today i hit a ball into the protective netting around the tennis court. 1 to don, 0 to the rest of the motherfucking place. i was hoping to smack a ball onto braddell road and preferably onto some sadass loser driving a sadass pimped up chery or proton. but tough luck.
i failed math test today. powering through, any-o-how differentiate, never bother to prove properly, use P instead of C, then just happily sub any value i felt like subbing in. didnt take it too seriously. anyway after 1-sin2x i was already foaming damn badly and every line i redid a few times cos id make some careless mistake.
risk today was pretty quite fine. the j1s, as expected were overenthusiastic ado about nought. jorddy, lenny and zhenani didnt engage themselves, but it was quite alright. and anyway their group just raped damn hard. diamonds. haha. 12.5. anyway i like b41 n b42. should make that the homeroom. a48 is my own classroom, and its not very nice to use my own classroom, but b41 is just right. in the idiot corner with an idiot semicircle.
after that mugged in school with aaron till 830. did 12a1. which went quite ok until nearing the end. when we went for a 10min 7-11 break we took the lift and the lift jammed. we went to 14th floor, then 9th floor, then the bloody lift opened at 2nd floor and we decided to walk down. i got a feeling my trying to pry open the damned door got something to do with this. lol. hehe.
lalala. slacking off nao.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
sad cafe
vectors kill. the chapter is still a muddled puddle of fucked up shit in my mind. i dont know how to do scalar product or vector product or use any of the formula after the basic vector additions. im really quite dead, lagging like a superleggera without juice.
p&c is da shitz. here i worshippe luoyiheng, the coolest manliest most ownage intelligent cocky bastard. the man with an uncanny ability with perming and combing. like the barber i paid $7 for a haircutt cos it was lunar new year. wtf. anyway i caught nothing for p&c. i was like savant and waterlooville and p&c was like liverpool, there to give me a trouncing, there to beat my meat senseless. remedial worksheets were tough, that i was quite surprised they did such stuff for remedial. even srjc has tough questions. f.
tomorrow is got cca again, which would be interesting, i hope. we playing quiz, which is really man dumb.
p&c is da shitz. here i worshippe luoyiheng, the coolest manliest most ownage intelligent cocky bastard. the man with an uncanny ability with perming and combing. like the barber i paid $7 for a haircutt cos it was lunar new year. wtf. anyway i caught nothing for p&c. i was like savant and waterlooville and p&c was like liverpool, there to give me a trouncing, there to beat my meat senseless. remedial worksheets were tough, that i was quite surprised they did such stuff for remedial. even srjc has tough questions. f.
tomorrow is got cca again, which would be interesting, i hope. we playing quiz, which is really man dumb.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
rapeofnanking
hilltop in jurong is a really inspiring place. it's inaccessible and the only restaurant on the hill sucks, but its still an inspiring place, for gods and noobs alike.
from the top deck, whatever u call tt shitty deck, u can see jurong island. better at night, in her full glory. the bridge and the checkpoint, the straightrows of streetlamps, the christmas trees that let off balls of flame once in a thirdth minute. the beautiful white fumes that spew from chimneys all over the island.
the fact that jurong islands made up of 12 separate islands and the state at which it is now is a sign of singaporean manliness. how the singaporean man conquered the loser shitty islands, tear the loser fishing nets and destroy the local marinas to make it the worlds largest oil processing and refining hub. mans triumph over nature, and over what looked like insurmountable odds.
rape of nanking videos are really quite impressive. the nips behaved atrociously, what with sticking bamboo poles into pussies, screwing women till they rott up inside, cutting off their breasts and then letting them bleed to death. i feel guilty even enjoying the graphic documentary.
am i de sadist in me?
from the top deck, whatever u call tt shitty deck, u can see jurong island. better at night, in her full glory. the bridge and the checkpoint, the straightrows of streetlamps, the christmas trees that let off balls of flame once in a thirdth minute. the beautiful white fumes that spew from chimneys all over the island.
the fact that jurong islands made up of 12 separate islands and the state at which it is now is a sign of singaporean manliness. how the singaporean man conquered the loser shitty islands, tear the loser fishing nets and destroy the local marinas to make it the worlds largest oil processing and refining hub. mans triumph over nature, and over what looked like insurmountable odds.
rape of nanking videos are really quite impressive. the nips behaved atrociously, what with sticking bamboo poles into pussies, screwing women till they rott up inside, cutting off their breasts and then letting them bleed to death. i feel guilty even enjoying the graphic documentary.
am i de sadist in me?
333 flowers fir algernon
SAT isbee ouverre.
i screwd itt upp. didnt finish my composition on prcs. which was quite disappointing. i had too much integrity not to go back to it while at the other parts of my paper, unlike certain prcs who happily return to critical raeding after mathematics, feigning an ignorance of instruction or any semblance of communist ways.
apart, the test was quite ok. critical raeding contained sum gay questions where them answers be looking the same to i. me just dont no how to gitt the corrack answre.
hoppe i dont geegee exex myself. hope i gett a decent graet.
afterwort we went to anchorrpointe for lunche. anchorrpointe east finnaly compleet. lunche was all right, but lunche was esspenxive. and then went to queensway where aaron boht himself a deuter which was quite blakk and zhenan boht himself un pair of levis converse-esque choos wich was quite white lykcome.
we humpped aronde ikea and ate hotdogspammedwithmustardandchillisaucethathtesaucesweredribblingallovertheplaceasweate.
hum.
just gladd sat is ouvre. passe. worree in 20 daze.
mine sundae mugg plan got scuttled when i woken up at 9 and whent for prata and went to le marche. and then went to get my kennethcolereactionwatch from thomson plaza and then got my haircouped.
and then ive been dryhumping aronde
this place
so,
please remember to put flowers on
algernon's grave.
P.S. his grave is in the backyard.
i screwd itt upp. didnt finish my composition on prcs. which was quite disappointing. i had too much integrity not to go back to it while at the other parts of my paper, unlike certain prcs who happily return to critical raeding after mathematics, feigning an ignorance of instruction or any semblance of communist ways.
apart, the test was quite ok. critical raeding contained sum gay questions where them answers be looking the same to i. me just dont no how to gitt the corrack answre.
hoppe i dont geegee exex myself. hope i gett a decent graet.
afterwort we went to anchorrpointe for lunche. anchorrpointe east finnaly compleet. lunche was all right, but lunche was esspenxive. and then went to queensway where aaron boht himself a deuter which was quite blakk and zhenan boht himself un pair of levis converse-esque choos wich was quite white lykcome.
we humpped aronde ikea and ate hotdogspammedwithmustardandchillisaucethathtesaucesweredribblingallovertheplaceasweate.
hum.
just gladd sat is ouvre. passe. worree in 20 daze.
mine sundae mugg plan got scuttled when i woken up at 9 and whent for prata and went to le marche. and then went to get my kennethcolereactionwatch from thomson plaza and then got my haircouped.
and then ive been dryhumping aronde
this place
so,
please remember to put flowers on
algernon's grave.
P.S. his grave is in the backyard.
Make love, not war
some random comment in our tag board.
SAT was over yesterday! Finally!!
Everyone is asking me now.
"hey, how is ur SAT?"
"Must be able to get 2000 and above right?" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
"Don't worry lah, surely can one!"
.......im so sure.
anyway, i was urged to sign up for the May SAT test last night, but i was too tired to even take out my laptop from my drawer! So i went to sleep around 10+
First time, i could fall asleep when the lights in my room were all on and my roommates were playing Chinese song and English song loudly at the same time!
Guess what? i slept until 1040 this morning! this is like a freaking 12 hours of sleep!
now, im happily sitting on the sofa in the Morrison Block lobby. Lays of sunlight shine in and bright up the room. outside the lobby, there is a teacher sitting on the bench, reading newspaper, having lunch with a cup of wine. wtf! he dun need to worry for his future? he juz wanna be a teacher in the rest of his life? or maybe he is satisfied with the $5-a-bottle wine that he is drinking now? so maybe it is right. if u suffer first, then u will enjoy ur future life. but is it because that ur life sux too much so that even your future life sux as well, u juz won't feel it any more?
recently, i adopt a habbit of sitting down and doing nothing. (i.e. Stoning!) this habbit has gave me some time to think about my future, which seems so dim and unpredictable! i heard there is some prc who got 1800 for SAT but got accepted by university of chicago. what is going on?
i seriously have no idea! so i think and think and think until i got headache!
i decide to live on.
i decide not to kill myself too soon.
i decide to go for lunch now!
i decide to clean my room and tidy my files!
i decide to finish all my council work by this afternoon!
i decide to do my math assignment and tutorials!
can i finish them?
go for lunch first! heehee, bye,guys!
SAT was over yesterday! Finally!!
Everyone is asking me now.
"hey, how is ur SAT?"
"Must be able to get 2000 and above right?" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
"Don't worry lah, surely can one!"
.......im so sure.
anyway, i was urged to sign up for the May SAT test last night, but i was too tired to even take out my laptop from my drawer! So i went to sleep around 10+
First time, i could fall asleep when the lights in my room were all on and my roommates were playing Chinese song and English song loudly at the same time!
Guess what? i slept until 1040 this morning! this is like a freaking 12 hours of sleep!
now, im happily sitting on the sofa in the Morrison Block lobby. Lays of sunlight shine in and bright up the room. outside the lobby, there is a teacher sitting on the bench, reading newspaper, having lunch with a cup of wine. wtf! he dun need to worry for his future? he juz wanna be a teacher in the rest of his life? or maybe he is satisfied with the $5-a-bottle wine that he is drinking now? so maybe it is right. if u suffer first, then u will enjoy ur future life. but is it because that ur life sux too much so that even your future life sux as well, u juz won't feel it any more?
recently, i adopt a habbit of sitting down and doing nothing. (i.e. Stoning!) this habbit has gave me some time to think about my future, which seems so dim and unpredictable! i heard there is some prc who got 1800 for SAT but got accepted by university of chicago. what is going on?
i seriously have no idea! so i think and think and think until i got headache!
i decide to live on.
i decide not to kill myself too soon.
i decide to go for lunch now!
i decide to clean my room and tidy my files!
i decide to finish all my council work by this afternoon!
i decide to do my math assignment and tutorials!
can i finish them?
go for lunch first! heehee, bye,guys!
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Burghers of Calais is a sculpture by Rodin; The burgers from Burger King are Whoppers
SAT tomorrow. wish me luck. i really really really need luck.
especially when i cant remember to kill a mockingbird, apart from niggerlover, animal farm, apart from two legs good, the lord of the flies, apart from the sows head and beelzebub.
if this kinda essay qn comes out, im going to get raped badly.
toodles.
especially when i cant remember to kill a mockingbird, apart from niggerlover, animal farm, apart from two legs good, the lord of the flies, apart from the sows head and beelzebub.
if this kinda essay qn comes out, im going to get raped badly.
toodles.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
come into a pail
I. SAT is depressing
depressing on 2 levels
i. i just fucking cant pull myself together to get a fucking practice paper done properly. my mark range has been 2040 to 2330 over the past 6 tests. which, as all can tell, is pretty fucked up. seriously im going to break down real bad. i dont wanna screw up the sat. and i think ive put in a hell lot of effort for it. im not going to get raped by it lying down. that sounds wrong.
ii. critical reading is fucked up. we can conclude that the college board is damn alarmist and generally left leaning. like wtf. every article is morbid in someway. the depression of mansfield park, the work of web dubois, or the article about frederick douglass and the susan be anthony.
the sat is like fking the world up, racial equality, gender equality. and if thats not disgusting enough, environmental concerns. seriously, whats this man? i know the texts are be supposed to be university standard. but is be the uni such a bleak and desolate niggahole for wallowers and wussesses?
II. NAPFA
well 14:10 is hardly what u can call a respectable time, if u grow a dick.
but i guess its ok considering i didnt exert myself cos i didnt want to get a headache. but i had better start training so that i can pass napfa man. no more jokes and games ya?
aaron, lenny and yiheng is be setting up the 30 points club. yupp. im only aiming for 16 points so im way out of zone, but theys invited me to train with them. but i hears their training is damn siong. what, intervals, suicides and all that bollocks.
shine the light on napfa. haha.
III. cca today was pretty fine. as expected there were hardcore j1 members who dominated the discussion and submissives who submitted to the dominatrix. it would be a general knowledge quitz next waek. hehe.
yupp.
depressing on 2 levels
i. i just fucking cant pull myself together to get a fucking practice paper done properly. my mark range has been 2040 to 2330 over the past 6 tests. which, as all can tell, is pretty fucked up. seriously im going to break down real bad. i dont wanna screw up the sat. and i think ive put in a hell lot of effort for it. im not going to get raped by it lying down. that sounds wrong.
ii. critical reading is fucked up. we can conclude that the college board is damn alarmist and generally left leaning. like wtf. every article is morbid in someway. the depression of mansfield park, the work of web dubois, or the article about frederick douglass and the susan be anthony.
the sat is like fking the world up, racial equality, gender equality. and if thats not disgusting enough, environmental concerns. seriously, whats this man? i know the texts are be supposed to be university standard. but is be the uni such a bleak and desolate niggahole for wallowers and wussesses?
II. NAPFA
well 14:10 is hardly what u can call a respectable time, if u grow a dick.
but i guess its ok considering i didnt exert myself cos i didnt want to get a headache. but i had better start training so that i can pass napfa man. no more jokes and games ya?
aaron, lenny and yiheng is be setting up the 30 points club. yupp. im only aiming for 16 points so im way out of zone, but theys invited me to train with them. but i hears their training is damn siong. what, intervals, suicides and all that bollocks.
shine the light on napfa. haha.
III. cca today was pretty fine. as expected there were hardcore j1 members who dominated the discussion and submissives who submitted to the dominatrix. it would be a general knowledge quitz next waek. hehe.
yupp.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
i feel like ponning cca tomorrow
interesting how that sounds, cos, well, i cant pon cca nowsaday. for obvious reasons.
sounds a little like my ri self, but then just over a year ago, it would have read, 'im ponning cca tomorrow, like i did yesterday and last wednesday and last monday'. and maybe some snide remark about making up 75% attendance cos hazel the bitch messed up my excuse letter. haha.
schools pretty fucked up recently. im dying real bad for vectors. yup, havent even started qn 1 on 12a1, if u is interested. physics is be quite a relief though, cos the stuffs is be come from sec sch and im glad i did pay some attn lastime in ri. econs was the man bomb. it all depends. wtf. and seriously, if u go to california fitness, good for u. if the other tutors go to california fitness, good for them. but i dont give a niggashit. one or two passing comments is fine, but discussing steam baths and how long u spend at the gym is really unacceptable.
after pe i was foaming. chestpain and blurry vision. i really think im down with some nasty strain of avian flu from my trip to chinaland.
dying quite badly for SAT already. im still getting like 2040-2330 ranges when the test is just in 4 days? wow impressive right? i think im already plateauing.
baahh.
i dont know whats supposed to happen tomorrow.
wishes me lux.
sounds a little like my ri self, but then just over a year ago, it would have read, 'im ponning cca tomorrow, like i did yesterday and last wednesday and last monday'. and maybe some snide remark about making up 75% attendance cos hazel the bitch messed up my excuse letter. haha.
schools pretty fucked up recently. im dying real bad for vectors. yup, havent even started qn 1 on 12a1, if u is interested. physics is be quite a relief though, cos the stuffs is be come from sec sch and im glad i did pay some attn lastime in ri. econs was the man bomb. it all depends. wtf. and seriously, if u go to california fitness, good for u. if the other tutors go to california fitness, good for them. but i dont give a niggashit. one or two passing comments is fine, but discussing steam baths and how long u spend at the gym is really unacceptable.
after pe i was foaming. chestpain and blurry vision. i really think im down with some nasty strain of avian flu from my trip to chinaland.
dying quite badly for SAT already. im still getting like 2040-2330 ranges when the test is just in 4 days? wow impressive right? i think im already plateauing.
baahh.
i dont know whats supposed to happen tomorrow.
wishes me lux.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
a loaf of bread a jug of wine a load of crap
$
$
SAT Hell
did another practice to score 2040-2330. lol. a semi-decent score for a slightly under 2 hour effort.
but i dunwanna kena scam this saturday
[Risk] MT03 says:
hmm it pays to be a bit more skeptical, both in the
question and in your answer
αταραξία says:
but sometimes u read too
deep
[Risk] MT03 says:
then u kena scam
αταραξία says:
i always
kena
scam
[Risk] MT03 says:
so do i
[Risk] MT03 says:
sighz
$
SAT Hell
did another practice to score 2040-2330. lol. a semi-decent score for a slightly under 2 hour effort.
but i dunwanna kena scam this saturday
equivocal
i was trying to memorize some words today. but all the words i saw were all somehow related to death. i did not know whether they symbolized something that going to happen after this saturday. but to be honest, i just could not see how i can magically get 2000 for my SAT. life is tough, you all said that. but how could you know life is tough if you did not experience sweetness? that is where the comparison came about and you start to complain about the tough life that you have. ( what the F am i talking about?) maybe now, you can understand why i said i would juz simply fail my SAT next saturday. i juz exemplified.
i was waiting for some one to sms me last night, who did not do that at all. so i waited and waited and fell asleep. but before that, i went to run at the track. it was totally dark and empty when i was running. although i was listening to my own music, i sort of heard some indian music from the construction site beside rj. it was eerie. so i went back. on my way back hostel, i met ben and ben. they were there for Interact Induction Camp. i told them that i would crash for the Night Walk. cause i still could vividly remembered my night walk with two other gals. i was walking in front, and i was super scared, sorry, im a chicken. i believed don would tell you more about it what happened during our class chalet. anyway, i was saying that i wanted to crash the night walk. but after i bathed, i became lazy and decided to go read newspaper instead. so i ended my SATurday night reading some crappy report on child sexual abuse and new discovery on DNA, of course, waiting for someone to sms. apparently, that guy got drunk badly.
today was unproductive as usual. slept until 1030. go to do some critical reading, screwed up. i received a call from david lu this afternoon during my zaobao meeting. he asked me to do an anlysis on the name of the student's lounge. the only name i could remember, cause i threw the surveys away long ago, was Hodge Lounge. i particularly don't like the way he talk to me. i noe that this blog might be viewed by AUTHORITY. anyway, he is ok as a person. but the way he talk is just too ... erh, bossy? pls, u r the deputy head, u r the direct boss of mine, so? im a wuss, i dun dare and dun want to tell him directly in his face. so juz whine to the dear readers of this blog. sigh....
its quite late alr, i hav juz wasted like one whole hour. time to do work. cya.
i was waiting for some one to sms me last night, who did not do that at all. so i waited and waited and fell asleep. but before that, i went to run at the track. it was totally dark and empty when i was running. although i was listening to my own music, i sort of heard some indian music from the construction site beside rj. it was eerie. so i went back. on my way back hostel, i met ben and ben. they were there for Interact Induction Camp. i told them that i would crash for the Night Walk. cause i still could vividly remembered my night walk with two other gals. i was walking in front, and i was super scared, sorry, im a chicken. i believed don would tell you more about it what happened during our class chalet. anyway, i was saying that i wanted to crash the night walk. but after i bathed, i became lazy and decided to go read newspaper instead. so i ended my SATurday night reading some crappy report on child sexual abuse and new discovery on DNA, of course, waiting for someone to sms. apparently, that guy got drunk badly.
today was unproductive as usual. slept until 1030. go to do some critical reading, screwed up. i received a call from david lu this afternoon during my zaobao meeting. he asked me to do an anlysis on the name of the student's lounge. the only name i could remember, cause i threw the surveys away long ago, was Hodge Lounge. i particularly don't like the way he talk to me. i noe that this blog might be viewed by AUTHORITY. anyway, he is ok as a person. but the way he talk is just too ... erh, bossy? pls, u r the deputy head, u r the direct boss of mine, so? im a wuss, i dun dare and dun want to tell him directly in his face. so juz whine to the dear readers of this blog. sigh....
its quite late alr, i hav juz wasted like one whole hour. time to do work. cya.
the day will dawn on sanity
icc has been a pretty waste of time. im already lost, dunno what hes talking about for quite a big chunk of time.
his teaching asst is pretty crap. so she analyzes pictures and says all sorts of junk like how pics convey a sense of power and say they are looking into the camera. like wtf? unless its some arthouse portrait, dont u always look into the camera? and what, condoleezza rice is powerful cos her jacket has straight lapels and she wears a thick metal choker. impressive. thats stretching it a little too far, isnt it? i can understand that streetwear in the pic of myspace founders is suitable to show that they draw their power from mass appeal to the youth, but this is erm, quite lame. reminds me of assron hole and his bollocks on subhas anandan pics being unclear cos law is a gray area with no clear limits and what sai.
i felt compelled to raise a stupid point cos class participation is graded.
sat mugging was not very effective. my score nosedived to 1950-2240, which is pretty shitty, considering im doing the simpler collegeboard one. i keep making a hell lot of mistakes for math cos i never raed the questions properly. shit man. the sat is this sat and im not going to fk it up.
i got myself pretty drunk yesterday. reached home at 930, bathed and dried by 1030 and just knocked out until 930 this morning. i guess its the combination of 4 shots of sake and sleepless nights. ah well
and ive a bit of a headache. life sucks.
his teaching asst is pretty crap. so she analyzes pictures and says all sorts of junk like how pics convey a sense of power and say they are looking into the camera. like wtf? unless its some arthouse portrait, dont u always look into the camera? and what, condoleezza rice is powerful cos her jacket has straight lapels and she wears a thick metal choker. impressive. thats stretching it a little too far, isnt it? i can understand that streetwear in the pic of myspace founders is suitable to show that they draw their power from mass appeal to the youth, but this is erm, quite lame. reminds me of assron hole and his bollocks on subhas anandan pics being unclear cos law is a gray area with no clear limits and what sai.
i felt compelled to raise a stupid point cos class participation is graded.
sat mugging was not very effective. my score nosedived to 1950-2240, which is pretty shitty, considering im doing the simpler collegeboard one. i keep making a hell lot of mistakes for math cos i never raed the questions properly. shit man. the sat is this sat and im not going to fk it up.
i got myself pretty drunk yesterday. reached home at 930, bathed and dried by 1030 and just knocked out until 930 this morning. i guess its the combination of 4 shots of sake and sleepless nights. ah well
and ive a bit of a headache. life sucks.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Max, sit down or i'll whip you!
hahas, must really give yiheng credit for taming max during cip. haha. somehow his way of alternating between a nice gay in a moment and a violent shirt tugging sadist in another works on the kids.
well, max isnt the most fked up. jianming is.
he like happily go around screaming, sticking postits all over peoples faces, curse n swear n all tt. his fluency in mouthing knnbccb is really impressive. respect to him, you.
well jianmings like a total failure. maybe even northlight would tell him to just sod off and die. hes a social misfit, an academic underachiever, maybe even complete failure. hes a joke.
but maybe the joke's on us. yea, he goes around punching people, hopping on people, he swears at anyone. basically he has no inhibitions. whatever he wants, he does, whatever he wants he takes, he has.
we are wimps. we think about the long run. we think that we would get fucked real bad if we do something. but in the long run everyone is dead. how do u know tomorrow u will wakes up and sees the sun rises?
i think jianming is living in the moment, and to the fullest.
the wuss, thats me, is screwing myself, me griped with anxiety and all sorts of horny dicks. whether i have 3 best achievements. whether i will get a college award for my cca. whether i can pass SAT. expectations of the future. i work towards projecting a good image of myself, to prospective boards, and in this process, ive lost myself, myself. what i used to love, i now dont. i dont cherish anything. not even the next breath or the next steppe.
i just want to die.
well, max isnt the most fked up. jianming is.
he like happily go around screaming, sticking postits all over peoples faces, curse n swear n all tt. his fluency in mouthing knnbccb is really impressive. respect to him, you.
well jianmings like a total failure. maybe even northlight would tell him to just sod off and die. hes a social misfit, an academic underachiever, maybe even complete failure. hes a joke.
but maybe the joke's on us. yea, he goes around punching people, hopping on people, he swears at anyone. basically he has no inhibitions. whatever he wants, he does, whatever he wants he takes, he has.
we are wimps. we think about the long run. we think that we would get fucked real bad if we do something. but in the long run everyone is dead. how do u know tomorrow u will wakes up and sees the sun rises?
i think jianming is living in the moment, and to the fullest.
the wuss, thats me, is screwing myself, me griped with anxiety and all sorts of horny dicks. whether i have 3 best achievements. whether i will get a college award for my cca. whether i can pass SAT. expectations of the future. i work towards projecting a good image of myself, to prospective boards, and in this process, ive lost myself, myself. what i used to love, i now dont. i dont cherish anything. not even the next breath or the next steppe.
i just want to die.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
dying to get high / barack hussein osama
im really damn freaking unfit. after jogging 2 rounds i almost broke down already. chest pain, which got really quite intense after the 3rd set. maybe i should go for a checkup. maybe i really got a hole in my heart. hehe.
met josh tan for a while during the braek. its really fun to talk to him. he just has a way of talking. his mannerism makes it nice to talk to him i guess. intelligent but not overbearing. havent really had the opportunity to talk to him since our re ended in sec 4.
i didnt pay attention for any lesson today. i did pay attention when melissa was talking about the student portfolio though. and im glad i did, cos now i know im screwed. i have only 1 great achievement to speak of, and even then its not that great.
rykas today was not bad. the turnout was overwhelming. i never did expect like 60 people to turn up? well i was being the boring person i was while doing the presentation on use2008. but i hope they sort of gained something or enjoyed themselves. lenny was the bomb. obama polled 3/4 by the way. hehe.
after that just slacked in the library with mingxuan and zhenan. didnt do any proper mugging at all, just kept talking cock. more cock.
alright, dinnatime.
met josh tan for a while during the braek. its really fun to talk to him. he just has a way of talking. his mannerism makes it nice to talk to him i guess. intelligent but not overbearing. havent really had the opportunity to talk to him since our re ended in sec 4.
i didnt pay attention for any lesson today. i did pay attention when melissa was talking about the student portfolio though. and im glad i did, cos now i know im screwed. i have only 1 great achievement to speak of, and even then its not that great.
rykas today was not bad. the turnout was overwhelming. i never did expect like 60 people to turn up? well i was being the boring person i was while doing the presentation on use2008. but i hope they sort of gained something or enjoyed themselves. lenny was the bomb. obama polled 3/4 by the way. hehe.
after that just slacked in the library with mingxuan and zhenan. didnt do any proper mugging at all, just kept talking cock. more cock.
alright, dinnatime.
caucuses and primaries
RECAS today was ok. don has done a fairly good job in explaining to the j1s about the US presidential election. now, i finally understood truly how screwed up the situation was. i am so sure that a "horn" and princess diana are somehow related. yiheng found her voice distracting as well. troo, troo.
moses' voice is distinctive and clear. i like the way he does the presentation, loud and clear. (dude, shoule learn from him. dun get thrashed by ur vice) but the highlight of the whole session would be lenny's hardcore speech.he is freaking pro lah.and the US presidential candidate is actually a terrorist!
mugging this afternoon was super unproductive! i only did 3 sentence completion questions. SAT is surely a gone case!sigh.....
guess what? all the pros are called in the assembly today and to meet the dean of academic! they are offered the 13th unit! see? that is streaming! that is the fruit of hardcore mug! that is the reward for the smart! im definitely the complement set of the set they belong. i cannot even manage my 12 units efficiently and the SAT is really raping me damn hard! life is tough.
now, i receive the email from college board for the daily SAT question. time to mug, time to hardcore. French is getting tougher, especially when i could not properly pronounce the funny sound which i have to somehow vibrate my tongue.
NUS chem is screwed up. ppl surfing facebook and chat on msn in the lecture theatre. the lecture is spastic and talk cock for more than 1 hr! and somemore i hav to go for h3 at least 2 times a week! now, even my friday is taken and had to leave don to mug all by himself. sorry, dude.
stho gave me a lift yesterday after the lecture. his father is surprisingly nice! we chitchat about how screwedup doctor in china could be and how the way china is developing. the uncle is really warmhearted and outspoken.
erh... hav to go CIP tmr. hope the boi who humped don last week will be more guai tmr and life will not be that tough.
MUG, guys!
moses' voice is distinctive and clear. i like the way he does the presentation, loud and clear. (dude, shoule learn from him. dun get thrashed by ur vice) but the highlight of the whole session would be lenny's hardcore speech.he is freaking pro lah.and the US presidential candidate is actually a terrorist!
mugging this afternoon was super unproductive! i only did 3 sentence completion questions. SAT is surely a gone case!sigh.....
guess what? all the pros are called in the assembly today and to meet the dean of academic! they are offered the 13th unit! see? that is streaming! that is the fruit of hardcore mug! that is the reward for the smart! im definitely the complement set of the set they belong. i cannot even manage my 12 units efficiently and the SAT is really raping me damn hard! life is tough.
now, i receive the email from college board for the daily SAT question. time to mug, time to hardcore. French is getting tougher, especially when i could not properly pronounce the funny sound which i have to somehow vibrate my tongue.
NUS chem is screwed up. ppl surfing facebook and chat on msn in the lecture theatre. the lecture is spastic and talk cock for more than 1 hr! and somemore i hav to go for h3 at least 2 times a week! now, even my friday is taken and had to leave don to mug all by himself. sorry, dude.
stho gave me a lift yesterday after the lecture. his father is surprisingly nice! we chitchat about how screwedup doctor in china could be and how the way china is developing. the uncle is really warmhearted and outspoken.
erh... hav to go CIP tmr. hope the boi who humped don last week will be more guai tmr and life will not be that tough.
MUG, guys!
Monday, January 14, 2008
procrastination and wikipedia are my friends
researching on wikipedia is very pleasurable. nope i dont get horny or what. but just happily linking from one page to another, absorbing information that wont help u ace ur a levels feels so... so... liberating. hehe.
in like 1 hour, ive done uh, 7 slides? and now im going to sleep cos i am mother tired. ok must really hardcore tomorrow, cos i have to present on wednesday, and the first meeting will NOT be a joke.
goodnight folks.
in like 1 hour, ive done uh, 7 slides? and now im going to sleep cos i am mother tired. ok must really hardcore tomorrow, cos i have to present on wednesday, and the first meeting will NOT be a joke.
goodnight folks.
arpeggi
before i get down to doing actual work, let me recount my life in the past few days.
well there was no life in me the past few days.
saturday at smu. ap was a freaking waste of time. precious time, since its barely 2 weeks to sat. the professors spekes well, but after a while he gets a little stale. and a little fake. im not doubting his accent, but somehow he seems to put up a weird front of himself. maybe im just biased against anything associated with smu, which very clearly treads the muddled gray area in its promotion drives. what with having grads who draw $12k a month, when thats commission based. screw it, if the performance of one month is representative of the performance of the whole year, and the remunerations reflective of a constant annual compensation then there are bank managers, pretty small fish today, who can draw 400 000 a year.
had lunch at subway with lenny, fern, my ogmate, and zhenan. haha. we damn enthu bout lunch, just chiong there without touring the library? then the rest finished their sojourn and joint us at subway, but we happily left them almost immediately. hehe. bastards we are.
zhenan and i went to mug in their library. their library, li ka shing library is man nice. big and airy. and bright. sfl is not bright. im not sure about the books they carry, but its very conducive for mugging. can bring bag in, and eat food.
while we were humping barrons and collegeboard, these 2 jokers came up to us to ask us whether we need anything. they sodof knew from a distance we were rj boys and their juniors. so apparently they were there for a scholarshippe interview and they had to do service in smu. lol. we just daoed them anyway.
after tt went to my grandfather's.
sunday i just foamed around. slept till 11, went out for lunch, got myself a pair of slippers and then dumped my spoit sandals. who served me well. then shifted some stuffs arownd my tabel and by the time i got downe to mugg, it was already after 3. mugged till abt 6, then started humping around againe. watched top geer. which was mother funny.
this morning was pissin'off. somebody was late for the meeting. screw it. and the meeting wasnt tt very useful. as usual we brainstormed harebrained ideas that was as full of promise as attempts at making toilet paper out of cow dung and me trying to get me gold for napfa.
the day in school was unmemorable as i simply slacked my dick off, chatted with zhenan during the lecture, chatted with yiheng during physics and generally not paying attention.
lunched at s11, which was a good time for bonding. male bonding? lol. aar, yiheng, lenny, zhenan n i. talked cock, made fun of aaron, made fun of yiheng. yupp.
then we splits, and me is go with zhenani to buy bubble tea. as usual i dont get the straw through with the first attempt. and the stall holder says. RAM IT IN! now im not a foong so i knew immediately that she was referring to the thick and hard straw. so i bashed the straw through the hy. plastic. and yep it went straight thru the plastic and out of a corner of the cup. wow. too strrong already. but why i is still never pass pullup? some stuffs spilt on me shirt. the shirt looks diseased.
went back to school for a mugging seance wif zhenan the gh3i mugga. twas kuyt prodaaative. i did math. the whole assignment and all the attached extra questions. no time for screwing around anymore, ya?
alright. dinnerring then i better start doing up a guide to the caucuses and primaries.
well there was no life in me the past few days.
saturday at smu. ap was a freaking waste of time. precious time, since its barely 2 weeks to sat. the professors spekes well, but after a while he gets a little stale. and a little fake. im not doubting his accent, but somehow he seems to put up a weird front of himself. maybe im just biased against anything associated with smu, which very clearly treads the muddled gray area in its promotion drives. what with having grads who draw $12k a month, when thats commission based. screw it, if the performance of one month is representative of the performance of the whole year, and the remunerations reflective of a constant annual compensation then there are bank managers, pretty small fish today, who can draw 400 000 a year.
had lunch at subway with lenny, fern, my ogmate, and zhenan. haha. we damn enthu bout lunch, just chiong there without touring the library? then the rest finished their sojourn and joint us at subway, but we happily left them almost immediately. hehe. bastards we are.
zhenan and i went to mug in their library. their library, li ka shing library is man nice. big and airy. and bright. sfl is not bright. im not sure about the books they carry, but its very conducive for mugging. can bring bag in, and eat food.
while we were humping barrons and collegeboard, these 2 jokers came up to us to ask us whether we need anything. they sodof knew from a distance we were rj boys and their juniors. so apparently they were there for a scholarshippe interview and they had to do service in smu. lol. we just daoed them anyway.
after tt went to my grandfather's.
sunday i just foamed around. slept till 11, went out for lunch, got myself a pair of slippers and then dumped my spoit sandals. who served me well. then shifted some stuffs arownd my tabel and by the time i got downe to mugg, it was already after 3. mugged till abt 6, then started humping around againe. watched top geer. which was mother funny.
this morning was pissin'off. somebody was late for the meeting. screw it. and the meeting wasnt tt very useful. as usual we brainstormed harebrained ideas that was as full of promise as attempts at making toilet paper out of cow dung and me trying to get me gold for napfa.
the day in school was unmemorable as i simply slacked my dick off, chatted with zhenan during the lecture, chatted with yiheng during physics and generally not paying attention.
lunched at s11, which was a good time for bonding. male bonding? lol. aar, yiheng, lenny, zhenan n i. talked cock, made fun of aaron, made fun of yiheng. yupp.
then we splits, and me is go with zhenani to buy bubble tea. as usual i dont get the straw through with the first attempt. and the stall holder says. RAM IT IN! now im not a foong so i knew immediately that she was referring to the thick and hard straw. so i bashed the straw through the hy. plastic. and yep it went straight thru the plastic and out of a corner of the cup. wow. too strrong already. but why i is still never pass pullup? some stuffs spilt on me shirt. the shirt looks diseased.
went back to school for a mugging seance wif zhenan the gh3i mugga. twas kuyt prodaaative. i did math. the whole assignment and all the attached extra questions. no time for screwing around anymore, ya?
alright. dinnerring then i better start doing up a guide to the caucuses and primaries.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Life is Fucking Tough. Really.
well i was doing just fine today. quite happy that i did some solid SAT stuff. and i sort of had a generally fine day today.
then i see this orange letter, the government kinda shit, perforated nonsense.
NS REGISTRATION NOTICE
FUCKKKKK
as usual, under the Enlistment Act (Chapter 93), all male blah blah blah required to serve National Service
....
failure to comply liable to conviction of S$10000 or imprisonment term not exceeding 3 years or both.
well ive seen this letter before, when my brother was hauled up just over 3 years ago.
but when it says Mr. Tan Khai Liang, Don, in full, with comma, it feels, different.
then i see this orange letter, the government kinda shit, perforated nonsense.
NS REGISTRATION NOTICE
FUCKKKKK
as usual, under the Enlistment Act (Chapter 93), all male blah blah blah required to serve National Service
....
failure to comply liable to conviction of S$10000 or imprisonment term not exceeding 3 years or both.
well ive seen this letter before, when my brother was hauled up just over 3 years ago.
but when it says Mr. Tan Khai Liang, Don, in full, with comma, it feels, different.
i've got a female friend on facebook. hahahaha.
im experiencing good progress on having 4/5 friends add me to facebook. currently is about 7/10 friends who adds me.
anyway im pretty screwed. im supposed to prepare a r3cas report on 2007. well, well, what transpired in 2007? i dont know, the screwed caq? for one we took over really late, and there were so many bloody disruptions to my term. lol.
all i can say is that we are an effective platform for the promotion of understanding and stimulation of discussion of current affairs and economics among our members. that's all. that's r3cas for u.
sian, mugging was tough. sat is in bloody 2 weeks, and i had better do proper good in it. no jokes. and so i is better labor over the lanchiau books. and at least try to get my compres in order. and not make careless mathmistakes.
bahh. intercultural tmr.
anyway im pretty screwed. im supposed to prepare a r3cas report on 2007. well, well, what transpired in 2007? i dont know, the screwed caq? for one we took over really late, and there were so many bloody disruptions to my term. lol.
all i can say is that we are an effective platform for the promotion of understanding and stimulation of discussion of current affairs and economics among our members. that's all. that's r3cas for u.
sian, mugging was tough. sat is in bloody 2 weeks, and i had better do proper good in it. no jokes. and so i is better labor over the lanchiau books. and at least try to get my compres in order. and not make careless mathmistakes.
bahh. intercultural tmr.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
newbalance
got my new laptop yesterday, pretty nice. but not that fast as a brand new laptop.
french today is screwed up. we acted some stupid play using the only few and pathetic sentences that we had learnt in the past 3 lessons.
so basically, everyone is juz asking each other's name and professions, some might even know how to ask how old are you and what is ur nationality?
that is screwed up. and the most screwed up part is that i have to act as a DOG, un chien! OMG!
(is it spelled correctly?)
and only thing i said is woof woof. and the teacher said it is wrong in french! it should be ouah, ouah! wtf!
haha, nus chem is spastic, go so far juz to collect a card and finish the matriculation in 5 mins while took more than an hour to travel there!
could not go wif somebody for cip together, cause some power-hungary boi want to hardcore and waste time at school econ's h3! somebody arh! watch out!
time to sleep. maybe play some stupid comp game first! gd night.
oya, my roomie juz bought a iphone! freaking rich bastard!
french today is screwed up. we acted some stupid play using the only few and pathetic sentences that we had learnt in the past 3 lessons.
so basically, everyone is juz asking each other's name and professions, some might even know how to ask how old are you and what is ur nationality?
that is screwed up. and the most screwed up part is that i have to act as a DOG, un chien! OMG!
(is it spelled correctly?)
and only thing i said is woof woof. and the teacher said it is wrong in french! it should be ouah, ouah! wtf!
haha, nus chem is spastic, go so far juz to collect a card and finish the matriculation in 5 mins while took more than an hour to travel there!
could not go wif somebody for cip together, cause some power-hungary boi want to hardcore and waste time at school econ's h3! somebody arh! watch out!
time to sleep. maybe play some stupid comp game first! gd night.
oya, my roomie juz bought a iphone! freaking rich bastard!
whatever happened to the innocence
the world is a disgusting place.
cip today made me depressed, again. well today was me, aaron and jordan at novena. jordan was happily billeted to the most rowdy group. i got 2 girls, but nope they werent chiobus. and at p5, they were wayy too youngg.
the kids today were very distracted. the place was like a sideshow rebelled, monsters in a huge boxing ring. jordan was punched in the stomach, and me 1m away, i felt the impact. aaron was kicked in the knee, and he is thankful that the guy missed his groin.
i didnt get it so bad, a guy was humping my knee. well it wasnt as painful as the blow jordan stomached, cos the boy was still a puny p1. it was just disgusting that he was humping my knee. i know my knee is be an animate object, but seriously, humping disney is worse than humping a smooth tree branch.
there was this girl i was tutoring, quite hardcore mug. all the while as the rest were playing on the threadmill, under the table and generally anywhere, punching kicking slamming humping gossipppin, she was actually trying to learn math. she kept doing questions and all.
but god is unfair. she had the attitude but little aptitude to match up. her memory is shorter than zhenans willy, which is damn mother short, and her grasp of the multiplication table is embarrasing. her poor inglis an added impediment. her math is basically screwed. her studies are basically fked.
well these kids come from low income families, or broken families. it is undeniable that studies is a good way out of poverty, in singapore at least, but look at them, they seriously dont have the environment or the ability to perform well at the standardized tests. those that are not do not have the discipline they need and those that are hardcore do not have the support they need. the playing field is not level, because people from more privileged backgrounds start out with a better footing. tuition aside, the middle and uppermiddle class peeps dont have to worry about whats for the next meal. they dont have to worry about abusive parents. they dont have to worry about whether they have the monies to buy school uniform.
all i can say is that life is damn tough.
now i dare say we put in a fair effort to do a proper job tutoring the kids. but its difficult. we never experienced what they experienced. when we were in primary school, we didnt find model drawing difficult. we didnt find trial and error, guess and check, whatever u call it, difficult. our backgrounds are totally different. it is improper to claim ourselves for the elite, but i guess we did come from more privileged backgrounds.
their life is really like shit. before this cip, i would have never in my wildest dream dreamt of such despondence. utter rot. meritocracy is a good start, but meritocracy can be locked in anyway. and it becomes aristocracy. and if the aristocracy is not benevolent then these people are screwed. damn bad.
**
let's talk about more depressing stuff.
**
i cant find my promos essay. it must be with zhenan or stho or i lost it. the last scenario is most likely. 38/50, but honestly, i thought the essay was not all that good.
well it was pretty technical. it had breadth and depth, i suppose. but it was written with no flair, no fervour. i didnt feel very into the topic, i was left with no alternative. i didnt really feel strongly about ethics. but there was no religion question to whoop, so i just had to do it.
but the gp dept appreciated it. something written with no conviction. something i wrote that i didnt believe it, something that didnt have the hallmark of a don. it is so bad i cant remember much about it except i got 38.
but the gp dept appreciated it, and was to requisition it for the ks bull. now i think the ks bull is all bull and no cow. but i have always wanted my essay to be published. hehe. ego ego ego.
well in primary school i wasnt a spectacular writer, since i detested and despiced fiction, but there were some pieces that i thought were worthy of mention, but i kept getting whooped by my teachers cos i had bad rapport. yep in primary school i was a little bastard.
heck, its just too bad i dont have my essay.
haha
**
today was aarons good day, and he has the broken photocopier to thank.
**
AP bloody starts this saturday! fk.
cip today made me depressed, again. well today was me, aaron and jordan at novena. jordan was happily billeted to the most rowdy group. i got 2 girls, but nope they werent chiobus. and at p5, they were wayy too youngg.
the kids today were very distracted. the place was like a sideshow rebelled, monsters in a huge boxing ring. jordan was punched in the stomach, and me 1m away, i felt the impact. aaron was kicked in the knee, and he is thankful that the guy missed his groin.
i didnt get it so bad, a guy was humping my knee. well it wasnt as painful as the blow jordan stomached, cos the boy was still a puny p1. it was just disgusting that he was humping my knee. i know my knee is be an animate object, but seriously, humping disney is worse than humping a smooth tree branch.
there was this girl i was tutoring, quite hardcore mug. all the while as the rest were playing on the threadmill, under the table and generally anywhere, punching kicking slamming humping gossipppin, she was actually trying to learn math. she kept doing questions and all.
but god is unfair. she had the attitude but little aptitude to match up. her memory is shorter than zhenans willy, which is damn mother short, and her grasp of the multiplication table is embarrasing. her poor inglis an added impediment. her math is basically screwed. her studies are basically fked.
well these kids come from low income families, or broken families. it is undeniable that studies is a good way out of poverty, in singapore at least, but look at them, they seriously dont have the environment or the ability to perform well at the standardized tests. those that are not do not have the discipline they need and those that are hardcore do not have the support they need. the playing field is not level, because people from more privileged backgrounds start out with a better footing. tuition aside, the middle and uppermiddle class peeps dont have to worry about whats for the next meal. they dont have to worry about abusive parents. they dont have to worry about whether they have the monies to buy school uniform.
all i can say is that life is damn tough.
now i dare say we put in a fair effort to do a proper job tutoring the kids. but its difficult. we never experienced what they experienced. when we were in primary school, we didnt find model drawing difficult. we didnt find trial and error, guess and check, whatever u call it, difficult. our backgrounds are totally different. it is improper to claim ourselves for the elite, but i guess we did come from more privileged backgrounds.
their life is really like shit. before this cip, i would have never in my wildest dream dreamt of such despondence. utter rot. meritocracy is a good start, but meritocracy can be locked in anyway. and it becomes aristocracy. and if the aristocracy is not benevolent then these people are screwed. damn bad.
**
let's talk about more depressing stuff.
**
i cant find my promos essay. it must be with zhenan or stho or i lost it. the last scenario is most likely. 38/50, but honestly, i thought the essay was not all that good.
well it was pretty technical. it had breadth and depth, i suppose. but it was written with no flair, no fervour. i didnt feel very into the topic, i was left with no alternative. i didnt really feel strongly about ethics. but there was no religion question to whoop, so i just had to do it.
but the gp dept appreciated it. something written with no conviction. something i wrote that i didnt believe it, something that didnt have the hallmark of a don. it is so bad i cant remember much about it except i got 38.
but the gp dept appreciated it, and was to requisition it for the ks bull. now i think the ks bull is all bull and no cow. but i have always wanted my essay to be published. hehe. ego ego ego.
well in primary school i wasnt a spectacular writer, since i detested and despiced fiction, but there were some pieces that i thought were worthy of mention, but i kept getting whooped by my teachers cos i had bad rapport. yep in primary school i was a little bastard.
heck, its just too bad i dont have my essay.
haha
**
today was aarons good day, and he has the broken photocopier to thank.
**
AP bloody starts this saturday! fk.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
on mercury in a world of my own
lessons today were not spectacular. i achieved unity with the chair as we became one mindless organism during the tutorials. i have no idea what limbay was talking about, or what ewong and lpm was talking about.
did some doodling with zhenans markers.
my physical fitness is close to nonexistent. easy pace with lenny n yiheng n zhenan n jordan and i was breathless. had chest pain. maybe i is has avian influenza. big word big word. well in china i went to villages in swatow and these villages were full of, well, geese. the teochews love eating geese, apparently. i ate a lot of geese when i was there. 以行补行 is clearly a farce. cos these birds had long necks, but. anyway lets not venture there.
must really work on my fitness. maybe after pe every tuesday go run on the track until i can run 2.4 in 12 mins. and train pullup. wow palindrome.
booth was a joke, but big whoop, more than 100 people put their names down? well once we winnow away the wusses we would be left with no more than 30. i think. which would drop to, 15 after april.
lenny was a cool dick. i taped his performance with my handphone. other performances i watched, by 647 and his captain, were quite less awe inspiring. lion dance was a joke, the back person on the j3s lion lost the cover. hehe. chinese dance was just nauseating.
went to smu with zhenan and jordan to matriculate for AP. the admissions staff were happily taking their sweet time to handle my application. fuck? i go in way before zhenan and end up getting out way later? wake up ur idea u bitch.
haha. samuel tho, why never sign up for AP? damn disappointed in u. saw her today, again, ahahaha. with an idiot. yea. seriously dont be so humji.
did some doodling with zhenans markers.
my physical fitness is close to nonexistent. easy pace with lenny n yiheng n zhenan n jordan and i was breathless. had chest pain. maybe i is has avian influenza. big word big word. well in china i went to villages in swatow and these villages were full of, well, geese. the teochews love eating geese, apparently. i ate a lot of geese when i was there. 以行补行 is clearly a farce. cos these birds had long necks, but. anyway lets not venture there.
must really work on my fitness. maybe after pe every tuesday go run on the track until i can run 2.4 in 12 mins. and train pullup. wow palindrome.
booth was a joke, but big whoop, more than 100 people put their names down? well once we winnow away the wusses we would be left with no more than 30. i think. which would drop to, 15 after april.
lenny was a cool dick. i taped his performance with my handphone. other performances i watched, by 647 and his captain, were quite less awe inspiring. lion dance was a joke, the back person on the j3s lion lost the cover. hehe. chinese dance was just nauseating.
went to smu with zhenan and jordan to matriculate for AP. the admissions staff were happily taking their sweet time to handle my application. fuck? i go in way before zhenan and end up getting out way later? wake up ur idea u bitch.
haha. samuel tho, why never sign up for AP? damn disappointed in u. saw her today, again, ahahaha. with an idiot. yea. seriously dont be so humji.
hey, im back
hello, everyone. im back.
orientation is over. my og is not bad!
school resumed and life sux!
don is still as spastic as usual.
hope he can hav A HAPPY ENDING with her.
black plus white equals?
gray!
orientation is over. my og is not bad!
school resumed and life sux!
don is still as spastic as usual.
hope he can hav A HAPPY ENDING with her.
black plus white equals?
gray!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
pusillanimous
life's a bitch
the plan was to mug at home, but after dinner i just plonk myself on the sofa and rotted on watching maggie and me, 80s show and that loser kamasutra show.
$
booth is done, a big thank u to mr luo yi heng. wait. he was supposed to be my slave. so nope, lets remove him from mention. it was my work. i did a good job slave driving.
well the booth looks like it was put together by 2 monkeys depressed that they were there and not some place else mugging organic chemistry or socializing with coolios. yupp it was more or less so, except there was an efficient whip. and one of them was manically depressed. and the whip gleefully targeted his raw spots. just happily, eh do this, eh do that. eh straighten this, eh straighten that.
$
ewong is like picking on me lah. i was putting in quite some effort to look interested in what she was talking about. i didnt slump into the chair or onto the table, and i bloody did do some essay outline, but she damn knn whole day, don anything? don understand?
walau, please maam, cut me some slack? im trying my best to be a guaiboi like lenny n jordy. i know im really a total faggot, but even faggots deserve a second chance, and some slack.
$
zhenani loves penani
happily in the library he transfers xiangshuiyoudu to my handphone and plays it at full volume. in the quiet study area.
later he goes to alliance francaise for french lesson with hyj. u can sense his lust.
well he has more than came of age.
$
alright, matriculation tomorrow. and cca feste better not be some total screw up. although im sortof getting used to being responsible when things screw up. bigtime.
tatas.
the plan was to mug at home, but after dinner i just plonk myself on the sofa and rotted on watching maggie and me, 80s show and that loser kamasutra show.
$
booth is done, a big thank u to mr luo yi heng. wait. he was supposed to be my slave. so nope, lets remove him from mention. it was my work. i did a good job slave driving.
well the booth looks like it was put together by 2 monkeys depressed that they were there and not some place else mugging organic chemistry or socializing with coolios. yupp it was more or less so, except there was an efficient whip. and one of them was manically depressed. and the whip gleefully targeted his raw spots. just happily, eh do this, eh do that. eh straighten this, eh straighten that.
$
ewong is like picking on me lah. i was putting in quite some effort to look interested in what she was talking about. i didnt slump into the chair or onto the table, and i bloody did do some essay outline, but she damn knn whole day, don anything? don understand?
walau, please maam, cut me some slack? im trying my best to be a guaiboi like lenny n jordy. i know im really a total faggot, but even faggots deserve a second chance, and some slack.
$
zhenani loves penani
happily in the library he transfers xiangshuiyoudu to my handphone and plays it at full volume. in the quiet study area.
later he goes to alliance francaise for french lesson with hyj. u can sense his lust.
well he has more than came of age.
$
alright, matriculation tomorrow. and cca feste better not be some total screw up. although im sortof getting used to being responsible when things screw up. bigtime.
tatas.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
your beauty is a sensation
some mindless entertainment after mugging for the afternoon. superposition is starting to make some sense. hehe. but fk can they stopp using different alphabets in the same notes and different alphabets between books? damn confusing for noobs like me.
econs made me vomit blood. ok la, i didnt vomit blood, i just coughed up some blood. or blood colored stuffs. but nope, i will still continue drinking bombay sapphire with lime. its my new drink after i got sick of the wimpy choya and soda.
im quite 'heaty' actually. well, well i know this heaty cooling nonsense is not very scientific, but it works for me. placebo, maybe. but i feel better when i drink liang teh. anyway im full of phlegm now. but im not phlegmatic. but im not going to stop dipping everything in the belachan chilli padi thingy from geylang street 33. and downing an ice cold bombay sapphire with lime.
back to econs. gdp and gnp are just pissing me off. and i was just thinking damn hard about flip sides. in econs, or for that matter, everything, theres some sort of yin yang. demand creates its own supply, and to a certain extent, supply creates demand. but then ar, in econs, savings by the government somehow disappears. because they says tt AD increases when taxation decreases.
but then ar, when the government collects taxes, surely they dont leave their surplus after expenditure rotting in khong guan biscuit tins right? i thought they try to grow money through holding companies?
and then i sortof understand elaines definition of NFIA. ive learnt that at a levels, just accept the explanation, cos the tutors will just dumb u down. they dont like to think, cos they havent needed to think and their faculties are pretty screwed.
all in all, pretty good progress for a weekend.
a pretty uninteresting week, past in the news, maybe except for dr chua soi lek. now im not one who is be usually interested in such juicy affairs, but his defence was really the man impressive.
his biggest mistake was to go to the same hotel room for convenience. whoa. so if he didnt do that he wont get caught and theres nothing wrong lah.
and he quit for the unity of malaysia and the party. like wtf! he is even more sneaky than well oiled converse sneakers coming off an advertisement for the oily man lah.
now im all for freesex. but clearly it is his governments policy that extramarital sex is not right and not good and all that shit. and as health minister im sure he knows that. and as vice chair of the mca he clearly feeds the conservatism of malaysian chinese like samueltho.
whoa shit. hes real pro.
alright, time to go out.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
tell me when will you be mine
obama won. i sortof expected him to win. hillarys too power hungry for her own good. and for americas own good. shes way too ambitious and she just passes off as too guailan, exercising so much power and influence on the cabinet during the clinton administration. anyway shes a she.
expected edwards to fare better, cos obama is black and iowa is predominantly white. but maybe its good that americans have gone past racial segregation.
huckabee won. i though romny would have won. he was the shoo in man. although this time the republican candidates dont really interest me. i support republicans, btw. im conservative.
today went to the australian university fair again with my family, just to try our luck for dunno what. the fair was swarming with people. maybe like 2000 at any point in time.
which goes to show 2 things. singapores education system is inadequate, or there are too many dreamers.
clearly, many poly kids want to go to uni, cos they realize that their diplomas are crap, no matter what sourgrapes and school admin tells them, and their results are too crap to get them into singapore unis. but such aspirations are pretty screwed up i suppose, because we all know that aussie unis accept the lowest end of grads. thats why its easy to study there, cos ur with stupid.
anyway we were at the uq booth, and there was this girl and her father chatting with the uni rep. admissions officer, whatever. now this is interesting.
the girl was about my height. she was nicely bronzed and toned, like she lived on the beaches of casablanca. she was all decked out in chunky jewelry, massive erdos-esque earrings, bamboo bracelets and aviators that covered half her face. she wore a tube top and levi's mini skirt. and she carried a newurbanmale tote bag.
now she put her results on the table. her poly cert and whatnot. apparently she was from biz comm and she wanna pursue her degree in uq cos she cant get into singapore unis. so the admissions officers looked at her stuff and said that she stood a chance of entering the uni. she smiled, and her luscious lips parted. nope they werent mae west kinda lips.
so the whole aussie experience would set u back by (i think) 100 000 for 2 years. says the officer.
then the father snapped. that he cant afford her studies in australia. he has only 60 000 savings and he cant see himself holding down the same job for another 10 years.
the father looked totally unlike the daughter. the father was shagged, and frail. his daughter was nicely tanned; he was charcoal. they didnt look related. she looked like someone from the upper crust, he looked like someone below the coffeestain below the carpet below the pyramid of social classes.
now his daughter was visibly pissed. she was a little hott, so i observed her even before this. and she was pouting, maybe cos she was embarrassed to be with her father. even when she was pouting, she was cute. but she grew pissed. and she sounded irritated as she asked if theres be subsidy for poor birds like herself.
i dont know, but such pretentious people should just fuck off. she should know the state of her family, and she has also herself to blame for her results. i think she should try to understand the predicament of her family. yeah, her parents probably sucked, but its too bad shes got them as parents. she should resign herself to fate. maybe work a few years, save some money, then go.
but she sat there, and refused to budge, just pissed. we were in line, and i wanted to give her a punch.
expected edwards to fare better, cos obama is black and iowa is predominantly white. but maybe its good that americans have gone past racial segregation.
huckabee won. i though romny would have won. he was the shoo in man. although this time the republican candidates dont really interest me. i support republicans, btw. im conservative.
today went to the australian university fair again with my family, just to try our luck for dunno what. the fair was swarming with people. maybe like 2000 at any point in time.
which goes to show 2 things. singapores education system is inadequate, or there are too many dreamers.
clearly, many poly kids want to go to uni, cos they realize that their diplomas are crap, no matter what sourgrapes and school admin tells them, and their results are too crap to get them into singapore unis. but such aspirations are pretty screwed up i suppose, because we all know that aussie unis accept the lowest end of grads. thats why its easy to study there, cos ur with stupid.
anyway we were at the uq booth, and there was this girl and her father chatting with the uni rep. admissions officer, whatever. now this is interesting.
the girl was about my height. she was nicely bronzed and toned, like she lived on the beaches of casablanca. she was all decked out in chunky jewelry, massive erdos-esque earrings, bamboo bracelets and aviators that covered half her face. she wore a tube top and levi's mini skirt. and she carried a newurbanmale tote bag.
now she put her results on the table. her poly cert and whatnot. apparently she was from biz comm and she wanna pursue her degree in uq cos she cant get into singapore unis. so the admissions officers looked at her stuff and said that she stood a chance of entering the uni. she smiled, and her luscious lips parted. nope they werent mae west kinda lips.
so the whole aussie experience would set u back by (i think) 100 000 for 2 years. says the officer.
then the father snapped. that he cant afford her studies in australia. he has only 60 000 savings and he cant see himself holding down the same job for another 10 years.
the father looked totally unlike the daughter. the father was shagged, and frail. his daughter was nicely tanned; he was charcoal. they didnt look related. she looked like someone from the upper crust, he looked like someone below the coffeestain below the carpet below the pyramid of social classes.
now his daughter was visibly pissed. she was a little hott, so i observed her even before this. and she was pouting, maybe cos she was embarrassed to be with her father. even when she was pouting, she was cute. but she grew pissed. and she sounded irritated as she asked if theres be subsidy for poor birds like herself.
i dont know, but such pretentious people should just fuck off. she should know the state of her family, and she has also herself to blame for her results. i think she should try to understand the predicament of her family. yeah, her parents probably sucked, but its too bad shes got them as parents. she should resign herself to fate. maybe work a few years, save some money, then go.
but she sat there, and refused to budge, just pissed. we were in line, and i wanted to give her a punch.
Friday, January 4, 2008
WAKE UP, DON!
bloody hell, this year you is J2.
and your a levels are coming up
bloody soon.
before that u still have SAT.
and everyone is happily humping away
mugging word lists and doing papers
like everyday's sunday.
you gotta snap out of your dreamland
and return to the real world.
and start mugging.
condition your mind. control it. dont let it stray.
dont let your body tell you its tired,
thats enough mugging for the day.
as of now, you cant possibly overmug.
ARGH!
Save Don.
and your a levels are coming up
bloody soon.
before that u still have SAT.
and everyone is happily humping away
mugging word lists and doing papers
like everyday's sunday.
you gotta snap out of your dreamland
and return to the real world.
and start mugging.
condition your mind. control it. dont let it stray.
dont let your body tell you its tired,
thats enough mugging for the day.
as of now, you cant possibly overmug.
ARGH!
Save Don.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
too fast to leave, too young to die
lessons today were all crap. i am still in a stupor from my china trip. and torpor. jc life is too fast for me. wham! bam! slam! it's over. move on. i didnt know what the hell happened to my hols man.
paying attention is hard when ppl tell u how fun orientatn is. btw, is zhenan pimping xm? and i keep taking day trips. school seems so surreal. successive tutorials in a48, successive lectures in lt1. somehow nothing gets into my head. everything just plays around me, but i feel stuck, uninvolved. as if im the passive observer, marvelled by the sights and sounds.
like im stuck in a cruel loop of lucy in the sky with diamonds. or in some salvador dali painting. is this the real life or mere cruel vicissitude. am i held in a vise, and i cannot escape from the truculent and scurrilous comments?
it takes quite some effort to focus. suddenly images of my brain in a vat flash before me. and then suddenly i see a massive converse shoe.
and then marshmallows with wings
and then yiheng holding a pair of scissors
and my mind is blank again.
i cannot be hallucinating, because i am still clear these are figments of imagination, maybe recollections, haphazardly stitched together, courtesy of my very idle mind.
i got slightly better after school. talked cock with stho, who was still crushing the very same girl with the witch like jawline and the squeaky voice.
she was just right in front of him and they didnt acknowledge each other.
how cute.
CIP club looks promising. but im not betting all my chipps. although the recent events have shown how naive and easygoing the newly retained principal might be. but i believe tt our commitment to it would helps us succeed. i believe, four score seven years ago, our forefathers...
and my mind wanders. before i divulge riveting details of sthos intensity, or my favorite pornsites, i shall leave this place on a zephyr.
bye bye
paying attention is hard when ppl tell u how fun orientatn is. btw, is zhenan pimping xm? and i keep taking day trips. school seems so surreal. successive tutorials in a48, successive lectures in lt1. somehow nothing gets into my head. everything just plays around me, but i feel stuck, uninvolved. as if im the passive observer, marvelled by the sights and sounds.
like im stuck in a cruel loop of lucy in the sky with diamonds. or in some salvador dali painting. is this the real life or mere cruel vicissitude. am i held in a vise, and i cannot escape from the truculent and scurrilous comments?
it takes quite some effort to focus. suddenly images of my brain in a vat flash before me. and then suddenly i see a massive converse shoe.
and then marshmallows with wings
and then yiheng holding a pair of scissors
and my mind is blank again.
i cannot be hallucinating, because i am still clear these are figments of imagination, maybe recollections, haphazardly stitched together, courtesy of my very idle mind.
i got slightly better after school. talked cock with stho, who was still crushing the very same girl with the witch like jawline and the squeaky voice.
she was just right in front of him and they didnt acknowledge each other.
how cute.
CIP club looks promising. but im not betting all my chipps. although the recent events have shown how naive and easygoing the newly retained principal might be. but i believe tt our commitment to it would helps us succeed. i believe, four score seven years ago, our forefathers...
and my mind wanders. before i divulge riveting details of sthos intensity, or my favorite pornsites, i shall leave this place on a zephyr.
bye bye
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
first day of school
back to the real world.
today as i dropped of outside gate E, as i have done for the past 1 year, i was greeted by pinafores and pants without pleats. just as i had been greeted, the very same day, a year ago.
i felt nostalgia. of course a year ago i felt apprehensive and a little disappointed. maybe excited. excited, because after months of psychoing by shida, got girls. apprehensive, cos i didnt know what to expect. and disappointed, cos i thought bw 2 was a fucking loser og.
i saw them playing their retarded games. i remember 'honey if u love me smile'. i saw them playing ball games, and i remember our og lost.
honestly, i didnt find orientation that fun. the og didnt have very fun people. marcus was fun, and funny. but after being in the same class for 4 years, i took his company a little for granted. stho was stho. anyway i was being dao, just as ri boys would be. we were massiv, so we hung around our own superior specie. haha.
but at least during orientation, i wasnt bothered about energetics or equilibria or electric field. i wasnt bothered about whats next for my cca. i wasnt bothered about work.
im wearing the white l'audeamus shirt now. ( i wear it as home clothes. ) its true, i should have been more open and nice during orientation. but i will treasure the memories.
anyway, back to real life.
we changed away one capable teacher. dont know the new chem tutor so no comments. the gp tutor was ok lah. also dont really know yet. but fuck. we is still getting wong, limbay and worst of all, kristine!! fuck. a levels, GGXXweroiwuerpqwpritpipoqiwprtfpo.XX.
alright. rykas also got new TIC. which sort of bodes well, cos she is mother capable. what took 30 days to settle took just a few hours. lol. shes some enthu TIC. which is good, cos things be done fast, which is bad, cos i cant lord around as much.
lol. ronald got 2330 for SAT. royce got 2350. wow. well actually im not that impressed. but it goes to show that, singaporeans rape PRCs. who, btw, should go fuck off! their years of mugging, to get owned by singaporeans. well, we are more evolved.
anyway, on the topic of prcs. today was pleasant because most of the PRCs were still happying in china cos they thought 2nd jan is a holiday, or maybe they were quarantined on st johns island for some vd. so the classroom was mostly devoid of these shits and there was nary a whiff of communism. hehe
alright. time to go gay hardcore SAT. getting whipped by chinks is no joke.
today as i dropped of outside gate E, as i have done for the past 1 year, i was greeted by pinafores and pants without pleats. just as i had been greeted, the very same day, a year ago.
i felt nostalgia. of course a year ago i felt apprehensive and a little disappointed. maybe excited. excited, because after months of psychoing by shida, got girls. apprehensive, cos i didnt know what to expect. and disappointed, cos i thought bw 2 was a fucking loser og.
i saw them playing their retarded games. i remember 'honey if u love me smile'. i saw them playing ball games, and i remember our og lost.
honestly, i didnt find orientation that fun. the og didnt have very fun people. marcus was fun, and funny. but after being in the same class for 4 years, i took his company a little for granted. stho was stho. anyway i was being dao, just as ri boys would be. we were massiv, so we hung around our own superior specie. haha.
but at least during orientation, i wasnt bothered about energetics or equilibria or electric field. i wasnt bothered about whats next for my cca. i wasnt bothered about work.
im wearing the white l'audeamus shirt now. ( i wear it as home clothes. ) its true, i should have been more open and nice during orientation. but i will treasure the memories.
anyway, back to real life.
we changed away one capable teacher. dont know the new chem tutor so no comments. the gp tutor was ok lah. also dont really know yet. but fuck. we is still getting wong, limbay and worst of all, kristine!! fuck. a levels, GGXXweroiwuerpqwpritpipoqiwprtfpo.XX.
alright. rykas also got new TIC. which sort of bodes well, cos she is mother capable. what took 30 days to settle took just a few hours. lol. shes some enthu TIC. which is good, cos things be done fast, which is bad, cos i cant lord around as much.
lol. ronald got 2330 for SAT. royce got 2350. wow. well actually im not that impressed. but it goes to show that, singaporeans rape PRCs. who, btw, should go fuck off! their years of mugging, to get owned by singaporeans. well, we are more evolved.
anyway, on the topic of prcs. today was pleasant because most of the PRCs were still happying in china cos they thought 2nd jan is a holiday, or maybe they were quarantined on st johns island for some vd. so the classroom was mostly devoid of these shits and there was nary a whiff of communism. hehe
alright. time to go gay hardcore SAT. getting whipped by chinks is no joke.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
i live in the long run
tomorrow is the first day of school
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it's a new year, it's a new life
alright. im slacking for another week, but after that it would be hardcore mug time. no more wanking around. do all tutorials when they are given out. and do tys, and do all sorts of neh neh that i can get my hands on.
no more fooling around everynight. its mug in school every afternoon, then mug at home at night. and sleeps early, so i can pay attention during lessons and enthus and be a fag. hardcore.
it wont last a month.
Happy New Year Everyone.
no more fooling around everynight. its mug in school every afternoon, then mug at home at night. and sleeps early, so i can pay attention during lessons and enthus and be a fag. hardcore.
it wont last a month.
Happy New Year Everyone.
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