blog/enigma
If there's one thing you should do when you're bored, it's to google yourself.
Yes, I know, it's a sort of egoistic thing to do, and it's downright stupid because it just serves to remind you the number of accomplished people who share your name, but it's also quite fun.
Which was what I did when I was, well, bored. It's a cheap thrill. So when the search result came, about 20 pages of it, with people named as Jiasheng (Chen), (Lin), (Lee), (Wu), (etc.) ... in about 50 different careers like promotion managers, writers, artistes, directors, glassware company bosses, ceramic company bosses, blah blah blah, I decided to try another approach.
"jiasheng", "hwachong"
Well, that shortened the search results to maybe 5 pages. I'm happy to report that although I'm not as famous as I would like to be, I'm moderately known in the cyber world and yes, that satisfies my egoistic nature.
Results include my band friends, EX-classmates (my current classmates are probably too dumb to have blogs. Okay, joking) some random people.
One interesting thing I found was a particular person in NY String Orchestra who share my name and appear in some blogs (that I don't know) and who is apparently quite popular. Hmm.
Last week of hols! Well I must say the holiday isn't wasted. But I fear school reopening.
Grrr.
signed, jiasheng
Yesterday was a scary day.
We had band practice at 8 in the morning, ending at a torturous 5.30 which dragged on to 6.15 anyway. But the worse part was probably the morning, when I woke up and saw the evil clock grinning maliciously at me, saying 8.00 AM. That is to say, I overslept. And I have to get to school as soon as possible.
And I have to admit, I wanted to report in sick. I always want to do that when I oversleep, because the superego nature of mine just wants to deny any wrongdoing of mine. Then I can comfortably come for the next band practice and say, "Oh I had a terrible headache...."
But anyway, instinct also propelled me to also take a quick cold shower (without washing my face- so that might explain the volcanic craters on it - ouch) because the usual punishment was to hold in pumping position for the amount of time for which a person is late. Which is rather inefficient because not only you miss band practice during the time you're late, now it's doubled. Just that you suffer intolerable pain half the time. And the other time you worry about the intolerable pain.
Which was what I was doing on the bus, muttering inanely to myself, "This is the day. The day where my arms are going to drop off my shoulders." because I take at least 20 minutes to get to school, and this is the time taken when they cleared the road for only 157 buses which go from my house to HCI.
When the bus finally reached the school, I was still imagining life with 2 remaining limbs and on the way up the menacing slope to the field where they were training, I met the Drum Major who practically ignored me. But never mind, that's usual.
When I clocked in and asked for permission to fall in, it was -guess- 8.30. Which is about a miracle, but still, 30 minutes! Maybe I wouldn't have to amputate, but I'll still need crutches. I'm lame enough as it is... NOOOO I don't want crutches!!!
"Fall in," Yong Jie (a rather stonish band major) said rather anti-climaxly.
Oh. Alright. So I fell in. Edwin snickered a bit. I said under my breath, "Whatever." And that's it.
It almost felt like bliss but now the fear of my arms dropping off has only been postponed. So potentially my arms could drop off anytime in the near future. Not that I wouldn't liked it to be later, but having the odd sense of dread is scarier.
So during the water break I went to the Drum Major and told him rather awkwardly,
"Uh, I'm late,"
He eyed me rather silently. He's getting good at mind games.
"So by right I should be holding in pumping position for 30 minutes,"
That he responded with a little chuckle that could encompass a variety of emotions. Which is the thing I hate about who he's become. I get the feeling that Liu Zhen has matured in more ways that I could comprehend, and fundamentally I hate things that I don't understand.
=Maths.
=Computers languages
Anyway.
The day was quite alright actually. Besides sweltering outdoors and a near solo playing.
Yeah I should stop dreading 10 hour practices more.
signed, jiasheng
Well, to continue to infuse creativity and linguistic variety into my posts, I shall tell a story today.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who could kill people with his eyes.
No, this is nothing about a horror story in which his eyeballs extends out of the sockets and strangles the person to death. Nah, this is much more subtle and interesting. And significantly less gory.
This boy, whom we shall call Lance Gardner, also codenamed Glance, has the unique ability to simple, as his name suggests, to grant death to anyone he wishes simply by well, glancing at them. Of course, this is not very unique, per se, because in a world full of imaginative comic writers and novella authors we have heard much of people with similar caliber, and I personally can name quite a number. However, the interesting thing is that our dear Glance also happens to be blind, and thus, is able to coexist with the rest of the non-powered human population without the threat of being recruited into dangerous missions by secret government departments.
Although missing out on the espionage experiences and shady villains and a harem of women who have fashion tastes in the children's department, Glance has managed to live a peaceful and anti-climatic life, leading a mostly normal visually-handicapped routine that involves large expenditures at the local sunglasses shop and more dogs than the SPCA would allow.
Until one day, when he received a letter in Braille dots. It said, when lined in horizontal format:
...................................................................................................................................................
In English, however, it says:
NEW!!! Optical Surgery that GUARANTEES sight retrieval. At SPECIAL rates for the visually-handicapped. Brought to you by EYErony Medical Institution.
Glance decides to give it a try.
***
Alright that's all for today. Let's continue tomorrow.
And yes, it's a dumb story. Just humor me.
Anyway, I'm feeling rather disoriented now because it seems like a crazy day.
Either that or I've slept the whole afternoon and so now I feel a little queasy.
And smelly.
But anyway, I think I've managed to upset Luther again. Without knowing why. o.o
And someone just logged off when I tried talking. It's rather discouraging. However at least some other people are nice to talk to, like Lionel. Though I sound very preachy when I talk to him about emoness. And I hate sounding preachy, contrary to popular belief.
Wondering: where's WQ now, when's Jiunn Lin coming back, whether Khee Xuan is feeling better, when Luther is not going to be unresponsive, how Mark thinks of all the random things that make me laugh, why I'm hoping to skip outdoors tomorrow, why my holidays is ruined, how emoness occurs, why is my life like what it is now, how am I going to continue Glance and His Adventures, why I'm perspiring when it's nighttime, whether to go cycling/jogging later, why I'm thinking rather deviant thoughts now, why do I find some people irritating and some cute and some simply irresistible, why I'm not met the irresistible ones, why am I so bad at playing and at outdoors, what to do for the uniforms because Wensen is twice as blur as me, how do they make Popcorn Chicken at KFC, why had I say things that I will regret, why I feel like being hugged right now, why I'm such a loser, why am I so deceptive to myself, why do I like philosophical concepts, why do I feel so old.
Oh well. Whatever.
Why don't I have answers!
Alright, going to take a good cold shower. And hopefully jog a bit.
Then cross my fingers and hope for the best tomorrow. More tanning wow.
signed, jiasheng
If there's one thing I hate about being a blogger, it's telling people that a certain event is over. Firstly, if it's a good event, and I miss it, I'll become (subconsciously) emotional and tell everyone how I'm nostalgic about that certain activity and I miss the times we did something stupid/fun (most likely the two rolled into one). And so on. I'll ramble off about how I wish it had never ended.
On the other hand, I'm also very bad at describing events. Because somehow my mum drank alcoholic drinks when I was in utero, and therefore had given birth to a severely retarded individual who has zero audio and visual memory. And (subconsciously) I tend to exaggerate facts and add entire chunks of fiction which is well, fiction, like I married the ogress Fiona and we went to sail on the Black Pearl on our honeymoon and meet Chow Yun-Fat in Singapore. 鬼啊鬼啊！
Trust me, that is not hard to do with a severe retarded imagination like mine.
Conversely, if that is a nasty event that I did not enjoy in the least, I would either
1) NOT honour it by NOT writing about it
2) Complain till my (non-existing) fan club drops dead.
Thus you see how difficult my job is? How to please everyone?
But still due to overwhelming response (right) on my ever-so-popular tagboard (RIGHT. As in, sarcasm, but it can also mean the thingy over >>>>), I shall blog.
Oh, so this is about the band camp.
I must admit I was wondering if I could survive it, but in the end I wound up having a lot of fun. Well, skipping the indoor practices, when "the background music was especially nice"(that's what corny conductors say when you have a solo part and you didn't play it right), skipping outdoor when I incidentally burned myself by standing too near my junior Qifan and got scorched by his magnifying lens/glasses and had to be reconstructed on an atomic scale, it was fantastic.
And I find that freestyle is sometimes better than organized.
So. I did enjoy it. Yeah.
(Yes, whatever, I have nothing to say.)
Oh well. Shall go to sleep and die of exhaustion.
signed, jiasheng
