gold

WE GOT A GOLD.

A little short of our goal of gold with honours, but really, why should we care?

We did our best, and I am sure we did ourselves proud.

And out of 8 schools, only 3 attained gold. The rest silver.

It was a great experience. Its the first time SYF actually really matters to me. And i guess its because of the people. Its in situations like these that you get to see the goodness of great friends. I think Raffles Ringers is the most bonded CCA in the world.

Thanks for all the words of encouragement and the cute notes.

I am actually feeling high now. I have completely forgotten about that monster of a maths exam.

Maths exam?

What maths exam?

Don't you mean SYF?

SYF

This is it.

Handbells SYF tomorrow. I am positively psyched.

Maths exam can go and ___.

I am actually looking forward to SYF!! For the first freaking time in my performing arts life. After like spending 6 years of my life in Chinese Dance, which seriously sucks.

RAFFLES RINGERS FTW. And it doesn't matter what we get, or what we didn't get, or what we should have gotten. Because all that really matters is the fact that we worked hard, and we shall give our best tomorrow. Even if we screw the maths paper.

Like Liying said, we have like millions of papers, but only 1 SYF. I find that strangely inspirational, is that supposed to be inspirational? Well, it is.

And tomorrow we will show the ignorant world that handbells are not something to be made fun of. And neither should the people who play handbells be made fun of. Handbells are not ice cream bells, and the people who play it do not sell ice cream, for that matter.

If you want ice cream, go to NTUC. Its cheap there.

And we are NOT slackers. Some blahblahs may assume that we are all slackers and that its no big deal, 'how hard can ringing a bell be?' 'How tiring can it be?' And of course the infamous one of 'You stand in an air-con room leh. We run around in the hot sun.'

Well isn't that your problem? You chose to run around in the hot sun by joining that particular CCA, and you know it. There is no basis for comparison. I do what I like and you do what you like. And I must of course clarify that the aircon is more like a heater, if you really want to harp on that.

Sometimes I feel pissed by all this CCA talk. And then I just lamely nod my head to whatever they say about ice cream bells and how its not tiring blahblahblah.

Next time I won't.

I think

I think I will have to kill myself mugging maths on the only 2 days I can, Sunday and Wednesday. And rather unfortunately, maths exam is on thursday.

Heres why:
Saturday- Grandma's 90th birthday. Celebration blahblahblah.
Monday- Ringers prac and Lee Chin concert. Reach home super late.
Tuesday- Cooking lesson. THIS IS SO TOTALLY WASTING MY TIME LAH. ponponpon. argh.
Wednesday- Ringers Prac.

THURSDAY- Maths Exam and Ringers SYF (explains the pracs). Omg I am going to be so super stressed. How???

And to make matters worse:
Chinese Compre Paper- Due Monday.
History FA- Due Monday.

Both of which I have no freaking idea how to do.

And I am dreading tomorrow.

Seriously, I should be cracking my head over quadratic functions now. NOW.

strange

The world is strange.

Me: Hi, how are you?
za bor: lol.

Me: I'm bloated.
za bor: lol.

Me: I have 598098 hairs on my head.
za bor: lol.

Me: Do you have anything else to say?
za bor: lol.

'lol' is a strange word. Don't you find it ironic that we use it so liberally yet we don't actually laugh out loud? We don't even smile. We just stare stoically at the screen. Its a default expression at our fingertips. And it types itself out as though we have no control over it.

Internet language is so strange. You are so strange, everyone is so strange, but I am stranger. Hmm, a pun.

Really, lol could mean lots of things. Like lots of lollipops, or lots of love, or lots of laughter.

Heres wishing you lol, however you wish to intepret it.

lol.

Gigapixel images

Thought your 12 megapixel photos were large enough already?

Here is a 13 GIGApixel panoramic photo. Click on the link. And then explore the photo. Its freaking huge. I am not sure whether its stitched or not, but still, its FREAKING HUGE. And after zooming in a lot, and a lot, I can even read the words on the signposts, if you can even find the signposts.

Click here>>> 13 gp photo

i knew it

Happy early birthday to me.

Because I know I won't be on the computer on that day.

10 blahblah things i learnt on my journey to 15:
1) Be sensitive and aware of stuff around you. People are observing me and judging me all the time, even if they don't say anything. They do it subconsciously, and I do it too.

2) If I want to get things done, I have to do it myself. No one is going to help me unless i help myself first.

3) Cultivate interests. The world is all out there for me to explore. ITS ALL MINE.

4) Do not envy, or covet. It will get me no where. If I want it, I have to work hard and get it myself.

5) Be humble and unassuming.

6) Treasure those i have around me while they are still around.

7) Grab at every opportunity, it only passes by once.

8) Respect the people around me and they will respect me in return.

9) A little kindness makes life so much sweeter.

10) Things don't always go the way I wish them to be. But thats just life. Take it the way it is, nothing I do is going to change it.

I am feeling very thoughtful now. Yes, all those phrases are clichéd. Does it matter?

I shall always remain the childish prat that I have been for the past 14 years blah days and blah hours. And you probably know now that it is impossible for me to strip myself of my childish identity, because, well, I am a child.

Chinese

Chinese people have an uncanny ability to take a perfectly good phone design, mess it up, and rebrand it as 'sany ericsson', or 'sumsung'. I am utterly amazed at the phones they have come up with. Simply put, they are the masters of the art of phone design pinching and modification. They are so good it is almost ridiculous. Just imagine taking a Nokia n95, reducing its size, and turning the sophisticated black into a almost garish pink colour.

And then they have fully functioning watch phones. Yes, watches. With 1.3 inch touchscreens. Unfortunately my fingertip itself already measures 1.5 cm across. I would love the pleasure of poking at a misniscule screen and irritating myself. And I am sure I would like to have my wrist suspended in mid-air while I listen to music with earphones. Just imagine.

They have everything to succeed except some creativity. Especially with the brand names.

hahaha

Big-bro-pants (aka emo depressed brother) just passed his driving test. And I have switched off the autoplay function on my music player because its getting on my nerves. In fact, the moment I reach my blog, the first thing i do is to pause the doodah music player.

Here is a picture of my beloved Nokia e63 which is unfortunately not really mine yet.

Its super nice right. I am a true geek. I have no interest in fashion phones, or nice looking phones that have style but no substance.

Stop calling me a materialistic geek, you big face freak. I can hear every word you are mouthing now. EVERY WORD.

I know you like the nokia e63 too.

Qwerty keyboards FTW. In your face, thumb twiddlers.

finding it hard

I finding it hard to be happy with what I have. I am such a total !@#$%

Anyway, did you read the article 'Playing with stereotypes' in today's lifestyle? Its about this guy who took the 'which singaporean elite school do you belong to' quiz and got RGS as his answer. I think he must have been quite proud about it to actually write an article on it. Come on, its not everyday you play around with facebook and feel like writing a 500 word essay on it.

Anyway I took the quiz a few days ago, and guess what was my result?

Anglo Chinese School.

And I totally agree with the little commentary. Especially the 'less that stellar' chinese part. Except that I am not a guy, do not intend to be one, and never want to be one. Because guys are almost like the bubbling bursting blisters you get on your foot after spending a whole day walking around in court shoes. Especially since they are the chauvinistic males they are.
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I want a new phone. I WANT A NEW PHONE. Its been 2 years already, and I WANT A NEW PHONE. I know I sound like a blistering brat here, but thats what I am. And I still want my new phone. Except that the stupid singtelshop website cheated my feelings. I intend to sue them for misrepresentation of prices. Joking lah. And I realised the one I wanted actually costs a skyhigh 248 bucks, which obviously my parents won't pay for. I even wanted to pay for it myself, but I still can't get it. Its so near but its just out of reach.

I am currently trying to develop feelings for my nokia 6280.

inspirational

Inspiration for everyone. This is a great video, WATCH IT.

temptation

I have a sudden temptation to do something really bad.

Like spend a lot of money on double cheeseburgers. And notebooks. (wah liao I have 1 whole drawer full of notebooks already lorh.)

And I want to buy the hardware magazine from cold storage that unfortunately costs $6.90, which is way beyond my budget for magazines. It has a nice shiny glossy picture of a touchscreen computer on the cover, which is definitely nicer than a not-so-nice shiny glossy picture of a celebrity's face caked in make-up. I mean, why do people buy magazines to look at people's face. If you need a face to look at, you can always look in the mirror.

Everytime I want to buy a magazine but can't afford it, I will buy a notebook to console myself. I have 1 whole drawerful of magazine substitutes. That realisation really irks me.

I am going to try selling of all my notebooks on ebay now.

And no one can stop me. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Sorry.

omg

Functions are seriously killing me.

Anyway, I spent the whole night blog-surfing.

And I went to all my primary school friends blogs.

I cannot believed they have changed so much lah. All of them look different, talk different, and seem different. I feel like an alien from outer space.

Now, I only keep in touch with 2, 3? And I only go out with 1.

Some friends just aren't meant to last forever.

Pri-sch friends are seriously different from sec school friends.

So, so different.

Not in a bad way though. Don't get me wrong.

What constitutes keeping in touch with old friends?

Poking them on facebook?

down in the dumps

Sometimes I wonder why i even bother to bother about other people's problems when I don't even have enough time to bother about my own bothersome bothers.

And then SOME people think that I shouldn't be complaining. Well, if i want to complain, I am jolly well going to complain, never mind your incessant preaching in my ear about how I shouldn't complain because you got more important stuff to do than me. I might not be anything great, but that doesn't make you great.

In fact, you are nothing more than a lousy sack of potatoes.

Sod it. No one will understand what on earth I am talking about anyway. And I don't want anyone to know.

Please do not read whatever is below if you do not like the way I think.
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After thinking long and hard, I realised its just you pitted against the world. No one will truly understand your problems or do their best to help you solve them. Its a selfish world, you care for you and yourself only, and care about others only when you have the time to spare. All the talk about friendship being blahblahblah is partially fake (bullshit) and you know it. Even your own mother will not always have the time to care about you all the time.

Its the same for everyone. So I guess there is fairness in unfairness. But, even so, life is still so imperfect, so hard, so difficult, so trying.

You are alone, I am alone, everyone is actually alone in this selfish world. We are all just fellow competitors in the race of life.

And then you realise that all those partially crap concepts were just created as a form of consolation for mankind, and then suddenly the world does not seem as great as it once was to you.

Face it. You want the best for yourself. Everything we do, has something to do with making ourselves seem to be a 'more successful' person. We yearn to gain respect and recognition, and we try to hide out flaws as much as possible, and we work hard to be a more 'perfect' person. We secretly want to be better than others, as much as we try to appear as humble and dignified beings.

My life is all about me, your life is all about you. Sadly, we can never change it.

This is the way the world was, is, and will be.

aH BLEHLEH

Should I buy my piano, or should I buy a psp? I want to buy my piano which costs around 1k, but thats a lot of money. You can buy 500 double cheeseburgers with 1k, and that would last me like 7 years worth of glorious fattening food. Or, I could buy a psp, which provides another form of entertainment, and spend only 400 plus bucks, and I still would have enough to buy a Nintendo dsi.

I consider this as one of the biggest decisions I shall ever make in my lifetime.

And you are probably wondering why I can't just get both.

Well, I can't because I get less than $200 for hongbao money every year, unlike some people, who have so much money, they burn it as a substitute for smoking. And I spend too much money on double cheeseburgers and chicken flavoured maggi mee.

Monetary issues aside, my mother's pineapple plant has just grown a pineapple, about the size of my fist, albeit a little more poky and greenish. Its a cause for celebration.

Meanwhile, papa-pants has just launched another 'attack of the soapy water gun' on the poor furry disgusting bats hanging upside down under our roof. He blames them for the lack of mangoes on our 8 year old mango tree, which bears a resemblance to my brother's hairstyle.

I am rambling again.

boon tat

I realised that there is a Boon Tat street or something in Singapore. And then at gluttons bay at esplanade, there was a stall called Boon Tat.

I have enough money to buy my digital piano. Should I buy it?

i love click network

I LOVE CLICK NETWORK.

I like all the xx (xiaxue you dodo) videos and some of the KK and paul twohill ones, which are super bone tickling.

But unfortunately, their website obviously has something against me, since it does not load at all, and youtube has a limited selection.

On another random side note, I cannot believe I forgot that it is Wenqi's birthday today. My brain cells are dying from overexposure to math worksheets and assignments. That must be it, the only plausible reason. I am turning into a steamed bao now because I got stuck in my bright red hoodie and i need to wait for mama-pants to help me get out of it. Sometimes I cannot believe how fast my mind jumps from one subject to another, so one moment I can be thinking about math, and the next I will be thinking on how _______ today's URBAN insert is. Well it was positively _______, except for the fact that the japanese clothing brand thingo uni-something was inside. Blahblahblah.

Oh freak. I need someone to help me out of my hoodie. Or help me find the aircon remote.

words you hardly find together

Words you will hardly find together in one sentence:

Tissue and radiation

Neopets and quantum physics.

Toenails and Cold Storage.

Facebook and Hello Kitty.

Shoelaces and blue cheese.

Just one of the many random thoughts of the day. I thought about it while wiping my nose.

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Super lame conversation between me and Li Ting at 3.30pm GMT +8
We were outside Queen staffroom and LT was trying to find another elusive teacher, Mr Bryden Chew.

LT: Extension 853! Eh I very scared to call leh.
Me: Just call lah. Just say, 'hello may I speak to Mr Chew please?' He won't chew you up.

Did you get it? Its staring at you right in the face you dodo. A PUN. Am I smart or what.

Anyway, we ended up jumping outside the staff room, hoping to spot a Bryden Chew head above all the desk partitions.

I hope I didn't look too much like a deranged ostrich.

batch hoodie

Went to collect our bright red batch hoodie from WAHMEE today. Its super nice (:

But as usual, I am too lazy to take a photo. Mama-pants says the red is too bright. But thats the whole point, isn't it? The purpose of wearing a hoodie is to make old

And today finally met up with the elusive Mr Lim Cheng Puay. I hope his name is spelled this way.

Oh yay it rhymes.

He does look a bit like Patrick Star, as pong-face pointed out. Except that he doesn't wear purple and green shorts. I guess he has a patrick star personality, and he absolutely does not have a blackberry, much to our dismay.

Anyway, I love black holes. Because they are another form of ULTIMATE POWER. And I like the idea of something so infinitely dense it doesn't take up any space, which is kind of ridiculous, but I LIKE IT. :D Apparently it is called a singularity.

Maybe one day humans will inhabit the whole universe, and not just the earth, and then each person will have a planet for a home or something. But I would save up and buy a black hole, because I like black holes, you like black holes, and everyone should like black holes. And then I will live in my black hole, and get sucked into the vortex. And then I will get transported to a parallel dimension or something, where I have the life of a rich egomaniac.

Sometimes I think I read too much science-fiction.

But I still like my black holes.

lazy

I feel ultra lazy nowadays. I feel like snoring now. After eating a super huge ultra biggish sushi buffet meal at sakae sushi to celebrate grace pong's birthday. I am slowly assuming the shape of a beach ball. How charming.

I SPENT 22 BUCKS ON A SINGLE MEAL LAH.

Is that pro or is that pro.

My budget for this week is totally ruined. And so now I have approximately 0 bucks and 0 cents in my starving wallet. It seems that I will be starving tomorrow during recess and lunch too. I have a plan:

1) Bring my own food. (like what? sandwich...NOOOO.)
2) Drink water the whole day. (I will die)
3) Steal Shermaine's corntos. (again)
4) Steal whatever shermaine is eating. (again)

Wah liao. My mum just commented that I am such a miserly dodo blahblahblah.

I think I have an obsession with saving money.

Like you didn't already know that.