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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Finally!!!!!!!!
Finally, I've got a blogskin that is decent and has an archive, now, back to bloody calculus. I have no idea why I am doing this anyway......
Don't be alarmed, if you even bothered....
I am trying to give my blog a blogskin, and it was one of the shittest moments of my life, I wiped out my blog list & widgets and most of the blogskins I wanted do not even have a bloody archive! Forget it, I guess I will have to make do with this then......
Sunday, July 26, 2009
My mouth HURTS!!!
I'm suffering from a potiental tooth abcess right now, hurts whenever i try to eat, drink or even open my mouth to a certain extent. I would have enjoyed my camp without it (will get to that), but I am glad I saw a doctor, at least the pain is not killing me.
Friday's 2D1N camp was AWESOME, not physically, we did not have to do any physical stuff. It was really some leadership workshop in the Library (the lectures were even held at night, NICE). Most of my NPCC squadmates there did not even shower, need meh? We did not even sweat! It's not everyday when you get to listen to your music player, charge your phone, spar and verbally abuse your friend, read a book and revise chemistry at night in the school. Plus, we even got to bring our sleeping bags! Wah, it was HEAVENLY! Better than a damn thin poncho.
It was a pity that it lasted for only 2 days, I would prefer that to studying. It was fun while it lasted. Now..if only I could post place some pictures on this post, I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened to the toolbar in the "new post' page.
Friday's 2D1N camp was AWESOME, not physically, we did not have to do any physical stuff. It was really some leadership workshop in the Library (the lectures were even held at night, NICE). Most of my NPCC squadmates there did not even shower, need meh? We did not even sweat! It's not everyday when you get to listen to your music player, charge your phone, spar and verbally abuse your friend, read a book and revise chemistry at night in the school. Plus, we even got to bring our sleeping bags! Wah, it was HEAVENLY! Better than a damn thin poncho.
It was a pity that it lasted for only 2 days, I would prefer that to studying. It was fun while it lasted. Now..if only I could post place some pictures on this post, I have absolutely no idea what the hell happened to the toolbar in the "new post' page.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
This sucks.
I am not happy with my NPCC posting, that's right, I'm NOT! (And some of my squadmates feel the same with theirs as well) Member of games & PT and Logistics & Admin, that is not what I wanted. I wonder why am I in such a mess. In the Hierarchy chart, I am 2nd next to the "group" of 'unreliables' (If you get my drift). I wanted to be an SI, not granted. To be Log head, not granted. To be Games head, not even close.
I wonder why I was given such a low position, was it because I unknowingly insulted someone of a higher rank, of dumb luck, or something else. I cannot believe it. All my enthusiasm, my attitude gone to waste. I just cannot believe it, I did my best, but it was not enough. I think something stinks in my reputation or I might have deteriorated in my NPCC performance from sec 1 all the way till now. I just cannot believe it, why? WHY? I want to appeal, but...to quote from Eric sir (more or less) "there is a 99% chance of your appeal not being successful."
I am at a loss about what to do, sometimes, I have a feeling of grief and of low self esteem, I even cried my own pathetic self to sleep yesterday for heaven's sake (well...sort of..). Can this get any worse?!
I wonder why I was given such a low position, was it because I unknowingly insulted someone of a higher rank, of dumb luck, or something else. I cannot believe it. All my enthusiasm, my attitude gone to waste. I just cannot believe it, I did my best, but it was not enough. I think something stinks in my reputation or I might have deteriorated in my NPCC performance from sec 1 all the way till now. I just cannot believe it, why? WHY? I want to appeal, but...to quote from Eric sir (more or less) "there is a 99% chance of your appeal not being successful."
I am at a loss about what to do, sometimes, I have a feeling of grief and of low self esteem, I even cried my own pathetic self to sleep yesterday for heaven's sake (well...sort of..). Can this get any worse?!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
My legs hurt!!!
Participated in the Heritagefest's "Fun on foot: The e-challenge!" I was with Hazwan (with his "good" public manners), Nabil and Jasper. We ran, slacked, sweat and swore like hell sia. It's a pity that we did not get any prize, I did not get the NPCC post I wanted yesterday so I wanted something to help mollify me. At least we did 14 stations, so, GG guys! After that, we went to pastamania, and because we do not have enough money, we left, after they gave us the menu. Pai Seh lah! Jasper wanted to go DEEP inside the nearby food court afterwards. When I got home, I wanted to bathe (not shower) for an hour and sleep for 3, which is NOT what I am doing right now.
Btw, for those who love war movies, check out Talvisota (Winter War), yes, it's in Finnish, but the English subtitles in the Youtube version would allow you to understand the language of "Suomi"
A sneak preview: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_M8_hS0gqU8
The 1st part of the whole movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MctJ74lvBbQ
Btw, for those who love war movies, check out Talvisota (Winter War), yes, it's in Finnish, but the English subtitles in the Youtube version would allow you to understand the language of "Suomi"
A sneak preview: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_M8_hS0gqU8
The 1st part of the whole movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MctJ74lvBbQ
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
My calculator's spoiled, "yay!"
Ytd's post (I never go around to do it then..)
Yesterday night and today (nearly) sucked! Ytd night, I suffered from major diarr-nvm and I could not sleep well, especially with the fear of crapping your pants in bed :p. I planned to do some schoolwork at around 0500 the next day, but i turned off my Cellphone alarm and wanted to commit murder when I finally woke up.
Today's lessons were boring, and we were supposed to watch some video during FT. Guess what, the video's format is incompatible with any video player in the Laptop. ("please use Windows movie player" said the PA system). We even had to do a reflection about some Singapore identity thingy, without even watching the Video, lovely! Plus, I had to be released early 'cause I have a Dental Appointment at Tan Tock Seng Hospital.
1400: Released from class, after finding my water bottle (displaced by god knows who)
1402: Went through the school gate.
1405: Reached Tenah Merah MRT, and took a taxi attempting to outrun any MRT train
1415: Got to Kembangan MRT, 15 minutes left till my appointment.
1417: Got onto a train, & finding out that my Dad sent me an sms, offering to gimme a lift (****!)
1418: Called Dad, and being very stupid, allowed him to give me a lift at Lavender MRT
1420: Reached the MRT station, and was told to go to a nearby (well...sort of) bus stop
1425: Dad called to say that he was stuck in heavy traffic on the PIE, 5 mins left
1430: I waited, looking at the long line of vehicles crawling towards a junction....
1445: I waited again, 15 minutes late....
1500: I got very impatient, wish I could raise 'the finger' into the air as a signal for my Dad
1518: Finally, he arrived, 48 minutes late.
1530: I finally reached the Dental Clinic of the hospital, 1 hour late.(If I took the MRT, I would not have to waste so much time, ARGH!!! (At least I got a subway)
After that ordeal, i still had to go to tuition because of some chinese test tomorrow, damn, damn, damn! Not too mention procrastinating (in doing my homework) until I have only 5 hours of sleep left.
Yesterday night and today (nearly) sucked! Ytd night, I suffered from major diarr-nvm and I could not sleep well, especially with the fear of crapping your pants in bed :p. I planned to do some schoolwork at around 0500 the next day, but i turned off my Cellphone alarm and wanted to commit murder when I finally woke up.
Today's lessons were boring, and we were supposed to watch some video during FT. Guess what, the video's format is incompatible with any video player in the Laptop. ("please use Windows movie player" said the PA system). We even had to do a reflection about some Singapore identity thingy, without even watching the Video, lovely! Plus, I had to be released early 'cause I have a Dental Appointment at Tan Tock Seng Hospital.
1400: Released from class, after finding my water bottle (displaced by god knows who)
1402: Went through the school gate.
1405: Reached Tenah Merah MRT, and took a taxi attempting to outrun any MRT train
1415: Got to Kembangan MRT, 15 minutes left till my appointment.
1417: Got onto a train, & finding out that my Dad sent me an sms, offering to gimme a lift (****!)
1418: Called Dad, and being very stupid, allowed him to give me a lift at Lavender MRT
1420: Reached the MRT station, and was told to go to a nearby (well...sort of) bus stop
1425: Dad called to say that he was stuck in heavy traffic on the PIE, 5 mins left
1430: I waited, looking at the long line of vehicles crawling towards a junction....
1445: I waited again, 15 minutes late....
1500: I got very impatient, wish I could raise 'the finger' into the air as a signal for my Dad
1518: Finally, he arrived, 48 minutes late.
1530: I finally reached the Dental Clinic of the hospital, 1 hour late.(If I took the MRT, I would not have to waste so much time, ARGH!!! (At least I got a subway)
After that ordeal, i still had to go to tuition because of some chinese test tomorrow, damn, damn, damn! Not too mention procrastinating (in doing my homework) until I have only 5 hours of sleep left.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Skeletor is GAY!
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My left shin (the muscle area) is killing me, (well trying to anyway, since it started on thursday morning). I still need to do my English tuition homework (WTH am I blogging in the 1st place?!), and it is due tomorrow, argh! Had fun at Geylang East Swimming complex yesterday, without being ragged (that badly). Plus, we did not get banned from the deep pool :) Nvm about that, nothing much happened today, I wanted to finish my homework today, but I practically procrastinated like there's no tomorrow. I will try to do it though, even though I might have to resort to burning the midnight oil.
Here's something to either cheer you up
...Where was I? Oh yes, Old Corkhill. A lovely chap, if you ignore the swearing fits and genocide. He never had a face of his own, you know - had to borrow other peoples. Used to make a hell of a mess when they glued 'em back on. I remember one time we got lost in a garden centre near Chepstow and he thought he was back in the jungle. How we laughed when the screaming stopped. Met a grisly death bless 'im... choked to death on a chess piece. From the highly collectable Alice in Wonderland set, too.
I remember when I bought my first chess set. I was about 23 and used to play for the Queen's regiment. Never won it though. I was trying to steal a set from all the different schools in London - they never notice if you take only one piece from each. I'd just got hold of my twelfth pawn when I realised I'd never fit a board up my jumper without the bloody prefects noticing, so I decided to invest in a legitimate set. I went to a lovely little shack by the sea where a lovely young lady was carving lovely little chess pieces out of lovely shiny rocks with a lovely glowing scalpel. We got talking and after a while we got married. Turns out she was a mermaid though... I only realised when I tried to tickle the soles of her feet and discovered she hadn't got any. I thought the vicar gave us some funny looks at the church. And Mother never did approve of her... "Never trust a woman without any toes," she used to say. She lived her life by that adage and By God did it show.
The marriage only lasted a few months before divorce. Or did I eat her? I never can remember. I definitely ate something... used to eat things all the time, come to think of it. My memories of that time are foggy, as the howler monkeys had just moved in next door and I couldn't get any sleep. The worst was when they used to smash through the windows and vomit in the kettle. Damned vicous things, howler monkeys. I complained to their Landlord but he just smashed my face in with a spade and killed my dog. Twice, if I remember - he shot it, brought it back to life using the unholy power of the cosmic bedpan and shot it again. Poor little blighter...a cairn terrier, if I remember. I ended up sneaking into his house and using the bedpan to invoke Belial, demonic master of the third ring of Hell. Belial appeared in a ghastly display of fire and brimstone, then went and had a word with the local council who evicted the monkeys. I still have his keys somewhere.
Speaking of keys, have you ever eaten cling film? I went through a period of buying pre-made sandwiches, throwing them away and eating the containers. God knows why, I think it was the fashion at the time. Like those hairstyles made of bones. And whatever happened to those combination hats and megaphones? They seemed so useful back then, but you never see them these days. I blame the parents.
On my 30th birthday Derek, my wife at that time, bought me an anvil. I'd always wanted one to keep on the top shelf above the Reader's Digests. It stayed up there for a few years then it fell off, bringing the wall down with it. I was in the room at the time - a damned mess, I can tell you. A brick hit me on the shoulder so hard that I travelled back in time and became my own grandfather.
After Derek died of boredom I tried looking for a new wife down the back of the sofa. A fruitless exercise, they were all tarts behind that third cushion. I became depressed and wandered the Sahara desert trying to find a letter S big enough to turn it into a dessert. It was near there that I met Susan. She went on holiday with her parents back in the thirties and accidentally stabbed a gypsy to death with her own clothes pegs. Before she died the gypsy put a curse on Susan, robbing her of her third dimension and turning her into a completely flat wallhanging. Her parents were dreadfully embarassed and took the first boat to Atlantis, which was quite a popular destination for embarrassed parents before it sank.
Anyway, I discovered Susan in a curio shop where she had spent the last 20 years. I was first attracted to the lovely guilded frame that she had been mounted on. But the shopkeeper wouldn't part with it, saying only the cursed girl was for sale. I kicked up quite a fuss, but he wasn't going to give in so I part-exchanged some boot polish for Susan and left. I think she was glad to be out from behind a sheet of glass. I rolled her up on the plane back to England and tried to pass her off as hand luggage, but they insisted that I purchase another seat. I got my own back though - I took the seats with me when we landed in London.
I bought a small house in Suffolk and became friendly with the neighbours. This turned out to be quite handy as they were extra-terrestrial creatures with the absolute power to control physical reality. It didn't do to get on the wrong side of them, I can tell you. Before they went back to their home planet they kindly restored Susan's third dimension as a leaving gift. I was using her to cover a stain on the bathroom rug at the time. She was ecstatic and married me immediately, which was handy for tax purposes. She ended up leaving me for the milkman though, as I still insisted that she covered the rug stain at all times. I mean, nothing gets port out - I should know.
It was about that time that England declared war on Narnia. We knew they had been massing forces behind the wardrobe for some time, and we had to invade them before they did the same to us. I was drafted into the army as a Sammy Davis Jr. look-a-like, which was a common infantry position at the time. I was amongst the first people to push back the coats and attack the Narnians. The early assaults were fantastic - the satyrs and talking animals stood no chance against our machine guns. But oh, how things changed. Before we knew it the magicians and dragons were upon us, and half the battalion was burnt to death whilst the other half were turned into ducks. Such a terrible waste. I only survived by confusing the Witch with a devious card trick and running for cover. We would never have taken down Aslan the Lion if the yanks hadn't bailed us out again. God, it was awful... The heat and the screaming and the fire and the smoke and the quacking... Uhh...
...Where was I? Oh yes, Old Corkhill. A lovely chap...
My left shin (the muscle area) is killing me, (well trying to anyway, since it started on thursday morning). I still need to do my English tuition homework (WTH am I blogging in the 1st place?!), and it is due tomorrow, argh! Had fun at Geylang East Swimming complex yesterday, without being ragged (that badly). Plus, we did not get banned from the deep pool :) Nvm about that, nothing much happened today, I wanted to finish my homework today, but I practically procrastinated like there's no tomorrow. I will try to do it though, even though I might have to resort to burning the midnight oil.
Here's something to either cheer you up
...Where was I? Oh yes, Old Corkhill. A lovely chap, if you ignore the swearing fits and genocide. He never had a face of his own, you know - had to borrow other peoples. Used to make a hell of a mess when they glued 'em back on. I remember one time we got lost in a garden centre near Chepstow and he thought he was back in the jungle. How we laughed when the screaming stopped. Met a grisly death bless 'im... choked to death on a chess piece. From the highly collectable Alice in Wonderland set, too.
I remember when I bought my first chess set. I was about 23 and used to play for the Queen's regiment. Never won it though. I was trying to steal a set from all the different schools in London - they never notice if you take only one piece from each. I'd just got hold of my twelfth pawn when I realised I'd never fit a board up my jumper without the bloody prefects noticing, so I decided to invest in a legitimate set. I went to a lovely little shack by the sea where a lovely young lady was carving lovely little chess pieces out of lovely shiny rocks with a lovely glowing scalpel. We got talking and after a while we got married. Turns out she was a mermaid though... I only realised when I tried to tickle the soles of her feet and discovered she hadn't got any. I thought the vicar gave us some funny looks at the church. And Mother never did approve of her... "Never trust a woman without any toes," she used to say. She lived her life by that adage and By God did it show.
The marriage only lasted a few months before divorce. Or did I eat her? I never can remember. I definitely ate something... used to eat things all the time, come to think of it. My memories of that time are foggy, as the howler monkeys had just moved in next door and I couldn't get any sleep. The worst was when they used to smash through the windows and vomit in the kettle. Damned vicous things, howler monkeys. I complained to their Landlord but he just smashed my face in with a spade and killed my dog. Twice, if I remember - he shot it, brought it back to life using the unholy power of the cosmic bedpan and shot it again. Poor little blighter...a cairn terrier, if I remember. I ended up sneaking into his house and using the bedpan to invoke Belial, demonic master of the third ring of Hell. Belial appeared in a ghastly display of fire and brimstone, then went and had a word with the local council who evicted the monkeys. I still have his keys somewhere.
Speaking of keys, have you ever eaten cling film? I went through a period of buying pre-made sandwiches, throwing them away and eating the containers. God knows why, I think it was the fashion at the time. Like those hairstyles made of bones. And whatever happened to those combination hats and megaphones? They seemed so useful back then, but you never see them these days. I blame the parents.
On my 30th birthday Derek, my wife at that time, bought me an anvil. I'd always wanted one to keep on the top shelf above the Reader's Digests. It stayed up there for a few years then it fell off, bringing the wall down with it. I was in the room at the time - a damned mess, I can tell you. A brick hit me on the shoulder so hard that I travelled back in time and became my own grandfather.
After Derek died of boredom I tried looking for a new wife down the back of the sofa. A fruitless exercise, they were all tarts behind that third cushion. I became depressed and wandered the Sahara desert trying to find a letter S big enough to turn it into a dessert. It was near there that I met Susan. She went on holiday with her parents back in the thirties and accidentally stabbed a gypsy to death with her own clothes pegs. Before she died the gypsy put a curse on Susan, robbing her of her third dimension and turning her into a completely flat wallhanging. Her parents were dreadfully embarassed and took the first boat to Atlantis, which was quite a popular destination for embarrassed parents before it sank.
Anyway, I discovered Susan in a curio shop where she had spent the last 20 years. I was first attracted to the lovely guilded frame that she had been mounted on. But the shopkeeper wouldn't part with it, saying only the cursed girl was for sale. I kicked up quite a fuss, but he wasn't going to give in so I part-exchanged some boot polish for Susan and left. I think she was glad to be out from behind a sheet of glass. I rolled her up on the plane back to England and tried to pass her off as hand luggage, but they insisted that I purchase another seat. I got my own back though - I took the seats with me when we landed in London.
I bought a small house in Suffolk and became friendly with the neighbours. This turned out to be quite handy as they were extra-terrestrial creatures with the absolute power to control physical reality. It didn't do to get on the wrong side of them, I can tell you. Before they went back to their home planet they kindly restored Susan's third dimension as a leaving gift. I was using her to cover a stain on the bathroom rug at the time. She was ecstatic and married me immediately, which was handy for tax purposes. She ended up leaving me for the milkman though, as I still insisted that she covered the rug stain at all times. I mean, nothing gets port out - I should know.
It was about that time that England declared war on Narnia. We knew they had been massing forces behind the wardrobe for some time, and we had to invade them before they did the same to us. I was drafted into the army as a Sammy Davis Jr. look-a-like, which was a common infantry position at the time. I was amongst the first people to push back the coats and attack the Narnians. The early assaults were fantastic - the satyrs and talking animals stood no chance against our machine guns. But oh, how things changed. Before we knew it the magicians and dragons were upon us, and half the battalion was burnt to death whilst the other half were turned into ducks. Such a terrible waste. I only survived by confusing the Witch with a devious card trick and running for cover. We would never have taken down Aslan the Lion if the yanks hadn't bailed us out again. God, it was awful... The heat and the screaming and the fire and the smoke and the quacking... Uhh...
...Where was I? Oh yes, Old Corkhill. A lovely chap...
Monday, July 6, 2009
Damned sunburn
The skin on my back and shoulders HURT! Damned sunburn (I only realised the pain on Saturday), I thought Friday at the Swimming complex would be fun (Okay, fine, let's be realistic, does getting 'ganged' 3 times in the pool qualifies as fun?). Just to add to the madness, I used up the remains of my pocket money and even had Teck Sheng (Still treating Xun Jie as his 'dog' (I think...)) 'blanja' me at KFC. I need to save up for my GTA IV!!! (not sure about Amazon's kindle though, it's cool but I am not sure whether I will use it often......)
Nvm mind about that, I need to do another Farewell vid for Miss Goh (I seriously need more pics, and a song!!), revise for my SGT test (The retest paper is different, ARGH!!!!!) and do my Pure Geog project (WTH can I find Vanguard sheets in my nieghbourhood anyway?). I promised myself to revise my physics, crap lah! I guess I have to break that promise, I will have to go for Chinese tuition afterwards, I am "SO" looking forward to it.
Nvm mind about that, I need to do another Farewell vid for Miss Goh (I seriously need more pics, and a song!!), revise for my SGT test (The retest paper is different, ARGH!!!!!) and do my Pure Geog project (WTH can I find Vanguard sheets in my nieghbourhood anyway?). I promised myself to revise my physics, crap lah! I guess I have to break that promise, I will have to go for Chinese tuition afterwards, I am "SO" looking forward to it.
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