Lots of Water

After a week of highness, I think I should finally pick off where Who wants to be a Dollaraire started. Except that I’m remembering so little :O.
You know, I have this niggling suspicion that we did a 50-50 for the question about IQ too. I’ll leave you to guess which two he cancelled out :D
Anyway. Hurm. 50,000 words in a month. CAN I DO IT?
Hurm.
This is going to be tough. Let’s see now…
DH: OK, let’s have the subject I’m proficient in: Art. Now, who created the sculture, Self, out of his own blood? Is it A, van Gogh, B, Marc Quinn, C, Picasso, or D, ME. Here’s a hint: Obviously I’m the only guy who has the skill to create such a masterpiece among all these people.
Simin: :| I think it’s…B
DH: Well, as Art is my area of proficiency, I can confidently tell you that the answer is…I don’t know. *asks around* OK, the answer is B. Which is obviously false, but we’ll go along with it for now. You have won…TEN cents!
Simin: Yay.
DH: OK, now you have to option to either…leave with the twenty cents you already have (you can buy a nice roll of tissue paper) or, you can continue playing, for ANOTHER twenty cents.
Simin: I’ll continue playing :D
DH: O…K! Let’s now ask a random audience member for a topic! Peng Seng, will you give us a topic?
APS: Don’t want.
DH: Right! He has kindly given us the topic of “don’t want!” So, the question is: What is the meaning of don’t want? Is it A, saying you don’t want but actually wanting or B, you really want it, C, you don’t want it, or D, Charlie is a flying unicorn :D
Simin: O.o C.
DH: Hey! Are you sure? Charlie is OBVIOUSLY a flying unicorn!
Simin: Er…but that obviously isn’t what don’t want means…
DH: Hmmm, I’m not sure about that so we’ll ask the English expert, Cyrus. What is the correct answer?
Cyrus: Well, Simin’s answer is…correct!
DH: Oh! Ok, you have won another twenty cents!
*Ms. Fong starts to leave*
DH: OK, the organiser’s started to leave, so we can add all the obscenities and less-than-desirable references back to the show!
*Ms. Fong turns back*
Class: LMAO
DH: On second thoughts, I changed my mind, because there were NEVER any dirty references in the game show in the first place! :D
Ooh smart u-turn.
*Inserts a random blank space here indicating the state of my memory, a space where Simin won another 20 cents*
DH: Right. Last question, because we’re going broke, will be chosen from a choice of topics. You have the choice of Philosophy, Philosophy, Philosophy, Philosophy, and Philosophy. Which will it be? Obviously Philosophy. SO the question is: Confucius say, when you pour water into water, what do you get? A: Twice the amount of water, B: Even more water, C: Same amount of water, D: No more water
Simin: Even more Water :D
DH: Well, there is a hole in the bottom of the container, so when you pour, there is No More Water. SO you have lost all the One dollar and twenty cents you have won. :D

Unipire Zombot!

So it was a great day. And a short day.
What a crappy introduction. But who cares.
Bio was ARGH STRESS STRESS STRESS so much to freaking remember T.T
Ms. Fong (after giving out the common hints): Actually, you should just try and read up on everything.
:O yea great so much help those hints were.
At least Bio quiz was comparatively easy. Although just for once I wish my essay-like responses could get me a full mark. And my homeostatic pathway was SO ideal XD *egoes*
Anyway. One more week to complete and utter annihilation. I’m so excited about my impending doom. XD. So that we can then go Galen’s house and PAR-TAY! XO
Surprisingly, planning our first 303 class outing took much easier than expected. All of the 45 minutes, unlike 204 outings.
I have realized that reading manga is getting to be a really useless venture if I have to load every page three times. Bleurgh. But *sob* Jit finished a 50-chapter manga in ONE DAY :O
So. Back to today, of which I have managed to detour far far away from. XD. English was WOOT. Managed to suan everyone with surprisingly high (or was everyone else getting surprisingly low? Maybe I just click with bots :D) and finished watching the movie Mr. Tan kindly started showing on Thrusday, while saying “that’s what SHE said!” with Cyrus ad Galen.
GG hockey puck rips the net with one shot. And clears an entire opposing team of players like some matrix bullet. :O what a hacker. Of course, the fact that the coach was trying to hack isn’t really the point. But I wish he’d shown something like…underworld: Evolution. Which we’re not allowed to watch really. Which makes that REALLY COOL and FUN XD.
Too many people scared of my blog now. :X it seems that many undesirable reputations can be created and broken down right here at death-a-h-o-l-i-c. :D
J. Tan: Don’t quote me.
Ming Wei: Oh, you didn’t say poke…wait…what NUUU Don’t quote me! My reputation as a lol-8ahemahem* is already too widely known!
Mr. Yee: You got negative feedback better tell me now ah! Don’t post on your blog later. I don’t read blogs.
And, just in passing, the Mr. Wong affair…
Still. I stand near the sidelines, or fence, whatever you like to call it and watch the fun.
Anyway. Chinese and music left. Hey…that’s not really much to talk about. Except between Mentoring and Chinese Ming Wei came in and we were poking him according to the rhythm of songs Claire was playing. ~fun~ Also, that miserably uninformed guy just found out that we had a…”secret” balcony. -.-
OK. Die. 2000 word Chinese analytical essay due. On Tuesday. :(
And Galen was literally feeling the pain on Thusday watching the Misery music video. Probably the only thing worth or non-trouble-causing for me, to mention safely. XD

WALALALALALALALA

After a few days of writing fanfiction (Interestingly, I have been able to keep it up, as well as my overall mental wellbeing despite the apparent lack of notebook. :O. Not that the Chapter titles would mean anything anyway XD) and…I dunno, rushing a 2000-word essay, it has come to my attention that I have been blogging very little meaningfully. Which is bad because my memory doesn’t exactly stretch for more than a day especially. Still. Here I am.
I have realized that I am failing. In Chinse. Which is bad because I am still hoping to get at least an A- if things can go well. Or not. :O Interestingly, I happen to be doing well in Biology, which I have occasionally failed badly before. I guess it’s that something out there called the circle of life. Or knowledge or something. Whatever. NUUU I like languages. And doing well in all other respects. But I like doing well in languages. 
Must gogogo in final examinations is all. But that really isn’t encouragement because I am playing too much bridge, hearts or anything card-related while watching other people mugging, which isn’t doing anything much for my confidence.
Anyway, that is why I have decided to kind of cheer myself up by continuing the Who wants to be a Dollaraire. More on that later.
Today was a long and boring day. Or, to be more appropriate, Physics was a long and boring lesson where I wrote most of my fanfic and listened to most of my music.
Megamind sounds so cute.
Still. There was much merrymaking during chemistry…or not. Maybe there was more merry making yesterday…or not. Two or nots does not a yes make. And the third not wasn’t counted. At least I managed to get a full marks for Chemistry, which has been kind of troubling of late. The revision questions helped indeed. :D
Anyway. We were…I dunno. Doing nothing. Or something. Maybe more revision. Going through practical. Not really sure about that, except everyone has been getting better marks these few days. A good sign. XD
Crossing my fingers to get through to SMP. SO that I have a BIG excuse to use LOTS of computer or something.
Argh I am resisting the urge to play games but just letting the urge surge through. Consequently, my Alt and Tab buttons are VERY clean. XD
In any case, there was much playing of cards in the last one and a half hour. Add that to the fact that Mr. Tan lost his voice, and I shall not mention anything further :X
I am pleased to know that dance music does not affect my writing.
Mr. Yee was having much learning experiences in our class.
*stares at Nicole in one of her…possessed moments* This is one the problems of having too many boys in the class
(Incidentally, we were telling Ms Teh about how her netballers were going crazy. Bad.)
And today he was making us do a paper and laughing evilly at especial moments. (Damn when can you draw a cute turtle on Nat’s face :O)
Mr. Yee, use your massaging skills for good XD.
*I pass him my earphones*Eh connected to hand phone? Eeyer I wanted to listen also…
On a side note, I didn’t say when later was. It could be tomorrow. But now we have to address a most important question: Who killed Captain Alec?

TO ARMS

I am running into writer’s block. And it seems that pushing isn’t working.
Either that, or I’m just too lazy. Or too busy. Whatever. Many things to worry about these days. :O
Watching more and more TV FTW.
Let’s just round up the past few days in a few sentences.
Thursday was awesome. Both teachers absent, just one relief teacher. One fun relief teacher. Result: Colonisation of Student Lounge since…say, 9 am. WOOTZ
Observation: Galen REALLY looks like a Chinamen without his glasses. An old, wizened Chinaman.
Observation: The world REALLY does revolve around me. Or, to be more accurate, the luck. XD I foresee Galen aiming to sit in front of me the next time he plays cards.
In any case, there was LOTS of playing Bridge over two days. Perhaps too much for out own good.
And of course, there was too much retarded-ness from Bryan. For HIS own good.
Jit: You want me to throw these cards in your face?
But then again, the way he threw the cards right in Bryan’s face were really fun to see. Like PIU.
Jit: sthsthsth PIU PIU PIU
Retarded sound effects maker.
Also, I have managed to scare a person witless upon first sight
Me: Clarice I’m here to poke you!
Clarice: Oh no poke Yang Qian she’s more fun to poke
Me: OK *walks over and makes to poke her*
Yang Qian: Ah no no no don’t poke me ARGH!
Subsequently we were walking about the class in a retarded kind of cha-cha where I just keep moving forward. While she was holding magazines and tables to block me. :O
Incidently, :O was the reaction of everyone, who unanimously agreed that Jit’s pedo look is just so much more….pedo. :P
Candice: Right before Oral he just turned around and pedoed me! :O traumatizing
Then later when YQ saw me at the bus stop she turned tail and walked the opposite direction. Galen was SO amused. Bad bad counselor.

Riddle me this, riddle me that

I have realised that I am not balancing enough.
Namely, I am typing too much fanfiction skeletons and not enough blogging, which seems to interest its intended audience more than I would have expected. So if this is appearing on a projector screen, I reserve comment. =D
So let’s devote this particular post to a non-charitable talk show hosted by the awesome Lim Dao Han, and co-hosted by Yap Jit Wu. Due to prior inherent cutting from the sponsors and producers, most of the obscene language was been removed for the safety of the young little kiddies’ eyes. Of course, innuendos are a different matter atogether.
Lim Dao Han: And welcome to…WHO WANTS TO BE A DOLLARIARE! And Today’s Host is ME, Lim Dao Han, with co-host Jit Wu, while the participant is…Leow Simin, with HER retarded friend Nicole Tan! Our audience is obviously, everybody else! And without further ado, let’s move to the first question: What shape is THIS piece of paper? Is it A, rectangle, B, square, C, pentagon or D, triangle?
Simin: Oh, A, rectangle.
DH: *folds one edge* I’m sorry, but because of this hidden edge it is obvious that the piece of paper has five sides, and this is a pentagon. You have gotten the first question WRONG. But never mind as that was just a preparatory question. Let’s move on to the next one: How do you spell Mongolia? Is it A, M-
Nicole: Eh but game shows the options are flashed on the screen…
DH: OK, so to accede to our participant’s request, we have obtained, a high-budget and high-quality screen *holds up the same piece of scrap paper* Is it A, Mongoriah, B, -
Mr. Tan: Hey OK, cut cut, it’s time to start the lesson.
DH: NUUUU.
*Back in class*
DH: Right, back to the Who wants to be a Dollaraire! So the next question is, How do you spell Mongolia? Is it A, Mongoriah, B, Mongolia, C, Monkorea, or D, abcdefgh
Simin: Er…50-50?
DH: Of course. Now answers A and B have been cancelled out. So what will your answer be?
Simin: Er…B
DH: But that’s cancelled out.
Simin. B.
DH: Alright, let’s ask the Mongolian what is the correct answer. Tseren, What is the correct answer?
Tseren: C C C !!!
DH: As this Mongolian is high on crack, the answer is obviously B. So, Simin, you have won…One cent! Moving on to the two-cent question(well it wasn’t actually the two-cent question but who cares): What is the intelligence of Gabriel Sidik? Is it: A, 0 (Simin :O). No it’s OK that’s not the worst. B, -100, C, 120, or D, 168.
Simin: :O C
DH: Much as I don’t want to say it…that is probably correct! You get TWO CENTS! Next question will be selected from categories. You have Physic-
*Ms. Fong spots us and walks in*
DH: Oh, since the sponsor has decided to pay a visit, we will have to cut out all vulgarities and obscene information from the show. *Ms. Fong: :O* So, for the categories: Physics, Chemistry, Biology,
Simin: Biology.
DH: (whispers to Jit) what a kiss-ass
Ms. Fong: Excuse me?
DH: Oh yea ahem I said nothing. So. Where is the left ventricle of the heart? Is it A, here? *Points at a random table Simin is sitting at*, B, here? *points at his heart* C, here? *points at the clock above the white board far behind us* or D, all of theabove?
Simin: Oh, B
DH: Are you sure? I didn’t say it had to be my heart. It could be…Cyrus’s heart! (LMAO) Never mind, let’s ask our sponsor…is she correct?
Ms. Fong: …Yes!
DH: Well done! And you have got…Five cents!
Shall cut the cameras here for another day. XD
So when I went for a drink, and then walked back, I squashed a random moth resting on the ground.
So should I say sorry, moth, for resting on the ground where I can step on you?

Beyonder Door

“Why do you pursue me to this deserted place?” murmured the Gnome Elder, peering up at me through thick white cataracts. Coupled with his salt-and-pepper beard, deep-set wrinkles and hacking cough, this prune of a face was one that only a mother could love, and probably only if she had cataracts as thick as his. “To benefit from your wisdom, of course,” I said distastefully. “Ha! Even blurred vision is valued by the blind. If I were clever, would I cower in this slag heap? I’m not wise, girl…just old.” “I just wish to get very small, no bigger than a mouse. Do you know how I might do that? And don’t call me ‘girl’” “Only that? Oh yes. I could manage that. For a price.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, stating, “I have nothing of value.” “You have your nerves and your health. Mine are nearly gone. I’ve seen too much suffering. And I smoke too much, you see.” “Point taken. How may I help?” “Deep inside the card guards’ compound, a particularly rough diamond holds the key, under armed guard by a Two and Three of Clubs. Obtain that Key for me, and I will…return the favor. Now, follow me.”
Hobbling over to a lever, he twisted t slightly, and the wall beside him grated upwards to reveal a shimmering, reflective portal-like surface. “Ladies first,” he said politely, motioning for me to walk through, improbable as that sounded. “Ah, the Looking Glass Continuum. Haven’t seen one of those used in a long time, though.” “Speak English, cat,” I hissed. “Step into one Looking Glass, and with luck or lots of practice, you’ll emerge in another Glass nearest to you intended destination. This one, on the other hand, is a bit more special. Step in one Glass and there’s only one other Glass you can step out of. That right, Elder?” “’S the only way we can avoid the Queen’s spying eyes. And if you don’t step through quick, we’ll be spied upon real quick, you mark my words,” he asserted, hurrying all of us into the mirror.
I have to say, I was dazzled by the kaleidoscope of brilliant hues, the light from the mirror refracting and reflecting off the vaguely cylindrical walls at impossible angles to provide an amazing sight, and I was sorry indeed to see the Elder grind shut the Glass. “I’ll betcha the next time you won’t be admiring the view as much as you’re running for your life,” grumbled the Gnome Elder, who promptly vanished at the same time as Chessur. Reminder to self: I really need to pick up that trick. Then again, that’d be denying my knife its first chance at action.
“Hey! Over here!” I shouted, blade in hand, running straight towards the two Club Guards with expressions that spelled i-n-f-u-r-i-a-t-e-d in flashing capitals. Sidestepping the clumsy Three of Clubs, I twirled between the guards, knife extended, opening up long, ugly gashes in their backs and midriff. As the Two of Clubs doubled over in pain, I swung my knife down diagonally, cleaving him open as if I were slicing paper, then turned to behead the Three of clubs as he hefted his axe above his head to strike. It hadn’t taken more than two minutes for me to overcome the so-called “armed” guards. Picking up the glinting key-shaped diamond on the table, I unlocked the door at the back of the room, in time to see and enormous flying mechanism float up from the yawning chasm just outside the door, with the Gnome Elder pedaling and operating its humming propeller.
“You have the key! Most resourceful. It seems that Rabbit’s trust is not misplaced,” the Elder remarked as I hopped on the passenger’s basket. “We will, or rather I will, use the key to lead my fellow kind in an uprising against those abominable Card Guards, and free them from this oppression. They have suffered enough.” “I really feel sorry for your people, indeed I do,” I said in a tone clearly indicating otherwise. “But what about getting me small?” “Within the Fortress of Doors is a Skool, and within it is scattered various items I can mix up in its laboratory to make a concoction to get you small,” he droned. “Items? What items?” “Item, items, you’ll know’em when you see’em. Speaking of seeing, we should keep out of the Card Guard’s—Dammit! We’ve been spotted!” The Elder grunted and began spinning the captain’s wheel.
Curious, I peeked overboard—and was immediately rewarded by a stream of sleek, steel cards whipping wind across my face. Pulling back hurriedly, I yelled, “Are they armed with…machine guns?!” “Automatic Dealer 52s or AD-52s in short. Nay one of those cards they fire can leave a deep cut in your face or my balloon, so you best keep your pretty head in and let me concentrate on steering.” Card guards firing cards…to guard. I’m confused.
Old he might be, but those steering skills were quite top of the notch indeed. Especially when he was maneuvering a bulky balloon against weapons spitting steel fifty-two times a minute. “You’ll have to fight these guards soon enough, but for now…JUMP!” The gnome Elder swiftly drove his crazy contraption near a ledge jutting out of a high wall of the Fortress. “Protective walls may impede you, but the walls most difficult to penetrate are those surrounding out hearts.” “Sometimes, Chessur, I’m not sure if you’re trying to be funny, or just messing with my head. Probably both.” Glaring his way, I braced myself, and leapt.

Usher me

Friday was a day of totally intellectual discussions.
Namely, I was being a retard.
I really can’t remember Bio. But there were some wise words. Which I shouldn’t be bothering about until next year, hopefully.
And then Ms Lee mentions it again during mentoring about people being not sure about what they want to major in. :O
I have realized, once again, how important to one is a 20 cent coin. Or $1 coin, which can also buy me a cookie. COOKIE RAHH.
Anyway.. Let’s skip thru all the boring stuff, like me finishing the music test in 30 minutes (:P hopefully all correct)…
Dr. Wong: Such an encouragement to your friends!
Oh well. What can I say?
Anyway. I have skipped everything boring to like my first CIP. XD
I totally dig why Ming Wei is *ahem*pedo*ahem*, with referral to his amazing topical presentation and his eagerness to be at Pei Tong with us. But the kids are just…so cute! XD
In any case, it was a relief to earn 2 hours of CIp for just playing..Blow Wind blow with the kids. And talking with J. Tan.
By the way, kids, I must warn you NOT to watch F1 races. It is a VERY bad example to all future drivers, because
1. They are like going…no less than 100 km/h?
2. Cutting into other’s lanes without waving. flashing their lights, whatever,
3. And worst of all, they are driving in bus lanes.
Aiyah. Tsktsk.
So we were having an engaging discussion about Alice in Wonderland, of which I am currently VERY obsessed about.
Ming Wei: Writing fan fic about alice is like…writing fanfiction for a 1960’s manga!
Me: But Alice dates further than that
OK well that wasn’t really the point.
J.Tan: I don’t see the point of writing fanfiction for Alice…it was supposed to be a…book on mathematics or Alice, innocent fairytale book for children, before modern day people twisted it into…ramblings of a mad person.
Me: Of course it WAS meant to be the ramblings of a mad person, it’s just that no one had realized it yet. And that’s obviously more fun.
J.Tan: Parents don’t tell children who are to bed reading Alice and telling them it’s the ramblings of a mad person!
Me: Well of course not; that’s the impression you want to give them when they’re still young and impressionable. Later on, you will introduce them to the evils of the world’s society, and the evils of Alice.
J.Tan: But that’s…destroying their childhood!
Me: And that’s…the FUN! :D
J.Tan: -.-
Me: Reverend Charles’Dodgson has this encyclopedia entry which says he enjoyed his trips with the three young girls of the Liddell family. Suggestive.
J.Tan: But he’s not a Catholic priest, he’s a mathematician
Me: Well, he’s BOTH a Reverend and a mathematician.
J.Tan: Do you get what I’m talking about?
Me:…No…
J.Tan: Catholic priests are pedophiles!
Which was how we touched on Ming Wei’s evident Lolicon (e: Why didn’t you let him come?! It would have been so fun!) and then sexuality evident on other Singaporeans. Such as certain girls filmed having lesbian sex.
J.Tan: so Mr. Wong looked at Audrey and Andrea, and Rania and Mio Jing, and remarked, I really hope that does not happen in our school.
:X
Dh for SC Pres next next yr FTW XD