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2011-10-23T19:46:00.002+08:00

I'm scared.

I'm scared that in two years time, when I come out of the army and take a look at the people and things around me, they'd have changed. Changed too much for me to handle, to accept, to overcome.

2011-10-22T17:09:00.002+08:00

I think grief is consuming me. I think so, because I'm putting aside things that are important; I don't think rationally any more.

It's how I handle things. It's wrong. I should change.
But it's how I handle things.

2011-10-21T20:16:00.003+08:00

What has defined my life? Part 1 of as many as it takes for me to complete them in full concentration.

It's so hard for me to face the truth.

I started off with so much promise. Promise is a crockpot of bullshit if you don't develop it and then sustain it. It has come to nought because it was abandoned halfway. Granted, primary school was easy, but then again it takes a certain ability at that age to do so well.

My academic success defined me until age nine. Study was my life, and I enjoyed the feeling when the papers came back with excellent scores on them. 100/100 in math every test, albeit spurred by the incentive of sharks-fin soup. Getting into GEP was the turning point.

Or maybe it was the computer that did it. The internet mesmerized me. I don't even know how I started surfing, started playing games, started being addicted to all that the world wide web had to offer. Then again, that is the power of the internet. It is so pervasive. I think this is trying to shy away from the blame. I should have had the personal willpower to moderate my usage and temper my urges.

You see, that's how it began.

2011-07-17T18:33:00.000+08:00

I read interesting things. I re-post them.

"Sponsorship, which often involves an older, married male spending one-on-one time, often off site and after hours, with a younger, unmarried female, can look like an affair; and the greater the power disparity between the male and the female, the more intense the speculation becomes that the relationship is more than professional. If the woman is subsequently promoted, her achievement will be undermined by office gossip that she earned it illicitly..."

A Woman's Place
by Ken Auletta
The New Yorker

2011-06-23T21:49:00.000+08:00

"Our journey as human beings is not about following a preordained path, but about creating that path. Life rarely makes any more sense when things are done 'in order'. Life makes sense when we are centered in our own hearts and we let go of resisting how our own unique journey needs to unfold on its own beautiful, unruly way."

2011-06-18T02:47:00.001+08:00

http://jerrybrito.org/post/6114304704/top-ten-myths-about-introverts

2011-06-11T16:36:00.001+08:00

'And behind a very sturdily-built and staunchly-defended facade of practical, unromantic, hard-headedness towards life, there was just that little pool of softness that would never show if you poked for it, but could be reached if you knew just how- and never let on that you were looking for it.'
Foundation and Empire

2011-06-11T00:35:00.001+08:00

The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.

2011-05-28T04:20:00.001+08:00

http://academictips.org/blogs/i-have-learned/

Meh tired and... grossly sick.

2011-05-15T10:58:00.000+08:00

"I think the lonely world that I live in was perhaps self imposed at the beginning but has now become the invisible prison that I can never escape. When all we yearn for is a single soul to understand our own, the greatest pain is realizing it will never be. There is no one around me that I can feel that connected to, or share my heart with and in the absence of that emotional warmth, I only have the cold expanse of the Internet to document my human condition." -Dallas McLaughlin

2011-05-14T23:53:00.002+08:00

"You go into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you." - Gone with the Wind

2011-05-08T13:28:00.002+08:00

Nobody said that it'd be easy.
It'd be worth it.

2011-05-01T02:55:00.001+08:00

2011-04-24T17:29:00.001+08:00

After a While

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall

2011-04-09T23:58:00.000+08:00

“To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find their own happiness without expecting them to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart. Do not let the bitterness take away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you; but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it.”

2011-04-09T18:41:00.000+08:00

'Things will happen in your life that you can't stop. But that's no reason to shut out the world.'

2011-04-03T02:06:00.000+08:00

“The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.”
— Marcel Pagnol

2011-03-26T19:17:00.000+08:00

2011-03-25T20:15:00.000+08:00

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain..." -Neil Gaiman

Still.

2011-03-20T13:50:00.001+08:00

“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.” ~Louis de Bernieres

2011-03-05T00:31:00.002+08:00

What has, been.
I will write what will be.

2011-03-04T10:34:00.001+08:00

I want to wish, hope, pray
I want to wish, to hope, to pray,
I want, I want, I want,
everything to be alright.

2011-02-14T13:32:00.003+08:00

-Sir Walter Raleigh, Poems.

Happy Valentine's.

2011-01-24T20:18:00.002+08:00

I've been staring at this page blankly for hours. If anyone has a suggestion please do pass it my way.

2011-01-11T01:37:00.001+08:00

Edit:
Oh god what a fucking wuss.

Back to planning to sleep.

2011-01-10T23:58:00.004+08:00

Fine. I'm over time.
Still,

As they wandered around the flashing lights and exquisite displays, she pranced around while he observed quietly, knowing that they were not at home. Glitz and glamour were just distant dreams, a Them and Us separation. But she knew too, and so they left.

Enter a state of quiet, the night breeze tempered with faint droplets of cooling heaven dew. Their exploration brought them previously unknown excitements, the thrill of adventure set their hearts in motion. Obstructions could not shut them out now, and she, the ever buoyant, sprung the way forth. He followed quietly yet inwardly happily, for they were cosy.

Everything was there, going the way he wanted, he told himself. You've lived your life stringently. You've lived your life with way too many facades. Here's a chance to change, big time. All you have to do is reach out...

But no. There is always an inexplicable sap that drains him of his courage. Or is he merely a coward? Always afraid of the unknown, of the untoward consequences, it seems. He never wanted to lose, never wanted to risk it all for even the slightest chance of success of his most cherished dream.

And thus he dwells.

2011-01-09T13:12:00.004+08:00

By request and partly self-willing, I shall try to maintain a journal to record both the inconsequential and the sentimental.

I guess it's better late than never, that I get down to some introspection. To consider all things that have blossomed, flourished, and those which have been spectacular disappointments.

Floating into RJ probably wasn't the ideal way to integrate oneself into tertiary academic life. It might have started with the choice of subjects, but it's me who was supposed to make the most out of it. I guess the jitters, solitude and an incapacity to suppress my terrible, terrible habit of procrastination don't bode well for a student in a top notch school diving into pseudo-foreign ground.

Life wouldn't screw me over that badly, I guess, given the reprieve I'd glean from CCAs that would slowly turn into the highlight of my two years there. Class just wasn't what it could have been. I'd associate the stagnancy in class spirit to our starkly contrasting backgrounds and lifestyles. You just can't put the wild with the mild; they'd clique, not click.

Perhaps I'm going too fast already. Perhaps I should start from Day One, Where Everything First Began.

2010-01-02T20:22:00.003+08:00

Goals for 2010.

Number 1.
Go to NZ.

Dashed.

Number 2.
Win every Bridge competition available.

Ongoing.

Number 3.
Win as many Chinese Chess competitions as possible.
Preferably Raffles Cup too.

Distant.

Number 4.
Pay attention in Math.
Do well in Math.

Who am I kidding?

Number 5.
Finish watching TSCC.

...stop DotAing.

Number 6.
Study hard.

HEY LOOK A PURPLE FLAMINGO!

2009-10-25T23:29:00.001+08:00

More pertinent worries to come.

Like promos results.
lol

2009-10-21T00:36:00.000+08:00

Big ideas.
Is that all you've got?

Make them materialize, idiot.
Stop daydreaming.

Start doing.

2009-08-23T23:37:00.000+08:00

Blogger post template is fucked up.
/

I'm still looking for my sanity, my reason, my sense of control.
Has anyone seen it, can anyone find it for me to restore me to what I was, and who I want to be?

Please, I'll die for it and I will die without it.

Blinded

2009-08-19T23:30:00.003+08:00

I can't hear those alarm bells screaming away anymore.
It's like I'm blind, or deaf to the cacophony of the resonant warnings.

But I'm not. I can't be.
How do I wake up?
How do I see, how do I realise, that it might be too late, already?

Wake me up, wake me up inside
I can't wake up, wake me up inside
Save me, call my name and save me from the dark
and
Bring me back to life.

Salalalalalalavation!

2009-08-12T22:46:00.000+08:00

WIN.
MATH IS FINALLY TEACHING A TOPIC THAT I UNDERSTAND WHOLLY FROM THE GET-GO.
FOR NOW.
UNTIL THEY INTRODUCE, WHICH THEY PROBABLY WILL, SOME GUAILAN EXTRA FORMULAE REQUIRING KNOWLEDGE OF GRAPHS, FUNCTIONS AND WHATNOT INTO ... ARITHMETIC PROGRESSION.
TILL THEN, I LOVE MATH.

(Y)
On another note, my (overdue) chinese work's backdated a few ... two-digit-number-of-days. I think I should get down to finishing that zuowen.
And the zhouji.
Hmm.

2009-08-04T22:45:00.001+08:00

That was [i]their[/i] most significant bridge defence ever executed.
In defence of themselves.

The uppercut.

FML.

2009-07-29T20:38:00.000+08:00

Caress the one, the Never-Fading rain in your heart
- the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

CCA is resuming woot
No more boring afternoons.
Hell yeah.

Lecture test = gg
Lit lecture test = no rm

Reachin', searchin' for something untouched

2009-07-27T23:03:00.000+08:00

I sacrificed the pursuit of Science for this.
Has it been worth it?
Is it really worth it?

2009-07-13T00:49:00.003+08:00

I need a permanent bridge partner.
Like, one who has the discipline to bid properly. And one whom I preferably know well enough.
Too bad you can't have the cake and eat it.
You can't even have a cake.
Wtf.

On another note, I'm probably going to fail econs.
And hey reader, so are you.
Unless of course your name starts with Ha- and ends with -ei.
Then you're obliged to not fail econs.
I wish that were me.

2009-07-09T01:59:00.001+08:00

Get a grip, take control, redirect.
Now.

2009-07-04T21:36:00.000+08:00

I have no bloody idea what to blog about after the insanely long hiatus stemming from laziness.
The little apathy that kills us all. Including our blogs.
However, since exams are over, I have all the free time in the world, even accounting for the time needed for PW, um, I have a little bit of free time, even accounting for the time needed to reorganize and catchup in math, um, damnit, that leaves me with no time?

FML.
Oh, -to blog.

How the hell did I wind up like this?

2009-05-05T21:14:00.003+08:00

They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play
I can’t see them anyway
No time to lose
We’ve got to move
Steady your hand

This week is going to be a tad crazy.
Work work work due day after day.

I am losing sight again

Can't be helped, I suppose. After a pretty laissez-faire semester, at the end of it you've got to make up for it.

Fire your guns
Its time to run
Blow me away
I will stay unless I may

And soon, if it not already is, will be the time for the channeling of almost every damn hour into revision, revision, revision.
All for the sacred Marks.

After the fall
Wake up.

We’ll shake it off
Get going.

Show me the way

2009-04-27T22:10:00.004+08:00

While everyone seems to be rushing over their scarlet-ravaged PIs, I'm staring blankly into space, suppressing intermittent coughs and wondering what the hell I'm doing.

Obviously this in no way obviates the fact that there's school, work, and bloody Chinese tomorrow, but indulging in a bit of inertia's good for the lazy soul every now and then and then again and again.

You sort of get the drift.

On another note, exams arriveth in a month.
How quickly time flies.
How soon I'll have to get my ass up and work for those marks, those precious digits significant only to me and my future employer and determined only by me and my current teacher.

On another another note, I don't get what the fuss over Susan Boyle is all about.
George Sampson and Flawless pwn her. Flat.
George Sampson: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0P13ucUeJ8
Flawless: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GrOMLylvhQ
Qed.

2009-04-27T01:12:00.001+08:00

120 words

Speedtest

Whatever I'm doing doing this at one.fifteen in the morning.

Edit.
That actually says I TYPE 120 WORDS A MINUTE.

2009-04-20T02:37:00.001+08:00

-
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside you learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
-

2009-04-14T20:48:00.002+08:00

PI groupings were released today.
What can I say?
I'm grateful that I'm content.

This is going to be a long, busy and tiring weekend.

2009-04-13T00:15:00.001+08:00

Sicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksick.

2009-04-08T22:16:00.002+08:00

A test, a test!
The first proper test of the year!
Although it's not bloody counted!
But I have to study for it anyway!

Oh well!
A test, a test!
Time to study for a test!

2009-04-07T23:52:00.005+08:00

Edit.

Thank you, my beloved l_t_r_t_r_ teacher, for you have taught me and my class so much and so well.
For you have taught us nothing, and nothing is more than infinity; you could never fathom the extent that we treasure every sliver of knowledge gleamed from the wise words that project forth from the sacred orifice wedged between two rosy cheeks with avant-garde professionalism and insight.
I salute you, teacher!

2009-04-06T21:05:00.003+08:00

Lesson One.
Don't ever think of enduring a highly feverish night without taking panadol.
Or any sort of medication.

Unless, of course, you'd like to subject yourself to possible brain damage, midnight hallucinations and of course, the acute headache and grogginess that hits you full blow in the morning in consequence.

Lesson Two.
When you have aforementioned acute headache and grogginess, do not go to school.

Of course, the inner 乖 student in you will tell you, don't pon! (Keep that perfect attendance record of yours!)
Unless, of course, you find out beforehand that a certain teacher of yours has taken the day off and did some timetable toggling. And that you have a 作文 to write later in the day.

Lesson Three.
Apparently stuff is supposed to come in threes, so I'm obliged to write a third Lesson.

Man who put head on railroad track to listen for train likely to end up with splitting headache.

Good night.

2009-04-05T20:41:00.002+08:00

This is just so people don't misunderstand my post on council elections.

Who I intend to vote for, of course, will be an entirely different matter.
Known only to me.
Myself.
And I.

2009-04-05T19:51:00.002+08:00

I thought I used to be impervious to the common cold.

How awfully wrong I am.

I suppose it must have been the result of the accumulation of weeks of nocturnalism.

How ridiculously foolish I was.

I have this apprehension that tomorrow, in the morning, I'll wake up feeling totally like shit, then go to school feeling like shit and finally come back home feeling like shit.

And there's a 作文 to do tomorrow.

And the only break I'll get is after PE.
Unfortunately, it got koped.
By council.
For voting.

Damnit.
/breakdown.

2009-04-03T20:16:00.006+08:00

And so it's less than three days before crunch time.
Not for me, of course.
I'd never dream of getting into council.
But for the likes of Zewei and innumerable others who so rightfully deserve that coveted title that they wouldn't mind having not reflected in their CV.

Of course, I have absolute faith in their pure and sincere intentions.
To serve!
Would you ever doubt them? Outrageous!

Let me give you fine examples of people you should vote for.
Because they're cool.
Or they're good.
Or they deserve it, somehow.

Or maybe I was paid to do it.

In no particular order of preference, because names just come off the top of my head...

One.
Aaron Goh.
'nuff said.

Two.
Zewei.
'nuff said.

Three.
Ernest Wong.

Do you not know the importance of an Earnest councillor?
What would council be without the representation of the ess ell you tees esses?

Vote Ernest.

Four.
Brandon Chen.

With absolute sincerity, I say this: Brandon's capable. He's never had the chance to lead in RI, whatever the reason. We need energetic counsellors, people like him who are willing to do their best to make the school a better place, for you and meeeeee.....

I digress.
Did you know that MJ's concert tickets sold out within hours and they're being resold for prices tenfold or more on eBay and stuff?
That is some awesome whopping profit.

Vote Brandon.

Five.
Nelson Wee.

Y'know what? Vote for Nelson.
Like, seriously, yeah.
For those of you who don't know what he's all about, it's like this:
(Election's ten percent CV, twenty percent personal skill
and it's a whopping seventy percent popularity bill)
Floozy, he doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to do it, and do it right
He's like (almost) everybody else
campaigning with a group but promoting himself.

In spite of the fact that lots of people know him,
but voting's mostly done on a whim.
So **** that,
that is very very bad.
If you follow that,
you're just a ****.

So Think before you vote,
do you want the pote or the tote
'cos if you make the wrong note
council's gonna end up a joke.

Yeah.
Vote Nelson.

Six.
Avril Lee.

Ever felt like breaking out of your shell only to realise you've been born on a chicken farm to be raised fat and slaughtered?
No?
Wrong analogy then.

Vote Avril.

Seven.
Xia Hongfei

Because we need a council chairman.
And because it might be fun to see next year's OGs start with X.

Vote Hongfei.

8)
NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN
NEVER GONNA NEVER GONNA VOTE FOR YOU.

Nine.
Chrisanda Lee.
Cassandra Lee.

These two names couldn't get any easier to remember.
Starts with C, ends with A, both surnamed Lee.
From head to toe they're Capable and Awesome.
And they reaLee need your vote.

Vote Chrisanda.
Vote Cassandra.

Ten.
Wong Jun Sean.

"How can something so right feel so Wong?"
How can deciding to vote for him take so long?

Vote Jun Sean.

Eleven.
That's ridiculous.
It's not even funny.
I rescind two.

Have a good voting day.
I know I've digressed a lot.
I know the accompanying texts for some people may seem short and meaningless.
However, please vote for them.
Because they deserve it.

P.S. There's always an exception.
P.P.S.
Other than those names up there, here are some more for your serious consideration.
Yu Tian.
Han Yuan.
Xin Er.
Zhu Jie
Chng Yan
Thye Jie
Zaki
Robyn
Derwin
Hui Yao

2009-04-02T21:20:00.002+08:00

And tomorrow I shall finally be able to settle down and decide who to rally for.
And why.

2009-04-01T00:21:00.003+08:00

I'd spend some time denouncing the person who made the timetable for Wednesday, if only I had the time to.

2009-03-26T00:39:00.002+08:00

Poetry is the bane of my academic life.
Chinese comes in a close second.

I don't know.
It's just - I. Don't. Get. It.

Staring at these seemingly infinitely infinitesimal words that I.Don't.Bloody.Understand really gets on my nerves. I don't think there's anything worse than taking a subject that you force yourself to accept but fail terribly at.

Like, with a capital F.
For Fail.

Right er, anyway.
Vote for Aaron Goh.
Seriously.
He deserves it.

I can't believe that some People actually got through to campaign stage while Others didn't.
BB is going to be screwed.
Bah.

2009-03-24T23:17:00.002+08:00

I don't know, but
I want
I wait
I hope.

I don't know, so
I tell myself
Maybe
Probably
Definitely.

*

Tuesdays.
The only day where I can die from boredom between breaks.
2 hours.
2 solid hours of stasis, spent wholly in the canteen sitting down, degenerating.
Of course, I should have spent that time doing my bloody econs. case study 1 which supposedly takes at most 45 minutes to complete.

I should have.

Instead of wasting precious sleeping time.

Writing a blog entry.

But tomorrow is special!
For, well, a few reasons, some of which I'm not particularly inclined to list and explain.

But one of which is Pertinent.

Tomorrow is, (supposedly, because apparently it's already up), release-of-the-campaigners-list day. I suppose it wouldn't be wrong to say that I'm looking forward to it. Then again in similar situations like this the only thing I can do is to await and anticipate.

We'll see how it goes.

Tomorrow.
It's always only a day away.

2009-03-23T00:45:00.002+08:00

Spelunker.
U-N-C-L-E.

Ahahahhahahaha. Get it?
lolololol

2)
A man walked in with a newt on his shoulder.
"What do you call that?" a guy asks.
"I call him Tiny," the man says. "Because he's my newt."

Ahahahahahhahahahahahahahalolololoololollulz.

Flame me not if you have a Fail sense of humour.
Kthx.

2009-03-18T22:07:00.002+08:00

I am terribly depressed.
I blew my chance at Char Yang Cup Finals.
Thanks to a first move blunder.
I gave my opponent a free piece on my first turn.
Mid-game, I gave my opponent another free piece.
Late-game, I mis-forked two pieces, allowing both to escape.

FML.

At least RJ got through.
Go you, RJ.

It really really sucks to go into the third round with a decent amount of confidence, yet blunder on the FIRST MOVE OF THE GAME just to put myself in the degenerative game that dragged on for longer than all the other boards, long enough that even the adjucators were watching.

I want to cry.

I almost managed to turn the game around at lategame even though I was one piece down. Too bad that one vital extra piece my opponent had (piece still alive resulting from aforementioned mis-fork) was all that mattered. It was just another case of too awesome, too late.

FML.
FML.
FML.

D:

2009-03-16T23:09:00.014+08:00

After that short period of apathy, I've decided that I've got something to blog about. Once again, I get to hammer away at my keyboard to complain about life, the universe, and everything related to me.

That was a tad egoistic.

Y'know, it's a bit cliched to say this, but hey, it's the holidays! Y'know, the time where one takes a step back from the hustle and bustle of schoolwork (wait, that is intrinsically impossible) to examine one's true values and priorities. And to sleep.

(I somehow find indulging in the latter results in a huge difficulty of completing the former.)

It's been one term, half a term, whatever-the-duration-that-I've-been-attending-real-lessons-for-is, and I suppose it's time for me to reflect, albeit possibly too late, on my seemingly erratic choice of EELM.

Mathematics and Economics were foregone choices. Then, the tossup was between Physics/Chemistry and English/something. I'd have gone for the cookiecutter PCME had ELL not been introduced, but since it was, I now had an alternative option. It opened up a new future for me, something that wouldn't have been possible otherwise. The study of English interests me as much as the study of mathematics would interest Ivan Loh. (Wait, that's an overoveroverstatement. On my part.) Taking ELL will benefit me twofold - I get to pursue an area of interest, thus I'd be more committed to ELL lessons and secondly, ELL -should- aid me in my pursuit of a journalism course. Or whatever it may come in handy for.

People have told me that I look like a math and science guy. I suppose it's true to some extent - the innate science-r in me made me insist on having M/E in whatever combination I'd take. Taking PCME would've been a safer decision - how practical it is I do not know. However, I have this thing against boring mugging subjects. I -prefer- subjects that requires me to think - not to try to recall and regurgitate knowledge, but to apply, reword and rework knowledge.

(As a short sidenote, I was sort of distracted halfway, so excuse any errors that stemmed from the disruption of flow of thought.)

Today, I heard that Physics asks you stuff like, "Estimate the volume of air in a car tyre." So you're supposed to estimate the diameter of a wheel, then the rim, then the thickness of the wheel, do some multiplication involving pastry to get the answer. Or something along that line.

In contrast, ELL is teaching about acrolects and basilects, open and closed networks and the usage of language in relation to one's social class, context, culture, etc. It's so much more interesting, isn't it?

I'm not trying to bash Physics and students of Physics here. I'm just stating my personal preference. I'm also conveniently failing to mention anything about Literature. I have this grudge against what's being taught at the moment (poetry), and if I were to complain about it I'd run out of profanities sooner than you can say, "A-profani-what?" (Chemistry too, but that's because I don't know nuts about what's being taught in Chem. at the moment.)

So, well, I suppose I've got no reason to regret taking ELL over Science.

For now.

2009-03-15T01:48:00.000+08:00

"I'm a pacifist.
You're a thing that babies suck on.
No dude, that's a paedophile.
Tucker, I think he means a pacifier."
- Red vs Blue

LOL.

2009-03-05T00:42:00.002+08:00

I have a lot of perspectives to set straight.
And I'd better start doing that soon.

2009-02-26T00:35:00.003+08:00

I can count the number of times this is going to happen in the future on one hand.
THERE IS NO HOMEWORK DUE TOMORROW!
Really now, this sort of thing is probably going to happen less than the number of times GST is going to increase in the future.

And because I was reminded, I shall reflect on my intial post on my new class.

More than 2 weeks into Real school, I'm obliged to consider my class in a new light, now that I actually know some of them better. We're actually an awesome class.
Other than that statement being politically correct, it's true. I'm not going to support that statement though.

I was going to say that our class wasn't as clique-d as I thought it'd be, then I realised the irony in that statement when our class blatantly travels in distinct groups at times.

But can that be helped when our class is already separated by our difference in timetables?

/leaves Hanging question.

------
Today is gonna-get-hungry day. (Actually, by Today I mean Wednesday, but I wrote this overnight, so it isn't really Today, but Yesterday. Annoying huh?)
Six bloody hours of lessons, in a bloody row.
AND WHY DIDN'T MY ECONS TEACHER BRING FOOD!?!?!?!
(Maybe it's like Murphy's Law. We were sort of expecting/hoping that he'd bring food to satiate our hunger. Then, it just didn't happen. :()
(For the uninitiated, Murphy's Law states that what can go wrong will go wrong. Like when you're trying to set up a SIG with knowledge of the POSSIBILITY that it won't be approved, and IT DOESN'T GET APPROVED.)
Damnit.
I digressed.
:@.

Anyway, I shall/must/will remember to bring real food every Wednesday for personal consumption/merchandising.
I will be rich.
Rough plan:
Me <- supplier of good(s) aka Supply.
Them <- consumers of good(s) aka Demand.
As learnt in economics, when there is lower supply and constant demand, THE PRICE GOES UP!
Therefore,
I will be rich.

------
Today I sabo-ed a few people for council elections.
I am 80% sure they will proceed to the interview stage.
Let's go, council elections!
I hope they're a lot fairer than back then.

2009-02-22T23:44:00.002+08:00

All of life's a bitch, and I have the mother and father to make it happen.

2009-02-19T17:53:00.000+08:00

To the administration:
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FALSE HOPE.
<3.

Back to rushing ISLE essay.

2009-02-18T22:11:00.002+08:00

Yesyesyes BB is joint C Chess champion I r winner kthxbai.

At least going hungry since breakfast till dinner paid off. C Chess was fun, Zhang Yue (think imba J1 china girl) owning it up and BB OWNING IT UP (Take the OP-ed BW out of the picture please). For once, something related to Buckley isn't last. What a refreshing and delightful change.
3 wins 2 losses ftw. Must have been my awesome blitz in the last round that brought BB to tie with BW for first.
I r awesome.

On another note,
-end daydream-
my econs tutor > the other half of my class' econs tutor.
FREE OREOS > PAYING FINES FOR NON-SUBMISSION OF HOMEWORK.
WE HAS COOKIES.

2009-02-16T22:46:00.003+08:00

Awesome.
As of now, twelve people have indicated support for SSIG!
Three more!

Go us.

On another note, GG GDI I REALISED THE EXISTENCE OF AS2TUTORIAL1:LANGUAGEUSEINSOCIETY FIVE MINUTES AGO. G.G.
"WATCH MRBROWNSHOW: TALKINGCOCKINPARLIAMENT" AND ANSWER THE FOLLOWING DISCUSSION QUESTIONS BLAH BLAH.

Wtf.
Time to chiong.

****************
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There is only one requirement - commitment.
You do not need any prior experience, you will be taught basic skills and you'll have fun playing with others!
So JOIN NOW! Email me your Full Name, Class and any other possibly useful information at xjohtox.hw@gmail.com!

2009-02-12T22:56:00.003+08:00

Edit.
9/15.

Started reading econs notes today. It's cheem plz. Got up to PPC and got sian of reading. Looks like I have to pay attention to some _ teacher bore the way through econs tomorrow.

On the other hand, I'm starting to have second thoughts about my class! Still haven't done a single thing with them save attend lectures, but somehow I feel that our class won't suck as much as others' claim theirs to be.

On another note, ISLE sounds pretty fun and exciting and of all things to remember, I don't remember the place to sign up. Screw it.

AND SSIG IS MAKING MINUTE IMPROVEMENTS! If I get an average of 1 person a day to join without ads... I might make the minimum requirement before the end of this month. Hmm.

Random, irrelevant stuff ftw.

Frisbee today was Not Very Interesting.

GDI ECONS IS DAMN HARD.

I'm straying off course from my normal essay-styled blogposts. This has to mean something.

Or not.

SONG OF THE DAY: FAR AWAY - NICKELBACK

Er. Did you know that 'ggxx' can mean 'great'?
Imba right?
Seriously.
lol.

2009-02-10T19:41:00.000+08:00

Edit.

I think my class only has 8 guys and 19 girls.
G_G?

Following the flow

2009-02-09T19:20:00.003+08:00

^_____________^

Since everyone is (probably) talking about their new classes, about how OHMYGODISTHAT(insert friend's name)?OHMYGODOHMYGODYOU'REINMYCLASS!!<3<3<3AWESOME, or about how ...W.T.F.MYCLASSISFULLOFSCHOLARSAND*******, I shall join in the frenzy!

Today is the start of my new RJ life! Woohoo!
I felt so happy and excited.
Then I met my class.

THEN I GOT EVEN HAPPIER AND EXCITED-ER!
No, seriously.

Aptly put, I have mixed feelings about my new class.
Justifying; for starters, my class has a decent gender ratio of approximately 1:1.
Next, it's got a mix of InsidePeople:OutsidePeople, ie, Raffles:Others, ~2:1.
Thirdly, I daresay my class has one of the most varieties of subject combinations. I think there's only one other person taking the same combination as me. O.o
Fourth, ***********************************************.

I really don't know what to think. At least on the RI side, there aren't any arses. I don't know about the rest, but that provides some tiny bit of comfort. I suppose it's going to take time to accept and integrate, but I wonder how deep the extent of class/interpersonal bonding will go.

I have my reservations, I'm sure the others will too.
I suppose since it's my fate to get into this class, I have to live with it. No point trying funny stuff like changing subjects, might as well make the best of it and own it up.

Oh well.
Que sera sera.

A01D ftw. <- This is subject to change over the next few days and weeks and months and years.

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Looking forward?

2009-02-08T23:27:00.003+08:00

Slept to 5 something today. Can't believe it.
I felt so damn lethargic and apathetic that even lying down in bed and skipping meals was better than getting up and doing absolutely... N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
School/lessons start tomorrow.
Half of me looks forward to the new stuff to learn, the new activities to occupy all the time that I'd probably while away anyway.
Then again the rational half of me says that homework's going to start pouring in, you're not going to get half as much free time to screw around and play DotA or whatever with anymore, you're going to actually have to start using the brain that's been hibernating for the past three months and generally, you're going to start hating your life.
So it's a toss-up whether I'm going to enjoy my upcoming JC life or not, and well, time to sleep on it.

P.S. Where does one find Angus Ross prize winning essays?

A new start, a new ending?

2009-02-07T15:40:00.005+08:00

Oh look.
After some inexplicably long hiatus, I decided to blog again!
I suppose it's good to have an avenue to express my joysorrowangerEMOtionsn'stuff, but then again, a blog doesn't have the same privacy one's mind provides. Complying with the 'a new start, put the past behind' saying, I suppose I shan't bitch about all the crap's that happened since the start of this year.
Oh well.
In that case I shall slowly build up the blogging mood by doing some spreading of joy!

EVERYONE.
I HEREBY INTRODUCE YOU, DEAR READER, TO THE BEST SONG EVER:

...oh damn I can't embed it.
Anyway, Behind These Hazel Eyes, by Kelly Clarkson!

2008-07-24T22:19:00.001+08:00

I realised I have a cool desktop background.

PotM looks damn cool in there. Anyone knows what the 4th from right is?

2008-06-30T19:17:00.009+08:00

I'm still damn happy.

Anyway, pictures, pictures.

Before

After

Extras:
(Click to enlarge)

I know, but three's plural.

2008-06-29T19:30:00.009+08:00

Today is the best day in my entire RI school life.

Together with Kenneth, Xue Wen, Thomas and Hongrui, WE WON THE NATIONAL INTER-SCHOOL SCRABBLE FINALS!!!
I can't believe we did it.

Three months ago, my idea of Scrabble was that of Upwords minus the stacking. I'm so proud of myself. And Xue Wen. We actually bothered to practise and practise and practise and study the two and three lettered words and the bingo stems and THEY ALL PAID OFF!

To think that we surpassed other players who've had a year or two's experience; three months back I wouldn't have thought that that would have been possible. But we did!

Wow.

5-0, 5-0, 5-0, 5-0, 4-1. (It wasn't Xue Wen's fault. His opponent was good.)
Twenty four wins. For a team that came together and decided to join the competition for fun, I daresay that's a bloody brilliant achievement.
We rock.
Kenneth, Xue Wen, Thomas, Hongrui, y'all own.
(Me too.)

We are the best.
WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
WE
WILL
ROCK
YOU!

2008-05-23T22:04:00.002+08:00

And as the past fades away, the present materializes.

I was looking through the TV listings today. SUPERNATURAL IS BACK!!!
Whoohoooooooooo!!!

Kekeke.

SUPERNATURAL IS AN IMBA TV SERIES.
IT LETS ME STAY UP LATE. IT IS UBER NICE.
EOS.
GO WATCH.

Btw, it's the holidays.

2008-05-11T12:00:00.003+08:00

You reap what you sow;
Weave a web of lies and all you'll get is more (f)lies. (okay, haha, but...)

If only there was a way out of this. Creativity can only bring you so far, but the originality that I'm missing can bring me much further. Where are you?

Should cows wear bras?

2008-04-21T23:13:00.002+08:00

/zomg.
Here goes.

Dear Dairy(1),
Moo(2).
Today marks the third day that I’ve been standing near that stupid stile watching life go past. I’ve realized that I’m complete. I feel that I’m missing something, somewhere, deep down below.
I am cow, hear me moo…
I’m all grown up now. Mom left me a few weeks ago. I heard those humans saying something about a, what, boo-cher(3)? They said she was growing fat and her milk was turning tasteless and so she had to be ‘outsourced’! How outrageous. My mom’s big and strong. Every time I suck her milk from those magnificent udders, those wonders of nature, I feel so invigoratingly refreshed.
At least, maybe, just maybe, they’ll treat me better now. Miss MacDonald used to bring Mom extra hay and let her munch on the finest grass on the farm! I wish that would happen to me too.
Yogurt, curd cream, cheese and butter’s made from liquid from my udders…
My friends, they tell me the Importance of Top Quality Milk. Those humans sure are obsessed over it. They’re finding so many ways and means to make us produce Top Quality Milk! One of them related to me how she was bathed in buttermilk(4) because Ol’ MacDonald(5) had hoped that that would make her lactate better!
Yet, I think there’s still something wrong.
I think those humans are stupid, selfish, biased and, grr, greedy.
They need a new method of letting us produce finer milk! And, dear Dairy, I think I have just the perfect solution!
Remember when I told you of the time when the humans gave brother Horse some hard silver thing to put on his feet? Brother Horse told me that it was the most comfortable thing he’d ever worn. He even said that he felt much more at ease when galloping around and could run much, much faster without hurting his feet! And so, I was thinking, what if we cows could wear something else?
I say, I sure feel a good idea creeping up on me from behind!
I once dreamt of being wrapped in those huge, soft and smooth and silky wrapping things. It felt so warm that I made me so charged with energy and vigour! I felt like bursting out from inside! I knew at once what had to be done. I think, the humans should create something just like that for us cows. Something that fits just nicely around our udder. Something that, like that wrapping thing, will make our udder fill with energy and vigour! That way, I’m sure we will produce much better milk.
It’s a good idea too. This idea lets all cows be equal(6)! We all get a helping hand in producing better milk and then, we will all get to graze on the finest grass and rest on the finest hay! And then, when we grow fat and strong, we’ll all be outsourced together! I’m quite sure this thing can be made with much ease, just like brother Horse’s metal thing! I’ve seen plenty of leather around. That should be the perfect material!
Say, dairy, don’t you think I’m a genius?
I shall stop writing now. I await tomorrow, when I might come up with another idea! Adieu!
Your best friend,
Cow.
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(1) Dairy: diary
(2) Moo: hi, hello
(3) boo-cher: butcher
(4) buttermilk: just like Wilbur
(5) Ol’ MacDonald: yeah, that guy who had a farm eieio
(6) all cows be equal: …but some cows are more equal than others yadda yadda…

2007-11-15T10:40:00.000+08:00

Real guts, man

I read a newspaper report on the security guard who grabbed a home-made firecracker before it went off at a basketball game, thus destroying his right hand and at the same time suffering insane pain in order to protect the others.
Here's a salutation to Yoav Glitzstein, the man who truly sacrificed himself for the greater good.

2007-11-10T13:22:00.000+08:00

Hurhur

Q: Why are starfish so rich?
A: Because they can buy anything, even if it costs them an arm and a leg. They just grow them back anyway.

2007-11-02T20:47:00.001+08:00

Poetry

Over the ocean,

over the sea.

By my side, always,

constantly.

Promises of return,

elated rapture,

disappointment,

unfulfilled venture.

2007-10-22T17:06:00.000+08:00

As Murphy once said,

what can go wrong will go wrong.

Imran just had to award that penalty. And I was on the edge for the whole bloody game. And I was holding well.

Imran just had to award that penalty.

2007-10-13T19:43:00.000+08:00

A tiny little break I totally give up on dialogues that go beyond anything factual. Just look at my attempt to think of what Wind and Light could argue about. A total failure. Maybe I should stick to short stories that don't require that much brain power.

.
.
.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

There had to be a reason for that. Logic states that any dog, however lazy, would not have forgone his pride and allowed the fox, however quick, to do that. However, this dog was not particularly lazy. In fact, he was the ConDog, no wait, make that The ConDog, Scammer-of-all-Canines and pretty much the antithesis of a good little son of a bitch that any mother would hope for and he had a plan.

He was friends with a fox, and that says quite a lot, since you would probably have pointed the accusing finger at a random hobo in a street than the guy in a black suit walking away from you who had just scammed you out of your pocket money.

'Look,' he muttered. 'We can't spend the whole day practising this trick.'

'I know. Just one more jump and I think I'll have perfected it,' managed the fox, before he took a run up and sprang over the dog. 'Oh shit.'

The following describes what happened after that.

Firstly, we have what we call Murphy's Law. What can go wrong WILL go wrong. Just as much as the fox wants to complete his last jump, there is, just as much, something that does not want him to do so. Therefore, the dog rose, in compliance to the Law.

In every attempt at leaping over objects, it is wise to either
a) ensure that the object that you're leaping over stays still until you have done so,
or
b) not leap over the object entirely.

In this case, the fox leapt over a rising object. It is subject to the reader's imagination of how gruesome the result should be, but being pro-SPCA, the author shall kindly rewrite it in a way suitable for children under 16.

The fox, being in compliance with the laws of Physics, was unable to alter his course of movement while travelling midair. Thus, his claws dug into the dog.

-Hai Wei, halfdone.

.
.
.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Most foxes are smart enough to not believe in everything people tell them. This one wasn’t, which explained why it was at present preparing to make a heroic leap over the aforementioned lazy dog. To be fair to the dog, it wasn’t lazy, per se. However, it was at this moment lying down beatifically, watching a mildly interesting spot of grass in the yard it considered its domain, thinking about whatever it is that dogs think about, and unbeknownst to it, acting as a hurdle for an enthusiastic, if not particularly intelligent, fox.

Most people would wonder why a fox would be in an urban area attempting a feat performed at the Olympics instead of hunting rabbits, looting chickens, or dispensing wise (if not cunning) advice to lost little children in the woods as anthropomorphic foxes in various fables apparently enjoy doing. So would the dog. If anyone had bothered to ask the fox, they would have gotten a Reply, delivered in a Tone that only someone with the utter confidence that the Very Stupid thing he was about to do was, in fact, Very Intelligent, and it was the remainder of the world which was wrong.

-Kenneth
.
.
.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The dog turned its head, but it couldn’t see past the fog.

“Get it,” his master commanded. The lazy dog growled and did what it wanted. The master sighed and beat it with a stick. After that he decided to add in a kick. The dog whined and starting running at last. And if he really wanted, he could be quite very fast.

The fox ran as though chased by countless hounds, darting and weaving through the forest grounds. The dog took a sniff and caught the fox’s scent. It grinned and found it hiding down under a tent. It growled and leapt, ready to fight. The fox turned and ran, ready for flight. The two dashed as though in a movie car chase. They scampered and scurried with blinding great haste.

The dog looked and grinned, revealing a feral look. The fox tripped and realized it was cooked. It scrambled back to its feet, dashing for cover. The dog was catching up, and it looked like it was over. But the fox suddenly bolted down a hole, and the dog was just too big on the whole. The lazy dog was sad, but tried to look tall. But it looks like the fox got away in the end after all.

-Yensen

2007-10-09T22:53:00.000+08:00

The Prospect.

Mother Nature is fair. Fair, physically, because she, with her flowing white locks and pale, smooth face, radiated such an enchanting aura that any one looking at her would totally fall in love with her. If they could ever see her, that is.

Fair, action-wise, because she, like any other being that could be described with that same term, gave people equal opportunities. That was why her five children never had to fight for anything.

Mother Nature loved competition. So far, she had crushed down those who had tried to rebel against her, well, highly disputed rule, most notably, Lord-of-All-Destruction Global Warming Jr.(1), who, with all his anger and fiery rage, fell with a wave of Mother Nature's hand. That had been a great scare, since even his sidekick, Grinning Greenhouse Gas, who was always airy with his views(2), hadn't done anything. Absolutely nothing. Which was not normal.

***

It wasn't going too well for Miss Water. She had tried sparring with her brother Fire many times, but, she thought to herself, it wasn't fair. All he had to do was to throw a cigarette into some dry bush and she'd had to try to convince Senior Precipitate to go take a dump, which wasn't easy because there is only so much that you can purge in one day. Besides, it was embarassing.

Yet, she told herself, she was definitely better than her sister Earth. She could beat her hands down, or as her mother put it, with a wave of her hand. Her sister never seemed complain though. She always seemed to be content making little figurines, ugly as they were, out of the resulting soggy clump of, ugh. Bubby dolls, she called them.

***

Far away, Light and Wind were arguing.

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(1) The late Lord-of-All-Destruction Global Warming Sr. had been a total failure. He had tried to overthrow Mother Nature by using his powers, which was to melt all the ice caps and flood the continents and drown everyone. Until he realized that by doing so, there was nothing left to rule over. So he lost. Naturally.
(2) He'd always smile before he started to prove his point. By suffocating you. That's all there is to it actually, just like the bloody bully in your class who had never asked before beating you up and throwing your lunch out of the window. He just Came, Smiled, and Bullied.

2007-10-08T15:28:00.001+08:00

I just thought of something interesting today.
Here goes.

The Present is two stops away from Death. Life comes in between.

They say that after you board the train on your journey to your Death, you will, at some point in time, have your Life flash past your eyes. How fast that happens depends if you've been living on a fast track or taking things as they come.

In the latter, you will probably get to enjoy your beautiful, as well as not so beautiful memories as they go by you. You get time to think over your Life and you get time to do what you wouldn't have had done - regret.

If you had lived Life on the fast track, all your experiences would just go by in a flash. You wouldn't need to remember what happened, nor would you particularly be bothered. You never had, anyway.

2007-10-08T14:52:00.000+08:00

Journeys

begin somewhere. They also have to end somewhere. What comes in between is entirely up to the journeyman of course.

Your life is just like a journey. When you are born, you've just started to think of setting on a journey. Slowly, you think more. You think of where you want to go. You think of what you want to do on the way. You think of how fun, how exciting, how wonderful it will be. What you don't realise is that they will always be the same.

You finish planning for your journey. You're all set to go. You start dressing up. You think, 'Brilliant!'

You step out of the door. You breathe in the fresh air, and the freshness suddenly brings you to a shocking realization. It is not going to be brilliant.

Suddenly, your perception of things change. You see the street peddler as a conman, and not as an aspiring entrepreneur. You shy away from beggars, thinking that they're bogus. You see those women flirting away as the forces of lust at work. You see men shaking hands, and think, there goes a successful business. You see children playing catch in the playground and say, 'No. Why are they learning how to hunt each other down?'

You stop a passer-by, who takes one look at your face and scurries off. You try again with another passer-by. This time, he takes one look at your face, stutters an incoherent word that sounded like 'freak!' and then scurries off. You tell yourself that you are giving it one more try. You stop a little girl who is sucking on a lollipop.

'Hi,' you try to say.

She looks up at you, with an expression of pure innocence and carefreeness. 'Hello!', she cheerfully replies. 'Would you like some?'

She takes her lollipop out of her mouth and sticks out her hand expectantly. You are taken aback. 'No!', you retort instinctively, fearing that upon putting it into your mouth, a cop will come to whisk you away for Theft and Attempted Assault on an Underaged Victim.

The girl still holds out her hand expectantly. She wobbles her hand a bit, along with an unsaid 'Come on!'.

You find yourself in a fix. You find yourself edging away slowly, glancing at people nearby at the same time. No one is looking at you, you tell yourself. Nothing is going to happen, you tell yourself. But what do I do now? You find yourself repeating that question over and over again in your mind.

You are confused. The little girl's expression is changing too. She is wondering why you are not accepting her offer. She speaks.

'Mummy said I was to be nice to people. Would you like to share this with me?'

Mummy? What mummy? Where? With an expression of shock on your face, you quickly look around. 'Mummy? Where?'

'My mummy is talking to her friends over theree-' she drags her e's while looking around trying to find her protector. When she turns around, you are gone.

2007-10-07T13:17:00.001+08:00

It was once said

that there is a bit of magic in each and every one of us. It's just that we don't know it, and thus, don't use it as well. It's what makes a wizard, the dividing line between the normal and the subnormal. Ever wonder why wizards always seem to be in deep thought? It's probably, no, obviously because they are thinking about magic. Constantly.

Living in high towers was usually attributed to the fact that wizards don't like to be bothered. They could actually get some peace without having to answer doors that were being knocked every few hours with curious children asking if they could have a wave of his wand. Eyes peeping in from the windows were an improbability too. Usually.

'What do they think I am, huh?'

A miserable looking figure, dressed in the tattered remains of what was once a splendid blue robe complete with sparkling yellow stars(1) muttered as he flipped page 71 of Entertainment for Entreprising Entertainers. There was a distant scratching and a silent 'ow', but they went unnoticed.

'How to produce flowers with a wave of your hand. Step one. Have an audience. Mmm.'

The distant scratching grew slighlty louder, and there was a muffled argument. However, since people imagining themselves in front of an audience tend not to notice these kind of things, well, they went unnoticed.

'Step two. Discreetly produce a wand(2), for maximum crowd thrilling effect. Ensure that everyone can see it. Now, as loudly as you can, yell-'

There was a deafening crash as glass, wood, and two cloaked figures in pointy hats came through what was once a window. They hurriedly dusted off the debris, cutting themselves in the process, roared in pain and whipped out their staffs(3) and pointed it at the startled figure at the worm-eaten desk in front of them.

'Hi Franc,' they said in unison. There was a tinge of a smirk in the tone.
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(1): People, when they see a wizard, usually expect these kind of mystical looking things. It's probably due to them reading too many fairy tales.
(2): Once again, people think that magic lies in a wizard's wand. Contrary to that, true magic lies within the wizard.
(3): Staffs are an exception, of course. The head wizards had came together a few centuries ago and decided that to be legitimately a wizard, you had to carry a staff.

2007-10-04T19:53:00.000+08:00

New Inspiration!

Woohoo.
Now I feel so much more motivated to study!
Chem. SPA 12/12!
Chinese ZhuanTiZuoYe 83/100!
Bio. PT 17/20!
Maths. Log. PT 25/30!

Imbahaxpls.
I still wonder how to study for English. Really need to buff up my EL skills in 1 hour.
Going to start to try and study SS now. I wonder how I should go about doing it effectively.

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Well, the truth of it was that he was a dwarf.
Dwarves, after all, take language seriously. When you tell them to make their enemies kick the bucket, they'd probably first run off to find, yeah, a bucket. That's where the enemies start fleeing. Because at first sight of Captain Carrot, even the hardest resolve of the trolls melted. No one could stand up against him for long.
Angua thought so too.

2007-10-03T22:40:00.001+08:00

Let the countdown begin.

In opposition to reality, where people count down using numbers, the Empire has inducted into its citizens- no, wait - citizen the value of being expressive. Therefore...

Slack. (Equivalent of 5)
Slack. (Equivalent of 4)
Slack. (Equivalent of 3)
Slack. (Equivalent of 2)
Slack. (Equivalent of 1)
Beep. (Indication that time's up)
Mug! (Universal language. Requires no translation)

2007-10-01T22:18:00.000+08:00

Must there be one

or does reality demand so? Must there be one, or do we succumb to it finally? Must there be one, or are we so engrossed that we don't realise that something's wrong? Must there be one, or will we be falsely enraptured?

Can anyone interpret the above ramble? I came up with it and if anyone can make any sense of it, I'd appreciate your contribution.

Finished Mort in what, 5 hours? Brilliant.
I always tell myself I need to revise. I need to Revise. I Need to Revise.
Somehow I find it very hard to get around to do it.

Most memorable quote from Discworld so far:
"The men with the lilac, I have to say, fought like tigers. Not skilfully, I'll admit, but when they saw that their leader was down they took the other side to pieces."
-Vetinari to Samuel Vimes, Night Watch [Terry Pratchett]

I daresay Discworld novels are brilliant, especially in humour. I wouldn't say the plot sucks though. Although Mort's ending plot was slightly below par as compared to the City Watch series, as a whole it's quite good. Considering how Mort didn't save the world after all.