Me once again at my traditional Welcome the New School Term Night, which I normally spend rushing through the holiday homework, or if I've been a good boy, having a fragfest on TF2/COD4/Fallout 3, followed by the traditional blog entry.
Yeah, searching is what I spent Saturday doing, looking for the right present for...wait, that's supposed a surprise for Ollyvia...
Meh, what the heck, we're giving the scarf to her on Tuesday, and it's not like news gets around very fast through here unless it involves Matthew's DotA pride.
Ollyvia's moving away to Michigan at the end of the month, and with her birthday coming up soon, we (i.e me and Ronald) thought it would be a good idea to get her a birthday present suited to the climate there. Our (okay, fine, his) idea? A scarf.
The original plan was also to split the cost just between ourselves (also his idea). Yes, I know, me and him are starting to end up like Commander Vimes and Captain Carrot. Anyway, we planned to meet up on Saturday to shop for a scarf for her.
Unfortunately, he suddenly couldn't make it. Panic.
The thought of two "first thing fits me" guys when it comes to fashion and accessories going shopping for a girl's scarf was hilarious. The thought of me going alone however, was not.
Enter Rebecca. I am so damned grateful she could make it on such short notice to go shopping with me. I've had bad experience with department stores since I was 4...
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Micro : Mum, I'm boooored...I'm tired, can we go home now...
Mum : Just few (10) more dresses Cheng, and we'll go home.
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Yeah, bad days.
She's a self-confessed perpetual latecomer, so that saved me since she arrived later than I did.
We did still spend a couple of hours simply finding a scarf that seemed appropriate and was within our price range, hopping from Far East to Wisma to Tang Plaza and....well, I lost track after that.
Not that that long time was a bad thing. Bryant's already prepared me for shopping with girls (his record was 45 minutes at Kino. Yes, I timed), and Rebecca makes for great conversation, despite both of us being quiet by AC standards. So far the only I've met in AC I can have a conversation at length with, after Caleb of course.
That's mostly my fault too, according to her. She says I need to talk to more people in the class.
Ordered the cake as I made my way back home, and Beck, I'm afraid we won't have enough cake to splatter on Ollyvia's head, unless some noble soul would like to donate their piece of cake for so she can have one last lulz with the class. Or the class can have one last lulz at her, either way works for me.
Which reminds me...
I seem to have picked up three labels I never thought would end up with me.
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Rebecca : Mrs Chiang was quite surprised you left for the rugby tour.
Micro : How come?
Rebecca : She said you looked too refined to be in rugby.
Micro : Er...okay...
Rebecca : I also didn't think you looked like one, you look too quiet and gentle.
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Quiet, refined and gentle. And it's not just them. It seems that way to everyone from the PW teacher all the way to some people on the team.
I told Moses about it. I got a "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE REAL CHENG HENG!!?!?!" in reply. I appear to be growing up without knowing... My 16 year old self is going "What have you done to yourself mate?"
Of course, I'm not saying they are bad labels. Very different from what I'm used to though. Could certainly get used to it.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Saturday, 21 March 2009
New Heights!
New heights the J1 ruggers have reached, the 28th story of the Empire Kowloon Hotel to be exact. Journey, perilous it was, and our merry band of 5 braved the blustery Hong Kong skies, hotel security guards and the dangers of a hotel rooftop, all in the name of capturing the perfect picture of the Hong Kong skyline.
Not all of us made it there. Nas and Kun didn't dare to climb the ladder to the highest point on the roof because it was a LONG way down if we slipped and fell, and I almost backed out as well. At first, I only climbed up to give Zongren and CK my camera and I went down again, but they thought I chickened out at the last rung, so I went back up again, and I'm glad I did.
The two photos showing why. There are a few more pictures of us dancing on the roof of the hotel, and one with the two of them doing the Titanic scene and looking so damn gay, but they're all on my Facebook, and I'm too lazy to upload them...
It is dry as hell in Hong Kong, and I've fufilled most of my main objectives there, namely
-Buy new shoes
-See the nightlife (Non-existent where I was)
-Count how many 7-11's I could see from my hotel (3)
-Find a new entry for engrish.com
-Play in the match we went to there to play (failed)
Yeah, I was pretty upset about that last one. Very upset, but perhaps I did get a bit too emotional about, looking back now sneaking away from the rest of the team when they went for the dinner reception wasn't the best thing to do. It's painful though, listening to them recount their stories on the field, that crash that left a guy out cold, the run that gained more than 20 meters, that tackle to stop the one that almost got away... To here all these post-match tales, unable to join in because you have none of your own... It hurts, really.
But meh, I'll get over it. Aside from that, everything else was fantastic. Left to roam the streets of Kowloon by ourselves most of the time, we jumped from shop to shop, possibly annoying quite a few shopkeepers by trying out just about everything in their stores before finally deciding on something, or worse, not buying anything at all, but those were rare cases since everyone was eager to spend and most stuff is really cheap there.
Execpt for two VERY important things I hold dear to my heart.
Video games, and food.
For some reason, both cost more than back home, the average NDS game costing at least SGD$40, and that's the for the not so popular ones, where 30 is the norm here, and I couldn't find a place that would sell a decent meal for anything less than $5. That made me sad. Okay fine, at least they compensated for the meals by having super large portions, but that's beside the point.
Oh yes, speaking of meals, there was this conversation that practically sealed my reputation as team dreamer...
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(Peter Wang and Keith talking about something I misheard)
Micro : Wait, wasn't the hotel gym closed?
(Very long puzzled silence)
Mr Lim : Err, Micro, you're watching wrong channel, everyone one here is tuned to MTV, I think you're on Discovery right now...
Zongren : So what channel are you watching sir?
(whispered) Micro : His TV is broken already...
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Zongren almost covered the table in tea upon hearing that.
Hehe, the kangaroo court sessions... Turns out the stuff Lincoln was furiously scribbling down was all the so-called charges he would prosecute us with. Our first hint was when he bought all those century eggs and raw brocoli, someone should have suspected something, but we all assumed he would get his wife to cook or something, and me being me I was too happy carrying two 2 litres of bottle Coke that I would get a share of for carrying to notice anything suspicious.
Turns out, all that stuff was for eating. Raw. As punishment for charges he fabricated. A few of the charges...
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"Keith, you are accused of being too much like a tourist, always having a camera out to take photos of yourself."
"Edmond, you are accused of learning how to pass balls on the 11th floor of the hotel, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Micro, you have two charges. *Gets century egg ready* You are accused of not being a team player by not letting anyone else carry the Coke, and for posing as an SJI boy on an ACJC rugby tour" (I only wore my tracksuit, and George wore the bottom half...)
"Tim, George, Nasril and Song, you are all charged with stealing my bananas to eat them."
"Peter Wang, you are hereby accused of not going out with at least one J1 player."
"Mr Lim, you are accused of *insert ridiculous charge here*"
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Prentice has a video of Peter freaking out for at least 2 minutes before eating the century egg, and Mr Lim only finished his after much complaining, threatening the judge and pleading. No problems on my end, two bites and it was over.
Most importantly though, I've learned on a lot of people who look real fearsome and intimidating can be quite nice once you get to know them.
I've learned that not everyone is the talented but distant Space Marine I thought them to be.
I've learned that truly, you won't be left behind or forgotten here, even if it seems like you have been.
And I learned to play hearts.
Not all of us made it there. Nas and Kun didn't dare to climb the ladder to the highest point on the roof because it was a LONG way down if we slipped and fell, and I almost backed out as well. At first, I only climbed up to give Zongren and CK my camera and I went down again, but they thought I chickened out at the last rung, so I went back up again, and I'm glad I did.
The two photos showing why. There are a few more pictures of us dancing on the roof of the hotel, and one with the two of them doing the Titanic scene and looking so damn gay, but they're all on my Facebook, and I'm too lazy to upload them...
It is dry as hell in Hong Kong, and I've fufilled most of my main objectives there, namely
-Buy new shoes
-See the nightlife (Non-existent where I was)
-Count how many 7-11's I could see from my hotel (3)
-Find a new entry for engrish.com
-Play in the match we went to there to play (failed)
Yeah, I was pretty upset about that last one. Very upset, but perhaps I did get a bit too emotional about, looking back now sneaking away from the rest of the team when they went for the dinner reception wasn't the best thing to do. It's painful though, listening to them recount their stories on the field, that crash that left a guy out cold, the run that gained more than 20 meters, that tackle to stop the one that almost got away... To here all these post-match tales, unable to join in because you have none of your own... It hurts, really.
But meh, I'll get over it. Aside from that, everything else was fantastic. Left to roam the streets of Kowloon by ourselves most of the time, we jumped from shop to shop, possibly annoying quite a few shopkeepers by trying out just about everything in their stores before finally deciding on something, or worse, not buying anything at all, but those were rare cases since everyone was eager to spend and most stuff is really cheap there.
Execpt for two VERY important things I hold dear to my heart.
Video games, and food.
For some reason, both cost more than back home, the average NDS game costing at least SGD$40, and that's the for the not so popular ones, where 30 is the norm here, and I couldn't find a place that would sell a decent meal for anything less than $5. That made me sad. Okay fine, at least they compensated for the meals by having super large portions, but that's beside the point.
Oh yes, speaking of meals, there was this conversation that practically sealed my reputation as team dreamer...
-----
(Peter Wang and Keith talking about something I misheard)
Micro : Wait, wasn't the hotel gym closed?
(Very long puzzled silence)
Mr Lim : Err, Micro, you're watching wrong channel, everyone one here is tuned to MTV, I think you're on Discovery right now...
Zongren : So what channel are you watching sir?
(whispered) Micro : His TV is broken already...
-----
Zongren almost covered the table in tea upon hearing that.
Hehe, the kangaroo court sessions... Turns out the stuff Lincoln was furiously scribbling down was all the so-called charges he would prosecute us with. Our first hint was when he bought all those century eggs and raw brocoli, someone should have suspected something, but we all assumed he would get his wife to cook or something, and me being me I was too happy carrying two 2 litres of bottle Coke that I would get a share of for carrying to notice anything suspicious.
Turns out, all that stuff was for eating. Raw. As punishment for charges he fabricated. A few of the charges...
---
"Keith, you are accused of being too much like a tourist, always having a camera out to take photos of yourself."
"Edmond, you are accused of learning how to pass balls on the 11th floor of the hotel, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Micro, you have two charges. *Gets century egg ready* You are accused of not being a team player by not letting anyone else carry the Coke, and for posing as an SJI boy on an ACJC rugby tour" (I only wore my tracksuit, and George wore the bottom half...)
"Tim, George, Nasril and Song, you are all charged with stealing my bananas to eat them."
"Peter Wang, you are hereby accused of not going out with at least one J1 player."
"Mr Lim, you are accused of *insert ridiculous charge here*"
-----
Prentice has a video of Peter freaking out for at least 2 minutes before eating the century egg, and Mr Lim only finished his after much complaining, threatening the judge and pleading. No problems on my end, two bites and it was over.
Most importantly though, I've learned on a lot of people who look real fearsome and intimidating can be quite nice once you get to know them.
I've learned that not everyone is the talented but distant Space Marine I thought them to be.
I've learned that truly, you won't be left behind or forgotten here, even if it seems like you have been.
And I learned to play hearts.
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Round and Round the Merry-Go-Round
The mood of the day goes, from good to bad and back again about a million times.
It's currently on the bad cycle. It's the NE poster thing's fault. Photos of the mass rallies during orientation were harder to find than I thought. Where are all the camwhores of the school when you really need them... With approximately 10 hours before school restarts again, I apparently, am in crisis. I currently have a few options
1) Grab any bunch of photos I can find, and alter my group's poster thingy to fit the bill
2) Simply go to sleep and throw something together from what we have tomorrow.
3) Wait for inspiration to hit me.
Option 1) looks possible. Option 2) is the route I'd have taken in another totally different set of conditions, if I knew everyone else's filed this in their heads the same way I do (Things no one cares about.), but I'm not sure if it is. I've trodden on enough toes as it is.
Option 3) however...
Is how many of my magna opera came to be, my Commonwealth credited essay, Chapters 1-2 and most of my powerpoints. A lot of my best work is forcibly dragged out of my head and onto paper/keyboard in these moments.
But I'm coming up with nothin----
"Stop the car!" *SCREECH!!!* "Look at that beauty, get me sack and noose Terri!"
*CRASH*
"Gorgeous! Look at that blighter!"
Amazing. I have just found and abducted a photo suiting our needs Steve Irwin style on maniAC! I need to do this more often...
I will never doubt the power of the internetz again!
My posts are becoming shorter and more weird than usual. Uh-oh...
It's currently on the bad cycle. It's the NE poster thing's fault. Photos of the mass rallies during orientation were harder to find than I thought. Where are all the camwhores of the school when you really need them... With approximately 10 hours before school restarts again, I apparently, am in crisis. I currently have a few options
1) Grab any bunch of photos I can find, and alter my group's poster thingy to fit the bill
2) Simply go to sleep and throw something together from what we have tomorrow.
3) Wait for inspiration to hit me.
Option 1) looks possible. Option 2) is the route I'd have taken in another totally different set of conditions, if I knew everyone else's filed this in their heads the same way I do (Things no one cares about.), but I'm not sure if it is. I've trodden on enough toes as it is.
Option 3) however...
Is how many of my magna opera came to be, my Commonwealth credited essay, Chapters 1-2 and most of my powerpoints. A lot of my best work is forcibly dragged out of my head and onto paper/keyboard in these moments.
But I'm coming up with nothin----
"Stop the car!" *SCREECH!!!* "Look at that beauty, get me sack and noose Terri!"
*CRASH*
"Gorgeous! Look at that blighter!"
Amazing. I have just found and abducted a photo suiting our needs Steve Irwin style on maniAC! I need to do this more often...
I will never doubt the power of the internetz again!
My posts are becoming shorter and more weird than usual. Uh-oh...
Sunday, 8 March 2009
1SB2 - A New Beginning (Two weeks late as usual)
Yes, it seems I've been at ACJC for a month now, and that the March holidays are...one week away? That was fast... Mostly due to the fact that everything is so rushed now that I haven't got time to stop and think.
Two weeks into the job, and surprisingly, I haven't been sacked as class rep yet. Yet. Sarcastic and cynical as I seem about having taken on the job, it's starting to grow on me, though if there were a grade for this job, given how I've moved (or not moved) the class, I think I'd get a subpass at best.
Oh yes, the class has the misfortune of having me at the helm. What can I say about them? Well, to be honest, I'm getting the same feeling I was getting at Corryn during the first week I was so damned miserable about, that something vitally crucial happened that everyone was supposed to have taken note of, but I just happened to blink. Of course, that problem eventually fixed itself quite conveniently at Corryn, and with any luck it'll happen here.
Two weeks into the job, and surprisingly, I haven't been sacked as class rep yet. Yet. Sarcastic and cynical as I seem about having taken on the job, it's starting to grow on me, though if there were a grade for this job, given how I've moved (or not moved) the class, I think I'd get a subpass at best.
Oh yes, the class has the misfortune of having me at the helm. What can I say about them? Well, to be honest, I'm getting the same feeling I was getting at Corryn during the first week I was so damned miserable about, that something vitally crucial happened that everyone was supposed to have taken note of, but I just happened to blink. Of course, that problem eventually fixed itself quite conveniently at Corryn, and with any luck it'll happen here.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
I R 17!
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Gerald : HAPPY B'DAY MICROO/CHENG HENG! May the skies rain mayo^^
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Gerald, I'll remember that line for many birthdays to come!
Happy birthday to me lulz!
Wait, no. "Happy birthday to me" must be one of the loneliest-sounding phrases around, given how it's only said by people who are absolutely alone on their own very special day of the year.
Which quite thankfully, I'm not.
The so-called AC tradition of being rolled around in a dustbin on your birthday seems to have over-looked with thankfully. Being found only when you want to has it's uses sometimes 8 )
Speaking of which, we've just been sorted out into our actual classes. Now, I have switched from Corryn to 1SB2. What I don't get is them making us have orientation with one group of people, then proceed to swap us to a totally new bunch of people we are completely unfamiliar with, thereby neutralizing the point of having gone through all that bonding.
Ah well, the Lord works in strange ways. Pity though, I was just starting to warm up to everyone in Corryn. No one going with me since they either don't take H2 Physics, or didn't get the same score as me...
On the bright side, they did at least post me together with Nick Lam, so I had at least one familiar face in the crowd. It certainly made up somewhat for what happened next.
The teacher in charge...well...how do I put this nicely........
*Warning*
ERROR 144 : Aformentioned action is not possible
*Warning*
Ah nuts, never mind, you get the idea.
Still, the last thing I felt was a major problem in this school conveniently solved itself, so maybe if I sit back and do nothing, it'll eventually fix itself.'
Fortunately, the other people in the class seem to be okay people. Thank the heavens they got rid (I think) of the old system where the better your O-Level score, the lower your class number, so I'm not stuck with a influx of scholars/workaholic China studenets/nerds. It's great being a Medic in TF2, but it's NOT funny if the entire team consists of Medics. Even I have a limit of how much over-enthusiasm concerning homework, and I live with myself, so that just means the leeway is not exactly large...
Meh, what am I saying, all the ASEAN scholars I've met in SJI are friendly guys, and I enjoy the tag of nerd, but like I said, Medic is fun to play, but whole team Medic = GGed with no remake.
With 13 minutes till 18th of Feburary is over, I've been contemplating what being 17 entails. Doesn't unlock the next level movie ratings. Doesn't allow me to drive yet. Doesn't allow me to buy alcohol or get into clubs, not that I'd try because I'm too damn lazy/lifeless.
In short, just me getting older. Uh-oh... Staying at this age is fine with me personally. Most people my age just can't wait to hit 18/21. I can't understand why, except perhaps for the driving bit, and it's not that hard to drive anyway.
Hehe, look at me, already thinking about how to stay young at 17. Can't imagine what'll happen if I hit 30. Or whether I will hit 30, if I decide to continue my titration habits here.
Gerald : HAPPY B'DAY MICROO/CHENG HENG! May the skies rain mayo^^
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Gerald, I'll remember that line for many birthdays to come!
Happy birthday to me lulz!
Wait, no. "Happy birthday to me" must be one of the loneliest-sounding phrases around, given how it's only said by people who are absolutely alone on their own very special day of the year.
Which quite thankfully, I'm not.
The so-called AC tradition of being rolled around in a dustbin on your birthday seems to have over-looked with thankfully. Being found only when you want to has it's uses sometimes 8 )
Speaking of which, we've just been sorted out into our actual classes. Now, I have switched from Corryn to 1SB2. What I don't get is them making us have orientation with one group of people, then proceed to swap us to a totally new bunch of people we are completely unfamiliar with, thereby neutralizing the point of having gone through all that bonding.
Ah well, the Lord works in strange ways. Pity though, I was just starting to warm up to everyone in Corryn. No one going with me since they either don't take H2 Physics, or didn't get the same score as me...
On the bright side, they did at least post me together with Nick Lam, so I had at least one familiar face in the crowd. It certainly made up somewhat for what happened next.
The teacher in charge...well...how do I put this nicely........
*Warning*
ERROR 144 : Aformentioned action is not possible
*Warning*
Ah nuts, never mind, you get the idea.
Still, the last thing I felt was a major problem in this school conveniently solved itself, so maybe if I sit back and do nothing, it'll eventually fix itself.'
Fortunately, the other people in the class seem to be okay people. Thank the heavens they got rid (I think) of the old system where the better your O-Level score, the lower your class number, so I'm not stuck with a influx of scholars/workaholic China studenets/nerds. It's great being a Medic in TF2, but it's NOT funny if the entire team consists of Medics. Even I have a limit of how much over-enthusiasm concerning homework, and I live with myself, so that just means the leeway is not exactly large...
Meh, what am I saying, all the ASEAN scholars I've met in SJI are friendly guys, and I enjoy the tag of nerd, but like I said, Medic is fun to play, but whole team Medic = GGed with no remake.
With 13 minutes till 18th of Feburary is over, I've been contemplating what being 17 entails. Doesn't unlock the next level movie ratings. Doesn't allow me to drive yet. Doesn't allow me to buy alcohol or get into clubs, not that I'd try because I'm too damn lazy/lifeless.
In short, just me getting older. Uh-oh... Staying at this age is fine with me personally. Most people my age just can't wait to hit 18/21. I can't understand why, except perhaps for the driving bit, and it's not that hard to drive anyway.
Hehe, look at me, already thinking about how to stay young at 17. Can't imagine what'll happen if I hit 30. Or whether I will hit 30, if I decide to continue my titration habits here.
Friday, 13 February 2009
101th Post
Wow, looking back at post 100, that was a pretty emo post. What a way to mark the century post, though I never, ever delete posts. Just a policy thing.
Right, I guess it's time for the explanation for the previous post.
Ahem. The previous incident has been resolved on all sides, and has been considered to be settled by all parties with no further comment.
Typical politician's answer, if I might say so myself.
Well, Week 2 has come to a close, and Destiny has kindly allowed any remaining problems I have remaining to be deflected by mein apathy shield!
Okay fine, not really, the lack of time is a bitch. Okay, not really the lack of it. Because I've been so enthusiastic in signing up early with the rugby team, I get back at around 10 most days. I haven't even had time to use Frank properly yet!
Oh yes, Frank. That'll be the computer I built. After Frankenstein. My nerd side cries in agony. Frank has been sitting under my desk for a week now, and I've done little with it save checking my email.
Like having the ability to telekinetically lift cars and tear them in half, but all I've done so far is open cans with it... The horror of it all, I can't imagine what'll happen when the homework starts coming in...
Time seems to turn up at all the wrong spots, in all the wrong quantities in AC. I will pack 4 lectures consecutively, and suddenly, I'm home free at 1130. Good huh? So what happens if I have to stay back until 5 for training?
A grand total of 6 hours. Weet, what do I with it? Okay fine, most hardworking people would point at that and say
"IDIOT! Homework goes HERE!"
Which is true really. And I honestly tried that. I got to page 17 in my H2 Chem notes (Lecture is still at 7...), something of the like with H2 Maths, tried to understand why the hell it's so hard to just to tell people "Money is exchanged for goods and services, and using 1 trillion dollars to give every American 600 Subway Subs, and iPod and a pair of Ginsu knives is just dumb," and why they've got to do it in about 3000+ words.
And guess what? It was still one-thirty, and all I succeeded in was looking like a closet mugger who's come into the open. Okay, it gave me the chance to pay attention more in Chem...wait no...less busy...not really...Damn, what benefit has it brought me?
Let's see...I spent enough time staring at the back of Rachel's head to realize she dyed streaks into it, had it curled at the ends at one point, doesn't really bother with neatness, and has birthmark at base of neck?
Too many details, I know, and don't worry Rachel, not stalking you!
Okay, that goes into the "Nolelele NO!" catergory. It'll be useful later on I'm sure, but we live in the present, and it needs fixing.
Not enough to go back home, too much to pass quickly, too much to fill completely with homework (At least for now).
-Gym? Possibly for the last hour or two before training starts, which leaves me with 4 hours.
-Library? Sorry, Oldham Library still feels like a step down from SJI's Beurel....Especially content-wise...
-Eat? You're kidding right? I'm 85kg right now, bad idea...
-Sleep? Where? Yet to find a good place to crash out. Bad idea anyway.
- Stare into the air and contemplate the meaning of life? Hmm, interesting, except for the fact that I know the meaning of life already. It's 42. Everyone knows that.
-Use sugar that Mivio gave me with the matches she gave Caleb to make caramel? Caramel good... But caramel is one-use-only. Dammit!
That's it, I'm out of ideas. Time has lost it's ability to come WHEN NEEDED in the right amounts for me, and it's coming up at all the wrong times, causing me to trip over it.
Sort of like me now in rugby. Rusty as hell now, dropping passes like nuts, the new guy telling me to be more aggresive and...
WAIT! Bad Cheng Heng! Enough problems for the week! ONE AT ZE TIME! NO MORE FOR TONIGHT!
Right, I guess it's time for the explanation for the previous post.
Ahem. The previous incident has been resolved on all sides, and has been considered to be settled by all parties with no further comment.
Typical politician's answer, if I might say so myself.
Well, Week 2 has come to a close, and Destiny has kindly allowed any remaining problems I have remaining to be deflected by mein apathy shield!
Okay fine, not really, the lack of time is a bitch. Okay, not really the lack of it. Because I've been so enthusiastic in signing up early with the rugby team, I get back at around 10 most days. I haven't even had time to use Frank properly yet!
Oh yes, Frank. That'll be the computer I built. After Frankenstein. My nerd side cries in agony. Frank has been sitting under my desk for a week now, and I've done little with it save checking my email.
Like having the ability to telekinetically lift cars and tear them in half, but all I've done so far is open cans with it... The horror of it all, I can't imagine what'll happen when the homework starts coming in...
Time seems to turn up at all the wrong spots, in all the wrong quantities in AC. I will pack 4 lectures consecutively, and suddenly, I'm home free at 1130. Good huh? So what happens if I have to stay back until 5 for training?
A grand total of 6 hours. Weet, what do I with it? Okay fine, most hardworking people would point at that and say
"IDIOT! Homework goes HERE!"
Which is true really. And I honestly tried that. I got to page 17 in my H2 Chem notes (Lecture is still at 7...), something of the like with H2 Maths, tried to understand why the hell it's so hard to just to tell people "Money is exchanged for goods and services, and using 1 trillion dollars to give every American 600 Subway Subs, and iPod and a pair of Ginsu knives is just dumb," and why they've got to do it in about 3000+ words.
And guess what? It was still one-thirty, and all I succeeded in was looking like a closet mugger who's come into the open. Okay, it gave me the chance to pay attention more in Chem...wait no...less busy...not really...Damn, what benefit has it brought me?
Let's see...I spent enough time staring at the back of Rachel's head to realize she dyed streaks into it, had it curled at the ends at one point, doesn't really bother with neatness, and has birthmark at base of neck?
Too many details, I know, and don't worry Rachel, not stalking you!
Okay, that goes into the "Nolelele NO!" catergory. It'll be useful later on I'm sure, but we live in the present, and it needs fixing.
Not enough to go back home, too much to pass quickly, too much to fill completely with homework (At least for now).
-Gym? Possibly for the last hour or two before training starts, which leaves me with 4 hours.
-Library? Sorry, Oldham Library still feels like a step down from SJI's Beurel....Especially content-wise...
-Eat? You're kidding right? I'm 85kg right now, bad idea...
-Sleep? Where? Yet to find a good place to crash out. Bad idea anyway.
- Stare into the air and contemplate the meaning of life? Hmm, interesting, except for the fact that I know the meaning of life already. It's 42. Everyone knows that.
-Use sugar that Mivio gave me with the matches she gave Caleb to make caramel? Caramel good... But caramel is one-use-only. Dammit!
That's it, I'm out of ideas. Time has lost it's ability to come WHEN NEEDED in the right amounts for me, and it's coming up at all the wrong times, causing me to trip over it.
Sort of like me now in rugby. Rusty as hell now, dropping passes like nuts, the new guy telling me to be more aggresive and...
WAIT! Bad Cheng Heng! Enough problems for the week! ONE AT ZE TIME! NO MORE FOR TONIGHT!
Sunday, 8 February 2009
One Long Haze Of Sadness
I'll be honest, I'm not entirely at ease here in ACJC. For starters, I don't feel at accepted into my OG, plain and simple. I can say something, and not be heard, or be interrupted mid-way by someone else. Is it my fault? Possibly, probably... You start to realize something is wrong when the girl who arrived in just yesterday fits in better than you do.
I was actually writing a song about the OG. I scrapped it. No one seemed to like it. I know what an "Okay..." or a "Right..." in a certain tone means.
It's like the picture's been taken, and I didn't happened to be in it. Bryant says it'll all fall into place. It has, just that I'm not there either. I could vanish mid-way through something, and they wouldn't notice.
I could pass out somewhere and collapse, and half of the OG wouldn't notice.
And guess what? They didn't. I did pass out. In the middle of the campfire in the hall. One more migraine attack, another to add to my list.
Aside from David, and the other guy who pulled me up and dragged me out of the hall to find help. Couldn't see the other guy through my daze, so I'm sorry if can't give you due credit.
I told them that the flashing lights in the dark and the noise triggered it, which was partially true. My attacks get triggered by a few other reasons, when I'm extremely upset/angry for one.
This is what happened. Marshall, our resident joker, had been dragged onto stage by yours truly after much egging on from everyone else, where we promptly made jackasses of ourselves. Then came something that I felt I really could strut with : Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Right up my alley. I watched the show of the same name so many times, Scenes From a Hat so many times. So I grab Marshall and tell him "Let's go and redeem ourselves mate!".
At that point, Serene tells me to sit down. Then the pause before her next sentence. I always recognize that pause. It's the one you take when you think about how to tell a person to just plain get lost in the nicest way possible without sounding really nasty.
"Sit down, give someone else a chance," she said. Fair enough. In the same breath she joins the rest in encouraging Marshall to get back onto the stage.
At that point, I just had it.
All the times I've been told "Could you move please, I want to stand next to *insert name here*".
All the times I was ignored or cut off mid-sentence.
All the times I got passed over in the games.
All the times I had to shunt my way to the back, because I made a conversational dead-zone with my mere presence.
Helped along by all the damned cheering and lights, my head and eye caught fire and exploded. Someone said "Is he crying?" after awhile. I might have been, for a short time. Then David and someone else hauled me out to get help.
I remember being put into a chair and a kind teacher looking after me and calling my mum, praying for me in between. And I didn't even catch his name. The rest was a haze of pain until about 930, according to the teacher.
The last painful slap? I missed the dances. I missed the dances. The one part of the whole thing I could honestly say I enjoyed and looked forward to.
Oh, I tried to get back in. I even told the teacher I was okay enough to go back in. I didn't dare to push it too far, in case he thought I was faking it. He eventually let me go back into the hall to watch. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone back in, because all I achieved was getting my head throbbing again, and seeing what I was missing.
Serena and Arthas (My OGL's) turned up after a while, along with Rachel and someone who possibly looked like Priscilla to help locate my bag so I could leave. Once they did, I staggered out with the teacher supported by two other OGL's who I also didn't catch the names of, and into my mum's car.
I know it's only a week. I know some things take time to happen. I'm just upset because these things happened, sans one Cheng Heng, a name some of them can't remember even now.
Serena, Arthas, Amanda, I know you three tried. That's one thing I'll give this school credit for, people will truly put their hearts and souls into everything they try.
I'm sorry if I feel like this, if I sound unappreciative, I know I must. I know, odds are it's my fault in some way, but really, all I can do is sigh wistfully when I look back at what happened.
I was actually writing a song about the OG. I scrapped it. No one seemed to like it. I know what an "Okay..." or a "Right..." in a certain tone means.
It's like the picture's been taken, and I didn't happened to be in it. Bryant says it'll all fall into place. It has, just that I'm not there either. I could vanish mid-way through something, and they wouldn't notice.
I could pass out somewhere and collapse, and half of the OG wouldn't notice.
And guess what? They didn't. I did pass out. In the middle of the campfire in the hall. One more migraine attack, another to add to my list.
Aside from David, and the other guy who pulled me up and dragged me out of the hall to find help. Couldn't see the other guy through my daze, so I'm sorry if can't give you due credit.
I told them that the flashing lights in the dark and the noise triggered it, which was partially true. My attacks get triggered by a few other reasons, when I'm extremely upset/angry for one.
This is what happened. Marshall, our resident joker, had been dragged onto stage by yours truly after much egging on from everyone else, where we promptly made jackasses of ourselves. Then came something that I felt I really could strut with : Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Right up my alley. I watched the show of the same name so many times, Scenes From a Hat so many times. So I grab Marshall and tell him "Let's go and redeem ourselves mate!".
At that point, Serene tells me to sit down. Then the pause before her next sentence. I always recognize that pause. It's the one you take when you think about how to tell a person to just plain get lost in the nicest way possible without sounding really nasty.
"Sit down, give someone else a chance," she said. Fair enough. In the same breath she joins the rest in encouraging Marshall to get back onto the stage.
At that point, I just had it.
All the times I've been told "Could you move please, I want to stand next to *insert name here*".
All the times I was ignored or cut off mid-sentence.
All the times I got passed over in the games.
All the times I had to shunt my way to the back, because I made a conversational dead-zone with my mere presence.
Helped along by all the damned cheering and lights, my head and eye caught fire and exploded. Someone said "Is he crying?" after awhile. I might have been, for a short time. Then David and someone else hauled me out to get help.
I remember being put into a chair and a kind teacher looking after me and calling my mum, praying for me in between. And I didn't even catch his name. The rest was a haze of pain until about 930, according to the teacher.
The last painful slap? I missed the dances. I missed the dances. The one part of the whole thing I could honestly say I enjoyed and looked forward to.
Oh, I tried to get back in. I even told the teacher I was okay enough to go back in. I didn't dare to push it too far, in case he thought I was faking it. He eventually let me go back into the hall to watch. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone back in, because all I achieved was getting my head throbbing again, and seeing what I was missing.
Serena and Arthas (My OGL's) turned up after a while, along with Rachel and someone who possibly looked like Priscilla to help locate my bag so I could leave. Once they did, I staggered out with the teacher supported by two other OGL's who I also didn't catch the names of, and into my mum's car.
I know it's only a week. I know some things take time to happen. I'm just upset because these things happened, sans one Cheng Heng, a name some of them can't remember even now.
Serena, Arthas, Amanda, I know you three tried. That's one thing I'll give this school credit for, people will truly put their hearts and souls into everything they try.
I'm sorry if I feel like this, if I sound unappreciative, I know I must. I know, odds are it's my fault in some way, but really, all I can do is sigh wistfully when I look back at what happened.
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