Can’t love Bloc Party any more than this.
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11:11
This is about the earliest I’ve been home the entire week.
Well, okay yes I didn’t go to school today, what with my broken throat and all. It feels strange to be skipping school, though. A sudden silence and lack of activity in a day becomes strangely jarring, instead of peaceful – which was what I hoped for it to be. During the O Level period, I took almost a day off every week to lie at home to watch TV. Those days were the only things keeping me going during continuous mugging.
I suppose it doesn’t work anymore.
I’m probably so accustomed to chaos, panic and action every second that even boredom has been redefined. (And no, I haven’t done any TV watching today). Later, hopefully when I feel less shitty and busted, I’ll being going for Macbeth.
I feel a little aimless… Insane as it might be, I kind of even wish for A Levels to be here sooner, so I have something to look forward in my life. Something, that actually has an impact to whatever is ahead of me. Not superficial things like, ooh tomorrow I get to wear my new shoes or yay it’s Hot Dog Bun day. Then again, when A Level comes, I’ll be bitching for it to be over, and when it finally IS over, I’ll resume my rant about the utter pointlessness of life. …Until of course when I get a job; that is where eternal complaining will take place.
I really do have quite an astute outlook in life.
Highlights of the week pretty much include everything related to food.
Met up with Xin Ben Geoff and Rei (sans Ran) and attempted to do work at Island Creamery (what’s new?) before hiking over to Waffle Town. Which has great burgers. (And Ben I owe you twobucks).
Yesterday had my first dibs on Sogurt. I CAN’T BELIEVE I PROCRASTINATED THAAAT LONG. Sogurt is the best thing since.. since Marble Slab creamery. Except don’t get the Raspberry-Pomegranate. It’s a little weird.
And then I finished the tub of B & J’s Strawberry Cheesecake.
Oh.
Now I get why I’m having throat issues.
The week before, we went over to Chinatown to interview the author of Yawningbread.org, a rather controversial (or at least in local standards) webpage discussing political issues, primarily about Gay Rights. Mr Au was pretty radical, to say the least. He made some pretty enlightening points, besides his constant emphasis on how Singaporeans should watch more porn. Quite an experience, really.
NAPFA five items over. I could feel the extreme difference in expectations over here and in St Nicks. For one it was a little less competitive. And now instead of aiming for As in everything, I just settled for getting a Gold. 2.4KM next week )-: Let’s get at least a C and not shit Red Bull anymore? I’m now bloody unfit and I wish I had hardcore Mass PE training with Ms SLim 5 weeks before NAPFA so I wouldn’t be a blimpy couch potato. Okay I’ll still be a couch potato, but perhaps a more healthy one.
HI CATHLEEN IF YOU ARE READING THIS HOW ARE YOU DOING I KOPED THAT PICCY UP THERE FROM YOU.
I have the privilege of shoutouts now that I’m not drowning in the Hwachong School-ness of it all.
Muggers, Marks & Spencer’s soonsoon? I’m craving the onion twist thing and shortbreads.
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Well,
Saturday’s Fac Outing was great, and I wish I could come up with a more befitting and enthusiastic adjective (besides awesome which is supremely overused), but I can’t, right now.
So for now, it was great. I wish I had posted about it earlier on, before the excitement wore off and before I’m in a state where I have to actually muster energy to even recount anything.
It’s been a rough day I guess.
Nothing in particular, maybe just everything in accumulation. And the overwhelming fact that I’m really near to my future, and need to actually start doing work. It’s a general sense of confusion and disappointment, followed by frustration. You want to give up, but you just can’t?
Something like that.
Nah, I’m not emoboi93 or anything, just need more time out to stone and pull myself together. Still, thanks guys; I know y’all are having a tough time as well, it helps to know what we’re there for each other.
Still. This is gonna last awhile, I just know it. )-:
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Kravings.
Sometimes I think the world has a Happiness Quota.There is only so much Happiness people can have; so if someone out there is in misery, you’re allowed that Happiness for this moment. It may seem kind of illogical, but life is about parallels. There can only be a positive if there exists a negative. We’re all part of this universal equilibrium of Happiness, and it probably roots from self-centredness.Whatever it is, there can never exist a situation where everyone is contented. Someone out there is paying for your second of joy with suffering. It’s just the way it is, I guess. I’m not complaining. Because bitch I’m going to freaking eat up your happiness like yeah.
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Pretty.
“It sounds pretty but I disagree. I believe there are moments in your life when you have to dance like everyone is watching.”
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l’extrémité
You feel like life’s spinning out of control too quickly and moving on too slowly you allude to cyberspace to vent out your unfounded frustrations your confusion and your utter pointlessness you don’t have a reason to why you find life meaningless but you find it so anyway you worry about everything and nothing you are not sure which direction you are heading to or even if you are going somewhere you seek comfort from the ones around you and occupy yourself with the superficialities of life but when you are alone you realize that you really are alone and you realize that the superficialities of life are all that you have.
After awhile you stop trying to question why you are doing everything you are doing because it is just too exhausting to discover that really, there is nothing to it.
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TOP5 THINGS TO DO IN HCJC
TOP 5 THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO IN HWACHONG
Also, I hate Onsugar because it totally does not have AutoSave and my original post was wiped clean by an accidental click and I sat there hating life, humankind, technology and flying insects for about 5 minutes before I decided to be nice and try to regenerate a similar one. BUT IT’S DIFFERENT. It’s like when your fighting fish died and you get another one in the same color and you name it Balloon like the previous one but it will NEVER BE THE SAME.
1) (Attempting to) Do Work
This is a popular choice – lending on it’s ability to somehow ease the guilt of frittering life away. How anyone can be assured by their apparent procrastination, simply by having their work laid out in front of them – hands on it, but their eyes glazed and/or concentrated on the Fac Hunk sitting at the opposite bench – is beyond me; the productivity rate is practically zero. Unless of course you read Braille.
A conventional variation to this attempt to Do Work would be what we like to call Peer Studying, also known as Let’s Pretend To Be Studying While We Bitch Over Our Math Lecture Notes! Not only does it come naturally, it is also effective in a way where your mugging disguise immediately averts any unwanted attention away from you. For example, any form of agitation arising from conversation topic will automatically be registered as frustration towards Math. No one would doubt another’s hatred for Math.
‘MOTHEREFFING SHITTYSHIT HOLE THAT BITCH OF A… (passerbys stares) – FUNCTION. (passerbys silently emphathise)’
At the end of the day, you’ll find yourself very successfully having done half a question. But that is alright, because you have substantially increased your gossip fodder by about tenfold, as well as memorised the features of your eye-candy. That certifies you as a complete stalker, but that is alright as well, because everyone is one.
2) (Attempting to) Play Frisbee
There are two categories. You either a) Truly enjoy Frisbee and can actually play, in which case Congratulations – You are not a Loser. Or maybe you are, you’re just a Loser who can play Frisbee, Congratulations anyway, – or b) Are not in a Sports CCA and is therefore devoid of any opportunity to exhibit your non-existent athletic prowess. And since you believe that muscle flexing gives you an edge when it comes to jio-ing girls, you take up Frisbee. This general addiction to Frisbee causes widespread displeasure because:
i) It takes up a hellota space in the Central Plaza and generally pisses everyone who isn’t a Frisbee player off.
ii) It causes a hellota injury. Because certain guailan people who’ve had enough of taking detours just to accommodate the little Frisbee obsession decide to just walk right into the game anyway, and end up getting tackled. A hell lot. I speak from personal experience.
iii) It creates a fad. Everyone plays. Everyone makes it look easy. Certain idealists (attempt to) play and end up failing. Miserably. Said idealists then move on to playing Fetch! with the bloody frisbee instead, taking turns to role play as the Dog, leaping into the air and retrieving it – complete with doggy sound effects and actions, before they can realize the extent of their public humiliation. I speak, once again, from personal experience.
Soz, maybe I’m just sore from being the one who had to be the Dog most often.
3) Fish Tanking
The Fish Tank is the ultimate hot-spot for doing absolutely everything while doing absolutely nothing. Hwachies like to call it Chilling Out. Doing nothing while eating nachos and drinking strawberry milk. Doing nothing while wishing someone hot would come into the Fish Tank. Doing nothing while browsing random publications such as the Hwachong yearbook to look for people you know, who looked more retarded last year than they do this year, so you get to mock them and feel exponentially much better about yourself. The possibilities of doing absolutely Nothing in the Fish Tank are infinite and inexhaustible. In fact if I had to give an award honoring the Prime Spot For Wasting Your Youth Away, I would present it to the Fish Tank. It is an absolute blackhole of precious time and that’s great. They even sell Mango Madness.
4) Shopping
Everyone needs a little shopping therapy after a mind-numbing day of Econs lectures. So as you wander aimlessly around Hwachong, why not instead aim yourself towards the Bookshop (perks: aircon) or the Welfare Room (cons: it stinks of rotting corpse). You can wander aimlessly INSIDE the bookshop, laughing at the frilly notebooks with phrases on it that don’t make sense (Raindrops are smiles of the sky / Happiness is smiled like a colorful butterfly). Or you can consider purchasing a High School Musical file. Or even a Disney Princess one. Being in the Bookshop makes you spoilt for choices, really it does.
Alternatively you can head down to the Welfare Room. Personally its lack of proper lighting coupled with the aforementioned suspicious, dodgy stink kind of reminds me of a torture dungeon. And I’ve always contemplated about the irony of its name vs. ambiance, as well as how the Councillors in-charge manage to stay in there for hours without feeling like asylum captives. But that aside, all is being compensated because they stock I All. Welfare Room wins.
5) Stoning
Stoning is, unprecedentedly, the most ubiquitous activity Hwachies delight in. It is inextricably linked to almost every other leisure we have on the list. Stoning is essential practice for school hours. Because if equipped without the skill of Stoning, we will ACTUALLY HAVE TO GO THROUGH LESSONS. As in, for real. But with Stoning, we essentially go through an Out of Body experience, where we escape from the present torture (mainly: boredom). Stoning is so widespread during school hours that we, as Hwachies, start to indulge in it AFTER school.
I mean, what IS there not to love about Stoning? It is the epitome of Nothing. You NEED nothing. You DO nothing. It is a total mind wipe. It is almighty. It is awesome. It is an art every Hwachy must aim to perfect. Yes, Stoning. The Most Essential Thing To Do When You Have Nothing To Do.
That’s all, noobz.
Edit: Which reminds me, when I came for Hwachong Openhouse, I actually told my mom; Why is everyone in Hwachong so STONED? Seriously they just sit there and.. STONE. Mom: NO LA, not so serious (looks around)(laughs) OMG it’s true.
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SPONGEBOB QUOTES!
http://twitter.com/HappySquared
Remember to draw a rainbow between your hands whenever you say “Imaginaaaaaaation.”
When visiting friends, remember: You can use the front door just as easily as you can use the toilet bowl.
Inflatable pants you might as well skip—if you want to fly, all you need is friendship!
When writing an essay, as your ideas grow, your pencil shrinks!
It’s not just blowing bubbles, it’s making BUBBLE ART.
If someone you know appears in your friend’s thought bubble, say, “Hi.”
You know what they say: The only people who don’t like a Krabby Patty have never tasted one.
Bullies are proof that society is riding down a violent road to nowhere, a road I like to call “Violence Road.”
Being an artist is a heavy responsibility. Each work of art is like a child, and must be treated as such.
If your eyebrows grow three inches and get all squiggly, it’s a sure sign you’re scared out of your wits.
Life’s like a bucket of wood shavings. Unless those wood shavings are in a pail. Then it’s like a pail of wood shavings.
A sponge can absorb a butt-kicker’s blows like he’s made out of some sort of… spongy material.
Spray a little deodorizer on a heap of trash and you’ve got yourself an antiques sale!
When chasing down your prized jellyfish, remember to let out a tongue-waggin’ high-pitched holler!
It’s important to learn the difference between bad words and “sentence enhancers.”
A Bubble Buddy is superior to a Stick Buddy or a Rock Buddy—or even a Sink Buddy.
A sea star will never tell you that you have bad breath–they don’t have noses. A sea star WILL tell you that you’re ugly, however.
Remember: You can do things the hard way or the easy way or the semi-easy/ medium-hard way.
Hugging someone and yelling, “We stink!” is pretty much guaranteed to totally confuse him. Unless he stinks too.
When a giant anchor crashes into your house, you may think it’s the sky having a baby, but really it’s just a giant anchor.
Having pride in your work is nothing to be ashamed of — its the only thing that makes it all worthwhile… besides jellyfishing.
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Worm Story – A Review
Everyone, read: Worm Story by Morris Gleitzman.
It is, essentially, the most genius book, like EVER.
Everyone expects us teens to only wna read about sex booze and cheerleaders (which is not true, we just wanna do em), therefore I’ve completely relinquished on books targetted at teens. Instead I’ll occasionally read my sister’s primary school reading lost shits. TAKE A LOOK AT THIS:
Summary: A fat worm, Wilton, ostracised by the other microbes. (And damn, the other microbes are mighty fierce. Calls him a jiffing fatso and an entire list of punnalicious biological fat insults) The microbes believe they live in a world governed by Sludge Gods, and recently these Gods have been giving them trouble. Worm does not know he’s a worm and has always wondered who his parents were. Worm goes out in search of friends, meets a microbe named Algy. Algy tells him he is different because he’s a worm. Wilton then suddenly catches sight of another worm, and there was this huge emotional scene until he found out it was actually a noodle. Which was bloody LOL. K then Algy and Wilton decided to save the World by finding out why there’s been Sludge storms recently.
Later on in the story, Wilton finds out Algy’s a parasite living off the food he eats and also sometimes nibbles on his intestines. Again, great friendship emotionally mushy scene (just.. with a twist)(SO KEWT Algy enters and exit his rear ends), and they resolve it and run along saving the world. The rest of the story is amazing, and they meet some pretty damn kewtsome characters on the way. Best: when they described the buttocks and underwear in the POV of microbes.
Well yeah in the end (after having found the source of sludge storms (their host body Janet was undergoing stress from bullies, they formed a coalition with some microbes on a dog and the dog made friends with janet making her (-: and unstressed)). And Wilton rejected the offer to live with the worms on the Dog for Algy! WAS AMAZINGLY SCHWEET PL0X! K then what happened was that on the way back they found out that the fungus spores attacking the body before whom they escaped from had actually crept into Wilton’s body and are eating him alive.
So anyways, Algy went to find brain cells and other microbes to help, and they did, BLOODY HELL THE POTRAYAL OF THE BRAIN CELL WAS AWESOME SHIT. And Algy died during the battle inside. The braincell then confesses they only saved a loser to him to convey the message to the stomach about the situation of the body, and that she herself couldn’t do it because braincells can’t survive acid like the worm can.
So Wilton went down and told the microbes about the Truth about their World, and was mocked until he came up with this ingenious plan to prove himself, which was to describe the appearance of the next Sludge storm, since he knew what Janet would eat next. So yeah, they hailed him O Wise Worm God, and he was commended and all but really upset cause he missed Algy and GUESS WHAT.
ALGY IS A FREAKING CELL ORGANISM. So he underwent Mitosis before leaving for the trip and there’s actually a horde of Algys waiting there for Wilton! IT WAS SO ADORABLE AND AW-ISH!!
KTHXBAI.
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