Today was a bad day.
Firstly, I was sniffling all the way to school, especially having been suffering from a flu and fever and all sorts of ailments for the past few days. I must admit I became a druggy for a few days - popping 18 pills a day is bad, no matter what your disease.
Then we got locked outside of class for a few moments, because SOME DUDE TOOK OUR KEY. Oh well, not like he's gonna be reading this blog (if he does, he'll probably beat the shit outta me, so that's okay). Went back into math class and immediately got insulted by the first person I met a.k.a. the Lord of Darkness a.k.a. Cheryl.
Got back to doing math, and realised that I got fooled on the first question. I AM SUCH A FAILURE, I said to myself. Aloud. And the Lord of Darkness said, "Yes, you are." And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Second question = 3 careless mistakes. Oh god. At least I managed to do the rest of the questions properly.
Physics was next, when I learnt that I barely passed the practice practical. I was quite sad. AT LEAST I BEAT KUANG. =)))))
LangArts. LangArts is never good. 'Nuff said.
Recess ----> I had fun then! Walked around with Seng Wei and role-played a homeless drug dealer who likes to sell Panadol to IB Druggies and has a handheld boombox. Tried to introduce Seng Wei to my friends BUT FAILED. T_T
More maths. Yeah, I pwned this time.
Then EE meeting. Learnt that my EE was crap. I was very sad. ;_; Have to rewrite sooner or later.
After a series of complicated and strange events, I found myself running down the road towards school. This was mostly because I was bored, and also because I was two seconds from missing my bus. While running, I said "Hi" to one of the old ladies running for the bus, and told the bus captain to wait for the old lady. =D
Meanwhile, had fun talking with friends on the bus, and psychoanalysed Wull's survey. Hurrhurr, YOUR TOK IS SCREWED. Too bad Levin left so fast. T_T
Got back home, finished Written Commentary, Physics Prac and writing blog post. After that, I played a bit of minesweeper and looked for Touhou Pics, and cursed at the lack of a good Clannad Subber. Listened for Sore ga ai Deshou another 2 times, before going to sleep.
It was a good day!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
My Brother...
...Is A Slacker.
...Is A Manga Freak.
...Is An Advanced Diver.
...Likes driving four-wheel drives in the desert.
...Is Crazy about Konata.
...Loves Who's Line Is It Anyway.
...Sleeps at 10.30 everyday.
...Listens to Symphonic Metal.
...Watches anime whenever he can.
...Likes to drink B33R.
...Is a holy man.
...PWNS THE EPIC SHIT OUT OF ME IN O-LEVELS.
Jonny = L1 = 6
Matty = L1R5 = 7
Hmm...If I try hard enough, I might get a SINGLE-DIGIT SCORE.
Gratz to my brother. AND TO MY TUITION. HURRHURR.
...Is A Manga Freak.
...Is An Advanced Diver.
...Likes driving four-wheel drives in the desert.
...Is Crazy about Konata.
...Loves Who's Line Is It Anyway.
...Sleeps at 10.30 everyday.
...Listens to Symphonic Metal.
...Watches anime whenever he can.
...Likes to drink B33R.
...Is a holy man.
...PWNS THE EPIC SHIT OUT OF ME IN O-LEVELS.
Jonny = L1 = 6
Matty = L1R5 = 7
Hmm...If I try hard enough, I might get a SINGLE-DIGIT SCORE.
Gratz to my brother. AND TO MY TUITION. HURRHURR.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
This is the Life.
Windows closed, curtains drawn, light on, fan on, door closed
Bath finished, in pyjamas, hair frizzled, feeling refreshed.
Comp's on, chatting with 7 different people, Sore ga ai Deshou's playing, Google Earth running, EE's wasting, watching anime.
Topographical map in one hand, drawing maps with the other, a bottle of coke by the side and a bag of chips on the other.
If this isn't the life, I don't know what is.
Bath finished, in pyjamas, hair frizzled, feeling refreshed.
Comp's on, chatting with 7 different people, Sore ga ai Deshou's playing, Google Earth running, EE's wasting, watching anime.
Topographical map in one hand, drawing maps with the other, a bottle of coke by the side and a bag of chips on the other.
If this isn't the life, I don't know what is.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Runaway Train
Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same.
I really like this song. It describes, down to the last detail, my loss of sanity.
Stupid EE.
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same.
I really like this song. It describes, down to the last detail, my loss of sanity.
Stupid EE.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Too Much Time On My Hands
Well, now that I have returned to normal school life and some semblance of a brain order, it is time to talk about random stuff that has no meaning whatsoever. That is, after all, what a blog is for: to talk crap. Or to get arrested for making racist comments.
Anyway, it is time for me to figure out one of the most puzzling and perplexing questions in my sorry little life. The fact that I have WAY WAY WAY WAY too much time on my hands.
Actually, this particular habit has been bothering me for some time. Read: Since Sec 3, where it really reared its ugly little head. Somehow, despite the loads and loads of homework and we had during our Sec 3 and Sec 4 years, it somehow seemed that I had more than enough time to do it. In fact, I had so much time to do it, I could still sleep at 10.30 every night. PM, before anyone tries to find a loophole.
What the hell. That isn't possible, okay.
Seriously, take a look at this chart.
5.30 Wake up + Breakfast + Bath
6.00 Go to School
7.00 Reach School + Run Around like a Ninja Swordsman
7.30 Assembly
8.00 Classes Start
~11.00 Recess + Run Around like a Mage with Berzerk
2.40 Classes End + Go Home + Sleep
4.00 Reach home + bath + lunch
4.30 Reach com + watch anime + browse blogs + Run Around like a Assassin with +2 Poisoned Daggers
7.00 Dinner + Bath + PAJAMAS TIME
8.00 Start Work + Talk cock + Sing song + Play Hearts
9.00 Yawn
10.30 Sleep
Am I the only one who thinks this doesn't make sense? I mean seriously, who yawns at 9.00? And who the hell completes all their homework and essays and stuff within 2 and a half hours? It doesn't make sense. Hmm...suspicious.
In any case, this habit of suddenly managing to do all my homework quickly has earned me a reputation for having 36 hours in a day, something that I certainly do not have, or, if I do, I spend it sleeping.
Things get a little more suspicious when you realise that IB ends at 4.40.
5.30 Wake up + Breakfast + Bath
6.00 Go to School
7.00 Reach School + Run Around like a Ninja Swordsman
7.30 Assembly
8.00 Classes Start
~11.00 Recess + Run Around like a Mage with Berzerk
4.40 Classes End + Go Home + Sleep
6.00 Reach home + bath + Dinner
6.30 Dinner + Bath + PAJAMAS TIME
7.00 Reach com + watch anime + browse blogs + Run Around like a Assassin with +2 Poisoned Daggers
9.30 Start Work + Talk cock + Sing song + Play Hearts
9.45 Yawn
10.30 Sleep
Okay, so something got even wronger. Wtf nice spend only 1 hour on work. Heck, this is screwed up. Well, no matter, it all works out in the end.
The problem is that it isn't supposed to work out. I'm supposed to be a heck of a lot more busy than I am right now. Geez, I think that it's still more slack than my Sec 3 and Sec 4 years, something that is dangerously wrong. I mean, I got scolded today because I haven't been to LKC Library for work purposes.
AND I ALSO GOT SCOLDED BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE A 7 FOR CHINESE, BUT A 5. DAMN YOU HERRICK. DAMN YOU PING.
Okay, gotta go. I have to yawn now.
Anyway, it is time for me to figure out one of the most puzzling and perplexing questions in my sorry little life. The fact that I have WAY WAY WAY WAY too much time on my hands.
Actually, this particular habit has been bothering me for some time. Read: Since Sec 3, where it really reared its ugly little head. Somehow, despite the loads and loads of homework and we had during our Sec 3 and Sec 4 years, it somehow seemed that I had more than enough time to do it. In fact, I had so much time to do it, I could still sleep at 10.30 every night. PM, before anyone tries to find a loophole.
What the hell. That isn't possible, okay.
Seriously, take a look at this chart.
5.30 Wake up + Breakfast + Bath
6.00 Go to School
7.00 Reach School + Run Around like a Ninja Swordsman
7.30 Assembly
8.00 Classes Start
~11.00 Recess + Run Around like a Mage with Berzerk
2.40 Classes End + Go Home + Sleep
4.00 Reach home + bath + lunch
4.30 Reach com + watch anime + browse blogs + Run Around like a Assassin with +2 Poisoned Daggers
7.00 Dinner + Bath + PAJAMAS TIME
8.00 Start Work + Talk cock + Sing song + Play Hearts
9.00 Yawn
10.30 Sleep
Am I the only one who thinks this doesn't make sense? I mean seriously, who yawns at 9.00? And who the hell completes all their homework and essays and stuff within 2 and a half hours? It doesn't make sense. Hmm...suspicious.
In any case, this habit of suddenly managing to do all my homework quickly has earned me a reputation for having 36 hours in a day, something that I certainly do not have, or, if I do, I spend it sleeping.
Things get a little more suspicious when you realise that IB ends at 4.40.
5.30 Wake up + Breakfast + Bath
6.00 Go to School
7.00 Reach School + Run Around like a Ninja Swordsman
7.30 Assembly
8.00 Classes Start
~11.00 Recess + Run Around like a Mage with Berzerk
4.40 Classes End + Go Home + Sleep
6.00 Reach home + bath + Dinner
6.30 Dinner + Bath + PAJAMAS TIME
7.00 Reach com + watch anime + browse blogs + Run Around like a Assassin with +2 Poisoned Daggers
9.30 Start Work + Talk cock + Sing song + Play Hearts
9.45 Yawn
10.30 Sleep
Okay, so something got even wronger. Wtf nice spend only 1 hour on work. Heck, this is screwed up. Well, no matter, it all works out in the end.
The problem is that it isn't supposed to work out. I'm supposed to be a heck of a lot more busy than I am right now. Geez, I think that it's still more slack than my Sec 3 and Sec 4 years, something that is dangerously wrong. I mean, I got scolded today because I haven't been to LKC Library for work purposes.
AND I ALSO GOT SCOLDED BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE A 7 FOR CHINESE, BUT A 5. DAMN YOU HERRICK. DAMN YOU PING.
Okay, gotta go. I have to yawn now.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Lack of Tissues
As doubtless Herrick will testify, my mom scolded me the other day because I stole the tissue box from her bathroom. And I have to say that it was completely not my fault. I just ran out of tissues in my room.
But I guess the think that really irked her was the fact that I had used about 100 tissues within the span of a single week.
And there can only be one culprit. It is a particular game known as CLANNAD.
Well, the name is probably alien to a lot of people, but I can tell you that it is a very very very very very very very sad game, and that everyone should play it because it will make you CRY.
Okay, so maybe that's just me. So sue me.
But heck, CLANNAD is a like a drug. You just can't stop playing the game even though you know you'll be up until 12 midnight crying your heart out. Geez, I've never cried so much in my entire life. It has completely destroyed the little chemistry, mathematics, geography and physics knowledge kept safely in the archives of my head during the holidays.
Originally, my brain looked like this:
Chem, Chem, Phys, Math, Chem, Geog, Chem, Screwing around, Chem, Chem, STOP THAT PING, Chem, JARREL YOU BASTARD, Screwing around, Screwing around, HI NUBBY
Now, it kind of looks like
Screwing around, Play game, STOP THAT PING, JARREL YOU BASTARD, Screwing around, NOOOOOOOOO KOTOMI, HERRICK GIMME WALKTHROUGH, Chem, Screwing around, USHIO ;_;
Yeah, so my brain got thrown about quite a bit.
Can't wait to play After Story again!
But I guess the think that really irked her was the fact that I had used about 100 tissues within the span of a single week.
And there can only be one culprit. It is a particular game known as CLANNAD.
Well, the name is probably alien to a lot of people, but I can tell you that it is a very very very very very very very sad game, and that everyone should play it because it will make you CRY.
Okay, so maybe that's just me. So sue me.
But heck, CLANNAD is a like a drug. You just can't stop playing the game even though you know you'll be up until 12 midnight crying your heart out. Geez, I've never cried so much in my entire life. It has completely destroyed the little chemistry, mathematics, geography and physics knowledge kept safely in the archives of my head during the holidays.
Originally, my brain looked like this:
Chem, Chem, Phys, Math, Chem, Geog, Chem, Screwing around, Chem, Chem, STOP THAT PING, Chem, JARREL YOU BASTARD, Screwing around, Screwing around, HI NUBBY
Now, it kind of looks like
Screwing around, Play game, STOP THAT PING, JARREL YOU BASTARD, Screwing around, NOOOOOOOOO KOTOMI, HERRICK GIMME WALKTHROUGH, Chem, Screwing around, USHIO ;_;
Yeah, so my brain got thrown about quite a bit.
Can't wait to play After Story again!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Grannys and Nukes
Just this morning, while going shopping for trash bags with my great-grandma, I realised something very, very important.
Great-grandmas are like nukes!
Why? Well, there are quite a number of ways in which they are similar to each other. In fact, off the top of my head, I can think of several. Yup.
1. If you have one of them, you will receive international attention from anyone and everyone. International attention increases exponentially if you have increasing numbers of both.
2. Both of them require utmost attention - they are, after all, very very important to you. If you don't take care of them, then people will come running to you to ask you cease ownership of said item/person and give it to them, whether or not they are terrorists, U.N. Peacekeepers, or Old Folks Home representatives.
3. If you leave them lying around here and there, diplomats, U.N. Peacekeepers, grandparents and parents will be all over you.
4. And of course, if you drop either of them, you're quite screwed.
Okay, I'm bored now. Gotta go continue writing.
Hang on, I think there's a U.N. Peacekeeper outside my window.
Great-grandmas are like nukes!
Why? Well, there are quite a number of ways in which they are similar to each other. In fact, off the top of my head, I can think of several. Yup.
1. If you have one of them, you will receive international attention from anyone and everyone. International attention increases exponentially if you have increasing numbers of both.
2. Both of them require utmost attention - they are, after all, very very important to you. If you don't take care of them, then people will come running to you to ask you cease ownership of said item/person and give it to them, whether or not they are terrorists, U.N. Peacekeepers, or Old Folks Home representatives.
3. If you leave them lying around here and there, diplomats, U.N. Peacekeepers, grandparents and parents will be all over you.
4. And of course, if you drop either of them, you're quite screwed.
Okay, I'm bored now. Gotta go continue writing.
Hang on, I think there's a U.N. Peacekeeper outside my window.
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