go back home, too much to pass quickly, too much to fill completely with homework (At least for now).
-Gym? Possibly for the last hour or two before training starts, which leaves me with 4 hours.
-Library? Sorry, Oldham Library still feels like a step down from SJI's Beurel....Especially content-wise...
-Eat? You're kidding right? I'm 85kg right now, bad idea...
-Sleep? Where? Yet to find a good place to crash out. Bad idea anyway.
- Stare into the air and contemplate the meaning of life? Hmm, interesting, except for the fact that I know the meaning of life already. It's 42. Everyone knows that.
-Use sugar that Mivio gave me with the matches she gave Caleb to make caramel? Caramel good... But caramel is one-use-only. Dammit!
That's it, I'm out of ideas. Time has lost it's ability to come WHEN NEEDED in the right amounts for me, and it's coming up at all the wrong times, causing me to trip over it.
Sort of like me now in rugby. Rusty as hell now, dropping passes like nuts, the new guy telling me to be more aggresive and...
WAIT! Bad Cheng Heng! Enough problems for the week! ONE AT ZE TIME! NO MORE FOR TONIGHT!
Right, I guess it's time for the explanation for the previous post.
Ahem. The previous incident has been resolved on all sides, and has been considered to be settled by all parties with no further comment.
Typical politician's answer, if I might say so myself.
Well, Week 2 has come to a close, and Destiny has kindly allowed any remaining problems I have remaining to be deflected by mein apathy shield!
Okay fine, not really, the lack of time is a bitch. Okay, not really the lack of it. Because I've been so enthusiastic in signing up early with the rugby team, I get back at around 10 most days. I haven't even had time to use Frank properly yet!
Oh yes, Frank. That'll be the computer I built. After Frankenstein. My nerd side cries in agony. Frank has been sitting under my desk for a week now, and I've done little with it save checking my email.
Like having the ability to telekinetically lift cars and tear them in half, but all I've done so far is open cans with it... The horror of it all, I can't imagine what'll happen when the homework starts coming in...
Time seems to turn up at all the wrong spots, in all the wrong quantities in AC. I will pack 4 lectures consecutively, and suddenly, I'm home free at 1130. Good huh? So what happens if I have to stay back until 5 for training?
A grand total of 6 hours. Weet, what do I with it? Okay fine, most hardworking people would point at that and say
"IDIOT! Homework goes HERE!"
Which is true really. And I honestly tried that. I got to page 17 in my H2 Chem notes (Lecture is still at 7...), something of the like with H2 Maths, tried to understand why the hell it's so hard to just to tell people "Money is exchanged for goods and services, and using 1 trillion dollars to give every American 600 Subway Subs, and iPod and a pair of Ginsu knives is just dumb," and why they've got to do it in about 3000+ words.
And guess what? It was still one-thirty, and all I succeeded in was looking like a closet mugger who's come into the open. Okay, it gave me the chance to pay attention more in Chem...wait no...less busy...not really...Damn, what benefit has it brought me?
Let's see...I spent enough time staring at the back of Rachel's head to realize she dyed streaks into it, had it curled at the ends at one point, doesn't really bother with neatness, and has birthmark at base of neck?
Too many details, I know, and don't worry Rachel, not stalking you!
Okay, that goes into the "Nolelele NO!" catergory. It'll be useful later on I'm sure, but we live in the present, and it needs fixing.
Not enough to go back home, too much to pass quickly, too much to fill completely with homework (At least for now).
-Gym? Possibly for the last hour or two before training starts, which leaves me with 4 hours.
-Library? Sorry, Oldham Library still feels like a step down from SJI's Beurel....Especially content-wise...
-Eat? You're kidding right? I'm 85kg right now, bad idea...
-Sleep? Where? Yet to find a good place to crash out. Bad idea anyway.
- Stare into the air and contemplate the meaning of life? Hmm, interesting, except for the fact that I know the meaning of life already. It's 42. Everyone knows that.
-Use sugar that Mivio gave me with the matches she gave Caleb to make caramel? Caramel good... But caramel is one-use-only. Dammit!
That's it, I'm out of ideas. Time has lost it's ability to come WHEN NEEDED in the right amounts for me, and it's coming up at all the wrong times, causing me to trip over it.
Sort of like me now in rugby. Rusty as hell now, dropping passes like nuts, the new guy telling me to be more aggresive and...
WAIT! Bad Cheng Heng! Enough problems for the week! ONE AT ZE TIME! NO MORE FOR TONIGHT!
Sunday 8 February 2009
One Long Haze Of Sadness
I'll be honest, I'm not entirely at ease here in ACJC. For starters, I don't feel at accepted into my OG, plain and simple. I can say something, and not be heard, or be interrupted mid-way by someone else. Is it my fault? Possibly, probably... You start to realize something is wrong when the girl who arrived in just yesterday fits in better than you do.
I was actually writing a song about the OG. I scrapped it. No one seemed to like it. I know what an "Okay..." or a "Right..." in a certain tone means.
It's like the picture's been taken, and I didn't happened to be in it. Bryant says it'll all fall into place. It has, just that I'm not there either. I could vanish mid-way through something, and they wouldn't notice.
I could pass out somewhere and collapse, and half of the OG wouldn't notice.
And guess what? They didn't. I did pass out. In the middle of the campfire in the hall. One more migraine attack, another to add to my list.
Aside from David, and the other guy who pulled me up and dragged me out of the hall to find help. Couldn't see the other guy through my daze, so I'm sorry if can't give you due credit.
I told them that the flashing lights in the dark and the noise triggered it, which was partially true. My attacks get triggered by a few other reasons, when I'm extremely upset/angry for one.
This is what happened. Marshall, our resident joker, had been dragged onto stage by yours truly after much egging on from everyone else, where we promptly made jackasses of ourselves. Then came something that I felt I really could strut with : Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Right up my alley. I watched the show of the same name so many times, Scenes From a Hat so many times. So I grab Marshall and tell him "Let's go and redeem ourselves mate!".
At that point, Serene tells me to sit down. Then the pause before her next sentence. I always recognize that pause. It's the one you take when you think about how to tell a person to just plain get lost in the nicest way possible without sounding really nasty.
"Sit down, give someone else a chance," she said. Fair enough. In the same breath she joins the rest in encouraging Marshall to get back onto the stage.
At that point, I just had it.
All the times I've been told "Could you move please, I want to stand next to *insert name here*".
All the times I was ignored or cut off mid-sentence.
All the times I got passed over in the games.
All the times I had to shunt my way to the back, because I made a conversational dead-zone with my mere presence.
Helped along by all the damned cheering and lights, my head and eye caught fire and exploded. Someone said "Is he crying?" after awhile. I might have been, for a short time. Then David and someone else hauled me out to get help.
I remember being put into a chair and a kind teacher looking after me and calling my mum, praying for me in between. And I didn't even catch his name. The rest was a haze of pain until about 930, according to the teacher.
The last painful slap? I missed the dances. I missed the dances. The one part of the whole thing I could honestly say I enjoyed and looked forward to.
Oh, I tried to get back in. I even told the teacher I was okay enough to go back in. I didn't dare to push it too far, in case he thought I was faking it. He eventually let me go back into the hall to watch. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone back in, because all I achieved was getting my head throbbing again, and seeing what I was missing.
Serena and Arthas (My OGL's) turned up after a while, along with Rachel and someone who possibly looked like Priscilla to help locate my bag so I could leave. Once they did, I staggered out with the teacher supported by two other OGL's who I also didn't catch the names of, and into my mum's car.
I know it's only a week. I know some things take time to happen. I'm just upset because these things happened, sans one Cheng Heng, a name some of them can't remember even now.
Serena, Arthas, Amanda, I know you three tried. That's one thing I'll give this school credit for, people will truly put their hearts and souls into everything they try.
I'm sorry if I feel like this, if I sound unappreciative, I know I must. I know, odds are it's my fault in some way, but really, all I can do is sigh wistfully when I look back at what happened.
I was actually writing a song about the OG. I scrapped it. No one seemed to like it. I know what an "Okay..." or a "Right..." in a certain tone means.
It's like the picture's been taken, and I didn't happened to be in it. Bryant says it'll all fall into place. It has, just that I'm not there either. I could vanish mid-way through something, and they wouldn't notice.
I could pass out somewhere and collapse, and half of the OG wouldn't notice.
And guess what? They didn't. I did pass out. In the middle of the campfire in the hall. One more migraine attack, another to add to my list.
Aside from David, and the other guy who pulled me up and dragged me out of the hall to find help. Couldn't see the other guy through my daze, so I'm sorry if can't give you due credit.
I told them that the flashing lights in the dark and the noise triggered it, which was partially true. My attacks get triggered by a few other reasons, when I'm extremely upset/angry for one.
This is what happened. Marshall, our resident joker, had been dragged onto stage by yours truly after much egging on from everyone else, where we promptly made jackasses of ourselves. Then came something that I felt I really could strut with : Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Right up my alley. I watched the show of the same name so many times, Scenes From a Hat so many times. So I grab Marshall and tell him "Let's go and redeem ourselves mate!".
At that point, Serene tells me to sit down. Then the pause before her next sentence. I always recognize that pause. It's the one you take when you think about how to tell a person to just plain get lost in the nicest way possible without sounding really nasty.
"Sit down, give someone else a chance," she said. Fair enough. In the same breath she joins the rest in encouraging Marshall to get back onto the stage.
At that point, I just had it.
All the times I've been told "Could you move please, I want to stand next to *insert name here*".
All the times I was ignored or cut off mid-sentence.
All the times I got passed over in the games.
All the times I had to shunt my way to the back, because I made a conversational dead-zone with my mere presence.
Helped along by all the damned cheering and lights, my head and eye caught fire and exploded. Someone said "Is he crying?" after awhile. I might have been, for a short time. Then David and someone else hauled me out to get help.
I remember being put into a chair and a kind teacher looking after me and calling my mum, praying for me in between. And I didn't even catch his name. The rest was a haze of pain until about 930, according to the teacher.
The last painful slap? I missed the dances. I missed the dances. The one part of the whole thing I could honestly say I enjoyed and looked forward to.
Oh, I tried to get back in. I even told the teacher I was okay enough to go back in. I didn't dare to push it too far, in case he thought I was faking it. He eventually let me go back into the hall to watch. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone back in, because all I achieved was getting my head throbbing again, and seeing what I was missing.
Serena and Arthas (My OGL's) turned up after a while, along with Rachel and someone who possibly looked like Priscilla to help locate my bag so I could leave. Once they did, I staggered out with the teacher supported by two other OGL's who I also didn't catch the names of, and into my mum's car.
I know it's only a week. I know some things take time to happen. I'm just upset because these things happened, sans one Cheng Heng, a name some of them can't remember even now.
Serena, Arthas, Amanda, I know you three tried. That's one thing I'll give this school credit for, people will truly put their hearts and souls into everything they try.
I'm sorry if I feel like this, if I sound unappreciative, I know I must. I know, odds are it's my fault in some way, but really, all I can do is sigh wistfully when I look back at what happened.
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