the raffles ride

haha fanciful name for open house.
anyway open house today was a little fun actually. i reached school pretty early, sfl wasnt open so i went to hml. havent been there in quite a while. before hcl o i spent days cramming chinese. fuck i still got a2. anyway the library felt nice, if a little stuffy cos the aircon was just started. no one in the library except the student librarian. he is some wuss. anyways
read straits times then some random magazines. was looking for the quran but couldnt find it. at 9 i goes to rj.

obviously no one would be in school, so we didnt set up our booth and went to watch performances at amphi. the gay day begin with renditions of abba by the band, dancing queen, mama mia and fernando. then there was modern dance, which was quite enjoyable to watch. lenny was just pro.

basically its supposed to be open haus to the secondary sch kiddies, but it was more like an open house for j1s. cos we were all strolling around, watching performances exploring the LTs and drinking from the milo van. i took like 5 cups i think.

inspection 1: das

then suddenly out of the blue, as i stroll up from the milo van i sees das. which totally scares the shit out of me, that theres no one at the booth. walau i quickly runs to booth with gt and mt and when sowden arrived we talk some cock to him.

and he says, good job guys.
phews.

quiz 1: rgs girls

anyway no one was interested in what acad clubs had to offer, as usual, then suddenly 2 rgs girls came, and said in a super bimbotic gorilla way that so this is recas. damn i is the only one there and i had to entertain them.

turns out they are the reps for rgs for caq. wawaweewa. impressed. but they were stupid. they says they studied for the quiz or something. so i ask them the questions and they got every single question wrong.

the best one is the gini coefficient one. 'i know this one, i know this one, wait ar... ...'
i wait.
'wait ar...'
'2! confirm!'

fuck gini coefficient is obtained by the area between y=x and the lorenz curve over the area below y=x. logically speaking theres no way for the number to be over 1! wtf!

some other fairly intelligent answers include singapore is the smallest country in the world, vatican is part of italy, myanmars capital is some godknowswhat.

rgs always loses. we know why. to be discussed later by hq.

i proceed to clown around. ate lunch then went to range, where we scared the range supervisor abit by trying to load the pistols ourselves, in the process screwing the pistols up. haha. me, lenny and alan. damn nonsense lah. played and played, then went back to booth.

inspection 2: hq

then hq and sherm0n walks past booth, we invite them to play the quiz. proving his worth as exchair and as exrepresentatives of ri, they simply raped all the questions. they got ALL correct! impressive.

then we chats and he talks about the rg girls flirting with the hwach boys or sth stupid like that. and that they suck at all this kinda stuff. apparently while every team was answering 11 to 15 questions of 25 questions asked correctly, the rg team was answering 2 or 3 correctly. when they picked sports they got 0. wawaweewa. and how their stupidity n bimboticness pisses people off.

i think the rj girls sitting in the vicinity were quite pissed off at his apparent sexism. but in humanz comps, the girls, esp rg girls suck. haha i rmb acjc geog, they couldnt even get past round 1, which is embarrassing. vjc humans also. act damn pro, go damn 'on time' then get booted in the first round. jokes ah jokes.

quiz 2: rj ppl

anyway we were more like entertaining the rj ppl. cos all of them started coming to the booths to play. sammy, dom, liqian, seng teck, alankoh, hc, junren all came down to have fun.

sengteck and alankoh live up to their names and got most of the questions correct, the rest got about 8 or 9 out of 50 correct. which is pretty sad, but much better than the competitn teams.

we packed our booth early cos there was little to no interest in our booth, then i strolled around, went booth visiting then went canteen to slack. came home cos i felt a little nauseous.

suspended animation

thats the state i hope i can be in now
too much time, nothing to do
soon id find i have a shitload to handle
but for now, nothing to do.

suspended animation really interests me. especially when i read about futurama and how he got rich accumulating interest over 1000 years. and generally live through unpleasant times.

at present suspended animation seems quite impossible. according to wikipedia, scientists were able to drain blood out of dogs and put them in stasis before reviving them. but some dogs had mental problems. hopefully they do better next time.

what got me thinking about stasis and suspended animation was this backyard science show on kidscentral. not very scientific, what with using baking soda or making a suspension bridge that essentially transferred load from cardboard to string tied between the same principals.

but the stasis of brine shrimp eggs impressed me. apparently the eggs can stay in stasis for years in a dry oxygen free environment. cool man. maybe diapause can happen in humans, then people who dont want their children now can have their children tomorrow and still have unprotected fun today. ridiculous as it may seem, maybe it would be possible one day.

fusing dumbass kidscentral shows mated with wikipedia really adds some spice to my life. heehee. lets see how my search goes.

Brine shrimp stasis diapause suspended animation futurama

whoa. then my eyes started hurting. wikipedia is too white. should change to black.

booth was done in a very short time. we really werent very into the booths. i think our booth is passable, except fx's booth is really quite nice. if ours were beside some chingchongpek booth maybe ours wont look so shit. and jap club is just wayy too enthu.

lots of crap ideas came out
and bitching about pw.

aaron 'performed' more like random strumming. but i think he would do a good job of it tomorrow. yupp, other than that i think open house is some shit. $10k and the school looks like crap, insufficient lighting, poorly cut out shapes and the generally drabby noticeboards. yuck.

anyway whos so indispensable to rj man. there are hundreds vying thousands dreaming for a spot. dont want to come, just fk off. and if u hav to come for open house to decide, also fk off. ur too shallow to deserve a spot. unless of course u come cos u r damn free, which is an entirely different case.

i pray they dont make my life difficult tomorrow.

then i went to the library to slack around. read the newspaper so closely. like i have never done in years.

then i read some readers digest, which clearly has become a lousy periodical. ah, whatever u call it. the jokes are downright feeble, the motivational stories about people among us repetitive. some unlucky guy trapped in a towering inferno, some unlucky woman bitten by some sad starving crocodile and her husband tickles the crocodiles belly to let her go, some disease problem.

the purpose readers digest serves is to make small kids feel smart about what they read. and maybe helped the depressed and make them know theyre not the most screwed up people in the most screwed up situation.

and i read nat geographic, more like just look at pics cos nowadays my eyes cant take close reading of minuscule words anymore. maybe im turning blind. but i think the pics are quite nice and they have inspired me to visit mexico some day.

borrowed knowledge and the wealth of nations just cos the book appeared right infront of my nose. hope to get down to actually reading a proper book, something i have not done since january. before that i read common sense and das kapital among others, fyi. heehee.

ive gotten sick of facebook and the abuse stho dishes out, what with planning my execution, have chuck norris beat me up, sweep up pieces of my pride.

stho is an apple goodly on the outside rotten on the inside man. rotten to the core.

ok time to go wank around and watch more tv.

boredom

im really bored crazy

played travelers iq
115
thats a sad score.

watched how 2
sabrina the witch?

whatever silly thing on kids central

i havent watched so much junk in a single day since jc.
heehee

now i cant have any coherent linear thought

help me get a life

please

the rime of don

doesnt rime.

anyway after whining about pw for days
i got down to doing my bit.
1001 words in 20mins lol
i should have gone out to play instead.

well well
im free again
to think of what to do with 5 minutes
to reflect teamwork

and whatnot.

shit tomorrow have to build booth.

maybe it's karma

im stoning around listening to drilling in the background
flipping through my pw report there seems no equitable distribution of parts. im doing conclusion but i think its quite stupid. waiting for help from the honorable persons. heehee.
and nothing interesting to perform. no skit or song yet.
im really quite dead.

let's hope the councilors wisen up
i can see where they are coming from
moving chairs around is not easy.
but still this doesnt give them the right to order us around.
so chill, zhenan.

theres nothing about u,
just the council as a whole.
individual councilors are nice.
but ur niceness gets diluted by the
assholes among u.

happy days

today

happy nat day

impressive,don.
very impressive.
i hav to force myself to read it until the end before i fly to ur house and kill u.
haha.

anyway,i am really tired of fighting wif u over this kind of issue.
'it is a free country, so we should be free to express our opinion!'
that is really cool!
ur post is extremely vivid and accurate so it deserves to be sent to all the prc in school to read!
i can help!:)

happy nat day. thx for reminding me that i shall not be pissed.

National Day Reflections

today i shall feast on cardboard paus
but before i get my hands on them, i shall suck on my hotwheels toy cars.

rj is an enclave for prcs. my class, full of them. my cca, full of them. dean's lists, full of them (even GP!). prcs are everywhere. apparently, they are more than a third of the student population.

PRCs have revolutionised the way i look at things and the way i think of life. it is not that im some pathetic voyeur with a prc fetish, but they somehow always appear in my line of sight. if i were to draw a range card, they would be everywhere. like a swarm of locusts.

they have taught me a lot that i would like to share with the sad pathetically small readership. dear readership. but before i do, let me remind everyone, including the blog co-owner yaoyao, that im not a prc hater. i have never and will never be a card carrying 'red china' hater.

the greatest lesson learnt from prcs is learnt on the mrt. i have stopped taking mrt home since i found 157 as a cool, posh commute so i can avoid the the north.

Lesson 1: Everyone on the MRT is either deaf or doesnt deserve a quiet ride.

on multiple occasions, these prcs enjoy talking very loudly. now i know its unfair to single them out, but clearly they stand out when doing this. they have this accent that would immediately giveaway that they are foreigners. and they keep doing it. anyway why am i talking about this.

they bring being irritating to a whole new level. i often took the train during the peak period of around 6pm. during this time, almost all the trains lack even proper standing room as we're crammed up (as if on cattle cars used to transport us to treblinka). so these coolios have seats, but on opposite sides. and woots, they carry on a loud conversation even when they cannot actually see each other, shouting at the top of their voices like everyday's sunday.

and this did not happen just once, or twice. it happened at least five times, this year alone. it is almost a social phenomenon man.

Lesson 2: We all love to learn English with a cool accent.

somehow time is so precious. not time per se, but their time. everytime when the train stops at sun plaza, a horde of them would board. then they would start teach their kids. 'Ap-per-le' 'Joh-ne want-se to go to the playgroh-nd'. i dont want to playa-hate, but we know that some of you have adopted a cool cockney hackneyed accent or a cool yankee doodle one, buut pleeeese, give the other commuters some peace.

Lesson 3: The MRT is a sports stadium.

china is a sporting nation, even if their imports have all failed. and they probably excel in throwing. singaporeans 'chope' seats with all sorts of crap, even tissue paper. but they epitomize 'chope-ing'. they 'chope' from a distance.

what happens is that when they spy an empty seat with their eagle eyes, they immediately swoop down as if the seat was a succulent sheep and hurl their bag or whatever crap at the seat, before walking over. if it was a depot train its ok, but the train was quite full. nice. i was impressed.

Lesson 4: Seats are always available.

i heard about this from my mom, but recently i saw it with my own eyes! i was impressed! o pleeese, even the biblical moses would be impressed.

it is rush hour, the whole train is damn full. then suddenly a prc lady boards the train and she swoops in for the kill! the whole row of seats are filled, but suddenly she adopts a divers position with hands in a spear in front of her body and spears between two seats! then she quickly seats down. in the following moments somebody is displaced from his seat and ta-da! she has gotten herself a nice and comfy seat.

utterly impressive.

in school, they impress. they are really hardworking. they borrow volumes of voluminous volumes of economics to mug at home, that if language wasnt a barrier, they would just own all of us. this is something good about them, that they bring competition to singapore.

but they seem to mostly care about themselves. again, this is a hasty generalization, for even i know of prcs who are nice people who would go the extra mile to help his friend.

some of them totally dont care about pw or mess it up everytime they touch it. again this is hasty, for them in my group are really quite responsible folks. but from what i heard from my friends, spread out across classes, they tend to return with shoddy work or pervert the instructions to suit their laziness. clearly, disgusting.

some love surfing porn, especially from the genre of zhongguorencaolaowai. but im not interested to discuss this over here.

probably what strikes me most would be their intense nationalism, that they cannot take any insults real or fictitious on their glorious country and eternal chairman. lol. they would glare at you the glare that would take your breath away and scare the shit out of you. and when they are in huge numbers, you're scared that they turn violent.

haha. prcs have great impact on me, whether for the better or for the worse. the prcs outside school seem really like hooligans, the prcs in school cower in front of teachers. maybe they have been conditioned to be like that back home. clearly, more should be done to screen the immigrants.

time to go,
before i get run over by tanks.