This House Believes!

Won't the world be much better if all debate motions were shorten to "This House Believes"?

It's such a positive statement...I love it!

ACJC Swing Team

I'm part of the Debate Club's Swing Team!

Yay, me!

There's me, Jeremy, Matthew (Fairfield), Alessa (CHIJ TP), JiaNi (Err...), Robindro (SJI) and Tamajoy (Anderson). We're not the main team; just an extra team, but we might just prove ourselves this round.

Since there's 7 people, 2 will be sitting out this time around, and that's me and Robin. Will be debating against next week though, so that'll be fun.

Notice that Ringo's not here? He pon debate; the slick fuck.

Anyways, the past few days have been nothing BUT debate; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and tomorrow from 7 to 7. And on top of that, I've been sick too; so yeah...I'm coughing again. I'm lacking Vitamin D, I think :(.

I'm free on Sunday though, and I'm hoping I'll be happy then.

I'm sorry everybody, for not posting as often as I could, but I'm really busy. See you guyss!

Keep The Faith!

I'm still believing!

I know the road I'm on may not be the easiest road; I know I'll get run over by cars sometime, walking down this path, but I'm fully aware that when the asphalt ends, green grass, and a beautiful smile waits for me.

"Thanks for waiting,"
"It's Ok. You're worth it"

Hellogoodbye.

I can't sleep! It's already 3 in the morning; merely 2 hours before my scheduled wake-up time!

God! I've been tossing and turning in my bed, walking around the playground, doing some thinking, doing some tutorial, and I still can't sleep.

This sucks.

I'm trying again now.

Everything will be OK!

Share Your Happiness

As for the sadness, let it well inside, because nobody else deserves to hear your moping around. Unless you've got a blog of course. I can't control who reads it, so it's your loss, and I'm not forcing anything on you, therefore, I am still cool.

Happiness shared is happiness doubled, so that's why you might notice that when I'm talking to people about my life, I only share the happy stuff. Sad stuff? They don't exist because...I don't know...a problem shared is a problem halved, but that means you're leaving the burden on other people's back as well.

I don't like being responsible for that, and that's why I'm so thankful I've got someone like Delise who always offers her back, to share the burden with me. Thanks babe, I need you, and you're always there to catch me.

Moral of the story? Treasure the ones who are there for you, and never let them go.

Not TAF Enough?

No more TAF programme?

I say bullshit. TAF helps. I'm a product of the Trim And Fit programme; It may have taken lotsa years to take effect, but at least it did, and I'm all the better for it.

Upon reaching home, I grabbed the Digital Life section and turned to Blogosphere. I harboured secret (not anymore) dreams of seeing my words on it's pages, but not today. What I got instead was news of most horrible proportions. The TAF programme is to be abolished indefinitely.

C'mon...it got worse as I read the "arguments" offered too. These are far from being personal attacks...just issues I have with the points brought up.

-Bad Memories
The blogger cited TAF Club as a reason for being teased by his classmates. But, c'mon, common snese cites that it is because you are FAT that you are being teased: TAF Club has nothing to do with anything; it is trying to HELP, and I see no good reason to pin the blame on it when all the blame should go to whoever. It worked for me, so I suggest you take a look at the differences between you and me, and see how you can improve.

-It didn't help
It may not have helped you, but it did help some people, and the only reason it didn't help you is because you didn't work hard enough, or are not following the advice of the teachers. No teachers ask the students to eat in an unhealth manner: they ask the students to eat healthily, and in appropriate amounts. If you did that, and exercised, even a little, you would have experienced weight loss. If it didn't help, it's not their fault: it's yours.

-It was torture
I don't see how this is a bad thing. If it helps the students, then it can't be too much of a bad thing. It may be boring and repetitive, but just like everything good for you, you have to WORK towards the goal; just like studying, and in sports: You do countless drills, and assesments, and get results. Why can't that apply here? And if students hate them, then all the more reason they should exercise hard so as to get OUT.

Let's look at the ADVANTAGES of TAF:
-It's a group effort. You're never alone in your exercises; go on, push each other.
-Regular monitoring of students.
-Allows for regular exercise; routine is an important ingridient to success.
-Gives material incentive, at least in my secondary school.

Even if the TAF programme is abolished, the fat people are still fat. And now, it's even harder to get them to exercise. I'm certain there will be talks held, and if these group of overweight individuals come together...it's TAF all over again, just under another name.

Sigh, I mourn for the next generation.

You Must Pray

I've been praying alot lately.

I'm not being religious or anything, but it's such an amazing way to relieve some weight off your shoulder, and to reassure you that everything will be fine. Sure, you don't actually hear anybody talking back to you, but as long as you think it, someone's listening, and is giving you blessings.

Believe it!

ENFP

Words, ideas and possibilities spew effortlessly from them. Words are their best friends. They dance around ideas, the more, the merrier. Imaginative, spontaneous, original and enthusiastic, they have a knack for seeing other possibilities, other dreams and options. The world is never as it is but as it could be, as if it were but an artists sketch begging for colour. They initiate change and often are prone to trespassing a few known boundaries to take themselves and others where no one has been before. The status quo tends to lack inspiration.

When inspired, they are fearless and tireless. Their energy will know no limits unless red tape takes over. Routine drags them down. Their faith in possibilities and belief in the benefit of change often inspire others to follow. They are challenging, ingenious and innovative. They will give their best to what appears to be an impossible challenge, a place unknown to man or beast.

They use metaphors, stories, images and analogies to make their point.They love theories and often shape their own. They see patterns emerging. Keen improvisers, they are rarely caught off guard, there is always something up their sleeve. The sky is the only limit.

They are sometimes entertainers, artists or otherwise engaged in public demonstrations that allow their ideas to bloom. Their greatest difficulty is not in initiating projects but in choosing among so many possibilities, setting realistic boundaries, establishing priorities and correctly assessing resources.

Interesting...

The Feat after Defeat

In the face of defeat, we must pray.



Yeap, take a look at that image and then pray. I don't know where it comes from (took it from some forum), nor what it's purpose is...but I swear that from now on, everytime I pray, I'll have this image of Jesus in my mind. If Ricky Bobby can pray to the Holy Infant Jesus, then I can pray like this. I mean...who's going to stop me?

If anybody takes offence, please say it, cause I'll be more than willing to take it down. I just thought that it was such an awesome image; Army Resurrect will kick so much butt.

Anyways, I've had a debate overdose for the past 48 hours. Trials, Julia Gabriel and training...abit too much, but what the heck.

The trials held yesterday can't really qualify for trials; they're more of evaluations processes. We did an impromptu debate on whether Single Sex Schools are better than Co-eds. Let's look at it this way...

-Why wait so long to bring the two sexes together, when eventually, they will be put in the same compound? Don't give me any shyte about relationships and being too immature, because if you're already adjusted from a young age, it won't be such a problem. And isn't it better to inculcate a mixed culture from an early age, because let's face it, even at JC-level, hormones are still raging.

-Don't give me examples of single-sex schools like ACS or RI. Mixed schools can be just as good as these schools; Dunman High? RV? ACS and RI and the like are single-sex merely because of their history of being single-sex schools; these schools were set up at an era which is sexist in nature, and girls aren't thought to be as good as boys. But is this applicable now? They are simply trying to stick to their tradition, but, as we see in Victoria, moving on to becoming a Co-ed is not a problem.

-Building Co-ed schools is a waste of resources? Hell no! Why build ONE girls school, and ONE boys school, when you can build ONE school catering to both?

Just my two-cents...pity they don't always come out that quickly.

I went down to ACS Barker with Naveen afterwards to watch our respective juniors to debate. I love Barker's campus, and the over-all atmosphere. Sigh. I wish ACJ's campus is just as nice.

Anyways, my team lost; they had the content, but the delivery faltered. But that's OK! Like I always say, LEARN LEARN LEARN LEARN!

We have means to redeem ourselves in the future after all! True, there may be no more further debates for some of my juniors, but there are other ways to GET BACK THE GLORY. You didn't deliver with confidence this time? Then make sure the next-time you go it to whatever competition, you FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT with a winner's attitude! Don't give in!

The Feat comes after Defeat.

So guys...pick yourself up. At least you're not dead yet, the future's bright; the open road lies before you, and make sure you don't tread the same paths you did in the past. C'mon!

Reached home at 11+ odd because I missed my stop. DARN.

And I woke up at 7 the next day for Debate training...again...we did two motions, but I've had enough of debates for today, so I'll end this here!

My time-table's crap btw. I'm in a seperate Maths lecture and tutorial from my class for some unknown reason. And I'm still the only one taking Econs...sigh.

I'm looking forward tomorrow, whatever it may bring :).

Blast Your Sound

I was on the bus today, reading after a long day of school, school and more school. Half-way through a chapter on the problems and benefits of auctions in The Undercover Economist, this bunch of youths came in. If pressed to be more specific, I'll say they're mats, but that's really beside the point, because bengs, and minas are also known to commit this shit I'm writing on today.

"This ain't a scene, it's a got-damn arms-race!"

In my head, I go "Shye, I thought I was finally able to get that irritating line out of my noggin..." I try to concentrate on better things: Iraq, How to solve poverty, and Why I'm watching the same episode of Seoul Far Seoul Good for the sixth time in the week...

"This ain't a scene, it's a GOT-DAMN arms-race!"

Freak. It's not in my head. Some idiots blasting music on they're handphone.

I thought that putting speakers on phones was the best idea since sliced-bread. Imagine you and your friends just chilling out, and you guys want to listen to some songs, but at the same time, not confine yourselves to couples (normal ear-phones can accomodate only 2 at one time after all, and at 1/2 the fun ...)...that's where the phones come in. Nobody'll be crazy enough to carry one of those boom-box, or maybe portable speakers, so phones able to blast music sure are nifty.

Yeah...I like them...when used in private, amongst a group of people who actually approve of it's usage.

These bunch of guys pump out Fall-out Boy by the bucket-loads; thank god they're not singing along, but still, it's a public area, and everybody just wants a convenient, relaxing bus ride. Most people will find your music irritating, so please, don't try to impose your wants, nor your musical taste (which is crap) on other people. C'mon lah...I apologize if you can't listen to your music as a group, but if it's going to bother a whole lot of people, then try not to.

Even worse is in a really crowded MRT...bunch of Chinese punks went in and simultaneously blasted some chink songs in the train; at rush hour, mind you.

So, to everyone who's guilty of this, please stop it. It's irritating, and you're not making anything any more pleasant for anybody except yourselves. Don't be selfish, can? Use your earphones. They're good for you.

Oh, and on a less-irritating-but-still-bothersome note, those FREAKS who use earphones, but turn up the volume so high, that everybody else, not just the person next to him/her, is able to hear it.

It's freaking irritating to everybody on the bus. And, not that I care about anybody's eardrums, but I'm pretty sure listening to music at such high amplitude can fuck your sense of hearing up. Don't give me any shit about "too soft" because it's just a matter of being used to it or not. If you're not used to low volumes, of course it'll be too soft, but if you gradually decrease it, sooner or later, you'll be listening to music at healthy levels again, and that's a good thing, right?

Heed my words; keep your music to yourself.

Pull out all the stops

It's the all-lecture week all over again! It's really really slack; I mean...I only have 80 minutes of lessons tomorrow. Sigh, if I wasn't going for the briefing on China Exchange... CHINA?

Yeah; my geography teacher asked me to be a buddy to one of the Chinese students coming over to AC soon. I'll be fine with that; sheer charm and wit has always been known to bypass language barriers. It's not like I'm the only non-chinese buddies; there are a few others, so I think I'll do just fine.

Anyways, all-lecture week means lots of time to slack; I would love to slack with my class people, but it's hard know...you can't help but want to go hang with other people. 1SB2 and 1SB11 has sorta mixed right now, and I'm down with that. The SB11 people are cool. I'm really looking forward to next week, once the tutorials commence. I can't wait to see my time-table and how screwed-up it's going to be! I'm the only one in my class taking H2 Economics, and I'm crossing all my fingers that I end up with the tutorial group of SB11...sigh...

Debates try-out is on this Friday. *gulp*.

Anyways, I've got something real big to bitch about. Fuck Naruto. I don't usually use vulgarities, but this manga's gone to hell, and it's pissing me off so much, that...well, just "fuck".

Let's take that last chapter for example: -7 pages spent on explaining Naruto's Rasen Shuriken, his new "justu". It'll all be fine and dandy if the revelations actually mattered, but seriously, WTF? Those 7 solid pages revealed that his jutsu damaged things on a "cellular" level, but shit, this is a freaking manga, and does anybody really care about what happens to inside the body, which we can't even see? I mean, if he gets cut up, then yay, I don't care what happens inside the body on a CELLULAR LEVEL! Oh look, the cells have been cut up, oh dear!

FUCK.

And all that crap about..."you may not use this jutsu anymore". Naruto spent the past couple of months (real world time) developing this jutsu, and when it's declared forbidden, all that effort, and all those pages are gone to crap. But wait a minute, whenever they say something it's forbidden, it'll be done, so I guess we have a BAD PLOT DEVICE.

Shyte.

And don't get me started on Orochimaru. I won't divulge the result of the conflict here, but for him to be pushed around by a 15-year-old "prodigy", when he himself was able to defeat the 3rd, and greatest, Hokage, this is crazy. And he didn't even do much! He stood there, and Sasuke's like, "I got sharingan, so just lie down and die," and bam.

Crappity.

I'm all for details, but when they become too much information, it's a major turn-off. Who wants to read a whole volume of Sakura fighting, or maybe several chapters of Deidara (No offence, I love him) throwing itsy-bitsy bird bombs which did absolutely nothing?

It's really really irritating...I know I'm reading it for free and all, and I shouldn't be complaining, but the fall from it's former glory days is really disappointing... I started reading Naruto at chapter 190...and it's chapter 346 now, which brings me to a minimum of 166 weeks and if you add the time-skip, and the Japanese holidays, and you've got a fan who's been here for 3 years over...but Naruto...you're losing me.

Sigh. At least he's still smexy.

17 on 15

Hmm...my birthday was last Thursday, and this post is coming really really late; I can't be more apologetic enough! A thousand apologies and kowtows to everyone, but hopefully, you'll let me off this time: it was my birthday afeer all :)

First off, I must thank Delise for giving me that big-big box of stuff. What stuff exactly?



Whoa! Check my treasure trove out! Yeah!



Closer inspection reveals a card, which is beautifully written mind you and wonderfully meaningful (won't divulge the contents though, they're mine!), a Chocolate Factory tube (new pencil box ftw), a hand-made bouquet...and him! Strike Freedom! This is so kick-ass!



I've finished the chocolates, I'm half-way through the Gundam...I ate with gusto, and am building with gusto, because with presents like this, I've got nothing to complain about, yeah? I feel so loved, I really really do, and it's an amazing feeling...Thanks, Delise, for making my first birthday with an SO extremely memorable; jeez, I'm tearing up...tissue *blows nose, wipes tears, but gets mucus on face. Eww*.

Thanks for bringing me to Sentosa, and for taking me out to an excellent dinner. Thks fr th mmrs; they were great. You rescued me!



Mark my words, come August 13th, you'll get a super-duper awesome surprise, darling, so wait for it :).

Anyways, mushy stuff aside, thanks for the guys for coming out in full-force on the 14th. 22 of the Quest-ians turned up at Seoul Garden at Marina. I'm sorry I didn't book enough space, but I didn't organise it! Really funny thing happened; 7 was the time the thing was supposed to start, but people arrived at 7:30 only!

Guess what time I was there?

I WAS THERE AT 7!!!!! Imagine the birthday boy...all alone outside the restaurant; snivelling, not just because the cold wind blew...but because he feels so alone...haha. Thankfully, the soccer guys were there earlier than me, so thanks for coming guys:
-Glen
-Ian
-Nigel
-Darren
-ChuiMun
-James
-WeiLiang

The were entertaining themselves with a PSP game of...strip Scissor-paper-stones...basically if you win...I'll leave that to your imaginations.

The rest of the guys came soon (though not soon enough, HMPPH :))
-Ryan
-ChingYong
-XianLiang
-PekKim
-YanShan
-Ringo (special thanks!)
-TahNern (special thanks!)
-Raied
-Jeremy
-Terry
-Weiming
-Andrian
-GlennLum
-TuanJiaw
-Hawker

Ermm..that's about it. It was more of a general gathering lah; a time to catch up with your oldfriends and check out what they're doing. Some of their hairs have grown outrageously long, but they've got to cut if off due to poly regulations. And they've got to dye their hair black as well! HAH!

But in all honesty, I'm glad to see everyone going forward. C'mon everybody, the future's a blank canvas. Let's leave our mark on it; make it distinct, dare to serve!

For the presents...I loved it guys. Kanta, though the sweets from China are ALL expired, I still appreciate the thought. Thanks soccer guys for the ear-phones which are excellent, and to the 4a guys for the lovely wallet, and to TuanJiaw for the limited edition birthday plaque.

I would upload pictures, but blogger's being evil to me, despite me being 17.

What benefits are there to being 17? None. I get to go to jail now, but I won't, because Dominic (heh :\) came to ACJC, and instead of telling me NOT to do crime like he did in Queenstown, he told me how to avoid being a VICTIM of crime. Being in a better school, apparently, lessens my chances of committing crime.

There might be no benefits to being 17, but at least the birthday's good :). Until next time, I'll be back with more funny stories, really. And they're all true!

Byebye then!

Sigh

No chance to blog. Father's in the room all the time; he's on holiday during my holiday (which is unfair!), and they're having a holiday in Indonesia today, so he's still here.

My computer's in my dad's room, so he's always behind my back looking at whatever I'm typing. I don't want my dad finding out about my life, so yeah. Not that I'm hiding anything; I don't want anything to be awkward, that's all.

So yeah, I've got pictures, and stories, but not the opportunity. Steady lah, wait guys, and it'll come.

New class, and I'm having a 100% increase in girls! Yeah!

Get Back The Lost Time

Can't find time to blog!!!!!!! Aghh....

Check out HunterXhunter. I love how subtle a man-tent is pitched. If you can see it, good for you. You won't look at this manga in the same manner again. Note: Reads from right to left.

Destination: Stupidity

It was my Birthday on Thursday, but I don't really have the time to blog today, so I shall save that for tomorrow morning, where I'll do a really really long post xD! Anyways, today, I'm going to type about a slew of short, seemingly insignificant, yet amusing incidences which have happened in my time spent with Delise!

Leave your TOP at TOPSHOP

Me and Delise were down at Marina Square getting a top for her. She said she NEEDED it, and I promptly corrected her...she merely WANTED it! Typical girls xD. So anyways, we bought the top she needed, and that's the end of the story...NOT. She's recently got a membership card to Topshop/Topman(yay), and she's still over the moon over it. It changes everytime you buy something, see, and she was fussing over the darn thing, and she got me into it and I started squeeing too.

We walked out of the shop, practically skipping, heading down to Times, RipCurl and all the way to the Wallet Shop. With purchase in hand we were...WAIT A MINUTE! WHERE'S THE DAMN PURCHASE?

Delise: Where's my top?
Raymond: You didn't pass it to me!
Delise: But I thought you had it! You always carry my stuff!
Raymond: You didn't have it in the first place!
Delise: I think I left it behind...

So we rushed back to Topshop; everybody was staring at us, and the cashiers were beaming in freaking amusement!

Delise: Did I leave my top behind?

No reply came, just a bemused smile, and a highly paiseh-ed boyfriend :).

Women make for HORRIBLE drivers Me and Delise took the luge (however you spell it) today over at Sentosa. I'll let my MSPaint speak for me. No matter how horrible it is, Delise's driving is far...FAR worse! Red symbolises the path of destruction! The guy with hair is the father, the bald one is the child and the other woman's the mother...happy family...and then the hurricane called Delise rips through 'em like knife through butter. Me? I'm helpless lol.

The Darkness will seperate you and your friend

No, I am not merely parody-ing AC's catchphrase; this literally happenned this eveing, as we headed home from Harbour Front. The 131 bus came; usually it's empty, but as it was a Friday night, it was filled; like a can of sardines. Delise went ahead first because I had to deal with coins. Anyways, she managed to get a seat right at the back...the one which can fit 5 people, but usually fits 4 instead, because Singaporeans have big butts, and little consideration (kidding lah :)).

Anyways, with Delise, the back had 4 people on it. I wormed my way to the back, through the crowd who didn't want to open their mouth to get the 4 people to make way for another, and opened mine. An old Indian man was in the middle, and for me to be able to sit next to Delise, he had to move to the left.

I doubted he could speak English, so I gestured to him to move to the left. He guessed my motive, and shook his head and smiled! WTF? He asked me to sit beside him instead, so that he seperated me and Delise! Holy crap! And what's worse is that he was laughing to himself like crazy; out loud, and he was making the jerking-off gesture...which is totally O.o. Thankfully, he didn't stay for long...but man, was it something totally out of the blue.

That'll be it for tonight everybody! I'll see you all tomorrow! But I've got debate in the morning; with the coach gone, they need all the help they can get, so I'll be there.

In my pants; During sex

Let's try this little game out! Put your song-list on shuffle, and then add either "In my pants" or "During sex". Hopefully, hilarity will ensue. If it doesn't, go read my last last post! I rock.

KT Tunstall- Other Side of The World In My Pants

Greenday- Time of Your Life During Sex

Nirvana- Smells Like Teen Spirit In My Pants

Skye Sweetnam- Number One During Sex

Unknown- The Suite Life of Zack and Cody In My Pants

Sarah Geronimo- How Could You Say You Love Me During Sex

Butthole Surfers- Detachable Penis In My Pants

My Chemical Romance- Vampires Will Never Hurt You During Sex

Linday Lohan- First In My Pants

Carl Douglas- KungFu Fighting During Sex

And the grand finale...

Damien Rice- Volcano In My Pants

Note

Read into the previous post as much as you'd like. I've been down lately, but I've always seen myself as an ideal person, and when I thought about it...an ideal person doesn't mope. I'm going to be the epitome of perfection everybody looks up to.

It's not arrogance...it's more of...motivating yourself to greater heights. I know myself, and I will push myself into being the person I want to be.

Don't think any less of me; I needed a pep talk ASAP, so I gave myself one.

I'M AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

FUCK!! YEAHH!!! I ROCK!!! I'M GOING TO SUCCEED IN LIFE AND IN EVERYTHING I DO BECAUSE I'M THAT FUCKING AWESOME!

I'M NOT GOING TO LET ANYTHING HOLD ME BACK! I'LL GRIT MY FREAKING TEETH IF IT HURTS, AND I'LL ENJOY THE PAIN BECAUSE WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME ONLY MAKES ME STRONGER!

I'LL HOLD THE PAST WITH BOTH HANDS AND CHERISH IT AND WISH TO RELIVE IT BUT I WON'T LET THAT STOP ME FROM LOOKING AT THE FUTURE WITH A PINOY GLINT IN MY EYE!

I LOST 20 OVER KILOGRAMS! I GOT DISTINCTIONS FOR BOTH MY SCIENCES WHEN PEOPLE SAID I CAN'T! I NEARLY TOPPED THE SCHOOL FOR O-LEVELS! I WAS A PROMINENT FIGURE IN MY SECONDARY SCHOOL! I CAN DANCE!

I CAN DO ANYTHING I SET MY MIND TO DO! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT EVERYBODY ELSE; THEY'RE LIVES SHOULDN'T EVEN MATTER TO ME, BUT I MAKE IT A POINT TO BE INVOLVED IN LIVES OF OTHERS, BECAUSE WITHOUT THEM, I AM NOTHING.

SO, MY READERS! JOIN ME IN MY QUEST! IN WHATEVER WAY YOU CAN, HELP ME TO BE THE BEST I CAN BE, BECAUSE I ASSURE YOU, I WILL HELP YOU!

I'LL SMILE, EVEN IF THAT SMILE FEELS LIKE A GASH ON MY FACE FROM WHICH BLOOD GUSHES OUT FROM, BECAUSE I WILL BE POSITIVE! I WILL MAKE THE BEST OF WHAT I HAVE, BECAUSE WHAT I NEED IS ALREADY HERE, I JUST DON'T SEE IT SOMETIMES, BUT I WILL OPEN MY EYES FROM NOW ON!

I WILL STRIVE! I WILL BE DETERMINED! I WILL SET MY MIND TO SUCCESS! I WILL GIVE MEANING TO EACH MINUTE GOD GIVES ME IN MY LIFE!

THERE IS NO TIME TO REGRET! THE FUTURE IS NOW, AND THE POWER IS WITHIN ME! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

C'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MONC'MON!

I CAN DO IT! WHATEVER COMES, COMES! I WILL NOT BE A LOSER! PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT ME AND SAY "I WANT TO BE LIKE HIM!"

C'MON RAYMOND! YOU'RE TURNING 17 SOON! DON'T MOPE AROUND ANYMORE! THINGS WILL TUR OUT POSITIVELY! BELIEVE IT! JUST TRY YOUR BEST, LIKE YOU ALWAYS HAVE! PEOPLE WILL REALISE THAT, SOMEHOW!

C'MON RAYMOND! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH UNDERLYING POTENTIAL! EVERYBODY SAYS SO! PEOPLE SAYS YOU'RE A MUGGER, BUT YOU KNOW HOW YOU REALLY ARE! YOU'RE SMART, AND YOU'VE GOT EXCELLENT PEOPLE SKILLS! PEOPLE LIKE YOU 'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT TACT, AND IS ALWAYS WILLING TO HELP!

YOU'LL RUN FOR STUDENT COUNCIL WITH THE BLESSING OF MANY OTHERS WHO SAY YOU'LL MAKE A FINNE ADDITION TO THE COUNCIL!

YOU'LL TALK TO YOUR DRAMA TEACHER! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO RUN AWAY FROM HER ANYMORE! MAYBE YOU MADE THE WRONG CHOICE, BUT WHAT'S OVER IS OVER, AND YOU'VE GOT TO FACE UP TO THE CONSEQUENCES!

YOU'LL HELP OUT THE DRAMA CLUB! YOU'VE BEEN SO NEGATIVE ABOUT THEM, BUT YOU REALISE THAT THERE ARE AREAS YOU KNOW THEY CAN IMPROVE IN. THEY HAVE THE POTENTIAL AND YOU WILL HELP THEM REACH THEIR APEX!!!!!!!!!! AGHGHGHH!!!!!!!!! YOU COMPLAIN THAT BECAUSE THE COACH IS THERE, THERE'S LITTLE YOU CAN DO! BUT YOU WILL GIVE ADVICE FROM BACKSTAGE! YOU CAN HELP, AND YOU WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!1

NOW, EVERYBODY HAS READ YOUR PEP-TALK RAYMOND! EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR INTENTIONS! YOU WILL NOT DISAPPOINT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WANT TO LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAY IT AGAIN!

I WANT TO LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND NOTHING'S GOING TO STOP ME!!!!!!!!!

I'M THIS FUCKING AWESOME!

Welcome to the Rest-of-Your-Life

Holidays has begun, and wow, isn't that just super-duper awesome?

Crashed YanShan's house for awhile, and they were having a DOTA-party over there. I don't really play DOTA, and I was feeling sick (still am *cough*), so I slept on the sofa instead. God, it's super funny watching them play DOTA; or simply listening to them. You'll hear random shit like;

"Why must you be so CHINESE?"
"HAWKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!"


And they like to bully the other team too.

"We attack is FIERCE!"
"Because we are MALAY!"

Ownage siah. Just FYI, there's only one malay (Raied), a whole bunch of Chinese, and one heck of a Filipino (that's me).

We did play MahJong for abit, and then I had to go off to meet Delise.

I brought her to Orchard, where I got PS-ed because Delise had to meet her khakis :(. Ate Orange Juluis with her for a while, though, and we got lost in Orchard because SOMEONE got Forum and Paragon mixed-up...HMM. Bodoh.

Wondered for abit, and then met up with Delise again at PS.

Today? Soccer in the morning, and who knows what's going to follow. I'm nervous, to be honest; I haven't played soccer in...more than a year! Ohs wells.

Gotta jet. Gotta look for Ian's Magirangers. Sorry for the short update; watch out for the Zune review, which I promise will come out this holidays!

PYF: Sudden Realization

PYF means Post-Your-Favourite.

As I was riding the bus home with Naveen (He made it into AC through appeal. Congrats!), I was looking back at the past few days of Orientation, and going through the AC-cheers in my head. And then something clicked.

No airheads, no blondes
There's only Saralonde!
No fire, no ashes
Saralonde trashes!
No wasteland, no stones
Saralonde OWNZ!

*8 claps*
SARALONDE!

Let me just give you a little run-through; the Orientation Groups are divided into 4 clans which represents Earth, Fire, Air and Water; Aldaron (that planet in Star Wars which was destroyed by the Death Star), Earfalas (Earth Fellows, meh), Erif (trams) and Saralonde (some Irish water god, I think).

No AIRheads, no blondes
There's only Saralonde!
No FIRE, no ashes
Saralonde trashes!
No wasteland, no STONES
Saralonde OWNZ!

*8 claps*
SARALONDE!

I was dissing the other 3 clans without realising it! When I excitedly told Naveen of my discovery, he gave me a blank look and said "You mean you didn't realise?".

Doh.

Pressures of an Open Sky

Orientation 2 totally swept past me. It wasn't as fun as the first time around; but it was fun nonetheless. Loads of people weren't there, and drat, cause I considered some of them good friends too.

Well, at least there were new people in; six supposedly, but one didn't turn up, another (Joyce) left half-way through to NJC (congrats, if you're reading this) and another was on permanent dental...whatever that means. So, there's Emery, Jaime, Veronica and Sylvia; 4 girls to fill the void left by a whole bunch of people

NOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Why can't we all just stay together :(? Screw this lah; I wasn't sad before, but I'm getting depressed as I type this, realising the number of people who are gone, and that I might not be able to see them again.

Anyways, we didn't play much gays, and more then a needed-amount of time was spent stoning, but still, OG-Time at Settlers was good, and the camp fire was a blast; Mass dance to the power of 9000!

IT'S OVER 9000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Nevermind. Anime joke. Scratch that.

I've got the next slightly-under two years of AC to look forward to; I've got no CCA now, so I'm at a dilemna at that end.

CCA's I've been considering:
-Dragonboat (I'm afraid of water, but I'm hoping their training can toughen my body up)
-Hockey (Hari and Naveen are inside, so it should be fun)
-Debate (Jeremy's in, and I've always had a flair for it, so why not?)
-CIP Committee (Don't ask)
-Student's Council.

Top on my list right now is Council, but I'm still not sure. I mean, school populations OVER 9000!!!!!!! I meant, it's over 900, so what're the chances of me being part of a Council consisting around 50 people?

Why Council? I think I've got the right state of mind to lead, and I don't want to waste that. I'm staying in AC, so I'm determined to make the best out of my remaining time here, and contribute to the school as much as I can. For what point? It's a sense of community, I belong here, and what more reason do I need? With my own hands, I'll shape it, mould it, and be part of it, which was my philosophy in Queenstown.

It's pretty universal.

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Anyways, I got so punked today by Raied.

I received a phone call mid-way through Orientation today. I missed the first one, and when I called back, they said they'll call me back to inform me of the results of my appeal. I nearly crapped myself; how the hell did I miss such an important phone call? So I hung onto my handphone for the rest of the Orientation, waiting for that life-changing call...

Game time!

Jocelyn sat out of one of the games, and since I didn't will my handphone to get wet, I let her hold on to it. And then perfect-o timing! It rang, and I ran back to it just in time....just in time to MISS the freaking call again. They did leave a voice-mail behind...which said I FAILED the appeal.

I was disappointed; like really really, but I won't brood over it too much. There's no such thing as a bad thing; it's just how you choose to see it, and I choose to see it as faith/destiny/whatever and ever, amen. I'll just make the best out of my remaining time.

And all of a sudden, as I was talking to Jeremy on the phone regarding going to debate the next day (Can't cause of camp-fire), another phone call came. It was...a teacher from VJ saying that I sort of got in! I had to schedule an interview the following week!

I WAS LIKE....YEAH BITCH! Ask Yenny, ask Calvin. They passed by the busstop, and I was shouting like...I finally answered the question of existance. I was that happy.

Then I switched back to Jeremy, and I was telling him the craziest shiat that happened to me...and then he passed it to Raied, who congratulated me and stuff. And suddenly, he spoke in the same manner the VJ teacher did. And it dawned on me...

PUNKED.

I should have been able to connect it...the timing, the fact that the number was different...but I guess I was so willing to believe it...that I did believe it. I got pissed big time when I realised their ploy; too bad you can't slam handphones. I just flipped my flip phone close very very hard. I can't imagine having a non-flip handphone though. Instead of slamming the phone, it'll be pressing that red-button with vicious anger.

Anyways, I'm over it now. It was a brilliant prank; and it helped me give up lah and move on. Just...guys! Try not to be so insensitive...thankfully, I'm not the kind who'll be bummed-out staying in AC. However, there are people who DESPERATELY want to get out of wherever their in....and giving them hope, albeit false hope, and then taking it away, is just mean :(.

Orientation 2's not as fun as Orientation 1, but we'll make the best out of it. See you when I see you!

Raymond Complains

The title today...has got to be the most obvious one yet.

I hear groans. "What is it this time?", I hear. I'm complaining about the lack of justice in admission to schools. The day my O-level results came out, I had the following conversation with one of my OG-mates, David, from Zhonghua Secondary.

David: How much did you get?
Raymond: 8 points man. 8!
David: Wow, me too!
Raymond: Yeah; looks like we're on par...
David: 8...A1s!

Darn you bastard David!!!!!!!!! You'd think with such sterling results he'd be able to get in to the top JCs, but no...he can't because he doesn't take Higher Mother Tongue. I know, I've ranted about this issue before but let's step back and look at his results. He got a perfect score! And he can't get into the top JCs...when people without perfect scores, but either have loyalty or HMT can!

So here's my proposal! Bonus 2 points for those with all A1s; that's a feat not just anybody can achieve man. I know that there are scholarships available...but still. The school you end up in is important.

I ended up in AC instead of VJ, which is a bummer, but I'm over it. The phone call comes tomorrow, but even if it doesn't, I'll be positive. AC after all, may very well be my school; ACS-ian forever, so I might as well embrace it.

I'm not joining Drama again...so I'm thinking of other CCAs to join. I might end up in Debate...or Dragon Boat; for the body. I don't mind the CIP Committee, if there's such a thing, and the Geography Society, again, if there's such a thing. I'll participate in the Geography Olympiad lol. I want to run for council, but my reputation...well, let's just say it's not that marvellous :(.

See you around, and to all those who didn't make it back to AC, you'll be missed. My freaking OGs been reduced to shiznitz...and I'm disappointed, but at the same time, looking forward to the new bunch. C'mon...NOOBS!

Oh, and I've settled for my subject combination too. I've decided to take 4H2s...it'll allow me to downgrade one, at the end of the year, depending on how I'm coping with it.

Sigh. Well, I am glad to see things settling down. Like, finally.

I'm an ACSian

Confirmed to be an ACSian until Thursday anyways. I went to appeal at VJ just now, and the results will be released then.

I'll be back in AC tomorrow...I'm not confident with the appeal; the cut-off is partial 4. Dear god.

I've got lots of explaination to do tomorrow. But I'll face up to it.

I'm disappointed, yes, but...I'll accept it and move on man.

Sweet 16

Sometime later in the year, I'll be relinquishing the title of "16-year-old".

Duh.

But obviousness aside, looking back, what was the big deal in turning 16 anyways? The largest priveledge is the access to NC-16 movies. But, as my pre-16 years revealed, this can be easily by-passed, which is what I'll be talking about in today's blog post.

NC-16? Not a Problem

Solution #1
Some people can't stand the thought of going out with their parents at this age. However, if you really really DESPERATELY want to catch a movie, but are too young to catch it, go with your parents, or a respectable looking adult. Most cinemas respect an adult's authority. Stick out your tongue at the ushers even, they can't do shiat. At a push, this strategy may even get you into M-18 movies. Plus, you get free tickets, and popcorn.

The negative? If there are out-stretched nudes on screens, you can't stare as openly, and you have to pretend to be immune to adult sexual innuendoes.

Solution #2
Sneaking in isn't as hard as it's made out to be. Buy a ticket to one movie, and then make a switch to another one. Even better (and this is with the help of time management, hooray secondary school education!), manage your time well, and you can catch several movies at the same time, in a manouever known as cinema-hopping. Just make sure you don't get caught, though if your tongue is glib, you'll make it through.

The negative? The guilt baby, the guilt. And karma. Let's not forget that.

Solution #3
Dye your hair, and style it in a manner which will drive your Discipline Master into a comma. Movie-ticket-checker will think you're a poly student, and let you in without problem.

The negative? You got school either the next day, or after the weekends. Can you dye your hair b(l)ack by then?

Solution #4
This is...really underhanded. You know how each cinema has a seperate exit which leads to somewhere out of the way? Find out where that's located. Those doors are most likely one-way out, and no-way-in. Have a friend who's 16 buy one ticket and go in by himself. Once he's in, let him open the afore-mentioned exit, and ta-da, you've got a free movie. It has worked before; I speak from experience.

The negative? Cameras. Make sure they're not around. And the guilt, again, the guilt. Personally, I won't be able to do it, but for those with the sial...then by all means, be my guess.

Solution #5
This is cinema specific. If you're in Cine, and you've got a limitted number of ICs, go get a few tickets from upstairs, then rush down and get a few tickets downstairs, using the same set of ICs, and wala. Bonus for Cine is that they aren't strict with their checks, so just put on a (--_) serious face, and you'll breeze through.

Of course, you can just borrow IC from a stranger, but...ohs wells.

Solution #6
Sit outside the cinema and wait. For how long? Until your 16.

Yeap, patience is a virtue, but ingenuity saves you a hell lot of time, so to hell with waiting.

Begins with Hello; Ends with Hell

There's something off with Singapore buses.

For instances, I take bus number 131 from Bukit Purmei quite often. It's one of those rare stops where the buses (in this case, 131), have the same number, but go to completely different direction. One goes to Harbour Front, and the other goes to Bukit Merah.

The problem comes at identifying which bus goes to where, since they look identical from the front. Both buses say 131, but board the wrong one and that's it, 45 cents gone if you're a student, a minimum of 80 cents gone if you're not. I'm not saying that there's no way to distinguish the buses, because there's a panel at the side which states where it goes to. But that's just screwed up.

Firstly, it's at the side, so you have to wait for the bus' front to pass you to get a good look at it. By the time you get a good look at it, if there's no one else at the stop, and if no one alights, you'll miss the literal bus. Some drivers are smart though; they put the side panels at the front. But that doesn't really help much, because the font is ridiculously tiny.

I know...you can just flag any old how, but that's not very efficient, is it? Solution? Put a wicked huge sign at the front of the bus. That'll solve it.

What else is wrong?

I'm sure there's plenty of students who read my blog. Have you had that experience when you forget your EZ-link and are forced to pay by coins? I understand when I'm in my civilian clothes why they force me to pay adult fare; I mean, I can easily be lying, can't I? But when I'm wearing school uniform, isn't that enough proof that I'm a student? Why...do they have to ask me to take out my EZ-link...and why do they force me to pay adult fare when I don't have it?

Seriously. I want answers.

Also, I've gotten used to being asked to produce my EZ-link by now, so I'm pretty automatic. I take out mine, show it to the driver, and put in the coins. But then, omg, he asks me to tap my EZ-link. But can somebody tell me...for what reason? If there's money in my Ez-link, I'll use it. What the fuck are they wasting my time for?

Some may say that the purpose of this is to check whether your EZ-link is spoilt...but so what if it is? This happened to my friend YanShan once. We were going to watch an NC-16 movie, and the driver found out his EZ-link was spoilt...and he confiscated it! How are we supposed to watch the movie like that? Come on, if it's spoilt, that's our own problem, and if we want to fix it, we'll take the initiative. It was confiscated on a Friday night, and he can only redeem it on the next working day, which is a Monday. How is he supposed to take the bus for the weekend?

Goodness. Singapore...no, not just Singapore, but the whole world is full of them. Hopefully, we can eradicate them little by little. Cheers to efficiency.

Hey, I'm not like that.

I've never had a proper argument with anyone before, so yeah...just consider that.

Anyways, I'm in the mood for Michael Jackson, so do check it out. It's the Indian Version of Thriller, and like the original version, if this was released to the public, I say it'll be a hit.



If all goes as planned, it'll be drama in the morning, Great World, then Tim Leong's house then Raied's bbq. Will try to get pictures. See you all!

Fire at the Evil Beyond the Clouds

I love my H2 Physics teacher. He's so patient with us guys; I mean...he really takes time to make sure we understand each question we go through. But anyways, the J2s were having SPA on Tuesday, our practical day. Thus, the labs were out of bounds...

So what do we do?

We Rocket.


We headed for a spare lab at the 7th floor and got off to a flying start at rocket building.




I was mostly a supervisor; 11 people making a single rocket isn't exactly efficient, so I sat back and snapped some pictures.



Once the rockets are done, it's off to the field. Set-up biatch.


Ready 'em up, biatch!


And we got lift-off!


Again!


Yeah!!!!!!!! Shoot down the heavens!


And that'll be it. The water coming out of the bottle is pure beauty...I love my camera :). And I'm loving my class too. It's mostly boys, but they're a bunch of fun! Went to Seoul Garden with the bunch today...but the girls are cool too! Headed to PS with Jolene and Rachel (the Aunties), and Edwin and Big Tim tagged along too.

ACJC's been fun so far; but I'll still cross my fingers for VJ. And my toes, for extra luck.