blog/enigma
YES! I'm back!
And you know what cheered me up? A trip to Popular! I got new stationery.
Oh.
Fine, don't give me that look. I get very high when I go near new pens and silver markers and mind-mapping colour pens, you have a problem with that? No? Good. Or else I'll stab you with my new pens.
On a side note, the Popular at Toa Payoh is going through renovation and thus the CD-Rama beside it is gone and they've gone and shifted the whole Popular one unit so the other side is all boarded up.
Yes I know you can't visualize what I'm talking about, so the best solution is to go take a bus to HDB Hub and see for yourself. It's only 46/47 cents, since the bus fares have risen 1-2cents. Or sen. Beri saya ... dolar!
Wow. Why am I so high! Like, 8 metres!
Or 8.748906386702 yards!
Or 1.590710252128 rods!
Or 2.592623431711E-16 parsecs!
Or 0.004319654427646 nautical miles!
Or 8000000000 nanometres!
Or 8000000 microns!
Or 8000 milimetres!
Or 0.004970969537899 miles!
Or 8.456006672197E-16 light years!
Or 0.001656989845966 leagues!
Or 0.008 kilometres!
Or 314.9606299213 inches!
Or 0.03976775630319 furlongs!
Or 26.2467191601 feet!
Or 4.374453193351 fathoms!
Or 80 decimetres!
Or 0.3976775630319 chains!
Or 800 centimetres!
Or 5.347669698136E-11 astronomical unit!
Or 80000000000 angstroms!
Wow. I've never ever seen some of the units, let alone know them. Happy converting!
Yay. I did about 3/4 of a maths paper and studied some geog today! Aren't I hard-working? Y'know, I'm going to look forward to mugging next week!
Life is great!
signed, jiasheng
The emo streak that I've been expecting since Monday is finally here.
So I guess my weekend will compose of me staying later nights, facestalking, doing random stuff, latenight cycling and generally doing nothing productive.
I'm so smart.
Since I'm at home alone now, with MSN not working very well, I can finally blast emo music (especially those with expletives). Then grow more emo until I can finally get over it. Gosh my life is terrible. (I'm just saying that because I'm emo.)
Let me just coop up in a little corner and wait for it to pass.
signed, jiasheng
This has gone way too far.
In a childish spite, my computer has rebooted itself for 8 times.
It rebooted when I tried to defragment my diskdrive.
It rebooted when I tried to delete Audition.
It rebooted when I was reading Qifann's blog.
It rebooted when I was reading my blog.
It rebooted when I tried to sign in to MSN (three times)
So I'm very afraid that it would do that again. As you might expect, I'm frantically pressing the draft button.
So there.
signed, jiasheng
"We were unable to sign you into Windows Live Messenger, possibly because of a problem with your Internet connection. Please try again later."
"Windows Live Messenger could not sign you in because the Windows Live ID you entered does not exist or is incorrect."
Then my computer restarted itself.
I was joking on MSN with a friend that "I should have trusted my gut feeling when the salesman said 'This computer have got attitude, dude!'" when the computer seemed to hear it and finally in a fit of stubbornness, shut up and off.
Moral of the story? Never pass derogative comments, especially when you're insulting the medium used to type those derogative comments. Walls have ears, and so do computers have feelings.
So terribly sorry to the person(s) who was/were talking to me. It's all my fault.
Some interesting things to share about my life today:
One. I've received a belated birthday present. I'm going to offer 3 adjectives/descriptive nouns and leave the rest to imagination.
Botanical.
Carnivorous.
Receptacle.
Happy guessing.
Two. I'm condemning bubbles for life. Eng Chuan, after his break from school yesterday, got more bubcils and distributed it around the class's more childish pupils. In case you have no idea what's a bubcil, it's a hybrid in which they breed pencils and bubble-blowers together, resulting in a pencil which can write and have a bubble blower at the other end. Usually marketed to children. Why a 14-year-old teenager would want to buy that is beyond me. I thought that his money could be put to better use, say, condoms, seeing his obvious sexual promiscuity.
Anyway, Zhi Hao happened to get hold of one and started blowing away. Evident signs of a deprived childhood. That or oral sex tendencies. (Pardon the crass)
Which resulted in an unmatched shouting showdown between Mr. Yang and no one else. Actually, I know him pretty well and.. I know his daughter too. But that's another story because.. after he barraged Zhi Hao he turned his attention to Jun Jie and me for not keeping class discipline and kerblah, kerblah, kerblah, so in the end the whole class got 5 jianbao, JJ and I got 10, and Zhi Hao 20.
I must declare it's not fair, but this world is unfair anyway. So who cares. Let's pray harder that his daughters get married off to Zhi Hao and Josh so that duo will abuse the girls and father-in-law as well.
Three. On a final note, I just realized why I've failing geography.
Just look at my reference:
World Map
signed, jiasheng
Apparently Jiasheng has gone insane, because instead of spending time on geography worksheets and history notes and mathematical exercises like what his conscientious peers are doing, he spent his Sunday mucking around (as usual) and watching the late night show Constantine (till midnight) and is now baking cookies (which is random).
Resulting in?
1) Keanu Reeves is so cool!
2) Hope my cookies turn out alright.
3) What's the first period tomorrow? Not geog, I hope?
Well. We shall see tomorrow. Meanwhile, let's search on Reeves and check my cookies and start searching for my books.
signed, jiasheng
If you're a literature-ish student, you might find this article interesting.
Otherwise, there's not much new around. I have to embark on another project, which I feel is totally inappropriate because exams are nearing and I have less than half a heart to do it. But who cares. It's not really my problem. And those things that I cared for very much apparently doesn't matter anymore now.
On a lighghter note, Zhengyu has officially got snarled into the emo-web now since he've changed his blogskin to something red and black, involving blood and emo Gothic candles. I can't even tag on his cbox because it wouldn't load. Darn.
I don't know how that guy survives with all those murderous thoughts. Maybe if some girl likes him he'll be better (don't ask me why I had that random thought. It's random). Maybe I should introduce someone to him. He's a nice person, really.
And Wq started torishite-ing me again. Fine. But I will work hard for EOYS!
Which reminds me to start mugging. Great.
I hate work.
signed, jiasheng
Sometimes I find myself very emo after reading Zhenyang's blogs. There's one post about him going off to explore the school in the morning, and it kinds of reminds me of the times when I too feel that I don't belong and just want to walk away and start on some sort of exciting journey when I only have to worry about myself and nothing else.
Zhenyang is that kind of person who is only passively quiet, but is more colourful and vibrant with warm hues than all those flamboyant classmates I have. If I'm Ralph, then he's Piggy and Simon melded together. I'm glad to have such a wise and thoughtful friend like him. *this is not to hope that he'll die, though both characters die in the novel. Why must the good die young! -wails-*
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Thought I'll say something to get it off my chest because I originally wanted to post something funny. Well, today's theme is "You are what you listen." So let's embark on that.
Some selections from my playlist:
How to Touch a Girl (JoJo): No, contrary to popular belief, this is not about my carnal fantasies (if they exist). Qifann sent me this a few weeks ago and I like it because it's a slow song without being too emo, but doesn't bloom into some powerhouse opera song like When You Believe which I find refreshing. And the lyrics are rather meaningful too (this goes out to those freaks training their biceps and pecs and wherever the body grows rubbery muscles - life isn't all about hotbods, darlings.) Hmmm! I wonder what does this mean. Perhaps I'm perfect boyfriend material.
Nobody's Home (Avril Lavigne): This song was Song of the Season for about a week. It's about this girl who's the outcast of society. I felt like that girl a lot during that time. And I felt especially ironic when I listen to it at home.
Behind these Hazel Eyes(Kelly Clarkson): My eyes are technically a much darker brown than hazel, but I heart this song! I listened to it when I was like very emo, and coupled with a few more emo songs I could cry. YES, the power of music. Anyway, dear Kelly really gave her all in the very exciting and surreal music video when she was the bride but the groom was cheating on her. So she ran into the gothic forest outside the church (yes, no link) when she saw her darkish-looking alter-ego. She was wearing a gorgeous white gown (the real one) and she started rolling in the mud to the music. (Hey, imagine the cost of the mv) The best part was when she came back to her senses and stood at the wedding ceremony, realized the folly of the marriage, and threw the bouquet she held at the vixen who was still eying the groom, and ran out of the church doors to the bright sunlight outside.
Girlfriend(Avril Lavigne): Ah. The bitchy song which I commented some months ago. But I really love it now. Perhaps I've been bitchized. Anyway, Avril again twinned herself in the music video. The 'boyfriend' isn't that cute though. This song is convenient in the way that you can play it anywhere. People might not like it (especially old fogey people who have very disagreeable demeanors) but it elevates your personal bitch level to the point that you don't care. The only inconvenient part is the part when she sings "mother********" and that's when I have to cover my sister's ears when I blasted it at Fairprice when we were shopping for groceries.
How to Save a Life(The Fray): Lionel sent me this song and I've placed it in my heart along with other favorites like -. I depended on this song when I was very depressed and busy a few weeks ago (oh, no prizes for guessing. No prizes.) so it kinda triggers bad memories. Cried to this song a couple of times. It's again, deep, in a straightforward sense and if you're the good Samaritan (like I am xP) you should not consider listening to the song. It might discourage you.
I Will Be(Avril Lavigne): If I was still crushing over someone, I would put this song as my number one favorite. But since I've converted to Zenism and will view everything as none of my business, now scram, it's not. The lyrics are actually quite pathetic as you listen. But it does convey the singer (and the listener) to be someone needful of the love that they've lost because some idiotic person had dumped them irresponsibly and betrayed their trust. (Yes this is random and yet it's not.)
You're Beautiful(James Blunt): I know, I know, putting this song on the list is such a sin. It sullies all the other songs. But I don't know, I just like this song quite a lot. I really don't know why; the singer sings like an alien, the music video sucks like a person who strips and jumps into the sea, and there's even a vain parody of the song on Youtube by Madtv. It's crazy. And I listen to the uncensored version so instead of a nice sensation like flying, I get some crude act. Perhaps the only reason I like it is because I get praised every time the chorus comes.
Shut Up And Drive(Rihanna): This is one sex-crazed song. It's understandable I guess. I mean, what else can a 19-year-old teenager sing about? (Yes she's that young.) So it's sexsexsex all the way, with more sex at the back. The lyrics are full of innuendos and the music video doesn't even bother anymore. Basically she prances around and spreads her legs in very suggestive manners around cars. I must give it up for the music company- this is the classic positive cohesion technique whereby they take two things which men enjoy and cramp them together with an adhesive called sex. So with cars and women, who needs Viagra? And why do I like this song? Because I'm as slutty as her, only worse? Nah. I'm just sexy.
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Alright, this is just a tiny fraction of the song collection I have. And I haven't even talked about chinese songs yet.
But I'll let your eyes rest for a while.
Say thank you.
...
You're welcome.
signed, jiasheng
I had the positively most disturbing oral experience for all time.
As in. My Jap Oral.
As in. My Japanese Oral Assessment Test.
AS IN. MY JAPANESE LANGUAGE ORAL ASSESSMENT TEST.
Gosh. The things I do to make myself sound normal. Which by the way, I am NOT.
Today was the doomed Japoral that I knew that I would screw up, big time. It consists of a reading passage, a 1-minute speech that you have to memorize, a conversation about your topic, and free conversation.
The speech I prepared during Chinese lesson.(Which you're supposed to prepare 3 weeks beforehand) I timed myself and it was about 1 minute and 15 minutes.
Have fun reading:
こんにちは。今、私の夢について話したいと思います。私の夢は漫画家になることです。理由は漫画が大好きです。漫画のカレッタは可愛いり、むかしは面白いり、絵をきれいり、漫画が大好きです。しかし、漫画家になることは簡単ではありません。多い絵を書かなくてはいけないから、漫画家は忙しい人です。そして、綺麗な漫画を描きにくいです。ですから、私はがんばっています。多い漫画を読みます。本当に漫画家になりたいので、一生懸命にがんばります。
Good afternoon. Now, I will like to talk about my dream. My dream is to become a manga artist.The reason is because I like mangas a lot. Manga characters are cute; the story is interesting and the pictures are nice; therefore I like manga. However, being a manga artist is not simple. Because they have to draw many pictures, manga artists are busy people. And also, beautiful mangas are difficult to draw. Therefore, I am working hard. I read a lot of mangas. As I really want to become a manga artist, I will work with all my life.
Well. As you can see, it's rather d/t, so. Yep. You may think it's rather good, but
ONE: I screwed up 'simple' because it was supposed to be 'kantan' when i said 'kendan'. And the last part about "working with all my life"? I screwed up the pronunciation and in the end it turned up to be "As I really want to become a manga artist, I will other-sexuality evidently work hard." (一生懸命-＞異性証明) Yes, I know, I can qualify for the next Ms South Carolina Park.
My reading passage was okay except that there was another kantan that I read as kendan.
Speaking of Ms. South Carolina Park's map dilemma, I also conveniently messed up my topic conversation and free conversation partly due to me being unsure of using the informal or formal form to the teacher. To add to the complication, she asked in formal form and added my name to every question, so I was very very nervous. I really sound like Ms. SCP, only much worse:
Sensei: Jyasen-san,so you draw mangas right?
Me: uh... uh.. yes, I draw mangas.
Sensei: Jyasen-san, what do you draw?
Me: uhms... eh.. Because.. I mean, I draw badly. So I draw simply. For example... uhms... *pauses for a long long time* for example, I draw people. I also draw animals.
Sensei (by now having a contorted expression on her face, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry, also known as kuxiaobude) :Oh, is that so? Japanese mangas, right?
Me: Yes, that is so.
Sensei: Do you have a lot of mangas? (I couldn't understand it. AT ALL. It's until now that I realize what she meant)
Me: HUH. I mean, can you please repeat it, I'm sorry.
Sensei: Do you read a lot of mangas (She rephrased it in a simpler sentence)
Me: *still distraught over the last question* uhms... uhms.
Sensei: *stares at me*
Me: (sudden realization) Oh yes, I read about lot of mangas. Like Inuyasha, Fruits Basket (which is, by the way, a manga for girls)...
Sensei: *weird look on face again* Ah, I see. *starts to rub out some stuff on my score sheet which makes me more nervous than ever*
Sensei: Jyasen-san (there she goes again), your school is HCI right?
Me: Yes.
Sensei: Can you tell me about your school?
Me: HCI is spacious and a little old *stunned* (I should have said spacious BUT a little old)
Sensei: I see. Please talk about your school life.
Me: Uhms... Erms.. I think... my school life is interesting and enjoyable.
Sensei: Why is it enjoyable?
Me: I, I.. I.. With my friends, no, I mean I have friends there and the teachers there are nice, no, sincere people. (Yes, it is proven that we get more nervous when we lie)
Sensei: Really. (See? Even she's skeptical.)
Sensei: Is your school convenient?
Me: I.. take the bus to school. About 30 minutes. Therefore... it's convenient.
Sensei: Jyasen-san, what do you do in school?
Me: *mishears question* I live in Toa Payoh.
Sensei: Ah. Do you like travelling? (notice the topic switch)
Me: *completely thrown off-balance because I was expecting something else* uh....................... yes, I like travelling.
Sensei: So where have you gone?
Me: A number of places such as Malaysia and China.
Sensei: When is the last time you went to China?
Me: Erm.. *long pause as I struggle to remember how to say 'last year'* five years.
Sensei: *big-eyed* What did you do there?
Me: Erms... I... I shopped and ate there.
Sensei: How is the food there?
Me: Interesting.. I mean, delicious. (interesting=omoshiroi. delicious=oiishii.)
Sensei: Oh. I see. *rubs out scoresheet again* You can go now.
Me: *breathes a sigh of relief* THANK YOU. *and escapes from the classroom*
Gosh. My experience from hell.
signed, jiasheng
This is the best day I've had in my life so far. 19th Sept 2007. Oh, what brilliance.
It began with 18th Sept, when Relmo and Sean Chia started smsing me. Relmo was like as usual crapping with me and wishing me a happy bday's eve, while Sean that blur king thought that it WAS my birthday and I managed to get him to sms later xD
I did my IS term project (finally!) because Kent Cheong rushed me and gave the deadline as 19th Sept (find that familiar, folks?) I didn't want to do it on my bday so I got Zhenyang to help me and it's DONE. Albeit badly.
Then I went with Zhenyang to Compass point and we looked at some cute Minitoons and Action City stuff. After he went back home, I went to the Popular there and bought color paper and a silver marker. It's for my birthday notes.
Yeah I've been writing birthday notes for those who I think had made a significant difference in my life. Some of you might have received it. I think it's one of the best ideas that I've come up with. It's like a fresh start. I've written notes for people who I've been brooding over. Finally I can get it off my chest. It's incredible. I've been keeping things to myself for so long, I've almost forgotten about them. By writing things that I've been securing in myself, it's almost cathartic.
But it also means that there's alot to write about. I've wrote for:
Jiexuan, Huiyao, Edwin, Liuzhen, Luther, Qifann, Lionel, Weiqi, Zongxian... a lot of people.
But I also have to write for more people like bubusan, Liangjun, Relmo, Syl, ... it's quite scary.
I hope I can really start my 14th year on a great note.
Now about my day ;)
I woke up at about 1 something to do Zhenyang's lit presentation. (I'll talk more about that later)
Then my brother hogged the com so I began writing the notes when I'm supposed to do geog.
Fell asleep at 4.45. Woke up at about 6. Fell asleep on the bus. Woke up at the KAP stop. So I walked back (I could have taken a bus, but I believe it's fated that I woke then) It's not a bad thing that I walked, because I felt more awake and I bought a chocolate bar on the way. So I started my morning like that. Eating a choco bar, walking in the twilight: it's actually a great way to start a day (not for dieting people though *grins*)
While I walked I received a super long sms from Zhengyu about me being born 14 years ago ._. haha. Zhenyang sent me too! When I reached the bandroom, no one seemed to notice but Zhengyu wished me again. Then OMG Zhitao and Qifan came! I was telling Weiqi (who wished me aloud so Mark and Liuzhen could hear it as I went in the band room to get my hp) that it must be my birthday miracle.
One more person to full eupho attendance! Gogogo!
I went into the class with a light mood and Marcus was in my seat as usual so I pouted and said, "Hey.. make my day leh.. my birthday leh.." then Marcus started grabbing my hand and shaking it. After that he took my hand and got Guo Xin and Kwang Ming to shake it. Ow. But I appreciate it xD
Then I got the bad news that Lim CC had swopped lessons with English because I've not done my geog and was preparing to do it during recess. Oh wells. And it's not a bad thing! Because I didn't bring my jacket, so while the rest were inside the ProEd Room freezing to death, I was happily outside pretending to do my work and smsing Qifann who skipped the morning lessons because he faked diarrhea :) and my recess is now free :)
Then I was asking Weize if he needed to go for the pull-up training. Weize was like "of course" and asked me. And yay I revealed my birthday again so Weize announced it to the whole class and I got a nice messed up hairstyle because someone ruffled it.
It was P.E. after geog and I forgot to bring my attire ("Again?" -qfnn) so I used his method and told the teacher I had a stomachache this morning. I slacked around, being entertained by Matthew who didn't want to strip because he didn't bring his P.E. so he was begging Sean to lend him his shirt. It's really fun.
Then I lied (again) and told the teacher I needed to go to the loo (you should have seen my pained expression! Star Awards, here I come) and ran to the classroom to get my silver marker to continue writing notes, only to find it locked by some idiot who BROKE OFF THE HANDLE. So we're practically locked outside. I ran back and got the key from the office. Thanks yaonian for getting the key for me! Cheers xD
During recess I showed Zhenyang the presentation and he wore a very confused expression so I feared the worst later, but it's alright. I spent Chinese lesson crapping with Guo Xin and writing more notes.Guo Xin was acting cute and grumbling why he didn't get a note from me. I told him my marker was out of ink and he was bushuang so I used my silver pen xD and gave it to him during maths lesson, when he fell asleep while Mrs. Khoo was talking about stats.
During the break I went to look for Zhengyu to give him the note but he was still have class so I gave Teezhuo his when I was walking back. It's rather weird because I've not talked to him for almost half a year.
The last two lesson we had a slack English period on idioms and I learned some new idioms like "overturn the apples in the cart".
There was one with the woman cutting the cake! It was supposed to be a "piece of cake" and I put "you can't have your cake and eat it".
Then during lit Zhenyang presented badly because I didn't take the initiative to do the presentation at his level. I should have presented it myself. Ms Quah told me to help Zhenyang to redo the slides again. I was knocking my head on the wall but Zhenyang was being very nice about it and told me not to feel guilty because he'll feel even guiltier. I promised him that I wouldn't.
Oh did I mention that Zhenyang gave me a present as usual? Yeah it's a super cute Eeyore plush and a Pooh cup. Zhengyu as usual just shared the cost, but I appreciate the effort xD
After school I mucked about and Sean was a bit annoyed at me because I niaoed him a little. I went to the band room and wrote more notes, and before I went home, I gave Liuzhen and Edwin their notes. Edwin smsed me later to wish me.
I went home and guess what I did? SLEEP, of course. I only had like 3 hours of sleep. So if you want to see my birthday cake photos, I was half-dead. I fell back to sleep after Mum dragged me off the bed. Then I collapsed on the sofa again till 11 something.
It's a great day. Really.
signed, jiasheng
Today is really an apt day to talk about birthdays because a lot of things related to that particular subject came up to me today.
FIRST: I got Syl's present for her birthday. It's as usual something blue (can't get baby blue though.) and I'm going to write a card and send it off to Isaac. (She told me to. And told me not to ask. Darn she knows me well.)
SECOND: Liuzhen's birthday today. I have one wish for him: Please grow more mature than me so I can hate you properly. Or else it's no fun hating some infantile creature with no EQ.
THIRD: My birthday is officially drawing nearer. It's only 4 days away! (Yes qfnn you now know.) So it's time to list my wishlist so no one would get me anything and I'll die a miserable death on my birthday slashing my emo wrists with emo penknives.
What I want for 19th Sept
1) Nothing.
I figure that that's the only thing I can ask for without feeling disappointed.
But birthdays are still supposed to be exciting so I'll ask 3 things of anyone who remembers my birthday:
1) Forgive me if I've forgotten your birthday.
2) Buy yourself a present since I'm too stingy to give out presents.
3) Be happy that day. I'll feel happier with more happy people around me. (urgh! 3 'happy's in a sentence.
That's Jiasheng, another year older in 4 days...
signed, jiasheng
There's nothing to blog about today.
Actually, plenty. But I don't like to blog about old stuff. It's moldy.
And the thing I wanted to blog about today? After I put my planning pitch as my pm, 3 people asked me about it so he wins.
I shan't write about it.
signed, jiasheng
Jiasheng woke up in a groggy daze and immediately sensed that something was not right.
First was the smell. A pervading odor of sulfur assaulted his olfactory faculties, a sharp choking pungency. He bent over, tearing up and coughed harshly against the silence.
Silence? The ambiance was not the usual HDB noisiness that he usually woke up to. There were no cats creating a ruckus, nor inconsiderate neighbours listening to music late into the night. All there was an oppressive quietness that was louder than sound, an expanding ring of pressure that made Jiasheng want to open his eyes at where exactly he was. He did not like the feeling of not knowing.
Slowly, he rubbed the tears away and tried to see. A blinding pain literally shot up his eyes, forcing him to return to darkness. After several attempts, Jiasheng was horrified to find himself robbed of his sight. He could no longer see.
It was at that time when a resounding vociferation took the silence like a vase and smashed it into a thousand pieces.
"WELCOME TO HELL."
Fearful, Jiasheng raved lucidly like a madman, "Who is this? Who are you? Where am I?"
"YOU ARE IN HELL. I AM YOUR ULTIMATE PUNISHER, AND I AM HERE TO DELIVER WHAT YOU DESERVE."
"What did I do? Oh my god, I don't deserve this! I want to go back! I promise I'll be good! Please, oh whoever this is, please!"
"TOO LATE."
Jiasheng sobbed pitifully, his tears quickly consumed by a heat which was making its entrance swiftly. Fire and brimstone, he thought to himself, oh my god, it's all true!
"At least tell me what I did to deserve this," Jiasheng conceded defeat, with an air of fatalism.
"YOUR GREATEST SIN: ON 11/9/07, YOU BETRAYED YOUR PEDAGOGIC MENTORS AND DILIGENT PEERS BY SLEEPING FOR A FULL 12 HOURS, AND THUS NOT DOING THE TASK ON YOUR TO-DO-LIST. YOU HAVE WASTED TIME AND ENERGY ON AN EXTREMELY UNPRODUCTIVE ACTIVITY.
YOUR SECOND SIN: AFTER YOUR SIESTA, YOU PROCEEDED TO WRITE A SATIRE ON IT. HOW YOU IRK ME! MEN, TAKE HIM AWAY TO THE DEEPEST OF OUR RECESSES, AND CONDEMN HIM TO A SLEEPLESS TORTURE."
"Nooooo!" cried Jiasheng as unseen forces dragged him away to his fateful demise.
signed, jiasheng
Well, well well. What an interesting first day of school.
I was basically freaking out when I went to school because I slept at 3 AM and woke up at 5 AM (don't ask me what I was doing before 3. I have no idea. Most of the time I was engaging in an extremely absorbing form of entertainment.)
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Now let the words sink in to form the thoughts: "Jiasheng. Is. Sick." in your mind. Before I reveal that I've been guiltlessly watching MADTV on youtube. It's very very entertaining. I suggest the following keywords if you really have nothing to do (which is impossible, because the ominous end-of-years looms even closer and we will all DIE. YES it's the truth, believe it or not.):
Madtv (then add the following keywords) : 3 minute meal, you're beautiful, saw 4, phone sex...
Oh, and search for iPad too! A, not o. I guarantee funness *grins*
Back to what happened today, I was freaking out because I only had 2 hours of quality sleep (not counting the bumpy ride on the bus.) and I owe daidaiironokan the drama report so I was in a state of rigor mortis the whole morning. Partly from my dead-bed zombie look with eyebags bigger than any other bag on my body (think schoolbags, you sex-crazed nymphomaniacs!) and partly from the countless number of brain cells dying in my brain from stress, so some of you might have seen an undead wandering about the school campus.
Then I heard the fantastic news that daidaiironokan isn't coming for any lessons today afterall! Clearly, there is a (no don't make me say it) WATER HYDRANT.
Now that was random. Yeah, things that don't make sense seems to surface more often when people don't come for lessons to collect drama reports. (That was random, too!)
That seemed to lightened my day a lot because I made the random japanese sentence of the day: 降りたいこと：雨の夢。(Lit: to wish to fall: rain's dream)
Well, partly because the rain started falling just after the band went back to assemble. And wq, again, started to remind me that there is no such grammar as 降りたいこと because it's not used as a noun and .... that's when I was thinking to myself: isn't it supposed to be random?
Then the good news that happened next is that I got back my Chem paper! AND YES it is an A1 like I've expected. A pretty low one though, but I'm satisfied. I could have gotten at least 2 and a half more marks, but I don't really like to beg for marks when other B3 people are begging for an A so I just left it.
Which brings us to the point that ookikoe is a good teacher but she marks so retardedly that hydrogen oxide is wrong when we're supposed to write water.
And she deducted marks when I wrote both the chemical symbols and the names when she asked for the names.
I'm fuming but the thought of the nice A1 still fuzzes me up. Mmmmm!
Then comes geog which I slacked because. Well. It's geog, and therefore self-explanatory.
Then triple english lang lit! I got HIGH DISTINCTION FOR ICAS ENGLISH MCQ! (Yay. Yay.)
That means I have a double highD! Heard that I am the only sec2 who got highD. Wow. That's incredible.
The rest of the day was rather anticlimatic unless you count the moment when my sensei niaoed me for not studying for Jap and thus getting the lowest score for a CA ever.
But nevermind. Jiasheng has lived through the first day of school,and with that he can do everything.
signed, jiasheng
I'm positive that I'm going to get into trouble tomorrow. I mean today. This probably sums up what I've done during the holidays.
Tag replies:
yaonian: that's very kind of you to say so.
ee: i know sarcasm when i see it.
I really don't have anything substantial to say. But the so-called war at my tagboard is at least bringing in more life to it. Let's just be stupid half-fullists and be glad for the publicity.
signed, jiasheng
YES, I've finally realized the solution to the many time paradoxes of Secret.
1) The correction fluid: Introducing the new and improved table-correction-fluid set from the 22nd century, kindly brought to you by Dough-Ra-Eh-Mon Company. It allows you to leave a message (using the stylus, THE correction fluid) on a surface (THE school table). The message is hidden until the user programs it to appear. The exact time and the person which it will only appear to can be accurately set. Available at all patched MapleEARTH Moneyshops, at 1200-@cash for one unit or 10000@cash for 10.
2) Time paradox: Coming in the form of a piano (with the keys yellowed for an antiqued feel), the TIME PARADOX RESETTER is another product from the future, which automatically resets any paradoxes created by human error because of lame movie plots or crying girls with asthma. It can solve any problem ranging from deleting murderous sessions with your great-grandparents to finding THE piano score for travelling time (another product of Dough-Ra-Eh-Mon Co, the novel time-travel machine for virtuoso pianists)
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And guess what I found on my tagboard today? A rat! Seriously, a tanned Indian rat. It's rather rare, but guess what, it's a tanned Indian rat which plays the horn! Now that's something you can't find every day.
As usual, it was sprouting rubbish, but who cares, it's eye-candy enough to see such a rare beast appearing on one's tagboard. I replied to its inane squeaks, but I don't think it can understand human language. Although rats are pretty smart creatures, this certain species use it only for cunningness so I guess all they do is chase their tails.
Well, happy spotting it on my tagboard! Maybe you can try speaking to it, too!
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Well. Fine. I flamed again.
It's not like I wouldn't go to hell (if there is one) so I don't really mind. I get a kick out of writing stuff like that. Maybe I'm just twisted in the way I am.
Speaking to ee (in actual fact I have no idea who that person is, but since he/she/it has given me the chance to guess, I shan't waste the chance) again, I must first stress that I appreciate it. I really do.
Because in any way I look at it, I would only offer advice to someone who I care about. If I don't give a damn about the person, I would probably just flame him/her and leave him to fume about me even more.
I don't know about karma, or the saying "what goes around comes around". Will I get retribution? Will someone who I've irritated strongly enough eventually cause my ultimate demise? I don't know. And to be honest, I don't really worry that much. In all my life, I've learned never to trust a person better than myself.
It's a sad life, I must say. Not being able to lean on someone when there's trouble. Or dealing things by myself when obstacles come and go. I don't like it. There are many a times when I wish I could just be able to trust someone enough to really befriend him/her, so I don't have to smile plastically, or fake a laugh. But then the memories come back, and I find myself saying, "Umm, that's nice. I have to go, see you tomorrow."
I really hate it. But one of the hardest things to change in life are habits, and everything I stare at myself introspectively, chiding myself for being naive, berating myself for being pretentious.. it all becomes dark and murky and hopeless.
To what ee mentioned about revenge from others, I actually chortled bitterly. Yeah, I get that frequently. Regret? No, I'm immune.
Friends I used to have? The more I think of it, the more I realized that the pages of my friendship book are blank. I flip frantically, but after the last page, I finally give up.
Forgive? Forget? Who's going to do this to me?
Maybe I sound cold and unfeeling, but in reality, I mind. I mind a lot. Frankly, I hate myself this way. Who likes being hateful and anti-social? I imagine myself to be a bright lively creature, not someone who enjoys the dank dungeon hiding from everyone else.
But it's too late now isn't it? Yeah. It is.
***
Not everything bad came out of it. At least I realized why I still have friends. The people who respect me for who I am, laugh genuinely at my jokes, and don't probe uncomfortably. Yeah. Thanks a lot.
signed, jiasheng
Yesterday was a CRAZY day.
I thought that was the instruments course for me and so I tagged along with the rest of the fun people (Weiqi, Zongxian...) to take 74 to ACS(I). Then after I lugged my instrument to the school, in my nice combination of light-colored T-shirt, Levi's jeans, baby blue belt, white casual shoes, and appeared in front of the counter, the admin people told me: "Oh, group E? Your course is on Sunday."
Oh, silly me. My course is on Sunday. So I'll just lug my not-so-light instrument back to school, then. No problemo.
So I left ACS(I) with a murderous intent in my heavy heart and an even heavier load.
Actually, it's all my fault for not making the dates clear, so the murderous intent was not about the admin girl who had makeup and green earrings and wore a brightly-colored undergarment underneath her white pristine uniform but for my blurkingness.
Anyway, I was feeling very bored with the boring people mugging in band room (namly Edwin, Liang Sai, Yong Jie, Yiyi, Mark) so I went back to help Weiqi take his instrument from ACS(I)
and we went for lunch at coro. We went to play arcade and later I went to his house to watch Secret.
(Anyway, the about is a summary of what happened because blogger ate that part out.)
So, as a conclusion, I had a fun day (yes, anti-climatic, but blame blogger.)
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Regarding ee's tags, I'll reply later.
signed, jiasheng
Jiasheng has switched from coruscration to caliginousness...
signed, jiasheng
1) Today was a fun day involving qfnn, me and clothes. Go figure.
2) Then I went with wq, derek and another-of-his-cool-ispark-friends-whose-name-i-forgot to apply for JLPT. Go figure.
3) Then I bought an ice-blended peach drink which made me want to puke. Go figure.
4) Then I logged on and wanted to tag someting scandalous on wq's blog, but decided not to. Go figure.
5) Then I talked to Zongchen, but he didn't reply. Go figure.
6) Then I blogged, and realized you can't see the bold words on my blog. Go figure.
7) Then I see this alert message telling that "Elliott emo? " logged in. Go figure.
1) Uniforms madness. But more manageable with my new partner qfnn. We did something illegal in the SALT centre band room *giggles*. Right. I shall leave space for imagination. Anyway, we were rather productive and at least I managed to do something worthwhile this holiday. We did meet some dog poop on our way to get the key from Melissa though, so it sort of spoiled the day because it was still lingering around in the band room when I left but it's alright I guess.
2) Japanese Language Proficiency Test. We had a fun time talking on the way, laughing at the UGIS STREET (apparently the sign dropped off) and going the some sleazy-looking place to apply. The fun part was when we all went crazy (well, actually just Derek and XXX) who started slapping and scratching wq's and my application form because it's carbon-imprinted so when you write one copy it imprints 4. Kinda cool, eh? Anyway, I was trying to protect my paper from being defamed (theoretically if you slap the first copy really hard, the rest would have a big palmprint)
3) Yes, I'm never buying from that place EVER. And to think I was honest and return them the extra change, too.
4) Oh, it was the lynette girl. I wanted to quote her saying "the dude with nice handwriting and white spec" describing wq so I can torisuru him by saying "oh, she remembers your physical features" but I restrained myself to tell him personally on MSN.
5) He's probably having some posh dinner at some posh resturant with some posh people. Oh wait, he replied.
6) Which probably means I need a new blogskin. Aww, mann. Just when it's something nice.
7) And now we're talking about sex. Emo = sex? Food for thought.
Word of the day: antiquarian \an-tuh-KWAIR-ee-uhn\
noun:
1. One who collects, studies, or deals in objects or relics from the past. adjective:
1. Of or pertaining to antiquarians or objects or relics from the past.
2. Dealing in or concerned with old or rare books.
And the phrase of the day? Go figure
signed, jiasheng
Actually, I wanted to blog about the Nonami workshop when Huiyao got molested by Nonami and I went to accompany Sean to buy a jacket, but something more interesting comes to mind.
AHHA. The big cbox flaming session.
The first thing that comes to mind is that wow, I finally got flamed. It was actually something I've been perversely looking forward to because after flaming so many people, it was pretty weird not to have some angry-pitchfork-holding individuals/ crowds return the favour.
Well, regarding my tags, I had to admit that I did feel very much like a hypocrite. I mean, sure, I tend to do stupid and conflicting things, but writing stuff like that is really hypocritical. You can even say I asked for it. So for once, I'm not defending myself (directly, anyway) for writing stuff like that.
Maybe on a subconscious level, I really want Lionel to get over his "oh I didn't become the BM, so I'm a total failure and I'm so lousy compared to Edwin" thoughts.* I know how it feels to not live up to your dreams and aspirations. Or being told you're not good enough to do something you know you can do. I know it all too well. (Oh, the irony!**)
Oh the other hand, it is also Lionel's fault for being so self-defeatistic about the whole politics affair because brooding over something stupid like this. So in my opinion, Edwin shouldn't suffer like that.
In any case, you can't say I'm happy when someone accuses you of something you hate being but 2 nice things came out of it:
1) I was ecstatic when I saw noname's and qfnn's tags. It was really sweet of you guys to defend me.
2) At least more than 3 people read my blog.
Disclaimers:
*I have no idea if Lionel feels this way, but it seems so, so again the power of assumption kicks in.
**someone from the trumpet section (no prizes for guessing) once told me, "wait for your year" when I once proposed some improvements for the band. And yeah, I'm still bitter.
By the way, I'm REALLY curious who ee is. Maybe some of you would like to contribute your i.p. addresses. We might discover Lionel's/Edwin's/Lionel's and Edwin's secret admirer/steady! Wow.
Alright, just joking. But I'm grateful for ee. Else, how would I know that I actually have friends who would defend me at all/no cost? *smiles*
By the way, my handphone number's 97325413 if you don't know me. I'll be glad to chat. (Ah, yes, the desperateness of Jiasheng.)
signed, jiasheng
Just a downdate update that I've updated my blog so. It's done.
Nothing much to blog about, so I'll do it the lazy way and share something.
Colloquial Contest Winner
GDT (don't ask me, I don't know what on earth or mars is that) is pleased to announce that the winner of the Colloquial Contest is Joshua French. (Cool name, no? how frenchistic) He answered all twenty-seven colloquialisms correctly and will be pocketing fifty dollars (misers!) of contest prize money as soon as we can get RIT(my guess is it stands for ritardando) to cough it up.
Just to enlighten our readerage, we are now posting the answers to the colloquialisms. As a side note, the second runner-up missed the first place spot by one incorrect word, so the race to the finish was terribly tight, but we thank everyone who participated in the contest.
Colloquialisms and Answers
1. Scintillate, scintillate asteroid minific.
* Twinkle, twinkle little star.
2. Members of an avian species of identical plumage congregate.
* Birds of a feather flock together.
3. Surveillance should precede saltation.
* Look before you leap.
4. Pulchritude possesses solely cutaneous profundity.
* Beauty is only skin deep
5. It is fruitless to become lachrymose over precipitately departed lacteal fluid
* There's no use in crying over spilled milk.
6. Freedom from incrustations of grim is contiguous to rectitude.
* Cleanliness is next to godliness.
7. The stylus is more potent than the claymore.
* The pen is mightier than the sword.
8. It is futile to attempt to indoctrinate a superannuated canine with innovative maneuvers.
* You can't teach an old dog new tricks.
9. Eschew the implant of creection and vitiate the scion.
* Spare the rod, spoil the child.
10. The temperature of the aqueous contents of an unremittingly ogled saucepan does not reach 212 degrees F.
* A watched pot never boils.
11. All articles that conruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous.
* All that glitters is not gold.
12. Where there are visible vapors having their provenience in ignited carbonaceous materials, there is conflagration.
* Where there's smoke, there's fire.
13. Sorting on the part of mendicants must be interdicted.
* Beggars can't be choosers.
14. A plethora of individuals with expertise in culinary techniques vitiate the potable concoction produced by steeping certain comestibles.
* Too many cooks spoil the broth.
15. Eleemosynary deeds have their incipience intramurally.
* Charity begins at home.
or
* Good deeds begin within.
16. Male cadavers are incapable of yielding any testimony.
* Dead men tell no tales.
17. Individuals who make their abode in vitreous edifices would be advised to refrain from catapulting petrous projectiles.
* People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
18. Neophyte's serendipity.
* Beginner's luck.
19. Exclusive dedication to necessitous chores without interlude of hedonistic diversion renders John a hebetudinous fellow.
* All work and no play makes John a dull boy.
20. A revolving lithic conglomerate accumulates no congeries of small, green bryophitic plants.
* A rolling stone gathers no moss.
21. The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation possesses thereby the optimal cachinnation.
* He who laughs last, laughs best.
22. Abstention from any aleatory undertakings precludes a potent escalation of a lucrative nature.
* Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
23. Missiles of ligneous or oterous consistency have the potential of fracturing my osseous structure, but appellations will eternally remain innocuous.
* Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
24. Rejection of conspicuous consumption prevents penury.
* Waste not, want not.
25. The depth of nocturnal gloom reaches its zenith just prior to the appearance of a flood of eastern photons.
* It's always darkest before the dawn.
26. Rapidity of nuptualization can be bemoaned over an extended period of terrestrial rotation.
* Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
27. He failed to have a single femur, tibia or fibula available to support his bulk.
* He did not have a leg to stand on.
It bothers me that I have a lot of words to learn, but another disturbing fact is that if they had so much time to compose these incredible sentences, why aren't they saving the urth?
Something from wq:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=VexO1L0_d2U (I can't emb it because the skin's dimensions are too small.
If you noticed, she's totally ecstatic when she performs. It reminds me of why I stay in the band: the euphoric sensation of making music, and playing with people I enjoy being with.
signed, jiasheng
Yes, I am super patriotic and passionate about band and euphonium. But since I posted just now, I shall post later and update all my stupid links and profile stuff.
Oh a side note, I just realized I'm just about everything on the ABHORS list of qifann's blog. Wow.
signed, jiasheng
Song: I'm still stuck to Nobody's Home until someone sends me I Will Be (which is one emo song to another, but hey, cut your wrists today!)
Word: solecism \SOL-uh-siz-uhm\, noun:
1. A nonstandard usage or grammatical construction; also, a minor blunder in speech.
2. A breach of good manners or etiquette.
3. Any inconsistency, mistake, or impropriety.
Actually, I'm starting to feel the futility of putting the words of the day if I don't use them. Therefore I shall try to inject some stupendous and bombastic vocabulary so even less people would visit this blog. (0-1
This blog is an epitome of solecism.
Anyway, the Namly Park event was alright, we just played in the playground. Somehow, the teachers are under the illusion that we played well (oh, Mr. Tharman too) so I shall attribute it to Qifann's long-distance hypnosis.
Oh, one thing that I discover today is that hwachong students actually produce works of fine literature. Especially iSparkians with their distinct nolinking and inane theories and whatdotheycallthat, ah, the sparkslang.
Speaking of iSpark, I stalked one home today. Ahaha I was mingling (This is a PRO concept by Bodong, go ask him) with the Sec1s when I had this epiphany that yes, I should stalk some sec1 home today and tada, I ended up getting lost and wandering around their ohmygodish big and rich estate and got chased by some bloodhound and basically loitering in their amazing maze of mazes.
I think the wealthy like to play games like these so the poor robbers would have to carry out their operation by helicopters.
In any case, that sec 1 actually got his mum to fetch me out to the bus stop, after giving me chrysanthemum tea at his house. I don't have to mention how imposing and incredibly malu I felt. But let's let that go.
To the point of that sec1, it isn't that hard to guess so I shall cultivate a healthy culture of mind games and exercise for the brain that died in some history lesson. But that sec1 is, in my unimportant opinion, seriously kawaii (not to mention rich. omgish rich.) so I shall probably be labelled as a pedophile or something.
Actually, the above was just some rantings and random thoughts. Oh, add one more: change blogskin! You can skip the section below because it's emo.
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Sometimes when I'm by myself I like to have some conversation with myself. By that I don't mean lunatic babbling (fine, sometimes maybe) but something like viewing a picture or photo. I look down deep into a scene where I see myself doing things and saying words. Then I start to thinking and ask myself: is this what I want to be?
I always thought, everyone has a right to the pursuit of happiness. But what exactly is it? Perhaps being a self-labelled free-spirited person, my idea of being happy is being without restrains and just being myself and being loved by all the people around me.
However, the more I view shots of myself, the more enemies I realized I've made. Friends left quietly. Comrades I've betrayed and betray me. Seniors with passive looks and seething hatred. People I've hurt die away from my sight. Somehow, I find myself very destructive.
I don't know if I want this. On one hand, I don't-I know I could be so much more likeable and not like-this. But if I were to change myself, I can't help but feel a deep sense of betrayal to myself. I cannot abide by the proper rules. Maybe selfishly, I just want to be who I am.
"The problems with teenagers are that some times they think they can do everything, but at other times they can do nothing."
I don't know. Really.
signed, jiasheng
