I post every 100 years

The four (consecutive) homeless evenings:

One: I think it was right when I came home from camp, and stayed in the Youthhub (JSSC) for a few hours.

Two: When we went to.. Hewtors to celebrate van's bday, and I came back home about 11-ish

Three: I think I had a meeting at the JSSC riight after polo. Which ended about 8-ish. Damn.

Four: Oh, this one is the best. I woke up with Claire passing me the phone, saying she didn't know who this person was. I took the phone: "do you know who this is?" "Huh? No, who?" "Do you know?" "No.." "Mr Ngian lah! Anyways, blablabaskfdasbndfu..."
Hearing that name.. that voice.. IN THE MORNING.. WAKING ME UP.. sucked enough. He told me that the duedate of this podcast we were supposed to do throughout the month had come, and we hadn't submitted our podcast.

So I rushed to the computer and immediately started with the project with Chun Feng and Devar (They were the only people in the group available at the time).
To make things easier, I went to Chun Feng's house, as he had a recorder there and didn't want to do the thing alone.

As for the afternoon, we spent it redoing the damn thing AGAIN and AGAIN and recording AGAAAIN. It was awesome. >:(
The best part: As I finished recording.. FINALLY.. and we thought it was FINALLY done, his com screwed up. And no, we couldn't save it.

And those are the four consecutive days of which I spent the afternoon/evenings outside. And for me -me- to do that is pretty topsy turvy, I'm sure a few people'd agree..

Let it never happen again.
Maybe.

Campteen:

Bandits, go.
*silence*

that about sums up my first experience with my group alone.

ANYWAYS.
It started with me sitting outside the JSSC at about... 5am. Waiting and waiting and staring at the oh-so-beautiful stars. And then Malina came and laid down too. And then Amanda came and they went to get prad- sorry, prata.

And then Syaz came and wondered where exactly they went for the.. prata.
Meanwhile, many many old men and women were starting something in front of the JSSC. About 5 of them wearing white and red were in front of everyone, and Everyone (The other old people) wer in straight lines, getting ready, for something.
And then the radio (Huge, beatbox-type radio) that the 5 people had started playing, and it played National Day music. National Day Music with this guy going "yi, er, san, si, er, er, san si" (1, 2, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 4). And all of them started.. dancing. Or.. stretching or something. Exercising.
BUT IT WAS SO CUTE. AHAHA.

And as the rest of the exco came, and the ball was rolling, and the campers came for the registration, the music changed to this soothing kinda.. 'peaceful pond' music. With a woman going "huuuuu........ xiiiiiiii........ huuuuuu......... xiiiiiiiii" (in... out... in... out. Referring to breath, folks.)

After a few minutes they left, and FINALLY we could start the registration.
Being part of crowd control, ahmad and I had nothing to do then, as there wasn't much of a 'crowd'. So we went to the 7-11 across the road and got food and drinks. As we walked back, Ahmad introduced to me the terms Mat and Minah, which I will not go into. :)

Anyways, skipping the registration, Mariam and I were assigned to the fourth bus. The fourth bus was half-filled with Malays (front) and half-filled with Chinese (back). For the first few hours of the trip to the Sarimbun campsite, the malays were talking and talking and taaalkiiing... and the Chinese were all quiet. Mariam and I thought it was gonna be like this the whole way, heh.

But then for the second part of the 'journey', the Chinese campers started taaalking and talking, and the malay campers were quiet. Weird. Still, I liked it when the Malay campers talked more. They were less "chitchattish", and didn't laugh so horribly loud.

ANYWHAA.
This will be a 'to be continued' moment for now. Nya nyaa.

Bake until Golden-Brown.

Saw this on Van's Blogger blog. Couldn't resist making my own.

HOW TO MAKE A ZAN:

Ingredients:
6 parts Random Brainfarts
5 parts Love for Pencil&Paper
1 part Eyebrows
1 part Grammar
50 parts Romance
0 parts Intelligence
0 parts Stupidity
15 parts Age

Method:
Store 50 parts Romance in freezer until 15 parts Age and 0 parts Intelligence expands to size of liking.
Dump rest into bowl, mix and pour into brain mould. Place brain mould into Zanmould. Serve while warm.


[I am so ruining this. Ahahah.]

Unbirthday?

March 30th, here I come.

Oh man, I've got to get updating this thing again.
Lets see... I have..:

The four homeless evenings
Campteen
And one of the shittier days I've had
and of course,
Bangkok

to post.
(Well, Bangkok will be.. after I come back from Bangkok.)

"Top 5 Computer Capabilities I wish I had in My Life"

1. Undo

2. Search

3. Copy & Paste

4. Redo

5. Debug

.. Petty Judgement?

(Note: The names of the people mentioned in this post have been very slightly edited to prevent myself from getting into trouble.)
(It's become more of a.. "You know who you are" kind of thing.)


Had to make this post after hearing about CF's punishment..

Well. On Friday we had our English lessons, work was being done, there were about 17 minutes to the end of the class, and to our dismissal. Our teacher, Ms X, came over beside CF and asked him why his hair was so.. brown. (It was dyed, of course)
He replied with something along the lines of "Mine isn't as obvious as yours"
"CF, are you comparing yourself with me?"
and that's where it hit the fan.

Now hold on a bit. I know that some people may take a little offence in having their hair dye being pointed out. But what I don't know is why. and why you'd get angry if the hair dye was so blatantly... there.

Now, Ms X's hair was one of those. it was very obviously dyed, we knew that, she knew that, blabla bla. But for some reason, she snapped. "You want to irritate me, right?" "Want to get in trouble, RIGHT?"
She walked to the desk while raising her voice increasingly...
"Ms Lee why are you angry"
"CF KNOWS"


So they went to see Mr Z, our school's Discipline Master, about CF's dyed hair, which is not allowed.
Still, many students walk around the school with dyed hair. Mainly because the lessons we have now are outside the official schooldays.
So.
All Mr Z said was "Why is your hair like that?"
..

.. yeah, that's it.
That's all he said.

And now, CF's punishmentis to write down "I will not irritate Ms X" a THOUSAND times.
Yeah, guess who gave him that punishment.

And that's where I get confused. A little angry, maybe.
Shouldn't the lesson be to never give trouble to your teacherS?
Instead of just a specific teacher.
What I'm saying is, WHY isn't the punishment "I will not irritate my teachers"?

Isn't "I will not irritate Ms X" kind of... selfish?
And isn't punishing a student for pointing out hair dye a little petty?

Jeez.

I say the right way the situation could've played out is

"But yours is more obvious than mine"

"CF, I am a teacher. The rules require that all STUDENTS not dye their hair. And if you compare me to yourself again, I'll give you five demerits."

And that would be all.
No petty discipline.
No overcoming anger.
No subtle hate for the student the rest of the class..
Student knows what not-to-do.


Oh, and this is going in the potential-blackmail list for teacherhood.

Walk Thoughts

I pity the one with the good-looking mate who must tolerate passerby stares.

I pity the one that has great power but no place or event to use it.

I pity the one who has been the best at one thing all their life, only to find somebody better.

I pity the one that must suffer for the happiness of others.

I pity the one that is misunderstood.

I pity the one that blindly conforms.

I love the one that thinks by their own judgement.

I love the one who is not afraid to reject.

I hate the blog program that has disallowed me to post the two posts I posted before.

Saw yet another black person today.
They seem to be all around Singapore lately. Meh.

But the guy I saw today was -special-. He had a white girlfriend. I don't know why, but seeing races being friends or more with other races never fails to make me all choked up (To a small degree.) It's just so... BEAUTIFUL. AJAGAJAGAKA It's just such a great thing to look at.

Started reading V for Vendetta - the comic. The comic the movie is based off. And from the start of this one and the last 'big comic' I read, Watchmen, I am now psychologically compelled to SHUN those that refer to comic books as a kids' thing. As a 'childish' thing. Go read the aforementioned books, you'll see what I'm talking about. Assuming little... things.
I've gotta get blogging more.

I'm compelled to.

"The exams are over".


Oh, and a funny thing about that...
Just a week after the exams ended, I experienced two days of unexplained depression, lethargy and sadness. Of course you could blame the haze and it's toxic toxicness, but I blame the fear of The Overall Grade. That thing is FREAKY.

And about the haze. I don't know whether to love it for its polo-training-preventing capabilities, or to hate it because of the eye-hurt it causes Van, and the blockage of my love for scenic views.

Oh, and I went for polo training today.
It's been... weeks. MONTHS EVEN.
And polo was, well, same old polo. which I shall summarize with the following:

Swim
Swim
Swim
Ball training
Game.


Nothing left to write now. I'll just hope this is interesting, hope more people than Van read this and hope that Van gets her 'daily dose' worth of my blog entries.

AND I HOPE THIS GETS PUBLISHED ON THE BLOG... LETS FIND OUT.. O_O

Boink.

I should really get back to blogging.


Yes.


I really should.

Too Bad

See those two words there in the title? Those two words are offensive, rude words.
BAD, BAD words. Terrifying words.
Words that should never enter the ears of another being.They haunt the very fabric of virtue. Thou shalt not waggle thy tongue to formeth them. Shunned is he who utters the phrase.

Jeez.

Anyways...
Brilliant plan!: As an attempt to gain less of a smartass appearance with a certain teacher of mine, I'll differ from my usual criticizing ways in class and let her teach without my horrible corrections - I'll be a good 'ol, obedient 'ol, quiet 'ol studious kid in her class. I'll pass the Interesting Student title to Van. We all win!

I love it when nobody 'gets' my plans. Of course, my motives won't be explained until they take place, which won't be anytime soon. Until then, BE CREATIVE. THINK.

Oh jea.

Highest for Bio.
2nd for Math.

... Oh yeah.
HOW D'YA LIKE ME NOW DEVAR?!/1!!/!1?!


Anyways, I've been feeding myself with Avatar episodes from Youtube recently. It's not healthy, heh.
Went with Van and our form teacher for this Singtel briefing on this...Moblog competition. For blogging. About anything, but knowing the judges, it's going to have to be all CIVIL... and good-citizen-ey... yuck.

"Blog for a Cause" is the theme. Who doesn't blog for a cause? I blog to relieve boredom and vent and give myself false hope that my thoughts are being read. I guess the only reason for bloging without a cause is... wait. No, there isn't a cause... so there isn't a reason. QED.
Gotta say that she (form teacher) was kind of.. childish there. Sleeping, complaining at certain habits of mine, being "Kay poh"... either she IS childish, or she was trying to be, for fitting-in's sake. No idea, but if she had something to say about it, it wouldn't be the latter (even if it was true... or not) .

Singtel makes great pens.
No, wait.
Singtel gives out great pens. Vietnam makes great pens.


Fun fact: There are eight "..."s in the above paragraph. This last one makes 9. Wee.


dotdotdot.

dot.

mrnmmrmn

Teenagers can be horrible things at their worst.

Note: This does not refer to a particular person, it refers to all of us. I say this so my dear friend Van doesn't get the wrong idea about what I type.

SAYING NO TO DRUGS IS COOL [lies!]

Okay, I've got a few things I've been meaning to put here.. one of them is the title of this entry.
On Friday, when I was going out to something, walking down the hill from our house, I saw in the distance... our neighbour. One of our newer neighbours, whom we seldom talk to, but still say "Hi" to(to be friendly).

Well, he was about 15m away from me, I could see him, he could see me, and according to the Law of The Universe, you only say Hi when you're close enough to see his ear detail (or something). So as we walked to each other NOT saying anything... we just tried looking away from each other... looking at each other awkwardly, until we were close enough to go "Hi!" and walk on.

I hate it when that happens. GARHASJSDF


Oh, and on the way home from school I saw, on a van windshield, a sticker with the words (and I kid you not,) "SAYING NO TO DRUGS IS COOL".
You know that's a lie. Drugs are cool. That's the running reason why people take them. You can't lie to us. And saying NO to drugs is NOT cool. "cool" isn't responded to with "BAWK, BAWK, CHICKEN IS IT?!"

Now, don't take me wrong, I don't take drugs. I HATE BODYKILLERS. And my protest is, drugs are cool, but taking them isn't very clever. The joy you get out of them is probably short-lived, and you just crave for more, and MORE, till you go crazynuts.
SAYING NO TO DRUGS MAY NOT BE COOL, but it sure has no regrets.

Oh, and here are pictures from yesterday, Van, Devar, Jeremy, Chun Feng, Joe and I went out to work on the horrible CME project (Which we have yet to complete, TODAY). I taught them the Joy of Wikipedia, which was a big part of our research. HA.
Oh, and I discovered HOW CHEAP THE STUFF AT BREADTALK IS. ONE DOLLAR. FOR EVERYTHING. ANYTHING. YESYESYES

Oh, Jeremy and I were pretty tired after that, but van was still all shiny and bouncy, and WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TAKE THIS PICTURE:














Anyways, most of them were pretty disgusted to learn that I hadn't showered before going out, heh.



One more thing:
Claire has been acting pretty... assy recently. I still blame MTV, especially that Sweet Sixteen show. Showing girls getting EEEVERYTHING THEY WANT. Spoilage. Spoilage.

Then she switches on to a little REAL LIFE, where you actually have to be good to get what you want, and expects us all to serve her.
I pity that. I just.. don't like it.

(I wonder if being a Nihilist has any use?)
(No, not really..)
(Has it?)

Small Observae-shunnnnnn

Noticed today in the mrt station that about 90% of the people walking around have one hand occupied with something. Be it holding a bag, newspapers, someone's hand, scratching their ass, the hand is never free. Only one hand does the swaying.

Also noticed that, for oral exams, or tests, the "Conversation" bit isn't really conversation. More of an... interview really. Teacher introduces topic, student gives opinions. Teacher asks question, student answers, et cetera.

Because I want to post it. I don't care if you won't get it.

Mr Chng was right.
I'll never doubt him again.


IT
This sucks because it's forced.
This sucks because will is challenged.
This sucks because it can't be told.
This sucks because lies must be told.
This sucks because the equality isn't.
This sucks because it has to suck.

*sigh*

Don't ask, and I tell nothing.
Ask, and I tell nothing.
Continue asking, and I tell nothing.

MRT tip #2.

MRT TIP 2

Say there are two seats in front of you. A person is in one of those seats. If you do not take the empty seat at first, do not take it even after the person has left. If you do, you will be forver thought of by the surrounding people as a jerk who won't sit with people. The situation will be worse if the person who left is of a different race. Then you would be the racist jerk who doesn't sit with [insert race here].

MRT tip #1.

MRT TIP 1
In the MRT, if you wish to fart in public, do NOT do it while standing still. Do it when walking past people. This way there are two outcomes:

1: People will suspect the person beside them, as you have already passed the people.

2: If the person knows it's you, at least you've walked away far enough to avoid embarassment.

ARGH. NO. NO. NOO. Just.. NO.

Here I am, broken hearted to realise that school reopens on MONDAY(?!) and not the END OF JUNE?

SHIT.
SHIT.

Pride of the Ones

I've been searching for the following things on Ebay, but if any of you have them, and don't want them anymore, FEEL FREE TO SEND EM OVER:

=Lego blocks. As many as possible.

=Silly putty (that stuff that comes in a plastic egg, kinda like dough.)

=Prismacolour markers. *drool* (Doubt anyone has these. Besides, they're too AWESOME to give away.)

In other news.
Inform the presses! I've found another Friendster trend:
More and more users are using the term 'Single and proud of it!' in their profiles..

Methinks.. no, meknows this is a clever ploy for other people to consider them. Cause nobody admits they're single, PUBLICLY, for nothing. Especially with a long line of photos of your face looking up at the camera with sparkling eyes and pursed lips. Jeez.

PS: I'm single, and proud of it.
call me.

I don't speak that dialect.

To the person who directed the commercial with the following sentence:

There's one language we all speak.
Football.

CURL UP AND DI-
I mean...

.. I don't like you.
Stereotyping piece of poopoo.
On that note, WHY DOES ALMOST EVERYONE SEEM TO LIKE FOOTBALL SO MUCH. ARGH.
Leave comments. I need a good answer.


Now, for Part 2 of this magically happy entry.

I've gone through the Friendster list, and noticed that half of the 'Friend's on it are people I barely talk to. Sure, I've seen a few at school, subtle glances while walking past each other, but that would be the highest form of contact I have with these people.

Most of them add me. I really can't brag about this, because I can't add who I don't know. Now, when I look at the same peoples' profiles, they have about over 300 friends, 100 at minimum. This scares me. This means people are going around Friendster adding and ADDING people for no reason... yeesh.
This also drives me even further to my 'theory' that people only use Friendster for seeing peoples' pictures. Sneaky little weasels.

Part 3:
I would fill this bit in with my dreams of last night and the night before, but certain people I know read this blog, and it's just too embarassing (The corny kind.) to let em out. So ha.
So all you get is this wonderful video, which is definitely compensation enough if you ask me:

Going for an English.

READ BEFORE WATCHING:
For those who don't get it..
In Britain, English people usually go to Indian restaurants (I hate the way that word is spelt) on Friday nights, and call it 'Going for an Indian'. This is the Indian version.

Part 4, because I keep coming up with stuff to add:

I've noticed a trend going 'round Messenger, where people (usually girls) have scary, fear-striking nicnames like "SHUT UP ALL OF YOU, LEAVE MI LIFE ALONE :'("
but when you start talking to them:

"Hi."
"hi"
"What's with the nicname?"
"nth la lol"

There are names with a suicidal gist too, like "nobody luvs mi, sumtimes gonna feel lik killing myslf"
But they still speak chirpy and sunshine-filled on conversations.

.. Creepy.

Pondering.

I was wondering why every country in the world (except maybe China) uses the same 'year system' as Christians do? The whole B.C and A.D thing. Not all religions have Christ in them, so why does everyone judge the current year from each year counting from AD?
Pondering, pondering..

and why don't more people use solar panels? UNLIMITED ENERGY, MAN. FEWER ELECTRICITY BILLS.

Just a few thoughts.

PS: I miss playing with silly putty. I wonder if anyone sells it any more..

Ouch.

Cycled to Sentosa with my dad and Claire yesterday. Used my elder sis' (Vic) bike cause mine was getting too small for me, proven by my knees touching the handlebars.

Does anyone else think that bicycle seats are too... thin? Who designed these things?
Anyways, because of the very uncomfortable bike seat, I woke up this morning with a very painfully aching 'rear-end'.


Man this hurts.
Ow.