Thursday, October 13, 2011

Russian Unicorn

It’s…going to be a long week.
Bryan: HEY I got 21 for bio prac man!
J.Lau: Yea…I got 22.
I should have known better than trying to continue blogging but, ah well.
I guess, being in a class of whack jobs makes one a whack job.
What if the whack job influence comes from other aspects, huh?
Shi Ni: I WANT THE STICKY THING! *jerks hand up and down*
Me: WTF?
Jit: WTF?
I guess…that is quite an appropriate response in response to such stupidity.
That, on the other hand, is a stupid response no matter the situation.
Well, what did YOU expect?
The was raining so hard there was sea spray on the stairways. The sixth-floor stairways.
Mr. Soh: I’m so wet you guys need to join in the fun. Come to the Life Sciences lab.
Lashing rain+air-con=very good idea. :D
During Biology we have established that Morgan Freeman is God. Existing since 160,000 years ago.
And someone needs to sort out his tastes of music. That goes along with serious documentaries.
Ms. Soh: And now…the worst for the last…20/22
We actually made more headway on chem.
I can’t remember what else we did, but it was probably something awesome. And the rain stopped, so that was probably good.
Math. I need to get away from Jeremias. GET SMARTER DAO HAN *hinthint*
GG deck of cards with a quarter chance of drawing an ace. Must be my kind of deck. :D
Mr. Loo stares at people evilly sometimes. :O
And the one who has been doing all our work while we drink coffee is leaving NUUUU
But, we have cookies. :D

Sparks Fly

Oh dear.
Speech-making was so much harder that I thought it would be.
Trembling in the cold, fortunately I didn’t drop off.
BUT—Doing with 08. :D
And then—one of them did abortion. Without considering anything important from hell and back before deciding that that would be a good advocacy topic, I think.
Cue the missiles.
Bloody hell.
Dr. Wong seemed to be in a bad mood…?
Thank fully we weren’t too late for music.
And then the group teaching Chinese Opera apparently did better than the troupe we were forced to go to!
As for what hat might be saying, I’ll toss it up to debate.
Music test. Blah. Two marks for effort? :D?
I like the feeling.
Of having to go for useless trips after examinations.
Ms. Yeo: You are not allowed to leave from the last spot on the trip.
Then…what about the FIRST stop?
Ah yes.
Ian’s animation T.T
Coming clean T.T
Insult I felt after taking the PSAT T.T
The class’s neatness O.o mind-effed.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Ain't No Mountain Higher

Yay for the beginning of hell week, 2nd edition?
it really isn’t so much of the homework (no, not more than usual…just the same as we always have had...T.T)
But, you know, since they’re just a couple or so weeks to the examinations…One can surely hope for better things.
In the weeks to come, anyway… *sighs*
Yea, still a bit far away right. But heck it.
Independent Study sounds a really good idea. Oh well.
Bio: quiz.
Never a good news.
But, you know, GENETICS argh.
*should be easy manzzz*
We came up with the theory that if me or Tiong looks at DH’s face for extended periods of time, our IQ level will start dropping
Galen: *blocks out DH’s face with hand*
DH: N1 stop being hater man!
Here I must interrupt with news from Friday.
DH: Noob man Tiong do such shitty puncturing.
Me: Usually the CEO doesn’t do this shit. That’s why we got cleaners who are more pro at it! :D *points significantly*
DH:…shuddap man!
*blocks out DH’s face from the past*
Yep. Helps.
All these sisters and brothers and random incestuous relations are so complicated rawr.
Aaanyway. The quiz. At long last.
DH: DOOD where’s Tiong?
Jit: DOOD where’s Yu Han?!
DH: *sees me and tiong waving from opposite ends of the room* WTF they are at opposite ends of the…world! It’s like the…North and South Pole and this is…
Me: Africa…
DH: Come on! It’s Christmas! Come back here!
Galen: *blocks out DH’s face*
Good response. LMAO.
But seriously? Dragons?
And then ARGH CHEM.
Which was so simple.
With a really scammer bonus question. :O
Oh well. Better than a couple million Celsius. XD.
Chinese. He manages to waste an hour better than anyone ever could.
And lack of assembly invariably gives rise to…
DH: HEY WTH whenever we get into this circle, we invariably get started on the topic of…something embarrassing to me?
Galen: Look, it’s like this…Cyrus will say something screwed up, you will say something obviously homophobic, Claire will screw your mind further…Yu Han and Jit will laugh at your retardedness, and someone will walk in saying something else retarded. Like Teck Chye will say HI DH, which is already retarded…
Hey, it was his fault. I mean, he was saying something about…JERKING OFF IN BATHROOMS?
DH: *at Galen* you better not let me catch you doing that one day ah?
Tiong: Ah, look who’s talking?
DH: More like this dude man!
Jit: No man, never in my life
Yea, good joke.
Galen: *blocks out DH’s face*
DH: Liddat la A-hole!
Galen: *is shocked* you the a-hole!
Tsktsk. Kids.
An interesting fact as arisen.
I take it in my very evil stride. XD

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Every Teardrop Like A Waterfall

Life sucks. Truly.
And then those random moments that brighten your day are snuffed out…like a light.
And people wonder why I don’t like happy endings.
It’s never a good sign when you have a test first thing in the morning.
At least it was a little less challenging than the last one.
(and you know what they always say when you think something in question is easier than expected…)
Oh well. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
But everything was easier. Really. *whines*
Floorball…under the blazing sun.
And three rather imbalanced teams. Guess what happened when my team had two pro players.
Doing commentaries under REALLY HOT weather JUST after playing two games in a row=not fun.
Tiong trying to diss PS all the while lor N1
And Jit…I dunno. TACKLING PS?
Poor PS.
*can I like, abort here? Now?*
YES I CAN THIS IS MY blog dammit.
*stomps off petulantly*
(oh no, it’s OK, please don’t cry I hate it when you cry…)

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Viva La Vida

Usually what I hear at the start of the day.
During mentoring there was mugging.
Tiong bitching.
I is disappoint.
Yea. The occasional attack that prevents one from ever being off the virtual hook.
But some of the music is soo naise. :D
Not that the…um…short revision made anything better.
Ms. Wong remembered children’s day YAY.
Sorry. The childishness of it got too my mind.
*Here we go again*
After being depressed by screwing up the in-class we were treated to sweet…sticky…tending to drop off easily…lollipops.
Keep it down down there, will you, I’m trying to talk here.
Whatever, man. Ms Li let us off early as a “children’s day gift”
That didn’t come out the way it did, but HELL YEAH.
Now if only she had let it be an Assignment as a gift.
Hey, give Mr. Loo a little credit pl0x.
Mr. Loo: Eh Jeremias…did you study for the Math test?
Jeremias: Not…one…bit?
Mr. Loo: Wow. (beat) You did pretty well, then.
Always the tone of APPROPRIATE surprise.
This split personality thing is beginning to bug me out. Hang on for a moment while I administer proper punishment.
*cue random beating and cries of pain*
That sounded fairly S&M fun, but all will be fine from here on, I’m sure.
In any case, Math was so. Freaking. Hilarious.
Mr. Loo: Jeremias are you paying attention? Where are your notes???
Jeremias: Ohoherm…did you put them on e-space?
Mr. Loo: *Dramatic facepalm* of course I did, Jeremias, I had to waste 5 minutes of my life to log on and check that it was even there. So where are your notes?
Jeremias: …still on e-space.
Mr. Loo: …*chucks red marker at him*
Jeremias: Ow.
Mr. Loo: Pick it up
*Jeremias bends over to pick up marker, and when he turns to return the marker Mr. Loo promptly…throws another marker*
Mr. Loo: Pick that one up, too.
Jeremias: *with LOLwut expression* *tries to return markers*
Mr. Loo: today my left hand tired, pass it to my right hand, man.
Just an average day in the life of two frenemies.
Jeremias: so…erm…a hundred divided by 60 gives fifty cents…
Mr. Loo: A hundred divided by…Everyone, I present to you…the pride of GEP
Oh yes he is.
Like a bossLen.
And then you realize that there were…too many spoilt votes. WTH man.
An hour to buy balls.
What a good waste of time.
At least we got something achieved today. XD.
Straightened things out a little as well.
A good conclusion, so to speak.
A good day.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Champagne Showers

My research has shown that…this venture may take much more out of me than I had hoped.
And I might just be dabbling in something that is pretty much out of my depth.
I mean, just how many teenagers…
I like the challenge.
English. :D
Essay Test. D:
Easy questions. :D
TOO MANY easy questions D:
Talk about mood whiplash.
And then Young Joo’s essays.
Ms. Koo: Mr. Chin likes his essay because…although the level of English is not that high, his ideas are always amusing enough…
Quiet moment.
Everyone thinks Claire is emo.
Oh well.
Thankfully two people have not completed the test. Which might or not increase the papers’ likelihood of entering a shredder for the better of all of us.
Lucky Raphael.
We learnt how to shade an OMS for an hour today. YAY.
And that after a couple couple years of using mechanical pencils they are afraid we will poke holes in the paper.
This feels short.
That’s probably because it is.
And then, after tomorrow, week 5.
May we all survive it. D:

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

For The First Time

New beginnings?
I dunno, it’s pretty much a new experience for me as well.
In a good way, I should say. :D
Jit: Simin ah. You two pairs take up the whole class le.
Simin: :O ??
Jit: DH and Shi Ni in front, you and Gab at the back, everyone else gotta scoot.
Mm…inconveniencing, I guess.
I have a good feeling about Bio. And that empty desk, thank god.
Shit yet another unproductive long break. It’s a tradition, I suppose.
I’m sorry, did that come out the way it did?
Nah, just kidding. OFF—WITH—THEIR—HEADS!
And that ridiculously named Red Queen’s hypothesis. Bah to that and everything after.
Chinese. Guess what.
We actually discussed something. I think.
Galen: You know when WJ knows someone hasn’t handed up something for Chinese, he can point at Jit and 90% of the time he will be right.
Me: Maybe 99% of the time *sniggers*
But that still doesn’t excuse us from the retarded-ness Galen, YY and I were up to.
Sorry. No, wait, that was Galen’s fault.
Oh dear us.
*raised eyes*
Mr. Loo: *ahem**ahem*
Me: Mr. Loo you OK or not
Mr. Loo: This time I think…really sick le…
DH: GG Karma
Mr. Loo: EH good for you ppl OK…
Me: Din’t say karma coming from where
Mr. Loo: Hey, if I can take leave for two days, and finish all the tasks I’m supposed to do for the week, I can just go to work for three days out of five man!
*if only students had that kind of freedom*
Mr. Loo: Then boss will say, ‘In that case I just give u 60% of your salary lor’
We have a logical man. I mean, methods of proof and all.
Galen: So how did the Math project with Jung Min go?
Mr. Loo: went well…we got $300…except the website said $400. So of course we wrote a letter to complain and stuff…and later in the day spent about half the prize money. So while I was waiting for the ~$130 to be returned, I found a letter with the $100 and apology. So I…hmmm…*pockets*
Me: :O then you still go ask for the $130??
Mr. Loo: OF COURSE WUT they owe me :D
OK sorry Induction needs logic.
IRP: visit to the bar/coffee machine
Then come back, find our colleague gone and are stuck outside the lab
At least we learnt some things.
A very important thing, to say the least.
And now…I have done my research. (Yes so NUS High School-ish rite)
With that I hope we can make things better. XD

Set Fire To The Rain

I’ll be back.
OK so maybe I should have said that at the end of lastlast week’s post but heck. No one wants nothin’ to do with Arnie.
*I must stop using that tone of surprise*
Hey someone screwed up flag-raising again!
*I must stop using that very same tone too. For reasons a bit different to the example above*
But what the hey. Mr. Loo suffered administrative meddling wtcrap.
*all for the good of Mr. Loo’s students, of course*
And yea, if you’ve noticed, I’m back. Just went all that way to become Captain Obvious, huh.
Although, I suppose, from our brief encounter Mr. Lin is a nice guy. Then again, seeing as he’s part of Mr. Loo’s party I’m not all that surprised. :D
I like breaks. Mmhmm.
And owning at Monopoly Deal.
The…um…Bio quiz better be as easy as Dr. Low asserts it is. *crosses* fingers. Or I might just begin a dramatic collapse first thing in a really bad week. Yes Ian, Week 5 is fun. *grumbles*
GG owned by DH. Never gonna live this down.
Later Roy beat me T.T
Oh well. That’s that, I guess. Chinese too. We’re pretty much rambling until the next test.
*rambles and plays more jobeat*
That’s…erm…something that SOMEBODY got us addicted to over the last week. Hurm I wonder who.
In break we somehow got from lots of monopoly deal to talking about…among other things, herterosexuals, the habits and rationale behind homosexuals, trans-whatever, bisexuals and pansexuals.
And then the conversation turned to the particular sexual behaviors of animals, and the world all went to rip.
Horses with baseballs bats.
Pigs. Oh, pigs
And don’t even get started on ducks.
And then we realized…Kenryk has a whip.
*is mindblown*
Claire: It could be a riding crop…
Me :…that long?
I must have used it too well. It was…erm…semi-broken.
*somehow fixing it with “barbed” wire seemed a good idea at the time*
*OK maybe not*
And then I am, if possible, *further mindblown*
Then again, probably not in a bad way.

Monday, September 26, 2011


I like to flip days right round when they go right down.
Bah. Work work work.
I have received a crisis of sorts on Chemistry.
I mean, if there weren’t another presentation of 10 minutes maybe I could breathe easier.
*Bio work due tomorrow. INCOMPLETE bio work due tomorrow. Panicking is in order. Like, now.*
*oh dear*
OK. Panicking about over.
And I wish whatever we might mention in the Principal’s Dialogue can be implemented or at least, paid attention to rather than lying in some random back-burner in the middle of the bowels of unmentionable obfuscation. The last part was randomly made up to see if I could suddenly make up words that don’t make sense in context on the fly.
(I might just be good at that. :D)
Especially when we have to occasionally live through 2 hour-long Physics lessons. *droops from fatigue*
But there’s always MATH :D And Ms. Koo not being in school which means we only have virtually…never mind.
Mr. Loo was all effusive about the elections.
Mr. Loo: To be SC President, you have to get the votes of the younger years…assuming all of you have the same number of friends. Because the Year Sixes will be leaving next Year anyway…and will probably vote for the prettiest…
Jeremias: Later they gay man…
Mr. Loo: I’ve gone to Kaoshiung with those guys…if anything they are undersexed…
Ah…naughty naughty.
Aaaaaaaaaaand right after that. We proved dealing cards was for noobs.
And being noobs ourselves when failing to gank.
I actually managed to get some work done.
I realized for some time that Nat has Jeremias-ed my assignment. Oh dear. *droops*
And sometimes you really don’t feel the drive to do your Journalistic assignment of which only comprises borrowing somebody else’s pictures and arranging it to look pretty.
But that’s not the point.
The point is that they are arranging this (probably awesome) 2 day 1 night camp involving all the Journalism members which I can’t go to owing to either OBS or IRP.
But that’s not the point either.
Maybe it’s the fact that we had no session and I had no idea, and that we “might” have a session next week.
Yes. Suggestive.

Friday, September 23, 2011

International Love

We had a good Chinese lesson. Amazingly everyone did what they were supposed to do mainly because they couldn’t be bothered to do anything else.
An hour of newspaper reading was in order. WJ even helped us through it. Sweet.
I can’t really see the relevance but what the heck. Let it not be me to deny you the knowledge that neutrinos can win races with photons.
Ooh Press Conference.
Yea. That aside, PE was pretty hectic. And much like boring football matches, the score line went 1-0 0-0 1-0.
I say the fact that my team managed to do well is the omnipresence of Jeremias. XD.
Colour divide much. Just saying.
With $4 to spend on something…I felt stupid enough buying two identical bottles of chrysamthemum. But a voucher’s a voucher. And so is a baby tigger with its “shirt” gone
PS: I want the shirt *puts it on his over-undersized teddy bear*
We are a funny class of people
Buuuuut any way. About the fact that Ms. Li started bitching at the lot of us for…(surprise, it’s not the possibly damaged furniture or the state of the classroom or the people in PE attire!) being us. Oh well. I guess it’s probably that time of the month.
Chem test was forgivingly simple. It forgave me for not bothering to study much, except for parts which studying wouldn’t actually have helped. Much. ORGANIC GROUPS AGAIN WTS. And WTH did that bonus question mean?
(and waterhose did that bonus question even mean?)
Yes…contextual differences.
And as my Journalism article which is due draws ever nearer (I hear gasps of sock and surprise at the “due” word) I find that it gets increasingly hard to try and worry about it when there isn’t…ooh shiny.
Yes. This is looking really short but what the hey.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Threw it On the Ground

Let’s take it from here. Or not.
The day started good. Finding out the idea of Shi Ni’s “latest” news and all. Cavewoman much?
(Hey look the men just hunted down an antelope!
DA, that was a million years ago!)
The future Student Council Exco had a very productive morning. Mmhmm. The poster was so cool it had a nice hump. XD
Music Debate—Six teams—five/four speakers each—7 Best speakers—4 Best speakers from the SAME TEAM?
And then the highest scoring team beat the next highest scoring. BECAUSE I’M WITH AWESOME PEOPLE THAT WAY BWAHAHAHA *EGOEGOEGO*
But when the last two teams are separated by a 0.5 point difference…*ahem*
GG we’ll be teaching Year 2s. :O the horror.
So we went for ACE, and I realized, MAN, I’m not an adult yet, so I couldn’t throw it on the ground.
That guy in the video is...seriously and asswipe OMFG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!
Good lord. Nicole you sick piece of…
Jazlene plays Sudoku peaceably.
Simin tries not to be corrupted.
Te rest of us laugh our asses off.
Jit Wu bitches about how Ashlynna loved yaoi after he showed it to her for shocks.
Claire looks vindicated and shows us a link.
Jit Wu is disgusted by the father-son pairing.
Tseren is a retard.
Claire moves in for the kill
*OMGWTFBBQ happens*
DH and Tseren are probably traumatized.
Jit is trying not to tear from laughing.
Galen hops in beat boxing.
You know the feeling when someone wearing red starts blowing a trumpet right in the middle of a funeral?

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Like a Boss

Da first thing that happened today:
(OK not really but it was so awesome we’ll just skip ahead to that for the moment)
Mr. Loo: OK hey guys I think we’vebeen going too fast so today I’m canceling Math lesson O BTW please take the notes Mr. Cheong wants ur to take KTHXBAI
OK back to less interesting stuff. Such as the speeches of who will be leading the bridge between the Students and the One Up Their…nevermind.
Anyway. I bet they set the order such that we could observe the interesting zig-zag formation. The OBVIOUS zig-zag.
Followed by Galen holding a pigeon at crotch level (which the year ones found funny for some reason. I can’t figure out why a bird would cause so much furore) , and Justin pretty much cementing his position as the middle finger guy, they weren’t all as great as I thought. I mean, Galen could have avoided needing an emergency space-filler.
Galen: *momentous pause*
Me: *N1 smartass forgot ur lines right* starts clapping loudly with a coupla others.
Yea. Boring stuff, right?
DH: The master should have said, Disciple, stop smoking of the weed. You holding the very important thing. BUT I BET YOU IT ALIVE! If you can prove me it DEAD you good!
Ok. Math. Wait…
I always liked Bio. And I like Franken Fran.
Um…fruit fly + fruit fly= HEAD?!
Now put it in a human context…
And then imagine octuplets… (actually How in the world would those be OCTUPLETS)
Dr. Low: Hey…Don’t be gross!
(Shit my bio assignments ARGH)
Random side note: Cyrus’ fists are ball-seekers
Jit: I was just walking by, then you stretched and HIT MY BALLS HTH is that an accident?
Galen: Yea man I knew it you…
Yep. I’m starting to not remember Chemistry. Except it was good not to have Chemistry test on that day.
Perhaps it’s good that way. And then some.
GG Chinese test pwned so bad. Our highest is probably other classes’ average.
The AAP was actually good. Just that our class a bit overloaded. 2 times the number of students in a normal class.
SLAP THEM WITH A FISH (like a boss)

Monday, September 19, 2011


Somewhere along the blogging of Thursday I kind of gave up.
Add that to the fact that I will never admit that Friday is a song of any kind, just like a couple of other billion people in the world. Not that it is, and not that this is relevant, but I’m just saying, after Jeremias has got into an annoying propensity to type lyrics in my calculator.
Physics practical. Bah.
Magnet. OMFWTFBBQ HTH do you pull this shit apart.
Jacking DH’s retort stands.
In an aside that I recalled randomly…
Mr. Loo: There was this brilliant student who came in in Year 3. Ten his classmates told him that…WTH means water hose. And WTF meant waterfall. Soon enough he realized something was wrong, because his friends weren’t exactly using them in the context that they were “meant” to be.
And on the topic of making friends…
Me: Jit. Go (do something)
DH: You know, I’ve been wondering for a long time…how did you and Jit become friends.
(that actually made me think for all of two seconds. Then I ignored it because my job today was really not to do too much bullshitting. I had a partner for that)
Galen: I’ve…always wanted to ask that too…
Jit: Same class lah, duh~ like how you and Teck Chye became friends right
DH: Oh, and how you (galen) and YY became friends right…
Galen: Wait…we ARE friends?
*is shocked by the revelation*
*remembers him trying to rape J. Lau*
*maybe not*
Jit: OK time to look for ppl with results the same as ours and copy answers.
See. So efficient.
Stupid clock overtime make me miss 04’s presentations.
Then again, when the questioning was about 10-15 min long without me around there wasn’t probably the need for all the hurry.
Ian: …Roommate, troll, boyfriend…ALSO TROLL
Meh SORRWEE. It wasn’t my fault Ms. Bay extended upon my ONE question.
Anyway. 30 minutes late for Math as a result. Jeremias was disappointed that I actually turned up at last.
Jeremias: OK Math GCT let me copy KTHX
Yup. Very disappointed.
Jeremias: ARGH HOW TO DO
Mr. Loo: It is a joy to see you work, Jeremias. It makes me feel so much better about myself.
I bet it does.
Jeremias: Hey Shreyas can lend me Yao Rui’s assignment?
Shreyas: How can I trust you with 1, 2,3 Assignments, when you can’t even handle ONE?
We have a term for when you borrow someone else’s assignment, and it turns up not handed up half a month later.
Shreyas: You’d better NOT Jeremias it, DUDE
Heehee. Once a Jeremias, always a…lot of people.
English Presentation…was good. Except the part where I forgot to ask all my questions dammit.
Joshua: Eh if can “kill” Jeremias…big catch man!
Nah. Indian too boss.
Shreyas: Hey! Sleepy head back there?
Shreyas: You! Yes, you the one who is hurriedly typing on your laptop. Could you close that? Thanks.
Badass dude. But, I just couldn’t let that slide without one-upping it, could I.
Chen Ge (i.e. the one who was owned by Shreyas)’s group member *looks at slide. For a VERY long time*
Me: So…are we supposed to wait for you, or do we read the slides ourselves?
For the Evulz.
And then, missing slide. Oh the horror.
Apparently the Journalism Club has planned a camp. And they are going to have to chase Mr. Chin for it. Hmm.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Hummingbird Heartbeat

Rushing the never-ending pile of work.
Isn’t fun, goddammit.
And for the first time I’m actually doing work for what I never had to do work for. At least, ever since…
But nevermind.
Some people liked the subtlety in my speech. Now I just have to remember enough of it to deliver the punch lines successfully. :D
But at least we all made full use of the time to prepare a speech draft properly.
Didn’t we.
I mean, even Jit completed his…proposal. In writing most readable. (V)
If we could have another debate. Thinking about it wasn’t comfortable, but…yea, fun while it lasted.
There could be less of the mudslinging involved, probably. But there’s the fun, see? (hear?)
Or maybe I’m just not cultured enough. Not like polar bears trapped in safety nets. (Come think of it, that’s something I’d like to see)
Raphael would make a good Communist Principal. :D
In the end we were late for ACE. Um. Yea.
Where Mr. Loo…admired my speech.
And discussed his hardworking-ness, among other things…
Mr. Loo: Just because I’m not seen working…doesn’t mean I’m not working!
Mr. Loo: Oh! It’s one—time to go “work”
And guess who I saw at the bus stop just a couple of minutes later?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Thks Fr Th Mmrs

Parade Commander forgetting that Singaporean Citizens took the Pledge. WTH
Mentoring with tarts :D.
A happy man I am.
Ji-hyun: DH PAY ME $2!
DH: OKOK! *slaps her hand* My hi-5 is worth $10, so now you owe me $8! GImme change! *slaps again* $18 now!
Ji-hyun: *throws mini-tantrum* gimme the money!
DH: OKOK, go out of the class for a while *takes his wallet and hides the money* YOU CAN COME IN NOW
Ji-hyun: So where’s my two dollars?
DH: Oh, I’m sorry! I ain’t got no money! I’m broke!
Ji-hyun: NO you must have hidden it in a pocket or something…
DH: Serious! *Pulls out side pockets* Nothing in there!
And then, instead of pushing for the money she…conveniently forgets about everything. Conveniently for DH.
Somehow DH got high marks for the nearly-month late practical. Granted it was entirely the fault of a certain continent, but still…
Mr. Soh: And now…we’ll use DH and Ansel, my favourite examples…if you were 0.1% different, you’d be just like DH!
One leaves with the impression of whether to consider this a disaster or not.
Bah Shutupid assignment. With shtupid graphs and stupid squirrels.
And why was the white allele selected against?
*the below is not meant to be racists in any way*
Hunters became color-blind. And shot only white squirrels.
A…racist virus developed. Against WHITE squirrels
A…Lincoln squirrel appeared, swore to free the grey squirrels and then…
*the above is not meant to be racist in any way*
Glad we got that straight. Other than the completely useless dominant allele present in 40%.
Simin on Seme-Uke Quiz: It’s just another quiz.
YAY THERE IS actually sound. And yes she is beautiful.
Debate preparations are fun.
Galen: What YOU Have to do, Shreyas, is after they’ve sold the product for a hundre bucks, you have to convince them they owe you money.
From one scammer to another…
How the Israelites won:
Jew 1: Hey, it’s the Syrian Air Force!
Jew 2: Oh…hmm those planes look familiar…
Jew 1: Of course. Remember that deal last week?
Jew 2: Oh, right. Hey, you remembered to replace those parts, right?
Jew 1: Nope. (Beat) I removed them.
Randomly shouting in a Chinese accent is amusing to some. Done right.
Peng Seng’s face when watching HyunA’s Bubble Pop DH’s serious business proposal=priceless
Class: LMAO
Mr. Loo: Hey Peng Seng you look stressed. Are you very stressed?
Class: No man he just had stress reliever
Wish Mr. Loo good luck in the Korean hair salon? :D

Burning in the Skies

Just the first day back.
Somehow after two weeks of holiday, it feels so right to be back at school. I suggest we break our holidays into two weeks each over the year. Just enough time for me not the get tired of either life.
*and just enough time for our teachers to decide that it’s the perfect time for us to finish up dozens of project so…maybe not, huh*
Yep. Quite right too.
According to Mr. Loo we’re a little slow. Oh dear.
And I managed to hand up a severely rushed Math Journal :D. Hopes I don’t fail utterly or something. :P After all, selling your soul for a pineapple tart is all well and all, but still…
Shit TWO Bio mindmaps for TWO topics. I’m going to throw myself off proverbial cliffs anytime soon.
*On slide*
Complete Dominance (Yep maybe this sounds just the littlest bit wrong): Pea Plants
Incomplete Dominance: Red Flower, Pink Flower, White Flower
Co-dominance: Dual-colored Flower, Large-assed horse, spotted cow
Cyrus: So…Flower+Cow=Horse? :D
Us and our antagonistic blood.
Dr. Low: When Simin who is Blood Type B donates blood to Galen who is Blood Type A, he will produce antibodies that ATTACK THEBLOOD ANDDESTROYS IT.
Ok Yea aggressive Future SC President too. Probably god sign.
Lethal Genes: If the homozygous genotype of the lethal gene is expressed the cat spontaneously aborts.
Galen: …POOF
OMG Huntington’s disease so evulz.
Huntington’s disease: HEHEH I’ll wait till he has children and then BOOMSHACKALAKA
At least Tay Sach’s has te good will to kill of these undesirables.
*hang on…*
OK YES maybe good doesn’t connect with KILL THEM ALL OFF AT 4 BWAHAHAHAH but it’s…all for da greater good? :D
Spontaneousity: What happens when a teacher dismisses an orderly class
And it goes on and on and on and on…
Till people are made to take the seme uke quiz as forced by Claire.
OK. Maybe just a very intimidated, philandering DH.
Who knew photo-taking with a couple of other hundred people would be so tiring.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Alligator Sky

Why am I posting on…Wednesday, of all things.
Oh well.
Actually no.
Since I have conveniently missed an entire week of posting because of various pursuits I guess I will just have to sit at the desk and twiddle my thumbs until a random thought comes to me.
Or at least have someone or something to distract me. I have quite a few things to be distracted by.
And then Daryl took away snacks, a couple of drink packets, and then forgot his own laptop charger. (V)
I seem to remember the time where the 987 Muttons were talking about random people waving at them. Who knew Daryl and friends were the ones doing the…knocking on the glass
Headlines as thought up by Raffles Institution:
Which brings us to…
Trainer: Although the Chihuahua is cute, I hope that any country’s publication would not have Man Bites Chihuahua as a Front Page Headline. It’d probably mean there is no better news to report upon.
Why would a man pick up a Chihuahua to bite it in the FIRST place?
Oh, the nerve of me.
Shall not say more.
Victoria: Quickly think up of a random word!
Me: Sex
Victoria: OK, maybe a word which will not have parents and teenagers writing in with complaints…
Me: No, teenagers will plead for more.
Yes I am sorry for my random suggestive suggestions.
And no, not that.
Oh, and about the part where a particular English teacher’s words carry more weight than others…
Jonathan: Put American midnight snack over that collection of fries and various fast food! Then put a person’s normal meal from other parts of the world over the healthy diet!
Berverly: Why are you so anti-american?
Jonathan: Because Americans are so fun to troll!
I reserve comment. OK. Maybe just the one American.
Caption for Chinese New Year article: FEEL THE WRATH OF MY PUSSY WILLOW
Me: Did you know that they are outside dancing to—*beat*that is so wrong on so many counts
Daryl and Jonathan:…Exactly!
I don’t exactly remember myself being so hyperactive in my lower years. Then again, one doesn’t expect anything less from those who can be obsessed with the complementary colors of a pie chart for the better part of half an hour. And one who laughs at generally everything, while the other thinks ShiNEE should be made an official color. Or something.
Jonathan:…So Mr. Chin left. To buy a waterproof camera!
Me: He probably saw breakfast. And decided against the wisdom of staying.
I left others to judge upon what constitutes wisdom.
Berverly: So did you get the same briefing last year?
Me: Probably not. Then again, I was probably not listening.
All praise me.
Cyrus: What if I wear camouflage print?
Safety in the camp must be…adhered to at all cost.
Brendan: *making an announcement about the Student Lounge opening on an extra day*…OH THE HORROR
Yes we all stand in shock and…face-palming-at-over-used-once-crowning-moment-of-retarded
Ah…Poor Galen. :P
*his problem. XD*
Today I went to school on a day I was actually supposed to have taken the day off. Not that it would matter ultimately, as the only lesson were Physics, Math and teacher-less English.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Never Come Back

…And it was this big.
(Yea, I promised but that’ doesn’t mean I can’t hint to it. I mean, we went to so much trouble trying to see it.)
Ms. Koo: DH, you are baring your midriff…and it is making me high…
Shyt I has to do commercial based on…fifteen techniques? :O
Advert shows: Hot girl with broken down car. Two guys come along in an SUV.
Guys just drive by.
“I’ve never ever seen a Toyota break down.”
“Hot girl” strips off mask to reveal some angry guy.
And then…
THAT fat girl in a bikini with her pet dog. And the message of the print ad was: Choose pets; they don’t choose?
(I’m sorry, but isn’t there some screwed up implication about the possible relationships on has with your pets when the girl is in a BIKINI, no less?)
Music. Oh. Right.
I like Dr. Wong’s red shirt XD
Dr. Wong: You’re so huge and you can’t even produce half the sound that Simin makes?
I think we can put him together with the practicing kids they might teach. Would make them feel better about themselves.
How come there were more 402 students than 403 students for ACE?
And why were we doing anything about interviews when the next interviews are probably a couple of years away.
(When everyone knows you just have to walk in like a boss)
Mr. Loo: The emphasis on interviews is all about the impression you make in the first twenty seconds. The way you walk in, shake the hand, how you dress…but everyone knows interviews are all about luck lah, sometimes I come out thinking shit I screwed it up, then—got through.
DH: How…Mr. Li made the interview ah?
Mr. Loo: Cos…first 20 seconds haven’t started speaking yet.
Class: LMAO
Jon Koo: So what’s your pornt?
Galen: Isn’t that really screwed, cos if you walk in with a suit, tie and everything, then you open your mouth and…
Me: Start speaking like this (in fake baby-high voice of a certain person two years older than us. Oh, and that douchebag hairstyle)
Mr. Loo: Eh I where got insult you? I only say people who play music are either gay or good-looking. Pick one.
Jeremias: Unfair lah Mr. Loo dunnid to pick. He’s both.
Lim Jeck doesn’t shower for…a week. Man…
Mr. Loo: Keat Mun will like try and say something. After I tell him to repeat himself 5 times he just ignores me. And then suddenly come up to hijack my laptop while I just…look skywards.
Someone: Never stop him meh?
Mr. Loo: How to stop huh?


TO be taken note of for assemblies not in the hall: It is always amusing to watch the flag raiser opposite Simin. At super slow speeds, and managing to get the flag tied up at the top, I can say that she nearly outdid DH and the epic leg-shaker.
Now let’s not insult the two SJAB people. You can’t go any better from raising an upside down flag.
Ms. Fong: 402 and 403 will proceed back to your classes, where your mentor will continue doing the one-to-one session.
Hmm. I wonder what 403’s mentor does in the mentoring sessions.
(Hey he actually came. Must be a first. :O)
It seems to be getting really mathematical, though.
Mr. Soh: As they say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” But three weeks is a bit too long, and I can see that many of you are trying not to be sad at not seeing me for three weeks. I’m trying to hold back tears too. *rubs eyes*
19-92. Shoot moon four times in two games. With people. :D
Will stop being too pro at Risk. Or at least play with no alliances next time.
How fast can one do a Chinese poster?
Or discuss randomly unrelated historical Chinese stuff with the Chinese teacher?
Some questions ought not be answered.
Oh, right. Like questions in Pei-pei-vui.
DH: I wish we could just…bring this machine which we know best back to the lab.
We’d never spend a minute asleep.
Which might not always be the best case in IRP, considering we spend our time making fun of people who happen to be not around anymore and getting freaked out by me.
DH will never want to hear another story from me again. I think.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Story Of Us

Sometimes living so close to school rocks hard. ~YEA~
Our class probably just keeps breaking new ground. The other Friday we made Mr. Loo drift to the here fore unknown zone of taking the math lesson to its full course.
(and the other-other Friday we made him drift to somewhere near anger. Hurm)
And then we’re…back to the average business. Like, three examples in one lesson which leads to the lesson ending 45 minutes early. Hurm.
Somewhere in the interestingly extended break Jit was attempting to study for biology for the first time since he heard of the quiz.
Me: Didn’t you say you were going to study last night?
Jit: *looks at me*
Me: Oh…right.
You pretty much know what to expect from him in that domain.
On the other hand, discussing the ridiculous results of our year is pretty…fun, to say the least.
Jit: How much you got for PSLE Lim Jeck?
Jit: Shit I only got 260 eurgh time to poke you!
Me: DH got, like 272 man!
LJ: Argh! No! *goes to poke him*
DH: Yu Han got…282 man!
Me: not too much man, only 19 marks more than you
Jit: Whaddya expect from a guy who LOST TO KENDRICK
Joshua Chew: LOL in the future Lim Jeck will put IMO 2nd place, SMO 1st place, but Kendrick will just put BEAT LIM JECK BEFORE
Why Simin came to NUS High:
Simin: Cos…school is nearer!
Chew: No man, you came to DSA camp and saw Gabriel—OH! THAT Guy!
Air-conditioning at long last.
I was stewing in the weather.
And then during the screwed up quiz only TWO AIR-CONDITIONERS WERE ON. GOOD LORD
Maybe I should move in with Jit. I wonder how a polar bear’s natural environment feels like. Hmm.
So today we were doing stem cells. Them being important isn’t too important actually, unless you count the fact that most stem cells are drawn in a cartoonish manner, and have a permanently raised-eyebrow expression that seems to suggest it’s a stuck-up little prick that can do anything.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I wonder if you can get severe irradiation from a laser pointer.
In that case I’m glad I’m not the one being pointed at.
Embryonic stem cells are obtained from…well, duh, embryos. Which are…
Dr. Low: YOUNG AND INNOCENT! *swings arms back and forth*
One might pause to think about whether stem cells can be implanted straight to the skin. Then maybe one day you can find little hands growing out of your arms :D
That’s definitely just me.
Surprisingly the relief Chinese teacher goes slower than WJ. Then again, Chinese teachers never cease to amaze me.
I can’t recall much of chemistry. Maybe it has something to do with the twenty people to the left of me during the lesson. One is understandably a little squashed under those circumstances.
It’s funny how after you survive “Guts”, retelling the story to other people again and again is especially amusing. If only I could remember all the descriptives.
But I suppose it could only be called and appetizer, especially then Claire and Cyrus were getting ready to read 120 Days of Sodom later on.
Nicholas Ho’s performance was, well, pure technical brilliance. Perhaps he was pissed off that the piano was too narrow for him to display more skill.
(But, couldn’t you just play the piece at the speed they were meant to be?)
Watching him play the violin was amusing, though. *smiles*
Hearing his encore pieces, especially the single-hand effort, was amazing. XD

Friday, August 12, 2011

Who Says

Life, the high school and everything.
The life of a high school student. Ah well.
I still can’t help putting my hands in the air and…OK yea I’ve mentioned it like twice or thrice already. In a week of two days. :D EXTENDED HOLIDAY YEA BABY.
Add that joy to the confirmation letter Mr. Loo gave us.
DH *waits for Claire to walk past* *talks about how Claire could scratch him up*
*Claire turns around*
Me and Jit: LMAO
I wonder why he never comes to morning mentoring sessions. Ah well. I’m not complaining.
Next week is, though, more or less going to kill us. Through Bio Monday Chem Thursday Physics Thursday…Oh yea. Math. Friday. And maybe PPV on Tuesday for a select few noobs. Select few meaning the other three-quarters of my class. :P
Physics 2-hour lesson.
Ms. Li: I also cannot stand shouting at you FOR 2 HOURS!
One now remembers the preparation for Ms. Li’s entrance by Galen. i.e. playing of the Chinese National Anthem, in many different musical instruments, on the electronic piano.
Ms. Li: Why you keep on playing my country’s national anthem?!
*Last Monday. Yea it’s long ago I know*
The benefits of eth—cleansing.
OK never mind. Seriously.
Yea. OK where was I. Physics?
Ms. Li: And fleming’s Left Hand Law is like this…NO NOTLIKE THAT JIT
Jit: Wut?
Here I leave the viewers and the informed to imagine the orientation of his thumb, middle and index finger.
Not counting the various much more creative ways we named the different fingers using the labels F, M and C. Hmm.
Math and Mr. Loo’s new girl which YJ and friends were trying to identify.
Joining Jit in the silent “mugger” chant.
Watching Shreyas kill cows.
Hearing Mr. Loo challenge Jeremias to a smackdown at four for just being TOO retarded (as usual)
Jeremias: I bring JOHN HUANG
Mr. Loo: I bring Keat Mun!
Jeremias: GG he’ll just ignore me man
Mr. Loo: I put a burger on you!
Jeremias: I eat so fast he can’t even smell it!
Mr. Loo: Then I SPREAD PEANUTBUTTER ON YOU (GG that sounds kinda sick)
Jeremias: It’s OK I HUGYOU
For the lulz.
Galen reading Cyrus’s speech is fun.
Cyrus: Yea I know it’s boring. But my specialty is in innuendos!
Galen: WTH kind of a specialty is that?!
DH: That’s fine! I can help you add it in your speech…BIG PENISES. I REPEAT, BIG PENISES
*Claire attacks*
Galen: OK let’s incorporate some innuendos for Cyrus’ benefit…he makes it short and sweet (or something to that extent)…
GG there’s an English essay test?
And it happens to have exactly the same boring questions?
Claire: Ms. Koo, The questions are boring.
Someone: Now then you say
Claire: Just thought you needed reminding…
Ms. Koo: OK the next time we English teachers think up questions for essays we’ll invite Claire to share her suggestions, OK?
Claire: Hmm…Bad idea…
Jeremias: Ya lor the ideas that she give a lot of people cannot do le
Jit: Jeremias a lot of people…
Or when you have the teacher with cradle-snatching tendencies?
Ms. Koo (to Jit): Everyday I look at you, cos you’re in the front, you look cuter and cuter!
Everyone in general: :O
Ms. Koo: Didn’t I say? I’m a cradle snatcher!
Me: This kind of cradle also want to snatch…
DH: Claire could you stand somewhere where I can see you? It’s so uncomfortable with you standing behind my back while…I’m…writing…
(Ms. Wong: I know WHO to put behind DH! Claire!
Jit: Kiss goodbye to your neck :P)
Through a thorough observation…
DH: Eh Yu Han can help me take over to listen to her?
Me: :O DOOD *sees Galen counting* Hey Galen what are you counting?
Galen: Number of “and then”s
Shi Ni:AND THEN…AHAHAHAHAHAHA *starts pinching and beating DH*
Abusive retards…belong with abusive retards.
DH: Cyrus you know Shi Ni talks like this and…and then AHAHAHAHAHA *pinches her*
Shi Ni: AHHH *ultrasonic scream*
Cyrus and me: Ow…
Reading into the lines of Jonathan’s possible interview with Dr. Hang for winning a nondescript award with a couple of other hundred of nondescript people is fun.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Love You Like a Love Song

National Day was…good? At least all the fainting was confined to one cobbled-together-at-the-last-moment house. :P
I mean, anything would have been better than the walking contingent XD
OK, jokes about the 43rd contingent of Domestic Helpers aside…
(Ji Hyun: AH MY GLASSES MY GLASSES *freaks out*)
Oh, yea. That too. How do your glasses drop from your face while marching off anyway?
Still. It felt so much like a Monday this morning. Bah.
*over National Day*
Shi Ni: I can entertain you at my house or you can continue gaying at Galen’s house
Me: So…which option did you choose?
Leetle Boy raising National Flag: *jerkjerkjerkjerk* to random point above middle of flagpole *starts shaking in the knees while National Song proceeds* oh crap it’s gonna finish? *jerkjerkjerk*
If he doesn’t have a heart attack soon, I probably will.
Chinese=Mass copying in effect. Well, what did WJ expect us to do when he hasn’t even started TEACHING the topic in question?
Health checksome slacking???-->Profit
DH’s Basketball training plan:
1. Do a simple dribble. Back and forth, back and forth…
2. Now go low on the ground and keep the ball as low as freaking possible with your hands in front of your body, behind your back, for as long as possible…
Galen: Dood that’s like after I teach you to balance the ball on your bat in table tennis…then YOU DO THE SMASH HIYAHHH!
Jit: DH must have took it
Me: He doesn’t even measure our rotted plants!
Jit: Oh then must be NAT! OR SHREYAS
Me: WTF?!
Jit: Noobs quick return Yu Han’s ruler.
OK, I understand I had FIVE at first, but somehow my army’s been whittled down to ONE. WTH.
Physics MagnetismIn-class assignment next weekTEST nextnext week We die really soon.
Then again, a week of holidays at the end of August SOUNDS GREAT OH YEA XD
Ms. Wong: Claire, Rapahel, Yao Rui, Joshua and Cyrus, please go and change…
Ms. Wong: Claire! First back. OK now who do you bet will be last.
Probably the one who takes twice the time to shower as a girl.
One wonders whether he’s so stoned he can’t even change straight.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Love Love

Five-day weekend next week WOOT
~I don’t want this weekend to end~ *Take MC on Thursday and Friday=nine day hol GGGG :D
OK. Yea. Safety Training test sometime in the future. Who cares, obviously.
SHIT Ms. Li came. If she hadn’t we’d have two hour break + Math/break + English + CCA =WIN FOR FRIDAY WOOT.
She came.
Ms. Li: I am going to complete this entire set of notes by today!
Dunno who: Are you nuts?
As it turned out, she didn’t. One wonders why.
Ms. Li: Because the test has to be done after the assignment which can be done only after I finish teaching you, and if I don’t finish by today the test will have to be pushed to the last week of Term 3, which is virtually nothing with sports day, teacher’s day celebration, teacher’s day…
Galen: And Presidential Election Holiday.
WOOT August Holiday+++
We actually achieved a whole new record of having a whole two hours of proper math. In between Nicole sleeping across two tables (Mr. Loo: Can you get up and…sleep elsewhere?) with Jit trying to poke her (Mr. Loo: Jit, stop flirting), Jit mocking SImin for being a noob for not being able to work under the pressure of two people staring over her (Mr. Loo: With such a test working environment, I think exam will be no kick already) , a break (Mr. Loo: OK take 30s break while I sniff my ass-water), Jeremias doing very inappropriate actions (Mr. Loo: It’s…OK. Just the usual greeting from my frenemy) , Nicole massacring Raphael armed with a pen/pencil (Mr. Loo: Eh Raphael, get up, stop disgracing the Loo family), me trying to fly with a dead penguin XD…yea. GREAT SUCCESS.
Mr. Loo: Jeremias what you doing?
Jeremias: Doing what I do best like you told me!
Mr. Loo: What? SMS-ing hot girlfriend ah?
Me: He got girl to SMS?
Mr. Loo: Eh you don’t laugh ok, later he got a hot girlfriend—
Jeremias: Like Mr. LOO
Mr. Loo: :O
Mr. Loo: I was just going to say you could have a hot girlfriend and then you give me this kind of…aiyah…
Me: LMAO self-own noob
English. Air-conditioned Seminar Room. ~YAY~
*when preparing freely for a speech*
Ms. Koo: DH! Turn off!
DH: You can’t turn me off, man, when I open my mouth you just gotta listen to what I have to say…
GG Galen’s speech so epic. With all its square moons, unicorns and baby-faced sun-ness. :D
GG Shreyas so pro.
Shreyas: And therefore, we MUST eliminate the INDIAN RACE! That doesn’t mean you have to eliminate me, Singaporean Indians are still OK, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to die.
Tseren: Like, what have you seen on stomp?
DH: Oh, like the guy being hit in the balls with the high heel shoes. He think he balls of steel, just stay there and take it, just say ow so pain. If I were him I guard my balls and run away…
YJ: *Can’t stop laughing*
Simin:…or a person beaten up in a lousy ambulance
SO…Gavel Club can’t run without its oft-missing President? Yer wot.
I still think the SAF will be providing contrast. Especially as Faraday’s bringing up the rear.
Galen: *while eating crappy vegetarian food* It’s 620 ah, don’t be late.
Me: *thinks* you the one who’s busy eating.
And Happy Birthday Shi Ni with your >$10.00 pig and not-so-mini-me. :P
Shi Ni: I can give it to you, DH! Hang it on your wall!
DH: Oh god no, later I wake up get heart attack instantly BLAM

Thursday, August 4, 2011

What I've Done

Matrix rip-offs that make for idiot-friendly playing and thus waste lots of my time *grumblegrumblegrumble*
So, we were discussing how the speech in uber-cheem Chinese wordage was most probably not made by Dr. Hang. Well, obviously. In following with the complete originality of our Asian power brokers. Unlike, of course the West when the media zooms iin to identify cheating on a speech by Sarah Palin, specifically to make her look stupid.
Then again, it may not have been so much as specific. Just one of the thirty-two hundred reasons why it is most likely not a good idea to have a woman that can see Russia from her house as your leader.
Back to the topic at hand today: speeches.
WJ: The reason I am teaching you is that although it is commonly known that you have to choice to not pick speeches in the major examinations, the SEAB may just sneakily put two speech questions just for the kick of it. Then those students taught by teachers who specifically just teach official letters would fail.
Jit: Hmm that after that year, if you say your O Level grade for HMT is above B3, can immediately tell you are lying, Getting a 0 for 10% of the paper can do that.
WJ: Of course, the moment that happens the teachers will be drilling speeches all day long…
Aikido. Soft-style. With a final fight sequence oddly resembling gang fights in all movies where you absolutely don’t have to worry about the threatening 20 people because they’ll come at you one at a time. *imparts television wisdom*
What is wrong with people today. A group promoting paedophilia, and a man arrested for stealing…$2
NO PHYSICS :D=Ambulances in the house. Human ambulances. XD
Galen: I think I can trust DH with doing the graph
Jit: You sure you can trust him with ANYTHING?
DH: Duh I can do that
*some time later*
Me: More like a worst fit line hurm
Jit: Told you he couldn’t be relied on. XD

Take a Ride With Me

Half-exciting day.
Maybe more exciting if Dr. Wong had approved my leaving early. But oh well.
English :D. Speech proposal :D.
Ms. Koo: If the government would give 500K for a child, I’d have babies in no time!
I’d do whatever too if the government was willing to spend that much on increasing the population through birth rates. Unfortunately they realized that importing people was much cheaper.
*Justin Bieber was allowed to drive? Seriously?*
Galen: Eh I can’t read the comments WTH does this say?
Dr. Wong: Don’t look at me I can’t read my own handwriting either.
GG. Over the rainbow with multicolored Boomwhackers. One has to appreciate the irony.
So much handouts T.T two files probably won’t be enough.
Lesson planning. Hurm. For a 30 minutes lesson. GG. For students in Year Two. HOLY…
DH almost failed except for the fact that…hmm…
From a really failure of a game we learnt the most suitable plan for Singapore. In other words, if Jit Wu was Prime Minister…
Plan for Singapore
OK. We got 5 trillion in the reserves. The first thing we need to know is that public is NOT a word in our dictionary. All you need is a HUGE CASINO that covers the ENTIRE CITY. One trillion for that!
Next, I’m privatizing everything. THOSE WHO CAN’T AFFORD IT CAN GO LIVE IN THE SLUMS! One more trillion for that
WHO NEEDS WATER. We’re, like, SURROUNDED by it, man!
Oh, right, my city isn’t defended well enough. No kick, we’ll construct a mega-large air base with planes a tenth the size of our country!
OK, we have absolutely no industries and I have no idea how we’re still generating money to keep this up but NEVERMIND THAT. While we’re at it I think we should help our younger generation with a space age school. :D
I think our tourists need a nicer place to stay. CRYSTAL PALACES, Coming right up!
The way this goes, there might be people approaching him for official city running advice. GG.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


*will elaborate later*
“The Student Council Supporter’s Committee would like to make an announcement”
“There will be an LTA debate this—“
*Phone locks*
GG for the Lulz
During Mentoring/Break we discussed the uselessness of DH in…one of those departments in Council.
Galen: So what do you have?
DH: The flag, the cheer, the…
Galen: OK so what did you do? Printing?
DH: No man, Mrs. Chong will be helping us print…I did the design!
Me: So what does the flag look like?
DH: it’s just some simple thing with…our school logo…and some colour…
Me Jit and Galen: LMAO well thought out.
Biological bead sorting…that takes 2 hours. Stupid genetic drift bah.
I shouldn’t try what my body size was not built to do easily. Such as, balancing upon steel poles. Not that falling to death one day is a great idea and all, but parkour just isn’t amajor concern right now.
On the other hand, the ability to handle hot metal for extended periods of time…(yes I’m looking at you Tiong. Noob.)
(on a side note, imagine what Claire would do is she could take all that rope)
Yan Sheng has musical talent…to interrupt . :D
*to be sounded whenever Lim Jeck is near*
“*halo-ish glowing sound. Holy/Gregorian chant”
Productive Chinese. Wow. DH noob trying to diss my answers right.
Un-productive Math. Well, actually for me mainly. Safety concerns ensure I will not elaborate.
(I mean, since when was math productive…hurm?)
And…on to our most productive session at IMRE. Aha.
Given that we were not, this time at least, led astray by one particular woman. XD
But still.
Dr. Nikolai: And Daniel will be presenting what he has learnt to his school mates tomorrow, so I have let you be his…mock audience (you have no idea how ironic that word becomes later) and the best thing is…he agreed.
Daniel: *smiles uber-dorky smile*
DH: *pfft*
Daniel: *starts talking*
DH couldn’t even string a full question. As I said, straight faces need the training.
DH: *to really tall Polish guy we’re working with* Have you studied for the test tomorrow?
Carl (I think): Of course *shakes his head*
Me: Is that supposed to mean…yes or no…
Carl (shakes head)
DH: OK Very good!
Carl: Ah, but I can test you. Which rule are we breaking now.
DH: *looks around* Professor not in lab! Wow heng I could get that correctly
Me: Along with lack of gloves, safety boots, goggles, lab coat…
DH: Dayumm how many demerit points is that…we’ll have to give a seminar!
Me: We’re not doing anything productive here man…should go and get a coffee or something…
DH: Good idea! The only machine I am most familiar with is…the coffee dispenser!
Carl: It’s free, you can get as much as you like…
DH: Eh than how we get back in?
Me: *sees unlatched door* oh…ok…
Carl: And that’s another rule broken…
*after going out and having Dr. Nikolai ignoring us completely while in deep discussion*
Tseren: CookiecookiecookieHAHA
*in pantry*
Me: OK let’s see…5 packets should be good *adds sugar* *adds sugar* *adds more sugar*
DH: WTH man you’re gonna get diabetes. Later if you go for blood donation the nurses are going to wonder WTH there are sugar granules going up the tube.
*some time later*
DH: OK I’m not feeling too well. Maybe it’s too much creamer…
(And I haven’t even added our discussions of the US debt, how Germany is doing so well in a shitpit called Russia, how we gotta get the right out of Singapore ever enters a war *Singapore and Norway have always been very good friends* and…balding. Mmhmm.)
DH’s brother pick-up line no.37: If the girl’s correct, then I wanna be wrong, so I can be incorrect!
Me: What if the girl’s a blonde?
DH: She’d probably go ur?...Why’d you wanna be wrong?...Are you stupid?

Monday, August 1, 2011


The only worse thing than a Monday, is to have another Monday right after it.
By Raghav, I think. You can’t help but honour wise words.
In any case, I didn’t have to suffer the ignomity of a first Monday. Oh no. That was spent listening to one really awesome old dude deadpanning for over half a dozen hours :D
Mr. Ang: Because I whole day long using latex gloves, now my hand is…not so good quality already, girlfriend dun dare to hold.
Class: *sniggers*
Mr. Ang: Only my wife dare to touch.
It was a more or less good “Monday”. Now if only there wasn’t the matter of the test two days later…or the thousands of dollars at stake every step we take inside IMRE. Yea.
But still.
Math test first thing in the morning.
Me: *opens door to…darkness* *sees Jazlene sleeping across the chairs*
In relation to Jit and Peng Seng stretching their legs across chairs during and before the test.
As usual we fooled around a little. For example, on the issue of being definite or not when confirming the attendance for OBS. Hee.
(It was pretty darned easy to be honest. Oh gods)
*suddenly halfway*
*Yao Rui’s brother’s class passes*
Jazlene: The effects of too much canteen food LOL
Rapahel: *Sluuurrrp*
Jazlene: *sluurrrppp!*
Nicole: *sluuurrrpppp!*
The intricacies of cacophony. In a test.
And then I saw the graded class task. GGGG. Fortunately for the benefits of asking for help. XD
Biology=2hr long practical.
Trying hard to get Galen to pair with me and ditch DH and Jit. XD
Why the Bio lab has only two fume hoods :O
Galen: :O DH WTH did you do to our leaf?!!! *looks horrified at a completely white leaf* You’re supposed to shake it enough NOTTILL ITDIES
DH: Hmm Oops :P
Dr. Low/Lab tech: Yea…it’s dead.
Galen: NUUUU
*sometime later*
Galen: Why you no tell me when you finish using CYRUS (I think it’s just one more excuse to touch him)
Me: Cos I KS :P
Ended up…25 minutes late for Chemistry GGGG
YJ: Can you go through again?
Ms. Wong: I, like, went through in 5 minutes just 5 minutes ago :O
YJ: Can you go through the buffer again?
Ms. Wong: …OK those with questions ask me after class
*did I miss anything? WTH is maximum buffering capacity?*
Chinese. No teacher. Or not
Mr. Chua: Do your Paya Lebar Methodist Girl’s school paper! *goes back to laptop*
The STARVING DH: *tries to sneak out of class*
Mr. Chua: *looks up*
DH: *shyt* *goes back*
*sometime later after the one playing HUNGER GAMES has succeeded in not dying of starvation*
DH: *eats…something*
Mr. Chua: If you want to eat, make sure you can share with the class!
DH: *pauses* OK Yao Rui pass down
Hmm. So I ended up not doing work because one water-spraying crazed kid was…being mature next to me. Take my cap summore.
In assembly…
*girl with glittery costume appears*
Host (or something): what is that?
Mak: She is beautiful/hot/something to that extent
*wrong answer: it should be a Twilight vampire DUNDUNDUNDUN*
The Monkey just went on, and on, and on, and…HEY WASN’T THE STICK BLACK AT FIRST
*theme song for biggest villain starts*

Sunday, July 31, 2011

I'm Into You

There is usually hardly anything to talk about on Wednesday.
Yea, perhaps if there were more lessons on that day. But I’m not arguing. :D
Ms. Koo managed to beg Ms. Bay not to grade the formative essay :D. For the good of all of us. It helped that 404 didn’t take it seriously either. Thanks, 404 :D
But those were some screwed up questions they couldn’t really expect us to answer seriously. Right. Right?
(Maybe Mr. Chin was a bigger factor. I dunno XP)
I, em, don’t really get how my views somehow make sense and not be enough to constitute a full essay at the same time. But at the moment I’ll roll with makes sense. Fuzzier.
In music test I did worse than the one who excels at this kind of thing. D:
Best in 403 < Best in 406 by 10. GGGG. Guess who had Bonus +1.5 :O
~Ansel are you retarded? Why are you laughing to yourself?~
Reminds me so much of:
~Jit Wu? Do you have special needs?~
For the uninformed, he was slapping his…whatever. Yea. Will leave that you your imagination…or do you not want to.
They whirlwind-ish way that Dr. Wong is going through the notes, I think I’m better off reading them myself. Bah.
Assembly. To be done without next week cos of a childish NE quiz. :D
Don’t you love it when the presenter tells cold jokes to a completely unreceptive audience?
But there are always saving graces:
*Aristotle walks out of Auditorium*
Mr. Uy (yeah cool name rite XDDD): Do you ppl often just walk out of a talk like that?
GG ppl are mugging in preparation for Math test…early next morning. :O
One more blog post. I promise

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Moves Like Jagger

James leaving tomorrow. Probably forever.
And I can’t send him off T.T
*and please don’t end up on the first floor at the bottom of a tall building. Or I will say noob James for the last time :O*
Yea. Emo stuff aside.
Today we had Koreans over. And for some very strange reason Dr. Hang chanced upon an email praising our students to the…whatever. Just praising our students. *wonders why*
Not that the achievements of our Singapore IMO team should be belittled. ALL HAIL THE LIM JECK.
Ah, the glory of gifting glass plates.
Biology=Math. Hurm.
Quadratic squares, formulas, and percentage calculations, among other things.
THE Lim Jeck: Hurm
And, for once, the crowning moment of funny:
Mr. Soh: DH has straight hair while Ansel has curly hair. So imagine if DH and Ansel got together and reproduced…
Class: :O How is that…
Mr. Soh: Imagine that DH is the female…
Mr. Soh: Now since straight hair is dominant, assume both of them are homozygous so DH will be represented by, big asS and big S, while Ansel is represented by small s and small s. Then their offspring will be…
Me: Big S and small s. *smirks*
Mr. Soh: Yea. Asymmetrical.
O. M. G. XD
Surprisingly not much was achieved during the 2 hour break except killing cuties and shifting 3D graphs and telling Lim Jeck that 12<26/2 :O Oh the horror.
Yea maybe I should try O2 jam someday. If I could get used to a keyboard. X.X
Chinese…erm…discussion of words. Amazingly something was done. XD besides discussing what DH would feel like if Shi Ni did a Jazlene.
*who, as of latest today, has collected $13K. WTFFF*
*time to call her dude for a week. XD*
*it seemed to amuse WJ*
Because the naise Dr. was not in the lab, I was wondering about life-changing choices in days ahead.
So I got DH to open the back gate for me after managing to scam Shi Ni about some values and mostly watching interesting banter between DH and Shi Ni.
*abusive relationship. Tsktsk. Not that I help much*
DH: You need to slap her on the other side to balance things out
Me: Her face’s all red already I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway XD
So much angst in 408 :O
Concluding in a discussion about exactly how few people in our school are…normal.
*will be watching for the day Simin knives Jit for poking her every Math lesson. Heheh*
Random fact: The newly minted shaolin monk has nine dots…in a row on the top of her head. XD
NUU MY $18

Monday, July 25, 2011

Who's That Girl

Hard school of thought does…nothing in the aspect of random memory. JUST CAN’T REMEMBER THURSDAY D:.
Bah. Mentoring. Also slipped out of my mind. Probably due to random-ness in assembly.
*in a section not intended to be insulting in anyway, let’s see what the Japanese students/principal could have been thinking during the assembly*
Wei Ren: And now the principals of the two schools will exchange tokens of appreciation
Japanese Vice-Principal: :O Wastu my timo give me such a stupidu cheaposkato glassu platu. I go back immediately smashu on the floor.
Dr. Hang: Remember not to come to school on Monday!
Japanese students: :O Whatu kindu fukotu upotu school isu thisu?
Dr. Hang: …Singapore has met with great success…NUS High School has played a significant role in helping Singapore rose up above the…blahblahblahblahblahdyblahblahblah.
I couldn’t think of more…obvious way to blow the trumpet in front of the third group of representatives in a week.
Physics. Hmm. With a laptop just free for use, anything can happen. Hmm.
Except that it happened to be a crappy laptop which couldn’t accept any hardware. Bah. I mean, even the mouse?! :O
Math=very naise. We actually did proper work.
*why the tone and looks of surprise?*
Mr. Loo: Eh Tseren if you on then I end the lesson now!
Tseren: :O D:
Mr. Loo: I make it sweeter…add five to yours?
Tseren: Er…you heard how many I can do for NAPFA?
Mr. Loo: *suddenly hesitant* erm…No…
Tseren: *thinks for a bit* OK ON
Mr. Loo: *whispers to Chew* Eh how many can he do ah?
Chew: *whispers back*
Mr. Loo: Standard?
Chew: Yea…
Mr. Loo: OH ok I suddenly realized I have an appointment…
*all of us herd them to pull up-bars*
Mr. Loo: *does 22* OK dun wanna do anymore
Tseren: *tries his best and hits…21*
Mr. Loo: *victory lap*
GG gay buff ppl.
Damn and for a few seconds I thought with Mr. Chin in charge, the test would be MCQ.
Didn’t matter for the 15 minutes I took anyway.
One hour CCA :D
And my brother is marching under the hot sun wearing a freaking SWEATER.
One bald person in school come tomorrow.
Will be interesting.
Now, time to beat at least two cheapskates. The cash I chanced upon should come in handy.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Friday is Forever

You know the sinking feeling when you realize you’ve come to attempt two things at once and will definitely fail miserably at both of them?
Wednesday’s like that. I mean, what else do you get from a day that has too many unnecessary letters in it?
On Tuesday night I rushed home after the lab visit intending to do the poster in two hours somehow at the expense of my individual essay.
Sometime at eleven thirty or so I realized the irony of producing a completely unaesthetic poster for, of all things, a project of aesthetics.
Ah well. At least I liked the process of ripping it up. Completely therapeutic, if not for the fact that the individual essays were due tomorrow and I hadn’t finished number three.
Trying to rush it out in English didn’t exactly help, seeing as Ms. Koo was conveniently away, leaving Mr. Chin in charge, which isn’t the best of decisions at the best of times.
Halfway through I kind of gave up and tried hedging my bets by doing some last minute revision for music, before getting distracted by prettily coloured explosions. *ooh*
So…bah. Nothing accomplished, kind of. Even playing Nuclearoids failed. Kind of.
Then again, revising before the test wouldn’t have made me feel any better. Maybe worse, if there hadn’t been 40-50 minutes of open book which kind of ensured a pass at least. :D
Also, by fobbing off Dr. Wong with a “fake” virtual poster we earned an extra week. :D
Then again, Dr. Wong notices the small things. Observed as the tiny, unobtrusive wrong module code at the top left hand corner of one poster was pointed out, while the one slap-bang in the middle of the poster with colour, was conveniently…ignored.
Mr. Loo’s a betting man. ‘Nuff said.
Poor thing for being completely ignored by us during ACE
We were so good during ACE that our foreign students gladly volunteered their stories of being racially discriminated against. *nods*

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Your Love Is My Drug

…and all that jazz.
You know it’s good news when your (one of the best on earth) mentor/math teacher comes into class and announces the replacement of the Mentoring period with Math class because he can’t make it for the time.
I’ll take a 3-for-1 deal anyday :D
So yea, after doing a lab practical with laptops and little…graboids, one really does get the full feel of evolution. Not.
Yea, either that or have a good conversation while typing out the answers at the very same time. Which, included, not in order, DH’s obsession with NBA (DH: Eh no lor now I check very short only man! Galen: Yea, like, a reduction for an hour upwards in the past) Sooraj’s pro strategy in ball games which I can’t forget (Jit: Sooraj just…snatches the ball out of Ruth’s hand when she was on the same team. We were all like WTFH while he told us, “SKILL man!”) and all the various references to boat drivers and whether or not there should be an annoying prick at the side offering meaningless advice when the captain is perfectly capable of doing the task by himself (Galen: so I need you to shut the hell up, DH)
Ah. The joys of two hours under MOE officials’ supervision.
Did you know a barnacle has a penis 30 times its body length? Really puts new meaning to the term offshoot.
Later on, while trying to copy a section of words having a font size of 8 downwards, I was wondering about the irony as the MOE official observed that the words we were typing in the lab (font 11) was too small.
Supposedly we were to take advantage of this long break to do something about the music poster. I was distracted by grand battle strategy and dreams of world domination.
Risk makes everything sound more glorious than it really is. And more.
Tuesday was an important lesson. Of sorts. Never accompany your buddy accompanying his girlfriend. I mean, playing gooseberry is all well and fine, but when you end up twice as far as where you had hoped to end up…
Me: Hey DH, we’re supposed to be here *points at IMRE due south* and we’re here *points at bus-stop smack north of the campus*
DH: *has that oh-shit-amusing expression*
Me: Why didn’t I go by myself while you accompanied her?
DH: Cos it wouldn’t have…looked good if we showed up at different times, so suck it up! It’s all part of the package!
Me: And exactly what part of the package did I gain from?
DH: You…got to ask her questions for the interview?
Me: all of one of them, which she refused to answer in a bitchy voice.
But it’s okay. What are brothers for?
*lots of gossiping at IMRE*
Ah. Um yes. Thanks for helping me carry the box of 62 markers for some time. In your bag. XD

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Makes Me Wonder

Haven’t blogged for days because of Music. ARGGH Cardinal sin.
I correct my mistakes.

“More wine?”

He raised his eyebrows at me across the room. “What’s with that tone, son? Afraid I can’t take it?” He smirked, and traced his finger about the rim of the empty glass, the ring both a request and a reminder.

“Of course not. Right away.” Waving to Sybil, I bade her to collect one of our best bottles. After all, the fact that Dad would even deign to make the effort to visit me down at my place was a rare occasion in itself, and I hardly wanted to fall out again over a small issue such as drinks over dinner.

“You’ve acquired…quite a few more wrinkles since the last time we met, if you do pardon me saying so. Busy times at work?”

He raised a hand to his face with just a hint of self-consciousness. “Really?” I felt rather than heard my father’s sigh. “Oh well. Old age does that, I guess. I mean, what with global warming, crashing economies, and the crazy things world leaders get up to these days.” He glared over the glass at me. “No thanks to you, of course.”

I smirked, opening a window to look at the live feed from Libya, seeing the flashes of falling bombs, rifle reports, hearing the screams of the innocent. Placed my hand against the glass, a black patch against the crimson skies.

“I thought you loved them.” I whispered.

“Not enough to interfere.”

“Then…can I?”

“Come on. I’m not that old yet.”

Monday, July 18, 2011

Ready to Go

Argh. SO tired every day. Can’t even remember what I want to remember.
They. Lost. :X. Not really the same kind of feeling when we did, but it’s, like the same sense of helplessness when you’re just standing on the sidelines and unable to really contribute anything except much sympathy for those who were involved.
Ah well. Better luck next year? (again?) I mean, exactly how many times can we do that as NUS High School of Math and Science? :P
Jit: WTF r they thinking put NUS High and Raffles together in the first round?
Life’s like that, eh? Maybe we’ll all learn a lesson from this.
Least, I hope the dress code was comfortable. For those involved. :D
Being emo on other people’s part aside, watched HP7 on Saturday. Gained closure. Not that it wasn’t good, but Hermione’s new hair style and the snogging scene everyone’s been waiting for…didn’t have the same feel as I was expecting it to be. But Harry x Voldermort (V)
(Not used to talking about myself for a change, so please bear with the utter and complete awesomeness that I always associate with myself. Apparent, I think it is. XD)
Integration so complex Simin can’t do. Other people, on the other hand?
*last Friday*
Last Friday…afternoon, yes we danced on table tops, and we shared too many shots, think we freaked by I forgot.
OK, maybe not the dancing on table tops. But much revelry, nonetheless.
Mr. Loo: Tseren! You copy also cannot copy fast enough! Even Jeremias has finished copying!
Noobs can’t you just derive all the expressions yourself?
*first thing in the morning*
*school song starts right on cue*
Ram: *clamps hand over mouth*
Dr. Hang: …representatives from MOE are coming to do class reviews…
*in class*
Me: Quick Simin rip down that Patchwork if MOE comes in and sees that we are effed.
DH: LOL ltr they see the…appendages, and they’ll be like…what exactly are those globular things, huh?
Damage control for the damage control. XD
Mr. Loo: You can be assured that they will not be coming in for Math…
Erm…Thank God? I mean, to portray such an act in front of Mr. Loo just seems too demanding for students of even our caliber.
N1 scam us say will be going off at 9. Aiyah…
Meh Dr. Low nomzz our half hour break. D: *wishes he could remember all te names as well as Tiong*
Dr. Low: I hope that the next time I’m having a Bio Lesson next door you wouldn’t talk so loud. I have to compete with 21 people!
*last Friday, during English*
Dr. Low: *comes over* Sorry it’s a bit noisy, could you be quieter?
Class: :O OKOK
DH: Quick while he still walking over TECK CHYE IS GAY
*next door, 409 ROLFs*
The things he does. See, nothing to do with me. *pushes blame rightfully belonging to the one*
Supposedly cancer cells are simply too successful. It’s just humans who are too failure a species to support them.
*following content is not meant to be offensive in anyway and should only be taken in jest*
Jeremias: I had cancer, but I over powered it, and now I can live with it side-by-side
Jit: No wonder Jeremias can survive when he’s hungry he just eats the cells when he needs a snack
Simin: O.O
*is reminded of cancerous…thing…oh come on!*
And DH worries he might have cancer. Tsktsk
*potentially offensive content over*
Chem. MOE representatives arrive.
Simin: *sees me slotting in the larger chair between two smaller ones* ?
Me: Aesthetic value! Ah…
*arrival of…possibly esteemed guests*
*lesson follows, with much attentiveness (pretended or not), encouragement Mr. Idhzam’s part, and politeness on our part*
*after Dr. Supra (at least, that’s what I think he’s name is) leaves*
Mr. Idhzam: Wa like so…weird you know?! It’s like they’re some panel of judges there, watching us. But your acting skills also very good man.
Galen: We’re Music and Arts class for a reason man!
Mr. Idhzam: Oh yea one of them was very impressed by your…meaningful questions.
GG Tiong so pro.
GG WJ so emo.
GG Assembly so ghey. (Candice trying to rah-rah is disturbing. Honestly)
And so we come back where we start.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Check It Out

Five more days till music assignment’s due.
Ok fine REALLY bad nonsensical logic. Maybe it’s just me.
Mr. Idzam: The reason Mr. Murali has such a loud voice, is because he used to teach in India. In a class of ninety.
Well…I guess that explains it. As well as the sarcasm. Hmm.
N1 lah SC lazy now we need to walk ONE WHOLE CORRIDOR to throw plastic bottle BY OURSELVES: O
*me and DH walk down corridor to nearest recycling bin*
*meet Adithya and realize that, not to contrary expectations that the “plastic recycling bin” is chock full of…trash. On the other hand, it seems that the SC might have been remiss in certain details, seeing as there had not seemed to be a dustbin for that sort of waste beside it. Jibes aside…*
Me: *looks at entire box of bottles* great now wut?
DH: urm…
Adithya: OK stuff them, stuff them in quickly…
Sometimes the obvious is the solution. So says the Razor.
Did English during Physics. Speaks volumes.
N1 lah James on Mac during whole lesson killing Zakum. At least do it behind a mountain like I did right. :P
Now, I’m being completely technical here, but I’d suppose that our two hour Math lesson was more like a two hour break.
Mr. Loo: You know when I walked into 08, they were discussing, with plans put in place for their NDP video, and we—
DH: Eh look at our International Friendship Patchwork! All done man! :D
Mr. Loo: Oh…that’s the Patchwork Project? *is slightly surprised* *looks* *has gigantic sweatdrop*
DH: Yea it’s REALLY good right? Just look at it from this distance! XD
Yea, so he doesn’t see all the random appendages. Especially that tumor-like thing.
And maybe the ruined geometry questions, but that’s not the point. Can’t hide the defiling anyway.
Therefore. Break activities during Math, what more could we want?
Also, in terms of teaching speed, Mr. Cheong < Mr. Chia < Mr. Loo < Mr. Chan. Even with the early dismissals. Ahem.
*mind-effed by falling stars game*
During English, we had an interesting discussion about art.
I stand by my point that Modern Art is quite the blight upon the term, no matter how many people it might offend. WHERE IS THE SKILL DAMMIT.
DH: Look. That absolutely filthy toilet bowl is a piece of art. It takes some skill to be able to dirty it so completely. Firstly, you have to position yourself not directly above the opening like normal people, but instead at an angle, then do a complete turn around the bowl…
*Claire excuses herself*
Later on…
Claire: But this is completely different! Gore is BEAUTIFUL!
One man/girl’s meat?
Mr. Chin’s definition of “fine”:
Ms. Koo: How could you just tell them it was ungraded and walk out? Most of them didn’t/couldn’t complete proper essays!
Mr. Chin: It’s fine lah!
Fine by me too. XD

Thursday, July 14, 2011


*On Tuesday, while we were trying in vain to teach Ji Hyun Chinese*
Candice: Mr. Wang help us!
Mr. Wang: …’基本’? It is such a simple one!
Ji Hyun: *is depressed*
Mr. Wang: *translated from Chinese* “To marry me, one of the basic requirements is that you need to have money”
*Mr. Wang leaves after some time*
*Returns in 10 minutes*
All: LOL why he came back.
Mr. Wang: *beckons for Ji Hyun’s paper* *erases sentence he suggested* *to Ji* Don’t tell other people I taught you these values! *goes off*
Candice: so…he came back specially just to erase the sentence?! OMGZZZ
In the morning the International Friendship Patchwork was there in all its four-mahjong-paper-sized/huge prominent NOMNOMNO-iscutoff-glory and due to being ENGROSSED in his private affairs DH completely did not know of its existence. WTH.
The Taiwan Kaohsiung Kaohsiung High School arrived with no little aplomb (exchanging porcelain for the pathetic little glass plate of ours—wonder when they’ll want to switch back) and the only glimpse of Mr. Loo the whole day was in the tiny time he walked up to stage before slinking behind the curtains. Which reminds me.
Someone: Jeremias looks more like William’s brother than Johannes’ brother man!
Mr. Loo: Wait…Johannes, in Year 7, is your brother?
Jeremias: yea…
Mr. Loo: *pause* WTH! *pause* what happened?
XD proness
So the first lesson, Chinese, where we read newspaper and did nothing else much, owning to a screwed up laptop. ~bliss~
In PE, we experienced the raw power of 10 vs 2. Jeremias and Yao Rui against me and PS. Mission Impossible.
PS: N1 noob 10 people also cannot hit.
Jeremias: Dood you hit so far to other court liao.
Me: Eh what kinda excuse is that 10 people have 10 courts man.
Best to not mention what we were doing before this. *fast forward*
YJ: *is doing some gay dance with the tennis racket behind Mr. Sim’s back while everyone was trying hard not to LOL*
James: *has the WTH look on his face when he sees*
Mr. Sim *turns and…*
YJ: *stops*
Class: LOL
It isn’t often that I bemoan not putting videos on my blog but this…has to be seen to be believed.
*to when Mr. Sim was teaching us the drop-shot*
Tseren: *is manhandling James to the ground, doing…*
Nah. I don’t even want to know.
Mr. Sim: *turns and…*
*this time they don’t stop. Ahem*
Mr. Sim: Hey Tseren, please don’t damage to goods. We still want them working when he gets back to Korea.
Class: ROFL
Tseren seems to feel…a little curvy today. Keep on leaning on James for whatever reason. Aiyahh…
Physic—*erases from memory bank*. Not really worth it
And then the break in between.
*lots of vandalism drawing with crayons later*
Me: *looks and sees numerous embellishments to numerous originally innocent (or not) images* ROFLMAOWTIME
Tseren: Is this going to be submitted?
Claire: It is going to be captured in HIGH DEFINITION, and printed on ceramic tiles that will be part of the entire SCHOOL MONTAGE! WHICH PART OF HIGH-DEF DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? *proceeds to kill DH and Tseren*
Well…at least the tiles are small. Big consolation.
Tseren: Ha I have two swords!
Claire *assaults, punches him in the chest through the opening he created when blocking*
OMG what a failure.
I liked the look on DH’s face when he learnt that Claire once dragged someone across the school track in primary school.
Me: Don’t worry DH when that happens Jit and I will be like…behind you all the way.
Hopefully all 100m of it is all. And preferably not the face. I still like having that part of DH around.
With Ms. Wong’s non-presence removing most of the stress, a two hour Chemistry lesson was…really great, to say the least. Therefore here are only a few select awesome quotes.
Mr. Idzam: So I give my number to Yao Rui…and he gives it to everyone
Yao Rui: Huh? *acts innocent*
GG paparazzi-in-disguise
Mr. Idzam: Actually I want to go teach at ACS. Firstly, all the classrooms have air-conditioning.
ARGH DARN THEM *protests school-wide scam at spending money they promised on school-wide air-conditioning on labs we hardly use except for…the air-conditioning. ZZT*
Now, not that I’ve been observing this for days, and although there have been redeeming explanations almost every time, now I’m not sure if Galen isn’t gay for Cyrus. I mean, OBVIOUS cause-and-effect much? :O
*wishes he could turn off the Cyrus radio*
Some epic fans were putting up Hogwarts posters, emblems, House logos, spell names under appropriate appliances. Unfortunately the Senior Management has a poor sense of humor. Ah well.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Mr. Saxobeat

YJ: Hey Mr. Loo, that Taiwan school we’re having an exchange with, are there any hot girls?
Mr. Loo: It’s a boy’s school…
Actually no difference to him lah XD
Enjoying the last of halcyon days…really has this tinge of nostalgia. OYu know, holiday nostalgia. Ah well.
PS: Aiyah…today REALLY packed sia. All the lessons got teacher around. Like, ACE got intense discussion…
Me: Music got intense revision…
PS: Yea…such a busy day for the whole day.
So. James got the email from his parents. He’s REALLY going back to Korea. Ah well.
Me: *sees how DH has utterly ruined the mahjong paper we got with marker-ness*
Galen: You know you can’t erase that right.
DH: Oh. Right.
Me: Ms. Koo we’ll do on the whiteboard since DH ruined the paper OK?
Ms. Koo: …DH, I hate you to the core…
Ah maybe a bit too overboard there
*some time later*
Jit: *draws claws on the pigs’s front legs*
DH *folds paper he ruined into a GIANT paper aeroplane*
DH: Eh come on I’m making a pointer man!
Ms. Koo: OK now could you please give it back?
DH: OK *draws abs on Jit’s devil pig*
Yea. English is always pretty awesome
I mean, apart from having a really inconvenient fire drill in the middle of whatever it was that we were doing. D:
I have no idea how they manage to pick timings such that every fire drill will happen UNDER a hot sun. *hisses and tries not to melt*
So while I was standing under the sun and discussing random-ness and the skill of Tseren, Young Joo and Yao Rui who had brought up plates of food to the field/track with them in keeping with the adage food is important to all life.
Example of understatement: We have a couple of sparks flying in the chemistry lab, near extremely volatile chemicals. Please remain calm and proceed to the field in an orderly manner.
It would be nice to see the reaction to that. Maybe Block F for…
While I stood there feeling tall. XD
*Ms. Hwang squats. Sees my long shadow. Moves over and gets full shade*
Me: *looks down* *is speechless*
Shreyas: *notices* OK now you move you head a little to the left…to the right…
*Mr. Yeo comes over.*
Me: Hey Mr. Yeo! Come stand…right here.
Ms. Hwang: *looks* Oh, thanks.
Me: Yea, thanks for taking over.
Mr. Yeo: OK, now what we do is…*shifts to the side*
Ms. Hwang: *shifts with him*
Shreyas: *takes over*
*enter Dr. Low, also squatting*
Me: Hi Dr. Low, you could always…squat right…*moves* here!
Dr. Low: Woah, so nice ah…should give blue form for this…
Ms. Fong: Hey, Yu Han, so…noble of you…
Ms. Hwang and Dr. Low: Yea, must give…blue form…
*Dr. Low stands up*
*Ansel squats in the shade*
*I move off*
Ansel: Woah…like that lah!
Me: Sorry lah, no benefits…
Who said fire drills were boring?
James brought his Macbook with Windows 7 installed…to play MapleStory. ||| WHICH KOREAN HIGH SCHOOL BOY PLAYS THAT HUH
*sees destined-for-outcast in da pro High school. And then maybe not just because of gaming tastes*
Of course, preparations for his likely funeral aside, one mustn’t say we don’t want to leave him without good memories.
Guess who’s the “lucky” guy today. Heh.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

You Make Me Feel So

On facebook: APS+Lee Ji-Hyun scandal
5 minutes later
J.Lau: Eh, PS so unfaithful ah…
Bad (general?) news travels fast. Oh the power of the media.
At least it was better than the circulating CD (at least, the jacket).
We were all called to the hall and I was near *NUUU take away our free period again?*. No important prize presentations though.
And so. :D
Mr. Loo: OK during ACE tmrw I have to go accompany the Taiwan exchange students so I can’t come.
Class: Ye--*wait it’s no difference*
Mr. Loo: So another teacher will be coming in to talk ab—
We love our mentor, see?
*wind blows DH’s notes to the ground*
DH: *sees Ms. Lim passing by* Eh Ms. Lim help me—
Ms. Lim *steps on note and pushes it aside*
DH: EHwot
*after an hour of a supposedly two hour lesson where technical issues abound (three’s the charm? Let’s wait and see)*
Mr. Soh: In that case…class dismissed.
Class: WOOT
Will wait for when he gets owned for the thousandth time in starcraft. XD
*what that was your MAIN base? With so FEW units?*
*N1 scouting force use faster units can…oh that’s your desperate attack? ROFL*
~1.5 hours of badminton. XD. Needs serving improvement? And less of a stupid guy toking about peace/piss on the other side. And being retarded.
Chinese. Shall not mention EXACTLY how slack it was. :D. And how pro WJ was at being an ambush guy. Hurhur.
Mr. Loo goes through less with the quiet class than the class talking over him. He wonders why.
Mr. Loo: If I could figure that out I could cover the entire notes in a couple of lectures. :X
I’ll be waiting for that day.
Graded Class Task: DH couldn’t complete it.
Mr. Loo: OK that was a fake class task set by Mr. Chia. This is the REAL ONE.
DH: :O I haven’t even finished this one how D:
Mr. Loo: Eh your girlfriend was gone for a week and did so well on hers.
Ahaha. Ahahahahahahhahaha.
GG “Revision” on stuff we haven’t learnt. :P
And they haven’t finished their props for the presentation in less than a week ARGH
Teaching a Korean Chinese is harder/more fun than you might think. Mmhmm. Forget how to write 吵架plOx XD.
Before I go to sleep,
Every day I see my dream.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Dancing in the Dark

Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.
Maintaining a blog, I mean. But who doesn’t like to attempt the impossible, eh?
Mr. Loo: Eh Tseren I was waiting there at the pull up bars then you never show up? Aiyuhh, so not…*sighs*
Mr. Loo: defines pwnage. Times like these always make it worth it.
Therefore while trying (unsuccessfully) to vent something… (ok, fine I hardly find something to vent that isn’t made up for myself by myself. Confusing yet?) on the piano which lacked the better part of an octave on either the right or left hand (turns out that Maroon 5 songs played at the limits of the keyboard are…cute)
On the other hand, watching DH getting beaten up by Shi Ni IS good entertainment. XD.
Shi Ni: Hi!
Me: *daos*
Shi Ni: No lor, it’s—
DH: Yo!
Me: Yo dude.
Shi Ni: EH *tries to whack*
Why so bitchy? A lady shouldn’t touch a guy that way unnecessarily unless he’s her boyfriend.
Looking back on that, it seems to have been put in a…ohnevermindthat. XD
Math…would it be better if we didn’t talk about Math? Somehow nothing really worthy of note took place. It could be that we were just rushing it all too fast.
Why do people need one page for…one question??? *loses track of question and plays cards*
Yea. Somehow that’s life.
Seminar room bio lessons for the win :D. Air-con <3
I mean, until someone breaks through the dividing wall by lying all over the place in a gay-orgy kinda formation. More popularly known as the taupok.
Claire: Darn forgot to bring my camera.
Of all the camera-worthy moments…
The processes are actually pretty intuitive. Right up until you get around o naming whatever they involve. D:
Dr. Low: To put it in a really crude way, the guy…just couldn’t get it up.
Accompanied by the…switch, of all things, on the illustration…ah well. On trivialities and other things.
Ah. Straight-laced Chem. WANTS MR. IDZAM
WJ kinda finally realized his going off every other lesson was…kinda detrimental to our progress, so he dropped the essay bomb on us. With no one to supervise us, as usual. One can just imagine the efficiency. But then again…at least it was an attempt, so let’s not be too quick to point the finger at the teacher, eh?
Why do we attend a talk, where I can get the exact same amount of information from…or a library catalogue?