wha?
I just realised: i realised one thing. Well, that's it.
Mrs (untruth)w was mean today. (well, in case ppl don't know.. untruth = lie) I don't normally say this, but, it's true. I mean.. what's up with throwing us work and telling us we need to hand it in 15 minutes before we need to hand in. Oh wait, it was classwork? oops.
well, uh.... i didn't realise?
remember [9:03 PM]
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Yesterday
Yup, lets talk about yesterday. 18 July.
18 years ago, on that very day. rray came into this pitiful existence as we know it.
Well, it's not that bad.
Life's Sweet.
Yup.
Especially when you have 2 chocolate cakes and chocolate fondue (Thanks yx and lubin!!) for your birthday.
remember [8:12 PM]
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yes, it's Sunday.
You know, i still can't see this. As in, this post. And all the previous posts.
So
You must be asking, why am i still doing this?
That's kinda hard to explain.
Why do people sleep in?
Why do we choose pepsi over coke? (or vice versa? or, more importantly, over water?)
Why?
You really want to know?
I was in a taxi today, en route to tts. (You really want to know why i'm going there?) It was on PIE, Pan-Island not 3.14159, the meter read $8.80. Plugged in was Tangerine Dream by Do As Infinity. Outside, separated by a mere piece of glass, some bitumen, a fence and the physical impossiblity of a human like me just, you know, walking through that door. Was that compound.
Kallang Basin. That SUCKY swimming pool, if it even can be called that.
Then, it was the tennis court.
A peek into the old canteen. Empty. Dark. Disused.
When it used to be full of mischief.
The Grandstand. Whitewashed.
All in 5 seconds.
Zoom. The Singaporean way. Now, I'm still listening to that song. Thinking of The Grandstand. Thinking of where " Thy Sons Are We" could possibly disappear to. And how could it still remain within, fresh like it was just yesterday. Thinking of..
...why can't they just leave The Grandstand alone?
remember [10:29 PM]
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Say WHAT????
Whatever happened to auto-save??
Right
Exams are over. Lecture test is over.
By right, I should be rejoicing. But why am I not?
Maybe because results are out.
Let's side track a bit shall we?
We shall, I have the last say here anyway. So maybe you kinda realised my hiatus, so maybe you think i'm dead, or at least, this blog is. Well, i have news!! It is dead!!
No it's not, really.
Just that, i just found out that somehow flickr is blocked on this nice user-friendly big-and-heavy, computor. So my nice background picture cannot be accessed. And it so happens (if you've noticed) my fonts are white. Ever seen how a white hole looks like? It's the direct opposite of rray. I'm the black (brown actually, currently darker than Milo) ass-hole. Hey!! at least I possess one. I really wonder who did it. Really. I don't know. I don't know who else in my household could do such a thing. But since my blog appears as a big screen of white-and-nothing-but-white, I wouldn't be suprised if no one admits. (You can't peek at this!! hahaha) Right, so this Friday the Thirteenth thing is a blessing in disguise. But i do love to look at my insults...
Did i mention Friday the Thirteenth? Yup, I realised only after Ming Yi spilled green apple juice all over his iPod.
sy : i wonder if Friday the Thirteenth would ever fall on Good Friday.
Would Good Friday still be Good Friday then? I wonder....
Well, looking at Ct2 results brings to surface certain emotions which I wouldn't want to explicitly express here. A teacher once told us that tough CT2 paper act somewhat like a whack to the side of your head. Or a big cuckoo alarm clock. Or a big bucket of iced water.
Darn bloody Irritating.
oh, i meant, shocking. Apparently, the shock is supposed to somehow awaken that slumbering mugging machine in us (you know that you have it) from it's summer torpor. So that we'll like, uh.. study? I'm not sure of the exact mechanism of this "wonderous" reaction, but I think it involves cardiac arrests, bouts of depression, regret and burning hatred for certain teachers. (symtoms aren't in any particular order)
Speaking of hatred. For teachers. OR would you rather, teacher. My civics tutor. Well, you can't really call him that, after all he has done. ( more like, NOT done) Alright, so we shall refer to him as Mr K-(something you fry with). Hey, I'm (in)famous for protecting teachers identity. I have to do this, after a Certain Rumour, from a Certain Teacher (who teaches bio..oops). Well ,so anyway, my dad happened to chance upon a certain email detailing yours' truly daring escapades last year. So as a Formality, he e-mailed Mr K-(something you fry with) asking for my attendance and performances this year.
(Take note of the word "formality". It means " I don't care who the hell you may be, I'm only doing this because of certain moral/social norms")
So this Mr K-(something you fry with) took it upon himself to uncover my results of this CT2. And apparently, he told my chem tutor that my ol man called to ask for my chem results. Called. Dude, that Mr K-(something you fry with) actually played Chinese Whispers with himself!! The nerve of him!! Well, I wouldn't have known if my chem tutor hadn't mentioned that my father called the school (which he didn't). Well, i hope this clarifies things, it's all Mr K-(something you fry with)'s fault.
So blame Mr K-(something you fry with) would ya?
Right, so there was this H3 lecture test. If you vj people thought that the Chem mcq was hair-loss inducing.. this test was like extra strong full body exfoliating, even the skin comes off. It seems as if one had all the time (and probably all the knowledge) to do the ABCD-ing for the mcq after this test. It's almost incomparable... but if i had to try...
It's like a pinprick to a gunshot wound.
Or like a rabid mouse to Freddy Krueger.
Or like a slap to decapitation.
uh.. maybe not decapitation........ asphyxiation?
remember [7:17 PM]
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