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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

8:08 PM

Alright! Long long update coming.

First, the big news on Monday: I spent the whole day (well, fine, the whole afternoon) with qfnn searching for jobs! Yeah. We saw this advert at MOS when we were studying for exams so we were talking about we'll get jobs in the holidays. So here we are, staring at the poster again and stoning and laughing nervously deciding who should go ask outside the branch.

In the end, qfnn managed to Confund me and convince me that I should go because I am the one who is supposedly good at linguistic skills. (Don't believe a word he says. He's just saying that so that he wouldn't have to ask. The usual ego him would answer otherwise. Hmm! Nah joking. I am the master at linguistics anyway muhahaha. Which brings us back to the point that how on earth has that got to do with asking "Are you hiring?" to the grouchy old lady at the counter.)

So after summoning my courage from every region on my body and squashing the butterflies in my digestive tracts, I finally went up and ask my first:

"Are you hiring?"

It wasn't too bad. The grouchy old lady was kind of expecting me to order a teriyaki set or something so she was like, how old?

qfnn and I chorused: fourteen!

she: O levels ar? what secondary?

qfnn and I exchanged a look. Apparently your ability to count deteriorates as you get older.

"Erms. Sec 2,"I said.

"Sec 3 next year," qfnn added hopefully.

"The manager is coming back at 4 o' clock. Come back then," she dismissed as she beckoned for the next customer to order his teriyaki burger.

Well, that went well. qfnn and I decided that we should just try out different places first. So we took a nice roundabout around J8, AMK hub and northpoint (I protested greatly because hello, that's uber far from my house. qfnn countered that J8 is far from his.)

Well, results:
1) 3 application forms filled: MOS, KFC, Yoshinoya

2) Yoshinoya should be the most possible one since the manager, chito (don't ask me what kind of name it is. Possible to be Japanese.) talked to us for a long long time. But he also wanted us to work after the hols end, and qfnn's mum wouldn't allow, and I don't think I want to hinder my studies. Yeah. Such a pity eh. He seemed like a real amiable dude.

3) One of the most important things that I learnt is that if you're under sixteen, the chance of working is hoho. LOWLOWLOW. Out of the many shops we went to, 90% switched off after we told them our age. It's so cliche that qfnn and I have combined our experiences into the typical conversation when asking for jobs:

Us: Are you hiring? (Often repeated, with their look of incredulity)
Them: (asks boss) Are we hiring? Oh. No. (smiles at the memory of their own employment and the thought that their jobs are a little more secure)

OR

Us: Are you hiring?
Them: We are hiring! (usually on a poster, hung gaudily outside the shop, like the case with Polar Puffs and Cakes.)
Them: How old?
Us: 14
Them: 16
Us: Oh, thank you. (Walk away smilingly and muttering under our breath, "Bitch,")

Yeah the list of places we went. My memory is failing me as usual, so it should be longer/shorter:

-Swensens -LJS -KFC -MOS -BK -Sweet Secrets -Polar Puffs and Cakes -random shops like the bubbletea shop we nearly went to before common sense stopped us.

But it's pretty fun. Yeah. Waiting for calls, then.

Band today was terrible with all the stupid notes I can't play because my lips are pronounced dead. I can't even play a tuning note for 4 beats straight. But outdoors was slacky because we had indoors outdoors and we played some weird piece which is very very hard. Hoho.

Well. Mrs. Chan said I looked different after camp! Must be that I cut my hair and lost my specs at the terraces.

Oh yeah I lost my specs. I forgot where I put it and couldn't find it. So the irony of needing your specs to find your specs surfaces. Oh well.

Anyway, some songs. I like "Just So You Know". McCartney's pretty hot. According to his fans.

note:some weird plot behind it. be warned. and of course, the song of the season:

signed, jiasheng

1:15 PM

Agenda for today:
1. Bake cookies
2. Clear up cupboard
3. Send bubusan off to Japan
4. Figure out schedule for next week

So I'll be busy. Happy Sunday, dudes!

signed, jiasheng

6:36 PM

After stoning at the Cathy Starbucks, I'm reminded by all the things I want to blog about. Unfortunately, I've ordered Caremel Frap (Venti), which made me very, very sleepy (spot the irony) so. This is rather late.

Anyway, I swear I wanted to just get a grande (to reward myself from OBS) but somehow my finger pointed to the grande cup and my mouth was like saying "Ven.." so the dude just gave a me a venti. Worth it though. I'm going to try Mocha Frap sometime.

Well. First! I have to complain about my shoes! My mum is soooo stingy. I wanted to get her to let me buy some cheap white canvas shoes and paint so I could design and wear. But she told that noooo, it's expensive. Hello, the whole point is to help you save those green, woman. (Though to help me buy that real nice green Converse jacket. Shhh.)

Oh, and I sustained several injuries during OBS. Actually I'm very very lucky because the gods was on Gandhi's side and I hardly got any sunburn. And the mosquitoes refuse to bite the Off-covered me and no, Edwin, I didn't attract sandflies with them. Hoho. So there. But I did get some bad abrasions which includes one on my right hand that refuses to heal so my piano teacher was staring at it when she was teaching broken chords.

And yay I've came up with a very ambitious goal next year: I'm going to get into HP, no matter what! Since they said there was another chance for those who scored badly this year. And yeah, I scored very very very very badly. So. Yep, gonna mug hard next year! And starting this holidays. (Yes I'm extremely optimistic. Don't let me go the other way.)

I sort of wasted the time after piano mooching around at Cathy (outside the LAN shop, wanting to go in but too shy to. It's just so unfamiliar. I wanted to play for a while before I really start mugging, but it's like too hard to play. Gosh what's this world coming to. Same went for the arcade at Ang Mo Kio. ) When I reached home I just felt sleepy so whoosh. Went to sleep on the sofa. Woke up by my sis watching the uber old drama Fu Man Lou.

So, my week of fun starts now. Next week I'm going to into full mugging mode, mugging for JLPT then maths and stuff. Think I'm going to get my mum to buy the new books first.

I think I'm going to work at MOS with qifann. It should be fun. And my dad also suggested I go work. So hmmm. Considering.

That's it I guess. If you guys wanna go play sms me. My hp is working fine now. And someone teach me how to walk into a LAN centre with courage lehhhx.

signed, jiasheng

9:05 AM

Nah, OBS wasn't that bad. In fact I enjoyed myself a lot and made lots of new friends. And Sean Lim Zi Qing is really quite a cool guy.

My results are terrible.

Goodbye HP, for now.

There's all I have to say I think. Now I'm going to practise piano and later drink Caramel Frap at Starbucks after piano lesson. Hoho.

signed, jiasheng

8:23 AM

Fort of the Lice - By Golem Weeding

Chapter 1: The Sound Of The Hell.

THE BOY WITH LONG HAIR lowered himself down to the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the jetty. Though he had taken off his dignity to come to this god-forsaken island and even paid for it, he was not at all ready to start the camp experience. He clambered heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a water flea, a vision of brown and black, flashed upwards his arm with a witch-like demeanor, and this action was echoed by another.

"Hi!" the voice said, "Welcome to OBS!"

OBS? What does it stand for anyway? An abbreviation for obscene?

Soon, the boy was in the place the instructors dub the Multi-Purpose Hall.

For slaughtering kids and murdering civilization. Multi-purpose, alright.

After a while, the boy started talking with his watchmates. One of them, a fat boy tried to converse with the long-haired boy.

"Aren't there any air-con at all?"

"I don't think so."

The long-haired boy said this solemnly, but then the horror of a realized nightmare overcame him. In the middle of the hall he broke out in spasms and wailed at the trembling fat boy.

"No air-con!"

The fat boy thought for a moment.

"Computer too."

Suddenly, everyone in the hall started thinking about what they've left behind in Singapore to come to Pulau Ubin, this little ulu island with absolutely nothing but a lot of scary logs pitched up in the air. Computers, air-con, proper food, gameboys, fridge, clean toilets with that familiar smell... So they all went into spasms and died.

Unfortunately, they were soon revived with the very noisy wheezing of someone having ass-mar. Apparently he tried to run but his attack soon halted his escape from this purgatory.

And THEN the course mistress started to speak.

"WELCOME TO HELL, NO, I MEAN OBS!"

The sound of the hell...

Chapter 2: People on the Rock Wall.

The ice-breakers have been messy enough, which was followed by being caught by falling backwards and walking blindfolded. Next, the instructor had commanded them to climb the rock wall pasting pieces of paper on it. It is, indeed, rather stupid but the sight of seeing paper stuck all over the wall was even stupid-er.

Chapter 3: Tents/Dinner on the Beach

After pitching the tents, the watch proceeded to cook dinner on the beach. Hexamine oxidized to form an exothermic reaction which conveniently heated the curry chicken and unedible rice. Then dinner was followed by a refreshing rain. While we were still cooking. So the boy with long hair started saving the tents which were almost crushing into the neighboring ones with a domino effect. After that heroic effort, he proceeded to eat the dinner, which was gone. So he had to satisfy himself with half a can of chicken curry which was cold and filled with sand.

Chapter 4: Wet Faces and Hairy Long.

"Hey," said the long-haired boy as he lay beside his watchmates in the tent.

"What?" the rest replied.

"Have you heard about the legend of the Hairy Long?(aka 毛龙)"

The wind outside blew creepily.

"No..." there was a tinge of fear in the boys' voices.

BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!! A loud sound penetrated the air.

Chapter 5: Beast from Water.

"IT'S THE HAIRY LONG!"

The rest of the boys screamed.

"CAT 1 SITUATION, EVACUATE TO MPH IMMEDIATELY."

So the Hairy Long was a female.

Oh wait. It's an instructor.

Oh. So a storm is approaching from Punggol. Okay. So let's sleep in the MPH tonight.

Chapter 6: Airy Beats

Nothing important happened today.

Chapter 7: Shadows and Tall Trees

Hey! We went kayaking. It was fun.

Chapter 8: Gift for Darkness

And we camped and ate lots of Maggi Mee!

Chapter 9: A View to Death

Squash! Goes my hand and ants go dead.

Chapter 10: The Quarry and the Trek

OOh the best part. We jumped into this fantastic quarry and whee we were all clean. Then we trekked back to Camp 1 tiredly.

Chapter 11: Campsite 1!

And we reached there safely.

Chapter 12: Cry of the Campers

"Hey, isn't this the last day?"

The sudden realization hit the boys like kayaks hitting the rocks as they wept for the end of torture, the brightness of their future and the fall through the air of the delicious and much neglected food called Maggi Mee.

The End.

signed, jiasheng

11:32 PM

Jiasheng's Holographic Will and Last Words

1. All my cluttered belongings should be gathered in a large room (or hall, if necessary).

2. If unsure whether it belongs to me, it does.

3. All library books should be returned, with the note explaining that the borrower is actually dead.

4. Warn them I'm going to haunt them if they insist on the fine.

5. All my clothes should be burned. None of them are going to charity.

6. Because there's no way snooty kids are going to wear my clothes.

7. ~~If possible~~ MUST burn all the clothes (nice ones, please) in the world along. I might receive them.

8. Add a couple of boxes of beauty products, too. No harm done. Oh except for the environment...

9. On second thoughts.

10. Nah. Burn.

11. My books should be donated to the library.

12. Except for those magazines stashed under my bed. Burn those, too. Without looking at them.

13. My toys shall be entrusted with Zhenyang.

14. Eeyore should have a private room.

15. Or else.

16. My pitcher plant shall be donated to the Botanical Gardens, where it will be fed obnoxious people. After they've been shrunk to fly-size.

17. People like Josh come into mind. Though he'll be pretty hard to shrink.

18. My body will be preserved at the Istana.

19. Cryonics will be used to preserve my body for future revival.

20. Funds shall be from the "Super Being Restoration Fund".

-Last Words

-To the people I like: hoho. don't die without me.

-To the people I don't: You got off easy.

-Random: AHHHHH OBS IS MY MURDERER!!!!!

signed, jiasheng

9:49 PM

Oh, my love for thee!
How painful the heart in my breast throbs!
A thousand stars could not express my affection for you!

My darling! I am in deepest agony!
I cannot bear our separation!
How I wish to return to your sweet-smelling bosom!
How I relish your swirling tongue!
How I yearn to wrap around you and tumble in the most exciting of ways!
---Love sonnet of my shoe and the mud

Well well well. It's not my fault that the duo are very very much in love.
But oh godzilla, what oh Earth am I supposed to wear tomorrow?

signed, jiasheng

10:35 PM

Disclaimer: Sorry. This will be a short post. It's not going to be any substantial balderdash (there's an oxymoron in there somewhere) so lower your expectations. I'm typing on a stupid laptop with the D key missing so I'm trying to avoid (!!!) that key for the time being. Plus it has lousy connection and I'm really in a terrible mood. So yeah. Don't expect much.

Oh god. Now I have nothing to say.

And my disclaimer is longer than my post. Oh, to perdition with it all.

signed, jiasheng

7:27 PM

Too lazy to type it out. Happy looking at my handwriting. If you can.

(People say depressed people's handwriting slants down. Hmmm.)

signed, jiasheng

1:27 PM

The geog exam summed up in a picture.
...
Okay, maybe not.
Well. It went okay. So I got 30minutes to draw. The Chinese Paper 1 was the chinese exam paper that I'm most satisfied with. Seeing that I'm exempted last year ._.
...
And stupid geog didn't test the landfill and empoldering methods. So I memorized for nothing.
Well slack today. Except I've got piano. So have to learn some stupid Mexico song.
Then I'm going to meet mysterious X again.

signed, jiasheng

11:31 PM

Oh no. I think I'm getting emo.
Which is terrible, since I just spent the day doing stupid stuff and I have a lot of geog stuff to know.
I don't know.
I don't know.

~~stupid emo short blogposts.~~

//edit.//

you know you're emo when you draw stupid drawings at night.

signed, jiasheng

12:09 PM

ahhhh why am I reading random blogs?
And yes! Since wq is done with exams, I can finally tell publicly what arrived.

signed, jiasheng

11:18 AM

So Jiasheng looks at this question. And stares at the clock.

10 minutes more.

Flips to the other choice question.

Cones.

Flips back. 9 minutes more.

Now, now. How on earth do we do this? Pythagoras Theorem? Hmmm.

Then the brilliant idea came.

He considers. He started.

He took the spare piece of writing paper. Then measured a 6 by 8 cm rectangle.

Then took his scissors.

***

Stimulated response:

Mrs. Khoo tutters at the standard of work. With a tired sigh, she flips to Jiasheng's script.

Suddenly, she's interested by the rigid patch at the back of the script. As if someone had stuck something there. She flipped. And saw the cut-to-scale paper, folded and unfolded so it formed a curious crease, which was marked with black ink.

"Answer: 7.5cm. I measured."

signed, jiasheng

8:38 PM

I've been trying to look for this song for years.

It's one of those songs which I liked a lot (so don't blame me if it's passe!) but forgot the lyrics and title and producer. Yep. So I was super happy when I heard it at Mos and frantically copying parts of the lyrics down.

I love this song.

Anyway. The two days before were totally crazy. Thanks to me. I think everyone thought that I went bonkers.

Monday

End of exams! Not. But I'm seriously contemplating to believe in some sort of religion, since what happened was truly a miracle. Moses separating the sea? Peanuts. Healing the blind and making the lame walk? Nothing. And let me explain what's so incredible. Y'know, history? That archaic subject which no one likes to study but everyone needs to? The thing which you learn about dead people/ people who are going to kick the bucket soon? The one subject that requires either a ~~pornographic~~ photographic memory or a hell lot of luck? Well. Haha. I got that luck.

It's really amazing because out of the 10 or so notes Alvin Tan gave, plus the textbook, I studied exactly the one which the exam tested on. YES. Exactly that one. Praise the mayonnaise! It's really a~~bra~~cada~~bra~~. I now sincerely believe that PS Starbucks is really a lucky place to study at(though it's still too ex.)

Oh, that does not necessarily mean I'll be acing Heestorey. Let's just cross fingers and hope I'll pass.

Anyway, I was so very happy that history was finally over so I asked qfnn to go study with me. And we celebrated the end of exams! Well not. But it was ~~Nazi rally~~ really a great strain off so we sort of slacked off. To be truthful I influenced qfnn not to study so much because I was exempted for Lit and apparently he forgot stuff about lit but anyway! We had fun at Starbucks because half the time I was trying to provoke him to say something bad (which he was not supposed to because he was supposed to be fasting.)

And we went to Sakae! Oh gosh. Long time never go le (yes so it explain everything. uhm. read on to know what the purgatory I'm talking about.)

Well. Firstly, we called at Starbucks to reserve for 2 for buffet at 6.30. So him and I were like wandering around in Causeway Point famished as we were too cheapskate to go eat something before (thus getting a great appetite) and he was fasting anyway. At the end we went up at 6.30 and I was telling the waitress, "Reservations for 2, under Mr. Pah."

Which they couldn't find until qfnn told them his number. Anyway, we entered and the !%^& bitchy waitress who couldn't find the reservation served us! Actually, she's not that bad, but I'm biased. Anyway qfnn was like describing how the buffet works because it's a long long time since I've had sakae. Then. We started gorging ourselves xD

The first funny part came when I was boasting that I'm immune to spiciness and spammed wasabi on the salmon sushi. Qfnn commented that I was crazy. Well, I proved him wrong. A few seconds later I was crazy and jumping around trying to drink water.

Later we got continuously served by that bitchy waitress and I think she heard what I called her. It's super malu. I was just randomly saying, "Here comes the bitch," and she passed by and asked for orders. Oh my google.

Oh, then I started displaying my superb chopstick skills by: 1) dropping various sushi so fish roe spilled all over the table (qfnn contributed some too) 2) dropping the entire sushi in the wasabi/sauce bowl so it got super spammed. I was laughing too hard because the bitchy waitress passed by. In the end qfnn stuffed the sushi between two plates.

Later on, he added more random stuff to the between-pink-and-green-plate-stash.

The funniest part was when we asked for dessert and fruit. I told qfnn that it looked like and tasted worse than dog poo. So in the end we mashed the dessert up and was going to make our leave when who but the bitch appeared! She stared at the thing while we were trying not to laugh out very loud. In the end she just handed us the bill so it was quite a relief.

Tuesday

Today was a nice day because it's English Paper 1 which I love! I wrote a really weird story with elements from EOEH and Lamb to the Slaughter. Let your imagination run wild xD

And Weiqi has finished exams! Darn.

Qfnn and I went for the second round of celebration with studying at MOS Burger and walking around AMKHub. I wanted to play House of the Dead 4 but I was in uniform! Sobs.

After qfnn and I parted ways at amk station I tried to study at Macs near Braddell but I was distracted by a handsome Indian who I drew and some CatJC dude who was sleeping so I treated him coffee anonymously. Yes. I'm very random.

Oh then I bought deodorant! Adidas Ice Dive.

Actually I just bought it to make a flame thrower.

So here ends my day. Luck for maths tomorrow dudes! Let's yell 'Jiasheng!' for luck!

signed, jiasheng

8:21 PM

First, tag replies:
Zhengyu: oh no, I'm perfectly fine. No worries. DO WE HAVE ANY ICE?! THERE'S NO ICE! OH GOD IT DOESN'T WORK. OF COURSE IT DOESN'T WORK! Yeah. Me fine.
Yaonian: If I'm studying, then chicken will grow teeth.
Qifann: I'll consider that. Along with killing you.

Well, today, the last day before the exams. I realized one thing.

Studying is expensive business.

Well. Today was the day when I panicked and threw all my disorganized files and worksheets and Zeus knows what around the house and went crazy accusing my family members of purposely hiding my history textbook so I'll fail miserably and end up working as a sex slave so they could laugh at me. Then I composed myself. And started thinking logically.

And reached a logical conclusion. With that, I confronted my brother, who was the prime suspect because he had expressed interest in the particular textbook (fine it was half a year ago, but it still stands) and thus is the most suspicious character in the house.

Anyway, when I really calmed down, I went to beg qfnn and zy for the textbook, but my phone then died on me by refusing to charge and barring me from receiving messages, so I texted qfnn to meet at Plaza Sing if he could make it (wasn't really expecting he'll go, because most probably he'll be having church and stuff) and just switched off my phone. Then I went to PS and sat at McCafe until I finished a Geog chapter and spent about 8 bucks on the new Iced Latte and White Choc Rasp Cake. The cake was terrible. Don't buy it. And latte? Well, it wasn't bad, if you ignore the fact that I'm allergic to caffeine and is prone to puking after drinking coffee. Generally, my tolerance for coffee is that: if the coffee taste is stronger than the sugar/milk taste, it's too strong for me. (Nescafe Mocha is 100% sugar, I swear) So I exited Mac after being shooed away by one of the staff. I didn't really mind, since the two Jap guys beside my table was distracting me with their blabbering that I couldn't really understand but was too tempting to eavesdrop. Besides, I have this sour feeling in my gut that probably means I'm gonna throw up all over the table.

After I wandered around PS again, wondering where to go. Then my next stupid idea came.

"Why don't you go to Starbucks?"

And that is why I ended up there from 5 to 7, trying to absorb history while washing it down with Cafe Mocha and a Chocolaty Danish. Wait, mocha? Yeah. Another stupid idea. I was under the delusion that maybe if I drank more coffee, I'll get used to it. Nope. But at least mocha is sweet.

Needless to say, Starbucks.. costs bucks.

But I suppose it's worth it.

Iced Latte: 3.50
White Choc Rasp Cake: 4.80
Mocha Tall: 5.60
Chocolaty Danish: 2.70
Total: 12.50
Result: one geog chapter, one history concept(Nazi State 1933-1939), two very muddled history concept (War in Pacific, Defeat of Japan)

Well, not that expensive. But not that worth it.

But after studying those very muddled chapters of history (no concept of dates, just murky memories of what happened. The main stuff.) I think that humankind is a very cruel and idiotic race.

Perhaps that's why I'm very misanthropic.

The world is tri coruscus.

signed, jiasheng

8:23 PM

After thinking through, I've reached an extremely serious conclusion. It is with much contemplation that I present my no-nonsense theory, about to be proved by scores of interested scientists and one day it'll be taught to university students (it'll be one of the major subjects).

Drumroll and exciting music please.

"Bananas are evil."

Now, what do we mean by evil? Evilness is defined by the amount of bananaism an object possess. And what is bananaism, you may ask. Worry not, for I shall answer your question. Bananaism is a subculture in the late Victorian era, near the industrial revolution, when Christina Rossetti wrote Uphill to encourage more people to abstain from bananas because it is evil and thus eating it will isolate oneself from the ultimate resting place and beds for all who seek, the boat-shaped island. And on that little island there are trees which fruit and flower grew on together, as well as dead parachutists hanging around scaring little kids. Of course, the little kids ending up killing each other because they're emo and have nothing better to do, well, except fornication. But since Golding has inconveniently barred girls, we shall just bring in Hitler's lovers into this quadratic equation. Oh wait, those lovers are still guys. Never mind. Let's talk about natural vegetation, where the leaves in tropical rainforests has broad leaves and waxy drip tips to allow more water to run off into the Seletar, MacRitchie and Pierce Reservoirs, which form the Central Catchment Area where the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve is, which is 164 ha. Which is pretty ridiculous because we all know there are wild pigs there for Jack and Ralph to kill after Simon did his batty stuff by calculating the angle of elevation from the ground to the coconut tree so they could build a catapult to launch themselves to the next nearest island, and do so again on that island, so theoretically it is possible for them to hop back to Britain. Which is exactly what the Americans did in the Pacific Ocean- island-hopping and gaining control of each island one by one. Not that they used coconut trees anyway. I'm sure the British lent them the battleships which caused the WWI in the first place, HMS Dreadnoughts. But using those ships might have caused an uproar in Singapore, because the waves caused by ships might erode our shorelines. But fear not, for there is a granite wall to protect us.

Whee. The world is tetra coruscus.

signed, jiasheng

12:52 AM

I'm facing a crisis here.
You see, I have the exams in about 47 hours.
And I know nothing about history. And I don't have the textbook. (Lost it. Along with my mind.) Heck, I don't even know what to study.
Then there's geography. I feel like shooting myself.
And all the fantastic plots that I've wished for all year are finally here. That is not a good thing. Because I'm all impulsive to spend the weekend writing. Oh my holy rocks.
Now? I'm... no don't make me say it opening a new tab in Firefox and typing 'fac..'
Facebook is evil.
And so is Lord of the Flies, because I know everything about it, along with the other literature texts. BUT I'M EXEMPTED! You know, what's the point of knowing it when you ain't gonna get tested! Why must I study those subjects that I didn't get exempted for!
(Are you listening to yourself Jiasheng. You're loooony.)
Like duh.
Alright! Get yourself together!
Go download all the techniques from Alvin Tan!
......................
A is for antediluvian!

signed, jiasheng

8:28 PM

Somehow, James Blunt is much, much sexier in this video than the "You're Beautiful" one, and it's quite intriguing because in that one, he was stripping off. Go figure.

I have nothing much to blog about. Just that I wasted one whole day (and it isn't my fault) and it's here (can't tell you what yet) and I felt emo today. Still do but not like during Chinese when Guo Xin was trying in vain to cheer me up by animating Eeyore to lick my hand or something.

I've been thinking very hard the couple of days. I know I shouldn't and I ought to be studying and it's not productive to think about that thing but it just keeps coming back to me. Don't bother asking me what, because yeah. I don't feel like telling.

I've been getting inspiration lately and it's quite a good time to write because I have a lot of emotional output but the History Textbook keeps reminding me that I know nothing about what's going to be tested. It has joined the Geography Textbook in taunting me that "you're never going to be in HP, so prepare to rub your sorry ass in 3P/3Q. " (Sorry if anyone is offended out there.)

I should never had cared so much.

I think I'm just going to sleep. When one is asleep he doesn't have to care about the world.

signed, jiasheng

9:29 PM

It's arriving tomorrow. How exciting.
The rest I wish not to tell. But I have so much to.

signed, jiasheng

8:14 PM

I'm finally having a productive day! Yep, I've started mugging! Also known as insane-memorization-of-useless-facts (like rattan as an example of lianas in the Singapore's tropical ~~forests~~ woods). So what are you waiting for! Even the lazy-bone of the century has initiated this twisted concern about promos, so you should too!
Well not exactly productive per se, since this word is reserved for those who have maximally used their time for chionging some certain subject (there's this unhealthy (literally) mugging culture at the back of the class whereby they study during P.E.; when they're eating; in the loo), but at least I did finish mind-mapping one geography chapter: Natural Vegetation. So now I've learned that cacti has long and deep roots for tapping underground water, prickly needle-like leaves to minimize loss of water throught transpiration and thick stems and swollen roots to store water. Also, some cacti has medicinal properties and the thorns of the cacti can be used as fish hooks (which is totally weird because I'm sure there are water bodies around desert vegetation to fish and the last time I checked, thorns are straight.) And finally I appreciate the beauty of learning all this because I'm also pretty confident I can tell guests at the next hwachong convention that "Oh I learnt that cacti thorns can be used as fish hooks in class. Ain't that interesting? Now, back to this cocktail.."
Anyway, after I've finished mind-mapping geog, it was about 5 something. I decided to go home and sleep before I continue my mugging spree and stepped on 157 when a premonition hit me.
You left your wallet underneath your deskkkkkk.
Frantically, I started to rummage through my fake crumpler (it was my spare bag, fine?) and yes, so the premonition was true. So I alighted at opposite the JC bus stop and called for mayday.
"AHHHH I've left my wallet in school and I can't get home!"
"Take a cab lah."
"But it's damn expensive! Cannot!"
"Okay lor, you stay in school."
A few minutes later, some taxi driver was chatting with a teenager about exam schedules.
So I got home safely and like what I planned, slept until my mum woke me up and now I'm blogging and I've initiated no less than six conversations. And no one replied.
Tut tut, qfnn.
Tut tut, dx.
Tut tut, luthy.
Tut tut, zx
Tut tut, bubu
Tut tut, yn.
Anyway, here's something to entertain yourself with:

http://corucoru.mypersonality.info/

signed, jiasheng