Forgive me if my writing is disjointed, I have a REALLY bad headache right now....
And its the end to yet another exam. Of course, the Chinese O-Level is coming up VERY shortly, but I think I'll take a break for now. My head hurts like a bitch now anyway...
Physics was pretty good, made a couple of careless mistakes, but I think I can manage an A1. I selected the "moves left option" even though I figured out it was right. Mistook atmospheric pressure for one million Pa when its supposed to be only 100000 Pa. Aside from that, sweet.
Lit, ah yes, lit. It was pretty good, selected the poem for once for the unseen prose, because for some reason, I could just connect real well with another poet for once. It just fitted in so nicely, connected so well, like a plug into a power socket. Of course, insert a plug wrong and you get electrocuted...
Of all times for a headache, why now, after the exams, when I'm a free man for a while... Probably not going for blerrie dragon boat thing Mr. Nathan gang-pressed the team into...
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Monday, 5 May 2008
Didn't Get Everything, But Still Got A LOT!!!
Mid Year Exams have started, so far, it has been pretty good. English, I finished with enough time to re-write my summary for the sake of making it look neater, and wrote a full length poem for the bloody fun of it. I can't remember completely it was about, recall one talking about French cheese, but thats about it. Maybe it was easier than normal because I don't have to help a multitude of people *cough* Kee Hao *cough* with answering every second question, but I hope thats the case.
Social Studies Section A was kinda gay. It looked like it was set by Michael Moore. Out of the 5 sources, 3 blamed AMERICA for the 9/11 attacks.
-One blamed the incompetency of the CIA and the FBI. Gah, stupid red dot, keeps getting in my eye...
-One was a conspiracy theory by a Russian minister that it was all a set up by America to have a new enemy and threat to world peace to unite against, like Fascism in the 1940's and Communism from then till 1991.
-And one was saying its because America oppressed the Arab people, or some jazz like that. Sounded like a sympathizer.
Essay was okay at least.
Then came E Maths. If were Damien, I would have dubbed the feeling I felt at the end as sex (And smart alec from NCC Land will add Shen Shin). I discovered I think WAY better relaxed. Rushing for time, I skipped quite a few questions, thinking I'd run out of time. Realizing that 2 and a half hours stretches for quite a long while, I returned back to them, slow and at ease, and finished all questions except for one subquestion of another subquestion.
Paper drew different reactions from different people...
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Sam : There is a God!!
Me : And it is the Flying Spaghetti Monster!!
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Sam's a proud atheist by the way.
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Zhongxi : How many marks you lost already?
Me : Just 2
(Zhongxi gives me the finger)
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Mark : GGed....
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Bryant : Was like a 1988 paper, quite easy.
Me : Tung having one of his senior moments. Thinks he's setting for guys twenty years back!
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Social Studies Section A was kinda gay. It looked like it was set by Michael Moore. Out of the 5 sources, 3 blamed AMERICA for the 9/11 attacks.
-One blamed the incompetency of the CIA and the FBI. Gah, stupid red dot, keeps getting in my eye...
-One was a conspiracy theory by a Russian minister that it was all a set up by America to have a new enemy and threat to world peace to unite against, like Fascism in the 1940's and Communism from then till 1991.
-And one was saying its because America oppressed the Arab people, or some jazz like that. Sounded like a sympathizer.
Essay was okay at least.
Then came E Maths. If were Damien, I would have dubbed the feeling I felt at the end as sex (And smart alec from NCC Land will add Shen Shin). I discovered I think WAY better relaxed. Rushing for time, I skipped quite a few questions, thinking I'd run out of time. Realizing that 2 and a half hours stretches for quite a long while, I returned back to them, slow and at ease, and finished all questions except for one subquestion of another subquestion.
Paper drew different reactions from different people...
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Sam : There is a God!!
Me : And it is the Flying Spaghetti Monster!!
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Sam's a proud atheist by the way.
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Zhongxi : How many marks you lost already?
Me : Just 2
(Zhongxi gives me the finger)
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Mark : GGed....
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Bryant : Was like a 1988 paper, quite easy.
Me : Tung having one of his senior moments. Thinks he's setting for guys twenty years back!
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Thursday, 1 May 2008
An End and A Beginning
Well, Mid Years have officially started, had the Chinese papers on Monday, which actually went okay as far as Chinese is concerned. It bodes well indeed, the real deal is in a month's time...
Anyway, FINALLY got my medal for rugby yesterday. Its close to a month after our last match, but I can't really get too angry at Mr. Nathan, not after he turfed Eugene Chong out of the front row so I could get a seat there during the photo taking, since I had been with the team about 3 years longer than he had.
It kind of brought a finality of it all, that I've graduated from the team. I felt it coming off from the last game from St. Andrews, watching a match being played without any of the senior players, but it never impacted on me this hard, that its all over now. The memories of the whole time just went round and round my head. First match, first tackle (It HURT), first charge, first gaffe (I make it a point to make everyone laugh when I step on the field, ask around). It sounds like I'm getting awfully worked up about this, but unlike a LOT of people I know, I actually enjoy my CCA, and my team.
I'm not sure if I can train under another coach aside from Teo though. I might only ever had trained under him, but its easy to tell he's better than the rest of the coaches. It'll be hard to get used to a lesser coach, after taking him as the benchmark.
Will I continue rugby in JC? Certainly, if its available where I go, and I can make the team.
Thanks for the memories guys.
Sigh, after thinking through all that I feel so melancholic....
Well, there was one event yesterday that I must mention. Khai Sam had managed to convince me to stay back for Mr. Tang's extra lesson. While waiting, we got bored, and Zhongxi attempted to jump over moving OHP cart, and let it sail harmlessly under him as he balanced on top of two chairs on either side of him. Sounded like something straight out of Mythbusters.
Of course, on his third attempted, he not only came within inches of qualifying to work in the ancient Forbidden City, he also bruised himself badly, the said bruise being the size of his hand, causing him to whine and call out for his mummy all throughout Mr. Tang's extra lesson. And thats why they tell kids that not to try this or that at home!
Anyway, FINALLY got my medal for rugby yesterday. Its close to a month after our last match, but I can't really get too angry at Mr. Nathan, not after he turfed Eugene Chong out of the front row so I could get a seat there during the photo taking, since I had been with the team about 3 years longer than he had.
It kind of brought a finality of it all, that I've graduated from the team. I felt it coming off from the last game from St. Andrews, watching a match being played without any of the senior players, but it never impacted on me this hard, that its all over now. The memories of the whole time just went round and round my head. First match, first tackle (It HURT), first charge, first gaffe (I make it a point to make everyone laugh when I step on the field, ask around). It sounds like I'm getting awfully worked up about this, but unlike a LOT of people I know, I actually enjoy my CCA, and my team.
I'm not sure if I can train under another coach aside from Teo though. I might only ever had trained under him, but its easy to tell he's better than the rest of the coaches. It'll be hard to get used to a lesser coach, after taking him as the benchmark.
Will I continue rugby in JC? Certainly, if its available where I go, and I can make the team.
Thanks for the memories guys.
Sigh, after thinking through all that I feel so melancholic....
Well, there was one event yesterday that I must mention. Khai Sam had managed to convince me to stay back for Mr. Tang's extra lesson. While waiting, we got bored, and Zhongxi attempted to jump over moving OHP cart, and let it sail harmlessly under him as he balanced on top of two chairs on either side of him. Sounded like something straight out of Mythbusters.
Of course, on his third attempted, he not only came within inches of qualifying to work in the ancient Forbidden City, he also bruised himself badly, the said bruise being the size of his hand, causing him to whine and call out for his mummy all throughout Mr. Tang's extra lesson. And thats why they tell kids that not to try this or that at home!
Monday, 28 April 2008
On Your Marks, Get Set, LAN!!!
Friday was Sports Day, and I stayed up till four in the morning doing random things in anticipation, planning to sleep my way through it. Which I did rather unsuccessfully, given all the noise that was around me. Only parts of the day I clearly remember was Bernard Teo practically walking in the Old Boy's 100 meter race while waving to the crowd, Bryant winning something somewhere, and thinking that if Brandon Yang was an American like they said so over the PA system, then I was a Vietnamese. Or perhaps an Australian.
Anyway, after hazing my way through that affair, I had 3 choices, either follow Bryant with Jin and Daryl for lunch, follow Khai Sam and company for lunch, or go home like a good little boy like Sam had.
Decided on following Khai Sam and Co., since Daryl wanted to go to Orchard for something, and I simply didn't feel like traveling too much after going on barely two hours of sleep. We rounded up the two Chrises and Sam Chou to follow us, Khai Sam apparently bent on bringing us to some food court he thought was good. It involved much walking from the stadium in Toa Payoh, and swore to knock him silly if it turned out to be some Acorn Heaven for squirrels like him.
Turned out to be the food court UPSTAIRS at HDB Hub. At which point I realized I didn't have enough material cash in hand, so I went to Mac's on my own, and chanced upon Dillon there, Sam's protege in the arts of many rather unspeakable practices. When I went back up to Sam Chou, he had got it into his head that now was a very good time to go LANning, but we had a odd number of people. Remembering Dillon, I rushed back down to invite him with us.
Upon which, his other friends also decided to come, and Chou at the same time had managed to attract the attention of another 2 of his NPCC mates to come along while we were at Mac's. I had created a great LAN Waaagh! of close to 15 people. Unknowingly. Do I get Gamer Score for this? Like doing all of Binomial 1 on ONE piece of foolscap?
Unfortunately, our merry Waaagh! was to be disappointed, the nearby LAN center being closed. Sam Chou saved the day with his ever reliable mental map of every LAN center within a 15km radius of the school, led us to Paradiz near Dhoby Ghout, where I convinced them to play CoD4, but with Khai Sam and Chris Ng left early.
In an effort to find more people to play with us, Dillon resorted to asking the CHIJ girls who walked by whether they wanted to play LAN with us. Whether or not he was joking, I don't know. He is Sam's protege after all. Journey there was quite eventful thats to him.
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Me : Dillon, you're never going to find a chick who's hot AND likes LANning. Girls like Lilah aren't real remember?
Dillon : Aww...
Me : Unless you create your own hot chicks who like LAN...
Dillon : HOW!!
Me : Well, we need to find a hot guy, a hot chick, get them to procreate, have a hot daughter, get them to teach her how to love LAN, and viola! A LAN loving hot chick.
Dillon : Well, I am hot, so that girl would have to be female version of me...
Me : You would be hailed as a patriarch who started a lineage of hot, LAN loving chicks. Generations of gaming males will salute you for your contribution to mankind!
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He also wishes to pioneer the Human-Animal Genome project on his own. Best not to go into details about that.
Chris Chui is a guy who trawls LAN centers at least once or twice a week, but didn't have any idea how to play CoD4. Refer to my earlier post on how Singapore's LAN scene is so undiversified. Sam Chou opted to teach him since he played the single player game, but given how they both played later on, it was like one monkey teaching another how to build a rocket. Out of leftover turkey, chewing gum and plywood planks.
I continued my partnership with the Heavy Gunner class, since I need a big gun with a large ammo capacity to make up for my terrible aim. Shen Shin complains I only got more kills than Dillon the last time because of the sheer volume of rounds flying out of my RPD. To which I reply, getcha own big shoota! I may use up 39 out of the 40 round mag to fire bullet angels around my target, but round 40 always is a headshot!
The habitual CS players never knew what hit them. Judging from their kill cams when they finally did manage to kill me, they hadn't even zoomed in with their sights half the time. I got two triple kills that day, the first one being rather unexpected, and very well timed.
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(My junior Tim Zhang walks in)
Zhang : Hey Micro, are you good at this game?
Me : Wah..??
(Sam Chou, Chris and one of Dillon's friends get mown down by RPD fire)
Me : Well, I did just get a triple kill without looking, you think?
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Learned the art of building camping as well. Sam Chou managed to knife me in the back once when I did that, but the second time, well, he kinda forgot I put a UAV in the air. *Scratches 4th marking on the wall*
Of course, there's always a bigger fish on the food chain, and Dillon was the apex predator in this one. I was having some much fun long ranging with the RPD that I didn't notice him sneak under the balcony I was camping on, and took me out with a quick burst from an assault rifle, my final moments shown to me on the kill cam. This happened more times than I can count, and I assure you, I can count pretty far.
Oh, I must go on raining praises on the RPD. How many ears have I collected through whoring you like an asshole? And with the laser sight upgrade, I actually gain some semblance of accuracy. Combined with the Juggernaunt and Deeper Penetration (Bow Chicka Wow Wow!) perk, added with the laser sight and my slightly gung ho tactic in charging ahead guns ablazing, all I have to do now to complete the set is find a chain axe and holler "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!" when I charge.
My second triple kill came on our last map, Ambush. Chris, Sam Chou and one of Dillon's friends came at me. Ordinarily, I would have killed one or two guys and died, but with the laser sight, no more OpFor resistance fighters.
I was playing Metroid Hunters on the bus when Bryant happened to board. What are the odds?
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Bryant : So you did you do?
Me : I opened the eyes of two CS bottom feeders. They now see the light.
Bryant : LANning I see...
Me : You?
Bryant : Had two lunches, walked about Hiren with Daryl looking for a bag, couldn't find it, he bought a speaker for his iPod instead.
Me : So you guys looked for something you never found, bought something you guys never intended to buy, and had two lunches.
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : You should have come with us.
Bryant : No shit....
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I love Sports Day!
What about everyone else?
Hours Mugging : 15
Anyway, after hazing my way through that affair, I had 3 choices, either follow Bryant with Jin and Daryl for lunch, follow Khai Sam and company for lunch, or go home like a good little boy like Sam had.
Decided on following Khai Sam and Co., since Daryl wanted to go to Orchard for something, and I simply didn't feel like traveling too much after going on barely two hours of sleep. We rounded up the two Chrises and Sam Chou to follow us, Khai Sam apparently bent on bringing us to some food court he thought was good. It involved much walking from the stadium in Toa Payoh, and swore to knock him silly if it turned out to be some Acorn Heaven for squirrels like him.
Turned out to be the food court UPSTAIRS at HDB Hub. At which point I realized I didn't have enough material cash in hand, so I went to Mac's on my own, and chanced upon Dillon there, Sam's protege in the arts of many rather unspeakable practices. When I went back up to Sam Chou, he had got it into his head that now was a very good time to go LANning, but we had a odd number of people. Remembering Dillon, I rushed back down to invite him with us.
Upon which, his other friends also decided to come, and Chou at the same time had managed to attract the attention of another 2 of his NPCC mates to come along while we were at Mac's. I had created a great LAN Waaagh! of close to 15 people. Unknowingly. Do I get Gamer Score for this? Like doing all of Binomial 1 on ONE piece of foolscap?
Unfortunately, our merry Waaagh! was to be disappointed, the nearby LAN center being closed. Sam Chou saved the day with his ever reliable mental map of every LAN center within a 15km radius of the school, led us to Paradiz near Dhoby Ghout, where I convinced them to play CoD4, but with Khai Sam and Chris Ng left early.
In an effort to find more people to play with us, Dillon resorted to asking the CHIJ girls who walked by whether they wanted to play LAN with us. Whether or not he was joking, I don't know. He is Sam's protege after all. Journey there was quite eventful thats to him.
------------
Me : Dillon, you're never going to find a chick who's hot AND likes LANning. Girls like Lilah aren't real remember?
Dillon : Aww...
Me : Unless you create your own hot chicks who like LAN...
Dillon : HOW!!
Me : Well, we need to find a hot guy, a hot chick, get them to procreate, have a hot daughter, get them to teach her how to love LAN, and viola! A LAN loving hot chick.
Dillon : Well, I am hot, so that girl would have to be female version of me...
Me : You would be hailed as a patriarch who started a lineage of hot, LAN loving chicks. Generations of gaming males will salute you for your contribution to mankind!
--------
He also wishes to pioneer the Human-Animal Genome project on his own. Best not to go into details about that.
Chris Chui is a guy who trawls LAN centers at least once or twice a week, but didn't have any idea how to play CoD4. Refer to my earlier post on how Singapore's LAN scene is so undiversified. Sam Chou opted to teach him since he played the single player game, but given how they both played later on, it was like one monkey teaching another how to build a rocket. Out of leftover turkey, chewing gum and plywood planks.
I continued my partnership with the Heavy Gunner class, since I need a big gun with a large ammo capacity to make up for my terrible aim. Shen Shin complains I only got more kills than Dillon the last time because of the sheer volume of rounds flying out of my RPD. To which I reply, getcha own big shoota! I may use up 39 out of the 40 round mag to fire bullet angels around my target, but round 40 always is a headshot!
The habitual CS players never knew what hit them. Judging from their kill cams when they finally did manage to kill me, they hadn't even zoomed in with their sights half the time. I got two triple kills that day, the first one being rather unexpected, and very well timed.
--------
(My junior Tim Zhang walks in)
Zhang : Hey Micro, are you good at this game?
Me : Wah..??
(Sam Chou, Chris and one of Dillon's friends get mown down by RPD fire)
Me : Well, I did just get a triple kill without looking, you think?
-------
Learned the art of building camping as well. Sam Chou managed to knife me in the back once when I did that, but the second time, well, he kinda forgot I put a UAV in the air. *Scratches 4th marking on the wall*
Of course, there's always a bigger fish on the food chain, and Dillon was the apex predator in this one. I was having some much fun long ranging with the RPD that I didn't notice him sneak under the balcony I was camping on, and took me out with a quick burst from an assault rifle, my final moments shown to me on the kill cam. This happened more times than I can count, and I assure you, I can count pretty far.
Oh, I must go on raining praises on the RPD. How many ears have I collected through whoring you like an asshole? And with the laser sight upgrade, I actually gain some semblance of accuracy. Combined with the Juggernaunt and Deeper Penetration (Bow Chicka Wow Wow!) perk, added with the laser sight and my slightly gung ho tactic in charging ahead guns ablazing, all I have to do now to complete the set is find a chain axe and holler "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!" when I charge.
My second triple kill came on our last map, Ambush. Chris, Sam Chou and one of Dillon's friends came at me. Ordinarily, I would have killed one or two guys and died, but with the laser sight, no more OpFor resistance fighters.
I was playing Metroid Hunters on the bus when Bryant happened to board. What are the odds?
-------
Bryant : So you did you do?
Me : I opened the eyes of two CS bottom feeders. They now see the light.
Bryant : LANning I see...
Me : You?
Bryant : Had two lunches, walked about Hiren with Daryl looking for a bag, couldn't find it, he bought a speaker for his iPod instead.
Me : So you guys looked for something you never found, bought something you guys never intended to buy, and had two lunches.
Bryant : Yeah.
Me : You should have come with us.
Bryant : No shit....
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I love Sports Day!
What about everyone else?
Hours Mugging : 15
Thursday, 24 April 2008
Literature Festival = Zzzzzz
I didn't exactly enjoy it. They made me wake up early on a Saturday, the fiends... Anyway, my parents sent Bryant and I over to St Nicks after breakfast. Luckily everyone had from our school had decided to stand right at the entrance, so we didn't have to look around for them.
And thats about all I remember!! Why?? Because I wasn't lucid for most of it.
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Bryant : Why does everyone shut up when I turn the camera on???
Jem : Okay, HI! Boner!
Me : You mah hoe!
Bryant : Astounding maturity.
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Well, Bryant's video kinda jolted the memories. And thats what me and Jem pretty much did, after Sam left for a "dental" appointment.
Wait, its all coming back to me now....
We were eventually ushered into a lecture theater much like the one at CHIJ KC (Wonder if they all hired the same architect?) where we waited for close to half an hour for the speaker to actually arrive. We got an introduction to lit by a teacher who obviously did not take lit, before the speaker finally arrived. Can't remember her name, but she had the same surname as Ruizhi.
Anyway, me, Ken, Jem, Arun, Bryant and Sam(At first) were reduced to playing Ghost to stave off the encroaching boredom. Sam left around this time for his "dental" appointment, and after Ghost round 9834, me and Ken even discussed RuneScape openly. Normally, players have to keep this a secret since we are persecuted by SOME people for playing it (UBCS suck!!), and practice it like the Freemason religion.
During the break, we did walk around the place, remarking why the hell they had 3 pianos and a PMS room. Luke tried to prank call from their payphone.
Then came the presentations from all the other schools. Apparently, I failed to make known earlier that there were quite a few.
Well, they weren't all bad. Wait, the Gan Eng Seng one was a bit on the ePiC FaIl side. They came in their blazers and all, but their presentation was only as good as the one my group cobbled together in an hour to prevent BAng from toasting our butts over a fire. And one of them pronounced Atticus as "Ah-tticus". They counted Tom Robinson as a minor character for some reason, and said his trial was the climax in To Kill A Mockingbird.
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In Lit class
Me : Mrs Ang, doesn't this book climax multiple times??
Mrs Ang : Yah, like a woman right?
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And I thought only Ms Lee did that kind of thing...
Amos's group did a pretty okay job, I actually paid conscious attention to them, which is more than I can really say for some of the other groups.
Chris Gonzali and Liwei's presentation really took the cake though. They opened up with music video. Their theme was on domination in Midsummers Night Dream. The whole thing screamed !EMO!, and maybe they shouldn't have delved so deeply into the masochism bit, but they were easily the best group there. Attention grabbing, if a bit too provocative, and definitely having a good stance, it was made of win.
Went for lunch after that at AMK hub, using my Subway sense to guide our merry band of Kevin, Bryant, Joshua, Jem and I to the Subway there. Of course....
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Kevin : Its full...
Me : Apparently...
Kevin : Maybe we can trade. I know, we'll trade anyone who gives up their table Cheng Heng!
Jem : Yeah, ultimate vacuum cleaner! Of course, you'll have to program him to make sure he doesn't regard your dog or your kids as trash/food.
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In the end, we did find a table through the crowd, and I moved toward it as politely as I could, before throwing my bag on the empty seat and annexing the table into the Empire of Slumnia.
After lunch and watching Joshua being prodded and tickled mercilessly by Kevin, I scouted out the games shop in AMK Hub with Jem and Bryant. Discovered Metroid Prime : Hunters going at only $35 down there. Its second hand, but I vowed to rescue it from its ungainly position on the bargain shelf. Got it on Monday. Sisters of Battle were cloned from Samus. She is that 1337.
And thats about all I remember!! Why?? Because I wasn't lucid for most of it.
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Bryant : Why does everyone shut up when I turn the camera on???
Jem : Okay, HI! Boner!
Me : You mah hoe!
Bryant : Astounding maturity.
-----------
Well, Bryant's video kinda jolted the memories. And thats what me and Jem pretty much did, after Sam left for a "dental" appointment.
Wait, its all coming back to me now....
We were eventually ushered into a lecture theater much like the one at CHIJ KC (Wonder if they all hired the same architect?) where we waited for close to half an hour for the speaker to actually arrive. We got an introduction to lit by a teacher who obviously did not take lit, before the speaker finally arrived. Can't remember her name, but she had the same surname as Ruizhi.
Anyway, me, Ken, Jem, Arun, Bryant and Sam(At first) were reduced to playing Ghost to stave off the encroaching boredom. Sam left around this time for his "dental" appointment, and after Ghost round 9834, me and Ken even discussed RuneScape openly. Normally, players have to keep this a secret since we are persecuted by SOME people for playing it (UBCS suck!!), and practice it like the Freemason religion.
During the break, we did walk around the place, remarking why the hell they had 3 pianos and a PMS room. Luke tried to prank call from their payphone.
Then came the presentations from all the other schools. Apparently, I failed to make known earlier that there were quite a few.
Well, they weren't all bad. Wait, the Gan Eng Seng one was a bit on the ePiC FaIl side. They came in their blazers and all, but their presentation was only as good as the one my group cobbled together in an hour to prevent BAng from toasting our butts over a fire. And one of them pronounced Atticus as "Ah-tticus". They counted Tom Robinson as a minor character for some reason, and said his trial was the climax in To Kill A Mockingbird.
----------
In Lit class
Me : Mrs Ang, doesn't this book climax multiple times??
Mrs Ang : Yah, like a woman right?
----------
And I thought only Ms Lee did that kind of thing...
Amos's group did a pretty okay job, I actually paid conscious attention to them, which is more than I can really say for some of the other groups.
Chris Gonzali and Liwei's presentation really took the cake though. They opened up with music video. Their theme was on domination in Midsummers Night Dream. The whole thing screamed !EMO!, and maybe they shouldn't have delved so deeply into the masochism bit, but they were easily the best group there. Attention grabbing, if a bit too provocative, and definitely having a good stance, it was made of win.
Went for lunch after that at AMK hub, using my Subway sense to guide our merry band of Kevin, Bryant, Joshua, Jem and I to the Subway there. Of course....
----------
Kevin : Its full...
Me : Apparently...
Kevin : Maybe we can trade. I know, we'll trade anyone who gives up their table Cheng Heng!
Jem : Yeah, ultimate vacuum cleaner! Of course, you'll have to program him to make sure he doesn't regard your dog or your kids as trash/food.
----------
In the end, we did find a table through the crowd, and I moved toward it as politely as I could, before throwing my bag on the empty seat and annexing the table into the Empire of Slumnia.
After lunch and watching Joshua being prodded and tickled mercilessly by Kevin, I scouted out the games shop in AMK Hub with Jem and Bryant. Discovered Metroid Prime : Hunters going at only $35 down there. Its second hand, but I vowed to rescue it from its ungainly position on the bargain shelf. Got it on Monday. Sisters of Battle were cloned from Samus. She is that 1337.
Monday, 14 April 2008
Out Of Order, How Fitting Indeed...
I'm forced to dub our recent school play, Out Of Order, EpIc fAiL!! Though I think I'd do well to explain the events leading up to it as well.
First off Mr Johnson told the biggest whopper of the month, claiming that tickets were flying off the shelves. They weren't. I managed to buy one for Friday, on the day itself.
Okay, maybe I was just tired and grumpy after my final competitive match for the school against St Andrews (Lost 0-12) having being hit twice in the head, one after the prop on the other side came in sideways in the scrum, the other when my own player kneed me in the face during another scrum. It was a nostalgic event, but thats a story for another post.
Anyway, rushing back for the act, I reached school just in time at 7, still under the impression that it started at 7. It started at 8. I need to read my tickets more often... Spent the hour waiting for Bryant and Shen Shin to arrive hanging out with Reuben and Max, and any other prefect on carpark duty. Managed to get Reuben to dance for me, one of the few things that went right that night. He pwns anyone on Step Up 2. Sam refused to go, said he could have gone LANning for 7 and a half hours with the 15 dollars from the tickets. How wise of him.
Once they'd arrived, we headed to the PAC and let Jin and Shen Shin argue out where to sit. As we filed into a row somewhere along the back, Jia Lei came along, though at least he had taken my advice on changing back to school uniform. The orange shirt he had borrowed to wear with the school pants just looked wrong. Coming from a fashion barbarian like me, yeah, it was that bad.
Of course, no one really relished the idea of sitting next to him, given his penchant for whining at just about everything. Shen Shin had been squeezed out to the outermost seat of our group, so he ended up next to him. While I'm not very fond of Jia Lei myself, the rate at which Shen Shin was openly suaning him was so bad, I was sure there was something in the Human Rights Charter against it. Even an idiot like Jia Lei has to be treated with some respect Comrade Communist.
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Shen Shin : Hey, if we threw Jia Lei's bag down, he'd be forced to run down and get it while we pang sei him.
(Stony silence)
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Keep in mind, Jia Lei is right next to him. Bryant had to bluntly tell him to give it a rest before he quit it. Even I felt sorry for Jia Lei. Though I did find another line in his long tirade against Mr Strawberry deserving of being a Literature or English question so commonly asked in our school.
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Shen Shin : If we dao (To ignore) Jia Lei completely, he might realize he isn't wanted here.
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Ferrousy!! Oh the ferrousy!!
Then along came Wayne (Who will now conveniently forget that I owe him 2 bucks), wearing a jacket over his PE uniform, then Jem, who I unsuccessfully tried to steal a Crunchie bar off. If I had known the dress code was this slack, I wouldn't have bothered going home after the match to change...
Anyway, the play started, opening up with the soundtrack from Soulja Boy I think, and numerous other soundtracks Sam Chou helpfully named, but I forgot. Somewhere along the thing, there was a guy named Sky... And a Filipino scholar with a drunk dad... And an invisible girlfriend along the way...
See, thats the problem. They kept jumping from one character's life to another, it was hard keeping track of it all. Worse still, for some reason, they made the audience laugh at really inappropriate moments. There was a bit somewhere where a dad was chewing his son out in Hokkien, but after the "Wo si ni lao pei!" (I am your father) bit, the entire audience was roaring with laughter. Admittedly, I joined them, the Hokkien version of Star Wars coming to mind. Lost lucidity somewhere around the 25 minute, regaining it only when Jem spoke to me.
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(Son flings dad to the floor)
Jem : Hey Cheng Heng, can you see who's the ho in that relationship??
Me : Not really, but you mah ho!
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Its an inside joke. Bryant says its immature, but he's a shining beacon of maturity and responsibility next to me, so I guess its moderate.
Yeah, anyway, back on topic. Storyline was super garbled. None of the events really flowed in a visible sequence. You have one guy getting wasted at the Ministry of Sound, popping drugs, but coming back perfectly A-OK to steal his best friend's girlfriend. Who is invisible for some reason. Probably because CHIJ doesn't want to collaborate with us anymore, so we got no female actresses. Its not because me and Zach John sabotaged the last time they did so during the Taming Game two years ago. The only major thing we did was screw over the curtain controls so they closed really slowly. I think.
Yeah, anyway, back to the invisible characters. At first I had no idea why the hell the guy was reciting poetry to empty air. It was only when he asked the void in front of him for her phone number did I realize what was supposed to be there. It's kinda freaky and wrong to watch a guy trying to put his arms around empty air and try and get fresh with it. Then there was another Indian character that was talking to an empty chair about how it had failed as a father in Tamil, which had the whole audience laughing again. We pretty much laughed at all the non-English language bits.
Then, all of a sudden, when one of the guys is about to commit suicide, the thing ends. My first thought was "Thats it?!!?!". My second was " F%^&ing scammers!!" I think Mr J was trying to do damage control when he came up to the stage to ask how the audience thought the play was, and passed out survey forms, but it was ePIc FaIl as well, given how it even elicited a "I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!" from a few guys in the crowd when he asked how good we thought the play was.
While filling survey forms with uniform line in the "Strongly disagree" column, Shen Shin asked out of the blue to change seat with me so he could be next to Bryant.
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Shen Shin : Cheng Heng, swap place with me
Me : What for....
Shen Shin : Because I want to be next to Bryant
Me : Whats in in for me...
Shen Shin : Jem makes for more interesting conversation for you.
----------
Whether I did it subconsciously to piss him off, or whether I really was too tired to think, but instead of letting move swap seats with me, I moved into the empty seat next to Bryant.
Dammit, I think Shen Shin has a thing for him. Remember here and now, if Shen Shin turns out to be one of the "Out Loud and Proud" guys, I was the first to figure out. Seriously Shen Shin, if you're reading this, you got to do things in a less obsessive way, cause you are sending all the REALLY wrong signals here. Unless they are right signals he wishes to convey, then in that case they are still REALLY wrong, because even if the wrong signals he is sending are right, that still makes it wrong because...because...
Ah son of a Lahore, I confused myself. Again. The point is, Out Of Order was suitably named, and all the poor guys who brought their girlfriends along, my heart goes out to you, you poor men... Kevin got off easy though, from what he told me. And no, I shall not comment whether his girlfriend is "tappable" Sam Loh.
I can't think of a better ending...
Light bulb growing trees!!!
First off Mr Johnson told the biggest whopper of the month, claiming that tickets were flying off the shelves. They weren't. I managed to buy one for Friday, on the day itself.
Okay, maybe I was just tired and grumpy after my final competitive match for the school against St Andrews (Lost 0-12) having being hit twice in the head, one after the prop on the other side came in sideways in the scrum, the other when my own player kneed me in the face during another scrum. It was a nostalgic event, but thats a story for another post.
Anyway, rushing back for the act, I reached school just in time at 7, still under the impression that it started at 7. It started at 8. I need to read my tickets more often... Spent the hour waiting for Bryant and Shen Shin to arrive hanging out with Reuben and Max, and any other prefect on carpark duty. Managed to get Reuben to dance for me, one of the few things that went right that night. He pwns anyone on Step Up 2. Sam refused to go, said he could have gone LANning for 7 and a half hours with the 15 dollars from the tickets. How wise of him.
Once they'd arrived, we headed to the PAC and let Jin and Shen Shin argue out where to sit. As we filed into a row somewhere along the back, Jia Lei came along, though at least he had taken my advice on changing back to school uniform. The orange shirt he had borrowed to wear with the school pants just looked wrong. Coming from a fashion barbarian like me, yeah, it was that bad.
Of course, no one really relished the idea of sitting next to him, given his penchant for whining at just about everything. Shen Shin had been squeezed out to the outermost seat of our group, so he ended up next to him. While I'm not very fond of Jia Lei myself, the rate at which Shen Shin was openly suaning him was so bad, I was sure there was something in the Human Rights Charter against it. Even an idiot like Jia Lei has to be treated with some respect Comrade Communist.
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Shen Shin : Hey, if we threw Jia Lei's bag down, he'd be forced to run down and get it while we pang sei him.
(Stony silence)
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Keep in mind, Jia Lei is right next to him. Bryant had to bluntly tell him to give it a rest before he quit it. Even I felt sorry for Jia Lei. Though I did find another line in his long tirade against Mr Strawberry deserving of being a Literature or English question so commonly asked in our school.
-------
Shen Shin : If we dao (To ignore) Jia Lei completely, he might realize he isn't wanted here.
-------
Ferrousy!! Oh the ferrousy!!
Then along came Wayne (Who will now conveniently forget that I owe him 2 bucks), wearing a jacket over his PE uniform, then Jem, who I unsuccessfully tried to steal a Crunchie bar off. If I had known the dress code was this slack, I wouldn't have bothered going home after the match to change...
Anyway, the play started, opening up with the soundtrack from Soulja Boy I think, and numerous other soundtracks Sam Chou helpfully named, but I forgot. Somewhere along the thing, there was a guy named Sky... And a Filipino scholar with a drunk dad... And an invisible girlfriend along the way...
See, thats the problem. They kept jumping from one character's life to another, it was hard keeping track of it all. Worse still, for some reason, they made the audience laugh at really inappropriate moments. There was a bit somewhere where a dad was chewing his son out in Hokkien, but after the "Wo si ni lao pei!" (I am your father) bit, the entire audience was roaring with laughter. Admittedly, I joined them, the Hokkien version of Star Wars coming to mind. Lost lucidity somewhere around the 25 minute, regaining it only when Jem spoke to me.
---------
(Son flings dad to the floor)
Jem : Hey Cheng Heng, can you see who's the ho in that relationship??
Me : Not really, but you mah ho!
---------
Its an inside joke. Bryant says its immature, but he's a shining beacon of maturity and responsibility next to me, so I guess its moderate.
Yeah, anyway, back on topic. Storyline was super garbled. None of the events really flowed in a visible sequence. You have one guy getting wasted at the Ministry of Sound, popping drugs, but coming back perfectly A-OK to steal his best friend's girlfriend. Who is invisible for some reason. Probably because CHIJ doesn't want to collaborate with us anymore, so we got no female actresses. Its not because me and Zach John sabotaged the last time they did so during the Taming Game two years ago. The only major thing we did was screw over the curtain controls so they closed really slowly. I think.
Yeah, anyway, back to the invisible characters. At first I had no idea why the hell the guy was reciting poetry to empty air. It was only when he asked the void in front of him for her phone number did I realize what was supposed to be there. It's kinda freaky and wrong to watch a guy trying to put his arms around empty air and try and get fresh with it. Then there was another Indian character that was talking to an empty chair about how it had failed as a father in Tamil, which had the whole audience laughing again. We pretty much laughed at all the non-English language bits.
Then, all of a sudden, when one of the guys is about to commit suicide, the thing ends. My first thought was "Thats it?!!?!". My second was " F%^&ing scammers!!" I think Mr J was trying to do damage control when he came up to the stage to ask how the audience thought the play was, and passed out survey forms, but it was ePIc FaIl as well, given how it even elicited a "I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!" from a few guys in the crowd when he asked how good we thought the play was.
While filling survey forms with uniform line in the "Strongly disagree" column, Shen Shin asked out of the blue to change seat with me so he could be next to Bryant.
----------
Shen Shin : Cheng Heng, swap place with me
Me : What for....
Shen Shin : Because I want to be next to Bryant
Me : Whats in in for me...
Shen Shin : Jem makes for more interesting conversation for you.
----------
Whether I did it subconsciously to piss him off, or whether I really was too tired to think, but instead of letting move swap seats with me, I moved into the empty seat next to Bryant.
Dammit, I think Shen Shin has a thing for him. Remember here and now, if Shen Shin turns out to be one of the "Out Loud and Proud" guys, I was the first to figure out. Seriously Shen Shin, if you're reading this, you got to do things in a less obsessive way, cause you are sending all the REALLY wrong signals here. Unless they are right signals he wishes to convey, then in that case they are still REALLY wrong, because even if the wrong signals he is sending are right, that still makes it wrong because...because...
Ah son of a Lahore, I confused myself. Again. The point is, Out Of Order was suitably named, and all the poor guys who brought their girlfriends along, my heart goes out to you, you poor men... Kevin got off easy though, from what he told me. And no, I shall not comment whether his girlfriend is "tappable" Sam Loh.
I can't think of a better ending...
Light bulb growing trees!!!
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
Monday Blues...
Okay, Monday was bad. Despite the fact it was Founders Day, and a half day. Why?? Because it just so happened our semi-final with ACSI was on the same day, in the afternoon, effectively neutralizing the extra time of the half day, since we all had to report back by 3 for the match.
Founder's Day, well, wasn't different from any other Founder's Day. The usual handing out of prizes, timing of how long Mr. Lui's speech would take this year (12 minutes 31 seconds). I liked last year's Guest Of Honour better. Unlike this one, he was a real average Joe, like 99.9% of the school's population, not like the overachiever this one sounded like. Chess captain AND marathon runner and numerous other notable achievements. Yes, the waves of jealousy and hate are just radiating off me aren't they?? Oh come on, doesn't everyone feel a little tug of envy when they see someone like that??
Shen Shin accidentally let loose that Sam wouldn't be getting a trophy for the fencing competition, not knowing that it was something which the fencing team intended to keep quiet about until a later date, to save him some anguish. He wasn't exactly in a mood to speak after that, so trying to count all the guys on the first floor became my only pastime for the rest of the celebrations.
While I did manage to rush back home by 1, all I managed to save was an hour and a half from the very inconvenient match fixture, which was partially to blame me forgetting the time and nearly arriving late for the match briefing.
Which threw the biggest shock at me yet.
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Coach : Micro, today, you start as prop.
Me :????
Coach : Come on lah, don't look so blur today...
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Very bad time for my signature blank look to come out. Despite having played in every match this year except on, I'd been longing for a start all season after falling from the starting lineup this year, but now wasn't a prime time to get it back. ACSI were on a roll, not having lost a single match this season yet, and they didn't intend to break the habit.
We conceded the first try in the first minute, but we made a spirited comeback, pushing them all the way back far enough to look like we might actually score. Our forwards flung themselves at the ACSI defense line, trying to take advantage of our heavier players. A couple more runs by Luohan and me had us 10 meters from the try line. Then someone conceded a penalty. We pretty much lost it from then on.
They just ran through us time and again, and I lost count of how many tries they scored. We lost 83-0. I have never seen SJI lose that badly, to anyone in my four years here. Its a terrible feeling, even worse since I played the full match. We can blame it on 4 to 5 starting players, captain included, not being able to play, but it still sucked.
Annoying thing was, they didn't trash talk or play dirty like they had two years ago. That gave me the will to drag a couple of them for a high velocity sand bath in the drier parts of the field. That hurts like a bitch, just ask Tim Foo. They actually were decently behaved and polite, or at least tried to be. While rugby is supposed to be a rough game, I refuse to try anything dodgy unless the opposition does it first. A stupid moral to stick by?? I don't know, I just don't want to hurt another rule abiding guy like me too much.
Sigh, Monday blues....
Founder's Day, well, wasn't different from any other Founder's Day. The usual handing out of prizes, timing of how long Mr. Lui's speech would take this year (12 minutes 31 seconds). I liked last year's Guest Of Honour better. Unlike this one, he was a real average Joe, like 99.9% of the school's population, not like the overachiever this one sounded like. Chess captain AND marathon runner and numerous other notable achievements. Yes, the waves of jealousy and hate are just radiating off me aren't they?? Oh come on, doesn't everyone feel a little tug of envy when they see someone like that??
Shen Shin accidentally let loose that Sam wouldn't be getting a trophy for the fencing competition, not knowing that it was something which the fencing team intended to keep quiet about until a later date, to save him some anguish. He wasn't exactly in a mood to speak after that, so trying to count all the guys on the first floor became my only pastime for the rest of the celebrations.
While I did manage to rush back home by 1, all I managed to save was an hour and a half from the very inconvenient match fixture, which was partially to blame me forgetting the time and nearly arriving late for the match briefing.
Which threw the biggest shock at me yet.
---------
Coach : Micro, today, you start as prop.
Me :????
Coach : Come on lah, don't look so blur today...
---------
Very bad time for my signature blank look to come out. Despite having played in every match this year except on, I'd been longing for a start all season after falling from the starting lineup this year, but now wasn't a prime time to get it back. ACSI were on a roll, not having lost a single match this season yet, and they didn't intend to break the habit.
We conceded the first try in the first minute, but we made a spirited comeback, pushing them all the way back far enough to look like we might actually score. Our forwards flung themselves at the ACSI defense line, trying to take advantage of our heavier players. A couple more runs by Luohan and me had us 10 meters from the try line. Then someone conceded a penalty. We pretty much lost it from then on.
They just ran through us time and again, and I lost count of how many tries they scored. We lost 83-0. I have never seen SJI lose that badly, to anyone in my four years here. Its a terrible feeling, even worse since I played the full match. We can blame it on 4 to 5 starting players, captain included, not being able to play, but it still sucked.
Annoying thing was, they didn't trash talk or play dirty like they had two years ago. That gave me the will to drag a couple of them for a high velocity sand bath in the drier parts of the field. That hurts like a bitch, just ask Tim Foo. They actually were decently behaved and polite, or at least tried to be. While rugby is supposed to be a rough game, I refuse to try anything dodgy unless the opposition does it first. A stupid moral to stick by?? I don't know, I just don't want to hurt another rule abiding guy like me too much.
Sigh, Monday blues....
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