Before I continue with this post, I will hereby dub any comedy with Jack Black in it honourarily win.
April has started off rather well. For the first time in my life, I was not pranked on April Fools!
Deon : Hey Micro, got training today.
Micro : Nut off, its April Fools
Deon : Damn...
Maybe if Loy or Gabriel had done it, it would more believable, but this is Deon we're talking about, the one who only shows up sporadically for training.
Got Bryant on April Fools too.
Me : Hey Bryant, Chinese focus group is canceled today
Bryant : YES!!!! (Does dance)
Me : You do remember what day it is today right??
Bryant : **** you...
Ms Kaur's was still the most 1337 prank though. 423 tried to prank her by switching class with 106, she screwed them over, "sent" them down to the first level, then borrowed 422 from Mr Tung to laugh at them while she waved a sign that said "April Fools" at them.
When with Sam (Loh, now to be known was pale Sam to prevent confusion), Sam (Wong) and Bryant, initially to watch Horton at Cineleisure. Got the bus stop late, really late. Bryant was so bored waiting for me, he was studying Chemistry. And apparently, pale Sam had kept him in the dark about what we were going to do the whole time. He thought we were going LANning I think.
Speaking for LANning, I am disappointed in Singapore's gaming scene sometimes. It seems that we're confined to solely playing DotA or some other Warcraft mod, or playing Counterstrike. We lack finesse... Bryant agrees too...
Luohan : Eh best friend, I heard you got 4 kills in 27 CS matches once...
Me : Shut up lah, you want to play me in Call of Duty 4??
Luohan : What the **** is that??? I bet Counterstrike pons it.
This is Luohan, a guy who goes to LAN as often as some people change their socks. And he has never even HEARD of CoD4. Frickin CoD4!!! Of course, one can't really blame him, its the society. Like a Chinese expository, one must blame the society, the school and the parents whenever a problem with the youth comes out as the question.
Anyhow, back on track, Bryant noticed that everyone was dressed to kill on Orchad Road.
Bryant : And here I am wearing a "you mom never gets old" shirt and short pants, not jeans. Why is everyone so image conscious? I mean, I don't really care about my image most of the time.
Me : Herd mentality, they think everyone cares about what they look like. Or maybe because you're standing next to me. Everyone looks pretty standing next to me.
Bryant : Possibly...
Me : We could be the only enlightened ones in the community, free from this strain...Or we could be the insane ones because we don't care about how we look
Bryant : All true...
Me : My Subway sense is tingling!! There is a Subway here too!
We met up with the two Sams, but Cineleisure wasn't showing Horton, so we legged it to Shaw House nearby, with Sam trying to rip out pale Sam's kidney for some reason. I did not get a cheap shot at him while I was at it. I do not lie impulsively. It didn't have Horton either if I remember right, so we decided on Be Kind Rewind.
The saleswoman at the counter gave us the wrong timeslot at first, but even when we switched to the earlier show, we still had an hour to burn. Thank the Lord for Samantha Wong. Between random prodding and attempting to pull out pale Sam's vital organs when he remarks about her lack of height from time to time, she makes for great conversation. And she art generous with hugs.
Bryant : I think I need to get a refund on my ticket, I really need to go...
Me : But why??
Bryant : I really have to leave, my parents want me back home.
Me : Tell them the bus broke down. Or there was a terrorism drill on.
Bryant : No one buys those...
Pale Sam : Come on, you just wasted your whole weekend.
Bryant : I never had one in the first place. I had to spend it studying. Yes, go ahead and insult me.
Me : You are epic fail. Noob.
Bryant : Thats more annoying than insulting actually.
Pale Sam : I think he needs a hug.
(I hug him)
Pale Sam : Now he needs a detox chamber.
Sam : I'll do it
(She hugs him)
Pale Sam : Right, he's good now.
(She hugs the pale one)
Sam : (To me) You want a hug too??
Me : ???? (Out comes my signature blank look)
Pale Sam : You really don't want to do that.
(She hugs me anyway)
Such bravery is commendable, for it is rare indeed. Maybe this proves there actually is a girl out there somewhere who can accept me for the biohazard I am?
Yeah, well Bryant did eventually leave us when he got a refund on his ticket (deserter!). Too bad for him, Be Kind Rewind was hilarious. For Jack Black was in it.
Its about an old man, Mr Fletcher, has a video rental store called Be Kind Rewind, which is failing, so he takes time off to study the more successful chains, leaving it in the hands of his employee Mike, with instructions not to let his best friend Jerry (Black) into the store, for he destroys everything he touches.
Coincidentally, Jerry comes up with a plan to destroy the nearby power plant, believing that the FBI is using it to broadcast electronic waves to mind control him. He attempts to do so by sneaking into the plant at night and throwing a grappling hook into the transformer.
Which gets him electrocuted, and magnetized. Mike reluctantly lets him into the store for treatment when he stumbles in looking wasted, and arranges all the tapes inside, unwittingly erasing all of them, and the rest of the movie follows them desperately trying to re-act (Or as they call it, "sweding") the erased movies that customers want, roping in Alma, a girl in a laundromart, to help them "swede" the movies. Jerry eventually loses his magnetism when he takes a piss on the street, which is also magnetized. It was a true WIN scene to watch all the nuts, bolts, drink
Their "Sweded" movies are a hit with the customers, and they do brisk business, and just in time too, since Mr Fletcher learns that he needs to refurbish the place to prevent it from being demolished by the city council, and needs 60 grand to do so. All goes well till the Copyright Office arrives and destroys all their "sweded" movies for copyright infringement using a steam roller.
With a few thousand left to go, Mike, Jerry and Alma make one last "sweded" movie, one of their own so the Copyright Office can't arrest them. This time, it is about the jazz legend Fat Waller, who never actually lived in the town, using the last week they have before the demolition to film it. Despite a hundred people coming to watch it, they can't raise enough money to stop the demolition. Mr Fletcher resignedly goes out to tell the workmen outside that they can start when he finds out the entire town has gathered outside to watch the film. And it ends there.
Couple of my favourite lines
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Mike : Okay, now to shoot the final scene of Ghostbusters...
Jerry : Hold it!! You can't shoot a dramatic scene during the day! You can't!
Mike : Jerry, Miss Falewicz will be here in less than an hour, we don't have time!
(Jerry reaches for the camera)
Mike : Are you nuts, you're magnetized remember, you'll erase everything!
Jerry : Sigh, there's a button that says "Negative", press it.
Mike : You're right, it works. But I'm white in it. And you're black.
Jerry : Again, I have an idea
(They photostat their faces and wear the paper as masks)
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Mike : (Running while filming the credits for the Ghostbusters film) This film was written and produced by Dan Akroyd. (Hums out Ghostbusters theme song)
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Baliff : I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate every tape here for copyright infringement.
Jerry : You can't do that!!
Baliff : Yes I can. The copyright message is shown at the start of every video.
Jerry : But we erased that too!
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JD : Thats a rip off man, ten bucks for a video!
Jerry : They're, erm, sweded...
Alma : Yeah they're, erm, from, Sweden!
JD : Sweden's a country, not a verb.
Alma : Its an expensive country, thats why the videos are so expensive!
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Jerry : Sorry, we only allow 2 movies to be taken out per account, store policy.
JD : Thats cool, I want to start an account right now.
Alma : We're going to need your date of birth, a letter from your parents if you're a minor, a list of countries which you've traveled to prior to registraion, your blood type, records from your last ten dentist visits and your top 10 favourite movies.
JD : You're lucky we don't beat girls up.
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For some reason, Sam kept tapping my feet during the movie. Intentionally or not, I don't know. I was too busy eating my Subway sandwich to ask.
Pale Sam's dad called me on my way home. From Tokyo. To see if I had any idea where his son was. I honestly had no idea where he had gone, though it sounded like I covered up for pale Sam to prevent his parents from tearing him a new bodily orifice in him. So he owes me big anyway.
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Thursday, 20 March 2008
Back Into the Tempest
School has returned, with a vengeance. The one week break was short, fast, but appreciated. Had enough time to look back on Term 1. Still okay, but losing steam, and I can't afford to do so now. Not with the stakes so high...
Anyway, back to normal speech. We've made our way to round 2 in the rugby tournament, played our first second stage match against Unity. Which, despite their reputation as one of the better neighbourhood schools, we won by a bigger margin than against the earlier groups. I only managed a 2 minute cameo toward the end. Enough to see one try get leaked past us.
Luhan wishes for an announcement that he has scored his first try ever for SJI! He scored somewhere in the first half after refusing orders from Gabriel to send it out, and became possibly the first retainee ever to score a try for the school. In recent history at least.
Mid Year and the Chinese O-Level are getting uncomfortably close...
Don't have much to say after that...
Anyway, back to normal speech. We've made our way to round 2 in the rugby tournament, played our first second stage match against Unity. Which, despite their reputation as one of the better neighbourhood schools, we won by a bigger margin than against the earlier groups. I only managed a 2 minute cameo toward the end. Enough to see one try get leaked past us.
Luhan wishes for an announcement that he has scored his first try ever for SJI! He scored somewhere in the first half after refusing orders from Gabriel to send it out, and became possibly the first retainee ever to score a try for the school. In recent history at least.
Mid Year and the Chinese O-Level are getting uncomfortably close...
Don't have much to say after that...
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Its Been A Good Night
I'd just like to say, UWCSEA's play owned anything our school has put up so far. Of course, its location doesn't...
I rained pretty bad on the day itself, and Bryant didn't finish his dinner till around six, so halfway through our bus journey there the only way to get to UWC before 7.10 was to take a cab (You will now forget that I owe you half the cab fare Bryant).
Our troubles weren't over yet when we finally reached the place. Now we had to locate Sam and Shen Shin, who managed to get there on time. Now we had to find our ticket dealer for the act.
Bryant : And can you stop calling him the ticket DEALER, you make it sound like he sells crack on the side.
Me : Noted, so what does this guy look like?
Bryant : Indi says its a short Indian guy named Nick.
Me : Thats really descriptive of him.
Bryant : Is that him (Points to entrance)
Me : Dude, that can't be Nick, thats a chick...
Bryant : Unless we're at the wrong swimming pool...
Me : If this place has more than one swimming pool, this is one sweet campus
Turns out, we weren't at the wrong one. And for the record, this Nick wasn't that short.
Then came the mix up of the two Sam's.
Bryant : Right, now we've got to meet Sam, Shen Shin, and the other Sam.
Me : There's two Sams??
Bryant : Well, yeah... but...
Me : Sam Wang is here?
Bryant : No, not Sam Wang, Sam's friend Sam...
Me : You're losing me here...
Bryant : Okay, Sam's friend Samantha is studying here as well, and...
Me : Wait, our Sam has a friend named Sam, who isn't Sam Wang, and is a girl?
Bryant : Yes...
We finally meet up with Sam, Shen Shin, and Sam 2, and try to locate the correct theatre. Now, I finally see why having just one PAC in your school is a good thing. There was this huge queue when we found the right place, and keeping in mind that the act was a sellout, I thought to myself "Why doesn't this happen with our school?"
I found my answer. The inside was about the same size as the one the school brought us to on some distant excursion in the Esplanade. (See one of my older posts, the one about leaving reality for fantasy or fantasy to reality, I can't remember)
Nevertheless, the act was good. Not just good, great actually. Way better than the Taming Game and whatever our school's ever come up with. It's about a young man, Eugene Jerome, who is shipped off to boot camp in Mississippi during World War Two, and the hilarious events that entailed. It deals with the interaction with his squad mates, as well as his coming of age, as well as how he survives his sadistic and possibly insane drill sergeant.
It was during the intermission that I got to know Sam 2. As well as learn that she beat up Sam when they were in Primary 4. She seems like a nice person. She gave me something else to taunt Sam with, the pale jokes are getting stale. She whacked me towards the end of the intermission because I was still on my DS.
Here's a few lines which I simply loved. I can't remember some (well, most actually) of the names, so I'll just dodge using them whenever possible.
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In Eugenes's diary,
And this guy, well, he masturbates about 4 or 5 times a night, and can be heard shouting "Five's been fired, and six is being loaded!".
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Pretty sure that caused a couple of awkward moments for the younger kid's parents.
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Sergeant Tuney : Men, in my 10 years of being a noncom, I've dealt with all sorts of offenses, from mutiny to sodomy. Now, I consider those minor offenses. Mutiny is the expression of repressed feelings that are being let out in one go. Sodomy is doing something you really want to do, but with someone you really don't want to do it with.
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When the squad is visiting a brothel
Eugene : What if she's really ugly??
Squadmate : Then you just close your eyes and think of some girl in high school...
Eugene : I don't want to, thats only as good as doing it with yourself...
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When talking about what they'd do if they had a week left to live
Eugene : So what would you do?
Squadmate : Me?? I'd find that perfect girl for and.... (I can't remember)
Eugene : Got a girl in mind?
Squadamte : Sure do. (Makes humping movements) The Queen of England!
Another Squadmate : What the hell? Thats like doing it with your own grandma!
Yet Another Squadmate : And what about the other guys? Like the King of England?
Squadmate : Of come on, the King and Queen only get it on once a year to make a prince.
Another Squadmate : And isn't the Queen like holed up in Buckingham Palace?
Squadmate : Nope, when she sees me coming, she'll tell the guards "Let that handsome and sexy young man through". So how'd I do Eugene?
Eugene : C-. That was bankrupt, morally, content wise and sexually. But it had style.
Another Squadmate : I'm out of here, I'm not listening to a guy who'd shag is own grandma.
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Well, there's probably more, but I can't remember. It ends with Eugene hurting his back while falling out of a jeep in England and missing the war, and finally fulfilling his dream to become a writer when he is hired to be a writer with the army newspaper.
We decided, after much argument, to head to King Albert Park for dinner. As we were walking out to the bus stop, I saw Bryant and Samantha pull out their phones and consult each other on the topic of numbers. I assumed that Bryant had pulled off one real smooth move, which really surprised me since since he's not that sort of guy.
Samantha is a fun girl to be around with. Not in that sense. She's a laugh a minute, and as Bryant described her, candid. The case with the high heels, butts and sex was one example, and she's pretty cute to boot. Then again, she's too grossed out by my dining experiences in the Chem labs, and she's got the same last name as me, so most stuff would look kind of weird. Then again, I've always been more than a little weird.
Sam had to leave early because he had something on, so that left us with one Bryant, one Slummer, one Shen Shin, and one more Sam left. Then Sam had to leave because her parents wanted her back, and Shen Shin he might as well head home at that point. So that left just me and Bryant. As we made our way across to the Mac's, I questioned Bryant on his smooth move.
Me : Woah dude, that was one sweet trick to get her number.
Bryant : What? I didn't? What gave you that idea??
Me : Two phones out, discussion of numbers, what do you want me to think?
Bryant : I didn't! I mean, I wouldn't mind her number, but I didn't.
Me : I don't blame you man, she was kinda cute. She was way too freaked out to about my Chem lab mealtimes. Gotta find a girl who's comfortable with that.
Me : Know how Shen Shin left when she did? You think...??
Bryant : Maybe...
Me : Nah, really doubt that... Shen Shin we're talking about here.
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At the risk of Shen Shin beating the crap out of me (or trying to at least), I will post the rest of the conversation at the Mac's after Shen Shin came back and left us again after getting a MacFlurry.
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Bryant : Well, Sex (Damien dubbed Shen Shin that) just pang sehed us. Again.
Me : The first time had its benefits. Can you imagine discussing emotions and love with Shen Shin?
Bryant : Nope
Me : Yeah, probably when he looks at her, his on board computer lists
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Subject : Samatha ???
Status : Worker production factory. Disregard otherwise.
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Bryant : And the rest of us?
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Subject : Wong Cheng Heng
Status : Biological hazard, will eat anything in its path. Eliminate immediately.
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Subject : Bryant Chan
Status : Sarcastic enough to make trees wilt. Eliminate immediately.
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Subject : Samuel Loh
Status : Owns Xbox 360. Subterfuge immediately
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Subject : Mark Chia
Status : Perpetual wanker. Stay out of range
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On the bus trip back, I asked Bryant whether I really did look like Chris like Samantha had said. I got a "except for the glasses, and maybe the nose, no." Sigh, always being mistaken for someone else. One of Bryant's sisters thinks I'm Jin, the other one things I'm Sam, I'm mistaken for Max in my team now and then, as Amos now and then, and for a Vietnamese scholar by a few Sec 3's.
I rained pretty bad on the day itself, and Bryant didn't finish his dinner till around six, so halfway through our bus journey there the only way to get to UWC before 7.10 was to take a cab (You will now forget that I owe you half the cab fare Bryant).
Our troubles weren't over yet when we finally reached the place. Now we had to locate Sam and Shen Shin, who managed to get there on time. Now we had to find our ticket dealer for the act.
Bryant : And can you stop calling him the ticket DEALER, you make it sound like he sells crack on the side.
Me : Noted, so what does this guy look like?
Bryant : Indi says its a short Indian guy named Nick.
Me : Thats really descriptive of him.
Bryant : Is that him (Points to entrance)
Me : Dude, that can't be Nick, thats a chick...
Bryant : Unless we're at the wrong swimming pool...
Me : If this place has more than one swimming pool, this is one sweet campus
Turns out, we weren't at the wrong one. And for the record, this Nick wasn't that short.
Then came the mix up of the two Sam's.
Bryant : Right, now we've got to meet Sam, Shen Shin, and the other Sam.
Me : There's two Sams??
Bryant : Well, yeah... but...
Me : Sam Wang is here?
Bryant : No, not Sam Wang, Sam's friend Sam...
Me : You're losing me here...
Bryant : Okay, Sam's friend Samantha is studying here as well, and...
Me : Wait, our Sam has a friend named Sam, who isn't Sam Wang, and is a girl?
Bryant : Yes...
We finally meet up with Sam, Shen Shin, and Sam 2, and try to locate the correct theatre. Now, I finally see why having just one PAC in your school is a good thing. There was this huge queue when we found the right place, and keeping in mind that the act was a sellout, I thought to myself "Why doesn't this happen with our school?"
I found my answer. The inside was about the same size as the one the school brought us to on some distant excursion in the Esplanade. (See one of my older posts, the one about leaving reality for fantasy or fantasy to reality, I can't remember)
Nevertheless, the act was good. Not just good, great actually. Way better than the Taming Game and whatever our school's ever come up with. It's about a young man, Eugene Jerome, who is shipped off to boot camp in Mississippi during World War Two, and the hilarious events that entailed. It deals with the interaction with his squad mates, as well as his coming of age, as well as how he survives his sadistic and possibly insane drill sergeant.
It was during the intermission that I got to know Sam 2. As well as learn that she beat up Sam when they were in Primary 4. She seems like a nice person. She gave me something else to taunt Sam with, the pale jokes are getting stale. She whacked me towards the end of the intermission because I was still on my DS.
Here's a few lines which I simply loved. I can't remember some (well, most actually) of the names, so I'll just dodge using them whenever possible.
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In Eugenes's diary,
And this guy, well, he masturbates about 4 or 5 times a night, and can be heard shouting "Five's been fired, and six is being loaded!".
-----------------
Pretty sure that caused a couple of awkward moments for the younger kid's parents.
-----------------
Sergeant Tuney : Men, in my 10 years of being a noncom, I've dealt with all sorts of offenses, from mutiny to sodomy. Now, I consider those minor offenses. Mutiny is the expression of repressed feelings that are being let out in one go. Sodomy is doing something you really want to do, but with someone you really don't want to do it with.
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When the squad is visiting a brothel
Eugene : What if she's really ugly??
Squadmate : Then you just close your eyes and think of some girl in high school...
Eugene : I don't want to, thats only as good as doing it with yourself...
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When talking about what they'd do if they had a week left to live
Eugene : So what would you do?
Squadmate : Me?? I'd find that perfect girl for and.... (I can't remember)
Eugene : Got a girl in mind?
Squadamte : Sure do. (Makes humping movements) The Queen of England!
Another Squadmate : What the hell? Thats like doing it with your own grandma!
Yet Another Squadmate : And what about the other guys? Like the King of England?
Squadmate : Of come on, the King and Queen only get it on once a year to make a prince.
Another Squadmate : And isn't the Queen like holed up in Buckingham Palace?
Squadmate : Nope, when she sees me coming, she'll tell the guards "Let that handsome and sexy young man through". So how'd I do Eugene?
Eugene : C-. That was bankrupt, morally, content wise and sexually. But it had style.
Another Squadmate : I'm out of here, I'm not listening to a guy who'd shag is own grandma.
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Well, there's probably more, but I can't remember. It ends with Eugene hurting his back while falling out of a jeep in England and missing the war, and finally fulfilling his dream to become a writer when he is hired to be a writer with the army newspaper.
We decided, after much argument, to head to King Albert Park for dinner. As we were walking out to the bus stop, I saw Bryant and Samantha pull out their phones and consult each other on the topic of numbers. I assumed that Bryant had pulled off one real smooth move, which really surprised me since since he's not that sort of guy.
Samantha is a fun girl to be around with. Not in that sense. She's a laugh a minute, and as Bryant described her, candid. The case with the high heels, butts and sex was one example, and she's pretty cute to boot. Then again, she's too grossed out by my dining experiences in the Chem labs, and she's got the same last name as me, so most stuff would look kind of weird. Then again, I've always been more than a little weird.
Sam had to leave early because he had something on, so that left us with one Bryant, one Slummer, one Shen Shin, and one more Sam left. Then Sam had to leave because her parents wanted her back, and Shen Shin he might as well head home at that point. So that left just me and Bryant. As we made our way across to the Mac's, I questioned Bryant on his smooth move.
Me : Woah dude, that was one sweet trick to get her number.
Bryant : What? I didn't? What gave you that idea??
Me : Two phones out, discussion of numbers, what do you want me to think?
Bryant : I didn't! I mean, I wouldn't mind her number, but I didn't.
Me : I don't blame you man, she was kinda cute. She was way too freaked out to about my Chem lab mealtimes. Gotta find a girl who's comfortable with that.
Me : Know how Shen Shin left when she did? You think...??
Bryant : Maybe...
Me : Nah, really doubt that... Shen Shin we're talking about here.
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At the risk of Shen Shin beating the crap out of me (or trying to at least), I will post the rest of the conversation at the Mac's after Shen Shin came back and left us again after getting a MacFlurry.
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Bryant : Well, Sex (Damien dubbed Shen Shin that) just pang sehed us. Again.
Me : The first time had its benefits. Can you imagine discussing emotions and love with Shen Shin?
Bryant : Nope
Me : Yeah, probably when he looks at her, his on board computer lists
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Subject : Samatha ???
Status : Worker production factory. Disregard otherwise.
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Bryant : And the rest of us?
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Subject : Wong Cheng Heng
Status : Biological hazard, will eat anything in its path. Eliminate immediately.
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Subject : Bryant Chan
Status : Sarcastic enough to make trees wilt. Eliminate immediately.
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Subject : Samuel Loh
Status : Owns Xbox 360. Subterfuge immediately
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Subject : Mark Chia
Status : Perpetual wanker. Stay out of range
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On the bus trip back, I asked Bryant whether I really did look like Chris like Samantha had said. I got a "except for the glasses, and maybe the nose, no." Sigh, always being mistaken for someone else. One of Bryant's sisters thinks I'm Jin, the other one things I'm Sam, I'm mistaken for Max in my team now and then, as Amos now and then, and for a Vietnamese scholar by a few Sec 3's.
Saturday, 1 March 2008
Big, Big Events
Big things have happened Very big things
1. An escaped terrorist leader
I shit you not. The leader of the Singapore branch of JI escaped from Whitley detention center, and was supposedly hiding in the woods near Malcolm Park. Which is right next to my school. I normally fall asleep on the car journey to my school but when I woke up, I thought my parents had driven into an army base or something. There was an armed soldier every few meters along the pavement, stretching for about 300 meters. I was like "WTF?!?!?!" (This was before I knew about what was going on) Didn't take me long to hustle out what the situation was, and why the hell it warranted the presence of a squad of Special Forces on the campus, and perhaps an entire frigging company of troops lining Whitley Road, complete with armoured vehicles.
From what I found out, its the same crazy bastard that plotted to blow up the American Embassy here as well as Yishun station before the police forced him to blow the country, before finally being caught in Indonesia. JI are also the same lunatics who planned Bali bombings 1 and 2.
The idea of a terrorist leader running around the woods didn't put the school off from lessons, and classes continued on.
Currently still at large....
2. Physics O-Level SPA
And how I messed it up... I know I did... Don't feel like discussing it....
3. Campaign didn't turn out as planned...
Some of my subjects came up to the mark, some didn't, thats all I feel like saying right now...
1. An escaped terrorist leader
I shit you not. The leader of the Singapore branch of JI escaped from Whitley detention center, and was supposedly hiding in the woods near Malcolm Park. Which is right next to my school. I normally fall asleep on the car journey to my school but when I woke up, I thought my parents had driven into an army base or something. There was an armed soldier every few meters along the pavement, stretching for about 300 meters. I was like "WTF?!?!?!" (This was before I knew about what was going on) Didn't take me long to hustle out what the situation was, and why the hell it warranted the presence of a squad of Special Forces on the campus, and perhaps an entire frigging company of troops lining Whitley Road, complete with armoured vehicles.
From what I found out, its the same crazy bastard that plotted to blow up the American Embassy here as well as Yishun station before the police forced him to blow the country, before finally being caught in Indonesia. JI are also the same lunatics who planned Bali bombings 1 and 2.
The idea of a terrorist leader running around the woods didn't put the school off from lessons, and classes continued on.
Currently still at large....
2. Physics O-Level SPA
And how I messed it up... I know I did... Don't feel like discussing it....
3. Campaign didn't turn out as planned...
Some of my subjects came up to the mark, some didn't, thats all I feel like saying right now...
Saturday, 23 February 2008
Brothers In Arms
Its been a month or so since the finalization of my demotion from starting player to substitute. I pretty much got over it, mostly helped by the fact that I could be considered a supersub with Luohan and Gerald.
I saw plenty of action already after just three games, the third being today. I was brought on at every game, and while the first one was okay, the second and third one were the dirtiest matches I've every played.
The second match was against Green Ridge, got brought on 15 minutes into the second half, and they were plenty dirty already. Every scrum involved them hurling long sentences in Malay that George said were swear words. One guy tried to pull me out of the ruck by my neck. In a rage I shot my head upwards head butted him in the stomach and threw him my best pai kiah look (still not very good). Amazingly, he backed off. They punched, they kicked, their linesman was biased, referee was pretty blind, it made for a bad game, and if I'm not wrong, they tried to field an overage player. Worst game I had.
Till today of course. We scored first blood against Bukit Batok, but Tim missed the conversion. (His kicking has been off form of late...) Then they intercepted a pass Loy was offloading to Gabriel, and they burned down the wing, and converted their try. 7-5, we were actually losing. I watched from the sidelines anxiously with Gerald and Arjun (Luohan started in place of Jamal, who was injured) as our scrums got pwned by theirs. SJI has always been known for solid scrums, but right now we were getting owned left, right and center by theirs. Luohan was getting bullied by that brute of a prop they had, and by the 20th or so minute he was looking pretty beat up.
Thats when coach told me and Arjun to warm up. We got sent in not long after that to relieve Luohan and Jun Teng. Thats when I got my first look at my opposite number in the scrum. At around 180cm and 80-90kg, the first thing that crossed my mind at the first scrum was "shit". Of course, when we actually got down to business, he found he couldn't outshove me. At the next one he tried shaking like a bitch to try and destabilize me (Yes, this is against the rules. Duh...). Loy told me if I hadn't been wearing a scrum cap, I wouldn't have lasted against him. I held on for dear life and thanked the heavens for my scrum cap. Then when he moved up, I ducked down and rammed my shoulder into his stomach. Pwned bitch!
The game was bad tempered to say the least. The buggers were perpetually offside, they conceded at least 10 penalties, and thats not counting the ones the shortsighted ref didn't see... We fought our way back to their try line before we knocked the ball on and conceded a scrum to them. By now I didn't fear the behemoth that now tried to stare me down. All the times I had staring contests with Oliver and numerous other people paid off.
Now, on one ruck right on their try line, everyone was lined up for the final attack. Matthew and another 2 forwards were already lined up to crash through and score on the right. I covered the left side alone in case they won the ball back and ran through there. I waited to dash across to join Matthew once Arjun passed him the ball, but then all of a sudden, Arjun shouts "Micro, your ball!!!" and flings it to me!! The mother of all WTFs went through my head, and I only had enough time to brace for impact before two of their guys hurtled at me and shot me down. But as usual, they were offside, and we got a penalty, and while they were still stunned Loy took the ball, tapped it, dashed the short 5 meters with no one realizing what was going on to score and FINALLY put us ahead. I guess in a way I helped with that one, I did win the penalty after all...
The rest of the game for me involved charging with the ball once or twice or clearing rucks while screaming and shouting like a madman. I do it so often I've become known for it. Most of the team thinks I'm nuts to do it, but Max apparently finds it inspirational, or so he claims (Thats my apprentice!! 8] )
It turned really soured after Mr. Behemoth got so pissed off at not totally frigging pwning me in the scrum that he punched me as I came out of it. Incensed, I fought the urge to rip his necklace off and stuff it up one of his bodily orifices, and did the sensible thing, which was complained to my captain (Loy), who in turn complained to the referee. The ref said he saw it, but he didn't do anything about it. Well, just got one thing to say to you ref. Fuck you. Bitch. Well, thats actually two....
I wanted to try out Matthew's trick of pinching the guy's sides, but I had to move down to lock before I got the chance, since coach wanted Wei Shun out. Highlight of the game was when pushed all the way back to our try line, when they passed it out to one of their guys I rushed up so fast the guy didn't even have time to move. Matthew and Loy couldn't believe I could move that fast. I never actually felt I was going fast, but I was still really pissed off at the punch, so yeah, possibly that.
We eventually won 15-7, a scrappy win, but still a win. George was crying after the match. He thinks its his fault that we lost just about all the scrums in the first half. Well, Matthew did mention the scrum stabilized after I was brought on late in the first half, but seriously, how George managed to maintain so long with an injured back is beyond me.
George, if you ever read this, its okay man, I know how it feels. But seriously, you fought plenty hard, pretty good considering your back. Cheer up man.
I saw plenty of action already after just three games, the third being today. I was brought on at every game, and while the first one was okay, the second and third one were the dirtiest matches I've every played.
The second match was against Green Ridge, got brought on 15 minutes into the second half, and they were plenty dirty already. Every scrum involved them hurling long sentences in Malay that George said were swear words. One guy tried to pull me out of the ruck by my neck. In a rage I shot my head upwards head butted him in the stomach and threw him my best pai kiah look (still not very good). Amazingly, he backed off. They punched, they kicked, their linesman was biased, referee was pretty blind, it made for a bad game, and if I'm not wrong, they tried to field an overage player. Worst game I had.
Till today of course. We scored first blood against Bukit Batok, but Tim missed the conversion. (His kicking has been off form of late...) Then they intercepted a pass Loy was offloading to Gabriel, and they burned down the wing, and converted their try. 7-5, we were actually losing. I watched from the sidelines anxiously with Gerald and Arjun (Luohan started in place of Jamal, who was injured) as our scrums got pwned by theirs. SJI has always been known for solid scrums, but right now we were getting owned left, right and center by theirs. Luohan was getting bullied by that brute of a prop they had, and by the 20th or so minute he was looking pretty beat up.
Thats when coach told me and Arjun to warm up. We got sent in not long after that to relieve Luohan and Jun Teng. Thats when I got my first look at my opposite number in the scrum. At around 180cm and 80-90kg, the first thing that crossed my mind at the first scrum was "shit". Of course, when we actually got down to business, he found he couldn't outshove me. At the next one he tried shaking like a bitch to try and destabilize me (Yes, this is against the rules. Duh...). Loy told me if I hadn't been wearing a scrum cap, I wouldn't have lasted against him. I held on for dear life and thanked the heavens for my scrum cap. Then when he moved up, I ducked down and rammed my shoulder into his stomach. Pwned bitch!
The game was bad tempered to say the least. The buggers were perpetually offside, they conceded at least 10 penalties, and thats not counting the ones the shortsighted ref didn't see... We fought our way back to their try line before we knocked the ball on and conceded a scrum to them. By now I didn't fear the behemoth that now tried to stare me down. All the times I had staring contests with Oliver and numerous other people paid off.
Now, on one ruck right on their try line, everyone was lined up for the final attack. Matthew and another 2 forwards were already lined up to crash through and score on the right. I covered the left side alone in case they won the ball back and ran through there. I waited to dash across to join Matthew once Arjun passed him the ball, but then all of a sudden, Arjun shouts "Micro, your ball!!!" and flings it to me!! The mother of all WTFs went through my head, and I only had enough time to brace for impact before two of their guys hurtled at me and shot me down. But as usual, they were offside, and we got a penalty, and while they were still stunned Loy took the ball, tapped it, dashed the short 5 meters with no one realizing what was going on to score and FINALLY put us ahead. I guess in a way I helped with that one, I did win the penalty after all...
The rest of the game for me involved charging with the ball once or twice or clearing rucks while screaming and shouting like a madman. I do it so often I've become known for it. Most of the team thinks I'm nuts to do it, but Max apparently finds it inspirational, or so he claims (Thats my apprentice!! 8] )
It turned really soured after Mr. Behemoth got so pissed off at not totally frigging pwning me in the scrum that he punched me as I came out of it. Incensed, I fought the urge to rip his necklace off and stuff it up one of his bodily orifices, and did the sensible thing, which was complained to my captain (Loy), who in turn complained to the referee. The ref said he saw it, but he didn't do anything about it. Well, just got one thing to say to you ref. Fuck you. Bitch. Well, thats actually two....
I wanted to try out Matthew's trick of pinching the guy's sides, but I had to move down to lock before I got the chance, since coach wanted Wei Shun out. Highlight of the game was when pushed all the way back to our try line, when they passed it out to one of their guys I rushed up so fast the guy didn't even have time to move. Matthew and Loy couldn't believe I could move that fast. I never actually felt I was going fast, but I was still really pissed off at the punch, so yeah, possibly that.
We eventually won 15-7, a scrappy win, but still a win. George was crying after the match. He thinks its his fault that we lost just about all the scrums in the first half. Well, Matthew did mention the scrum stabilized after I was brought on late in the first half, but seriously, how George managed to maintain so long with an injured back is beyond me.
George, if you ever read this, its okay man, I know how it feels. But seriously, you fought plenty hard, pretty good considering your back. Cheer up man.
A campaign begins, and a campaign ends...
Sigh, so little time to post with the Common Tests...
Admittedly, I wasn't as committed as I was in the second half of the year last year, a problem I intend to correct by the next term.
A Maths - My trump card went according to plan, no problems there
E Maths - Should have been easy, ran out of time, like a lot of people
Chemistry - Do-able, an A is definitely possible
Physics - Same as above
History - Blanked out for international relations for SS, history was smooth.
Literature - My answer was pretty darn short, just two pages long. The unseen prose came out from Life Of Pi by Yann Martel.
Well, I didn't do as well as I'd hoped, but not as badly as I could have. Really got to fix this by next term...
Hours Spent Mugging : 8
Admittedly, I wasn't as committed as I was in the second half of the year last year, a problem I intend to correct by the next term.
A Maths - My trump card went according to plan, no problems there
E Maths - Should have been easy, ran out of time, like a lot of people
Chemistry - Do-able, an A is definitely possible
Physics - Same as above
History - Blanked out for international relations for SS, history was smooth.
Literature - My answer was pretty darn short, just two pages long. The unseen prose came out from Life Of Pi by Yann Martel.
Well, I didn't do as well as I'd hoped, but not as badly as I could have. Really got to fix this by next term...
Hours Spent Mugging : 8
Thursday, 14 February 2008
Love hurts, some Valentine's...
Well, its bad day. Following on the back of another bad day, which started off with me, and 50 other Sec 4 guys getting screwed over by Mr. Liew for not bringing our thermometers. He was in a rather creative mood that morning, making us run a couple of times back and forth to the tennis court and making us squat while attempting (emphasis on attempting) to drill in the seriousness of the situation, and made us write a reflection of what would happen if bird flu did come to Singapore. He didn't green form us because they ran out of green forms, all of them having been used on the previous levels.
I spammed everything I saw from all the documentaries of epidemics from the Discovery Channel and NatGeo for that reflection, throwing in everything from Variola Major (More commonly known as smallpox) to Vietnamese duck blood pudding (I swear that exists). Speaking of the Vietnamese, a couple of Sec 3s mistook me for a Vietnamese scholar. Okay, I may have lived 3 years in Vietnam, but that shouldn't have any bearing on how I look should it?? Not that thats a bad thing, seen from another angle it could mean I look intelligent. Well, I am packing comparable brain power the real McCoys tote around. Okay, that sounded narcissistic, I know.
Anyway, back to my bad day. After giving myself a mental pat on the back for remembering my thermometer today, I realized I had forgotten to photostat my IC for the O-Level registration...
My Lit presentation looked like crap in comparison to the other ones... Damn, hate that feeling...
And after that, Shen Shin continued his run of reminding me of my loss to him at Dark Crusade for the 11th day in the running now, which is every day after the match. Got into another argument when the prick mentioned Eldar are only good for using excess bolter rounds on. Some good came out of these endless arguments for once.
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SS : What possessed you to attack my base in the Eye Of Gorgon and in Eden? Did you actually think you could win??
Me : My Farseer.... got something in his inner eye, so he didn't see it coming.
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The argument then went on to his Communist sympathies. He of course, used the old claim that he was an idealist, not a Communist.
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Me : Commie
SS : I'm not a Communist, I'm a idealist
Me : Fascist
SS : Communism isn't fascism
Me : The way Joe Stalin ran Russia, it sure was, one man in charge.
SS : See, Communism, in its ideals, is good....
Me : Same could be said for fascism. Everything is good ideally
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Coincidentally, it was English, and it just so happened our Commonwealth and
expository essays came back, so our argument switched to that... Shen Shin, the competitive freak he was, was out to compare marks in no time. Its somewhere around here he reminds me I lost an 8 point lead in Unreal to him to lose the game.
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SS : How much did you get??
Me : 24, see, Eldar are a good essay topic
SS : Let me see that... Wait, you wrote out of point
Me : Did not. What did you get
SS : 20...
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And he calls me a sore loser. It stretched on to comparing our English marks last year.... We both got 21 for the expository.
Anyway, already pretty pissed off at the day's downs and the fact that I couldn't think of anything to write for Valentine's Day, I discovered Shen Shin had actually detailed my losses on Eden on Bryant's blog. Twice. With the purpose of "annoying me"
You see, this is why I never warmed up to Shen Shin. He will obstinately defend his own views right or wrong, turn both eyes away from any losses he has, and force people to turn three on his wins. Its not the first Valentine's he's mucked up for me. I remember him forcing his way to take a look at Night Sky while I was writing it last year, and him snatching it from me to read it after RME. I had to dive bomb him with my pencil case from the second floor to the first to get it back.
Just to annoy him in case he's reading
1st A Maths test
Me : 25/25
SS : Single digit score
2nd A Maths test
Me : 18.5/25
SS : 10/25
Vector test
Me : 17.5/25
SS : 8/25
Commonwealth
Me : 24/30
SS : 20/30
And since he so wishes to bring last year's results to the table too...
FYE 2007
Me : L1R5 = 13
SS : L1R5 = >20
If I may say so, pwned. Bitch.
I spammed everything I saw from all the documentaries of epidemics from the Discovery Channel and NatGeo for that reflection, throwing in everything from Variola Major (More commonly known as smallpox) to Vietnamese duck blood pudding (I swear that exists). Speaking of the Vietnamese, a couple of Sec 3s mistook me for a Vietnamese scholar. Okay, I may have lived 3 years in Vietnam, but that shouldn't have any bearing on how I look should it?? Not that thats a bad thing, seen from another angle it could mean I look intelligent. Well, I am packing comparable brain power the real McCoys tote around. Okay, that sounded narcissistic, I know.
Anyway, back to my bad day. After giving myself a mental pat on the back for remembering my thermometer today, I realized I had forgotten to photostat my IC for the O-Level registration...
My Lit presentation looked like crap in comparison to the other ones... Damn, hate that feeling...
And after that, Shen Shin continued his run of reminding me of my loss to him at Dark Crusade for the 11th day in the running now, which is every day after the match. Got into another argument when the prick mentioned Eldar are only good for using excess bolter rounds on. Some good came out of these endless arguments for once.
------
SS : What possessed you to attack my base in the Eye Of Gorgon and in Eden? Did you actually think you could win??
Me : My Farseer.... got something in his inner eye, so he didn't see it coming.
------
The argument then went on to his Communist sympathies. He of course, used the old claim that he was an idealist, not a Communist.
------
Me : Commie
SS : I'm not a Communist, I'm a idealist
Me : Fascist
SS : Communism isn't fascism
Me : The way Joe Stalin ran Russia, it sure was, one man in charge.
SS : See, Communism, in its ideals, is good....
Me : Same could be said for fascism. Everything is good ideally
------
Coincidentally, it was English, and it just so happened our Commonwealth and
expository essays came back, so our argument switched to that... Shen Shin, the competitive freak he was, was out to compare marks in no time. Its somewhere around here he reminds me I lost an 8 point lead in Unreal to him to lose the game.
------
SS : How much did you get??
Me : 24, see, Eldar are a good essay topic
SS : Let me see that... Wait, you wrote out of point
Me : Did not. What did you get
SS : 20...
------
And he calls me a sore loser. It stretched on to comparing our English marks last year.... We both got 21 for the expository.
Anyway, already pretty pissed off at the day's downs and the fact that I couldn't think of anything to write for Valentine's Day, I discovered Shen Shin had actually detailed my losses on Eden on Bryant's blog. Twice. With the purpose of "annoying me"
You see, this is why I never warmed up to Shen Shin. He will obstinately defend his own views right or wrong, turn both eyes away from any losses he has, and force people to turn three on his wins. Its not the first Valentine's he's mucked up for me. I remember him forcing his way to take a look at Night Sky while I was writing it last year, and him snatching it from me to read it after RME. I had to dive bomb him with my pencil case from the second floor to the first to get it back.
Just to annoy him in case he's reading
1st A Maths test
Me : 25/25
SS : Single digit score
2nd A Maths test
Me : 18.5/25
SS : 10/25
Vector test
Me : 17.5/25
SS : 8/25
Commonwealth
Me : 24/30
SS : 20/30
And since he so wishes to bring last year's results to the table too...
FYE 2007
Me : L1R5 = 13
SS : L1R5 = >20
If I may say so, pwned. Bitch.
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